#yes I did have a tough time in Middle School thank you

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Ah, the Foam-Flower!

Silm fandom, this is for you.

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write a Paige fic with them being rivals on the court but secret lovers off the court please and thank you patty🫶

yes ma'am 🫡

Always and Forever

Summary: You and Paige hate each other, or that's what you have everyone else thinking.

wc: 1,780

Contains: swearing, two kisses, just fluff

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For as long as you could remember, you loved basketball. You don't know when it started, but you knew that it was gonna be your future career. You joined your first team in 5th grade, and quickly became MVP, making progress faster than you could blink.

There was another girl in your class, and for whatever reason, she hated you. She also happened to be on the same basketball team. She made it known she didn't like you, because the first day of tryouts, she shoved you for no reason. Her hatred for you didn't stop there though, she refused to pass the ball to you, even if it meant costing your team a game, or taking unnecessary risks.

Nobody knew why she disliked you, but that animosity only grew as you both did. But there wasn't anything you could do, you both loved basketball, and you weren't gonna stop playing because some kid didn't like you.

But what you didn't know is that she felt the exact opposite. She was so painfully in love with you and so deep in the closet that she didn't know what to do with these feelings. Her only solution was to make you hate her.

Another thing you didn't know is that you felt the exact same way. If an outsider were to look at you two, you'd think it was one of the most intense long lasting rivalries of all time. But you two were head over heels for each other.

You only found out your junior year in high school, because the teachers and coaches were tired of you both bickering. They put you two in a room and told you to figure your shit out. Obviously, it started in a screaming match, but eventually you both grew tired of arguing, and a different type of tension filled the room.

You both start to have an actual conversation, without the arguing and fighting. Of course, there were small jabs at each other, you both still weren't friends, but by the end of the day, you weren’t enemies. Nobody knew that you were gay, so the only solution in your eyes was to pretend to hate each other.

Eventually, she admitted her feelings for you, and you didn't say you liked her back, but instead answered with a kiss. You started dating shortly after, and decided to keep your relationship on the down low. You both know it's for the best, as not everyone was open to the idea of you being gay, including your parents, so you both continued pretending to hate each other.

Even if everybody else thought you couldn’t stand each other, you were so head over heels for the kid who hated you for all of elementary and middle school.

Little did you know that kid would end up being the Paige Bueckers.

“So how does it feel being matched up against Paige Bueckers? I know that you guys have a long history.” the reporter asks, her smile matching yours. Oh, you have history. She's been your girlfriend for about five years now, but the media didn't know.

You and her were never super far from each other, since she got accepted to Uconn, and you got a scholarship to CCSU. The colleges were only thirty-five minutes away from each other, so that made seeing each other much easier.

“Yeah, it's gonna be tough, she's a good basketball player, y’know, great defense, amazing three-pointers.” You smile at the camera. “I'm excited, I can't wait to absolutely destroy her. I've done it before, and I'll do it again, no problem.”

The reporter chuckles at your words. “Big talk, can't wait to see the match up. Anything last words for Paige?” You can't help but smile at the reporter’s egging you on.

“Yeah, give me your worst, Bueckers. I'm coming for you, baby.” You say with a wink, before thanking the reporter, and walking away. You can't help but shake your head at the ridiculousness of your empty words. Everyone but Paige thought you were being serious, and to an extent you were, you had a bet with her that you'd score more than twenty points this game, but the rest was bullshit.

Of course, Paige saw the interview, laughing at your ‘seriousness’. So when it was her turn to be interviewed, she had to say something back.

“I mean, it'll be a fun game. Can't wait to see the big game that CCSU’s ‘top player’ was yapping about.” She throws up hand quotations and tilts her head mockingly as she speaks. “I'm excited to bring her hell and knock her off that tall ass high horse she's sat herself on.”

The reporter is eating up every word coming out of Paige’s mouth.

“Lots of trash talk from both ends, it seems the feud continues?” Paige nods and smiles. “Always and forever.” She winks at the camera as she speaks.

Always and forever.

The words Paige made you repeat back to her when she gave you the promise ring that you had safety-pinned to your jersey at all times. When you first put it there, it sent the media into a spiral, rumors spreading like wildfires. When interviewers finally asked you about it, you said there was someone, but the rumors about who were all incorrect.

Nobody would've guessed Paige, and you both made sure to keep it that way.

The game was just as tough as you imagined it would be. With 4 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the score was tied, 89-89. It was the Huskies ball, and they had one chance to win.

Nika passes the ball to Aubrey from out-of-bounds, starting the shot clock. Aubrey sneaks past defense, and attempts to pass into Paige. But, Aubrey's defender blocks the shot with her fingers, sending the ball flying into your hands.

You react quickly, sprinting back towards the basket, watching as the shot clock hits one second. You're only half-court, but you don't have enough time to get any closer, so you take the risk and let the ball fly.

Just as the ball leaves your hands, the buzzer goes off, and the stadium goes silent as the ball soars through the air. You freeze as you watch the ball fall through the net, the crowd erupting into screams. Your shot went in, making the final score 92-89.

You're immediately surrounded by your teammates, who are chest bumping you, and dapping you up. This moment is something you never want to end, but there's something missing. This moment won't be the same without one thing.

You manage to wiggle free from your extremely hyped up teammates, ignoring your name being called as you make your way to the Uconn bench. You try to ignore the eyes on you, as you find the only person you want to ever have to look for.

When you spot the back of her head, you quickly make your way to her before your confidence runs out. You pull her sleeve, and her eyebrows furrow as she makes eye contact with you.

“What-” She starts, but you cut her off.

“I'm going to kiss you now.” You say, but you don't move. You want to make sure this is what she wants, but as the smile grows on her face, her compliance becomes clear.

“Okay.” she nods as her face turns a bright pink.

You grin as you pull her into a searing kiss, her hands finding your waist as she reciprocates your passion. You hear the gasps around you, which only makes you smile more. When you feel Paige grin against your mouth, you wrap your arms around her neck.

She pulls away, laughing as your whine. Even though there's thousands of people in the room, she only cares about you. “Guess they know now.” she chuckles.

“Paige Madison Bueckers! What the fuck?!” KK screams, causing Paige to roll her eyes and look over her shoulder. “Can I help you?” She deadpans. “I'm a little busy right now.”

KK’s jaw drops even more from the audacity. "I can see that, I better be filled in after."

Paige looks back at you and smiles. “Yeah, later. Now, do you mind?”

“Oh, by all means, continue making out with your arch-nemesis. Don't let me, the six giant cameras, or the sold-out arena stop you.”

You laugh at this, kissing Paige’s cheek before pulling away. You look at your team, and around the stadium, and everyone's sharing the same expression, jaws dropped, eyes wide, and frozen in shock. You look up, and see yourself on the big screen.

Paige smiles down at you, her arm still wrapped around your waist. “I can't believe you did that. You're fucking crazy.”

You shrug and smile. “You love it.”

She kisses the top of your head. “Damn right.”

After the excitement of the kiss calmed down, the same reporter from earlier asked to interview both of you, to which you of course said yes.

“So what is your guys’ relationship status?” She asked, pointing the mic in your direction. You smile widely before answering. “Paige is my girlfriend, and she has been for five, almost six years.”

The reporter shakes her head in shock. “What made you guys choose to keep it a secret and cover it up with a seemingly harsh feud?” This time, she hands the mic to Paige, who shakes her head.

“Well, it started out real. Like I could not stand her, ever since we were on the same basketball team in fifth grade. But eventually, I started to like her, then I started to love her. Turns out she liked me too, so in high school we started to date.” She finished with a shrug.

“Oh wow, I mean this is a shock to everyone. You both played it off very well. What were some of the hardest moments?” You nod as the reporter speaks.

“Probably pretending to not care, especially if one of us has a rough loss or a great win. It was hard not to comfort or celebrate publicly.” You say.

“So everything after junior year in high school was fake? The rivalry, I mean.”

You smile. “Yeah, it was all for the cameras.” Paige’s eyes light up as she looks down at you. The camera picked up on the sparkle in her eyes as she looked at you with nothing but love.

Her hands squeeze your waist as the interview ends, and you both walk away. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you've never felt happier.

You knew that whether the world knew or not, it was gonna be you and her.

Always and forever.

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taglist: @wintersstan @bueckerslover @lilia22hicks @fake-intelligences @girlokwhatever @pbloverr @breeloveschris

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yes, chef

masterlist

based on this request from the lovely @cool-iguana

summary: joel miller is the head chef of a prestigious michelin star restaurant in the city. after working for him for over a year, you're determined to not let his ill-temper and cutting words dampen your spirit and love for your career. you won't give in at chipping away at his tough exterior, living for the hope of finding something sweeter below the surface

pairing: no-outbreak, chef!joel x f!reader

content/warnings: angst, joel is a cocky piece of shit, hurt/comfort if you squint

a/n: so i've been binging the bear. what of it. if you have culinary experience i am so sorry, i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about. i literally just watch masterchef.

"I need that grilled octopus plated. Now. This ain't a fuckin' old folk’s home."

"Yes, chef!"

Joel Miller was mean. That was the first thing you had learnt upon stepping into his kitchen over a year ago.

You'd know what you were getting yourself into before you'd even arrived at the restaurant for your first day. Joel's reputation preceded him; he was notorious for running a tight and intimate regime, so successfully that he'd earned a Michelin star to his name. The restaurant itself was a small but sweet seafood and farm-to-table bistro in the middle of the city.

It had taken some settling in, to put it lightly. You had your fair share of culinary experience having worked your way around Europe as a poissonier after graduating culinary school. Still, the other chefs at Joel's restaurant had been working in kitchens since you were in diapers, as they frequently enjoyed reminding you.

Despite the high expectations and fast pace of the kitchen, you soon found your feet.

"On the pass for saucier, chef."

Luke, the restaurant's saute chef, rushed to your side, saucepan in hand. He delicately poured an olive oil, shallot, and herb dressing onto the tentacle, stepping back to indicate the dish was ready to be taken out onto the floor.

