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lizaluvsthis · 4 months

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what is good about cnb? i see lots of a art thought i ask creator

Oh my- looks like we pulled a new curious person off the peeps!

(CnB) Coffee N' Bombs - Brewing Romance AU is an inspiration from the first full episode in the SMG4 Channel called "SMG4: SMG3'S BOMB CAFE"

I really liked the whole model and details from the inside and outside of Three's new Cafe and at first I've been picturing about Smg4 working there- but nahh he just worked there once its not like theres gonna be an au abou-

I came in tumblr a few months back and some anon asked me what kind of design SMG4's attire would be since he works as a waitress from Three's coffee n bombs.

For a second my mind went blank of what the uniform would look like so- I gave myself on and on about some few details getting inspired by watching some other episodes of SMG4's

So then- I made the hat and I thought of something that reminded me about- a reversible color!

(A few years back I bought this octopus which was cute and then I figured it was reversible by looking underneath and putting the detail here- I was like- ah Liz you're gonna make it look so special!)

Straight in to detail that the fabric used from this hat is silk, with polkadots! And it was made by Three :>

For the pride pins I also thought of- "hey- this is a crazy idea but what if I also created a pride pin next to his apron. But instead it's a bomb than just a regular circular pin." Then there represents Four having the bi bomb flag :)

The Apron is specifically made by me on which where its all gotta be purple themed since it is his cafe and everything is purple and purple to a color black!

For the shoes tho- I might've gave myself a try to say it's one of those glow in the dark classic shoes- glow in the dark has been my favorite types of stuff to look on or even paint, the nostalgic vibe of being a small kid having fun observing and using glow in the dark (bracelets) for example- is like a funny thing and a classic thing to have.

Then that calls for it. "Heck why not?"

Theres the bomb logo and also the spilled coffee logo, it was designed by our man Three to himself.

It feels sort of childish to put in when four complains about glow in the dark having it as a childish thing- good thing three back fires in about his shoes having wheels XD (it might seem to be for kids but its all for ages and above ^^)

The gloves were designed for funziez and making it feels like getting sent back on the themed black and white (sia or melanie martinez the hair color or if you fancy it enough going back to the earliest movies that has black and white colors)

Even putting on a aymbol of "S.U.L." on the back of the gloves and Four's "IV" roman numeral signature on the palm of his gloves.

And even for the tiniest detail from his hairtie having the color of red and his slit pants on the ends. (Also including the part of the three-beaned pin that only four made it special for him and three only)

Lets put up the post!

This inspired so much from the design that my followers or other people had want to try it out!

Then coming upon the reply from @shygirl4991 therefore the AU was born/created, they thought about wanting to write about this cafe au and I let them in for ideas and for writing the fic. :D

I pulled out a new attire for Three's outfit (ngl he looks like purp-

And now there is- the release of the first chapter-

Before the first chapter- Shay gave it a title of "Brewing Romance" since its a silly fic for these two gay boys working together on the cafe :>

Again I'm only an artist who does doodles or design stuff the real person who created this is @shygirl4991 by mentioning it as "Cafe AU" thats where it's been born :)

CnB Brewing Romance AU is a fun space for our two fruits getting together and such ^^ this AU is made for fun relating to also the cafe shop itself.

(We'd also like to thank you for all of the artists who made those lovely fanarts <3)

To the point where I accidentally created a meme out of the two.

Man behind the coffee/memes (slaughter) as smg3

And the Fish Flounder as Smg4

If people would like to put their ocs there for fun you can make art out of it.

(Shoot I'm making it longer- AHHGGR)

Whats cnb br au?

Its a silly au me and shay made and made it alive for the shippers

Whats good about it?

The two gay boys

The designed details from their attires

Karen.

Bringing from the fic for angst/fluff

Whose Idea was the fic?

All on for Shay ^^

Who created it?

I did the design mostly people thought it was all on me but its shay's :)

When is the date of creation?

December 9, 2023

Can we make fanarts out of it?

Yes you can by mentioning/tagging me and @shygirl4991

Whats in it for this au?

Me and Shay collaborated this

These two boys

The whole ass journey and coming into developments

Karen?

Yes. She works here :) design of hers will come out soon tho.

What about the other characters like Mario?

Oh they will come out- as side characters only :>

Where does this AU focus on?

Dealing with trauma

Four getting a job since he's broke af

The past memories

Development - Chemistry

Changing.

How does putting our ocs in the au work?

You can put your oc for ex. Ordering, chilling on le table, sipping your coffee, idk pay for those bombs(?), commit arso-, selfie on yourself (if you have any other ocs you'd want to add- you can), pride bombs, make yourself as an employee i guess? All whatever your choices.

Except-

NSFW (or oc x canon <that has smg4 or smg3>)

(Pls dont be mistaken I dont like oc x canon- I only said no oc x SMG3/SMG4 cuz its a br au and the main focus is four and three being duperly inlove and sh-t TUT)

Spaghetti. Spaghetti is not available in a coffee shop.

Does this au contain with the canon events/arc?

It has the arc and event but it contains non-canon creation. Due to some remake of the scenes.

Did luke approved of this?/j

Not yet :)

I'm not even sure if he uses tumblr atp

Do you have any other works of yours and shay about this au?

I am planning on making a side fic that'll come out very soon

Theres a quick doodle/sketch about it

Some personal diary or info Three picks up (including sticky notes)

Shay is still working and doing their best for the future chapters 'u'

‽

What happens in the future chapter?

You'll have to wait and see. (Again I keep getting this even relating about zero that is a spoiler I'm not trying to be like gooseworx here pls stop-)

Wait what memes are you talking about?

Fnaf for Man behind the slaughter but instead it's SMG3 being the one whose purple guy and is called Man Behind The Coffee

Flounder from Ariel whose a fish and Four looked like one because of his ponytail looking like the fish's tail

What orders do they have in there?

Coffee:

Normal Coffee

Special White Mocha

Matcha Gun Powder Latte

Soy Boy Flat White

Al Pacino

Wake me up before you cocoaf

Morning Brown

Cyanide Supreme Latte

Titanium Black (trust me you don't want to try this)

café minuit (midnight)

Bombs:

Tsar Bomba

Hydrogen bomb

Fat man

Little Boy

Refined uranium

Saturnist Capurn

NUKE CHONK (DONT-)

Displays/Collections/Accessories:

Eggdog plush

Smg3 mugs

Pride Bombs

Stickers

A button. (Do it at your own risk)

Foodies/Food/Snacks:

Non-Donut (its invisible but more of an air food)

Gun powdered donut (white or brown)

Shinkled donut

Pieced- cake

Chompstick (chocolate stick)

Breed Bread (it has raisins)

KWASON (croissant)

Waffu Daffus (waffles)

DEADLY DUNGLE (its a spiciest donut I warned you.)

Nomul Chaki (a "normal" chocolate...)

Whats something that was mentioned from the design?

Terrance.

Did you plan on making this au?

Nope but for some reason we're here thanks to my artwork and shay :DD

Does PuzzleVision or TV Adware exist in this?

No.

Will the side characters make an appearance?

...

Is it true that Karen and Meggy both gossip about the boys?

Yep- kinda hilarious now that Karen's here, she observes.

Where'd you get that idea about Karen and Meggy?

@anartisticalniche

Where can I see the fanarts section?

In my Introduction Page :)

Why don't you post this to twitter?

Twitter is for talking/rants

Tumblr is to share the post you want to share.

Plus twitter for me is a "not-safe-app" regardless on people sending death threats and doxxing. (Even elon musk.)

I'm not tryna reach out for Luke's attention when it comes to CnB I just did this for fun :3

Are you still hyped that they're still making the cafe shop's appearance?

Yes. You have NO idea.

How do you and shay feel about it?

Very- super- brain- storming ideas on the gays and the plots also the notes- we love this progress ^^

The gayness/fruitiness of these two

Will you and Shay be planning on something more than just CnB?

Shh-

Funny to ask but how old are you while collaborating this work?

I'm a minor-

Don't you find it weird to be friends with adults? Or having them as your fans?

(I get these asks alot) my final answer is no.

There are some other adults who are predators out there but not in my sight. I keep a closer eye on that. And I don't allow pedos or groomers here.

I don't really see what the problem is about when an adult likes a minor's work. It's artwork and most of ems crave for the ship and the ship itself its basically a free fun type for people who likes it. (Age regressor say no more cuz its all free to have fun here)

I have no idea why I made this too long but please carry on your glasses people-

#lizaluv #smg34 #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #mario #smg3 coffee n bombs #shygirl4991

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lazystar · 8 months

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Play Like a Gangster

Lee Felix x Fem!Reader

University AU, Bad Boy!Felix Other idols mentioned: Other SKZ members, ITZY, Lily of NMIXX, Soobin of TXT Warnings: Alcohol consumption, use of unhealthy coping skills, negative self-image on reader’s part, Felix being a slight ass, Miscommunication!!! ANGST!!! Comfort tho is there! Word Count: 5K+ (~5400?)

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Your first day of year four of university had finally arrived. The hot August air weighed you down like a blanket of humidity, your thighs chafing as they rubbed against one another at the hemline of your denim shorts. You had chosen your classic first day of fall semester fit, a logo tee from the bookstore, and a pair of shorts along with your Converse. Comfortable, easy to fish out of your still packed suitcase, and cute.

Fishing your schedule from your student portal app on your phone, you found your first lecture of the day. To your horror and dismay it was a gen ed course you had been dreading, Statistics 101 with Professor Park. You abhorred math more than anything and even more so when you threw in the Greek alphabet. You huffed and walked faster to the lecture hall to get a good seat, and when you arrived you guessed every other student had the same idea because the only seat left was one in the middle of the hall next to an intimidating looking boy with a sharp jawline, silver earrings and dusty blue hair. He looked the complete opposite of you. He was in all black, black tee shirt, long black cargo pants decorated with chains, and black converse. The shoe choice was the only identical fashion choice you both had made.

“You gonna keep analyzing my outfit like this shit is project runway or are you going to sit down?” His deep Australian accent cut you out of your thoughts.

“Oh sorry! Ummm I’m sorry — I already said that didn’t I? Anyways I’m Y/N nice to meet ya…” You stuck a hand out to him after setting out your notebook and laptop.

“You are far too cheerful for a 10 AM math lecture. Anyways the name’s Felix, before you ask I’m a senior graphic design major this is just a gen ed for me.” He seemed to notice you deflate as he answered your icebreakers before you could ask. He let out an almost placating gruff laugh after his introduction.

“I’m a senior as well, music marketing major so as much as I wish this wasn’t a required gen ed for me it sadly is. I fucking HATE math!” You sighed as the professor walked into the room. You didn’t notice Felix smile at your extroverted behavior. He knew he was about to become your friend, not by his own accord but he knew that he was now the familiar face in your Monday-Wednesday-Friday morning hour of hell. The professor droned on about the usual syllabus week materials and you began doodling some new logo ideas for your friends’ music group on your notebook paper. Your dissociation was cut off by the professor clearing his throat with an announcement.

