#I HOPE YOU LIKE IT JAZZ <333

[formulaforza]

💐 hi my wonderful birthday girl !! so i was thinking about a dress coded lewis blurb (because i was born a lewis and ts girl) where they just get drunk together and there’s teases flying and stuff. keep it as brief as u wish <333

—you can take it off

lewis hamilton x merc!reader summ. thank you stephy i love u bad <3 inspo from... ur never gonna believe it... this. hope it's up to your standards my love. 2.7k (kind of got out of hand)

You were half-asleep and half-drunk the night of the Belgium Grand Prix. The air was cool, recycled like all air seems to be in hotels, smelled of too-strong perfume and was filled with the dull noise of elevator jazz. What had begun as a before-we-go-to-bed night cap in the hotel bar with Bono had turned into a seemingly never ending addition of guests. 

Valtteri was first to join—never could pass up the opportunity to give you shit, to offer you job postings at Alfa Romeo that weren’t job postings at all—and with him around, there’s no casual drinking. You don’t try to keep up, not really, because you know you don’t stand a chance, but also because he would never let you. After all these years of being just a few months younger than him, he still calls you kiddo, still promises to call your parents when you’re out after dark, and always sends you a text after a race with some… questionable strategy decisions you’re catching flack for online. 

A brief appearance from Toto and Susie, just long enough for them to know they had no business trying to go drink for drink with Valtteri, and then they’re wishing all three of you a wonderful summer break and retreating to whatever room is considered prestige enough for Motorsport’s it-couple. 

And then there was Lewis, the last to arrive, who never called you kid, who never viewed you as one. He sits adjacent you in the red, high back leather booth and takes up a seat and a half, the toe of his shoe brushing against the side of yours, flashing you apologetic puppy dog eyes every time he bumps against yours. 

It’s somewhere between drink number five and six that Lewis gets his first, insists on a toast to the summer break that officially began… six hours and fifty-three minutes ago. For a long season this and a too-short summer break that, you lot had a mouthful of things to complain about, but a million more to be grateful for. “To not having work for a month,” Lewis proposes, clinking his glass against yours, offering a quick wink and holding it up properly over the table. 

“To no racing-talk for a few weeks,” Bono adds, clinking his glass against Lewis’. 

“To summer-fucking-break,” Valtteri chimes in, laughing at himself before the rest of you get the chance to match it. 

“To summer fucking break,” you repeat because you know there’s no better way to sum it all up. 

Unlike the other two, you slowed down when Lewis joined, wanted to give him time to catch up, to give yourself time to meet him somewhere in the middle. A glass of water and a virgin rum and coke and another water and the night is still young. 

“First summer break as the big boss, kiddo,” Valtteri remarks, and you have to squint to hear him through the alcohol-induced thickening of his accent. 

“That’s right!” Bono laughs. Your cheeks run hot at their mention of your title, of your promotion following James’ departure earlier in the season. Lewis smiles against the rim of his glass, bumps his foot against yours and doesn’t give you apologetic eyes. No, he raises his brows so slightly you think you’re the only one that notices, which is probably exactly the way he intended it to be. “Little miss queen of strategy is making the big money now, got any big travel plans?”

Lewis clears his throat, and your eyes dart over to his almost instinctively. “You’re staying in London, yeah?”

He’s right. Your summer-break plans consist of four weeks of trying to remember what it feels like to do nothing, failing at that task pathetically, and spending the rest of the time meticulously picking apart every call you’ve made all season and imagining the million and one things you could’ve done differently and their billion and two outcomes. 

You pick apart the drink napkin, tear it into tiny little pieces. “Yeah, yeah. Just staying home, catching up with friends and family,” you clarify, try not to sound as pathetic as you feel. It’s hard not to when you’re sitting next to the guy who spends his offseason snowboarding in Antarctica with his celebrity friends and his weeks off traveling to Paris fashion week for front row seats next to supermodels. Anything you say would sound pathetic to someone who makes thirty-five million a year. 

“I love it,” he nods, stares right through you and into your soul so you know he’s being genuine. “That’s awesome.”

You nod, swallow hard, purposely angle your body away from his, to the rest of the group. “What about you guys?”

Lewis laughs, soft, quiet, completely under his breath. The kind of laugh that deserves to be bottled into a jar and kept on a shelf for safe keeping. You know he’s always laughed like that, even before he knew you, but in the last few months it just feels different. Good different, like he’s laughing just for you now instead of everyone else too. 

You know you’re crazy, that he’s just Lewis being Lewis and you’re just single for the first time in a long time and also drunk. Not half drunk anymore, just drunk—even if you do think you’re meeting him in the middle, you’re not. He’s just chasing after. 

“Back home, too,” Bono concludes. “Take a breather, might head up to the country with the family.”

“You’ll take pictures, yeah?” Lewis asks, starts to pick up the pieces of your napkin tear pile and move them in front of him like a kid who isn’t patient enough to share or destructive enough to rip up his own. You watch in your peripheral, the way he fiddles with the wet paper, gets it stuck to his fingertips. You can’t laugh, so you don’t, but you want to. You think he knows you want to. 

Bono scoffs, nods while swallowing a sip of his drink—something dark, something pungent. Not what you would have pegged him for ordering, even after knowing him as long as you have. “So I can compare with the likes of you lot and,” he turns to Lewis, leers around you to emphasize the eyeline, “your million dollar vacations or,” and then the other way, back to Valtteri, “your olympic cycling events?”

Valtteri smiles, swirls his drink—gin, you think. Expensive. “Yes.”

“No chance.”

“I’ll be sure to send you a picture of me having a meltdown when I think about our side pods from the beginning of the year,” you chime in, because it’s not like they all don’t know you well enough to know exactly what you mean by spending time with friends and family at home.

 “What sidepods?” Lewis chuckles.

“Fucking exactly,” you add, mirror his mannerisms without even realizing it, all the way down to readjusting in your seat when you’ve had your laugh. 

“Could be worse,” Bono offers. “Could be last year.”

Lewis nods, holds his drink up in the direction of Valtteri across the table. “We never should have let you leave.”

He smiles, weak, lips  pursed. “I could have told you that.”

The night continues on, all drinks and laughs and yawns, occasional remarks that it’s about time I head up, followed by another round, another joke, another comment about this, that, or the other thing. 

You’ve always liked Lewis when he’s a little tipsy. He lightens up a bit, you can actually watch the stress drip from him like sweat, all the titles and the wins and the losses, they all just fall away when he’s relaxed like this. You’ve always liked him like this. Always. Before he was king of the world and before he was the prodigal son and every moment in between. 

After every joke he makes—or, after every comment he makes that he thinks could be considered a joke—you find yourself laughing, because it’s Lewis and you have a crush on him and of course you do. And, without fail, everytime you laugh, he winks, like you’re in on some inside joke even though he’s making it to the whole table, like there’s some double meaning to all of his words that are meant just for you, just for the two of you to understand. 

Somewhere in it all, it comes back to Lewis, because, well, it always does. “Is your back still bothering you?” Bono asks, and you think you already know the answer. You think you know, because you can’t remember the last time you;d seen him take careful consideration of his posture when he sits. Not even now is he sitting up straight, with his legs perfectly spread a shoulder’s width apart and his feet flat on the floor. Instead, he’s taking up more room than he needs to, all relaxed and comfortable on the leather booth bench. 

He swipes his thumb over the  condensation of his glass, looking up from the action at you, and then to Bono. “No, no. All good there.”

“All good?” Bono prods, because he was on the receiving end of a year and a half of complaints from Lewis.

Lewis nods, clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth. “No Paracetamol in a month.”

Across the table, Valterri chimes in. “None?” 

“None for my back,” Lewis says, and the whole table laughs. You just watch him, though, because who laughs better than he does? You could wax poetic about it without a second thought, the way that his lips upturn and his cheeks round and his eyes crinkle and go soft in a way that makes you feel like you’re the funniest person in the world even when you’re not making a joke. The way that his smile is brighter than anyone’s you’ve ever seen, and the way that if you look at it for too long, you think about how it would feel to run your finger along the gap in his teeth. 

“That’s what I thought,” Valtteri mutters off the end of his laugh. “You're getting old.”

“Not too old to make half a million.”

The entire table’s heads fly to him. You gasp, an embarrassingly wide smile on your face. “You didn’t!” You almost yell, smacking his upper arm with a weak hand. 

He mocks your gasp, makes it somehow more dramatic and over the top and laughs sweetly, shrugging your hand off his arm and letting his hand fall to your leg, bumping your foot with his again. “I didn’t.” The table chuckles, you pout, and then you realize that his hand is on your thigh, that it’s staying there quite comfortably, and that you mind it less than he does. 

“Don’t be a tease,” you sigh, take a swig of your drink. Your knees are suddenly weak, like you know you wouldn’t be able to stand up if you wanted to. It’s like he can sense your change but can’t quite read it, because then he’s moving his hand back to his own lap, interlocking it with the other and resting it there.

 He nods, suddenly shy, suddenly guilty. “It’s as good as done.”

Valtteri laughs. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.” You hear what he says, but you’re not listening, not really. Lewis stares into you like he wants to look anywhere else—apologetic eyes and a fear he’s taken a misstep. He hasn’t, you want to tell him. You haven’t, put your hand back, please. Silently, you try to convey what shouldn’t dare be spoken. “I’ll believe it when pen is on paper.”

He snaps his eyes away from you, back to Valtteri. You don’t follow suit, stay fixed on him, on trying— hard—to get your message across. “I’m telling you, they’re announcing it after the summer break.”

“Whatever you say, Mate.”

Bono nods around a mouthful of alcohol, sets his half-empty glass down with an incidental thud. “Who’s to say we still want your geriatric ass?”

Lewis raised his interlocked hands from his lap, to the tabletop, resting his elbows on the wood grain and rattling the empty glasses when he does it. He leans in towards the center of the table, even though the only person separating him and Bono is you. “Would you tell Schumacher ‘no?’”

