having a love affair with your face


As we prayed isha and taraweeh, the sister next to me quietly cried.

I couldn’t help but wonder how many sisters in that room were in pain, and facing some trial, silently, and bravely, as we came together to worship Allah in prayer.

And you’d never know…

How many were calling out to Allah for His Mercy, knowing that He is the only One who can relieve their distress, forgive them, set right their affairs, and only in His remembrance would their hearts find rest?

Trials are the nature of this dunya and everyone is facing something,

And We will surely test you with something of fear and hunger and a loss of wealth and lives and fruits, but give good tidings to the patient, Who, when disaster strikes them, say, “Indeed we belong to Allah, and indeed to Him we will return.” Those are the ones upon whom are blessings from their Lord and mercy. And it is those who are the [rightly] guided. Surat Al Baqarah: 155 – 157

I wanted to take a moment to write to all of the sisters who are struggling this Ramadan, who are facing trials, who feel like their hearts have been shattered into a thousand pieces…

To: the sister who cried quietly in taraweeh and all those struggling this Ramadan

The sister who is exhausted,

The sister who is heartbroken,

The sister who feels overwhelmed with it all,

The sister who feels numb, because so much has happened,

The sister who feels disconnected, from people and from her Lord,

The sister who is spending Ramadan by herself,

The sister who is lonely because she’s alone,

The sister who is lonely in her marriage,

The sister who cries every night, to her Lord, knowing He is the only One who can help her,

The sister who is unable to fast this Ramadan because of health reasons. She feels left out, disconnected from the ummah and all she wants to do is fast for the sake of Allah, but she knows she can’t,

The sister who is no longer able to make sujood because her body is failing her… as her disease progresses, her muscles have stopped working. Alhamdullilah, she can still walk – with help, but she doesn’t know for how much longer,

The sister who is struggling with invisible illness – in pain and battling to get through each day, putting on a brave face, trying to stay positive and not let the comments ‘But you look fine’ get to her,

The sister who has been told by the doctors that she only has a few years left. They don’t know exactly how long,

The sister who has been trying for a baby for years, and endures regular hurtful and probing comments from others. She knows children are from Allah, but still, she feels the pinch of their words,

The sister who has had IVF so many times, but they never took,

The sister who miscarried, again, and felt like a piece of her heart broke when she lost her baby,

The sister who is trying her best to fulfil her obligations and take care of her kids, but is so so tired,

The sister who has lost someone she loves, and she misses them every day,

The sister who was recently diagnosed with cancer. They don’t yet know if it’s spread,

The sister who is battling cancer and the treatment is gruelling,

The sister whose eyesight is fading,

The sister whose child is sick, very sick,

The sister whose child has been hurt,

The sister who is struggling with anxiety, depression and other mental health issues,

The sister who is struggling with oppression,

The sister whose world has been devastated and her life shattered by shocking news,

The sister whose marriage and home is emotionally turbulent,

The sister who is widowed and struggling to get through each day, trying to support herself and her children, one step at a time,

The sister who is divorced and heartbroken, and trying to get back on her feet, one step at a time,

The sister struggling to find work, who needs to pay the bills,

The sister facing eviction and homelessness,

The sister who doesn’t know how she’s going to feed her children tonight,

The sister from Syria, whose city and country have been destroyed, who doesn’t know anyone that hasn’t lost someone they love. All she wants to do is go home, but she can’t,

The sister who is living in a refugee camp, relying on charity to feed and clothe her and her children. She’s alone this Ramadan. Her husband didn’t make it on the boat crossing,

The sister who is walking, carrying her children and the few belongings they managed to save. Walking, hoping that wherever they are walking to will be safer than where they have come from,

To every one of you, and all the other sisters who are facing innumerable challenges, my love and du’a go out to you this Ramadan. Know, dear sister, your solace and comfort lie with Allah, Ar-Rahman, the source of our relief and the reliever of our distress.

He is Able to Do All Things.

Turn to Him and cry.

Pour your heart out to Him.

He is the One who can bring you ease, who can set right your affairs, who can relieve the burden that is weighing on your heart and know, for your patience, your reward awaits you in Jannah, in shaa Allah, a place where there is no sorrow or hardship; only eternal bliss and closeness to your Lord.

This life is temporary and surely we know we will be tested but this life will also be over in the blink of an eye, and the reward in the Hereafter is beyond our imaginings, so hold on to Allah in your darkest hours, when you feel like there is no one else in the world.

Hold on to Him and know, with absolute certainty that He will never leave you, never let you down and that your reward lies with Him. He is the Most Merciful, and He is ever near.


As I wrote this, it was a reminder to myself, first and foremost, that we never know what others may be facing in silence. The sister next to you in salatcould be facing the greatest trial of her life.

As we pray tonight and every night in Ramadan, let’s remember the sisters who are struggling in our du’a.

And as we move through this blessed month and beyond, let’s make the effort to be compassionate, to help where we can, to ease the burden of others if we are able, to be patient and to be kind to everyone.

A smile and a kind word to your sister might be a ray of light in the darkness of her day.

Your silent du’a for her might be answered.

  • Me: I'm going to get a decent amount of sleep tonight.
  • Me at 7 am: Well shit.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any prompts for a masquerade ball or party? Please and thank you! I love your prompts!

1) “Remember to keep your mask on,” my companion warned. “Don’t let it slip. If the masks find out you have a face, they won’t hesitate to tear yours off you.”
I managed a nod. Tightened the strap of ribbon keeping it in place with clammy hands - so much for a party! “Let’s do this.”

2) They always wore the same mask at every party we met at - one side happy, the other not. So I could find them among the crowd. Seduction, intrigue, the most dizzying affair I’d ever had, with only one rule for our game of love. I was never allowed to ask their name or see their face. If I did, I’d never see them again.

3) Of course, we knew exactly who we were talking to. But it was such a perfect opportunity that we both simultaneously decided not to recognize each other. Freedom paper thin and colourful. You gasped as your back hit the wall.

4) The party ends, you are yourself again. Sliding back uncomfortably tight into your own skin like clothes that no longer fit.
“What,” murmured the stranger on the dancefloor in your ear. “If I could take you to a place where the party never ends?”
“I’d say it sounds like they’re going to find my body in a ditch.”
The stranger laughed, and pressed a kiss to the mask on my cheek. At home, when I peeled it off, it was marked not by lips but by a symbol. Eternity.

5) They were the only person in the room unmasked. A beautiful face, a careless confidence, and a gaze that hadn’t left me all night despite the fact my clothes and mask were identical to everyone elses. “They’re a shifter,” my friend whispered in my ear. “That’s why they don’t need to hide. That’s not their face.”
And yet, I knew that face.

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  • Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Joker x Reader x Peter Parker/Spiderman.
  • AU included: DC/MARVEL
  • Prompt: You had enough with Jerome as he keeps seducing other girls in front of you so you plan to leave him and go to New York. Where you will find yourself stuck in the web of another bug who will fall in love with you.

