#btw did i ever tell you ily if not here's another reminder that i do

[onlyseokmins]

imagine if cheol being late at home and being punish by f/reader.

Since it was just his birthday and I think this fits the slip, I jumped ahead and did this first 😜 partially draws inspiration from @livjeonghan's super hot headcanon here but this is def not as soft or good as what livvie had laid out hdkskala and shout out to my cheol thots @bitchlessdino and @wonwussy for the input :3 ALSO tagging @husbandcheol and @happysmilebtr and miss @onlymingyus for no reason except it's Mr Scoups anyways this got longer than I thought but uh. hope y'all enjoy🤭

The darkened entrance to your shared apartment has Seungcheol breathing out a sigh of relief as he quietly shuts the door. It's much too early to celebrate though, because when he flips on the light and turns around, you're sitting on the couch with a frown on your lovely face.

"Why are you awake?" He gently reproaches as if he hadn't just let out an unflattering shriek of surprise. "It's late, love."

"It is late," you confirm and Seungcheol has to fight the inner battle of not staring at how good your tits look pushed up under your crossed arms. This is a serious situation. But it's not his fault with how much he misses you. Well — maybe it is. "Why is it that you are coming home at this hour?"

"Ah, I apologize, baby. You know how work ge — "

"Seungcheol."

There is no venom in your tone when you interrupt him firmly. Just flat disappointment. And maybe that makes his heart sink deeper. You're not the type of person to throw a tantrum with fiery fits of rage. Instead, it's a cold displeasure — enough to make even the temperature drop and a chill travel up a person's spine.

You're not worried about an affair. You know your husband is faithful beyond measure and that he's just as dedicated to his work as he is to you. Likewise, you're occupied managing your own workload which meant the two of you had both made the effort to dedicate a timeslot to celebrate Seungcheol's special day.

That was supposed to start six hours ago.

"Not even a phone call? A text?" You continue, gesturing towards the dining table filled with a delicious cuisine from his favorite restaurant. "I was worried something serious happened to you! Thanks to Jeonghan, at least I knew you were still alive."

"Baby, I'm so sorry — "

"You should be. For yourself. Seems like the birthday boy gets a punishment rather than the reward he originally deserved."

Your husband lets you take him by the hand and push on his shoulders so he's seated on the couch. Eyebrows raised when you lean forward, the silken bathrobe parting perfectly at the top to display your cleavage. He grunts as you fuss with his belt buckle, manicured hands wandering and brushing against his dick — which was by no means coincidental.

"I thought this was a punishment?"

"Oh, it is." When you've finally taken off his leather belt, it dangles from your pointer finger before you let it drop to the floor. "Especially if I have to use this. So, make sure you keep your hands where they are."

"Fuck, you serious?" Seungcheol curses, not only because of your command but more so when you untie your outer garment just enough so he can see what's underneath.

Contrary to what people believe, although his signature colors are reds and blacks, the dirty secret you share as a couple is that he loves the color white — especially if you're the one wearing it. Some might point to how angelic it makes you look, the innocent contrast of lacy material wrapping your body in a desirable way only to be obscenely torn off for sinful acts.

That may be true but you know for a fact he gets a kick out of turning the ivory fabric translucent — with your wetness, his saliva, or a mix of either of your releases.

Although tonight's "gift" was meant to be different. Seungcheol licks his lips when he sees your exposed nipples and glistening cunt. It's a skimpy lingerie set, simply made for fucking. The attire lacks any sense of modesty and fails to hide a thing from curious eyes — the stockings attached to the garter belt and the shield of your short bathrobe the most coverage on your body.

"Could've had your way with me immediately. Would've had full access to this pussy the minute you stepped in the door. Slid in and slammed me right against the wall — at the table, on the counter, in the bathroom."

Your husband clenches his jaw in regret, fingers digging into his thighs at your words as he tries to will his mind not to think about such a scenario.

"Would've been all your choice, lover boy. Was ready to be your perfect little fuck toy for your birthday, let you do whatever you wanted with me." You pout in fake disappointment and lightly circle your nipples. "But work was just too important."

"No, I — "

"Your baby girl waited for so long. All by herself." Another curse leaves Seungcheol's mouth when you pull out something familiar from the pocket of your robe. Red, black, and hard. You turn it over in your palms as if you've never seen it before. "Oh, this silly thing? Yeah, my boyfriend bought it. You see, back then we had to do a little training prep because he has such a big dick," you let out a hiss as you glide it between your folds for lubrication, "just didn't know he could be one, too."

The man in question is blabbering apologies as the upcoming punishment clicks in his brain.

"No, no, no! Baby, God, baby please don't do this to me."

If there was one thing your partner hated, it was not being able to touch you. Even when you pleasured yourself, it had to be on his lap or where he could easily slide a hand down to rub at your clit, lick the slick off your fingers or folds, and at the very least — brush the hair behind your ears as you cum, trembling in the hold of his strong arms.

But now, you stand way out of reach in front of him. Breathy grunts leave your pretty lips as you ease the large dildo inside of your tight cunt and forbid him to move, touch you, or himself.

It's torture.

At least you're allowing him to make noises for now and Seungcheol moans the same time you do when the toy is finally nestled fully within you.

The dildo is indeed somewhat special. It's big enough to nudge gently at your sweet spot and has the right amount of girth to stretch you to take Seungcheol's cock easier. You occasionally still use it years later, especially in times when you're lonely. Unfortunately, it's nowhere near the warm feeling of a real dick — plus it's not attached to the man you love. But it's enough to put on a show and you know that he's suffering when his hands fly to his face in desperation, squeezing his eyes shut.

"C'mon, love. Look at me. Look at how greedy this pussy is, how it aches to be filled. It could've been yours tonight when you walked through the door, baby."

Your name falls off of Seungcheol's tongue as he pleads with you. He'd do anything to make up for disappointing you. So, you pause — the dildo in your hands shiny from your ministrations.

"Do you know why I'm upset?"

"Because I put work first. Before us."

"Wrong," you berate, "before yourself. Baby, this is your birthday and your special day. We made plans to celebrate you. You were supposed to have this evening off to relax... enjoy yourself. Maybe fuck me or something."

"I-I know. And I'm sorry... I promise to tell Seongsu to fuck off next time."

Your eyebrows knit together in worry. "All I'm saying is to just abide by the boundaries you've set. If your boss won't even allow that, we're job searching."

"If I promise to do so, will you finally get your cute lil ass on my lap and use me to your content?" He asks cheekily, instantly regretting so when you refuse.

"You have to actually do something for a reward. But I'll consider it if you do. As for using you, well..."

He can only nod vigorously, mouth turning dry when you slip the sash from your robe out of its loopholes. You come closer and lean over him once more, gently tying the silk material around his head so it covers his eyes.

"You still with me, birthday boy?"

"Y-yeah. But... what are you doing?"

You don't reply right away, placing the dildo in his left hand. He clutches it with a groan, feeling your wetness dripping on it. Positioning his arm where you want it, you kneel with one hand on his shoulder and the other on the back of the couch for balance. Hovering above the toy, you whisper in his ear.

"Using you," and sink down as both of you let out simultaneous moans again. Loudly. "Touch me or yourself and we go straight to sleep."

He swears for the umpteenth time, the heat radiating from your cunt so close to his fingertips nearly drives him insane. With his eyesight restricted, he's able to focus on the slick sounds of you sliding up and down the dildo, praises of how good he's being right in his ear.

You giggle after a quick glance down at his crotch. He's hard as can be with a dark patch of pre-cum signifying where the tip of his cock is straining from its confinement in his jeans. Begging — just like him — to be released and in you. Right hand tensed, veins bulging all the way up to his neck where you place a kiss against one and he tries to squirm away with a throaty grunt.

