#java jive

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hi ducky may I place an order? I'd like a medium iced tea with light ice with caramel drizzle and cookie crumbles please :D

name on the order is finral <3

Hehe Finral 😍

I will need one tall order of this man and this man alone holy fuck

PLEASE GOD MAKE THIS MAN REAL

ILL PAY YOU BRO

IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM

CW BELOW THE CUT: None

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

The nighttime was something that you had always found serene and comforting. Being a Black Bull meant that you could always fend for yourself if danger managed to find you. That doesn’t mean that you were always let off the hook, but you mainly stayed safe no matter where you went.

You were on high alert, having just fended off some petty thieves who tried to stick you up. Your senses were heightened, and you were honestly too on edge.

The sudden sound of your name being called and pattering footsteps caused you to summon your grimoire.

“S-Stay back! I don’t want to have to use my magic!”

“Woah! (N/N), it’s just me.”

You blinked to regain your composure, your eyes focusing onto the person with you.

“F-Finral?” You sputtered.

“Sorry to spook you.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “Are you alright?”

You exhaled in relief, body slumping to its usual relaxed posture. “Yeah.” You felt the tension leave your body as Finral placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, rubbing slowly. “Thanks, Fin.”

The brunette smiled warmly, “Anytime.”

“So” you began, continuing your slow walk, “What brings you to this part of town?”

“Ah.”

Well shit. You had caught him. He had to think of a lie, and fast.

“Well you know me, I’m Yami’s 5* errand boy.” Finral replied with an awkward chuckle.

Truth be told, the spatial magic user knew that you would be walking at this time of night. Every ounce of chivalry in his body told him that he should not be letting the person he loves walk alone during night time, it was too dangerous, even if you were a magic knight.

“But what’s got you out here so late? It’s not safe.”

You giggled leaning into his side, “I’m not a helpless person in distress. I’m a Bull, just like you.” You smiled warmly at him, failing to notice his growing awkwardness, “But I appreciate your concern for me. It’s sweet. Thank you, Finnie.”

Finral swore he could’ve melted on the spot at the nickname. His gentle grip on your shoulder fell lax for a split second as he tried to regain his composure.

A sudden bright light illuminated the sky, causing the two of you to look up. A shooting star crossed your lines of sight. “Make a wish, Fin!” You chirped, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What did you wish for?” You turned to him, eyes sparkling in under the silvery moonlight.

Oh how your eyes would be the death of him.

His hand came off your shoulder to hold a finger to his lips. “You know I can’t tell you. If I did, my wish wouldn’t come true, and it’s one that I greatly want to.”

Finral couldn’t help but smile at the subtle pout that fell over your features. “Come on, you. Let’s get you home safe. The others are probably waiting for us.”

You beamed at him, bounding up to his side.

“Here,” he chimed, holding out his outstretched fingers. “take my hand.”

Without hesitating, you interwound his fingers with yours, swinging your arms as you walked. The brunette chuckled sweetly at your adorable behavior.

As if to try and ruin the moment, the sky opened up and it began to pour. The two of you yelped as you sped up your pace. Soon you were running through the rain, laughing your asses off.

By the time the two of you returned, you were both cold from the rain, and warm from giggling the entire way home. Your hands were still intertwined when you walked through the doors, causing Magna to comment immediately.

“Oooh, look at them holding hands.” The flame magic user cooed.

You beamed at your teammate, squeezing Finral’s hand, “Yep! Fin walked home with me just to make sure I was okay. Isn’t he the greatest?”

The spatial magic user thought he would melt straight into the floor on the spot. Between your praises, Magna’s teasing, and the teasing eyebrows of his teammates, Finral couldn’t take much more flush on his face.

“Okay, okay. L-Let’s get you into the bath and into some warm clothes.” The brunette sputtered.

Vanessa couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw the brunette hug you goodnight. The gentle pink dust on his cheeks had proven her suspicions correct.

