#daniel avidan x reader

[bunnyychi]

A Heartstruck Collision

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Masterlist

Pairing: Zach Hadel x f!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is gonna be a slow burn fanfiction and Zach won't show up til some chapters in so I hope you can have a little patience for me :> This is super self indulgent btw as you can see from me making Game Grumps an intrinsic part of the story

Tags: If you wanna get tagged for the next chapters, just let me know!

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Living in L.A was.. different, to say the least.

Don't get it confused, it wasn't horrible but it certainly was a different experience from what you had known of a “normal life” up until that point.

If you had to use just three words to sum it up, you'd probably say: loud, busy but fun.

You had moved there a few weeks ago after landing a job as an animator at the Game Grumps Company. Your bosses, Arin Hanson And Daniel Avidan, had, after years of only talking about it and never acting on it, started working on an animated Series called “Game Gyaru”.

The ad hadn't just drawn you in because you had been a fan of them for many years, but also because of the style that they were going for. 90's anime with all the good stuff: Magical Girl Transformation, feel good humor and beautiful sparkly, saturated images.

Not only the job offer was great in and of itself but the pay you were about to receive would definitely make up for some of the left over student debt as well as the fact that your apartment was being paid for you by Arin or rather, his company.

They say “never meet your heroes” but in this particular case, you might've just gotten extremely lucky.

You had your first meeting with the Grumps just a week ago. It hadn't been anything special. A few awkward handshakes, tripping over your own words and an introduction to your new workspace (which featured one of the most expensive and fancy drawing tablets you had ever seen by the way) and of course, a brief meeting with your future colleagues. Well- a brief meeting with their names so to speak.

Apparently Ross O'Donovan, which you had been following as well, would be working on the project alongside you in addition to some other names that you haven't had a face in mind to connect them with.

They were most likely cut from the same cloth as you, other kids who just graduated from an art school that totally drained them and that have been begging for a stable job and finally getting a chance to put their degree to something useful.

As you had gotten home after your first day there, it had felt surreal. It still did even a week later and the mere thought of what your younger self would say if they saw you working under their favorite content creators was definitely tripping you up (hence the periodical screeches you had let loose whenever you thought about the matter at hand)

Much to your dismay though, all of the excitement for your new job was not enough to get you to finally properly move into your home. There were still about a dozen boxes standing around, just waiting for you to finally confront all of the useless stuff you had bought and acquired over the years.

Then again, you justified the leftover boxes by saying that you had already unpacked all of the very important stuff like dishes or clothes and yet you knew that someday you would have to face the consequences of your own procrastination.

“Did you just move in?”

“Oh no I uh.. I've been living here for a year now”

You could already hear the conversation happening in real time if there ever came a moment where you invited someone over.

‘Not today though” you thought, a sleepy yawn accompanying It. The last few days had been spent wandering around L.A or doodling various characters to try and get yourself in the right headspace for the coming months. An Art-Block would definitely be the worst thing that could happen right now so drinking in the entirety of a new city should hopefully keep your inspiration going.

Deciding to wrap up for today though, you finished your glass of water and closed your sketchbook, letting the pen collide with the hardcover of the book.

The apartment wasn't really big, yet that was absolutely fine. It meant that keeping the place clean was going to be significantly easier and the chances of losing your keys or important letters sank by at least 5%.

Just as you closed your bedroom door behind you, your phone vibrated in your pocket.

>>Hey there! Arin wanted to text you himself about tomorrow but he got kinda caught up so I just wanna make sure you're ready for tomorrow? :D<<

The text you had gotten was from Ally. She often aided Dan and Arin with their endeavors and all of their projects so it was no surprise that she also assisted with this one. Your encounter with her last week had been quite short lived yet her welcoming personality had you immediately feeling like this was going to be a comfortable working environment and one of the first things she had said to you was:

“And if there is anything you need, you can always come to me, I've got an ear for everyone”.

If that wasn’t the sweetest first thing you had ever heard while being somewhere completely new, you didn't know what was.

>>Hi :) Yeah I'm good, a little nervous but I'm sure I'll manage o7<<

You threw the phone onto your bed, pulling out your pajamas and putting them on, another vibration from your phone telling you that Ally had probably responded.

>>Oh yeah I totally get that dw! Just for your own peace of mind though, you really don't gotta get caught up with putting on a show or acting super professional, we're all friends here :D<<

You couldn't help but smile at that message. That interaction alone contradicted everything that you had heard about working life. Your parents and teachers had done a great job with the whole “that won't fly later in life” and yet here you were, using emoticons while speaking with one of your superiors.

Part of you was excited to rub it in their faces the next time you would call and yet you knew that they probably wouldn't look at animation as being a serious job. At least not if you weren't working for an actual company that had their shows playing on public tv.

Even though it was a sad thing to think about, they'd probably be more impressed if you were working on Family Guy.

With a tired sigh you plopped down on your bed, the slatted frame squeaking beneath your weight.

You contemplated for a second about whether or not you should cover yourself with your blanket. Another aspect that needed adjusting was the heat.

Luckily your apartment had air conditioning but you didn't want it running the whole time. Just because someone was paying for your place didn't mean that you had to max out every cost as much as possible.

Before drifting off to sleep, you decided on the old “one leg covered and one not”, using your body's built-in AC system (which actually worked quite well).

As you slowly succumbed to your own tiredness, your head was filled with all kinds of different images. Some were familiar, clearly influenced by the events of the past days but there were some which didn't quite fit into any picture.

You had met one of your, up until now unknown, colleagues. His face was obscured, your mind clearly leaving out the one part which would make it realistic.

You couldn't really make out what the conversation was about, only the feeling of butterflies to indicate what it was about.

Your hands had touched briefly as he took the pen from your hands, leaning over your shoulder from where you were sitting at your desk. You swore that your body actually started to heat up from what was just a random dream.

He was correcting your drawing a little and then he looked at you, his face so close to yours now and even though he had no face you just knew that he was smiling at you, his gaze softly looking at your lips and back into your eyes.

Gently, he put the pen down onto your desk while you were slowly closing the distance between you.

You felt his breath on your skin, his lips ghosting over yours, almost, finally touching-

“Ughhh what the fuuuck…”

Alright, your first paycheck would buy you an alarm that doesn't sound like an army drill.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you slowly sat up in your bed. Motivation to start your job wasn’t necessarily the issue, of that you had enough. Sadly though, your sleep schedule had a mind of it’s own. Still remembering all the nights you had spent up and working on your portfolio only for some company that ended up using the Chairman’s son (who had no degree or any creative abilities whatsoever) to design their new bougie logo.

Some might say that there was bitterness attached to memories such as those.

Deciding that huffing and puffing over previous job opportunities wouldn’t get you out of bed though, you finally stood up. Immediately regretting it as you felt your head spin from the sudden movement.