"Good job, sweetheart." Luke winked at you, placing a light tap on your ass.

As much as you loved your profession, degradingly misogynist gestures were extremely common. You'd made the mistake of calling out a sous chef earlier on in your career, soon realising how ingrained this kind of mindset was in the older generations you found in a kitchen.

So, you gritted your teeth and got on with it.

"This is a kitchen, not a brothel. Feel each other up on your own damn time." Joel called across the room, making you thankful for the heat of the kitchen masking the blush across your cheeks.

"Yes, chef. Sorry, chef." Luke responded, tail between his legs.

You continued preparing your seafood dishes, feeling Joel's presence lurking behind you.

"Waitin' for that sea bass to come back t'life?"

"No, chef."

"Then fuckin' grill it."

"Yes, chef."

"Too busy thinkin' 'bout your fuckin' boyfriend over there if you ask me."

You were a good chef; not even a decent chef, but a really fucking good one. You put your everything into your dishes, and Joel knew that, meaning his degrading comments stung even more sharply.

Sometimes it felt as though he specifically targeted you. You had wondered if it was down to your age, or maybe simply because you were a woman. You never did anything that warranted such scathing words, yet you were the main recipient of them.

You did what you do best, and just got on with it. You carried on the rest of the night enduring his small but cutting digs in your direction, as well as a slap on the ass from Luke after plating up each dish.

Maybe it was the heat of the kitchen, or your patience wearing thin, but when you'd braved a particularly vicious snide comment from Joel back-to-back with a far too over-familiar hand on the waist from a passing Luke, you snapped.

"Fuck!" You shouted, slamming your fists down, realising just too late that your left hand was in perfect line with the grill.

Your reflexes kicked in instantly, pulling your hand to your chest with a pathetically weak hiss. Thanks to your prior outburst, everybody's gaze was already fixated on your station. Your eyes caught Joel's, fury burning on his face.

"Out. Now." He ordered.

Now it was your turn to tuck your tail between your legs, still clutching your hand as you barged out of the back door.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't you fucking dare cry.

Blatantly, your body wasn't listening to you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes before rapidly falling down your face. You had tried to stand up for yourself, to make a stand, and you'd failed miserably.

You were so in your own head that you hadn't heard the kitchen door open, the sound of a small cough causing you to not so discreetly wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

"You're not fuckin' blubbing, are you?" Joel scoffed.

"What's your fucking problem?" You spat, surprising yourself with your tone. Fuck it, you thought. Probably fired anyway, may as well go for the jugular.

"Why are you so mean to me, and only me? I work my ass off in that kitchen, day in, day out. Harder than anyone else, including you. You don't give any of the others half the shit I get. Is it because you're some soon-to-be dried up lonely chef with just your ten-year-old Time Magazine front cover to keep you company at night that you've got such a stick up your ass? Or are you just a sexist pig?"

He whistled and raised his eyebrows, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his back pocket, taking one for himself before offering you one. You accepted, leaning forward for him to light the end for you. As he flicked the lighter, you flitted your eyes up to meet his, which were already trained directly on you.

The second thing you had learned about Joel Miller, not so shortly after the first, was that he was beautiful. Whenever you caught his all-consuming, hazelnut eyes lingering on you, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies swarm in your stomach. It had been hell swallowing your attraction for him for well over a year; you knew the reason his curt words and stoic attitude hurt you so much was because you were desperate to impress him. Not because of his status or accolades, but simply because of the kind of man he was. He was rough around the edges and cruel just for the sake of it, but every now and then you would catch a tenderness to him. Namely, when his daughters came to visit the restaurant and he would scoop them up in his big arms, transforming into a loving teddy-bear as soon as he stepped out of the kitchen.

You stayed close to him after pulling away, both of you taking a drag in silence.

"S'only five years old, actually."

"What?"

"My Time Magazine cover. Only came out five years ago."

"Right." You suppressed a laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you'd found his comment humorous.

Another couple of minutes of silence passed as you soaked in the distant noises of traffic from the inner-city; the mixture of the far-off bustle, the warm summer night, and the nicotine rushing to your head made your outburst feel like a distant memory.

"You any better at pouring a whiskey than usin' a grill?" Joel asked, breaking your momentary tranquility.

"Excuse me?"

He didn't respond, rather, half-opened the kitchen door and barked for the sous chef to cover for him.

"Let's take care of that hand'a yours."

The adrenaline coursing through your blood had shifted your focus from the searing pain in your palm, which now came rushing back to you all at once. It could’ve been worse, but you were eager to ease the tight stinging as quickly as possible.

You followed Joel through to the back office, the commotion of the kitchen down the hall a honeyed murmur through the closed door. He placed two tumblers and a half-full bottle of whiskey in front of you.

“If you’d be so kind.”

As you poured the drinks, he rifled through the overflowing shelves for the never used first-aid kit.

He took a swig from his glass before taking your hand in his, turning your palm upwards and resting it on his lap. He worked in silence, brushing over the wound with cleaning solution, gently dragging a thumb soothingly up the side of your hand each time you hissed through your teeth at the pain.

His touch was uncharacteristically gentle; he took his time in applying the antibiotic cream, rubbing smooth circles over your blistering skin.

“So, you and Luke an item or somethin’?” He asked, a hint of something coating his voice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Are you serious? God, no. He just seems to have a problem keeping his hands to himself.”

Joel’s head snapped up, meeting your gaze for the first time since you’d sat down opposite one another.

“I’d never have let him touch you like that if I knew.”

Unsure how to respond, you took another swig from your glass to keep your mouth occupied.

“M’sorry, by the way. For always bein’ so harsh on you. I just know you’re talented-”

“Don’t give me that I just want you to reach your full potential shit. I know you don’t care enough for that-”

“I don’t care? That what you really think?”

His tone was softer now, if you didn’t know him better, you would’ve sworn you could hear a twang of sadness in his voice.

He gently dressed your wound, taking care in placing the adhesive and securing it with a bandage. He tucked the loose end into place but kept a gentle grip on your hand, rubbing his thumb over your padded palm absent-mindedly.

“Course I fuckin’ care, that’s the damn problem.”

“You’ve got a real funny way of showing it.” You scoffed.

He poured you both another round, taking a swig of his drink before rubbing a hand over his mouth, a laugh creeping across his face.

“You were right earlier, I am fuckin’ washed up and lonely. I should’ve left, got more than enough damn cash than I know what to do with. Nothin’ I want more than to disappear to a farmhouse somewhere w’my girls, leave all this pompous shit behind.”

“So, what’s stopping you?” You asked softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“You walkin’ into my kitchen like a damn angel sent from above.”

A breath caught in your throat. It must be the whiskey, you thought, he’s probably loosened up and horny, trying his luck for a token of your appreciation for him putting you back together.

“I thought t’myself, how can I up and leave now, when the most beautiful woman I ever saw has just walked into my kitchen?”

“You’re drunk.” You tried to rationalise, not believing the words tumbling out of his mouth.

He held his hand out flat, as still as a surgeon’s, as if it would somehow prove he was telling the truth.

“M’not, see. I just thought you n’that idiot in there were fuckin’.”

“Oh my god,” your eyes widened, leaning back in your chair at the realisation finally piecing his actions together.

“You were jealous.”

“Of him? Never.”

“Don’t lie to me now, Joel. You thought we were together and you were jealous. That’s why you were always so fuckin’ mean to me.”

His cheeks reddened as he brought a hand to the back of his neck.

“Maybe I was. Hated thinkin’ of a girl like you endin’ up with a piece of shit like him.”

“In comparison to what, someone like you?” You leant forward, placing your glass on the side before rising from your chair to stand in between his legs, resting your hands on the sides of his rough face.

“Now, sweetheart, would that be so bad?”

[hunieday]

Nikaido Yamato - Drama Collection vol.2 Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Natsume Minami: Good evening, Nikaido-san.

Natsume Minami: I heard that we'll be appearing together on a variety show next time to promote the drama. I look forward to working with you.

Nikaido Yamato: Hey there, Natsume-chan. Thanks for your courtesy.

Nikaido Yamato: So about that show... they said the theme this time is "youth" in relation to the drama, and they sent a bunch of surveys about it

Nikaido Yamato: What did you answer, Natsume-chan...?

Natsume Minami: Oh. Aren't you looking forward to the talk on the show?

Nikaido Yamato: Well yes, but I'm just wondering about the direction you’re gonna be taking

Natsume Minami: Direction?

Nikaido Yamato: Are you gonna answer it lightheartedly or seriously?

Natsume Minami: Well, I think we need to be serious.

Natsume Minami: That's why I even answered the 5th "Please describe your flavor of youth" question seriously.

Natsume Minami: I wrote that it “tasted like milk tea."

Nikaido Yamato: Oh, so that's what "flavor of youth" means, as in what you drank the most back then.

Nikaido Yamato: Well, ŹOOĻ sells the tough-guy image well so you should be fine with that answer.

Natsume Minami: What do you mean back then? I was talking about when I was in school, I was really into drinking black tea.

Nikaido Yamato: Oh, I see!?!?

Natsume Minami: Oh my. What did you think I was talking about?

Nikaido Yamato: No, my bad. It's nothing.

Natsume Minami: 

Natsume Minami: So, what's your flavor of youth, Nikaido-san?

Nikaido Yamato: Uhhhhhhhhh...

Nikaido Yamato: Maybe melon...

Natsume Minami: How adorable. You like it, don't you?

Nikaido Yamato: Well, yeah...

Natsume Minami: Did you also eat it during those "back then"s you mentioned?

Nikaido Yamato: Forget about that LMAO

Nikaido Yamato: But maybe we’re too young to be calling it "youth", I just liked it as a kid and used to eat it a lot.

Natsume Minami: I’m guessing “youth" refers to teenage years, but it's complicated to define. There were other questions about what we did after school.

Nikaido Yamato: I see. You were busy with work, Natsume-chan.

