i'll give you all the change in my pocket if you do

Sleepless Nights, touken headcanon/mini-fic

Summary: It’s their first time sleeping together on the same bed and Kaneki can’t take his hands off Touka.

I totally hate this, it looked so much better inside my head, my inspiration sucks—i’m super tired right now& i can’t speak proper english today, but i really wanted to take this idea off my head AAAAND give this to @yorozuya-ken-chan as her birthday gift 😭 ♡ I LOVE YOU ANITA, this is so crappy, i’m so sorry -sobs- i promise i’ll write you something 2369726 better next time, WAIT FOR ME🙏 (the only good thing about this is the ending, huehue, jon&ygritte hints)

i wanted to make this a smut but i really feel like the words aren’t coming to my head today, so this is just… a bit lime? not even a lime 😂  shame on me.. anyway, take this more like a lazy headcanon instead of a well-written fic *sobs* i’ll bring good smut soon.. I promise, ANITA DESERVES BETTER ✨



“Y-Yes?” he stammers.

“If you want me to sleep with you in your room, just say it.”

He’s shaking.

“Oh, w-well…”

“Do you?”

He swallows.

“I-I mean, if you ever feel col—“

Touka sighs.

“Fine. I’ll sleep with you tonight then.”

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uncommon alliances [draco malfoy]

request:  “ wowowow ive only read one of things youve written (idk if youve written more but still) and i already love your writing, since you taking requests, can you do something with the reader being rons twin sister and draco is interested™ in her and pansy is like wingwoman as fuck, but not to draco, to the reader, like theyre lowkey friends, you can take it where ever after those things tho.. thank you ❤️” - @reading-vs-reality

word count: ~1800

a/n: awww, thanks!! sorry this was sitting in my inbox for so long! i got a lil carried away with the “reader is ron’s twin” part and wrote tons (like 5000 words worth) of domestic relationship building between reader, ron, hermione, harry and ginny / the background between pansy and reader’s friendship. it might be posted later if i feel like it, but for now, this is what you got! thanks for reading and sorry if this isn’t what you wanted!

summary: sitting around a table in hogsmeade is the best place to find out secrets. also, reverse psychology ALWAYS works on a slytherin.

part zero

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when they tip nicely
  • Cashier: I should've never taken this shift. Working this late is fucking me up.
  • Cook: You get used to it.
  • Cashier: Do y'all even get customers this late, or is it early? I can't even tell at this point.
  • Cook: Sometimes.
  • Cashier: What kind of person even eats fast food at this time of night?
  • Cook: Mostly travelers, junkies, and such.
  • Cashier: Makes sense.
  • Disheveled dude: *presses face against the restaurant window*
  • Cashier: Eugh!
  • Cook: What's the matter?
  • Cashier: There's some gross dude outside. Oh no, he's coming in.
  • Disheveled dude: *runs into the restaurant carrying a suitcase*
  • Cashier: Hello, can I help you?
  • Disheveled dude: Yeah, yeah, let me get a burger. Large drink. Yeah, that's it.
  • Cashier: This is a Mexican restaurant, sir. We don't have burgers.
  • Disheveled dude: Just get me anything with a lot of meat.
  • Cashier: We need a triple stuffed burrito!
  • Cook: Got ya!
  • Cashier: Okay, that'll be $7.99.
  • Disheveled dude: *slams a wad of cash on the counter*
  • Cashier: This is like... thousands of dollars!
  • Disheveled dude: Keep the change.
  • Cashier: I, uhm... are you sure?
  • Disheveled dude: I just want my food. Make it fast, please. Thank you.
  • Cashier: *stuffing cash into their pockets* Got ya, dude. Hey, make it quick! This guy wants his burrito!
  • *the cook quickly finishes the burrito*
  • Disheveled dude: *aggressively devours his food, sometimes nervously looking over his shoulder*
  • Cashier: He's like one of those professional eaters. That's impressive.
  • Cook: It's disgusting. That burrito has like 1500 calories.
  • Cashier: I'll call anyone who hands me three months worth of checks for a single burrito impressive.
  • Cook: Yeah, about that... could I get some of that cash.
  • Cashier: I mean, a bit. He told me to keep the change.
  • Cook: Technically it's the restaurants money, so you shouldn't be taking any of it.
  • Cashier: Yeah.
  • Cook: Plus, I cooked the burrito.
  • Cashier: Alright, how about $500?
  • Cook: Only $500? Come on, man. You've got at least $10,000 there. Let's split it.
  • Disheveled dude: *hops the counter*
  • Cashier: *backs away*
  • Cook: Whoa, dude, you can't be back here.
  • Disheveled dude: I need to leave through the back. You guys, closing soon?
  • Cook: I don't know what you're on, dude, but the back is for employee's only.
  • Disheveled dude: *opens suitcase and tosses wads of cash at the cashier and cook* Extra tip gives me VIP status.
  • Cook: Uhm... sure thing.
  • Disheveled dude: Anyway, I don't know if you guys are closing soon, but it's in your best interest for both of you to leave. I've probably given you enough money to relax for a year so it doesn't matter if you get fired. Just listen to me. Fucking leave and definitely do not look back. *runs out the back door*
  • Cashier: This is so much fucking money. Was that guy a drug dealer?
  • Cook: Probably, now that I think about it, yeah.
  • Cashier: Holy fuck! Is it safe for use to have this money.
  • Cook: I don't don't know.
  • Cashier: I could buy my own house with this, holy fuck! *stuff money down shirt* I don't know about you, but I'm out of here.
  • Cook: What!? You know we really can't leave with all this money, right?
  • Cashier: We can, and I am.
  • Cook: This could be drug money, or money from a bank heist. If we're caught with this stuff we could go to prison, or be killed.
  • Cashier: You didn't seem worried about it when you were hounding me for money just a few minutes ago.
  • Cook: That was then, and this is now. Nobody just gives money out like that unless there's something seriously wrong. It's dangerous for us to keep it.
  • Cashier: My life is going nowhere fast, man. I've got nothing to lose.
  • Cook: Well, I've got family at home. I'm calling the police.
  • Cashier: You do you, man. I'm out of here. *runs off*
  • Cook: *dials the 911, but gets a busy signal* What?
  • Cashier: *yells*
  • Cook: What's wrong!? *runs to the cashier*
  • Cashier: *sitting on the ground, money dropped everywhere* Look. Outside, there's nothing. Like, literally nothing. It's just an empty void.
  • Cook: I... it has to be some sort of trick of the light. I'm going out there.
  • Cashier: You shouldn't.
  • Cook: I bet it's nothing. I'll show you. I'll be right back. *disappears entirely into the void*
  • Cashier: Hey! Hey! Are you out there!?
  • *a pale hand appears out of the darkness and gently beckons for the cashier*
  • Cashier: *slams door shut* NOPE!
  • Cashier: *runs to the front counter*
  • Cashier: *is greeted by an all encompassing wall of blackness*
  • Wall: *encroaches on the cashier*
  • Cashier: *attempts to run away, but gray arms emerge from the darkness and wrap themselves around them*
  • Cook: *decapitated head rolls out of the wall of darkness, its eyes spinning in opposite directions* Told you that was bad money, dude.
  • Cashier: *screams as they're pulled into the darkness*
  • *elsewhere*
  • Driver: *parked on the side of the road smoking*
  • Disheveled guy: *taps on car window*
  • Driver: *slightly rolls down the window* Can I fucking help you?
  • Disheveled guy: I need a ride.
  • Driver: Let me think about that. Hmm, FUCK NO!
  • Disheveled guy: *points gun at driver* Then I'll drive myself. Get out.
  • Driver: *obeys orders* Alright, don't shoot.
  • Disheveled guy: *tosses wad of cash at driver* That should cover the cost of a new car. I suggest you catch a bus and get out of here as soon as possible. *speeds off*
  • Driver: *looks at the fraction of a fortune that was just tossed at him* This is way too much money for a bus.
NewtXReader -Not a priority - Part 2


Part 1 - not a priority

I would recommend re-reading part 1 again before              continuing :)


The emptiness was always there. Although his sensitive nature made him feel even deeper he managed to hide it behind his reserved persona, however the feeling never completely escaped him.

It hid everywhere, the emptiness, in the closet, the cupboards. There wasn’t any getting away from it. Most days he worked endlessly in his case to the point of extreme exhaustion and stress. He just needed to feel something. To distract himself, from not anything else but simply himself.

Just as you had quote on quote hoped’, Newt’s book was an incredible success, but success was nothing to Newt if he didn’t have someone he loved to share it with. The recognition for his work seemed worthless without your opinion, your praise was the only one that mattered.

Had you even bothered to buy a copy of the book? Did you even think about him anymore? These where thoughts that often passed Newt’s mind.

As he aimlessly wandered around the apartment the two of you used to live in, a lonely tear rolled down his freckled cheek. It hurt him to stand where he stood.

Every inch of the room holding memories which the two of you had shared together. A little pile of your belongings still lay untouched in the corner, but little did Newt know their owner was standing outside.

