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that-one-anxious-mango · 2 years ago

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Heyyy ☺️ I love this series sooo much, it is so nice to see Austin stories that involve a black reader. Not having to edit the story in my head to make it fit me is wonderful 🥰. For your Drabble event could you do either first date or a special date that they have had? Thank you 💕 💕

20 Questions.

Summary: It’s a in-house date night with Austin and his best girl. Where you get to know them and they get to know each other!

Contents: Fluff ofc! Mentions of deceased relatives. Little angst if you squint. Slight steaminess. Austin and his best girl being the cutest.

A/N: Hi Beautiful Humans! It’s me! I hope y’all of you are having a wonderful time. Just wanted to go ahead and drop this off for you guys and also give some special shout-outs to:

@pennyroyalcreep for not only this lovely prompt, but also for your continued love and support with my work. ❤️

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Today was Friday.

Which also meant it was date night.

And with it being quite gloomy outside for the usual LA weather the two of you had decided that it'd be the perfect day to have a in-house date night. You insisted that tonight you would to try and cook for your man a simple meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup.

A skeptical but supportive Austin would go on to happily watch you not only blacken all attempts at the grilled cheese, but also burn the poor tomato soup that you forgot to add enough water to.

And once the tears started rolling, in real Austin fashion he'd wrapped you in a blanket and placed you on the couch promising to return. After cleaning up your food fail he pulled out all the ingredients he needed and made a hell of a good pan of pasta.

After some feeding, cuddling, finger fucking , and napping. The two of you had decided that a more PG-13 activity was in order. With that you suggested a game that you'd been wanting to play with Austin for a while. Let's get deep: 20 question edition.

" Okay. Here we go, number one." You listened to Austin while you giggled staring down at the stacks of cards in front of you and then back up at Austin, who looked on in amusement. " What movie was so sad that you would never watch it again? " He asked.

" Mmmm." You thought for a minute, there were plenty but really you could only narrow it down to two, " I think I would definitely have to say either Dumbo or Fruitvale Station. I can't choose. You can only watch both once." You affirmed.

" Watching Dumbo is a traumatizing experience that no child of any age should be subjected to at all. Like just the first thirty minutes was enough for me to need a lifelong therapist. And as far as Fruitvale Station goes...I feel that the content overview speaks for itself. It's a beautiful movie, but I could barely make it through til the end." You explained.

Austin nodded, " I seen Dumbo a long time ago when I was little and all I remember is this very strong urge to go hug my mom after watching. " He said making you smile, " But I haven't seen Fruitvale Station. No particular reason why, it's just never happened."

" Understandable." You nodded reaching to grab another card off one of the piles.

" My turn. Two. What's the weirdest thing you find attractive in a person?" You moved your eyes to look at him in curiosity.

Almost immediately he said, " People who floss."

Amused in question you went, " Really? Why? "

" Yeah. I don't know. But in a weird way to me. It shows that you care about yourself. Like babe, do you know how many people don't floss. Ever." He explained.

And the more you thought about it, he was right. Gross.

But lucky for you, you didn't have that problem seeing as your upbringing had made you a bit of a dental freak. So you hit all the points in that department.

" Yeah. I guess I see your point. " You said just as a thought passed in your mind, " So, do you find it attractive when I floss." You goofed biting a bit of your upper lip.

Laughing at you he leaned over to plant a hardy peck to your lips, pulling away to say, " Makes my dick jump every time, sweetheart." He half whispered sending the two of you into a short fit of laughter.

" Alright alright alright. Next. Three. " He moved to pick up a card, " Describe our relationship in three words." He asked.

Even though you had to think a bit, it didn't take you long before you had your three words, " Meaningful.....Honest.... Adaptive. " You answered.

Eyes glimmering in happiness and satisfaction Austin questioned, " I know these are suppose to be short but, care to elaborate please."

" Well, I feel it's meaningful because literally almost everything we do has some type of meaning behind it. Like when you got me the fern. Or when I gave you the blanket. There's always some type of love behind everything. Plus you mean so much to me and in-turn I mean so much to you, which I guess in general terms makes us meaningful..right?" You giggled trying your best to explain your thoughts in the best way you could.

But Austin understood what you meant, he felt his heart swelling bigger and bigger by the moment, " I see. So what about honest?"

" I feel our relationship is also built around honesty. I know I've told you this before but throughout my life I've encountered a great deal of liars and that's something that I really didn't wanna come into my adult life with. Unavoidable I know. And especially in a relationship. " You began, " But with you, from the day that we sat down, listening to you be so open and honest with me when at the time I was just a complete stranger to you. It made me feel something. And from then on I've never ever had to second guess anything or feel like your keeping things from me. It's refreshing and I value that." You explained.

Austin listened intently thinking back to the first hours the two of you had spent together talking after he'd finished reading you the book. Hearing you talk about how surprised you were hearing Austin talk the way he did shocked him a bit. He hadn't really ever realized just how personal the two of you had gotten in that short amount of time. But to him now, that was just proof that this was something special from the start.

" And finally I think we're adaptive because whether it be your schedule or mine that keeps up from doing traditional couples stuff. We make it work. We adapt to whatever challenge we face together. And that's important." You finished offering a smile.

Austin return your feeling of content displaying a smile of his own. He was so happy to be with you. And to be building the kind of relationship where it's foundations were things like these. Things that would help the two of you last, because all in all. That was goal.

" I think all of that is really accurate and beautiful, mama. I love you." He said reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips and press a gentle kiss to it.

" I love you, Aus." You returned reaching that same hand to palm his cheek.

The two of you continued your little moment before moving forward.

" Number four. Name something that you wish you could do but can't." You asked.

Teasing Austin said, " Gain the ability to say no to you."

You rolled your eyes playfully. " Be serious, Austin."

Laughing some more he says, " I am being serious, woman. You have no idea the power you hold over me. It's like you just know all you have to do is bat those pretty lashes at me and say please, to turn me into a sucker." He informed.

Your smile widen, " Really? "

Austin nodded leaning back against the couch, " Awe don't be coy. Really, mama."

You sounded a ' Hmmph '.

" Well I'll just have to keep that in mind then, huh?" You said shooting him a glance.

Smirking he replied, " Don't go getting too many good ideas."

" I won't."

With that he leaned up to send a squeeze to your thigh before reaching and grabbing another card.

" Mm. This is a good one." Austin's lips twitched up into a smirk while he shot you a look.

" Oh god." You laughed rolling your eyes, " Dare I ask? "

" Yes, please dare." He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed, " Go ahead then."

" Five, If there's a particular part of you I should touch to get you in the mood. Where would it be?" He questioned.

Playfully humming while placing your pointer finger to the corner of your lips, the curiosity of wanting to know where he thought it was himself popped in," Before I answer where do you think it is, Mr. Butler?"

" Well, honey." He sighed leaning back against the couch," Based on months of bountiful research and exhausting observations. I'd have to say it'd be your neck."

Dammit.

He was right. You loved when he touched your neck. It always left you breathless in more ways than one.

" You sure, " You challenged figuring to keep your cool," Because if I recall your always touching my thighs."

And it was true. If the two of you were laying down to read or watch a movie Austin either had to have his head rested in your lap or hands stuffed between the crevices of your thighs. In the car, Austin only drove with his left hand because his right was specially reserved for your thigh. Whenever your being a little bratty or you say something about yourself that Austin isn't fond of, you better believe he is going to send a good little pinch to your thigh before kissing the spot all better.

" That's because their my particular part of you that gets me in the mood." He informed looking at you while gliding a singular finger up your thigh to the hemline of the shorts you wore. Still never dropping eye contact he continued, " But I know it's your neck because whenever we make love and I run my hand across your neck or decide to take a good little grip on it. That my love, is when you come for me the hardest." He finished.

By now that same finger had turned into a full hand that had found it's way up to get a nice gentle but firm hold on your neck. He softly used it to pull you to him and place a nice sloppy kiss to your lips making a moan release from your throat.

Pulling back he let go with a smug grin on his face to your annoyed but disheveled expression before motioning for you to draw a card while you tried to collect yourself.

Once you had settled the waves below, you a bit shakily grab the next card, clearing your throat, " Okay. Six. What is one activity that makes you feel alive?"

Without a doubt Austin knew his answer, " Easy. Horseback riding. Nothing like making that bond with a horse, the trust you build with them is pure. And then being out and open with nature. Clearing your mind and body. It's refreshing." He explained. " I think that's why filming The Shannara Chronicles was one of my favorite projects so far." He furthered grabbing a sip of the Yerbamate on the table.

" Yep and I'll have to take your word for it, babe." You quickly chirped making Austin sigh.

Ever since you and Austin had stumbled on the topic of horseback riding one day and you had revealed to him that while you thought horses were absolutely majestic and beautiful from a distance, under no circumstances would you ever consider getting on one. Period. And to him this was a great injustice...almost as big as when you told him you didn't like PB & J's.

You shuddered at the thought.

" Baby for the thousandth time. I'm telling you it's not as scary as you think it is. And you won't know until you try it. That thing with the girl was just a freak accident. That's a exception." Austin tried to argue but still you just shook your head unphased. You knew what you'd witnessed all those years back and you were good.

" Austin." You started, " The poor girl broke her back and part of her collarbone after one of them threw her off and fell on her. I seen it happen. It's like he WWE smushed her ass on the ground." You recalled watching a friend of a friend in high-school's scary interaction with the creature. It was terrifying. " Plus I'm pretty sure that she wasn't exactly ever the same in the membrane after that either." You added thinking about some of the antics the girl had gotten into post injury.

Austin blew out a breath, " Honey, while I think the situation is terrible. I'm pretty sure there was other factors that went into the happening. But I'm telling you that it's not normally like that. You just have to trust yourself and the horse."

Hearing him you still you were unchanged and really wanting to chance the topic so you came up with the compromise, " Okay okay okay. I hear you, Aus. And I'll think about it some more okay." You suggested shooting him a look to send the message that you were ready to move on.

Taking the hint he settled for what you were giving with a somber smile and moved to pick up another card, " So the next one is a little heavier, if that's alright?" Austin questioned staring down at the card.

Feeling like you could fully trust him you nodded, " Go head, babe." You prompted preparing yourself.

" Seven, in your opinion which is worse. Emotional or physical cheating? " He asked looking directly into your eye line.

" Oh." You spoke. It wasn't like you couldn't answer or that this wasn't something the two of you hadn't discussed. It was just a bit of a uncomfortable topic was all.

" Well being honest..." You trailed looking over to his face that was locked in on yours.

" Yeah." Austin encouraged.