"You're being such a good boy," you coo as you sink down just barely above his nails that are digging into the silicone, and then lift up so only a fraction of the toy is inside. "If you make me cum just like this, then you'll certainly get your reward."

Seungcheol gently wiggles the dildo, your hiss a sign that it's still in you before he slowly pushes upwards. Once he gets a better feel (because he knows your body very well — taking "knowing your body with his eyes closed to a new level"), the strength in his arms that you lack allows him to thrust it up in you just like all those years ago when he prepped you. Way too soon, you're seeing sparks and feeling the tingles that signify your rush to release.

Your face is buried in his neck, tongue sporadically licking at the marks you suck on it. A usual place you like to anchor yourself when you're coming undone. Meanwhile, your husband's biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood as he focuses on steeling himself from cumming untouched. Unsurprisingly, he does have incredible control but that doesn't mean it's easy.

You clamber into his lap as you catch your breath and come down from the high. Full weight leaning against his firm body although his hips can't help but buck up once he feels your wet warmth directly on top of his dick and he whimpers in need. Removing the makeshift blindfold reveals his brown eyes that are a bit dazed but he smiles lovingly at you, albeit sheepishly.

"Hey, you." You run a hand through his hair. "All good?"

"Besides feeling like I'm going to literally combust — yeah. All good."

A chaste kiss on his swollen lips quickly turns sultry and messy so you pause to slip your bathrobe off fully. Seungcheol whines in adoration, one hand groping at your ass. He lets you guide the other one under the band of your bra strap, the motion causing your tits to jiggle and he throws his head back.

"You're killing me."

"You'll survive," you tease. Your free hand slides under the waistband of your crotchless panties, snapping it against your skin for good effect. "You have to unwrap your birthday present first, don't you?"

"Only if it's you."

You hum in contemplation as he continues to fiddle with the bra strap but opts to appreciate the direct access to your nipples instead.

"I mean, there's more but I don't mind taking care of this first." Finally, you take out his leaking cock, easily slipping it inside your wet cunt. "Happy birthday, Cheol, I love you."

In a tangle of tongues and moans, he pants against your mouth. Whispering a multitude of adoring praises to you, the love of his life.

Best birthday gift ever.

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5(ish) sentence ficlet about it 👀👅

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This is a request...Shawn gets you a kitten because you’ve begged for one since you get lonely on tour. He immediately regrets it and hates the kitten because it’s“stealing all the attention,” but when you hesitantly leave him in charge of watching it, he warms up to it—ily and your writing btw xx

Author’s Note: This is one of the most adorable things I have ever written so enjoy 3.3k of pure Shawn fluff. Also I was supposed to post this yesterday and then by the time I was back on here it was like 9pm so sorry about that, but it’s here now!

“Pleaseee, Shawn, it’s just a little kitten!”

“No, we’re not getting a kitten, they’re too much work.”

“I’ll take care of it all by myself, you don’t have to do anything! I promise,” you pleaded with him, coming to stand behind him where he was at the kitchen counter making coffee. You sneaked your hands around his body to rest on his muscular chest and squeezed his body tight with your cheek resting against his back, “Pretty pleaseee.”

“No, we don’t need a cat. There’s already two of us living in this place, we don’t need a third.” Ever since you saw the most adorable grey kittens with striking blue eyes yesterday when a friend of yours posted online that she was selling her cat’s litter, you have been obsessed with the idea of having a little bundle of fur to call you own.

“But you always say you want a baby with me, so that doesn’t make any since,” you mumbled into his back, squishing your face into his soft t-shirt.

He sighed, abandoning his cup of coffee in favor of holding your hands against his chest, “We’re not talking about a baby right now, we’re talking about your insane infatuation with these kittens.”

“I know, but if we have a baby then there will be three people living here and that completely goes against your logic. Unless, you don’t want to have a baby with me?”

“Honey, of course I want to have a baby with you, you know this,” Shawn brought your hands up to his lips leaving feather-like kisses on your skin, “But when we have a baby we’re not gonna be living here anymore and you’re gonna have a beautiful ring around that finger of yours. Therefore, my logic still applies.”

You blushed at his words, heart swelling whenever he talked about his future with you so confidently as though he spent every hour of his day thinking about it, “You gonna buy a house for us Mendes?”

“Of course, baby.” He turned around in your hold and placed his forehead on yours while his large hands took purchase upon your hips, “I’m gonna buy you that white cottage home you always talk about with the large backyard for our kids to play in and I’ll build a playset and patio so they can play while we sit and just talk about how much we love each other. Because I’ll still be reminding you every single day how lucky I am to be yours and just how much I love you.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears, smile gracing your face causing Shawn to reach up and wipe them away, “Oh Shawn, I love you so much. I want that with you more than anything in the world.”

“Then good thing it’s gonna happen,” and with that he connected his lips to yours feverishly, leading you to your shared bedroom to show you just how much he loves you.

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The stars sparkled in the night sky, backup dancers to the moon who glowed brightly through the tall windows of the bedroom. Shawn absentmindedly traced his calloused fingers up and down the bare skin of your back as you laid on his chest, relishing in the way your head moved with every breath he took. The room was filled with a comforting silence, only the light breaths coming from the two of you breaking it, and you let your mind wander to how fortunate you were to be able to spend time with your lover before you had to share him with the world, “I still want a kitten.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Shawn groaned, throwing an arm over his face, “I thought you were over this.”

“Of course I’m not over this, I want a kitten.” You leaned your body up to be level with his face, pulling at the arm over his eyes, “Look at me.”

Rolling his eyes, he looked down to be met with your cutest puppy dog eyes he knew he couldn’t resist, “Stop looking at me like that you crazy cat lady. We’re not getting a kitten.”

“You can’t call me a crazy cat lady if you won’t let me get any cats,” you laid back on his chest, nuzzling into his neck as you left soft kisses on his warm skin, “Please bubs, it’s just a kitten. I need one, you’re not gonna be around forever.”

“What are you talking about? Are you planning to kill me off or something?”

“No, not yet at least,” you mumbled, earning a light hearted pinch to your side causing you to squeal at his actions. He kissed your lips through the giggles not being able to get a proper kiss from the smile erupting on his face. You sighed, tracing along the curves of his chest once you pulled back, “I know we don’t like to talk about it, but you’re leaving soon. And then you’re gonna leave again and again and again, whether it’s another tour, promo shoots, interviews, whatever...” Shawn’s heart broke at your words. He always hated leaving you behind, but you always assured him you were perfectly fine when your job prevented you from leaving, constantly telling him how proud you were before he left. He knew it wasn’t the ideal situation to be in and he always felt as though you deserved someone better that could be with you all the time even though you told him time after time again that you didn’t deserve to have someone as perfect as him. You noticed his sudden change in demeanor at your words and you were quick to reassure him, “No bubs, I didn’t mean that in a bad way or anything! You know I’m so proud of you and I would never ever want you to stop all of the touring because it puts the brightest, most adorable smile on your face. Whatever makes you happy makes my heart soar baby I promise. I’m just saying that sometimes when I’m missing you an extra lot, it would be nice to have someone be a stand in cuddle buddy, someone that could hang around the condo with me.”

Shawn sighed in defeat, caressing your skin as he thought about your reasoning, “I’ll think about it.”

You let out a noise of excitement, pressing a loving kiss to his jaw before cuddling back into his arms again.

