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mshroom1e · 1 year

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Hiiiii!!! Could I request something for Jamil? This one's probably considered crack and fluff but I'm not too sure.

So, reader (who's a female unless you only gender neutral s/o's) is the opposite of our boy Jamil; goofy, dorky, silly, snarky, lazy, and an overall bumbling idiot. Jamil is sure that someone like her can't be successful in life because she's so incompetent and playful (basically if Leona and Kalim had a kid, lol), there's absolutely no way she will ever surpass him-or anyone really- in anything. Or so he thought.

One day, Crewel asks her a rather difficult question that not even Jamil knows. So, imagine his shock when reader answers correctly. But, that's just dumb luck. Right?Nope! Kalim was throwing one of his parties and Jamil offers to cook the food only for the precious sunshine boy to reveal that reader's already got it covered. Cue reader and some other Scarabia students walking out of the kitchen with plates of delicious food. From then on, Jamil would get upstaged by reader everytime which made him jealous. Until, something happened that changed everything.

It was Jamil's birthday and he wasn't expecting much. Only to get a letter from reader asking him to come to Scarabia at night. He's confused but complies. When he gets there, all the lights are off. Now he's more confused and irritated, believing it to be some prank.

That's when the lights turn on and everyone including reader yells "Surprise!". On the table, laid all his favorite dishes made by reader herself. She also gives him a present, a pair of headphones she teamed up with the Shroud brothers to make for him.

Needless to say, Jamil is touched and has to stop himself from crying.

Heya! Thank you so much for the request!! Apologies in advance for any ooc Jamil moments since I'm still getting used to writing him into fics. I also made reader/Yuu a second year for story purposes. Thanks for bearing with me!

5 to 1 | Jamil x GN! Reader

type: fanfic

Summary: Jamil is constantly being one upped by none other than Yuu themselves. One day, he finds a little box sitting at his desk, and his curiously gets the better of him

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Angry? No way. How could he possibly be angry? Jamil Viper, someone who was known for his levelheadedness and cool temper, there was no way he could ever be losing his head over anything. Nothing at all! Even thinking he was capable of blowing up in a fit of rage was preposterous.

If that was true, then why was he sitting in his room at 4 in the morning seething, clenching his fists, and staring at his homework? The bags under his bloodshot eyes were large enough to carry all of- no, double of Kalim's luggage when going on an overnight trip.

Well, it was all because of you.

Ever since you enrolled at NRC, through what Jamil at first assumed was some sort of loophole in the system, or as they say, a glitch in the matrix, he believed you were an absolute airhead. From your first year, you were in almost all of the same classes, and you were so- incapable. For example, there was one time when you were partnered up with Jamil for an alchemy lesson, and you accidentally turned half of the class into dogs for a week. Professor Crewel usually referred to his students as rambunctious puppies, but he never actually wished that they would turn into that.

Your path in that school was always followed by chaos, explosions, and magical mayhem.

Jamil loved you. Don't get him wrong. If he didn't, why else would he be dating you? It was just that your prescence always found a way to tickle his brain in the wrong way, and he got even angrier at himself each time for how deeper and deeper he fell in love with you. It was beyond him how he ended up dating you with your goofy, dorky, silly, snarky, lazy, idiot personality. Maybe it was your brutal honesty or the fact that Jamil was able to be his natural blunt self around you, and you never seemed to get offended or hurt by it. He was never like that to anyone except Kalim, of course, but that's different.

So, back to what Jamil was currently doing. As an end of topic assignment, Professor Trein asked for a 15-page essay on all the topics that your class had done on the history of magic. You were given 2 months to complete it. So, it was reasonable when Jamil, the professor and the entire of the class were absolutely diabolically flabbergasted after you turned in a 30 page essay a week after the assessment was given, like it was no trouble at all.

Jamil, personally, wasn't having it. There was no way he would let you surpass him like that in all your idiotic glory.

The next morning, Jamil arrived in alchemy class looking like he had just been through it all. His hair looked rough and dishevelled, the hoodie he wore under his blazer was inside out, and he wore the wrong shoes on each foot. The ten minutes of free time before class started was mainly you poking fun at Jamil, half teasing and half genuinely worried.

You shrugged when he told you everything was fine while he grumbled under his breath, deciding not to pry any further. You'd just have to pester him after class was over.

Today's lesson was one on theory. Crewel would teach the class some new alchemy related material while everyone took notes, well except you. You spent most of class time almost falling asleep, yawning, and nudging Jamil with your elbow. Normally, he would've made a snarky comment at you that would make you return it with an even snarkier reply, but he didn't have enough energy for your shenanigans at the moment.

You nearly jumped out of your own skeleton once the professor called you out and asked you to complete the chemical equation on the board. It was one of the most difficult to answer, as the names of the missing reactants were practically impossible to memorise.

"Oh, It's Ornithogalum adseptentrionesvergentulum and Parastratiosphecomyia stratiosphecomyioides," you answered without missing a beat.

"Colour me impressed," Crewel was pleasantly surprised, "But make sure you pay attention. I have no need for any unfocused pups in my classroom."

Jamil's eyes practically bulged out of his head. He had to blink twice before rendering what you said into his mind. He couldn't believe it even for a second. He was sure you weren't even paying attention the entire lecture, talkless of even memorising something that Crewel mentioned over half an hour ago. Even he had no idea what the answer was, so how on earth did you manage to answer it so easily? Surely it was just an odd stroke of luck, right?

"Rodger that, sir," you said smoothly. Crewel gave you a stern glance and continued on with the lesson.

Little did Jamil know, that was only the beginning of your win streak against him.

Recess was upon you at last, and you went to doing one of your favourite activities. Annoying Jamil. He was off 'babysitting Kalim' duty, as you liked to call it, since he was busy with club activities and Jamil could finally have some downtime. Well, if you don't count, you bugging him every other second.

"Your hair looks kinda messy. Didn't get enough sleep?" You suddenly said, making Jamil glance at you from the side.

He hummed.

Little did you know, you were the primary reason for him losing so much sleep.

"Want me to do it for you?" You asked, "You know, I'm nothing short of a pro hair stylist myself," You were definitely lying.

Surprisingly, he didn't take much convincing to eventually agree. Usually, he never let you lay even a finger on his hair, but today, he really couldn't be bothered.

You stood up from the bench, moving to stand behind him so you could do your magic on his hair.

To be completely honest, you had no idea what you were actually doing. You had seen Jamil do his hair about one time, so you decided to just go from what you saw then. First you parted the left side of his hair into three, then you begain braiding the three different parts in cornrows, added the three gold accessories you may or may not have stolen from his room, and boom, you were done.

"Done!"

Well, that was quick.

You summoned a mirror for Jamil to look at the final product of your work. Needless to say he was flabbergasted.

There was no way you just did his signature hairstyle a million times better than he did. The braids were even in swirly patterns for fs sake. Jamil wasn't going to lie to himself and say he wasn't jealous of your effortless skill.

For the rest of the day, Jamil unconsciously got slightly ticked off when seeing his reflection in the mirror.

You: 2

Jamil: 0

A few days later, you followed Jamil to club practice because, why not?

The basketball club was in the middle of a practice game, and you just spent most of the time admiring how cool Jamil looked.