OMG. YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN SO KIND TO ME AT THE COMMENTS ASDFGHKL. Anyways~ Back to the point! This part 2 took me awhile! ^^”, I don’t really have much complete plot line for this story so yeah. And if you’re wondering, isn’t Gotham actually New York? Well, I knew that and this are two alternate universe conjoined to each other so mind as well say Gotham is different city in this reader insert, also Gotham isn’t really a popular city in this AU so yeah. Enjoy reading!

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It was a long ride to New York and you were awakened around the afternoon to find the owner of the bus tapping you.

“Miss, this is the last stop.”

You groaned and hoisted, nodding at the old man and resumed on walking out of the bus. The city of New York was eventful, and you couldn’t help but gawk at how optimistic the people are here. In Gotham, people feared for their lives but here you could see children moving around freely, stands that aren’t broken and everything that is the opposite of Gotham.

You separated the hood that was covering your face off. People here don’t really know much about Gotham so why bother cover up like some paparazzi would start taking picture of you. The rumbling of your stomach disturbed your fantasy, and you started to find some restaurant or whatever eatery that could provide you food for your hunger. Your luck remained beside for you as you found a hotdog stand in a distant. You paid for the hotdog that was on a stick with ketchup that accessorized it. You sat on a bench that was shaded by a tree and started to eat the food. While eating you brought out your cellphone.

And to your fear he texted you.

“Shit, now he would start find me. Better keep a low profile now,” you winced at the thought. You always loved attention and just having a low profile is hard for the formal serial killer.  You threw the phone at the earth and started stomping on it, which made some civilians gaze at you with oddness. You just wanted to stare back at the people and threat but you reminded yourself that you’re trying a new life as a rational person once again.

“There, no tracing me.” You muttered but then you grasped at the reality. “Fuck, now I don’t have a phone…”

You heaved a sigh and clutched your bag and roamed around for a while, trying to find a cheap hotel before you get a job. But then life teases you so much as you made another turn and saw a Mall with an Apple Shop.  You smirked, “Maybe stealing for a second wouldn’t hurt.”

Dragging the hood and is now covering your face, you arrived at the mall in silence. You passed the security with a little trick that Jerome taught you once, just thinking about that name made you wince. As you passed, the guards nod and you’re now almost free to steal hundreds of things in this mall but an IPhone is the only thing you needed for now. Maybe a MacBook too, it was a good decision so you included it at the list to steal in your head.

You entered the shop, and examined for any security cameras. “Of course there would be,” you murmured as you sighted three.

You then went to a laptop, which was not occupied and sneakingly hacked the system and deactivated the cameras one by one. Now your next plan, which you weren’t proud, had, consist of aiming a pistol towards the cashier.

“I need a phone dear, the latest one. And if you don’t hand it over to me I’ll—” you shot one person at the head that was trying to escape.  “Do that to you,” you spoke. Aiming once again to the cashier. “Y-yes sir!” she complied and proceeded to give you an IPhone, “Also give me one of the MacBook Air.” The cashier once again nodded and gave you the bag of the laptop. You proceeded to put the box to your backpack but then heard the girl calling 911. You rolled your eyes then shot her but then you heard the speakers of the mall alarming people.

You took your time but then you heard someone behind you. “Whoa man, stop right there.”

Turning back you saw a man dressed up in a spider suit which was odd because spiders couldn’t possible have red and blue color at the same time, right?

“The fuck is this, child’s play?” you thought out loud. “I wouldn’t think of that if I were you sir.” He then proceeded to shoot some web trying to get the gun but you managed to toss it and catch it with your other hand, you were completely surprised. People in New York have supernatural abilities? This will probably be harder than you thought it would be. You then shot the glass wall and dived in and continued on running, gripping the two bags tightly. The spider boy continued to chase you, you tried to lose him but he was too fast. You started to climb a ladder of a building. You were really talented on gymnastics and parkour because of your job in the circus with Jerome.

When you were now at the rooftop spider boy was there, stretching.

Mister you need to give that back!” you could almost imagine him beaming in triumph. You grumbled then sprint towards him, which made him, shock for a moment but then recovered back, you proceeded to engage a fight with him. You swing some punches to him and tried to kick him, which he kept dodging. Unfortunately, he was too quick and when you avoided one of his fists your hood fell and revealed your ponytailed/hair.

Y-You’re a girl?!” he gasped but then you managed to kick him on the chest and made a run for it. But when you were about to jump off the building and land to another one with such a great distance. Spider boy achieved to fire some webs on your leg when you jumped and tugged you towards him and proceeded to shoot some webs on all of your limbs, straining you. Preventing you to flee. You wriggled frustration is getting you.


“W-whoa! Calm down ma’am.” He brought out both of his hand and raised it beside him in a mocking manner. “If you didn’t stole, you wouldn’t been in this situation.”

The man in spider suit advanced picked the bag and the other bag, which has the laptop in it, hopefully it didn’t broke “Let me just get this and call the police—“


The man stared at you as you started to cry and shout he was confused on why you were acting like that. A trick? No, it seems genuine.


The cops dragged you at the station while you were crying and freaking out. “Madam, that man is a psychopath. He could never love you, he brought you in this situation and you chose to believe him and now this is the punishment.”

NoJ loves me he loves me! He wouldn’t leave me in this son of a bitch jail…. JEROME!” you said, struggling. Some of your faith was vanished when the police said those words. No, he couldn’t possibly abandon you here. Isolated. Few ticks ago, you and Jerome slaughtered most of the children and some parents in a birthday party. One of the neighbors overheard it and called the police leaving you unalert but Jerome knew this. So when you started to blow a punch on one of the children on the face, Jerome said that he would be back with a surprise. This is the second time both of you had a murder spree, so you could call yourself novice. You nodded, grinning at him and heard the door shut.  You continued on punching, stomping, having the time of your life and releasing all of the stress that was buckled up inside you.

You heard someone unlocked the door and you turned back smiling, “Jerome! This is fun!”

But it wasn’t Jerome you saw. It was three cops raising their guns at you. Now, you could easily escape this now but you weren’t witty back then. And that lead to the condition you were, in a cold prison. How did you get out? An acquaintance of Jerome and you from the circus helped you abscond. It was successful but when she said that you shouldn’t do it again and that Jerome is a bad deal you didn’t consider her advice. The next day you went to the circus to find Jerome with a brunette playing some games.

Mr. J!” you called out, they both turned around. The girl was angelic looking but had an aura around her that you didn’t like, when you glanced at Jerome. You swore he looked disappointed but rapidly covered it up. “Oh hey (Y/N)!” No sweet calls, no welcome back. As if he didn’t care you getting sealed up in the dungeon of a jail for five months, no hugs, no anything. Your heart stopped; this was the first time your heart broke due to love. “Who’s she?” the girl inquired Jerome.

“She’s a close friend of mine, hun.” You stared at him, eyes like saucer. “Please excuse us for a moment.”

You were about to speak up for yourself when he held your hand and dragged you in a well dim place. He looked at you, smiled. “I’m happy you’re out darling.” This gave you hope, a small smile managed to creep on to your face. “Don’t worry about her, bug.  She is just my new play toy, I still love you so much. Now be quiet of our relationship darling, it will ruin the fun.” He whispered and pecked my lips, it was quick which you were disappointed about but at least he gave some of his attention.


