#so the other three then......... hm..........

[superbdragoncollection-stuff]

"Admiral..."

the short woman had unusual skin, from her life on Mars, I recall. She's short partly because she was a spacer, fighting aliens around other stars, and astronauts always were on the short side.

She pushes me into my house. "I found you," she growls, and shuts the door. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to get around when your quantum PDA doesn't sync to the local internet?" Her hair is short, again for spacesuits. "Now you're going to explain some things to me. How the hell do I get home?"

I open one eye. I had tensed up fearing a punch. "What?"

"My fleet needs me. So write me out, get me home." She glares at me. "Well?"

"I... what? You're not gonna hit me?"

she strikes an imposing figure in her uniform. I had never considered just how cool it looked in real life. And here I am, in my slippers and pajamas. "Not if you do what I ask."

A dozen movies and scenarios run through my head. "Admiral, admiral--"

She moves past me. "Hey, you got anything to eat around here?" She walks into my apartment kitchen and looks around. She opens my pantry. "You blew up earth, its the least you could do." She grabs some chips.

I look at her, scratching my head. "Well, *I* didn't do that. I didn't start the book series, I just took it over."

The admiral looks at me, "Hm?"

"I figured you'd be here to punch me!" I breath. I walk around in disbelief. "Don't you have any questions? Anything you're worried about?"

She looks at the chips, then grabs a soda from the fridge. She pours it into a mug, then pours instant coffee crystals into it. the admiral looks at me without blinking as she immediately sips it. I recall her favorite beverage is alien coffee. Difficult to replicate here, but that looks like a start. That's how I would think at least. So it was in her head. "I'm from another reality, author. What's fiction here is reality there, and vice versa. I just know you're the man i need to see about getting home."

"How'd you get here, anyway?"

"How do you think?"

"Wait," i rub my face, "This was a web novel, how did you even find it?"

"Long story involving the guy who gave me a ride." she shrugged, "He seemed to know me."

"Wait, I have a reader around here...?" I shook my head again. "But...Admiral, I don't think its even possible!"

I trail off as she looks at me. And I understand the force of what I wrote, because I was experiencing it. "Look, this is a complete mess," she said, ever the confident officer, "But you're the author. What you say goes."

"Admiral, I'm not even employed! I don't know how to send you home! I'd need a quantum mirror or a wormhole or something! This is 21st century earth!"

She sips her mug. "I'm here, aren't I? That means I can go back. You're the author. You wrote the story so that means you have some control over it."

"Or its a startling coincidence," I groan.

She sips again. That's my favorite mug. "Or you have a subconscious connection to our reality."

"That sounds like something i would write..."

She gave me a grin. "Exactly. And judging by the shitty way my life is going? You're not one for bad endings. So I have a feeling you'll write your way out in three... two... one..."

You're a successful writer of a rather surreal series, each book putting your protagonist through weirder and wilder situations than the last. As you go to begin work on the next entry you hear a knock at your door; somehow it's your protagonist and they are not happy with you at all!

[arabellasfvv]

Kyle dealing with your anger cause I'm currently fuming over dinner. MDNI 18+

Kyle perks up the seconds he hears you curse. There wasn't a bang or an 'ouch', so you're mad. Which would be fine any other time. But a glance on the calender tells him it's that time of the month. So a simple curse will turn into death threats torward everyone and everything, and a minimum of two things broken.

Not fun.

But he's been learning to deal with it. Slowly getting up from the couch, mentally preparing himself for an outburst.

The closer he gets to the kitchen, the better it smells. Clearly you had something good cooking. He peaks around the doorframe to check if you were curled up in a ball and sobbing.

That, frankly, would've been better than your tense figure, hands curled into tight fists. Your heavy breathing makes his own heavier, as if he's trying to blend in, not wanting to set you off.

"Sweetheart," his voice is soft as ever as he steps beside you. "What happend?" A dangerous question that could definitely blow up in his face.

"Nothing fucking happend!"

Right. He doesn't believe that. And you know that.

"Uh huh. Somethin' wrong with the food?" He pressed, while his hand snuck up your arm. Not too soft, he wanted you to feel him, a firm, grounding touch.

Kyle didn't flinch when your fist came down on the counter, one, two, three times. Just gripped you a little tighter. "Nothing's working! The sauce was weird, the potatoes ain't cooking, the fish smells fishy-"

"I think that's how fish is supposed to smell." Oh boy, if looks could kill he'd be a dead man. The kiss he presses against your head is supposed to be soothing.

He takes a fork to stab into a potatoe, before dipping it into your 'weird sauce'. Tastes fine, like everytime. "They're hard boiling potatoes, luv. Supposed to feel like that. And your sauce taste like usual, yer taste buds might be a little out of whack."

He wraps his buff arm around your shoulder, his hand slipping up to your jaw to tilt your face to him. "You bought the wrong potatoes, Kyle."

"Aww, did I? List just said potatoes." He's quick to retreat when you squint up at him, brows furrowing like he's stupid. "Okay, okay, that's on me. I shoulda known better. So why don't ya tell me which ones ya want for next time, hm?"

You want to smack him for being so rational, so calm, while your heart is about to beat out of your chest. "All purpose, or starchy." You grumble. He nods, like 'of course, those are the right options'. "Noted. You go sit down, sweetheart. Pick out a movie, order some pizza.."

He doesn't give you the chance to interrupt, the moment those pretty lips part he knows what you're going to say. "Don't worry, this won't go to waste. I'll put it aside, and we'll make something out of it tomorrow. No point in trying when you're all grumpy."

You huff. How dare he be right? You stomp away to do as told.

He joins you on the couch a little later, smiling when he saw your choice of movie. No suprise there.

He was far more focused on you than on his own appetite. So he quickly shoved down his pizza to focus on you. Guiding your feet into his sliding his deft fingers between your toes, massaging each one. Watching your little reactions, the ones you were trying to hide, so you could keep acting mad.

He's itching to you advice on how to deal with this. He knows better, though. Had learned the anger during this time is different than usual, so he doesn't. No, his warm hands just keep gliding slowly along your feet, tracing along the curves of your arch, showing exactly how familiar he is with them.

His thumbs were pressing gently into the soles, doing his best to knead away any and all tension, when you speak up again. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. As long as ya don't kill anyone, we'll always be alright, got it?" "So, killing is your limit? Ironic." "It's the laws limit."

You smile back at him, you do feel guilty about getting so worked up. Which makes it tempting to get angry again, just to ignore that feeling. But he's quicker, reads the emotions off you like it's written on a billboard.

Hands slide up your legs, before kyle is pulling you closer to him. You insult him under your breath for his strenght. He's too busy to notice. Busy pulling you into his lap, shifting you until your legs are straddling him. His hands are all over you in an instance. Feeling up every little curve, before one settles with slipping under your shirt, and drawing little patterns into your lower back.

The other coming up to cup your cheek. You lean into it like a dog starved for affection. "You're an emotional thing, I'm aware of that. Wouldn't have gotten involved if it bothered me," he assures you in a gentle whisper against your lips.

You barely manage to whisper the sacred words of 'I love you' before he has your lips against his own. Slow, and careful, but he tilts his head to fit you better, to kiss you deeper. He wants to steal your breath, watch you pull away and pant just to drag you back in until everything else's fades away. Until that flame of anger simmers down and allows your mind to be a little quieter. If just for a moment.

That's it, I'm too lazy for more.

[kyrccc]

Harps

kyra cooney-cross x reader

contains: harper being the absolute diva she is

a/n: i got bored so i wrote this! be warned because it's super short and not that thought through because i'm tired

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"alright, we're leaving! behave, harps. you too, kyra, y/n."

"when do we ever misbehave? we're angels!" kyra replied to mini.

clara rolled her eyes, "whatever. just be good. come on, babe," she said to mini.

once they were out the door, you and kyra turned to harper, who was sitting on the couch like she owned it, watching some kids tv show.

"so harps, whatcha want to do?" you said to her, sitting down on the couch.

"hm, i want to paint!"

so that's what you three did. you and kyra sat there with her, painting on paper at the table until harper demanded she painted on your's and kyra's face. kyra turned to you after harper exclaimed she was done with her face.

"so, how do i look?" you giggled, "amazing. harper should be a professional face painter," you said as you sat down, watching as harper gathered up paint to place on your face. you sat there for about ten minutes, eyes closed as harper painted a variety of red, blue, and orange on your face.

"oh, babe, you look beautiful!" kyra said, filming the moment. you peeked your eye open, grinning at her and the camera, before harper turned your face back to hers and said, "close your eyes. i'm not done."

"oh, sorry," you said laughing and following her orders quickly as kyra just simply bursted into laughter, ending the video.

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a few hours later, after watching movies, playing games harper made up with ridiculous rules that she would add halfway through, you and kyra, still with painted faces, sat on the couch behind harper, who was drawing on the coffee table, you two plotting something quietly.

suddenly, kyra whipped her head towards harper, grinning widely, "hey, harps? do you want to make a tiktok with us?

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you guys ended up making loads of videos. some with silly dances, others with nothing but you guys playing around. you even posted one, the funniest.

-

you started the video, and placed the phone down in view of harper, backing up to stand beside kyra where she stood behind harper.

"okay, harper, what do you want to say?" you asked. she took in a deep breath,

"GO TILLIESSSSS!!!!"

you and kyra lost it. collapsed of laughter.

you both fell to the floor. kyra laid back as if she couldn't hold herself up anymore. you fell forward on top of her. what was even better about it, was the fact your laughs were perfectly in sync. being together so much had made your laughs mend together.

so, while harper continued her shouting, you and kyra laid on floor behind her, your laughter never faltering.

harper spotted you two from the camera and stopped talking abruptly, turned around, and jumped on top of you two. you, miss painted face one, and kyra, miss painted face two, squealed. "harper!" you guys shouted in unison right before the video ended.

