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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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hello sevika lovers happy saturday! here's a nasty little smutty piece for you from me.

have a lovely weekend! love,

angel :)

men and minors DNI, i'll block tf out of u

modern au

sevika's some kind of high level exec. business owner with silco. he handles the marketing and she handles the numbers.

the two of you met years ago when her business was just starting to take off. silco had hired you to help design a logo for them, and in the process you'd spent quite a bit of time getting to know the duo.

for a few months, you met with silco and sevika once or twice a week to discuss and tweak your designs. after the first few meetings, silco started sending sevika to meet with you alone, sick of feeling like a third wheel during business meetings.

you weren't subtle about your infatuation with the woman, but you kept it professional--she was your boss after all.

after three months and dozens of meetings with sevika (most of which went hours over scheduled-- both of you getting too caught up in flirting and chatting to notice the time flying) you finalized the design and got your final paycheck.

you figured that that was the end of your little flirtatious fling with sevika, until a week later she's pounding on your door with a bundle of flowers hidden behind her back.

"sevika?" you asked, surprised to see the woman standing in your doorway.

"hi. uh. silco said my brooding was ruining the atmosphere at the office. told me to suck it up and go for it so..." you had no idea what she was talking about until she revealed the flowers to you and shoved them into your chest. "i was wondering if you'd ever like to get some food with me. you know. not for work."

"like a date?" you asked. she nodded.

you kissed her in response. (and she fucked you against your front door before trimming and arranging the flowers in a vase for you.)

anyways since then you've been inseparable.

she marries you the second she has some substantial money put away in her savings.

most days she's able to keep her work away from home, but come the end of every business quarter, work gets exceptionally busy for her and she doesn't have any choice but to sprawl out in her home office, crunching numbers and reviewing accounts night after night after night.

one of these evenings, you come home and find her hunched over her desk, glasses slipping down her nose, rubbing her temples.

for a few minutes, you simply admire her as she jabs at her calculator and shuffles through her files. eventually, she notices you, the tension in her shoulders melting at the sight of you. you saunter over to her and she grins.

"hi baby" you say, pressing a kiss into her hair.

"mmmh." she says as she buries her face into your tits, her arms snaking around your waist. you scratch her scalp, and you can swear you hear her purring.

"how much longer have you got?" you ask her. she groans into you long and dramatic, and you giggle, pressing kisses on her head.

"hour and a half, two hours maybe." she says. "why? you wanna distract me?" she looks up at you with a salacious smile. you laugh, flicking her forehead.

"get your work done and i'll give you a back massage." you say, pulling away from her. you gently push her glasses up her nose for her, leaning down to kiss her forehead. she sighs.

"fine." she says, shooing you away.

you go , stripping and putting on your jammies, (one of sevika's old t shirts and a pair of panties.) sipping on a large glass of wine after a long day.

you put on some soft music in the kitchen, whipping up a quick meal for yourself and sevika.

when you wander back into her office about half an hour later, she's so focused she doesn't even notice you.

you place her food beside a tall stack of folders, then pour her a big glass of whiskey from her bar cart. you press a quick kiss in her hair.

she hums, reaching out to grab your wrist, keeping you beside her as she finishes some calculation. when shes done, she sets down her pencil and looks up at you.

you pout down at your wife, tracing the dark bags under her eyes with your thumbs. "poor baby." you whisper. "workin' so hard."

sevika hums in agreement as she nuzzles into your touch. you laugh at her. "come here." she demands, patting her lap with one hand and pulling you toward her with her other

you comply, straddling her lap. her hands find your waist, while yours snake around her shoulders. "you think this chair can hold the both of us?" you ask as the chair lets out a pathetic squeak beneath the two of you. sevika doesn't respond, too busy pressing kisses into your neck and jaw. you hum, running your fingers through her hair.

"fuckin' miss you." she mumbles into your neck.

"'m right here, honey." you say. her hands begin to massage your hips.

"yeah but i haven't gotten to fuck you in weeks." she grumbles. this makes you cackle.

"we fucked this morning!" you say. you feel her smile against your neck.

"been so busy lately, been neglecting my wifely duties." she continues. you laugh again. she begins sucking a hickey into the flesh of your neck. "been neglecting you, huh?" she asks. you laugh.

"you're not getting anything from me until you're done with your work, babe." you say to her. she nips your skin and you screech.

"why not?" she asks petulantly, grip becoming tighter on your hips. you have to pull her away from your neck by her half pony.

"because you've got important things to do. businessy things. dinner things. things for silco. and if we start now, you know we won't stop until we're both asleep."

"you're more important than any of that shit." she whispers. you smile, pushing her back in the chair, slowly unbuttoning the top few buttons of her black silk button up for her, pushing her glasses up to sit on her head. the more you undress her, the harder getting off her lap seems.

her grip on your hips is so tight now you'd struggle to leave now anyways. she's got a cocky little smile on her lips, like she knows she's won, and you can't help but huff in annoyance.

with a grin, sevika pulls down on your hips as she thrusts up against you. you gasp when you feel a hard bulge in her pants.

"fuck, sev." you whisper. she grins as she begins to grind you down on her crotch. "when did you even put that on?" you ask with a giggle.

"kept it on after i fucked you this morning. wanted to remember the noises you made all day." you groan, pulling sevika's shirt out of where it was tucked into her pants, clawing at her abs. "so...?" sevika asks.

"what?"

"you gonna distract me for a bit, sweetheart?" she asks.

you roll your eyes but nod anyways, grinding small circles into sevika's lap as she grins up at you. "you're fuckin' annoying." you whisper down at her. she chuckles.

"you're the one who married me." you roll your eyes at her, before smacking at the grip she has on your hips.

"lemme go." you whisper. she pouts. you kiss her in reassurance, whispering in her ear. "not going far." sevika's grip doesn't relent, and you roll your eyes, biting her ear lobe. "come on baby. gotta get your dick wet before you can put it in me." you say, popping the button on her pants. she moans and lets go, hands flying to help you push her pants down. you giggle as she wiggles out of her pants, sliding off her lap and onto the floor between her legs as she pulls her strap out.

"fuck." she whispers at the sight of you. you lick your lips when her strap pops out of her pants, seven thick inches of purple silicone that never fails to make you scream. you don't waste time, both of your hands coming up to grip her thighs, pressing a kiss to the tip of the strap as your eyes flick up to catch hers.

sevika always loses her mind when you suck her strap, swears she can feel it, swears it's the hottest thing in the world to watch. she's cum from it a few times when she's particularly desperate, and it never fails to get you soaking fucking wet watching her fall apart above you.

sevika snakes a hand into your hair, gripping at the roots. she guides your head down the strap, and you keep your eyes locked on hers as you relax your throat and take her to the hilt.

tears begin to well in your eyes as sevika holds you down on her cock, and she waits until they fall down your cheeks before pulling you off to let you breathe. "shit baby, you're so fuckin' good at that." she whispers as you gasp to catch your breath.

you grin and spit on her strap, giggling as her hips jolt. you jerk the silicone up and down, pressing kisses on every inch of the shaft, soaking it in your saliva, never letting your eyes leave sevika's unless it's to close your eyes as you moan.

taking the strap back into your mouth, you begin to bob your head up and down, nasty gagging and squelching sounds starting up from between your lips. "g-god fuck." sevika whines. "shit listen to you. fuckin' gaggin' on it, huh baby?" you nod up at her. she tightens her grip on your hair and you relax, allowing your wife to control your movements as she begins to throat fuck you.

"f-f-fuck honey, shit." sevika grunts as she starts thrusting her hips up into your mouth. your clit is throbbing in your panties, and you're sure you've soaked them through by now. clenching your thighs together brings you some relief, but nowhere near enough.

when you snake one of your hands away from where you were gripping her thighs to rub between your legs, sevika groans.

"fuckin' touching yourself, baby?" she asks. you whimper, two of your fingers easily sliding inside of your sopping wet hole. "fuck, you're so nasty. getting off on this. shit is that you?" sevika asks when the wet sloshing sounds of your fingers massaging your inner walls start. you whimper around her cock in response. "jesus fucking christ." sevika growls. "get the fuck up here. lemme feel how wet that pussy is for me."

before you know what's happening, she's pulling you off her cock and back up into her lap.

your chin, neck, and the front of your t-shirt are soaked in your drool, a small puddle of your saliva's grown at the base of sevika's strap, which prods deliciously against your cunt as you get comfortable in her arms again. she hugs you to her chest, pressing kisses against you everywhere she can reach, into your hair, against the tear tracks on your cheeks, down your neck. she hugs your waist with one hand, and with the other, she pulls your panties to the side and starts rubbing your wet cunt.

"need something?" she teases as you twitch against her hold. you bite her neck and reach down to grab her wrist, pushing her fingers toward your hole.

"gotta stretch me out before i can take your dick, baby." you whisper. a shiver runs down sevika's spine. "and your fingers feel so much better than mine." you say. sevika groans and she slides her pointer finger into you. your thighs quake. "m-more i can take more, 'm wet enough for more baby." you gasp when she shoves a second finger inside you.

"feel good?" she whispers against your ear as you grind down on her fingers. she starts shallow thrusts in and out of your cunt, pushing against your g spot on each thrust.

"m-m-more." you whisper, orgasm creeping up on you. "another sev, please, you're gonna make me cum." she growls as she begins fucking a third finger in your cunt. the stretch stings, sevika's thick fingers bullying their way into your pussy, and you whimper and whine until her third finger finally slides in along side her other two. your pussy clenches, and her fingers press right up against your g spot, and you see stars.

"fuckin' cum for me." sevika growls. "cum on my fingers then i'll make you cum on my cock." you gasp. "fuck, you're soaking my hand honey." she whispers, grinding her fingers inside you as her palm rubs against your clit. you bite down on her neck, your thighs shaking, your back arching. "there you go baby, there you go. so perfect for me. such a good mouth. such a good cunt, baby, shit. takin' me so perfectly, you're gonna look so good all fucked out and dumb riding my cock."

you gasp and cum, her words going straight to your cunt. "fuckin' good girl, just like that. i fuckin' love you, holy shit, look at you." sevika babbles as you tremble in her hold. "shit baby. 'm gonna knock you up." she whispers in awe as you collapse against her, the last waves of your orgasm dying down.

you chuckle at her words, kissing her neck as you try to catch your breath.

sevika rubs your back with her free hand, peppering kisses against your head.

when you pull back to look her in the eyes, you melt. she's looking at you with a lovesick expression, the same expression she wore after the first time you kissed her, the same expression she wore watching you walk down the aisle, the same expression she wears every time you cum for her. you grin and lean forward to kiss her sappy smile off her face.

as you kiss her, you grab her wrist where her fingers are still buried inside you. you whine as you help her ease her thick fingers out of your cunt, the emptiness after the lovely stretch of your wife's fingers feeling foreign.

"you okay?" sevika asks against your lips. you pull away nodding. with a gentle tug, you bring her hand up to your face. sevika looks confused until you open your mouth for her-- lust quickly overtaking her features as she shudders.

she shoves her fingers in your mouth and the two of you moan simultaneously: you at the taste of your cum on your wife's fingers, sevika at the feeling of your tongue and lips sucking on her fingers.

"you're fuckin' nasty" she whispers, impressed. you chuckle around her fingers. you've been using the same few moves on sevika since you met, and she's just as shocked and turned on each and every time.

she shoves her fingers deep as they'll go, watching as your drool starts collecting and sliding down her hand and your chin, before pulling her hand away and smashing her lips against yours, shoving her tongue in her mouth like she was trying to get just as deep as her fingers were. one of her hands reaches back to grip your ass, the other snakes up your shirt to squeeze your tits. you reach behind you to guide her strap toward your cunt, huffing in frustration as you struggle to line her up right.

sevika pulls away from your mouth with a pop, spit strings connecting the two of you as she pulls away. you gasp for air as she reaches down to help you hold the strap up. "here you go baby." she whispers.

she's so sweet it almost makes you feel bad for what you're about to do to her.

almost.

you smile up at her, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips as she guides the tip of the strap inside you. the strap and your cunt are both so slippery that even with the two of you coordinating and guiding it, it takes a few tries to get it in.

when the tip does slide in, though, you both moan simultaneously. (you laugh a bit, because sevika can't even see the strap but she somehow knows it's inside you. she always swears she can feel you through it, and you're starting to think she really can)

her hands clutch at your hips, trying to be patient, but after so long together you can see the desperation creeping up on her. it's in the way her hold on you has become bruising, in the way her pupils are blown so wide she looks fucking high, in the way she's shuffling her feet beneath the two of you, trying to keep from thrusting into you. she's so sweet to you, so good, and you're about to break her poor heart, so you lean forward and give her a nasty kiss before pulling away and ripping your shirt over your head, determined to give her a good show.

sevika's gaze snaps to your tits, a grin growing on her lips, and you arch your back as you slowly sink down on her cock, giving her a good view of her slowly disappearing inside you.

your legs are shaking by the time you're sat on her lap, her strap buried inside you. "fuck-" you whisper. sevika gulps.

"you okay?" she asks. you close your eyes and nod, biting your lip and grinding tiny little circles against her. you both shudder at the movement.

you finally compose yourself, stilling your movements, taking a deep breath, and opening your eyes. your lovely wife is studying your body with a furrow between her brows, lip between her teeth, looking at you with the same intensity she was looking at her work earlier. though she looks much less bored this time. you gulp.

"sev." you whisper. her eyes snap up to yours. a nervous flutter flashes through your stomach when your eyes meet. sevika looks like she's gonna eat you alive. shit.

in an effort to placate her before you rip the bandaid off, you start gently scratching her scalp, running your fingers through her hair like you always do at night when you're trying to lull sevika to sleep. some of the tension leaves her body, she melts into her seat, sighing and blinking slowly at you. "sevika." you say, gathering your bravery, trying not to smile with nerves and betray yourself.

"yeah baby?" she asks. fuck. her voice sounds like sex.

you lean forward, pressing your body against hers, burying your head into her neck, pressing a gentle kiss there before nuzzling in and sighing. "you better hurry up and finish your work if you wanna fuck me before i fall asleep." you say.

sevika freezes. you close your eyes and bite your lip and wait for her to speak.

you hear the sound of her mouth opening and closing. like she's trying to talk but no words are coming out. you sneak a glance at her, and grin.

sevika looks shocked. her mouth is wide open, her eyes are widened in surprise, her brows reaching for her hairline. her hands are suspended in the air like she's not sure what to do with them.

you make the mistake of giggling, and her eyes snap to yours.

"you..." she whispers, eyes flashing from your cunt to your face to your hand still running through her hair. "are you serious?" she asks, dumbfounded.

you try your best to look innocent, widening your eyes, like who me? biting your lip in an attempt to hide your guilty smile. if the incredulous smirk sevika's face morphs into at the sight of you is anything to go by-- your attempt at innocence fails.

it's a stand off for a minute, sevika waiting for you to break, you waiting for sevika to get back to work.

you lean forward and give her nose a little kiss pulling her glasses back down and straightening them on her nose, tucking her hair behind her ears. "dont forget to eat your dinner too, baby" you whisper, settling back down against her shoulder.

your heart is pounding against your chest and your cunt is pounding around sevika's strap. you close your eyes, taking a shaky breath, waiting for her to react. for a minute, she does nothing, her hands suspended in midair.

then, she scoffs, sniffs, clears her throat, and picks up her pencil. the gentle scratch of pencil against paper fills the room and you grin in victory against her throat. she must feel the curve of your smile against her neck, because sevika scoffs and shakes her head above you, then she brings her free hand down on your ass with a resounding smack.

you gasp, your hips jolting in shock, causing you both to moan. sevika swallows hard, takes a deep breath, and gets back to scratching numbers behind you.

it takes you ten solid minutes to get your heart rate under control, but eventually, you and sevika start to sag into each other more and more. you sigh into her neck as the tension in your back slowly melts away, and she presses a gentle kiss against your scalp in return.

at one point, she stops writing, and takes a couple bites of her dinner, grunting as she does. she squeezes your ass and mumbles against your head "'s really good babe. thank you." you hum a happy sound and kiss her neck.

the hand on your ass starts to gently trace little numbers in your skin, which is so fucking cute it makes you a little dizzy. you have to bite your tongue to keep from kissing her senseless and breaking her focus.

your breath catches in your throat every other minute when sevika will intermittently claw your ass like a stress toy as she mutters under her breath, cursing her calculator, or a client, and occasionally just silco himself for "talkin' me into this fucking business shit." like she hasn't been doing 'this fucking business shit' for over a decade now.

she pushes her head into your hand when your scratching stops, like a cat demanding more attention. you giggle and begin to play with her hair again. she sighs sweetly in thanks.

eventually sevika snaps one folder closed and opens another. she jostles you a bit in the process. "sorry baby." she mumbles. you hum.

"'s okay."

"you're not falling asleep are you?" she asks suddenly, panicked, her grip on your ass tightening. you laugh.

"not yet."

"you tired?" she asks. you are, but nowhere near tired enough to fall asleep with sevika's cock buried inside you. still, you decide to tease her.

"a little."

