two friends for the price of one!

  • Mashima: *points at Simon* and you get to sacrifice yourself!
  • Mashima: *points at Aquarius* AND YOU GET TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF
  • Mashima: *points at Gajeel* oh ho ho ho HO HELLO THERE IRON SHIT. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF
  • Mashima: *points at makarov* I just love being the grim reaper
  • Mashima: *smirks* who's next

Hey guys!!

So yep! I’m moving out of my parents house and it’s about time! I’ve been dying to do this for years, but I never could save up the money nor could I as an 18 year old with a part time job afford to do. But me and two friends have decided that we are sick of our abusive parents and that we need to get out, and quick.

All three of us have jobs, but they are all part time jobs being that we all have classes, which means we only make about $200 every two weeks. And while that’s enough to rent a place we fall a little short on the down payment plus pet deposit ( one dog and a snake ). So I’m here to ask out of the kindness of your hearts to commission me.

I can do anything from sketches to paintings to digital art. Prices vary depending on the complexity of what your wanting and the character.

But I do understand that not everyone can afford to commission me so if you can’t please please reblog this. 

and if you can and are wanting to commission me please contact me through Tumblrs messenger or through asks.


Water colour paintings

Digital paintings

please please please reblog this post for me 

hi guys!! i’m offering these super quick chibo comms because i wanna help some of my friends. i only have examples of cats but i can do other animals too! feral or anthro, both are fine. 

they’re $5 when buying one, $4 per drawing when buying two and more

message me a ref, pose and your paypal address if you’re interested c’:

Mulled Wine

I recently reblogged a post on winter wine and figured I’d share my personal version of mulled wine, as taught to me by my roommate.

Originally posted by butteryplanet

What you’ll need:

-Two of the cheapest, largest boxed wines you can find (preferably red, but one red and one white works as well). I’m talking higher alcohol content than price here

-Three oranges

-Two apples (I prefer Granny Smith but any kind is fine)

-Two lemons

-5-6 Sticks of cinnamon

-As much star anise as you can stand

-A cup of white sugar (more if you want a sweeter drink)

-Some honey if desired

-Pinch or two of salt


Step One: Cut up all your fruit into quarters, removing seeds as necessary

Step Two: Put it all in a big ass pot

Step Three: Heat, stirring occasionally. Make sure it does not boil and that the sugar/honey dissolves

Step Four: Drink!

A few of my friends like to make caramel to put in it as well or top it with cinnamon or nutmeg. Another friend of mine melts butter into his, so feel free to spice it up however you want! I personally add a lot of honey to mine as I prefer a sweet drink to the drier mulled wine you can make.

You can use a similar recipe to make mulled cider using apple cider instead of wine so if you don’t want to consume alcohol you can still make this!

So this is the first draft of my sad Turn It Off Reprise. If it were to be performed, it would be right after Kevin storms off (covered in blood) to talk to the mission president and Arnold follows. I hope you enjoy it. There’s plenty of Mcpriceley and sadness. Also, homophobic language, so beware.

And remember, this is only the first draft, so if it’s awful, I’m sorry. 

And please don’t steal? That would be much appreciated.

ARNOLD I’m sorry, guys. He’s my best friend.


MCKINLEY How am I supposed to give a good report to the mission president when I can’t even keep one elder in check for a whole two days?

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Wedding Series #5: Engagement Party

A/N: After doing research, I found out that in Korea, they typically don’t have big parties like in other cultures. Instead they just have a big dinner with family and close friends to celebrate the engagement. This is also typically when one will finally meet their s/o’s parents, since in Korea you only meet the parents if you are planning on getting married.


Jin would cook dinner for your family as a way of trying to impress them and to prove to them that he will take good care of you. The dinner would just be you two and your families.


Yoongi would take your families out to Korean BBQ and insist on them getting whatever they want, no matter the price.


Hoseok’s parents would have your family and close friends over to their house to celebrate.


He would be similar to Yoongi, except he would take everyone out to a restaurant that served food from your culture in order to include your family. If he could not find one, then he would ask Jin to help him find recipes and cook dinner for your family.


His parents would host it at their cafe in Busan after closing hours. It would be the perfect way for him to show you more about his childhood and it would be a more comfortable atmosphere for yours and his families to get to know each other.


