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knownangels · 7 months ago

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wc: 1.2k

[[Voice note recording begins]]

JOE: Cool, alright. Now that we’ve covered introductions, the signal, and some hints about the next release, let’s get a bit more in the weeds.

BENJI: Heh.

MATILDA: Ignore him.

LARK: Easier said than done.

BENJI: **** you, ****head.

JOE: Okay. What would you each say is the biggest or most exciting thing to happen to you the past six months?

MATILDA: Boilerplate

LARK: Matilda’s Boilerplate.

MOUSE: Oh ****, that was fun.

BENJI: How would you know? Heard that many Long Islands can cause brain death.

MOUSE: Prick.

JOE: Okay, I’m glad to get this answer — from you two at least. Matilda, I wanted to ask you about that set.

MATILDA: Oh, boy! I bet it’s a question I haven’t ever heard.

JOE: Uh, right. Maybe I can phrase it in a more exciting way.

MOUSE: Criiiinge.

LARK: Don’t perform for her amusement—

MATILDA: Oh my gosh, babe, do you remember those adorable little dancing monkeys at that party—

MOUSE: Haha. Harsh.

JOE: Ahem. Anyway. There was a bit of a scandal.

MOUSE: Like, a dozen videos on TikTok with under fifty thousand likes…

LARK: Mouse.

BENJI: …that a lot, Til?

LARK: Benji.

MATILDA: No, it’s not. It’s basically an embarrassingly low amount of engagement. So it’s sort of irrelevant, or at least — I assumed to most people. But we’re with a popular online music critic, so I guess we’re not with most people.

JOE: What—

MATILDA: Oh my gosh. That sounded, like, totally ****y. I mean it’s your job to care about these little things more.

LARK: I don’t know if that’s any better.

JOE: We’re going to have to edit this anyway. We have your team — your manager let us know that final cuts—

LARK: Right, all the dead air.

JOE: The…I mean. Sure.

MATILDA: I’m sure our manager did let you know. Bunny is super on top of things. That might be my favorite part of the last six months. She’s worked so hard in negotiating a better streaming deal, and you didn’t hear it from me but we’re working on an independent label —

BENJI: Business. Hey, what was your question ‘bout the boiler set?

MOUSE: Drama fiend.

LARK: We can move on from that, maybe?

MATILDA: No, no. Ask.

JOE: Well, I—

MATILDA: Ask.

JOE: So, you did your set. And there was a little blowback about how it went. Not to sound like a broken record in a big media byline, but you went viral.

MATILDA: Barely, but sure.

JOE: And some argued for the wrong reasons. So I guess my question is…the band has had a decent amount of controversy, both within the scene for various reasons and without. This one was from the outside. Given the difference in audience, and that you’re essentially one of the faces of the band, and with your music’s stream and social media presence where young fans—

LARK: Man.

MOUSE: Wait, no way.

MATILDA: Are we really doing the, ‘aren’t you concerned with being a good role model to your young fans’ thing, right now?

JOE: Well— you were visibly intoxicated.

BENJI: Under the influence at a rave. Tsk. Unheard.

MATILDA: Oh my God. Just ask me if I condone drug use and promiscuous behavior among minors. I know that’s what you want to ask. You’re not bringing up the coverage because you want to have an intelligent, nuanced conversation about celebrity worship or reactionary rhetoric or drug abuse or privacy for public figures. You want the clicks. Like, why me in particular? Why me? Why didn’t you ask any of the others? Mouse was on People’s July cover with her nipples out in that top from the Denver show.

MOUSE: ****. I forgot that picture. The one they used little star emojis to censor? ****. That picture is the ****. Can you send that to me?

BENJI: I have it. Yeah, after.

MOUSE: Dude you’re going to have to cut so much from this interview, sorry.

MATILDA: I was making a point.

MOUSE: My bad. Go ahead, babe.

MATILDA: You didn’t answer the question.

JOE: I was trying! I—

LARK: You take any longer and she’s going to get bored. That’s gonna be bad for you.

JOE: I know you’re insinuating because you’re—

MATILDA: Listen, the E was really good. Is that what you want to hear? I had a ****ing blast on a different planet listening to a mix of some of my favorite music and the sounds that the people closest to me have put their whole souls into creating. I was enjoying my night with my friends, and making sure other people could enjoy too. And that set did thirty-five million on Youtube alone. That bit — the audio meme part everyone was talking about? The people in your day job ****ing office talked and joked about by the water cooler before clocking out. That audio trended on Weibo. You’re online, Joe. Clearly. You know how hard it can be to bridge the west-east vitality gap, I’m sure. You do your research, right? You researched, like, every single guest of mine in the background of the set and reached out to them for comment on my ‘very public increase in drug use’.

JOE: I—

MATILDA: You know how our manager got in touch to your request and agreed to this interview? This industry knows how she operates. You think we couldn’t be anywhere else right now, with Bunny making the decisions? Do you think, like at all? You think we’re interested in this low-tier voice for radio, taste for the dumpster five-year-old mic setup of yours?

MOUSE: Stop, stop, he’s already dead.

BENJI: [Abrupt laugh peaks the mic]

MATILDA: Aww, Mouse’s cute little twin reached out in DMs with a connect offer out of the goodness of his heart. Or maybe because he was a fan. Or…ooh, he just thought you were sooo cute. Please. Get honest with yourself, you ****. And before you do that, try and remember that nasty ****ing role you played in the **** last year with Benji. No, we’re not fans of your stupid biased YouTube show. You know what, I��ll call it misogynistic too. You totally ignored [producer name redacted for privacy]. You gave [album name and artist redacted for privacy] a four. That’s worse than ****ing Pitchfork.

MOUSE: Bro. How do you be worse than ****ing Pitchfork.

LARK: Hah.

BENJI: So, uh. That silence was long. Did y’want to ask any more questions, or—

JOE: No. No. That won’t be necessary. I get the idea.

MATILDA: That picture your photographer took of us outside was cute. Send that to me if it’s going to be the header of this article.

BENJI: Hopefully you got enough content outta us, on that thing? ****ing hell, respect you for keeping that recording. Might need to make some edits before it’s published, hey?

JOE: …Yeah. Yeah, If I publish it. Yeah. Thanks. Thank you, guys.

MATILDA: Oh, before we go. First, you’re calling the car, right? I know we didn’t lay out any requests, but I think it’s the least you can do.

JOE: I — sure.

MOUSE: Oh, oh. Mati, ask about —

MATILDA: Right! Ok, so like — Jaqueline’s on third, or The Gunhouse on the corner of Milton, back behind the stadium?

JOE: You…mean the seafood?

MATILDA: Yes, for the ****ing seafood. No, I’m asking between two seafood restaurants to get your opinion on the chicken parm. Jesus.

JOE: I like Jacqueline’s better.

MATILDA: The Gunhouse it is. Thanks Beau.

JOE: It’s —

BENJI: She’s out, sorry mate. Quick on the escape when she wants to be, heh. Uh. Well. Take care.

JOE: You as well. Uh, listen. Thanks. About —

MOUSE: Eat **** and die, Joe. C’mon, Benj.

[[Voice memo ends]]

#writing #ua #mmr #lt #bp #mm #band au #this was fun!!!!#it broke my block hehe

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dalamjisung · 5 years ago

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nothing complicated ✾ jeon jungkook

word count: 5418

genre: fluff, neighbors!AU

pairing: reader x Jeon Jungkook

description: you just moved in and Jungkook really makes you feel welcome.

Moving is never easy. There is always too much to do in too little time; boxing, carrying, building, settling. Thankfully, you aren’t alone, and your best friend– now your flatmate– is there to help you. She works on organizing the kitchen as you focus on building the shelves; she changes the old lamps for new ones as you put your room together; she works on her room and you clean the bathroom– like this, you two finish the whole place in a week. It is only once you two sit down on your new couch to watch a movie that it hits you: you’re home.

“What are you feeling like today?” Your friend asks. “The Greek place around the corner is doing delivery, if you’re into that… or we can order from that same Korean place? The one we had last week?”

You groan, frustrated with your own stupidity.

“Why didn’t we buy pans yet?” You ask, sighing. It’s been a week of delivery and you are not sure how much longer you can put up with this. “At this point, I don’t want to eat at all…”

“I know, babes,” She says. “But they arrive tomorrow, so choose something delicious today cause that’s the last delivery we’ll order for a while.”

“Hm,” You try to remember all the options. “How about that Italian place? The one a few blocks away? I think they deliver here.”

“Perfect,” She taps away on her phone, excited to make the order after another day of hard work in the apartment. Everything was spot clean now, and you feel as exhausted as she does, after having to deal with your landlord about the broken boiler. “I just want to sit outside and enjoy the cold afternoon weather as much as we can… God knows tomorrow might be radioactively hot again.”

Laughing, she orders the food and helps you bring everything to the terrace you two fought so hard to have; an outside space is a must, she said as the apartment hunting continued, arguing that her dog needed a place to feel more comfortable around the house, but you knew it was just an excuse to be able to have a cute hang out spot that is not the living room. You agreed, though, and now there you are– sitting on your wooden furniture with fairy light that don’t do much besides upping the electricity bill. You love it, though; the wind dries your recently washed hair and makes you shiver, and you smile.

You’re home.

Home is peaceful, you can’t help but notice. The first floor seems to be empty, as you haven’t heard a single thing ever since you moved in a week ago; and the floor above you is where two women live– they came over to introduce themselves and invite you and your friend for a bottle of wine. The house to your right, one which you can see their garden from the left end of your terrace, is where a family lives, their six-year-old daughter, Lucy, having already gotten acquainted with Koya, your house dog.

“Wine or beer?” She shouts from the kitchen, and before you can answer, someone does it for you.

“Beer!”

Your eyes go wide, and your friend comes back running, beers in hand and mouth agape.

“That was definitely not you,” She whispers, shocked.

“Nope,” You chuckle, still confused. Clearing your throat, you call out a bit louder. “Hello?”

“Hello!”

“Who- Who is this?” You laugh, getting up and walking to the metal railing that offers protection on the edge of the terrace.

“Your downstairs neighbor!” You look down, eyes on the wide outside space they have thanks to living on the ground floor, and a boy walks out of the house, next to the beaten down ping pong table they have out there. “Hi! My name is Taehyung!”

“Oh!” You look at your friend, asking with your eyes if she’s seeing the incredibly attractive boy too or are your dreaming? “Hello there! I’m Y/N, and this is my friend, Sora!”

“Hi!” She beams, a very recognizable flirting smile on her face. “Nice to meet you.”

“Very nice,” Taehyung winks and smirks. “When did you guys move?”

And just like that the afternoon wheezes by. At some point you recognize you are slightly tipsy, Sora is drunk, and Taehyung managed to get his hands on a six-pack in his kitchen. Never did you two cross the staircase to go downstairs, as much as he tried to get you two to make him company while his two flatmates are away; the distance in between your small terrace and his wide garden seems to offer you just the right amount of security to boost your confidence.

Just as Sora is laughing at yet another joke, you all hear the door slamming, and suddenly someone is loudly belting to Blackbear.

“Fuck you, and you, and you,” You snort, recognizing the song instantly. “I hate your friends and they hate me too!”

“Uh,” Taehyung laughs, a bit embarrassed. “Jungkook?”

“I’m through, I’m through, I’m through,” He continues, and you can’t help but laugh to your heart’s content. “This that hot girl bummer anthem, turn it up and throw a tantrum!”

“Ya, Jeon Jungkook!” Taehyung shouts, blushing intensely. “Watch your language, dude!”

“What?” The voice calls from inside. “I can’t hear you, hyung.”

“Watch your motherfucking language!” Taehyung shouts back, clearly frustrated. “You’re gonna make a bad impression with the new neighbors!”

“Oh, no,” You wave your hand, enjoying the show. “Please don’t stop on our account. We love a good show.”

“Neighbors?” Another voice asks, and soon you see another guy coming out. As soon as he spots you he is smiling, and you feel like you could melt with house sweet he looks. “Ah, hello girls!”

“This is Jimin,” Tae explains, rolling his eyes. “And the idiot that now is too embarrassed to come out is Jungkook.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Sora shouts so that Jungkook can hear too.

“Same here,” Jimin says, sitting down and opening a bottle. “So, where were we?”

The night ends with the four of you going to buy some more beer at the nearby convenience store. You don’t miss the curious eyes looking at you two through the window, though, shooting him a kind smile and hoping that one day you’ll be able to tell him you absolutely love Blackbear.

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Almost a month passes before you get to finally meet Jungkook. You are on your way out to go to the gym you’ve been attending ever since moving– a boxing gym about thirty minutes away,– when you remember you forgot your keys. Going back would make you late for your training session, but there is nothing you can do and you start running back the same way you came from, until you spot him locking the door, and before you can back out, you poke his shoulder, breathing harsh and fast.

“Excuse me,” You smile, trying your best not to startle him. “Jungkook, right?”

His eyes, still wide and so, so kind looking, focus on you and he just nods, slowly pulling his large headset down. “Yeah…”

“Oh thank god,” You mumble, and you are sure he heard you. “Stupid me forgot my keys inside and I’m already running late so could you maybe–“

“Oh!” He shouts, a little too suddenly, and you jump a bit. “Yeah, of course! Go ahead!”

He opens the door for you and you run up to your apartment, banging on the door with no avail; after a couple of minutes, you remember that Sora left for a date and wouldn’t be back for a while. You walk back down, defeated and accepting that you would be late and locked out.

“Is everything alright?”

Your head snaps to your left, where Jungkook is leaning on the wall, waiting for you.

“Oh, yeah,” You smile. “My friend is not in, so I’m just going to have to wait when I come back…”

“Where are you going?” He squints his eyes at your tote bag, where the end of your boxing gloves are peeking out.

“Uh… there is a boxing gym nearby I go a few times a week,” You scratch your head, suddenly embarrassed.

“The one next to the main road?” He asks, pointing to its general direction.

“You know the place?” You ask looking up at him, and that’s when you realize you two started walking together.

“I’m going there right now,” He smiles and oh god, his smile. His teeth show and his cheeks puff in a way that reminds you of a bunny. “I train there too. I can just wait for you to be done and we come back together, this way you at least wait for your friend inside.”

“That’d be great, to be honest,” You smile, relieved. “Thank you so much, Jungkook.”

“No problem, Y/N,” He chuckles at your surprised face. “Jimin told me you guys’ names… I’m sorry, by the way, about that day.”

This was your chance. “No problem, I love Blackbear.”

His cheeks grow redder and redder, but the smile stays. “Well, I’m sorry anyways. I didn’t even go outside to say hi…”

“Ah,” You frown, pretending to be stern. “Yes, you should be very apologetic about that.”