"tell me about your day." she demands. you scoff, but start talking regardless.

you mumble against sevika's neck for a while she works behind you and hums and laughs at your words. after a while you trail off and run out of things to say, so sevika starts speaking in short little bursts between tasks and problems. what she ate for breakfast. the guy she watched step in dog shit this morning, how he almost caught her laughing. that she hates the arm exercises her new physical therapist gave her.

as time goes on, sevika's mindless groping of your ass becomes a little more intentional. her hips beneath you start shifting minutely, intermittent at first, but soon she's just grinding up into you. you bite your lip, trying to ignore her, but she just takes it as a challenge.

"i'm still trying to decide if i'm impressed or betrayed by your little stunt." she grunts out. you chuckle nervously.

"fuckin' dramatic." you whisper. "'m just trying to make sure you keep your job. like a responsible wife."

"like a tease."

"that too." you giggle.

suddenly, sevika's got both her hands on your hips, grinding you down onto her strap hard. you squeal.

"fuck sev!" you curse. "you--you've gotta do your work first." you say as your hands go flying down to grip her wrists. she grins at you.

"just finished." she growls.

you gulp, your cunt clencing, your heart rate picking up. you give up on trying to control the way sevika's grinding you against her lap, instead just holding your breath in anticipation of what she's gonna do to you.

"so whaddya think?" she asks. you whimper.

"'bout what?"

"should i feel betrayed or impressed?" you smile, leaning forward to kiss sevika.

"impressed. duh." you whisper against her lips. "got you to finish your work twice as fast." you say with a waggle of your eyebrows. sevika chuckles and shakes her head in amusement. she leans forward and gives you a sweet little kiss. you hum against her lips, only to screech when in a flash, sevika shoots up with you in her arms, setting you down on the desk in front of her, pinning your legs by up under your shoulders and looming down over you. you blink.

"dont make too much of a mess, baby, i gotta give these papers to silco tomorrow." is the only warning you get before she's pistoning her hips in and out of you at a brutal pace.

you scream and sevika grins.

"what'd you think was gonna happen, babe? thought you were gonna tease me like that 'n get away with it?" your hands flail, clawing at papers, before smoothing them out, then reaching up to claw at sevika instead. "huh?" she asks. you blink, then shake your head no with a chuckle. "no?" she asks, surprised. you laugh.

"knew i wouldn't get away with it. that's half the fun, sev." you whisper. she laughs and ducks down to kiss you.

"you're an evil fuckin' genius, baby." she says against your lips between panting breaths as she fucks you at a brutal pace.

your cunt is squelching between the two of you and sevika shakes her head in admonishment. "fuck did i say honey?" she spits. you huff. "told you not to get messy and you're already laying in a puddle." she growls against you.

"c-can't help it." you whine.

"no?"

"feels- fuck- feels so good baby." you moan. sevika growls, pressing one last firm kiss onto your lips before pulling away completely.

she pulls back, pulls her strap out of you, lets go of your legs, leaves you spread out and fucked open on the middle of her desk, whining and empty.

"fuck, you're pretty." she whispers. she grins down at you for a second, reaches forward to tweak your nipples, and then she's flipping you over.

you land on your stomach with a grunt, a shiver running down your spine as sevika presses your face down against her desk with one of her hands and guides her cock inside you with the other.

"fuck!" you gasp. sevika chuckles, starts fucking you with shallow little thrusts as she gropes your ass. "sevika." you whine.

"what's wrong baby?" she asks, chuckling as she watches you twitch and writhe beneath her.

"deeper, please." you ask. she hums, hitches one of your legs up on to the desk beside you, then slides all the way inside.

you whimper. the new angle makes her cock feel two inches bigger.

"that good enough for you?" sevika spits from above you. "huh? your greedy cunt finally satisfied baby?" she asks. you nearly cum at her words.

"sevika!" you gasp out. she laughs and starts grinding deep little circles into you.

"fuck. love watching your cunt clench around me like that baby. so fuckin' pretty. you're creamin' all over me baby, shit." sevika rambles. your eyes roll back in your head and you start rambling, desprate and needy.

"sevika, sev, baby, fuck me. please honey, fuck me hard and deep and fa-- ah!" you shriek as sevika starts fucking you. "oh fuck!" you screech. "fuck! just like that!" sevika presses down against your head and leg harder, pinning you to the desk as she picks up her pace.

she's growling behind you, but it's barely audible over your wailing and the smacking sounds of her hips meeting your ass, the squelching sounds that start back up between the two of you again.

"fuck." she whispers. you giggle when you hear it.

"feel good baby?" you taunt. sevika grunts. "god you're so deep, 'm not gonna be able to walk tomorrow." you gasp out. sevika leans down to begin biting at your back and shoulders, her thrusts getting sloppier the more you talk. you smile. "gonna cum inside this pussy, baby?" you ask her as sweetly as you can while swallowing back moans and whimpers.

sevika's hips stutter and she bites your shoulder, groaning against you. "gonna get you fuckin' pregnant." she whispers. you jolt against her at the words and she chuckles. "you gotta cum for me first, though." she whispers.

"'s gonna be messy." you choke. sevika coos down at you and you bite your lip.

"that's okay baby, you can be messy. i put all the important shit away. was just teasing you earlier."

"you're so mean." you whine. sevika grins, then pinches your clit.

"yeah, but it gets you so wet." she grunts. you gasp beneath her and she chuckles. "gonna cum?" she asks. you squeak, your thighs starting to shake. "i can tell. can feel this pussy clenching around me. fuck, you're so perfect baby." you gasp, your orgasm creeping up on you.

"sev--" you scramble and claw at the papers littering the desk, looking for something to hold onto as you start to fall apart. sevika presses kisses to your shoulder, cheek and back as she fucks you impossibly faster. "sevika i'm--!" you squeak out. sevika chuckles behind you.

"do it baby." she grunts.

with one final squeak you cum, soaking your thighs. "fuuuuck." sevika curses as she continues to fucking you until you're twitching.

she moves her hand away from your clit when you start to whine, sinking it into your hip as she starts drilling into your cunt with reckless abandon, chasing her own release.

you struggle to catch your breath, still so sensitive from your own orgasm that you cant do much but lay limp on the desk. "y-you gonna..." you gasp, "gonna cum sev?" you whimper. she grunts. "gonna cum inside me?" you ask. she responds with a grunt and a hand smacking your ass.

"f-f-f--" she says, clawing your ass.

"yeah, yeah, yeah, sev, cum inside me, please, want you to feel good baby."

"fuck!" she shouts as she cums, burying her cock deep inside you and grinding against your ass as she shakes. "shit, baby, fuckin' take it, just like that." she grunts. you hum happily beneath her as she twitches against you.

its quiet for a second as she catches her breath behind you, but then she flops forward, pinning you to the desk with her full body weight.

you giggle and moan as she nuzzles into your neck, breathing you in as she comes down from her orgasm. "fuck baby." she grumbles on top of you. you giggle.

"mmm." you hum beneath her. "i want a bath." you whisper. sevika grunts on top of you. you let her rest for a minute before speaking again.

"and a snack." you say. she huffs against you.

"sevika." you say after a minute. she hums. "if you run us a bath, i'll still give you that back massage." you offer. she lifts her head up in consideration. you chuckle.

"in the bath or in bed?"

"whichever you want."

"you making the snack?"

"if you help me walk to the kitchen and back."

it's silent as she considers your terms, then finally, she groans as she lifts off of you to stand. with a gentle pat to your ass, sevika pulls the strap out. you flinch, and she kisses your back in apology.

you stay melted to the desk as sevika undresses behind you, only moving once she finally reaches down to help you up.

she gathers you in her arms, pressing kisses to your face and head. you giggle against her.

"hi." she says with a sweet smile. you grin, leaning in to brush your lips against her.

"hey, sexy."

"thanks for the motivation." she whispers against your lips. you giggle.

"anytime, baby." you promise.

she seals your promise with a kiss.

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missbabyjay · 2 years ago

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I Wanna Be With You Everywhere - Pedro Pascal x Reader

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Warnings/Content: Fluff, Alcohol

The piece is based off of the song Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac

Summary: After a long week of hard work Pedro treats you to a home cooked meal. The two of you finish off the night basking in a beautiful sunset before drifting off to a world of luscious sleep.

Word Count: 1.1 K

The light hum of the fan tickled your brain as you lounged on your snug, plush bed, propped up with your favourite book. The large windows that resided in your bedroom were cracked open, allowing the warm summer evening breeze to seep into the house, the fresh feeling lingering in your lungs as you breathed in. You had experienced a hectic week; work was incredibly busy, you had a bunch of meetings leaving you relentlessly tired. You hummed along to the soft music playing downstairs that muffled through the house, tapping your finger on the back of your book. “Finally some relaxation,” you thought to yourself.

Pedro was cooking dinner for the two of you - knowing a hearty and tasty meal would make your spirit feel lifted. That man would do anything to make you feel better and considering he was on a break from work he had all the time he would need to make the end of your week far better than it had been since Monday. He danced as he switched between the cutting board and the sleek frying plan that laid hot on the stove - cooking a mixture of vegetables. Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac filled the atmosphere, creating a calming environment.

You placed a bookmark into your book making sure you wouldn’t lose your spot - the plotline was becoming too enticing, but the overwhelming smell of Pedro’s spiced cooking filled your nostrils and you decided to make your way downstairs. You were eager to enjoy a nice meal alongside Pedro; his presence always calmed you down and after the past few days that was exactly what you needed.

You trotted down the stairs, happy to see Pedro. The aromatics hit your face as you turned the corner to enter the cosy kitchen you shared with Pedro. You saw him dancing along to the music - the two of you shared a love for Fleetwood Mac. You began singing along with the song, “oh-ohhhh, I wanna be with you everywhere.” Pedro turned around with a smile beaming from ear to ear. “Oh Princesa, I love your voice,” he cooed into the air. You wrapped your arms around him as he finished cooking dinner, the two of you swaying along to the melody together. Every so often he would send you a peck, making you giggle. “Dinner is ready. Why don’t you have a seat, baby. I’ll serve you,” he insisted with a warm, loving smile.

Pedro had arranged the table so that two candlesticks sat inbetween you bearing white taper candles that were already partially burned, drips of wax gliding down the sides of them. A cream satin table cloth draped over the small table and the delicate dinnerware was set out on top. Pedro cooked a traditional chilean dish - oh how you loved his culture’s food. The two of you enjoyed the home cooked meal alongside a glass of wine, basking in each other's company.

“I hope this was a lovely end to your week, mi amor,” his voice purred. You smiled gently at him, you appreciated how much he prioritised your feelings. “It was lovely. The meal was absolutely delicious, P.” You reached for his hand across from you, rubbing your thumb against his tough yet soft skin. He grabbed your other hand, squeezing both of them tightly. “I’d do anything for you, Y/N,” he said with a serious tone while gazing into your eyes. You heart felt warm from the kind words that poured from his lips.

Pedro offered to take care of the dishes, insisting you should continue reading your book. You decided to change your environment by bringing yourself out to the patio. The clock read 7:45 p.m., “Perfect,” you thought to yourself, just in time to catch the sun fall behind the horizon leaving the sky glowing. The stone tiles felt cold on your bare feet as you made your way outside. You settled yourself on the sectional couch that was nested in the corner of your patio. As you bundled up with a light throw blanket you heard the footsteps of Pedro coming from behind you. He was accompanied with two glasses of wine. He lit the citronella candles that sat placed on aesthetically pleasing candle holders. “I’ve got wine!” he sung, while wiggling his eyebrows at you.

As you sat there you realised just how lucky you were to live the life you have. Pedro nuzzled in beside you, grabbing a portion of the blanket to cover himself with. He brought his arm around you, pulling you close to him. “I love you baby,” he said as he planted a kiss on your temple and let his head rest against yours. You decided to close your book, knowing it would be waiting for you to continue later on. You intertwined your fingers with Pedro’s, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, P, I am so thankful for you,” you exclaimed before cupping his face and pulling him into a passionate kiss. His kiss tasted sweet from the wine you were sharing, making you pull him closer to enjoy the moment a little more.

The two of you pulled away just in time to savour the beautiful sunset that laid before you. “You’re more beautiful than this sunset, ya know that sugar? As corny as it sounds,” he giggled. His cheekiness made you chuckle.

The sun had settled and the sky grew dark, dusk washed upon the two of you. You felt quite chilled, rubbing your arms to create some warmth. Pedro noticed while glancing down at you, “Why don’t we head inside?” he suggested.

As a team the two of you collected everything, making sure to exhaust the candles - safety first! You made your way into the bedroom, picking out one of Pedro’s favourite t-shirts out of his dresser while he also got ready for bed. You glanced at his toned and tanned body as he ran his fingers through his chocolate brown curls.

You decided to keep the windows open, lounging in the sweet summer air. The two of you intertwined your bodies and sat in silence, listening to each other's heartbeat and breathing. Pedro’s hands ran up and down your body, finding their way to your bare back underneath his large cotton shirt you sported. He began circling his fingers on your back, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. Your heart rate slowed and you found yourself falling into a deep sleep; ending your stressful week in the arms of your passionate lover.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fan fic #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro is daddy #pedro pascal fluff #Spotify

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draculovemp3 · 9 months ago

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@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year ago

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Hello! Sorry for bothering you but can I request some comfort headcanons with the Papas? Had a hospital trip recently and the results ended up worse than I expected so, not feeling too good. Thank you so much!

Hey anon!! I'm so sorry the results aren't what you were hoping for and I hope that you're at least doing better today <3 Some comfort headcanons coming right up!!

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Primo's prime method of comfort: making and brewing you a personalised blend of tea

He has a mix already made up for whenever you need some comfort or someone to talk to

It's the perfect blend of leaves and flavours, incorporating some of your favourite things

Will pour you a nice hot cup of your personal brew and lend a listening ear fi you wanna talk about what happened

He'll hold your hand, offer you biscuits and other various snacks to go with your tea to help you feel better

Lots of hugs and cuddles

"What is the next step? I want to make sure that I am here for you every step of the way, il mie petale"

Will take you for a walk down to his gardens and greenhouse to pick whatever flowers you'd like for a bouquet to go in your room

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Secondo's prime method of comfort: movie night in his private quarters

He lets you pick all the movies you're going to watch as well as all the snacks and drinks

He'll even let you pick whatever takeaway you want. Pizza, Chinese takeaway, kebabs, whatever

The man is fantastic at listening, but he won't force you to talk. He knows that you'll talk to him when you're ready

Will pause the film when you do want to talk and he'll turn to face you so that you know he's going to listen and give you his full attention

Caresses your hands, squeezing them while you explain what happened and your results

"Next time I will be there with you, okay? You won't be going through this alone. I won't allow it"

You finish your movie night cuddled up together on the sofa, drifting off to sleep in one another's arms with the movie playing softly in the background and takeaway boxes strewn about the place

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Terzo's prime method of comfort: pamper session

He immediately sees that you're not happy and whisks you home, making arrangements over the phone for the ghouls to "initiate mission spa treatment"

You're treated to Terzo giving you the best massage of your life, scented candles, soft music, manicure, pedicure, he even has one of his ghouls hand feed you chocolate or a fruit of your choice while he gets to work spoiling you rotten to hopefully make you feel better and more relaxed

When you're ready to tell him what happened, he's attentive and listens with rapt attention

Pulls you into his lap and plays with your hair or, if you don't have any hair/your hair is too short, traces little patterns over your skin while you talk

He doesn't talk unless you ask him a question or say something that he feels he should give a response too

"Perhaps today you did not get the result we were hoping for, tesore, but we will not give up. You won't give up. I know you and your strength. We will get through this together"

Caps off your evening of pampering with a luxurious bubble bath that's been scented with relaxing lavender and chamomile with hints of vanilla and sandalwood

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Copia's prime method of comfort: his rats

He'll let you dress them up, feed them, pet them

He'll get them to perform tricks for you that he taught them back when he first brought them home

Copia knows that animals can be very soothing and therapeutic, so he's more than happy to let you spend all the time you want with them

It's only once you've put all his babies back in their cages that he'll ask you if you're okay and if you'd like to talk

He'll cuddle you, rubbing your back or your arm the whole time as you tell him the results and how upset you are about them

"Oh, dolcezze mie, I'm so sorry. I will be there with you next time, okie? Whatever you need, I am here and I always will be. I swear"

Does his best to take your mind off it by showing you various things that he wants to buy to improve the rats' home and asks for your opinions. He doesn't want you to overthink or to stress out tonight. He just wants to make you smile and let you know that he's there for you

#primo #papa emeritus i #secondo #papa emeritus ii #terzo #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #headcanons #headcanon requests

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sickiesope · 6 months ago

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Heyy<3 I hope it‘s okay if I request something✨ Could you write a sick, sleepy and moody Namjoon who is also on the verge of tears anytime someone raises their voice or when he feels overwhelmed. They are just done with a concert and all members are in their rooms (Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi share a room) Maybe Jin and Yoongi are the caretakers? Only an idea;) Have a wonderful time and thank you so much!!!

This request is from awhile back, sorry for the wait anon! I wrote this fic during a rainstorm!

Sensory overload

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretakers: Jin and Yoongi

TW: very light emeto near end

Namjoon seems to get sick at the absolute worst of times.