You stood in front of the red apartment door, breathing shakily in. ‘Please be not here, please be not here’ you prayed.

You were scared. So scared. Every muscle felt tight, sprung for action. Even your face felt tight, like smiling just wasn’t an option today. Your body screamed for you to sprint down the street, for you knew that behind the door was the auburn haired man you once loved…and still, hopelessly loved.

Letting a nervous sigh out, you willed your hand to push down on the handle. As the door opened, daylight from outside shone central on Newt.

His appearance was unusually scruffy, as though he failed to see the point of looking presentable anymore. His bow tie hung slanted and his hair unbrushed. Upon hearing your footsteps his eyes nervously flicked to the door, a mixed look of guilt and relief on his face. His mouth hung over for a second as though he was trying to form a sentence out of the millions of words he wanted to say.

“Y/N….I-I didn’t m-mean it you know that right? I was just so s-stressed, I had no idea what I was saying” he pleaded, his gaze now full fixated on the floor.

“It’s ok Newt” you replied monotonously, not even a waver of emotion in your tone. You wouldn’t let him see you crack.

Shock emerged over his features as his eyes locked with yours, as it took a couple of seconds to process what you had just said.

“It’s ok?” He repeated, unsure if he’d just imagined it. Did you really just forgive him?


“So you’ll come home?” He hopefully asked, a longing look in his glance.


“No. I’m just here for my belongings Newt” you sadly whispered.

At this Newt’s smile instantly dropped, a heartbroken expression replacing it. His eyes became glossy once again and his posture slightly hunched.

“Newt I forgive you for what you said… Merlins sake we all have off days” you laughed blankly ,“but this doesn’t change anything. Work will always take a priority in your life and I won’t ask you to change that for me. It’s just in your nature Newt. I won’t blame you for loving your creatures. If you want to out them first…then so be it”, your voice shook in places as you forced the words out.

Tears uncontrollably fell from Newt’s eyes as he attempted to defend himself, “Being a Magozoologist is hard work-”

Love is hard work”, you interrupted slightly annoyed, “I love you…but I can’t keep going on like this. I’m not one of your creatures who only needs food sleep and shelter. I need your time. I need you Newt”.

Silence hung in the atmosphere.

“I was doing it for you Y/N”, Newt declared quietly his voice slightly breaking, “I-I know you hate having to move constantly… Always having to find a new home and rent different apartments. I just wanted to finish the book so desperately so we wouldn’t have to travel for creatures anymore…so we could settle down” he finished heartbrokenly.

“Newt-” did he really work all those long nights for you?

“…My aim was to finish the novel, I swear neglecting you was never my attention. I was going to use the money from the book too buy us a home…..

…..our home

From his pocket Newt pulled a crumpled piece of paper. Shyly he placed it in the palm of your hand, anxiously waiting for your reaction. Unfolding the corners a picture of a beautiful little house with 'a for sale’, was printed. Studying the image you noticed that it was a spacious house which walls where laced with ivy, nearly a replica of the house you had always dreamed of.

You had often talked to Newt about how you would’ve loved to buy a home with him in the future. Room for the both of you and maybe…even children. However most of the time you brought the topic up, it was when you and Newt used to cuddle before bed. Although you had mentioned it to him before you never thought he actually listened as most of the time he was half asleep.

You knew he was content with just living in his case and had never really longed for the comfort of a proper home like you. But he was prepared to give all that up. To work to the point of exhaustion to fund your dream.

You wanted to speak but all you could do is softly croak, “our home?”

Simply nodding his head, Newt’s mouth painted a soft smile. The piece of paper fell from your hands as he paced towards you. The warmth of his body met your cold skin, his hands clasping around your lower back, the other running through your hair. With each soft touch more tears fall, tears neither of you wipe away. “I’m sorry Newt I didn’t know. I guess I kind of ruined the surprise, didn’t I?”, you playfully joked into his chest".

“I’m just want you to be happy Y/N. I'll promise I’ll cut back on my hours Y/N. Just as long as your fine with living from my case for a while longer?” Still enveloped in Newt arms you tilted your head up, locking your eyes directly with his.

Newt was your home. You didn’t need a dream house and Newt didn’t need to work endless hours. As long as you had one another, you were each others only priority.


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I’ll Give You The Sun (unofficial scene)

My skin prickles with excitement or maybe it’s just fear. I don’t know. My legs feel like lead that I have to keep lifting high enough to take each step. My hands are clammy and it’s not even that hot. My chest feels like a piece of wood the nail is being driven into. The words keep appearing in my head over and over : I’ll be there. Was he messing with me? Brian isn’t someone who’d do that but how could I know that. I haven’t seen him for years. For all I know, he would have drastically changed. But here I am, finally getting to see, repenting for my mistakes and hoping…maybe hoping there’s a chance for another.

The woods seem like they’ve changed, as if the trees simply sprouted legs and changed places. Maybe they know something’s happening today. They’re watching me, every move, every breath. Every single day without fail, I’ve been here, been within the envelope of this sanctity. Today it’s like breathing fire. Jumping off Devil’s Drop seems like a much better option.

I imagine being at CSA, painting and drawing behind a canvas. Would it feel as liberating as it used to be? The pressure to be perfect would begin to grow, it might not feel like second nature. It’s been so long since my hands have created. I look down at my hands, the lines that run along my palms, and the shapes of my fingers. It’s been so long. I don’t know if I’m ready for it yet. Jude’s jealously might have been a good thing after all. It loosened the screws for me, released the tension that made me want to be better than her, better than others, to be the Michelangelo of art. I’m me now. I’m my own person. I’m Noah the artist now. Not Picasso the artist or anyone else, wanting to be better and perfect.

I lean against a tree and breathe in the forest air. My fingers curl around the rock in my pocket, the one Brian gave me years ago on the rooftop of my house. One of his broken meteors. In the distance is CSA, the back of the studio crowded by the trees. I decide to visit it sometime, it holds memories after all. Memories of Oscar. Huh. I snort. Oscar. Jude somehow managed to find Oscar amongst every other guy who lives here. Oscar of all! Oscar bloody Ralph! That’s where I got to know Brian too. Brian who watched me swear like a madman and sit outside the studio for a very long time just so I can have classes. It’s embarrassing every time I remember it.

I start to wonder about him, what he might be like now. Maybe he’s tall, like really tall and funny and smart and popular and just Brian. He was all those things before and maybe he’s a better version of all that now. He’s coming to meet plain old Noah. I’ve created a wall of lies around me, everything I’ve done and pretended to be, all lies. Perhaps he might not come after all, maybe he’ll think it’s a waste of time, there’s absolutely no reason why he’d want to see me anyway. It’s stupid. I’m stupid for thinking we might have something. I’m stupid for wanting him after all this time.  He could’ve found someone at Stanford. Someone who’s not a weird, fake Picasso. He doesn’t need to see this lying version of myself.

There’s a moment when I feel like I need to leave, to pretend this never happened but it’s like I’m stuck here. The trees won’t let me go just yet. I can’t get up to leave but my stomach is squirming with every minute that passes. It was a crazy idea to send him drawing after drawing from my invisible museum. What was I even thinking? At the time it felt like the only way to get through to Brian, to apologize, to show him how I feel. Now it feels like I’ve made a mistake. What if he didn’t like any of the art? But then he wouldn’t say he’d be here. But he could also be taking the piss at me.

If mum had never caught us that day in the bedroom, I wonder if this would be different, if we would be different. Brian might have stayed for a long time. If that stupid closet game hadn’t happened, then I wouldn’t have avoided Brian, everything would’ve been right, mum would’ve never caught us, Brian would be here. Nothing would’ve gone wrong. But things always go wrong. We’ve got a knack for bad luck.

The leaves stir and the trees yawn, and I drag my gaze towards them. Jude had given me the trees for Oscar, not just the trees, everything but the flowers. She sacrificed almost all of her world for Oscar. I know…I can feel their love like a thick string that won’t break, that rolls longer, the distance they part. I want that with Brian. We have something too, I know we do. I wouldn’t be wanting him after so long if we didn’t. I remember mum’s words. Stay true to your heart, she said. I wonder if she’s here, watching me waiting for Brian. I wonder if she’s smiling with Grandma Sweetwine. Only Jude would know. Jude sees their ghosts.

When the light seeps through the forest, getting sucked away to another part of the world, and paints the sunset as farewell, I begin to grow anxious. I was an hour early, to calm my racing heart and to get my wits together. I wanted to be the first one here. I hadn’t brought a watch but I know it’s a little bit past five o’clock. Would he have kipped out like this? The Brian I knew wouldn’t, but I know nothing about the Brian now. It’s still too early to panic or feel disappointed. I can’t help it. I pull out the brushes and start painting in my head. I paint the Brian I imagine him to be now.

