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Shirtless Carwash [Mydei x f!reader]

Summary: In which... you go into a carwash on campus... but not knowing it was one of those carwashes... and it doesn't help that the one cleaning your car happened to be the most gorgeous man you've seen in your life.

A/N: modernAU!Mydei or uni/college!Mydei, Phainon is an instigator, bullying Phainon, pet name "princess" is used (sorry if this was rushed, trying to get all my drafts out before school starts)

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It's been a month since you got your first car. It was a gift from your parents, a short while after you fully passed your road test. You were incredibly grateful for it, while knowing you finally had the confidence to drive safely by yourself- and now own your own vehicle.

And today, with your proudly earned car and drivers license, you decided to treat yourself to your first carwash. And it just so happens that your campus was hosting a car wash run by some varsity sports teams. You passed by it this morning when you were on your way to class, and decided to come back after. What are they raising money for? Who cares! You get to have a clean car, see some hot guys, and support your school- just some harmless eye candy. (Because you definitely care about school spirit)

You pull into the makeshift carwash (that is one of the campus parking lots) and already see the boys in action. The entrance with a large sign saying, "Support our Team! Car Wash - $5". These poor boys- these poor hunky boys working in the blazing sun cleaning cars, barely making minimum wage... oh well, it's good thing you're here to support them!

There was already music blasting through a speaker somewhere as you pulled in. Buckets of soap and water littered everywhere, athletic boys in their tank tops and shorts- also everywhere. They were all either spraying water with the hoses and buckets, or laughing with friends on the side. Other students seemed to give in to the hype too. The lot was almost full except for a few last spots at the end. Was a carwash really this popular?

A group of student volunteers wave you over to a spot, and you pulled into a spot, head in. And that's when you spot him.

Mydei.

For some reason you feel time stopping and your heart beating faster now that you see him up close.

One thing- he's incredibly tall. As you fully parked into the spot, Mydei was standing where your window was, but all you could see were his tits clad in a black sleeveless tank. And when he slowly bends down, you finally see his gorgeous face. It's like he was carved by gods- or maybe he was one. His shoulders were broad, matching his huge bulging arms. A jawline sharp enough to cut an apple, his messy blond hair sticking to his forehead and neck, and his golden eyes half lidded and daydream-y as if he was about to go model. Since when did they make men like this?

To be honest you've heard more about him on campus than you've seen him. What sport does he play again...? Well there's no time to think about that, because it seems like you may have underestimated how much your heart could take.

Snapping you out of your trance, Mydei lightly taps on your window and you take this as a signal to get out. You put on your best casual smile to step out and leave the car to him. You push open your door and step out, but you suddenly feel a resistance. You look up and clearly see Mydei, with two fingers pressing on your door, effortlessly stopping you.

"Hey...?" His voice is low and gravelly (hot), but he sounds puzzled. Something else also catches your eye, which was an equally as tall boy behind him with white hair curiously peeking over. You decide to ignore it. Meanwhile, Mydei realizes that you might have gotten confused. "Um, sorry. That's not quite how this works... you're supposed to stay inside."

Oh.

"Oh! Oh- I didn't know, I'm sorry-" You fumble with your words and almost forget how to speak. You thought that you could drop your car off and walk to get a coffee and come back quickly. Is that not...

"Oh, right! Of course, I knew that..." Embarrassing. You mentally congratulate yourself for being stupid in front of a cute boy.

"Don't worry." His voice is smooth and laid back even though you just made a fool of yourself. And yet, you seem to notice how he has the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks, and can't keep eye contact with you. You figured he was just exhausted. He slings a towel over his shoulder nonchalantly then gets prepared. "Just sit back and let me take it from here."

You nod and sheepishly sit back inside your car and close the door. You sink into your seat, face heating up in embarrassment. Was there something you were missing? But before you could make any more guesses, you glance up through the windshield to catch the exact moment Mydei takes off his tank.

Oh.

And suddenly your brain puts it together and blanks at the same time. He tosses the shirt carelessly somewhere on the grass, revealing his muscular build that confirms your suspicions that he was a god. He was already sweaty- of course he just had to be sweaty... and you could see the red tattoos you didn't know he had all over the edges of his body.

You sink further into your seat and cover your hands in horror with your hands at the realization. It's one of those carwashes- a shirtless carwash. You quickly take a look out the passenger windows and see some of the other boys also shirtless- a crucial detail you missed. There was very much a reason why this fundraiser was such a spectacle. And here you were, stuck in the spectacle that is Mydei shirtless and sweaty.

You watch as he tosses a mixture of water and soap from a bucket, creating a glorious arc that splashes on your windshield. His large hands twist a sponge to ring out the old water and he gets started on cleaning the front. It's unfair how even dirty work makes him look like he's in a cross between a perfume ad and some athletic magazine. It's like the whole world was plotting against you- even the sun was shining down on his sculpted abs.

His shoulders flex, showing off every small ripple of muscle as he squeezes the sponge periodically, to scrubbing the hood of your car. Slowly, your knuckles turn white from gripping your seat. You don't know where to look anymore, or if you even should be looking. Your lap, your phone, the steering wheel... you're desperate to find any of these things more interesting. But it doesn't matter because your eyes betray you, flickering back to the delicious view of Mydei.

He rounds your car to the passenger side first, and repeats the same process. He rings out the towel, watery suds flying and dripping in all the right places. Sometimes you hear a voice from the other side- the white haired guy on your left from before. He's shirtless now too, and washing someone's car as well. You watch as he laughs and points at Mydei, and Mydei says something you can't make out. He's teasing him, you realize. Teasing Mydei. It probably explains why he was blushing earlier, because he was embarrassed. That makes you feel a little better, and you soften at the thought that someone as big and tough looking as Mydei would feel this way. But it's fair you think, most of the boys probably weren't enjoying this.

The rest of it was a blur, until Mydei made his way to your window- and once again, your face heats back up like a volcano. This is insane, you think. He's not even doing this for you specifically, and yet why are you still blushing and sweating even more than he is?

Another splash of soapy water hits your window and you flinch. He drags the sponge on your window- right beside your face, where only the glass separates you. Through the water droplets flowing down, you get the full view of his bare chest and abs. His expression is stoic yet calm, focused only on the task at hand. Honestly, you applaud his patience big time, because you on the other hand are hyper-aware of everything that's happening in front of you. His casual strength, the muted rumble of his voice- warm, rich and unbothered. Yup, fate was definitely mocking you, and it wasn't done yet.

For the grand finale, he does one last wipe down of the top of your car with the semi wet towel. He reaches up and plants his hand on your roof... and your soul leaves your body. This might be the magnum opus of the carwash spectacle. When he lifts his arms higher, every ridge of his muscles are stretching and tightening, drawing your gaze from the tops of his defined collarbones, down to the faint, maddening trail of hair disappears beneath his shorts.

He taps your window again, and now you have to look at him. Everywhere is Mydei.

His white haired friend behind him finishes up washing his customer's car too, sharing a short laugh and waving while they leave. Suddenly, you see him jogging over to your window at the same time you open it, and you hold your breath again. Mydei was about to say something when his friend claps him on the shoulder and interrupts.