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you tagged mini in the caption, obviously to show her how much you 'behaved.'

after dinner, you and kyra sat on the floor, backs against the couch while harper sat on kyra's lap, tiredly watching bluey.

the front door opened, revealing mini and clara.

"saw your little video you guys posted," mini said. "did you like it?" kyra giggled out.

"oh, totally. you know, i'm loving your faces."

"harps did it for us," you said, running your hand through the tired girls blonde hair. her eyes fluttered closed, leaning into your hand.

"and she did amazing," mini looked down at harper, "you ready for bed time, harps?" she asked, squatting down to pick her out of kyra's lap. harper said nothing, her adorable face falling into the crook of her neck.

before she could leave the room, harper's little voice echoed quietly, "ky and y/n/n."

thats how you ended up in katrina's and clara's bed, you practically on top of kyra while harper was cuddled into her side. did you both tell them you weren't going to fall asleep in their bed? yes. did you end up falling asleep within three minutes? also yes. mini and clara walked into their room, sighing at the sight.

"we really are raising three kids," clara said.

"if they're going to steal our bed, then they're going on my story." katrina said, pulling her phone out and taking a picture of you three, captioning it:

"any advice for when your children steal your bed?"

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[cherrywriterrr]

psych 203 five

college!rafe x pinkhaired!oc

warnings: 18+ mdni, cursing, mentions of alcohol, emotional vulnerability, suggestive language, soft!rafe moments, slutty!nova chaos, fluff with hints of deeper angst, college setting

four five six

“novaaaaa. get your ass up. it’s nine.”

nova groaned into her pillow like it personally offended her. head pounding. mouth dry as hell. mascara smeared. boobs almost out. vibes? not found.

“what the fuck, sarah,” she mumbled. “what do i have at nine—”

pause.

then came the memory: her body draped over rafe in the hallway, calling him baby girl, asking if he’d kiss her. the fucking party. the film camera. the mac and cheese. the almost cuddling.

“oh no,” nova whispered, sitting up with wide eyes.

sarah tossed a water bottle at her. “you have psych. with rafe. in like five hours.”

“where is he?” nova snapped.

“gone. left around three,” sarah said, climbing onto her bed. “i got back with john b and he was still here. sitting on your floor. just… watching you sleep.”

nova stared, mouth parted. “watching me?!”

“not in a serial killer way,” sarah rolled her eyes. “it was actually kinda cute. he kept tucking you in like every five minutes. you’d kick the blanket off and he’d tuck it back.”

nova’s jaw dropped. “no.”

“yes,” sarah smirked.

“nooooo.”

“yes. and he was talking to you.”

“talking to me?!” nova clutched her head. “what the actual fuck?”

sarah mimicked him in a low dramatic tone, grinning: “oh pinkie… who hurt you this bad, hm?”

nova gasped. loud. offended. hand over chest like she was about to faint. “he was sweet talking me in my sleep?!”

“yup.”

“that’s so— that’s so illegal. i need to die now.”

sarah just laughed. “i told you. he has a crush on you.”

“no the fuck he doesn’t,” nova snapped. “we don’t even know each other.”

“yet,” sarah sing-songed.

“what the hell does that mean?”

“you still have class with him later.”

nova collapsed backward, face-down into her pillow. “fuck. my. life.”

sarah reached for nova’s hairbrush, casually untangling the pink mess as nova grumbled into her pillow.

“oh c’mon,” sarah said, “y’all would be cute together.”

nova shot up from the bed, offended. “fuck no.”

“what?” sarah blinked. “he stayed with you all night. tucked you in. called you pinkie.”

“he was with layla last night,” nova snapped. “fucking layla, sarah. she’s blonde. blonde.” she gestured violently at her own head. “my hair is pink, sarah. pink. you think a guy who kisses blonde girls named layla wants a chaotic slut with commitment issues and a film camera?”

sarah raised an eyebrow. “you’re romanticizing your trauma again.”

“he told me i look like i’m diagnosed!” nova shrieked. “his exact words were, ‘you look like you got ten psychological diagnoses.’”

“well,” sarah bit back a smile, “was he wrong?”

nova glared.

“i’m just saying,” sarah said, standing up and dodging a pillow nova chucked her way. “he might like pink after all.”

nova groaned, grabbing her vape off the nightstand. “i need therapy.”

“you need to go to class.”

sarah laughed as she dodged another pillow nova flung at her. “get your ass up, we have class in like thirty.”

nova dramatically flopped back onto the bed, half-buried in a blanket. “i don’t need class,” she groaned.

“what do you need then, smartass?” sarah crossed her arms.

nova peeked out from under the covers, deadpan.

“a shot.”

sarah blinked.

“of alcohol, back shots, or a shot in my frontal lobe. i’m not picky.”

sarah let out a loud snort. “you’re not okay.”

nova sat up, hair sticking in seventeen different directions. “never claimed i was, bestie.”

“you need to flirt less and sleep more.”

nova lit her vape. “you need to mind your business, but here we are.”

sarah grabbed nova’s jacket and tossed it at her face. “psych 203 is waiting for you and your ten psychological diagnoses, let’s go.”

“fine,” nova muttered, dragging herself out of bed like a feral goblin. “but if rafe baldwin says one more thing about my hair i’m committing a felony.”

sarah just grinned. “i’ll bring bail money.”

nova stood in the hallway outside the lecture hall, back against the wall, one boot propped up as she scrolled through her instagram. her vape dangled lazily between her fingers, smoke curling around her face. her feed was a chaotic blend of party pics, memes, and thirst traps she’d forgotten she even posted.

she was in the middle of stalking a girl’s page—some hot psych major who dressed like she hated men—when she bumped hard into someone.

“shit,” she muttered, steadying herself. she looked up and met marcus’s smug face.

“hey baby,” marcus said, that same cocky grin plastered across his face. “what happened last night? you literally disappeared after topper dragged you away.”

nova smirked, tucking her vape into her bra. “you sound disappointed, marcus.”

“i am,” he said. “i thought we were about to have a real good night.”

nova leaned in just enough for her perfume to hit. “we were. blame pony boy.”

marcus laughed under his breath. “topper cockblocked me?”

nova winked. “hard.”

he shook his head, looking her up and down. “you still owe me, hart.”

she blew a slow puff of vapor past his cheek. “stand in line, baby.”

from the end of the hallway, a familiar buzzcut head appeared—rafe, locking eyes with her as he approached the classroom.

nova looked away first, heart thumping like a warning bell.

marcus didn’t notice. “text me later?”

“maybe,” nova said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “if i don’t forget your name again.”

she walked toward the class with a smirk, hips swaying like she meant to be followed. and rafe, oh he definitely was watching.

they reached the classroom door at the same time, shoulders brushing like fate was playing a long, annoying game with them. rafe reached for the handle, but nova didn’t slow down either.

“marcus, huh?” rafe said, not looking at her as he pulled the door open. “we box together.”

nova stepped in first, flashing him a saccharine smile over her shoulder. “layla, huh?” she said sweetly. “we had the same dick in us.”

rafe paused in the doorway, lips twitching into the smallest grin like he wanted to laugh but knew better. “jesus.”

“mm,” nova hummed, sliding into the seat beside his. “he’s not involved.”

rafe sat next to her slowly. “you always this charming before noon?”

“only when men talk to me first,” she said, pulling out her pink highlighter and clicking it like a weapon.

rafe leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching her with that unreadable expression. “you’re insane.”

“diagnosed,” nova said without missing a beat, eyes on her notebook. “by you, apparently.”

he huffed out a quiet laugh. “yeah, well. you do look like a walking red flag.”

nova turned her head slowly, grin stretching across her face. “good thing you’ve got a history of ignoring those.”

“morning, psychos,” the professor said casually, tossing a folder on the desk. “hope you’re all ready to ruin each other’s gpas.”

he clicked his remote and the projector blinked to life behind him.

“about the semester project,” he continued, “partners were locked based on seat placements. there will be no switching. no seat-hopping. and no partner trades for the rest of the year. if your partner drops the class, you fail solo. i don’t make the rules.”

“you literally do,” nova muttered, dropping her head to her desk. “fuck my life.”

rafe leaned in, voice low and way too amused. “what, baby? can’t handle me for a year?”

nova didn’t even lift her head. “i hope you get expelled.”

“by your daddy?” rafe teased, letting the words drag. “no way. he got me into the football team.”

nova slowly turned her head and glared at him with the most deadpan expression she could muster. “you’re such a bitch.”

“a lovable one,” rafe whispered, giving her that crooked smile that was going to be a real problem for her sanity.

nova scoffed under her breath, still half-sunk in her chair.

“yeah, well,” she muttered, turning to rafe, “my dad loves anything that has nothing to do with me, so don’t feel flattered.”

rafe blinked.

the smirk faded just slightly from his face as he studied her. she wasn’t joking this time. it was a quiet stab—wrapped in sarcasm, but sharp as hell.

he didn’t say anything for a second.

then “noted, pinkie,” he said softer this time, voice lower.

nova leaned back in her seat, popped her gum, and stared at the projector like she hadn’t just laid that emotional landmine right in front of him.

rafe just looked at her.

rafe leaned a little closer, elbow on the shared desk, eyes flicking over to her with that half-cocky, half-serious look he always wore when he was testing the water.

“coffee tomorrow?” he asked casually, like it was nothing. like he wasn’t lowkey sweating under his hoodie.

nova didn’t even glance at him. “i’m not going on a date with you, bald head.”

he huffed a laugh. “not a date, pinkie. it’s for the project.”

she finally turned to him with a slow smile, eyes glittering with mischief. “mm. you sure you can focus on psychology and not my boobs?”

“i’ll try,” he said. “no promises.”

nova smirked, shooting back, “hey, you got pretty nice boobs yourself, don’t act like you don’t notice.”

rafe shot back, smirking, “at least i don’t need a damn neon sign on my scalp.”

they kept trading barbs, voices rising little by little, until the professor’s sharp voice cut through the chatter.