A club member tossed a basketball at you and asked if you wanted to join. You didn't mind playing in uniform since it was already the end of the day anyway, so you agreed.

You lazily tossed the ball from where you sat in the bleachers at one of the nets and it went straight in with a satisfying swoop. Impressed, but more shocked, Jamil turned to you, eyebrows raised with shock, and you gave him a lazy smirk.

You: 3

Jamil: 0

Here came Coach Vargas' gym class. The worst nightmare of the Ignihyde dorm and the bane of most students' existence.

It was quite early in the year, so the coach decided on strength tests to see where everyone was currently at. He planned several activities for the whole class to do, most of them having little rules except the obvious 'NO MAGIC'.

First up was a simple ball toss. All you had to do was simply throw the ball as far as you could. Piece of cake.

When it was your turn, you picked up a ball and stood in the circle where you were to throw it from. You simply did a light stretch of your arm muscles and rolled your shoulders.

Without much effort, you drew your arm back and away the ball went. Jamil felt a gust of wind blow his hair back as the ball left your hand. It was less than a second before the poor ball was sent into the clouds and never to be seen again. Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but the ball did go really far.

Vargas laughed heartily in amusement once your score came up on the tablet in his hands. A neon-coloured "87 metres" flashed on the screen, reminding Jamil that you really did throw the ball that far.

You: 4

Jamil: 0

The rest of the gym lesson was just you beating poor Jamil at everything under the sun. In the short distance race, you practically bolted to the finish line, leaving Jamil in your dust, lifted almost 3 times as much as he could in the weight training, and cleared the sandpit in a single long jump test.

Needless to say, he was exhausted, both physically and mentally. Jamil couldn't help but make everything with you into a one-sided competition, which always resulted in him getting defeated by a landslide. But to be honest, he didn't mind losing because, when he entered his little contests with you, he was always trying his best.

"Jamil! We're having a party!"

"HUH?!"

Begrudgingly, Jamil followed Kalim into the common room of the Scarabia dorm. He mentally groaned, complaining to himself about never being able to catch a break. His lovely dorm leader usually threw his celebrations on a whim, unintentionally inconveniencing Jamil as he would be forced to make food for the guests to eat.

He had already started making a list of his chores to prepare the party in his head, not really paying attention to where the white-haired ball of sunshine was leading him to.

Eventually, the duo reached the kitchen, and Jamil's nose picked up a delicious scent coming from beyond the door. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was sure its scent alone rivalled his very own cooking.

Kalim pushed the door open with a smile on his face, revealing you, placing the final touches on a plate.

"Yuu offered to make the snacks so you didn't have to!" Kalim piped in.

"Oh, and, don't worry about the food being poisoned. I tasted everything in front of Kalim, so it's all safe," You added, "No need to thank me."

You glanced at Jamil and returned his stunned expression with a lazy smirk. Even in his own job he'd been assigned to from childhood, you still managed to one up him.

"Oh..." was all be could say.

"Wanna try some?" You picked up a piece of food and held it up to Jamil's mouth, "It tastes really good."

By this time, Kalim had already waddled off to wonder somewhere else in the dorm, leaving just you and Jamil in the kitchen.

It didn't take more than two seconds for Jamil to comply and open his mouth, allowing you to place the food inside it. You watched him expectantly as he slowly chewed, carefully savouring the flavour.

He was right. It definitely tasted better than his cooking. The flavours felt like they were dancing over and around his taste buds, exploding little delicious fireworks in his mouth. But he was too petty to admit that.

"Tastes good," He said with a relatively straight face compared to the thoughts swimming around in his head, screaming at him to compliment the taste more. He was definitely too petty for that.

You and your stupidly good cooking.

You: 5

Jamil: 0

Over the next few days, school continued as normal, well, as normal as it could be in a school like NRC.

Class was just about wrapped up for the day, students standing around, chatting, and not doing much else. Jamil entered the classroom after stepping out for a few minutes.

Someone had come to get him, claiming someone else wanted to talk to him about something. For a matter with a lot of 'someones' and 'somethings', there really was nothing. The person eventually never showed up, and Jamil shrugged and returned to his class to collect his belongings and retire for the day.

At his desk was a light orange gift box tied shut with a muted red bow. Jamil raised an eyebrow, glaning to the student in the desk next to his, wordlessly asking if they knew anything about it. They shrugged as if saying 'no', making Jamil even more perplexed.

He lifted the box, hoping it wasn't just some elaborate prank. He then shook it.

It was... empty?

Or so he thought.

Jamil opened the box, wary, half expecting something to pop out or explode in his face. His confusion grew as a letter sat at the bottom of the hollow cube, with the name 'Jamil' written in cursive. As far as he knew, he hadn't seen anyone with this type of writing before, so he couldn't narrow down the mystery gift giver.

He hastily opened the envelope to reveal a short letter written with what looked like a riddle.

'I see you have found my surprise, friend.

I hope you see this hunt to its end,

Your first prize lies at a location known well,

A place with goods, magic to sell,

Find this place, and then there will lie your next clue.'

He blinked.

What?

He read the note again to make sure he wasn't dreaming. At first, he planned to leave the note where it was and continue with his day, but as they say, curiosity killed the cat. Pocketing the letter, he set off to complete the silly mission.

Jamil arrived at the school store, a place fitting that description. On a bench in front of the store sat yet another light orange box that stuck out like a sore thumb. This time, with a matching orange bow.

Noticing the box right away, Jamil untied the ribbon and opened it, revealing another letter. He repeated his previous actions with the box and read the letter.

'I see you have discovered my second clue.

Worry not. This search will be brief.

You have one more clue after this one.

A castle made out of glass

Accompanied by plants few of them grass

Flowers and magical floras galore

But tending to them is kind of a chore'

It didn't take long for this clue to click in Jamil's head. The only place fitting that description was the botanical gardens, so off he went.

A few students lingered around the garden, some taking care of their plants whole others rested on benches and chattered.

There was a light tap on Jamil's shoulder, causing him to glance behind him. A cloaked figure held out another orange box to him, which was accompanied by a yellow ribbon. As soon as he picked the box from the mystery person's hands, they wordlessly walked away. Jamil spotted a lock of lavender hair peeking out of the hood and raised his eyebrow.

He shook his head with an airy laugh and opened the new box.

A letter, like usual.

'Your search will soon be over,

Go to a dorm where you reside,

You will find a surprise waiting inside.'

The clue was a little confusing but nothing that Jamil couldn't eventually figure out. The only place on campus that fitted the description was, of course, his dorm, Scarabia.

Jamil ventured to the mirror chamber and eventually to the given location, arms full of orange boxes that he decided to take with him for some reason. A string of glowing green lights illuminated the usual path to the entrance of the dorm in a long line, as if forging a path.

Eventually, he was led to the dorm's common room. The room was dark and as silent as a desert. 'That's it?' he thought, confused and slightly irritated at the time he spent on the hunt.

Jamil heared a quiet chuckle from somewhere close before he was bombarded with a sudden:

"SURPRISE!!"

