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cherrygarcia-07 · 24 days ago

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hi gorgeous! idk if this is like a good a idea for you to write of anything, but maybe some Spencer fluff when he sees his ex again after like a long time, and they are still into each other and maybe at some point Penelope founds out or he tells her or something and she's just like "OMG! you have to get back with her!!!!" or something like that, idk. just leave your creativity flow

Thank you so much for the req I loved writing this one so much!! I hope you like it!! And thank you for letting me include Penelope she’s lowkey my favourite to write for lol❤️

The Road Back To You // Spencer Reid☕️

Synopsis: After a painful breakup, Spencer realises he’s still hopelessly in love with you. With some encouragement (and meddling) from Penelope he finds himself on your doorstep, desperate to win you back.

Pairing: s6! spencer reid x ex girlfriend! reader (ft everyones favourite matchmaker, Penelope Garcia)

Genre: fluff… well he’s a sad little yearner for a while but it has a happy ending i promise!!

Word Count: 5.8k

Notes/Tags: Swearing once. Spencer yearns like crazy. He’s a little sad sorry but he’s okay at the end. Spencer is awkward as hell and has zero game but we love him. Talks about Haley’s death. Otters mentioned! Gay people mentioned! I honestly don’t have much to say but I like this one a lot!!!

masterlist // if you enjoy pls reblog!! it helps so much!!

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Otters are often seen as a symbol of love. They’re affectionate and many species mate for life making them synonymous with soulmates in a lot of people’s hearts. In February you can find them plastered all over Valentine’s Day cards, hand in hand as they drift on their backs together and refuse to let the water pull them apart. Of course many animals mate for life, it’s not anything otter specific- in fact it’s not even true for all otter species- but you always had a thing for them.

Your mug still sat on the counter in Spencer’s kitchen, two little cartoon otters fading away on the front with the words ‘otterly in love’ printed beneath them in a curly font. Just a few months ago you’d been perched on the counter yourself, tea-filled mug in your hand as you prattled on about the TV show you were currently watching. Spencer was stood opposite you, coffee in his own mug as he listened intently, truthfully not knowing what you were talking about but grinning stupidly all the same. Two opposites so similar. Now it just sat there empty and useless reflecting how Spencer felt every time he looked at it but he didn’t have the heart to get rid of it. There were traces of you everywhere all over his apartment, the ghost of someone who wasn’t dead floating around mockingly with every note still pinned up on his fridge with a silly magnet and every book of yours still tucked between his on his shelves. He was haunted by his own regrets.

It had been an ugly breakup, but not in the traditional sense. There was no screaming or shouting, no throwing or shattering. It was ugly in a quiet way, in the tears that dripped down your cheeks, the soundless begs for him to stay. A silent exit that felt louder than any argument you could’ve had instead- that you wish you’d had instead. A door that closed softly, sympathetically, behind him as he left that somehow felt like a slam that rocked its hinges. It was ugly in the feeling it gave the two of you deep in your hearts; that dull, agonising ache where you just wished the circumstances could be different. It was shortly after Haley’s funeral- after seeing what the job had cost Hotch, Spencer began to put up walls. He thought he was protecting you, you had thought he was protecting himself.

He saw your face everywhere he went. When he walked past your favourite bookstore and gazed into the window like he just couldn’t help himself he saw you scanning the shelves, brows pinched in concentration and your lips moving in silence as you read the titles along the spines with your finger hovering in the air in front of each book. He saw your face light up when you found what you wanted, excitedly but carefully prying the book from the shelf before running over to where he stood, usually by the foreign classics, to show him. He saw how his own face softened as you pressed your shoulder to his, smiling softly as you rambled and flicked through the pages of the book you were now holding between the two of you. The bell above the door rang out, harmonising with your airy laughter as he watched the two of you stroll out onto the street arm in arm, the book he’d bought you tucked tightly under your other arm before the memory faded into nothing, leaving the street empty before him.

It was like that no matter where he went; the café where you had met, the park you two would take evening strolls in after work, hell even in the grocery store he could swear he could see your hair whip through the air as you turned the corner of the aisle, the sleeve of your favourite jacket riding up your arm as you reached for something on a too-high shelf, your perpetually untied shoe laces trailing the floor as you stood on tip toes and-

Oh fuck, it actually is you.

Spencer froze where he stood, or at least he’s pretty sure he did. All he could hear in that moment was the static buzzing in his brain, like a thousand tiny Spencers were running around frantically screaming and shouting up there. His jaw hung open, eyes wide and dumb as he watched you turn towards him almost in slow motion, hair falling around your face like a picture frame. Your mouth was moving but no sound was coming out, at least not that he could hear. All he could focus on was the shape of your lips- so familiar yet now so foreign. Those lips he’d kissed more times than he could count, those lips that had always beamed in his direction except for the last time he’d seen them when they trembled and shook at his words.

“Spencer?” They called out. Your voice was muffled and hazy in his ears like he was only semi-conscious, but God did the sound of his name from your lips feel like heaven. You were staring at him, blinking expectedly like you were waiting for him to do something. “Spencer, you called my name.”

“I did?” He squeaked, voice hoarse as he forced it out. Did he? He cringed at himself for a moment before clearing his throat awkwardly, feigning confidence. “I did. Yes, I did, um-”

What are you doing? Say hello. Ask her how she is. Tell her you miss her. Sweep her off of her feet and tell her you’ll never let her go again.

“Your shoelace is untied.” Idiot.

You hesitated for a moment, visibly confused before glancing down at your shoe, kicking your leg out slightly so that your laces hung in the air between you. You were wearing your converse- the pair you’d bought to match Spencer’s. He noticed.

“Yeah, I know.” You replied, offering him an awkward smile. “You’d think I’d have learned by now, with the way you always panicked every time I tripped on the street.”

Panicked. Past tense.

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” He spoke quietly. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air. A thick, mournful silence stretched out between you, saying everything neither of you could voice aloud. Like Haley. Both of your gazes dropped to the floor, to your matching converse, before flickering back to each other at the same time. Perfectly in sync.

“It’s good to see you, Spencer.” You piped up eventually, your voice cutting through the tension slightly. He tried to ignore the stinging feeling in his chest hearing his full name instead of your usual ‘Spence’.

“It’s good to see you too.” He responded, a fond smile pulling at his lips despite everything. He just couldn’t help it when it came to you. “Really good.”

“How have you been? How’s work?” You asked, voice cracking slightly at the last word.

“I’ve been ok.” Not great, not good or fine. Just ok. “Work is… work.” His voice trailed off, not wanting to discuss the very thing that had split you apart. The very thing that had you standing away from each other making small talk instead of walking hand in hand through the aisles as you picked out what you were going to cook together that night.

“Ohmygod!” You chirped suddenly, a hint of excitement in your voice that lifted the tension just a tad. “You cut your hair!” Without thinking, like it was instinct, your hands flew up to his head, twirling a short curl around your finger. Spencer had to fight his eyelids as they threatened to flutter shut but he couldn’t stop the content sigh that left his lips- your hands in his hair felt like home.

“Yeah I did.” He breathed, leaning into your touch ever so slightly. “You always said it was getting too long.”

He remembers the way you used to sit with your legs swung over his lap as you toyed with his hair while some movie or TV show was forgotten in the background. One hand would be resting on your knee, the other wrapped around your back holding you close to him as you teased him, adoration lacing through your sarcasm.

“I’m serious, Spence, you could braid it!” You had laughed, holding his hair up in a ponytail, your hands a makeshift hair tie.

“You’re being dramatic.” He’d argued back, though the grin tugging at his lips betrayed the butterflies in his stomach as your fingertips grazed his neck.

“Oh yeah?” You’d challenged, hopping off of his lap and sprinting to the bathroom as he laughed after you from his spot on the couch. You came back brandishing a handful of colourful hair ties and hair clips, a mischievous smile plastered on your face.

Not long after you were leaning back against the arm of the couch, a camera in your hands as you laughed wildly at him, dolled up and blushing as he tried and failed to hide his face with his hands, giggling just as much as you until your cheeks ached.

Now, with your fingers still in his hair, the memory wrapped itself around Spencer’s heart like a rope, squeezing it as it pulled and pulled, threatening to rip it out of his chest entirely.

“Well I think it suits you.” You said softly. You didn’t pull your hand away. Instead you let it fall reluctantly, fingers brushing against the curve of his cheek, so gently that if he wasn’t so in tune with your movements he would’ve missed it completely, before dropping to his shoulder and eventually back at your side as if it never happened.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“It um-” Spencer began, trying to swallow the inexplicable feeling causing a lump in his throat, “my head gets cold sometimes now.” He mumbled, cringing at himself for the odd response. But you laughed.

You laughed that lovely, radiant laugh. The one so heavenly he was sure it would put the angels to shame. God, he wanted to hear that blissful sound for the rest of his life. His gaze shyly dropped from your face, no longer able to handle looking into those eyes that he used to get lost in for hours- he still would if given the opportunity, if it didn’t hurt so much to do so now. That was when he saw it, glistening between your collarbones, framed by your body and shining bright and beautiful. The necklace he gave you on your first anniversary. You were still wearing it.

Spencer breathed in sharply, brows pinched and nose scrunched as he dropped his gaze fully to the floor, the sound of your laughter still ringing in his ears as he blinked back tears. He let himself wonder for just a second about if you felt the same way. If you saw his face in strangers on the street, or if you heard his voice in your head when you were re reading the books he bought you. He thought about whether you still slept on the left side of the bed, or if you stayed in the middle now there was no him to make space for. Did you go back to hugging that stuffed animal you swore you’d outgrown now you didn’t have his side to curl into? Did you leave for work on time now that he wasn’t there begging you to stay in bed with him for just five more minutes as he peppered you with sleepy kisses?

A voice sharply pulled him out of his trance. Not your voice, no- not that serene melody that lead him anywhere with a gentle touch. This was a harsh, grating voice that yanked him out of his thoughts with so much force he almost face planted the floor. This was a man’s voice. Calling your name. His heart sank at the small smile that bloomed on your face as you turned to face the mystery man, and somehow the glow of your necklace- of Spencer’s necklace- seemed to dim against your skin.

“I’ll be right there, Nathan, I’m sorry.” You called back apologetically, waving at him in reassurance before he disappeared back around the corner of the aisle.

I’m sorry.

Spencer whispered the words to himself while your back was still turned to him, the words burning in the back of his throat. He suddenly felt foolish, like a burden mixing you up in his silly fantasies when you had clearly moved on in your life, yet he couldn’t help the way his body relaxed at the scent of your perfume floating through the air as you spun back to face him.

“I better get going.”

“You better get going.”

The two of you spoke in unison. Under any other circumstances Spencer would’ve found it funny how in sync you always were, how perfectly you slotted together like you were practically just one being. But now, his heart sank further, drowning in memories of you. Suffocating. Now it felt like a mockery. Like the current was too strong no matter how hard he grasped your hand, it was pulling you away from him.

“Yeah.” You breathed, almost remorsefully. You bit your lip, your hand flinching hesitantly before reaching out and resting on Spencer’s arm, your thumb rubbing small circles against his cardigan instinctively. “It was really nice to see you, I mean it.”

“It was nice to see you too.” He croaked, trying not to focus on the weight of your hand against him. Clearing his throat he spoke again, unsure whether he wanted to let you go or not. “It’s been a while.” He added wistfully.

“Yeah, it has. It definitely takes me a lot longer to proofread my work before I send it in now.” You chuckled airily, emptily, as you reminisced about the two of you cramped into one chair at his desk in the low lamp light of his apartment.

Spencer didn’t smile back. “I hope you’re doing okay.” He whispered, just loud enough, as he waved goodbye and turned on his heel, not waiting to hear your response. He just needed to get out of there. He didn’t see the way your hand lingered in the air for a moment after he left, how you stared blankly at the spot where he’d stood before forcing yourself to walk away.

The next day at work, he was somber. He was slumped at his desk, letting his coffee run cold as his hands ran through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, sighing to himself as he tried to force himself to think about anything but you. Everything around him felt as if it were in greyscale, even the Rubiks cube he kept on his desk seemed unsolvable as the blocks all faded into indistinguishable shades of lifelessness, so to say he was surprised when a bumble of colours came strutting into his peripheral would be an understatement.

“Okay,” Penelope’s voice sighed as her neon pink heels clicked to a halt at Spencer’s desk. “Spill. What’s wrong, boy wonder.” She asked softly, tapping his hand with the fuzzy topper of her pencil.

“Nothing’s wrong.” He lied, although he didn’t even believe it himself.

“You’re dragging your feet about the place and you’re giving me those little puppy dog eyes of yours and it’s hurting me, Reid, it’s hurting me.” She spoke sadly, pausing to perch herself on the edge of his desk and forcing him to look at her with a gentle tap of his nose. “I just want to wrap you up in a hug if I knew you wouldn’t freak out that I’m carrying all the icky public transport germs on my clothes.”

He smiled briefly, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Really, I’m fine, Garcia.”

“No, you’re not.” She spoke a little firmer, suddenly jumping to her feet. “In fact, up, come on. Come with me.”

Impatiently, she waved her hands in the air as she gestured for him to stand before beckoning him to follow her as her heels began clacking towards her office, Spencer trailing begrudgingly behind her. He really didn’t want to talk about it, but only a fool would dare try and escape Penelope once she was committed to taking care of them. In her office, she practically forced him into her desk chair, the wheels spinning it side to side as he adjusted himself. His eyes trailed the army of colourful trinkets and toys lining her workspace, though they couldn’t quite distract him from the bold FBI logo bitterly blinking back at him at all angles from the monitors all around.

“Okay, I have my therapist hat on,” she began, comically adjusting her headband on her head, “talk to me.”

“I’m just in one of those moods, I guess.” Spencer murmured, avoiding her gaze and picking up a small plushie kitten from the desk and turning it over in his hands as if it were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

“Uh-uh. No. You’ve got this sad, heartbroken little look in your eyes that pulls on my little heartstrings. I haven’t seen that look since- oh.” She cut herself off quietly, her eyes softening in understanding. “Is it her?”

Swallowing his emotions Spencer nodded, still focusing on the toy in his hands. “I saw her yesterday.”

“Oh!” She repeated, squealing a little as she clasped her hands together excitedly before she remembered the situation and promptly dropped her hands back to her lap. “Oh. Right, right.”

“Right.” Spencer echoed solemnly.

“How’d it go?” Penelope asked tenderly after a brief silence, scooting slightly closer in her own chair.

He shifted in his seat, squeezing his eyes shut as he contemplated whether or not he wanted to tell the truth. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure how it went. He knows how it felt for him, like every last bit of hope for the two of you had been squeezed out of him, but he frustratingly couldn’t get a read on you. Nor had he stopped thinking about you since.

“It was alright, at first. It was a little awkward on my part,” he scrunched up his nose, cringing at himself in retrospect, “and kind of sad but… nice.”

Penelope nodded along empathetically. “But then?”

“But then,” Spencer trailed off, stilling the toy cat in his hands before setting it down in defeat. “She was with somebody else.”

“Oh, honey.” She cooed, taking the plushie out of his lap and holding his hand instead. He usually wasn’t one to accept such gestures but in the moment it was comforting. “Tell me everything. Every word.”

“I mean I don’t regret what happened,” Spencer began after recounting the events to her, “at least I don’t think I do. I could never regret protecting her and keeping her safe but just seeing her there with him made me-“

“Jealous?” She cut in, raising a brow at him.

“What? No, not jealous, just-“ he tried to defend himself but he couldn’t think of anything else to say that could explain the ugly feeling bubbling in his chest, heinous and spitting like poison. Maybe he was jealous.

“Jealous.” She repeated, punctuating herself with another tap of her fuzzy pencil. “It’s okay, Reid. It’s normal. And for what it’s worth I think she’s totally still into you.”

“What?” Spencer squeaked, finally meeting her gaze with an incredulous look. “That’s- that’s ridiculous, Garcia.”

“Sweetheart,” She began, her voice taking on an ever so slightly teasing tone, “she was wearing your matching shoes.”

“They’re practical shoes.”

“She was still wearing your necklace.”

“Maybe she just liked how it looked with her outfit.”

“With her hoodie and converse? Yeah, sure.” Penelope cocked her eyebrow at him again, smirking slightly as she tilted her head at him. “Reid. My dear boy wonder. She played with your hair.”

“She was just commenting on my haircut,” Spencer insisted through stuttering words and burning cheeks, “that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh, come on!” She sighed, exasperated as she through her hands up. “That is classic, textbook I’m-still-in-love-with-my-ex-boyfriend. It’s yearning 101!”

He opened his mouth to protest, but there was no stopping the romance-loving adrenaline rushing through the veins of the meddling woman before him.

“You have to go after her.”

Spencer’s jaw dropped, mouth opening and closing rapidly like a fish as he blinked repeatedly in tandem. He was malfunctioning, evidently. “What? No!” He yelped, voice several octaves higher than before. “Garcia that’s crazy! Thats-“

“Genius!” She finished for him, a maniacal glimmer in her wild eyes as she beamed. “Oh it’s the perfect rom-com scenario.” She mused, clasping her hands together.

“I don’t watch romantic comedies.” Spencer replied deadpan. He bit back the word anymore. He used to, with you.

“This is the scene where the guy chases the girl through the rain,” Penelope began, ignoring him entirely, “or the scene where he jumps in a taxi and throws money at the cabbie and runs through the airport screaming her name right before she gets on the plane.”

“Plane? But she isn’t going anywhere.”

“Oh, will you shush? I’m being romantic. Something you should be doing with little miss love of your life right now.”

“I don’t know.” He sighed, sinking down in his chair and swivelling side to side in thought. “She’s moved on, Garcia.”

The defeated croak in his voice weighed heavy on Penelope’s heart. She often felt other people’s emotions in full force as if they were her own, something she saw both as her detriment and as her greatest triumph. But right now as she watched her heartbroken baby brother shrink into himself she wanted nothing more than to fix everything for him.

“You said his name was Nathan?” She asked, although she already knew, as she spun to face her monitor, pulling her keyboard towards her as her eyes locked onto the screen with laser focus.

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, concerned at the sudden steel emotion hardening her features. “You can’t just cyber stalk everyone you deem an inconvenience- that’s a gross misuse of FBI resources.”

Penelope said nothing but held up a finger with authority, effectively shushing him though he still glanced over his shoulder nervously like he was expecting the door to be broken down any second. In just a few seconds her expression melted, a satisfied look taking over instead as she smirked, tilting the screen away from him with her perfect pink nails.

“You swear they were together?” She asked, an amused lilt in her voice that had Spencer furrowing his brows in confusion. She was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I think so.” He replied warily, eyes darting between her face and her death grip on the edge of the monitor.

“Well…” She sighed dramatically, though the grin on her face only grew wider. “Nathan’s boyfriend isn’t going to be too happy about that.”

Slowly, she spun the monitor back to face him, revealing a social media post. Sure enough, Nathan was stood looking positively ecstatic, arm around another man and hugging him close. Warm candles lit up the room around them, illuminating the balloons strung up on the wall and the roses on the table. Beneath the photo in the caption read the words ‘happy anniversary, baby” with a string of heart emojis.

Despite his protests to Penelope’s sleuthing Spencer felt a weight lift off of his chest, chuckling to himself slightly and he’d never been so happy to be wrong about something in his life. He was just a friend.

“You already let her go once,” she began, speaking gently again, “you can’t afford to let her go again.” Her hand let go of the monitor, instead coming to rest on Spencer’s shoulder.

“But I can’t afford to lose her forever, either.” He uttered, voice broken with something between heartbreak and regret. “I can’t afford to mix her up in this world. To lose her like-” He stopped speaking abruptly, like the thought of it was too painful to even force the words out.

“Like Haley.” Penelope finished for him again, rubbing his shoulder as he dropped his eyes to the floor. “I get it, sweetie, I do. But are you really going to let her walk away forever over a possibility?”

“If it saves her life, of course.”

“I don’t mean to be a Debbie Downer, Reid, but you can’t guarantee anybodies life.” He nodded heavily, it was a reality the whole team was unfortunately all too aware of. “It’s not promised to anyone, whether you’re with her or not, so don’t let it get in the way.”

“I love her.” Spencer declared. Crisp and final.

“So go get her.” Penelope bumped his shoulder lightly in encouragement. “If not for you then for me, I miss my girl’s night partner.”

“I never stopped you from seeing her?” He turned to look at her, mentally running through every conversation they’d had about you incase he ever insinuated that without realising.

“I know but it’s basic girl code! Have you never seen a rom-com in your life? I could never do that to you.” She held a hand to her heart dramatically, like she was making an oath.

“Girl code?” Spencer echoed, confused, “but I’m not a-“

“Reid.” Penelope firmly planted both hands on his shoulders as she spun him in his chair until they were perfectly opposite each other, staring into his eyes sternly. “Go. Get. Her.”

“We still have 5 hours of work left.” He mumbled nervously.

“After work, genius. After work.”

“Right.”

Later that evening, after pacing around his apartment for what felt like an agonisingly long time, Spencer found himself outside of your door. Actually, he’d been there for so long he was half worried a neighbour was going to spot him outside of the window and call the police on him for loitering, but he just couldn’t work up the courage to knock on your door. The last time he had been here still haunted him and every time he looked up at the door he saw himself walking out of it, tears rolling down your face as you stood on the other side. Instead, he fumbled with the edges of his sleeves, repeatedly tightening and loosening his tie and occasionally reaching down into his bag and running his fingers along your mug tucked safely within one of his sweaters so that it didn’t shatter on the way over.

Desperately trying to calm his breathing, he finally made his way up the stairs, his legs trembling and threatening to give out beneath him with every step. Taking a deep breath, he reached out a shaking hand and gave three brave knocks on the wood, trying to ignore the nausea clawing at him from the inside.

