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theemporium · 6 months

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SAW THE OCTOBER PROMPTS AND KNEW I HAD TO SUBMIT ONE IN

could i do 💰 with my fav boyfriend max verstappen who has just slowly creating a list of everything reader has looked at a little too long or talked about for a couple of minutes. It ranges from tiffany jewelry to chanel dresses to la perla lingerie to gucci perfume to louboutin red bottoms, he knows everything that the reader wants and just one day surprises reader with everything

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

“What…the…fuck.”

Max stood in the middle of your living room—your once empty living room that was now flooded with boxes and bags everywhere you looked—with his hands on his hips and a proud look on his face. And he looked completely unashamed with the scene around him.

“Surprise!” He said it so simply like he had just placed a home cooked meal in front of you, or maybe ran a few errands for you that he knew were a hassle. He was acting like the designer brand labels littering the living room of your apartment were normal, like an everyday occurrence. Though, maybe for Max Verstappen, they were.

“You…what….huh?” You looked at him, confused and baffled and desperate for answers. “What is all this?”

“It’s for you,” he said as he picked up a random bag nearby and handed it towards you, the Chanel logo making you feel a little nauseous. “Though I think people usually call them gifts.”

“This is too much,” you breathed out, your head spinning at the idea of just how much he could have possibly spent on you. At the mere idea of how much money was technically sitting in your far-too-small living room. “This is way too much, Max. I can’t.”

His brows furrowed together. “Why not?”

Your eyes widened. “Is that really a question you’re asking?”

“But it’s all stuff you want,” he pointed out to you.

“You can’t possibly—” Except the boy cut you off as he reached into the Chanel bag he was still holding, taking out a shoe box. And before you could even say anything, he was opening it to show you a pair of black platform heels you remembered vaguely showing him a few weeks back. “Max.”

“You said you wanted them.”

“I said I liked the look of them.”

“Same thing.”

It seemed like every possible object or item you had spent longer than three seconds staring at were currently sitting in your living room at that moment, and Max didn’t see an issue with it. And you knew you shouldn’t be mad at him. Even before everything changed between you and Max, you had made the deal to be the person he splurged on. You agreed to it. You accepted the terms.

But you thought things would change once your relationship changed, when it went from financially beneficial to an actual romance. You thought he knew he didn’t need to do any of this anymore.

“Max,” you started as you tried to step over a pile of boxes, your foot getting caught in the handle of a bag. But before you could stumble, he was reaching out to grab your arms. “Babe, you don’t have to do this.”

“You are making it seem like someone is making me do it against my will,” Max mused, a hint of amusement on his face as his arms wound around your waist.

“I’m your girlfriend, you don’t have to spend money on me like this,” you said to him, your hands interlocking behind his head.

“It’s exactly why I should,” Max scoffed. “You’re my girl. Mine to take care of and spoil and keep happy.”

“Max—”

“Stop saying my name like that, you sound like a school teacher scolding me,” he groaned as he rested his head against your shoulder. Though, something in his chest tightened when he heard you laugh.

“It’s just a lot,” you admitted in a whisper.

“It’s everything you deserve and everything I want to give you,” Max retorted before he slowly lifted his head, his nose brushing against yours. “I’ll calm down but don’t make me give any of it back.”

You sighed, smiling. “Fine.”

“Good, because I don’t know where the receipts are and I’m pretty sure half of it wouldn’t even fit in my car.”

His grin widened as your laugh bounced off the walls of your far-too-small living room.

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yxami · 11 months

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just wanted to drop by and say i’m in love with yandere streamer 🙏🙏 will you be planning to write more for him by any chance?

Yeah probably, I’ll do it right now cuz I’m bored

description: yandere streamer x gender neutral reader, soft yandere, he’s a creep, hinted stalking, bro is watching u even as u read this 😭😭

You were so excited and shocked from the message that your favorite streamer sent you. It was along the lines of you winning the opportunity to meet him! He had millions of subscribes so your chances were basically zero. You had no clue he was even holding a random event like that!

“When did you announce that you were doing a random thing to meet up with your subscribers? How many others are you gonna meet up with?”

“It was random! I didn’t even think about doing it until a few days ago. I’m only doing one meet up and you won that! It’s really lucky that you lived in the same city as me” His tone was chipper like an excited bird.

He was so happy he got the excuse to see you in real life. You looked so much more adorable in person, your outfit was neat and colorful, and your voice oh my god your voice was so cute he fell in love again.

“How long have you been a fan of me anyways?”

“For about 2 years! I remember the first time I got your merch I was so happy” You perked up at the question. You were so ecstatic to be talking to your favorite streamer up close and personal. It was like a dream come true for a committed fan like you!

“Really? I’m coming out with some new merch, I could give you some a little early if you’d like” He cheesed at the fact that you were so lively about his merch, his stuff, him!

“I’d pay anything for some new merch! I really like the designs, do you do them yourself or is it with a professional?” You were even more exhilarated to see not only him but new merch!

“I design em’ myself usually, sometimes with a buddy if I’m not creative. You don’t even have to pay for it anyways, it’s free. Just keep it a secret” He grinned, signaling it was a secret with a finger in-front of his lips.

“Don’t worry! I won’t tell anyone, I don’t have much friends to tell anyways so you don’t have to worry!”

“We can be friends! Here give me your phone” He put his hand out and you handed it to him. Immediately putting in his phone number, he took a selfie with a peace sign and made sure you were in the photo by turning the phone. He added his name with a heart and sent the photo to himself. Of course, he deleted it after so you didn’t see that he sent it to himself.

He wanted to treasure the photo once he got home, maybe even have a little fun with it.. like last time!

“Just don’t show my number to anyone, it’s just for you” He handed your phone back with a big smile.

“I won’t, I swear!” You beamed at the fact that he trusted you so much. You were happy that he was giving his number, and maybe butterflies formed in your stomach when he said ‘just for you’ but that’s something you can hide deep down!

“So, do you exclusively watch me, or is there other streamers I need to compete with to get your full attention?” He grinned, his tone was teasing but he was sort of serious. He wanted to get your full attention, even if it sounded incredibly greedy.

“I’ve been watching this other streamer, they’re pretty cool! But I’m watching you more don’t worry! I wouldn’t unsubscribe or anything, I’ve watched you for too long to give up now” You were being truthful about watching the other streamer but lately you have been tuning in on them more.

“Really? Who are they, are they as handsome as me?” He leaned in, resting his head on his hand to intensely gaze at you. Almost as if he was looking for any lies behind your eyes.

“Wha— I don’t know, I mean no they’re not but why would you ask that” You sputtered your words out like an old car starting up. You were caught off guard enough to fail saying a basic sentence.

“So they aren’t? That’s nice to know, anything I should worry about?” He chuckled at how nervous you got, you were even cuter with the red blush dusting your cheeks. You shook your head in response, refraining to even attempt at talking again.

“I’m glad! I’d be so upset if my favorite fan was giving me up after so long” His flirty comments and smile were so entrancing you had to look away or else you’d embarrass yourself again.

“What else do you do other than watch me? Any hobbies?” He was curious about things he couldn’t see from your camera being set up in your room. He wondered what you’d do throughout the day when you weren’t in there.

“I don’t know, I focus on work a lot during the day, and in the night I relax with games. A pretty simple life, not one like you have where you stream and play with others”

“That’s just as interesting as me streaming! I’m doing the same thing as you after-all, playing games while chatting with people. You don’t play with anyone else?” He sat back in his seat, making his posture more suitable for talking instead of teasing you like before.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I don’t really play with others cause I haven’t met a long term gaming buddy yet. I’m sure I’ll find one soon enough though!” You took a sip of your drink, enjoying the sweet strong taste of it.

“Well we gotta fix that don’t we? Consider me your gaming buddy then!”

“Sure! That’s really nice of you” You giggled at his enthusiasm at the end. He was so nice, you were really happy he turned out to be even better than what you thought he’d be.

His phone loudly buzzed before the two of you could talk more. The vibration was felt throughout the table, unable to be ignored.

“Shit I forgot, I’m supposed to meet up with my friend. I gotta run but it was nice meeting you. Text me when you get home and I’ll text you my address so you can come over tomorrow and see the merch and pick out your fave!” He got up, scanning you for as much as he could.

He was sad he had to leave you now, looking so cute for him!

“Okay! I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You planned to wave him goodbye but instead he hugged you tightly, showing the large height difference he had against you as you were pressed into his chest. He smelt like a vanilla and something addicting you couldn’t put your finger on.

He let go out the hug, enjoying one last sight of you before he had to go.

“Mhm, we should play some games later today and maybe some tomorrow when you come over” He pat your head, craving to touch you more but he decided not to be greedy, especially if he wanted to seem normal to you.

“You’ve been playing a lot of my favorites lately so we can play those!” You nodded in agreement.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll text you when I can play!” He waved his goodbyes, leaving with a cheesy smile at the fact that the meeting went so well. You were even more addicting in person. He was sad he had to leave you but at least he could see you tomorrow!

He could even hear your voice today when the two of you played games! And maybe use the photo he took to treasure your beauty as he pleasured himself..

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pricesbeltbuckle · 3 months

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Aaa I just discovered your blog with the Kon Kon and reader with autism—my heart ;u;

is it possible to ask for a part 2 of that, if that’s ok! Maybe like early stages of König and his partner but maybe the reader has also never experienced a romantic relationship?

so sorry if this is odd or anything ;3; I hope you’re having a great day and staying hydrated!!

His love - König 2

Pairing: König x Autistic!GN Reader

Warnings: Gun mention,Fluff

Boyfriend!König Who has had eyes on you before he even knew your name, he found you so intriguing. When he finally built the courage to ask for your name and number you gave it to him.

Boyfriend!König Who notices very early on that you don’t really understand his flirting and some of his jokes so he makes his best efforts to make it extremely obvious to you so you’re not confused.

Boyfriend!König Who is so excited when you finally pick up on his hints. He asked you out on a date and you happily accepted.

Boyfriend!König Who listens to all your little rambles on your first date no matter what it was about just because he loved hearing your voice and you being so interested in something, but that’s when the topic of relationships came up.

“Yeah so I’ve never had a serious relationship, my autism kinda gets in the way is what I’m told.” “People are douchebags Schatz you’re perfect. I promise your autism isn’t an issue. I’ll love you no matter what.”

You smiled at his statement and when the date was over you invited him to your house for a little movie date. He remembered the movie you talked about at dinner and immediately put it on for you just so he could see you get all excited, and that's when he first learned about your stimming and he was so in love.

Boyfriend!König Who buys you loads of flowers and you’re not used to all the kind treatment he shows you so you get embarrassed and just say, “Thank you Kon Kon.” Which is a nickname you gave him early on because you thought it would suit him.

But one day you slowly understand the flowers and you start giving him kisses on the cheek instead, and his face gets all red and he has to pretend that didn’t just make his heart all fuzzy and warm.

Boyfriend!König Who makes sure you understand his jokes and humor. He makes sure that no one around you makes fun of you either because you can’t quite understand the difference in sarcasm and seriousness.

Like for example someone called you dumb and that was sarcasm so he looked at you and just said “Sarcasm.” And you nodded but one time someone called you annoying and he said “Seriousness” And you got upset and he punched them.

Boyfriend!König Who remembers all your hyperfixations and buys things that are related to whatever you like, whether it be a book, action figure, album, tapestry, etc. He’s bought it for you.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you have designated times alone so you can regroup and calm down. If you ever go to his base and someone dares to bother you during that time? 10 Laps and 30 Pushups. He wants his love to be able to calm down after a long day of loud noises and annoying people.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you do his skincare, makeup, nails, or even hair. Whatever you wanna do he lets you. He has no problem embracing his feminine side a bit.

Boyfriend!König Who lets you pick out every song in the car if you go on a road trip just because he loves to see that little smile and adores you when you get all happy over something small.

Boyfriend!König Who has let you touch his guns with the safety lock on. You have no idea how many people he’s killed with that but you find it so fascinating he just has them. He smiles whenever you observe them and ask questions about them.

Boyfriend!König Who orders food to the house instead of going out because you hate loud surroundings and crowded ones you despise so he’ll order whatever food you’re craving just because. He’ll even feed it to you if you asked him to. And he makes sure to use the right spoon,knife,and fork so you’re not uncomfortable.