His eyes widened, and he physically jumped back, ears attacked by the noise, and eyes suddenly ambushed with a flush of light. Poppers exploding with confetti ereupted all around him, a large banner saying "Happy Birthday, Jamil!!" above his head. His nerves only relaxed once he noticed you standing in front of him with a lazy grin on your face, surrounded by your classmates and some students from other years.

"Happy Birthday," You said in your usual calm, yet snarky voice.

The common room was decorated like it would be during one of Kalim's parties, however the banner had his name written on it in bold, sparkly letters, reminding him that he was the one who was being celebrated. His favourite dishes were all laid out on the table, cooked by none other than yourself.

He felt his eyes become wet but quickly blinked away whatever was forming in them before he could lose his composure.

Kalim practically hopped over to him with a huge smile on his face, "It was Yuu's idea to put this all together for you!"

Jamil turned to you, stunned, again. You returned his look with a genuine smile this time, though, instead of your default snarky smirk.

"Happy Birthday, Sea Snake," Floyd lazily strung his arm around Jamil's shoulder.

You invited almost everyone you and Jamil knew, and even a few third years. Jamil even saw a few members from the Diasomnia (hence the green fireflies) and Ignihyde dorms, surprised that you even managed to convince them to come.

After all greeting Jamil with birthday wishes and a few gifts here and there, you wisked him to a balcony, wanting to give him your gift in a quieter setting.

Gentle gusts of wind playfully tousled Jamil's long locks of hair as they glistened in the moonlight. He was still speechless.

"You- You did all this?" Jamil asked in a low voice, staring directly into your eyes.

"Well, I got a lot of help from everyone, but it was mainly my idea," You rubbed the back of your neck and stared at the ground, your face growing warm in an unusual flush of nervousness.

"I..." Jamil tried to say something, anything, but he wasn't sure what to say. Should he thank you? Should he just hug you? He wasn't sure. The only thing he could utter for now was, "Why? Why all this for me?"

Your eyes darted back at him, surprised. You knew he wasn't the most self-assured person ever, but it was still a little shocking to see him being so self-critical.

"Jamil-" You started, "You don't understand how much you need to be celebrated? Do you?"

You tried to play it off with your snarky demeanor but this time, you just couldn't.

"But I'm nothing special," He retorted.

"Oh, come on," you sighed, "You're literally the most special person to me, like ever."

You placed your gift on a nearby table and put both of your hands on his shoulders, holding him in place as you said what you wanted to say.

"You're smart, talented, a great cook, beautiful-"

"But you surpass me in almost everything," He cut you off, stepping back.

"That's because I- I'm always trying extra hard to impress you!" You blurted out, immediately slapping your hands over your mouth.

"You what...?"

"You're so good at everything yet you don't try to stand out, and I thought if I tried hard to impress you, you'd want to show off your talents more since I know you're so competitive."

Wow.

You seriously read him like an open book.

Jamil looked at you with a teasing smirk. Usually, it was you that had the snarky attitude. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"Dang it." You turned your head to the side and furrowed your brows.

"What about what you wanted to give me?" Jamil folded his arms with a light smile.

"Oh, yeah."

You picked up the box and pushed it in front of you, towards Jamil, sheepishly avoiding his eyes as he opened it. He pulled out a smaller box that was covered with a familiar neon blue.

"They're a pair of headphones I made for you myself, well with the help of the Shroud brothers, but I came up with the design myself, and the patterns reminded me of you so-"

A spark went off in Jamil's charcoal grey eyes as he cut you off with a swift kiss, his hands placing the box down on the outdoor table and reaching to hold yours. Murmurs from the party at the other side of the wall were reduced to background noise as your senses were suddenly occupied. His rich, floral scent filled your nose as he gently leaned into the kiss, causing you to fluster.

This time, he was the one who caught you off guard.

You: 5

Jamil: 1

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Yugioh S2 Ep 48: Bakura Completely Fails to Murder The One Person He Was Actually Supposed to Murder

Yo guys, this is the last episode of the season.

...

I know. How exactly do you resolve ANYTHING in one episode? The secret is, you don’t. Like...one thing did get resolved but it really seems like this was a 2 season storyline they were really banking on doing so well it would stretch into season 2 but, according to bro, this show got hella cancelled?

I can’t believe it. Finally. I’ve been joking about it for like a year but it actually happened.

Now my bro is full of spicy headcanons about this show and I decided to look up on Wikipedia to see what the hell happened between Season 2 and 3 for him to say this but I saw nothing about cancelling anything, but he’s pretty certain that this happened. So, I’m gonna open it up to all of you guys who know way more about this show than either of us to set it straight--was there cancellation drama between Season 2 and Season 3 or is bro just remembering history incorrectly?

Anyways, this show is obviously around for Season 3 but bro says it gets distracted and everyone has hinted that we get a really great filler arc that is most people’s absolutely favorite arc in the entire world. I’m honestly shocked I made it this far. But, lets first get into the episode.

This episode starts exactly where I wanted it to, with Tea realizing that she’s not only wandered into Bakura’s room, but that, from her perspective, it has made Bakura so freakin uncomfortable that he hella left.

Like imagine with me that your on a High school trip and you’re with all your buddies but then there’s that one kid who is a friend, but you don't know TOO well because he’s kind of awkward and also half a murderous ghost. Imagine he gets hella sick and then for some reason, you sleepwalk to his bedside, all draped across the sheets, and when you wake up he’s just...peaced right out of that entire awkward conversation that would have been.

Like...my reaction would have been completely the opposite of what Tea did.

Which was run straight to her somewhat-boyfriend Yugi Muto and tell him exactly what she just inadvertently did.

Also, forgive me for this aside, but Yugi is like 16, so why is Yugi randomly kind of jacked all of a sudden? Is that little backpack he carries just full of lead?

Oh wait, yeah...necklace is solid gold. But even still like...this small boy shouldn’t appear this jacked. Like, I know a lot of preteen girls were into this show for the large selection of anime boys, but I prefer Yugi looking sort of like the human version of a Pekingese instead. Mostly because I’m an adult, I guess. Not that I never had a preteen anime boy crush phase, but we’re talking Tuxedo Mask, who was sort of developed to be a preteen anime boy crush. Like, Tuxedo Mask has literally no other reason to exist except to be a perfect husband who gets abducted a lot, but Yugi? Like..he sells cards, why’s he gotta grow up?

My bros current spicy headcanon is that he’s slowly becoming jacked because of being in the Shadow Realm so often, and that it beefs you up like when Goku goes to space and turns the gravity on super duper high, but sure bro, you do you. Bro’s got a spicy headcanon for every loophole this show throws at us. (and it is surprising which ones were actually correct and which were probably a fanfic he read in High School.)

(read more under the cut)

Anyways, Yugi thankfully puts on a jacket and they decide not to wake up Joey’s room to see if Bakura also joined the Boy Chamber after Tea kicked him out but like...while that would be the most reasonable place to look, they decided to see if maybe Bakura is sleeping in...the hallways? I dunno why they immediately thought Bakura was kidnapped. Now that the ring isn’t with him then...there’d be no reason for Marik to kill him.

Then again, maybe Bakura kind of wanders off and does ghost stuff so often, that these two are always checking up on where Bakura wandered off to?