After that, he continued to do that same act again. Making you trust him, but smash it, then having an affair with another woman but claims that the female is another toy to him and you’re his soul mate.


“Jerome, don’t leave me…. I’m sorry for being a pain in the ass, I’m sorry for disturbing your torture, I’m sorry for asking too many question about the different girls you brought in the house! I just want you to stay Jerome…”

Spiderman looked at you confused but gloomy at the same time.  He wondered what happened to your past life that made your life so miserable. He assumed it was this “Jerome” person you were confessing about. He started to believe that you didn’t seem to be a bad person at all. Well being a homicidal person is unhealthy and awful but you seemed just mentally ill and had a hard time on your life. He couldn’t believe it but he is actually convinced that you can be cured. He pondered to whether give you to the police or just probably help you cope up and have a sane life. He felt sympathy. You seemed really afraid of being in jail; all people are but you in different case.

He sighed, “I’m going to regret this.”

Spiderman!” he heard the cops call out. He then proceeded to slide down the building, landing gracefully on top of the car of the police. “Did you manage to capture the burglar?” the fat police said, while the other police searched for the robber.

“Sorry o-officer…” he gulped. He wasn’t really a good liar; he just hoped they bought it. “The thief escaped. I’m really sorry.”

The policeman sighed, “Well… It happens, not all heroes could do their job perfectly.” He winced, his reputation decreasing.

“Alright, I’ll just go…” he answered back, swinging and jumping back at the building. He saw you passed out, in exhaustion probably.

“Spiderman, helping a criminal. What a news, I just hope I wouldn’t get caught…” He anticipated, detaching his mask. He wiped his sweat and looked at the sunset, then back to you. “What was I thinking?…” Peter walked towards you and kneels down. “Well… Off we go miss criminal, I guess?” he questioned to himself before putting his mask on and picking you up then going back to his and his Aunt May’s apartment.  He was just thankful that Aunt May was on a vacation the one and only Tony Stark.

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Awakened-Chapter 2

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

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Why Disney will never allow Reylo to become canon.

I hope it happens… I really do… but I know that it can’t. 

Disney won’t allow Kylo Ren and Rey to fall in love. Just look at the internet. So many people point out that Reylo is abusive. I don’t agree, but in some cases I see the argument. And just look at what the Reylos are doing to each other… 

Why would Disney allow their hero and villain to fall in love when it could torpedo Episode X? Think about it. They’ve invested a lot in Rey and Kathleen Kennedy may not allow their strong female lead to fall in love. This isn’t a fairy tale that she’s crafting. And if it does happen, it may not be in VII or IX. 

This fandom exploded from the moment that The Force Awakens was released. So many people feel the chemistry between Kylo Ren and Rey. It’s there in the movie… its present… but that doesn’t mean anything. Sometimes a crush is just a crush. It could just as easily be gone in the next installment.

In truth, it really never mattered if Rey was a Skywalker or not. Many Reylo detractors said that it made a difference, pointing out that she had to be Luke’s daughter. JJ Abrams debunked those rumors and said that Rey and Kylo will have an interesting relationship. 

Well… I have an interesting relationship with my best friend too. He’s gay but when we were in college, we dated and made love all the time. Something was off… and we finally figured out why!  That’s an interesting relationship. That doesn’t mean happily ever after nor does it mean tawdry affair. 

It’s tough to have Kylo Ren and Rey fall in love, when they don’t have many scenes together. The ones that they share, will be fight scenes. Take Han and Leia’s relationship… they were stuck on the Falcon. They had to face each other and interact. There was down time. Time to let it get under your skin. 

How are Kylo Ren and Rey suppose to find that time? Even with a Force Bond, the most they may share are visions… glimpses here and there. Luke and Vader were father and son—and even they didn’t share some elaborate secret. 

It’s just something to consider. I hope Reylo becomes canon… I really do.  

Good Boys Like Bad Girls (Part 5)

Summary:  Most teachers had a pet student but not many students had one. Except you.

“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”

Word Count: 4.5k

Kinks Included In This Chapter: Voyeurism, orgasm denial, choking

Author’s Note: I didn’t proofread this yet tbh. I’ll do it when I wake up. 

(Woo two gifs for one chapter. I’ll give credits when I wake up as well)

As you expected, Taehyung didn’t let you go that easily. He missed school, camped down in front of your house, and when that failed as you resorted to just not going home and staying with Jungkook wherever the hell he chose to spend his nights, he started following the both of you. That, of course, led to numerous clashes between the two boys that had Taehyung landing in the hospital every time without fail, just to get on his feet again and continue chasing you.

There was something to be said about his loyalty and perseverance but he was drawing too much attention to you and frankly, you were getting tired of his shit.

“Just go home, Taehyung. Let it go. Go on with your life. Seeing you get beat up every day is getting more than a little pathetic.” You wave your hands in the air dismissively, towering over the boy slumped on the floor and holding his stomach in agony.

“Never.” He hisses out and pulls his hand away from his stomach, showing you a metallic object held tightly in his fist.

You squint, struggling to decipher what the object covered in blood is when Jungkook speaks up.

“You stole my pocket knife.” He laughs, “You think that’s gonna help you?”

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Moving Business? 2

Originally posted by taedamn

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Mafia!au

Summary: You had managed to slip away from Taehyung, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go.

(Credit to original owner of gif)

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You had been staying at your friends apartment and still going to your work, you knew Taehyung would be watching you somehow but after a week you started putting him to the back of your mind as you were desperate to bury yourself in work. However every time you went home, his face was in your thoughts and appeared every time you closed your eyes. You hadn’t changed your number so the texts and calls for him were endless.

You wanted to feel bad because you hadn’t given him an explanation but you were sure he knew that you had seen his work. You decided while at work one day, to look up your own fiance and his business. You didn’t know why you were expecting some gang website to pop up or some really obvious clues but you found nothing and you weren’t surprised. You scrolled through the searches that came up with nothing. You sighed and leaned your head forward and rubbed at the back of your neck “Hey darl.” you heard an all too familiar voice purr from above you.

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Bts walking in on you crying because nothing is fitting right.

You’re perfect and you shouldn’t be insecure because I’m sure you’re biases would love your body type, I sure do! ❤️


Maknae line 

hyung line

Jungkook: He would worry because you’re taking a long time in the dressing room than you usually do. So he would go into you’reroom without knocking because of course he has seen your body before and the sight he saw broke his heart, seeing you cry always broke his heart. He would walk up to you asking what’s wrong holding your hands but you want to cover up because you’re insecure. He would know what’s wrong right way after you tried to cover up because you told him your insecure so he would just hug you and whisper things in your ear to make you feel better, “Y/N, you’re beautiful. I love you no matter what your body type is. You shouldn’t be insecure because the only one that’s going to see your body is me and I love your body type. I love you.”

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Imagine Having a One Night Stand With Your Best Friend, Chris Evans // Affair PT 1

Originally posted by esgaroths

“I love you, did you know that? I actually loved you.” You walked across the room picking up a picture of you two from one of the many times you had visited him on set. You turned to face him.

