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Tipsy

Y/n x sturniolos

Summary: you are the sturniolos younger sister, they are very protective over you and one night you come home from a party thet they specifically told you not to go to, what will happen when they find you at the party a little tipsy? Are they mad?

Extras: In this you are 15 and your brothers are 20. You live in LA with them. Your best friends name is Lyla. Lyla’s older brother‘s name is Sam.

Warnings: being drunk? Underage drinking. Swearing/language. Arguing. And I think that’s it lmk if I forgot anything.

A/n: Re-blogs are appreciated!!! hiiii soooo this is my first ever story. I really hope you like it and leave requests💕 I also write stories on my phone, so I’m so sorry that I don’t have the word count!!

A/n: Not proof read!

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I had spent my whole day trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. You may ask, what’s happening tonight? Well I got invited to this party by the popular boys that all the girls drool over.

Luckily my friend also got invited, so I wouldn’t be all alone not knowing anyone and being hella awkward.

I have been to only been to a few party’s before this, so I’m kinda knew to this. My brothers have always let me go somewhere as long as they have my location and they know who’s hosting, and how old the people are going to be.

I just have one problem. I’m 15 and the host are 17. And I haven’t even even told them I was going yet.

In my mind that’s not really a big deal and it isn’t! But to my brothers it’s like the world would end. And you might just say I could lie, and well I could. But let me just say I am horrible at lying.

When I lie I start to stutter over my words, and it’s really obvious, especially when you have 3 older brothers that are five years older than you AND very protective.

I was sitting on my bathroom counter doing my make up and getting ready for the party, while listening to White Girl, by Shy Glizzy my new favourite song at the moment.

I had this beautiful black dress on that hugged my curves, perfectly in all the right areas. My hair was perfectly curled and my make up was just the way I wanted it.

As I hopped of the counter to spray some perfume on, my older brother Nick walked into the washroom.

“Hey y/n do you have a- WHOA sis you look awsome where are you going?!” I spun my body around to see Nick standing at the doorway with an empty tube of toothpaste, i’m assuming that’s what he wanted. “Oh I was just getting ready for this party that I was wondering if I could go to? But don’t worry I was already planning to go with Lyla, so I won’t be alone” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew Nick wouldn’t be the problem at all but Matt and Chris would. ”Well you know that I’m gonna say yes but Matt and Chris probably have a different answer” He said rolling his eyes.

Nick was probably the most supportive brother I had. And probably the least protective, which I didn’t mind.

“Ugh I knowww can you please just help me try to convince them if they don’t let me?” I asked ”of corse that’s what I’m here for!” Nick said giggling.

I walked down the stairs, Nick, following close behind. I had my converse in one hand (I know those aren’t dress-up shoes, but I wear them with EVERYTHING) and my phone, and the other.

Chris and Matt were sitting at the table eating supper, it was already about 7:30 pm, and Lyla was picking me up at 7:45 so I had to leave soon.

As soon as they both laid eyes on me, their conversation immediately stopped. Chris spoke up first by saying “where the hell are you going?” “So I was just wondering if I could go to this party? I’m going with Lyla so I won’t be alone! Please?” I say, almost repeating the exact same thing I said to Nick earlier.

Matt and Chris both looked at each other with an annoyed face, almost like they both knew the answer, without even thinking. “Who’s going and how old is the host?” Matt asked picking up some more food off his plate.

Oh shit well I’m actually fucked. Like I said, I am 15 and the host are 17.

So I decide that I am going to try and lie my way out of this.

“The h-host I-is” I was unexpectedly cut off by Matt saying “cut the shit y/n don’t try and lie and just tell us the truth.” I swallowed dryly, and started talking again “okay well the host is 17, a-and you might think that is bad.. and well it might be, but the people with only be 15 or 16!” This time I turned around to look at Nick while giving him “please back me up” eyes. “No” Chris said in annoyed voice. “What?! No Chris please! I have been waiting so long to go J-just please!” “Y/n we said no! Now go to your room before you get grounded!” Matt said raising his voice.

Tears prickled, my waterline, as I brushed past Nick and stomped back up the stairs to my room. I slammed shut and flopped on my bed to call Lyla I was mad, they never let me do anything.

(On call with Lyla)

“God they never let me do anything!”

“Well did you try and lie? I know you’re not the best at lying, but did you at least try?”

“Yes of course I tried! And you know how it goes I just stutter and fuck everything up”

“Wait have you ever snuck out?”

“Lyla you want me to sneak out?”

“I mean it’s worth a shot! And if you do my brother can still pick you up in 10”

“Fuck it, see you in 10”

(After call)

I have never snuck out before, and I knew it was risky. But my window was the top floor. I know that my sound bad, but there was a shed right underneath that, I could easily jump onto and onto the ground to get out.

And with that, I quickly tied my shoes, grabbed my phone and hopped onto the roof.

Let’s just say it wasn’t as easy as I expected, as soon as I got to my roof, I tripped and scraped my knee along the rough shingles. Then when I tried to jump down onto the shed, I realized the kitchen window was right next to it. And all my three brothers were still sitting at the table. I knew I would have to be extra quiet getting down. Luckily, this wasn’t in broad daylight but I still could have got caught easily.

After about 10 minutes, I finally got down, and walked down the street only a few blocks, so, my brothers wouldn’t see Sam’s car.

As the car pulled up, I hopped in the back with Lyla.

“Hey girl!!” She said pulling me into a warm hug. “Hiiii” I said, chuckling at her sudden hug “oh hey sam thanks for driving me” I say smiling at him as he turns around to look at me “no problem” he replies with a warm smile.

Luckily, the party wasn’t too far away, so it wasn’t that long of drive. It was fun tho me and Lyla gossiping about boys, and the best part was me telling her how I actually managed to get out of my house, and almost dying on my way down.

We slowly made our way up the long driveway, revealing the huge house in front of us. It was white with a bunch of huge palm trees in the front. There was blasting music lights, and a lot of people. I was definitely intimidated. this was probably the biggest party I have ever went to.

“You ready?” Lyla asked me, making me forget all about being scared “yeah let’s do it!” I said.

We said bye to Sam and started walking up to the house. We recognized a bunch of the people, because they were mostly all from our high school. But there were definitely a couple older people that I did not know.

As soon as I stepped in the house, the smell of weed and alcohol filled my system, giving me not needed anxiety. I was already worried about sneaking out, and on top of that the party was huge.

A couple of hours went by since I got to the party. me and Lyla have been taking shots left right and centre and living our lives. At this point, the alcohol had almost taken over me and I loved it. I wouldn’t wanna say I was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. “Heyyy Lyla I need to go take a piss I’ll be back” I said, chuckling at my choice of words, she just nodded to me and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through messages, while still walking, definitely not paying attention to anything in front of me.

Then all of a sudden it felt like I hit a brick wall. I quickly mumbled a “sorry”. Before I could walk three steps a rough hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. “What the f-!” I quickly shut myself up by looking up to see Matt glaring down at me. He didn’t even say a word before dragging me across the floor “Matt st-“ I tried to protest and pull back, but he only yelled at me and pulled me harder “shut the fuck up!!”

He was mad. Very mad.

How did he find me? Did I have my location on? Did they hear me talk to Lyla? Are Chris and Ni-

My thoughts were immediately cut off by Matt opening the door to the mini van and throwing me into the back. He locked the door and called someone.

A few minutes later, Chris and Nick come running out of the house looking so mad, this is probably the biggest trouble I have ever been in.

Chris opened the passenger door, and plopped himself in the seat while glaring holes thought my body. I felt the doors open again and now see Nick and Matt both get into the car.

I wasn’t really expecting Nick to be that mad, but boy was I wrong.

“What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?!!!” Nick said shouting at me, as I began to feel the car start to move. “We specifically told you not to go!! S-something could have happened!” Chris said adding on.

I didn’t say anything.

All I did was look at them with tears slowly streaming down my face. I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have gone.

But I did and I can’t go back now.

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A/n Okay so if you guys want I can make a part 2? If you want me to add anything to part 2 definitely let me know!

But if you don’t wanna part 2 I won’t bother with making it.

Send other requests please!! re-blogs are appreciated

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kanmom51 · 1 year

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I have things to say

I’ve been thinking for some time now to put this out, but now seems to be a most appropriate time if ever.

Blogging on Tumblr is not a profession, it’s a hobby.

Blogging is about wanting to share your passion with others and enjoying the little community that is built around that shared passion.

No money to be made here folks, well not by me nor any of the blogs I follow or am in touch with.

It’s time consuming and can most definitely be emotionally challenging.

I, for one, when I joined Tumblr late 2020, was unaware of the little community I would discover here. We gather here in this little space we have created, each to themselves, but also through interaction, together, and created this little bubble where we can share our thought and feelings and respect and support each other.

We don’t do this for money, nor fame, nor even appreciation.

But, and I can only speak for myself here, I am no spokesperson for anyone else, I do expect civility and respect and even kindness at the very least. Even when disagreeing.

Words are powerful things.

How you put those words to action is also so important.

You may not think you are disrespecting another or saying something hurtful. Perhaps, because you are saying it from your heart, or because you think that if you aren’t using derogative words, you think what you are saying isn’t hurting, disrespecting or even making another person feel uncomfortable or intimidated.

I don’t expect people to mince words. But I do expect them to be thoughtful of others as they would others be thoughtful of them.

Do not do to others what you do not want done to yourself.

I most definitely understand that when you have passionate feelings about an issue you can get carried away. I most definitely have at times. But, I try my best. And if I am out of line and it’s brought to my attention, I will take responsibility for my actions. I am not infallible. I am human.

We are all human.

Owning up to your mistakes is key. Being able to admit you are in the wrong is key. Being willing to listen to other’s opinions is key. Sometimes, who knows, you might even be convinced. I was.

We cannot grow as human beings and be better people, if we are not open to listen and hear other opinions than our own.

I’ve said this in the past, I came from a more conservative background. My life beliefs now as an adult have changed immensely from what they were even in my 20s. And they are still changing, I can tell you that! But, if I wasn’t open to hearing others, weighing their words, without being dismissive, I would have never become the person that I am today.

I am sharing this with you, probably unnecessarily, because I feel that the world would be a much better place, this space of ours will be a much better place, if only we could be open to listening to others without dismissing them. This, I will say once again, being within the limits of respect and civility towards each other, and towards the people we are actually writing about.

You all know JK and JM are my faves, no secret there.

What is it that young intelligent man had to say about what people should have?

Respect

Understanding

Consideration

Three words that are really not that hard to follow.

And in order to be clear and not too vague:

Hating, calling names, disrespect as a whole (these are thing I’ve seen happen and will not accept: mocking one’s gender, looks, weight, colour of skin, religion, ethnicity etc.) and aggressive behavior/writing is unacceptable.

Criticism, calling out perceived bad or problematic behavior is, on the other hand, acceptable.

**Just a thought: If the person you want to call out is within this community, try reaching out to them via DM’s before you post it in public. At times this could be perceived as shaming them and the road from there is definitely downhill. DM’s are a great space to speak openly, privately, without being held to public judgement. Once again, it’s about putting yourself in their shoes.**

This is where the respectful discussion comes into place. Because there will be those who feel differently than yourself, and that’s fine, that’s ok. We need to know how to listen, think it over and sometimes accept the other’s opinion or sometimes not, but at the very least weigh it through and not dismiss them, nor their arguments off hand.