I guess these two just didn’t feel like waking anyone up. Or using the enchanted necklace Yugi just got. Or asking Roland the security guard. Or maybe, I dunno, ever asking Kaiba for help, who is still absolutely awake and doing literally nothing else with his time.

Like serious talk, a lot of this season’s problems would have been resolved if they had just gone to the guy in charge of the tourney and asked for him to use his endless resources to help out the tourney that he is hosting. Like, he would have done it. I know this is a bit of a stretch but I don’t think Kaiba wants people dueling to the death at 3AM. Especially if he can’t watch them do it.

I appreciate that the blimp was so important to Kaiba that he rendered it in 3-D and has it just rotating there, weirdly CG while the rest of this screen is drawn. Also, Kaiba’s desktop situation is an absolute nightmare, this boy is somehow managing a company but he cannot manage a desktop?

PS are you ready for this outfit without the horrible spiky shoulder jacket? Are you ready? Because I wasn’t.

he can’t seem to get away from that victorian gothic lady silhouette.

And so Kaiba is faced with a problem, he’s only got a low win chance to get this card the fair way. This would be a great time to just arrest Marik right now, although it would be somewhat difficult since their duel to the death is halfway over, but like, Kaiba also really likes losing at cards. He says he doesn’t, but Kaiba seems to sprint to every opportunity he can get to absolutely lose or only just narrowly win because your Dead Wife Card sent you a weird hallucination that one time.

Like...of the times that Kaiba’s dueled solo we’ve only seen Kaiba win twice, right? And once was to a random guy on the street? Yeah. Kaiba’s only won a single time on screen.

I mean, of course, unless you count the time he threatened to commit suicide if he lost and Yugi was like “What the hell!?” but I don’t know if we should count that as like...a game.

Despite the fact that Yugi has never once offered her even like...a coat in this freakin weather, Tea has decided that they’re official enough, that she will argue with him about how they now both...share a destiny??? This feels like jumping the gun a little bit?

I don’t know what the hell she’s even talking about. But she’s been treating it like they’ve been married for like 8 years. Which...would require a little bit more...supporting evidence for me as a viewer that Tea and Yugi would actually be this much of an item at this point.

Like at least she’s not a reincarnated soul of his dead wife stuffed into a playing card--this show has pulled weirder random romance plots out of it’s ass--but it’s a huge leap to suddenly tell me “And remember these two???? This romance of the ages?????” at this point, this far into the end of the season.

And like...don’t be misled by my description of this conversation, they never once even come closer than a foot of each other.

Everything about this is kinda weird. No kinkshame of course, all ships are good and valid. But, assuming that Marik’s got a foot in both Tea and Bakura’s brain right now, these two are 6 people right now (2 are Bakura, if he’s still swimming around with Tea, it’s unclear), and 2(3) of those people has tried to kill both of them, but now are piggybacking on these guys’ bodies that are currently fumbling about how the hell to date even. Imagine how awkward Marik feels rn. Just imagine.

Or maybe he’s super into it, Marik’s a nut.

Pharaoh just kind of rolled his eyes and walked through this mist door as Tea stood uselessly on the other side and it’s like, yeah, we feel you, Pharaoh, we don’t know why that conversation had to happen either.

Meanwhile, I’ve been skipping the card game portion which actually looked very nice. Again, it was the last episode, they upped their game, but that won’t come through in caps so just know--that was nice. but because Bakura decided to do the taboo of playing a God Card, it absolutely royally screwed him over. and then Marik fused his body to it like Final Fantasy and it’s like...sure why not. It’s the last episode. Fuse your body with a playing card, no one will question how that would have worked outside of a shadow game.

Anyways, Marik kinda saw that happen and was like, well damn. Didn’t know it could do that. Weird, right? Huh. So much for living in obscurity and being tortured underground and keeping the Pharaoh’s secrets for 5000 years, apparently we knew...NONE OF THEM.

And then Bakura died, and even dropped us an iconic one liner as Marik sends him into the darkness while saying “enjoy the darkness!” or something like that. This was extremely 2000′s. It’s fine to be cliche if you’re...Bakura. You kinda have to be. That is the whole point of Bakura.

So he said, something like this

Like the exact line was more like...”Did you forget, I AM darkness??” or something, but man, that sums up the whole of Bakura so well. Like, he doesn’t make sense. But, he doesn’t have to, because the point of Bakura is that he’s just a walking 00′s prototype and that’s what makes him great. Like if you could make the 00′s hot topic aesthetic (minus the meme shirts) into a candle and then burn it down to nearly the end of the wick--that’s Bakura.

Like I watch kids as a dayjob and the other day the 12yo was like “I drew stuff, do you want to see?” so I was like “Absolutely!” and she’s like “I warn you--it’s kind of messed up.” and I’m like “that’s fine” and she’s like “no but really it’s spooky, ok? I just want to warn you.” and I’m like “try me” and she flips open her ipad and in the apple version of MSpaint I kid you not it was

A happy face

crying black tears.

And I’m like “Wow.” and she’s like “I know, it’s pretty dark” and I’m like “well, not exactly, he seems pretty cheerful” and she was like “well this one is really really scary are you ready?” and I’m like “OK, because that one was pretty happy” and she’s like “no Rach this one is like reallllllly messed up. You’re going to think I’m crazy.” and I’m like “oh shoot” and she flipped open to the next page in her ipad and it was

A happy face

It’s eyes are bloodshot. (magenta blood. It was Magenta)

And I’m like “wow! He’s even happier!” and she was like “But this is the scariest thing I’ve ever drawn in my life!” because to a 12yo, that is scary. Like it’s funny to me because honestly, the way kids and even teens think of what is “scary” is so different than what is “scary” to an adult. And Bakura is sort of like the personification of an MSpaint happy face crying blood tears.

Like, he’s different than Marik in that Marik’s backstory was super well established, while Bakura...never needed one. Apparently he will get one, but he honestly doesn’t need it. He’s just a nightmare that a kid would have. I don’t really question the logic of what happens around Bakura vs everyone else because...he’s Bakura.

I do question that he somehow got beaten by Marik. That doesn’t add up for me, but honestly the other Marik kind of messed Bakura up so...you could say he was doomed to fail that. It was more that Marik beat himself and dragged Bakura with him.

And like, I’m not upset that I don’t have to look up Britishisms anymore and take notes during British Bake Off and then completely lose those notes when it comes time to write these. But wow, I will miss Bakura.

Didn’t know I’d miss you until you were gone, little gross disgusting buddy.

Didn’t realize how I’d miss you killing off random people all the time and pretending to be a good boy while leaving little cookie crumbs of a storyline that will apparently not even get picked up until like forever from now.

Ah, so lets pour a glass of fries that we call potato chips, pour some vinegar all over them and remember our favorite Bakura moments.

Like that time he straight up murdered everyone on this show and then inspired me to pick up bro’s idea to create this entire blog series.

Or that time he tried to possess Mokuba but then got stomach punched by Tristan while everyone else canonically thought Tristan was taking 4 hours to poop.

Or that time he decided “Screw this, I’m just going to use lasers!” and then never used lasers ever again.

Or that time they all walked in on Pegasus doing human sacrifices of living people and Bakura went “Oi, that’s a little much!” and then wiped everyone’s memories and dragged them back to their rooms, including Pegasus.