“What was that?” You ask, your words a convenient excuse to lean in closer, to settle into a spot that much closer to him without raising any brows. To brace for the shift, you leave your hand on his thigh with less subtly than your original movement, but it’s okay. It’s okay—only Lewis knows where your hands are, and you don’t want it to be subtle, don’t want anything to be lost in translation. “I can’t hear you over your ego,” you smile, and your fingers dance up his leg just a few, careful inches. 

He drops back into his seat, drops his hands back into his lap. Under the table, he grabs yours and laughs, but it’s stifled, stunted, not quite relaxed. “Very funny,” he humors, and moves your hand back. His stays too, though, and he crosses one leg over the other under the table. His thumb moves over the fabric of your slacks in shudder-worthy circles. 

“Someone’s gotta check you,” you smile, nod in the direction of your tablemates without ever looking away from him. “These two won’t.”

Bono scoffs.“Are you kidding?”

Your smile grows. “How do you want me to answer that, Peter?”

“Damn,” Lewis laughs so hard he coughs. “She Peter-ed you. That’s cold.”

“You’re the one comparing yourself to Michael fucking Schumacher,” Bono scolds. 

“I didn’t say that, but,”

“But!” You interject. 

“But,” Lewis laughs, threatens to continue even though all at the table know he won’t, knows that no matter how often the media and the girlfriends and the friends and the family tell him he should put himself up there with the greatest, he’ll never quite see himself in the same light. “But it’s about time I head up, I think.”

“Ah, see,” Valtteri chuckles. “Old man Hamilton can’t hang.”

“No, he can not,” Lewis remarks, pulling his phone and his hotel keycard from his pocket, setting the latter on the table and if you were feeling a little crazier than you are, you’d swear he nudges it ever so slightly out of his bubble and into yours. He types away rapidly at his phone, and you try to pay attention to the jokes Bono and Valtteri throw around, the pokes at Lewis they make, but suddenly you’re feeling like it’s a good time to head up, too. You try to shake the crazy, to leave it with your backwash in the final sip of your drink, and you do. You do.

You do, but then he’s slipping his phone back into his pocket. He’s leaving his glass just beyond his keycard and telling you to feel free to finish it. He’s saying his goodbyes while he moves out of the booth and his hotel room key is still sat on the table next to you. It stares at you—the hard, thin plastic. Stares at you in its white paper pocket with the intricate printing of the hotel label and dares you to look at him when he walks away. 

You do, begrudgingly, subtly, and his eyes are already on yours. They’re expressionless, and yet, say so fucking much. You hold the remainder of his drink in his direction before downing it in a single gulp and then he winks at you. He looks at his keycard on the table, and then to you, and then he winks, and you’re sure you’re absolutely crazy. 

You swallow. 

“Oh, fuck,” Bono says, reaches over you to grab the keycard from the table. It’s like you were zoned out and he snapped in front of your face, the way it pulls you from Lewis to the table. “He forgot his key.”

“Oh,” you squeak, and then louder, “I can take it to him.”

“No, no, It’s okay,” Bono says, and he makes you stand up to get out of the booth. “I should be heading up anyway.”

“Really,” you half-insist, trying to convince him you can handle it without letting him in on why you’re convincing him. “It’s no problem.”

Bono pulls out his wallet, flips through the pockets of it and fiddles with his bills. “Our rooms are right by each other,” he insists, tosses his share onto the table. “I got it.”

“Okay,” you nod, accept your defeat. “Yeah, I should be heading up, too, I guess.”

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[vyrsgore]

boothill x jessica rabbit! reader

inspired by this amazing work by @hihellomy

oh this mf definitely comes to watch your shows every night

not obviously though (very obviously actually), he’ll sit in the corner of the bar or lean against a wall, smoking a cigarette as he watches you sing in your soft voice to the jazz.

he’s so in love but he won’t admit it

you notice after a while and decide to toy with him

sometimes if he’s sitting you’ll come over and sit on his lap as you sing, (like in the movie :3) and take off his hat, leaning in almost as if for a kiss, only to press his hat back into his face with a coy smile.

he overheats whenever you do that btw

he loves your voice

like he would kiss the air around your face if he could this man literally WORSHIPS the ground beneath your feet

very much the bozo who eats shit and the ethereal and godly girlfriend vibes

so ‘he makes me laugh coded’

acheron: he’s your boyfriend..? are you sure you have the right guy?

y/n: yepp :3

acheron: he eats bullets for breakfast

y/n: cute

acheron: and lunch

y/n: sounds healthy

acheron: and dinner

y/n: he likes his schedule!!!

would introduce you to acheron by bringing her to one of your shows in his regular bars (he makes her pay for her own drink lmao)

she def hits him with the ‘i’m going to sleep with ur girlfriend’ as a joke (he thinks…. he hopes…)

 buys you flowers!! after your show he goes backstage and gives them to you with a big smile :)

y/n: did you buy me flowers?

boothill: maybe.

y/n: i’ll take that as an i love you and a yes.

after you guys get together this man will sit at the back of the bar with a loaded rifle in his hand as he watches you perform and woo all the men who are head over heels for you

definitely has not, on multiple occasions, threatened them with his gun :3

when you guys weren’t dating it was kind of like a cat chase where he’s chasing after you and you know he likes you so you kind of play with him

IN CONCLUSION I LOVE THIS BOZO GIVE HIM LOVE <333

@vyrsgoreྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 do not copy or paste <3

#boothill #hsr boothill #honkai star rail boothill #star rail #fanfic #boothill x reader #boothill x y/n #boothill x you #hsr x reader

[dootdootwriting]

HIHIHI IDK IF URE STILL TAKIJG REQUEST BUT IF U ARE, ATUSHI,DAZAI AND RANPO MAKING READER CRY? (gender neutral or fem is great if that’s okayyy) TAKE CARE 😘💞💓 make sure ure eating drinking sleeping and all that jazz 🫶🫶

featuring: atsushi; dazai; ranpo (separately tw: mild descriptions of violence/injury in atsushi's part, crying, dazai typical suicide jokes/discussion of them in his part, "angel" as a pet name, swearing (from me) type: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort pronouns used: none (no use of "belladonna") (dazai flirts with another woman but god dammit that man is BISEXUAL. reader is gn) a/n: YIPPEEE THREE OF MY BEST BOYS!! and tysm im actually coming down with some kindof sickness my dad has covid so i hope its. not that LMAO but thank you <333 i'm going to bed after i write this!

under the cut for length <3 i may have gotten a LITTLE carried away with dazai DHAGHDG

ATSUSHI

is it even possible for this dude to make you cry, genuinely? he's such a caring boyfriend that he second guesses just about everything he says in case it could somehow offend you

it's partially adorable and partially annoying

so, him hurting you is pretty much out of the question. so how the hell does this sweetheart end up making you cry??

by getting hurt

he gets beaten within an inch of his life in yet another accidental run-in with akutagawa, and you have to drag him out of that situation as fast as you can, carrying him all the way to the ada

kunikida opens the door, notices your tear-stained face first and then atsushi's limp body flung over your shoulder, and calls for yosano immediately. she arrives in under three seconds, scooping him up and rushing him to her infirmary.

and now, all you can do is wait

hours after the incident, after yosano informs everyone that he'll most likely pull through, you try to get some work done. but with your boyfriend having just nearly been killed, it's pretty much impossible.

ranpo is so worried about how distressed you look that he offers you a pocky stick. you accept it and eat it, but it doesn't taste like anything.

your thanks is half-hearted.

you're sitting there in front of your google doc, eyes tired and red from sobbing earlier. there are three words written on what's supposed to be an incident report. kunikida sighs, pats you on the back, and takes your laptop away from you, telling you he'll take care of it.

that's when yosano gently re-enters the main room, calling you over

atsushi is sitting upright in bed, eyes misty. as soon as he sees you, he tries to sit up even more. yosano snaps at him.

the thing you want to do more than anything is jump into his arms and cry into his chest, but you don't want to risk hurting him even more. so, instead, you opt to gently sit on the edge of his bed and wrap your arms around him.

both of you start crying again, and atsushi promises he'll be more careful next time.

DAZAI

oh good lord . what did he do this time

jokingly flirting with yet another woman and asking if she'll do a double suicide with him again? yeah, that'll do it.

as always, his newest mark turns him down, skittering away as quickly as possible. you don't blame her.

"how come you keep asking people to commit suicide with you?"

"hm?" he doesn't seem to understand, flashing you that head-empty smile. he's completely enamored with you, you can tell, but then... why is he still up to his stupid habits?

"i mean, you're with me now. are you still really looking for someone to die with you?"

"well, you keep saying no, so what am i supposed to do~?"

it's a joke, you can tell. it's always a joke, except when it isn't, and with dazai, really, who can tell?

you don't want him to run off and end his life with some lady he met fifteen minutes ago. and they all reject him anyway, but what if, one day, one of them doesn't? would he be caught off guard and admit he was teasing? or would he not even miss a beat and actually go through with it?

the thought of him just leaving you without warning is so distressing, your eyes start to tear up. you thought you were done with this.

immediately, dazai notices. his eyebrows furrow and his expression immediately sobers.

"hey, angel, what's wrong?"

through tears, you have to explain everything to him. how much he means to you, and how little you feel that it seems that he could throw you and the rest of his life away at the drop of a hat. how you can never tell if he's joking, if he means it, if he's teasing. how much you just want him to stay with you and never leave.

he's taken aback. for a fraction of a second, dazai's eyes widen and he's left at a complete loss for words.

of course, as always, he regains his composure almost immediately, pulling you in as close as he can to his chest and rubbing circles into your back.

"i thought you knew you meant too much to me for me to do that," he murmurs, his voice as low and soothing as he can muster. "i'm so sorry, i didn't realize how much this was bothering you. i won't do it anymore, i promise. and you never have to worry about me leaving you like that. i can't just throw all this away! you're everything."

and he holds you like that for as long as you need before taking you back home.

RANPO

this man and his fucking candy i swear to god

it's always a bargain with him. you want a kiss? okay, but you owe him a lollipop. hugs? while he's working? you'd better have a cookie ready.

honestly, it's almost as if he's doing it just for you. like he doesn't love the affection just as much as you do, if not even more

ranpo enters every request of him with the mindset of it being a trade. instead of both of you receiving a kiss, it's your request, so he deserves something in return.

it's stupid is what it is (in a complete contrast to ranpo himself)

"i'm not giving you a lollipop, ranpo. you either get a hug, or you don't."

