#look at them celebrating Junki's birthday

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too sweet

one

eddie covers his eyes as he walks out of his apartment complex in new york. the paparazzi blinds him with the flashes of their cameras as they ask him a bunch of questions. Eddie’s simply ignores them before getting into the back seat of his car as his driver takes off.

he pulls out his cell phone to call his manager. they were on their way to pick up the younger, curly haired boy.

“henderson, be outside when we pull up! i don’t want to be late. i got shit to do man.”

“yeah, what’s that? hang out with yn all day?”

he could almost hear the boy smirking. “none of your business. just be outside.” eddie ends the call before sighing.

he opens up his messages before smiling. yn had texted him a cute little photo of her holding the plush pillow he’d bought her last week. she looked adorable as always.

it’s been six amazing months with her. he fell for her so hard and fast, like no other. before dating yn, eddie had been sleeping with whoever wanted to get into the rockstars pants. he lived the rockstar dream forreal. sex, drugs, and rock and roll. his friends were either dating or married by now. eddie thought he was still to young to settle down. he’s had only been twenty-nine after all. but on his thirtieth birthday, when most of his friends from high school had canceled coming to his party, he’d been alone with strangers or some celebrities he barely even knew.

he looked around and felt alone. when he saw yn his heart skipped a beat—or maybe it was the cocaine he’d consumed just ten minutes before—and he felt alive again. at first he ignored his heart beating out of his chest and the butterflies in in stomach. he’d thought he’d just fuck her, tell her to leave his apartment the next morning, and be labeled as an asshole once more by another artist who assumed they’d start dating soon after.

yn was completely different. as soon as he approached her, she’d roll her eyes at him, call him a junkie loser, and went off to find her best friend who forced her into coming here. that made the metal head open his eyes. no woman has ever turned him down—at least not since high school—but here he was, being called out by the most beautiful woman he’d seen.

eddie had to know who was. finding out she’d been a famous rapper, he contacted her agent, got her information, and met her at an award show. when he saw her again she’d look amazing. during the after party, he walked over to her again and had to know what turned her off.

yn shrugs her shoulders and let him know she’s dated nothing but drunken, drug addicted, losers in her life and was done picking up the pieces for them. she wanted someone stable who could take care of her and visa versa. a healthier relationship where she didn’t have to babysit a man. eddie understood that. it wasn’t like he was addicted to drugs, he was addicted to partying, but he knew if he wanted a chance with yn he’d have to change.

so, he asked for a chance. she was very hesitant until she agreed three weeks later. since eddie has cleaned up his act. he stopped partying so much and started taking yn out instead. he’d take her to the fanciest restaurants, closing it down for the evening. but she wasn’t into that.

yn told him she’d be fine, perfect even, if someone would simply take her to any fast food restaurant and get the most fatty foods their were and cuddle on the couch while watching some sitcom. eddie provided her with just that. from that moment he fell for her. she wasn’t like these other hollywood superficial stuck up brats like he’d seen over the last eight years of being in the spotlight, no! she was just like him.

she grew up in texas. the neighborhood she was raised wasn’t exactly the greatest. she learned a lot from her mother but her father hadn’t been a good man and was arrested when she was just six years old. her mother died two years later in a car accident. she’d been raised by her grandmother from that moment on. eddie started to love her more and more as the time went by.

eddie had thought long and hard about asking her to move in with him. he knew they’d only been together for six months but he knows she’s it for him. all his life all he’s ever wanted love and support. he’d have it in his uncle for years, his friends, and even bought love once he became successful. but he’s never had something like this before. he wants to wake up next to her and go right back to bed the next night. eddie thought about the life they’d have together. one day he will marry her and maybe have a couple of babies running around. he knew it may seemed fast, but yn was the one. he made up his mind last night. he’s gonna ask her tonight after dinner and hope to god she says yes.

when eddie arrives to dustin’s penthouse he sees the younger boy kiss suzie before hopping in the backseat of the car next to eddie.

“hey dude!”

eddie had hired dustin to be his manager once the boy graduated high school in hawkins. dustin was someone who had amazing planning set skills, he’s organized, and unfortunately the kid was right—and very condescending about it—all the time! dustin was the perfect person to manage his schedule. on top of that he knew dustin. he would wasn’t like these hollywood elites who wanted nothing but half of your earnings for doing the bare minimum. he knew dustin wouldn’t screw him over.

“what’s on the agenda today, henderson?”

dustin grabs his folder and reads over eddie’s schedule. eddie didn’t have much planned today. he’d mostly just be doing a few meet and greets with fans, promoting corroded coffins third studio album coming out in june.

“after you’ll have the next two days to just relax. i was thinking maybe we could call up el to hang out. she’d been a little down since the break up.” dustin states.

eddie sighs.

he hated that eleven was going through this break up with mike. all those little rascals were like little siblings to him. though it felt like him and steve were more like co parents to them than anything, he loved them all unconditionally. still, he knew mike had been fighting his feelings for will for so long. it was only a matter of time before mike finally confessed to will how much he loved him. it couldn’t be easy though. with will being her step brother and both him and el still living with their parents, he knew mike would still be coming over. it sucked seeing them together, he’s certain. he remembers the same thing happening when nancy broke things off with jonathan to be with steve again.

he knew just like jonathan, el would move on and find someone for her.

“it depends how tonight goes for me.”

dustin frowns. “what’s happened tonight?”

“im gonna ask yn to move in with me.” eddie smiles hugely. dustin stares at him long and hard. he bites his bottom lip trying to keep whatever he thought to himself. eddie noticed and nudged him.

“what’s with this look, henderson?”

“it’s just—don’t you think you’re moving a little too fast? i mean you just barely said ‘i love you’ to this girl. are you sure you’re ready for this big of commitment? she hasn’t even met any of us yet.”

“yeah, so?”

“eddie, she hasn’t met wayne yet! that’s the most important person in your life. how could you be ready to move this girl in when you barely know her? im just saying, have you thought all this through?”

“dustin, you don’t get it man. ive never felt this way about anyone before. i love her and im ready to take this step. i thought it all through. every last bit of information, every pro, every con, everything man! if i wasn’t sure, one hundred percent, i wouldn’t be asking.”

dustin hums. “i just think she should meet your family first. in fact you should probably meet hers if it’s that serious.”

eddie thought about it before they pulled up to the center eddie was meeting with fans.

when eddie got home he sighs as he takes off his dirty clothes before hopping in the shower. he thought about what dustin said once more before getting out and ready for his date.

he knew how he felt for yn. he knew she was the one for him. he knew he wanted her here everyday, but dustin had a point.

wayne wasn’t just his uncle. he’d been the man that raised him when his mom ran off with some rich asshole and his dad got arrested for nearly killing someone. wayne was more of a father than his real dad. he was the most important person in his life along with the rest of the people from hawkins. they were his family. if he wanted yn to be apart of his life he’d have to introduce them at some point. eddie smiles as he texted everyone, letting them know he’s having a get together im hawkins soon and everyone better show up or he’d knock on their doors and force them onto the plane himself.

when he heard his door bell ring he got up and opened the door. there stood his beautiful girlfriend. yn smiles shyly as always before eddie kisses her cheek and allows her in.

“you look amazing, sweetheart. absolutely gorgeous as always.” eddie states.

“thanks, eds. you look handsome as always.”

“sorry im running a little late, babe. i had to sign a few autographs and take some photos.”

“yeah? how were the fans?”

“amazing as always! they’re all excited about the album coming. one of them asked about you.”

yn blush. they’d been keeping their relationship a secret for awhile now. it wasn’t too much of a secret, really. they’d been seen going out to dinner, having lunch, walking hand and hand occasionally. it was out there, but neither of them confirmed nor denied the rumors. though they did recently had their fans go crazy. eddie had only been following corroded coffins official page for years. recently he followed yn. yn on the other hand hadn’t followed anyone until she followed eddie back. the internet is losing their shit over eddie and yn new found relationship. the two didn’t mind though. they loved their fans but they also loved a little chaos and drama more.

“yeah? what’d they say?”

“they said my girlfriend is the prettiest woman out there and asked if we’re ever gonna confirm we’re dating.” eddie wraps his arms around her waist.

“hmm, what did you say in response?”

“i just said thank you and took the photo.”

“not suspicious at all.”

“i don’t think so.” eddie said smugly.

yn kisses him passionately. eddie hums before pulling away while yn groans. “later. i wanna take my beautiful girl out, show the world she’s mine, then bring her back home and maybe dance to some cheesy ass song, yeah?”

“that sounds great, eds. come on! im starved.”

eddie chuckles before grabbing his keys as the couple leave his penthouse and head out to dinner.

um—do you guys like this? is it worth asking if you want to be on the taglist? i kind a just stopped asking and stopped adding people to any taglist because i thought maybe my stories weren’t that good.

im self doubting honestly. i even thought about quitting and deleting everything i wrote. idk anymore.

anyway, tell me how you feel. hope you like it, really.

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A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 4) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Nine: Deadly Surprise

Summary: Lestrade pulls the Holmses into another case, but they find something more interesting to pursue.

            “Hi,” said Lestrade.

            “Afternoon,” said John.

            He entered 221B. Lestrade was ready to explain his latest case, but he had to wait for John to arrive since (Y/N) and Sherlock wouldn’t start working on their case without John.

            “He says you’ve got a good one, Greg,” said John.

            “Oh, yeah,” confirmed Lestrade. He sat down in the client chair. “It was David Welsborough’s fiftieth birthday. He’s celebrating, there’s a party going on, everyone’s having a great time. He even gets a call from his son. His son wishes him happy birthday before he asks for his father to check something on his car to settle a bet with his friends about some decoration. David Welsborough goes out, takes a photo of the decoration for his son, and sends it to him.”

            “A week later, something really weird happens,” continued Lestrade. “Drunk driver, he’s totally smashed. The cops are chasing him. And he turns into the drive of the Welsborough house to try and get away. Unfortunately, his car hit the son’s parked car, a spark hit dripping petrol, and the whole thing went up in a blaze. The drunk guy survived. They managed to pull him out, but when they put the fire out and examined the parked car, there was a body.”

            John frowned and leaned forward. “Whose body?”

            “The son,” said Lestrade.

            “What?” said John.

            “The son who was in Tibet,” said Lestrade. “DNA all checks out. Night of the party the car is empty. Then a week later, the dead body is found at the wheel.”

            Sherlock chuckled, and (Y/N) cocked their head as they ate a lollipop.

            “Yeah, I thought it’d tickle you,” said Lestrade.

            “You got a lab report?” said John.

            “Yeah, Charlie Welsborough’s the son of a cabinet minister, so I’m under a lot of pressure to get results,” said Lestrade.

            “Tell me about the seats,” said (Y/N).

            “The car seats?” said Lestrade.

            “Yes,” said (Y/N).

            Sherlock nodded, held out their hand, and took the folder from Lestrade. He flipped through it and showed the pages to (Y/N).

            “Made of vinyl,” said Sherlock.

            “Two different types of vinyl present,” said (Y/N).

            They exchanged a look.

            “Was it his car? The son’s?” said (Y/N).

            “Yeah, not flash. He was a student,” said Lestrade.

            “Well, that’s suggestive,” said Sherlock.

            “Why?” said Lestrade.

            “Vinyl’s cheaper than leather,” said Sherlock.

            “Yeah, right,” said Lestrade.

            “There’s something else,” said John, looking at the medical report.

            “Yes?” said (Y/N).

            “According to this, Charlie Welsborough had already been dead a week,” said John.

            (Y/N) twirled their lollipop in satisfaction at the news. “Excellent.”

            “Is it my birthday? Is that why we get such a good one?” Sherlock grinned.

            Lestrade heaved a sigh.

            “You want help?” said Sherlock.

            “Yes, please,” said Lestrade.

            “One condition,” said Sherlock.

            “Okay,” said Lestrade.

            “Take all the credit,” said Sherlock. “It gets boring if we just solve them all.”