I really like this HC sm RAHHHH<3

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nyxknights17 · 4 months

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“You are challenged by Pokémon Trainer Lambert!”

So I had decided to make Pokémon teams for a few COTL characters out of boredom at a party, which led to this. It actually took a lot longer than I thought because I wanted all of the Pokémon to not only make sense aesthetically but also thematically. I’m pretty happy with this tho.

May or may not draw the other bishops as well as Narinder but I’ll have to see if I have the patience to design them all unique human looks or not. I’ll explain some of my notes and thought process below for anyone interested:

In my notes to consider for each team, I wrote down: “Sheep Pokémon are a definite must. Maybe Pokémon that start off small but get really big to mirror Lambert going from a sheep to a god. Research Pokémon that would be related to the concept of death.”

So I picked all of the sheep Pokémon, plus Gogoat because its look is close to Lambert’s. After that I decided to get a bit creative.

Basculegion feels like a bit of an odd choice, but allow me to explain my reasoning. Aside from the fact that Lambert can fish in-game, the story of Basculegion resembles Lambert’s, in a sense. Basculin evolves into it when it’s possessed by the souls of its brethren that could not make the harsh journey upstream. It carries the weight of its people, which was something I thought Lambert would be able to relate to.

…They’d probably name it “Baasculegion”.

Hisuian Zoroark took me a while to pick, since I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give it to Lambert or Narinder. I ended up picking Lambert because of two reasons. The first one is that, in the game, when you make enough deals with the Fox, the Fox calls you a “wolf in sheep’s clothing”, and gives you the wolf follower. The second one is simply that Zoroark is a canine and I wanted Narinder’s team to be more feline in nature.

Fun fact: Originally I was going to give them a Stufful or Bewear, but decided against it because other Pokémon just made more sense. I like to think they have it in their PC though.

#art #digital art #drawing #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cult of the lamb lamb #cult of the lamb lambert #pokemon #pokemon trainer #pokemon team #cotl #cotl fanart #cotl lamb #cotl au #? i guess

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gaycrittercentral · 11 months

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YESS WE WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE FANKIDS ‼️

Hhhhdhdgshgd I’m very shy abt them but I’m gonna be brave since a couple of y’all were curious!! :’> here they are!!

There’s four of em and their names are Maisie, Lacey (short for Shoelace), Crowbar and Junior. They were born tiny, hairless and wrinkly and developed the ability to zoom around and track smells before they managed to open their eyes so they start terrorizing Jimmy Two Teeth before they can even see him, they’re like a horrible mix of naked mole rats and piranhas lmaoooo

Also here is the first drawing I ever did of them :’)

When I was designing them I felt like there were already so many fankids out there that are a really perfect fusion of both of Sam and Max’s looks, and I wasn’t crazy about trying to do it myself so I just made an army of little maxlets. The Maxlings, if you will! But I did give them longer tails in later drawings and Crowbar has floppy ears like Sam, so they didn’t completely skip his genes jfkhsgs ^^; I have planned out how they came to be but I’ll probably put that in a different post (maybe I’ll even write a little thing for it teehee that might be fun). But I can describe them a little here!!

Maisie is the oldest (as in the first one to be found, they weren’t really born in the traditional sense so \_:p_/) and she just really loves sharp objects lmao. She is mostly non-verbal, but in kind of a Ferb way where she’ll occasionally throw out a cryptic one-liner and mostly remain silent with kind of an ominous stare. Her sisters and brother are completely unfazed by this and have absolutely no fear of her, but she loves being scary to everyone else. She constantly seems like she’s about to commit an act of incredible violence but she doesn’t like to be caught doing it, so it’s all off-screen. She feels like it’s scarier that way. Max is very proud of her.

Lacey (Shoelace, because she used one as a teething toy as a baby which is baffling because neither of her dads wear shoes where did it come from??) is one of the middle kids. She likes dressing up and bounces around between masc and femme and both and neither. She also likes chatting a mile a minute with Crowbar, and she’s less of a twig than her sisters. Later in life she might try and get a lil buff like Sam. She mostly likes to go along with her sisters’ ideas because her head is pretty empty a lot of the time, and she’s slightly less inclined to jump to violence than they are. But only slightly. She also maybe picks up Sam’s habit of grabbing random items.

Crowbar is the other middle kid and fairly precocious. She’s the first one to unlock language capabilities (I have a comic about that I can post later!), and she loves trying to imitate Sam’s vocabulary. Not that she’s, like, good at it yet, but she’s trying lmao. She’s always very cheerful and bouncy and probably the most likely to cry a little if something goes wrong, but also frequently swings back around to bouncy happy and tends to forget whatever upset her immediately. She swings violently back and forth between having zero thoughts and being head full many thoughts that she has to babble loudly all at once.

And Junior is the youngest, the smallest, the baby of the family. He’s very shy and sensitive, and his sisters are like his own personal bodyguards lmao. He has a lot of sensory issues that his dads make sure to help him with, like getting him soft clothes and a noise cancelling beanie (bc he ears not really suited to headphones) and shooting out overhead lights when they’re too bright for him hdkdhshs. He also likes napping in Sam’s pockets and under his hat and Max loves carrying him around like the baby he is. He’s also a creative little dude and he likes drawing (and also eating the crayons afterward).

All four of them are little goblins who have no concept of morality (like even Junior, he may be skittish but he still condones violence and chaos hdkdhshs) and will eat almost anything. They are truly their fathers’ children shjfjjdgdjshsh, and speaking of which Sam and Max are thrilled to have them around and completely obsessed with them hehe. They pretty much just carry on with their cases like usual except now they have a small pack of land piranhas that they can sic on difficult suspects lmaoooo

And I have some more sketches of them I can post, too!! So I’ll probably bounce back and forth between that and the virtues for a bit hehe :>

#oh and um feel free to ask questions abt them if y’all have any :>#hdkdhsjsh they are my little sillies and I like them a lot…#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #the maxlings #my art #asks

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gucciwins · 1 year

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an ex brings stories and mistrust

Word count: 3440

A/N: you asked for angst for some reason so here it is. i am so happy to know you still love bel and harry as much as i do. 🤍

Warnings: angst, jealousy, ex-boyfriend

read love on tour series

“I’m going out tonight,” you tell Harry as you steal a sip of his coffee. You love the smell but can never find yourself enjoying a full cup.

“Done being a homebody,” he teases.

You roll your eyes; after being home in London for a few days, you’ve been enjoying staying in your house but also at Harry’s. It was larger than yours, yet it felt cozy because he was here.

“Haha, a few friends are in the city and want to grab dinner, maybe karaoke,” you share, “what we do after is still up in the air.”

“You can always sing one of mine,” as he takes a blueberry out of her hand.

“Mhm…too bad I already have my song.”

“It’s a classic. You sing ‘you’re so vain’ perfectly every time. Always leaves me in awe.”

You feel your face warm up at his compliments. There had been a lot of begging for him to get you to sing in front of his friends one night. It helped. Most of them were a few tequila shots in. Although it is something Mitch brings every time you see him suggesting new songs, you should try to karaoke for them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, H.”

Harry frowns, wanting to spend more time with you this morning, but he knows you have a fitting for a red carpet. You’re working with an upcoming designer Sarai told you about, a Hispanic designer with beautiful looks incorporating designs from their culture. You just had to work with them; of course, they were happy to agree.

“Send me photos, please,” he mutters against your lips.

“Promise.”

You go to pull away, but Harry holds your waist, deepening the kiss wanting to give you something that would hopefully want to make you stay home, although he knew it was a losing battle. You pull away breathless, a smile breaking out as you see Harry’s puffy pink lips.

“I love you, H.”

“Te amo, Bel.”

_____

There was no studio today, and Harry decided to use the day to catch up on reading a few books Bel had recommended he got two chapters in when he was inspired to grab his journal to write these lyrics before they escaped him. Harry wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he felt his phone ring, he dropped his pen thinking it was Bel but to his surprise saw it was Naomi, your best friend.

“Hi Naomi,” he greets.

“Hiya H, where’s our girl? She’s ignoring my calls,” Naomi asks, straight to the point.

“She had a fitting and was going out tonight.”

“Did she? Say with who?”

“Oh, friends in the city. Don’t think she gave me any names.”

Harry peeked at the time on his phone and saw it was close to six pm. The day honestly had gotten away from him. He would need to cook himself dinner.

“Heard Dylan was in the city.” Harry frowns, hearing Sarai whisper to Naomi.

“Who?”

“Dylan O'Brien,” Naomi tells him, “a good friend.”

“Who’s still in love with her,” Sarai inputs.

Harry hears Naomi shush Sarai,” sorry they’ve been drinking.”

“Why would Dylan be in love with Bel?” Harry had never been more confused. He knew you saw Dylan as a good friend; you would go as far as saying he was one of your closest friends in the industry.

Naomi sighed, knowing they messed up.

“It’s not–shit. H, you have to understand this was years ago.”

“What was?”

“Dylan and Bel dated,” she confesses.

And Harry feels his heart drop.

How did he not know this? How could you not share this information with him?

“Listen, it was after their first film together. It was never made public and is something she really doesn’t share. She broke up with Dylan because he was ready to get serious and take it to the next step, and she felt she wasn’t there. He was heartbroken after, but he was always supporting her.”

“He didn’t want to break up, did he?”

Naomi sighed, “no, he fought her on it, but she was set on her decision.”

“Did she love him?”

Silence.

“Naomi, please!”

“Of course she did. But it’s different, H. You have to believe me. She loves you. I’ve never seen her this happy or in love, and I’ve known her all her life. You make her shine. She’s one hundred percent herself when she’s with you.”

Naomi sharing this brings him a bit of comfort, but he’s left with the question of why you hadn’t told him Dylan was an ex. He was sure there were no secrets between each other, but now he wasn’t so sure. Harry shared about his past heartbreaks and his hand in breaking hearts. You had shared little, telling him that you had two serious relationships that were not worth talking about because you had all wanted something different.

“I don’t get why she wouldn’t tell me.”

“She doesn’t dwindle in the past. Think she’s lived there long enough.”

Harry sighs because he understands, in a way, he doesn’t know what it is like to be alone for years or not to have a loved one to seek out for comfort to share childhood memories with, but he has been faced with loss and knows how hard it can be. He does not understand why she’d keep her relationship with Dylan a secret. It’s as if there was something more she wasn’t telling him.

“I’m going to ask her about it,” Harry tells Naomi.

He hears her sigh, “I’d be surprised if you didn’t.”

“Bye, Naomi.”

“Harry, please be kind. I know this isn’t the easiest way to find something out, but don’t react when you’re speaking with her,”

He sighs, knowing she’s right. Harry doesn’t know what would have happened if he found out through you, but for now, he had to feel his emotions, and he’d talk about this news when you came home to him tonight.

“Of course.”

The phone drops against the cushion on his couch. There’s too much on his mind for him to rest in peace. Harry decides to meditate as the best way to work through his clouded mind. It works for some time until he feels the urge to check his phone, so he leans across where he let it fall, his eyes bugging out to see how late it had turned and you had yet to turn up. He didn’t mean to bother you when you were out, but he was concerned because, for the past few days, you’ve been coming home to him.

He sighs in relief when he hears your cheery voice after the second ring.

“Hi baby,” he breathes out. “Are you coming back here tonight?”

You sigh, coming out low. “Sorry, H. We came back to my place with some friends. You’re welcome to come,” you offer, feeling bad about making him wait for you when you could have texted him earlier in the evening.

“Hurry back. We’re going to lose,” Harry hears Dylan call for you.

Harry tenses, forgetting that you had even asked him a question. “H?”

“No, uh, early morning tomorrow,” he lies.

“Lunch tomorrow, then?” You counter. “Vinny’s?”

“I’ll be at our table,” he promises.

Harry heads to bed with a heavy heart but is thankful he will see you tomorrow.

____

He had arrived early, wanting to have your food ready for when you arrived. You always loved eating the same meal here, the ravioli with butternut squash filling. It was good, and Harry always ended up stealing a bit or two from you when you claimed he needed to try it.

