#save me cute john dove thoughts save me

[a-rogue-god]

so many of my sadness swept away by thoughts of cute john/dove stuff. dont cry. them laughing over something stupid n funny while they're just enjoying each other's company

[mrsparrasblog]

Mission save the human race Pt2

Pt1

You spend the night talking to John after you can't sleep anymore. Too many thoughts enter your brain. Getting pregnant at this time is dangerous, but it's what every good person would do, right? Save the human race.

"I'm a bit afraid."

"You don't need to be, Dove; I'm going to support you; either way, you saved Johnny." he reasured you.

"What if I die while giving birth? Then the whole thing is useless."

"First of all, you are a doctor; you can explain all these things beforehand, and we are soldiers going to take care of you; we would be better than delivery nurses, well, maybe except Kyle."

You chuckled. "And, um, do I need to sleep with every one of you?"

"Not at all, love; you have free choice; you can just choose one, or you can have more than one, you know since the chances are better."

"And they sure want me?"

"I think yes. Look at you."

"You only say that because I'm the only woman on earth."

"Not at all, dove; you're my type, even if there were millions."

"Liar," he pulled your hand and laid it down on his rock-hard dick.

"See how much I want you, and that's only by looking at you."

He stroked the hair out of your face and captured your lips in a kiss. The kiss was shy and thoughtful at first but turned more and more into a battle of dominance, and you knew you wanted him. "So fucking gorgeous. I wouldn't want to share you, but I'm a good man."

You rested your head against his shoulders. "I want to do it with all of you, but not together," he chuckled at your words and how flustered you got to admit your desire.

"We can talk further tomorrow; just let me cuddle you now." You fell asleep, almost suffocating in his strong arms.

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The next morning, you went upstairs, entangling yourself from John's massive body.

You went straight to the room where Johnny lay, checking on his fever. He cooled down overnight. You were kind of proud that you managed your surgery well without proper equipment and medication; you're a fucking genius. If the Hopkins had seen this, they would have regretted declining you after medical school.

You rubbed a paste on Johnny's surgery wound and disinfected it.

You were a bit unprofessional as your eyes glanced down at his pure muscles; you wanted to trace them down with your fingers, of course only for medical reasons. You heard the door open, and Simon stood in front of you, only wearing briefs. His thick thighs were covered in scars, and his pecs were well-defined and so fucking tall. You wanted to climb him like Mount Everest, and you sure as hell will soon.

"My eyes are up here, darling." You blushed as he noticed you staring.

"Sorry, you're just so tall, and it's hard to look up." You laughed at your own lie.

"Price told me about the little plan." He walked close to you, pinning you against the wall with sheer force. His calloused fingers touched the hem of your shirt. "I look forward to helping you, and Johnny too. Play a bit with the other boys so you'll be stretched out for both of us."

"Both of you," you breathed out in fear and arousal at the same time.

"We like to share sweet little things like you," he said, pressing his erection towards you and fucking hell which horse was that.

"I know it's big," he said and you swallowed, afraid.

"I'm going to make your stomach swell pretty fast, Doll," he said, pushing you against the wall, his fingers groping against your round ass.

"Simon-"

"Shh, doll, it's okay. We're going to take care of you soon."

You just nodded, unable to do, think, or say anything.

"Just be a good girl today and give your sweet cunt to the captain; he has a thing for cute innocent girls like you." He kissed you around your neck and then let go, making his way back to his boyfriend.

So they would share you. Should this make you feel afraid or aroused?.

You tried to shake it away and went to the kitchen, preparing some fruits for breakfast.

Price awoke to find himself alone in the bed, the sheets cooling against his skin. He sat up and stretched, yawning widely, before looking around for you.

Finding you in the kitchen, he smiled and walked over, wrapping an arm around your waist from behind.

"I feel so domestic with you around me," you said, taking in his smell.

John chuckled, leaning in to kiss your neck. "Domestic? That's a new one. But I like the sound of it." He pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes. "You know, I could get used to this—being with you, taking care of you."

"Already acting like I'm your little wife."

He smirked, his lips curling into a smile. "Well, if it means I get to be your husband, then I think I'm going to like this arrangement very much." He turned you around to face him, his hands sliding up your arms.

"Are you fulfilling your husband's duties then?"

John leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "Oh, I plan to," he murmured before capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and dip, asserting his dominance and affection at the same time.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, needing to go on your tiptoes to reach him.

John's body reacted to yours, his hands moving lower to squeeze your butt through your clothes.

He pulled back slightly, looking into your beautiful eyes as he trailed kisses down your neck and shoulders. "I love the way you respond to me," he said, his voice sounding horace and full of lust.

"And how do I respond, John?" You sounded cocky, and the awareness to not tease a man twice your strength left your body.

John's lips curled into a sinful smile. "With fire, Angel, just like this." He bit down gently on your earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from you. "You're so fucking sexy when you submit to me."

"What makes you think I'll submit to you easily?"

Price's eyes narrowed slightly, but his voice remained soft and commanding. "Because I know you want to," he said, trailing his fingers down your stomach and teasingly tickling your lower abdomen. "You love the feeling of being taken and owned." He pulled a slap on your ass, showing you how he in fact owns you right now.

"Oh, do I now?" you asked.

He chuckled, kissing your neck again. "Oh, yes. You do." He ran his hand up your thigh, gently caressing the inner part of your thigh and teasingly brushing against your pants, which were already soaked.

"You're so responsive,"

"John, everyone could walk in the kitchen any moment," you whined, afraid of what others would think of you. You gave in so easily that it didn't even take you a week to decide to become their personal fucktoy.

His eyes flickered at the door for a moment. "That just makes it more exciting," he said, his voice deep and husky. "The thought of someone walking in on us and seeing you like this turns me on."

"Oh, it turns you on how they see how good you take care of me."

"Yes," Price admitted, his voice low and raw with desire. "I love the thought of them watching me claim what's mine." He slid a hand down to cup your pussy through your panties, his fingers teasing your swollen clitoris through the fabric—you hadn't had this friction in a while, making you almost cum from it.

Mhm, John, stop, I didn't shave." Well, you trimmed, but try to shave properly in an apocalypse.

Price's eyes glinted with mischief as he leaned in to whisper against your ear. "I don't care if you haven't shaved—I even prefer it this way," he said, his beard tickling against your skin. "I want you just like this- all natural."

He nipped at your earlobe before trailing kisses down your neck, his hand still buried in your panties. "You're so fucking sexy," he murmured against your skin.

"You think so?" You knew you looked good, but good enough to be desired by these seven literal gods. You doubted it.

His eyes are burning with pure desire for you. "I fucking know so," he growled, pulling you closer and grinding his hips against your body—his erection was already there, and it was fucking big. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, Angel."

"You're the most handsome man I've ever seen." Well, you couldn't quite decide which of them was the hottest, but he didn't need to know that right now.

He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Flatterer," he teased, kissing you gently on the lips. "But I'll take it."

You kissed him deeper, moaning into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a heated dance. He could feel your warmth through his pants, and it only made him harder.

With one swift move, he lifted you onto the kitchen counter, pinning you under his strong arms. He lifted you like you weighed absolutely nothing.

"Mhm, John needs you," you whined. You could not hold your composure anymore; you felt lust for him - primal lust for him—like nature wanted it to be; you were animalistic.

"You have me," John said, his voice rough with passion. "Always." His hands moved deftly to slip off your shirt.

Now you sat there on the counter only wearing a bra and some short skirt with spread legs so he could always reach your begging mound. You thought about how any of the boys could walk in at any second, and it only fueled your desire. In the deepest twisted place in your mind, you thought about them taking you at the same time. You blamed it on ovulation week or not being fucked for years straight.

And even though of the sex you had before was frustrating, your ex just couldn't get you off, rubbing on your poor clit like it was a lottery scratcher. How many orgasms you faked, and you asked yourself if you needed to fake one with them too? This would be disappointing.

Price took a moment to admire the view before him, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin. He reached up and undid your bra with practiced ease, letting it fall away to reveal your perfect breasts. His mouth watered at the sight of them. "You're so fucking beautiful." Price smiled as he leaned in, his lips brushing against one of your hardened nipples. "I could spend all night just worshipping these," he whispered before taking one into his mouth and sucking gently.

"Then do it," you whined, wanting him to suck your nipples.

"With pleasure," John replied. He continued to lavish attention on your perfect breasts, his hands teasing and pinching the nipples while his mouth moved from one to the other, lapping at them with hungry kisses. You could barely take it longer. Your eyes darkened from hunger.

You slipped off his shirt as he continued to suck on your hard nipples.

You oggled over his muscular frame; he wasn't the lean muscle type; he had thick, delicious muscles with hair on top of them; he was the pure definition of masculinity; your primal needs chipped in when you saw him, thinking of how you resembled the perfect pair.

He groaned as he felt your hands on his skin, his muscles tightening at the touch. He pulled away from your breasts for a moment, looking down at you with a predatory smirk. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

"I love what I see."

"Good," he replied. He reached down and pulled your panties off, tossing them aside before leaning in to lick a path up your stomach towards your breasts again. You freeze because of your exposed sex; your wetness has already flowed down your thighs.

"I'm going to make sure you scream for me."

"Pretty sure of your skills?" The bratines never left your body; you were lucky that John was a soft dom, and you would regret your bratines sooner or later on Simon's Day.

"You have no idea," John growled, his voice thick with desire. He took your hardened nipple into his mouth once again, sucking and biting gently before moving on to the other one.

"John, I need your mouth somewhere else." You slowly grew impatient, your hole almost begging and crying to finally be stuffed.

"Oh? And where would you like that?" he asked, his voice still rough with lust. He continued to tease your nipples, flicking his tongue over them as he waited for your answer.

"You know where," you whined, hoping he wouldn't let you say it. For fucks sake, you were a medical professional, but you couldn't say that you wanted him on your vagina, stuffing you so badly that it reached your cervix.

Price smirked knowingly. "I've got a few ideas," he replied, his hands sliding down your body. Before he picked you up and laid you down on the kitchen table.

"A fine meal needs to be eaten on the dinner table." You blushed at this sentence.

He looked up at you, his eyes burning with desire, as he took in the sight of your exposed, dripping cunt. "You're so wet for me," he whispered before lowering his head and pushing his tongue into your pussy.

You screamed loudly at the sudden friction grabbing his hair.

John moaned at the taste of you, his tongue lapping up your juices eagerly. He used his hands to spread your legs wider, giving him better access to your most sensitive spots.

"That's it," he growled. "Let me hear you scream."

"John," your moan filled the whole house, and you just hoped you didn't wake Johnny up. Poor boy needs his sleep.

"Fuck, yes," Price panted between licks and thrusts of his tongue. He reached up to grab one of your legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he continued to eat you out.

"mhm feels so good." You moaned, your eyes closed.

"John hummed in response, his tongue swirling around your clit. He reached up to squeeze one of your breasts, eliciting a moan from you. "You feel so fucking good," he murmured, loving the way you were responding to him.

He pushed two fingers into your tight hole, fucking them in and out while he continued to eat you out.

"Don't stop," you begged and felt a bit pathetic. You let an unknown man eat you out, which wasn't the worst part. You let seven fucking men breed you.

"I won't stop," he promised, his voice low and rough with desire.

You shook completely under him, screaming in pleasure. He moaned at the sounds you were making, his arousal growing as he felt your body tense and quiver under him.

He picked up the pace, his fingers thrusting deeper and faster, while his tongue worked overtime on your clit.

"I'm going to---- fuck." you screamed.

He felt your walls clench around his fingers, signaling your impending orgasm. "Cum for me," he growled, sucking even harder on your clitoral area, leaving a small bite on your clit.

And for the first time in your life, a man was competent enough to let you reach an orgasm, and it felt better than everything you felt in your life before you saw stars shaking like you had an exorcism, and so you came squirting all over His tongue. He groaned in delight, his tongue thrusting deep into your pussy to catch every drop of your sweet nectar.

He continued to lap at you, savoring the taste of you as he held your hips down firmly, not allowing you to take away his meal. You thought they looked starved when they ate your food for the first time, but this was a completely new level of starving.

"Fuck," you were a bit embarrassed as you saw the wet puddle on the table and his beard completely drenched." I never squirted before. I'm so sorry," you apologized, your cheeks burning red.

He chuckled, raising his head to look at you. "There's nothing to be sorry about," he assured, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I've never had a woman squirt before, either."

"Was it bad?"

He smirked. "Oh, I'd say it was fucking incredible." He pulled his fingers out of your puffy hole slowly, licking them clean before leaning in to capture your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. You could taste your cum on his tongue, and it was so messy and hot at the same time.

"Do you want me to suck you off, or do we go straight to the fucking part?" You asked, wanting to make him feel good too.

He stepped between your spread legs, his erection jutting out proudly. He looked down at you with a predatory grin, his hand reaching out to cup one of your breasts. "As much as I love to see you on your knees for me, we can't waste an ounce of cum, sweetheart."

"Can you go in slow? I didn't have someone inside in years," you asked, afraid, especially not someone so thick. His dick was perfect, comfortable, 7,5 inches curved to the right and fucking thick, and he had a vein that probably would press against your G-spot perfectly, and fucking beautiful dark curls between his legs, making him seem only more masculine than he already was.

He nodded and positioned himself at your begging entrance, teasing you with only the tip of his cock before slowly pushing inside. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him.

"God, you're the biggest I ever had." He almost pulled you apart; it burned to take him inside, and without proper preparation, you sure as hell wouldn't be able to take him.

John chuckled at your words, pleased with the compliment. "You'll have to tell me how it feels when I'm balls deep inside you," he murmured, thrusting deeper into your shaking body.

Feeling you start to relax and take him deeper, Price began to move faster, his hips grinding against yours in a sensual rhythm. "Fuck, I love how you take my cock," he growled out between gritted teeth.

"Oh God"

"John is enough; no need to call me God Sweetheart." He picked up the pace even more, slamming into you with primal force. His free hand moved to grip your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. "You like that? You want more?" he asked breathlessly.

"I want your cum, John," you whined.

Hearing those words sent a surge of lust through his body. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly. "Gonna cum all over your pretty little pussy, going to make you so full of my cum."

"Yes, John," you whine.

"Going to make you all round, going to fucking breed you."

You whined and moaned; the primal need to let him fill you up and mark you as his own filled you. You needed this, and not only for selfless reasons; you enjoyed it as much as he did it.

"You're going to beg me for my cock after this." He pounded into you harder, his dick twitching with anticipation. "Feel that? Feel how much I love fucking you?"

"Yes, feels so good." You whined, "Breed me, John." You didn't know what took over you, but you didn't care. Shame is for post-nut clarity.

Hearing your whine only made him more turned on. He slammed into you again and again, each stroke deeper than the last. "That's it, baby. Take it all. I'm going to fill you up so fucking good." John leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm going to make you a mommy," he growled out before slapping his massive cock against your g-spot once more.

He could feel his impending release as he continued to thrust into you; he never had something perfect like you—such a good woman between his filthy, not-worthy hands. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you tightly as he pushed deeper into you than ever before. You felt him hitting your cervix.

"That's it, baby. Take my cum. Let me empty myself inside you."

"Yes, please, Daddy, cum in me."

Price groaned loudly as he felt himself erupting inside you. His hips bucked wildly, driving his cock even deeper as hot, thick cum filled your wanting womb. He held nothing back, emptying himself into her before finally pulling out with a wet pop. "There you go, baby. That's what a real man does to his woman."

"And I'm your woman?" You asked completely out of your mind, probably about hormones.

John smirked, pulling you into his arms. "You sure as hell are." He kissed you passionately.

"Now we need to make you a mommy."

"Well, you already came to me," you giggled.

He rolled his eyes. "I've got plenty more where that came from, sweetheart." He traced his finger down your stomach. "Now let's see about making you a baby; besides, I don't want any of these muppets making you pregnant before me." You didn't strike him as the jealous type since he shared you with seven men, but maybe it was the thing about being the first that fueled him.

"You have the stamina for a second round? Price grinned, giving you a wink.

"With you? Hell yeah." He pulled you close and kissed you again, starting to nibble on your ear. "And this time, I'll make sure I hit the back of that sweet cunt of yours." He carried you to the bed and laid you down.

The bed dipped at his weight, his hard cock still rock-hard against his stomach. He positioned himself between your legs and looked into your eyes. "Ready for round two, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy." You knew how crazy it made him when you called him this.

Price leaned down and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he thrust his hips upward. He groaned into the kiss, feeling the head of his cock push against your entrance once more. "God damn, you feel good."

You put your legs on his shoulders. He imideatly kissed your ankles and hit you deeper with every thrust. He couldn't help but moan in pleasure. He looked into your eyes as he began to move his hips back and forth, slamming into you with each powerful stroke. "Fuck, you're so tight."

You clenched around him, and it only fueled his primal instincts. "That's right, baby. Let's make you a mommy." His fingers dug into your hips, pulling her closer as he continued to pound into you.

"Mhm, going to cum soon, John," he grinned as he heard your moan.

"That's it, baby. Let it out." He felt your cunt clench around him as you shook from the orgasm he had just given you.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, Dove. Now let's see if we can get you pregnant." With that, he pulled out of your pussy and rolled over onto his back, beckoning you to straddle him once more. "Ride me until you're ready for another."

You let your hips fall on his thick cock, whining as he spread you in half, and so you began to ride him, your boobs jumping up and down.

He moaned at the sight of your ass bouncing against his full balls as you rode him hard. He grabbed your hips tightly, helping you to move faster and harder on his shaft. "That's it, baby. Ride me until you can't take it anymore."

He reached up, grabbed one of your perky breasts, and began to play with your nipple while you rode him. "Do you want me to crawl inside you again, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," you nodded and clenched around him just at the thought.

Price loved the way you answered. "Then keep riding me, dove." He pulled on your nipple gently, watching as you let out a small cry of pleasure. He continued to play with your breast while he watched your ass bounce up and down on his cock.

"That's it, baby. Show Daddy how much you love his cock."

"I love it so much, Daddy."

He groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock. "Oh, fuck yes. You feel so good." He continued to play with your breast while he started to circle your clit while you rode him.

John's voice dropped to a whisper as he spoke his darkest desires into your ear. "I want to fuck you in every hole, dove. I want to mark you as mine and give you all the babies you want."

He continued to rub your clit in small circles as you rode him harder. Price could feel his orgasm building quickly. That's it, baby. Give Daddy what he wants." He reached up and pinched your nipple hard, watching as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure.

"I want you to cum for me, baby. I want to watch you squirt all over my cock."

"Mhm, fuck," you moaned. You couldn't take it any longer.

