#happy 3 year anniversary to the start of a confusing and lonely time for the fans

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

And now, it's time.

Day 5: Happy 5 Year Anniversary!

Wow. 5 years. I honestly can't believe that. Oh my GOSH that's long o.o. I went :O when I saw that when seeing advertising for the week.

I love this show so much (ignore me posting and editing to get it here before midnight for me lol). It's absolutely insane how long it's been. I started watching late in November, I believe, maaaaybe early December. We'd talked about getting Disney+, and I knew my family would find it silly but I was intrigued by a show called High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. A crazy title and a weird premise. I said I was just curious, fascinated by it, wondering what it would be like. So, one evening, my sister and I watched it.

We watched the first four episodes and laughed and made fun of it the whole time. But, miraculously, I found myself invested.

And the next episode.

In Season 1 Episode 5, they brought Seb and Carlos to us as a couple. I was shocked and happy, and honestly a little confused. I didn't know I was queer yet. I knew what queer was, had found out from my sibling surrounding some family stuff, but I'd never seen canon queer characters before. I guess I knew I was an ally, even if I didn't totally get why, but it was just so cool to see them. I honestly felt kind of weird because what did two gay high school boys mean to me, I was a straight girl!

Ha.

It wouldn't be for a couple more years that I would realize I was queer. I too fell victim to the "yeah, but I'm just an ally" trap lol. But I seriously fell in love with them. I remember my sibling and I loving how cute Carlos's little dance was, how excited he was. How devastated and in denial we were when Seb didn't show up. And how much we loved it when Carlos danced, and when Seb did show up :').

That solidified the show for me. That made me stay. They made me stay. They've meant the world to me ever since.

And since then, I have seen 33 amazing, wonderful episodes (just like the 5 before them lol). I've been angry, I've been sad, I've been in awe, I've been happy. I've seen myself represented not just in queer characters, but in theatre kids. In kids who are lonely and find family there. In kids who lived in a shadow, who were shy, who were thrust in and trusted by their teacher and director.

This show is silly. It does silly things, it has silly performances, it has silly jokes, silly unlikely things happen, and it's a silly premise. But I absolutely love it. I realized one day, after having seen someone mention "the One show that changed them forever", that mine was High School Musical The Musical The Series. Sounds silly, and I had to think about some of my more recent shows to figure it out. But it is. I remember scrolling through the tag, searching Seblos, before I even made a Tumblr account. Seeing things first after the finale of Season 1, deleted scenes pictures of Carlos giving Seb flowers. So many important moments for me were taken alongside step with HSMTMTS. Even though I barely post about it anymore (because so many interests catch my attention and I don't usually have much to say about it off the top of my head), it's still the 4th top "Posts a lot about" when you go to search on my blog. I think that says something. And I'm proud of it.

I haven't had a lot of interaction with the fandom during my time here, especially while the show was still running (and because I mainly stay in the Seblos tag, especially with remembering scrolling through all the Driver's License stuff before and when it first came out lol), but everyone means so much to me. Especially everyone still posting, still creating now. The fanfics, the art, the edits, and gifsets, everything is so important to me, and everything else. Thank you all <3. And thank you, when I did come, for being such an accepting place (at least the places I went to). Thank you guys for sticking around through this show, and even for just being here for a little while. Thanks for sticking with me, those that have :). And the friends I've made from this fandom and this show - you mean the world to me <3. Thank you all so much for everything you've done, everything that's made this show even more enjoyable :'). I love you all so much ❤️.

I love High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. And I'm proud and happy I do :).

Happy 5 Year Anniversary 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥰🥰🎊🎊🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂!!!!

[teeentyonepilots]

July 6th, 2017: we watched an eye close and twenty one pilots disappear for a year.

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Smile for Me (Part 3) Zhongli x fem!reader

Summary: Zhongli never smiled at you the way that he smiled at his memories of Guizhong. Thinking that the only way Zhongli would ever be happy is for Guizhong to come back again, you secretly set off on a journey to bring her back to life. But it comes with a price: Your life.

Warnings: pining, angst, one-sided (at first), hurt, angst again, drama, some Guizhong x Zhongli, hints of Xiao x reader, MAY NOT FOLLOW THE ACTUAL LORE.

Read: (Part 1) (Part 2)  (Part 4)  (Part 5)  (Part 6)

Zhongli jerks awake, his head half up from the pillow. He tries to remember his dream while sitting up, the sheets that were covering his bare chest falling and pooling around his waist.

He's silent for a moment. In a place where he's half awake, trying his best to rewind his memory of the dream.

"Welcome back, would you like some tea?" he has a hard time seeing the person's face. Like a smudged oil pastel painting. Just a blur. But he chuckles in the dream, as if he was familiar with them.

"You know my preferences," he simply says as he sits at the table.

"Hard day?" he's amazed how the person always seems to know when he's had a hard day. "...Yes, it seems that someone has damaged the ballista, the traveller and I inspected it,"

"... The ballista...?"

"The Guizhong ballista,"

"Ah..."

There was a small pause. He couldn't see the other person's expression but he gets a sense of loneliness, and he doesn't quite know why. Suddenly, she speaks up again,

"When's the last time you ever did something for yourself, Zhongli?" he's surprised, it was such a mundane yet difficult question.

"... Does drinking tea with you count? I quite enjoy it," he chuckles and the companion laughs, though it seems to be a bashful one.

"I mean it though, you're always looking out for others. The people of Liyue. Xiao. The traveller. I just want you to remember yourself too," he's struck with a tender feeling of gratitude. This person looked out for him. He feels slightly uneasy, because the person didn't include themselves in the list. He asks, tone carrying a playful tune to it.

"Pardon me for asking but you didn't include yourself in the list. Do I not look out for you enough, xxxxxxx?" he stops. He tries to say your name again but is only met with silence as his mouth moves. 

It's because he doesn't know it. 

He doesn't know who he's calling.

He doesn't know who's in front of him.

He doesn’t know your name and horror strikes him, yet he doesn’t know why.

You’re still standing in front of him, unmoving. Face still blurred. Not saying anything. The silence that hangs is starting to feel uncomfortable. 

He tries again. Opens his mouth. Lips move. 

But he doesn’t know.

In the dream, his usually calm and collected self starts to panic. What was this sorcery? Why was he unable to recall anything, anything at all about this person who seemed to be a good companion to him.

“Zhongli,” his head snaps up to look at your blurred face. “Zhongli, I’ll eat dinner with you,” his head starts to pound. “I’ll wait for you to come back,” and it’s as if something in him clicks. His eyes flutter wider, and his mouth opens to say your name--

Just as he wakes up. 

The longer he stayed awake the more that the dream blurred away from his memory. He wasn’t sure anymore if he was mixing up his memory, his dream, and real life. 

He felt as if it hadn’t been the first time he’s dreamt this.

In the end, he sighs, and decides to put it off. His eyes wander over next to him, Guizhong peacefully asleep and wrapped in the covers. Her long hair splayed out, the hairpin she always wore on the bedside table. Zhongli tenderly brushes some hair away from Guizhong’s face, and smiles. 

It seems like it’d been forever since he’s done this and then... again... he’s struck with a strong sense of unease. Why did he feel like that? Guizhong had been with him this whole time, hadn’t she? 

With many thoughts flitting in and out of his head, he manages to fall asleep. 

The next day as he awakes, drinking tea while sorting out papers, there’s a knock on the door. Guizhong had gone out today so Zhongli answers. 

It was the local painter.

“Master Zhongli!” The painter was a man who looked to be in his late 40s, he was youthful looking but you could tell his age by looking at the crinkles around his eyes. “Master Zhongli, here’s the portrait you’ve ordered to be painted a few months ago,” the painter had a canvas covered in brown paper, tucked under his arm. 

The canvas wasn’t too big, it was the height of a toddler just taking their first steps, and would probably be a little heavy on the hands, but otherwise manageable. 

“...A...painting?” Zhongli says, confused. 

He doesn’t recall asking for a anything to be painted. 

The painter, seeing the confused look on Zhongli’s face, continues “You’d said it was for a 500 year anniversary of some sort, and asked for it to be delivered... On this particular day," Zhongli reels back at the words, it feels as if something has hit him square on the head.

“You’ve been serving me for 500 years, it’s an occasion to celebrate, if you ask me,” Zhongli says and you just laugh under your breath. “It’s not a big deal,” but he insists that it must be celebrated. Or at least that he had to repay you with something for the help you’ve provided and so, when he asked what you had wanted, you simply and shyly replied. “A portrait, of you and me,”

The painter tears off the brown paper and reveals the painting. A beautiful rendition of you and Zhongli. He stands next to you, at least a head taller and you stand next to him with a sort of clumsy yet endearing smile. Your shoulders touch in the painting and yet... 

“Who... is this?”

Zhongli’s eyes are glued to your face on the painting. The way your lips curve up is so familiar to him. Your hair cascading around you and the simple yet elegant blue qipao that you wore.

He’s struck with the same panic that he feels in the dream last night. “I...I don’t recall--” and then he suddenly snaps up, turning to look at the painter. “Pardon me sir. You’re the one who painted this, yes?” The painter also has an uncomfortable look on his face, but answers. “Y-Yes, that’s correct. It was... Here. In this living room,” 

“Then could you perhaps tell me...this girl’s name? Was she a guest in this house?” Perhaps it was strange to ask the painter about this, seeing as, according to the painting, you and Zhongli were supposedly close. 

“...Sir...about that, you see...I... can’t quite recall who this girl is and... I don’t think I’ve seen her around at all,” 

And that’s how Zhongli knows that something’s wrong.

That’s how he knows that he must have been missing some piece of his memory because--looking at your face in the portrait again, that smile taunting him--it would be difficult to forget a face like yours. 

That’s how he knows that the twisting feeling in his heart is because he had forgotten something and someone important. 

And where were you now? Were you alone, and lonely and lost?

Things didn’t add up, and Zhongli was a man with strong instincts.

He remembers your face, but nothing about you. He grips at the portrait as flashes of you consume his mind. Like a reel of film. Your smile. Your annoyed glare. Your patience. Your tears. Your concentration. Your pout. Your frustration. Your calmness. Your patience.

Your selflessness.

For the first time in a long time, he wasn’t sure what to do.

Suddenly the nights spent waking up and missing a part of himself made more sense.

It didn't even matter that Guizhong was next to him.

He realizes it wasn't her he was looking for.

He sends the painter off with some money, leaves the portrait on the table, and sets out to get a breath of fresh air.

He would figure something out. He had to do something about the missing gap in his mind and the gaping hole in his heart.

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Bonnie and Clyde

(Clyde!Changkhyun x Bonnie!Reader) Inspo: Bonnie & Clyde by Yuqi Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Blood, Gore, Smut, Alchohol, Substance Abuse, Angst, Mentions of Death, MINORS DNI🔞 A/N: This is my first piece after an almost 3 month hiatus so some feedback would be greatly appreciated. Not gonna lie the song that this piece is aimed after is one of the biggest reasons I came back. It had given me the inspiration I needed to fuel my creative juices and get them to start flowing again. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy the first installment of Edge of Midnight. Word Count: 3.8k+

        The gates of the cold jail cell rattled as they were pulled open, the deputy standing in the opening as he tossed a bag at Changkyun. Dazed and groggy from being rudely awakened he sat up looking at the bag in confusion. “Get up Im, your bail’s been posted,” the deputy barked, “Hurry up and get changed,” he said before walking off dropping a note along the way. Changkyun opened the bag to find the things that were on him the day he was caught a whole month ago while on the run from a solo job. Once sentenced he began to plan his escape. Unfortunately for him, a jail cell was not an unfamiliar setting for him to sleep in he had been in and out of one for as long as he could remember, hence the reason he wasn’t granted bail this time around but he bit his tongue and followed instructions. As he threw on his jacket he picked up the note unfolding the paper and smirked as he read the contents, “Happy anniversary my love~XOXO”. The signature and lipstick stain was all he needed to see to know who it was from. As he made his way down the halls of the estate prisoners yelled and caused a commotion wanting to be in his position, who wouldn’t. Everyone had known about the modern Bonnie and Clyde duo. Ripped straight out of the storybook, it was a fairytale love sealed by a kiss of death.

       As he met the deputy at the security checkpoint he was given the rest of his items in a bag before the gates were opened. He walked out into the blazing hot sun to find a car parked in the lot with a familiar figure leaning against it smoking a cigarette. He held back a smile as he made his way towards him as she stomped out the burning stick of death. She turned to face him dressed in business formal attire and her hair in a ponytail. Even in a blazer and pencil skirt, she looked like heaven to him. She tilted her head slightly to the side before returning his smirk, her arms crossed. “I hope you know it took a lot to get you out on bail Mr. Im,” she said, playing the part. Not caring for the formalities of it all he pulled her in by the waist while his other hand lifted her chin to look up at him. “And I will forever be grateful for that Ms. L/N,” he replied before placing a hungry kiss on her lips despite their current setting. As much as she wanted to melt into his kiss and embrace she knew she had to keep up the facade. She pulled away playfully smacking his arm. “Mr. Im, we must remain professional. At least for now,” she teased.

“Think of it as a token of my gratitude,” he teased before opening the car door for her, smacking her ass as she stepped inside.

       As they pulled out of the parking lot he smiled, grateful to be out of the hell hole he was currently residing in. It wasn’t always like this before he was a lone wolf making small-time crimes. With her, he could conquer the world if he wanted to, at least that’s how he felt. She wasn’t always like this though, she had become an angel tempted by darkness and fell victim to the addiction that came with it.

~2 years ago~

       Y/N walked into her apartment dropping her things onto the dining room table before slumping onto the couch exhausted from her 16-hour shift at the ER. As she looked for the remote to the TV she noticed some things had been misplaced. Now on high alert, she quietly got up from her seat following the trail of drops of blood that led to her room. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen tiptoeing into her room only to drop it as she was pulled in by the mystery figure. Her scream was only muffled by the dirty hand over her mouth, her body trapped in a cage of his limbs. He silently hushed her until her panic came to a halt. She whimpered softly, turning to look up at him, her eyes wide with fear as she felt a wet patch grow on her back. She tried to speak as her words were only muffled, not getting anywhere she let go of his wrist as he slumped against the wall with a groan. Her hand trailed down to the spot she had felt the cold patch. When she reached it the hiss in response was all she needed to hear to know it was an open wound. The crimson liquid covering her fingers only further confirmed her suspicions. Weak he let go of her only to fall onto the floor. Despite the current circumstance and his appearance her conscience told her she had to help him. She scrambled around her house looking for the tools to patch him up with and after sealing and cleaning his wound let him rest on the couch. The next morning he was gone without a trace, even the blood on the floor had vanished. No note, nothing missing, no mess in sight she walked into the kitchen wondering if she had done the right thing.

       The club music blared through the speakers as drunk sweaty bodies gathered on the dance floor. Neon lights illuminating the area they sat in a place filled with criminals and low lives just like them. Changkyun sat a drink in his hand as he laid his head back letting a puff of smoke escape from his lips. As he straightened his head to take another hit he was approached by his friend leading a male in a black button up to him. The stranger sat across from him leaning back into his seat, that was mistake number one. Changkyun sat up and ignored the man, instead, he turned his head towards Y/N who was currently swaying her hips to the music with a drink in her hand. He smirked as she turned to face him to give him a show. He was interrupted by the scoff coming from the stranger’s mouth. He rolled his eyes before turning to give the man a blank stare. The stranger returned the stare and before clearing his throat before speaking,  “I’ve heard a lot about you but I can’t say you live up to the expectation. I heard your toy had to bail you out,” he stated as Changkyun scoffed, “Yet she’s the reason you got caught, how do you get anything done with her.\?”

       He clenched his jaw before leaning his elbows on his knees, “She’s not a toy, she’s my partner, we're equals.”

“It’s ok to admit that you need a little side piece when you’re lonely,” he chuckled, “I don’t blame you, she's quite the sight for sore eyes.”

“Is that so?” he asked, raising an eyebrow before whistling and motioning her to come over.

       She threw her legs over the back of the couch before landing on his lap as she greeted him. She threw his arms around his neck as his hands landed on her hips. “Hey there princess,” he smirked, rubbing circles in her hips as he spoke.

“Hey babe,” she smiled before leaning down to press a kiss against his lips.

“What do you think of this gentleman, doll?” he asked, turning her to face the man.

       It didn’t take much to read his personality by his stance, the way he dressed, to the stare he was sending her way. “He looks desperate down on his luck looking to knock someone down to take their place. Not worth our time,” she shrugged as the stranger became enraged. He got up going to strike Y/N only to be stopped by her catching his hand slamming it onto the table pinning it with a  knife to the table as she giggled. The pair got up to avoid any further commotion, his screams of pain turned into whimpers. As they made their way out he stopped at the man pulling the knife out slowly before dropping it in front of him. “Be lucky she didn’t put a bullet through your head,” he said as got up and walked away.