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“Ok little guy, you’ve got to cooperate with me on this one.” Shawn let out a groan of annoyance as the grey little kitten escaped his grasp once again before he could put the lid on the box. You were due to come home from work any minute now and he couldn’t even imagine how much you would tease him if you saw him running around with his long limbs trying to catch the little ball of fur. Finally managing to pick him up, Shawn placed him carefully into the large gift box with a red bow on top, ensuring that none of the air holes he had poked into the lid were covered.

“Bubba, I’m home!” The sound of your voice snapped Shawn out of his thoughts and he took a deep breath before sitting on the bed with the box on his lap, “Ok buddy it’s go time.”

“Shawn, are you home?”

“In the bedroom honey!” he called out, fidgeting on the edge of the bed as he anxiously waited for your head to peek through the door.

“Hey bubs, how was your-” you gasped in surprise when you saw your beautiful boyfriend sitting patiently with a nervous smile on his face, a mysterious box in his hands-”day.”

“Hey baby, it was good, how was yours?”

“It was good, it was good,” you mumbled walking closer to him apprehensively, “What’s in the box?”

“Oh this?” he feigned innocence, looking at the box with furrowed brows as though he wasn’t holding the crown for guiltiest looking man alive right now, “It’s nothing, just something I thought you would like.”

“You got that for me?”

“Of course I did,” he pulled at your hand to have you sit next to him on the bed, keeping one hand steady on the box, “Why don’t you open it?”

Hesitantly, you grasped the lid on the box, lifting it up carefully before dropping it on the ground, hands covering your face in pure joy, “You didn’t.”

“I did, baby. Don’t you want to hold him?”

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you breathed out as you picked up the adorable creature that was sitting so patiently inside of the box. Tears of joy began to fall from your eyes when you held it to your chest, your whole body filled with so much happiness you didn’t know what to do.

“Awe honey, don’t cry,” Shawn cooed, wrapping his large arms around you as you held the kitten as tight as you could without hurting it.

“I can’t help it I’m so happy,” you cried out leaning into Shawn’s touch, “I thought you said we couldn’t get one.”

“Yeah well, I thought about it a little more and changed my mind after realizing how happy it would make you.”

“I’m so so happy right now thank you, thank you!” You turned your head to meet his lips in a salty kiss that he immediately returned.

“You’re so very welcome baby. What are you gonna name him?”

“What about Oliver? We could call him Ollie for short?”

“Sounds perfect to me. Welcome home Ollie.”

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Shawn stared at his tired face in the bathroom mirror as he brushed his teeth, wanting nothing more than to climb into bed and cuddle his gorgeous girlfriend all night long. It had been a long day at the studio prepping for tour and recording some last minute songs causing him to feel completely spent and worn out. Spitting out the toothpaste, he finished up his routine before finally shutting off the light and making his way to bed. His movements stopped at the edge of the bed when he found you laid on your back, eyes closed with Oliver laying on your chest, gentle purrs coming from his throat. Shawn rolled his eyes, pulling up the covers to move next to you, attempting to move the sleepy kitten from your chest so he could cuddle up to you instead.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled groggily at the feeling of your beloved kitten moving, keeping your eyes shut while managing to bring your arms tighter around him.

“Just trying to get some cuddles, feel like I haven’t held my girl in so long.” Shawn tried to gently pry the kitten from your hands, earning a sound of protest to escape your lips while your eyes opened slowly.

“Get your hands away from the cat, Mendes.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he groaned, “I’m leaving for tour next week and you’re telling me you’d rather cuddle with that thing?”

“That thing? Excuse me this is the most adorable creature in the entire world. Besides it’s just a kitten, it needs love.”

“I need love, too!” your boyfriend whined, wrapping an arm around your waist and shoving his face into your neck in an attempt to hold you in some way, “Can’t believe you’re giving all my love away to a cat.”

“I still love you, stupid, but Oliver is still getting adjusted to us, he needs a little extra love.”

“No, I need extra love! I’m leaving for tour for 3 months and I’m gonna miss you, why don’t I get extra love?” he pouted, looking up at you through his thick lashes. Ever since he got you that kitten 2 weeks ago you’ve been completely attached to it, wanting to spend every second you could with it. Shawn couldn’t help but feel left out when he came home to the two of you cuddling on the couch or when you played with Oliver on the living room floor instead of hanging out with him while he was writing songs in his at home studio. He didn’t know if it was the lack of attention he was suddenly getting or the fact that tour was coming up so soon, but he became jealous of that grey little furball for taking away all his time with his girl.

“Bubs...”

“No, you know what, I didn’t want to cuddle with you anyways.” He released your waist, turning around and rolling towards the edge of his side of the bed, cuddling up to his pillow, “I hate that cat.” His words were muffled into the pillow, but the gasp that left your lips was enough to tell him that you had heard,

“Take that back!”

“No I won’t take it back. I never would have gotten you that cat if I knew you were going to completely ignore me because of it. He’s stealing all of the attention.” Shawn rolled onto his back and from the side of his face you could clearly see the sadness in his eyes even in the dark room. You knew how hard it was for him to leave you and how tiring studio days had been recently and you immediately felt guilty over how much you had been focused on Oliver. Delicately moving the kitten from your chest to the blankets next to you, you scooched closer to Shawn, pressing light kisses to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry baby, I love you so much, I never meant for you to feel this way,” you told him between the kisses you left behind, “Do you wanna hold me and be the big spoon?” You knew on hard days his favorite thing to do was to just hold you tight to him, wanting to keep you close in his hold.

“Please,” he looked at you with hopeful eyes and you turned over to your side of the bed allowing him to wrap you up in his arms and completely take over your body with his tall form. Pulling Oliver into your arms, the three of you fell asleep peacefully with content and full hearts, a loving warmth being passed between your close bodies.

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“It’ll only be a couple hours Shawn, why can’t you just watch him?” Your friends had finally planned a day to go out to lunch together that worked with all of your hectic schedules and you weren’t going to give it up all because your boyfriend was acting like a baby. All you had asked him to do was watch Oliver for a couple hours, but by the way he was acting you would think you asked him to watch a ticking time bomb before it exploded.

“I don’t understand why we can’t just call your mom or something. I’m not cut out for this!” This would be the first time Shawn was left alone with the kitten in question, for when both of you were at work, your mom had been coming over for a couple hours a day until it got used to being alone for a majority of the day.

“Shawn it’s a cat, you just have to play with it and make sure it only does its business inside the litter box. I filled up his food and water so you just have to watch him.”

“But-”

“No buts, I’m going. I’ll text you when I’m on the way back ok? I love you,” you grabbed your purse off the counter while he mumbled an I love you too with some other complaints from behind you. “Oh and Shawn?” his head perked up when you turned back to face him before you walked out the door, “Don’t kill the cat.”

He let out a sigh of defeat once the door closed behind you, staring down at the grey kitten that was sitting at his feet staring back at him, “What are you looking at?” Oliver stayed silent, but Shawn didn’t know what he was honestly expecting the cat to do. He picked him up in his arms, cradling the kitten close to his chest while he made his way towards the couch, “Come on buddy, let me introduce you to hockey.”

For the first half hour everything was fine, Shawn was seated on one end of the couch with Oliver on the other end, the little kitten doing nothing but staring back at him which caused Shawn some discomfort to a degree. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?” “You have no right to be judging me. Not only do you have a human name as a cat, but you also lick your own butthole.” It was after that half hour though that Oliver began to grow tiresome of watching a popstar stare at guys in jerseys skating across the ice and decided to hop down from the couch to find something more entertaining to do.