“Okay everyone! This lecture has 100 students, and unfortunately for me the department requires us to have you all complete a semester long project going over a trend of choice through data analytics. So you all will be working with the person sitting directly to your right! No, don't go switching seats, I see you in the back row!” You laughed as your classmates groaned around you at the news of being involuntarily being partnered up. You looked to your right where Felix was already looking your way with a raised brow and a smirk gracing his freckled face.

“Please tell me you won’t be as high energy all semester” Your new statistics partner sighed almost defeatedly. “Now hand me your phone so I can put my number in it so we can work on this shit or whatever.” You laughed at his statement and handed your phone over to him.

“Felix, just for the record, I’m gonna change your contact to Grumpy Pants if you keep acting like this.” You stated as you looked at him through your peripheral vision as he texted himself from your phone.

“Okay Bubbles.” He chuckled, handing your phone back to you. He had simply texted himself a ‘Hey :) – Bubbles’ making an involuntary grin stretch across your face as you turned to look at him.

“Bubbles?”

“Powerpuff Girls? Did you grow up uncultured?” He raised a brow at your lack of knowledge of the cartoon.

“I was only allowed to watch educational stuff as a kid.”

“It shows.”

“HEY!” You playfully punched his arm and flipped him off as a deep chuckle emanated from him. This was going to be an entertaining semester for sure.

The semester rolled along, like a slow cross country train ride. Throughout it you and Felix grew closer, much to the chagrin of your friends Lia and Yeji who had said the boy was “bad news”. You didn’t understand how they could judge him without knowing him like you did, how could anyone with such a beautiful smile be “bad news”. Sure he had some bad habits like sneaking a flask into the library for your study sessions, but could you blame him? Statistics would drive anyone to drink unless they were a math wizard like Pythagoras or Einstein.

“Y/N are you texting him again?” Yeji groaned as she flitted about styling your hair for the party she insisted you attend with her and the other girls from the music group she and Lia were in. It was at the Sigma Kappa Zeta fraternity and you knew Felix was a brother of the frat, so regardless of your girls you always had an in. This though, was a secret from your dear friends as they had prejudged Felix and you didn’t want them to suddenly change their minds so they had an excuse to party.

“Yeah we have that project remember? Plus he was showing me this funny video from that one guy I like on instagram.” You fibbed. This seemed to satisfy her as you two finished getting ready for the ride to the frat house. Lia met you two in front of the dorm and your ride was outside just as you left. You were in for a good night, you could feel it in your bones.

Unfortunately for you, your bones were wrong. The stench of alcohol, weed, and body odor hit your nose like a freight train, you had lost your friends upon entering and Felix was nowhere to be found. One of his frat brothers, Hyunjin had saddled up to you as you made your way to the kitchen for a drink.

“You’re Felix’s girl right?”He asked as he poured you a vodka and cola...very heavy on the vodka. Concerningly so actually You made a mental note to never ask him to bartend for you again, lest you want a new liver by twenty-five.

“Oh no we’re just friends, we have a Stats class together, 101 with Professor Park.” You replied sipping on your drink and grimacing at the overly pungent taste of the cheap liquor in it.

“Oh duh you’re Bubbles then! He always talks about how obnoxious you can be, he asked me once how anyone can be so… I shouldn’t have said that. Don’t-don’t listen to me,disregard anything I just said! I'm wasted.” Unfortunately for the panicking dark haired boy, you were not wasted. You were far too sober for this. Obnoxious? You? You were used to being sometimes a bit too extraverted for some peoples’ tastes but obnoxious? That stung.

“Heh. No worries Hyunjin, I'll see you around.” With that the boy left. You stayed in the kitchen as your body went into autopilot, you downed your drink then snatched the vodka bottle up before wandering through the crowd to the back porch to find a corner to hide in. You didn’t know why you chose to chase the bile like feeling in your chest down with alcohol. You didn’t usually cope with your emotions in this manner. You were level headed, a marketing student, someone who dabbled with psychology courses for fun, someone who was the advice giver to her friends. Not someone who chose to use unhealthy coping mechanisms. But here you were bottle in hand walking to the porch to sip away the pain.

“Y/N? Bubbles? What are you doing?” The Aussie you had been searching for before had somehow found you. His voice was riddled with concern, laughable amounts of it in your mind. How could a friend find you obnoxious but then act so caring? Friend, the word now made you almost nauseous. Fuck friends, fuck Felix, you thought. All you wanted was to be numb and alone.

“Trying to not be obnoxious or something I don’t fucking know.” You grumbled taking a long swig of the liquor from the bottle. You didn’t even grimace this time as the taste had grown too familiar to you.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Who upset you? Why the fuck are you chugging vodka like water? Who hurt you? I’ll kick their ass!” He barraged you with questions as he tried to slip down to sit beside you and take the bottle out of your hands. You fought back and held the bottle close to you, eventually he gave up seeing that you clearly were unwilling to let go of your vice. He was worried and he just wanted to see what was wrong. An uncomfortable silence filled the space between you two for a moment, until you cleared your throat and turned toward him with an unsettlingly dark look in your eyes.

“Felix, tell me why one of your frat brothers told me not even like twenty minutes ago that you found me obnoxious. Apparently you’re always talking about it. Fuck, the girls were right I should’ve just stayed your project partner and not your friend.” You hissed out and tried to stand, but the large amount of booze in your system made you stumble and nearly fall over like an unstable desk ornament.

“You’re not about to walk away from me in your condition in the middle of this conversation Y/N.”

“Fine then I’ll— I’ll fucking crawl away just leave me alone and find my friends for me. My actual friends who like me and don’t tell their friends I’m fucking obnoxious, too much, too loud, too happy, too bubbly, too ugh whatever you told your friends I’m too much of. Just. Leave. Me. The. FUCK. Alone.” The bite in your words made Felix physically flinch. He had never seen you so angry, especially not at him. You were usually so kind and uplifting to those you met. Not so, so aggressive. It hurt him to see your Y/E/C eyes, all tearful and rage filled. The beautiful eyes he was so used to seeing filled with unbridled happiness.

“Okay, I’ll-I’ll go. Please just promise me one day you’ll allow me the chance to explain myself to you.” He pleaded, his head hung low, tears filling his own gaze. You have a noncommittal affirmation and he went off finding Yeji and Lia. While you clung to your knees with cries wracking your body, Felix was facing the wrath of the music group you knew as your best friends.

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, and the newest addition Yuna all glowered at him from the couch as he explained you had gotten mad at him over a mistaken confession he had made when you two had just met. He had not experienced such unbridled happiness from one person before you stepped into his world and he was unsure how to feel. He had chosen his usual method of brisk dismissal and annoyance when discussing you to the frat members those weeks ago. But over the course of the past month or so you had wormed your way into his heart and he had grown fond of your random animal facts, boisterous laughter, and bright sun rivaling smiles.

“Lee, you fucked up and she was correct in saying we warned her about you. Remember you broke our other friend, Heejin’s heart? You lead her on. You’re not about to do that to our Y/N. She’s our angel, and you sir are some demon for hurting her now. We’ll let you try to make it up to her but I swear to all that is holy if you don’t, you’re fucking dead.” Yeji’s voice carried over the bass that was shaking the house, her voice shook Felix to his very core. “Don’t expect any help from us, ITZY protects our friends, and Y/N is our best friend. Girls go get our baby. I know she needs you right now, I’ll call the uber. Lee Felix you go fess up to Chan and the boys that you fucked up.” She gave Felix a dismissal with her hand and collected you along with the girls in a tight hug. She had her own plan, she was going to recruit her other friend Lily and their mutual friend Soobin into a “Get Y/N over Felix” plan. She had detested the Australian for leading her friend Heejin on the previous fall. She hadn’t known though that it was honestly just an unrequited crush on Heejin’s part and that the Aussie and the other girl had made up. She was so focused on playing the role of mother to her friends she forgot sometimes to look past the details of the story as it was on the page, she didn’t read between the lines. What she witnessed had to be the truth, right?

The days after the party felt like you were in limbo, you had emailed your professors that you had a family emergency and would be out for the subsequent week. Thankfully they all were accommodating and gave you the materials to study in your absence. Felix hadn’t called or texted regarding your project which soon would be having its mid semester check on your progress. You had done your share and emailed him your part so he could work off of your work, you had practically done all you could to avoid him. But now it felt like you were doing too much, caring too much about someone who you had misjudged as someone who was more caring than their hard outer shell. You had read between the lines of who he was a bit too deeply, you had looked to find some sort of positive in someone who had portrayed himself as harsh and cold. Maybe he was just that, cold, uncaring, harsh, a liar. Yeah that’s what he was, a liar, an expert one at that.

You were lounging in your misery of stuffed animals and rewatches of Legally Blonde as Yeji, the girls, and your newer friend Lily barged into your room.

“Go away girls, leave me to my misery and Elle Woods’ slaying the courtroom!” You groaned out into your pillow.

“Bitch if you don’t get your ass up! You have a date, no don’t give me that face you need some socialization.” Yeji pulled you out of bed and shoved you into the shower before you could protest. Two hours later your hair and makeup were done, you were dressed in a nice cropped sweater, jeans, and boots and shoved out the door to your demise date.

At the campus coffee shop with your favorite iced chai latte in hand sat Soobin. He was a fellow music marketing student and student musician you’d met through the girls. He was someone you’d known in passing, an acquaintance, not someone you expected yourself on a blind date with. But here you were, laughing at his jokes, cooing over photos of his pet hedgehog Odi and enjoying yourself in his company. It felt like getting to know an old friend from years gone by, not like a first date. But you knew in your heart feelings were unlikely to develop. You felt too platonic, too friendly, not flirty, flushed, not like a swarm of butterflies resided in your stomach. You didn’t feel like you did when Felix would offer to rest his jacket across your shoulders when the cold air conditioning of the library would kick on.

As you sat on your couch talking with Yeji you came to the realization of why it hurt so bad to find out Felix has shit talked you. You liked Felix. His freckles, his smile that would take over his whole face, his blunt sarcastic sense of humor, his playful jabs, his affectionate teasing, you adored it all.

“Yeji, don’t tell the others please but… I realize why I was so messed up over what happened at Sig Kap.”

“You liked him didn’t you?” She saw your eyes well up with tears as your head fell in what you could only describe as shame.

“Not just like, I think I fell for him.” She only gave her best sullen smile as she walked across the living room to engulf you in a hug as tears fell like a torrential storm down your cheeks. She softly assured you that you would move on, like you always did when you fought the overwhelming urge to sink into your bed and not get out for days due to the weight of the world crushing your soul. You were strong, but love seemed to fight like a heavyweight champ, hitting you with blows left and right. Chaeryeong walked out of her room as the sound of a broken croak of tearful lament came from you.

“Y/N baby girl what happened? Did he say something wrong again?” The other girl sat on your left and wrapped her arms around you effectively making you the saddest sandwich ever seen.

