#okay so the queue's just entirely busted I guess

[adobe-outdesign]

what makes DHMIS so great is that no other TV show would have the audacity to have as batshit insane plots as it. like, what other program would wait until the last episode to reveal that one of the main characters is battery powered and then have said character find god living in their attic by the end. there is literally no way to predict what’s going to happen in any given episode and I love it

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #dhmis series #dont hug me im scared #yellow guy #outdesign posts things #also the episode with a talking butterfly ends with them worshipping a stone head that they feed gravel #okay so the queue's just entirely busted I guess #if this posts twice I apologize in advance #greatest hits

[calumance]

Ooo can you write something with calum on #9 from the prompt list you reblogged

9. “I don’t think you realise just how many people want to date you…I mean you’ve got a queue longer than the one to get into Glastonbury”

I got carried away. 😳 this is a little long 😂

           The music pumped through your veins as you stood by the pool and looked at the water. You had been invited to the party by Calum, but the seconds you got there, he completely ditched you. Which instantly made you wonder why he even invited you in the first place. After you stared at the water for a moment, you finally reached down and slipped your sandals off and sat on the edge, dunking your feet and legs into the water. When you looked up, you saw Calum across the yard. He was talking to a girl you had seen around your group of friends a few times. His smile was brighter than you had ever seen in your life, and she was smiling just as brightly back at him.

           You looked down at your feet and kicked around in the water. Your heart seemingly broke, but there was nothing you could do, he was just a friend, and not even that good of one. The person you were closest to was Ashton. You met him years ago when you bumped into him at a restaurant you had gone to with your family. It wasn’t for a while that he introduced you to his friends, Calum being the one who drew most of your attention. It was just a crush, and you only ever hung out with Calum when you were at parties, or he was at Ashton’s house. Maybe it wasn’t surprising that he ditched you, but it was certainly surprising that he was the one who invited you. “Hey you.” A familiar voice said from behind you.

           Ashton sat next to you and rolled up his pant legs to stick his feet in the water. “Hey,” you said forcing a smile.

           “Are you having fun?” Ashton asked as he dunked his feet into the water. You watched him as he tucked his dark curls behind his ear and then shifted your focus back to Calum. Calum was now surrounded by a bunch of different girls, all of them laughing and tucking their hair behind their ears. Their body language just screamed ‘I want you to ask me out’ and it made you absolutely sick to your stomach.

           As you shrugged you looked down at your feet. “I don’t know. Calum was the one who invited me, and he hasn’t even said two word to me this entire time.” Ashton knew of your crush on Calum, and knew how much you hated that you liked him.

           Ashton looked over at him and placed his hands in his lap. “Why don’t you go talk to him then?” He looked towards you with a stupid smile plastered on his face. “He keeps glancing this direction, maybe he wants you to go talk to him.”

           You lifted your eyes to see Calum looking at you and then quickly directed his eyes is a different direction. “All of those girls are talking to him though.”

           “So what, just go talk to him.” Someone from behind you called Ashton’s name. He stood up and placed a hand on your shoulder before walking away.

           You glanced looked up again, but this time Calum, and the group of girls were gone. A sigh fell from your chest, feeling slightly relieved that you didn’t have to go talk to him. You placed your hands behind you and leaned back into your palms. The stars above you twinkled and you closed your eyes, the cool breeze dancing across your skin. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you and you opened your eyes. Just as you opened your eyes, you watched as Calum dunked his feet into the water and kicked his feet. He looked at you and smiled, placing his hands in his lap. “What are you doing?” You asked him, the question coming out a bit harsher than you planned.

           Calum shrugged and looked at his feet. “Just thought I’d come over and talk to you, since I was the one who invited you to this party in the first place.” He smiled again, looking at you through his glossy eyes that twinkled in the light.

           Your stomach flipped and you pushed yourself off your palms and placed your hands in your lap. Silence fell between you and you kicked your feet in the water. “Why aren’t you talking to that girl you were talking to earlier? She really seemed to like you.” You finally said, swallowing every ounce of pain it caused.

           Calum scoffed and turned to pick up the beer bottle that was sitting next to him and took a long drink. “Liking someone and wanting to fuck someone are two very different things.”

           Confusion washed over you as you pulled your eyebrows together, “Her body language told me that she liked you, not just wanted to fuck you.”

           “Ah, but when she told me ‘hey, I just want to fuck you,’ everything got kind of ruined.” He raised his eyebrows and took another drink from his bottle. He licked his lips as he put the bottle next to him, then laced his fingers together.

           “Okay, fine, she wasn’t exactly the greatest example, but,” You took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, “I don’t think you realize just how many people want to date you,” You swallowed hard and shifted your focus back to him, “I mean you’ve got a que longer than the one to get into Glastonbury.”

           Calum chuckled and met your stare. “Maybe so, but I don’t want to date any of them. The person I want to date, doesn’t feel the same way, so I’ll just keep waiting in the same que.” He nodded and looked down at his hands. His fingers stretched as he looked at them and you could see the pained look on his face.

           You sat up straight and shifted your gaze to something across the yard. “Have you asked that person how they felt about you?” Calum scoffed and shook his head. “Maybe you should.” You said just as Calum started to look around.

           “Why don’t we get out of here? Maybe we can go get some ice cream or something. This party is a bust anyway.” He stood up and offered you his hand. Together you dried off your legs and put your shoes back on. He held out your hand, and you hesitantly took it. As he pulled you through the house, you could feel the eyes on you. You tried to hide your face, but Calum pulled you through the front door before you got the chance.

           You sat in his car and played with the hem of your shirt. Calum’s grip on the steering wheel was lose and his head was leaning against his fist, his elbow propped up on the door. Feeling your gaze on him, he turned and looked at you, a smile slowly growing across his lips. “What’s on your mind?’ He asks you as he gaze goes back to the road.

           “Why did you invite me tonight? Usually Ashton is the one to invite me to the parties.” You looked back down at your hands and then out then back to Calum, waiting for his response. He blinked and pulled into his driveway. Your eyebrows pulled together and as you looked at the front of his house. “I thought we were going to get ice cream?”

           Calum popped his door open and nodded, “Yeah, I make one hell of a good ice cream sundae. Let’s go.” You followed him into his house and into the kitchen. As he pulled out the ice cream and the chocolate syrup and the sprinkles, you sat on the barstool on the other side of the counter. He scooped the ice cream into a bowl and added all of the fixings before handing you the bowl and a spoon. Calum made himself one as you took a bite.

           After he joined you, you put your spoon down and looked at him. “You never answered my question.” Your eyes danced over the skin of his cheek and a smile pulled at your lips.

           “Which question?” He asked as he shoveled the spoon into his mouth.

           You laughed and looked down at your ice cream. “Why did you invited me to that party tonight? You know that Ashton invites me to all of the parties.”

           “Only because he finds out about them sooner than I do.” Your head snapped towards him in confusion. “I found out about this one before he did, so I finally got to be the one to ask you. Which is only fair since,” He looked over at you, stopping his thoughts in their tracks. You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to continue. “Since I like you.” He uttered before pulling his lips into his mouth. You stared at each other for a moment before he looked down at his ice cream and dropped his spoon. He covered his face and shook his head.

           You looked forward, your eyes focusing on nothing in particular. “Wait, so I’m the one you want to date, but doesn’t feel the same way?” You looked back at him, he nodded in his hands. “Well, I guess I just skipped everyone in that que we were talking about earlier.” You snickered as you dug your spoon into your ice cream. “Sucks to be them.” You shoveled your spoon into your mouth as Calum lifted his head out of his hands and looked at you. You raised your eyebrows and pulled the spoon from your lips just as Calum lunged forward, pulling you in for the most perfect embrace.

#asks #anon #requests #calum hood #Calum Hood blurb #Calum Hood one shot #Calum Hood imagine #Calum Hood fic #Calum Hood fan fic #Calum Hood fan fiction #Calum Hood writing #Calum Hood x reader #reader insert #Calum Hood 5sos #Calum Hood 5 seconds of summer #calum #calum blurb #calum one shot #calum imagine #calum fic #calum fan fic #calum fan fiction #calum writing #calum x reader #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos

[slytherin-headcanons]

I love this ask ! 6, 8, 20, 23 and 28 please ? (I had a hard time choosing !)

6. What’s the best traditional food from your country?

Gotta be a full sunday roast! Basically like christmas dinner but with nicer meat and you can have it every week 10/10 would recommend

8. Tell us a myth/legend/fairy tale from your country

In all honesty I’m kind of struggling to think of a fairy tale that’s British? Idk we mostly just tell our kids German ones lol

Okay one I know for sure is British is Dick Whittington although I haven’t thought about this story in a solid decade so the details are a lil fuzzy:

There’s this young lad called Richard but he goes by the name Dick, presumably because everybody hates him. He’s living a kind of shitty life, probably in some depressing concrete town in the midlands. One day someone tells Dick ‘hey lad, did you know in London the streets are paved with gold, not literal shit from people throwing their waste out the windows?’ 