The guys just finished a concert and Namjoon is exhausted. He's been on edge all night and can barely stand it anymore. His entire body hurts and he's had an ongoing headache. He pushed through the entire concert, feeding off the energy of army. It worked well and he was able to forget about the pain briefly.

When it's over his ears are ringing and his head throbbing. It's starting to affect his mood. Everyone is talking to him but he can barely comprehend anything. Jungkook and Jimin were both at the same time, trying to get his attention. Hoseok was asking him about his upcoming solo music. Their manager trying to arrange plans for next week. It's all too much at once and he's overstimulated.

Namjoon goes back to his dressing room. He wishes he had it to himself but he's sharing it with Seokjin and Yoongi. Part of him wants to just ask if he could be alone in it but he doesn't want to kick them out and seem rude.

Yoongi comes in and opened the door louder than expected. It frightens Namjoon

"Ugh...please...not so loud.." the leader whimpers to himself. Every little noise freaks him out.

Jin's can of hairspray falls down along with makeup and other things. The noise of it all agitates Namjoon further. "Oh my god.."

Namjoon sits at the table burying his face in his arms. His social battery ran out long ago. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling like he can sleep on the spot.

"Namjoon, wake up. We're not done yet!" Jin gives his shoulder a light shake. The gesture startles Namjoon and he yelps slightly.

Seokjin looks at him weirdly. "Joonah?"

Namjoon's face flushes. What in the world was that? He gets up and promptly leaves the room, wanting to be left alone. He takes off his ear piece and the mic off his shirt. He wants to take his shirt off too, he's still sweating from the show but keeps it on.

Namjoon just paces back and forth in the hallway trying to walk off his anxiety. His headache is getting worse and his stomach feels a bit upset. He avoids the gaze of anyone looking at him, not wanting to engage in conversation. It's nothing against them, Namjoon himself is just having a hard time. All he wants right now is his bed in a dark isolated space. He sees Taehyung and Jungkook start walking his way. He quickly turns around and retreats back to his room.

Namjoon accidentally knocked over the coat hanger, creating more mess and noise. "Ughh, I can't take it anymore!" Namjoon sighs heavily.

"Joonah, what's got you so worked up?" Yoongi asks him calmly. The older can sense the stress on him from a mile away.

Namjoon runs to the trash bin in the corner. He stands over it holding his middle with a distressed face. He gags slightly and spits up a small mouthful. "Ugghh.."

"Joonah! Are you okay??" Jin runs to his aid.

Namjoon wanted to shoo him away but he actually likes the comfort of his hyung's voice.

Seokjin and Yoongi help him to the couch. They take the trash can with them and a box of tissues.

"I'm exhausted hyung" Namjoon whines "everything hurts and I feel sick.."

Yoongi furrows his brows with worry, gently patting his back.

"I just, w-wanna go h-home" Namjoon chokes between sobs.

"It's okay Joonah, we're going home now. The night's over."

Seokjin and Yoongi look at him with great sympathy. Jin gets Namjoon to lie back and gives the leader a shoulder massage. His strong hands feel amazing digging into his sore tense muscles.

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!namjoon #caretaker!seokjin #caretaker!yoongi #request

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bisexualhobi · 1 year ago

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exo - exist review

i just wanna start by saying that this comeback is the highlight of my year already. i did have high expectations because after all, this is exo and their discography is easily at the top of the entire industry... and for groups that debuted over a decade ago they're one of the last still standing, so after a 4 year old hiatus the expectations were high to say the least. did they manage to meet them? let's find out!

the title track deserves a whole paragraph so:

cream soda - a high paced r&b pop song with a luscious instrumental and a collection of high notes that flex the strengths of the group. it definitely packs a punch and i think it would benefit from getting a slower intro but even so, the song doesn't disappoint. it kinda reminds me of a maroon 5 song during their golden years and i think it's the perfect balance of "grown men r&b" and playfulness (coupled with less than subtle sexual innuendos about popping like a soda bottle this is a great evolution for exo, who have been known to always make pussy popping music but have struggled to shed the high school boys image sm is so fixated on giving them). rating: 9/10

regret it - literally straight out of the pcy1 vault and you can't convince me otherwise. soooo happy to hear an r&b jam straight out of the 90s since that is literally exo's blueprint. i love the production on this track because it has enough elements to keep it interesting and the chorus is super catchy. chanyeol takes the crown for me for obvious biased reasons but i love kyungsoo and jongdae's runs in this. rating: 10/10

hear me out - sounds much better like this. like now i get 100% the reasoning behind this song and the style it has. it's really such a chill vibe and a welcome breather after the one two punch of the previous songs. i feel like the prechorus and post chorus of this song could have been amped up way more and a breakdown for the bridge would've made it ten times more fun tho. rating: 9/10

random observation i noticed: the resting silences between songs are a tad too short for my liking. we need to let this marinate and sometimes it does feel like the album is sprinting towards the end.

private party - chanyeol opening the song AS HE FUCKING SHOULD. this beat is nasty... it's the perfect combination of exo's r&b sultry side and a hot sexy beat to shake ass to. it's just fun and good and takes you on a sonic ride from start to finish. i did expect the weeknd vibes from the title alone but i'm glad with the result here. rating: 10/10

cinderella - oh marz. oh you.... i knew exactly what the beat drop was gonna sound like from the second the song started and i'm not mad about it! this is another old school r&b infused serenade song while giving it a fresh modern style with the synth arrangements. taking a point off just because the mixing is too compressed and the synth takes over the landscape in an overbearing way (happens all the time with flume too so i get it but i feel like this could've been prevented here). rating: 9/10

no makeup - okay so the whore music run of this album from private party to no makeup is insane. we get it. these men fuck. they made sure to let us know they're in their 30s and it was about DAMN time. that post that's like they melted their dick and balls into a flashdrive and fucked the console in the recording studio.... yeah. the background harmonies are TOP TIER too but i didn't expect anything less from exo. props to jongdae, minseok and chanyeol cause they were working overtime layering these vocals. rating: 10/10

love fool - deadass was expecting this to be the slower snoozefest of the album... but exo are intent on making every track off this album COUNT. this is such a classic exo jam... every element of this song works in their favor. great melody, great instrumentals, great topline, great chorus. this is PURE quintessential exo. rating: 10/10

another day - this is good song! a great song even. my notes for this one just say "good song. really like it" it's just not something that stuck out to me enough to analyze it further. i think that's fine. the layering of vocals is once again great. i don't love the topline specially for the chorus (feels super nct 127 past their peak) but it's still a good song. rating: 8/10

let me in - this is their boyz ii men serve of the year. perfect closer. perfect slow ballad and i'm not a fan of those in the first place. definitely the vocal highlight of the album. that's all i can say. exo did it once again kids. rating: 9/10

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fa-by · 1 year ago

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Laucy 2.O

Hiiii babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗. I'm back with a new post. And I know, I know, I apologize again for my disappearance but I haven't been well for 3 months and also have been in the hospital again for a week 😭. I don't want to bore you with my health, but I just ask you to be patient again for future posts 😅🙏🏼.

I was answering the asks in my mail when I realized that 2 of them in particular were asking the same thing. I started writing and the more I did, the more I realized how long it was getting and I therefore decided to split it off from the Q&A post I started and which you guys will have, and make it a separate one on today's topic which you can see from the title.

Without further ado, let's go straight to the answers of those 2 asks. Enjoy 🙃.

HIII to you too, my dear 👋🏼😄. You're the purple heart Anon 🙃. That's how I always mentioned you to my gf, and the fact that you always remembered to say hi to me because you know it's important to me, always distinguished you from others especially because you do it in caps every time and you always make me smile/laugh because I know it's a dig for all those Anons who don't 🤣. Of course I remember you, as you can see 🤗!

1) I'm getting better. Very slowly, but I'm getting better. I still have a lot of medical checks to do but then I hope to finish once and for all because I'm honestly tired of hospital, doctors, and being sick in general 😩. Thank you for your concern and I really hope you're well and healthy 🥰.

2) Of course I can expose them 😉. This post is dedicated to that 😜.

And yeah, I hope they don't steal again because for real then I'd stop doing big analysis like I did in the past for Laucy, for the AMA's 2018, etc. I just want people to respect my decision to not want my stuff off Tumblr and ask me first if they really wanna post anything of mine outside of here, so that we can arrange what’s good for me for them to post and what’s not. That's all.

P.S. you made me laugh with the caps part which I guess was shouted 🤣🤣.

3) Thank you for always being so kind to me, my dear 💜 Anon. I really mean it 🤗. Have a beautiful day too 🙃. My gf says hi too 😄. I love you too and take care 😘.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄. Greetings from my gf too 🙃.

It is a pain, and not because you asked, but because of the PR. And not even for the PR per se, but just because it's always the same shit we've seen (and will continue to see) over and over again but with different people. But anyway, let's get into it.

Oh and, small disclaimer. Sasha's pronouns are ze/her/they and I used she/her when I wrote this. I'm explaining this to you guys just to clarify that I didn't misgender her, okay? Good 😇.

Let's start with the new and improved version of Laucy. Welcome to Laucy 2.O, my dear Anon and my dear 💜 Anon, and any other of you babies who are reading.

Sasha Mallory, born on August 6, 1988 (age 35), professional dancer, and runner-up on season 8 of So You Think You Can Dance in 2011 when she was 23. She's worked in many dance companies, music videos, tours of singers such as Madonna, Adam Lambert, and Katy Perry, and done much more. Along with her family, she owns and operates the Mallory Academy of Dance (in Bakersfield California) in which she obviously also teaches.

In my opinion, chosen precisely because of her sexuality (as Laur herself said when talking about the Valentine's Day post in the People article: “Queer representation is important”) and her profession because, unlike Laur's other queer friends who were already her friends anyway and someone new was needed in her life, Sasha's in the industry and travels a lot precisely for the same reason. She ‘understands’ that life. And she certainly benefits from the money made from the contract and, more importantly, the visibility in the industry for her work.

Having explained the basics, let's get down to the facts and the not-so-subtle stages:

The beginning

- Prelude. For those who don't know, Prelude premiered with a special global livestream via Moment House on October 14 and 15, 2021, but was officially released on November 5, 2021. It took them 6 days to make/film it. On September 11, 2021, Laur received the videos that she included by turning them almost into a documentary (with the help of Matthew Siskin of course, the co-director and co-editor along with Lo), and they started promoting the project on September 14, 2021. Before all this, however, there were the organization and the rehearsals to bring the project to life.

Lauren and Sasha met in mid-August 2021 (roughly the 13th) thanks to Coral Dolphin, the choreographer who took care of Prelude (and the tour).

To confirm the timeline, these are Laur's very first likes on their profiles (Coral Dolphin, José Gabriel Baez, Sasha, and Triana Steward), except for Aahkilah Cornelius, who didn't even have IG at the time, and Jesse Johnson who didn't post anything in general (not even anything personal) from the time they met (not even Prelude) until 2022 (personal stuff).

- From November 20 to December 1, 2021, Tour: An Evening with Lauren Jauregui. With Laur, Coral direction and choreography, and Sasha and José dancers.

The hang out no longer just professional

- First speculations created on March 12, 2022, after the insta-stories and that post (posted two days later) with the alpacas, with contribution of the tweet to pretend to mislead, but actually start inserting the seed 🧫 into people's heads 🧠:

A couple of appearances together with other friends: 1) at Banks' concert on Apr 6, 2022, along with *cough* coincidentally and not to publicize two things at the same time *cough* the announcement of Laur's participation in The Serpentina Tour, 2) at Coachella on Apr 17, 2022, *cough* she didn't go there with Lo and her friends, she was there only because she had to perform/dance with Channel Tres with whom she was booked from Mar 18, 2022, to Dec 31, 2022 *cough*.

- Sasha danced with her and José again (for the last time so far) at the Al Sol Blume Festival on April 30, 2022 (the 3 of them rehearsed from the 27th to the 29th).

Another appearance together on a boat with all of Laur's friends on May 14, 2022.

- Rumors reinforced by the trip to Cuba for Laur's birthday in which I'll underline, there were other people, friends, with them and her brother. *let's water the seed 💧*

We're just friends, people, isn't it obvious? *Please don't let it be obvious*

+ denial/fake protection

- Sasha went on the New York (July 27, 2022) and Denver (Aug 2, 2022) tour dates before continuing with her gig for the Channel Tres tour, and on Aug 1st, Laur posted that tweet just to add fuel to the fire. *let's keep watering 💧*

Lo wished her a happy birthday with a post on Aug 6, 2022.

- On November 29, 2022, Sasha posted a TikTok with the “Reasons Why I'm SINGLE” filter and on December 3, 2022, she replied to someone by saying that she and Lauren were just friends. Both then deleted. Did you have any doubts about it? 😑

In the meantime tho, other appearances together: on Sept 17, 2022, (Aliyah Niambi's insta-story) to celebrate an Aja Monet working achievement, on Oct 30, 2022, for Halloween, on Oct 31, 2022, for the Paramore concert, and on Dec 8, 2022, for Channel Tres tour date in L.A. where Ty was too. *👏🏼🙌🏼 a reunion with 2 PRs, yeeeey 🥳🤣🤣🤣*

“She like who she like”/The confirmation

- Snow Tha Product EVERYNIGHTNIGHTS PODCAST live streamed on January 12, 2023, in which Laur publicly said for the first time that she was into a woman, specifying “a femme, a non-binary” and choking and freaking out more and more in explaining because she didn't know whether she was defining her the correct way or not. Sasha changed her bio to the one she still has now immediately after: * we're almost there 💧*

- On January 18, 2023, there was the video on Lauren's Patreon Zoom as they played Uno to confirm even more who she was talking to Snow about, plus the fans' backlash and Laur's obvious reaction to 100% confirm: *has germinated 🌱*

- The UnitedMasters GRAMMY party (Feb 3, 2023) before the final push, let's call it the oh-so-unpredictable boom of the definitive confirmation of the Valentine's Day post (Feb 14, 2023).

The explanation

- In the Zach Sang Show interview released on March 31, 2023, she said that they'd been together for a year, that there had been attraction from the first moment they danced Don't Wanna Say, and that however, neither of them told the other anything for a while; Sasha because Lauren was her boss and she wanted to be respectful and Laur because she didn’t think it was mutual. She explained that she was the one who made the first move by inviting her over to her house to hang out. They cooked together and only after Sasha left very early, Lo confessed everything to her via text to which Sasha replied that she felt the same way. Laur specified that it happened the night before she left to go back to Miami because she still lived there and still had 3 months of lease for the house.

End of the important stuff (for now)

Now let's talk logic, dates, and bullshit.

Let's break down piece by piece the already checked and verified facts I've listed to you, with what she said on the Zach Sang Show, and let's see what's true and what's not.

1) Taking into consideration the date I believe to be correct, Lauren and Sasha met on August 13, 2021. Attraction from the first moment they danced Don’t Wanna Say: “The chemistry was just crazy. I was like, what the fuck is this? I feel so attracted to you”.

In addition to the promo for Prelude, there was no interaction or public appearance together until the tour.

2) They went on tour from November 20 until December 1, 2021. “And then it was like super low-key. We both had like a crush on each other but didn't say anything about it for a minute”, Sasha because Lauren was her boss and she wanted to be respectful, and Laur because she didn't think it was mutual.

After the tour, again no public appearances together until March 12, 2022 (alpacas). This, this one right here, is the timespan that interests us the most.

3) The first move and the confession: “I invited her to come over to hang out with me and we made dinner together and stuff. And it was a date in my head, but she didn't know it was a date. She thought we were hanging out just casually” - small pause to look at Chantal (her manager Chantal Felice) as she did other times during bullshit - “So she ended up leaving hella early” blah, blah, blah, blah, blah “I sent her this like, really long cute ass message and she was like: what?”

4) The explanation of when it happened: “Actually, that happened right before I left back to Miami. So we were here in L.A. and it was right before I left back to Miami because I was living in Miami at the time. So I had like 3 months still of my lease in Miami. So it was like the day before I left, was when I texted her and was like ‘this is how I feel’. And she was like ‘what the fuck? I feel the same way’ and I was like ‘what?’. So yeah, we had like 3 months in between. - Now we see each other when we can”.

Okay, that day? That dinner ‘they had’ the night before going back to Miami? It never happened. And those 3 months that she wanted to make believe were in Miami? They're not correct.

No surprise there since we know it's all made-up narrative for the PR, but do you wanna know how I know? I know because unfortunately for both Camren, fans save every little thing posted on the internet that concerns them and their lives. I checked. Laur's last night in L.A. was December 18, 2021, and who did she spend it with? WITH CORAL! They had dinner IN A RESTAURANT before going to The Peppermint Club (West Hollywood). The next day (the 19th), Lo was in Miami and returned to Los Angeles on February 5, 2022.