He looks at you with a mix of suspicion and humor. “Oh, really?”

“Absolutely,” You nod.

“How can I be forgiven?” He follows along.

“Uhm…” You tap your finger on your finger, thinking. “Only one way.”

“Tell me,” He dramatizes. “I’d do anything.”

“Coffee,” You say, looking at him. Goddammit those eyes…

“Coffee?” He chuckles, and you shiver.

“Coffee.”

“Alright then,” He shrugs, laughing to himself. “Coffee it is.”

The walk seems shorter today, Jungkook proving himself to be a much more enjoyable company then your usual iTunes playlist. He tells you the neighborhood gossip, joking about your landlord’s wife trying to steal Koya away since she’s obsessed with dogs. You learn that he is a Game Designer, working with your favorite company; he sings on his spare time, but you already knew that, always hearing him through your thin bathroom walls. And he apparently boxes, enjoying the strength that the physical activity gives him.

“What about you?”

And now it’s your turn to tell him all about you; how you are pursuing your masters on Social and Cultural Psychology, a subject most people don’t pay the proper attention to, and how you’ve just started playing Zelda: Breath of the Wild, which is, coincidently, produced by his main competitor.

“I can’t believe this,” Jungkook groans once you compliment the game’s graphics. “This is treason!”

“I’m sorry,” You laugh. “But it’s so good!”

“Ours is better,” He says pointedly. “And I’ll prove it.”

“How?”

“You’ll see,” He says mysteriously, and you leave it at that, already arriving at the gym.

Saying your temporary farewell, you walk into the ring, apologizing to your trainer profusely. The session is weird, today; your eyes focused on your trainer, but mind wandering to the lone boy at the punching bag.

“Come on, Y/N, focus!” Your trainer shouts, and you are back at punching, and punching, and punching until. “Time!”

You collapse on the floor, body exhausted; however you still hear the adorable chuckle echoing in the empty gym.

“Are you ready to go?” You turn your head to the side and see Jungkook smiling. “I can wait a bit more if you’re still finishing–“

“We’re done,” You decree, sending your trainer a pointed look. “I’m dead. You might have to carry my home.”

His nose crinkles with his wide smile. “No way, you are sweaty.”

“You’re not much better,” You deadpan. “Give me five seconds to get my jacket and we’ll go.”

“Y/N,” The trainer calls back. “I really can’t convince you?”

“No way,” You laugh, putting the jacket on even though your body feels like it’s melting. “Not my thing, Coach. But thanks for the consideration.”

“Huh?” Jungkook looks at you with inquiring eyes.

“Can’t convince this girl to go competitive,” Coach laughs, shaking his head in disappointment. “She got here a month ago, but we all really think she has potential.”

You shake your head again. “Thank Coach, but no thanks.”

“Are you sure?” Jungkook asks, once you are walking back home. “It’s a huge opportunity!”

“Yeah, but it would also demand a lot of my time,” You shrug. “With getting my Masters and trying to find a job, I don’t think I’d have the time or energy to try and go pro.”

He nods, understanding. “I get that. Good thing you found time to just train and enjoy it, then.”

“Yeah, specially since now the company just got better,” You wink, making him blush.

You check your phone once you two are close to the building but there’s still no news from Sora. You groan, desperately wanting to shower.

“Is she home?” Jungkook asks, already knowing the answer considering your frustrated reaction.

“No… and I don’t think she’s coming home anytime soon,” You mumble, sighing. “I’ll just wait outside my door. The carpet seems comfortable.”

Jungkook scoffs. “No way, you’re waiting inside. You must be dying to shower… I can lend you some clothes and you can use my bathroom.”

“Oh, I don’t want to–“

“Come on, Y/N,” He jokingly elbows you. “I’m trying to be a good neighbor.”

“When you put it like that,” You roll your eyes. “I can’t say no, now, can I?”

“Never,” He opens the door and walks to his apartment. “After you, ma’am.”

It feels weird to not just walk up the stairs to your floor, but you also enjoy the excitement rushing through your veins; you’ve crossed the imaginary line of your terrace… would that be okay?

“Y/N!” Jimin shouts happily from the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Hey Jimin,” You wave and allow yourself to be pulled by your hood to Jungkook’s room. “Got locked out after the gym and Jung–“

“She’s showering in my bathroom, no one goes in there,” Jungkook basically growls at his flatmates. “I’ll come help with dinner while she does her thing.”

“We were thinking of ordering today, actually,” Tae says from his spot on the couch. “You like pepperoni pizza, Y/N?”

“Love it,” You smile. “I’m down.”

“Perfect,” Jungkook says, still pulling you. “Now go shower, you smell.”

You give him the finger. “You smell, too, you know?”

“I’m very much aware,” He laughs. “I’ll shower in Jimin hyung’s bathroom.”

He picks up a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, shoving them towards you and leaving the room. It’s only when the door closes that you allow yourself some time to look around, noticing how similar his room is to yours; blue bedsheets and pillows, a large, two screen computer with, and you’ve guessed this before, a classic gamer chair in the corner. Some trophies stand in a shelf and you smile at a younger picture of him, wearing a black taekwondo belt and holding a medal. Making some mental reminders, you go to the bathroom, basking under the warm water softening your tired muscles.

You wash your hair and smile, noticing how everything smells like him. Shampoo, conditioner, clothes. It takes over your sense and you close your eyes, summoning the cute smile and kind eyes. Almost like magic, and just as you raised the color of his t-shirt away from your neck and to your nose, the door opens and Jungkook looks at you.

“Ready?” You nod, pretending nothing happened while wanting to bury yourself six feet under. “Pizza’s already here– didn’t want you taking too long and risking Taehyung hyung eating all of it.”

“He wouldn’t!” You gasp, following him to the living room.

“Oh he would,” Jungkook scoffs. “Actually, he did! Many times before.”

“But I’m special,” You joke. “He wouldn’t do that to me.”

“You are 100% right,” Tae catches on. “I will always wait for you, Y/N.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook sits next to his flatmate and pulls you down next to him, and you have to wonder what is up with this boy and pulling you places. He gives you a slice and digs in after you start eating, always eyeing the other boys to make sure they leave you at least another slice. You all have fun, but you start to grow anxious as Jimin goes to sleep, and Taehyung follows. It’s getting late and all that Sora sent you was a wink face, and from that you had many, many interpretations to follow.

“Okay,” Jungkook sighs, getting up. “Are you ready?”

“W-what?” You look at him, furrowing your brows. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I asked if you are ready, Y/N?”

“Uh, I think so? Sora is not coming home, I think, but if you want to go to sleep I can wait in the hallway and–“

“What? No, you’re sleeping over,” He waves his hand as if that had been already settled. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“What are you talking about then?”

He moves towards the TV, clicking some buttons and opening some drawers. He comes back with a pile of game boxes. “Chose one.”

“Are these–“

“Yes,” He says and there is determination in his voice. “Now choose one and let’s do this shit.”

“Oh, I’m ready.”

The night is not long enough for the two of you. Game after game, Jungkook keeps his promise– his games are better. The graphics, the storyline, the worlds; everything.

“This one was the best,” You gush, dropping the control with a yawn. It’s now six in the morning and you two have not taken a break since you started. “It’s my new favorite, 100%. Where can I buy it, Kook?”

The nickname comes out naturally and you two smile at it; he leans forward, grabbing the disk from his console and puts it back in the box, giving it to you without hesitation.

“This is my game,” He smiles. “They are all from my company, but this is my game. I pitched it, and it was my first project of many. I’m glad you liked it, Y/N. You can have it.”

“Wha- No!” You push it away. “You need to keep it!”

“I can just get another copy from the office,” He shrugs. “Keep this one. You can play again anytime.”

“Thank, Kook,” You whisper, truly touched with his actions. “Really, thank you for everything.”

“Nah,” He chuckles. “It’s nothing.” “Don’t say that,” You frown.

Does he know? Doesn’t it show?How much this means to me?

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Waking up is not as graceful as it was falling asleep. You are not sure when you two lay down in the couch, but you wake up barely able to breath and feeling way too hot to be normal. You look at the man laying behind you with his heavy arm and leg tossed over you and huff, trying to move away from him, but turns out Jungkook is a cuddler.

“Just roll away,” Taehyung says, walking straight to the kitchen. “He does that in his sleep, so it’s easier to just roll away.”

The loud thud is not enough to wake your friend and you are thankful, wishing he’d sleep as much as he can, considering it’s the weekend.

“Good morning,” You say, trying to pretend nothing’s happened.

“Nu-uh,” Taehyung smiles cheekily. “Not how I roll. What’s happening there, huh?”

“Nothing,” You roll your eyes. “We spent the whole night playing games and fell asleep. You said it yourself, he does that in his sleep.”

“Yeah, he does,” Tae shrug. “But I saw the way you two clicked… Jungkook is a really shy kid, you know? He doesn’t open up easily, not like that.”

“I’m sure he’s just trying to be nice,” You smile but it comes out forced. You really want to believe Taehyung’s words, but you literally met Jungkook less than 24 hours ago. “Have you heard Sora come back?”

“I’ll tell you if you give me her number,” Tae offers you his best boxy smile. “Your friend is… something else.”

“Believe me, I know,” You don’t even hesitate, pulling your phone out and texting him her contact. “She thinks you’re hot, by the way.”

“Wow,” His eyes are wide. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m helping a friend out,” You roll your eyes. “You like her, she likes you; there’s nothing complicated there. Just know that if you hurt her, I’ll murder you in your sleep.” You finish off with a bright smile.

“Well, in that case, let me help you too,” Tae chuckles. “Kookie likes you. Thought you were beautiful the first time he saw you. And Sora got home hours ago.”

“And why are you telling me this?”

“He likes you, you like him,” He repeats, walking away. “Nothing complicated there.”

Mumbling to yourself, you go to your apartment only to be face to face with your flatmate.

“Now, now,” Sora asks, pretending to not be wearing the same clothes as the day before. “Where were you, young lady?”

“I should be the one asking that question!” You shout. “I got locked out!”

“I told you I was going out,” Sora shrugs. “Now tell me why Taehyung has my number and what happened when you slept over there?”

“Nothing happened, and because he likes you,” You yawn, going straight to your room.

“That’s not what he said,” She taunts. “He said something about a certain Jungkook liking you?”

“How would he know?” You ask her. “We just met! Yesterday!”

“That’s all it takes and you know it,” She says pointedly. “Or did you forget about he who shall not be named?”

“That’s different,” You frown, suddenly remembering your ex. “In the end, I didn’t know him at all. I don’t want to make the same mistake… you know why.”

“I do,” She sighs. “But not everyone is him. Jungkook is definitely not him… something about Jungkook is much more innocent.”

“I know, I know,” You yawn. “He’s great, but… it’s too soon. I need time. That’s what I came here for.”

“You’ll have as much time as you need,” She promises. “Even if I have to ward Taehyung and Jimin off your case.”

You nod because you trust her. Sora has always and will always be by your side, just like you will be by hers. After you broke-up with your ex, she was the only one that stayed by you, instead of criticizing you for being an inconsiderate asshole. You left him when he needed you the most, people said, but they didn’t even know half of it. He’d always need you, is what you concluded. He was just one of those people that demand too much emotional support that they don’t even know how to give it back; and if you kept going– if you kept supporting him on your back like it was your duty,– you’d disappear. When you left, you barely knew who you were… and that’s when Sora came into action. She pushed you beyond your limitations and reminded you of everything– how you like spicy food, and how you actually hate the smell of roses, and she reminded you of how much, just how much you love playing video games; all things your ex fought so hard to have you forget. It was the small things, and right now, as you stand proud and happy, those are the things you hang onto the most.

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It takes about a month to finally happen. The kiss, you mean.

For the next 30 days or so, you and Jungkook proceed to deepen a connection that had been there since day one. It is over games that he tells you about his college experience– not terrible, but not great, he says. He was too shy. Over drinks, you tell him about your ex. Friend chicken late at night is for lighter subjects, like how he met the boys and his other hyungs or how Sora and Taehyung had been ‘sneaking’ around as if no one knows. Things with him are easy, light.

Nothing complicated, Taehyung’s voice echoes in your head just as you sit down in their couch. Tonight is movie night, a tradition established since Taehyung started going upstairs every Thursday to have sex with your flatmate, and since Jimin had work until late hours, Jungkook always invited you over. As per usual, he makes the snacks while you figure the movie out, choosing one of his favorites, as always. You like to see the surprised and excited smile in his face when the title flashes by.

“What are we watching?” He asks, handing you the Pringles he keeps just for when you’re over.

“Iron Man,” You say and there it is. The excitement.

To say you are paying attention to the movie is a lie– all you can do is pretend to watch and laugh at appropriate parts ad your mind wander to what it would be like to kiss Jungkook? For a while you’ve been thinking about it; dreaming about it, even. You woke scared and horny the first time it happened, but after that it became routine. From then on, things that are supposed to be normal and common, like him pushing his hair back, or him boxing in the gym, start to… inspire you.

“What?” He asks, breaking you from your day dream.

“Oh,” You shake your head. “Nothing.”

“That’s a lie if I ever heard one,” He snorts, scooting closer to you. “Tell me. You were staring at me pretty intensely, I’m curious.”

“It’s nothing, Kook,” You laugh and you can feel yourself getting nervous by the minute.

“Lie,” He mumbles, face getting closer and closer. “Are you sweating? Wow, what is it that you’re so nervous about? It’s just me.”

That’s just it, you think, smiling at him. It’s you.

“Jungkook, just leave it,” You push him back and get up. “I’m tired, so I’ll go ahead and go to sleep.”

“What?” His pout almost breaks you. “No, please! I’ll stop interrogating, stay!”

“I’m sleepy,” You whine. “I wanna lay down.”

“You can use my shoulder,” He whines too. “I don’t want to watch the movie alone. I’ve seen this a thousand times already, I wanted to watch you watching it.”

“Watch me?”

“Uh, yeah,” He realizes what he said and startles himself. “I… I just wanted to know if you’d like it.”

“Oh, I love Iron Man,” You explain, watching him get up and go to his room. “I’ve seen it before.”

“Okay.”

After that awkward conversation it’s as if you two are walking on eggshells. He doesn’t joke around as you two brush your teeth, or instantly hugs you when you lay down next to him. He just stares at you.

“Okay, this is weird,” You say, a bit too loudly. “What’s up with you? You’re staring.”

“It’s nothing,” He says, almost mocking you as he acts like you did before. “Leave it.”

“If you say so,” You mumble, ignoring his stiff posture and cuddling closer to him. “Night, Kook.”

And that’s when it happens, his lips on yours, very softly, brushing almost too lightly.