“I love you, I know I love you…but” he stopped mid sentence. His eyes were glossy, bloodshot and you could tell he was breaking as much as you were. “I made a mistake.”

You dropped the frame, shattering glass the only thing breaking the deafening silence in your living room. Your eyes met his and you swallowed a lump that formed in your throat.

“A mistake? That’s all it was to you? All I was to you?” You felt a wave of nauseous come over you and you had to cover your mouth. You wrapped your arms around your waist.  

“You know that’s not true, you’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, I just….I’m marrying Elizabeth.” He winced as the words fell from his mouth.

You stood there baffled. He was still going through with it. It was as if that night never happened. You looked at the man in front of you. You nodded slowly, wiping away the tears that fell.

You walked up to him, searching for some form of guilt or some form of regret. It was there, the regret.

“I…. ” before he could even get the words out you slapped him right across the face.

“Leave, just leave. ” you screamed as you started to hit him through the soul wrenching sobs.

Chris made his way to your door turning one last time to face you. Hurt by the fact he turned you into this. Hurt because he wanted so much more then this. He went to say something but shook his head and shut the door.

You fell against the panel, collapsing as you slid down the door to the floor. Heartbreak was your only friend.

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Korean Drama Recommendations/Fangirling:

So! A friend of mine on FB asked me late last night for Korean drama recommendations. She’s never watched kdramas before, so without intending to I just vomited up brief feels, synopses, and titles for her from which to choose. These titles were only the ones that immediately came to mind off the top of my head. Seeing as how I assume some of you adorable follower-humans might enjoy kdramas too, I thought I’d share. Most likely you diehards (pun not intended) out there have already seen these, but here’s some dramas to throw in your face anyway! Since it’s my thing, I’m going to go by genre; so all will have romance as either a main plot line or as a subplot. Brace yourself for the d'awws!


If you’re in the mood for a serious, beautiful, powerhouse of a drama with adult themes (ie adultery but not really…long story), dreams and money, sacrificing your true self for security to forsake happiness, and of COURSE sex and pianos, then you need to watch Secret Love Affair. It is hot and intense and has an open ended interpretation for a finale that will leave you stunned and happy.

I mean, damn, guys…come on just LOOK at this sexiness!

Plus it’s just a damn good drama all around. So watch it.


If you’re looking for something that walks the line between comedy and paranormal, you NEED to see The Master’s Sun. Its heroine is an hilariously adorable girl who can see ghosts, and the hero is a skeptic who, when the female lead touches, makes poltergeists disappear. It’s probably one of the best dramas that incorporates creepy horror with perfect comedy!


If you’re looking for something a bit different, you HAVE to watch Arang and the Magistrate. Same concept as The Master’s Sun, except the female lead is dead and a ghost, the setting is ancient Korea, and there’s gods, goddesses, action, magic, and evil political dudes. Plus the male lead is hilariously apathetic, and the female lead is a badass who kicks ass as a dead girl! It’s funny and dark and heartfelt and will leave you with all of the heart eyes! Plus it has the cutest ending that ever cuted itself.


If you’re looking for something strictly comedy and a bit silly, with moments of seriousness and more cute than you could shake a stick at, you need King of High School. Take an 18 year old high school guy and make him pose as his older brother as a prestigious CEO in a company that a dowdy, 30 year old over-looked heroine works at and you talk about some of the CUTEST comedy you’ve ever witnessed in your freakin’ life!


If you’re looking for something hella melodramatic and intense, go with Secret Love. Heroine is engaged to a guy who gets involved in a hit-and-run that kills a girl, and the heroine takes the fall for her fiance. Turns out the victim was the pregnant girlfriend of the male lead. The drama explores the idea of falling in love with someone, even as you hate them. Suffice to say, IT IS INTENSE, and a bit nuts of a drama, but it will leaving you feeling all of your emotions and then some.


If you want some time travel in your drama diet, go with Queen In Hyun’s Man. Hero is an ancient Korean scholar who finds himself traveling to the future, where he meets the female lead, an aspiring actress who lands the role of the Queen from our hero’s time period. Comedy, cuteness, angst, and adorableness ensues. And smexy kisses. OH MY GOD THE SMEXY KISSES!


Keeping in the same vain as the historical theme, Sungkyunkwan Scandal is adorable and perfect! Set in ancient Korea, in order to protect her family our female lead disguises herself as a boy to get into a university of sorts that only permits men. Cue “male lead finds himself attracted to a boy despite him not being gay” theme and much hilarious ensues. Ignoring the gay panic is a must, but if you can it’s so entertaining and will leave you so damn amused!


And, last but not least, keeping with the gay-panic theme, Coffee Prince. Coffee Prince is probably one of the best kdramas ever, and it’s basically the same premise as Sungkyunkwan Scandal; female lead lands a job in an all-male working environment to support her family. The only real difference is that in Coffee Prince, our heroine opens and closes the drama as a very tom boyish, masculine girl. She’s never subscribed to gender roles, so it makes her character far more interesting. There’s angst and cute and smexy kisses and great characters and everything you could ever want in a drama!

2003: Someone Like You

Drabble request by anon: 2003, “You’re having an affair?”

Word Count: 1032

A/N: This song really resonates within me. I mean, I haven’t found the someone I’m looking for (I’m not even really looking) but the rest of it? That bittersweet, kinda hopeful tone? It’s just so perfect.

Song 2003: Someone Like You by Boys Like Girls

Your phone rang, interrupting the dinner that you and Jensen were having. You offered an apologetic smile before pulling your phone out of your purse to see who it was. “Sorry, it’s my agent. I have to take this.”

He waved his hand at you. “Go right ahead. I’m gonna go to the bathroom while you talk to her.”

With tender eyes, you watched him walk away. Then you phone rang again, reminding you that you had to answer it. “Hey Tiff, what’s up?”

“I know it’s date night, and I’m sorry to interrupt, but I thought I should give you a heads up.”

“Heads up on what?”

Her deep breath was enough to tell you that you needed to prepare. “Rick got engaged tonight. It’s all over the tabloids. I just didn’t want you to be blindsided.”

You had to bite your tongue to keep your first reaction in check. Sure, it hurt to hear that your ex-husband was engaged to someone else, but it didn’t hurt quite as bad as you thought it would. After all, it had been over a year and a half since you’d gotten divorced, and your relationship had been over long before that.

“The spotlight is probably gonna move to you for a bit too. You know, see how his ex is reacting.”

“So that means that my relationship with Jense is probably not going to be able to stay a secret much longer, huh?”

“You don’t have to say anything—“

“They’re reporters, sweetie. They’ll find out. It’s a miracle Rick and I kept our divorce a secret until it was final.” You took a deep breath and tried to find your center. Your life had been… rocky, for lack of a better word. “Thanks for the heads up.”

You hung up and considered the news as Jensen strolled back through the restaurant. His eyes met yours, and your smile was automatic.

There was a lot in your past that you were trying to patch up. You’d decided to stop running from everything, and now you were looking for stability. And you’d found it with Jensen. He held you up while you fought your demons. He was the familiar song that you’d been searching for your entire life.