"fine, i guess i don't then. suit yourself." he spins his chair back around and gets back to typing, making a point of only using his index fingers to go as slowly as possible

"this is stupid, ranpo."

he swivels back around, his eyes open and giving you one of the most piercing expressions you've seen from him thus far.

"stupid? it's not stupid, it's just the way i do things. if you want a hug so bad, go to kunikida for all i care. besides, you should know better. if my own way sounds stupid to you, that means you're the dumb one. i'm just taking advantage of an opportunity; nobody said you had to get all fussy about it. just get back to work and leave me alone."

it stings! i mean, this is your boyfriend, who, despite being selfish at times, is usually one of the sweetest and most caring people you've met. just because of a lollipop? and you're the stupid one?

you feel like crying.

oh. you are crying?

you hadn't even noticed, and you weren't even sure why - this type of thing was usually something you should be able to suck up and give ranpo the silent treatment about.

but you're crying?

ranpo notices from the corner of his eye, and immediately feels insanely guilty

so of course he makes a show out of it.

"wait! there's something wrong! something doesn't add up!"

he stands up on his chair, procuring his glasses from his pocket and flashily but delicately placing them on his face.

"my lovely partner is crying! which can only mean one thing. it seems... in this singular, incredibly improbable situation... i, the world's greatest detective.... am wrong!"

he drops back down to sit cross legged on his chair again, puting his glasses back into his pocket.

"i'm really sorry, i didn't think this would upset you so much. i'll give you as many hugs as you want from now on."

#gubbiiscool #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #ranpo x reader #atsushi nakajima #osamu dazai #ranpo edogawa #gn!reader #atsushi bsd #dazai bsd #ranpo bsd

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

for flufftober.. would it be possible to have day 6 be with swiss x reader?? idk i fell like even tho swiss is usually dancing all feral and shit on stage, he’d also be good at other forms of dancing? like i see him being able to do all that cutesy romantic dancing and dipping the reader and all that:( anywho- idk if you’ve already gotten a request for that one and if you have, you can go with that one cause i know this one is extremely late. i just saw that prompt and immediately thought of swiss being able to do shit from salsa dancing to waltzes to jazz. idk man. he just gives those vibes… maybe even classically trained? ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG AHHH <333

Step On Your Toes

Flufftober Day 6: Dancing together

Pairings: Mountain X Reader X Swiss (Implied Poly!Ghouls X Reader)

Type: Fluff

Summary: Reader plans on surprising Swiss for his birthday with a dance, yet cannot dance to save their life. Mountain is more than happy to help.

Warnings: Light drinking, a bit of self-doubt

Word Count: 2,390

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my flufftober prompt list here. Okay, so I absolutely loved both of these ideas, so I'm realllyyy hoping y'all are cool with me merging them :) Songs mentioned: Summertime Sadness by Lana Del Ray & Grow As We Go by Ben Platt. Second prompt under the cut for space reasons :)

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“Ouch,” Mountain whispered as you once again stepped on his toes.

You sighed and dropped your hands, backing away from the tall ghoul. “I’m sorry…I don’t think I can do this. That’s what now? Eight times? I just want to surprise Swiss with a cute little dance, but all I can do is step on your toes.”

“Hey now, we have plenty of time to practice before the party. I’ll help you get this right,” he assured, resting a hand on your shoulder.

“But I haven’t been able to, and Swiss’s birthday is in less than a week. It’s my first year that I get to spend his birthday with him, and I want it to be perfect.”

Mountain pulled you into a hug, resting his chin on your head. “Swiss loves you whether or not you can dance. That ghoul is just insanely talented and a show-off. He isn’t going to love you less if you step on his toes.” His hand rubbed your back in a soothing manner.

“I don’t want to step on his toes. I want this to go smoothly.”

“Sweetheart, it’s okay not to surprise him with a dance if you’re that worried about it,” he offered.

“But I want to. I just…I don’t know…I feel like I’ll make a fool out of myself,” you said in a whisper as you walked over to the corner of the practice room to grab your water bottle.

Mountain chuckles, pulling you back against him, hugging you tightly. “Now, now, if anyone will make a fool out of themselves, my bets are all on Dewdrop and Phantom. You’ll be the least of everyone’s worries,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your head. “A few mistakes can’t throw a wrench in your plans. Plus, stepping on his feet a few times won’t ruin the dance. You were so determined to get this right when you initially asked for my help. Where’d that spirit go?”

“Probably the same place that my ability to dance went,” you mumbled as he began to sway while holding onto you. He hummed as if he were considering something. “What are you plotting?”

“How about this?” He spun you around, lifting you with ease and placing both of your feet on the tops of his. “I will move, and you will let your body move with mine. This way, I can teach you how to move the right way, then you can try it without me guiding you. How does that sound?”

You look up with a concerned look. “Do you actually think this is going to help at all?”

“Maybe…maybe not,” he shrugs. “And if it doesn’t, then we’ll think of something else to surprise Swiss,” he offered, holding you against his chest as he stared at you, his green eyes showing nothing but kindness.

“Maybe I can just get him a cat.”

“He already has Dewdrop. We don’t need another one,” Mountain teased. “Will you at least try my idea?” He asked, a slight pout on his face.

“Alright…alright, we can try it,” you sighed, giving in. You felt silly doing this, but there was a part of you that wanted this to work.

Mountain pulled his phone from his pocket and pressing play on a slow song, beginning to sway at first before moving his feet to the beat.

It wasn’t the song you intended to use with Swiss, but Mountain had a playlist of slow, mostly cheesy, romantic songs that he played while dancing in the rain or in the greenhouse with Rain.

“Summertime Sadness?” You questioned as the first notes rang through.

Mountain let out a laugh. “Hey, it’s a good song. Not every song on my playlist has to be heavy metal,” he said, moving his feet in a consistent pattern.

“The big, scary, earth ghoul is a Lana fan. Who would’ve guessed?” You teased as he danced around the room with you.

“I only know a few of her songs. Can’t lie and say they aren’t good, though,” he grinned, glad to see your mind on something other than the dancing. That only lasted a few minutes when you looked down to see his steps. He let out a gentle ‘tsk’, taking one hand off your hip to tilt your chin to look at him. “Eyes on me, love,” he whispered. “Let your body feel the beat, not your mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just feel,” he said as if that alone made perfect sense, placing his hand back on your hip.

“Earth ghouls…cryptic little creatures,” you huffed, trying to keep your eyes up.

“I am anything but little,” he scoffed.

“Yeah, okay, you aren’t little, but you’re still cryptic as hell.”

“I’m choosing to take that as a compliment.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” you laugh. He holds you close as you both move to the music. He has one hand on your waist and the other holding your hand. It’s sweet and simple, and you almost forget that you’re not moving yourself.

At one point he sets you on the ground, and there’s a small look of panic in your eyes before he spins you. He lets you twirl once, guided by his hand, then puts a hand on your waist, dips you, and gives you a chaste kiss. He grins as he pulls you back to stand on his feet.

“What was that for?”

“What? Can’t kiss my favorite human?” He chuckles, continuing to move along to the music.

“Well, you can. I just wasn’t expecting it,” you confess, laughing with him.

The song comes to an end and both of you just stand there, not quite moving. “Want to try another song like this, or do you want to try it without me guiding you?”

You pause to think, weighing the options. “What if we do two more songs like this, take a break, then let me try it on my own.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he smiles, already pressing play on the next song.

—

The night of the party comes rather quickly. You and Mountain had been practicing for a few hours each day, determined to get this dance down.

The room feels like it’s practically alive. People are dancing, talking, and drinking. There’s some sort of upbeat song playing. Even the decorations add an extra buzz. Truly a party designed for the lively multi-ghoul.

You were in the corner, sipping a glass of champagne, and practically freaking out. Mountain had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, trying to comfort you.

“You’re too tense,” he said gently. “You did phenomenal yesterday. Didn’t even step on my toes once.”

“I know, but that was practicing. And with you. Swiss is…such a good dancer. I’m pretty sure he knows every dance ever created. I’m going to embarrass myself.”

“You’re not going to embarrass yourself. I promise. No one will even notice if you mess up because if you mess up–”

“–when I mess up.”

“–if you mess up, he’ll cover for you and make sure no one knows that it was you. Trust me, he’ll guide you through it if he has to, but you’ll do amazing,” he assures.

“I don’t know…this just feels like a mistake.”

“Look at me,” he says, tilting your head up. “He’s going to love it. He’ll be thrilled that you even made the attempt if this ends horribly. He loves you, and nothing will change that.”

You sigh, staring at the bubbles in your glass. “I know…I just want this to be good.”

“It will be. You need to stop doubting yourself,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Swiss walks over with an excited grin. He’s dressed up - as is everyone else - but has a silly cone on his head, strapped to his chin that reads ‘Birthday Boy’ that Phantom and Aurora made him. “Well hello, lovebirds,” he laughs, throwing an arm around you. 

You smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy birthday, Swiss.”

“Are you two enjoying yourselves?” He asks, looking between you and Mountain, taking a sip of whatever was in his cup.

“I am, don’t know about this one,” Mountain teases, which gets him an elbow to the ribs.

Swiss looks down at you, a look of confusion on his face. “Now why is that?”

“No reason,” you say, taking a sip of champagne and giving Mountain a dirty look for saying something.

“Oh come on, you can’t not have a good time at my party. It’s my birthday,” he pouts. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“What’s wrong is that Mountain can’t keep his mouth shut.”

Mountain chuckles. “Guilty as charged.”

“No, seriously, is something wrong?” Swiss asks, he takes his arm from around your face to look at you face to face, trying to gauge your true feelings.

“It’s nothing important, Swiss. I swear.”

“Pinky promise?” He lifts his hand, making a fist, and extending his pinky.

You interlock your pinky with his. “Pinky promise,” you assure.

You chat for a few more minutes until Swiss gets called away by another guest. Mountain turns toward you with a skeptical look.