            “Yeah, you say that, and then John blogs about it, and you get all the credit anyway,” said Lestrade, rolling his eyes.

            John chuckled. “He’s got a point.”

            “Which makes me look like some prima donna who insists on getting credit for something he didn’t do,” said Lestrade.

            “Well, I think you’ve hit a sore spot, Sherlock,” teased John.

            “Like I’m some sort of credit junkie!” Lestrade was still grumbling.

            “Definitely a sore spot,” said John.

            “So, you take all the glory, thank you,” huffed Lestrade.

            “Okay,” said Sherlock, holding up his hands.

            “Thanks all the same.” Lestrade sighed. “Just solve the bloody thing, will you? It’s driving me nuts.”

            “Anything you say, Giles,” said Sherlock. (Y/N) and John looked at Sherlock in alarm, and Lestrade glowered. “Just kidding.” As Lestrade put his papers away, Sherlock mouthed to John, “What’s his name?”

            “Greg,” mouthed John.

            Lestrade looked back up, and everyone pretended to look innocent.

            “It’s obvious what happened, isn’t it?” said John.

            (Y/N) tilted their head. Did he get it, this time?

            “John, you amaze me. You know what happened?” said Sherlock.

            “Not a clue, it’s just you normally say that at this point,” said John. (Y/N) snorted.

            “Well.” Sherlock stood. “Let’s help you solve your little problem, Greg.”

            Lestrade blinked. “You hear that?” He had gotten his name right.

            “I know,” said John.

            (Y/N) just hummed innocently and grabbed their sweater.

            “So, how’s it going then, fatherhood?” said Lestrade.

            “Oh, good, great. It’s amazing,” said John.

            “Getting any sleep?” said Lestrade, amused.

            “Christ, no,” said John.

            “You at the beck and call of a screaming, demanding baby, woken up all hours to obey their every whim?” said Lestrade, glancing at Sherlock with a smirk. “Must feel very different.”

            “I’m sorry, what?” said Sherlock.

            “Yes, well, you know how it is,” said John, going along with the joke. “All you do is clean up their mess. Pat them on the head.”

            Sherlock was indignant. “(Y/N) was never like that.”

            “You got them as a teenager,” said John.

            “Fair enough,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “Not that they’re much better,” said John.

            “Hey.” (Y/N) frowned.

            John and Lestrade laughed out loud.

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            “Charlie’s family is pretty cut up about it, as you’d expect,” said Lestrade as he led the way up the drive to the Welsborough house. “So go easy on them, yeah?”

            “You know me,” said Sherlock.

            “Does going easy mean ignoring facts if they are ‘uncomfortable?’ That isn’t practical,” said (Y/N).

            Lestrade sighed.

            “Hi, hello,” said John, answering the phone. “Got ‘em, don’t worry. Pampers, the creams you can’t get from Boots.”

            “Yeah, never mind about that,” said Mary over the phone. “Where are you now? At the dead boy’s house?”

            “Yeah,” said John.

            “What does he think, any theories?” said Mary.

            “Uh, I texted you the details,” said John.

            “Yeah, two different types of vinyl,” said Mary.

            “How do you know about that?” said (Y/N) curiously.

            “Oh, you’d be amazed at what a receptionist picks up,” said Mary mysteriously. “They know everything.”

            “Solved it, then?” said Sherlock.

            “I’m working on it,” said Mary.

            “Oh, Mary, motherhood’s slowing you down,” teased Sherlock.

            “Pig,” said Mary, equally as playful.

            “Keep trying,” said Sherlock.

            “So, what about it, then? An empty car that suddenly has a week old corpse in it,” said Mary to John. “What are you gonna call this one?”

            “Oh, ‘The Ghost Driver,’ ” said John.

            “Don’t give it a title,” said Sherlock.

            “People like the titles,” said John.

            “I hate the titles,” said Sherlock. “(Y/N), tell him.”

            “Dad hates the titles,” said (Y/N).

            “I meant say that you don’t like them—”

            “I don’t care,” said (Y/N).

            “—but thank you all the same,” said Sherlock.

            “Give the people what they want,” said John.

            “No, never do that. People are stupid,” said Sherlock.

            “You do everything (Y/N) wants,” said John.

            “And (Y/N) is clever,” said Sherlock as if it was obvious (and it was).

            He walked into the room with the Welsborough’s, and John rolled his eyes before turning off his phone. (Y/N) was pleased with the praise and followed Sherlock. Lestrade was amused by the entire family.

            “Mr. and Mrs. Welsborough,” introduced Lestrade.

            “I really am most terribly sorry to hear about your daughter,” said Sherlock confidently. (Y/N) was already looking around the room carefully.

            “Son,” said John.

            “Son,” said Sherlock.

            “Mr. and Mrs. Welsborough, this is Sherlock and (Y/N) Holmes,” said Lestrade. (Y/N) straightened at the name proudly.

            “Thank you very much for coming,” said Mr. Welsborough. “We’ve heard a great deal about you. If anyone can throw any light into this darkness, surely it will be you.”

            “Well, I believe that we can,” said Sherlock. He smiled while looking at (Y/N) and then frowned.

            (Y/N) stared at a small sidetable. It had a bunch of pictures of Margaret Thatcher on it, but something felt missing. It was a shrine of sort, but the pattern was off. (Y/N) could feel it.

            “(Y/N)?” said Sherlock.

            (Y/N) blinked and refocused. “What?” They looked at the Welsboroughs. “Were you saying something?”

            Mr. Welsborough cleared his throat. “Well, Charlie was our whole world.” He held his wife close. “I-I don’t think we’ll get over this.”

            Sherlock looked at (Y/N) as they got distracted once again. He looked at the Welsboroughs. “So, sorry, will you excuse us for a moment?”

            (Y/N) walked towards the table, and Sherlock followed. John, confused, trailed after them.

            “What’s wrong?” sighed John.

            “Something’s off,” said (Y/N). “This table is wrong.”

            “How?” said John.

            “Not sure yet,” said (Y/N).

            “You’re relying on your gut?” said John.

            “Gut feelings represent data processed too fast for the conscious mind to comprehend,” said Sherlock. “(Y/N), try to narrow it down.”

            “Something is missing. The pattern,” said (Y/N). “It’s wrong.” They looked at the Welsboroughs. “What is this?”

            “It’s a sort of shrine, really, I suppose,” said Mr. Welsborough, confused. “Big fan of Mrs. T. Big hero of mine when I was getting started.”

            Ew.

            “Right. Yes,” said Sherlock. He paused. “Who?”

            “What?” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “Who, who is this?” said Sherlock.

            “Are you serious?” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “Sherlock,” said John warningly.

            “It’s Margaret Thatcher,” said Mr. Welsborough coldly. “The first female Prime Minister of this country.”

            “Right. Prime Minister?” said Sherlock.

            “Leader of the government,” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “Right,” said Sherlock.

            “For God’s sake, you know perfectly well who she is,” said John.

            “I know who she is,” said (Y/N). “She’s—”

            John covered their mouth before they said something about Thatcher’s politics that would offend Mr. Welsborough. Only when they stopped trying to talk did he uncover their mouth.

            “Focus on the case or whatever this whole thing is about,” said John. “Are you sure it’s not nothing?”

            “(Y/N) is right. The gap is wrong,” said Sherlock. “The whole thing’s verging on OCD, which makes sense because (Y/N) is neurodivergent so was more likely to notice that it’s off instead of just a gut instinct. This figurine is routinely repositioned after the cleaner’s been, and this picture’s straightened every day.”

            “But this ugly gap remains,” said (Y/N). “Something’s missing, recently enough that it hasn’t been filled in.”

            “Yes, a plaster bust,” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “A plaster bust,” repeated (Y/N).

            “Oh, for god’s sake, it got broken,” said Mrs. Welsborough, irritated. “What the hell has this got to do with Charlie?”

            “Rug,” said (Y/N), now so far past the Charlie case that they were barely paying attention.

            “What?” said Mrs. Welsborough.

            “It can’t have broken here. There’s a rug on the floor thick enough to protect from cracking should it fall, and the force of the fall wouldn’t be enough to overcome the rug softening the landing,” said (Y/N).

            “Does it matter?” snapped Mrs. Welsborough.

            “Mrs. Welsborough, my apologies. It is worth letting them do this,” said John.

            “Are your friends quite mad?” she exclaimed.

            “No, they’re assholes, but it’s an easy mistake,” said John.

            “Look, no, we had a break-in,” said Mr. Welsborough. “Some little bastard smashed it to bits. We found the remains out there on the porch.”

            “The porch where we came in?” said Sherlock, feeling his instincts telling him to look at this more closely.

            “How anybody could hate her so much, they’d go to the trouble of smashing her likeness,” said Mr. Welsborough. “I don’t know.”

            Again, (Y/N) opened their mouth to give the facts, and John covered their mouth.

            “Why didn’t they smash the rest? Why only the bust?” said Sherlock, looking at the rest of the undisturbed shrine.

            “Oh, Inspector, this is clearly a waste of time,” said Mrs. Welsborough. “That stupid teenager is simply causing trouble and disrespecting—”

            “We know what happened to your son,” said Sherlock, not standing for anyone insulting (Y/N).

            “You do?” said Mrs. Welsborough.

            “It’s quite simple. Superficial, to be blunt,” said Sherlock. “But first, tell me, the night of the break-in. This room was in darkness?”

            “Well, yes,” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “And the porch where it was smashed, I noticed the motion sensor was damaged. So, I assume the light there is permanently lit?” said Sherlock.

            “How did you notice that?” said Lestrade.

            “We lack the arrogance to overlook details,” said (Y/N).

            “So you’re saying the thief smashed it where they could see it?” said John.

            (Y/N) nodded in confirmation.

            “Why?” said John.

            “Don’t know,” said Sherlock. “Wouldn’t it be fun if we knew?”

            Maybe to search inside the bust? But for what, no clue, thought (Y/N).

            “Mr. Holmes, please!” said Mrs. Welsborough.

            Sherlock sighed and looked at (Y/N). “Go ahead. Solve the case” If Mrs. Welsborough wanted to insult them, then he would have (Y/N) prove just how smart they were (and stick it to her).

            “It was your fiftieth birthday, and you were disappointed that your son hadn’t made it back from his gap year,” said (Y/N), looking at Mr. Welsborough. “Because he was supposed to be in Tibet.”

            “He was,” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “No,” said (Y/N).

            “No?” Mr. Welsborough furrowed his brow.

            “The first part of your conversation was a pre-recorded video,” said (Y/N). “Easy enough, especially with a parent in a generation unaccustomed to using editing software or technology for pranks. But this trick was going to be a surprise.”

            “Trick?” said Mr. Welsborough.

            “Obviously,” said (Y/N). They held up two fingers. “There were two types of vinyl in the remains of the car. One was the car seat. The other was a good copy. It was basically a costume.”

            “You’re joking,” breathed Mr. Welsborough. His face had fallen.

            “I’m not,” said (Y/N). “All he wanted was for you to get close enough to the car so he could surprise you.” They paused. “But something went wrong. I can’t be sure quite yet, but we suspect Charlie suffered some sort of seizure. He had been feeling unwell. He died there and then. No one had any reason to go near the car, so he remained there until the accident with the drunk driver. The fire revealed that he had been there all along.”

            “Oh, god.” Mrs. Welsborough sobbed.

            “Poor kid,” murmured Lestrade.

            “Really, I am very sorry,” said Sherlock. He bowed his head. “Mrs. Welsborough, Mr. Welsborough.” He exited the room with (Y/N).

            John followed, expecting to find them leaving. No, they were crouching outside on the porch examining the ground.

            “This is where it was smashed,” said Sherlock.

            “That was amazing,” said Lestrade, chasing the group out after giving his condolences to the Welsboroughs.

            “What was?” said (Y/N).

            “The car, the kid,” said Lestrade.