He continues His work on your abused clit Till you clench around him and squirt all over His dick.

John groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock and squirt all over him. "Fuck, yes. That's it, dove." He continued to rub your clit even after you came, wanting to draw out every last drop of pleasure from your body.

"Too much, Daddy," you whined as he overstimulated you.

Price chuckled softly at your whines, his fingers still working on your clit. "Sorry, dove. Did I go too far?" He asked teasingly, knowing full well that he hadn't. Instead, he loved pushing your limits and seeing just how much you could take.

"That's it, dove. Give Daddy all of it." He whispered in your ear before pulling out of your wet pussy and slapping his hard cock against your slick mound once more. "Daddy going to fill you up now, and you're going to take everything, understood?"

You were too fucked out to talk; you just nodded.

He fucked with a mean pace into you, his balls slapping against your ass, leaving his mark, but that wasn't enough; he needed to mark your breasts too, to show everyone he was the first to have you - the first to hopefuly impregnate you. You were his, and he was only a good captain for sharing his priceless angel. A pure act of selflessness from him.

With a final thrust, he erupted himself inside you. Hot, strips of his sticky cum painted your inner walls white. "Take it, sweetheart, let me fill you up." He pushed his cum in your hole all over again and then removed his dick out of your red, swollen cunt. He held your legs up. "I don't want my cum to flow out of you before the job is done."

You thought he would leave after the act, but he didn't, so his affection was real. He cleaned you up with a towel, massaging your sore thighs and almost forcing you to drink enough water since you squirted so much. "Did it feel so good for me, Sweetheart? I never had such a perfect woman before," he whispered against your skin. " Gonna worship you and give you everything you need, okay?"

You nodded and cuddled against his fury body, easily falling asleep after this activity.

[corruptaxpoliticus]

@ofcongress : "I'm not sure if you're getting harder and harder to buy for or if I'm the problem for buying you gifts all damn year long." He really should save them up for special occasions, as opposed to the weekly 'I saw this and thought of you.' "For your birthday, I'd like to take you on a trip. Anywhere in the world you'd like to go for however long you'd like. Just you and me." John moves to cup his cheek and press a kiss to his lips. "Happy Birthday, babe. I'm so lucky to have you in my life."

mycroft never likes his birthday, always wanting to forget the day and just pretend it was just any other day. it was just him getting older. and there's nothing special about that. especially not when your husband literally didn't age. but, despite that, his husband had a way of making his day feel special anyway. making him want to celebrate his birthday. if only to make his husband happy.

"i like your little gifts." they were cute. and, while completely unnecessary, mycroft found himself growing to love them. "anywhere in the world? well, i'd like somewhere nice and warm. anything else is fine by me. even if it's in the colonies." he smiles against his lips and happily kisses him back. "not nearly as lucky as i am, my dove."

[thewhumpcaretaker]

LISTEN BLUE!!!!! When I tell you that this is one of my favorite fics ever...I'm so serious.

It has everything that I love and so many references and it's exactly how I picture this kind of thing happening!!! You dove right into Santino's trauma (just like he dove into that saltwater lmao okay that was a really dark joke but I had to). I'm about to quote SO MUCH!!!!

How do I even thank you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... and CONGRATULATIONS ON A YEAR SINCE YOUR FIRST FIC!!! What a big milestone. I'm always happy to write asks back and forth, and make fanart and inspire each other!! You inspire me so much too and always make my day better 💖💖💖💖

Oh and thank you to @mrssimply too, for helping out with this!!! Now quotes:

Giovanni wasn't done just yet, he grabbed Santino by his shoulder and pushed him so hard into a wall that the paintings almost fell down. Santino cried out again, he almost blacked out from the unbearable pain, and he felt like he couldn't breathe at all. ^NOOOOOOOOOO! We gotta protect Santino aaaaaaaahaaaa oh no…I hate you Giovanni :(

If they didn’t intervene between them, Santino could end up in a hospital. ^Ffffff this line hits so hard. John come save your future husband!!!!!

“What am I going to do? I don't know… I am lost,” He whispered to himself and paused when he heard a notification which helped him find his phone. ^John helps him even without knowing it, it's perfect.

“It's okay, you don't need to if it's too much. I hope you're safe.” ^He's so UNDERSTANDING!!! <3 <3 <3

He flinched at first, his tired mind immediately thought of the worst, that it was his father trying to get into his room. ^Poor traumatized Santi, his mind immediately goes to the worst possibility…

Santino wished he could stay here all night, just talking with his lover, or even getting down to him. ^They're so Romeo and Juliet!!!!!

What didn't help was how he actually looked like he was sick. He got a slight fever from the pain, to the point one of the staff members asked him if he was okay and he admitted that he wasn't feeling the best, but he just needed pain meds and some fresh air. ^Nooooo he has a fever so bad everyone notices :( He's doing so badly, my heart…

Oh, the way John's brown puppy eyes were looking at him with empathy. He couldn't resist that look. ^The best description of John. I can picture that exact look and it's so sweet.

“It's fine, I don't want that to ruin our date.” ^Heartbreaking foreshadowing

“I…” Santino looked down in embarrassment. “I did,” He admitted quietly. ^AASDFJADSFKDADSFJ this is so good. It's like, even though he was alone at the time, now he's not anymore. John sees his pain and is there for him eventually no matter what.

“Fuck! I don't know!” Santino was frustrated with himself, he couldn't believe what stupid accident this was. ^This is so in-character for him, snapping because of a small mistake and then everything comes out. Aaaaaaaaaaaa I feel so much for him!!!!

“Let me go, John. I'm going.” “I'm coming with you.” ^YESSSSS PROTECT YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!!!

They stayed in their embrace for some time, John holding him against himself, giving him gentle kisses on his head. It felt nice to be this close to John, to his lover he has to meet in secret. ^AWWWWWWWWWWW the little head kisses…my heart's gonna explode <3

“You don't have to. I don't deserve it, I was being dramatic today.” ^POOR SANTINO!!! He's still mad at himself. But John makes him happy again.

Santino hummed after licking some of the chocolate syrup off his lips, and John couldn't stop looking at how Santino's lips glistened from his saliva and the sun reflecting on them. He looked as sweet as that ice cream and that little cherry on top. ^HASKDFASADF THIS IMAGE IS SO CUTE AND HOT!!! And the ice cream reference to my drawing (I think) aaaaa it's perfect

“John,” Santino whined playfully, “What are you doing?” By the time he asked that, John already took the picture. ^OMG THE PHOTO JUST LIKE HELEN!!! John will take cute pictures of his lover no matter what AU he's in.

That was beautiful. It was so perfect from start to finish. Thank you Blue!!!! What a wonderful gift!! I was not expecting that at all even when you mentioned that you were going to post something special. Made my day as soon as I woke up. Thank you for being such a good friend! 💙

Blooming Bruises

Summary: Santino's father gets drunk and hurts Santino as he's preparing to go on a secret date with John. The following day, John tries to make it better.

Rating: Mature, hurt/comfort

Relationship: Santino D'Antonio/John Wick

Note: August 31st (31.8.) 2023 was the day I posted my first fic, "I Heart you." It's a lot, it was my irl besties idea and honestly I still like it. Just... yeah, I've improved a lot since that AHAH. It's been a year, and I literally can't believe. My first fic was posted A YEAR ago, that's like... wow I can't believe it lmaoo.

This fic is a gift to @thewhumpcaretaker because you've helped me out so much, you wrote all my silly prompts, and that always brings me joy, AND MADE FANARTS I'm so thankful for that! I really love your fics and art and everything. You also inspire me, and I want you to know I appreciate everything you've done for me! This beautiful piece of artwork inspired me for this fic. Everyone should check out Santino with ice cream RIGHT HERE! Beautiful! The song "Me Gustas Tu" by Manu Chao was one part of the inspiration, too :). Thank you for being an amazing friend and support, I hope you'll like it! 💖

☆ SPECIAL THANKS TO @mrssimply ☆ for beta reading, helping out with everything, giving me suggestions that I ate up and making Santino suffer even more EHEH <3

Enjoy hurt/comfort with the sillies ^ ^ 💙🖤

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Summer was really hot this year in Italy, and it was the perfect time to go there. An opportunity to visit the young Camorra prince again.

Four months ago, John met Santino D'Antonio, second in line of the Camorra family and he hadn’t expected to actually fall in love with him. Not with someone higher rank than him, someone so beautiful and younger than him.

However, Santino had to keep their relationship a secret from his family, since his father was really strict and the thought of his son dating another man was never an option. So, Santino would lie, say that he was going out with friends and somehow that always worked. He was actually seeing his lover who would always take him somewhere beautiful on a date.

Another problem was, John was living in New York and he was coming to Italy for business reasons which was how he met Santino, but he promised he would visit him more often. And he did, like now where he’d taken some free days off work.

Santino was just getting ready, everything seemed like it was going as planned until his father decided to get drunk.

“Where are you going?”

Santino sighed and turned around to see his father.

“I'm going out with friends,” he replied, catching a hint of alcohol from his father.

“Really? Friends?”

Santino paused for a second, his father usually didn't care, why was he so suspicious now?

“Yes. You met them.”

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Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

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Dean Winchester x Reader 

Words: 1518

Summary: Alone on a hunt for the holidays, 19-year-old Dean calls up his childhood friend. 

Notes: I’ve been obsessed with Young Jensen content and I found this gif (Thanks to the creator!) and I really wanted to write something for a younger Dean. Call me lazy, but I didn’t want to include the hunt itself in this one. I thought writing the moments before and after would be cute, so enjoy! (Bit of a mess, but I hope you like it)

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“Hey Sammy, it’s me,” Dean started the voicemail grimly. It was the third one he’d left for his younger brother, “I know you’re not happy with me and that’s why you won’t take my calls, but dammit man, I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s just another hunt Sam. I’ll be back before you can say Hanukkah.” He thought for a moment before finishing. “Merry Christmas, Sammy.” 

He ended the message and tossed his phone on the motel bed with a huff. He knew Sam was pissed about him going on a hunt alone, especially over Christmas, but he didn’t think the silent treatment was going to last this long. Dad gave him an order and he wasn’t going to let him down. 

Dean sat down in front of a pile of books and sighed. He hated the research parts of hunts. He just wanted to kill the son-of-a-bitch. Unfortunately, he wasn’t totally sure what this particular son-of-a-bitch was. Over the course of seven years, 15 kids have gone missing right around Christmas time. No notes, no bodies, nothing. If his dad had any theories, he certainly hadn’t shared them. So research time it was. 

About three hours and two illegally obtained beers later, he had a couple of theories ready. It didn’t seem like a spirit or vampires, and without heartless bodies, it wasn’t a werewolf. Since the disappearances always happened around the holidays, he figured that the creature might have Pagan roots. Either that, or it could be a Grinch of a witch somewhere. Whatever it was, it was sure putting a dent in his holiday. 

Maybe that’s why he dialed the number. Sure, his dad told him he needed to do this on his own, but if it really was some Pagan entity, he wasn’t really sure he could take it on by himself- not that he would ever tell his father that. As far as his dad was concerned, Dean could handle anything that the dark world threw at him. But right now, looking at the Christmas lights through the frosty motel window, he wanted a friend. 

“Jack Frost, can’t say I was expecting a call from you.” Your amused voice made Dean smile. You had the phone wedged between your shoulder and your ear as you painted your toenails Christmas Tree green. Just because you were a badass hunter didn’t mean you couldn’t be festive. 

“Hey Y/N,” Dean chuckled, pushing away from the book covered table and cracking open another beer, “how’ve things been on your side of the Midwest?” 

“Oh, you know, vengeful spirit here, vampire there, nothing too exciting.” You twisted the top back on the polish and hopped off the bathroom counter, being careful when you walked so you didn’t get any polish on the carpet. “Mom’s been off with the twins, trying to give them a little bit of a normal Christmas up in Oregon.” 

“Why aren’t you with them?” Dean wondered. Your family wasn’t like his family. You and your mom somehow made it work. You weren’t usually separated, at least not for long. 

“I had a hunch that someone else was going to be needing me this year.” Dean let out a long, frustrated groan.

“Sam called you, didn’t he?” 

“Sammy boy was worried that you’d have a lonely Christmas so he asked me to hang around in case you needed some help.” You shrugged.

“Hang around? What do you mean hang around?” 

“Come to room 114 and find out Dean-o.” With a smirk, you hung up and waited at the foot of your bed, flipping through channels on the television. You settled on a channel that was playing The Year Without a Santa Claus. 

When you heard the knock on the door you walked on your heels to open it. Dean gave you an annoyed glare, but you could tell he was happy to see you. He barreled passed you, nearly knocking you off balance. 

“Watch the feet!” You whined, pointing at your newly painted toes. Dean rolled his eyes. 

“You painted your toenails?” He scoffed. “What are you? 13?” 

“Don’t be a Scrooge, they look nice.” You had long been able to handle Dean’s snarkiness. 

Your mother had run into John Winchester back in 1990 on a spirit case. Dean was 11, you were 10 and Sam and the twins were about 7. While your parents took down the ghost, you and Dean had to babysit. While he was obnoxious at first, the two of you got along pretty well. You bonded over being the oldest siblings, constantly having to look out for your kid brothers, worrying whether or not your parents would come home, remembering the parent that you’d lost, for Dean, it was his mother to a demon, for you it was your dad to a werewolf. 

After that, John and your mom would sometimes meet up if only to have you and Dean look after the younger kids. You even ended up going to the same high school for a while. Dean was probably the closest thing you had in your monster-hunting world to a best friend. And you, not that he would ever say it, were the closest thing he’d ever had to a crush. 

“I think I may have a lead on what we’re looking for here.” You informed, tossing him your journal. Astonished, Dean scanned the page. 

“How did you-”

“I’ve been researching gods in my free time.” 

“You are such a nerd.” Dean scoffed, taking a closer look at something you wrote. 

“Yeah well this nerd has saved your ass more than a fair share so shut it, Winchester.” You smirked, snatching back your journal. “Based on the case files of the missing kids, I have an idea of who we might be dealing with. Gryla is from Icelandic folklore and she, uh, eats naughty children.” 

“And here I complained about the coal.” Dean grimaced. 

“If we don’t figure out where she is, these kids become Christmas dinner.” While you dove into more research, Dean looked over your shoulder at the TV. 

“Are those puppets?” 

You scrambled to turn off the TV, but Dean stole the remote. 

“It’s a Christmas classic.” You reasoned, feeling yourself turn red. “I watched it with the twins all the time when we were kids.” 

“I think it’s adorable.” He leaned ever so closer to you without realizing it. Like a magnet pulling you together, you found yourself inching closer and closer until-

“Are we going to hunt this thing or not?” You suddenly exclaimed, backing away quickly. He was just kidding around. Dean was always pretty flirty. It was just part of your friendship. He didn’t feel that way about you- the way you felt about him. 

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You burst through your motel room door, half carrying Dean in with you. In a panicked rush, you sat him down on the bed and scrambled to find your first aid kit. 

“At least we beat the damn thing, right?” Dean smirked before wincing at the pain. His wound wasn’t life threatening, but it sure hurt like a bitch. 

“This is going to hurt.” You warned, turning on the radio to drown out any pained sounds that Dean made. As you cleaned the wound, his eyes were locked on you. You tried not to notice. It was the pain that was making him look at you like that. You covered the wound with a bandage and put a fair distance between the two of you. You hoped he couldn’t see how much you were shaking. 

“Everything okay?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine, Dean.” You lied, laughing nervously. “I just got kinda freaked out when I saw her attack you.” 

“You sure that’s all that’s bothering you?”

“I thought you were going to die, Dean, I think that’s a sufficient reason to be a little jittery.” Dean got up from his place on the bed and walked towards you. 

“We’ve known each other for how long, Y/N? I can tell when you’re not telling me the whole story.” 

You ignored him, electing to listen to the Christmas music coming from the radio instead. It was one of your favorites. You mouthed the words to yourself. 

“Through the years, we all will be together. If the fates allow.” 

“Fate hasn’t exactly been our friend.” You scoffed. 

“Huh?”

“The song. It says ‘if the fates allow’. Fate doesn’t seem to like us this year.” 

“I don’t believe in all that.” Dean said, shaking his head. “And if I did, it looks like ‘fate’ has had it out for me for the past fifteen years.” 

“Fair enough.” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching snow start to fall outside the window. Neither of you said anything. You both just watched the white flecks tumble down to the earth. You turned around and found him standing right behind you. It didn’t startle you. It felt like he was meant to be close to you. You breathed in slowly before whispering. “Merry Christmas Dean.” 

“Merry Christmas.” 

You didn’t need any mistletoe for what came next. 

[peaky-gray]

Save Yourself

Pt. 4/?

A/N: here is part 4! again, please let me know what you think and if you want more. thank you, enjoy! *if someone doesn’t get the reference i threw in at the end, i’ll cry ;)

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SERIES MASTERLIST

PART ONE.   PART TWO.   PART THREE.

After your panic attack in the alleyway, Bonnie took you home. You spent the day resting, at Bonnie’s request. Tommy was made aware of your situation by Polly, asking her after Bonnie had finished talking to him and left with your purse and coat. 

Tommy liked you; you worked hard, did your job well, and never caused any trouble. When you first arrived, you started as a secretary for Michael and it was quickly made clear that you could do much more for the company. Tommy never gave you an official job title, because you did it all, the legal part of the business that. You worked closely with Michael, monitoring the books, and meeting with businessmen to work out deals. While Michael was very good at his job and good with numbers, he made it a point for you to double-check his work every evening.  You knew he was doing it to try to flirt with you, he never had any errors yet always insisted for you to check because “Today might have been the day I messed up. You are pretty distracting.” Never once had he messed up.

Floating back down to reality after flashing back to that memory, you stared blankly across the kitchen table to where the chair sat vacantly. You and Michael would have breakfast together every morning, letting absolutely nothing stop the tradition, even if it was just tea on a busy morning. You loved Michael immensely. He was completely opposite of you, he was your perfect match. No matter how bad the business got you both had each other. After John’s death and Michael’s shooting, he proposed with a shiny diamond ring, the recent traumatic event making him realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. The two of you were in love at one point but you couldn’t pinpoint where exactly it ended. Maybe it never even ended, maybe you would never know. 

Arriving to work the next day, Tommy called you into his office. 

“Prudence, how are you feeling? If you need more time off, just ask, I don’t want you back if you’re not ready.”

“I’m fine Tommy. Thank you though.”

Motioning for you to sit down, he began to speak again with a small smile, “The Gold boy cares for you. Burst in here yesterday telling me that he was taking you home and you wouldn’t be returning until you were ready. Didn’t know he could get that aggressive outside of the boxing ring.”