“What’d Tiffany say?” Your boyfriend asked when he sat down.

“Uh, Rick’s engaged. She was just giving me a heads up so I would know what to expect when reporters come to me.”

Jensen raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Good for him.”

“Yeah. She makes him happy, from what I’ve seen.”

You make me happy,” Jensen said, reaching across the table for your hand and drawing another smile out of you.

“I love you.” You squeezed his hand briefly before going back to your meal. You and Jensen discussed how this news would impact your relationship—or, more specifically, how it would affect your decision to keep your relationship quiet. And together, you made a new decision to stop trying to hide. You wouldn’t come right out and announce your status, but you’d stop going to such great depths to keep it hidden.

After dinner, you and Jensen strolled down a dark street hand in hand and the conversation drifted to other topics. Each moment with this man seemed to cement some of your tumultuous life in place. Every day that you saw him, you felt more at peace. You knew that you belonged by this man’s side.

“Y/N!” A vaguely familiar voice cut through the peaceful night and you turned to see an old friend hurrying towards you. When Jensen turned around, her gait slipped and she nearly tripped.

“Oh. You’re definitely not Rick.” Her scandal-covered voice dropped to a harsh whisper. “You’re having an affair?”

“What? No.” A glance at Jensen showed just as much confusion on his face as was on yours. “Rick and I have been divorced for over a year.”

“Seriously? I thought that was just a press thing to get more attention for your movies.”

And suddenly you remembered why you’d stopped hanging out with Sarah. She was only in the friendship for the notoriety. She loved having the inside scoop. More than once, private aspects of your life had been slipped to the press, and you knew that she was behind it.

So you put on a fake smile and tugged Jensen a few steps away. “No, it wasn’t. Anyway, it was nice seeing you, Sarah. We really have to get going.”

You ignored her sputtered protests and let Jensen lead you to the car. Like a true gentleman, he opened your car door for you before rounding the car to get in the driver’s seat.

“She seemed like a bitch,” he said, like the true not-gentleman he was. You burst out in laughter and glanced in the rearview mirror. Sarah was still standing on the sidewalk, furiously tapping on her phone.

“You do know that she’s gonna be tweeting and texting everyone she knows that I have a new man, right?”

“Good,” Jensen leaned over the center console and grinned. “It’s about time everyone knows how much I love you.”

You pressed forward for a kiss. “Get me home and you can show me just how much.”

“Sounds like a plan.” After another kiss, he put the car into gear and pulled away from the curb.

He reached over and tangled your fingers with his while the city lights flashed past the windows.

You’d done a lot of things wrong in your past, marrying Rick among them. But this? Being next to Jensen? This was right. You were leaving your past behind. You and Jensen would carve out a future that was perfect for the two of you. Things might get bad in this world, but you knew that you would always have a safe home with Jensen.

You didn’t know where you were going with your life, but you knew that you had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

And, judging by the ring box you’d discovered in one of Jensen’s drawers when you’d been looking for a pair of clean sweats to wear earlier in the week, your future included one hell of a guy.

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Fandom Fic Rec Days

To celebrate the Fandom Fic Rec Days on 10th,11th and 12th(see this), I’ve decided to create my own Adlock Fic Rec.Well I’m not exactly new to Sherlock fandom and adlock yatch in general.But I’m not a veteran either,since I’ve only been in this fandom for a year (since february 2015).Tbh,I’ve been a professional shipper for 4 years in other fandoms,I’m also a fanfic enthusiast.I have to admit,Adlock is one of the ship that has some of the greatest fics that I’ve ever had a chance to read in my fangirl life and some of the best fanfic authors I’ve ever seen.Without further ado,I would like to introduce to my fellow adlockers my Adlock Ficrec

***Warning:this list is based on my personal preference,so there will be a few that are left out.I call this list my adlock fic recommendation.Feel free to add your own favorite ones!

1.There are authors who frequently write about adlock,whether they write ficlets,drabbles or a whole series with the length of a real-life book series.To start,here is authors of adlock ficlets and short fics that I like: @ebdaydreamer, @randombiochemist @sorrowsflower(queen of short fics imo) @i-am-adlocked lyrangalia @throughtheparadox @captnandycalavera (if you want fluff and romantic,sweet adlock) and Del(goddessdel) (if you want to read smut)

2.Must read: The first thing I do when I enter a new ship is search for fanfics about them on ao3 and fanfiction.net.And this list contains fics which I highly recommend you to check out if you’re new to the yacht:

  • Neither A Soldier Nor A Gentleman by  Francesca_Wayland:The very first adlock fic that I read.A closer look at what happened after Sherlock’s rescue in Karachi and what followed.(you can check out the sequel Sui Generis and other fics written by her)
  • Come Attrition,Come Hell by @tales-of-inkinc:Sad,angsty,melancholy,might leave you heartbroken but just read this!It’s worth all the pain if you want to explore this side of their relationship
  • The Price Of Retrouvailles by @akajustmerry:If you want an in -character expression of love and and tenderness between our favorite geniuses and a good mystery then this fic is what you need.
  • What He Likes and sequel The Way the Heavens Go by solojones:Sherlock’s struggle with drug habit through the eyes of Irene.Very detailed and well written but unfortunately,the author haven’t update the sequel for a long time :(
  • The W Hypothesis by @elinorx :I admit,for a historical romance trash like me,this fic is like a dream comes true.I mean,adlock+victorian era+badass female characters+a thrilling case that contains layers of dark secrets?Count me in!And the narrative is so addictive,intriguing,seductive with the secretive and tragic air will leave you wanting for more!
  • Death Takes A Holiday series by @lyrangalia:What happened if Sherlock and Irene met during the two-year-hiatus? A holiday with blood,sex,violence,BDSM mixes with heavy sentiments,lies and constant deny of feelings.A memorable holiday that change both of it participants forever.Super long but extremely satisfying
  • A Very Different Level by SorrowsFlower:A seriesby @sorrowsflower-queen of short fics :) Update when the inspiration hit.For more adlock content,check out her tumblr.

