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dduane · 6 months

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By the way...

it was sort of last week, or maybe during the week before—I forget— when @petermorwood came downstairs to get tea while he was working on some long post or another full of guns and swords and assorted deadly weaponry—or cats, or food, or historical clothing, you know what he's like... and all of a sudden he said:

"So what about Cyber Monday?"

And I wasn't sure where that was coming from, as Peter normally doesn't spend a lot of his time being concerned about cyber stuff in general.

"Uh, why?" said I.

"Well, it's the Young Wizards anniversary month. Shouldn't you be doing some kind of sale offer over on Twitter, the way you did on Tumblr?"

My mouth kind of opened and shut again. Mostly at the moment when I think of Twitter, it's in terms of imagery involving things circling the drain at ever-increasing speed. And as far as Cyber Monday went, I hadn't really thought about it. This year I noticed that I've started kind of lumping it in with Black Friday, which mostly increasingly makes me mutter and shake my head as I see what my email box gets to look like this time of year. And since I'd been mostly preoccupied with writing issues and website crap lately, you could kind of multiply that not-caring by two. Or five. Or some power of ten.

...Yet he had a point. And what the hell, at least putting a video up there would remind people that the series existed! (Because people do seem to keep forgetting, and then suddenly bursting out with OH WAIT ARE THESE THOSE BOOKS I LOVED WHEN I WAS A KID, WAIT, YOU MEAN SHE WROTE THOSE, I THOUGHT ALL SHE DID WAS STAR TREK?!) (Eyeroll.)

"But I told them on Tumblr," I said, "that I wasn't going to do any more of these sales for the foreseeable future."

"Looks like you forgot to foresee this," said Himself, dumping half a cow's worth of milk in his tea as usual. "Look, if you do it just one more time, I bet they'll forgive you as long as you tell them about it so they can take advantage of it if they want to." Then he snickered. "And anyway, you told them you weren't going to do any Sherlock/Young Wizards fusions either, and look how that turned out." More snickering. "They forgave you for that. Eventually."

"Oh god."

"Just tell them. They'll let you off the hook." Up the stairs he went, still snickering. "Sometime in mid-2024 probably."

(eyeroll)

Dammitall, I hate it when he has a point.

So look. Here's the discount page. There's the video, two paragraphs down. You all know the drill. The "All the Wizardry" package is $29.99 today. The "I Want Everything You've Got" package is $40 just for today. Anybody who hasn't taken advantage of one of these offers previously, or didn't have the cash earlier, or wants to point somebody else at it...go knock yourself or -selves out with my abslute blessing. (Because who knows whether anybody on Twitter will notice at all, the way the algorithm's been behaving.)

And: everybody please forgive me. (abases herself before the assembled multitudes in the approved manner)

(...Anyway, WTH, it's worth a try. I want to get this friend of mine a new fountain pen for Christmas, and every little bit helps...) :)

(And a final reminder: we can't sell to people in Britain / the UK, it's a Brexit problem ... so sorry about that.)

#just one more time folks #young wizards anniversary #sale #Ii hate it when he's right #(eyeroll)#meantime #don't anybody mention fountain pens #seriously #:)

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lynx-of-skies · 5 months

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~Welcome to Le Café Chat Endormi~ (Closed For Now)

What would you like to order?

Fandom : Genshin Impact (Preferably Males Only)

*Disclaimer : All children will be platonic and all orders will be GN so that everybody can enjoy reading it! Also, the maximum amount of characters per order is 3 and the maximum of orders is 3. THERE WILL BE NO NSFW*

Examples of orders :

Can I have a Green Tea and some Honey Cake for Xiao, Scaramouche, and Albedo?

Credit

Tip : 15%

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I would like a Black Coffee for Zhongli and Macaroons for Lyney please.

Cash

Tip : 5%

----------------------------- Please place your orders in the comment section and I will get to them shortly. I will be doing the oldest orders first so please be patient for your order. Also, new items may appear on the menu, some may be permanent, some may be a holiday special, even if your holiday special may be late, I will still complete the order. If someone has made the same order as you such as; Green Tea for Kazuha, Tip 0%, I will skip over that order. *Kabukimono, Scaramouche, Wanderer will be counted as separate people*

Tea :

Green Tea (Where they like to hangout)

Jasmine Tea (Their favorite activities to do)

Mint Tea (Embarrassing moment for them)

Sweet Tea (How you guys met)

Coffee :

Black Coffee (When your injured heavily)

Iced Coffee (How they protect you)

French Vanilla Latte (How they sleep)

Food :

Muffin (Their Hobbies)

Croissant (Least favorite person)

Avocado Bagel (When your sick)

Sweets :

Cupcakes (How their crush on you developed)

Macaroons (How they confess to you)

Apple Pie (Where their favorite place to kiss you)

Red Velvet Cake (How they like cuddle you)

Honey Cake (Favorite pet names)

Boba :

Caramel Milk Boba (Their hidden talents)

Pea Butterfly Milk Boba (How they comfort you)

Cash or Credit?(Tagged or not Tagged?) Tip? (Au? Ex. Sagau, Yandere, etc.) 0% - No Au (Reg. Genshin Impact) 5% - Modern Au 10% - School Au 15% - Yandere 20% - Sagau (No yandere/cult/imposter/isekai/etc.) 25% - Idol Au 30% - Aus not on this list (Tell me the Au) We hoped you enjoyed your stay at Le Café Chat Endormi, please come again soon! Masterlist

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin yandere #yandere genshin x male reader #sagau x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x female reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x m!reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x f!reader sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau #sagau

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trans-cuchulainn · 11 months

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i shared something a few months ago about allergies and food disabilities and it recently started accumulating notes again and now it's at 5.7k, so obviously my activity page is just people trauma dumping about their awful experiences with allergies in the tags which is. Fun.