As he waited for you, he was trying to decide how to approach the topic or wondered if Naomi had already sent her a warning. A few minutes later, a large commotion in front of the restaurant caught his attention. There are people gathered around, and he catches a glimpse of your face making him quick to leave his seat and go help you with the crowd. To his surprise, Dylan helped part the crowd and guided you inside with a hand on the small of your back. The group stayed outside as Harry watched you turn to hug Dylan in gratitude. You stood there speaking with him before Dylan shook his head, leaning in to give you a kiss on your cheek. Harry was confused. You showed up with him, and even more that you managed to catch the attention of a crowd.

“Hey,” you greet him with a breathless grin.

“You alright?” He checks in.

“Saw that,” you breathe out. “It was fine. Dylan was there to help.”

Harry hums in response, trying to think what he wants to say.

“Did you order?”

“Should be here in a few minutes.”

You drop the menu, flashing him a huge smile. “You’re an angel, H.”

He sits silently, letting you start to tell him about your day when he interrupts your story about Sally burning pancakes last night. “Why did you show up with Dylan?”

You frown, leaning back a bit as he surprised you with the sudden question. “He stayed the night, and I had let Emerson borrow my car for the day, and I had forgotten, and he offered.”

“You stayed with him alone!” Harry exclaims.

“No, Sally, Nina, Saoirse, Tom, and even Sarah stopped by last night for game night.”

Harry huffs, “you could have called me.”

You grimace, “he was heading this way, and you had a meeting this morning.”

“And the paparazzi just so happened to know you were headed here.”

You frown, not liking what he was insinuating. “H, what are you saying?”

He shrugs, taking a drink of his water.

“Do you think Dylan called the paparazzi?” You sound surprised he’d accuse your friend of this.

“We’ve eaten here how many times?” He reminds you, not once have you had a run-in with paparazzi. “Funny he offers you a ride, and you’re conveniently papped together.”

You sit back in your seat, not sure what he meant. He’s been papped out from time to time, sometimes with you and sometimes when he’s out with other friends. There’s this world you live in, and how easy it is to get lost in your own world behind closed doors. Forgetting that others around you will do anything to get a glimpse inside.

“Harry, come on.”

He shakes his head, “forget it.”

After that, lunch is tense, little to no conversation is had, no matter how much you try. He checks his phone more often, making you fall silent. It’s the quietest meal you’ve had, and it makes you upset not knowing what you did wrong. Harry finished his meal before you but didn’t rush you. Not feeling comfortable continuing to eat, you decide you’re finished placing your napkin on top and offering him a small smile. He asks for the check, and soon you’re off, following Harry to his car, wondering if he’s going to take you home or back to his place.

You don’t dare ask.

It’s not until he takes a left turn instead of a right do you sit back in relief, knowing he still wants you around. Even if it is only to sit in silence.

He parks the car. You sit there together in silence, not sure where you stand. You reach out to squeeze his hand to comfort you and let out a breath of relief when he lets you.

“Come on, I’ll make us some tea.”

You’re not sure what conversation awaits you inside, but it’s Harry, and you know together, you can work through anything.

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Harry is quiet as he lets the kettle warm up. You set your bag on the couch before following after him. You can see he’s tense as he grabs two mugs from the cabinets.

“Need any help?” You offer itching to do something.

“I got it.”

You sit there waiting patiently because you know Harry will bring it up soon. He can only hold something in for so long before he pops, and you know you won’t have to wait long.

Harry pours a cup of chamomile tea into a floral mug you painted when you did a ceramics class together during the holidays. It was his favorite, which is why it resided in his home and not yours.

“I know,” he whispers, breaking the silence you were in.

You stare at him, confused, unsure of what he is referring to. He knows what?

“Sorry, H? I don't know what you mean.”

Harry pushes away his mug before turning to look at you. His eyes look lost and hurt, and you want to fix that; you’re just not sure you know how to.

His frown deepens, “I know—I know about him.”

Harry says him with so much distaste that you’re not sure what he’s referring to. “H,”

“Dylan—that you dated Dylan,” he breathes out, and your face falls in surprise. Harry takes in your reaction and knows Naomi wasn’t lying that you dated Dylan and didn’t bother to tell Harry he was an ex, only claiming he was a close friend.

“Harry,” you whisper, hoping he’ll let you explain.

“You told me he was a friend.”

“He is.”

Harry scoffs, “you can’t be friends with your ex, not when they’re still in love with you.”

You can’t believe he would say throw that in your face when he’s notorious for being friendly with his exes and having them out for shows. Instead of arguing, you allow yourself to take a deep breath and remain seated, hoping he’ll let you explain.

“Can I tell you about this past relationship, so you’re not only running on what you’ve heard?”

“Are you insinuating your friends are lying?” He bites back.

Naomi and Sarai are the only ones that know, besides a few close friends of his. You’re not upset with them. It must have been an accident. You don’t even want to know, but you want to talk this out with Harry.

“Dylan worked on my first movie with me, and I was so scared. He was nice and had a few movies and shows under his belt already. Our chemistry read had gone well, and it’s how I booked the role, but he was my friend first. Nothing happened during filming. I would have never allowed for that to happen on my first Hollywood movie.” You pause because you hadn’t thought back to that time in years when you were full of nerves and not sure how people would accept you as a lead, especially next to an already well-loved actor with a growing fan base by the day. Dylan was a friend, and it wasn’t until after filming wrapped did he ask you on a date. It was complicated, but Harry deserved the truth.

“We wrapped and went our separate ways. He called to check in, and we got to talking. He asked me on a date, and I accepted. He understood how I didn’t want this to be on every magazine when I was growing my name, and he was the star of Teen Wolf. It would have labeled me his girlfriend before I could make a name for myself.” You watch Harry. No emotions cross his face as he listens to you. “We dated close to a year when he wanted to go public and be my date to red carpets. I liked what we had; it was intimate and private, no need to give ourselves away to the public. It’s when we stopped seeing eye to eye. By the time our movie was set to release, we had broken up. Press interviews were hard, but we made it through. Dylan promised he’d be my friend, and he has been.”

Harry stares at you, and you have no idea what he’s thinking. You know you made a mistake by never sharing about Dylan or your other ex, but it’s trivial. The exes in your life didn’t define you and felt pointless to talk about when your last relationship was years before Harry.

“You broke his heart?” Is the first thing Harry asks.

You shrug, “we wanted different things. We were both so young.”

“Did anything ever happen after you broke up?” You freeze, and Harry picks up on your hesitation. “What happened?”

“He was going through a breakup, and I was in New York at the time. I reached out and offered my support. We ordered takeout and talked about how he was doing. One thing led to another,” you run a hand through your hair, feeling overwhelmed. “We agreed it meant nothing.”

Harry couldn’t believe how deep your relationship ran with him. How, even years later, you sought each other out. There’s one question that plagues his mind. “Did he know your family?”

You frown, of course he did, and the confirmation you know will hurt Harry in a way you never wanted. “He met them when I brought my grandparents to tour set on the first film.”

Harry’s face crumbles right in front of you. “He has a part of you I’ll never have,” Harry confesses.

You feel a bit of your heartbreak because you know your family would have loved Harry. Your Abuelo would have dragged him into the kitchen to help, and your Abuela would have taught him all her favorite songs until he could play them back for her.

“I know, I know. You think I don’t know that.” You don’t want to cry. You can’t. “You think I don’t think about it constantly how my family would have loved you, and I never got the chance to introduce them to you. I won’t get to introduce them to anyone important to me, and it kills me, Harry. That’s a pain I carry every day.”

There’s a crack in Harry’s anger, and you know he wants to reach out to hug you, but he stops himself. There’s so much left to say; instead, he lets his anger control him.

“You’ve called him in front of me!” He accuses thinking of the time during tour you sat and congratulated him on his recent film.

“He’s a friend. That’s all he has been for years.” You’re going in circles. It’s like Harry won’t hear a word you’re saying.

Harry scoffs, “not when you’re both single, it seems.”

You shake your head, “you don’t get to be mad about this. It was all before you!”

“Who’s to say he won’t come running when you break my heart, and you’re searching for comfort,” he throws at you knowing the words would hurt, and they do, making cracks in your heart that had never been there before.

“I don’t want to break your heart, Harry,” you soften your voice, pleading for him to listen to you. “I love you. You’re it for me.”

“Then why did you keep him a secret!” Harry screams. “If you loved me, you would have told me. I thought I knew everything about you.” He shakes his head, no longer able to look at you. “It’s clear you don’t trust me.”

“But I do,” your voice cracks as you fail to contain your tears.

“You don’t not as much as I thought you did. I told you about my exes and how I hurt them but also how they hurt me. You know how hard that conversation was for me.” Harry’s eyes are stormy. It’s a look you don’t recognize, and you know you put that dark look there. “I want to be alone.”

“H,” your voice wobbles.

“You need to leave. I want to be alone.”

Instantly you feel your walls rise. You’ve been in this situation before.

“Harry, if you tell me to leave, I won’t be coming back. We’ve had a similar conversation just like this.”

You see Harry freeze taking in your words. “I love you, Bel. I do,” his voice breaks. “I don’t want you to leave me, but I want to be alone. You hurt me, I know you didn’t mean to, but I need this time to process.”

You sigh, backing down. There’s no use in fighting. You walk out, taking out the key that rested next to your shark charm on your key set and placing it next to the empty pink vase missing the flowers you were supposed to pick together tomorrow at the farmer’s market. “Don’t think I deserve this or have your trust to keep it.”

And with that, you walk out the door, leaving your heart with him.

You hadn’t lost him, but it felt like you had.

don't worry there will be a part two...but i'll let you sit with this for now

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yesthisismycurrenthyperfixation · 1 year

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Another prompt from @little-box-of-autism I want to thank them again for the ideas.

This one may not be what was expected but I saw an opportunity for fluffy cuteness and had to take it.

Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: "I want to go home, but I realized I never really had one."

Lyle checked his watch again. It had been five minutes since the kid said he was going to the bathroom and he should have been back already. It wasn’t that the Recom didn’t trust Spider, no its that he didn’t trust the Marines stationed on the SeaDragon not to mess with the kid.

Just last week Mansk and Ja caught a group of soldiers trying to force the kid out the airlock… without a mask. When the Recoms questioned what was going on they were told there was a bet going to see how long the kid could last outside before he passed out.

Ja had taken Spider to get his wounds checked out and, if those Marines ended up being carried in on stretchers a few minutes later, no one said a word.

Checking his watch again Lyle gave up waiting. A lot could happen to a sixteen-year-old kid in six minutes.

“Boss,” Lyle called, getting Quaritch's attention. The other Recom's ears flicked in his direction even if he didn’t turn. “Kid left six and a half minutes ago to use the bathroom and he’s still not back.”

Quaritch turned at this news. “Head out I’ll comm the others.”

“Sure thing boss.”

Lyle headed to the nearest lavatory first, hoping the kid was just taking his sweet time. The occupancy indicator was green showing it was unoccupied.

Turning to leave, Lyle stopped, ears flicking back. He thought he heard something. Staying as silent as he could the Recom crept closer to the door. There, a tiny whimper sounded. If Lyle had been human, he would have missed it.

Pushing open the door Lyle called the kid’s name. The whimpering and sniffling going quiet.

“Spider, can I come in?”

“What do you want?” Spider's voice asked, echoing a little bit.

“I want to make sure you're okay.” Lyle answered, keeping his voice soft.

Another sniffle sounded. “I'm fine.” The kid whispered; his voice sounded wet like he had been crying.

“You don’t sound fine. Please, can I come in?” the Recom held his breath.

“Okay”

Before entering Lyle pressed the talk button on his radio, speaking quietly. “I’ve got the kid, port lavatory closes to the bridge. Not sure what happened but he isn’t happy.”

“On my way.” Quaritch's voice sounded in his earpiece.

Having updated his team, Lyle entered the small space. The rooms not designed for anything of his size. The sight that met his eyes made Lyle's heart ache. Spider was curled up in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around his legs. He was rocking himself forwards and backwards in a self-soothing motion.

“Hey kid, you wanna talk about it?”

Spider stared past the wall in front of him, as if he was looking through it. Lyle didn’t think the kid was going to answer and had given up expecting one when he spoke.

“I was just thinking about home. How much I miss it.”