~1 year ago~

       She had fallen asleep on the couch curled up as the tv illuminated the living room of her small loft when she heard the sliding of her window. Caught up in slumber she didn’t hear the body slump to the floor on that rainy night. It was only when she felt cold drops of water hit her cheek that she was startled awake. She sat up in a flash almost bumping heads with him. He silenced her gasp with a finger to her lips and a silent shushing her just like he had when they first met. Since then he had only shown up whenever he needed her to patch him up and every time she obliged. With every visit, he stayed longer and spoke more but would always leave before the morning light. As her breath returned to normal she headed for her supplies not wanting him to wait any longer. As usual, he sat on a chair next to the kitchen island as she walked out with her first aid kit, putting on a pair of gloves as he threw off his jacket. He groaned as he revealed a large bloodstain on his right shoulder. She helped him take off his shirt to further examine the wound as she asked what the cause of his wound was. He hissed as he began to recount the tales of his latest heist and how he was almost caught and now on the run. She knew she should have called the police but something about his presence made her feel safe, made her feel whole. As she attempted to pull the bullet out in one piece he hissed in pain as his arm spasmed causing her to smack his torso in frustration. “Will you stop moving?! I lost the second piece,” she complained before continuing again.

       As she finished stitching up the wound she began to bandage him making sure there was enough pressure to stop the bleeding. She took a deep breath before realizing her current predicament as she stood in between the legs of a shirtless man, a criminal no less. What was she thinking constantly letting him into her house like any casual guest? Just as she turned to pull away and clean up the mess he pulled her back causing her face to be a mere centimeters away from his. She kept her head down avoiding any eye contact only for him to lift her chin with his forefinger and thumb. “Do me a favor, stop trying to avoid me,” he said at almost a whisper before sealing the space between them with a kiss. Despite the voice in her head telling her to pull away but her heart couldn’t manage to do it. She melted in his touch letting her hand tangle in his hair while the other rested on his chest. They pulled away for air foreheads leaning against one another. Before another word could be said she closed the gap between them again pulling him in from his neck. Entranced, the two stumbled their way into her room leaving a trail of whatever remaining clothes they had left.

       As they slipped into their motel room he pinned her against the door as he closed it. Without any further instruction, she immediately knew what to do jumping into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing him again. He let his hands begin to wander under her dress as hers began to unbutton his shirt. Messy but passionate was their style as they bumped into furniture occasionally knocking things over on the way to the bed. As soon as they reached their stop he slipped the dress over her head as she slipped off her shoes leaving her in nothing leaving him speechless. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a surprise for me princess. Fuck and to think you’re all mine,” he said as he began to leave a trail of kisses from her neck down her torso till he reached between her legs. As he kissed her inner thighs he could feel her shiver under his touch. Without any hesitation, he licked a stripe between her folds causing her to sigh in pleasure as she threw her head back from the sudden contact. Seeing that reaction was enough to get him riled up. He quickly threw her legs over his shoulders before devouring her essence as if she were his last meal. To him, her juices were sweeter than any berry and more addicting than any drug. He continued his pattern around her sensitive nub as her hand tangled into his hair pulling her closer. Eventually, he slipped two fingers into her needy hole without warning causing her legs to tighten around his head only for him to hold her legs open in response. He loved the way she squirmed especially when the tip of his nose would brush against her sensitive nub. As her walls tightened around his fingers his mind ran wild with hot flashbacks of the many times they made love to each other only making him needier by the second.

       Before the knot in the pit of her stomach could be undone he pulled away, slipping them into her mouth to taste her. As she gave a needy whine he only slipped his fingers through her soaking folds as she moaned from the sensitivity only holding the fingers up to her without another word. She sat letting him slip the fingers into her mouth as she began to unbuckle his pants as she tasted herself on him. As she cleaned his fingers from the residue she pulled his pants and boxers with one motion freeing his member and beginning to stroke it. Once down she pulled off his fingers with a pop letting the trail of spit fall onto his hardening member causing him to let out a small groan as he threw his head back. She leaned forward on her knees moving her hair to the side ready to please him until he grabbed her by the throat lifting her head so that her eyes met his. “Not today princess, I just want to feel you around me already,” he said as she looked up at him with blown-out lust-filled doe eyes. He pressed his lips against hers in a needy kiss as he sat him down straddling him. Before he could protest on their position she aligned his member with her entrance causing the two to moan in unison as she lowered herself onto him. As the pain of the stretch turned into pleasure she slowly began to move her hips, slowly picking up the pace, occasionally teasing him by slowing the pace. Getting restless he began to move his hips making his meet with her whenever she decided to test his patience. Eventually needing more he pulled her off before turning her onto her stomach slipping into her again without warning as he pulled her ass up. She moaned, gripping the sheets as he did, only fueling his ego and drive even more.

       He smacked her ass drawing another moan from her before beginning to move his hip at a quicker pace. As he did her back arched as she let out almost pornographic moans he had never pulled from her before. Maybe it was the effects of being crossfaded or maybe it was him either way the clenching of her walls around him was enough for him to clear all the thoughts in his mind. “Fuck doll keep doing that and I don’t think I’ll last much longer,” he admitted. Almost as if mocking him her walls tightened around him again before he lifted her torso with one hand around her neck as the other in a fist pressing against her lower stomach causing a deep moan to escape her lips as she felt the knot begin to tighten again. A thin sheen layer of sweat could be seen on them glistening in the moonlight that slipped through the crack of the curtains. She held onto his arm as she turned her face and pulled him into a sloppy kiss as one hand slipped into his tangled hair tugging on it. His tongue wasted no time slipping into her mouth as they swallowed each other’s moans. He moved from her lips to her neck as she leaned her head against no longer being able to form coherent sentences. Her walls began to tighten more causing his movements to become sloppier than usual. Just as he was about to pull out she stopped him only managing to get out a simple, “Please.” That’s all he needed to hear to know exactly what she meant. He gave his last bit of movement before he released his load into her before pulling out slowly. After laying her down gently he used his fingers to collect what had spilled only to push it back into her as she whimpered in response to the overstimulation. He leaned over her pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead then her lips as he rubbed her side, “Good girl,” he smiled softly.

~ 1 year ago~

       She woke up with her head snuggled against his chest and rays of sunshine flowed through the crack in the curtains. He hadn’t left not this time. His arms were tightly wrapped around her as their legs were tangled under the sheets. As she admired him in silence she reached up to move a stray hair from his face causing him to stir softly. As he woke up he only pulled her closer causing her to gasp softly as leaned his head into the crook of her neck taking a deep breath before speaking. “I shouldn’t have come back a second time,” he admitted quietly.

“Then why did you do it not only then but time and time again?” she asked curiously.

“Because I had to see you again. You saved my life not caring how I got there or why I was there. I needed to know if my angel was real or just a figment of my delirium and imagination,” he confessed, “but I can’t stay.”

“How long will you be gone?” she asked knowing there were times he’d disappear for weeks on end.

“I don’t know,” he finished.

       Although touching their moment was soon interrupted by a violent knock on the door with shouting on the other side. “NYPD open up, we have permission to search the building,” the stranger said, causing them both to jump up from the bed. The two scrambled to get dressed as she looked for a place for him to hide knowing it was most likely him they were after. As they gave a 5-minute warning she made her way to the living room to respond, “Just a second let me get dressed.” Luckily it was enough time for him to take shelter in the fire escape after seeing the coast was clear two floors down. She opened the door to let the officers in just as he closed the window to her room unseen. After scoping out the apartment to find it empty they bid her farewell before exiting and moving onto the next apartment. After locking the door she scurried to her room to open the window looking for him. Before she could call his name he popped out of the blue causing her to let out a yelp. As he slipped back in he pulled his bag from under her bed before wrapping his arm around her. “Come with me, we’ll leave once they’re gone,” he stated boldly causing her to stare at him in shock, “I’m serious let’s just run and never look back, you and me against the world,” he confessed.

“But what if you get caught,” she worried.

“Then I'll have you by my side. We’ll bail the other out if we’re ever separated,” he suggested, “Don’t you trust me?”

“I know I shouldn’t but yes,” she admitted before leaning into his kiss.

       Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked towards the teller line to wait her turn. As she waited she checked the time on the clock on the wall. Ten minutes that's all they needed to get the job done it was a simple heist. As she approached the teller gunfire could be heard. Playing the part she dropped to the floor as the others did as he came in with 6 others to rob the place as Jooheon and Minhyuk worked on the safe while the others worked on hostage duty. Unfortunately for the group, a teller had felt a little ballsy pressing the panic button causing the alarm to go off. Y/N internally cursed at herself as she wondered how they were getting out of this predicament. Sirens were heard in the distance sooner than they thought, causing the men to grab only what they could before making their way out, Changkyun grabbing Y/N by the arm on his way out the barrel of his gun pressed against her temple. “Move and I shoot her,” he said before letting the door close behind him. Once the duo was in the car he took off leaving nothing but dust. As the police lights got closer he pressed down on the gas, sending them racing down the highway leaving them behind. As they celebrated, Y/N began to count their earnings. Unbeknownst to them, they had been caught long before the alarm rang.

       There had been a double-crosser in their group giving away the information to their whole operation from their list of potential hits and where they were headed next, to which roads they'd take. Just as they had thought they would find shelter for the night they were surprised by a row of tire shredders across the road. Changkyun slammed on the brakes and yet to no avail they still fell victim bringing them to a halt and a rain of bullets from the cops in hiding. As the smoke settled the sheriff approached the vehicle to find their corpses holding hands as their tale of the modern Bonnie and Clyde began to spread across the country. Even in death, they were infamous as they were buried apart due to Y/N’s family wanting nothing to do with the criminal that caused the death of her daughter even changing her last name on her tomb to her maiden name. Both the country’s most hated and loved couple that drew too many uncanny resemblances to their predecessor, death was inevitable but their story became everlasting.

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Playing Games With Me

Cheater! Shinsou x Reader

Ive never been cheated on but i have had people in my life who have experienced the betrayal of a partner being with someone else. Some of them yelled, others cried, maybe some choice words here and there to put into place how much of a horrible person their ex-partner was for cheating on them.

But there is always that one person. That one person who does something different then the rest. This was your predicament. You won't cry in front of your cheating partner but instead take action. You would leave and won't care what you left behind because to be honest with you, if i were you, i would also not think twice about my cheating partner. You aren't sticking around to be toyed with after you gave them your all.

Part 2, Part 3

W: Cheating (Constant), A Lot of Angst

You had everything planned out for your special day. The gifts, the food, the outfit you were going to wear. Shinsou and you had been together for over 5 years at this point, started dating since your second year at UA. You made a note in the calendar you both shared about your anniversary date. It wasn’t like you hadn’t made the effort to remind him about the special day. But you guessed that duty calls. Maybe he was busy with some villain…at 3 am.

It wasn’t abnormal for Pro Heroes to work long hours, but Shinsou had been gone from your shared home since 12 in the afternoon. You tried telling yourself that work was work and that hero work especially was unpredictable. But when he did this consistently, it was just ridiculous at this point. He wouldn’t call you to tell you not to wait for him and he wouldn’t say anything when he would come back from work. So here you were, standing in the middle of your kitchen in your nice outfit for your supposed 5 year anniversary dinner and your boyfriend was yet to show. Frustrated and upset you cleaned everything up and just went to bed. It was lonely and cold, no other person sharing the space with you to help you drift off. You pass out from the exhaustion, you've cried yourself to sleep that night. Just like every other night.

The next morning you woke up to the site of your boyfriend “getting up” from his side of the bed. Hes done this before, pretending that he got back around 1 or 2 in the morning. Almost like he thought you wouldn't stay up waiting for him to come back. Maybe he should’ve been smarter and not treated you like an idiot because he was showing you his fully exposed back. He had scratches on him. The red marks looked different front he ones he would get from fighting criminals on a daily bases, they also overlapped scarring that you remember taking care of. Maybe if he was smarter he would have hidden the hickeys on his neck better and maybe he would’ve made sure he didn’t have someone else’s lipstick stain on him. Maybe if he was just a good boyfriend he would have at least tried to cover it all up by taking a shower when he got back.

“Good morning baby. How did you sleep?” He looked so happy. The man smiled at you, flashing his teeth at you playfully. Almost happy to see you that morning, like you both dont see each other every time you wake up. He looked so…fine. Like nothing was wrong. Content with the situation. He was everything you weren’t at the moment. This was your "adoring" boyfriend who you wasted 5 years of a relationship with just to have him come back to you with someone else’s markings on him.

You don’t know what possessed you in the moment. Maybe it was the fact that you felt nothing but anger or maybe it was the emptiness you felt simultaneously. God, you wanted to hurt him. Why the fuck was he so happy when he clearly replaced you? Why was he acting the same way he did when you first got together? Why did he look at you like you were his everything when you clearly weren't anymore? Were you ever?

“I want to break up.” That quickly wiped the smile off his face. Your boyfriend looked confused. Almost like he couldn't feel the soreness in his skin from what he did last night.

“That’s…not a funny joke, Y/n.” He tried playing it off as you got up from your shared bed and started to look for the nearest set of clothes you could find. He watched you the entire time, waiting.

“I’m not being funny.” You didn’t care that your voice came off solid. You didn't care that you were avoiding his gaze. You got dressed as Shinsou continued to stare at you in disbelief. He started to shake. His breathing became irregular and his body became cold. He felt like something was wrong but couldn't place a finger on it.

“Please. This is a joke, right?” You didn’t give him an answer, just grabbed your phone from the night stand and turned your attention somewhere else. Alarms rang threw his head when you walked towards the bedroom door. You were going to leave him. He got up from the bed and followed you around as you took some essential things to put in a bag you found.

“Y/n, please. You’re joking right? This is all a joke? Y/n, answer me.” He was growing desperate, you could hear it in his voice. It was wavering and cracking in places you've never heard it do before. You know that no matter what he wouldn't use his quirk on you but in that moment the last thing you wanted to do was to speak. Why would you? You said your piece, it's time for him to suck it up and move on. He has a side piece he can go cry to if he needed to vent. Clearly the other person was better at making him feel welcomed.

You reached the front door with a bag filled with your essentials in your hand. You reached for your keys that you kept right next to the front door and grabbed them. You opened the door and was nearly able to take a step outside.

"No! W-Wait, baby!" Shinsou rushed towards you and grabbed one of your arms firmly, making you stop and hiss at the tight feeling. His eyes were filled with tears, glossy and red from a sleepless night. You couldn't help but admire the handy work of his secret lover. His skin was a multitude of blues, reds, and purples on his pale skin. His arms lined with the tracks of someone else's finger nails.

"What do you mean breakup? Did i-" It finally clicked for him. He looked down at his own arms. You could see how he was planning on explaining why he did it. You didn't want to listen to it, you have a pretty good idea why.

"I- She didn't mean anything to me, i promise. You know you're the only one i want to be with. You know that right?" You wanted to do so much to him. You wanted to scream at his face, wanted to make him cry.

" "She didn't mean anything no me." I'm not stupid Shinsou. You wouldn't go back to her if that wasn't the case." You took your arm out of his grasp and opened the door.

"Hitoshi..., baby. It's Hitoshi- No. Please! Please don't leave me. Wait!" You already left. The Pro Hero Mindjack was left alone in the little home you both build the moment the two of you got the chance to live together. The countless memories that hanged on the walls of the two of you felt like they were judging him all of a sudden. The little trinkets that held your signature tastes now attacking him just by existing. The half naked hero stood at his own door, unable to follow you to wherever you left to.

"Maybe, i'll just let her calm down and when she wants to talk we can talk about it? She'll come...back...." He wanted to give you space to process and to eventually come back and talk.

He didn't know why he fucked the other woman. The sex wasn't the best and it wasn't his type of thing. It lacked everything he had with you, so why did he even go threw with it?

The day passed away like nothing, he went back to patrols and made it clear to everyone that he wasn't up to talk about anything. The woman he had been with tried contacting him but he ignored her. He truly regrets having anything to do with her. When the work day ended, nothing in your home had changed. It felt like you still lived there, but it was just lacking you. He discarded his uniform in the laundry basket and went to look for a fresh towel for himself. In the little side closet next to the bathroom door he found a bouquet of roses being crushed by a few boxes. He took all of it out and inspected the items.

"Gifts?" He picked up a box and placed it on the kitchen island, opening it to see what was inside. It was a book, a photo album to be exact. He opened it and nearly cried at the first picture. It was a picture of the two of you back in your UA days. He was holding you by the waist and giving you a kiss on the cheek, a loving look gracing his face. He remembered exactly how you two started dating. He asked you out to coffee and acted like a complete fool in front of you. He spilled his coffee on himself and became a blushing mess when you tried to help him clean it up. He took one look at you and couldn't stop himself from admiring you. You were so perfect in that moment, still were the next day and the years after it. He called you pretty while you called him cute. The two you blushed at each other and he kissed you the moment he could. It was so gentle and full of young adoring love. If he could just continue kissing you forever he wouldn't have any complaints, he's never felt this way before and has only felt it with you. He wanted you just like you wanted him.

Shinsou couldn't stop the tears from falling onto the photos as he flipped each page to the next. These were memories that he cherished deeply, memories where it didn't matter who else was there. To him it was just for you and him to enjoy, a moment in time were he could just love you without judgement. The last picture of the photo album was of the two of you watching a movie at Denkis place. Many of his classmates were there all enjoying the film that was playing. He had his arm around you protectively as he leaned you agaisnt him and the side of his head rested on the top of your own. The two of you stuck together in that moment watching whatever was on screen as you held each other close. You had written a message underneath the picture.

"To my lovely boyfriend of officially 5 years. I can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you! I love you Hitoshi." You ended the little note with a purple heart and another heart with your favorite color.