Our boy Dick is dumb enough to believe him

So he heads off to London, and adopts a cat? Fair enough I guess. He gets there and realises the streets in London are not paved with gold, he is still ankle deep in shit

Honestly this is where I lose the story a bit. Somehow the cat makes him into a millionaire?? I have no idea how. Maybe it was grumpy cat (RIP). Idk I seem to have forgotten the entire middle section of this story but in the end: cat makes Dick a millionaire, Dick marries the girl of his dreams, Dick becomes mayor of London (probably by buying people’s votes because let’s be real he’s a poor boy with no education he’s not cut out for politics)

The end

20. What’s a stereotype about your country that you really live up to?

I will 100% smile and act very polite towards you but internally will be rolling my eyes so hard they fall out of their sockets

23. What’s the most overrated European landmark?

Probably the Eiffel tower soz. It’s fine but like, it’s really just a big tower? It’s not all that old and there’s always a massive queue. Like go see it sure but not sure it’s worth going all the way to the top tbh

Also want to take this opportunity to call out Tintagel in Cornwall (UK)

not much castle left

too many stairs

majority of the history they tell you is based on arthurian legend which is 99% bullshit

28. Favourite European musician that never made it big in the States?

Busted and McFly are iconic bands from my childhood and I will fight anybody who dares to say that Year 3000 is a Jonas Brothers song

(also gotta give a shout out to S Club 7 what icons)

#cocooningaddict #owl post #also if anyone has any idea how the middle part of dick Whittington goes #hmu because I’ve completely forgotten

[breakable-girls-and-boys]

Bruises

Inspired by this post.

The first time it happened, Holly just thought she’d run into something she didn’t remember running into. It was a fairly large bruise, so it bothered her that she couldn’t remember what she’d managed to run into. She wasn’t the most coordinated person, but she wasn’t super clumsy either.

From time to time, she’d get strange little bruises on her body, but she usually just wrote them off as mystery bruises.

Eventually, she mentioned the bruises to one of her friends at work.

“Jesus, how do I end up with all these bruises? I don’t even remember bumping into anything this week!” Holly said.

Holly’s coworker swiveled around in her chair and said, “You know, my cousin was telling me something the other day. What was it she said… Oh! Supposedly, there are people in the world who, whenever their soulmate gets hurt, or gets a bruise or a cut, the same bruises show up on their skin as well.”

“So you think my mystery bruises are the result of my soulmate getting herself hurt?” Holly asked skeptically.

“It’s possible!”

“Yeah, okay,” she scoffed, returning to her paperwork.

Several weeks went by without another mystery bruise, and so Holly forgot about her worries.

————

Gail was out of breath, but she couldn’t stop now. She watched the suspect round a corner into the alley just ahead and raced after him. From somewhere deep inside herself, she found the ability to push a little harder. She was gaining on him, and he was going down. Lunging forward, she tackled the suspect around the abdomen. Both parties fell to the concrete and skidded into the side of a dumpster. Gail freed her arms from under the suspect and went for her cuffs, but she wasn’t fast enough. The man twisted, his elbow connecting with her jaw and sending her sprawling off of him.

Stunned, Gail attempted to find her bearings and stand, but the suspect had already obtained the edge he needed. He was on his feet and by the time Gail made it to her hands and knees. The suspect landed a hard kick against her ribs, knocking Gail down again. She felt the air leave her and struggled to suck oxygen back into her lungs. Gail felt like a fish out of water: gasping for breath but getting nothing. Her ears were ringing, but she heard faint footsteps on the concrete. She felt something come crashing down across her back. The world was going dark around her, but the last thing she heard before passing out was unmistakable: a single gunshot ringing through the alley.

Gail woke up to a frenzy of doctors and nurses buzzing around her. She tried to pull herself upright as she pawed at the oxygen mask on her face, but one of the staff pushed her back against the hospital bed. He replaced the mask she had set askew.

“You have to lay down and keep that mask on; we don’t know the extent of your injuries yet,” the staff member said. The light was blinding, but Gail could just make out the name on his badge: Tim.

She looked at Tim, who was talking to a paramedic who looked vaguely familiar. Flashes of people swarming around her in the back of an ambulance flooded back to her. She remembered the paramedic’s face hovering over her, asking her questions, but she hadn’t been able to speak.

She watched the two as they spoke.

“She was found down in the alley. Her partner said she was chasing a suspect and had caught up to the guy, said he could hear them fighting as he came around the corner. Apparently the guy picked up a 2x4 and hit her over the back before her partner intervened and shot the guy. We think he probably punched her, too. She has that nasty bruise forming on the left side of her jaw. She’s got a large contusion over her left ribs as well, but no flail segments. The attacker wasn’t a huge guy, but I’d guess around 200 pounds. Lung sounds were clear on the right and diminished on the left. We placed an 18 gauge IV in the left AC and we were able to hang fluids, but that’s about all we had time for,” the paramedic said.

“Okay,” Tim replied. “Thank you.”

The paramedic nodded and started to walk away, and Tim looked back down at her.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked her.

Gail shook her head ‘no’. She felt something cold moving around on her chest and then something prodded her side and she screamed out in pain.

“Lung sounds are clear on the right, but I’m not hearing anything on the left. I want a chest x-ray in here immediately. Let’s get ready to put in a chest tube once we confirm there’s a left pneumothorax. She’s probably got some broken ribs too.”

Gail couldn’t tell where the voice came from, but she knew it wasn’t good.

“What… h-h-h-hap.…wh-at…h-happened?” Gail managed to speak, but it exhausted her.

Tim looked down at her, almost as if he was surprised to see her lying there.

“You were attacked by the man you were chasing. He beat you up pretty good. You most likely have a collapsed lung and we need to put a tube into your chest to allow your lung to re-inflate,” Tim’s tone softened from “matter-of-fact”, to one of compassion as he continued, “We are doing everything we can.”

It finally occurred to Gail that she was naked in front of all these doctors, but she couldn’t be too self-conscious for long. She felt a needle pierce her skin, but was immediately distracted by someone shining a light in her eyes.

“You’ve got an 18 in the right AC,” was shouted from somewhere in the room.

Whoever was at her head added, “Pupils are equal and reactive.”

Gail lifted her head as much as she could and looked down at her body. IV tubing was connected to both of her arms. From the corner of her eye, she saw something dark on her skin. She looked at her left side, she could see a dark blue-purple color across what she could see of her left side and creeping over her chest and upper abdomen.

Gail laid her head back on the bed and closed her eyes, she focused on the pain throughout her body, letting it remind her that she was still alive.

————

Gail used Oliver’s phone to look at the damage to her face. She had a busted lip and a bruise across the left side of her jaw. It hurt to open her mouth. She’d been able to peek at her left side earlier; almost her entire left side was one big bruise from her hip to her armpit. There was a tube with gauze around it coming out of her chest, Tim had told her it was there to keep her lung from collapsing again and to drain any blood in her chest caused by the trauma. She’d been told by one of the nurses that she also had a bruise in the shape of a 2x4 across her back. Everything hurt.

“You should have waited for me,” Oliver said. He hadn’t looked at her since he’d walked in the room. He was currently staring at his feet.

“You were taking your sweet ass time, and I totally had him,” Gail said.

“Seriously, Gail, he could have killed you. I couldn’t live with myself if-if-if…”

“I’m a Peck, we don’t go down easy,” Gail joked, but the single laugh she let out hurt, and she cringed.

Oliver sighed. “Just, promise me you won’t do this again. You scared the shit out of me, kid.”

Gail looked him in the eye as she said, “I promise.”

Oliver had been at the hospital as long as she’d been there, by her side whenever the doctors would let him in the room. He looked exhausted.

“Go home, Ollie. I’m okay. I promise not to die if you go home.” Gail smirked through the pain.

Oliver put his hand on her shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, smiling.

————

Holly woke up sore. Her first thought was, I need to stop sleeping on the couch. She sat herself up and stretched. Immediately pain coursed through her side and she doubled over. She winced and let out a moan and felt a sting in her lip and an ache in her jaw. The fuck? she thought, What the hell happened?

She sat there while the pain in her side dulled down to a bearable ache. When she was ready, Holly got up and walked to the bathroom. What greeted her in the mirror shocked her.

The left side of Holly’s face was bruised and she had a fat bottom lip with a gash down the left side. How did that even happen? Holly recalled her activities last night: she came home from work, drew herself a bath and poured one glass of wine. After that, she remembered curling up on the couch to watch one of the documentaries in her Netflix queue. She remembered waking up at one point and changing it to Friends before falling back asleep.

A horrifying thought crept into her mind. Had she been robbed? Holly ran to her front door. The door was locked and the dead bolt was in place. She looked around her living room, but nothing was out of place. She took a deep, calming breath in, but gasped as she felt pain shoot through her chest. She put her hand to her left side and winced again. Holly lifted her shirt up to expose the giant bruise covering her left side.

Something was not right. Could it be cancer? That would explain the bruises, but not the busted lip. She needed answers, and she needed them now. She grabbed her jacket, her phone, and her keys and all but ran out the door.

————

Holly sat in the ER room waiting for her nurse to come back. They’d looked her over, found another bruise across her back. They drew her blood and asked her really weird questions, like had she been attacked by a caucasian man wielding a 2x4 who was about 6’2”, 200 pounds, with black hair, and medium build? She answered no, and the nurse walked out with a weird look on his face.

All the tests came back negative. Her x-ray was clear. The doctor had no answers for her.