“I’m sorry Spider.” The Recom reached out placing his hand on the kid’s shoulder.

“No, you don’t understand. That wasn’t the worst part.”

Brows furrowing in confusion. Lyle replied, “What was the worst part?”

“I want to go home, but I realized I never really had one.” Spider's shoulders shook and a sob broke through, making the last word almost impossible to understand.

Lyle reached out to pull Spider into his chest but another pair of blue arms beat him there. Quaritch cradled his son close, rocking him back and forth as he rubbed his back.

“You can stay with me.” He whispered into Spider's hair. “With us, with the team.”

Spider looked up at the man with wide eyes. “What?”

The embarrassed look on Quaritch's face made Lyle smile. His best friend and boss had never been good talking about feelings and emotions. This was no exception.

“We’re a rough bunch; I’ll give you that but the team cares about you. Your one of us now and I know we can’t give you a real home, at least not yet, but we will take care of you and…” Quaritch rambled as fast as he could.

“Okay”

“… keep you safe and…”

Spider reached up and covered his dad's mouth with both hands. “I said okay, I want to stay with you.”

“Really?”

“Really!” the grin that spread across the faces of the father son duo made Lyle smile.

“I guess we need to figure out what to do about Sully.” Lyle added as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb.

Spider and Quaritch stared at each other, eyes wide.

“No going after Jake and his family!” Spider said first. “You want me to stay? Then you can’t kill my friends.”

Quaritch looked like he had just bit into a lemon. “Fine,” he grit out. “But I get to punch him whenever he pisses me off.”

“No, one time!”

“Five times.”

“Three”

“Done!” Quaritch said before the kid could change his mind.

Lyle heard a clamor coming from the door so he opened it to see the rest of the team.

“How about the rest of us?” Lopez asked.

“We want to hit him too.” Ja hollered from the back of the group.

With a groan Spider hid his face in his hands. Quaritch smiled.

“Welcome home son.”

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doomedhowell · 4 months

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'tis the damn season

Title: 'tis the damn season

Words: 2,438

Genre: AU + Fluff (coffee shop + minor bakery, grumpy x sunshine)

Summary: Dan is the coffee shop regular at the shop Phil just started working at. Phil quickly learns that Dan is a bit of a Grinch who refuses to try the shops' holiday drinks, or anything new really. Phil's determined to change Dan's mind about the holiday drinks.

Written for the @phandomgiftexchange

This fic was written for @heyitskoye! I had a lot of fun writing this fic and I really hope you like what I came up with. I came up with a coffee shop au tied in with the grumpy!dan x sunshine!phil trope which I personally love, so I hope you love it too ❤️ Happy Holidays!

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Phil’s head snaps up as soon as he hears the doorbell ding, and smiles as soon as he sees a customer walk in through the door, the first customer he’s had in twenty minutes so he’s ready to serve. “Hi there! Welcome to The Bean Counter, how may I help you today? Would you like to try our new holiday drink?”

The man lifts his head up, a frown on his face. “You’re… new?”

Phil blinks, and he slowly nods. “Yes. I just started two days ago,” he says. “So, I guess I am new.”

“What happened to the one girl? Uh… Louise?” The brown-haired man asks. “She knows my order.”

“Afraid she’s not in today. She’s actually out of town for the weekend,” Phil explains to the customer. “But, I’m sure I'll still be able to help you. What can I get for you today? I strongly recommend-”

“I don’t want to try one of your annoying holiday drinks. I just want my coffee,”

Phil huffs, feeling himself slightly annoyed by the customer, but the quicker he makes this coffee, the quicker this customer can leave. He’s not going to let this Grinch ruin his perfectly good day. “Okay. Then what kind of coffee would you like me to make?”

“I would like an Americano,” the man grumbles, and he starts pulling out his wallet.

“That will be-”

“I know how much it is,” the man says, handing Phil a five dollar bill.

Phil stares at him for a moment, before taking the bill from him, and starts to pull out the change. “So, are you always this rude to people who make your coffee?”

“Excuse me? I’m not being rude. I just don’t have time to bother with your holiday drinks, and it is way too early in the morning to be so… chipper,” the man takes the change from Phil.

“We have a holiday drink designed after the Grinch. You should try it,” Phil says. “Name?”

“Daniel,” the man grumbles, and he crosses his arms against his chest.

Phil writes the name Daniel on the cup with a sharpie, before turning around so he can finally start making the Americano. How boring, Phil can’t help but think as he makes the drink.

Phil finally gets the coffee made, and he turns around so he can hand it to the customer. “Thank you, have a wonderful evening,”

“Unlikely,” the customer mutters before turning, and walking out of the coffee shop.

“Grinch,” Phil mutters under his breath, and he shakes his head.

“I see you’ve met the ever-so kind Dan,”

Phil looks over and sees the manager, PJ, who’s just walked out from the back. “He’s a regular?”

“Comes in every morning. He orders the same thing, and as long as I’ve known him, he’s never gotten anything but his usual.. I know I’m not supposed to tell you this, but I would recommend not recommending our holiday drinks to him. He’s never bothered to try any of them and gets grumpy when you try to recommend them to him,” PJ informs Phil.

“But, I mean, how could you not love the holiday drinks? They are the best part of the holiday season!” Phil exclaims. “And I’m saying this as a customer, not as someone who works here now.”

PJ chuckles, and he nods in agreement. “I agree. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees,”

Phil huffs once more. “I’ll get him to try one of our drinks,”

“If he comes back,” PJ says, and he shakes his head. “Anyways. Are you ready for your first break?”

“Yeah, I could use a break. Thanks PJ,” Phil says, and starts untying his apron. He gives PJ a smile before turning, and heading towards the back. He walks back to the break room, and plops down on the couch. Phil frowns as he sits there for a moment, staring at nothing, pondering over the interaction he had early with the customer, Dan, his name was. “Who hates holiday drinks?” He shakes his head.

Phil goes about his day, and eventually forgets about the Grinch who hates holiday drinks. He doesn’t think about it again until the next day, when Dan comes in at the same time.

Phil looks up, and freezes slightly when he sees the familiar brown headed man come into the shop.

Dan looks up, and seems just as disappointed to see Phil as Phil is to see him. “Oh. You again?”

“I work here. Still feeling just as Grinch as you were yesterday?” Phil asks in a calm tone, and starts getting Dan’s order up, because he made sure to remember what Dan’s coffee order was previously. Americano. It’s pretty simple to remember, and pretty easy for Phil to make. “You’ll get the Americano?”

Dan blinks as he stares at Phil. “Yes?”

“Excellent, and since you already know how much it is, you can just hand me your payment,” Phil says, unable to stop himself from smirking as he sees the surprised look on Dan’s face.

Dan stares at Phil as he hands him the money, and takes the change back from Phil. “Really? You’re not going to try and force your holiday drinks on me today?”

“Well, uh… do you want me to?” Phil asks. “Because, I can recommend some to you if you’d like me to. My favorite holiday drink is currently the peppermint mocha.”

Dan makes a disgusted face. “That sounds horrific. Peppermint mocha?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds, y’know?” Phil says, and he turns around to start making the drink.

Dan stands there, quietly, watching as Phil easily makes his coffee drink. He’s impressed, because this is going a lot different than it was yesterday, and Phil’s not as unbearably chipper either.

Once finished, Phil turns around, and he writes the name Dan on the cup, before handing it to him. “Hope you enjoy it. I’m sure I’ll see you tomorrow morning,”

“Uh yeah. Thanks,” Dan mumbles before turning and exiting the coffee shop.

Phil grins, feeling proud of himself. No, Dan didn’t try one of their holiday drinks today, but he didn’t get all completely grumpy when Phil mentioned their Peppermint Mocha, and he was only mildly disgusted. But, Phil’s still determined to get Dan’s heart to grow three times bigger.

The next time Phil sees Dan, it’s not actually at the coffee shop. Phil’s in the local mall doing some Christmas shopping. There’s only a few weeks until Christmas and Phil needs to find his family the perfect Christmas presents for when he sees them on Christmas day.

Phil’s just gotten some hot chocolate and is about to turn to exit the bakery shop he’s in, when he bumps into someone. Luckily, he doesn’t spill his hot chocolate, because that would have been more of a disaster, and Phil would have felt extremely bad if he spilled fresh hot chocolate on a stranger.

“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry!” Phil exclaims, his eyes widening in panic.

“No worries, mate,”

Phil looks over at the man he ran into, and stops when he recognizes that it’s actually Dan. “Dan?”

The man’s head instantly snaps up, and it is indeed Dan. “Oh. I didn’t expect to see you here,” he says.

Phil lets out a soft laugh. “Yeah, I can say the same to you. Doing some Christmas shopping?”

“Yeah, kind of. My brother needed to go Christmas shopping and asked if I wanted to tag along, and I’m just grabbing things for my family if I see anything I like, so-” Dan shrugs his shoulders, and then he notices the cup in Phil’s hand. “You got hot chocolate and not your lame holiday drinks?” Dan smirks.

Phil rolls his eyes. “They are not lame. They’re delicious. Have you ever even tried one?”

“Nope, and I don’t plan to,”

“Dan! There you are!”

Dan looks over, and a younger boy runs up to him. “Adrian, I told you I was coming to the bakery,”

“Yes, but I got lost so it took me a couple extra minutes to find you,” the boy, Adrian, pouts. Dan’s brother looks over when he notices Phil standing there. “Do you know him?”

“Kind of. He works at the coffee shop I go to regularly. I told you about him,”

“Ah yes. I remember you mentioning him before, and how he dared recommend a holiday drink to you,” Adrian says, rolling his eyes, which makes Phil chuckle. “Honestly, you’re so dramatic, Dan.”

“I’m not dramatic!” Dan exclaims, and he glares at his younger brother, before looking at Phil. “Anyways. We need to get something to eat. I’ll uh, see you tomorrow morning?”

“I’m actually off tomorrow. But, I’ll be there the next day,” Phil tells him.

“Cool,” Dan says, and he clears his throat. “I’ll see you. Adrian, come on. The line is getting long.” He tugs on Adrian’s jacket, pulling him towards the line.

“So, that’s the coffee guy you have a crush on?” Phil hears Adrian say to Dan.

“Adrian!” Dan exclaims as his eyes widen in terror.

Phil can’t help but smile to himself, and quickly exits the bakery shop. He continues his Christmas shopping, but all he can think about is how Dan thinks he’s cute? He told his brother he thinks he’s cute? Of course, Phil thinks Dan is quite attractive. He can admit that, even when he thinks Dan’s a Grinch. But, Phil would have never dreamed that someone like Dan would think he’s cute.

When Phil is at work next, he can’t help but tell Louise about running into Dan.

“His brother was there, and apparently Dan thinks I’m cute!” Phil exclaims. “His brother said it.”

“You sound like a little schoolgirl who has a crush,” Louise laughs.

“Do you know how long it’s been since a boy has shown any interest in me whatsoever?” Phil asks, pouting. “Plus, a person like Dan never likes me. We’re total opposites.”

“Well, are you going to do anything about?” Louise asks, raising her eyebrows.

“I… I don’t know. Do you think I should?” Phil asks, biting his lip nervously.

“I think you should if you think you have a chance with him,” Louise says. “I mean, it would work, Phil. You would see Dan every day. I mean, as long as you don’t let a relationship get in your way of work.”

“Of course not,” Phil says, shaking his head. They both turn their heads when they hear their door bell go off, alerting them of a customer. Phil can’t help but smile as soon as he sees that it’s Dan.

“Speak of the devil. There’s your loverboy,” Louise whispers to Phil, smirking when Phil glares at him. “Have fun.” She giggles, and then she walks away.

Phil takes a deep breath, and walks over to the cash register. “So, we meet again,”

Dan looks up. “Hi,” he says.

“Come back for your usual?” Phil asks, getting ready to put Dan’s Americano into the register.

“Actually,” Dan begins, holding his hand out, stopping Phil. “I’d like to try something new today.”

Phil lifts his head up, surprised to hear this. He’s only known Dan a few days, but he knows from what PJ and Louise have told him that Dan never wants to try anything new. “Oh?”

“How about that Peppermint Mocha you were telling me about?” Dan asks.

