#literally op was like look at this cute doodle

[little-pondhead]

“Hey Danny, whatcha doing?” Jazz slunk into the kitchen, hang gripping an ecto-gun as her eyes darted from place to place.

Her brother, Danny, was standing at the counter next to a cutting board. “Oh, some food prep.” He shrugged, and sliced into the tofu block in front of him once again. The small, high pitched screams of the tofu split into even tinnier screams, which grated on Danny’s sensitive ears. Every time he cut the tofu into chunks, the screams would multiply, just like the scream cheese from Vlad’s favorite movie-Hotel Transylvania.

Jazz hummed, dropping low to the ground as the fruit bowl rushed her. She made precise shots to each sentient piece of food, making them drop to the floor instantly. Little spears whittled from toothpicks were stuck everywhere. Danny slammed a small paring knife into the core of a runaway apple sprinting across his cutting board before taking a huge bite and continuing his work. His sister started delicately picking up the fruit from the floor, frowning at the almost brown bananas.

“What are you making? And do you know if mom has plans for these?” She asked, holding up the bananas.

Danny slid the tofu out of the way and began chopping some green onions. “Oh, I’m just trying this new recipe Sam sent me. Don’t tell Tucker, but she got me hooked on this fried tofu dish so now I’m trying a soup thing. And no, I don’t think mom even knows we have bananas.”

“Well guess I’m making banana bread.” The two siblings moved around the kitchen in harmony, humming to the shitty radio on the table and going about their business. It was ten at night, their parents were gone for the weekend, and it was the perfect time to get some cooking projects out of the way. After all, if they didn’t learn how to cook, the Fentons would be stuck eating takeout for the rest of their lives. And while Jazz was better at baking, Danny had been getting the hang of cooking more complicated dishes with the help of his friends. It was nice, and the pair loved their kitchen time together.

“Can you hand me the rice noodles?”

“Yeah, but pass me the salt by your hand.”

“Ope, there we go.” Jazz opened the fridge to grab the eggs, dodging the roast chicken trying to defend its unborn. “So we have any walnuts?”

“Nah, we’re out.” Danny shook his head. “We have chocolate chips, but I don’t know if mom is using those for the next fudge batch.”

The cry of a carrot was suddenly cut off. “You ever wonder why the fudge is the only thing that has never come to life?” She wondered aloud.

“Nope!” Danny’s food prep was done, and most of the ingredients had stopped wiggling their protests. (Except the tofu.) With swift movements, Danny unscrewed the cap of his spare Fenton thermos and dropped a bit of everything in one by one. Uncooked rice noodles, miso paste and veggie base, soy sauce, cabbage, carrots, green onions, and tofu. He portioned out a decent amount into the thermos, and the rest was split between three clean mason jars he had off to the side.

As a finishing touch, he screwed on all the caps and slapped some pre-made stickers onto each container. The stickers had neon green writing and simply said ‘Good Soup.’ Jazz stopped sifting the flour and shot Danny a quizzical look.

“Sam has been watching a bunch of food videos lately.” He explained. “She follows this dietitian named Kylie, who does this mason jar noodle thing as a quick meal option during work. I don’t really get it, but Sam swears by the noodle jar, so now I’m gonna try it.”

Jazz smiled. The new school year had started, and with it came a new fervor from Sam about the group’s unhealthy eating habits. She’s been bugging the two boys for weeks about their junk food intake, and it seemed like Danny was taking to it better than Tucker. “Well, I didn’t see you put any grass in there, so I hope it tastes good.” Jazz glanced down at her bowl, still mid-sift. Her eyes widened. “Shit, how many cups was this?”

———

Later that week, Danny Fenton was spotted shoving a few blob ghosts into his thermos. A few students watched as he finally got them in, screwed on the cap, and shook vigorously like he was trying to play the worlds worst Macarena song. After a moment, he unscrewed the cap, plucked a plastic fork off his friend’s tray, stabbed the now-living noodles rising from the thermos, and slurped them down. Neon green broth and all.

“Did. Did he just…?” Kwan glanced at Dash.

The football player shook his head. “Nope, not today. Not doing this today. Let’s go, Kwan.” The pair took their lunch trays outside to sit on a bench, hoping to enjoy the sunshine.

“EAT METAL, BANANA-HEAD!” Jazz Fenton slammed open the school doors before sprinting past the jocks and wielding a gun. A loaf of bread was scurrying away ahead of her and leaving trails of crumbs all over the hallways. As her red hair disappeared around the corner, the mashed potatoes from both lunch trays suddenly began to shake and rise. The mere presence of a Fenton tended to bring food to life sometimes-they were that ecto-contaminated. Potatoes especially, for some reason.

“Fucking hell.” Dash hissed. He scooped up the living potatoes with his spoon and flung it into a trash can. “This is why I bully her brother.”

good soup

[cookie-crumblr]

The smell of smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 1~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part: 1 2

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, reader in a skirt, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, ), BULLYING, non con touching-shoving stuff like that, non con exhibitionism, burning, hand gag, non con oral on m!, severe violence against reader, non con foreign object use in vagina, SA by ml!, sadism

“Ooof!” the wind is all knocked from your lungs as you slam yourself into something solid right outside your dorm room door.

“Want sum bitch!?” A tall, strawberry blonde guy shouts as he shoves you away from him.

Your poor body slams into a wall, you squint at the pain and at the same time a lewd warmth starts to seep between your legs.

A fist punches the wall above your head causing your eyes to shoot open.

“hah, this bitch thinks she’s cute or sumthin’” His other hand roughly pulls your skirt up by the hem, showing your little-white-ribbon-having panties to all his friends.

They laugh and leer at you.

“Oh, what’s this,” His fingers roughly press under your hood, “She’s fucking wet, what a slut. Trynna look all innocent an shit” he spits.

In one blink he’s roughly assaulting you, the next he’s leaving with his friends laughing about you on the way.

You fix your clothes as you stare after them and try to calm your racing heart.

At least you won’t see him again…

You make it to your class only a minute late, and find a seat open in the back.

While you doodle puppies in the margins instead of taking notes, that same guy slams down a book on the table next to you.

You glance up to his chilling smile, “Listen bitch, I know you want this,” He grabs his crotch, “but I’m not fuckin’ interested, gotit? so move.”

“Th-there aren’t a-any seats op-” you peep before being cut off-

“Not my problem.” He sits and leans back, his ankle crossing his knee.

From a pocket somewhere he pulls a pack of cigarettes, and sparks one, his curious and agitated eyes not leaving yours.

The professor walks in at the same moment “Ezra, put it out.” he says without even turning to look.

In that moment his big hand covers your entire mouth forcefully, his lips come close to your ear, “Don’t scream, or else,”

As you grunt out in confusion and reach up to try and pry off his hand, you feel the searing hot pain of him putting out his cig on your thigh.

The pain is white hot, searing and blinding.

Your scream is muffled by his hand, and tears prick at your eyes.

Nobody even turns to look.

You claw at his hand.

His breath tickles your neck, “I said~ Don’t. Fucking. Scream.”

Goosebumps prickle all over your flesh.

“Now yer gonna get it, bitch” he nips at your ear while his finger trails your jaw. A shiver ripples through you.

For just a second too long he gazes into your eyes, your heart beats thunder in your ears.

You’re a frozen deer staring into the headlights of your doom.

Ezra moves a hand to your throat and tightly squeezes. You strain to breathe and fail to notice him opening his pants.

he shoves your face down into his lap.

For a second you can breathe and you gasp, trying to take in any air at all, and instead getting a throat full of dick.

“Mmmf!!!!!” Your throat contracts painfully.

He pushes his hips up and your head down further so that your nose presses against his thigh.

You can’t breathe at all!

He knows it and rotates his hips, grinding into your face harder before he pulls you off of him enough to get some air finally.

That doesn’t last long before you’re shoved back down.

It feels as though he doesn’t even want to come. He’s literally just holding you there to torture you.

You get only the air he allows you.

Tears roll helplessly down your face, mixing with snot and saliva alike.

This lasts the entire class period. Him keeping your puffy lips pressed against his body, and only giving you air when you’re just about to black out.

It didn’t take long for you to just give up the fight entirely.

He finally lifts you off, his still rock hard dick bobs as you leave it, before standing straight back up.

He lets you drop onto your desk.

You let out a shaking groan, while you catch your breath.

“Not gonna give anything t’a bitch like you,” he stands to leave and spits onto your back.

You run from the room, to the relative safety of the laboratories.

In the reflection you inspect your bloodshot eyes, and the red spots on your face from the oxygen deprivation.

Remarkably, you make your next class on time.

Though, your heart pounds, terrified of the possibility that he could just walk through these doors too.

Thankfully, he doesn’t.

The rest off the day passes without incident but the memory stains you. It keeps flashing through your head. you keep sighing deeply, the air you’re getting not feeling like enough.

You’re zoned out while you walk to your dorm room, not even feeling happy to finally be so close to your bed, so close to salvation…

Everything good left in the world is torn from your reality completely, and utterly when your book bound arms slowly bump into the back of someone once again.

You know who it is before you even focus your eyes…

Your body shakes violently as you begin to sob again.

“You just don’ fuckin’ learn, do you, bitch?”

“What’s this chick’s problem?”

“Yeah, she obsessed with you or sumthin’?”

“Dunno. wha’ d’ya say? Ya obsessed with me, slut?” his head tilts as he smirks.

You continue to cry and sob louder and louder.

“The fuck? We’re talkin’ t’ya, bitch,” his smirk morphs into a snarl.

“I-I-I’m s-sorryyyyyy” you stumble over your words as you choke over your tears.

“Did I ask fur a fuckin’ apology?” He grips your hair and slams your head into a cement brick wall.

“Ahh haaaaa!!! Noo!! P-leaseeee!! Nno!” You plead desperately while you try and weakly push your body away from the wall, blood pours from your forehead into your eyes. The blood burns and makes you squint, your vision blurred and crimson.

He pulls you up to his slightly tilted face by your scalp, “Choose your next words carefully, bitch” his breath tickles your lips.

“S-s—sorr-yyyy” you don’t know what you did to deserve this. You don’t know what he wants from you. and you honestly don’t know what is going to happen now.

“This your room?” he uses your jaw to spin your head painfully around, “Get her fucking keys.”

His friends surround you both as hands grope you and fondle areas that definitely don’t have pockets until the jingle of metals can be heard.

You’re still sobbing and his hand is still grasping a fist full of your locks.

The one with the keys unlocks the door, and you all flood into the room, Ezra forcing you forward.

Your roommate wakes up from her nap in shock, “Wh-what’s going on!?”

“Get ‘er out.” He commands his friends, as he throws you onto your bed. “Somebody get this bitch’s clothes off. Now”

“Y/N!!!! Y/N, Oh my gods—Stop!!!!” Your roommate screams as the force the door into her face.

His eyes scan the room as he lights up another cigarette. He finds the first thing he can shove into your vagina, and grabs it.

You’ve been kicking and pleading for them to stop as they stripped you. “hold her down.” he says, and they do.

Whether you’re lucky or unlucky is up to you, as he holds up a wooden handled broom from the corner before snapping it in half.

“N-no!”

He throws the half with the sweeper away and comes at you with the other.

“Which end bitch?” he holds the thing up for you to see.

“ROUND!” Your brain at least works when it desperately needed to.

“Glad you’re finally fucking getting it,” The broom handle still struggles to go in despite how wet you are.

He shoves past where your body wants it to stop.

He shoves it in and out of you while his friends hold your limbs spread apart.

He pinches and slaps your clit, bruising your mound.

Your body convulses as you cum, Ezra shoves it in as hard as he can before backing up and pulling out his phone.

His friends continue to hold you as he snaps a few pictures of your body, with your pussy exposed, and a broken handle sticking out of you.

You twitch in their final grasps, before Ezra flicks his still lit cigarette at you, and they let go.

He practically rips the door off the hinges and he ducks to leave.

Your roommate rushes in after they’re gone and calls an ambulance for you.

[bellamby]

I saw Transformers One. I am so normal about it (SPOILERS AHEAD)

(Some OC doodles to hide the spoilers! If you have a cool name for her, lemme know ^^)

Honest Review: 9/10

I went in with high expectations and I was not disappointed. The best summary I can think of is that this movie is truly a love letter to the fans.

I could rant for days, but I'm gonna break it down into sections so I don't talk myself in circles ^^

Story:

The story focusing on how the war began was such a good move on the writers' part! It showed a version of Cybertron that I haven't really seen in other Transformers films, and the setting was incredibly explored.

When it comes to the origins of Cybertron and the whole "Primus/Unicron" battle, I think it was well explained considering the limited time they have in the movie.

Overall, a well-paced and actually interesting NON-HUMAN-FOCUSED story, but I will agree with others that I just wish the movie had more time to explain some things. That's basically my only complaint: the movie wasn't long enough 😭

Art:

The animation style is gorgeous, and really takes inspiration from that Retro/VHS style and colours and merges them with a shiny modern look. It took a good chunk of inspiration from the 80s vibes and I think that really showed how much care was put into it.

When it comes to the designs, I freaking LOVE the way we see them level up throughout the movie!

Characters:

Orion Pax/OP = I loved him. I will love him in every continuity, but this one especially, showing him with all his flaws and then how he rises above them for what he believes. His relationship with D-16 was so well built up, and to see it torn down so harshly as the movie went on was the level of brutal I was expecting.

The scene where he finally gets the Matrix of Leadership was SO well done. My hype for Solus Prime will never die.

D-16 = He needs a hug so badly. He's the classic tale of "Never meet your heroes". To see him shift from "I made peace with my misery, why did you have to ruin it?" To "I'm going to destroy the people who made me this way" was such a painful thing to watch. But I can't even be mad because this is literally what Megatron's whole story is about.