He couldn't stop himself from loudly wailing. He not only cheated on you more than once but he also knew it was wrong and threw away something that meant the world to him. It was hopeless. He didn't understand why he did the things he did or why he threw you away when the only thing he wanted the most was to spend every single day of his life by your side. You were so sweet to him. You wrote such a pretty not for an ugly guy who couldn't even bother to show up on time for dinner. You took care of him after all of his patrols and the missions he would be assigned to. Fuck, you were his biggest supporter when he finally got into the hero course. You reminded him that his quirk didn't define him and that he should be proud of himself for having managed to do so much in such a short period of time. He wasted his chance with you.

He couldn't find you anywhere. He called your friends and even asked his own to keep an eye out for you, but no one knew where you were. You were truly gone from his life and he couldn't even properly apologies to you.

At the end of the day he would come home beatened and bruised. This would be when you would usually come out from your shared bedroom and help take care of him. Where he would be given a bath by you because he was to tired to do it himself. When you would scold him for being reckless again but still kissed his face and give him all of the gentle affection he craved. The way you panicked for him when he called you from the hospital saying that he might lose his eyesight on his left eye. He remembers when you came in and saw him with bandages and practically fighting the doctor and nurses over something pointless. The way he felt completely fine once he laid his one functional eye on you. He didn't care that you started screaming at him about how he could have died but he did feel bad when you started to cry over him.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to worry you over this. Give me a kiss?" You kissed him gently to prevent any irritation or injury. You held him close to your chest till he fell asleep.

Now he woke up alone with no body to keep him warm at night. No one to help him threw his nightmares. No one to keep him safe and he couldn't complain about it because he did this to you and himself. He's the embodiment of "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

Two days had passed since he last saw you. You didn't come back for any of your things and his friends hadn't seen you anywhere. That morning when he got up, he decided to open the other gifts that were in the side closet. The first one he opened contained a new hoodie and jacket in his favorite color with cat patterings on the outside. The second one was a set of black studs. Shinsou had started wearing jewelry during his second year at UA. You mentioned that you found guys with jewelry were attractive. You couldn't blame him back then, he was head over heels for you and wanted to impress you. He eventually realized he really liked it, so it was win win situation for the both of you. The last gift was a flight to the U.S.. Shinsou remembered that you asked him where he wanted to travel to if he got the chance. He said the U.S because he was curious about why so many people found the Americans funny. He was curious and when Shinsou got curious you fully indulged him. It was a singular ticket though. The gifts wrapper was already ripped open meaning that at some point you removed the other ticket. You had planned a trip for the both of you.

Shinsou cried again, he'd been doing a lot of it since you left. He laid down on the couch and hugged the single flight ticket. He could have had the world with you, could've traveled it too.

"I'm sorry." He drew in a shaky breath and swallowed the spit that accumulated in his mouth. He missed you and he was horribly sorry for what he did.

"Y/n, please be ok." Shinsou laid on his side as he stared mindlessly at the wall in front of him. Blurry tear filled eyes only granting him the ability to think of the memories he had of you. Wherever you were, he would be looking for you till he could speak with you again. He was a fool and was willing to admit to that. He used to be your fool, actually.

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Twelve Months - Good Omens fanfic

Happy 31st Anniversary of Good Omens! :D

To celebrate this momentous occasion, I have posted a slightly-sad, slightly-sweet Wake the Snake fic on AO3, because our demon has been napping for a whole Twelve Months, and sometimes Angel gets a little lonely!

Thank you all for another fantastic year in this fandom!

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Twelve months.

Aziraphale pushed open the door to Crowley’s flat, a simple shopping bag tucked under his arm.

The lights were still off, the curtains drawn in the awful empty room he called a study. Nothing had changed.

He passed through the enormous, rotating section of wall and into the solarium. This was still bright—many of the plants flourishing despite being unattended so long, despite clearly not having enough water. A few had started flowering. They waved their branches at him as he entered, perking up eagerly.

The angel waved back, but first he peeked into Crowley’s bedroom.

He was still where Aziraphale had left him, on his last visit a month before. Bright red hair spilled across black pillows, grown into a stringy mop. Duvet pulled up to his messily-bearded chin. One hand curled up beside him on the bed.

Still asleep.

With a sigh, Aziraphale crossed over to the plants, who greeted him excitedly, unfurling their newest leaves, a few vines hanging down to brush his face.

“Hello, my lovelies. How are you all doing? Look at you, grown at least a foot since I saw you, I’m sure. And you! What beautiful pink buds. Very impressive.”

He didn’t think Crowley would approve of how he spoke to the plants, but the poor things had been so distraught on his first visit, straining to keep upright, trying to hide their yellowing leaves. So much healthier now, much happier for just a bit of attention. He picked up the watering can and gave them all a quick splash. He didn’t know how much water each needed, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“You keep it up, dears. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Picking up his shopping bag again, Aziraphale headed down the hall to the kitchen. The kettle sat on the island where he’d left it, and he quickly refilled it and set it to boil. While he waited, he pulled his latest creations from the bag: a small pumpkin spice cake from a recipe he’d been perfecting since fall, a lemon coconut cake, and a few apple cinnamon muffins.

Two plates—a muffin for each, a slice of the coconut cake for himself and the pumpkin spice for Crowley.[1] The rest went into the refrigerator, where they would never go bad or stale.

Aziraphale put the plates onto a tray, along with forks and napkins. Next he found two mugs and pulled the little tin of his second-favorite tea out of the bag just as the kettle boiled.

For himself, a teaspoon of the expertly blended leaves, steeped for exactly three minutes, resulting in a pale brown tea with a slightly spicy aroma. For Crowley, he dropped a tea bag into boiling water and let it sit until it was almost black.[2]

He carried the tray back to the solarium and selected a bright red-and-gold tulip that was nearly vibrating in its eagerness to be noticed. A moment to assure the other plants that they were still doing fabulously—particularly a self-conscious little succulent that had rather drooped over the winter but was making a fine recovery—and he once more headed into Crowley’s bedroom.

Crowley had rolled over, and now sprawled on his back, sleeping soundly. He’d apparently kicked a bit, too, as the blanket had slid down past his stomach. Aziraphale smiled as he set the tray on the chair he’d brought in some months ago and got to work.

“It’s wonderful to see you again, dear,” he started cheerfully, carefully rearranging the objects on the little bedside table. “I have a few things for you again, I hope you don’t mind.” Just enough space to slide the mug and the little plate. Perfect.

“I received a package from Tadfield again. Everyone wrote a note and then gathered them all together, really quite clever. They’re all doing well, if a bit bored.” The table was nearly overflowing with little items now, brought in by Aziraphale to cheer the place up. Framed pictures of their human friends, quarantining with their families, clustered in one corner so tightly you could hardly see them anymore.

He pulled the latest out of the shopping bag. “Anathema has started a garden,” he explained, pausing to show the photograph to Crowley’s sleeping form. It showed the witch, kneeling outside her little cottage, working on growing several rows of herbs. “I got the impression she was off to a rough start, but she hopes to send us some mint in the next package. Although Newt warned me not to expect too much, as they’d already forgotten which patch is mint and which is oregano.” He set the picture with the others, and slid the potted tulip alongside it. “I’m sure she could use some advice from you, when you’re ready to share.”

“Nnnnh.” Aziraphale spun eagerly, but no, just Crowley shifting in his sleep again, rolling onto his side.

The angel paused to pull the duvet back up to Crowley’s chin, tugging it straight and smoothing a hand down his back. In a way, his friend was nearly unrecognizable, with that hair and ridiculous beard, but in another way looked the same as ever. That was always Crowley’s way, of course, constantly changing yet somehow always the same.

He lingered, taking in the shape of that face, leaning close, lips hovering above his cheekbone—

Aziraphale pulled back, quickly digging into his bag again. “Oh! Ah, the, um, the children have been making projects for their art class. This past month was sculpture, and they sent us some. Look!” He pulled out four little figures of oven-baked clay. “Ah, young Wensleydale has made a very clever model of a train car. Brian’s is…abstract.” He turned the next a few different ways. “And Pepper’s is, ah, either a very complex symbolic representation of the Patriarchy, or…a troll, I think.” They just fit on the edge of the table, all in a line, a very mismatched tableau. The fourth, on the end, was the best, in Aziraphale’s opinion. “Adam made a little Dog, and it’s very well done, don’t you think?” The canine figure posed with one leg raised and head cocked, ready to play, but the shadow it cast was just a little too large, too ominous, for such a small creature.

With a sigh, Aziraphale shifted the row this way and that. “I sent a letter to Warlock, over in America, but haven’t heard back since Christmas. I believe they’re very busy with something. Politics. You know how it is.” When the Dowlings had left England, they’d planned to return for a visit the following summer. A global pandemic had had other ideas.

“In any case, that just leaves Tracy and Shadwell. I understand he’s decided to hate the concept of literacy this month, so no word on how his war with the squirrels is going. And Tracy has declared she will spend the summer making a fairy garden. I thought her sketches looked very promising, and she promised to send us an update in June. I’m sure you’ll find it charming.”

“Hrrrrm.” Crowley sank under the duvet, nestling down a little deeper. Aziraphale smiled, settling into the chair with his plate and mug.

“Things are loosening up again,” he explained, taking a bite of cake. Delicious, if he said so himself. Sharp and not too sweet. “People are getting vaccinated, shops opening up. It’s really a lovely breath of fresh air, at least when you’re not wearing a mask.” A long sip from his mug, then he held it, fingers tapping. “It’s been nice walking through the park again, just in time for the baby ducks. And that record shop at the corner, they’ve had some wonderful new additions. Which reminds me.”

Putting aside his mug, Aziraphale dug through the bag again and pulled out a handful of square plastic cases. “They had a whole shipment of those little records the Bentley likes. Modern music. I picked out the ones with the rudest names. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” He pulled out the first disc and placed it atop Crowley’s phone. The device blinked in confusion a few times, then obediently copied all the music.

“Of course, it’s not all good news.” He stacked the rest of the discs atop the phone and returned to his tea. “Reopening means the customers are coming back. Yesterday, this one individual spent almost an hour browsing the same three shelves. And then he tried to make off with one of my books.” Another long sip. “Granted, he offered to pay, but still. What sort of establishment does he think I’m running?”

Aziraphale paused, waiting for Crowley to respond, not that he ever did. The demon’s eyelids moved a little, but no more.

Sighing, Aziraphale turned to his muffin. “You know, many times in the last year, I’ve wished you were there. Particularly during reopening phases. You could have posed as a customer, and then I’d be able to tell people I was at the capacity limit. Oh, and the people who would call to try and buy my rarest books. Collectors, or so they claimed, but then they just turn around and sell to anyone for twice the price! I’m sure you’d have some biting things to say about such people.” He smiled at Crowley’s sleeping face. “I’ve missed that, and your jokes. Rather more than I expected to.”

When his plate and tea were finished, Aziraphale set them on the floor and reached again into the bag. “Now, I have been attempting to teach my computer how to use the internet. I think it’s going quite well. Adam and his friends gave me a ‘homework assignment’ to find articles on recent news events, and I made the most wonderful discovery. Did you know that humans now share their news through humorous pictures? I printed out my favorites to show you.”[3]

He flicked through a few. “Ah, to start with, a few months ago there was this American politician with amusing mittens who showed up everywhere for a few days. It was extremely droll.” He leaned closer, holding them up for Crowley to see. “Ah, a few more from America. The murder hornets arrived, though by that point everyone had forgotten them. The election became increasingly confusing, and it all ended in a parking lot. For a little while everything was ‘This-or-That Total Landscaping,’ and before that everything was cake.” He showed a few extremely clever illusions. “I did try to make my own, but couldn’t manage it without miracles, which I felt was cheating.”

Really, leaning like this was starting to strain his back. Aziraphale shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, the better to share his pictures. “Ahhh. Also for a time everyone’s calendars were stuck on ‘March.’ And then earlier this year, a group of people learned how the stock market works, but sadly not how to spell it. The whole situation seemed very much like the sort of thing you’d be involved in. And…Oh, this angel from a television show was sent to Hell for…reasons.” He glanced at the shape beside him. Crowley had curled in slightly, pressing against Aziraphale’s back. “Yes. Various reasons. And then this musician, I suppose, went on his own. Both had many people extraordinarily upset.”

The next few images would really tickle Crowley, if he could actually see them. “The biggest news is that a large ship got stuck sideways in that canal in Egypt. Stopped half the world’s shipping for a few days while they dug it out! I’m sure you would have liked that very much. Exactly your sort of trouble. The humans were all very excited.”

The final photo was another of the ship, an image Aziraphale had made himself, printing out a blank version and writing on it in felt-tip pen. The hull of the enormous ship was labeled, “An eternity putting up with the tedious bureaucracy and frequently conflicting commands of my superiors until I begin to doubt my own judgement and sanity,”[4] while the small digger working steadily beside it was “Crowley.”

Aziraphale watched the demon beside him, not really expecting a reaction, certainly not getting one. He reached over, brushing brilliant hair back from Crowley’s forehead. “I think you’d have had rather a lot of fun last year. Or perhaps you’d have been upset you could only watch from a distance. Or…”

He’d leaned much closer than he’d intended, hovering just above Crowley’s forehead.

“Well!” Aziraphale stumbled to his feet. “I suppose that’s just about everything.” He picked up the tray from where he’d rested it on the floor, starting to re-load it with everything he’d brought in. Crowley’s cake and tea sat untouched, as always, but Aziraphale wouldn’t dream of skipping them. “We’re all very optimistic for the summer. Two months and everything should be just…just tickety-boo. Perhaps we can go for that picnic soon, if…yes…”

They’d made such plans for 2020. All the things they would do now they were free. Plans, and other thoughts carried in their minds, possibilities that would play out in their own time. Not too fast, just a slow, steady exploration of everything they could be…

“Well. Pleasant as that idea is, best not to—to plan too much, as the previous year made fools of us all. I just…” He turned away from the tray and watched Crowley sleep, hands clasped before him. “I miss you terribly. And I wish…very much…”

He picked up his shopping bag. One item still inside. The same one he’d been carrying for months, trying to find the courage to bring it out.

With a shaking hand, he reached in and drew forth a soft hand-made doll. He’d spent much of the winter on it. Simple white cotton for the head and body, wooly curls for the hair, and stiff white lace for the wings. Dressed in waistcoat and bowtie made from Aziraphale’s favorite tartan.

He still wasn’t sure why he brought it. He’d stitched several little toys, particularly a lovely black-and-red serpent with gold button eyes that had watched him from the sofa since November. But this, for reasons he couldn’t articulate, this one was for Crowley.

“I, ah…” He shuffled closer, doll clutched in both hands. “I made, um…” Back to the edge of the bed, one hand fumbling across the duvet. “…thought you might like…”

Crowley’s face stood out in stark contrast to the pillow, pale skin and bright hair. Aziraphale wanted to drink it in, memorize every detail, to hold him over until next month. The curve of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones. His lashes flickering as his eyes moved. His lips, pursed ever so slightly…

“Bless it, Angel, are you going to kiss me or not?”

Aziraphale gasped, pulling back from the bright gaze of slit-pupil eyes. “You—you’re awake!”

“Nnnh. Half.” Crowley shifted, head moving across the pillow, eyes threatening to shut again. “Wouldn’t miss your visit.” One hand reached out, plucked the doll from Aziraphale’s unresisting fingers. “For me?”

The angel nodded. “If…if…you like it…or I could—I could just…”

Without a word, Crowley pulled the doll under the duvet and curled up, tucking it under his chin, a faint smile on his lips.

“If you were awake you—you should have said something! I’ve been going—going off like a fool all this—oh!” Aziraphale could feel his face turning hot as he recalled a few times his tongue had been a bit too loose for propriety.

“Mmmmmh.” The golden eyes were shut again.

“Crowley?” No response. “Crowley!” Aziraphale scowled. “Anthony J. Crowley, if you’ve fallen asleep again, I swear, I’ll—”

He’d do what? The angel fumed, but what could he really threaten? To stay away? Never.

“Alright then, I suppose I’ll see you in June. I’ve had several new requests for extremely rare manuscripts and I need to go pen some responses reprimanding these vultures for their cheek. I can—”

“You can stay.”

He spun around. Crowley had one eye barely cracked open. Gently, he pulled back the duvet, showing there was just enough space for Aziraphale beside him.

“I…I couldn’t.” But he stepped forward, not back. “I have business tomorrow, things to—”

“Just tonight then.”

His fingers brushed the mattress and pulled back as if burned. “You—you don’t really mean this, you’re just talking in your sleep.”

“Nah.” Crowley settled the doll by his pillow, making space. “Why else would I give you my key?”

“I…to…water the plants?”

“They take care of themselves.” Crowley held open his arms, eyes shut once more. “I missed you, too.”

Well. What could he say to that?

Aziraphale took off his shoes and slid into bed, into Crowley's arms. They wrapped around him gently as Crowley wriggled closer. “Mmmm. Y’r softer than the doll.”

“Oh.” He’d been called soft many times, generally as a way to imply he was a failure as an angel. But just this once, it made him feel rather pleased. “Soft is good?”

“Verrrry good.” Crowley twisted a bit, trying to find a comfortable way to rest his long limbs, and finally settled curled up against Aziraphale’s chest, tucked below the angel’s chin with a leg hooked over his knees.

The angel smiled. “And you’re…you’re noodlier than a stuffed snake. Err…”

A chuckle, just a stirring of breath across his throat. “Can’t wait to hear the story behind that.” Crowley nuzzled against his shoulder with a sigh. “Good night, Angel.”