He would probably have the biggest party of the boys, as he makes the most friends. He would probably rent a room somewhere and have it be more similar to a Western Culture style engagement party, such as having a karaoke machine or something.


He would be like Jin, with it being famil only, but he would take everyone to a BBQ place like Yoongi.


Iron Fist Countdown: 5 Days (#2)

    Danny’s disorientation on returning from K’un-Lun ranges from humorous (has he really never encountered potato salad before?) to heartbreaking. Though he is quick to find and latch onto a support system of friends, he struggles with a sense of displacement and identity confusion that he still, to this day, hasn’t quite made peace with. Though he spent the first decade of his life in New York, he has forgotten a lot of the details of actually living there, meaning that it doesn’t feel like a homecoming. And after having given up the chance to stay in K’un-Lun– the place he does think of as home, yet where he was also treated as an outsider, he feels trapped– caught between two worlds while not quite fitting into either. His main source of identity is as the Iron Fist, champion of K’un-Lun– which means nothing on Earth. And so he tries his best to find comfort, meaning, and a purpose in his new life.    

    We’re excited to see this integral and highly emotional aspect of Danny’s story tackled in the show– particularly since in the MCU, he’s been away for fifteen years rather than ten.     

As of right now my mother has broken our router, and has pretty much blamed me for it after me telling her over and over don’t touch it the cords are old(this thing is back from when i was 20)  So I am now in charge of paying for a new router and honestly with my only source of income being ONLINE and only way I can talk with friends and family it’s a major inconvenience for both her and i(she’s a teacher so she kinda does most of her stuff at home and can’t do it at work aka grade stuff). 

I’m doing two quick things cause i still have some i’m finishing so they are at set prices so please understand.  As of right now there is a set goal to just get a good router so i’m just going with the one from best buy i found at 150 so lets hope this all goes well

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Three years ago I decided I was going to get fit, so I joined a gym. My buddy, Michael said he would train me for half-price if I gave him the number of a girl in my office. That was an easy trade. I’d always be coming in for my training session as Michael’s last appointment was leaving.

That last appointment was Niall Breslin. Michael talked me into running a half-marathon with the two of them, and Bressie and I instantly became friends. There was no sexual tension or anything; we were both in our own relationships. It became an easy friendship: one I knew I could rely on.

Then my live-in boyfriend broke up with me and I went through a really rough time. No one was there for me like Bressie was. He totally understood my down days: days when I couldn’t even get out of bed. He texted to make sure I ate something and took a shower. He cared the most of anyone I knew. He even picked up groceries for me. But more than that, he seemed to know exactly what I needed when I needed it.

He and Roz broke up about a year later and I was almost as devastated as he was. She was super cool and I really thought they’d make it. That thought makes me feel even shitter about what happened next. 

It wasn’t right after they broke up, or even a month after. (This was what I told myself to make myself feel better.) Four months later we were sitting in a bar watching a game and knocking back a few beers. A few of our friends joined us and we got absolutely plastered. I’m not sure whose hand touched whose thigh first, but several shots in he was taking me home.

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Hi friends! Have a cool character you wanna see come to life? Just wanna see your two favs kissin? Well you’re in luck, because I do commissions and I wanna draw it for you! 

Check out my prices at the link above, or just message me with your idea and we can talk about it!


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Thank you so much for your interest, but all commission slots are now full! I’ll open another batch if I have time, so stay tuned!


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A cute icon for you (and/or a friend!) in 2-3 of your favorite colors. Max two (2) per customer.

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A black and white line drawing of the subject of your choice from the waist up.

Monochrome Painting - $150 each 

A greyscale or monochromatic painting of the subject of your choice from the waist up.

Full Color Painting - $250 each

A full color painting of the subject of your choice from the waist up.


  • No multi-subject, full-body, or environmental requests will be accepted at this time.
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*For characters created by an independent artist (webcomic, indie dev, etc) you must obtain proof of permission first.

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Alice To My Wonderland

Summary: Sebastian Stan’s always been that weird kid, you know the one. His clothes are a little off, he’s constantly getting in trouble, and he tags walls like his life depends on it. After a couple random meetings, you two get close, and Seb finds a way to make high school a little more bearable. 