Her nurse came back with her discharge papers. He stopped short as he was handing her the papers.

“I want to show you something. I think… I think it might be your answer,” the nurse said.

“But all my results came back negative,” Holly said.

“This isn’t any sort of medical test. And actually, if I show you, I’d be breaking like a ton of privacy laws, but I think it’s something you need to see,” he replied.

Holly was hesitant, but she also wanted answers. She nodded her head and followed the man out of the room.

He lead her down a hallway, to a set of elevators. They went up several levels and walked down another hallway. They stopped at a private room, the door was open, but the curtain was drawn. The nurse gestured for her to wait, and then he walked into the room and whispered to the person inside.

Holly looked around the floor, it was quiet and the lights were dim. But then again, it was almost 2:00 am.

The nurse popped back out from behind the curtain, held his finger to his lips in a motion to tell her to keep quiet, and gestured for her to enter the room.

Holly walked slowly, not sure what she would find behind the curtain. She didn’t even know what she should be expecting.

Holly opened the curtain enough to walk into the room and let it fall closed behind her. Laying on the bed was a woman. She had bleach blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a big, purple bruise on her face that matched Holly’s perfectly. She also had a fat, busted lip, just like Holly.

Holly looked at the woman, and then back at the nurse.

“I’m sorry, but what is going on here?” Holly asked.

The nurse looked at Gail, as if asking for permission. The woman nodded her head.

“There are some people who believe that the unexplainable cuts and bruises we get are the result of injuries sustained by our soulmate,” the man said.

“That’s scientifically impossible,” Holly replied.

“I was skeptical too, once. Until it happened to my sister. By chance she ran into a man with the exact same bruises on him, in the exact same locations. They tested the theory by having his best friend punch him in the arm. Sure enough, right after his bruise appeared, she got one in the same spot. All she’d been doing was sitting on the couch watching,” he said. “You and Gail have the exact same bruises. Yours have no explanation.”

Gail cleared her throat and both the nurse and Holly turned to look at her. She looked at the nurse and nodded her head toward the door. The man left the room. Silence ensued for what felt like hours. Gail just looked at Holly, as if she was trying to figure her out. Holly looked anywhere but at Gail.

“You’re a nerd, aren’t you?” Gail finally broke the silence.

“What?” Holly asked, incredulously.

“You like nerdy things, like science and math and shit. You’re a nerd. You’re probably some sort of scientist.”

“I’m a forensic pathologist,” Holly answered. She looked Gail over, trying to figure out what she was getting at.

“I’m sorry,” Gail spoke softly.

Holly’s mouth fell agape, she didn’t understand the apology. She didn’t know what this woman was trying to get at. Maybe she’s high on pain meds? Holly thought.

The woman pressed on, “I’m sorry I caused you pain. I didn’t—” She stopped to take a breath, which looked painful, and continued, “I didn’t know that my injuries were affecting you. If I had, maybe… maybe I’d have been more careful. Okay, that’s probably not true, but. I’m still sorry I hurt you.”

Holly took half a step forward.

“You didn’t—” Gail held her hand up, cutting Holly off mid-sentence.

“You got hurt because I got hurt,” Gail stated.

“This is… this is crazy. I mean, it’s not physically possible,” Holly said. “There is no… this can’t… how? How is this possible?”

“Magic? Fairies? The gods are messing with us? I don’t know. All I know is that I got the shit kicked outta me and then Tim comes in here saying this woman has the exact same bruises I do. There is no logical explanation.”

“It’s not possible,” Holly repeated.

“We could test it,” Gail said.

“What?”

“Test it. Like, give me a bruise and see what happens to you,” Gail said.

“No, that’s ridiculous,” Holly began, but Gail had already started pinching her arm and twisting the skin.

“What are you doing?” Holly asked, stepping toward the bed with her arm out, as if to stop the woman from hurting herself.

“I’m testing this theory. What do we have to lose?” Gail replied.

Holly stood there waiting, for what, she wasn’t quite sure. Did she really think these matching bruises were from this woman? That this Gail was her soulmate? She is cute, Holly thought briefly before shaking her head. No, this was not possible. Soulmates are just something sold to society by movies and TV. She was a woman of science. This is not how the world works.

Gail watched to woman silently struggle with her thoughts. It’d been a couple minutes, so she looked back at her arm. There was a small red spot where she’d pinched herself.

“Look at your arm,” Gail said.

Holly looked down, and sure enough, she had a small red spot in the same location.

“What the fuck?” Holly exclaimed, then quickly threw her hand over her mouth. She hadn’t meant to speak so loudly.

Gail laughed at the other woman’s reaction, but that laugh was quickly followed by a wince at the pain it caused.

Holly rushed to the bed, but stopped short of reaching out towards the woman.

“Are you okay?” Holly asked. She was suddenly unsure of what to do with herself, so she fiddled with her fingers.

“Laughing hurts. Moving hurts. Breathing hurts. But I’ll live, or at least that’s what they tell me,” Gail replied.

“This is… you know this is crazy, right?” Holly asked.

“Life is pretty crazy,” Gail said, smirking.

Holly was staring at her hands as she continued to wring them. Gail reached out to stop the movement, but she did not release the other woman’s hands.

“So,” Gail began, “I, uh, I guess this means we’re soulmates.”

Holly stared at the other woman. She didn’t even know where to begin with information this life-altering.

It was as if Gail read Holly’s mind, because she patted the bed next to her and said, “Sit down. We should probably start by getting to know each other.”

Without letting go of Gail’s hand, Holly took a seat on the edge of the bed.

————

“Don’t you dare tell Holly,” Gail said. She followed her stern warning with a pointed look at her partner. Oliver just laughed at her and shook his head.

She was sitting in the back of an ambulance being checked over by paramedics. They gave her the all clear, warned her she’d be sore, and sent her on her way.

She and Oliver walked back to their squad. Well, Gail more limped than actually walked.

“You have got to stop chasing perps,” Oliver told her. “I can’t keep bailing you outta trouble.”

“I had him the whole time,” Gail said, climbing into the passenger seat.

“Only because he tripped,” Oliver said, teasingly. “Even then he still managed to get the drop on you.”

Gail crossed her arms defiantly over her chest and stared out the window while Oliver drove. She had been chasing a burglary suspect through a park when he tripped and fell. But before she could get on top of him to cuff him, he managed to get onto his side and he shoved her. Gail had stumbled backward and fell hard against a retaining wall. The back of her right leg hit with the top of the wall and she toppled over it onto the rock. A large lump was beginning to form on the back of her thigh and she had some minor scrapes on her arms and hands. She swore up and down she hadn’t hit her head, but the sergeant had insisted she be checked out by EMS.

Oliver and Gail were still jokingly arguing as they walked into the precinct to finish up their paperwork when a stern voice rang out.

“GAIL ELIZABETH PECK!”

“Oh shit,” Ollie said, barely stifling his giggle. “You got middle-named. You’re in trouble!” he singsonged.

Gail froze in her tracks and her pale skin managed to pale even more. Slowly she turned to face her fate.

Holly made a beeline straight for her, grabbed her by the arm and marched her to an interrogation room.

“What the hell is that about?” Traci asked Oliver.

“Oh, Gail just got injured on the job and stupidly thought Holly wouldn’t notice,” Oliver said, chuckling.

————

Holly slammed the door behind her, cringing at the sound. She hadn’t meant to be so forceful, but she was not happy. She locked the door.

“What the hell is this?” Holly asked, as she pulled her jeans down to reveal a massive bruise forming on the back of her thigh. She pulled up her sleeves to reveal several abrasions to her arms and hands.

“I’m fine, I swear,” Gail answered. “I was chasing a perp and he pushed me. Best made me get checked out and the medics said I was fine. Okay?”

Holly still looked mad. Gail put on her best apology face and cautiously approached her wife.

“I promise you, I’m fine. Ollie had my back the whole time,” Gail said. She put her hands on Holly’s arms and looked her in the eye. “I’m okay.”

Holly searched Gail’s eyes for the truth, and when she found it, allowed her wife to hold her, her face finding its way into Gail’s neck.

“Stop scaring me like that,” Holly pleaded.

“I’m okay,” Gail soothed as she rubbed Holly’s back. “I promise.”

#gail peck #holly stewart #golly #rookie blue #fanfiction #my writing #fanfic #i wrote this so long ago and never posted it and i'm sorry i'm a piece of garbage #hope you like it #my fic

[ivadeshin]

Five Soda Maximum (High School AU) pt 15

(need to start from the beginning?)

“What do they do in Germany for dates?”

Caleb laughs and opens a bag of chips. “I would not know.”

“C’mon.” Molly’s tail flicks behind him, amused. Caleb shrugs and tries to think.

“Same thing as Americans, I guess. Kids go to movies. Adults go to restaurants with the lights at... hmm. Medium lights?”

“With the lights dimmed?”

Caleb nods. “With the lights dimmed.”

“And a single tea light in the middle of the table,” Molly adds in a serious hush, pretending to cup his hands around a tiny candle between them. “To roast... your tiny fancy restaurant marshmallows on.”

Caleb snorts. “On toothpicks?”

“Yeah,” Molly agrees. “You could use the ones that come in hot chocolate mix.”