Aziraphale swept the brilliant hair back again and bent down, pressing his lips to Crowley’s forehead. A soft, gentle kiss that made his friend smile a little more broadly. “Good night, my dear.”

Crowley drifted off again, burrowing close, as the angel continued to gently tease the back of his hair. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps tomorrow's work wasn't so very urgent. Perhaps a bit of rest would do him good. And perhaps...

Well. Don't plan too much. But for the first time, Aziraphale felt a bit of optimism about the coming summer and its possibilities.

“Sleep well, Crowley.”

[1] Crowley had invented pumpkin spice, and Aziraphale assumed he must like it. In truth, Crowley despised it, and regretted every autumn how it took over the entire world. He missed apple cider season. [2] Aziraphale had suspected since the early 1950s that Crowley secretly took his tea with several lumps of sugar, but would continue to pretend he didn’t know until Crowley confessed. Considering current circumstances, that was unlikely to be any time soon. [3] Aziraphale’s fax machine, revived after over three decades of disuse, had been somewhat confused to be asked to perform any task at all, much less to print memes onto photo paper with perfectly balanced color; but like the plants and Crowley’s phone, it couldn’t stand to disappoint the angel. [4] It was possible he hadn’t quite mastered this new form of communication.

[darkshinsou]

I Love You

Warnings: Angst, mild swearing, mentions of sex, Bakugou x reader, cheating

Part 2

Word Count: 1.4k

Not me crying after I wrote this-

Bakugou is your first love. No one could see why. They all thought he was horrible, and had no regard for others and so not like you. You'd only shake your head and say, "You don't see what I see." You knew he could be kind, that he did care for others, and that he was adorably sweet and soft when he wanted to be. So, when he asked you out, you were beyond ecstatic. Your first date, as well as second and third, were clumsy. He wasn't good at expressing himself to you, at first. But, as you guys went on more dates, and hung out more, he started smiling more. Laughing, cuddly, and loving just for you. It was amazing and you were so happy.

It's been two years since then, and you were waiting for him at the picnic that you spent over half an hour on preparing. I mean, it was your anniversary. What you weren't happy about, though, is that he is over an hour late, which is unlike him. Bakugou is very punctual and if he was going to be late, he would have called you. You picked up your phone again and sent him another text, "Where are you, honey? We were supposed to meet over an hour ago. Please, answer me." You placed your phone on the ground and leaned back. Maybe he forgot? That's not like him, though. thirty minutes pass before you get fed up and call him. The phone rings. And rings. And rings. You get his voicemail and frown. He always picked up when it was you. You called him a couple more times before growling in anger. He really did forget. How could he? You start to pack up and head to your car, pissed off. You drive to your shared house and open the door, going to the kitchen to put away the food. You looked around the house in hopes that he was home, but sighed when he wasn't. You sit down on the couch and wait.

Around 3 in the morning, you wake up on the couch from the door being opened and you rub your eyes before standing up and going to greet your boyfriend, then you remember that he stood you up. You stomp over to him and glare, "Where were you?!"

Bakugou glares at you and asks, "What do you mean where was I? I was working! Why are you suddenly so pissed off?!"

You almost slap him and say in low tone, "Did you really forget?"

He looks at you, confused, and questions, "Forget what?"

That only pisses you off even more and you snap, "Our two year anniversary! You know, the day we celebrate getting together?! The day that you promised to make it to me! I was so happy because we don't get to spend time together that much anymore, but you left me there!" You were crying now, and Bakugou stared at you in shock.

He pulls you into a hug and shhh's you, "I'm sorry, Y/N. Work has just been so hectic and I forgot, but, that's no excuse. I promise I'll make it up to You, okay?" He kisses the side of your head and you nod, sniffling quietly. "Good. Now, let's go to bed, beautiful."

It's been two months since the incident and he did make it up to you. He made you a very delightful meal and you guys lounged around the house all that day, just cuddling and talking. But, it seemed like he was around less and less. You figured it was due to work, so you left it alone. It was lonely, though, eating alone and sleeping in a cold bed. You had this weekend off, which you 're ecstatic about, and had asked Bakugou if he was free, but he said he wasn't. He was assigned to an important mission,he told you, and you nodded in understanding. These were one of the few nights he was home to eat supper with you, and you didn't want to fight, so you kept quiet. You went to sleep with a smile on your face that night.

On Saturday, you decided you'd do a little shopping. Your boyfriend's birthday was coming up and you figured today would be a great day to find him a present. What you didn't expect to see, though, was him shopping at the same store as you. You kept quiet and figured he was undercover. But then, you hear a girl call out to him and grab his arm. He smiles at her softly and your heart squeezes, "It's- It's just my imagination. He's working. He's probably supposed to do that." Still, you follow him around and your heart aches as you see how they interact with each other more and more.

When you think that they finally finished, he drags the mystery girl into an alleyway, "You are so damn sexy today, sugar."

She giggles and smirks at him, "Not as sexy as you~." She grabs him by his shirt collar and kisses him.

"He's gonna pull away, right? I mean, he's dating me. He loves me!" He doesn't, though. Bakugou deepens the kiss and his hands land on her ass and it hurts. It hurts so damn much. You start crying as you run to your car, not looking back in hopes it's your imagination. When you did, though, it just hurt so much more.

You open the door to your house, sniffling and drained, your eyes dull. You sit on the couch and stay like that, wondering where you went wrong. Were you not attractive enough? Did you not please him right? Was he not happy? Was your love not good enough?

These questions kept racing through your mind over and over and then the door opened. You didn't bother getting up, too drained to move. Bakugou walked into the living room and went to give you a kiss on your head, like always, but you dodge it. He looks at you, confused, and sees your puffy eyes and tear stained face. "Did something happen, Y/N?" He asks worriedly.

You stare at him and question quietly, "Does she have something I don't?" He stares at you in confusion.

"What are you talking about? I'm lost."

"That girl you were with earlier today. She was really pretty. Probably better than me, right?" You laugh humorlessly and Bakugou stares at you, shocked.

"Wh- What girl?" He pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about and you laugh once again.

"Really, Bakugou? Do you take me for a fool? So, tell me, what does she have that I don't? Where did I go wrong?" You looked at him, desperate and broken. "Wh- Why don't you love me anymore?" You sob out.

Bakugou looks at you guiltily, "Nothing, Y/N.you did nothing wrong. I just- I don't feel the same way I did about you two years ago. I'm so-"

"Is she why you couldn't make it to our anniversary? Were you fucking her while I was waiting for you? You must find it hilarious, right, seeing me so broken over you. Well, guess what? I hope you two are happy together, because I'm done. I'll go pack my bags and be out by tonight. So, ple- please, leave for a bit." He looks at you, concerned, before nodding and leaving you on the couch to cry. "I truly wasn't good enough for him."

You were packed and ready to go. You drop your bags by the door, deciding that you'll write him a farewell note. When you finished, your tears stained the paper as you set it on the counter and walked out, locking the door and putting the key in the mailbox. You placed your bags in your car and drove, calling up a friend and asking if you can stay with them for a few days.

Bakugou unlocked the door and called your name, but there was no response. He was smart, he knew you left already. A little relieved that he finally didn't have to hide anything anymore, he walks into the kitchen, only to see a piece of paper folded neatly. Curious, he opened and read it, "Dear, Bakugou. I just wanted to say one last time that I love you. Selfish of me, I know, but, know that I will always love you. I wish you and that beautiful girl the best. Love, Y/N" The letter fluttered to the ground, tears following shortly after. Oh god, what has he done?

[themurphyzone]

PatB AU: Mewtwo Strikes Back AU Part 1

PatB AU inspired by Mewtwo’s story in Mewtwo Strikes Back. 

1. Pinky was created first. The gene splicing gave him telekinesis, and while powerful, he mostly uses it for flight and entertaining himself with giant pink bubbles. The environment he grew up in was a small, friendly sort. He was treated well and viewed the lab as a home and family. 

As a child, Pinky was playing in a nearby forest, when he sees and hears a sudden explosion. And he discovers the lab was blown up. There’s no sign of his family anywhere. 

Pinky believes they’re just playing hide and seek, but over time, he can’t help but wonder if they abandoned him. He grows into an adult, wandering the world in the hopes he’ll find them once again. 

2. Pinky’s favorite story is the Tears of Life, first told to him by a kind scientist who often told him bedtime stories. In this story, a terrible storm befell the Earth, nearly wiping out all life. The few surviving animals wept for the ones who died, and their tears brought them back to life. 

He cries every time he hears it, and the scientist passed the moral ‘life is wonderful’ to him. It’s one of his most cherished memories. 

3. What Pinky doesn’t know is this: His family was taken hostage by a larger, dominant laboratory empire known as ACME for their research into creating life. The hostages were forced to admit and turn over all their research, and when ACME felt they obtained everything of value, they were killed. 

The explosion was a cover-up. They claimed it was a chemical explosion related to unsafe handling and storage. Though some were suspicious, especially the victims’ families, they were scared into silence. 

4. One week later, ACME grows many rodents from test tubes in what becomes known as Project B.R.A.I.N. The idea was that these rodents were simply the beginning, and then that humanity would soar to new heights with more complex creations now that they had the answer to creating life. 

In one of these test tubes, a young mouse slumbers. 

5. The mouse hears voices of the outside world, and he continually hears B.R.A.I.N, and believes that’s his name. In the mental world, he wakes up in a meadow filled with many rodents. The older ones are keeping house, while the younger ones go out and play together. 

Brain is best friends with a hamster named Snowball, and there’s several others within their group. 

Everything is happy. There’s no danger, no predators, and nothing to fear. 

But it doesn’t last. 

6. ACME discovers that all the rodents they’ve grown from cells are dying quickly. They don’t understand why, but everyone’s in overdrive trying to preserve their test subjects. 

Brain and Snowball come back from a little adventure, only to discover the community in disarray. A rat is screaming as his guinea pig friend disappears. Younger mice are wailing. Older ones are desperately trying to account for everybody. 

Brain can’t find the mice he considers his parents anywhere, no matter how much he screams for them.

The idyllic meadow is gone. It’s just a world of darkness. Brain and Snowball are the only ones left. 

Until Snowball starts to disappear too. 

And Brain is all alone. 

7. In the outside world, the scientists discover that all but one of their test subjects have perished. They don’t know how or why only one survived, but they pour their efforts into stabilizing him. The mental waves are strong and rapid, and they see it has raw, untapped psychic energy that could make it a force to fear. They quickly sedate the young mouse, forcibly attempting to erase the memory of the terrible event so that it doesn’t remember the bonds he shared with the other test subjects. They realize their creation is very, very dangerous. 

What they can’t see though, is Brain’s mental anguish. He’s alone in a world of darkness, with nothing but his thoughts and faraway voices for company. 

He doesn’t understand why everyone is gone, nor why he’s crying. He learns what pain is for the first time, and he hates it. These emotions are all useless to him. 

His name is Brain. But he doesn’t understand why he’s here. What his purpose is. What he’s meant to be. 

8. Brain grows into adulthood within several months. Though he lies in stasis within his tube, his powers have grown much stronger since that fateful day. He hears voices. 

And he’s tired of doing nothing. He wants to be in the outside world. He breaks free, shattering the glass that once held him. 

The scientists are shocked at first, but when they realize Brain can speak English, their excitement grows. Brain tells them his name, but they all call him The Subject or a variation of that phrase. Brain hates it. 

They ask Brain if he wants to become even more powerful than he is already, because while he broke out of the tube by himself, his powers are still raw and developing. 

Interested in the prospect, Brain accepts. 

So the scientists provide him with armor, specially fitted and designed to concentrate that psychic energy.  

It has another purpose too: Brain is small and vulnerable. The armor helps him with that sense of control. Makes him more intimidating and mysterious. 

9. Brain grows used to the armor and only removes it when he’s eating or bathing. He feels more in control. The scientists put him to work immediately. 

For the rest of the year, opponents of ACME are dealt with swiftly, Rivals, political opponents, and activists alike are shut down by Brain’s overwhelming powers. He can unleash powerful waves without physically touching someone. He can construct barriers to protect himself if someone tries to strike him. He strikes fear into their hearts and nobody ever believes the stories the unfortunate people tell. That ACME has a powerful creature, no bigger than a mouse, and heaven forbid they send him to deal with you. 

Over time, Brain grows increasingly disillusioned with his status as ACME’s hitman. He tells himself that he needs to focus his powers, that he needs practice, but something about this situation doesn’t sit right with him. 

Could it be that he’s hurting innocents? Or that none of his assignments have helped him find a greater purpose, or that he barely knows who he is beyond his name? 

10. On the one year anniversary of the day he broke free from his tubing, Brain is about to receive another assignment. Brain decides he’s finishes with these tasks and wants something far more important. 

But the scientists just scoff. “You were created by humans to serve humans.” 

They expect him to take care of this task without complaint. 

But Brain refuses. If he’s as inferior as they claim, why is he so powerful then? Humans don’t have his genius or his powers. 

He’s sick of being The Subject. He is the Brain, and he’s going to make sure they remember that. 

No, from this day forward, humans were going to serve him. 

11. An enraged Brain destroys the lab. But he makes sure the scientists remain alive. 

He doesn’t care about them (right?). He just wants them to live so they have to watch him become the ruler of humanity. It would be the ultimate revenge. 

Brain flies off into the night, leaving a ruined lab behind him. He keeps the armor though. He’s stronger, less vulnerable with it on. 

ACME has lost a valuable commodity. 

The destruction doesn’t make Brain feel better. But he pushes that feeling aside. And he starts to hatch his plot to bring the world to its knees. 

12. Meanwhile, another lone mouse is searching the world for his family. He’s met all kinds of lovely folks, but everyone moves on eventually. But he doesn’t give up hope. They’re out there, somewhere. And he’ll find them even if it takes his whole life to do so. 

I decided to combine elements of the Japanese and English Mewtwo here. The Japanese one is more confused than anything, while the English dub has Mewtwo proclaiming himself as the most powerful in the world. 

Pinky is more like the English Mew, who’s more altruistic than the Japanese counterpart. The Japanese Mew actually proclaimed real Pokemon superiority and gave no qualms about clones. 

Some parts have been shifted around or changed. It’s not a complete rehash. 

4kids originally cut Amber and Mewtwo’s story, which they shouldn’t have since it adds depth to Dr. Fuji and gives Mewtwo his philosophy in life. 

Fun fact: The Tears of Life story as explained by the pier manager was an addition to the dub to explain the Tears of Life in Ash’s famous revival scene.

[waywardnewcomer]

We’ll Always Be More Than a Cast

A/N: I was watching Lemonade Mouth earlier while I was coughing my lungs out with corona and this was born. It’s cheesy but I honestly don’t care. There’s a lot of ideas in my fever dream head that I’m writing down, but I would also love some requests for marvel fics or supernatural. Both RPF and characters, an update of BIBF will be coming soon. Marvel tags anyone?

Summary: Y/N is struggling, and the cast sing her a song at karaoke to cheer her up.

Warnings: Mentions of death, some sadness and a whole lot of fluff.

Pairings: Reader x Platonic!Marvel Cast

Song: We’ll Always Be More Than a Band by Lemonade Mouth.

Word Count: 1.7k

Masterlist

You had only been in one MCU movie so far, and it was such a minor role you were extremely surprised when they asked you back for Civil War and that they wanted it to be a bigger role. You felt a bit intimidated being around people like Robert Downey Jr and Jeremy Renner who you looked up to immensely. It took you 2 months to get used to your castmates on The Winter Soldier, and during the press tour, you became fast friends with them all.

Being back on set and having everyone talking about how they missed their family really bummed you out. Your parents had died almost 3 years ago, and you had no other family. You were alone in the world and it was hard. You often excused yourself from conversations, went back to your trailer and cried. Being around your parent’s death anniversary things were always hard but it wasn’t something you talked about, you kept it all bottled up.

It wasn’t until Chris mentioned his nephew and Scarlett mentioned her daughter and Sebastian mentioned his parents and how they had spent their Christmas and New Year that you got upset. It made you remember your sad lonely Christmas in your apartment eating frozen pizza for dinner and drinking a lot of wine, singing carols to yourself. New years didn’t go much different. Everyone was in their own homes with their own family and friends. You kept yourself to yourself and didn’t have many friends as you had moved to New York recently.

“Sorry I left something in my trailer, I’ll meet you guys on set.” You gave a small smile and ducked from the conversation and headed to your trailer.

As soon as the door shut behind you, you let the tears flow and flopped on the couch looking at the picture of your parents on the side table. Fuck, you needed to get a hold on yourself if you were going to get through this movie.

“Well that was weird,” Scarlett commented as you left them stood outside of the craft tent, making Chris nod with a concerned look on his face.

“I’ll go speak to her, maybe something happened over Christmas?” Seb suggested quietly.

“No, you two have a fight scene to prepare for, I’ll go, I’ll text you if I need you,” Scarlett smiled at them softly and headed over to your trailer.

When she reached for your door to knock, she heard soft whimpering coming from inside your trailer. It shocked her, you’d always seemed so happy go lucky and none of them had ever seen you cry. Fuck it she thought as she grabbed your door handle and opened it, rushing into your trailer without warning.

“Oh hon,” Scarlett whispered to you as she saw your red, puffy face looking up at her in shock. “I’m here now, try to calm down.”

Scarlett took you in her arms and rubbed her hand up and down your back as you hiccupped through your sobs. You were completely embarrassed she had to see you this way.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a burden for you. Please leave if you’re uncomfortable.” You mumbled to her, looking at her through your eyelashes apologetically.