Taking a second to collect your thoughts you began, " Like I said before, cheating no matter what is a deal breaker for me. But, being honest I think their equally as bad in opinion. I know anyone can argue it anyway. But the way I see it is that it takes something emotional in the first place to drive someone to cheat physically. I feel like if we're in a exclusive relationship where we're trusting and committing our bodies to only each other and you go and share that part of you with someone else it's a betrayal. And same thing with emotional. If we're in a relationship and I'm giving my all to let you know that there isn't anything that you should feel like you can't come to me about, and you still go and share those parts with someone else. That's also pretty bad so..." You finished looking him directly in eye.

Austin nodded taking in what you were saying completely. This wasn't his first time hearing you express your expectations when it came to this type of dishonesty, but it was good to hear again all the same, " I hundred precent agree with everything you've said. And vice versa over here. I think our communication is good enough to where we can communicate our needs effectively to each other. But I still want you to know that we're never going to get to that point, honey. That's one of the reasons that ring is on your finger. It's a promise." Austin sincerely confessed making your heart expand.

You peaked down at the promise ring on your finger and then back at Austin.

" I know."

" Good."

" Alrighty moving on. Eight. Is applesauce suppose to be warm or cold? " You posed.

" Cold." Austin immediately responded, " That's the only right answer."

You nodded, " I whole-heartedly agree. And I'm glad to know that you aren't a nutjob. "

" Noted. Next." Austin laughed picked up a card, " Nine. What is something that you wanna like but just can't? "

You sighed in faked despair, " Saunas. I really wanted to be that girl. The insta-fit chick that has the whole sauna self care bit going. But I realized how much I really don't like being sweaty unless absolutely necessary. " You informed to a smirking Austin.

Before he could open his mouth you reiterated, " I SAID ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY."

His hands shot up in defense while he snickered, " All I was going to ask was if you wanted to get sweaty later. But seeing as that wouldn't be absolutely necessary. I guess not." He shrugged.

Smacking your teeth you grabbed a pillow to childishly toss at Austin while you tell him that getting sweaty with him will always be absolutely necessary in your book. " I'll hold you to that." He says shooting you the infamous look.

" Look forward to it. But first we have to finish this before we start something else, " You remind him picking up a new card, " Ten. Name the most fond memory you have with your moth-" You stopped mid- question instantly regretting asking, you hadn't meant to bring it up. Idiot.

Quickly you tried to shift and grab another card while shooting him a sympathetic look, " I'm sorry, babe. I- I should have read the card in my head before I read it out lo-"

But he halted your movement softly grabbing your hand, " It's okay It's alright, B-"

" No, Austin it's not I sho-"

" You should just go ahead and let me answer. I promise it's okay. Matter of fact..I want to." He said holding your eye contact to show you he was sincere until you agreed leaning back.

" I know I've said this in interviews before, but growing up not to faraway from Disney and Knotts Berry, my mom and I would go all the time. Finish all my homework earlier in the day and then drive over. We used to spend hours riding the rides or just sitting on the park benches and talking. Because I was so shy and homeschooled on top of it she was bestfriend. I could sit and talk to her about anything....God I miss her." Austin reminisced bringing a smile to his face. You could see the tears forming in his eyes and in return yours did the same.

Instinctively you reached out to him which he accepted offering you a spot on his lap.

You held onto him in silence drinking in his warmth and touch while enjoying the quiet comfort you were offering through the silent intimacy. The two of you stayed just like that for awhile. Your head against his chest listening to the melody of his heartbeat and feeling the weight of his head rested on yours. His hands ran up and down your spine gripping and rubbing.

You felt oddly harmonious with each other.

The two of you stayed like that before you let go when the brilliant idea of desert popped in your mind. Remembering that Beatrice had dropped off a royal raspberry drizzle cheesecake. You went to the kitchen coming back with two plates carrying carefully sliced pieces. You were sure this would lighten the mood.

Austin smiled taking his plate and offering you a " Thank you, baby." And a kiss to the temple.

From there you resumed your game.

" Eleven. What is the most precious or important thing you own? " Austin asked before taking the bite of cheesecake you were offering.

" Um. " You sounded setting the desert plate on the coffee table, " Well, babe. I'm gonna have to cheat a little bit." You confessed.

" Oh. How's that." Austin inquired.

" I'm gonna have to list some things." You confirmed.

Smiling Austin says, " I'll allow it."

" Good. Okay so the most precious and important things I own in no particular order is my promise ring, the blanket my mom made me, our fern, my mother's ring, and my lucky smiley hat." You listed.

" You know I love when you wear that hat." He laughed, " You always look so cute. Remember when you wore it when we went to go see the jazz band in the park. Everyone tried to steal it off of you."

" Yeah it was quite interesting. Having to fight off people with John Coltrane playing in the back."

" But anywho. Twelve, If we were role playing. What would you dress me up as? " You bite your lip waiting on his response. You were extremely curious to hear his answer.

You had to adjust yourself a little bit as you felt the gates to your 'oasis' starting to open up even more than earlier from the way he was looking at you.

" Honestly? " Austin's eyebrow raised.

" Of course. Wouldn't want it any other way." You responded.

" Well, even though it may sound cliché. In my younger years," He laughed, " The whole French maid thing intrigued me for a bit."

Your mouth twitched in a smile, " Know what. I'm not surprised. That checks out."

" What?! What's that suppose to mean? "

You laughed at his playfully offended expression while he clutched his chest, " It means that you seem like a french maid kind of man, babe. Classy. You already have this old school charm to you. So it's on-brand that you'd be into that." You elaborated.

He looked at you a second before saying a simple, " Thats fair. "

Tilting his head at you he continued, " So, if a little french maid outfit just happened to appear in your size around here somewhere. And I called to say my office may need some dusting...would you be willing to oblige." He suggested leaning over and biting at his lip.

You leaned in and said, " Oui."

He groaned and blushed a bit in response moving to grab another card only to laugh when he read it, "Right on topic. Thirteen. How many children do you want someday? "

" Um...uh..well it really depends. When I was younger I always wanted to be like cheaper by the dozen or the mine, yours, and ours family. " You giggled thinking about how you wanted a brood of children to homeschool, make three meals a day for, and be driven absolutely crazy by. But as you got older and life took it's fuzzy fun filter off and you began seeing the true colors of the world, that life started to seem less and less ideal.

You caught Austin's face which was mixed with curiosity and glee. Even though you guys had had some conversations here and there that involved kids he'd never heard this from you before. He was intrigued, "Seriously you wanted twelve kids. You with twelve kids?" He repeated for emphasis.

You laughed, " Yeah. Believe it or not. I like kids and I love my nieces and nephews even though I don't get to see them as much as I'd like. So, in a perfect fantasy world. But being realistic though. I think I would like two or four. I wanna have enough but not too many to where I won't have the energy or the time to give them all as much equal time and attention." You explained.

" I get that. And I like that it's even numbers. So no one will ever be left out of games and they'll be able to pair up when we go out to fairs or do activities." He added with a gleam in his eye.

Austin couldn't lie and say that hadn't thought of what life would be like settling down with you and hearing little footsteps roam the halls. Some could say it was too soon to be thinking about things like that, but he couldn't help. You made him want a future with you.

And vice versa.

" Exactly. Don't want anyone getting lonely." You agreed trying to play off the blush that had captured your face. You pulled a card, " Fourteen. What's your favorite thing about me?" You asked.

" There's so many different things, honey." Austin sighed trying to rack his brain to be able to just pick one thing, and then he said it, " Your unflinching ability to be kind to everyone."

Your twisted up your face, " Really, you think so? "

It wasn't like you were saying that you thought you were mean. I mean sure you did your best to try and be nice and kind to everyone you came across, but you weren't the type to just stick that label to yourself.

" YES REALLY. " Austin emphasized, " You'd literally give anyone the clothes off your back and shoes off your feet. You never cease to amaze me with the grace you have with people even when they don't deserve it. Especially in that situation with the Paps the other week. I know it took a lot not to respond to the name calling and picking but you just kept going and even told the man to have ' a blessed day'." Austin recalled the icky interaction you'd had with paparazzi while out with some friends.

Shaking your head you waved him off, " I just do what I was raised to do. It's a natural thing. Can't sweat that." You said.

And that's exactly what I want you to teach our children. Austin thought.

" Yeah, babe. I know. But it still adds to your amazingness. " He concluded picking a card, " Alright. Fifteen. Where is somewhere you've always wanted to go, but never been? "

Your answer was almost instant, " Italy."

Austin blinked fast smiling, " That was fast."

You shyly grinned, " Yeah I know. I didn't mean to say it that fast but that's my number one. I've just always been fascinated by the food and culture. And I really feel like I wanna go and immerse myself in it. Ya' know experience it for myself." You told him of your dream.

It was true too. You could see yourself having authentic pasta and taking walks along the rivers. Finally trying pure gelato. Visiting different museums and taking rides on the gondola. It might sound like cliché tourist behavior but you wanted it all.

Austin was taking note of how you lit up while talking about the idea of visiting and decided to slip that note into his pocket for later.

Once you'd finished your mini ranting you picked a card, " Sixteen. Name something that you're weirdly good at? "

Austin noodled on the question. Then you watched him grab one of the unused napkins as he started to twist and pinch it in his hands.

Curious you asked, " What're you doing, my sweet baboo? "

Feeling fuzzy at the name he responded, " You'll see. Just wait a second, honey."

So waited and watched him. You found it cute how concentrated he looked.

And before you knew it. He was handing you a beautifully crafted rose napkin.

" Awe Austin." You gushed. " It's so cute. How'd you learn to do that? "

" Ah'. It's just something I randomly picked up once. But I think I've gotten pretty good at it over the years." He said.

" I hope you know I'm going to force you to do this with all our napkins now, right." You teased.

" That's fine. Anything for you, mama." He moved closer to you now wrapping a arm around you.

You didn't know why but him saying that, had made something jump in you. Something hot.

And the closer he got, the more you looked at his face. And the more you looked at his face, the more you wanted to sit on it.

Not being able to help yourself you managed to move in and capture your his lips with yours. They were always so soft.

After a minute almost reluctantly he pulled back catching apart of his breath, " Woah, Mama. Wait a minute. As much as I'd love to keep going. Don't you still wanna finish the game first? " He asked cupping your face with a hand.

"Nope." You popped the P, " Not really." You spoke before pulling him back in. He groaned in your mouth at the added friction you brought by started to grind slowly into his lap.

Still once more he found the strength to move away, " You sure?"

You nodded, but just then a funny little tease came to mind, " Know what. Actually, I do have one last question honey." You said running your against his cheek.

" Go for it, darling."

