#unfortunately for me the face and hair are NOT cooperating today so dont look at them

[f1owermoon]

ok these are the last ones for real now

[natsukitakama]

Hi there 👀💙 would you like to do headcanons or a scenario of man bun Eren as a detective who is in a investigation and has to go to and ask a hot 🥵 bartender about what she saw that night 🌙

Author note : Hi there ! Thank you so much for requesting this and for your patience. It took me a long time to write it down it seemed like any version was worth it. But I finally managed to write something I'm confident about ♡ I hope you’ll enjoy this 

Warning : mention of gun / mention of people getting drunk (be careful !) / slight nsfw / AU 

words : 2680 

i do not own the gif credit to the owner

Masterlist 

The case was pretty usual : A drunk man came into a bar with a gun, threaten everyone in here and then passed out because of the alcohol. Nothing would justify to call Detective Yeager at 3 AM. Groaning he moved around his bed looking for his phone. 

His captain explained to him that apparently the man just « disappeared » after being arrested by the police officer. The man was laying on the ground too drunk to stand up by himself so the newbie has to help him and then the man apparently has just disappeared as if he wasn’t here in the first place. 

So obviously everyone in the bar was blocked by the police so they could interrogate them but none of the officer was as good as Detective Yeager when it came to question people. 

So of course Eren didn’t have much choice but to move from his bed and get ready for his next day at work. 

When he finally found the bar, the detective was impressed by two things : the amount of people including police man and the mess around the bar. Looking at everything, Eren was looking for anything that might prove the drunk man was helped by someone outside but he found nothing in particular. His first idea was that the man was helped by someone who was currently in the bar, the question was to now who was in charge. 

Walking around, the detective eyed everyone : everyone seemed guilty to him, they all had that look who betrays their true nature, everyone but you. 

You were standing close to your counter, looking everywhere but not into the detective’s direction as if you were trying to not be seen. Unfortunately for you, you were the one who caught his attention. So he walked right into your direction which bothered you (he noticed the way your brows frowned) and then when you realized that he was walking to you your faced betrayed your own fear 

The detective sat in front of you with a small smile on his face, he put both of his hand on the counter. He chose to adopt a neutral gesture in hope that you’ll feel more comfortable around him. 

« Hello, I am Detective Yeager may I ask your name ? » 

« Y/N sir » 

« I am sorry to bother you during your work but I’m actually working on a case : apparently one of your customer decided to just leave without telling us am I right ?  »

« Well, you’ll need to be more precise Lieutenant there a lot of people who visit us today »

« *chuckle* Right, well his name won’t tell you anything but he is kinda tall with some blonds hair on his head, no beard, chubby and well he loves alcohol to the point he would passe out from this. »

« Oh »

« One of my co-worker called me during the night to inform me about the man but we couldn’t find anything that might prove that he was in your bar last night. So I went directly into the bar and noticed that you were the only one who seemed to not want to talk with us. May I ask you why ?  » 

« I-It’s just that police officer scare me » 

« It’s okay Miss Y/N I wouldn’t bother you if this case wasn’t important especially since my presence seems to frighten you »

« It’s not you it’s just well I guess I’m just not comfortable around police officer » 

« Then don’t see me as a police man »

« Excuse me ? »

« Yeah see me as someone a little bit curious okay ? You can even call me Eren if you want to. That’s my name eren » 

« Alright Eren would you like a drink ? »

«  *chuckle* gossip won’t be as good without a drink, a whisky please do something for you too »

Then both of you started to talk, gossip, about what happened in that bar couple of hours ago. Unfortunately it didn’t help that much the detective since you were kinda busy when the accident happened. But the detective wasn’t convinced of your story but for now he didn’t have anything that might prove you were lying to him (and for what ? For what he’s known you seemed nice and carrying or at least you appeared like this) 

When it came to you, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to the man right in front of you. You couldn’t explain it but he makes you feel at ease.  The man was not only handsome but he was nice, he looked like he really cared about your well being but it wasn’t just that : his hands were quite attractive too, you were wondering how they would feel on yours or around your neck. The way he was sitting in his chair, his back quite straight his large shoulder might betray a muscular body which you would gladly cover with kiss. 

« Miss Y/N ? »

« … Uh.. yeah ? Sorry » 

« It’s okay I was asking you if it was okay to take your number just in case I got another question for you. » « Yeah  sure » 

After that you two started to text each other, at first the detective was taking some news, and then both of you started to talk every day. You were even thinking that he was flirting with you which got you some butterflies in your stomach. One day he even asked you if he could come over since he got something to tell you, of course you told him he could come whenever he wanted to. Next day, was supposed to be the day he met you again since your gossip into the bar. You did everything in order to look pretty because for you, he was coming to start something with you. 

For the detective it was especially a day to have finally his answer. Since your last talk he has investigated on every workers on the bar : everyone has something to be ashamed of, it could be theft, attack, fraud. But you, you were clean. Way too clean for a work like this, if someone has helped the drunk man to leave it has to be you. So yeah maybe Eren took advantage of the fact that you were attracted to him to flirt with you in order to get intimate with you : this way he would have everything he wants from you. 