“We’re just friends Tommy, nothing more.”

Tommy smirks, “Sure, Prudence. Now get to work. And if you need something, ask.”

You left Tommy’s office, heading into your own, eager to dig into your work and keep your mind off your troubles.

The week passed quickly, Friday approached much to everyone's joy.  That evening you and Ada got drinks, conversation flowing easily amongst the two of you. You and Ada had always been close, the first one in the family to welcome you with open arms. Being in the Garrison you knew no one would bother either of you, it was Blinder territory. 

“So, Prudence, I’ve noticed you and Bonnie have gotten close, he’s a cute one, hard to believe he’s a boxer. He looks like he couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Stifling laughter, “Jesus Ada, do I need to write up a bulletin that says he and I are just friends? Everyone seems to think we’re together. And yes, he’s very nice.”

Laughing, Ada asks, “Well why aren’t you two together? You are single since Michael is being a prick. You deserve happiness, and Bonnie clearly makes you happy.”

“I don’t know Ada. I still care for Michael, even if I shouldn’t. And Bonnie is incredible, but I just don’t know.”

“You think too much, Pru. Turn off your brain for a minute and let your heart make the decisions.”

Pondering for a moment, “You know what, I will.”

The universe must have heard you because in walks Bonnie Gold, high off adrenaline after just winning a boxing match. Not expecting you to be there, Bonnie had to do a double-take when he saw you.

Approaching you with arms wide, Bonnie yells, “There’s my girl!” Engulfing you in a hug and spinning you as you laugh into his neck, arms secure around you.

Setting you down, you look up at his brightly smiling face, “I don’t think I need to ask if you won or not, your smile says it all.”

“Were you doubting me, Ms. Jones?” Bonnie says with a laugh.

You laugh, “Of course not! What’s the prize this time?”

Bonnie responds quickly, “You are.” Behind you, you hear Ada choke on her drink. 

“Very funny Bonnie. You’re the winner here, what would you like?”

“I’m glad you asked. I want a dance.”

“Are you sure you don’t have a concussion? I don’t dance.”  You used to love dancing. You and Michael would dance late at night together, sometimes it was the only time you had together. Now, dancing had lost its sparkle. 

He laughs wholeheartedly, “Well you do tonight. Although I’m willing to take a raincheck, but only if you come with me to the bonfire later.”

After every won fight by Bonnie, Aberama would have a bonfire to celebrate the win with friends.  You had been invited in the past with Michael but never had the pleasure of attending.

“You have yourself a deal, Mr. Gold. Let’s go.” Telling Ada goodbye, you follow Bonnie out of the bar hand in hand.

Arriving at the camp you see people mingling amongst themselves. You notice Aberama chatting with one of his daughters. You smile and wave at him to yourself for a bit as you sat on a bench observing the party near the fire that shone bright and warm. Everyone was kind and enjoying themselves, congratulating Bonnie on yet another win under his belt. 

Later in the evening after people started to leave, Bonnie walked over to you on the bench. Holding his hand out, “I believe you owe me a dance. I made sure to wait until people left so you wouldn’t be nervous with people watching.”

Laughing, you put your hand in his, him pulling you up off the bench easily. Your hand still in his, you notice his bruised knuckles, dried blood only present on one hand. 

“Bonnie, your hands. Do they hurt?”

“No, dove. I’m used to it. Don’t think that’s going to get you out of dancing with me.” Bonnie says with a smile. All he wanted was a dance with you, nothing more. 

You and Bonnie started to dance by the fire in silence, swaying easily to an imaginary tune. Dancing was by no means your favorite pastime anymore but with Bonnie, it was easy and enjoyable, especially since he was thoughtful enough to wait for people to be gone. He noticed how uneasy you were around strangers and wanted you to feel comfortable, especially with him, always. 

Breaking the comfortable silence you asked, “So, is this a good enough prize?”

Bonnie looks down at you, “It’s perfect.”

“Are you sure I couldn’t make it better?” You said gazing up at him. 

“How would you do that?”

“Like this.” You lean up onto your toes, kissing Bonnie softly.

 Pulling away, Bonnie blushes a deep shade of red. You tease him with a smile, ”Are you scared of me, fighter boy?”

Bonnie smiles down at you, arms tightening around your waist, “No, that made it better. Do it again.”

Unable to tell him no and not wanting to say no, you kiss him again. Despite receiving no oxygen, your lungs felt light like you were on a cloud. Kissing someone never felt so right. You were finally happy again.

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WTF was that season 2 of Titans:

Long post ahead:

SO YOUR TELLING ME TRIGON IS DEALT WITH IN 15MINS OF THE FIRST EPISODE????????????????

Where was the FAMILY DYNAMIC from the first season???????????

I do not care about Dove and Hawk, they have their struggles so bland isn't the word I'd use but,,,, they were just pointless.......

Blame dick for something that wasn't his fault, then come running back to him when something goes wrong? Can't have it both ways...

We just ignoring Rachel turned into a demon creature???

I'm so so tired of Dick being angsty. And leaving Gar on his own????

Kory abandoning her family for a stretch because of a crown she doesn't want?

LEAVE GAR ALONE

Again, I don't care about Dawn and Hank

While I'm on the subject: Donna, Hank and Dawn, they can get f*cked, their hands aren't clean but they have the moral high ground here??

Dawn: "You should tell the kids Dick"... Why don't u tell them yourself? Your so "connected to Rachel" then act like it. But I guess the character is too much of a wet blanket.

Doctor light being taken out was unfortunate but I liked the subversion, put Slade up there in guys that don't mess about.

Superboy, oh boy. Love the character and how he was played. Love that he saved Jason by chance. Hate they introduced him in a whole episode to himself right after a crucial part of the story. Pacing hit the breaks so hard I got whiplash

Kinda the same as how Hank and Dawn were introduced in the first season, pacing is all over the place.

Hank and Dawn get way too much screen time for being side characters

Btw, Jason? I feel for u, but u not gonna have some sympathy for the guy that just talked you off the ledge? But all in all you deserve better.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO ANOTHER POINT.

Dick comes back and says: "Hey guys, Slade's in the house somehow" then he talks Jason down, admits his guilt, people leave, THEN ITS NEVER MENTIONED EVER AGAIN.

I REPEAT, HE LEAVES GAR AND SLEEPY SUPERBOY IN A HOUSE THAT TO HIS KNOWLEDGE SLADE HAS INFILTRATED SOMEHOW.

This was before they knew Rose was working for him, and before the "truce" he had with Slade.

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH, THEY ALL LEFT, GAR, ALONE, IN THE TOWER THEY KNEW TO BE UNSAFE.

Not that it's even Titans Tower... Just some fancy high rise

Jason and Rose were pretty cute tbf

Turned into prison break 2.0 and although I liked the new origin to Nightwing, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN COOL TO SEE HIM ESCAPE.

Btw: NIGHTWING IS IN THE HOUSE WOOOOP!!!

But if Dick gets the new costume, you could at least give Rach her peaked hood, I mean c'mon how hard can it be...

Love the Fever Dream that is Enko

And the whole dynamic of Bruce's hallucination with Dick.

Jericho is precious and is the best new addition to the show, better than Bruce, better than Connor, than his own dad tbh.

Krypto is the bestest of boys and is the only rival of the best new addition to Jericho.

Garth, Aqualad, y'know what, was enjoyable, good character.

(Also, Amazonians have pretty hard skin, so for a u put there saying how weak it was for Garth to die to a bullet, remember it was a bullet meant for an Amazonian warrior and that Slade wouldn't have shot a bullet that wouldn't pierce a super like that)

Can we have Kaldur come and pay respects? Like, they're practically brothers, I'd say maybe S3 but im not sure I want to watch it.

Rose "The titans are my family" Wilson, shut up, that's not earned, u were closest to Jason and he skipped on them.

Maybe if we had more development between you and Rachel and less OG titans doing the big SAD™, and less of H&D in general, that would've been more believable.

Good on Dick accepting her a second time tho, guy sticks to his guns.

Kinda

Also, U EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE 1, 1!!!! SWORD THRUST KILLS DEATHSTROKE, WHOS DAUGHTER CAN RECONNECT BONE AND LIGAMENT, GROW BACK A HOLE IN HER HAND???????????????????

Get on the level, decapitating him would be more permanent, he's got Logan healing beta version. Even a throw away line about his age (problems with his hands throughout if u noticed) getting to him so his heeling won't be as effective would have been better...

Donna Troy. Sigh. Maybe if you weren't written as such a, such a, such a pancake this season I would have cared that you died..

I don't..

But I do care how they killed you off...

A F*CKING POLE. ELECTROCUTED AFTER THE CLIMAX. THE DISRESPECT. THE AUDACITY. I AM SO MAD.

I just, I can't believe the writers thought that was a good move.

Have Hank sacrifice himself for Dawn, they can get their weepy moment now and not later distracting from the MAIN CHARACTERS again.

Also, SUPERBOY WAS STANDING THERE SND HE DID NOTHING. . . BULLSH*T!

[INSERT JOHN MULANEY GIF HERE]

YOU KNOW THE ONE

Also, Bruce just doesn't care about Jason huh?? Just gonna ignore him disappearing?

As much as I like Glen I did still feel he was abit old for the role, not quite Bruce Wayne, 15/20 years too old... But he acted the heck out of this more, feelingsy type, guess supes has been doing work on him in the league

Kory should have said Dawn's last line, I mean she's one of the MAIN CHARACTERS, and not a SIDE CHARACTER.

Also, how did we barely get any DickxKory this season???

Bullcr*p

And Rach just, LEAVING? Without saying goodbye to Garth, or MUMMA STARFIRE????????!!!!

And shut up Garth you never new Donna you have plenty of trauma to be sad about instead. WHICH DOESNT REALLY GET ADRESSED.

Maybe S3? Do I care????

This whole season was a mess. Trigon gone and not being the source of Rachel's alterations in powers is wrong. Because now there's no explanation. Yet. But they swept it under the rug so much that I don't care anymore, either have the risk of her messing up when it matters. Or don't have it at all.

I just. I'm so disappointed. The first season had its flaws but it was good. Didn't appreciate the cliff hanger. Appreciate it more than it being resolved quicker than I can catch a fly in my room though.

It physically pains me how much this season was badly done.

Like, no costumes. At all for some reason. A whole 10/15 mins dealing with a pointless plot point with Hank.

Just.

Treat your characters, especially the main ones.

Better. And with consistency.

Im in the UK and have waited months for this.

I can't actually remember when I was so let down after my hopes were so high.

F*ck.

P.s.

I am so sorry, I don't know how to do a "read more" text post on mobile

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Classical love story; John Deacon x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so in honor of our beloved goofball Joseph Francis Mazzello III’s birthday I have made a John deacon story that was requested to me on my wattpad. Now you can either read this as the real Disco deacy but in honor of Joey’s bday why don’t we all read it as a Joe mazzello!John deacon story. Sound good everyone? Great.

Now not really much warning except swearing, INSANE AMOUNTS OF FLUFF, a pinch of angst and above all JOHN DEACON CAUSE COME ON HE'S ADORABLE :) Also.....HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JOE MAZZELLO THE ACTOR WHO BROUGHT DEACY TO LIFE ON SCREEN. I bet he was proud of your performance my dino boy :)

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*1971*

I close my eyes and I just let the music take me away.  That’s how I’ve always done it.  As I gracefully played one of my favorite compositions by Beethoven “Bagatelle No. 25” in A Minor.  For as long as I can remember I’ve always just loved classical music, I guess you could say my first introduction to it was when my aunt took me out to see “The Nutcracker” ballet when they were performing at the London theatre.

And when I first heard that opening number and saw just how much music can tell a story without having any dialogue, I dove into all the classical artists.  Got my first piano lessons at the age of seven and got my first scholarship at the Royal Academy of Music.

The headmistress said that with my skills, I had reminded her of another bright young student that she taught long before me, who unfortunately quit the program and the school to pursue a dream of rock and roll.  I graduated with the highest grade in my class and even got Valedictorian after graduating the school.

Now after having graduated back in the Winter three months ago, I’ve been searching for jobs until I could hear back from the most elite orchestra in all of England, The Royal Philharmonic Orchestra.

By the end of the song, I opened my eyes and that’s when I heard the phone ring.  I walked over and picked it up and said.

“Hello?”

‘Hope I was disturbing your concentration my darling.’ I smiled and said.

“Freddie, long time no speak.”

‘I know right, we have so much to catch up on. In fact why not we do it tonight?’

“Tonight?”

‘Yes, come down to the pub right by London University.’

“Freddie you know I—don’t do so well in pubs. With the crowds and all.”

‘For someone who wants to be a concert pianist and doesn’t like crowds…..’

“Not like that Fred I mean—the drunkards that associate with pubs. The inappropriate ones.”

‘Well no worries darling, I’ll make sure Mary stands with you the whole time. C’mon please, for all the times I’ve told you about my new band, you have yet to come watch us perform. And I thought you were my Ohana?’

I smiled softly and said.

“I hate it when you use that word against me.”

‘That’s cause I know it works. And wear something cute, but not too slutty. I’ve got a special friend that I know you’ll like. He’s our recent bassist.’

“Wait I thought you already had one?”

‘Had to let him go, he was too much of an arsehole to keep around. But I’ve got a good feeling about the one we just found last week.’

“What time do I have to be ready by?”

‘I’ll have Mary pick you up at around 6. Our performance starts at 8pm.’ I looked at my clock at saw that it was almost 4pm.

“If that works for her.”

‘It totally does darling, ohh I can’t wait to see you. We need to hang out more. You’re always so busy lately.’

“Well what about you Mr. Lead singer. When can I expect that first album you promised me?”

‘Once we are sure the four misfits that we are can connect with the audience fully and eternally throughout the entire show.’

“See you later Freddie.”

‘See you soon darling, mwah.’

“Ciao Freddie.” I hung up the phone.  God that Freddie Bulsara.

Ever since Freddie and his family moved across from me and my family, the two of us have stuck together like glue.  We both had a love for the piano and he’s even kinda helped me come out of my shell a bit.

He’s always there with his arms open for a warm hug, a kiss on the cheek and a shoulder to cry on should the occasion arise. When life got stressful for me, I knew I could count on Freddie no matter what, day or night.

I got showered and dressed as cute as I could according to Freddie.  I went with a basic skirt and blouse along with some boots.  As I was putting on the last touches of my makeup the doorbell rang and I said.

“It’s open!” It opened and soon Mary’s voice called out.

“(Y/n)?”

“In the bathroom Mary I’m just putting the last few touches of my makeup on, fill free to take a seat I’ll be out in just a second.” After applying my lip gloss, I looked myself over before turning off the lights and went over to Mary who was sitting in my living room.

“Wow look at you.”

“Freddie helped picked it out when we went to Biba shortly after meeting you. He said this outfit was made for me.”

“Well he definitely has a sense of style. That’s one of the many things I love about him.”

“Yeah, well we best get going before we’re late. And trust me Freddie will never let us live it down if we’re late for a performance.” She nodded and we both left my flat.  I locked it up and we piled into Mary’s car and soon we drove off towards the pub.

After just being here for an hour, I was already starting to feel a little overwhelmed with how many people had come. Not to say I didn’t deny Freddie and his band weren’t good, but this pub looked practically packed, it was like the maximum capacity had already been filled.

“You doing alright?” Mary asked me.

“I don’t think this pub could be anymore packed than it is.”

“If you want, I can have us go backstage and we can watch the show from there. I’m sure Freddie and the boys won’t mind.”

“No I—I’ll try and toughen it out.” She rubbed my back and soon Freddie along with three other boys came up onto the stage. One that went behind the drums had long blonde hair and he was pretty handsome and easy on the eyes but he wasn’t really my type.

The one with curly hair holding a red guitar seemed like a nice guy, I especially intrigued at the SAVE THE BADGERS wristband that he wore.  But the person that caught my eye as well as make my heart go BOOM was the other guitar player.

He had long brown hair that went down past his shoulders.  He looked to be about my age or maybe a bit younger I don’t know.  But oh was he sure handsome, and—cute at the same time. Is that even possible to be both adorable yet incredibly hot?

“Hello all you beautiful people. Seems I’ve seen a lot of you before, but I do see some new faces which is lovely, thank you all for coming to our show tonight. We’d first like to start off by introducing our new bass player; John Deacon.”  John Deacon, it suits him.  “So all of those who have been with us since the beginning treat him well, if not then I’ll fuck you all over and not in the good way.” Typical Freddie, that was always his go too saying, especially when I first started dating awhile back.

“I think they get the idea Fred, right so we’d like to begin with our first number. It’s called Keep yourself alive, thank you.” The curly haired guitarist said before striking his strings and when I heard that first strum, it was unlike anything I had heard come out of a guitar.

Wow, why didn’t I ever come and see Freddie and his band before? They each had a wonderful sound that I had never heard from a rock band before, not even from the Beatles or even Elton John.

Freddie owned the stage like it was his, and he made sure that everyone in the pub felt included, the guitarist skillfully fingered his guitar with every note, the drummer kept in tempo with the song and I could definitely tell that he was passionate about drumming.

And John…..god why must he be so cute when he bops his head along to the beat of each song that played, or do a little dance step on stage.  And I know this sounds crazy, but I swore I thought John was looking right at me every now and then as he played his bass.  I couldn’t help but blush and look down shyly.

By the end of the show, everyone was clapping and whistling loudly.  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face and Freddie said in the mic.

“Thank you my lovely darlings, we are Queen. Thank you, goodnight!” The boys then walked off the stage.  Mary grabbed my arm and gestured me to follow her.  We walked out of the pub and into the university corridors before heading out to the back.

“Freddie!” she greeted.

“Hello my love.” Freddie turned and said as he smiled widely at his girlfriend.  The two of them kissed and he picked her up and spun her around making Mary giggle.

“Freddie, Freddie put me down!” she laughed which caused Freddie to chuckle.

“And you, my lovely darling.” Freddie said to me. I smiled and the two of us embraced each other.  He picked me up and swung me side to side.

“You guys were amazing!” I praised. “And you were incredible.”

“Well I had to give my bestest friend a show she’d never forget.”

“So this is the (y/n) you were telling us about?” the curly haired guitarist said.  We turned towards them and Freddie said.

“Yes, my darlings this is my most dearest and closest friend since childhood, (y/n) (l/n).”

“Wait a minute, didn’t you once perform at the London opera house last year?” asked the guitarist.

“Yeah. I was chosen to be the pianist for the live orchestra performance of Figaro.”

“So you—like classical music?” asked the drummer. I nodded. “So—why come here to a rock concert?”