Maybe a little less motivation?

You slowly made your way toward the small kitchen, coffee being the only thing on your mind when it came to the matter of waking up. As you waited for the old machine to get started, you went back into your bedroom. Opening the wardrobe and looking at it. Contemplating.

You wanted to seem put together but also not too much - didn’t want to set expectations that you would only be able to hold up for a week maximum.

A simple t-shirt and jeans. Yeah, that is business casual, right?

In a way you felt stupid for even having to think about the whole thing. It would most likely be no issue if you showed up in sweatpants and a tank top for your whole time being there, as long as your work was good nothing else mattered.

Especially working as an animator, you had learned from personal experience that after 30 minutes your body seemed to magically shift into the most absurd positions anyway. So better be comfortable than not.

After donning on the not so carefully planned outfit, you walked back to your now steaming coffee. One look at the watch on our wrist told you that you had about 20 minutes left. Downing the beverage in a span of time that would definitely result in stomach issues, you opted for the bathroom. The mantra here was the same as with the clothes: Not too much but not too little.

***

The office was nicely cooled, a stark contrast to the humidity outside. You already heard many unfamiliar voices coming from your workspace, nervousness bubbling up inside you. ‘What are these other people like?Would they be way better at this whole stuff?’ Would they fire you if they saw that the others were more qualified? Usually you wouldn’t talk so negatively about the degree that you had worked so hard to get and yet in moments like these you always felt so inferior.

“Yeah, (y/n) should be here any minute now as well.”

As you heard Ally’s voice, you took one last deep breath. ‘It’ll be fine, just play it cool. You’ve come this far’

Turning the corner to the animator’s space, you were met with three unfamiliar faces. They weren’t scary looking or anything, the whole scene itself just felt comical and intimidating. As if you had been intruding on something even though they had been waiting specifically on you.

“Hey, sorry, hope I’m not late or anything?” You glanced at your watch once agin. Just on time.

“Oh no, we all showed up more or less right now so nothing to worry about!” Ally showed you a sympathetic smile to which you couldn't help but reply with one of your own.

The introductions luckily went by quite fast, leaving little room for any awkward silences that you always dreaded when it came to meeting new people.

For one, there was Hayley who seemed to come straight out of the hipster era from the 2000’s. She had long blonde hair that went far past her shoulders and was contrasted starkly by the red beanie which she had pulled halfway over her head so that a lot of the fabric was casually hanging down at the back of her head. It was already clear as she introduced herself that she was an energetic type of person. That and the fact that she had been living in L.A for 3 years now, definitely made you feel a little inferior, even though she seemed friendly.

Jackson, a tall brunette guy whose style was very normal (in a good way), had also been living here with his girlfriend for about one and a half years now. The way he talked and the ease with which he spoke made him appear confident and yet there was something very humble about him. Perhaps a sort of ‘gentle giant’?

Lastly, there was Raphael. He came over to the USA all the way from France and although his english was as good as that of any foreigner who dismissively says that their “english wouldn't be very good” (which was the universal sign of their english surpassing even shakespeare), he still had a french accent which drew everyone in as he was talking. It sounded so much more fancy even though it was just a regular introduction. His hair was tightly coiled at the top and what especially stood out about Raphael was the white tattoo on his right forearm. The white ink stood out like it was some magic seal and depicted a moth breaking out from its cocoon, one wing already free'd.

Out of the other two, he was the most timid one and the only one that felt like he felt as out of place as you did.

“Alright, now that all of us are here, I just wanna make sure that all of you got the mail about the concept for the Pilot?”

Everyone agreed in a half-unison “yeah”.

The Idea for the Pilot was quite simple in and of itself. It was no secret that the whole series was heavily inspired by shows like Sailor Moon or Cowboy Bebop which is why it was set in a sci-fi world which still felt all retro-y. The episode was supposed to start with a little sequence in which Arina was playing an arcade game in their little spaceship and of course, she was losing and punching the machine. Then, Daniella was supposed to come into frame and tell her, in typical Dan-fashion, that it was alright to which they’d have a little banter.

Afterwards, the actual story of the series was supposed to begin. Their superior, a man who coincidentally had a lot of similarities to Barack Obama, informs them about a mission. A woman apparently paged them because her son was acting strange.

The whole episode basically forms about one bit where Arin pretended to be a monkey child called Franklin that was out of control. With the crucial detail that this behavior was caused by some cursed jewelry. The Pilot should end by Arina and Daniella stopping the main villain's henchman who was hexing said jewelry - meeting the big bad guy in the end as well. Typical foreshadowing.

After the brief recap of what was about to happen, all of you sat down on your desks, getting comfortable with the new equipment. Since Arin and Dan had already evaluated some of your concept art and decided upon which would be the best way to start, it was basically just piecing together the puzzle. Well, a puzzle which had to be drawn up and then cleaned multiple times but still.

After a while of experimenting and Jackson and Hayley actually getting somewhere with their segments, Ross also entered the office.

“Sorry I’m late everyone, I had to work on this other thing as well. I'll try to be on time in the future.”

All four of you reassured him immediately, partly also because you all had immense respect for the guy and his abilities.

“What have you gotten so far?”

“Me and Hayley just finished sketching up like three frames of our scenes.”

Ross nodded, trying to see where he could fit into the picture.

“You guys are still getting used to the program?”

His gaze fell onto Raphael and you who could only reply with a sheepish smile in return.

Was it bad that you weren't working as fast?

“If we have to hurry up you can tell us, it's just like new and all. I for one never worked on an actual series up until now.” Raphael spoke up, his accent naturally swallowing up certain letters.

Ross immediately put up his hands:

“Oh no, no, all good! I just wanted to check where everyone was at.”

He scratched his chin, seemingly in thought.

“Okay, this might sound super stuck up and shit but should I maybe take on the role of director? If I remember correctly from your portfolios, none of you have worked on a series so far, which isn't a bad thing-” he hastily added in between.

“I'm just saying cause I've been here the longest as well. Might make things a tad bit easier for all of us.”

It really didn't sound arrogant, it was just the truth after all. No one opposed the idea of having someone as an actual director, seeing that it would probably help the entire flow of the team in the future.

After a brief discussion of how the program worked and how to approach the whole project in the best way, the tension that had been present in the room before practically dissolved immediately.

Ross, having worked with multiple animators already, was definitely educated in how to make beginners feel alright with their abilities and there was a silent aura of thankfulness surrounding all four of you as you continued to work.

***

“Whew, good job everyone! Holy shit that is like so much for one day!” Ross looked at your screens with an astounded expression.

Very much exhausted from concentrating and your hand having cramped up like five times today, you finally stretched. It was one of those that made you feel dizzy and like you were ascending into another plane of existence.

“Do you guys have any plans now?” Ross asked, cracking his fingers one by one.