His origin will almost always come from a point of seeing injustice and wanting to rise against it, and they showed the lengths he'd go to really well here.

Elita One = MY QUEEN. I will follow this woman into battle any day of the week (and so would Shockwave). I feel like there was a point where she was mainly just regarded as "Orion/Optimus' GF", but they really separated her from that stereotype in this. She's not just "pink Orion Pax", she's a character in her own right.

Seeing Orion have to earn her respect helped show just why the two hold each other in high regard. I hope we get to see more of her as a Commander in the sequel!

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE = MY PRECIOUS BOY. Okay, there was a point in the trailer where I was really worried he was going to just be the comic relief character who makes a joke every time something serious is happening, but instead he's an awkward bot who means well. He doesn't always get it right, but he also doesn't actively mess things up for the group.

Bumblebee's wholesomeness was so well captured especially the part where he's like "Orion Orion! Watch me cut these guys in half!" While the guys in question are literally running away in fear. He's so cute, I can't. I am going to fight D-16 if he's actually the one who tears out his voicebox, I swear to Primus.

Can you tell who my favourite is? ^^

Favourite details:

- Starscream's high-pitched voice origin. The second he started sounding like that I was like "OHHHHH, MEGS DID THAT?!?!"

- "I'm...speechless" BEEEEE STAAAAWWP

- Alpha Trion's "ROAR" era.

- Sentinel's Death. I love that we can get away with gore in PG films when it comes to robots. Man literally got snapped in half like a KitKat, and the age rating people were like "...yeah, 5-year-olds can watch this"

- Origins of the Decepticon symbol being from Megatronus. Before, I just headcanonned Megs sitting over a desk with several balled up bits of paper trying to come up with a super cool symbol to show his Ex that he'd moved on (he hasn't)

- Chromia's little moment of rage when she won the Iacon 5000. Not enough people talk about Chromia, but I love how Ironhide matches her wild, slightly-unhinged energy.

Conclusion: Hasbro, more movie, please

I NEED to know where this goes. This movie is such a fresh change of pace from all the hesitation and back and forth in recent years. There have been so many different series and continuities starting up that it seems Hasbro is unsure of which one will stick, but this is my plea to them:

YOU HAVE STRUCK ENERGON, HERE, DO NOT WASTE IT

We're getting a sequel either way, but it's up to Hasbro whether that's written by them or by a hero on AO3 or Fanfiction.net

Thank you for coming to my TED talk. I have several nights of crying to do now.

[jacenotjason]

How would the opposite neighborhood react to seeing their original selfs?

i wanna draw this, but im gonna jot my thoughts down real quick!!

(Here’s the AU masterpost!)

Also doodles!!

They try their best to find something they have in common. I feel like OG Eddie is way to nice to be scared or like grossed out by Opposite, he’d just feel a little bad and wanna be his friend.

They talk about Frank, they have that in common. Like:

OG: …uhm.. arts and crafts?

OP: I’m not five? What about sports?

OG: I can’t follow along with all that..

OP: eugh… mm…

OG: …

OP: ..Frank?

OG: Frank!!

OP: Frank!

Oh they would hate each other. OG would be trying to be nice and then Opposite would insult his business model, and then they fight. I lowkey wanna see these two brawl, I think opposite would kick OGs ass no offense.

OP: *looking around OGs store* Where’s your price tags? The unlabeled scam is scummy, even for me.

OG: Hm? Oh, buddy, I don’t charge money for my products!

OP: … What?

OG: Yah! I prefer accepting other meanings of payment! Things much more valuable then money, friend!

OP: … That’s dumb.

OG: 🙂 what.

Then they BRAWL!! Ok probably not OG howdy probably doesn’t resort to violence. But a lot of insults are thrown back n forth hueurheye-

I honestly think they’d love each other. OP is basically Franny, and OG is OP.Franny they’d literally just:

OG&OP, at the same time: You look like my sister!!

Plus they both love fashion, and hair, and makeup, and Sally- ohmygod theyd be the best of friends i cant even theyd be so girlboss together

OG teaches her some games, and then OP teaches her some girlboss survival skills. Before they leave, OP gives her a pink sparkly pocket knife to remember her by :3

Yknow that fancy rich ppl thing ppl do where they kiss each others cheek? They do that

OG: My dear! Won’t you let me in? I’m you, you can trust me!

OP: what in gods name makes you think I trust myself..?

OG: We are one in the same, starlight! I am you, you are me! A mirrored doppelgänger of your own image! I don’t look to harm you, starlight! Put aside your distrust.. for yourself?

OP: haha… okay, shakesqueer…

Then OP lets her in :3

I have lots of thoughts about these two hanging out. OG makes her a new outfit after judging her gross clothes, lightheartedly ofc and OP is like “haha yeah its gross” and OP gets a cute dress! OP absolutely shocks and destroys OG in video games, they dance together, and they talk about Julie huehuehuehue

WAHHH THESE TWO! I honestly feel like theyd get along, but have little bickering about their different mothering styles.

OG: a.. punk mother? Interesting..

OP: whaat? My kids are all party animals, just like me! I can’t contain that.

OG: haha that’s fair.. I guess.. but.. partying? Thats so… much..

OP: …dude unclench your beak and live a little.

Someone calls OP Ma and OG is like “Ma? Thats so sweet.. i wish my neighbors called me mom :>..”

OG: a dog wearin’ pants? That ain’t right.

OP: aah.. it’s just.. to walk around half naked, is that not discomfiting?

OG: Discomfiting?? Thats a big ol’ word for a big ol’ dog.

OP: Ahaha… I’ve got a bit of a considerable vocabulary.

OG: you got a word-a-day calendar or somethin?

I feel like they’d be friends? Maybe?? OG kinda pokes fun at OP and OP is like “I’m talking to my opposite self :) dimension plane is real :) ain’t that wild :)”

OG: …

OP: .. :3

OG: …I have questions

OP: :D

OG: why the turtleneck?

OP: its like a shirt is giving my neck a hug! :D

OG: …ok. Why the hair?

OP: fluffy! :D

OG: no why is it white?

OP: I bleached it :D

OG: why?

OP: preti :D

[squeiky]

More Metaos interactions (Metal Sonic x Chaos0 )

I like to think that when Chaos is more "solid" hes just very squishy, like jello and Metal likes to poke and prod him because the squishyness is so amusing to it. (If Chaos is annoyed he just puts his weight on Metal like those cats in funny videos who just sit on the other cats and turns them into a pillow cushion for a few minutes)

Also this is just a continuation of the top one, as i think Metal Sonic gives really quick, rapid "pecks on the cheek" juxtasposed to Chaos's more slower, big ol' wet smackers.

I had a scene in my fanfic, where they were dancing. I wanted to think of what they would wear, so i made some outifts for them.

+obligatory metal sonic photo op (more designs) because of course its going to have 100+ outfits because why not?!

Cant help the fact i cannot unsee Chaos as the yippie autism creature. Also metal sonic, by default, is autistic to me. No reason, it just is.

Also theyre both trans in a weird, very strange way. (I say this cause by default chaos are kinda.. genderless? And sexless?? So i like to think that Chaos is just the "one with blue hair and pronouns" type thing going on because im pretty sure Tikal just wipped out the "he" and i like to think Chaos just went with it. )

(they are yuri to me.)

Small little comic strip below the cut:

Btw, "Talon" is the nickname Chaos gave to Metal Sonic. It combines the "Tal" in "meTAL" and "on" in "sONic". Its because Metal Sonic reminds Chaos of a bird, and its hands are sharp like a bird's claws or "talons".

On a personal note, i dont like writing just "Metal" as metal sonic isnt just a peice of "metal" but nor is it just "Sonic". Metal Sonic is its name, because it is its own individual being. Thus, a shortend version would incoorperate both sides of its name, hence "Talon".

(Plus they hold hands a lot, so it makes sense Chaos would notice. Also, i doubt Chaos is incredibly familar with the innerworkings of robots or machines, so the closest comparision is a bird.)

(In that case, Chaos's nickname would probably be something cute. Though i haven't thought of one yet.)

(P.S. it meant eat as in literally eat. Consume. Devour. Dine on. Chew. Yknow, that kind. Thats why this is funny to me.)

(P.P.S. this is a continuation of my headcannon that chao (and by proxy, Chaos), "eat" the animal freinds and gain their abilities. Chaos and Metal are very alike in this sense as they both "copy" others "biodata" and apply it to themselves (think Chaos turning into a frog bcs he swallowed Froggy), the only difference is that while Chaos "eats" them to gain their ability and looks, Metal sonic does not. )

Bonus zoomins of my favorite doodles:

[blubushie]

DO YOU HAVE ANY FAVOURITE POKEMON

I adore poison and ghost types ! Ghost types are so pretty to me, Im currently working on a 5 ft painting sprite thing of cofagrigus so i can put it on my wall

My childhood favourite Pokémon were Rapidash and Totodile. I've got an affection for grass types, dragon types, but mostly ghost types!

Now?

Well, lemme check the Pokédex, er...

Vulpix and Ninetales, but Alolan. I fucking love the Alolan variants of these two and Alolan Vulpix was the first Pokémon I ever traded for. You're going to notice that I have an affinity for mainly white or mainly black Pokémon.

Diglett

Rapidash. I don't care for Galarian Rapidash, but I'll gladly take a shiny Galarian! (Or a shiny normal...)

Ditto. I know it's only really useful for breeding but it just looks so stupid that I can't help but love it.

Mew. Mew is my bb and I actually made one for my ex-boyfriend as a teen out of those beads that melt together.

Totodile. Also my bb!

Wooper and Quagsire. I love Quag's expression, I love Wooper's playfulness.

Gardevoir (shiny)

Milotic (love the colours)

Sawsbuck. Their antlers change with the seasons and I think that's neat (spring form is my favourite because I love cherry blossoms)

Sylveon. Listen, I'm an artist. I love colours and how they compliment each other. And I love Sylveon's colour composition and how much the baby blue compliments the rose pink. 10/10 design. I had a shiny Sylveon in Moon.

Xerneas. I have a distinct memory of walking into an EB Games when I was maybe 12 and seeing the ads for Pokémon X and Y and I immediately gravitated toward X because I just really like deer and think weaponised bone cancer (antlers) is fucking amazing. Deer Pokémon? Sign me up. (On that note, I think that X is actually the first Pokémon gen I actually saw advertised... I didn't go out to town enough.)

Rowlet. Oh my god Rowlet my bb. Evolves into Decidueye and if you think I DIDN'T pick the grass/ghost edgy hooded owl sniper for a starter in Moon you are dead wrong.

Salazzle. I had this girl on my team--a shiny, cuz I love shinies--in Moon (and continued with that lineup in Sword & Shield).

Mimikyu. Lemme tell you how much I fucking love Mimikyu ok? I really love Mimikyu. I used to doodle Mimikyu. I have a keychain of Mimikyu somewhere (got for free when I bought cards). The poor bastard is scared to death of people and when it finally shows its face it wears a mask so you don't see its true colours. I love this thing. Me as a Pokémon. I'd break the no-hug rule for this little cunt cuz he really needs a hug. Do I know what's under the disguise? No. Do I care? No. He's perfect the way he is. Had one on my team and love him forever and ever mwah

Guzzlord, and literally only because of his voice in the Japanese dub of the show.

Sobble because of his fucking :0 facial expression. That's me 80% of my day.

Corviknight. Looks cool. Also I have a soft spot for corvids (especially jays and ravens).

Zacian. Again, colour composition, much like Sylveon. Also, doggo. Also Crowned Sword Zacian is OP as fuuuuuck.

Spectrier. Right now she's probably my favourite Pokémon.

Sprigatito. She's just that cute.

Shroodle. Cuz of them fuckin' eyes.

Espathra. I can trick my heart into thinking it's inspired by an emu instead of an ostrich...

Wiglett, cuz it reminds me of garden eels.

Whatever the fuck is going on with the Paradox Pokémon in Gen 9. Walking Wake, Iron Valiant, and Miraidon are my favourites of this group.

[luv-esabella]

Ahhh!! I love this so much 🥰🌻✨

My submission for the @thedjwifizine which I had the honor of joining!  There’s a ton of wonderful submissions for you all to look through, totally free! You can download it from one of the links here!! 

[nerdybluephoenix]

I saw other writers do something similiar. Here's an index for those of you following me for short stories. I'm giving simple descriptions since titles alone wouldn't help most of these

They're not in any particular order.

Updated: October 18th, 2023. Not all my comics are on this yet.

//free icons//

Stabby, ufo, and haso planet

//Text//

Aliens are Not a Deer - uncanny valley story

Horrible Earth Creature - Aliens travel a long distance with a friend

You, Humanity - your species, your rules

Planet Crossing - 1904 Olympics was just so fun the first time. Prompt answer

Plastic Lizards - Humans share a traditional holiday

Why Aliens Hate Smiles - fake analysis on the human smile

Mushrooms - quite literally the title. An alien learns about mushrooms in general

Space Lottery - humans travel through space then reflect on their collective guilt as a whole

Funky Post About Water Bears - Alien rescuers investigate a crash site for the survivors

I Read Plane as Planet - Humans eat something they shouldn't

Service Dogs - Alien meets a service dog. Prompt answer

And They'll React... - Aliens and Autism. Prompt answer

True Center of the Universe - Egotistical alien feels no existential crisis. I'm not op

Humans and Spiders - Sometimes aliens look similar to Earth creatures. What bad luck

Gen Z - Aliens learn of how generations think they're superior to other generations.

