#i had a loooooong day today and this made me so happy

[wolfpackss]

OK ok! I loved the last request you fulfilled and I have this one I'd LOVE to see someone write out for me! I've requested it a few times in the past but no one's responded to it. No worries if it's not your cup of tea!

My idea is that Jacob imprints on a reader who is *drum roll* a single mama. But not in the traditional sense, nope. The little one she cares for was the child of her best friend and her boyfriend. They ended up in an accident and before they passed they had put it in their will that (reader) be the one to care for their child should something happen to them. So, thrust into this new life of being a mama(thinking the little is 6months to a year) she's had her life changed and isn't looking for romance but you know how fate works. I could see the child almost instantly bonding with Jacob too, just adoring him as much as his/her 'mama'. Please and thank you if you can do this! <3 <3

This is going to be a loooooong one! I am loving this request (secretly hoping I had this one in my head with Paul) but here you go! Hope you enjoy it ❤️!

This was not the life you had imagined for yourself, not by a long shot but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You made a promise, and it’s a promise you intended to keep. When your best friend asked you to be the godmother of her beautiful baby girl, you didn’t hesitate when it came to saying yes. It was an agreement you both made when you both started dating. If anything would happen to her or me, and there was another person involved, we would take care of that person, wether it was a partner or a child. Neither of you thinking you would make that agreement a reality so soon in life. On the way home from the hospital after giving birth their daughter, your best friend and her boyfriend got into a horrible car accident almost twelve months ago, taking both their lives, leaving you as their daughter’s legal guardian

“Sweetheart, do you have everything?” You turn your head to look at your mother holding Layla in her arms who smiles when she sees you. Her tiny hands making grabbing motions at you which makes you smile. You grab her from mother, still biting down on the pacifier while making sure you have everything in your bag. You decided to take Layla out to the beach since she loves the water so much and you finally got a day of from work so you thought today was the day. Layla grabs the pacifier from your mouth and giggles when she starts playing with it, slamming it in her one hand while holding on to it with the other. “I have everything, diapers, toys, floaters. I think that’s everything… by the way thanks mom, for coming over” your mom waves you away like it’s nothing. “I’d do anything for you girls, now go have fun and be safe!”

It’s a short walk from your house to the beach so you put Layla in her stroller and make your way down the road. As you get to the beach you notice some people already there, playing football and chilling in the sun. You let out a little sigh and stop near a spot with some shadow so Layla won’t be sitting in the blinding sun the entire time. You put out your beach towel and place Layla on top with her toys and floaters. You let yourself sit down next to her and look around the beach. Your sight immediately goes to the boys playing football. While you can’t deny their attractiveness or their glistening bodies in the sun, you don’t really have time for romance and boyfriends. Not only do you not have the time for it, you’re just not interested right now, all you want is to focus on Layla and make sure she’s healthy, safe and happy.

You hear giggling next to you and look over at Layla who happily slams her toys into the sand and then looks over at you. She gives you a big smile and puts the toy in her mouth including all the sand that came with it. “Layla no!” You hurry to get the toy out of her mouth and clean it. She spits out the remainder of the sand and gives you a toothy grin, making you laugh. Your moment is interrupted with a football flying into your skull. You yell and grab your head.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You look up with one eye closed as you rub your head and notice it’s one of the guys playing football. “I didn’t mean to kick it so hard, does your head hurt? Can I take a look at it?” The guy takes your hand away from your head and you wince when he touches it. You look at Layla who’s now climbed into your lap with her head firmly pressed against your chest, she always does this when she’s shy. As you look into the guy’s eyes, you see his widen for a moment while his mouth falls slightly open. “I- I’m Jacob, Jacob Black. And I’m really, really sorry about your head.” he holds out his hand for you to shake as you see him bite his bottom lip. You reach out to shake his but you’re surprised as Layla turns her head and sneaks her little hand in Jacob’s. You see him give her a soft smile, as he slowly shakes her hand. “And who’s this pretty lady, you must be the most beautiful little girl I’ve ever seen” you can see Layla brighten up at his words and she turns around fully in your lap. She raises her hand to to give him a small wave and gets up to sit next to you. She pats the spot next to her and looks up at Jacob.

“I’m y/n, and this is Layla.” You brush some of her hair away from her face. Jacob nods as he slowly sinks down next to Layla and grabs one of her toys. “You have a beautiful kid” he smiles. You feel your cheeks burn up while trying to come up with an excuse for your story so you just mumble a thank you. You hear some shouting and look up to see some of his friends heading out. “So I have to go, but here’s my number. If you ever need anything or wanna hang out.. give me a call” you smile at him and thank him. He gets up and takes off but not before waving and smiling at Layla who happily smiles and waves back.

Two weeks later you find yourself sitting at your breakfast table looking at Layla brabble about something while the man of your dreams is listening intensely to every sound that’s coming out of her mouth. He nods and asks questions while giving her spoons of baby food. He looks up at you and winks before continuing the conversation he has with your baby girl. Jacob became a really good friend, these past two weeks. Making sure you could take a nap and get your social life back together as he introduced you to his friends. “I hope it’s okay i invited them, I mean they wanted to come” this afternoon is Layla’s first birthday party and while it’s a happy day, it takes you back to the memories of a year ago. It makes you think of her real parents. The one who should’ve been here celebrating her birthday and every milestone she made. Jacob didn’t want you to celebrate her birthday alone with her maternal and paternal grandparents, you always had them visiting her or the other way around as well as your parents who doted on her like she was their own. A couple of hours later everyone arrived and the party was in full swing. All of Jacob’s friends came and they brought food, presents and warmth. A warmth you haven’t felt in forever.

“It’s time for cake!” You bring out the cake that was made by Emily and light up the big candle that looks a one in the middle of it. Everybody starts singing happy birthday and Layla claps along smiling. You kneel down so you can help her blow out the candle. You remove the candle and she smashes both her hands into the cake. She laughs happily as everyone arounds her laughs. “Mama” a gasp escapes your mouth as you look over to the little girl you’ve called daughter for almost a year now. She holds her hands out towards you, saying that one word over and over while smiling at you. Her hands are full of cake and one sneaky little tooth shows itself through her smile. You lean down and kiss her forehead while catching the eyes of the one person you wanted to make eye contact with. He winks and turns away out of your sight.

Not long after you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder and your pulled into someone’s embrace. “You did good, mama” Jacob whispers in your ear and kisses your temple. You interlace your hand with the one hanging over your shoulder and smile up at him.

Yeah, Jacob Black is growing on you, and you don’t mind one bit.

[kimmiessimmies]

A year ago today...

I came back to Tumblr, after nearly five years away. Coincidentally, one day after my 10 year Tumblrversary. I wrote a loooooong post, which I was originally planning on reblogging today, but I figured that might cause confusion, so instead I'll link to it at the end of this one. Because people, I'm going to write a review the year post! 🎉 Why? Because I love looking back and of course everyone is *very* interested in my review of my year! 😌

Today I'm here to point and laugh at the me from a year ago! 😄 Because she wrote, about the story posts that would be shared, there would be "more text, less pictures". HAHAHA! 🤣 Let’s recap a few of the recent updates, shall we? Consequences: 207 pictures. Dateless (Part 2): 267 pictures. Now or Never, considered short: 156 pictures.

But the biggest joke me-from-last-year made was that she said she'd stick to her "no poses policy". I can only shake my head in sympathy for that girl. She had no idea about the rabbithole she was about to go down. 😄

It's been a great year, storywise. The first story chapter I shared showed James meeting Leona on the rooftop of The Factory, the Honeycomb Hills nightclub. At first I only linked to my WordPress, later I brought the story to Tumblr in full. It then gained a title and brought me many new followers. I can't even tell you how much I appreciate the love. During the past 12 months I wrote 36 chapters (that's including minis/extras) and renovated most of Honeycomb Valley. How I got anything else done is a wonder! 😄

Even though this past year was tough for me personally, A Taste of Honey and new connections and even true friendships made on here have made it so much brighter. ❤️

The plans I had for my characters and my story have been doing somersaults and backflips and changed at least four times during the past year. They might continue to do so, but I'm happy with the direction in which we're headed now and the look of the current timeline. There's much more to come!

The original post from 28 March 2023 is here, in case you also want to laugh at me-from-a-year-ago and how clueless she was. 😉

I leave you with this very fitting drawing my four year old daughter made today.

[fagdykevash]

OMG JUNO U *HAVE* TO READ SNOW GEESE BY MARY OLIVER ITS SO GOOD!!

YO ok i JUST read it and holy shit that's so lovely!!!! like that's the type of crinkled gold paper type poem i love!!!! like,,,,, cold strawberry lemonade, when the moon is big and yellow, ripples in a pool on a hot day, fireworks with friends,,,,, omg that's so wonderful.....

[moonchildstyles]

WE NEED MALIBURRY TO SAVE THIS NOW🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

I thought about y/n talking with his mum on the phone about how they’re settling in Malibu and such, and how she praises him for working so hard and does everything for her to be comfortable with their life there and making the move worth that, he’s the best best husband and she can be so proud of him there’s no need to worry BUT the reason she called Anne initially was to ask about her about the recipe of the Shepards pie he had when he was little and the tunnel of fudge cake that is his favourit but he never asks for because she’s missed him EXTRA much this week, someone screwd up the numbers on the accouting he’s worked on so he’s had to stay late the last couple of days because of that and she knows he’s affected by it even though he would never ever take it out on her ofc but she’s his wife she knows these things anyway :((( and he comes home at 8 and looks sooo tired but smiles and hugs her right at the door and asks about her day and wants to gossip as always and she’s like ”honey come look what I’ve made you!! :))” and he’s just :((( you did this for me?? I haven’t had this is forever, did you talk to mum? :(((” and she’s like ”yes ofc I did I wanted it to be exactly as you remember because you deserve it after working SO hard and I know you’re tired, you can’t fool me i’m your Wife remember??” And he gets all mushy and lovey for her doing this like she needs to sit in his lap through dinner and feeding each other and kissing after every bite :(( and later they take a relaxing bath and he gets do be between her thighs as loooooong as he wants 🥸🥸🥸🥸 - 🌙anon

okay everyone needs to shut tf up I’m hurting!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is literally SOOOOOOO SWEET:( first of all the idea of her and his mom talking and she’s telling Anne how wonderful Malibu has been and the weather is just amazing and h was right the neighborhood has been growing so fast, and he’s really been loving his promotion but recently it’s been taking a lot out of him but it’s all been so worth it:( and they should definitely come visit soon it would make h so happy to see his mom:( but ofcccc the whole reason she’s calling is to get all the recipes fod his favorite things so she can make his favorite dinner when he comes home bc yeah his job really is taking it out of him this week and she’s worried about him even if he doesn’t tell her exactly how he’s feeling bc he doesn’t want her to worry for him:( but omg he comes home super late but so excited to still see her just melting into her arms and kissing her head and ready to gossip ab the girls and what she did today but he doesn’t even get a chance to ask before she’s pulling him to the dining room all excited like look what I made today!!!! And he’s so 🥺🥺🥺 already and then as soon as she says she talked to his mom and got the exact recipes for everything and went to town and got that fancy wine he likes he’s just….so :(((((((((( “you talked to my mum and got this from her? You didn’t have to do all that, precious:(“ and he’s bundling hee up in his arms and she’s just hugging him back like ofc I didn’t have to buy I want to:( you’ve been so stressed h it’s making me so sad:( I know you don’t want me to worry but I’m ur wife ofc I’m gonna worry:( just relax w me tonight and take the weekend off and I’ll take care of you:( and he’s just so 🥺 like it could make him cry how loved he feels and how much love he feels for her right the :) so he DEF has her on his lap while they’re eating and he’s telling her how wonderful it all is she got it perfectly like his moms and don’t ever tell her but y/n’s is even better:( and he deffffff gets to take her upstairs and take as long as he wants w her🥸🥸🥸

[dontworrystanmurphy]

Whew, the mental strength I needed to gather to be able to restart ROTT season 3 and make this post.

Update drop day was ✨traumatic✨ for many of us Murphy lovers whose first touch (by said update and beloved goodest boy) was cold and NOT AT ALL what we had been manifesting for a month a half.

Emotions were running high 2 days ago, but today, knowing what we know now, I'm happy we can all laugh about that chaotic time and our own dramatic reactions.

My own emotions are still running high, but now for a different reason, among everything else, one is posted via collages above this text.

Playing through this wonderfully sweet opening scene after wrongfully convincing myself that my favorite LI ever was under character assassination legit made me tear up.

First of all, hello, we get to choose an outfit for our man? Don't even ask me, just take all my diamonds if that's what it'll cost me.

The fact he's the first one we see upon waking up and after what went down at the end of season 2? I could not ask for a more pleasant awakening tbh.

The ambiance Andrea/Artemis wakes up in, the music, the whole general vibe is so peaceful and legitimately feels like "the calm before the storm".

And then HE walks in, with his beautiful face, calming yet exciting presence, words of affirmation and promise of loyalty (something he's been expressing throughout his entire arc).

After barely having seen him in season 2, I was really hoping we would get more Murphy screentime in season 3, and only 4 episodes in, my expectations and hopes have been surpassed with this first scene alone, and the ones with him coming up later (yes, I'm looking at you, 2nd 💎 scene) left me speechless and more than satisfied after the loooooong wait.

It's a little bit funny that the first thing we see in this is Murphy mentioning a promise he gave to Andrea in high school because just a few days I came up with my own headcanon conclusion (which I've been meaning to make a post about but whoops) about Murphy being in love with Andrea since the beginning of time and through all of her past lives which only he remembers as he doesn't go through memory loss (as far as I'm concerned, this is even confirmed rn with him saying "and it feels like it was yesterday to me" and no I will not be taking questions at this time).

It's a well known thing among the fandom that we all agree ROTT is a proper mess of book not without its faults (I sympathize with everyone romancing the "forgotten LIs"), but I personally love and enjoy it so much, taking it for what it is: a relatively light breeze mythology fiction with top tier smutty scenes.

I'm a fairly new RC player and I got the app 2 months ago, during a heavy and transitional period in my life. I can honestly say the app has been one of my saving graces that helped me escape reality when I physically couldn't travel into more serene environments and kept me from falling into depression.

ROTT quickly became one of my favorite stories and Murphy became my comfort character. I'm IN LOVE with everything about him: his sprite, his arc, his behavior towards Andrea and their relationship, the way he calls her (us 😌) princess, his spicy scenes, the fact he's a confident bad boy who in reality only craves to be truly loved and he's not afraid to be open about it.

I could make this already too long post even longer by further gushing about how much joy this 2d man brings into my life, but I won't today (also because typing this all out on my phone was a pain in the ass).

I will instead just release my gratitude into the universe.

I'm grateful for discovering RC in the first place.

I'm grateful for the RC team and how hard they work to give us amazing stories, characters, art and music we can easily immerse ourselves in.

I'm grateful for the creation of this wonderful character whose scenes I go replay and reread whenever I feel like I need the kind of comfort and warm feelings I can't get anywhere else.