I am far from perfect and I know that I at times have sinned. If someone out there is reading these lines and thinking they were wronged by me, I do apologize. Could have been a bad day, could have been a bad mood, could have been too many annoying anons, could have been just me being an idiot. Like I said, I am far from perfect. Human, just like JK and JM and Tae and Hobi and Suga and RM and Jin are. HUMAN (psst… you see where I’m going there right? I’ll leave the math up to you this time).

Yah – it doesn’t mean you haters that show up in my blog once in a while. You deserved every word of it.

I know I’m babbling here, but I guess I need to get all of this off my chest.

So, where was I?

Ah, yes, our community.

Like I said, it’s built on our little individual personal spaces. This is supposed to be a place where we find a form of joy or contentment, because otherwise, why did we start it all?

And as such, we each have the right to curate our space, build it to our own liking, share what we feel the need to share.

If we want anons on and have the time and patience to answer the onslaught of asks that land in our inbox then great (I can tell you that having my anons on for less than 24 hours leaves me with hundreds of asks in my inbox, including some very nasty shit, as people love to hide behind the screen of anonymity). If we feel that it’s just too much for us and we would rather spend the little spare time that we have doing our blogging on creating content, then so be it.

If we decide to follow blogs we think might be interesting to us or unfollow blogs we feel bring us no pleasure or even cause us displeasure, so be it. I can tell you that I too unfollow blogs, I am sure each and every one of us does.

Personal space, personal decision.

Going to a blogger and calling them out for writing a post about a and not b, well dah, it’s their blog. You feel you need something to be written about b, go write it yourself in your own space.

Calling out a blogger for something they wrote, if you feel is problematic, not in their DMs, but publicly, is A-OK, as long as you are ready for a clap back as to why they or others feel that it is ok and are ready to have that discussion about why maybe, you yourself are wrong. Saying what you think or believe in is grand, but you need to accept the fact that others may think/feel differently than you and will tell you so. Be ready to have a respectful discussion.

Your blog, your beliefs. 100%.

Be respectful towards others beliefs too. Agree to disagree but don’t belittle them or call them names. I can tell you that nothing boils my blood (well almost nothing) more the loose use of the term delulu among ourselves. This is a term that is used widely to describe each and every one of us Jikook supporters, because we are considered out of our minds to believe that JM and JK may be queer and in a romantic relationship with each other. So turning this on another Jikook blogger is just not right in my opinion. It absolutely infuriates me as to how easily it’s thrown at others here, within our Jikook community.

I’m not sure that I’ve said everything I wanted to. You know, I’m not getting any younger, have been writing so much that by now I think I might have forgotten some points I wanted to make. But what can you do? C’est la vie.

I will end by saying that I, for one, consider myself as a JM/JK (Jikook is so much easier to type out) supporter. I believe these two, beautiful both in and out, young men are a long-term couple. I am not a shipper and do not hold shares in the shipping company. If one day they turn around and tell us “hey fuckers, fooled you, it was all fanservice and we ain’t no couple”, or if it turns out that they are no longer together (because let’s be real here for a second, that first scenario is never happening), then so be it. All I want is for them to be happy (not that I don’t want the others to be happy, but I have a very special place in my heart for those two. Maybe because JK reminds me of myself, maybe because they remind me of my daughters, idk the psychological reasons for it, it just is what it is).

I also love ALL of the other members. Be it not the same level as JM and JK (like I said, special place in heart), nor same way as each other. Each and every one of them is different, special in their own way and I love them for it, differently and specially.

All 7 are loved. None are beyond reproach.

Loving someone, in my books, is also being able to call them out when you think they are misbehaving or doing wrong.

I did/do that with my daughters and I will continue to do that here. And that includes you guys too.

And one more thing:

Thank you for being here.

Thank you for reading my content.

Thank you for reaching this far and reading this long winded post.

Thank you for all the love and appreciation you give me.

Love y’all.

#my blog #my space #Let's cherish this little community of ours

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thegetoufather · 2 years

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SUMMERTIME SWEETNESS • ICHIGO KUROSAKI

ichigo kurosaki x f!reader

warnings: smut, 18+/minors and ageless blogs DNI, AGED UP ICHIGO (20+), modern au, established relationship, tooth rotting fluff, car sex, cream pie, minor exhibitionist vibes (?)

w/c: 2.4k

a/n: finally fucked around and wrote for my new baby. this is my submission to @134340am SUNDRESS SZN collab! be sure to check out the rest of the lovely fics here! also i know ichigos birthday was the 15th of july. yes this is late bc his birthday is everyday to me. none of the characterization in this fic would be possible without the lovely @karikarasuno who lets me scream about bleach in the dms on the daily

It’s hard to say when exactly when the sky shifts to sunset — it felt like mere minutes ago that it was was blue with soft white clouds swirled in, and now, as sun begins to dip in the horizons, the edges of the clouds glow amber, the day slowly fading away as the end credits of Howl’s Moving Castle play on the laptop in front of you. Ichigo’s head rests on your lap, smiling softly as your nails softly rake against his scalp as you watch the sky change in front of you.

“It matches your dress,” he murmurs, playing with the hem.

“What does?”

He turns to face you, pinching a bit of the fabric off your thighs before tilting his head slightly back to the horizon. “It's the same pretty mango color.”

“Really? I think it matches your hair more.”

You can feel Ichigo still beneath your hand, a tell tale sign that his pleasant mood is starting to sour. “Oh, don’t ruin the moment,” he grumbles.

“What? It does.”

He sits up now, scowl plastered on his features. It just makes you giggle as you smooth out his hair, but it does nothing to settle the expression that seems to be his default.

“You shouldn't have gotten up, you're just blending in with the sky now,” you tease.

“Shut up. I can’t even compliment you without you teasing.”

“Why would I? You’re my cute little tangerine.”

“God, somehow that's worse than being called a delinquent because of my hair.”

“I got more nicknames if you like.” Your grin widens as your boyfriend's displeasure sets deeper into his features, sticking your tongue out tease him further.

“Don’t.”

You stick your hand back into the picnic basket, fishing out a chocolate covered strawberry and holding it out with expectant eyes. “Peace offering?”

“Only if you feed me,” the scowl leaves his face, lips turning ever so slightly in a smirk that makes your stomach flip because it's reserved only for you. You put the fruit in his mouth, wiping the juice that spills down his chin when he takes a bite. It’s adorable how he focuses on the flavors melting on his tongue, brow unfurrowing as he indulges in his favorite dessert. Ichigo pulls you into a kiss after he swallows, smiling against you when you let out a surprised gasp. It’s sweet and slow, the bitter taste of dark chocolate sneaking in as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

“Easy there, tiger.” You say when you pull back.

“I thought we were quitting it with the orange jokes.”

“We are, doesn’t mean you weren’t being bold in public.”

“There’s barely anyone here. And I can’t help it when you look this pretty.” He takes a moment to run his hand over the length of your dress, fingers trailing from the hem sitting on your knee, smoothing up the corset top to fiddle with the bow sitting atop the thick straps. “When did you get this?”

“I bought it for Yoruichi’s bridal shower, but I thought I’d debut it for the birthday boy's picnic.”

“Well, he thanks you for it.” His hand returns to the resting spot had claimed during your movie, the soft skin of your thigh that the slit of your dress gives him access to. He gives the muscle a soft squeeze, leaning in for another kiss before your hand pushes against the dip of his pecs.

“What has gotten into you?”

“What? A guy can’t kiss his girlfriend?”

“Well, not my guy because he usually isn’t into PDA.”

“You know what they say, new year, new me.”

“Oh, shut up.” You roll your eyes at him while he makes a move to kiss your cheek, faux annoyance turning into laughter when his hair starts to tickle you.

“You can kiss me more when we go back home,” you offer as he starts to peck at your jaw.

“Mmm, yeah, trading barely there PDA into kissing in front of my surprise party?”

“What?”

Ichigo pulls back to face you, knowing look in his brown eyes as you try to play innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scoff, “There’s no surprise party.”

“Right, so Renji asking me how long our picnic was supposed to last didn't mean anything, and Uryu yelling at him about subtlety was in reference to nothing in particular.”

You freeze, Ichigo quirking a brow as he waits for you to confess. “Oh, I’m gonna kill him.”

“You would think the fact that he’s failed to keep my birthday party a secret every year since college would be a sign that you shouldn’t have asked him.”

“Yeah, but you know he wants to do something for you and never understands that you hate parties.”

“So ambushing me is better?”

“Well, it never ends up being an ambush does it?” He laughs at the pout that sits on your face, taking your cheeks in his hands so you face him.

“You know what my favorite part of my birthday is every year?”

“What?”

“The date that gets me out of the house while Renji makes a mess of our apartment.”

“Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“I’m serious. Last year, when we took edibles and went to the aquarium — I had so much fun. How else do you think I didn’t yell when Ikkaku smashed a cupcake in my face?”

“The edible.”

“Let me love you, woman,” he huffs. You giggle and pull out another strawberry to placate him even though you know you don’t need it.

You don’t have to let Ichigo tell you how much he loves you because he’s constantly showing it with his actions, always buying the light roast Nespresso pods though he prefers his coffee dark and bitter, putting up with all your teasing and poking and you kick him sometimes when you're asleep. He’s been showing you since that first date — that warm feeling you got at the end of the night when he kissed you just growing with every day you’ve been with him. It makes you feel grounded, secure, content in the silence that sits between you as you feed him strawberries at sunset. Your response to his complaining is simply the same smile that stretches your lips every time you see time, telling him to be quiet as you set another strawberry on his tongue.

“When are they expecting us?” He asks.

“In about half an hour.”

“Mmm, we better get home then, I’m going to need all that extra time to practice my surprised face.”

You roll your eyes at him as you start to put the food away, Ichigo promptly offering you his hand to help you stand up so he can fold away the blanket. He doesn’t let go of you, lacing your fingers with his as he holds the folded fabric with his free arm. You walk in the park hand in hand, passing by some new parents with a stroller taking a breath of fresh air and an old couple feeding the ducks by the pond — and you find yourself making a birthday wish on his day — that you get to experience those seasons of life with him too. He kisses the back of your hand when you get to the car, letting you go to pop open the trunk and put the blanket away.

“I can take the basket too,” he offers.

“No worries, I got this.” You walk in front of him, bending over at the waist to set the basket away. The breeze starts to get stronger, lifting up the fabric of your skirt till you feel Ichigo’s strong hands yank it back into place.

“Careful!” You exclaim when you stand back up. “You’re going to tear my dress.”

“What the fuck was that?” He hisses.

“What was what, other than you nearly ripping my sundress because of the wind.”

“You’re really going to play this game?”

“What game, Ichigo, we have to go home.”

He’s exasperated, but still rounds to the passenger side to open your door for you. You close the door and wait for him to enter, watching him carefully as the driver's side shuts with a slam.

“What if someone saw?” He’s staring through the windshield as he asks the question, white knuckled grip on the steering wheel as the car comes to life.

“I think they would tell you you owed me a new dress.”

“God, fuck, why do I even —.” The rest of his complaints dissolve into mutters, continuing under his breath as he rests his arm behind your seat headrest as he reverses. He stops eventually, letting Mac Miller fill the car instead as you head over to your apartment building. You two don’t speak a single word till you pull into the parking garage of your apartment, Ichigo’s jaw clenched as he puts the car in park.

“Alright, so Renji just texted asking if we are on our way so I figured we could scare him by just showing up at the door now.” You make a move to reach for the door handle only to be met by the sharp click of the door lock.

“Everything okay?” You look over at him waiting for an explanation, only to have him coolly turn his head towards you.

“Are you done playing dumb?”

“Playing dumb about what, Ichi?”

“Oh, you aren’t done. You know what, get over here.”