but what's really getting me is how i made a comment early on in the reblog chain about how many personal and professional activities revolve around food and how much it sucks to have to either put yourself at risk or miss out on those opportunities, because people often react badly either way if you cause them even the slightest inconvenience

and EVERYBODY who has responded to that comment. and I mean everybody. has focused on "personal" and made comments about how "if your friends don't respect your food disabilities, they're not your friends" and "you'll meet more supportive people in future" and all of that

and not one of them has paid any attention to the "professional" part of that. I'm talking about work Christmas dinners where if you don't go you're not a team player and will probably get passed over for future opportunities, but if you go, you'll get sick and HR will be mad about the extra time off. I'm talking about networking dinners and business lunches and meeting people at the buffet table at events, all of which are fraught if not impossible. I'm talking about travelling for conferences or other events and having to bring an entire extra bag with food because the venue can't cater for you (hand luggage only just ain't even an option at this point, so yay, extra costs if you're travelling further afield)

and also! smaller things like job interviews where you have to wear "smart" clothes (fitted waistbands and IBS? A Nightmare). dress codes in general. working in a building where the nearest toilets are on the opposite side. not being able to trust the work kettle/microwave because it might be contaminated but not having the facilities to bring/use your own. not being able to use communal tea/coffee/milk supplies for the same reason. all of those little everyday things

it isn't just about friends. it's about LIFE. i'm in an industry where events, lunches, etc are a common occurrence, and a nightmare for me. in academia, it feels like every other event involves a wine reception, which is shit when you don't drink and don't love being around people who are drinking a lot. in the office, i can't participate properly in any of the seasonal social gatherings, whether they're tea and biscuits or a Christmas meal

food disabilities have PROFESSIONAL impacts. because they are disabilities. it isn't just about having fun or hanging out with friends. it affects my career and my opportunities and it is INVISIBLE because people don't even know to recognise the ableism when they're doing it

i am tired of people ignoring that facet of it all

#food disabilities #allergies #coeliac disease #ableism #generalised autoimmune fuckery

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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In the Frothing

“He comes by every week.”

“Wow,” Draco said, twisting the dial with a snarl, “that must mean something. Every week, to a coffee shop? One could almost think… oh no. What if—he may be an addict.”

All right, maybe he deserved the rolled tea towel to the back of the head. But come on, how much more of this was he supposed to endure? All his colleagues thought themselves mini detectives, of the French, moustachy kind, ever-observant and all-knowing. They didn’t know shit. And they didn’t know him.

“He only ever comes when you’re working,” Mary insisted, snatching the barely-ready cup out of Draco’s hands. “He always leaves a very generous tip.”

“Yes, yes, he’s somewhat of a saint.”

“And he always sits at the closest table.”

“Perhaps,” Draco thrust down the next tray so loud she jumped, “perhaps I am an escaped convict. And he, a law enforcement officer trailing me around the world.”

Mary quirked an eyebrow, but remained silent. Chewed her lip for a moment before bursting. “Pfft, you? An escaped convict? With those cheeks?” Draco was so shocked, he didn’t even flinch when she pinched one said cheek. “Right, we need another latte.”

He swallowed the array of insults he was too stunned to let out, and made a latte as told. “I’m—not a nice man,” was all he managed, and even that cost a great deal in froth. The latte was ruined. Never mind.

“You don’t have to be nice to go on a date,” Mary huffed, albeit delicately. “With a good-looking guy who just happens to like your scrawny, thirsty ass.”

Right. Delicacy went out the window, he supposed. “I don’t… you don’t understand. He knows me. Has known me forever. And I wasn’t always…” he didn’t know how to explain it. I used to be the worst human being you could possibly imagine? I was a child, and he my nemesis, and we hated each other to our very bones? We suffered at the same hands, and managed to have entirely different traumatic experiences?

“Draco…”

Shit. Shit, shit, there was a reason he didn’t get into this at work, a reason he kept to himself and didn’t allow the others’ theories of Potter—

“Draco.”

“What?”

“He’s—here.”

Shit.

His non-moustached pet-detective was right. There came Potter, straight to them, straight to—shit—where Draco was gaping, over-frothing the next bloody cappuccino. Whatever. No one came here because they expected good coffee.

“Malfoy,” he greeted, pleasant as always.

Mary was grinning behind the till, the cow. “What can I get you?”

“Malfoy knows my order,” Potter said. Draco could murder him.

“Flat white, triple shot, oat milk.” He hated himself for knowing it. “Just—move, let me type it.” For all he knew, Mary would try and give Potter a discount. As if he ever paid for his coffee.

“I’ll just be at the back,” she sang, eyebrows flying everywhere with a vengeance. Leaving the two of them alone. Potter leaned against the counter, watching Draco at the coffee machine as though it were the most riveting sight.

“So…” he fiddled with a plastic lid. “How’s it going?”

Draco closed his eyes. Then opened when the milk started spluttering. “I’m a little busy.”

“Of course, of course.” But he wouldn’t get off the counter, and wouldn’t stop staring. “I’ve just come from another briefing. You are currently in Romania, somewhere in the Carpathians, it seems. Living with an injured, wild dragon.”

“Sounds like me,” Draco mumbled into the cup.

“That’s what I thought. They’re not going to send anyone—I’ve convinced them it’d be unwise. In case you, you know, managed to train it or something.”

“Uh, is anyone—”

“I’ll be right with you,” Draco said through gritted teeth to the suit at the queue. Then spared a half-smile to Potter. “I am somewhat of a natural. With bloodthirsty wild animals.”

He made a sound, not unlike choking. “Yes. So… that’s only to say, I think you’re okay. For now.”

“How very gallant of you to inform me.” Draco placed the cup on the tray and pushed it towards the bloody git. “Here’s your drink. Don’t you dare leave a tip this time. Everybody already suspects.”

“Suspect—what, exactly?” an interesting development, rosy-coloured high on his cheeks.

“That you’re… I don’t know. Something mad. That you fancy me, or something.” The way Potter’s mouth opened should have been unattractive, was certainly alarming. “Not that—it’s only because, well, you’re English too, and you keep coming, and… shit, it’s not—”

“I, er,” Potter didn’t take the coffee, but didn’t move away either. “I’d… I mean. Suppose it’s not so mad for them to think that.”