Natsume Minami: Yes. Unfortunately, I was always so busy with work that I don't remember much of my school days.

Natsume Minami: If anything, I think now feels more like youth for me.

Nikaido Yamato: I get that.

Nikaido Yamato: Hanging out with those guys feels like I’m back in junior high.

Nikaido Yamato: We do things like chugging soda in the middle of summer, having snowball fights in winter, it’s like I’m doing kid-like stuff all year round.

Natsume Minami: Sounds fun. It's like having a little family.

Nikaido Yamato: Maybe LMAO

Nikaido Yamato: ŹOOĻ kinda feel like siblings too

Natsume Minami: Wait a moment. Who's the oldest?

Nikaido Yamato: That’s what you’re concerned about?

Natsume Minami: It's extremely crucial.

Nikaido Yamato: If we ignore the age, the oldest would be Inumaru, then you, then Mido, and the youngest would be Isumi I guess...?

Natsume Minami: I see. Our interpretations aren’t too off, but Mido-san and Isumi-san could probably be reversed.

Nikaido Yamato: Huh? Mido’s the youngest?

Natsume Minami: Since he’s a cute guy.

Nikaido Yamato: Maybe Natsume-chan is the oldest son after all...

Natsume Minami: You're also quite cute, Nikaido-san.

Nikaido Yamato: Where though!?!?!? I'm three years older than you, I’m a grown man who loves beer!

Natsume Minami: During skateboard practice you asked, "Natsume-chan, if I fall, will you help me?" 

Natsume Minami: I thought the way you were trying to tug at my heartstrings by acting like a spoiled child on purpose was cute.

Nikaido Yamato: Don't say it was on purpose LMAO

Natsume Minami: Your character this time resembles you in that aspect quite a bit.

Nikaido Yamato: Oh, he was pretty spoiled wasn’t he?

Nikaido Yamato: He couldn't accept his best friend leaving, so he blamed everyone around him for his problems and vented his bad days to his friends so they would comfort him

Nikaido Yamato: Wait... I kinda feel like I’m having déjà vu...

Natsume Minami: Oh?

Natsume Minami: In reality, all he wanted was to skate with his best friend again, but he couldn't say that one word, so he struggled with despair all the while.

Natsume Minami: He was unable to be fully emotionless, so he couldn’t help but show vulnerability and kindness to those who loved him, which resonates with you deeply.

Nikaido Yamato: Damn. You really went into details 

Natsume Minami: It's fun. I enjoy discussing acting with you.

Nikaido Yamato: I feel the same thing. I feel like we fit each other’s style more every time we’re acting together, Natsume-chan.

Natsume Minami: Are you flirting with me?

Nikaido Yamato: So wanting to work with you more is the same as flirting with you now?

Natsume Minami: You're making me blush.

Nikaido Yamato: Liar LMAO

Natsume Minami: It's true. You said "I just wanted to laugh and skate again. It’s enough for me that I was able to do it today." in the script. Your expression at that moment was just like that.

Nikaido Yamato: That’s the one thing you praised me for on the spot, it's embarrassing to hear it again in text

Natsume Minami:

Natsume Minami: Being able to discuss our work like this feels like youth to us, doesn't it?

Nikaido Yamato: Maybe you’re right! I'll write that the coffee I'm drinking now is the flavor of youth.

Natsume Minami: Can I match your answer? I was just drinking some too.

Nikaido Yamato: Oh, what a coincidence. Though the flavor of youth turned out quite bitter.

Natsume Minami: It's a special flavor, just like us.

[koizumicchi]

LIP×LIP RADIO 2024 (Track 2) English Translation

LIP×LIP RADIO 2024 TRACK 2 English Translation

LIP×LIP 2nd Album Umarete Kita Koto Ni Kansha Shinasai

sample track

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T/N: Keep in mind that Japanese and English aren’t my first language. I never claim my translation (attempts) to be error-free. As always, if you’re going to use or reference my translations, please do not claim it as your own and credit me.

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Both: A special radio to commemorate the release of the 2nd album. 

Aizou: Well then, in the next one, we will do a little corner. I think we will completely dump it here - the acting skills we had honed with great efforts.

Yuujirou: For some reason, things were going smoothly, weren't they?

Aizou: I wonder if there are many Julietta who were also looking forward to this corner.

Aizou: So, the corner name! Ready, go!

Both: An improvisational acting corner that answers our questionnaire!

Aizou: This is a corner where we improvise answers to the situations that have been asked in advance from our listeners - situations that they want us to perform.

Yuuijrou: Eh, so we have such a questionnaire~

Aizou: You know about it. So about this questionnaire… Yuujirou, how many do you think we received in total?

Yuujirou: Eh, I wonder how many… It must be quite a lot. About a thousand?

Aizou: Believe it or not, it’s over three thousand!! 

Yuujirou: Three thousand!? Eh!? That many?! That’s amazing. I really didn’t expect that many.

Aizou: Thank you to everyone who thought of us!

Yuujirou: This radio is made possible with everyone’s help and cooperation. Still, that is an astounding number.

Aizou: It’s because the 3,000 number is based on the application entries. Combined with the number of themes, the total is much more than that. We also looked at the results of the questionnaire beforehand, but the truth is, we split those in half between us.

Yuujirou: So that’s it. But I see, there wasn’t anything that I wanted to see on my own themes.

Aizou: Because we are making it like we choose our themes for each other. 

Yuujirou: What did you choose?

Aizou: It would be more fun seeing those for yourself in action~

01:40

Aizou: Then for the time being, shall we first start with Yuujirou’s improvisational act?

Yuujirou: From me? Well, I’m fine with it though.

Aizou: Alright. Let’s proceed with a good tempo. 

Aizou: Then, your theme is this. “At a classroom after school hours, I’m alone with Yuujirou-kun. I want him to teach me how to study.”

Aizou: With this theme… Three, two, one, if you please.

02:08

Yuujirou: You want me to teach you? Alright. Which questions were you unable to solve?

Yuujirou: Ah. This, huh. Lend me your pen for a bit. This one - place it here… 

Yuujirou: Here, try to solve it on your own.

Yuujirou: Yes, yes. Uh-huh. You’re correct. 

Aizou: Wow. That’s quite good. I can picture the setting sun shining through the window. Probably Mathematics, right? Do your best in your studies, Julietta!

Yuujirou: Then, the next one is Aizou’s theme.

Yuujirou: Let me see… this one~

Yuujirou: “I want Aizou-kun to take the injured Julietta to the clinic.”

Aizou: This one is also set in school, huh.

Aizou: Okay.

Yuujirou: Three, two, one. If you please.

Aizou: What’s wrong? Are you alright? Your leg is injured! Wait for me here. Teacher! They’re injured! I’ll take them to the clinic!

Aizou: It’s tough to walk, right? Is it okay to carry you in my arms like a princess? *carries Julietta* Then, shall we go?

Yuujirou: You’re getting into the role~

Yuujirou: And in the middle of class at that. Reporting it properly to the teacher, and carrying them in your arms like a princess.

Aizou: That way would be much cooler, right? Ah, how did I do? I wonder if my improvisation was appropriate for the situation…

Yuujirou: Haven’t you done well and went beyond~

Aizou: Just like this, then. Let’s keep going!

Aizou: “Say, at school, I forgot my umbrella and Yuujirou-kun shared his umbrella with me.”

Yuujirou: Oh, it’s already this time when I’ve done my homework. I have to hurry and go to the agency. Ah, it’s raining. I’m glad I’m carrying a folding umbrella. It seems like the rain will be quite heavy…. Huh? What happened to you? Eh? You don’t have an umbrella..? I see. Then, would you like to share my umbrella with me, even though it’s small? I’m alright with it. I don’t mind getting a little wet myself. You’ll catch a cold. Let’s go quickly.

Aizou: You’ve done it perfectly~

Aizou: It’s certainly true that Yuujirou carries a folding umbrella with him.

Yuujirou: As for Aizou, you use the vinyl umbrella, right? He often loses it.

Aizou: Someone steals it!

Yuujirou: Then, onto the next one!

04:20

Yuujirou: “I want to be confessed to by Aizou-kun at the middle of our summer festival date.”

Aizou: Huh? Oh, it’s the questionnaire date person.

Yuujirou: They want to hear this because they love you very much. Three, two, one, if you please.

Aizou: Hey, the summer festival is fun, but it’s really hot, isn’t it? It’s so hot that I’m sweating. *takes a deep breath* Hey, umm… that is… I have something to say to you…before the fireworks start. I- I am in love with you! Hyuh!! Don!! Pa, pa, pa!!

Yuujirou: *laughing* Why are you going so far as to act out the sound of the fireworks?! Or rather- Aizou- You’re the type who confesses nervously?

Aizou: I tried connecting the summer heat and the sweat of nervousness in response to the theme of a summer festival.

Yuujirou: Oh, so you’re doing a code like that. Your improvisation of doing the fireworks is amazing.

05:28

Aizou: The next one is for Yuujirou.

Aizou: “I want to hear Yuujirou’s speak selfishly in his speech for the position of the student council president.”

Yuujirou: On this occasion, I am Yuujirou, running for student council president and speaking in self-interest. This is sudden, but- does everyone here love idols? Idols encourage the fans who support them. I believe they have the power to cheer you up. In the event that I am elected for the student council seat, I would like to invite everyone to see LIPxLIP LIVE, free of charge. By all means, please vote for me.

Aizou: You-! That’s bribery!

Yuujirou: It’s free invitation so it’s okay~ Ehehe~ 

Aizou: Is that really true?

Yuujirou: Eh,  on to the next theme… this one, then.

06:11

Yuujirou: “I wrote this while feeling down after making a mistake at work. I want to be welcomed by Aizou, who is waiting for me as my butler at home.”

Aizou: Ah, a theme which is unexpectedly straightforward has come out. I was expecting they’d write another weird one.

Yuujirou: *sounds excited* So, greet me with, ‘Do you want a meal, a bath, or….?’. I leave it to you~

Aizou: Is that a condition attached to it? Did the request really go that far?