" Final question. What's your favorite sex position." You questioned positioning yourself up some more. You could see the fire dancing in his eyes and from the way he licked his lips you were sure there were fiery thoughts that accompanied them.

He sighed biting his bottom lip, " Well. If you must know. As old fashion as it may sound. I'd have to say missionary." Taking a squeeze of your ass.

" Why? " You coyly asked.

" Because I like to be able to look you directly in the eye when I make you come over and over again. The faces you make, always looks like art. Care to be my muse? " He asked taking his hand away from your face to move it along down to your throat.

And with that all you could do was nod before you found yourself on your back, on the couch looking a pretty man in the eye while he gave you pretty amazing orgasms.

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anewp0tat0 · 1 year ago

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AAAAHHHHH!! CONSIDER MY SHIT FLIPPED!! THE BLACK BUTLER LIVES! What are your thoughts on the new art style?

BRO I'm with you, flipped like that pancake I managed to throw half out the pan😩 I still can't believe. best Monday every fr.

and ooo thanks for the question, I wanna hear your thoughts after this👀 I've already said a little bit about this in the tags of some other posts, as well as touched on it in my master post of the crew, but I suppose I may give a big final answer(for now, from this teaser).

judging the art alone, not the fact that we get a new anime or anything exciting like that, just the art alone... it's very pretty!

yea this is very pretty. the kid looks great, small and good, and his hair looks feathery and neat, so I approve. I think they nailed his general proportions, I think they'll do a great job at keeping them consistent during episodes! the image to the right does looks a tiny bit like a 3d asset, which is a bit jarring compared to the previous anime style, but I'm flexible towards this change. even if he looks like a video game cutscene character, I usually love cutscenes!!

but here's the drama I'm sure you're here for. yes, unfortunately, there are some wee things that I don't love as much🤏

the first thing, it really doesn't matter and I should shut up about it now... but YOU asked so ajdjfksksk why did they have to shrink sebs jaw cmon my favorite art of him ever was during the Greenwitch arc so don't tell me I'll NEVER be able to see that style of him animated😫 I just like prominent features man. I know he's meant to be pretty but but but....

ah okay. heres the main thing that I think most people may agree with.

these are two screenies of sebster from the teaser. honestly, as ☆luxurious☆ as his lashes are, I'm not a fan of the left image. the airbrush on his hair feels a tad overdone. I love the attention to detail, especially in the one on the right, it shows a lot of love! but there's just something about it that's a bit off for me.

and I think after 24 hours I've finally figured it out: it's the colors.

the realization started to hit me when I saw my favorite edit so far here by @ashxketchum. the colors have been edited to be much more saturated and warm. and I think this is exactly what is missing here.

I even tried my own hand at it, and yea personally, I think slapping a saturation, tint, and just a BIT of contrast on the whole thing can do numbers on it.

already I like it(no I'm not just praising my own work, it's not the best edit out there I did it in 30 secs). I think the reason for this is because the background is very rich in contrast and warm tones, so the characters(particularly sebastian who is all black) stand out when they are muddy and low contrast. I love stylistically when contrast is high, but that's just a personal thing, and I shouldn't hold a studio to those standards.

I tried it for the poster too though, which again I felt was a bit off. official art has never been the most top tear, and the poster is GOOD, the background is awesome and the two peeps looks amazing. but my problem with it was clear once I did another color edit.

(edit on the right)

again, I feel like everything was very muted in the left original, not to mention a tad monochromatic. I really think a kick of contrast and hue could do wonders.

BUT. I know that at the end of the day, it's not a big deal. I don't really care. would it make my day or whole year if they slapped a color filter on it, or continued to work on the color grading of the scenes? probably yea! but my opinion isn't obsolete, and most of all, I look forward to and respect the artists decisions.

so no I'm not "fixing" the art😅😒.

and finally, I think this is awesome:

(I had forgotten but this gif is edited by @kilruas from this post)

GORGEOUS. could it turn some people off cause it's mostly cg? maybe. idc though. gorgeous. gimme some of that beverage.

sorry for the rant, hope it's what you wanted! I think that's everything... I like it 85%!

#my asks #thanks for the ask bud!#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji 2024 #2024 anime #my text posts

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pipsqueakparker · 13 days ago

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tagged by @sunsetofdoom - thaaaank you again! <3 (the snippets you posted last week & this week are gnawing at my brain, i can't wait to see more of that fic)

anyway - writing has been difficult, but i've been trying to work on some kiss prompts you all have sent me (yes i promise i see them and i'm working on them, and also please feel free to send me prompts whenever bc i do love filling them when i can!!) SOOO here's a little snippet from one of those

(this is yet to be edited so if you see issues with switching tenses, no you don't) (i fix those later rn i'm just trying to put words on the page)

Stolas’ hands were folded in his lap and Blitzø wanted to reach out and take one. Normally, he would have hesitated, but after everything they had been through… what’s the point? He let himself do it, fitting his claws between Stoals’ talons and letting their interlocked hands rest in the space between them. It didn’t help the waver in Stolas’ voice as he continued, “I’m afraid I’m… overstaying my welcome, so perhaps –” Blitzø didn’t hear the end of that sentence, he didn’t even want to let Stolas finish it. He tightened his grip on Stolas’ hand, turned his body to face the other to say, “What the fuck are you talking about?” It comes out too harshly, but he doesn’t care. He meant it a little harshly because Stolas has never sounded dumber in his life. “I – well, I just mean – I don’t wish to impose any –” “Who the fuck said you were imposing?” Blitzø asks, voice still sharp but also edged with genuine curiosity. “Have I said that? Or… acted like that? Did Loona say something – ?” “No! No – I… I’m sure you two would like your space back, though –” “Satan’s fucking cunt, Stols.” Blitzø pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand, pointedly keeping a tight grip on Stolas with the other. “You’re usually so fucking smart, how are you this fucking stupid?” “Pardon?” Stolas flinches at that, would pull his hand away if Blitzø didn’t have it in a death grip, though the motion does catch Blitzø’s attention.

i'll tag @adhdfuelednightmare (this one might be for u 👀), @mothballmilkshake, @phoenix-arising & @thedeerman if y'all wanna

#wip wednesday #my fic

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hxneyfarm · 2 years ago

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WIP wordsearch game!

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

tagged by the lovely and wonderful @delta-piscium

my words: laugh, wear, sleep, look, thigh

(all snippets are from greatest hits and subject to change at a moment's notice because we are in editing mode on this bad boy <3)

laugh:

“And I apologized. Y’know, the comment about old habits, Harrington… that was kind of out of line.”

“Yeah? Well, I meant it. You were running away.”

“And you weren’t?” Eddie asks.

Steve sighs and drags his hand through his hair. He leans with his hip up against the counter and crosses his arms again. “Can we not do this again today?”

Eddie scoffs a laugh and shakes his head, moving to the fridge to get them each a beer. “Civil for the kids, right?” “No, Eddie, not just for the kids. You piss me off like no one I’ve ever met but goddamn. I want you here, okay? Who else is gonna gang up on Mike Wheeler with me?”

wear:

“You’re so hot. So fucking hot. You’ve got this fuckin’ mouth, Stevie. Looks like you wear that fruity lip gloss sometimes, makes me wanna taste ‘em. Sometimes,” Eddie hesitates, unsure if he should say it. “Sometimes I wonder what you’d look like suckin’ me off.”

He watches Steve take that bottom lip in between his teeth, his hips and thighs twitching a little. Like he’s enjoying hearing Eddie talk about him like this.

sleep:

It lingers between them, taking up space. Eddie waits. Eddie'll wait forever, if that’s what it takes. He looks away from Steve. “I won’t,” he says. “Not till you ask.”

“Thanks.” Steve clears his throat and slaps the tops of his thighs as he goes to stand, effectively resetting the anxious silence between them. “Tired?”

Not in the slightest, Eddie wants to say, but he stands as well. “Yeah. Let’s get some sleep. It’s late. Should I, uh…?” he gestures to the couch, still a little unsure of where they are after the fight.

Steve’s expression is unreadable. “If you want.”

“And if I don’t?”

“Then come to bed.”

look:

Maybe if Steve doesn’t feel like the pressure is on him to initiate their fooling around, Eddie will be able to have a little more of him, a little more frequently, and they can take their time a little quicker.

Steve touches him then, as he and Eddie stand there in the kitchen. He draws the tip of his finger up the back of Eddie’s bare arm, goosebumps rising in its wake, before encircling his wrist in a loose grip. “Your arms look good in that shirt,” Steve murmurs, his voice so quiet it’s as if he’s afraid any more volume would shatter the moment.

“Yeah? Tell me more about how good I look.”

Steve rolls his eyes and scoffs, and he reaches up to tug at Eddie’s ponytail. “In your dreams, Munson.”

thigh:

“Is this okay?” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of Steve’s ear.

“Yeah.”

“What happened to not jumping back in, dick first?”

“Will you shut up already and just -” Steve presses back against him again, and Eddie can feel where the seam of his ass is against his cock.

He’s sure Steve can feel it too, the implication of what they’re doing. They are both right at the edge of that line, the very first and most important boundary. Eddie can’t penetrate him like this, of course, with two layers of cotton between their bodies, but it’s a direct simulation of what could be. It’s a technicality at best. Eddie thrusts again, gasping at the catch and drag of the head of his cock against - what? Steve’s thigh? His crack? His hole? At this angle, Eddie can’t tell.

“Turn over,” Eddie whispers, and Steve does. Eddie takes a moment to position them the way he wants, with one of his thighs between Steve’s legs and one of Steve’s thighs between his. He goes to put a hand on Steve’s hip but stops himself, moves his hand up to his waist instead. He guides Steve to thrust against his thigh.

wait this was so fun, i forgot some of these bits existed, but i'm feeling super motivated now to spend the rest of the night writing!

no pressure tags: @barbariansteves , @corrodedbisexual, @matchingbatbites, @anzelsilver

your words: first, blank, under, lips, deep

(you're right del coming up with words was hard)

#wip games #steddie #greatest hits

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gifsbysimplysonia · 1 year ago

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Ooof, do I have thoughts on the original post.

Cuz being as self conscious as I am, all of the damned statements referenced are things I've thought and things I've read from others. But they don't UPSET me like they do the OP, I guess. They actually are proof to me of how important this writing is to the author to SHARE but how EXHAUSTED they are by the PROCESS they THINK they have to follow in order to present the work.

I don't mind if a doggo or kitty brings me a dead rat and leaves it by my feet lol Is it gross and a bit off putting? Sure lol I wasn't looking to be on the receiving end of that. But to that doggo or kitty? IT IS A GIFT lol LEGIT! It means something to THEM cuz of the process they went to and because THEY CARE ABOUT YOU and think this is something WORTH presenting.

