#not rn lol i’m tipsy

[charmac]

ack sorry I was rude about the bathroom problem script I misunderstood what you meant </3 thank you for being a great resource for the sunny stans

No worries lmfao I was being crypto maybe unnecessarily but more for fun… trying to lure people to my blog… lol

But I promise my main goal here is to make sure fans have access to as much Sunny content and resources as possible!

That’s my whole motivation for this blog, after years of searching the depths of the internet for old stuff and running into dozens of dead links (why!! @alwayssunnyfxx !? why did you privatise/delete so many videos!?) and watching almost every social media site fall apart to bad AI search and bots, I want a place where that’s not going to happen (as long as Blogger stays in existence, I guess)

It’s definitely a work in progress, and there’s still a lot to come, to be added and collected, scripts included, but hopefully we will soon have a great resource and fun and interesting site for the community, and a place for great future content and, of course, Season 17+ updates :)

[sees-text-shenans]

I finally got the courage to make a request (wilduck has taken way too much of my money)

May I request yukari accidentally gushing about an oblivious fem reader (who's also a sees member) to the rest of sees?

i hope this is to your liking?,,

[skinnyscottishbloke]

it’s David’s bday tomorroowwwwwww - I’m expecting my dash to be full of his beautiful face. Come on dash don’t let me down.

[onigiram]

Scar is a romantic and a light weight!!!!! He’s someone who utterly adores his partners and will pretty much forgive them for anything/anything even if it isn’t necessarily something healthy. In his eyes they can do no wrong (unless they go against him then they are simply lost)

And he can’t hold his liquor if you want him to be honest get him drunk LMAO

[mochabeanzz]

1,4,29,51

1. Top turn on? hmmm I’m too indecisive to decide rn sorry haha

4. Last time you masturbated? like a few days ago I think

29. Would you have sex with a married person? if it’s all consensual/no cheating involved then sure

51. Does size matter? nope!

[vcrnons]

no because i. love them so much 😔

[coldhands-sunkeneyes]

Getting white girl wasted and passionately lip synching every song on this fucking character playlist as god intended

[lfcs-bitch]

Tipsy off margs and watching a COPA game and showing Luis but not Papa Diaz should actually be considered a crime against humanity

[bestfluteninja]

yay flunk day :)

[starlightkun]

⇢ word count: 1.7k ⇢ genre: fluff, very suggestive (no smut but discussions about/implied sleeping together lol), strangers to one night stand to coworkers to lovers? lmao i think i got that progression right, holiday/christmas themed, sleeping with a hot stranger at the office holiday party when you’re tipsy and oops it turns out they’re your new coworker trope, part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon ⇢ warnings: cursing, just look at the tags and decide if u want to read on tbh. honestly this has probably more horny energy than is warranted for it having zero smut lol ⇢ extra info: this was originally going to continue on after this ending but i ended up feeling like i was losing the plot, so the other stuff i was writing is going to be a separate fic. they’re not a part 1/part 2 at all, but you can kinda see the vision if u read both i think this is part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon, three short, unrelated fics starring jisung all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. there’s no continuing plotline between fics in this series, they’re all standalone fics ⇢ author’s note: uhm so surprise hallmark movie marathon for jisung this year i guess! i did this last year where i had a(n unplanned) series of short fics with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises all starring kun and i guess i’m in my jisung era rn! so enjoy and happy holidays! ⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“Here. Fresh pot.” A cup of coffee was set on your desk in front of your face by Jaemin, as your other coworker Jeno helped himself to the bowl of peppermints perched on your desk.

“Are you seriously hungover?” Jeno snickered as you pulled your head out of your arms. “You left the holiday party like two hours early.”

You glared at him, taking a timid sip from the steaming cup.

“Smart choice, really, you got to miss Mr. Suh’s rendition of Santa Baby,” Jaemin informed you, hopping up on your desk and knocking your keyboard askew.