“Nope, not really. Well, aside from sleeping.” Hayley let out a breathy laugh and got up from her chair.

“I’d invite you guys out for a drink if you want to, some team building and what not.”

That offer would definitely not be turned down.

Ross had mentioned a pub that was actually in walking distance (a miracle from what you knew of American cities). And so, after telling Arin that you'd be finished for today, you guys made your way over there.

The conversations were held light, except for Jackson who saw this as a great opportunity to shower Ross in compliments about his works. The Australian seemed to be slightly overwhelmed by the onslaught of support but he hid it quite gracefully.

You stayed behind everyone as you walked, your social battery needing to be refilled a little before entering a place where conversation was inevitable. You weren't opposed to social interaction, you pretty much appreciated it and realized that you needed it and yet being in a new environment with what were basically just strangers (no matter how famous they were online), was absolutely draining.

As you entered the bar, you were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. It wasn’t irritatingly strong but it was recognizable by everyone as you entered, faces twisting for just a split second.

Ross sauntered over to the counter, it was clear that he knew the barkeeper behind it. She vaguely gestured to a corner of the establishment, a little round booth where you were supposed to sit down.

You were leaning back against the soft cushioning off the wall, stretching your legs beneath the round table. The bar looked quite nice, you had to admit.

The whole place looked like it came straight out of another century but not worn out or scuffed. No, it looked fairly well looked after and it seemed that there was definitely no shortage of customers. If anything, you had gotten lucky that Ross had connections or otherwise the plans of a drink after work would have been quickly snuffed out.

The conversations started flowing once again after everyone had gotten their drinks. You mostly decided to listen, chiming in here and there if you had anything in mind that you thought would contribute nicely to the conversation. Otherwise you just sipped on your beverage from time to time, letting the alcohol relax you a little bit more, your fingers still hurting a bit from the way you were holding the pen the entire day.

“Yeah, my parents weren’t really happy with me moving across the entire world.” Raphael confessed, a look of guilt on his face. “I can imagine, you gotta tell us what it’s like in France, I’ve always wanted to go!” Hayley exclaimed, interest clear in her voice.

“It’s not super special, although the cities look nicer, no offense!” Raphael giggled. That you had to agree with. The beach was about the nicest thing in L.A that you had seen so far. Not to mention, walkable cities, who?

“I’ve been to europe once and yeah, it’s like entirely different with how the streets are and all-”

“Ross?”

You all looked up to the voice that interrupted the conversation.

“Oh Chris, what the fuck? What are you doing here?”

Ross got up and hugged the guy whose name apparently was Chris. Could that be the guy from DoodleDoods back then? You remember enjoying the creepy things he used to draw up seemingly on the spot. Didn’t he also have a gaming channel? What was the name again? Oney or something?

“I wanted to come here with Lyle but I think the fucker forgot or something cause I can’t find him anywhere.” He half laughed, he didn’t seem to actually be bitter about it.

“Aw that sucks, well yeah I’m here with my new animation team!” He excitedly pointed toward the four of you now awkwardly sitting in the booth. You gave a little wave to Chris who showed me a little smile in return.

“Animation- oh yeah right! The Game Gyaru thing I remember.” Ross nodded.

“Yup, that’s Raphael, Hayley right next to him and there are Jackson and (y/n)”

“Awesome, nice to meet you, I’m Chris!”

“Wait, you do OneyPlays right?” Jackson spoke up to which Chris threw up his hands in a gesture of feigned defeat. “You got me.”

After another minute of standing around had passed, Chris decided to simply sit down along with all of you, Lyle wouldn’t be showing up anymore anyway - his own words.

What surprised you about him was that talking to him felt very.. normal.

With the Grumps for example there was this feeling of “Oh my god they are internet legends” and although they were just regular everyday people, it still felt surreal talking to them.

The atmosphere in the bar was casual, like you couldn’t make any mistakes and as everyone was agitated in conversation, you realized that living here and working with all of them might actually turn out to be a really fun experience.

[munsonmuses]

Warm Cup Of Comfort (Dan Avidan x Reader)

Hi my lovelies! So I’ve been writing on AO3, and thought I’d add a little bit of free writing here

About the fic: gender neutral reader, you’re a barista (because of Dan’s affinity for coffee), you’re in your mid twenties so it is an age gap relationship

Warnings: none that I know off

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Scrubbing the stubborn coffee rings off the pickup counter, you huffed, bracing yourself on the lip of the surface while scrubbing as hard as you possibly could, the ring soon coming up as you silently celebrated the defeat of the stain.

Working in a smaller coffee shop was fun, in Glendale. Had more liberty with coffee options and decor, even having a sweet little coffee shop cat who’d been rescued from the back alleyway that guests seemed to really enjoy.

Muffins padded over to you, squeaking with each step she took as you pet her gently, the senior cat loving the warmth provided to her by the adoring fans that were the coffee shop regulars.

Heading to the door and flipping the open sign over, fixing the bow you’d tied on your apron and sighing lightly as you got to work. Having regulars was convenient, meaning you could prep all their coffee at once and they’d come right on time.

The door squeaked as it opened, and there he was. A regular your become pretty fond of. He’d introduced himself as Danny, the first time you’d ever met him. And the next time, as Dan. With the year and a half he kept coming in, you learned about the life he led. He was a content creator, and a musician. He had a sweet dog named Camilla, and he had OCD that was a longtime leftover of an illness from when he was younger.

He took wide strides to the counter as he grinned to himself lightly. Carefully pulling out his wallet as you shook your head, dismissing him lightly and nodding.

“No Daniel, you’re not paying for this. You always pay and tip a ridiculous amount and it’s insane. I mean, I don’t know how much you get paid, for the YouTube work and the music, but I do know that you’re overly generous.” You explained

And Dan just smiled, a warm smile that was kinda lopsided, the wrinkles in his face moving with it to show that his genuine joy had simply shaped and changed how he looked.

“I mean you work hard, and you make what I like, and you bake that cool bread that’s all spongy and I can dip it in my coffee,” he explained as he hummed lightly to himself. Carefully taking his coffee and his milk bread. He was gentle with it, as if he’d squish the slice into a little ball of bread if he was too rough.

You shrugged softly as you paid for it yourself, carefully giving him the coffee for his coworker as you ring it up, the register making a loud ding as Muffins raced over and you laughed, watching as she leapt on top of the counter to greet Daniel. Who’d become fond of the cat as he laughed softly, setting everything down to pet her.

“Have you ever noticed, how you take care of people so often? Like this cat was living outside. And you make sure you’ve got the right orders, and that you’ve got a friendly environment for everyone to enjoy. I’ve seen you bake extra to take to that shelter up the block,” he rubbed behind muffins ears, before looking you in the eyes. “You’re a good person…” he said softly, almost as if it were some secret only the two of you should know.