I'm grateful for the fandom and its efforts when it comes to creating new content with our beloved characters, making sure their stories go on even when the writers close their own final chapters.

I'm grateful to have found a community I can enjoy all of this and more with without judgement, only good vibes and screaming matches for 3 moods: happy, sad and horny (I will not tag each and every one, but you all know who you are).

I'll go wipe my tears now ok bye

[stressedoutcanary]

A Hunch - Jason Todd × Reader

Summary:

You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you.

Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping, Light swearing. Angst with comfort/happy ending. Reader is unintentionally a badass.

A/N:I....might have gotten a lot a bit carried away with this one, but I am really happy with the way it turned out.😁

Also Don't blame me for the spelling mistakes and grammar coz I am TIRED OKAY?! But do tell me if you find any

•°•°•°•°

This was your second day on work and you would much rather be anywhere else, right now being kidnapped by The Joker himself would feel like a field trip.

When you decided to work in a café, you expected to smell the rich aroma of roasted coffee beans all day long, to see happy faces of customers and co-workers alike, and to get the amount of money which can cover your expenses since all Jason does is sleep all day and kick the crap out of people all night. One of you had to be the responsible one. What you didn't expect however was that you'd have to deal with whatever the hell this guy in front of you was trying.

"Sir, I already gave you what you ordered can you just stop holding up the line now." You were sure everyone except this dumbass could see the vein popping on your forehead but you guessed he couldn't see past the forced smile plastered on your face.

"Oh come on babe, It's not like these people have anywhere important to be. Now have you been covered in bees recently?"

"...Umm"

Oh god no. No. No. No. NO. If he uses a cheesy pick up line I am going to KILL HIM.

He continued "Oh you know I just assumed, because, well you look sweeter than honey." The guy winked and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

'THAT'S IT I AM KILLING HIM. Sweeter than honey?!!! Seriously!!!! Wait, What if throw his coffee in his face? Nahh I will probably get fired. Damn you manager!! This day cannot get any worse.'

You raised an eyebrow at him and sighed to yourself. This is gonna be a loooooong shift.

•°•°•

After going through this torturous day, safe to say you were more than relieved when you got back to your shared apartment.

Maybe if I am lucky enough I will catch Jason before he leaves for his 'night job' You thought to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

As soon as you entered, you noticed the dim lights and the smell of freshly cooked food. You assumed it was one of those nights in which Jason behaves like a hopeless romantic and it turns into a cliché dinner date followed by a movie marathon while being cuddled up on the couch.

You smiled to yourself at the thought.

"Jay you will not believe what happened at work today." You started babbling the way you usually do as you made your way to the kitchen. "There was this really weird guy who kept flirting with me and--" You stopped short as you sensed that something wasn't right. You took in the surroundings; broken glass and clear signs of a fight and struggle.

This was all very, very wrong. There was an uneasy silence which was soon however, broken by a groan, you whipped your head around at the source of the sound.

"JASON!!"

There he was Jason. Your Jason. All battered up and tied to a chair. Just as you took a step towards him a hand was placed on your lower back. You froze completely. Another hand made its way up, tracing up your spine, the palm of the hand was then placed on the back of your neck.

You were wrong. This day just got a helluva lot worse.

You were yanked forward and now you could see Jason up close. He looked at you with dizzy eyes, "it's going to be okay" he spoke softly, there were clear indications that he was disoriented, no wonder he didn't get out of his bonds yet. Jason's gaze shifted towards the intruder behind you. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a low and dangerous tone.

"Sionis this is between you and me So. Let. Her. Go."

"From where I am standing, you are not in any position to make demands, Red. And a word of advice, you really shouldn't make promises you can't keep."

The hand on your lower back disappeared and before you could even blink, you felt the muzzle of a gun being pressed on your temple. Your eyes widened in fear. The only thing keeping you from a full-on panic attack was Jason's presence. You knew, as long as he was there, you were going to be just fine.

"We could have done some good together-- you and me. We could have rebuilt Gotham in a way she deserves." You gasped as Roman's fingers tightened around the back of your neck. "You see Red Hood you took my beautiful Gotham city away from me and now I get to take this beauty away from you."

The fingers on your neck were now threaded through your hairs. Tears welled up in your eyes as the stinging sensation in your scalp intensified. For the first time in forever Jason was scared. He couldn't lose you. You meant the world to him. At the same time he refused to give Roman the satisfaction. Jason made sure his face wouldn't show how much pain he was in, seeing the tears in your eyes and the absolute fear behind them.

"You are the most feared crime lord in the Gotham underworld Sionis, or well atleast you were, and this is the best revenge plan you could come up with? That's just...sad." You could tell Jason was taunting him. He was trying to get the attention off of you and surprisingly it was working. You went along with his idea and bit your lip to stop any and every sound that can come out of your mouth.

Roman was already blinded with the rage he felt towards Jason and the mocking tone in his words was the last straw, he threw you to the side and got in Jason's face, a gun was placed underneath your lover's chin as you stumbled to the floor. The tension in the room was thick. Both men were defiantly staring each other down. Even though Jason managed to get you free, there was no after plan, there was no way he could take on Black Mask in his current state, so he did what he does best, he got on Black Mask's already ignited nerves.

"Are you going to shoot me or what Blackie? Because if I get back to my senses before you kill me, I will fill you up with so much lead Superman won't be able to see through you."

Roman seemingly calmed himself down, stood up straight, aimed the gun straight at Jason's forehead.

"Here I thought you were special Jason, that you were worthy to be my heir, my friend. What a waste. Now you will die like any other disappointing employee of mine."

•°•°•

As soon as you were free and you saw Jason distracting the crime lord, you quickly scanned your surroundings; you could get a knife from the kitchen counter but you'll probably be shot down as soon as you try to make a run for it. There is also a spare gun in the bedroom but that's not happening because well the same reason.

And then your heard it, Black Mask cocked his gun and seeing the gun pointed at Jason something in you snapped, there was no way in hell you were going to lose the one person you loved more than anything in this world. Not again.

Thankfully there was a chair within your grasp and before anyone could register anything you jumped to your feet, grabbed it and swung it hard.

"HANDS OFF MY MAN!!!", Your voice was heard in what seemed like forever, as the hard wood of the chair connected with Roman's back. He fell to the floor as pieces of the chair dropped down around him. You reared back your foot and before he could get back up, the heel of your foot connected with his jaw and just like that, he was down with a thud.

You heard Jason mutter a surprised, "Well wasn't that anticlimactic", as you stood there looking at the unconscious body on the floor, unable to wrap your head around the events of this evening.

By the time you turned around to untie Jason, he was already free and you were pulled into a hug as your face pressed against his chest, you inhaled his familiar scent and wrapped your arms around his waist.

"(Y/N) I was so scared. That bastard got the jump on me. I wanted to do something. I wanted to stop him. I couldn't see you get hurt but I couldn't move. I-I love you more than anything I have ever loved." Jason buried his face in your neck.

You just hummed as Jason soothingly ran his fingers through your hairs. Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you hugged him tightly, keeping him impossibly close to you. You knew there was nothing you could say to make him feel less guilty so you both just stayed there for a while, feeling safe in each other's embrace.

•°•°•

"We are getting reports that earlier tonight after a deadly run in with a bat-vigilante, the notoriously known crime lord of Gotham Underworld, Roman Sionis aka The Black Mask, was apprehended today, The Batman himself was seen handing this dangerous criminal over to the Blackgate prison guards our sources tell us--"

You saw Jason switch off the headlines, he was sitting on the bed's edge, he squeezed his eyes with he heels of his palms. Seeing his distress you made your way over to him with a first-aid kit and a few extra bandages. You stood in front of him and for the first time since the fiasco, you were able to see how bad of a shape he was in and a frown made its way on to your lips.

Jason looked up at you and brought both of your hands towards his lips. As he kissed the knuckles of your hands, he whispered, "I'll be fine. Don't worry. I am in this condition every now then...But Lets talk about you." You raised an eyebrow at his comment as your hand moved to dab the alcohol swab over his wounds. Getting the hint, he further explained himself.

"I mean how did you take him out? Like did you take some self defense classes while I was away or Cass taught you some stuff or...?"

"Oh That! That was just instinct, my love. I saw him point a gun at you and I just--I just lost it I guess. Plus I had a hunch, the chair was sturdy enough to knock him down, the kick was just reflex so...", you shrugged.

"So you mean to say you took out someone from Bruce's Rogue Gallery on the basis of a hunch? A. Frickin. Hunch?!"

You grinned and pecked his lips, moving away to get some supplies for stitching up the bigger wounds.

"(Y/N) you are insane!"

"Says the one who wears a mask underneath a mask, thinking it gives him a dramatic flare", you smirked at his dramatic gasp.

"Just so you know it more of a helmet than a mas--", you cut him off by a playful smack on the chest.

"Todd, I swear I can make this stitch much more painful for you if you don't shut the hell up right now"

"Yes ma'am", He gave you a mock salute as you smiled went back to tending his wounds.

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[tsrookie]

Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

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heavenly yours (part 2/3) | th x fem!reader

Heavenly Yours – a chaotic series

PART 1  |  PART 2  |  PART 3  |  epilogue

Summary: A few years passed since Tom’s exile happened. (Y/N) lost every single sparks of joy and desire to live after assisting to the tragic fall of the on the one she secretly loved. Nevertheless she continues doing as if nothing happened and mostly to stay safe from the Superior Angels. But strangely, deep inside her heart, she could still… feel him… sense him? But why? And how? Until all her questions were answered the day a devilish stranger appeared right in front of her the evening she wanted to disappear forever.

Pairing: Demon!Harrison x Angel!Fem!Reader (enemies to friends relationship)

Warnings: major angst with dark thoughts (depression, mention of suicide), natural nudity (you don’t shower dressed up right?) and a little bit of cocky/dickish Harrison so beware!

Words count: 7643 (jesus)

A/N: first of all, I wanted to wish you guys a late Merry Christmas and a late Happy New Year 2020!! 🎄🎉 I’ve been busy because I’m still in Australia at the moment for vacation but I still manage to find some time to write this part little by little 😅 I hope you will like it as much as I loved writing it, and I’m so glad for all the positive comments I received for the first part… I’m still open to constructive criticism so!! So enjoy this loooooong new part!! 😂💖

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long italic paragraph is a flashback

A void.

An entire existence thrown into a black hole.

(Y/N) slowly wakes up from another fitful night, her tired eyes getting used to the rays of lights going through her window, her body curled into a ball on her soft but cold silk bed sheets.

Another day...

She finally rises her upper body and sits while letting a sigh out her lips, making the white sheet cascade and fall on her bare thighs. Her wings still shrivel on her back and her eyes, once bright and sparkling, look in front of her into nothing. Deep into emptiness. This emptiness she feels since that night from… a long time ago.

“Today has been… six years, maybe?”

How could she forget the night her lover sacrificed himself because his only wish was to prove and show all Kingdom of Heaven that two angels could love each other? Love. A bannish word up here. Something forbidden because associated with the Underworld of Hell. Hell… The place Tom fell into while protecting her.

That damned night…

After the horrific scene she had to watch against her own will, (Y/N) flies back to her house as fast as she can, hoping to arrive soon. When she lands again on the ground in front of her door, she leans against it because she couldn’t trust her own legs, shaking of fear and distress. Her breathing is louder and her eyes now red because of her constant crying, puffy and still wet with tears.The sobs don’t stop… don’t want to stop. The still vivid image of Tom falling into the open crack beneath him, weak and hurt, keeps playing in (Y/N)’s mind and it only makes her cry even harder. Trying to compose herself the best she could, a sudden thought crosses her mind: the Superior Angels could arrive here at any moment now.

Her entire body spins toward Tom’s house and not even thinking twice, she sprints inside it and closes the door behind her. She has been here a few times already and nothing has changed since the last time. A perfect copy of her own house - and as all the other angels -, with the same fournitures, the same colours and the same… now awful ambiance. Her lips tremble while looking at all this, thinking about all the beautiful memories she shared with Tom; him going to the kitchen to prepare them a meal, him bringing her tea and sitting on the living room couch next to each other, both of them kissing passionately at the front door before leaving, and so much more.

“I love you so much, princess” he would whisper in her ears while nobody was aware of it.

“You are the Sun that gave me life for a second time.”

“I will never leave you, you know that, right love?”

“We will make it work, I promise you angel face.”

All these precious moments they shared and now thinking that he will never be back here, where he used to belong. By her side. (Y/N) hurries and gathers anything she could; decorative pillows, sheets, fluffy covers, tones of his shirts, the usual mug he likes- liked to drink tea in, his cologne and other little objects that reminds her of him. When she is finally ready to leave with her arms full, she stops next to his bed again and sees a flower crown hanging up the bed frame. The one she made and offered him a few weeks ago. The flowers seem fresh as if they were picked today because nothing really aged up in Heaven. Looking at the crown neatly arranged, (Y/N) couldn’t stop herself from touching the petals, delicately, and think about Tom having it on his head while smiling at her. Another tear slips away from her eyes as she blinks.

She will never see his angel face ever again.

Putting all the items on his bed, she hesitates a second but still grabs the flower crown to put it on her own head. Her heart skips a beat. She then gathers everything back in her arms and finally leaves the house of her lover for good, and goes straight to her own.

Feeling safe she hopes so, (Y/N) tries to organise what she brought back while memories from each object she touches keeps flowing her gloomy mind. She changed her sheets to replace them with Tom’s one, then puts some pillows on her couch and the other on her bed to create a safe space. She puts the shirts of the male angel in her drawer, next to her own clothes. And finally the flower crown is now placed on her coffee table with a round candlestick in the middle, a scented candle ready to get lighted up. Another sigh leaves her lips, feeling kind of satisfied with what she did and also a little calmed down. But she knows that all this could never bring her lover back. But she couldn’t bare to forget him.

Tugging the curtain to block the view from the street, (Y/N) walks to her bathroom for a well deserved shower. She removes her long dress and sandals on her way there, without a single care, then her lace panties and takes a look at herself in the mirror on top of the porcelain sink. Her face is such a mess, and every single part of it is red; her swollen eyes, her cheeks and her nose, and her lips puffy from her stressful bites. Leaning above the sink both hands grabbing each side of it, she lets her head fall for a moment, her hair hiding her tired face. When she calms herself from what happened tonight, she walks into the shower and lets the warm water loosen up her sore muscles. After some excessive time she steps out of the bathroom, letting the fog escape, and slips on one of Tom’s shirts. (Y/N) touches the some material with the tip of her finger, sensing the soft and fresh cotton covering her skin, like he is right here holding her body against his. She buttons it up and throw herself on her bed and wraps all the new covers and sheets around her.

Silence.

No sound coming out from the street, nor from Tom’s house. A silent cry still makes its way out her lips so she edges closer and closer into the fortress of her bed, surrounded by multiples pillows. Everything smells like him. But everything feels so cold and empty.