Or that time he decided to swing from the rafters of a warehouse and knock over Bandit Keith, and then say “Oi, all better” and then just walked away while the entire warehouse combusted into flames.

Or that time he just held up a recently used disembodied eyeball and then in the Japanese version, licked it clean.

I will miss you, you freakin weirdo, and will I ever get to write about him again? I actually have no idea. Season 5 is a really long time from now. I’ll keep the Bakura color palate saved in the corner of my Photoshop, but ah, it will be a forever from now before I get to click it again. If I ever do.

But congrats to his voice actor who now gets to take a very long drink of tea and fix whatever the hell talking like Bakura does to your vocal chords.

Marik picks up the ring although I’m not sure that it matters and now I’m very confused as to where the hell the absolutely never-washed eyeball went. Maybe he saw it rolling around down there and was like “I’ll have to come back with a ziplock baggy for that.”

We started this season with Yugi being late and arguing with Tea about being late and now we end the same way. It all came together.

Yami could have done something, but there wasn’t enough time in this season, so he just let Marik walk free.

I swear, Yami.

In her defense, maybe this is what jammies actually are when you live underground?

And then, to make things even more complicated, Marik has decided to show up to Ishizu as...Tea.

Also, miracles of miracles, this plot thread actually paid off:

And then for I guess 2 Seasons Bakura just plays with Yugi’s Tomogachi’s and does calf raises on all these stairs. I would say he’d have to avoid running into Pharaoh, but I feel like Pharaoh only really hangs out in the one room at the entrance. He doesn’t seem to really care about these doors anymore.

At least someone was there for the Tomogachis, in the end. Mine has been dead for 20 years, but Yugi’s will live on apparently eternally. The immortal Tomogachi (which was apparently featured in Season Zero?).

Stepping away from the Yugioh Tomogachi headcanon, lets see what Marik’s up to. Oh that’s right, that thing he keeps trying to do.

Nice.

And just when I thought this episode was finally over, get ready for it, get ready for this massive plot dump that just comes right out of no where so quickly I didn’t even get to fit it all in one cap.

That’s right, this season ended with a cliffhanger of Seto saying along the lines of he stole his father’s company (OK?) and then his Stepfather got super pissed and fled here and then Kaiba built a huge ass phallic tower on it and like...it was a lot for the last 1 minute of the show.

Anyways, it ends with Kaiba being like “NOW DO YOU UNDERSTAND, WHY WE’RE COMING HERE, TO THIS ISLAND, TO PLAY CARDS!?” and it’s like no, no one understands, Kaiba. Your brain doesn’t work right. This is weird.

This is so freakin weird.

Kaiba was giving the Ishtars a hard time about their family issues being resolved with his tourney, and it was because apparently he was ALSO using this tourney to resolve his own family issues the entire time.

Anyway, I never expected for Kaiba to become such a dominant character on this show but we are going to Kaiba island. Another freakin island.

So Season 3 is apparently way different and my bro was like “we can just skip all that filler? We can skip like 20 episodes.” and I was like “That is not the point of this blog. We are watching the filler.”

Now, just FYI I’m gonna take a break for a bit between seasons, probably for about 2 weeks or so. I’m probably going to make a little buffer because life stuff will inevitably pop up and I’d hate to go too off schedule now that I know Pharaoh wears PJs in season 5. Like, I enjoy doing this blog, it’s incredibly nice to do something that isn’t art related and has zero expectations assigned to it, but it is a side project, so I gotta prep accordingly.

That being said, thanks so much y’all for reading these, and all the nice comments (which I am very bad at responding to, especially since it really feels like tumblr doesn’t...have a response ability built in). I was really only making these with bro to cheer him up when he hated his job and was quitting--and then he quit and we continued to make them because last year was pretty stressful (like I don’t talk about it here because this is a happy blog but damn I’m glad 2018 is in the trash) That other people seem to enjoy these rants was fun and unexpected. So thanks for reading and putting up with the fact we know very little about this series. Well, now I know an awful lot actually. Scary how much I know about Yugioh now. Eh.

I got a graveyard post I’ll probs put out there around next weekend, in the meantime, but, other than that...I’ll see y’all in Season 3.

And if you just got here, this is a link to read the recaps in chrono order from s1 ep 1

#yugioh #yugioh recaps #photo recaps #s2 ep48 #I did it #I did two full seasons #apparently this is the 97th post I made including season zero ps #although math is not my strong suit #yugi muto #bakura #bakura freakin died #marik ishtar #tea gardner #kaiba #seto kaiba #mokuba

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So I skipped a couple of weeks because I didn’t know what to make of the mess that was Vietnam and then last week the show wasn’t on (crossover? what crossover?). However, I am back with the fun frolic to the Viking age that was Beebo God of War, so here we go with this week’s episode review.

Spoilers under the cut.

Let’s start with the good stuff:

Sara was great in this episode. She felt like she was leading from the front and when it looked like they couldn’t deal with the problem on their own, she called on the Time Bureau for help. It was nice to see that she wasn’t antagonistic towards Ava Sharpe or the Bureau, and Ava and Sara worked well together. Sara made smart choices, and when she didn’t, she listened to the team and adjusted her thinking. She was clearly affected by Martin’s death, acknowledging that it had been hard on the team and that she felt responsible as Captain.

Jax was a real stand out in this episode. Franz did a great job of showing the hurt that Martin’s death was causing him. There were so many nice moments for his character and the hard decisions he was making. I also liked the way that Zari was the one to support him when it came to trying to save Martin, showing that she still believes you can hack history. He couldn’t resist the loophole, but of course, he wasn’t that surprised by Martin’s refusal to take it either. Sara definitely knew what he was doing, and whilst she didn’t exactly approve, it was pretty clear she wouldn’t have stopped him either.

I actually really like the way the first shot we get of young Martin is him in his ridiculously delightful Hanukkah jumper. It’s celebrating the life he had with his family, but also reminding us that this isn’t just Christmas time. In fact, the entire episode seems to want to hit home that Christmas is one religious festival amongst many, and its origins are in yuletide and old pagan traditions. It made me very happy that Ava uttered the words “Beebo Day”, and it’s kind of interesting to imagine what kind of world we’d be living in if Christianity hadn’t become the dominant religion of the Western World.

We got confirmation that Rip’s in Time Jail and that the Tribunal didn’t go well. I’m pleased that at least they had a conversation about him, because so often Legends seems to avoid the obvious conversations. It was good to see the Legends using the Time Bureau (or trying to) as backup and acknowledging that they could. I hated the forced antagonism between the two groups and this relationship seems to be much more natural. I’d have liked some more explanation of what exactly they were charging Rip with, and given that they all seem to acknowledge that Mallus is a threat, why they haven’t let him out again now that they know he was right. It was really nice to see a slightly softer version of Ava Sharpe and that she actually works well with the Legends when they’re being sensible.

Someone finally pointed out that Mick always having a beer in his hand is unhealthy, and, well, that the only person who can fix that is Mick himself. The Leo and Mick interactions were well played, but I have some issues with them, but more about that in the bad stuff.

