#but anyway. I'm proud of myself
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#not sure if i talked about this here yet but I'm a recovering nail/cuticle biter#and last fall i started getting gel manicures to incentivize me to stop so i wouldnt be wasting my money lol#and it WORKED. because i got really really into nail and cuticle care#so now my nails are grown out and my nail beds have completely reattached#i have normal nails now and you could never tell i used to demolish them#i spent my ENTIRE LIFE with stubby little bitten nails and gross ripped up dried cuticles#and now i have BEAUTIFUL natural nails#except for the damage i accumulated from the gel removal over seven months lolllllll#so recently i stopped getting gel and i switched to regular lacquer#at first i was still going in to my nail tech but then i started taking the polish off in between appointments and practicing on my own#and in just a couple weeks i was good enough that i just stopped going in!#i just do my own nails now!!!#it takes me four hours to do it right lmao but its worth it because it's been a week and they're still perfect#only one tiny chip and NO LIFTING#im gonna take it off and redo it with a new color today because I'm bored of this color#but i could probably keep wearing this for another week and it'd hold up#I can't take all the credit because I'm using the Dazzle Dry system and just switching out the color with ILNP lol#Dazzle Dry is another fucking level omg#but anyway. I'm proud of myself#my nails look just as good as when i was getting them done professionally 😭#i am NOT a girly girl i don't wear makeup or shave a single part of my body#i get my hair cut specifically in a way that requires minimal styling#so the nail obsession isn't something anyone would have expected from me...#and yet my nails are always immaculate nowadays ����
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Big fan of when a character's grief/trauma/guilt manifests as physical symptoms. Big fan of characters keeping things so tight inside them that it makes them sick. Big fan of when the line blurs between a character's mental trauma and physical illness until it's hard to tell which is which anymore.
#whump#k once i did a fic where a character had pneumonia#and also was in Big Mental Distress and mentally going over all the people he'd lost in his life etc#and i gotta say i'm proud of myself for bringing up the recurrent motif of his chest being pianful...like is it from being sick & coughing#or bc he's grieving so badly it's putting him in physical pain#ANYWAY
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drawing i made for a narumitsu fic i’ve been writing for the past couple months! it’s 29k words of phoenix tackling his hardest case yet: getting edgeworth to agree to a pet name. completely finished & uploaded, T-rating, established relationship… link’s here if you're interested, if not, enjoy the sillies!
for venturing under the cut, i reward thee with the title card & section break illustrations! my favorites are the origami family and the popcorn pigeon :P
and finally... tigerworth...
#ace attorney#gyakuten saiban#narumitsu#wrightworth#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#my art#fanfic#fanfiction#ace attorney fanfiction#i feel way too embarrassed about this for someone with them kissing in my pfp#“aaa what if people think i'm weird for writing fanfic”#ma'am shut up you are on tumblr. this is your target audience.#anyways!#proud of myself for finishing#wahoo :D#thanks vulfpeck for fueling this#“there's no way this goes over 20k” < famous last words#finally i can do something else. like draw more ace attorne--
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Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don't like the truth? // Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But, you capture the right moment… it says more. // I didn't say it. // You didn't have to.
[remake of my very first gifset one year later]
#byler#mike wheeler#will byers#stranger things#mikesbasementgifs#hiii i rly love making gifs i'm so glad i started it's been so much fun playing and learning and i'm genuinely so surprised and also#proud of myself for how far i've come in a year. theres so much more i want to learn and seeing how much i have visibly improved is#great motivation to keep pushing myself and trying new things... like this actually i've never done a set like this before dhjsfdsdjhs#also if you’ve ever said nice things about my gifs please know that i love you it means the world to me <3333333#anyway look at these gay boys they want to kiss each other on the mouths!!! (and they will!!!!!)#ok byeeeeeeeeeeeee
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#spiderman#deadpool#spideypool#comic#I did this for a class#an ENGLISH class#but we're learning about comics as literature and for the most recent paper we had an option to make a comic#and the main theme we're studying this semester is power so i made this#anyway I forgot how goddamn hard these two are to draw#I hate how complicated their costumes are like its so unnecessary#but I also think this is the most accurately I've drawn them#and they looked consistent through this whole thing#so I'm really proud of myself#and yes this is gay but i'm imagining that in this scene they don't realize they have feelings for each other yet hee hee#some of these were fuckin hard angles too what was i doing to myself!!! this was hard af!!! wtf!!!#and to be honest i drew all of this yesterday and today!!! that was so much drawing!!! og my god!!!#but it was fun he he#except i will always hate the webs on spideys costume. hell world#they have to look such a specific way and it is not easy#enough rambling. enjoy#also sorry im reuploading this because i had accidentally colored in one of spideys speech bubbles as yellow
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It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.
Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.
I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi
RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3
the smell of you
warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.
wc: 2.2k+
come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3
“Eddie?”
The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall.
“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?”
Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold.
You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him.
Something unspoken. Something homely.
“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.”
When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion.
He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire.