And finally,I give you my no.1 adlock series:Sherlock & The Woman with its sequel The Good,The Bad and The Woman by Ibaraz:When I first came to Adlock yacht,I only looked for their fics on ao3,but due to the limited number of adlock fics on the site,I move to ff.net for more,That’s how I discovered these gems.The first time I read the fics,I was impressed because of how Sherlock-y the narrative was,but back then I kind of didn’t like the way the author wrote Irene.I’m sure some of you would have the same thought like me when you read the 2 fics the first time.But wait!Let me tell you this:we barely know anything about her,are you sure this Irene is OOC? Well to me after at least 10 times re read these two,I can say Irene Adler of this fic is absolutely my favorite.I mean,the reason this series is a true masterpiece to me is not just in the way each chapters is like a Sherlock episode itself (the clever and thrilling plot,smart dialogues,the way the characters act stay so true to their canon versions) but how the author has created,portrayed and explored the love-hate relationship between Sherlock and Irene in a way that will leave you stunned.Ibaraz has describe Sherlock and Irene’s relationship especially with all the odds and heartbroken aspects.With the minimum amount of romantic scenes but maximum the feelings and heartfelt meaning in each line of dialogues,not to mention a tons of well set up details that when everything is uncover is will make you surprise.And last but not least:This series is so so angsty and painful and so so sad that It’s so good.Each time I read It’s each time I discover some new layers behind all the beautifully written words.The emotions hit me everytime.I have like TOO many thing to say about this series but It’s best if you go and read it yourself (maybe I’ll have a post only for this one hell of a fanfic series).Seriously,this series deserves more attention and mentioning from the yacht! (and I’m shamelessly promoting it right now) 

Side notes:she is writing the third part of the series:  A Tale of Three Brothers and The Woman

3.Other mentions:

*ASiB/post ASiB/Hiatus fics

*S3/post S3/canon divergence 

The Empty Hearse and sequel The Sign of Three

For you and for myself and sequel Il M'a Dit, Elle M'a Dit

This is Not a Safe House, Part III

Ships in Glass Bottles

The Conundrum between Fire and Ice (WIP)

A Very Affirming Relationship

 In the Morning Sun

Nero Wolfe Series

*AU fics

A Scandal in Hogwarts (Harry Potter crossover) (WIP)

The caretaker (WIP)

The Broken Tango


Here Be Dragons (in-hiatus)

Seokjin Scenario: Cheap Thrills.

Request:  A scenario where Reader and Jin are heirs to a rivaling company. You both pretend to hate each other infront of your family but are secretly going out and one day something happens between the two of you(a baby). You’re both forced to reveal your relationship to both your parents (which causes more problem with each other) however the results ended up in to having a merger turns out it was th best decision for both company.

Genre: Romance / Drama

–I see the host wasn’t as selective as I thought he would be – you laughed softly, mockingly, taking a little sip from your cup of water and side eyeing Seokjin, who was passing by your table with his father at his right.

He smiled, fixing his tailored suit jacket. –Obviously not, since we have the unpleasure of meeting –

He said nonchalantly, and you smirked, smoothing down your dress and not bothering in looking at him anymore, it was hard to attack him verbally while looking to his eyes.

–Are things so bad at home that you came for free food? – your mother laughed softly next to you and Seokjin’s father turned red with what was most probably anger. –That wouldn’t happen if you just stepped out of the way of my family and let the business to people who clearly know what they’re doing better than you–

–Oh you wish that dear – This time Jin approached you, standing behind your chair and bending down to speak close to your ear, and you pretended that his closeness didn’t affect you at all. –We’ll be around for a while so get used –

–You’re disgusting, and clearly not aware of the sense of personal space – you frowned at him standing up, and your mother did so as well.

–Don’t lose your time Y/N, they’re hopeless – she was saying but your head was only focused on the light dizziness that took over you, so much that you had to hold onto the edge of the table while feeling the blood leaving your face.

You saw Seokjin’s eyes change, the slightest bit, a hit of worry clouded over them but he couldn’t approach you, not right there in front of everyone, so you steeled yourself and swallowed harshly.

–Yes, they are – you retorted, but it didn’t sound as bitter as you wanted it to be, you turned around quickly to search for the bathroom. You’d been feeling nauseous since the morning and you supposed the strong smell of the food served at the party made it all wrong.

You pressed a hand drenched in cold water to your forehead and waited a few minutes for you to calm down before going out again, and you found Seokjin outside, focusing on his phone and trying to dissimulate the fact that he was waiting for you.

–Are you alright? – he asked in a whisper. The hallway was empty and you walked slower than usual.

–I don’t feel too well, but I’m a little better now – His eyes focused on you with the usual warmness and tenderness that he looked at you in private, when nobody else was seeing and you didn’t have to conceal the feelings you had for each other. He took the few steps separating you and his hand caressed your cheek gingerly.

–You’re so pale Y/N – you rested your face on his palm and nodded, rejoicing onto the touch for a few seconds before stepping away and looking to the other direction.

–I’ll be alright, much better when I see you later – you smiled to yourself, caressing your perfectly styled hair and Jin laughed under his breath. Walking away from you to the opposite direction.

–I’ll leave before the clock hits twelve, so you won’t have to wait long for me, it’s a promise –

It didn’t matter to you anymore that all your dates and escapades were in secret, you always did the most of those moments and you’d been craving for Jin’s company for a week already. You nodded with the smile still on your lips, Seokjin was wearing the tie you’d given him, the one that matched perfectly your dress and whoever looked at you would think that it was an unlucky coincidence the fact that you were dressed as a couple, even your mother had laughed at that, oh if she knew, the you had fallen in love with the only man you weren’t supposed to.

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Venus:12th house✨🌊🌹🌊✨

-very compassionate and loving

-love feelings take on a deeply spiritual and emotionally transcendental tone

-Feelings of loneliness usually due to being shy

-Artistic and creative and inspiration usually comes through the unconscious mind 

-Emotionally sensitive

-sweet and pleasant dreams are more common I would assume??

-Needs and enjoys peace and quiet time 

-Frequent Social/Romantic frustration from shyness

-often indicates secret love affairs and romances 

-These people are usually the kind of people to hide/block their faces when people take pics of them

-If afflicted,you may drown your sorrows/take pleasure in the use of drugs/alcohol 

-There can be an attraction to those you cannot have,disillusionment/deception in love

-I’ve read that there can be an addiction to shopping??(but I feel like this can also be with many other placements like Venus in the 2nd and stuff)

-–Little note:Lmao I usually type these in my notes then copy and paste but this time I was extra lazy and copied and pasted this from an old ask I got(I still edited a little bit tho)😭😭😭

Forbidden Love (Richonne AU) Love letter challenge: Your Love For All Of Time

@siancore actually tagged me in this and I was super excited. I had thought the challenge ended on Sunday but it actually ended yesterday. I started writing this on my phone last night hoping to have it up by Saturday night…and I fell asleep. I work on Saturdays. So I finished it anyway and I hope you all like it. It’s kinda long sorry. @richonnefics


Michonne stood in the kitchen watching the maids clean the silverware. She stood rigid and tall, in her usual spot in the corner as she watched over the maids. Her duty to make sure that not only did every piece of silver make it back into the cupboard but to make sure it was all spotless.

She just couldn’t seem to focus on her task tonight. Her mind kept drifting to someone it shouldn’t. “Are you always so serious?” Michonne could hear his voice in her head so clearly she looked around to be certain he hadn’t walked into the kitchen.

That was a foolish thought. Rick Grimes was gone. Gone for good. The beautiful 6 months they had spent together were the only things she had left of him.