            “It was obvious,” said (Y/N).

            “What’s so important about a broken bust of Margaret Thatcher?” said John.

            “Can’t stand it. Never can,” said Sherlock. “There’s a loose thread in the world.”

            “Doesn’t mean you have to pull on it,” said John.

            “What kind of life would that be?” said (Y/N), smiling.

            John groaned. The Holmses really were the most exhausting family in the world sometimes.

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[sherlollyandspoilers]

We're worth it, Chapter 22, January 6th and 9th

Chapters 1 through 21 of We’re worth it can be found here. Here be Dragons is the original fic that this fic is a companion piece for - HBD timeline: beginning of Chapter 18

A couple days later, January 6th

Molly’s phone chimed.

Baker Street 630 – S

You really want to celebrate your birthday at Baker Street? - M

Yes – S

630 – S

Molly stood at the bottom of the stairs, cursing herself for hesitating. All of the moments of when she had been here before flooded through her mind. The night she had come looking for answers, the day she had called him a junkie, and a year ago when she thought it would be the last time they were together. She hadn’t been back since. The guilt and shame she felt about those days were still overwhelming at times but they were working on it.

Snapping out of her head she noticed a note was tapped to the banister, Sherlock’s writing scrawled across it.

Stop over thinking. It’s my birthday.

She shook her head, smiling at how well he knew her. Tucking the note in her bag she hurried up the stairs.

He guided her over to the chair and helped her sit down as he knelt in front of her. “I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about everything that you have said to me here, in this room...the good and the bad.” She swallowed hard, the guilt and shame threatening to swim back in again. “I’ve also spent a lot of time thinking about everything that I have done to make you say those things….I once said to you that I wanted to be better. I had no clue then what it would take but I’m working on it now. You have given me a reason to be better.” Reaching into his pocket he pulled out her ring box. “I’m not perfect, but neither are you and while I could list everything that I adore about you, that is the thing that I love the most.” 

Tears were streaming down her face as she looked at him. Of everything she had been anticipating for tonight, this had not been it.

“Before you say anything else,” she interrupted, “I need to say this…I never expected you.” She placed a hand on his cheek. “What I had imagined for my life never came close to this…if someone had told me that I would love someone, care for someone, like I do for you, like I crave you, I wouldn’t have been able to believe them.” She rubbed her thumb across his lips. “Sherlock Holmes, what I feel for you…this is a once in a lifetime thing and I don’t want to miss a second of it again.”

“Molly Hooper,” he smiled before opening the box, “will you marry me?”

“Yes, of course, yes!”

--

January 9th

“This has been a long time coming for you both.” June smiled as Molly showed her the engagement ring. “Anything either of you feel you want to discuss with this?” They both gave her confused looks. “Don’t give me those looks…you know how you two are.”

Molly considered this for a moment, before nodding in agreement. “Right before you forgave me for keeping my pregnancy a secret, I asked you when I was getting my ring back.” She turned to Sherlock and he waited for her to go on. “You told me that you still had things to do before you deserved to see it on my hand…do you mind sharing what those things were?”

He gave her a curt nod. “I had felt like a failure as a father to Willamina and even to Greyson before he was born along with feeling like a failure as your partner…and while I still question almost every move I make, I can feel your trust and I know that you see the changes I am making to be better for us…I knew I wanted to give you the ring back after we discussed the kids staying home with me.”

June nodded. “You are starting to see yourself the way Molly sees you.”

Sherlock gave her a skeptical look. “I don’t know that I would go as far as to say that…sometimes I still think she is making a mistake being with me.” Molly scoffed, offended by the idea.

June rolled her eyes at him, “You two really just want to make sure that I have a job for a long time, don’t you?”

@simplyshelbs16xoxo here you go! I have two more chapters already written - just need time to edit :)

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We here at Marvel Rare Pair Bingo want to wish Bucky Barnes a happy birthday. He’s been a fan favorite in the MCU for a while and in celebration of his special day we put together a master list of fics that were created during round one of the Marvel Rare Pair bingo (along with our brief Valentine mini-event) featuring some of Bucky’s rare pairings since our bingo began. Below the cut you can take a look at some earlier submissions to get your Bucky rare pair fix! Plus, if you are thinking that you’d like to create some rare pairing stories for Bucky, please feel free to check us out here as Round 2 of our bingo is just starting and we’d love to have you with us!

Author: endlesstwanted Title: Darcy's Lucky Day. Chapter 3: Anonymous Miracles Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: L1 — Secret crush (card #3) Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis Rating: Gen (full work is Teen) Warnings: Modern Setting AU, Valentine's Day, Dorms, Pining Summary: A no reunions restriction brings some old allies back together. Word Count: 1554 (chapter three) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44468704/chapters/114131668

Author: Jimothy Title: A Christmas Miracle Card #: 4 Square Filled: Wedding Band Pairing: Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter & Bucky Barnes Rating: Gen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Even after his death, Steve is still taking care of them. Word Count: 6955 Link: https://www.tumblr.com/captainjimothycarter/708993310023417856/a-christmas-miracle?source=share

Author: Rayne Title: Dating or Mating Card #:10 Square Filled: O1 - biting/sucking Pairing: Loki/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Bucky told Steve going on a blind date was a bad idea. Of course his friend nagged and pushed until he agreed to go through with it though. Lucky for him his date is equally as displeased with the arrangement. As a result though the two of them find themselves in a different arrangement. One that makes him continue to question what his life even is and why he didn’t stop after the first basket of chicken wings. Word Count: 6327 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44969845 Author: Sivan325 Title: Keep Fighting Card #:6 Square Filled: O1 / Do You Believe in Magic? Pairing: Loki/Bucky Barnes Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply/Violence Summary: Once and while, they have given him a pencil and scroll, to write for the higher alpha, knowing very well that he might not get an answer, since he has been called worthless during the years, and the fact he wasn’t claimed just added to the wound like a salt to the pain. Word Count: 1109 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44980618

Title: Adrenaline Junkie Author:  TrashficParlour Card #: MRP-005 Square Filled: O4: Adrenaline Junkie Pairing: Bruce Banner/James “Bucky” Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, College AU, No Powers, Public Sex, Mentions of Bullying, Self Esteem Issues Summary: Bucky liked to take risks. maybe asking out Bruce was the best one he’s taken so far. Word Count: 1816 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43503052

Title: Each one will tell you a story Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: B4: Scars Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/John Walker Rating: Teen Warnings: Developing Relationship, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Abuse Summary: In a moment of quiet, Bucky lets John explore the scars on his body. Word Count: 1207 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43768479

Title: The Gift that Keeps on Giving Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: O3: Rescue Mission Pairing: Bucky Barnes & James Rhodes (non-romantic), Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark, James Rhodes/Pepper Potts Rating: Teen Warnings: Gift Giving, Reluctant Friendship, Mishaps, Adult Content, Monsters, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Enemies to Friends, sexual innuendo, Supernatural Elements, Bucky and Rhodey’s reluctant friendship in the making Summary: When Tony goes away with a team on a mission, Tony decides to encourage his fiancé Bucky and his best friend Rhodey to get closer to each other with a series of gifts scattered around the tower encouraging them to spend time together. In doing so one of Tony’s gifts has surprising consequences as Bucky and Rhodey are forced to work together to face down one of Tony’s exotic presents in a grueling battle. When Tony returns will his plan bring Bucky and Rhodey closer together in forming a friendship or will disaster follow? Word Count: 9952 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42940212

Title:Three Things Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: I3: “I Won’t Wait Forever”, G4: “You’re gonna have to earn it”, I4 Missing Person Returns, B4: Surprise Party Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Peter Parker friendship, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Warnings: Adult Content, Swearing Summary: Bucky Barnes has been doing what he can to push forward in finding a way to achieve peace in the world around him after life has pulled him in a new direction. It’s holiday season and a chance meeting brings Bucky into connection with a kid who could use a little help and leads him closer to the three important things that he’s missing in his life as spelled out by Sam in an appeal to get Bucky to embrace life. Peter Parker is down on his luck after life threw him an unexpected curve. He’s not looking for handouts, but when Bucky offers him friendship and a place to stay, Peter finds himself hoping for a return to the joys he’s lost along the way. Word Count: 3167 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43743691/chapters/110000083/

Title: Movie Night Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: N2: Movie Night Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Warnings: Domestic Fluff, Family Feels, Family Bonding, Kissing, Hair Braiding Summary: Bucky and Tony begin date night with plans for a night filled with horror movies and time together, but Alpine and Morgan have other plans that bring them all together as a family. Word Count: 4320 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42326265/

Title: More For Every Moment

Card Number: MRP-034 Square Filled: B4 Bath/Shower Pairing: Bucky Barnes/M'Baku Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: Just like all of M’Baku’s other short trips to visit T’Challa, the Alpha stays at his new apartment the night before so they can visit with each other before he leaves once more for Jabari Land. Visiting meaning fucking each other silly every moment they can manage to satisfy them while they are apart. Bucky appreciates every single second, secretly hoping they never come to an end despite how unorthodox their “not a relationship” relationship is. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41870247

Title: Firestorm (Chapter 10)

Card #: MRP131 Square FIlled: Free Square Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: M Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mistaken Identity, From Sex to Love, Misunderstandings, Murder Mystery, Canon Divergence Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe-Firefighters, Light Angst, Swearing, Arson Summary: Bucky’s catches up with Wanda before his past returns to haunt him. As an old enemy makes his way into Bucky’s new life, it seems that the past is closing in upon him. Meanwhile Tony faces Pepper the day after rushing off from a meeting. In Tony’s return to his office, there’s a package waiting for him. What does it mean to the future? Word Count: Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38737926/chapters/103344954

Title: One More Cup Of Coffee

Author: Marvel_Kitten Card #:MRP-0025 Square Filled: G1- Coffee shop AU Pairing: Bucky/M'Baku Rating: Explicit Warnings: Coffee shop AU; getting back together; fluff and hurt/comfort; Explicit sexual content Summary: One rainy afternoon in New York City changes everything for M'Baku. He’s always known that James Barnes has his share of secrets. But if he wants to keep him this time, he’ll have to keep his secrets too, and there’s no telling where those secrets will lead. Word Count:1685 Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/40816416

Title: I’ll Get You Back

Author:GODESTof3WORLDS Card #:MRP-004 Square Filled: I1- Isolation/Loneliness Pairing:Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes (Winteriron) Rating: Gen Warnings: Amnesia, Hurt No Comfort, Tears Summary: I finally find the love of my life and he doesn’t even remember me. Maybe it’s my payment for all my sins. To love but never get loved back. It’s a sick joke. Word Count: 879 Link: here

Title: my world; a gray multi-colored love letter

Pairing:Darcy Lewis/ Natasha Romanoff/ Bucky Barnes

Rating:NSFW

A/N:I decided to combine the idea of two soulmate AU prompts I found:  the first one is

Greyto multi-coloured- only being able to see grey until they meet their soulmate.

But I switched out the color aspect, instead  your world remains gray even when you meet your soulmate, but you can see flickers of color…but it’s often triggered by a strong emotion or trauma.