“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”
“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?”
“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?”
You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room.
Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use.
The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him.
“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?”
“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.”
It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.”
He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him.
When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm.
“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.”
“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch.
“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently.
He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back.
One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home.
“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”
“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-”
“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.”
You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”
“Good.”
He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair.
“Eddie!”
If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient.
And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him.
Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot.”
The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you.
“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.”
“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?”
Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”
“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?”
“The kind that gets off on annoying me.”
His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”
You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum.
You never grow tired of it. You never will.
“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always.
And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.”
“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-”
You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him.
He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.”
“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”
“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”
“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”
Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside.
He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.
You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly.
You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days.
Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso.
“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle.
He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.”
“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off.
You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep.
I love you.
I adore you.
I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me.
And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you.
The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?”
To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat.
“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”
#ghost's stories#summertime sweetness#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson fluff#stranger things#peep me making fun of myself in there about the way i constantly like to write him doing the whole mock stabbing himself thing#i just want to find me an eddie munson to be so comfortable with that afternoons like this would be a regular thing ya know#give me a man who likes my stink#a man who offers to order us matching tempurpedic coffins#i don't think that's how you spell that word if i'm being completely honest#it's canon in my head the two of you would go 'coffin shopping' just cause you both wanna know what it's like to lay in one#also in my process of brainstorming and writing this i realized i really do not understand the concept of being weird because#halfway through writing this#i questioned if it was even weird/weird enough?#this doesn't feel weird to me this just feels like the normal progression of getting comfortable in a relationship#it was this or eddie being unbothered by sounds of indigestion or however you spell it#ANYWAYS im rambling my bad <3#i hope i made you proud rhi!! <3
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🌟🍬🤖🎈Congrats to Wonderlands x Showtime for finishing their 4x4!🌟🍬🤖🎈
#project sekai#prsk#tsukasa tenma#emu otori#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#wonderlands x showtime#wxs#the 4x4 is four rounds of four characters' songs if that wasn't obvious#also please don't ask me what happened to the colors i do not know everything got WAY paler on export#i color picked everything i swear#anyways i love wxs so much and i wanted to draw something serious for this huge milestone of so many songs that i adore#i was initially planning on doing this for every band but if you can imagine making four gifs from scratch is actually a lot of work#i do probably have a bit of time before honami 4 comes out (mixed first + 3DMV) though so maybe i'll still do it idk#but i'm proud of myself for having finished this#wish i had remembered to add a watermark but it would take way too much work to fix it now so. please remember me.....#(and don't repost without credit :) )#my art#fanart#if the gifs are out of sync i am so sorry i have no idea how to fix that. this is my first time posting gifs :(#i hope they will be fixed
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HYUNJIN | 240717 • S-CLASS @ MUSIC CORE JAPAN
#hwang hyunjin#hyunjin#stray kids#skz#bystay#createskz#staysource#staydaily#a9gifs#flashing tw#*gif#*ccarly#*hyunjin#*carly:hyunjin#ok this sharpening actually makes these look different from the unsharpened gifs without me hating it very proud of myself.#u know usually i'm a hat anti but this one isn't bad#anyway NOW i need to work . my god#i was considering giffing jisung actually but hyunjin called to me and i listened as usual
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My biggest regret about my newfound (probable) lactose intolerance is that I did not make fun of y'all more while I was still gastrotypical
#anyway I had some cheese this morning for the first time in 2 months. let's see how that goes#if anyone asks yes i invented the colloquialism 'gastrotypical' and i'm very proud of myself#misadventures in gastrodivergence
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it's time to klance-fy bro movies
#doing digital art is so fun#I know that technically chicken scratch is bad for art improvement and I'm working on it (lies) but for now it is what it is#this is supposed to be a redraw of a scene from a russian 90s movie about the unforgiving time that was in the early post soviet period#and I have Thoughts and Ideas on how to make it into an au#anyway. take this messy sketch before I change my mind about exposing myself on The Internet#voltron#vld#klance#keith kogane#lance mcclain#au#my art#Brother 1997#90s au#voltron legendary defender#also I may or may not have a colored version that I'm not exactly proud of. lmk if someone wants to see that
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wake up, vin just dropped actual hornet art
#as always for my art it looks better if you click on it#i think at least#and i say i hate using alot of color blah blah blah i hate small little details blah blah blah i hate doing lighting i'm not used to#i don't know how lighting works#but i'm proud of myself for this one#:)#anyway#lu's canvas#wrylu#hornet hk#hk#hollow knight#hk art#hollow knight art#fanart#my art#illustration#artists on tumblr#hollow knight hornet#hk hornet#silksong hornet#hornet silksong#hollow knight fanart#hk fanart#digital art
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My final shot for the My Fair Hatey reanimated, hosted by @bamjammy :-) !