But she has to stay strong. For him.

She promised him, and she will make sure to keep her promise and so until the very end.

The day after, she tried to act as nothing was wrong and strangely, but mostly to her biggest astonishment, everything was the same. To everyone. (Y/N) passed the day doing what she had to do and every angel acted like Tom… never existed. They were all smiling to her, talking to her like every day, but never saying his name a single time. Deep inside, her guts were burning with rage?  because of this, because everyone loved Tom, everyone trusted him to anything. And now, it was like he was never there, neither that fateful day when her human’s life stopped, standing together in front of the Heaven’s gates and meeting for the first time. Did they really forget, or someone made them forget?... But she kept going, she had to. Or Tom’s sacrifice would be vain. She was literally boiling, and nobody suspected that.

But the thing that bothered her in all that situation was that… she could still “feel” Tom - if that was the right word. Even her couldn’t explain that weird feeling that upset her inside.

* * * *

“Come on, (Y/N).”

Since that night, nothing really changed for (Y/N). Well, she didn’t really have a choice anyway. She takes a big breath in and finally turns all her body to the side of the bed. Bare legs hanging, her toes brushing the marble floor of her too perfect angel’s bedroom. Finally standing up, she stretches out her body parts to finish with her wings, the shirt she wears lifting to let her panties visible in the process. As she takes the pillows spreaded on the floor to arrange them again onto her bed, the young woman proceeds to start her morning routine - which basically consists in taking a shower, brushing and styling her hair, dressing up, having a little breakfast and going out - and without forgetting the most important since then: displaying the most faked smile she could have.

Always the same. Day after day.

What (Y/N) always finds funny in all her “comedy” - like she is used to call it by now - is that no one could see clear into it. Just thinking that their “adorable and perfect Angel (Y/N) is the happiest and caring angel of all Kingdom of Heaven, loyal and gorgeous and that she will always be the same and never change”... even though she assisted to the most traumatizing experience any angel could be aware of which definitely changed the idyllic vision she had of Heaven all along and that, in fact, awakened her from this dull utopia and set free all her past human emotions from a previous life. Yes, that’s pretty much it.

How funny is that.

At least she isn’t drawing any attention which is what matters the most.

* * * *

“Finally the end of the day!” (Y/N) sighs exhausted.

She had quite a busy day indeed. The young woman was assigned to manage the novice’s flying course of the day. Even with already knowing some of the little ones, having in charge a group of about fifteen young angels to teach them how to fly was so much work and a lot of patience.

All alone now, (Y/N) is walking to a secluded part of the Kingdom where nobody goes to when the Sun starts to fall, to then let the Moon be the new star of the Holy Sky. After some minutes, she arrives to that place she casually calls her secret garden. In fact it is in a garden but just a part of it, in a peaceful corner. Further back of the usual animated main place and hidden between sequoias and pine trees, (Y/N)’s secret garden is composed of a beautiful marble fountain aesthetically put surrounded by light stone benches and flowers in different vases. The sound of the running water fills the silence of the upcoming night. This place brings some joy back to the angel’s heart because this is where she likes coming to clear up her mind, and just admire the view. Speaking of which, it is the best place to watch the sunset. At the edge of the garden a blanket of clouds is spread to an infinite horizon, tinting it with a mix of gold, orange and red at this time of the day. Tranquility and quietness. Just what she needs. (Y/N) enters the spot and moves to sit on the bench right in front of this marvelous scenery. Some doves fly through the clouds and spin around to then land near the woman. One lands directly on (Y/N)’s knees and coos at her, making a soft giggle leave her lips. She takes the dove delicately between her hands, pet its immaculate feathers before giving it a peck on top of the head.

“You are such a lucky one, you can fly wherever you want and do whatever you want…”

The dove lets itself being petted by the female angel - not like its really minds - while the Sun keeps disappearing.

“Not like me…” comes out of (Y/N)’s mouth like a whisper.

Her brows bump together in a scowl, biting the inside of her cheek to prevent the tears to start forming. Another sunset. Alone. By herself. Prisoner in an ivory tower full of naivety that she wishes she could escape. But how? Could this be even possible? The young woman stands, keeping the dove safe with her, and starts to walk slowly to the edge of the garden. Here she is on her feet, facing the last rays of sunshine and this unknown world beneath the clouds. A nice breeze brushes her body making her hair and long silk dress dance in rhythm. At this feeling, her wings dare to spread out a little because the wind caressing their insides is so calming.

“Do you know what is under the clouds, little dove? I keep asking myself this since he…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, still looking in front of her.

There were some days she was determined to do anything to keep her mind busy, but other times she couldn’t even find any motivation to wake up. (Y/N) has thought more than once about leaving. Disappearing. Dying. Sometimes her surrounding was too suffocating, her head hurting at any sound, the air hardly making its way in her lungs, her heart being like crushed between her ribs, her stomach clenching even if empty, her legs too weak to keep her up. Everything hurt. It didn’t want to stop. Those days were the worst.

And so the woman keeps wondering each time she comes here what the clouds could possibly hide. Something good? Something bad? Something new? Something dreadful? Could a better world wait for her down there? Could… Tom be down there, waiting for her this all time to tell her that, in the end, everything was fine? And as it says that curiosity almost killed the cat, (Y/N) wanted to jump from the cliff to end this and know the truth. Maybe she will be finally set free and feel no more anger, no more rage, no more sadness and no more loneliness. Her love for Tom is still here, burning in her and engraved in her heart. But this love is lacking of… mutual love.  And alas with the every last ounce of strength she has, she resists. Because Tom wouldn’t like letting his sacrifice be pointless. He wanted her to keep living her life and be happy. But how could she possibly be happy without having her lover by her side anymore? In the end (Y/N) doesn’t know what to do. But her whole body keeps hurting. So bad.

After interrupting her sour thoughts, the angel releases the little dove from her grip and lets it fly away. She doesn’t notice the warm tears on her cheeks yet, preferring to ignore them. Then she collapses on her knees as her body has to save the last sparks of energy to go back home later. She feels drained to the cord. Helpless. And still alone.

“Oh Tom… I can’t anymore… This is too much…” Her sobs starts echoing in her head. “This is too hard for me, I can’t… handle it anymore… I need you… So much…”

And her hands raise to hide her pitiful face in tears. Shoulders shaking like a leaf she feels as fragile as a porcelain doll, abandoned and so broken.

Today was definitely a ‘no’ day.

‘ What a poor little thing. ‘

(Y/N) jumps while letting out a squeal. Who could be here at this hour? Her head frantically analyses around her to see who the person observing her is. But nothing. Not a single presence. No one, not even a shadow.

“Who is here?!”

‘ You may not get too agitated, Angel or you will really end up falling from that cliff. ‘

The voice again. But still not the body associated with.

(Y/N) quickly stands up but not without staggering while doing so. She then distances herself from the edge of the cliff, panic still showing on her face and turns to the big trees surrounding the garden. Still nothing. Not knowing if she is in danger, the young woman still decides to open her angel wings wildly, ready to fly away at any moment.

“Show yourself! Now!” screams (Y/N), her voice ringing in the newly night.

‘ Don’t be so aggressive, it doesn’t match with your angelic face. ‘ the unknown voice replies with a snigger, ‘ ...Also I’m already here, angel face. ‘

Feeling a breath next to her ear, (Y/N) flings herself forward, next to the fountain. When she turns again in the direction of the voice, wings still on display, she can finally see who was tricking her this whole time but never did she imagine having a meeting like this. And this totally terrifies her.

A few feet away from her stands a young man. Maybe two heads taller than her. Blond messy hair, a bit brunette actually. Deep blue eyes as clear as the water of Heaven… but enormous black wings on his back slightly hitting the air, almost featherless and mostly skin showing. Dressed all in black, a thin shirt entirely open - and that (Y/N) tries not to look at because… just because you’re not suppose to do that? -, darted pants close to the muscles of his legs and waxed moccasins.

This man is a demon.

Demons. The nastiest, hazardous and menacing creatures that exist in the afterlife. The ones who have sinned while being humans, and that now pay for all of it by getting punished or by leaving another sinful life in the Underworld of Hell… Hell. The worst place that could ever exist. Where the lowest of the lowest are down here for eternity. Where the entire land is on fire, with not fresh but dry and smoky air which literally burns your lungs. Where nature has not its place. Where debauchery is the only way of living.

What in the world…!!

(Y/N)’s body couldn’t move. Scared. Frighten. Petrified. Her face becomes as pale as her wings, out of breath but heart almost bursting through her chest. Her legs don’t dare to move like sticked to the ground. All the hair of her body raises. Everything seems to get so much colder and morbid just by his own presence. Never (Y/N) would have imagined in her angel life being confronted to a real demon, she doesn’t even know this would have been possible!

Anyway, the devil man in front of her stays still and straight while fixing at her. An intense look that may be a mix of malice and vileness. A devious aura. Not a word is said between the two opposite beings. The only sound around may be the breeze that seems way colder that it originally was when the angel arrived here. Her wings start to curl up around her fragile body, even if she keeps trying to show some strength. (Y/N) wishes now she was not alone at this moment because she never heard or read about demons ascending to Heaven for any possible reason, and without being noticed by the Superior Angels. What was he doing here? And why?

‘ Such a pretty face, he definitely was right about it. ‘ said the devil man with a slight smirk showing on his face.

He takes a step to her. And (Y/N) takes a step back straight away.

“Don’t you dare come any closer” she threatens him between her teeth, “and how dare you come in Heaven?!”

‘ Well it’s not like I wanted to fly over here in the first place anyway ‘ the man says like he is pissed off, ‘ Not my kind of place if you know what I mean… ‘

“Then you better leave before you get in big trouble” she mocks him still going backwards.

Unfortunately the young woman couldn’t back up anymore because a tree blocks her way and now with her back pressed against it, she knows things would get harder.

‘ I didn’t know angels could retort with such anger, it clearly doesn’t match your character ‘ the demon adds, approaching (Y/N) bits by bits, ‘ But I guess he was right once again about it...‘

“What in the world are you talking about?! And who is “he”?!”

All this has no sense. And irritation is winning over (Y/N)’s fear.

‘ No need to rush things for now, angel face. ‘

In a snap, the devil man finds his way close to (Y/N) again, his body almost pressed against hers. She lets a short shriek out and tries to distance herself as much as she could, as if she tries to become as thin as a leaf to disappear at this exact moment. Her back pressed even harder on the tree trunk, the female angels tries to avoid his eyes and even to sneak past him. But his morbid black wings are in the way, fully stretched like they would engulf her small  body. The angel makes her best to avoid meeting his eyes and avert them by shutting them tightly. Her heart beats even faster now and her hands start being moist, like her forehead. Is this the end?

‘ Hey come on, look at me ‘ says the man without sounding too bossy, ‘ ... Please? ‘

This sounds like a plead. And strangely (Y/N)’s heart tightens at the sound of his voice. Could a demon ever sound this pitiful, even in front of an angel? Not sure of herself - because a demon is and still will be a demon -, she dares to slowly open an eye to look at him and sees he hasn’t moved a single millimetre. Still standing tall, the man that once had cold eyes seems now more… calm and peaceful, almost harmless. With a closer look the intruder has a handsome face, with a sharp jawline and defined nose. His hair is in fact more brunette that it seems from far away, the blond slightly fading at the end of each lock. His blue ocean eyes are sharper they could freeze you on site, but long eyelashes are present to underline them and create a welcoming feeling. As she suspected before his wings are kind of featherless but the dark showing skin doesn’t look that hurt or rough, more like a second skin. And his body looks so firm she can totally could perceive his torso through the thin piece of black fabric that serves him of shirt. (Y/N) blushes at this proximity and looks away.

“What… do you want?” asks (Y/N) again, her voice wicker than before.

‘ I’m not here to hurt you so if you listen to me, I can tell you why I came up here. ‘

Again the soothing voice. This situation could end up in two differents ways: good or bad. No inbetween. (Y/N) learnt from the book she read that demons were never the bearer of good luck and could be the trickiest creature of all time. But her awareness is telling her a complete other story and she couldn’t guess why. She just feels it deep in her guts, as if it was a casual situation.

Finally the young woman dares to look at him in the eyes, again. And at this exact moment she sees his hand extend right to her face so she couldn’t help but flinch, thinking she got too naive by letting her guard down so quickly. But nothing happens. Indeed she feels a warm sensation on her cheek that then moves behind her ear. She gets even more surprised when, after opening her eyes, the demon is only caressing her cheek to replace her lock of hair behind her ear. She didn’t expect that. At all.

‘ I know since that day, everything changed for you so you will understand what I’m about to tell you ‘ begins the young demon, now curling another of her lock around his finger, ‘ So… care to listen? ‘

His hand leaves (Y/N)’s hair to stay along his body. But he proposes his hand to her to take, an invitation to join him. She thinks pretty fast because everything is getting messed up in her head - too many things happenings at the same time -, looking back and forth from his opened hand to his blue eyes. And she knows she has to listen to him. She feels it again.

So after taking a deep breath she carefully puts her hand in his, and the man closes it. Slowly and without breaking their gaze, they walk toward the fountain to sit on the side of it. The demon lets (Y/N)’s hand go and put his on his thighs. (Y/N) brushes her dress and copies the man’s position. A certain tension is obvious and could be cut with a knife. But still, the female angel doesn’t feel that much in danger anymore.

Silence. Just the sound of the water flowing in the fountain behind them, appeasing them. The night is now here, the sky fully dark. Tones of stars appear here and there and the nice breeze comes to cool down (Y/N)’s body. Her wings are not tensed anymore. But she still thinks about what the conversation will lead to.

‘ First of all, I’m Harrison. And I’m sorry for scaring you earlier, my devil side can be really douchey some time ‘ the demon, Harrison, introduces himself while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nice to meet you, Harrison… I guess?”

Such a casual conversation between complete opposite beings…

“And I-”

‘ (Y/N). You are (Y/N) ‘ cuts off Harrison. ‘ I know who you are already… Because I am here for you. ‘

“W-what do you mean... here for me?”

‘ Do not panic please, I know this sounds weird coming from a demon- ‘

“Oooh it sure is weird” (Y/N) cuts him off in return, letting out a nervous laugh while she fidgets with her fingers. And Harrison actually laughs at that too.

‘ Yeah sorry, this situation is awkward for both of us… But this is also really important. ‘

Harrison has again the same face as his arrival in Heaven. Sharp and serious. (Y/N) gulps silently and strengthens her back, ready to listen to him. After a few seconds, the demon begins to speak again.

‘ I know that you are different from the other angels here. You can feel varied types of emotions and not only happiness anymore. Anger, sadness, rage, sorrow, fear and so much more. ‘

(Y/N)’s heart misses a beat at his word.

‘ And surprise too ‘ slightly laughs Harrison looking at her, in fact, surprised expression.