“Good night, Y/N.”

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Pretending nothing happened in the morning was impossible. You didn’t even want to, anyways, but Jungkook wouldn’t even allow the thought to brew in your mind.

He kisses you good morning, waking you up. He has coffee, something he’s been doing for a while now, always buying you coffee whenever he’d think of you, and he also makes you breakfast, eyes trained on you as you stand still in the kitchen, the surprise too much to even move. When you finally get to go home, after many kisses goodbye, you slide down the door, shouting for your friend as soon as you regain a bit of your sanity.

“He what?”

“Kissed me,” You repeat, not really believing it. “Again, and again, and again. Last night and this morning and right now, before I came up here. And he won’t stop. And I like it. I love it, actually. I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” She shouts. “Don’t stop! He obviously likes you! And you obviously like him!”

“Don’t shout!” You whisper, looking at her open window. “They can hear you.” “Y/N,” She sighs, summoning all of her patience to deal with you. “This is not complicated. You’re the one making it so.”

“I know, I know,” You grumble. You are frustrated and Sora knows. “It just feels too easy… like something might go wrong any time now!”

“Maybe you two should talk,” She suggests. “I’ll text Taehyung I’m going down there and for him to send Jungkook over.”

“Don’t you dare!” You shout, leaping for her phone, but she is too quick.

“Done,” She winks. “You’ll thank me later, babes.”

You have a minute and nothing else before he knocks on your door– it is just enough to put your hair up in a way that didn’t make you look like a crazy woman.

“You called?” He smiles, moving forward to kiss you, but you stop him.

“Yeah, I think we need to talk,” You say, chuckling in the most awkward way possible. Looking back up at him, you see his smile falter, doubt invading his eyes. “It’s not bad!”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” He is now uncomfortable and you want to punch yourself. You could’ve led it with another phrase… “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah!” You basically shout. “Everything’s a-okay. We just need to talk about it.”

“Why?” He pouts a bit, clearly confused and you can’t help it. You grab him by the cheeks and kiss him, deep and fast. “Wha–“

“Just so that this can keep happening,” You explain, voice airless. He nods and you guide him to your room, sitting him down on your bed while you pace from one side to the other. “Okay. Great. Alright, let’s talk. Let’s do this. We’re good.”

“Are you nervous?” He asks, and you know he’s not teasing. More so he is surprised. “Y/N? Why are you nervous?”

“I like you!” You blurt out, hands wailing around and a grimace on your face. “I actually like you a lot. And I know Taehyung said you like me too, but for some reason I just can’t believe him. But then you kissed me and I start to believe him, and for some reason, something that is supposed to be easy, is super complicated.”

“There’s nothing complicated here,” Jungkook smiles. It’s different this time round, though; his smile is wide and true, and although his cheeks are red with embarrassment and his eye glisten with hope, you can feel just how nervous is. “I like you, you like me. What’s so complicated about this?”

“I don’t know,” You groan. “It feels too easy, Kook! Nothing is ever this easy!”

“Well, everything has a first,” He jokes. “This is easy, Y/N. Let it be easy. Please. I can’t handle complicated.”

“Me neither,” You bite your nails, nervously waiting for something to go wrong. After a couple of minutes, you look back at him. He tries to hold his laughter in, but it comes out anyways. “So this is it?”

“Yeah, this is it,” Jungkook shrugs, opening his arms for you, and you know just what he wants.

“Just like this?”

He nods. “Just like this.”

“Are you–“

“Goddammit woman, just come here.”

The way he kisses you once you jump into his open arms is how you hope to be kissed everyday. He falls back with you on top of him but his arms hold you steady, bringing you closer but leaving enough space so you could swing your legs to both sides of him. This is passionate, you conclude, but the word sounds too robotic to truly describe it.

Hunger, is more like it. Need. Want.

Want. There it is. This is pure want. Pure wish, and hope, and it is happening. And you meet him halfway, allowing him to feel the want and hope you have accumulated as well.

“Is Sora coming back anytime soon?” He whispers in your ear, mouth making a scorching trail down your throat.

“Doubt it,” You breath out, moaning in sequence as he bites a particularly sensitive spot. “She’s with Tae.”

His eyes shine in a way you’ve never seen before, but it makes you smile. He is right, in the end– this is nothing complicated.

“Good.”

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savannah-lim · 4 years ago

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Room With A Viewing || Savannah & Carrington

Timing: Before No Dead Room Mates Allowed Parties: @carringtonblackwood and @savannah-lim Location: Carrington’s townhouse Content: Mentions of body horror, compulsion Summary: Savannah checks out Carrington’s property as she’s thinking of renting a similar one. She gets more than she bargained for.

If she was honest with herself, Savannah should have moved out of the hotel room weeks ago. At the very least, she should have moved to a different hotel, even a different room. Staying in the same room as your now-confirmed-dead co-worker was pretty freaking morbid, and she really needed to stop tripping over all of Javier’s things when she got up to go to the bathroom in the night. If this stranger knew of a well-priced townhouse downtown, it would have been foolish to pass it up, so she went to his address, ringing the bell and waiting till he answered. Jeez, was everyone in this town handsome? “Hello, Carrington? Mr. Blackwood? I have no idea what you prefer. I’m Savannah. Here for the tour.”

Carrington answered the door a few moments after the bell rang, smiling warmly at the lovely woman on his stoop. “Carrington is just fine. ‘Mr. Blackwood’ makes me sound like an old man.” The irony was not lost on the 420 year old vampire. But they weren’t here to talk about his age. So Carrington stepped back and swept his arm out, indicating that Savannah should come inside at her leisure. The foyer was bright and clean, white walls against dark floorboards, with a matching staircase that lead up to the second floor. Carrington gave Savannah the general layout of the first floor: foyer, with kitchen to the right (which included access to the short stair-case leading to the single-car garage) and living room to the left. Half bath just under the stairs, and an extra room down the hallway and to the right. Carrington’s piano was housed there currently.

“So what brought you to town, Savannah?” Carrington asked, observing her curiously as he moved casually towards the kitchen. “And may I get you something to drink while we look around?”

"Carrington it is." Thank God. Savannah loathed forced formalities. The house was great from the outside, and The Bureau covered her rent up to a certain amount as part of her assignment. In the long-run, it had to be cheaper than staying at a hotel, but the idea that she might afford a place like this, even with White Crest prices, was hard to believe. She followed him inside, looking around. "I'm sorry, and you pay how much for this?" She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm here on a case. An investigation into the disappearance of my colleague. Javier Sterling." God, a drink would be fantastic. "A light beer if you have one, or a vodka and some kind of diet soda?"

Forced formality had been part of Carrington’s life from the nearly the moment he was born. So it was a blessed relief when he met someone who didn’t seem to mind letting them drop. Carrington gave her a wry look when she asked about his rent. When he gave her the price, he knew it sounded ridiculously cheap, all things considered. “You’d think there might be a catch,” he amended. “But other than the occasional pesky creature deciding to make it’s home in my attic-” He shook his head at the memory of the alghoul infestation. Bloody nightmare that was. “- it’s been pleasant.” The answer to his question gave Carrington a slight pause. But he covered quickly, reaching into the fridge for two light beers (a locally brewed brand that he found quite palatable). He opened them - careful to find a bottle-opener instead of just popping the tops with his hand - and handed one to his guest. He took a slow pull, thinking back on the news he’d heard of an FBI agent poking around. “I remember hearing the FBI was around town, though I never met Agent Sterling myself.” He gestured they should walk back through the foyer to look at the den if she wanted. “I assume by now you’ve heard the stories people tell about this town? About people disappearing?”

And never coming back.

“Like… what?” Savannah asked, waiting for the revelation. “Rats? A cockroach infestation?” That was an even bigger deal-breaker than knowing there had been a murder on the premises. Judging by what other people had said, that was true of most places in White Crest At least the crime scene clean-up crew removed all signs of the body. At least the walls were repainted and the floors recarpeted. “Once, a raccoon got inside my old apartment. The sounds I woke up to..” She shivered, sipping the drink Carrington had given her. “They record the statistics of deaths and unsolved disappearances. Both are far above average for a town of this size.” She looked around the kitchen. The cabinets looked new. The stove was spotless. Did he ever do any cooking? “Have you lived here long?”

“Squirrels mostly,” Carrington assured her. “The occasional family of bats.” The irony of that wasn’t lost on him. He shook his head, glancing up at the ceiling with a long-suffering look. “Bloody menace. And God knows how they’re getting in.” He took a long pull of his drink. “Though I haven’t seen any in awhile, so I think they’ve finally given up. Or found a better attic to roost in.” Her story about the raccoon made him grin in a way that said he shared her pain. “I can say there has never been a racoon in my attic, so small mercies, hm?” Carrington hummed in agreement as she mentioned the statistics. “Yes, they are. Makes one wonder if any of the stories are true. Or-” He made a small gesture with his drink. “- if perhaps they’re more… self-fulfilling?” He watched her as she regarded his immaculate kitchen. He did cook- if she was wondering - but he also tended to be unnaturally tidy. Too much clutter made him feel anxious. “About a year now,” he answered smoothly. “I came for work. And a change of scenery. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but it’s been… interesting.” He took another drink, still watching her curiously. “So… what do you think of White Crest so far? Have you been warned to stay away from any particular place yet? That seems to be a favorite pastime of the locals.”

Savannah nodded thoughtfully. “We had a family of sparrows nest in our roof too once when I was a kid. I’d wake up to the sound of baby birds. It was quite exciting for a young child. Probably less so for my parents.” A year wasn’t too long. She’d already been here a couple of months, and they’d passed in the blink of an eye. “I quite like it. The investigator in me is kind of excited by all the mystery of the place, but logically, I know I should be far more disturbed than I am.” Savannah gave a low chuckle. She looked out the window. A thick fog had rolled in from the sea, seemingly out of nowhere. “Coastal towns and their fog, hm?” she said, making small talk as she headed for the bathroom. As she got closer to the door, she heard water running. “Oh, is there someone in the shower?”

Carrington smiled at the image Savannah’s story brought to mind, but the town’s oddness quickly became the subject again. “Well, then you’re in for a treat if you hang around for awhile.” He tipped an eyebrow at her. “Should you be? Perhaps you just have an open mind when it comes to… preternatural occurrences?” Or perhaps it was all building to a head, and Savannah would slowly find herself going mad. Carrington sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. He glanced out the window as she mentioned the fog. It was rather thick this evening, but Carrington didn’t give it much more than a passing glance. “It’s part of the charm,” he quipped as them moved on. But his smirk waned as they neared the bathroom. “No. There’s not.” He approached cautiously, listening for any sounds other than the running water. There was nothing in the hallway to indicate intrusion, and he’d sensed no one else in the house but himself and his guest. But something felt… off.

Slowly, Carrington opened the bathroom door. Steam poured out, rolling across the ceiling and instantly making the vampire’s pale skin feel damp and sticky. It was so thick that it took a moment to make out the strange shape behind the fogged up glass of the shower. Even then, it took a moment to realize just what he was looking at. And if Carrington’s blood hadn’t already been cold, it would’ve turned to ice right then and there as he saw what was in his shower. “Christ…”

"An open mind is the most polite way of putting it," Savannah answered with a vague chuckle. More likely she was just a cat about to be killed by her curiosity. The very same curiosity led her towards the bathroom as Carrington confirmed there was nobody else home, and she pulled a gun from beneath her jacket. "Don't worry. I'm FBI," she answered, just in case he was alarmed by his house guest's sudden revelation that they were armed.

An attempted burglary would be one thing; it was a very nice house, but what kind of thief stopped to use the shower? God, please don't let it be some kind of bunny boiler ex who had let themselves in... No such luck, unfortunately. "ARGHHH!" Savannah screamed. It was Javier, except it wasn't. Scales and tentacles covered his body, his face malformed by something. It seemed to be growing out of his skin.

"It's not real!" Savannah insisted. "I'm fucking dreaming. It's not real."

“Well, it’s not always a bad thing.” But curiosity could certainly be bad for one’s health. Especially here. Though Carrington was guilty of it just as much as anyone else. But his move towards the bathroom was more concern than anything. If someone had gotten in without him knowing… When Savannah pulled her weapon, Carrington gave it a glance, and a nod of acknowledgement to Savannah herself, but was otherwise unaffected by the presence of the gun. Though what good it would do was yet to be seen. So Carrington prepared himself for the worst as he opened the door. But that still didn’t prepare him for what was actually on the other side. Savannah’s scream caused the creature to turn it’s grotesque head towards them. It’s mouth opened, and instead of a voice, thick black ichor gurgled up from Javier’s - from the creature’s - throat… spilling down his contorted face and body like oil. It made a shuddering motion, and lurched suddenly in their direction. Without a second thought, Carrington pushed Savannah back into the hallway and shut the door. He held the knob with one hand - the door didn’t lock from the outside - and kept the other in front of Savannah. He turned to her a moment later, hand still on the knob, as she tried to tell herself it wasn’t real.

“Of course it’s not real,” Carrington said, locking his eyes with hers. They were very blue, and looked at her with a gentle intensity that tightened the corners just so. “It’s not real at all. There’s a raccoon in the bathroom. Like in your old apartment. Remember? You told me that story.” He waited patiently - not caring for the use of compulsion to alter someone’s memories, but in this case it was necessary - to see if his suggestion would work. All the while trying to ignore the way the doorknob shuddered in his grasp.

Savannah’s heart hammered in her chest, beating against her rib cage like an animal that didn’t want to be contained. Her body was hot, palms sweating, muscles tight and tense. Instinctively, she tried to fight Carrington off, beating his chest while she reached for her gun, but it was no use. He was deceptively strong. “What do you mean?!” She practically yelled in his face. “I saw it! I fucking saw him!” But as quickly as the panic had overcome her, something started to calm it. Savannah shook her head, as if waking up from an unplanned nap. “What… what the…?” She cleared her throat, standing up straight. “Sorry. This is embarrassing. I’m clearly not getting enough sleep.” She pointed towards the bathroom door. “You should… call pest control. I’m gonna go.”

#wickedswriting #paras #with: carrington #body horror tw #noncon tw

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we-love-the-murder-bois · 6 years ago

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Slasher Easter Imagines

Michael

When you became tasked with stuffing eggs for a community wide Easter egg hunt, you were less than thrilled.

That’s why Michael found you surrounded by plastic eggs and candy at midnight, piling filled eggs into a box.

You managed a half wave before taking a gulp of coffee and keeping on.

Michael remembered Easter from when he was a kid, but he didn’t care for it.

You looked downright miserable right now, so there was that. It couldn’t be too great of a holiday if you looked four minutes from dying.