The Viking plot was kind of fun and bringing in Young Martin at this point was both twisting the knife and a clever way of giving the characters a chance to address their grief on screen. Jax bringing him a cup of tea, just the way he likes it is actually just utterly heartbreaking given the circumstances. It was very interesting to see the way that everyone reacted to him, and it felt like good characterisation all round.

John Constantine turns up at the end! Oh my heart leapt for joy with his opening line. It was just so perfect, and he’s there with his lighter and cigarette looking exactly as he should. I hope the rest of his characterisation is as good as those few seconds, and he gets a great story when they come back in February.

I can’t finish off the good stuff without mentioning Damien Darhk’s turn as Odin, who did seem to be a bit confused and be trying to be Thor with his lightening, but I’ll let him off. The moment when he realises that Eleanor is down is very interesting and we got to see how much she means to him. Damien is at his best when he’s being the comic book, mustache twirling villain, but this was an interesting twist.

And the bad stuff:

I admit, it’s fun to have this different version of Snart being all touchy feely and trying to get everyone to deal with their grief over Stein. We hardly ever get moments in Legends where people are given a healthy way to process their feelings about trauma, or even an acknowledgement that trauma has happened, however the puppet was rather disrespectful and I hated it. And Mick punching the puppet was actually just horrible. I can only imagine the uproar if Snart’s death had been treated that way back in S1. It’s really unnecessary given the already hurt feelings about how Stein died.

And I know that Snart fans are delighted to have their favourite back on screen, but I’m not sure what we’re gaining from it. This Snart is definitely not Earth1 Snart, so he’s not giving us new information about him, and we know he’s only here temporarily. I don’t know why the team would trust him to be their grief counsellor when they don’t really know him, and I can understand why Mick thinks he’s interfering. Also the chances of anyone reprogramming Gideon are slim to nil, unless she allowed it. Even Zari couldn’t manage it and she’s a hacker from the future. I’m just kind of baffled by what the show is doing with Leo.

Once again we have villains turn up and cause trouble but no real reason for them to do it. We don’t know why the Darhks want to do this, except that it’s somehow in service of Mallus. It’s getting just a little annoying that we keep having a total lack of motivation for the forces that they’re up against. And of course Eleanor Darhk getting fridged to motivate her Dad is just yet another example of a horrible trope that this show loves, but needs to die.

Rip spends Christmas in jail, after spending last year’s Christmas a brainwashed puppet of the Legion of Doom. Can we not just give the guy one happy memory, please? Also I would have killed for any sort of scene of him in jail or failing to persuade the Tribunal that he is right.

Jax left. I may cry. There were about a hundred ways that they could have lost Martin and kept Jax. We’re losing a great character there, as well as the Waverider’s mechanic, and I think the show will really miss him. It’s also a blow to the diversity of the cast, which could use more POC and not less.

So that’s it for this review. We now have to endure a long hiatus until February, so it’s back to the fanfic until then.

#Legends of Tomorrow #S3e9 #Beebo God of War #episode review #crit #I'll miss you Firestorm #Rip is in prison and it hurts