“Nein, those are... too hard, they are like sugary American cereal pieces. What is that brand Jester tried to - oh, Lucky Charms. Those are not marshmallows!”

“They’re... marshmallow... inspired?” Molly pulls out something wrapped in foil, and it turns out to be half a meatball sub. Caleb makes an interested sound, tugging the bag toward him and rummaging for the other half. “Is your stomach thing getting better?”

Caleb feels a mild rush of embarrassment, but it’s more minor than it would have been several weeks ago. The entire group seems to have settled on offering to share what food they’ve got, happy when he eats full portions and not pressuring him when he can’t. It’s a lot less confrontational than what he gets at home, and he feels a little silly for expecting outsiders to treat him the same as his parents. “Yes,” he says honestly. “I think um, just unpacking... knowing my school schedule... understanding more English...”

“Being settled,” Molly finishes for him. Caleb nods.

“Yes, good word. Settled.”

“Is it that new things, um, stress you out, or was it specifically moving from Germany to here?”

“Much more the second thing.” Caleb tucks some hair behind his ear, taking a deep breath and looking around a little. He can smell faint tobacco smoke from the alley they went in - it seems like the employees take their breaks there instead of up here, and so it’s unsurprising that they haven’t seen anyone else come up. That’s probably why Molly picked it.

“Did you move for work?”

Caleb blinks, a little too lost in thought to make sense of the question.

Molly shrugs. “I mean, your dad, or your mom, did they have to move here for a job.”

“No.” Caleb laughs softly. “Their jobs here are... are not better, I think they are, they, they are much worse, actually.” He unwraps his sub and takes a few bites.

“I’m not making the best conversation to get you hungry, am I.” Molly rubs his horn and looks away.

Caleb wants little more in life than to keep Molly from being sad. “S’ok,” he says around a mouthful of meatball. “Did... you... mag...dese?”

Molly laughs. “Yeah, my own secret recipe. I wanted us to have some hot food but I can’t make much.”

Caleb shakes his head and makes a thumbs up sign, glowering at his thumb when he sees that it’s already got a streak of red sauce on it.

“Oh! Here, hold on.” Molly sorts through the bag, pulling out a large plastic chip clip that’s holding on to a small stack of paper napkins. He pulls a couple out and then sets the clip on the table between them. Caleb’s just finished cleaning himself up when his phone chirps.

Nott (green fist emoji): sup

Caleb grins at his phone. “I am going to take a picture and send it to Nott,” he says, and stands up to take a top-down photo of the items spread out on the table. Molly starts to lean back, getting his folded arms out of the shot. “No, it is okay, you are part of the...” Caleb blushes and Molly laughs, leaning in further and crossing his eyes at the camera lens. Caleb takes the picture.

“We should take a selfie later,” Molly is saying, as Caleb clicks through the options to send the attachment to Nott. “My Facebook profile picture is super old.” He stops when Caleb freezes. “Friends take selfies together here, guy friends, it’s-”

“I cannot go on Facebook,” Caleb says too quickly. “I mean, I can. I can look at it but I cannot, no pictures.”

Molly blinks. “Even if I don’t tag you?”

Caleb shakes his head quickly. “I’m sorry, it’s, it’s complicated.”

“How would your parents even know? I’m not trying to be an asshole, I just...” Molly gestures with the remains of his sandwich. “You filled out that form to not be in the yearbook, and it’s like, there are parts of it I don’t get, I guess.”

“Those two things are not about my parents, exactly.” Caleb looks down at his sub, sitting up a little straighter and making himself finish it before he says anything else that’s going to send him into stomach cramps. He’s almost done when he realizes Molly hasn’t said anything, is waiting on him, aware that there’s more. “I cannot have my face show up on the internet. Neither can my parents. We came to America because we could not hide well in Germany.”

Molly’s voice gets quiet. “Are you serious?”

“Yes.” Caleb crumples up his tinfoil very carefully, turning the corners inward and then the corners made by that, over and over. “It is not, we are not terrorists or something. The German government is not mad at us.”

Molly doesn’t say anything.

“It is hard to explain and I have not told anyone yet. I do not want people to know. I had to... there is a queue you must wait in, they decide if you can m-move to the U.S. and we had to go quickly so, so I made up, I.” Caleb takes in a shuddering breath and realizes he’s trembling a little. He tries to complete the sentence, but his mouth opens and nothing comes out. The table shifts a little as Molly gets up, and Caleb looks up and sees Molly rushing around the side to scoot in next to him, grabbing his hand on the table and squeezing it.

“Are you having a panic attack?”

“I do not know,” Caleb says, and laughs a little desperately. “I am sorry... this... it is all very...”

Molly shakes his head several times, then tilts his head so his left horn is resting gently against Caleb’s right temple. “Um. I can’t remember anything from before I was fourteen.”

Caleb inhales slowly. “A... again, please?”

“I can’t remember anything from my life from before I was fourteen. I only remember things from age fourteen to now.” Molly’s face isn’t visible to Caleb right now, but he sounds like he’s smiling and also like he’s kind of hurt. “Does that help? I’m not trying to one-up you, I’m just. Trying to make sure you don’t feel weird.”

That certainly wasn’t what Caleb was expecting to hear. “You... hit your head? Something hit your head?”

“No.” Molly’s thumb strokes over his fingers in slow, gentle sweeps. “They did a bunch of scans because that’s what everyone figured, but there was no, you know, internal swelling, or skull damage, or any brain damage...”

“Are you sick?” Caleb sounds about as scared as he feels.

“No, there’s no reason to think so.” Molly pulls back and frowns at Caleb’s expression “I think I scared you worse. Shit.” He laughs and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I kind of panicked.”

“But that is real, what you said.”

“Yeah, it’s really real. I don’t remember anything. They think it might be psychological but that’s, like, impossible to rule out, so it’s always on the table? If that makes sense?”

Caleb tries to reach into his mind, searching for what he knows about memories and brains and... “Trauma, sometimes it gets locked up and you cannot ... think of it?”

“Yeah.” Molly shrugs. “Like, to be fair, I was in a city famous for runaways and gay homeless kids who got one-way tickets from their families, so if something awful happened to me, I was in good company.”

“I’m sorry, one-way tickets, I do not understand.”

“Like, if your shitty family finds out you’re gay, they give you a one-way ticket to a big city and tell you to never come back...” Molly nods at Caleb’s disgusted expression. “Yeah.”

“That is awful.” Caleb tries to imagine this. “My parents would never...”

“Yeah, mine maybe did.” Molly shrugs. “Or maybe they were great and died! Or, I don’t know.”

“What,” Caleb tries to digest this. “What is your first memory?”

“Like, a haze of a few days where I was lost and trying to find a familiar street, and then I gave up on that and begged, but that wasn’t getting me much money...” Molly peeks up, maybe gauging Caleb’s reaction so far. “Some, um, some working girls found me... wandering around lost, so they sort of adopted me.”

“--what?”

“They were like, ‘You’re a kid! It’s not safe out here!’ They yelled at me and told me I was a fucking idiot and I could get hurt and... and they took me to a Waffle House and bought me like all the food I could eat.” Molly sniffs. Caleb watches his face, the sad sort of calmness of it. “I stayed on one of their couches for a few weeks. I hung out with them a lot and one day they got busted and, um, and the cops thought I was, you know...”

“...also working?”

“Yeah.” Molly laughs. “I busked, sure. Other than that I was in their apartment. One of them had been making me watch educational tv to make up for the fact that I wasn’t going to school. Like... yeah.”

“Did you get arrested?”

“At first? Sort of? They couldn’t process me because I didn’t have any ID or anything, and the cops, um, were mostly human, it was one of the tiefling girls that finally convinced them I was a young kid, and they did some blood test and were like, ‘oh, shit, you’re a minor’, and then my case changed departments like seven times... finally most of the girls got out by giving up dealers’ names and I went into the foster system.”

Caleb frowns. “So your name is...”

“Made up.” Molly shrugs. “The girls called me ‘Empty Stomach’, and then just ‘Empty’, and that sort of sounded like ‘M.T.’, and so by the time the sting happened I was M.T. It’s sort of dumb.”

“It is not dumb.” Caleb turns his hand awkwardly under Molly’s, wrapping his fingers around Molly’s hand and squeezing it. “I like it a lot.”

Molly snorts and ducks his head a little further. Caleb doubles down, switching his left hand to hold Molly’s so he can reach out with his right hand, initiating a hug across the other boy’s shoulders.

“Do you ever remember more pieces? Or is it just... not there?”

“Just not there.” Molly pulls his hand free, standing up - but it’s only to pull his food to this side of the table, so he can resume eating without moving away. Caleb smiles. “My memory of things now is pretty normal. There’s just, you know, nothing before a certain time.”

Caleb ruminates over this for a while, taking a drink from his water bottle. “Do other people know?”

“Gustav knows. Yasha knows. Tova knows. Bosun and the twins don’t.”

Caleb nods. “I will not say.”

“It’s not bad, I’m not embarrassed, it’s just... weird.” Molly shrugs. “Like yours, I guess.” When Caleb laughs hollowly, Molly hesitates. “Yours... is bad?”

“Remember the ‘huge mistake?’”