After Finral had disappeared down the hallway, the witch called out to you. “(Y/N).”

You turned to look at her.

“He totally has the hots for you, sweetie.”

You furrowed your brows, attempting to stutter out a response. “N-No! He just walked me home. I-I-It’s not a big deal. Any of the guys here would do the same! Right? Magna? Luck? Gord-“

“(N/N).” Magna interrupted, “Fin has spatial magic… Why didn’t he just portal the two of you home?”

Your breath caught in your throat.

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[dzgrizzle]

Java Jive Atlanta, 1994-2024. You will be missed.

[emmaklee]

(via The Manhattan Transfer - Java Jive - YouTube)

[phasesphrasesphotos]

I love coffee, I love tea…

[eriksangel666]

New podcast episode is up! This week we ride some vocal slides all the way down Route 66 as we discuss the music of the Manhattan Transfer...and boy do we have some thoughts and feelings on this one

[nudeartpluspoetry]

Bob's Java Jive cafe and bar. Tacoma, Washington, USA.

[mreatts]

Java Jive Sketches, 2014

Sketches from an open mic in high school, a night of poetry and songs.

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

tacoma, washington. 2024

[sohannabarberaesque]

So imagine the radio receiving Honey and Sis' surprise shortwave worldcasting station while having the old exercise with the Mocha-Java Jive....

[chronomally]

They need to make a club remix of "Java Jive" by The Ink Spots

[wonderlustology]

[duckymcdoorknob]

Heyo again! I have returned for the final order!

If it's alright, I'd like to order a medium iced coffee with extra ice; the toppings are cream + sugar and caster sugar (and possibly sea salt but that's optional :3) The name on the order is Joe :3

Thank you again! Here's my payment! :3 Have an amazing day and take your time with everything friend! Here's to an incredible event!

WIDHIDBSJWN DA FUCKING C A T E

HelLO WELCOME TO ORDER NUMBER 3 >:)

This one is self indulgent and was so cute 🙁❤️

CW BELOW THE CUT: None!

♫ -ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ᥕᥲі𝗍ᥱr, ⍴ᥱrᥴ᥆ᥣᥲ𝗍᥆r- ☕️

You never could’ve imagined that playing with your aunt’s spare camera would lead you to many, wonderful adventures. After picking up your first camera as a child, you fell in love with photography. Overtime, you developed a passion and talent for the craft, leading you to post your shots. After a while, you gained popularity, and the attention of a certain family…

Next thing you knew, you were hired by the Chinens to photograph Miya’s competitions. You didn’t much mind, though, since the boy was a riot.

Miya kept you entertained as you photographed. There was something so enticing about the way he performed his tricks. Your shots were beautiful, sending you, and your employers, home with a large portfolio of photographs.

After a competition, the boy begged his parents to go to a restaurant. They agreed and, to your shock and delight, invited you along.

It was there that you would meet the rest of Miya’s friends, and the owner of the place: Kojiro Nanjo.

From that point, you were deeply immersed in the world of skating, and “S” itself. You had become fast friends with everyone, for you found yourself feeling strangely comfortable around the motley crew.

You decided to keep your photography a secret from the rest of them, and begged Miya to do the same. You had a great plan in mind…

At every race one of your boys was in, you would discreetly follow him down the path and take action shots. After a while, each had their own portfolio stuffed to the brim with photos.

When Christmas came, you printed each of their photos and tied them neatly with a ribbon. They were all overjoyed to have such beautiful photos as a keepsake, but were careful to keep them hidden away.

It wasn’t long before word spread of your talents, and soon enough you found yourself as the official “S” photographer. The skaters would commission you mostly, but sometimes you would grab a few shots for practice.

After a while, skater after skater wanted their photos taken, and it became supremely overwhelming.

After a killer night of tournaments, you found yourselves all relaxing at Hiromi’s apartment, the seven of you somehow fitting in the three roomed place.