Surveys - Human emotions aren't permanent

Cold - Alien meets one of Those Guys who never feel cold. Prompt answer

Red - Color looks different to different species. Sometimes the difference is more extreme

Dietary Lack of Restrictions - humans can eat nearly anything

Rain - Human inconveniences that they are used to is considered hazardous to others.

//Comics//

Notes on a Weird Travel Companion (remastered) - Originally titled "A Few Ways Humans are Weird"

The Human Smile (remastered) - Fake analysis to inform aliens

The Human Smile (original) - like above, but worse

Getting along - my ocs argue

Scary Movies - younger humans watch a movie. Prompt answer

Old Joke - my ocs play a prank

In My Nature - my ocs face a dilemma they both fail

Language - while I experiment with my comic style, my ocs argue

Addressing the Humans - fan comic for a cute post. I'm not op

Meaning of Everything - my alien oc read a human book about space

I'm not Touching You - fan comic for a cute post. Also my first comic of my ocs

A Few Ways Humans are Weird - incomplete comic I gave up on. Remastered version at top

Retired Roomba - two panel fan comic of the beloved mascot

Crewmate Dynamics - doodles of how my crew feels towards one another

Sibling Rivalry - two panels showing a brother and sister getting older + extra art of my oc

Sleepy Evek - My oc falls asleep at the wheel after parking the ship, and other oc finds them there

Drunk Constance - my oc drinks, then probably should go to bed

Art Collection - Experimental art of my ocs being themselves

[zuzuslastbraincell]

Ty Lee or the Duke, whichever you prefer (or even a combo of the two) for the headcanon ask

I don’t have any thoughts about the Duke so I’m going to go for five more Ty Lee headcanons.

I feel like Ty Lee’s feelings for Azula and Mai go in different directions across the series.

1. For Azula: I imagine she starts out super close to Azula and Azula’s favourite and she likes that because she’s been picked first for once and just goes along with everything because she’s been chosen and feels special. But it becomes more difficult, especially as Azula begins catching feelings for her childhood friend, and Ty Lee feels like she has to accommodate those feelings without really having the space to process exactly how she feels about Azula - because I imagine she doesn’t really know? There’s too many pressures on her to really parse it. And then Azula pressures her into joining her for her Avatar Hunt, and Azula’s gotten worse and it all feels wrong now and what could-have-been has become something she’s not comfortable with and she’s walking a tightrope the whole time. (Maybe in another universe where Azula wasn’t the princess she might feel the same, but I think in another universe their friendship would be entirely different.)

2. For Mai: Meanwhile, I imagine Ty Lee always thought Mai was beautiful (and maybe had an initial infatuation with, a little) but a bit cold, at first, and very much saw Mai as someone who turned her nose down at her at first, and Ty Lee resented that, but because she was Azula’s chosen as well, they ended up trying to get along, and had a slightly rocky start to their relationship at first. I really like the idea that they didn’t quite understand each other at first but actually only got really close during their time Avatar Hunting, and began to understand each other’s way of being, their outlook, I think Mai realised Ty Lee was in some ways as cynical as her, and began to understand each other’s language, so to speak. I like to imagine Ty Lee ended up staying at Mai’s while in the Caldera during the first half of S3 because she didn’t want to go home, and by the end of the series was the person she was closest to. If they’d been thrown in the same prisons I imagine they would have finished up as partners, maybe (dependent on Mai and Zuko really). Although, honestly, I like the tension of Mai and Ty Lee as ‘we could have dated but we never did for various circumstance reasons and now our lives are in completely different places’.

Basically, I love the messiness of a situation where Azula has a big crush on Ty Lee, Ty Lee has a slight crush on Mai, and Mai has a maybe imagined crush on either Azula or Zuko (and perhaps she herself is not sure which - and it might be because she’s expected to crush that she does, I like the idea that expectations and actual desires have become muddied somewhat for Mai). Each crush is different in nature (I like the idea of Ty Lee always liking Mai but thinking Mai never would consider it / care / ever like her, and just dismisses the idea, so when they become close during Avatar Hunting it’s too good to be true (for a lot of reasons) and Ty Lee is like ‘well Azula likes me so I can’t be too close with you’ and it’s MESSY.  

3. Ty Lee puts stickers on literally everything you can imagine because she can. She likes to collect cute sets of stickers but also weird sets of stickers and put things with clashing styles and colours together. I can also see Ty Lee as someone who does her own unique nail art on each finger, with little glittery stickers or different shades of nail polish in patterns, but either ends up biting them short out of nervousness or else clips half of them short so she can do gymnastics and art and whatever other hands-on things she does with her hands, so she definitely does not have the classic rich bitch nails look that Azula and Mai have.

4. Ty Lee customises her Kyoshi Uniform. She likes to collect and decorate her hair ribbons so they’re unique, and often likes to put flowers into her pocket (which leads to a trend of girls trying to date her giving her lots of different unique flowers haha). She also wears pink sneakers underneath her Kyoshi Warrior uniform. Of course it’s short enough that you can see her pink shoes but does she care? Absolutely not. I also think Ty Lee likes to doodle on her shoes with metallic markers and each shoe does not match. She’s known as a little bit of an oddball and an eccentric but she’s very much loved for it.

5. Okay this is silly but you know the dance arcade game Dance Dance Revolution? Ty Lee absolutely kills at that game. Like, ‘could plausibly go to tournaments and win’ level of good. I think it actually frustrates Azula how good she is at the game - she often tries to compete with Ty Lee (and Ty Lee actually has to play worse for it to be competitive, which just irritates Azula further).

(For the record: Mai refuses to play, she thinks it’s lame. Zuko also refuses to play at first because he thinks it’s too girly, but is pressured into playing it and he’s actually really good? Not Ty Lee level of good, but like, surprisingly decent. He does well in co-op with Ty Lee actually - and Ty Lee actually enjoys playing co-op with him - although they only do that when Azula wasn’t around, because the last time she convinced Zuko to play DDR while Azula was there the two siblings ended up playing several rounds of hotly competitive versus which Azula only really won by throwing Zuko off his game by making comments and goading him and trying to get him to lose his temper and it lead to the machine almost getting destroyed.

Ty Lee also introduces the game to Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors and they have a great time. Suki replaces Zuko as Ty Lee’s favourite co-op partner after that even though Suki isn’t initially as good - she learns to get better though :).)

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H2O Vanoss: Merman

Final one! Okay, so this is my OTP and this idea actually was my LEAST favorite at first, but now? Now I love it. ugh, I’m a mess. Please enjoy this monster of a HeadCanon! ^.^

H2OVanoss Merman

Basis: Evan is a merman prince of an undersea kingdom, Del is a struggling artist who is in desperate need of a beach vacation according to his friend Luke.

IDEAS (...Basically just a story)

The story starts when Evan is about to assume the reign of his kingdom, as a sign of his coming of age on his 25th birthday. During the banquet just before the coronation, one of his advisors gives him a drink poisoned with human blood, known to mermaid’s as “The Loner’s Curse.” 

The poison weakens him to be stronger than humans but weaker than mermaids, and also turns him human. The advisor and some of his henchman subdue him and end up stranding Evan on shore, tying him to a post so he’ll drown when the tide comes in.

Instead, Delirious finds him while finding a morning surf shore that he and Luke had taken for the summer while Luke took over his uncle’s beach house and surf shop (with Delirious assisting him.) Evan is almost drowning when Delirious spots him, so once Delirious unties him he’s stuck dragging an unconscious Evan back to the beach house, where Luke and Del get him cleaned up. 

Luke berates Del about not dragging dead people into the house again as they’re doing this.

When Evan wakes up, he’s stuck as a human and has to find a way to reverse the poison that’s still in his system and get back to his kingdom and save it. He keeps track of the poison by looking at his veins in the moonlight, and where his veins glow is where the poison has reached. 

If the poison reaches his heart, he’ll literally drown in human blood and die. Thankfully, he has Delirious to help him, and Luke when he’s not managing the shop.

Not that any of them have ANY idea what they’re doing.

In the process of searching for a cure, there’s really cute moments! Evan hates being human (walking, the increased metabolism/need for sleep, basically everything to do with a human body) until he eats pizza for the first time. He’s literally addicted to the pizza from Panda’s Pizza Parlor, which has the best pizza on the coast. 

He also likes Panda, who can always tell exactly what kind of pizza he wants with a single glance (he does this with all his customers, and gives Evan an anchovy special each time he walks in, heavy on the fish.) 

Delirious absolutely refuses to try it, no matter how much Evan tries to get him to eat it (“They’ve still got their eyes, Evan! I can’t eat no fish eyes, they’re still looking at me an- and making me feel bad!”)

Evan is NOT used to wearing clothes and keeps “losing” them. The number of times that Delirious has turned around to/walking in on/returned to a shirtless or entirely naked Evan most definitely contributes to his attraction to the merman prince and his extreme embarrassment. 

Evan only really likes this one shark tooth necklace that Delirious bought for Evan, as it helps him to comfort him when there are too many people around.

Evan can’t be left alone in the house because he breaks SO MUCH STUFF. Luke has had to replace most minor appliances and is very tempted to “take a gutting knife to the damn fish already and have some peace again.”

Fire at the beach: Del teaches Vanoss how to dance for the first time, super intimate and romantic. 

Girls flirting with Evan at the surf shop annoys Delirious to the point of “accidentally” knocking a soda onto the girls and making them leave.

Luke is torn between snickering and groaning at the loss of profit

Del comes into Evan’s room in the middle of night because he’s crying in pain from the poison

This starts the tradition of then sleeping next to each other every night (despite Luke teasing Del every morning)

Del asks Evan about merepeople’s sexuality and kinda discovers Evan’s into men over women

Del teaches Evan how to surf (and fails miserably). 

They almost kiss for the first time before a wave pushes them away from each other and ruins the moment

Evan stumbles in on Delirious trying to draw in the window seat of the beach house, but from the crumpled up drawings and broken pencils, it’s obvious he’s not having any luck. Evan doesn’t know the first thing about art, but he likes to watch Delirious draw, and is genuinely interested in how he makes drawings and why he chooses certain styles or lines for parts of the picture. 

Del is a bit nervous talking about it at first, but as he answers Evan’s questions, he relaxes. By the time the questions are done, Del’s drawn a picture without even really realizing what he was doing. 

It ends up being a picture of Evan from the waist up, and Delirious ends up asking about what Evan looks like as a mermaid (the color of his scales, his tail length, etc). He draws Evan’s full form from the answers, and Evan is bittersweet looking at the picture of what he may never be again. But he asks if he can keep the picture, which Del lets him, worried when Evan leaves the room that he’s made a mistake drawing it.

One day when Evan is suuuuper stressed after a lead on the cure goes bust (their informant cancels on them), Delirious takes him to a carnival to cheer up. Evan’s instantly taken in by the sounds and colors, which nearly overwhelm him until Delirious grabs his hand and shows him how fun everything can be. 

Evan decides that cotton candy is the absolute best, candy apples are from hell (“Delirious, get this stupid thing off my face!” as the caramel adheres to his cheek), and he’s NOT a fan of heights. But he’s watched a lot of romantic movies with Luke over the past two weeks, and he knows that Ferris wheels are a romantic thing that people do. And he’s… kinda into Delirious, so he wants to go on it despite his fear of heights, insisting that his shaking knees and sweaty palms are from the poison (“Evan, that doesn’t make me feel better!”) 

Delirious pretends that he’s scared of heights to keep Evan from going on it, and they end up going on one of those little helicopter rides instead that go up and down in a circle, and Evan absolutely loves it.

When they get back home, Evan is left alone with Luke while Delirious grabs all the prizes they won from Evan being OP at carnival games. Luke asks if Delirious “made a move on you” on the Ferris wheel, as it’s his favorite ride. This leaves Evan confused, telling Luke that he was scared of it, but the Southerner is stubborn in his insistence that the wheel is his favorite “fucking stupid ride.” 

When Delirious comes back, he confesses that he does love the Ferris wheel, but also says that the carnival was supposed to be for Evan, to make him feel better, and Delirious would rather have fun with Evan than make him go on a ride he’s terrified of.

Essentially, it’s their first date, and it goes very, very well.

Luke: “Man, if all I had to do was convince you it was a date to stay off that ride, we’d be on our tenth anniversary by now!” and that’s what makes them realize it’s a date

However, there’s still angst… because now they realize that even if they can cure Evan, he’ll turn back into a mermaid and have to choose between his kingdom and Delirious. 

Evan starts to pull away from Delirious as a result of this realization, not wanting to hurt him with his eventual departure. He can feel his soul missing Delirious, though. 

He ends up in this mental limbo over the choice between Delirious and his duty to his kingdom, and ends up stumbling across this tiny aquarium on the edge of town.

Evan finds comfort in the small aquarium’s ocean window, and he ends up going there often when he’s overwhelmed or down on himself over the course of the summer.

And eventually, it’s his last night alive, as he hasn’t found a cure.

Evan goes there on his last night alive, as he doesn’t want to die in front of Delirious or the ocean. 

He leaves a note explaining that he’s grateful to Delirious for everything he did. It’s a sweet goodbye, ending it with a wish that he could have told Delirious “how he felt.” He doesn’t think he’s ever going to have a chance to explain it.

He writes this note on the back of the drawing Del did for him, adding his own little mess of a doodle of Del swimming next to him as a merman.

It’s dark in the aquarium, as it’s closing time, and moonlight is streaming through the window where he’s sitting and his whole body save his upper chest lights up. The owner ends up sitting next to him, a man named Brian.

“I should have known you’re just like me. Focking’ Christ.” And then Brian leans over the table and kisses Evan.