I paint an angry Brian, squinted eyes, turned lips and red cheeks, tossing a single rock in his right hand. I paint him in colours after that, lots and lots of colours that speak his soul. The rocks lay by his feet, floating and the colours that flood out of him like waves are dotted with stars. He is the stars, he is everything this world has to offer in this thick haze of untruths and alienation. How cheesy. This is something Jude would think although it seems like we’ve switched personalities over the years.

Leaves crunch underneath heavy footsteps and everything melts in my head. I drop the brushes, I throw the canvas and I am standing up with frantic fervor, wiping my hands on the bottom of my jeans. My stomach drops, turning uncomfortably with each breath held moment.

He appears like a blinding star and the trees move to let him through. His flaming hair has been cropped short, exposed. He’s grown taller and broader around the shoulders and I can only imagine what I must look like to him. I am tall and big but not as big as he has grown to be. He smiles but I stare at his squinty eyes, my favourite part of him. The closer he gets, the shorter my breath becomes. There’s no bounce to his steps anymore, there’s no bag of meteorites in his hand like I kept imagining him to be.

“Hi.” He greets. I drop my gaze and kick at a stone. The familiar sound of his voice reminds me of old times. 

You haven’t changed. I scoff, in my head at least. I have changed I want to scream at him, I have changed because of you but none of that matters anymore. All that change is built on a foundation of utter lies. “Hi.” I say instead, hardly breathing at all. Are my lungs even working?

It’s like the world has stopped spinning the moment Brian steps into my circle. I remember the day he threw stones at Zephyr and Fry, the day when it felt like he was on my side, a freak like me, revolutionaries. I don’t know if we’re still the same anymore, maybe somewhere deep. I know he’s changed a lot of things but he’d been brave and strong. He became who he is inside by not being a coward, but me, I am one. Who I am inside isn’t who I am on the outside.

“You’re quiet.” Brian flicks at my shoulder. I wonder how he can smile after everything I’d done. He doesn’t look mad at all.

“I’ve always been quiet.” I tell him. He laughs.

“Not in your head, you’re not.”

It makes me look up and I am immediately entranced by his copper eyes, bright and shimmering like the stars that fall out of his bag. “I thought you’d be mad.”

“Why?” I watch his hands slip into the pockets of his trousers. There aren’t any pockets on me. I can’t do anything with my hands, I let them hang by my sides, hoping I don’t do anything stupid.

“You know why.” This whole thing is making me feel weird. Why had I even agreed to this? Jesus. I’m going to mess this up real bad. Where’s effing Clark Gable when you need him? “How–how have you been?”

He shrugs, moving his hands in his pockets. “Good I guess. Stanford’s pretty good. I’m sure you’ve heard of–stuff.” Of course I have. I don’t tell him that.

“I’m sorry. I missed you.” Is all that comes out of my mouth. My mouth needs a jail, not my hands. I should be apologizing more. He should be getting mad at me, yelling even, fists flying. We should be talking about what’s happened in the past few years of our lives and what not. Not about how I’m missing him. I know he does too. Nothing seems to matter in this bubble of mine he has stepped back into. I can’t even pick up the brushes in my head. I am too focused on his eyes, the way they move and change colour, his lips and the space between his teeth.

“You know,” He says, moving closer and prompting me to take a step backwards. “I’ve missed you too.” I gulp, watching his hands emerge out of his pockets. My chest is thumping like a freaking jack hammer. I remember the two boys at the party. Is it going to be us again? That same feeling under this same tree? What if it doesn’t feel the same anymore? Not even that stupid bird is here to yell Where the hell is Ralph? anymore. In my head I ask him if he’s kissed anyone else, another boy and if he liked it. In my head he’s saying yes, nodding.

His hands rest against my chest and I back against the tree. Why is it always a tree? We could kiss on Devil’s Drop. Wouldn’t that be ironic? I laugh in my head. My stomach churns. His hands are big and warm. They sear through my shirt, through my skin, touching the red, beating thing in my chest. He breathes in my face. I breathe on his face. I wonder if my breath stinks. I should’ve popped a mint or something. His smells like chocolate.

And then I’m kissing him. Hard and frantic. My head explodes with fireworks, the type of fireworks that are colourful and not burning. Brian is all over me, his hands, on my back, in the loop of my sweatpants, underneath my shirt. Mine are shakily pulling at his hair, trying to merge into him, become one. He feels like the stars, a kind of chilly comfort.

I remember the way it felt to kiss him the first time. The colours flowing in splatters and the urge. We tremble, kissing like kids with pathetic crushes or more like lust. Huh. No one can know. Ever. I remember it again. This time it won’t matter if they know. I stumble but before he can question I pulling him into me, my back against the tree, pulling and pulling. I tug at the hem of his shirt, sliding my hands under and over the hard expanse of his stomach. Effing Clark Gable! A shuddery groan escapes my mouth. I feel embarrassed. He’s doing it to me now. All those thoughts. Millions of endless thoughts. I hadn’t said it the last time.

What if he leaves again? He squeezes my narrow hips. “I love you.” I breathe.

Everything slows. His hands cease to touch me. Mine slips away from him. But there’s not an inch of space between us. Now would be a good time for someone to come barreling through. But then he smiles, a knowing grin. Fucking jerk. He pulls me by the collar of my shirt and goes, “It took you so fucking long.”

not like that

A/N Finally! I’ve finally gotten something written and posted. Not a request, but I hope you guys enjoy it! (: I’m sorry in advance.

Summary: You accidentally confess to Peter.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

“I love you.”

It hung in the air between the two of you, as everything around you seemed to quiet to complete silence. You were looking wide-eyed into Peter’s surprised expression. Your fingers itched to cover your mouth, pretend you hadn’t just blurted that out while Peter sat at your desk, doing his homework.

“Uh, I l-love you, too,” Peter said nervously, chuckling awkwardly. His hand tapped his pencil against the desk and his leg was shaking.

You decided to own up to it and sat up on your bed, facing him completely, You knew your face was red, but you didn’t care.

“No, I mean,” you huffed, running a hand through your hair while your heart pounded quickly in your chest. “I mean that I’m in love with you.”

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(a little sneak peek at the andreil coffee shop au i’ve been working on!! i’m also in need of a beta!)




  1. a longing or desire. 

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anonymous asked:

32. “Keep your eyes on me.” for andreil, please?

Hello, I have finally done this! Look at me actually doing things! :)

(Note: don’t be Andrew in this. The fish are trying to quit smoking; don’t enable them.)

Sometimes, Neil couldn’t quite think about his time on the run in a straightforward sort of way. It all twisted in on itself, becoming something summarized and nonlinear. There were posted signs all around it in Neil’s brain: Do not attempt to touch the memory lump; do not attempt to feed the memory lump.

So, when Matt asked, Neil really couldn’t say how long ago it had been that he’d been on a boat. Eight names. That was all he could say about it – eight names ago. How many years ago, how old he’d been, he couldn’t really say for sure.

Andrew would know. Andrew would be able to translate. But Andrew had disappeared for the moment, and Neil couldn’t very well say to Matt, “It was back when my name was Stefan.” So, Neil shrugged.

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I’ll Be There - Part 1

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Member: Hoseok 

Genre: Fluff/Angst 

Word Count: 3310

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life. 

A/N: Hi guys! So this will be a series, but I’m not quite sure on how long it will be. I probably wrote half of this at 1 in the morning, so if some of it doesn’t make sense, I apologize. Anyways, I hope you enjoy Xx 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


“Y/N-aaahhhh, where are yooouuu?” You’re greeted with Hoseok’s drunken state and loud club music.

“Hoseok, you’re drinking again?” You pick up your car keys and grab a jacket to put on.

“Noooo, I didn’t even drink thhhhaaaaaaaattttt much!” You can practically smell the alcohol coming from Hoseok’s breath.

“Sure, and I’m not a little angry at you right now. Where are you? I’m coming to drive your ass home before you do anything stupid.” Hoseok tells you which bar he’s at and you’re on your way to make a late night adventure; not a very fun one.

It takes you a while to get to the bar because Hoseok, oh great Hoseok, chose to go to the bar on the opposite end of the city. Is this what you get in return for being his best friend? Another great thing, Hoseok chose to go to the bar on a Wednesday night. You mentally prepare yourself for the yelling you’ll have to hear from your boss tomorrow for going to work late; even worse, not going at all because who knows what Hoseok is going to be like?