Here you can see the screenshots I took of Laur's insta-stories. One from her last day in Miami on February 4, 2022, with Mateo, the son of her friend Alexa Ferrer, and another one from when she returned to Los Angeles on February 5, 2022, which can be compared with the post Lo published on February 25, 2022, in which she was with her friend Britt (Brittany Martinez-Hewitt):

Here, however, Coral's insta-story (Dec 18) and the screenshot I took from one of Laur's insta-stories (Dec 19), specifically from the one where she was playing with Cleo:

You can also compare Coral's insta-story with the post Laur published on December 21, 2021. From slides 6, 7, and 10, you can very well see both how Lo's outfit matches and how it was the same night.

You can also see from Coral's insta-story how it was night outside. It's clearly visible from the glass window behind Laur. And now tell me, is there anything about this picture that makes you think it was Lauren's house or otherwise a house in general? And does it look like Sasha was there? Maybe hidden under the small table that was clearly only for two people and that makes you understand that no one else was with them? 🤣🤣🤣 Sasha wasn't even there that night! They didn't see each other at all! 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣🤣 So what dinner had and cooked at your house the night before you went to Miami are we talking about, Laur? What in the PR and the alternative universe are you talking about? 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤣🤣🤣

Debunked the dinner, let's move on to the 3 months.

The timespan between December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and February 5, 2022 (return to L.A.) is 1 month and 18 days to be exact. I'm gonna abound by saying they were almost 2 months if I have to, but it's certainly not 3. They don't match the idea that by “I was living in Miami at the time. So I had like 3 months still of my lease in Miami - So yeah, we had like 3 months in between”, she meant to imply that they didn't see each other because she stayed in Miami for 3 months. Yeah, she still had 3 months of lease for the house, but that doesn't mean she stayed there for real as I've shown you. And it can't even be that she was talking about another time period because she's never stayed in Miami for 3 months since she met Sasha in August of 2021.

On the other hand, the timespan between December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and March 12, 2022 (alpacas) is 2 months and 22 days. I can again abound by saying that they were almost 3 months, but only to let Lo get away with it. This does match the “we had like 3 months in between”, but it also proves another lie at the same time.

Remember how I also wrote in the initial list that Sasha was booked to perform with Channel Tres from March 18, 2022, to December 31, 2022? Well, she hadn't left yet for the first date, which was Lollapalooza in Chile (March 18, 2022). So, if Laur was back in town on February 5, 2022, what exactly was the reason they didn't see each other for precisely 1 month and seven days (February 5 to March 12) before that PUBLIC hang-out with Lauren's friends (alpacas)?

If December 18, 2021 (last day in L.A.) and March 12, 2022 (alpacas) match the almost 3 months said on the Zach Sang Show, what exactly was the reason for not seeing each other before the 12th (alpacas)? After not seeing each other since that oh-so-real dinner before Laur returned to Miami, and especially after they confessed to liking each other via texts, do they really want me to believe they waited another month since Lauren was back in town to see each other? And in the company of other people on top of that? Come on now 🤣🤣🤣. After all that waiting, they would've seen each other the moment Laur set foot back in town if it had been a real relationship.

Debunked even the 3 months, let's move on to the part of the interview in which she said they'd been together for a year.

As I said before, the Zach Sang Show interview was released on March 31, 2023. It was filmed definitely a few days prior or in any case in the same month since it was primarily done for the promo of Trust Issues (which was released on the same day as the interview) and In Between. From that, since to Zach's question “How long have you been together?” she answered “We've been together for like a year” and it was March 2023, we can establish that by March 2022 they were already together officially as a couple. Or rather, already since before February 2022 given what Laur said about the Valentine's Day post in the interview with People (May 26, 2023): “We'd been together for a year by that point”.

Neither of them has yet specified what the official date is, but still based on the date of Lo's last day in L.A. because of the so-real ‘dinner and text’ story, we can assume that December 18, 2021, is the specific date on which they officially got together. Unless we'll have anniversary posts in the future.

So, if they've already been together since December 18, 2021, then why instigate/tease Snow during her podcast about the fact that she missed the opportunity to kiss her in the Piña video? Why push her so hard and on several occasions for other things as well?

***I'd like to clarify anyway that I've taken Mila completely out of the equation also because this acting as single people of theirs is something that has been going on for them basically since the X-Factor days (they did, they do, and they have to keep doing it for appearances, or simply when they're mad at each other 😅). All this is just me proving and exposing Laucy 2.O. Okay, let's move on.***

And speaking of Piña, on September 19, 2022, Lauren and Snow did the TikTok live to promote the song by also saying that they would've made the video as soon as they were both in town (L.A.). Which happened in October. On October 5, 2022, @jakehenrythgc posted a picture together with Lo on the set of the video (in the La Cita Bar: bar/live music venue/nightclub in Downtown L.A.). Laur posted an insta-story while watching the full video for the first time on October 26, 2022, and on December 19, 2022, the video was released.

So if the video was shot on October 5 when Snow missed the opportunity to kiss her, shouldn't that date be calculated in that year with Sasha? Was it crossed off in the calendar and no one told me? If Laur had actually been in a relationship for a year, she wouldn't have insisted so much on the missed opportunity to be kissed by another person even if only professionally. Although we could see in that very podcast how important 'professionally' is to Lauren. So important, she didn't even remember doing it with a guy in the Always Love video 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣.

But back to being serious. If she'd actually been in a relationship for a year, she never would've pressed and pushed Snow's buttons in that way on different things. But no, she instigated/teased her a lot of times by even saying other things outside of Snow specifically, like the fact that she likes to provoke in general even straight girls: “I love making straight girls question who they are” – “I'm just trying to see if you're really as straight as you think you are”.

And with those 2 sentences, I want to remind you all of something she said in Becky G's podcast (the very first reason why I'm here and you guys know me https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/648191757219250176/there-is-a-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel) and how these 2 sentences are yet another proof of how much bullshit she had to say that day to hide her truth:

Wasn't she the one who had an ‘issue flirting with girls’ and who felt ‘disgustingly uncomfortable’ because she felt ‘like a predator’, ‘the aggressor’, ‘the one who was like the masculine energy in the scenario’, because she was ‘always the one turning her’? Wasn't she the one who didn't want to be able to ‘potentially put off that kind of vibe onto someone or invade or like anything like that’? So, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? And even with straight girls no less 🤦🏻‍♀️. Please, Lauren, explain yourself? Explain to the audience 🤣. Justify the bullshit you had to say about Camila by succeeding in making a lot of CS leave. Justify the bullshit you had to say in comparison with the truth and reality you said NOW.

All the chickens come home to roost, my friends. Always 🙌🏼. It doesn't matter if years go by, but the truth always comes out 🔥.

Anyway, back to Laucy 2.O. If Lauren had actually been in a relationship for a year, she wouldn't have behaved that way with another person. She wouldn't have done any of that. She wouldn't have behaved the way an available person would. This even proves by itself that the relationship is fake. The fact that she did it during a live podcast and didn't give a damn about all the fans present, proves it even more. Tsk-tsk. In a relationship for a year, HA! Don't make me laugh 😏.

Not to mention the fact that Sasha was (and maybe still is) with Baylie Olsen. Now the engagement you mentioned in the ask, there's no trace of anything like that at all as far as I know, dear Anon. It'll be part of the various bullshit that CS and other ‘fans’ made up 🤷🏻‍♀️ as usual 🙄. What I do know and can prove is the fact that Sasha and Baylie met in early May 2019 during rehearsals for the Eurovision performance which then took place on May 18, 2019, with Madonna.

They were both backup dancers throughout Madonna's Madame X era including the Madame X Tour which lasted from September 12, 2019, to March 4, 2020. And as you can see here:

They started dating loooong before August 2021, which is when Lauren and Sasha met, and that they continued to do so at least publicly until April 2022, which is even after the hang-out with the alpacas (March 14, 2022).

And these are not even all the pictures they commented on and liked on each other 🤣. There are many more that you can very well go see for yourselves on both of their profiles. So “My first Valentine” my ass, Sasha 🤣. Oh and by the way, Laur was obviously aware and supportive of their relationship:

Going back to talking about the Valentine's Day post instead: “I kinda did it very whimsically. I didn't even tell her I was gonna post it” (Zach Sang Show) – “On Valentine's Day, I did it very impulsively. I didn't even talk with them about it first” (People). Oh yeah sure, because it's totally normal to not talk to your partner about something as unimportant as making it official to the world BEFORE actually doing it, right?

Miss I prefer to live my life off of social media and keep my private life private, Miss confidentiality, Miss privacy in all respects suddenly didn't care. Miss I keep having to pretend that I was outed in 2016 and not that it was all arranged, suddenly just didn't care about doing something like that? Seriously? Suuuure. Sure, sure, sure, Jan, right. No, for real, who believes that? Who can believe that that behavior could have been normal and not something planned/arranged?

Even this alone, does nothing but prove 2 things (again, back to my very first post and Becky G's podcast and all that fake situation they created that I talked about on several occasions): 1) It reconfirms for the umpteenth time the story of the fake coming out arm-in-arm with the PR with Lucrezia um sorry, Lucy. 2) This PR with Sasha.

Why? Because someone who claims to have been haunted by being outed when she wasn't ready, DOESN'T BEHAVE THAT WAY! Someone who claims to have been traumatized by that whole experience, someone who's not an ordinary person but a public figure and therefore double haunt and trauma, DOESN'T DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT! Tell me who, after all that, wouldn't talk to their girlfriend before officially posting something romantic-wise for the first time? Who wouldn't make sure she was okay with it first? Especially since, again, we're not talking about an ordinary person. We're talking about someone famous with 12 million followers on IG.

A person who's actually gone through that kind of trauma, would never dare to do that. It wouldn't even cross their mind because they'd have respect for the person they're with. They’d also take their partner's feelings into consideration. They’d make sure that it would be okay for them even if their partner's out and proud, because they would never want to make someone else experience the trauma they themselves experienced firsthand. And honestly, tell me, does this seem to be the case for Lauren?

What I'm seeing now, from the podcast with KITTENS actually, is that they're using the strategy of showing Lauren's change. Showing more and more how she's healed and how she's more comfortable and open with her sexuality. I'm very happy about it, don't get me wrong. It's about time she could show what she in reality is since she was 17/18 years old. And I'm not even saying it's not true that for years she'd struggled with her internalized homophobia and all the other problems. Hell, we know fully well that's true. And I also understand that she had to suppress herself and follow the narratives mostly to hide Camren, let alone if I don't understand that. I'm just saying that, what I don't like is the way they made her act. Just as it doesn't sit well with me the usual incoherent love propaganda that they've already used in the past. I'll explain myself better.

Oh and, speaking of incoherent love propaganda used before. Is it only me who noticed that since that Valentine's Day post, Lauren's started talking about Sasha in interviews in the exact same way she used to talk about Ty when she was in a PR relationship with him? I mean, no differences? No imagination for something new? No? Just copy and paste? Um, okay… I- um 🤔🤨 I'll shut up 🤐.

Back to this incoherent love propaganda.

If “We're so solid, and we have such a beautiful foundation and so much trust and love between us” (People), and if “the core-” of their relationship “-is love and respect” as she said in Shannon Boodram's podcast along with other things, then where was this trust and respect when she thought (?):

Zach Sang Show: “Damn is Valentine’s Day. I’m seeing all these people post their babes, I was like, this is my baby. Like I’m in love and I don’t care. I don’t care!” --- “But like I said, Valentine’s Day came, I saw all these cute pictures and I was like, you know what? Me and baby are cute. So I’m gonna post it”.

People: “I'm in love. We'd been together for a year by that point, and I was like, ‘You know what? Fuck it’.” --- “On Valentine's Day, I did it very impulsively. I didn't even talk with them about it first. I was just seeing people post their significant others, and I was just like, ‘Dude, I'm in love. These pictures are so cute. We're so cute. People deserve to see this shit’. Queer representation is important, I think”.

So 🤔 what I grasped from both interviews is that, she did it because she didn't care and because people deserved to see that shit because queer representation is important (although I agree with that last part), but at the same time (?):

Zach Sang Show: “The layer of fame is like a whole thing. But it’s so beyond that. I think the reason I keep my private life private for the most part, is because people are so invasive and projective”. --- “Especially people who say they’re fans”. --- “There’s those other people who just are so attached to you that they feel they have ownership over you and then they just like, trash someone you love and just try to make their lives miserable or make up things about them”. --- “That part is so weird to me, so I try to keep what makes me happy away from people who want to project unhappiness onto it”.

Oh yeah, we all saw that 🤦🏻‍♀️.

I mean, I'm being sarcastic here because she was talking about Sasha's situation, which is not true. But it is the truth in reality. It's the truth that applies in her life and above all with whom? *whispered echo: 🗣️ Cameeeela*

People: “Most of my relationships, I keep under wraps, just because it's really odd to have so many strangers have an opinion about who you're choosing to love or what goes on between the two of you. But I just want to be able to love them out loud and be able to share that with people”. --- “So, people's opinions don't really don't matter. Honestly, for me, it's more so about protecting them and making sure that they don't feel attacked because fans are fans”.

Protect them/her? PROTECT HER? 🤣🤣🤣 How? By exposing her and you guys ‘relationship’ to the world without even telling her? Ahh, okay 🤣🤣🤣🤣. Exposing her for sure keeps people from attacking her precisely because she's your girlfriend, sure, undoubtedly 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣. Mh-hmm, yeah, this way of thinking would've made sooo much sense if the relationship was true 🤦🏻‍♀️🤣.

“There's other fans who call themselves fans that I don't really consider fans. People who feel very possessive over you and feel like they have a right to tell you who you should or should not be with, which is really fascinating to me because you're literally a stranger who's never met me in real life. So it's really interesting that you think about who I should or shouldn't be with. And people have prejudices. Racism is a very real thing, and I don't like when she gets attacked or people send her really crazy-ass messages or send weird messages to her family. I really wanted to avoid that, but it was kind of happening anyways because people assumed we were in a relationship. So I was just like, ‘I guess it doesn't really fully matter at this point’. We just have to ignore those kinds of people as much as we can, because sometimes they're really violent and need to be handled. But for the most part, it's really just harmless, online shit”.

Putting aside the part where I super agree that people need to stop harassing them (Camren) and the people in their lives, let's talk about “I really wanted to avoid that, but it was kind of happening anyways because people assumed we were in a relationship” and “I guess it doesn't really fully matter at this point”.

She really wanted to avoid that, but she did it anyway, because she guessed it didn't really fully matter at that point because people assumed they were in a relationship?? Really??? What kind of protection would this be????

So, wait, wait, wait. From the top.

She wanted to avoid letting people know because she wanted to protect her and make sure she and her family weren't attacked, then Valentine's Day came along and she thought fuck it. Fuck her own privacy, fuck the protection of Sasha and her family, and fuck their trust and respect because, given that she saw people posting their significant other, she whimsically and impulsively decided to do the same. She revealed their relationship to the whole world without TELLING HER ANYTHING FIRST because she didn't care, because people deserved to see that shit because queer representation is important, and because she guessed it didn't really fully matter at that point because people already assumed they were in a relationship.

I mean… WHAT?????

What in the world? What in the inconsistency? What kind of contradiction is all this? No really. Was all of that more important than her own girlfriend? Seriously?? No, I'm sorry. This is yet another proof of how fake and organized all this is.

From a logical point of view, it's impossible for me to think that Lauren just didn't care. It's impossible to think that she did it by putting all of that above her girlfriend's respect and trust. It's impossible to think they didn't talk about it before posting. It's impossible period.

This is Lauren we’re talking about here! Empathetic, caring, selfless, sensitive, and with a great emotional connection Lauren! The real Lauren would never do something like this. She would never put her own needs before those of someone she cares about. To quote Alastor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire: ‘End of story. Goodbye. The end.’ Sorry but I had to 😅🤣. The conversation required a final quote 🙃.

But anyway. The bottom line of this charade: supposedly met on August 13, 2021, months without saying they had crushes on each other, non-existent dinner the night before going to Miami after which Laur texted her that she liked her and Sasha reciprocated, and therefore they got together supposedly the same night on December 18, 2021. Throughout all this, Sasha and Baylie were still together even still publicly, and Laur continued to act ‘single’ until Valentine's Day of the following year (2023).

Make it make sense! Make it make sense, seriously! But no hey, we know that a PR relationship MUST create doubts in people's heads and MUST NOT look perfect at all otherwise people would get bored and not speculate about it. Right, my bad I almost forgot 🤦🏻‍♀️.

So, this is the timeline, dear Anon. As for your question “Why would Lauren get into a relationship with someone else who is in a relationship?”, in my opinion, the better question would be ‘why did Sasha agree to do this since she was/maybe still is in a relationship?’. She was/is the one in a normal public relationship contrary to Laur who has a hidden one.

For Lauren it's business and it's convenient for many things. It's a cover for Camren and the songs, and it helps her queer image. Again “Queer representation is important”. But Sasha? Who knows. As I also said at the beginning, she benefits from both the money made from the contract and, more importantly, the visibility in the industry for her work. For the rest, I don't know how it went.

Lauren was looking for a girl for PR. Maybe Lauren was talking about it in general as friends do, and Sasha volunteered. Maybe Sasha talked about it with Baylie who, being an artist and a dancer as well and who therefore understands that lifestyle, agreed with it. Or maybe it was Lo's old management's idea after seeing them dance at the August rehearsal since we know very well how gays think, and they anticipated the reaction that inevitably happened later with the Prelude live. Or maybe it was Lauren's own idea since she has more freedom in her choices and she proposed it to her. I don't know. I don't know this. There's no proof around yet. I can only speculate.