Image Credits:Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google

ImagesCreated For: @marvelrarepairbingo2022 : B4- Love Letters

Link: https://sadbi-hours.tumblr.com/post/696232329218260992/title-my-world-a-gray-multi-colored-love-letter

Title: Up In the Air

Author: ScottxLogan  Card #:MRP-131 Square Filled: I-2 “You saved me.” Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: M Warnings:Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mile High Club, Sexual Content,  Foot Massage, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Bonding, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Protective Bucky Barnes, Hurt Tony Stark, Mild Hurt/Comfort Summary: When a threat is made against Tony’s life, he is forced to leave New York and retreat to a private island with Bucky at his side serving as his bodyguard. Although the two have come a long way with one another during the time Bucky has been protecting Tony, it seems that the flight to their destination brings them closer in ways that neither had anticipated moving forward. A quiet conversation leads to awakenings between them as Tony finds himself tempted to explore new heights with Bucky. Could this be the real thing happening between them? Word Count:12343 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40435989

Title: FireStorm (Chapter 6)

Author: ScottxLogan Card #:MRP-131 Square Filled:O-1 You’re a terrible liar.” Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: E Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mistaken Identity, From Sex to Love, Misunderstandings, Murder Mystery, Canon Divergence Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe-Firefighters, Light Angst, Swearing, Arson Summary: Poker night finally winds down and in the aftermath both Bucky and Tony are left to face the consequences of their actions. Will their risky gamble bring them closer together or tear them further apart once a winner is named? Once the results are in everything changes for both men in ways that neither can turn back from. Word Count: Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38737926/chapters/100931856

Title: FireStorm (Chapter 7)

Author: ScottxLogan Card #: MRP-131 Square Filled: N-4 Heartbreaking Confession Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: E Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mistaken Identity, From Sex to Love, Misunderstandings, Murder Mystery, Canon Divergence Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe-Firefighters, Light Angst, Swearing, Arson Summary: Tony and Bucky’s quiet aftermath together is filled with tenderness and confessions that lead Tony down a road that he fears he may never be able to turn back from. After his night with Bucky, Tony’s past comes back to haunt him as he puts the wheels in motion on a plan that may change everything forever. Word Count: 7347 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38737926/chapters/101772033

Title: Home Again (Chapter 17)

Card #:MRP131 Square FIlled: O5 Hold My Hand  Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark  Rating: M Warnings: Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence-Avengers:Endgame (Movie), Bucky Barnes Needs a Hugh, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe-Canon Diverence, References to Depression, Bucky Barnes has PTSD, Tony Stark Needs a Huh, Pre-Relationship, Angst with a happy ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst and Romance, Blood Loss, Adult Content, Explicit Language, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Blood and Injury, Past Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Friendship, Protective Happy Hogan, Bucky Barnes Has Panic Attacks, Bucky Barnes Has Nightmares, Dreams and Nightmares, Slow Burn, Sexual Content, Sexual Tension Summary: Tony and Morgan’s reunion is filled with questions as they bond with one another. When a surprise guest arrives in the lab, will it mean the end of the new beginning for Tony and Bucky together? Word Count: 11693  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38259688/chapters/101887530 Title: Being trapped in elevator isn’t so bad! Author:  KiAnLake Card #: MRB010 Square FIlled: N5 Trapped in the Elevator Pairing: James “Bucky” Barnes/Scott Summers Rating: T Warnings: None Summary: Bucky supposed to find a gift for a friend but after getting stuck in the elevator with Scott Summers. He discovered something interesting from him and gained something more. Word Count: 2,028 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39787008 Title: Would You Be The Alan To My Ellie? Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: Adopted “Hey we should do a couples' costume.” “But we're not a couple, though.” “We could become a couple?” Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sarah Wilson Rating: Gen Warnings/Tags: N/A, Banter, Acts of Kindness, Pre-Relationship Summary: After everyone else paired up thinking that he wouldn’t be interested in it, Bucky is decided to win the Avenger annual Halloween costume contest. He only needs to find 1) a partner, and 2) matching costumes. Word Count: 1722 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45550180 Title: Happy Bucky Day Author: endlesstwanted Card #: MRP-031 Square Filled: I4: Hopelessly outnumbered Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes & Thunderbolts (MCU lineup) Rating: Gen Warnings: N/A, Team Bonding, Surprises, Birthday Party, Team as Family Summary: Bucky knows the Thunderbolts are up to something. For once, he doesn’t mind. Word Count: 1656 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45647839

Title: Finding the Perfect Alpha Author: Sivan Card #: 039 Square Filled: I4: omegaverse Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: none, Omegaverse, airplane sex, light angst, domestic fluff Summary: “You did it for me?” Bucky asked, and covered his omega with kisses. Word Count: 2298 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45649237

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[nightcitytruecrime]

Episode Transcript: March 17th, 2061, Sundance Bar

It’s August 16th, 2060, in Night City, California, and it’s Jane Doe’s thirtieth birthday. Thirty is a big milestone. Especially around these parts. Not everyone makes it that far. Most of us would be content to celebrate at home, surrounded by friends and family and maybe a cake picked up from the local Oasis-mart. The more adventurous among us might go for a night on the town. If you have money, you might visit a rooftop bar in Pacifica — I’ve heard Villa Nouva is particularly nice! It’s on a high rise tall enough to get you out of a lot of the smog — if not, maybe just a local joint, or a club. Few would willingly venture into the festering bowles of the combat zone, at least not anyone sane. You’d have to be a special type of adrenaline junkie to plunge straight first into the prowling grounds of Night City’s nastiest gangs and cartels. 

But Jane Doe wasn’t. Not by a long shot. Jane Doe was a Beavervillian. She grew up in the suburbs with a white picket fence, went to NCU to study engineering, got a stable job at Rocklin Augmentics, moved up the corporate ladder until she was solidly middle management. She had probably been in the combat zone maybe five times in her whole life, if even. So it begs the question: why on earth would Jane Doe — country-club corpo kid Jane Doe — of all people, choose to spend the night of her thirtieth not at her executive zone con-apt, not a fancy Marina boardwalk strip, not even at Pacifica Playground, but in the middle of the god-damned combat zone? 

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Garden Patch Kids, I know you hate it when I do this, but I have to start the episode with a quick disclaimer. This case is high profile. I’m talking high high profile. And after the legal fiasco with the California Kitchen Killings last year, I’m really not looking to get sued. So, just keep in mind, all of this is alleged. I’ve also given all identifiable people and places pseudonyms, so please respect the victim’s privacy. Anyways, do as the show says, and take all of this with a grain of salt. Let’s get into it. 

If you ever find yourself in Little China, there are a few places you can go where you’re less likely to be caught in a gang war — that’s not to say you won’t be caught in a gang war, it’s Night City, but the chance is less. The Sundance Bar, as I’m going to call it, is among them. 

Sundance Bar is the go-to spot for all you corpo-rats looking to chase serious thrills without getting into serious danger. This place is the ultimate vice-den, let me tell you. It’d make even your hot alt input clutch their pearls. But this place is popular. Line out the door and around the block popular. You better be rich, famous, or smoking hot if you want to get in on a Friday night. Good thing Jane Doe’s birthday was on a Monday, so they would actually admit her. Or maybe not so good. Not so good, indeed. I want to be clear when I say this, because we’re not here to slander victims, so you all should know that Jane Doe was not a junkie. Sure, sometimes she’d microdose speed at work — but let’s be honest, who high up on the corporate ladder hasn’t — and sure, she liked to get loose sometimes, but she wasn’t a junkie. She was just your standard, fun-loving, thrill-seeking choom. Jane Doe’s friends, though? They would have called her a junkie. They were prudes. Real stick in the mud, what crawled up your ass and died, types. Someone could be drinking smash and they’d turn up their nose and scoff like bougie aristocrats. So going to Sundance with her friends was kind of a no-go. And Jane Doe wasn’t social enough to find a new crew to join her bar-hopping for a night. Especially not since she broke up with her mainline of 5 years. Our girl was going through it. 

But of course, she really wanted to go to this bar. Dead set on it, heh. We’re not entirely sure why? Some of her friends on the patch claim she wanted to meet a celebrity who frequented the place. Personally, I think she just wanted to go and get wasted in her best dress surrounded by hot people and blasting music. Whatever her motivation was, though, Jane Doe went to the bar alone. She told a few of her friends she’d be going — she wasn’t an idiot. She took the N-cart in with her nice heels and some hangover-cure in her bag. She was last seen by the CCTV walking down East Water Street in a sparkly black cocktail number at 9:13 PM. She would not come out of the bar again. A lot of people really want to know just what happened to Jane Doe inside Sundance. After all, that’s kind of the juicy part of the story, right? But in all my research, and trust me, I did a lot, I could not find a single person who had any clue what went down that night besides the usual bar affairs. In fact, I went to the place myself, scoped it out, and I was pretty unsuccessful in finding anything too strange. I did see that the mirrors in the bathroom were all two sided, but that’s not super unusual in these types of places. Anyways, point is, we have no clue what happened in that bar. 

What we do know, however, is that Jane Doe went radio silent following her 30th. Garden Patch Kids, you know when you have someone you talk to daily, and suddenly, you’re not hearing from them for a little bit? Some of you might freak out after the first day, but I’d say most of us don’t start to worry until we see that they’ve been inactive for a week or so. Stuff comes up in people’s lives, sometimes you’re just not on the phone. But the thing about Jane Doe was that she didn’t really have people she spoke with on a daily basis. Her job was cushy enough that she could live alone in her executive zone con-apt, she had just broken up with her mainline, they weren’t exactly on speaking terms, she called her family maybe once a month. It took two weeks for anyone to file a missing person’s case. How come? Jane Doe was using the PTO she’d saved up to take some time off around her birthday. It wasn’t until a few days after her vacation expired that her job got antsy enough to send their lackeys to her door and drag her into work. Only, when they got to her house, she wasn’t in it. And it’s not like it looked like she had freshened it up in preparation for some long trip. Her car was still in the driveway, she had leftovers in the almost fully-stocked fridge, her laundry hamper was packed with clothes, she still had suitcases in her closet. Rocklin reached out to her family, called every line they could, sent emails. Nothing. Nada. Poof! She disappeared. 

Her parents find out about the whole missing thing, and they obviously freak the fuck out. They file a missing persons report and they’re all up in the lawmen’s faces asking every question under the sun about how the investigation is going. At first it seems like they’re making really good progress. They find a string of text messages between Jane Doe and her mainland about a week before her disappearance. Jane wants to come over and get her designer handbags back. It’s hers, and it’s expensive, and she wants it. When her mainline tells her no, quite firmly, she calls them a bitch. It’s an ugly conversation. The cops speculate that maybe, drunk and under the influence of whatever cocktail of substances she consumed that night, she went over to her ex’s, got into a tussle, and left with a body bag in place of her Prada. 

But the issue is that Jane Doe didn’t show up on the CCTV footage leaving the place. For all they know, she’s still inside Sundance. But the lawmen, for whatever reason, they’re hung up on this whole mainline thing. They keep hounding this angle, but it becomes increasingly clear that they’re making no progress. And eventually, after a few months of this, the cops just give up. “You’re daughter’s probably dead. Deal with it.” Not their exact words, but that’s definitely what it must have sounded like to her parents. 

So her parents go to Garden-Patch and start a little awareness campaign, hoping to raise some funds to hire a private detective. They get about a couple hundred eddies into their campaign when they shut it down. That garden patch just gets deleted, out of nowhere. And suddenly, they stop posting anything about their daughter. They’re still active on their accounts, it’s not like they disappeared or anything, but it’s a strange shift. Call me a conspiracist, but I’m finding it incredibly suspicious. Especially with the fancy body-mods they started getting not even a full year later. 

Unfortunately, that’s kind of where our story ends. With minisodes like this, things can be a bit abrupt. We really don’t know what happened to Jane Doe; there are a bunch of conspiracies, of course, but I’m not here to get into those. But oh! This Sundance place. It has a bit of a reputation. Jane Doe wasn’t the only corpo-kid to get whisked away after going there, at least allegedly. The other cases are much murkier, Jane Doe’s was the only one with anything legal filed under its name, but I want to say that there are about five other missing persons cases connected to this joint? So yeah, maybe the combat zone isn’t the best place for a night on the town. Not that any of you needed a reminder of that. But yeah, salt fiends, that’s it for the day. Thanks for tuning in. I’ll catch you Sunday for the full episode. By popular demand, we’re going to be covering the most infamous bozo incidents in honor of reaching 10k followers, so make sure to tune into that! As always, stay safe out there. I’ll see you in the next one. 

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[the-himawari]

A3! Takato Tasuku - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Memory (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Guy: Did everyone get a glass?

Azuma: Alright, let’s toast.

Tsumugi: Happy birthday, Tasuku! Cheers!