“It is,” Draco assured him. The queue in front of the till now consisted of four people. He didn’t look in their direction. “Entirely mad.”

“Not mad. C’mon, Malfoy.”

“You ‘come on’.”

“I just—” his hand sent forward, but didn’t make it. Draco backed away so fast he bumped into the coffee machine, set the steam growling. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to—sorry.”

“You can’t just…”

“Excuse me?”

“He’ll be right with you!” Potter shouted the loudest. Draco closed his eyes again, unclenched his fists.

“We can’t talk here. It’s not…”

“You’re right. How about I meet you after your shift? Ends at five, right? I’ll come pick you up. We’ll go for a—”

“If you say coffee, I’ll strangle you.”

Potter, for whatever reason, laughed. “Dinner then. If that’s—is that okay?”

“Yes!” said a voice that wasn’t Draco’s. Mary was back, still grinning like an idiot. “Yes, he’ll go out with you. Five thirty, wear something slutty. What? You know you’d have said yes.”

“Would… would you?”

It was the uncertainty that made him speak. That look on Potter’s face, damn it. “Fine. Half five then. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Draco ran to the backroom, before Mary got the chance to drown him in ‘I told you so’s.

#drarry #1k #coffee shop au #kind of #escaped convict? draco? beats me #meddling friends #pining and the lot of it #drarry fic #rockingrobin69

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criminalmindsgonewrong · 1 year

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Morgan: Emily, I'm about to go on a coffee run for everybody. Is there something you would like?

Emily: Yeah, let me get a half-caf macchiato, alright, and I want it upside down. And I want it with two shots, and then I want them to take one shot out. If anything is wrong with that, I will kick your fucking ass.

Morgan: None of this feels...healthy. I have to go a cafe couple blocks over, the one nearby banned me because too many of cards failed.

JJ: Oh, did Morgan just leave? Can you put in my order?

Emily: Yeah, I'll text him, what did you want?

JJ: Uh, could I get a hot chocolate with a shot of decaf?

Emily: Yes, and if he gets anything wrong, I'm gonna threaten to enact physical violence.

Penelope: Can I get a peppermint mocha? With no violence, please?

Reid: I just want a cortado. And then I want no milk at all. And I do want it iced.

Emily: In a cortado, you don't want any milk?

Reid: No milk, no foam. And I would like it tea-based instead of coffee.

Rossi: Do you know what a cortado is?

Reid: And some lemon.

Emily: Honestly, the fact that this is complex and maybe impossible is perfect.

Rossi: That's just tea with lemon-

JJ: Can I change mine to a hot chocolate, shot of decaf...shot of a cortado - so a decaf shot, and what would be the size of a shot inside that shot of cortado.

Reid: I'm just changing mine to a black coffee. Very simple, no violence.

Emily: I'm gonna make sure you get both, just in case, so Morgan has two opportunities to mess it up.

#criminal minds #incorrect criminal minds quotes #criminal minds gone wrong #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #spencer reid #david rossi #this one is chaos #ba-queue

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cxhleel108 · 3 months

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LITG S8 Thots for this week: Oh- ok!

• Time for another volume of listening to the bombshell drone on about how much they’re in love with me and no one else in the villa🙂

• Helppp not Chuckles!

• Luna telling me to just not graft on Tyler because I don’t wanna lose Oakley. Like that’s ever worked in the game up until now.

• They revealing this like I’m ‘posed to give a fuck? Like…yeah he’s fine as hell that’s why I chose him.

• I’m sorry to all Hungarian people reading right now but this sounds so strange.

• Ok Tyler is really cute I’ll give him that, but do I put him above my baby daddy Oakley? Nahhhhh fam.

• Why would he say this😭😭😭???

• Girlllll anyways.

• I didn’t even expose her. I’m only about vibes and fun this season! (This is so gonna change by the end of the season btw)

• Omg you mean to tell me that for once the bombshell won’t get to steal me from my happy couple when they first enter the villa???!!! Everybody get up!

• Yes, please gather him Theo cuz I don’t know who the fuck this is, but it sure ain’t Jin.

• I don’t remember who said it, but somebody said Jin was most likely a Gemini and honestly all this aggy shit makes sense then cuz them hoes love to have like 20 different personalities. Yes, I know my MC is a Gemini but she’s different!

• Luna all of sudden wanting my man??? Y’all been here a good amount of days but as soon as I get with him that’s when you want to pursue like girl make it make seeeeense. No wonder her ass was trying it with me the other night she just mad I’m on his dick and she not🙄

• Ugh this is bae for realllll like y’all don’t get it! He’s picking me up with ONE ARM!!!

• The mocktail date ahhhhh we so goals fr😛

• Fusebox I’m glad y’all stepping y’all game up by giving us different activities, finally!

• I’m honestly shocked we getting this tea so early on. I was almost certain they was finna milk their whole “power couple” shtick for much longer than this.

• Luna you not that bitch or nothing but you ate that one thing! Like Sophie girl please😭😭😭

• Soooo this ho gon do all that bullshit this entire volume just to pick Jin again…lord help them.

• Tyler was here for all of 3 minutes I’m crying.

• They really be adding people to the plot just to add them like who the fuck are Christy and Brad? Haven’t they only been here for like 2 weeks my god😭

• I will never get over his underwear sprite I’m so sorry but also not sorry😩

• If they just about to reveal everything Tyler told me literally like 5 seconds ago they can keep it cuz I really don’t give a flying fuck about this “Rachel’s Kiss” drama anymore. Let’s wrap this up by next week!

#ok once again this really isn’t that bad #good job fusebox #litg #love island the game #litg tempting fate #litg season 8 #litg s8

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 2 years

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EVERYBODY SHUT UP I WANT TO TALK ABOUT WHAT THE FUCK IS IN ED’S CUP!!!

So in this scene the table is set for Stede and Ed to have breakfast together. There are two cups on the table. There is also a teapot. Jack comes to sit down at the table and pours out rum like he’s the two shots of vodka lady, first he pours what I’m guessing is 4 oz minimum just eyeballing it into Ed’s cup and then roughly the same amount into his own. (I’m not a bar tender so I could be wrong on that guestimate).