If they don't have all the finesse? I personally am ok with that.

Sometimes all these rules make it so I don't wanna even attempt to share and the comments by the OP are, like, a perfect example as to why. I don't want to be thought of or looked at as LESS because I admitted to my exhaustion or how terrible I am with endings and titles.

But I know I can't be the only one who is ok with stuff being presented not as polished? I hope I'm not.

IDK. I just wanted to put this out there because I don't expect perfection and I don't look down on anyone else for anything referenced in the original post.

I want creators to create and, if compelled, to share. Because it's always a gift. Someone sharing their writing is them sharing a part of their mind, heart, soul, inner workings ... and for those who prefer more polished and perfected presentations?

Dare I say that they can scroll on by. But for us who like to try new things, different things, or give folks a chance? We can click that READ MORE link and see where it takes us, offer what feedback and help we can on those tags or a title or an ending?

Remember as creators we are ALL GOING THROUGH IT.

As My Doctor (twelfth) famously said:

Always try to be nice. Never fail to be kind.

Especially when it comes to daring to put yourself out there as vulnerable by sharing your creations - art, writing, edits, anything. They are parts of us. Maybe Judge Judys need not apply? Unless we ASK for it cuz some of us WANT that critical feedback but in general, maybe we don't put rules down for others even if we like them or they help us. They might not help everyone, and tough love often backfires.

All I want for fellow creators is the freedom to be themselves, create through whatever process works, and present however they feel ready to do so. I believe in my heart of hearts that your work WILL find the audience it's meant to, and not me or anyone else can tell ANY CREATOR the worth of what they do, spesh not for what some folks might opine is "missing."

I know you care about what you're sharing. No creator has ever made themselves vulnerable in that way with a piece of work that does not mean something to them, so for someone to say "well your LACK OF blah blah tells me you don't care."

Nah, folks. Just nah. I know you care but I also know how exhausted so many of us are from this thing called life. You don't owe anyone polish or presentation or perfection.

Just show us you. Those of us who care enough will find you and respond.

Love and respect to all my fellow creators.

I'm begging y'all, put at least minimum care into how you present your fics to the public.

"idk man you name it im tired" as a title tells me you didn't care.

"This is STUPID" in the tags. Okay, I won't read it then.

"I don't know how to do tags" tells me you didn't bother taking one look at any page in the archive to see how others tag and use it as reference. Or, you know, you could have asked, too.

"idk if this is trash, bc I worte this in the middle of the night bc idrk" in the summary doesn't really encourage me to open the story.

3 lines of tags on a 4k monitor, none of which are actual searchable tags but a stream of consciousness about the author's sleeping habits and music preferences, tell me you don't know what your story is about if you can't give us 2-4 main tropes and themes. Also, this isn't tumblr, come on mate.

"I hate myself for this fic" okay? Why did you write it then if it brought you discomfort? Moreover, why did you post it???

"Why Did I Write This?" well, hobbies are about joy and fun, if writing doesn't make you happy then maybe it's time to look for something else to do in your free time? No point in making yourself miserable.

"The Author Regrets Everything" paired with more self-deprecating tags suggest I better not bother opening the fic because it clearly made the author miserable and why would I be miserable as well?

"killing myself rn" please get help.

0 additional tags is better than that. Writing and sharing fics should be an act of care, not anguish.

#writing #personal #boy did this upset me #as someone who chronically cares too much #and constantly wusses out of sharing writing #this reinforced so many of those fears #but i don't want anyone else to ever be as scared as i always am #support creators

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years ago

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LIAR. TRAITOR. BACKSTABBER.

Request: Plot bunny. Female!Reader is an undercover agent working in a case against Eddie. She's fallen for him but he just found out the truth.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: angst

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Requested by: @attinaadellaalana

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to sex, smoking

A/N: I uhhh apologize in advance. I wrote this while I was sleep deprived so technically it's not completely on me. MIGHT write a part 2 if it hurts too much. Anyways, enjoy (?) <3

Edit: it's done.

Sequel: but years pass and I love you the same (I/II) (II/II)

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Are you sure you have to go?" Eddie's head propped up from the pillows with the sole purpose of me hearing his husky whines all the way from the bathroom.

"I mean," I paused to spit the toothpaste on the sink. "If I wanna keep my job, I gotta show up, don't you think?" I peeked out of the bathroom door to see Eddie still in bed. "Plus, if I'm late again, my boss will ask for my head."

"Ugh." A smile of endearment escaped my lips when Eddie buried his head back into the cushioning in defeat. "I hate your boss."

"Really? I didn't notice." I teased, trotting to his room to grab my jacket and plant a kiss on top of his crown. "Don't go to sleep again, alright?" He hummed affirmatively in response.

As I ran to the living room to grab my backpack, I heard the mattress squeak. Better get out before Eddie got to the couch, or else he would drag me with him; I couldn't leave without the backpack.

Where was the damn backpack?

"Y/n! Hold on," Eddie was walking down the short hall, the bag's strap on his hand and...the zipper was unfastened. I had left it fucking open.

I prayed for him to be still in a somewhat lethargic state due to the early hours, and not think about looking inside.

"You forgot your..." His voice died down, a confused frown bringing his brows together when his eye briefly flickered down to the contents of the bag. "Wha— what's this?" His feet halted close enough for me to see the cogs turning in his mind, yet too far away for me to subtly snatch the bag out of his grasp.

"Uh, nothing, it's just—" My heart stopped beating when he used both his hands to open the backpack further, tilting the inside to the window to get a better view with the sunlight's help. "y'know, work stuff."

That was my first mistake. Eddie's attention left my bag for a moment so he could shoot me a baffled look. "Work stuff. Y'know, I'd be kinda concerned if this was work stuff." He shook the backpack in my direction before resuming his investigation. "is this a mic? Y/n." Eddie kneeled down to thoroughly check whatever 'work stuff' meant, giving me a suspicious side eye as he did so. "What's this for?"

"Work."

"Stop lying!" He urged, distractedly pulling on the wires taped on the lining.

"I'm not lying!" And I wasn't. That was the problem.

"Why would you need this at work, Y/n?!" He desperately shook the bundle of sends and the recorder attached to it at me. And then, as it all started to visibly click for him, he lowered it to his lap, gaze lost while he connected the dots. "Who do you work for?"

"I— where's this coming from?"

"Answer my question."

"We literally met when I started working at Hawkins High counseling department." I gulped at the slow turning of his head, his brown eyes darkening with something I couldn't quite decipher. "Eddie, I swear this is work stuff, I just can't tell you 'cause of the whole confidential thing."

Silence.

"You think I'm stupid?" He inquired in a low, offended tone with squinted eyes.

"I think you're being paranoid."

"Am I?" He huffed, letting his hand dive deep into the bag. "Am I being paranoid?"

"Yes! Yes you are!" I would have doubled down as many times as I had to for him to, at the very least, drop the topic, but Eddie was relentless.

"You're gonna have to cut me some slack, alright sweetheart?" He spoke like he was desperately trying to stay calm on the outside while a thousand emotions cut through his insides. "I think I earned it, y'know?" He jumped up from the floor to stalk into the kitchen, and I had to fight the urge to throw my lighter into the damn bag. "After going through all that fucking... bullshit last month." He came back to his previous spot with a knife.

"What are you doing?"

"Being paranoid, apparently." He patted the bottom of the backpack until he found what he was looking for. Trapping his tongue between his lips, he took a hold of the fabric and ripped it with the blade.

"Eddie, stop." I finally gave in to the panic of him finding out about what my job really was, and kneeled in front of him, my hands scrambling to get a hold of his before he could pull what rested between the lining and the cover of the bag.

"Like hell I'm gonna stop." He limited himself to respond, pulling the first casette he could get and putting distance between us. "Why the fuck is this inside the lining, Y/n?"

"Wait!" before I could do anything, he took off to his bedroom with the tape. By the time I reached him, the recording was already on his walkman, being played through his headphones. "Shit."

I was torn between approaching him, sat on the floor with his back against the side of his mattress, or staying still at the doorframe.

Seeing the way his face turned livid at what he was listening, I came to the conclusion that the latter was the smartest option.

Time and schedule long forgotten, I quietly waited for Eddie to take off the headphones; for my stammering heart, that felt like forever, but soon enough he was pausing the recording, the click of the button putting me under cardiac arrest.

His mouth opened and closed a couple of times, eyes falling on the portable music player resting on his crosslegged lap. When he looked up at me, I saw a couple of rogue tears escaping his watery gaze and rolling down his cheeks that felt like a punch to my stomach.

We stayed like that for a hot minute, until Eddie decided it was time to get up. He tossed the walkman to his bed with the cassette still in it, and moved to stand in front of me with folded arms, his eyes never meeting mine.

"The government sending someone to keep an eye on Hawkins, it wasn't a rumor, was it?" His voice was quiet, so obviously doing his best not to break down in front of me while he put the pieces together. "They were just looking in the wrong fucking place for you." The last word of the sentence was spit out with disgust, as if I was some kind of monster. "It actually makes so much sense, cause why would you fucking infiltrate the PD if you were chasing high schoolers."

"I wasn't chasing anyone."

"You were chasing me!" He shouted, pointing at the walkman.

"Let me explain. Please."

"Can't believe Harrington called it." His words were accompanied by a bitter laugh, both muffled by his palms rubbing his face. "He told us something about you was off and we just fucking ignored him."

"Eddie."

"Said you knew too much, that your reaction to the upside down bullshit was too casual."

"Please just let me explain."

"And I stood up for you! Goddamnit! I can't fucking believe I fell for it." He shook his head, feet pacing before me in the tiny room. "I trust no one. No one! And for once, I choose to trust— to-to open up to a person, and that person it's you and you're—" His voice creaked, lower lip quivering at the mere sight of me. "You're fucking heartless, you know that, Y/n? Is that even your real name?"

"Yes, Eddie, that's my fucking name, alright?!" His frantic steps stopped when I raised my voice. I knew what he was thinking; I had no right to get upset —and he was right—, but the thought of losing him was overwhelming at the very least. "Eddie, please." I brought my palms together to my lips in a pleading manner, searching for those chocolate eyes that were so adamant about evading mine. "I wanna explain. I need you to listen to me now, okay? After that you can—"

He shook his head in the negative, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw. "Leave."

Though I'm sure he intended for it to come out assertive and cold, it sounded fragile and hurt, which was a hundred times worse.

"Eddie."

Finally opening his bloodshot eyes again, he took a step forward, grabbed my bicep and dragged me to the front door, picking the ruined backpack on his way and shoving it into my hands. "I don't wanna see you ever again." He hissed, accusing finger before my face before he shut the door on my nose.