Delirious runs in screaming for Evan, panicking over the note he found, to the sight of a very panicked and breathless Evan yanking free of Brian’s kiss, and he’s rightfully infuriated and confused at the both of them for everything that’s happening.

Brian reveals that he used to be a merman, but was poisoned on accident while trying to save a “kid” who fell over the edge of his father’s fishing boat and scratched up his hands trying to climb up. 

Brian ended up swallowing some of his blood and was turned into a human, but was saved by the guy’s father. 

Brian knows enough about mermaids to know that the cure to The Loner’s Curse is to “share air” with either a human or a mermaid, turning the afflicted into whichever species kisses them until they go into/leave the water. And the stronger the bond of affection between the two, the longer the curse will be gone for- but only true love’s kiss can truly “cure” it. So Brian bought Evan time, but can’t cure him.

Cue a frantic Delirious begging Evan to not die and not accept this. In his panic, Delirious asks Evan to kiss him, recounting their dates and intimate moments as reasons why it would work. Evan is scared to die, but is more terrified of kissing Delirious- because it’s a double-edged sword. 

If he kisses Delirious and goes to the water and becomes a merman, then he’ll have to leave Delirious behind forever. But if he doesn’t turn into a merman, it’ll mean Delirious doesn’t love him, and he’ll lose him anyways when he dies of the uncured curse. 

So Evan, almost-coronated prince of the undersea kingdom, does the mature thing and runs away. Again.

Delirious follows him to the beach, tackling him to the sand before he can reach the water. He’s crying, upset and in love with this stupid dying mer-prince, and when Evan tries to get away Delirious screams that he’s “in love with you, and I have to do this even though it’s gonna kill me to let you go. Cuz it’ll make you happy, and all I’ve ever wanted is that you’re happy!” 

And when Evan is too stunned to reply, Delirious kisses him.

As they kiss, Evan’s whole body glows in the moonlight, the poisonous curse fading from his body. They break apart to breathe, but just as they go to kiss again the first wave washes over Evan’s body as the tide rises, and he starts to turn back into a merman in Delirious’s arms. 

Evan starts to tell Delirious he loves him as well, but Delirious cuts him off, inconsolable as he realizes he can’t love Evan and have him. As he starts to walk away, Evan realizes Delirious looks like how he did when he first tried walking (wobbly and shaken), and also that this is the first time Delirious has ever really broken down in front of him.

Evan tries to call him back, but Delirious says that he’s got a kingdom to save, “and I’ve got another purpose to find.” 

And then Delirious is running away down the beach, along the shoreline towards his house, and Evan is frantically swimming after him through the shallows trying to get him to come back. 

The jetty wall stops him from following, and Delirious gives him one last look of love and pain before running back into his house and leaving Evan alone in the water.

Realizing that there’s nothing he can do, Evan goes back and saves his kingdom. It’s the least he owes Delirious and their lost love. He wins, but he’s still heartbroken.

Every day for a month, he goes to the beach to see if Delirious is there, but the man never appears. 

Luke does show up, though, and absolutely rips into Evan for hurting Delirious and breaking his heart. He tells Evan how Delirious won’t surf, won’t go out, won’t even draw anything, and that “I hope your goddamn kingdom was worth it.” He tells Evan to never come back so Delirious will “find someone who can stand on his own two fucking legs and who won’t run away.”

Evan decides he’s gonna break into Brian’s aquarium, following the half-wild fish in through the pipes and scaring the absolute fuck out of Brian one night. He begs Brian to tell him how he’s still alive, as he’s seen Brian go in deep water and not turn back into a mermaid. 

Brian tells him that the secret is to kiss the person whose blood he accidentally consumed (Evan yells at him for kissing a kid, but really the kid was a young adult whose father called him “kid” as long as Brian knew him. Brian and Brock are now happily married and Brian still teasingly calls him “kid” because his dad joked at their wedding that “the kid fell head over heels” for Brian.)

Which means that he has to drink Delirious’s blood and then kiss him and they can be happy! 

The only problem is convincing Delirious to do that, which is where Brian, always a sucker for a happy ending and NOT having mermaids in his aquarium, offers his services of sticking Evan into a tank with a tarp on top and driving over to Delirious’s house.

Brock walks in on Brian putting the tarp over the tank, takes two seconds to look at Brian’s guilty face and Evan’s panicked eyes, and just takes a sip of his coffee before saying “Babe, I’m not gonna ask any questions so long as you buy me clams tonight” and walking away. 

Brian mumbles “jokes on him, clams always makes the sex better later” and Evan’s like “please just drive me to Delirious and never talk to me about your sex life again.”

They drive to the house, and while Brian’s trying to pull Evan into the pool Luke walks out and gets suuuuuuuuper pissed at Evan for coming back. 

Brian’s like “you like him?” and Evan’s all “no no I like the guy who showed up last time!” (“Who’s this, then, his new boyfriend?” “I’m his best friend, you dipshit!”) and it’s all a mess that ends up waking Delirious up.

When he comes outside and sees Evan and is absolutely flabbergasted and excited and very, very cautious. Evan, being the great person he is with words, asks Delirious if he can have some blood and then kiss him (“What the fuck, Evan?” “So I can live with you!”) And Luke is like, super done and tells him to fuck off and not to use “my best friend- whose heart you broke by the way- as a fucking sacrifice for your bullshit mermaid things!” 

But when he tries to drag Delirious inside after telling Brian to go give him to Panda so he can be on one of those pizzas he liked so much, Delirious blurts out “why are you still wearing my necklace?”

Everything sort of pauses around the two of them as Evan tells him he’s still in love with him, that he hated every day he was gone but he had shit to take care of before he came back, and that even though he tried every day to find Delirious and say he was coming back he was never able to. And he ends his speech with 

“Delirious, if I was gonna break your heart, it was gonna be for a damn good reason, and I wasn’t gonna leave it broken if I could come back.”

At this point Delirious goes quiet, and then looks to Brian and asks if the same rules apply about the kiss and going back in the water. Brian tells him the truth, which is that Evan would be with him forever, as a human, unless they weren’t in love anymore in which case he’d stay a mermaid. 

Delirious then bites his own lip with enough force to make it bleed, which makes Evan panic a bit from the sight. But Delirious says he needs to do it to start the first part of the ceremony, because he’s still in love with Evan, and Luke is like “are you serious” and Brian’s like “are you sure? You can’t go back from this” and both Evan and Delirious are like “absolutely, yes.”

So they kiss, and Evan is getting poisoned by Delirious’s blood as he kisses him, and the whole thing is over in a literal flash as his body glows from the poison and is instantly cured.

Has legs! It worked! And now Delirious, who is laughing and crying in happiness, is hauling him out of the pool and it’s happy all around (except for Luke, who warns him to not touch a single goddamn thing in the house without someone watching him.)

And they lived happily ever after.

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 2~

Her Info: 🪓

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, bdsm, collar use, petnames for reader(good boy, bad boy), pet play, bondage, non con(reader goes along with it but doesn’t actually consent), Lucy has SH scars/wounds, overstim, multiple orgasms scissors ✂️ masochist reader

Anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Lucy passes you a folded pink piece of paper, her eyes locked onto the board as the professor is teaching.

You unfold it: ty <3

is all it says along with a ton of hearts doodled all over the stationary.

Your face feels hot. She sucked your dick and is now thanking you for it… What do you even think?

What are you supposed to think? or even feel?

~

You get up at the end of class to leave, but Lucy grabs the hem of your shirt. She looks zoned out, so you say, “Lucy?” to try and get her attention.

“Ope! sorry! um, C-can I c-come over, Y/N?”

You don’t see why not, you have nothing left to do today… “Sure!” you hate to fantasize already… But if she did that in public, imagine what she’ll do later.

The walk to your place is quick and easy, but Lucy stops you, her stomach growling loudly.

“You wanna get some food first? I don’t really have anything at home…” You tell her sheepishly.

She nods excitedly and grabs your hand. You don’t pull it away, and she tugs you along after her.

She’s grinning as she leads you, her hips swaying back and forth… You can’t help but stare just at her. Her skirt swishing over her—

Don’t keep staring at her ass.

DONT STARE AT HER ASS.

…

You’re staring at her ass.

You can’t help it, it’s mesmerizing. Her long orange hair is down right to her tailbone, adding to the allure. She has long white socks on that squish her thick thighs just below her skirt, the rims of the socks are frilly.

Lucy leads you to a cute tea cafe, the awning is pink and white, the inside is filled with regal looking chairs, the fancy ones with the carved wood along the backs. The upholstery is all pale pink velvet, and the tables instead of cloths have doilies and each table has a candle warmer for teapots.

She orders food from every section of the menu and you worry she’ll make you pay… Your heart pounds and you’re sweating bullets, there’s no way you can afford this much food! the worst part: the menu didn’t even have prices!

“I-um, I can pay, i-if that’s okay!” She looks away blushing. You remember that she’s a trust fund baby, and sigh in relief.

“Oh thank gods, Lucy, you just scared the shit outta me! hah!” You laugh.

“Really!?” Her eyes light up as if that’s a good thing, she looks excited.

All you can do is laugh a little.

When her food arrives all the platters take up the entire table and they have to bring a stand for the rest.

She eats really adorably, every bite she takes, she looks more and more excited, and each one is complemented by a cute “mm!” It’s infectious, and she shares her favorites, holding out her fork for you to take bites.

“Here! try this!” She holds her arm out to you, a powder sugar and fruit covered french toast bite. “And this one!” the food is still in your mouth when she hands you another bite of something, her eyes alight with joy, as you try to finish fast and accept the new bite.

She’s loving how obedient you’re being…

You have plenty of dishes to choose from, and she seems to hone in on the things you favor over the others, making sure you get the biggest portion of the things you like.

Once your both stuffed with possibly the best literal feast that you’ve had in months, she asks the waite staff for a bag to carry everything in. You never saw the receipt, and you’re happy not to.

“Do you normally do this kinda thing? with all the food?”

“Nope! hehe!” She giggles.

~

You fill your previously empty fridge with enough leftovers to eat for DAYS. and with real cafe food! not cheap ramen!! She made sure you’d be eating decently, rather than your typical cheap ramen.

“Hey Lu—” the second you turn away from the fridge she’s on you.

Lips crashing upon you, her body’s hot against yours. She’s grabbing at your hands and trying to pin them behind you. You aren’t fighting her. You feel her knee pressing against your bulge.

She bites your lip not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to send a pang of lovely pleasure through your bloodstream and into your growing member. You sigh into her mouth which she happily swallows up with a little moan.

She lets go of your hands but you keep them folded behind you, before you hear the sound of a jingling metal buckle.

She slips something thick around your neck and with a *clink* She pulls away, holding a leash that’s attached to your neck.

“Lu-Lucy! What is this??” You lift up a heavy, and very old looking ornate iron lock that’s connected to your collar.

You go to the bathroom and she follows you like an owner walking their dog. In the mirror you see that it’s a thick black leather, with a shiny rose gold buckle. “Lucy! Do you have the key?? G-Give it to me!” Your voice cracks, you didn’t agree to this!

“No can do~ Now be a good boy and get on the bed.”

You gulp as your dick twitches at her words… “Wh-what!?”

“I said: on the bed. Now, Y/N.”

You don’t know why, but you obey her, sitting on the edge of your mattress nervously.

“Good boy~,” she smiles and pats your head.

“Lucy-”

“Puppies don’t talk.”

“Wha-! Lucy I’m not—!!”

She yanks the leash wrapping the leather around and around her hand, and drags you back off the bed. The back of your neck burns as she does.

“Bad Boy.”

You swallow painfully and rub at your neck.

“Are you ready to be a good boy again now?”

You nod.

Lucy ties your leash around the leg of your bed, where you are, it’s taught so your only option is to get back on the bed, or stay on the wood floor. She pulls out a large pair of scissors, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new clothes Y/N!” her voice is chipper and it makes you more nervous.

She starts cutting off your clothes slowly, you feel the cool metal occasionally grazing you, and it makes you shudder.

You aren’t sure anymore how you got to this point.

Soon you’re in nothing but your underwear and she makes you get back on the bed. She retrieves another leather strip from her bag and returns to you, using it to tie your wrists together above your head.

“Such a good boy! I’m so proud of you!! And good boys get rewarded!” giddily she climbs over you on the bed, scissors back in hand.

*sniiiiiip*

Slowly, the last article of clothing is removed from you, and you’re left completely bare to her. It’s a little bit humiliating like this.

Her eyes are dark, not at all what you’re used to, yeah you’ve seen it before, but you never thought she’d be like this secretly!? But… Are you into it? Your dick is certainly saying you are. Wait… Didn’t you just read or watch something just like this?

Now that your cock is freed and cold, she gets over you and puts her hot, clothed pussy just against your head, you groan from the sudden shift in temperature, oh my gods, your dick wants to get inside and warm up so badly. It twitches under her. You’re eyes had closed and without you paying attention you hear the shears open again…

There’s no clothes left to cut—

“L-Lucy!?” The twin blades sit at the base of your cock, the metal presses up against your underside. “Lucy, please—”

“Be a good boy, and you won’t get hurt.”

“Lucy this isn’t funny!”

She presses the metal harder against you, indenting your sensitive skin. You struggle against the binds, but she tied them really tight!

“I’ll give you your reward still for being such a good boy today, and prove to you that you enjoy this.”

“Wha-” You start as she slips her panties out of the way and lowers herself, just your cock head entering her and that’s it. She holds herself there and struggles to breathe for a second, before shuddering over you.

You feel her pussy contracting trying to milk something that’s not even fully inside her yet. The scissors are still at your base otherwise you might’ve bucked up into her, but you remain laying still. She starts rotating her hips, teasing just your head longer. You whine and try to pull your wrists free, but they burn against the tightly wrapped leather.