Fact is that I don't see Lauren in a bad light here. It's not the first time she's been portrayed as a homewrecker and a traitor. They tried it before with the Lauren, Lucy, Ty, and Alycia Bella (ex of Ty) square story, and they tried again now with Sasha and Baylie. I didn't fall for it then and I don't fall for it now. You know why? Because it's all fake. I said it before and I also explained it in my PR stunt relationships - ɟ post: a PR relationship MUST create doubts in people's heads and MUST NOT look perfect at all otherwise people would get bored and not speculate about it.

So, dear Anon, the best thing to do in these cases is not to ask yourself questions like “Why would Lauren get into a relationship with someone else who is in a relationship?” since it's all fake and organized to entertain an audience, but it's to not ask yourself these kinds of questions at all precisely because it's all fake and organized to entertain an audience. But if you really have to, ask yourself questions that go arm-in-arm with reality and not Hollywood fiction 😉.

I hope I helped you understand as you hoped 🙃.

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Aaand I'm done 👅. I hope you're both happy with this analysis 🤗.

Thanks to all the others for the other asks which, as I said at the beginning of the post, you'll get answered in the usual Q&A post I started 🙃. As usual, I'm always available for those who have questions, so ask away 😄.

Remember to be nice. Always. Both with others and with yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼. Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗. I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️.

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The Moment I Knew - a Taylor Swift song inspired piece.

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And the hours pass by. Now I just wanna be alone but your close friends always seem to know when there’s something really wrong so they follow me down the hall, and there in the bathroom I try not to fall apart, and the sinking feel starts as I say hopelessly, “ he said he’d be here”.

“Millie, do you know what you’re going to wear tonight?” Rachel asks me and I shake my head. She planned me a wonderful birthday party with all of my friends and my boyfriend. Some of his friends are invited too.

“I have some dresses in mind, but nothing certain. I want to look my best since you said I have to dress formal.” I tell her.

“Well, I talked to Kellen and he said he would be here to set up, and he also told me he would be wearing red if that helps.”

“It does actually. I only have one dress that’s red.” I say and pull it from the closet.

“I love that dress. It’s so beautiful Millie.” She says as I walk into the bathroom to change. I come out, full makeup, the diamond earrings Kellen got me on my ears, and our locket on my neck. When I step out, Rachel is gone, probably to go put the finishing touches on the decorations. While I wait for her to come and get me to go out into the party, I text Kellen.

Me: hey. How is everything going with decorating? Rachel on your nerves yet?

And I wait. And wait. And wait. And no reply. Maybe she really has put him to work. I put my phone away and take a deep breath. I hope 23 is good to me. I’ve been through so much the past few years and things are starting to look up now. Kellen is amazing. And I finally have a job that I love. I am a transcription writer online. And I hope things continue to get better.

I hear a small tap on my door and Rachel peeks her head in. “You ready?” She asks and I nod. She steps out and leads me to the huge kitchen where the party is set up. Music is playing softly and as soon as everyone comes into view they begin to sing happy birthday. I smile and look at the lovely faces around the room. Every one smiling. They all look amazing. So formal but so casual at the same time. There are Christmas lights still hanging around the room, but the walls are covered with red, black, and white decorations. Balloons fill the ceiling and banners cover the wall. Tables are full of cake pops, jars of jelly, crackers, and cookies. Closest to me is a small cake with 23 written across it in red icing. But as I continue to look for the one person I want to see the most, their face isn’t there.

Kellen isn’t here. But I don’t let my smile fall yet. Maybe it’s a surprise.

As the song comes to a close, I close my eyes and blow out the candles on top of my cake and everyone cheers. Music begins to play loudly and I am served cake and other snacks. Everyone is having fun. But I have yet to see Kellen. I make my way across the room, greeting and hugging people as I go to find Rachel.

“What do you think? Good party huh?” She says as she stops dancing to face me.

“It’s great. I appreciate you doing this for me. But where is Kellen? I thought he helped me out set up?”

“He said he was going to but never came. I thought maybe he would have come by now?” She said. She must have been able to see the heartbreak on my face, because she said “we will find out. Go have fun. I’ll have our friends text him and see.”

“Thanks Rachel.” I tell her and walk back to the table. Me and my friends that are near take some selfies and pictures in front of the birthday banner. I take some pictures even with Kellen’s friends who I don’t know super well but I know their names. When we do a group photo, I ask them where he would be?

“He never got ahold of anyone since 4. At 4 he said he planned to be here. But he isn’t picking up. Sorry Millie.” Jason said. I sat back down and just watched the clock. I don’t remember much about opening gifts. Just me watching the door. The party goes on around me but I can’t help by have an ache in my chest from him not showing up. I know I should be grateful for everyone here but I feel awful. I get up and run to the bathroom as I hear laughter in another room. Hot tears stream down my cheeks. And I hear a few sets of footsteps behind me. I rush into the bathroom and before I can shut the door our friends are there.

“Mille we are so sorry.” Jason says. “Kellen should have been here.”

“He should be here. Why isn’t he here? Was anyone else able to get ahold of him?” I asked and an uncomfortable silence fell upon them. “What aren’t you telling me?” I direct at the group of them.

“I took the call. Let me tell her.” The one whose name I’m pretty sure is Harry, says. They nodded and let him continue. “I picked up the phone and he asked me how it was going. I obviously bitched him out for not being here. He was pissed but asked me to cover for him. I’ll spare you the details but basically he was with another girl. I told him I don’t speak for everyone, but I don’t want to be friends with someone like that. He got mad and hung up the phone.” He said sadly and I couldn’t even see my eyes were so full with tears.

“Harry may not speak for the rest of us but I’m sure I can. We don’t want him either. What he did was shitty and he ruined your birthday. We’re on your side Millie.” Jason said and everyone agreed with him. They surrounded me and hugged me. It was the most supportive anyone has treated me ever. And these six boys just made my night. They could have kept it a secret. They could have defended him. But they didn’t. They stood by me when they didn’t have to.

“You guys are the best.” I say as we separate. I am still tearing up but I might be okay.

“No. You just deserve the best.” Harry says. Everyone begins to file out of the bathroom but Harry asks me to stay. “I don’t want to come off creepy. But in case you want someone to talk to, who knows what you’re going through, can I give you my number?” He asks.

I ponder this for a second. He seems so genuine. So sweet. He really didn’t want to tell me the bad news but was willing to give up his best friend for it.

“If you don’t want to I completely understand. I’m not trying to be like that and take advantage. I just know I could have used someone who had been through the same thing when it happened to me.”

“That would be good” I tell him. He lets me dry my tears with his handkerchief and then walks me out. I take him to my room. “I’m so sorry it’s a mess.” I say. He says he doesn’t mind. I grab a piece of paper and he writes his number down and I do the same for him. We go and rejoin the last few minutes of the party. Everyone starts to exchange good byes. Rachel, Harry, Jason, and the rest of his now ex-friends are the last to leave, helping clean up and giving me words of support. Harry gives me a look before shutting the door behind them. All that’s left is me. I take off this hot dress and get into my comfy fuzzy pajamas. As I’m wiping my red lipstick off onto a cotton pad, my phone begins to ring. It’s Kellen.

“Hello?” I say, a slight break in my voice at just the thought of hearing his excuse.

“Millie, I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for your birthday. I got caught up at work.” He says and my heart breaks even more. He lied.

“I’m sorry too.” I tell him.

“Let me come over tomorrow to make it up to you?” He asks.

“No. I don’t want you to come over. I can’t do this.” I tell him, feeling more tears run down my face. My hands unconsciously grab the locket I never take off. I forget it’s there sometimes.

“Do what Mil?” He asks, nervous now.

“This. Us. What you did tonight was an awful thing to do.”

“I told you that I got caught up at work. How can you blame me for this? You’re crazy if you think it was my fault!”

“No I’m not crazy. Don’t turn this around on me Kellen. They told me what you did. You were with another girl. Don’t lie to me.” I tell him. I’m starting to get angry.

“They told you? Why the hell would they do that to me. They’re my friends!”

“Not anymore. Guess they don’t want to be around someone who is unfaithful. A cheater. Throwing away a good thing. How could you do that to me?”

“You never want to put out. So I went somewhere else. I was tired of nothing.” He said truthfully and it felt like a knife in my chest.

“I never put out? Kellen you never have acted like this before. We always talked stuff out. Why didn’t you talk to me? You’ve never been so mean.”

“You didn’t want to hear it.”

“Whatever Kellen. We are done. Now you can go fuck whoever you want. Not that us being in a relationship stopped you anyways.”

“Yeah. I’ll make sure I tell your friend Sam I said hi when I go back to her house.”

“Fuck you.” I said and hung up the phone. I’ve never cried so hard. My chest has never hurt this bad.

Everything hurts so much. How can you do that to someone. Let alone a friend. I don’t understand what flipped in him. We have never had an issue like this. We always talk out the ones we do. But I guess I never really got the truth. He was just tolerating me the entire time just so he wasn’t alone.

Ding

My phone chimed and I pick it back up.

Unknown number: this is Harry. How are you doing?

I save the number and reply after wiping my eyes.

Me: I’m decent considering everything.

Harry: you don’t have to act fine if you’re not. It’s okay to be upset about it.

Me: I don’t want to bother you too much. Or you’ll get tired of me too.

Harry: I’ve been through this. Don’t worry about me. I’m here to support you.

Me: I appreciate you. We just broke up on the phone. He gave me the details. He’s so awful.

Harry: I’m sorry, love. Is there anything I can do?

Me: erase the past 11 months would be great. I’ve got so much stuff that reminds me of him I don’t know what to do with now.

Harry: what all do you have?

Me: Clothes. Pictures. This fucking locket he gave me for our six month anniversary. I hate it so much

Harry: if you want to, I have a fireplace. We could burn it?

Me: Fuck. Yes.

Harry: I’ll send you my address. Want to come at 6?

Me: yes. Can I bring some wine and snacks?

Harry: of course. See you then love.

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dr-peppers-monster · 4 months ago

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Alive, With You–Chapter 4: Gratitude

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Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077

Fic Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Female V

Chapter Summary: V and Johnny enjoy a date night, making new memories and sharing some old ones.

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It was a warm, sunny day in Night City. Johnny had left the house in the morning to meet with Kerry at a local studio and work on some musical projects they’d been putting together.

It was mid afternoon when Johnny returned home, and the house was unusually quiet when he walked in.

“Val?” He called out into the house, with no response. It was still a bit odd to him to have to actually look for V and walk to her, after having instant access to her wherever she was for so long.

He looked around for a minute, before a flash of color caught his eye.

Through the house’s large windows, he saw V in their backyard, lounging in the pool.

From the hips down her body was submerged, her arms resting on the pool’s edge as she flipped through a magazine.

She had on a hot pink string bikini, with her hair tied up in a bow-like bun on top of her head and cat-eye sunglasses on.

Johnny took a moment to admire her before he went aside, V looking like a magazine cover herself.

Johnny entered the backyard and V lowered her glasses when she caught sight of him, flashing him a big bright smile.

“Heya, hot stuff!” She called out, making Johnny smile.

“Not lookin’ too shabby yourself there.” Johnny replied. He felt his heart racing in as he watched droplets of water drip down between her breasts, the glow of her skin in the bright sunlight.

“How’d the sesh go?” V asked, taking a sip from a drink near her magazine.

Johnny got distracted by the way her glossy pink lips pursed around the drink’s straw.

V grinned as she watched her husband ogle her, not paying any attention to her words.

“Ahem–Mr. Silverhand sir?”

Johnny snapped out of his daze. “Hm-whadya say?”

V laughed. “I realize my tits are fantastic but I didn’t think they’d shut you up that fast.”

V took off her sunglasses and then swam over to the pool’s edge, walking up the small staircase to get out of the water. As she stepped out, Johnny got a full view of her, her body glistening with each step.

V walked up to Johnny slowly without touching him, a delicious grin on her lips.

“They are fantastic. Rest of you’s not bad either.” Johnny flirted.

“Wanna join me in the water?” V asked him, pressing her damp breasts against his chest.

Johnny backed up and pulled his tight tank top up and off of him, then finished stripping down to just his boxer briefs. V’s heart pounded away in her chest as she watched him undress, the sight of his body never failing to making her feel weak.

Before V could say another word, Johnny picked her up and jumped into the pool with her in his arms.

V laughed as they surfaced, taking her now wet-hair out of its bun and then dipping down into the water a second time to smooth her hair out. When she resurfaced, she wrapped her arms around Johnny’s neck and leaned in to kiss him deeply.

Johnny took her by the waist as they shared a wet, chlorine-scented kiss.

“Don’t think I’ve seen this before.” Johnny said, gently pulling the halter neck string of her bikini top and snapping it back into place. “S’really workin’ for me.”

“Got lots of special outfits you haven’t seen yet.” V replied in a low, flirty voice.

“Oh?” Johnny replied curiously.

“Oh, Mr. Silverhand. We can’t ruin the surprises, can we?”

“Expectin’ one of those surprises soon then.”

“I think that can be arranged.” V grinned, leaning in close and kissing him deeply.

After their kiss Johnny moved onto his back, putting his arms behind his head as he floated weightlessly on the water.

“Dunno why I don’t use this pool more.” Johnny said after a moment, his eyes shut.

“You could definitely use a little bit of a tan.” V teased, taking another sip from her drink at the pool’s edge.

“Always been more of a creature of the night myself.” Johnny said. “But this sun thing ain’t so bad right now.”

“So, how’d the sesh go?” V asked again.

“Not bad. Ker is still Ker, pain in the ass. But we’re makin’ progress.”

V laughed. “Can’t wait to hear what you two are cookin’ up. I really liked that bit you were playing last night.”

Johnny smiled, sitting back up in the water and swimming over to V. He wrapped his arms back around her waist and started kissing along her neck, making her giggle.

“Missed me, hm?” V purred.

“Maybe.” Johnny murmured in between kisses.

V played cool, but she felt her skin heating up at Johnny’s touch. She looked at Johnny lovingly, smoothing out a couple stray pieces of his hair.

“Missed you too, baby.” She said sweetly.

“There’s a show tonight at Red Dirt I thought we should check out.” Johnny said. “Up for it?”

“Of course!” V replied. “Come on, let’s go shower and get ready. You can even have the honor of peeling off this bikini.”

“Don’t gotta ask me twice.” Johnny replied quickly, taking V’s hand as they got out of the pool.

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After their shower, V got dressed in tight black leather pants, a cropped tank top with “Night City” written on it, and her favorite thigh high red boots. She put on black winged eyeliner, blood red lipstick (kiss-resistant, of course), a black choker necklace and Johnny’s dog tags, skull stud earrings, and stole one of Johnny’s black leather bracelets.

Johnny opted for a simple but classic look: his favorite leather jacket, a dark green tank top, black jeans with a studded belt, and combat boots.

They looked like the picture perfect example of a rock and roll couple.

“Holy fuck, we’re hot.” V said, fluffing her hair in the mirror as Johnny walked up beside her.

“Damn fuckin’ straight.” Johnny said proudly, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Always knew you were checkin’ me out when you were in my head.” V said with a grin.

“Like you weren’t eye-fucking me right back.” Johnny teased.

“Guilty as charged baby.” V replied flirtatiously, turning to kiss Johnny on the cheek.

“Let’s go get into some trouble.” Johnny said, motioning for V to head out the front door.

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Johnny and V took a Delamain car to the bar so they didn’t have to worry about how many drinks they had that night.

Both of them decided to chat and smoke a cigarette before going inside, and after a few minutes a loud shout interrupted their conversation.

“It’s you, you bitch!” A man yelled from across the parking lot.

V rolled her eyes, and then looked over apologetically at Johnny. “Sorry babe, one second.”

“Can’t take you anywhere.” Johnny joked.

“What is it now, Francis?” V said.

Francis attempted to run up to V, but Johnny quickly stepped in front of her. He knew V was more than capable of handling herself, but his instinct to protect her always took over.

“Not another step, pal.” Johnny said in a deathly serious tone, his hand hovering over his pistol in his side holster.

“You promised me El Capitán would get me a job!” Francis whined.

“Bullshit.” V retorted. “I told him you were lookin’ for work, if he didn’t call you that’s not my fuckin’ problem. We met one time because you got yourself in trouble and paid a fixer to get you out of it. They called me, I did my job. I’ve done more than enough for your sorry ass.”

“But you–but I–“ Francis whined. He for the slightest of seconds appeared to be reaching for a weapon behind him, and V wasted no time. Silently, she used her netrunning skills to deliver a nonfatal dose of electricity directly to Francis and knock him instantly unconscious.

“Always a pleasure to watch you do your thing, babe.” Johnny said proudly.

“God, he’s a pain in the ass.” V said, rubbing her forehead in irritation. “Thank you for stepping in.” She added, giving Johnny a kiss on the cheek. “Mind if I make a quick call?”

“Nope.”

V pulled up El Capitán’s number and dialed, taking another drag of her cigarette as the line rang.