"Hey princess! How was your premium car wash? I hope Mydei didn't miss a spot~"

His voice is cheerful, way too cheerful. Your jaw slacks open as you can barely utter a response, let alone know how to respond.

"Shut it, HKS." Mydei shoves him before he can say another word, making his friend dramatically topples backwards with a laugh. Mydei turns back to you, bent over to the height of your open window. "Anyway, you're good to go."

You quickly fish out your money and hand it to him. Mydei politely takes your payment, though his eyes widen for a moment when he realizes you paid extra.

"This... you know it's only five dollars right? You gave extra, I can't take it." Mydei says as he holds your bills and coins loosely in his palm. Phainon who was previously on the floor, overhears that you overpaid, and he quickly stands up and decides to milk this situation and butter it up.

"You know, you're very lucky. Our dear Mydeimos has been purposely dodging customers all afternoon, leaving all the dirty hard work for the rest of us. And yet for you..." Phainon puts on a dramatic pout, that suddenly curves into a smirk. "Well, I suppose I can't blame him. A cute girl like you shows up, I guess he couldn't resist."

Your jaw slacks open again. You were sure Phainon was just saying this to get more sales, but somehow your chest keeps squeezing in a way you can't name when he says those words. You swear you see a flush of pink coat Mydei's cheeks again, though you brush it off as the heat. You fidget in your seat, trying to seem as casual as possible despite the heat crawling up again.

"Ah- I know. But think of it as... a donation to your marketing department. For the misleading sign that failed to specify it was a-" You comically clear your throat for emphasis. "-shirtless carwash."

Mydei chuckles for the first time, quiet and low. It's a brief sound but it makes your stomach do cartwheels anyway. Somehow you feel pride knowing you made him laugh a little. Phainon on the other hand bursts out with laughter, his salesman persona fading away.

"That's... creative reasoning." Mydei lets out a quiet scoff. "I'll let the marketing department know. But I still can't take it."

He puts his hand back through your window with the extra cash. You softly push his hand back, insisting he take it.

"Then take it as a tip. You know, for good service." You say with a smile. You didn't know when you became so bold. Perhaps it was a way to make up for your embarrassment earlier.

"A tip?" He says with a mix between amusement and exasperation.

"Mhm."

"No."

"Yes."

He sighs, not seeing you letting up with this debate. But he needs to treat this fairly, and does not want your extra money. Meanwhile, you just want to reward a hot man, is that so bad Mydei?

"If you make me take this, I'm just gonna use it to buy you coffee." His tone is serious but carries the faintest hint of teasing. His smirk is paired with a light blush, which somehow only Phainon notices.

"Oh? Mydei~ Are you asking what I think you are? Don't tell me I was right when I mentioned how cute she was." Phainon sports a mischievous smile that only gets bigger, knowing that his friend does not usually make offers like this.

You on the other hand are shocked at Mydei's offer. You blush, knowing the implications- and Phainon's teasing smile doesn't help with preventing your delusions being fueled. You actually... have a chance with Mydei?

"Okay... how about this then? Wait, what's your friend's name?"

"Phainon."

"Okay, then how about you keep the tips..." You slowly trail off, giving a mischievous smile pointing at Phainon. "And I get to spray Phainon with the hose~"

"Wait what-"

"Deal. But only if I still get to take you out after."

"W-What...?"

Mydei's response makes you blush and short circuit again. You can't believe he's actually asking you this. You want to confirm if he's being for real, but before you could even wonder, he opens your car door and hands you the hose, placing it in your startled hands.

"...Only if you're comfortable with it." Mydei adds, backtracking a little after feeling shy that he asked you so suddenly. Your heart flutters. Nothing else matters anymore, and you don't feel like you need to give him a verbal answer once you smile and get out, immediately pointing the hose at Phainon and blasting it.

"W-Wait, hold on! Truce- AHCK!!-" Phainon flinches as his chest is sprayed with the cold water, flying everywhere. You giggle as Phainon wipes his eyes, his hair also all wet like a soggy puppy. He stumbles back, giving an exasperated laugh while panting. “This- This is unfair treatment of workers!”

“Yeah yeah, you’ll live.” Mydei shares a gentle smile with you, dismissing Phainon as he takes the hose out of your hands and plops it on the grass. The sound of the other boys laughing and howling fill the background.

“Sorry! At least it’s for a good cause.” You yell out playfully. Phainon gives a small smile despite yours and Mydei’s betrayal. Mydei dries himself with a nearby towel and puts his black tank top back on. He slaps your cash in Phainon's soaked hand before making his way to the passenger side of your car.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? We’ve still got more cars coming!” Phainon sputters at Mydei while also drying himself off with his own spare towel. Mydei leans on your car as if he owns it (and you’d let him).

“Well, it seems I’ve done overtime. So that's gonna be it for me." Mydei replies smoothly. Phainon is almost annoyed at how smug Mydei looks while saying something so blunt in a monotone way. But he decides to let it slide since this is the first time he's ever shown interest in someone so boldly. You yourself are still surprised at the thought of Mydei wanting to be somewhere. With you. "Make sure the cash gets in the box, Deliverer."

Mydei opens the passenger door, but doesn't go in yet. He seems to be waiting for your permission for him to enter, and to start your spontaneous outing. "Well, are we driving princess?"

And with that, you can't even contain your lovestruck smile as you nod and barely manage to throw yourself back in your car. You look over at Mydei whose shoulders are much wider than your seats, and yet he looks at you like it's always meant to be this way.

As you pull out of the lot, sound of laughter and shouts drown out, replaced by the steady rumble of your engine, and the dizzying thoughts of what this "outing" with Mydei might be. Despite the confusion and flushed faces with the carwash, everyone goes home happy. Well, except Phainon, but who cares?

You've got a clean car, supported your school's sports teams, and have the god known as Mydei sitting in your car. And he wants to go out with you.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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Shirtless Carwash [Mydei x f!reader]

Summary: In which... you go into a carwash on campus... but not knowing it was one of those carwashes... and it doesn't help that the one cleaning your car happened to be the most gorgeous man you've seen in your life.

A/N: modernAU!Mydei or uni/college!Mydei, Phainon is an instigator, bullying Phainon, pet name "princess" is used (sorry if this was rushed, trying to get all my drafts out before school starts)

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

It's been a month since you got your first car. It was a gift from your parents, a short while after you fully passed your road test. You were incredibly grateful for it, while knowing you finally had the confidence to drive safely by yourself- and now own your own vehicle.

And today, with your proudly earned car and drivers license, you decided to treat yourself to your first carwash. And it just so happens that your campus was hosting a car wash run by some varsity sports teams. You passed by it this morning when you were on your way to class, and decided to come back after. What are they raising money for? Who cares! You get to have a clean car, see some hot guys, and support your school- just some harmless eye candy. (Because you definitely care about school spirit)

You pull into the makeshift carwash (that is one of the campus parking lots) and already see the boys in action. The entrance with a large sign saying, "Support our Team! Car Wash - $5". These poor boys- these poor hunky boys working in the blazing sun cleaning cars, barely making minimum wage... oh well, it's good thing you're here to support them!

There was already music blasting through a speaker somewhere as you pulled in. Buckets of soap and water littered everywhere, athletic boys in their tank tops and shorts- also everywhere. They were all either spraying water with the hoses and buckets, or laughing with friends on the side. Other students seemed to give in to the hype too. The lot was almost full except for a few last spots at the end. Was a carwash really this popular?