Hisoka: Cheers.

Homare: Happiest of births, Tasuku-kun!

Izumi: Happy birthday, Tasuku-san.

Tasuku: Yeah, thanks.

Izumi: I think this every time, but the fact everyone drinks together to celebrate the birthdays in Winter troupe gives off a different feeling from the other troupes.

Tsumugi: That may be so. But there are lots of kids who have become adults now too.

Hisoka: Time flies.

Azuma: As everyone changes, it’s fun for me to keep doing this same things like this.

Guy: Right. The promise of celebrating on a certain day makes the year more interesting.

Homare: Indeed. Though… we just feel like drinking as well.

Tasuku: Don’t get carried away and drink too much. We have an after party after this.

Homare: Why, of course.

Azuma: Come to think of it, Tasuku shot his birthday bromide with some robots, right?

Homare: They must have been memorable items of his with Tsumugi-kun.

Tasuku: …Well, yeah. They reminded me that we actually loved acting all the way from back then.

Guy: Hm… that must have been so for Takato.

Hisoka: He was a theatre junkie since birth?

Homare: Oho! Yes, if it’s Tasuku-kun, then even his baby cries had acting potential!

Tasuku: No they didn’t.

Azuma: You two imagined and acted out lots of different things while playing with those toy robots, right?

Tsumugi: Yeah.

Option 1: “What kind of acting, for example?”

Izumi: What kind of acting, for example?

Tasuku: Like battling as fellow rival robots… or joining forces to fight, and so on.

Tsumugi: There were also times we went to rescue our friends or travelled to find new parts to use for our strong, special moves.

Homare: You acted out many different situations, hm?

Hisoka: They’re all about robots too.

Izumi: (Both of them must have been really absorbed playing with the robots in their hands.)

Option 2: “I hope you’ll try that again another time!”

Izumi: I hope you’ll try that again another time!

Tasuku: Err, there’s no way I’d do that.

Tsumugi: If you think of it like a puppet show etude, then wouldn’t it be possible?

Azuma: Exactly. You can use them as props.

Tasuku: I mean, you might have a point.

Tsumugi: Tasuku himself can become a robot or something!

Azuma: Sounds great.

Guy: I would also love to see Takato acting as the role of a robot.

Tasuku: Um… I don’t know about that…

Izumi: (But I'm sure Tasuku-san would get into his role and play the robot properly once he gets started.)

Izumi: Anyways, these robots have been maintained in fairly pristine condition, huh?

Tasuku: I was surprised about that too. There are scratches from when I played with them, but the blocks are intact and they were stored neatly.

Azuma: You have a wonderful family with a great brother and great parents.

Tasuku: …Yeah, that’s true. I was reminded once again how much they cared for me.

Tsumugi: It also made you feel like seeing Fuyuki-kun again, didn’t it?

Homare: If so, then why don’t we hold our after party at Tasuku-kun’s family home?

Tasuku: Ha?

Tsumugi: I’m sure Fuyuki-kun would welcome us.

Tasuku: I can’t deny that, but let’s not…

Izumi: Fufu. Let’s do that at another opportunity then.

Hisoka: That’s something more to look forward to.

Guy: Yes, indeed.

Homare: Next time we visit, I shall compose a poem about Tasuku-kun’s robots. I will ask your brother to listen to it as well.

Tasuku: You don’t need to.

Azuma: I’ll find another drink that Fuyuki-kun will enjoy.

Izumi: (Though he says that, Tasuku-san looks really happy too.) (I’m glad Tasuku-san is blessed with such great acting friends.)

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Riko's Racquet

Waited a whole day to post this upon @winterxjxsmine request but I need some angst and well... this happened Maybe one day it'll be turned into a full-length fic

•On Nathaniel's birthday, no countdown starts •It's until Neil's birthday on March 31 that the messages start to arrive •He doesn't say anything to anyone, because it's obvious that Riko is messing up with him again. The countdown marks the final match of the Spring season •On May 9, the Foxes win their pass to the next round and celebrate all the way back to South Carolina •The day of the final match, Andrew doesn't move Neil from his striker position •When the Foxes win, Neil falls on his knees and Andrew leans on his goal and closes his eyes for a moment •Commotion blares all around • Andrew waits for the Foxes to take the celebration to his goal, with Neil flashing his junkie smile at him •It takes Andrew a few precious seconds to realize that the screams aren't related to their victory •He opens his eyes at the same time that Riko's racquet falls on the Foxes number 10 at full speed

•Neil drops to the floor and time stops •Ravens and Foxes get in the way of Andrew to reach him. He needs to make sure that his nothing is still breathing. He has to see him and damn it no one moves •By the time that Andrew finally reaches the body, Neil is being taken out of the court • Andrew fights more bodies to go with Neil but he gets blocked over and over • Wymack has his hands full of worried Foxes, the press, the questions • When Andrew reaches the bus to drive behind Neil by himself, no ambulance is in sight • The rest of the Foxes catch on him and they start looking for Neil. Everyone comes up empty • Neil wakes up to the strong smell of charred skin and fresh blood in a dark room and sickness is too fast for him to move out of the way • His head throbs and he can't keep his eyes open. His thoughts are filled with Riko smashing a racquet on his head. The world turns black before he can think of Andrew getting mad at him for getting hurt. Good thing he ended their months ago • "This isn't what you promised" • "There's no fun if he can't cry" • Neil is too disoriented to realize that his father and his men are there for real, along with Riko • Exhaustion from the match tangles with the unbearable headache from Riko's hit and Neil loses consciousness once again • When hours pass without news on Neil, Andrew loses his patience and heads back inside Evermore to demand answers from Riko • It takes Wymack, Matt, and Renee to make him stay on the bus • Stuart storms to an empty house in Baltimore. He calls Ichirou to demand answers • Ichirou's men find the Butcher and their men punishing Riko for bringing Neil hurt • Neil is taken away while Ichirou stays to deal with the mess that the Butcher made and inform Stuart about what happened • Andrew is about to start hurting people in exchange for answers when Wymack's phone rings • The Foxes leave Evermore to find Neil in the hospital • No one is allowed inside until he wakes up • And he doesn't • Stuart wants to take him back to England but all the Foxes refuse • Andrew is the only one who sneaks in once and he can't take the small body covered in bandages, so he goes back to wait with the rest • It's days after when Neil opens his eyes, but he isn't awake • Stuart insists on taking care of Neil but at the Foxes constant denial, he helps them get Neil back to South Carolina when it's clear he won't wake up anytime soon • They get him comfortable in Abby's house and take turns to take care of him • When his eyes are open, Matt will talk about everything going on around them, Dan will tell him about all the things he will do when he turns captain, Renee will pray in silence, Kevin will talk awkwardly about Exy matches, and Nicky will try to gossip and update him on bets before bursting into tears • Aaron would spend more time with Katelyn and Andrew will only drive Nicky and Kevin back and forth • Stuart releases Neil, Kevin, and Jean from making any further deals with the Moriyamas after all of Riko's slips • When the summer break arrives, Wymack shoos everyone back to their homes with the promise of letting them know if anything changes • Andrew has never hated so much to stay at Abby's with the shell of Neil so close and so far • It's until then when Andrew finally grabs courage to see Neil and his blood boils with rage at the sight of the patch of hair slowly regrowing on his side and the burn marks on his face fully visible • Damn his luck, it's in that moment when Neil wakes • Half lidded eyes travel to find Andrew's gaze and Andrew freezes because it's been weeks since the last time he saw that blue • Andrew has never been so angry in his life • Abby gets inside for a routine check and cries at the surprise of finding Andrew with Neil, and Neil blinking at him, eyes focused for the first time • All the Foxes fly back from their homes to see that Neil is awake indeed • He misses his sophomore year in therapy, but the Foxes visit him all the time, with Andrew as a constant presence by his side • Andrew closes the goal on every

single match when they return to school • Neil is almost fully healed by the girls' graduation and spends all the summer break training with Kevin to regain shape • Neil joins as Matt's co-captain when he gets back to school and turns captain by Andrew's last year • When Andrew graduates, his stats are so high that he can make a deal with all the teams offering spots to wait for him for a year • On Neil's last year, Andrew returns to work at Eden's to stay close to Neil, because, after the nightmare of his freshman year, Andrew isn't leaving the junkie out of his sight ever again • Before graduating, Neil starts getting offers for Pro Exy teams. He picks the only one that offered Andrew a contract too • Neil and Andrew start playing together from the beginning, becoming a deadly combination for other teams --and a nightmare for Kevin • The Minyard-Josten rivalry never arises when the media has seen all that Andrew did for Neil over his worst years • Turns out to be a good life after all.

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You’re the only one who’s writing poppy x mc fics sooo, i have a request “ bea is a bad girl (like in a gang) in high school and also went jail couple of times for getting in trouble in high school senior year poppy was new transfer student and after 2 months bea join back school and met poppy bea and they just click yk like a connection slowly they started dating and in school everyone was shocked to see bea in a relationship ( bad girl and new girl) poppy is always worried about bea and few days before graduation bea got hurt really bad and poppy gives bea 2 options that she has to choose between her or her this (gang).. bea didn’t say anything to her so poppy left, after 2/3 years they met in college bea was a different person but so does poppy they become enemies (no one knows why they hate each other) one day they were arguing and poppy shout at her and says why you're back and bea put her hand on her cheek and smile and say i am here to win you back because i love you 😬

Promises (Poppy x MC)

Part 1/?

Can i just say I'm absolutely invested in this plot? You've got me hooked on my own story, as hectic as my life is, this is enjoyable to write. I hope you like it as well @iamsimpforpoppy

Word count: 1.8k (i got carried away)

“You know what to do Jackson, same old shit.”

“Yeah but it feels like a movie every damn time”, Bea responds confidently as she unbuckles her seatbelt. She sports a black mask with a yellow bandana, a vivacious color worn by only the Southside Spades, a notorious street gang who were known for robbery, and occasional blood.

Bea found herself wrapped up in the world of gangs when she turned sixteen. But before that the brunette would assist in transporting goods, also known as hardcore drugs. There was plenty enough to go around so Bea could indulge in any she wanted. Drugs didn’t give her the high she craved though, instead it was the thrilling game of cat and mouse with the cops.

Every now and then she’d get thrown in the slammer overnight. But this particular evening earns her one year in the NY State Penitentiary. See, the cops never gathered significant evidence to build a case against her, even though she was well aware of Detective Steinhelm who had some sick obsession with her. Following her everywhere, until Bea confronted her directly after noticing the same black sedan parked a street down from her house.

But she played the game right, and nothing ever led back to her. Until now.

“Where’s the money Bradley? I feel like I’ve been kissing your ass all week, the boss needs it now.”

A skinny blonde boy who looks like he had better days grunts in annoyance, “You’ll get your money...I’m just a little short right now.”

“Time’s up Ken doll, you know Carter will have your head for this.”

“Maybe he doesn’t have to know. Maybe this can be between us…”, Bradley strides carefully towards the blonde, a disturbing grin on his face which screams junkie. “Back the hell up now.”

Bea pulled her knife out with ease and pointed it towards him. She didn’t plan on actually using it. Murder was way out her budget for a simple money pickup but she knew that it would scare the boy easily. Except he kicked the blade out of her hold which prompted it to screech across the concrete before coming to a stop. Before Bea could think her fists reacted as she intercepted a punch that aimed straight for her jaw. She twists Bradley’s arm and he falls on his knees in pain. With his back to her, she kicks him down until he’s flat on his stomach.

“What is it exactly that you plan on doing now Bradley?” The blonde boy struggles under Bea’s foot but manages to reach around and slash at her ankle with a surprise shiv. Bea yelps in pain before kicking his head, rendering him unconscious.

“Stupid idiot. Had to make this harder than it should’ve been.”