Miya, who had insisted that he wasn’t tired, was currently curled up on the floor with his head in Kaoru’s lap, the man running his fingers through the boy’s hair absentmindedly.

Kojiro, Hiromi, Reki, and Langa were all seated on the floor and watching your photo processing, since Miya had begged you to put it on the TV via an hdmi cable attached to your laptop.

Reki had ended up falling asleep first, head resting on Langa’s shoulder. The blue-haired boy didn’t miss a beat and mirrored his friend’s actions. Kaoru decided to move Miya to Hiromi’s bed, and Hiromi drifted off on the couch, resting his head on his palm, leaving you and Joe alone.

You wordlessly clicked through thousands of photos, checking the time every few seconds. You had been paid to have a whole portfolio ready by the next morning, and you had so many un-usable ones. The SD card was loaded with duplicates, blurry shots, unfocused shots, other skaters, motion blurred shots, photobombed shots, etc.

“Hey.” You heard a whisper from behind you. “How’s it looking?”

With a sigh, you pointed to the top right hand corner of your laptop, revealing harsh, white numbers that read 250/3250

“(N/N), you started this an hour ago. At the rate you’re going, you’ll be up all night.” Joe noted as his hands gently came up to rub your shoulders.

“It’s alright,” you replied. “I can’t sleep until these are finished.”

The green-haired male clicked his tongue in annoyance. His hands didn’t stop gently massaging your shoulders as he watched you agonizingly sift through your SD card.

After another half hour. The clock read 2:30, and you were bleary-eyed and delirious. Every photo looked blurry, and you were close to tears. Your hands grew shaky leading to trouble moving your mouse.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? What’s on your mind?” Joe’s whispered question brought you over the edge. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your shoulders shook. “Hey…”

“Joe, please just-“ you sniffled. “Please, I need a hug.”

The man wasted no time gently taking you in his lap and holding you close. He cradled your head and let it rest on his shoulder as he placed his other arm around your torso. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Why can’t we go to sleep yet?”

“You can go to sleep whenever…” you murmured. “I have to get these photos out by morning or else they’ll-“ a whimper escaped you. “It’ll tarnish my name. This is my living, this is how I’m still able to see everyone-“

“Hey… don’t you dare think that you’ll lose us. You are a damn talented photographer, and I think that freakish competitive skateboarders know how important a good night’s sleep is. They will understand, (N/N). Make a note of where you are, and let’s get you to bed.”

With a nod and a sniffle, you agreed. Joe opened a notepad on your computer, writing down the number you left off on. He carefully stood up with you in his arms, being careful to not step on the sleeping bodies on the floor. He went down the hall to Hiromi’s room and was met with a sleeping Kaoru and Miya.

With a gentle sigh, he returned to the main room and carefully laid down on the sofa. He covered the two of you with a blanket and put a decorative pillow behind his head.

It wasn’t comfortable whatsoever, but the important part was that you were finally asleep.

Smiling, he cradled your head once again and felt his eyes drooping shut.

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[abbygracerecs]

Matthew Gray Gubler Fic Recommendations

Going Live - @doublekrecs smut

Cockwarming - doublekrecs smut

Mine - @boldlyvoid smut

Professional hairdresser - boldlyvoid smut

Journey to Camelot - boldlyvoid smut

36 questions to fall in love - boldlyvoid anything Em writes is amazing! also go buy something from them!