Phil grins. “I think that would be perfect,” he says, and rings up a Peppermint Mocha for Dan. “Great. That will be five dollars and seventy five cents.”

“I’m sorry. That much for a drink?” Dan scoffs, but he gets out his money anyways. Ah, there’s the Dan that Phil knows. “Sounds a bit ridiculous if you ask me. The things I do for cute boys.”

Phil’s cheeks instantly turn bright pink, because he knows Dan is talking about him, at least he thinks, and then he takes the six dollars from Dan, and quickly hands him back his change. He looks up at Dan again. “I’ll have your drink ready in a few,” he says. He turns around and starts working on Dan’s drink.

Phil makes Dan’s drink silently, and then he turns around and hands him his drink. “Peppermint Mocha, I really hope you enjoy your drink,” he says.

Dan’s grip tightens around the drink as he stares at Phil. “Yeah. I guess we’ll see,” he mutters, before turning and starting to head out the coffee shop without saying another word.

“Phil,” someone hisses. Phil looks over and blinks when he sees Louise standing by the employees door, looking unamused. “What on Earth are you doing? Go ask that boy on a date!”

Phil’s eyes widen, and he looks over at Dan, who’s about to exit the shop. He quickly hurries around the counter. “Hey Dan!” He shouts, before running over to him.

Dan blinks and he looks up at Phil. “Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything this Saturday?”

“Uhm,” Dan begins, and a smile on his face. “I don’t have any plans at the moment.”

Phil smiles back at him. “Well, how about we go see a movie together? I’ll buy dinner after,”

“Well, how can I say no to an offer like that?” Dan asks, and he laughs softly. “I’ll see you Saturday then?”

“Saturday it is. Here,” Phil says, and he pulls out a notepad, and he writes down his phone number, and hands it to Dan. “Text me later with your details. We’ll work something out.”

Dan raises his eyebrows as he takes the paper from Phil. “Of course you have a notepad in your apron,”

Phil huffs. “Don’t judge me. It comes in handy!”

Dan laughs, and he shakes his head fondly. “Whatever you say, nerd. I have to get to work before my boss yells at me for being late again. Thanks for the drink. I’ll let you know if I hate it,” he says, and winks at Phil, before finally walking out of the coffee shop.

Phil stands there staring at nothing, stunned, for a moment, because he has an actual date. With an actual boy. For the first time in who knows how long. “Holy shit,” he whispers, and then his eyes widen. “What am I going to wear?” He turns around and looks at Louise with terrified eyes.

Louise cheers, clapping for Phil. “Don’t worry, Philip. Louise is here to help,”

Phil can’t help but sigh in relief, because thank God for Louise.

Just a couple hours later, Phil gets a text from an unknown number ‘I didn’t hate the drink x’

Maybe Dan isn’t so much of a Grinch as Phil thought he was.

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sincerely-sofie · 1 month

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It took me a minute to finally get my notes straight so I could answer this— I hope it was worth the wait! I’ll give some bullet points of tips I use to help boost my production speed in addition to the strategies I use to try to keep characters consistent. Let’s get into it!

First up: How I draw faster!

Note that these mostly apply to digital art, as that’s my preferred medium.

If your art program has them, experiment with brush stabilization levels. My hands shake really bad, especially while I’m drawing, so I put a lot of effort into finding a stabilizer level that works with my need to control lines while also smoothing out the tremors in my hands. It’s made it so much easier to draw lines like I want to, and therefore lets me move on instead of redrawing the same line over and over again.

Creating templates for your art helps so much— setting up things like canvas size, color profile, DPI, background colors and images like the paper texture PNGs that I love to use ahead of time helps me get drawing faster, while I’m excited and inspired! Similarly, having a naming system for your art files is useful for speed as well as finding and organizing old pieces easier.

Having premade color palettes of local colors for characters is also super helpful for speed, as well as keeping characters on model :>

Personally, I use a single brush for lineart and rely on the selection tool and bucket fill for coloring when I actually bother to color things in. My lines are pretty loose nowadays, and the same goes for when I color things— I don't abide exactly by the lineart I draw, and get pretty messy with the selection tool and bucket fill!

I simplify character designs as much as possible— the standard design of a sigilyph, for example, is pretty complex. But I made Sen a lot simpler (and also forgot the spikes on her torso in this panel. Oops)

As for keeping characters on-model…

I’m very flattered that you feel otherwise, but I actually don't keep characters very on-model between different drawings— just look at the different ways I've drawn Ark below— however, I'm improving over time as I become more familiar with how I want to draw the characters! A big part of my process of keeping characters on model is drawing characters over and over to familiarize myself with how they should look through trial and error.

Learning common angles and poses I will draw characters in is very helpful for making sure they look consistent. As a bit of a downside, though, it makes wonkier angles stick out like a sore thumb! Drawing Ark with his head slightly angled downward was really hard, and I don't think I communicated it that well here:

I try to have the characters broken down into as many simple shapes that fit into each other as I possibly can, like Twig’s head (circle + rectangle snout + angled rectangle horn) Ark's hair (that weird bangs shape) and Dusknoir's upper body (beanbag shape / slightly elongated circle torso, arms coming out of his frill that comes in a very particular arcing line). This makes it way easier to draw characters quickly and consistently, because I can learn those lines and shapes and get the motion of drawing them into muscle memory.

Also, knowing the ways characters emote is like knowing cheat codes. Giving characters things like a signature comedic expression of shock or grin that they make when they're happy are very helpful!

The biggest tip I can give on the topic of keeping characters on-model (at least without model sheets— model sheets are THE way to go. Don’t be like Sofie and neglect those pieces of gold) is really just to practice. Build up familiarity with the shapes and proportions of characters, get a feel for how your hand and wrist moves to get the lines right.

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princesachicana · 2 years

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𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐞 (jeremiah fisher x deaf!reader)

description: you were sure hell came over, cause how could an attractive boy like jeremiah fisher ask you out?

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 (coming soon)

The sun was scalding out today, you were sure that the ocean water would cool you down. But of course, work came first. Working alongside your mother wasn’t to bad. You enjoyed the quality time this gave you with her. Many rich folks would say this isn’t “a real job.” but it provided for your large family so it worked.

These Mexican inspired beach bags sold greatly out here. The women who walked past you and your mother’s stand would Ouu and ahh at all the different designs. It always made you smile, seeing how happy it made your mother even if she sold a little 8$ coin purse.

It sometimes was a struggle though, With your moms main language being Spanish and her only knowing a bit of English. Some impatient customers would walk away in a storm mumbling what you think always were insults. You of course, tried to help as best as you could but with you being deaf you think that only made them more agitated. As soon as you would speak or in better terms write what you wanted to say they rolled their eyes.

You were currently straightening up the purses that sat on the table when you noticed a body slowly stop walking by your stand. You looked up with a shy smile, nerves were on autopilot, your mother had stepped away to use the bathroom so you’d have to deal with this customer alone. On top of that anxiety prickled your skin when you saw that it was a boy your age, a very attractive one at that.

You quickly grabbed your notebook, writing down a quick message.

Hey, how are you? (I’m deaf) :)

You turned the notebook towards him, you watched as his extremely beautiful ice blue eyes followed each word on the paper. Sometimes you thought that you really were meant to be deaf, because you worried if you had a voice you would embarrass yourself letting this boy know just how attractive you thought he was.

The boy smiled, and you were almost positive that if you heard the chuckle that followed you would melt into the ground. He slowly started to speak “Can you read lips?” You nodded your head, catching each word he spoke clearly. “Alright, I’m Jeremiah, what’s your name.?” You quickly turned the notebook back towards you really hoping he doesn’t notice how shaky your hands were. After writing your answer you turned it back towards him.

My name is y/n nice to meet you Jeremiah!

Your eyes immediately went to his lips waiting for him to speak. “Pretty name” You immediately broke out into a smile, Quickly writing out another message.

I wouldn’t call it pretty, but thank you. But are interested in anything here?

You immediately went right back into work mode, that’s why he walked up in the first place right? no way a guy like him would give you attention. “Actually no, everything is nice don’t get me wrong but I actually walked over to give you this.” he held up a ice cold pink lemonade your favorite.

The message you were currently writing back was messy but still readable.

For me why?

“Noticed you out here for awhile, and it’s fucking hot and I don’t want you to die from heat stroke cause you wouldn’t be able to go out with me.” He nervously ran his hand, through his curls blowing out a nervous breath. You almost didn’t catch every word he spoke, his lips moved a little fast that time but it was all good.

You wanna take me out?

You contemplated on writing more but honestly you were thinking this was definitely a dream, no boy has ever walked up to you, doing this it was all new. He nodded his head “Yup, I’ll be back tomorrow same place right?” He asked looking back as if he had somewhere to be. He slowly put down the very delicious looking lemonade down on the table.

Yes, I’ll be here tomorrow:)) bye Jeremiah.

“See you later, pretty girl.” He spoke before walking away.” You immediately grabbed the lemonade, taking big gulps was that real?

30 MINUTES BEFORE…..

“I want a challenge so choose wisely!” Jeremiah laughed, looking around the beach. Steven laughed out loud, “I don’t think you want to much of a challenge” Jeremiah smacked his lips “What is that supposed to mean?” Steven shook his head mumbling a never mind, continuing searching for a perfect victim.

His eyes immediately caught sight of you, all alone. “Jeremiah check it out, what about her?” Jeremiah rolled his eyes “no dude not even, that’s like asking to lose.” Steven threw his head back in annoyance “Why not dude? It’s gotta be her, she deserves a good time to.”

Jeremiah smacked him in the back of his head. “You know what? Yeah, she’s perfect.” Steve nodded his head “Alright so you have to start now, she’s one of those girls who never come out at night.” Jeremiah laughed “I got it, this should be easy, ask her out, date her for awhile, get her to say or sign that she loves me or whatever and I’ll leave her in the dust.”

“Yeah, and if all goes according to plan you win yourself 500 bucks.” Steven excitedly pushed Jeremiah away.

#conrad fisher and jeremiah fisher #jeremiah fisher x reader #Jeremiah Fisher #Jeremiah fisher icons #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fanfic #Conrad fisher #tsitp x reader #fanfic x reader #tsitpbook #conrad fisher imagine #Jeremiah fisher smut #deaf!reader

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quibbs126 · 8 months

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if you’re still doing the fankids thing, how about chilirye ?

Jesus Christ, this request was from like, March. But I finally got around to him this is Pepper Bread Cookie

Also I feel like this isn’t the only request for chilirye I’ve gotten, but screw it, I’m too lazy right now to go through 100+ asks to find newer ones

So I originally started making Pepper Bread probably in March, but he was never more than a circle that was meant to be his head. But I was waiting for like an hour for a class, it was 10 minutes past when we were supposed to start, and only a few people had shown up, and we eventually just decided to leave, but in that time I was finally able to come up with something for Pepper Bread here

Anyways I’ll get into his name. So I believe his name is just based on bread that has pepper in it, since rye can be made into bread. Though his design is mostly based on this one specific picture I have saved in my Photos

Pepper Bread:

So today I finally had the idea for what to do with Pepper Bread, and that was to make him an innkeeper. Partially inspired by that idea I had for a Chili Cookie that’s an innkeeper (I do still want to draw her though). So that’s what I did with his outfit. The Innkeeper family from the Red Dragon update were pretty helpful as refs

Though I do also have to admit it makes his outfit more boring looking. Maybe he has some sort of adventuring outfit, maybe I’ll draw that someday

I basically just really wanted to make his hair look like the reference picture, which was the reason why I kept it in the first place. As in like, having orange hair with red flecks. Later on I got the idea of giving him red freckles, which are supposed to be like, pepper flakes in his dough, and I wasn’t sure I should keep the hair idea, but I did and I think it looks nice. It’s also why I gave him the braid, since that’s how the bread looked. It was going to be bigger and longer, but I couldn’t get it to look right, so it just stays on the shoulder now

I’m not sure if he looks too much like Chili Pepper, but oh well. I generally like his design, though I don’t think it’s what I envisioned. The one thing is that I couldn’t make his outfit look that exciting, but them’s the breaks I suppose

So let’s get into his character. So the main thing keeping me from making him is that I couldn’t figure out what to do with him, like specifically what his job was. Chili Pepper’s a thief, Rye’s a bounty hunter (or is she a sheriff? I’m not entirely sure), should I choose one of those for Pepper Bread? Or should I choose something else entirely? If so, how do I choose one that sounds in character for chilirye kid? One idea I had was to make him more straight laced than his moms (since let’s face it, Rye’s just as chaotic as Chili Pepper), and so an idea was to make him a sheriff, but I wasn’t sure. But then as I said, I had the idea to make him an innkeeper, and so yeah

Pepper Bread just wants to live a normal, honest life, so he got himself a tavern and opened it up, he’s gotten business (maybe not a lot, but at least enough to keep him afloat), and he’s pretty happy like this and treasures his inn. Generally speaking, he’s a friendly guy, someone reliable and honest. Though, if you cause trouble in his inn and mess things up, he will not hesitate to throw you out, or throw hands to do so. And while he may love his mas, if they cause trouble in his place, they get the same treatment

Also I imagine him with a strong Southern accent like Rye

Anyways yeah, I think that about covers it for Pepper Bread. Hope you enjoy!