Bea eventually finds the stash of money hidden under his mattress, an amateur hiding place at best. She congratulated herself for another job accomplished (kinda) and headed home. What the seventeen year old didn’t expect was the repulsive sound of a siren filling her ears as she stepped out onto her driveway. Her blood rushed to her head when she spotted Detective Steinhelm among the police officers surrounding her and retorts, “oh come on. I thought I told them about you harassing me. What do you want? Back here to strip search me again?”

The older woman only watches the blonde in eerie silence before smiling and gesturing to a police officer. “Beatriz Jackson you have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law-”

“What the actual fuck!” Bea yanks her arms out of the officers reach which initiates a struggle for dominance. This was nothing new to her, but it still felt sickening. Like she was some pet.

“You have the right to have a lawyer present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you if you so desire.” Detective Steinhelm finishes speaking and approaches the still scuffling blonde, “if you keep resisting I will tase you myself.”

Bea bites back the urge to headbutt the old hag right in her stupid face but she didn’t need any extra charges, for whatever the hell it was she was being charged for.

“Tell me why the fuck I am being arrested and I’ll calm down.”

That’s when Bea notices a familiar (bruised up) face from earlier. His smirk was enough to eat at her skin and she felt burning hot rage.

“Your blood was found at the scene of Mr. Denbroughs assault. You are being arrested in the case of second degree assault with intent to hurt someone with a deadly weapon.”

***

Bea only got one year in prison due to her kickass lawyer Ina Kingsley who played the minor card at every opportunity given. She also pointed out the fact that the knife wasn’t bloodstained, and Bradley never had any stab wounds so there is no proof the weapon was ever used against him. And it technically wasn’t. Good thing she didn’t bring a gun instead.

She did miss her 18th birthday though. And a few months of her senior year. But that’s what summer classes were for right?

All eyes were on the blonde when she returned, and whispers spread throughout the school about a certain new girl. Bea paid no mind to the fingers that pointed in her direction but the newcomer did manage to catch her attention, and pretty quick at that.

“Hey Jackson, how was solitary confinement?”

“I heard they make you use the bathroom right through the tiny food slot.”

Bea rolls her eyes and pelts a piece of not-so-fresh bread right at Ford’s head. The other people at the table join in on the laughter and Bea shakes her head and smiles, “it was Juvie you dumbass, and they made us sit in a circle together every Thursday like we were in an AA meeting.

“That’s jail for babies, goldilocks here wouldn’t last a minute in a real prison”, Carter joins them at the table with a cocky smirk, yet his eyes soften when landing on Bea. She shares a similar look with him knowing they’ll have a real conversation later. Because they definitely didn’t get to have that when Bea was getting dragged away to the police station in cuffs, and every event after that.

“It’s our girl’s first day out, we have to celebrate. And it’s not like she’s on probation...right Bea?”

“I do have a curfew, and I’m on juvenile probation so…when we partying?” The crew laughs as Bea shrugs. Her mother will deal with it. Zoey scoots in next to the blonde and wraps her arm around her shoulder in a side hug. “So glad to have you back Bea, and we are not risking you breaking parole so let’s just go to a sport’s bar tonight.”

Bea nods her head in agreement as the first warning bell goes off and everyone starts to clean up. Zoey taps on her arm and points towards one of the farther tables where a lone figure sits, wiping her hands with a napkin. All Bea saw were blonde tresses until she turned and they made brief eye contact.

“She’s the new girl, Poppy Min Sinclair. Rumor is she’s got a rich white daddy. You should totally invite her to the party.”

“And why would I do that?”

Zoey squints her eyes and leans in closer, her hands under chin in thought, “she seems like the broody type, you two would click.” She laughs at Bea’s comical expression but the blonde can’t bother to look in her direction, she’s way too wrapped up in what little the stranger a few tables away had to offer. She would sit on that thought, Bea was not one to shy away from anything.

***

The two became friends quicker than anyone could think.

One day after school, Poppy’s car wouldn’t start. It just didn’t comply. You would think she’d be poised and call her mechanic to come fix it, but instead the blonde slumped against the driver’s side window and let out a visibly frustrated, high-pitched yelp. Bea watched her pace around the car and even...kick?...the front bumper with her heels in efforts to wake it up.

“You know I may be wrong but I think that only makes it worse..” She approaches the helpless blonde with a small grin. Poppy’s persistence amazed her though, she’s never seen anyone determined to beat a car up. An expensive one at that.

“I hope you have some idea how to fix it, unless you’re here to waste my time and ask me on a date.”

Woah.

Okay that definitely threw Bea on a whim. She lets out a sharp laugh and bites her lips in amusement. She strolls towards the front of her car, holding Poppy’s gaze the whole way. She liked that the blonde didn’t avert her eyes. “And if I did? We couldn’t take your car of course, it’s obviously impaired.”

Poppy smiles and turns to look at Bea properly. She checks out every inch of her with no visible shame. An assessment so to say, and she likes what she sees.

“It’s your lucky day Poppy, I happen to know a thing or three about cars, and I desperately want to get this thing working so we can go on that date.” She winks playfully but god does she mean it. Bea silently prayed that the blonde wouldn’t take it the wrong way, but she knew she won when Poppy didn't protest, instead getting comfortable under some shade and holding her hand out, “the stage is all yours Jackson.”

***

“So what you’re trying to tell me is that I can’t jump over this obvious not-so-protected fence?”

“Judging by the sign right next to it that says...oh wow who would’ve thought, “DO NOT ENTER”, I don’t think so”, Poppy deadpans. It didn’t phase Bea of course because she was already halfway up the fence when the blonde turned away from the sign. The girl had a point to prove, maybe not a valid one, but still a point.

Poppy pinches her eyebrows in exasperation before looking back up to a nonchalant Bea swinging her legs from the top of the fence. She winks down at the blonde, “join me?”

Poppy didn’t expect to be climbing fences with a charismatic girl who had the same color hair as her when she moved schools, but she found herself embracing every moment of it. Although the trip up there was a struggle and some.

“I swear to god there’s a wire in my ass.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“And we’re both going to end up in the hospital. Get. me. Down.”

Bea tries to hold in her laughter the whole way down but lets it loose when she sees Poppy still up there, partly hovering in the air. “Pops...I’ll catch you, don't worry. Climb down slowly.” She doesn’t. But Bea had her feet planted and ready because any moment with the sassy blonde was unpredictable.  And she loved it. Especially because she had Poppy engulfed in her arms and they were so close their noses touched.

Bea promised herself she’d kiss the girl next time.

***

“You’re...in a gang?”

Bea felt a clasp of cold air enter her lungs as she stared ahead. It wasn’t like she could hide it from Poppy. She has a reputation, and word has gotten around about the two getting close. This was just like that one time at the end of sophomore year where Bea met Kelly Hall, a beautiful girl with golden rimmed glasses. Unfortunately she only could imagine what could’ve been after whispers ended up right on the doorstep of Kelly’s parents, and she suddenly changed her number, and switched out of every class she had with Bea.

The blonde didn’t want to entertain the thought of Poppy doing the same, but this was a lifestyle she chose.

“I mean...how?”

Bea sighs and turns to look at her, “I fell into the wrong crowd. Or maybe it’s the right one because I never found a true home until I met them. They’re family, I wouldn’t expect you to get it though and I understand if you want to distance-”

“I of all people know what it’s like to not fit in Jackson. You’ve found people who make you feel safe. Maybe I don’t agree with the troubles that come with being in a gang but I don’t know the whole story.”

“Do you want to?”

Poppy wraps her arms around Bea’s and lays her head on her shoulder, “I want to know that you won’t get yourself hurt but I know that’s nearly impossible.”

Bea exhales slowly, not knowing what to say. She knew that this would upset Poppy but her acceptance meant more. She didn’t know what this would mean for the two of them, if there was a “them”, but she felt more encouraged to share more of her other life with the blonde.

“Just promise me one thing Jackson.”

“Yeah?”

Poppy’s voice comes out softer than expected, and Bea ingests every emotion that comes with it, “Promise me you won’t ever put yourself in a position where you have to choose between me or the gang.”

Bea finds her hand in the space where their thighs touched and latches onto it like a lifebuoy,

“I promise.”

***

“I just remembered something Poppy.”

“What, that you have half a brain cell? I thought that was established Jackson.”

Bea launches a pillow that (purposely) misses Poppy’s head by an inch. If she actually hit her and frizzed up her locks then she’d never hear, or see..or walk again.

“I’m being serious. I just remembered this too, we never went on that car date we talked about.”

Poppy squints her eyes in confusion, but was fully aware of what Bea was referring to. “You mean the first time we met?”

The blonde smiles to herself as she replayed that day in her head over and over again. She couldn’t decide if Bea’s openly flirty behavior is what drew her in or if it was her ability to fix any of her possessions with ease. And for free.

Bea pulls Poppy up by her hands until her back is against the lockers. Another perfect opportunity for the blonde to make do of that promise she made to herself, but something told her to wait just a bit longer. “So what do you say? Poppy Min Sinclair, will you go on a date with me?”

Poppy rolls her eyes playfully, pulling Bea in closer by the collar of her letterman, “now who’s being dramatic?”

“I didn’t hear a no”

“I think you know what the answer is.”

That night Zoey helped Bea prep for her first date with the girl that she could say she was almost in love with. The taller girl brushed some dust off of Bea’s jacket and planted her hands on her shoulders, “remember Jackson, give her the ride of her life. And I mean that in every way possible.”

Thanks Zoe.

Bea watched Poppy drive up in front of her house and something inside her mind couldn’t deny the pang her heart let out when she saw Poppy smile the way she did.

Bea took control of the driving and told Poppy to recline her seat and enjoy the ride, with her seatbelt on of course. Safe sacrifices. They cruised through an empty highway blasting Poppy’s spotify playlist named “Rich Bitch Songs” because that was their ideal perfect date. It’s amazing that the two could even come to an agreement, but here we are.

She watched the beautiful blonde sing her lungs out and couldn’t help but mirror her joy, taking her hands off the steering wheel. The pump of adrenaline prompts a new excitement in the air and Poppy wraps Bea into a secure hug, her hair flying wildly with the wind. Bea slows the car down but the rapid beating of her heart made it seem they were going 100 miles per second.

“I feel so alive Jackson.”

Bea stared at the girl in the passenger seat with a look that could only be described as love.

“You make me feel alive.”

Poppy kept talking and Bea found a way to focus on both the road and the blonde next to her. Because when you truly enjoy something, you’ll find a way to keep experiencing it. And Bea enjoyed hearing Poppy’s voice, she loved everything about her.

“I feel like kissing you.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“...Nothing. I should’ve done this a long time ago.”

They kiss when Bea pulls over.  A hot feeling consumes them like fire when their tongues collide and Bea plants her hands around Poppy’s hips, pushing her back into her seat until she’s on top. The windows easily start to fog up in reaction to the heat, and not once did they take their hands off each other.

Promise 1/2 kept

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End Note: This chapter was to build their relationship, more angst incoming. BIG THANKS to @somewillwin for letting me use Jackson <3333

Taglist: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @poppysmc @doey-eyes8 @veenast @straightlikewetspaghetti @phoennixxsblog @a-ghost-girl

[smol-midgets]

Professor!Andrew AU

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

So his students know how soft he is, but they are also kind of terrified of the short midget. The constant death threats don't help

"Get used to it, you're majoring in criminology"

One day "If you don't want a knife between your ribs I'd recommend being less of a nuisance"

"Professor, you don't have knives"

Andrew looks pointedly at his armbands

".....Do you have knives in your armbands!?"

"Don't ask stupid questions"

They still don't know if he has knives in his armbands

He's staying back after school often, teaching John, some of the strikers from the team also stay back to improve further

On morning of November 4th, Andrew wakes up to Neil gently calling his name

He opens his eyes to find bright blue eyes staring down at him, hair glowing auburn from the sunlight filtering through the windows, and a gorgeous smile

Neil bends down to whisper a soft happy birthday against his lips, before lightly kissing him. "Go brush, Drew, and come out for breakfast"

He comes out for breakfast and sees Neil standing by the counter, preparing pancakes

"You made pancakes?"