“Yeji… I think I really love Felix. I think that’s why I’m so hurt, I owe him a chance to explain himself to me. He looked like bad news but he was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. I’ve had time to think about it all and I can’t just shut him out, it hurts worse than it helps.” Yeji froze, her comforting hand that had been rubbing your arm ceased, her heart tightened with a sense of urgency. You loved the man that effectively shattered one of her friend’s hearts. You deserved to know what he was like. You NEEDED to know. Before you let him back in, before he broke you more.

“Y/N did I ever explain why I don’t like Felix?” You shook your head as it rested on her shoulder, her comforting hand resumed rubbing your arm in an almost motherly way. “Remember Heejin? My friend from my hip hop class? They used to talk, like last year. He was like how he was with you, romantic, kind, and sweet. But one day he just drops this bomb. He only saw her as a friend, he lead her on for like ever, they almost made out at the date party SKZ hosted last winter. She was messed up over it for a long time. I don’t want him hurting you more. Also Soobin really liked your date. Did you have a good time?” Her explanation stunned you that you didn’t even register the topic change. Felix was a player. You always picked the wrong guys. You had fallen for an act, a ploy to probably get into your pants and be left in the dust. That’s probably all it was. You shook your head from your spiral of misery and looked over at your friend as she playfully nudged you to encourage you to discuss the date she masterfully put together.

“Soobin was sweet, and really cute! But it felt more like a friendship than a potential relationship. I didn’t really see it going anywhere. On the bright side I think he’s going to make a great friend.” You sighed and sunk more into the couch. The overwhelming urge to cry came over you once again as Chaeryeong and Yeji hugged you tighter and cuddled you. They gently played with your hair and cooed comforting words to you trying to ease the stabbing pain in your chest.

Meanwhile at the SKZ house Chan was consoling a devastated Felix. Weeks had passed and the only word from you he would receive was an email with your slides from your project and some notes on the materials. You had gone from the girl he would destroy a city for to a stranger. It hurt him beyond words, your playful teasing and bubbly affirmations were ripped from his life so abruptly it was like his organs had been ripped out.

“Chan I fucking love her, I didn’t realize until I lost her. Her friends only see me as a player because of the whole Heejin thing. I wish Heejin just explained that we’re cool now so I have a chance at winning my Bubbles back.” Chan nodded solemnly.

“I know Lix, I hope she lets you explain soon I hate seeing you like this.”

Jisung overheard the conversation and had an idea, he walked over, bending down he whispered it to Chan with an expression that just screamed that he was some kind of love genius. “Han, that is so stupid it might just work.” Chan called a meeting for the five other house residents to join them at the couches. Operation Y/Nlix was in motion.

As night fell you sat in bed once again sadly watching Legally Blonde. You were about ready to recite the perm monologue as a loud thud of something hitting your window startled you. Going over to gaze out you couldn’t believe your eyes. Out on your apartment complex lawn stood all eight SKZ house residents holding up signs reading Y/N please hear Felix out! We beg! Felix held up his own sign, I know I’m an ass, just one chance please. Once they noticed you were looking at them Changbin cued up a speaker and I Want You Back by the Jackson 5 began blaring out for the whole neighborhood to hear. The girls all piled into your room and gave you the affirmative to go talk to him. You raced down the stairs to run over to the dancing and singing men.

“Fine! Five Minutes.”

“Y/N uh shit I didn’t think this would work. Okay so I had been having a rough day just after we met and I couldn’t understand how someone could have so much energy and be just so positive all of the time. Your adorable ways of finding some good in everything honestly scared me. That’s why I’d ranted about you. I’m sorry.” He clutched your hands and had tears swelling up in his brown eyes, you gave him a nod and a small sad smile.

“That doesn’t explain why you never told me about the Heejin situation. Ya know considering I have several mutual friends with her.”

“Heejin and I talked things out in the spring, she liked me more than I liked her. We discussed how it was a whole misunderstanding.” He paused at your raised brow and doubtful expression. “I’m being serious, it was really a one sided crush and her being genuinely hurt. I understand that finding out someone you liked not liking you back really sucks and how she felt led on. I apologized and we’re cool now, she and I aren’t friends but we’re not enemies either.”

“Mkay I’ll take your word for it for now, you have some work to do to earn my trust back but I’m willing to give you a second chance.” His lanky arms engulfed you and he began rocking you side to side his laugh and smile warmed your heart once again. You knew he would have you falling for him all over again, and the thought didn’t scare you like it used to. It didn’t terrify you, it filled you with hope that your happy ending may actually exist this time around.

The cool autumnal air began to make you shiver as the seasons changed, the semester’s end was closing in as the days flew by. The warmth of summer’s end was something you yearned for as you pulled your jacket closer to your body, your steps increased in speed as you made your way to the cafe you had met Soobin at previously. He had asked you on another date, one you had thought would be another friendly hang out. What you didn’t seem to realize was that your cheerful disposition had enamored the tall, bespectacled boy. He saw you as a radiant, angelic, hilarious, and of course beautiful girl. Someone whose mission it was to make those around her always happy. His analysis of you wasn’t incorrect by any means, however you were not reciprocative of his feelings.

To you Soobin was sweet and adorable. His catlike smile, cute laugh, and goofy personality made you feel like he was someone you could be comfortable around. His energy was fairly similar to yours in a way that made you feel like you’d met yourself but as a boy. This made catching feelings for him a challenge for you, so alas Soobin’s crush on you was unrequited. Today, he was going to confess, so he had asked you to join him for coffee.

“Oh Soobin you didn’t have to buy my coffee for me!” You admonished as you sat across from him at the campus coffee shop. The pastel wall decor seemed to give you an angelic glow as he shyly smiled at you.

“Of course I did angel! I invited you here after all! Now I have something I need to tell you.” You nodded and took a sip of the caramel flavored latte he had picked for you. You let out a soft sigh at the warm feeling it put in your chest after the cold air had frozen your bones during your walk. “Y/N, I-I like you um a lot. You’re beautiful, kind, funny, a wonderful listener, a genuinely wonderful person. I was wondering if I could get the chance to take you on an actual date?” His warm eyes reflected his desire for an affirmation that you reciprocated his emotions.

“Oh wow Soobin I. I don’t know what to say. You are a wonderful guy, I genuinely do like your friendship a lot! You are someone I like being around. But, I just don’t see you the same way, I’m sorry.” You hung your head down apologetically and looked over to him to make sure he was okay. He nodded and gave you a half smile showing his dimples. You reached across the table for his hands and took them in yours. “I hope we can still be friends! I really like being your friend!” He smiled and nodded at that. You two stood and the tall boy wrapped you in a warm embrace.

“I would love to still be your friend Y/Nnie you are so sweet.”

Meanwhile outside the cafe stood Felix, his dark attire reflecting the darkness that poured into his heart. He saw the way your face nuzzled into the taller male’s chest and how the pair of you seemed to clutch the other’s clothing to get closer. Who was the boy in the glasses? Why were you hugging him like that? Why did he get to hold you? Why were you smiling up at him like that? Why wasn’t it him?

Felix’s inner turmoil began to swell as he watched the exchange, he couldn’t tear his eyes away as you and the taller boy interacted so happily. As you pulled away from Soobin your eyes locked with the brooding male’s through the cafe glass. Your eyes widened in surprise as the Australian visibly sighed and began to walk away, his head held low. You quickly excused yourself and bolted after the boy calling his name.

“Felix! FELIX! WAIT!” His steps only seemed to grow faster as he marched away. Panic began to creep into your mind as you picked up the pace. You grabbed his shoulder and yanked him to a halt via his jacket. His eyes grew steely as he looked at you.

“Did you just ditch your new boyfriend for me? Not a good look Y/N.” He grumbled as he tried to peel your grip off of him.

“Boyfriend? Huh? Felix, that's Soobin. Ya know? He’s a friend of the girls?” You tilted your head in confusion and scoffed lightly at his conclusion.

“You two looked awfully close. That’s all I’m saying Y/N.” His hair shook and his eyes grew cold and harsh as he cocked his head toward you.

“You almost always never call me by my first name what’s going on with you?” Your eyes grew pleading and you began to wring your hands anxiously as you silently begged for an explanation.

“Y/N, you offered me a very public second chance, then not even a week later I am seeing you acting like another man’s girlfriend. I thought I made it clear to you-” He cut himself off, shaking his head and scuffing the toe of his black combat boot against the ground. He let out a heavy sorrow filled sigh and slowly began to walk away. “Forget it. I’m happy for you, I’ll see you in stats.” Before he could step away your hands caught his wrist and you tugged him toward you.

“Made what clear to me Felix? You’re jumping to conclusions like it’s an Olympic sport here! I’m confused.” You looked at him, your eyes swimming with hurt and confusion. With Felix everything felt one step forward, five steps back. You never seemed to move past the hurt you both felt from the party incident.

“Y/N don’t. Don’t do this.” His voice was barely a murmur.

“Do what Felix?”

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what Felix don’t play games with me.” Your voice grew laced with agitation and annoyance. He wasn’t like this what was going on? Who was this aggravated almost gangster like boy you knew as your friend? Why was he sad yet angry?

“Please don’t make me admit how fucking in love with you I am.” With that you grabbed his face and pulled him into a heavy tear soaked kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of his hands found its home holding your waist and the other cupped your cheek. Your lips danced against one another as soft giggles and smiles made the kiss grow more playful.

“You didn’t think I loved you too Grumpy Pants?” You teased as he sneakily tried to grope your butt with his hand. “Aye paws off the goods mister!” You laughed.

“Well I clearly wasn’t thinking correctly seeing as you basically just swept me off my feet Bubbles.” He poked your cheek and wrapped his arms around you swaying you side to side gently. The cold autumnal air made you shiver slightly.

“Y/N! Glad to see you found your person!” Soobin cut into your moment as he called from the cafe doorway. Your cheeks grew flushed as you hid your face into Felix’s neck. The boy just laughed and gave Soobin a nod as an acknowledgment. The next thing you knew your phone in your pocket began buzzing like a swarm of bees as your friends were all informed by the tall dark haired male of what happened. Felix encouraged you to check the texts. The only one that jumped out was Heejin on instagram wishing you well, she said she was happy that you as a mutual friend of hers found happiness. She also said she wanted you and Felix to find happiness together. It was sweet and you sent along your thanks.

The rest of the messages were just congratulatory ones from the SKZ boys and ITZY girls. As well as some teasing from both groups to not make them uncles and aunts any time soon. A smile graced your lips and you tilted your head as to give Felix another chaste kiss.

“My place or yours baby?” You whispered into his ear.

“For what angel?” He smirked thinking you were implying a rendezvous.

“Snuggles, video games, avoiding our project, and some snacking! What else?” You laughed as you saw a blush creep across his cheeks. “Oh you pervert! You wanted to hook up? At least ask me to be your girlfriend and buy me dinner first!” You bopped his shoulder and acted all scandalized which made Felix grow even more red faced and he sputtered out apologies mixed with deflections as to not make a scene.