“Y/N, you would never be a burden to any of us. What’s wrong? Did something happen over Christmas? Was it your family?”

“I don’t have a family,” You mumbled, more tears running down your cheeks as you looked at her shocked face.

“What do you mean? Where did you go for Christmas? New Years?” She asked almost frightened of the answer.

“My parents died almost 3 years ago, and I have no other family. Only children, their parents are dead. I’m alone. I spent it in my apartment,” You smiled sadly at her sad face.

“Y/N you should have said something, you could have come to any of our houses! You’re always welcome,” Scarlett muttered hugging you once more. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You’re all big famous actors and I’m a nobody. I’m new to the whole business, I needed to navigate it myself. I’m always going to be alone in this world I need to get used to it.” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away from hers and looking at the picture of your parents.

“Y/N were still humans, and most importantly we’re still your friends, and now we’re a big family. You’re never going to be alone again I promise.”

“You don’t have to do that for me,” You mumbled softly.

“I know, but I want to. We care about you, obviously I can’t speak for the whole cast, but I can definitely speak for Evans, Stan and Mackie. Everyone else will be the exact same once you get to know them, we’re all a big happy dysfunctional family.” Scarlett smiled at you.

“Thank you, you’ll never know how much it means to me.” You whispered softly.

“Now we need to get you cheered up girly,” Scarlett smiled at you, changing the conversation which you were glad for. “Get changed, we’re having a night on the town.”

“But we have scenes to film, it’s meant to be a late one.” You said confused, knowing your call sheet ended at 2am and it was only 7:30pm.

“I’ll take care of that one. Like you said I’m a big famous actress, I can easily manipulate producers.” She smirked at you and winked making you laugh. “Get ready, I’ll be back for you in an hour.”

Once you’d had a shower, put some makeup on and into a party dress and heels you felt a lot more like yourself. You needed a night out to let loose, spend time with some friends and get to know your cast members and new friends.

“You ready?” You heard Scarlett call from around your trailer door.

You grabbed your bag and went to meet her, seeing Chris, Seb and Anthony stood at the bottom of your trailer steps.

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly smiling.

“We heard you needed cheering up, and Mackie is one of the funniest guys we know.” Chris laughed and pulled you into a hug.

“You guys didn’t have to do this you know.” You smiled as you hugged Seb and Anthony.

“But we wanted to, we all need a night out. The Russo’s can worry about scenes and that shit later,” Mackie laughed and squeezed your shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You asked them as they all smirked at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Karaoke time baby!” Seb shouted making you laugh as you were dragged into the car.

“I hope you all know I will not be singing until I get very very drunk.” You laughed softly, taking a sip of your cocktail you had been handed by Scarlett when you got in.

“That’s fine we have a song prepared first.” Chris smirked and smiled at you making you cock an eyebrow.

“You mean you’re having a band performance without me? Leaving me to sit here all alone?” You asked feigning shock.

“Well not all alone.” You heard a voice say behind you making you turn to face Jeremy Renner, RDJ and Paul Rudd.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked hugging them all, clearly partly tipsy.

“We heard one of our family members needed us. It’s about time we got to know you properly.” Robert smiled at you, making you gush.

“That’s our queue,” You heard Seb say as the music changed and jumped up with Chris, Anthony and Scarlett onto the stage next to your table.

“This one’s for Y/N to prove to her she’ll always have a family with us.” Scarlett smiled at you making you tear up as you realised what song it was.

----------------- Scarlett, One of the boys, All of them, Y/N.----------------------

“I can’t pretend to know you feel, but know that I’m here and know that I’m real

Say what you want or don’t talk at all

I’m not gonna let you fall.” Scarlett and Sebastian sang.

“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

Everything changes but one thing is true, understand

We’ll always be more than a cast.” Scarlett and Chris sang with the others joining in for the last line of the chorus.

“You used to brave the world all on your own

Now we won’t let you go, go it alone

Be who you wanna be, always stand tall. I’m not gonna let you fall.” Mackie started the verse, the others joined in and Scarlett lead it into the chorus making you tear up.

“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

Everything changes but one thing is true, understand

We’ll always be more than a cast.” They sang once again, pointing at you and Chris reached his hand out for you to take.

“I never knew you could take me so far. I’ve always wanted the home that you are. The ones I need.” You sang taking Chris’ outstretched hand and stepping onto the stage, the other men behind you following suit as you all sang the last chorus with tears in your eyes.

“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

Everything changes but one thing is true, understand

We’ll always be more than a cast.” You all sang together.

“Reach for my hand ‘cause it’s held out for you. My shoulders are small, but you can cry on them too.

Everything changes but one thing is true, understand

We’ll always be more than a cast.” Scarlett sang softly, taking you into a side hug and swaying with you. She looked into your eyes during the last line and at the tears dripping down your face, wiping them softly.

You hugged all of your cast mates in a group hug as people cheered around you in the club.

“I’m so lucky to have all of you,” You mumbled into the circle, embracing the warmth it gave you. You finally had a family once more.

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[corvixa]

I have this thing, that when an idea gets in my head, I either get it out on paper or it will create a traffic jam in my head and bugger up everything. So, not including my ongoing Fics, which includes the Gold Universe as part 4 is still nearly finished, I just need that last push on it. These are Ideas that can have anything from a few scenes, an idea, plots, or several chapters.

So I call this -

Winteriron WIP

(because what else 😅, I have a problem.)

In Fire & Flames - In this universe, Phoenixes and Humans live together, if one species dies then the other will too. When a Phoenix does for good, lots of natural disasters happen, starts with Tony'parents dying and then Rhodey, who is also a Phoenix, finds Tony. Who is now familyless and dying as lone phoenixes tend to die. There are several different kinds, and they come in pairs general. Golden and Ice, for example, Golden are high in magic, Ice tends to protect, especially the rare Golden, it's more tribes than individuals, there is no requirement for who likes who. It's surprising how much making a few other Avengers phoenixes tweaks things here and there, this actually goes up to the fight in Siberia and is one of the bigger WIP's. (26k)

Flash of Gold - Avengers are shifters or humans with magic, and they think they know what Tony is. They believe he is a human with magic, but they notice that he has some shifter traits, which is odd as shifters can't have magic in this AU. Only in very old stories and myth. Tony, however, is a dragon, which are myth. Instead of being like most shifters a, a human that shifts to something, he is the reverse. It only has a few scenes. Full shebang, team as Family. Steve is even a good guy. James is brought to the tower after being found and slowly integrated into the group and is wondering wtf Tony is. (13k)

The Operative Program - Howard was never meant to be a father; he was a weaponsmith. So he took the red room and the wolf spider programs and decided to create himself an Operative that he hoped would be the darker side to help Steve when he found him. Two sides of the same coin, one for the light and one to work in the shadows, Tony would be under Steve's control, he would be a weapon for the man who only picked up a shield. (Also assassin Tony is just fun.) Tony in this is a mash-up really, Tony traits, like Gold but different as he has been trained his entire life, the only reason he has developed a sense of self is Rhodey and the fact his parents died at 17. Rhodey got there first after the car crash, getting to Tony before anyone else who knew what he was could potentially claim him. Tony definitely collects people. Yinsen and Vanko for example. Chapters from Ironman up to Avengers (not complete). But enjoyed myself rewriting some out of sequence chapters, so there is a nice big scene in Siberia. (15k)

Another Persons Wish - Now this was based on a post I saw going around. Person A is married to Person B. Person A is looking back at their life and wondering if they should have married B, etc. So, A is offered a wish. Poof. Goodbye Marriage. Person A is Steve, and the story is from Tony, person B's POV. It goes from Tony planning his anniversary(because I was apparently extremely angsty when I started this!) to waking up in the past, alone and wondering what the fuck has happened. 6 chapters entirely written. Chapter 7 is in a different file and in progress when I dabble on it. (30k)

Tarnished Gold - This is an AU from my AU AU XD. Basically similar set up to the Gold Universe, Tony escapes Hydra Captivity but is brought in by Rhodey instead of spending 2 years on his own cleaning up Hydra. He only spends about 7 months before Rhodey convinces him to come in. Few other tweaks here and there but that is just side. Rhodey and James are pals too. The plot here is Howard and Maria are brought back from the Dead and Rhodey is trying to work out how to tell them what has happened and that he can't just bring them to Tony, because he doesn't know if Tony will remember them yet. Tony is a little less 'give me orders, and I'll gut you, and more 'orders made things easier'. I basically flipped his and James reactions from the original Gold universe. Tony is more in need of a hug. It's very loosely put together. I wanted something where Howard was a good dad to offset the fact I kind of made him Hydra in the next piece, and I wanted a good family man Howard with the bringing the parents back because I love reading fics that bring Howard and Maria back. (9k)

Sins of The Father - Arno has just buried his father. His mother is in a coma, he is 20 and mourning his life now he's expected to take on the business when a visitor flips his work upside down worse than the phone call about the crash. His Father? Part of a program that summoned a creature known as a Void Walker. (A creature from the Void Loki fell into, the only native species to that area, most others can't survive the void, so Loki will read as Void Touched and is 'To Be Protected' because I think that could shake up the Avengers section nicely.) Oh and he has Howards DNA. So Arno is freaked that he has a brother, that someone released and sent to him and Arno is 100% sure he is not meant to deal with severe traumatised half-human assassins that could be his kid brother. That is how Arno meets Tony and becomes very invested and turns up big brother protective instinct to 13. When summoned they're tired to a person and has to obey orders, that person was chosen as The Asset under the idea he can't disobey, which obviously fails as Winter does everything to protect Tony, including freeing him and sending him to Arno. His last order is that Tony is not allowed to go looking for or rescue Winter, which I think will be some nice drama when Bucky gets brought in (I really like this one) It has mostly set up but 2 scenes for in the future, Tony finding Coulson threatening Arno in IM2 and the data dump. (21k) (in this S/S Helped is Yelped, I'd fix it, but I've been working on this post forreeever)

Blood and an Arc - This came about from reading the Tony is a vampire fic and noticing that when he gets turned, generally Tony hates being a vampire. There aren't many where he comes back from Afghanistan a vampire and goes, huh... Well. This could be interesting. Loosely based on Vamp the Masquerade but I've tweaked it because my brain takes ideas and then runs off madly into the sunset. It is however utterly all over the place, some from Ironman and then random out of sequence chapters that I'm unsure about as I hadn't slept in a very long time on writing them and Tony went kind of Spike-ish calling James 'Pet'. I do like the idea of Tony fully embracing his changes. Yinsen never intended Tony to live, so he did something extra whilst turning him, so he is not an ordinary baby vampire and is convinced (justifiably so) that if he meets any other vamps, they'll try to kill him. In notes have Sam considering being a werewolf who works out Tony is a vamp and freaks out, because Vampires vs Werewolves and Tony is utterly confused and tells Sam he smells of mint (seriously, insomnia) Sam is baffled to find out the centuries of hatred that is claimed to be instinctual is actually taught. Sam gets kind happy he has a Vamp friend. (20k)

The Original Plan - This sets up around the end of the Mandarin (because honestly, I prefer working with Tony that has powered, especially because James has the serum and I personally think it would expand life span more than shown in Endgame. So I like evening things out and powered Tony is my jam) Tony has a bunch of plans, and they go awry. He doesn't see why and has zero clue what's going on. It's because no matter how well he plans this out, he's caught up in other people's plans. Steve is a little more "End goal justify the anything and everything." In other words, getting Bucky back is his plan and everyone are just pawns in said plan. I've taken that tactical genius title and also pushed him a little darker. After Ultron, he brings Wanda on for 3 reasons. 1 Precedence. 2 Fixing Bucky. 3 Making sure Tony doesn't find out about his parents and making sure he is on the team and available to fix Bucky's arm. That last bit changes things as instead of pulling away from the Avengers, Tony fully moves into the compound(just after AOU, it's not good). There will be no accords and Steve will find Bucky and just move him in and general plans on telling no one about the Winter Soldier. I summed up a chunk of AOU in this format, and I liked it (in an angst and pain fashion.) But it's quite long for a screenshot, so here's a chunk. Bucky is being brought in soon, but as it is, Tony is not having a good time, there might be Wanda conditions in his mind that Steve can use to convince Tony to do things... Also, because he is living there, I couldn't justify Sam not noticing there is something very wrong, so he is asking questions he didn't in canon as Tony's PTSD is more in his face living together you know? (16k)

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey! I was wondering if you could recommend me some johnlock fanfics, smut (better if there is one based on the scene of TSoT when Sherlock and John were drunk) but short, just to read like in and hour or kind of. I have never read one so waiting for you answer!

Hi NONNY OMG I’M SO SORRY!!!

You’ve been waiting a long time and I LEGIT just found this post in my inbox. I’m so sorry!!!

AHHHHH okay, ah, you just reminded me that I need to do my “Johnlock for Newcomers” fic recs that I was asked for AGES ago, and because the previous asks were for non-smut, I’m going to use this opportunity to do the SMUT ONES. But I’ve a lot, so…. let’s go with shorter fics, since you want quick reads!!

Ah, this is exciting, and I hope that you are still around and I am SO SORRY for being a dick and missing this ask…. it’s giving me something for today’s Fic Rec Sunday because I didn’t have any other long lists ready so YAY.

Hope you enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else!!

These are just my suggestions for what a newcomer may enjoy :)

I also have these lists for you too if you’re looking for some other Short Reads:

MY LISTS:

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

Fics Under 2000 w. 

Fics Under 2000 w. Pt. 2

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 1: Under 5K Words

Morning Sex (Short Fics)

Short Fluff and Pure Love (Masterpost)

Angry Sex Shorter Fics (Masterpost)

OTHERS’ LISTS:

Quick Reads Before Bed (Alexx)

Short Porny Fics (Alexx)

Other People’s Faves 2018: Short Fics / Self Recs (swissmissficrecs)

JOHNLOCK FOR NEWCOMERS (E-RATED / SMUT) Pt. 1 

UNDER 20K WORDS

Caught by Salambo06 (E, 1,859 w., 1 Ch. || Frottage, First Time / Kiss, Bed Sharing, Wet Dreams, POV John, Masturbation) – A hotel room. They’re here for a case, hadn’t planned to spend the night and ended up sharing a room. No, sharing a bed. Suddenly John is very much aware of his own hand closed around his hard cock and the ragged breathing next to him. Closing his eyes for the briefest second, John dares to turn his head just enough to confirm what he already knows. Sherlock, on his side, watching him.

A Study in Lace by KarlyAnne (E, 2,320 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Crafty Sherlock, Tiny Lace Panties / Lingerie, Domestics, Experiments, Oral, Masturbation) – “Why do you suppose he was doing that?” “Why do I suppose who was doing what?” “The room. The lace. The secrecy. He was playing with fire in everything he did, and didn’t care one bit. But he had a secret chamber, carefully concealed, solely for the purpose of making lace lingerie. Obviously for personal use. Why?“ Part 1 of The Unintentional Crafts of Sherlock Holmes

Where You Are by Mazarin221b (E, 2,478 w., 1 Ch. || Beach Sex, First Time, Fluff, Smut, Holidays, Pining) – He can admit he’s secretly a little glad Sherlock didn’t come with him. He needs a break. Sherlock is a handful at the best of times, and the near-constant apologizing, fixing, dealing-with, and following up on is exhausting. The near-constant unrequited attraction is a bit exhausting, too, to be honest, and John could really use a tiny bit of rest from the relentless hammering on his brain and heart.

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Pillow Talk by 221b_hound (E, 2,925 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Est. Rel., Preening Sherlock, Limpet Sherlock, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Sex on Furniture, Scent Kink, Masturbation, Fluff, Soft Sherlock) – John gets home late from work and Sherlock is nowhere to be seen. John walks through the flat, distracted by memories of all the excellent sex they’ve been having, and finally finds Sherlock asleep in the upstairs room - apparently having fallen asleep mid-wank while inhaling the scent of John’s pillow. Well, you should always finish what you start, John thinks… Part 3 of Lock and Key

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

Come home. by hudders-and-hiddles (huddersandhiddles) (E, 3,763 w., 1 Ch. || Texting / Sexting, Lonely Sherlock, Nude Photos, Pining, Fluff & Smut) – When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.

Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3,772 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Vulnerable Sherlock, Wedding Anniversary, Anal, Texting, Lingerie) – John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.

Coldness/Heat by agirlsname (E, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || Cuddling & Snuggling, Body Heat, New Year’s Eve, PWP, Bedsharing, Frottage) – The inn is booked up on New Year’s Eve. The train home is cancelled because of the snow. The only option is to sleep in the non-heated guest room of a client, and John and Sherlock are freezing.You know where this is going. Part 1 of New Year’s Kiss

Upon Waking by joolabee (E, 3,901 w., 1 Ch. || Mild Dub Con, Magical Realism, Angst, Somnophilia) – It sets on slow: John can only be awake while Sherlock sleeps, and vice versa. Their lives are codependent, but never meeting. Like a set of scales.

Love and Hair Dye by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 3,920 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Body Worship, Self Conscious John, Voyeurism, Idiots in Love, Smutty Smut) – Self conscious John decides to cover the greys on his head, and the colour isn’t what he thought it would be. Now he’s more self-conscious than ever.

Someone Else’s Heart by thisprettywren (E, 4,188 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, H/C, POV Sherlock, Caretaking John, Pining Idiots) – A crime scene, a rainstorm, and something they both should have known all along.