He almost stopped breathing entirely when the door swung open moments later. There you stood. Perfect, ethereal you. The light of your hallway illuminated you in an angelic glow, a halo-like ring shining in your hair and Spencer swore in that moment that he had died and gone to heaven. You were only in your sweats and an old t shirt, glasses on and hair thrown up in a lazy ponytail, but he thought you were the most bewitching thing he had ever seen or that he ever would see for as long as he lived (which may not be very long given the way he was still holding his breath).

“Spencer?” Your voice was music to his ears. Raspy and sleepy in a way that had him wanting to tuck you into bed with a sweet goodnight kiss.

“Hi.” He barely managed, voice hoarse and jaw hanging open.

“Are you okay?” You asked, shifting your weight where you stood in the doorway.

“Yeah, I um-“ He started, losing momentum very quickly. “I didn’t think this far ahead. I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip, stifling back a chuckle. Even in your situation it was impossible not to fall for his loveable awkwardness, just the sheer Spencer-ness of it all. Before you had a chance to second guess yourself you were stepping to the side, holding your door open just a bit wider and gesturing for him to come in. He followed immediately, a precious look of disbelief on his face as you shut the door behind him. It felt weird yet comfortable to have him back in your space. Before the breakup, these walls had seen all of your movie nights and every meal you began to cook together before getting distracted dancing around the kitchen in the glow of the refrigerator light. It had heard every word, every compliment, every joke, every time you laughed or cried together, every soft snore as you slept tangled up in each other’s arms. Welcoming him in felt like welcoming him home.

“I’m sorry to stop by when it’s so late.” He found his voice eventually as he followed you into the living room. “You can tell me to leave if you need to.”

“Don’t be silly.” You smiled, sitting down on the couch. Carefully, he lowered himself beside you, keeping a respectable distance but you caught the way his fingers twitched at his side like he wanted to reach out for you. “I’d never turn you away, Spence.”

Spence. You didn’t mean to say it. It just slipped out. But you didn’t take it back.

“I wanted to apologise.” He fought his nerves and looked straight in your eyes, holding your gaze with a serious look that you couldn’t quite place.

“For what?” You tilted your head, unable to pull your eyes away.

“For everything.” The sincerity in his voice made your breath catch in your throat, the emotion in his words unearthing every feeling you thought you’d buried. “For leaving. Especially for how I left.”

“Spencer, I-“

“I thought I was protecting you. I thought that by letting you go I was keeping you safe, that I was doing what was right. But when I saw you yesterday… I realised I still love you. I mean, I knew I still loved you- God did I know- but I think I was denying just how much.” Your heart thudded in your chest, as did his, but he forced himself to keep going. “And maybe it’s selfish but I just can’t keep going around seeing your face everywhere I go, hearing your voice in every book I read, feeling your touch when it’s not there.”

He broke eye contact for just a second, glancing around at the room he’d once called his second home, and when he looked back at you there were tears in his eyes.

“You don’t have to accept my apology,” he continued, voice beginning to hollow, “but I just had to tell you. I had to try.”

To your surprise, there were tears forming in your own eyes. You hadn’t even felt them creeping up on you, no sting in your lash line before the drops were rolling down your cheek. Without thinking, like it was instinct to take care of you, Spencer reached forward to wipe them away and you leaned into his touch like it was second nature. His fingertips brushed against your face, the warmth sending a jolt through you that had you wanting to jump into his arms and kiss him until the break up was completely and utterly forgotten- but a small part of you was still hurting. And that part of you recoiled. You tried to speak, but the words came out hoarse.

“I understand.” You whispered. “It’s okay, Spencer.”

“No, no it’s not.” He insisted, voice low but firm.

“No, it’s not.” You admitted faintly, folding your hands in your lap. “But if you want to fix things… I’m willing to let you try.”

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding, his chest deflating so fast he thought it might collapse in on itself. His fingers twitched again, the nerves shooting through him as he processed your words.

“Thank you.” He breathed, barely audible at all. “Thank you so much. Thank you.” He repeated it over and over again like a prayer. He wasn’t even sure who he was thanking, you or whatever cosmic forces of the universe had decided to grace him with your existence in the first place.

“I’ve missed you too.” You moved along the couch until your knees were touching, and with bated breath you took his shaking hand in yours and admired how perfectly they fit together, like they were moulded just for one another. “I miss you every time I wake up alone from a bad dream and you’re not there to read me back to sleep. I miss you every time I smell coffee and it’s not coming from your mug, from your hands. I miss you all the damn time, Spence.”

He raised your interlocked hands to his lips, pressing a kiss so soft yet so full of raw emotion to your knuckles and you realised he was crying too.

“I swear, you’ll never have to miss me again. I’m not going anywhere this time, I promise.” And he meant it. He meant it with every fibre of his being.

“Good.” Was all you could muster. You believed him, and that was all that mattered.

A sentimental silence fell over the room as you both sat with your hands still entwined, except now your head was on his shoulder and he was pressing tender kisses into your hair the way he always used to. After a while, he jolted upright suddenly, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small object wrapped in blue tissue paper, which he carefully ripped off.

A smile pulled at you before you could register it as you saw the little cartoon otters on your favourite mug. You’d left it at his apartment the last time you saw him before the break up and hadn’t had the courage to ask for it back, leaving it behind alongside everything you’d left unsaid.

“I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to say what I planned to,” Spencer started, laughing at himself quietly. “So I thought I’d return your mug. Just incase I needed an excuse as to why I was here.”

You found yourself laughing too, heart blooming with adoration for your silly, awkward genius. “You can keep it.” You mused, resting your head back on his shoulder like it belonged there. “You’ll need it next time I’m at your place.”

Next time. Future tense.

A lovesick grin grew on Spencer’s face as he settled into you, to say he was in love with you would be underselling it. He was completely, inescapably enamoured with you- smitten, besotted, infatuated- there was no word in any language that could describe the depth of the love he felt. With a full heart, he took your hand in his once again and this time he vowed he would never let it go again, no matter how hard the current pulled.

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iloveboysinred · 7 months ago

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SNOWED IN.

|MDNI 18+ content | Sylus x afab reader

synopsis; Sylus surprises you with a week-long trip to a ski resort in Alaska.

cw; afab reader, no use of y/n, crack/fluff. Sylus and reader are whipped for each other, sylus is bad at skiing , Gets a bit spicy but not outright smut, an attempt at writing something cutesy for the holidays. instagram posts at the end <3 (lets all pretend alaska exists in the lnds universe)

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If there was one thing Sylus was exceedingly good at, it would be spontaneity. It seemed like every other week he had something new scheduled for the two of you. Whether it’d be a date to an upscale restaurant, or the grand opening of a new club he had recently bought; Sylus liked to keep you entertained.

Christmas was coming, and it was his favorite time of the year to spoil you and treat you to luxuries you’d never thought accessible before. This year he’d planned a costly week-long getaway trip to a ski resort in Alaska, complete with a cozy private cabin and various activities to make your stay as memorable as possible.

You were beyond excited, packing all of your warmest garments and feeling less than guilty clearing out your schedule for the entire week. Your heart nearly fluttered away from your chest when you heard the coded knocks at your front door. Sylus, your very own prince charming, was finally here to rescue you from the painful dullness of everyday life. Eager, you open the door and pull him inside before he could get a word in, his surprised grunt ripping a fit of giggles from your chest as you embraced him, rocking his taller frame side to side in your arms. Sylus laughed, affectionately petting your head when you released him, running around to collect your things and throw in whatever you thought appropriate.“What an excited little kitten.” He mused to himself, holding his arms out dutifully as you piled on suitcases and bags for him to carry.

You don’t even try to hide your appreciation, doting on him with warm kisses and words of gratitude as he finished hauling the last of your luggage into the car. He returned your affections with quiet mirth, cradling your face into the plane of his chest, lovingly sharing his warmth with you. “Let's go, sweetie.” He murmured into your hair after a while, regrettably pressing a sweet kiss to the crown of your head and opening the passenger door for you all gentlemen-like.

Mephisto cawed to you in greeting from his perch on the arm rest, quickly nestling into your lap when you sat down, cooing like a needy cat demanding his share of your attention. You complied, stroking the bird’s bill tenderly as Sylus started the ignition, driving at less than favorable speeds.

Arriving at the resort felt like you had just stepped into winter wonderland. Undisturbed snow stretched for miles, blanketing the large hills and mountaintops overlooking the resort in blinding white. Pine trees decorated the open plains, their thick branches weighed down with heavy snow, just barley blending in with the surroundings. You eagerly surged out of the jet, drinking in the scenery despite the biting cold. Sylus followed you out, handing the luggage off for the twins to carry back to your cabin.

“Excited?” Sylus tenderly wraps a thick scarf around your neck, pulling a lip of the knitted fabric over to cover your nose. You nod, rubbing your eyes to ease the soreness you felt from the beaming sun reflecting off of the white snow. “So, when do we start skiing?” you turned towards him with childish enthusiasm beaming in your eyes, jet lag long forgotten. He only smiled, taking your hand in his “let's head to the cabin and change first. The vacation would go to waste if you catch a cold.” You obliged, feeling a bit ahead of yourself, but still unable to stop yourself from drinking in your surroundings as he led the way.

The cabin, albeit sizable, was as cozy as you had hoped. Familiar aromas of cinnamon and nutmeg greeted you as you opened the door, your eyes blinking appreciatively at the old timey lamps stationed at every corner of the cabin, bathing the room in a comforting glow. The large floor to ceiling curtains suppress the outside world’s natural light. In the living room area, a large bearskin rug laid out in front of a river-stone fireplace, complimenting the assortment of fur blankets and bedding neatly folded on the couch for you to use.

The bedroom itself matched the interior decoration, two matching nightstands sat at each side of the large bed, complete with layers of thick blankets and pristine pillows. The nightstands themselves each had its own lamp, and two satin sleep masks folded neatly over a set of matching robes for the both of you. Before you could even begin to strip down and change into appropriate attire, Luke and Kieran leisurely stroll in through the door, dropping duffel bags onto the hardwood floors, whatever was inside hitting the floor with a loud clang!

“We bought the skiing gear you requested, boss.” Luke chirped, pulling down the bottom part of his ski mask, his nose rosy red from the outside cold. “We even got the extra stuff you wanted. The gift shop is impressive” Kieran added, cheekily grabbing one of the complimentary pastries left by the staff and handing Sylus what you guessed was his credit card. They exchanged a few more words you couldn't make out, only hearing their enthusiastic shuffling before the door shut behind them.

Turning around you met Sylus’s gaze, mischief dancing in his eyes as he walked towards you with the two duffel bags in hand. “Better suit up sweetie, the twins are waiting for us at the bunny slope.” you eagerly grabbed the bag he outstretched to you, hurrying off to change.

To your surprise Sylus had sent you ahead, claiming he needed to unpack a few things before he could feel truly comfortable heading out to join you. In the meantime, the twins kept you company, racing you down the gentle slope a few times before moving on to a different hill. You became the designated photographer, the three of you snapping pictures and laughing as you wandered up and down the resort, your cheeks growing numb and flushed from the biting cold. You watched as Luke and Kieran raced down the ‘black diamond,’ the two of them darting past each other and leaving long tracks in the snow, their shouts of excitement nearly drowned out by the wind. It was then that you noticed nobody else was waiting in line to take a turn. The resort was basically a ghost town, save for you and the staff.

Briefly, you wondered if Sylus was planning something. It wasn't unusual for him to rent out or even buy a space for just the two of you to enjoy, but his insistence for you to go ahead without him and his quiet exchange with the twins raised alarm bells in your mind.

Kieran’s panicked shouts drew you out of your thoughts a second too late. You felt them before you saw them— the impact of twins crashing into you was strong enough to send the three of you toppling over into the snow. Recovering from the initial shock, you broke out into a fit of laughter, the twins awkwardly scrambling off of you, their hurried apologies coming from all angles as they helped you to your feet. Distracted by the sheer comedy of the moment, you just barely missed Mephisto’s loud cries from overhead, signifying Sylus’s upcoming approach.

The crow descended from the sky like a hawk, clicking and cooing as he landed on your shoulder, shaking his feathers out in protest to the wind. Sylus appeared soon after, fully decked out in ski gear and heavy clothing, you would barely recognize it was him if not for the aura and presence he exuded, effortlessly maintaining his elegance despite how silly he looked with his oversized snow goggles and weighty ski boots, exhibiting the classic penguin waddle of somebody not used to wearing skis. “decided to join us?” You mused, regarding him with fond eyes as he approached. “Of course,” he shifted in his spot uncomfortably, the heavy ski boots felt like they added 5 pounds to each foot, and you could already picture the irritated furrow in his brow. “Couldn’t let you have all the ‘fun’. Now, who wants to try their luck in a race against me?” You grinned, grabbing his wrist and all but dragging him to the chairlift while the twins followed.

It was hard to race against Sylus when the man could just barely balance himself on the ski’s. You watched in amusement as he clicked them on to the bottoms of his boots, slightly wobbling his way over to you once safely off the chairlift. You smiled from behind the ski mask, holding his arm while he adjusted his stance. It was obvious Sylus had never skied before, yet he still shooed away your doting hands, standing up straighter to clumsily maintain his balance. “Are you ready to lose?” You teased, waddling closer so that he could hear you through the protection of your mask. “Lose? “Don’t be so sure of your victory just yet, kitten.” despite his self assured tone, you don’t miss the way his hands gripped the ski poles to steady himself. You giggled, shifting a few feet away from him to ready yourself.

The twins counted down from behind you, and on the third mark, you pushed off and down the hill. Wind whipped around as you descended down the slope, and you quickly angled your ski’s into a v-shape to gain more speed, skillfully leaning your weight down onto the boots. You could just barely see Sylus from your peripheral, delighted to see him holding his own but still unable to gain advantageous speed.

In minutes you scored your victory.

“It seems you’ve won.” Sylus grumbled, coming to a stop next to you and very quickly clicking the ski’s off, again, balancing on the poles. “When you say it like that, it's almost as if you can’t accept that you’ve lost.” You mused dusting the snow off of his goggles, giggling when he slid them over his helmet, his eyes squinting at the sudden adjustment. “I can always just teach you, Sy.” He scoffed, already trekking back towards the chairlift. “Let's go again.” Unbeknownst to you, the twins crept away towards your cabin, swooning over the secret pictures they had taken of you and Sylus as they eagerly headed to complete their task.

You stayed outside until your muscles locked and your hands were numb.racing over and over until the daylight sky had darkened into beautiful midnight, the lack of light pollution providing the stars an open canvas to shine at full luminosity. It was beautiful, the hues of purple and blue painting the open sky stealing your breath away. Following Sylus back to the cabin had you light on your feet. The silence of the surrounding woodland created an air of private intimacy. It was only you and him out here, where no prying eyes could follow.

You paid no mind to the darkness that greeted you when you opened the door, the both of you carelessly stripping off the heavy snow-proof clothing and leaving it on the couch for tomorrow. You stop in your tracks as you enter the bedroom.The room was candlelit, adding to the cozy atmosphere the cabin already provided, on the bed Sylus had assorted a barrage of different gift bags– all from different upscale brands, a mix of names you recognized and others you didn't. In the center of it all, sat a large maroon box, topped with a pretty black bow.

Sylus sauntered in, his chest pressing against your back. You leaned into him, your heart beating in your chest as his arm slid over yours, intertwining your fingers. “A gift for every day that we spend together.” He whispered, pressing his lips to the crown of your head. You turned around in his embrace, your eyes shining with emotion. “Sylus, i- i don’t know what to say…thank you.” he smiled, cradling your face in his large hand, his nose brushing against yours as he leaned in. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me hold you like this a little longer.” you closed the space between you, shyly touching your lips to his in a gentle kiss. Sylus responded, holding you close to him as he returned your love. Melting into his arms, you stood on your tippy toes to deepen the kiss, conveying your adoration through your actions. You carded your fingers through his hair, ruffling the silky strands and he moved with you, his hands coming down to rest at your hips, pressing back into you with the same neediness. Slowly, he parted from you, releasing a breath. “I’ve drawn a bath.” his voice had picked up into a rasp, invoking jitters to run up and through your body. “Okay.” you breathed, wading out of his arms and letting him guide you to the bathroom.

You were pleasantly surprised to see the bathtub adorned with tea lights and a small record player sitting on the bathroom counter, a vinyl already inserted and ready to be played. Sylus swiftly moved the tonearm onto the vinyl, and the record began to spin. Unhurried, you undressed each other, exchanging heated kisses and wandering touches that set your skin ablaze.

Finally making it to the large tub, you sat in between Sylus’s legs, comfortably leaning back into him as he gently rubbed a soapy sponge over your skin. You felt your muscles relax, the steaming water loosening the knots that had begun to form after a long day of travel and strain. You closed your eyes, reveling in his touch, the music from the record player adding the perfect touch to your intimacy. Sylus pressed kisses down the side of your neck, slowly lathering the aromatic soap over your chest with the sponge, his intentions indiscreet. Leaning your head back, you let him kiss you breathless. The unique aroma of his cologne and natural musk overwhelmed your senses, your head spinning with each shift of his bare body against yours. It didn’t take long for Sylus to take you for himself, the water sloshing and spilling over the tub becoming evidence of your copulation.

Once dried and in your robes, the two of you grazed over a small charcuterie board, sharing glasses of wine and aimless small talk. Unable to stop yourself, you leaned over to his side of the bed where the two of you had pushed the gift bags away to safety and picked up the maroon box that had caught your attention the most, sitting it on your lap as you looked at him, fingering around the black bow curiously. “What’s in here?” Sylus shrugged, the corners of his mouth upturning, repressed excitement clear on his face. “I don't know, kitten. I guess you’ll just have to open it and see.” You carefully untied the ribbon and cracked open the box. A beautiful dress laid folded inside, matching earrings and a necklace delicately placed on the collar. You placed the accessories on the lid of the box, admiring the intricate design.

It appeared to be two lizard like—no, two dragons guarding a silver plated ruby, the earrings matching the beautiful gem. The dress itself was a deep maroon, matching the box it came in. The material felt silky to the touch, and its length was much too long for you to fully admire from your seated position. You glanced at Sylus, holding the dress up to your chest. “It's beautiful Sy. But, when would I wear this?” He chuckled at the awe on your face. “We have dinner tomorrow.” He stood up, retrieving the record player from the bathroom and setting it on the bed, re-spinning the vinyl and clasping your hand to pull you towards him. “It's somewhat of a winter’s ball. Now would be good practice.” You leaned into him, allowing the taller man to take the lead and sway you to the music.

“This is hardly ballroom dancing.” You mused, letting him twirl you around, feeling just as elegant in your bathrobe. “We’ll do it our way.” He took you in his arms, twirling the two of you around to the melody before placing you back down. You felt like you were walking on clouds, and as you gazed into the deep sanguine of his eyes, you realized that you’d hadn’t seen him today. From the ski mask obstructing the view of his face, the few hours you had spent apart entertained by the twins, and even in the bathtub, where you both had given in to your most carnal desires—the day had tossed you up into a storm, offering you little to no time to admire the man before you, who could effortlessly swept you off your feet, the man that has done everything—no matter how mundane, to satisfy you.

The time was now. You drank him in; the silver strands of his hair, still damp and moussed against his skin, perfectly matching the beautiful ivory frame of his eye lashes. His thin, perfect lips and the perfect slope of his nose- and of course, his eyes. Beautiful, intense scarlet bore into yours, a thousand unspoken words in his adoring gaze. As the song slowed to a stop, so did the two of you, your lips meeting again in sweet kiss, holding each other close unhurriedly pouring your hearts dry.

And as the day’s exhaustion caught up with you, the bed was welcoming. You laid against his body, his arm a comforting weight around your waist. Your body lost consciousness before your mind did, and you didn’t miss the amorous words he whispered into your ear.

Bloopers and ig posts!

Luke and Kieran crept into the cabin reserved for you and Sylus, Mephisto perched on Kieran’s shoulder. They looked around once, twice— before they entered. They had been instructed to light each and every candle Sylus had set out before you would arrive. Both to prevent the fire hazard and to ensure the candles were still lit once you came in. “Who knew the boss was so romantic?” Luke mused, taking the candle lighter and flickering on the tea lights around the tub. “I wonder how she managed to steal his heart” Kieran called back, bringing forth the small record player and vinyl, delicately placing it on the counter. The two of them swooned, admiring their handy work. Mephisto cawed a warming. You and Sylus were approaching. Alarmed, the two of them finished off the last of the candles, quickly shuffling towards the back window, hurriedly tumbling out when they heard the keys jingling in the lock. They landed hard in the snow, grunting as they tripped over each other trying to flee the scene, Mephisto following overhead.

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borathae · 1 year ago

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moonlight

"Taehyung asks you to sneak out with him and you end up making passionate love to him in a hayloft."

Pairing: Vampire!Taehyung x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, Slice of Life Fluff

Warnings: a romantic horseback ride in the moonlight, passionate sex in a hayloft, soft but mean Dom!Taehyung, sub!Reader, listen he's a tease 100, neck kisses, body worshipping, breast worship, nipple play & sucking, oral sex (f.receiving), he licks her over her panties ngng, a very quick rimjob, orgasm control, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), dirty talk, praise, strength kink, good girl kink, he calls her his slut once, the title Sir falls like once, doggy style to pronebone, clit spanking with his cock, frotting, he kinda describes to her in vivid detail how he'd take her anal virginity jsjsjs, he is so unhinged and sexy, subby girl tears, he's the safest Dom, a huge creampie, cuddly aftercare, they're so in love <3

Wordcount: 6.8k

a/n: this is the second story based on my fellow tae girlies' wishes. i needed to write something about them in a hayloft. i would say that it takes place three days after they returned from their magical holiday in Caerula Luna. have fun besties hehe 💙

You haven’t been asleep for long when someone shakes you awake again. You open your eyes, meeting glowing ruby eyes.

“Who are you?” you feel awake instantly, tensing up in fright.

“It’s me. Tae.”