“Wait, Ollie where are you going?” Shawn panicked, he was finally getting comfortable with the whole just let the cat watch you thing but now that he was starting to move around, Shawn was absolutely clueless. “Um, um,” his eyes fell on the little ball of fluff on a string that you had on the coffee table and he immediately grabbed it, shaking it towards the kitten. “Ollie, Ollie!” He snapped his fingers, gaining the cat’s attention which immediately went to the moving toy in front of him. “Yeah that’s a good boy, come and get it!”

Oliver pounced at the toy causing a laugh to escape Shawn’s mouth as he moved the toy out of his reach. “Come on Ollie, you’ve got it,” he cooed, turning his once deep voice into the baby one he refused to admit he used on all of his baby cousins. Minutes passed and Shawn hardly noticed how much time had passed because he was too focused on how cute Oliver looked as he chased after this simple ball of fluff. The smile never left his face once Oliver successfully caught the toy again before abandoning it in favor of jumping on the couch next to Shawn. He curled up in his lap, tired out from all of the playing, “You tired buddy? Me too, I could really go for a nap right now.” Laying flat on the couch, he maneuvered the kitten until it was resting peacefully on his chest like he has seen you do a million times before, allowing himself to fall into a light sleep with the comforting warmth of Oliver weighing on his body.

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Two hours later you arrived home with a wide smile on your face from all of the fun you had with your friends catching up with one another’s lives. “Shawn, baby, I’m home.” The last thing you expected to find was your boyfriend’s tall, lanky figure stretched out along the couch with a mini kitten curled up to his chest. A content smile graced Shawn’s face, making your heart melt as you approached your two favorite boys. Brushing the curls off of his forehead carefully, you placed a light kiss on his skin before heading towards the kitchen to take care of some dishes you had left from this morning. “Wait don’t go,” Shawn whispered causing you to turn around and return to your place next to him, “Come cuddle with us.”

“I’d never pass up a chance for cuddles.” You gently laid your body on his chest, the little kitten pressed up against your cheek with purrs vibrating through his chest at the love he was getting. As the three of you closed your eyes again, you knew that the little kitten Shawn claimed to hate had managed to completely melt his big heart.

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Lucifer post-ep ramble 5x01

Hi there, long time fangirl, first time Lucifan. After devouring all 4.5 seasons of this magnificent show in an impressive/alarming (all a matter of perspective) amount of time, I have very quickly found myself well and truly obsessed dedicated to all things Lucifer. And when a show grabs me like this one has, I tend to have a lot of thoughts and feelings that I can’t help but share, and so the post-ep ramble was born. It will probably contain many words, it may or may not be particularly coherent, there will definitely be over-analysing, but I thought I might indulge in re-capping the season 5 eps as I re-watch, so this is the first ramble off the rank. 

‘Really Sad Devil Guy’ (A+ ep name btw) kicks off as we’re still scrambling to pick up all our heart pieces after the season 4 finale, which is why Mr. Said Out Bitch (aka Lee Garner) being in Hell is such a cracker of an opening. Lucifer just waiting below deck on Fishizzle II (wth happened to Fishizzle I??) to greet him with his trademark ‘hello’ made me disproportionately happy, mostly because he was on my screen but also because his encounters with Mr. SOB are always great and this was no exception. Getting an insight into ‘life in Hell’, the way the characters in the Hell loops are played by Demons and Lucifer in action as the King was fab at this point in the series. And does anyone else have a visceral reaction to Lucifer stopping that bullet? I know it’s brief, I cannot explain it, it might be the command he has, the fact it’s awesome, but it makes me FEEL things. Just me? Cool.

I think what really strikes me in the way Lucifer just has to pop in on Mr. SOB upon hearing of his arrival, is the fact that he is a link to Lucifer’s life on Earth. They’ve existed in the same places there, breathed the same air, it’s a way for Lucifer to make that connection to his home more tangible. And when he realises where Mr. SOB’s hell loop has them moored, at Marina Del Ray, the way Lucifer says 'Los Angeles' with such yearning makes those heart pieces I had started cobbling back together really begin to ache. What this episode pulls off so brilliantly is the way Chloe and Lucifer remain connected despite being apart, and it’s all set up when Lucifer tells Mr. SOB, ‘You know, there's a good chance I know who's on your case. To them it's only been a few months, a blink of an eye, but here it's been much much longer’.

What’s happening ‘below deck’ in Hell (sorry...or am I?) is of course mirrored at the crime scene, where Maze is still calling Ella Ellen (never change Maze ILY) and Ella is banging on about Lucifer not responding to her DM’s and texts and it’s all so on brand and the thought of her sending Lucifer a clip of a parrot dancing to techno and him finding it funny is just too perf. Maze having Chloe’s back from the get-go and telling Ella to ‘read the room’ just shows how far this Demon has come. And of course Chloe saying that she hasn’t even really thought about Lucifer since he left...(spoiler alert: she has).

Seeing Maze and Chloe out drinking and dancing, somehow they're kinda dorky together and I love it, but it’s also really clear that they’re both leaning on each other pretty heavily and being there for one another and honestly, I love literally every combination of characters on Lucifer, you put any two together and the dynamic is 100% their own and these two are up there. It’s so weird seeing Amandiel running Lux, I big L LOVE Amenadiel but it’s just...wrong. Plus hats off to D.B. because his delivery of ‘No one sells drugs in my place...without me getting a piece of the action’, not gonna lie, I was THROWN.

So are we assuming that the number of months Lucifer has been gone = the number of times Chloe has rocked up to work with a hangover? Lol at the sunglasses but also, you do you Chloe, whatever you gotta do babe. Just like Amenadiel running Lux is like watching a slightly off AU version of the show, so is seeing Maze and Chloe as partners at work. Don’t get me wrong, Maze clearly supporting her and when they’re interrogating a lead, seeing Chloe and Maze have such a groove that they’re finishing each other's sentences and communicating without talking, I dig it. But I love that while it’s great, it still doesn’t feel right. Because that there is why this show is so clever, as an audience we crave the return to the way things were just as the characters we are watching do.

Linda being a completely OTT mum is so fab. I could write an entire essay about my Linda love. Her adamance that ‘Charlie’s special’ and Ella’s ‘every child is special in their mum’s eyes, huh?’ sums it up perfectly. Did I mention I adore Ella? I definitely get the distinct impression Ella is doing a bit of self-reflection, her comment about being drawn to the bad boys for some reason clearly foreshadowing, but also her reflecting that she deserves a good guy for once (just not this ep when there is a bad boy/potential suspect to be hooked up with). I am curious to see the ‘darkness’ Ella has alluded to in earlier seasons being explored further and feel like this is sowing the seeds and I’m also waiting for a significant Linda/Ella D&M at some point. But clearly not this point, because 'science lesson Wednesdays...I checked your schedule and that's your day off' Linda is NOT about deep and meaningfuls (or anyone who isn’t a 2 month old baby), you need to DIAL IT DOWN friend.  I love that it takes Trixie pulling some funny faces and Dan offering some sage parenting advice as he returns the self-help books (love the irony there) for Linda to begin to chill a bit.          

So Dan has gone all new age with his oils and self improvement and you know what? I love it. And then of course we have Amenadiel needing to help make the world a safer place, he just needs to make sure for Charlie ya know and ugh my ovaries. I must say, I was relieved to realise that the club life had not in fact corrupted the delightful warrior we all love after all - it’s all a ploy to catch a REAL BIG TIME drug dealer (nooooo I can feel the second hand embarrassment already...)! Amenadiel setting up the ‘drug bust’, telling the dealer, ‘looks like gooood drugs’, oh you dear sweet naïve Angel you. We of course discover that the bust is, well, a bust, because the ‘drug lord’ is actually a kid trying to offload his mum’s pain meds *insert facepalm emoii here*. But rather than ridicule or be angry, Dan is so understanding and supportive of Amenadiel and once again offers up advice and I really am so into this friendship on every level and the care and openness it models.