“No. Are you kidding, we have a party to get to.” You unlock the door only for him to press the lock button again, smirk playing upon his lips at your indignation.

“I think you’re forgetting something here,” he says, authority creeping into his tone.

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m the birthday boy, so I get what I want.” He leans closer, hand coming down to unbuckle your seatbelt. “So, get over here, now.”

The authority in his tone gives you goosebumps, obeying him wordlessly as you hop over the console. He pushes the seat back to accomodate you, pulling your hips closer to him and leaning you back against the wheel. He holds eye contact with you as he raises your skirt, hot brown gaze making you feel like you're on fire while he exposes your core.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, fingers running through the lace waistband. “Why’d you work so hard to hide these from me baby?” His fingertips glide across, pressing into the bareskin of your mound exposed by the crotchless black lace panties.

“Wanted something on your birthday to be a surprise,” you breathe, keening into his touch as he dips closer to your folds.

“Mmm, too bad the wind gave you away.” Ichigo leans forward to kiss your jaw, your breath catching in your lungs as he moves down the column of your neck.

“You should have waited to see the rest of it.”

“The rest of it?”

“This came with a pair of thigh highs.”

“Fuuuuccckk.” It’s low and guttural, vibrating against the skin of your neck and making your eyes shut. The sound of metal clinking causes them to flutter open, you finding Ichigo fumbling with his belt as he pushes his jeans and boxers down.

“Ichigo, wait, the party —”

“Renji still thinks we’re on the way right? We got time baby, I’ll make time.” He raises you up on your knees, two fingers parting your folds easily to play with the slick that gathered between them. The contact makes you heady, your hands lacing in his hair to steady yourself as he continues rubbing circles around your entrance. And then he kisses you, sloppy and desperate, tongue pushing into your mouth as he presses his fingers into your dripping hole. He’s scissoring them lazily, breathing heavy while his forehead rests against yours as you rock into the motion.

“Don’t even have to work hard to stretch you out, huh? How long have you been waiting for me, baby?”

“All, all day, Ichi, wanted you so bad,” you whine.

“I’m here now, be good for me, yeah?” He slips out his fingers, weeping tip positioned at your entrance in replacement. You take the initiative to sink down, a strangled moan leaving the both of you when he starts to stretch you out. It burns more than usual because you are less prepped, but it’s delicious, Ichigo’s thumb rolling against your clit softly to soothe you on your way down.

“Easy, easy, baby,” he croons, “Don’t hurt yourself, ‘m not going anywhere.”

The praise makes you whimper, helps you push yourself till you’re finally flush with his hips. He finds your face again while he waits for you to adjust, kissing you softly while his hands find their way to the underside of your thighs.

“Ready to move?” He asks against your lips.

You nod as you rise up on shaky knees, leaving only the tip inside you before you slide back down his length again. He helps you set the pace, strong arms supporting you as you bounce in his lap.

“Feel so fucking good, so good for me. Youre the best gift I’ve ever gotten, fuck.” The praises keep falling off his tongue, seeping into your skin and making you moan and pulse around him. He takes that as an opportunity to press on your clit again, circles getting more firm as you arch into his chest.

“Not gonna last long if you keep gripping me like that, baby, need ya to cum for me, kay? Be good and cum for me.”

“Wanna be good, wanna be good.” You’re slurring the words as your nails dig into his shoulders, shattering around him when he bites your earlobe playfully. He fucks you through it, catching sight of the creamy ring you’ve left on his cock when he looks at where your bodies are joined. Ichigo spills in you with a groan of your name, making you whimper as he fills you up.

He falls on your shoulder as you both catch your breaths, kissing the junction between your shoulder and collarbone as he pulls out. You’re on cloud nine, head fuzzy as you come down, brought back to reality when you start to feel the cum trickle down.

“I-Ichi—”

“Shhhhhhh,” Ichigo whispers against your temple, fingers finding their way back to your spent core. He smiles when you gasp when he slips himself back in, fingering his cum back in you with his arm holding you close to your waist.

“Gonna need you to keep all this in for me, okay? We have a party to get to.”

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Chapter Twenty

nessian | E | marriage of convenience, first hybern war AU, angst, whump, emotional slow burn

War brings them together, a bond binds them - but is that enough for two broken people to find love with each other?

Thank you @popjunkie42-blog and @wilde-knight for your beta reading and handholding. <3

For my darling @asnowfern!

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The evening becomes sitting around the dining room table, everyone’s hands busy either knitting, holding the baby when she wakes up, or playing cards. Mor doesn’t stay very late, needing to return to “the city” — which Nesta now knows to be Velaris.

What a loss, to not have her nose high in the air and snide, backhanded remarks.

Or the slightly shitty way Cassian talks about their mutual acquaintances as they catch up. Like he’s in on the joke and the joke is at everyone else’s expense. It’s a crueler, colder side of the male than she’s grown accustomed to and there’s only one added influence.

Elain has been kicking Nesta’s foot under the table regularly when her hackles rise at the female’s irritating ways, at the way her and Cassian roar with laughter and casually touch …

Yeah, Nesta really doesn’t fucking like Mor.

“Tita Koa is craving her pickled cabbage,” Mor says, nose scrunched in obvious distaste. “Can you get the jar for me, Cass? I’ll take it back with me and see if she cries at the sight or tries to rip my head off to get at it.”

“How is she getting along?” Tita Noonya asks, kissing two of her fingers and sending them up skyward. “I pray the baby is growing well?”

“Oh, just crazy mood swings, non-stop eating and then non-stop throwing up. Not that anyone would know looking at her, she holds it together so well. But she may lose her mind if Owain keeps her on the no-flying restriction.”

Tita Noonya clucks her tongue and lifts her nose in the air. “That male has no clue.”

“Careful,” Cassian warns, patting the baby’s bottom. He’s been holding her while coaching Elain through an Illyrian card game.

“What? Like he’ll hear me all the way over here? He’d rather we waste away into nothing unless it's time to bleed our young people dry or produce an heir. Those High Fae have never deserved Illyrian strength in their blood lines. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, but those children will be the strongest in history all thanks to Koa. The Night Court will be the mightiest all thanks to the people they treat like pig shit.”

Cassian passes the baby to Elain. “I don’t disagree with most of that … but it’s important we don’t breed dissent. Koa and Owain’s mating bond have given us an opportunity —”

Tita Noonya erupts in a flurry of Illyrian and Nesta can feel the tides of an old current of hard feelings, an old argument. Cassian bears it all without flinching. A glimpse of the illustrious Morrigan shows through as Mor also gracefully hears out Tita Noonya. Once Tita Noonya collapses back into her chair with a puff of red cheeks, Mor comes to her side to touch her shoulder.

“I know you worry about your sister. It isn’t the Illyrian way, but Koa is safe. The High Lord would never do anything to harm his mate or his baby. As for the rest …” She shoots Cassian a look and Nesta feels more than sees his apprehension. “It will take time. No one was untouched by this war, but what has happened for the humans is promising.”

“Bah. Locked behind a wall. Real promising. We already have our icy tundra of a prison.”

Mor squeezes Tita Noonya’s shoulder and steps back. “I’ll let Koa know you’re thinking of her. She’ll come back to visit as soon as she can.”

Tita Noonya nods and returns to her knitting. There’s enough tension in her brow to know nothing Mor has said has truly resolved her grievances.

“I’ll go dig up the jar,” Cassian says, not letting the silence settle for long. He shoots Nesta a look and gestures towards Tita Noonya, but Nesta pointedly ignores him.

Unspoken communication isn’t for males who run off to get drunk with their friends and come back and act like a stranger.

If Cassian notices, he doesn’t react. Instead, he follows Mor to the back of the house.

Nesta is endlessly intrigued as to what they’ll discuss back there, what their opinion is of Tita Noonya’s viewpoint.

It sounds exactly like the radical sentiments made before humans and fae became divided between Loyalists and Abolitionists — but then, humans have numbers on their side and Illyrians long lives and low birth numbers. A rebellion would surely end swiftly and badly and those left would have to bear the consequences for centuries, the only reasonable explanation to staying their hands this far.

At least, from what Nesta has gathered in the sparse time she’s lived in Windhaven.

Gods, she hasn’t even seen Illyria outside of this town.

As if reading her mind, Tita Noonya peers up at her. “You have a big event coming up. You can’t fuck it up.”

Nesta rolls her eyes. “Inspired.” As if she needs anymore fuel to her anxiety.

“I will have your robes altered by then,” Tita Noonya says, jabbing her knitting needle towards her. “Don’t gain any more weight until then, got it?”

“You’re never satisfied. First, I was too skinny, now —”

“— I thought you would gain weight like a female! Not like a milking cow!”

“Pardon?”

Elain is badly covering her laughter when Cassian saunters back into the room. Nesta throws her hands up.

“Defend my honor!”

“What’s to defend? I like where you gain your weight.”

“Pogi!”

There are tears welling in Elain’s eyes. It’s a toss-up who looks more offended, Tita Noonya or Nesta, while Cassian rustles his wings and grins toothily. All male pride.

It would be disgusting, if it didn’t ignite that spark of desire that remains running between them, only lying dormant when they’re not touching or tasting or fucking it into a whipped-up frenzy. It reminds her where they left off before coming downstairs, before having to bear Mor’s company. That spark alights the bond, it purrs and urges Nesta to show off just what Cassian finds attractive about her.

To take him back up to bed and pick right back up where she’d left him panting and wanting.

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Case Closed: Chapter One | Sehun

Genre: slow-burn romance, angst, mystery/crime

Summary: As the only person willing to take on this wild goose chase of a 10-month ongoing missing persons case, you have your head in your hands trying to figure out why 20 girls and counting have suddenly disappeared. You can't give up now that another girl has just joined that number. Good thing that your persistent crime reporter friend Oh Sehun won't let you quit either.

Word Count: 6.4k

T/W: minor violence, kidnapping, crime, uhhh not edited i'm sorry

A/N: I'M SOOOOO SORRY!!!!!! I've been on hiatus for 3 years LOLOLOLOL then i found this in my vault since may 4th, 2020 and i felt so bad that i wrote literally 3.5k words to finish this first chapter so i can just get it out. i have the whole thing fleshed out.......... i'm so sorry 🙈 also i don't really use this blog anymore but i figured i will just to get out everything again HAHAHA i do not expect this to get any traction at all but if you enjoy it then 🥺❤️

It started like any other day, which was a real cliché to put it. You walk into the station with your usual heavy eyelids and even heavier shoulders. Sleep was something you’d given up when you first started working as a detective, but the word was definitely out of your dictionary when you picked up the case. Most of your colleagues wouldn’t pick up the case. Mainly because they knew you’d be the first one to take it. However, after ten months you still haven’t found any new leads. Six months of chasing after ghosts and you always returned emptyhanded.

This morning, you had something into your hands. Flung into them, rather. A coffee and a file, courtesy of Jongin. Normally there’d be a smile gracing his face and a joke soon to follow to lighten up your mood. Instead there was a frown as he motioned down at the file in your hands.

“That’s number 21.”

You’re grim and you know it’s very apparent. How could you not be with the numbers stacked this high? You mumble a thanks and allow Jongin to linger a bit. He wants to say something, and you know it, but you also know he’s conflicted about whether or not he should continue bothering you.

“Jongin, I’m not dropping the case.”

He purses his lips and takes a tactical sip of his own coffee. After a moment to find the right words he sighs. “I know. I wouldn’t dream of trying to rip you away from that.”