“Ay, V! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey Cap, I’m in your neck of the woods. Johnny and I are seein’ a show at the Red Dirt. Wasn’t even out front of the bar for five minutes and guess who showed up?”

“Ah, shit–Francisco again?”

“Yup. Had quite enough of this dirtbag. Can you please make this issue go away for good? I’m not sayin’ kill ‘im, but I _am_ saying if he doesn’t stay permanently out of my sight he very likely will not survive our next encounter.”

“Claro que sí, V. I assure you he won’t be bothering you again. I assume he’s been…incapacitated?”

“Mhm. Shocked him. Passed out in the Red Dirt’s parking lot.”

“I’ll have one of my guys come get him. Give him a…firm talking to.”

“‘Preciate ya, Cap.”

“Only the best for my favorite merc. Sorry he so rudely interrupted your date night, Mrs. S.”

“Thanks. Talk to you later.”

“Adiós!”

“So sorry about all that.” V said to Johnny, putting her cigarette out on a nearby ashtray. “You know what they say, you can take the girl out of the merc life, but you can’t…blah blah fuckin’ whatever.”

Johnny laughed. “Very poetic.”

“I’m a regular Shakespeare.” V joked.

V and Johnny came by the Red Dirt often to see local bands. They both had a deep fondness for this place, as Samurai had played their first and last (for the time being) gig there. Johnny was always approached by a few fans while they were there, but most regulars of the bar were used to seeing the Silverhands make an appearance now and then. When they walked into the bar, the owner who was also tending bar noticed them immediately.

“Silverhands! How’s it goin’ my friends?”

“Hi Felix!” V said, leaning over the bar to give him a hug. Johnny shook Felix’s hands as they exchanged hellos.

“Here to see the band tonight?” Felix asked.

“Yessir.” Johnny replied.

“Always good to have my favorite couple in my bar. The usual, you two?”

“Please and thank you!” V said.

After the band began their set, V and Johnny walked up closer to the stage. V stood in front of Johnny and he kept his arms around her waist, holding her close to him as they danced along to the music. V put her arms over Johnny’s as he held her, keeping her body pressed up tightly to his.

They both loved the way nights like this felt: good music in their ears, the familiar smell of cigarette smoke, just the right amount of drinks for a pleasant buzz, the chatter of the crowd, and the person they loved most with them to share the moment with. Despite always having some eyes on them everywhere they went, they both felt somewhat normal in these moments: not a famous merc or a rock legend, just a couple at a bar enjoying a local band. They loved their unique lives, but feeling like anyone else for just a moment felt great too.

The scent of Johnny’s cologne floated around V as he held her, and it was driving her wild. She could hardly concentrate on the show by the end of it, picturing all the things she wanted to do to her husband at the end of the night. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered, helpless to his touch.

V turned her head to look back at Johnny and he was saw a familiar look in her eyes. She wanted him–badly. He wanted her just the same. He ran his fingers along the bare portion of her back to torture her just a little, and smiled to himself as he felt her inhale at his touch.

“Think it’s time to be headin’ home.” Johnny said smoothly in her ear.

V turned to him and planted a kiss on his lips that made his entire body heat up, neither of them caring one bit who saw.

“Think you’re right.”

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V climbed into Johnny’s lap immediately after they got into the cab and their lips didn’t leave one another’s the entire ride home. Their hearts racing wildly, they jumped out of the cab and ran inside their front door.

Johnny was just about to start undressing V when she put a finger up at him.

“Uh uh. Sit down. No touching ‘til I say.”

She pointed at a chair in their living room, and Johnny sat back with a curious grin.

V began a sultry combination of a striptease and a lap dance, slowly removing pieces of her clothing until she revealed the lacy lingerie set hiding beneath her outfit. She wore a delicate black lacy bra and little black panties to match.

“Holy fuck.” Johnny said softly, his heart slamming in his chest as he looked his wife over.

“Didn’t think I’d forget about your surprise, didya?” V said as she leaned in close to Johnny’s face. He was dying at not being able to touch her, but absolutely loving every moment of V’s private show.

V moved onto Johnny’s lap and ran her hand over the bulge in his pants, making him groan as barely held himself together. He was so in love with her, needed her so badly, the feelings so big he barely knew how to process them.

“I’m all yours now.” V said, giving him the go ahead. “Take me.”

Johnny ran his hands along V’s waist and hips. His expression was a mix of deep love and lust in equal measures. V felt a warmth in her chest as she saw every feeling Johnny had for her clear as day on his face. Neither of them had expected this moment to feel as romantic as it did. It felt wonderful beyond comprehension. He pulled her in closer to him and kissed her deeply, emotionally, like he needed nothing more in the universe than her in that moment.

He picked her up and they kissed the entire walk up the stairs to their bedroom. He laid her down gently on their bed and she began to work on pulling off his clothing. He slowly removed her lingerie and kissed her everywhere as he did, claiming every inch of her body with his lips. She squirmed in ecstasy at his touch. She felt wanted, needed, safe, home.

When he finally put himself inside of her, both of them exhaled in relief. He looked down at her as they melded into one, the need on her face making him feel invincible. She begged for him, her hands searching for any bit of his skin she could reach.

“I love you, I love you, I love you–“ V sighed out as he made love to her, the moment intimate to the nth degree.

He pulled her legs up onto his chest, kissing along her ankles and calves as the new angle made her moan until she could barely breathe.

She gripped desperately onto the sheets around her as she came, Johnny looking down at her proudly as he pleasured her. He couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, how much he could feel for another person.

His orgasm followed soon after hers, and they laid still in each other's arms for a long few moments before he pulled out of her. They could hear the pounding of each other’s hearts in the silence of their bedroom, taking a moment to come down from their high.

Johnny was surprised to see that V was in tears when he looked back over at her.

“Val? What’s the matter?” Johnny asked, concern clear in his voice as he wiped one of her tears away.

V laughed and sniffled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I just love you so fucking much it’s stupid.”

Johnny pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you too. More than I knew I ever could.”

“Sorry I’m getting all snotty.” V continued. “Sometimes I just think I’m gonna wake up one day and this will all have been a dream or somethin’.”

“Know how you feel.” Johnny said, kissing her temple. “But I’m not goin’ anywhere. We did this. All that bullshit is behind us.”

“Did you like your surprise?” V said softly, running her fingers gently along his chest.

“Jesus Christ, V.” Johnny replied, making V smile. “Knowin’ you were wearing that all night just makes it even hotter.”

“Couldn’t wait to show you.”

“You can surprise me like that any time.”

“Gotta keep you on your toes somehow.”

There was a brief pause as their breathing regulated.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” V said quietly.

“Shoot.”

“When did you realize you like–when you–“

“When I had fallen for the dumbass’ head I was stuck inside?”

V laughed. “Yeah, that.”

“Knew when you told me you trusted me for the first time.” Johnny began, his tone decisive and honest. “You had no reason to. I’d been a total asshole to you. Gave you shit about everything, did everything in my power to distance myself from you emotionally. Push you away. But you saw through all my bullshit. You still trusted me and told me so. Never lied to me. Didn’t ask for anything in return. Could always tell you were bein’ honest. You had a look in your eyes, like you could see right through me. Everything I was trying to pretend I wasn’t feelin’ just fell apart. Couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Wanted you more than I wanted to fight it. Think I knew I loved you before, but didn’t admit it to myself until that day.”

“Oh Johnny…“ V said softly, his admission making more happy tears run down her face.

“What about you?” Johnny asked.

“Same thing in that I definitely loved you longer than I wanted to admit.” V said. “Tried to fight it because, before we found your body, I knew that if one of us lived the other one probably couldn’t. Couldn’t deal with the decision of falling in love with you and then losing you or dying. But one day when we were in–shit–in Dogtown of all places, it all fell apart. When I went to pick up that old payphone and I had no clue how to hold it, remember that? You smiled at me and did that little motion with your hand showing me how to hold the phone. Everything I had been feeling just broke open like a dam. I had tried so hard not to admit to myself how in love with you I was, but when you smiled that stupid smile at me and looked at me with those big brown eyes of yours, I knew I was so absolutely fucked.”

Johnny chuckled. “Never thought a payphone would be part of what won you over.”

V playfully shoved Johnny’s shoulder with hers. “Wasn’t just the phone. You’re…straightforward. Steadfast in your beliefs. Funny. Smart. I knew the cocky pain in the ass persona was just a front. You’re absolutely still a cocky pain in the ass don’t get me wrong, but I saw the good person under it all. Saw that you wanted to do the right thing. Always kept my spirits up in the most Johnny Silverhand sorta way. You just…give a damn. You actually, really, fuckin’ care. So few people do.”

There was a brief pause before V continued speaking.

“Always thought you were hot as fuck too. Your ass? Just–mwah–fantastic.”

Johnny laughed. “Never thought I’d meet my match but you’re sure as shit it, Valerie.”

“Couldn’t have chosen a better brain parasite, my Johnny.”

The couple smiled and cuddled up to each other in contented silence for a few minutes.

“Up for a bad movie and a nightcap?” Johnny said after a little while.

“Ugh, you really do get me.” V said with a laugh.

As thankful as the two of them always were for one another, their gratitude for the life they’d created with each other was stronger than ever that night.

Chapter Notes:

Spanish translations:

-Claro que sí: of course -Adiós: goodbye

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lumine-no-hikari · 4 months ago

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #215

Today is National Ice Cream Day at a place called Moxie's. Ever since the death of J's brother, Daniel, we've been making it a point to go every year. Why? Because ice cream and National Ice Cream Day were some of Daniel's favorite things. And doing this is a good way to remember him.

But first!!! Before I get into all that stuff!!! I wanted to tell you!!! Your new locket is ready. I finished it today. And I've put so much beautiful stuff in it, just for you. I can't wait for you to see it! I just hope that I'll get an opportunity to give it to someone who can give it to you. Hopefully that opportunity will arrive in a little over a week. We'll see. I'll do my best.

Anyhoot. So, while we were out and about, I took a bunch of pictures for you!

Here were the available flavors at Moxie's today:

...As you can see, it's A LOT of flavors. And usually, they have a very weird flavor at another part of the place, where you're supposed to taste it and guess what it is. This year's flavor felt familiar, but I couldn't place it. It was some kind of herby sort of thing, and it was delightful. Last year's flavor was garlic, and it was also VERY delightful, oh my goodness!

Yes, I imagine you might be thinking that garlic-flavored ice cream shouldn't work. But somehow they managed to find a way to make it work. I don't know how they did it, but it was amazing, and I'm a little sad that I can't get it anymore, ahahaha~!

...It is known that I am the cheese goblin. But I am also the garlic goblin!! Rarghablargablaarg! 🤪🤣

The flavors I got were butter pecan, Irish creme, and white wine sangria. And all of them were absolutely delectable!

Hey, Sephiroth? Which ice cream flavors would you have chosen? I wonder... Will you tell me someday, maybe?

Of course, since it's National Ice Cream Day, Moxie's had all kinds of other activities, too! They were mostly aimed for children, but still, I took some pictures...

...Hey, Sephiroth? Have you ever played with bubbles before? Wanna try it with me sometime? In my Early Childhood Education classes, they taught us how to make a soap and glycerin solution that lends itself well to particularly sturdy bubbles; it's a lot of fun!

There was a bouncy house, too! J and I are a little too big for this one, though. It's angled up because I didn't wanna accidentally get pictures of children; it's important to avoid that because in my world, it's dangerous for pictures of children to be on the internet for a variety of very sad reasons. But here:

There was also the folks with all the reptiles!! I got all kinds of pictures of them for you!!

J took a few pictures, too, ahahaha~!

I also took some more pictures of the sky; it was especially nice today:

Br can't eat ice cream at ice cream places because of cross contamination. So after this, J and I went to the grocery to try to get some ice cream for her! But she already had ice cream. So we got whipped cream instead, because she was running out. We chilled there for a short while:

And then we went home and I cooked some steak and mushrooms:

I wish I could give a bowl of what I made to you. It was really delicious.

Tomorrow, I'm going to try to get the music box notes arranged in Audacity. I want this song to be done before the first of August if at all possible. I don't know how far I'll get, but today I got some good news that I'm not gonna share just yet, and I'm feeling pretty pumped to get it done.

So I'm gonna go to bed. First because it's late, and second, because I wanna get my nightly period of semi-consciousness so that from my perspective, it seems like tomorrow will get here faster.

I love you. Please try hard to see the beauty in all the things I showed you. And please stay safe; you'll wanna hear this song when it's done!

I'll write again tomorrow. Count on it.

Your friend, Lumine

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spark-my-nature · 2 years ago

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Behind Closed Doors (Part 1) - DRW

I started working on a little something starring Mr. Joshua Michael, I swear, but the uncontrollable urge to write roommate Danny won in the end. This is gonna be a two-parter, just so that those who don't vibe with adult content can enjoy the fluff, and those that DO can proceed to part 2. Eat up, Danny lane!

Word count: 5.4K (Pt 1)

Summary: When your old roommate moves out, Danny takes her place. Secret feelings are bound to be discovered in such close quarters.

Warnings: None, really. Brief mention of alcohol, and a lot of tension and pining, but very fluffy.

Part 2 (Also linked at the end)

You remember how it felt in middle school, when the teacher called out the seating arrangement and you were assigned to the seat right beside your crush? The butterflies, the anxious sweating, the pounding of your heart. Any tiny interaction playing over and over again in your head, driving you insane. Something as mundane as borrowing an eraser becoming an endless loop that kept you up at night. All those feelings?

Now take that, and multiply it by twenty, and then imagine you live with your crush.

Your own personal hell began several months ago, you’d been decompressing at the Kiszka’s, spread out on a blanket in their backyard surrounded by drinks, music, food, drinks, a couple guitars, and more drinks. Ironically you’d just finished telling them how your roommate’s boyfriend had just proposed, lamenting that you’d need to find someone else to split the rent with by the end of the next month.

Just when you’d finished regaling your story of woe, the four of you turned at the sound of a car door shutting at the other side of the house. After a moment, and nobody had come to the backyard, you furrowed your brow.

“I’ll uhhh… go see who that is,” you muttered, rising and heading to the back door. You slipped inside, looking around and spotting Danny’s shoes kicked off at the other door. You let out a relieved sigh and stuck your head back out the door for a second. “It was just Danny,” you called, giving them a thumbs up. Sam gave you a smile of acknowledgement and you shut the door behind you.

Danny had a little fortress of his own in the basement of their house, born of necessity considering the number of nights he spent there. You figured that’s where he’d be hiding, though you were more worried about the why he was hiding.

You opened the ajar basement door, stepping down a few stairs before calling out, “Danny? You down here?” Too many incidents of not warning the Kiszkas had scarred your eyes permanently.

A soft, “Yea,” sounded from the softly lit room, and you proceeded down into the cool air. Danny was splayed out dejectedly across the folded open futon, limbs dangling off the edge. His head was hanging off the far end of it, so all you could see of his face was his sharp jaw and throat.

You took a second to clear your head of those thoughts, padding over to stand by his feet. You poked his shin gently, “Hey you,” you greeted with a small smile. Danny lifted his head up with a strained breath and gave you a crooked smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Hey, you.”

You picked up his calves and moved in under them to sit, laying them back across your lap. “Whatcha doin?” you smiled teasingly, stroking his shin absently.

Danny sighed and readjusted so his head was supported, folding his arms behind his head. In your peripheral you saw his happy trail peeking out from his risen shirt, but you didn’t dare look.

“I guess I needed to get away from home for a bit,” he said after a moment. You nodded, leaving it open for him to continue, which he did. “I love my parents. And Josie. So much.” You gave him a knowing smile. “But I think it’s time to get my own place,” he finished softly.

You looked down at his legs in your lap with a chuckle. “Wanna move in with me?” you joked.

Danny perked up, furrowing his brows. “What about Brianna?”

You flopped back dramatically. “She’s leaving the nest. Her stupid boyfriend gave her a stupid ring and now she’s moving into his stupid house with his stupid cute dogs,” you huffed. Danny laughed, “So you’re serious? You need a roommate?” He sat up fully, looking at you hopefully.

You looked over at him, giving him a slightly nervous smile. You hadn’t thought this through, the possibility that he would actually take you up on your offer. “Umm… Yeah. Yeah I do. I’ve never lived with a boy before,” you giggled.

Danny snickered, “I promise I won’t leave the seat up, I grew up with a sister, remember?”

You nodded and smiled wider, genuinely this time. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do this, let’s be roomies!” You beamed at him, and he returned your excited grin. He swung his legs off your lap and stood, quickly pulling you up into a bear hug. You were absolutely engulfed in his sweater, his soft nutty smell encasing you like his strong arms. Your heart rate doubled and you grinned shyly to yourself, hidden in his chest.

He swayed you back and forth playfully, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “It’s gonna be so fun, we can have movie nights every night, and make forts, and bake brownies at 3am, and have nerf fights,” he rambled, bouncing on the heels of his feet. You giggled and reluctantly pulled away, his excitement contagious. “You can move in anytime, Bri’s gone already, she offered to pay rent for next month though so she isn’t leaving me hanging.” You smirked up at him. “I say we don’t tell her until next month, but you move in now.”

