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The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

“Open the fuckin’ door, Shawn!” someone yells from the hallway. Shawn looks through the peephole and you can hear a string of swears from under his breath. Apparently he knew who it was. Thank god. He adjusts the gun in the back of his pants and flips the lock to open the door.

“What the fuck do you want?” he asks harshly of the person you can’t see. He doesn’t have the door open enough to let them in. Obviously it wasn’t someone he cared to talk to.

You hop off the counter and as you get closer you can make out that it’s a woman’s voice coming from beyond the door. “You think you can just replace me? You think bringing some naive little girl into your twisted little games is going to work out? Does she even know what you’ve done?”

“Should I go?” you ask softly as you approach the door.

Shawn looks over at you and holds his hand up to silence you. As much as you want to snap at him for shushing you, you hold your tongue. “Can you get out of here Lauren?” he asks and you can see he’s holding the door closed against her pushing, knuckles turning white against the dark wood. “I have work to do and I don’t need to deal with you right now.”

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Far Away

AU #19 (from this list)


My heart actually hurts

Warning: Your heart might break but it will be healed with fluff

I advise you to listen to Stay by Blackpink on loop until you’re done reading

  • You and Minghao are childhood friends
  • Known each other since you were v young
  • Your parents died when you were little, so you lived with your uncle in a small town miles from the city
  • Everyone was kind of worried that he would take care of you because he was kind of detached from the family
  • But once he had toddler you in his arms, he just melted and became the most caring uncle ever
  • Everyone loved you and how adorable you acted
  • You were just that loveable
  • And your uncle gained everyone’s trust back because he raised you so well
  • You were his blessing in disguise
  • You were Minghao’s blessing in disguise too
  • He was kind of bad at making new friends back then
  • But you became his friend instantly
  • He lived just a couple doors down, and one day your uncle was playing with you outside when he curiously poked his head out from behind the fence
  • Your uncle noticed his small head and invited him over to draw on the concrete with chalk
  • You two clicked instantly
  • By the end of the day, your uncle was apologizing to his mom that Minghao got covered in chalk dust, but she just laughed and said you were the first person Minghao’s talked to in a while
  • So from that day on, you would go outside every day to play
  • You were inseparable
  • The first day it rained, his dad rang your doorbell with a smol Hao gripping his pant leg and looking up at your uncle
  • “He really wanted to see Y/N”
  • awwww
  • Your uncle and his dad talked while you both played with toys in the living room
  • Once school started, you two were still stuck like glue
  • You did help Hao make some new friends you would spend time with at school
  • But once it was time to go home, it was always just you and Hao
  • Your uncle and Minghao’s parents always expected to have one of you over for dinner
  • Your uncle pretty much started buying food for 3 lol
  • Minghao also got really close to your uncle, who taught you both how to ride bikes
  • He definitely showed off a little once he got the hang of it
  • He begged his dad for a bike after, and his dad got him one after seeing how good he was
  • Once you got a little older, Minghao would often ride his bike around the neighborhood every morning waiting for you to come outside and ride with him
  • You would often walk to the nearby grocery store with your uncle to get food (and candy, of course), and Minghao tagged along to make the trip more fun
  • Your uncle also taught him how to play guitar!!!
  • You preferred to just watch instead of learning yourself
  • So on his birthday, you came to his house with a beautiful guitar as a gift
  • It was a little big, but your uncle said it was so he could grow into it
  • After that day, he would always practice after school when he got home
  • He’d even try to write songs!!!
  • And he’d perform his songs for you when it rained
  • On your 12th birthday, his gift was the best one ever
  • You woke up, and immediately you heard music drifting in through your window
  • Outside was Minghao standing right in front of your house next to his bike, playing a song he wrote for you
  • You ran out and gave him a big hug once he put his guitar down
  • The next year was just a great as the last, and you both could explore farther reaches of the town and later in the night than before
  • Every weekend, you’d go out at night to look at the stars and listen to Minghao’s songs
  • From the hill you sat on, you could faintly see in the distance lots of bright lights
  • “Hao, what do you think is over there?”
  • “Mom says it’s the city. Really noisy and too bright…I don’t like it”
  • “Don’t you want to see the lights?”
  • “Your smile’s all the light I need.”

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Daisies, Sunflowers, Roses ;; Tom Holland

a/n: this got rly poetic idfkkkk. i mean i based this off of ed sheeran’s Hearts Don’t Break Around Here (aka my fav song of his) so what do you expect. also, this is written from toms perspective. let me know what ya think!

summary: hmmm little moments with tom involving flowers and such

warnings: literal fluff


Summer was spent next to her. The setting sun causes the world to have a sort of golden tint to it. My eyes drift upon the yellow field with specks of white daisies. I look at her back and study it for a while. Her skin tanned, reminding me of the color of honey, and her hair, wild curly from swimming earlier and letting it air dry, is sat in a top knot on the top of her head. Her white sundress with red and pink flowers flows out around, contrasting against her tinted skin. The strap on her right shoulder slips down, but she doesn’t pull it back up, knowing that it was only the two of us out here. I look at the back of her neck, a ray of light hits it perfectly, highlighting the darkening birthmark beaneath her hairline.