A dry chuckle leaves you and you shake your head almost dotingly at your junior. “Of course.” You point a pen towards the office everyone knew too well after getting chewed out at least thrice. “But that doesn’t mean she won’t. She’s been on my ass for a while.” You’ve joked with your peers about the Boa Constrictor keeping you in her hold until you concede, but you’d never been on the receiving end of it until now. Except you definitely weren’t about to let go of this case.

There’s a moment of silence while he tries to come up with something else to say and you busy yourself with the new file. You curse when you look at the girl’s photo and information. “She’s only 15.” Jongin hums and scans over the information with you. He takes her photo out from beneath the paperclip and holds it up to the board where there were faces of 20 other girls on them.

“She doesn’t look like any of the others.”

“Not at all. She’s got some similar features to some, but… there isn’t a type.”

“If they even are getting kidnapped.” You scoff at that before taking the photo and thumbtacking it to the board. “Not that I’m saying you’re on a wild goose chase or anything, but…” He takes another sip of his coffee. You know the mug is empty. “21 girls who don’t have any connection to each other besides living in the same city… It’s really difficult to determine if they’re all being kidnapped or just-”

“Runaways, I know.”

“Look, they’re all around the ages too. Teen angst, wanting to start fresh in another city, eloping with a secret lover.” He sighs wistfully and moves to take another sip until he remembers his empty cup. “21 girls. No relation. Some of them did sports, but it’s a range. Some of them are in the same school district, but they have different schedules. Two of them lived in the same neighborhood, but that’s in a whole block of apartments.”

Your eyes linger at the girl’s face a couple seconds longer. You’ve heard it too many times by all the others to know that Jongin is implying they could be all coincidences. People runaway all the time, it’s true. You’ve definitely closed those sorts of cases and convinced a couple of them to work it out and return home. You just wish you had some concrete proof that this was different.

Jongin turns away, about to leave and continue his own work after getting more coffee. “I’ll get out of your hair now, but I’m just worried about you. You’re losing a lot of sleep for someone who looks like they’re chasing their own tail. Take care of yourself.” He’s off before you can bark a word at him, and you roll your eyes to yourself.

You take a sip of the coffee he’d given to you moments prior, but it had gotten cold since then. It was still a bit of a kickstart to your day anyhow. You had the cases of 21 missing girls all over the city resting on your shoulders. It was a miracle you got any sleep at all. You tried your hand at anything. Possible gang relations or involvements or some group or organization, and yet you found no link. Like you said earlier, there didn’t seem to be a type that was targeted as the girls were mainly different appearance wise. You’d even thought to consider some underground sex ring, but the information you’ve collected about some of them didn’t fit the bill.

There were a couple girls who were taken in their own homes. They had been the ones living alone, except one who was taken while her three roommates were all home. They had chalked it up to her not feeling well and when they decided to check up on her, she was gone. It just didn’t sit right with you that they had done everything according to their routine and yet they supposedly just ran away. Most didn’t seem to have any motive at all to do so according to their friends and family. Even though you knew everybody’s got secrets and skeletons to hide you knew that was the truth. It was a gut feeling, but it wasn’t enough.

A buzzing noise came from your pocket and you whip your phone out to see what notification it was this time. A random message from one of your friends on social media popped up. You wanted to swipe it away, but you decided against it and opened it up. It was a friend from college who had found some old photo of the two of you at some party, dressed up with a lot of skin showing but even more teeth on display. Back then the lack of sleep you had was because of the constant studying and partying, or rather taking some free booze and dipping when you got bored. It was still fun to socialize and watch everyone stumble dumbly, though. You responded back quickly by telling her to forward it to you. Before you pocketed your phone, you retyped your passcode to unlock the phone again and went into your contacts. Thinking about college reminded you of somebody.

The moment you stepped out you heard a familiar “Hello?”

“Hi, Mrs. Kim. Just checking in like I always do.” You could almost hear the smile in the woman’s face. Tension immediately left your shoulders the moment you heard her coo your name softly. It was like it was never there at all.

“I haven’t heard from you in a while. I was just beginning to think you’d never call.” She laughs easily at her tease. She knew you would call. You always did. “I was just thinking about you actually. I heard there was another one…”

A sigh leaves your lips and you pinch the bridge of your nose before you answer. “Yeah, it’s been a rough couple of months hasn’t it?” She hums in response and you can hear her shuffling papers around, most likely sorting through the mail you know she never opens and gets to once a month at least. She pauses and you can hear her set the large pile down.

“Of course. Five months without my baby? She’s supposed to be starting school in a couple months. She was so excited when she got accepted. They have the best music program in the state, you know.” You knew all too well that her daughter was to be going to school at the best music school in the state. You listened to some of her recordings before after her mother had shown you. You like to think that it was just because of a mother’s pride, but you think it was to hear her daughter’s voice again as she talks through the piece and giggles at a small slip up in one of them.

It almost pained you that you couldn’t find her with what you had now. You were still as clueless as you were when she had gone missing five months ago.

“I’ll find her soon. I know I will. The next time you won’t get to see her is when you have to move her into the dorms. I promise you.” It was an unsure promise, to convince the both of you that you’d get it done. And soon. The shift from a lighthearted conversation had gotten grim fast. Those conversations had typically over the lunches you had with Mrs. Kim. She was the first case of this bunch and also the most optimistic of the friends and family. You felt that you had to keep her updated and in turn she continued to put her trust in you.

“I know. She’s counting on you; I just know it. She knows you’ll get it done somehow.” The words strike you in your core. That’s right, there’s a lot of people counting on you right now. One more family just got added to the list this morning. You try not to think about the handful of others that decided to have you stop looking after they’ve given up that their daughters would come back. It pained you to have them retract their hope enough to have you close their cases, but you wouldn’t stop even if they asked you. You didn’t want to have to leave them in the dark while their daughters were missing. Lord knows you were considering a murderer, but no bodies had turned up to your relief. You just hoped you didn’t have to continue praying for it not to happen.

The call ended quickly, and you spent the next couple of hours going over your information and collecting information from the family of the newest missing girl. She was hanging out with friends when she was all of a sudden separated from the group at the mall. It was a busy place, but camera footage and eyewitnesses last saw her roaming in a store before her trail goes cold. This was frustrating. Rumors had spread about the girl going missing already, but since she was a teen most people assumed that she just ran away. She was pretty social according to her friends, and they just chalked it up to her personality and hanging with the wrong crowd. You decided to ponder over it on your lunch break, calling up your regular lunch partner to meet you at some café a couple blocks away.

Sehun doesn’t have to wave you over for you to sit down at the table you know he’s already at. It’s almost a ritual, to eat at this café every other week and sitting at the same table, nonetheless. He smiles warmly at you and pushes a plate towards you. “I already ordered for you. And don’t worry, I paid for it as a thank you for last time.” You mumble your thanks with a mouthful of food, briefly remembering the time you covered for his ride home after one drink too many.

“You’re godsent, you know that?” His smile turns into a smirk at that and you roll your eyes when you see you’ve stoked his ego. “Before you say ‘I know’, take out that notepad.” His smirk drops and a look of concentration comes onto his face.

“You know, sometimes I like to think you keep eating lunch with me because you like me or that we’re friends or something. But I also tend to think you only keep me around for my work.” He’s teasing you again and you tap the top of his notepad.

“You’re very much aware how much I like having you around. And I’m very much aware about how much you love to collect the information. Sometimes I think you only come back to hang out with me is because I’m not as tightlipped as some of my peers and give you things you can actually report on.” Sehun chuckles at that and the crinkle around his eye is back with that childlike glimmer in the eyes. He looks a lot more at ease than his funky smirk and that impish gleam instead.

He uncaps his pen with his mouth, his other hand busy flipping to a brand-new page and holding a worn notepad with too many torn papers taken from it. He keeps the cap in his mouth and hums for you to signal he’s ready.

“She’s 15.” His eyebrows furrow and a lisped curse slips out of him as he jots it down. He shakes his head sadly at that. “Last seen at the mall with her friends. Eyewitnesses say that she was roaming one of the stores alone before she disappeared. Camera footage doesn’t pick her up leaving the mall, but it’s been picked clean.”

“Has her friends or family said anything about behavior? Being more secretive or distant lately?” Sehun’s habit of keeping the pen cap in his mouth makes his words very mumbled and hard to understand. However, being around him and working with him so often has gotten you used to his silly sounded sentences. You still reach over to pluck it from his lips and snicker that his playfully annoyed glare.

“You don’t think I’ve asked? No, parents and friends claim that nothing was up. They let me in her room and let me search to find any hidden notes. Even let me look through her diary and it was just about some kid drama at school. Seemed ordinary to me, nothing that made me have to investigate this drama. She’s not a part of it anyways, just commenting about how it’s the talk of the halls and dumb.”

Sehun taps the pen against his cheek while your fingers are fiddling with the cap. He’s obviously not to report your words verbatim as it’s not really relevant, but he does appreciate how you share your findings with him. He appreciates your trust in him that he doesn’t skew the details or add too much personal information about these people. He appreciates how you let your thoughts wander with him. You tend to loosely think around him, bouncing ideas off of him every so often or word vomiting to better understand things as you try to explain.

You’d finished with your food while Sehun continues writing and jotting down notes, most likely questions or other tidbits not too concerning for you. Whenever he asks a question he needs for the article you respond and then nudge his plate so that he eats. It goes on like this a couple moments longer until he’s out of food and questions. He finishes jotting down whatever else he wants to and sticks the tip of his pen out to you. You, used to this procedure, cap his pen and look back up into his satisfied eyes. You scoff at his smug look and avoid his gaze as he rests his chin in his hand. He continues to stare at you while you pick at any crumbs you find interesting.

“Got everything you need?”

“How about we get some dessert?” You almost object and tell him you should be back by now until he starts collecting his things and getting out of his seat. “And don’t worry. I’ll pay. You just have to pay me back next time.” You sink lower into your seat in defeat and groan, rubbing your hands over your face. He laughs a little and stands behind your seat, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Come on, Sugar. You’re gonna need some sugar to keep functioning the rest of the day.”

“You and your dumb nicknames are going to kill me before the stress from this case will.” He stops shaking you and gives you a fond squeeze of your shoulders.

“Let’s go before you die on me then.” You turn in your seat to watch him head towards the door before deciding to follow suit and grunting when you do get up. There’s a mini pep in his step and you’re guessing that’s because Sehun has another excuse to visit that favorite bakery of his that a friend of his works at. You couldn’t blame him. There were some doughnuts and cupcakes that were to die for.

As you passed by, you saw some missing persons posters hung up in some alley walls or taped to some lampposts. You’re guessing that’s how Mrs. Kim got news of the missing girl before you caught up with her. Sehun notices your gaze following the long trail of posters, most likely hung up by the gang of girls that were last with their friend. “Is that her?” The both of you come to a stop in front of a small cluster of the posters. He takes on down and holds it out in front of the both of you. You nod and Sehun folds the paper into fours and pockets it for later. “That saves me having to dig around to put that in the paper.”

He tries to keep the mood up as he hums a tune, swinging his arms around and looking around at the people walking the streets. It does little to help, but you do appreciate the thought as he glances at you every now and then to check in. He’s switched songs so many times since he opts for a different, better tune to keep him occupied. You’re trying to decipher his fifth song switch when you finally make it to the bakery.

“Kyungsoo!” Sehun sings into the shop as the door chimes noisily. Luckily, Kyungsoo isn’t tending to any customers at the moment. He pops his head out from behind the counter with a blank face and his lips drawn into a straight line. However he may look, there’s a happy sparkle in his eye at the sight of you two.

“What do you want now?” He asks sarcastically but readies himself anyways.