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Lust x Fell
  • (Gotta say, very dirty sinful sex up in here, letting you people know, you been warn~ hope yah all love it as much as I do, and enjoy every hot sexy moment of it~ I regret nothing, also, give a like and reblog lol)
  • *In UnderLust*
  • LustSans: Heya bro, I'm heading out to Grillbyz, k
  • LustPaps: -Sighs- fine.. but don't over drink.. Can't stand to always end up dragging you back home from you always getting so drunk all the time..
  • LustSans: Ah g Paps, don't worry, I ain't gonna be dra-gon you down, with me over drinkin, heh
  • LustPaps: ... Really... you just couldn't help yourself..
  • LustSans: Hehehe, welp, anyway, I'm off, cya
  • *Teleports*
  • LustSans: -comes in the front entrance of door- Heya guys, miss me?
  • CrowdInClub: Hell Yeah! Lust is Back!
  • LustSans: Heh, I take that as a yes~ -walks inside and sits on stole, looks to grillby- yah know what I like grillby~ -winks-
  • LustGrillby: of course, same as always -serves him the ketchup shots- Your brother seems to be getting tired of you drinking more often then usual here
  • *Music bumpin and blasting, loads of strippers and drinkers in kinky sexy clothes dancing*
  • LustSans: -drinks- eh, got no where else to go for some fun heh
  • LustGrillby: -smiles bit- right, just try to not over drink today, your brother text me to remind you that
  • LustSans: -rolls pupils- ok ok, I heard him the first time, ain't much change around here, always same thing, over and over -looks over to the others dancing, partying, drinking, and stripping-
  • LustGrillby: Think something might change for you? -leans to bar with arms crossed-
  • LustSans: Heh -drinks another shot- I wish grillbyz, I sure wish, that something new could happen for once, instead of the same ol thing I see everyday, somethin, interesting, more fun and exciting yah know?
  • LustGrillby: Sure lust, maybe something will change for you
  • -phone rings-
  • LustGrillby: ? hold on lust, I have to answer this -heads to the back in storage room and answers phone-
  • LustSans: Eh ok.. -keeps drinking-
  • *after couple shots later*
  • CrowdInClub: -chant- Dance! Lust! Dance!
  • LustSans: ? -hic- ehehe.. welp, since yah all ask -gets on a pole and strip dances for them, is drunk-
  • CrowdInClub: -Chant, Cheers, and Whistles in Hot Tone-
  • *After a long late night partying, he ends up walking threw the forest*
  • LustSans: -still drunk- *hic* wooo -chuckles- *hic* that was some parrrttyy~ -blushing from effect of drinking and pupils are heart shape purple-
  • -As soon as he almost makes it back home, a mysterious portal appears, right infront of him, out of no where-
  • LustSans: ? -tilts head- *hic* wha this?.. -goes closer to take a peek- hmm?..
  • -The portal suddenly sucks him inside and closes behind him-
  • LustSans: !?! Hey! WTF?!
  • -He tries to escape, but the force of the portal pulls him more and more, with no escape-
  • *Next Scene, In UnderFell*
  • FellSans: Boss.. I'm heading to Grillbys.. and cmon home late.. so don't be a ass callin me all crazy to come home..
  • FellPaps: Hmph.. your already a ass to me.. whatever.. go get yourself drunk for all I care...I'll be at the Royal Guard -walks out the front door and slams it behind self-
  • FellSans: *ToSelf: Bitch..
  • -As Soon as he was gonna teleport, a portal appears in front of him-
  • FellSans: ? What the Fuck? -looks at it with hands in jacket pockets- what is this shit?...
  • -the portal sucks him in-
  • FellSans: !? -teleports before it could- what the fuck was that. . . -walks threw forest- least it didn't get me..
  • -portal appears underneath his feet and he falls in, portal closes-
  • FellSans: . . . I should of know...-pupils slightly opened, with a pist off look- where the fuck is it taking me..
  • *Back to LustSans Scene*
  • -portal opens and drops him on ground, and he faceplant-
  • LustSans: !? -muffles- ow.. -slowly stands back up,rubs face, looks around- where am I?.. geez.. I need to get back home
  • -he tries to teleport back to his au world, but for some reason, it only teleports him back to where he is right now-
  • LustSans: ? what the hell -keeps trying- what's goin on here.. why can't I teleport back?.. shit.. this isn't good
  • -he roams threw the forest, soon stumbles upon a empty house-
  • LustSans: -sees- ? hm.. seems empty, do I dare?.. Ah freak it, where else could I go, and its getting pretty dark out
  • -he heads inside the empty house, towards the living room, lays upon couch, slowly falls to sleep-
  • *Back to FellSans Scene*
  • -portal opens up and drops him-
  • FellSans: -lands on feet, grunts- what the fuck.. what's this shitty place.. I'm outer here..
  • *same result as LustSans, he only teleports to the same spot*
  • FellSans: ?.. Son of a Bitch.. guess I'm walkin..fuckin fantastic..
  • *As he roams threw the forest, it starts getting darker with night approaching, he soon stumbles upon the same house that LustSans is in, him not knowing he's there*
  • FellSans: -sees it- looks dead empty.. -looks around- to quiet out here.. might as well spend the night there till morin, and figure out on how the fuck I'm gonna get back..
  • -heads inside, pupils glow red for light, looks around-
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz -Snores-
  • FellSans: -hears- ? not empty.. -heads towards the snoring sound, suddenly seeing him sleeping on couch- ..... *Whispers to self: What the fuck is he doing here. . .
  • LustSans: zZzZzZz
  • FellSans: *Whisper to self: ... of all the Au's....-grunts- fuck sake...-sighs- maybe he might know what happened -grunts- n-no.. what am I saying.. I shouldn't talk to the sex addicting freak.. -back turned- there's gotta be someone else that can bring me back to my au...and explain, on why the fuck I'm here...
  • LustSans: -slowly wakes, hearing a voice, lifts head, and sees him- ? *To Self Whispers: ooooo heh, well well, how interesting that FellSans is here as well. Maybe, in the mean time, since were now both struck here, I could spare the time for some fun with him~ -gets up slowly, and approaches him quietly from behind, with a sly grin-
  • FellSans: *To self: Who ever brought me here with this "Freak" is gonna p-
  • LustSans: -Arms wrap around him- heeeyyy felly~ -chuckles, with pupils glowing in purple heart shape-
  • FellSans: !?! Oh Hell Nah! -Shoves him off- Don't Touch Me! -backs away-
  • LustSans: heheh~ Aww did I scare you felly~
  • FellSans: -raises non existing brow- fuck no... and don't call me that....
  • LustSans: Heh, weird how it brought you and me, together, isn't it~
  • FellSans: Don't Fuckin Touch Me. . .or I'll break you..
  • LustSans: -Leans forward, licks him on mouth- You talk bad~ I love it~
  • FellSans: ! -shivers- what the fuck is with you! you creep me the fuck out.. -clenches fist- Stay the fuck away from me!! Got That!
  • LustSans: or what, yah gonna, Pun-ish me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: First of all, good one, second, not to whatever your thinking...
  • LustSans: -chuckles- C'mere yah sexy bones~ -hands to his face and kisses him on mouth-
  • FellSans: !?! -swings a punch-
  • LustSans: -miss- lol
  • FellSans: -pupils flame red, blushes bit- You Asshole!!!
  • LustSans: -blushes- hehe~ you taste good hot stuff~
  • FellSans: ugh... -shivers- just. don't.
  • LustSans: Aww cmon, its just only you and me here~
  • FellSans: I.. don't give a flying fuck..
  • LustSans: I do~
  • FellSans: -flips him off- Fuck You!
  • LustSans: -loops fingers and puts in center of his middle finger- Fuck Me~ *winks*
  • FellSans: . . . -eyesockets go black, and twitches bit, growls- errr....
  • LustSans: Yah cute when your mad~
  • FellSans: I'm Not Cute! I'm Deadly!
  • LustSans: Oh sure yah are, yah also such a big ol softy~
  • FellSans: -raised voice bit- Stop. It. Now....
  • LustSans: Yah outta try somethin fun for a change sexy bad bones~ and not act like a pussy~
  • FellSans: -Triggered, slam him upon ground, pins him down- Shut Your Sluty Ass Mouth Up!!!
  • LustSans: -gets startled bit, sinful grin, legs wrap around his waist and pulls him down on me- Soooo Hooott~ -grabs to his collar and pulls down, licks on his neck-
  • FellSans: Gahh!?! -flinched and shivers, blushes more, tries to escape-
  • LustSans: -doesn't let him, arms around and over his shoulders, pulls him more down on me, legs still around his waist more tight, looks to him with a sly smile-
  • FellSans: . . . .Let...go..
  • LustSans: heh no~ -tongues him deep in the mouth to his tongue-
  • FellSans: !?! Mmph!-muffles- Stop! -struggles, blushing hard-
  • LustSans: -wraps tongue to his-
  • FellSans: Mmmph!! -can't take it-
  • LustSans: -breathes heavily- ahh heh~ -makes out to him, drools bit-
  • FellSans: a-ahh..-gives up, makes out back to him more roughly-
  • LustSans: -slathers tongue to his neck-
  • FellSans: ahh~ -pants hard, bites bit hard to his neck-
  • LustSans: -Jolts up bit- Ah!~ so naughty~
  • FellSans: *InMind: What the fuck am I doing.. This is so wrong yet.. -grunts- It feels so right* -hand grips to his ass-
  • LustSans: -Jolts bit from feel, blushes hard, yells out in pleasure- ohh felly!~
  • FellSans: -gets kinda turned on, turns him around to his stomach, pulls his shirt off and mine, licks his spine-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -pants heavily, trembles-
  • FellSans: -blushing, whispers- I..hate..you.. -pulls his pants down as I pull my shorts down, bends him over and penetrates him hard and deep in his ass-
  • LustSans: !! Ahhhh!!~ -moans loudly with tongue dripping and drooling bit-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, pounds in him harder, faster, deeper, gripping to his ass, spread wide-
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!~ hhhhhn!~ -moans louder, legs to knees get shaky, breathes heavier, hands grip-
  • FellSans: -breathes much heavier, sweating, keeps pelvic thrusting further and further in deeply, and much faster- ahhh~ mmmhh~ -huffs and puffs hard to his back of spine, with tongue out drooling on it-
  • LustSans: Ahhh!~ -moans out- fuck yes!~ -pants deeply, sweating and drooling from tongue- hhhhhhn!~
  • FellSans: -goes all the way in at limit thrusting deeply harder and faster- ahhhh~ f-fuck~ hhhhhn~ s-shit~ I'm g-gonna~ -full grip on his ass and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Ahhhh!!~ -screams in pleasure, from feeling his cum in me all wet- ooohh felly~~~ -blushes deeply-
  • FellSans: -pants, blushes hard, looks down on him and grins- I'm not done yet.. -turns him facing me, lowers his head, hand on back of his head and shoves my dick in his mouth-
  • LustSans: Mmmmppphhh!~
  • FellSans: Get to sucking you thirsty bastard~ -sly and grin smile-
  • LustSans: -sucks deep and hard-
  • FellSans: -pants hard, helps him go faster and deeper-
  • LustSans: -sucks deeply and faster, at sametime, jerking and stroking with bit of grip and squeeze to it, drools- Mmmmpph~ Mmmmh~
  • FellSans: -moans- ahhh~ g-god d-dam mmmhh~ hhhhhn~ -drools from tongue, staring at him, heavy breathing-
  • LustSans: -breathes heard from nose hole, goes deeper in throat, tongue slathers all over it soaking wet, goes faster, grip stroking-
  • FellSans: Ahhh~ -breathes deeply heavier- f-fuck~ Ahhh!~ mmmmh~ hhhhhn!~ -grabs to his head and thrust all the way in and cums- Ahhh!~
  • LustSans: Mmmmpphhh!!~ -gulps it all, pants hard- *huff* ahh~ *puffs* -licks around mouth, blushing more deeply-
  • FellSans: -looks to him, blushing harder, kisses to him-
  • LustSans: -kisses back- That was fun~
  • FellSans: f-fuck yeah, it was~
  • LustSans: -pupils glow in purple heart shape with a sly smile, says in sexual tone of voice- lets have some more fun~
  • *To Be Continued*