Danny gasped dramatically, “Evil!” The astonished smile on his face told you he liked it, though.

Two and a half weeks later, and after six or seven trips in Josh’s jeep, Danny stood with you in the living room, cracking open a beer while you wait for the moving-day pizza to arrive.

You were looking at the labels on all his boxes, mentally mapping out an unpacking plan, but Danny had other ideas, apparently.

He looked up at you excitedly. “Show me your room! I didn’t get to see it last time,” he sipped from the bottle. You giggled, “That’s because I didn’t wanna scare you off before you signed a lease.” He snorted behind you as you led the way.

You stopped at your door, spinning to face him with a playful smirk, your hand on the knob behind your back. “If you laugh, I’ll switch the salt and sugar on you.” Danny leaned down with an equally mischievous grin, eye-level with you. He whispered, “Do your worst.”

You prayed he didn’t catch the way your breath hitched at his proximity. You quickly turned the knob and turned into your room before Danny could see your face flushing.

You definitely exaggerated the wildness of your room. Yes, you had a few too many plants, and yes you had a mild invasion of string lights and tapestries, and sure, an abundance of throw pillows, but your room was more cozy than crazy. Allowing Danny to wander around and take it in, you flicked on your string lights, thanking yourself for making your bed that morning.

Danny giggled over by your bookshelf and you spun around. He held a picture of you on his shoulders, your sophomore year of high school. You’d been celebrating after one of Danny’s games, his biggest fan since day one, and in a moment of adrenaline fueled joy, he’d grabbed you and thrown you over his shoulder, and one of your friends had snapped a picture.

“Tarzan and Jane,” you joked, coming up beside him. Danny glanced down at you, an unfamiliar twinkle in his eyes, but before you could name it, he was setting the picture back in place and pointing at your twilight books.

“Team Edward or Jacob?” he teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You laughed and rolled your eyes, “First of all, those are really old. Second of all, Jacob, duh!” You crossed your arms.

“Better not tell Jake that, might get the wrong idea,” Danny bumped his shoulder into you playfully, earning a giggle.

“Who says it’s the wrong idea? Have you seen those guitar fingers?” You countered with a smirk.

Danny’s jaw dropped and he let out a surprised chuckle. “Forget guitar fingers, drummer hands are where it’s at, babe,” he winked at you with a cheeky smile.

You giggled, flustered in spite of yourself. You looked down and picked up Danny’s hand before you could stop yourself, turning it palm up and running your thumb over his callouses. Danny watched you curiously, letting you examine his hands. Your mind began to catch up with your movements, and you got shy suddenly. Needing an out from the tension you’d created, you curled up each of his fingers except his middle one and held it up to him with a mischievous smile. Danny snorted and rolled his eyes, taking your hand in his.

You hoped your inner panic didn’t show on your face when he lined up the base of his hand with your small one, splaying out your fingers together. “Your hands are so small,” he noted with a gentle laugh, looking up at you. You stared at your hand pressed to his large one, forgetting how to form words for a moment. You tore your eyes away but they were pulled up to Danny’s warm gaze as he stood over you, close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him.

Suddenly breathless, you stepped away from him and cleared your throat, walking to the door. “Wanna unpack a few things before the pizza gets here?” you suggested, slightly breathier than usual. Danny followed behind you, thankfully not mentioning your weird behavior if he noticed. Just before he crossed the threshold, he squinted at you with a raised eyebrow, backpedaling and looking behind your bedroom door. He barked out a laugh and you furrowed your brow concerned, not remembering what was tacked to the door. Danny reappeared and walked out past you into the main room. “Nice poster, roomie,” he snickered. You peered behind your door and groaned, the nearly life-size poster of the four boys taking up nearly the entire door, ‘GRETA VAN FLEET’ printed in their gold font along the bottom.

You laughed and followed him out. “Oh yeah, found that poster in the dumpster out back. You ever heard of them?”

Danny smirked, leaning on the counter. “Oh, maybe, isn’t the singer like three feet tall?”

You snorted, “Yeah, and I think the bassist is allergic to shoes.” Danny nodded, continuing the joke, “Not sure about their drummer though, he’s more of a mystery.” You looked over and met Danny’s eyes, biting your lip and looking back down shyly.

“I dunno, he seems pretty sweet to me.” You shuffled your feet on the kitchen floor, grinning at your shoes.

“Oh yeah?” Danny pried.

“Yeah, he looks like a wild stallion, but he’s a big ol’ teddy bear underneath,” you smiled wider, still not meeting his eyes.

Danny didn’t say anything for a second, and worried you took it too far, you finally met his stare. He didn’t look offended, just gently curious. Letting out a soft hum of acknowledgement, he took a sip of beer. Your mind raced under his watchful gaze, until a knock on the door signified the pizza’s arrival, cutting the tension.

You spent the rest of the afternoon eating pizza and unpacking, making fun of Danny’s golf paraphernalia, and getting increasingly inebriated on cheap beer, and thoroughly enjoying your first day as roommates.

That night, after the laughter had faded and you’d said your goodnights, you lay awake under the galaxy of twinkling lights strung around your ceiling, willing your feelings for Danny to fade away.

Several weeks later, you were regretful to report that no, they had not faded. In fact, they had multiplied like bunnies and you were head over heels in love with your best friend and roommate.

Bunny. Sweeping under Danny’s bed one day, you coughed and sneezed from the dusty air billowing from the broom. Danny leaned on the doorframe, playfully sipping his juice and watching you struggle. “Any goods down there?”

You wiggled out from under his bed, not catching the way his eyes followed your ass. “No,” you huffed, panting as you straightened up on your knees. “Just your army of dust bunnies. You planning to invade Poland?” you said, interrupted by another sneeze.

Danny laughed, shrugging. “Nah, not a big fan of Poland. Now Canada, that would be an asset. So much maple syrup,” he sighed, dramatically wistful. You snickered and emptied the dustpan into his trash. Danny’s sweet tooth, another endearing trait of his to add to the growing list.

You walked up to him, broom in hand, and stuck your tongue out at him as you pushed past to go back to your room. “Last time I clean your room for you, bunny,” you called, letting a silly smile spread across your face once your back was to him. As he flopped on his newly remade bed, sheets clean and spritzed with your homemade lavender spray ‘to help him sleep,’ as you said, he had a similar goofy expression.

“Bunny?” he whispered to himself, a light blush colouring his cheeks.

That was where your little nickname for him originated. You were careful to only call him that when it was just the two of you. You didn’t want the boys getting the wrong idea, or teasing him about it. It was just a silly, meaningless nickname. Friends use nicknames all the time, right? It didn’t mean anything that it made your heart flutter every time he smiled at you with that sweet, beaming smile every time you used it.

Months of this sweet torture only made your feelings for Danny easier to hide, but certainly not weaker. The only person you had told was Josh, and not by choice. He’d put two and two together on his own, and it was confirmed when you slipped up one day. You’d been jokingly complaining about making Danny’s bed for him when Josh held up a hand to pause you. “You make his bed for him?” he chuckled incredulously. You furrowed your brow, “Yeah, so what?” Josh bucked his eyes at you. “He’s a grown man, why doesn’t he do it himself?” You shrugged, “We have a deal, he bakes those muffins with the bananas and chocolate chips, cause he knows I love them and he makes them just right, and I make his bed because he likes the way I do it, yknow, I spritz the lavender spray on his sheets and his pillow cases, and I arrange his pillows all nice-“ you stopped yourself at Josh’s strange stare. “What,” you said quietly.

Josh just chuckled and shook his head. “Oh, nothing, I’m just wondering when the wedding is so I can plan your gifts, is all.”

You blushed, sputtering. “We aren’t- No, it isn’t- he doesn’t- it’s not like that,” you finished weakly.

Josh snorted, “Okay,” sounding entirely unconvinced. You furrowed your brow, “Why do you say that?”

Josh shifted, bringing his knees up to his chest on the floor where you sat. “Honey, you think I don’t know you like him?” Your eyes widened, and he smiled gently at your realization.

“You didn’t say anything! Oh God, does Danny know?” you grabbed his arm and shook it panicked. Josh laughed as you jostled him, “Hey, woah, relax, no he doesn’t. Or at least, nobody told him. I don’t think he would’ve figured it out though, you kinda gotta spell it out for him with these things,” Josh pondered.

You let out a breath of relief and hung your head to stare at your lap. Josh smiled when your voice sounded from within your fortress of hair, “What do I do, Josh?”

He nudged your shoulder with his elbow gently. “That is entirely up to you, mama.”

You whined petulantly. “That doesn’t help at all,” you chuckled humourlessly.

With a reassuring stroke of his hand across your back, Josh assured, “Danny loves you. Romantically or not, he does. No matter what you decide to do, he’s not going anywhere. It seems what it comes down to, is how much longer can you go on the way you are?”

You sighed and lifted your head up, looking at the ceiling. “Yeah, you’re right. As usual,” you turned and smirked at him at the last part, which he beamed his big cheesy Josh smile at.

“Y’know, I think he does like you too…” Josh admitted. You pointed at him threateningly, “Joshua Michael, if you don’t tell me everything-“

Josh batted your hand away with a laugh. “Hey, there’s a thing called Bro-code, missy. Besides, he never said anything to me, its just the way he looks at you.”

You felt your stomach flip. “How does he look at me?” Josh smiled knowingly. “Like Jack looked at Rose, mama.”

That conversation always made its way into your mind when you laid awake.

One Saturday morning, you awoke to an empty apartment. There was a scribble on the whiteboard you kept on the fridge, which you deciphered as “gone to store, be back soon – D” He had drawn a little smiley face by his initial. You smiled to yourself and made a coffee. After you’d finished your coffee and one of Danny’s heavenly muffins, you remembered you still had some of his laundry in your room. It got mixed in with yours, and you’d folded it but forgotten to give it back. You grabbed his pile of clothes off your dresser and went to Danny’s door, creaking it open. You bit your lip, looking behind you, as though Danny might show up and catch you… doing what? Returning his clothes? You shook your head at yourself and went inside walking to his bed. You set the clothes down on the edge of his bed and took a brief glance around. Your eyes landed on his desk, which was in it’s normal state of disaster. Pens and coloured pencils discarded everywhere, his sketchbook laying open, face-down to hold his page. You decided you’d tidy it for him, half a nice gesture and half because you couldn’t stand the messiness. You began picking up his pencils, flipping them all the same direction before setting them in his cup. You set his erasers and pens back in their place as well, and you picked up his sketchbook, swiping your hand over the desk to flick off the eraser rubbings and charcoal dust. As you looked around for a bookmark, the page caught your eye, and you almost dropped the book. Your eyes widened and your jaw hung open.

It was a portrait of you.

Danny had drawn you. He’d meticulously sketched flowers into your hair, a few curly stray strands cascading over your closed eyes. Your lashes fanned across the tops of your carefully freckled cheeks, separated by your blushy-button nose. He’d obviously spent the most time on your lips, though, the detail astounding. Little highlights and shadows creating a stunning 3D, nearly wet looking shiny effect. The soft cupids bow dipping perfectly in the middle, all framed by wispy untamed hair that seemed to blow in the breeze.

You stared at the page for a while. Longer than you probably realized. You felt like you were going to throw up, the way your stomach flipped over and over.

Danny saw you like this? This was how you looked, in his eyes? You brought a hand up over your mouth, unable to comprehend what this meant.

Something inside you urged you to see what else he’d drawn, and so you carefully flipped to the first page. It was actually dated, and you figured it was done around the time he graduated high school. You didn’t know he drew back then, although clearly his skills had improved since. The drawing itself was of an acoustic guitar, the proportions and shading a little off, but still impressive for a twelfth-grade boy. You smiled fondly and turned the page. Another guitar, this time looking down the neck. Interesting angle, you thought, flipping through. There were a couple guitars, a bass, a snare drum with sticks resting across the head. Then he branched off from instruments; a dog, a little bird, a dragon. You giggled at that one, the little nerd. Then a human eye, or rather several. Some more detailed than others, the more he drew the more of the full face he included. One page he’d drawn a woman’s body. It was clearly naked, but he hadn’t drawn any details around the chest area, making you smile wide, knowing how shy he was then, and still is. The next page was a man and a woman, holding hands. Then two profiles kissing, left mostly unfinished except the outline of their faces.

The next page was clearly after a long break, Danny’s style much different and more skilled. He’d drawn a hand holding a little flower, a cute drawing at surface level. But you noticed one little detail that made it all the more meaningful. He’d added a ring on the middle finger, immaculately detailed beyond any doubt, the same ring that you were currently wearing on your right hand. It was unmistakeable, lightly engraved vines and roses around the band, and a single pale pink tourmaline stone signifying your grandmother’s October birthday.

Impatiently you turned the page again, needing to know more. Next was a stunning self portrait. You looked at Danny through a mirror, from his own perspective. It was haunting, and as skilled as he was, the drawing couldn’t hold a candle to his beauty in real life.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for the next page though.

Danny had taken your daydream right out of your head and put it on paper. It was him, and you. Kissing. He’d drawn himself holding you in a dip, as though finishing a dance, his lips on yours with a slight upward curl, your own little smile matching. His hand supported your head, the other wrapped around your waist. Your hands clutched at his biceps, one leg in the air with your dress flared out with it.

Your eyes kept circling back to the way he’d drawn your kiss. His lips so perfectly melded to yours, with his lips on your bottom lip. You absently noted that he was a bottom lip kisser, and your fingers brushed across your lips as you imagined it.

Danny’s keys in the door snapped you out of your stupor like a bucket of ice water. You closed the book and set it on his desk before scrambling out of his room. You’d just closed your door behind you when you heard the main door swing open. You sunk down with your back against the wood, letting a long, shaky breath out as you curled into yourself. You ran your fingers through your hair, mind racing. Outside, Danny hummed to himself, setting down bags and kicking his shoes off. You briefly hoped he might think you were still asleep, until you remembered the laundry on his bed, and your coffee cup in the sink.

“Honey, I’m home,” he called jokingly, making you giggle and roll your eyes despite the eruption of butterflies.

You pulled yourself up and shook your head to clear it, then opened the door and smiled as you padded out. “Hiya, Bunny,” you fidgeted with the hem of your shirt. He looked so… boyfriend material today, it didn’t help your case at all. His hair was tied into a half bun, curls framing his face, and a cuddly-looking sweater hugging his broad frame. He turned from the open cabinet and smiled at you. You weren’t sure if your mind was playing tricks on you, but you swore his eyes twinkled a little brighter when they landed on you.

“Have you eaten yet? I got smoothies,” he pointed at the tray on the table.

“Uh, not really, just a muffin.” He handed you the cup, and you let your fingers brush against his. If you weren’t watching so closely, you would’ve missed the way he inhaled a little sharper than usual. Recovering quickly, he smiled playfully. “I’m gonna start calling you muffin, you eat so many of them you’re gonna turn into one,” he teased. You giggled up at him, “Bunny and Muffin, that sounds like an acid trip fueled kids book.”

Danny’s eyes lingered on your smile for a moment longer before he turned back to keep putting the groceries away. “We’d sell out, it’d make the New York Times,” he proclaimed. You bit your lip shyly, his shirt riding up as he reached exposing a sliver of his toned torso. “Definitely,” you confirmed softly.

Closing the cupboard, Danny glanced at you. “You okay over there, muffin?” he smiled crookedly. You blushed and nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Danny looked like he didn’t quite believe you but he left it alone with a nod.

“Thanks for the smoothie,” you said returning to your room.

“No problem,” he answered as your door closed.

You sat atop your bed and drank the sweet blend of fruits and yogurt. Oddly, you felt less nervous than you did before. Certainly not any less excited or eager to be around your roommate, but the feeling of impending doom was gone. Beyond your bedroom door you heard Danny enter his room beside yours, then drawers opening, presumably putting away his laundry. Then silence.

Realization struck, that you’d cleaned his desk, and therefore had touched his sketchbook. You chewed on your lip nervously, knowing that Danny’s mind was probably racing on the other side of the wall, wondering if you’d seen the contents of his book. The silence was deafening for several minutes, and then you heard Danny’s footsteps approaching your door. Quickly, you picked up a book and pretended to read as Danny knocked.

“Yeah?” you called nonchalantly. Danny opened the door, staying frozen in the doorframe. You glanced up from your book, and you swallowed at the look on his face. He looked simultaneously terrified and cheeky somehow.

“What’s up?” you asked casually. Danny lifted his arms up, gripping the top of the doorframe casually and leaning, his arms flexing and his happy trail saying hello under the ridden-up shirt. Your mouth felt dry as you drank him in.

“You were in my room,” he spoke with a teasing, low tone. You smirked. “Yes Danny, your shirts don’t fit me quite right so I gave them back.”

Danny cocked his head and raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk teasing at his lips. “You cleaned my desk, too.” He let go of the door frame and stepped into your room casually, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. You watched him wander into your space, enjoying his matter-of-fact tone way more than you should.

“Um… Yeah, it was messy as hell, you’re welcome,” you teased, nerves leaking into your tone. Danny came to rest at the foot of your bed, and he leaned forward over it, gripping the footboard casually. His big hands supported his weight as his gaze trailed up your bed to meet your eyes.

