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I'm not here for the reasons you think I am. Hopefully you never do find out the real reason for my sudden appearance. It would ruin everything. Set directly after Thomas's video "Can LYING Be Good??" Highest rankings- #4 virgilsanders #3 in darksides #7 in deceit #8 in logicsanders #9 in moralitysanders #7 in creativitysanders

I was trapped with him in an asylum. And he was a fucking maniac.

Fluffy teenlock set in a world where you only see in colour when you find your soulmate. The idea for this was from tumblr. Don't worry it's not the hat fic.

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

Meet Sherlock Holmes- a 15 year old sociopath; arrogant, tactless, rejected, but enjoys a life of solitude and deducing. Meet John Watson- a 15 year old footballer; quiet, popular, caring, but endures a life of isolation and oppression. A transfer from a state school, John pushes open the door of Room 22 to find the most crucial part of his life he never knew existed; a teenage boy with the mind of a philosopher, who just so happens to be able to precisely analyse every detail of John's life, whilst being able to piss everyone else off at the exact same time.

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

[completed] SEQUEL: no reply urbreadstick: hey bby boii rocknryan: who the fuck are you urbreadstick: your story's love interest [lowercase intended] I WROTE THIS IN LIKE 3 DAYS AND IT'S OLD PLS DON'T JUDGE ME I'M SORRY tw: this story has mentions of suicide and does not have a happy ending. however, there is a happy ending in the sequel *cough* go read it *cough* © galigator

"Are you lost?" "I like to think of it as a horrible game of hide and seek." ~ |-/ Disclaimer : I do not own Tyler Joseph, Joshua Dun, Jenna Joseph or anyone related to Twenty One Pilots. I also do not own any of their songs or lyrics.

[completed] this is the sequel to "message me" ryanross: I miss you sorry. the account you messaged has either been logged off for a while or has been deactivated. i am so sorry this series thing was SO bad but yeah enjoy [lowercase intended] © galigator

Most of these if not all are gonna be Peterick guys. Ohyis. If it doesn't have a ship name on it it's not a couple fic, it's just a short story. Enjoy! Yes, guys, I drew the cover.