#👆 The measurerrrr#I KNOW i said i wasnt planning on joining this project anytime soon but i couldnt help myself 😭#me when I Lie#anyways. I'm actually soo proud with how this turned out by the end considering that I havent animated anything like this in 4 YEARS#reblogs are very much appreciated here..#wander over yonder#woy#commander peepers#mylas art
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it's time I come out: I am a Samukai fan. He's in my top 5, if not number one, Ninjago villains.
anyways 24 HOUR ANIMATION CHALLENGE BABY SOLVES ALL YOUR PROBLEMS WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (except hand pain) I CAME I SAW I DIDN'T EAT COZ THAT'S A TIME LOSS BUT I COOKED
I wanted to add all the other ninja and I had their bits planned out, but hey, that's life. Hope to return to this in the future!
#so flippin proud of myself dude#one of the first times I can look at an animation I made and say I've made it as an artist#I can finally make those cool AMVs I dream about in my head 😌#anyways I miss Samukai so much lol he was just A Guy#“sorry I gotta kill you to take your place among the living. but if it's any condolence I'll spare your parents :\”#oh shit I accidentally referenced DotD when Samukai goes to stab Jay#I was just trying to figure out how mans blocks his nunchucks lol that's awesome#I actually meant for it to be more of a reference to with Samukai threw away Kai's sword in the pilots#but both is good :]!#just#HELL yeah!!#I keep rewatching it coz I'm in disbelief that I made that! me!#crazy dude#ninjago#ninjago fanart#ninjago animation#ninjago samukai#ninjago kai#kai smith#ninjago jay#ninjago jay walker#animation#2d animation#24 hour animation#toon boom harmony#toon boom animation#fight scene#my stuff
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taking a moment to appreciate our gorgeous girls imelda and natty ❤️💚🦁🐍 (and taking a moment to appreciate this lineart.. even I'M impressed..)
standalone lineart ver. under the cut! 🎨
#look. i ship natty with garreth and imelda with poppy BUT#hear me out on this ship?? like i feel like the dynamic would be so interesting!#sorry i'm a multishipper so i think about ALL the dynamics hahah#but anyways. they're actually really good friends in milena's canon universe!#also CAN YOU BELIEVE?. I DID THIS WITHOUT A REFERENCE?!?! i'm so proud of myself#i feel like it's obvious my favorite part of the art process is lineart#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hogwarts legacy art#imelda reyes#natty onai#natsai onai#sparxyvdoodles
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downstream 🫧🪸
#sasha's art#digital art#artists on tumblr#Illustration#illustrators on tumblr#1k#i made this a few weeks ago as concept art for a merch design competition for a sweetwater aquarium#nothing came of it but i am not sad about it#in fact!! i'm very proud of myself for going way out of my comfort zone and putting my art Out There#this was the first time i did something like that!! made a whole Project#this was obviously only the concept art and not the finished Product but i really like it#idk how well it goes with the other stuff i do but!! here it is anyways i hope u enjoy it!!#it's a catfish
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1/4 prompt: switch (367 words) part 1 - @jegulus-microfic
“Switch shifts with me on Saturday.” James leans against the break room door, blocking Lily’s way out of the coffee shop.
She startles, looking up from her phone. He grins his most loveable grin, earning a suspicious look before she locks her phone and lets her bag fall off her shoulder.
“You want my Saturday closing? What happened to 'weekend closings are cruel and having to work them should be considered unfit working conditions'?”
“Just do it. Please?” He changes tactics, trading out the grin for a pleading look; big brown eyes on display.
She doesn’t speak for a long moment and he feels himself start to get antsy. Just when he’s about to speak up again, maybe offer to buy her lunch or clean the bathrooms during their next shared shift, she rolls her eyes. “Regulus is scheduled for that shift, isn’t he.”
It should be embarrassing the way his heart skips a beat when she says Regulus’ name. It isn’t though, not when he’s transported right back to the night before, when they last shared a shift and he offered him a ride home like a gentleman, citing Regulus’ safety and the length of his commute as reasons he should give in. Eventually he did, after a barrage of insults and a promise that it was only because he didn’t want to fall asleep on the bus again.
The opportunity to spend a slow evening together and further chip away at that hardened exterior, maybe even convince him to go on a date, was too good to pass up. Never mind that he was willingly signing up for a back-to-back closing and opening.
“I’m supposed to open. Pandora opens.” He tries.
This seems to get through to her, the hopeful bubble in his chest growing as Lily purses her lips and looks off to the side.
“…deal.”
James all but whoops and Lily gives into a smile, shoving him out of the way so she can leave.
“Thank you,” He follows her out the door, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “Really, I owe you one.”
“Whatever. Just ask him out soon, yeah? I’ve got ten on Barty that you’ll be dating by next payroll.”
#it’s been over two months since i posted a microfic i think but i did it#i’m sorry i’m a little rusty#anyway i don't always love the whole 'the friend group was betting on it' trope#but i like the idea of barty and lily just betting on shit all the time#barty owes lily like half of his paycheck at any given time#i'm slowly working myself out of my writing funk someone pls be proud of me#jegulus#starchaser#jegulus microfic#my microfics#regulus black#james potter
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