#I keep thinking he needs a black hat #eh I’ll draw that outfit another time I should stop beating a dead horse #now to get back to actual schoolwork #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #chili pepper cookie #rye cookie #chilirye #cookie run oc #fankid #fanchild #pepper bread cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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moonlight404-translates · 10 months

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A3! Izumida Azami | SR - my dear friend | Translation

Quote: “I’m gonna spend some time with the robot dog first. Microraptor feels so long. So its name will be Mictor."

Special thanks to my friends for helping me with ideas for some lines (´｡• ᵕ •｡`).

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Disclaimer: Neither English nor Japanese is my native language, but I did my best with the translation. If you find any mistakes, feel free to mention it. By the way, Director’s name will be Izumi.

My Pet Dog Mictor / 1

Izumi: Coming~ Deliveryman: We have a package for you. It’s pretty big. Should I leave it here? Izumi: Ah, sure, this is— Azami: Sorry, Director. That seems to be mine. I’ll take care of it. Izumi: Oh, Azami-kun. Did you order a package? Azami: Uh-huh. …Yeah, I knew it. Azami: Thank you. Deliveryman: At your service!

Izumi: You knew very well it was yours. Azami: It was set to come today, after all. Izumi: What did you order? Azami: This. An AIDO. Izumi: Ah, the famous robot dog. …Wait, you bought one?! Azami: No, I rented. There’s a site that lets you borrow it for a week. Izumi: So you can rent it too, huh. Is this part of your role study for your next performance? Azami: Yeah. I play an android whose friend was a dog that passed away. The sadness he felt made him fall into a slumber. Azami: And wakes up thanks to a robot dog. However, I couldn’t get the idea of it. Izumi: I see. So that’s why you rented an AIDO. Azami: Yeah. I think I should make it move first. Azami: “AIDO needs a name to recognize you as its owner. Give it a name in the indicated application”. Azami: …That’s what it says, but I don’t know what name to give a robot dog. Izumi: Since this is for your role study, I think a name from something you’re fond of can be a good call. Azami: I get what you mean. In that case… Azami: Mictor. Mictor: Woof! Izumi: Mictor? Azami: …Well, microraptor is so long. Izumi: Ahaha. So it comes from Azami’s favorite dinosaur. Izumi: Oh! This says the switch isn’t the only way to turn it on or off. If you call it by its designed name, it will start to move. Azami: Heh, let’s try out. Now that I turned it off… Mictor. Mictor: Woof! Azami: It really worked. That’s convenient—. Mictor: Woof! Woof! Azami: Hey, don’t move around so suddenly! That’s a wall… wait, you’ll bump into the sofa! Mictor: Woof?! *whimper* Azami: Sigh, are you okay? Why is it roaming like that? Izumi: The manual says it will walk around the room the first time to learn its composition. Azami: Is that so? Okay, but be careful. Azami: We’ll be together for a week. It’s a pleasure. Mictor: … Azami: It didn’t answer when I stroked its head. Maybe because it’s a robot… Izumi: Why don’t you say its name while doing it to get a response? Azami: Ah, I see. Let’s get along during this week, Mictor. Mictor: Woof! Azami: You were right. Izumi: So you can only rent the robot dog for a week. Azami: Yeah, it’s like a trial version. Azami: I will need this box and cardboard to send it back later. Can I leave them in this corner? Izumi: Sure. Azami: Thank you.

Azami: Okay, you’ve learned to shake paws and sit, so next is… Azami: Bang! Mictor: *whimper* Azami: You got that too. There, there, good boy. - Unknown sound - Azami: Mhm? What was that sound just now? Mictor: ? Azami: …It might just be my imagination. Azami: Here is a prize for you. It’s a bone toy. Mictor: Arf, arf! *whine* Azami: Hey, are you saying you’re happy, or do you want me to pet you? Pick one. - Unknown sound - Azami: I heard it again. What’s making it…? Izumi: Azami-kun, dinner is ready. Azami: Ah, it’s already time for that. I’m coming. Azami: …It’s a bit sad to leave you here. Wanna come with me, Mictor? Mictor: Woof! Izumi: Wow, it’s following you! Azami: It’s like Director said before. It will hear you if you call it within its calling range. Azami: Right, Mictor? Mictor: Woof!

My Pet Dog Mictor / 2

Mictor: *whine*! Azami: Looks like you really liked that bone. Juza: It’s a robot, yet it’s that fond of it… Taichi: Just like a real dog! Banri: It must be true if our doggie says it. Taichi: Are you talking about me?! Omi: How you look after it feels more like a friend than an owner. Izumi: That means his role study is working. After all, Azami’s role gets attached to a robot dog and wakes up from his slumber. Sakyo: I can see that. He has been teaching it tricks and looking after it in our room. You like it too, ain’t that right, Bou? Azami: …I guess. I rented it as part of my role study, so I might as well spend as much time as possible with it. Azami: It’s only here for a week too. Omi: Oh, when do you have to send it back? Azami: The day after tomorrow. Izumi: I can’t believe it’s almost time for it. Time flies by so fast. Banri: But won’t you be sad when you send it back? Azami: Hah? ‘course no. Sakyo: You don’t want to be honest, huh? Azami: Shut up! Didn’t you hear I said I won’t? Mictor: Grrrr… Banri: Oh, what’s this? A threat? Omi: It’s growling toward Banri and Sakyo-san. Juza: Did it get that Azami was angry…? Taichi: It got angry because A-chan was angry. So cool! Azami: Hey, Mictor, that’s enough… Mictor: *whine*... Izumi: Yeah. It seems to understand and respond to Azami-kun’s feelings. Banri: Really? Sakyo: Robotic technology can reach that far…? Azami: There, there, good boy.

Izumi: Azami-kun! You’re sending back Mictor today, right? Azami: Yeah. I’m about to reset it to put it in the box. Izumi: Have you downloaded the photos yet? I want to see what kind of photos Mictor took. Azami: Huh? Photos? Izumi: Eh, you didn’t know it, Azami-kun?! Good thing I told you now…! Izumi: Well, you see. AIDO comes with a camera in its nose and takes photos every day. Azami: I see, so the sound I heard from time to time… Izumi: I think the photos are in the application. Why don’t you check them? Azami: On it. Izumi: Ah, look, there they are! You have a sleepy face in this one. Azami: Uwah, what’s up with that?! Izumi: You got along so well that you even slept together. Azami: That’s not true. It was just because yesterday was its last night here, and it was trying to come to the futon….! Izumi: Fufu, okay, I get it. Azami: Since this one is the latest, they might be in chronological order. Sigh, there won’t be more weird photos, right? Azami: This one is when I got mad with Sakyo and Banri-san. And this one is when I taught it to shake paws—. Azami: This was when it was walking around the room for the first time… Azami: Pff… I panicked so bad back there, huh? Azami: … Izumi: Azami-kun… Azami: …It’s nothing. Forget it.

Choice 1: You’re feeling sad.

Izumi: It’s a bit sad, isn’t it? Hey, now that I think of it, I’ve watched it with you since the first time you gave this little one a name. Azami: Yeah, you even receive the pack first, Director. Azami: A week has passed since then. It felt so short… Izumi: Still, Mictor took some great photos of you, Azami-kun! So even if the time was short, the memories will persist for long. Azami: …Well, I guess they came out good. Azami: You were a great cameraman, weren’t you, Mictor?

Choice 2: It was adorable, wasn’t it?

Izumi: You were so adorable, Mictor. It was like that, especially when playing with you, Azami-kun. Azami: You’re right. It makes me feel more nostalgic than I thought. This one really liked to be pampered—. Azami: Wait, no. Robots don’t have personalities. Izumi: That’s not completely true. AIDO’s personality and quirks can change depending on how the owner treats it. Izumi: So Mictor might have been like that because you were quite fond of it, Azami-kun. Azami: Well, I could get attached to Mictor thanks to you, Director. …I think this was a good week.

Azami: Okay, the photos are downloaded. Thanks, Director. Azami: …Then, time to reset it. I think I have to do it from the application. Izumi: The screen says “Reset completed. Please try to call its name to make sure it doesn’t move”… Azami: …Mictor. Robot dog: … Izumi: It seems like the reset worked. Azami: Yeah. …Thanks for this week. Azami: At first, I thought it was only a robot, yet it made me feel so many emotions during this week—. Azami: I’ve come to understand my android role feelings, so I think I can use them for the performance. Izumi: I see. I’m glad that’s the case. Azami: (Until we meet again, Mictor.)

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Notes: Azami’s name for the robot dog comes from ミクロラプトル (ミクトル = Mikutoru), so following the same formula in English Microraptor (Mictor).

Was it worth to use all my gems to get this card back then? Yes. Yes, it was. I love this backstage so much (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)

#a3! translation #azami izumida #a3!#a3! azami #a3! android 001 scout #a3! backstage story

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inniessick · 1 year

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Painting your nails together / Lee know

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: not capitalized, grammar and punctuation should be good though. one (1) slightly suggestive joke mayhaps, pet names (babe, bunny), this is pretty much just a small fluffy fic to make your heart feel good! let me know if i missed any!

reblogs likes and feedback are super appreciated!! ♡ :3

it was a friday night, and you had planned a small date night with Minho, you had a surprise ready. you knew the boys wouldn’t leave you two alone, not that you minded, you just wanted him to yourself tonight. that led you to inviting him over to your place. could you even really call it yours? he was there so often he might as well just call it his too.

On my way over, need me to stop and get anything?

nope, just want you here! drive safe, love you.