Eventually you felt the burn his stare lessen, hearing another click accompany the monotonous clicking of plastic you had been hearing for what now felt like years.

You looked up in surprise, seeing Michael silently packing eggs with you.

You caught him stealing a lot of the candy, each time glaring and halfheartedly smacking his arm.

Any time you ate chocolate he swooped in to kiss you, which always threw you off rhythm and made it harder to work up the will to start again.

Michael definitely knew what he was doing to you.

When you finally finished, letting Michael keep most of his haul, but threatening him with great harm if he touched the remaining eggs, you dragged him off to bed.

Those little shits better enjoy the candy, and you definitely weren’t going to any more town meetings during the holidays.

Jason

Jason hadn’t had a real Easter since he was a kid, and due to his condition it was usually at his house with his mother.

You covertly spent a lot of your cash on plastic eggs and Jason’s favorite candies- finding these out had been a true chore.

You spent several nights avoiding traps and hiding eggs across the camp and woods.

You ended up caught red handed shoving colorful plastic eggs into a hollow of tree, que awkward smile and slow inch away.

When you had finally finished you shadowed him to keep him away from your cleaver hiding places.

(That’s a lie, you sucked at hiding eggs, but whatever.)

When the day finally came, you were vibrating.

Armed with a sack, you bugged Jason into hunting.

He got excited about it pretty quickly, slipping back into his childhood.

It was adorable.

You gave Jason bunny ears to wear, and while he didn’t understand, it made you happy, so he did.

You were out filling the sack with eggs all day, eventually retiring to the cabin to open them all.

10/10 you would do this again next Easter

(Eggs ended up washing up on the shores of the lake for the next few months. Oops.)

Freddy

Freddy remembered hiding eggs for his daughter back when he was alive, so Easter now left a bitter taste in his mouth.

You didn’t push it too much, but brought him a pink bunny, adorned with pipe cleaner finger knives, to ‘give some life to his dead world’

It chilled in the boiler room now.

You dreamed about Easter how you remembered it, leading Freddy through the memories.

You knew it made him sad, but he still smiled with you as little you tripped around in tiny church clothes and fought with other children as you tried to steal their haul.

“You were devious.” You laughed at that and leaned against your salty dream demon. “Still am.”

Easter probably wouldn’t be something big for you guys, but it was still nice.

Thomas

The Hewitts had never done too much for Easter.

There were a few community things when the boys were young, but all in all, Easter was all about the religious aspect and not the rabbit aspect.

Thomas didn’t understand why egg hunting and giant rabbits were a part of the holiday.

Truthfully, you didn’t really understand either.

All that aside, you still wanted to uphold some family traditions.

Making Chocolate eggs was a big thing in your family, and you wanted to make them with Thomas.

He had no idea what to do, so he mostly stood around and helped with the molds and mixing stuff.

You were adorable as you danced around the kitchen testing the fillings and mixing the chocolate, so Thomas enjoyed himself.

Kissing you tasted like chocolate mint.

The Hewitts got all the eggs, since you only had a few people to mail them to nowadays.

As a thank you, you attending the Hewitts annual birth and death of Jesus story, something rigidly upheld by Luda Mae.

Brahms

“Have you ever done a real Easter egg hunt?”

This needed rectified.

After forcing Brahms to sleep you hid eggs everywhere. Both easily found and cleverly hidden. You didn’t even remember half the places you thought of.

Brahms woke up to two eggs resting in the eyeholes of his mask and several shoved in his cardigan pockets.

“Take this, happy hunting!” You yelled, shoving a wicker basket in his arms and following him around like an excited child.

It was contagious.

“I thought you were the mature one.” You just smiled and shrugged.

As you explored the grounds, cheering Brahms on as he was forced to scale walls and stand on chairs- he had no idea how you hid half of these eggs- you told him about your Easter memories. From dressing up for church to running around with a basket to see who could get the most eggs.

He likes hearing about your fond memories.

“Just how many eggs did you hide?!”

“I lost count at 300.”

“W h y.”

The eggs contained candy, drawings, little knick knacks, and other random things.

“This egg has a button in it, Y/n. A single button.” “You responded with a boop to the nose of his mask.

You knew you’d be finding eggs for a long time, but hey, it’d be fun.

Brahms couldn’t leave and you didn’t want to leave him, so you guys just stayed in the whole day.

You introduced him to dyeing/painting eggs

His were masterpieces, yours were abstract.

(After stuffing eggs, supervising Easter egg hunts, and scrounging candy from children, I’m beat. I decided to give another holiday gift, slasher imagines! Fun fact: the chocolate eggs are actually a tradition in my family! They are chocolate eggs, dark, milk, or white, about the size of a fist that are filled with a creme that can be flavored in a variety of ways. It’s wild.

If there’s a slasher not in here that you want Easter fun with, just ask!

And send me asks!)

#Slasher imagines #michael myers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #freddy krueger #slashers x reader #Easter #brahms x reader #Brahms heelshire #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader

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xoxopandapanda · 6 years ago

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Valentine Treats

FF.net

AO3

Kagome stared at the display of chocolate and molds in front of her. Yuka, on her right, and Eri, on her left, were busily discussing which molds they should get, and if any of the colored chocolate pens were worth picking up at this store.

Maybe they should run to a different one down the street.

The selection of colors was poor here – too picked over.

There was a bag of shredded coconut at the other store – Eri wanted that.

Kagome, for her part, wasn’t too interested in making Valentine’s chocolate this year. Sure, she had done it in the past with her friends and given it around, but that was way back before she had complicated feelings for a complicated boy. Back then, she innocently believed that love was black and white. You either loved someone or you didn’t.

Now she knew it was much more than just that.

Making chocolate for someone seemed so simple back then. Now she had to wonder if she was willing to put the effort in for a boy who most likely had no idea what it meant.

“Can he even eat it?” she wondered out loud. In her head, she thought about his dog heritage.

“Who?” Yuka asked her, pleased she had joined their conversation at last. “Who could eat it?”

Eri leaned her body forward, twisting slightly to get a good look at her friend’s face. “I heard dark chocolate is better for you. Should we get some dark chocolate?” She paused slightly before mouthing to Yuka, ‘Hojo said his favorite chocolate is dark.’

“Oh……” Yuka nodded, understanding what Eri was hinting at. “I think dark chocolate is the best option.”

Kagome had no idea what they were talking about and looked back and forth between them. She hadn’t realized she had said anything out loud, either, so the sudden change in topic was confusing to her.

“I mean,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “you guys can use dark chocolate if you want. I don’t think I’ll be making any this year.”

Eri stood up tall, Yuka gasped in horror, and each girl grabbed one of her shoulders. “Kagome!” Eri shouted, causing other customers to look over at them in dismay.

Yuka shook Kagome hard, crying out, “You can’t mean that!”

Kagome, taken fully aback by the sudden outburst from both of her friends, stepped back to get away from their grips. She forgot, however, that a teenage girl’s grip can be stronger than anything, so she wound up just dragging them a good meter or two away from the chocolate display.

Yuka cried out again, this time in absolute dismay, “I thought you had moved on from the two-timer, Kagome! I thought you had moved on!”

‘Well,’ Kagome thought, ‘at least she’s stopped shaking me.’

Eri let go of Kagome finally and stepped back to look her friend up and down. Kagome could almost hear the squealing of the wheels in her head. She knew, she just knew, her friend was plotting something, but she couldn’t tell what it was.

Eri looked very pointedly at her for a long moment. Kagome looked back, turning her head to look sideways at her friend and to get a glance at Yuka, still handing onto her shoulder.

“Kagome,” Eri’s voice was softer than before, but the looks from the passing people were still harsh and full of judgement. “For old time’s sake, please make chocolate with us.”

Yuka chimed in. “You don’t have to give them to anyone; you can just make them!”

Kagome looked back and forth between her friends. Seeing the hopefulness in their eyes, she couldn’t turn them down.

“Fine,” she sighed out. “I’ll make chocolates with you.”

Home, finally, after her shopping mishap with her oldest friends, Kagome sat at the family computer. It was rarely used by anyone, especially now that Souta had a laptop of his own – a gift from their late father’s side of the family to celebrate him entering junior high school.

The browser was slow, but Kagome was in no hurry. All that awaited her was homework upstairs, and honestly, she wasn’t too keen on getting started on that.

Eventually, after what felt like forever, Kagome was able to open a search engine to start her inquiry.

Valentine’s Day Treats for Dogs she typed into the search bar.

Results slowly filtered in and she clicked the first link – a link to somebody’s blog that had made ‘chocolates’ for her dogs. The ingredients were pretty straight forward, as it was a mixture of yogurt, oats, coconut, and strawberries.

Kagome wasn’t sure they would taste the best, but hey, it was something. Better than giving Inuyasha nothing.

Kagome cross checked the ingredients with an article about food safe for foxes, knowing that Shippo might steal some of Inuyasha’s treats just to annoy him.

“What are you looking at?” Kagome’s mother placed a cup of tea for her on the computer desk. Kagome nodded her thanks before taking a sip.

“Eri and Yuka want to make chocolates together. I figured I could give them to Miroku and Sango, but I would need something else for Inuyasha and Shippo.” Kagome pulled up the list of ingredients for the dog safe valentine’s treats. “What do you think?”

Mama Higurashi looked over the list, humming slightly. “Shouldn’t be too hard to get the ingredients,” she said. “I wonder how they’ll taste.”

Kagome agreed before tacking on, “I just don’t know if Inuyasha can eat chocolates, you know? He is part dog, but it’s dog demon…. Does that make a difference?”

“I don’t know, dear.”

Kagome took another drink from her tea cup. “If he hates them, I’ll just give them to Souta. He eats anything.”

Kagome’s mother smiled and chuckled to herself slightly at the comment, patted Kagome’s shoulder and turned to leave. “I’ll pick up the ingredients at the store tomorrow. Do you want me to get anything for making chocolates?”

“Nah,” Kagome wrote down what they needed and a quickly copied the directions for making the treats, “I think we got everything today.”

Her mother nodded, but didn’t verbally respond as she left the room. Kagome powered off the computer once she was done with her notes and went upstairs to finish her homework and wait for Inuyasha’s inevitable arrival.

Sure enough, Inuyasha pushed open her window that evening, just after supper and sat on her bed.

“We agreed a day and a half.”

“Yes, but I need more time.”

Inuyasha huffed. “I gave you two days.”

Kagome continued to write, working on her best subject – Japanese history – while Inuyasha was there wasn’t much a problem for her. In fact, sometimes it was helpful because he was a pit of knowledge himself given the right circumstances.

“Have you made a shovel before?”

Inuyasha grunted, “No. Don’t change the topic.”

Kagome paused and thought. “I wonder if Miroku has.”

“Stop changing the topic. We go back tomorrow morning.”

Kagome jotted a little note to herself to ask Miroku about shovel making. “My thesis for this paper is that everyone made things by hand as required which indicates a communal-based living environment. You’ve carved Kaede bowls and spoons right?”

“Kaede’s stuff sucked. I hated eating out of it. I made her better ones.” Inuyasha returned to his subject. “I want breakfast first. Then we leave.”

Kagome spun in her chair to look at Inuyasha, contemplating how to get him to budge on his plan of leaving in the morning. She used to yell and tell him no, but that always backfired. It was Valentine’s season, she figured, she should keep him happy.

The perfect idea sprung into her head.

“Mom’s making ramen for dinner tomorrow night, though.” Kagome rocked back to stretch out her legs and look at him. “Just for you.”

Inuyasha squinted his eyes and regarded her sourly. Kagome knew she had won this round.

“Fine,” Inuyasha snorted out, “one more day.”

“Okay,” Kagome smiled at him, but he crossed his arms and flopped down onto her bed in protest at his plan being changed.

Kagome turned back to her paper and textbook, mentally noting to tell her mother about tomorrow’s dinner menu.

A few moments later, Kagome heard the tell-tale sign of Inuyasha’s slight rumble of a snore, and she knew he had fallen asleep without having to look at him. So much for picking his brain.

Eri and Yuka were eager to come over after school the next day and start work on their chocolates. They didn’t seem too surprised at what they were having for dinner, but they were intrigued by the different type of sweets that Kagome was making.

“Who are they for?” Eri asked Kagome, picking up the yogurt and oats on the counter.

Kagome paused, trying to think up a good excuse for why she was making chocolate-free Valentine’s treats. She floundered for a moment before, exclaiming, loudly because of her excitement from coming up with an excuse, “Inuyasha is allergic to chocolate!”

Yuka crinkled her face and leaned on the counter towards Kagome. “Come again?”

“Well,” Kagome stuck a finger in the air for emphasis, “Inuyasha is allergic to chocolate, and since I’m giving everyone else some chocolates, I figured I should make something else for him!”

“You’re giving Inuyasha something for Valentine’s Day?” Eri picked up the coconut flakes, and tried to figure out how these sweets would taste.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Yuka sighed. “Kagome,” she said while she walked around the countertop to place an apathetic hand on her friend’s shoulder. “You’re hopeless.”

Kagome wanted to protest, not liking the implications her friends were giving about not giving Inuyasha something for Valentine’s Day, but she bit her tongue. No point in speaking to a brick wall, she reasoned with herself. There was no way they could ever understand her and Inuyasha’s relationship.

Kagome chose, instead to pull out all the molds her mother had, as well as the new ones they had bought the day before so they could each choose their favorite one to fill. Yuka chose a very simple heart mold, not too eager in trying to fill in a more elaborately decorate mold with colored chocolate. Eri knew she wanted a bear one, although the selection of them was vast. Kagome, for her part, picked a flower mold for her chocolates and a bunny and cat one for Shippo and Inuyasha’s ‘chocolates’.

Soon, the double boiler was out, Yuka was melting the chocolate bars while Kagome and Eri worked with their colored chocolate pens to fill in details.

They put on some music, a radio station Kagome didn’t recognize that played music Kagome didn’t know, and had a good time together.

It briefly made Kagome feel nostalgic for the time before the well opened. But remembering her friends from the Feudal Era chased that thought away. She wouldn’t trade them for the world.

Kagome’s mother peeked in every once in a while, praising their progress and their talent, but otherwise left the teenagers to their own devices.

Inuyasha had been in the courtyard, helping Grandpa move around yard ornaments and cleaning up the fallen foliage. It was brisk outside, but not too cold. Snow was predicted for the weekend, but for the time being, the ground was clean enough for Grandpa to feel confident walking around.

Inuyasha wished Grandpa didn’t feel so confident. He wanted to be inside, bothering Buyo.

Or Kagome. Either one was free game to him.

As soon as Grandpa indicated that there was a chance they were finished for the day, Inuyasha was beelining to the house, ready to find out if Kagome was home. Maybe he could negotiate for an early dinner.