She lifts her head after looking down for so long and peeks over her shoulder, “You ready?”

I smile softly, sitting straighter and nodding, “I suppose. I’m not sitting here alone for fifteen minutes for nothin’.”

She grins, rolling her eyes and turning to me, her arms still tucked behind her back. I keep eye contact with her light irises as her walks over to me only on her knees. Her teeth, white and straight, tug her bottom lip between them before she sets her legs on either side of hips in anstraddle position. I lean back on my hands to get a better look at her smiling face. When I do, I can’t help but catch her contagious grin and smile happily back at her.

She whips her hands out from behind her back and places them on my head, moving around the mess of curls before situating something atop of them, “Ta-da! For my prince.”

I feel around the top of my head blindly until I touch the flowers in the shape of a crown. The corners of my mouth turn upward, my eyes flash to her face. She wears a matching crown, woven with daisies and other wild flowers. She stands, her knees brown and caked with mud, and does a twirl. Her dress lifts just a bit as she spins, showing off her cheeky underwear with polka dots. I smirk, standing up and walking towards her.

“Does that make you my princess?” I ask, placing my hands on her hips and pressing my nose to hers.

A single strand of hair dangles in front her eyes as she licks her lips while nodding, “I believe it does.”

I flash her a grin before ducking and wrapping my arms around her legs and holding her over my shoulder. She squeals, hitting my back softly and gripping my shirt. My feet lead us back to the Jeep that brought us to this fairy tail kingdom she created.

“Tooooom!” she whines as we near the vehicle, “What are you doing?”

I chuckle, walking to the passenger door and opening it. Setting her down, I look at her, replying, “I’m about to carry my princess into the sunset. Happily ever after.”


I listen to the bedroom door creak open along with four furry paws and two human feet pad in. My eyes close, pretending to be asleep still, even though I woke up thirty minutes earlier due to the coldness of empty sheets. Looking at the back of my eyelids, I hear her set a tray down on the small vanity across from our bed. Then, the bed slowly dips beside me. I feel her peek over at me, to check if I’m still asleep.

“Steady,” she says to Tessa in a low, quiet voice, “go on. Wake Tom up now.”

Suddenly, a warm tongue is being spread all across my face. I open my eyes and smile and energetic dog licking my chin and ears. I laugh hoarsely, petting the back of her neck and ears. I look over to my left and see Y/N, wearing a pair of pink undies and one of my oversized jumpers. She has a soft smile on her natural face, watching the happy scene in front of her. I start to sit up and calm Tessa down.

“Morning Tess.” I coo as she settles down in between Y/N and I. I turn to Y/N, leaning in and kissing her, mumbling against her lips, “Mornin’ darling.”

“Good morning, slober face.” She giggles, wiping the palm that was resting on my cheek against my bare chest.

I run a hand across my face and wipe it on the comforter before pulling her in for a another, more compassionate, kiss. She pulls away, breathing out a laughing and walking over to her he vanity.

“Before we do anything else,” she smiles, bringing over a plate, “breakfast.”

Tessa’s ears perk up at the word and she jumps down to eat her kibble. A grin sits on my face as she hands me a plate, complete with eggs, toast, bacon and a hash brown. How did I get so lucky?

“Tea also.” She hands me a mug and sits beside me with a plate and cup of her own.

A sleepy smile stretches across my face, so wide it probably touched each ear. I take a sip of my warm tea, and glance around the room. The morning sun is peaking through the curtains and morning birds whistle happily. My eyes land on a few sunflowers soaking up water in a vase. I look between them and Y/N before getting up and snagging one before walking back to her.


“I don’t know how to show you my gratitude, so here’s a sunflower.” I smile, tucking the particularly large and yellow flower behind her ear.

She grins, leaning up and kissing my chin before sitting back down, “Hurry up and eat your food so I can hug and kiss even more.”


The energetic airport froze for a moment, I swear it did when she placed her hand on the back of my neck as she hugged me tightly. For a second, the paparazzi was gone, no one was speaking on the intercom, and we were alone together. A scene from a movie, perhaps. It almost didn’t seem real. Was this a dream?

“I missed you, Tom.” she mumbles into the corner of my neck, kissing the skin there.