She shimmies down a little at a time, gasping as she does, and once your fully inside her, she lifts her skirt for you to see her puffy blushing lips spread, and flat against your body. Your cock is swallowed up inside of her, it’s enough to— Wait, Her thighs, they’re covered in raised scars and pink bandages…

“Lucy…” You want to ask, or hug her… Or something. She reaches behind her and squeezes the scissors slightly pinching your cock’s skin, “Lucy!!” You gasp and this time, harshly buck up into her, knocking her around and she lets the scissors fall to the floor.

“Ahh!!” Her voice is strained, and your dick throbs inside her.

You take a breath, all the relief that instantly floods your body is so dizzying.

Her insides pulse around you, you know she’s cumming again, and you can’t take the sensation and cum yourself, thrusting your hips up as high as you can, “Ahhhhh!!!” She yells out as your load shoots deep inside of her.

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!! thankyouthankyouthankuouuuu!!!!” she moves her hips around as her insides keep milking you, driving you mad!

Your struggling against your bindings again whining and writhing as she continues to torture you. “Lucy!! Lucy!!” You beg but to her it sounds like a chant of praise.

She goes harder, lifting and dropping herself onto you. your body feels tired now. She leans back holding herself up with your legs and at this angle you can actually see the base of your somehow still hard cock stretching her open, she’s whimpering and you can feel that she’s about to come again.

The sweat slicked to your skin finally allows you to slip free from the strap around your wrist, your hands are burning and bruised, you sit up as far as the leash allows and grab onto her.

You push her down onto you and force yourself up as hard as you can. You cum together, and spend a while just catching your breath.

[marenwithanm]

What about a Ghost Shuichi au where he died before solving a case and he relied on Kaede, the only person that could see him, to help him solve this case?

GHOST ANGST YES!!!! Thank you so much for the suggestion!!!!!!

Here’s a doodle page

Close ups of the doodles and au explanation under the cut

Shuichi and his Uncle (Itsuki Saihara) were at a concert hall because Genocider Syo killed someone there.

Shuichi stumbles upon Genocider Syo killing someone but she’s hiding her identity so he doesn’t see her face. She takes the case file he’s carrying for his Uncle, and kills him.

Maybe she hides his body underneath the stage. The place gets shut down after the numerous murders, and Shuichi’s body doesn’t get found.

Years later Kaede tags along with her Uncle Byakuya to get the place up and running again. (He wants to own a fancy music hall cuz money) Kaede sees a piano and just HAS to play it

Kaede’s music brings Shuichi back from the dead. She plays Dance Macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns Op.40 which is about the devil bringing people back from the dead on halloween. (I’m very clever literally looked up ‘classical music about death’)

Kaede finds Shuichi while she’s wandering around, and he tells her that he’s looking for his Uncle. After he realizes that his Uncle isn’t there, they decide to see if he’s at the agency he works for.

She asks Byakuya if she can go with Shuchi to the detective agency. He mentions she’s getting too old of imaginary friends, but he waves her off and says she can go as long as she doesn’t bother anyone there, and is back within an hour.

She and Shuichi head over there, and they find his Uncle’s office. 

His uncle is inside, arguing with his boss over the phone about how he doesn’t do murder cases anymore.

Kaede knocks on his door, and he hangs up. She says that Shuichi wanted me to help him find you, and Shuichi walks in. His uncle asks if someone told her to come say that and she says no confusedly. His uncle gets mad at her and says this isn’t funny. Kaede is about to respond with he’s right here what you mean??? When shuichi tells he that he’s pretty sure he’s dead. 

She asks what he means and he repeats himself. Something like “I’m a ghost. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” She says but ghosts aren’t real! And he says well apparently they are. He says to tell his uncle [insert cute phrase they would always say to each other here] And his uncle starts to believe them a little bit. Shuichi says he wants to work on his murder case, and the case of Genocider Syo since that’s who killed him

Shuichi on the day he got killed. Idk why I decided on that jacket, but it looks fun. He’s much less insecure then in cannon, since the inciting incident hasn’t happened yet, and he’s younger then in canon.The hat’s his uncle’s.

Smiling ghost boy :)

Thinking boy

Yeah this is why ghost Shuichi always has his hat covering his eyes. :/

A BODY HAS BEEN DISCOVERED!

Kaede! Like Shuichi, she’s younger then in cannon. I haven't decided how young either of them are yet. 10 or above is what I’m thinking right now.

She just learned something.

Mmmmm dead body.

So yeah.

[sailor-cresselia]

Zi-O 38: The sun is a powerful thing

Here we go! Time to watch a show~!

Last time: Timeline snarls, the bad sort of Meteor, and worms. So many worms.

This time: … Hell bro’s if I know.

Spoilers for Zi-O 38 and Kabuto below the cut. Rest in piece, horizontal line - sections are divided by tildes now. ~

~

When last we saw our hero, he was Rocket Drilling a meteor into non-existence. And then the bigger one showed up. On the plus side, at least Sougo knows that “OH GOD THIS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO HIT THE EARTH.”

Also, apparently the Faiz Phone X works in space! Good to know!

~

Junichiro. That. Is not how you make emergency ration onigiri. You. You don’t need to include all the extras with them. Also, evacuate to where, exactly? It’s A METEOR.

Kudos for taking Woz’s comment about Sougo being in space in stride, though. (How much do you know, old man?!)

…Wait a minute. Does Junichiro not know Woz’s name? He didn’t use it when asking when Sougo was coming back.

Uncle, ffs. You’ve lost your name privileges again.

~

In the recap vault… Woz has what are presumably replicas of the three remaining watches – Drive, Kabuto, and Den-O.

(Why is Drive the last arc? Wouldn’t. Wouldn’t Den-O be more appropriate for the last Legend Rider? I mean, we’ve already gotten Yu Inaba back for the Brain special, so they could have filmed his section then, if he’s the guest appearance. But Den-O would just. Make more sense for the final watch, wouldn’t it?)

(wouldn’t it?)

~

We’ve got the Kabuto OP reference again! I really wish they had started using old musical cues sooner, as opposed to not doing so until Agito, because that would have helped make the earlier Legend arcs just a little better.

~

WOZ DID YOU DRAW THIS PLAN UP? This doodle is CUTE.

“Okay, so, you have a rocket, so get me into position, and I’ll use my Super Mode to blow up the asteroid.”

Sougo just. Goes with it. Doesn’t even ask if Woz’ll be okay. Can’t tell if that’s because he’s being dumb, if it’s because he’s preoccupied, or if it’s because he trusts that it’ll work out.

(Also, Woz having clearly made and eaten the ramen that the Hell brothers left behind with their ransom note is all sorts of hilarious.)

Sougo: “Wait, where’s Kagami?”

Woz: (shrug) “He might’ve been captured. Also, here’s this note we got from the edgelords.”

Note: (is a ransom letter)

Kagami: (IS VERY MUCH CAPTURED)

~

Geiz, no samehatting with the murdermen. Yaguruma’s “If it comes to it, I’ll be the one to take him down” is very different from your “If it comes to it, I’ll be the one to take him down.”

Also, good use of archival footage there.

Hey, does anyone know what Geiz’s ringtone is? It’s familiar, and I feel like it’s one of the belt jingles, but I can’t place it.

But anyway, Geiz hears that Kageyama’s done… something, and Yaguruma takes this opportunity to knock him down and zoom the heck out of there.

~

Cut to… oh. That’s. Fine. Kageyama has Arata chained to a post, with some suspicious piles of rocks placed nearby.

(That feel when Toei doesn’t quite hide the mortars for the explosions)

So… you guys are really just going to toss your space powers to the Worm, huh? That’s what we’re doin-

AHAHA YES

IT’S THE SUIKA SPRITE! I love that little guy’s machine gun. And then using the Search Hawk to cut the chains around Arata!

I like seeing the older gadgets and tech used again.

Also, RiderTime has decided that the jingle they’re going with for the Search Hawk is “This hawk can gawk,” which… Well, they’re not wrong!

Arata is loose, and goes straight into the cast-off version fo Gatack. Looks like he was going to go grab the watches using Clock Up, but Another Kabuto has other ideas.

He does not fair well at all, and is very quickly knocked out of this transformation.

~

At 9-to-5, we’ve got an after-fight debrief and patch-up session. Arata blames himself for not being good enough to stop the edgelord murdermen, but nobody else holds him to that.

I agree with Geiz, what are the Time Jackers thinking in contracting with this guy? I mean, not that Heure and Hora are usually thinking that far ahead in their choices, but I’d expect this one to be Swartz –

OH RIGHT. I just remembered that theory Miyuko and I came up with last week that the meteor – which is very, very red – is why 2068 is so messed up in the Oma Timeline. And since Swartz pretty clearly intends for Sougo to become Oma Zi-O…

Oh, and there’s a mention of Arata’s timeline and ‘our’ timeline getting ‘mixed up’, with a flashback to Tsukasa mentioning time and space getting distorted.

Keep in mind, Arata remembers Shibuya not exactly existing anymore, but it’s very much intact right now.

…Onore Time Travel.

~

AND IT TURNS OUT THAT HEURE IS JUST AS DISPLEASED WITH THE WHOLE METEOR THING AS THE GOOD GUYS!

“Making Hell on Earth is one thing, but we need to actually have an Earth, dude.”

Also, I love this? Heure pausing time in the rain – with a nice matching umbrella, too – is a good callback to not just the fact that TIME FREEZING IS OP, but also to Kabuto, what with the disrupting the raindrops as he moves. Which – oh man, it’s really cool to see that!

~

Heure is pissed to have to give the Fourze and Ginga watches back, but. Y’know. He’d rather not die to a giant meteor.

The thing is.

I don’t think that’s where Swartz is going with them.

~

Over to 2058, with Tsukuyomi and Tsukasa! Hooray! Lore time!

The very red 2058.

Seriously, that ‘worm meteor is what hecked up the lighting’ idea is looking more and more likely.

Looks like Tsukasa landed them outside where Tsukuyomi might have grown up. Aaaand has been cast as the chef.  

Tsukasa: “Eh. I’ve had weirder. I should tell you about the time I wound up being a salaryman the time I went to the world my husband came from. That sure was a day. And there was that time I was a head chef for BOARD. And the time I was a lawyer. And – okay, look, I have seen and done some things, kiddo.”

(My Decade watch is going well! The Kabuto arc was! Absolutely devastating! And so was Daiki’s!)

((I wonder what the odds are of the Den-O watch being as useless as the Den-O cards?))

So, once they reach the second story – a small girl in white starts questioning them.

A small girl in white, who looks an awful lot like Tsukuyomi.  

And is calling them ‘interveners’. I kind of think ‘meddler’ might be a better term here, but. Idk. She can tell they’ve traveled through time. And has an incredibly powerful Time Stop ability.

And calls a teenager in a black outfit her brother.  

An outfit that looks awfully familiar. Almost as if we’ve seen it before, in, say, 2009?

When they leave, and incidentally resume time, guess who’s coming up the stairs? Nah, not gonna make you guess, it’s our current Swartz. This is fine.

NOPE NEVER MIND THIS IS NOT FINE IN THE SLIGHTEST.

Swartz knocks Tsukasa into the yard – and that looked painful, Decade’s a veteran rider and he didn’t take that hit well – and…

Swartz… tosses the two stolen watches to Tsukuyomi, saying that without her power, they can’t stop the meteorite.

And that when hers and the god of times powers resonate, ‘a new era will arise’.  

RiderTime, I’m pretty sure he was just saying ‘king of time’, not ‘god’. But still. NOT GREAT STUFF GOING ON HERE.

Swartz what are you planning?

…

Well, at least he does not, in fact, want the meteorite to hit. Taking the watches to Tsukuyomi, as opposed to the boys, makes sure that they won’t try stopping it without her.

~

Tsukasa warps the two of them back to 2019, and OH RIGHT. They left WELL before the HUGE meteorite showed it’s ‘face’.

RUN TSUKUYOMI, RUN!

…

And. Oh.

HUH.

Tsukasa think’s he’s got what’s going on with her.

And Swartz isn’t quite certain that she’s his little sister.

Implying that his little sister disappeared, and he only suspects that she’s Tsukuyomi.

oh no.

~

And here we have Arata getting incredibly down on himself, for not having been Kabuto, for having never beaten Souji. Sougo, sweet boy that he is, asks him to protect people for him when he becomes King.

Of course, the intent was to reassure Arata, but, well. Even Souji never went the ‘king’ route, so laughter is what ensues.

~

Now, to a random rooftop, where Geiz and Woz are fighting against Another Kabuto and Punchhopper. …in their base forms.

Come on, guys. Really?

Well, at least the matched attacks knocked everyone out of their transformations, not just the good guys.

And here, some more exposition from Worm!Kageyama. Because he is a Worm, don’t forget that – and there’s a whole bunch more of them on the meteorite.

The others show up with the watches, and Sougo asks Arata if he can entrust the fight on the ground to him.

Arata: “Of course! My king!”

LIKE HE LITERALLY SAYS “OU-SAMA.”

THIS IS WHERE DEALING WITH SOUJI TENDO GETS YOU.

HE’S FINE WITH GOING WITH SOUGO’S ECCENTRICITIES.

Arata, no…

gasp.

GROUP TRANSFORMATION IS A GO!

And it’s not just a team transformation! It’s everyone, circling around the 6 combatants.

A call of ‘Henshin’ as we cycle by each in turn…

Arata starting his transformation, starting the Gatack Zecter.

Yaguruma starting his transformation, starting the Kickhopper Zecter.

Kageyama with the Punchhopper one.

Geiz going into Revive Fury.

Woz going into Ginga Finaly.