You rolled your eyes as you moved your things out of his way.

“Were we that boring? You didn’t even say bye or—”

Your gaze lazily drifted around the floor before you inhaled and immediately choked on the too-hot coffee, spitting it back out into the cup as it burned your tongue.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked, his words garbled as he talked around the peppermint in his mouth.

“Ack—Fine,” you coughed, eyes still tracking the man who had stepped off the elevator with your boss. “Who’s that? With Mr. Suh?”

They both turned around to follow your line of sight curiously. Mr. Suh seemed to be giving him a tour, gesturing to various areas of the floor as he spoke.

Jaemin guessed, “Uh… transfer from the satellite office, maybe? I think I saw him at the party last night.”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Suh mentioned we were getting a transfer a couple weeks ago,” Jeno nodded. “That must be him.”

You quickly diverted your gaze as they changed trajectory towards your desk.

“And over here, as you can see, people tend to congregate around Y/N’s area,” Mr. Suh explained to the man with him, his tone playful. He fetched a peppermint from the bowl. “It’s the candy.”

“Good morning, Mr. Suh,” you greeted him, sitting up straight.

“She’s also my best employee, so I excuse it,” he continued.

“Jeno and I are right here,” Jaemin pointed out indignantly.

“This is Park Jisung, he started at the satellite office a couple months ago and is transferring to our team now,” Mr. Suh made introductions, not addressing your coworker’s complaints. “Jisung, this is Lee Jeno, Y/L/N Y/N, and Na Jaemin. You’ll come to know the rest of the team as well, but Y/N will handle your initial training as you settle in.”

Your alarm must have been visible on your face, as your boss’ features turned concerned. “Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“W-Well,” you began panicking even more, looking around at the folders on your desk. “It’s just that you said that the Q4 reports were top priority, and I don’t believe that I’ll be able to complete those on time to standard and train somebody thoroughly at the same time. Sir.”

Mr. Suh nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. My apologies. Jaemin: I’ll leave Jisung to you then.”

“Second choice,” Jaemin tsked as you were using all your willpower not to audibly sigh in relief.

“How do you think I feel?” Jeno joked.

“Let me know if you have any questions, Jisung. We’re excited to have you on our team,” Mr. Suh smiled kindly.

Jisung finally spoke, his deep voice shooting up your spine. “Thank you, sir.”

As they all dispersed from your desk, you finally relaxed just a tiny bit. Until you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up just in time to catch Jisung’s gaze as he glanced at you over his shoulder as he followed Jaemin to his desk. You froze, unable to look away from those same eyes that just last night had stared into yours while—

Your phone ringing made you jump out of your skin, and you swore under your breath as you looked at the name on the screen. Reception.

“This is Y/N,” you answered, trying to keep your voice level.

“Oh!” Your receptionist gasped. “Sorry, wrong extension!”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, hanging up.

Time to do a very careful review of the Q4 reports that you already had finished.

Midday, Jaemin and Jeno stopped by your desk again, Jisung in tow.

“We’re taking Jisung out to lunch. You coming?” Jaemin offered.

You didn’t even spare the new employee another glance, staring at your computer monitor. “Thanks, but uh, maybe another time, guys. Have fun.”

“Alright, see you later,” Jeno shrugged and stole another peppermint.

You didn’t breathe until the elevator doors closed behind them. Once they were gone, you grabbed your purse and headed for the stairs to take your own lunch break.

As soon as the clock struck 5:00, you were gone. Mr. Suh had already sent out an invite for a team dinner at the end of next week to welcome Jisung, but tonight, you could at least leave. Hurrying into the stairwell, you made a rather embarrassing sound when you were face-to-face with Jisung on the other side, leaning against the railing, hands tucked into his slacks.

The door had already closed behind you, and he spoke before you could back out.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

You huffed, hurrying past him to descend the stairs. “Can you blame me?”