A part of me knew that day would come and tried to prepare me for it, but for some reason, it didn't sink in. Not until I was back in my motel room.

Only when I sat down on the musty bed, only then, I realized that I had lost Eddie to nothing. To nothing. Just a reckless mistake. It wasn't as if I was still working on his case, but I had forgotten to remove the useless tapes from the goddamn lining.

After checking the cassettes, I came to the conclusion that Eddie, ironically, had picked the one that could have actually been of use; the one incriminating not only him but Steve, Dustin, Max and Robin.

I cried my eyes out for the whole night until it mushed into daylight, and then I had no tears left to shed.

Robin called two days after, asking if everything was alright. Steve reluctantly drove her to the motel, which made me suspect Eddie hadn't shared the information he had acquired.

That scared me for so many reasons.

It didn't surprise me, though. It was Eddie after all, and Eddie would have never given me away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

EDDIE'S P. O. V.

The phone kept ringing every now and then. I never picked up, fearing it would be her or... Some other agent, or the military, or those weird guys involved with the Upside Down shit. And why would the give me a call? Well, God knows, but I wasn't going to take any risks —even after having my name cleared by the one and only declared dead former chief of Hawkins PD, Jim Hopper.

Truth is, it was just Dustin checking in. Sometimes Jeff. Robin and Steve too. Hell, even Max had attempted to cross the few yards between her home and my new trailer.

I never opened the door.

I never even left the house —I didn't need to, either. My uncle would resupply our fridge. He assumed I had chosen to stay in due to the amount of hicks harassing me in the streets.

He asked once why Y/n wasn't visiting anymore. At my silence, he probably came to the conclusion that we had broken up, which was technically right, but there was more to it— I just couldn't tell him.

I couldn't tell anyone.

Curiosity was killing me. Not about what she had been doing; that was pretty obvious, no, I was curious about what the fuck she had to explain to me. The mystery was eating me alive, gnawing on my brain. It physically itched.

That's why, after who knows how many weeks and how many beers and how much weed, I found myself driving to that fucking motel. Yeah, that's how I found myself banging on her door, strong enough to wake up everyone stationed in those shitty rooms.

She opened the door with a gun in hand, and I didn't fucking care.

First things first, I thought to myself, throwing full force at her chest the cassette tape that had remained at my place during the time apart. Every single sentence in it had been carved in my gray matter from all the times I had played it.

I took her shock as an advantage to move her out of the way and enter the room, slamming the door closed once I was inside.

Y/n so obviously didn't know what to do with herself. I didn't, either.

"Explain." I simply ordered, my voice croaked from the lack of use in the past... Three weeks? A month? Maybe more— what day was it? "Explain it to me right now so I can move the fuck on."

"Eddie..." Her voice was as soft as ever while with slow, careful movements, she left the gun on top of a drawer, her eyes roaming my frame with sympathy and concern.

I had to look away to prevent myself from crying again. As I turned my head to the side, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror; saying I looked like a corpse would be an understatement.

Great, I was crying. Again. I angrily wiped my tears away, leaving my cheeks blotchy due to the harshness.

A part of me wished Y/n would ground me just like she used to. A tiny, minuscule part of me ached for the comfort of her palms cradling my cheeks, placing my forehead on hers so I would look into her soft eyes while she assured me everything would be okay.

She knew the outcome of that would be either me recoiling like a wounded animal, or her being thrown somewhere in the room as if she was a hazard to my safety.

In all fairness, she had been. She probably still was. Yet, there I stood, in her stupid room waiting for her to coat me in poorly crafted lies that I would believe because I loved her.

"Have you been sleeping?" Her voice was surprisingly calm, just like her demeanor after the initial surprise. Now it was obvious to me why she was so good at handling tense or dangerous situations while staying calm and collected.

Liar. Traitor. Backstabber. I hated her. I hated the way she was soothing me just with her presence.

"Who fucking cares," I spat in a high-pitched tone, eyes squinted and blurry as I tried to convey the pain and anger I felt. "I just want you to explain."

There was hesitation in her eyes before she turned her back to me to walk into the bathroom. "Sit down, please." She commanded, turning on the faucet and filling up a glass with it.

I sat down on the mattress. Why did my body have to listen to her so easily?

In a matter of seconds, she was back in the bedroom, extending her arm to place the glass of water on the nightstand behind me instead of handing it to me.

With a sigh, Y/n made her way to a chair by a desk in the corner of the room and dragged it until it was in front of me. "I can't get into details, alright?" She began, taking a seat to be face to face with me. "But I need you to understand that it's for your safety."

"My safety." I scoffed, a bitter smile tugging up my lips. "As if you give a fuck about me."

"I do." Y/n was refusing to match my pent up anger, and it was driving me crazy. "The guys I work for, they've been on the doctor's tail for a while."

"What doctor?"

"He ran the experiments in Hawkins Lab." Y/n paused while I took a sip of the water she had brought me. "After the whole... Fiasco at the Starcourt mall, My... Boss figured the best way to keep an eye on Hawkins was to have someone in the field." Eye contact never faltered on her part. I couldn't say the same about me. "I was perfect for that. Newcomer, overachiever, young. They knew there were kids involved so—"

"So they sent you to Hawkins High?" She nodded. "You used me to get to Dustin didn't you?"

Y/n shook her head in the negative, rubbing her hands together. "Dustin wasn't even under the scope. Finding out he was one of the kids was just dumb luck."

She was getting anxious, which made my heart stammer while I asked the inquiry she so obviously didn't want to hear. "Who was under rhe scope then?"

There was a sorry, pained look on her as she tilted her head to the side. "You were. You, Nancy and Steve. Jonathan Byers too, but he's not here anymore."

"Why us."

"I can't tell you."

"Y/n."

"I. Can't. Tell you." She accompanied every word with a slap on her thigh.

Silence.

"Are you still working for them?" Nod. More silence. I drew in a sharp breath, gathering up the courage to question her further. "Is that why you were still fucking me?"

"What?" In her outraged, baffled face, a sentence could be clearly read; 'Is that what we came down to?' I felt shame just by looking at her.

"Just answer the question, alright?"

"How do I even answer that?" Tears prickled my eyes once more. It was the lack of sleep, or the weed, or the dust in the room; it was most definitely not the hurt in her voice. "Listen, this" she motioned back and forth between her and me. "wasn't supposed to happen. Officially, this didn't happen, okay?"

"Then why were you fucking me?"

"Eddie! Stop wording it like that!" She snapped, shooting up from the chair and consequently making me flinch. "We were dating! You asked me out and I said yes! It wasn't a part of the fucking case! You think I wouldn't have been able to get those recordings without us being that close?!"

"Great," I retorted, standing up too. "so you were just doing it for fun then!"

"I WAS DOING IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

My breath got caught up in my throat, but that didn't stop Y/n. She was mad now, and, much like me, she needed to let some things out.

"I almost fucked up the entire operation because of you!" Her index finger made contact with my chest for a second, leaving my skin burning underneath the thin shirt I wore. "'Cause I'm there, tryna do my job, and one day you come into Ms. Kelley's office and you're SO FUCKING ANNOYING" Y/n rubbed her temples with gritted teeth at the memory. "but you got the prettiest smile, and I think, 'hey, getting a bit closer won't hurt' AND YOU DREW ME IN LIKE-LIKE A MOTH TO THE LIGHT!" She seethed, violently rubbing her face with both her hands. "This wasn't a twisted scheme to frame you for another fucking crime! I just happened to be stupid enough to fall for someone I was investigating!"

Y/n took a deep breath and waited. She waited for some kind of response on my part, and the only thing I could give her was a swift shake of my head.

"I didn't come all the way here for you to tell me some corny, cheap lie." I could barely hear my voice over the thrumming of my heart. She was lying. She was a liar; it made more sense for her to be lying, because why would she love me.

She was taken aback by my hostile reply, so taken aback that a hot minute passed before she reacted to it.

I didn't understand what she was doing, only seeing her go to the left side of the bed, kneel down and pull a suitcase from underneath. She frantically shuffled around the contents of it, muttering curses whilst pulling out a manila folder.

"Sit down." Her tone was harsh, severe; nothing further from the same soft request from earlier. This time, it took me a second too long to comply, which led to Y/n pushing me back to the bed. The manila folder collided with my face just when my ass landed on the mattress. "There goes your fucking lie."

We made eye contact for a second. Her eyes were puffy and welled up; it felt wrong to see her like that, so I looked down, focusing on the documents laying on my lap. She stalked out of the room before I could even open it.

Inside, there were at least a dozen papers. Most of its content had been crossed out with black sharpie. My full name and personal data, along with a picture of my face, still adorned the front page. The big red stamp that said 'RULE-OUT' over it was difficult to miss.

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READER'S P. O. V.

A cool breeze outside the motel dried the hot tears running down my cheeks while I lit my second cigarette. My forearms rested on the rusted second floor's railing, gaze scanning the darkness of the Hawkins woods while I waited for Eddie to leave the room.

He had been in there for a good while now. Taking a shaky puff out of the cigarette, I wondered if he had decided to go through the rest of the files. I also wondered why I didn't care if he did.

The door behind me creaked open, dim yellow light slipping out of it. Eddie's fingers trembled when he braced himself on the railing by my side. He either didn't know what to say, or didn't know how to.

"I haven't slept either, you know?" I commented, surprising myself at how numb yet broken I sounded. "Not properly, anyway."

"I didn't tell anyone." He whispered, his voice dangerously similar to mine.

"I know." My gaze drifted from the forest before us to his hands. Had I not know better, I would have said he ached to hold me just as much as I did to hold him. "I miss you."

Silence.

"I don't know how to come back from this." He confessed, fear and fragility very much present in his usually overconfident pitch.

We crossed glances, equally watery and sad. After an instant of pondering, I confessed, "Me neither."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water a couple of times before our irises broke away once more. There was so much left unsaid on both sides, yet it felt like nothing we could say would change the outcome.

So, instead of talking, we just stayed there, crying in silence by each other's side, sneaking wistful glances at one another until the late night turned into early morning and the Sun began to rise.

Then, as if by mutual accord, we peeled ourselves off the railing, and yet another charged silence accompanied our longing stares. There were no half smiles, no jokes, no goodbyes, nothing.

I took a hesitant step forward, not quite knowing what my intentions were. It didn't matter, though; I couldn't get far before Eddie's arms engulfed me in the tightest hug we had shared.

The boy held onto my tired frame for dear life, burying his face on the crook of my neck while he pulled me flush against him; I did the same.