Taking a moment to rub his feet on the rug by the door like Kagome had told him to, Inuyasha followed the sound of music and Kagome’s scent to the kitchen.

He saw three girls all standing in the room, busy over some odd-looking plastic things. He walked to stand directly behind Kagome and look over her shoulder at what she was doing. It smelled sweet in the room, a distinct smell he was unfamiliar with.

He rested his chin on Kagome’s shoulder for a little bit, watching her work with mild fascination. Kagome didn’t acknowledge his proximity, but the other girls noticed.

Yuka shot Eri a look of disbelief.

Eri’s wide eyes told her she felt the same.

Kagome noticed her friends staring at Inuyasha once she felt Inuyasha’s stare back at them. Her hand swung up to feel the top of Inuyasha’s head.

Sighing internally from relief when she felt the fabric of a bandana under her fingers, Kagome asked Inuyasha, “Can I help you?”

“What are you doing?” He continued to stare back at Eri and Yuka, glowering to hopefully get them to stop looking at him.

They had such accusations in their eyes… They had met him before; what was with the sudden attitude change?

Yuka was the first to snap out of it and nudged Eri to do the same.

Kagome sprinkled in some puffed rice into some of the molds. “I’m making chocolates.”

“Chocolates.”

“Yep.”

Inuyasha looked down, please the other two people had returned to their own work. “What’s that?”

Kagome paused. Inuyasha didn’t know what chocolates were. She could have just given her brother the chocolates and been done with it.

Well too late now. Inuyasha was getting some dog friendly Valentine treats whether he liked it or not.

Kagome pointed to the chocolate bars that hadn’t yet been melted. “It’s a type of sweet. They look like those, so we melt them and put them in molds. The molds give them a shape that’s cute.”

Inuyasha grunted he was listening.

“Valentine’s day is tomorrow, so girls make these chocolates to give to the special people in their lives. Friends, family, teachers…”

Eri added, “Boyfriends…”

Inuyasha looked at Eri. “Boyfriends?”

Eri nodded, still working on her molds and not looking up. “Yeah, the special boy in your life.”

Yuka did look up at Inuyasha, and waggled an eyebrow. “Or the boy you want to become your special boy.”

Inuyasha squinted his eyes in confusion at Yuka. He didn’t understand what she was saying or why she was moving her eyebrows.

Kagome, immune to just about anything at this point, cleaned up the edges of her mold with a paper towel and blew on Inuyasha’s face so he’d step back from her. She opened the fridge, ignored the red sleeved arm that snagged a yogurt of it, and put the mold to chill.

She did, however, nearly choke on air when Inuyasha asked, “So, you’ve got a boyfriend, Kagome?”

The way he said the word told Kagome he had no idea what it meant, and was trying to poke fun at her. Well, two could play that game.

“Yeah, Koga.”

Inuyasha paused in pulling off the yogurt lid. “Koga?”

Kagome opened the silverware drawer and handed him a spoon.

“Koga?” he repeated, pushing his face close to hers. “He’s your special boy?”

Kagome tried to hold in her laugh, but her entire upper body jerked from keeping it down and her face puffed up from holding back the sound. Inuyasha leaned back on his heels and took the spoon from her. He figured out she was messing with him, and wasn’t going to bother with picking the fight.

“You don’t see him enough for him to be your special friend. Besides,” Inuyasha pulled up a large spoonful of the yogurt, “he smells bad.”

Eri was too confused to not say something. “Who’s Koga? I thought you were making chocolates for Hojo.”

Kagome turned her head to look over her shoulder at her friend. Inuyasha paused at the sound of Hojo’s name.

Kagome thought for a moment, realizing what was going on. “Oh,” she pulled for any language skills, but found none. “Um, no.”

“No?” Yuka was in disbelief.

“No,” Kagome confirmed. “I wasn’t planning on making him any.”

“Why not? Are you two dating?”

Inuyasha repeated the new word. “Dating.”

Kagome, out of habit, translated for him. “Courting.”

Inuyasha glared at her. “The hell you are.”

Kagome didn’t respond to him, making a point to turn her head in defiance from him and saying to her friends, “We’re not dating.”

Eri put her hands on the counter in exasperation. “Why not?” she asked.

“I’m not into him like that. He’s a good friend, that’s all.”

Inuyasha was not about to let it go, loudly proclaiming. “You’re not dating Hojo!”

Kagome didn’t look back at him, but internally snickered at how comical his outburst was. “No, I’m not,” she agreed.

“Kagome!” Eri and Yuka cried out in unison.

Kagome pointed to the door and told Inuyasha, “You. Out. Girls only in here. Dinner’s in an hour.”

Inuyasha must have been satisfied with how the conversation went, or with the fact he had food, because he made no protest as he left to watch TV with Grandpa.

He was back quickly though, as Grandpa instructed Inuyasha to grab him a yogurt as well. Kagome stared down the intruder, who give her not even a passing glance during his quick reentry and exit from the kitchen.

The non-chocolate treats looked pretty good when all was said and done. Kagome smoothed out the top of them in the mold as best as she could. It wasn’t perfect, but Kagome knew that the boys she was giving it to probably wouldn’t even notice the candy’s appearance.

They were probably going to eat it without even looking at it. She’d be lucky to even get a thank you.

But she knew it was worth it.

It always was.

Kagome put the last of the molds in the fridge to harden during dinner. Eri and Yuka were finishing up the dishes and helping Mama cook ramen for dinner.

“While you’re in there, can you grab the fish cake and vegetables to cut up, Kagome?” her mother asked.

Kagome nodded in understanding and confirmation, opening up the crisper drawer to pull out the vegetables and the fish cake.

Kagome heard Buyo talking from the other room, shouting the way he always did at Inuyasha. He was a tolerant cat, albeit a bit of a dramatic one, so Inuyasha was still preoccupied at least. They wouldn’t have the ever inquisitive and bothersome extra pair of hands trying to speed things along.

The bowls were prepared with the broth, noodles being added in as they finished their quick cook in the rolling boil. Kagome was in charge of garnishing the bowls once the noodles were added with the meat and other toppings.

Inuyasha, smelling that dinner was close, had made an appearance, but was stealthily watching from the doorway.

Just because Kagome hadn’t yelled at him yet, didn’t mean she wouldn’t if he continued to bother her.

Kagome saw him lurking from the corner of her eye, so she put on extra meat on the bowl she was working on, omitted the nori sheet, and held the bowl out to Inuyasha.

“Here you go,” she told him.

Inuyasha took the bowl in both hands, nodding his thanks to the four chefs in the kitchen.

Mama Higurashi asked Inuyasha to come back and grab a bowl for Grandpa once he had set his down.

Inuyasha returned shortly to get the requested bowl, Souta close behind. By the time the boys had entered the kitchen, all of the portions had been separated out, so everyone sat at the table in the other room to enjoy dinner together.

Once dinner was done and the dishes cleaned and put away, the girls removed their chocolates from the molds. Yuka was pleased with how her very plain roses came out, only two of them sticking to the mold and splitting when removed. Eri’s bears were brightly decorated and cute.

Kagome’s chocolates came out decent, the flowers of different shades of pink and red. The cat and bunny mold looked a little strange, being completely pink from the strawberries.

The packaged up their treats for their various friends, writing names as fancily as they could on the small tags to go on the bags.

Kagome was far to curious to not eat one of the dog and fox safe treats and bit one in half.

Eri and Yuka watched her face as she chewed.

“I mean,” Kagome covered her mouth while she was speaking, “it isn’t chocolate, but it isn’t bad.”

Eri bit off half of the portion Kagome hadn’t eaten and gave the remainder to Yuka. The two girls chewed the sweet slowly, trying to figure out if they liked it or not.

Yuka shrugged, looking at Eri. She didn’t mind it. Eri shook her hand to indicate ‘so so’, but she swallowed it.

“Hopefully, he likes it,” Kagome mused aloud. “Or at least one of them likes it…” she muttered under her breath.

The girls departed with warm hugs and well wishes. They said they would see Kagome at school the next day, but Kagome knew better. Inuyasha would make sure she was back to shard hunting first thing in the morning.

If she was lucky, Buyo would be enough of a distraction that she could sleep in for a little bit, though.

The next morning, Kagome woke to Inuyasha crouched next to bed, poking her in the face repeatedly.

“Wake up.”

“Inuyasha, let me sleep.”

“Your mom made hot cakes. Got to eat them while they’re hot.”

“Eat my share.”

Inuyasha stood up. “You asked for it.”

Kagome shook a hand at him while he left her room. She’d eat cereal or something.

Kagome bumbled down the stairs, still in her pajamas about a half an hour later. Souta had already gone to school for the day, and Grandpa and Inuyasha were watching the morning news. Mama Higurashi was in the kitchen, putting dishes away.

“Good morning!” she beamed at her daughter. “Did you sleep well?”

“Well enough. Inuyasha woke me up.”

Mama Higurashi nodded. “He was very concerned you wouldn’t eat breakfast.”

“Did he save me any?”

Mama smiled to herself before giving her daughter a sheepish look. “Do you want me to make you some?”

Kagome laughed, shaking her head no. “I’ll just have cereal. I did tell him to eat my share.”

Mama chuckled a little bit, before moving out into the laundry room to start her next household chore.

Kagome poured herself some cereal for breakfast, taking it into the same room as Inuyasha and her grandfather to eat it. She tucked her knees by her chest and balanced the bowl on top of them, watching the morning news with little interest.

When she was finished and had cleaned up her dishes, she began to walk upstairs to get ready to go. Inuyasha followed her into her bedroom, squawking loudly enough to give Buyo a run for his money when he was chased out so Kagome could get dressed.

Less than an hour later, they were hopping down the well, Inuyasha carrying her large yellow backpack on his shoulders. Mama had given them both a hug and a kiss goodbye, waving at them when they descended.

Kagome pulled out her Valentine chocolates when they arrived at Kaede’s hut. Miroku, Sango, and Kaede were pleased with their chocolate flowers, complimenting Kagome on her hard work and impressive skills.

Kagome opted to not tell them it wasn’t that hard, taking the praise warmly and with a big smile.

Shippo was also excited to receive a treat from Kagome, eagerly putting one in his mouth and announcing it was delicious.

Inuyasha had watched her with a cautious stare, as if he didn’t want to get his hopes up that he would get a bag as well. Kagome plopped his Valentine bag in his lap unceremoniously, fighting the blush that crossed her features when she did.

If anyone noticed her sudden color, no one commented.

Inuyasha tucked the sweets into his sleeves, looking around the hut to have anything but Kagome to focus on.

If anyone noticed how Inuyasha was trying to play off the interaction, no one commented on that either.

They could have headed out that day, but enough sighs and groans from Kaede about there being just ‘so much work to do’ was enough to get Inuyasha to do chores for Kaede for the day and not rally them up to head out.

Miroku told Kagome privately he was thankful for another day of rest. Kagome whole heartily agreed.

As evening fell, the last of the Valentine’s chocolates were eaten after dinner, and more nods and whispers of thanks were given to Kagome.

“I’m just happy you guys like them!” Kagome smiled at her friends. In the back of her mind, a little voice nagged her that Inuyasha hadn’t eaten his yet.

Kagome stepped outside to get a little fresh air before bed. She was also hoping to see Inuyasha outside, since he wasn’t in the hut with them, to ask him if he had eaten the chocolates. As she moved to sit on the little log bench Kaede kept just outside her house, Inuyasha materialized and sat next to her. He pulled the bag of treats out of sleeves.

“Special boy, huh?” Inuyasha repeated what he had learned the day before. Apparently, he had made some mental connections since then.

Kagome leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying his warmth. “Yeah, special boy.”

“Am I your special boy or do you want me to be your special boy?”

Kagome thought about what he was saying for a few moments. “Both.”

Inuyasha nodded, finally taking a piece of dog friendly chocolate and chewing it slowly. “Tastes good,” he told her.

“I’m glad,” she responded. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Inuyasha.”

“Happy bale twine day to you too.”

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10 Hidden Details in Zootopia You Probably Missed | ScreenRant

Zootopia was Disney's Oscar-winning, feel-good flick of 2016. Judy Hopps and Nick Wilde didn't waste any time climbing to the ranks of Disney royalty, having found a home in the hearts of every Disney fan. Since 2016, this film has without a doubt been viewed over and over by its army of fans, ourselves included.

RELATED: 10 Most Underrated Disney Animated Features

That being said, as much as we've watched this jewel of a film, we can't deny we didn't catch all of its Disney Easter eggs and winks to the audience the first time. Zootopia is not immune from the little surprises so favored by Disney animators. Here are ten of those little secrets and surprises from the film you probably missed.

10 Trained Fur-fessional

A staple of any good buddy-cop movie is the training montage set to a pop/rock soundtrack, and Judy's is no exception. Though her gauntlet run is more visual-gag-heavy than some others, it does serve a bigger purpose than one might think. We actually do see Judy apply all her routines later in the film.

From scaling a car like an ice wall to escaping an enclosure via a toilet, we see Judy use all of her moves from the training montage at some point during the movie. She tackles thousand-foot falls, slippery walls, and enormous criminals all before the credits roll. She was obviously in control at all times, which is why she's so good at her job.

9 Familiar Forest Spirit

Disney artists love to sneak little winks and nods to their other films throughout their movies, but what about sneaking a hint at another studio? It's no secret that Disney director and animator John Lasseter was tight with the head of Studio Ghibli, Hiyo Miyazaki. We're betting even the sharpest didn't pick up on this rather obvious Easter egg, though.

RELATED: 10 Best Miyazaki Films Of All Time

If you look at the train station Judy departs for in the Bunny Burrows, you'll notice a pair of large, familiar eyes and a wide, toothy mouth on the side of the building. This figure is very reminiscent of Miyazaki's Totoro, the mascot of the Ghibli company and star of My Neighbor Totoro. Perhaps Zootopia has some anime influence?

8 Frozen in Tundra Town

Directors Byron Howard and Rich Moore were responsible for bringing us the wonderful world of Zootopia, but they also created the kingdom of Arendelle. As the creators of Disney's most popular and profitable princess property, it's no surprise that they added more than a few nods to Frozen into the mix in Zootopia.

From Alan Tudyk's Duke Weaselton to Chief Bogo delivering the best one-liner in Disney history, there are several nods to the famous film, but there's one you'd have to pause the flick to catch. As Judy's train cruises through Tundra Town, you can see two little elephants in Anna and Elsa costumes walking with their mother. Guess the film's popularity transcends even Disney movies?

7 A Living Hidden Mickey?

Is it legal to put a Hidden Mickey on the flesh/fur of a living character? We don't know, but we do know where you can -spot- a Hidden Mickey you might have to watch twice for. Keep your eyes peeled next time you walk into the ZPD.