“So when are you planning on bringing him out for the dance exactly?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess when it feels right.”

“You worked yourself up, didn’t you?”

“What? No,” you said with playful denial, taking a sip of champagne to avoid eye contact.

“I’m not letting you leave this room until you dance with him,” he persists, taking the glass from you. “You worked so hard, and he’s going to absolutely love to see you surprise him.”

“I really don’t-”

“Nope. No more ‘I don’t’ or ‘I can’t’,” he interrupts. “You really should pull him aside, and ask him to dance. You don’t need to keep doubting yourself.”

“You’re right,” you sigh. “Are you sure he won’t laugh if I embarrass myself?”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, well that was just practicing. He’s not going to laugh.”

“Fine. Alright, I’ll go talk to him.”

“Good,” Mountain says, grabbing your waist and kissing the top of your head. “You’re going to do great. I believe in you.”

“Thank you, Mountain.”

“Of course, sweetheart. Go knock ‘em dead,” he grins, pushing you in the direction of Swiss.

You swallow the lump in your throat, then walk over to Swiss who’s in a conversation with Rain and Cirrus.

All of the ghoul’s knew about your surprise, except Swiss of course, so Rain and Cirrus exchanged a knowing look, ready to let you take Swiss away.

“Hey, do you mind if I steal this one?” You asked, slightly hesitant, putting a hand on Swiss’s shoulder.

“By all means,” Rain smirks, taking Swiss’s glass and party hat, then pulling Cirrus away.

You take a shaky breath, then pull Swiss to the dance floor as the opening to Grow As We Go begins.

“What are you doing?” Swiss asks with a slight smile. You move one of his hands to your waist, wrap that hand around his neck, then hold the other in your free hand.

“Surprising you?” You offer, beginning to sway to the music and trying to move your feet in the way Mountain taught you.

“You know you’re supposed to watch your dancing partner, not your feet, right?” He teases.

You look up, a slightly worried expression. “I’m sorry,” you say with a slight frown.

“Are you worried you’re going to step on my toes?”

“A bit…I haven’t been able to do this without stepping on Mountain’s at least once.”

“So that’s where you two have been sneaking off to,” he grins. “If it makes you feel better, my feet are much smaller than his.”

You laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. He’s been helping me for the past few weeks. I know you really like you to dance, and that you’re really good at it, so I figured I would try to surprise you.”

“Well, you’re doing a great job so far. You’ve only stepped on my toes once.”

“I did? Oh, I’m sorry,” you frown, looking back at your feet.

He grabs your chin and smiles at you. “Hey, did I complain? No, I didn’t, so let me see those beautiful eyes.”

A shy smile comes over your face. “I’m sorry, I just…really want this to be perfect.”

“The fact that you felt comfortable enough to do this for me makes this perfect as is. You’re perfect,” he says softly.

The crowd is watching, but neither of you seem to care. It’s just a moment for the two of you. You bring yourself closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’re doing amazing, you know,” he whispers, resting his head on top of yours.

You hum in acknowledgement and sway to the music. It seems to fade out, like the only thing happening in the room is Swiss holding you close. It’s the perfect moment.

He begins to hum along with the song, then pushes you away to spin you just as Mountain had done many times before. You let him twirl you before he wrapped you back in his arms with your back to his chest, pressing a kiss to your jaw. You giggled as his facial hair tickled your cheek.

He smiled and let out a light laugh. “You look amazing tonight.”

“I really should be the one complimenting you, birthday boy.”

He laughed again. “It’s my birthday, I can do what I want.”

He spun you out once more as the song began to wrap up. Holding you by the waist, he bent you back, planting a sweet, yet passionate kiss to your lips as the song ended. When he brought you upright, he was holding your cheek as he continued to kiss you.

“Thank you,” he whispered, keeping his face close to yours and staring into your eyes.

“I love you, Swiss. Happy birthday,” you said as you pressed another kiss to his lips.

He wrapped you in his arms, pulling you into a tight hug. “I love you so much, sweetheart. This was truly an incredible surprise,” he said, squeezing you against him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and returning the hug.

“And guess what?” He pulls away, a playful grin on his face.

“What?”

“You only stepped on my toes three times.”

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[versadies]

hehe i am as fast as lighting mcqueen /j

hi! can i request kazuha 7, 15, and morning. thank you very much and hope you have a good day :D

that one cute barista. (kazuha x gn!reader)

AIRLINE... THAT ONE CUTE BARISTA

STEWARD... kaedehara kazuha (w/ gn!reader)

LOCATION... galesong hill (coffee shop au), 15 ST. "is this a date?" / "are you trying to ask me out?"

PLANE... fluff/no-angst, modern!au, barista!kazuha, second-hand embarrassment (?), no tw as far as i know :D

PASSENGERS... @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @zuyoo @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @koshiisu @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade

LANDING... in which a friend of yours has enough of you drooling over that cute barista in the coffee shop you frequently go to and take matters into his own hands.

PILOT... here's my first fic for my 7k milestone event!! hope you enjoy this anon <333

PENPAL SERVICE... MASTERLIST

Every morning, the first place you go to is a certain coffee shop that’s near your place.

The place is to your liking with its jazz music, polite employees who make sure to serve everyone’s order fast, peaceful atmosphere, busy customers going about their day, and of course, the coffee shop’s cutest employee you’ve ever laid your eyes on. 

The moment you entered the coffee shop to order your usual drink, you instantly spotted a cute white-haired man stationed by the cashier instead of the old barista who used to be there, and boy was he sweet and so.. So dreamy!

So who could blame you for falling in love right there and then?

Since then, you start to get ready for the day happily and make sure to not look like you’ve risen up from the dead. Sure, you sometimes spoke the wrong order that’s only available from another restaurant, but the way he’s staring at you with his dreamy smile makes your legs turn to jelly. Sure, you pronounced his name wrong, but he forgave you after you kept apologizing so many times. Sure, you always have the urge to squeal every time his fingers brushes yours or is just doing the bare minimum, but you always contain yourself. Sure, you’re a bit of a coward to make a conversation with him in fear of embarrassing yourself, but only a person can hope that something will happen right?

Your friend isn’t impressed to say the least.

As far as you know, Scaramouche is the only person who knows about your silly little crush thanks to you daydreaming while staring at Kazuha, and decided that he’ll dedicate his entire life on either teasing the crap out of you or comment about it every time he catches you drooling over the barista. 

Usually, it’s the latter.

“You’re seriously not wearing perfume, are you?” Scaramouche comments, his nose scrunching as soon as the fragrance you’re wearing hits him. “Ugh, you are! All for that barista?” 

You immediately feel your cheeks warm up in response, embarrassed by how loud your friend was. “Shut up, you’re embarrassing me! What if he hears you?!”

He scoffs in response. “What is he gonna do about it? Kick me out?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Just go enjoy your weird order.” 

“Weird?! How is quad long shot grande in a venti cup half calf double cupped no sleeve salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla substitute 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha and substitute 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra hot extra foam extra caramel drizzle extra salt and add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with light ice well stirred weird?!” 

How does he not forget a long order such as that? You’ll never know. “...I think that alone explains it.”

You couldn’t help but look at where Kazuha is all the while Scaramouche protests about your comment. You hope he’s single, you would feel guilty if it turns out that he’s taken. 

Unnoticed by you, your dreamy sigh made Scaramouche stop talking and raise an eyebrow at you. Are you seriously unashamedly watching a barista looking like you’re about to drool while ignoring him talking about how his order isn’t weird but just long?! 

Disgusting, outrageous! 

The sounds of Scaramouche grumbling and his chair moving made you finally look at your friend in confusion. “Where are you going?” You ask. Unfortunately he didn’t reply, heading towards the cashier counter with his hands buried in his pockets. 

Huh, maybe he’s just going to order some food– 

What. Is. He. Doing. You thought with your eyes slowly widening, watching Scaramouche talking to Kazuha about something, unsure if whether or not you should panic.

It was when Kazuha glances at your way while Scaramouche was talking to him that made you panic. 

What is that buffoon doing?!

You could feel sweat in your palms as you overthink about what your friend is talking about with your crush, especially when the barista started laughing lightly. Surely, he can’t possibly be telling him about your crush as some petty comeback, right?

When Scaramouche comes back, he suddenly sits down with his arms crossed, an unexplainable expression on his face. 

“What did you tell him?” You ask nervously. 

“Just asked if they sell any chocolate since I’m craving one.” He spoke casually.

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, unsure if you should take his word for it or not. 

“Why? Did you think I’d actually drag myself to the counter and tell him about how you’re basically drooling over him?” He brought up with a grin. 

“N-No! Of course not!” 

Oh well, it’s not like Kazuha didn’t look like he’s disgusted or anything, so maybe Scaramouche is telling the truth, giving you a reason to continue your day without thinking of it too much. 

–

Turns out, he wasn’t telling the truth.

The next day after, you went to the coffee shop once more but without Scaramouche this time, the incident was long forgotten. As always, you order your usual and come to an available table that’s not too near to the cashier but near enough to gaze at him without him noticing (or so you hoped). 

It took perhaps a few minutes until someone places something on top of your table, causing you to flinch in surprise and look up at the person–

No way. 

“I hope you’re not allergic to cake or anything.” Kazuha spoke with a smile that made you want to swoon. 

You blink a few times, using your still sleepy brain cells to process what’s going on until you immediately sit up straight. “O-Oh uh… I don’t recall ordering one– u-unless I did of course,  but did I actually order one though–?”

“Consider this one on the house.” Kazuha interrupts with an amused laugh. “You can thank your friend for this. I’m free around 17:00 and will wait for you here.” 

Your mouth opens agape. “Wait, what are you waiting for exactly?” 

He laughs once again, causing the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy from such beautiful sounds. “For you, of course.”

…What?

You look like a fish already, trying to process what he’s trying to say as your heart beats in anticipation. Is he… doing what you think he’s doing?

“...Is this a date?” You ask hesitantly, regretting immediately when you realized that it’s probably not what he’s hinting–

“Do you want it to be?”

You feel your cheeks and ears warming real quick in response. “..Yes…?”