Warnings: Rule breaking? Being a rebel I guess

Word count: 2400

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FRIEND @james-babechanan-barnes YOU’RE ONE OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE ON THIS SITE AND IK IT’S A LITTLE LATE BUT HERE YA GO, I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND!! (Also I’d love to write more about these two tbh, let me know if that’s something that interests you^^)

Tagging: @pleasecallmecaptain @waitingfortherightpartner @generation-hated @price-devant-la-cage @dontaskmetosay-idontloveyou @childrenofhumanity

Originally posted by mywinterobsession

The world outside your high school’s windows looked flawless with a gentle breeze rustling through bright green trees and the sun beaming down on the sidewalk . The bell was your saviour, thankfully cutting your teacher’s droning off and replacing it with antsy teenagers bolting out the door before he could assign any homework.

With the weather this good though, how could you even think about going home yet? Instead you wandered around outside until you found the perfect resting space; the shaded side of a small utilities building just far enough away from the school to ignore. Even better still, the one wall you decided to sit up against was coated with dried spray paint, the graffiti overlapping in swirls and lines and harsh contrasting colours so that it was a long time before you pulled your eyes away.

The peaceful silence only lasted a few minutes as your nose was buried in one of your favourite books. When it ended, it was from a shadow that blocked the sun from your view.

“Hey, you’re blocking my wall.” You raised your head and looked at the silhouette of a guy standing over you.

Your wall?” The glare from the sun wore off and you managed to see his face - floppy brown hair supporting a grey beanie and blue eyes to die for. He went to your school for sure, but no one really talked to him, or about him for that matter. He was sorta like the ghost of the hallways, always alone and always sticking out in a crowd. Though you could assume that he wouldn’t be nearly so eye catching if he wore regular people clothes, it was also part of his intrigue.

“Where do you think all this paint came from?” He asked incredulously, but not demeaningly. That was another thing about Sebastian, he was always smiling. Even when the principle was personally escorting him down the hall to kick him out of school for the tenth time that month.

“Seriously? When did you have time for all this?” You twisted on the cement and eyed the wall art more carefully, wondering how many layers of paint there really was.

“Now, typically. Look, if you’re not gonna find a different spot I’d suggest moving over a little, don’t wanna get paint in your hair.” He gave you another smile and dropped his bag off his shoulder, digging around for a couple cans of paint before stacking them on the ground where you used to be sitting.

You had moved a little more to the side, opting for a position where you could see his tags with minimal effort but also read your book in peace. After Sebastian was all set up, cans shaken and headphone loosely hanging from one ear, he spared you a quick glance.

“Whatcha readin’?” He asked flippantly, locating a spot on the wall he didn’t mind covering up and getting to work.

“Alice in Wonderland.” You replied shortly, more interested in the words on the page than the ones coming from your mouth.

“I liked the movie.”

“Not the book?”

“Never read the book.” At this you looked up and glared at him like he just said he’d never seen the sun before.

The next time you ran into him you literally ran into him. You were reading again, though this time it was on your way across the field to go buy a drink after class. He was fiddling with the music on his phone and walking the opposite way. He noticed with enough time to dodge you, but he neglected that option and watched you ram right into his chest.

Seb laughed, wrapping an arm around your back to keep you from toppling over into the grass and plucking the novel from your fingers before you had the time to react.

“Hey!” You reached out only for him to sidestep out of the way and bounce on his feet, finding a line in the book and reading aloud.

“He seemed to swell beneath my touch, to ripen. He smelled like almonds and earth. He pressed against me, crushing my lips to wine.” He bounced backwards with every step you took towards him, grinning cheekily and flaunting the bright blue cover in your face.

“Sebastian I swear, you’d better give that back right now.”

“What kind of harlequin novel is this, Alice?” You growled, going for a lunge that almost knocked the book out of his flimsy hold.

“It’s not a harlequin novel and that’s not my name!” He laughed and continued quoting the book, flipping to random pages and shouting the first thing his eyes landed on. You were silently thanking god that you two were the only ones still on campus.

Verging on desperation, you crossed your arms and stopped chasing after him. Sebastian stopped backing away too, but still chanted loud (and very gay) paragraphs.

“What do you want?” You asked quietly compared to his booming voice. He stopped searching for new paragraphs and looked at you instead, sizing you up.