He slowly opened his wallet again as you went to stop him, him laughing as he scooted himself away a bit before shoving a wad of paper inside your tip jar as you sighed lightly.

Dan carefully picked up his coffees and snacks before heading out with a soft hum and nodding lightly.

You pulled the wad out of the tip jar as you carefully smoothed it out. His phone number written down with ‘call me?’ Scrawled messily under it.

For the first time, this was a tip you really did want.

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Towards the end of your shift, you carefully flipped the chairs up and onto the tables, making sure that it didn’t thud too hard. Not wanting to damage any of the kitschy decor you’d carefully accumulated over the years.

Hearing the front door squeak open, you turned around carefully. “Welcome in! How can I help-…you?” You smiled up at him, as he sheepishly padded in, carrying a plastic to-go bag, a slight sheen of moisture on the plastic as he set it on the counter.

“I was waiting for you to text or call, then I realized you were probably working. Which then led me to realize you probably hadn’t eaten or drank anything that wasn’t coffee so I thought I’d bring you dinner?” He rubbed the back of his neck carefully as you smiled lightly, undoing your apron and flipping the closed sign over as you nodded.

“And I got like a little side of uh, tuna? In a can, from a store nearby for muffins, thought he’d appreciate it?” He was pink in the face, it was apparent he was trying really hard.

“I’m sure SHE would appreciate those, it’s like a sweet meal for her.” You promised as you carefully took the tin from the bag and opened it carefully. The large cat shooting up from the cat bed in the corner and rapidly racing over to take it as she basically shoved her face into the cab.

Dan watched with a smile, petting her back as he sighed lightly. “She’s kind of a fat cat you know?” He observed as you scoffed lightly, putting the foods onto plates from the counter as you set them on a table in the corner that you hadn’t put the chairs back up on just yet, Dan following quietly.

“I’ve been flirting for the past six months,” he confessed as he slowly sat down, his legs barely fit under the table as you laughed softly.

“No, you’re kidding! I’ve been trying to hint at you for like six months, i doodled hearts on your cup!” You commented as he laughed loudly, throwing his head back and leaning. It was cute, how he let his joy move his body in any way that it saw fit. “I thought that was like, just a special cup, I guess? I dunno all your to go cups have cute designs so I just assumed?” He explained through his fit of giggles, which was pretty amusing as you picked through your pasta carefully, humming lightly to yourself.

“I just, I thought you weren’t interested.” He explained as you shook your head. “I mean I’m in my forties, it might’ve come off as creepy…” he whispered as you gently smacked his shoulder.

“I think you’re great Daniel, I thought you’d turned me down because I was too young!” You confessed as he shook his head lightly.

“Funny thing is, communist saying ‘do you wanna go on a date with me’ would’ve fixed all of that.” He lamented as you smiled, taking his hand from across the table.

“Hey Daniel, mister dark roast with dairy free creamer and light sugar? Would you go on a date with me?”

[blytheandherbrain]

Spin That Bottle! (DannyAvidanxReader)

Notes: Keep in mind that this one-shot was written back when I had first started writing, so it’s probably pretty bad, but I have wanted to transfer these from Wattpad to Tumblr for a long time now. ~these things~ are pretty stupid, but don’t worry, they’ll be gone soon. Y/N- your name C/N- crushes name

Request: None/From My Own Brain

Summary: You and Dan go to a party with your peers, trying to get you to tell your crush your feelings. However, time nears the morning, and you still haven’t told, causing Danny to start a game of Spin the Bottle. When your crush spins and lands on you, he refuses, prompting Danny to, yet again, take matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 500+

Masterlist

Your P.O.V. (Second Person)

Looking at yourself in the mirror for the seventh time in the past ten minutes, you wiped your slightly sweaty hands on your pants. "You look just fine!" Danny noted, seeing how nervous you were.

Sighing, you responded. "Dan, what if he doesn't talk to me? You know I've had this crush for, like, over a year already!"

"Yeah, I know." He sounded a little disappointed, but you decided to ignore it. "Again, you look gorgeous, if he turns you down, it's his loss."

You couldn't help smiling a little. "I guess you're right. I'm just overreacting."

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself once more and said you're ready to go. Danny jumped excitedly. Bumping his head on your ceiling in the process. You both left the house laughing your heads off.

~Woop Woop! Party skip!~

Looking at the clock, you noticed it was already 3:17 a.m. You've been here since 10, and still haven't told C/N that you liked him. Dan noticed as well, and patted your head, giving you a small smile. "Hey guys, wanna play Spin The Bottle?" He yelled to everyone.

You heard cheers from some, as well as groans. Many continued dancing and talking, but a handful of people sat in the circle, including C/N. "I'll spin first," your friend Sammy offered.

After a couple rounds, it was your crushes turn to spin. Your heart started beating quicker and quicker, until it seemed to have stopped. The bottle was facing towards you. Looking up in disbelief, you locked eyes with C/N. "Uh, no thanks," he retorted.

There were quite a few snickers as you felt your heart plummet all the way down to your toes. Blinking and looking down to hold back tears, you heard Dan speak up. "Fine, I guess I'll kiss her then."

Your head shot up at his statement, and your lips connected. It was a short, sweet kiss, but it left you wanting more. This... this felt right, like you were meant to be like this forever.

The rest of the game, you couldn't get your mind off of Danny and that kiss. You could also see a slight pink hue on his cheeks every time you glanced over at him.

~Timmity-time skip to after le party~

Walking in awkward silence to Danny's car, after the party was over, you made a small cough, causing Dan to look over at you. "So, uhm, what... what was that back there?" You motioned back at the house.

"Oh uh, I've just really wanted to do that for a while now," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, I certainly enjoyed it!" You giggled.

He slowly lifted his head, as if he didn't think he heard you correctly. Seeing as you were serious, he picked your giggling self up and spun you around. As he set you back on the ground, you jumped up and pecked his lips, teasing him. "C'mon Y/N," he pouted, "I don't get more for being a hero?"

"Mmmm, maybe later," you responded, skipping the rest of the way to Dan's car.

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Ok soooooooooo I have a little problem................I want more Daniel Avidan x reader stories but when I look it up I have read all the ones that have shown up on there and it is driving me a little crazy. Because the guy is so funny and cute and not to mention sexy as fuck(like why wouldn’t you write about him😫😫😫) and trust me if I could write well enough I would bang out stories about him left and right, but I don’t write well enough so I am going to leave it to the professionals. But yeah in conclusion people need to write stories about cause he is too sexy and cute not to.

P.S I hope that wasn’t to rude or comes of that I was just reliving some pent up emotions about not being able to read stories (x readers to be exact) about him.

Like look at this guy..............

[mellowsobri]

Requests

hi hi hi so this is going to be one of those posts that are updated from time to time.

!! this is long as fuck !!