"You're the best thing that happened to me in a long time." He blurted out, words barely audible vibrating against my exposed skin, triggering a loud sob out of me. "I need you to know that." He was soon pulling away, not before planting a firm kiss on my temple.

Eddie didn't dare to spare me a glance as he stepped back, face casted down and shoulders shaking, and did a 180 in order to make his way to the motel stairs.

I saw him rush to his van, hands first shoved deep in his pockets and then wiping his face each couple of seconds. He fidgeted with his keys for a moment, struggling to open the vehicle, and once inside, it took him a few minutes to drive off.

I imagined myself running down the stairs and tapping on the passenger's window like I had done in the past.

Instead, I just stood there and watched him drive off before lighting yet another cigarette.

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years ago

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First Period

Holland family X Sister!Reader

Summary: After a bad day at school your brothers treat you to candy and movies.

Warnings: mentions blood, first period, periods in general, embarrassing moment at school, fluff. I edited it half asleep so if there are any mistakes go ahead and let me!

Reader's age: 14

A/n: this is a request! I lost the ask sorry 😬but it was something like: "can you write a Holland!Sister fic that's just comfort and fluff." So here it is! I hope the person who requested this sees it. It was from an anon so I can't tag them or I would. So if you're the person who sent that in thank you! I don't write for tom or his family much, but I hope you like it!

Today sucked for you, it all started at school. You were waiting in line for lunch, and a girl who was in year 12 tapped on your shoulder.

"Hey."

"Yeah?" You asked.

"Wrap this around your waist and go to the nurse." The girl said taking her jumper that came with the school uniform off her shoulders and holding it out to you.

"Why?" You asked her confused. She leaned in closer before whispering:

"You started your period they'll have an extra change of pants and pads." The girl said giving you a gentle smile. Your face turned bright red as you took the jumper and did as you were told. "It's okay it's normal." She assured you. "I'll hold your place in line."

"Thank you." You said before hurrying off to the nurse's office.

It was so embarrassing, now your walking home with Paddy. You are the youngest Holland sibling along with the only sister. You're two years younger than Paddy, eight years younger than the twins, and ten years younger than Tom.

"What's wrong? You've been quiet this whole time." Paddy questioned. You were the closest with Paddy cause of the lack of a large age gap.

"Nothing." You grumbled as the two of you made it home. Once inside you darted upstairs to your room ignoring your other brothers as you did so. Tom and Harry were back in town for a couple of months in between shooting.

"Paddy, what's wrong with her?" Tom asked as his youngest brother walked into the house.

"She didn't tell me," Paddy said shrugging setting his bag down.

After a few minutes, you emerged from the upstairs scowling.

"Wheres mum?" You asked.

"Work. What's wrong darling?" Tom asked you.

"Nothing mate I'm going back to my room." You grumbled before once again retreating to your room.

"We have to cheer her up." Tom declared to the other three Hollands who were also in the kitchen.

"How she won't even tell us what's wrong." Sam said.

"I don't know." Tom admitted.

While they were discussing how to cheer you up, you were upstairs looking for where your mom kept the pads. Having no luck though. After about 10 minutes of looking, you finally took a deep breath and marched your way down the stairs to where they were still talking.

"I need one of you to give me a ride to the shop." You declared.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"I just need one." You said crossing your arms scowling.

"Just tell us why and we'll give you a ride." Tom said.

"It's girls' stuff." You muttered.

"Speak up mate." Sam said smirking at you.

"Just take me to the shop!" You exclaimed angrily. Taken back from your outburst Tom nodded standing up.

"Okay calm down we were only joking around." Tom said putting his hands up in defense. "I'll take you."

"Thank you!" You said smiling.

"Let me grab my keys." Tom told you. You nodded taking a seat next to Paddy.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked.

"Yeah why?"

"That's a bloody lie mate you just yelled at me, you never yell at any of us!" Sam said.

"Okay let's go now," Tom said walking in with his keys. "You mates wanna come with us?" The three boys looked at each other before smirking and nodding. They were determined to find out why their baby sister was acting the way she's acting.

"Sure!" You groaned but stood up and followed your brothers to the car.

"So y/n what do you need from the shop anyway?" Paddy asked.

"Things. It doesn't matter." You muttered staring out the window as Tom drove.

"Tell us! Come on why don't you trust us?" Tom asked giving you puppy dog eyes through the rearview mirror.

"I need pads." You mumbled, almost instantly did two of your four brother's faces turn bright red. The two sitting next to you in the backseat, Sam and Paddy.

"What did you say?" Tom asked. Harry looked back toward his siblings, you were staring out the window doing your best to ignore your brothers, paddy and Harry had similar flustered looks on their faces.

"I need pads thats all! Can you bloody stop nagging me about this! I just want to get them then go home and be alone!" You exclaimed angrily. That shut your brothers up for the rest of the car ride. None of them knew a lot about periods, but Tom knew it meant you were growing and he didn't like seeing his baby sister grown up. He still remembers the day he found out he was having another sibling, and how he was hoping for a baby sister. He was so happy meeting you, the photo of him holding you as a baby was hung up in his room.

"Okay... You get what you need and meet us here." Tom said awkwardly. You nodded and walked off.

"How do we help her?" Paddy asked Tom.

"I don't know!"

"Candy obviously... Chocolate too." Harry spoke up.

"How do you know that?"

"I overheard mum talking to her." He shrugged.

"Okay we'll get her her favorite snacks!" Sam agreed.

———

You stood with just the pads as you waited for your brothers where you agreed to meet up. You saw them come over they each had a bag but you couldn't tell what was in them.

"Can we just go now?" You asked.

"Yep! Let's go Darling." Tom said.

"What did you guys get?" You asked as the five of you loaded the trunk with the 5 bags.

"Just some snacks." Tom said.

"Okay..." You said climbing into the car.

"So... Uh." Your brothers awkwardly tried to start a conversation.

"What?"

"Who's jumper is tied around your waist?" Sam finally asked, from his seat in the front.

"Oh, some year 12 girl gave it to me..." You mumbled not wanting to talk about it.

"Why?" Paddy asked.

"Mate you're not going to like the answer." You declared.

"Why not?" Tom asked.

"It's bloody gross."

"Oh." Tom said in realization.

"Really why?" Harry asked.

"To hide a bloodstain you happy now?"

"Eww!" Paddy gagged.

"I bloody told you that it was gross. Ugh." You groaned leaning your head on Harry's shoulder.

"I didn't think you literally meant bloody." Paddy defended.

"Let's just put this conversation on a hold please." Harry said.

"We're home." Tom declared finally.

"Finally." You said happily waiting until he parked before you jumped out of the car. Once the trunk was opened you grabbed your bag and ran into the house, unlocking the door before darting to the downstairs bathroom. Finally changing into a clean pad, once you left the bathroom you saw your brothers sitting on the couch with an abundance of snacks.

"Mate get over here we got you snacks." Sam said patting the spot on the couch next to him and Tom. You smiled hurrying over grabbing your favorite kind of candy that was sat on the coffee table before you sat down.

"What movie are we going to watch?" You asked.

———

By the time your parents got home, you and your brothers were asleep with your favorite movie playing in the background. They couldn't help but smile at the sight of their five kids. You were leaning against Tom with your head on his shoulder, his head was on your head, sam was leaning against you his head on your shoulder, Paddy was asleep on the other end of the couch with his legs wrapped over Sam's lap, and harry was against the arm of the couch, Tessa was even cuddled up with you five as well laying with her hand on Harry's lap.

A/n: I don't write for Tom much because I'm not good at writing British dialogue but I think I did good! Also, I kept reading bloody in a British accent 🤣

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flrtwoo · 3 years ago

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wc: 1.3k

as changmin neared the locker room, he heard a bunch of shouts and hoots coming from inside. soon after, a crowd of highschool kids started making their way out of the room, buzzing with energy and excitement. siyeon, who was in the crowd, spotted him and ran towards her favorite uncle.

"uncle changmin!" she shouted, earning a jolt from the clueless guy. when he saw siyeon coming his way, he smiled so wide and opened his arms for her. she jumped into the hug, laughing in happiness.

"that's a lie, you now have all the time in the world to do mom's errands WHICH you can't run away from anymore!"

"okay... maybe but don't think that i'm not dragging you with me to do them!"

you watched changmin and siyeon interact so animatedly from the entrance of the locker room, and you couldn't help but fall even further for the guy who's already stolen your heart. his smile could literally light up the whole world, you truly believed that.

"so i lost to dimples? huh."

you turned to meet the owner of the voice. "younghoon i still don't know how to respond to your comments, i love you but also are we really okay?"

your best friend laughed as he slung an arm around your shoulders. "YES we're okaaay it's just funny to see your reactions whenever i make comments about my crush on you!"

"you're sick, you know that? sick in the motherfriking head." you poked his head, younghoon continuing to laugh. "i know, i know."

from his peripheral vision, he saw changmin waving siyeon goodbye and walking towards you. with that, younghoon made it his cue to leave.

"looks like lover boy is coming right this way, so don't feel pressured to come to the lunch! i'll take care of the kids for now, you enjoooy your time." he teased and winked at you. you pretended to gag, mouthing a "what the fuck?" to him as he shrugged and left your side.

once you faced forward, you were met with a very nervous-looking changmin. "congrats y/n! you're the last person i needed to congratulate, i already spoke with younghoon but yea." he said.

"thanks changmin." you gave him a soft smile. he looked extremely anxious and you didn't know what was going through his head, so the both of you just kind of stood there in an awkward silence.

as you were about to end the conversation because where tf was this going to go, changmin cleared his throat. "i know your busy with the team, but can we talk? there's something i actually need to say to you."

"oh, sure! we can talk outside, at least it doesn't smell like chlorine and sweat out there." you commented, trying to lighten the mood. however, changmin didn't respond and just made a beeline towards the entrance of the arena.

you were confused, a little scared even. "what if he didn't want to be friends anymore? what if he was moving away to someplace far? what if he's not actually human? what if-"

"y/n, don't worry! it's nothing of that sort." he chuckled. "holy shit i thought out loud." your face grew beet red, and you stuttered out an apology for how he shouldn't have heard your thoughts.

you two eventually made it outside after an excruciating minute of you fanning the red out of your face and him trying to hold in his laughter at your embarrassment. you found a bench and sat on it, gesturing for him to follow.

as he sat down, he rubbed his hands against his pants, wiping off the nervous sweat that had formed. "okay, y/n i'll need you to listen to me carefully. let me know your thoughts after, alright?" he asked as he turned to face you.

"will do changmin!" you turned to face him too and flashed him an encouraging smile.

changmin was nervous in front of you, but the warmth you exuded from your smile alone was enough to give him the confidence to just think fuck it and tell you what he's been meaning to tell you for a while now.