He kept pace with you easily thanks to his long legs. “I mean, obviously I didn’t expect you to bring it up in front of everybody, but a hello would’ve been nice.”

“How quaint after your tongue was down my throat last night.”

“Pretty sure my tongue was other places too—”

“Okay, okay!” You hissed, screeching to a halt on the landing between floors to slap a hand over his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you over your hand as you continued ranting quietly. “Seriously, how was I supposed to react when you showed up today? And how are you so normal?”

Jisung slowly reached up and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand off his mouth so he could talk. “I was surprised too, okay? But I was planning on at least being civil, except you never gave me the opportunity. I mean, it couldn’t have been that bad, right? You were awfully loud.”

“Pot, kettle,” you retorted. You yanked your arm from his grasp, suddenly aware of how close you were. “I was tipsy, got stood up by my date, and thought you were somebody’s plus-one. What’s your excuse?”

“Okay, ouch.” He put a hand over his chest. “I might’ve been a little less than sober and didn’t exactly consider the possibility that I would be transferring to your team of all people, but you weren’t a pity fuck, Y/N.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you groaned, your skin getting warm. You pivoted on your heel, rushing downstairs again.

Jisung just followed you, of course. “Then what did you mean?”

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“I thought you were really smart.” Jisung’s sincere words caught you off-guard. “I mean, I know neither of us were all there, but you seemed to really know a lot about your job. And you were funny. Obviously hot too, I mean, whoever stood you up was a fucking—”

You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders, not covering his mouth now, but just staring him in the eye. The exit door of the stairwell was right next to you, which would lead into the employee parking under the building. Most employees took the elevators, so it was only the two of you.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him, eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He challenged, eyes glinting as he looked down at you.

Memories of last night that you had been trying to push away all day flooded your mind now. Jisung’s lips on yours, on your neck, collarbones, his deft fingers unzipping your dress so his big hands could caress your bare skin. You had worn red lip gloss to the party, and it looked so pretty scattered across his chest and abdomen.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Jisung murmured, hands finding familiar holds on your hips, fingertips lining up to the bruises they’d left without even looking. “If it’ll be even better sober? Because I am…”

His pupils were blown, his breaths shallow and quick as his gaze flitted from your lips to eyes. Despite apparently being able to read your mind, he was still gauging your reaction, waiting to see if he’d crossed a line. Acknowledging what had already happened was one thing, suggesting a repeat was a whole other story.

Fuck it.

You nodded quickly, dropping your hands from his shoulders. “Is your car here?”

“I—Fuck, yeah.” He dug into his pants pocket for his keys as he grabbed the exit door with the other.

“Mm,” you sighed in content as Jisung pressed lazy kisses down your spine. “You were right.”

“Oh? About what?” He asked humorously, resting his cheek on your shoulder blade, mimicking your own position with your cheek squished against his pillow.

“It was even better sober.”

He laughed, running his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours. “I love when a hypothesis works out.”

You looked at where your linked hands rested on the mattress next to you, how natural it looked. It wasn’t the first time you held hands, tonight or last night. But it was the first time you’d done so when you weren’t in the act. Somehow, it felt even more intimate.

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly, talking to your hands. That was easier than turning around.

“What do you want?” His voice was soft and gentle, patient yet at the same time, you could sense the underlying anxiety in the question.

You couldn’t take it, needing to see. Letting go of his hand, you turned over in his arms. When you met his eyes, you felt like you were looking at something you shouldn’t. Like he was letting you, hardly more than stranger, cradle his heart in your hands.

“I want more,” you confessed. “I-I don’t know if this is a good idea, it probably isn’t, but—”

“Okay.” He nodded quickly.

“Okay?”

“I can work with that,” he said, cupping the back of your head and kissing you again.

⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

TAGLIST

@annenakamura @bee-the-loser @lotties-readings @ppddpjdr @reiofsuns2001

@giirlfriendd @shaqs-oatmeal @sofipolii01

@tearinka @yoursyuno @yutasputa69

@winkeuu

[yeonkimintakecare]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader; Angsty Fluff

Summary: You and Yoongi are going through a rough patch in your relationship while you guys decide to go out with your friends.

Author's Note: This is actually an old posting from an old instagram account I used to post stories from. I just figured I'd post them on here as I'm getting back into writing again. I wrote these like 3 years ago now and I was usually drunk when I did it (it was during the pandemic, so I was always at least tipsy, sorry about it lol.)

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that my writing is not always great in these but I still like the stories anyways. I hope ya'll like it, I'm working on a longer fic rn, and trying to get my old work posted on my AO3 account as well.

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, some fighting, drunk rando non-consensual dancing, implied sex (sorry I didn't really write smut back then. Still don't really.)

You release the last curl in your hair before finishing it with hairspray. You normally wouldn’t go through the trouble of doing your hair this well for the club, but with Min Yoongi as your boyfriend, you knew you weren’t going to dance much. You throw on your heels before leaving the room, you see Yoongi sitting on the couch. He looks up from his phone, you give him a twirl, he just looks at you with confusion.

“Why did you do your hair?” He asks with a scrunched up face.

“Is it a crime for me to curl my hair? Will the world end because I used hair spray?” You ask rhetorically, already annoyed that he’s picking a fight. Yoongi just sighed and grabbed the keys. You follow him out the door and into the car. You both sit there, listening to the radio. You want to say something, you really don’t want to be fighting all night, then you really won’t get to have any fun tonight.

“Listen baby.” You say while grabbing his thigh. “I just wanted to dress up for once, and when your first reaction was to ask me why I had dressed up instead of saying something nice, I got upset. I should’ve stayed calm. I’m sorry.”

Then he grunted a hmph in response. You just apologized for something that was barely your fault, and he can’t even give a response that’s more than a noise? You take your hand off of his thigh and cross your arms. You guys begin to park for the club, when you walk out you immediately see your friends, Yeona, and Seokjin. You run up to them, hugging them both.

“Y/N! Are you ready to party?” Yeona yells excitedly. Being around her cheery self immediately brings your mood up. You laugh in response and you guys continue to chat, Yoongi being quiet this whole time.

You guys finally get into the club and when the music hits your ears you can’t help but sway to it, even if you aren’t on the dance floor yet. You guys find a table and you grab Yoongi’s hand, still wanting to reconcile to have an enjoyable night, he holds your hand back rubbing the back of it. This was as much as you were probably going to get out of him, but that was okay, because at least this meant he might dance a little bit and maybe you to could, you know, make up at home later. Seokjin makes it to the table holding drinks, he hands one to you.

“I got you a vodka cranberry!” He yells over the loud music while sliding into the booth next to you. Yeona follows him setting a beer in front of Yoongi and sipping her own drink while she sits next to Seokjin. They would make such a cute couple if only one of them would back up and make the first move.

“Thank you! It’s my favorite!” You yell trying to lean closer to his ear. You feel Yoongi jerk his hand out of yours. You turn to him and he’s drinking his beer and looking away from you.

“Why are you acting like this” you say into his ear.

“Act like what?” He asks with an attitude. You scoff, he knows what he’s doing.

“Whatever I’m going to go dance.” You chug your drink and you, Yeona, and Seokjin decide to go dance. You close your eyes and try to not think about how angry you are. Yeona and Seokjin drift farther away from you, but you don’t really notice, you were too distracted by the music. You came to the club so that you could dance and have fun with your friends and Yoongi was ruining it. You loved him with all of your heart, but moments like this made you want to walk away. You understood he isn’t always great at communication, but it was still frustrating. Your thoughts are interrupted by somebody dancing behind you. When you realize it’s some random guy, you stop dancing to tell him to back off, but you feel a strong hand grab onto your arm. You look up to see Yoongi, he pushes the guy away from you and drags you to the public restroom.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He yells at you while locking the door.