Meanwhile, the genius parallel between what is happening on Earth and in Hell really takes effect as Chloe and Maze go undercover (I mean, they are a glam couple lbh) to the poker game while Lucifer is at a game hosted by the same suspect in Mr. SOB’s ‘exquisite’ Hell loop. His exclamation that it’s exquisite reflects that Lucifer and Mr. SOB are not that different, that it’s the kind of place Lucifer might manifest as well, but I also feel that Lucifer could be admiring his own Kingdom’s handiwork at creating LA with such accuracy from someone’s subconscious. He allows himself to be absorbed in it, ‘City of Angels, I’ve missed you’, and I can’t help but get the impression that hearing Lucifer call LA this for the first time is confirmation that his Heaven, or place of Angels, is in fact there with Chloe.

Chloe remains firmly in the forefront of Lucifer’s mind this entire episode, with him asking ‘what would she do?’ and wanting to replicate the life he had with her at the precinct. But of course he is soon reminded of his reality, as he tries to get more information from Mr. SOB who is being useless. Lucifer incorrectly calling him ’Detective’ shatters the illusion that he is any closer to Chloe, and this is impressively emphasised as he erases the LA cityscape to reveal the Hellscape. For a moment he’d let himself believe he was back there. Back home. His, ‘you’re not her’ making some of my heart pieces fall out once again.

But then the messenger arrives, ‘Lord Morningstar, there’s someone you should meet’ and lo and behold it’s guy who just got hit by car up on the Earth-side of this investigation and I.am. loving. it. Also, did Lucifer put out a Hell-wide memo that if ANYONE arrives from LA they are to be bought to him so he can send messages to Chloe through their bodies??? NO REALLY I'M FINE. Having a Demon possess the dead dude’s body to pass on the tip from Lucifer was just TOO MUCH. His, ‘hey is that Mazikeen?’ made me actually lol but also, look how far we’ve come! Chloe doesn’t even flinch when the dead guy wakes up possessed to pass on Lucifer’s message. I’m so proud. 

'It's safe where you stored it' caused me way more amusement than was perhaps intended, but Ella, Maze and Chloe together, trying to figure out what it meant, it's such a great moment and the comedic timing is gold. Also, the fact it actually helps the case, ugh, Chloe and Lucifer are still connected and working together even though they are not on the same plane of existence and I’m just going to need to curl up for a minute because feelings.

You know who else is having a lot of feelings in this ep? The Devil himself. After he is satisfied he has passed on the message, he’s done with Mr. SOB, sending him, ‘back to your torture. And me to mine’. Any remnants of my heart are now once again shattered all over the floor in case you’re wondering. Lucifer doesn’t even try to hide the fact that being away from Chloe is so painful, almost revealing more than he ever usually would when Mr. SOB asks if she’s ‘somebody important?' to which he replies, 'more than you could ever know'. 

He only just stops himself before telling Mr. SOB her name, when he realises he's trying to manipulate him. And I'm so glad, Lucifer so sparingly uses Chloe’s name, it's always significant when he does and I feel like he reserves those moments for only between them. But Mr. SOB really does sum it up when he observes, ‘you just seem like a really sad Devil guy’, BECAUSE HE IS A REALLY SAD DEVIL GUY (can we just take a moment to appreciate how not at all scared of Lucifer Mr. SOB is, he doesn’t even refer to him as THE Devil, just ‘Devil guy’. It’s kind of nice that he sees and accepts him as both Devil and human without really questioning it). 

The parallel continues as Chloe and Lucifer are talking to a sister and brother  and the way this highlights the place they're both in. It's just brilliant writing and execution. Chloe is talking to Meg about her brother’s death and both her and Lucifer's yearning for one another is palpable. At the same time, Maze telling Chloe that they don’t need Lucifer and kissing Chloe highlights Maze’s desire for connection and love. She wants it so badly and the way she shuts down when Chloe suggests they stop working together breaks my heart.

When Lucifer takes Mr. SOB to the root of his Hell loop, yes, it’s about Lucifer projecting his own guilt and lack of self worth onto him, but his assertion that, 'it is inevitable sooner or later you're going to disappoint them all over again. So you'd rather stay away for all eternity’, really feels as though it carries multiple meanings. As a self-referential comment, is Lucifer talking about Heaven or Earth? Is it his fear of disappointing and letting down Chloe and the other humans or is it his belief that he disappointed his family? And if Angels self-actualise does that mean he was never 'stuck' in Hell at all and could have returned to Heaven? I certainly feel there is some sort of realisation occurring here. Or could be completely over-analysing it. Why not have both 🤷‍♀️

You know the line that just up and got me though? ‘Whose hell is this anyway? Are you sure this is my hell? You just here torturing yourself’- Mr. SOB calling Lucifer out is A MOMENT. And I can’t help but wonder if a part of it is Lucifer wanting Mr. SOB to come to terms with his own guilt, wanting to help him because he knows he’s not evil and he is trying to reconcile his own guilt too. If he can help Mr. SOB face and let go of the guilt then he has a chance of it too. And that’s when Mr. SOB challenges Lucifer, pointing out that he missed his chance, ‘but what about you?’ 'The self-centred simplicity of you humans never ceases to amaze me...I am here out of responsibility, I had to protect humanity, I had to protect HER', the delivery of this line, the frustration of being misunderstood, of ppl thinking that he acts for himself when his very reason for being back in Hell is for others, I can feel it through the screen.

The dead guy we saw get shot in the kitchen appearing at that moment with news about ‘the Detective’ and then cutting straight back to the shoot up in the house, file under: how to brilliantly edit. “Lucifer” appearing; the whistle, the casually strolling in, the ‘hello bad guys’ = I was FOOLED. I mean you have to admit, the ‘thought I'd give you a hand' pun was well played, classic Lucifer, very convincing.  My shipper heart was SO FULL for the split second Lucifer and the Detective kissed, until Chloe realised that something was off and her open eyes told us something was up. The cut back to Hell and seeing Lucifer still standing there with Mr. SOB...you may have heard my ‘noooooooo’ from wherever you are. ‘She’ll be just fine without me’...said every Devil who has a dick twin brother who’s going to try and destroy, nay STEAL, his life and love of his life ever.

Michael, you're an evil bastard but damn you nailed that villainous smirk over-the-shoulder pose in the final shot. Whatever you have in store, I will no doubt revel in your awfulness and be confused about whether or not I hate you. 

[intheyear39]

Rainy Days and Wednesdays (Gwilym Lee x Reader)

Genre: Romance / Fluff

Rating: PG-13 for swearing

Length: 2637 words

Summary: Gwilym takes you for a drive.

Author’s Note: This was harder to write than Fleece Blanket for some reason despite having a clear prompt in mind—I’ll get to that in a sec—but thanks to the moral and creative support of my Discord, I was able to get over my first writer’s block since I started writing again (like, three weeks ago).

Shameless promotion but the prompt is from a Japanese song by a group called V6, 「意味のないドライブ」imi no nai doraibu lit. translation, “Meaningless Drive”. If you want to listen to it and/or read the unofficial translation, you can find it here. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy it and I’d love to know your thoughts! <3

Special thanks to Ella @39-volunteers-to-space for making a moodboard for this huhu you didn’t have to and it’s already a great pleasure to proofread Kairos (GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN’T BTW) ILY <3

Taglist: @39-volunteers-to-space @moonvinyls @grooveei @theoddowldoodle @bburellina @im-happy-at-home @dorkydeaky @seven-seas-0f-bri and one of my bestest friends Sera who knows both the song and Gwilym (and WHO HASN’T USED HER TUMBLR YET BUT TAGGING HER ANYWAY) @a--kind--of--magic​

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“I’ll pick you up at six, yeah?”