“miss nova, we’ve already had this conversation. keep your voice down.”

nova’s grin only widened. “sorry, professor, i’m just trying to help everyone stay awake.”

that got a few dirty stares from around the room—mostly from serious students and a few amused looks from others, but the professor was not having it. “this is a classroom, not a comedy club.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “nice one, pinkie. no one can stand you.”

nova’s smile faltered for a second, her eyes darkening just a bit. inside, a familiar sting hit her, she’d always felt weird as fuck, like she didn’t quite fit. since she was a kid, she’d talked too much, laughed too loud, been too much for people, and every time, they made her feel bad for it. for a long time, she just stopped trying. went quiet. shrank herself to fit the mold.

now, sitting there, hearing rafe say it so casually, it cut deeper than she wanted to admit. she just went silent, staring down at her desk.

rafe noticed the sudden shift. his smile faded, and he glanced at her, concern flickering in his eyes. “hey, you okay?”

nova snapped her gaze back up, eyes icy. “why do you care, bald head? don’t pretend like you give a shit.”

her voice was sharp, cutting through any trace of concern. she folded her arms, leaning back, daring him to say more.

nova’s pen scratched frantically across the page, but her mind wasn’t on the lecture. the professor’s voice droned in the background, words about deadlines and projects fading into white noise. instead, flashes of something dark and heavy flickered in her head—like a bad premonition she couldn’t shake.

her handwriting grew messy, almost frantic, as she scribbled down random words, symbols, little doodles that made no sense but captured the chaos inside her: fall

break

shattered

don’t trust

it’s coming

she swallowed hard, heart racing, eyes flicking up nervously at the professor, then back down, trying to force herself to focus—but the feeling clawed at her, suffocating and urgent.

rafe’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts, gentle but firm. “hey pinkie, i didn’t mean to make you mad with that comment about your father.”

nova scoffed, rolling her eyes like she was used to this kind of shit. “i don’t give a fuck about that comment, rafe. you’re free to say whatever,i mean, you know better what daddy issues feel like.”

her words hung in the air, sharp but soaked in a kind of bitter honesty.

nova was heading toward her dorm, hoodie thrown over her tank top, vape in one hand, notebook shoved under her arm. her brain was still fried, half in a fog from the shit that had just gone down in class.

“nova!”

she heard topper before she saw him. he jogged to catch up, sweatshirt half-off his shoulder, a little too concerned for this early in the day.

“hey,” he said, catching her by the arm lightly. “what the hell did you say to rafe?”

nova rolled her eyes. “good morning to you too, ponyboy.”

“don’t ‘ponyboy’ me right now.” his voice wasn’t playful. “seriously. he walked out of class like someone drop-kicked his soul. i asked what happened, and he just said, ‘fuck it, that girl’s something else.’”

she blinked at him, then shrugged. “nothing. just a little family bonding moment. daddy issues, you know how it is.”

topper froze. “what?”

“i said,” she repeated dryly, “daddy. issues. he brought up my dad. i returned the favor. it’s called equality, topper.”

he dragged a hand through his hair, frustrated. “why the fuck would you do that, nova?”

“because he said something first!” she snapped, stopping in her tracks. “he told me no one can stand me. and sure, whatever, that’s probably true. but it’s not like i pulled that shit out of nowhere.”

topper exhaled slowly. “you really don’t know how to deescalate, do you?”

nova tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “what, you want me to roll over and apologize because the golden boy got his feelings hurt? he was making fun of me. i’ve dealt with people treating me like a fucking freak my whole life. i’m tired, topper.”

“rafe’s not like that,” topper muttered, looking away. “not completely. and you hit a nerve. his thing with his dad? it’s not small shit. you know that.”

“and mine is?” she asked, quieter now.

topper didn’t have an answer.

nova huffed out a breath and turned to walk again. “whatever. he can think whatever he wants about me. everyone already does.”

“nova—”

“don’t,” she said without turning around. “i already feel like shit. i don’t need a fucking lecture.”

and with that, she kept walking, fingers tightening around her notebook, heart pounding harder than she wanted to admit.

topper didn’t let her get far. he jogged again, falling back into step beside her with a frustrated sigh.

“hey!c’mon. nova. you know i didn’t mean it like that.”

she stopped walking, again, this time turning so fast her notebook almost slipped from her grip.

“like what, topper?” her voice cracked slightly. “what exactly didn’t you mean ‘like that’? when somebody else has a problem, it’s all oh poor them, protect their peace, be kind. but when it’s me, suddenly it’s what the fuck is wrong with nova? why would you say that, nova?”

topper opened his mouth to respond, but she kept going, her words spilling out fast and jagged.

“i mean, seriously. was it nice for him to say that no one can stand me?” she demanded, eyes sharp, wide, almost glassy. “was it sweet? did it make him feel better about himself? because it sure made me feel like i was thirteen again, getting told by my science teacher that i talked too much and needed to learn how to shut up if i ever wanted friends.”

topper blinked, caught off guard by that.

nova laughed bitterly. “and now i’ve got fucking rafe cameron, mister ‘i’m emotionally damaged but hot about it,’ sitting next to me in class and telling me i’m unbearable. and everyone’s like, poor rafe. he’s been through shit. so have i, topper.”

“i know you have,” he said, softer now.

“do you?” she asked, voice low. “or do you just know the parts i let slip when i’m wasted?”

he hesitated. “nova…”

“don’t,” she said, wiping at her eye with the sleeve of her hoodie like it was just something in her eye. “i’m not doing the whole heart-to-heart on the quad. i just want to get to my room and pretend i’m not one wrong word away from spiraling today.”

topper looked at her like he wanted to fix it, like he wished he hadn’t followed her at all.

but nova was already walking again, hoodie pulled up, leaving him behind with nothing but her words echoing back at him.

nova walked with her hoodie pulled up, eyes hidden behind her oversized sunglasses, camera slung across her chest. she snapped pictures as she moved—leaves, shadows on brick walls, people laughing. a peace sign here, a blurry tongue-out selfie there. documenting everything and nothing, trying to fill the silence inside her chest.

her phone buzzed. she ignored it.

she was halfway through campus, heading toward the art building, when she saw it.

froze.

there he was. him.

that ex.

the one who said she was too much, too loud, too intense, too queer, too pink.

the one who cheated on her. with layla.

and there she was, hanging on his arm like some stupid accessory, giggling with her perfectly blown-out blonde hair and manicured claws that nova knew were fake because she remembered layla biting them down to the quick when they used to be fake friends.

layla.

the girl who didn’t just take her boyfriend—no, she took everything.

her spot in the art elective? gone.

layla had whispered to the professor that nova’s projects were “a little derivative.”

her place on the cheerleading team? stolen.

layla had laughed with her glossy lips and said, “i mean, come on… pink hair? that’s just so cringe, right?”

nova stood across the lawn, camera gripped tightly in her hands, too tight. the strap dug into her neck.

she felt it boil up—rage, sadness, all the names layla had called her. slut. freak. try-hard.

you would’ve kept him if you weren’t such a freak.

you scare people off.

no one actually wants to date the manic pixie dream girl. they just want to fuck her.

nova lifted her camera, hands trembling slightly, and snapped a picture

not of them. of a nearby tree. of some shadow. of anything but the sight in front of her.

“fuck this shit,” she muttered, yanking her hoodie back down tighter around her face.

then, with her jaw set and her teeth clenched, she turned and walked in the opposite direction.

layla might’ve taken pieces of her—but she would never take the whole fucking nova hart.

nova’s boots hit the pavement in a fast, angry rhythm. each step echoing louder than the one before it. she wasn’t sure where she was going, just away.

away from the sight of him and her.

away from the ghost of her old self still standing in that cheer uniform, pink hair pulled back in a high ponytail and hope blooming stupidly in her chest.

but suddenly, as she turned a corner and slowed near a bench, her thoughts drifted. not to layla. not to him.

to sarah. sarah fucking cameron.

from day one—literally day one—she’d been there.

sat beside her in psych 101 when everyone else left an empty chair next to nova because her hair was pink and her nails were chipped and she smelled like cigarettes and vanilla.

laughed at nova’s dumb jokes. held her hand when she got her first tattoo.

never once told her to tone it down or be less weird or more palatable.

sarah always got her. always saw her.

sweet, beautiful, golden-hearted sarah.

she never flinched when nova spiraled, never made her feel like she was too much.

she was the calm when nova’s head felt like static.

and she was everything nova needed, even when nova didn’t know she needed anything.

nova felt her throat tighten as she sat down heavily on the bench, the camera thudding against her chest. she dragged her knees up, wrapping her arms around them.

and then it hit her.

rafe.

rafe fucking cameron.

her dumbass bickering partner, her project partner, the boy who stayed with her while she was passed out drunk and said “oh pinkie, who hurt you this bad, hm?”

the one she clowned and called bald-headed and stupid and mean, but who had also looked at her like he was trying to understand her.

she’d said that shit about his dad. daddy issues.

like it was a joke. like it didn’t matter.

but it did matter.

she remembered sarah’s voice, soft one night on the floor of nova’s dorm, whispering about how ward used to scream at rafe.

how he once didn’t talk to rafe for months.

how everything rafe did, every sport he played, every A he got, every rehab stint he survived—never made that man proud.

nova’s stomach twisted.

“fuck,” she muttered, dragging a hand over her face.

for once, she didn’t feel loud or weird or wild.

she just felt… wrong. and heavy. and guilty.

because maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t the only one walking around feeling like a disappointment.

nova was curled up on luca’s bed, her bare feet brushing against ivory’s legs as she flipped through the film camera in her lap. ivory was sitting criss-cross on the floor, lip-gloss in one hand and her phone in the other, deep into a hate spiral of layla’s instagram.