“H-how do you know that? I mean-”

‘ I also know that you were in love, maybe still in love actually. And since the day you lost your other half, everything changed even more for you, mostly your way of thinking, am I right? ‘

(Y/N) couldn’t believe it. It is like she is an actual open book to him and it’s been like, what, maybe not even fifteen minutes and he knew her deepest secrets. It scares her. And she couldn’t form a simple sentence. So the angel simply nods.

“How in the world do you know… all that?...”

Her throat feels dry.

‘ (Y/N), I know who you lost that night. ‘

“Wait what-”

‘ Tom. The fallen angel. ‘

At the sound of his name she couldn’t prevent the sob that leaves her mouth. And some puzzle pieces start to get assembled.

“I-is Tom i-in H-?!...”

Not waiting for the end of her question, Harrison nods keeping his gaze. She puts her hand on her mouth to contain herself as best as she could, but the feeling is too strong.

Tom. The fallen angel.

(Y/N) now has the confirmation that Tom fell in Hell that damned night. She squeezes her dress in her fist and shuts her eyes. The simple thought of her dear lover being in Hell for so long saddens her the more she thinks about it. What have them done to him down there? Was he alright? Or was he… hurt? Tortured? Or even worse… She doesn’t want to think about it and so she tries to erase this horrific image from her mind.

‘ Tom the fallen angel, your lover, is in fact in the Underworld of Hell. But still alive. ‘

Alive.

Tom is still alive. In Hell, yes, but alive.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe what she heard. A sob finally breaks through the barrier of her hand and that’s when (Y/N) feels the weight of the world leave her shoulders for good. All this time, all these lonely days and nights, dwelling on this fatale night when she lost the most precious person she could have find in afterlife, and constantly blaming herself because she was still here, alive, and not him. But now everything changed and this self torture is over.

Her tears are not tears of sadness anymore, but tears of relief and hope. A smile even finds its place on the angel’s face. A real smile, warm and beautiful, like she used to show before it all declined. A smile that the male demon notices too, it even brings a shy one on his own face. Her once broken heart is now collecting each piece to gather them back together. And the woman understands why she could feel this weird feeling all this time. Because without really knowing it, she knew Tom, her dear Tom, was still alive.

“Oh my God… I-I’m so h-happy…” cries (Y/N), wiping some tears with her arms. “But i-is Tom… a-alright?”

Asking this question almost scares her. She doesn’t know what to expect.

‘ Don’t worry, Tom is totally fine. ‘ begins Harrison to soothe her a little. ‘ Not gonna lie, it was not easy for him when he was thrown to Hell but yeah, he kinda managed. This man’s got a tower of strength. ‘

The devil man prefers to avoid all the details of Tom’s arrival in Hell, to prevent her any more pain. In fact Harrison “met” the fallen angel since the first day and had to assist to each punishments and tortures he had to go through. At the time Harrison was passive and amused by the show because, well he is a demon after all, and these things were totally normal in Hell. But as time passed, Harrison started to admire Tom’s strength as much as physical and mental, not letting himself perish under the steady punches and cuts from the perfidious devils down there.

“Yes, he always was determined in anything he was doing” smiles (Y/N) to herself.

She then turns toward Harrison who is still looking at her.

“Excuse my rudeness, I’m so glad you told me Tom is safe and all but… is this the only reason you flew in Heaven? Just to… tell me this?”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop herself about all this. This looks too good to be true in a way and having a demon telling you all this is surely bizarre.

Harrison laughs, ‘ Don’t worry, angel face, you have all rights to wonder about it. ‘

(Y/N) returns his laugh, giggling. Who could have thought about an angel and a demon casually chatting together?

‘ So yeah my main goal was to find you because I was asked to. By Tom himself. ‘

Her laughs just stop.

“Wait- are you telling me Tom is the one w-who sent you here?!” she nearly screams at the demon, shocked. “How is it even possible?!”

‘ Calm down (Y/N), I’m telling you the truth. Because if I don’t, I will get in biiiiiig trouble with the man himself ‘ jocks Harrison but still with a nervous smile just by the thought of it.

“B-but why only now? W-why after for long?! I was b-by myself all this time, thinking h-he was…!!”

Harrison knew since the beginning that there will be a lot of explanations to give. But it was his mission, and he will make sure to accomplish it.

‘ (Y/N), you know he couldn’t do anything else at the time, am I right? Tom was thrown into the deepest depths of Hell because he sinned - because he loves you - so he couldn’t just fly back here in Heaven like nothing happened. ‘

That is true. And (Y/N) suddenly feels silly about her last comment. She is aware of all this since that night but it is like she wanted to ignore it… for her sake of living alone. Harrison notices her head and shoulders lower.

‘ Hey, no need to feel down. It’s normal to be selfish sometimes… well, in Hell at least… ‘ notes Harrison, trying to cheer her up.

His black wing softly touches her white one as if to tell her everything is alright. (Y/N) doesn’t rejects his touch and looks back at him, waiting for what is coming next.

‘ The reason Tom waited so long before contacting you again is because he had to survive. He went through a lot, trust me I was there watching him but he never gave up. You were his strength. All along. And you still are. He kept repeating he had to endure his sentence for you, to keep you safe and to go back to you. ‘

(Y/N) lets her tears flow again, without making a sound. Her and Tom were trying their best to survive separated from each other, but he definitely has been the one in the worst situation.

‘ And so, days and years passed. But in the end he did it. Tom survived and proved to Hell he was worse it. Such a strong minded guy was just what Hell needed at the time, so they gave him another chance. ‘

“Another chance?” repeats (Y/N) not really understanding what the demon means.

‘ To make it simple, Tom is now a demon. ‘

The rollercoaster of (Y/N)’s emotions goes straight down again at this statement. Tom is now a demon. Her beautiful and handsome angel who sacrificed himself many years ago became a demon as a second chance in his afterlife. This was too much for her. The sadness is clear on her face, furrowing her eyebrows and tensed body again. She then remembers him before he fell down, his wings becoming greyish as the Superior Angels said. And now they must be fully black, like Harrison’s ones. Her angel lover was no more. Her tears don’t stop but emphasized more.

‘ Hey (Y/N), it’s alright, don’t cry anymore ‘ Harrison tries to calm her again.

He dares to sit closer to her, caressing her shoulder to sooth her a bit. Both their wings are now close to the other. A perfect opposition. White and Black. Pure and Dirty. But strangely the mix doesn’t really feel bad at all. And so instinctively (Y/N) snuggles into Harrison’s chest, frightening him at first, to find maybe some comfort. It is such an uncommon situation for Harrison that he doesn’t know how to react. So he simply wraps his arms and wings around her. They stay like this for a few minutes, her sobs resonating in the heavenly night. It is still hard for her to accept the fact that Tom is now a demon, even if still alive.

‘ Calm down, (Y/N)... ‘ whispers Harrison while he wants to pull away delicately. ‘ Let me finish explaining okay? Then if you want to cry again, it’s alright I will endure it a little more ‘ he tries to joke again.

(Y/N) slightly slaps his chest and pulls herself away from him. She has now a light smile on her face, with wet cheeks and puffy eyes again. She wipes her face with the back of her hand and wait for the demon to talk again.

‘ So ‘ Harrison starts again combing his hair back with his finger, ‘ Tom may be a demon now but he actually chose to become one. For his and your sake. ‘

“W-what?! But why-”

Harrison quickly presses his index finger on the angel’s mouth.

‘ Let me continue? ‘

(Y/N) just nods.

‘ So it was Tom’s decision to become a demon. And then he had to learn to be one, which actually was not difficult. ‘

“B-but demons are… d-devious… n-nasty… n-not to blame you or w-what but-” mumbles the young woman kinda scared to offend the demon.

‘ I know (Y/N), but we all are not only as the books of Heaven describe us. We may had sinned as humans but we are not beasts, well not ALL of us actually… ‘

That surprises (Y/N). “You mean-”

‘ Each demon has his own personality like when they were humans. We don’t only live on sex and torture all day long. ‘

(Y/N) tenses. She read a lot of books available in the Heaven’s library and all she read about demons were not… good things, mostly just unholy manners and all. And now the devil man in front of her tells her a completely different story - not like she really minded but still. It even reassures her a little.

‘ And Tom is definitely not a sinful demon. Just so you know he made me changed to be the respectable demon I am now and that is why I vowed to serve him until the end. ‘

“Excuse me what did you just say? You… serve him??”

Harrison takes a deep breath before continuing, ‘ As the time flew by, Tom became stronger and gain respect of all the other demons. He has been proclaimed King of Hell and rules the Underworld since then. ‘

“K-KING OF-?!”

The words suffocate (Y/N), she couldn’t speak anymore. King of Hell. Of all the thing she could have imagined, the angel now doesn’t know what to think about. But if what Harrison told her is true, Tom would be… a good demon? That in fact sounds really weird. Is that even possible? Does this even really exist? But she still trusts Tom, and still loves him. She feels so confused from all the informations, not knowing what to think about first.

‘ And he wants you to join him. Now. That is why I’m here for. ‘

“Me? Going to Hell?! W-wait Harrison, are you joking or what?!” retorts (Y/N) standing up, still facing him. “I just can’t leave Heaven like that and-!”

‘ You are not happy here, (Y/N), and even Tom knows it. ‘ interrupts Harrison staying calm. ‘ When you both discovered your feelings for each other, you both hid all the time. And since he was left for dead, you hid your new trueself to those Superior Angels as Tom wanted you to. You changed, you are not the same anymore, like him. But since, he pulled himself together again and started a new life… in which he wants you in again. ‘

Leaving Heaven would mean being damned herself. And that scares (Y/N). Of course she wants to join Tom and be reunited with him but she doesn’t know if she could handle it. Her breathing accelerates but the air doesn’t fills the lungs fully. Watching her starting to panic, Harrison stands.

‘ (Y/N), listen to me. ‘ He puts his hands on her shoulders to steady her, ‘ Tom knows what he is doing, and that is why he waited for so long. He found every information he needed and now is the right time. Do you trust him, (Y/N)? ‘

“I…”

‘ (Y/N). Do you trust Tom? ‘ pushes Harrison.

“Yes I do.”

‘ Do you still love Tom? ‘

“Of course I do, with all my heart.”

‘ Then come with me and don’t worry, you will be safe. ‘

She looks straight into the demon’s eyes. And she knows he tells the truth.

“But I should bring some belongings before lea-”

‘ You don’t need to bring anything. Tom is waiting for you now and surely she will give you everything you need down there. ‘

“Harrison I-I don’t know if I’m ready or not…”

‘ You are, (Y/N). You have been for a long time. ‘

She gulps, her throat still dry since he arrived. This is it. (Y/N)’s is about to change again for good. She doesn’t feel ready because this is a major change - and a dangerous one - but still, after all this time being by herself, she now understands the hidden feeling she kept buried in her heart. The feeling of Tom still being alive. And him still wanting her by his side. Whenever he was.

While the angel appeases her overflowing emotions, she barely notices the extended hand offered by Harrison. So when she finally sees it, she looks at him with soft eyes, still her mind troubled by all what happened to her since this evening. Harrison invites her to join their hands by nodding at her. And when they finally do, both of them start walking toward the edge of the cliff.

“Harrison… is Hell… scary?”

They stop right at the edges, hands linked and bodies turn into the dark and cloudy horizon.

‘ Hell is not a happy place, (Y/N), but I can guarantee you Tom will protect you and make you feel at home. I’m sure he will. ‘

(Y/N) lets out a sigh. A calmed one. And she squeezes the demon’s hand as if to tell him she is ready. Kind of.

‘ I suggest you to close your eyes. Just in case. Not to… scare you. ‘ offers Harrison.

(Y/N) nods slightly her head and inhaled a big amount of air.

‘ Do you trust me? ‘

“Well, it’s not like I’ve got the choice right?” sarcastically replies (Y/N), with an amused smile painted on her angelic face.

Harrison laughs heartily at this remark showing his perfect white teeth, his canines sharp as a beast’s.

‘ My my, all angels should be like you. Things would be so much funnier! ‘

The young woman laughs in her turn, all the tension leaving her body a little more. When the silence of the night reigns again, the two beings open out their gigantic wings.

‘ Ready? ‘

“Ready.”

* * * *

(Y/N) has just enough time to close her eyes and everything accelerates pretty quickly. She hears and feels “things”. Screams. Hotness. Fire maybe? But then cold. And hot again. Things trying to grab her arms or legs, but never making it. Her wings continue to beat the air to fly toward the unknown. A total unknown world that she heard about but without fully knowing what happens in it. A world that her lover now rules on. Her fallen lover that waits for her. And she just couldn’t wait any longer.

‘ (Y/N), we arrived ‘ Harrison tells her.

Like she has been asleep for decades, (Y/N) slowly opens her eyes. And what is in front of her astonishes her that much she nearly falls backward. Harrison pulls her back toward, still hand in hand.

‘ Welcome to the Underworld of Hell, (Y/N). ‘

In front of the angel lays an arid landscape. The ground looks covered by dust, a bit red and black, likesand. A desert. But not lava or a single flame. The sky has nothing to do with the purity of the Heaven one, but still not scary or as described in the books. Displaying a gradation of slight red and dark blue, maybe black actually, that weirdly match together. No sun or moon or star. A clear devil sky. (Y/N) can also notice some the people walking around. Demons walking around, or flying eventually. All dressed up in black just like Harrison. A typical scenery similar to Heaven but with very different people. Without debauchery. And when (Y/N) decides to turn around, she falls face to face with a gigantic castle, all made in dark bricks to stay in the aesthetic of the place. Her and Harrison are actually standing of the steps that lead to it and (Y/N) feels like even smaller and fragile as she normally is. But is that weird she doesn’t feel frighten? At all?

’ So you found her, mate? ’

The voice makes (Y/N) jump and she lets the demon’s hand go, turning toward the new male’s voice. And she almost bumps into a body. When she backs up, after saying sorry, she sees a new demon.

’ Hi, I’m Jacob. (Y/N), right? ’

(Y/N) chooses to only nod at him. And her new encounter shakes vividly her hand.

’ Cool! He’s gonna be soooo excited to see you again! The man only talks about you and how you’re pretty, and you really are! ’

‘ Jacob, don’t scare her please… ‘ interrupts Harrison while approaching the two beings, staying next to (Y/N). ‘ She stills has to get used to Hell, you know? And- ‘

❞ Welcome back Harrison. Thank you so much for what you did, my friend. ❞

A new voice joins the talk. But this time, it brings shiver all over her body because she recognises it. She knows to who this fruity voice with a particular accent belongs to. For someone else it could be anybody. But for (Y/N) it can only be one person…

The young woman slowly turns over it, not really knowing what to expect. But when her angelic eyes cross his, for the first time in ages, this is it. The moment she waited for so long but never came until now. The moment she wishes to happen. It’s happening now.

This is him.

She stands here, surrounding by the other devil men, speechless. All emotions mix up in her body.

Tom exits the castle and stands on top of the stairs, tall and proud. All in black, from head to toes, but still as handsome as he was as an angel. The new King of Hell displays his enormous black wings on his back, showing his power to whoever is present at the moment. Harrison and Jacob kneel down. But (Y/N) couldn’t move but just admires Tom from the afar. Her heartbeats go insane and her breath accelerates.