Yuujirou: Nope, it’s my own special adjustment. Well then, the theme is absolute. Three, two, one, if you please.

Aizou: Ah. Welcome back. Ah? What’s wrong? You have a depressed look on your face. Something bad happened at work? Ah, I see. Hmm… That must have been difficult for you. You’re going to be okay. Let’s solve it slowly. No matter what happens, I will always be on your side.

Aizou: Oh, right! I have already prepared a meal for you. Eat until your stomach is full and forget about your problem for now. If you’re tired, I’ve already heated the bath. Will you use it first and relax? Or….shall I embrace you tightly to welcome you home?

Yuujirou: You’re good. You have already broken through it head-on.

Aizou: You are still simple-minded, Yuujirou~

Aizou: Okay, it’s about time we do the themes that they would like for the two members of LIPxLIP to perform.

Yuujirou: Should you and I act it out together?

Aizou: Ah. Yes. When it comes to themes, there are some that are aimed at Julietta. Shall we go with this first?

07:40

Aizou: “If your unit name wasn’t LIPxLIP, please try to greet us with your rejected unit name.”

Yuujirou: One that has been rejected, huh. Which will we choose? Some terrible and foolish ones though.

Aizou: Isn’t it okay to go with that? The one given by the President… Ai Love Yu

Yuujirou: That sounds awful! I’m glad it got rejected.

Aizou: Our greeting will be… well- let’s go with what we come up with on the spot.

Yuujirou: Okay! Three, two, one, if we please.

08:07

Aizou: Everyone! Were you waiting? This is Aizou (愛蔵), who’s name is written as Love’s (愛) Possession (蔵).

Yuujirou: I’ve missed you! This is Yuujirou (勇次郎), who’s name is written as the Valiant (勇) Jirou (次郎)

Both: We are- Ai Love Yu!

Yuujirou: Sounds awful!

Aizou: Led by that unit name, even our speech turned out sounding lame. Anyway, the mood is somehow there and I have mixed feelings.

Yuujirou: Well, I’m glad we went with ‘LIPxLIP’.

Aizou: Right?

Aizou: Yuujirou, I leave the next better-sounding theme to you.

Yuujirou: Got it. Eh, how about this one? We received quite a lot of requests though.

08:45

Yuujirou: “Julietta is the princess. I want to have LIPxLIP as my butler.”

Aizou: It will be the way we talk to Julietta, right? That’s good. Alright! Three, two, one, ready, go.

Both: Welcome back, my lady.

Yuujirou: Thank you very much for your hard work. We’ll humbly store your luggage over here. Would you please allow me to hold your hand?

Aizou: We will leave the food here. And please leave your free hand to me. I will humbly make you feel better, my lady.

Yuujirou: If you will choose me, I will humbly relieve your fatigue.

Aizou: No. If you will choose me, I will make you forget all the unpleasant things.

Yuujirou: Which escort-

Aizou: -Would you prefer?

09:36

Aizou: Our role is that of a butler but it doesn’t deviate much from the usual things we do. It’s easy.

Yuujirou: If LIPxLIP were both butlers, it would turn out to be something like this.

Aizou: Like, ‘Which escort will you choose?’

Yuujirou: Merely a butler but has quite an attitude.

Aizou: We have time so let’s jump to the next one~ Then, the next one will be this.

09:55

Aizou: “What if you both turned into each other’s pets?”

Yuujirou: Eh? Umm, one acting as the owner and the other as the pet4, which one will we do?

Aizou: Ah, yes, let’s do that. My pet is a cat, so we'll have Yuujirou turning into a cat. Three, two, one, let's go.

10:11

Aizou: I'm home! I've missed you! Have you been well?

Yuujirou: Welcome back, meow.

Aizou: Huh? You aren't as energetic as before. What's wrong?

Yuujirou: Geh- I'm in full spirits, meow! Like I always am, meow-

Aizou: But you- You have always meowed at me in a much sweeter tone. Let me hear your usual sweet and adorable voice~

Yuujirou: .....

Yuujirou: You creep me out, meow.

Aizou: Oi! Don’t make it sound like your owner is a creep!

Yuujirou: It's absolutely a no for me to turn into Aizou's pet!

Aizou: *laughs* Geez. It's an answer towards a request. Well then, for the next one, it's my turn to become Yuujirou's dog.

Yuujirou: You're right. It feels more satisfying to express thoughts into words than as a cat. Three, two, one.

10:54

Yuujirou: It's time to walk you around! Come over here!

Aizou: Woof! Woof! Going for a walk! Woof! Woof!

Yuujirou: But the truth is… we're going to the animal hospital. Here, I’ll walk you, let's go for a walk~

Aizou: Ha? Hos..pi...tal...? 

Yuujirou: We’re going on a walk so be at ease~

Aizou: *whimpers and howls like a true dog*

Yuujirou: Aren't you good at acting like a dog!? Are you a dog in your past life?!

Aizou: There are animal videos of dogs whose facial expression changes the moment they realize they’re headed to the animal hospital. Those are the ones I saw recently.

Yuujirou: Ah, I love animal videos too. They're so cute, and when you start watching, you can't stop, right?

Aizou: Ah! The next theme is already the last one. Regarding this, they said to pick one on the shorter side.

Yuujirou: Understood. A shorter one...

11:39

Yuujirou: Ah. “I want LIPxLIP to tell me it’s my birthday."

Yuujirou: With this, we can say a few words.

Aizou: Nice. Then, let's say it after 'ready, go'. Let's go.

Aizou: Ready, go~

Both: Julietta! Happy birthday!

Aizou: And with this, it had become the signal of the end. And that’s all there is regarding the situation challenge.

Yuujirou: It's over~ How many themes did we do in total? 1, 2, 3... Eh~ about 10? We've worked hard a lot.

Aizou: Pretty feels like five. Haven’t we gotten considerably good with regards to our acting abilities? Offers might come to star in a drama.

Yuujirou: No, it won’t. First of all, do your best when thinking of the life of an idol as our main job. We need to be able to have more fans to support us, you know.

Aizou: Right? Are you aware?

Aizou: The number of our male Julietta is also increasing little by little.

Yuujirou: Yeah. It makes me happy. Of course, I am also happy with our female Julietta. I want to become an existence that would be loved by many.

Aizou: Yes. Like being grateful for being born into this world where we, LIPxLIP, exist.

Yuujirou: Oh. That was quite smooth.

Aizou: Right?

Yuujirou: And with that, it’s almost time for this radio to end, shall we end it by saying a few words from each? 

Aizou: Okay!

12:58

Aizou: Julietta, thank you for listening until the end. I'll be happy if you would enjoy our 2nd album. May our singing voices reach your hearts.

Yuujirou: I want to convey my gratitude to Julietta as well. Thank you for continuing to support us this far. This world is full of all sorts of things to enjoy, but it will make us happy if you will support LIPxLIP from here onwards.

Aizou: We still have a lot to work on from this point on.

Yuujirou: That is correct. We have to continue doing our best.

Aizou: Well then, around this part on this radio…

Yuujirou: Julietta- 

Both: Thank you!!

13:44

Aizou: Thank you for your hard work!

Yuujirou: Thank you for your hard work!

Aizou: Improvisational acts drain a lot of my calories.

Yuujirou: But in the end, we could only do 10.

Aizou: It’s selected from over 3,000 entries. I wanted to do a little more…

Yuujirou: Are there other themes you were curious about?

Aizou: Ah. “If LIPxLIP has to fight as an angel and devil, what will happen?” Something like that.

Yuujirou: Hmm... An angel and a devil, which is which?

Aizou: Of course, I am more of an angel, so I'll play the role of an angel! The demon role fits you more.

Yuujirou: Haa? What are you saying. 

Yuujirou: I'm 10,011 times more of an angel than you are.

Aizou: How can you say that while glaring at me like a demon.

Aizouo: *sighs* Haa… You and I are never on the same page. Moving forward, the other themes you were curious about?

Yuujirou: Something like, what if we are locked in a room where only one of us can get out?

Aizou: I’m leaving you behind and I’m going out. 

Yuujirou: Go in the same room, get out how we want.

Aizou: We say things freely like this.

-END-

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - fifty-three | halfway there

“Um, Seonghwa?” You asked as you appeared in the doorway of his office.

He looked up from what he was doing, glasses perched on his nose. “Yes?”

“That guy is here, and you told me to tell you so you could cover for me?”

“So soon?” He took his glasses off.

“I think… since San started randomizing my shifts, he started coming in more, so he can try to catch me.” Your hands were clasped together, and you wrung them a bit, nervous at the thought of this guy trying so hard to see you. That his original discovery of your weekly schedule by coming in every day has failed because of San, so his solution was to come in every day just to see if you were there. 

He nodded and stood. “Alright. I’ll help Minsoo. You can go ask Wooyoung to train you in the kitchen.”

You nodded. “Thank you.”

“Go to the kitchen now, I’ll be down in a moment.”

You left for the kitchen and snuck in as quietly as you could, putting your hands over Wooyoung’s eyes.

“I already saw you,” he laughed.

“Guess anyway.”

“My soulmate?”

You took your hands off and smiled. “You’re right!” 

“Wow, who would have thought?” He asked, pretending to be excited for a moment before he got serious again. “That guy’s here?”

“Yeah,” you said with a frown. You sighed heavily, resetting your emotions as best as you could since you at least knew that for all he knew, you weren’t working. “What can I learn today?”

“We’re making a castella cake. I’ve only made them once, but they seem to be popular again so we’re going to make some.”

“Those are the fluffy, jiggly ones, right?”

“Mhm,” he smiled.

You nodded.

Seonghwa walked to the cubby area and put his apron on and left for the counter.

Wooyoung looked past you. “Ohh, Minsoo is going to work with her crush?” He whispered.

You smiled. “Yep.”

“At least this guy showing up is good for someone.”

You tilted your head. “You’re not wrong.”

“Hmm…” he set his chin into his hand theatrically. “Should we spy on them for a bit?”