You read Gwilym’s message to you over and over. He didn’t always pick you up from work, but when he did, you were always excited to see him. That’s no surprise of course—the two of you had been dating for a while now—but for some reason, it just always felt new.

At this point, you were just waiting for time to pass. He had texted over an hour ago, but all you had done was look at that message and not work. Not that your boss minded; he wasn’t here today anyway.

Yet you were still having a terrible day, and you couldn’t tell anyone about it because, you sighed, you didn’t know why.

And that’s the worst because how would you cure that?

How would you make that go away?

It’s just one of those days, a gloomy Wednesday, and so you were more than delighted that Gwilym would pick you up tonight.

Your phone buzzed one more time. Another message. 

“You okay?”

It’s as if Gwilym was reading your mind at that exact moment.

You took a long second to reply, mainly because you didn’t know what to type, so your mobile buzzed again, this time continuously. He was phoning you.

“Uh, hello?” you quietly answered so that no one else in the office would hear.

“You okay, love?” his voice sounded worried, but also rather sexy. It distracted you for a second.

“Y-yeah, I’m good.”

You didn’t know why you lied, because he could always tell when you did.

“Well, you don’t sound like it to me,” he said matter-of-factly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I-I...” you started, but words just wouldn’t come out. It was hard to explain without sounding foolish.

You heard him sigh at the end of the other line. “You don’t need to worry about anything,” he said finally. “Also, I’m pulling in at the car park now.”

You let out a tiny squeal, which made him laugh—and you always wanted to make him laugh—and hastily grabbed your things, pulled out your thumb drive from your office computer without safely removing it (you knew you’d regret doing that later but who gives a shit, Gwil’s here), and dashed through the halls yelling, “See you all later!” to no one in particular as you exited your office building, dashing like mad.

At the car park, you suddenly realised that it was raining. Being confined in those tight, monochromatic spaces didn’t let you see much of the outside for most of the day. Despite that, you forgot how that made you usually feel because, standing outside the car, leaning against it, waiting for you, in his dark brown jumper with his glasses on, was Gwilym. He looked delighted to see you. You didn’t hesitate to run towards him and embrace him. He just felt so warm and nice and stable.

“Hey, bad day at work?” He asked in his signature dulcet tone, touching your hair gently, playing with it almost.

“Bad day in general,” you muttered as you instinctively bury your head in his chest. He held you closer for a few seconds in silence. You were beginning to feel better about things.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” he whispered unto your forehead, his lips touching it ever so subtly.

You groaned, slightly muffled by your head being on his chest.

“But I like it here.”

He chuckled. “I know you fancy this, but we have to leave at some point. Parking rates are expensive. Come on now.”

You decided to pull away finally. “You’re wrong, you know,” you said, and you saw his eyebrows raise in faint surprise. You placed your index finger on his chest. “I love it there.”

He gave you a kiss on the lips because, at least based on his reactions in previous situations, it was a quick way to shut you up and at the same time, he would usually find you too cute not to do it (his words).

You two finally entered the car. He started the car and drove out of the car park; the rain seemed to only become stronger, and while you thought it was peak cuddling ambiance, it also made you feel a little somber. Even though you loved the rain, sometimes the darkness reminded you of your own, and you didn’t like that. Nobody liked knowing their own darkness. You continued to muse for about five minutes more, but then, you heard him mutter ‘Damn’ to himself, taking you out of your wretched thoughts.

“What is it?” You calmly asked.

“I think I forgot my car charger at home,” he said, also trying to be calm. “Do you have a phone charger with you by any chance?”

You also left your power bank at your office in your haste, as you discovered while rummaging through your handbag. “Erm, I’m sorry babe, I left it at work.”

He clicked his tongue, “That’s all right.” He seemed in deep thought.

“Was there anything important in your phone?”

“Well, your new address, for instance.”

Right. You recently moved into a new flat two days ago, and this was actually the first time Gwil would take you there from your office. The both of you hadn’t completely memorised the route yet.

“That’s okay,” you brought out your own phone. “We can use my—“

He looked at you expectantly. “Well?”

“Shit.”

“You’re joking, right?”

As if on cue, your phone drained its power as you checked it. You were hoping to rely on your power bank too, but that option was obviously moot now. You were hitting yourself on the head mentally; after all, you didn’t even hang up after that call with Gwil.

“No, sadly,” you answer rather hesitantly with the softest voice you could. “Sorry.”

He sighed and let out a small chuckle. “Don’t apologise. These things happen. Tell you what, it’s not that I don’t remember where your residence is—I do, mostly—but why don’t we just take this time to drive around the city for a while? No phones mean,” he waited a beat, “no distractions.”

He had the naughtiest smile on his face which you rarely saw, but when you did, you felt like you were falling in love with the man all over again. This time was no different.

“So, is that a yes, or...?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I get to spend more time with my fucking boyfriend? Fuck yeah I want to!”

He laughed, a little more loudly this time. “Let’s take a drive then. I reckon you need it.”

He reached out with his right hand and held your left hand. His touch was tender but firm, warm enough to send shivers down your spine. You then snuggled up to him, placing your head on his shoulder, your eyes closing. Now, with the rain, gloomy or not, this was definitely peak cuddling ambiance.

“You’re really loving this,” he said rather cheekily.

“Shut up and drive,” was your retort and he laughed again.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded in a cheerful tone.

You enjoyed the blissful silence that came after. Gwil seemed to enjoy it too, and sometimes, silence between you two was a comforting thing; no words needed. After a few more moments, you opened your eyes again. You went out of the city, it seemed like—cars and tall buildings were replaced by grasslands and cattle. It was getting darker, the city lights getting fewer. Where was he going to take you?

“Are you awake?” He took a quick glance down to you.

“Hmm, yeah. Where are we?”

“We’re not far off from where your flat is,” he said, as if trying to assure you. He probably heard the sudden panic in your voice. “About fifteen minutes? We’ll be back just in time.”

“No...” was your immediate response. You didn’t want this to end, because it meant that you would have to go home—it meant you had the rest of the week to face, two more fucking days, and you abhorred that feeling of absolute dread more than anything else right now.

“Oh, but you have work tomorrow, we both do.”

You groaned a little more loudly than intended, “I know, but…I don’t want to hear the truth right now. I only want to hear the good things.”

You didn’t want to get angry, not right now, especially not at him. He’s the only one you have.

“Right, I apologise.”

This time, an odd silence ensued. You both could feel it, but you thought it was better to let it go. You did say you only wanted to hear good things today.

“Erm,” he broke the silence, a bit hesitant, “you know what, you never told me what your favourite colour was.”

“What?” you were surprised to hear that question at this moment. Although, it was true—you had never told him what your favourite colour was, because, you never thought he would be interested in things like that. Gwilym was more of a conceptual thinker, an introspective kind of guy, so anything of this sort was too trivial to him. Honestly, it was cute that he’s bringing it up now. He’s trying.

“Uh, blue, I think,” you lifted your head to meet his gaze. Like his eyes. “Like your eyes.”

He blushed, but attempted to cover it up by saying, “You’re only saying that because you’re grateful that I’m spending my petrol on you.”

You giggled, “That is the least sexy thing you’ve ever said tonight.”

“Hey, you laughed! That’s my girl!”

And that’s when you realised: He was trying to take your mind off of things, distract you. He knew you were having a bad day, and he knew you didn’t want to talk about it. If you were honest, you wouldn’t know what to talk about with yourself either. He’s trying. You thought it’s the cutest thing. 