Rules:

if you send in a request, be sure to at least briefly give a prompt. for example, if i get a request that says “draco x reader please” i will delete it. instead, consider asking “draco x reader where they (etc)” instead.

here are the general fandoms i accept requests for. bolding indicates i am currently enthusiastic about it which means it’ll most likely be released a lot sooner.

Harry Potter

Fantastic Beasts

Be More Chill

Dear Evan Hansen

Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things

It (2017)

Law and Order SVU

Mystic Messenger

Homestuck

Camp Camp

RPF (i will list them later)

here are some of the characters i write for. bolding indicates i am comfortable with my ability to write them / like writing them. italicizing indicates i am not fully comfortably in my ability to write them, but i will still try (might not be that great tho). an asterisk (*) indicates that they are definitely one of my all time favorite characters and i fucking love them.

(note: just because a specific character isn't listed doesn't mean i won't write for them)

Harry Potter  (Harry Potter)

*Ron Weasley  (Harry Potter)

Hermione Granger  (Harry Potter)

*Draco Malfoy  (Harry Potter)

*Neville Longbottom  (Harry Potter)

Fred Weasley  (Harry Potter)

George Weasley  (Harry Potter)

Oliver Wood  (Harry Potter)

Cedric Diggory  (Harry Potter)

Sirius Black  (Harry Potter)

Remus Lupin  (Harry Potter)

James Potter  (Harry Potter)

Newt Scamander  (Fantastic Beasts)

Tina Goldstien  (Fantastic Beasts)

Queenie Goldstien  (Fantastic Beasts)

Jacob Kowalski  (Fantastic Beasts)

*Credence Barebone  (Fantastic Beasts)

Jeremey Heere  (Be More Chill)

*Michael Mell  (Be More Chill)

Rich Goranski  (Be More Chill)

Jake Dillinger  (Be More Chill)

Christine Canigula  (Be More Chill)

*Brooke Lohst  (Be More Chill)

Chloe Valentine  (Be More Chill)

Evan Hansen  (Dear Evan Hansen)

Jared Kleinman  (Dear Evan Hansen)

Connor Murphy  (Dear Evan Hansen)

Alexander Hamilton  (Alexander Hamilton)

John Laurens  (Alexander Hamilton)

Marquis De Lafayette  (Alexander Hamilton)

Hercules Mulligan  (Alexander Hamilton)

Thomas Jefferson  (Alexander Hamilton)

James Madison  (Alexander Hamilton)

Aaron Burr  (Alexander Hamilton)

George Washington  (Alexander Hamilton)

*Charles Lee  (Alexander Hamilton)

Phillip Hamilton  (Alexander Hamilton)

Angelica Schuyler  (Alexander Hamilton)

Eliza Schuyler  (Alexander Hamilton)

Peggy Schuyler  (Alexander Hamilton)

Will Byers  (Stranger Things)

Mike Wheeler  (Stranger Things)

*Dustin Henderson  (Stranger Things)

Lucas Sinclair  (Stranger Things)

Eleven/Jane Hopper  (Stranger Things)

Max Mayfield  (Stranger Things)

Steve Harrington  (Stranger Things)

Billy Hargrove  (Stranger Things)

Johathan Byers  (Stranger Things)

Billy Denbrough  (It 2017)

Ben Hanscom  (It 2017)

*Stan Uris  (It 2017)

*Richie Toizer  (It 2017)

Eddie Kaspbrack  (It 2017)

Mike Hanlon  (It 2017)

*Beverly Marsh  (It 2017)

(i’m not writing for pennywise)

Sonny Carisi (SVU)

Rafael Barba (SVU)

707/Saeyoung Choi  (Mystic Messenger) 

Jumin Han  (Mystic Messenger) 

*Yoosung Kim  (Mystic Messenger) 

*Zen/Ryu  (Mystic Messenger) 

Jahee Kang  (Mystic Messenger) 

Unknown/Saeran Choi  (Mystic Messenger) 

V  (Mystic Messenger) 

Aradia Medigo  (Homestuck) 

*Tavros Nitram  (Homestuck) 

Sollux Captor  (Homestuck) 

Karkat Vantas  (Homestuck) 

*Nepeta Leijon  (Homestuck) 

Kanaya Maryam  (Homestuck) 

Terezi Pyrope  (Homestuck) 

Vriska Serket  (Homestuck) 

*Equius Zahhak  (Homestuck) 

Gamzee Makara  (Homestuck) 

*Eridan Ampora  (Homestuck) 

*Feferi Peixes  (Homestuck) 

*John Egbert  (Homestuck) 

Rose Lalonde  (Homestuck) 

Dave Strider  (Homestuck) 

Jade Harley  (Homestuck) 

Jane Crocker  (Homestuck) 

*Roxy Lalonde  (Homestuck) 

Dirk Strider  (Homestuck) 

Jake English  (Homestuck) 

David  (Camp Camp)

Gwen  (Camp Camp)

Daniel Howell  (RPF)

Phil Lester  (RPF)

Mark Fischbach  (RPF)

Dan Avidan  (RPF)

Lin Manuel Miranda  (RPF)

Anthony Ramos  (RPF)

Daveed Diggs  (RPF)

Oak Onaodowan  (RPF)

Jon Rua  (RPF)

here are some AU’s/Tropes/Soulmate AU’s that i enjoy writing (which means you should definitely consider requesting a character with these)

Modern AU’s

High School AU’s (to soothe the fact that real high school is shitty)

Fairytale AU’s

“We we're accidentally college roommates” Trope

“We met at a coffee shop” Trope

“Unrequited love” Trope

“I caught you cheating” Trope

“The hot new student” Trope

“Our friends have to set us up because we’re too scared to talk to each other” Trope

“Our friends intentionally flirted with you so I’d tell you my feelings” Trope

“You're my childhood friend that got hot” Trope

“Whatever your soulmate writes on themselves it appears on your arm as well” Soulmate AU

“Tally mark” AU

“Meeting your soulmate in your dreams” AU

“If you throw a paper plane it will always make it to your soulmate” AU

“The pain you feel, your soulmate can also feel” AU

“You can communicate with your soulmate in your head” AU

“Your chest glows whenever your soulmate gets closer” AU

“Plants grow from the injuries your soulmate has” AU

thanks. this was long. send in requests.