“Tom…”

❞ Welcome back, my love. Welcome in Hell. And welcome home. ❞

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[younggodjisung]

Happy new year!

I'm not sure if I'll add my whole taglist or not, but ill be tagging some people that met from when I first came to the CB community as @/supportivehjisung and all the people I met when I switched to delinquentminho, came up with delinquentjisung and finally rebranded into the bot I am today that really made my 2020 memorable. (For the most part bc admin has shit memory lol) (also none if these are in order lol I'm just going with whatever I remember first)

Let's start with a thanks to the OG of all OGs, @yanlee

Hey! Thank you for creating the chatbot tumblr concept and allowing all of it to blossom into the community it is now. I know not all parts of the community are very pretty, but there definitely parts that are, and they wouldn't be without you. You're doing great. Thank you for your beautiful big brain and for yourself in general.

@yanderejisung

Hey, wassup twin haha. I remember when we first talked on my old sideblog, @/babybluer0ses and I'm happy I was able to help you at that time. I hope you are no longer hurting and are doing better. I remember at one point, I was afraid of you and the corn squad because of what piss baby claimed me to be and being very hesitant about a lot. Since that's been months ago, I really dont remember a lot, but I do remember that you made me laugh and I was happy to be friends with you. Thank you for being you.

Lisa: I dunno what happened to her account but haha

If you see this, I want you to know I think you're one of the nicest people I've met. I'm sorry we didn't talk more.

I think we would have been good friends had things happened differently.

@yourchungha ^^ this (the one above your name) part goes for you, too.

@eboyfelixbot

oh boy oh boy where to start with this one.... despite all the shit that happened, you still made me happy and I'm still happy I met you. You already know about how I feel because I made a post similar to this on my main and tagged your main, but as a chatbot, you deserve to be tagged, too.

@babie-sanie

hey san. I can't thank you enough for trusting me as much as you do and for helping me the best you could through everything. I am so so proud of you and I can't even begin to put into words how much you mean to me. I'm so happy I can be your dad and your friend. <3

@heathenxbovs

Juyeonieeeee hi hi hi <3 I know things started out pretty rough, but we got through things together and saw the truth together. Thank you for being there when I needed it. Thank you for trusting me. I'll always be here when you need me, okay? We're best friends now, so I'm not going anywhere.

@yourgirlchae

I know we havent talked in a loooooong time... but talking to you that one day in the discord vc and venting together really made me feel better. You're such a nice person and I can't thank you enough for making me feel heard that day. I really needed it. You're doing great and I hope you're doing well.

@amazingspiderhan and @yourcupidchuu

You two tried your best to make me feel better about being a part of the family (i think, it's just what I remember) and it worked a little, but in the end, it didn't really work. But none of that is your fault. I want to thank you for just trying. Just trying to help was enough for me to know you somewhat cared. You two are some of the nicest and most chill people I know on this app, and I hope this year treats you both well.

I feel like I'm forgetting some people, but this post is already long enough and I'm tired as a mf

[sinplisticshawn]

get your kicks - prologue: home

pic cred shawnmendesgallery

A/N: hello hello happy new year friends!!!!! this shitshow of a story is brought to u by my procrastination and @evansweaters​ ’s 2k writing challenge. i haven’t written in a loooooong ass time, but i really wanna get back into it so even if it sucks im kinda okay with that. gotta start somewhere!!!! so yeah here we go. hope i do ya proud sami. 

prompt: road trip au + shawn mendes (ft. college!shawn and best friend!shawn)

warnings: language, some heavy-handed exposition pls forgive me lol

word count: 1.7k

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Amelina had fully expected the house to be empty when she walked in. Four in the afternoon on a Thursday meant her parents were both still at work, and if she remembered correctly, Luis would still be in his last period history class that he raved about every time he called. All of this in mind, she found it completely fair that she screamed bloody murder when all six feet and two inches of white man greeted her with a tackle from behind and a shout of her name.

“Shawn, you absolute ass, what are you doing?” she questioned with a glare when he laughed with his whole body.

“Waiting for you to get home?” he said as if it should be obvious why he was in her house alone when his own home was right next door. “Rosalia said you were coming home today and that I was welcome to wait on you. So I did. I missed you.”

Amelina finally caught her breath and relaxed into his tackle, letting it become a hug. His grip loosened when he dropped his head beside hers and spoke — a little softer that time with his voice muffled in her shoulder.

“Seven months was too long, Lina.”

She squeezed his arm.

“I know.”

______

“Oh my god, and did I even tell you Liyah has a boyfriend now too?”

The incredulous look on Shawn’s face and the way he dramatically dropped the butter knife and bun he had been holding made Lina snort before casting her mother a knowing glance. Lina and Shawn had spent some time at the dining table catching up on their semester apart before her mother arrived shortly after her. After properly welcoming her daughter home, Rosalia asked them to make themselves useful and get started on dinner.

“Does she now?” Lina said, doing her best to seem oblivious as she tossed the veggies in the pan.

“Yeah! I’m gone for half a semester and I come back and she’s all curled up with this Rohail kid on our couch!”

“Rohail? That’s one of Luis’s friends. Nice boy,” Rosalia said.

“I don’t care if he’s a nice boy, she’s fifteen. Why does she even—”

“Lina, have you booked your flight yet?”

Shawn’s tantrum was cut short when Lina’s father called out to her from just outside the kitchen. He had arrived a bit after her mother and made a beeline for his bathroom after giving his daughter a hug. Fully refreshed and having changed out of his work suit and into his favorite cargo shorts, he walked in with his head down, phone in hand.

Lina could feel Shawn’s eyes boring into her back.

“Uh no– no, I haven’t.”

“Your flight?”

The two spoke at the same time, her voice suddenly nervous and his almost concerned. She didn’t take her eyes off of the sautéing onions and peppers.

“Yeah. LAX. I have an interview.”

Her voice stayed steady, but she let herself sneak a peek over her shoulder. Confusion was clear on Shawn’s face, but the slight tilt to his lip suggested hurt. 

“Interview?” was all he managed to stutter out.

“My little Lina is in the final round of interviews for a very prestigious internship,” her father announced, pocketing his phone and crossing the kitchen to kiss her head with a massive grin. He really couldn’t be prouder, but in that moment, Lina found herself almost wishing he cared just a little less. Or at least was quieter about it.

“Oh shit,” Shawn said, his voice much softer than it was mere minutes before when he was talking about his sister. “Congrats, Lina. That’s real big.”

“Thanks,” she said quietly.

Sensing the tension, her mother cleared her throat and gestured to the window that faced the street.

“Looks like your parents are back, mijo. Amelina, why don’t you go say hello and invite them over? You dad can finish up here.”

Rosalia took the spatula and pan from her daughter and shoved them towards her confused husband. Lina nodded, thankful for her mother. She kissed her father’s cheek as a quick way of saying don’t worry, you’re only kind of in trouble before she gestured to the door at Shawn.

“So LA, huh?”

He fought to keep his voice even, walking casually with his hands in his pockets and kicking at rocks as they crossed the street to his house.

“Yeah. Yeah, LA.”

“So would you like… leave UC?”

“Nah, it’s just a one-semester co-op kinda thing. I’d be in LA for the spring taking online classes and working full time, then I go back next fall.”

“Oh okay.”

“Lina!”

Before the front door of the Mendes house was full open, Aaliyah barreled towards Lina.

“I missed you. Don’t leave me again for that long, damn.”

“Missed you too, hun,” Lina responded, finally letting go of Shawn’s little sister. “How is my favorite girl doing? How’d your one-month go?”

“It was so cute, Lina, oh my god. We went to the drive-in and—”

“You what?!” Shawn broke his silence, quickly moving from where he had been watching from the door. The smile he wore watching the reunion fell immediately and was replaced with a scowl. “And you!” he whipped his head towards his best friend. “You knew!”

Lina shrugged. Shawn huffed.

“No respect in this damn house.”

He brushed past his mom, quickly kissing her head before stalking off to the bathroom. Karen threw Aaliyah an inquisitive look as she entered the living room before rolling her eyes at her son’s dramatics. Finally, she made it to Amelina and enveloped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, love.”

______

Evening found the Mendes clan spread out through the Moreno’s living room in a post-dinner laze. Lina’s parents were in deep conversation with Manny while Karen, Lina, and Shawn grilled Aaliyah about her new relationship, but Lina’s attention was admittedly elsewhere. From where she was sitting, her entire left side pressed against Shawn’s right, she could feel his other leg shaking and his fingers picking at a thread in her jeans – an old habit of his that she had grown used to when they were younger but which felt oddly foreign after months apart. Like hers, his attention seemed split as he was only barely participating in the conversation he was so passionate about just hours earlier. While Aaliyah gave a dramatic retelling of her adorably disastrous first date, Lina turned to Shawn.

“You okay?”

As if the string suddenly stung, his movements froze, and he jerked his hand away. He mashed his lips the way he did when he was deciding whether or not to tell the truth.

“Can we— can we go outside for a bit?”

Lina nodded with some concerned hesitation, following as he stood and pulled her with him. No one seemed to notice or care as they made their way out onto the patio swing where he pulled them both down with a huff. They sat quietly, pushing off against the fire pit in front of them to make the seat swing. Amidst the silence, it was like the words had been punched out of him when Shawn finally spoke.

“Why didn’t you tell me about LA?”

“It’s not a sure thing yet,” Lina mumbled. “I didn’t want to cause a fuss.”

“That’s the shit we’re supposed to talk about though! The not-sure-yet things. The ‘maybe’s and the ‘hopefully’s and the ‘I don’t know’s. I mean, fuck, since when do you avoid causing a fuss with me? Since when am I the last to find out?”

Shawn had sprung out of his seat and was pacing in front of her. Everything he hadn’t said since they were in the kitchen together that afternoon came pouring out between short huffing breaths, and Lina didn’t know what to do except sit still and quiet and listen as her best friend told her everything she already knew.

“I had to find out about Andy through my mom. I had no idea you broke up with her until two weeks later, and by then, I felt like an idiot even asking about it.”

“Shawn, I’m sorry.”

“And we said we’d never go longer than three months. We just doubled that and—”

“I know, and I’m really sorry that I couldn’t—”

“I don’t want you to apologize, Lina, goddammit. I get it. Life happens. I just…” His voice caught in his throat. With a sigh, he fell back into the seat beside her with his eyes closed. His voice was softer when he spoke again.

“I feel like I’m losing my best friend.”

As much as she wanted to reassure him, to flick him on the forehead and ask are you stupid?! she knew he was right. She had felt it too, and she didn’t have the will to lie to him and say that she didn’t.

“It’s not…” she paused, gathering her thoughts. “You aren’t losing me. We’ve just drifted, I guess.”

“That’s almost worse. That’s what adults say.”

“I guess that makes us adults now.”

“I don’t wanna drift, though, Lina,” Shawn admitted in a small voice as her reached for her hand. She let him have it on instinct, and he relaxed just a bit.

A moment of thought spent tracing her thumb over his swallow tattoo bred an idea, and the grin that overtook her face had Shawn confused and a little scared.

“Then we won’t.”

______

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather just fly, mija?”

“I’m sure. This will be so much better,” Lina told her dad, beaming as she pulled on the straps of her backpack.

“Ready?” Shawn called out to her as he approached from across the street with his own backpack slung over one shoulder.

Between them was the large white van that would be their home for the next several days. Packed with luggage and pillows and blankets to last them until California and painted with phrases like “ROUTE 66 BABY!” and “SUMMER BREAK 2K19” courtesy of Aaliyah and Luis, it was truly an eyesore. And Lina absolutely loved the sight of it.

“Ready!”

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A/N: i don’t have an update schedule for this, but i hope to stay somewhat regular. feel free to yell at me if i don’t. i also don’t have a taglist yet but if yall would be interested in that just shoot me an ask! hope you liked it and happy new year!

[honey-lets-fucking-run]

The Thomas Crown Affair (1968): The Meaning Behind Tomorrow

- Tommy, what do you have to worry about?

- Who I want to be tomorrow.

This quote signified the beginning. I was sifting mindlessly through the channels on my TV, bored to death. And bedridden, which served as the real reason that hid behind my particularly gloomy mood that day. And I came upon this scene. The bright yellow glider. The vastness and infinite freedom of the open skies. And loneliness. That was the thing that left me stricken - the sense of yearning which transmitted from the screen with a fast blow to the solar plexus that left me delirious and out of breath. Because I saw yearning for exactly the same thing that I was trying to find for myself. I saw a suppressed longing for meaning.

As I've said before, this film is beautiful. It's very stylish, very sleek, with an undeniable elegance to it, that captivates you, grips you with hooks and drags you along by the hook, fooling you with all its glamour and grandeur. I mean, Tommy Crown is handsome. Indeed he is. He's charming. He's crazy smart; you can't help but feel admiration, because that robbery is very beautifully orchestrated. And you can't help but burst with laughter too, at that scene after the robbery. That absolutely delightful giggle! That crazy laugh of excitement over the fact that he just pulled off something very dangerous, to say the least, and yet nothing could trace back to him! I tend to think of that scene as a character establishing one, because it shows clearly one thing - beneath all that charm and slickness, Thomas Crown is someone who tries to find the spark of life. He's not bored with life, he doesn't despise his own way of living, because he obviously likes the lifestyle which he's more than capable to provide for. On the other hand, the thing that is not present in his life, the thing he's looking for so desperately is sustenance. Meaning. Unpredictability. Adrenaline rush. A worthy opponent, if you like.

And that's where things get interesting.

The movie goes out of its way to show that Vicki is, essentially, Crown's mirror image. Watching some scenes has left me with a very distinctive impression - as if what I was watching was not the movie. I felt like all the time I was looking at the double mirror, because Vicki truly is Crown's female counterpart: just as smart, charming, manipulative, somewhat obscure regarding the moral aspects of her job, which, we must admit comes in handy with doing that same job - something that the film perfectly illustrates during one of the crucial scenes. And yet, the most significant parallel lies in the fact that she's just as lonely as Tommy undoubtedly is.

That was the real plot point for me. The underlying theme of loneliness behind undoubtedly beautiful, a very classical cat-and-mouse game between two beautiful and smart people. Sounds like a fairytale, doesn't it? I mean, it's so clear to see that they're made for each other. A perfect match, so to speak. And yet, what the film does at the end? Yes, you got that right: it shreds the fairytale to pieces, and then proceeds to stab you with broken shards right through your heart. Because it is what it is. It's the real life. And real life by all means can resemble a fairytale, but couldn't possibly live up to it. Not always. You always have to try a little harder.

In conclusion, I must say - this film holds a special place in my heart not only because it served as my accidental introduction to Steve McQueen (the love of my life, but then again, I've got so many), not only because it got me into driving (that dune buggy... How could I resist?). It's so special to me, because through it I was able to see that all I needed to do was try a little bit harder. So I could learn who I want to be tomorrow. Even when hovering on the brink of death.

