“I play the guitar on a street corner sometimes for some extra cash and you usually give me a dollar or two but today you brought a violin and joined in? And we made almost three times what I usually do holy shit you’re talented” AU
JJ is a very big striped tabby cat! He’s a very talkative cat and loves to jump on people from high places. He’s extremely social and loves to follow people around and see what they’re doing. He’s very loved at the shelter he lives at!
“Jensen and Misha met at a party when they were both 18. They were a natural fit and very soon realized that what they had went far beyond friendship. But one day Misha takes off with no explanation, and Jensen doesn’t get any more information from Misha’s father, other than Misha has left.
Ten years later, they meet again. Misha tries to obtain classified information from a closed military base, where Jensen now serves. After detaining and questioning his former love, Jensen releases him. But soon after, Jensen learns of an incident in the news, leading him to believe Misha was a spy and killed in an explosion.
Will fate give them a second chance?“
Because there won’t be a chapter today, let me at least post a little snippet of the next chapter for Paint Me In A Million Dreams.
Harry wished he was drunk.
He was at the bar, music playing loudly behind him. Barbara was off to wherever, and whoever had come from their crew had already left. Paul had come up to him before he had gone, handing him a key card for one of the rooms in the hotel the party was held at. They’d pick him and Louis up in the morning. This way they could enjoy the party without worrying how to get back to their own hotel. Paul had arranged for clothes to be brought over, so Harry had nothing to worry about.
Harry frowned a little deeper, looking into his glass. Nothing to worry about.
For the past five years, he had worried about Chris Lyall. Harry had worried about all the things that bloke had that Harry didn’t. Which mainly had been nothing else but Luke. Now, he had split from Luke, and Harry still wasn’t over his jealousy, and he wasn’t sure why.
Chris and Louis sat at one of the tables, talking with their heads close, lips brushing each other’s skin when they leaned in to make their voices heard over the loud music. Louis had rested his hand on Chris’ thigh, and his posture was open.
The morning air is crisp, an icy wind settling into her lungs as Marinette gazes into the Atlantic Ocean shining brightly from the warm sun. They have oddly been blessed by good weather despite the first snowstorm that trapped them here. Not that Marinette is complaining; Faroe Islands—Vagar, to be exact—has been wonderful and a breath of fresh air.
Yuuri: Viktor’s staring at me; his eyes are as cold as the ice we both skate on. I’m sure he is tearing me apart inside his head to find my weaknesses. To Viktor I am no more than a pathetic, arrogant, talentless skating reaching beyond my abilities who needs to be knocked back down into my place.
Viktor: OMG he’s so cute. His nose scrunches up when he laughs. How adorable <3 I hope he watches the routine I made about him. He’s so talented and beautiful and sweet~