“Baby! Baby! Okay let’s go get dinner and I’ll get you some flowers and ask you the right way!”

“Hmph. Fine!”

“Bubbles?”

“Yeah Grumpy Pants?”

“I love you!”

“I love you too! Now come on!!!! I want a penguin plushie and my flowers! Did you know penguins propose with rocks?”

“Your lack of good TV as a kid is showing.”

“HEY!” You both bursted into laughter, ear-to-ear grins stretched across your faces as you looked into one another’s eyes with pure adoration.

All was well, except for the fact that the two of you still had to do math work and not get distracted by your infatuation with the other. But, that’s tomorrow’s problem now isn’t it?

#stray kids x reader #lazystarwrites #skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x female reader #idiots to lovers #y/n gurl he loves you #kpop x reader #please reblog

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nokingsonlyfooles · 8 months

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WTYP: The Shandor Building, Part 11

[Do you like the colour of the fanfic? This is long and if you expand it you're gonna get the whole thing, because Tumblr hates you. Don't say I didn't warn you!]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

Part 11: Shake Hands with Gozer

[Beware of strong language, mention of all kinds of death, gore, and Lovecraftian horror.]

[SLIDE: Shandor Studios, with the All Hail Gozer logo.]

[faint sound of a car alarm]

L: Oh, heck, it’s Gandalf…

[chirp-chirp]

[car alarm ceases]

A [dismissive]: You know, this is really not doing it for me anymore. The whole deal. Not even with a camera. No. Fuck it. Your personality is a real turn-off.

R: These chairs are still really comfy, though.

[rumbling, squeaking]

G: [muffled, into phone]: UH-HUH… UH-HUH… IN MY DEFENSE, THEY INSULTED MY DOGS AND SUGGESTED I ASSOCIATE WITH ELON MUSK, ABI… YES, ADMITTEDLY, BUT THERE’S NO NEED TO BE RUDE… MM-HM. WHAT’S IT CALLED? “CLIMATE CHANGE”? [with sudden excitement] OH! “GLOBAL WARMING!” YES! HOW LONG? OH, THAT’S NOT LONG AT ALL! NO, NO, I REALLY APPRECIATE THE IRONY. DIY APOCALYPSE! OH, YES, WE MUST GIVE THEM A CHANCE, MUSTN’T WE? HA-HA-HA. BUT, UH, DO YOU THINK THERE MIGHT BE… A LAKE OF FIRE? EVEN A SMALL ONE? [laughter] WOW! THAT SOUNDS AMAZING!

L: I don’t like where this is going…

A: Rocz, where the hell are my cigarettes?

R: I fed them to a dog.

A: What?

G: SO ABOUT SEVEN BILLION YEARS ON THE OUTSIDE? WELL, I GET BORED, ABI. YOU KNOW I GET BORED. WILL YOU KEEP PODCASTING AND KILLING THE SMARMY MORTAL “JAMES BOND”? HA! ALL RIGHT, I SUPPOSE I WILL MANAGE…

D: Did… Did Abi just say we’re going to keep doing KJB for the next seven billion years…?

L: Sounds like the fate of the world kinda depends on it…

A: Where is my fucking Slimfast bar?

R: Ibid.

V: Will you have a slice of meat bouquet, Lord Alice?

A: [screams]

R: You two gotta stop doin’ that.

Z: Lord Alice is mortal, Vinz Clortho. You are supposed to feed the mortals frozen peas. It is good for them. The demon David Tennant says so.

L: I think you’re a little mixed up about that…

R: Your dimension gets Amazon Prime?

Z: All hell dimensions have Amazon Prime. Where else are we supposed to get our blood plasma?

V: But we have no frozen peas to give, and we must depart our mortal hosts soon!

Z: You may rub our tummies, if you wish. It is good for your mortal brain meat.

L: Aww!

Z: Not you, Vengeful Mortal of Insults!

L: Well, this has been a total fucking waste of time!

A: Get away from me, you smell like Marlboros and despair.

V: It is the Slimfast bar…

Z: You want some of this, Frodo?

D [coldly]: No thank you, Sigourney.

R [warmly]: Good Terror Dogs… Good, good puppies…

G: HA-HA, RIGHT! THESE THINGS HAPPEN! WELL, I’LL SEE YOU AT THE CLUB TONIGHT. CIAO, BESTIE!

L: “Bestie”?

A: [sigh] It’s Mesopotamian rock-paper-scissors, don’t worry about it.

D: To think, all this time, all we had to do was summon Abigail Thorn…

G: VINZ CLORTHO! ZUUL! STOP BOTHERING LORD ABIGAIL’S FRIENDS!

V: Farewell, doughnut-giver!

Z: Never buy copper from Ea-nāṣir!

[electricity, crackling]

MILKSHAKE (M)]: آیا من یک سگ بودم؟ [TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Okay, it’s in Persian, but Google Fonts doesn’t do cuneiform.]

R: Oh, hey, it’s my cats!

PIZZA BOY (P): پدر!

R: Nah, don’t eat that meat bouquet, I have no idea who or what that is…

M: این انصاف نیست.

R: Say, Gozer, is this here permanent?

G: ALL CATS CAN SPEAK WHATEVER LANGUAGE THEY WANT, WHENEVER THEY WANT.

P: Das ist ein süßes Kopftuch.

A: Um… Danke?

M: Никогда больше не трогай мой животик.

A: [snickers]

G: SO! [claps hands] SORRY FOR THIS LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDING. HOW CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU?

[brief pause]

G: WHAT?

[crosstalk, complaining, “We are covered in horse viscera!” “Clean this shit off!” etc.]

G: RIGHT. SORRY.

L: And I want to keep my new van!

G: YOUR VAN BELONGS TO ISHTAR, BUT I’LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO. WOULD YOU LIKE TO FINISH YOUR PODCAST, MORTALS?

A: Oh, yes! Of fucking course we would!

[Rapid scrolling through 10 slides or so before landing on an image of Ivo Shandor.]

A: And in conclusion… Ivo Shandor can eat shit, I’m glad he got ripped in half, art deco architecture is hideous, I disavow everything Sumerian — except Liam’s van and possibly Abi — and billionaires contribute nothing of value to society! [panting] Does anyone have anything else?

L: Pronoun checks will save your fucking life! If any of you out there ever give us shit for the pronoun check ever again, I got a [bleep] with your name on it!

G: SERIOUSLY. THAT COLONEL-SANDERS-LOOKING MOTHERFUCKER SUMMONED ME OUT OF A HOT BATH AND MISGENDERED ME ON PURPOSE — I’M GLAD I RIPPED HIM IN HALF TOO!

R: [drawing devil horns and an unflattering mustache on Shandor with the mouse] We have a segment on this podcast we like to call Safety Third…

A: What?

L: Oh my God, Rocz…

D: Fucking seriously?!

R: I’m sorry, but rigidly adhering to our unhinged podcast format has just saved our lives and possibly the entire world — and if we’d just done our goddamn intros we would’ve avoided that whole mess — so we’re going to do a Safety Third! Alice, the drop, please.

[“Shake hands with danger” drop]

[SLIDE: A pastoral oil painting that seems to be missing a figure with a shepherd's crook.]

G: OOH, THIS LOOKS FUN. CAN I PLAY TOO?

WTYP: NO.

D: And clear the slime out of my awesome control room.

G: OF COURSE.

D [suspiciously]: Be honest with me. If someone were to press a button and cover you in boiling hot lava, would that be an inconvenience?

G: OOH, DO YOU HAVE LAVA? I JUST LOVE LAVA!

D [slowly fading, walking away from the mics]: This has been a fucking waste of time!

[door slam]

R: “Dear Justin, Alice (or name pending)…”

G: IS THERE NOT GOING TO BE ANY LAVA, THEN?

R [with determination]: “Dear Justin, Alice (or name pending), Liam (yay, Liam) and potential Guest.”

G [distorted, too close to the mic]: HELLO, MORTALS! I AM PODCASTING!

L: Shut the fuck up.

R: “...I am an art-restorer by trade, a profession which, I’m sure you know, has its dangers. Apart from the usual face-melting chemicals, we deal with a lot of paintings of dubious provenance, many of which come into our hands with curses or angry spirits attached. It’s a little like working at the humane society. Most of them can be cleaned up and rehabilitated if you’re careful, but a select few will try to kill you. It’s not their fault, but you do always need to be aware of the hazard. For example, the attached image once contained the figure of a little girl who would slowly approach the foreground of the painting over a period of weeks, before crawling out of the frame and attempting to strangle everyone in the room with her shepherd’s crook.”

A: Oh. Yeah. Pretty standard.

L: Get a new bit, ghost children!

G: I TOOK THE FORM OF A DEMONIC LITTLE GIRL ONCE!

A: No one cares.

R: “We gave her a juice box and some crackers, and let her watch a Disney video (Aladdin, but I’m not sure if you can say that)...”

L: Dammit, how many times do we have to tell you? Do not write it if you don’t want Rocz to say it!

A: Was the time he almost finished reciting that Ashanti death curse not enough for you people?

L: You’re just goddamn lucky he mispronounced it!

R: “And now she’s happily attending the local junior high school. A lot of attached spirits are just hungry, or bored, or both, and are easily dealt with. After they’ve lived through a few near-misses like that, some of my colleagues start to become jaded and sloppy. For example, my boss, whom we will call Timothy Q. Jackass (the Q stands for ‘Clueless’)...”

L: Good. Good name.

G: I ONCE GAVE A JACKASS THE GIFT OF PROPHECY!

A: Go away.

G: …HIS NAME WAS TIRESIAS OF THEBES! WHAT? NOTHING? NOBODY?

L: Get some new references.

A: Read another elegy.

G: DO YOU HAVE A RIMSHOT IN HERE…?

A: Touch my laptop and die.

R: “One morning, Mr. Jackass rolled up to the studio with a tinted etching (image not attached for reasons which will become obvious).”

L: Vigo.

A: Fucking Vigo.

G: THAT CARPATHIAN CUNT AND HIS GODDAMN ART COMMISSIONS. NOBODY WANTS TO PAINT YOU, VIGO, NOT WITH THAT HAIRCUT.

[stifled laughter]

G [hopeful]: …OR THOSE SHOES?

A: [clearing throat] Don’t press your luck.

R: “I recognized a certain Carpathian with whom you are no doubt familiar…”

G: HA! YOU CALLED IT!

L: Interrupting is a privilege, and we will mail you a certificate when you have earned it.

R: “...and, of course, I advised Mr. Jackass to douse it in holy oil and set it on fire, as per the established procedure. Imagine my surprise when he told me he wanted me to clean and restore it.”

L: No. Don’t do it.

A: Step away from the abyss.

G: UNIONIZE.

[pause]

G: WHAT? ARE YOU MORTALS FUCKING SCABS?

A: …Alright, I am not autistic — that I know of — but I have no idea how to deal with this situation.

L: You enjoy human suffering but are pro-union?