“What do you mean? I was just about to tell him off! I didn’t do anything wrong.” You yell back. You can’t believe this, he really did just want to fight with you tonight. It doesn’t matter if you did something wrong or not, he would find a reason to be mad or blame it on you.

“You were just asking for attention from other guys tonight. Look at your hair and especially that dress.” He continues to scream while gesturing at the red, formfitting dress you were wearing. You feel fire fill your throat and your eyes begin to water.

“What I wear has nothing to do with impressing random men at a club and everything to do with wanting to look pretty to myself, dickhead. Also if there was any guy I wanted to impress it was you, but you’ve been acting like a jerk all night. You could’ve at least given me a compliment when I came downstairs, but no, you just made assumptions about my fucking hair.” You scoff, knowing your eyes have tears in them and doing your best to continue to look cool and also wipe your face. His look softens at the sight of you crying, realizing that he was being a dickhead. Not just for not believing in you, but also for not standing up for you.

“I’m sorry. I just feel like you dressed up because you wanted to impress Seokjin. I got jealous thinking you were trying to impress him.” Yoongi says, you appreciate him finally apologizing for his behavior, but you were still mad. You were mad that he even thought you would cheat on him, he was your whole world. You were also mad that he couldn’t communicate his insecurities to you. But somehow all of this melted away when he grabbed your arms and gave you a hug. You stood there, originally stiff but slowly melting into the hug. He adds “I really am sorry that I don’t always communicate with you, I will work on it.”

You smile, you pull him from you, he looks sad for a second. You lean in and kiss him. You can feel him smiling as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He grabs your bottom and grabs your *CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED*

You walk out of the bathroom, the line of people waiting scowling at the two of you, but you don’t care. The two of you walk back to the booth to see Yeona and Seokjin making out, like really going for it. The two of you decide to order another drink.

While you sip your drink you dance provocatively on Yoongi. Hoping that once you guys get home you can repeat what happened in the bathroom. Yoongi leans in and whispers into your ear “I just want to say you look fantastic. I especially love your hair.” You laugh while turning around to wrap your arms around him again. The two of you continue to dance with your foreheads touching.

I guess your hair did get ruined by the end of the night. Amongst other things.

[prettyboykatsuki]

Omg Fang I’m so tipsy rn, but I just want u to know that you’re so cool omg

Like I love your characterization and the way you analyze those little gay ass soccer bitches with ur writing, cuz those hoes live in my head rent free and honestly I think that hearing so many people’s ideas about character including urs has helped me also in being a better writer

Like I think that hearing about so many interpretations is so insightful and inspiring and I love people sm and all their creative little ideas, especially yours!!

And I’m so happy that ur alive and stuff don’t die (not menacing I swear :(()

ANWYAS im watching the secret lives of Mormon wives rn and it’s crazy, so much drama oml

Anyway, love you as much as a stranger, hope you have a good day <33

djkfsjfkd this is such a nice ask.... i will cry... also i hope u are taking good care of yourself as u drink my love...

im glad to hear u enjoy the mental illness roaming free on my mind. dskjfkj. i think about those soccer freaks more often than i particularly like too so it makes me happy to hear that u enjoy my many interperations. i feel like i talk so much and yet for Some reason people still follow m so it just means a lot. it makes me happy to know u feel my yapping has made u a better writer even in a tiny way thats so huge

SAKJJFSKD I WONT DIE i have to outlive a lot of people so trust ill be here. thats also crazy cause i was watching a vid abt mormons today lol

i love YOU stranger... thank you for your kindness towards me it is most beloved and means so much

[virtualhell]