“I want something with chocolate.” Sehun says as he scans the overhead menu even though he knows exactly what he wants. “Please.” He doesn’t forget to add with a warm smile, which Kyungsoo returns in kind. They both turn to you expectantly and you sputter, not having anything in mind just yet.

“O-Oh! I’ll, uh… I’ll have…” You pause and bite your lips. Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed by all the choices even though you’ve been here before.

“How about some donut holes? And if you don’t like it, you can always have some of mine,” Sehun offers as he turns that warm smile to you.

“What, trying to stick with that cops eat donuts type of thing?” You joke but are grateful at the distraction from you bumbling about. Kyungsoo lets out an amused huff and prepares something for you both of you, making sure to toss in a couple extra pieces in the bag for you. You give him a silent thanks as you nod and take the bag from him as Sehun whips out his wallet in a practiced manner.

The first bite of the donut hole is full of cinnamon and a little honey. Kyungsoo’s been experimenting and you hum at the taste as you squeeze the half-bitten donut hole. As Sehun’s card is ringing up he turns to you with an eyebrow as he wordlessly asks how it tastes. Instead, you offer him the rest of your bite while you chew, and he instantly opens up his mouth to eat the rest. It’s almost like you’ve done this a million times in your life and a million more in your past lives together; you’ve known each other for that long, you think. The motion is easy and simple as he hums and turns back to collect his card and compliments Kyungsoo’s creation with his mouth full.

“It’s good. I like the new flavors, it’s better than just the boring sugar on it.” The words are muffled and both you and Kyungsoo give him a judgmental look as he wipes some of the cinnamon off the corner of his lips.

“… Thank you. I’ve been slowly trying to add more to the menu where I can,” Kyungsoo notes, and you look up again at the menu to see he’s added another couple options beside his regular few in his neat handwriting. He smiles at you again when you look back down. “Keep up the good work. Don’t push yourself, okay?”

You promise him and Sehun gently nudges you to turn and leave so he has a better exit path. It’s not like he couldn’t have gone around you, but it seems he opted to just turn and go. And with his broad shoulders, it seemed you were in his path. You nudge him back as you exit the bakery with your treats in hand.

“What are you doing tonight?” Sehun asks with his mouth full again, this time from a bite of his chocolatey pastry. Crumbs fly in the air and the snort as they do so, but your friend knows no shame and continues to look at you expectantly.

You roll your eyes with a smile. “Probably looking over the case again… and waaay more paperwork than I’m happy with.”

He hums at that as he continues to walk you back to the station. You feel like he’s about to ask you something else, but you’re cut off by your phone ringing and his own buzzing with a couple messages.

“Breaks over.” He comments with a sigh as he scrolls through the messages and tries to type back with the same hand that grips his phone.

“It is.”

The both of you look at each other and trade another bite of each other’s treats. You took a bite of his mainly since you wanted something sweet, and he had his own bite since you felt like you had to repay him for it. He gives you a wave as he, thankfully, doesn’t shout with his mouth full of donut as he heads off to his office building. While you head back, you manage to catch the phone call on its last couple of rings before it could go to voicemail.

“Hello?”

“It’s Boa. You have a couple more files on your desk regarding the girls,” she says with a tired sigh. You know the chief thinks this is wasting time and resources, but you also know she wants to give these girls justice. “Some more schedules of their routines, some stuff they had upcoming, and some chat histories. There’s also someone waiting at the station to talk to you, a friend of the most recent one.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Good,” she states and hangs up the call. You huff and make your way back to the station with a quickened pace. You wonder what this friend has to say since you’ve interviewed the family and teachers recently. Your mind is still reeling with possibilities when you make it back and find a familiar face at your desk.

“Yena, what can I do for you?” You ask kindly as you take a seat by the high school girl. She has a puffiness around her eyes that indicate she hasn’t been able to get a lot of sleep and has probably been crying a lot. You offer her some of your donut holes and she politely declines by holding a hand up before thinking of the right words to say.

Yena was the same age as her missing friend, 15 with a short bob and still wearing her school uniform. You’re wondering if she skipped school to come here, and she confirms your suspicions as she wrings her hands. “I just give you these. I found these in Chae’s locker, it’s some of her notebooks and some flyers. These events are all in the past, but one of them is her dream journal. We both keep one to achieve our dreams, except she doesn’t share hers because she thinks that the dream won’t come true then.”

You take the stack of papers and notebooks from her, eyeing the one she was referring to. It can’t be mistaken with the doodling, stickers, glitter, and large words that say ‘DREAM JOURNAL!’ right on the front.

“Thank you, Yena.” You say kindly, knowing that you’ll have even more to sort through and probably come out empty handed with, but every little bit helps. If you could be armed with even that much of a toothpick, you’d count it as a win.

“I just want my best friend to come back. That’s all I’ve been writing about in mine! I want her to come home.” Her eyes water and you push a box of tissues to her. She takes a shaky breath and dabs at her eyes gently and you realize that her eyes are redder than you thought. She dabs to prevent further irritating her eyes that have been covered in makeup to hide just how bad she’s been taking it.

“I promise, you won’t need a journal to make that come true, okay?” You say gently and comfort the poor girl. It’s another 15 minutes before she gets up and leaves, going back to school she promises.

You sigh as you look at the stack of notebooks she gave you. It was all her school notebooks besides her dream journal, which you knew wouldn’t be much of a look through unless you wanted to relieve your high school days and quiz yourself on whatever the kids were learning these days.

“You know, you shouldn’t be promising things like that.”

“Jongin, that girl was crying.”

“And you don’t think she won’t be if you can’t deliver that promise?”

You clench your hands into fists, narrowing your eyes on the word that seems to be mocking you right now. Because it might be true, you can only ‘DREAM!’ that this will all come to a happy end. Jongin sighs and pats your back.

“I’ll help you get through like 3 of those. Make sure it’s all just random notes so you know if they have anything that’s not about some ancient literature piece, okay?” He asks gently and you take a deep breath.

“Okay,” you say quietly and start sorting through the flyers first.

A lot of them are of school events, cram school, auditions for some of the modeling or singing agencies, and one was even a poster of an actor you recognized from a popular drama currently. You chuckled as you saw the sticky note still attached to it that indicated Chae’s wishes to marry a guy like him. A couple more hours pass in between you checking the notebooks, painstakingly flipping through and reading every page just to make sure, and having to deal with other logistical tasks around the office.

Like promised, Jongin eventually makes it through the notebooks and puts them all on your desk with a sad shake of his head. “Math, English, and Composition. All notes, most of it is textbook and following what they did in class. Anything else was practice problems or doodles. These are no good.”

You groan and hang your head. “I’ve just barely gotten through her other two notebooks. A music one from a piano unit and one she kept solely for cram school. The flyers are all past events or just random ones that I think were trash and she never got to throw away.” You look pointedly at the crumpled up flyer that was from her school’s ‘Fish Club’… whatever that’s about. “Had to get through all the other files from the girls too… nothing new. I saved that dream journal for last.”

“Why, so you can honor making sure her dreams come true?” Jongin asks with a smile, lifting your spirits some.

“Yeah…” You trail off absently. You aren’t sure if maybe you were truly keeping up Yena and Chae’s superstition about their dream journals or if you were hoping that the last thing you got to would prove you some substantial evidence. Maybe you should’ve gotten to that first if so. But then you would’ve needed to spend extra time on it. Ugh! Another sigh makes it way out of you and Jongin frowns now.

“Save that for tomorrow. How about you come out with some of us for some drinks tonight? Get that tension off you.” Jongin gives you an expectant look as he sits on your desk. You rub your face and look up at him through your fingers as you slouch in your chair. “And don’t even think about getting to that journal tonight. Your brain is fried, you need a break, you’re burning yourself out.”

You purse your lips at him and groan again, this time throwing your head back over the top of your desk chair and spinning in it a little.

“Fine. But only for a little bit.”

Famous last words. It was not just a little bit. Jongin kept you entertained and kept handing you drinks as you listened to your peers share drunken stories. Even Jongdae came in for a little bit to say hi to everyone and cry a little about his wife and kid, showing everyone pictures. You were sure that he was sober and just living the high of life.

A twinge of jealousy shot through you at him being able to enjoy his life so much right now. You downed your drink and stared at the empty cup grumpily. You felt just like the cup. Maybe you are a cup. Did your legs always feel like that?

“Woah, you doing okay?” Jongin asks as he gets into your space to take a look at you. He was pretty tipsy, but doing way better than you right now. Both in spirits and sobriety.

“Jongiiiiin, I’m like this cup.” He has to jump back a little as you shove your cup in his face. “You see how it’s wet on the outside?”

“From the ice?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I’m all sweaty!” You shout at him, suddenly feeling like the room is a lot hotter.

“No, you’re not.”

“Look! Feel!” You try to grab his hand to bring it up to your forehead and he grimaces. He shakes his head and you try a couple more times before he pins your hand to the table and reaches for his phone. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you home,” he says as he scrolls in his contacts. You try to look at the screen to see who he’s calling, but he brings the phone straight to his ear and turns a skeptical eye on you to make sure you don’t keep trying to bring his hand to probably stick you in the eyes.

You’re too distracted by pouting to care who he’s talking to. And your head hurts. The alcohol is hitting you fast. How much did you have again? Or was it because you drank the rest of your three-fourths of a cup in less than a minute? When was the last time you even drank like this? Since before you took on the first case ten months ago?

“He’s coming in 15,” Jongin says in your ear. You pop your head up from the table. You didn’t even know you had it down on the table in the first place.

“Who?” You ask sluggishly as you try to keep your eyes open. You don’t bother hearing a reply as you quickly make your way to the bathroom. It’s quieter in there, and colder too. You feel better already by giving yourself some space and time to think for yourself. Not really feeling like you need to get everything out just yet, you lean against the wall and take some deep breaths.

Eventually, there’s a knock on the door and a call for your name. It takes a couple more tries before you push yourself off the wall and wash your face.

“Oh, good. I thought I was going to have to pull your head out of a toilet bowl.”

You yell out in shock, water flinging everywhere when you look up to see Sehun in the mirror.

“What are you doing here?” Water drips off your chin and you remember that you were washing your face. You sigh and see if any got on your shirt – a lot did – and look for the paper towels to wipe.

“At the bar or in the bathroom?” He asks. You grunt in response, eyes blocked by the soggy paper you’re using to scrub the water from your eyes. “Jongin told me you had too much and needed to be brought home. And again, I was making sure you didn’t decide to punish yourself and give yourself a swirlie.”

“Why would I do that?” You grumble at him. Your head was a lot clearer thanks to the rest, you probably spent all of Jongin’s promised 15 minutes against that wall. Plus, the water cooling you off made you feel like you could at least walk to a car before passing out.

“He said you looked sad.”

“I’m not sad.”

He gives you a once over. Hair a mess, probably from the wall. Face still red, from scrubbing with that scratchy paper towel, embarrassment, or the alcohol, probably from all three. Clothes wet from you spilling two handfuls of water all over yourself. And the heavy burden of the finding of 21 girls coming crashing back down onto your shoulders.

“Yeah… you look pretty sad to me.”

“Thanks,” you bite a little harsher than you intend to. But, thanks to the one who made you build a tougher skin with a level of sass on his own, Sehun takes it all in stride and smiles. He merely grabs you by the shoulders and leads you out of the bar. Jongin nods and waves you off, keeping your coworkers distracted by the state you’re in so you don’t get teased when you come back the next morning.

Between the time Sehun came and got you and when he arrived, he had already transferred your stuff from your coworker’s car to his. You saw this when he helped you climb in and your bags of notebooks were sitting in the back seat. Sehun buckled you in and shut the door for you. The state of mind you were in currently clearly showed you could do at least that, but Sehun chose not to care and did it for you anyways while you watched him walk around the car to the driver’s seat.