"Don't worry I didn't poison them"

"You're cooking is inedible enough, you don't need the poison"

Neil pouts and Andrew has to kiss it away. One kiss turns to two, then ten, and then Andrews setting Neil on the kitchen counter, they're lips not parting the entire time

Andrew gets late for his class

when he gets there, Kevin is sitting at his desk. Students are staring because Kevin Day is sitting in their classroom in front of them

Cue Andrew's "What the fuck are you doing here"

Kevin is out of Andrew's chair in an instant "You're late for your class. And I wanted to tell you to come to that La Guardia restraunt by 6 today"

Andrew narrows his eyes "Why"

"I wanna have dinner with you"

"Why"

"What do you mean why! Can't I wanna have dinner with my best friend on his birthday??" Did he say best friend??? Professor Minyard is best friends with Kevin Day?? And it's his birthday??????

"You were never a good liar"

"I just wanna have dinner with you!"

"Try again"

Kevin's eyes dart around him, as if looking for help

"Spill day, or leave, but stop wasting my time"

*sighs* "Fine, we have a surprise planned for you"

"I hate surprises"

"We know but you'll love this one! I swear! Will you just come to the damned restaurant Andrew!?"

"No"

Kevin tries a little more, but eventually throws his hands in the air and leaves grumbling to himself (Andrew enjoys saying no to Kevin way too much)

"Is it your birthday today professor?"

"Yes"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I don't care about it" and that was that

When Andrew gets home Neil asks him if he enjoyed his birthday present. When Andrew only raises his eyebrows Neil says "It's been a long time since you really got to say no to Kevin. I know how much you enjoy it. That was your first birthday present. Well... second since this morning" And then smiles cheekily

Andrew rolls his eyes, but they're fond "So are you going to try to convince me to come now?"

"I definitely want you to. We know you don't like surprises but I really thought you'd enjoy this. If you say no nobody is going to force you"

"What will you give me for it?"

"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to"

And how could Andrew say no to his junkie now?

So they go to the restraunt, and all the foxes, plus a few other people from Andrew and Neil's old exy team are there (only the people they got close to). Some of Aaron's colleagues are there too. Everyone wishes Andrew and Aaron happy birthday. It's a good reunion, he gets the chance to catch up

Kevin and Aaron drink a lot and get up to weird shenanigans. Matt starts behaving like a puppy and cooing over Dan and Neil. Allison and Nicky start betting on everything and drag the rest of the foxes into it too

Andrew pretends to be annoyed by how he has to deal with the foxes' antics, but he's secretly happy to be around their weirdness again

A few hours later Neil and Andrew leave the party, and Neil takes Andrew to the roof of an abandoned building, where they share whiskey, cigarettes and kisses

They go home and cuddle and fall asleep

The next day his students have prepared an assortment of his favourite chocolates and ice creams (how he manages to maintain that body is a mystery), and a copy of a book he wanted

Andrew is just staring, and at first they think he doesn't like it but then they notice the reverent way he's holding the book (it's a book he's thought of buying for a long time)

"There's even a few cupcakes for your wife here"

"Husband" Andrew corrects automatically, finally able to unstick his tongue from his mouth, "and he doesn't like anything sweet"

Fortunately for them they quickly gather themselves and respond with smiles "Oh sorry. Well, more for you then"

They know better than to think that Andrew will thank them. But when he starts eating what they got him while teaching, they know he liked it

One day students slowly filter in the class to find a man in a large black hoodie sitting at the back of the class

Of course they are criminology students they're not going to just ignore a shady man in their class they've never seen before

So after bugging and threatening the man a little, he lifts his hoodie to reveal

Neil josten

What?!!???!!??

Several students are mortified because they just threatened Neil fucking Josten

Others are still trying to get over their shock at seeing Neil fucking Josten in real life

Andrew enters the class and looks at Neil "Aren't you supposed to be at practice". As if Neil Josten sitting in their classroom is a perfectly normal thing. Right, the only thing weird in this scenario is that he's missing practice. That's it.

Neil responds "I wanted to see you teach"

Andrew narrows his eyes "Did they kick you out? What did you do"

Now Neil looks sheepish "Ah yeah, I kind of hurt myself and Coach forced me to take the day off, but I do want to see you teach."

Andrew is visibly irritated and is grumbling something to himself quietly

The students' eyes are wide because that's probably the most emotion they've seen on their professor's face

He turns to the class and is clearly unimpressed "I don't want to be here either, but that doesn't give you free pass to stare at my face and do nothing. And you," looks pointedly at Neil, "if you're going to sit there you better keep that mouth shut."

Neil considers making a comment about how they might be staring because he's so pretty, but let's it go. However he definitely smirks at Andrew in a way that clearly says "you know how to shut me up"

Andrew tries very hard not to blush, and turns to the board in case he was unsuccessful (he was)

Everyone forcibly look away from the celebrity sitting in their classroom and try to concentrate on the lesson

Andrew makes sure they pay attention (flying chalks make for surprisingly good projectiles)

He finishes his lesson 5-10 minutes early so his students can talk to Neil like they have been dying to the entire time

In his office, later after class, Andrew looks over Neil's injuries

"It's not that bad, Drew. Really I'm f—"

He's interrupted by Andrew's mouth on his. "Don't" is all Andrew says between kisses. Neil smiles

I am SO sorry this part has come this late. I've had a lot on my plate these days. On the bright side, you will be happy to know I've found the super old post that inspired this fic! You can find it here. Credits to @humongousvoidbear for that. (I'll admit this entire fic could be better, but again, this was completely self-indulgent.)

EDIT: I have made a small edition to this part, because someone wanted a meeting of Neil and the students. This is the best I could come up with, hope you like it!

[tctteredwings]

alberto rosende & he/him/ cis man ‷ watch out , sebastian “seb” ortiz has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 28 years old and celebrate their birthday on june 8th . they are from roswell, new mexico, reside in aurora apartments and are currently working as the manager at nebula eatery. one thing you should know about them is that he’s not too good at staying in one place for long ‷

Guess who’s back, back again? Heather’s back, tell your friends. Please forgive me for that.

ABOUT.

Name: Sebastian Ortiz Nicknames: Seb Age: Twenty-eight Date of Birth: 8th June 1994 Birthplace: Roswell, NM, USA Occupation: Manager at Nebula Eatery Romantic/Sexual Orientation: Heteroromantic/pansexual

tw: death mention

Sebastian or Seb, please call him Seb, is a Roswell native and grew up causing chaos around Moonbeam Gardens. He was always getting into scrapes. Climbing trees, jumping off rocks into the river (never checking to see if it was safe first), constantly covered in mud, practically a head to toe bruise.

He spent most of his younger years in the local ER and getting picked up by paramedics after he’d done something stupid. His mom was pretty much convinced he’d end up killing himself.

He had a sense of adventure that he would never grow out of.

In addition to that, he was also extremely clever, making money in high school by agreeing to tutor younger students for cash. He didn’t really need to, his parents are loaded, but it was something to do right?

In senior year he was accepted into Princeton University to study various sciences and moved out to New Jersey shortly after his high school graduation to explore the area.

It took only six months for him to realise that perhaps academics weren’t for him.

At the end of freshman year he dropped out, packed a bag and up and left for Australia with a plan to take a gap year, enjoy twelve months or so of travelling.

Twelve months turned into two years.

Two years quickly turned into five, he had no intention of going back home now.

After his year in Australia, he travelled to South Asia, spent over a year trekking through the Himalayas in Nepal and Tibet. That was when he found himself some company, getting as close as love as he could while on the road. They would talk a lot about the possibility of climbing Mt. Everest together one day, but it wasn’t something that was ever to happen.

They went their separate ways again when he travelled on to Thailand.

After that it was Singapore and following a fleeting stop in Fiji, he finally made his way to New Zealand, the final major destination in his time on the road. A year was spent with Hobbits and Elves before he headed home to the US.

He took six months to road trip from the East coast to the West before eventually arriving back in Roswell in September 2020.

Since then he’s been living out of his backpack, a habit he’s unable to break, sleeping on a mattress on the floor of his apartment.

Seb is probably the most chill guy going, he loves on everyone and refuses to argue because he doesn’t have time for it, but he will make his opinions known and can be quite blunt sometimes.

TIMELINE.

1994: Roswell, New Mexico 2012: Princeton University, New Jersey 2013: Australia (various places) 2014: South Asia (Nepal, Thailand, Singapore, etc.) 2019: New Zealand (various places) March 2020: Road trip from the East coast to West coast of the USA September 2020: Roswell, New Mexico

Note: He’s also definitely been to Japan and the UAE, sometime during the South Asia period. He’s a bit of a rollercoaster junkie so he went on a theme park tour around that part of the world.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- family; have a cuban or colombian fc, or have one in mind? come talk to me, let’s work something out! family connections are always my favourite. - childhood friends; he grew up in roswell so people he spent a lot of time with, maybe trouble makers like he was.​ - friends who lost touch; for various reasons their friendship fell apart over the years. but they’re definitely working on making it better. - high school ex-girlfriend; one of the few people he’s really cared about in his life. they were together a couple of years before graduation. -fwb’s/hook-ups/long term hook-ups; seb’s pansexual so anything goes. - travel companions; people he’s met on the road and spent a couple of days/weeks/months with. - finding love on the road; the girl he spent a couple of months with in the himalayas around 2015. wylie fyfe - pen pals; people he’s written to and emailed while out travelling, they could have close relationship or not through their correspondence. - roommate; they live together in aurora apartments. - neighbours; people he bothers on the regular who also live in aurora. - yoga buddies; he’s at classes practically every day so imagine he’s picked up friends along the way. - customers; regulars at nebula eatery.

[magalidragon]

leap of faith | Jonerys AU | fic tease

Is anyone surprised this is turning out longer than planned? 🤣 I hope it will be up this weekend. Until then enjoy the teaser!

"The video said that we get in the plane backwards, is that true?" Dany asked.

"Aye, it's just an easier way to deplane, more natural movement." He grinned up. "Besides, your adrenaline starts to rise, not able to see where the plane is actually going."

She laughed softly. "That's one way to think about it, I suppose." She licked her lips, voice dropping again. "I've wanted to do this for a long time. I'm really excited."

"Your friend definitely is." Missandei was laughing hysterically now at something Arya had said, the two of them clearly getting along.

Dany rolled her eyes. "She's been looking forward to this more-so because her boyfriend is a huge adrenaline junkie, but he's kind of afraid of heights."

"Actually, lots of people afraid of heights are fine skydiving."

"Well, don't tell him that, or her. She's looking forward to rubbing Grey's nose in it."

He lifted his brows, getting into his harness and the parachute pack. "And you're celebrating a milestone? That's what Missandei said, when she checked you guys in." He focused on her eyes, which he'd noticed in the short time they had been chatting were her most expressive feature. Sure enough, they tightened at the corners, her lips following, and she nodded curtly. When she didn't elaborate, he nudged slightly. "I know it isn't your birthday or anything, since I did see your paperwork, but if it's big enough to celebrate by jumping out of a plane, I hope we can make it truly memorable for you."

She relaxed, when he did not continue to push, and looked down at her hands, which had begun to tug at the harnesse's black nylon webbing. "It's kind of personal, but...it's a big thing for me."

"Well I'll shut up."

"No," she said, almost the same time as him. She forced another smile. "It's just a thing." She ran her hand over the jumpsuit, smiling wider. "Thank you for finding one that is red and black. It's my family's colors."

"Aye, I know." He grinned again and when she returned it, he nodded towards the floor. "Come on, let's get this fitted." She crouched down, awkwardly moving towards him. He sat down, his legs in a 'v' and she scooted bcakwards so her back was flush to his chest, nestled close.

We fit perfectly.