A group of student volunteers wave you over to a spot, and you pulled into a spot, head in. And that's when you spot him.

Mydei.

For some reason you feel time stopping and your heart beating faster now that you see him up close.

One thing- he's incredibly tall. As you fully parked into the spot, Mydei was standing where your window was, but all you could see were his tits clad in a black sleeveless tank. And when he slowly bends down, you finally see his gorgeous face. It's like he was carved by gods- or maybe he was one. His shoulders were broad, matching his huge bulging arms. A jawline sharp enough to cut an apple, his messy blond hair sticking to his forehead and neck, and his golden eyes half lidded and daydream-y as if he was about to go model. Since when did they make men like this?

To be honest you've heard more about him on campus than you've seen him. What sport does he play again...? Well there's no time to think about that, because it seems like you may have underestimated how much your heart could take.

Snapping you out of your trance, Mydei lightly taps on your window and you take this as a signal to get out. You put on your best casual smile to step out and leave the car to him. You push open your door and step out, but you suddenly feel a resistance. You look up and clearly see Mydei, with two fingers pressing on your door, effortlessly stopping you.

"Hey...?" His voice is low and gravelly (hot), but he sounds puzzled. Something else also catches your eye, which was an equally as tall boy behind him with white hair curiously peeking over. You decide to ignore it. Meanwhile, Mydei realizes that you might have gotten confused. "Um, sorry. That's not quite how this works... you're supposed to stay inside."

Oh.

"Oh! Oh- I didn't know, I'm so sorry-" You fumble with your words and almost forget how to speak. Embarrassing. You mentally congratulate yourself for being stupid in front of a cute boy. You thought that you could drop your car off and walk to get a coffee and come back quickly. Is that not...

"Don't worry." His voice is smooth and laid back even though you just made a fool of yourself. And yet, you seem to notice how he has the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks, and can't keep eye contact with you. You figured he was just exhausted. He slings a towel over his shoulder nonchalantly then gets prepared. "Just sit back and let me take it from here."

You nod and sheepishly sit back inside your car and close the door. You sink into your seat, face heating up in embarrassment. Was there something you were missing? But before you could make any more guesses, you glance up through the windshield to catch the exact moment Mydei takes off his tank.

Oh.

And suddenly your brain puts it together and blanks at the same time. He tosses the shirt carelessly somewhere on the grass, revealing his muscular build that confirms your suspicions that he was a god. He was already sweaty- of course he just had to be sweaty... and you could see the red tattoos you didn't know he had all over the edges of his body.

You sink further into your seat and cover your hands in horror with your hands at the realization. It's one of those carwashes- a shirtless carwash. You quickly take a look out the passenger windows and see some of the other boys also shirtless- a crucial detail you missed. There was very much a reason why this fundraiser was such a spectacle. And here you were, stuck in the spectacle that is Mydei shirtless and sweaty.

You watch as he tosses a mixture of water and soap from a bucket, creating a glorious arc that splashes on your windshield. His large hands twist a sponge to ring out the old water and he gets started on cleaning the front. It's unfair how even dirty work makes him look like he's in a cross between a perfume ad and some athletic magazine. It's like the whole world was plotting against you- even the sun was shining down on his sculpted abs.

His shoulders flex, showing off every small ripple of muscle as he squeezes the sponge periodically, to scrubbing the hood of your car. Slowly, your knuckles turn white from gripping your seat. You don't know where to look anymore, or if you even should be looking. Your lap, your phone, the steering wheel... you're desperate to find any of these things more interesting. But it doesn't matter because your eyes betray you, flickering back to the delicious view of Mydei.

He rounds your car to the passenger side first, and repeats the same process. He rings out the towel, watery suds flying and dripping in all the right places. Sometimes you hear a voice from the other side- the white haired guy on your left from before. He's shirtless now too, and washing someone's car as well. You watch as he laughs and points at Mydei, and Mydei says something you can't make out. He's teasing him, you realize. Teasing Mydei. It probably explains why he was blushing earlier, because he was embarrassed. That makes you feel a little better, and you soften at the thought that someone as big and tough looking as Mydei would feel this way. But it's fair you think, most of the boys probably weren't enjoying this.

The rest of it was a blur, until Mydei made his way to your window- and once again, your face heats back up like a volcano. This is insane, you think. He's not even doing this for you specifically, and yet why are you still blushing and sweating even more than he is?

Another splash of soapy water hits your window and you flinch. He drags the sponge on your window- right beside your face, where only the glass separates you. Through the water droplets flowing down, you get the full view of his bare chest and abs. His expression is stoic yet calm, focused only on the task at hand. Honestly, you applaud his patience big time, because you on the other hand are hyper-aware of everything that's happening in front of you. His casual strength, the muted rumble of his voice- warm, rich and unbothered. Yup, fate was definitely mocking you, and it wasn't done yet.

For the grand finale, he does one last wipe down of the top of your car with the semi wet towel. He reaches up and plants his hand on your roof... and your soul leaves your body. This might be the magnum opus of the carwash spectacle. When he lifts his arms higher, every ridge of his muscles are stretching and tightening, drawing your gaze from the tops of his defined collarbones, down to the faint, maddening trail of hair disappears beneath his shorts.

He taps your window again, and now you have to look at him. Everywhere is Mydei.

His white haired friend behind him finishes up washing his customer's car too, sharing a short laugh and waving while they leave. Suddenly, you see him jogging over to your window at the same time you open it, and you hold your breath again. Mydei was about to say something when his friend claps him on the shoulder and interrupts.

"Hey princess! How was your premium car wash? I hope Mydei didn't miss a spot~"

His voice is cheerful, way too cheerful. Your jaw slacks open as you can barely utter a response, let alone know how to respond.

"Shut it, HKS." Mydei shoves him before he can say another word, making his friend dramatically topple backwards with a laugh. Mydei turns back to you, bent over to the height of your open window. "Anyway, you're good to go."

You quickly fish out your money and hand it to him. Mydei politely takes your payment, though his eyes widen for a moment when he realizes you paid extra.

"This... you know it's only five dollars right? You gave extra, I can't take it." Mydei says as he holds your bills and coins loosely in his palm. Phainon who was previously on the floor, overhears that you overpaid, and he quickly stands up and decides to milk this situation and butter it up.

"You know, you're very lucky. Our dear Mydeimos has been purposely dodging customers all afternoon, leaving all the dirty hard work for the rest of us. And yet for you..." Phainon puts on a dramatic pout, that suddenly curves into a smirk. "Well, I suppose I can't blame him. A pretty girl like you shows up? I guess he couldn't resist."

Your jaw slacks open again. You were sure Phainon was just saying this to get more sales, but somehow your chest keeps squeezing in a way you can't name when he says those words. You swear you see a flush of pink coat Mydei's cheeks again, though you brush it off as the heat. You fidget in your seat, trying to seem as casual as possible despite the heat crawling up again.

"Ah- I know. But think of it as... a donation to your marketing department. For the misleading sign that failed to specify it was a-" You comically clear your throat for emphasis. "-shirtless carwash."