“Wooyoung…” You admonished.

He raised his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Okay.”

“Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the second door so you could listen in.

“Hello Minsoo.”

“Oh-- Hi oppa.”

He smiled at her. “I haven’t heard you call me that since we were in school.” 

She smiled slightly, awkwardly, before turning around, her whole face red with blush.

“She’s so cute,” Wooyoung whispered.

“Adorable.” You smiled.

Minsoo busied herself with something as she waited for her flush to subside.

Seonghwa stood at the counter, looking out into the café. He didn’t seem to be looking in the direction of the guy-- the stalker. You were pretty sure that’s what this guy was at this point; he kept coming into your place of work to try to talk to you and, if not that, stare at you. He was a stalker. But Seonghwa didn’t seem to be looking in his direction, only looking out into the café itself. 

After a few minutes of quiet, the bell on the door jingled and Minsoo seemed to relax.

“Did he leave?” You asked Wooyoung.

“Maybe?”

“I suppose…” Minsoo started. 

Seonghwa turned to her.

“I suppose you’ll be going back to your office.”

“I can stay up here a few more minutes if you like.”

“Oh…” She nodded.

“We haven’t gotten to talk to each other very much outside of work, despite my knowing your cousin for so long.”

She shook her head. “We haven’t.”

He chuckled.

“What?”

“I was just remembering-- it was almost strange to meet you again, the only time I had met you before San and I opened the café was when we were still in high school and you were in middle school.”

“Oh… yes. I remember that.”

“I remember you looked like such a fresh-faced kid.”

“Oh… I remember you differently.”

“Oh?”

She nodded.

“How so?”

“You looked so cool at the time.”

He chuckled. “Did I?”

“Mhm. Your eyebrows were very stern and you have great eyes and your cheekbones… you looked like a tough guy from a kdrama.”

He laughed. “Really.”

“You did. And you looked so cool when you performed in the dance club expo and wore stage makeup-- like an idol.”

He smiled and turned away for a moment. “I didn’t know you went to that.”

“San and I went together, to support you. We made signs and cheered for you the whole time.” He nodded. 

“Wow,” Wooyoung whispered to you. “I’ve never seen Seonghwa look bashful before.”

“That’s bashful?”

“Bashful for him.”

“Umm… but… yeah,” Minsoo thought for a second. “I’ve always thought you were cool.”

“Come on, kid,” you whispered and held up a fist, “confess. You can do it.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Thank you. For thinking I was cool.”

Minsoo nodded and opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it and nodded again.

Seonghwa smiled at her.

Wooyoung sighed and laid his head on your shoulder for a moment in exasperation. “She almost had it.”

You shook your head. “Halfway there, living on a prayer.”

“Ugh. I can’t stand Bon Jovi.” 

You laughed quietly.

He sighed again and stood, patting your shoulder. “Let’s make castella cakes.”

“Okay, so…” Wooyoung trailed off as he looked at the recipe, a finger tracing the steps you had already done in order to make sure they had all been done. “We made the egg white meringue, then we started the next part with the egg yolks and whites, milk, the cooking oil, and you’re almost done sifting the flour…” He stared at the recipe for a few seconds as he read what was next. “Once you’re done with that, we’ll add the flour and then we’ll do the next step.”

“How am I adding the flour?”

“Once you’re done sifting it, we can just dump it in.”

You nodded. You made your way through the last of the flour and tapped the sieve on the side of the bowl to knock any errant flour into it. “No special way to add it in? Just add it in?”

“Just add it in.” He nodded.

“Alright.” You put the sieve on the counter. “So I can do it like this?”

You took a big pinch of flour, crooked your elbow and…

“I’m surprised you thought I was so cool, I was quite the nerd back then.” Seonghwa added with a chuckle.

“Oh, you’re not a--”

"DON'T SALT BAE THE FLOUR INTO THE EGGS!! YOU'RE WORSE THAN I AM!!" Wooyoung screamed from the kitchen.

Minsoo’s eyes widened in surprise and she and Seonghwa turned to the kitchen and heard you laughing.

“You’re making a mess!” Wooyoung hollered.

Seonghwa sighed. “I’m so glad there’s no customers in here right now.”

Minsoo giggled.

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(IDOLiSH7) Touma Inumaru - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 2 - Where's my rice ball?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Touma Inumaru: Takanashi-san, thank you so much for waking me up at the TV station's cafe earlier! I totally dozed off!

Touma Inumaru: Thanks to you, I’ll be able to make it to my next appointment on time.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today. Utsugi-san told me he couldn't reach you, so when I saw you, I decided to call out to you…!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I was worried something might have happened, but I'm relieved you were just napping.

Touma Inumaru: Man, you really saved me!

Touma Inumaru: I was planning to message Utsugi-san saying I was taking a break at the cafe, but I fell asleep before I could.

Touma Inumaru: By the way, I was really out of it when you woke me up, wasn't I?!

Tsumugi Takanashi: You mean when you said, "Where's my rice ball?"

Touma Inumaru: Aargh— yes, that!

Tsumugi Takanashi: You said it the moment our eyes met, so it really surprised me! Lol

Touma Inumaru: Haru was making rice balls in my dream, but he only gave them to Mina and Tora, not a single one to me lolol

Tsumugi Takanashi: So that's what that was about!

Touma Inumaru: That's right lolol I was probably talking to the Haru in my dream when I said that lol

Touma Inumaru: Anyway, you really helped me out today, so let me thank you properly next time!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Oh, no, it was nothing! You looked tired, so please don’t push yourself too hard.

Touma Inumaru: It’s not exactly that; I’ve been trying to get up early in preparation for next week’s "Idol's Smile." I’ll have to wake up at 4 AM every day, so I wanted to get my body used to it.

Tsumugi Takanashi: Even for a 7 AM appearance, you'll still have to get in early for meetings and such, after all > <

Touma Inumaru: Exactly. Plus, I'm so nervous I might wake up even earlier lol. Which is why I can't afford to look sleepy in the morning.

Touma Inumaru: But yeah, I was so wide awake that I couldn't really sleep last night either.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I’m the same way before a big live show. I get so excited that I just can’t sleep...!

Touma Inumaru: Were you the type who couldn’t sleep the night before a school trip?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Yes > < I would go to bed early, but I just couldn't fall asleep…

Touma Inumaru: Same here! I'd get too excited thinking about what would be in my lunch or about the clothes I'd wear.

Touma Inumaru: I remember staying up late the night before a school trip in middle school. When I woke up, I realized I was 30 minutes late and jumped out of bed yelling, "Whaaaaa!" lol

Tsumugi Takanashi: That sounds terrifying!

Touma Inumaru: I was seriously panicking lolol I ran to the station and made it just in time, but I got onto the bus with a bedhead

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Touma Inumaru: I absolutely can't afford to be late for the show, so I really need to fix my sleep schedule.

Tsumugi Takanashi: With all your other work, it must be tough to adjust, but I’m cheering you on...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I heard from Utsugi-san that you also practice during your breaks from filming and lessons.

Touma Inumaru: Yeah! I’ve been practicing my smile and getting feedback from my members!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

1) What did Isumi-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He suggested I read the business section of the newspaper to prepare for any questions during the news segment, but it's filled with too many difficult kanji for me lol

2) What did Natsume-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He suggested I try to act like a cute, puppy-like guy to match the morning show's vibe. But I'm not sure I even come across as a puppy-like guy to begin with.

3) What did Mido-san say?

Touma Inumaru: He advised me to stay calm and speak slowly since I tend to talk fast when I'm nervous. It's true that clarity is important for morning shows!

Touma Inumaru: Basically, they said that being myself is the best approach.

Touma Inumaru: They said that if I just act naturally without overthinking, my good points will naturally shine through to the viewers.

Tsumugi Takanashi: I can tell that everyone in ŹOOĻ really trusts you, Inumaru-san…!

Touma Inumaru: It made me really happy too.

Touma Inumaru: It's a bit embarrassing, but I want to live up to their support and make this a success!

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm even more excited for next week now!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 2.

[lonesome-witching]

I Wanted to Make You Smile

This was a difficult prompt to tackle because of the fact that I have zero knowledge about dogs. But here you go. Thank you for the anonymous prompt of Robin getting Nancy a puppy because Nancy is struggling at school.

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“I got kicked out of class!” Nancy shouted. The door to the apartment still open. “I just got fucking kicked out of class because I asked a simple question.” 

“What did you ask?” Robin leaned over the back of the couch to face her girlfriend who was now pushing the door shut. 

“I just asked him if he got his views from 1930 because most of his theories are bullshit. I didn’t add the last part.” 

Robin couldn’t help but laugh at the comment. She had gotten well versed in the views of Professor McLaren over the past few weeks. He was a homophobic piece of shit, that much was sure. But Nancy’s obvious disdain for the professor was starting to have an effect on her grades and therefore an effect on her mood. 

“Sorry, sorry about laughing. Do you want me to cook your favorite meal to make you feel better?” 

“I- I’m not very hungry. I think I’m just gonna head to bed.” Her demeanor changed from angry to defeated. There probably was more to the story than Nancy dared to say and it made Robin sink further into the couch, almost as defeated as her girlfriend. 

—

Puppies for sale. Ring doorbell.

Robin read the sign again and again, debating whether this was a good idea or not. She knew Nancy loved dogs, Nancy even mentioned wanting a dog. But then again, they were college students, they really didn’t have the money. And to be fair, Robin wasn’t entirely sure they were allowed to have pets in their apartment. 

She rang the doorbell, regardless of the warning bells that were popping up in her head. Because she was convinced that it would cheer up her girlfriend. And after the events of the other day her girlfriend surely needed some cheering up. She’d barely come out of their bedroom at all. 

“Hello?” A middle aged man growled at her with a scowl on his face. Frankly if it were his puppies she’d need to save them. 

“Hi, I saw the sign in your window and I was just informing about the puppies.” 