Lost in your thought you didn’t hear the first knock in your door, but you definitely hear the detective calling you behind it. Walking quickly you finally opening the door and let him go penetrate in your house. Then you moved into your kitchen to give him a mug of coffee, he noticed that your hands were shaking probably because you were nervous. He couldn’t help but smile at it, everything was moving according to his will. In other circumstances he would find you cute to be so nervous. You didn’t noticed the way the lieutenant looked at you : up and down with a smirk, yeah this is going to be fun he thought. While you were doing everything in order to not show him how nervous you were (you failed), you felt it, he was staring at you, looking at the way you were pulling the water in your coffee maker, the way you took your sugar box. Lieutenant Yeager never stopped to stare you, looking at any sign of discomfort, anything that might tell him you were anxious. He did notice your behavior and the way your body was so tensed but he knew it wasn’t because of the case but because of him. His presence made you nervous, and god did he love that that form of power he had on your body. He couldn’t think more because you were turning back with his coffee and a cup of juice which was for you, walking slowly into his direction you put the mug slowly without look at him. 

« Thank you Miss Y/N you’re too good for me I’m really lucky » (he didn’t miss the way your body shiver because of his compliment) 

« Your welcome Eren it’s nothing really » 

Oh you were working too hard to remain your composure, it’s too satisfying for the detective  to not play with it. He had to play around since officially he was flirting you since your first meeting. 

« No really I mean it… People tends to despise us, they’re cooperating because they had to but none of them aren’t as good as you are  Y/n »

« I just gave you a cup of coffee, it’s not a big deal » (where this confidence came ? You had no idea) 

Chuckling the Lieutenant took the mug to drink a little bit of your coffee never break the contact with your eyes. 

« You’re right  Y/N my apologies. » 

« It’s okay. Well you said you were here for something ?»

« Yeah I wanted to tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore you won’t see a police officer anymore  » 

« I won’t ? »

« Exactly. I finally found the people I was looking for »

« You mean the drunk man ? Didn’t lost it this time »

« *chuckling* not him but I know someone helped him and I finally discover who he was» 

« That’s good I guess who is it then ? »

« I can’t tell you now cause I didn’t catch them yet  » 

« Dont loose them this time »

« It’s the second time you’re being cocky to me Y/N should I punish you for that ?"

« I- What ? » 

« You hear me » 

Not daring to say a word, you looked at him not knowing what to do to be honest. You expected him to flirt with you, but you couldn’t imagine he would be so straightforward about it. But you won’t push him back, you were craving for his attention. 

« I don’t know should I be punished ? For what I’ve know I’ve been good »

« *chuckling* Yeah Y/N you’ve been good but don’t push your luck good S/O behave»

« I do i mean I would detective»

« Sir. »

«  Sir ? Y’-you want me to call you sir »

« Should I repeat myself ? »

« No Sir » 

« Good. Would you go to the bed ? »

« Now you’re being cocky » 

« Funny coming from the one who looked at him like I was a piece of meat »

« I WAS NOT… I wasn’t staring »

« There’s nothing in wrong in that I did too » 

« Excuse me ? » 

The only answer you got was his laugh, damn it sound good to your hear. You were wondering if his moan would sound as good. But you didn’t have more time to think about it, because Eren took your hand on his to pull you on his laps. Surprised by his action you couldn’t help but yelp a bit which makes him laugh even more. 

« You shouldn’t be laughing right now »

« Why ? I found it funny »

« It’s mean »

« Oooh my poor Y/N guess I wasn’t good to you »

« Maybe »

« I would fix this»

« Oh yeah? » 

« Absolutely. »

Again, he put his hand on your thighs to lift you (way to easily this man was stronger than you expect him to be), before you could process anything he put you on your bed him on you with that damn smirk never seemed to disappear. 

« So you’re telling me that having me under you on my bed is a part of your way to apologize for being mean to me ? »

« Shh let me surprise you. »

« I’m expecting a lot of thins sir »

« Spoil you would be don’t worry about it»

« Do not make promise you can take  »

« I plan on pleasure you the whole day Y/N how does that sound to you ?»

« Sounds good to me Sir » 

That’s how you ended up on your bed, all spread for Eren. Even when he flirted with you, you couldn’t imagine what he will do to you. At first he was kinda sweet, after you agreed, he put both of his hand on your cheeks to kiss you. It was soft at first, probably testing the water, but when he felt your hands on his neck and hairs he knew he could deepen the kiss. One of his hand quickly moved right on your hips to put you closer to his hand body which result on you moaning slightly because of the surprise. Eren took advantage of it, his tongue met yours in your mouth fighting for dominance. Your makeout session ended up with you laying again on your bed, your hand above your head, his writs hold both of your hands. 

« So i’m gonna question you and everytime I feel like you’re lying to me I’ll punish you, if I’m feeling like you’re telling me the truth I’ll reward you is that alright for you Y/N ? »

« What ? »

« Answer »

« Y-Yes sir » 

He did as he said, everytime he asked you something : it could be as simple as what’s your name, or more difficult like giving a detail about the man he was looking for. Each time you lied to time, you were punished, meaning he was slapping your butt ten time at least. When you were telling him the truth or when he felt like you couldn’t know the answer he was rewarding you, most of time he was kneeling down in front of you, teasing you at first until he finally gave you what you were craving for. However, no matter if he was punishing you or rewarding you, it felt so good. You couldn’t count on many time you came already, and he was just playing with you : he literally got you wrapped around his finger. Lost in your pleasure you never noticed that he was little by little questioning you about what happened during that night with the drunk man. Kiss by kiss, stroking by stroking he got every little details he was craving for. At first he noticed the change in your behavior : you went from a shy little bartender to a more confident people, the way you were looking at him as if you had him right where you wanted him to be. Even your voice change a little bit. He was sure now you were a fraud it had to be you. 