So there are 2 options here. 1, the less funny one, Jack is pouring that into an empty cup. Option number 2, a very possible option that I think is the funniest fucking thing ever. Stede or Roach or whoever has put tea to Ed’s specifications into that fucking cup and Jack just decided to booze it up. We know that Ed likes his tea with a dollop of milk and 7 sugars. What I am proposing to you dear reader is that that cocktail that Ed is drinking at 9 am on a tuesday contains 1 dollop milk, 7 sugars (be that sugar cubes or some other measurement), tea(which may or may not be caffeinated, it’s funnier if it is though) and however much rum Calico Jack, known frat boy, decided was the right amount.

#edward teach #edward teach ofmd #blackbeard #blackbeard ofmd #calico jack #calico jack ofmd #ofmd #Our flag means death #stede bonnet ofmd #stede bonnet #the gentleman pirate #the gentleman pirate ofmd #I'm coining this fucking cocktail it's called the calicobeard

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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 1 year

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Head auror Harry directing missions from the offices at the MoM strolling around the room, sipping tea, clipping his toe nails or some shit, listening to his charmed ear piece, and making shitty fucking jokes and he's unflappable, like he's faced so many dangerous situations where he had to be quick and think on his feet and had his heart racing and adrenaline pumping throughout his life that at around age 40 he ran out of fucks to give and just literally cannot react anymore to a single piece of information about a national or international level emergency like

Auror: Sir we just stormed the abandoned house and set off billions of dark curses with a radius of a million miles

Harry: ah too bad

Auror: what do we do?!!

Harry: fucking disapparate, you twats, God I can't believe I gave y'all badges

Auror: Sir the dark wizards want to blow up the muggle parliament

Harry: ugh those Guys are Fawke-ing with my dinner plans haha geddit?

Auror: Sir they are about to close a deal with corrupt muggle government officials, what do we do

Harry: oh shit is it gonna be on the 5th of November??? Can you fucking imagine

Auror: Sir

Harry: Floopowder, flu season and snot amirite?? hehehe

Auror: Sir please whom do we arrest they are about to make an Unbreakable Vow

Harry, stubbornly: didn't you understand my joke?!

Auror, crying: I'm gonna lose my job, sir

Harry: are you crying right now like do you think I cried when I pretended to die at 17

Auror: I just want to go home

Harry: fucking fine, stun the lot of them and call for backup. My god

And then one day there's a gigantic mission underway and Harry's preparing to go into the field after sitting on his arse for like 7 years but this time it's just that serious and then there's a voice on the magical earpiece (that everybody on the case is connected to)

Secretary: head auror sir I have an important message for you from home

Harry, strapping on gear: tell him to shut up, I remember I need to pick up apples

Secretary: ...no that's not it

Harry: what does the git want

Secretary: he...said he went home to find the fridge left open again and the dog got in. And the cat. And your daughter's bunny. And your snake almost ate the bunny but the dog kept him off

Harry:

Secretary: and the milk went bad

Harry, paralysed with fear: listen, Ann, they need me I need to go now

Secretary: he's screaming in my floo, sir

Harry: could you order a dozen apples to be delivered home

Secretary: he says he's coming here

Harry: gotta go

And he's gone for like three days until draco has calmed down. The mission is taken care of in like 15 minutes tho.

#he's not scared of draco but he knows when he done fucked up #drarry

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symphonyincoordination · 11 months

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Charles tea set appreciation. I love that he drinks his booze out of his dainty little teacup.

His tea is identified as Earl Grey (I think in Mash Olympics?) which is exactly what I would assume he was drinking. I am sure he prefers it in the “proper” way, with no milk or sugar and a slice of lemon. I can’t remember if we see if he uses bagged or loose leaf tea, but I suspect he would go for loose leaf by choice, perhaps tolerating bagged at the 4077.

I also don’t remember if any other varieties of his tea are named. I see him as mostly a black tea drinker, but maybe he acquires a taste for green tea in Tokyo. If he does he definitely gets really into the elaborate preparation and brewing it “properly.” I bet he went to a tea ceremony on R&R at least once, and then bored everybody silly relying it at length. He’d probably like those blooming teas. I think he’d be snobby about herbal tea initially, but I could see him maybe getting to like some after he mellows a bit. I can imagine him enjoying like a relaxing chamomile or something after the war. He’d hate those fun tea blends you can get today, like cupcake flavour or whatever. At least publicly. He might enjoy them secretly.

100% he only drinks out of bone china and swears he can taste the difference

#mash #mash 4077 #charles emerson winchester iii #didn’t realise I had so many thoughts about Charles and tea but there you go #I think he acquired the teapot in Tokyo but the cups are from home #not the Winchester’s finest though they for sure have multiple sets

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hd-wireless · 11 months

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📻🎶 H/D WIRELESS 2023 - WEEKLY WRAP-UP #1

🎶 Just a perfect week Read fanfiction in the park And then later When it gets dark, look at art. Just a perfect week Reading at work in the loo, And then later a podfic, too And then home.

Oh it's such a perfect fest We're glad to share it with you Oh, such a perfect fest It just keeps us reading on, It just keeps us reading on. 🎶

🎤 Welcome to our 8th round of H/D Wireless!

The time has finally come to start posting all the fantastic entries we’ve received this year!

We’ve revealed 14 top hits so far, with many more to come. The mods have been working non-stop since December to make this happen, so we’re beyond excited to finally be back 🤩

As always you can listen to the prompted songs for the works we post on two playlists:

Click here for Spotify (many thanks to @evaeleanor for helping us out there) ❤️

And here for the YouTube playlist.

And now without further ado, our Wrap-up for the first week of posting:

🎶 H/D Wireless Art 🎶

📻 Why don't you like me? [T, digital comic]

🎵Song Prompt: Grace Kelly by MIKA 🎵Summary Failing to ask Harry out, Draco deals with his feelings in a very dramatic fashion.