10 days - boldlyvoid

Christmas Cookies - boldlyvoid

For the love of lace - @reidmotif smut

And for my next trick - reidmotif smut

Double-booked for the night - reidmotif smut

Dear Diary - @reiderwriter Warning - CNC smut

I won't let you forget - reiderwriter smut

Flirting with the FBI - reiderwriter smut

CNC - reiderwriter smut

another cnc - reiderwriter smut

That's what you get series - reiderwriter smut

Isn’t she pretty, daddy? - reiderwriter

Mutual - @anothermansjeans

Youtuber!reader - anothermansjeans

Ask the girl out! - @babymetaldoll

I love you - babymetaldoll

Online Secret Santa - babymetaldoll

Birthday wishes - babymetaldoll

Porcelain - @imagining-in-the-margins

Funny thing fate - imagining-in-the-margins

Studious shadow - imagining-in-the-margins

Soulmate - imagining-in-the-margins

Different Dialects - imagining-in-the-margins

Mister Spencer - imagining-in-the-margins

Java Jive - imagining-in-the-margins

Heavenly - @dudeitiskarev smut

The First Time - @mindfullycriminal smut

Mistletoe for two - @andiebeaword smut

Daddy’s little helper - @stairain smut

Perverse temptations - @subspencer smut

Teacher, Teacher - @differentkettleoffishalltogether smut

Raw - @minswriting smut

Bang My Line - @daddy-dotcom smut

Unlucky in Love - @criminalmindzjunkie

Fluff alphabet - @cacoetheswriting

Things we know by heart - @juniorgman187

Fresh baked - @reidgraygubler

Dream a little dream - @criminalmindswriting

Rogue thoughts - @sometimesiwritebadly

Green was the color - @strawberryspence

Words of two souls - @reidandweep

The shoebox under the bed - @thatgirlstrawberry

Pregnant wife - @radiant-reid

Baby daddy - @shemarmooresfedora

Santa doesn’t know you like I do - @swiftlyinlove

Hidden - @spencexreidimagine

Hypothetically - @incognit0slut

The boy next door - @a-simple-gaywitch

Drunk in love - @nereidprinc3ss

Missed it - @kisses4reid

Neighbor AU- @endearng

I hope we meet again - @blueeyedgirll

Single Dad AU - @luveline

Down the fire escape and into my heart - @justawhitebloodcell01

I wish I knew you wanted me - @irndad

Twenty questions - @viaisms

No more misunderstandings - @reidmarieprentiss

Fluffy - @gghostwriter

First Meeting - @0o-junebug-o0

Cherry Picking - @certaimromance

Secret Santa - @reidswhre

Like a cake - @ocinstar

Cinema 7 - @reidmania

Longing for you - @proseandpretrichor

Cuddle Buddies - @foxy-eva

Birthday Boy - @planetpedri

Cryptic - @pathologicalreid

Lovebird - @spencerreidenjoyer

Fangirl - @mariasont

There beneath - @halfwayhearted

[imagining-in-the-margins]

hi!! do you have any fic recs for non-bau!reader x spencer? i’m not too picky just would love to read about navigating a domestic relationship with an agent while being entirely NOT in that field! so maybe something fluffy (but never opposed to smutty). thank you in advanced 🧚‍♀️

Hey friend! I've compiled most of my Civilian!Reader fics here, although I will say not a lot of them focus on the difficulties navigating the job. For that, you'll find the most luck with my two most popular series below. Otherwise, it's a somewhat eclectic group of fics, which I hope you can still enjoy ❤️

If anyone has any favorite fics that the anon might be interested in, please share them in the comments or reblogs! Self-promotion is always welcome!

S.R. Series (NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI)

The Birds & The Bees (ongoing series): Prof!Spencer, Virgin!Reader. Reader interviews for a position as Dr. Spencer Reid’s Teaching Assistant, and Spencer learns something special about her.

Here to Misbehave (completed series): Spencer meets a girl he can’t get enough of at the nightclub, then quickly realizes she is not supposed to be there.

S.R. SFW Oneshots

Dead Air: Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Devil’s Advocate: Spencer’s been hooking up with the defense attorney in secret. At some point what was purely physical turned into something else.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Funny Thing Fate: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Haunted: Spencer’s never told anyone what happened in prison.

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

It’s Personal: Reader reminds Spencer’s team that it’s never appropriate to ask someone for their age, even if they’re dating their coworker.