I pull away to we’re I can see her and kiss her. Her soft lips against my chapped ones, a feeling I’ve longed for these past few months. She leans back, holding on to my biceps and grinning at me. I smile back, the happy gleam in her eyes making my worries vanish. We were back home together, and it felt so good.

“I got you something, from the airport shop in Canida.” I bite my lip as I smile. She raises her eyebrows in excitement as I turn to retreats her gifts. The littlest things make her ecstatic, that’s why I chuckle when I hand her a small bouquet of red roses and a Canadian flag.

“Tom!” She squeals, wrapping her arms around me once again, “Thank you so much.”

I hug back before handing her the roses. She lifts them to her noses, taking in their sweet scent and closing her eyes. When she opens them, she’s looking at me. I can see the happiness in them, how thankful and cheery she is to have us back together again. I take her hand in mine and my luaggage in the other and lead us both out of here.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She whispers in my ear, her lips brushing against the love as she does so, before kissing my temple.

I look at her, kissing the top of her head, “Me too, love.”


10-Heart Pop-Art Eligibles

So here it is, all in one place. Thank you all, it’s been fun!

If you’d like, check out the previous 10-Heart Pop-Art posts or some of my other personal work.


“It was always a circle, from our hero’s family home to an underworld to the rallying of the tropes, and Gareth always wanted to get Jyn back home again; it starts with the home and end with (a metaphorical) home.”  - The Art of Rogue One, Josh Kushins

reasons to stay alive:
  • all the beautiful things waiting for me, when im no longer in agony and i already love me. the things that are meant to compensate the years of my suffering. the calm after the storm. the very feeling of having the chance to say, “i finally did it. im here. im glad im here.”
  • movies to be produced, technology and computers to be created, artworks to be made, and the mere existence of the future. will it be as technologic as i imagined it to be? i want to know. i want to see it myself
  • the delight and simple joy of seeing the sunrise; will it be as orange as yesterday? or will it be a little more pink? painting, taking snaps, and enjoying the scenery without having to worry about anything. the beauty of nature. i want to feel it every day.
  • the coming of the seasons. the smell of lavenders and sunflowers on spring. the ombré colors of the streets on autumn. the warmth of the summer sunshine. the coolness of snow on my winter skin. the concept of having to experience the cycle every year. the clothes i must wear on such. every little thing about everyday.
  • the pets i love. i wouldn’t want them to wake up and wonder where i am one day. i know what it’s like to be so alone in this place full of strangers. and i know it will break their hearts. the plants i keep. i dont want them to wilt and die bc nobody would water them miraculously as much as i do. i dont want them to lose themselves the way i lost me.
  • the books i haven’t read. the museums i haven’t been to. the songs i haven’t heard. the people i haven’t met. the simplest things that i haven’t done. i want to feel what it’s like to meet new things once again. i want to feel what it’s like to feel appreciated and to appreciate something one last time.
  • and the redemption. i want to be me again. i want to remember what it’s like to be me a few years ago. i want to wake up without groaning because i didn’t lose it last night. i just want to be new, to be reborn, to be beautiful one more time. and that will only happen if im alive. and that simple string of hope is what keeps me going. and i believe that simple string of hope will keep me breathing for the longest time. :)

hello venus have been through so much and deserve so much better

Ally: [looks at 4/5 then looks at Simon and LA]

Ally: This is my family… I found it… It’s little and broken, but still good.

Ally: [see’s 4/5 laughing and messing around with each other and smiles]

Ally: yeah, still good.

My whole life orbited around you. And regardless of whether that was right or wrong, I existed that way. I felt like it was you who made me exist, the way you touched me, the way you held me, and I inflated to occupy the space I had spent my whole life shrinking from. You fit like a puzzle piece around me, holding me close until your scent was the blanket that let me fall asleep, and your touch was the warmth of my beating heart, a reminder of all that was good.
You were what I had never felt. What I had always needed. And what would break me?
Once I had locked myself to you I never intended on letting go, like how ivy can become parasitic to the tree it hugs so tight; I forgot to let you feed yourself first. It led to pain…that key I had fit tightly into my heart wrenched itself out, slowly, day by day, until I was left with a cavern in my chest that screamed how alone I was; every day you stepped away, thought a little less about me, loved someone else a bit more.
For all I ever wanted was someone to unequivocally love me as much as I had loved them…and you gave me that, then swiftly tore it away, even worse, when I was already dying. How I managed to grasp the sinews of my body and hold them together in the light of fire and blood and tears and darkness of not waking up for weeks, I do not know. I did, but I don’t know if I ever returned to my body - dissociated now - and still, most nights, I can’t fall asleep because of you; my body has not yet healed from the shock of losing what it had finally needed after all those years of loneliness.
It all happened so fast.
I still crave you - and hate you.
—  januaryjaguar