Sougo going into Fourze.

Then it keeps circling…

The Gatack armor forming, then Kickhopper, then Punchhopper. Geiz’s mask ‘label’ attaching itself. Woz. Zi-O Fourze.

Cast Off.

~

UCHUU IKUUUUU!

Ahahaha, Woz got in on the second half of that, too! Nice.

So, they’re in space now, right? And they have to drill into the meteor to get Woz in there, so he can destroy it.

So Sougo goes into Build armor.

Now, you might be thinking, “Mr. Mouri, but now he’s not in a space armor! Rider or not, that shouldn’t work!”

Except you’d be forgetting something.

We saw that Build – proper Build – can be used in Space.

Remember, Evolt warped him to another planet one time, proceeded to ‘absorb’ said planet, and Sento was breathing just fine in his armor.

So we’re actually still keeping true to the abilities of the Legend Rider’s technology.

Besides, he needs a drill.

~

YO, INSIDE THE METEOR, IS THAT THE KABUTO OP? OR AN INSERT FROM KABUTO?

I MEAN, IT’S GOTTA BE FROM KABUTO, RIGHT?

~

Okay, Rider Wiki says that Geiz’s ringtone is the standby music for Geiz Revive, but doesn’t say what the song used when Woz is switching into Sun Form is. It’s definitely not Next Level, though … did Woz just get an insert theme? Because it does sound a little like Keisuke Watanbe, now that I think about it.

~

Alright, alright, back to the episode.

FFS WE GET IT, KAGEYAMA. YOU’RE EDGY AND HATE YOURSELF.

“This is all I am...” Calm your studded tits, my dude. You got Rider Kicked once. It didn’t even knock you out of your normal transformation, you went into Another Kabuto on your own.

Oh-hohohoho niiiiiice.

Souji called himself the ‘man who walked the path of heaven’, and often, the heavens are represented by the sun.

The meteor moves past the sun, letting its rays shine down, as Arata proclaims that he’ll still fight, even though he’s just been kncked out of his transformation, and the Gatack Zecter has flown off to  where ever it is they go when they’re not in use.

A buzzing can be heard coming from the sky.

A mechanical red beetle zooms down out of the sun, flying around Arata’s head before landing in his hand.

The Kabuto Zecter.

He’s not being transformation-blocked by Souji anymore.

~

Geiz is still calling Kageyama out on his unwillingness to take Yaguruma down. The guy says ‘we will wander this earth together’… so Geiz takes matters into his own hands, and knocks Punchhopper out of his armor himself.

It takes a single Rider Kick from Arata – now finally allowed to be Kabuto – and the Another Kabuto Watch is destroyed.

~

Woz still hasn’t been able to burn through the meteor. It’s just TOO BIG. And they’re out of time.

Except that Time isn’t exactly a one way street in this season.

Time can be meddled with.

It can be stopped.

And Tsukuyomi’s already been shown to be able to stop just one thing… be it an Another Rider… or, potentially, a meteor.

With a gorgeous shower of lights, that’s exactly what she does.

And with the combination of her powers and the power of Zi-O Trinity, the meteor is shattered.

~

Yaguruma’s a mess. ‘Kageyama’ was never Kageyama, despite everyone using his name, and everyone was well aware of it. He doesn’t give Yaguruma the closure he wants.

“Please… call me aniki one more time…”

“I’m not Kageyama. I’m not your brother.”

And he goes out in green flames – having turned back to his true appearance. Having reverted to being a Worm.

…He sounded a little sad about not being Kageyama, actually, not just about his fellow Worms having all died. He sounded… resigned, almost.

Yaguruma wants them to laugh at him, for being so foolish to cling to the imitation of a dead man.

Geiz just apologizes.

He knows what it’s like to lose people. He knows that he can’t fulfill his promise of ‘if it comes down to it’, either.

This is not a person you want to be relating to, but… well, Geiz can’t really help it right now.

The Kabuto Zecter transforms into the Kabuto Ridewatch.

~

The triumphant instrumental version of Toki no Ouja plays as Arata entrusts Sougo with the ridewatch…

And as Geiz asks what Tsukuyomi and Tsukasa found out.

She doesn’t answer – says that they didn’t find anything.

That’s fair.

Of course, the music cuts out as we find out that Uncle got a little carried away with his onigiri. To the point of making 16 each.

Sir. Sir, please.

A train whistle sounds.

Sougo recognizes it.

Sounds like HeiGen Forever’s canon, after all.

~

The preview… has arrived!

As has Momo!Geiz!

Man, Momotaros doesn’t even have to change anything about Geiz’s appearance other than the hair, does he?

RYUUTAROS GET OUT OF UNCLE. YOU ARE A CHILD. HE IS AN OLD MAN.

…The Another Den-O suit is back.

Which, well, it makes sense – we usually need to have the Another Rider present to make the ridewatch, and we already knew that different people can be turned into pre-existing Another Riders. (Thanks, Another Zi-O. Whatever happened to that watch that refused to break?) But it’s still unsettling.

We’ve got both the Core Four Imajin and the Yuuto and Deneb team!

Nice.

They’re here to stop the Worst Future.

Sougo’s not letting someone stop something.

AND GRAND IS THE MOST GAUDY FUCKING THING. THAT WATCH IS APPALLING.

~

GRAND IS A MESS. MAYBE I’LL LIKE IT BETTER IN MOTION. MAYBE I WON’T.

(I probably won’t.)

[goldenscript]

coffee wars

↳ prompt: barista rivals au + donghyuck

pairing: lee donghyuck | reader genre: rivals to lovers au / fluff word count: 6,491 description: the ongoing rivalry between you and Lee Donghyuck all comes to a standstill when feelings get involved. author’s note: very loosely based on this prompt!

Everything starts with the flat white.

It’s a small detail, almost easy to miss if someone doesn’t think to look twice. There comes adoration for the ones who take notice, something in the small design on the tops of their coffees seems to tickle their fancies. Thus leading into a snapshot found on Instagram or even making a spotlight on their Snapchat stories. To you, that’s absolutely everything—the details, the response, the damn flat white.

It’s hard to achieve too. The very accents and details are no easy feat, and it’s something you’ve prided yourself in since your mastery of the skill. You have a steady hand and a keen eye for the very designs that come to mind, whether they’re pre-conceived or doodles you’ve been given free reigns on. And because of this, it rubs you the wrong way when you hear customers gush about the Dreamie’s latest innovation. Though you haven’t been working at 127’s that long, you know for damn sure this isn’t their thing. Their appeal is the cute, soft hues of pastel pinks and blues, their bubble letter logo plastered at the top and on the wall aside their hanging menu in the curly font, and the customer service each of the workers offered with a jovial gleam in their eyes and an unsuspecting smile curled on their visages.

Of course, you know it isn’t a coincidence that they emerged with something new. Yuta and Jaehyun still laugh at the memory of the Flat Lines that came out of the Dreamie’s being adventurous, and it was only because of the sudden emergence of a certain auburn-haired boy that those lines were becoming something other than white blobs and laughable outcomes. Since Lee Donghyuck’s arrival, he’s been nothing but an aggravator, a perpetrator, a damn solicitor that relishes in your gritted teeth and firm lips, because the flat white is your thing and he knows it. Everyone knows it.

Yet he still has the gall to gloat, to smile at you from across the street with an all too beautiful curl of your lips that you’d rather choke on than aloud. He’s handsome, you’ll admit (begrudgingly, of course), with sun-kissed skin and a laugh that could swallow you whole in an encompassing warmth if you weren’t reminded of his spite when you saw him and his stupid eyebrow raise on such a daily basis no matter the case. But it comes most especially when you’re both serving customers outside and he hears even just one comment about Dreamie’s, because somehow his hearing supersedes regular ability when a compliment is coming his way in your presence or whenever one of said customers is a regular to your respective establishments and he is the one who gets Mark that day.

It’s ridiculous, really. You’ve never been a jealous person. Competitive, maybe. But sometimes you feel the ugly green monster creep on your shoulder, because it’s like Donghyuck has won over you (in more ways than one). And since both of your employments and your inadvertent inactions, you refuse to back down and lose to him. It’s an instinct, practically second nature at this point. Everyone in both your cafés know the situation albeit find it hard to really comprehend, but you’re often too busy warding off the suggestive comments that implicate there is more than just a platonic rivalry amidst you two, because hell no, are you two dating. (Would you mind it? Probably not. But are you ever going to admit it? N-o. No.)

“Your boyfriend’s staring again,” Yuta muses, nudging your side. It’s like a daily nicety to hear next to “Hi, how are you?” at this point, but it doesn’t stop you from fighting the urge to frown. As expected, the moment you look up to face the pastel building, he’s there in the veranda with a half-smile adorning his visage, and he even goes as far as giving you a wave.

You glare at him in response, trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest as his smile deepens.

Goddammit... it’s too early for this.

—

He’s at it again.

This time the decoration of his cursed flat white actually mirrors yours, but there’s an added design that makes his rendition of Pochacco much cuter than yours. You actually feel your bottom lip pull over your top one because the damn soccer ball is perfect with the piece. It’s hard to admit aloud but, you do give him props for constantly trying to one up you.

Between the character designs and the small messages, you can see how talented he is. Even the gushing from shared customers is almost expected, from the gleam in their eyes at the charming red head of Dreamie’s right down to the influx of comments that come from posts involving his pieces. You feel a spark of envy course through you, a small frown almost always readily forming but what gets you the most isn’t the fact that you wish it was you receiving such a response (because you’ve had enough of it yourself prior to his sudden upheaval), but rather how the very mention of him riles up your heart by a few hundred beats. Of course, you stop yourself from showing your usual look of disdain until you’re not in the presence of the beloved customers.

“He’s at it again?” Mark says, prying you from listening in on the adjacent table’s jabber about your multi-talented rival.

You give a nod, knowing all too well how easily this routine has gone since the start of this three-month back and forth against that cursed boy. Well, not all the beloved customers.

For you and Donghyuck, Mark Lee is the one person who’s been the middleman in your unofficial competition. The very person who can both simultaneously make or break the both of you with a simple photo-op or a blissful smile. He’s the decider, the judge, the customer. And, he is very aware of what is going on between you two. He can’t even pretend he doesn’t see what’s going on either. But the smile poised on his lips is unsuspecting and far from removed on the whole ordeal, and it’s almost as irritating as Jaehyun and Yuta’s pestering about Donghyuck when he—the supposedly rational one in all of this—brings it up too.

Which has been an additional factor to your already pre-established banter, not that it hasn’t lessened its status as a nuisance.

“Any chance of you confessing yet?”

He smirks at you and quirks an upward brow at you shake your head furiously, cheeks growing warm.

Recovering, you glower at him with playfulness shimmering over your narrowed eyes, “Not happening.”

“But when?” he huffs, graciously accepting his usual caramel macchiato. There’s only a simple leaf atop of it, but what comes with his napkin is a small scrawl of “You roast my heart!” inscribed upon it and that’s what earns you a squeaky laugh from the blond. “Okay, that was cute.”

“Thanks,” you grin, secretly thanking Yuta for his endless bounds of coffee-related pick-up lines. At the least, 127’s charismatic charm has always been a winner in that respect. “Better than that punk’s, right?”

He exhales a breathy laugh, shaking his head at you. “Yes, Y/N. Better than his, though not by much.”

“You’re kidding,” you immediately say, tilting your head at him. “He’s getting better at those too?”

Taking a sip of the caramel goodness, a grin so blatantly prominent alongside his cheekbones, “He never sucked in the first place.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been coerced into the dark side already.” Your jaw drops, earning yet another chuckle thrown into the air. Though you’ve yet to pride yourself in the matter, you find it almost hard to believe that your unbiased customer would be biased so soon.

“No, no,” he shakes his head, simply lifting his shoulders as he eyes you with a gleam of irritable knowledge. “Just waiting.”

“For?” you ask, regardless of the nagging feeling that you already know the answer.  

He replies, as if it were the most simple conclusion: “That way I’ll never have to decide between the both of you.”

“Not happening,” you repeat yourself, this time letting the words roll off your tongue in the form of a scoff. You’ve already decided that you’ve spent far too much time with Mark, thinking through a possible excuse to leave him.

Today’s a slow day, but you needn’t get Taeyong on your ass about talking crap about Donghyuck again. He made you clean up the machines with Doyoung last time, and you literally swore that if you stayed even a minute longer with the guy than you had to, then you would’ve suffered the loss of your two valuable assets, because somehow in that slim figure of his is a mouth that could literally talk anyone’s ears off. It isn’t that you didn’t appreciate the distraction either, what with your daily grievances enacted by a certain someone, but more often than not, his name would come up and you aren’t very sure you can keep up your ongoing façade in how you have absolutely no feelings for him.  

“Wait,” Mark says, dragging you from your thoughts with another question poised on his froth-covered lips. It almost makes you regret hesitating when he continues, “Don’t lie, Y/N. You do like him, don’t you?”

You frown a little, barely enough for anyone but him to see what your expression truly is, as a sense of resolve readily courses through your veins. Of course, a denial is already about to tumble out of your mouth. The only thing that seems to stop you is the fact that this is Mark. Not your co-workers or the Devil himself. In a way, he’s acted as your confidant, your go-to since you both acquainted yourselves with one another.