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21 Questions

This is my first time writing a Bughead fanfic and it's still jumbled in my head so I hope you bear with me. Disclaimer: I don't own any of he characters or places in this story unless otherwise specified. -------------- First Question The bell to Pop's Chock'lit Shoppe rang as the door opened. Only a few people could be found sitting at the local town favorite as most were enjoying Riverdale High's homecoming dance. For the selected few who had opted not to join the overrated festivities, the confines of the four walls of the shop brought an unusual sense of comfort. A girl with blonde hair and in a pink dress walked straight inside into a booth at the far corner. She placed her usual order of Strawberry Milkshake but this time with extra whip cream. It was a special occasion to indulge in the calories after all. A few minutes later, a tall glass of sugary and sinful beverage was placed in front of her. She sighed in resignation before reaching for her picker upper. Her tongue was ready to taste the mouth watering goodness when the tall glass was pulled far from her reach and in front of a crouching boy who wore a crown shaped beanie on top of his messy bed of hair. Her mouth dropped and stayed open for a few minutes, staring at he boy who drank her most awaited shake down to the last drop. She was at a loss for words. She wanted to shout at the boy who selfishly stole her last hope for a better night but no words came. As if nothing happened, he adjusted in his seat and fired his laptop open and began typing, totally oblivious to the growing anger building in the blonde girl's chest. A few minutes of silence passed and he still hadn't looked at her once to apologize or explain his actions. He kept typing as if she wasn't in front of him with an angry glare in her eye. She cleared her throat, finally finding a small amount of sound come out of her mouth, but his attention to whatever he was typing did not falter. She cleared it again, this time ensuring that it was loud enough for him to hear and respond to. His eyes broke it's connection from the laptop screen and the blue ocean met green forest. She felt a hitch in her breath at the sudden connection. The intensity of his stare brought chills to her spine and she almost felt bad for disturbing his concentration. She almost apologized had it been not for her realization that she wouldn't have bothered him if he hadn't stolen her favorite drink. He raised an eyebrow and a playful smirk appeared on his face. Had it been another time, she would be game to play their little debate just like the old times but now all she could do was sigh in defeat. "I'm not in the mood Juggie." She finally said after their long staring game. He shrugged and closed the lid of his laptop. He waved his hand at Pops to which he was answered with a nod, a fair and mutual exchange between regulars. "So tell me, what did our beloved Archiekins do this time?" He said while leaning on the table. "What makes you think it's Archie?" Betty countered, hoping for even 1% chance that not everyone knows about what she felt for Archie. Well except for Archie himself. "Come on Betts, don't insult my knowledge. You practically loved him since childhood. Your eyes yearns for him whenever he's not around and if I didn't know any better, you have a magnet in your body that's being pulled towards him." He said rolling his eyes. She chewed on her lip in anxiety. Was she really that obvious? "What makes you think he did something then?" She challenged, trying my best from delaying the admission of what had transpired tonight at the Homecoming after party at Cheryl's. "Let's see. You're wearing a dress that's screaming Homecoming dance so that means you attended the overrated dance which is "the highlight of everyone's high school life"." He made quotation gestures with his fingers as he said the last bit. "However, instead of wasting the night with the boy of your dreams doing God knows what, you're sitting here at Pops and having a conversation with me, the last person on your "potential dating list" - if Included at all and the person you haven't talked to since summer started." Betty opened her mouth to say something but no words came out. She tried to process his words but found herself at a loss. She felt bad at his last statement since it was true that she hadn't had a decent conversation with her reserved friend since before freshman year ended. It wasn't that she hadn't tried. During her internship, she attempted several times to contact Jughead to check on him but it was either ignored or responded with one word texts that screamed end of conversation. She thought he was going through something at the moment and didn't want to push him so she gave him some space to breathe and hoped that when she returned they would fall into their normal routine and become the best of friends again. Except, everything had turned out worse. "So it's either you just want to remember your Homecoming dance spending time at Pops and eating - drinking rather, Strawberry Milkshakes or Archie did a stupid move and hurt you." The blonde girl sighed and looked at her lap in embarrassment. Had she been so transparent? "Well, the milkshake is already a no considering you drank all of mine." She said softly while lowering down her head. "Here you go." Two plates of burger and fries and a tall glass of chocolate milkshake appeared in front of them. Jughead gave a quick nod to Pops before digging in his favorite food. Betty was surprised when the extra plate was pushed in front of her. She really wasn't up for eating thus the reason for her milkshake order. "You have to eat Betts, last time you drank a milkshake on an empty stomach, you were brought to the hospital." He said before indulging in his burger. She felt warmth in her chest realizing that Jughead was just looking out for her when he drank her favorite treat. She pushed the nagging thought at the back of her head as she already felt bad enough tonight and she really needed a break from all the negativity. "If it makes you feel better, I'll buy you a new one if you promise to finish the burger or the fries." He said taking a last chomp on his burger and now turning his attention to the side snack. Betty smiled weakly and started munching on the fries. The burger was really too much for her appetite. "So do we play 21 questions or am I gonna wait for you to open up?" He said. She was surprised at his proposition and thought very carefully on what to do next. If she opened up to him easily, she won't get a chance to ask him things that had been nagging at her since summer started. She saw the opportunity of finding out what truly happened between her two best friends and was determined to get it out from her dark haired companion. She gave him a look and was about to open her mouth in response when he beat her right to it. "Right 21 questions it is." Betty was surprised at how easily Jughead could read her mind and how much he knows about the way her mind works. She would've blamed it on being best friends since childhood but she could recall Jughead being a bit shy around her until 3rd grade. If it hadn't been for Archie's failed attempt at getting his two best friends to like each other, they wouldn't have gone past the acquaintance stage. But that's a story for another time. "Okay Juggie let's play. But the rule is, we get to ask each other one question each--" she started "Well that is the point of the game--" he cut her off. "--each day." She finished. He couldn't hide the surprise look on his face when what she said had registered in his mind. "Excuse me? Are you saying what I think you're saying?" He had his hopes that he understood her perfectly well but he just had to get confirmation from the girl next door. "Well, we need it Juggie. After weeks of ignoring my texts and phone calls, I figured, this is our only way of catching up. So, are you up for it? 21 days of being stuck with my probing questions?" He was surprised to see a smile on her lips. She had a playful glint in her eye that almost made him spill everything to her before he caught himself. "Fine. But we each get a free pass for those questions that we really don't want to answer." She nodded at the additional rules he made. "Okay I agree. We can't say know when the other triggers for the 21 questions. Like when we're at school and I feel like asking you, you have to answer. Got it?" He pondered for a while before agreeing to my terms. "Fine but the 21 days doesn't have to be done straight. We can take breaks every now and then. Deal?" She looked hesitant, as if he found a loophole to her strategy of opening up to her. But she resolved in her head that she just had to really think about her questions to get the most out of their game. Make it seem like he had to use the free pass to every question then go for home run. "Also, whatever is shared here will not be disclosed to anyone else. Okay?" She added which gained a smirk from the boy. "I get it Betts. And it's not as if I have someone to tell." He said rolling his eyes. Betty felt a tug at her heart when she realized that Jughead had no one. As in no one. He used to have them - Betty and Archie - but then when he and Archie had a fall out and he started ignoring her, he wasn't left with anyone else. She felt guilty for not trying harder to make him talk to her. She felt that she failed her obligation of binding the two friends. She regretted going to her internship And leaving the two boys to themselves. The wave of emotions that passed through her was so overwhelming that she started to feel her nails digging at her palms. A pair of warm hands covered her hands and pried it open. She was surprised at the look of worry that was evident on his face. "Hey. It wasn't your fault Betts. Don't be too hard on yourself." She opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She would just reserve whatever it was for their 21 days of questioning. She nodded, squeezed his hand before pulling away. "So." He started breaking off the awkward air that had build up. "Is it a deal then?" "Deal. Let's flip on who goes first." She pulled out a coin in her pink purse and placed it on her two fingers, ready to flip. Jughead gave a small nod signaling her to do it. She flicked her fingers. "Heads." He called while the coin was up in the air. "Tails." She responded before catching the coin and putting it down on the table. They stared at each other for a while, hearts beating at top speed. They were anxious on who's going to ask the questions first and what questions were in store for them. Breaking off the connection, they both turned their attention to the coin which displayed tails. A triumphant smile played on Betty's features and Jughead couldn't help but laugh. It looked like she just won the lottery. "Hmmm what to ask.." she said in deep thought. Jughead had hoped that she wouldn't ask about his family. It was way too personal for a first question and he knew he might use his pass if that were the case. He wasn't ready to open that can of worms yet and drag her into his messed up life. "Okay, here's an easy one. Why did you ignore my texts and calls this summer?" She said, her eyes had lost its playful glint and was replaced by a piercing gaze. One that could devour a lie that he was planning on saying so Jughead opted with the truth. "Archie and I kind of gotten out of track this summer. I'm not sure if he mentioned that to you. So I thought, I didn't want to burden you with the choice of who you were going to remain friends with. I was just looking out for you Betts." She felt anger bubble in her chest. She wanted to tell him off for doing something that "he thought was best for her" just like what her parents were doing to her and Polly. She was so through with people deciding what's good for her and