“Oh god Tae, you just scared me so bad”, you whine, relaxing slowly as the shock still sits deep in your sleepy mind.

“Why?” he asks, blinking his eyes at you in the darkness. It is rather hypnotizing to watch his two glowing orbs appear and disappear repeatedly.

“Because you shook me awake and then stared at me in complete darkness with your red eyes like a creep.”

“Ah yes, you cannot see in the darkness. Forgive me, I forgot”, he says and lays himself on top of you to reach your bedside lamp.

You laugh, patting his butt.

“Gosh you silly.” The lights turn on. “No Tae, too bright.”

Taehyung ignores you, straddling your lap. He giggles, rocking his hips back and forth while his hands dimple the pillow on each side of your head. He is in a flowy blouse and skin tight trousers, wearing jewellery. Almost as if he dressed up for you.

You let out a fond scoff and throw your arm over your eyes, rubbing his thigh mindlessly with your other hand.

“You’re lucky you’re cute”, you mumble with a smile on your lips.

Taehyung leans down and places affectionate kisses along your jawline and neck, eliciting purrs of contentment from you. He also stubs you with the tip of his nose every now and then.

“I truly have good reasons for waking you”, he speaks softly between kisses.

“Mhm, they better be good”, you are joking, making him smile against your skin. He dances his fingertips along your arms until he has your hands under them. He takes them, holding them tightly as he straightens up.

“Do you want to sneak out with me?”

“Huh?”

“Sneak out with me. Please.”

“Sneak out? Who are we sneaking out from?”

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders, grinning boyishly.

“Just no one in particular. It sounds more exciting this way.”

You really love his imaginative mind and how he finds so much joy in role playing. Not only in sexual ways, but in general. Taehyung really loves to daydream about different scenarios and then act them out with one of you. He is so adorable.

“Fine.” You slide your hands from his hold to caress his thighs. “Let’s assume that we’re sneaking out, where are we going?”

“That you will only find out once you come with me.”

You laugh.

Taehyung grins.

“Okay fine, you’ve got my interest piqued. I’ll come with you.”

“Yippie”, Taehyung exclaims and rolls off of you, picking you up bridal style.

“Tae, oh god warn me next time”, you laugh, throwing your head back as he twirls with you.

He sets you down soon after, taking you by your hand to lead you outside. Your journey takes you out of your wing and the estate. His horse is waiting at the end of the stairs.

“What’s Starlight doing here?”

“She shall be our method of escape. Now may I?”

“What are you gonna do?”

Taehyung places his hands on your hips, “allow me to show you.”

“Okay?”

He picks you up and lifts you onto the horse so you were sitting on it sideways. He keeps an arm around your thighs, mounting the saddle in a skilful movement.

So now you are sitting in front of him while he keeps you steady with his arms. He meets your giddy gaze, giving you a smile.

“Shall we escape, my darling?”

“Yeah, let’s escape”, you say, resting your head against his chest.

Taehyung clicks his tongue to get the horse to move. The horse trots off, walking slowly so you would have it comfortable.

“Oh god.” You snuggle closer, giggling. “This is this craziest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Isn’t it so wonderful?”

“Yeah, it’s so romantic.”

“Indeed it is.” He agrees and sighs. “Oh darling, the night is wonderful. I am so delighted to spend it with you.”

“Me too. Where are we going?”

“Just someplace no one will ever find us.”

You smile. That doesn’t sound bad at all.

Your journey takes you away from the estate, past meadows and through the forest until another meadow is before your eyes. In the middle of it, an old barn is standing, waiting to be used again.

“Do you see the building in the distance?” Taehyung asks you.

“Are we going there?”

“Indeed we are. We must take shelter before the weather changes.”

You look up at the sky. It is so clear that one can see every single star in the universe. You feel yourself smiling. Taehyung is being playful again.

“Thankfully we found it when we did. I would have hated to get wet.”

“Indeed”, Taehyung agrees, sneaking a glance at you. He is visibly giddy because you are playing along.

Taehyung helps you off Starlight once you have reached the barn.

“Do you perhaps want to close your eyes for me?” he asks.

“Don’t tell me you have something prepared”, you say, closing your eyes.

“Perhaps I have”, he says and takes your hand, “open them once I tell you to.”

“Okay I will. Gosh Tae, you’re getting me so excited right now.”

He chuckles, leading you and his horse inside the barn. He ties Starlight to one of the pillars then wraps his arm around your waist.

“Don’t frighten, I will jump.”

“Ju-aah!”

Your feet leave the ground as Taehyung leaps up onto the second floor. He lands without sound, setting you down carefully.

“Holy moly, that was so scary”, you curse.

“Forgive me, but the good news is that you can open your eyes now.”

You open your eyes to dozens and dozens of candles illuminating a small area of the hay loft. Taehyung laid out a blanket on top of the hay and made it even more comfortable with pillows.

“Tae”, you gasp, looking at him in flabbergasted breathlessness.

“Surprise.” He smiles. “You mentioned how you wanted to try love making in a hay loft and so I figured that I could fulfil this wish of yours.”

“Tae, oh my god…”

“Obviously only if you wish the same. I brought many blankets so if you only want to talk or hug or fall asleep again, we can do so as well. I merely thought that we could do what we couldn’t do at your grandparents’ home.”

He studies your features shyly.

“What’s the matter? Why are you not saying anything? Do you not like it?”

You shake your head and close the distance, hugging him tightly.

“I love it so much. I’m just speechless because it’s so nice. Oh Tae, I love it so much.”

Taehyung hugs you back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your pulse is heightened.

“You do?”

“I do. So much. Gosh, you are so cute.” You melt into him. “I can’t believe you prepared all of this. It’s so romantic. And beautiful. And nice. And amazing.”

He breaks away just so he can gaze at you, holding both your hands as he does.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it so much. Gosh Tae, thank you so much. I appreciate it so much.”

He smiles, guiding your hands to his lips so he can kiss your knuckles.

“Based on how often you said so much, I can sense your honesty”, he jokes, making you laugh.

“I am. I’m honest.”

His eyes soften. “I love you very much, my darling.”

“I love you too, Tae darling.”

You and he gaze at the other, sharing silence. You are the one to break said silence, showing him your giddiness by lowering your eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just weird to know that we’re going to have sex now.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“It’s not that. It’s just…” You meet his eyes. “I’m more of a spontaneous lover. I don’t know how to start stuff like this.”

“I see. Shall I start it then?”

“Yes.”

“May I help you relax?”

You feel tingles in your stomach. Yup, he is definitely doing magic already. With a fluttering pulse you nod your head.

Taehyung closes the distance with a kiss to your neck. You roll your head to the side, sighing his name. His kiss feels so good when it promises sweet love making. His big, tender hands let go of yours so they can travel along your torso. Being touched likes this truly shows you how thin the fabric of your sleeping clothes truly is. The heat of his touch is sinking into the deepest fibres of your body, exciting you comfortably.

“You have the most beautiful neck, my darling”, Taehyung whispers.

“Tae…”

“Mhm”, he bites your earlobe playfully, making you gasp and clutch his waist. It brings in his flowy shirt, showing your hands how small his waist actually was. “Allow me to help you get comfortable.”

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

He smiles, squeezing your waist, “mhm, don’t test me. I might be tempted to get rough with you.”

He is being playful, making you giggle and squirm. He definitely knows how to get you into the right mindset.

He chuckles and presses his lips to your ear.

“Jump.”

You do so, sighing when he catches you in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, burying your hands deep in his dark locks. They feel a little cold from the nightly ride, hugging your fingers softly.

He is gazing up at you, giving you his giddiest smile, “my beautiful. You are so incredibly beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful too. Oh Tae”, you say, claiming his lips in a kiss.

Taehyung sighs, kissing you back eagerly. He craved the taste of you and the softness of your lips.

Lost in the kiss, he carries you to the blanket. He kneels down, making sure to lie you down carefully. Once you are on your back, he places himself over you, kissing you like this while his hips move against you carefully.

It isn’t long that you have to break the kiss to gasp and look at him. Your legs squeeze his waist, your fingers fall from his hair to grasp his upper arms instead.

“Is this alright for me to do?” he makes sure, caressing your cheeks.

“Yes”, you sigh, rolling your hips into him. He shivers from the sensation, moaning quietly. He is getting hard. It turns you on a lot.

“You are so beautiful. Oh darling, you are so beautiful”, he whispers, making your heart race.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you like the moon loves the sun. Because without her, he wouldn’t shine.”

“Oh god”, you giggle, hiding away in his arm. “Taehyung, oh my god. This was so romantic.”

He smiles fondly, kissing your newly exposed neck and jawline.

“You are adorable, my sweetest”, he whispers and moves the collar of your dress aside so his lips could worship your shoulder and collarbone. He caresses the parts he isn’t currently kissing. His fingertips are so tender against your body.

Only once he truly kissed every inch of the exposed spot, does he move on to another. He guides your head into a different position with his hand gently around your throat.

The way you gaze up at him makes his heart feel alive. Submission. The kind of safe, warm submission only someone dearly trusted can bring out.

“Do you feel good?” he asks.

“Yes”, you sigh.

“That makes me happy. Relax, my darling. I have you”, he says and exposes your other shoulder to shower you in the adoration you deserve. It is the same than before and yet different because you beg him for more very soon. “What do you want?”

“Can you touch my boobs?”

“Of course, everything my darling wants. I am here to serve you.”

And so it happens that Taehyung kisses your exposed shoulder and sucks hickeys to your neck and collarbone while his left hand cradles your breasts. He massages them gently over the thin material of your sleeping gown, dragging the warmest tingles to the surface. He squeezes them as tenderly as possible and rubs your nipples when the affection brings them to the surface.

“Oh god”, you get out breathlessly.

“Is this good for you?”

“Yes…”

“Good, that’s good. You are so beautiful, my darling sweetheart.”

Taehyung fixes the collar of your dress before he takes another path. He wouldn’t want you to feel chilly in the nightly air. He kisses his way to your chest, moaning in delight because there is nothing better than worshiping you. You should know how remarkable you are. Taehyung is still struck in awe about your magical potential, how you took them to another realm and gave them a chance at being human again. He is grateful for it, grateful that he got to experience racing heartbeats and proper warmth again. And he needs you to feel the appreciation he harbors for you. There is so much of it. And it is never ending.

“My beautiful darling. How I adore you.”

He is careful at first, only brushing his lips over the paths of your breasts. But you moan and sigh so sweetly and your nipples are so hard each time he brushes against them, that Taehyung cannot control himself any longer. He wraps his lips around one of them, sucking and licking the swollen bud through your dress.

“Ahng”, the noise you let out assures him that he is doing a good job. You arch your back, chasing the fiery sensation. The fabric in his mouth is soaked entirely, his mouth is so warm. You can feel each lick. But the true peak of his affection is when he releases your nipple to suck on the other and the coldness of the air soaks the wet fabric. The spot is freezing, forcing goosebumps to the surface of your sensitive skin.

“Tae…”

Taehyung purrs happily as he sucks on your nipple, sliding his fingers to the other to massage it. It is cold to the touch. The fabric sticks to it and gives him a perfect feel of its shape. So he merely brushes his fingertips over it, giving it minimal attention so you can continue to shiver underneath him.

It isn’t until Taehyung is stuck in the blissful moment of changing sides with both hands playing with your nipples that you stop him. You tug on a bundle of his hair, whimpering softly.

“Stop, please.”

He sits up. Your legs are around his hips that way.

“Did you change your mind?”

You shake your head vigorously, “it, it makes me want to cum.”

He smiles, “well this…oh darling, this”, he leans down again, nipping at your breasts, “this is indeed a predicament. What should I do with you, mhm?”

The teasing tone in his honey voice makes you shudder.

“Oh god, Tae.”

“May I continue? Is this your wish?”

“Yes”, you whimper, arching your back.

“How wonderful. Relax, you are in safe hands”, he whispers sweetly and gives you time to breathe by guiding his kisses to your stomach instead. He moans and sighs, worshiping every inch of it because you deserve to feel loved.

He loves you so much and he hopes that through his kisses and touches he can make you experience it. Oh, how he adores you. How he wants to make you feel good.

It isn’t long and he has reached your legs. Your sleeping gown ends a little over your knees. He stops, playing with the hem of it.

“May I lift it?”

“Yes”, you answer him, lifting your hips eagerly to which he laughs and pins them down again.

“Patience. I shall tell you when you need to raise them.”

“Are you taking it slow?”

“Of course I am, my darling”, he assures you with teasing playfulness in his voice, smiling against your skin when you whine in impatience. But he doesn’t let you rush him. He kisses your thighs slowly and thoroughly. He sucks hickeys into your skin, gives the softest parts gentle love bites, guides his hands over your silken skin. He wants you to feel breathless from all the love he pours into his affection.

And you do. You feel breathless, bucking your hips up in impatience. Your pussy aches. You haven't felt her throb and pulse as much as she does right now in a long time. You experienced the tenderness of his lips all over your body and you need it on your pussy. Now. Instantly. Right this second.

“Please.”

“Please what? You have to tell me what you need”, he coos, head hidden in your dress.

“Lick me.”

“Like this?” he taunts, guiding his tongue down your inner thigh. He is doing this on purpose. He is acting oblivious just to get you to tell him. He is playing with you because he is mean like that.

“No”, you mewl, shivering.

“What possibly could you mean then?”

“Oh god Tae, please just lick my pussy”, you beg, fucking the air aggressively.

He chuckles, pinning you down easily.

“You are adorable.”

“Please.”

“Adorable. You are just adorable”, he rasps and places his mouth against your pussy. He darts his tongue out, licking a thick stripe along your sensitive heat.

“Aah a-ah, aah, aah, a-ah”, you are noisy instantly, twisting the blanket because you cannot twist his hair.

It is important to mention that you are still wearing your panties at this point of the night. And that Taehyung doesn’t let this stop him from tasting you. He sucks out your taste, purring deeply because there is no taste more saccharine than that of your heat. Especially when it is soaked deep into your panties and he needs to work for it. He sucks and sucks and sucks until the fabric is soaked in his spit.

“So sweet. My darling’s so sweet”, he lulls and presses his tongue against your clothed clit. He uses his neck muscles to move his head, grinding the flat of his hot tongue against your clothed heaven.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, you are out of breath, completely flabbergasted by what he makes you feel. The sensation of his skin is missing, but everything else is there. His heat, the slick wetness, his moans. And because he is soaking your panties, the parts he doesn’t lick are cold in the night air. You are in a constant state of different temperatures. Hot mouth and cold panties. Your pussy weeps to make sense of it. Quite frankly, you want to weep as well.

“I can’t get enough. Mhm darling, you taste so good. So sweet. Darling, oh darling, my darling”, he babbles between his licks, humping the floor needily.

He will make you climax. You didn’t think it possible that something like this could make you orgasm, but thinking back, you are foolish. Of course he could make you orgasm this way. It is Taehyung and Taehyung will always show you new ways of how sex can feel. It is never boring with him.

Although tonight, you wish that he would be just a little bit boring. You are burning up and it’s so unfair that you are already close.

“Stop please, you’re making me cum” you beg him, trying to grasp him through the fabric of your dress.

Taehyung growls playfully, breaking away from you even if you instantly whine for more.

“Adorable. You are simply adorable”, he coos and appears from your dress to smile at you. His lips are puffy, his hair ruffled from being buried under your dress.

“Why are you like this?” you keen, wiping at your eyes so you wouldn’t cry.

“What do you mean?”

“I, I don’t know. Oh god, Tae.”

“Did you like how I licked you?” he is taunting you.

You spill tears, making grabby hands at him. He places himself over you instantly, holding your hands on each side of your head.

“Yeah, liked it”, you sniffle, “Tae, I feel droopy.”

“You look droopy. And beautiful. So very beautiful”, he praises, kissing the tip of your nose, “don’t be scared. Allow it to happen. I am here.”

You sink into the droopy headspace further. You are completely his’ right now, so vulnerable that it would break your heart if he stopped it. But he doesn’t stop it. Because as much as you are floating in a safe subspace, Taehyung is floating in a warm Domspace. He loves every second with you, feeling high with you.

“I love you”, he tells you.

“I love you too”, you tell him.

“So beautiful”, he says and disappears between your legs again. He lifts your hips with one hand, using the other to take off your panties. He gives them a deep sniff and a kiss, “so sweet”, then places them aside. He uses the position to push the dress over your butt, letting it punch around your waist. Only then does he lower your hips again, lifting your legs next to prop them up. You are spread like this, exposed to his eyes and the cold air.

It is sinful how he is still entirely dressed while you are already showing him your parts most private. It is as if he is inspecting you. You can’t breathe properly at this aspect. This is so arousing to you.

“I know that I am repeating myself, but you are so beautiful, my darling. Look at you. Look at the shape of you, the beautiful colours of you, how wet you are. Oh, I want to treat your petals like they deserve to be treated.”

You clench around nothing. Taehyung delights at the view.

“How adorable. May I touch?”

“Yes, please”, you beg him, spreading your legs further.

Taehyung places his left hand on your lower tummy, using his fingers to spread your pussy. He traces the shapes of you with his right hand, using only his fingertips.

You are mewling instantly. You are aware that you sound needy and desperate, but you can’t help yourself. He makes you sensitive and each touch he places feels like the one able to break you.

“How soft you are. How warm. How wet”, he rasps, gazing at you, “does this feel good, my darling?”

He pulls you apart just a little more and rubs your newly exposed clit in circular motions. He makes sure to put special emphasis whenever his fingers rub up and down.

“Yes ah, aaah Tae…”

“How beautiful, oh so beautiful.”

You are so wet that his clit massage is easy. And he makes you feel so good that you keep leaking more and more slick. His initial plan was to massage your other parts as well, but you are moaning so sweetly with his finger on your clit that Taehyung doesn’t have the heart to move away. He massages you eagerly, keeping track of your orgasm by looking at your glistening entrance.

Whenever you get close, you clench it involuntarily. He learned this about you from paying attention to whenever you played.

“Keep breathing for me, there we go. Such a good girl”, he talks to you each time you get a little restless. And it works at first. It works perfectly, but soon all the breathing in the world couldn’t bring you down again. You clench. Taehyung’s only option is to pull away.

“No please don’t edge me anymore. Please”, you wail, shaking in desperation. He has been playing with you for too long. He kept telling you to breathe, slowed down whenever you felt it coming closer. It’s been too long. You just want to cum.

“Breathe darling. I know it hurts, so I need you to breathe.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“You asked me to relax you and so I did.”

“What?”

You meet his eyes, having to gulp. Crazed playfulness is burning in them. It is as if he is fucking you raw with just his gaze.

“My darling, your pretty cunt has never looked more ready to take me. Look at how wet you are, how swollen your petals are, how empty your hole looks. You are so perfectly prepared. I merely did what you asked of me.”

Taehyung is normally such a gentleman that you sometimes forget that behind this mannered mask a huge, nasty pervert is hiding. You are reminded again and it’s messing you up.

He is right. You are empty and swollen and wet and you need him to fill you. Now. Instantly. Right this second.

“Please fuck me, please.” You sit up and begin tugging at his clothes. “Please fuck me, please Tae. Take it off, please.”

“Calm down darling, calm down”, he chuckles, guiding your hands away, “I would hate to have to tie up your grabby hands. Let me and be patient, yes?”

“I want to be fucked.”

“I know darling, but the more you hinder me, the longer you have to wait. Are you going to be my good girl now, mhm?”

“Yes Sir”, you get out obediently because he managed to put you back in your place with just his words.

“There we go. That’s my good girl. You know, the better you behave, the harder I will fuck you. Only good behaviour will get you rewarded”, he talks as he undresses, riling you up even more. He takes off his pants first.

You ogle his cock. It is thrashing around, leaking droplets of his excitement. You want to suck him off, but you hold back. You need to be his good girl.

Taehyung doesn’t pay mind to his cock, unlacing his shirt so he could pull it off. He talks as he does it.

“Although don’t misunderstand, shall you misbehave, I shall fuck you just as hard. I will simply stop listening to your pleas for a break.” He pulls his shirt over his head. “But I am certain that you want to be my good girl tonight. Am I wrong in my-”

He forgets to talk. To breathe. To even properly function. You are naked, presenting yourself to him on all fours. You are arching your back, showing your glistening pussy and hole to him.

“What the fuck?” is all he gets out as his shirt slides from his weakened fingers.

You have him cursing. Your position has the desired effect on him. You mewl in realisation, sticking your ass out more.

“What, what”, he stutters, gasping for air, “what…dar-darling, what are you do-doing?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Holy fuck”, he runs his hand through his own hair in distress, “darling, I should be so angry at you. Oh you drive me insane, you perfect goddess”, you gets out and attacks you with bites all over your buttocks.

You giggle, fleeing him with minimal effort.

“I’m going to eat you. You are too perfect.” He babbles between his eager bites. "Perfect. So fucking perfect”, he growls and sticks his tongue into your hole just long enough that you start gasping. He couldn’t help himself. When you present yourself so deliciously, Taehyung just needs to steal a taste.

He doesn’t linger for long because ever since you presented yourself like this, his cock started aching unbearably and he really needs to be inside you.

He still manages to get you breathless and twisting the blanket when he pulls back. He closes in, slapping his heavy cock against your pussy. Gently. Right against your clit to make you flinch with each spank.

“One day I shall fuck your beautiful ass full of my seed”, he lulls his words, twitching each time his cockhead slaps against your clit. It feels just as good for him as it does for you.

“Taehyung, ah Taehyung”, you moan as your head begins to turn. You didn’t even know how much you needed your clit spanked until he gave it to you. And to make matters even worse, Taehyung gives you breaks by rubbing his cock through your puffy folds. He does so until you gasp, exchanging the grinds with new spanks. He will definitely make you climax if he keeps this going.

“I’ll play with you all day, make you wear different toys and take you out on a date. I’d make you carry a bag with all the toys I’d work up your tolerance with. Just imagine. I’d take you to the bathroom and make you bend over so I can exchange the damned toy in your ass.” He growls the last sentence, spanking your clit especially hard.