“You look in the sketchbook?” He finally asked, vulnerability finally cracking his cocky fa��ade.

You let out nervous breath, swallowing under his intense, searching gaze. “I did, yeah,” you muttered.

Danny nodded once. “And?” he questioned.

You knew damn well what he was asking. He wanted to know where you stood, if you were weirded out, if he’d overstepped, any clue as to how you felt. Instead, you prolonged his torture. “You’re very talented. Nice shading, very realistic,” you praised.

Danny’s eyes narrowed at you, saying nothing. You could hardly breathe, the tension in the air was so thick, but you returned his stubborn stare, raising an eyebrow, daring him to make the first move.

A silent war was waged, but ultimately Danny caved first. He broke eye contact, straightening up at the foot of the bed. At first you worried he was leaving, but then he brought his knee up and crawled on the bed. You met his eyes again once he sat on his feet, his knees brushing against your legs. You leaned up on your hands, leveling with him wordlessly. Danny eyed your face for a moment before he spoke lowly and calmly.

“You and I both know what you saw. If you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine, I’ll pretend this never happened,” he swallowed, meeting your eyes intensely. “But I think you do.”

You blushed and a small nervous smile curled your lips. You bit your lip, your eyes dipping to Danny’s parted lips before returning to his burning gaze. Danny watched it happen, and silently, tentatively, he reached his hand up and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You held your breath, leaning into his touch, and he cupped your cheek gently.

Time moved in slow motion. Danny’s warm, mossy brown eyes flickered back and forth between yours searchingly, and you looked down at his lips again. You leaned in the smallest amount, feeling too nervous to initiate any further. Danny’s eyes dipped down to your lips as well, and he leaned in the rest of the way, tilting his head as he went. Your eyes fluttered shut and then, everything else disappeared except you and Danny as you felt his lips press to yours, so warm and gentle, in the most electric kiss you’d ever had.

You tilted your head further, molding your mouth to his more firmly. His lips moved against yours exploratively as the kiss deepened. Your hand found its way blindly up to Danny’s hair, slipping your fingers through his curls and pulling him into you. Danny reciprocated, his hand running from your cheek back into your hair, lovingly holding your head as the kiss turned more heated.

He ever-so-softly traced his tongue along your bottom lip, making you sigh and giving him entry to meet your tongue with his. They slipped together in a shy ‘hello’, and you whimpered quietly against his mouth.

He pulled back at the sound, fluttering his eyes open as he panted softly. You looked into his eyes shyly, and you both smiled bashfully in sync, then breaking into breathless giggles.

Danny’s eyes never left your face, his hand still cradling your head, meanwhile you ran your fingers down the length of his curls, twirling a strand around your finger.

You whispered, “I do. Like you, I mean.” Danny smiled wide, bringing his other hand up to cup your cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since sophomore year,” he admitted quietly, a shy laugh following his confession. You giggled softly, “Well we’re both stupid, ‘cause I did too.” Danny’s face morphed into surprise and resignation. “You mean I’ve been harbouring a crush on you for…” he counted in his head quickly, “7 years, and the whole time you liked me back?” He shook his head incredulously. “Unbelievable.”

You laughed and blushed, still processing everything, and thoroughly enjoying hearing him finally say it outright. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to lay beside you. You brushed his curls away from his face, just drinking in his beauty, finally able to appreciate him up close. He seemed to be doing the same, those hazel eyes memorizing your features.

“I think we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for,” you whispered playfully, leaning closer. Danny’s soft smile took your breath away, and he hummed in agreement, closing the distance again. This time the kiss felt more comfortable, more of synchronized dance. One hand came to rest on Danny’s warm chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath the sweater he wore. Danny snuck a hand around your middle, resting on your back and pulling your body against his. You moaned quietly, and pulled back breathlessly.

“I-I’m sorry,” Danny let go of you. You shook your head quickly, “No, no,” you smiled bashfully, “I liked it, I did. Too much.” You blushed and bit your lip. Danny smirked slowly, “Ohh. Gotcha,” he winked, pecking your nose.

You missed him immediately when he sat up, getting off your bed. He extended a hand to you with a gentle smile, and for the fiftieth time, you felt your heart skip a beat. You took his hand, letting him guide you up and out of your room.

“What are we doing, bunny?” you smiled.

He looked back at you matter of factly, squeezing your hand. “I’m taking you on a date.”

You giggled, feeling giddy. “Aren’t you supposed to ask me first?”

Danny pulled on his boots, handing you your shoes. “You didn’t ask before you went digging in my sketchbook,” he countered.

You nodded, “true, but I can’t be sorry when it turned out like this.” Danny straightened, shoes on. “Me too,” he smiled, lacing your fingers with his. “Now c’mon, I wanna woo you properly.”

You giggled at his word choice, then grabbed your purse and followed him out the door.

*****PART 2*****

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notquitejiraiya · 1 year ago

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8 YEARS

Last year, I wrote my first yearly recap after having been inspired by a tradition set by the wonderful @unioncolours each year. That recap contained an array of fics and thoughts and inspirations after the insane year for me that was 2022. It was a huge year for me in terms of many things. Shortly after my last recap, I got a master’s degree and officially became an engineer, something that honestly spurred on my creative drive. While studying for that degree, I had my coolest year of writing in a while: as you know from the last recap, if you read it, I wrote 9/10, Love Means Nothing (which, yes, will be finished in time, don’t worry), and most importantly, I wrote Strangers.

Most importantly, I say, because the entirety of 2023 would ultimately hinge upon what Strangers began. But that is something we’ll come to in time.

Be warned, this will be long, but if you'd like to read about my last year, please do keep reading below :)

Before we begin with the majority of this essay, I wanna give a shoutout to the lost soul of the year that is Traditions. It wasn’t long and it wasn’t hugely exciting, but it kickstarted this year in terms of fic posting, even if only on Tumblr, and it was a cute one. I always love a little challenge like those from a gift exchange, and it’s always nice to give a gift. I hope it was nice to read, too!

But, starting on the meaty stuff, I think it’s important that I address the two constants throughout the history of this blog. The first, which comes as no surprise to any, is ShikaTema: the most important ship to ever exist, to me, and the heart of some of the most wonderful experiences I’ve had throughout my fandom life. The second constant is a topic explored in a lot of Shikamaru-based content across the fandom and one that I will never tire of.

That second constant is chess.

The game of chess is something very special to me. The first day I met my partner, we played chess against one another for hours (and I lost - the only time he’s beaten me, actually). My best friend, who introduced us that day, gave me a rook keyring that I have kept on my house keys ever since, whether I’ve lived in my home town, another city, or now even in another country entirely. My favourite musical - one of the things I connect to my father best with - centres around chess, its politics, and its capacity for obsession. And probably the most important fic on this blog to date obviously takes its name from the game.

I have no doubt that most people who follow me, especially those of you here on Tumblr, discovered my writing as a result of Chess, either by reading it or maybe through the incredible art which that fic was lucky enough to receive. It was so special and personal to me to write, and while it’s certainly no longer my best work as an author, I’m still immensely proud and pleased with how it resonated with people. I think, so far, it is the most beloved thing I’ve written, at least to others.

But something that always bothered me about Chess was how little chess there actually was in it. Sure, there were a couple of scenes where chess was played, but there was more flower arranging and fish and chips than there was time sitting across a chessboard. It felt almost like a wasted opportunity to write about Shikamaru being a chess whizz and doing next to nothing with the skill. I couldn’t let the idea die. In many of my older stories — Tumblr-only stories — Shikamaru plays chess (or shogi) or inspires Shikadai or Temari to do the same. But nowadays, it feels like it has all been leading up to right now and to the monster that 2023 has birthed.

When I came to write Strangers in 2022, an idea came to me as just a little easter egg. That idea was that, in the Strangers universe, Temari’s husband would be a world-class chess player, and she, too, would have an equally worldwide job. It sort of naturally followed that Temari, too, could be a chess player; what she might lack in terms of natural strategic prowess, she more than makes up for in drive and ruthlessness, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about chess players in my life, it’s that they hate to lose. Temari 101, methinks. As I made my way through writing Strangers, that fact nipped at my brain tirelessly until, before I knew it, I had a 30k outline and, by association, a goal for what 2023 would be for me as a writer.

2023 would be the year of Grandmaster.

I’ve always been more of a character writer than a plot writer. I think perhaps that’s one of the reasons I’m drawn to writing AUs over canon works; to me, while writing, it’s more interesting to explore how an existing character would behave in a totally alien environment to their canon one, and Grandmaster is this year’s attempt at that.

I mention this because, while I call Grandmaster (GM) a ShikaTema fic, it is, first and foremost, a fic about Temari. Shikamaru is there — of course, he is — and he plays a crucial role in so many of the elements of her life within the story. But the story is unequivocally hers. We see what Temari sees, focus on what Temari focuses on, suffer through Temari’s delusions of her own self-importance, and feel the weight of the expectations put upon her. It’s an exploration of the weight of ambition that’s not necessarily your own, and it has gutted me to write more than Chess ever did.

I don’t have enough delusion of my own self-importance to yet write and publish an essay on this story, why I’ve written it, and how it feels to write it, but there are a few points that I have to voice in this yearly reflection because they’re so crucial to my last year as a writer and online.

You will hear me sing the praises of my friend Bex to the ends of the Earth. While we share a name, we have very different approaches to writing, and we often tell quite different stories, but she is truly responsible for inspiring me to write Temari-centric stories. 100%. If you are reading this and somehow haven't read what I truly consider to be the greatest ShikaTema fic of all time (no one cries for unknown soldiers), follow that link, read it right now, and then come back a changed individual. And you will be changed, I promise, because it changed me on an almost chemical level with its power. Everything you write, Bex, has that power, and it is extraordinary and frankly terrifying in the most incredible way.

I had already started GM by the time you began releasing When I am Gorgeous, but holy fuck, if that didn’t spur me on. The character growth and arcs in those stories are something to behold and something I strive for. With that in mind, the first point of this writing reflection is a thank you to Bex specifically, without whom I wouldn’t have had nearly as much fun writing as I’ve had this last year, and I wouldn’t be sitting where I’m sitting as I write this. So thank you - a hundred times over and more. I am honoured to share a corner of the internet (and a name) with you, my ‘rival’. Thank you.

The second point is another thank you. This time to @clumsydragon28, who is again a dear friend and without whom GM wouldn’t be what it is. From support in DMs to insane and phenomenal essay-like analysis in comment sections, you are outrageously inspiring to em and others and there aren’t words for my gratitude for that. But, as you already know, there are elements of GM and what is to come after GM that exist only because of you and your own beautiful writing and stories. I will refrain from spoiling the joys of the latter chapters of Plié — another absolute must-read where the love and joy of an art form ooze from every word and captivate you with their wholesomeness and beauty — but it helped me find the missing piece at the end of GM that lets me tie it up with a bow, and ultimately set into motion the fic that will follow. I can’t thank you enough, truly, but thank you.

Having thanked those who frankly made it happen, I’ll get on with the writing-specific stuff. No spoilers, but it will be a little self-indulgent so bear with me.

I’ll start with something kind of trivial. GM is my first real time writing OCs in a fanfic as more than a passing reference. It doesn’t have many because I like to bring in canon characters where applicable. But sometimes that’s not viable, and I’m not about to force some character into a hole they don’t fit into because I hate when other people do that, so Danya and Mischa kind of had to happen. And I’ve had a really fun time writing them. It’s not uploaded yet, but there’s a chapter coming soon that’s quite focused around Mischa, and I think it’s some of my best writing in the whole story, and so GM has kind of gotten me over my fear of OCs. Nobody’s complained about their existence, and they’ve made the story more complete. A lesson learned, for sure.

Secondly, it’s no secret that I really like Rasa. Do I think he’s a wanker? Yes. Do I think hating him for what happened canonically is valid? Also, yes. Do I think that there’s nuance to his character that is often disregarded or forgotten? Absolutely. And, as a result of that, do I think he’s criminally underutilised in fics? Fuck yeah, I do.

So GM has a lot of Rasa. More than I initially intended when I began writing it, actually. He’s there pretty much all the time — if he’s not in the scene, he’s probably influencing what’s going on in it either directly or via years of impressionable behaviours. And it’s been really interesting to write that. Challenging, for sure, because I have to keep in line with all the relationships set out in Strangers and realistically make them come to a head where they do. And challenging in the sense that it doesn’t feel good to write some of the things that Rasa has to say in this story.

There have been a few times in my 8 years as a fanfic author where I’ve written something and actually felt violently emotional after having done so, but GM has given me a fair few of those moments, specifically as a result of Rasa. I won’t say which moments they are, partly because the expectation of how one is ‘supposed’ to feel consuming anything takes away the authenticity, I feel, but I wonder if when people read his dialogue in certain chapters — some already up, and some soon to come — they will feel the same as I did writing them. It’s an interesting thought I’ve never had the opportunity or time to really consider until GM, and one I am sure I will consider more going forward.

Speaking of Rasa and the link in relationships, I don’t know if I’ve even officially said in this recap that GM is the prequel to Strangers. I’ve never written a prequel before, but it’s a unique experience. It’s like working from the end to the beginning; it feels wrong and yet makes perfect sense. Keeping the sibling relationships in line with Strangers is really fun, honestly. Writing that fic, I had little opportunity to just write the three of them having fun or being loving in traditional ways, and I had zero opportunity to utilise Yashamaru.

Writing this fic, Yashamaru has been everywhere, and he has become one of my most beloved characters.

I have nothing else to say on that, I just wanted to give it it’s own line. He’s played a big part of warming my hear this year, and I love him.

Finally, I feel like this fic has really brought out the introspective beast within me. Introspection has always been my forte, but it’s really taken the reins this time. In some ways, I’m quite annoyed with myself for it and for being word and long-winded. I’ve always had the biggest respect for those who can say what they want to say concisely, and I have never been one of those people.

That’s the goal for the 9th year of notquitejiraiya, for sure, and I plan to do so with a fic in the same universe as has captivated me these last 2 years, this time with the focus on Shikadai. Shikadai will be a new challenge for me, too, especially a grown up Shikadai, and I'm excited to try and tell his story, concisely and without even half the discontentment present in both GM and Strangers lol. We deserve some cheerfulness and range here at NQJ Ltd.

But at the same time, I’m proud of the way I write and the way I express myself and the characters within my story. I think I’m quite good at following a train of thought in a realistic way — not quite to the level of my idol, Mr Alex Garland, but I’ve time to learn — and by being Temari-centric, GM has let me into Temari’s head and let me run havoc her thoughts. I’ve received multiple comments on GM about how it’s somewhat frustrating not to have Shikamaru’s point of view, and while I get why: no thanks.

This is Temari’s story. There will be some moments we see through other’s eyes, certainly, but I’m of the opinion that if we saw both sides of GM, it would be far more frustrating. This story will span ten years and for me, it’s an exercise in writing someone piecing together parts of their life during that time into something worth living and figuring things out as they go. In life, while you might get to hear what the people around you think from what they say and how they act, you don’t get the privilege of seeing inside their heads. Neither does Temari, and by association, neither do you. I hope it pays off in the end; I’ll be proud regardless.

But enough about Becks the writer. Something pretty insane happened for Becks the human being last month, something that she’s not completely over. I live in Finland now. I’m learning Finnish, and I’m on Master’s degree number 2 (yes, I am addicted to learning, do not judge me). I have, frankly, no time to write, but am I going to do it anyway? Of course I am. I can’t stop myself, even if I tried. Not to mention, the pressure of my first MSc gave me Strangers, and I’m not going to resist if the 2nd brings on something equally fun.

Another constant this year for Becks the human, that I am certain my friends must be sick and tired of, is The Brothers Karamazov. I bought myself that book as a treat for finishing my exams in 2022 and have been slowly chugging through it for the last year. I’m sure it comes as no surprise with my wordy introspective tendencies that I love a classic, and I think it’s quite fun that I’ve somewhat accidentally aligned reading this particular classic alongside falling into the Bungo Stray Dogs fandom and, even more fun, aligned with writing GM. Two wildly different stories of trios of Russian siblings. These trios – they follow me around, I swear! But jokes aside, I have only 98 pages left of this almost 1000 page beast, and it feels like the end of an era. Never in my life have I seen characters as humans more effectively, and never have I felt more inspired to make sure the characters that I write appear human, too.

But like I say, being wordy is my weakness. The evidence is in this almost 3k ramble alone. There are so many more things I could say, and maybe once I’ve finished GM and it’s all published and tied up with a bow, I might share those thoughts, too.

But for now, I must say thank you to the 8th notquitejiraiya year for being so memorable, despite my blog and my ao3 page having ‘little’ to show for it by way of variety. The 9th year will be a good one, I’m sure, and I enter it with incredible friends — authors and otherwise — and the will (of fire) to improve.

And become more concise. That’s job no1.

Thank you all for playing a part in the last 8 years, whether we’re close or we’ve never spoken. Your time means the world, and I hope you have an incredible day / night / life.

Becks x

#8 years #holy mother of #how has it been 8 years #thanks for sticking around #heres to hoping year 9 is a banger

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