“Hmm…” He slapped the book shut and rubbed his chin in mock consideration. “What are you willing to do to get this back?” He waved it in your face again and you rolled your eyes.

“Get to the point Sebastian.” Because you knew him well enough to assume he wasn’t going to request anything too awful or unbearable. He tilted his head and grinned, his beanie almost falling off his hair.

“I wanna play hide and seek.”

“This was so not worth it.” You growled lowly, pressing your back into the metal Sebastian had needlessly pointed out as Chris Evans’ gym locker - the captain of the football team and, unsurprisingly, every girl’s dream guy. Sebastian sniggered from beside you, craning his neck over the corner of the lockers to check where the flashlight beams were pointing.

“You’re having a blast. It’s like we’re in a video game!” He whispered excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him as he ran to the next hiding spot.

“I would’ve liked to known beforehand that the game you were suggesting was illegal.” You sighed grumpily, although it was halfhearted because you actually were having fun.

“Please, the school guards couldn’t catch a turtle if it rolled in on it’s shell. I’m much better at this than a turtle.” Just then the head guard called into the locker room and Sebastian’s hand tightened around yours in a mix of excitement and reassurance.

“Stan you get your juvenile ass out here, I’m not in the mood to hunt you down.” He shouted grumpily and you could see the handlebar mustache in his voice alone. Sebastian showed no sign of surrendering, instead scouting out a hall that looked to be a dead end.

“I’m not going down there, we’ll get caught for sure!” Your hushed voice sounded loud enough to give you away, although the security guard didn’t manage to catch it.

“C'mon Alice, where’s your sense of adventure? Don’t you trust me?”

Why would I trust you? I’ve met you twice.” And yet your fingers were intertwined and Seb’s thumb was rubbing over the back of your hand carelessly.

“Fine, then think about the porn you’re doing this for.” He smirked and twisted his head around, hearing the guard’s quickly approaching footsteps in the dark.

“It’s not porn.” You huffed, but followed him regardless. Not like you could stay where you were, your parents would kill you if they found out you were trespassing on school grounds after midnight. And with a boy? You’d be lucky if you saw graduation day.

After that, you and Sebastian just sort of found each other, he was way more fun than any of your other friends, who were already starting to drift away when they heard you were getting along with the weird kid. You didn’t care much, in all honesty.

You spent nearly all your nights together, either forcing him to read one of your favourite books (which actually turned into you reading them outloud while Seb laid in your lap or sat behind you and played with you hair, dropping the occasional cringey joke or stupid remark.) or putting on a Disney favourite of his and enjoying his pitchy voice as he sang along to Aladdin or the Little Mermaid. Sometimes you curled up into his side and fell asleep on his shoulder, others he would stretch out over the whole couch and force you to sit on his stomach if you didn’t wanna park it on the floor.

Every once in awhile he’d disappear off your radar. Never for too long, but sometimes it would be a whole day before he texted you again.

And then one day he didn’t disappear. It was pouring outside, the kind of rain that causes floods in cities by a body of water, and he just showed up at your door. Or rather, far enough away from your door to throw rocks at your window and get completely drenched while he waited for you to skid down your stairs and unlock it for him.

It was odd, because he was always smiling, and he was now - except it was obviously forced. His eyes were red and he looked like he was holding back from gritting his teeth. You tugged him inside quickly, ushering him into your bedroom while you ran around grabbing towels and spare clothes from your brother’s closet.

He hadn’t said a word until he was in the dry clothes and you were mussing up his hair with the towel, leaning forward on your haunches while he sat numbly on the edge of your bed. You didn’t want to ask him what was wrong, because he didn’t look like he really wanted to say.

“Thanks.” He mumbled into the towel and you sat back, biting your lip to keep the questions from leaking out.

“You okay?” Which you knew was a dumb question because if he were okay he would not be sitting here holding back tears and making fists at nothing.

“I’m great Alice, how’re you?” And he almost sounded angry, but you knew he wasn’t. Not at you.

“C'mere.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist and you dragged him up the bed with you, setting yourself against the headboard and hugging him tight.

After that you found a clearing in the trees near your house where you two decided to go every time something made you feel down. Now when Sebastian disappeared, it was to go there. You brought blankets, snacks, and Disney movies to cheer him up. When you were there alone, Seb brought you books and read them to you. Though most times they were obscene and strange plots, you enjoyed them no less.