“bitch still posts edits of herself in high school cheer uniform,” ivory muttered, screen glaring against her freshly painted nails. “like babe, give it up. you’re pushing twenty-two and clinging to a pyramid stunt from 2021.”

luca snorted from where he was sprawled in his desk chair. “she only made cheer ‘cause she told coach nova’s hair was ‘too alt girl cringe’ and not family-friendly enough.”

“and the coach believed her!” ivory gasped. “i still can’t believe she got you kicked off the team. who even uses ‘pink’ as an insult?”

“layla does,” nova muttered, eyes not leaving the camera screen as she scrolled through blurry images from last night. marcus grinning, sarah dancing on a table, topper pretending to DJ, and in one frame—rafe, blurry but smiling. she didn’t remember taking that one. her stomach twisted.

“and now she’s just recycling boyfriends,” ivory huffed. “like really—eli and then rafe? is there a layla pipeline no one told us about?”

nova didn’t speak. she stayed silent, shoulders stiff, still pretending to be focused on her camera. but her jaw ticked slightly at the mention of eli. her ex. the first boy she ever trusted, who cheated on her with layla during junior year. who left nova for the girl that called her a freak.

“remember when eli posted that paragraph about how nova was ‘too emotionally intense’ for him?” luca said, tone mocking as he flopped back dramatically. “he literally quoted a therapy blog. meanwhile layla was in his comments like ‘healing is hot <3.’”

“healing is hot,” ivory mimicked in a high-pitched voice, then gagged. “babe you’re not healing, you’re just in your villain arc with a boob job.”

luca laughed, and nova tried to match it. she forced a smile, eyes still on the photos. she couldn’t admit that the second layla started dating eli, she also took her spot in art class. that she went to the professor saying nova was distracting with her constant fidgeting and “oversharing.” that layla—perfect, blonde, rule-following layla—slowly stripped nova of everything she loved. even her name on a campus mural had been painted over.

“and did you see rafe last night?” luca said suddenly, sitting up again. “he was literally following layla around like her puppy. it was giving�� sad golden retriever energy.”

ivory snorted. “he probably wants her. didn’t they used to fuck?”

nova didn’t say a word. she stayed still, too still.

because in her head, she was replaying last night. not just the flash of layla and eli. but the way rafe had looked at her, carried her, tucked her in like she was breakable. how he called her pinkie like it wasn’t an insult, but something soft instead.

and all her friends could do was talk about how he was following layla like a lost dog.

nova swallowed the lump in her throat and stayed silent.

nova finally broke her silence, flicking her thumb over the lens cap of her film camera before muttering,

“he isn’t that bad.”

luca’s head snapped up. “what?”

nova didn’t look at them. “i was too drunk to walk and—he carried me to my dorm. that’s it.”

luca immediately choked on his coke, the can slipping slightly in his grip as he hacked out a cough.

“he did what now?!?”

ivory’s head whipped around so fast it made nova flinch. “he carried you?” she repeated, slowly, her lip gloss forgotten in her lap. “baby… do you even know him like that?”

nova finally glanced at them, expression unreadable. “i didn’t exactly ask for it. he just, did it.”

ivory stood up, crossing the room like a storm cloud. “did he try something? swear to god, nova, if he did anything—”

“he didn’t.” nova cut her off, sharper than she meant to. “i would’ve kicked his ass if he did.”

ivory stopped mid-step, still visibly tense but trying to breathe through it. luca was staring at nova like she’d just grown horns.

“okay but like… rafe cameron?” he said, voice full of disbelief. “he’s literally the walking red flag. tall, angry, quiet, and he boxes for fun.”

nova shrugged, eyes back on her camera. “yeah. well. he also says weird shit when you’re asleep. calls you pinkie and whispers like he’s a sad boy in a lana del rey song.”

ivory blinked. “wait, what?”

nova didn’t answer. not really. but the flush on her cheeks said enough.

nova’s phone buzzed violently on the floor beside the beanbag she was half-melted into, vibrating against the hardwood like it had something life-changing to say.

she ignored it at first—half-lost in thought, still chewing on the ghost of rafe’s voice saying pinkie in the dark,but ivory’s dramatic gasp pulled her attention.

“your phone,” ivory deadpanned, one perfectly manicured finger pointing at the screen, “is about to combust.”

nova groaned and picked it up lazily, thumb swiping over the lock screen. her eyes narrowed at the incoming message.

sarah 🍼💖:

please come to our dorm my baby little slut. URGENT.

nova blinked. then blinked again. her heart did a weird somersault. “I, uhh, I have to go. It’s urgent.”

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“You know what’s weird?”

“Hm?”

Staring out into space toward the row of chairs in front of them, TK slowly says, “It didn’t occur to me right away that your parents knew Iris, too. That they must’ve known about … everything.”

Carlos swallows again, mouth suddenly dry.

“Your mom said something about her this morning, when I went to their house looking for you. And it didn’t hit me right then, either. Other things on my mind, I guess. But then at some point later I went … oh yeah. You grew up together, obviously they knew her. Knew you were married.”

“They did, yeah,” Carlos confirms, with a lump in his throat.

To their right, someone is thrown suddenly into a coughing fit, and a nurse hurries over after a few moments with a paper cup and some water.

When the commotion quiets, TK asks, “Did they know that I didn’t know?”

“TK, I’m …”

“No, you don’t have to … I’m just – trying to put all the pieces together.” TK looks at him, and Carlos sees sincerity in his eyes.

He shakes his head. “No. I didn’t ask them to lie to you. Mom found out that you didn’t know about an hour before I told you. She was really pissed at me.”

“How did you make sure it would never come up while we were all together?”

“I didn’t,” Carlos admits. It’s on the list of things that seem so short-sighted in retrospect. “I just hoped it wouldn’t.”

TK hums and nods, looking back out toward the intake desk. A frazzled looking woman is holding a toddler on her hip, his poor little face covered in a nasty rash. Carlos wonders if it’s contagious.

“You told me you came out to them when you were 17, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you married Iris when you were …?”

“20.”

With a soft, incredulous laugh, TK asks, “And what did they think about that?”

“I don’t know.” Carlos shrugs a shoulder, thinking back to that time. Every moment spent with his parents felt like their house was carpeted wall-to-wall in eggshells.

“You told them you’re gay and then three years later you got married to a girl and they didn’t have any questions about it?”

“I’m sure they had lots of questions. They just didn’t ask them.” Carlos shifts in his chair – his discomfort not purely physical despite the fact that the seat is hard and unforgiving. “I think … at least a part of me was hoping they would finally say something. They’d acted for years like I never came out at all, so announcing I was engaged was like a game of chicken to see who would blink first. I don’t think at the time I saw it as clearly as that, but looking back … I think part of me wanted to shock them into acknowledging me. Maybe if they’d said something, it would’ve felt like them calling our bluff and Iris and I would’ve realized it was a terrible idea and not gone through with it.”

“But they didn’t.”

“They didn’t,” Carlos confirms. “They acted happy for us and gave us the money for the security deposit on an apartment as a wedding present.”

“Do you think they were hoping it was real? That you weren’t really gay after all?”

Chewing for a moment on the inside of his cheek, Carlos wishes he could say no. He’s come a long way with his parents, a lot farther than his 20-year-old self could have even imagined, but there are still so many things that go unaddressed. He truly doesn’t know the answer to that question. He believes they love him for who he is in the present, but he can’t say he knows what they were thinking all those years ago, and he says as much.

TK exhales. “I guess you come by it honestly.”

“Come by what?”

“Not talking about things.”

“Oh.” Carlos closes his eyes for a moment and blinks a few times in quick succession after he opens them. The peeling linoleum of the yellowed floor stars mockingly back up at him. “Yeah, I guess so.”

TK presses his lips together and nods.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos says softly.

“I know,” TK answers. There’s empathy in his smile, and then he slouches down a few inches in his chair so that he can rest his head on Carlos’s shoulder.

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hiiiii, can you do 26 for Buddie?? <3

26- play fighting

"We're not watching this," Eddie says as soon as he sits down. "No, c'mon, it's the finale," Buck whines. Eddie makes a face. "It's Dancing with the Stars."

"And?" Eddie sighs, sipping on his beer. "And, we've already seen this season." "But I love the way they blend flamenco and-- No, get off!" Eddie's laughing, reaching across Buck for the remote, trying to balance his drink while accosting him. Buck lets out an indignant squawk, pushing Eddie away, but Eddie doesn't relent. He plonks his beer on the coffee table and uses one hand to hold Buck by the shoulder and the other to reach for the remote, which Buck is holding out. Breathless with laughter, they both keep at it, pushing and prodding at one another. Finally Eddie sits up on his knees and swings a leg up and over Buck's thighs, straddling him. Sure, it's dirty pool, since he knows Buck is very susceptible to Eddie on top of him, but it allows him to trace his hand down Buck's arm and pluck the remote from his grip. Buck's eyes are wide and blue, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. Eddie kisses him once, twice, three times. "I win." "Hm." In a rush, Buck is unseating him and flipping them both. Eddie gasps at it, finding his back pressed into the couch, Buck looming over him. It's not like he can ever forget that Buck is so big and strong-- in fact, it takes up a large portion of his brain-- but sometimes the reminder hits him smack in the forehead when Buck does something like this. Buck's grinning, the asshole, clearly pleased with himself. And Eddie's never really been able to deny him anything. "Fine. But after, we're putting on the Golden Bachelor." Buck's smile widens. "So I win!" But when he sits next to Eddie, curled into him, one hand idly playing with his hair, keeping up a silly commentary the whole time, sweet and happy and lovely, Eddie knows he's still the winner.

[hinge]

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[missanchimissesyou]

Ok so give me more good video essay youtuber recs i beggggg

Heres a list of my faves and what they cover cuz i dont like gatekeeping and these ppl need more love:

Unpredictable (true crime)—when you look up the definition of underrated this chanel pops up istg they are just that good. Their videos are good quality, with clean and precise narration. The tone of the video is respectful and informative—in case youre like me and dislike when people crack jokes when covering the stories of actual victims. The wording is really good and precise, so you dont have to actually watch the video and can listen in if you prefer.