Mydei chuckles for the first time, quiet and low. It's a brief sound but it makes your stomach do cartwheels anyway. Somehow you feel pride knowing you made him laugh a little. Phainon on the other hand bursts out with laughter, his salesman persona fading away.

"That's... creative reasoning." Mydei lets out a quiet snort. "I'll let the marketing department know. But I still can't take it."

He puts his hand back through your window with the extra cash. You softly push his hand back, insisting he take it.

"Then take it as a tip. You know, for good service." You say with a smile. You didn't know when you became so bold. Perhaps it was a way to make up for your embarrassment earlier.

"A tip?" He says with a mix between amusement and exasperation.

"Mhm."

"No."

"Yes."

He sighs, not seeing you letting up with this debate. But he needs to treat this fairly, and does not want your extra money. Meanwhile, you just want to reward a hot man, is that so bad Mydei?

"If you make me take this, I'm just gonna use it to buy you coffee." His tone is serious but carries the faintest hint of teasing. His smirk is paired with a light blush, which somehow only Phainon notices.

"Oh? Mydei~ Are you asking what I think you are? Don't tell me I was right when I mentioned how cute she was." Phainon sports a mischievous smile that only gets bigger, knowing that his friend does not usually make offers like this.

You on the other hand are shocked at Mydei's offer. You blush, knowing the implications- and Phainon's teasing smile doesn't help with preventing your delusions being fueled. You actually... have a chance with Mydei?

You weren't sure. Phainon's Cheshire Cat-like smile was a bit suspicious to you. A bit too crafty. So, you thought of a plan to make sure you got even, just in case Phainon was just feeding your delusions.

"Okay... how about this then? Wait, what's your friend's name?"

"Phainon."

"Okay, then how about you keep the tips..." You slowly trail off, giving a mischievous smile pointing at Phainon. "And I get to spray Phainon with the hose~"

"Wait what-"

"Deal. But only if I still get to take you out after."

"W-What...?"

Mydei's response makes you blush and short circuit again. You can't believe he's actually asking you this. You want to confirm if he's being for real, but before you could even wonder, he opens your car door and hands you the hose, placing it in your startled hands.

"...Only if you're comfortable with it." Mydei adds, backtracking a little after feeling shy that he asked you so suddenly. Your heart flutters. Nothing else matters anymore, and you don't feel like you need to give him a verbal answer once you smile and get out, immediately pointing the hose at Phainon and blasting it.

"W-Wait, hold on! Truce- AHCK!!-" Phainon flinches as his chest is sprayed with the cold water, flying everywhere. You giggle as Phainon wipes his eyes, his hair also all wet like a soggy puppy. He stumbles back, giving an exasperated laugh while panting. “This- This is unfair treatment of workers!”

“Yeah yeah, you’ll live.” Mydei shares a gentle smile with you, dismissing Phainon as he takes the hose out of your hands and plops it on the grass. The sound of the other boys laughing and howling fill the background.

“Sorry! At least it’s for a good cause.” You yell out playfully. Phainon gives a small smile despite yours and Mydei’s betrayal. Mydei dries himself with a nearby towel and puts his black tank top back on. He slaps your cash in Phainon's soaked hand before making his way to the passenger side of your car.

“Wait, you’re leaving now? We’ve still got more cars coming!” Phainon sputters at Mydei while also drying himself off with his own spare towel. Mydei leans on your car as if he owns it (and you’d let him).

“Well, it seems I’ve done overtime. So that's gonna be it for me." Mydei replies smoothly. Phainon is almost annoyed at how smug Mydei looks while saying something so blunt in a monotone way. But he decides to let it slide since this is the first time he's ever shown interest in someone so boldly. You yourself are still surprised at the thought of Mydei wanting to be somewhere. With you. "Make sure the cash gets in the box, Deliverer."

Mydei opens the passenger door, but doesn't go in yet. He seems to be waiting for your permission for him to enter, and to start your spontaneous outing. "Well, are we driving princess?"

And with that, you can't even contain your lovestruck smile as you nod and barely manage to throw yourself back in your car. You look over at Mydei whose shoulders are much wider than your seats, and yet he looks at you like it's always meant to be this way.

As you pull out of the lot, sound of laughter and shouts drown out, replaced by the steady rumble of your engine, and the dizzying thoughts of what this "outing" with Mydei might be. Despite the confusion and flushed faces with the carwash, everyone goes home happy. Well, except Phainon, but who cares?

You've got a clean car, supported your school's sports teams, and have the god known as Mydei sitting in your car. And he wants to go out with you.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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the marina lyric references oml ily

Anon I <3 you more!!! 😤🫶

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𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 [𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 𝕩 𝕗!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤]

Diluc & friends profiles | Masterlist

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Notes:

Hi Alhaitham stans, now that I got your attention I'm gonna spoil something:

Alhaitham is just here in this fic for the vibes- he contributes probably nothing to this series (plot-wise) but I'm keeping him here bc he's fun

Alhaitham deletes his posts 1 day after, because there ends up being too many simp comments

Again if you missed this note in the masterlist: yes, Crepus is alive in this fic :)

One of these things is not like the other (listen, we need some typical smau drama so insert mean girl)

[rhenuvee]

𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 [𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 𝕩 𝕗!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤]

Y/N & friends profiles | Masterlist

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Notes:

Venti is from disbanded 6reeze but it’s not important, only mentioned in one chapter

This group is working on a small stage production (Furina as director, reader as set designer, Venti as actor, Xingqiu as scriptwriter)... however again it's not super important

Tbh none of the majors are important in the story, but just letting y'all know how this group came together ^

Xingqiu uses his pen name Zhenyu bc he doesnt want his parents finding out about his shenanigans

Xingqiu was hired by the group as a scriptwriter but he won't be online often

Spoiler: he appears in like a few chapters but dw it's juicy when he appears

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𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕃𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙 [𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 𝕩 𝕗!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤]

𝒪𝒽 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎, 𝐼 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝓎…

By reluctantly going to a karaoke night with her friends, Y/N tries to take it easy thinking it would be casual fun. Little did she know that posting a seemingly innocent photo at the Angel’s Share would spiral into making her a content creator... for the bartender's hands..? And it doesn't help that the bartender is as handsome as he is. (Slowburn fluff, half written half smau, uni/college!au, crack)

Alternative crack title: MC accidentally becomes ZZZ admin and films hand porn of Diluc- she is in deep shit. And 50% based off my original fic here :)

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Set List:

Y/N & friends profiles | Diluc & friends profiles

Where are all the parties now?

Made by the angels

Livin' life like I'm in a play

So I made some lemonade

???

???

???

Tbc :)

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Other notes and WARNINGS:

University/college!au so naturally all characters ages are changed to early-mid 20s

Reader heavily simping for Diluc (why else are you here?)

Implied that reader is an introvert, please dni if you do not enjoy these types of MCs

Unsure if they should do the boombayah at some point… but will have to completely change my blogs rules for that (this is a serious question don’t laugh at me)

Niche references (but if you understand, hi hello, please expose yourself :))

Yes Crepus is alive here :)

PLEASE SEND A MESSAGE IN MY INBOX IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST!!

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[rhenuvee]

To anyone who does SMAU series, I applaud you.

I may or may not have started to make one and it is killing me... why do I have to prepare so many profile pictures and texts and posts in advance?? This is so much work I'm gonna cry.