For a long while after that everything stayed the same, sneaking out with Seb late at night to go tag things or toy with security guards. Falling asleep with him on the couch watching cheesy documentaries. Goofing around in your spot, pointing at clouds or stars or ants.

Today was the latter, Seb had sprawled out over the entirety of the picnic blanket you brought, and you were throwing decent chunks of food at him to get him to move.

“Scooch over you blanket hog.” This piece bounced right off his head but he only grumbled and wiggled further into the fabric. You crossed your arms and stepped over to his head, kicking grass onto the blanket by his face.

“Seeebbbbbb,” You whined, pushing the blanket with the toe of your shoe and waiting for him to give in.

Instead he shot his arm out and grabbed your ankles, tugging them out from under you. He laughed when you landed on your butt, face full of shock.

“You did not.” You said sternly, and Sebastian’s eyes sparked to life, shrugging and giving you his usual mischievous grin. With his hand still wrapped around your ankle, he dragged you onto the blanket beside him and sprawled out on top of you this time.

“Better?” His nose nuzzled into your neck and his breath warmed your shoulder.

“No.” You laughed under him and wriggled away, but his arms wrapped around you and held you there, fluffy hair and beanie raising with his head as his grin came into view again. His breath was fanning over your face and it was suddenly difficult to look away from Sebastian’s endlessly blue eyes.

“What’re you doing?” He was only an inch away from you now, and your heart was beating out of your chest. His eyes flickered from your hues to your slightly parted lips and gulped.

“I think I’m gonna kiss you.” The way he said it made it seem like the simplest thing, like he was reading from one of your books or singing a song from his favourite movie. He was in a daze, and he couldn’t focus on much aside from the smell of your chapstick or the feel of your waist in his hands.

“Oh.” Because you really didn’t have anything else to say about it.

And then, like gravity was pushing him forwards, his lips brushed over yours. It was soft and curious at first, when neither of you really registered what was happening, but once that phase was over and you realized that Seb’s mouth was probably the best thing to happen to you, your arms wound around his neck and your tongue swept over his lip.

Seb picked himself up off the blanket and hovered over you, hands still planted on your sides and eyes screwed shut in an attempt to memorize the fluttery feeling your lips gave him. With his guard down it was easy for you to shove him off you and take his place on top, leaning on your forearms to meet his lips again, more passionate this time around.

“So this is new.” You commented lightly after a couple minutes, referring to the churning adoration you only just realized you had for Sebastian. He nodded with a wide smile and swiped a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I kinda like it.”

So did you.

is anyone interested in these gorgeous sets of YNWA double sided photo cards? i’m helping out a friend selling stuff from her group order (from korea) the photo cards are fan made in support of bangtan’s recent comeback ^^

  • ONE set (teal or pink version, 8 pcs/16 sides) = $8
  • TWO sets (teal and pink version, 16 pcs/32 sides) = $13, gets a free ot7 mini post card while stocks lasts!

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Let’s take a look at my ships, shall we?

An alcoholic, bisexual squirrel X an angel who loves bees and cheeseburgers.

A moose with a catchphrase (”so get this”) X a short angel who has the kielbasa you ordered.

A super-solider with a bigger heart than a blue whale X his creator’s son, with a metal heart.

 A teenage, nerdy spider X the product of an avocado having sex with an older avocado.

A boy who turns into a giant, naked cannibal X a horse.

The child of Snow White and Price charming, who has a son, a gun and a yellow beetle car X a one handed pirate with a drinking problem.  

A boy with two mothers, a dead father and a bigger family than all the angels in heaven X his great-grandfather’s right hand man.

A boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead X a guy he saw get murdered by the man who betrayed his parents.

A dog X a werewolf.

A twelve/thirteen year old boy with a tree hat X an Illuminati dorito  

A giant nerdy, turtle who knows ninjutsu X his brother’s best friend who usually wears a hockey mask and/or face paint.

And let’s not forget:

The Easter Bunny X the popular Winter Spirit that nips at people’s noses.  