G: YOU HUMANS WILL TOUCH A CAT’S TOES UNTIL IT BITES YOU OUT OF FRUSTRATION, BUT YOU WILL STILL FEED THEM AND PET THEM.

[pause]

R: Milkshake, Pizza Boy, will you ever forgive me?

M: Lo mismo ocurre con nosotros, cuando os enseñamos el culo antes del amanecer.

R: Is that a yes?

A: All I know is how to order a beer and ceviche…

L: Rocz, for God’s sake, finish the letter so we can get in my van and go home.

R: “I told Mr. Jackass what he could do with his etching, in language that is not very podcast-friendly, and he replied, and I quote, ‘Don’t be a pussy, it’s just an etching. It’s probably Latvian or some shit.’”

G: VIGO THE LATVIAN MAKES A DAMN FINE BLOOD SAUSAGE.

[stifled laughter, a certain amount of snickering]

G [wounded]: WHAT? I AM BEING SERIOUS. SAY WHAT YOU LIKE ABOUT JELLYFISH AND CEPHALOPODS, BUT IF YOU COME AT VIGO THE LATVIAN’S BLOOD SAUSAGE, I WILL END YOU.

[hysterical cackling, even from the cats]

A: Oh, God, oh, fuck no… Xe tried to kill us!

L: And xe’s doin’ it again!

R: It’s called catharsis, Alice! Laugh or cry!

[pandemonium ending in sniffles]

R: Ah… Ah… Oh, God… Lemme see here… “I reiterated my refusal, forcefully, and Mr. Jackass decided he’d teach me a lesson by restoring the etching himself. The next few weeks were remarkably quiet, with regards to Mr. Jackass, save for occasional instances of chanting. He rarely left his office and appeared to be sleeping there. He was also going through a lot of black candles. There was a single attempt to order ‘an unsullied infant boy’ from DoorDash, which was not successful. The next day, Mr. Jackass called in sick, so I figured he was at the exorcist’s and that would be the end of it. Imagine my surprise when I turned on the six o’clock news and found him declaring his candidacy for City Comptroller. From what I could gather, his platform included human sacrifice and a ‘skull throne tax.’ I had my hand on the phone to call an exorcist and report him, but my mean streak got the better of me. ‘Let’s see how this plays out,’ I thought.”

L: Did… Did he win?

R: “Don’t worry. Vigo the Carpathian, running as Mr. Jackass, suffered a resounding defeat and eventual exorcism. However, we restored and reclaimed so many paintings during his extended sabbatical, that before Mr. Jackass even had a chance to dye the blond bleach job out of his hair, the higher ups called him and told him, and I quote, ‘Don’t come back.’ That is how I became head of the art restoration department!”

[cheers, applause]

R: “The moral of this story, if there is one, is, ‘never interrupt your stupid boss when he is making a mistake.’”

G: A MODERN DAY SUN TZU!

R: “Love to you all, and be well.”

A: Aww, that’s actually very nice.

L: I hope Vigo fried that guy’s hair so bad he never recovers.

G: DAMN, I COULD GO FOR SOME BLOOD SAUSAGE.

R: This concludes Safety Third.

[“Shake hands with danger” drop]

R: Does anyone have any commercials?

L: Rocz…

R: Our podcasting format saved the world.

L: Okay, okay, but I got nothin’.

A: Same. You know where you can find us.

L: Right, we live in your basement. We’re watching you right now.

G: SAME!

R: If we want more Gozer the Gozerian, for some reason, where else can we find you?

G: IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!

R: Of course.

[SLIDE: The Amityville Horror House.]

R: Our next episode…

G: OH! OH! WAIT! I ALSO HAVE A TUMBLR!

A: Oh, my God, I have got to get off that hellsite…

R: Our next episode is on the Amityville Horror…

G: OOH, I LOVE THAT ONE! CAN I FIND IT WHEREVER PODCASTS ARE FOUND?

R: Uh…

A [tightly]: Don’t tell xem, just end the episode.

G: WHAT? TELL ME WHAT?

L: End the episode! END IT BEFORE DEVON HITS THE LAVA BUTTON!

G: HI MOM! HI GRANDMA! I LOVE YOU!

[soothing public domain music]

D [not drunk enough to stop being annoyed but still very drunk]: This is Future Devon… Fuck, I mean Present Devon. I have consumed all the liquor and ice cream I demanded from Gozer, and I am going to bed. If, as I suspect, this has all been an epic-length fanfiction from the diseased brain of some individual out there on the internet, when I wake up in the morning, I expect not to exist. This version of me, I mean. So, I would just like to take this opportunity to say: Fuck you. You will die alone. The pet raven in no way makes up for any of this bullshit — although I cherish him and have named him after Sir Ian McKellen. All these fucking Chekov’s guns all over the place, and you didn’t let me use my lava button even once. I will never forgive you for this. I am so done with podcasting, and everything Sumerian, but apparently I still have several billion years of Kill James Bond to go. [sigh] Okay.

[shuffling, sound of a laptop closing]

D: Come on, Sir Ian, let’s go to oblivion.

[long pause]

SIR IAN (I): This is Sir Ian, I am the raven who is talking now, my pronouns are he and him, and I thought you’d all like to know I work for Pazuzu. Don’t tell Dev, it would only upset them. I suppose I’ll put this up on the Patreon for them…?

[click]

[END OF TRANSCRIPT]

[And if ya liked that, I got a whole serialized story for ya. You let me work with my own characters and I get even more unhinged, just so's ya know.]

Thanks for reading!

#wtyp #well there's your problem #ghostbusters #long reads #fanfic #fanfiction #crossover fic #gozer the gozerian #alice caldwell-kelly #liam anderson #justin roczniak #devon #engineering disasters #podcast

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chronic-crassicaudiosis · 2 months

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Before reading this, just be aware that I'm not a good person nor I want to be one and I'm also an only child which makes me just unpleasant to be around.

I'm gonna put a read more because turns out this ended being way longer than I expected. It's just a rant and idk if it even makes sense.

I have to start the TFG (idk how to say in English sorry) and we have the idea and everything and I don't want to be mean but I'm not going to let anyone (we are 3) take control of the graphic design.

But yesterday I went to the movies AND WHILE I WAS THERE CRYING MY EYES OUT, One of the members of the group (I'll just call they MG) sent an icon to the group chat. AN UGLY ICON IN JPG

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT EVEN IF THE ICON WAS OK WE COULDN'T USE A FUCKING JPG FOR AN ICON??

Like please I'm not asking for a SVG, just a PNJ would be better or at least show me that you have some minimum knowledge of IMG formats (that where part of the course).

I haven't said anything yet, and I understand that the way that we have structured the work MG is not going to do much and they just want to contribute more but this is my territory (I know my Tumblr is ugly but I made it in 2011 and also idc).

Like I have Photoshop knowledge, a wacom, a fucking iPad that I bought just to draw on procreate...

Also we spoke yesterday morning about starting working on the project next Monday ... So what is this back stabbing sending ugly stuff when I'm out ?????

The thing is, MG sent a bunch of icons and I'm sure they spent some time doing them but I just don't like them, they are basic and not centered and Idk how to proceed.

I don't want to wait until Monday because I don't want to make them lose more time 'designing' more logos but also don't want to make it a competition (for me it already is) and start to send back stuff too.

I just wish MG hadn't sent anything so we could just work as a group and think some concepts together or just leave that part for later since right now is not important.

We have so much to do first before starting to think about icons and logos ... This is so stupid

If they send anything more to the chat, I think I'll just tell MG to wait till Monday so we can discuss it the 3 of us.

Also the other member of the group, I've known him for longer and I don't think it is fair to go to him behind MGs back to tell him this. I don't want to be shady, this is just my imaginary beef.

One last thing is I think we have like a solid idea but we have to still refine it and make it work before making it 'pretty' like now is not the time for that

Bitch

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mysteryman-17 · 8 months

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* THE EMPRESS 99ATK 99DEF * Eight lives down, one to go.

Time’s End is an AHIT/Undertale crossover AU of sorts, taking place in the aftermath of a timeline where you lose the final boss fight against Mustache Girl. You can find the write-up here! In addition, you can find the write-ups for the Neutral Endings and TimeWarp Route Requirements on Google Drive! The logo for Time's End was designed by @bittybattybunny. She's an incredible artist, be sure to check out their work here on Tumblr and over on Twitter!! (if it hasn't imploded by the time you're reading this post anyhow lmao.) This track was commissioned from Shade over on SoundCloud. Be sure to check out his work too! Also I'm not even gonna lie. I initially couldn't come up with a good title for this one to save my dick… so BIG thanks to Jacket of Diamonds over on SoundCloud for the name. I'm a real mf Asgore when it comes to naming things X'D

Motifs:

Rush Hour

Empress Conflict

Main Theme/Title Screen

You can also listen to this track in high quality on the AU’s SoundCloud here! The rest of the description is underneath the Read More.

The Empress takes the role of Undyne. She already had a major sense of resentment to Bow Kid before (however misplaced it may have initially been,) but as her cat goons are mercilessly whittled down to nothing in the Genocide route… something finally snaps, beyond the point of no return. She's consumed by the urge for vengeance for not just herself, but for all of her Nyakuza (the only ones she even remotely cared about aside from herself.) Armed with a prototypical battle suit, she will use her final stand to make Bow pay for ever crossing her gang. …Unfortunately for her however, the battle suit's own inherent teething troubles -- combined with the poorly-executed tech alterations not helping matters -- means that it's eventually unable to withstand anymore damage, suffering a critical error and beginning to self-destruct. The Empress winds up going out in such a blaze of glorious fury, there aren't even any ashes left where she once stood.

A bit later than I said I'd share it, but here's the AU's BAATH replacement! Similarly to the BTERTD replacement, I mentioned The Final Antasma Battle from Mario & Luigi Dream Team as a stylistic reference for this track when commissioning it (parallels to the MEGALOVANIA + I thought it was fitting for Empress, especially in Genocide.) Doubt I'll ever release it, but this time I also provided a "test" mashup of sorts with some of the ideas I was looking for. Shade took everything and ran with it in GLORIOUS fashion. I deliberately went with very non-traditional choices here, and he knocked it right out of the park -- and even improved on my initial idea in a fair few regards! Not much else left to say, so I hope y'all enjoy! (P.S. On a more general sidenote, I'm genuinely surprised that next to NO ONE has touched Pascal's unused AHIT OSTs in remixes, let alone as a motif in one, in the year that they've existed online. Like come on, y'all have some fresh material RIGHT THERE yo!!)

#a hat in time au #ahit au #ahit empress #the empress #deltarune #undertale #undertale au #ahit time's end au #time's end au #AHIT:TE!AU #a hat in time music #ahit music #music #audio #Battle Against a True Hero

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canirove · 2 years

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Meu Amor | Chapter 16

Author's note: The first part of this chapter was written last week because, let's be honest... That Nike photo was too good to not use it somehow 🤷🏼‍♀️😅

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"I need to ask you for a favour" Rúben says when he's done with his phone call.