His smile reaches up to his eyes. Who knew such eyes could brighten up because of you? “Great then. I’ll see you later, ( Name ).”

“See… you later…?” You spoke in a trance, watching him walking back to the counter before he continues to serve more drinks to other customers. 

…

Dear Celestia if you’re hearing this, I don’t ever wanna wake up. You thought, looking down at the cake with a now wide smile.

ONE DAY AGO.

Just as Kazuha finishes giving one last customer their order, he hears someone clearing their throat, causing him to turn around and see Scaramouche standing nearby. 

“May I help you, Scaramouche?” The barista asks. “I hope I didn’t get your order wrong–”

“You gotta ask them out before I go insane, Kazuha.” 

Kazuha almost chokes on his own saliva, taken back by surprise from his bold words. “I’m sorry, pardon?” 

“Do you know what it’s like for me to spend my morning with that lunatic drooling over you and you drooling over them while we’re on our way home?” Scaramouche hissed. “If none of you won’t speak up and ask each other out for what – months? I’ll do it myself.”

The barista couldn’t help but glance at your way, his mouth twitches upward at the sight of your nervous face. 

“Alright, just give me a day since you do look like you’re about to lose your hair.” 

“Thank you.” Scaramouche spoke in a relieved tone, but stopped himself from walking away when he remembered something. “By the way, you added too much ice on my drink when I said it should be light.” 

Kazuha sweatdrops. “...I see.”

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[mythicalmyles]

— req, (reader and characters involved are obviously 18+.)

it is my birthday today!! i am officially one year close to death woo yippee and all that jazz.

reader is the younger brother adopted brother of one of the creepypastas, he's super shy n introverted but also a massive perv & a virgin too!! one day one of his brother's friends catch him being inappropriate n deicide to help him n pop his cherry.

you can deicide what kinks there are in this i just really need sloppy kisses/make out n marking and,,, whining <33 lotsa whinning and being fucked stupid if you'd ever be so kind ahdjakdjaf. <333

– [ 💤 anon ]

aw i hope u had an amazing one and i hope you like thiss

(Name) was always quite, kept to himself. Most of the time he was day dreaming about his brothers various friends piping him. All of them were so much bigger then him, it was exhilarating.

Currently they were all sat in some dusty shack, (Name) hadn’t known why he’d chosen to leave with his brother but he’d gotten quite attached despite being adopted siblings, he was the closest thing (Name) had ever had to the real thing. Hoodie might’ve been completely different from the man he once knew but Hoodie had always looked out for him.

He didn’t approve of what they did, but this far in he didn’t have a choice. He knew that if it wasn’t for the fact his brother was Hoodie he would’ve been long dead.

He shrugged off his thoughts, his drunk mind swirling as he glanced at everyone in the room. They were all pretty drunk at this point, (Name) had tuned out when they had started discussing training. He couldn’t help it, he wasn’t the athletic type.

“I don’t know, next thing you know im balls deep in him.” Masky laughed, (Name) discreetly crossed his arms over his lap. He’d ended up sat between Cody and Toby, it was the only seat left. “Then i slit his throat.” Masky had a smirk coating his face, his eyes sent shivers down (Names) spine. Everyone however laughed, (Name) pretended to still be daydreaming until Cody bumped his shoulder. Questioning (e/c) eyes met brown. “You good?” (Name) nodded quickly feeling everyones stare at him. “Just tired. I finished late.” He spoke through a yawn, he wasn’t lying. He worked as a waiter and it was draining as hell.

“Aww poor boy.” Toby grinned rustling his hair, (Name) laughed and shot him a smile. They continued talking about perverse things, (Name) felt like he was suffocating. “I’m gonna head to bed.” He muttered after another yawn, standing up and making his way upstairs.

He’d barley gotten through his door before yanking his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. He kicked the door closed and fell back against the edge of the bed, hand on his cock. Their words echoed through his mind, Cody’s story particularly hitting him.

His mind immedietly switched him and Cody’s victim, picturing it was him Cody was pressing to a tree hands running all over his body. He hadn’t gone far with that victim but in (Names) mind Cody was pulling down his jeans, grabbing his ass.

“What a pervert.” The sudden voice had him jolting upright, face to face with Cody. (Name) froze as Cody began walking towards him, he shoved himself backwards trying to get away but only resulted in Cody pinning him to his headboard. Cody grabbed his wrists, pinning them either side of his head. “I-I’m sorry.” Was all (Name) could choke out as Cody brought his face close, noses touching.

Cody kept their eyes locked until he suddenly closed his eyes, pushing his lips against (Names). (Names) eyes fluttered closed as he began kissing back, allowing Cody to push his tongue into his mouth and take over the kiss. (Name) was quick to loose his breath, the kiss was heated and sloppy and it took over his mind. When Cody let go of his wrists to grab his hips (Names) arms were quick to grip onto his shoulders, grabbing onto the grey fabric.

(Name) whined into Cody’s mouth as he ground their hips together, (Name) couldn’t believe it was actually happening. He never thought he’d end up underneath Cody, body’s grinding together. “I dont think you need this.” Cody’s voice was breathy as he pulled back, chest heaving as his hands began pulling off (Names) jeans. Once they were off the threw them off to the side, hands quick to grab (Names) hips and pushing their lips back together. Cody sucked on his bottom lip and (Name) let out a whine, his mind swirling.

(Name) felt like he was over heating, opening his mouth when Cody pushed his fingers against his lips. He sucked on Cody’s digits, keeping eye contact as he soaked them in his saliva. “What a good slut you are.” Cody grinned as he thrusted his fingers into (Names) throat, resulting in him gagging. Cody pulled his fingers out of (Names) mouth, moving to slide a finger into his ass.

The moan (Name) let out spurred Cody into pushing another in, biting his lip as he watched (Name) close his eyes in pain. “Aww never had anything in here before?.” (Name) moaned and shook his head, half lidded eyes gazing at Cody. Cody was slow with thrusting his finger into (Name), once he relaxed Cody began scissoring him. Every moan and whine that fell through (Names) went straight to Cody’s cock.

Cody bit his lip as he pushed a third finger in, eyes glued to (Names) face. Cody wanted to catch every expression he could make. (Name) felt like he was on cloud nine as Cody finger fucked him, he melted under Cody’s stare.

Cody pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bed as he moved back. He gripped (Names) hips and pushed him onto his hands and knees. The brunet smirked as his hands gripped (s/c) hips, positioning his cock against (Names) hole. Cody wasted no time before slamming deep into (Name), his cry spurring Cody to begin thrusting. (Names) toes curled as he let out choked moans, falling face first into the mattress. He gripped onto it for dear life as Cody rammed balled deep into his hole. Tears were welling in (Names) eyes, he almost felt drunk.

Cody suddenly dove onto him, his chest pressed tightly against (Names) back. Cody linked their hands as he pressed them either side of (Names) head, Cody’s lips pressed to the back of his neck as he began sucking bruises onto (s/c) skin. Despite the fact (Name) bore most of Cody’s weight it threw him, the lack of oxygen combined with Cody grinding his cock deep into his ass was almost enough to shoot him over the edge.

“Please.” (Name) begged, arching his back and moaning loudly as Cody hit deeper inside of him. “You gonna cum all over my cock? Like the good little whore you are?” (Names) broken moans echoed around the room along with Cody’s grunts. Cody moved their hands under (Names) neck, using the new leverage to pick up speed. (Name) couldn’t think as his prostate was hit over and over, Cody striking deep with every thrust.

(Name) came with a high pitched moan, clenching hard on Cody’s cock. Cody kept their body’s close as his own orgasm hit him, he rode out his high making sure he shot his load deep. Cody let his weigh fall onto (Name), breath hitting against his neck. “We should do this again.” Cody muttered before mouthing at the back of (Names) neck. (Name) just hummed and nodded as he began drifting off.

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[femmefatalevibe]

hi femme!!

i’ve been talking to this guy for about 2 months now, and things are going well i really like him. he’s coming to my city to visit me in about a week for a few days and i wanted to ask if you could recommend some date plans that we could do?

i’ve never had a boyfriend before or even been taken/planned a date and im a bit nervous and self conscious about this, especially since i know he’s had a few relationships in the past (including with a girl who’s also from my city 🥲) and i don’t want to just be another girl in his life or for him to be having deja vu when hanging out with me (think olivia rodrigo). idk if this is just me but im scared he’ll think im boring and i really want this to work out.

i’d love to hear your advice !!

thank you so much <333

Hi love! Just remember, if you've left your house to do things post-COVID, you have as much daytime activity experience as he does, lol. Dating is a two-way street, and you need to approach it as such. You're evaluating how much you like him in the same way he should be seeing if he's compatible with you. Other girls he's gone out with are irrelevant – he's traveling to go on this date with YOU.