📻 Alive [E, Digital comic]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Alive' by 'Sia' 🎵 Summary Harry is lost after the final battle, but he finds comfort from an unexpected source.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic and Art 🎶

📻 Before the Cold Sets In [T, 9,154, origami art]

🎵 Song Prompt: Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies 🎵 Summary But if I measure the sugar To satisfy your expectant tongue Then that is love Sitting untouched and growing cold - Cold Tea Blues, by Cowboy Junkies Sometimes, the person you should be planning your life with is already in it. Or, how Harry realised that true love is at the bottom of a tea cup.

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 Everybody Hates a Tourist [E, 51,500]

🎵 Song Prompt: Common People by Pulp 🎵 Summary On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school. Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

📻 Take You Home [E, 26,333]

🎵 Song Prompt: Fuck the Pain Away by Peaches and Take You Home by Dido 🎵 Summary Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

📻 love is just a shout in the void [M, 4,489]

🎵 Song Prompt: i'm in love with u, sorry by j'san 🎵 Summary Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

📻 The Two Of Us In Sympathy [M, 5,782]

🎵 Song Prompt: Rent by Pet Shop Boys. 🎵 Summary Draco Malfoy is a sex worker. Harry Potter is the client who falls in love with him.

📻 Vipera Berus [M, 20,614]

🎵 Song Prompt: Just Pretend by Bad Omens 🎵 Summary Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was. And so what, if he was still waiting.

📻 Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave [M, 2,226]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Two-Headed Boy' by 'Neutral Milk Hotel' 🎵 Summary The linens are white and empty, sunlight slanting through the window illuminating a bed that has been deserted. Draco knew Potter would leave; he’s always gone by morning. Draco doesn’t even remember what he looks like in daylight.

📻 (you) find me when the lights go down [T, 1,839]

🎵 Song Prompt: 'save me from the monster in my head' by 'Welshly Arms' 🎵 Summary Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night. "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

📻 If You Took the Time to Try [T, 18,169]

🎵 Song Prompt: "Go Like" by Fox Stevenson 🎵 Summary Last summer, Draco's impulsive decision to sleep with Harry Potter resulted in a bruised ego and a broken heart. Now he's looking for a fresh start- something that was absolutely not just an excuse for him to run away from his problems. Only it totally was, and while leaving London might have been easy, leaving Potter in the past was not.

📻 Title & Possession [E, 49,063]

🎵 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company - Asking Alexandria 🎵 Summary Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war. Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good. Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier. Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch. At least, he is until Draco Malfoy threatens to sue him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, and winds up moving in until the issue is settled. Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

🎶 H/D Wireless Podfic 🎶

📻 Inside These Walls [podfic] [M, 33 minutes]

🖋️ Original author: Jackvbriefs 🎵 Song Prompt: Black Sheep by Metric 🎵 Summary The year before Draco moves to Los Angeles, Harry Potter disappears. Draco doesn't mean to find him. He's just doing his job.

📻 Moldova's Magical Tea by aibidil - a Podfic [E, 2:46:12]

🖋️ Original author: aibidil 🎵 Song Prompt: Clint Eastwood by Gorrillaz 🎵 Summary Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy. Featuring Muggle music from summer 2001, trips to the Muggle cinema, herbology and magical herbal infusions, and Draco trying to convince Harry that, while he’s still a snarky git, he’s no longer a bigot.

#HD Wireless #hd wireless 2023 #drarry #drarry art #drarry fic #drarry podfic #weekly wrap up no 1

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heyy! I saw the soft reader x Dallas and I loved it! I saw wondering if you could do another where he’s at the diner with the gang and the reader is there with a friend and Dallas hears her laugh and it reminds him of his mother and he just keeps staring at the reader and he tries to distract himself and the gangs like Dallas are you even listening? Have a good day💗

Dallas Winston x soft! F! Reader

Once again I love the idea of polar opposites being together, and I kinda imagined him just seeing her for the first time, and what that would be like for the two of them. Have a lovely day aswell! Thank you for the request, I LOVED writing this

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, death of a loved one (breast cancer), immigration from Italy due to WWll, and not edited because I’m tired and wanna sleep LMAO

Dallas Winston was a known player.

Everybody knew that.

Except, maybe, you. The sweet girl who’s favorite hobby is reading, always has her head in the clouds, and is very much a loner. However, you enjoyed being alone.

You loved not having to worry about gossip, drama and all of that stuff. All you worried about was your best friend, Libby, and your books. You had recently started Dune, and fell in love with it. You weren’t going to lie, you loved a long book that could keep you entertained for more than just a few days. This way, you could put off spending time with Libby.

You loved Libby, she was very sweet, but high energy. Every time you go out with her, you need to take a break because she drains you.

But here you are at the diner, next to Libby, and her telling a ridiculous story about her cousin, that you weren’t really paying attention to. Dune was just really interesting, okay?

A few seats over at a booth, sat the entire Curtis gang. Yes, the entire Curtis gang at a booth meant for four people. Dallas was sitting on a pulled up chair at the end of table, holding a black cup of coffee that he had ordered, meanwhile the other boys shared milkshakes and a basket of fries.

Ponyboy had just won his first track tournament of the year, and everyone insisted on celebrating.

Dallas, like you, needed alone time. He loved his gang, they were pretty much his support system, but he stayed quiet except for the occasional teasing or chuckle.

A waitress walked by your table and you called out, “Excuse me?” She turned to look in your direction, plastering on a fake smile.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, but could I please get a cup of breakfast tea, with milk and sugar?” You felt bad for her. She was obviously overworked and tied.

The waitress smiled at your kindness and walked away, writing down your tea in her notebook so she wouldn’t forget.

Libby perked up at the sound of your order.

“Seriously y/n? Another cup of that disgusting dirt water?”

“Okay, first of all it’s not dirt water, and it most definitely is not disgusting!” You defended yourself, voice growing a bit louder and higher.

This peaked Dallas’ attention. He heard you from a few tables over, looked over, and studied you for a second. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. Not in a basic kind of way, but you just looked unique. It intrigued him. For the first time he was just admiring something beautiful, not looking at a girl as a quick fuck.

“My dad is British, and so I drink tea. It’s simple.” The waitress from before returned to your table, and set down your tea in front of you.