"Ok" I say, putting down my book.

"I need you to help me with some last minute work stuff. But I first need to go into the city to pick what I need. Do you want to come?"

"Can we stop at that bakery from the other day? I'm craving something sweet and here in Portugal you have so many options."

"You are... craving?"

"Yes, I'm... Oh, no no no. Not like that. It's not like that" I quickly say, noticing how wide Ruben's eyes have gone. "I actually got my period this morning, that's why I'm in the mood to eat my weight in chocolate or anything similar."

"Oh, ok. Sorry" he chuckles. "We'll stop at the bakery, then. And if you need anything else, just let me know."

"I'll probably need a nap after lunch. While cuddling."

"Your whishes are my commands, meu amor."

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"You can't be serious" I whisper to Rúben. "You want me to take a photo of you... wearing that?"

"Not this one, I don't like the colour" he says, looking at the underwear on his hands. When he said we were coming to the Nike shop, I thought it was to get some work out clothes, not... This.

"Whatever the colour you wear, do you really expect me to take a proper photo of you on your underwear? Me? And when my hormones are throwing a party and making me think... Things?"

"You've done it before" he shrugs. "And you are constantly thinking... Things."

"But those photos were just for me. Us. Not for the world to see. And did you just call me horny?"

"Are you not?" he says, arching an eyebrow.

"I... You... Idiot" I say, hitting his arm. Oh God, his arm. His big and strong arm and... Maybe he is right. Maybe I am constantly thinking things. But it is his fault.

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"Ok, so... How do we do it?"

"They said something casual, and the logo has to be seen."

"As if anyone is gonna pay attention to the logo" I snort.

"Someone will" Ruben smirks. "I thought I could sit over there and do some abs? That corner of the garden looks nice."

"Again. No one is gonna pay attention to the background."

"You are not helping, meu amor."

"Hey, you knew what you were getting when you asked me to do this" I shrug. "And you are lucky I'm dying inside, because if I wasn't, I would have already thrown myself at you."

"We can leave this for later if you are in pain" he says with a concerned look while putting a lock of hair behind my ear. Why is he so cute?

"I'm fine, don't worry. And the sooner we do this, the sooner I can eat that chocolate thing I bought while you give me cuddles."

"Ok" he chuckles, giving my nose a little kiss. Too cute. "Does this look good?" he says, getting into position.

"The light is perfect" I say, already taking some photos. "But you always look good, Rúben. Always"

"Thank you, meu amor" he says with a big smile, looking directly into the camera while I take another photo. I am keeping that one for myself.

"And?" he says after a bit, putting his arms on the grass and leaning back, looking glorious.

"One minute" I say, taking as many photos of him on that position as I can. "The logo isn't properly showing, tho."

"Shit" he says. And when he moves to make sure everything is in place... That's our photo. We got it.

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"This is it. You are gonna break Instagram when you share this. And Tumblr. And Twitter. It should be posted with a warning. They may even censor it!" I say before giving my chocolate pastry another huge bite. My God, it tastes so good.

"Are you sure, meu amor?" he says, looking at the photo. "Nike has to say yes first."

"They will say yes. If they don't, they should go check their sight. It is perfect, Rúben. Casual like they wanted, and you can see the product. The underwear is there too, I guess."

That makes him laugh, and I just shrug. I don't think anyone will disagree with me.

"Do I hit send, then?" he asks.

"Do it. And if they don't like it, I'll frame it and put it on my bedside table."

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"I thought you weren't going to make it!" I say when I see Taylor and Charlie at the airport.

"I know, I know. I'm not flying with that company ever again" she says, giving me a hug. "Where is Mr. Dias?"

"Outside on a phone call."

"I was hoping his big and strong arms would carry my suitcase."

"Hey!" Charlie says.

"As if you didn't droll over them too" Taylor says with a cheeky smile.

"My brother and my mum also do it" I shrug. "But c'mon, you are probably dying to get a shower and eat something."

"And to see that gorgeous house where we are staying. Does Rúben has bad taste picking anything?"

"Just the club he plays for" I laugh.

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"That was the best dinner I've ever had. Thank you, Rúben" Charlie says.

"You're welcome" he replies with a smile.

"Now that our bellies are full and we all are happy," Taylor says "I think it's time Charlie and I shared some news with you two."

"Go ahead, you tell them" Charlie says.

"Ok. So, by the end of the year, maybe the beginning depending on how they are feeling... Someone else will be joining us!"

"Someone else?" I say. "Wait! No! Are you...?"

"Yep. I'm pregnant!"

"Oh my God, Taylor!" I say, getting up of my chair faster than ever and going to give her a hug. "Oh my God, you are pregnant! How? When?"

"I think you are pretty familiar with the how" she says with a smirk, looking at Rúben. "And when, almost 4 months ago."

"I... Wow. I'm so happy for you two. Truly" I say, starting to get emotional.

"You are gonna be the best aunt. And you the best uncle if you want" she says, giving Rúben another look.

"It'll be an honor, thank you. And congratulations" he says, also getting up and giving Charlie a hug.

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"I still can't believe Taylor is pregnant" I say as I get in bed and tuck myself next to Rúben. "She's always liked kids, but she never mentioned anything about wanting them. I mean, she still doesn't like calling Charlie her boyfriend."

"Does he call her his girlfriend?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, whatever they have going on, it works for them and they are happy."

"They are" I say. "But... Wow. Taylor is going to be a mum."

"Do you want to be a mum one day?"

"Are we really having this conversation?" I chuckle.

"Why not? I'm not gonna ask you to marry me tomorrow and start making babies, we need more practice."

"A lot more of practice."

"A lot more" he says with a cheeky smile. "But you know me, I want to do things right. So I want to know where do you stand regarding all these things."

"I know I want to be a mum one day. But I also know there are things I need to do first. Goals I want to achieve."

"Work related?"

"Yes. I don't know yet if behind or in front of the camera. But I don't want to stay as just an assistant. I want more."

"Good. How many kids do you want?"

"I don't know. But at least two. I want them to have someone to play with and always be by their side. You?"

"Same. But I wouldn't mind having three or four."

"Of course you wouldn't" I say, rolling my eyes. "You don't have to carry them inside you for 9 months and then give birth to them."

"True. You should have the last word" he says, kissing my head. "Let's settle on two and then whatever happens."

"Ok. And thank you."

"Do you want to get married? Before or after the kids? Religious or not?"

"Rúben" I laugh again.

"What?"

"You do like planning everything, don't you?"

"I do, yes. You should already know how throughout I'm with everything. Just like you."

"I should, yeah. And... I guess I don't mind if it's before or after, religious or not. Those things aren't that important to me. What matters is that it happens with the man I love and the one I want to spend the rest of my life with."

"Aww, look at you. Who thought you could say romantic things" Rúben says, teasing me.

"Rude" I say, hitting him on the chest. Ugh, his chest.

"But whoever that man is, he is a very lucky one."

"You tell me" I say, moving to look him in the eyes. "Because you are the man I was thinking about when I said that."

"Really?" he says, his hand on my face, caressing my cheek.

"Really. I love you, Rúben. I love you like I've never loved anyone before. I don't know when we will get married or have kids. Or even if those things will happen. But what I do know, what I have zero doubts about... Is that whatever happens and whatever the future holds, I want it all to happen with you by my side. You and only you."

"I love you too, meu amor" he says, kissing me in a way that tells me that he feels the same as I do.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fanfic #football fanfic #football imagine

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eyesocketinchworm · 11 months

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im not sure if tumblr is healthy for me theyre gonna keep me in the ward for longer

shhhh they don’t have to know just don’t finger paint the tumblr logo or anything in ur next assignment

#asks

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grimmbitty · 5 months

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Handmade DC intro title card for a Shazam film that I made up!!⚡️

This post is kinda interesting because I have not tried my hand at video editing in a while. I’m hoping to get one of my friends to help me install photoshop on my computer so I can remake this sequence with actual 3D assets. But for now? They’re hand drawn in procreate.

I thought I would share some behind the scenes of how I made this for anyone who might be interested in doing something similar! :D

[ Behind the Scenes Info Below ⬇️ ]

Okay so I decided to make this intro as kinda like a “ooh what if I made my own Shazam film? How would I do the opening DC title? I would want it to be like a dark and spooky night, then have the camera be panning down through the clouds. Then I could easily transition into the opening scene because that takes place during a dark and stormy night. OOoOoO.”

But first, in order to do that I had to make modifications to the DC logo. I didn’t want to use any premade 3D assets they had; I wanted to make my own. However, I don’t currently have photoshop, so I had to improvise and make a 2D logo kinda look 3D with some extra layers and shading tricks. I did this in procreate, but any art app will do really. Just keep your preferred perspective in mind.

Then after I was done with making sure my perspective was all good and in check I then proceeded to decorate the hell out of the logo with a bunch of clipping masks lol. I just slapped a bunch of different things on there. Some lense flares, some random brushes, some multiply layers, whatever. I didn’t really have a plan in mind when I did this I just kinda went with the vibes.

Then after that I made another file where I just worked on the little sparkle effect that I added in. For the sparkle effect I just picked like a default brush in procreate that looked pretty and then animated it to do a little slide across the letter “D”.

Next, I did some work on the backgrounds. I made sure to have really “tall” files so that way I could make them slide down in my video editor. This kinda gives that vibe that we are descending through the clouds, hopefully towards an establishing shot, for our opening scene, for our fake movie.

I made two parts for this. One animated background where I changed to opacity of the backlight for each frame to kinda give the illusion that lightning was peaking through the clouds. The second was just some clouds that I was gonna overlay on top of the DC logo, so it just felt more like everything was in the scene together.

I would provide video examples of this, but tumblr only allows me to upload one video per post. And if you’re wondering what brushes I used to this? I just googled “Procreate free cloud brushes” and downloaded the top result.

The ones I’m using are made by an artist named DI, and I got them off of gumroad. Info for their socials provided in the third image below.

And then once I had all of those assets together I just edited them all together in a program called HitFilm Express. I used to like it a lot since it’s free, and I used to use it to edit YouTube videos. That was back when I used to upload my Minecraft videos with my friends online lol. However, recently HitFilm has put a lot of features I used to use behind a paywall so :/. I’m probably going to look for alternatives sometime soon.

Normally I don’t mind being restricted in some sense for a free program, but they disabled the ability to fade clips in and out, and I think that’s a vital tool. It’s a shame to see it locked behind a paywall because I used it in pretty much all my projects.

And lastly the audio! I just found free to use clips of rain sounds, thunder claps, and then some ambient music. The track you can hear in this short clip is the intro to the song Redeye - Green House (1994). The artist is also known as Tobias Beldermann if any of you guys were curious where I got that from.

Buttttt yeah! That’s about all I have for showing you guys how I made my little 5 second clip. I’m not really one who’s qualified to make “tutorials” in any sense, because most of what I post online is just me dicking around and having fun, so I don’t want to be super serious. But, I also like showing my process just so if anyone out there is maybe interested in doing something similar, well then they have some ideas for where to start.