anonymous asked:


WHAT INDEED????!!! D: (honestly, I don’t know yet)

Let’s find out.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice for a first time flyer? Tips for going through the process, the long flight, and exiting the airport/picking up your luggage and all specifically that would have helped you in hindsight? I have a trip coming up and I'm slightly nervous even after googling tips since I'll likely be flying alone. Thanks ^^

As someone who has flown more than a bit before, and usually by myself, I will give you The Sudden Adult’s Guide to Surviving Plane Trips ™.

Checking In:

  • For most flights, you can “check in” as early as 24 hours before your flight. This will allow you to print your boarding pass at home/library/etc. and cut some of the time you’d be wasting standing in a long-ass line waiting to print your ticket. Gotta love technology.
  • Check your flight the morning of, or a few hours, before you’re scheduled to leave for the airport. Make sure the time hasn’t changed due to weather/mechanical issues/etc. No one wants to arrive at the airport to find out their fucking flight was delayed 5 hours and they now have to wait at a crappy airport coffee shop.
  • Get dropped off at the terminal for your flight. The best way to ensure this is to have a general idea of where your terminal will be. You don’t have to be dropped off there, but it saves you from walking and dragging your luggage down to your airline’s bag check.

Luggage Tips:

  • TIP YOUR BAG PERSON. That person who you drop your luggage off with when you arrive at the airport? Tip them. I usually give $5 per bag. A nice tip and friendly attitude ensures your bag arrives at its destination (usually).
  • If you have a black/brown/gray suitcase, try making it stand out. Usually I see people tie ribbons to the handles. Personally, I have a lime green ribbon and a pink skull luggage tag that are hard to miss (but then, my regular suitcase is also metallic, so it’s a pleasant eyesore).
  • Put luggage tags on your suitcase and carry-on. Make sure your information on the tags is up-to-date. In case your shit goes missing, you want to give the airport a way of finding you.
  • Know what your airline considers a carry-on size. Sometimes airlines will change the carry-on requirements because why not do things to piss off passengers? Check by calling the airline directly or Googling “What is a carry-on bag + name of airline.” Usually you are allowed one carry-on and one personal bag (purse/backpack/laptop case).

TSA/Security Tips:

  • Know the 3-1-1 rule and follow it. Keep your tiny liquids bag in an easily-accessible front or side pocket so you can whip it out without digging through your bag. Same goes for laptops. Make it easy to pull out, because it will have to go in a bin by itself.
  • Wear shoes that easily slip on and off, because you will have to take them off to go through security. Also, wear socks, because who knows what the fuck’s on that airport floor.
  • Take any coats/hoodies off while you wait in line. TSA agents will ask you to take these off anyway, so might as well save the people behind you some time. Same goes for any jewelry, belts, or cellphones that will set off the metal detector. Put them in a pocket of your carry-on.
  • Pay attention to the line when it moves. As a (former) frequent flyer, I cannot explain how annoying it is to be stuck in a line behind someone who is not paying attention. Don’t be that person.
  • Also, if you’re not a frequent flyer, do not get in the experienced flyer line. We can smell the inexperience.
  • Keep your ID and ticket (and passport, if required) easily accessible on your person. This will make going through any additional security nice and easy for you.

Airport Tips:

  • Find out where your terminal is, then worry about getting food or drink. Nothing is more stressful than finally getting your $20 sandwich and then having to run around a large airport trying to find your terminal. Find your terminal and then embark on the search for food.
  • Do not leave your bags unattended. This should really speak for itself.
  • Pee before you fly. Like Ma always said, use the loo before you fly, boo…especially if you need to poo.
  • Good fucking luck finding a place to charge your phone/laptop/nintendo 3DS if you’re flying out during a busy time (holidays, weekends, etc.). Solve the problem by charging these things the night before you leave.

Plane Tips:

  • Put your carry-on in the overhead bin that’s near your seat. If you have anything in there that you might want during the flight (magazine, notebook, etc.), consider getting it out before you get on the plane.
  • Sit in the seat you’ve been assigned. Unless it’s a Southwest flight (which lets passengers choose their own seats upon boarding), your ticket will say where you’ll sit. Sit there. Don’t be the seat-stealing prick of the plane.
  • If you’re nervous, listen to the flight attendant at the beginning. They will explain all regular and emergency procedures. Sometimes knowing how to survive if shit hits the fan can make you feel better.
  • If you think you may  feel sick during the flight, try chewing mint-flavored gum. Gum also helps with you ears popping. If the flight serves drinks, request something soothing like ginger ale. If not, buy a $3 bottle of lemon-lime soda from a place in the airport. My personal experience is that ginger ale solves all flight sickness (or maybe that’s a placebo effect, I don’t know and don’t care, because I like ginger ale).
  • Don’t get up when the flight attendant brings out the little drink cart. There’s never a way around it, so just sit tight until it passes you if you need to get up and pee.
  • Try getting to know your seat neighbor(s), if you’re comfortable with that. Last time I flew, I had an interesting discussion with the old dude sitting next to me about the status of the US economy.

Landing & Leaving:

  • BRACE YOURSELF! Sort of kidding, but if you’re like me and planes make you nauseous, you might want to prepare yourself (I know that I personally feel most sick during turbulence and landing).
  • Don’t bother rushing to get up and stand. The damn plane’s not going to take off again while you’re still on it, so chill out and take your time. If you’re on a flight that’s part of a connecting flight, they’ll usually ask passengers who need to leave to make their next flight to get off first. Some people are jerks and will pretend just so they can leave slightly sooner than others.
  • Be careful when you open the overhead bin. They aren’t kidding when they say stuff may have shifted around. I once saw a lady get beaned on the forehead by her kid’s carry-on.
  • Make your way to the baggage claim. If you have to pee, do it now, because luggage can take a while, so you might as well empty your bladder while you can. And if you’re lost, just follow the people form your plane, or ask someone who looks like an airport employee.
  • Stand around the luggage carousel and wait for your bag. A lot of people crowd around the opening, but you can stand out and wait near the end. The bags go around in circles for fucks sake, so it’s not like you only have one chance to grab your bag. Also, double-check that it is your bag.
  • Check that your ride knows when and where to pick you up. Let them know your flight number, arrival time, and terminal so they can be on the lookout. Pick someone reliable (I’ve been left waiting before, I can tell you it sucks ass).