what's not. It's as if they think that she cannot decide on it for herself. She was about to tell him off when he continued talking. "And I kind of wanted to protect myself from the pain of not being chosen. I didn't want to get mad at you or anything so I just decided to cut things off for us. That way, I would be the bad guy and not you." Her anger melted away and was replaced with remorse. Who would've known that Jughead felt this way about their friendship? That he thought she would instantly drop him if he and Archie had a fall out. She felt bad for making it seem that Archie would always be her first choice and that Jughead would always end up on his own. She reached her hand out to his and gave it a squeeze. "I'm so sorry Juggie if I made it seem like I would leave you anytime. I swear, that wouldn't have been the case. You know I care about you. I wish you would've talked to me about it." She babbled, feeling the build up of tears in her eyes. "Hey. It was my decision Betty. This is exactly why I decided it on my own. I didn't want to trouble you with that choice. I didn't want you to lose sleep on it. I didn't want you to make a decision that would make you doubt yourself or make you regret something. I'm okay with that Betty and I don't blame you for it. Not even a little." She wiped her eyes with the tissue that he offered and nodded. "But that's gonna change now Juggie. Promise me you'll answer my calls and texts from now on. I can manage being your friend you know. Just because you and Archie had a misunderstanding, doesn't mean I'll stop being your friend." He hesitated. He wanted so much to talk to Betty again but was afraid to be vulnerable and get hurt. He knew it was a fact that Archie and Betty would end up together and he wasn't sure if he wanted to stay and see it happen right before his eyes. For the most part, he wanted to spare himself of the pain of having to deal with Betty with someone else. He knew he couldn't deny it. He knew that the girl next door has a special place in his heart and no matter how hard he tried to deny or forget about it, it would always creep up on him at the end of the day. He was far too reeled in to escape the feelings he had for his best friend Betty Cooper. At first he thought it was just a passing crush. He blamed the lack of female companions for his growing feelings towards the blonde girl. But when a girl had liked him and tried to make a move that didn't end well, he knew that the lack of a female friend was definitely not the reason for it. As they grew older and as Betty had developed into a more mature, compassionate and beautiful girl, he couldn't help but like her more than how best friends should like each other. Betty was not the prettiest girl in Riverdale High. Well at least, that was what the school has declared. That title, for some odd reason Jughead couldn't comprehend, belonged to Cheryl Blossom. She wouldn't even pass as the smartest given that the holder for that one was Ethel Muggs. Not even the most talented as this was held by Josie McCoy. Betty was among those who were ranked in the middle. The average girls who occasionally got a second look from guys. But for Jughead, Betty Cooper sure was something and it was beyond reason how other guys couldn't see it. Especially their redhead friend Archie Andrews. He doesn't understand how Archie can appreciate so many girls in their school and yet he couldn't cast a glance at what he already has - the most perfect girl there is. "Earth to Juggie?" Jughead snapped out of his thought and landed back at Pop's. "Of course. I'll keep that in mind." He said, not wanting to discuss further how Betty would always be there. He knew if they dwell on their topic more, he might say things he would regret. "Okay, your turn. Ask away." She said sitting properly, back straight, chin up with her hands folded in front of her. It was almost as he she was prepping for an interview question. Jughead breathed in and out before firing away. "What happened tonight with Archie?" Betty knew he would ask it. She knew and tried to prepare herself for it but no amount of preparation could help her when he finally uttered the question. See, answering the question would make what happened between her and Archie real. Inasmuch as she wants to forget what he said and return to the happy bubble they used to call friendship, Betty knew that things would change from now on. That Archie would no longer be her comfort place but someone who would remind her of rejection and disappointment. Answering Jughead's question would only mean that they can never go back and pretend everything was okay. But Betty knew this couldn't have been the worst question she would face. She knew that she shouldn't waste a pass for this since by tomorrow, everyone would know about what had happened at Cheryl's anyway. "I told Archie my feelings tonight.." she started slowly. A lump forming in her throat suggested that she was about to cry again. "And he made it clear that we're not on the same page about it." "Betty I'm.." he started but she held a hand to stop him. She wanted to get everything out of her system first. "After the homecoming, we went to Cheryl's after party. I just wanted to forget about the rejection so I thought maybe spending more time with him at the after party would make him change his mind and see me like how I see him." She said recounting what had happened earlier. "So Cheryl, being Cheryl, thought it would be fun to have a 7 minutes in heaven game starting with Archie. She let the bottle spin and it stopped in between me and Veronica. But she made the call of saying it pointed to Veronica. I swear that girl will be the death of me." She sighed. Jughead could feel how it was getting harder for her to talk and wanted to stop her but then again, he knew letting it out would keep her from digging her nails in her palms. "I knew it was impossible that nothing would happen to them. The way Archie stared at her when we first saw her here at Pop's was everything I needed to see to know he's attracted to her. It didn't help that outside the closet, Cheryl and Reggie kept thinking up of stories of what was happening inside. After that I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and left and went here." She finished and finally looked at Jughead's face. His face was scrunched up in thought at what Betty had shared with him. First of all, he really thought that his ex-best friend was stupid beyond his understanding. How could he prefer a new girl over the girl who was always there for him? Second, they could give the guy the benefit of the doubt but then again Jughead thought this was Archie Andrews. He may care a lot for Betty but Jughead doubted that he would pass up on the opportunity to kiss a girl he found attractive. No offense to his ex-best friend but that was the truth. "I'm sorry Betts." Jughead, despite being the eloquent aspiring novelist that he is, couldn't find the best words to comfort his friend. If this had been Archie, he could've said a list of things for making Betty feel that way. But this was different. He was walking on eggshells with her. He didn't want to hurt Betty anymore than she already is. "Why are you apologizing Juggie? It's not your fault." She said before giving a small smile and squeezing his hand. She was surprised when Jughead, as if lost in thought, started to intertwine their fingers together. She felt comforted by the warmth of his hands. She observed her dark haired friend and saw how tired his face looked. It seemed as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. The bags underneath his eyes spoke of countless sleepless nights writing on his laptop. She felt his thumb draw circles at her hand and slowly her eyes started to close. Betty began to wonder things about Jughead. What would happen if it had been Jughead who Betty had fond feelings for? She wasn't sure if it would've been easier considering her friend's take on romantic relationships. She knew Jughead wasn't the type seeing his lack of affection towards the girls in their year. At least that was what it seemed like. But then again, as if her memory played with her, she began to remember. She began to drift off back to a particular memory in middle school. Betty, Archie and Jughead were like the Golden Trio of their year. They were inseparable. Wherever Betty was, Archie and Jughead were sure to follow. During that time, Jughead had started developing - his voice lowering a few tones and his height increasing almost half an inch each month. Puberty had hit him good, as what people would say. In those times, Betty was sure enough that she had developed a girly crush on her best friend. Contrary to what people said, that she had been in love with Archie since forever, Betty had actually liked their dark and mysterious friend first. She was drawn to his witty humor. He would always say something that made Betty laugh and she looked forward to their hang outs after school. But Jughead, being Jughead, had no romantic inclinations towards anyone as he found it troublesome to like a girl. He had based it from a time when a girl had confessed to him and wanted him to be her boyfriend. When he rejected the idea, she started off spreading rumors of him being weird and gay. That's when he placed being in a relationship to his things he'll never do list. Betty was looking forward to seeing her two best friends after spending a week at her grandma's. She was on her way to the Andrews household and spotted the two huddled up near the garage. She overheard them speaking about Jughead and the girl who spread rumors and was about to announce her presence when Jughead said something that made her chest hurt. "I swear Arch, this relationship thing? This isn't for me. I wouldn't want to be associated with anyone. It's too troublesome." He said, frustration evident in his face. Betty then resolved to forget her crush towards her friend and keep everything platonic between her and her dark haired boy. After that, she and Archie started to get along pretty well at the start of their Freshman Year, Jughead being a bit distant from her and all. She guessed that Jughead didn't exempt her from his "stay away from complicated women" policy. Archie had been sweet and took all of her attention from Jughead and the rest is history. *Buzz Buzz* Betty snapped out of her reverie and pulled away from Jughead's hands to retrieve her phone. "Hello mom?" She answered. "Betty? Where are you? Your dad says you weren't at school when he dropped by." She asked, her voice sounded a bit concerned. "I'm at Pop's mom. I left the dance early." She saw the look Jughead gave her as if asking if she was in trouble but he shook her head. "I'm going home in a while." "Well your dad's on his way home. Want him to pick you up?" "Sure mom. I'll wait for him here." She then cut the call and placed her phone back in her bag. "To be continued?" She smiled at Jughead. He smiled back before nodding at her. It was 5 minutes later when she heard the familiar honk of their card signaling that it was time to go home. She was getting up from her seat and saying goodbye when she recalled something he had said earlier. "Oh and Juggie? You're not the last person." She said in a quiet voice that he almost missed. "Excuse me?" He said, wanting to clarify if he had indeed heard it correctly. "I meant, you're wrong. You're not the last person . Not the first maybe but definitely not the last on that potential date list." She said with a smile that almost shattered his every belief of mediocre relationships and archetypical teenage romances. She then walked away not waiting for his answer. He shook his head in amusement. Betty Cooper was indeed an interesting girl. He hated to admit it but he was looking forward to the next time they play the game.

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