[phoenix-stfu-blog]

Neutral

Title? Neutral Chaptered? sADLY NO Gendered? it's female at first Word Count? i dIDNT CHECK FEEL FREE TO YELL AT ME Fandom? Game Grumps Danny x agender!reader You stare yourself down in the dirty, gloomy mirror. The mirror that mocks you everyday. 'You will always be one gender. ALWAYS. There are only two. There's no in between.' People may say you're crazy, for saying a mirror teases you. You can't deny it though. You grabbed an old, baggy, and torn up ninja sex party shirt. You decided on that, since no one special was supposed to be coming over. You threw on some light grey sweats, and strolled downstairs to make some coffee. You decided since today was somewhat of a free day for you, that you'd just try to explore the lgbtq+ community a little more. You went on multiple lgbtq tumblr blogs, and decided to send in an ask on one of them. You slid the anon option on, because you didn't need anybody knowing this was you. You'd began typing when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Well, shit. "Hello?" You yelled from your crease on the sofa. You heard a faint "Yellow!" You then instantly knew who it was. Arin fucking Hanson. You told him the door was unlocked, so he commenced to waltz into your home like it was his. He perched onto the sofa, then grabbed the remote. "Uh, Arin if you don't mind me asking, what the ever loving fuck are you doing here?" You said in a lightly joking manner. He replied with a shrug, you know that usually meant he was bored and had nothing to do or no one to see. Either those or everyone was busy and you were the last choice. You excused yourself to the bathroom, but you hadn't realized you left the computer on the lgbtq blog. Arin, being the snoopy bastard he is, decided to read what you'd already wrote. 'Hello, i was wondering if there was a term for not feeling feminine or masculine, but more on the lines of neutral? I've been confused lately. I didn't know if this was a thin' That was all you'd written before Arin busted through the door. Arin was staring at the screen with his jaw slightly hanging open, before you walked in the room. "Arin! Did you read that?" You were worried what the answer was. He probably did. "Erm, yeah. i did read it. Sorry (y/n), I didn't want to invade but.." Arin's words slid out of his lips, but you couldn't focus. Your thoughts quickly invaded your mind. 'He thinks your disgusting. He'll leave you alone. Get away from him. He's going to hurt you-' You were snapped out of your trance with Arin placing his hand on your shoulder. "y/n, it's okay. It's not weird at all. I'm not going to hurt you either," You wondered how he knew what you thought about. "You were thinking out loud. I heard what you said." Arin kept saying how you need to send in the ask, since he didn't know any terms for it either. As soon as 10 minutes later, your question was answered. 'Hi There anon! The term for not feeling any gender is agender. The pronouns for agender is (they/them). An example- "That's theirs!" "They don't need it." "That's them over there." remember! this doesn't need to be rushed! Take your time :) xx Hope this helped! -H' So that was it. You're agender. Finally, you'd found something that fit you. After 3 years of feeling like this, you've found yourself. Arin finally spoke up, and said "So, agender huh?" You glanced over at Arin and nodded. This was you now. Your hair is already a medium/long length, but you'd always wanted it short. "Arin, could we.. go out today and do some stuff?.. Like.. go get new clothes for me? Maybe even a binder! Cut my hair! This is gonna be great!" Arin looked at you with caring eyes, knowing you were passionate about this. "I guess we can, but maybe a binder and new clothes later. How about just a haircut first?" You were already so ecstatic, finally you'd look like yourself, and be confident. About 30 minutes later, you and Arin drove up to his hair salon. The first person that walked up to you guys glanced over at Arin, then retorted, "The usual, Hanson?" Arin shook his head, then pointed at you. "They need a gender neutral haircut. Something short, whatever they'd want." The stylist lead you to a chair, and started conversation with you. They had a gender neutral cut as well, they seemed friendly. "So, what are you trying to go for, just a change in styles? peer pressure from friends?" You nodded when they said a change in styles. Arin waited across the room, in a somewhat comfy-looking chair. One shampooing, condition, color, and haircut later, you were done. Your hair was swooped to the center, with shorter sides. The top was also dyed a gradient blue. You slowly walked up to Arin, pushing your blue hair out of your face. You were so in love with your hair, you wanted it like this forever. Arin stared at you in awe, knowing this was just the start of a total change. You weren't exactly ready to come out to all the grumps, knowing this was the first time you'd be meeting a couple of them. Like you'd already met Suzy, Brian and Kevin. You've yet to meet Ross, Barry, Danny, and Holly. Arin got in the car, then drove you to the Grumps' place. "Yo! We're here. Also, is there anything that you'd like me to call you besides (y/n)?" You thought a bit, you hadn't thought of that yet. "Maybe Rain? That was always a child nickname of mine. Just for now though." You were given that nickname, because your parents found your love for rain intriguing. You'd always want to out and play in the rain, or just stare out the window during a thunderstorm. You and Arin strolled into the Grumps', and everyone was in their separate stations. Danny on the couch, Ross, Kevin and Barry editing, then Holly and Suzy chatting on a beanbag chair. "We're back guys!" Danny shot up from the couch, eager to meet you. "Hi, (y/n)! Awesome to actually meet you." He stuck out his hand, then you two shook hands. "Hi, Danny. good to actually meet you." You said in a monotone voice. You didn't like him saying your other name. Arin and Danny invited you to sit in the recording area, just for a while to sit and talk. Danny brought up the topic of childhood pasts. You'd never liked the topic. "So, (y/n), where'd you grow up?" Danny asked you. "(y/h/t)." He knew you sounded a bit peeved, so he asked Arin to leave so he could talk to you alone. "(y/n), can we talk for a second?" You nodded and shrugged. You refused to speak, because of the use of your birth name. You cringed everytime you heard it. "Danny, i don't like you using my name." Dan looked as puzzled he possibly could. "What do you mean by that? Is there a nickname i should call you?" You nodded, "Call me Rain, please. It's- It's a childhood nickname of mine." Danny smiled that award winning smile of his and nodded. "Any reason why you don't like people saying your real name?" You grinned, "Yeah, only Arin knows, but you're about to know. I'm agender, that means i don't classify as masculine or feminine. I'm neutral. You know like, the pronouns 'her' and 'him'?" Danny gave a loving nod. "I don't use those, i use 'them'. Like you'd say, 'That's theirs.' Do you.. Do you get it?" Danny looked in your (e/c) eyes. "Yeah, i think so. Like, you.. classify as neutral. Right?" You nod, glad he understands. "Yeah, i do. Thanks for understanding Danny. You're awesome." "You're even better, Rain." He leaned in, and gave you a warm hug. Suddenly, Arin walks in. "Looks like Rain met Sunshine, huh? I ship it." Then, you see Brian outside the window taking pictures and flicking you two off. Casual Brian.

[munsonmuses]

Keep an eye out, 80’s Dan is about to be done nerds…

[munsonmuses]

Decaf Date Night (Dan Avidan x Reader)

This is the second part to Warm Cup of Comfort, it’s proceeding date night between reader and Dan.

The Reader is still gender neutral, that isn’t going to change.

Warnings: Still none, we’re still in that fluffy portion

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It was days before Dan reached out again, following up on the proposition for a date between the two of you. It being a pretty poor string of texts from Daniel, attempting to reach out.

‘Hey! It’s Dan! Well, obviously it’s me!’