And then, when he felt like foreplay was enough he decided to finally have your confession. He moved you so you were on your four for him, ass up chest down. Without telling you anything, he put both of his hand on your hips and put the base of his manhood right into you. And with a slow thrust he went into you. Teasing you so you were loosing yourself in the pleasure he was giving to you but even like that Eren didn’t manage to get what he was looking for : your confession. Thrusting again and again, stroking every inch of your body to put you right into the edge but nothing came except your beg for release. Edging you again and again until he couldn’t take it anymore, himself being sensitive for not himself from coming into you. When you both were done, laying on your bed catching your breath. You moved from the bed to have some proper after care. 

« Where are you going ? »

« Cleaning myself sir’ should I ask you permission for that too ? » 

« No of course not »

« Sure I think you question me enough » 

« I did no… what ? »

« You thought I didn’t notice detective ? » 

« You ? »

« Well you got what you wanted and I got what I wanted so I guess we’re good »

« What I wanted ? What do you mean ? Hey ! » 

You didn’t let him finish his sentence, you closed your bathroom door to clean yourself. Couple of minute later, Eren decided to join you, but when he opened the door no one was here just a paper on the mirror. It was written a couple words in here : Lost again let’s try again shall we ? Damn you. 

[inkstainedfanfics]

Paths

Request: Can you do a little angsty Newt x reader (but maybe with a nice ending 😄) where Newt and the reader were a couple back at Hogwarts, but they broke up because of Leta. Now the reader's married and after many years with no contact they meet again at some kind of charity event. However, they start to bond again! I hope you like this idea and thanks in advance ❤

Word Count: 2,325

Pairing: Newt x Reader (Platonic)

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly--canthrope @whatinbenaddiction @thosefantasticbeast2 @studyforthreehands @benniesgalaxy

“You want me to take him to Gran’s today or do you plan on it?”

Quickly running a towel over the spot your toddler just sat at, you sigh. “You should probably plan on it. I have that event tonight, remember?”

He sticks two pieces of bread together. “Of course. You’ve only been talking about it for months now.”

You make at face at him, tossing the towel by the door to wash later. “We’re teaching kids about magical creatures. What’s not to be excited about?”

He chuckles. “Just don’t talk their ears off. I know how you can get when you’re given a captive audience.”

“I don’t get that longwinded.”

“Honey, did you forget our whole first date?”

You swat at his arm as you make your way to the sink. “You were interested and asking questions.”

“I believe,” he says, tightening his tie, “that I asked one question and you took it from there for the rest of the evening.”

Setting the plates in the sink and flipping the faucet on, you roll your eyes. “Yeah, well, look at where you are now. Married to me.”

He grins, stepping over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go or you’ll be late and miss your train.”

He kisses you one final time before grabbing his sandwich and heading out the door.

You finish cleaning up the dishes from the kitchen before changing into a more fitting outfit for the demonstration: slacks and a button-down shirt. Sliding a jacket over the outfit, you shout a goodbye to the nanny and head out the front door.

It’s a long walk to the school, but the sun’s shining and the sidewalks are near empty, so you don’t particularly mind the jaunt. In fact, it’s almost refreshing to not have to worry about making lunches or helping the nanny fold clothes. Ever since the charity began and called for your expertise, you’ve been able to find an excuse to get out of the house once a week and work with magical creatures.

Finally reaching the school, you step in and are instantly offered directions to where the other volunteers have set up the day’s base.

You follow the directions and end up in a dank basement: unusual since most presentations are offered outside. Still, it’s a good storage place for the creatures and if any escape, it’d be easy enough to capture them, so you shrug and look around. Crates of creatures line the walls and more are being carried in as you wander the room, searching for Tara. A baby dragon hisses when you pass its box, mooncalves held in a pen snort in their sleep, and a couple of doxies penned up and trapped behind two locks mock you. The room’s a mess of other noises as well. You wonder how anyone can hear the day’s orders given the racket.

Tara, the lead supervisor and charity founder, brushes her black hair out of reach of a niffler and waves you over. “There you are. I was wondering if you were planning on coming. We could really use your help in the grindylow pen.” She rolls her eyes and wipes a layer of sweat from her forehead. “We have a bunch of new recruits, which would be great if they knew anything. Send the girl with Charles over to the flitterby cage. Maybe she’ll be able to handle that.”

“She can’t drop food into a tank?”

“Apparently he’s too scary.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Just make sure he doesn’t get out or grab anyone, okay?”

You glance around the room. She’s right, there’s a bunch of new faces around, wandering like they don’t know that they’re supposed to be working or playing with the cute creatures and ignoring the more aggressive ones. “Looks like it’s going to be a long day.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. Thank Merlin I have another expert like you coming in today. It’s the only reason I agreed to bring the full load of our creatures.” She stares behind you, suddenly alarmed. “Merlin’s beard, that girl’s going to get herself killed! Go help with Charles before we have a lawsuit on our hands.”

You turn, breaking into a run as soon as you see.

The grindylow’s somehow made its way out of the cage and is clinging to her arm, trying to pull her into the tank.

The open tank. Merlin’s beard, do these people know anything about creatures?

The beast opens its mouth, revealing a set of slimy green teeth, bits of algae stuck between them. The girl’s pale, mouth open in a wide ‘o’ but there’s no sound: too scared.