Nexpo (horror, paranormal/supernatural stuff, internet urban legends)—really love his work! The videos are amazing quality with so much effort put into them! The research done never feels superficial and the narration is really nice, the videos are done in a way where you dont need to watch the video to understand whats going on and can just listen in. Amazing stuff omd i love this man hes so goated

Farell McGuire (horror, internet urban legends)—the stuff he talks about isnt all that well known and is super intresting! The research is good, the narration is amazing amd the video quality is great too! I defo reccomend if you prefer shorter videos, since his vids tend to be in a ≈10-30 min range, unlike the others on this list who make much longer content.

Horses (books, history, taboo things, anything tbh)—oh yeah, boy do i mean anything. From cannibalism to book analysis, you name it they have a video in some connection to it. Anyways, the videos? Chefs kiss. These are in a much "listen in" kinda format, but still really good nonetheless. The analysis they do is informative and well researched, with good narration! The topics they choose to cover are like i mentioned, taboo, yet incredibly intresting!

Mothers basement (anime)—not really underrated per se, but shh still love him. His anime vids and analyses are really good, with the entertainment value being top notch! His critiques are really good and even if you dont agree with him you'll still want to listen to his take. The narration is great and the editing is top notch! Probs the best anime channel on yt atm tbh.

HM since i got too lazy to continue typing: The beak (brainrot, videogames), Uhh yeah (brainrot, videogames), raymundo 2112 (same as the rest)—all three of these come down to personal prefrence, as they all cover similar stuff imo. Still, all three of them are worth a watch!!

[friendlyrandomperson]

Butterfly Kisses

Before Frank met Eddie, he had never heard of a Butterfly Kiss before. It intrigued him, and he recalls asking Eddie what it was when the man had brought it up about three months into dating.

🦋💋💌

“You ain’t evah heard of a butterfly kiss?”

“No, I have never heard of it in my life.”

“You want me ta show you?”

Frank feels his face warm up almost instantly. Kisses are definitely not his most common form of affection, but they are one of his favorites from Eddie. The kisses on his cheeks, and when Eddie helps him find new bugs.

Frank places down his book and folds his hands in his lap.

“Yes, please do.”

Eddie smiles, leaning over and resting his chin on Frank’s shoulder.

The unibrow of the other man raises at one side, and Frank closes his eyes with a smirk, unaware of what was about to occur.

He hears his boyfriend sit up a little, then feels his arm around his shoulders before a soft brushing sensation against his cheek causes him to snicker a little bit.

A small chuckle emerges from his partner before the brushing happens again, making Frank burst into a fit of giggles.

Eddie pulls back slightly, opening his eyes and staring at Frank with adoration in his eyes.

Eddie leans forward, Frank still giggling, and presses his lips to the man’s cheek, using the arm around his shoulder to pull him closer as he does so, keeping his eyes closed and his body relaxed. He feels Frank stiffen slightly, and pulls back right away, his eyes shooting open in concern before he sees the flustered look on Frank’s face before his head begins to spin.

“EdDdDdDdIiIiIiIiIeEeEeE~!”

Eddie laughs, pulling Frank closer as the other man crosses his arms, a smirk on his face.

🦋💋💌

The soft crackling of candles, low breathing, chatter from the television, and the soft smell of lemon and vanilla fills the home, a cozy, calm environment familiar to the men inside.

Frank’s forehead rests on his husband’s right cheek, his arms placed on the man’s chest, legs intertwined with Eddie’s, his eyes shut loosely, simply appreciating the man beside him.

Oh, Eddie.

He loves Eddie, every piece of him, from his hair to his voice to his personality.

He’s perfect.

Eddie tightens his grip on his husband’s waist slightly, his arms pressing against the man’s back just a little bit more as he pulls him up, closer to him even if just a little bit.

“Snrk… dear..”

Eddie opens one of his eyes sleepily, simply keeping his eye half open instead.

“Hm? What’s up, honeybun?”

Eddie moves his hands to his waist, gently lifting the man a little bit more so that his forehead was more to Eddie’s eye level instead, gaining another repressed giggle from his husband.

“Heh, your eyelashes..”

Eddie raises his eyebrow and blinks, hearing another snicker.

“Mah eyelashes? What’s wrong with mah eyelashes?”

Eddie blinks a few times to emphasize his point, causing the other man to squirm a little as his shoulders shake slightly. Sleepiness slowly leaving him, Eddie opens his other eye and looks at Frank for a few seconds before his eyes grow wide.

“Ohhhhhhh.”

Eddie suddenly leans forward a little bit, his eyelashes grazing his husband’s forehead before he rapidly blinks, Frank squealing as he tries to escape, but it is no use.

“EDDIEHEHE- STAHAHAP—“

His laughs fills the room, followed by deep breaths as he regains his composure when his husband immediately pulls back when Frank says to stop.

“I didn’ make you uncomfy, did I?”

Frank shifts, moving to be fully on top of Eddie instead of on his side. He smiles softly at Eddie, reaching out and cupping his cheek.

“No, sweetheart, I was about to fall off of the couch.”

Eddie sighs with relief, placing his hand on top of Frank’s.

“Oh thank goodness. I was worried there for a- YOU WERE GONN’ FALL OFF?!”

Frank laughs, his husband wrapping his arms fully around Frank, holding his waist close as he places his face into Frank’s neck, only making Frank laugh harder before he calms down a few minutes later.

Blink

Frank’s body tenses slightly.

“Eddie…”

Frank feels Eddie’s lips curve upwards before he suddenly lifts his head to Frank’s cheek and blinks extremely fast once more, gaining a squeal and more laughter from Frank before he switches to peppering normal kisses all over his face, from his cheeks to his nose to his forehead.

After Frank’s laughter and the amount of kisses dies down, the two lay on the couch, staring at the other with full hearts.

Frank loves Eddie.

Eddie loves Frank.

Some things never change.

[appleciders]

going insane over the pitt (binged it in two days) (dont do that) but one thing im not seeing anyone mention is that Langdon seems. lowkey racist? he shows mel and whittaker a level of patience he didnt show trinity, he mostly ignores the nurses and samira, and he steals drugs from a black man that he can easily pin the theft on. i dont think hes violently or overtly racist but. idk

i mean yeah!

i think the show is big on demonstrating biases that the characters have, and i think that all the white people on the show are racist to some degree, just like white people in the real world (robby and whitaker also have clear moments this season). as with the show's treatment of women, there is the question of how much was this intentional vs. how much is this the side effect of a white writers room. in either case, i think the differences in langdon's relationship dynamics and the level to which he uses his awareness of his own white privilege to his advantage is interesting.

he says the family of the young boy who ate the pot gummy will be fine because they're white (which feels like it would also be a comfortable reassurance for yourself and your own family's potential fate as a white addict diverting drugs). and he knows that his, a white doctor's, word will be taken above willie, a Black alcoholic's - so like you said, he frames him as dealing his prescription to get what he wants. he uses his public-facing self-awareness to disguise how he plays that in his favor.

he also like intentionally leans into the ignorant white guy asshole shtick in his "namaste" exchange with princess. it feels like getting ahead of it to deflect real criticism - yes i'm a culturally insensitive jerk, but as a joke. not for real! except, well. it is interesting that his dynamic with most of the women of color he works with is like bantery-adversarial type affection: collins, princess, garcia.

his dynamic with perlah we don't see super much of - he asks her about kids' pets, and he has that inconsiderate comment about how they could really use dana back on the floor right in front of her and she flips him off.

and i don't know that he ignores mohan, exactly - face to face they seem to have a chill enough working relationship, like in the "we all have adhd" conversation. but we saw in the og script (and can i feel safely infer from mohan's lines) that he's one of the people laughing at her behind her back and calling her slo-mo. and it also is interesting that in that adhd exchange he asks if she can write the procedure note - i don't know how much of that is just a typical senior/junior thing, but it's the only time to my memory that we hear someone ask that, so he's not afraid of asking her to pick up some of his slack. (even when he knows that time is already a point of criticism against her.) hm.

and then on the flip, the characters he has the closest relationships with and ones that seem founded on like respect and need for their approval are white.

(there is another relevant critique here @ the show for how it stacks its hierarchy... okay so the charge nurses are both white and 2/3 attendings are white (and shen is written as the competent but comic relief new guy, we don't get to see too much of him as like an Attending imo) and the only woman of color in power we see is out-of-touch bureaucrat gloria. a) explain to me why you chose this direction to go in and b) one of your three non-patient Black women on the whole show???).

anyway, langdon's asshole-to-everyone-but-you thing with mel is already not cute to me personally to begin with. but it's even less so when you're like, okay, but out of the seven (thirteen if we count recurring) women in the cast, it's one of the three white women you give that grace to. the other two are cassie, who you speak of highly in a warm way, and dana, who you go to for advice and who you approach as a mother figure. he and dana banter, but as far as i remember he doesn't really throw any barbs at her like he does with the others.

i feel like i need to rewatch to see more of the whitaker/langdon dynamic, but he does pointedly choose whitaker (and mel) over santos to prove a point. these are the Good Newbies of which you are Not. and robby, you need to believe me over her—again, i am legitimate, i am more believable. and in general obviously he wants and needs robby to like him desperately.

anyway i am at the end of the day also white so i'm sure there's a lot more to be said and plenty of things that i missed too! i would really love to read more people's thoughts

[naomissecret]

Loser!matt meets fuckgirl!reader ⋅˚₊‧

it was a friends birthday dinner, she invited almost all of her closest friends and obviously invited nick, you met him couple of months ago at a party through a friend, he was funny, handsome, loud, he was a good friend to everyone in the group and it match the vibe of the group so he quickly became part of it, it surprised you when he arrived at the dinner with his brothers.