Molly frowns. “That you texted about? It’s that? You did -  what the hell could you have done to make your family have to move?” He pales a little and goes quiet. “Did you kill somebody by accident?”

“What!? No.” Caleb slouches on the bench. “I... my friends, we liked computers, and... we thought we were, you know, big shots.” They were so stupid, Caleb thinks. They were kids. “We had, you know, a computer club at school, we would use proxies and do whatever we wanted... we got dark web browsers and decided we would take down one of the little empires on there. They sold, um, very awful videos. And we tricked them and got some information on some of ... of the people who made the videos, and leaked it to the police. They were busted. Nobody...”

“You were like internet super heroes?”

“No!” Caleb hits the table, making it reverberate. “We were idiots. We could have died. They were criminals and they did not care, and, and, and they, they did not all, they were not all there, they were all in different countries. So some were arrested, the rest were very mad... they traced us, they started calling our houses, watching us on security cameras, they wanted us to pay.”

“Holy shit.”

“We had to tell our parents what we did. Local police could not do anything, these men were in other countries, using spoof phone numbers, hiring...” Caleb buries his face in his arms and shakes.

“Caleb.” Molly’s hand is light between his shoulder blades. Caleb tries to take full breaths, but he can’t, so he just gasps for air as quietly as possible, over and over, until he feels an insistent swatting feeling on his thigh. When he moves his arms to see, it’s Molly’s tail, giving him the gentle little friendly smacks like during their lunches. In spite of himself, Caleb chokes out a brief laugh, and Molly tilts into him and covers his body with his.

“I do, I do not think I make much sense,” Caleb mumbles into Molly’s shirt.

“You tried to stop some shitty people and they tried to get back at you?”

“Yes.”

“And they wouldn’t stop and the cops wouldn’t help?”

“Yes.” Caleb hiccups. “They said they would poison my friend’s family. And burn my house down. They had plans for all three of us.”

Molly holds him tighter.

“I am sorry I am a big mess.” Caleb can feel the perspiration covering his skin getting Molly’s shirt damp. “I think maybe I am not good for dating.”

Molly is still for a moment, then tucks his head in carefully, pressing his lips to a spot on Caleb’s neck. “We’ll just have to keep trying until we’ve both run out of crazy fucking stories.”

#critical role #critical fic #widomauk #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf

[ombreecha]

Classic Mind, and So Fine

Series: Lifetimes Fandom: Naruto Pairing: SasuSaku Rated: T Prompt: fic in which sakura gets jealous of sasuke's female friend Idea: Anonymous Note: Someone take this College AU shit from me cause christ. Continuation of Ten Shades of Red, Definitely, and Someone Else

There’s the flicker of her eyes to the wrist watch she always wears. There’s the oddest of feelings in sitting within the fifth floor library. He’s not here in all of his obsidian hair, and obsidian eyes. He’s not here in his hats, and sweatpants. He’s not here in the things she represents with him. There’s no soul upon this fifth floor of the library building on a Friday night.

He’s her kind—classic mind, and he always looks fine in whatever he’s plucked from his closet that morning. There’s the dig for her phone from her bag of brown straps, and red cloth, and the press of her fingers to see if she’s missed a text. He’s never late—he’s punctual. He’s one that keeps her guessing—never waiting. He’s classic mind, and always fine in more than one way.

These walls so filled with seemingly endless knowledge give no comfort. They only seek to remind her how empty this floor is. There had never been a moment since they had met that they did not meet on Friday’s. That odd feeling is swelling, and then she’s scolding herself. One missed meeting wasn’t the end of the world. Her world had been fine before he had participated in her study sessions within this home away from her dorm room. There’s the grip of her laptop from her back and the pinched brows that come. There’s the flicker of her pale green to the staircase awaiting his form to emerge with that lackadaisical look painted across his face. There’s the silence that echos with each action she makes preparing to study.

The distraction that comes with studying is a blessing, and the sound that comes as one chair is slid out, and then two barely grabs her attention. Pale green come with a slow drag from her screen to that of obsidian. He’s all obsidian locks tucked within the white baseball cap, and obsidian eyes looking at someone other than her. Pulled up sleeves of a plum sweatshirt, and there’s no missing him in sweats of black. Moving her head to follow his gaze there’s the slight catch of her oxygen within her throat.

The woman is one of gorgeous vibrant locks of red, and eyes that follow the same shade. She’s pale with in a hint of peach, and glasses to frame her face. There’s a contrast from her girlish features of pale pink, and pale green. There’s that difference in style painstakingly obvious—her choice in a deep muted pink cardigan, black undershirt, black under bust belt, and jeans entirely too girlish compared to the woman adorned in the pulled up sleeves of a tan blazer, white undershirt, and black shorts. This woman of gorgeous red locks looks far more sophisticated, and far more grown up than she could ever hope to be.

There’s the immediate dart of her eyes back to her screen—oh no, she was not going to sit here comparing herself to a girl she knew nothing of—and then a hand curling next to her own upon the table.

“Sakura.” his voice is as smooth, and deep as always as he dips his head down to her blocking her view of the laptop screen, “Sorry I’m late. I had to pick up Karin to help her study.”

There’s the heat upon her cheeks in dusty pink with him so close within her space, “Ah—it’s okay Sasuke-kun!” she’s rushed within her tone and far to loud making her cup her mouth within her hands.

There’s a hint of a grin upon the corners of his lips as he lets out a teasing noise to be quiet before he’s removing himself from her, and sliding within his seat. Pale green look up to watch him bring his things from his messenger bag. There’s a look, and then there’s two, three comes, and then four has her shifting to the gorgeous red head seated beside him. There’s a shared look and there’s no missing the flicker of red to the male of obsidian seated in beside her.

A swallow comes, and there’s the resign to take her eyes back to her screen and distract herself once more within the books and laptop she has open. Fingers grip her cheap pen and begin their scroll across their page never missing the low tone he takes in discussing something about economics, and what chapter they must be on within their textbooks.

His voice is the only constant noise outside of typing, and flips of pages. It’s coaxingly normal, and very much appreciated. She’s falling back within her place barely noticing the red head who’s joined them. There’s the occasional noise from this outsider, and the whispered words that fall from this woman of red that remind her she’s present, and yet she’s drowning her out in favor of the smooth voice that comes from her normal study partner.

He’s her kind—classic mind, and he always looks fine. This boy makes her wanna change—he’s filling her head. That habitual lick across her lip comes and there’s a sudden bout of insecurity that comes as her eyes look fleetingly towards the gorgeous red head. There’s thoughts of if this is the type of girl he was interested in, and curiosity if maybe she should take tips. He’s never spoken of such things to her in all their time together. Could she become the type of girl that sat beside him, and not across?

Lips purse at the continued and unwanted thoughts that seem to only remind her how completely ordinary she appears next to others. There’s a hum upon her lips, and she’s lost in thought. There’s no catch of obsidian, and there’s no catch of vibrant red that look to her. Her eyes are wandering but their not focused on the walls of books. A twitch of her mouth, and another unconscious licks across her bottom lip. There’s the deep inhale at how ridiculous she’s being.

There’s a scold—oh god, they’re not even together, and yet here she is thinking such things—and a twirl of her head at the call of her name.

“Sakura, are we boring you?” he’s low within tone, and one of those eyebrows has raised within his question.

“Oh—ah! No, no, I’m just thinking.” she’s responding quickly stuffing her hands within her lap, “Sorry—I didn’t mean to interrupt.” she’s sure embarrassment has turned her cheeks dusty pink.

He seems far to satisfied at her reaction with the curve of his mouth and that eyebrow still within it’s raised place. He’s given her that habitual noise of a reply that she’s come to love. It’s entirely him, and entirely far too mischievous. The dusty pink is turning a shade darker before another hum leaves his mouth.

“Do you need help?”

“Sasuke you’re supposed to be helping me.” the woman’s voice—he said her name was Karen. . . right?—is definitely displeased and there’s no missing that.

She’s not one for conflict as she waves her hand in front of her face, “Sasuke-kun I’m fine no worries—just a bit distracted. Honest.” she’s not one for conflict if it’s not necessary, and the last thing she needs is conflict with this woman so definitely close.

He’s removed his eyes from her and brought them to the third wheel of their study session, and that’s enough of a queue for her to remove her own from him. She’s reaching back out to the laptop with a tap here, and two taps there. She’s flipping through her tabs to resume what she was working on, but there’s a look here, and two looks there. Three looks comes, and four looks is making her swallow. Four looks—now she’s just being dishonest—and five sets a bout of uncomfortable over her. He’s far too close to the woman of red and he’s got his hand pressed against her seat as he scribbles within a notebook sitting between them.

Oh. He’s ambidextrous—she had never noticed before.

A sixth look comes with hesitation and there’s no missing the woman’s lack of interest in what he’s speaking. Karen—no no, Karen’s not right he said her name was Karin—has her eyes on him and there’s no way she’s going to believe otherwise. There’s no missing the adoring look and that only furthers to distract her more. A thick swallow comes only seconds later—it happens on look number seven if she’s being honest.  This girl is definitely interested in him, but the resounding question that lingers is if he’s interested in her.

There’s a shade that comes across her at a new thought—she had always assumed him single with how much time they had spent together. Her mother had taught her better than to mess with someone in a relationship, and here she’s kissed him on the cheek twice.