RELATED: 10 Zootopia Jokes Disney Fans Missed

Clawhauser, our favorite cheetah cop, has a lot more going on than just a crush on a certain pronged pop star. If you look closely at the spots on one of his cheeks, you can see a Hidden Mickey formed by three of them. Gotta give the film-makers credit for creativity on this one.

6 Perfectly Legal

We can't leave this list without talking about our favorite hustler, Nick Wilde. Aside from the whole tax-evasion deal, does Nick do anything illegal in his shifty popsicle routine? His materials are paid in full, nobody gets hurt during the process, and he sells a safe and delicious product. What's the issue?

If he were to take that Jumbo Pop and break it into more easily-consumable pieces, that would be the logical thing to do. What's the harm in putting a measly $2 price tag on it? Not exactly an Easter egg, but it is something we didn't catch upon our first viewing.

5 He Left the Washtub at Home

This is one Easter egg that only viewers of a certain age might catch, but it still made it through our sensors. One of the fourteen missing mammal cases on Bogo's desk is Emmet Otter, a florist who works for Mr. Big. Think back to that name, Emmet Otterton. Why does that sound so familiar?

RELATED: 10 Of The Most Iconic Jim Henson Muppets, Ranked

Emmet Otterton is a direct reference to the Jim Henson character Emmet Otter, most notably from Emmet Otter's Jugband Christmas. Since Disney works so well with the Muppets, it only makes sense to throw them a little wink in an animated film once in a while. Perhaps they both play the washtub bass?

4 Mickey Merch on the Move

We have not one but two Hidden Mickeys on the list. Where Clawhauser's Mickey spots can easily be seen upon closer inspection, this next one is perhaps even harder to spot. Just before Judy encounters Nick and Finnick on the sidewalk, a Mickey can be seen briefly, but not where you'd expect.

When the pair of foxes pass a mother hippo and her child, a full-bodied plush of Mickey can be seen in the pouch of the mother's stroller. A Mickey head is a treat, but a full-bodied appearance is even rarer!

3 Hunter and the Hunted

This is one of those hidden details that not only hit us hard after a rewatching but made us rethink a character's entire motives. Nick Wilde is one of the most loveable characters with the most heart-wrenching of backstories. Nobody likes dealing with bullies at any point in life, but Nick's bullies have a common denominator that one might miss upon first viewing.

Nick's tormentors are all prey animals. Even in his monologue, he mentions being the only predator in the ranger scouts. That totally shifts our view of the predator vs. prey conflicts. Even before knowing a bunny can go savage, we see that even creatures like a zebra, groundhog, and colt can be just as cruel.

2 Early Villain Reveal

Recent Disney films, Zootopia included, have had the habit of hiding their villains in plain sight. Though her reveal is unexpected for some, those who pay attention to the story get a hint at who's really pulling the strings in the anti-predator plot. It all starts when they move Clawhauser from the front desk to records... down by the boiler.

Where have we seen an office in a boiler room before? When we get our assistance interaction with Bellwether, we are shown her office is actually in the boiler room instead of a proper setting. Once Clawhauser is moved, it's not hard to put two and two together.

1 Judy and the Don

We love seeing Officer Hopps use her wits and kind nature to get out of a scrap, but we tend to forget that during her time in Zootopia, she earned the favor of a very powerful ally. How do you think it would look to the ZPD if one of their star officers had connections with the mob?

With his Don Vito persona and Brando vibes, it can be said Mr. Big is one of the biggest players in the Tundra Town mafia. Sure, he becomes a friend to both Judy and Nick by the end of the film, but Judy wouldn't have garnered the info from Weasleton if not for his intervention. Probably shouldn't tell Bogo about this one.

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source https://screenrant.com/zootopia-disney-hidden-secrets-easter-eggs/

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𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟷 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄. NAME : Sizhui Lan EYE COLOR : pale HAIR STYLE / COLOR : black and worn with bangs HEIGHT : 5' 7" CLOTHING STYLE : likes Jeans and dark shirts , wore a hanafu for picture day. Tends to dress well. Likes boots as opposed to sneakers when not on the track. His general day to day wear is long sleeves and jeans or band t-shirts.

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE : his smile.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟸 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄. FEARS : spiders & the boiler room GUILTY PLEASURE : Ramen at 4am while he's reading through his school books. BIGGEST PET PEEVE : bullies AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE : He wants to be a doctor

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟹 : 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP : ❝ Time to check the news to make sure the school is still there ❞ WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST : Various Projects he's working on. WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED : Hoping his brain will shut down rather than keeping him up half the night. WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS : His kind nature

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟺 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑? SINGLE OR GROUP DATES : Dating ? He likes group DND ? TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED : Why not both BEAUTY OR BRAINS : Again why not both ? DOGS OR CATS : Cats ( his father is afraid of dogs )

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟻 : 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘… LIE : No. He feels it belittles a friendship when you lie to someone. BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES : Yes. He was raised to be upstanding. BELIEVE IN LOVE : Absolutely WANT SOMEONE : Eventually....

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟼 : 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑… BEEN ON STAGE : Yes, he's been doing debate club forever CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN : No he doesn't get the concept.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟽 : 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒. FAVORITE COLOR : blues, whites and black FAVORITE ANIMAL : bunnies and cats FAVORITE BOOK : The Art of War FAVORITE GAME : Pokémon & Dungeons & Dragons.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟾 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄. DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE : January 12 HOW OLD WILL THEY BE : 18

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 𝟶𝟶𝟿 : 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. I LOVE : knowledge I FEEL : concerned I HIDE : my fears I MISS : Home. I WISH : to help as much as possible.

#about #dashgames #Stranger Things Verse

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lifeatthebottomofthesea · 4 months ago

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I'm team Liv for this, both cause I think the win does more for her than Nia and also cause she's my favorite bunny boiler.

#wwe crown jewel #liv morgan #nia jax #my second favorite is Finn

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robbyrobinson · 7 years ago

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So, Valentine's Day. A day for love and chocolate. A perfect day to discuss yanderes. A yandere is a Japanese stock character which discusses a character who would normally appear loving and affectionate, but they would often take their affection for the person they're attracted to to some brutal and/or devastating lengths. It also goes without saying that while this term is usually applied to females, there are some rare occurrences in which a male can become one. With that being said, let's begin:

My Favorite Yanderes

Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club): As of the beginning of this year, one of my favorite games has been Doki Doki Literature Club! In DDLC, you play as a character who was a childhood friend of a young girl named Sayori. One day, she decides to invite you to join the Literature Club which consists of Sayori (as the vice president), Natsuki, Yuri, and Monika. The game seems to be all lighthearted and fun where your objective is to woo the heart of one of the girls. However, things take a dark turn when at the end of Act I, you learn that each girl has a deep, dark secret. Sayori puts on a facade of happiness in order to build others up when in actuality, she is clinically depressed. Yuri begins to become more and more psychotic, and she is aware of that, but she cannot do anything about it, and Natsuki is abrasive with the heavy implication that she has an abusive dad who hardly feeds her or let alone takes care of her. But that doesn't beat the icing of the cake. That would be Monika. You see, she is the only girl who doesn't have a route with the player despite her popularity, beauty, and her position as the class president. And so, she sets out to do something about that. What makes Monika horrifying is how she is aware that she is a fictional character in a video game, and so she tries to make her advances on you as in not the character you play as, but you the player. She knows when you're playing the game, she knows when you're off it, she even has access to files on your computer. But that doesn't beat what she had done to the girls. As I have stated, each girl has a different character flaw, but because of Monika's tampering with their character files, each girls' negative traits are amplified all so they would be unappealing to you. And if that's not enough, she outright deletes the girls from the game, and rewrites it so that she could be alone with you in the Literature Club room as you both seemingly float in space. As for you, she could care less on whether you're a boy or girl: she doesn't love you, but she loves what you represent. As a character who knows that the world they live in is fictional, she tries to cling onto you because to her, you're the only real thing she can try to form a relationship with. Despite her monstrous actions, if you delete Monika's character file, she realizes how horrible she had been acting, and she erases the entire game. It also turns out that she didn't have the heart to permanently delete the other girls, and she can bring them back. However, once she is out of the game, Sayori takes her place as the class president, and she now realizes the reality of her world. Overall, Monika is a really interesting character from a game that I didn't think much of. The game shows you how depression functions and hoaw each of these girls could be seen as rejects of society who can only express their desires by writing them. But hey, it's just Monika. Just Monika. Just Monika. JUST MONIKA. J U S T M O N I K A. J U S T M O N I K A....

Judge Claude Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame): As I have said: there are some instances where yanderes can be men. In this adaptation of Victor Hugo's famous novel, Frollo is the self-proclaimed Minister of Justice out to exterminate the Gypsy race. With Frollo, he is undoubtedly one of the more complex of the Disney Villains. Unlike other Disney Villains who know that they're evil and revel in it, Frollo legitimately thinks that he is a good person, seeing himself as being so much purer than the common, vulgar, weak licentious crowd while committing actions that are horrible whether it be genocide, murdering a mother and nearly drowning her baby boy, raising said baby and mentally abusing him for twenty years, and trying to burn Paris to the ground all for a woman who is a member of the race that he despises. Oh, yes; he tries to burn Paris to the ground all because of his obsession with Esmeralda. In addition, Frollo has an awesome song called "Hellfire" which he sings about how Esmeralda is driving him to sin and that unless she be his and his alone, he would kill her. The song is up there with "Be Prepared" from The Lion King as being one of my favorite villain songs, though the subject matter behind the song is unnerving and maybe too adult for Disney. In fact, if it wasn't for the insistence of the writers to keep the song, this amazing song most likely wouldn't have made the cut. And when Frollo catches Esmeralda and sentences her to be burned at the stake, he tries to give her one last chance which she refuses.

Yuno Gasai (Future Diary): Yes. The Yandere Queen herself. What's there to be said for her? The fact that she is obsessed with Yukiteru Amano to the point that she commits murders in order to protect him? Or that one time where she orchestrates a plan which leads to his friends getting killed. The only reason as to why she isn't number one is because it'd be too easy.

Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi: When They Cry): Higurashi No Naku Koro Ni was one of my favorite animes. The show revolves around a boy named Keiichi Maebara who moves into a small village known as Hinamizawa. Things seem all find and dandy, until he becomes suspicious of his friends. He learns that every year on the Cotton Drifting Festival, one person gets murdered whilst another person goes missing. And then it seems that the characters are reliving events over and over again even if they were to die horribly one day and everything resets. Think of it as Groundhog Day but written by a horror writer. The resident yandere in this show is named Shion. Shion is the twin sister of Mion Sonozaki, the Sonozaki family being one of the more noted families of the village. Shion ends up meeting a boy named Satoshi Houjo. Now, the issue being that the Houjo family were supporters of a Dam project...basically where Hinamizawa itself would be flooded. As such Satoshi and his little sister Satoko are distrusted by the community. Eventually, Satoshi seemingly disappers, and Shion takes it upon herself to look after his sister. However, she kind of goes off the deep end by killing her grandparents, imprisoning her twin sister, and stabbing Satoko to death while she is on a cross. Yeah, the Sonozaki family has a torture room. Shion is really one of the main reasons as to why this series was notorious for its horror elements, but she also has her reasons for what she does such as being mistreated by her family, and being forced to have three of her finger nails ripped off by a torture device. That, and she actually is under the influence of a disease known as the Hinamizawa Syndrome which gives its victims paranoia, insanity, and often leads to them acting out extremely through murder, or by committing suicide by clawing their throats out. And you could say that she gets better at the end, so there's that.

Yandere Chan (Yandere Simulator): This one is more based on the yandere character type. Yandere Chan couldn't feel any emotions until she laid her eyes on Senpai, so now she has to keep others from between her and Senpai so that she could get Senpai to notice her. I don't know if this game is finished yet which is why I was initially going to keep her off the list, but it wouldn't feel complete without a slight mention of her.

Akane Hiyama (Love Tyrant): this one is from an anime I watched last year. In it, the show revolves around a young ,man named Seiji Aino who finds himself looped into circumstances between him and a cupid named Guri. As a cupid, Guri must write names into a book known as a Kiss Note (ha). Anyone's names who are written into it are automatically bonded for life. Akane is a girl that Seiji has feelings for, but he was unable to figure out how to tell her. So Guri suggests that he go kiss her. But then Akane comes to the conclusion that Seiji and Guri were dating, and produces two knives with the clear intention of killing them both. She goes onto explain that she knew how Seiji felt about her, but was heartbroken because he never told. Despite Aino's apology, Akane still tries to murder him, but this ends with her accidentally kissing Seiji. And the two get their names written in the Kiss Note...only for Guri to write her name into it as well. This leads to Akane stabbing Aino repeatedly with the knives, but it's revealed that because Guri is included in the relationship, the two are immortal. It still hurts, though.

Helga Pataki (Hey Arnold): Really more of a mixture with this and Tsundere, but Helga does have her moments. For one, there's the shrine that she made of Arnold which is borderline disturbing. She writes poems about Arnold, she actually tries to sabotage most of his attempts at going further with his crushes namely Ruth and Lila, and if the Jungle Movie is any indication, she had secretly recorded nearly all of Arnold's best moments which raises questions now that I think of it.

Alex Forrest (Fatal Attraction): Two words: "bunny-boiler."

Annie Wilkes (Misery): One of the better adaptations of a Stephen King book. While initially seeming to be friendly, Annie is actually a psychotic woman who keeps Paul hostage after finding out he was intending to kill off her favorite character. To that end, she forces him to revise the ending, murders a sheriff when he arrived to the cottage, and in the most messed up scene of the movie, Annie breaks both of Paul's legs to keep him from leaving. At least that's relatively better than what she did in the movie.

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amatchgirl · 5 years ago

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Bunny Sugar Cookies

Adorable, festive, and colorful, these bunny sugar cookies are inspired by everyone’s favorite marshmallow Easter candy. A list of simple tools and plenty of icing options included!

Inspired by Easter’s cutest marshmallows, these bunny sugar cookies will undoubtedly bring some colorful cheer to your kitchens. Remember when I asked what baking means to you? Many of you, myself included, said that baking is a therapeutic release– especially getting creative and decorating cakes, cookies, and cupcakes. So while we’re making an adorable Easter treat, we’re simultaneously soothing our souls. Thanks, bunny cookies.