I’m sorry but pop music is dead I don’t think you can have a major pop star anymore like with Britney everything is online and about streams and curating an online image charli isn’t trying to be the next pop girl (she’s trying to be an it girl but that’s another story) but even w her like stop faking being this party girl in 2008 it’s so corny there’s no formula that can stick in this era you can’t manufacture star power through the internet like this they’re really trying w Sabrina but it’s not working cause she just doesn’t have it at some point that scientology money is gonna run out lol I think the only real streams rn are for Billie and chapstick and I don’t think the industry likes that cause they’re not the archetypal pop stars I have more to say on this but I’m too tipsy

[hypersonic04]

OHMYGOD HI I NEED TO READ YOUR TAKE ON TEACHER ROSS AND READER AT A SCHOOL DANCE OR PROM. him being in awe of her in a dress, maybe they dance with the kids. i have this image of all the students leaving and its just them in the venue, maybe the DJ plays them one last song?

(a/n: I don’t know how bold you all think teacher!ross would be, but this is what I feel like would happen, and idk whether this is appropriate for the workplace, but this is a fic after all lol.)

I love this I love this I love this.

It’s prom!! And everyone’s so excited and dressed up!! It’s July, it’s really warm and it’s about 7pm and all the kids have got their beautiful dresses and suits on, and it’s just so lovely to see all of them all grown up and having a lovely time!! Obviously all of the teachers are invited, and you immediately knew what dress to wear when you first heard about it. I feel like it would maybe be navy, silky material, long and slinky, little cap sleeve with a v-neck (not too low, professional as ever).

When Ross sees you in it, his jaw drops. He has to take himself to the bar to get a beer, something, anything, because you are truly the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen. He’s wearing a suit (I’m thinking he looks like Brit Awards 2023) and he looks gorgeous himself, obviously. You feel exactly the same when you see him, tucking your loosely curled hair behind your ears as a method of distraction from your pounding heart as he approaches you. You say hello to each other and it’s a bit flirty and giggly because this is the first time you’ve ever seen each other properly dressed up.

The whole night, he can’t stop looking at you. You’re sat with a glass of champagne, maybe looking round the room and listening to everyone and just being present, and some other colleague is chewing his ear off about some new procedure they’re introducing at work. He finds his gaze drifting to you, swallowing heavily as his eyes inevitably rake up your figure and your hair and your lips, your legs crossed at the ankle and the tan skin of them exposed by the slit in your dress. Your eyes travel around the room and eventually fall on him, his gaze already fixed on you, and I feel like a wave of comfort and relief comes over both of you as you see each other. He raises his eyebrows at you and subtly, playfully rolls his eyes at the man essentially shouting in his ear, making you giggle into your champagne. You watch as he excuses himself and comes to sit with you instead, sat next to you at an angle so he’s facing you, asking you what you’re drinking and making small talk, a layer of tension hidden somewhere in every word that leaves your mouths.

The kids interrupt you and are like ‘stop flirting!! coke and dance!!’. I think it’s something like Don’t Stop Believing, and you sing and dance and laugh at the way the kids belt out every lyric, as do you and Ross, and it’s just so lovely.

Like you said yourself, it’s definitely just the two of them left after slightly tipsy, tired students have been ushered into parents’ cars and taxis. You’re trying to tidy the tables a bit, gathering random paper plates and mess that had been left, heels clicking on the floor. The DJ is still there, having been booked until 12, and he’s playing slower, more chill music as you tidy. When Ross walks in, he’s got quite a pace, looking left and right. He looks so tall and broad in his suit, hair still neatly pulled back, relaxing a little when he saw you - ‘I thought you’d left already’. You shake your head no, butterflies in your stomach as he makes his way to you. You kind of stand in silence together for a few seconds before he looks at the DJ, still playing music (a/n: I have the Bridget Jones soundtrack on my record player rn and Me And Mrs Jones is playing, and I feel like they’d dance to this. That’s the vibe.). He knows it’s now or never, because when is he going to get the chance to slow dance in an empty function room with his crush, who he truly believes could very well be the love of his life. He holds his hand out to you, cocking his head to the dance floor - ‘do you want to? last song of the night?’ You nod and take his hand gently, letting him lead you to the middle. You hold each other gently and it’s the first time you’ve ever really been this close, one hand on your waist and holding yours in his other. Swaying side to side slowly, you meet his eyes and they’re so big and dark and soft, and I think this is when you realise you’re in love. I think he knew it already, but from this point forward, it’s like it’s you or no one for him.