You know as you draw your wand that you won’t be fast enough, the thing’s going to get at least one chunk from her arm. Cursing, you try to speed up, try to lunge forward, but it’s going to be too late no matter what you do.

Which is why when the creature just freezes, teeth inches from her arm, you nearly stumble in surprise. It releases her arm and falls motionless back into the tank, sinking to the bottom.

You scramble forward, slamming the lid back on the tank and clamping the latches shut, chest heaving. Tara runs right past you and to the volunteer’s side, ushering her away.

“Are you all right, ma’am?”

Another pair of hands pull at the final latch before you can grab it, clicking it in place with ease. “Well, at least his teeth are tiny enough to risk such an incident.”

You freeze. That voice… you haven’t heard it in over ten years, but who forgets such a voice? “Newt?”

He smiles, a nervous grin that transports you back to the halls of Hogwarts, back to the statue of a witch and her patronus, back to shaky hands grabbing fallen books. “Hello.”

“Hey. What, um, what are you doing here?” The question is shaky. Merlin, have you really not seen him since the summer of fifth year?

“I was asked to come in and talk. A bit of an expert on these things now.” He smiles again and shrugs as though his recent accomplishments mean nothing.

“That’s right! You published a book, didn’t you?”

“I did, though it hasn’t sold much yet.”

“I’m sure sales will pick up soon enough. Who doesn’t want to learn about such fascinating beasts?”

Newt grimaces, “Unfortunately, I’ve found many people that don’t.”

“Well, that will change with this charity. Once people learn about how gentle most of these creatures here are, they won’t be able to resist wanting to learn more.”

“Let’s hope.” He mumbles before falling into an uncomfortable silence.

You grab the bag of algae the volunteer dropped and offer it to Newt. “His name is Charles.”

“Any reason for that?”

You blush, wondering if Newt remembers Charles Cooper from third year. “Well, he’s quite the ugly beast and he’s nasty, too, as you saw. He tries his best to bite everyone.” You hold out your hand, showing off the three scabs running across your thumb. “He got me the other day when I was trying to clean the cage.”

“Did you treat it with anything? Their bites are prone to infections.”

You draw your hand away when you notice his eyes linger on your fourth finger, on the ring-free skin between knuckles. Your wedding ring sits in your pocket so as to save it from being eaten by a creature. “Of course I did.”

Newt eyes you, surprised by your sudden defensive tone, and steps away, dropping some algae down the narrow feeding tube. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”

“No, it’s…” well, you don’t know what it is, but it’s certainly not like he meant to be rude, glancing at your hand like that. Of course he’d want to know. You’d found yourself curious about him for years after the split. Who doesn’t wonder what becomes of their first love? Of the person they shared an awkward first kiss with, of the person with clammy hands and a pounding heart, of the person you promised forever with only to have life laugh and plot another path for the both of you?

“I’m married.” You offer suddenly, blurting it out and instantly blushing. Oh Merlin, he wasn’t flirting or even showing any sort of nostalgia for what you once had, so why say that?

Newt’s face turns from solemn to flustered, his cheeks the same bright red as the day he bumped into you and spilled your books everywhere. “Oh. Congratulations.”

“Thank you.” Then it’s quiet between the two of you as the various creatures’ noises swallow your conversation. The grindylow slowly wakes, nose twitching as the algae bobs in the water.

“When did you marry?” Newt asks, voice barely audible over the room’s din.

“Five years ago. Edmund came soon after.”

“You have a child?”

You nod. “He’s four. Blonde.” You can’t help your smile. “Absolutely precious. A bit stubborn like his father, but he loves demiguises. You should see him at night. I stitched him a plush of a demiguise. He refuses to sleep without it.”

Newt doesn’t meet your eyes, just stares at the creature in the tank. “Sounds lovely.”

“He is.” You swallow. There it is again, that uncomfortable silence so alien to you when it comes to Newt. The two of you used to be able to hold a conversation all night, now you can hardly look at him for more than two seconds. “How about you? Have you met someone?”

“I’ve been quite busy with my work, as you’d imagine.” He shuffles around the tank, but his expression indicates there’s more that he’s not saying.

“Oh, of course. How’s Leta?” It’s a risky probe into his life. You’d never really heard what happened between the two of them after you left him.

It’s apparently the wrong question. Newt snaps his mouth shut, eyes focused on the grindylow feeding.

“I’m… sorry.” You mutter, surprising yourself by truly meaning it. Right or not, Newt had adored her. She shouldn’t have hurt him the way she obviously did.

“That’s all in the past now. No need to dwell on it.”

“Newt…” You hesitate. Is now really the time for apologies? You’re surrounded by noisy creatures and clueless volunteers, speaking with your ex for the first time in ten years, and he hasn’t even brought up the things you said that day. Still, guilt rests on your shoulders. You’d not only broken up with him as his girlfriend, but as one of his best friends, too. So you steel yourself and square your shoulders. “I’m sorry for the things I said before. They were rude… unnecessary. I’ve regretted them every day since.”

He blinks, his only show of surprise, then something else fills his face. Comfort? Happiness? “I was being, as you put it, ‘a selfish git.’”

You wince remembering the way he’d looked after you’d shouted that at him. “I thought I was losing you. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after everything happened.”

He flinches, hands fiddling with the button on his sleeve’s cuff. “I couldn’t blame you. Who wants to rush to their ex’s side?”