These PEEPS Inspired Bunny Sugar Cookies Are:

the cutest cookies around

a fun, kid-friendly Easter project

super simple to decorate

made from my soft sugar cookies

easy to freeze

The One and Only Cut-Out Sugar Cookie Recipe

Sugar cookie success is in your near future. I use and depend on one single recipe for all of my cookie cutter sugar cookies. If you haven’t tried my sugar cookies yet, you’re in for a real treat. Loved by many, these sugar cookies are soft and thick with an irresistible buttery vanilla flavor. They hold their shape and have a flat surface for decorating.

The dough comes together with only a handful of basic ingredients. After that, roll the dough out and chill the rolled out sections of dough. Cut the chilled dough into shapes and bake.

You could also use my chocolate sugar cookies as the base!

The Trick is the Order of Steps

Notice how I roll out the dough BEFORE chilling it in the refrigerator? That’s the trick. To prevent the cookies from over-spreading, the cookie dough must be refrigerated. Roll the dough out right after you prepare it, then chill it. (At this point the dough is too soft to cut into shapes.) Don’t chill the cookie dough and then try to roll it out because it will be too cold to work with. I divide the dough in half before rolling it out and highly recommend you do the same. Smaller sections of dough are much more manageable.

Another trick! Roll out the cookie dough directly on a silicone baking mat or parchment paper so you can easily transfer it to the refrigerator. Pick it up, put it on a baking sheet, and place it in the refrigerator. If you don’t have enough room for two baking sheets in your refrigerator, stack the pieces of rolled out dough on top of each other.

Video Tutorial

I’m making and decorating heart-shaped sugar cookies in this video, but the cookie recipe and process is the same!

3 Icing Options

Without any intricate designs, decorating these bunnies is a breeze. You have 3 icing options depending on your skill level and ingredients available. All we’re doing is applying 1 layer of white icing, topping with sanding sugar sprinkles, and adding tiny dots of melted chocolate for the eyes and nose.

Royal Icing: Royal icing is the gold standard for decorating sugar cookies. My recipe is fairly simple, easy to work with, tastes sweet, and isn’t cement-hard.

Easy Glaze Icing: You can find my easy glaze icing recipe paired with my Christmas sugar cookies. It’s easier to make than royal icing. However, it’s thinner and doesn’t provide the same sharp detail. It also takes a good 24 hours to dry.

Vanilla Buttercream: A half batch of my vanilla buttercream is plenty to decorate today’s batch of bunny sugar cookies. It doesn’t completely dry, so stacking the decorated cookies isn’t ideal.

I used my royal icing on the pictured cookies. The taste reminds me of marshmallows, so it’s perfect for these PEEPS inspired bunny sugar cookies!

What You Need for Bunny Sugar Cookies

There are many options if you can’t shop online or get to the store. Some of the following links are affiliate links.

Handheld or Stand Mixer

Rolling Pin

Bunny Cookie Cutters – Here are the exact cookie cutters I used for these photos. I used the small and medium sizes. You can use any bunny cutter cutters you have. I also love these and these for Easter! If you can’t get bunny cookie cutters, use any shape you have. While your cookies won’t be bunnies, you can still use icing and sanding sugar.

Sanding Sugar Sprinkles – These are sold in most grocery stores in the baking aisle. You can also order them online. I like Wilton or CK Products brands. Any sprinkles are fun, but the sanding sugar sprinkles help the cookies resemble PEEPS.

If you’re decorating with royal icing, you need: Piping bags (reusable or disposable), Wilton round piping tip #3 for the icing, and Wilton round piping tip #1 for the chocolate eyes and nose. You can also skip the piping bags and tips and dip the tops of the cookies into the royal icing. This is what I do for my animal cracker cookies.

If you’re decorating with my easy glaze icing, you need: A squeeze bottle. This works wonderfully to apply the glaze icing. It’s a little too large for the chocolate eyes and nose, so you can skip the face or use the piping tip listed above.

If you’re decorating with vanilla buttercream, you need: A knife or small icing spatula. So simple.

And, of course, baking sheets and parchment paper. (Or silicone baking mats.) I always use my Nordic Ware or USA Pan half baking sheets for cookies.

Feel free to skip the chocolate eyes and nose. You need a piping bag and super tiny piping tip, linked above. Make sure the chocolate isn’t too warm or it could melt the piping bag (if yours is plastic). They’re adorable even without a little face!

You’ll also enjoy my Easter egg sugar cookies or even my buttercream egg candies. Hop on over to my Easter recipes section if you need more festive ideas.

Description

Using my tried and true sugar cookies recipe, these adorably festive bunny sugar cookies resemble everyone’s favorite Easter marshmallow candies. Watch the video tutorial above and read through the recipe before beginning.

Ingredients

2 and 1/4 cups (281g) all-purpose flour (spoon & leveled)

1/2 teaspoon baking powder

1/4 teaspoon salt

3/4 cup (170g) unsalted butter, softened to room temperature

3/4 cup (150g) granulated sugar

1 large egg, at room temperature

2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

1/2 teaspoon almond extract (optional)*

For Decorating

your choice of icing (see recipe notes)

sanding sugar sprinkles

2 ounces (55g) semi-sweet chocolate, finely chopped*

Instructions

Whisk the flour, baking powder, and salt together in a medium bowl. Set aside.

In a large bowl using a hand mixer or a stand mixer fitted with a paddle attachment, beat the butter and sugar together on high speed until completely smooth and creamy, about 2 minutes. Add the egg, vanilla, and almond extract (if using) and beat on high speed until combined, about 1 minute. Scrape down the sides and up the bottom of the bowl and beat again as needed to combine.

Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix on low until combined. Dough will be relatively soft. If the dough seems too soft and sticky for rolling, add 1 Tablespoon more flour. If the dough seems crumbly, keep mixing it. It will eventually come together.

Divide the dough into 2 equal parts. Place each portion onto a piece of lightly floured parchment paper or a lightly floured silicone baking mat. With a lightly floured rolling pin, roll the dough out to about 1/4-inch thickness. The rolled-out dough can be any shape, as long as it is evenly 1/4-inch thick.

Lightly dust one of the rolled-out doughs with flour. Place a piece of parchment on top. (This prevents sticking.) Place the 2nd rolled-out dough on top. Cover with plastic wrap or aluminum foil, then refrigerate for at least 1-2 hours and up to 2 days.

Once chilled, preheat oven to 350°F (177°C). Line 2-3 large baking sheets with parchment paper or silicone baking mats. Carefully remove the top dough piece from the refrigerator. If it’s sticking to the bottom, run your hand under it to help remove it– see me do this in the video above. Using a bunny cookie cutter, cut the dough into shapes. Re-roll the remaining dough and continue cutting until all is used. Repeat with 2nd piece of dough.

Arrange cookies on baking sheets 3 inches apart. Bake for 11-12 minutes or until very lightly browned around the edges. If your oven has hot spots, rotate the baking sheet halfway through bake time. Allow cookies to cool on the baking sheet for 5 minutes then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely before decorating.

Decorate the cooled cookies with royal icing, easy glaze icing, or a half batch of vanilla buttercream. See post above for recommended decorating tools. Sprinkle the wet icing/buttercream with sanding sugar sprinkles. (I usually do this over a plate so I can reuse any sprinkles that fall off.) Don’t go too heavy on the sprinkles because you’ll have a hard time piping on the chocolate eyes and nose. Allow icing to set completely. No need to cover the decorated cookies as you wait for the icing to set. If it’s helpful, decorate the cookies directly on a baking sheet so you can stick the entire baking sheet in the refrigerator to help speed up the icing setting.

For the optional chocolate bunny faces: Melt the chopped chocolate in a double boiler or the microwave. If using the microwave: place the chocolate in a medium heat-proof bowl. Melt in 20 second increments in the microwave, stirring after each increment until completely melted and smooth. Let the warm chocolate cool for 5-10 minutes. Spoon chocolate into a piping bag fitted with the small Wilton round piping tip #1. Carefully pipe 3 tiny dots to form the bunny eyes and nose. Enjoy right away or wait for the chocolate to set.

Plain or decorated cookies stay soft for about 5 days when covered tightly at room temperature. For longer storage, cover and refrigerate for up to 10 days.

Notes

Freezing Instructions: Plain or decorated sugar cookies freeze well up to 3 months. Wait for the icing to set completely before layering between sheets of parchment paper in a freezer-friendly container. You can freeze buttercream topped sugar cookies, but I don’t recommend layering them since the frosting doesn’t completely set. To thaw the cookies, thaw in the refrigerator or at room temperature. You can also freeze the cookie dough for up to 3 months before rolling it out. Prepare the dough through step 3, divide in half, flatten both halves into a disk as we do with pie crust, wrap each in plastic wrap, then freeze. To thaw, thaw the disks in the refrigerator, then bring to room temperature for about 1 hour. Roll out the dough as directed in step 4, then chill rolled out dough in the refrigerator for 45 minutes – 1 hour before cutting into shapes and baking.

Room Temperature: Room temperature butter is essential and room temperature egg is preferred so it’s quickly and evenly mixed into the cookie dough.

Flavors: I love flavoring this cookie dough with 1/2 teaspoon almond extract as listed in the ingredients above. For lighter flavor, use 1/4 teaspoon. Instead of the almond extract, try using 1 teaspoon of maple extract, coconut extract, lemon extract, or peppermint extract. Or add 1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice or ground cinnamon. Along with lemon extract, you can also add 1 Tablespoon lemon zest.

Icing: Depending on your skill level or ingredients available (or time you have!), you can use my full royal icing recipe or my full easy glaze icing recipe to decorate these cookies. You can also use a half batch of my vanilla buttercream. See post above to read about the differences.

Chocolate Eyes & Nose: Adding the little bunny faces is optional. You need 2 ounces of “baking chocolate” bars found in the baking aisle. They’re sold in 4 ounce bars, so you will use half. I prefer Bakers or Ghirardelli brands. You can also use and melt candy melts, chocolate dipping wafers, or chocolate chips. If using chocolate chips, melt them down with 1 teaspoon of vegetable oil to smooth them out.

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roseisread · 7 years ago

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VINYL VIBES: Blossom Dearie Sings Rootin’ Songs

Cold weather is great for digging through the crates of vinyl that have been acquired over the last few months and giving those records a proper, dedicated listen. So today, I bring you a random selection from my collection: Blossom Dearie Sings Rootin’ Songs, which was recorded in 1963 in a partnership with Hires Root Beer.

For the uninitiated, Blossom Dearie was a jazz singer and pianist with a distinctively sweet, breezy vocal style that evoked a youthful innocence and playful spirit. A modern comparison might be made to Zooey Deschanel’s vocal delivery in She & Him, although personally I think Blossom did it better. If you’ve only heard one Dearie song, it’s probably “A Doodlin’ Song” which has been used in a few commercials. However, she’s much more than a novelty act, and her final recording before she died was dedicated to 9/11 victims and survivors, titled “It’s Alright To Be Afraid.” My personal favorite Blossom Dearie tune is in my top ten songs of all time, “I Like You, You’re Nice,” which would have fit nicely on the soundtrack of Richard Linklater’s Before Sunset. So on to the album at hand. Up to this point, Blossom Dearie had recorded exclusively for Verve, a jazz label, and was known primarily as a jazz singer. This album saw her crossing over into the pop realm, and covering the big hits of the day. It’s very up tempo and one could imagine hearing it in the background of a Mad Men episode. Just the opening bossa nova shuffle of “Days of Wine and Roses” makes me want to summon the nearest bartender to whip me up Tom Collins or San Martin. Track 2, “I Left My Heart in San Francisco,” was ten years old by the time Blossom got around to recording her version, but it had been a hit the year before thanks to one Mr. Tony Bennett. It’s hard to touch Tony’s signature song, but I do love the subtle vibrato and unique phrasing of Blossom’s take. Unfortunately for both Tony and Blossom, a human can never equal the wonders of a parrot named Pancho, who recorded his own version of this song and forever established that it belongs to him. I strongly urge you to give Pancho’s version a listen, because it will change your life. And yes, I do own his version on vinyl. I wasn’t familiar with “I Wanna Be Around” before I gave this a spin, but I dig its shade-throwing vengeance vibes. “I wanna be around... when she breaks your heart to bits; that’s when I’ll discover that revenge is sweet when I sit there applaudin’ from a front row seat,” sings Blossom. Turns out this song was penned by a hairstylist from Ohio who sent it to Johnny Mercer and he retooled it for the likes of Tony Bennett and Brenda Lee. It apparently has an eternal appeal, as evidenced by Michael Buble including it on his latest album. Next up we have “The Sweetest Sounds,” from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella. It occurs to me that Blossom Dearie would’ve been an adorable Cinderella, though I don’t know if she ever tried her hand at acting. Blossom infuses a real melancholy to her version of “The Good Life,” another Tony Bennett tune, with lines like “The good life lets you hide all the sadness you feel/You won’t really fall in love for you can’t take the chance.” The way she sings it, you can’t help but wonder if this song holds personal meaning for her. I adore “Lazy Hazy Days of Summer” no matter who sings it. I’m personally partial to Nat King Cole’s rendition, which came out the same year as this album. Blossom gives it a lot of pep, and the imagery of a summer picnic with beer and bikinis really comes to life as you hear her voice cascading along over a lively piano accompaniment. Side A summation: A fun throwback to the early 60s, with a tinge of Blossom’s dark side coming through on a couple tracks. As we flip the record over, Side B starts with another bossa nova track, “Desafinado.” This tune mourns a love that has turned lukewarm, but holds out hope that there could be a chance for recovery yet. “We used to harmonize, two souls in perfect time/Now the song is different and the words don't even rhyme,” goes one of the saddest lines. For me, the musical accompaniment doesn’t quite match up to the mood of the lyrics; but I’d love to hear a version with just Blossom and her piano as she muses about this mellowing romance. The Stan Getz/Antonio Carlos Jobim version is probably the most famous, but I love Ella Fitzgerald’s take on it. “Our Day Will Come” was originally by Ruby & the Romantics, and if the title sounds familiar, Amy Winehouse recorded it as well (although her version wasn’t released til after she passed away--it’s an outtake from the Frank sessions, and ended up on her Lioness collection). There’s a little too much flute in this version for my liking... but I do love the sweetness and teenage lovestruck feeling of the lyrics, which Blossom translates very well with her vocals.