“So what?” you let out a sigh, dragging your gaze to the pastel hue with your heart picking up as soon as you see Donghyuck hobbling around behind the glass. A grin’s curled on his lips as the customers look at him in wonder. You heard a lot of the interchanging ones always wonder aloud how he could be so damn charming, how his smile is the work of miracles, how his eyes shine like the stars in the skies above, and above all else, just how damn talented he is. And you want to grit your teeth, bite your tongue of all the declinations that could put these compliments to shame, but unwittingly, you’ve found yourself agreeing with these exclamations in the smallest of ways without so much as batting an eyelash and you hate how it proves everyone else’s theories correct and how you’ve broken your own proclamation that Lee Donghyuck would be the last person you ever acquire feelings for and yet here you are, with feelings and Mark’s dark brown eyes eying you with traces of irritatingly blatant smugness. “It isn’t like he’d like me back anyway.”

The words come off more bitter than you would’ve liked, but it’s the truth. The blatantly cliché truth that makes it all the more disheartening to yourself, because you hate being so affected over something so small. It’s actually quite off-putting when Mark even lets loose a brief laugh, raising a brow at you.

“What?”

“You’re joking right?” he asks, tilting his head now.

You don’t like the hope that bubbles up, but you can’t help but play a little dumb and ask, “Do you know something I don’t…?”

Mark relinquishes a rather loud laugh, immediately throwing you off. You swear he’s been hanging out with Donghyuck far too much, because the octave and the volume are becoming far too similar. But you don’t have enough time to voice this suggestion when he casually says, “He likes you too.”

That’s when you find yourself laughing, nothing short of a breathy exhale that lasts no more than a moment but regardless, the very prospect has you recoiling. You don’t deny imagining the possibility of dating him, of him actually liking you back, and of a fantastical relationship between the two of you blooming and flourishing in plentiful ways. But that’s it. The whole thing is fantasy, a dream when one has an indisputable crush on a person they know they shouldn’t and won’t ever have past an oddball rivalry—perhaps a bare minimum of a platonic relationship, really.

“It’s true.”

You half-expected Mark to reiterate this, but it doesn’t stop you from shaking your head. Beyond the doubts and all the rejections that play over in your head, you know there’s nothing worse than getting your hopes up. It’s stilly to even like Donghyuck at all, but here you are doing exactly that. You know you shouldn’t fan the flames and you sure as hell know that you should just let the conversation die down with a sarcastic “Right” before scurrying off to other customers. You should just walk away now instead of letting your own whims and your own heart make the decisions on this matter. And yet, you can’t help but raise a brow at him, eyes narrowed, “And how do you know this?”

You expect the usual, “It’s just a hunch,” as everyone almost always supplements to you every time they voice this same hypothesis. However, you find the evenness and nonchalance of Mark’s tone all too regretful—

“Because he told me.”   

Your mind immediately swims in a pool of thoughts. All of which are trying to make sense of this new information and its validity or lack thereof, but you don’t have a chance to ask. Before you can question him, you feel your pant leg vibrate. Possibly Yuta or Taeyong in need of some extra hands.

Craning your head toward the open doors, you see Jaehyun and Doyoung actually traipsing around before you turn to look at Mark with upturned brows. He waves you off, cheeks prominent as ever, with far too much knowledge behind his coffee brown hues. As if to say, “It’s fine, go do your thing.”  

So, the best thing you offer is a simple: “You have some explaining to do later then.”

—

However, later does not come that day.

Each hour seemed to melt into the next until it was a new day and still nothing to appease the influx of thoughts that had pushed themselves to the forefronts of your mind. Even now at 3 PM and only about an hour and a half until your shift was supposed to end, you still can’t help but cling to the hope that the day can progress faster so you can see that idiot and get the answers you’ve been seeking.

“Mark’s not here?” Jaehyun asks you, raising a brow from the general vicinity. He came about an hour after your shift began and a few hours have passed since 10 AM, drawing your attention toward the expanse of the open front though not far enough to draw your line of sight back to the pastel building.

Dark mahogany wood make up the floor, while high cement-colored walls invited the light seeping in from the large windows adorning the front and the right side of the building. On the left side were a bunch of hanging plants and sets of polaroid photos of customers and employees, some kissed by the viridescent foliage while some of the strings still had room for more. Beside that were the furniture that came all in black steel, high tables with high chairs, though they still couldn’t reach the ceiling lights which were simply hanging light bulbs. There’s even standing tables and charging corners for to accommodate for the nomadic customers.

After all, the constant influx of customers jostling in and out is nothing out of the ordinary, even the ring of the door-top bell is nothing short of white noise to the low hum of chatter collected within the walls. Faces that pass range between daily familiarity to blatant estrangement, friendly and not-so-much, hold no candle to the particular contours of a certain blond-haired boy, who had long since left after you departed him to do a few extra tasks for Taeyong and even the text messages you sent his way had gone unanswered.

Of course, it’s off-putting to see that all of your inquiries have been pushed into today, leaving you with nothing but your damn imagination to run wild at the possibilities of how true it all is. Part of you wants the truth, yearns for it, really. But another part just wants the band-aid ripped off the wound so you can get over the feelings and stave them off until they’re nothing more than cold coals on a fire pit. Instead of dealing with the irksome blazes that’ve done only provoked your hopes and desires, you’re convinced that by having that conversation with Mark then you’ll have that closure you seek, so it makes you sigh at the mention.

“He’s at Dreamie’s today,” you answer, taking a chance by glancing over at the large window again. Past the veranda is the other store’s veranda, dots of people occupying the spaces there as the employees did their best to please everyone. You expect to catch the mop of blond you’ve been so used to seeing every other day, but you don’t fully glance around enough because there’s comes a flash of auburn that has your heart stuttering too quickly after the flash of purple that came beforehand.

Of course, this only encourages your co-worker to raise a brow at you, eyes set with flickers of curiosity and an unnerving knowledge (much like Mark’s). Jaehyun’s always been a little tamer than Yuta with the suggestive jests, but you still can’t help but feel like he knows as much as Mark does and it bugs you to know that everyone else knows more about your situation than you do yourself.

“You okay?”

You nod, tearing your gaze from his out of your own self-preservation.

Admitting your feelings now would be easy, like ripping off a band-aid but for your friends, but it would also mean proving everyone else right. But you know that in doing so you would be putting yourself at risk of an onslaught of encouraging coaxing to confess and you’re not quite sure you need that at the moment. It’s one thing to tell your friends about a crush, but it’s another to tell your actual crush (read: work rival) about it.

You’ve imagined how the event would go down plenty of times. Your own imagination nothing short of what you know would happen. There’s very likely prospect of getting laughed at or even just teased by someone who was already surpassing you at your own thing. Of which felt more like a double wound to your pride.

You told yourself from the beginning that he would be the last person you have feelings for. From the few passing conversations you had, there was nothing in the words that would’ve suggested anything either, unless you counted sassy quips and back-and-forth’s that would sometimes drive your mutual friends into the ground in fits of laughter. And to feel an ounce of something more than bare amusement is odd and foreign, but it feels too good to talk yourself out of any of it.

It proves everyone else right, and you hate that it was like you missed out on all of the obvious sign, that now that you’ve fallen into everyone else’s expectations that the expectation that you have to confess will be your own downfall. After all, why would Donghyuck like you back?

So, you ask, carefully, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

He shrugs and leans against the counter. Although you want to pretend that there’s nothing wrong and that you have customers to attend to, there’s nothing the moment your gaze flits to the main lobby.

Customers sit at the tall mahogany tables, chattering with white porcelain cups in hand and the steel utensils for those who ordered some of the buttery pastries in your artillery. They appear happy and unbothered by minor strifes, completely oblivious to any form of conundrum going on in the confines of your mind and body, which, of course, you expected but it still makes you yearn to be like them. Or, at the least, distracted by them. Instead, they’re all content without your assistance even as you wish it was the exact opposite.

“So, I’m guessing Mark finally talked to you about Hyuck?”

The term of endearment breaks your gaze away from the window, a part of you thanking Jaehyun but another part of you suspicious now. You don’t even stop yourself as you ask, “How did you—?”

“—Relax, we’ve just been nagging him to,” he replies, showcasing a dimpled grin that you probably would’ve found adorable on any other day. Unfortunately, this was not the one. He knows far too much and you’re not sure if it’s because of your own actions or Mark’s big mouth; either way, you feel nervous. “Plus, it’s obvious. You and Hyuck.”

“Me and Donghyuck…” You frown a little as he nods, thus able to dispel your own nerves. “We’re not anything. He doesn’t even like me like that.”

It’s supposed to be a normal response, an ordinary one, an unexpected one. And yet, the way it falls off your lips and tumbles out into the bustling air, it’s nothing short of off and unnatural. You immediately regret it as soon as you feel your stomach flip.

“Are you sure about that?” he asks, eyes gone a little wide. “Wait, did you talk to Hyuck already?”

“No.” You shake your head, giving the shop another once over in case you catch sight of that punk you call a friend. Again, you’re left empty-handed. But it doesn’t stop your gaze from drifting to the head of auburn that is now scurrying around his building’s veranda, with a smile adorning his sun-kissed face and eyes shining even from the three-meter distance. “I’m just saying it isn’t likely. Well… at least ‘till yesterday when Mark said he did.”

When your gaze returns back to Jaehyun, barely missing the way he lets out a deep sigh of what you could classify as relief, he takes that as his chance to offer: “Well, you can try after work? Maybe you’ll catch him then.”

You suppose he’s right, biting your bottom lip as you consider finding your friend and getting those answers you’ve been seeking. Although a part of you actually wonders if Jaehyun means talking to Mark or Donghyuck. Another part wonders if you’re just hoping that he means the latter.

There’s just a particular gleam of impishness that makes you lean on the latter, but you can’t even ask if there’s more to what he’s getting on because his pager vibrates right then. An apologetic look washes over his face as he mouths an actual apology before stepping away from the counter. He gives the top of your head a ruffle, probably going off to see what Taeyong needs help with since neither Yuta or Doyoung are in just yet. To which you’re grateful for, because if they heard the conversation that just transpired, they’d be on your ass about all of it.

And soon enough, an influx of customers hitting the 2 PM slump come bustling in, hushing away all the thoughts as orders and designs become your top priority.

—

The day has fallen into the half-past four sunset, dusting the once light sky skies with streams of muted shades of tawny and terracotta. A bare chill now breezing across the stilling city streets and even the white noise of the customers has been muted out by Jhené Aiko’s “While We’re Young” for the ambiance.

You’re seated at an empty table on the veranda, closest to the open gates with the prospects of getting your resolution. Then, of course, going home and into bed, because this day has become much harder than you anticipated. All you’ve had on your mind is Lee Donghyuck. And to you, that’s uncharacteristic, it’s silly. You dislike this aspect of having a crush, because you don’t want to be so distracted by someone. It felt easier before you had a crush on him when all you thought about was how to one-up him and get more praise, get those Snapchat story photos and Instagram photos, and get the satisfaction and the thrill of knowing that this was merely a friendly competition and you were winning it.

Though instead of looking for Mark as you originally planned, you remain where you are as you listen to your customers on the veranda chatting incessantly about the new designs you concocted for them. They love it. They even love the small little pick-up lines you’ve scribbled onto some of the napkins, and it’s all the more gratifying when there’s a few quick pops of flashes of the set-up.

It all reminds you of a simpler time.

Meeting him as nothing more than an entity more notably referred to as Mark’s friend, only to pique interest at Mark’s drop of the fact that you specialized in flat whites. The sudden attention both confused and interested you because you had never met someone so bent on competing with practically a stranger. Then, came the teasing that you had no problem offering in return, because it’s a natural reflex. This only seemed to encourage Donghyuck, making it all too normal for the two of you to exchange and repertoire only you two could decipher at times. Slipped in between the seams came this unofficial competition for Mark, the two of you trying to convince the blond to come to 127’s or Dreamie’s whenever you could just because it would get on the other’s nerves when they weren’t chosen. Somehow you both couldn’t stop sending your mutual friend scribbled on napkins with doodles and pick-up lines—anything to keep him coming until Mark ultimately decided to remain the middleman. Each piece commemorated by with a photo posted to Instagram just for the other’s viewing pleasure, and perhaps that is where everything stops being so simple. Of course, it happened so unwittingly and so minutely, it blurs afterwards until you noticed the influx of attention coming from Dreamie’s and their adorable flat whites. Then, it just became clearer. The rivalry became more potent. And all you could really want out of each day you two worked simultaneously was winning over him.

Because so suddenly his eyes gleamed with more than just devilment, his smile less irksome, and even his own designs have become more and more commendable. All those small details you once noticed in passing have pushed forth and become everything you think whenever you see him. Like how his nose scrunches just a little when he laughs at something you’ve said or how he blinks instead of winks when he’s trying to provoke you from across the street. Even his laugh, a sound you swore was nothing more than siren in the tranquility of your vicinity is now one you can hear jovially.

In short, Lee Donghyuck has snuck up on you. Not only as a fellow competitor, but as the reason you look forward to coming to work, as the reason why you try to make your jokes even wittier and your designers even better, and as the reason you feel more than just a racing heart and a bundle nerves. He makes you feel, and it’s the first time in a very long time that you can admit to yourself right now. And it’s for all these reasons that you’re not all that sure what to do with any of the information, whether he likes you back or not, or if this is just a passing phase that’ll pass, you don’t care or mind.

All you know is that you like Lee Donghyuck, and as much as you hate admitting it, you do hope he likes you back.

Letting out a deep sigh, you send Mark a text that you’ll be waiting in front of the gate before rising from your spot and moving to the one about a yard from the straight-lettered plaque that reads the store’s name. With no one is congregating on the sidewalk, it gives you enough room to tie your shoelaces and idle around as you wait for a response until the sound of your name pierces the air.

Clear and smooth from the speaker as nothing, not even the passing cars from the adjacent street break into the syllables. It’s paired with the small taps that come to a halt about two feet from you, but the very voice makes you unable to pull your head up because you’re hoping it isn’t who you think it is.