“If you fall asleep, just know that I’m not carrying you inside.”

“So my knight in shining armor does have a flaw for tonight’s rescue.” You sarcastically bat your eyes at him and he chuckles, shaking his head and he starts towards your apartment.

“I meant to add that I’d probably be dragging you up those three flights of stairs. By your feet. Head hitting each step.” Before you can ask why in offense, he grins with a shrug. “You went through all that training, not me. All my muscles go to my ears for listening to you go on and on about cases.”

“I’m the reason why you have a job,” You grumble as you stare at the passing buildings. Sehun keeps that stupid smile on his face and laughs.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The ride to yours is a lot quicker than usual since at this hour it’s already late hardly any traffic. Again, Sehun is humming some songs and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. At least this time there’s less of him switching it up since he’s forced to sing along for the whole 3 minutes. He’s still humming as he grabs all your stuff from the back seat and follows you up the stairs to your apartment. You silently curse the fact that the elevator is down for maintenance since you wish you didn’t have to climb that much while drunk. You feel even worse when you realize that Sehun took all of your bags and all of those notebooks, binders, and files are no joke. It’s a wonder that kids can carry all that on their backs plus whatever else you put into the bags.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sehun asks as you pause on the steps, a little behind you and huffing a little.

“For someone who claimed he doesn’t have the strength training to carry me up the stairs, you sure are doing real fine while walking up two and a half flights of stairs and carrying all those books.” Sehun lets out another huff, shorter than usual that let you know he was working up quite a sweat.

“I work out.” He says plainly and grins at you again, which makes you roll your eyes at the statement and continue forth. He’s been over before, plenty of times. He’s come over to bring food on your sleepless nights when you just can’t sleep or spend so long trying to work on another case.

You finally make it to your apartment and eventually into your room. Sehun had set the bags down by your couch where you already had a bunch of files spread out on the coffee table. He tuts and grabs one of the papers and gives it a quick skim.

While you change into comfortable, cleaner clothes he hums and calls out from your small space. “You really need to learn about work-life balance.” He sets the paper back down and goes about preparing you some essentials for when you wake up in the morning definitely hungover.

“You know why I can’t,” you call back as you collapse onto the bed with a groan. Your body all of a sudden feels so heavy and it’s hard to keep your eyes open. You huff into your pillow as you try to block out the haunting words of all the names of the 21 girls that prevent you from sleeping at night. That prevent you from functioning unless you can figure out a way to bring them all home.

From your couch, Sehun makes himself comfy and sighs. He folds his hands over his stomach and quietly says to himself, “Yeah… I know.”

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loveofmyknife · 5 months

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Live Blogging the Burrow’s end finale but it’s all in one post because I can’t be bothered to reblog the same post 10 times. So like… pre-recorded blogging I guess

Spoilers. Obviously.

- loving the finale outfits! Especially the caution tape accessories!

- hey girl hey! Poor Teedles is taking all of this very well and we love them for it. I too would rather face possible death than have to babysit my boss’s children

- someone really should go check on Simon

- love how Tula is advocating for a nonviolent solution and ends it with “and we should definitely track down and murder Phoebe”. It’s nonviolent except for one specific person (being?)

- Lucas is just doing his best as a congested little boy. Somebody get him some mint! (Bint)

- “oh, mommy has so much bloodlust!” is an excellent line

- again, Brennan is unhinged, and also maybe wearing pink lipstick, which I think adds to the vibe

- Thorn being concerned for Dr Steel is so indicative of his character. He just wants to protect his people, and even though they’ve only known this human for a few hours, she is one of his people

- I DID NOT KNOW HE COULD DO THAT

- love a good title drop, but this plan seems very hastily put together. I am concerned

- persuasion- “-OR ELSE!” … ok intimidation

- gasoline lasts for however long is narratively relevant

- how many stoats does it take to drive a truck? Apparently at least 5

- I mean as far at Nat 1s go operating a gear shift as a rodent makes sense

- viola is holding this group together by sheer force of will

-oh fuck human magic!

- new map! New map!

- Oh fuck “human” NECROMANCY!

-kinda sad that Carlos isn’t playing Wennabocker on the board in some way but it obviously makes sense from a practical standpoint

- the minis!!! So cool!

-“grandma casts sounding” oh no…

- box of doom strikes again

- 40 points of damage is insane

- Lucas no! I love his little hat but no!

- hate when the BBEG rolls a Nat 20

- 69 hp…nice

- not Lucas!!

- oh Tula is never going to forgive herself for this and I have Thoughts about it

- Phoebe really is just a situation at this point

- That is exactly what a 12 year old would say when beating up an eldritch horror

- yeah I’d say hitting the ground really hard is a reckless attack, Ava

-109 damage! Jesus fucking Christ

- oh it’s some eugenics shit, okay

- Dr Steel coming to the rescue!

- I love using a bunch of skills and mechanics to get the desired outcome. Casting a spell, moving out of range of counterspell, and disengaging an opportunity attack all at the same time just to be able to fireball this meat suit

- I also would not recommend hitting a nuclear reactor with fire

- “no that’s okay” was such a power move

- “I DEBONE THAT MOTHERFUCKER” yes you do, and somehow that invents cooking! I love it

- Nat 20! “THATS! MY! WIFE!!!” Viola has taken out 4 giants in a single round. She is a badass. She is a warrior. She is my hero.

- oh yeah, Dr Steel was just standing there for all that

- We may be experiencing a tragedy but at least they’ve also invented ice cream

- LUCAS NO!

- ok yeah i might be sobbing a little, what of it?

- I like that Ava can have a little magic as a treat

- I personally welcome our new stoat overlords

- babies!

-Get it, Tula! But seriously I like that she really got to process life without being just a widow and a mother before moving on

-baby’s first word: viscera. This is cannon

-Ava’s doing great, and her life is in her own hands. She’s completely overhauling the local law enforcement and creating triple A

- Dr Lila! She’s a nuclear physicist now!

- Did not expect Jaysohn to go for an Airbud plot line but I’m not mad at it

Closing thoughts: I loved it! I think the ending was pretty abrupt but taking out the BBEG in like 2 rounds will do that so I can’t fault them for it. I would have loved for at least one of the party to take over Education, and I think Tula was kind of set up for it but I’m glad she gets to just enjoy life now instead. I can’t wait to see tomorrow’s Adventuring Party and I’m super excited about next season!

#d20 #burrow's end #burrows end spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 burrow's end

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theprogrockbstheorist · 11 months

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Theprogrockbstheorist’s Guidelines to Conceptuality in Prog

Concept Albums:

This is probably going to be an important definition for many of the essays that I will eventually do, so I’m more writing this an a reference point for what I define as a concept album.

A concept album is an album that is in some way, shape, or form based around an idea. That’s it. This can be as loose as a thematic or musical concept that all the songs on the album share, or as intense as a rock opera. Musical concepts aren’t limited to the composition of the songs as well: they can be as broad as “How crazy can we make the production on this album?” or “Let’s make all the songs loop into each other!”. For the purposes of my essays, I will be separating concept albums into levels:

A non-concept album is an album that has neither a thematic concept nor a musical concept.

A Level One Concept Album is a concept album that has either a broad thematic concept but no musical concept, or a broad musical concept without a thematic concept. A ton of albums probably fall under this category, so a “level one concept album” doesn’t really hold much significance.

A Level Two Concept Album is a concept album that has both a thematic concept and a musical concept. The thematic concept can be as broad as simply “urbanization” or “mental health”, but for it to be a level 2 concept album, all the songs must have a musical concept as well. This musical concept can be as simple as reoccurring melodies or chord progressions.

A Level Three Concept Album is a rock opera, essentially. You’re moving beyond simple concepts here, and plotting out a story line and characters. These are pretty much guaranteed to have recurring musical ideas and motifs, which can signal characters like in an actual opera.

Conceptual Songs:

Now, of course, sometimes concepts are limited to just one song, or, if part of a larger concept album, may be focusing on one aspect of that concept. These too can have levels similar to concept albums; just the majority of the time, they are shorter (side-eyeing Thick as a Brick, which can be counted as both a concept song and album).

These songs usually are more specific than concept album, and tend to cap out around 20 minutes due to vinyl limitations in heydays of prog. There are some notable exceptions, but those are exceptions. Here a few types of conceptual songs:

The Suite is a song of unspecified length that tells some sort of story or has some sort of concept underlying it. For the purpose of this blog, the main difference between an epic and a suite is the length: suites can be any length, epics are going to be defined as being 15 minutes or longer or taking up an entire side of vinyl.

The Epic is a song that is based around a concept that takes up an entire side of vinyl. The whole album is not typically based around the concepts presented in the epic, however it does take up at least one side ("Karn Evil 9" takes up all of Side B and then a bit of Side A as well).

Both of these types of songs will follow an adjustment of the levels system presented above, because typically these songs contain both a thematic and musical concept.

So, a Level One prog suite/epic is a song that has both a thematic message and a musical concept. This thematic message can be incredibly vague, but it needs to be present. Otherwise, it’s not really a suite nor an epic.

A Level Two prog suite/epic is similar to the rock opera in that it has named several characters and a defined story. You won’t really see suites as I’ve defined them do this, so this is also kinda an epic-exclusive level, however “The Necromancer” by Rush clocks in under 15 minutes, and has named characters and a plotline, so this isn’t really a hard rule.

Oh, and btw, you don’t have to agree with my definitions!! If you think I should revise any of them, let me know!/gen. I just feel this is important to get out of the way for when I enter the “Is X album a concept album?” debates.

#prog rock #progressive rock #prog #guide #concept albums #rock music

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dearweirdme · 4 months

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https://x.com/Kverosa_/status/1737838665983021315?s=20

Rain, I wanted to send this because I know you've been infested with jokers lately and I wanted to highlight the kind of delusion that is behind some of this rhetoric. We've seen it here with people accusing Taehyung of some really unfair and unfounded behavior. This account (not the one I shared but the one, they're calling out) is a burner from a popular Joker with over 2000 followers.

I know not every shipper is bad or would condone this the way I don't condone everything some Taekookers do but the person behind this vile behavior would have seemed like one of those 'normal' shippers before being exposed.

You get a lot of jokers here pretending like they're here for a discussion or asking questions like they genuinely want to know the answers but only doubling down when they get answers they don't like.

But considering some of the asks about Taehyung and some who even claim to be doubting Taekookers, I wanted to show an example of what is really driving some of these people behind the masks of reasonability they like to pretend.

So when people read your asks from these losers, they can see first hand what kind of person might be behind it and what their motivation for coming here is (and I know you've said you don't use TwitX so maybe this is your first time seeing this shit too)

And unfortunately, this isn't exclusive to jokers. A popular Taekook account with 7k followers has just been exposed in a group chat for making horrific accusations against Tae and wishing death on him over Taennie rumors. This person stated in the chat that they didn't want to address it publicly because they didn't want to lose followers.

Too many shippers cross boundaries. I think this is one of the most reasonable and fair blogs but maybe we all need to ask ourselves sometimes if it's even worth the energy and engaging with people who might, and most likely do, have ulteriror motives and just want to access any platform that will get them attention and get more eyes on their nasty messages (and hands up, I'm usually one of the first to bite and take the bait)

I really like this blog. I even like the idea of healthy and fair discourse with other reasonable people who might not see things like I do but some of these asks have just not been that and while I'd never tell you what asks to answer or who to indulge (like I said, I'm usually the first to clapback in the ask box) I'm just wondering if it wouldn't be better to just ignore them and remove their platform completely while focusing on JK and Tae and their relationship?