you knew chris, you’ve seen him in photos and he texted you one time when you posted a story, you considered to answer but the text quickly got lost between all of the reactions that story had so you just forgot about it.

and matt? no one in the group really had much to say about him, no one had really interacted with him that much just a little "hi” when he drops nick off at parties, and obviously he had his instagram account private, oh but he did knew about you, he knew your reputation, he knew how you enjoyed attention and loved to have boys drooling over you, he’s seen you in pictures with nick and he couldn’t deny you were really pretty and hot, but messing with you? hell no, never, that was territory he was definitely not stepping in, no way in hell.

the triplets arrived and everyone quickly greeted them, everyone excited to finally meet the other two copies of nick, chris greeted everyone happily and with energy just like nick, and matt… well he just waved and mutter a “hi” with a tiny grin.

they look for where to sit while you were talking with a friend, out of the corner of your eye you could see matt murmur to chris to sit next to you so he could be between nick and chris, for matt it was better that way, that way wouldn’t have to talk to nobody if he needed something, did he wanted more water? he’ll tell nick, did he wanted salt? he’ll tell chris to pass it, it was easier that way.

but this time chris forced him to sit by side you, he forcedly sat awkwardly and stayed quiet almost all the time, sometimes chuckling a bit at the jokes his brothers would say but still reserved to talk with someone in the group.

you noticed matt not really interacting and that made you put your attention on him, he looked so good, exactly like your type so you had no hesitation on talking to him “you’re matt,right?” you said and snapped matt from his own world

he leaned his head to look at you and slightly nod as he hummed “mhm”, you grin flirty “I’ve never seen you before” you talked softly, he slightly smirked and talked “I’ve never go out with your group, just nick”

“seems like nick and chris got all the social skills” you say, discreetly batting your lashes at him, his smirk widening barely “something like that yeah, i don’t really go out, i like staying at home” he muttered as he played with the fork in his hand

that smirk, fuck, it settled something inside you, “I can tell, you don’t look like the type that goes out a lot” you talked and sipped from your espresso martini, “no, I’m not” he said shortly but still with that smirk on his face, “but at least you’re the handsomest from the three of you” you said in that soft, flirty tone that normally would make a boy fall to your feet but he doesn’t, he finds your try amusing and simply grins “hm, thanks” he said looking away to the rest of the group, you were expecting a compliment back just like the other guys but he didn’t, it was… frustrating and amusing, like a challenge

he flicked his gaze at you with a look that you could tell he was doing it on propuse, he didn’t wanted and had no intention to be just like the boys you wrecked, right? He wasn’t going to be like them, he doesn’t wants your compliments, he was nonchalant about your presence and that was the challenge, how long would take you to make him fall at your feet? how long would take for him to stop playing hard to get, how long for him to give into you?…

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Trial 1 - Relative Zero° Voice Drama (Side-By-Side English Translation)

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ミルグラム監獄内尋問室 INTERROGATION ROOM IN MILGRAM PRISON 薄暗い尋問室の中。 のんきに鼻歌を歌っているユノ。 A dimly lit interrogation room. YUNO is humming carefree. ユノ 「～♪」 YUNO: ～♪ 扉の外からコツコツと足音。 Footsteps patter outside the door. ユノ 「お。来たかな......ふふ」 YUNO: Oh. Are they here…hehe. イタズラっぽく笑うユノ。 まもなくガシャンと乱暴に扉が開く。 YUNO smiles mischievously. ES soon opens the door with a crash. エス 「囚人番号2番ユノ。尋問を始め......」 ES: Prisoner Number 2, YUNO. Interrogation will begin… 部屋の中にユノが見当たらず、あたりを見回すエス。 Unable to find YUNO in the room, ES looks around. エス 「......？どこにいった......」 ES: …? Where did she go… ユノ 「わっ！！」 YUNO: Boo!! 扉の裏に隠れていたユノ、エスの後ろから驚かす。 動じないエス。 YUNO, who was hiding behind the door, surprises ES from behind. ES remains unfazed. エス 「......何をしている」 ES: …What are you doing. 그ノ 「あれ～。看守さん、リアクションうっすいなぁ。もっと驚いてよ〜」 YUNO: Huh~ Warden-san, that was such a weak reaction. Look more surprised~ エス 「......さっさと座れ。尋問を始める」 ES: …Sit down now. I’m going to begin the interrogation. ユノ 「は～い....」 YUNO: Oka~y… 椅子に座るユノ。 目の前に立つエス。 YUNO sits in a chair. ES stands in front of her. エス 「ミルグラムはお前たち囚人の罪を明らかにし、適切な判断をくだすために存在している。そのためにいくつか話をしよう」 ES: MILGRAM exists to uncover the sins of you prisoners and to reach an appropriate judgement. Hence, let’s have a chat. ユノ 「おっけー。話そ話そ」 YUNO: Oka-y. Let’s talk. エス 「......まず」 ES: …First of all

言いかけたエスを遮る楽しげなユノ。 YUNO happily interrupts ES as they are about to speak. ユノ 「まず自己紹介とかしとく？カシキユノ。18歳。高校生。9月2日生まれの乙女座のO型」 YUNO: Shall I introduce myself first? Yuno Kashiki. 18 years-old. High school student. Born September 2nd, Virgo, blood type O. [T/N: Originally, YUNO said she was 16 years-old but the scriptbook fixed the error and made her 18 years-old.] エス 「......ストップ、ユノ」 ES: …Stop, YUNO. ユノ 「なになに？」 YUNO: What is it? エス 「質問はこちらからする」 ES: I’m asking the questions here. ユノ 「どうぞどうぞ〜」 YUNO: Of course, go ahead~ 咳払いをし、続けるエス。 ES clears their throat and continues. エス 「ンン……囚人としてミルグラムに囚われて数日というところか。率直に、どうだ？監獄生活は」 ES: Hm… I guess it’s been a few days since you were held prisoner by MILGRAM. Frankly speaking, how is it—prison life? 厳粛な雰囲気を作ろうとするエスだが、ユノは取り合わない。 ES attempts to create a solemn atmosphere, but YUNO doesn’t take them seriously. 그ノ 「んー？意外と楽しいよ。家族がどうしてるかなぁって心配はあるけど......不思議体験って感じで」 YUNO: Hm-? It’s surprisingly fun! I’m a bit worried about how my family’s doing, but… it feels like a surreal experience. エス 「楽しい......か......」 ES: It’s… fun…? ユノ 「そうだね、他の囚人の人たちもみんな面白いし、まだ色々探り合いって空気もいいね。そういう時期の人間観察ってやっぱり楽しいよね～？」 YUNO: Yep! The other prisoners are all interesting and the whole phase of still feeling each other out is nice. It’s always fun to observe humans in this sort of stage, isn’t it~? エス 「ユノ」 ES: Yuno. ユノ 「はいよ？」 YUNO: Yes-o? まだ喋りそうなユノを制止するエス。 ES stops YUNO who seems like she’s about to speak. エス 「......緊張感がなさすぎる。尋問だと言っているだろう」 ES: …There’s too little tension here. I told you that it’s supposed to be an interrogation. ユノ 「あぁ、看守さんったらムード大切にするタイプだ」 YUNO: Ahh, yeah- Warden-san’s the type to cherish the mood. エス 「最低限は。お前の罪を許すか、許さないか、判断するための貴重な場だからな」 ES: Minimally. This is a valuable opportunity to decide whether to forgive your sin or whether to not forgive it. 睨みつけるエスのことを意に介さず、笑顔で続けるユノ。指を3本立てて見せる。 YUNO keeps on smiling, not caring about ES glaring at her. She holds up three fingers. ユノ 「緊張感がない理由は3つありま～す。......聞きたい？」 YUNO: The~re are 3 reasons why I’m not tense or nervous. …Do you wanna hear them? エス 「......それを解決すれば真剣に取り組むんだな？」 ES: …Once that’s resolved, you’re going to take this seriously, right? ユノ 「ん～。まぁ、そうなるかな？」 YUNO: Hm~ Well, I guess so? エス 「話してみろ」 ES: Talk to me. ユノ 「3000円になりま〜す」 YUNO: That’ll be 3000 yen~ エス 「いいから話せ」 ES: Just tell me. ユノ 「けち～......まぁいいや。じゃあひとつめ。看守さんの見た目が全然怖くなくてむしろ可愛いから」 YUNO: How stingy~… Ah well. Okay, first thing- Warden-san doesn’t look scary at all, they’re actually cute instead. エス 「......はぁ？」 ES: …Ha?