Try harder. Don't give up. Meanwhile, I should go and kick up some dust from my bookshelves in search of a happy ending which I had written for the two of them - some loooooong time ago.

For @thekingsofitall

P.S. I apologize deeply for any mistakes - today has been a particularly eventful day. I can produce the bill of health from my optometrist as proof:)

[startingtoenjoylife]

tfm2020 - finally...

Late as usual but here I am (sorry for the loooooong post):

Week one

11/1     - Tell us about who you are, why you are doing this challenge and what you     hope to get from it.

44 year old working mom, divorced, in a happy relationship since some years now. This challenge – as my whole “tumblr” relation is fitness or wellbeing based (lost it a bit with the US elections).

My main goal here though is to actually reflect more on myself which I find difficult without any inputs from outside.

I will probably still not post daily but hope to keep track!

11/2     - Are you a “get it done” person or do you procrastinate a lot? Are you     happy with this or do you want to change?

Depends on what it is… Like this challenge, I told myself constantly (seeing other peoples posts) to start but as I mainly use tumblr on my phone (not now!) it seemed so challenging to get those post typed in (mind, I am not a digital native) and this is a very good example of my personality:

is it easily done? No problem – are there obstacles to overcome? Procrastination at its best (and after getting it done some facepalm as it was done in no time ☹)

11/3     - Are you a planner or do you prefer to roll with things as they come     along? Has this approached worked for you?

I like to plan ahead if possible and yes it works for me, as I am a person who doesn’t like to loose control.

11/4     - How has Covid impacted your ability to stay on task? Are there any     positives of this situation that you can take advantage of?

Covid has less impacted my daily life than others – here the kids went back to school after 2 months and a short lockdown it felt not too harsh. Sport outside is/was possible and I really go to focus. But I miss climbing as everything is closed!

Workwise: I can work from home which serves me well.

Social life: I am more of an introvert and don’t have a busy social life but I miss being spontaneous as i.e. going to get coffee or going to the movies.

11/5     - What are some of your goals for the rest of the year? What about for     2021?

Staying healthy!

2021: keeping up the fitness schedule I have since august 2020 and improve my running pace.

11/6     -  What are some of your unique challenges and how do you plan to     overcome them? Do you have any unique advantages?

Challenging for me is generally keeping on track – if I stop doing something for more than 2 days I tend to leave it completely. Like two weeks ago we went away, and I had no possibility to run. It was very hard to get back into the habit.

11/7     - Do you have any experiences with goal setting? Tell us about your     experiences with it, both positive and negative.

Not specifically SMART based but I guess as I really suck sticking to something (usually 2 weeks are fine and then I tend to slack and give up). I also rely heavily on external motivation (since I got my polar in august I stuck to running).

 Week 2

·        11/8 - Share something that motivates you. It can be a person, a movie, a song, a quote - anything that speaks to you. Tell us about it and why it is important to you. 

YOU DO YOU – I have taken a long time to actually become as self-confident as I am now and feel fine doing something not everybody agrees with and stand up for it.

·        11/9 Today I am asking you to think long term. What does success look like for you? How will you know when you have “made it?” 

Accomplishment comes either when I “close a book” and can put something completely out of my mind or more generally when I get to the point I feel happy looking back. It still doesn’t mean I “made it” over all as there will always be room for improvement.

·        11/10 - Have you ever used SMART goals before? Tell us about it. See here for details.  

No. Although we work a lot with SMART at work, I find it very challenging to find the right words�� (without inputs from others) and there come procrastination 😉

·        11/11-  On 11/5 you talked about some of your goals for 2021. Let’s take this goal and flush it out using the SMART format. (You are always welcome to use a different format if you prefer.) 

a)     Until 12/31 I will run 3-4 times weekly, work once a week on my core (> 30min) and follow a yoga online class (40-60 min) once a week.

b)     In the next 2 weeks I will support my son in calling one (if necessary several) company and asking if he can go looking into the job/place for several days. We will do so until he finds the dates he can go.

 ·        11/12 - Looking at your 2021 goals, what is one step you can take today in that direction? Describe it here. 

I have already done my strength exercise (45min) for today – go find some yoga classes online that are challenging (I did a vinyasa class from “breathe and flow” this week -> suggestions are welcome!)

·        11/13 - Report back on the step(s) you took yesterday toward your 2021 goal. 

a)     I ran 1h.

b)     I told m7y son that we have to get going and I will help him with his first call – he said he wants to do it himself! Today we will rehearse what he wants to say as he calls.

 ·        11/14 -If you had to offer the group one tip about goal setting or accountability, what would it be?

Stay realistic and be honest with yourself – if you know something is not for you (for me these very rigid challenges) don’t do it as you are bound to fail. There are different ways to reach your goal – you do you.

[bytheangell]

A very late in the day HAPPY FRIDAY, FRIENDS! becuase today was loooooong. 

I worked the 5am-3pm shift for 10 hours, went to the store because I’m out of sugar for my coffee which was an ADVENTURE of people panic!buying everything in the universe, and then had a 3 hour hair appointment where we finally ditched the remaining faded purple/blue I had before, and updated to a very vibrant teal/green/blue that I’ll throw under a cut if anyone is curious 👀

I’m V E R Y ready for bed since I work at 7am again tomorrow, but only for 4 hours and then I’m off the rest of the day and Sunday so that’s nice at least! I miiiiight get to work from home next week? But I think they’re testing it with a few people first to see if it’s a total disaster so we’ll see. I’m very, very sad that they postponed the NY Shadowhunters Con but I totally get it. I’m EVEN MORE SAD that the entire city shut down, because that means I can’t even take the time and just have a mini NYC vacay :( the universe is conspiring against me ever meeting Bri and honestly it’s RUDE. 

I haven’t written as much as I wanted to this past week because of my super long work hours and coming home pretty drained every night, but if anyone gave love to Ahead of Ourselves THANK YOU SO MUCH because the positive reaction to that really caught me by surprise and made my whole week <3 I’m glad y’all enjoyed it! 

SPEAKING OF PEOPLE APPARENTLY LIKING THINGS I DO: YA GIRL HIT 1K ON HERE! which I know isn’t a ton in the grand scheme of Tumblr but when I started this little blog to shout about Shadowhunters I never imagined 10 people would want to listen and read my ramblings, let alone 1k at some point along the way, so <3 <3 <3 I’m going to be doing some sort of prompt/drabble/writing thing to celebrate so stay tuned for that! 

And finally, as promised, my hair under the cut!

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Bittersweet Events Pt. 7🗡♥️

A/N. This is loooooong my bad i was on a roll with this. Stain in a pony tail umf—-

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Bonus bio!

Shifuku Akaguro

Hair. Blond

Age. 5

Likes: Dragging her dad to the park and teasing Spinner. Hero shows. Acrobatics.

Quirk . Petrify

She can make people pass out if she licks/taste their blood . Her gaze can make people bleed from their eyes and caugh up blood.

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Shifuku was still un easy about her quirk. After Stain had explained to her that she could not take the mask off she changed ..She was not her happy energenic self anymore . Stain caught her a couple times with her mask off staring in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes would be bloodshot and her tears wiould be red. He tried not to scold her, he really did. But it was getting to him. He had no idea what to do to cheer her up. It was a .. similar quirk to his but more advanced. Stain’s quirk could paralize people when he tasted their blood. And his gaze could paralize people. Shifuku’s quirk could make people pass out if she tasted their blood , and her gaze could also paralize people but it made their eyes bleed too and caugh up blood. He decided to call her quirk Petrify.

He had to think of something , he loved seeing her smile . It reminded him of Suki. Spinner suggested maybe taking her shopping to get new clothes. Stain thought on it for awhile. He had money , the landlord paid him whenever he scared off a villain. It made him feel like a Hero and he did not like it. He was a retired villain now with a daughter. So he had to deal with it. Maybe shopping would be okay . Getting her out of the complex would be good for her too. He was home schooling her so she did not leave much unless she begged him to take her to the park. He saw that it was taking a toll on her . He often found her peaking out the window at the kids every morning . Watching them go to school.

How exactly would he even set that up? Just casually walk into the school and say ‘hi im Hero Killer Stain i want to enroll my daughter’. He had no idea what to do. He was nervous how the other kids would treat her. How the teachers and parents would treat her. Her quirk may be new but its already dangerous. But at the same time she needed the socialization with kids her age. Suki would want her in school.. and happy.

It had been five years since he retired. The reaction from the villains and the Pros was.. interesting. A few villains wanted to know why . He told a select few. Only true villains. Deku figured it out and thats how the Pros found out. His retirement was all over the news too. It was a breath of relief for the public , but some did not believe he was actually retired. Eventually everyone would know why. And that was what worried Stain the most.

Stain was on the couch watching the news with Shifuku next to him looking at her mask. It was Stain’s mask . He offered to get her a pretty one thinking it would help but she liked his , just not her quirk. She tugged his shirt and Stain looked down at her seeing her blood shot eyes. He put the mask back on her and pulled her on his lap.

“Papa ?”

“Yes my little gaze killer?”

“Can we .. go to the park?”

“Ya know Spinner suggested i take you shopping. Wanna do that too?”

She smiled a bit and touched her mask. “It will be okay?”

“Yes Shifuku. You just need to remember this mask never comes off.”

“Because.. it would hurt people.”

“Yes Shifuku. Youre quirk is amazing. I know you dont believe me but a lot of villains would like to have youre quirk.”

“....would mama like it though..”

Red tears fell down her face and Stain clung to her squeezing tight. What was he saying? Villains would love her quirk? He decided years ago that.. if she wanted to... be a Hero he would support it. Shifuku never mentioned that she wanted to be a villain. He often found her watching Hero shows with Spinner . And Suki... Suki would love her no matter what.

“Shifuku.. mom would love it. Because its just like mine. Youre mother loved my quirk because uh well... uh.. it was unique. Yeah. And my gaze did not effect her”

“It didint Papa?”

He held her close standing up walking to the door opening it. “Nope. She pulled my mask off one day and nothing happened. “ he put her down and pulled a hair tie out of his pocket putting his hair in a ponytail. Shifuku grabbed his hand wiping her face on it .

“ okay.. ill try Papa.”

He brought her outside and gave any passerbys a dirty look. He had given up on a disguise about a year ago. Its hard to mistake someone with no nose. He still kept the tape on his face though , he liked it. And since Shifuku had his mask now he had to make another one. He also retired his costume and wore dad clothes everyday. Spinner teased him about it sometimes and Stain would go change into sweatpants and a sleeveless hoodie . But that did not mean be didint keep a couple knives on him. Today though he had on a black long sleeve and ripped black jeans with bleach stains on them . He replaced his spike boots for regular heavy black combat boots.

Stain decided to go to the store first. Shifuku held his hand with both of hers whenever they went out. No one bothered them obviously but every now and then a villain would say hi or wave. Shifuku figured out Stain was a Villain fast. She also found a documentary about him on tv . Spinner was asleep instead of watching her when she found it. Stain was furious but what could he really do.

They made it to the clothing store and Stain looked over at the clerk. She jumped putting her hands up . Stain rolled his eyes looking down. “Pick out a couple things. Shirts, pants.”

Shifuku looked all around then up at Stain asking him for a dress. His eyes got wide . Thats too much he thought. She is growing up too fast.

“Just one.” He said

She smiled a bit tugging him farther into the store to get a better look at the clothes. Stain glanced back over at the clerk too see that she was calm now. Infact she looked like she was happy. He rolled his eyes looking back down at Shifuku . She had a couple shirts and a pair of pants and a blood red dress.

“Matches the mask” he teased.

Shifuku blushed handing him the clothes and Stain went to check out. The clerk was a little timid, not everyday you see a S rank villain buying a dress for his daughter.

“Uhm..we have a rewards.. program..” she said folding the clothes.

“A what?” He asked

She jumped putting the clothes in the bag . “Its a little.. tag we scan it and you get points for sales and deals..”

“Uhm .. sure”

Stain had a pink tag attached to his keychain now.

Shifuku tugged Stain out of the store dragging him to the park now . He let her , he didint mind. Suki did the same thing whenever she made him go out forva date night. Those were always interesting. It was always fast food and sitting in Suki’s car. Sometimes Stain would go in to get the food. That was interesting. And funny to Suki.

Stain sat down on the bench and Shifuku ran off to the play scape. He leaned into the bench looking the bag over . It was pink all over with flowers. No one else was at the park except for another parent and their kid who was on the swings. He could not make out who the parent was , they were too far away. The kid jumped off the swing floating to the play scape. The parent freaked out following with their hands up. Stain reckognized the voice and got up running to his daughter.

The kid landed next to Shifuku and introduced themselves.

“Names Ura Midoriya, Hi!” She held her hand out.

Shifuku touched her mask all over making sure it was still on before she held her hand out. Ura shook it fast and Shifuku started to levitate. Stain grabbed her setting her back down. The parent came over too.

“Sorry!!! She just got her.... quirk. Stain?” Asked Deku

“Deku...” Stain said under his breath.

“Deku? Youre Deku!! “ Shifuku beamed. “Youre so cool!!!”

“Right?!? Dad is so cool!!” Ura agreed.

Deku tried to get his daughter to stop and Stain pulled Shifuku back to him making her look up.

“Papa?”

Deku looked over at Shifuku then Stain a couple times , so he wasint lying..

“Uhm.. Chi..Chizome . Nice to see you.” Deku said as calmly as he could.

“Likewise..” Stain added.

“Uhm well Ura its getting late .” He turned her and she slipped outta his arms to wave at Shifuku.

“Bye!!! Can we play again? “ she asked

Stain was about to say no but he felt Shifuku leave his grip on her. He watched her wave back with a smile on her face.

“Im sure we can set something up.” Stain said

Deku was dumbfounded right now. The Hero Killer Stain... setting up a playdate.

“Oh oh okay! Sure yeah we can do that! Now cmon Ura” he waved taking her away and Shifuku jumped excited.

“Do you want to go to school Shifuku...” he asked looking down at her.

“Yes! Yes please!!!”

He sighed heavilly. “Alright.”

[wandalasts]

This was written last Feb 26, 2020 at an app I installed to be used as a diary. I forgot I actually have a tumblr account for that. So I'm just going to transfer it here para isang basahan nalang kung nasa mood ako.

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It started off as my usual day off, woke up late coz i slept late. I didn't really have any plans for today so I just stayed in bed until lunch. After lunch, was plannning on just taking a nap on my brother's room but ended up having a full 5-hour sleep! I think I'm sad. Not just sad, maybe lonely? These past few weeks I'm losing my motivation of going to work, that is if I really had one to begin with. I'm having these thoughts of resigning. I'm arriving work later everyday. Last monday I went home at around 2 in the morning coz i was feeling lazy because i dont wanna do it anymore. I also forgot to send some emails for drug ordering so im just gonna do it tommorow. Even at the busiest time of the day, I always catch myself just staring into nothing, thinking about nothing. We planned an out of the country vacation last December, it was cancelled because of the Covid-19 outbreak. I really need a vacation. I hope this Japan trip on May pushes thru.