The man nodded. He vanished into the house, returning moments later with a fluffy white furred Golden Retriever puppy. “Here you go. It’s the last one so it’s take it or leave it, I’m afraid.” He pushed the dog in Robin’s arms. 

“Oh, he’s the cutest little thing.” Robin pushed her fingertips through the fur. “How much do I owe you?” 

“That fucker you can get for free.” And with that he slammed the door in her face. Leaving Robin to wonder if there was anything wrong with the small dog she was now carrying home. But he softly licked her cheek and Robin couldn’t assign a single flaw to the puppy. 

“He was just a mean old man, wasn’t he?” She asked the dog who barked happily in response. She’d take it as a yes. 

She struggled opening the door while holding the nameless pup. Her keys falling from her hand. She leaned down to pick them up right as the door was being swung open. 

“Thank God you are home, I was just…” Nancy stopped talking as her eyes caught on the dog in Robin’s arms. “Are you holding a puppy?” 

“I am.” Robin replied with a smile, still standing in the doorway, the entrance blocked by her girlfriend. 

“Whose dog is that?” 

“Yours. Ours.” 

“You got us a dog?” 

“Look, I know you were having a tough time at school and I hated seeing you come home so defeated and sad. I thought that maybe this little fella would help cheer you up. I just really wanted to make you smile.” Robin pushed herself closer to Nancy, hoping to gain entry to her own home this way. 

It worked because Nancy slowly stepped out of the way, her eyes still glued to the animal. But there was a soft smile shining through her confusion. 

“He is really cute.” She stated as she softly scratched behind his ear. “Thank you, Robin.”

[phanofclouds]

i was tagged by @drunkenromantic to answer the get to know me tag! thanks a lot for tagging me !! 🩵

1. Do you make your bed?

yes i do ! especially if i’m at home. i like to have my room tidy and, as it’s pretty small, that comes quite easy

2. Favourite number?

27, because i’ve had some good, but also some bad coincidences with it

3. What's your job?

i’m currently a student and i don’t work as of right now sooo, none :)

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

absolutely no because of constant burnout + the people.

5. Can you parallel park?

well i used to while i was learning how to drive, but after i got the license i’ve tried once, miserably failed, and never tried it again. (i probably should re learn it though)

6. Do you think aliens are real?

i don’t know, you should ask casper ruud or alexander rossi

7. Can you drive a manual car?

yes, i’ve only ever driven manual cars actually

8. Guilty pleasure?

probably listening to reggaeton? although the more time passes, the less guilty it is

9. Tattoos?

i really like them, but i can’t see myself ever getting one unless i’m 1000% sure about what i want to get

10. Favourite colour?

turquoise ! i also love most shades of blue and green

11. Favourite type of music?

tough choice…i would say pop, rock, indie, and whatever muse do i guess. shoutout to most genres of albanian music as well

12. Do you like puzzles?

i do ! haven’t done one in ages though

13. Any phobias?

thanatophobia. yeah.

14. Favourite childhood sport?

i wasn’t into sports at all as a child, but i’ve tried and, to a certain extent, enjoyed athletics during middle school, so i would probably go for that. i’ve also watched the occasional world cup/euros matches as a kid, but more for the vibes rather than for the football itself

15. Do you talk to yourself?

i’ve got to admit this, i do it all the damn time

16. Tea or coffee?

both ! not a single day goes by in which i don’t drink at least one of the two

17. First thing you wanted to be when growing up?

whatever barbie did in her movies, i wanted to do as well. no wonder i actually have no clue what to do with my life now

18. What movies do you adore?

i’m anything but a movies person, but if i had to list some of my favorites, i’d say dead poets society, the truman show, toy story, the maze runner saga

this was fun ! i’m tagging @nick-cassidy @dacchamp @jakehughesrace @aliassimes @carlosheinz (no pressure to do it of course !! <3)

[alaydabug2]

@sparklenarniawizard

Broken heart/Broken mind

Chapter nine

(Human AU)

Sophie and Keefe met in the children's hospital when they were little. Because of how long they were confined to the four walls of the hospital, they became very close during their stay.

As the years pass, they wind up being in the same classroom together due to their physical conditions. This makes their bond deepen.

But are they able to handle when life gets tough, throwing problems and complications their way?

Fifth grade:

Sophie walked onto the playground halfway through recess.

When she walked up to her friends, Biana ran over and jumped on Dex's back, "Where were you yesterday?"

Dex buckled under her weight. His knees wobbled. "For the last time, Biana, quit jumping on me!"

She got off, "You're no fun."

Sophie laughed. "I was at the neurologist. Had to do some brain scans and get my medicine adjusted." She turned to Keefe, "Did you not tell them?"

Keefe furrowed his brows. "I thought I did."

"Well, apparently not," Tam said.

Keefe rolled his eyes. "Oh, wow, sorry that not all of us can be as perfect as you."

Tam narrowed his eyes.

So why weren't you out here earlier?" Linh asked.

Sophie was in the middle of climbing the rock wall as she answered, "Had to make up my work. I'm all caught up now, though."

"Well, good!" Biana exclaimed. "Now we can play. I vote for tag, and Dex is it!"

She nearly shoved him when she tagged him. She raced off to the other side of the playground. Sophie and the rest of her friends scattered.

Dex stood there like a wide-eyed deer. "No fair, I wasn't ready!" he shouted. He raced off to go tag one of his friends.

When they were done, they sat sweaty under the awning. Sophie wiped the sweat. From her face. Keefe was leaned against the brick wall, still attempting to catch his breath. Biana took her hair out of the pony tail and shook her head to let it free.

"You guys excited for middle school next year?" Tam said.

"Yes!" Dex exclaimed. "They have a robotics club. I'm so excited to be able to sign up. What about you guys. Wanna do any clubs or sports?"

"I'll probably do the animal shelter volunteering," Linh said.

"That sounds fun," Biana told her. "I want to try and do tennis."

"I can completely see you doing that!" She turned to Tam. "What do you wanna do?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to join anything. If I do, probably cooking."

They all turned to Sophie and Keefe. Dex said, "What about you two?"

"I kind of want to try to give swimming a shot," Sophie said. "I asked my doctor yesterday if I could, and he said I should as long as my medicine works. I'll just have to be careful. But I'm good at telling when one's about to happen, so it should be fine." She asked Keefe, "Are you going to try to do anything?"

"Umm... I haven't really thought about it." He ran a hand through his hair. "I'd like do to sports, but I'm not able."

Sophie eyed him. "Since when? You're just not allowed to do contact sports. There's still plenty you can do."

"Yeah," Biana agreed. "There's basketball, tennis, baseball, soccer. Although I wouldn't do soccer if I were you," she advised. "Fitz did it this year. He's gotten trampled. Five times. Although he is enjoying baseball right now."

"Actually," Keefe pondered, "Baseball doesn't  sound half bad."

"See," Sophie said. "You can do that!"

Linh gasped. "You guys will be in our classes next year, won't you?"

Sophie's face lit up. "You're right!"

Keefe smirked, "You guys are going to regret that excitement. Sophie's not going to be the only one I can prank anymore."

"Thank God," she muttered under her breath.

"Oh, don't worry, sweet little Sophie Foster," he rested his chin on her shoulder. His grin was wicked. "I still have PLENTY saved up for you."

Tam snorted. "I feel bad for you, Sophie."

"Me too," she grumbled. "Me too, Tam."

The whistle was blown to head inside. Sophie and Keefe said goodbye to their friends and went their separate ways. Sophie waited as Keefe gulped down half an ocean from the water fountain, and rushed to catch up with their classmates inside the classroom.

[madebyteenagefury]

have you made the house md ocs yet?

so, about that!

short answer: yes! yea i have :D

longer answer: yeaaa i did but.. making oc is always tough for me because i never seem to get attached enough to them to keep pushing through and developing them. being the only fan in a fandom where YOU have to create the source material is not really my jam haha. i have much more fun engaging with other peoples oc’s and characters from existing media.

but for you, i’ll commit to making a proper sheet for him. for now, here’s a little (very bare bones) overview of my guy!

introducing Max! he’s 33 (at the time of season one, based on my hopefully correct math of everyone else’s ages.) and an elementary teacher! he exists in the same universe as @privatehousesanatomy ‘s oc kadee. he lives in the same apartment building as her and house, which is how they become friends at first! he does graphic design on the side and while his family helped put him through school for his bachelors in elementary education he’s hoping putting himself through for a masters in graphic design. he comes from an asian background (his family is from the middle east, they immigrated in the late 70’s) and he is bilingual (i love any excuse to use my family’s language in my fandoms, an oc you can project on is the perfect way lol) he loves listening to classical music while he draws, his favorite things to draw are still life and portraits. he is an only child. a little physical description of him; he’s got chase ish length thick black wavy hair (difference between their haircuts is that max’s bangs are longer so they go down to his chin) which he usually pins back, dark brown eyes, an oval face, he’s about 5’10

here are some VERY early, on the fly sketches of him (both when i was in artblock AND i lost my sketchbook for a hot minute hence the lined paper😭double whammy)

the one on the left, those marks around max’s eye are where i erased glasses many times. originally he was going to have glasses but it’s not been set in stone, idk if i’ll keep them (yes that is wilson, i heavily referenced a @/noahdea.art drawing and ran with it, second one was just me messing around fully pulled out my ass that’s why it looks a lil jank but wtvr)

so yeah that’s kinda all i have of him! thanks for sending in that ask @former-lurker it pushed me to flesh him out just a little more. y’all pls feel free to ask me more about him and just lmk what you think!! this was actually super fun and helps/encourages me to delve into him and his world a bit more each time and who knows maybe this one will finally stick.

[mariamariquinha]

Hi!

I wasn't sure if you were taking requests but I thought I would pop one into your ask box anyway!

I hope she's wilder than your wildest dreams

Hey, sweetie! How's it going? Thank u so much for your request!

Before anything, I may add: yes, my blog are always open for requests. I'll take my time to answer them, like this one, but I will! You all can send me anytime! ❤

NOW...