There’s a shift of obsidian catching her within her stare—he’s caught her hand not moving on the keyboard, and caught her not scribbling within her own notebook. He’s clearing his throat, and the swallow she makes is thick as she removes her eyes from him with new embarrassment flooding her at being caught staring.

She’s scolding herself again—and man is she doing a lot of that today.

He’s of classic mind so there’s no possible way he’d have let her do that while being in a relationship. He’s always fine so it’s not hard to believe there was more than one girl who had eyes for him. He’s filling her head far more than usual tonight, and that’s an absolute lie but she’s perfectly fine with sitting in denial.

Fingers dig within her hair as she sets to keep herself from staring anymore than she has. There’s thoughts of that time just a few month’s ago when he had cornered her within his small kitchen, and it’s setting her cheeks on fire. She had decided long ago to ignore that as anything more than curiosity. She’s already made a horrible impression on this girl that definitely has interest in this same male, and the last thing she needs to do is allow that voice in her head to further that.

Resigning is all she can do before she’s shutting her laptop closed and flipping her books closed. There’s the pull of her bag as she’s putting things away. His voice has halted in her actions, and she knows obsidian are watching her every move, and yet there’s the mantra to keep herself from looking back—she’s look at him far more than her fair share tonight.

“You’re leaving?” he’s asking finally as she’s raising from her seat.

“I’m hungry.” she’s not lying, but she’s not being exactly honest either.

“Gimme a second to pack up I’ll—”

“No, no. Don’t stop what you’re doing I can grab something in the dorm store.” she’s attempting her best to be reassuring, “I’ll text you?”

“Sakura. I’ll take you out to get food after we drop Karin off.” he’s pushing his seat out, “It’s Friday.”

“Sasuke, I thought we might grab a bite to eat after we were done.” Karin is quick to interject.

There’s a shake of her head and the pull of her bag over her shoulders, “I promise I’ll text you when I get in.” she’s pressing her fingers upon the table, “Have a good night.”

There’s no stopping her feet as she’s rounding the table, and leaving him heading for the stairs. There’s the oddest of feelings thick upon her chest, and it’s one she’s not well acquainted with.

A pull of her phone. A dig for her headphones. A twirl of her hair. A shadow walking home.

The walks not far and the odd feeling is becoming heavier over her. There’s a buzz of her phone within her hand, and the notification that states his name. She’s not reading it till she’s within her room. Those that pass by are those without names. They’re heading somewhere, and she’s heading home where her blonde might possibly await.

Friday’s a blessing, and curse, and this ones far different that what she’s grown used too. Their study session had been more than enough for her for one night. They’re not going for food afterwards, and they’re not going back to her dorm to watch whatever is on late as they lay upon her bed. He was right it’s Friday but it couldn’t be further from the usual.

There’s a huff at the thought and the rubbing of her hands to keep them warm as she’s pulling the door to her dorm. The feeling so odd and different has made her lose her appetite. She’s not feeling the slightest bit hungry.

A whine escapes her as she makes her way up the elevator, and down the hall. A slide of her card and she’s walking in—the blonde’s out and no where to be found, and there’s a certain gratitude for such things. She’s tossed her bag beside her bed, the removal of her headphones, and a seat upon the small carpet right before the television. There’s a flick of a channel, and then a pause as she remembers to text him.

She’s done as she says and the yawn that escapes her as she watches whatever horror flick she’s come across is on the screen. She’s chosen to ignore his question within his text, and she’s pretty sure this is her being petty—there she goes overthinking it.

She’s not sure at what point she’s become so engrossed within her movie she’s missed the fourth and fifth buzz of her phone. It’s most likely her roommate, and that qualifies for none of her attention. It’s on the seven and eighth though that she finally grabs it from her side to see what she could possible need.

She’s blinking once, and then twice, and at three she’s opening her phone—she’s evidently ignored him for too long cause now he’s calling her and there’s a touch of nervousness that settles over her as she answers him.

“Sorry Sasuke-kun, I thought Ino was texting me.”

“I’m outside.” he has a touch of annoyance within his voice.

“You’re outside? What do you mean you’re outside?” she’s questioning if she’s heard him correctly.

“I’ve been outside for about twenty minutes.” his voice gruff within his response, “Are you coming to let me in?”

“Ah! Yes—I’m sorry hold on. I wasn’t expecting you.” she’s raising quickly and rushing out the door, “One second. I’ll be right down.”

There’s no stopping her steps to let him in the door, and hope he’s not too cold with the drop in temperature at night. He’s standing at the door and she’s opening it. He’s entered and he’s not saying a word. The feeling she’s upset him is there, and the urgency to apologize for whatever she’s done to upset him is lingering even more. They’re at her door and she’s reaching in her back pocket—there’s no key she’s locked herself out.

“Ah—I’ve, uh, locked myself. . .out?” she’s slow within the turn of her head and it’s not much sooner he’s cornered her at the door, “Sasuke-kun—”

“What is your deal?” he’s firm within his question, and his brows are pinched.

“Sasuke-kun I must of forgotten to grab—”

“I don’t care about your key. I can easily take you to my place. What was your deal in the library—we always get food, and we definitely hang out after we study.” his lips are pressed firm, and there’s definitely the realization that her early dismissal has upset him.

“Nothing. I just—well you see I didn’t want to butt into you and that girl hanging out?” that odd feeling is washing over her as she plays with her fingers threading them together.

She’s not sure what she’s said exactly to make his brows raise themselves from their only moment ago anger but she’s not complaining either, “Karin’s just a friend.”

“Oh? She likes you a lot. I figured—” she feels embarrassment flooding her as if she needs to explain herself, and she’s sure her cheeks are ten shades of red in these moments.

He’s shaking his head and his fingers cover his mouth as he stares down at her, “Sakura.”

“Yes, Sasuke-kun?” her lips cannot stop themselves from parting in curiosity still adorned in that red.

He’s not answering her immediately letting his eyes move from her and then back once more. There’s the opening of his mouth and then it shuts right after as if he’s reconsidering what he’s about the say. That hand once covering his mouth has moved to grab her hand and pull her along, “We’re going back to my place. I can’t have you sleeping here until your roommate gets back.”

She’s hesitant within her answer, and there’s hope he doesn’t look back to see her face fast passed the red at his hand wrapped around hers. He’s brought her down the hall, and down the elevator making their way to the doors that lead them outside. Hesitation is nonexistent with this male as he’s got her beside him wrapping his arm around her shoulder to shield her from the cool night.

He’s her kind—classic mind, and he looks so fine. He’s getting the door—it’s a silent walk. Who’s the first to speak? She doesn’t know. He’s taking his time working her mind as he seeks to get her food after hearing she hasn’t eaten. The voice in her head is all that she hears feeling a sense of calm come at knowing the gorgeous girl of red is just a friend. He’s not filling her bed—she’ll be filling his instead.

“Sasuke-kun.” she’s burning all the way to the tips of her ears. He’s waiting and she’s taking a shot, and taking a chance, cause this is more than enough to make her make the next move, “I—Well you see. . . I like you.”

He’s not responding but pale green bring themselves with dread to his face. He’s that grin and then she watches as he lets out a hum, “Ah—do you?” he’s teasing her—oh, god he’s teasing her.

She’s ten shades of red, and she’s definitely not wrong—he’s her kind. He’s of classic mind, and looks so fine. He hasn’t been taking someone else to his place in these months. He’s been taking her—and maybe that tease is all she needs to know she may just be his kind.

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfic #sasusaku fanfiction #ssfanfic #ssfanfiction #ombree:lifetimes #ombree:fics

[leiazher]

I’m looking for a new apartment and:

I am so fuckingggghhhh... WHAT?

HOW?

Okay. So.

(I’m not gonna explain Sweden’s renting policies)

After six YEARS in the queue, I finally have enough points to compete in having my choice of apartments in town.

So I’ve started looking for a new place to live, because I’m going insane where I am right now.

So, I applied for one, and it was AWESOME with the teensy tiny issue that the room was too small. I would’ve felt cramped, and when I feel cramped I feel miserable.

So it wouldn’t have been much of a trade.

I applied for another apartment, and got offered a viewing there as well! Which, AWESOME, it’s in almost the same area, so it’s still quiet, it has a blacony that seems pretty big from the pictures, and it’s bigger and cheaper than the previous one, with all the same benefits.

I was offered this viewing in a nice email sent straight from the landlord, with a nice number to call in order to book the viewing.

I sent a text. Because it was noon. And people might be working.

No reply.

24 hours later, text. No reply, 4 hours later, call...... ... .. ... ...

And it is not “Emil” on the other end of the phone. It’s a girl who very politely informs me that this is in fact the wrong number.

(I copy-pasted the number from the email, this was not a typo.)

And I’m feeling a bit bitter. Because I’d have expected a real estate company who’s got monopoly on the entire fucking city would perhaps KNOW THE TELEPHONE NUMBERS OF THEIR RESIDENTS?

AND PERHAPS MAKE SURE THAT THE INFORMATION THEY HAVE IS CORRECT?

SO THAT THE PEOPLE INTERESTED COULD MAYBE GET IN CONTACT THE WAY THEY SHOULD?