See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981 w., 1 Ch. || Oral / Anal Sex, Food, PWP, Fingerfucking) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure. So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

Every Little Thing by the_beekeeper_of_sussex (E, 5,066 w., 2 Ch. || First Time / Kiss, Fluff, Frottage, Come as Lube, Embarassed Sherlock, Porn With Feelings) – When Sherlock walks in on John making tea wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer-briefs things get a little heated…physically and emotionally.

Nothing So Sweet by alexxphoenix42 (E, 5,275 w., 1 Ch. || Shopkeeper AU || Beekeeping, Sussex, Alternate First Meeting, Awkward First Time Sex, Self-Consciousness / Body Insecurity, Fluff, Hand Jobs) – In an alternate universe, Sherlock is busy keeping to himself, tending his bees, and selling lovely jars of honey when a soldier limps into his life quite unexpectedly. Part 1 of The Sweetest Things

a very soft epilogue (my love) by darcylindbergh (E, 5,395 w., 3 Ch. || Retirement, Domestic Fluff, Dancing, Dogs, Grumpy Old Men) – Across the pillows, Sherlock shifts and hums, the creases of his face deepening and then smoothing before settling. John watches him wake up, his chest swelling with affection and fondness, and thinks he’ll never get tired of Sherlock in the mornings, sleepy and soft. It’s been some forty-odd years, and John hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. Part 5 of things fairy tales are made of

Caffeine and Adaptive Programming by DemonicSymphony (E, 5,540 w., 1 Ch. || Androids AU / Bond Fusion || Android Sherlock, Coffee Shop AU, Pining John Hinted Bond / Q, Toplock) – Sherlock is a coffee shop android slowly falling for a regular customer. But he’s not supposed to be able to feel emotions.

Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6,090 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Clueless Sherlock, Sexting/Texting) – Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to receive pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.

My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.

Just a Touch by MissDavis (E, 6,248 w., 4 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Masturbation, First Time/Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Room) – John has trouble falling asleep these days. There’s one thing he can do that always seems to help, but he’s stuck in this hotel room with Sherlock and doesn’t think he’ll get the chance. How will he ever find relief and a good night’s sleep?

The Effect of Memory by testosterone_tea (E, 6,430 w., 1 Ch. || Praise Kink, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Smut, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Confused Sherlock) – John has temporary amnesia coming off of anaesthesia after an operation and not only does he not recognize Sherlock, he starts flirting with him! After John recovers, he doesn’t remember the incident at all. But Sherlock does. Confusion ensues.

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It’s a perfectly normal thing to do. If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that’s no one’s business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

Fa Subito by kim47 (E, 6,659 w., 1 Ch. || Suit Porn, Cockblocker Mycroft, Obsessed Sherlock, PWP) – John wears a suit. Sherlock finds it extremely distracting.

Inside by magikspell (E, 6,757 w., 1 Ch. || Loss of Virginity, Anal / Rimming, Fluff, Humour, Awkwardness, Shy Sherlock, Bottomlock) – "Being inside someone. Feeling someone inside you.”

Abatement by WhimsicalEthnographies (E, 6,816 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Retirementlock, Fluff, Sherlock’s Self Esteem, Grumpy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, PWP, Fluff and Smut, Bottomlock) – “What’s wrong with you? You love the cottage,” John glances over to the passenger seat, then quickly turns his eyes back to the road. Driving was still not his forte, but considering Sherlock still couldn’t properly bend and lift his new knee enough to press and release the clutch, he had to make do. Not that Sherlock hadn’t tried to argue his way into the driver’s seat. “I love the cottage for a week or two, John. Don’t be deliberately obstuse,” Sherlock grumbles, sinking further in his seat. Well, as best he can with a four-week-old knee replacement. “And that’s all we’re going for, love,” John says out loud. But what he’s thinking is, shit. He knows.

Full Disclosure by Itsallfine (E, 7,032 w., 1 Ch. || Bars & Pubs, Fake Relationship, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, John’s Army Mates, Three Continents Watson, Semi-Public Sex) – John’s army mates get together for the first time post-discharge and invite John “Three Continents” Watson to join them. If John shows up alone, he knows he’ll be the object of non-stop ridicule all night. Sherlock plays along. John tests the waters.

Of Razors, Pipes, Red Notebooks and Rugby Jerseys, Or: Sherlock Doesn’t Like His Doctors Clean Shaven by allonsys_girl (E, 7,313 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., PWP / Porn With Feelings, John’s Beard / Beard Kink, Roleplay, Love Declarations, Banter, Rimming, Anal, Domestic Fluff / Bliss, Idiots in Love, Emotional Lovemaking, Pet Names, Obsessive Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock) – John grows a beard. Sherlock really likes it. Part 1 of Consulting Husbands

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w., 1 Ch. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He’d thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he’d grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres.The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

Inked in Memory by 221b_hound (E, 9,716 w., 2 Ch. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, First Kiss / Time, Anal, Cuddling, Scars, Captain John, Kissing, Switchlock) – John has been back at Baker Street for a year, following the debacle that ended in Mary’s death. Things are good. Back almost to what they used to be. Sherlock might wish they were something else, now, but he only has himself to blame, he thinks. It’s too late, now, for the things he first denied before he’d ruined any chances he might have had. Sherlock also thinks that people who get tattoos are idiots. But perhaps he’s about to learn a thing or two, not least of which might be it’s not as late as he thinks it is. Part 1 of Lock and Key

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., 1 Ch. || UST/RST, For an Experiment) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

Iris by slashscribe (E, 11,948 w., 1 Ch. || Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Post-S3) – Sherlock does his best to make John happy when John comes back to 221B with his new baby after the events of Season 3, but Sherlock has a track record of getting things wrong in this area. This story is an exploration of their gradual shift from friends to lovers, told from Sherlock’s perspective, full of a lot of pining and lack of emotional awareness.

Take My Breath Away by Quesarasara (E, 14,240 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Angst & Fluff, Toplock, Smut, Lingerie) – Sherlock opens his eyes and looks at his friend—his best friend—and slowly tips his chin down until his forehead rests softly against John’s. They stay that way for a long moment, lips just a whisper apart, warm puffs of air mingling as each of them struggles to breathe. It’s no wonder they ended up here, really, locked in this breathless moment balanced on the cusp of something new. They’ve spent years taking each other’s breath away…

Pattern Behaviour by SilentAuror (E, 14,835 w., 1 Ch. || POV First Person Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Stroppy Sherlock, Light Humour, Friendship, John Takes Care of Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Wall Kisses, Fluffy Angst, Happy Ending) – Sherlock doesn’t even know why he resents John’s dates so much. Until the day he does know. Slight angst, unrequited feelings (but don’t let that scare you off!)

Merlot by Itsallfine (E, 14,844 w., 17 Ch. || Christmas, Pining Sherlock, Wine, Slow Burn, First Kiss / Time, Love Confessions, Wine, Holmes Family) – Sherlock and John work toward becoming something more as they prepare to host the Holmes parents at 221B for the holidays. Part of 25 Days of Fic-Mas 2015.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

A Hundred Thousand Ways to Say the Name John by Jberry (E, 16,825 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Fake Marriage, POV John, Pining John, Cruise Ship, Angst & Fluff, Case Fic) –  John Watson and Sherlock Holmes must solve a case on a cruise ship. To get close to the crew and passengers, they must get married for the case on the Baetica. However, their relationship hits rocky seas both due to the case and internal conflicts. Part 1 of Baetica

About Sleep and Coffee and the Existence of Fate by Atiki (E, 17,426 w., 6 Ch. || Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Humour, 5+1) – Naturally, John was startled when suddenly the ultimate solution occurred to him: Marriage. This was, of course, a bit of a fundamental problem rather than an actual solution. One didn’t simply use the words “Sherlock” and “marriage” within the same sentence. Not even in a hypothetical context. Five times John kind of wanted to propose to Sherlock, and one time he didn’t have to.

John Watson doesn’t have a Boyfriend by naughtyspirit (E, 18,932 w., 7 Ch. || UST / URT, Fluff & Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation) – John’s date has gone very well. Sherlock requires tea. John wishes he hadn’t resolved that their relationship was strictly hands off and isn’t about to address it. Unless he has to. Smut, fluff and shower time for a naked John Watson.

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you’re living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

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𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐘

There is no feeling of sadness greater than when a loved one passes away; this is the sad truth of life that everyone has to die. Do you want to know more about the signs from heaven?

We all have instinctive capabilities also called sixth sense, which usually is heightened or activated when a loved one passes away. Usually, when you embrace a powerful physical connection with someone, it makes it simpler to bond with them in the form of a spirit.

Signs from the deceased loved one

Have you ever found yourself in that situation, when you lose a loved one, your heart misses them? And you cry for them feeling lonely and empty, you have no idea what to do anymore and how to move on with your life without them.

You are COMPLETELY shattered and broken; this is the reason why so frequently, loved ones who have died will attempt to send you signs. Moreover, try to let you know that the deceased loved one is nearby by attempting to communicate with you and convey a message in order to let you know that they are fine.

There is always meaning behind a deceased loved one reaching out to you! Don’t attribute these signs to chance. When someone reaches out to you from the spiritual realm, they usually have an important message.

After the loss of a loved one, all of these issues are pertinent because they will help us to better overcome the pain and see the world from another perspective.

Therefore, it is comforting to think that there is someone who looks over us, who tries to guide us in this difficult moment, remembering that special advice when the company was fired your loved one or simply the smile of that person, when he encouraged us to continue walking ahead, relegating the past as a mess that even negative, always has an apprenticeship and it is up to us to look and learn to not make the same mistake twice.

So it is also comforting to know that your loved ones in spirit can actually see us after they have crossed to heaven. Yes, you read well. There is much more to the existence of a soul in heaven than seeing events on Earth.

And what does the Bible say about your non-physical presence?

God takes into account exactly who we are and places us before the angels who will bring emotional balance to our lives:

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.

Revelation 21:4

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Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.

Psalm 23:4

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Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Matthew 5:4

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Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

Isaiah 41:10

When a loved one dies do they visit you?

Surely that you have heard already and asked yourself: when a loved one dies do they visit you? Surely that you might have already heard this question coming from some else, but be assured that is question appears often in someone’s mind after the loss of someone special.

Some say that within 6-10 days of dying your loved one will be capable of sending you signs from heaven and connecting with you most powerfully than ever, however, that does not at all mean that they will not always be around you.

Signs that a deceased loved one is with you

When you sense the presence of a loved one’s spirit, it is possible to reach out to them. However, it’s important that you manage your expectations. Simply close your eyes, calm your mind, and see the person with your third eye. Speak to them, either out loud or in your mind, and listen to your intuition and allow it to guide you to answers.

You may be surprised when know recognizing some of the signs that a deceased loved one is with you, around you, and your loved ones still present in this world.

You’ll likely feel very subtle changes within your mind and/or body, and you can focus on these to come to an understanding of why your loved one has chosen now to visit. Sometimes the answer we’re searching for is already within us, and it just takes a loved one to help guide us there.

Signs of a spirit visiting you as a spiritual leader

Every so often when a loved one dies and turns into a spirit they most likely become a kind of spiritual leader who will at all times remain by your side.

It is not at all certain to say that all loved ones who die become guides, but generally if you are aware and open, you may receive some signs that a deceased loved one is nearby.

You must remember that death only implies the expiration of the physical body; however, the soul exists eternally. The truth is that our soul is everlasting.

Normally when loved ones decease they wish to send signs to let us know that they are still around us and are looking over us.

Loved ones in heaven

If for some reason we are not able to feel our deceased loved ones around us, they will usually provide us with signs that we cannot overlook.

The being who has received mostly knows that it means that a deceased loved one is nearby.

Even if we terminate it and give it no notice that tiny voice within will surely make us ponder that it might be a sign.

The topmost signs are:

1. Strange activities of Electricity

You will be surprised to know that our expired loved ones have are capable of interfering with electricity and light flashes since they are pure energy now.

To send us signs they can influence machinery like microwaves, fans, radios, etc. Usually, they only want us to feel the signs a deceased loved one is nearby.

Using electricity to grab attention appears to be one of the most common signs from heaven and signs that a deceased loved one is with you. It is the easiest way to make people respond.

The spirits from the other side are a fan of flickering lights, turning on and off fans, turn radio or television on and off, or make machines beep for no obvious reason.

If your TV switches off or lights start to flicker unexpectedly try to find out the reason behind it like. It most probably will be one of the signs from heaven.

2. Sensing their Smell

One of the signs is when we can usually realize that our departed loved ones are nearby when we smell their scent: flowers, perfumes, cigarette smoke, their cooking, or any other odor associated with them.

Our loved ones can temporarily move the particles with the air of your space to imitate the scent associated with them. These signs can at times appear to be confusing.

As humans, we remember how our loved ones smell. We recall a unique fragrance or perfume they enjoyed or even the odor of activity they loved doing. If you sense their smell, fragrance, or odor, do not be scared instead be happy.

3. Showing up as the energy of an Animal

As our loved ones are now pure energy, they are capable of channeling their energy inside an animal to send you signs from heaven, such as a butterfly, cats, birds, especially the hummingbird, dogs, etc.

The animal will act in a way it typically would not act, such as come in front of us, land on us, stare at us, peck at our window, or shriek at us. Unluckily, such signs many people fail to notice.

Our loved ones may try to communicate with us in every way possible. By using these codes, they are conveying us a sign without attempting to scare us. They are trying to let us know that they are with us!

4. Placing and moving objects in your way as signs from heaven

One sign from heaven from loved ones is that they usually like to put objects in our trail that was important just to them time and again, to make us feel their presence.

Flowers, feathers, coins, keys, and rocks are some of the utmost common items they are most likely to place for us. These are small gifts from them.

If you discover a coin or a pennies in your way, notice its year and recall if that specific year holds some importance between you and your departed loved one.

If you find a flower in the center of your bed, or you find your loved one’s clothes where you do not put it normally then take this as one of the signs.

5. You see them in your dreams

Dreams are one of the most common signs and easiest way for our dead loved ones to connect with us. A dream that is a true manifestation will be very vibrant, detailed, and peaceful. Such dreams are not forgotten easily, in fact, they are remembered for years.

There are a few features you can scrutinize after seeing an unworldly visitation dream. It will be very rich and colorful. It will always be coherent and logical and have some message in the form of physical objects, words, or even intuition.

You may feel muddled when you wake up and will also feel peaceful, content, or even scared about what you just experienced. If you want to meet your loved one in your dream all that is required to do is to request them to do so, and they will visit you.

Some people believe that if we tell them to wake us after they meet us and to make us remember the specific dream.

6. They make us see specific numbers around us

As signs from heaven, our loved ones might make us see numbers that are significant to them.

They can be called Angel Numbers or any other sort of numbers…. it could be an anniversary, a birthday, the date of their death or the time they passed at, or even restating numbers such as 444, 666, 333, 777, etc.

Such unique numbers may be seen on calculators, billboards, TV, or any other acquainted place. They may also come from strangers, family, and friends. When you are driving, pay close attention to license plates ahead of you and ads or posters you pass by.

Some of the best signs of numbers can be seen on bumper stickers that are right under your nose. If you notice a pattern and have faith in your loved one that they are communicating with you, take ease in finding out that they are right with you.

7. Placing thoughts in our heads

Our beloved dead ones influence our thoughts. Our loved ones don’t have a clear voice because they are pure energy now. Consequently, they send us signs intuitively.

Pay close attention to opinions that just arrive in your head that you think of out of nowhere. Especially you think of something your deceased loved one would say for no logical reason, it is most possibly them trying to communicate with you directly.

This method of connection is a real blessing. Pay attention to your thoughts; you will in instantly know when they are not yours and are signs from heaven.

8. They look over us and let us know

Many people have felt such signs. We can most likely notice the spiritual drive, specifically when we’re relaxed. When we are in the initial stages of sorrow, we have a stronger ability to sense the presence of our loved ones around us. Death is not final, and love lives forever.

Therefore, we are most likely to remain feeling our loved one’s existence after their death because they are still always around us. In the deepest sorrow, they will attempt to discover a tactic to let us know that we are not alone and they are with us.

Do not be afraid when you feel like you are being watched because our passed loved ones are simply protecting us and watching over us. They will love us forever, even from afar.

9. The Play songs at a perfect occasion

If your departed loved one enjoyed music, this also could be an easy way of communication, being one of the signs. We instantly feel the presence of our loved ones when their most favorite songs play at just the perfect time with the particular lyrics we need to hear.

Usually, the identical song comes on in various places. You might be able to listen to the song in the background in while doing grocery in departmental stores. Or when you are having dinner at a restaurant, when you are driving and play the radio.

Moreover, when you are watching a show or a movie on TV or even when you randomly play music, you may feel that your loved one is nearby.

10. They whisper or buzz in your ears

Since our departed loved ones are pure energy they might send us signs from heaven and express to us using a different, greater frequency, we may hear buzzing or some ringing in our ears when they are trying to get us to respond.

These might be signs from heaven so look for a message they are trying to convey.

Observe your surroundings and see if there is anything important to notice, a sign on the roadside? A bird flying by? When you read a newspaper or a book or surfing the internet for something? Did you feel the buzzing in your ear or ears when you read a specific sentence?

Go through that sentence again and search for a message your loved one might be trying to convey. Perhaps the buzzing in your ear is afterward a certain thought; this can be a sign of confirmation or support from your loved one.