“Rog don’t be a bastard!” hissed the guitarist lowly.  He turned to me and he said, “What Roger was trying to say is that….we thought a classical musician like yourself wouldn’t like Rock and roll.”

“Well while most of the people I perform with always talk bad about rock and roll. I actually find it quite enjoyable. In fact Freddie here got me into David Bowie and I’ve just found rock and roll enjoyable ever since. I just love to hear the sounds of a guitar and if struck the right way, it almost sounds like it’s singing.”

“Wow, so you did notice? Oh where are my manners, I’m Brian May.” He said as he held out his hand and I shook it.  “You know Roger of course.”

“I hope you really didn’t take it offensive love.” Roger said to me.

“None taken. I’ve dealt with Freddie for years and I’ve heard worse taunts and teases from him. You’ve got quite an ear for the drums and—was I going crazy or did I see you tighten your drums after a few of your songs?”

“You actually caught that?”

“Yeah. I—never knew you could do that to a drum.”

“I would be happy to show you sometime if you’d like.”

“Watch it Taylor. Just because you and I are roommates, doesn’t mean you get dibs on my bestie.” Freddie warned as he held me protectively.  “And last but not least, the man I wanted you to meet, our new bassist. Deacy.” Wait I thought his name was John?

“I—actually prefer John.” He muttered.

“No John just sounds so boring, especially after what I saw out of you on stage. So from now on I dub thee Deacy.”

“Well I…..”

“Freddie I think it’s a little early for nicknames.”

“Oh come off it, you know I love giving people new names, right bunny?” I blushed heavily and sneered lowly.

“Why must you call me that in front of people?!”

“Because it’s adorable. Just like you.” He bopped my nose as he said ‘you’. “Right now this calls for a celebration, drinks all around. Roger’s buying tonight my darlings!”

“Oi hold on a second Fred!” As everyone walked off, John and I stayed behind and I shyly looked at him.

God he was even more handsomer up close.  He had a great profile, but the thing that caught my attention were his eyes.  I cant pinpoint what color they were exactly but—they were beautiful.

“Freddie can always be a bit eccentric, I hope he hasn’t scared you away already.”

“Not really. I—I think I’ll stick around. He definitely has a vision for this band.”

“I know already he likes you already. Your bass playing was definitely what they needed. And he’s told me about all the other bass players before who were either so egotistical it made them arseholes, or they just sucked once they got on stage.” John looked at me and the two of us just stared at each other before we smiled shyly.

Wow this was so awkward, why am I like this? Why is my heart beating so fast, I just met John.

“Then I’m glad I went with the audition.” We both smiled at each other then before we could say anything else, Freddie came up and said.

“Oi you two done snogging each other or what?” the two of us heavily blushed and I squeaked out towards him.

“Get your mind out of the gutter you rotter!”

“Then either get your little bums in here or hop in the back of the van, because you two are immediately radiating sexual tension!” I chased after Freddie and he ran off screaming.

*John’s POV*

Is it wrong for me to say that I’m turned on by her strength? I mean Freddie’s told us so much about this friend of his but when I saw her it—it was like everything else in the world vanished except for her.  The second I saw her from up on stage, I almost forgot how to play on stage, but I didn’t want the boys to get pissed at me.

But every now and then throughout the performance, I would look right at her just to admire her beauty.  Now getting to talk to her, she was just so adorable, and the fact that Freddie calls her bunny I could see why he called her that.

Much like a bunny she was adorable with those beautiful (e/c) eyes of hers that just glowed.

I followed behind her and tried to think of a better conversation, god I can’t believe I made a complete ass of myself in front of her.

*My POV*

Throughout the rest of the night, I got to know Freddie’s bandmates better.  Like I was told that Brian is studying astrophysics and that he and his dad both built his guitar from scratch.

“You know Roger’s a dentist.” John told me.

“A dentist?”

“I was never a dentist.” Roger pointed out.

“He’s a dentist.” John teased towards Brian.

“He’s a dentist.” Brian agreed. I giggled softly as I sipped my strawberry margarita.

“So John, what do you study?” I asked.

“I’m still in school over at Chelsey studying electrical engineering.”

“Really?” I asked bewildered. He nodded. “Wow I mean I may be smart but not that smart. Is it hard?”

“Some things are difficult. It’s just a whole bunch of words meshed together as you read them, it’s once you get down to the real hard work that it becomes easier. I’m—actually currently in the process of making my own amp for my bass.”

“Really? That’s incredible.” I said in awe.

“Thank you (y/n).” we both smiled at each other and the two of us had our own private conversation while the others kept talking amongst each other.

I got to really know John extremely well that night.  I learned about his family, how long he had been playing bass, and what type of music he likes to listen to.  I also told him some facts about me, like when I got into classical music, what kind of Rock and roll artists and bands I liked, a bit about my family and my big dream of being in the Philharmonics.

By the end of the night as Freddie offered to drive me home, John piped in and said.

“Actually Freddie, if I could—I could take her home.” Freddie looked at him skeptically but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“Are you sure it isn’t for another reason Deacy darling?” he teased.

“No I-I-I was just…..”

“Lay off Freddie! Besides Mary looks like she’s about to pass out. You should get her home before someone else offers.” I said to him gesturing to a drowsy Mary who was leaning against Freddie’s shoulder.

“Alright, but if you guys do the deed tonight just be sure to use protection.”

“Okay we’re going now!” I exclaimed as I stood up and John followed behind me.

We went in John’s car and I told him where to turn in order to get to my flat.

“Again I apologize for Freddie’s bluntness. He just says what he wants and doesn’t think about it.”

“Guess that’s another thing I’ll have to get used to huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I admire him for that. To be honest, I’m kinda jealous that he can speak so freely. All my life I’ve just stayed quiet and let people speak for me.”

“But I have noticed you do have some hidden sass in you. If you don’t mind me pointing that out.”

“I don’t mind.” Sadly we reached my flat and as I turned to get out, he got out of the car as well and came over to open my door. “I hope you also don’t mind if I walk you to your door. Just, to make sure you get there safely in case you’re still a little woozy.”

“Thank you.” I said.  As we walked towards my door, I guess I must’ve been more wasted than I thought because next thing I knew, the tip of my sandal got caught along the curb and I went flying forward but it wasn’t until John caught me in his arms.

I placed my hands on his biceps and—goddamn they were…..something.

“You okay?” he asked me.

“Sorry.”

“For what? Tripping? You had no control of that. But aren’t you glad I came to walk you to your door instead of waiting in the car?”  I hummed a nod.  We soon arrived at my door and I unlocked it.

“Thank you again John. And it was wonderful to meet you. I—hope we can hang out again soon?”

“I’d like that.” He said with such a warm smile, it sent shivers up my spine and made my stress fade away.  He then surprised me by taking a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear.

I felt my heart stop as his finger softly grazed across my temple and the tip of my ear.  I could feel the slight calloused feel of his fingertips, and the two of us stared into each other’s eyes.

“Deacy.” I whispered.  It took a second for me to process that I had called him by the nickname Freddie had given him and I said embarrassedly, “I—I’m sorry John I didn’t mean it, it-it just slipped out. I won’t call you that if you…..”

“Actually it—it has a nice ring when you say it.” I looked up at him surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah I—I wouldn’t mind if you called me that.” I softly smiled and said.

“Well, thanks again for—for walking me to my door. And it was great to finally meet you.” He took my hand and did another surprising thing.  He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it and he said.

“It was great getting to know you too, bunny.” I blushed at the nickname but it gave me this warm feeling when he said it. I fiddled with my door handle before finally opening it and bid him one final goodnight before slowly closing the door behind me.

I leaned against my door and sighed blissfully as my heart almost felt like it wanted to explode.  He actually kissed my hand! Oh my god he kissed my hand! God I can still feel the tingles from that kiss.  His lips were so soft.

Well I guess there’s no doubting it even though I want to, especially since we just met tonight.  I am infatuated with my best friend’s bass player John Deacon.

Months passed and I began to get really close with John.  In fact the two of us have become practically best friends with each other even though I’m a few years older than him, it didn’t bother us.  But sometimes I do wish we could be more than that, but my damn shyness and introverted attitude just stands in the way.

We’ve already established a good friendship, what if I screw it up by admitting that I love him? I’d lose him. So I kept my feelings for him buried as deep as I could.  And I did find a perfect distraction for that.

You see just three weeks ago the auditions for the Philharmonics finally happened and I had been practicing for so long for years to hope for the chance to perform with them.  They said they would contact me soon with a letter and so every day since the audition I have been pacing with worry.

“If you keep pacing around like that, you’ll create a rut in your home.” Deacy teased.  I stuck my tongue at him and sat down on my couch.

“It’s been three weeks Deacy and there hasn’t been a single letter from them. Why haven’t they reached out to me?”  He set down some tools (my refrigerator has been a bit of the fritz and when I told him about it, he offered to take a look at it and offered to do it for free. So who can say no to that).

“I know you’re stressed (y/n), believe me I know how hard you’ve worked for that audition. I’ve caught you using some of our studio time to practice. You’re incredibly talented, I’ve never seen anyone strike the piano keys that way when it comes to classical music.” I smiled and leaned my head against his shoulder and that’s when I saw some mail fall through my mall slot.

We looked to each other and I walked over and gathered up everything.  Gas bill, cable bill, water bill, my monthly magazine prescription, oh my god—From the London Philharmonics.  I tossed the mail aside save for that one letter.

“Is it from them?” he asked.  I spoke not a word but quickly ripped the envelope up and unfolded the letter inside.  I read it over as quick as I could trying to get to the bolded part of whether I got in or not.

My heart at that moment became lead.

“(Y/n)?” I vaguely heard John say.  I collapsed to my knees and John knelt down in front of me. I saw him take the letter that had fallen to the floor and as soon as he read it, he looked at me with sad empathy. “Oh love I’m so sorry. Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me but I just felt numb.

Tears formed in my eyes and I let them out one by one.  At first it was just a trickle, then it formed into a soft whimper, until finally I just broke down.  I gripped onto Deacy like he was my lifeline and he not once released me or forced me to separate from him.  Instead he held on tighter and rubbed my back in soothing circles.

I don’t know how long I cried for, must’ve felt like hours till I finally stopped crying and just sniffled against Deacy’s shoulder.  As he rubbed my back, he gently rocked me from side to side in a gentle manner like I was a baby again.

“I’m sorry.” I choked out silently.

“No, you have no reason to be sorry. They are nothing but upper class arseholes. They wouldn’t know a good pianist if it bit them in the balls.” I sobbed out a laugh and sniffled.

“Oh god now I’ve gone and stained your shirt.”

“Oh this old thing don’t worry about it. That’ll wash off. I’m more concerned about you right now.” At hearing that I’ll admit it did make my lead heart feel a bit lighter than it did reading my rejection letter.

“It’s just—I hate you seeing me like this. I don’t like it when people see me cry.” He leaned his forehead against mine and rubbed my arms soothingly.

“Well…..if you don’t want me to see you cry, then maybe I should make you laugh instead.” At hearing him say that, I acted fast.  I stood up as fast as I could and tried to run but he came right up on me and playfully tackled me onto my loveseat and began tickling me along my ribs and sides.

I immediately was taken over by shrieks and laughs.  God why was he such a skilled tickler? Was it because of his years of bass playing? Whatever the case he was a sadistic tickler and he knew it.  Ever since I one night worked myself to complete stress that my back was killing me.

Deacy offered to give me a massage to help put me at ease.  Of course he was shy about the sudden offer he had said but I told him I accepted.  As he began with my shoulders, he lightly stroked across my shoulder blades which kinda tickled and ever since then he’s secretly exploited my weakness whenever it’s just us two together.

“Nohahaha…..Deacy stohahahap!”

“I don’t think I want to. Not until I know for sure you’re happy and forget about that letter.” I kept trying to push him off but he had me pinned right between him and the loveseat.

“Okahahay…..okahahahay! I’m Hahahahahappy! I’m haphahahahppphehehee!!” he then stopped at my request leaving me breathless.  We both looked at each other and he stroked a wild strand away from my face.  My heart was fluttering as he just stared down at me.

“(Y/n)…..”

“(Y/n) my darling! Have you……oh well.” We were both horrified to see not only Freddie standing at my doorway, but also Brian and Roger too. “If you want we can come back later dearies.”

“No! It—it’s not like that at all!” Deacy said as he quickly got off of me and I adjusted myself.

“We—we were just…..” I tried to explain but Roger interrupted.

“No, no, no you don’t need to explain. We’ve had a feeling this was going to happen. Now Bri and Fred owe me 10 quid.”

“Oh my god nothing happened here!” Deacy snapped.

“So what exactly was going on here?” quirked Brian. At that point I grew solemn again.  Deacy turned to me and asked me through his eyes if it was okay.

“I’d gotten a response from the Philharmonics…..”

“You did? Oh darling that’s fantastic!! When do you start performing with them. My darlings this cause for a celebration. Brian get the wine that’s in the car. Rog, her wine glasses are kept on the second top shelf over her oven.” Freddie suddenly jumped to conclusions.

“Freddie stop!” Deacy hissed.  At hearing his tone, all three boys were stunned.  I sighed heavily and I told them.

“I didn’t make it.” At hearing that, Freddie’s eyes widened with horror.

“What the fuck!?”

“(Y/n) we’re—we’re so sorry love.” Brian said as he came over and wrapped an arm around me in a comforting one armed hug.

“How could they not pick you!? You were the only reason why I give classical music a chance. Why would they not pick you!?” shouted Roger.

“Right that’s it. Rog get in the car we’re gonna throw some stones right through the windows of the Philharmonics hall.”

“I’ll drive Fred.”

“Nobody’s going anywhere.” Brian emphasized towards my two hysterical queens.

“Please guys I—I don’t want to even think about this anymore.”

“And we’ll respect that love. Won’t we Fred? Rog?” the two of them whined out exasperated but agreed.

“My darling forget about them. Clearly you were so good, they were threatened by you. You deserve better than them.” Freddie said as he came up and embraced me and rubbed my back.

“Thanks for trying Fred. But—what am I gonna do now? I’ve done all this work for nothing. I mean I knew there would be a slim chance, but after achieving so many scholarships and graduating Valedictorian of my class, it—feels like I’ve done countless of hours of practicing for nothing.”

“You’ll find something (n/n). Until then we’re here for you. Aren’t we darlings?” Freddie said to the boys.

“Absolutely.” Said Brian with a comforting pat.

“Without a doubt. And if you need me to bury some bodies, I’ll happily oblige.” Said Roger.

“Rog.” Lectured Brian.  It was then I felt Deacy’s hand take mine and he gave me a soft smile, telling me his answer.

“You guys are the best group of friends a girl could ask for.” They all huddled around me trapping me in a loving and tender group hug.

*John’s POV*

As I leaned my head against hers, Freddie and Rog weren’t the only ones who wanted to go up to the Philharmonics and raise hell on them.  (Y/n) is so gifted and incredibly talented, that I can’t understand why they wouldn’t take her.

But I knew that’s not what she needed right now, what she needed was us, but I hope she’ll want just me to hold her and assure her of her incredible talent every day for the rest of her life.  

That she’ll make it big one day and she can rub it in the Philharmonics faces that she got famous without them, and that they will forever be known as the group who lost (Y/n) (l/n).

We stayed in her flat and just had a small, casual hangout filled with junk food, take outs, booze, and desserts by the mile. By around nightfall she had passed out on the couch from all the wine she had drank.  Still slightly sober, I stroked the hair out of her face and slowly picked her up without trying to wake her up.

I took her down the hall toward her room and set her down on the bed.  I figured it’d be inappropriate for me to remove her clothing without her consent, so I chose not to do it.  But I tucked her in and prepared her a glass of water as well as found some medicine for her to take come morning for her hangover.

“You have got it bad Deacy dear.” I looked up to see Freddie leaning against her doorway.

“You’re drunk Fred.”

“I may be drunk…..but at least I’m not in denial. Unlike you two.”

“What are you talking about?”

“In all my years of knowing the darling, never have I seen her so invested with you. She’s told me you know. How much she loved you.” Part of me wanted to just think it was Fred messing with me like he always does, that the beer and wine was making him say this.  But then again—there was some hope in me that wanted to think that (y/n) loved me the way I loved her.

I looked down at her and brushed some strands of hair out of her face and couldn’t help but stroke her soft cheek with my thumb.  She stirred tiredly but leaned against my hand and even clung onto my arm.

“Just tell her how you feel and put us all out of our misery. Cause honestly Rog and I are sick and tired of the fucking pining.”

“Why can’t you just keep your busy-body nose out of this?” I said annoyed.

“Fine, but I’m not giving up till you both grow a pair and finally admit your feelings for each other. You’re simply meant to be. You’re her lobster.”

“Go to sleep Fred you’re talking rubbish.”

“Again I may be rubbish, but I’m not in denial.”

“Goodnight Freddie.” I said as I walked up to him and gently shoved him aside so that I could quietly close (y/n)’s bedroom door. I walked back over to her and couldn’t help but stroke her cheek again.

God what I wouldn’t give to fall asleep with her every night, and to wake up to her every morning.  Seeing her first and last part of the day, that would be the perfect heaven for me.  I lay down beside her but I didn’t get under the covers, just so she wouldn’t be freaked out come morning.

I stroked her cheek and she moaned tiredly and what she did next stunned me.  She scooted closer to me till her head was resting over my chest.  I almost wanted to move her but the second her arms wrapped around me, I knew I didn’t want to.  I stroked down her head and whispered to her.

“You’re talented love. And—so beautiful. Goodnight (y/n). I—I love you (y/n).” with a kiss to the crown of her head, I fell asleep holding her in my arms.

*My POV*

It had been about three months since my rejection letter.  Of course I’ll mention the next morning after my ‘cheer up party’ when I woke up to see me sleeping on Deacy, I won’t deny that I was shocked that I had actually forced him to stay with me.  But he assured me that it was alright and that he was happy to provide some comfort to me in my sleep drunk stage.

And I don’t know how he knew about it, but Freddie’s constantly teased me about it.  He says he’s determined to let us see the light and finally admit our feelings to each other, but I think he’s just full with a bunch of bullshit.  

No matter how much I want to admit my feelings, I just have this feeling Deacy won’t reciprocate my feelings.

That was until I received a message from Freddie telling me that he’d like to meet up for lunch as compensation for being a pain these past few months.  Figuring I’d get a free meal out of this, especially since Queen’s first album has been doing good on the charts and they are currently in negotiations with a record label.

I met with Freddie his place only to find that answering the door was Deacy.

“(Y/n) what….what are you….I-I mean not that I’m not happy to see you but…..”