AND SO THAT A GIRL IN SOME OTHER PART OF THE COUNTRY WOULDN’T BE BOTHERED BY A SLEW OF PEOPLE CALLING HER ASKING ABOUT THE APARTMENT?

Just a thought.

-

But here comes a weirder part... In Sweden, you can look up anyone online, you only need their name and you can find where they live, their number, birthday, the median income in their neighbourhood, if more people live in a house or apartment, median age, businesses in the area, and schools. I know, it’s scary and we hate it..

But it is of course useful...

I decide to look for the man mentioned in the email. I know where he’s supposed to live (the apartment) and of course his name.

First site was a bust.

Second site puts him in another city.

And the third site, which is the scariest... because if you have a paid account, you can easily access information that should legally be kept secret but through a loophole they haven’t bothered to fix, is now open for everyone.

If he can’t be found through that site, he doesn’t exist.

Guess what?

He doesn’t exist.

There is no one by his name in my city, nor any indication that there ever has been.

...

I’m calling the landlord on Monday with a big “What in the actual fuck, my good sir?”

(And I hope the lady who’se number they put in the email calls them and tells them to fuck off.)

#no #no one really LIKES this company #but when I say they have monopoly on the apartments I mean it #they own two thirds of the city #and like sixteen other companies have to compete over the rest #this city was a town when I moved here #wtf

[3000wordsandnolife]

Vale Dominus- Chapter 1

Another project I have. Name’s undecided here too. And yes, this one is also the first draft of it. This is just how I write things, I guess.

The tyres screeched as Piranha drove into the city, reminding him yet again that he was way too tired to be driving as recklessly as he was. Nonetheless, he was pushing himself forward, on sheer anger if nothing else. He had a mission that he hadn’t been following. He hadn’t found any facilities, and he hadn’t found the institute either. Overall, not good progress for something he devoted his entire life to. 

He needed the map, and as such, having spent days in the desert didn’t help him at all. Neither did the robbery at the last gas station he was at. Which reminded him that he was running low on fuel. Spying another gas station, he pulled into it, refuelling his motorbike and taking off his helmet with his other hand. It came off his head, and his pink hair was free, dropping down to its regular, tousled look, and he let the helmet fall onto the bike’s handlebars, before taking out the fuel pump and wheeling the bike to the sidewalk, where he kicked out the kickstand and glanced at himself. He had taken off his biker jacket a long-time prior, the harsh desert not letting his usual fashion work well. Instead, he sported a plain black t-shirt with a cartoon of a pair of jaws on it, with wristbands with spiked metal on them. Seeing his reflection, he realised he wasn’t quite complete with his outfit, and retrieved his regular hat, one with fake teeth on the rim and a face on it, and grinned, showing matching teeth that were in his own mouth. They hadn’t been normal since the experiments. But then again, neither had he. Not many people could say that they could breathe underwater and had other aquatic properties. It was like being Aquaman, except a lot worse because of a lack of actual ability. But that hadn’t stopped him before, with him having taken down numerous people in a journey of anger and revenge. Which was what had brought him to the city itself, another step on the journey. He walked into the gas station and paid for what he had bought, as well as grabbing a canned energy drink, then walked out, looking around the city as he did so. For a city with a desert on one side, it fared well, with gleaming skyscrapers littering the cityscape. And somewhere inside was the institute. He looked at the first page in his journal, then the latest page. It had the information he needed to find the institute, except for where it actually was. The institute was shorthand for a much longer name. Dominus Ultimum Vale. Translated to Lord of the Last Farewell, and was supposedly equitable to El Dorado, with how it promised whatever the seeker was looking for. For Piranha, this would be a map of the other facilities in the list of the ones he was working his way through. He pushed those thoughts aside, glancing around. Any one of these buildings could be the one he was looking for, so there was nothing he could really do except walk around the city and look for one that seemed out of place.

This proved to not exactly be an easy task, and Piranha found himself swearing more and more under his breath as he rode around the town for what felt like the fifth time looping it, still not having found anything. He rode over a manhole cover and briefly considered the possibility that the institute was underground, but decided against going down there just yet. After all, that should only be a last resort. This was how he reasoned with himself as he pulled over, tiredly kicking the kickstand and lounging onto a bench, rubbing his eyes as he did so. Nothing. He had been looking for hours, and hadn’t found a single clue that could even lead him to more knowledge about the institute, never mind where the building actually was. He was beginning to wonder if the entire thing was a bust, and that the institute either wasn’t here or didn’t exist at all. Either way, he thought as his stomach rumbled in annoyance, he was hungry. Glancing at his phone, he saw that it was nearly noon, and so he opened up the small compartment on his bike and took out the last bit of food he had. He then put it right back in there when he realised that it was canned food, and eating food out of a can in the desert might have seemed normal, but doing it in the middle of a city was just going to get him weird looks. Well, more weird looks. Pink hair and a motorbike caused him to stand out in crowds, so that would have just been the icing on the cake of weirdness. He took money from another compartment, locked up the bike, and walked over to a food stand which only had a small queue. Soon enough, he had a hot-dog sizzling with enough fat that he worried he was going to have a heart attack from the first bite, and a drink that had been kept in a refrigerator that hadn’t been running at the right temperature, causing it to be warm enough to make him feel slightly ill when he drank it. Nonetheless, he quickly downed the drink before setting to work on the hot-dog. Maybe it was the lack of properly cooked food, or maybe there was something in it, but Piranha found himself resisting the urge to get another when he finished, instead glancing around the city again. There were a lot of shady looking alleyways, and he pitied anyone walking through them. His eyes skimmed over these alleys, all of them looking the same, until he realised that he had seen something awry. Looking back at one of them, he saw a group of people, about as old as he was, give or take a year. They dressed in dark clothing, and were generally giving off an air of menace. Well, they were trying to. To Piranha, it just seemed laughable. He stood up, watching the group as they eyed civilians walking past. He was just going to ignore it, but the light moved in such a way that for just a second, he saw the unmistakable gleam of metal hidden behind one of the men. Whatever they had, it was most definitely a weapon. Someone walked around the corner to cut through the alleyway, and were promptly stopped, as Piranha crossed the road to get closer. When he reached the other side, he heard the voices.

“I-I don’t want any trouble!” The panicked civilian said, as the other men laughed. One was holding a tire iron in his hands, and smacked the metal against his palm in an attempt to look menacing. Piranha sighed under his breath at this, rolling his eyes as he peeked around the corner, looking for an opportunity.

“Boo hoo, I don’t want any trouble, leave me alone! You pathetic dumbass, just give us your wallet!” The first man said, mocking the civilian’s voice. The others followed suit, making mock-crying gestures and making Piranha feel like his eyes were going to roll so hard that they would detach and fall out of his skull. He stood up straight, tucking his hands into his pockets, before whistling nonchalantly and walking around the corner. The other men’s eyes widened as he did, and Piranha faked surprise as he saw the scene in front of him. “Well well, this just seems like it got interesting. Hey boys, how much money this guy look like he got?” The leader of the group said to the rest, who called out random amounts of money, none of them being close to the real amount he had. Piranha had to think of some way to respond, and decided to go with the first thing that came to mind.

“Man, I hope Joe is okay.” Piranha muttered. The three thugs looked between themselves, confusion etched onto their face. Even the man who had been being threatened by them was confused, and all of them stared at Piranha, who kept quiet, waiting for a response. Eventually, one of them bit.

“…Who’s Joe?” He asked, slightly unsure of himself. At once, Piranha grinned, showing his teeth to the thugs and flicking a loose strand of hair out of his eyeline, as he delivered the punchline of the joke.

“Joe Mamma.” He said, raising his hand in the universal insulting gesture. It took a second for the joke to sink in, and the man’s face became red with anger as it finally clicked. Snarling with rage, he rolled up his sleeve as he advanced on Piranha.

“I am gonna kick your-” The man’s words were cut off by a swift punch in the gut from Piranha, and he fell to his knees, winded. The other two looked at him, shocked, and the man who had been accosted by the thugs ran away. The two thugs remaining didn’t even give the civilian a second glance, their eyes fixed on Piranha, who had pushed the first man-now crying softly- onto his side, smirking as he looked up at them.

“Yeah, this usually happens with me.” He grinned as he boasted this, and the other two began advancing. One of them produced a pocket knife, and the one who had been the leader wielded his tire iron. The two were closing in, and Piranha realised that he would have to use all his wits and training to defeat the two of them at the same time. He breathed in, letting the air flow through his body as he closed his eyes for a second in a meditative stance, then opened them again, looking up at the two. He then widened his eyes, pointed behind them, and yelled “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” The two, panicked, turned around, and as one turned back upon having not seen anything, he was sucker-punched by Piranha, who blew on his knuckles in pain. “Holy shit, I can’t believe that worked.” He said, before caressing his aching knuckles. The final thug, the one with the tire iron, looked at his two incapacitated friends, before looking back up at Piranha. He stammered to try and speak, before finally getting words out.

“What the hell… You knocked out two people with one attack each. How did you-” Piranha interrupted the thug’s speech by slamming his knee into the man’s chest, who recoiled in pain, struggling to stay standing. He swung the tire iron at Piranha, who grabbed it.