[rhenuvee]

A/N: Diluc is good with kids, and let's not forget Diluc was once the chaotic child :)

Warnings: no frogs were hurt in the writing of this fic

Diluc is indeed the weird grown up, as Klee says... but not exactly in the same way.

"I-I don't know if this is the best idea..." Your husband stammers as you drag him to the Knights of Favonius headquarters. He was asked to take care of Klee for an afternoon, since everyone else in the knights was asked to tend to an emergency. So inefficient, he thinks...

"C'mon Diluc, it won't be that bad..." You try and convince him for the nth time, though you still feel hesitancy as he holds your hand loosely.

"I- Perhaps I'll rephrase it... I don't think I'm the best person to be a babysitter..." To be honest, you were a bit worried as well. Klee often referred to Diluc as the weird grown up, which naturally made you both assume she wasn't very fond of him. But as Jean pleaded, she claimed that Diluc was the only person left.

"Well... I wish I could help you Diluc... but looking at the situation, I'll have to be honest- you'll have to be a babysitter anyway. You're either babysitting Klee for today or the bard for the night." You try to lighten the mood by referencing Venti's day drinking habits. Diluc's eyes narrow into slits in reaction to your words, as if he got a traumatic flashback.

"I suppose you are right..."

You both arrive at the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Diluc internally cringes at seeing the interior again after so long.

"Ah- Diluc! (Y/n)! You're here!" Jean greets you both immediately, as if breathing a sigh of relief. "Again I sincerely apologize for the last minute request. But anyway- I must go soon... Klee, you promise to be good for Mr. Diluc don't you?"

Jean's words seem to go in one ear and out the other as Klee doesn't even realize you or Diluc's arrival. Instead she only turns around from her spot and jumps cheerfully.

"Look! Look! Look at this giant froggy I caught this morning!" Klee joyfully holds out a green frog in her hands. Jean shrieks as she didn't even see the frog at all- like it came out of nowhere!

"Eek! Klee- please... don't-"

Suddenly the slippery frog launches itself out of Klee's hands and lands into Diluc's. He happened to catch it, but it earns a gasp from the three of you.

"Ah!- Diluc, I'm so sorry... please forgive-"

Klee gasps and looks at Diluc apologetically, her gleeful smile now replaced with a heart-aching pout. However, Diluc's expression isn't angry... instead, he crouches down to Klee's height, with frog still in hand, and looks curiously at the slimy green creature.

"Hm... this is quite an energetic frog you've caught... it must have been hard to catch him." Diluc offers a warm smile. Klee is a bit surprised, but shyly tells him the truth.

"Um... I accidentally blasted him when I went fish blasting..." Klee sways from side to side as she shyly avoids his gaze. Your eyes widen at Klee admitting this so fast, and Jean can only sigh while rubbing her temples. Ironically, Diluc seems to be the only one unphased.

"Well, by the way he jumped, it seems he's getting better." Diluc chuckles as he hands her back the frog. "Perhaps we can help him find a nice lilypad to rest. The small ponds in Springvale have a lot."

Klee suddenly cheers up and looks as Diluc in awe.

"Can we also feed it too?! ...please?"

"Of course. I can also show you how to catch worms in the ground."

You share a surprised look with Jean as you both didn't know Diluc was secretly a frog enthusiast. But Klee giggles and drags Diluc by the hand, already excited to dedicate her entire day to the frog. Jean smiles and walks you all out of the headquarters, taking this as a sign that everything will be okay. You smile at Diluc, seeing him embrace a more playful side to him.

"...what are you smiling at?" Diluc glances at you from the side, noticing your cheeky smile.

"Nothing~" You reply pretending not to be nosy. "You just... seemed so calm with the frog."

"Well, I used to try and catch them myself." Diluc casually reponds, then gives a chuckle. "Although, I used much less... violent methods."

"Hm? I never knew you used to catch frogs." You say curiously.

"Well I did, among many other things." Diluc declares, a bit of nostalgia hitting him. Catching frogs was just a small part of his childhood. Though it may not compare to stealing his father's wine collection, using his pyro vision to roast marshmallows but burning to a crisp, or stealing bites of the cakes the maids prepared- it still remains a memorable part of his childhood that he wouldn't forget, even if he did get in trouble for it all.

You smile, figuring that he probably knows about all this due to his own rounds of troublemaking when he was younger. You internally giggle, knowing the veins Master Crepus or Miss Adelinde must have popped while handling Diluc. But of course, the person who knows it best is Diluc himself.

You watch as Diluc holds Klee's hand (although he has to hunch over a little), two chaotic children walking off on their adventure. Jean silently comes up next to you. She's about to leave as well, but she can't help but say one last thing.

"I... didn't know Diluc caught frogs... well at least Klee won't think he's a weird grown up anymore."

"True. But he's still a weird husband." You remark. You'll have to interrogate Miss Adelinde more about his days as a child.

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I'm so sorry, i think this reblog got lost in my activity notifs :( ...

But thank you so much for reading!! I appreciate the lovely comments!! Sad that we are both overthinkers in this cozy game and can never have inner peace, but yes I am crying on the inside. Also yes the Amphoreus men were prob my favourite to write :)

Other notes: I think I've only seen scorpions appear at night (past 9pm?) they crawl around and may poison you like the tarantulas do.

Thank you for enjoying, and again apologies for this late reply!

Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with HSR Men pt 2

A/N: modern!au, established relationship (can be platonic or romantic), err I don't think anyone plays this game anymore oops :(, part 1 here!

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Anaxa: He is busy but for you he will indulge in these simple pleasures. Your island will probably be fairly simple, maximizing convenience, but still organized. He speaks to the villagers as if they were his students. HOWEVER- he cannot stand when villagers suggest a nickname for him. "He wants to call me A-beans? How absurd- what do you mean I can't say no." He got so ticked off that he was waiting with bated breath, hitting that villager with a net so he could gtfo of his island move out. Sorry kids, I think Anaxa might be the one to counter the OG mean villagers in the older games because of this.

Jiaoqiu: He is very resourceful, a little too resourceful. He is the cooking features number one supporter. Though, he complains why ACNH doesn't have any restaurants. He made so many dishes and no one to appreciate them :(. At one point, he gets so invested that he researches on wiki fandom what the villagers' favourite food was. (Sadly ACNH code does not go to that complexity). Who's gonna break it to him? Not me. Always has medicine ready, which makes you wonder how many times he got stung by wasps? Other than that, he enjoys creating memorable moments with you. Fireworks photo op? He is down, and will always do the cutest reaction for a nice picture.

Moze: Super skeptical when first starting... and also now. He was very wary of Tom Nook. He tells you how he had a bad gut feeling about him (he's not wrong, but we want him to play). At first he used to follow you around all the time, unfamiliar with your island. He'd panic a little if he accidentally lost you or strayed too far. Later on, he gets better but is still guarded. "Fang says he had an argument with Gabi... do we kick him...?" You giggle with how he seems dead serious that your villagers could have issues, and insists on having a strike system. He just wants your island to be nice and civil. Also, becomes the resident savior from scorpions when you play late at night.