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Here’s the rundown: I take full payment first (through PayPal invoice) before I begin any work, and then expect normally 3-4 weeks turn-around. Sometimes shorter. Very rarely longer, and I’ll let you know if it is. Yes, I will draw your original character! Yes, I will draw your fan character! Yes, I will draw fan art (with rare exception)! Yes, I can draw anthros and robots (although it may cost extra if it looks pretty complicated)! Yes, I reserve the right to refuse any content I feel yadda yadda somethin’ on and on, you know this part.

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January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: the woman she saw peering anxiously by the light of a match at the names in a dark doorway, the man who scribbled a message and handed it to his friend before they parted on the sidewalk, the man who ran a block for a bus and caught it. Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester’s bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.
—  The Price of Salt, Patricia Highsmith.


Since I have been doing handpoked tattoos on myself and close friends for over two years now, I think it’s about time I start offering to do them for anyone else that wants one. Minimum price of $20, $15 if you’re not from the Tucson area.

If you or anyone you know is interested in getting any of these, or any other original handpoked tattoos from yours truly, feel free to shoot me a message on here or email me at

Also feel free to take a look at my “my tattoos” tag for examples of some (but not nearly all) of my work.

That Looks Bad//An Ant-Man Imagine

Oh hey everyone! You’ve probably been wondering where the hell I’ve been. I promise I haven’t been neglecting this account, but it’s been so damn hard for me to think of anything to write about.

Since seeing the movie, I’ve been wanting to write something for Ant-Man. The other day, one of my friends jokingly said, “Hey, since you work at Baskin Robbins, why don’t you write about working with Scott?” And I was like, “That’s an incredible idea.”

So here we are.

Yes, I’ve been working at good old BR for about five months now, and I’m very excited to write this with complete accuracy. :)

This is probably going to be a two or three part series.

Let me know what you think?

Note: Prices, sizes and flavors are 100% accurate. Some of the details may not make sense to anyone who hasn’t worked at Baskin Robbins, so most of it is just for my own sense of accomplishment.

It’s kind of lame and really doesn’t make sense but I missed writing. <3


Title: That Looks Bad

Character/Celebrity: Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Word Count: 1326

Rating: T

Warnings: language


“Ugh, why do they put the calories on there?” You look up at the customer that has broken you out of your train of thought, a fake smile plastered on your face.

“I know, right?” You respond. “You’re buying ice cream! There’s absolutely no reason to care about calories.”

“Damn those federal laws.” She says, smiling back at you. “Anyway, I’ll have a double scoop in a cake cone of rocky road. And a single of pistachio almond on a sugar cone.” You nod and reach for the four-ounce scoop.

“Sounds good.” You expertly scoop two scoops of the rocky road and place them on the cake cone, pressing down to make sure they don’t fall. You do the same with the pistachio, and hold them out across the dipping cabinet to give to the customer. “I can check you out down here.” You move sideways to stand behind the register, but your shoulder slams into a hard mass.

Oh, yeah. Scott.

You’ve been training this new guy (late twenties/early thirties, way too old to be working at Baskin Robbins, probably has a kid), Scott, for this whole shift, and, yet, you keep forgetting he’s there.

“I got it.” He smiles at the customer and hits the touch screen a few times. “That’ll be $7.77.” He tells her.

“What a weird price.” Her smile is fake now. She’s flirting with him. Gross. He’s not even that cute.

“I’ll go wash the blender pitchers.” You say, absentmindedly, as Scott prints out her receipt and gives it to her, reading out the coupon at the bottom. Scott gives no indication that he hears you, but you grab the dirty pitchers from behind him and head for the sink anyway.

Grabbing the detachable sink head, you blast hot water into the three pitchers, the smells of mint chocolate chip, strawberry cheesecake and cookies and cream all combining into one. You pick up the sponge to wash the sides of the pitcher, making sure to get all the chocolate off. After rinsing it a damn third time, you dropped it into the bin of sanitizer.

“Have a good day!” Scott calls as the woman leaves. He turns the second she is gone and the smile disappears. “She wrote down three different contacts.” He says, holding up a piece of receipt paper on which she had, indeed, written down her work number, personal number, and email address. You roll your eyes as he crumples it up and tosses it in the trash can.

“Not going to call her?” You ask. He shrugs and doesn’t say anything.


The store has been dead for almost an hour. You decide to grab some batter and make some waffle cones. You mix the batter with water and cinnamon (mentally reciting the 1-1-1 ratio, even though you’ve done it a thousand times; one pound of batter, one cup of water, one spoonful of cinnamon) and turn on the waffle cone baker.