“Wanna see something cool?” Piranha asked, as if he was a twelve year old about to show his friends a dead body. The thug stammered, as Piranha placed the iron between his teeth. He bit down hard, and the iron split as if it was nothing more than just plastic. Piranha spat it out of his mouth, and it fell onto the floor in numerous pieces. He just grinned, baring his teeth at the man, who made a noise of fear. He raised a fist while laughing, preparing to knock out the thug. He started the momentum, but before the punch could land, he felt his arm being grabbed by someone, holding him back. He looked back, and saw who was stopping him. The man was tall and slender, with white hair and red-tinted glasses. His skin was pale, and his face was contorted with effort, giving away that he wasn’t as strong as he seemed, since he was having trouble holding Piranha back. “Uh, I’m a little busy, I’ll spare change later.” Piranha said, trying to get his arm free of the grasp. The man, in response said nothing. Failing to escape, he swung his other fist at the man holding him. At this point, Piranha started to think he had gone crazy, as the fist just seemed to pass through the man’s face, not hitting him at all. After this, the man finally spoke up.

“Why does everyone try and punch me, it never works…” He muttered under his breath, letting the man go. He immediately had another fist go through him. “For god’s sakes.”

“What the hell?!” Piranha said, mirroring the thug’s earlier words. In response, the man dusted himself down, glancing up at Piranha as he did so. He sighed again as Piranha raised his fists for an attack. “Who are you?!” The man didn’t move as the fist went through his face, with Piranha passing through his entire body, and turned to face Piranha, who was wide-eyed with shock as he looked up at the man.

“Joker. That’s my name, don’t wear it out.” Joker said, before grabbing Piranha by the scruff of his collar and pinning him against the wall.

#Story #Original Fiction #Creative Writing #Superpowers #Vale Dominus #Chapter 1

[askperryfletcher]

His reaction to my tongue stud was pretty funny though. Thanks for the ask. -P

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((SOOOO UHH. I’M NOT DEAD LMAO HI DOES ANYONE STILL FOLLOW THIS BLOG okay so I know it’s been five months (and this ask has been sitting in the drafts that entire time oh my god I’m sorry i think i was saving it to post when i had a little bit more of a buffer rather than just spitting out one random ask out of no where before going silent again but yEAH) ANYWAY the last few days I’ve drawn some asks, so I’m gonna toss them into the queue to post every Saturday uhhh.....yeah. I’m sorry for that sudden and very long hiatus, life sort of...happened. And is still happening. I.E. spouse in and out of the hospital right now, I got a new job, I slipped and fell into a couple other fandoms for a while, our car busted, and just...yeah. 2016 was a long year. Anyway my art style’s changed quite a bit in the last few months and that’s gonna become wildly apparent next week and hopefully y’all don’t hate it too much but yeah I’m gonna try to start posting here again?? Idk how long it’ll last but we’ll see I guess LOL. I’m gonna comb through the 30+ remaining asks in the inbox, try to answer most of them and delete the rest before starting fresh, so hopefully that will result in something....idk lmao the pnf fandom has been very inactive as far as I can tell so maybe this will just go totally ignored but ya know....I’m still here just very tired and busy but I’m doing my best ;u; ~Grayce))

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[elevenhoursinfront-blog]

21st December 2017

The alarm went off. I was sad. This is it. Our East Coast trip had come to an end. What an experience.

We didn't have time to reminisce. We had to have breakfast and get packing. The entire van needed cleaning and we needed to try and fit everything that we had accumulated into our backpacks again. The next hour or so was going to be dreadful.

Steve sat and chilled whilst I went on a mad one emptying the van as good as I could. Steve started to help and eventually we finished. We had bags and bags full of rubbish. I was leaving so many clothes and shoes behind. We wanted our bags to be as light as possible. I struggled to get everything into my bag, like I do every time we try and pack... I had a lot of clothes that I didn't want to throw away and wanted sending home. I put them into a cardboard box that I kept from Melbourne where Mum had sent me stuff over. My plan was to go into the post office in Sydney to send it home. Fingers crossed.

Steve eventually squished everything in, our bags were packed, the van was back to it's original state. The table was up and it was time to leave Canberra. We were showered and ready to go. I started the drive. We were off to Sydney which was another few hours away.

We drive back up was a bit weird. We were quiet. It was strange. I don't think we realised what was going on. We were really excited to get back to Sydney mind you, we loved Sydney a lot. We were also booked into our favourite hostel – Mad Monkey Kings Cross. We started our journey there and we were ending our journey there too... How lovely.

After 2 hours worth of driving, I had to pull over. I was busting for a wee. Steve checked on the maps where the next services were and we pulled over. I ran into a KFC to wee. You know when you're busting so much you're not even sure you're going to make it to the toilet... That's how I was feeling!

I come out of the toilet and noticed Steve ordering food. I laughed a lot but I wasn't surprised. Only Steve... I didn't feel hungry at all but I asked him to grab me some popcorn chicken just in case. I asked Steve if he could drive now as I didn't want to do anymore. He had 3 hours to do now. He laughed at me and said that I did hardly any of the driving this trip. I did agree to half and half today but what is the point in driving another 30 minutes for us to pull over and swap? No point whatsoever!

We eventually pulled up to Sydney. We were in the area where we had to give the camper van back so we looked at how far away the post office was... 3 roads away. Perfect! We drove there first and we jumped out. I sent my box off and it cost $50. A lot less than I thought it would be. It was going to take around 3 months to get home which was fine. It was summery stuff and it's winter at home. I wasn't going to need it.

Next, I was going to wet myself. Steve had to rush over the road to get me to a McDonald’s before I did actually wee in the camper van which would've been typical for us as we were about to give it back... I ran in fully expecting to find Steve in queue as I got out.. I didn't, he was still in the van.

We pulled up at the camper van place and started to empty the van. I think we were really sad, tired and a bit stressed. We were arguing like cat and dog. I took all the food and drink into the reception area to put in the 'free bin'. Hopefully other people will find use of our old rubbish. We also left our table and chairs. We bought them separately as it was cheaper than hiring it with the van. Top tips!

That was it, all done... Our van was given back and our East Coast trip was over. 5 incredible weeks, 4306 kilometres and 23 amazing places. I was so sad. We both were. But I was so excited to get to our hostel. I had been messaging Sam for a while and she sorted our room out for us.

Steve and I were walking to the bus stop with our bags on our backs again. Steve hated having his bag on, it gave him the hump. To be fair, the first ten minutes are fine. After that, you question why you pack anything other than underwear! It really does hurt your entire body.

We got to the bus stop after about 10 minutes walking and trying to run across a main road... I hoped more than anything that I wasn't going to trip over. I wouldn't have been able to get up, I would've been like a turtle stuck in a shell!

We got on the bus and it was 1430. We had about 30 minutes worth of travel on that. After that, it was the tube. It was pretty straight forward for us, but I guess that's because we knew where we were going. We knew Sydney so well. I sat on the train with the biggest smile on my face. We were going to our favourite hostel, in our favourite place!

I pretty much rain from the tube station to our hostel. I even ran up the 3 flights of stairs. I jumped at Sam as we checked in! How exciting! We had our catch up and I noticed someone we had seen before... The two girls from our Fraser Island trip! We weren't friendly enough to say hi but they definitely recognised us. They were the girls that stayed at the same campsite as us afterwards. How strange. Small world as they say.

We checked into our room. We were in 2C. It was a 12 bed. We went inside a there were loads of empty beds. We picked the two closest to the door. It wasn't right under the aircon and it wasn't next to the toilet. Perfect. I just hoped that the door wasn't going to be opened and shut constantly but you can't have everything, especially in hostels.

We chucked our stuff away and headed out. We had to go to Westfield’s to pick up Steve's sunglasses before the store shut. We walked to the tube station and jumped on 2 stops to Town Hall. We luckily still had our Opal cards with money on. Ca-ching!

We went to the Specsavers we were told to go to. We explained the situation to the staff member and gave her the card. She went away to collect his glasses. We sat and waited. She came back over and said that we must have the wrong store because they didn't have them. Steve just went 'bang' and went mental. He asked whether the number on the card was correct for this store and she said 'I don't know'. Steve said “How do you not know the number of your place of work?!”. Eventually, she went to look again after realising that it had to be the correct store.

She found his glasses and Steve walked out. I apologised on Steve's behalf for going crazy at her. She said it was okay. I bet she was fuming though. It wasn't her fault but she did act slightly stupid.

It was late so we grabbed a bite to eat in the food hall. I took loads of photos of the Christmas decorations on our travels home. Sydney at Christmas was beautiful, and hot. There were thousands of people around! It was so busy. I'm even sure it's busier than London at Christmas.

We got back to the hostel and chatted to Sam for a while before heading up to our room. There was nobody else in our room when we checked in but I'm sure that's going to be different when we head up now...

It was full of girls. Steve was the only male. I'm sure he liked those odds until they all started getting ready to go out! We had two American girls next to us. They were on their 'vacation' – not backpackers. They were really nice. We told them what we thought was worth visiting here and what to skip. They ended up going out, like everyone else. Steve and I had one plan and one plan only.

Sleep! I was on the top bunk. Oh how I don’t and won’t miss you!

Goodnight world.