You bite your lip. Doesn’t he know he was more than that? You may not love him in the same way anymore—no, you’re quite happy in your marriage—but that doesn’t mean you don’t want him to be happy. “You were my best friend for a long time, Newt. Long before you were my boyfriend. I should have honored that.”

He shrugs, bending over to peer right in the grindylow’s eyes. “I wasn’t fully innocent for our loss, either.”

You start to deny it, but he’s right. You both made mistakes, both ruined what was a beautiful relationship. Instead, you shrug and smile. “Maybe I could make it up to you over dinner tonight. If you’d like, of course.”

“You’d like for me to meet your husband and child?”

You rub the back of your neck. “You were my best friend, Newt, and I miss you. So… yeah. If you wouldn’t mind.”

A smile fades onto his face, gently sloping up. “I’d love to.” Then, before you can say anything, he reaches for his pocket, withdrawing a worn picture. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d love to introduce you to the Goldsteins sometime should you ever find yourself in New York.”

You take the picture to look at it. The way Newt hovers around the shorter one, his hands fluttering around her sides when she stumbles, clues you in. “I’d love to meet your fiancée.”

He smiles the slightest bit. “Of course you’d noticed.”

You hand it back to him. “You haven’t changed that much, Newt. I’m happy you found someone.”

His expression softens when he looks back at the picture. “So am I. She’s really something.”

“Would dinner at 5 work tonight? I’d love to hear more about her.”

He meets your eyes. “Quite well, actually.”

“Good.” You drift off, thinking back on just how different everything turned out from what you’d imagined when you were fifteen and in love with the man in front of you. Both of you now, set to be married to different people, a kid in your life, Newt a published author.

It’s all so different from the dream the two of you had concocted over Hogsmeade dates and Great Hall lunches: a cabin by the ocean, the perfect place for raising various creatures, maybe a kid maybe not, nights spent reading next to the fireplace, cooking breakfast for one another and traveling the world with your creatures. It’s all so different, yet, you know, it’s right. This was how it was meant to be all along.

The world has a way of working itself out, and you’re grateful for the path it chose for you.

[milkywaymochaa]

HEY DONT FORGET MY HONEY SCENARIO love you 😂💙😂

I got you darling~ don't worry about it~___________________________________________ “I told you that you’d get sick if you cuddled with me… and no I’m not making you soup because I’M STILL SICK.”It was such a quiet peaceful day, the birds were chirping, the air was clear, the sun was shining so brightly. Everything was just so beauti-“SAIKA FOR THE LAST TIME, DRINK THE GOD DAMN MEDICINE!”“NO, FUCK YOU.” ….The narrator spoke too soon. Oh look, even the birds flew away…We move from our once beautiful day to the household of the lovely couple, who seem to be having a very tame fight right now. It all started when saika had went out shopping one day. The day was suppose to be beautiful and clear, just like this one, at least that was what the forecast said. So saika decided that she wouldn't need to bring an umbrella at all today, because what could go wrong…a lot. To put it briefly, Saika got caught in one hell of a rainstorm, soaked to the bone. Unfortunately, this caused to have a nasty cold, and is now force- I mean, stuck in bed, with her lovely boyfriend Honey, who was happy enough to take care of her. Everything was going swimmingly, Saika gladly ate the soup Honey prepared, she cooperated with actions such as changing out of her sweaty clothes, laying down for her wet compress, and getting her temperature taken, and all-in-all was just very cooperative with honey. It wasn't until Honey brought out the medicine was when things went to…well…absolute shit.“Come on saika, you did well with the other stuff. All you have to do is full down this cup of medicine then you can lay back down. Now DRINK IT!” Honey said, the his hair-arrows now visible and moving with rage.“No, no way. I am not drinking that stuff, it taste like baby wipes and sadness!” She retorted, moving her head away from the cup of medicine honey is hold in his hand.“Come on, it doesn't even taste that bad. Here, I'll taste it and prove that it's good.” He said, then took a little sip of the medicine. Unfortunately that one sip was followed by a loud gag.“See, it tastes good, now drink it.”“No!”“DRINK IT SO YOU CAN GET BETTER!”“Only if you feed it to me from your mouth~” she said. Honey looked at saika with a smirk, yet his eye was slightly twitching. On the bright side, he gets to kiss the love of his life and at the same time feed her the medicine that will make her feel better. The only downside is that he has to drink that disgusting liquid again. However, Honey, being the total gentleman he is, would gladly do anything to help his girlfriend feel better, even if he has to suffer from the awful taste. “Saika, you promise you'll drink this medicine if I feed you like that? I honestly really want you to get better soon, since I hate seeing you like this. Taking the medicine is the only way we can assure that. So, do you promise, my love?” He said, looking at saika with concern, worry, and love in his eyes. Yes, they might fight and Coker and curse at each other quite often, that doesn't mean that they don't love each other. Honey loves Saika with all of his heart, being the perfect perverted gentleman just for her. Saika is no different, and loves Honey as well. She would do anything to protect her beloved. In all honesty, she hates being sick like this, she just wants to get up and be with her Honey all day, but now she’s just stuck in bed. Looking deep into Honey’s eyes, she smiled and nodded. “Yes, I promise that I will drink the medicine if you feed it to me that way. It gives me the perfect excuse to kiss you after all~” She said, her blush fusing with her already fever ridden face.With that, he quickly poured the medicine in his mouth, trying not to swallow it. Then with swiftness and passion, he bent down and kissed him beloved, also pouring the medicine in her mouth. Even after she drank all of the medicine, he kept kissing her, slowly climbing onto the bed with her. “Honey, don't kiss me too much, you'll get sick, too.” She said, breaking the kiss then looking up at him. Honey looked down at Saika then smiled, pecking her lips again as he climbed into bed with her. “You'll get sick if you cuddle me, too.”“I don't mind getting sick, that just means I'll be with you all day. Besides, if I get sick and you feel better, then you'll have to take care of me.” Honey said with a smirk. Saika looked over at him then smiled, flipping over and moving closer to Honey so they can have their nice cuddle session.“I love you, Honey.”The next day…“I feel like death…” Mumbled honey, whose face was now flushed red. Saika and Honey were still in the same position the fell asleep in, only instead of being awoken by the sweet sunlight and the beautiful song of the birds, they were awoken to harsh coughing, fevers, awful sunlight right in their eyes, and suffering.“I told you that cuddling with me would get you sick, now look, we’re both sick in bed.” Saika started. Honey was about to say something until she interrupted him. “And no, I'm not making you soup.”“What, why the hell not!?”“BECAUSE IM STILL SICK DUMBASS!”(This better post right >~