So…yep. That’s all the tips I can think of.

-The Sudden Adult

PS. If you’re gonna fly, don’t let your arms get tired! HA. HA. HA.

I'll Show You (Part 2) - Theo Raeken Imagine

A/N: No actual SMUT in this part, just lap dance and stuff. Let me know what you guys think and if you want a part 3! (:


Note: Part 1
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Warning: SMUT, cursing, dirty dancing
Word count: 2459

“Again, why are we doing this?” Lydia asks while doing the dishes. “Because I want to show Theo that he’s wrong, that I’m not boring or whatever.” I reply as I open several packages of chips and put them in different bowls. “Honey, why do you care about what he thinks?”

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Title: Arrested

Summary: Sasuke and Sakura get caught in the act in public and have to answer to the head of the police force, Uchiha Fugaku.

Embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe this situation.

There was awkward, tense, unpleasant, humiliating, problematic, uncomfortable, mortifying; the list goes on and on. 

As she sat handcuffed on a hard, cold, plastic chair in the middle of Konoha’s Military Police Station she couldn’t help but think of all ways this could have all been prevented.

How she should have broken the kiss when his tongue entered her mouth.

How she should have ended it when his hands began to roam.

How she shouldn’t have let him lead her into that alley, just feet away from the bustling marketplace.  

How she should have prevented him from pushing away her panties.

How she should have stopped him when he entered her in one fluid motion.

But as always she didn’t, or rather she couldn’t. As always she’s helpless when it comes to him.

Just a whisper of her name from his lips is enough to make her knees go weak. Just being in close proximity to him makes her senses fog up. Just a simple touch from him is enough to drive her insane.

So when two officers from the military police caught them right in the middle of their little rump in the alley, it almost wasn’t a surprise.

Her mind was completely filled to the brim with him that she didn’t sense them coming. And to her credit Sasuke didn’t either.

So that was how she was in her current predicament.

Arrested on a charge of indecent exposure and waiting to speak to the head of the police force to find out her punishment or rather, waiting to speak to her boyfriend’s father.

Somebody please kill her now.

She looked over to the closed door that led to Uchiha Fugaku’s office.

Sasuke was already in there talking to his father, saying God-knows-what to try and get him to drop the charges on them, but she doubts he will. As much as she knows Fugaku-san cares about Sasuke, he is also a fair and just man and would not be above punishing his own son when he breaks the law.

She let out a sigh and looked down to the floor, her pink tresses coming forward to hide her face. 

She could feel the stares coming from the other officers in the vicinity. Most of them were related to her boyfriend in some way or form. They all knew why she was here, they all knew that they were caught banging in an alley. She was positive that by morning everyone in the village would know about their little misadventure, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

She physically had to hold in a groan.

Her head snapped up when she heard the door to Fugaku-san’s office open and turned in time to see her boyfriend of two years step out looking eerily grim. She immediately stood up but before she could say a word to him an officer had grabbed her roughly by the arm.

“Don’t touch her!!” Sasuke harshly snapped at at officer who immediately let go once he saw the sharingan spinning wildly at him. She quickly stepped past both of them and and entered the office, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Hesitantly she looked over at the man that was seated behind the large oak desk in in the middle of the room, currently scribbling away on a scroll.

Uchiha Fugaku was a tall man, with broad shoulders upon which sat a head that was always held high. This was a man who has been head of the police force and head of the clan for well over twenty years, and from the looks of it had no intention of giving up his reign anytime soon.

He paused his writing and looked up at her a moment. “Have a seat Sakura,” he said as he motioned to the chair directly in front of him.

She carefully walked up and sat down on said chair, unconsciously holding in her breath.

Having been on the same team as Sasuke since she was twelve and been dating him since she was fifteen, she’s encountered this man multiple times before, but never under these circumstances.

For one Sasuke has always been present during these meetings and two, it’s never been because she was caught fucking his son in public.

While Sasuke’s reassured her plenty of times before that his father genuinely liked her, she’s always kind of felt that he didn’t think she was a good match for Sasuke. That she was unworthy of him. And she was positive this situation only further cemented his opinion of her.

“It says here,” he starts off holding up a copy of what she assumes is the police report, “that you have a charge of one count of public indecency after being caught in an alleyway engaging in the act of sexual intercourse with Uchiha Sasuke.”

Dear Lord she couldn’t look at him.

This was probably it. This was the moment when he was going to demand that she stop seeing Sasuke. That such a tramp that was willing to let herself be taken in an alleyway was not fit for his son. She tensed up bracing herself for the impact.

Then she heard it

It started off rather soft and faint. At first she had to strain herself in order to hear it, but then gradually it grew louder and more intense. She recognized this sound, snapping her head back up her suspicions were confirmed.

Uchiha Fugaku, the man whom she’s never even seen the slightest hint of any kind of emotion on his face, the man who’s always so composed, formal and proper was… laughing?

She sat there, shocked really, staring at the scene before her.

The man had head thrown back, eyes shut and a deep rumble was protruding through his lips.

Sasuke would never believe her.

She patiently waited for his fit to die down, now even more unsure of herself.

Once he collected himself after a cough of two, he pulled opened up a drawer in his desk and pulled a piece of paper out.

“Just sign this sheet,” he said handing the paper over to her. Taking it from him she quickly skimmed it and looked up at him questioningly. “Uh, are you sure this is correct? Because this says that—“

“I’m dropping all of your charges, that is correct.”

“What?! You can’t be serious, I mean I broke the law.”

“I hardly consider getting caught having sex in an ally breaking the law Sakura. Now sign the paper, unless of course you really don’t want to?” he questioned.

“No, no!!” she exclaimed quickly picking up a pen and signing the document laid out in front of her. “This is just kind of surprising Fugaku-san, I mean in all honesty I kind of got the impression that you weren’t too fond of me.” She meekly stated, seriously hoping that letting him know her feelings isn’t something she’ll regret.

He spoke after a very tense pause.

“When Sasuke first told his mother and I that he had began courting you, I was against it at first. I had hoped he would choose someone within the clan so as to keep the bloodline pure.”

She felt the familiar sting in her eyes. Though she’s known this all along, it still hurt to hear.

“What changed?”

If anything did at all? She added silently.

“Sasuke did”

At the look of her confusion on her face he continued.

“These past two years that he’s been with you has changed him, more than either of you realize. You….You make him a good man.” Then as if slightly embarrassed he started shuffling the papers that had been lying on his desk around.

Sakura knew that that was the end of this conversation.

“Go on now, he’s waiting for you.”

She stood up and gave a deep bow to the man before her, “Thank you Fugaku-san” before exiting the office.

She found her boyfriend seated outside the office waiting for her she assumed. He stood up as soon as he saw her exiting.

Before she could say anything, he started. “I— I’m sorry.”

Upon seeing the questioning look on her face he elaborated.

“My father’s right. I shouldn’t have put you in that kind of situation. I should have thought about how this kind of thing getting out will affect your reputation.” He said solemnly.

“He really said that?” she asked becoming slightly elated.

Seeing her cheer up he couldn’t help but slightly smirk himself.  “I’ve told you countless times that he likes you. He just has a hard time showing it.”

At that she couldn’t help but poke his side. “Sounds like somebody else I know very well.”

After giving her a playful glare, he took her had in his, put them in his pocket and led her out of the station.

“Did father tell you when your community service is going to start?” he questioned her as they walked towards her house.

“Community service?” she asked puzzled.

He stopped them mid step. “Did he not tell you want your punishment was?”

Slightly confused she shook her head. “He said he was dropping my charges.”

“He’s dropping your charges?”  He asked with disbelief.

She didn’t even have to answer.

“Sakura, my own father sentenced me to 120 hours of community service and you get away completely unscathed. Do you still have any doubts that he doesn’t like you?”

Letting out a soft laugh she said “You’re right Sasuke-kun.”

Taking their hands out of his pocket he raised the back of hers up to his face and pressed his lips up against it.  He then swiftly stuffed the pair of hands back into his pocket and started tugging her back in the direction they had just come from.

“Um, Sasuke-kun?” she questioned him.

“Fucking hell Sakura.  I am not doing 120 hours of community service. We’re going back.”

Sakura couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Our spot

i finished this in one day! yay! i did say this was inspired by a dream i had but frankly, at this point i cant remember the contents of it anymore
also Emssi; Em- ssi, M-C? yeah? no? okay

The lights on the bridge that stretched cross the width of the river, illuminated part of the city with a blue glow. Two shadows cast behind the couple, standing below right by the shore. In the quiet night, other than the occasional vehicles that drove along the bridge, her voice drifted. 

“Hey, when we meet again, let’s come back here. To our very spot.” The girl spoke, her sandy brown hair dancing in the wind with a faint turquoise glow.

“Meet again? You’ll always be with me.” The boy replied, his yellow-black-striped glasses reflecting the light, such that it was hard to see his eyes and his expression. The girl kicked a small pebble into the waters, before muttering “oh… right.” It could have been Saeyoung’s imagination, but her voice sounded a little cracked and felt… distant. 