“Jesus Libby you really are missing out this shit is good.” You sighed, taking a sip from your beloved cup.

“No that shit sucks y/n. Just like my cousin with her boyfriend.”

You looked at Libby, your jaw dropped, wondering how you missed this part of the story! You started to laugh, your loud, giggly, unique laugh. You hated it and you mad at Libby for knowing she would make you laugh with that comment. You hit your friend on the shoulder and continued to giggle, you just found it so funny!

The sound of your laugh made Dallas whip his head back to you, his eyes wide open. He thought he heard his mother.

His mother was the sweetest women he ever knew. She loved books, the stars, Brooklyn, and cinnamon. She had so much love in her heart for the whole world, even though it had treated her horribly. She immigrated from Italy in her teens, and while traveling her father fell ill and passed away. She arrived in America, alone, and ended up living with her distant Uncle. At a young age, her Uncle made her marry Dallas’ father. An older man who was quite wealthy. Though soon into their marriage, he lost all his money to gambling. The couple was poor, and this led to his fathers abuse.

But his mother would always stay positive, no matter what. She laughed every day with her son, making sure he knew how to. When Dallas turned 15, she passed away from breast cancer. This led Dallas to destructive habits. Why did the world have to be so cruel to such a kind person? He never understood.

He has never found someone as pure as his mother. And maybe that’s why he goes through so many girls. He’s trying to find someone with that same happiness and love for the world. But, maybe he’s just found that person.

Sodapop noticed Dallas was ever distant from the conversation, and followed his eyes, landing on the beautiful Y/n.

“Y/n.” Soda broke the silence between the two.

“What?” Dallas replied, not looking away from you.

“Y/n L/n. You’re staring at her. I mean shes real beautiful Dal. Maybe you can actually get a girlfriend instead of a one night stand.” Soda laughed and and punched Dallas’ arm, making him turn away from you.

“Do you know her? What is she like? Why have I never seen her before?” He questioned.

The rest of the table noticed Dallas’ weird behavior.

“Hey what’s going on?” Pony asked

“I think Dallas has a crush on y/n!” Soda teased.

The rest of the boys turned to look in your direction, and you spotted them peaking over the seats to look at you. You gave them a weird look, and they quickly ducked back into their seats.

“Think she noticed us?” Two asked.

“Yeah dumbass she totally did.” Steve answered, shooting a glare at the boy.

Pony looked back to Dallas.

“She’s really sweet Dal. She loves to read, and wants to be an astrologer. She’s always got her head in the clouds though.” Pony answered Dals long forgotten questions.

“She’s kinda a loner. I only know her through book club, but I don’t think she’s ever had a boyfriend or anything like that. She’s not a grease either, but she’s not rich. She’s too sweet to be a grease though.” Ponyboy finished, staring to delve into his own head.

Darry looked to Dallas.

“Why? Do you want to be with her or something?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“She sounded like my mom when she laughed, it just, it was like she was in the room.” He said, looking at you.

Darry was the only one in the gang who knew about Dallas’ past, and how he wanted to find a girl who was like his mom. He wanted to encourage Dallas to talk to you.

But your eyes suddenly met Dallas’. You both stared at each other, basking in the somehow comfortable eye contact. You didn’t recognize this boy, but wow did he look beautiful. His jawline and cheek bones were pronounced in the lighting, making him look sharp. Yet, he had these cute lips that made him look adorable at the same time. It was a mixture that made butterflies in your stomach start to emerge. You smiled at him, and waved.

Dallas and you were fully being watched by your friends, but at that moment you couldn’t notice the rest of your surroundings.

He smiled back at you, muttered a “hi” and turned back to his table, a small blush apparent on his cheeks.

Libby turned to you, shell-shocked.

“I think Dallas Winston might have a full on crush on you y/n. Holy shit! This is insane oh my god!” She shouted.

“Shut up!” You giggled and put your hands over her mouth.

“Go talk to her!” Darry ushered Dallas out of his seat and towards you. Dallas had never been nervous talking to a girl before, this was very weird for him.

You heard footsteps approach your table, and you looked up, meeting the eyes of the boy you thought was ever so pretty.

“Uh, Hi. I’m Dallas.” He said, holding his hand out for you.

“Hi.” You placed your hand in his, and he brought it to his lips, kissing it gently, making you giggle.

“I just wanted to say I heard you laugh earlier, and it felt familiar so I looked over and I saw you. You’re just real beautiful, so do you want to go out sometime? Like a date?” He asked, now sitting down at the table with you.

You blushed having never been on a date before. “Yeah I would love that.” You excitedly answered, a smile very present on your face.

“Great uh-“ He looked at his friend and yours watching you two intently.

“Do you want to go outside real quick?” He asked you. You nodded, and he offered you his hand while you walked out the doors, sitting on a bench nearby.

“Do you want to go to the movie house with me? My favorite book is being turned into a movie and I need to see it?” You suddenly asked Dallas. You were quite nervous.

“Yeah man, here’s my number.” He wrote it down on your hand.

“Okay. I’ll call you tonight.” You smiled again, beaming at the boy with the moonlight covering his features.

“Can I- I know this is real soon but I wanta kiss you, doll. That okay?” He bashfully asked, not wanting the moment to end.

You nodded and quickly his lips met yours, melting together. He tasted like bitter coffee and you tasted like sugar. The perfect mix, they balanced each other out. You pulled away.

“WOW!” You said and then your hands flew to your mouth, embarrassed you said that aloud.

“Uh- I’ll call you tonight Dallas thank you!” You walked to your car, seeing Libby wait for you there.

“I’ll be waiting!” He replied.

“Libby did that just happen. Holy- oh my god!” You screamed. Libby jumped into your arms capturing you in a hug.

“I told you that you were the most wonderful girl in the planet and that the right guy would come eventually didn’t I?” She looked at you.

“I think I’m going to marry that man. I’m not joking Libby.” You said.

Dallas overheard this entire conversation, along with the rest of the gang, who walked right out of the diner after he had kissed you. Darry walked up to Dallas, patted him on the back and smiled at him. Dallas returned a very genuine true smile, and Darry was so happy that Dallas finally found someone that made him so happy.