[tokyo-joon]

thank you for tagging me @grumpytth​!! this is cute AND i got to know you a bit better! ^^

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 as many people as you like!

THE LAST:

1. drink: a starbucks energy drink help 2. phone call: the american red cross is trying to suck me dry 3. text message: “I just read these all now. That’s terrible!! I hope you’re doing okay now”  4. song you listened to: Wave - Amber & Luna 5. time you cried: last night 6. dated someone twice: nothing that really counted (ie anything in high school or before that) 7. kissed someone and regretted it: god yes 8. been cheated on: i mean kind of but again none of my “relationships” from high school or earlier count. 9. lost someone special: hasn’t everyone?? 10. been depressed: probably since i started college.  11. gotten drunk and thrown up: lol yea and ruined a lot of good alcohols for myself (rip fireball) (and hazelnut)

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:

12-14. purple, bright yellow, pastel pink

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. made new friends: i have 💌  16. fallen out of love: it would seem so 17. laughed until you cried: so many times skf;jakls 18. found out someone was talking about you: oh yeah. people are never not talking at work. 19. met someone who changed you: maybe 20. found out who your friends are: naah that was the year before 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: yess

GENERAL:

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them lol well, not that i talk to all of them anymore. 23. do you have any pets: not anymoree 24. do you want to change your name: nahhh i never meet another Ginny so it’s nice having an uncommon name (read: old lady name) 25. what did you do for your last birthday: probably went out for dinner with my parents! 26. what time did you wake up: 6:30, before my alarm, thx for that >:( 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: dozing to avoid some things 28. name something you can’t wait for: idk hoseok’s mixtape? a solo hoseok vlive?? the meaning of life to dawn upon me??? 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday morning they left for vacation without me today :’((( 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: currently the amount of unfolded laundry on my bed. i guess an overarching goal would be my perpetual student status. 31. what are you listening to right now: I Feel It Coming - The Weeknd 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: my general manager unfortunately. 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my skin not cooperating with me >:( 34. most visited website: is it tumblr dot com? 35-37. lost questions?? 38. hair colour: brown hairrr with some grey in there too thanks dad 39. long or short hair: i haven’t had short hair since 6th grade. it wasn’t a good look for me. i don’t want to say never again because sometimes i think about cutting it short again but for now i’m pretty sure i’d regret it 40. do you have a crush on someone: i mean.... nobody i know personally..... 41. what do you like about yourself: my sense of humor (i’m probably actually just loud nd annoying but here i am thinking i’m funny) 42. piercings: two on each ear and a nose ring 43. blood type: i have no idea....... 44. nickname: Ginger, Gin, Gin Gin, nothing too creative. An old friend used to call me Weasley 45. relationship status: in the most boring & pathetic relationship you could possibly imagine. 46. zodiac: aquarius 47. pronouns: she/her 48. favourite tv show: i didnt watch the last two seasons but it’s probably still teen wolf. or avatar. OROROR brooklyn 99 IDKKKK 49. tattoos: just one behind my ear 50. right or left handed: right 51. surgery: twice, once to get my wisdom teeth out, and before that i got a hymenectomy and that’s probably more than you want to know about me dont google that i mean it im not responsible 52. piercing: again?? 53. sport: i was forced to play lacrosse for awhile. and i also did tae kwon do when i was a kid until i got my black belt then i was like CYA 55. vacation: i’ll always love disney world. but i’m not gonna be happy until i go back to spain and have paella again 56. pair of trainers: i have black pumas and pink adidas and they’re my pride and joy

MORE GENERAL

57. eating: i pretty much only want to eat noodles or pasta for every meal. if i can’t have that i might just skip it klsfa;jdlkfa;js 58. drinking: coffee until noon and then a steady stream of green tea for the rest of the day. 59. i’m about to: shower, face mask, and drama :)) 61. waiting for: the 1000 legger i lost track of in my room before to kill me in my sleep 62. want: to stop spending so much money. 63. get married: if there’s someone that i want to spend my life with 64. career: lol 65. hugs or kisses: kisses 66. lips or eyes: i guess it depends on which is more noticeable on the person? but usually eyes 67. shorter or taller: taller~ 5′9-5′11 is a good height for me 68. older or younger: it doesn’t matter much but i guess they’d have to at least be 21 (if we’re talking about dating...) 70. nice arms or nice stomach: i guess stomach i don’t really look at arms much 😅 71. sensitive or loud: these don’t seem to relate to each other but i guess sensitive 72. hook up or relationship: right nowwwwww hook up 73. troublemaker or hesitant: jgkjkfdjhskldgadfkd bit of both?