“And here I thought we had a good thing going,” you hear Donghyuck say, effectively snatching your attention from the laces. You feel your heart somersault in synchronization with your stomach, because there he is. The damn devil himself. All dressed to an expected combination of a flannel and a pair of jeans in place of the black slacks and button-down, and still quite handsome nonetheless.

Your brows immediately knit together as his words register and you reply, “Are you okay or have you been breathing in too much froth?”

“I am definitely not okay considering you cheated on this Mark agreement,” Donghyuck huffs, watching as you give the laces a final tug. His gaze remains trained on you as you rise to full height, though you still dwarf him.

“He wasn’t with me,” you shake your head, brows furrowing even more now. “I was here waiting for him.”

He doesn’t say anything right away, rather his hickory hues wash over your visage in the softest way. You don’t think you’ve seen it since the last time you hung out with Mark and the other workers of the Neo franchise about a month ago. But that time came after Yuta and Doyoung cornered you and Donghyuck together. You can’t remember what they said exactly but they kept trying to talk the two of you into finally admitting your love for each other, and all you could respond with were insults and snarky quips just to get them off your back. He went with it at the least.

“Oh,” he says, quite plainly. Very uncharacteristic of him. “Um, well… what kinda bone do you have to pick with him anyway? I’ll defend his honor.” 

You crack a half-smile, enjoying the way the street lamps wash over his feature and cast a warm light over him.

His eyes light up just a bit, making him raise a brow at you in expectancy.

“It’s about you, superstar.���

He blinks immediately, “Me?”

You nod, deciding that maybe it is now or never, and if you won’t get answers from Mark then could it really hurt to ask the source himself?

“He told me something interesting about you,” you pause, gathering your courage and strengthening the resolve. Even with the light fading, you can’t help but feel ease as you remain standing before him.

Many times you’ve experienced crushes, you’ve had heartbreak, and they’re different and all in their tiers. Liking someone has always been one of your favorite things, because you get see a person for who they are, especially in such a close-knit environment like being co-workers. You have a formulaic way of confessing, the sort that has you blurting it all out in one go because it’s better to just rip off the band-aid and take the consequences. Although your previous hesitations have done nothing to assuage the anxieties, you take a deep breath. “He said you have a crush on me.”

“Yeah?” he says, a timidness coating the question in a way that makes you wonder what is going on through his mind.  “What’d you say?”

“Yeah,” you reply, voice suddenly wavering. “I—well, I didn’t have a chance to really respond. I was surprised. I figured he was lying or joking or whatever.”

He doesn’t say anything in response. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth and his gaze has flitted to the plaque beside you, and his gaze tracing the metallic lettering than meeting your inquisitive eyes.

“Was he?” you try once more, tilting your head just a little in hopes of catching his eye.

He gulps, releasing his lip to relinquish a sigh.

“Donghyuck?”

His eyes snap to yours as soon as he releases his own soft sigh, “Remind me never to tell that blabber mouth secrets, yeah?”

You have your answer. Right there. But instead of responding or even nodding, you let him continue, “He wasn’t—it’s true.”

“Seriously?” you ask, almost tempted to reach over and pinch your forearm for fear that maybe this is one of those cruel dreams that’ve been plaguing your subconscious every so often. But you know he means it when he nods, meeting your eyes in a solemn enough way for you to understand he does mean it, that Mark really wasn’t joking, and that has your heart thundering even louder than you thought it could. “W-why?”

He laughs, a genuine sound that urges a small smile out of you.

“What?”

“Why?” he asks as the corners of his lips curl into a smile. “Y/N, why not?”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” you retort, tempted to roll your eyes at him. Although you’re a completely wrecked mess right now, you can’t help but feel so normal with him. The very atmosphere of the conversation is much like any other that you’ve had, minus the previous hiccup but that alone reminds you of the party. It felt like there was a lot that could’ve been said between you two, and yet the pressure of everyone else made it hard. “Seriously, why?”

Instead of answering your question, he replies with his own, “Well, do you like me back?”

You scoff, “I asked you first.”

“And I asked you second,” he says with a shrug even as you shoot him a small eye roll. “Do you or don’t you?”

You open your mouth, readying a response but all you can do is clamp your mouth shut and feel the blood from your body linger on the apples of your cheeks. Goddammit…

He tries after a moment of your self-imposed silence, “Y/N?”

You nod, looking away from his eyes, “I do.”

He blinks, “What?”

“I do,” you repeat, slightly louder than your soft murmur.

He leans in closer, now only a foot away, “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I do,” you say, feeling your own cheeks getting warmer. But you remain where you are.

“You do what?” he asks, gaze softening on you.

You let out a deep sigh as your own body courses with newfound courage; then, you say, “I like you, Donghyuck.”

“Wha—” Your eyes narrow, as if to tell him, “don’t push it,” earning yet another beautiful laugh from him. “You know… I like you for a lot of reasons, and that’s one of them.”

“You like me being mean to you?” Your brows screw together, even your hand is ready to lay atop his forehead for fear that he might be delirious with a fever but before you can, he stops you. His cheeks getting a little pink even with the peachy light on his visage as you don’t even bother pulling your hand away.

“Because you’re yourself with me, I like that. You don’t shy away from saying what’s on your mind and I—well, I like being around you,” he explains, letting your hands fall in between the twelve-inch, though they still have yet to slip from each other’s grasps. You like how it feels in yours. “And I guess I have a funny way of showing all those feelings, but I hoped it would catch your attention.”

Your nose scrunches for a moment before a smile adorns your visage in a way that matches his, swelling your heart and earning yet another soft sigh to pass your lips.

“It worked, alright?” You admit to him, “And I’m so glad I wasn’t the only one who caught feelings. I feel like my heart might burst out of my chest.”

He nods vigorously and releases a deep breath, “Me too! I dunno if I should thank Mark or kick his butt for spilling my secret though.”

“Let’s do it together then. It’s what he gets for giving me a heart attack,” you grin, giving his hand a squeeze. “And while we’re at it, how about a date afterwards?”

“Perfect,” he smiles as you both turn toward the bus stop at the end of the street. “How does boba sound?”

“Like my cup of tea,” you reply with a small, breathy laugh. He playfully rolls his eyes at you, but he remains at your side. The two of you are happier than ever.

Perhaps now you two can call this war a draw.

—

“Will you show me how to do that soccer ball with Pochacco?” you ask, only lurching forward as the bus roars to life and carries the two of you back to the university.

He taps his chin for a moment, gaze falling away from your own as you wait expectantly.

“Well you show me how to do the perfect flat white?”

You tilt your head at him, “Perfect? How am I gonna do that? You’re pretty good already.”

“Okay, but,” he pauses, “yours are perfect. Can you show me how to do that?”

“I suppose I can try…” you reply, only meeting his hickory eyes for a moment before you look elsewhere. “It might take some time though.”

“I don’t mind. It’s time spent well with you,” he admits, smiling as you do. He can’t seem to get enough of the flush that falls upon your cheeks, happier than ever when you look away indignantly.

“You’re too much,” you sigh, nodding regardless. “But yeah, let’s do that sometime. Maybe then you won’t make any more of those atrocious Flat Lines.”

He clutches his chest, exaggerating a gasp as you try to remain as impassive to the gesture though it works only by a bare minimum. “I am hurt.”

“It’s the truth,” you say, lifting your shoulders slightly.

“I bet I can make a perfect one after one lesson.”

“Oh really?” You raise a brow at him, noting the way he fights against his own self-preservation just to prove you wrong.

He nods, though the courage on his features don’t meet his words, “Y-yeah! And you gotta make a perfect Pochacco soccer ball after one lesson too.”

“Alright,” you smirk, fully knowing that you might lose but seeing the determination etched on his features is enough to keep you agreeing. You can’t help but adore his sheer tenacity. “It’s on.”

Maybe the war isn’t quite over yet after all… not that you mind it anyway.

[rosiecap4u]

Food Fantasy Girls Appreciation Month (Days 1 - 6)

*sighs in exhaustion* okie...finally I did something productive here...missed a few days due to tests darnit

//I'm lowkey stressed rn but I wanna participate hshsja

Under cut because long ass post

Day 1: Favourite Girl(s)

Gingerbread is so pretty, I love her design and personality. Also, the most relateable food soul tbh, that's why I kinned her. She could be either my best friend or girlfriend, I love her sm and she deserves to happier. ♡

I like Cornbread, she's pretty awesome! Cornbread is OP (alongside with Boston) with chests. Those darn treasure chests were hard to beat, I struggled sm. When I heard about Cornbread is an excellent food soul, decided to use her and she really helped me to get past those nasties. Her hat and apperance reminds me of Applejack (My Little Pony), makes me like her even more.

Mung Bean Soup...BABY DAUGHTER!!!! I love her lil dress and pet (Mung Bean), she's so cute! Her smile warmed my heart from the first time I saw her, I love this smol bby bean. Wish I could smile like that, her smile makes her more cute. Lemme sign adoption papers. I have too many daughters.

Fondant Cake is an angel, literally. Her wings are so beautiful, the dress, the cape (whatever tf that is call...a shawl?), and the cake. Love the candles floating around her, gives it a cute touch. I'm crying by the fact I didn't get her (alongside with Turkey, Maofang, and Osmathus (I can't spell names right I have poor memory spare me ;_;)), she's a gorgeous angel to have. Let her be with Champagne...I got the icon at least.

Nasi Lemak is my daughter. Look, there's some shit she's been through, I don't care if she's psychotic or crazy, I want to take good care of Nasi. I'd try my best to teach her about life lessons to be a good girl, giving Nasi pineapple juices, and big warm hugs. Also, the poor darling saw things she wasn't supposed to see, which made her who she is. No spoilers. Period. Tbh, Nasi is kinda relateable...uh...don't ask. Just me being me. She even looks like me! What a shocko lol.

Sushi! Had about...25 of them before? Lost my appetite for sushi because I vomited and now I feel bad. Sushi's pretty, I like her design. And she also looks like me a bit too, I like something to relate to. Her (and Sashimi) in the main storyline was interesting, hopefully I get see her and Sashimi again...I miss them. Thou I showed my sympathy, she and Sashimi lost their MA to Orchi consuming him. Other than that, I like her. A lot.

Day 2: Favourite Female Fallen Angel

Her ♡♡♡

Originally was Conchi, but when I saw Leafy Sea Queen, SHE'S GORGEOUS AF! I got nothing much to say about her...but she's a queen. I love her apperance a lot.

Day 3: Favourite NPC Girl

She's super cute! I tried making her cute but I suck drawing cute things ughhhh...but this Little Girl (or Lina), is cute. I love babies and small children characters, their purity and cuteness melts my heart.

Day 4: Thing you like most about favourite girl

Favorite daughter ♡ Couldn't add her, too many faves hjhhsj

The cuteness, the dress, and the fluffy hoodie cloak, she also warmed my heart (no pun intended) when I first summoned her. We are both shy, kind, and quiet. I kinned her. Lol. I'd wear her clothes, looks snuggly and adorable.

Day 5: Favourite Ship

Damnit I forgot my signature for the other sketches I'm an idiot jhjjdhdd

Okay, here me out before I get yelled at...GINGERCOLA IS A VALID RAREPAIR, OKAY. I'D DIE FOR IT, READ A FANFIC ABOUT IT, AND DOODLE THEM.

Uh...anyways, I think these two would also be a great duo. Cola bringing in Gingerbread to hangout if Steak and Red Wine are fighting (as usual), so she doesn't have to deal with their shit. Gingy looks like she'd be interested to learn more about his and Hamburger's style (what they wear), curiosity (and too look cool of course). These two teenagers, their both oddly cute together.

I wrote a fan fiction with GingerCola on my Wattpad, shitty english beware. Read it at your own risk. Wattpad: RosieCap4u

HHHHH there's other ff ships I ship but I'm too lazy to draw them so I decided to do GingerCola.

Oh. And...

Any hate will not be tolerated, if you have nothing nice to say, leave.

Day 6: Favourite Skin(s)

Mung Bean Soup’s skin looks so adorable and cozy, I love it sm. Skin is “Warm Hands”, It’s a bingo event like Wonton’s.

Nasi Lemak’s looks pretty cute too, love sailor related things. Skin is “Summer Love Song”, obtainable through Team Up (Level 60 required, Pursue Thundaruda, Hard Mode)

I dunno why they gave Jiuniang a another skin, her Full Moon outfit (Level 40 required, Azien, Hard Mode) looks adorable and pretty. I’d wear her’s, looks suitable. :3

//i can’t say much my brain is dead rip

That's days 1-6, gotta keep up if I can.

[taramaclaywasaterf]

This is the dumbest shit I’ve ever read lmao. The drawing is really well done. It’s a simple illustration- not all art needs to be a highly detailed fully colored oil painting in order to not be “shitty.” It’s also very obviously not a fucking cockroach, you genuinely have to be blind, or have never actually seen a cockroach in your life in order to think THIS is a cockroach. It’s a cute little beetle. “No one wants their lives and loves validated by any insect except possibly bees and ladybugs” literally who fucking decided they were the only two ~good~ insects lmaooo what the fuck is this??? I’m a whole ass dyke and I think this is adorable. I don’t need my sexuality validated by a goddamn cartoon. I don’t depend on the internet to ~validate~ my innate fucking sexuality. It’s just…a cute doodle. It’s not that deep. Stop looking for reasons to be mad. OP has a lot of cute insect doodles, all of which are obviously meant as nothing more than fun little drawings she wanted to share online. Calling this shit “hate speech” (like you did on the other drawing) is just flat out batshit insane.

Anyway OP I love these and would totally buy that “femininity is a cage” one if you ever painted/printed it onto fabric patches!!!