You flinch forward, twisting the blanket. You can only mewl because all your concentration is on not cumming accidentally. He grinds against you after the spank, staring at your ass with darkened eyes.

“Just imagine once we reached the last toy of the evening. How big it would be, how stretched out you’d be. You would feel it with each step, would feel it when I sit you down in my car to drive you home. By the time, I have you in my wing, you’d be fucking begging for my cock. Fuck darling”, he grits his teeth, huffing out air. “Look at what you are doing to me. You have me cursing and spitting such disgusting things.”

He spanks your clit again. Doing so over and over and over…he makes you cum. It’s going to happen. You can’t hold back anymore and so you ready yourself. A mistake, because Taehyung picks up on it instantly and pulls away.

The wail of agony you let out almost makes him feel bad. Almost. He leans down and kisses your spine, rubbing your sides gently.

“Breathe darling. Be my good girl and breathe”, he speaks sweetly again. The once feral Taehyung from before is tamed. “I am sorry for losing my composure. That must have been scary for you.”

You sob. He is actually making fun of you. Holy fuck. This is just a game to him.

“Please”, you beg weakly.

“Please what? I told you darling, I can only give you what you want when you are using your words. Please don’t disobey me, my darling.”

You shudder. He is so good with his words.

“Fuck me. I can’t do this anymore. I need your cock. Please.”

“There we go. See? It wasn’t that hard to use your words”, he speaks sickeningly sweet and presses his tip against your puffy entrance. He applies no pressure and he is already slipping inside, whimpering in surprise because your pussy is practically sucking him in.

“Thank you”, you mewl, pressing back into him until he sits inside you entirely. It isn’t often that he fits inside completely, making you sob his name because it feels so good to you.

“Do, do I hurt?” he stutters, fighting with his air. He wants to move, but holds back for your sake. He couldn’t live with himself if he knew that he was causing you discomfort.

“No, it feels so good, please move.”

“I am keeping my, my cock human. To make it seem as…as if we…are…” he barely gets his words out as he rolls his hips into you. He grasps your hips, guiding them so it would feel the best for both of you. “Heavens, it is difficult to talk.”

“You don’t have to”, you squeak out.

“I don’t, good”, he says and moans, rolling his head back sensually, “just tell me that you feel good.”

“I do. I feel so good.”

“Darling…You feel good too, so good…”

The sex becomes more intense now that you got rid of the pressure of talking. When you and Taehyung are like this, it is impossible to talk and knowing that it is okay to only moan makes this feel like an acid trip. He fucks into you deep and hard, moaning and growling while you answer him in high pitched squeaks and ecstatic sobs.

The wooden planks feel hard under your knees and against the cheek you are squishing down on them. The blanket makes it comfortable.

“Are your knees alright? Is it not too hard?” Taehyung still checks up on you because he is starting to feel the hardness of the boards as well.

“Good. Is good. Tae, I love this”, you mewl, throbbing around him.

“I love it too. Such a good girl. You are taking me so well”, he praises and looks at where you are connecting. He pulls out completely, spanks your hole just once then pushes back inside, growling deeply at the sinful view. He has you even puffier than before, his cock is so thick inside you that it squeezes out your juices. Taehyung buries himself into you until his crotch sits against your pussy and you can soak his pubes with your sweet nectar.

“You are getting me so messy”, he lulls and grabs your buttocks to spread you on him. The view is so arousing to him. You on his cock while your soft body jiggles each time he slams his hips into you.

Something happened to Taehyung. You have no idea what, but the way he fucks you suddenly feels way too good. You can barely breathe or stay on your knees. Constant waves of hot electricity shoot through your entire body and the warmth between your legs makes you weep.

What you aren’t aware of is that Taehyung found his composure again. He may have been lost in the sensation at first, but he found his control again. And now he is going to bring you to ruin. The view of him fucking your pretty cunt motivates him. The constant squelching of your juices and the sensarion of them on his dick makes him want to fuck you better just to increase them. The ecstatic sounds you can’t control from coming out, urge him to keep them going.

Taehyung is back and he is going to make sure that you lose yourself completely. He slides his right hand to your front and pinches your clit between his fingers so he can roll it quickly.

You scream, collapsing on the ground. Taehyung lets you, but pulls up your hips so he can still reach your clit. The position tightens you and he has to growls from the deepest parts of his stomach to bear the heaven you make him feel.

“Taehyung, Taehyung please. Taehyung too much. Taehyung”, you sound panicked, kicking the floorboards as best as your pinned down legs allow you to.

“Don’t be scared. I’m here. Let go my darling, let go”, he encourages you, rolling your clit between his fingers.

“You’ll keep going afterwards”, you wail.

“Of course I will.”

The aspect of being overstimulated is scaring you, but you can’t hold back anymore. It’s been too many times he denied you. You have to cum.

You break with a scream of his name.

“Yes! Good girl”, he exclaims, fucking you gently as you shake and writhe. He knows exactly when to speed up again. He doesn’t miss the window for even a millisecond, drilling into you at the perfect time to completely ruin you.

You wail his name, clawing at the boards as he makes you see stars. You genuinely only exist for pleasure right now. He fucks you so good and with such precision that you would dissolve if he stopped right now. You were scared of the overstimulation but now you need it as if it was your air.

Taehyung holds you down with both hands. He knows your clit is swollen enough that his rough thrusts are enough to stimulate it as well. You are sucking him off with how tightly you are squeezing him. It messes him up to the point where he can’t pretend to be proper anymore.

“You are such a perfect slut. Keep fucking screaming like that. Oh, I’m going to fill you up until you can’t hold it in anymore. Hear me? I’m going to make you my pretty cumslut.”

“I can’t hold it anymore, please take it out of me”, you wail, meaning something entirely different. He is going to make you squirt, but you can’t let go because of the squeezed position.

“My cock?”

“No, no the, the liquid.”

“Liquid?”

You can’t be blamed. Your brain is dead. Liquid is all you could think of.

��Please”, you cough out a sob, “please make it stop. I can’t take it out.”

“Oh! Darling, just tell me”, he finally understands and pulls you back onto your knees, pressing down on your clit to finally set you off.

You squeak as it happens, shaking against your will as you spray it everywhere.

“There we go, fucking wet yourself. I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. I bet you must have felt so full. That’s my good girl, let it all out.”

His rough fucking makes it so that it goes everywhere and it feels so good. Such relief you haven’t felt in a long time. He is right. You felt so full and it’s finally leaving you.

“Urgh, I can’t hold back like this. This is really turning me on, darling”, Taehyung gets out between his gritted teeth.

“I want your cum please”, you allow him.

“Thank you, darling thank you”, he moans and throws his head back, emptying his plumb balls deep inside you. The strength with which it shoots out of him and the masses he produces, are indicators that he was truly human no more. For just a second you feared for the strength of your cervix as he shot his sticky cum against it with such force that you could feel it. If you didn’t feel fucked already, the way he stuffs you does the rest.

He pulls out after his high, moaning with you when big dollops of his seed leak out of you. With how well he fucked your pussy, it is unavoidable that your lose hole can’t hold it in.

“Sorry”, you still apologise, trying to clench.

“Don’t. Relax. I’ll clean you up later”, he assures you and drops down beside you, pulling you with him so you are resting on his chest.

“It’s going everywhere.”

“I told you that it is alright. I have an eager tongue. I can clean whatever mess you make.”

“Oh god, Tae”, you finally melt into him, letting yourself relax even if that means his cum is seeping out of you in a constant trickle.

“Doesn’t that feel better? To relax and to let it happen?” he asks, caressing the back of your head.

“Yes, better. Good”, you sigh, melting into a puddle of giddiness. You feel so safe with him.

“That’s what I like to hear. Relax, my darling”, he whispers and kisses the crown of your head. “How are you feeling otherwise?”

“Good”, you whisper and shiver, “oh god, I feel so giddy, this was so good.”

“It was incredible”, he rolls to his side so you were nuzzled into him, “I am so proud of you. You took me like such a good girl. I loved every second with you.”

You gaze up at him, spilling new tears when he wipes your old ones with such tenderness and care.

“I feel so safe with you”, you squeak out.

“You are safe with me. I promise you”, he says honestly and kisses your forehead, “my darling girl. Oh, how I want to treat you right.”

“You do. You treat me so right.”

He smiles, kisses your forehead again.

“That is good to hear.”

“I’m so happy that we went on this trip. I feel so much safer with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Yes, like, like I felt when we first started out. I was so scared back then, so confused and helpless, but you were my safe space. I feel like this again when I’m with you.”

“Oh.” Taehyung lowers his head. Tears escape him.

“Why are you crying?” you gasp, wiping them instantly.

“Because I wished for you to trust me like this again for ages. What you and I had back then was magical to me. I feel so happy knowing that we have it back.”

“Oh Tae, you are so sweet.”

“Thank you for saying this. Oh sweetest”, he kisses your forehead, “I am grateful for this trip as well. I feel so much closer to you as well as Kook and Yoongi.”

“Me too”, you say and giggle.

He giggles with you.

“But now, you must tell me how it was. How did you like your first time in a hayloft?” he asks afterwards.

You wiggle in his arms happily.

“I actually kinda forgot that we are in a hayloft.”

“You did? How sad”, Taehyung pouts before he reaches over you to get something. Moments later you have a few pieces of hay in your hair and one of it poking your forehead as he tickles your face with it.

“Tae, what is that?” you cackle, escaping him with zero effort. Quite frankly, you are snuggling into him.

“The proper hayloft experience. You have something in your hair, darling. Let me get it for you.”

“Yes, because you put it there”, you laugh, squeaking in laughter soon after when Taehyung rolls you into the hay and begins kissing your neck.

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You put a ring on a wild thing - 1/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above. Likely going to be around 4-5 parts (I say optimistically).

Explicit Hangster. Drinking and dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts (mainly the fact that same sex marriage was not legal in Nevada until 2014 but I DO WHAT I WANT).

PART ONE

Jake throws his head back, lets himself just let go, the music is loud in the club and his body feels free, his own for the first time in fucking years. He doesn’t have to care about anyone seeing him here, doesn’t need to worry about how it might look to anyone. He’s here, having fun, and if he wants to dance with another man he won’t lose him his so hardly fought for career.

Hell.

He could do more than dance with another man. He could make out with him right in the middle of the dance floor and the idea holds a certain appeal and he scans the press of bodies, the lights flashing bright, smoke machine making the air hazy. Everyone is here for an equally good time, Vegas is a place to come to party and he’s glad he’s here because the view right now sure is something. The guy is shirtless, his body moving to the music with a rhythm that Jake can’t help but be a little envious of. He wonders if he fucks the same way.

Realizes he can go and find out.

He throws back his shot and orders another and quickly throws back that one too, because he’s not scared but this is also the first time he’s ever done this before and that last thing he wants it to be nervous. He doesn’t take his eyes of the guy as he makes his way toward him, and there are other people dancing with him, their bodies pressed close. However the guy catches him looking, quirks an eyebrow up and Jake just raises one of his in response, lets his lips twitch in amusement and when he licks them he catches the fact that the other man’s eyes drop to his lips to watch.

“Well, hey there gorgeous…” the guys yells, and Jake grins, because communication in a club is never the priority and he’s certain their bodies can do plenty of the communicating for them.

“Hey yourself…” he yells back.

Then he’s hooking his fingers into the loops of the guys jeans, sliding a knee between the thick thighs and letting himself rock against hard muscle. He gets a grin for his troubles, feels lips-mouth-teeth-tongue on his neck and he bares it further. He feels a hand grasp an ass cheek, sliding into the barely there pocket and he’s being rocked against the guys thigh and yeah, he’ll definitely fuck the same way he dances. The others who had been dancing move away and Jake feels smug and lets himself dance.

They move together, making out and dancing together in a very blatant way giving each other no question about where this might be going. Time passes, his blood pumping in time with the music, his cock getting harder and there’s a responding hardness pressed against him. Then he’s being taken to the bar and the guy is ordering water, which they both down with fast thirsty gulps and Jake doesn’t mind the fact that some rivulets of water run down his neck. Then his dance partner orders tequila shots, and he’s pretty sure it’s solely so he has an excuse to lick the other man, sucking fingers into his mouth as tequila sloshes over them.

“Fucking hell… you want to get out of here?”

“Thought you’d never ask!”

The air outside is still warm, but cooler than inside the club and it does help sober him up a little. He is still very drunk, but he’s upright and breathing. Conscious. Really fucking turned on as well.

“You looked so good in there…”

“You saying I don’t look good now?”

“You look like a fucking wet dream come to life…”

Jake hasn’t ever felt quite so… complimented. In a weird way. It’s raw and honest, the guy’s hands are under his shirt and Jake lets himself step closer.

“You looked so free. So fucking good…”

“I am good.”

“You here with anyone? Friends you need to check in with?”

“Nope. Free as a bird…”

“So… I have a room…”

“Funny. So do I.”

“So… you’re not here with friends. So… not celebrating something. Just here for a good time?”

“Oh no. I’m definitely celebrating something. I just happen to be looking for a good time to go with that celebration…”

“Yeah? Think I can help with that?”

“I fucking hope so. Was watching you move your hips…”

“Yeah? My hips caught your eye huh?”

“Well, them and your fucking awful moustache…”

“And yet you’re still out here with me…”

“What can I say, I’ve got impaired decision making right now…”

That makes the guy laugh and he’s fucking gorgeous, handsome and free and confident and Jake just wants to devour him or be devoured. He’s really not fucking picky right now.

“What is it you’re celebrating anyway? I need to know so I can help celebrate it properly… birthday blowjob?”

“Nope. Celebrating DADT getting repealed and now… I could fuck you in the middle of the club and not worry about getting discharged.”

“Uh… I mean, you’d probably be getting discharged for other reasons, but, uh… yeah. Fucking sounds really good. That dumb ass policy getting repealed is definitely a reason to celebrate. And to fuck about it.”

“Yeah. Feel like I should make a grand gesture or something right?”

“Like what? Get married?”

“You proposing?”

“You saying yes?”

“I don’t even know your name…”

“Bradley.”

“Jake.”

“Nice to meet you… want to go make a grand gesture and then fuck about it?”

Jake laughs and then Bradley is capturing his mouth in a kiss, hand on his ass and grinding into him and Jake thinks fucking sounds like the best thing, but yeah, the grand gesture, a big fuck you, that sounds good too. They stumble together, both of them giggling, both insisting on not having any type of impersonator. Jake points out no one will marry them with Bradley being half naked, and Bradley pulls his shirt out his back pocket where it had been hanging and it’s covered in little pink flamingos and Jake pokes at them, telling them that they’re pink.

Bradley asks him what other color flamingos are meant to be and Jake realizes he must have spoken out loud; wonders if they’re going to be allowed to get married, or whether they’re going to need to try and pretend to be more sober than they are. However they walk another block and they’re not stumbling, bet definitely still giggling and happy. The little chapel they do find is actually nice. They have rings and flowers for sale, and Bradley is insisting on buying proper rings, forcing Jake to have an opinion.

“Gold. Gold is nice.”

Gold will match his wings and he watches as Bradley buys a mid-range pair of rings and gives them to the officiant. They both hand over forms of ID and the clerk is smiling at the indulgently, murmuring her congratulations to them both and Jake wonders how often she does that, because she seems genuinely sincere in her happiness for them. She thanks him for his service and he just smiles and nods, kind of wants this over because Bradley’s not moved his hand from under his shirt and it feels like a hot brand on his skin. He wants it everywhere.

The ceremony is short and sweet, and they’ve already kissed plenty, but clearly Bradley is keeping it a little chaste what with the fact that they’re in a chapel. Then he’s married and he has a ring on his finger and he can’t stop staring at it, the unfamiliar weight, the shininess of the metal. He likes it. Then they’re figuring out that Jake’s hotel room is closer, and yeah. Fuck yeah.

They were given a bottle of champagne at the chapel, and Jake is pretty sure it’s a bad idea to drink it, but Bradley is pouring it onto his stomach and licking it off and it’s sticky but also Bradley’s got his mouth around his cock and Jake really can’t think coherently anymore. That’s his husband giving him a blowjob. He giggles, covers his face with his arm but then it quickly turns to a groan. He has a husband.

“Fuck fuck fuck…”

“Another time. When we aren’t so fucking drunk… oh my god…”

“Yeah, come on, fuck…”

It’s sloppy, messy and Jake feels woozy with lust and alcohol, lube slick hands working his cock as he kisses Bradley, their bodies just rutting against each other, mouths and hands everywhere. It’s good, not quite what he was after, but part of him is sort of glad, they can do this again in the morning. Sober. Because they’re married. Holy shit. They come, pressed against each other, hot and sweaty, breath fast pants against sticky skin, both grinning wildly and unable to stop kissing.

He’s never been so glad he got a room with twin queen beds, able to leave the complete chaotic mess they’ve made of one bed and slip into cool sheets of the freshly made bed, still naked but freshly clean because Bradley had bullied him into the shower, lathered up his hands and washed Jake all over, kept kissing him and them made them both drink more water and brush their teeth. He knows he’ll be grateful in the morning.

PART TWO

#You put a ring on a wild thing #Hangster #Sereshaw #Top Gun Maverick fanfic

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mcflymemes · 1 year ago

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ANYONE BUT YOU (2023) PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

you still live at 28 fuckboy lane?

there's a reason why you're alone. no one can trust you.

i still think about the night we spent together.

these last few days really made me realize how much i miss you.

that night at your place, no matter how it ended, it was still pretty amazing.

so... you gonna kiss me now?

you'll always be my rock bottom.

okay, nuzzle my neck. get in there.

we are not together. we were faking it the whole time.

we have to kick it up a notch. make it feel like we're in the ga-ga stage.

you know, i feel really bad about that.

did you catch him measuring his dick with a ruler app?

you scared the shit out of me.

we're getting pretty good at faking it.

it doesn't matter how we found out.

permission to put my left hand on your right buttock?

okay, not in circles. it's not a magic lamp.

are you not wearing underwear?

we do not inherit the earth. we just borrow it from our creatures.

i have a better idea. you just let me do everything.

thanks for being so cool about all of this.

you want a coffee? it's the best n the world.

there's only one bed, but we hung a shower curtain in the middle.

hi. where's your bathroom?

i could have done it myself, but whatever. thanks.

thanks for not stealing my coat.

is that really a two person job?

you would let me die?

they think i'm throwing my life away.

no, that was rude. i apologize to anyone that was listening.

i don't know. i'm not good at this, sorry.

i'm from a different generation.

i'm not talking about love. i'm talking about dick.

all that matters is that we're together.

that's not me anymore. i'm free now. i'm deprogrammed.

no way, that man does not have a heart.

well, that didn't take long.

if i never ask you for anything ever again, can you please just lay off of me this weekend?

let's just have a moment to calm ourselves.

no one cares. no one can see us.

we were on a break, asshole.

either way, someone's lying to someone.

i must have really gotten under your skin.

you used none of those terms properly.

i cannot believe i just said that out loud.

i'm sorry. my life is a disaster right now.

look at this place. it looks like every serial killer reenactment documentary.

no matter how broken something is, there's always a way to fix it.

this whole thing is so new to me.

i don't really like labels, but i like you a whole bunch.

so are you going to ask me out now?

so if we were getting attacked by giant spiders, you would not be able to protect us?

you two know each other?

i'm going to go grab a drink. door's that way if you're looking to sneak out. i know that's your thing.

i'm going to get a drink and toast to never seeing you again.

how crazy is it that we're on the same plane?

why do so many of us feel stuck?

you don't even play tennis.

we're fine if he just stays away from me.

you're such a romantic.

i was hoping you'd come. i wanted to message you, but i didn't know how you'd feel about hearing from me.

they're also a little worried how you're gonna react to all this.

you have a little something in your teeth.

we need to come up with a game plan.

you are so terrible at this.

it's harder than you think.

they know i would never go out with a guy like you.

we just suck face in front of everybody.

you're calling me a fuckboy like it's an insult? i own that shit.

let's just be affectionate. i know it's a foreign concept for you.

you were the one who said there's a thin line between love and hate.

i think it was more of a euphemism for crying alone.

i definitely didn't hate you.

last night was the first thing i haven't regretted in a long time.

i love the weird way you stick your hand down my pants.

#thank you to fxcdboys for the suggestion!!!#rp prompt #rp meme #mcflymemes #rp memes #roleplay memes #roleplay prompt #ask meme #rp starters #roleplay meme #ask memes #roleplay inbox prompts #rp inbox meme #inbox prompt #inbox meme #sentence starter #sentence starter prompt #sentence starters

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katanablue · 1 year ago

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Donnie + simultaneous orgasm

Warnings: toy usage, grinding

If you had to choose one of the million things about Donnie you were extremely grateful for; in this moment you’d pick how experimental and open he was when it came to things in the bedroom.

You’d even place it right on top when he’s the one who suggests something new.

Like right now, when he brought up the idea of finishing together at the same time.

“Just shift a little more left and… ohhh— yeah right there. Right there, Dove.”

You could barely keep your eyes open, not when the vibrator perfectly placed between you and Donatello is sending waves of pleasure throughout your bodies. You balance yourself with your hands on his plastron, fingers spread wide and flexing into him as you started to gently rock your hips. Donnie puts his own hands on your waist and starts to move along with you, mouth hanging open as the vibrations travel throughout his cock.

Your combined soft pants filled your bedroom, careful to not go past a certain volume considering it’s late at night and your apartment walls aren’t exactly soundproof. But right now you weren’t focusing on that, right now you were too zoned in on the toy against you and watching your genius boyfriend rut against you and it.

“You look so beautiful, Dove.” He whispers and trails a hand up your chest to lightly pinch your nipple, twisting it delicately and then switching to your other. You whimper and dig your nails into his plastron, grinding yourself a bit faster against the toy, spreading your arousal over it and Donnie’s thighs.