Love you too bunny.

you put your phone back on your desk and set up a little area on the floor, a makeshift nail salon. you were gonna ask to paint his nails tonight! he had painted yours a multitude of times already, always putting everything away before you even had the chance to ask to do his! tonight, it was your mission to give him a little manicure. you snickered as you laid out all the colors, you were fully prepared to get on your knees and beg him to let you do it. surely he couldn’t resist that right? you picked your phone back up to start looking at pinterest to give yourself ideas. initially you had thought about just asking to file his nails and put a clear coat on, but your head was brewing! they had just released an album, and you knew how adorable it was. i mean, you even got all the versions in hopes of pulling your boyfriends photo cards! of course he would’ve just gotten them for you, but where’s the fun in that? you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like seeing him get just a little jealous when you got excited over get one of the other boy’s picture. continuing to scroll through nail posts, you eventually landed on a picture where the style was mostly a clear coat with one or two nails painted black. a perfect way to ease him into the lovely world of nail polish!

you remembered the first time you ever asked him to paint your nails. you had finished doing one hand and knew you would struggle with the other, so you called him into the room. “minho! come here a second, please!” you could hear him walking through the hallway. “what’s up, bunny?” you were fanning your hand in the air to get the polish to dry quicker. “could you.. mm.. will you paint my nails? pleasepleaseplease! I already did one hand you’d just have to copy it!” staring up at him, pouting your lips just slightly. he looked down at you, unsure wether to actually say yes, “if that’s what’ll make you happy, sure. but I’ve never done it before so if it comes out messed up it’s not my fault.” you giggled waving a hand at him so he would come sit down. “mkay! so you just have to…” “and then on this nail you gotta…” in one ear and out the other, he had no clue what the hell you were talking about it. had you seriously asked him to do a design? he doubted he’d be able to keep your finger polish free. “are you mistaking me for another man because i’m horrible at art.” “min~! c’mon its just a few lines… and a star.. in different colors..” it hit you that maybe this would be just a bit too hard for him. “okay, i’ll make it simple, take the pink ’n purple and alternate the colors!” “that’s something i can probably do.” “thank you min! you’re the best, love you _soooo _much.” you kissed his cheeks and nose, a habit you picked up from him. left cheek, right cheek, then lips if you were lucky, and finally your nose. the first time you did it back to him he wouldn’t stop calling you a “kiss thief!” and “my little copycat.”

just as he suspected, painting your nails was no easy task, smudging the color and getting it on the side of your finger. he thought maybe you’d be annoyed, but he looked up and all he saw was you smiling at him. just happy that he was there with you. after his 3rd try he finally didn’t mess it up, granted your two hands were very different. you didn’t hesitate to tell everyone at work that your boyfriend pained your nails, ‘see didn’t he do such a good job?’ while flashing your hand at them. you were very proud of his work after all! eventually, he actually started asking you to let him try stuff. he tried flowers, and hearts, stars and lines. for your anniversary he even painted cute little bunny ears, a reference to his nickname for you. he ended up getting pretty dang good at it! so good, that people would just compliment you! gave you a real run for your money, he had almost gotten better than you.

your little flashback being cut short by a knock at your door. didn’t he have a key? he could’ve just let himself in. you got up to get the door and there he was, a bag in hand. “get in here,” ushering him inside, staring at the bag as he walked in, “what’s in the bag min?” he flashed you a quick smirk before taking each item out of the bag and placing it on the coffee table. a new nail file, nail polish remover, cotton balls, and clear nail polish. “tonight i’m letting you paint my nails!” he said it like a proud little kid. you couldn’t help but start laughing, of course he had thought of the exact same thing as you. “now what’s so funny, babe?” you shook your head grabbing his hand and leading him to your room, ignoring his protests. you opened the door and pointed at the floor where you little nail station was set up. “you want me to do your nails first?” “no! i was gonna ask to paint your nails tonight!” he looked at you, then back at the floor, and back to you again before letting out a couple giggles. “i suppose i may have just ruined your surprise for me, right bunny? i was wondering why you wouldn’t tell me what we’d be doing tonight.” “mmm, i wouldn’t say you ruined my surprise, i think you just made it better!” “alright… but why are there so many colors out?” you were caught, why did he have to pay so much attention? “well I was thinking…” “are you gonna paint soonie, doongi, and dori?” you playfully hit his arm, “no, but I was thinking about maybe doing a bit of black? just a little! like two nails! ...and maybe a little design on one of em.” You flashed him your best puppy eyes, holding his hand close to your chest, hoping he’d agree. “i’ll let you do whatever you want, but i better feel like a pretty princess by the end of it.” you enthusiastically nodded your head, agreeing that you’d do exactly what he asked.

you asked him to wait just a second, while you headed back out to the living room to grab the new things he got. walking back into your room where he was patiently sitting and waiting for you. you joined him on the floor before started to file his nails to even them out, add your base coat and got straight to painting. idle chit chat going back and forth between the two of you. you telling him all about your day, and the drama at the office, while he just sat there and relaxed. you noticed he hadn’t said anything in a few minutes, so you stopped your spiel about work, afraid maybe you had bored him. “i wasn’t done listening to you, keep talking. love hearing your pretty voice.” he gave you a reassuring smile.

minho always knew just how to make your heart feel all warm for him. oh... how you loved him so much, a pure unconditional kind of love. a love where nothing could possibly make you feel poorly about him. you continued to talk to him, just as he had asked you. him offering the occasional ‘ah’ ‘oh no she didn’t!’ ‘since when did they have kid together?’ ‘i mean, maybe we should have kid together, little me and yous running about.’ the last statement causing you to look up, giggling as you said “oh shush.” he genuinely listened to you, made you feel heard. it didn’t matter when, where, or what is was about, he would always listen to you. you had someone who cared endlessly for you, and he had you. he simply had you. that’s all he needed, just you. you to kiss, and hold. you to love, take care of his cats with him, stay glued to his side, he had you to lean on, to lean with. not a second would go by without his thoughts going towards you. sure, maybe he wasn’t the best at telling you he loved you, but he was damn good at showing you. minho was yours, and you were his. as simple and straightforward as that. it would always be that way. you both knew that. irrevocably, and endlessly in love with each other.

delivering you last finishing touches you spoke, “mkay minmin, they’re all done.” you closed up the bottles of nail polish, throwing the napkins and cotton swabs into the trash. “well, do you like them?” you were so proud of your work, certainly he would be too. “no, I dont like them at all.” you frowned, ready to apologize before he lifted your head up, “I love them, and i love you even more.” your face lit up, he swore it could’ve illuminated a whole city. you grabbed his face before kissing his lips, grateful that you were able to. mumbling into the kiss “love you too, min.” your mouths only separating when you needed to breathe. “let’s sit back down, i gotta paint yours to match mine.”

a/n: im literally so sorry for posting this SO LATE, by like 3 hours!!!!!! but i was unpacking and i got like 4 packages of jeongin photocards so i had to open them before I did anything else 💀💀 which lead to me sleeving then all, and then giving them all a toploader. as you can see it took me awhile. i'm praying this fic doesn't have any errors bc i swear i reread it 4 times. tbh the inspo came from me and my friend painting our nails together! we actually used jeongin and chan as inspo, came out hella cute! I WANTED IT TO BE SHORT!! LIKE UNDER 1K!! BUT I CANT SHUT UP TO SAVE MY LIFEEEEEEE. so please enjoy this not-so-short short fic. remember, my asks are open :) i am always open to hearing from you guys. thank you for 100 likes on my last post and i hope you enjoy this one just as much. yoori out!

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Stupid Names: Rain Code Edition (Vol. I?)

I gotta say, I do appreciate that the Rain Code characters’ naming keeps the DanRon sensibilities, but formats them in a Western enough way that I can finally point to something to get people to understand the specific kind of stupid that DR names evoke.

Up until now, the closest I could get was the Gyakuten Saiban/Ace Attorney series, but in those games the names are extremely on the nose, where as DanRon is a tiny bit more subtle.

Like all of these characters’ dumb, dumb names sound hit the ear just the same way as most DR characters’ do to someone who knows Japanese. Aside from a few extra tidbits here and there, I’ll mostly let you guys soak in how dumb the names are this time and do quick intros for the characters.

First up, we’ve got our crew of detectives with their special talents. (Why is special backwards? Does that mean something?) They’re all dispatched out to the Kanai Ward, where the game takes place.

First one out in the open and the rest under the read more:

Desuhiko Thunderbolt

Special Skill: Disguise

Okay so I have to assume that the “desu” here is evoking “death” and not the meme about the part of speech, but you never know. The “-hiko” ending is, as you may know, a common boys’ name suffix. This is our womanizer character, who also wants to become a famous detective. He’s always carrying his giant backpack full of disguises, like a horny little happy mask salesman.

Also, reading the notes about how he can change not just his face and clothes, but his height, voice, and body type is making me laugh, because they really just made a More OP Sagishi, didn’t they?

Aphex Logan

Special Skill: Detecting Life

A veritable Seer of Life, here. Can sense and pinpoint the location of any living thing within a 50 meter radius. His posture, backstory, and overall vibe say yanki tough guy (after his lawyer parents died, he grew up in the slums), but that hat/mask thing kinda says New Japan Wrestling, so now I’m wondering if his last name is a reference to one half of the internet’s shittiest brothers. It does say he tends to solve things with violence.

Zange Eraser

Special Skill: Thoughtography

I want the last name to be a pun on eraser + razor so bad. I mean, the “zan” in the first name could refer to slicing with a sword, so it’d be so good! Oh well. In Japanese, “erasing” is slang for killing someone, in the same vein as “rubbin’ him out” kind of Looney Toons mobster talk. This older guy has the vibe of a seasoned warrior, and never speaks about his past. However, since he sometimes refers to himself as a “former official”, it’s possible he may be an ex-govt employee. His ability is that he can project his own memories as images onto digital devices, so I’m not sure what the pole is for. Selfie stick?

Zilch Alexander

Special Skill: Animal Puppetry

Being able to control animals is cool, I guess, but man this is a really good example of DR’s trademark “One Normal Name + One Really Stupid Name” principle in action.

Anyway, Zilch here loves the harmony between man and nature, and so he specializes in things that blend the two (i.e., animals). He has tendency to overtake conversations in order to make sure things proceed optimally, which gives off the impression to others that he thinks he’s better than everyone else. But hey, nobody’s perfect.

What an amazing character design. Love these animals’ poses and expressions, too. No notes.

Vivia Twilight

Special Skill: Separating Spirit from Body

Despite the name sounding like someone’s MLP OC, this little twink can yeet his soul out of his body to become invisible and not let walls or floors stand in his way. This name is so good, damn.

Vivia is one of those people with aesthetic, decadent kinda vibes. You know the ones. He’s got a self-indulgent type of personality, and you can often find him sleeping under the agency’s heater or beneath a hotel grand piano or whatever.

This is 100% the fanbait character.

Pucci Lavmin (Pucchi Ravmin)

Special Skill: Super Hearing

She may look like a little kid, but beneath her petite exterior lies machine-like serenity and intellect. Maybe it’s because she doesn’t get to talk to other people much, but she has a habit of unexpected responses or emotional outbursts in conversation. Guess she took the touching grass thing prescriptively?

Her skill seems a bit underwhelming considering we have a guy who can shapeshift and one who can re-enact that Pokemon Tower anime episode at will, but what do I know. I guess there’s lots of good practical applications to this one, which they point out, like listening in on conversations or for footsteps and stuff.

Harara Nightmare (Halala Nightmare)

Special Skill: Past Vision

Oh sure, don’t give me any direction on the romanization for this one, thanks. Also, why are both detectives on this page voiced by someone named Yui, written the same exact way? Weird. Anyway, excellent name, love it. Hindsight is always 20/20, and imagine if you could look back at actual 2020? Nightmare, right?

Harara/Halala always keeps a cool head and is able to make very precise deductions, so they’re a veteran of plenty of tough cases. That said, they trust nothing more than money, and won’t take on any clients that don’t offer sufficient compensation for their skills.

※ Thanks to @jadyjads for letting me know that the character’s official English profile uses they/them! (I’m sure you’re not surprised to learn that there are zero gender indicators in most of these blurbs in Japanese, so I usually just go off the VA to make a decision.)

Fubuki Clockford (possibly Crockford, but come on)

Special Skill: Rewinding Time

This one is my favorite name. As you may or may not know, “fubuki” means blizzard but is also a common girl’s name, but that’s not what makes it wonderful. The real star of the show is the meaningful last name that also sounds like a background character in Illbleed.

Good news: this Knight of Time’s powers aren’t busted, because you can only go back once, and after that you can’t use the power again until more time has passed.

Fubuki herself is an illustrious daughter of the noble Clockford family, and hasn’t had a lot of opportunities to interact with the normal, everyday world. As such, she’s got some unique views on things, and she’s often causing issues for people by marching to the beat of her own drum. She’s also got a bad tendency to drop conversations, which doesn’t help.

Melami Goldmine (Merami Goldmine)

Special Skill: Necromancy

This is another great name, because this one seems to hint at an avaricious nature, rather than being a direct reference to her talent. (Unless of course this is also a Zombieya no Reiko reference in which case, WOW.) She can raise the spirits of the dead for a price, but only if she’s wearing something the deceased wore in life.

Melami likes clothes, and people who'd look good in clothes she likes.

I... Okay, sure.

Yakou Furio

Role: Head of the Yakou (Midnight Service) Detective Agency

Not one of the Super Detectives (or Great Detectives? I haven’t kept up with the direction the loc is going), but still an accomplished sleuth recognized by the International Detectives Organization (World Detectives Organization? This might be a WHO reference). Presumably the founder of the agency, he’s also the only office staff, and everybody’s boss. Despite running the agency, he tries to keep operations on the downlow to avoid dealing with the Amaterasu Co. Security Dept. He’s known for his timid demeanor, but his name belies fiery rage (”yakou” can also mean “let’s burn”).