“It’s okay Deacy. Freddie told me that he was willing to make up for his constant harassing of our ‘ordeal’ and buy me lunch. What about you? What brings you here to Fred’s”

“Actually he invited me here for the very same reason.” Oh that son of a bitch! “Think this could be another scheme of his?”

“Quite possibly, you know Freddie.”

“Ahh (y/n) darling you made it! Come on we have a special lunch cooking in the kitchen.” Freddie said as he pulled me into his flat and directed me and Deacy towards a table that was set up like what you would see in a fancy restaurant.

However instead of a white tablecloth it was a white bedsheet, instead of a grand candle set, it was two scented candles from the Yankee candle shop, with a bottle of wine set up.

“Have a seat my darlings.”

“But the table’s set for two.” I said.

“I know.” He grinned.  Deacy and I looked at each other nervously and turned away blushing. Since we were trapped, I took the first step and scooted one of the chairs out.  But before I could scoot my chair back in, Deacy came up and ever the gentleman that he is, scooted my chair in.

“Thanks Deacy.” He smiled bashfully and nodded before taking his seat opposite of me.

“Good afternoon madam and monsieur. I am Roger Taylor and I shall be your sommelier today. No wise cracks please.” He spoke the last part towards Deacy who merely held his hands up in surrender.

“And in the kitchen is chief Brian May preparing a delightful Italian dish for you both.” Freddie said as he set down the wine glasses in front of Deacy and I.

Roger poured us a thing of Sangria wine and they walked towards the kitchen.  I fiddled around with my hands that sat in my lap and Deacy said.

“I can’t believe they would resort to this.” I’ll admit that kinda stung a little. Was he—offended that he had to do this with me? “I—I don’t mean to offend you (y/n), I hope you don’t think that. I’m only referring to this bizarre delusion Freddie is under.”

“Oh yeah it—I mean he can live in his own fantasy world most of the time. Mad as a hatter I used to call him.” Soon Fred came in with a plate of pasta.

“Here we are my darlings.” He set the plate down along with a basket of bread.

“Uhh Fred, there’s only one plate.” Deacy said.

“Oh is there? Silly me. Sorry my dears that was the only clean plate we had. Someone forgot to do the dishes this week.” Freddie said speaking towards Roger.  Roger cut his finger along his throat telling him to shut it. “But I hope you enjoy it either way my lovelies.”

The two of them turned away but that wasn’t until Fred stopped and said.

“Oh silly me, Rog. Mood music please.” Roger grinned and went over to the vinyl record player and turned it on and soon Elton John’s voice began playing.  I blushed heavily and I saw Deacy look at Roger with a deadly look and I think he even flipped them off, but of course Fred and Rog didn’t take it seriously and just walked away.

“I mean…..it’d—be a shame if we just let this pasta go to waste.” He did nod in agreement and we both shyly scooted towards each other and we each took a bite of the pasta.  Oh my god this was soo good! I never knew Bri was such a good cook.

We continued to eat the pasta and occasionally look at each other as the beautiful voice of Elton John continued to echo through the room.  I took a few strands of pasta and put it in my mouth.  However I felt my head slowly drifting right and in a split second I found myself kissing the corner of Deacy’s lips.

My heart sped up and I quickly turned away from him feeling my face burning up like it was on fire.  I was probably redder than a tomato or even an apple at this point.

“I-I-I-I-I’m so sorry Deacy I….I-I didn’t mean to it just sorta….” But I was stopped when I felt Deacy gently cup the side of my face and press his lips to mine.  I was frozen in shock as I felt his soft lips against mine.  He separated but then realized what he had done.

“Oh shit I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have done that! (Y/n) I-I’d never…..” but I stopped him by kissing him again.

The two of us soon fell under the spell of the kiss as I ran my fingers through his long auburn brown hair and I felt him wrap his arm around my waist pulling me closer toward him.  My brain went fuzzy and all I could focus on was Deacy’s kiss.

It was then Elton’s song Tiny Dancer came through the vinyl and as we separated from each other he asked me.

“Would you care to dance?”

“I—I don’t know how. I’ve got two left feet.”

“I can teach you, better yet I’ll let you stand on my feet.” He stood up and held his hand out to me and he said, “Do you trust me?” I looked up at him and softly whispered as I took his hand.

“Yes.” He helped me stand up and we found an open space in Freddie’s flat.  He slowly wrapped his arm around my waist and kept hold of my hand with the other.  And just as he promised, he allowed me to stand up on his feet.  “You sure I’m not too heavy?”

“You couldn’t be any lighter if you tried. Just keep your eyes locked with mine okay?” I nodded and soon the two of us began swaying.  “(Y/n)….”

“Deacy I—” we both spoke in unison.  I chuckled awkwardly and said. “You go first.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah you spoke up first.”

“(Y/n) I—I haven’t been completely honest with you.” I looked at him confused. “I—I don’t want us to be friends anymore. Because….ever since Freddie brought you to see us on my first night with the band I’ve…..I’ve felt more around you. I—get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, my heart just—escalates to almost wanting to jump out of my chest.”

“Deacy I…..is it—sad to say that I feel the same way?”

“No not at all.” He said as he tucked a strand of hair away from my face.  I shyly smiled and lowered my head.  He softly chuckled and said. “Now I see why Freddie calls you bunny.”

“Why?”

“I’ve noticed that whenever you turn away all shy, especially when I tuck your hair behind your ear. You nose slightly twitches much like a bunny’s nose.” I groaned embarrassedly and hid into his shoulder.

I heard him chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me and I felt one of his hands stroke down my hair.  I felt him kiss the top of my head and he whispered in my ear.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s cute. Just like you.” I nuzzled further into his embrace and wrapped my arms around him as the two of us continued to sway.  We looked at each other before finally leaning close to each other, our noses softly grazing against one another making me smile before finally our lips touched each other’s.

*Freddie’s POV*

FINALLY!!! About fucking time they admitted it to each other.  I wish I had a camera right now because this was like a scene out of a movie.  The two lovebirds finally admitted their feelings for each other, and sharing that magical long awaited kiss.

I know Deacy will take such good care of my darling (y/n). The two of them were destined to be together, as I said. They’re each other’s lobsters and they’ll always be that way.  

I also look forward to the day they have children so that I can be named godfather and rub it in Roger’s face for the rest of eternity.

[destieltropecollection]

Destiel Trope Collection 2019 Day 10: Creature AU

Operation Little Red Riding Cas | @dean-cas-in-the-impala Rating: Explicit Word Count: 17434 Main Tags and Warnings: Criminal, Action, Drama, Humor, Creature fic Summary: Castiel Novak is a bothersome reporter from a local newspaper, who has compromising evidence against a mob boss named Crowley, known as The King of Hell. Dean Winchester, who works for Crowley is commanded to get rid of Novak. His plan to charm and lure the victim into a trap fails, when the sneaky reporter vanishes from the bar where they meet. But the thing Castiel does not know is that Dean is a werewolf and he remembers his scent, enabling him to find the gorgeous but impudent reporter, no matter where he goes.

Walpurgis Moon | @jemariel Rating: Mature Word Count: 5486 Main Tags and Warnings: Dean/Cas, Fae Castiel, Fae & Fairies, Case fic, fairy wings Summary: Written for the SPN Holiday Reverse Mini-Bang! Art by Pimentogirl. Dean bends low and plucks a sprig of tiny blue flowers. They’re pretty, he supposes. If you like that sort of thing. He plucks a few more stems until he has a small bundle. Behind him he hears a tinkle, like chimes in the wind. But when he turns - nothing. Only dark tree trunks. A brush of wind, like a feather or a leaf brushing his cheek, and he whips around, ready with a cold iron crowbar in his fist, but again, nothing. Except - is that movement? Between the trees? No. Just a trick of the moonlight. Probably. Dean meets a stranger. Be he friend or foe?

sunflares | @reallyelegantsharkfish Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2684 Main Tags and Warnings: Incubus Castiel, Demons Are Known, Human Dean Winchester, Demon Castiel, Asexual Castiel, Asexual Character, Wings, Horns, Cuddling & Snuggling, Naked Cuddling, Kissing, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic Summary: Dean’s hand reaches to guide Cas’s chin into another kiss. This feels like the fore-warning to satiation, the promise of a rich meal to come, and Cas’s wings curve forward to hold Dean closer to him.

Interspecies | @destielshipper2017 + @callmemisshorizon Rating: Mature Word Count: 60551 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Dean, Creature Sam, Shifters, Monsters, hurt Sam, Protective Sam, Protective Dean, Kaiju, Transgenics, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, antagonistic Ketch Summary: After being free for over 2 years, Sam and Dean were recaptured again by a secret government society that has been testing transgenic species for many years, in attempt to control them and use them for war purposes.

An Accidental Incubus | @jupiterjames Rating: Explicit Word Count: 40380 Main Tags and Warnings: incubus Dean, Angel Castiel, creature Dean, soul bonds, FOD Summary: On a hunt gone wrong, Dean finds himself cursed to be an incubus. While Sam and Charlie rush to find a cure before the change is permanent, Castiel decides to become Dean's "offering" when the hunter begins to deteriorate under the effects of the change.

The Quest for the Demon King's Heart | @cr-noble-writes Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12500 Main Tags and Warnings: Angst with a Happy Ending, Major Injury, Angry Sex, Rough Sex, Fantasy AU, Major Character Injury, Demon King!Dean, Wood Elf!Castiel Summary: In a fantasy land, Dean, the Demon King, goes to a distant guild to take a break from evil, where he meets a young adventurer, Castiel, on a quest to slay the Demon King. For fun, Dean helps and protects the adventurer, and affection grows between them. Then, they arrive at the gates of his castle.

Rescue Mission for Two | @pherryt Rating: Mature Word Count: 48478 Main Tags and Warnings: Fantasy AU, Soulmates, Creature Fic, First Kiss, Dragon!Cas, stubborn!Cas, border skirmishes, Captured, brief non graphic torture scenes, Magic, self sacrificing characters, Secrets, bed sharing, Telepathy, nakedness (but no smut), Dragons, Fairies, sick!Cas, Comfort/Angst, Angst, hurt!Dean, drugged!cas, brief section of Cas being drugged against his will Summary: Castiel thinks he's the last of his kind and doomed to live a life alone. He's hiding in plain sight, as a human soldier in Angels Outfit, fighting alongside other companies - including Lord Winchesters renowned cavalry, the Silver Hooves - when his soul mark unbelievably flares to life. Either he's not the only Dragon to survive the war, or he's bonded with a human. Before he can figure out which of his fellow soldiers it could be, he's sent across into enemy territory on a rescue mission. Lord Winchester's eldest has been captured and last rumored to be in Alastair's hands. Castiel can't say no, but the clock is ticking and if he doesn't find his soul mate, he will die.

Little Blue Dragon | @saltnhalo Rating: Explicit Word Count: 23820 Main Tags and Warnings: Dragon Castiel, blacksmith Dean, magic, soulmates, pining Summary: Dean Winchester may have a reputation for being a skilled craftsman and blacksmith, but his life is just like anyone else’s. He’s over-worked and under-slept, and it’s all because of the niggling feeling in the back of his mind that tells him he’s… forgetting something. Still, he can’t let his weird dreams or errant thoughts get in the way of his work and his love for his craft. The strange feeling goes ignored. That is, until he meets a man with jewel-blue eyes and an aura of intrigue. Castiel slots into his life in a way that Dean had never thought possible, and Dean grows accustomed to the mysterious man’s visits and brilliant smiles and tales of far-away places. He’d never known he was missing a piece of himself until he met Castiel, and he thinks that Cas might feel the same way. Until Castiel disappears from Dean’s life completely.

Ensnared | @saltnhalo

Rating: Mature Word Count: 10359 Main Tags and Warnings: Siren Cas, sailor Dean, shipwrecked, desert island Summary: As the current pulls him a little closer to the island, the singing grows stronger. It’s deep and lyrical and the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard and he’s suddenly overcome by the desperate, searing need to be closer, to hear it in all its intended glory. And as he passes a single spur of rock that juts out a little further into the ocean than the others, Dean sees him.

The Captain's Fishy Admirer | @sheinthatfandom Rating: General Word Count: 1958 Main Tags and Warnings: alternative universe-pirate, pirate dean, merman castiel, pirate ship impala, based on fan art, Summary: Dean Winchester is the Captain of the Pirate ship Impala, feared on the seas and is a wanted criminal. He's someone to be feared and respected, so why can't he get this cute merman to leave him alone?

The Crane In White | @drawlight Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9994 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Castiel, Romance, Pining, Fairytale, AU - Modern Setting Summary: Once upon a time, there was a little crane who fell in love with a human. He prayed every night to be made human to be with his love. Once upon a time, Dean Winchester finds a white crane.

Forget Me Not | @thebloggerbloggerfun Rating: General Word Count: 3638 Main Tags and Warnings: Ghost!Castiel, MCD (because he's a ghost), flowershop owner!Dean Summary: Dean gets a little more than he bargains for when he accidentally buys a haunted flower shop.

In the company of greatness | @angelneedshunter Rating: General Word Count: 4815 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate universe, Dragon!Cas, Knight!Dean, High Fantasy, Established Relationship, Praise kink, bonding, Summary: All Dean wants is to spend the holiday in peace with Cas. He spots trouble though as a girl approaches the mountain where he and the dragon Castiel resides in. That is the problem when you are dating a dragon. All the sacrifices interrupting your snuggle time.

secret of the sea | @saltnhalo Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2465 Main Tags and Warnings: Creature Castiel (Supernatural), Selkie Castiel (Supernatural), Kid Dean Winchester, Kid Castiel (Supernatural), First Meetings Summary: It feels like neither of them are breathing as Dean wades another half-step closer, the waves tugging at his waist now, his clothes soaked. How am I going to explain this? he thinks, this surreal moment that is happening even as he should be making his way back to the safety, the normalcy, of home. But instead he’s standing in the ocean as the sun disappears beneath the horizon and the stars begin to come out above, ignoring the bitter cold of the water to free a seal that watches him warily but almost seems to know that Dean is its only chance at survival right now.

As the World Falls Down (WIP) | @thursdays-fallen-angel Rating: Mature Word Count: 28251 Main Tags and Warnings: Fae!Cas, Half-Fae!Dean, King!Cas Summary: After his mom died, Dean swore off anything and everything relating to her heritage, going so far as to ignore the Fae blood in his own veins. The only magic he uses is to keep his inhuman qualities hidden, and as far as he’s concerned, that’s all he needs. However, when a Fae assassin suddenly appears and tries to kill Sam, everything is forced to change. With nowhere else to turn for help saving his brother’s life, Dean makes a desperate move and takes them both to the Fae Realm. Once they’re there, though, Dean quickly realizes that the Fae Realm isn’t nearly as idyllic as his mother wanted him to believe. Someone there wants Dean and Sam dead, everyone keeps secrets, and the king— The king may just be the most confusing part of it all.

The Offering | @deans-jiggly-pudding Rating: Explicit Word Count: 167703 Main Tags and Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, rape/non-con, incubus Cas, high school AU, religious homophobia, John Winchester’s A+ parenting, trans female character, porn with plot, smut, comfortably bisexual Dean Winchester, minor character death, conversion therapy, angst with a happy ending Summary: As a pastor's son, Dean Winchester is expected to be all the things he's not: the church poster child, compliant with every plan his father has for him, and of course, straight. Fighting the confines of his father's faith and the control it has over his life, Dean is caught in the middle of a teen lock-in activity that will change his life. The boys accidentally summon an incubus named Cas, and his demands are clear. Dean discovers Cas to be everything he expected... Yet, even the darkest of creatures has secrets of his own. Can they be together, despite who they are, and despite everything designed to keep them apart?

No Man's Waters (WIP) | @envydean Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 16326  Main Tags and Warnings: merman!cas, merman!Dean, merfolk, Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, War, Treason, Touch-Starved!Cas Summary: When Castiel is cast out of his territory for disobeying orders for war, he’s left to perish in No Man’s Waters, the treacherous depth between the Garrison Territory and the Huntsman’s Territory. Nothing survives there, and Castiel is barely holding on to life when one of the Huntsmen Merfolk comes to his aid.

Never Give All the Heart | @castielrisingabove Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 82096 Main Tags and Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Fae Castiel, Hunter Dean, Slow Burn Summary: Dean knows that fae are dangerous, but he's never crossed paths with one until he stumbled into the realm of the mysterious Castiel. Meanwhile, Castiel has spent centuries having no interest in humans...until Dean appears in his life, strange and demanding and intriguing. They can't really be falling for each other, right?

Inked Feathers, Wounded Skin | @lunastories Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 59237 Main Tags and Warnings: Fantasy Au, hurt/comfort, Harpy!Cas, Angst with a happy ending Summary: Retired hunters Dean and Sam live in a cabin in the woods, only occasionally taking cases from nearby villagers and those who need their help. Castiel is the very protective harpy that has been awkwardly following (stalking) Dean for years. After Castiel injures a wing, he is taken in by the Winchesters. As Dean tends to him, they form a relationship, and Dean slowly falls for the harpy. But the unique peach cream color of Castiel’s wings hides a secret; one he isn’t sure Dean could accept.

Dean and Castiel's Lagoon of Love | @almaasi Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12519 Main Tags and Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Romance, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Tentacle Porn, Explicit Consent, Dean's Tentacle Fetish, Sexual Roleplay, Octopus Castiel, Human Castiel, Cursed Castiel, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean, Witch Curses Summary: Castiel is presently an octopus from the waist down. But the curse is only going to last a few more hours, and there's only so long Dean can delay before asking Cas to act out the erotic anime closest to his heart: "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Pleasure". Cas is the tentacle monster. And Dean is the heartbroken princess, seeking renewal in the monster's lagoon of love. The storyline may not be complicated, but when their half-innocent roleplay becomes more sensual than they planned, their feelings grow complex. Dean can leave the paddling pool in the bunker garage behind, but once Cas has his legs back, he can follow. There are still feelings to resolve. Their story isn't over yet.

Lucid Nightmare | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 10202 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe, Emotional Intimacy or Die, Spooky Fluff, Darkfic, Romance, Adventure, Siren Castiel, Winged Castiel, Prisoner Castiel, Supernatural Elements, Doubting Reality, Lucid Dreaming, Dreams and Nightmares, Running Away, Road Trips, Consent, Dreamwalking, Sharing a Bed, Unconventional Format, Rhyming, Poetry, Unsettling Summary: there's fire in this city // sirens, ghosts, and earthquakes // one night, you protect me // and we run until dawn breaks // Or: A spooky, fluffy, mind-warping existential-themed half-fic half-poem, in which Dean saves siren!Cas from a real-life waking nightmare and drives him to Bobby's house for safety. But as Cas reveals more about himself and his past, Dean comes to realise he has to let his new winged friend enter his mind and dreamwalk, or else Cas will die.