"y/n the way we met, it was so, how do i put this... out of the blue? i mean, who expects to be punched during work duty and be pushed into the pool for literally standing there?"

you laughed at this, recalling the memory of how messed up your first and second meetings were.

"okay, i admit the second time was partly my fault, but still! it's crazy to tell people 'yea i met them in a haunted house where i was the scarer they punched'! but honestly, it's a much more interesting story than all the other 'how did you meet?' stories out there."

you nodded in agreement.

"when i met you the third time, you as siyeon's coach and me as her uncle, not gonna lie i wasn't the happiest about that. i'm sure you knew that too. but we kept meeting and meeting again under the most unexpected circumstances, and eventually i just thought 'maybe they're meant to be in my life, one way or another.'"

"we started talking more and hanging out, and soon i started looking forward to every time we talked and, well, hung out. i mean, you made even the boring things seem fun! that time i was studying for that dance theory test? all you did was ask the dumbest questions and i was already on the floor laughing my ass off!"

you wanted to protest about how your questions were NOT dumb, but changmin stopped you.

"i'm sorry, yes your questions were not dumb, i was just kidding." he patted your head, smiling affectionately at you. you rolled your eyes, however a smile similar to his soon made its way to your face too.

seeing you look at him with so much love in your eyes made something in his mind click and suddenly, his thoughts have never been clearer.

his heart's never been happier.

he didn't just like you. you meant so much more to him, and he knew you needed to know.

"what i'm trying to say is: home is somewhere i feel happy in, where i feel comforted, where i feel loved. and if being with you makes me feel those things, then y/n you are my home. and i hope you feel the same way, because i love you."

changmin exhaled as if he was holding his breath the entire time. he looked at you expectantly, waiting for your answer.

you, on the other hand, was shocked. just plain shocked, and you didn't know what to do, how to react, or what to even say.

the guy who'd stolen your heart had just admitted that you've stolen his heart too, so how the fuck do you respond to that.

after you had stayed silent for 13, 14, 15 seconds (yes, changmin was counting), he lost all hope. sighing, he looked down at his hands. "i'm sorry for putting this all on you, i knew it was a stupid idea, i'm sorry-"

you cupped changmin's cheeks to stop him from talking. he looked up, meeting your glassy eyes. you slowly neared his face until you were inches apart, and whispered your reply.

"i love you too, dumbass."

you closed the distance, lips meeting his as you kissed him slowly, sweetly. he smiled into the kiss, holding you as if you could disappear between his fingers.

it was a very romantic moment that unfortunately didn't last very long, because shortly after a bird landed on changmin's head causing him to scream, you to scream, and the bird to go number 2 on his head.

but oh well, everything about your relationship was so out of the blue anyways, right?

out of the blue | jcm

[chapter 19]

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summary: when you find out that one of the students you coach is the niece of the guy you accidentally punched in the face and pushed into a pool, you're not surprised that he's, well, disappointed at the outcome. however, you're determined to make amends with him for the sake of his niece... and maybe for the sake of his cute face too.

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apixrl · 4 years ago

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SINCERELY, YOURS.

hanta sero x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.0k

song: sincerely, yours // nohidea

note(s): i just think that he'd be the perfect hubby tbh (EDIT: I'M SO DUMB I POSTED W/O TAGS PFAHAHHA)

Hanta finally managed to force open the door to the log cabin that had long been awaiting your arrival, the wooden structure welcoming the approaching warmth and laughter of the newly wedded couple. The ravenette smirked joyously and let out a triumphant 'hoorah', your laughter only adding to the display of ego on his face.

"And you said I'd drop you," Hanta mocked your earlier words, looking down at you with that very same smirk. If not for your arms wrapped around his neck and entire weight held in his arms, you most likely would have pushed his face away by the cheek. To avoid that shit-eating, joking smirk that rarely left his dumb and lovable face. The face you fell for so undoubtedly swift and heavy.

"I didn't say you would I said you may drop me," Was your response. "It's not every day we walk through so much snow!"

"Hush now, that was nothing to me," Hanta lifted the arm that supported your back, planting his lips on your forehead in a sweet welcoming kiss. Your lips curled in approval, accepting the gesture as Hanta used his foot to close the door behind you both, driving away the cold breeze from outside as warmth replaced it. "Now would you look at this place!"

Heeding Hanta's words, your eyes averted from his addicting gaze to the bonnie log cabin interior set out before you two. From left to right the cabin maintained an earthy theme, consistent in wooden textures excluding that of the supple beige sofas in the centre of the room. They were accompanied with ripening red cushions, as well as a few other pieces of furniture containing the same colour to maintain an advertising aesthetic no doubt. Lengthy beams stretched from one end of the walls to the other, set out in rows. The deepest wall (opposite to the entrance) was made mostly out of glass and onlooking a gorgeous snowy forest scene, small golden lights lit up outside to only add to the aura already presented. Built-up by red bricks and extending up toward the ceiling was a great open fireplace, already sparked alight and sensing a contrasting warmth to the bitter cold outdoors. In the corner of the room were a set of stairs most likely directing themselves off to the bedroom, though you and Hanta were so taken by the bottom floor's interior neither of you even processed there were more rooms to see.

"Wow... this place is gorgeous!" You said through a whisper, face lighting up at the sight. Never had you thought a place could be so beautifully arranged and so beautiful in general, and the two of you had this place to yourselves for an entire two weeks... it made you feel like the luckiest person alive! That you were really, as you'd just tied the knot the love of your life and were starting an entirely new journey with him. From the very moment you'd both uttered 'I do' in front of all your friends and family - the paths you lead became one that you would waltz down together.

"So you like it then?" Hanta asked, ebony eyes trailing away from the open fire and down to your own E/C irises. His smirk slowly transitioned to an endearing grin upon seeing your face of wonder, heart skipping a beat as your gaze met his and your expression mirrored.

"Of course! It's just how I imagined it - even more stunning than the pictures online," Your hand grazed Hanta's gloved one, though the barricade of wool and cotton did nothing to prevent the love and desire sent through the tips of your fingers. The ravenette admired your beauty in that lingering stare shared between you, exhaling a content sigh. You never failed to astound him with your beauty, the way your eyes glowed whenever you looked at him. How your hair fell perfectly into place no matter the circumstance (even on your worst of hair days you somehow managed to make it work). Not to mention your smile and laugh - those specific factors alone making Hanta fall for you over and over and exceeding limits of love and admiration he didn't even think he possessed.

Just before Hanta was to fall into daydream you shook him out his thoughts, the shifting of weight in his arms struck him to shake out of it, realising that you were attempting to shuffle out his arms in order to stand. So he let you down, grip loosening and reluctantly allowing you to step away.

"I'm glad," He quickly uttered, his hand lifting to his head to remove the woolly hat resting there. Then he proceeded to unbutton his winter coat as did you, the pair of you making light work of it due to the excitement of exploring your temporary home.

"So our suitcases are already here?" You asked Hanta, straightening out your knitted turtleneck jumper which was a soft pink shade. Usually something you wouldn't wear, but it was well-suited for the weather and didn't irritate your skin. So you took advantage of the purchase. From your left Hanta hummed softly, turning towards you once he was done hanging his coat on the rack. He too had a turtleneck on, but his donned a collect of abstract patterns and stuck to more neutral colours than yours.

"Yep, they should be upstairs," Hanta replied, running a hand through his hair as he looked over at you. He shifted over to your side, hugging you from behind with a mischievous chuckle. "But we can unpack tomorrow,"

"I like the idea of that, I just wanna snuggle," You responded with a giggle, leaning back into your husband's hold. After a few seconds Hanta stepped forwards, forcing your feet to follow suit. The ravenette guided you both to the nearest sofa, where he messily fell back against the ruby red cushions and you alongside him.

"That's because you procrastinate more than you've ever been willing to admit," Hanta turned you over so you sat atop his middle, hands settled on your hips like they were structured to hold them. There was a smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes at his last comment.

"I procrastinate because you distract me," You corrected, poking his chest with a prominent finger.

"Ah well, what can I say? I'm just that pretty aren't I?" He replied, laughing joyously. You couldn't help but echo with your own form of a chuckle, shaking your head as the smile on your face sent Hanta all kinds of elated emotions through his veins.

"You're not wrong there, Tiger," You grinned ear to ear, staring lovingly in his direction. Words weren't enough to express how much you loved him, your mind struggling to form sentences most of the time with just how much he took your breath away. In truth, you would have allowed yourself to remain gazing into Hanta's eyes the entire night. But you were due to catch sight of an envelope on the coffee table next to you both, drawing your attention away from him as fast as it came. The item too out of the ordinary to ignore. Peculiarly you leaned over to grab it, tilting your head at the item.

"What's that?"

"I don't know," Was your answer. Your fingers proceeded to slit open the top, discovering a smaller, folded piece of paper inside. Curiously you opened it up, voice filling the room as you discovered golden ink was printed on one side and intended to read it out.

" Dear Mr and Mrs Sero,

We are beyond pleased that you chose to stay with us for your honeymoon. Have a wonderful and splendid time at the start of your journey together and we wish you nothing but happiness and joy during your stay.

Kindest regards,

[resort/name] "

"Mr and Mrs Sero," Hanta repeated with a thoughtful stare to the wooden beams above. "I'm still not used to hearing that and we've already been married a week," A smile formed on his lips, releasing a chuckle from the depths of his chest. Almost like he couldn't believe the words he had just uttered. Tilting your head, you pondered on what he meant.

"How do you mean?" You didn't receive an answer straight away, the man you called your husband gently sighed, almost with the case of the lovesick. Somewhere during the exhale Hanta's eyes fell from the beamed ceiling and onto you, gratitude threaded in his expression as he stared at you.

"I just don't know how I got so lucky to marry someone like you," His hand extended to cup your cheek, cradling the slightly chilled part of your face (thanks to the cold air and wind from outside) as his thumb stroked the surface of your skin. Your eyes widened, all too used to the gesture but rarely ever prepared for it whenever Hanta committed to it. You smiled, nuzzling into his warm hold as your eyes closed.

"Me too," You hummed, sighing out yourself as your heart fluttered higher and higher with each passing second. A short silence ensued, ending as you abruptly let out a little laugh. It caught Hanta's attention, his head cosying into the cushion behind him as his brows raised.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about the night you proposed. That's all," Another laugh escaped, humour striking you as you recalled how it had played out. From the manner your lover rolled his eyes, he clearly still hadn't emotionally recovered from it.