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. kissed a stranger: i guess kind of 75. drank hard liquor: not like... A LOT but... 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: i only have reading glasses that i rarely use. i’m sure they’re around here somewhere... 77. turned someone down: yes. after saying yes because i felt like i had to 78. sex on the first date: that’s nottttt gonna happen 79. broken someone’s heart: i doubt it 80. had your heart broken: yes 81. been arrested: noo 82. cried when someone died: yess 83. fallen for a friend: yes. i dont recommend it.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. yourself: rarely 85. miracles: probably not 86. love at first sight: it’s a cute thought but, not reallyyyy 87. santa claus: i mean if i have to believe in something 88. kiss on the first date: sure why not 89. angels: no. but another nice thought!

OTHER:

90. current best friend’s name: i don’t have one best friends just a few really close friends. but could never choose one of them over the others ya know? 91. eye colour: mine...? hazel 92. favourite movie: i have no idea omg ummmm i’m still obsessed with mad max lol

okokok i’m gonna tag

@literally-just-yoongi-trash @agust-kook @yoongisnugget @ttaegiis and anyone else who thinks this looks fun!!

[surveysofdayspast]

“wooooooo”

Survey from: May 3, 2010 @ 1:03am Today: May 3, 2017 – 4:54pm.

Your last ex finds out you've fallen in love with another person? 2010: no ex lol

2017: Technically the above answer is a lie—I once dated a boy for a day in grade 7 or something. So I DID, in fact, have an ex. Technically. But anyways, to answer the question, I imagine he would just be happy that I’m happy (the most recent ex, not the grade 7 one…).

Would you fall apart if that last person you kissed walked out of your life? 2010: oh yes.

2017: Well I’m pretty sure I’m standing here, in one piece, better and happier than ever. So…no.

What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had? 2010: wo-ta-ta (water) :)

2017: Literally just had a sip of water before typing this. Or “wo-ta-ta” as I apparently used to say.

Your mom finds used condoms in your room, you tell her? 2010: lmao she doesnt need to worry about that right now hahaha

2017: “Well, it looks like someone broke into our house and had sex in my room, because you KNOW it wasn’t me.”

Do you prefer pasta salad, or coleslaw? 2010: pasta salad im thinkinnn

2017: This feels like one of the more random questions I’ll encounter in this survey. I like pasta salad if it’s not the kind with tuna, and coleslaw is also great if it doesn’t have too much dressing. In terms of which one I prefer, the answer appears to be…neither. They are equally great under the conditions specified above.

Could you go for the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? 2010: yeah probably, not like ive had it up to now, if i just kept not drinking..id be fine :p

2017: My naïve 16-year-old self doesn’t even know what she was missing. I definitely COULD live without alcohol, but I think my life would be much less interesting if I made that particular choice.

Who's bed were you on last? 2010: mine lmao 

2017: Same, younger me. Same.

When was the last time you changed in front of someone? 2010: lol no clue :p

2017: I just thought of old lady Rose from Titanic saying, “It’s been 84 years.” I’m gunna go with that, I think.

Last person you kissed, have you cried in front of them? 2010: yesss i haveee

2017: It feels REALLY early into that relationship for me to have cried (literally one month in), but hey, who am I to judge? Since we’re speaking of the same human, the answer is still yes.

Do you think the last person you kissed is nice? 2010: yes :)

2017: Yes.

Does anyone call you babe? 2010: on occasion :p

2017: I spent some time trying to think of clever answer to this—but I couldn’t so the answer is no.

Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months without cheating? 2010: yes for sure

2017: Well, I managed for 12x that so I don’t think staying faithful is really a problem for me.

Do you think the last person you kissed is a player? 2010: nope hahaha

2017: No.

Do you believe exes can really ever be "just friends"? 2010: its possible, ive seen it :p

2017: So many spelling and grammatical errors…it’s so hard not to edit them all out... Yeah, it’s possible. I’ve seen it happen. I think it greatly depends on the circumstances of the break-up, however, and perhaps long they were together, etc.

Your ex wants you back? 2010: no ex :p

2017: I feel like this question could be received in two different ways. But no to both contexts.

Anyone say they want to be with you forever? 2010: nope

2017: Yes.

Ever dated someone who was gorgeous but they had a conceited personality? 2010: nope

2017: No.

Last person you had a deep conversation with? 2010: twitter? hahahahaaaaa :p

2017: My conversations with Twitter are significantly less deep than they are ridiculous nowadays. But I used to have a REAL tweeting problem in high school. That’s why my tweet count is over 15k or something insane like that.

Anyways, I have pretty deep questions with my best gal pal Kelsey, because lives and personalities parallel each other in a lot of ways (and also because she’s awesome and easy to talk to).

Even more recently, my mom and I have spent a significant amount of time theorizing about who killed Jason Blossom on Riverdale because I guess we just think we’re Sherlock Holmes and John Watson or something. These conversations, while seemingly arbitrary, are actually SURPRISINGLY in depth.