“I am only joking with you.” Rick said as he watched the grimace spread across her beautiful face. “You shouldn’t smile if you don’t want to.” Michonne’s face softened, trying to ignore the young aristocrat who wandered into her busy kitchen. “There isn’t very much to smile about is there?” The young man whispered softly, looking downward toward his feet. Michonne looked at him then, he was tall and like the other nobles staying at the Walsh country estate, well dressed. Tall and lean, his hair was perfectly coifed, curly and brown. He had arrived with a young woman, his fiancé, she had been told by one of the other head maids. “I thought weddings were supposed to be a happy affair.” Michonne said softly, looking at him. Rick looked over at her,  his blue eyes that were clouded in sadness were suddenly bright and wide. Alive. “So she speaks and she has the voice of an angel.” Michonne forgot herself and smiled at him, shaking her head. “You’re an oddity Mr. Grimes.” “Rick. Please call me Rick.” He replied looking at the slender, curvy woman with luscious dark skin and the most beautiful eyes he had ever gazed upon. They held one another’s gaze a moment longer. Michonne released the breath she had been holding. “Rick.”

“Well ladies, good night. Your service was impeccable as always.” Michonne said as she locked up the silver cupboard. “Aye Michonne you wanna stay and ‘ave a drink with us.” One of the maids asked. “No, not tonight, Andrea. I am tired.” The maid nodded and hooking arms with her friend and heading off to the maid’s quarters.

Michonne knew the last thing she would do that night was sleep. Michonne ran her hands along the spotless counter tops as she inspected the kitchen one last time. They had been reckless, smiling too much at one another, longing glances at one another in full view of others, and even caught more than once in conversation. Unusual for a maid and a nobleman but Rick was very quick and convincing with his excuses. He grew tired of them though. Rick had no desire to marry Lori Wayne and he was having difficulty pretending he was even interested in the idea.

“I am tired of this, sneaking about Michonne, it’s beneath us.” Rick said, his hands about her waist, she was pushed against a corner in the kitchen, the place where they would sometimes seek solace in one another throughout the day. When breakfast was long finished and lunch wouldn’t need prepping for another hour or so, he would whisk her away from her chores to the quiet of the empty kitchen, press his lips against hers, his body flush against hers, moaning as they devoured one another. Not even their previous night of love making could dim this fire that burned within them both for one another. “Well what else is there we can do?” Michonne said, running her hands along the soft fabric of shirt, feeling the hard muscle of his chest beneath, remembering how wonderful it had felt to be bare against one another. “We could elope and go to London. Would you like that? Will you marry me?” Rick said, staring down into the face of the woman he loves. He delighted in the sweet smile that came upon her face. “I would love that Rick with all my heart. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Michonne whispered. Rick let out a cry of happiness. “Shhh. We’ll be found.” Michonne said giggling at the man who made her blissfully happy, she loved him with every fiber of her being. “I don’t care.” He said smiling at the woman in his arms as he bent his head to capture her sweet lips with his own. His grip tightening on her waist. Rick moaned as Michonne’s hands found there way into his hair.“

Michonne watched as the tear drop landed with a soft thud on the countertop in the kitchen. It startled her to realize she was crying. Michonne reached her hand out to wipe the tear away and turned off the light in the kitchen. She began to make her away down the maid’s corridor to her room.

The door creaked open as Rick stepped into the room. He figured Mr. Walsh summoned him to talk about shooting or the wedding he would never have with Lori, but as he entered the room he realized the topic would be of a grave nature. In the room was Mr. Walsh, his aunt Carol, his father, and to his horror Michonne was seated in a chair in front of them. Tears stricked her lovely face and she avoided Rick’s glaze. “What is this?!” Rick demanded to his family loudly, coming to Michonne’s side, bending to his knee looking up at her. “Are you alright, darling?” Rick implored as he reached up to caress the tears away from her cheeks. Michonne nodded, her eyes wide with surprise at his endearing sentiment in front of his family. “Rick, have you gone quite mad!?” His aunt Carol spoke her voice harsh and shrill. “You are engaged to be married. How could you be so careless to flaunt your affair in the kitchen? You both should be so lucky that it was only me who happened to witness your abhorrent display.”

Rick stood up quickly. “Watch your tone. Michonne and I are in love. We wish to be married and I want to call off the wedding to Lori. I never wanted it in the first place.” The three stared at Rick in shock. Mr. Walsh reared back and laughed, breaking the silence in the study, his eyes fell on Michonne. “My, my dear girl, who knew under that serious demeanor of yours, there was such a seductress.” He leered at the young maid. Rick stepped in front of his friend’s father, blocking his gaze of Michonne. “Michonne and I are in love.” Rick spoke again. Mr. Walsh sat back again in his chair, looking up at Rick. “I have no doubt you feel that way but whatever is between you ends tonight. Michonne came here to earn money for her sick father. If she chooses to live in destitution with you then surely her father will die. I will indeed terminate her employment here.” He said, he spoke the words calmly. “Destiute? I am not poor. I can buy whatever medicine your father needs, Michonne.” Rick said looking at Michonne but she would not meet his gaze.

“I am afraid son, that this will bring ruin to our family, to the noble name we have built. If you marry this woman…I will disown you and move your inheritance to your brother.” Rick’s father said in one breath. He looked at his son, it killed him to be this cruel. To snatch away his son’s happiness, he couldn’t even deny his son had been in fantastic spirits the past months. He knew his son’s love was genuine but he didn’t control the world. Rick was beyond hurt his father would do this to him, as he stared at him, heartbroken. “Rick.” Michonne said softly, as she arose from her seat, touching Rick’s forearm. He turned from his father to look at his love. Her eyes were red from her tears but there were no more tears. “We were foolish to think we could do this.” Michonne began staring into his eyes. Rick’s beautiful cerulean eyes filled with tears. “Michonne -” Rick said quickly, he knew what she was about to say. “Rick. I will always love you and I would be happy being poor with you for a thousand life times.” Michonne said as she struggled to keep herself from crying as she watched fresh tears spill down his cheeks. “My father is very ill. He has the consumption and I am holding on to hope that I can keep him alive long enough to see him one last time. If the physicians will even allow me.” She took a deep and continued. “I can’t let him die on the streets like so many others. He’s a great man.” Rick dropped his head and placing his hands on her waist, pulling her closer. He put his forehead against hers as the tears flowed freely him. “I love you so much.” Rick whispered. Michonne pulled her head back to gaze up at him, her hand brushing his tears away, her other hand caressing his hair. “I will always love you, Rick Grimes.” She whispered before pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Rick sought her lips eagerly, kissing her deeply, pulling her closer to him. Neither cared that they were not alone as they kissed good bye. Michonne reluctantly pulled from his arms, turning to Mr. Walsh “Am I allowed to return to my quarters?” Mr. Walsh swallowed hard. “Yes and this better never happen again. Do you understand?” He asked shakily. Michonne nodded. “Yes sir.” Michonne said avoiding Rick’s eyes next to her. “You’re dismissed.” Mr. Walsh said with a wave of his hand. Michonne moved quickly past Rick and to the door, she looked back at Rick once more. She shouldn’t have, it took all the strength she had in her to leave him standing there so broken.