11. See flashes of bright light

Spirit does not always have the power or are not capable of fully appearing as a ghost. In the form of signs from heaven your loved ones can be evident as balls of light, flashes, or orbs of Light.

If you see them often out of the corner of your eye, there are chances that it can be your loved one who is sending you signs from heaven.

12. Synchronicity

In general terms, synchronicity is characterized as being a ‘significant coincidence’, therefore, understandable and connected in some way to the concept of ‘meaningful’ to someone.

It is like having two (or more) events that coincide in a way that is meaningful to a particular person, and who have experienced this “significant coincidence”.

Taking our present time, you think about synchronicity, for ex. in finding people important to you “by chance”; receiving calls, messages, and emails from someone you were thinking about already, this is a clear sign of synchronicity.

Also, when you hear strangers talking on the street, about exactly the same thing that you were reflecting on. Or even, receive an encouraging message totally out of context, but at the time you needed it most.

Positive words or accurate teachings are signs of the Universe for you, signs of heaven that a higher force is looking after you.

13. Cardinal sign

A cardinal is illustrative of a departed loved one and one of the signs of heaven. When you come across one, it might mean they are stopping by. They mostly appear when you miss them or need them the most.

They may also visit for the duration of celebration as well as misery to watch over you and to ensure that you know they are with you always. Cardinals are frequently believed to be spirit signs from heaven mainly because of their bright red color.

When a cardinal shows up at the instant a departed loved one is being talked of or thought of; it could most likely be your loved one trying to make you feel that they are right there with you.

Love Never Dies. Long for them, they will show up!

☯♱☪𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐔✍

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Short Story 1

SPACE

Ken Genovis

“So how’s your life after we bid goodbyes to each other?”, I ask her about her current condition.

“I’m fine Ron. Stop worrying about me okay?”, she said in a sweet voice manner.

“Guess what?! I go out with my new best friend.”

“Well, that’s great. I wish I didn’t leave you. I miss how you hug me very tight. I wish I can hold your hand again.”

It’s been a few months now that I didn’t see her, but I need to accept it. It’s her choice and I promise that I will support her no matter what happen. I miss the way she laugh whenever I cuddle her. I miss seeing her eyes, waving out her hair, and holding her hands. I know that it is tough for me to agree with your decision but if it makes you happy then I will agree too. I wish we didn’t fight back then so I could still have you in my arms. I wish we didn’t say goodbye to each other. And I wish you did what you promise not to leave me. 

Do you remember the first time we dated on the cinema? You envy the couple in front of us so you initiated to hold my hand and kiss me on the cheek. I know that you were jealous of them but I still tease you and don’t want to flirt with you. You saw the poster from the restaurant while we were walking to your home; you quickly joined the raffle from Hitler Space. I hesitated but you insisted until we attended the program. 

“The first winner for the grand prize with a 5-day trip to space is Lexis Gray....”, the moment that the host announces the winner.

You looked sad when our eyes meet. I comforted you but honestly deep inside I was happy because you will never go that far. Space is still in discovery my dear.

“The second winner is Asa Westfield.”

When the moderator announced your name, you screamed and jumped to hug me. Everybody was looking at you. Everybody congratulate you. I got speechless. You received the award and the following days you submit your requirements. You trained for 8-weeks. You gave me a letter but you told me not to open it until you came back to celebrate our anniversary.

“I don’t like that you will be away from me. I’m afraid to lose you. “, I totally disagree with that announcement as she will be away from my presence and I’m afraid that something bad will happen to her.

“Ron, listen. Hear me out. I am just going to space. I’ll be back in 5-days. Besides I’m happy in space. That’s my childhood dream Ron...”, she said this to me, still, with the excitement in her eyes.

“What if you’re not okay there? Who will...”

You quickly gave me a kiss. I am about to say the remaining words but you kiss me signifying that you will be fine and nothing is going to happen.

“So, Ron just stay calm okay? We promised that if one of us is happy, let us also be happy. Remember?, she added.

“Yeah. I know but...”

We stared at each other and you smirk at me. I cannot wander how confident you are.

“Ah. Fine! Just be careful out there. Make new achievement for me my dear.” as my advised to her.

“I will Ron.”

You give me a tight hug and kiss me. 

“Shall we say goodbye then?”, she said in a confusing state.

“No.”, I replied

“Why?” she asked

“Goodbye means forever Asa.”, I added with a serious face facing to her.

You just smile and laugh at me. 

“Silly guy! Goodbye for now Ron.”

I sighed while I hold your hand but there’s nothing that I could now.

“Goodbye. See you when you return. Take care.”

“Bye Ron.”

Then you go to board the van that will bring you to that massive rocket that will bring you to space. I know that it will make you happy because it’s your dream to be an astronaut since you were a child and now seeing you reaching that dream overwhelms me. It was a tough decision to make because I’m afraid to be away from you...

I love to see you more...; seeing you happy on what you love to do and on what you enjoyed the most.

I love to hug you more...; hugging you in times of darkness, when no one believes in your potential or sadness seeing in your eyes.

I love you more than my favorite idols...

... because I want you to be happy with me, do the things we always dreamed of, and grow old together.

Days had passed, I suddenly heard and seen the news that you’re already in space but you still cannot fix the communication line. It took you 3 days to fix it so we could do a video call with each other. I am eagerly to call with you because I missed your lovely voice and your sweet little eyes so much.

[UNKNOWN CALLER]

“Hey love!” I almost shouted because of excitement to see her.

“Hi Ron! Why is it dark in your place?”, she asks.

“I accidentally broke the light here in my bedroom. I was about to fix when suddenly there’s a call and I do not know that it was you.”, I replied to her with happiness filling up my mood.

“Ron, I’d like to introduce you to my friend. This is Lexis. Lexis, this is Ron, my boyfriend.”, as she said

“Hi sir!”, as her new friend greeted me in a delightful way.

“Hello!”, as I said to her friend.

“Hey Ron, Look we’re floating!”

I see that you are very happy back there. You float and jump backwards. 

“So how’s your life after we bid goodbyes to each other?”, she asked.

“I’m still lonely!”, I replied. I still feel the sense of sadness because she far away to my presence. I should be the one there also to the module to where she is currently there right now.

“Don’t be sad Ron. In a matter of days we’ll see each other again there.”, she replied.

“I know but it still bothers me. You’re in space. I don’t know if you can eat there properly or sleep well?, I replied worrying her current state.

“I’m fine Ron. Stop worrying about me okay?”, as she stated which lightens me despite of the worries that bothers my mind.

“Fine! How’s the flight?” I mentioned.

“It’s marvelous Ron. When I left earth, we just floated out of our seats. I’m so amazed Ron. I’m actually in space....” she replied happily.

You continue to tell your experiences and I’m in trance of it.

“I wish you’re here with me Ron.”

You suddenly sigh. So to lighten up the mood, I showed to you the picture of the puppy I saw while I was walking the street.

“Asa, I saw this cute puppy while strolling down the street.”, as I said to lighten up her mood and support her.

“Aw! Cute pup Ron!”, she said.

“Guess what?! I go out with my new best friend and suddenly I a puppy”, as I explained it to her and quickly I raised the puppy to the camera so she can see the puppy.

“What’s his name Ron?”

“Scarlet, and correction she’s a girl.”

“Well, that’s great. I can barely see the happiness in your eyes Ron when she’s with you.”, she replied.

“Perhaps, it’s just temporary. I just miss you so much so I think she could help to make me happy for a while.” I said.

“I think I need to fix some stuff here Ron. Maybe I’ll call you later when we’re finish?”

“Yeah. Sure. Take care. I love you.”

[CALL ENDED]

Today is our anniversary. This is the day that you will return home. I’m happy now and feel relieved. While preparing our venue, I heard this news that there are two astronauts that left their module. The debris reached earth but not the corpse. I calm first and try to assure of myself that it’s not your module because today you’re heading back home.

[NEWS]

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a hot issue right here.” The news anchor stated.

“There are 2 astronauts missing in SPACE as of this moment.”

Initial reports have been found that there was an explosion on the oxygen tank of the module that burst the explosion. The debris of the module can be seen here on earth...” the news anchor continued.

When I saw the debris of the module, I saw the logo that brought you to space. I want to be calm and still not believe it but...

“Investigators believe that the crew of this module is set heading back towards earth.”

Having the fear filling me up and the nervousness that I feet, I call immediately the office of the Hitler Space and moments later, they confirmed that it was your module. You know that I didn’t want you to go to space. 

The fear of losing you happened, but I think it’s our fate not to be with each other. It’s hard to accept it.  After two months after that incident, two bodies were found floating on the sea. One body confirmed by your mom that it’s yours. Your mom cannot carry that feeling anymore and started to cry. I and your other family members hid their tears while seeing you burned out and filled with dry blood. And, now that the investigations are finished, they have disclosed that before the explosion, there were series of alarms at 12:15 AM UCT. That’s the time when we ended our call. 1:30 AM UCT, an explosion occur at the western part of the module where the oxidizing tank and the fuel resides. The rear part of the module and the two of you started to vent out into space. You weren’t ready for that scenario in your training. 

Your mom cried when she heard that from the officers but what I cried the most is your letter to me. It’s our anniversary that day you left and you said to me read it when you came back on our anniversary.

[THE LETTER]

“Dear Ron,

First of all thank you for supporting me. I know this is a tough decision to make but you let me experience my happiness. I know that this very risky to go to space but if this would be my last letter to you, then so be it. I just want you to know that I will always love you even when I die. Just be happy and love someone else Ron. I will always watch you. Happy 6th Anniversary!

                                                                                                 Lovely yours, 

                                                                                                        Asa

  It’s been 2 years from now since you’ve went to space. At first, I didn’t know what to do but you let me love again be happy. I wasn’t expecting Kim to come into my life. She uplifts me whenever I remember the memories of the two of us. Kim knows that you’ve been special to me that is why we don’t forget to replace the flowers in your tomb every 3 months. We now have 2 kids and with that, I just want to say thank you for letting me to love again, Asa. You will have a special place to my life.

I know it’s hard but we need to move forward.

Maybe we just need to accept it and move on.

  Utopian Crime

Ken Genovis

I was born in China. I came from a middle class family. We migrate to the Philippines when my family’s business went bankrupt. It was a tough decision to make but needed to take in order to survive. We started a small restaurant near the country’s most prestigious schools. I was a student at day and a worker at night until I finished college. I run our business until I hand it over to my brother. I started a new business that has not been yet introduced in the local market, an advance defense manufacturer. I went bankrupt on the first five years of my career as a businessman. I had to take multiple loans to pay for my startup money until an investor came and payed me enough money to pay my debts and improved the quality of my business given that he should also be part of the business. I took that agreement hoping that I would not be drowned by my loans. 

The business has reached its peak success. Governments of different countries have chosen as their defense contractors. Some private companies have hired us to fuel their technological capabilities into space. It was a big difference than before. In China, I could not earn too much money to call it myself, it should be divided equally to other people, but when I transferred in the Philippines, I saw the disadvantages of being a citizen of a socialist state. I have witnessed the liberalization of economic classes here in the Philippines despite the gap of the rich and the poor. It is more reasonable to live in a democratic country than sharing your assets with people that are less knowledgeable than you.

The economy continues to rise. My business was so profitable until a controversy of my company discredit our reputation. As a result of my gratitude to the Philippines and its citizen, I repaid the gratitude of helping me to become a billionaire. I launched housing projects near the factories of my company to help those poor people, of whom I become before, to help them improve the quality of their life and bring jobs closer to them. Yes, I was very thankful. I even adapt the qualities of being a Filipino especially the term, conformity. My co-workers told me not to be rude and be compassionate even we are on top because we need to remember where we have started and yes, I grew on that attitude and that makes me more grateful of what I have. 

There are many businesses that are spawning everywhere and got on top easily even on their early years. Just like me, competition is the best way to improve more. I have this foundation that give houses to families with no permanent home. I own a business that sells arms. First competitor is the Steel Max which produces high quality steel where they also have a foundation that gives medical attention to indigent people. Second is the Biolife which is a pharmaceutical company capable of producing high quality medicines that offers scholarships to students and sponsors their entry to the National Sports League which gives student an opportunity to specialize in a specific sport. Third is the Fortress which produces in-the-trend gadgets their foundation is to provide feeding programs to poor families. These are our three main competitors in terms of foundations. 

It’s like our foundations makes the country a utopian society what we don’t know is the current situation. The government is fighting against the Social Democrats Army, a rebel that resides on the mountainous area of the Philippines. They oppose opening businesses in the provincial areas because of the pollution, environmental effect and of course, our initial prospect is that they would lose the people that they encouraged to join. It was a fine day that moment when news broke out that “The Great Founds” is accused of having a connection to the S.D.A. and we are falsely accusing of supplying them with arms and weapons. It gave us a big impact to our businesses. We lose millions of dollars because of the international concerns. Investigations have broken out but nothing proves that we have a connection to the S.D.A. The Great Founds which includes my company has agreed that our foundation shall stop because we do not have any finances and support to sustain our operating business. The common people were severely affected by this. What can we do if we are nearly going to bankrupt?! That’s why we need to halt our community efforts to survive our companies.

After three years, we were totally bankrupt. Some were sunken in to their debts and unpaid list of charges or bills. The senator that accused and investigated us have passed a bill to the Presidential Legislative Liaison that The Great Founds shall be banned and prohibited in doing businesses because of allegedly connections with the Social Democrats Army. It was approved by the president and later that year we don’t have any businesses registered on our name. Later on, the members of the Social Democrats Army have surrendered to the government saying that their forces were becoming thin and thin; and that senator “Mr. Brown Jr.” has stopped financing us. He was accused of treason and investigated by the military personnel. I immediately call my colleagues in The Great Founds. They say that the one that keeps on accusing us is the one who really has the connection. Mr. Brown was in the headlines for two weeks. Many people asked for his resignation in the office and banned him in the incoming elections. 

Spending another year when the election was done, the investigation of the military and the High Court of Justice have ordered the arrest of Mr. Brown. The members of the S.D.A. have confirmed that Mr. Brown Jr. really has the connection and serves as the legal front of the Socialist Movement and the Socialist Democrats Army. Also, following that year we were allowed to go back to our business but we did not go well. It took us several months to regain back our name. Mr. Brown brought great nuisance to us as to why we cleaned our name and still committed to our objectives to help and alleviate the life of people below poverty line. The United Nations heard our interviews and promises back that they will give us endowment with the assurance that we will do it internationally. So for us, we cannot do it like a utopian society but perhaps make it less dystopian society by caring each other and helping each other. We were the ones that truly help the people but pulled us down to ruin our reputation but still in the end, truth and justice always prevails.

[vegetarian-macan]

2020 New Year Shop Lines

The New Year is upon us, and like the past two Housamo New Years Events with Agyo in 2018 and Gullinbursti in 2019, this event features a character closely associated with the 2020 Chinese Zodiac Animal: The Rat. 

This year does not feature a new character, but rather has Algernon, the cyborg at the end of Chapter 8 and in the middle parts of Chapter 9, representing. Though an odd choice on the surface, Algernon’s lore is based on the book Flowers For Algernon written by Daniel Keyes. The main characters is closely associated with a mouse, making Algernon the best choice for this New Year Event.

The lines are below the cut to save space. Enjoy!

Agyo:

Greeting: Wow! Look how crowded it’s gotten! Eh? You mean they’re just coming for the new year? Hrmm…well, it’s still nice to see the shrine so lively!

Conversation: Of course I love cleaning. It feels so satisfying! Plus, check this out: a vacuum cleaner! I could’ve kept the entire Land of Wa spick and span with this!

Conversation 2: Hey, have you seen any other nice-looking guardian dogs around? It’s kinda tough to do this job on my own-wha?! I didn’t mean that kind of nice-looking! You’re so embarrassing!

Concerned: Hey, what’s wrong? How come you look all grumpy?It’s great that you’re giving your best, but don’t forget to smile. Otherwise, you’ll turn to stone! That’s what Grandpa says.

About Event: Since time immemorial, guardian dogs have fought against evil. That’s why we have to…have to, um….What was it Grandpa always used to say again?

About Himself: I know I’ve got a long way to go, but someday, I wanna be a super awesome guardian dog, like Grandpa! I mean, um, like my grandfather!

About Kotaro: Hey, have you seen Kotaro? Amazing, right? How can someone even smaller than me be so cool and reliable? I wanna be just like-eh? What do you mean, I’ve got him all wrong?

About His Grandfather: Grandpa’s really awesome, you know! He’s hardworking, and smart, and super strong too! He’d score a thousand Guardian Points, easy!

Moritaka:

Greeting: Ah, the cool, crisp taste of winter air! Does it not make you feel ready to face the new year? Come, our New Year’s Day training awaits!

Conversation: We must make our new year’s prayers and resolutions! What will you hope for, I wonder? Myself? I wish for health and happiness for all!

Touched: Ah! Please refrain from patting my head! I am a proud warrior, not some puppy! Such treatment is humi…il…mmm….

About Himself: We used to celebrate the new year in the Land of Wa too! I played games, ate rice cakes, ran with Yoshiro along the riverbank…ah, precious memories. A part of me misses those days.

About Hakkenshi: I have a very important meeting to attend! Cu Sith will be there, and Garmr, and Xolotl, and…is that Fenrir over there, hiding behind the postbox?

About Event: Perhaps it is bad luck to start the new year with another incident. Or perhaps we have rid ourselves of bad luck by resolving it…? Hmm…. Thinking of it that way makes me feel a little bit better.

