smile for me please

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¡HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNICHI SUWABE!  💕 💖 ✨

I love you so much that words can’t explain. You mean so much to me. I can go on and on about how much you mean in my life but I will keep it short. Your smile is what kept me going through the hard times. Please always smile.Stay healthy your health is most important. I wish you a blessed and happy birthday. I will love you forever and ever. Nothing is this world is going to change that ever.

Sarah’s voice is shaking when she calls, fast explaining the horrible mistake she made.

She’s been blackmailing those who had come to them for unburdening, promising to keep their secrets in exchange for cash payouts.

She’d apparently chosen the wrong target who was demanding any and all copies in exchange for Sarah herself.

The minute Cal stood in front of Sarah’s captor, there was an odd familiarity about him though he couldn’t remember having met.

“Mister L…”

“Jean,” he said softly, his smile widening, “Please call me Jean.”

Cal looked at Sarah, her bloodshot eyes and trembling mouth.

“You have what you’ve asked for. Sarah made a mistake, she had good reason but her vision wasn’t without its flaws.”

Jean laughed, looking at several of his men who all smirked along with him. “Blackmail never is, Mister Roberts, but the offer stands. Spend the weekend with me, doing everything I ask of you, and I will let Ms. Lane return home unharmed.”

Cal took a deep breath and let it out slowly, hands trembling as he nodded once. “Yes, that’s fine. But let her leave now.”

Jean snapped his fingers and two men escorted Sarah out, he heard her breathlessly call out, “Wait, my colleague is still there! I won’t leave him! Cal! Cal!”

Cal looked at the three men behind his captor, “Is it going to be you and I alone?”

Jean held out his hand and Cal came without being told, jerking as his chin was held.

“I will not lay any sexual touch on you that is not asked for, and my men know better than to touch what’s mine.”

Cal swallowed, “I’m not yours.”

Jean grinned. “Temporarily Mine, then.”

Cal jerked back when he was let go, holding his hands close to him tightly.

Temporary.

It was all temporary.

So why was he still shaking?

This is for the beautiful @stylesforinfinity who is an absolute babe and who yesterday was super sweet about my writing, so this is the only form of thank you that seems adequate. 

This isn’t how Andrew expected the day to go…

The day starts normal enough. Or as normal as it can with house guests. He and Neil picked up Nicky and Erik from the airport yesterday, and with the jetlag, both are up especially early. It’s them puttering about in the kitchen–the gurgling of the coffee maker, the clinking of mugs, and their whispered voices–that wakes Andrew. Andrew opens his eyes to Neil still fast asleep beside him. The striker’s cheek is creased from where it’s pressed into the pillow, and his bangs have curled over his eyes. Andrew’s fingers twitch to fix it. 

It’s only a few moments before Neil’s eyes flutter open, the blue of them softened by the early morning sun bleeding in through the curtains. 

“Morning,” Neil mumbles, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. 

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I don’t want to judge what’s in your heart
But if you’re not ready for love,
How can you be ready for life?

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.