Rick and Lori were whisked away from the country estate that same night. Michonne never knew what they told Lori in regards to leaving so early. Today they had finally wed and The Walsh’s were there to attend the wedding of their oldest friend’s son but the preparations for the journey had been a painful time for her and now it was surely done. Rick was gone forever. Michonne hastened her pace, she wanted to lay in her bed, she was exhausted. When she rounded the corner however Andrea was there waiting for her. “Is everything OK, Andrea?” Michonne asked, taking a deep breath. “Oh yes, miss. I’m fine indeed.” Andrea said quickly, lowering her voice. “I ‘ave somethin’ for you and I didn’t want the other maids to see.” Andrea pulled a thick envelope from the pocket of her uniform. She handed it to Michonne. “Rick’s valet ‘ave it me this morning, yea.” Michonne eyes shot up to look at Andrea. “Don’t worry miss, your secret is safe with me yea. I got paid handsomely to deliver that letter, I did.” Michonne collected the letter. “Thank you, Andrea.” Andrea nodded and headed off to where the other maids were drinking.

Michonne quickly entered her room, closing the door to her quarters, she sat on the bed and tore into the envelope. As she unfolded the paper, several notes fell from the letter, littering the bed and floor. Michonne frowned and quickly went to gather the money. It was over a £1000. Michonne placed the money on her nightstand and reached for the letter.

To my dearest, Michonne

Words can not express how desperately I miss you. There is not a day that passes where I do not think of you. I miss your clever words and the sound of your laughter. I miss your sweet smile. I miss holding you tight to me as you sleep. I long for you. I will always love you. You deserve to be happy. I have included money for you to leave the Walsh’s and arrangements are being made to move your father to a home just outside the city, that belongs to you. I have arranged for a live in physician to help care for your father. In the morning my carriage will take you to your new home.

I will never, ever forget you my love. I will always be yours no matter the circumstances. I belong to you, forever and always no matter what happens. One day I know we shall be reunited.

Your love for all of time,
Rick Grimes

Michonne couldn’t recollect how long she laid sobbing on her bed, clutching the words of her true love to her chest, she sobbed until no tears were left. Michonne lay in bed looking at the ceiling, the letter pressed against her breast. She smiled and sat up, her finger tips danced over his typed words. “We will be reunited my love.” Michonne whispered. She placed the letter on the bed and stood. Michonne grabbed the bag she arrived at the Walsh’s with and began to pack away her few belongings.

anonymous asked:

Hi! 15 and/or 25 with archie from the dialogue list? x

15. “I fall for the worst ones.”
25. “I told you not to fall in love with me.” (w/ Archie)

You sighed as you got pushed off the swing and pushed yourself up with your chubby 12 year old fingers.

“Do you need help?” Asked a voice that was slightly deeper than your own.

You glanced up to see a lanky red-headed boy. You nodded and he grabbed your hand and helped you up.

“I’m Archie!” the boy exclaimed.

“(Y/N),” you replied.

“Did Reggie push you off?”

You nodded.

“Well stick with me and I’ll help you get away from him.“

You looked at Archie hesitantly before nodding.

“Great! Before we become friends, I have to warn you: don’t fall in love with me,” he said, chuckling.

You laughed and gently pushed his shoulder. “No problem there.”

That was three years ago and now, in sophomore year, you had ignored Archie’s warning.

You were in love with him and the only one who knew was Betty. Things had gotten tense between the both of you when you told her because she had also been in love with the redhead. At least, she was until a certain raven-haired beauty showed up.

But a few days into the school year and Jughead Jones (your other close friend) had spilled Archie’s secret: he was having an affair with Ms. Grundy.

I fall for the worst ones,” you groaned as you slid into the booth across from Betty and Veronica. Jughead had decided to tell you what he had discovered face-to-face and as much as you hated to admit it, the news had basically shattered your heart. “I can’t believe he would do that.”

“Who would do what?” grinned Archie as he arrived at the table, sliding in next to you and pushing you further into the booth.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t stop the racing of your heart as his thigh pressed against yours and his arm was swung casually over your shoulder. You hated the fact that he had that effect on you. You hated the fact that you were in love with your best friend.

"Uh, Reggie,” Betty stumbled. “She can’t believe that Reggie stood her up.”

Archie’s eyes widened. “You were going out with him.”

You glanced at B & V, who glared at you, before swallowing hard and turning back to Archie nodding furiously. His jaw clenched as he got up and walked away. “I thought you knew better than to date him (Y/N/N).”

Betty and Veronica squealed as soon as he walked out of the diner.

“He was totally jealous hon,” V said.

You nodded absentmindedly.

The rest of the week passed by slowly. Archie had been ignoring you all week until he finally talked to you on Friday.

“Listen (Y/N), I don’t think you should go out with Reggie,” he said.

You snorted softly before looking up at him (he was quite tall). “I’m not going out with him.”

“What?” Archie asked.

“B & V lied. I’m not interested in him Arch. I’m- I’m interested in you,” you admitted quietly.

You heard his sharp intake of breath and you glanced up at him shyly.

“Oh (Y/N),” he muttered. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

You swallowed back you tears as you nodded. “I know.”

Archie stared after you as you walked away.

You made your way to the drive-in, knocking on the door. A disgruntled Jughead answered, ready to scold whoever was outside before he caught sight of your face. “He knows doesn’t he?”

You nodded as he stepped aside to let you in. You hadn’t cried and you would not cry over Archie Andrews.

“You wanna see a movie?” Jughead asked quietly.

You nodded as he started playing some cliché horror movie, sitting down next to him and losing yourself in the film as you both told cheesy jokes and ate the crappy snacks from the concessions stand.

You wish you had never met Archie Andrews.

(very poorly written but I think its decent enough to post.)

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I’ve decided to focus my (terribly mixed) feelings into this little deleted scene that I would have liked in the finale. I know that we’re all a little, frustrated? Dare I say, by the finale, and general lack of Jay’s point of view and Linstead so I wanted to focus a little on him. It’s my first time ever writing a fic so I hope this is not super terrible or out of character. Enjoy!

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ladyroseystuff  asked:

How would you feel about a headcannon of how each of them would react to MC being in an abusive relationship (family or other). Sorry if it's weird, uncomfortable, or you've done a similar one. It helps me to see what others might do in a situation I've dealt with myself. (Btw been safe from it for 1yr & 5m ^^)

This was a bit difficult to write as I have luckily never been in an abusive relationship but I hope I managed to portray the feelings enough.

I’m so glad that you’re safe from it now because no-one should have to be in a situation like that!

I’ll warn here and put the headcanons under the cut because there are mentions of abuse and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable ~H x

RFA reacts to an MC in an abusive relationship

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My Own Personal Hero (Sherlock X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Sherlock X Fem!Reader

Universe: Sherlock

Warnings: Murder, panic attack, claustrophobia.


Request: Sherlock x reader. Sherlocks girlfriend come by the flat to pick up a few things and ends up getting dragged into the final problem. If at the end you could do it so her and John get separated. Could you make so she’s clostraphobic  

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You had come by 221B Baker street to get your coat that you had left yesterday and in the pocket was your wallet so you couldn’t wait. You ran to the apartment and let yourself in, announcing to Mrs Hudson it was only you, and she called a good morning back before you ran up the stairs and let yourself into the apartment.

John was sat at the desk on his computer, Sherlock not there. “Good morning John.” You called. He looked up and smiled.

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