‘I was thinking of that date? How about Saturday at seven? I know your store closes at six, so I’ll pick you up from there? Unless you wanna meet up at the restaurant? Or maybe, we could do a movie?’

It was obvious he was a little dusty in the dating department, but you found it endearing at how he was trying to be so kind, and forward. It was more than most would approach with, so it was already a step in the right direction.

When it slowed down the message popped back into your mind, carefully picking up the phone and tentatively replying to Dan.

‘We can meet here, I think it’ll be easier. Plus carpooling is eco friendly. I know a couple spots for a light dinner?’

You carefully exhaled as you set down the phone in the pocket of your apron, looking up as the bell at the door jingled. Dan entering with his coworker that you’d met a few times. Carefully wracking your brain to remember his name.

“Adrian…right?” You asked as he carefully adjusted to the incorrect name, looking you over as he laughed lightly.

“No im Arin. A-R-I-N.” He clarified as you nodded, before looking up at Dan carefully, who’s eyes were trained on you before looking away when he felt his staring had grown inappropriately long.

“I’m sorry, I’ve only met you like twice. I promise to remember.” You assured before carefully gathering up two reusable to go cups, Arin watching before looking past you into the kitchen, eyebrows up carefully

“So do you have any coworkers? I only see you back there?” He asked as you laughed lightly.

“There’s Cora, she handles inventory in the back. And there’s Michael, they handle the cleanup up front. I make and serve the coffees, teas, pastries or anything else. And then there’s of course our mascot.” You gestured to the fat cat that lazily watched the two men before rolling onto her back as you smiled.

“So can I get you anything specific?” You prompted as he scratched at his neck, scanning the chalkboard menus while you worked on Dan’s coffee, Dan watching closely as you smiled at him carefully, a bit endearing wasn’t it? How willing he was to learn about your process?

Arin stirred you out of your little coffee related contemplation as you carefully took his order. “Just the sandwich Arin?” You asked as he nodded curtly, pulling out his wallet carefully, only to earn a dismissive hand. “Friends and family don’t pay.” You assured as he quirked a brow

“Then how do you make money? If you’re giving food and drinks away? It’s kind of a flawed business practice.” He commented as you slid Dan his coffee.

“I mean. You’re not wrong. But I make enough business daily, and it’s a sandwich a day that’s like, four dollars? That’s not gonna throw a wrench in my work.” You carefully cut the roll in half, slathering it with butter and carefully adding on the toppings, popping it in the oven.

“So uh, I don’t know if you got my test…” Dan started as Arin peered at him from the corner of his eyes as you carefully cleaned up the workspace.

“I got your text Daniel.” You assured as he laughed softly.

“Okay good, cool, perfect-“ the oven squeaking cut off what would’ve been essentially just word vomit from the man. Taking out the sandwich and wrapping it up, stamping on a small sticker and handing it off.

“See you Saturday.” Dan smiled before leaving

And Saturday couldn’t come soon enough

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Carefully adjusting your turtlenecks collar, you scoffed lightly at the way the fabric just wouldn’t sit right. Tucked into long loose pants with a thick belt holding it together as your coworker, Cora gently smacked your shoulder.

‘You look fine, stop futzing or you’re gonna be unhappy all night!’ She signed as you laughed softly.

‘It’s my first date in like six months, I’m gonna be a little nervous.’ You signed back as you carefully adjusted the collar again, nodding in approval at the sight before hearing a soft rapping at the glass door outside. Checking your watch before receiving a text

‘Let me in please? Its me knocking.’ Your watch read as you smiled at the notification, carefully grabbing your jacket and sliding it on.

‘You’re sure you can handle the store while I’m gone? if you need me to reschedule I can!’ You signed as Cora dismissed you with a wave of hee hand as you nodded lightly.

Heading to the door to see Dan in another Rush shirt, covered by a white leather jacket with black stripes, niceish jeans and some high tops as you let him in. Carefully fixing a hair that had made its way into his face.

“Are you ready to go? You also look great.” He commented as you smiled, doing a little spin.

“I know, it’s a great ensemble.” You joked, earning a smile from the man. It was wolf, his his whole face lit up whenever he smiled. How his lips stretched and eyes creased, nose crinkling.

“And yes, I’m ready. Did you pick from the places I sent?” You asked as he nodded carefully.

“I picked Maggie’s. It’s like casual eating and I don’t wanna go too fancy.” He assured as you pat his arm.

“Good pick, let’s head out.” You took his arm, leaving with the bell chiming behind you both. Ringing with newfound opportunity.

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After a long car ride of discussing music, work and hobbies, you arrived at the small restaurant. It was homely, and a small business much like your own, good to know Dan valued a community.

Heading inside and getting seated in a corner table, Dan carefully looked around, aimlessly adjusting his silverware. His eyes clearly showing his stress. He was trying so hard to find the right words. You’d just have to help him a little.

“So, Dan, Daniel? I’m gonna stick with Dan. I want to know more about you than your coffee orders and great music taste.”

His shoulders seemed to relax as he carefully disclosed what he’d wanted you to know. He’d been making music since 2002, he was an older brother, he was from New Jersey, he’d been growing his hair out for so long that cutting it seemed pointless, and more.

And although a mundane conversation, he seemed so genuinely happy to share. You were also so happy to listen, learn about him. It was also apparent he was so eager to talk to someone that didn’t see him as just an Internet personality.

Going to reply, you were cut off by the waitress who smiled down at you both. Taking orders as you smiled back at Dan and handed off your menus.

“I don’t eat red meat, so this was a good choice.” You praised as he lit up. “Neither do I! It just doesn’t agree with my stomach at all.” He explained as you nodded, enjoying listening. Maybe people mostly talked at him, or just heard rather than listening to him, so it was clear he just loved being able to talk about himself. An excitement so visible in his eyes.

“That’s enough about me though, tell me about you more please? Besides what I already know?” He pleaded as you obliged.

The conversation flowed like water over smooth stones, and the food came before you’d even realized how long you’d been talking. Continuing through the meal with idle but eager conversation as people funneled out of the restaurant, after awhile you two being the only two there.

“So let me get this straight…” you laughed through your words, “youre on a video game show, but you don’t play them? You just commentate? And people love that?” You asked as he laughed along, leaning to the side.

“People just love hearing me talk I guess.” He shrugged as you smiled, tentatively brushing his knuckles with your own on the table.

“I can see why, I’ve loved hearing you talk this whole date.” You praised as he sat up straighter, sheepishly rubbing his neck.

Looking around, you’d realized how late you’d both stayed as you both pulled out your walkers, a silent stare down as he slid his card out, eyes on you as you did the same, your waitress walking over as you both held out your cards. The woman a bit startled, but taking yours as you laughed loudly at Dan’s defeated disposition.