The Tailor of Fairy Ridge | @almaasi Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 17957 Main Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Historical, Fantasy, Friendship, Pre-Slash, Fluff, Adventure, Tailor Castiel, Fairy Dean, Mute Dean, Dean Loves Pie, Dean Loves Clothes, Fairy Sam, Fairy Mary, Witch Charlie, Magic, Spring, Festivals, Kidnapping, Mind Control, Profound Bond Summary: A lonely, struggling tailor named Castiel discovers he has a fairy living in his shop, supplying him with clever new ideas for clothes every night. Dean is a glutton for all things sugary, and he doesn't speak a word. Of course, Castiel can't help but adore his company.

A Severe Case Of Fairy | @sternchencas Rating: Explicit Word Count: 38464 Main Tags and Warnings: fairy tale AU, fairy!Cas, angst and fluff and smut Summary: When Dean gets thrown into another world during a hunt, it seems like a fever dream that he wishes to escape, but it could also become the best thing that has ever happened to him.

[ohtheseboysilove]

The sunflower always finds its sunlight III [Roger Taylor x F!Reader]

Words : 3, 600 K +

Warnings : language, sad shit, angst, eating disorders, fluff

Summary :  Roger likes Reader since forever but the timing seems to just never be right for them. Reader is still haunted by her past relationship and kept rejecting Roger who know nothing about the abuses she had been victim of. After being rejected for the sixth time,  Roger thinks it’s time for him to move on…

 Note : Back in present guys, it’s time for slow burn and awful timing...

☀ Masterlist ☀

The next three months had been hard on you after your fight with Roger. You didn’t talk to him since, you wanted to apologise so badly but you couldn’t just bring yourself to do it, he probably hated you anyway. So you distanced yourself from the band, slowly but surely, you old demons bubbling back during these long hours alone. Freddie and Mary were trying to help but you didn’t want any help and they couldn’t do much when they didn’t even know what was the problem to begin with. You were back at your old bad habits from where you were a teenager : eating disorders.

Back in high school, like a lot of girls, you started hating your body and it resulted in you skipping meals more than you should have. You went through it but these last weeks, it had slowly crawling back into your mind, Donovan’s memories where more present these days, shadowing over you, feeling like he was still here and it was destroying you. The truth was you really thought you were doing better this last year about the whole Donovan thing but even if Roger didn’t know what happened, he had been your biggest support the past three years and now...you were all by yourself, leaving you with nothing else than sleepless nights, skipped meals and endless crying.

You knew you should talk to someone but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Not yet.

**

“I don’t know, Freddie...I’m pretty sure I am the last person Roger want to see at his birthday” You said with a tired voice, the singer had been harassing you these day to convince you to go out with them.

“Oh darling, you’re one of his best friend, of course he want to see you there ! Your little fight is becoming really ridiculous” The singer was certain than nothing could come between Roger and you, friends for life. But he didn’t know how many time you broke his band mate’s heart either so, yeah, maybe he would change his mind about it. “Come on, (Y/N). It’s a dinner for Rog, we rent his favourite restaurant for the night and invited only close friends so you have to be here, I see you at seven”

“But– asshole” The line disconnected so you hanged up and sighed deeply, you knew you had to go. If you wanted a chance to save what was left of your and Roger’s friendship, you had to.

You spent two hours finding an outfit for the night, something cute but not to tight, the last thing you wanted was that someone noticed that you lost too much weight. Especially Roger, Mary and Freddie, the only three of your friends who knew about your eating disorders. Freddie and Mary found out by your mom, who was worried after your left home so when she came visit you one day and met you friends, she told them. For Roger, well as you closest friend, he kind of guess it somewhere during you four-years relationship with Donovan, how the most subtle change in your mood could affect your appetite, after months of asking about it, you had finally tell him the truth. And that was probably one of the best decision because without him, you didn’t know how you would have ended after Donovan left.

You picked an adorable little dress and get ready, ignoring the nervous twisting in your stomach. You had no idea how Roger was going to react and you couldn’t help yourself but thought about the worst scenarios.

Few hours later you were in front of the restaurant, biting anxiously your lips. You were thirty-minutes late, thanks to the horrible traffic of London and now you could hear the loud sounds of conversation as everyone probably already arrived. Great. By only close friends, Freddie meant something like twenty peoples with their plus one and you found yourself incredibly...lonely. You entered the place and gave your name, and instead of going inside right away, you stayed in the entrance, trying to calm yourself. You had avoid everyone for weeks and suddenly you were about to appear like nothing happened ? Maybe it wasn’t a such great idea to be here.

“Where is she ?” You froze as you recognised Roger’s voice from behind the curtain, which leaded to the large dinning-room. “She is never late”

“Oh for god’ sake Rog, relax okay ? She’s coming, I talk to her earlier, she promise she would be here” You couldn’t repress a smile, the drummer wanted you here. This was a great relief, the nervous knot in your stomach turned into hundred of butterflies.

“Then where the hell is she ? I can’t have any fun at my birthday’s party if she isn’t here” You tucked a strand of hairs behind your ear, feeling blush creeping on your cheeks. You were so ready to make peace with Roger and have your best friend back...and maybe more ? The only thing you knew was that you didn’t want to lose him again.

You took a deep breath and pushed away the curtain, showing yourself to the boys with a timid but sincere smile. You locked your eyes with Roger, waiting for his big cheeky smile to paint on his face at your presence but he only knotted his brows together, looking rather surprise.

“(Y/N) ? I didn’t know Freddie invited you”

You tensed your jaw to not drop your smile right away as the reality slapped you in the face, he wasn’t talking about you earlier. The she was another girl.

“It was one of your surprise Rog !” Freddie hugged you  ferociously and let an arm around your shoulder, babbling about how great it was to see out of your place.

You were glad that the singer offered some kind of support physic because you could have collapse on the ground at any second, under the weight of the humiliation. Of course he wasn’t talking about you, what were you thinking ? The blond scratched his neck awkwardly but before he could say something, the look in his eyes changed to uncomfortable to excitement about something or rather someone right behind you.

“Hi guys ! I’m so sorry I’m late ! My shooting-photo ended later than planned, sorry Roggie”

Probably one of the most beautiful woman you ever saw walked by you and pressed her perfect deep red lips on Roger’s. She was a model without a single doubt, her leg longer than half of your height, she was a bit taller than the drummer with her heels. Her tight dress was showing her thin waist, her neckline wasn’t even too large to be called groupie, no she certainly wasn’t any girl, she was Roger’s. His hands ended on his hips as they kissed for a some long seconds, sweetly and you felt completely out of your place.

“It’s okay, dove. I was waiting for you to have some fun, only boring people with wives inside anyway” He winked and you swallowed thickly, shifting uncomfortably on one foot then another, wondering if the situation could become more awkward. “Hum, so Nina this (Y/N)...an old friend of mine. (Y/N), this my girlfriend, Nina” He smiled to the leggy brunette, their hands tangled together.

“Oh, that’s nice to meet (Y/N) !” She immediately hugged you and gave you the friendliest smile possible. She did sound really nice and god she was absolutely perfect physically speaking. “I’m counting on you to show some humiliating pictures of Roggie when he was younger”

“Of course” You replied with a toothy grin but you were clenching your teeth so hardly, it was almost hurting you. “I got plenty of them, it’s endless, trust me” You laughed awkwardly but no one since to notice it, thankfully.

Freddie, Roger and Nina chatted for few more minutes as you just stood here, nodding and chuckling when it was needed, all of your body tensed with shame. You just wanted to disappear six feet under ground.

“Well, (Y/N), it was nice to see you again, I have some people to introduce to Nina. See you later” The blond smiled politely and walked away, his arm resting protectively on the brunette’s waist.

“I told you he wasn’t mad at you anymore, darling” You nodded slowly and gave a sweet smile to the singer, hoping hiding your urge to cry at this instant. “Come on, let get you a drink” Freddie rubbed your back gently, silently telling you that he knew how hurt you were but as friend with both of you, he couldn’t do much, after all, he was the one who reunited you and the blond tonight.

**

You learnt that Roger and Nina were together only since two months but knew each other for longer, meaning he probably hooked up with here before he start seriously dating girls. They looked like they were together for much longer, as they were close and clearly into each other, Roger’s hand was always somewhere on her body.

You were sat next to Chrissie during dinner with John at your right and it honestly felt good to see your friends, chatting about random topics and sharing some laughs. You made your best to not stare at Roger during the meal but you couldn’t resist to steal some glances in his direction. You had miss him so much and you still did, you maybe or maybe not had some romantic feelings for him but first of all he was one of your best friend, you used to hang around each other a lot and because of your stupidity it had stop. You dearly wanted your best friend back.

You didn’t eat much, your fork playing with the food to make illusion as your brain was tricking thinking that you didn’t needed that food, you were fat enough compared to Nina. It wasn’t true but your clouded mind couldn’t see it. Freddie’s eyes were looking at you a bit longer than normal sometimes during the dinner so you made sure to eat at least your dessert, forcing your knotted throat to swallow every bite of the chocolate cake.

“So (Y/N), how your romantic life’s going ?” Chrissie asked to you with a curious smile. “You’re always so secret about it since Donovan !” You hated that this asshole was still in your group’s friends, even in America he was still in touch with most of them. But what it would have changed after all ? They all thought he was a good guy, you thought that too. At the beginning.

Well, I spent the last three years trying to forget what my ex-boyfriend did to me but the traumatises are still here as rather than spoke to someone I completely shut down myself and pretended everything was fine. Then I fucked up everything with Roger because I was and still am deeply affected by these memories and now he acted like a complete stranger with me. Everything is fucking perfect Chrissie, thanks for asking.

But instead you just said “It’s pretty calm, I’m focusing on myself for now” You lied through your teeth but the answer seemed to satisfied the brunette who dropped the topic.

**

You had stay more than it was politely needed at this party and now you were ready to leave, not seeing the point to staying any longer. Roger and Nina had been glued to each other all night, chatting to everyone who had come and honestly you had feel out of place all evening. You had nothing new to say and it was kind of pathetic compared to your friends who were doing great in their life. Brian and Chrissie’s wedding was in few months ; Veronica and John, who were already married, were expecting their first child in five months ; Roger had a new girlfriend who was a famous model ; Even Freddie had something to tell, his favourite cat Delilah just gave birth to four cute kittens. But you...you were still at the same point since Donovan left, nothing new for you.

“You’re leaving dear ?” You internally cursed Brian to catch you as you were trying to exit discretely the party.

“Hum, yeah, got work early tomorrow” You nodded and gave him a quick hug. “Say goodbye for me to the rest okay ? There so many people, I want to leave before the sun rise” You joked with a weak voice and disappeared outside.

You wanted to say goodbye to Roger but during all the evening, every of your interactions with each other has been awkward, thing that never happened before and god you hated that. Plus, the last time you checked, Nina was sitting on his lap, both of them drinking bubbling champagne, laughing loudly. You didn’t want to ruin the mood. After asking to the receptionist to call you a taxi, you sat on a random crappy bench, quietly waiting for it.

“It not even midnight and you’re already leaving ? That never happened at one of my birthday before” You blinked surprisingly when the drummer joined you on the bench, lighting a cigarette.

“Hum, yeah, I need to wake up early tomorrow” You coughed to hide how awkward you were, finding incapable to make conversation with him. After all, the last time you and him were alone ended badly, breaking both of your hearts.

“I understand” A silent fell between the two of you, the blond smoking his cigarette as you played with the hem of your loose dress. “Thanks for the gift by the way, it was really nice” He smiled at you and blew the smoke away from you, hoping you will help him make conversation.

“You’re welcome Roger” You replied with a little smile. He was lying and he knew that you knew it too. You had offer an expensive pair of sunglasses for his birthday and it was the lamest present possible you could have give. It was impersonal and unlike you.

The two of you had a tradition for both of your birthdays to offer each other duo gift and always enjoyed it together. This tradition was born at Roger’s twentieth birthday, it was only few months after you moved in London but you were already friend so when you heard he was a big fan of Bowie, you managed to get him two tickets to see him. He was so surprise from a such nice gift that he brought you with him, giving another dimension to your friendship. After that, for your nineteenth birthday, Roger offered you two tickets for Wimbledon as he knew you loved tennis and so you invited him with you to spend the day together. And it kept going during the next years, even where you were with Donovan, he was a bit jealous but he had to deal with it anyway.  You did some fun things together : Karting race – you went crazy and Roger thought you were totally suicidal – ; Vineyard tour and tasting – both of you ended drunk as you were supposed to spat the wine and not drinking it for the tasting part but none of you listened – ; The Reading Music Festival – you were high as a kite most of the night but it had been good fun – ; Cadbury world, the chocolate factory – you were still sick thinking about the amount of sweet things you ate that day – ;

The list was long and it was supposed to continue but with your shitty present today, you broke the tradition. God you were dumb and you wanted to prove to Roger you were still friends. So you chuckled gently and shook your head, earning a curious glance from the drummer.

“I’m sorry I offered you stupid sunglasses, it’s a complete ridiculous present”

“It’s not (Y/N), it’s really nice, I’m serious I love them” He tried to stay serious but when he saw the amusement glowed in your eyes, he let his lips curled into a grin. “Alright, it was rather...unexpected from you but you have your reasons. I’ve been a total asshole to you last time and I deserve these shades which make me look like a total wanker” The blond shrugged and let out a little timid laugh, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

You joined his laugh but your heart was aching at the memories and before he couldn’t understand what was going on, your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, babbling endless apologies.

“I’m so sorry Rog, I shouldn’t have say all these horrible things to you” His hands flew on your back, rubbing it gently as you sobbed against his neck. “It was stupid and totally wrong, I know you’re a wonderful boyfriend and I was just being defensive and I’m so sorry, you’re my best friend and now you hate me–“

“Hey, hey, breath, love. I’m not mad at you, silly girl” The drummer chuckled at the funny noises escaping from your nose. “But I will if you keep soaking my brand new shirt, it’s a Battistoni, love and it was bloody expensive” You chocked out a strangle giggle and took a step back, quickly wiped your wet cheeks.

“Sorry, it’s a really nice shirt, a bit posh for you but you do look like a smartass” You joked and put back correctly his shirt collar. The drummer rolled his eyes but when he slid his hand his shirt pocket and get out a handkerchief for your teary eyes, he couldn’t repress a cheeky grin. “No, you didn’t !” You gasped at the way too posh gesture and shook your head with amusement.

“I know, I look like a douchebag but I always wanted to try it. Just like the gentlemen in these old movies ya know ? Plus, the tissue was offered with the shirt so here I am” He gave your hand a kiss, making you giggled stupidly. God you had miss this dork. After the laughs slowly died, you looked at each other without knowing what to say. Were you friends again ? Best friends ? Or the last fight went to far ? “I’m sorry too (Y/N)” Roger sighed as he scratched his shoulder, chewing at his bottom lip. “You’re not a heartless bitch, you’re probably the nicest person I know, maybe a bit too nice sometimes” He gave you a half-smile and a chuckle escaped from your lips, he wasn’t wrong, you needed to toughen a bit sometimes. “I was just a bitter asshole because you refused to go on a date with me and when I say it out loud, it sound even worse, god. Can we just forget that night ? I miss my best friend”

You nodded eagerly, tears shimmered in your eyes from the emotions. Jesus, you really needed to toughen more than a bit. Roger’s words felt a bit bitter on his tongue, you were more than a best friend for him, so much more but he promised you and himself than the sixth time you rejected was the very last. So he stayed true to his words and if the only way to have you in his life was as a friend, he will accept it.

“I missed you too Rog” You hugged him again and this time, you melted into his familiar embrace, his comforting scent floating around you. It was definitively your favourite place in the whole word. When you both pulled away, you grabbed the new pair of shades hanging on his head and threw it on the floor before stomping on it seriously. He gasped loudly at your gesture, pouting like a kid. “Please, can we forget that for your twenty-eighth birthday, I offered you stupid sunglasses ?”

“I don’t know...shitty gift it’s better than nothing” The blond smirked and looked at you curiously as you energetically looked through your bag before letting a yell of victory escaped your mouth. “What it is ?”

“Your real present” You slid a white envelop on his hands with a sweet smile. “I bought them months ago but I wasn’t sure how tonight was going to be so I had the shades in case of you still hated me” You shrugged and watched his eyes twinkled as he discovered the inside of the envelop, taking out from it two golden tickets.

“Shit, you remember ! I thought you were too drunk for that” He giggled like a kid. You had got him a ride of hot balloon for two peoples, he had confess you during one drink night how much he would love to do that but the guys had make fun of him when talked about the idea. You were pretty hammered but you certainly didn’t forget. “Thanks (Y/N), it’s awesome...we should do that sometimes in summer, the view going to be so beautiful”

“You want to do it with me ?” You squeaked like a mouse, you didn’t expect him to pick you for this...rather romantic activity.

“Of course ! We always choose each other, it’s not going to change now” He winked at you and showed a toothy grin. “What are saying ? Want to be my hot balloon date ?” He added jokingly but there was a little tension in the air after the word date. You should say no, he had a girlfriend for doing this kind of thing and after you almost lost him, you shouldn’t take anymore risk. But you couldn’t bear to see this cheeky smile, which became your favourite through the years, fall from his features.

“Yes Rog, I will come with you”

**

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Quarantine Books!

To put it simply, I read a lot. Whenever I find my personal reality to be lacking I search for an escape to a far off land with magic and love and adventure. And lets face it, my personal reality is pretty tedious, especially since I’ve been stuck in quarantine due to COVID-19. As everyone else is also practicing social distancing and might find themselves with a bit of free time, I thought I might encourage you all to turn off Netflix and seek out an alternative form of escapism. 

Below is a list of some of my favorite and recent reads! Fair warning, they are all very much of the fantasy/romance/save the world genre. 

Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling

Need I say more? This series is a classic and if you have’t read it yet I’m not sure why you’re still on this page GO READ HARRY POTTER. Even if you have read it before I would really encourage you to reread it! I got so much more out of it the second and third (and fourth and fifth) time around! The boy who lived, loved, suffered, endured and smiled is a story worth hearing over and over. 

A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas

This series is amazing and is directly responsible for reconnecting me to reading in college. It follows the story of 19 year old Feyre, a certified badass. And the story doesn’t stop after the first book but gets SO MUCH BETTER. The second book, A Court of Mist and Fury, touches on depression and abusive relationships while continuing with an exciting plot. You won’t want to put this series down!

Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas

Buckle down because this series is long af, but so incredibly worth it. It begins with probably the most badass character I've come across, Celaena. Her journey throughout 8 books is filled with multiple plot twists, amazing characters and story of sacrifice, love and acceptance of who you truly are. 

City of Bones by Cassandra Clare

This complete universe created and perfected by Clare will always have a special place in my heart. Watching Clary and Jace’s story unfold throughout 6 books, 2 wars and trying times is so worth it. The author does an amazing job of weaving her fantasy universe throughout one of the most interesting places on Earth- New York City!

Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare

The prequel series to City of Bones takes place in 1800s London! The three main characters create a truly unique love triangle that I’ve never seen before, or since. Each character is so easy to love and I always, and I mean ALWAYS, cry at the end of the final book. 

Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare

The sequel trilogy to City of Bones takes place 5 years after the end of the Mortal Instruments series. I just have mad respect for Clare creating an entire universe and 3 different series within it that keep the readers interested. I wouldn't read these until after you have finished both of the two previous series mentioned!

Circle of Shadows by Evelyn Skye

I loved this book just because there’s nothing like a warrior best friend team that takes the matter of saving the country into their own hands. The second book in the series was just released and I’m planning on reading it as soon as I can. 

Abandon by Meg Cabot 

Perhaps not my favorite book, but it was a very easy read and is good if you’re looking for something short and simple. It puts a fun modern twist on the tale of Hades and Persephone. Not to mention it takes place in Florida!

The Crown’s Game by Evelyn Skye

Three interesting characters make for a fun read about magic in imperial Russia! I haven’t read the rest of the books in the series but am planning on it!

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer

It doesn’t get better than Forks, Washington. Even if Bella Swan isn’t the most sensational girl I've ever met, I dream of the day I have two extremely hot supernatural boys fighting over me. But seriously, is Bella like always crying or is it just me?

Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo

One of those ordinary-girl-discovers-she’s-extraordinary books which makes for a fun read. I’m currently on the second book. Netflix recently wrapped filming for season 1 of this upcoming TV series but hasn't released its debut date yet!

Snow Like Ashes by Sara Raasch

Awesome series set in an interesting fantasy world! It’s about a main character who has to come to terms with who she is and figure out how to save her people against all odds. Two cute boys definitely enhance the plot. 

The Cruel Prince by Holly Black

A twist on stories of the Fae, it follows the tale of Jude as she tries to be accepted in a world that is not her own. Plus, nothing gets your blood going like a hot enemy. 

Some classics I love:

Peter Pan

Pride & Prejudice 

The Swiss Family Robinson

Treasure Island

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer 

The Great Gatsby

The Call of the Wild 

The Hobbit (+ Lord of the Rings)

The Chronicles of Narnia

Bonus: Poetry!

100 Selected Poems by E.E. Cummings

Milk and Honey 

Mother Love by Rita Dove

The Complete Poems by John Keats 

Odes by Sharon Olds 

The Essential Rumi by Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

I HIGHLY recommended starting with one of the books that looks like this because they are truly some of my favorite! Finally, I thought I would include my personal reading list in case you weren't interested in any of the above. 

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo

Renegades by Marissa Meyer

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell 

An Affair of Poisons by Addie Thorley

House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J. Maas

Serpent & Dove by Shelby Mahurin

An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir 

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson

The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

Little Women by Louisa M. Alcott

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

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Christmas With You

Pairing: John x Reader

Summary: You spend your first christmas with John.

Word Count: 2875

Warnings: None

A/N: What was suppose to be a fic at first I turned this headcannon to what you see here now. Sorry for the mix up! I need to learn how to read things over.

Exams were Exams. You were on your last one for the day and you were happy it was the easiest one you’ve taken before your holiday break officially began. You didn’t care much for the holidays all too much, the older you got the less magic it had. You didn’t hate it but you didn’t care for it either. You were mainly looking forward to spring and the warm weather to come back. That and the end of the semester. Happy that you were on the last question, you smiled at your freedom. Walking out the door, you see John waiting with his books in his hand and all snuggled up in a winter coat. It made him look cute, like a small child.

“Hi.” You said as you give him a peck on his lips.

“Hi.” Walking out, holding your hand with a smile, he asks, “How’d you think you did?”

“Pretty sure I passed. It wasn’t too hard of an exam.” You said with a smile to return.

“Well how about we get some coffee to celebrate.” He responded back as you gave a nod. Even if there was nothing to celebrate, it was a ritual to go to the coffee shop whenever the both of you got done with classes. It was your guys thing even before you two started dating about a month ago.

As relaxed as two people can be, you and John spent the time conversing with each other about whatever came to the top of your heads, no matter how ridiculous. The conversation then turned to the reason why everyone was out for classes. Christmas.

“So what are you up to for Krimble?” John asks as he takes a cautious sip of his refill.

“Uh, nothing really. Sleep in and all. My parents are actually away on holiday now that I’m in school so, no plans really.” You explained to him. Although you would like to spend the holidays with them, you were actually happy that they finally had some time to spend together alone.

John looked at you with a bit of concern. He didn’t like the idea that you would spend the holidays on your own but he was going to be visiting his parents also. “Oh, well I’m going to be with my parents to help them set up a small christmas party but I’d really like it if you’d come along to it, if you want.”

You only smiled at his kindness as you went to hold his hand. “I’m sure it’d be a fun time if I went.” You didn’t think too much of it. You already met his parents beforehand but as a friend. This would be the first time you would see them as his girlfriend but it didn’t worry you that much. They did like you, which you appreciated and they were always so kind to you, a second family you could say.

During the days leading up to the party, You spent your time doing the usual errands and going to work while John did the same coming in and out of your apartment to spend time or have dinner with you. There was that day you hadn’t seen John. He rang you up a little late since he went to help his parents. He sounded so tired but he wanted to talk to you before he went to bed for you him to go out tomorrow.

“I really wish I brought you along today, really. There was a street fair happening and there were so many knick knacks and paintings and just so many things I wish you’d seen…” He sighed out in content. You could only imagine his sweet smile as he was telling you about his day. You could honestly fall asleep to the sound of his voice, always so soft in your ears. Gentle as though he’s never shouted a day in his life.

As he went on about his day while you listened to his sweet voice, he brought up the plan for tomorrow. “So I was thinking maybe we’d stop and have lunch and then go round my parents house to help them set up. Julia should be there a little later.”

“And what do you suppose we should have for lunch then, love?” You smirked as you asked.

“Of course the usual! A great big lobster with some oysters! Maybe even snails! Fancy enough for you, dove?”

“Oh very!” You laughed. His sarcasm and sense of humor is what made you swoon over him, even when you first met him. After the laughter has subsided, you then ask “What time should I expect you dear?”

“Sometime around noon. We’re not expected at a specific time, so we’ll just goof around beforehand.”

After things were settled and planned, morning seemed to come by in a flash. You were up and ready to take on the day. The day of christmas eve seemed so busy as you and John walked around town noticing all the last minute shoppers. The two of you only enjoyed your time together before heading over to the Deacon household, where there was a whirlwind of activity going on in there, and being the good samaritans that you are, helped with these chores.

Soon evening came around, you helped Julia and her mom with making dinner while tidying everything up. John went out with his father to finish up some errands and making sure the guests found their way to their residence.

The night was filled with laughter, stories, family, friends, and of course, some alcohol. Although it was a fun time for you all, you only found yourself speaking to either Julia or their parents as all the other guests were unfamiliar faces. John on the other hand, had to be the good son and speak with all the guests, such as his uncles and cousins as well as some work friends and neighbors. It was a bit hectic to say the least but fun over all. At times you find yourself talking to John in the kitchen before he gets dragged out to see another aunt from a far away land, but as the night dwindled down, you found yourselves to each other once more as you huddled up against his side while his arm was slung around your shoulder, his fingers playing at the tips of your hair.

You realized the time and how the both of you were beginning to be in the state of fatigue. Everyone else seemed to still have some energy as they kept at talking to each other, eating, and drinking. Lifting John up by his arm, he was ready to fall asleep. “It’s about that time we get home now, don’t you think so love?” He only nodded his head as his eyes were trying to keep open. You went to go find John’s family to let them know you both were heading out, giving them your thanks and goodbyes, you both found yourselves out in the cold. Walking a couple blocks with the both of you looking as if you were connected to the hip, you headed to the direction where most of the taxis would drive by.

The feeling of his hand holding on to yours while his head rested on top of yours as a temporary pillow only made you smile. Your poor boy was tipsy and tired and he only wanted to sleep. It was your mission now to get you both home and tuck him in for a good night’s rest.

You were happy that there was at least one taxi out this late at night for this time of the month because you didn’t know how long you were able to hold to John. You only relished on to the feeling of John snuggled up so close to you with his head still on top of yours as you rode all the way to his apartment. These little moments were what you really liked to think about and to live in.

Once you both arrived to John’s apartment, you fished for his keys in his pockets as he chuckles, saying, “Getting a little handsy there bean?”

“Come off it John, you know that’s for tomorrow morning.” You replied with a wink, unlocking his apartment door. He mainly spent time at your place as it was a little more spacious than his, at least by a few units. He also felt more at home there with you then he ever felt here by himself. And he’s lived in his apartment for a good amount of time. The thought crossed his mind to express that feeling but he thought that that should be saved for the morning as well.

The last time you were at John’s apartment was right before he asked you out. Both studying in his small living area as he left all the necessities to do so at home. A fond memory it is as it was out of the blue yet it was bound to come up at some point. Everything was the same since then. Neat, orderly, clean yet bare. There was nothing there to really indicate that there was actually someone living here. What made you chuckle though was the small plastic christmas tree that was on the coffee table with lights twinkling around it. It was cute in the sense that that was definitely a John thing to do. It was small gesture yet it showed how he was very much into the christmas spirit.

You two once again dropped yourselves on his couch, a comfortable silence taking over as your heads leaned against each other. You only had a smile on your face as you made sure to save this to memory bank. Taking a peek at John, you see that his eyes are closed. You leaned in to kiss his cheek and asked, “Got any hot chocolate?”

“Yes. In the cabinet left of the sink.”

“Would you like a cuppa?”

“Yes please, love.” He says in a small polite demeanor, as if he were a child.

Getting up, you took a second to look at John again, brushing his hair to the side of his forehead while he smiled at the touch. In the cabinets were packets of hot chocolate as you had the kettle going on the stove. With your back against the counter and arms crossed, you looked at the sight before you. All small and dimlitted, quiet and peaceful. For some reason you wanted to save this particular memory in your storage system as well. Nothing was going on but you could only assume that you wanted to save the atmosphere, the way everything felt in this exact moment.

Heading to John, you nudge him a bit as he was close to being knocked out and passed him his hot chocolate. Sitting up straight, he takes the mug from you and asks, “I hope you had a good time. I prayed that nothing embarrassing happened while you were there. Julie told me nothing did but, you know…” He chuckled.

You smiled at him taking your spot next to him. It was cute how he still worried about his family embarrassing him even though many of those occurrences have already happened. Baby pictures, 11 year old girlfriends from grade school, and so on. What else could possibly embarrass him that you hadn’t already witnessed? “No, I had a good time. I just didn’t know most of the guests there.”

“Neither did I and the funny thing is that the majority of them are family.” he chuckled taking a sip from his mug. You two talked about the events of today until you finished your mugs of hot chocolate. Looking up at the clock that faced you both, you knew you two were going to sleep in later than usual as it was nearing 1:30 in the morning.

The night ends with his arms wrapped around you and your head against his chest. His breathing soothes you into a deeper sleep while his head rests on top of yours once again, loving the feeling of someone holding onto him throughout the night.

Before you know it, morning takes over and you find yourself staring at one of the walls at your side of the bed. You blink a few times as you try to recollect the events from last night as well as what today is. You were excited about today as you quietly got off the bed and headed into the living you room where you left your bag to retrieve John’s present. Before you could even take it out, you hear John calling out your name in his raspy and groggy voice. “I’ll be right in!” you say in a tired yet happy tone.

Slipping back in the room, you see John with his back facing you while he stretched out his limbs. Taking a seat next to him, he raises an eyebrow at the package you have in your hands. You have a wide smile as you landed the package right on his lap, only for him to look down, realizing what the box is. “Seems that father Christmas has left me a gift!”

You scoff at his comment and say, “Ppff, father Christmas, it’s me you should be thanking!”

“Oh, I’m sorry love! Of course!” He says as he leans in to kiss your cheek. He then looks back down at your gift and starts to unravel what’s inside. His eyes go wide as he sees the gift that you got him. He’s in shock to see that you got him a brand new camera, obviously a replacement for his broken one. “Jesus! Y/N, this must of cost you all your savings! You didn’t have to get me this!”

“Deaky! Of course I had to get it! This was the one thing I was really looking forward to and I wanted to get the best for you. You deserve it.” John could feel his heart constraint a bit. He sees how the devotion and care in your eyes and it only made him question how lucky he is to find someone like you. You were too sweet to him and terribly caring. He knew from there how thoughtful you were and attentive you are to his needs. He only wished that he could be up to par with you as you deserved much more than him.

John leans in to give you a peck on your lips as he looks back down to his camera with heated cheeks. “Thank you love. I think it’s perfect, especially for what’s coming next.” He then gets up to his dresser that’s nearby and pulls out a dark blue velvet box and starts handing it to you but when you reach for it, he pulls away. You look up to him in confusion when he explains, “Now I don’t want to hear any “you shouldn’t have”s because if we’re being honest, your gift might’ve costed a lot more than mines.” He then hands you back the box as you look at him in wonderment. Inside contained a beautifully crafted wired necklace where it wraps around a crystal of your favorite color. You’re taken back at the fact that he had gotten you such a wonderful gift.

He takes back his seat as he looks down at the necklace in your hand. “Remember how I went to my parents to help them with some errands while there was also a street fair going on? Well I might’ve asked this nice lady to make a gift for my special girl and, well, I think she did a right job, don’t you?” You turn to look at him, feeling some tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck while burying your head into his neck. You were so happy in that moment, knowing that out of all the men that you have dated or would have possibly dated, he was the one that made you the absolute happiest. If anything, he was far better than any gift you had ever received and you never wanted to lose him. His face heats up once more as he feels you kiss his neck and ask him to put it on you. You blink away the small amount of tears that were piling up in your eyes and hand John the necklace. Sweeping your hair to the side to clasp your necklace, he kisses your shoulder while rubbing them as well and then lays his chin on top.

“Merry christmas dear.I hope there are many more to come…”

You turn to wrap your arms around him again saying “I’ll bet money on that. I can’t possibly imagine that this is the last christmas I’ll spend with you.” John gives you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen as he plants a passionate kiss to your lips. His heart swelled at hearing you say that. He loves where his relationship with you is and where it’s going and the fact that you felt this wouldn’t be the last of you two not only eased his mind, but made him think of future with you.

[qwertydashiell]

ok good omens thoughts so far (im on ep 4)

THE MUSIC IS AMAZING. the different versions of the theme at the end credits! the “queen” version of the theme!! it’s been in my head for 2 days

michael sheen and david tennant are SO GOOD !!!! it’s just so delightful watching the two of them together omg the chemistry is great

michael sheen really embodies the actual disaster that aziraphale is like...the Anxiety and Fussiness and him enjoying food so much lol and just him denying to himself how much he loves crowley while at the same time being like “NO CROWLEY YOU’LL GET HURT IF YOU DO THAT!!”

crowley literally staring at aziraphale while he eats in multiple scenes

the plants lmao

david tennant’s walk. also him acting without his eyes for a lot of the scenes but still conveying so much emotion.

was a little sad that they had aziraphale bring the dove back to life instead of crowley and also that they had crowley suggest killing the antichrist instead of aziraphale just deciding it on his own like in the book lol

john hamm is so funny as gabriel i love him

that moment where crowley miracles the paint stain off aziraphale’s shirt...omg

crowley being E x t r a when aziraphale says he’s nice deep down lol

the agnes nutter scene was great

don’t talk to me about episode 3 i’m still lying on the ground recovering

all the historical scenes were so good and cute. especially the church scene and the guillotine and when they fight over the holy water and just. they’re so in love! and then the final scene in the flashbacks when aziraphale gives him the holy water.........end me

i’m literally shook that they made this so explicitly a love story like the book is pretty light on the romantic subtext but the show is like so clear and it’s not just how they’re playing it as actors it’s like. the romantic music and the dialogue.......

but really the development of their friendship is so sweet like them kind of only having each other over all those years and going from their Arrangement to like, crowley saving aziraphale from inconvenient discorporation at least twice and doing little things for him like saving the books/getting people to go to hamlet and then aziraphale in turn being so protective of crowley and being scared he’ll get hurt or die

adam is really cute!!

also love anathema

the plot changes are really interesting i can’t believe aziraphale didn’t immediately tell gabriel where the antichrist is. and that he and crowley met up again instead of crowley sulking in his apartment for 2 days sorting his record collection

that Break Up Scene...was so sad lol but i loved it. crowley’s “we could go off together” !!!!! i can’t believe it

they really fed us so well with episode 3 my crops are watered my skin is clear

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Z Nation re-watch: 3x08 The One With the Election

It's the season's Sketchy & Skeezy ep! Woo!

Starts with 3 random dudes in a motorhome ramming down some zombies.

10k & Addy trim each other's eyebrows and I LOVE IT.

Addy: "Do you hear that?" Doc: "Addy, I'm an old man, I've been shooting a lot of guns, I don't hear shit." omg i'm dying

Doc: "I thought you two were dead for sure. What kind of luck is that?" Addy: "Dumb luck."

Sketchy asks if Addy has patented the electro-whacker lmao

Skeezy: "Breakfast is the most important drink of the day."

Reminiscing about Bill Clinton's problems as 'those were the days.'

Sketchy: "Addy. Addidale, if I may use your full name." Addy: "That's not my name." And then he calls her Abigail! I am ROLLING.

Another victim of the apocalypse. Sad.

And now he calls her Addilicious.

Skeezy: "Straight from his battles with the zombies in Congress! The 357th President of the United States: Thurston Howell the Fourth!"

Thurston Howell IS the dude from Gilligan's Island but Sketchy claims it's his real name and I do not believe him even though he says it in a way that is believable. Heh.

Skeezy: "Making America, America again!" SNORT.

Addy is into the dancing girls and I love it.

Doc is also super into the Mayor right away. It's so cute. I ship them.

Sketchy gives Skeezy's name as 'Wendell Lincoln Jefferson' these nerds.

Sketchy: "Lost causes are worth dying for!"

He asks to kiss the baby and it's a baby pig. lol

The Mayor: "Even in the apocalypse, people love kitsch."