While you’re waiting for it to heat up, you watch Scott restock the cups. He’s desperately trying to figure out which cups are the singles and which are the doubles. You have to admit that, when you first started, it was pretty hard to tell, especially when they’re all stacked in a plastic bag. You open your mouth to help him, right as he figures it out and presses some into the dispenser.

When the baker beeps to tell you it’s heated, you grab a ladle and fill it up with batter. After pouring it in the center and tapping off the excess, you press the top down and start the countdown of 52 seconds. The store fills with the smell of cinnamon and you smile in spite of yourself.

“I didn’t even know you knew how to smile.” You glare at Scott’s sarcastic tone. He’s in his early thirties with a child, working at Baskin Robbins. Who is he to say anything about anything you do?

“Oh, ha ha.” You say, irritation clear in your voice. He chuckles.

“I’m only joking.” He says. “But seriously, you should smile more. It looks good on you.” You blush in spite of yourself and turn back to the task at hand, only to find that the timer has already gone off and your cone is burning.

“Shit.” You mutter to yourself, pulling on the top and grabbing the tongs to pull the slightly burned cone from the baker. But that isn’t what happens.

Instead, your hand slips and your arm collides with the top half of the baker. A searing pain shoots through your forearm and you let out a choked yelp. Scott’s head shoots up and he runs to you.

“Are you okay?” He asks. You nod, cradling your injured arm in your opposite hand. You aren’t okay, because it burns like a bitch, but you sure as hell don’t need help from someone on their third day. “No you aren’t. Let me see.”

“I said I’m fine.” But he doesn’t listen, and manages to grab ahold of your wrist, pulling your arm toward himself.

“That looks bad.” He says. “Here.” He gently pulls you with him over to the sink. He turns the water to its coldest setting and lets it run over your arm. You look at it and, sure enough, an angry red mark spreads across a good portion of your arm. It really does look bad. When you look up at Scott, you see his face screwed up in concentration as he tries to make the cold water as gentle as he can.

“There’s a first-aid kit in the back.” You tell him. He catches your eye, probably surprised that you’re talking to him, and nods. You gesture with your head in the general direction of the kit and he retrieves it.

“Come here.” He says simply, patting the cake-decorating table a couple of times. You move your arm from under the water, biting your lip when the heat returns.

You climb up to sit on the table in front of him, and he opens the first-aid kid. After a moment of searching, he finds burn cream, gauze and an ace bandage.

“When my daughter, Cassie, was four, we bought her a heating blanket because she was always cold.” You look up at the beginning of his story. “It ended up shorting out and catching on fire. Nothing got damaged, but she burned her leg pretty bad.”

“Was she okay?” You surprise yourself when you ask the question. He seems surprised too, but nods.

“Yeah, she was fine, but I remember how much it must have hurt, and how strong she tried to be.” You blush. You wonder if he can tell how much it really hurts when his thumb rubs the cream into your injury. You feel like he probably can. “Anyway, my point is, there’s no use trying to be strong all the time.” You hate that his words make it sound like he’s known you for years.

“That’s all I know how to do.” You mumble. He acts like he didn’t hear it, but you know he did.

“Alright.” Scott says a moment later as he ties off the bandage. “All done.” You’re immediately surprised that the burn has already stopped hurting as much. He holds out a hand to you and you smile as he helps you off the table.

“Thanks, Scott.” You mutter. He smiles.

“You’re welcome.” Before you can stop yourself, you stand on your toes to kiss his cheek. He seems surprised, but, when he turns, his face holds a smile. He leans down, like he’s going to really kiss you, but the bell on the door rings, signaling someone has come into the store.

“I got it.” You say quickly before he can say or do anything else.

“Okay.” There’s almost no emotion in his voice as you move past him to greet the customers.

“Welcome to Baskin Robbins!”


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[Early] Christmas present for my nanabae ( @nanabriere )

Nana, you are so amazing and talented and funny and beautiful. You make me laugh and you continue to inspire me every single day. I never thought I would get to say I know someone even half as cool as you are, and I am very lucky to call you my friend (and also my crush huehuehue) 

So I present you with your two blue baes. I would have drawn you in this too, but that would have been too much edge for one drawing.

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