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She (Colonel Carrillo x f!reader)

(may I add this gif? I love it.)

Summary: He didn't expect you to show up.

Word count: 1.08k

Warnings: Hints of smut, drinking, small glimpse of violence and Horacio per se. He needs his own warning ALWAYS.

Author’s Note: I hope this is what you expected, honey! Thank u again for the request!

And yes.

Carrillo would be a great sub. And he would like it.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

From a very young age, Carrillo was precocious, too mature for his age at the time. As a kid, he had the ideas of a teenager; as a teenager, the ideas of a man. On all these occasions, everything felt more like a projection of what he would be like as an adult, which left him very lost and uncertain of what it all really meant.

Maybe it was because his father had left too soon, forcing little Horacio to do something that before was just a grunt teaching after he fell off his bike or not fighting back the teasing of the older boys at school. Be a man. Be tough.

This led him to look for things that came to define him as a person over the years, all linked to the simple and concise term of stability. In the Army, he was the most organized, obedient, and focused soldier. The best at everything he set out to do, the kind who liked to learn by himself but wouldn't pass up learning from someone who knew more, just for the chance to have more to be good at, trying at all costs to please a father who, if he had been proud of his son earlier, wouldn’t have left.

Horacio became Colonel Carrillo - collected, reserved and who asserted his pomp among his men. A gray zone of leadership that, under no circumstances, was seen as mixed up in the work itself as he was at that moment.

And besides, he didn't expect you to show up.

Among so much confusion, fear and apprehension brought by Escobar, it was common for people to have similar expressions, identical conversations, pessimistic future projections - a constant crossfire that almost always collapsed.

You lived outside of it all, he noticed. Despite what surrounded the news and any corner of Medellín, Horacio only had to lay eyes on you once to know that there was a unique exception. He found out, later, that you had been in Colombia for two years. You helped with extracurricular art classes at some schools on the outskirts and far from civilization, but at night you served drinks and beers to far less pleasant people. Your Spanish was close to impeccable and judging by the way you prostrated yourself at night work, there was more to the story than he would have guessed for you.

Neither you nor he spoke when you first bumped into each other. It had been a rough night for Carrillo and you were certainly busy behind that counter. You didn't serve him. This lack of contact lasted for three or four visits. On the fifth one, he got to know your true nature and only then did you talk.

A guy wanted to go after a colleague of yours, something like that. He reached to grab her by the waist, but not in time to see you arriving like a fulminating machine of anger and protection, using the mastery of your Spanish to tell him to go away. The guy raged, didn't listen to you, and when you saw that no one intervened to help you, the act came alone. A very strong, firm and accurate punch in the middle of his nose. Only one.

Like a warrior goddess. Like a savage with strong hands and a fixed look on your face, without hiding your emotions or fears to make your intentions clear. He followed you with his gaze until you returned to your post at the bar, which you noticed. The two of you looked at each other, that spark ignited, but Horacio was initially quiet as you walked over and placed both hands on your hips.

“Another one?”

He noticed his beer was finished. The only remnant left of the drink was warm, undrinkable.

“Sure.”

And you put another beer in front of him, cold and sweating with the condensation of the hot environment, but you didn't let go right away, surely hoping that Carrillo would stop with the falsely respectful posture of looking away from your breasts, squeezed by the discreet but firm material of the blouse you wore.

He decided to be more discreet, restrained - your right hand was red, right at the knuckles, and he knew it was from the punch you'd just landed on the patron.

“Are you okay?” It took a while for you to catch what he asked, and when it happened, you wiggled your fingers on the counter and looked at them for a moment.

“You should see the other guy.”

“Oh, I did. Where did you learn that?”

“I know someone,” You shrugged, measured his face in silence, then nodded to the beer. “It’ll get warm, Colonel. Better enjoy it now.”

It was unfair, he thought, to see that you knew who he was but it wasn't reciprocated. Horacio started going almost every week and the two of you talked more - never about what was going on, never about bad things, never about who he was or what he did. It didn't take long for Horacio to realize, little by little, that you were some kind of free figure, complete in your mission to be what you were in every way, which might have made him jealous, but just turned him on.

The first night was intense, particularly aggressive even. You took the attitude of kissing him first, of taking him to bed first, and he was left with the function of being dominated by whatever you were. You asked for more, you took more from him, you pushed him to his limits, and with each encounter he began to realize that you were on the same page, using that connection of two worlds so different for a unique, carnal purpose that didn't seem necessary or relevant until that moment.

He craved the sway of your breasts when he thrust hard, the wiggle of your ass when he took you from behind, or how you moaned unreservedly and disguised when he hit the spot. Craving, almost always, for the scratches you left on his back, the bites on his shoulders and thighs, or your soft mouth as you enveloped his cock with eagerness, determined to make him as mindless in pleasure as he tried to make you.

More than that, Horacio began to long for the moments when you were irritated (which were frequent), angry, raging or putting people in their proper place, as if you came from another place, another reality.

A wild figure, definitely. Wilder than his wildest dreams.

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Taglist

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@thesandbeneathmytoes

@616wilsons

@nessamc

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[tickldpnk8]

Yay! Love a good tag game, @marlowe-zara thanks for tagging me!

Are you named after anyone? Yes: my beloved grandma

When was the last time you cried? Man, I cry at everything...happy, sad, stressed, scared. Most recently over a very touching Oscar speech for a movie I hadn't even seen.

Do you have kids? Yup! One kiddo and that's where we'll stop

What sports do you play/have you played? Dance since I was six, followed by flag/color guard in HS/College, followed by swing dancing. I really miss it, but am excited that Kiddo is starting to get into it at our community center and we can do it together.

Do you use sarcasm? sometimes

What is the first thing you notice about people? their attitude/demeanor

What's your eye color? Brown :(

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings all the way: I hate scary movies

Any talents? art and languages come pretty easily to me

Where were you born? Midwest USA represent (waves to @marlowe-zara)

What are your hobbies? Reading, traveling and doing water color sketches of places I visit, printmaking (letterpress or lithography) when I have the creative energy outside of doing design professionally

Do you have any pets? Nope: too allergic

How tall are you? shorter than most people, but not the shortest: I basically stopped growing at the end of middle school

Favorite subject in school? Chemistry/Geology, German and Art (and of those, I double majored in German and Art)

Dream job? probably doing my hobby of letterpress printing professionally, but it's really hard to make decent money as a stationer so I'm sticking with UX; it makes for a good side gig, though, if times are tough (the tech industry has had a lot of layoffs, but so far so good 🤞)

Not sure who else has been tagged at this point, so tagging @scifrey @tryan-a-bex @lucienne-thee-librarian and @notallsandmen but no pressure if you don't care to (or I missed that you already did this one)

[cboffshore]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

thanks for the tag, @fabrowrites!

Tagging: @basicallyjaywalker and, uh, I'm not really sure. NWOD buddies, if you see this, you're all welcome to hop on too!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

Twelve! One is technically a mini essay collection and one is a poem, though, so ten proper fics.

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

122,397!!! Which is.... wow!!

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Ninjago. That's it. I don't really engage with other shows enough to write fic for them, and I think writing fic for IRL bands and such is weird as hell, so I don't that at all.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

Oh boy, let's see:

A Disappearing Act (Done Poorly) leads the race, which makes sense - she's been around the longest!

It Doesn't Take Much (To Cover Up Small Cuts) is a bit of a surprise, but so worth it.

The Splinter in the Blind Man's Eye: An Unofficial Revision . What a great group project. Too bad Tommy wandered off to work on Dreamzzz or whatever... This one is like a tombstone on my account. Or maybe a mausoleum...

Just Cross The Waters my beloved!

Coughing Up Feathers is one that I'm amazed isn't higher - kind of had a spike in activity when I updated OSSAS this year.

5. do you respond to comments

YES. I love to blabber. Please ask me questions!!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Elegy Above Sea Level isn't a fic - it's that single poem I mentioned earlier - but it's really the only work I have that ends on a purely bitter note. I don't deal in unbalanced angst, but I like this one. Goes down like a raw spoonful of cocoa powder, honestly, and I adore it.

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oof, that's... that's a tough one. I would have to say Coughing Up Feathers purely because it's got a miniature "everyone laughs" ending that still makes me smile when I read it back.

8. do you get hate on fics?

No, and you know what? I wish I did, sort of. Maybe not outright hate, though. As much as I love opening my comments to find my readers excited for me, it does get a little repetitive sometimes. Peer review me in the comments! Find an inconsistency and make me justify it! Lord knows I've done my share of criticism (on Tumblr and Discord, though - I'm just nice enough to not do it in the comments) and I think it would be fun to get that energy back. Plus, spite fuels me! If you make me mad, you get more writing. Win-win.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Nope. Never. I would rather eat pillow stuffing.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Not any more, but my very first fic from middle school was a god-awful triple hit of Star Wars (with total homebrew lore, all I kept were the lightsabers and Force tricks), Ninjago, and - get this - Lindsey Stirling. I abandoned it halfway through the Rise of the Snakes season installment.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! That's the nice thing about focusing on an underappreciated angle - everyone else pays attention to the big, popular stuff, and only the people who would appreciate it even look twice at mine.

12. what's the longest you've spent working on a fic? and the shortest?

If I Can Think (Of Something Clever) took me about three months of on and off writing, plus LOADS of planning, so that's my longest! On the other hand, I wrote Wouldn't It Be Grand? (It Ain't Exactly What You Planned) in the span of a few hours.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Not sure I want to, either, although maybe someday...

14. what's your all-time favorite ship? from all fandoms?

IT'S THE MISFORTUNE'S KEEP. I don't do romance, not really, although to properly answer that I will confess that I do like Jaya enough to write it now and then.

15. what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't really have any WIPs in limbo right now, so I don't have an answer here? Either I finish a fic or I lay it to rest when the momentum dies. No middle ground.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I'm very good at comedic timing and imagery! I love trying to paint the mental image of a room - sometimes I even do floor plans to help me out.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

I worry that my action writing is a little too straightforward - I write like I had to when I was a stage manager, so my actions are VERY cut and dried. It helps me visualize better, so I'm unlikely to change, but I wonder sometimes if my readers get sick of it.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've never done it, but I think it's a cool idea!