“Fuck, Donnie. Why didn’t we done this sooner?” Your voice is almost slurring, laced with desire and the dire ache to orgasm. But you remember why you’re doing this in the first place, to reach that blissful peak at the same time as your terrapin lover.

“Doesn’t matter. What matters now is— ohh God lean forward again, just like that!” He moans loudly, throwing his head back and bucking his hips upward which in turn causes the vibrator to be more snug against you. You cry out and rock your hips harder and faster, already feeling that familiar knot start to form.

“Please say you’re close.” You beg, sliding your hand up his form to cup his cheek. He puts his hand over your own and nods, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Lean closer.” He strains out, winding his arms over your back to keep you pressed against his plastron and effectively minimizing the space of your pelvises even more against the vibrator.

You moan right against his mouth, Donnie swallowing it up eagerly as he puts all his energy into making sure you both climax at the same time, fingertips digging nearly hard enough to leave bruises into your skin.

Your whines mix together, increasing in strength and then you both feel that band snap. You pant and huff heavily against each other, your movements becoming sloppy and rough. The toy slips out of position but that doesn’t stop you and Donnie from continuing to ride out your orgasms by humping against each other.

Eventually you both come down from your high, his hand affectionately rubbing up and down your sweaty back. You lift your hips and remove the toy, plopping against Donnie to catch your breath and peppering sweet kisses against his cheek.

“So,” You huff out and lift yourself just enough to look him in the eyes. “What’s next on the experimental list?”

“Well actually I conjured up a wheel to make it more exciting…”

#Donnie the lovable dork that you are #tmnt #tmnt x reader #2003 donnie #2003 donatello #donatello x reader #my writings

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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CRP characters crushing on the reader 1/?

Not sure how many parts this will be split into, probably 2 or 3 we will see! If the character you want isnt here check the other parts! If they aren't in any parts assume I dont write for them! Ben will not be included in this series

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Masky, Hoodie, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Puppeteer

Notes: reader is GN but focus is mainly on canon characters

CWs: canon typical stuff, stalking/observing

SLENDERMAN

Honestly the idea of an old forest creature developing feelings for you is kind of flattering, at least it is to me. Especially when you headcanon that said creature can kind of sense what kind of person you are, without needing to directly interact with you. Assuming you both haven't interacted, you notice flowers placed in areas of the forest you walk around and visit a lot. You also notice a looming presence but you can pin point where it's coming from, you just know you're being watched. Observes you from afar, and the only reason you ever catch him it because he lets you see him. Not a traditional relationship or one that forms with a confession, more like... you both growing more and more attached to each other as he assimilates himself into your life. I can see him doing this in general, regardless of if he feels ends up being romantic or not.

SPLENDORMAN

Not as reclusive as his brother, he's more open to approaching you and trying to strike a bond. Here's to hoping you don't freak out from being approached by this tall lanky monster! Puts off asking you out for a while to give you some time to get used to him and for a proper relationship to build. Keeps track of everything you've ever said to him and uses it to get on your good side. Gifts, ideas for activities, and so on! He likes letting you talk, and he lets you vent to him. His advice can border a bit on toxic positivity, but he does do his best to actually take in what you're saying. In a way you can say he's obsessed with you, but it's more of a puppy love kind of way as opposed to how some other characters may be... which we will get into later!

MASKY

A watcher, keeps a close eye on you before even thinking of interacting with you. Darts out of sight before you turn around and manage to catch a glimpse of him. Leaves things on your doorstep, things he's picked up on you enjoying. He still does this if the two of you are already familiar with each other, sometimes he even does it if you're letting him stay in your house. Protective, as well, so you won't ever have to worry about anyone attempting to come hurt you or otherwise mess with you! He's kind of like a cat in regards to watching from afar but not wanting to get directly involved, kind of shrinks away from any affection or moves you throw his way. Weird shit.

HOODIE

He's very similar to Masky, but he's more likely to mess with you and get your attention. Leaving notes, or letting you catch peeks of him before he decides to come interact with you in person. If you ever go outside, he leaves you some thing he's found while out and about in the woods. Cool rocks or small sticks, things like that! More likely to approach you and/or accept any attention you throw his way than Masky is, actually he enjoys when you return the energy and you're just as weird as him.

LAUGHING JACK

Congrats, you've found an old music box that looked cool... little did you know you now have a secret admirer. Definitely the type to make a version of you in his head before he even interacts with you. I think it would be a coin toss on whether you live up to his expectations or let him down. I mean even if you do, he still wants to know everything about you. Open flirt and a tease when you get used to his presence. A yapper, through and through. He's going to be all over the place in an attempt to keep your attention on him and he visibly wilts and pouts when you need to put it somewhere else. Very openly affectionate, as well.

EYELESS JACK

One of the few that would not end up confessing his feelings unless you did it first. I always tend to write him as hermit and a recluse, not wanting to interact with others given the whole... eating flesh thing... and the bloodlust hc I have. He likely saw you through stalking another person, or maybe you were the person he was originally planning to harvest from. Who knows! You just know that you went from feeling like you were being watched and followed to becoming hyper aware that those signs just... stopped... It's a little unnerving... You notice a gift on your doorstep, and that's it. Like someone was trying to make up for something. He internalizes his feelings a lot, too. This actually makes him angrier with his situation since it's another part of his life he can't get back. Botched human sacrifices, am I right?

PUPPETEER

You notice your things being moved or outright going missing. Sometimes they look used. Unlike other characters that watch from afar before making themselves known, Puppeteer can't help himself and he wants to get in your face. You kind of get a ghost roommate, soo... have fun! Teases and flirts with you to your face, if you ever return the same energy he doesn't let you know how much it affects him. Deflects by turning it back on you. Demands your attention like Jack, but he's more... hmm.. about it. He doesn't outright say he wants you to pay attention to him but he finds ways to make you pay attention. If that makes sense...

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #slenderman x reader #splendorman x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #laughing jack x reader #eyeless jack x reader #puppeteer x reader #the puppeteer x reader #slenderman x you #splendorman x you #masky x you #hoodie x you #laughing jack x you #eyeless jack x you #puppeteer x you #the puppeteer x you

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STOLAS AND BLITZ'S CURRENT RELATIONSHIP IS A TREASURE TROVE

Helluva Boss is the ideal source material for fanworks in so many ways. Especially because of where Blitz and Stolas's relationship is right now.

One of the show's more obvious issues is the pacing, and while I don't know a ton about animated productions, it's always seemed to me like they're creating an enormously ambitious production on a pretty limited budget, so they kind of have to power through these episodes at a hundred miles an hour without the luxury of going at the slower, more nuanced pace they deserve. But that's where fanfiction and fanart can really elevate what canon gives us, because the show is creating so much potential to explore, and we have time in between episodes to play!

Basically: I love it here and this episode was a buffet of goodness.

Following Mastermind, Stolas and Blitz are discovering that despite their physically intimate relationship and their feelings for each other, they don't actually know each other.

In Sinsmas, we see Stolas and Blitz discovering so many new things about each other, to the point where you wonder what they ever talked about until you remember: sex. When they reunited as adults, they never re-learned who each other is now. Instead, they jumped past personal intimacy to physical intimacy.

And now that they're working on their personal intimacy, I love that Blitz has flipped completely from acting cold to Stolas out of uncertainty and self-defense to committing to him, unrelentingly loyal and affectionate. The way he is with Loona.

So we have them learning each other in doses:

• Blitz's horse thing

• Stolas's secret medication

• What Stolas eats

• Social norms Stolas didn't have to know when he was part of the wealthy ruling class

• Hellborn culture

• Blitz's genuine love for the company he built, not just pride

• Just how different Blitz's way of life is from the one Stolas is accustomed to

• And the real Blitz as opposed to the idealized version Stolas invented in his fantasies

In Mastermind, Stolas has that line, "Why am I throwing my freedom away for this idiot?" in part because he was still mad at Blitz, but also because Blitz has been knocked off his pedestal, and Stolas has to relearn him from nothing.

But the thing is: this idiot loves Stolas.

He's not ashamed to eat with Stolas in public, not ashamed to protect him from the other Hellborn who hate Stolas because of the trial.

He's genuinely delighted spending his time with Stolas.

He'll hunt rats in an alley just to make sure Stolas is eating what he likes.

And he champions Stolas's very first secretarial attempt in very characteristically giddy flavor.

He risks his life to save Stolas's, a flip from Mastermind.

He wraps Stolas in his own jacket to keep him warm, even though Blitz just complained about Earth's winter topside.

And he wraps Stolas in a blanket, then eats hot coals/brimstone(/whatever those rocks were) to become a hot water bottle for Stolas.

Because ultimately, what Blitz wants and perhaps realizes he wants in this episode is that he wants to be a complete family with Stolas and their daughters.

And they'll get there in part by talking to each other about what matters.

Not fighting, not yelling, not walking away, just talking to each other. About their vulnerabilities and their fears and what hurts. About their past hurts and their worries for the future.

And they've never done that at length before.

The trial gave Blitz the wakeup call he needed, and now the season is ending with Blitz completing another curve of his character arc. Does he believe he deserves Stolas? No. Does he have the family he wants? Nope! But to get there he has to make things right with Stolas, and he's (mostly) done that.

What comes next for them in season three will be up to Stolas.

Blitz has embraced Stolas, but it's not quite reciprocal yet.

So I look forward to aaaaaaalllllllllI the fic and fanart along the way. :>

#helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss sinsmas #helluva boss #stolas x blitz #stolitz #i love this show so dearly ugh the ART in that last scene

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furinana · 3 months ago

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The rock stars that were the base for SMTIV's moral representatives

Queen and Sex Pistols contrasting each other like LAW and CHAOS? It's more likely than you think.

Disclaimer: This is a post made for highlighting similarities behind the musicians and their music contributions to the SMTIV alignments they're inserted into; in other words, there's not an intent to necessarily argument that the characters were planned to reference them to the same extent explored here.

Brian May

Brian May (born 1947) is an English musician with a highly educated and overachiever background encouraged by his parents. He's most known as the lead guitarist and backing vocalist of Queen, which he co-founded with singer Freddie Mercury and drummer Roger Taylor. His guitar work and songwriting contributions helped Queen become one of the most successful acts in music history.

He's still active as of 2025 at the age of 77.

Politically, Brian May would reiterate that he always believed in compassion towards people and grew to loathe corruption, inequality and discrimination.

“I don’t like all this separatist stuff and you know this sort of illusion that we can all stand on our own, to me the future lies in co-operation." Blabbermouth

Brian May had a sheltered childhood where he wasn't really a kid that would argue with his parents. He recalls the love of affectionate (albeit overprotective) parents that would later become a hurdle in his music career: “Dad was mortified when I chose the band over finishing my PhD. He thought I was throwing away my education. [...] When Queen was taking off, we didn’t speak for nearly two years."

The rift had a devastating effect on his mother’s health as she desperately tried to make the peace. “It drove her to a nervous breakdown. I inherited my dad’s stubbornness and she couldn’t get either of us to budge. I still regret that I wasn’t more conciliatory, but Dad and I were just too much alike.”

May only found out later there was an underlying reason for his father’s initial dislike of his lifestyle. “Dad confided in me that when he came out of the RAF, he’d like to have taken off and joined a band. But he had me on the way and needed job security. I realised then that he’d found it hard to accept my choice because it was a dream he’d been forced to reject.”

After his father's death, his mother would confess that they had a difficult relationship. "But as a kid I had no idea, it just felt like a secure and loving home. She felt she’d just submerged herself in Dad, as wives did in those days."

Queen

Founded in 1970, Queen released their self-titled debut album in 1973. Despite not being an immediate success, they quickly gained popularity in Britain with their second album Queen II in 1974.

Both were concept albums set in a medieval fairy-realm that "follows a royal line's magical battle against forces of darkness".

Notice the obvious similarity to Kaneko's depiction of a seraph. In SMTIV, Seraph is an end-game boss in both Neutral and Chaos routes that prevents Flynn from further entry into Purgatorium, a maze divided into "Crowns".

Here's a song from Queen II.

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A word in your ear From father to son Hear the word that I say I fought with you Fought on your side Long before you were born Joyful the sound The word goes around From father to son To son And the voice is so clear Time after time it keeps calling you Calling you on Don't destroy what you see Your country to be Just keep building on the ground That's been won Kings will be crowned And the word goes around From father to son To son Won't you hear us sing Our family song? Oh, yeah Now we hand it on But I've heard it all before Take this letter that I give you Take it, sonny, hold it high You won't understand a word that's in it But you'll write it all again before you die

Initially characterised for its combination of acoustic/electric guitar extremes and fantasy-inspired multi-part song epics, the band later became known for their anthemic songs which are a staple of sports arenas and stadiums the world over, with several songs being written with audience participation in mind, such as We Will Rock You" and "We Are the Champions.

Additionally, the main reason behind the name 'Queen' was clever marketing on Freddie Mercury’s part. The crest mirrors the multifaceted meaning of the band’s name as it resembles the Royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom.

Freddie studied fashion and graphic design so he thought ahead on the visual potential:

"I thought up the name Queen early on. [...] It was a very regal name and it sounded splendid. It’s strong, very universal, and immediate. [...] It lent itself to a lot of things, like the theatre, and it was grand. It was very pompous [...] I was certainly aware of the gay connotations, but that was just one facet of it." Freddie Mercury: A Life, In His Own Words

According to the same source, Freddie was also in good terms with Prince Andrew during their career and had "a lot of respect for royalty", declaring himself a patriot.

Brian May seems to share a similar mentality since he performed a guitar solo of the British national anthem God Save the Queen from the roof of Buckingham Palace as part of the Golden Jubilee of Elizabeth II celebrations in 2002 and accepted knighthood from King Charles in 2023.

By the way...

Here's the impact of Brian May in 1970s shoujo manga.

Left: マーシイは物理が苦手 Right: 恋のクッキング・タイム Some discuss that his figure also potentially influenced works like Rose of Versailles.

Sid Vicious

Simon John Ritchie (1957–1979), better known by his stage name Sid Vicious, was an English musician most famous as the second bassist for the punk rock band Sex Pistols. Ritchie grew up in a poor household with an absent father that provided no financial help so his mother resorted to selling drugs. His troubled family situation reached a point of being kicked out of home at 16 and getting accustomed early to drug addiction that came from his own mother.

In 1973, he befriended fellow classmate John Lydon "Johnny Rotten", who nicknamed Ritchie "Sid Vicious" after Ritchie was bitten by Lydon's hamster that was named after ex-Pink Floyd member Syd Barrett. Ritchie reacted by saying: "Sid is really vicious!". Lydon found hilarious that his friend could be harmed by his pet that he would describe as “the softest, furriest, weediest thing on earth”.

In 1975, John Lydon formed the Sex Pistols with Steve Jones, Paul Cook and Glen Matlock. Jah Wobble (a teen friend of Lydon and Sid) recalls these early years where the suggestible Sid would frequent pubs to watch the Sex Pistols as a dedicated fan and become shaped with the rebellious and drug-addicted behavior of the regulars.

In February 1977, Sid stepped into the role he felt he was born to play, replacing Glen Matlock as the Sex Pistols bassist.

The Sex Pistols

"The Sex Pistols' music was not formally groundbreaking, yet their simple meat-and-potatoes rock was filled with a power and aggression that was all but unknown in the mid-'70s, and the ferocious, sneering vocals of Johnny Rotten (as well as his pointed, accusatory lyrics) upended all expectations of how a rock frontman should look or sound. Even as the media treated them as pariahs, the potency of their music and their image spoke to an audience waiting for something different than the prog and soft rock sounds that ruled the charts in the 1970s, sparking a revolution that is still playing itself out." Mark Deming

The band gained widespread attention from British press after swearing live on-air during a December 1976 television interview. Their May 1977 single God Save the Queen, which described the monarchy as a "fascist regime", was released to coincide with national celebrations for the Queen's Silver Jubilee. The song was promptly banned from being played by the BBC and by nearly every independent radio station in Britain, making it the most censored record in British history:

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God save the Queen Her fascist regime It made you a moron A potential H-bomb God save the queen She ain't no human being There is no future In England's dreaming Don't be told what you want to want to And don't be told what you want to need There's no future, no future No future for you God save the Queen We mean it, man We love our Queen God saves God save the Queen 'Cause tourists are money And our figurehead Is not what she seems Oh, God save history God save your mad parade Oh, Lord, God have mercy All crimes are paid When there's no future, how can there be sin? We're the flowers in the dustbin We're the poison in your human machine We're the future, your future

The band’s "(mis)manager", as they liked to call him, Malcolm McLaren, co-owned a clothing shop on King’s Road with his then-partner, designer Vivienne Westwood. A centerpiece of the punk movement and a kind of headquarters for the band, this shop was unlike any other at the time. Simply named SEX, it was a shock-and-awe clothing boutique of the latest fetish “anti-fashions” – chains, whips, rips, rubber wear, and all. Back when Sid was homeless, hanging out in McLaren's clothing store was how he spent time as he already had a penchant for fashion as a means of standing out from the crowd.

In The Filth and the Fury documentary, McLaren explained he wanted a group that seemed dangerous, but alluring, in other words, something to represent his store. “[I] launched the idea in the form of a band of kids who could be perceived as being bad.” Therefore the name Sex Pistols invoked an image of “sexy young assassins", with pistol as a double entendre for male body part.

Journalist Vivien Goldeman comments of a certain facet of punk where kids like Sid would "piss off parents on purpose" and camouflage their insecurities through edginess such as wearing swastika motifs for shock value (Sid obviously wouldn't be a Nazi as his dying love Nancy Spungeon was a Jewish girl).

With this intent in mind, their music manager would purposefully set the band into situations where chaos would broke in for scandals and sensationalism. Sid Vicious would be the most infamous example of the group, being chosen to play as a bassist for his looks and attitude while being encouraged to be drunk and disordely.

"Sid was offered up as a sacrificial lamb by the people around the Pistols. None of them would have gone over the top. He was their kamikaze pilot, and they were all too happy to strap him in and send him off." The Guardian

His romance-turned-tragedy with Nancy was another facet of this environment, with both being attracted by and ultimately aggravating their own self-destructive tendencies on the company of the other.

Even after the intoxicated accident that caused Nancy's death, Sid still couldn't leave his addiction and would reply in a cracked voice "I can't straighten up. I just can't be straight". For Sid, this grim reality was his basic nature and was going to kill him no matter the outcome, to which became reality when he passed away from overdose with only 21 years old.

In Jah Wobble's words, he embodied "everything in punk that was dark, decadent and nihilistic". Wobble would also reflect that even when Sid was still a bright kid, he would recall of "another side of him that was weird and brooding" thus realize his peer must already have been very hurt mentally.

Although their initial career lasted just two and a half years, the Sex Pistols became culturally influential in popular music. The band initiated the punk movement in the United Kingdom and inspired many later punk, post-punk and alternative rock musicians, while their clothing and hairstyles were a significant influence on the early punk image.

Sid Viciouses in Japanese pop media: Ren (Nana), Ritchie (Listeners) and Leon Kuwata (Danganronpa).

Queen and Sex Pistols' well-known beef

While Freddie Mercury is considered by many as one of a kind that broke molds in the music industry specially regarding rock masculinity, Freddie didn't want the Queen to be seen as revolutionary and never addressed publicly his own sexuality.

Queen drummer Roger Taylor has commented that Freddie wouldn't allow political themes and very early in their career they consciously decided that Queen's material would refrain from commenting on social affairs.

So understandably there would come a certain clash between them and a certain genre which Sex Pistols come from:

Queen's music couldn't have been further from the punk movement. In fact, the youth-propelled backlash of punk music and its iconography was very much seen as an antidote to bands like Queen. Of course, we're not just referring to the fact that the rock legends shared their name with Queen Elizabeth II, the focus of the Sex Pistols' snarling anthem 'God Save The Queen'. But Queen and their arsenal of songs that merged rock, opera, and unbridled theatricality was starting to be seen as snooty and elitist by segments of the youth population. As the decade unfolded, kids were in search of new meaning amidst the backdrop of political and economic turmoil, and punk music was the answer. No longer were musicians beholden to actually having to learn an instrument, they could just thrash out three chords on a guitar and vent down a microphone. What came of it was a cultural explosion that shook the foundations of music, art, politics, and society at large. However, Freddie Mercury wasn't too enamoured by the punk movement [...] Performing to thousands upon thousands of adoring fans every night was where Freddie considered his best work to come from. On the other hand, he couldn't quite understand why punk bands insisted on keeping their audiences niche, harnessing the power of community in smaller venues. Freddie revealed: "I think everybody wants to be successful. I don't care what they say. I know there was a fashion with the punk movement or whatever." "They said, ‘Oh, we want to play to the small audiences because we're being intimate' and all that. Load of rubbish!" he spat incredulously. [...] It's no secret that Freddie wasn't an overt supporter of punk music and its associated members, likely because he and Queen were very much the target of their vitriol. There's the infamous scenario where he got one over on his punk detractors, namely the Sex Pistols' Sid Vicious when both bands occupied the same studio during a recording session. A smirking Vicious tainted Mercury by saying: "Have you succeeded in bringing ballet to the masses yet?". Freddie told one interviewer: "I called him Simon Ferocious or something, and he didn't like it at all." and dragged him out of the studio by his collar like a naughty school boy. Gold Radio 1 / 2

Of course, while the Sex Pistols was an important vehicle for newcomers to discover the punk scene and radicalize themselves, it's also relevant to bring the debate within the punk community itself surrounding the authenticity of Sex Pistols: they're judged by many as one of the "earliest industry plants" with their primary motive being of profitting over a bad boy image.

As far as their manager McLaren was concerned, Sid Vicious was perfect in assisting Sex Pistols' career as national and international outrages, not caring less about even his total inexperience as a bass player. Guitarist Steve Jones would go as far as stating "Actually we're not into music, we're into chaos."