It was a key and a lock, a puzzle piece finding its mate, and she settled so close to him, so notched perfectly, he had to hold his breath a moment. It was silly, to think of it in such grand ways, but he did, his arms falling around her. Under his chin, her hair brushed lightly, and tickled, that flowery, jungle-scent consuming him again. He took a deep breath, shakily letting it out and focused at the task.

After a few silent moments, filled only with the metallic clang of clips and the soft whisper of the nylon through the clasps, he had her situated how he wanted. "Alright," he said; over to their side, Missandei and Arya were practicing the jump motion. "When we get up, we follow a simple jump sequence. Out, in, out."

"Out, in, out."

"Exactly." He held onto her arms and gestured, pushing her forward. "Out." Pulled back. "in." And then pushed forward again. "Out."

"And off we go."

Her voice had quickened, accent a little thicker, excited. He grinned wide. "Aye. Off we go."

Dany turned her head up towards him, her face filled with the excitement she'd been tamping down, keeping reigned in, and her lips pulled wide over her teeth. Her breath was wondrous, curious. "And then we fly."

It tickled his nose, her whispering words, and he nodded, whispering back. "And then we fly."

[ofsunflower]

drew ray tanner & he/him / cis man ‷ watch out , mackay “mac” powell has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 28 years old and celebrate their birthday on 5/january in words. they are from roswell, reside in tripp’s trailer park and are currently working as handyman. one thing you should know about them is he started taking part in the fight club for the extra money. ‷ ( syd, they/them, 25, est )

trigger warnings: mentions of drugs, addiction, kidnapping.

the  basics.

full  name:  mackay  davis  powell.

nicknames:  mac.

gender  &  pronouns:  cis  man, he/him.

sexual  orientation:  bisexual.

zodiac  sign:  aquarius.

occupation:  handyman.

mental  health:  n/a.

the  family.

parents:  amalia  brown  &  shamar  powell.

siblings:  two  younger  siblings.

significant  other:  n/a.

pets:  n/a.

current  residency:  tripp’s  trailer  park.

about.

if you’ve lived at the trailer park at some point in the last thirty years or so, chances are you probably heard of amalia and shamar. or heard them. constantly screaming at each other, whether it was inside their trailer or outside, washing their dirty laundry in front of the whole neighborhood.

mac’s parents were, to simply put, junkies when they had him. he was an oops baby but, unfortunately for everyone involved, they didn’t stop there, the powell kids all being a couple of years apart.

his earliest memory include him having to watch over his two younger siblings while his mother sold half of their appliances in order to sustain her addiction. she brought literal drug dealers into their home, with her toddlers in there. and that was the day his father decided he was done with that life. maybe seeing the real danger their kids were under knocked some sense into shamar.

mac’s father decided to go sober and cut amalia out of their life unless she decided to get clean too. despite that, a lot of fucked up shit still happened while mac was growing up since his mother wanted to be part of their lives but in the worst ways possible, including “kidnapping” her kids at every chance she had before shamar was able to pick them up from school.

all of those events ended when shamar got a restraining order against her. it wasn’t an easy decision to make since he didn’t want their kids to think he was pushing their mother away completely but he did it with their best interest in mind. amalia didn’t want to stay sober and he didn’t want to run the risk of something bad actually happening.

with their lives back on track, it was still somewhat hard for mac’s dad to care for three kids on his own, which is why mac decided to step up. at thirteen, he already helped around the house. cleaning, cooking, taking care of his siblings while also working part-time jobs on his free time away from school. needless to say, mac rarely had much of a childhood. or even time to be a teenager. 

mac had dreams of leaving roswell when school ended but it was clear that he wasn’t able to leave his family behind. so, he decided to stay for the sake of them. now an adult, he was able to focus more on providing for his family, especially as his father got older. he prides himself in being able to care for them. but money was still tight, despite taking up more shifts than he could handle, which is why he found himself resorting to more drastic measures.

he doesn’t exactly remember how he came to heard about the fight club, only that he joined a few years ago and hasn’t been able to leave since. it started as a means to earn money but now it’s more of a hobby than anything, since mac’s siblings are able to help the family stay afloat too. 

personality wise, despite all the things he saw and experienced as a kid, mac was able to stay tenderhearted. his interests include playing sports and having as much fun as he can, since he rarely had the time for that in his teens / early twenties. he’s kind of a himbo, has huge golden retriever energy but he’s also someone you don’t want to mess with. very loyal to his family and friends, there’s few things he wouldn’t do for them. 

mac currently is the sole occupant of his trailer, which is close enough to his dad’s so he can keep an eye out on his old man. he’s incredibly close to his siblings and even if they’re all scattered across roswell now, they still have weekly family dinners. he doesn’t have a pet but he likes to take care of strays around the trailer park, feeding and giving them water whenever he can. mac hasn’t heard of his mother in years, assumes she probably left roswell, but he doesn’t like to think much about that. 

[mariuspunsmercy]

woodvale: the 3-act musical anthology

So I've been doing a lot of listening to both folklore and evermore and my theatre-junkie brain has crafted 3 different storylines composed of the songs from each album that all overlap in one big story - Woodvale: The 3-Act Musical Anthology. It tells the story of various heartbreaks and healings in a small town - 'cause to me, that's what these albums boil down to.

A few other things:

Though each story seems self contained, I picture the characters from different stories to be somewhat linked, by blood, acquaintance (i.e Dorothea, Inez, James are siblings, Betty is Ada's daughter, etc.)

The acts don't necessarily happen in a consecutive linear fashion (i.e there singular Coney Island trip where everything from each act unfolds)

Though each story seems self contained, I picture the characters from different stories to be somewhat linked, by blood, acquaintance (i.e Dorothea, Inez, James are siblings, Betty is Ada's daughter, etc.)

The acts don't necessarily happen in a consecutive linear fashion (i.e there singular Coney Island trip where everything from each act unfolds)

I've linked the playlists for each to the act title! I'd love to hear feedback, criticism, interpretations and thoughts - I plan to flesh out characters, plot, and maybe dialogue as much as possible, and even hope to get to thinking of staging.

ACT I: that's the thing about illicit affairs

the last great american dynasty - Abigail Lark, the bold and free-spirited 30 year old granddaughter of local historical celebrity Rebecca Lark, introduces the tiny town of Woodvale and Rebekah's legacy there.

cowboy like me - After getting caught in the storm on the way from buying her long term husband, Henry, a birthday present, Ada Lawrence runs into the down-to-earth Monroe Jacob at the neighborhood tennis court and the two... Share A Moment.

tolerate it - Ada finally arrives home and, like usual, is not greeted by the absent-minded Henry -she contemplates how much she is truly being valued in this relationship.

ivy - Weeks pass and Monroe shows up to the Lawrence household ... because he's the gardener Henry hired to fix their backyard for the next few weeks, and while Henry is preoccupied, Ada accompanies him out to the woods and they find themselves entangled with each other, more or less.

the lakes - Monroe and Ada have been secretly seeing each other for quite a while now, and tell each other how much they want to run away from their unhappy marriages together.

hoax - Este, Monroe's wife of 3 years, wonders why her husband has not been as physically or emotionally present in her life as of lately, and begins to come to a heartbreaking conclusion.

invisible string - Some time passes, and Ada and Monroe's affair continues, and they are incredibly happy together. Ada especially is putting all her faith in this man and is willing to risk it all for him.

no body, no crime - Este tells her best friend Abigail about how she thinks Monroe is cheating on her. After Este mysteriously disappears and a mistress begins visiting Monroe's house more frequently, Abigail takes it upon herself to avenge Este's heartbreak and death.

epiphany - Ada mourns the unexpected loss of Monroe along with all the others she had suddenly lost in the past - it doesn't get any easier.

mad woman - Abigail reflects on the gravity and consequences of her unhinged crime, but tells herself that this type of strength and vengeance is what her "take-no-shit" grandmother Rebecca would have wanted.

illicit affairs - While they're both at Monroe's grave, Ada finally comes clean to Henry about the affair, coping with the anger, memories, loss, and questions of morality - while Henry is just shocked.

coney island - Months later. Henry and Ada take a trip to Coney Island, separately - it's a nostalgic place for the both of them. They contemplate the apologies they would've said to each other if given the chance, while Monroe and Este's ghost linger in the air between them.

ACT II: what a shame she's fucked in the head

dorothea - After seeing her face on a movie poster around town, Sylvia thinks about how much she misses her longtime childhood friend and on-again off-again-lover Dorothea, who moved out of Woodvale to pursue acting after they both graduated.

seven - Weeks later, it's a bright summer day on Coney Island and Sylvia and Dorothea both run into each other. Sylvia asks Dorothea to hang out with her and calls upon all the fond memories they once had together, and it's clear that she still has some feelings for her - but Dorothea does not seem to want a relationship at the moment.

'tis the damn season - MONTHS later, over winter break, Dorothea finds herself back home at Woodvale to visit her family, and decides to message Sylvia to finally meet up - things escalate from there, and Dorothea decides to give her and Sylvia a chance.

peace - Dorothea finds herself unexpectedly falling deeper in love with Sylvia, but warns her that she has struggled with self-worth and mental health in the past, and that it may be difficult for them to have a "normal" relationship, and Sylvia understands and accepts this.

champagne problems - Some more time passes and Sylvia finally decides to propose to Dorothea - but she isn't ready - rejecting Sylvia in front of all her family, friends, and hometown.

my tears ricochet - Sylvia tries to cope with the immediate anger from the rejection from someone she had always loved, and Dorothea tries to cope with the anger towards herself for not being able to commit to a good relationship.

marjorie - Dorothea is overwhelmed, lacking support from her hometown, friends, siblings, and father (who had never really supported her love life anyway). She tries to find solace in what her late mother and best friend, Marjorie would think.

the 1 - A few weeks after the breakup, Sylvia is still trying to process her emotions and move on - why didn't it work out between them?

this is me trying - Dorothea takes the train back to Woodvale to apologize to Sylvia - ever since the fallout her mental health had declined, she stopped acting, and she moved farther away. She puts her honest self out to Sylvia, who's astounded and speechless - who acknowledges this apology while accepting that it wasn't the best for them to be together.

happiness - Dorothea and Sylvia separately reflect on their failed relationship, but somehow both know that they will heal individually over time.

ACT III: back when i was living for the hope of it all

long story short - Woodvale High school junior Betty has an unfortunate reputation of failed relationships and "sleeping around", but despite her bad luck with guys, she has finally found the handsome, popular James, who's she's been dating for a while and is incredibly happy with.

gold rush - High school senior Augustine runs into her schoolmate James, who she hadn't seen in forever, at the class Coney Island trip over the summer, and doesn't remember him looking that beautiful last time they talked...

mirrorball - Though Betty is thrilled to be in a new relationship, she is afraid that she'll mess this one up. She opens up to James about her complex worries, and James is reassuring but is secretly unsure about how to deal with this pressure.

willow - James begins seeing Augustine on the side, while still remaining in this relationship with Betty - juggling the two girls back and forth, unknowingly to the both of them, as they become further involved with him.

august - Augustine acknowledges her hopeless romantic attitude and how it's both helped her and hurt her in her relationship with James - then she finds out the truth about him and Betty.

betty - News of James cheating spreads around the school like wildfire, and James contemplates his mistakes, planning to go to Betty's seventeenth birthday party to try to apologize.

cardigan - After denying James' apology, Betty reflects on how used she felt upon hearing the news, and how she has been hurt once again by someone she trusted.

exile - It's been months now - at the winter formal, Augustine sees James, James sees Betty, and Betty sees but refuses to acknowledge James - but they are all hurting.

closure - Augustine receives a text from James, officially apologizing for what he did and checking in on how she is. She is reminded about how wrong she felt about being the person someone cheated on someone with.

evermore - It's December 31st, and James and Betty are in their respective homes, hyperaware of the lack of each other's presence to ring in the New Year together. Because they both acknowledge why the relationship failed, they can take this experience as a lesson to move forward and mature.