Java Jive: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Kitten Love: Spencer’s vet begrudgingly agrees to an emergency house call.

Maddening One, My Goddess: Spencer has a one night stand… on February 13th. The next day, he is confronted with a familiar face on his pre-planned double date.

Not Your Backup: Spencer and JJ argue about her jealousy of his girlfriend.

Quid Pro Quo: Spencer is entranced by the law student in his class.

Rib Cage: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Serendipitous: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Stranger Danger: Reader is a single mother having a very bad day.

Style Theory: Fashion student Reader meets their favorite scholar and teaches him a lesson in self-love.

The Perfect Plan: Reader has a question for Spencer, but things don’t go according to plan.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

S.R. SFW Blurbs

At Ease: Spencer comes home to his partner and finds them still asleep.

Birthday Wish: Spencer is sad he can’t reach you on his birthday.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

S.R. NSFW Oneshots (18+, MINORS DNI)

Big Bad Wolf (Part 1, Part 2): Spencer is overwhelmed by the apparent innocence of an elementary school teacher he meets on a case.

Blush: Spencer finds something surprising in his girlfriend’s sock drawer after he’s released from prison.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Devil in the Backseat: Reader is a little too much (and Spencer's into it).

Get Lucky: It’s 3AM and a pipe burst in Reader’s apartment. She is soaked, angry, and forgot her wallet and phone. Her neighbor Spencer tries his best to make the night not terrible.

I Like It Like That: Spencer is jealous after a rowdy party.

Kiss ’n Tell: Reader gets drunk on a night out with the girls and accidentally mimics her boyfriend’s habit of oversharing.

My Boss’s Daughter: Spencer’s fling with his boss’s daughter is definitely going to get him fired.

Relief in Regrets: Spencer turns to his ex-girlfriend in a time of need.

Rewrapped: Reader tries to be cheeky, but regrets it a little too late to do anything about it.

Rodeo Show: Spencer and Reader weren’t planning on having an audience that morning.

Schrödinger’s Relationship (Part 1, Part 2): Reader finds out Spencer has been dating a kind and cute woman (when he’s not spending the night at her house).

Study Session: Spencer really hates his student, but he can’t resist her.

Vienna: Spencer is a bona fide 40-year-old virgin. After a few months of dating Reader, he finally decides he wants to change that.

Yellow Light: Everyone thinks Reader is dangerous. Probably because she’s Cat’s sister. But is that why Spencer likes her?

Happy reading!

[lebuc]

my level

* all i ask— that you meet me on my level

Kim, Yeezy, Beyonce, baby Blue, Jay-Z Taylor, Nicki - how do they impact our lives, really?

now Glasper, H.E.R., Kendrick, musically - we might could start a convo 'bout them... *

but really, let’s bump the famous & infamous,

deal with ourselves, un-famous & free as long as we want to be

let’s talk of spiritual wealth, of bread & butter, & not hurting one another *

let’s talk Middle East peace Selma to Ferguson, the police; justice for all, abroad & right here, vis-a-vis; *

that squeal in the car’s wheel, city’s budget woes;

how kids today don’t know about Quik or Bosco - oh noes!

too few hot spots for Black thought southside of Chicago; vacation fantasies, St Tropez or Key Largo? * high health insurance, underwater homeowners’ credit;

hiring for jobs, hating DEI, promotions not on merit... & some employers still don’t get it. * how literary angst relates to migraines or stomach pain;

how ‘she’ just got on your last nerve again—  you know, her - that ‘Ms.Thang’. *

meeting on our level; we can talk, jive java, stay woke, smoke, toke (poke – i joke.)

...call me. * 3/15 - 1/25 ( feblog ) - lebuc - my level Call Me · Me'shell Ndegeocello

[chronivore]

1958 Design Idea for Space needle, Bert Smyser, designer of Java Jive, Tacoma