Because I really think a lot of these jokers and even some 'doubters' are asking questions that they really don't want to hear an answer to. They just want to engage us all in a cycle of negative discussion and in our desire to defend Taekook, as a ship and individuals, I'm starting to feel like we might be a little too hasty to heed the call sometimes.

Hi anon!

Oh trust me, I’ve seen it all. Talk like that has reached my inbox numerous times. I don’t even post half of the straws I get. There’s many blogs and accounts who care more about having followers than about the members. I know my blog as well isn’t for everyone. I can feel how people try to pressure me into following a certain train of thoughts at times. It was difficult for a while, but in the end this is my blog and I enjoy this space because it is where I can share my thoughts freely.

The difficulty for me is that I don’t want to only look at Tkkrs thoughts on this. I like to have different points of view, because I feel it keeps me saner in all this, and .. I do get baited at times because I can’t stand the insanity 🙈.. I’m human 😂. So that’s why I also post Jkkrs and anti’s and neutrals asks at times. I don’t want to be someone who sees only one side of the story, because to me the whole story matters.

You are right in there probably being some actual jokers around. It’s difficult to filter them out at times. I suspect it’s going to be less and less from now on. Less content means less debate usually.

Edit because this was such a non answer (i’m super tired 🙈, gonna go to sleep soon): I don’t think I’ll completely stop posting straws and anti’s, but I’ll try to filter out the really bad ones better.

#taekook #straws #my blog

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Two More Days Until Release Day‼️〜May 31 is Just Around the Corner〜

My hair dryer recently broke so I had to use my spare one which isn’t particularly high quality. It's quite heavy, the air flow is weak, and overall, it dries out my hair 😂 I couldn't stand it anymore so I bought a new dryer! ️ And oh my... this new dryer is amazing!! ️😳At first I was surprised by how powerful it was, like "wow!" 😳😳(and it's really light-weight!!)

In the past it took about 15 to 20 minutes to dry my hair but now I am done in about 5 minutes...!! ️😳🎉🎉Oh my god! This is literally revolutionary for me! I am not even exaggerating, this is a life-changer!

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

I love the new hair dryer so much that I want to kiss it and fall asleep next to it🥰 Also, I was incredibly moved by the wonderful message included in the box... I couldn't help but take a picture😹I have used many items by this brand before, it’s impressive how much progress they have made throughout the years!! (Thank you very much for this…😭✨)

Well, it's been a while since my last blog post...I'm sorry! Time went by so fast, before I knew it, the Rapid Fire Listening Event, the second Online Sign Event and my promo tour in Osaka were already finished😂 This month was really 100% dedicated to the album! I did a ton of interviews and made recordings for various radio stations. I’ve been doing my best to talk to you and share my thoughts so that you can know more about the album☺️I hope everything can reach you as soon as possible ☺️💕 It’s only 2 more days until the official release! ️😳 And tomorrow, the album copies will already be avaulable in stores🤭I'm a little nervous~! It’s finally going to be May 31, the day of "Sono Saki e" 🥳🎉Everyone, please look forward to May 31\\\\٩( 'ω' )و ////

Here are some shots of me when I visited ABC Radio in Kansai! You can see their mascot A-B-C on the wall. It’s a U.M.A. (= unidentified mysterious animal) from Lake Biwa! She's not an axolotl! ← I honestly thought she was!

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#kalafina #wakana #wakana blog #fan club exclusive content #botanical land

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xbunny-k · 2 years

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The Actor & I: PART TWENTY – Ana, What ARE You Doing? Get Off Of Him

This is part TWENTY of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

Tags: @manddor @pumkiinpasties @its-funny-til-its-not @karamelcoveredolicity @butlerstyles @feral4austinbutler @mirandastuckinthe80s @emilykolchivans @atombombbibunny @francescababy @starry-night-20 @yeetfack-blog @milaa24 @londonalozzy @xo-aurora @chaoticbilly @mamaspresley @sageskywalker @cryingabtab (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

Please, if you like this, share it, comment, like it and enjoy! xx

I get ready quickly making myself presentable, but as if I didn’t do anything. I put on some lotion, perfume and then put on a different white, crop tank and some white biker shorts. I head to the kitchen and Austin is sitting at the island. He looks up at me and smiles. I look at his breakfast spread he made and say, “Oh my god, eggs and turkey bacon with avocado toast is literally my dream breakfast.” He laughs and says, “Sit.” I feel my cheeks burn at his demand and sit next to him.

After we eat breakfast, I do the dishes and he jumps on the counter next to me. “So where am I buying your groceries at,” he asks. I giggle and say, “Well my Sunday routine is usually the farmer’s market, Erewhon and then Trader Joe’s.” He smiles and says, “let’s do it.” We spend the day together running errands and I’m a little sad when we finish up at Trader Joe’s. I’ve been with him for well over 10 hours and it doesn’t feel like long enough. We pull back to my place and he helps me carry up all the groceries. He seems to linger in my kitchen and as I’m putting away cans in a cabinet, I lean on my tippy toes to get to the space I need, he comes behind me and grabs it to put it up for me. I can feel him growing hard as he leans into me pinning me between the counter and his groin. I feel my cheeks warm up and I let out a soft moan without meaning to. Ana, keep it together. He brings his hand down from the can and puts it on my shoulder. I didn’t know putting away groceries could be so…erotic?

He rubs my shoulder slowly and then pulls himself away from me. My body instantly misses feeling him pushed into my backside. I see him pacing around my kitchen island and wonder what he’s thinking. He clearly has some attraction to me. Maybe he also is uncomfortable we work together. Ana, he just broke up with his girlfriend… of 8 years…. He isn’t interested in you.

I smile at him and he says, “I’m kinda sad I have to leave.” I look at him and he genuinely looks sad. I say, “Well we could watch some Elvis footage I have to bring to you since I pretended to have it dropped off the first time.” I giggle and he smiles, “Lead the way, my hero.” I giggle, but immediately turn red. My cheeks are on fire as I realize this means he remembers me saying this same thing about him this morning…

I grab us some sparkling water and glasses as I head to the living room. I place the water on the coffee table and head to my TV to set up the converted footage they gave me on Blu-Ray. “I think we can start with this footage and that way the projector and reels are all easy for you to take home with you,” I say as I mess with my very inexpensive Blu-Ray player hoping it works. I have to mess with the wires behind the TV and as I’m essentially on all fours messing with wires, I feel Austin get up and come behind me. “Do you need help,” Austin says as he takes in a deep breath. I turn my head to look back at him and giggle, “Every time I use this, I have to mess with the wires until it randomly connects.” I assume he’s going to just take over, so I go to back up, but instead he leans forward to help me, so I back straight into him. My ass is straight in his crotch and I back right into it.

Instead of doing the responsible thing and getting out of this suggestive position, I push my ass back a bit even further into what feels like an erection. Ana, what are you doing? We went over this….you cannot play with fire here. Your job. I hear him swallow a bit and I decide to listen to my subconscious to back off. “Sorry, let me just move and you can play electrician for me,” I giggle as I roll out from underneath him. He sighs and kind of looks disappointed. Am I imagining things? He looks a bit let down. I’m sitting next to him on the floor and realize I had brought the remote with me to the floor and it’s now on the opposite side of Austin.

Ok, you can either reach under him or get up to get the remote. You know the more professional, friendly decision, Ana. I go against my better judgement and reach my arm under Austin and pull for the remote. It’s a bit further than I realized, and I slide my body under him a bit. I giggle and I hear him swallow a bit. I get the remote and as I’m sliding my body out from under him, he puts his hand on my shoulder stopping me. He opens his mouth to say something, but the TV lights up and starts playing the sound from the disc I had put in. “Success,” I giggle and pull myself out from under him. “Thank you, Mr. Presley,” I giggle and head back to the couch.

We spend a few hours watching various footage, interviews and performances of Elvis and eventually it’s dark out. As the current disc we’re watching ends, he looks over at me. We’re both laying down with our legs on the couch, but opposite ends, facing each other. He playfully hits my foot and says, “Ya know for such a small person, you have big feet.” I immediately pull my feet back and sit up as I say, “Hey! My feet are not big!” He laughs at my reaction and sits up but crawls on the couch towards me as he teases, “I think my new nickname for you is Bigfoot.” I giggle, “Nooooo that’s so ugly!” I pull my feet towards myself, but he grabs one and pulls it towards him.

In doing so, he pulls my full body towards him and he’s now kneeling over me with both my legs between him as he hovers over me. I giggle and say, “You can’t call me bigfoot it’s not nice.” He smiles and his eyes darken as he scans my body beneath him. His gaze lingers on my stomach and then he looks further down. Well he’s not looking at my feet… maybe thin white biker shorts with no underwear to hang out with essentially your boss wasn’t a good idea, Ana.

I go to pull myself up and as the clumsy girl I am, I begin to buckle over, but Austin grabs me and pulls me into him as he sits up. This maneuver lands me right on top of him, seated in his lap facing him on my couch. I can instantly feel him growing hard beneath me. His erection is pressing in between my legs and I let out a slight moan without even thinking.

Ana, what ARE you doing? Get off of him. This is the opposite of professional. The man just got out of an eight year relationship… and you work FOR him.

I look into his eyes and they’re dark, staring at me. His lips are parted and I can hear him breathing. I bite down on my bottom lip and look down at where his erection is growing into me and when I look back at him, his eyes are even darker and he’s biting down hard on his bottom lip. I go to get off his lap as reality waves over me, but he holds my back and keeps me seated on his lap. What is he doing? We have to keep this professional… for my sake.

“Ana, I know you feel it too... There’s something there between us… But I don’t know what to do… It’s your job… My first big job…,” he says as he sighs and continues to take in my body on top of him. He groans a bit and then starts sliding his hand down my back. Breathe, Ana, breathe. He might be hot and funny and smart, but is he worth losing your job in your dream industry over? “Anastasia, all I want to do is kiss you… and you have no idea what other things I think about doing with you, to you…,” he whispers. Fuck, he is so hot. I just want to… He interrupts my thoughts by whispering, “I can’t do anything with you. It isn’t right with what’s coming up for us both…” Ana, you knew this… Why am I so disappointed?

I sigh and I can tell he sees the disappointment on my face, Austin softly rubs my cheek and says, “Anastasia, it isn’t you… it’s quite the opposite, baby.” Baby… I feel myself burn bright red. All I can muster up to say is, “Ok, Aus” and I slide off his lap. He sighs, holds my hand and rubs my hand with his fingers lightly. Austin looks disappointed as well. He sighs, stands up and instead of letting go of my hand, he pulls me off the couch and up into a hug. It’s a tight hug that feels different than other hugs we’ve shared. He whispers in my ear, “I barely know you, but I know this isn’t what I really want Anastasia.” I look up at him and he hugs me tighter.

Why does it feel like I’ve known him for years? If he feels like that too… I blush and disappointment waves over me again. He kisses the top of my head and I swear I forget how to breathe for a moment. Why does this feel like…. a break up? “I’m gonna go since it’s getting late, but I’ll text you, ok, Anastasia,” he whispers. My heart sinks. I don’t want him to go… almost 24 hours together and it’s not enough. Once again, I can’t really find the words so all I can get out is, “Ok.” He pulls back a little from our hug and pulls my chin up so I’m looking at him. His eyes go dark, he teeth sink into his bottom lip and it feels as if he’d kiss me, but he rubs my cheek with his thumb. He lets go of me and walks towards the door. Before he makes it to the door, he turns around and says, “Thank you for a perfect night and Sunday, Anastasia.” He opens the door and leaves.