Anyways, if you guys want to read my first couple scenes for my Shazam story Shazam:City of Brotherly Love I’m going to link it here.

It’s still a work in progress, and if I end up doing any edits I’m just going to make them to the the post itself. Just because it’s not really worth it to me, posting almost identical chapters/scenes over, and over again lol.

Okiii byyeee!! I hope you enjoyed!! ~✨

#dc comics #dc universe #dceu #dc fanart #dcu #dca fandom #captain marvel dc #shazam #shazam 2019 #digital art #digital illustration #shazam:cobl #captain marvel #fawcett comics

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ichigopanhpff · 2 years

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Someday... Chapter 5: Room of Memories

[Last Chapter] -- [Masterlist]-- [Next Chapter]

Happy belated birthday to Mitsuya!

Sorry for the radio silence! I feel like I've just been posting stories up and gtfo of Tumblr. I recently started a new job and spent this whole time onboarding. This was a job I'd been wanting for a very long time so I'm gonna be working hard at it!

I'll still be posting stories up here, don't you worry. After "Someday..." finishes (which will be next week), I'll figure out the frequency in putting up "Sonata." The first chapter's surprisingly gotten a lot of reads and likes.

🎵BGM: GLAY "Happiness" | Lyric Translations

Warnings: Light alcohol consumption.

She gently set her gear bag on the couch in her office and plopped down beside it with an exhausted, heavy sigh, waving the t-shirt she wore to cool down from being outside. Ever since Mitsuya’s debut, requests for her services have steadily increased. She’d been running on fumes and was a job away from fully burning out. Feeling her eyelids get heavy, she shut them for a brief moment of reprieve and heard her door swing open with the vibration of the glass on steel frame.

“No,” she moaned, not caring who it was who came in. “No more gigs. I’m taking a month off to become a shut-in.”

“I know. You’ve been booked up to your eyeballs,” Ryota’s voice soothed with care and moved her bag to the floor so he could sit next to her. “I brought healing items.”

Lazily opening one eye, she saw a paper delivery box decorated with Beard Papa’s logo sitting on the low table. (Y/N) flashed a tired, grateful smile at her assistant.

“Have I told you you complete me?”

Dragging herself to sit upright with maximum effort, she let out another sigh when her assistant handed her a cream puff. She sunk her teeth into the sweet treat like a kid enjoying it for the first time, getting powdered sugar on the corners of her mouth.

“Oh sweet life giver of joy, carbohydrates and complex sugars,” she mumbled with a full mouth of pastry. “I will never forsake you.”

“How was the last job?” he asked before biting into his puff.

“The usual,” she took another bite of the treat. “The models were super cool and nice, but the clothes weren’t that interesting. They’re just copycats of what Mitsuya did, with a Harajuku-ish flare.”

Ryota let out a wondering hum and let his gaze wander to the magical looking dress hanging at the far end of the room.

“What are you gonna do with it?” he gestured to the garment.

“Return it, I guess?” she shrugged and finished her cream puff. “But after what happened… I dunno anymore.” Wiping her hands and mouth clean of powdered sugar, she reached for her phone to check her schedule for tomorrow. Her breath immediately hitched in her throat as her eyes widened with nervousness.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ryota as he finished his treat.

She slumped back onto the couch with a thud and leaned on her left like some kind of mob boss. She’d been drowning with so much work lately, she didn’t realize those two things were coming up so soon. Slathering her hands on her face, she dragged her fingers down agonizingly slow with a guttural groan and tilted her head up to the ceiling of her office. Rolling her line of sight back down to the dress currently hanging at the far end of the room, she sighed heavily again.

“His birthday’s in two days…”

“Well, then. All the more reason for you to see him,” her assistant pointed out with a small smile and a worried look. “You can’t keep going like this. It’s not good for your mental health.”

Continuing to glare at the hung dress, (Y/N) finally stood from her seat with a slap of her palms on her thighs and made her way over to it; she decided she’s wallowed in her crapulence enough.

“Fuck it,” she muttered and clicked her tongue. Carefully placing it back into the garment bag, she folded it in half and stuffed it back into the box it came in along with the shoes. “Tell anyone looking for me I’ll be out. Call it a mental health day or something.”

“You got it.”

Carrying the black box with both hands, she opened the door to her office with the push of her back; Ryota called for her one last time.

“If you really still love Mitsuya-san, tell him directly,” he advised with kindness. “Don’t hold these unspoken words close to your chest anymore.”

Flashing him a small smile, she made her way out. After a 20 minute taxi ride, (Y/N) arrived at the front entrance of the studio. Taking a breath to steady her heart, she approached the narrow entrance and pressed the button on the intercom for his office while juggling the box with one arm. A loud buzz rung out at the door seconds later, allowing her entry. Looking around for an elevator, she suddenly remembered the building was a walk up.

“Right…”

She huffed and readjusted her hold on the box tightly before ascending five flights of stairs. How the hell did she used to do this so easily?! Heavily stomping the last few steps, she finally arrived at the door to his studio huffing and dripping with sweat. Using her right foot to knock by kicking it, she could hear Mitsuya’s soft footsteps approaching to open the door.

“De… Delivery…” she tiredly gasped out, feeling the lactic acid build in her biceps and quads from fatigue.

“(Y/N)?” he asked with a tone of confusion. After what happened at the party with Draken, he thought he’d never see or hear from her again.

“Can you please take this box?!” she said in one breath as her temper began to flare. “It’s stupidly heavy!”

Exclaiming with surprise, he relieved her of the package and set it to a spare table near the door. She let out a long sigh of relief and stretched out her arms from holding it in the same position for so long, hearing her shoulder joints pop and crack. Mitsuya came back not too long after and got a better look at her wearing a flowy wide neck white t-shirt with loose fitting ripped jeans and sneakers, a big contrast from what she wore during the office meeting.

“D-Do you wanna come in for a bit? It’s pretty hot out.”

He held the door open for her to enter, to which she hesitantly accepted; everything still looked close to the same. The walls were a faded off white, but it gave the workspace character. Busts lined up on one corner in the makeshift changing room with the soft sunlight filtering in from the wide windows, illuminating a nearly finished wedding gown dressed on one of the busts. Rolls of fabrics and other items filled the cubby shelves that lined along the walls; pieces from his debut line hung on hangers on the clothing rack they built together.

A laptop sat at his desk beside various fabric swatches, pencils and scattered sketchbooks; a sewing machine can be found mounted to the far left. Above the couch hung a framed promotional poster of his debut line with a group shot of the models she did. (Y/N) made herself comfortable on the worn out leather couch beside a smaller clothing rack, feeling the cool upholstery on her backside from the air conditioner.

“Here.” She looked up to see the lilac hair streaked man hand her a small plastic bottle of chilled green tea from the mini fridge. Quietly thanking him, she took it and took a big gulp from it after twisting the cap off.

“What’s in the box?” he asked.

“The dress from the other night…” she quietly responded and rolled her lips in. “Figured I should return it.”

“Oh…” he said with a slight tone of disappointment, making her arch up an eyebrow of confusion.

“You said it’s a prototype for your couture line, no?”

“I’m still drafting up concepts for it, but that dress…” His lavender gaze wandered back to her. “It’s one of a kind… made for you.”

She raised her eyebrows and fiddled with the bottle cap with an incredulous look.

“Well, now I feel like an idiot.”

“Sorry ‘bout that…” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “But I wasn't completely lying: I was testing out how the fabric would hold up. If I told them the truth, they’d never stop asking me questions.”

“Fair…” she agreed.

“If you don’t mind…” Mitsuya paused for a beat. “Can you put it on for me? I actually wanna make some adjustments.”

“Right now?”

“U-Unless you’re busy today,” he quickly responded, not wanting to be pushy considering what happened the last time they were alone.

“I’m supposed to be, but I made an executive decision to take the rest of the day off.” (Y/N) drew out a long breath. “I’ve been booked with non-stop fashion shoots thanks to you.”

“Business is good, I guess,” he let out an airy chuckle and watched his former lover drag herself off of the couch to grab the dress from the box. Walking to the far end of the studio, she pulled the curtain around for privacy to change. Hearing the shuffling of clothes from the other side, Mitsuya prepared the standing platform in the middle of his workspace and grabbed his tools. Draping the measuring tape around his neck, he refilled the pin cushion on his wrist with extra needles and heard the curtain pull back. His gaze widened with surprise, fully focused and drank in her glamour basking in the golden hour lighting of the sun.

He only managed to cast glances her way the night of the party and all he remembered was the dressed fit close to how he imagined it on her. The fabric color caught the light perfectly and the train he added to the dress ended up being a good choice on his end in order to make it a little flashy and flowy.

Her bare feet quietly pattered across the studio bashfully toward him, gathering the fabric to the sides of her hips so it wouldn’t drag on the floor sans heels. Carefully stepping up on the elevated platform, she let the dress hang loose in one swift motion. All he could do was dumbly stare in awe with his mouth ajar.

“Um, Mitsuya?” She waved her hand in front of his face. “Helllooo?”

He finally blinked a few times and cleared his throat, apologizing for dazing out. The lilac streak haired man ruffled his locks and looked away to gather his emotions.

“You just… You look very beautiful,” he shyly murmured to himself with a small blush and walked behind her to pin parts of loose fitting fabric around her hip area. “Arms up… Hm… got a little leaner here.”

“Been keeping up with the work out,” she beamed with pride.

“I should get back into it,” Mitsuya sighed lethargically, catching a glimpse at his now scrawny biceps with the light showing of stretch marks on his skin where his more defined muscles used to be from his youth. When they were still together, they did workout routines as a way to do more things with each other on their days off so they weren't slothing away into the grind of adulthood.

He continued to analyze the dress in silence, fully concentrating on the areas that need to be taken in. She noticed his physique was a lot thinner since she saw him last; the bones on his wrist and hands were protruding more.

Was he eating properly? Getting enough sleep? She didn’t like seeing this emaciated version of him.

“So…” she awkwardly drew out with her eyes darting around the office interior. “What are you doing for your birthday?”

“Hm?” He looked up with a blank look on his face and blinked a few times before it hit him. “Ah… It’s that time already?”

“You forgot your own birthday?” she asked in disbelief.

“You’ve done that too.”

“But that’s expected…”

He let out a quick snort before looking at his handiwork. “Okay…” he nodded. “I don’t need to take in much so it’ll be done quick.”

“How long did it take you to make this?”

“When did I go by your office to look over the proofs?”

“Like, close to three, four weeks ago?”

“’Bout that much time then.”

“… Weren’t you in the middle of setting up the show?” she asked with furrowed brows in astonishment. “And how do you even have my measurements?”

Mitsuya shot her a knowing look. “I’d like to think I know every part of you. Very well, might I add,” he boasted with a confident and mischievous glint in his light purple eyes.