(P.S. we think it was Hal Cooper). Is there a member of the opposite sex on your mind? 2010: yes, literally more than half the time :)

2017: Why didn’t I ever capitalize my sentences?

And sure, but only of the fictional and unattainable variety. Did you reject or accept your last friend request? 2010: accepttttt

2017: I’m not going to lie, I think I rejected? Because #strangerdanger. I really don’t remember, though. 

Would you prefer being locked in a room with your ex or your worst enemy? 2010: no ex, and i dont really have an enemy...unless its just someone i hate, which would be the penguin..and id rather shoot myself in the face then be locked in a room with her :p (not to be overly dramatic or anything :p)

2017: That was definitely dramatic. To clarify, the “penguin” I refer to in this answer and in some answers and surveys to follow probably, was my grade 11 English teacher. I did a weird thing where I nicknamed some of my least-favourite teachers after an animal I thought they looked like. At the end of the day, this is a pretty rude thing to do but I won’t pretend it never happened! This particular teacher was a genuinely bad one, however, so I only regret judging her by her appearance, but will never regret judging her lack of teaching abilities.

Moving on—I choose my ex, since I don’t have an “enemy” to speak of (probably because I’m a real person and not a fictional character archetype) and some potentially awkward conversation is significantly less awful than a possible duel to-the-death. Have you kissed someone in 2010 that means a lot to you? 2010: yes!!! <3

2017: Given that it is no longer 2010, I technically can’t answer this question in the here-and-now. I will, however, answer it for this year?

The answer is no. Do you want your ex to be happy, even if it means not being with you? 2010: lack of ex ahahaha

2017: Definitely.

What would happen if you had a baby with the last person you kissed? 2010: OMG Juno?!

2017: That would be significantly awkward for a number of reasons.

Would you prefer a kiss on the cheek or neck? 2010: ahahaha doesnt matter :p kinda depends i guess :p

2017: “kinda depends”—Oh boy.

They’re both nice. Would it hurt seeing the person you last kissed kissing someone else? 2010: oh yes

2017: Look how the times have changed. No, it wouldn’t.

If the last person you kissed bumped into you at school, what would you say? 2010: good morning! :) like usualll? lmao :p

2017: “Why are you at school? Why am I at school? Aren’t we adults now?”

Do you have a member of the opposite sex you can tell everything to? 2010: yupp pretty much :)

2017: Yeah, I suppose I do.

Do you believe your latest ex thinks about you? 2010: lack.of.ex.

2017: I really couldn’t say, as I do not, in fact, live inside his brain. 

Has the last person you kissed, met your family? 2010: yes, yes he has :p

2017: You bet.

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? 2010: lol i should hope so :)

2017: I was about to say no but then I realized that would probably be a lie. It just isn’t mutual.

I don’t want to talk about it… Youre insanely drunk stumbling through the streets, slurring songs, who are you with? 2010: this hasnt and probably wont be happening for a while now :p sooooooooooooo i have literally nooo idea :p

2017: I could see this happening with Rachael or Sasha to be honest.

Next time you will kiss someone? 2010: tomorrowwww :)

2017: Only Father Time knows the answer to this question.

Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night? 2010: [name redacted] :)

2017: Kelsey! 

Do you like to cuddle? 2010: yes :)

2017: Yeah, my cat and I cuddle all the time.

If an ex said they hated you, you say? 2010: no ex! :p

2017: “That’s nice.”

I don’t know, it just isn’t something that would happen unless I manage to be a really terrible human being. Do you know anyone who would just drop everything to come see you? 2010: probably not hahaha :p

2017: Sure. Probably not “just to see me,” though. If I was in need for whatever reason I definitely have people.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn't do? 2010: mehh probably :p obviously nothing crazy though? hahahaa

2017: You bet! Ah, life. 

Is there someone you used to talk to every day that you don't talk to at all? 2010: yeah sort of

2017: Ah, life (once again). Adult life, in particular.

Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? 2010: mehhh wouldnt want to be lol

2017: I’m genuinely curious to know who I was speaking of in 2010.

The old answer holds true nonetheless. Although thankfully I can’t recall ever being hurt to a point where I thought I was beyond repair. Can you have more than one best friend? 2010: of course!

2017: “Sigh”

Yes. Has anyone said they love you in the last week? 2010: parents ahahaa

2017: Once again, the 7-year-old answer holds true.

Last compliment you received? 2010: not suuuure!

2017: I don’t fully remember but I think it had to do with my hair!

Are you starting to realize anything? 2010: i dont know? ahahaha :p

2017: What a vague question. I don’t even know how to answer it, to be honest. There are so many things that I could be “realizing” that I just feel really overwhelmed and confused while I try to figure it out.

Aren’t we constantly realizing and learning things? Isn’t that what life is?

This question might give me an existential crisis. Who was the first person you talked to today? 2010: [name redacted] technically, textinggggg! :)

2017: Kelsey via text, Dad via…real life.

Have you ever known someone that just creeped you out? 2010: who hasnt? :p

2017: Yes, unfortunately.

Do you hate it when people mispronounce your name? 2010: yeah, because you really think it wouldnt happen, oh but it haaasss :p

2017: My name card at my college grad had the pronunciation of my name (Jaime) as “HAY-may” and I kind of wish I didn’t make the correction.

I don’t hate it, it doesn’t happen often at all. Misspelling it, on the other hand, is a completely different story. Although that doesn’t bother me too much either because it happens almost every day of my life. I’m probably too chill for my own good.