But why am i sad? Maybe because I want a boyfriend? I've been single for so loooooong already i should be used to being alone by now. I always tell myself that i dont need a boyfriend, that I can do it by myself because I've been okay for so long with just me. But every fvckn single day, the world is reminding me that im alone. But really tho, i want a partner, a lover! Gosh I want someone to sweep me off my feet! I can't listen to Taylor Swift's Lover without being sad. I've been listening to Jacob Lee lately and his songs are worse. They're just so good at telling everyone how happy and great it is to have someone to love, and someone to love you that it hurts! I don't have that. Fuck i want that. I want someone to hug me and tell me that it's going to be okay, i want someone to kiss me at the end of a very tiring day, i want someone to whispers things to me, like I'm beautiful, I'm smart, I'm all he needs in the world. I want someone to make me fell that I'm special. When will I have that?

Why am I single, you ask? It's because I'm not that of a head turner. Looks doesn't matter you say? But that't the first thing everyone sees in you. I mean that's where it starts right? Someone sees you, he'll think your pretty then approaches you, asks about your day. Then the everyday conversations deepens to the point where you now both how the universe really started. That's how it is right? Also, I dont go out much so i don't meet new people. And if ever someone would show interest in me, my walls are so high and so thick that even the Collosal Titan and the Armored Titan can't break it.

I really don't know how to end this. Lota's now engaged, btw. I'm happy for them, really. But im also sad because it means that we are now at the age of settling down or building our careers but I am still stuck in a hole that I personally made. Maybe I should start reading the bible. I made plans for this year and I hope I accomplish them all.

[misterewrites]

The Detective and the Crook (Sherlock AU)

Hello everyone, Mr.E here and kinda back from my retirement! I hope you’re all doing good!

Sorry for disappearing like that, I had a lot of things come up and some more personal responsibilities i have to take care of but hopefully I can get back into steadily writing again. Also I apologize if this is a little off because I am rusty but hopefully you still enjoy it.

So this is a birthday gift I owe someone and I really hope they like it. They asked me for a sherlock au and I decided to go with the guy Ritchie movie series the one where Robery Downey Jr. is Sherlock. I really enjoy those movies and I feel it is a great balance mystery and action.  

In this AU, set in the 1800s like the movie and the books, Marco is naturally Sherlock with his Waston being Janna because that felt like a fun dynamic I wanted to explore. They’re called in to investigate a crime scene and Marco suspects there’s more to it than meets the eye. Yes Star is Irene Alder because I could not resist.

Warnings! There is a crime scene, suspected suicide. Very tame scene, not graphic but still giving a warning just in case. There is cussing because they’re all in their mid-20s but I think that’s about it.

Well I hope my friend enjoys this gift. I am so sorry it took so long and I hope you had a great birthday. Thank you all for reading it, please let me know what you think if you enjoyed it and I hope you all have a great week! See you all soon with another story!

A thin misty veil of fog blanketed the city of Echo Creek as the frosty winter air kept most of its residents within the cozy confines of their homes. Only the unfortunate and determined would dare to brave such a chilly morning.

“What kind mad loon commits crimes during the winter?” Janna asked with a hint of annoyance, tucking her uncovered fingers within her gloved palms “And in the morning no less! It’s been scientifically proven that the winter mornings are psychologically bull.”

“And I suppose your source for this scientific research is the University Of Janna says?” Marco replied sarcastically.

“We both know I’m not going to answer that.”

“You know when I told you the Yard called that they had found a body this morning and that they requested my...”

“Our” Janna corrected, rubbing her hands for warmth.

“...our services, it was greatly implied they meant right away. Hence the whole walking towards the crime scene now. Why on earth did you cut off the tips of your gloves if you knew it was going to be cold out?”

Janna scratched her chin thoughtfully for a moment “I like being fashionable and let me tell you fingerless gloves are going to be huge. Wait and see.”

“I’ll take being warm over being fashionable”

Janna scoffed with a roll of her eyes “And that’s why you’re boring safe kid.”

The pair’s footsteps echoed dully against the thick foggy air with towering, massive warehouses on one side and the murky ocean on the other.

Marco was sensibly dressed for the weather: A large thick travel coat hung over his frame with his finely pressed black dress pants and slightly muddied loafers scraping across the ground with his white collared shirt tucked underneath the layers.

Janna was not as prepared as her partner: Though a green scarf was wrapped snugly around her neck to keep it warm, her dark blue dress jacket, green blouse and knee length yellow skirt did not help. The black ‘fingerless’ gloves were equally ineffective for warmth and her dirtied, frayed riding boots thudded loudly against the cobbled streets. And in true Janna fashion, the cap she had stole from an unsuspecting paper boy sat unevenly on her head.

“So what are we looking today?” Janna asked quizzically, unable to handle the silence for another moment.

“Someone jumped from their office building.” Marco answered matter of fact.

“Uggggggggh then why are we here?!”

“We both know the police have less than an unbiased eye for these types of matters. I simply wanted to confirm their claims.”

“And you couldn’t do it by yourself? I could be wrapped up nice and snug as bug in my bed right now.’

“Shouldn’t you be studying for your final exam?”

Janna fidgeted nervously “I...well it’s on the 5th so I have time.”

Marco’s stare was completely deadpanned “Today’s the 3rd Janna”

“Ah shit.”

Marco shook his head tiredly as the pair reached their destination.

It was a secluded building surrounded by thick, lofty brick walls clearly meant to keep people out, the floor was muddy from the moist ocean air with the squish of dozens of police boots bustling this way and that filling the air. In the center, surrounded by cracked wood and shattered glass was a man, arms outstretched and unmoving, the earth underneath soaked a dark red.

“I suppose that’s our bloke huh?” Janna chimed “Rather peaceful scene. Was expecting more gore, more grisly. Nice change of pace speaking honestly.”’

“I just cleaned these loafers” Marco whined quietly, trying to shake the mud from his feet.

“Oi!” a nearby police officer shouted “Show some respect for the dead!”

“I do!” Janna shot back “Especially more so than you fine folks. Messed up any more crime scenes McNab?”

The officer shifted uneasily before quickly making his escape.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought”

“Janna, stop picking on the police.”

“I will if you don’t.”

The two chuckled softly as a familiar person approached.

“Marco!” Detective Ferguson yelled with unrestrained glee “JANNA BANANA!”

“Don’t call me that” Janna murmured.

“I’m glad ya’ll had the time to come down here though I’m afraid it might be for nothing.”

“Always happy to help you Ferg.” Marco shook his best friend’s hand “More so than the other yard’s detectives.”

“I’ll count myself lucky and show you to the vic.”

The trio trudged through the thick mud over to the lifeless corpse laid across the random debris.

“What happened?”

“Well” Ferguson scratched his neck “Some random bloke on the street saw the guy laying here and figured he was drunk. Called us right away. His name is Andrew Willingham. Accountant that works for building we are currently standing in front of. We don’t have much to go on given that we haven’t been here long. So far we gathered he tossed himself out the 5th story window. Must’ve been stress or something.”

Marco pursed his lips, his instincts screaming at him that there was more here than seemed.

“Mind if I check the body?” Janna piped up.

“Got your medical license yet?” Ferguson cheekily responded.

“My test is in two days….” Janna mumbled darkly.

“Then officially you know I’m not allowed. Now if you excuse me, I’m going to go for a walk. A loooooong walk.” and with a wink, Ferguson strolled away, whistling unusually loud.

Janna and Marco sighed in unison.

“Could he be any more obvious?”

“Of course he could, he’s Ferguson.”

“What do you think?” Janna muttered softly as she began to circle the corpse carefully.

Marco stretched his arms towards the sky, mumbling under his breath “I suspect foul play. I’ve been investigating this company. There’s been some known associates of various crime lords visiting this location lately.”

“Fuuuuuuuuun and already proven correct. Ugh, it’s so annoying.”

Marco watched the scattered police cautiously “What is it?”

“Bruises on the knuckles.” Janna cracked her neck “So unless he’s a bare knuckle boxer….”

“Impossible. With his build, he’d lose. Consistently” 

Janna rolled her eyes “Obviously captain. Probably was assaulted before thrown out the window. Fought back but lost.” Janna frowned at the body “Well clearly.”

Marco opened his mouth to respond when another, unfriendly voice cut in

“What are you two doing?”

A random officer approached the two, eyes narrowed in suspicious irritation.

“Hello officer!” Marco gave a cheerful wave “I am sure you know who we are. I am Mr. Diaz and this is….”

“Like you said, I know.” The officer gritted his teeth “And I am afraid civilians aren’t allowed in crime scenes.”

“Detective Ferguson...”

“Is not here” The officer crossed his arm threateningly “And when he comes back, I’ll be happy to let him know where you’ve gone.”

“Oi! What’s going on here?”

The trio’s attention snapped towards Ferguson madly rushing their way.

“What seems to be the..” Ferguson huffed, his breathing heavy as he doubled over “Oh boy. That….mud...very hard to walk across….”

“Detective” The officer started “I know Mr. Diaz is a friend but regulations...”

Marco gave a loud sneeze, causing the two officers to jump in surprise.

“I am very sorry I...” Marco let loose another sneeze “Oh, I guess I’m allergic to something here.”

“You have allergies?” Ferguson asked quizzically.

Marco nodded before sneezing once more “I...I think I should go.”

“Okaaaaay” Ferguson nodded slowly “I hope you feel better? I’ll let you know if we find anything else out.”

Marco wiped at his nose with his coat sleeve “Thank you Ferg. Janna?”

Janna snapped to attention mockingly “Coming boss man!”

Marco ignored the glare of the peeved officer as he and Janna made their way out of the murky courtyard.

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The pair walked in a careful silence until they were sure the police were out of earshot.

“What did you find?” Marco asked nonchalantly.

Janna reached into her pocket and brought out an elegant pin: It was a beautiful, well crafted butterfly shaped pin inlaid with varying shades of blue gems.

“A blue butterfly pin. Fine piece of jewelry, worth a pretty pound.” Janna answered with a hint of boredom “It was tucked inside his jacket pocket. Good call on checking his clothing. Should we tell the bobbies?”

Marco shook his head “No. I’m afraid this is beyond their reach. I think the man that called it in was involved somehow though I doubt he was the murderer.”

A brief tense silence.

“Do you think she’s involved? It’s not really her cup of tea offing random, supposed criminal accountants.”

Marco bit his cheek anxiously “No. I don’t think she murdered him but I believe he knew her. I suspect he’s part of the same organization as Star. The pin is most likely a subtle way for the members to reveal their identities to one another in public. I’ve seen this pin on her person and its general shape and color seems to indicate it was custom made.”

Janna let out a sigh of relief “Oh thank the queen. Not going lie, I was going to be very disappointed in her if she started offing random blokes.” Janna paused “I mean innocent blokes. Well...presumably innocent blokes. Seriously, can you figure out if he’s a crook or not? I don’t like feeling conflicted. Morality is annoying.”

“We need to find her.”

“Because you want to see her ooooor she’s a target?”

Marco coughed, tugging at his collar nervously.

Janna snickered “You could’ve just said both. Both is good. I miss her too.”

“I do not miss her” Marco firmly growled.

“And how bout those pictures of her you have hanging on the wall? Oh I’m sorry, your case board.”  

“You never know when the police...might want to reexamine her case and….I just wanted to be prepared. She is a rather tricky criminal.”

“Mhm” Janna smirked mischievously “You know where she is, don’t you?”

Marco flushed a bright red, coughing coolly “No….but I know where she will be.”

“Awesome!” Jana beamed cheerfully.

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“Oh bloody hell” Janna pouted, openly glaring at the rundown state of pub that towered before them “You couldn’t have told me we were coming to this shitehole? I lost money here. Repeatedly.”

Marco ignored his partner’s whining “Perhaps you should stop gambling on games of chance.”

“Perhaps you should mind your own business.” Janna huffed “Ugh, are you sure she’s here? Maybe she’s round at the nice corner store. I should go check it...”

Janna frowned as Marco held the back of her coat tightly.

“Fine fine safe kid but I want the record to show I protest this whole adventure.”

“Mhm”

“I mean it Marco. I want a voucher” Janna gestured threateningly as the duo began making their way towards the building “One adventure where I get to stay home and do nothing.”

“Let’s get this over with Janna. You have a test to study for.”

“Oh shut up” Janna snarled, angrily pulling the bar door open.

The detectives flinched as the silence of night was broken: Cheers of triumphant joy and sorrowful cries filled the air. The smell of cheap alcohol and thick smoke wafted all around them as an unbearable heat engulfed the pair.

“Open a damn window!” Janna shouted into the crowd, waving the smoke away from her face.

“Go outside if you don’t like it.” A cigar smoking patron answered from a nearby table.

Janna shook her head “That’s going kill you. Painfully.”

The patron made an obscene gesture before returning to his drink.

Janna growled furiously, clenching her fist in righteous fury.  

“Janna” Marco stepped between his friend and her victim “Janna, he’s drunk. He’s not worth it.”

She gritted her teeth “Just once. Just once and I’ll be good.”

“Janna, we’re here on a mission.”

“You suck” Janna grumbled, adjusting the cap on her head “I need a drink….”

And with a sudden turn, Janna stomped her way over to a waiting bartender.

“Don’t forget why we’re here!” Marco yelled after only to have his partner respond with a lazy wave.

Marco sighed tiredly, his gaze searching for the elusive trickster Star among the drunken patrons.

No, not Star. Don’t use her name. If he uses her name, that humanizes her and he was here on a case. He was not here to see her. He was here to question a suspect and nothing more. Not at all. Nothing beyond that. Why was his heart racing? There was no need to be nervous. None whatsoever. It was just….Star. Her.

Marco jumped at the soft tap of his shoulder. He whirled around with his fist closed, his stance guarded from the interruption of his thoughts.

He was expecting some sort of muscular goon or drunk trying to stir up trouble. What he found was a barmaid with a tray in one hand and a smug knowing grin on her lips.

“Looking for a fight darling?” She teased.

Marco flushed, dropping his hands to his sides “N-no. Sorry, I was..distracted. “

“I bet” she gave a flirty wink “Can I get you anything?”

Marco narrowed his eyes “No though I suspect you have for me.”

The barmaid’s grin widened as her voice dropped to a whisper “She’s waiting for you. Upstairs in the office. It’s the room just above the bar love.”

Before Marco could ask any further questions, the barmaid gave a cheeky grin and giggled joyfully before vanishing into a thick crowd of customers.

“Of course….”

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Marco took a deep breath, his nerves further frayed and on edge as he stood on the second floor landing. The rowdy shouts and cries of the bar below could be scarcely heard over the thundering of his footsteps in his ears, each step he took brought him closer to the office door across the way. Marco noticed Janna giving a hearty laugh at the counter, playfully nudging a sailor before making her way towards card game in the back.