Fuck, I think I really like him… This is bad… I burst into tears and I know it’s because I feel overwhelmed. I really do like him… But he just got out of a long-term, serious relationship. He could probably get back together with her… We work together. He’s technically who I work for. This is not a good situation, but it’s just the way I feel when I’m with him… has never happened to me before. I’ve never felt so conflicted.

I know my job is the more important thing here, but I can’t stop thinking about how fast I felt this way towards Austin, and we now have literal years of work together ahead of us…

What am I gonna do?

#austin butler elvis #austin butler #austin butler fic #austin butler x reader #austin butler fanfiction #elvis 2022 #elvis movie #fan fic #fan fiction

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interdimensional-pixels · 5 months

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“…oh. Oh no.

How did I even…where am I?”

[ ooc, rules, Bitmap and other stuff under the cut ]

Hello there, the name’s Mist (aka @coloredmist), and I run this blog!

A few things, one, Bitmap doesn’t actually have an age but he’ll be represented as 20 or so on this blog.

Two, despite Bitmap being an adult, I the mod am not. In simpler words, even though Bitmap isn’t a minor, I am. Please be respectful of that.

Third, please don’t interact if you’re under any basic DNI list; especially if you’re an nsfw based / minor dni blog. Keep it sfw, please!

Lastly, I’m totally fine with shipping, just make sure your character is an adult and at least within 1-2 years of Bitmap.

Now, onto Bitmap!

As stated previously, Bitmap doesn’t have an age, but will be represented as 20 or so.

You can use any pronouns with Bitmap, and she’ll often alternate pronouns when referring to themself. [The mod goes by they/she, though. I will also be varying pronouns for Bitmap as well.]

They’re omnigender, identifying more as a man, panromantic and asexual.

She prefers male honorifics. (Sir, mr and boy as examples)

Bitmap can actually teleport! They just…can’t really control it.

Bitmap is really texture sensitive due to the corrupted bits on her skin; they have to be careful when grabbing things.

He trips over herself a lot.

Very, VERY ambiverted.

Blind in her right eye due to a past incident she won’t disclose.

Stumbles. Like, a lot.

Some real fast rules (some have been stated above, sorry);

Keep it SFW, as stated above. I, the mod, am a minor.

Nothing NSFW / lewd.

Don’t interact if you fall under basic DNI criteria.

Please don’t enter a rp I’ve started without being involved in it. (Unless someone else started the rp; their rules are their rules.)

Lastly, text styles!

“Text” — Speech / dialogue

Text / Text — Actions or thoughts

“Text” — Emphasis on speech

“Text” — Whispering

“Text” / “TEXT” — Yelling / emphasis

(Text) — In character comments / notes

[Text] — Mod comments

#[ Introductory Post ]#oh god the mod’s in the conversation now

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oh-no-my-hand-slipped · 1 year

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ABOUT THIS BLOG

Hello! My name is Oh No, but you can call me Oz, Oswald, or Otto! I use all pronouns, both for animosity and gender. I do both snz writing and art, but I specialize in OCs, prompts, and fics.

I am a 20 year old creator, so please, minors DNI! That includes reblogging, commenting, or requesting! Of course, I can’t stop you from looking at my work or simply requesting on anon, but please help me keep you and myself safe by sticking to your own age group.

My requests are currently open.

My commissions are currently open.

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Commission Slots:

• Scenarios: 0/3

• Drabble/Small Fic: 0/2

• Novel: 0/1

Tags:

#ohnos ideas: General snz horniness, ideas for future fics, and SFW and NSFW descriptions of snz!

#ohnos prompts: My prompt requests and prompt challenges that you can use for your own fics (you can use ideas as well, but this tag is a lot more specific)

#ohnosart: My art! This is mostly digital art of my and others’ OCs, and isn’t always snz-centric. This tag will also include commissions.

#ohnos fics: My snzfics that you can peruse at your leisure. Be warned, though, I went through EVERY SINGLE POST to make this tag list, so you may see some old and, frankly, not so great writing.

#professor ohno: This is a tag for explanations of the snz kink, sneeze spellings, and generally the more academic side of the community. I also use this tag to answer questions about myself.

#ohno I shrunk the sneeze: Micro/macro stuff! Though the name might not suggest it, this can pertain to any aspect of the micro/macro kink, so tread lightly. However, it will be mostly about sneeze, don’t worry!

#ohno answers: Where I answer questions from my inbox!

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Preferences:

Writing -

I LOVE: caretaking, micro/macro, fantasy, cryptid, furry or scaly, inducing, flower and perfume allergies, stifling, holdbacks, stoic sickie, and v*ginal stimulation

I WILL: enemies to lovers, mild humiliation, dom/sub dynamics

I WON’T: underaged characters, p*nis description or stimulation, real people or celebrities, and degrading

Art-

I LOVE: my OCs, humanoids, simple designs, cartoons

I WILL: realism, furry or scaly, other people’s OCs (with their permission, of course), NSFW (at my discretion)

I WILL NOT: real people or celebrities, underaged characters, media meant for young children, extremely complex or labor-intensive designs

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #snezblr #snz things #snzario #snez kink #snz scenario #snezario #whump

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theretirementstory · 2 months

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Bonjour et bienvenue on this cloudy, cool morning, it’s only 5c out there at the moment and we can expect a high of only 10c. However, I don’t care as I am going out for lunch to the restaurant by the lake.

4 years ago, to the day, I stood on the rooftop of the museum in Mahdia and took this photo. I had arrived on the 22nd for the start of a 10 day holiday in Tunisia, I felt it was a good idea to be reminded of the sun and sea.

I have decided to do the music section first this week for reasons which may become clearer as the blog progresses. The first song is dates from 1980 and is by the Average White Band, its, Let’s Go Round Again. AWB are probably better known for their hit “Pick up the Pieces. I hope you enjoy these songs. The second song also from the 80’s is “Its My Life” by Talk Talk from 1986.

My young friend Pauline celebrated her 27th birthday on Monday, she had a great day. On Sunday she had been to the beach in Barcelona enjoying some someshine. She had a cake with candles and made a wish that I would recover! What a wonderful wish 😊. She said for the first time she is loving her work, obviously working in Barcelona, where she benefits from the brighter days, has booster her morale. Not like when she lived in Dublin and the bright days were few and far between.

After an horrendous nightmare where I felt like being “The Pied Piper” and leading zillions of 🐀 🐀 🐀 to the banks of the River Aube, I decided to ask my neighbour to check out my composter. The verdict was “No rats in here Mrs” oh did that make me feel better and I went into the garden and cardboard mulched around the hellebores which made my day. I also found close to the hellebores and even in the grass signs, if not primulas, then cowslips. I plan on letting the grass grow in order for them to at least flower, as long as I don’t have long spells in hospital, I hope to not let the grass be “shorn to the ground” which is what my neighbour seems to do to his grass. It’s kind of him to mow my grass but not to have it covered in moss during the wet months.

Primulas have been messed up again in the potager by “the damned cat” and now it has found it’s way into the back garden to 💩 first of all in the grass and then into the raised bed to not “tiptoe through the tulips” (as the song goes) but to 💩 and scratch among the daffodils. Is there no end to this “Monster”.

I had hurt my back last Friday replanting the planter (think I have pulled a muscle). So plans to add more cardboard mulch to the borders are on hold. As I can’t even carry a quarter bag of compost!

The nurse came and took my bloods, I had felt rather faint (hungry) before she came so bless her she was going to get me some breakfast before she left. I just asked for a cup of milk, which she brought me, I thought that was very kind of her.

I did a lot of reading at the weekend which meant that my knitting has been neglected 😱. I did a little bit early in the week but my heart isn’t in it at the moment. I went into town on Tuesday to see Claudine and to give the photocopied pattern for the crocheted pendant and earrings to her. We are looking to make some smaller items to sell at a lower price so that people will buy them at the markets. I then walked into town to see if the jeweller would be able to look at the stone in my grandmothers engagement ring to confirm if it was real or not. When I arrived possibly about 14:50 he was out and would be another 20 minutes or so. I couldn’t hang around!

The toilet I had fitted when I first moved into this house in 2019, has for years had a temperamental flush. Occasionally it flushed and water continued running down the back of the bowl causing terrible rumbling noises in the pipes. I guessed it was due to limescale but how to solve it? I asked my new plumber the cause and he cleaned the flush but it was still doing it occasionally. Well he came and worked his magic this week I think he cleared a lot of the limescale out of the cistern, replaced the flush, which now does exactly as needed a half flush as well as a full flush and at the moment no gurgling pipes.

Oh my goodness, have I told you how wonderful my grandchildren are? I received three videos of them playing at home. They are happy to play separately but the youngest (my grandson) was playing with his ro-ro ferry near where my granddaughter was playing with her dolls, needing some help he asked so politely if she could help him, she stopped what she was doing to open one of the doors then when he wanted it closing again she did that too. It was so wonderful to see.

“The Photographer” was unable to take photos at Scarborough AFC on Tuesday as he was working a 1-9 shift. He had been to an hotel near to Skipton for a night which included a meal at the Michelin Star restaurant. It was a 7 course taster menu, it all looked really delicious.

“The Trainee Solicitor” and “The Ex-Graduate” had four nights away in a “lodge” in Wensleydale. It had beautiful views but on their last night they were so cold and rain was coming in through a skylight. They were also disappointed with the siting of the hot tub. They did manage a decent walk to Hardraw Falls before returning soaked through. They took a trip to Aysgarth Falls it’s an area of renowned movie locations and of course Wensleydale cheese is known from the Wallace and Gromit film series.

My appointment with the oncologist was on Friday and as I had perused my blood test results I knew that all was not well. However, telling myself I am no doctor, I waited to hear what he had to say. Yes, cancer is back! So there I am not struck dumb at all and my first question was “is there treatment available?” The reply was “yes” my next question “when do we start chemotherapy, next week?” Yes I go into hospital on Tuesday. That’s all I needed to know. Poor Monique when I messaged her…. She replied did I want her to ring me or call to see me the next day. I said for her to come and visit me the following day. Apparently she had cried, she rang her daughter and cried again. My friends are rallying again, hence the restaurant lunch today. Anie who is still suffering with shingles pain without the postules, made me laugh when she said the postules can’t get through her fat, she isn’t fat at all! She too provided moral support. Pauline hadn’t answered my message yet and I know she will be upset. However, I am here and obviously fit enough to go through more treatment. It has made me think that perhaps the nine years I had when I thought I was a cancer survivor, I was actually just living with cancer. Who cares, I have had some great times and if I have any say in the matter I will have a lot more to come!

Monique came yesterday and we had a really good chat (about two hours worth) 😳. She always amazes me, she has a lovely garden at home but she looked out at mine, at the hyacinths just starting to flower, the tulips, daffodils, iris and the hellebores and declared it a wonderful garden. She loves the potager full of violas whose seed blew on the wind and filled the potager with yellow and green brightness. Then she noticed the violas tulips and iris I had transplanted to there location near the composter and was full of admiration. I felt very proud. I think I had better check the seeds I have to plant this year as I really do want the garden to be a riot of colour!

I had my book delivery on Thursday, whew what a relief! I have plenty of reading material to take into hospital with me.

Now I really must leave my bed and start to get ready for my lunchtime rendezvous.

Oh I would just like to add a special “God morgen” to anyone reading this in Norway.

Until next time…..

#barsuraube #mahdia #photography #80’s music #friends #family #knitting #keeping positive #nature #trees #living your best life

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