“When will you cut your bangs? It’s hard to look into your eyes.” He asked, trying to change the subject in hopes of lifting the mood. The girl let out a soft giggle in response, stepping closer to Saeyoung and into his embrace. He hugged her back, tightly. She whispered, dodging his question completely, “I’ll miss you, Saeyoung.”

 Then, everything went white.

A memory, or a dream? This vision had been playing in Luciel’s mind again and again. Taking his treasured car out for a drive, he couldn’t stop wondering whether that really happened. Who was that girl? How did she know his real name? That was a name he never wanted to remember or be addressed by. Still, she felt… familiar, yet so distant.

Luciel hadn’t been aware of which direction he was driving, other than along the river that flowed through the city. It was night time, so the stars shone brightly in the skies, accompanying the moon. Softly, he said in a tune to himself, “Star one, me one. Star two, you two~“ 

"Star three, you three~”
“Eh? I’m the third?”
“I just want to give all of them to you, Seven." 

A pang of familiarity hit him, along with the voices that he swore he could hear. A girl and a boy, strangely similar to his own voice. His breathing quickened suddenly, causing him to feel light-headed. He parked his car at the side so he could rest and calm down for a few minutes. 

The lights on the bridge, that stretched cross the width of the river, illuminated part of the city with a blue glow. It looked beautiful. Luciel decided to step outside to get a clearer view. Strange, this whole scenery made him feel at home, even though he never came here. Since the riverbank was just a stone’s throw away, he went closer to the waters until he could see his own reflection.

 'Your hair’s a mess, dude’ Luciel thought to himself. Letting out a sigh, he walked along the path while staring out at the river, his hands in his jacket’s pockets to keep his hands warm. He failed to notice another girl walking in the opposite direction towards him. Soon she came closer, their shoulders accidentally brushing pass each other. Luciel’s heart skipped a beat, and instinctively turned around to grab her wrist. The girl jumped and looked back at him, before her face softened into a gentle smile, but avoided his gaze. 

Sandy brown hair, mid back length. Bangs. Soft, honey-colored eyes. Her smile. Luciel knew he’d seen them before. "Do I… know you?” His voice shook with uncertainty. She didn’t answer, but instead pulled her hands out of his grasp to hold his.

Let me bring you somewhere.” She said, a melodic voice carried by the breeze. The girl didn’t give him time to reply before leading him down the path. Luciel knew he should be questioning her motive, but he remained quiet. This felt very familiar- too familiar- as if it had already happened many times. They stopped right under the bridge, before the girl let him go. 

Isn’t it pretty?” She asked. Luciel nodded, staring at how the lights from both the city and bridge reflected off the calm waters. Now that he’d seen it with his eyes, this was where his vision took place, didn’t it?
“I told you we would meet here again.” She whispered, so softly that he barely heard her. She faced the bridge, unwilling to look at him. “Again?” He repeated, turning to look at her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle. More so when she let out a familiar giggle. Her presence felt like a friend he knew for a long time, yet not awkward at all. “I finally cut my bangs, Saeyoung! Can you see my eyes?” She pointed at her eyes cutely, finally facing him properly. 

It was as if that was a trigger. It was as if that was the clarity to his bundle of confusion. He turned away almost immediately, his hand covering his mouth in shock as small flashes of memory came back slowly. She felt more and more like someone close to him, someone he should have never forgotten. Tears welled up in his eyes, as he turned back and struggled to say something, anything, to that girl. 

 "You… are-“ He choked. ”Shh,“ The girl put a finger on her lips, ”Everything’ll be okay, Saeyoung.“ What is? Who is? His mind was still loaded with questions, but the words couldn’t seem to leave his mouth, as he felt a lump in his throat. At that moment, her body seemed to glow, and she became gradually translucent. The smile he loved so much was still plastered on her face, even though it was ruined by a few tear drops on her cheeks. ”I'll… see you soon, Seven.“ Was the last thing she whispered, before she started to disappear- drifting into the thin air. Tears clouding his vision, he struggled to get his voice out, to reach her before she disappeared completely. 


Luciel woke up with a start, suddenly sitting upright in his computer seat. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, his breathing was irregular and his heart was jumping rapidly. He spun around in his seat to find that he was in his room, and that he fell asleep while working, indicated by the flashing lights on his monitor screens. After going a full circle and stopping at his desk, he put his elbows on the black desk, leaning forward so his palms pressed against his face. 

‘Em’? Em-what? Em-my? Em-sae? His head pounded thinking about the puzzle that didn’t seem solvable. The answer seemed so close, but no matter how he reached out it would never be in his grasp. He pulled his hair in frustration. Just then, his phone, sitting idly beside the computer mouse, lit up as notifications came in. It seemed that the other RFA members were logged in and having a chat. Luciel grabbed his phone and decided to check whatever was going on. The first thing he saw in the chat room shocked him, so much that he’d almost dropped his phone. The answer. It was right there all along. He shakily put the phone down, muttering the name to himself again, and again.

Yoosung★: failed my midterms fml T_T
[Emssi has entered the chatroom]

Oikage Week - Day 1

Words: 1878
Rating: G
Notes: I tried p hard to make this as canon as possible so i guess this could be considered pre-relationship? Hmm idk, but enjoy ~

Kageyama felt silly standing in front of Aoba Johsai with flowers in one hand and a box of chocolate in the other. He was pretty sure the graduation ceremony was almost over with and he hasn’t even crossed the gates entering the school. 

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Standards and Fear

 This world that we live in loves to set standards. Many of these standards are constantly morphing and even changing entirely into a new set of standards. But there are some however, that have never changed. While I could rant on and on about these ridiculous set of rules that society creates, there is one tonight that weighs heavily on my heart. A cripple, a mute, a learning disorder. A condition, an illness. Deaf, blind, or disfigured. Even the elderly. All of these people are rounded up by society, like animals in a zoo, being observed and gawked at. Tell me, when you pass by someone in the supermarket who sits in a wheelchair, what is your reaction? Do you give them an apologetic smile as you step aside? Do you make eye contact and try your hardest to act “normal”, or do you even go as far as acting as though they are not there. Perhaps you feel that if you acknowledge their existence, they will feel embarrassed, even humiliated. But then…maybe you are the embarrassed one.
    My little sister is a free spirit, to say the least. While she was taking mud baths in the heat of summer, I was the one buried in books and art and things of that sort. She is the risk-taker, the bold one. Not only has she endured three major surgeries that have confined her wild heart to a wheel chair each time, she took it with a smile all three times. Now, my sister who’s wild heart was confined to a constant state of stillness, was presented with a great deal of time alone with her thoughts. Many of those thoughts that she shared had to do with her frustration involving the way people-the general public- were treating her because of the fact she was in a wheelchair. “They get so awkward, like they feel bad for me and don’t want to look at me,” she would say irritated, “I wish they would just treat me like a normal person.” They next time we went out, I watched, and to find that my younger sister was absolutely right. People’s reactions varied between two different extremes. One of these extremes was obvious eye contact, but in a condescending way. A look that said “I’m so sorry that you are the way you are.” And the other extreme being, obviously, the attitude that she was not ever there in the first place. Despite the maddening looks or lack there of, she pulled through those times of confinement time after time, and it never ceased to amaze me.
    Now, several months later she was back on her feet again, but she had an accident and broke her arm (no one was surprised really). She chose the brightest, neon pink cast that she could choose. I still remember how she strutted out of the doctors office like she was on top of the world; as though she had forgotten that she had just broken her arm. Later on in the week my family took a trip to the mall, and I decided to observe the way people treated my sister this time. What I saw fascinated and disturbed me at the same time. Everywhere we went, she received warm, sympathetic smiles, and many times questions about what happened. Never in a million years would someone have asked her what happened when she was in her wheelchair. But this time, no one gave it a second thought. Why?
    I came to the conclusion that we as humans, are afraid of permanence when it comes to our physical abilities or looks. When my sister was being wheeled around with a blanket draped over her legs, it seemed to others that her disability was permanent, for life, and to ask would be sensitive or rude. In my opinion this is an excuse to cover up our fear of breaking away from the worlds standards. When Macy sported her flamboyant pink cast, fear never played a factor, because people know that it will eventually come off, and all will be well.
     I strongly dislike the word “disability”, because it suggests that a person is weak in every way. Perhaps  they are weak according to the world, but their souls and hearts would tell you otherwise, if you took a peek inside. Have you ever met an autistic child? Those children know a joy that those who do not have autism never will. They feel emotion so deeply, and their laughter is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard. Those who cannot hear sounds, see like those who can hear never will. The soft breeze of spring, and the first snowflake falling from the sky speak only to the blind. The paralyzed dance through life in their own lovely way. These people are called weak, and unable, but to me, they are the strongest of us all. The obstacles that they face, and the daunting challenges they endure are endless, yet they continue to give to the world and enrich it. They see the world in a way I never will be able to, and the things that can be learned from them are endless. God has given us all a purpose, he knows each person in a way more intimate than we can even fathom. I believe that what this world sees as a disability, God sees as an asset, a gift. Those that have this gift are so immensely strong, and so uniquely equipped to adorn our tired world with pockets of pure joy.
    So again, we are brought to the question why? Why do we feel pity for those who do not meet the standards of this world? Who are we to define what is weak, and what is not? I do not intend for my words to be accusing, because we are all guilty of submitting to the fear of being different. I do however, intend to push you towards changing the way you think about these standards that we are so constantly and tirelessly exposed to. Why live in fear, when you could be who you are truly created to be and instead revel in the person that God has made you. Never has there been one like you, and never will there be, so why not step out of those confining standards and push the limits of greatness?