Anyway, onto some fun date activities:

Go to a local museum

Take a stroll in the park

Have a picnic in the park

Go to a paint-and-sip class (or a regular pottery class)

Go rollerskating/ice skating/boat rowing

Play mini golf/tennis or pickleball

Attend a comedy show/jazz or piano show

Go to a trivia/karaoke night

Get ice cream/dessert/coffee at a novelty, fun place

See an outdoor movie

Go bowling

Browse local bookstores/thrift stores

Do a food/dessert tour

Go to an amusement park

Breakfast/lunch/dinner (can't not include this one, lol)

See an indie or vintage film

Hope this helps xx

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[diorgirl444]

hi flo!! 💗 could i get a matchup for newsies please? thank you <333

neige, female • she/her, straight.

i have long brown hair, i usually wear it down or in a high ponytail. i have brown eyes, freckles hmm and i’m also like 5’4. my aesthetic is pretty casual? i like wearing flare jeans and simple tops and lots of jewellery. like feminine, casual + ‘90s-2000s. i wear lots of brown but i love bright colours (esp red, pink & blue). sundresses in the summer >>

i’m really shy, quiet, and reserved. it takes me a while to open up to people, but once i do i’m definitely more talkative and expressive. i love to read. i’d say my love language is physical touch and words of affirmation! i can be pretty stubborn and pessimistic sometimes, but i always try my best to be kind and have an open heart. i’m normally really anxious or nervous. i love to bake, listen to music, watch films and learn about mythology and folklore! i rlly like researching about random stuff, i love information lol.

i love the arts, even thought i’m not the best at them. i’m a homebody 100%, but i do enjoy going on small adventures, especially with someone i’m close too. i love nature!!

likes: baby pink. nature. jazz. animals. poetry. paintings. obscure history. science. museums. chocolate cheesecake. laying in bed all day. jellycats. cooking. adventure parks. quiet libraries. dusty blue skies. old hollywood films. collaging.

dislikes: people with no manners. people who are arrogant and talk down to others. bigots. anyone who hates on someone else for their interests. lasagna. melted cheese. white chocolate.

hi neige i’m so happy that your one of my first requests! and newsies no less!!! i hope i can make this as lovely and historically accurate as you deserve it to be.

your perfect matchup is 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐚 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <3

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <3

so i literally had to show your my request to my irl friend who also likes newsies in order to choose your newsies bf because you literally could of had so many of them. but the minute she mentioned albert it dawned on me. like he would literally be so perfect for you.

i’m obsessed with the “she fell first but he fell harder” trope and i cannot explain it but i just know it’d be how your relationship would develop. i think you’d probably be working in a bakery and come rain or shine he’d always be outside hawking his newspapers so naturally you start to develop a little crush on him. nothing serious you just think he’s cute that’s all.

but that all changes on one day when it’s bitterly cold and you see him outside shivering, his pretty cheeks flushed from the cold and even his voice as he hollers out lacks it’s normal confident charamisa. because of the weather your business is slow too so you are sure your mother won’t mind if you hand out one simple steaming hot bagel fresh from the oven just to warm him up. and when he sees you he’s drawling out in that thick manhattan accent of his “you’re real sweet miss but i couldn’t take that from you” though he’s eyeing the bagel hungrily and you know full well he survives on a diet of very little so you shake your head and gently force it into his hand. your fingers brushing as you do, making your face smile shyly at him your cheeks turning pink and are you imaging it or his cold cheeks suddenly more red then they were a minute ago? but then your disappointment your mother calls you in before you can say anything else and the moment’s over. :(

the next time you see him out there you’re a bit more confident. the sun’s shining and though your palms are sweating from nerves you smile brightly at him and pass him another bagel this time filled with cream cheese and wrapped in brown parchment as maybe you prepared it with the hope that he’d come back not that you’d ever admit that. either way it’s worth it because his whole face lights up as he takes it and he calls you “his angel”. not just “an” angel but “his” which sends an immediate excited stream of butterflies in your tummy that you do your best to repress.

and after he’s long left and you’re packing up shop he returns with a beautiful posy of little flowers as a gift for you. he tells you that he can’t afford to pay you for the food but he hopes to repay you in pretty trinkets and items that he finds on his walks. you of course insist that he doesn’t have to but he tells you that it’s the least he can do - that he only wishes he could bring you more expensive things. this quickly becomes your pattern - you bring him treats, strawberry tarts, lavender cream puffs and lemon meringues, various sweet experiments that you’ve tested and he in turn gifts posies of flowers, pretty ribbons and shiny pebbles. you teasingly call him a magpie and he just retorts with calling you his angel again.

albert is easy to love - he’s kind and charming and funny and a bit of troublmaker so it doesn’t surprise you when you realise that silly little crush has blossomed into a deep rooted affection for him. it hurts though, feeling so deeply for him and convinced he doesn’t feel the same, hurts so much that sometimes you think it would be better to push him away but you know you couldn’t one glance at that lopsided grin and you’re stuck like glue. so you suppose it’ll be this way forever, this endless dance of hopeless adoration - you can live with that you tell yourself. it pains you but you can live with that. if only you knew it hurts him even more.

he tells you when the two of you are out at coney island, the two of you had saved up your wages, you had packed lunches, he had paid for the train tickets - just like a real couple would of done. and you spend the day eating so much candy floss that you feel queasy, childish laughter spilling from your lips on daring rides and eagerly trying to beat each other in western themed shooting games. it’s so close to be a perfect day and honestly you feel horribly selfish for wanting more. you ought to be satisfied but oh god you’re not.

it’s dark when he tells you, the two of you sat in the compact third class carriage of the train, not the most romantic setting but you hardly mind. nor particularly do you mind the undignified way that he tells you, there’s no fancy words or flowery gestures, just good honest affection when he turns to you and quietly asks “you don’t know i love you do you neige?” tearfully you shake your head. you can’t manage anything more and matter of factly he says “well i do. i ain’t never loved anybody in my whole life the way i love you. won’t you be my girl, angel?” and god you’re a mess after that. sobbing as you feverishly nod and he’s gently kissing your tears away before kissing you softly on the lips. and the rest as they say is history.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <3

ok i actually think it’s not that different from when your friends because both of you were just friends with repressed feelings anyways so like it’s a very similar vibe as how you two got together just now you have the added bonus of being able to kiss or hug each other whenever you want.

he loves watching you bake, not in a creepy way he just thinks you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and your lips part in concentration - god how he loves you. tried to do it with you once but the pair of you just ended up covered in flour and the cookies got burn so it’s better for you to bake and him to watch. sometimes as you wait for the desserts to cool, he’ll slow dance with you to sweet love songs on the gramophone.

he also knows how to braid your hair. this is because i feel that he taught himself how so that originally he could look after the little girl newsies but now he has you he uses them to learn complex braids and then does them on you which of course you adore.

i feel like albert, because he grew up with only brothers and his father, he’s incredibly touchstarved so he’s constantly lavishing you with physical affection but the minute you give him any he’s absolutely melting at your touch it’s so sweet.:( the first time you kiss him i bet he literally tears up a little bit.

he’s soo nervous for you to meet the other newsies at first as he’s convinced when you do they’ll tell you all the stupid things he’s done in the past and you won’t wanna be with him anymore but actually it’s the opposite. of course racetrack regales you with a few embarrassing stories but mainly they just tell you how happy they are that you walked into albert’s life they also want to know if you’ll bake them anything as they’ve heard a lot about your baking.

also don’t worry the little gifts that he used to bring you don’t stop it’s just that now their more clearly romantic like oh it’s not just a pretty stone- it’s now a pretty stone thats heart shaped because you’re his heart or something sweet like that.

and now his wages are going towards saving up to buy an apartment for the two of you. he hopes that one day the pair of you can live together with the laughter of children, smells of sweet treats and filled to the very brim with love. whenever he’s feeling down working on his feet all day he just has to remind himself of this and then he’s fine. all he has to find now is a ring!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <3

hope you like it! xoxo, flo <3

#diorgirl444 #flo answers #mutuals <3 #neige <3 #matchups open #matchup request #albert dasilva #newsies #albert dasilva x reader #newsies x reader

[luveline]

hiiii jade my love light of my life i hope it’s not too late for me to talk about a thread of time! i’ve been so excited to read it and share my thoughts with you cause you know better than anyone how much i love the red string of fate thing and i couldn’t wait to see how you’d write about that <3

"No! I have delusions to attend to. Need anything while I'm out?"

and

Eddie pretends to stab himself in the eye by the front door, over and over.

i love how boyish eddie is portrayed in that! his small arguments with wayne, him hanging out with his friends <333 i loveeee boyish menacing eddie as much as i love seeing him all mature and it’s a delight to see your take on both sides of him <3

i love the way you write about the string too! how only eddie can see it at first and he tries to show it to everyone and no one sees it, but also how it’s tricky to move and live around it cause it almost has it’s own personality. i thought this was probably my favourite thing about it!

You're stripped back in one way and more beautiful all the others, bare-skinned, no makeup or glitters to hide behind. Eddie loves when you're expressing yourself but he craves how you look now, a secret he's desperate to know.

first favourite quote <3 maybe one of my all time favourites from you <3

Sure. If I'm delusional, of course it's something to do with you.

ughhhh he likes her so muchhhhh 😭😭😭😭

but then his hand dropped down rather than up, looking for something to take rather than something to hold.

this is kind of heartbreaking and infuriating but also beautifully written

Come and meet my parents," Eddie says, shoulders jumping, hands up in jazz hands, "look at my baby photos."

you have no idea how hard im fighting the urge to do a ryan-evans-in-high-school-musical joke about his little jazz hands

Wayne used to say Eddie could wear whatever he wanted, paint his face a hundred different colours, so long as he got to take a picture.

and

"I still think you should ask her for dinner. Any sense about her and she'll say yes." Eddie smiles. It's one of those things your mom says to you when you're down on your luck. Handsomest guy in the world, how could anybody say no to that face?”

I LOVE WAYNE SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND (you do)

He thinks he'd like that, to sit here and watch you, listening to one of your CDs, the string between you bouncing with each turn of a page.

can i please have that. im not above begging. such a comfortable and beautiful image and also one of my favourite scenes too.

The string must be a manifestation or those seconds, threads of time tied together that join you forever, even if you can't see them. They're there. Eddie cares about you and it makes his throat hurt to hear your unhappy sounds; you have this morosity to you that he isn't stupid enough to ignore. Everybody had something weighing them down. He needs to find a way to hold yours for you. Just for a bit, however long you need.

“just for a bit” i love him so much. i really do

It's not other people I need to convince." You retreat behind your closet door again, your voice half as clear as you confess, "I think... I've always been like this. I look in the mirror and I don't even know who I'm looking at. She doesn't feel like me."

oh. felt

Is that rejection, or is he self-absorbed?

im not sure if you meant it to be funny but i thought this was so hilarious and i really loved that line

Seventeen year olds are stupid. I thought I knew everything at seventeen and now I'm twenty three and the only thing I know for sure is that I don't know anything.

that’s sooo nothing new - taylor swift ft phoebe bridgers coded

The string whips like a ribbon in the wind before falling into the shape of a heart again, clearly pleased to have you near.

and

In fact, all it takes is the idea of you, the slightest memory of your smile, your hands, the way you tell stories to the group with your shoulders turned to him like he's there alone, and the string flinches.

see what i mean about the string having a personality of its own!!! it’s so cool and fun and magical i really loved that <3

None of it was love, you aren't in love, but Eddie thinks he could've been. He was halfway there, falling, whatever the poets might say —Eddie wants you. Wants to do stupid shit with you. He can picture everything like he has before, that first bouquet of flowers, lilies with big white petals and purple sunspots. The cellophane would crinkle in trembling hands pressed to his chest, their stems leaking dew into his hardly worn button up. He'd pass them to you with more confidence than he feels and tell you that you look pretty. You always look pretty. He's not pretty, he's barely funny, he was stupid for thinking you'd like him too. […] There were times... Eddie clutches his chest. The nausea he's feeling can't be understated. There were times when you could've been in love with him, he thinks.

THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTBREAKING AND MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE PART

Because he likes you. Because a string runs from his hand to yours that can't be severed. The latter feels as mythological as the former.

ouch…… felt

Eddie thinks that there's a string tied from his finger to yours to torture him as a link to something he wants, but can't have. It doesn't make much sense. Eddie Munson could have you if he asked nicely enough.

ahsbajsjenaj if he asked nicely enough!!!! same girlie

“Loser," he says, looking himself straight in the eye.

me !

Imagine buying a girl baked goods for her to reject you.

honestly? can’t even imagine rejecting someone who got me baked goods. they might be the way to my heart

Eddie wants to be cool like a rockstar who knows you want him and doesn't care, and he wants to be sweet and gentle and give you the respect you deserve, but mostly he wants to make it out of this conversation with you at his side. He's not sure how to do it, but holding your hand as you seem to want him to is a start.

i love him it’s not even funny

Eddie doesn't know if he believes in soulmates, but he believes in the hopeful colour to your voice as you say it, and the tacky skin of your cheek as he leans in for your fifth kiss, your sixth, each one better than the last. If his soulmate were going to be someone, he'd want nothing more than for it to be you.

jade. my love. i know you worked so hard on that fic and it paid off SO well. this is beautiful and young and lovely and fun and i love it and i love you. i genuinely adore how you write every character and how you write reader, i genuinely feel so seen through all of them. thank you thank you thank you for your dedication and your hard work and your beautiful writing. to read your work is a privilege and to be able to discuss it with you is an even bigger one. and being your friend is better than all of that combined. definitely something beyond privilege!! im glad fate brought us together too <3 love youuuuu 💌 - lu

hallo

first im not sure But I think some of your quotes are from the earlier versions I sent to you which is fine and doesn't matter but you're exposing me to the masses for my typos and rough draft hahaha

You know I love your commentary almost more than I love writing the fic in the first place 😭 thank you for taking the time to compile what you liked, it makes me so happy reading the stuff you picked out and your thoughts too. And we're always on the same wave!! I loved writing boyish Eddie, the string, Wayne being Wayne, so I love that you picked that stuff out 🥺 thank you for reading lu (like three whole times) I love youuuuj

#jade's asks #ily

[browntrait]

(holds up a microphone) would you please share with us your 5 favorite albums of the year, and as a bonus, the one album you had really super duper high hopes for that flopped like a fish on land?

whewwww this is a great question!!! music is truly my tether to reality...this post is probably gonna be long so imma be nice n put it under the cut, soooo lets get into it

also tysm whoever sent this i love you so much!

K's faves and flops in Music of 2023:

Fountain Baby by Amaarae.

i was literally abt to post abt this album today bc its all i've been listenin to. every single song is so good in it's own ways. im also obsessed w Amaarae's voice like ughh!!! it's been on rotation nonstop, i love everything about it. i love her approach to music, its unique but relatable? absolutely obsessed i cant even say anything more.

2. Jaguar II by Victoria Monet

i mean obviously OMM eats but it's such a good album. easy to listen to, so well made, good ole RnB to the fullest. and so BLACK. she's an incredibly lyricist and vocalist, and i feel like she's a storyteller in her music. you can feel her journey in each song. my recent fave is Alright, bc it was produced by Kaytranda and i love everything he makes. it's gold. i wish Victoria all the success in the world!!

3. Renassiance by Beyonce

im only putting it 3rd bc it came out last year. i saw the tour twice this year and it was absolutely everything. the album means so much to me as a black queer femme person but also i've loved beyonce's music since i was 5 yrs old so, it's just nice to have another amazing album from an artist that has grown w me. it still eats every time. America Has A Problem was my most listened to song last year and it was in the high hundreds lmao.

4. Birds, Bees, The Clouds and The Trees by Harrison

its jazz, melodic and gives me so much nostalgia. there's a lot of soul, but it also feels light, sorta like the name of the album suggests. my fave song so far is Outta This World ft TOBi. it's different than the other music on this list but i fr be listenin to almost every genre! jazz music or anything inspired by it will always speak to me.

5. The Barbie Movie soundtrack

i mean what can i say....i like the variety of music on the album and i think theres a lil something for everyone! i was genuinely addicted to the nicki n ice spice song. i think it's also interesting that the composer for the movie decided to enlist in all the top artist to make music for the movie playing into themes around pop culture and mass production....or its just fun pop music, who knows! it's great either way, i wouldnt say its my fave favee but i've been going back to it recently.

and the flopp...now yall who have been here KNOW that i am a tinashe stan downnn and 333 is still one of my fave albums off all time but im not feelin the most recent one :// idk why i just havent been able to rlly get into it. i might get baked n do a listenin party n see if that helps, but something abt this album doesnt feel as curated as the last? idk. but i still love her n applaud her artistry and doing it by herself in an industry tht didnt support her for years

#whewwww that was a lot #but i loveee music #deff hyperinterest of mine #thank u for asking bbyy #replies #k's words

[touchlikethesun]

🎶period accurate spotify playlists, part 2

this time it's all about the marauders era girls! these are just my headcanons for what i think their spotify playlists might have looked like back in the 70s <333

i am fully expecting people to disagree with these playlists, but i put a lot of research into them, especially marlene and dorcas' playlists, since it's highly unlikely anyone will be familiar with those genres, but if you do give it a listen, i do hope you'll enjoy the discovery of some music from off the beaten path (like i did)

if you listen to any of these playlists, i'd love to hear your thoughts and your headcanons xx

lily: folk rock, mainly but with some track leaning more pop than rock. a lot of slower music, music that you'd listen to while reading with a cup of tea. i didn't do this on purpose but lily's playlist is a perfect bridge between the faster, more upbeat rock from james' playlist and the slower, melodic pop from regulus'. if you listen to all three, you'll notice an overlap in songs and artists with both boys' playlists. genuinely a complete coincidence.

mary: disco! dancing! good vibes! i think mary can be serious when she wants, but when it comes to music she just wants to dance, and let loose, and have a good time. not a tear nor melancholy note to be found in the whole playlist. remus and sirius think that they have the best taste in music, but when it comes to dj'ing a marauders party, everyone wants mary in control.

marlene: female-fronted uk rock, hazel o'connor and devil's dykes. this was a hard one because i found most of the songs i wanted on another website (specifically regrouping this genre) and then when i went to spotify 3/4 of it wasn't there. ah well. not many of the female-fronted bands from the 70s made it super big, but i think marlene would like that. out of all of them, she would go to underground shows the most, and she'd constantly be on the lookout for gigs and new groups. she supports local and she supports women, and i absolutely love that for her.

dorcas: avant-garde jazz, alice coltrane and yusef lateef. dorcas is an art hoe, and she is alternative as hell. i see her being really into jazz, but not for easy listening, no no, she likes jazz that sets her on edge, that she can disect, that makes her think. this playlist is a selection of some truly impressive jazz numbers that you've probably never heard of. best enjoyed with some whiskey on the rocks.

#oh my god i sound so pretentious i'm sorry #i spent way too much time on this #but it was so much fun i discovered so many new songs #also you'll notice a suspicious absence of abba and that is because i do not care for abba it just is what it is i'm sorry #and yeah fully don't expect these to be as popular as the boys' because i got reallll specific with these headcanons lol #music recs #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #marauders #Spotify

[meowboyfirepaw]

I JUST REMEMBERED THAT I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT BUT I'M STRUGGLING TO REMEMBER WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED IN IT

It was about good omens (even though I don't watch it, haven't read it, and haven't been on tumblr in a hot minute which is the only place i see good omens content) and there was some kind of big season finale or something going on with god who looked like some random chris-named actor with a fake white beard. I can't remember what happened in it but I remember at the end of the dream I (as in me in the dream who was apparently just watching this jazz go down) was all like "OMG I NEED TO GO MESSAGE BEETLE (an internet friend!) ABOUT THIS BECAUSE HE LIKES GOOD OMENS AND I HAVE SHARED BIG THEORY ABOUT ALL THE PLOT STUFF THAT JUST HAPPENED" but then when I woke up I realized that my phone was dead and remembered that the internet friend that I wanted to message was not Beetle (hi, if you see this you know who you are :3)

Anyways yeah, I hope I can remember what it was that happened so that I can randomly drop my random piece of lore drop something that didn't happen <333

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #i aint even in this fandom #dreams #i should really start writing my dreams because these things get whacky #i should also sleep i just realized it is 2 am

[honeyviscera]

hihiii !! ^O^ hope you dont mind me sending this so suddenly :"D i saw the post thingy ab the questions and it seemed fun !! so if you dont mind:

1, 17, 28 ( + maybe 38 ) ?