思いもしない回答に拍子抜けするエス。 ES is taken aback by the unexpected answer. ユノ 「おかしいでしょ。看守なのに。あたしと同じくらいの歳じゃない？むしろちょっと下くらい？」 YUNO: Isn’t it kinda weird? A warden- who’s around the same as me? Or maybe a little younger? エス 「......知らん」 ES: …I. don’t. know. あからさまに不機嫌になるエス。 ES is clearly in a bad mood. ユノ 「ほらほら、無理でしょ～。そんな可愛い顔で緊張感持てなんて」 YUNO: See, see- It’s impossible~ You can’t get nervous at such a cute face. エス 「......あぁ？」 ES: …Huh? 普段以上に威嚇するように睨みつけるエス。 ES scowls at her with a much more threatening look. ユノ 「あはは、眉間にシワ寄せても無駄だって」 YUNO: Ahaha, there’s no point in frowning エス 「......大変不服で不愉快だ！それに反論もあるぞ」 ES: …I’m immensely unhappy and dissatisfied! Besides, I have a counterargument! ユノ 「ほうほう？聞きましょう？」 YUNO: Oho? Let’s hear it. ビシッとユノを指差すエス。 ES points at YUNO. エス 「僕が屈強な大男だったとして、暴力をもって支配しようとしたところでお前の態度が変わるとは思えないな」 ES: Even if I were a big, strong man and tried to dominate you with violence, I don’t think your attitude would change. エスの指摘に少し驚いた顔のユノ。 YUNO looks a bit surprised by ES’ callout. ユノ 「......たしかに！そうかも」 YUNO: …Of course! Maybe. エス 「だろう？それはお前自身の気質の問題だ。よって僕の見た目は関係ない。まったく関係ない」 ES: See? It’s an issue with your own disposition. Therefore, my appearance has nothing to do with it. It’s completely irrelevant. ユノ 「めちゃくちゃ気にしてんじゃ〜ん。まぁいいや。じゃあ第一問クリアってことで」 YUNO: You’re really hung up on it, aren't ‘cha~? Ah well. Anyways, that means you’ve cleared the first question. エス 「いつの間にクイズになった？」 ES: When did this turn into a quiz? ユノが指を2本立てて見せる。 YUNO holds up two fingers. ユノ 「あたしが緊張感のない理由ふたつめ。先に尋問から帰ってきたハルカがニッコニコしてたから！」 YUNO: The second reason why I’m not nervous: HARUKA came back from the interrogation earlier and was smiling! エス 「あぁ......」 ES: Ah…

頭を抱えるエス。 ES holds their head in their hands. エス 「それは僕のせいじゃない......」 ES: That’s not my fault… ユノ 「おかげでよっぽど楽しいことが待ってるんだと思って期待してたんだけどなぁ～」 YUNO: I was hoping that something really fun was waiting, thanks to you~ エス 「お前が帰るときは絶対に暗い顔で帰れよ」 ES: When you leave, you’ll leave with misery on your face. ユノ 「ねぇねぇ。ハルカと何話したの～？あの子をあんなにニコニコさせるなんてすごい手腕じゃない？」 YUNO: Hey, hey. What’d you talk about with HARUKA~? Isn’t it amazing how you can make that kid smile like that? エス 「僕は尋問での会話の内容を漏らすことはしない。だが、そうだな......僕が何をしたか教えてやろう。思いっきりビンタをお見舞いしてやった」 ES: I won’t divulge the substance of our interrogation. However, well… I’ll tell you what I did. I slapped the shit out of him for his sake. ユノ 「わーお！」 YUNO: Wow! ニヤニヤするユノ。 YUNO grins. ユノ 「それでニコニコで帰ってきたのか���そりゃハルカが変態さんだ。第2問もクリアかな......」 YUNO: So that’s why he came back with a smile on his face. HARUKA’s a little mister kinkster. I guess that’s the second question cleared… エス 「なんだか気づかないうちに、お前のペースに巻き込まれている気がする......」 ES: I feel like I’ve been getting caught up into your own pace without even realizing it… 笑顔を崩さないままのユノが、少し冷たく言い放つ。 YUNO, still smiling, says a little coldly, ユノ 「みっつめ。看守さんに人を赦す・赦さないなんて決めれっこないと思っているから」 YUNO: Third. I think there’s no way Warden-san is capable of making up their mind on something like whether to forgive or unforgive people. ユノの顔は笑顔のままだが、空気だけが変わっている。 ユノの言葉に眉をひそめるエス。 YUNO’s face is still smiling, but the atmosphere has changed. ES frowns at YUNO’s words. エス 「......聞き捨てならないな。僕の能力を疑問視しているということか？」 ES: …I can’t allow that to be said without comment. Are you saying that you doubt my abilities? ユノ 「あぁ、違う違う。看守さんがどうこうってわけじゃないよ」 YUNO: Ah, not at all. It’s not about the Warden-san. エス 「......詳しく聞かせてもらおうか」 ES: …Would you care to tell me in detail? 不愉快を隠せないエスに対して、少し冷めた様子のユノ。 YUNO looks coldly, slightly, towards ES who cannot hide their displeasure. ユノ 「まぁ......システムを聞いたときからずっと思ってたんだよ。ここ、看守さんが有罪無罪決めるんでしょ」 YUNO: Well… I’ve been thinking about this ever since I heard about the [MILGRAM] system. In here, Warden-san is the one who determines guilt, innocence, and culpability, right? エス 「そうだな」 ES: That’s right. ユノ 「看守さんの好き嫌いでしかないでしょ、それ」 YUNO: It’s just what Warden-san likes and dislikes, that’s all. エス 「......」 ES: … ユノ 「あんまり詳しくないけどさ、日本って法治国家ってやつでしょ？法律以外で良いとか悪いとか決めたらおかしくなっちゃうでしょ？」 YUNO: I dunno much but Japan’s a country governed by laws, right? If you decide what’s good or bad outside of the law, wouldn’t things get completely crazy? エス 「ふむ」 ES: Hmm. ユノ 「例えばニュースとかさ〜。不倫とか不適切発言とか不謹慎とかで騒いでるでしょ？同調した人たちも叩き始めるでしょ？......バカだなぁって思わない？法律以外で人が人を罰するなんてキリがないよ」 YUNO: Like the news for example~ They make such a big deal over adultery, improper speech, immodesty, don’t they? People who agree with them also start beating people into submission for that stuff, you know? …Don’t you think it’s stupid? If people start punishing others for things outside the law, there’s no end to it. There’s no end to punishing people outside the law.

心底つまらなそうなユノ。 YUNO looks completely and utterly bored. エス 「......一般論になるが法律も人が決めたものだ。すべての人間が納得する妥当性を得られるものではないだろう」 ES: …Generally speaking, laws are also created by people. It’s not something that can be accepted or agreed upon by all of humanity, isn’t it? ユノ 「それ。自分が納得したいからって、無関係の他人に干渉してくる人が嫌いなんだよねー。それってマス......あー、ただ自分が気持ちよくなりたいだけじゃん？......その人達は、結局何もしてくれないよ」 YUNO: That. I hate people who meddle with others all because they want to feel satisfied by their ideals. Like, isn’t that just like jacking o…ouah- Basically they’re just doing it to get themself off- only doing it to making theirself feel good. …In the end, those people never actually do anything for you. エス 「ユノ......」 ES: YUNO… ユノ 「あたしがどんなに寒い思いしてても、なーんもあっためてくれない人たちだよ」 YUNO: Even if I’m freezing, they’re the type of people who’d never lift a finger to warm me up. [T/N: あたし (atashi) = feminine personal pronoun. This line has a double-meaning: (1) Sexual connotations that continue from YUNO’s previous line: Even if I’m freezing, they’re the type who’d never lift a finger to warm me up. (Sexual acts like fingering increase bloodflow to the erogenous zone, thus increase feelings of warmth) (2) Survival and care: Even if I’m freezing to death, they’re the type of people who’d never lift a finger to help me get warm.] どんどんトーンの堕ちていくユノ。 そんな自分にはっと気づいて笑顔に戻る。 YUNO’s tone gets darker and darker. Noticing it herself, she quickly switches back to a smile. ユノ 「へへ、話それちゃった！えーと、何が言いたいかというとね」 YUNO: Hehe, sorry! Got off track~! Um… What was it that you wanted to say? エス 「結局僕次第だと......」 ES: In the end, it’s all up to me… ユノ 「そう。結局もう好みじゃん？まぁ別に良いと思うんだけど、潔くて！でも、看守さんがどう思うかなんてあたしにはどうしようもない。だから取り繕う意味がない。普段どおり楽しく過ごしているってわけ！」 YUNO: Yeah. In the end, it’s just a matter of preferences, right? I mean, I think that’s fine- kinda refreshing actually! But, how Warden-kun feels about me is totally outta my control. So there’s no point in trying to cover it up and pretend. I’m just having fun like usual! あっけらかんとしたユノに、ため息をつくエス。 ES sighs at YUNO’s carefree attitude. エス 「......なかなかクセモノだな、お前も」 ES: …You’re quite “quirky”, aren’t you. [T/N: クセモノ (kusemono) means “a person/thing that’s different from the norm”. With ES’ tone and form of banter in mind, it was translated into “quirky”.] ユノ 「そう？普通じゃない？」 YUNO: Really? I’m pretty normal, aren’t I? エス 「良いだろう。お前がお前らしくいるように、僕も看守らしくやらせてもらう」 ES: Very well. Just as you are yourself, I too can act out my role as a Warden. バッとコートを翻し、 ES dramatically wooshes their coat. エス 「ユノ。お前自身は自分の罪についてどう考えているんだ？」 ES: YUNO. What do you think about your own sins? ユノ 「え？」 YUNO: Huh? エス 「お前のその感性をもってすれば何故自分がここに入れられたかはわかっているんだろう？」 ES: With your sensibility, I’d imagine that you would understand why you were put in here, wouldn’t you?