After spending quite a bit of time googling how to get pwp requests, I’ve come up with (almost) the perfect strategy. I’ve combined other people’s techniques along with my own and this is what I’ve come up with. This is also known as the diving trick, but as I stated before I’ve added and replaced some techniques that, in my opinion, make it better. Also note: I tried doing this without any other pwp’s built and I did not get a single request, after I built two pwp’s I started getting requests.

Items you’ll need:

- wet suit

- flowers

- timer and shovel (optional)

Step one (optional):

Trap the villagers that you don’t want pwp’s from by digging holes around them. What I typically do is I separate the villagers, if I want pwp’s from peppy and uchi I’ll have my peppy and uchi villagers in the top portion of my town and I’ll dig holes so they can’t cross the bridges. OR an easier way would be to dig holes around the villagers so that you know where all of the villagers are, so you’re not chasing them around town and pinging villagers you don’t want to ping.

Step two:

Empty your pockets of bells and items then fill them up with flowers!

it’s important to note that if your pockets are empty then villagers can ask you to buy stuff from them, if your pockets have items in them then villagers can ask to buy those items, they can also ask you to run them errands, or they can even give you items for free; which is nice but that isn’t our goal here. You don’t want more than 500 bells on you. I usually carry 99 bells. Also, by filling our pockets with flowers we will eliminate a lot of possible outcomes of a ping!

Step three:

Put your wetsuit on and swim to the far bottom right or far bottom left corner of your ocean. The idea here is to be completely out of sight from your villagers. Sit in the bottom left or bottom right hand corner of your ocean and wait for 5-10 minutes. This is where the timer comes in, you can time yourself using the timer or you could always set a timer on your phone. I personally set a timer on my phone. While you’re waiting you can watch tv, do homework, do chores, or whatever you’d like to burn time!

Step four:

After the you spend 5-10 minutes chilling in the ocean swim back to your town and walk, I repeat, walk by the villagers you want requests from. More often than not you’ll find out that villagers will want you to change their catchphrase, greeting, nickname, etc. I usually change these when asked. Why? Because I don’t want them to ask me to change it again. I usually only change it slightly though by adding an exclamation point or pluralizing it. You should get a request within the first five times.

Step five:

IF YOU RANDOMLY STOPPED GETTING PINGS THERE’S A REASON WHY!I found this out the hard way, but if you randomly stop getting pings it’s because you’re “tired”. Talk to your villagers and they’ll say something like “Wow…you’ve been playing awhile you should take a break!” right after that dialogue it’ll reset and you’ll start getting pings again. You’ll get a ping right after you talk to a villager about this so don’t talk to a villager you want a ping from. This will happen about every hour or so.

Step six:

It’s said that you can only get one request a day! I don’t know if this is true, but I surely don’t want to take the risk. After I get a request I’ll time travel a day in time to continue grinding for pwp’s. I have never gotten two requests in a day.


- Empty your pockets of bells/items

- Fill your inventory of flowers

- Trap villagers you don’t want pinging you (optional)

- Swim to the farthest edge of your ocean and wait for 5-10 minutes

- Walk by villagers to get a ping

- Change catchphrases/greetings if possible.

- Talk to villagers if you’re not getting pings anymore (typically after an hour)

Picture this, folks. New York. January. Cold like a loveless marriage, the sort that turns around and shivs you just for something to do. Snow gone brown and mushy. Grey sky, and the clouds look like tobacco smoke against it. Probably taste like it too, and piss out bourbon when they rain - the city’s got that kind of feel to it. And me, traipsing through the alley like a damn schmuck on a case that’s locked up tighter than a whorehouse to beggar. I’ve been on this thing for thirty six hours and it’s gone straight to hell with a manic grin and a trail of bodies to mark the way.

Am I being screwed over? Like a choir boy on an altar, but a case is a case. You don’t hire a guy like me if you’ve got an easy one and this is so far from an easy one I may as well get a new passport and emigrate. I’ve had two guys try to drop me and I’m getting fucking sick of being shot at, and the church that was supposed to be my next lead is a pile of smoking rubble with a corpse or two thrown in as a fun freebie to brighten my day. Nothing cheers you up like learning that your kidnapping case went murderous on you. Better than Christmas come eleven months early and leaving a pipe bomb in your stocking, and Santa being a dick who drank the last of the booze and stuck an IOU note to the empty flask.

How did I get myself here? Well. It started with this dame. Scamander, that was the name, friend of Queenie’s sister, something like that - Queenie comes over to my desk all smiles like she couldn’t stick a stiletto through your heart and twist it. Says she has a case for me, says I’ll like this one. Says I should open the window and let some sunlight in the room before I choke on the gloom, but all that would do is swap the smoke from inside for the smog from outside and it’s high quality smoke in my office. I ain’t trading that for the cheap shit they breathe in the street.

“Don’t be shy honey,” she says to the dame. “Graves don’t bite. He talks big, but he’s a real softy on the inside.”

You’re a star, Queenie. A real diamond in the shitpile of life. God only knows why I keep you around.

She ushers the dame in, and I prepare myself for the usual schtick. Been doing this job for long enough now that I know the trope: red dress, killer heels, flashier jewels than a doll their age could afford but the kind of makeup that says exactly where they got the money from. Drop a bit of leg on the desk, bat their eyes and take the sort of drag on their cigarette that a guy would usually pay to see, dump a case on me that no sane detective would ever take.

Joke’s on them; they can lean forwards all they want, but this detective is as bent as politician’s morals. Nice assets darling, but they do exactly squat for me. I take the cases. I solve the cases, because that’s what I do. And then I charge them through the fucking nose for the privilege and drop their pretty jewels off at the pawn shop on my way home. It pays the bills.

So I’m sat there, bracing myself for more of the same, and Queenie steps back as the dame comes through.

I swear my heart took one look and decided to do the fucking charleston against my ribs. One of the routines which is all kicks and flailing like an epileptic flamingo and some idiot shredding a ukulele in the background.

“Take a seat, sweetie,” Queenie says, and I can see on her face that she knows exactly what her new case is doing to me. If I wasn’t so close to cardiac arrest I’d say something about that, but I focus on remembering to breathe instead. “You want anything? Coffee, tea, can I get you a slice of something nice?”

“Whiskey,” I croak out, and Queenie ignores me.

“Oh,” the dame says, and fuck if his voice isn’t liquid honey and ice cream in summer. Fuck. “No, I’m good. I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” He ducks his head and looks up through a curly ginger fringe. Pain starts shooting down my left arm as my heart gives out.

“Don’t be silly,” Queenie scolds. “I’ll get you a tea, you just wait right there.” 

He smiles, all bashful and shy, and I start praying because I’ve lived through a lot in the comedic shitshow that’s my life but this? This is what’s going to kill me.

“So Mr Scamander,” I say in a strangled attempt at a drawl. “I hear you have a case for me?”

He nods, quick and jittery like, and reaches into his pocket for a photo. When he unfolds it it shows some miserable fuck with a haircut not even a mother could love and I swear, this better not be his boyfriend. My life is trouble enough without the inevitable fallout when I steal the guy’s dame from under his nose. Because I will. I’ll feel bad about it, sure, but morals are a luxury I’m miles too broke to afford and opportunities like this don’t come often enough to pass them by.

“This is Credence. He’s my…” He pauses. It’s a long pause, one that drags on too long as he searches for the words, and I can tell you this because I wasn’t breathing during it and my chest was on fucking fire by the time he picked up again. “He’s family. And he’s missing, and I wanted - I was hoping - you think you can find him, Mr Graves?”

And see, you don’t come to a dive like this with a basic missing person’s case like that. My brain’s as pickled as my liver from all the spirits I’ve soaked it in, but I ain’t blind enough not to spot that there’s something more going on here. I shoulda chucked the dame out the window and told him to keep the change for trying to pull a fast one on me, or at the very least grilled him like a flambe steak until he spilled the beans.

He leans forward and bites his lip, big eyes all wide and bad news writ over him like a twenty foot billboard and fuck me sideways with a jazz band.

My will’s in my left shoe and Queenie, the traitor, is inheriting the business and every dime of the debt that comes with it. 

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