Mydei: Mydei sighs when you ask him to play, asking what were you thinking when you asked a guy like him to play a cutesy game like Animal Crossing? He won't admit it but he does end up enjoying it. He acts nonchalant, but you knew he'd have the best reactions. "...he says the DIY recipe has sweat stains... what the fuck I'm not taking it am I...?" He is secretly competitive, especially in catching bugs and fish- somehow your museum is filled before you know it? And the best part, he loves your villagers. Previously had zero intentions on decorating his home or the island, but sees how cute the villagers are, and decided to create a home-y space to make them feel welcome.

Phainon: He is always down to try new things, so at least you don't need to beg him to play. A cross between casual and chaotic gamer. I'm sorry but I have a feeling your island will be atrocious. He wants weeds to grow and he collects them like infinity stones, so have fun with your weed island (Leif is making billions). I'm picturing very much a hard line between "your side" and "his side" of the island. Also a villager drama enthusiast. Doesn't actually provoke them but like... he's definitely pulling their legs. Never invite Mydei to your island when you have bug/fishing tourneys... it becomes competitive and chaotic too fast, and you'll probably end up with those two chasing each other with nets instead.

Sunday: I'm gonna be honest, I think he plays exactly like me. He approaches the game with caution, though you've reassured him many times it's a very casual and creative simulation game. He still tends to overanalyze his decisions- which island layout to start with, where to place bridges and inclines... He is very good at decorating and terraforming so your island will be gorgeous, at the cost of him overthinking the placement a million times. Secretly learns to love the villagers, especially when they give him things or start singing. "Look at Marina... she's singing by the river I just made. Do you think she likes it?" I think Sunday is the best at giving villager's gifts- a cross between wanting to match their styles plus making them happy, which makes him happy. :)

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Table for Two (Alhaitham x reader) Series Masterlist

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── 1. Table for Two

Alhaitham receives a love letter from you, and after reading your words he tries to find you, except you seem a little shy to come face to face with him...

2. Table for Five

Your relationship with Alhaitham starts to take off, but what happens when this news reaches the ears of his friends?

3. Pretty Privelege

You start trying to adjust to the dating life, but with Alhaitham spoiling you, it seems you have yet to get used to it.

4. Boyfriend Application Interview

Though you've been dating for a few months, your best friend and senior Kaveh thought it would be a good idea to conduct an interview on Alhaitham, to make sure his behaviour will be perfect for dating you. (Based on a tiktok).

5. ???

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[rhenuvee]

Boyfriend Application Interview [Alhaitham x reader]

A/N: Though you've been dating Alhaitham for a while now, your senior, Kaveh becomes your best friend by default... so as any dear friend would, he only want to make sure your boyfriend would be the best for you. Of course, what better way than through a formal interview and application process?

Short fic based off this tiktok here!

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It's been a good minute as you try and stifle your giggles. Your boyfriend Alhaitham slides into the booth seat opposite to yours, hoping to spend a nice evening with you, with a delicious meal. Or at least he thought he was.

"Care to explain why he is here?" It's almost predictable of the amount of disapproval in Alhaitham's tone, especially with who he sees sitting beside you in the booth. When he sees your terrible job at trying not to smile, he immediately rolls his eyes and you can see the millions of questions and sarcastic responses ready in his head but can't say because you know he'd rather uphold his manners... for now. Your blond booth buddy only smiles proudly, seeming to take advantage of this fact.

Kaveh sticks out his hand for Alhaitham to shake before he sits down. Alhaitham reluctantly shakes his hand, a feeling of disgust and dread bubbling up.

"You're here for (y/n) aren't you? Well as a responsible senior, I would be devastated if something terrible ever happened to (Y/N). So, I thought doing an interview for their boyfriend would be a good judge of his character." Kaveh says matter of factly, with a flick of his wrist with a pen in hand. You watch as your boyfriend pinches his brows- though you're not sure if it was at his words or at his overly formal attire despite the casual date he crashed in. You sensed an argument, so you cut in quickly.

"I invited him-"

"Why." Alhaitham does the same as he cuts in right after you finish your sentence. You immediately laugh at how your boyfriend asks so curtly. "We've been dating for months now, why would we need to go over terms and conditions?"

"Alhaitham, it'll just be five minutes. Please?" You smile warmly at him, hoping to convince him. You go on to ramble about the rumors you heard about couples trying this satire activity with their significant others and best friend. Your boyfriend, as loving as ever, sees through your pleading eyes- deeply regretting the decision he's about to make. You're lucky you're his.

"Fine."

"Oh wonderful," Kaveh says with an exasperated glint while pulling out a clipboard out of nowhere. He dramatically slams down a stapled, three page document in front of your grey-haired lover as he prepares himself to assess his behaviour. "Now let's go over these terms and conditions before you risk putting yourself on probation."

You watch as Kaveh starts explaining each section of the overly-detailed papers, pointing to each blank with his pen as if going through some documents in legalese. In the corner of Alhaitham's eye, he can see you thoroughly enjoying this. He wonders how long you've been planning this, or where you got the idea from.

Alhaitham sighs but lifts the paper closer, reading the document. He starts writing at the top of the page, but suddenly sees Kaveh seemingly writing a lot of notes on the clipboard. He suspiciously narrows his eyes, his writing slowing to a stop as he eyes him.

"...what are you even writing about. I'm just writing my name." Alhaitham quirks an eyebrow in an almost disgusted way as he questions the architect.

"Hm, defensive are we? Figures." Kaveh finally speaks as he continues writing. You giggle at his reasoning and Alhaitham rolls like eyes. Alhaitham's gaze reads downward through the paper quickly, lifting his pen again ready to sign the bottom. Big mistake. At least in your makeshift lawyer's eyes.

"What's this-" Alhaitham points to a strange blank that he's supposed to fill in at the bottom of the paper but Kaveh interrupts him.

"Excuse me, why are you starting at the bottom? Did you even read section A1 to A9? Didn't think so." Kaveh then taps said sections with his finger in the pettiest way possible. You stifle your laugh, thinking how much of a field day you must have given him. "These are the most important sections by the way."

A1: Do you swear to love your partner no matter what? A2: Your partner is always right even if they are "wrong". True/False A3: I will always spoil my partner, ESPECIALLY if they are upset.

...

A8: If my partner is mad at me, I am in the wrong. I am to be subjected to a punishment of their choosing.

"...I feel like some of these requirements are to subject me to misery." Alhaitham remarks after reading section A. He feels like a certain grudge from a certain someone that isn't you is seeping through the document. And it's not even trying to hide itself.

"Ah- but is that not the point? If (y/n) is miserable, shouldn't you be miserable and thinking about what you've done or what you should do to cheer them up? Tsk tsk... you sure you want this one?”

Kaveh playfully shakes his head to you, giving you a disappointed look as you nod. He sighs and goes back to taking more fake notes. Alhaitham sighs, finally setting his pen down, and giving the filled-out document to Kaveh. The architect leans back to read all the blanks he filled and makes comical humming sounds as a reaction to each one.

"Hm... seems alright. Although... I would put you on probation for the atrocious behaviour I was just faced with. However, since the council here is so nice, they have already decided you have passed." Kaveh tuts, about to bid farewell as you smile and give Alhaitham a thumbs up, and you can tell he's holding back an eye roll. Kaveh packs up his things, but can't help and sneer and give one more warning. "Just remember though, if you do anything to hurt them, there will be consequences. Or in other words, enjoy being single again."