( also i hope youre doing well !! ^^ <333 / p )

hiii kiwi!! always nice to hear from you!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) and of course i don't mind!! i reblogged the ask game bc i wanted asks :3 i hope you're doing well too <3 anyways, without further ado:

1 - what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

hmmm..... on a bit of a sad note, when i was a kid/young teen, i was always very much an outcast. people consistently found me weird and offputting, and i was very lonely. but i remained true to myself no matter what-- i knew it was pointless to try and "fit in" (because i'd always do it "wrong" anyways)-- so i have a very strong sense of who i am, and i am determined to love myself no matter what. it is also because of this that i'm so determined to be kind. i want to make others feel welcome and loved around me. i don't want to ever treat anyone the way i was treated. i know how much it hurts to be alone, so i want to do what i can to ensure that it won't happen to the people around me. so that's thing #1.

uhhh secondly! for a more lighthearted example, i'd say being in fandom! i've always kind of just kept to myself and have never been involved in major drama, so fandom has always been a favourable experience for me. it started when i was a young teen on pinterest just staring at (what i now know was stolen) fanart and obsessing over my faves, and now i'm on tumblr doing the exact same thing years later! but now i have online friends :) my interests have always brought me so much joy, and having a space to obsess over them as much as i want has just made me even more passionate i think. :3

thirdly, i'd say jazz music. my parents love jazz and play it very often at home. it's a genre i grew up listening to, so it just feels warm, familiar, and home-like. it also inspired me to learn the saxophone in junior and senior high school, and i loved playing jazz songs with others. jazz has been with me for so long :,)

17 - name 3 things that make you happy

oooh ok!!! 1. i love making art, so whenever i get a chance to sit down and make something it's just so nice :))) and i love admiring my creations afterward. 2. i love spending time with my friends! hanging out with them always makes me feel warm. 💖💖 3. my beloved matching bokuto + akaashi nendoroids!!!! i love them so much im so happy to have them. my beloved beloved sons. i love them so much im so lucky i found them at the mall :,)

28 - do you collect anything?

as you might have suspected from my above answer, i collect anime figures! my collection is still very small as i started fairly recently (and my parents are always on me about spending my money more wisely), but i love collecting them!! you can see what figures i have and which ones i want on my myfigurecollection.net profile! ^_^

the two top figures on my wishlist are the new miku x cinnamoroll nendoroid (aaaaaa) and. literally any kaito figure. they really haven't made many......... i need one though :( my little guy :(

38 - fave song at the moment?

i'd say loneliness of spring by inabakumori! the official english cover of it is really good as well. it captures a lot of things i've been feeling lately.......

im also obsessed with chogakusei's newest cover, konton boogie !! :0 it's so good, as his covers always are.

#ty once again for the ask!!!! #feel free to talk to me anytime i love hearing from u <3 #ocean asks #i hope u have a good day ^_^

[otrtbs]

i haven’t asked in a min but how was your first semester abroad? i want all the details <3

ahh hello!!

it has been amazing!! first and foremost i cannot speak enough about the wonder and joy of living in a walkable city !!! like it has changed my entire life. also the public transportation system is nice as well!!

okay so the free entry museums get me, i cant lie. i am in those museums all the time just wandering around. i took a trip up to the scottish highlands and visited loch ness which was amazing!! classes were good, i waited until last minute to write all my term essays (i never learn) but i got them done and should get my grades back soon!! tried haggis for the first time, enjoyed it! tried irn bru for the first time, liked it! still waiting to try the fried mars bars here but i have finally had a regular mars bar (which is not uniquely scottish by any means but worth mentioning i think!) (very open to any and all scottish people giving me more suggestions to try!!). i made friends with a bunch of jazz club students because i go to all the student nights at the jazz bar which has been so fun! the weather is lovely,, i quite enjoy the rain and coolness !! found my favorite bookshop ever and i drink a lot of coffee these days (not that i’m complaining) and idk the history, the architecture, the art ,,, it’s all so wonderful!!

i am notoriously bad at taking pictures but here are some from my first semester abroad!! 😋

also this ask is so sweet !! ahh thank you for asking !! <333 i hope you are doing well and having a wonderful end to your year !!!

#asks

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

engineer proposing to their s/o??? :0 also i love your blog!! keep up the great work! <333 and pls don't overwork yourself

- selectively mute anon

OH HELL YES. Oh and um thank you!! I will make sure to not overwork myself!! Engi proposing...engi is may be a simple man but he will make sure to make this special for you <33 (oh also sorry for responding a bit late!!!)

~Engineer proposing~

Engi was just SUPER nervous. He was 100 times more nervous than the confession. PROPOSING!? He was literally sweating bullets.

He wanted to make this special. It like SUPER special.

He of course planned this for a very long time. This was so hard!!!! He kept on blushing when writing his plan on paper. God, what am I doin...just do it already!!! But some preparation won't hurt.

He especially prepared his speech. He just needed to make it perfect.

He wanted to keep it simple and nice. Just straight forward.

After ??? weeks he was prepared to show how much they mean to him!!!

~Proposal day come~

It was really like any other day of life. You were meeting up with engi at the park. Engi told you to meet up at the park near the base. The park was relatively quiet. You two were usually the only ones there. It was nice park. It had nice flowers and just had nice shades for hot days. It was the spot you both always went for outdoor dates.

You recently noticed how engi was much more busier. This usually didn't raise any questions since of course sometimes he is busier than usual. He is the engineer of the team he is an important part of the team. But...he wasn't busy because of work. You can tell. He always kindly and politely told you to not interrupt him during a certain time. Now, this was not weird but whenever he told you, while he had a blushing face. And when you ask what he working on he turns a bit red and just say it's nothing. Suspicious...

Oh hey s/o! *turns to see engi waving from distance* Oh hey engi! Oh um hi s/o so you ready for are date? ! *s/o turns a bit flustered* Oh yeah!

You both had a lovely time walking in the quiet and peaceful park. You both were just talking about something funny that happened during battle and how some of engi's new weapons improved and all that jazz.

And then engi, my heart was beating so fast I swore my heart was going to rip open hehe. It seems like you were really nervous huh? I really was hehe. But there is something else that makes my heart pound heart harder. What is that? You smile of course silly!

*You both giggle and blush but engi blushes way harder*

So engi. Yes, sweetheart? He smiled so warmly you were going to melt. So engi is there something you want me to tell me or hiding? !!!! Oh um what makes you say that sweetheart. (He looked nervous...?)

Oh, it's just you have been more distant these days and I just was wondering if I did something you were uncomfortable with or something... NO! !!!! Oh sorry I startled you. No, it's no, you sweetheart! It just...

~After a little pause~

You can tell me anything engi. I am here for you :) You then gave him a smile that showed that he was ready for the moment.

S/o you are the sweetest thing that happened in my life. I love you with my heart. I feel joy every second when we are together. S/o I want my no our future together forever, so s/o- *goes down on one knee* *gasp* *opens ring box* Will you marry me s/o?

YES! You hugged him right. You both were crying happy tears. He then cupped your face. Oh, don't cry sweetheart. *wipes happy tears* I am just so happy engi! For both our love and our future. hehe, I am also s/o.

I love you engi. Hehe, I love you too s/o :)

I hope you enjoyed selectively mute anon :) I had a wonderful time writing this. I hope my proposal writing is okay! Feel free to say your opinion in the request box. I may not take requests but questions are always allowed! Anyway god, this took some time hehe, I am now going to go rest my back and eyes. So, um yeah I hope you enjoyed it! Byeee (∩´∀｀)∩

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[cyberfreaky]

hey pookie, its the crazy dad and angela anon here. you asked for more and u shall receive.

So yk how i said we turned around and went back to my grandparents house bc she didnt want his crazy ass no more? Well she ended up taking him back after he sweet talked her and shit so my dad ended up going to alabama with her after all (my gma didnt force me to go after the shit that went down between them). Fast forward a couple of weeks, all is well and spring break is coming up (i was home schooled btw)so my dad decides to call and ask if i wanna come stay up there for spring break and then GO BACK TO MY GMA'S HOUSE ONCE SPRING BREAK IS OVER(remember this) and ofc i declined multiple times but he kept on asking and just wouldnt stfu abt it so i finally caved and said yes bc i genuinely liked angelas daughters and 1 of them was only like a year older than me and we're pretty tight (we still talk). so i go up there and everything is going fine bc i wasnt even rlly talking to my dad so shits cool. we were going out and doing stuff and eating nice food and all that jazz but then the end of spring break rolls around and im asking whether they were gonna drive me back or if my gma was gonna come pick me up AND SEL, GUESS WTF THEY TELL ME- THEY SAY THAT IM NOT GOING BACK AND IM STAYING THERE TO LIVE WITH THEM!! SO THEY LITERALLY TRICKED ME INTO COMING UP THERE JUST SO I WOULD BE FORCED TO LIVE THERE WITH THEM!! WHAT KINDA FUCKED UP BS IS THAT!? anyways i was distraught, didn't feel comfortable whatsoever, and ended up getting into a really bad depressive state. so fast foward a few weeks my aunt and uncle call wanting to talk to me but angela and my dad don't like my aunt bc she always in everybodys business and stuff like that so they tell me that if i talk to her that i better not be running my mouth abt anything and ofc i say ok wtv. So im talking to them in my "room" while my dad and angela are downstairs "watching a movie" and im telling them that i absolutely hate it there and that they're always fighting and i don't feel safe or comfortable and that i just wanted to go back home. And little do i know that while im talking to them angelina is standing right outside my door and listening to the whole convo- so she busts up in there and snatches the phone away and hangs up. then she drags me downstairs and tells my dad that i was telling my aunt all their business and kept on going on and on abt how if i were her daughter she would've beat me black and blue so my dad decided that after she says that for the millionth time that he'd do just that. SO THEN THIS DESPICABLE MAN TAKES OFF HIS BELT, THROWS ME OVER THE ARM OF THE COUCH, AND STARTS BEATING ME!! all bc i was venting to my aunt. he was totally sober btw so it wasnt like his judgement was impaired in anyway besides angela in his ear.

anyways i have more stories abt them so if youd like to hear them just ask.

and if u wouldn't mind could you tell me all your thoughts on this story bc id really like to hear them, thx sel<333

my mouth is literally wide open rn cause what the actual fuck?? literally every adult in your life is a fucking loser (except ur aunt n uncle ig) and im sorry if that’s mean but seriously, im pissed off reading this. you should have never been allowed to have gone with your abusive dad, he is a piece of literal dog shit. and so is angela, fuck her and fuck ur dad. your grandparents never should have let you leave with him. idk how long ago this was (i’m assuming from a while ago??) but i genuinely hope you’re somewhere safe from these mfs. this is literally disgusting, i’m so so so sorry this has happened to you :(

#TW: abuse #nonnie ༉‧₊˚. #gossip sesh ೃ⁀➷ #sel’s inbox ♡