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What doesn't help much their image either is that (now ex-)frontman John Lydon himself would later state in a 2012 interview that he never considered himself an anarchist despite having a hit called Anarchy in the UK. John Lydon went as far as paying tribute to Queen Elizabeth in her death and show support for far-right politicians, to the dismayal of many fans and to fellow members of the band that are still active. Vivienne Westwood that was the mind behind the punk fashion utilized by the band also showed to be someone that could be on good terms with the monarchy over the decades.

At the end of the day, both Queen and Sex Pistols at the time "played their parts" in order to give what the people wanted to hear through different methods.

Queen played "within" the system. Sex Pistols played "against" it.

The third 1970s rock icon representative

Surprise, surprise! It wasn't only Law and Chaos that got representatives based off rock stars.

A certain Neutral-aligned character was inspired by a figure of great importance in the early Japanese punk scene.

We're talking about Fujiwara.

He is Makoto Ayukawa from Sheena & the Rokkets!

Sheena & the Rokkets, sometimes abbreviated as Shinaroke, is a band formed in 1978 by Makoto Ayukawa (1948-2023) and his wife Etsuko (1953-2015).

The couple, who were already parents to twins, were able to start their career together thanks to Sheena's father's support, who pushed Ayukawa to go and try his luck in Tokyo while leaving the kids under the care of Sheena's family.

Etsuko adopted the name Sheena after the Ramones' song Sheena Is a Punk Rocker. "Sheena & the Rokkets" come from "Rock + Etsuko = Rockets", to which Ayukawa gave an old-fashioned spin and the quirky spelling for "more rock style".

Ayukawa received a Gibson Les Paul Custom from a friend when Sheena & the Rokkets was formed in 1978, and played the same guitar for over 40 years since moving to Tokyo. He is said to be the only musician in the world who has achieved this feat, even at a Guinness World Record level.

Despite having no experience as a musician at all up until that point, Sheena's confidence in her high spirits and unshakeable mental strenght led the band in a good direction and became a pioneer of Japanese female rock vocalists.

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Holding a baby who loves rock A cute mommy is going away By the time this child turns twenty, the world will surely be a better place So for a while, mommy and you Let's do our best, let's do our best When I see you laughing with rock, I always feel courage I made you because I loved you, I gave birth to you because I have love I've been told all sorts of things, But until the world turns with rock, Let's believe in humanity and do our best This world is still ugly, But someday it will change for the better There's no point in hating each other, so let's keep smiling, let's keep smiling When I touch you asleep with rock, My heart starts dancing by itself Because I loved you, you're here Because I have love, Tomorrow and the future will surely come with you Until we can talk with rock, let's love humanity and keep smiling

If you asked an average fan to describe the music of Shinaroke, you'd get the strong impression of a live band that combines blues-derived rock and roll with punkish beats, with Ayukawa's edgy guitar as the core and Sheena's husky, powerful vocals. However, their early albums were also influenced by techno and new wave, showing they had a curious and flexible attitude that embodied the free spirit of rock.

Ayukawa was also sensitive to the changes of the times by using computers before the Internet became widespread in the world and being one of the earliest examples of a band launching their official website, "Rokket Web", in 1996.

Examples where Ayukawa's influence is seen: Left: the heroine Madoka Ayukawa of Izumi Matsumoto's Kimagure Orange Road. Right: Ayumi Hatsuyuki (鮎見初雪) from Kamijo Atsushi's TO-Y.

In the middle of a busy schedule, Sheena fell ill and was diagnosed with stage 4 cervical cancer, but at her strong request, her condition wasn't revealed to anyone other than her family and continued performing live until two months before her death in 2015.

Many fans admire and feel encouraged to this day by Sheena for her positive mindset and stubbornness in continuing to follow what her heart set her to do:

"Sometimes we rise up, sometimes we sink down. However, no matter how lost she'd become, Sheena's words and actions were always positive and powerful [...] Her lifestyle as a vocalist who performed dozens of times a year, a mother of three daughters, and a woman who stayed close to the man she loves [...] was dazzlingly pure, simple, and full of love." YOU MAY DREAM review

Regarding future activities, Ayukawa stated that he would carry on his beloved partner's wishes and continue with Sheena & the Rokkets. Ayukawa continued performing as a three-piece with original members Nara Toshihiro and Kawashima Kazuhide (with Ayukawa and Sheena's third and youngest daughter, LUCY MIRROR, later joining the band as a main vocalist) until he passed in 2023.

Ayukawa would say, "If everyone listens to rock, there will be peace. There will be no wars." and "Even if I were to be reborn again, I would still love Sheena". That was his will that he wanted messages of love and peace to continue to be passed on to future generations through rock music.

Sheena and Ayukawa's energetic live performances over the years, regardless of major or indie, have been supported and loved not only by music fans but also by many peers and juniors and shaped the Japanese punk rock scene. Even with their front couple gone, the music of Shinaroke still lives on.

The nuances behind Ayukawa's image

When describing about his style, Ayukawa said "I may have a strong image of rock, but when I was a kid there was no such word as rock, so music lovers called it pop. The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, and the Kinks were all classified as pop. So Sheena & the Rockets' music is rock, but it also has the atmosphere of what is now called 60's pop." He was also close friends with the members of the Ramones, showing the influence of New York punk and London punk in the band.

Add that to nowadays' interpretation of the genre:

[...] Japanese punk rock has evolved into a distinctive blend of Western influence and Japanese precision. [...] Japanese punk culture is characterized by its meticulous attention to detail and a unique blend of rebellion and respect. Unlike their Western counterparts, Japanese punks often maintain a level of politeness and social awareness that might seem at odds with the genre's confrontational nature. This duality is evident in the way Japanese punks interact at shows, where they might thrash wildly in a circle pit one moment and politely bow to make their way through the crowd the next. Punk Rock in Japan: A thriving subculture of rebellion and precision

Relevant to the discussion is also the famous song My Way, described as "a song for those who have overcome, for those who are victorious." We have not only Sid Vicious but Ayukawa also partaking in it with their own interpretations.

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And now, the end is near And so I face the final curtain My friend, I'll say it clear I'll state my case, of which I'm certain I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway And more, much more than this I did it my way Regrets, I've had a few But then again, too few to mention I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption I planned each charted course Each careful step along the byway And more, much more than this I did it my way Yes, there were times I'm sure you knew When I bit off More than I could chew But through it all When there was doubt I ate it up and spit it out I faced it all and I stood tall And did it my way I've loved, I've laughed and cried I've had my fill, my share of losing And now, as tears subside I find it all so amusing To think I did all that And may I say, not in a shy way Oh, no, oh, no, not me I did it my way For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught To say the things he truly feels And not the words of one who kneels The record shows I took the blows And did it my way

Sheena talked about how meaningful it was for them in her book:

"Many people in Japan think that this song is a sentimental song that looks back on one's life, but that's not true! 'My way' means 'the way I do things.' 'My greatest pride is that I've lived my life my own way.' This is a song that only Sinatra, who has survived the cutthroat world of American show business, could sing. So everything is never someone else's fault, it's one's own. I'm always positive. I don't have time to complain. I get a lot of power from the audience. The stage gives me magic. There have been countless times when the band was in trouble, both mentally and financially. But I'm lucky to be able to continue, and I'm happy just to be alive."

Another interesting cover is the classic Japanese nursery rhyme from the Showa era called Kono Michi that can be translated as "this road" or "this way". Sheena and Ayukawa were fond of it as they similarly were by Frank Sinatra's My Way (going as far as saying it was the Japanese equivalent) and made an arrangement with a punk tune reminiscent of the Sex Pistols that was also a source of influence for Sheena & the Rokkets.

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This road is the one I once traveled Ah, that’s right Acacia flowers are blooming That hill is the one I once saw Ah, that’s right Look, it’s the white clock tower This road is the one I once traveled Ah, that’s right I went with Mother in a carriage Those clouds are the ones I once saw Ah, that’s right Hawthorn branches are drooping

Kono michi's lyrics give the impression of a thin haze, with the predominant color of the song being “white”: the flower sung as “Acacia” being actually a white locust tree; the white clock tower; the flashback image of his mother in his childhood; the white clouds and the white flowers of the three terns.

The composer, Yamada Kousaku, was very fond of this song:

Kono michi is a song that reminds me of my childhood days. I couldn’t help but recall the nostalgic paths I used to stroll down with my mother’s warm hand pulling me along, and the faint feelings I had back then. [...] I couldn’t help but recall the faint feelings of those days. However, even such a famous song has been dropped from music textbooks, and more and more children say they have never heard of it.

Despite Ayukawa's and Sheena's dedication towards a rebellious and uncertain lifestyle specially for what's expected in the conformist Japanese society, they broke against the preconceived notion that "punk youths are anti-family and destined to destruct themselves" by not only giving value to their roots but also having a happy marriage with love for their three kids and support from family members towards their dream.

Now....

for our last topic..........

Let's talk about the predecessor that influenced all bands mentioned.

One that contributed significantly towards the counterculture of the 1960s that shaped the alignments of SMTIVA. Can you figure out who I'm referring? He's the

rock representative of SMT4☮️

The design motifs that envelop the jumpsuit of our sequel protagonist says it all: a peace symbol pin, an imperative anti-war message and the most explicit of them all, the lyrics of a certain song...

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Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us only sky Imagine all the people Living for today Imagine there's no countries It isn't hard to do Nothing to kill or die for And no religion too Imagine all the people Living life in peace Imagine no possessions I wonder if you can No need for greed or hunger A brotherhood of man Imagine all the people Sharing all the world You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one

John Lennon (1940–1980) was an English singer, songwriter, musician and political activist. He gained worldwide fame as the founder, co-lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist of the Beatles. He was inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame and the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame both as a member of the Beatles and as a solo artist.

John Lennon was an only child and due to clashes between his parents, his custody was given to his aunt. Lennon commented about his family and his rebellious nature:

"A part of me would like to be accepted by all facets of society and not be this loudmouthed lunatic poet/musician. But I cannot be what I am not... I was the one who all the other boys' parents – including Paul's father – would say, "Keep away from him"... The parents instinctively recognised I was a troublemaker, meaning I did not conform and I would influence their children, which I did. I did my best to disrupt every friend's home... Partly out of envy that I didn't have this so-called home... [...] I would infiltrate the other boys' minds. I could say, "Parents are not gods because I don't live with mine and, therefore, I know." All we are saying (2000)

At the age of 15, Lennon formed a skiffle group, the Quarrymen. By the summer of 1957, the Quarrymen played a "spirited set of songs" made up of half skiffle and half rock and roll. Lennon first met Paul McCartney at the Quarrymen's second performance and asked him to join the band.

In 1958, Lennon's mother was killed by a car driven by an off-duty police officer while she was walking home. His mother's death traumatised the teenage Lennon, who, for the next two years, drank heavily and frequently got into fights, consumed by a "blind rage". At college he began to wear Teddy Boy clothes and was threatened with expulsion for his behavior, and was "thrown out of the college before his final year". Lennon's bond with McCartney whose mother had already died of breast cancer in 1956 became tighter from then on.

The Beatles

"The Beatles" was formed in early 1960 and completed the four-piece line-up with Paul McCartney, George Harrinson and Ringo Starr in 1962; that would remain until the group's break-up in 1970. McCartney said that the other Beatles idolised Lennon: "We all looked up to John. He was older and he was very much the leader; he was the quickest wit and the smartest."

The Beatles achieved mainstream success and sparked the "Beatlemania" phenomenon in 1963, gained international superstardom in 1964. By the end of the decade, the Beatles were seen as an embodiment of the era's sociocultural movements, exemplified by the sentiment of their 1967 song All You Need Is Love.

In the wake of Sgt. Pepper (1967), their eighth album, the underground and mainstream press widely publicised the Beatles as leaders of youth culture, as well as "lifestyle revolutionaries". The elaborate cover depicted the group as the fictional band referred to in the album's title track standing in front of a crowd of cardboard cut-outs of celebrities and historical people. The heavy moustaches worn by the group reflected the growing influence of the hippie movement while the group's clothing "spoofed the vogue in Britain for military fashions" with their brightly coloured parodies in anti-authoritarian and anti-establishment display.

Viewed as an embodiment of "the social, the musical, and more generally, the cultural changes of the 1960s", Sgt. Pepper conveyed the optimism and sense of empowerment at the centre of the youth movement. Critics have also identified loss of innocence and the dangers of overindulgence in fantasies or illusions as its most prominent themes, with its underlying philosophy attributed not only to the drug culture and freedom from parental control but also to the non-violent approach of the flower power movement, the latter being explored by Lennon in its most evident form through his solo career.

Political and religious views

Lennon met Yoko Ono for the first time in 1966. Two years before the Beatles disbanded, Lennon and Ono began public protests against the Vietnam War and would use the publicity of their own honey moon in 1969 towards promoting world peace.

They often combined advocacy with performance art, as in their "Bagism": by catching the attention of the masses with an outlandish premise, they would deliver underneath it a social and political message to the world, whether by covering their bodies with a bag in order to strip the viewer from prejudices or doing week-long bed-ins because "people should make love, not war".

During this period, Lennon released Give Peace a Chance, being quickly interpreted as an anti-war anthem and sung by a quarter of a million demonstrators against the Vietnam War in Washington on 15 November, the second Vietnam Moratorium Day. In December, they paid for billboards in 10 cities around the world which declared, in the national language, "War Is Over! If You Want It".

"Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it."

Among other types of activism, Lennon and Ono acted in solidarity for blue-collar workers, towards the release of those arrested for possession of marijuana and against British Imperialism by giving support to the IRA. They also attended several meetings of the White Panther Party, a far-left group against racism and capitalism.

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God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I'll say it again God is a concept By which we measure Our pain I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in Tarot I don't believe in Hitler I don't believe in Jesus I don't believe in Kennedy I don't believe in Buddha I don't believe in Mantra I don't believe in Gita I don't believe in Yoga I don't believe in Kings I don't believe in Elvis I don't believe in Zimmerman I don't believe in Beatles I just believe in me Yoko and me And that's reality The dream is over What can I say? The dream is over Yesterday I was the dreamweaver But now I'm reborn I was the walrus But now I'm John And so dear friends You just have to carry on The dream is over

In this song, Lennon chants a list of things he does not believe in, ending by stating that he just believes in himself (individuality) and Yoko (his wife). The final section describes Lennon's change since the break-up of the Beatles. While the Beatles were basically his family throughout the 1960s, he refers to Paul McCartney's 1965 Beatles song Yesterday, and states that he is no longer the "Dreamweaver" or "The Walrus", but just "John". The final line of the song, "The dream is over", has been seen as declaring the end of the 1960s quest for meaning. "If there is a God", Lennon explained, "we're all it".

While neither he or The Beatles explored the ground of proto-punk compared to other contemporaries, there's still fairness in considering that John Lennon espoused punk values before punk had begun to germinate; John Lennon made a statement in jest in a 1966 interview for Evening Standard that crystalised the anti-establishment ethos that would develop into a vital aspect of the punk spirit over the coming years: “Christianity will go. It will vanish and shrink.” A perceptive opinion for even back then as religion was in decline owing to the advent of science, technology and music. However, he did not stop there. He opined that The Beatles were “more popular than Jesus”. This wasn’t all, either. He concluded that “Jesus was all right, but his disciples were thick and ordinary. It’s them twisting it that ruins it for me.” Some elements of society were so enraged that it lead to protests, death threats and to The Beatles being banned from apartheid-era South Africa. Lennon’s quip made such an impact that even after the Beatles called it quits in 1970, his solo work was also banned from the airwaves of South Africa. In the most sensational yet hilarious reaction to Lennon’s comment, the South Carolina Ku Klux Klan nailed Beatles records to a cross and set them on fire. Retrospectively, the furor that ensued in the wake of Lennon’s comments may seem ridiculous to the 21st-century reader, but it does hold some significance. A lot of the shift in opinions and attitudes would come via the punk movement of the late ’70s, and it is clear now that Lennon turned the anti-establishment feeling up a couple of notches. So fast forward to 1980, and John Lennon would unsurprisingly show himself to be a fan of the ground-swallowing punk movement. In an interview with Playboy that year, the former Beatles frontman revealed: “I love all this punky stuff. It’s pure. I’m not, however, crazy about the people who destroy themselves.” He was then asked by the interviewer to share his thoughts on the iconic Neil Young lyric, “It’s better to burn out than to fade away”, which was taken from My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue): “I don’t appreciate worship of dead Sid Vicious or of dead James Dean or of dead John Wayne. It’s the same thing. Making Sid Vicious a hero, Jim Morrison… it’s garbage to me. I worship the people who survive.” Lennon continued: “I don’t want [my kid] Sean worshipping John Wayne or Sid Vicious. What do they teach you? Nothing. Death. Sid Vicious died for what? So that we might rock? I mean, it’s garbage, you know. If Neil Young admires that sentiment so much, why doesn’t he do it? Because he sure as hell faded away and came back many times, like all of us. No, thank you. I’ll take the living and the healthy.” This statement is wickedly ironic given that later that year, Lennon was to be murdered by the religious fanatic Mark David Chapman, owing in part to his Evening Standard comments fourteen years prior. Although he was the world’s biggest rockstar, his legacy was really cemented by his tragic death, affording him a mythos that his bandmates did not have. His frank discussion of not making cult heroes out of the dead is something that society could learn a thing or two from, as we have a tendency to fetishise death, particularly within popular culture. Far Out Magazine

The U.S. vs John Lennon

Following the impact of Give Peace a Chance and Happy Xmas (War Is Over) on the anti-war movement, the Nixon administration heard rumours of Lennon's involvement in a concert to be held in San Diego at the same time as the 1972 Republican National Convention and tried to have him deported, as Nixon believed that Lennon's anti-war activities could cost him his reelection. The next month the United States Immigration and Naturalization Service (INS) began deportation proceedings, arguing that his 1968 misdemeanour conviction for cannabis possession in London had made him ineligible for admission to the United States.

In 1973, Lennon was ordered to leave the US within 60 days. In response, Lennon and Ono held a press conference at the New York City Bar Association, where they announced the formation of the state of Nutopia; a place with "no land, no boundaries, no passports, only people". Waving the white flag of Nutopia (two handkerchiefs), they asked for political asylum in the US. Soon after the press conference, Nixon's involvement in a political scandal came to light, and led to the president's resignation 14 months later.

In 1980, John Lennon was shot and fatally wounded in New York City. The killer, Mark David Chapman, was an American Beatles fan who claimed that he had been enraged by Lennon's infamous, much-publicized remark in 1966 that the Beatles were "more popular than Jesus", and by the lyrics of Lennon's songs God and Imagine. Despite advice by his lawyers to plead insanity, Chapman pleaded guilty to the murder, saying that his plea was the will of God.

After Lennon's death, historian Jon Wiener filed a Freedom of Information Act request for FBI files that documented the Bureau's role in the deportation attempt. The FBI admitted it had 281 pages of files on Lennon, but refused to release most of them on the grounds that they contained national security information. In 1983, Wiener sued the FBI with the help of the American Civil Liberties Union of Southern California. It took 14 years of litigation to force the FBI to release the withheld pages.

The CIA and FBI spying on Lennon due to his left-wing activism and the actions of Chapman have led to conspiracy theories postulating CIA involvement in his death.

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Partnership with McCartney

From all band members, Lennon's most intense feelings were reserved for McCartney. In an interview three days before his death, he said: "Throughout my career, I've selected to work with... only two people: Paul McCartney and Yoko Ono... That ain't bad picking."

When McCartney and Lennon met as teenagers and began writing songs together, they agreed that all songs written by them (whether individually or jointly) should be credited to both of them. In Lennon's 1980 Playboy interview, he said of the partnership:

[Paul] provided a lightness, an optimism, while I would always go for the sadness, the discords, the bluesy notes. There was a period when I thought I didn't write melodies, that Paul wrote those and I just wrote straight, shouting rock 'n' roll.

Although Lennon and McCartney often wrote independently—and many Beatles songs are primarily the work of one or the other—it was rare that a song would be completed without some input from both writers. In many instances, one writer would sketch an idea or a song fragment and take it to the other to finish or improve; in some cases, two incomplete songs or song ideas that each had worked on individually would be combined into a complete song.

A Day in the Life, the final track of their 1967 album Sgt. Pepper, is one of their highest acclaimed songs done in collaboration:

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I read the news today, oh, boy About a lucky man who made the grave And though the news was rather sad Well, I just had to laugh I saw the photograph He blew his mind out in a car He didn't notice that the lights had changed A crowd of people stood and stared They'd seen his face before Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords I saw a film today, oh, boy The English Army had just won the war A crowd of people turned away But I just had to look Having read the book I'd love to turn you on Woke up, fell out of bed Dragged a comb across my head Found my way downstairs and drank a cup And looking up, I noticed I was late Found my coat and grabbed my hat Made the bus in seconds flat Found my way upstairs and had a smoke And somebody spoke, and I went into a dream (Aah, aah, aah, aah) I read the news today, oh, boy Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire And though the holes were rather small They had to count them all Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall I'd love to turn you on

A Day in the Life was centered around drug use, being strongly informed by Lennon's LSD-inspired revelations, where the "concerned 'reality' was only to the extent to what had been revealed in the eye of the beholder by the drug. The separate song fragment by McCartney ("Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head ...") was used to flesh out the middle of Lennon's composition ("I read the news today, oh boy...").