"You mean like you?" Alhaitham deadpans, smirking lazily at Kaveh who immediately sputters in disbelief.

"Wh- Who do you think you are?! Council?!" Kaveh turns to you in frustration, not believing that Alhaitham would say something like that even after the interview (Kaveh please lower your expectations). Alhaitham's gaze then shifts to you, not even worried about your reaction. You smile and shake your head, sighing at the never ending bickering.

"The council will give him another chance." You declare softly. Alhaitham smiles a little too much at hearing that, and Kaveh groans loudly. Let's just say he'll need a drink after this.

As Kaveh finally says a miserable goodbye, your boyfriend shifts in the cafe seat to face you better now. You watch as he seems to stare at you, but doesn't say anything.

"Have fun?" Alhaitham asks, though it's more in a tone to tease you.

"Mhm," You nod, then look at him with a sigh while swirling your drink. "I know what you're gonna say..."

"What?"

"You're gonna say how lucky I am that you love me enough for you to endure this." You say, with your cheek resting in your palm. You felt that he would probably complain at least a little about your little prank, and you don't blame him.

Instead, he only shrugs. You quirk an eyebrow at him, a silent way of asking, that's not it?

"I was actually going to say the opposite." He says, softly grabbing your hand from across the table. "I didn't think I'd get a chance from you."

Your eyes widen in surprise. You instantly realize the possible double meaning, unsure if he was talking about you giving him a chance in the fake interview, or... how he felt about your relationship for real. But with how sweet and genuine he sounded, you knew which one he meant. Because of that, your mouth hands agape, unable to muster any response.

Alhaitham gives you a small smile. He uses his index finger to softly lift your chin to close your mouth.

"Now then, will the council finally allow me to spoil them with a meal? Or will they keep looking at me like that?"

"A-Alhaitham!"

Alhaitham chuckles as he watches you sputter and cutely panic to try and respond. But it's true- he really is grateful that you love him. And that's enough for him... enough to let you conduct your silly interviews even a thousand times over, if it meant being with you.

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Read the previous parts here: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

[rhenuvee]

Playing Animal Crossing New Horizons with HSR Men pt 2

A/N: modern!au, established relationship (can be platonic or romantic), err I don't think anyone plays this game anymore oops :(, part 1 here!

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Anaxa: He is busy but for you he will indulge in these simple pleasures. Your island will probably be fairly simple, maximizing convenience, but still organized. He speaks to the villagers as if they were his students. HOWEVER- he cannot stand when villagers suggest a nickname for him. "He wants to call me A-beans? How absurd- what do you mean I can't say no." He got so ticked off that he was waiting with bated breath, hitting that villager with a net so he could gtfo of his island move out. Sorry kids, I think Anaxa might be the one to counter the OG mean villagers in the older games because of this.

Jiaoqiu: He is very resourceful, a little too resourceful. He is the cooking features number one supporter. Though, he complains why ACNH doesn't have any restaurants. He made so many dishes and no one to appreciate them :(. At one point, he gets so invested that he researches on wiki fandom what the villagers' favourite food was. (Sadly ACNH code does not go to that complexity). Who's gonna break it to him? Not me. Always has medicine ready, which makes you wonder how many times he got stung by wasps? Other than that, he enjoys creating memorable moments with you. Fireworks photo op? He is down, and will always do the cutest reaction for a nice picture.

Moze: Super skeptical when first starting... and also now. He was very wary of Tom Nook. He tells you how he had a bad gut feeling about him (he's not wrong, but we want him to play). At first he used to follow you around all the time, unfamiliar with your island. He'd panic a little if he accidentally lost you or strayed too far. Later on, he gets better but is still guarded. "Fang says he had an argument with Gabi... do we kick him...?" You giggle with how he seems dead serious that your villagers could have issues, and insists on having a strike system. He just wants your island to be nice and civil. Also, becomes the resident savior from scorpions when you play late at night.

Mydei: Mydei sighs when you ask him to play, asking what were you thinking when you asked a guy like him to play a cutesy game like Animal Crossing? He won't admit it but he does end up enjoying it. He acts nonchalant, but you knew he'd have the best reactions. "...he says the DIY recipe has sweat stains... what the fuck I'm not taking it am I...?" He is secretly competitive, especially in catching bugs and fish- somehow your museum is filled before you know it? And the best part, he loves your villagers. Previously had zero intentions on decorating his home or the island, but sees how cute the villagers are, and decided to create a home-y space to make them feel welcome.

Phainon: He is always down to try new things, so at least you don't need to beg him to play. A cross between casual and chaotic gamer. I'm sorry but I have a feeling your island will be atrocious. He wants weeds to grow and he collects them like infinity stones, so have fun with your weed island (Leif is making billions). I'm picturing very much a hard line between "your side" and "his side" of the island. Also a villager drama enthusiast. Doesn't actually provoke them but like... he's definitely pulling their legs. Never invite Mydei to your island when you have bug/fishing tourneys... it becomes competitive and chaotic too fast, and you'll probably end up with those two chasing each other with nets instead.

Sunday: I'm gonna be honest, I think he plays exactly like me. He approaches the game with caution, though you've reassured him many times it's a very casual and creative simulation game. He still tends to overanalyze his decisions- which island layout to start with, where to place bridges and inclines... He is very good at decorating and terraforming so your island will be gorgeous, at the cost of him overthinking the placement a million times. Secretly learns to love the villagers, especially when they give him things or start singing. "Look at Marina... she's singing by the river I just made. Do you think she likes it?" I think Sunday is the best at giving villager's gifts- a cross between wanting to match their styles plus making them happy, which makes him happy. :)

[rhenuvee]

Hi friends, it's been a while since I uploaded.

In September I'm going to focus on my school stuff, so I won't be uploading very often or at all.

As a result, I will be mass uploading my drafts (even if they suck lol). I will still be semi active on here, so feel free to send messages, but I won't be able to take requests.

Thanks and see you all soon!

[rhenuvee]

NO IT CANNOT END THERE

⋆｡° ✮ : you've lived in this boring town forever. and your love life was just as boring— all of a sudden a new [HOT] boy moves in next door— who's to say this won't change everything?

⋆｡° ✮ : neighbor!phainon is here and he is here to stay yall. this is part one of a mini series i have planned >:3c (fic name from call me maybe by carly rae jepsen)

⋆｡° ✮ : cw;; no explicit smut, just very suggestive, some minor cursing.

Ever since you moved to this town, it’s been the same stuff. The same people. It’s a small town, houses all pushed together with their own yards. Luckily, nobody was in anyone’s business; they all stayed in their own lanes. Even though there were no rumors or loud neighbors to be wary of, you all knew of each other.

Everything was normal and boring until you spotted that U-Haul truck next door. Your fingers hold open the blinds as you peek through. That’s when you spot him, your new neighbor in all his sweaty glory.

His white hair is messy as it sticks to his forehead, his forearms bulging as he picks up the heavy box, jaw tight. Your mouth gapes as you watch his eyes wince— those beautiful blue eyes enchanting you. Thick veins run down his arms as he carries the box into his house. The tight white tank top that stretched over his sweaty pecs was now nearly translucent. It drives you against the wall.