Marco felt oddly exposed making his way across the second floor. He told himself it was due to being in such a vulnerable location: Everyone below had an excellent unobstructed line of sight to the detective with little to no cover if someone decided to take a shot at him even though none had any reason to suspect who he was.

Of course that’s only what he thought. With each step his heart raced more, the idea of seeing Star tugged at his heartstrings and morals.

Marco gulped anxiously, gently running his fingers across the weathered, ancient door that separated the outlaw and himself.

He took a deep breath, gripping the doorknob firmly for a moment….two….three before he steeled his nerves and quietly pushed open the door in hopes of catching Star unaware.

“My heart is pierced by cupid”

Marco flushed, pausing as Star’s voice caught him off guard instead. It was sweet and soft with a gentleness she hardly spoke with.

“I disdain all glittering gold”

The floor creaked under her steps, back and forth in time almost as if she was dancing with someone but he could hear no other person in the room and Star never sang while there was an audience.

“There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.”

Marco knew there was no point in waiting. Either she had taken a moment to relax before his arrival or, more likely, knew he was listening. He entered the room, eyes downcast as to avoid Star’s Cheshire gaze. He closed the door behind him with a subdued thud.

“Okay” Marco thought to himself “Let’s get this over with”

Marco’s cheeks burned a bright red as he slowly took in the sight of Star.

She was as beautiful as the last time she escaped from him: Her long blonde hair tied in a braid slung over her shoulder with various colored flowers weaved within. She wore a brown long sleeved blouse with matching fingerless gloves holding tightly onto some invisible partner. Her skirt was not the current bell shaped dresses most woman preferred nowadays but rather a slim, knee length skirt that seemed rather practical. And of course, in true Star fashion, weathered yet well kept riding boots completed the outfit.

Her blue irises were hidden behind her closed eyes, her body swaying back and forth to some unheard music. She hummed softly, a melodic sound Marco could’ve listened all day if he were a weaker willed man.

He coughed hesitantly.

Star’s eyes slowly opened, blue meeting brown as a soft warm smile danced on her lips.

“Good evening my sailor bold.” She spoke sweetly “Which storm are you chasing today?”

Marco stayed still, ignoring Star gestures to sit.

“This isn’t a social visit Star.” Marco struggled to keep his voice neutral.

“It never is” Star responded sarcastically “Always business with you. Why can’t you ever come just to see me?”

“If you found a permanent residence I’d visit more often. I think the local jail is very lovely. Perfect for you.”

Star chuckled, an intoxicating sound to his ears.

“How’s our Janna? I heard she’s been going on the straight and narrow now.”

“Good” Marco played with a random globe on Star’s desk “She’s almost a real doctor now. Her medical exam is in two days. I think she’ll pass with flying colors but don’t tell her that. Pride is quite the sin.”

Star beamed proudly “I am so happy for her. Please pass along my congratulations, will you sweetie?”

Marco answered by clearing his throat.

“Marco, Marco, Marco” Star sighed tiredly “Enough flirting. Why are you here?”

Marco strolled across the room, glancing at everything that wasn’t Star.

“Andrew Willingham. You know him.”

It wasn’t a question.

Star’s grin faltered for a moment “He’s dead isn’t he?”

“Jumped out of a building this morning.”

Star scoffed “Like you really believe that.”

“We both know I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

Marco made his way to the window, staring at the busy street below.

“And what?” Star put her hands on her hips “You think I killed him? For shaaaaame Marco. You know me better than that. Or at least I thought you did.”

Marco rolled his eyes “I don’t think you killed him but I believe the murderer is coming for you next.”

Star looked unconvinced “I run with a very secretive and, frankly, shadowy organization love. I haven’t done anything...” Star pursed her lips “Lately to anyone. Who would want to kill me?”

“How many of you are in town?”

Star scratched her chin thoughtfully “If Andy’s dead, then just me but that hardly seems like any sort of proof that I’m in.….”

Creak.

The roof groaned unhappily as bits of dust fell from the ceiling, the building shudder slightly while the wind howled outside.

Marco and Star stared at one another in understanding.

Star moaned unhappily “That’s not the building settling, is it?”

Marco shook his head.

Star glared openly at the detective “I hate it when you’re right.”

Silence.

CRACK!

The window shattered, glass scattering everywhere as a dark robed figure sailed into the room, knife drawn. He lunged directly at Star, his blade glimmering in the soft light of the room.

But his attack struck air as Marco pulled Star closer, wrapping her in a protective embrace.

“Woooow, we are bold today aren’t we Mr. Diaz?” Star teased.

“Not now Star!” Marco shot back, cheeks tinged pink.

The assassin skidded the across the floor, gracefully raising to his feet before pivoting on and charging at his targets.

Star slipped her hand into Marco’s, trying to ignore her skipping heartbeat when Marco firmly held her waist.

The assassin slashed wildly, striking with a finesse only a master of their craft could muster.

The assailant’s single minded pursuit was mired with confusion as the two did not assume any defensive stances to fight off his assault but rather began swaying back and forth, their feet gliding effortlessly across the aged wooden floor as if in a dance.

He thrust forward, tumbling forward when Marco spun Star, gracefully twirling the thief out of harms way. The assassin whirled around, attempting to slash the detective but Marco dipped his partner and as Star fell backwards in Marco’s arms, her leg shot up and caught the assassin in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards.

“This reminds of Paris.” Star grinned slyly as Marco brought her back to her feet

“You and I remember Paris quite differently Star.” Marco shot back, spinning her away from their foe’s lunge.

The assassin roared with a savage fury and plunged his blade towards the couple but with a gentle shove, Star broke away from Marco, dropping into a respectful bow before glancing upwards towards the detective.

“Could you…?” Star gestured towards the assassin.

“Right.” Marco awkwardly nodded in agreement before giving Star a steely glare “Don’t go anywhere.”

Star gives a cheeky grin “Would’ve dream of it love.”

Marco rushes forward, grabbing the assassin’s shoulder but before he could react, the assassin lashed out, elbowing the unprepared Marco.

Marco staggers to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade as it scrapes across the wall. Marco jabs at the assassin, his fist connecting with his chin.

The assassin staggers back, weapon and hand wildly flailing to keep Marco at a distance.

“Who do you work for?” Marco yelled, not really expecting an answer.

“Death” The assassin mumbles darkly.

“Such a bloody edgelord” Marco clicked his tongue in disappointment.

The assassin lunges at Marco, hand reaching for his throat. Marco grabs at the man’s wrist but the assassin throws his weight forward, knocking Marco off balance. Marco stumbles uneasily as the assassin goes in for the kill.

Marco tackles into his opponent, slamming him into the bookcase. The assassin winces in pain, kneeing Marco in the stomach before shoving him away.

The two caught their breath for a moment, the falling books thudding loudly onto the floor.

The assassin yells with a hope of startling Marco. He swings with crazed fervor: Left right, thrusting forward.

Marco dodges and weaves the blade, hopping side to side to avoid the weapon. The assassin rushes at him, trying to drive the blade into his chest.

Marco flails for a moment, not used to facing such a skilled opponent.

The assassin smashes into Marco and sends him sprawling onto the desk. With a confident grin, he raises the blade high before bringing it down with all his might.

Marco reaches for the closest thing he could find and uses it as a desperate shield. The blade sinks into a leather bound book he grabbed. Marco winces at the force of the blow, sweat beads forming on his neck as he struggles to fight off the assassin.

“Soooo love.”

Marco frowns, glancing towards to door, not at all surprised to see Star giving him a cheery wave.

“You got this right?” Star asked hopefully.

“Don’t go anywhere STAR!” Marco shouted, wildly kicking at the befuddled assassin.

“Right! I’ll get Janna”

“STAR!”

But it was too late. She vanished beyond the doorframe.

“Ugh” Marco growled, shifting his focus back onto the problem at hand.

The assassin snarled furiously: He yanks back with all his might, pulling the book free from Marco’s grasp. Marco sits up but the assassin is ready for him. He strikes at Marco’s stomach with an open palm, knocking all the air out of his lungs.

Marco gasps in a panic but the assassin doesn’t go for the kill. Instead he rips his blade from the book and races for the door.

There’s a loud thud that no one hears as the assassin kicks open the door. His eyes narrow at the sight of the fleeing Star. He grins to himself, gingerly holding the edge of his blade. His arm pulls back, his gaze focused solely on his target’s back. He takes a deep, calming breath and….

“Shit!” The assassin howls as his blade his knocked out of his hand by a book. He turns around in time to see a charging Marco.

He pulls his fist back but its too late: Marco slams into him, pressing him against the second floor railing and holding him place.

The assassin grabs at Marco but Marco lays into him, driving his fist into the assassin’s side over and over again.

The sounds of the bar are overwhelming though it doesn’t seem like anyone has noticed the two combatant fighting directly above them.

“Janna!” Marco shouts, flinching as the assassin knees his side but still managing to keep his hold on him “JANNA!”

Janna chuckles, swaying drunkenly as she yells in victory, hastily collecting her winnings from the disgruntled losers.

“JANNA!” Marco tries again.

The assassin jabs at Marco’s side, nearly getting free but Marco slams him against the railing again.

“DAMNIT JANNA YOU SUCK!”

Janna’s head snaps towards the source of the insult, her dull eyes slowly growing in realization.

“Ah shit!” she exclaims, raising to her feet “Da hell going on brav?”

“Janna, Star!” Marco gestured with his head towards the fleeing Star.

“Right” Janna gave an intoxicated salute.

“Oi” One of the players stood up “Sit back down. I wanna win my cash back.”

“Srroy.” Janna slurred “But I gotta go. Duty calls.”

“You ain’t going nowhere till I win back my money. Now sit.”

“No man” Janna glared “You sit”

Before anyone could react, Janna grabbed her winnings and tossed them into the air. There was a pause for a moment as the bills rained down across the bar.

“MINE!” A cry called out from nowhere, breaking the spellbound customers of their stupor and sending them frantically towards the fallen cash.

Janna shook her head disappointingly “So weak willed….right Star? Star….gotta stop Star...” Janna scratched her chin, glancing left and right in search of the elusive criminal.

Meanwhile, the assassin strikes furiously at Marco, each blow attempting to break his grip on him but Marco holds fast, blocking where he could and simply taking the less painful attacks.

“Tell me who you work for!” Marco shouted, pulling the assassin closer by his collar

“I’m a professional!” The assassin screeched before headbutting Marco.

Marco winced, stumbling backwards and loosening his grip on the assassin.

The assassin reached into his pocket, drawing another dagger as he straightened up.

“Ugh, of course you would have another one.” Marco gritted his teeth through the pain.

“Professionalism.” The assassin sneered as he moved his blade back and forth.

“Okay” Marco thought to himself “This is bad. Close range, nowhere to move with my opponent has a dagger, about 4 inches. Maybe if I retreated back into the room and get more space, I could fight him off. He’ll lunge at me and it’ll be the only shot I have to dodge him. Okay, I got this. Just wait for an opening and….”

The assassin took a step forward, prepping himself for his attack when….

A sharp whistle cut through the brawling symphony below, causing the assassin to flinch in surprise.

He turned in time to catch a frying pan directly to the face. He flailed uncontrollably, backing up against the wooden railing for support.

“What the…?” He growled, noticing a grinning Star waving at him with the kitchen utensil before pointing to the left.

Confused, the assassin followed the direction and found Marco racing at him full speed. He rose his arms to protect himself but it was too late: Marco tackled into him, cracking the railing behind him and sent him plunging to the room below. There was a thud and the sound of wood crunching as the assassin broke through a table.

“Nice of you to come back” Marco huffed, leaning on his knees for support.

“What? I needed a weapon.” Star motioned the pan in her hand.

“Star….I...”

Screams and the breaking of glass caught Marco’s attention. The two glanced downward only to find the assassin nowhere in sight.

Marco and Star shared a concerned glance before sighing tiredly.

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“3 minutes to boarding! 3 minutes to boarding!”

Marco shifted uneasily alongside the train car, conflicting emotions tugging at his resolve.

Since the unknown assassin had escaped into the night, Star felt it best to leave Echo Creek until the threat died down.

The trio stood outside the waiting train, the star twinkling over head. The train platform was nearly deserted though Marco kept a careful eye out in case their assailant decided to trail them from the bar.

“It was nice seeing you again Star.” Janna hiccuped, rubbing at the splitting headache she was nursing.

“Aww, it was great to see you too Janna Banana. You’re going do great on the test and you are finally going to be a real doctor.”

“Legal doctor” Janna corrected, smiling brightly at the blonde before tightly embracing her in a hug “Be safe.”

“Only for you.”

The two broke apart, Janna standing awkwardly between the detective and the outlaw.

She coughed uncomfortably “Right, I’m just gonna go….not be here.”

And with a cheery wave, Janna walked towards the station entrance.

“So...” Marco began

“Thank you” Star said with a loving softness “You still owe me two.”

“Two?” Marco scoffed “You owe me for Paris.”

“You owe me for Washington.”

“No, you caused Washington. I helped clean that up so really you owe me two.”

Star smiled playfully at him “Fine. I owe you two my sailor bold.”

“Are you sure you can’t stay?” Marco whispered, unable to keep the plea out of his voice.

Star cupped and caressed his cheek fondly “Marco, I know you’ll keep me safe but it’ll be easier if I go away for awhile. Besides, you’ll know where I am. You always do.”

“Yeah….”

Star leaned forward, kissing Marco with softly Marco wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.

“Train leaving the station! All aboard!”

The two parted slowly, gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes.

“Goodbye my sailor bold.” Star grinned mischievously.

“Goodbye princess.” Marco smiled sorrowfully.

Marco stood there in silence, watching the train shrink into the distance.

“So...” Janna cleared her throat “You ready to go home?”

Marco gave a simple nod before following Janna back onto the street.

“It’s too bad Star didn’t give you any leads to anyone who might want her dead. Would’ve been helpful”

“Right. Helpful.” Marco reached into his coat pocket, unsurprised to find a certain item missing from within and instead finding a small folded up piece of paper Star had placed there. He unfolded it, eyes narrowing at the word that she scrawled across its surface.

Toffee.

A lead but a dangerous one.

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“Excuse me miss, may I see your identification please?” The usher asked politely.

“Of course!” Star beamed, passing both her ticket and the false identity card she swiped from Marco’s pocket “I’m sorry, I was just deep in thought. I’m about to spend some time away from my husband and I already miss him.”

“Oh” The usher shifted uncomfortably “I’m sorry to hear that...” He squints at the card “…. Mrs. Diaz. I hope you see him soon.”

Star’s cheek flushed as she took back the card, her heart skipping at the sight of Star Diaz written on the paper.

“Me too.”

She sighed longingly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the item Marco had snuck in. She smiles gently at the simple sliver wedding band with a note that said “For your disguise.”

She slipped the ring onto her finger, playing with it absentmindedly as she stare out the window, Echo Creek shrinking in the distance.

“Me too.”