It is a drug song, but not a drug song in the way that other drug songs have often been interpreted or misinterpreted. The narrator clearly finds the real world disturbingly mundane and meaningless and wishes to “turn you on.” He is disillusioned by the media, in terms of what it presents and how it presents it. The impetus was an article in the British press that Lennon read concerning the death of Tara Browne, a young rich society friend of the Beatles. Browne drove his light blue Lotus Elan at high speed through a red light in South Kensington and was killed instantly. Presumably he was tripping or at least Lennon assumes so. From this tragically commonplace incident comes a searing critique of the modern condition. The same newspaper also contained an article about the deplorable conditions of the road in Blackburn, Lancashire. The article stated that there were “4,000 holes in the road, or one twenty-sixth of a hole per person, according to a council survey.” Lennon matched this up with a reference to the Albert Hall and the war. Again the tragic mixed with the mundane. The middle Paul section is that of a man awaking from a dream and then falling back into one. The lyrics have a feeling and emotion not present in Lennon’s flatter emotionless delivery. The subconsciousness and mysticism of the dream world meets the real world and trumps it, albeit only temporarily. But that final chord suggests the conflict never ends. Nick Moyne

As Lennon stated in 1969, "We write how we write now because of each other. Paul was there for five or ten years, and I wouldn't write like I write now if it weren't for Paul, and he wouldn't write like he does if it weren't for me."

When reporters asked McCartney for his reaction to Lennon's death when it just happened, his response ended with "Drag, isn't it?". McCartney later said that he had intended no disrespect and simply was unable to articulate his feelings, given the shock and sadness he felt over Lennon's murder. Reflecting on the day two years later, McCartney said the following: "How did I feel? I can't remember. I can't express it. I can't believe it. It was crazy. It was anger. It was fear. It was madness. It was the world coming to an end. And it was, 'Will it happen to me next?' I just felt everything. I still can't put into words. Shocking. And I ended up saying, 'It's a drag,' and that doesn't really sum it up."

Paul McCartney would later open up about his friendship with John Lennon in an emotional interview in 2019, when asked if he still thinks about his late Beatles colleague:

"I dream about him. When you've had a relationship like that for so long, such a deep relationship, I love when people revisit you in your dreams. I often have band dreams and they're crazy. I'm often with John... I have a lot of dreams about John. They're always good." Sir Paul spoke of how he has often thought of his Beatles bandmate as the "villain" in terms of their friendship, but was reminded by a photo of the pair together - shared by Colbert - that "we were good friends". "Knowing really, we were, but there were so many rumours about it. That photo, when I saw that, it's like, 'Yes. We were friends.' It's a beautiful photo for me because it just reminds me of us working together and how cool it was." Lennon, much like McCartney, lost his mother at a young age. The Beatle said that the tragedies bonded them together. "We both knew about that. We both knew that feeling," he said. "I never thought it affected my music until years later. Gold Radio

Epilogue

After reflecting on the parallels to the alignment representatives, some might think "John Lennon is linked to Bonds/Peace because he was a pacifist messenger, correct? What about Massacre/Anarchy? Where's its rep?".

the anarchist "punk" vs the pacifist "hippie"

The truth is, Lennon's ethical trajectory in his professional and personal life was, to say the least, troubled. Before meeting Ono, Lennon was aggressive towards people, including women. And as shown above, John Lennon also rejected religion, was sympathetic towards punk and had other themes that could be associated to what Dagda's ending represents.

It cannot be understated specially that John Lennon's political lyrics emboldened many musicians to be anti-authoritarian and anti-establishment, complementing with the growth of what would become the punk movement of the 70s. This is even more evidenced by Sex Pistols's John Lydon commenting of Lennon's song Working Class Hero that "for the first time in my life, I felt that this anger and frustration was real." and former Police member Sting saying, "It's because of John that we rock musicians can say anything."

One can reach the conclusion that John Lennon ultimately had the "seed" for both SMTIVA alignments, befitting our SMTIVA protagonist of dual nature.

#smtiv #smt iv #shin megami tensei iv #smtiva #smt iva #smt iv apocalypse #shin megami tensei iv apocalypse

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lilacwrite · 2 years ago

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~Otter Neuvillette~

fluff, confessing to each other; ty for the idea anon🫶🏼

Ignoring the small drops of rain, you were taking an unusual detour to work by the sea to help you calm down. You were over your head buried in stress and the sea always helped you. Feeling the soft sand and hearing the sea were the best remedy for it. But beside the melody of the sea you heard something unusual. Like a soft...cry?

Looking around you saw it. A little otter with one of it's little hands hurt. You approached it carefully not to scare it. "Hi, little otter. Please don't cry, I'll help you." you said before petting the otter to help it calm down. And as the sobs came to an end so did the rain apparently. What a great coincidence. You were thankful for the rain stopping since it rained all night and all morning.

"Can I take a look?" you asked the otter. The little one looked into your eyes and let you see the paw. It seemed like a bruise made by a big maybe even sharp rock. But you weren't sure if it was a rock or some trash people throw in the sea. You sighed before talking to yourself "I really need to speak with Monsieur about this....Oh I should go ask him, I'm sure he knows more about otters than I do." You end your monologue and return your attention to the otter. "Well how about we pay a visit to Monsieur? I'm sure you'll love him...as much as I do." you whispered the last part, still shy about your unconfessed feelings. The otter rests happily in your arms as you return to the Court of Fontaine to look for Neuvillette.

After he was nowhere to be found at the Opera you returned to your house to take care of the now sleeping otter in your arms. You place the little one on your bed, the action waking the otter up. "Sorry for waking you.... sigh I need to find you a name. Hmm...how about...Ottie? Ottie the little otter sounds adorable just like you." you smile booping the little otter's nose. Ottie smiled back at you as you went to find some bandages to take care of that wound.

"Well now Ottie, can I see your paw again?" slightly unsure, the otter stretches its' paw for you to see. You carefully bandage it as Ottie tries to hold back a whine. "Sorry,mon cher, this will only last a moment." At your affectionate nickname the otter seemed to relax and you were quickly done with the bandages. "There! You were a good boy, mon cher. Maybe I should reward you." You giggle as you pick up the otter to peak its' nose.

But as soon as your lips touched Ottie's small nose, the little otter suddenly was standing in front of you, one head taller, with silky white hair and long blue horns and a visible pink coloring his cheeks.

"Monsieur..." you sigh and take a step back, almost falling over from the shock.

"Careful, mon amour!" Neuvillette said as he quickly caught you by the waist and was now face to face with you.

Both of you were speechless looking into each other's eyes before Neuvi retreated his hand and clearing his throat murmured a small apology. "Pardon me, y/n, I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries..." you nod as he keeps going "And thank you. For taking care of me... or Ottie as you called my otter form." He smiles at the adorable name, clearly enjoying it. "I have to apologize, if I knew it was you Monsieur I wouldn't have..."

"Hmm? You wouldn't have what now? Gave me the cutest nickname? Wouldn't have said your feelings back at the beach? Wouldn't kiss me?" he smiles while waiting for you to answer.

"Monsieur are you perhaps... teasing me?" You're a bit taken aback by this side of Neuvillette but certainly not displeased. "But...yes"

"Mhm, I see. What if I told you you're not the only one feeling that way, mon amour?"

"I'm not?You mean..?" you ask, your voice full of hope.

"Most certainly, I do feel the same, mon amour. I was merely...scared to confess...scared you won't feel the same. I'm not the best at expressing my feelings, but I am glad to find out you share the feeling."

You laugh and hug Neuvillette. " Monsieur, fret not, I am laughing at my own situation. But it's a relief laugh, I am glad we both share the feeling. Now... what shall we do with this feeling, hmm?~" You smile while resting your hands on his chest and looking into those lavender eyes. "Well I- I'm not certain of the next action, maybe marriage?"

"Monsieur, as I appreciate the boldness maybe a dinner would be appropriate before a marriage?" you smile at Neuvillette as he blushes embarrassed "Yes, that would be the best approach to a future together, wouldn't it?How about now?" you shake your head giggling "So formal, Monsieur.Let me get ready for our dinner then."

Before turning around to go change, you raise yourself on your tip toes to kiss his nose. You peak now blushing Neuvillette's nose and turn around on your heels to go change.

Finally after all those months, you and Neuvillette.... it feels surreal.

#neuvillete x reader #neuvillette genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvillette #genshin impact neuvillette #neuvilette genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin x you

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shchristine · 1 year ago

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Miami

Pairing: Javier Peña x Former Partner!OFC

Summary: After six years in Colombia, Javier Peña, Steve Murphy, and their former partner Charlotte Tran have gone their separate ways to establish their lives in different parts of the country. Still clinging on to each other for comfort, the Murphys use Connie’s pregnancy as an excuse to lure Javier and Charlotte to Miami for a weekend of fun before the baby arrives.

CW: 18+ MDMI, smut, mentions of violence, mentions of PTSD struggles, inaccurate portrayal of becoming a tenured college professor lol

Charlotte’s flight from Seattle to Miami landed late in the night on Tuesday. Almost midnight. She’s surprised when it’s Connie that pulls up in the Murphy's shiny new station wagon, jumping out of the driver’s seat as soon as the car was in park outside of the baggage claim and rushing around to give her a hug. At almost 8 months pregnant, Connie’s protruding stomach pushes into Charlotte’s own as the two embrace each other.

After leaving Colombia, Steve had returned to Miami with Connie where the couple bought a house on the beach and settled into married life comfortably. He still worked for the DEA for the time being, on a much smaller scale than the operation they were involved in during their time in Colombia. And Connie was in full PTA Mom mode now that Olivia had started school.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” Connie exclaims, rocking their bodies side to side with one last squeeze before letting Charlotte go.

“I’m so happy to be here! And kind of shocked that Steve had you pick me up this late…” Charlotte trailed off, placing her suitcase in the back seat before closing the door and sliding into the front.

“Oh, he didn’t make me. I was up anyways, the little one has been keeping me up all night kicking lately so I offered. And he needs the rest, he’s been working so much the past few weeks.”

“Typical Steve,” Charlotte mumbles.

“Oh, I know,” Connie replies with a nonchalant wave of her hand before she looks into the rearview mirror and pulls the car away from the curb, “But he promised to take some time off when the baby gets here and I’m holding him to it. This weekend will be good for him, too. He’s been so excited for you two to get here.”

“When’s Javier getting in?”

“Javi!” Connie throws her arms around the neck of the man standing in the doorway, jumping up and down in excitement to see him. Javier drops his bag, returning the hug by wrapping his own arms around her. “What are you doing here? We’ve been waiting for you to call so we could come pick you up. You didn’t take a cab here, did you?”

“It’s good to see you, Connie,” he replies, laughing as he rubbed her back affectionately. “Yes, I caught a cab.”

“I can’t believe you! They’re so expensive and the traffic is so bad this time of day,” he shrugs in her embrace nonchalantly, “Well, come on now that you’re here.”

Dropping her arms from around him, she motions for him to follow her into the house.

“Steve is out on the deck grilling some dinner. He’s going to be beside himself when he sees you,” Connie starts, leading him into the kitchen, “Can I get you a beer before you head out?”

“A beer sounds great. Did Charlotte make it in yet?”

Connie couldn’t help the mischievous smile that spread across her face as she turned to the refrigerator.

“Yeah, she’s down on the beach.”

Javier narrows his eyes at the tone of her voice and the small smirk on her face once she turns back to hand him the unopened Budweiser bottle.

“Don’t start, Connie.”

She laughs, holding her hands up innocently. “I didn’t say anything! Why don’t you go on, the bottle opener should be out there on the table. I’ll grab your bag and put it in your room, then be out with Olivia in a bit once she’s done with her nap.”

Javier tries to take the bag himself, guilty over the prospect of a pregnant woman taking it instead of doing it himself, but she insists, pushing his hands away when they both bent down to grab at the handle. He concedes, shaking his head at her and making his way over to the sliding glass door that led to the deck at the back of the house.

“There you are!” Steve exclaims as Javier step outside. He puts the large tongs he had been using to flip whatever he was cooking down on the grill before enveloping his former partner in a hug of his own. “I’ve missed you, man.”

“I’ve missed you too, Murphy,” Javier responds, squeezing Steve tightly.

The pair stand on the deck for some time without interruption. Javier had taken his leather jacket off and slung it over the back of one of the patio chairs. Steve was still cooking and Connie was in the house talking to a now awake and grumpy-sounding Olivia. Javi gazed down the deck to the beach, searching for the only person missing. He saw her in the distance, crouched down in the sand looking for something. His breath catches as she stands, her long hair whipping behind her in the wind, the colorful bikini top and high-waisted denim cutoffs showing off her curves.

He had been dreaming about her lately, since they finalized their plans to come down to Miami. Dreaming about seeing her again, hearing her laugh, touching her if she would let him. He thought about her when he was shoveling hay in the stables or fixing the fence posts lining the back pasture of the ranch. Thought about her when he laid in bed at night, the dry Texas air drifting into his childhood bedroom through the open window and when he was in the shower, scrubbing off a long day’s work. How long had it been since he had seen her? He had multiple pictures of her that he looked at on a regular basis, his favorites being the one Steve took of the two of them sleeping in the back of a Jeep after a mission in the jungle, the one of her holding baby Olivia a few days after the Murphys had taken her in, smiling big with crinkled eyes at the camera, and the one he took the day he had gotten his camera of her naked body from above laying in his bed, her hands up in an attempt to cover her laughing face. That one he kept ironically tucked in between the pages of the bible he had in his bedside table drawer. But in person, it had been close to three years. She had been with him for a short time in Cali after Steve had gone back to the States, but resigned from the DEA and left Colombia for good when her Mom passed unexpectedly.

Sandals in one hand and a mysterious object clutched in the other, Charlotte made her way back down to the house, the smell of the almost-ready dinner no doubt beckoning her. She rounds the stairwell that leads up to the deck, stopping to take in the scene at the top. Javier and Steve stand together, chatting, laughing, drinking their beers. The sight brings a wide smile to her face, unshed tears burning her eyes.

Had the three of them really made it out of Colombia? Certainly not unscathed, but alive none-the-less. She could tell Steve was happy here. The domesticity of the life he and Connie had built suited him. Connie had wanted it so badly for so long, and Steve was finally able to give it to her. Javier was, Javier. He was haunted by the things he had seen and done, as she was. Life in Texas was slower, based on what he had told her during their occasional phone calls. But it was working for him. The transition from the constant high-stress, high-awareness, not knowing if you would live to see tomorrow mentality to a quiet life on the ranch with his father was jarring at first, but he was making the most of it. Charlotte’s post-Colombia life looked quite different. She still couldn’t seem to relax, the bustling city life of Seattle never fully allowing her to take a step back from the edge she had been on for the better part of the past 10 years. She was stuck in a perpetual state of fight or flight after all this time. Javier knew about most of it, they confided their struggles in each other and racked up the long-distance phone charges, having no one else that could really understand the weight of it all. The nightmares, waking up in a cold sweat, dropping a potted plant in the middle of the kitchen one day when the sirens of a police car flew past her apartment. A news channel helicopter filming the Memorial Day parade downtown sending her into the nearest bathroom with labored breaths and shaky hands. She had elected not to tell him about the shoving incident that occurred when a man stood too closely behind her at Pike Place one busy Saturday. You should talk to someone, find a therapist he had suggested. That’s how he was coping. Opening up and talking about what had happened during the years they spent down there. But she couldn’t talk about it; not yet, she told him with her eyes clamped shut, hand clasping the phone so tightly she swore she could break it. She had been trying to convince him as well as herself that Seattle was where she needed to be. It was the only home she had left, she reasoned. Where else would she go? With both of her parents dead and no siblings or cousins or distant aunts or uncles, moving back to where she had gone to college seemed like the closest thing to home.

“Are you going to come up here or are you going to keep staring at us?”

Steve pulls Charlotte out of her head, a habit he had adopted early on in their working relationship, and she races up the remaining stairs. Javier’s arms open wide as she launches herself into them, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.

“Mmm…” Javier groans, inhaling the familiar scent of her for the first time in what felt like forever. He couldn’t put his finger on the smell; something woodsy and sweet and undeniably her mixed with the salty ocean spray that whipped around her as she walked in the sand. His grasp around her back tightened, lifting her slightly off of the ground in his embrace. “I’ve missed you, Cariño.”

As they part, tears flow freely from Charlotte’s eyes. Javier wipes them with his thumb, don’t cry he mumbles to her with a smile.

“She cried when she saw me too, Jav. You’re not special,” Steve pipes up from behind them.

Javier feigns shock, his mouth opening wide and hand covering his chest.

“Is this true? I thought I was your favorite.”

Charlotte can’t help but laugh, wiping the rest of her tears away with the back of her hand before turning to help Connie get Olivia situated at the table for dinner.

“I brought you something from the beach, Livvie!” She says excitedly, smiling wider when the child laughs up at her.

She slides a perfect sand dollar she had picked up on her walk into Olivia’s grabbing hands. Connie gasps, leaning down to look at it.

“Look at that, Olivia! It’s so pretty! We’ve been looking for one without chips all summer, haven’t we? Can you say thank you?”

“Thank you auntie Char!”

Javier’s heart squeezes at the vision in front of him. Surely it was a dream, right? Connie and Charlotte playing with Olivia, Steve preparing everyone’s plates, the warm Atlantic breeze tickling his sore neck beneath the collar of his button up. It was almost like they were back in Colombia, peaceful moments like this popping up occasionally in their otherwise chaotic lives. But it was better this time. They didn’t have to go into the Embassy tomorrow morning, waiting for bad news, looking over their shoulders like it could be their last day walking this earth.

The four of them spend hours on the deck, catching up, eating, laughing, and drinking. It was dark out now, and Olivia has fallen asleep in Charlotte’s lap as the latter rubs her back soothingly. Connie sighs, stretching her arms over her head before standing up.

“I better get this one into the bath before she’s out for the night,” she says, padding across the deck to take Olivia into her own arms, carrying her into the house and closing the door behind herself.

It’s quiet for a few minutes, Steve and Javier both turning to look at Charlotte when she could no longer conceal the sniffles coming from beneath the hand that covered her face. Javier reached over to her, tracing his fingers up and down her forearm in what he hoped was a comforting manner.

“Sorry,” she sniffles again, rubbing her eyes on the sleeve of the oversized MIAMI sweatshirt she had put on before dinner. “I just..I can’t believe we’re here. Like this. Happy, breathing. Seeing you guys again is making me emotional.”

Javier sighs, his brows furrowing. He knows the pain she’s going through, because he feels it too. The resistance, almost refusal, to accept a more stagnant pace. Not fully believing that they would ever find peace after what they had endured. It was hard for all of them. Watching her fight was as hard as fighting for himself.

“They’re happy tears, I promise,” she laughs wetly. She takes in a deep breath, a shaky exhale leaving her lips as she brushes the rest of the tears away.

“I’m going to need you to buck up, Char,” Steve jokes with raised eyebrows as he stood to pick up the plates scattered across the patio table, “we already have one overly-emotional adult, you’re not allowed to go soft on us.”

The pair left on the deck chuckle as Steve disappears through the sliding door. Javier looks at Charlotte with wide eyes and gives her arm a reassuring squeeze.

Charlotte gasped as she opened the door, rows of cages filled with men and women coming into her line of sight. Making her way down the corridor, she glanced into the barred holding cells, most of the occupants huddling into corners as she passed. Gun upright in one hand and flashlight in the other, her boots squelched in the mud beneath her as she continued walking. A rough hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her close to the body of a man much larger than her.

The sound of soft crying wakes Javier up, one eye cracking open to note that it was still dark out. Middle of the night. Assuming it’s Olivia, he closes his eye and rolls over, knowing that Steve or Connie will get her. But when it didn’t stop, he realizes that the sound was much closer than Olivia’s room. It’s coming from the room next to his, Charlotte’s. After a minute of being awake he recognizes the sounds, having shared a thin bedroom wall with her in their neighboring government subsidized apartments in Bogata for all of those years. Pushing off his sheets and stretching before rolling over to place his feet on the floor, Javier stands and sleepily walks through his room and into the hallway, careful to open the door quietly so as to not wake anyone else up. He sees Charlotte clutching her blanket tightly and crying in her sleep as he opens the door to her room. He closes it again behind himself before kneeling next to her bed.

“Char,” he whispers, grabbing her shoulder and shaking it gently, “Charlotte.”

Her eyes fly open, startling him for a second before he slides his hand up and down her arm in an attempt to calm her.

“It’s ok,” he starts, but she gasps like she can’t breathe before squeezing her eyes shut again. Upon waking from the nightmare and seeing Javier next to her, she thought they might be back in Colombia. He had done this countless times back then, using the spare key she had given him for emergencies to wake her from whatever bad dream she was having. “Hey, we’re in Miami, remember?” He speaks softly, moving to run his hand down to her shoulder.

She does remember, thinking momentarily that it had been part of the dream as well. A cruel joke her mind was playing on her. But it wasn’t; it was real. Her features soften as she opens her eyes again, peering down at Javier from her place on the bed.

“Did I wake you up?” She mumbles warily, reaching out to feel his cheek with the backs of her fingers. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” he says, grabbing her hand and turning his head to give it a light kiss. “Go back to sleep.”

“Stay?” She whispers, unsure of the nerves that rise after asking when he had never denied her before.

He doesn’t this time either. He slides into the bed behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle and burying his face in her hair that lay splayed out on the pillow.

When Javier wakes again a few hours later, his head is swimming. Morning light creeps through the curtains but the pair are still in the same spot they had fallen asleep in. He’s hard, incredibly so, groaning as he mindlessly pushes himself into Charlotte’s backside. The smell of her hair fills his senses, everything else still dull from sleep. His hand slides up to feel the silky fabric of her thin nightgown. He pushes up against her again, pulling her closer to his chest before reaching up to move her hair away from the back of her neck. His lips rest there, unmoving.

“Javi…” she whispers in a disapproving tone. He had woken her up this time, and this wasn’t the first time he had woken her up like this.

“Cariño,” his voice is rough against her skin. He pushes his clothed lower half into her a third time and a quiet, relenting sigh escapes her lips.

“Hey, Steve?” Connie yells from the kitchen.