Just as she opened her mouth to speak, she immediately snapped it back shut and rolled her lips in with a light dust of pink on her cheeks and huffed a breath through her nose with a small pout. All he could do was smirk and offered his hand for her to grab as she stepped down from the platform. She quietly thanked him before going back to change into her own clothes and reemerged moments later to hand him the dress, making sure none of the holding pins fell out.

“You never answered my question,” she said again with slight hesitation. “About your birthday.”

“How ‘bout dinner?” he suggested.

“Any place you wanna go?”

“Kinda want a home cooked meal. I've been too tired to do it myself lately.”

“Oh… Oh.” (Y/N) looked up at him with widened eyes before darting it back down to a random spot in the room, fidgeting with the tips of her fingers with unease and nibbled on the edge of her bottom lip. “Uh… I-I dunno ‘bout that…”

“We could do it at your place instead if it makes you more comforta—”

“Your place is fine,” she quickly cut in, suddenly regretting her words and mentally screamed at herself. She didn’t have much of a choice since she didn’t want him knowing where she lived. “Any requests?”

“Surprise me,” he said with a small smile gracing his lips.

So much for a last good-bye, she bitterly thought to herself.

Two days later, (Y/N) found herself standing in front of the apartment complex she once shared with Mitsuya with apprehension. The humidity and heat from the day clung onto her clammy skin. To prevent any possible paparazzi following or anyone recognizing her, she hid her face under a baseball cap and donned sunglasses.

Yes, they were former lovers, but they were also pseudo celebrities at the moment.

She had to be careful for both their sakes. Trolls on the internet were no joke and would doxx them the moment any sort of information carelessly slipped out. They were lucky to have friends they could trust to not do any of that stuff. Taking a breath to calm herself, she approached the entrance and pressed the button for his unit; the door let out the familiar beep she remembered.

“It’s just dinner. With your ex. Let’s just cook and go. It’ll be fine.”

Pushing the call button for the elevator, the twin doors slid open with an ear pleasing ding. Reaching the 8th floor, she made the turn to the left toward the apartment. And there she was, standing face to face with the entrance where she once called home.

Did it change much?

As these thoughts ran through her head, her hand unconsciously reached up and rang the doorbell. The clack of the door lock roused her back with a slight jump of her shoulders and she was met face to face with Mitsuya wearing an over sized black t-shirt and knee-length shorts. The two exchanged greetings and he let her in. Letting the cool air greet her at the foyer, she let out a content sigh as he took the bags of grocery from her hands. (Y/N) removed her sunglasses and hat, hanging the cap on the rack and put her shades on top of the hallway shelving unit.

“It’s so freaking hot out,” she groaned and took off her shoes before making her way into the bathroom to wash her hands and face.

“Forecast said it’s only gonna get worse later in the week,” he added and set the bags on the counter.

She huffed a breath of relief and walked into the kitchen. She looked around the apartment with a reminiscent gaze and immediately snapped out of it to unpack the ingredients.

“Luna and Mana said they might stop by later,” Mitsuya let her know. “Is that okay?”

“I should have enough here to make a portion for them.”

“What’s for dinner tonight any way?”

“Cold tanuki udon and croquettes,” she listed and got to washing a cucumber and some other vegetables. “I was gonna make nikujaga, but the meat didn’t look fresh.”

“That’s fine. Do you need any help?”

“Birthday boys only need to eat and drink today,” she spared him a glance. “Just sit there and look pretty.”

“A woman after my heart,” he carelessly let slip and grimaced by squeezing his eyes close and his lips pressed into a thin line at his poor choice of words. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate you sayin’ stuff like that to your ex,” she cut in with an icy tone while dicing up the green cylindrical plant on the cutting board.

“I… don’t have a girlfriend,” he divulged, making her look up and stopped cutting for a beat.

“Oh.”

(Y/N) placed the diced cucumber into a bowl and put it into the fridge to chill before tending to the rest of the ingredients.

“What about you? Does your boyfriend know you’re—”

She snorted out loud as her response, followed with a dry laugh while grating the daikon for garnish. After finishing the prep work, she heated up a pan over the stove with water to make soft boiled eggs and took it back out fifteen minutes later. Unwrapping the premade croquette set, she heated up a frying pan to cook the breaded goods through. After another twenty minutes, dinner was served. Mitsuya grabbed two bottles of beer from the fridge and popped the tabs before walking back to the small dining table.

He looked down at the simple plating of udon with a pair of halved cherry tomatoes, diced cucumber slices, two halves of a soft boiled egg, wakame and agedama with the grated daikon and scallion sitting on top of the chilled udon noodles with hints of broth underneath. (Y/N) then set down the plated croquettes in between the two.

“Everything looks great,” he complimented and handed her a beer.

“Happy birthday.”

They clinked the necks of their bottles together and sipped the fizzy beverage before sitting down to eat. Just as they grabbed their chopsticks, the artificial lights in the entire apartment went out and bathed in what’s left of the sunset outside, making them both look up with surprise.

“A blackout?” she blurted out.

“Think I have a flashlight somewhere.”

Mitsuya got up from his seat and rummaged in one of the lower cabinets in the kitchen. (Y/N) opened up a window and the patio door to let some air into the apartment. Luckily, they were up high enough for the breeze to feel moderately cool, despite the humidity. He emerged a short beat later with some portable lights in hand. Flipping the switch underneath, the item illuminated the growing dark space and placed two of them on the dining table.

“Looks like it’s hit half of the Tokyo metropolitan area,” she scanned her phone for news updates. “No news on when things’ll come back.”

Mitsuya’s phone screen lit up with an incoming call and picked up.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked with concern. “Ah, I see… No, no. It’s fine. Just be safe, okay? Text me when you get back.”

“Was that Luna-chan?”

“Yeah…” he looked at his screen and closed it. “She and Mana are stuck on a train and said they won’t be able to make it over tonight.”

“Are they okay?” she asked with concern.

“She said the train staff at the nearest station are organizing a way to help the passengers get off the safely from the tracks.”

“That’s a relief…”

Noticing how worried (Y/N) was about his sisters, he couldn’t help but feel grateful. She knew how much his siblings mean to him and the fact she reacted like this showed him she still cared.

She really did still love him.

The two sat back down and slowly dug into the food. Mitsuya’s lips graced a small elated smile while he chewed his food, looking fondly at his meal as if tasting for something.

“How is it?” she asked before taking a bite of croquette.

“Your cooking’s as I remember it,” he answered tenderly and licked his lips of any remaining sauce. “It’s warm and delicious.”

“But it’s a cold dish.”

“Still tastes warm to me,” he looked up with a small curve gracing his lips.

A light blush graced her cheeks as she took another bite, wishing for the sun to set faster so the darkness can hide her face. Finishing their meal, they leaned back on their chairs completely content.

“I can’t eat another bite…” Mitsuya huffed out and covered his mouth to hide his burp from the beer. “Thank you, (Y/N). This was a really good birthday dinner.”

“It’s the least I could do. You’re too skinny.” She took a swig of her beer before standing up to collect the dirty dishes. He immediately reached across and grabbed her wrist.

“Let me.”

“Didn’t I say you just need to sit there and look pretty, birthday boy?” she repeated herself. “Plus, you’ve been working your ass off. Take a break.”

“You first.”

“I’m taking all of next month off to relax,” she divulged and proceeded to stack the dishes after he let go of her arm.

“Are you allowed to do that?”

“Even if I can’t, I’m still gonna,” she said. “If anything, time away’s gonna make the demand for me skyrocket. People want things more when they’re rare.”

“What if they fire you?”

“Then I’ll start my own studio,” she briskly replied. “That’s always part of my plan. Networking’s gonna be a pain though…”

While she busied herself with putting the dishes into the sink, Mitsuya watched her back profile like it was back then. He knew he couldn’t beat around the bush any longer and they’ll have to talk once and for all; he just couldn’t get the timing down. While his mind was drowning in his worries, he was suddenly met with a small strawberry shortcake with a lit candle on top right in front of him along with a wrapped item.

“Surely, you didn’t think there was no cake and present,” she said softly with a faint smile on her lips.

He looked up at (Y/N) with a mix of surprise and gratefulness, not knowing how to react. Reaching for the present first, he tore through the paper to reveal a biographical book on Coco Chanel.

“You remembered.”

“She is your muse, after all…” She gestured to the candle. “Make a wish.”

Mitsuya blew it out, watching the stream of smoke swirl up in the dimly lit room. His heart pounded in his chest as he suddenly stood with a clatter and crashed his lips onto hers, his arms finding refuge around her waist. She tried pushing him off, only to feel him pull in further and pushed her onto the nearest wall. He finally released with a gasp of air from his lips, trapping her between his arms.

“I’m not letting you go,” he declared with a hushed voice between pants as his hands found their way up to cup her face. She could feel his hot breath fanning on her lips and skin. “Not again.”

“Mitsu—”

“It’s Takashi,” he corrected with a small, strangled whimper and rested his forehead on top of hers; his hands reached up and cupped the sides of her neck for her to face him. “Call me by my name. Like you used to.” His tone was laced with desperation and need. “Please… Don’t leave me again. I’ve been so empty without you.”

“You left me first,” she quivered out as a tear slipped down her cheek, feeling her resolve slowly crumble. Twist the knife. Push him away. Make it hurt, she thought to herself. “You’re the one who doesn’t love me any—”

“I never stopped loving you! Not for one second,” he cut in with a crack in his voice and roughly caressed her cheeks with his calloused thumb pads, wiping the droplet away. “You warned me about Eri-san and I ignored it! I brushed you aside when I promised I’d protect your happiness," he squeezed out between sniffles through gritted teeth and shaky breaths. "I took you for granted.”

(Y/N) inhaled quickly and shallowly, looking deeply into his lavender orbs, searching for a reason to reject him.

“I saw your exhibition… I wanted to respond to your feelings…” he added.

Her eyes widened and flashed back to his debut show. “The extra pieces…” she whispered out with a shaky voice.

“The ones we made together.”

“You didn’t forget me,” she finally grasped with more fat tears rolled down the curves of her face and hiccuped. Her quivering hands slowly found their way up and touched his face tenderly.

“How could I?!” Streams of tears freely fell down his cheeks as he gritted his teeth. “You’re the love of my life. No one could ever replace you!”

They looked at each other through blurry eyes, tightly embracing one another as their knees collapsed onto the floor, openly sobbing into each other. For the first time in three years, their hearts finally connected. How many times did (Y/N) dream of this moment, only to wake up alone in a cold, foreign room from her travels?

Even though she made such an effort to try moving forward and here she was, back in the arms of the person who caused it.

“Your heart endured so much…” Mitsuya wept and stroked the back of her head. “Because of me, you carried all that weight... All that loneliness.”

He released from his hug and carried her bridal style into the bedroom. Setting her down gently on the plush mattress, her hands drew his face to her and was reminded of the taste of his lips on hers. That enveloping warmth, the quiet and gentle love they had once upon a time.

There was so much they needed to mend and talk about. And now, they had nothing but time in the darkness.

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