"That stupid fire pit," He groaned, eyes closing in annoyance. "I can't believe I let it ruin the moment,"

"I don't think that was the fire's intention, Hants,"

Despite being blatantly confident and bold, when it came to more... intimacy-related things, Hanta Sero's expertise dwindled dangerously. It had taken him months of knowing you to actually ask you out on a date, and when you finally got together? Well, it took him four years before he began to think about popping the question - three months more to actually pop it. Whilst you did say yes once he got down on one knee on the balcony of your holiday home for your fourth anniversary together, the events that proceeded after were what truly traumatised the poor ravenette.

Your holiday was spent somewhere in the Caribbean at a beachside residence that locals rented out for tourists. You and Hanta had always been big on travelling, hence your honeymoon location being such an unconventional place. Or as far as you knew, you didn't have an exact number on how many honeymoons were spent in remote mountain ranges surrounded by blustering winds and snow. It was a nice change of pace to the intense heats nearer the Equator.

During that vacation in particular though, that was the year Hanta finally decided to propose. After a long day on the beach, swimming in the ocean and feeling the sand between your toes as evening approached, you watched the sunset on the balcony of the second floor, neighbouring your bedroom. To set the mood the firepit in the centre had been lit, creating a stunning orange glow in Hanta's eyes as he held you close to his chest.

You noticed he was quite fidgety in his seat, wondering what was wrong with your lover as he gripped his knee tight. Like he was uncomfortable or nervous. Like he needed to get something off of his chest. It was only when you pointed out your concern and his odd behaviour that Hanta managed to shift his stance. Moving from his stiff position to wobbling on one knee, then came the heartfelt speech that gave you a sense of where he was going. A subtle reach into his pocket and before you knew it, you were shouting yes into the night sky and your eyes foggy with tears of complete and utter joy.

Hanta placed the ring on your finger, the realisation hitting him at that moment that you and he were engaged. His excitement got the better of him, the male sweeping you in his arms and swinging you around as he babbled sweet nothings into your ear. The speed wavered his balance, his leg knocking into the table holding a bottle of wine he had ordered specifically for the occasion. Much to both of your bad luck, it all collapsed against the firepit and tipped it over - and one can only imagine what happened next. A rather chaotic ruckus erupted between you as Hanta grabbed you by the waist and flung you both out of the building via the balcony to ensure your safety. Then he 'thwipped' straight back up to the fire and frantically searched for the fire extinguisher to put it out, all whilst you sat on the sandy ground outside, frozen to how drastically the mood had changed.

Luckily the fire didn't spread too far. If not for Hanta's efficiency in dealing with it upfront, it could have spread to the bedroom and the rest of the house. It did not, however, the most damage being the balcony sofas that were scorched no thanks to their wooden frame and white cushioning.

Despite having just been engaged, there wasn't much you and Hanta could do to celebrate. So the night ended with you and he falling to slumber in the early hours of the morning, too exhausted after dealing with the owners' wrath after the slight mishap of nearly setting their building ablaze.

"At least you didn't burn the entire house down," You tried after a few seconds of quiet, earning a scoff on Hanta's part as he ran a hand through his hair.

"It felt like it when I called the owner's to tell them what happened," Hanta answered, softly frowning at the shrieking yells he heard during that call ringing their way through his mind again. Long after he'd shut them out based on the humiliation of being on the receiving end. You giggled, recalling how you were able to hear them despite the phone not being on speaker.

"I'm surprised they let us stay for the rest of the week,"

"That's because I paid the money for the damage caused within six hours of them demanding it," Hanta reminded you, dragging his hands down his face as he groaned out. Probably expelling his inner cringe at his foolishness that night. "Times like that make me relieved I'm a top ten pro, helps out with emergencies a great fucking deal,"

"Are you sure that didn't play any part in their generosity? That you're a top ten pro?"

"No way," He said and sat up to meet your height, hands looping to cradle the small of your back. He held back continuing to briefly peck you on the lips. "The bill they gave me was the complete opposite of generous,"

"How much was it again?" You asked, memory not serving you the answer. The ebony-haired male leaned forwards to kiss you again before he moved his lips up to your ear. His voice became a whisper, telling the sum in Yen which made your eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wow," Was your instinctive reply, Hanta scoffing a laugh in agreement based on your tone of surprise. It was there he nuzzled into your neck, inhaling through his nose to catch a whiff of your scent. The aroma acting as a sedative to wipe the memory from his mind permanently. All he wished to remember of that night was the way your face lit up as he asked you to take his hand in marriage. How your tears formed and how your lips uttered the words he had oh, so desperately wanted to hear after months and months of worry of being rejected.

And look at you both now; husband and wife and on your honeymoon. Holding each other as close as close can be with no doubt or hesitancy in your minds at all. Why he had worried so much was something he would never be able to figure out. As looking back, all of it felt like the easiest thing he had ever had to do.

Due to that, Hanta smiled into your neck. The change could have been missed, but you were far too attentive to not notice. The feeling of his cheeks shaping his smile made you smile as well, your arms wrapping around Hanta's neck in a desperate need to pull him closer. Your fingers ghosted the back of his neck, tickling the hairs that attached with care like no other. You rested your chin on his head, eyes closed gently in comfort. In response, Hanta hummed lowly, hands starting to rub up and down your back like he was giving you a massage.

Silence passed, the two of you simply enjoying the other's company and the intimate moment you had welded together. The proximity created a warmth that could fight any cold, the fireplace behind you both unneeded to fight the swirling snow outside. Your eyes peaked open as the faint crackle of the fire nearby caught your attention. You watched the flames dance for a second or so before you plucked up the confidence to speak.

"Just... let's not set fire to this place. Alright?" You mused, holding your breath as you waited for Hanta's response. Luckily he didn't dismiss it, actually finding the comment quite funny. He voiced a blurt of a laugh, head shaking as much as he could make it whilst it buried into the depths of your neck. Hanta's mouth opened to make his reply, quickly hushing up again to return to the peaceful silence of before, not at all ready to let it go just yet.

"Agreed,"

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atsunflower · 4 years ago

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Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending.

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair.

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked."

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating.

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

#suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines

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moran-with-a-g · 7 months ago

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Jews can be antisemitic like queers can be queerphobic. Being Jewish doesn't protect you from internalized antisemitism or from antisemitic propaganda. Also I don't recall calling you antisemitic? Unless you're saying you're one of the people who went into Wikipedia to edit out Jewish history and erase the Jewishness of famous people. I'm pro-palestinian too, it doesn't contradict my Tzioni identity.

I'm gonna try to explain to you seriously why your point is coming from the wrong point of view. I didn't go into your links because I'm on mobile and it's midnight and can't bother to figure out how to copy them and can't bother to read the pages. You can let me know in a reblog if there's anything important I'm missing from not going into the links (only thing I ask is that if you include images you add image descriptions in the alt text please).

First of all, I know I said "while we weren't here", but by "we" I didn't mean the Jewish community as a whole - someone corrected me in the tags of a reblog and they're correct, there was consistently a Jewish community living in the land of Israel ever since the existence of the kingdom of Israel - I meant "we" as in "diaspora Jews who made Aliyah around the last 150 years".

Second, do you have a source on them actually being descendents of Israelites? I heard so many people claim that, or that they're descendents of Canaanites, or whatever - but I also recall seeing actual sources that they're not genetically distinctive from Syrian Arabs or Egyptian Arabs. I just want to know where you got that information from, I'm not saying it's necessarily true or false.

I don't think you understand tho how that's actually irrelevant to the discussion. You're looking at the wrong facts.

What's relevant is:

The culture of the two groups.

The ancestry of the two groups.

The options the two groups have in the modern day.

I'm not an expert on Palestinian culture. I have never claimed to be. I cannot tell you how distinct it is compared to Jordanian culture or Egyptian or Lebanese. And especially, I cannot tell you how tied it is to the land of Israel-Palestine.

But jewish culture? It's directly tied to the land. You cannot celebrate Pesach without mentioning Israel, you cannot get married without remembering your love of Jerusalem, we are Am Yisrael, we are the children of Judea, we came from the land of Israel and the land of Judea. The language of most of our prayers and of our Torah came from there, most of our rituals include it, it's directly tied to Judaism.

By the ancestry of both groups I mean the current people living in the land, and both groups have been there for multiple generations. I believe a person being born somewhere should grant that person the right to live there, so personally I don't care even if someone proved to me rn that every single palestinian is actually a descendant of someone who came from another land about 200 years ago, I'd still believe they have a right to live there and have a country. Even if before Israel's independence they denied the label of "Palestinians", I still believe in their right to have an independent country called palestine and exist as Palestinians.

And with somewhere to go - Jews have faced pogrom after pogrom in our years of exile, and Palestinians are barely accepted as refugees in the neighbouring arab countries. Both groups have nowhere to go.

Palestinians being genetically related to Canaanites or Israelites doesn't matter. Even if they aren't it doesn't make them less entitled to have independence on the same land. And I'm not so sure they are, because Arabs colonized the middle east, and Palestinians are mostly also Arabs. You can admit that without it taking away from the right of modern day people to live in their countries.

Wanna really argue what came first? The kingdom of Israel came first, with the expulsion of the Jewish communities it was renamed Palestina to try to erase our connection to it, the name was kept for the region until the political zionist movement started trying to reclaim the land, and then when both Israel and Palestine got the opportunity to declare independence on their own part of the land - only Israel did.

You can't tell me palestine came first and then ignore the origin of the name palestine and the origin of the name Israel. There's a reason why Israel of today is called Israel and why palestine of today is called palestine.

Don't nitpick what facts you wanna follow. Support palestine but use the full truth to do it. Their 'side' doesn't need to be morally pure to deserve support. Fuck if Israel is morally pure ik a jar of pickles. I still believe in Israel's existence - I just think our government should go to jail and not that all of Israel should mass immigrate to Poland. And Palestinians aren't morally pure either, Hamas isn't ever the only terrorist organisation operating under palestine's name, but I still believe palestine should exist.

Do the antisemites that invaded the pro-palestinian movement know the origin of the word Palestine is from the Hebrew root פ.ל.ש, the root for the word invaders? Do they know it's based on Philistia, the name given to the region that's based after the Philistines? Do they know we don't actually know the actual name the Philistines called themselves, and that we called them that as an insult, because it's from the same root as invaders?

Like do you realise all this time the name of this land was "invaded" while we weren't here? When you try to claim Jews have no connection to the Levant do you realise what you're claiming? This is driving me insane.

(this is NOT saying palestinians aren't natives and don't deserve a country of their own, and I will block anyone who reblogs this trying to claim that)

#morgan megiva #reblog #i/p #antisemitism #image id #image id in alt text

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