And most importantly, this reminded you that he’s there to take care of you when you needed him most. Always.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” you gave him a smirk.

He chuckled, “Well, it worked, didn’t it? Besides, I do enjoy spending time with you. It doesn’t matter what we are doing. I don’t care if it’s stupid or pointless, as long as we’re both having fun, yeah?”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” you nodded and laid your head back on his shoulder.

“Oh, you know I’m right.” You laughed. He then squeezed your hand before kissing it, smiling as he did so. 

You closed your eyes again. You hadn’t noticed all this time, but there had been music playing on the radio; it was turned down, but not all the way. You’d really love some music right now.

“Gwil, could you turn the volume up on the radio?”

“Of course.”

The radio DJ began, “Next up, a song from the hit movie Music and Lyrics, ‘Pop! Goes My Heart’ by Hugh Grant.”

“What in the fuck,” Gwilym was appalled, clearly, and you never usually heard him swear that aggressively.

It made you smile.

And of course, he noticed. “What’s that smile for?”

“Nothing—it’s a cute song. It’s fun!” Then, it reminded you of something that had been on your mind for a while now. “You know, you should do romcoms more.”

“What?” he was more confused than angry. “I’m bad at those.”

“No, you’re not.” you bit your lip—you wanted to say he was great at romance based on your experience, but you knew he would say that it’s different, that because it’s you. The song was fun anyway, so you decided to focus on that. 

“I can imagine you dressed up as a pop star in the 80’s, wearing a white studded polo, a black scarf that can engulf you whole, studded bracelets, that checkered belt around white trousers! I mean, you pulled off Brian May’s hair; I’m pretty sure you can pull off a mullet.” You put your tongue out just to annoy him.

He scoffed, but he was smirking. “No more costumes and wigs for me for the moment, thanks.”

“But you would be so cute though!” your voice went a pitch higher as you lifted your head up to face him. “You playing the piano, singing, dancing—!"

“You like my little hip shakes, huh,” he demonstrated (but still focused on his driving). “I said I wasn’t gonna lose my head, but then, pop! goes my heart~”

“Careful with that—you’re driving! You’re mental!”

Though, you had to admit, he looked good doing it. He sounded good, too. He’s perfect.

He laughed, “Perhaps you’re right. If they decide to do a remake of Music and Lyrics in another 10 years, maybe I’ll say yes. I’ll probably be Hugh Grant’s age when he did it.”

“I’d watch a remake now, to be honest,” you linked your arm with his one more time and held it really closely. You looked ahead to watch the road; you noticed he was driving back into the city again. Your heart sank—the reality started to set in again, that you had to go back to your regular life, to the routine. You wished this could last forever. If only.

“You’re living that romcom now though, don’t you agree?” he whispered, breaking your train of thought. Without warning too, so it gave you goosebumps. The good kind.

“Not if it has to end soon,” you sighed. You were completely aware that this fun little ride had to end at some point. You knew you would face the reality of life again, that you’re not always going to be happy. But then, you also realised: You had Gwil. And that’s enough.

He made a melancholic face too. “You know what love, I’ll promise you something if you promise me that you’ll stop gloating about it. Deal?”

You hummed an answer. You were sceptical, but oddly excited about it.

“Okay, I’ll pick you up from work every day from now—"

You screamed in glee. He covered his left ear almost immediately.

“I wasn’t done yet, love!” he had to exclaim over your excitement.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll pick you up from work every day from now on, unless I have work or I’m out of town or for some reason I can’t make it to you in time. Okay? That’s a promise.”

Just in time, he parked the car outside your building. The heavy rain seemed to have turned into just a drizzle—enough not to need an umbrella—and it’s like a metaphor for your mood tonight. Before seeing Gwil, it had been sour, somber, melancholic, but now, it had become more optimistic, kind, merry. His promise was just cherry on top.

Sure, it wasn’t anything significant, but it made you excited, for the first time in a long while. That was rare.

Grateful, your eyes were twinkling. “You fucking promise?”

“I fucking promise,” his were too.

You reached out for an embrace, and he held you so tightly that you almost couldn’t breathe. It was still a good feeling. As he let go, he held your face delicately with his warm hands, his elongated fingers almost covering the sides of your face. He kissed you tenderly, and your noses touched afterwards, feeling the breath of each other in this cold, damp winter night.

“I love you,” he said, almost shyly.

“I love you too,” you said back, “and thank you for spending your petrol on me in this pointless fucking trip.”

He cracked up, “Good callback.”

“I do my best,” you bragged, shrugging.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah of course!” you answered as you opened the car door and got out. “And Gwil?”

“Yeah?”

“Tomorrow I’ll drive. I know where we can take a detour.”

END.

A/N: A sequel may be possible? IDK. Let me know if you want one.

[sherlolo-land]

“You didn’t even see them since ‘day one,’ actually. Because that was never on the show.” - Mary manipulated and lied to John for their whole relationship pre-HLV. That’s why the REVEAL that she was an assassin was a BIG DEAL... because John DIDN’T KNOW... because she had been LYING, and that’s a CANON part of the show. Oh, and if we’re only allowed to call something canon if we actually see it, then guess what isn’t canon? That’s right! Your guys’ whole argument about Sherlolly being canon is based on an assumption that something happened between them off-screen between the ily and the montage. So apparently, you’re allowed to totally make up shit and call it canon, but when we discuss something that we KNOW FOR SURE happened off-screen, it’s not canon because we didn’t see it?

“He more than likely fucked another woman off-screen.” Oh, so we can’t talk about Mary canonically being a liar, but you get to make totally baseless assumptions about what John does off-screen in order to support your biases? What the actual fuck, talk about double standards?!? What happened to “It didn’t happen on the show! You tjlcers just make shit up!” 

“When you say you forgive someone and you’re staying married, you stick with it.” When did John ever go back on his word? He told her from the get-go that he was still angry she tried to kill his best friend - which is totally fucking understandable. Unlike her, he actually made an effort to fix things between them. It was your darling angel MARY who chose to continue keeping secrets. MARY was the cause of their marriage problems in S4, not John. JOHN was the one who reminded her that couples are supposed to talk things out. JOHN was the one who chased her down with Sherlock’s help after she fled.  

“though asshole John did abandon Mary for months during her pregnancy.” How do you know? iT dIdN’t HaPpEn On ScReEn!! Oh - you know because of the “months of silence" line? You used dialogue to fill in the timeline gaps?! Oh, are you suddenly familiar with the concept? And btw, we still have no idea what happened in those months. We don’t know if that line meant John had moved out, or if they just hadn’t talked about it yet. But sure, go ahead and call him a jerk because of your headcanon. Also, are we forgetting who actually, canonically DID abandon her family in S4, including a newborn infant? Yeah, it was Mary. I don’t see you throwing a fit about her ditching her responsibilities (though we all know how much you’d shit on John if he’d been the one to run away). But no, go ahead and call him an asshole for “abandoning” Mary. Yeah, what a jerk, how dare he spend some time alone after finding out his wife has been lying to him since they met, has killed god knows how many people, and tried to murder his best friend in cold blood. 

And yeah, John definitely isn’t innocent himself. He texted another woman and felt immensely guilty afterwards (unlike the zero remorse we saw from Mary when her past was revealed). And yes, he has anger/ violence issues. Unlike you, I’m not going to make excuses for him just because I like John. John isn’t perfect. But he doesn’t deserve to fucking die or be called “trash.”

Because if he’s “trash,” then guess who else is trash? Mary.