You two ended up getting married, just like you had said. Dallas felt like his mom was there the whole ceremony, watching over both of you. He was right, she was.

#the outsiders imagine #the outsiders oneshot #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston #dallas winston imagine #dally winston #headcanons #sodapop imagine #steve randle #darry curtis #dallas winston x reader #dallysnecklace #dally x reader #the outsiders dally

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Lyrics flow from miles’ fingers like they always do. Hes never had a problem with writing, words come easy, muisc even easier. He is an emotional person and his outlet just so happens to be something that helps pay the bills, quite well if he does say so himself.

There is a downside to this emotional truthfullness, a side that makes the writing painful. Sometimes he thinks hes too poignant for his own good. The lyrics are sometimes not thinly veiled metaphors, hints at half-truths, somtimes they are a genuine retelling of his life. places and people, the memories and perceptions that certain events and periods hold. He himself is a holder, every person he has met he cradles close to his heart, those he goes on to befriend, or on the rare chance romance, he locks inside and keeps warm. Helps them weather every storm they encounter, every curveball or extreme high he helps them manage. He has his favourites of course, everyone does - his mum, his friends from home, Alex.

Alex is of course the crux of his current emotional turmoil. As he so often is, Miles is not oblivious, not blindsided by his affection for the man. He knows Alex is difficult to pin down, hard to get a read on and often wears a different face every day of the week to protect himself from his harsh realities. Miles is accutely aware of all these qualities, and yet Alex is still the sweetest man he knows, still the most endearing. The source of his current heartbreak, yes, but undoubtedly the love of his life. And so the lyrics flow, freely and entirely heartfelt. 100% how Miles feels about Alex and his recent absence.

You're walking around, your head in the clouds You're acting as if you're Mr. Johnny know-it-all Mister come and watch me fall

You're feeling alive, a Jekyll and Hyde You're riding the tides and everybody's just doing fine Leading that double life

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I hope to see you soon I hope to see you soon Ah, come on

You're dancing with death in a bulletproof vest There's no other way to say it, brother Better watch your step Before all goes west

The king and the queen, the milk in your tea The partner in crime you only ever found once in life Don't let it pass you by

I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I put myself on mute before I spill the beans Oh, not again 'Cause when you're dancing to your own beat You can be anything that you want Yes, I'm an executive that you can trust

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya

I'll wait right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll be right here, I'll see ya when I see ya I'll see ya when I see ya

I wouldn't wanna be ya I'll see ya when I see ya

#hehheheh idk where tf this came from but…#thoses into the void and sprints away #this is my first milex fic #but its really just my love letter to see ya when i see ya #BECAUSE COME ON THAT SONG IS A MASTERPIECE #anyways feedback is needed and greatly appreciated #milex #milex fic #milex fanfiction #tumblr drabbles #im gonna go write my top gun shit now byeeee

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 10 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 9 | update ! | AO3

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y/n’s pov:

i barely got any sleep last night. i mean, how could i? my mind kept replaying yesterday. i was lost and confused. but not only that, the thought of what chino and me were doing, left me in a daze. what does last night mean for us? what does last night mean to him?

i’ve slept for at least three hours, but not simultaneously. my eyes felt heavy enough to go back to bed.

i looked over to my right and read the time. 7:10 AM. better get some sleep now before i’m too tired throughout today. i turned back over to my side and dozed off.

after finally getting four full hours of sleep, i had gotten up and went to take a shower. i still felt nasty from last night so it helped calm my mind down.

i walked out into the living room to get to my kitchen. my mom was sitting on the couch.

“good morning sleeping beauty. i see you decided to sleep in considering you had an active night last night.” she sipped her tea. i could feel her judgement coming towards me.

i groaned, knowing she was gonna bring this back up. “mom! i’m 20 years old. i should be able to go out with people without having to worry about my mother interrupting!” i grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the hot water my mom had left over in the kettle.

“yeah well i wouldn’t have to interrupt if you didn’t do your business in front of the house! do you know what the neighbors would’ve thought? especially if deborah seen.” she gagged and rolled her eyes. deborah was my mom’s neighbor enemy. they never established that they were enemies but they both kind of agreed on it without saying anything.

“i don’t even know why you care about everybody else’s opinion. it’s not like they weren’t all sleeping anyway!” i exclaimed, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

“that’s not the point y/n!” she paused because she noticed i was too focused on making my tea. i quickly finished up and walked over to the couch. i motioned my hand to indicate for her to continue while sitting down. she had a very dissatisfied look on her face. her look was so unbearable, i looked away sipping my tea. “you can’t just make out with people in front of the house!”

a sigh left my mouth. “i know mom. we were just talking and then things.. escalated.” i shrugged.

“yeah, i could tell.” she said giving me the side eye. i could hear the hint of sarcasm behind her voice. “next time, just make sure you do it as far way from the house as possible, alright?” a knock came from the door. she put her mug down onto the coffee table and went over to answer.

“camillo? what are you doing here?” her face was puzzled.

“hi mrs. l/n. these are for you!” chino held out a vase of flowers. “i’m sorry you had to see me and y/n like that last night. i wanted to make it up to you!” what the hell was chino doing?

“oh my! i haven’t received flowers in forever!” she squealed in excitement. yeah, you can say my mom is easily impressed. “thank you so much camillo! you know flattery will get you everywhere in life. please come in!” chino’s eyes laid on me as soon as he walked in. “so camillo, what can i do you for you?” she walked over to the counter and place down her new beautiful vase of flowers.

“i hope you don’t mind but would it be okay if i talked to y/n?” she turned around and rose her eyebrow. “alone?” how bold of him to be asking my mother of such things. she looked at me then back at chino. her stare always makes me break a sweat.

“fine! but no funny business!” she pointed at chino before leaving to her room. must’ve been the flowers that convinced her.

chino turned to me after hearing her door close. i got up and walked towards him. “now why would you sweeten up my mom like that?” i titled my head giggling.