You stand on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek, your lips warm on his skin. Before you can fully pull away, he turns his head to you slightly, so your lips are centimetres apart, not even inches, and it doesn’t take long for him to close the minuscule gap. Your lips just fit together so seamlessly and perfectly and it’s heavenly, the song in the background and his hold on you and your long-awaited, much-anticipated first kiss. When he pulls away, you’re both basking in a glow of sorts, and I think when the song ends, he drives you home and kisses you goodnight at your doorstep, waiting for you until you get in the house. You both wake up the next morning in your respective beds, beaming, Ross reaching for his phone and there being a text from you already.

[nyxx-nth]

Toast being flirty. I have no clue how else to start this.

100% he has absolutely gotten Ghost flustered at some point. Like come on; that man definitely has some bite to him

I don’t know why but it’s SO HARD for me to imagine him like. Suavely flirting with Ghost. They’re both such dorks in love to me 😭😭😭

To me a situation like that would just have to be Toast like. Being a sweet adoring gentleman towards him and Ghost just gets flustered by it and becomes a feral cat about it. Toast better watch out he will get scratched !!! /j

I think his romancing powers mostly come from how sweet and genuine he is rather than him being flirty. I definitely think he would be good at flattering people though! The kind of guy whose compliments always feels genuine.

Like I imagine he does something to help Ghost out or gives him a super heartfelt compliment and the way he looks at him with such unabashed adoration in his eyes just sends Ghost reeling like Why !!! Are you looking at me like that !!! Stop it !!!

If Toast were to try and flirt with Ghost outright I think Ghost would default to being a dick and deflecting.

I think the only way I can see that suave flirting I mentioned previously happening is if Toast isn’t totally sober lmaooo. I could see him being flirtier when tipsy or drunk maybe?

Idk maybe I need to think about it more,,, I’m not really set in stone on him /not/ being flirtatious but that’s just sorta what comes to mind for me rn? Idk lol. I’ll have to give more thought to it.

[sugarsnappeases]

actually. whats your 1. favorite food 2. favorite drink (hot and cold) 3. favorite color

hiiiiii (assuming this is just you double checking w the knowledge you already have in ur (our) brain)

1. okay pretty much every single day when i’m home from uni i have a toastie with pesto, mozzarella and tomato so i reckon that’s probs pretty high on the list (i don’t have a toastie maker, or the money for mozzarella when i’m at uni lol so i have to stock up when i get home). my fave food for when i am at uni tho is probs the falafel wraps that you can get from the little kebab vans that come out at night they’re so fucking delicious and the main reason i ever go out clubbing is just to get one on the way home

2. aaa this is a good question bc i am not much of a hot drink enjoyer so i would probs just say like. tea. for a hot drink OH or maybe a chai latte i had one yesterday they’re such good vibes… for cold drinks i think depends on the vibe, like alcohol-wise i’ve recently become an avid red wine drinker (in fact i’m a tad red wine tipsy as i type this) but i’ve also recently been really craving like a nice crisp apple juice idk

3. my fave colour is either pink or red sorry to be indecisive!! but also if you could see me in person (once again lamenting the fact that we can’t hang out all the time) you would know that i own an absurd amount of pink shirts and like half my central accessories are red oh and i also have my precious darling hot pink gogo boots and also my hair tends to oscillate between like varying shades of brown and either red or pink mostly red…. i also quite like orange. i’m wearing an orange jumper rn

anyway that was a lot of rambling but love you!!