Both of them are very flawed and have made bad decisions during their marriage. You don’t get to call one of them trash while upholding the other as a saint. If you’re forgetting, Mary is a LIAR, a paid KILLER, tried to MURDER Sherlock TWICE, and fucking ABANDONED her infant to go kill and play secret agent. But here you are acting as if none of that happened, and Mary is just some poor, faultless victim here. 

If a literal assassin deserves nuance when analyzing her immoral actions, why doesn’t John deserve it too? I’ll tell you why. It’s because Mary is your fave and can therefore do no wrong. John is... John, and you’ll use any excuse to hate him because you’re so blinded by your biases you don’t know how to look at anything objectively.

Stop reading weak metas and start watching Sherlock if you want to talk about these characters. 

[literallyprentissstwin]

Week 2) Monday, May 21th to Sunday, May 27th 2018 

bonjour y´all and welcome to the second week of my reading list :) this is actually the second time i´m typing this down since tumblr actually decided that it wouldn´t save my last draft where i once had all typed down for the list (thanks for that!). i don´t remember what i wrote down to all the fics the first time, but guess i just start again :D i really hope you all enjoyed my list last week & left some love to the writers <3 

as usual, i put together a list of (this time) 19 fics which i enjoyed reading a lot the past week! please don´t take it personal if you didn´t make it to this list, it doesn´t mean that you´re a bad writer or stuff. you are all really talented and underrated. it´s just my personal opinion and taste. 

feel free to tag me in your fics or send me the links via direct message. since my notifications aren´t working properly, sending the links via message is the better option. i´m excited to hear from you:) 

so, i really hope you all enjoy this weeks list and don´t forget to leave some love and feedback to the writers since this is the only credit they will get for their work :) 

- aileen 

1) No matter what - Spencer Reid X Sister!LGBT!Reader by @infinitefandomimagines 

this is some of the cutest stuff i read all week :) spence is the perfect big brother and i really want him to have either a sibling or a child, fact. this story is everything. also the topic is so important and i´m proud you choose to write about it! <3 well done! 

2) Always by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars 

yey, you´re back! i miss my daily dose of Luke fics bc you´re the best at writing them <3 also i´m a sucker for Dad!Luke fics and i also love these stories about Nessa and him, they are perfect! this one was amazing, i loved it! :) 

3) Time - Chapter 1: Seconds by @spencerthepipecleaner 

Okay, woow. my poor heart...wtf. this heavy angst <333 it´s heaven and very well written. but my poor spence thooo :((((( i really need to check out part 2, bc this part was perfect! great work! 

4) Article of Faith - Chapter 9 & Chapter 10 by @dontshootmespence 

okay, this is one of the most underrated series on here and shame on me that i have to do some catching up on it, but those two parts very amazing! i love spencer in it. this story is giving me life. i can´t wait to see where you´ll be going with it bc it´s perfect! go give it some love! 

5) Why? by @a-court-of-stydia 

MATT <333 okay, we def need more stories about him bc he deserves all the love and recognition he can get bc he is a pure babe and i love him so much <3 okay, back to your story: this was perfect and i´m in love. short, but sweet and i´m so glad i got to read it! thank you! 

6) The Angel in the Room by @dontshootmespence  

Eventhough I don´t like Alex, I loved reading this story a lot. I loved Alex & Hotchs relationship in this story as well as the bond between Ellie & Reid :) Perfect! <3 

7) Talk Nerdy to Me by @multifandomfanfiction 

okay this story was lit :D i´m sorry for this word, but it´s true. at the beginning i was like “ugh gideon” but then, his niece was so awesome and the tension between her and spencer and just everything about this story was so perfect and i enjoyed reading it a lot! <3 

8) Dishes by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek 

again, short but sweet and ultra fluffy <3 cuteness overload incoming :) i loved reading it. also can we talk about your username? bc it is goals af. <3 great work! 

9) The Reaper by @trashyficsfortrashykids 

okay, wow. i´m sad i can´t remember what i wrote here the first time bc it was a pretty ass long paragraph bc this story gave me chills and everything. at first i was like “ugh another fic about this” and then when i read it I was totally speechless (this doesn´t happen often btw.): i really liked the way you wrote about the whole foyet drama happening and now i hate him even more. how can he kill an innocent little child? wtf is wrong with that dude??? i´m also a sucker for Dad!Hotch and i think you portrayed him perfectly with all this blaming himself. but OMG WTF THE ANGST WAS PRETTY HEAVY BUT I LOVED IT AND IT WAS SO GOOD AND I´M SORRY FOR SCREAMING. it´s also very well written and i´m pretty impressed (teach me how to write like this please). overall, this whole fic was a success and i´m happy that i got the chance to read it! Thank you! 

10) Secret Keepers by @illegalcerebral 

THIS would have been the perfect way to deal with the whole Doyle drama thingy. like uggggghhhhhh....it wouldn´t have made things complicated. why didn´t they let you write it? this was amazing and i loved the team <3 they are a perfect little family :) oh, and did I ever mention that i miss my Hotchner? ily btw :)  

11) Too Much On the Line by @dontshootmespence  

okay first of all, can we agree that the show didn´t pay enough attention to the Reid drug addiction story line on the show? thank you! this fic was perfect. the angst & suspense = loving it. i also love a comforting and supporting spencer and the way he tries to helpt the reader by talking about his own addiction. my heart was heavy reading this but i enjoyed every bit of it! great job! 

12) In his arms by @winchestergirl23  

again, short but sweet. it made me miss morgan even more :(((( it was so cute! i want a bf like him, thanks! 

13) Surprise. (Pt 1/3) by @crimindsaspe 

YESSSS, I LOVE IT! i love a happy spencer, he deserves all the love and happiness. do this boy some good and give him a happy storyline thanks!! i loved this part and i can´t wait for the others :) well done! 

14) Paranoid // Spencer Reid by @itsmeedee 

okay this is so so so so so so so good. like holy hell, the angst <3333 also i already read part 2 and jesus christ, i need a third part asap. could you please tag me in it?? this is a masterpiece. read it, y´all!!!!

15) Writing Prompt #4 - Spencer Reid Imagine by @multifandom-fics0904  

awwww Spencer, my poor heart <333 i just love him so much, he is so precious and kind and caring. give him a child already. this was perfect! 

16) Call Out My Name (Spencer Reid x reader) by @spencerreidreads 

omg the end....no it can not end this way. i really need a part 2, please tell me you already planned a part 2?? this was soo good! please! 

17) Guess You´re Not the One part one (Spencer Reid x reader) by @spencerreidreads  

same here....the second part was as intense as the first part and i can not wait for more. like seriously...give me more! 

18) One Wish by @captainreid  

oh G, why do you have to make me feel like this?? all i want for spence in his life is a child and then this...</3 my poor heart. the angst tho <333 perfect! ily :) 

19) The Thread That Holds by @dontshootmespence 

awwww happy Jack and Hotch <3 my heart is swoooning, tho it makes me miss them both a lot. i really wanna see them again in S14 :))) also this is kind of the life i imagine for them both right now too. like happy and together and safe. they deserve it. great job! ily :) 

20) We all Fall Down - Thirty Two by @criminal-minds-fanfiction 

okay, seriouly, how can i NOT put this serie on my list? tho i still have a lot of catching up to do but this kind of is also a reminder to myself to get my lazy ass up and reread the whole fic bc it is pure perfection and def underrated. i loved this part a lot. your writing skills are on point, i´m jealous. people, go read it! i dare you! well done, great job! ily :) 

so, this was this weeks list :) i really hope you enjoyed it and don´t forget to leave some love for the writers and their works. again, if you wanna be featured on that list, send me your fics and i´m gonna read them and maybe you´ll be on the next list :) 

hope you all will have a great week & see you next sunday :) 

- aileen