“like i said, i wanted to make it up to her.” he smirked. “besides, i needed a reason to see you after last night.” i felt a little relieved hearing him say that. at least he’s been thinking about it too.

“about that-“ he cut me off.

“look!” he pulled out a single rose from his back pocket. “i brought this for you too.”

i gasped. “chino! you really didn’t have to!” i’ve never gotten flowers from anybody before. well a flower. chino never striked me as the romantic type.

“let me take you out. so we can talk about last night?” that wasn’t a half bad idea. now that we were sobered up, maybe we can get some things straight. my mind was too scrambled after last night, i needed answers.

i nodded. “let me just change my clothes real quick.” i started to walk to my room but he followed me. “you have to wait out here! i don’t want us getting in trouble again.” i said pushing him back towards to the living room.

“oh right.” he nervously chuckled.

i had no idea where chino was gonna take me. my heart was pounding thinking about what he’s gonna say to me. the sounds of my stomach grumbling interrupted the silence.

“you hungry?” chino asked. “we should get something to eat before we leave.”

“leave to where?” i tried to get an answer out of him.

he smiled. “you’ll see. where do you wanna eat?” my stomach growled again. i guess i was a little hungry.

“let’s go get jimmy’s. fries with their sauce sound super good to me right now.”

“your wish is my command.” he smirked.

he pulled into the drive-thru and ordered both of us a burger and a large fry to share. i got a dr pepper and he got a chocolate shake. i tried to give chino money for it but he wouldn’t let me.

“what kind of guy would i be if i don’t pay for the food on the first date?” he said pushing my money back into my pocket.

“oh so this is a date?” i leaned my face closer to him.

he smirked. “what if i told you it was?” his eyes analyzed mine. our faces were inches apart from each other. it suddenly grew hot.

“well i wouldn’t mind if it was.” i grinned. “you know how much i love hanging with you.” i brushed my hand against his face.

he tucked my hair behind my ear. “i’ve always wanted to that.” he flashed his smile at me. his hand ran through my hair.

we drove up and parked on a cliff side a little past sacramento. “it’s beautiful chino!” i said, stepping out of the car. the sky was blue and a hazy orange with pink undertones. the clouds looked like cotton balls. we could see the entire city from up here. all the cars driving by and the birds flying high.

chino stepped out of the car and hopped on his hood. “i knew you’d like it up here. i come up here sometimes to write lyrics.” he pat his hand right next to him, indicating for me to sit.

i hesitantly sat on the hood, hoping it wouldn’t dent. “what do you write the most about?”

he handed me my food. “i guess just whatever’s on my mind. sometimes my lyrics won’t have nothing to do with me, just a story.” he shrugged.

we sat there in silence, staring at the view. secretly, i felt like i about to have a panic attack. i’ve never felt this nervous before. what if chino was just drunk and acted on impulse? what if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore because of it? i was scared of the possible outcomes this could lead us to.

chino spoke. “so about last night…” i looked out at the view from the cliff mentally preparing myself for every bad thing that could happen right now.

“i understand. you were drunk and you regret it and that’s totally fine.”

“what are you on? i don’t regret it at all.” he scoffed.

“what? but i thought-“

“well you thought wrong. look y/n, i like you! ever since our night at the swings, i’ve been so confused about my feelings towards you. i thought no way i could like you. but last night changed that.”

his gaze softened at me waiting for an answer. “say something.” i couldn’t speak. he left me absolutely speechless. this feels like a dream. never did i think that chino would like me back. there were too many thoughts in my mind to say anything.

when i snapped out of my thoughts, chino had a disappointed look on his face. i suddenly leaned into him and pressed my lips against him. “i like you too, chino.” he cupped my face and brought me closer.

i scratched the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth. but before anything could escalate, he pulled away but remained close. “let’s not get carried away.” he smirked. damn you, chino!

i cleaned myself up a little bit. i couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. “so… what do you want us to be? there’s obviously a chemistry between us.” i dip my fry into his shake grinning at him. he had a sneer look on his face.

“i don’t think we should label anything yet.” i gave him a look. “it’s just that, i don’t wanna rush into anything. i really care about you so we should take things slow.”

his words made goosebumps grow over my body. i didn’t think he cared about me this much. “so are you suggesting we be friends with benefits?” i giggle at the idea. who would’ve thought this would be happening to little ole me?

“well when you put it like that it sounds bad.” he laughed nervously before pausing. “but yeah basically.”

i smirked. “you wouldn’t mind if i went out with other guys though, right?”

“no!” he quickly responded with a stern voice. he shook his face while clearing his throat. “i was thinking we could just be each others go to hook up whenever we needed it or something.” he mumbled. my heart started racing at what chino wanted.

“chino, i don’t want you to give up not seeing other girls. especially if we’re not even dating. i feel bad.” i shrugged.

“i’m willing to give that up for you.” he smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “besides, you’re the only girl i have my eyes on.” butterflies exploded in my stomach. at least that’s what it felt like because holy fuck. i didn’t think a man was capable of giving something up like that. i felt a little special.

i smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. “you pinky promise you’ll stay true to me if i stay true to you?” i stuck out my picky finger towards him.

he chuckled before pinky promising. “i pinky promise.” we turned back to the beautiful view. i rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine. his arm held me tight, close to his chest. the smell of his cologne made me want to be like this forever. i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else with anybody else right now. this moment was absolutely perfect.

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapter !! i do have a few announcements to make. my first announcement is that i will be going on break for two weeks. i wanna catch up on some writing before i continue publishing these chapters. so i will be back March 29th ! and for the other announcement, when i come back, im not going to continue to post on tumblr anymore. i get shadow banned pretty often because of these posts and it’s kind of disappointing to see my chapters aren’t doing well as they are on ao3. so im sorry to all my tumblr readers but if you want to continue reading not too late, it will be posted on my ao3 from this point on. but if anyone opposes it, please just comment and i will keep posting on here. anything for my readers ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #bands #music #mall goth #goth #emo #alternative #metalhead #grunge #1990s #1990s nu metal #1990s aesthetic

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