19. first fandom you wrote for?

Ninjago. I've never written fic for any other.

20. favorite fic you've written?

My favorite usually tends to be my most recent, so that honor goes to If I Can Think (Of Something Clever). It also breaks a few records - both in personal best fic length, and in the fact that it's the first fic I've ever seen that comprehensively gets to Nya's experience during e63 instead of just nodding at it during the aftermath. That entire series is fueled by that "be the fic author you want to see in the world" idea, because let's be real - there isn't a lot of Nya centric Skybound content. When there is, it's usually aftermath, but I want to see the thick of it! I'm doing my best out here.

[weridpersonhelp]

Sweeter than ice cream [1.]

Carmel chocolate swirl

Butters x reader

professor chaos x reader

The first day back at school wasn't easy for Butter’s; he was swamped with school work, and, well, let's just say his friends weren't the kindest as usual. The best way to start the first week of school, was a closing shift as well.

However, bless God, it was a quiet night; on a Monday night, not many people come

 It was almost his break, and Butters was scrubbing the tables for the third time tonight. He had 30 minutes left before clocking out and locking up. He was tired and about to fall asleep when, the teenager was startled by the doorbell; he wipes his eyes and looks. Only the new kid Alex and a girl who was hiding behind him

Walks into the empty store.

"Butters?" Alex asks shocked.

"Hey Alex! how are you?'" he asks, Alex chuckles lightly.

"Alright, I didn’t know you worked here!" The boy groans slightly and hunching forward from pain.

.

"Hey, you could be nicer! I am the one paying for this ice cream." Alex says revealing the other new kid his sister. Her cheeks were red and stained with tears, her eyes glossy ready to shed more tears to fall from her gorgeous Brown eyes. they Reminded butters of a milky chocolate and Carmel swirl ice cream; her hair was messy but looked soft than Cotton candy. Butter’s felt sad for the girl and wondered what upset her.

"Hello" her voice was soft and cracked a little, Butter's feels his face heat up a little.

"Oh right! Y/n this is Leopold or Butter's, Butter's my sister." Alex says.

"Why is your nick name Butters?" She asks, catching the boy off guard a little.

"Oh! it's my middle name! and it's better than saying Leopold!"

"Why not just say Leo then?" One of her eyebrows were raised, similar to how her brothers was when he asked the same question, he started to notice their simailer features. From their brown eyes and skin tones and heights. Though Alex was taller when he first met him, he was no longer wearing the platform boots.

"Because his friends do, don't judge Y/n" Alex says ruffling her hair, she smacks his lanky hand away from her hair.

"I'm not."

"Anyway, how can I help you guys?" Butters asks walking to the counter, they follow and look at the ice creams, Y/n looms over her options looking at each one carefully, but dangling over the Cookies and cream

"You look like a cookies and cream girl, or maybe a Carmel and chocolate swirl?" Butters asks trying to make convosation as he leans on one hand, she thinks for a minute he could see her brain working.

"I've never had chocolate and Carmel swirl, is it good?"

"Very it's one of my personal favriouts" butters says with a close eye smile Y/n copy with a small giggle.

"I love Carmel I'll take your word for it then. Can I have it in a Waffle cone?"

"Anything for the pretty lady, and what can I do for you handsome gentleman?" Butter's asks Mocking a British accent. Which works to make the girl smile. While handing her the Ice cream their hands brush a little against each other. But Butter’s hand quickly retreat and a dust of pink could be seen of his cheeks as Alex clear's his throat.

"What ice cream do you think I would like?"

"From your Style an Expresso Coffee Ice cream but your more of a rainbow guy." Alex eyes widen which means to Butter's he was right.

"How did you know! but yes. I would like rainbow ice cream in a cup with marshmallow toppings” y/n chuckles at Alex's order as she licks away at her ice cream Alex pulls out his wallet, but butter's puts out his hand refusing him and handing him his ice cream.

"Butter's I can't-" "it's fine Alex, I can tell you guys had a tough day. South Park isn't the nicest place in the world. So, take the ice creams as a good omen and welcome to South Park." When I say the twins faces light up, I mean it! Butter’s could of sworn her Y/n was about to cry, but instead smiled

"Thank you so much Leo, this means a lot."

"we'll pay you back dude, no matter what!"

"Nah it's fine, you guys just relax."

"Want to join us after you clock off?" Y/n asks him, Butter smiles and nods at the request.

"Though my shift ends in 30, are you guys okay with waiting-" "only 30? that's plenty of time, it takes this guy a century to eat anyway" Alex nudges his sister a little.

"Hey, just because I like to enjoy my food and not scoff it down like, I haven't had food in weeks doesn't make me a slow eater!" Alex says defending himself, not wanting to be embarrassed Infront of one of his new friends from school.

"we'll just be sitting down here waiting, dude have fun." Alex says leaving butters to do his job as the two sit down he notices Y/n eyes lit up with every lick she takes of her ice cream. He takes mental note on her love for food and continues working and cleaning.

only a few more people came in after Y/n and Alex, and they made small talk with some of the customers, which was definitely not normal in south park, but the customers seemed to enjoy it a lot.

"You ready dude?" Alex asks butter's as he puts on his coat while locking the Ice Cream parlors doors. he walks down the stairs a little and the twins. smile.

"Where to next?"

"oh, I’m not able to hang out anymore. I got a text from my dad sorry, but you guys can come with?" Butters says, Alex nods and they all begin walking at first it was just silence, kind of Awkward Butter's didn't know how to strike a convosation with them. After all he only just met Alex today and the girl 30 minutes ago.

"uh so when did you get your piecing?"

"oh Y/n did them."

"like a home job?!" Butters asks shocked.

"2 ear one's and mouth! she has the better hand eye coordination then me!"

"Their was no way in hell I was doing your eyebrow and septum." 

"you have a septum piercing!"

"yep, I don't wear it much though thanks to the school." Alex breaths out and Y/n chuckles, Y/n gasps and stops walking, the boy stop as she points to her brother.

"You got dragons breath!"

"dragons breath?"

“HELL YES”

"Yeah see!" Y/n breaths out slowly and the smoke appears thank to the warmth of her breath making contact with the frosty air.

"let's see yours Butters!" This was Silly but Butter's copied and probably had the biggest one making the twins gawk and congrats him. he chuckles along with them.

"Is it okay if I ask. what happened to make you cry?" Butters asks her, Y/n's brown eyes gloss over, tears at the ready when she is. Her cheeks heat up and become red a little.

"It's just been hard, for the both of us." Alex says placing a hand on her shoulder she lets out a deep breath and breaths back in.

"i-i know what it can feel like, South Park isn't the greatest place to be. But it has its up's and down, I'm sure you'll find your way through it. And maybe even like it here."

I couldn't help but smile at Butter's words, he was right. we shouldn't pack up and leave just because of one bad experience I just need time to accept this place as my new home.

"Wow that was deep dude." Alex says I hold back my laughter at my brother idiotic reaction at butters, genuine concern for us.

"You guys can come to me whenever! feel free too!" The blondie says, with a smile.

"Thanks' butters! that means a lot for the both of us."

We all had a wonderful night that night because we had finally found a friend in South Park. I have a sense that this friendship will last for a while because it felt sincere, and butters seems like a genuine.

Thank you for reading my first chapter! I hoped you enjoyed it, and if you wish to be tagged just ask or if you think anything should be added just tell me! I love collaborating ideas with people.

[betrayedbycinnamon]

20 Questions for Writers

Tagged by @artaxlivs. Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? Sixty-seven

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 153,827

3. What fandoms do you write for? Marvel with a smattering of Jason Todd from DC thrown in.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? (all Stranger Things)

Take it easy

Staring, a tale of two looks

The Stockings were Hung

Movie Date

Say my name

5. Do you respond to comments? Always, in an eventual manner.  Been pretty good about it lately. 😊

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? You would think I’d say the one that ends in MCD, but it’s an abrupt ending with no time for the characters to angst (though I think the readers did plenty). We Can't Fake This though, ends with a character crying himself to sleep.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Damsel in Distress also ends in tears, but happy ones.

8. Do you get hate on fics? No.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes. Almost exclusively Winterhawk these days.

10. Do you write crossovers? If you count snatching Jason up from Gotham to play with my boys, then yes. 😊

11. Are any of your fics converted into podfics? Yes [Podfic] Damsel in Distress was recorded by @flowerparrish and I am still beyond over the moon about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I don’t know if it actually got translated, but someone requested to translate Mindf*** (self-censoring for FFN saved for posterity lol) and is actually how I found out one of my works had been migrated to Ao3 when the Good Omens Library closed down; which was a windfall since ffn did that massive unexpected wipe of all NSFW content and I did not have any of it saved.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Winterhawk (Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I want to finish all my babies, but the one where the Winter Soldier falls through some rotted floor boards in the “Safe house” Clint is hiding out in and ends up stuck in the basement has been staring at me mournfully for a while now.

16. What are your writing strengths? Dialogue and painting emotion.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? (stealing this answer from @artaxlivs cause SAME bro) visual world building. I have aphantasia so sometimes I'll just forget to describe the world around them because I can't see it anyway.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it’s more than a few lines that I want a character to be in the dark about I think I’d be more likely to put it in italicized English with a ‘in whatever language’ dialogue tag - definitely for conversations.

19. First fandom you wrote for? According to FFN in Nov 2000 I published a Digimon fanfic. You’ll note I did NOT migrate those to my Ao3 Account LOL. But I was definitely passing around handwritten stories with friends in middle school before that, for a book I can’t remember the name of and for the LJ Smith series (Secret Circle, Vampire Diaries, Night World).

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh man that’s such a tough question.  Since the other contenders are listed above in other questions, I’ll pick What happened last night? because I think it’s the height of my comedic abilities.