Yomii Hellsmile

Role: Head of Amaterasu Co.’s Security Dept

This is simultaneously a floor master from Kimi ga Shine (name, personality) and our Junko (personality, presence in a Kodaka game). He’s young but delights in the misfortune of others, crushes people with a serene demeaner, and uses his underlings just to toss them aside after. He rules Kanai Ward, and uses that achievement to broker influence within the Amaterasu Mega Company. (Wasn’t the big evil company in Enen no Shouboutai called Amaterasu too?)

Also, I revise my earlier statement, this may very well end up being the fanbait character...

Suwaro Electro

Role: Vice Head of Amaterasu Co.’s Security Dept

Meanwhile this character design is one that speaks to my heart. The first name kinda sounds like both the imperative order “sit!” and the English word “swallow”, while the last name just sounds like a C Tier comic book character. This is Yomii’s right hand woman, who is the beneficiary of his sprinklings of trust and love, and she thinks very highly of herself. She normally has zero mercy for those who oppose her but makes an exception to be a loyal lackey for Yomii, making her sorta like this game’s Mukuro. I hope she’s just as fail and tragic as my beloved Corpsey.

Then there’s these weirdos who work in the Amaterasu Co. Security Dept:

This rejected Persona enemy is Spank Cassanero, and he likes money.

I’m guessing at how to transliterate this name, since it could also be Spunk, and the last name could be a little different. Seemed like it was going for Italian to me, I dunno.

Next, the bullybait looking person is Seth Brows(e), the head of the security department’s investigation team. He speaks so softly that he needs a megaphone to help him project. He’s pretty subdued when he speaks, which makes him come across as kind of sickly.

The third-string Vtuber is called Gyoumu Hall, which is a classic stupid Japanese name, where you use the Western surname to just call a character “conference hall”. The leader of the security department’s Anti-Terrorist Unit, she talks fast, is rather animated, and uses the first person pronoun “this” (kore).

Finally, we have this 6′6″ fellow known as Dominic Fulltank. How apt. He sure looks like a Dominic, doesn’t he? He’s the vice head of the Anti-Terorrist Unit. He’s totally loyal to Gyoumu, though sometimes struggles to carry out more complicated orders.

...Some of these characters have unfortunate optics, man.

So there you have it!

This includes most of the actual info from the Famitsu issue last week; if you want to see some of the other text on the pages then cool, but you aren’t missing too much.

Thanks for reading and have a good week!

#translation #Rain Code #master detective archives: rain code #Famitsu #long post

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Betcha

pairing: designer!Baekhyun x fem!reader (ft. Chanyeol)

genre: fluff, comedy, best friends to lovers!AU

warnings: alcohol and food consumption, mild nudity (no smut), reader is drunk af

repost from my old account!

Author's note: I decided to start reposting the stuff from my old account with a bit more proper editing <3

“Oi, Baek, where are you?!” You yell at your friend through the phone, “I’ve been standing here for half an hour now! And it’s freaking cold too!."

“Yah, Y/N, don’t shout! I’ll be there in 5 minutes, can’t you wait a bit more?” Baekhyun gives a relaxed reply, as if he hadn’t stood you up at all.

It was 10 PM, you (he) had booked a nice restaurant to eat with your best friend Baekhyun, in celebration of his new collection launch. The waiting line was quite big though, since the restaurant was pretty famous. You were also worried you might lose your reservation, simply because the one who made it in the first place wasn’t here.

You had previously met with Baekhyun at the launch party, but you weren’t able to talk for long, because he was busy talking with celebrities who congratulated him for his successful launch. However, he wanted to celebrate with his best friend, without the noise and the crowd swarming around him, in a more secluded place.

You were always grateful to him, because no matter the difference in your lifestyles, he always treated you as his equal. Of course, you were always by his side, supporting him in all of his decisions and risks, his happy and sad moments, his shoulder to cry on. There was only one thing you couldn’t be: Baekhyun’s girlfriend.

Your trail of thoughts is cut short by the sound of a roaring engine and you turn around to see a luxurious car parking in front of the restaurant, instantly recognizing the vehicle. The door opens and Baekhyun comes out with an air of flamboyance, his outfit different from the one he sported in the party.

The line of customers is now very noisy, as they are ogling over your best friend - and rightfully so, to be honest. However, Baekhyun pays zero attention to them and skips to you, pulling you in a tight hug. “

Sorry for being late, huge traffic.” He rubs the back of his neck with a smile and you roll your eyes at him.

“Huge traffic huh? More like ‘I was late on purpose to make a flashy entrance’. You even changed clothes!” You mock him and he pouts.

“Hey! I changed clothes because a dumbass called Park Chanyeol spilled his whiskey on my shirt! Besides, I’m always flashy, in case you didn’t know.” He dramatically flips his hair, making you laugh.

“Okay mr. Byun - always - flashy - Baekhyun, we have a reservation waiting for us to confirm.” You pull him by the hand.

You make your way to the entrance and the receptionist asks for the reservation, Baekhyun gives his name and within few minutes, you’re seated at your table.

You are quietly fidgeting in your seat, your blue velvet dress now feeling uncomfortable on your body - and not because of the material.

“Earth to Y/N calling, are you there?” Baekhyun snaps his fingers repeatedly to get your attention.

“W-what? Is something wrong?”

“You tell me, I wasn’t the one spacing out.”

“Oh… Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” you laugh nervously.

“Nah, it’s okay, I was just messing with you. Anyways, are you ready to order?” he asks with a smile.

“Um, sure. I’ll get tortelloni a la creme.” You reply and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“Wow, you didn’t even check the menu.” Baekhyun remarks.

“I’m a decisive person, unlike you.”

“Rude, but I’ll let it slide, ‘cause I’m in a very good mood tonight,” he chirps.

“You deserve it, Baek. You worked really hard on that collection, so it was bound to be a succesful launch,” you state.

“True, but it was all thanks to you Y/N.”

“Oh come on, cut the flattery, I did nothing serious-” he cuts you off by putting his hand on your mouth and he starts speaking.

“When I was down and desperate, you would always drop everything and come to my doorstep with food and stay the night. Even when I was on a designing spree, you would always add your tips and ideas to make everything better. I said it in the party and I’ll say it again: Y/N L/N, you’re my best friend and driving force for life." He finishes and takes your hand into his, the act of affection making your heart flutter.

“Awww, she’s blushing~” Baekhyun coos and pinches your cheeks.

“Hey, I’m not blushing! And don’t pinch my cheeks, I'm not a baby!” you playfully slap his wrists.

“Okay, since you are a grown ass woman, do you want to call the waiter and order some wine?” Baekhyun asks.

“Thought you’d never say it."

As the food and wine arrive on the table, you endlessly chatted with Baekhyun, gossiping about the best and worst outfits of the party, the “celebrities” who were throwing glances at you while shamelessly flirting with your best friend. Of course, Baekhyun could not possibly leave out the moment when one of his friends, Chanyeol, was clumsy enough to spill his whiskey on Baekhyun’s shirt, which was also one of your favorite pieces from his new collection - and Baekhyun’s as well.

The hours pass by, one wine glass becomes two, two turn into three and without knowing, you have emptied two wine bottles, most of it coursing through your veins and clouding your senses in a euphoric haze.

“Whoa, whoa! No more of this for you, young lady.” Baekhyun snatches the glass from your hand right before you gulped it down.

“But whyyyy~ I want -hic!- mooooreeee” you slur in your drunk state.

“Y/N, you’re piss drunk! I can’t leave you alone in this state! Wait here, I’ll go pay for the food and we’ll leave right away." Baekhyun stands up and jogs to the cashier, whips out his credit card and returns to your side. He helps you stand to your feet, your bag and coat in his one arm and he snakes his other arm around your waist to support you.

You make it out of the exit and Baekhyun carefully slides you to the passenger seat. He rushes to the driver seat and turns on the engine, driving to his home, the time now past midnight.

“Slowly now, Y/N… Left foot, right foot, left and right…Okay! We’re in!” Baekhyun says as you both enter his house and he closes the door with his foot behind him.

“Baekhyunnieeeee~ Everything is flyiiiiiing arouuuund~” You say loudly.

“Shhhhh! It’s past midnight Y/N, don’t shout!” He shushes you and you fall straight on the couch, giggling.

“Baek~Hyun~Nieeee~” you chirp, still drunk and in your own happy world.

Shit, she’s cute like this, he thinks to himself. He lifts you in his arms and takes you to his bedroom, placing you carefully on the bed.

“Hnng, too tight-” you croak and try to reach the zipper of your dress to remove it.

“OH NONONONO-” he stops you and rushes to his closet and takes out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to give you. He sees you still struggling with your dress and decides to help you out of it.

“Why is this happening to me….Okay, here goes nothing....” Baekhyun takes a deep breath, unzips your dress and takes it off slowly, revealing your body in underwear and thigh-high stockings. His breath hitches at the sight.

“Damn, you’re so beautiful…” he whispers under his breath.

“Baekhyuuuun, I’m cooold,” you whine, snapping Baekhyun out of his trance and putting you in his more comfortable clothes, having taken off the stockings as well. By the time he dressed you, you had calmed down and you were nearly asleep, making him sigh in relief. When he was about to leave the room, your voice makes him freeze in his tracks.

“I love you, Baekhyun”. These four words were all he wanted to hear from you, and he couldn’t help but answer the same. “I love you too, Y/N” he says softly, but you had already fallen into deep sleep.

You wake up the next day from the sunlight hitting your face and the smell of freshly made coffee. You open your eyes slowly, your head still hurting from last night. By the time you come to your full senses, you realize you’re not in your house and you’re definitely not wearing your clothes. You smell the clothes, the scent of cedarwood and bergamot hitting your nose and making you smile - Baekhyun’s clothes.

You get up slowly and make your way to the kitchen and you see Baekhyun making breakfast, his hair ruffled from sleep and wearing clothes similar to the ones you were wearing.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” he smiles and gives you a cup of coffee with a croissant.

“Good morning, Baek.” You reply and sit down.

“How did you sleep?” he asks you and takes a sip from his coffee.

“I went out like a light, but my head is pounding like crazy…How much did I drink last night?”

“You drank a lot… and I couldn’t leave you alone, so I took the liberty to bring you to my house, the ride was shorter too-”

“Hey, hey! It’s totally fine, Baekhyun! Thank you for everything, I really appreciate what you did for me,” you smile at him and cup his cheek with your hand, “I got a question though… How did I end up in your clothes?” you look at him and his ears turn red at your question.

“I-uhm, uhh- ahem, okay. As you know, you were drunk and I took you to the bedroom, so that you would sleep comfortably. You were trying to unzip your dress but failed miserably, so I…helped you take your clothes off and gave you a pair of mine, you know, to feel more comfortable while sleeping - not that I wanted to check you out in your underwear or something.” Baekhyun finishes and scratches his head anxiously.

“Yeah, sure thing Baek,” you raise a brow at him. Baekhyun releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The relief was short-lived, as he was taken aback by your next words

“I don’t know if you meant the ‘I love you too, Y/N’ you said last night, but I meant it.” You tell him and your heart starts racing.

This is it, this is the make or break moment, Y/N. It’s all or nothing-

“I meant it, Y/N. With all my damn heart.” Baekhyun replies, his face red from the sudden confession. You start laughing and he’s frozen in his seat.

“W-Why are you laughing, Y/N? What is so funny to you?!” Baekhyun pouts in confusion and you fan yourself, trying to calm down from your previous laughing fit.

“Ha, haha, don’t get me wrong, Baek. It’s actually really funny, because I always thought you saw me as your friend, yet I wasn’t brave enough to confess all this time… Talk about real clownery,” you admit and Baekhyun starts chuckling in return.

“Honey, it was always you. Just because I’m flirting from time to time, that doesn’t mean I'm actually interested in every woman I flirt with. It was mostly to get a reaction out of you, but it seems like I failed miserably.” He raises his hands in defeat.

“Oh, and what makes you think that confessing and flirting with me now will make fall for you?” you ask him with confidence and you see a familiar glint in Baekhyun’s eyes:

“Betcha, ma girl, I met ya and you’re gonna be mine."

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