The list of the first names on Sketchy's "I was in this line" list are great. All the rest are mostly too blurry to see. (Delondra Williams, who wrote this ep, is listed at 16.)

Mayor: "What are your qualifications?" Sketchy: "I'm alive."

His 'boss' was Blake Nelson.

Sketchy is ALSO talking about not wanting people to be afraid and it's goofy coming from him, but the thread is there all through this season.

Sketchy: "I'm going to build a wall around America! And I'm going to make the zombies build it!"

Sketchy: "Dig if you will, this picture." Well now I have When Doves Cry stuck in my head, THANKS A LOT DELONDRA.

Sketchy: "Safety is freedom." Murphy should use that slogan.

Erin: "At least he's doing something. Somebody's finally giving us hope."

John Jay Lannister arrives (I have a lot of feelings about this name) and is definitely a Donald Trump-alike.

Skeezy: "I saw the z's take him down by the dumpster! Nobody could have gotten away from that! Nobody!" TWD SHADE IS MY FAVE.

Doc: "Why save the world if there's nobody left to enjoy it?"

The guys from the beginning are heading to Wall Drug and are loaded for...torture I think.

Lannister: "You stole my pom pom girls." Skeezy: "Ehhhh they're pom pom women. That attitude right there is the reason you lost them." LISTEN. I think Skeezy, separated from Sketchy, would be a good boyfriend.

Lannister to Sketchy: "I should never have pulled you out of that anthill in Boise." Wow.

Sketchy calls Lannister 'short-fingers' and then Lannister calls him 'little fascist.' lol

Lannister wants to dig a bunch of large holes to capture zombies and use criminals as bait.

Lannister to Addy: "you there, with the eyebrows." Addy: "All right you mansplaining political hacks, you want to play?"

Everything about this episode is perfect.

I ship it. 

She's so badass.

Why does this lady poison the entire town because of a weird disease she got?

Sketchy knows to trust Doc and he doesn't know what to do. Skeezy wants the loot. I take back that he would be a good boyfriend.

Doc is using what he saw on Naked and Afraid to help Maggie. Hee. (Also coal would not work that fast but it's zombies so I'll take it.)

The three guys show up to claim (RIGHTFULLY) Sketchy & Skeezy are con artists. They're part of the Z Party. Their shirts are something. ("Don't tax me, bro" being a real standout)

Sketchy: I want to be a good person. Also Sketchy:

lmao Doc and Addy steal the stolen limo.

Everyone wrote in Doc for President. <33333

[writinanon]

Young Love

In this one Rook had a husband, the lovely David, and though they divorced they retain feelings for each other. David is a sweet, gentle loving man. He’s gonna get eaten alive by the Seeds.

  Rook and David had gotten married when they were teenagers, young and believing they knew everything about life. They tried to make it work for several years but found themselves in different places and quietly divorced but agreed to remain friends.

  The Resistance of Hope County and Project Eden’s Gate were at a tentative truce because there were hellish monsters eating people in the night. These monsters weren’t part of Joseph’s Collapse and they were killing indiscriminately making them a problem for everyone. Rook and some of the Whitetails had managed to free a group that was taken by the monsters. Among them was her ex-husband.

 “So, you got taken by monsters? I always thought the Cult got you.” She muttered as she was patching him up at the Station. Faith and Joseph flickered on the fringes, helping the Peggies that had been freed with the others. David laughed.

 “Just my luck, right? There’s a crazy cult and I get nabbed by monsters.” He grabbed her hand and looked at her. “Thanks for saving me. Again.”

 “That’s two you owe me, kid.” She teased, feeling heat rushing into her face. He grinned back at her and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles.

 “Deputy could you lend a hand? We need to reset the bone in his leg and Jacob isn’t here to help hold him down.” Faith called cheerfully and Rook sighed, gently pulling her hands free.

 “Duty calls.” She sighed and gave him one last smile before settling beside Faith to help poor man that had his leg broken.

  Rook chuckled softly as some of the children gathered around her listening to her retellings of Fairytales and magic.

 “Are you gonna be the Knight that saves Lady Faith, Ms. Deputy?” One of the little girls asked.

 “Uh…”

 “No way she and Lord John are gonna be together ‘member? He said he gots the church all ready for her.”

 “That wasn’t exactly…”

 “No way she should marry Mr. Jacob because he’s big and strong and he can protect Ms. Deputy!”

 “I think the Father and Ms. Deputy should be married ‘cause he loves her and just wants to make her happy. He says so all the time.” They continued to argue over who she should marry when one of them suddenly looked up.

 “Why don’t you just marry them all?”

 “Yeah! We can marry you to Father Joseph and Lord John and Lady Faith and Mr. Jacob! Then you can stay with us forever!”

 “Let’s go ask Father Joseph if we can marry him to Ms. Deputy!” They rushed off while she was still frozen in place.

 “What just happened?”

 “It looks like you just got yourself engaged to a bunch of crazy cult leaders via children.” David muttered and she jumped.

 “Jesus! Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

 “Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly. “You wanna get outta here for a bit? I found this little pond not too far away and there’s still a whole afternoon’s worth of daylight. Not that I’m scared. I’ll be in the sacred protection of Ms. Deputy.” He pointed at her with finger guns.

 “Ass.” She shoved his shoulder but followed after him. It would be nice to have some breathing room other than Jerome’s church.

  David was used to watching Rook, she really was a sight to behold. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Even when covered in blood and arguing about going back into the nest to try to get the other hunters, that had a few months earlier been trying to kill/capture her, and save them. Pratt, Grace, Jacob, and the Sheriff weren’t budging on the matter calling it a suicide mission. This did not put her in a good mood. He knew she’d need time to cool off and almost reached out to stop Faith and John as they tried to follow her but she was quick to snap at them.

 “I don’t feel like being drugged or drowned. Why don’t you fuck off and go pretend you want to save people somewhere else?” She hissed before turning on her heel sharply and storming off.

 “Mark me down as horny and scared.” Sharky muttered.

 “When she’s upset you gotta let her be mad for a while. Or she’ll bite your head off.” David sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

  Rook stomped into the river, dove under, and screamed. She surfaced, took a gulp of air, and dove back to scream again. She surfaced again and slapped the water around her. Once she’d tired herself out she slunk back to the river bank and settled into the field. She ignored the fact that Joseph had followed her and witnessed this act of childishness. She ignored everything but her frustration over the fact that there were people she couldn’t help, people she couldn’t save. She panted and glared at the horizon.

 “Your anger is justified.” She listened to him shuffle closer and sit next to her. “However, we cannot afford to lose you.”

 “I’m not worth any more then they are.” Her voice was rough, her throat hurt. She half wanted to scream again but didn’t.

 “You are worth very much.” She glanced at him and then flopped backward onto the grass.

 “Why are you so hellbent on saving me?”

 “The Lord works in mysterious ways.” He hummed and started to sing softly. Rook huffed and threw her arm across her eyes and felt her anger slowly loosening its grip. Joseph’s voice was stupidly pleasant to listen to.

  Rook was enjoying a quiet night not out on patrol, she was forced to relax by Jess and Adelaide with Grace dragging her to the Spread Eagle. She wouldn’t actually drink enough to full on impair herself, but she had a pleasant buzz, enough that she let John sit next to her and didn’t antagonize him deliberately. She was a touch worried that the more time she spent in the company of the Seeds the more she started to like them.

 “And with the Power of Yes so many doors open.”

 “Oh my god.” She laughed softly. “John that is like a very sick version of one of David’s marriage proposals please tell me you haven’t been asking for tips? I never actually said yes to any of his proposals; I was the one who asked him when the time came.” He blinked at her and she took a drink of her ale and shook her head.

 “Wait a second David ain’t lyin’? You were really married?” Sharky announced loudly.

 “Say it a little louder Sharky, I don’t think the whole county heard you.” He grinned and sucked in a breath, but Adelaide shoved a moon pie in his mouth while smiling brightly at Rook.

 “Now I know you know better than to ask a lady about her ex’s honey.” She glanced at him frostily. “Shame about it though, you and David are cute together. He seems like the perfect domestic housewife.”

 “David is a good guy.” She looked at the last dregs of her drink and shrugged. “We were better friends at the time.”

 “And now?” John’s voice was very controlled, it put Rook on high alert she looked over at him warily.

 “As of right now I don’t have time for a relationship with anyone. Monsters to fight and a County to Liberate.”

 “When this little rebellion is over then.” He smiled at her, they were nose to nose. “After you get the courage to say yes.”

 “John if I ever say yes it won’t be willingly. I’ll never give you the satisfaction.”

 “We’ll see now won’t we Deputy?”

 “Can you two just fuck already? This weird tension is giving me an awkward boner.” Sharky had eaten himself free. Rook reeled back from John’s space and blamed the heat in her cheeks on the alcohol she’d consumed before getting up.

 “Well I’m leaving before this gets any more uncomfortable.” She announced and speed walked out the door.

  David found Staci with Jacob and Rook. He wondered if he should be concerned that the Deputy was constantly half a step behind Rook or Jacob, he was never without one of them. He wondered how he was going to get him to go see the doctor when he was spotted. Jacob’s piercing blue eyes zeroed in on him and he tried not to shiver. The utter disgust and disapproval in his stare was unnerving and David had to wonder what he did to earn that reaction from the Soldier. Luckily Rook took notice of him and grinned waving from where they were standing. A Judge and Boomer were cuddling on the ground next to their respective masters.

 “Yo.” She called and he waved back.

 “Hey you guys mind if I borrow Staci? Doc says he hasn’t been in for his checkup.” Staci’s eyes widened and he looked nervously from Jacob to Rook and back.

 “Actually I haven’t seen Doc Brown in a while either, mind if I join you?” Staci relaxed a bit but kept his back ramrod straight.

 “Please tell me you’re not going to make references to cheesy ‘80’s movies the whole time?” He teased.

 “Nah only like four fifths of the time.” She smirked. “Mind watching Boomer for me Dave? Don’t want him getting a makeover.” She shot Jacob a look and he grinned at her.

 “You can always teach an old dog new tricks.”

 “I’d rather he not run around with a red cross on his face and without his tail. How else is he supposed to show he enjoys ripping a gun out of a Peggie’s hands and bringing it back to me?” She smirked before turning on her heel and Staci fell into step with her. “Thanks David!”

 “I didn’t agree to this!”

 “You’re the best! Please don’t murder him!” She yelled back and David had a feeling she wasn’t talking to him for half of that. He glanced back at Jacob and was once more having a death glare sent his way. Once Rook and Staci had completely disappeared down the hallway Jacob finally spoke.

 “The Strong don’t mate with the Weak.” He said ominously. “My Deputy doesn’t need any more Weakness than I already allow.” Before David could reply Jacob whistled and headed off with the Judge following him. Boomer stayed beside David but looked sad that his cuddle partner had left them.

 “Rook is in trouble boy.” He confided to the dog, resolving to talk to her about this once she wrapped up with the doctor.

  Rook was leaning back in Jacob’s chair reading something while Staci was being examined by Dr. Brown, who only shared a name with the character since she was a young woman in her forties and not a crazy man in his fifties, actual medical doctor not a half-cracked scientist that was right.

 “Peaches ain’t bit the Doc yet?”

 “I haven’t heard any screams so progress.” She glanced up at Jacob as he stood in the doorway. “From your lack of gore I take it David is still alive. Thanks.” She looked back down at the book in her hands.

 “For now the Weak like him have a purpose.” He stepped into his office and edged around his desk to stand behind her. Her shoulders tensed and she was watching him out of the corner of her eye.

 “Oh yeah? And what is that exactly?”

 “Cannon fodder for the Strong.” He leaned over her and she shallowed her breathing and kept still. “You shouldn’t let Weakness like that distract you Pup.”

 “According to you I am Weak.” She spat his words back at him. “Besides David has me to be strong for him.” She turned and glared at him defiantly.

 “You have Weakness, but you aren’t Weak. There’ll be no need to Cull you once this is over. But if you want to keep playing this game I can show you who is stronger.” They continued to stare at each other until there was a yelp from down the hall. “Sound like Peaches finally snapped.” She sighed and stood but wasn’t able to leave until he allowed her to. She frowned at him and he smirked at her before letting her pass to rescue the doctor.

  David caught up with Rook as she was heading to Faith’s Bunker to check in on the children and make sure that their food levels were still holding steady.

 “Hey can we talk?” He asked, not really having it be a question but knowing better than to try and corner her in confrontation.

 “Sure walk with me.” She motioned him to follow her. “What’s up?”

 “So I think that Jacob Seed is obsessed with you.”

 “I’m aware.”

 “You’re a – seriously? This doesn’t bother you at all?”

 “What am I supposed to do about it? We need all the capable allies we can get right now and afterward I’ll go back to trying to arrest them.”

 “Rook the more you’re around them the more you’re in danger.”

 “What would you have me do David? Stop fighting? Stop trying to free Hope? I can’t walk away from my home.”

 “What the hell is the Sheriff doing? Or that Marshall? Shouldn’t they call for the FBI or the National Guard? Why does it have to be you?”

 “Because no one else was strong enough, no one else managed to escape!” They stopped and were staring at each other. “Look I get it that this is all new to you and it freaks you out up I’m not going to stop fighting for Hope and I’m not going to turn away good help in our time of need, even if it means I have to suck up my pride.”

 “And when Jacob decides you’re too nice, too weak, and turns on you? What then?” David felt tears in his eyes and he knew he shouldn’t get in her space, but he couldn’t help it. Rook was putting her life in danger and he couldn’t stand it. He could never stand to watch her think so little of herself. “I love you. I can’t bare to watch you get killed for the good of others.” Her angry eyes vanished and she stared at him in shock.

 “David?” She whispered softly. They were so close to each other.

 “Deputy!” Faith’s voice rang out and then she was latching herself to Rook’s arm. “When you weren’t on time we were getting worried.” The children that Faith had, the orphans of the county, circled around them and effectively created a barrier between them.

 “Sorry we got caught up in conversation.”

 “Oh? Is it serious? If you’re nervous I could help you walk the Path, David. The Father’s Wisdom reveals all and will help you settle.”

 “No thanks.” Faith smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

 “Later then? I’m sure Joseph would love to have you among the Flock.” It sounded like a threat. David faintly realized it was a threat. Rook growled softly and glared at Faith.

 “Leave him alone.” Faith giggled and snuggled closer to Rook’s side.

 “When all the Monsters are gone we’ll talk more about Bliss and the Path.” She assured and tugged Rook away. David frowned but followed. He wasn’t going to abandon her and he was more than willing to fight for the woman he loved. Even if it was against two of the Seeds.

[buggie-hagen]

Sermon for Third Sunday in Lent (3/7/21)

Primary Text | John 2:13-22

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Dear People of God,

         Here we see that Jesus is not our cute, fluffy sheep. When necessary he can be severe, and as it is put “zealous” (John 2:17). A common depiction of Jesus is as the gentle shepherd holding and tending to his sheep. Which there is nothing wrong with this depiction. But the image of the gentle shepherd is not all there is to who Jesus is. What we learn from Jesus expelling the moneychangers and livestock from the temple is the Lord’s intolerance for the wrongful use of God’s name. It’d be like if we decided to open up a Walmart inside our church building and still call it God’s will. If we did, the same stern words would apply to us that Jesus told those who were selling doves, “Stop making my Father’s house a marketplace!” (John 2:16). Jesus flipping tables and pouring out the coins of the moneychangers is like putting an exclamation point on the fact that God’s kingdom is not something that can be bought! God’s kingdom comes to us not through the foolishness of money, but through the foolishness of the cross—which is the wisdom of God.

God is not some vending machine that we put a coin in and get a treat. By extension, this applies to God’s holy community we know as the Church. You see, God gives us of himself freely. Without cost. Well, without cost to you, it cost Christ very much, it cost him his life. But because Christ paid it all the gospel and its gifts are free of charge. As Luther wrote on this passage: “God has given all his gifts freely and from sheer mercy.” The gospel, free. Forgiveness of sins, free. Holy Communion, free. Holy Baptism, free. Assurance that nothing in all creation can separate you from God’s love in Jesus Christ, free. Grace, free. Faith, free. Justification, free. You cannot buy God’s love or God’s kingdom. This was Simon the magician’s sin because he thought that he could purchase the Holy Spirit (Acts 8:18-19). The Spirit himself is also God’s gift and comforter to us apart from any monetary contribution, apart from anything we could give.

Let’s address a misconception. Does this mean that we do not attend to any sort of matters with money in the church? Should we simply ignore the financial needs of the church? No, we can’t, for as long as we live in the world we have to operate under the mechanisms of the world, which includes money matters. There’s nothing wrong with making sure your pastor has a salary and can live a content life. There’s also nothing wrong with contributing money so that the church building is safe and welcoming. Nor is there anything wrong with gathering money as a church to help those in need. The witness of the earliest community of believers as recorded in the Book of Acts describes this: “All who believed were together and had all things in common; they would sell their possessions and goods and distribute the proceeds to all, as any had need” (Acts 2:44-45). What a wonderful thing to attain to. We certainly fall short in this matter. The big thing is, this is all done without force or coercion. The moneychangers were making the temple a marketplace. We provide a time for offering at the church not because we are a Walmart but because we want to make sure the ministry of the Word continues among us. This does not mean that we are putting a price tag on the gospel. We are not treating God’s gifts as commercial commodities. I as your pastor am not a salesman. Again, some insight I drew from Luther-- I preach at Christ’s command not at money’s command. I teach the divine Word so that you may believe in him. I administer the sacrament of the Body and Blood of Christ without an entrance fee.  I give you the absolution and forgive your sins without a cost as often as you desire. And if I am in need of the necessities of life, you support me…. but not from compulsion or as if you are buying eggs at the store. But in the spontaneous joy of Christian freedom. We as God’s holy community have an interest in maintaining the ministry of the Word.

After driving out the moneychangers the Jews asked Jesus, “What sign do you have for doing this?” (John 2:18). He said, “Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up” (John 2:19). They thought he was talking about the temple but he was talking about his body. The temple of God is not the building we worship in but Christ himself. And we become God’s temple in our bodies when we have faith and receive the Holy Spirit. When it comes to salvation we are completely passive. God is the active agent in saving us. Jesus saved us in his bodily death and bodily resurrection. It is through Jesus, not through vending machines, that we come to know who God is. For Jesus is “close to the Father’s heart” (John 1:18). God decided to save you not on the basis of money but on the basis of the cross. And so, we must always, always, always, proclaim Christ crucified. For through the cross and the resurrection we see the power of God at work to save those who believe. So no, you cannot buy God’s love for you. God forgives you your sins on account of Christ out of sheer mercy. Amen.