Blossom’s version of Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me To the Moon” is so unlike the original that I didn’t recognize it til the chorus. It’s slowed down and intimate, with the kind of yearning not even Ol’ Blue Eyes could capture. Here, it almost sounds like a torch ballad to an unrequited love. I’d say this is the highlight of the entire album, and if I were making a movie about forbidden love, I’d find a way to include this tune. Next up we have “I’ve Got Your Number,” a swinging tune that Tony Bennett also recorded (this could be a Bennett tribute album, as it turns out), which calls out a love interest in a knowing way with a bit of sass. “You ain’t no Eagle Scout,” she sings. “You brag a lot, but you’re unsure a lot, like me.” The sing-songy style of this tune reminds me of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen″ from The Sound of Music, which of course means I’m a fan. I can’t seem to find Blossom’s version on YouTube, but you should definitely give a listen to this awesome cover by Jill Sobule. The introspective, existential sadness of “What Kind of Fool Am I” could end up sounding cheesy and overwrought in the wrong hands, but Blossom keeps it real and raw as she sings lines like, “A lonely cell in which an empty heart must dwell“--I mean, this line on its own is akin to Winona Ryder’s proclamation in Beetlejuice that her “whole life is a dark room, a big, dark room.” And yet, Blossom brings depth and tenderness to this self-loathing ballad. Unfortunately this track is not available online, but for a very different yet equally gorgeous cover, be sure to look up Filipino singer Regine Velasquez. The album closes with “He Loves Me,” a track that rivals “I Will Possess Your Heart” and “Every Breath You Take” for Best Stalker Song. I mean, Mel from Flight of the Conchords should have this as her theme song. Just check out some of these lines: “He loves me/True he doesn’t show it--how could he when he doesn’t know it” and “My teeth ache from the urge to touch him... it won’t be long now before my love discovers that he and I are lovers/Imagine how surprised he’s bound to be!” All the stalker vibes aside, I actually really love this song and Blossom sings it in such a non-creepy way that I’m willing to accept she is just in love and hoping her secret lover will realize how adorable she is any minute now. Also, this song just happens to originate from the Broadway musical of the same name, and that musical has its roots in the same source material that beget one of my favorite films, The Shop Around the Corner (as well as its modern-day counterpart You’ve Got Mail. So I think in that context, it’s actually a sweet sentiment rather than a bunny boiler. Side B summation: A couple duds but overall a more interesting and varied collection of tunes than side A, delving into some more psychologically fragile territory. So there you have it! Thanks to Hires Root Beer for making this album happen, and thanks to the Discogs Record Fair for helping me get my happy little hands on it at a bargain price. What have you been listening to lately? Leave me a note with your recommendations.

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soulvomit · 5 years ago

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Case in point re: our same-gender socializing forces sometimes being more intense than opposite-gender ones:

There was a lot of discourse, in my youth, around the differences in socialization between men and women and the heterosexual necessity of accommodating the opposite sex to some degree if one wanted to have any kind of success with them in the world as it was.

(Disclaimer: yes this is heteronormative cisnormative stuff, because I'm talking about heteronormativity to begin with.)

Also, I'm not talking about the most obvious top down hierarchical demands with which we're already familiar.

I'm talking about differences in what averagely socialized, modern men and women consider *considerate behavior* or desired interactional behaviors, and how our behaviors and personalities may be unconsciously shaped by our interactions with average people of the opposite sex. (And the more hetero history you have, the more you're probably shaped this way.)

There's a point where in any opposite-sex relationship in mainstream heteronormative culture, where it's kind of an unspoken assumption that you have to accommodate to the norms the opposite sex *just enough* in a relationship to even get along with each other.

If you're a hetero woman and you don't navigate this cross-cultural communication thing well during early dating, you may be rejected for that alone. At least when I was younger, men were as cautious about being forced into an abusive or exploitative relationship, as women were, but they were guarding against different types of abuse.

My experience in trying to learn wlw dating norms was that a lot of what I learned in my mid teens and early 20s from 80s/90s Anti-Neediness Culture and "Bunny Boiler" Discourse, everything I knew about how to navigate hetero early dating, was completely at odds with the norms of lesbian culture spaces I was in. It was a shock.

But it works both ways.

If you're a man and you don't navigate this in your relationships, then you're seen as an uncouth, insensitive, selfish clod. Women may be on guard against being exploited and may be on the lookout for tells and red flags. And with that in mind, male "players" I knew were *great* at knowing that lots of women feel unheard and unconsidered, and knew how to zero in on that. They knew how to tap into their favorite gender's fantasies and backlog of unmet needs just enough to "hook" them. (Like all players do.)

We mostly think about how (heteronormative) women are shaped by men via abusive hierarchical demands, or about books like "Men are from Mars/etc" that say basically "he was raised in a whole other culture, give him a break," but there are subtler things than that.

Going way back there's the trope of the wife who doesn't want her husband to come into the house in his muddy boots, or put his weapons on the dinner table, and there are also things hetero men have to do if they don't want to offend and alienate the differently-socialized women in their lives... especially since more women these days don't *have* to be with them, than was ever true before.

But there are also things women might be expected to do differently than they would otherwise with other women.

(Men in the manosphere certainly know this, and talk about it. Radfems know this, and talk about it.)

I was MUCH more shaped by men than women early on, and it was a *major* obstacle when I was dating women; it was total culture shock. And everything drilled into me from childhood on about how to not alienate men, because I was socialized so much around moving in male dominated spaces (and my dad was my main shaper, not my mom), did just the opposite with women.

I think a lot has changed. It's only been in the last ten years or so that I've really seen much dating advice or pop psychology that crosses gender norms and applies regardless; any idea of Universal Human Boundaries, Universal Human Rules of Politeness, Universal Human Non-Abuse, etc, are *incredibly new* and if you're over 30 then it probably wasn't what you were raised with.

What's widely considered "reactionary" now was still my childhood's broad unconscious cultural norm.

Something that annoys me in the present "battle of the sexes" discourse:

I have a feeling that a lot of gendered expectations and policing, come from one's same-gender peers.

At least that's true with female role and consumption policing.

I was able to opt out of male expectations by opting out of romantic relationships with men for a long time, and even when I didn't, it was still possible to negotiate those expectations with that one individual man.

But it's not possible to opt out of the expectations of other women, and those expectations seemed to be doubled in spaces men weren't part of, and that's how i realized that a lot of our gendered stuff comes from compulsory stuff about participating in gendered social institutions.

It doesn't seem like many men can opt out, either, based upon the "ur a cuck haha" stuff I've seen in FB threads.

#i feel like gendered differences in considerate behavior underly a lot of the polarization between manosphere and feminist stuff presently

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sebbytrash · 8 years ago

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желание - The End

Longing: A yielding desire

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings - Swear words. I’m Scottish, I can’t help it. A little angst, I’m sorry. Some kissing. Bucky needs a hug. Everybody needs a hug.

A/N: REPOSTING BECAUSE OF BLOG MOVE

желание Masterlist

Bucky’s date.

The phrase plays like a broken record, orbiting around your brain, waving it’s neon sign and tapping impatiently against your skull.

You fumble your way through dinner with Sam and Steve, fake smiles and slow blinks until you can escape to your room but even then, that doesn't help at all. He’s everywhere, the soft lingering scent of him on your sheets, the grey t-shirt you’d borrowed but never actually returned balled up on your bed from where you’d worn it last night, the knife sheath on your side table that contains his favorite knife, that phrase always making you smile despite yourself because of course he has a favorite knife.

Logically, you know there’s a bountiful of reasons to explain Julia and most of them don’t contain the word date, but it’s there now, demanding attention until you’ve got them shacked up together and happy, 2.5 kiddies and leaving you in the dust.

He always was really great at kissing, wasn’t he? Should a man who’s gone without a girl for damn near a lifetime be able to liquify your bones with his lips? A few years, yeah maybe it would easy to get back on that bike but 70? Shit. The nagging little voice that you buried a long time ago creeps in, whispers that maybe you're not good enough, maybe you're not enough to keep him. The voice birthed by teenage girls and high school rearing its ugly head in such a vehement fashion that you can’t help but listen.

Now your pacing the room, burning holes in the carpet with your furious shuffling and mapping out your options in your head. He’ll come back here, you’d made those plans already when he’d avoided dinner with you for- yeah...so, it’s just a matter of if you’ll be here when he does. You could confront him, straight out ask him who Julia is but that feels a little too bunny-boiler-esque since you’d never given yourself a label and neither had he. And maybe, just maybe you were a smidge terrified of what he would say. Denial, denial.

A thought pushes its way to the front, the one you’d been nervously skirting around and you finally give in. Feeling like a complete skeeve, you ask, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. who is Bucky’s friend, Julia?”

“Mr Barnes has flagged that as classified.” She answers, somehow conveying just how much the system is judging you for even asking.

Your stomach was already half sunk, F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s confirmation providing the final anchor that pits it to your toes. Seconding guessing now, you think over the weeks you’ve spent together, the touches, the looks, every second over analyzed now like you’ve tried not to do before. Did the tilt of his face mean more? Did the tightening of his mouth say more than words? Hopeless. And hopelessly hoping for more.

Sleep evades, taunts you from the dark corners it’s hiding in, a nervous energy keeps your fingers twitching and tugging till you unhemmed the sleeves of your top and secured it’s place in the ruined-but-still-comfortable-so-PJ’s pile of clothes that’s always growing. Grabbing you gym bag from the corner, you head off to the gym to train some of the excess energy off and maybe, just maybe, come up with an idea on how to handle this whole mess.

Thwack, thwack, thump. You keep a steady rhythm, jab, jab, cross. Sweat drips off you, soaking through the support top, slipping over the skin on your stomach and into the band of your shorts. It fuels you, the physical evidence of the effort provides some satisfaction to counteract the aching muscles and bloody knuckles your now sporting. You lost minutes to hours long ago, and somehow you were no further forward. Still lost to the thoughts, still unsure on how to proceed but mostly because the logical side of your brain was being constantly silenced by your denial. Hopeless.

“What did that bag ever do to you?” You flinch at the sound of his voice, catch yourself before you show it and search the room till you find him, tilted against wall, still enough to suggest he’s been there a while.

You grunt, not nothing but not an answer and continue, seeing him, knowing where he’s been, provides you with a renewed energy and your fists hit with a little more force. Each hit sounding off the walls and back at you. The hair on your neck stands to attention under his gaze, his eyes seeing too much and somehow not enough.

“You okay?” He asks, taking a few tentative steps towards you, wearing the smile, your smile, like he wasn’t out offering the same smile to other faces.

It pushes you over the edge and Logical Brain wakes up, rattles around in the space and gives you something to use, “I...no. I don’t think I can do this.” The words drag out of you, shoved by the need to say it but stalled by the hope to want.

“Do what?” He asks it but he knows, you can tell he knows and is making you say it.

You strip the wraps off your knuckles, wincing at the sight of the torn, bloody skin, “This…” you say, gesture between you, “Whatever this is.” Everything, you think, it’s everything.

He nods, like he knew, nods and then tilts his head down, the angle shielding his face from you, drawing all the breath from your lungs at how final it suddenly seems. He says nothing for minute, then two, you imagine him mildly disappointed his booty call has grown a backbone or perhaps even relieved when he speaks, “I uh- I thought we were- I thought this was working?”

There’s something about his tone, the way he says it, the hope the flares makes you angry, “Shit, Bucky. So did I.” He hears it, the infliction, the accusation in the last bit, finally hears what you're not saying. You turn your back to him, make your way to the bag and use the water bottle to rinse your hands off.

“Wait, Y/N. What’s this really about?” He steps closer to you.

“I’m just…” You chew your words, thinking on how to explain that doesn’t remove every ounce of pride you have left, “I’m all in, okay? And you’re not.”

“I’m not?” His forehead creases, another step towards you and it’s too much.

“No, you’re not!. You have a Julia and I only had you.” You voice climbs higher with each word, more heat than you intended but it serves it’s purpose. You see it, see when it all clicks in his head, watch him sort through his thoughts till finds his place, looks you right in the eye and fucking smiles. Bastard.

“Shit, doll, you had me worried.” He laughs like it’s no big deal, takes another few steps till he’s there, within touching distance, “Julia is not...that.”

You roll your eyes at the non-explanation, turn your head from him and he reaches for you, tilts your head back to him, fingers gripping firm enough to keep you and not hurt you, “She’s my therapist, doll. That’s it.”

“Oh.” You blink up at him, slow blinks since all your brain power is hung up on therapist and the possibilities and then the guilt. The guilt that you let your version of him be derailed by gossip and insecurities, sorting through the possibility that you’d just placed a needless burden and significant spotlight on the less defined portion of the relationship. “I’m sor-”

A thumb over your mouth quickly halts the apology, Bucky shakes his head slightly, “No. I am. I know that I’m… I’m no good with words but if you honestly felt like there could be anyone other than you, well now, that’s on me, doll.” His fingers slip up your jaw, thumb dances along your cheek and the room sort of melts, the tension slides out of you, the relief of it all almost brings you to your knees. Your body moves on it owns, pushing forward till your pressed against him and his fingers have disappeared into your hairline, your lips land against his in a bruising sort of kiss, hungry and hopeful, both of you so filled up with relief and wanting that it hurts. When you break you realise you gripping his shirt tight, white-knuckled, pulling him as close as he can be and he’s doing the same.

It’s bugging you though, that he even mentioned it, “You never told me…” you say, half whisper against his lips, still gripping him tight and close.

He nods, face forms regret, “The stuff in here,” he pulls your hand over his heart and taps, “It ain’t easy listening.” He kisses you again, like he can’t help it, like even he’s surprised by it, “I didn’t wanna put that on you.” There he is, your Bucky, all pride and pain and protect. If you could take his pain for him, you would, but you’d have to settle on a shoulder each.

“Bucky…” You say, look him right in the eye, show him the extent of it all, “I’m all in.” Thick with feeling, and he knows.

“I’m all in too, Y/N.” He say’s right back, and you know.

This time, when he kisses you, you’re ready for it but you’re not. It’s a new kiss, a kiss that reaches deep into your bones, deep into the marrow and solidifies. It’s needy, and full, and permanent- edging on something more. The whole room turns into the feeling, your brain turns to mush and your body is floating, literally floating- the world tilting and wait-

“How did you find out? About Julia?, I mean.” He asks, breathy and low, giving you the opportunity to realise you are in his arms and half way up the stairs.

“Uh- oh, Sam told me. Said you were on a date.” You throw him a wry smile.

“Of course it was that pigeon motherfucker. Always causing problems.” He says it so seriously you can’t help but laugh, tuck your forehead against his neck and just laugh. When you're done you don’t move, stay tucked in tight as Bucky takes you wherever he’s taking you and feel your heart do a dip when he kisses the top of your head.

Later, when you're in bed and he’s tucked up behind you, arm slung over you with fingers mapping tight circles on your skin, he nuzzles into your neck and hair, still wet from your shared shower, “Do you want to come with me next week, to Julia? She said I should bring you.”

“I’d like that.” You turn to face him, slide your hand up till you cupping his face and press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He looks at you with that look, the one you finally understand and nudges his nose against you, “All in?”

You nod, “All in.”

#желание #longing series #kale writes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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