“Okay but next time? It’s on me.” He said firmly as your cheeks bloomed pink. There was going to be a next time.

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Dropping you off at your car, he carefully shoved his hands in his pockets, biting his lip. “I’ll text you, or call you I guess? But, I’d like to do this again.” He insisted as you nodded eagerly.

“I’ll see you next Saturday, same time.” He insisted as you grinned. “Next Saturday.” You assured as he leaned down, pressing a tentative kiss to your cheek before heading to his car.

Oh Saturday wouldn’t come fast enough.

[munsonmuses]

Okay okay!!!

I know I’d said it was almost done, and the first chapter is almost done of 80’s! Dan! X GN! Reader!!! But I need YOUR HELP

Please darling :”(

[munsonmuses]

For all my lovelies, my ducklings! The coffee shop series has come to a close!!! But!!! I’ll be writing an 80’s AU, still maintaining a gender neutral reader of COURSE! Dan is still gonna be a musician but you’re meeting him when he’s starting to push to make it big!!! Y’all will love it!!!

[toxicknightaesthetics]

Just gonna share this masterpiece ❤️‍🔥

Warm Cup Of Comfort (Dan Avidan x Reader)

Hi my lovelies! So I’ve been writing on AO3, and thought I’d add a little bit of free writing here

About the fic: gender neutral reader, you’re a barista (because of Dan’s affinity for coffee), you’re in your mid twenties so it is an age gap relationship

Warnings: none that I know off

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Scrubbing the stubborn coffee rings off the pickup counter, you huffed, bracing yourself on the lip of the surface while scrubbing as hard as you possibly could, the ring soon coming up as you silently celebrated the defeat of the stain.

Working in a smaller coffee shop was fun, in Glendale. Had more liberty with coffee options and decor, even having a sweet little coffee shop cat who’d been rescued from the back alleyway that guests seemed to really enjoy.

Muffins padded over to you, squeaking with each step she took as you pet her gently, the senior cat loving the warmth provided to her by the adoring fans that were the coffee shop regulars.

Heading to the door and flipping the open sign over, fixing the bow you’d tied on your apron and sighing lightly as you got to work. Having regulars was convenient, meaning you could prep all their coffee at once and they’d come right on time.

The door squeaked as it opened, and there he was. A regular your become pretty fond of. He’d introduced himself as Danny, the first time you’d ever met him. And the next time, as Dan. With the year and a half he kept coming in, you learned about the life he led. He was a content creator, and a musician. He had a sweet dog named Camilla, and he had OCD that was a longtime leftover of an illness from when he was younger.

He took wide strides to the counter as he grinned to himself lightly. Carefully pulling out his wallet as you shook your head, dismissing him lightly and nodding.

“No Daniel, you’re not paying for this. You always pay and tip a ridiculous amount and it’s insane. I mean, I don’t know how much you get paid, for the YouTube work and the music, but I do know that you’re overly generous.” You explained

And Dan just smiled, a warm smile that was kinda lopsided, the wrinkles in his face moving with it to show that his genuine joy had simply shaped and changed how he looked.

“I mean you work hard, and you make what I like, and you bake that cool bread that’s all spongy and I can dip it in my coffee,” he explained as he hummed lightly to himself. Carefully taking his coffee and his milk bread. He was gentle with it, as if he’d squish the slice into a little ball of bread if he was too rough.

You shrugged softly as you paid for it yourself, carefully giving him the coffee for his coworker as you ring it up, the register making a loud ding as Muffins raced over and you laughed, watching as she leapt on top of the counter to greet Daniel. Who’d become fond of the cat as he laughed softly, setting everything down to pet her.

“Have you ever noticed, how you take care of people so often? Like this cat was living outside. And you make sure you’ve got the right orders, and that you’ve got a friendly environment for everyone to enjoy. I’ve seen you bake extra to take to that shelter up the block,” he rubbed behind muffins ears, before looking you in the eyes. “You’re a good person…” he said softly, almost as if it were some secret only the two of you should know.

He slowly opened his wallet again as you went to stop him, him laughing as he scooted himself away a bit before shoving a wad of paper inside your tip jar as you sighed lightly.

Dan carefully picked up his coffees and snacks before heading out with a soft hum and nodding lightly.

You pulled the wad out of the tip jar as you carefully smoothed it out. His phone number written down with ‘call me?’ Scrawled messily under it.

For the first time, this was a tip you really did want.

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Towards the end of your shift, you carefully flipped the chairs up and onto the tables, making sure that it didn’t thud too hard. Not wanting to damage any of the kitschy decor you’d carefully accumulated over the years.

Hearing the front door squeak open, you turned around carefully. “Welcome in! How can I help-…you?” You smiled up at him, as he sheepishly padded in, carrying a plastic to-go bag, a slight sheen of moisture on the plastic as he set it on the counter.

“I was waiting for you to text or call, then I realized you were probably working. Which then led me to realize you probably hadn’t eaten or drank anything that wasn’t coffee so I thought I’d bring you dinner?” He rubbed the back of his neck carefully as you smiled lightly, undoing your apron and flipping the closed sign over as you nodded.

“And I got like a little side of uh, tuna? In a can, from a store nearby for muffins, thought he’d appreciate it?” He was pink in the face, it was apparent he was trying really hard.

“I’m sure SHE would appreciate those, it’s like a sweet meal for her.” You promised as you carefully took the tin from the bag and opened it carefully. The large cat shooting up from the cat bed in the corner and rapidly racing over to take it as she basically shoved her face into the cab.

Dan watched with a smile, petting her back as he sighed lightly. “She’s kind of a fat cat you know?” He observed as you scoffed lightly, putting the foods onto plates from the counter as you set them on a table in the corner that you hadn’t put the chairs back up on just yet, Dan following quietly.

“I’ve been flirting for the past six months,” he confessed as he slowly sat down, his legs barely fit under the table as you laughed softly.

“No, you’re kidding! I’ve been trying to hint at you for like six months, i doodled hearts on your cup!” You commented as he laughed loudly, throwing his head back and leaning. It was cute, how he let his joy move his body in any way that it saw fit. “I thought that was like, just a special cup, I guess? I dunno all your to go cups have cute designs so I just assumed?” He explained through his fit of giggles, which was pretty amusing as you picked through your pasta carefully, humming lightly to yourself.

“I just, I thought you weren’t interested.” He explained as you shook your head. “I mean I’m in my forties, it might’ve come off as creepy…” he whispered as you gently smacked his shoulder.

“I think you’re great Daniel, I thought you’d turned me down because I was too young!” You confessed as he shook his head lightly.

“Funny thing is, communist saying ‘do you wanna go on a date with me’ would’ve fixed all of that.” He lamented as you smiled, taking his hand from across the table.

“Hey Daniel, mister dark roast with dairy free creamer and light sugar? Would you go on a date with me?”