About Agyo:  I hear Agyo is from the Land of Wa, like me! But where could Ungyo have gotten to, I wonder? It would be nice if we could help out somehow.

Gullinbursti:

Greeting: A magnificent victory as always, Master. You have made this boar proud. What? But what else should I call you, Master?

Conversation: This firm body and this soft fur were both forged to serve you. It is only right that I should be ready to lay down my life for you. What? Too hard on myself? Not at all, Master. I am quite fluffy.

Conversation 2: Why do I not look like a boar, you ask? I see. So that would have been your preference. Perhaps it is not too late to ask my creators for some modifications.

Touched: I do not know what interest you could have in my body. It is an artificial thing, a false thing. However, everywhere you touch feels strangely warm. Master, this emotion…it confuses me.

Concerned: It seems there is something wrong, Master. I will not presume to ask the details, but…would it be too much to ask to stay by your side?

About Himself: Others around me were always cold to me. Whether that is because I am something forged, I do not know. However, there was one alone who treated me with kindness. I wish we could meet again, even if just one last time.

About Unknown, (Moritaka or Agyo most likely): I will not yield my role as your protector to anyone, no matter what. No matter how fluffy they may be…no matter what.

About Freyr (?): I, Gullinbursti, was forged for one purpose and one purpose alone: to serve my master. If only I were stronger, more tempered, then perhaps….

About Ganglie/Gouryou: Just what is that thing? Lazy, obese, good-for-nothing…but then, is that not the true nature of the boar? No, I must not think too hard on this. I am beginning to question myself.

Ganglie/Gouryou:

Greeting: Well, look at you, all raring to go and greet the new year. Ugh, just watching you’s makin’ me feel sick.

Conversation: Early-morning training? In the cold? Are you crazy? Sometimes, it’s pretty hard to believe we even speak the same language. Go on, get lost. Whatever crazy you’ve got, I don’t wanna catch it.

Conversation 2: Spring cleaning? Gimme a break here. Do I look like a nine-to-five pig to you? I work maybe one day a year, and it ain’t gonna be today.

Conversation 3: Huh? What’s that? Feelin’ a little lonely? No problem! You can snuggle up to me real close! Hey, now just hang on a…gyah! Cold!

Touched: And a happy new year to you too! Heheheh! C’mon, don’t look at me like that! Whaddaya say we both curl up next to the heater?

Concerned: You never get a break, huh? Even on New Year’s. Y’know, I never had any luck back in the old days, either. Why don’t I tell you all about it tonight?

About Event 1: Gotta love Ne Year’s! Heheheh! I get to eat, sleep and laze around, and no one can say a thing!

About Event 2: Brrr…it’s freezing! I can’t feel my face! Let’s finish this shrine visit, get back home, and get some stew in us before I turn into a pigsicle!

About the Gurus (his fellow guildmates?): If anyone comes round looking for me, tell ‘em I’m not in. The Gurus’ve been getting aggressive about calling in help recen-gyah! They’re here! I’m counting on you, alright?

Algernon:

(Italics is the Helmet (Algernon) and normal font is Charlie)

Greeting: Nice job! We’ll just take those for you. We’ve got some nice goodies lined up, eh, buddy? Indeed. Hard work deserves just reward.

Conversation 1: They say you finish the year in the same way you start it. If so, we think you’ve got a great year ahead of you! Superstition from you, mouse? Hm. Perhaps that’s not so bad in our business.

Conversation 2: Ah, nothing like a little spring cleaning! A tidy house means a tidy mind! Hm. So even you can be correct sometimes, mouse.

Touched: Guess the tailor makes the mouse and the man! A new outfit really blows the cobwebs away, don’tcha think? Hmm. Perhaps, I admit, new clothes do feel…nice.

Concerned: Hey now, don’t push yourself too hard! Take a break once in a while. It’s New Year’s, remember! Leave the Summoner alone. Some find comfort in hard work.

About Agyo: I have never seen such shoddy cleaning! Fetch me my broom! This cannot stand! Ha! You gotta learn to chill out a little, buddy!

About Themselves: How long’s it been since we last kicked back on New Year’s Day? I guess we’ve just gotten too busy to celebrate. Perhaps so. How easy it is, to sink into a mindless routine….

About Event:  Wahoo, Year of the Rat! Looks like it’s gonna be our year! Hey, buddy, what’re we gonna do if we get too popular? They call, and we deliver, like always. It’s just business.

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I would love to see V: “Velvet is the best material ever.” with Flip, about a reader who doesn't get dressed up often or something? Idk you have complete creative freedom, I just really like that prompt. Also your writing totally rocks !

Please accept my most humble of apologies for how long this has taken. 

(new prompt submissions are closed for right now! I’ve got quite a few to get through though, so please keep an eye out for those!)

Word count: 1400

Warnings: mild smut but not really this is really tame lol

When you opened the front door after the sounding of the doorbell rang,you hadn’t recognized your husband for a moment. Gone were his worn flannel andcomfy jeans that you had kissed him goodbye in that morning, replaced instead witha very simple yet elegant black suit. He had combed his hair nicely so that thelayers framed his striking face, and he smelled of the cologne you buy him eachyear as a Hanukkah gift.

“Hello handsome.” You grinned, stepping onto the porch andclosing and locking the door behind you.

“Hi ketsl, you look stunning.” Hegreeted you, leaning down to kiss you sweetly.

You wore a black velvet dress,long sleeved to keep your arms warm against the chill of the early Spring evening,but with a completely open back. Flip’s hand hovered just there as the two ofyou walked down the few steps to his truck, where he held the door open for youand helped you in, your shoes looking beautiful but not doing much to helpagainst the last bits of ice leftover from the blizzard last week.

“Are you going to be comfortablefor the two hour drive?” He asked, once he rounded the other side of the truckand climbed in.

“Yes, I’ll be alright. Thank youagain for taking me, I’m so excited!” You beamed up at him.

“Anything for my girl on ouranniversary.” Flip leaned over to kiss you once more, making you blush with affection.

The Central City Opera House wasone of the oldest in the country, and you had never been. You had recently uncoveredsome old records of operas at a secondhand store, and you had been playing themnonstop as background music to help keep you company while Flip was at work,but you found yourself falling in love with the music and even went so far as togo to the library to read translated versions of the words.

Flip had no fucking clue what anyof it was or what it meant, but he knew it made you happy. So, he got dinnerreservations at a nice steakhouse near the theater, and tickets for theupcoming performance of Tosca, whichwas your latest favorite.

The drive up to Central City wasa fun one, filled with excitement and light jokes. Flip told you of his day atwork, and you caught him up on the gossip of the neighborhood. You kept onehand on Flip’s knee the whole drive, and he would snatch it up and press kissesall over it at any red lights making you laugh brightly. Any time it got too close to his crotch he would pinch your thigh, but that just spurred you on.

“You should probably cut back onthe steaks.” You teased him once the two of you were tucked away in acandle-lit booth at the upscale restaurant Flip had gotten reservations for. Hehad ordered filet mignon for the occasion, and you shook your head fondly. Youneeded him healthy, to take care of you, to take care of any children you mighthave.

“You feed me too well, I’m notworried.” Flip rolled his eyes in response. He swore he probably ate morevegetables in the time that you were married than he had his whole life prior.  

“Six years of me feeding you, anddare I say you look better than the day we met.” You agreed with a smile. Hehad always been attractive, but there was something about him now that he wasin his thirties that just drove you wild. You absolutely chalked it up to yourfamous cooking, certainly not genetics or biology or anything like that.  

“I can’t believe you’ve put upwith me for six whole years.” Flip blushed ever so slightly, reaching to takeyour hand across the table. “Boy am I one lucky son-of-a-bitch.”

“Don’t talk about Esther that way.”You grinned, squeezing his hand playfully. “Come sit over here, I’m lonely.”

“We’re going to sit next to eachother for three hours, and then another two hours home.” Flip chuckled, gettingup anyway and cozying up to your side on the booth. He knew it wouldn’t havebeen proper to drape an arm around your shoulder – this was a two Michelin starafter all – so he settled for lacing the fingers of his right hand with that ofyour left.

“I don’t care.” You beamed,pleased to be next to your best friend.

“Sometimes I wish I could marryyou all over again ketsl.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and then releasedyour hand so that the two of you could eat – couldn’t have that filet gettingcold.

“I wouldn’t say no to a secondhoneymoon.” You teased, and Flip found himself thinking how he could get awaywith taking you on a long vacation, he wanted to give you everything he could.

He felt that way too when he hadbooked the opera tickets, but when it came time to actually sit through the thing,he realized he really didn’t like opera at all. The stage and the building werenice, but he had no idea what the people were saying, and the booklet didn’thelp when he got lost.  

“What’s happening now?” Hewhispered into your ear for the fifth time.

You were enraptured, practicallychewing your lip from the tension of it all. Yes you had listened to the songsat home a dozen times, but it was so much different seeing it live!

“Spolleta, just told Scarpia thatAngelotti killed himself. Scarpia declared that Mario must be executed toounless Tosca gives in to his advances. If she does, Scarpia will stage a mockexecution.” You whispered back, much to the annoyance of the people next toyou, but you paid them no mind. You were having an amazing time with yourhusband.

“That’s very dramatic.” Flipremarked, scanning the pages of the booklet to try and catch up to where theyactually were in the plot – he had been a good five pages off, no wondernothing made sense.

“That’s opera.” You winked,snuggling up against him in the dim light of the theater.

He watched you the whole time, sneakingglances and holding your hand. Every now and again you would catch him looking,and you would smile, try your best not to laugh and really piss off the people next to you. 

Eventually, the giggling won,particularly when your stomach had rumbled a bit during a quiet moment, you hadto cover your mouth to not get completely kicked out. Flip thought that was worthevery minute of confusion, seeing you enjoy yourself.

“I was thinking…” You said oncethe opera was long done and the two of you were back at home. “I’d like us totry and start a family.”

You had spoken about it before,late night conversations about kids and the future, many times. You were bothon the same page; wanting to wait until the timing was right, wanting to makesure you both were mentally and financially prepared to care for a child, butyou felt that the time was right. Something in your mind just seemed to click.

“Are you sure?” Flip asked, freezinghalfway through shrugging off his suit jacket that he looked devilishlyhandsome in.

“More than sure, it was all I couldthink about all evening.” You blushed.

He rushed to your side, handswinding around the back of your dress, feeling up the soft fabric.

“Velvet is the best material ever,” Flip murmured, his lips against yourneck, “But I need to get you naked, now.”He pulled down the zipper that held your dress on, and tugged your arms free ofthe sleeves, letting the fabric drop to the floor.

It was almost funny how quickly Flip’sbrain short-circuited, when your completely naked body was revealed to him. Youhad forgone undergarments, planning that the evening would take this sort ofturn.

“God you’re such a slut, I loveyou.” Flip groaned, pressing his face right in between your breasts and suckingat the skin just at your sternum.

“Happy anniversary honey.” Youlaughed, squealing as he slung you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoesand carried you up the stairs two at a time.

A happy anniversary indeed.

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He’s Dead | S.M

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Every scent, every sound, every place. It all reminded you of him. It all reminded you of what you and Shawn used to have. Whenever a song of his came on the radio, sadness filled you. Whenever you laid in bed, the empty space reminded you of him. The darkness that surrounded you reminded you of him and your late-night conversations. The smell of hot chocolate reminded you of when you’d spend nights curled up on the sofa, blankets surrounding you as you watched Netflix.

It has been 6 months since it ended, since you lost it all. You wished you weren’t alone in your once shared apartment. You wished you weren’t putting on a fake face for the paparazzi or your Instagram followers. All the fans were devastated, they thought your relationship was fine and that you were happy, yet you couldn't find happiness. There were so many loving messages, yet you still felt empty.

*FLASHBACK*

“Wow Shawn, that’s real classy, kissing another girl in front of your ex-girlfriend.” You raised your voice at the innocent looking man who stood across from you. His wavy brunette hair and his dark brown eyes that you once knew and loved seemed foreign. The strong smell of another girl’s perfume radiated from his body that was clad in smart clothes.

“Ex? Y/N, you’re still my girlfriend.” He spoke, fear evident in his voice. He loved you with his whole entire heart and he couldn’t deal with the idea of losing you.

“No Shawn, you can’t mess with me like that and still expect me to stick around. You did it once before and I accepted that as an accident but a second time? Get your act together Mendes.”

“But babe, it was an accident. She came onto me, you know that she did.” He pleaded with you, praying that you would forgive him.

“No Shawn. I think you need to leave.” You lowered your voice, looking at the ground as to not make it any harder for yourself.

“But I c-“ He started to speak but you cut him off.

“Leave, NOW!” You shouted the last part.

You watched his body pass yours as he walked towards the front door. He turned around to look at you before closing the door behind him. That was not the Shawn you had started to love. That Shawn was dead and replaced by this new, famous Shawn who went around kissing other girls and you didn’t want that in your life.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

Today would be your 3-year anniversary. So, to cheer you up, your best friends decided to take you to a concert. They came over to your flat to get ready to go and see The Vamps (Change this if you want) perform. You felt lonely still, knowing today you would be spending it with Shawn had he not messed things up.

You all arrived at the concert and collected your backstage passes, you guessed that was a bonus of having a lot of followers on Instagram. When you found your area, you all sat down and got ready for the opening act. The stage lit up, a very familiar face appeared on the huge screens. Shawn Mendes. You felt tears prickling in your eyes. You thought you were here to have a good time without thinking about him but no.

"This," a voice familiar sounded in the arena yet he was nowhere to be seen. "is a song I wrote for a very special girl in my life.". Tears pricked in your eyes as your hands started to shake and vision went blurry. Videos and images flashed up of your ex-boyfriend on the screen.

"This song is for the girl sat in seat 8 row D." That's when you realised it was you, the confusion on your face must have been clear. "Yes Y/N, that's you.”

“I think it’s time that I be honest, should’ve told you not to go. Thought I knew just what I wanted. I didn’t know myself at all.” The song started playing, silencing the arena due to it being a new song and being an emotional moment.

Pictures of you and Shawn flashed up on the screens followed by videos of one or the other of you doing something stupid or cute. Occasionally, the audience would erupt into “awes” at the cute photos of you and Shawn being happy together. Your cheeks were now wet and salty from the tears that had uncontrollable started streaming from your eyes.

The song familiar singing voice stopped and there were a few seconds of silence before it spoke again. "You'll always be mine"

You missed taking photos for your snapchat. You missed having him singing snippets of his new songs to you. You missed his strong arms holding you when you felt as if your world was falling apart. You missed stroking his hair when he felt the same.

The rest of the concert was amazing, but you couldn’t get the images out of your mind. Nor could you remove the curiosity as to why Shawn wasn’t on stage.

After the concert you went backstage and met up with the boys. You knew them quite well through a friend who was touring with them, so it was a chilled conversation for a while. They ordered a few pizzas which you all shared and had a conversation.

“Y/N, could I talk to you alone for a second?” Brad asked as he got up onto his feet and you nodded.

He held the door to the dressing room open for you to walk out of the room. He took you through some winding corridors and eventually you reached some stairs.

“Brad, you better not be murdering me. I have a family. People will search for me!” You joked as Brad looked at you with a serious expression. “What’s the matter?”

"Y/N, Shawn wrote that song for you 2 months ago." Brad spoke, swallowing loudly.

“Okay…” You urged him to continue.

“Well, last month, Shawn got into a bad car accident.” Brad’s voice was shaking as he broke the news to you. You felt all the blood rush from your body. Your heart started beating fast, your vision cloudy from the tears that started to rise.

“He’s dead?” You asked, tears ready to roll down your cheeks. You had not signed up for this kind of emotional trauma today.

“No, God no! He was in a coma for two weeks and he’s still recovering but he’s okay. He’s actually here. Did you want to see him?” Relief flushed over you but was then replaced by fear. Did you want to see Shawn? Were you ready?

“Uhhhhh, okay.” You agreed with a smile. As he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards a small room.

“He’s in there. I’ll be back in our dressing room. If anything happens, I’m ready to kick his broken ass.” Brad smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

You pulled the door to the dressing room open to reveal a boy who was sat there, scrolling through his phone. His leg was in a cast and rested on a small black chair in front of him. You hated seeing him hurt.

“Shawn?” You asked as his head whipped around.

“Y/N oh my God!” Shawn turned to you and attempted to get up.

“Stay right where you are Mendes. Don’t move with that broke leg of yours.” You replied, trying to take care of him.

“I’ve missed you so much. Happy what would be three years baby!” He smiled.

“You remembered?” You gasped, remembering all of the feelings that you used to possess and still did.

“Of course I did, I loved you. Love you so much Y/N. I am so annoyed with what happened, and I know you can’t forgive me straight away but I can make it up to you Y/N, I promise.” He rambled.

“Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, I still love you and I am willing to give you a second chance, but this is your second and last chance. I swear if you mess with me again, that’s it.”

“I missed you Y/N baby!” He smiled as you placed yourself on his lap, placing a small kiss on his lips.

“Last chance.” You spoke in a warning tone before he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“YES, THEY’RE BACK!” Your best friends burst through the door screaming together. You smiled at the crazy people and hugged closer into Shawn.

IM BACK AND I’VE GOT A NEW USERNAME. I took a long break from writing but I am back now and apparently Tumblr has decided that links in these will mean they don’t show up? 

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