“What the fuck..” you whisper to yourself, feeling the heat rush up your back and causing all the blood to rush to your face. This may have been a bit creepy or stalker-ish to watch your new neighbor move all the stuff into his house, but you couldn’t help it! He was just so… fine.

After a few long, agonizing minutes, you decide maybe he needs some cold water. Or a snack? You definitely weren’t making excuses to meet him, or see his body up close, or see those blue eyes stare back into your own.

You grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge, along with some chips you had left over before trudging your way to your door. You open it, and the heat hits you in the face. The nerves set in too late as you stand in front of his door, your lips pursed into a thin line, you raise your hand to knock—knock, knock, knock!

“Coming!”

God, he sounds like a supermodel. You make a mental reminder to thank god for this guy’s parents because goddamn did they do a good deed.

The door swings open before you can spiral anymore, his hand on the door frame as he leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Hey, something you need?”

You suck in air, nearly gasping for it as you hold the bottle and chips up, “Hi, I, um, I live next door and I saw you moving your stuff in,” totally not creepy, “so I decided to get you a snack and some water.”

He looks delightfully surprised, “God, thanks. I needed this. I just plugged my fridge in, so it isn’t cold enough to use yet.” he grins, taking the bottle and the chips.

You watch closely as he pops open the bottle, hooks his lips on it, and gulps it down. You watch each bob of his throat, the way a few loose drops slink down the corner of his lips and roll down his neck. He pulls away with a soft breath of air, his lips glistening.

He turns back to you with a smile, “You’re a lifesaver,” he laughs out, “I’m Phainon, by the way.”

Phainon. God’s gift to earth, Phainon.

You tell him your name and he nods, “Cute name.” You both stare for a second before he clears his throat, “Well, I should get back to work. I gotta bring this AC in before I melt.”

You laugh, your hands fidgeting as you take a few steps to the side, watching him step out from his house and walk to the U-Haul parked in his driveway, “Hope the water helps out a little!”

He sets down the bottle and the chips in the back of the truck before turning to you, his blue eyes glistening as he calls out, “Oh yeah! It’s helping already!”

“Well, bye! I’ll see you around!” you say back.

“Yeah! You’ll see me a lot since I’m always home, either that or workin’!” he replies.

You see his body glisten in the sun as he tucks his fingers underneath his shirt, peeling it off his skin and over his head, tossing it into the grass before stretching out his neck and shoulders.

You turn quickly and practically run into your house. Despite the air conditioner being on, the cool breeze does little to nothing at calming your heated body down. You breathe heavily as you lean against the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

This is going to be a long, long, looooonnnggg, summer.

Every day, you see him, either getting into his car or doing some yard work. Now and then, you guys bump into each other, making up small talk about whatever comes to mind.

These recent nights have been agonizing. It’s like he’s tormenting you with his body. His bedroom window is straight across from yours, and even though he has curtains— he never closes them.

You aren’t complaining, honestly. It’s just getting kind of hard to focus throughout the day, knowing you’re probably going to see your sexy neighbor getting dressed tonight.

And you’re right.

He is getting dressed— or more so, undressed. You watch as he lifts his shirt up over his head, shaking his hair side to side to seemingly make it more comfortable. You can’t see, but he unbuckles his belt, his head leaning down to watch his hands. To you, it looks a bit more suggestive than that, your lips pursed in a thin line as heat crawls up your back.

He tosses his shirt onto a chair that’s in front of a gaming PC, before tossing his belt onto the chair as well. Your heart jumps quickly as he turns to the window, it seems to be only for a glance, but you swear he looks right at you. You chalk it up to overthinking. Phainon walks out of view, and suddenly you’re able to breathe again.

You slowly turn around and crawl into your bed. You weren’t planning on ever getting a summer crush or something cliche like that. But here you are, lying in your bed, snuggled against your comforter in the dark with the soft hum of the AC in the back as you breathe heavily. You feel your heart in your throat, and the only thing on your mind is him.

Your stupid neighbor. Your stupidly handsome and oddly sexy neighbor. Phainon. You groan and stuff your face into a pillow. Your hands squeeze your pillow with so much vigor, you’re shocked it doesn’t rip.

It’s just a crush, a silly crush. It has to be.

You fall asleep thinking that, and you dream of him. It’s an odd dream, really, you dream that Phainon is looking down at you with a lopsided grin—

“Time to get to work, huh?” he reaches down with garden gloves and wraps his hand around you, ripping you out from the ground before setting you beside him in a barrel. You saw his veins bulge, his muscles tense as he ripped you out with a sharp groan.

Your body shudders as you wake, eyes wide and drool soaking your pillow.

Yes, you dreamt that you were a weed, and he was ripping you from the soil. Did you feel ashamed? Yes. Did you like it? Also yes. Not your finest moment, but hey, sexy neighbors make everyone act weird.

The day drags out longer than you ever wanted it to, the dream haunting you throughout the day as well. You sit on the porch after running some errands, a drink in your hand with a cupcake on your lap.

The sun is beating down as you sip your drink, eyes watching the cars drive by. You spot Phainon’s car pulling into his driveway, silently cursing yourself.

He steps out of the car and shuts the door behind him. He looks mad, his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, and his jaw is tight as he makes his way into his house, shutting the door behind him with a loud thump.

You take a bite of your cupcake. Worry seeps into your veins, wondering what could have made the sweetest boy you know upset. You’ve never seen him angry prior to this, maybe frustrated when a dog would soil his lawn, but never angry.

You see him exit his house again, phone in hand, as he takes quick steps down the stairs. He stops for a second to look down at his phone, a soft curse exiting his lips as he does.

“You okay?” you call out warily. His head perks up in your direction, similar to a dog.

His face eases as soon as he sees you, “Yeah, I’m fine. Stupid dude at my job broke something and I gotta fix it.”

“Ohhh. Are you like, a handyman?” you giggle out.

He laughs, stuffing his phone into his pocket, “Actually, yeah. Kinda. I mow lawns and stuff, take out their weeds and install those uhh, like—” he snaps his fingers for a second, looking down. He remembers as he looks up with a smile, “Landscape edgings!”

“Wow,” you look surprised, “How much does it cost? My lawn is a mess, actually.”

He laughs, “I don’t think it’s that bad. It costs like three or ten per foot, but for you, I’d do it for free.”

Oh. Oh.

“No payment needed except your time.”

Stupid, Phainon.

“Cool, just call me or something when you can do it.” you manage out, despite the feeling of your heart jumping into your throat. He steps closer to your porch, carefully leaning on it underneath the wooden railing.

“How can I call you?”

“Oh, sorry,” you speak out, the embarrassment sinking into your veins as you reach for his phone. He puts it into your phone, his fingertips grazing yours for a moment before you grab hold of his phone.

You enter your number into his phone before giving it back to him: “Here’s my number, call me whenever needed.”

“Awesome. I will be calling you every day from now on because all the friends I have are men.” he laughs out and you laugh along with him, “That must suck.” you respond as he retreats back to his car.

“It does suck! They are all so dramatic, too,” he huffs as he slips into his car, rolling down his window, leaning over to say one more thing, “I’ll call you later! At work, maybe. I don’t know! But make sure to pick up.”

“I will!”

At least now he has your number.

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