少し考えたのちに、口を開くユノ。 YUNO ponders for a bit, then opens her mouth. ユノ 「......まぁ『ヒトゴロシ』呼ばわりされそうなことは一件ほど」 YUNO: …Well, there’s one thing that you could call me “murderer” for. エス 「よろしい。では、お前はお前の罪をどう感じる？赦されるべきものか？赦されざるものか？」 ES: Good. Then, how do you feel about your crime? Is it something that should be forgiven? Or something that shouldn’t be forgiven? ユノ 「んー......」 YUNO: Hm… 少し考え込むユノ。 あきらめたようにパッと顔をあげる。 YUNO thinks for a moment. Suddenly, she snaps out of it, as if giving up on the thought. ユノ 「......さぁ？わかんない。考えるのめんどくさいかなぁ」 YUNO: …well, I don’t know? I guess I don’t really feel like thinking about it. エス 「考えろ」 ES: Think. ユノ 「うーん、ぶっちゃけ看守さんがさないならさないでいいよ」 YUNO: Hmm, honestly if the Warden doesn’t wanna forgive me, that’s fine! エス 「赦されたいとは思わないのか？」 ES: You don’t want to be forgiven? ユノ 「必死で謝ってまでは別にいいかな。自分のしたいことをした結果だから」 YUNO: I mean I don’t exactly feel like desperately apologizing or anything. I just did what I wanted to do. エス 「罪の意識はないのか？」 ES: You don’t feel any guilt? ユノ 「どうかな？それも考えるのやめちゃった」 YUNO: Who knows? I’ve completely stopped thinking about that too. エス 「......適当だな」 ES: …You’re so nonchalant. ユノ 「......世の中が真面目すぎるだけだよ」 YUNO: …The world’s just too serious, that’s all. 問答を終え、納得したようなエス。 The questioning ends and ES appears to have reached some sort of understanding. エス 「ユノ、お前はふざけているように見えて頭の良い人間だ」 ES: YUNO, you might act like a fool but you’re actually quite a smart person. ユノ 「......それはどうも？買いかぶりだけどね」 YUNO: …Thanks? Though, you’re giving me way too much credit. エス 「だが、それゆえか諦観している。自分にも、人間にも、社会にもすべてを悟って冷めた顔をしているな」 ES: However, because of that, maybe you’ve grown indurate. Towards yourself, towards humanity, towards society—you’re aware of everything that it’s made you cold. [T/N: 諦観している (teikan shiteiru) means “to be aware of the truth(s) of reality to the point that a person is resigned because of it”. As such, teikan shiteiru was translated into “indurate” which means “to harden or to make unfeeling [one’s heart]”.] エスの言葉にあからさまに不機嫌になるユノ。 YUNO’s mood clearly shifts into displeasure at ES’ words. ユノ 「......ヘー、なに。お説教？精神論系のやつ？一番嫌いだよ？」 YUNO: …Wow, what’s this? A lecture? Some kind of mind-over-matter thing? I hate those the most, you know. [T/N: 精神論 (seishinron) is the over-emphasis/misguided belief in willpower. For example, “You just need to stop thinking about bad things. It’s all in your mind, it’s a matter of willpower.”] エス 「くくく......」 ES chuckles. わずかに微笑むエス。 ES gives a faint smile. エス 「へらへらと空虚な言葉を吐いているお前より、今のイラついたお前の方がずっと好ましい」 ES: I prefer the irritated you over the you that just spouts out empty words with a lackadaisical grin. ユノ 「......え？」 YUNO: …Huh? エス 「冷めたままでいい。ごまかさなくていい。僕の前ではな」 ES: It’s fine to stay cold. You don’t have to fake anything. At least, not in front of me.

突如部屋にある時計から鐘の音がなる部屋の構造が変化していく。 The clock begins to chime and, suddenly, the room begins to change. ユノ 「部屋が、変わっていく......」 YUNO: The room’s… changing… エス 「尋問はこれにて終了。ここからはお前の記憶から生み出される心象を覗かせてもらう」 ES: This interrogation has concluded. From here on out, I will be peering into the mental world born from your memories. ユノ 「......歌で引き出す、って言ってたやつ？」 YUNO: …This is that thing you said would be drawn out through song, right? エス 「そうだ。お前の冷めた心も、適当な言葉も、何故そう至ったかも......すべて僕が突き止め、受 け止めてやる」 ES: Yes. Your cold heart, your wanton words, and even the reason you ended up that way… I’ll uncover it and accept it all. ユノ 「看守さん......」 YUNO: Warden-san… エス 「隠し事は不可能。ゆえに何も取り繕う必要はない。お前はお前のままでいればいい。ありの ままのお前を、僕が身勝手に判断してやる。......それがミルグラムだからな」 ES: Secrecy is impossible. Therefore, there is no need to pretend. It’s okay to just be yourself. I’ll judge the real you with my own, selfish terms. …That’s what MILGRAM is. ユノ 「なぁに、そのめちゃくちゃな理論......」 YUNO: What- What kind of twisted logic is that…? 呆けていたユノ、目を閉じ微笑む。 YUNO, once blank, closes her eyes and smiles gently. ユノ 「でも、そうだなぁ。想像してみるとそれは......。ちょつとだけ......あったかいな」 YUNO: But you know what- Now that I imagine it, it’s… just a little bit… warm. ユノの肩に手を載せるエス。 ES places a hand on YUNO’s shoulder. エス 「囚人番号2番、ユノ。さぁ。お前の罪を歌え」 ES: Prisoner Number 2, YUNO. Now… Sing your sins!

[akkivee]

The Yamada Family's Special Curry: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Jiro: A curry battle huh…? They sure came up with a weird idea this time around…

Ichiro: I also think it’s a strange concept, but I still want to prove we’re the best. Will you two help me out?

Jiro & Saburo: Of course!!

Ichiro: Glad to hear it!

Saburo: We’re used to making curry so I think we should get started immediately!

Ichiro: Ah, about that… *places down a plate* I actually went ahead and made a prototype curry!

Saburo: As expected, Ichi-nii, you prepared something beforehand!

Ichiro: If we’re going to win over everyone, we can’t just use our usual curry. I was hoping you guys could help me perfect the ultimate curry!

Saburo: Then we’ll try the prototype so we can start ameliorating any flaws it may have!!

Jiro: A-Ameli…?? I don’t get what he just said but you can leave its flavour to me!!

Ichiro: Thanks, you two! Then, why don’t you go ahead and give it a taste?

Jiro & Saburo: Absolutely! *eats*

Jiro & Saburo: Mmm??

Jiro: This isn’t the flavour of our usual curry…! Did he really forget the most important part…??

Saburo: It’s greasy and tastes terrible…! I don’t want to say something Ichi-nii made is unpleasant but…!!

Ichiro: So how is it??

Jiro: I-I’ve never had anything like it before…

Saburo: W-what did you put in it?

Ichiro: *starts bringing out ingredients* So for the roux, I decided not to use anything you can buy from the store and made a completely original spice blend! I also used domestic A5 graded black beef and fatty mackerel!

Jiro: Yeah…?

Saburo: I see…

*phone rings*

Ichiro: Sorry, I gotta take this, it’s a work call. …Hello, how may I help you?

Jiro: *downs a glass of water* Hey Saburo, what did Nii-chan do to this curry??

Saburo: How am I supposed to know?? I can only assume he was so focused on beating the competition, failed to give it any rational thought.

Jiro: Damn it…! Even though Nii-chan’s usual curry is already the most delicious…!

Saburo: My thoughts exactly! He didn’t need to use these fancy ingredients, Ichi-nii’s curry is already exquisite…!

Jiro: We gotta bring Nii-chan back to his senses!

Saburo: As loathe as I am to work hand in hand with incompetence, there’s no other way…!

Ichiro: Sorry, guys, I’m back! So, what should I add to improve the curry?

Jiro & Saburo: *nods at each other*

Jiro: Aniki, I’ll give it to you straight. No matter what you add, this ain’t gonna be our curry!

Ichiro: What??

Jiro: I get where you’re coming from, but you shouldered this by yourself without even talking to us… Isn’t that messed up?

Saburo: I feel similarly to Jiro. If we’re going up against the other divisions, shouldn’t our bonds as brothers shine through?

Ichiro: Our bonds as brothers…?

Jiro & Saburo: And so, we should use our usual curry!

Ichiro: But, if we use our usual curry, wouldn’t you be able to tell the roux uses store bought curry and ingredients that were on sale? If we want to beat the others, then—

Jiro: But that’s what makes it our curry!

Saburo: Just like with our rap as the Buster Bros!!!, there wouldn’t be any point to winning if it’s not who we are!

Ichiro: You guys… *eats the curry* …Yeah, you’re right, this isn’t our curry. I understand what you mean!

Jiro & Saburo: …!!

Ichiro: Okay, let’s head out to the store to buy the stuff we usually use in our curry!

Jiro: Yeah! Once we hit up the shopping district, I’ll find the best bargain after a few rounds around the shops!

Saburo: According to my research, the type of roux that’s favoured across multiple age generations would be one that’s a bit sweet and hits the medium range in spiciness!

Ichiro: Thanks! I’m counting on you guys!

Saburo: Oh, there’s one more thing…

Jiro: What? We’re about to head out.

Saburo: No, it’s just, since we’re going to have to sell it, doesn’t that mean we need to come up with a name for our curry? I think the usual naming conventions revolve around the main ingredients used in the product.

Jiro: We got vegetables, fish, meat… If we go off of that, we’ve just got a variety curry.

Ichiro: We don’t even have to worry about that! No matter the ingredients, this is the “Yamada Family’s Special Curry”! And with it, the three of us will beat all the rest!!

[wingsofhcpe]

actually there's a huge difference between queerbaiting/"Hey guys look how gay these two are haha they're definitely gonna end up together, give us views uwu oh- never mind oops they're going to superhell" and "Hey it's 2004-2012 and there's no way we can get away with having our protags/main couple be two gay men but we really want to show these two are soulmates so we'll do it through subtext and underlying messages and by literally telling you over and over again their relationship is the most stable and important in the entire show, and the ending will imply they lived and died together", and it's insane that some of yall don't see how these two are not the same fucking thing.

[silverhalla]

alright single digit days so it’s time for last-minute baseless + unfounded veilguard theories!!!!!!! I’ll go first: the reason spite can’t take over lucanis’ body is because that body is ALREADY being possessed by lucanis, who was in fact dead and buried in the wake and rebound to a new form in the ossuary

[benevolenterrancy]

*glances at svsss' vol 4 worth of extras, aka 'the whump and smut pile'* you haven't seen anything yet

You guys are seriously taking an axe to my self-control;;; I'm trying to make this series last longer than a single month!! I'm trying to savour things!!! I'm trying to read something else and give the series a bit of breathing room before I pick up the last book but I want the "whump and smut pile" I want that so much I feel like a dog that's getting a treat waved in front of its face .·´¯`(；´д｀)´¯`·.

[mira-arty]

rip oscar's letter

I AM THE MASTER OF MY SOUL YESSS JOHN

WELL DONEE JOHNNN

and definitely rip oscar's letter...