Can confirm, anon, Crow is an amazing fren to get a beer with. Or boozy apple pie slushies. Really, anything.
Bri I think about those apple pie wine slushies every day. I stare out the window wondering when they will return from war.
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🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️
(I’m sending it back because you’re amazing and I’m not sorry if we’re just getting a whole playlist from you at this point :’))
stoppp you’re making me cry and ugh fine if you insist (loves it)
pools - blue
fleurie - sirens
nikitch - when it all falls down
hooverphonic - mad about you
odesza - a moment apart
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Amethyst Haze sneak peek!
heres a small sneak peek! :3 its shinsou and reader at an amusement park, finding a prize stall!
900 words!
There’s a stall with Pro Hero plushies lined behind a shooting range game. You stop to look, and Shinsou follows your eyes. There’s a big Deku plushie front and center, with other various heroes around him. He’s not sure which one you’re currently sending your warmest heart eyes to, but he chances a question, “you want any of them?” he tries to ask smoothly, but cringes inwardly at how flirtatious it might’ve come off. You lick your lip subconsciously and nod before you catch yourself. You clear your throat, “it’s uh, it’s a bit embarrassing,” you laugh and pull a few strands of hair behind your ear. He looks at you with a huff of a laugh, “you can’t be saying that now, can you, Brainwave Number One Fan?” he teases and the way your head whips towards him in surprise, your eyes twinkling before you let out the lightest, most relaxed laugh he’s heard from you all day and scold him mockingly, “you promised not to bring that up!” lightly punching his shoulder. He holds back from reaching out for the spot, seeing if you left behind any warmth on him. He stares at you, a love struck smile on his face for a moment too long.
He smirks at you then, “then tell me which one you want and I’ll get it for you.”
He’s not sure where the certainty comes from. While he’s confident enough in his aim, this is a bow and arrow type of shooting; it’s not exactly his forte. You hum as you look back and forth a few times, a playful smile on your lips that you try to hide behind a hand. Then you look at him resolutely, “you win and I’ll tell you.”
He puffs up his chest before he nods, “alright.” in a brave act of flirting on purpose, he takes off his cap and puts it on your head.
He doesn’t win anything and the owner of the stall barks out laugh after laugh at Shinsou’s attempts; they don’t even seem to be meant as mocking, she seems like she’s genuinely just having fun. Which makes Shinsou even more embarrassed. In an attempt to soothe him, you pat his back, “don’t mind,” you say to cheer him up and he slumps further. You giggle, “it’s okay. I’m sure some obscure eBay seller will have it,” you argue and turn to walk away. Shinsou clenches his fist and gives the woman one last determined look and another 500 yen coin for another three tries. The stall owner, called Byakuya, as you learned through small talks as Shinsou failed attempt after attempt, nods approvingly at the challenger and his renewed vigor, handing him four arrows instead of the allotted three. You clap excitedly and cheer him on, “you can do it!” you say with excitement, as you try to discreetly lean against the counter of the stall, dispersing your weight and hoping your cheers doesn’t sound too performative. Before coming across this stall, you’d agreed to sit down and try the churros that went viral a few months back. It’d been a good time to sit down and rest before continuing to walk around.
You have a feeling Shinsou might feel embarrassed about failing so many attempts, but you find it endearing in and of itself. You’re not sure the compliment would make him happy though, so you keep quiet, secretly packing away this moment in your heart to look at later with a fond smile. You hold back with all your might from lifting your hands to the cap on your head and pull it down to see if his scent lingers on it. That’d be too much for sure.
He reaches the last arrow with no success, and inhales deeply. Then, he turns to you and pushes the arrow in his hand toward you. You pause your supportive clapping to stare at him, a confused “ah?” leaving you at his movements. He looks to the ground, the tell-tale signs of an almost pout on his features. With furrowed brows he reluctantly speaks up, “bless it for me. With a kiss.”
Another “ah?” leaves you before you process his words, staring blankly at him. He thrusts it towards you again, still refusing to look up from the ground and there’s a heavy red tint to his cheeks that you can’t help but focus on.
Then you slowly walk towards it, looking at him all the same. In the back of your mind you hear Byakuya click her tongue about the hygiene of kissing the arrow. Even when you don’t reply, you register it and reach out with your fingers, pulling the hand with the arrow towards you.
Shinsou finally looks up and is immediately mesmerized by you. The cap’s too far down on your head, so he can’t see your face, your hair a mess underneath. Your lashes flutter as you blink nervously a few times, focused on the hand as you tentatively lick your lips. There’s a burning sensation where you’re touching him, and it takes everything in him to not pull away as if burned. It’s too much, too hot, all at once. It’s unbearably uncomfortable, yet he’s frozen on the spot, hoping it never stops.
He holds his breath when your lips close in on the arrow, but he chokes on the held breath when you continue past the arrow and lightly peck his knuckles. You linger there for a moment longer than necessary and Shinsou fights back the cough wanting to spill out when your eyes catches his through your lashes; what kind of killer move was this?
He then pulls away abruptly and looks away. He grumbles out a strained thank you and doesn’t notice the grin on Byakuya’s face. In the back of his mind is a hope that he isn’t recognized here, right now, since he was stupid enough to take off the cap.
He puts the arrow into position on the bow and inhales slowly, focusing his aim. He keeps looking for a moment longer, hoping and praying to God; any God at this point – he promises not to be picky if he wins – and then releases.
i hope you enjoyed this scene from a current disabled!reader fic im building. let me know if you'd like to be a vibe reader (more information here) and have a lovely evening <3
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tagged by @jade-efflorescence to do some tag games!! tysm for the tag friend!! 🩵
1. Named after anyone?
no but my parents picked my name from a book of names so shout out to the other girlies with my name <3
2. Last time you cried?
i think it was on christmas if im not mistaken LMAO i was just mad as fuck about a grade i got back the night before and the shitty prof who was absolutely useless all sem for her rationale like she was not helpful at all ofc i was shooting in the dark with my final
3. Any kids?
no! maybe one day but def not now lol
4. Sports played/playing?
only ever really seriously did/do taekwondo all my life (basically, i mean i've been doing it for 17 years that's the majority of it anyway) but it's a bit of a sore subject rn
5. Do you use sarcasm?
fluently <3
6. First thing you notice about people?
eyes always, i know what i see, i can tell if i feel safe with someone based on their eyes otherwise my ass is NOT making eye contact with you
7. Eye color?
hazel!
8. Scary movies or happy endings?
(so much for my) happy ending!
9. Talents?
good at art! i'd also say painting my nails i guess lol but that took some WORK to get here lol
also random but i can crack my pelvis kinda on command ??
10. Where were you born?
usa :) midwest gang rise
11. Hobbies?
art, video games (pokémon my beloved), collecting pokemon cards, writing, reading (!! so excited to be able to say that seriously for the first time in ages)
12. Pets?
not anymore :( used to have a cat when i was younger but we usually get a fish almost every year for the haft seen around norooz and sometimes we keep it but most times we give it back to the pet store once new years is over lol
13. Height?
5' on a good day - just saw a video using the phrase "5 foot negative 3" and im absolutely stealing that
14. Favorite subject at school?
art!
15. Dream job?
creative director/art director at vogue
or like if i could just be a traditional artist and have that be a viable career i would
i think that's everything?? i probably forgot something i'll kick myself for later lol
tagging (no pressure!!) - @borntobewondering @flippinfins @mickeysjones @seancamerons @bl33ditout @21-roses-a-day @loveution @bethestars @cottoncandywhispers @jewelledmoths and anyone else who wants to!!
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