The pair freeze with wide eyes before giggling quietly to themselves as Steve yells back, his footsteps trailing past Charlotte’s room and down the carpeted stairs. Javier rolls away from her to lay on his back and adjust himself in his sleep shorts but keeps his eyes on her as she stretches her entire body for a few moments, a soft moan slipping through her lips as she releases the tension. He props himself up on his elbow, leaning over and gazing down at her with a sleepy smile. He had missed her in the time since Colombia, so much so that he thought that he might have even preferred to be back there with her than over a thousand miles apart here in the States. Sporadic phone calls did little to calm the ache he felt in her absence compared to seeing her in person again. Why had they let so much time pass?

Javier swings his leg over her middle, straddling her and leaning down to burrow his face in the space between her neck and shoulder as his hands slide down to her rest on her sides.

“I need to go shower,” she mumbles, her hand carding through his hair absentmindedly. Keeping him at arm's length emotionally, per usual.

“Not if I get there first,” he responds before nipping at the skin of her neck with his teeth gingerly and digging his fingers into the soft flesh on the side of her stomach.

She yelps, slapping him playfully on the back as he jumps off of the bed and runs towards the door. She looks up at him, stirring at his flushed cheeks and chest, his untamed hair sticking up every which way, the sleepy smile and wink he throws her way before disappearing through the door. She sighs dreamily, turning over to rub her face into the pillow he had been using.

The rest of the day goes by in a pleasant haze. Steve calls into the office sick, so the three of them spend the day drinking on the beach. Connie and Olivia join them briefly for a swim and lunch before retreating back inside. In the afternoon, the former partners trudge back up to the house to collapse into a fuzzy, alcohol-and-sun induced nap.

The remaining days of the trip pass similarly. Sightseeing around Miami, dinner and clubbing after securing a last minute babysitter. An unexpected day trip to the Keys where poor Connie had been so busy making sure Olivia was protected from the sun that she herself came home with alarmingly red and painful shoulders. Charlotte hears her crying in frustration as Steve apprehensively rubbed aloe on the angry skin in the other room that night. Javier creeps into her room every night after she has already fallen asleep, his comforting presence jarring her from her dreams momentarily before they both slip back into pleasing unconsciousness for a few hours.

The morning of their last full day there, Charlotte wakes up before Javier. She slips out of his embrace covertly as to not wake him before wrapping a sweater around herself and tip-toeing down the hall and out of the sliding glass door. Sitting in one of the patio chairs and stretching her legs out to rest on the one across from her, she slides down and sighs, her shoulders lowering from her ears in what feels like the first time in years. She can’t remember the last time she was this light. The whole week spent in Miami had been like running her hand through a fur blanket, soothing the wounds left from an age of dragging it against sandpaper.

The sun is peeking slightly over the ocean, still shrouded by the moody darkness of nighttime when Charlotte hears the door open behind her.

“I love coming out here in the morning,” Steve’s gruff morning voice comes from beside her as he sets a mug of hot coffee in front of her. He sits in the chair next to her, lifting his own mug up to his mouth. Tears prick at Charlotte’s eyes again, sad this time. She was going to miss Steve greatly when she left to go back to Seattle the next morning. He doesn’t look at her, though; staring out to watch the sunrise with a relaxed face.

They sit in comfortable silence for a long time, the sun fully out and hanging low over the water before Steve moves again. He grabs the pack of cigarettes that sit on the table and offers her one. She takes it, smiling lazily at him in thanks as he hands her the lighter. She passes it back to him and takes a slow drag. It had been a long time since she smoked, ever only really partaking after an excessively stressful day at the Embassy or a few too many drinks at the bar across from their apartments. Her nagging insistence that he and Javier smoked too much in the office rang in his ears every time Steve brought one to his lips. Nevertheless, he lights his own and sighs contentedly, finally turning to look at her.

“Back to teaching in a few days, then?” He asks as he leans back in his chair.

“Summer classes start on Wednesday. It will be nice to have a few days before getting back into it.”

Upon resigning from the DEA and returning to Seattle, Charlotte had stumbled into a teaching position at The University of Washington after meeting the chair of the psychology department at the wedding of a friend from her own college days. He was a friend of the groom’s father, impressed by her experience and credentials. She started slowly, teaching Intermediate Psychology I and II simultaneously for a few semesters before being approved for tenure-track. She would start a full-time schedule in the Fall, adding more specified subjects to her course load and beginning her work in the Behavioral Science research facility.

“Do you think you’ll stick with it?” Steve asks. He knows it was something she hadn’t intended on getting into.

“For now.”

“You could always come down here, ya know, teach at the University of Miami or something. Hang out with us on the weekends. Babysit Olivia and the baby when we go on dates.” Charlotte laughs.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I’m trying to. It would make Connie very happy, she misses you,” he stubs his cigarette out in the ashtray in between them, joining the one she had put out a few moments ago, “I miss you. It would put my mind at ease knowing you were close by.”

“You going soft on me, Murphy? After chastising me the other night?”

Steve smiles, reaching over to give her hand a quick squeeze.

“You’re so far away from us. And from Javi. What if something happens, or you need something?”

Charlotte sighs. “I’ll be ok, Steve. I’m struggling now but I won’t always be, right? How did you get over it?”

Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t, really. I don’t think we ever will. But there are things that help. You and Javi help, knowing that you two made it out. Hearing your voices over the phone or getting to see you. Work, being chained to my desk rather than out in the field has helped. Mostly, Connie. Her being down there with us, knowing the things that happened, having someone to share the burden with makes it easier.”

Charlotte nods, lifting her cup to finish the last few sips of her coffee. The door behind them opens again, a half-asleep Javier walking out onto the deck to join them for a few more moments of morning quiet.

The rest of the day drifts by easily. One last trip to the beach, where the four adults lounge on chairs while Olivia sleeps under the umbrella between Steve and Connie after a day of running through the sand. One last dinner on the back patio, conversation flowing as easily as the drinks. When Charlotte enters her bedroom after one last shower in the Murphy’s guest bathroom, Javier is already in her bed. He’s shirtless, sitting propped up by a pillow, reading his worn copy of The Sun Also Rises as he waits for her.

“It’s a little early, isn’t it?” She asks, sliding into the bed to lay on her stomach next to him before slipping her arm under the pillow to rest her head on. Half of her face is pressed into the pillow, obscuring it from his view, to his dismay.

“I’m an impatient man, you know this.”

Charlotte smiles in agreement, looking up at him through her eyelashes. He leans over her to place the book on the nightstand and pulls the light switch on the lamp. Darkness floods the room as he slides his body down next to hers, rubbing up and down her back with a heavy hand.

“I don’t want to leave yet,” she confesses with a mumble. Her eyes flutter shut at his delicate touch.

“Me neither.”

The pair are silent for a while, Javier assuming she had fallen asleep until her hand reaches up to curl into the short hairs at the base of his skull.

“I don’t want to leave you yet.”

Javier sighs, his own hand moving up to tangle in her hair. He holds it there, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. Charlotte rolls onto her back, his hand falling from her hair to land on the mattress next to her head. It serves to support his weight as he leans down again, fully covering her lips with his own this time. The kiss is slow, deliberate. A shiver makes its way down Charlotte’s spine as his mustache tickles her nose. Javier sighs again, through his nose, as he moves his body closer to hers. He needs more. His tongue slides across her bottom lip and she opens her mouth, granting him access.

They stay like this for some time, making out like teenagers before Charlotte wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her nails into the soft skin there.

The pair had been intimate in the past, stumbling into his apartment or hers in a drunken stupor a handful of times. But it was hard to get romantically involved with someone when you didn’t know if you would be returning home the next night. Didn’t know if they would be returning. Their lives stayed teetering on the fine line between continuing and ending throughout their duration in Colombia. And they were friends, first and foremost. While there was no rule explicitly forbidding an office romance, they cared too much about each other to bring the complication of a full-blown relationship into the already hectic mess that their jobs kept them in.

Now, as his free hand trails under her shirt to rest under the swell of her breasts with his lips still attached to hers, Charlotte feels as though she can’t breathe without him. The life she lives in Seattle feels like a dark, looming cloud she didn’t care to return to with the prospect of his absence.

A whimper escapes Charlotte’s lips as Javier readjust his body, gently pushing her thighs apart to rest in between them and presses his already throbbing erection into the apex there.

“Is this ok?” He asks in a soft tone, pushing the hair off of her neck before leaning down to press wet, open mouth kisses there.

“Please,” she whispers back. Javier reaches down, sliding one hand up the inside of her thigh, gently brushing his fingers against the already wet underwear inside of her soft sleep shorts. He hooks his fingers into the fabric, moving it over to press his fingers against the silky skin of her slit. Charlotte gasps at the contact, her knees instinctively coming together as Javier works to keep them apart with his thighs. His fingers gently push forward through her folds, swiping up and down to spread the wetness that had collected there. Moaning as the pad of his thumb stops at her clit, Charlotte slides her hands up from Javier’s shoulders to tangle in his hair. He keeps his thumb there, stretching his hand to slide his middle finger into her. She inhales loudly at the intrusion, trying to keep quiet once she remembers the presence of a small child just down the hall from the bedroom they’re in.

“I think about this all the time,” Javier whispers into her ear, causing her to shiver again, “think about being with you like this again.” He slips a second finger into her while keeping his thumb on her clit.

“Javi…”, she moans as his fingers pump in and out of her, his thumb simultaneously circling her sensitive bundle of nerves. Sweat is starting to collect at the back of her neck. “I want to feel you.”

Javier’s mouth moves from her ear, across her cheek to her mouth before resting her lips on top of hers. “Give me just one, baby,” he pleads. It’s not long before she does, the soft squelching of her own wetness and the feel of Javier, his breath, his fingers, the hardness in his pants pressing against her thigh cause her to spiral. Charlotte exhales loudly before whining, causing Javier to cover her mouth with the hand he had been using to support his weight. He watches as her eyes squeeze shut and brows furrow, body tightening as pleasure takes over her and then releasing as her orgasm subsides.

Javier pulls his hand away from her wet center gently before sitting up on his knees to pull his boxers down. Charlotte watches in a haze as his thick cock springs up from above the band of his underwear, lightly slapping against his abdomen before bobbing back down. Her eyes widen at the sight; she doesn’t recall him being this big but, then again, she had never slept with him while completely sober like she was now. Once his boxers are discarded, he removes her sleep shorts and underwear as well, pulling them down her thighs, then her calves, then over her feet to toss them to the floor. Charlotte does the same with her top and relishes in the feeling of his warm skin against hers as he lays back down, covering her body with his own. He kisses her again, fitting his top lip in between both of hers before lining himself up and slowly pushing himself inside of her. Their lips stay together, unmoving as he presses in further until he bottoms out. Javier starts slow, rolling his hips languidly in an attempt to savor the feeling. Who knows when they’ll be with each other like this again. Charlotte squirms underneath him, her fingernails leaving indentations scattered across his broad shoulders. He grunts at the sensation.

“More Javi, please,” she whispers in his ear and he doesn’t need to be told twice. Javier picks up his pace, causing Charlotte’s eyes to slip shut. A soft creaking from the bed beneath him sounds in time with his thrusts. He adjusts their bodies slightly, reaching down to pull one of her thighs up to rest on his hip. The slight shift has Charlotte moaning out loud, covering her own mouth quickly with the back of her hand.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” he tells her in a quiet, strained voice. Sweat has begun to collect at his hair line, Moving his hand from her thigh, his thumb finds her clit again and begins to softly massage the over-sensitive nub once more.

“I’m going to come,” Charlotte whines, her body shaking against his own. The admission has Javier’s blood racing, balls pulling up in anticipation.

“Do it,” he whispers, desperate to see her come apart again. She does, eyes squeezed shut tightly. She throws her head back on the pillow, exhaling loudly. Her cunt clenches around Javier so hard that he flinches before his whole body tenses. He barely manages to pull out in time, emitting a low mmm as he grabs his cock and paints her stomach with his release. He collapses on top of her, not bothering to clean her off before planting quick, open mouth kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “So good, Char,” he groans into her skin. She sighs contentedly, her whole body relaxing underneath him.

Steve drops Javier and Charlotte off at the airport early the next morning on his way to work. The trio mournfully say their goodbyes, hugging each other tightly before regretfully letting go. With promises to come back after the baby is born, Charlotte and Javier leave Steve at the security line. Once through, Javier walks Charlotte to her gate, wanting to savor their last bit of time together.

“I can’t wait another three years to see you, Charlotte,” he tells her with a serious face, grabbing her gently by the arm to pull her body close to his.

“Well, I’ll be pretty busy over the next few months with school but…what are you doing for Thanksgiving?”

#javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x oc #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction

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queen-scribbles · 7 months ago

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From the Heart

woooo Christmas @shepherds-of-haven fic starring the oblivious Idiot Gun Children(affectionate) ~1.5k ---

Trouble was late.

Trick rocked back on her heels, bounced on the balls of her feet. He was almost never late, they always met here, did she need to go look-

"Sorry!" Trouble tumbled around the corner in a rush of tousled blonde hair and heavy breaths clouding the cold air. "Had a stop to make, took longer'n I expected. Thanks for waitin'."

"'Course, I need my sidekick to watch my back," she teased, linking her arm through his to start along their patrol route.

"Hey, now-"

"Trouble, we've had this debate three times already," Trick said with a giggle.

"And I refuse to admit defeat," he countered cheerfully, tweaking her braid.

"Well, fine, then. To put it another way, Blade would have a fit if I patrolled alone." She bit her lip and shivered at a swirling gust of wind. "Also, I have something I wanted to give you before we started, but I guess it can wait til the end..."

"Somethin' like a present?" Trouble asked, eyes narrowing over a hopeful grin.

"Yeah. It's that time of year, ain't it?" She gestured to the snow dusted streets and decorations adorning half the shops and homes they passed.

"Yeah. Could I open it while we're walkin'?"

"And be distracted from potential threats?"

He grinned at her exaggerated scandal. "That's why there's two of us, right? Catch things the other misses?"

"Hmm... I dunno...." Trick hummed in feigned reluctance, withdrawing her arm from his to shove both hands in her pockets. One curled around the small parcel meant for him. She was a little nervous about giving it, but not enough to back out.

"What if I said I had somethin' for you, too?" Trouble said, words casual, but a sly gleam in his eye as he watched her reaction.

"Well, in that case... we usually take a break at the halfway point, yeah?" She hunched her shoulders against the cold. "We can swap then."

"Good plan," Trouble nodded and tugged his scarf up to warm more of his face.

They walked in silence a few minutes, scanning for Endarkened or other threats before Trick spoke up. "S'that why you were late? Gettin' the somethin' for me?"

"Yeah, sorry." He slung an arm around her shoulders. "I know how you are about cold."

"It was only a few minutes, Trouble, it's okay." She did lean in to the warmth soaking though his coat, though, for the rest of their patrol through their break. They posted up in an alcove partially sheltered from the cold, and each slipped a hand in their pocket to reach for their gifts.

"Who's givin' first?" Trick asked.

Trouble thought a moment. "Roshambo for it?"

She nodded, and they raised their free hands to do the three count and throw their choice.

Trouble won, grin near splitting his face as he worked his gift for her free of his pocket. "Hope you like it."

It wasn't wrapped any special way; just the heavy brown paper shopkeeps used to wrap purchases, tied with red twine and sealed with a bookshop's mark. Size and shape further bore out the chance it was a book, which was already promising and had her intrigued.

"I'm sure I w-" She froze as the paper shucked off, staring at the cover revealed inside.

Trouble's brows shot up. "'Zat a good or bad shocked silence?" When she didn't answer he poked her shoulder. "Trick?"

"Where'd you find this?!" she demanded, still staring. In the Emerald's Shadow. He found-

He frowned. "The bookshop by the mermaid fountain, Gage's place. I know you like the Agatha Judge books an' hadn't seen this one in your collection and I thought--" His eyes widened. "Oh, shit, did you not have it 'cause you don't like it? Did-"

"No, Trouble--" Trick grabbed his arm to cut him off. "This one's out of print. There were murmurs when it came out that it was... soft on Diminished, so while it was never outright banned, the printer quietly 'discontinued' it, and..." Her eyes narrowed. Something this rare couldn't have been cheap. You weren't really s'pposed to ask about presents, but-- "This had t' cost an arm and a leg, you didn't hock anything for it, did you-?!"

Trouble snorted. "Trick, c'mon, I have money--"

"Trouble."

"Gage let me do layaway," he shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. "It really wasn't that much, I swear, an' if it's makin' you smile like that, s'worth every deucalion."

She hadn't even realized she was grinning ear to ear. Her fingers clenched the book so hard they hurt. "I just can't... I've been lookin' for years-- Thank you!!" She finally got her senses and lunged forward to hug him, arms tight around his neck. "I love it." She pressed an enthusiastic kiss to his cheek for emphasis.

Trouble hugged her back, arms warm and face red to the ears. "Shit, you're welcome. Didn't even realize it was such a surefire win." He cleared his throat as they stepped back. "You... you wanna give me mine now?"

"I'm kind of afraid to," Trick laughed sheepishly. Her trepidation from before was multiplied; it hadn't felt like much of a gift before and now seemed stunningly inadequate. "I dunno if it's good enough..."

"Oh, c'mon, it's from you, I'm sure I'll love it." Trouble gave her a wheedling grin.

"Fine." One hand dipped in her pocket, squeezing the parcel but not withdrawing it yet. "Y'know how I started knitting again a few months back? Figured it would be good to pick back up as a hobby?" She'd had to give it up when she couldn't afford yarn. "Well. I made somethin'."

His whole face lit up. "For me?"

"No, for Caine, that's why I brought it up while we're exchanging gifts," she deadpanned. "Yes, for you." She braced herself with a deep breath and handed it over. "Hope you like it."

"'Course I will," Trouble laughed, already ripping open the paper. He flat out whooped when the contents were revealed, hugging her tight enough to pop her spine. "Thanks, I love it!"

She laughed and caught the paper he shook off before it hit the ground. "I'm glad, and stars know you need one, but maybe make sure it fits first." She'd been forced to estimate, in order to keep this a surprise.

"I'm sure it's fine." Trouble twirled the blue knit hat on his finger before pulling it on. It came all the way down to his nape, almost completely covered his ears, and sat right above his eyes. "See? A perfect fit."

Trick giggled. Perfect was exaggerating, but a little big was better than a little small, she supposed. "Good. I wanted to match your scarf, but could not find red yarn for love or money anywhere, so I hope the colors are okay." The brown section at the crown was thanks to running out of blue and scrambling for something that matched so she could finish.

"Oh, yeah, they look great," he promised, "and it's really warm."

"That's a relief," she joked, reaching up to straighten the hat ever so slightly. She'd inadvertently used the same blue as his eyes. Something warm squiggled in her chest that he was so enthusiastic about it, but this was Trouble. She shouldn't be surprised. "Dunno if it equals the book though."

"Of fucking course it does," Trouble proclaimed. "I love mine and you love yours. That makes 'em equal in my book."

"Lumpy handmade hat by a hobbyist shakin' off the rust" --she poked one of the lumps in the hat and he grinned-- "equals a rare out of print mystery novel? Charitable book you got."

"Trick." He put a hand on each of her shoulders and stared her in the eye. "It's from the heart, right? You were thinkin' of me when you made it?"

She nodded, fighting the temptation to yank said hat down over his eyes and crack a joke. Her stomach was all tight and she didn't think it was from cold.

"Then that's what counts." Trouble pulled her in for another, gentler hug-- and shoved her hat down over her eyes and slung an arm around her shoulders as she squawked protest. "C'mon, we should get back to it."

"Yeah, yeah." Trick pushed her hat back up and tucked the new book in her pocket, wrapping an arm around his waist as they resumed patrol. Strangely, despite the cold, and even with a new book to read, she wasn't in any hurry for this to end.

--- (what's this? a mote of potential awareness for my daughter she just might be falling in love with her best friend? IMPOSSIBLE. A HOLIDAY MIRACLE- aaaand she shook it off. god would you two just kiss already?????)

#queens fic #shoh #shepherds of haven #trouble alder #elyana trick #trick/trouble #chase or bryony out here with the equivalent of mistletoe: NOW KISS YOU IDIOTS #made up the agatha judge books as something like sherlock holmes or miss marple etc #trouble lucked into literally the best present anyone could ever give trick xD

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deadguywalkin · 9 months ago

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MORE sebsamalex hcs because i am GAY and EVIL + music taste and bodies hcs

in a relationship together

sam bursts into song at any trigger word. alex joins in. sebastian gets annoyed. (affectionately)

sebastian likes his personal space. sam also likes sebastian’s personal space.

sam shoves his hands up their shirts while they’re just talking. about anything. he’s clingy and needs skin contact

‘i don’t feel like talking to anyone right now, but i guess i’m not opposed to silently being held.’

sebalex always do ‘the hand thing tm’ for sam when he’s overwhelmed or nervous.

“Alex save me alex” “WHO NEEDS SAVING?????!!!!!!!!🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️🔥🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️”

“i’m out of facepaint! gimme your eyeliner” “..no?”

tucking seb’s hair behind his ear before they kiss him

hands definitely go through sams hair when they kiss him

hands go to alex’s neck, shoulders, chest,… this guy gets violated compared to the cute hair touching honestly.

kidding they also just hold his face gently. alex my love grbrbrgrnrbbrbfnf

alex has to take everything verryyy very slowly to adjust to actually dating a guy for the first time.

he’s also very very surprised to be actually loved and known for the first time, ‘what do you mean you recorded the game for me because i forgot to…? bro, i’ll cry’

sambastian just constantly making out. any time. any where. gay emo boys who don’t care about their reputation sighs

sambastian also love giving each other a shit ton of prominent and visible hickeys to the neck, collar, shoulders and jaws.

general stuff

seb unintentionally has very flirty body language. he’s just naturally a man whore. the way he moves physically is stiff but he still looks up at taller guys with half-lidded eyes while talking in a low voice. looking down at shorter girls with a soft smirk with his dimples.

samalex are unintentionally flirty vocally. “i wouldn’t want you to go hungry. i care about you. you should be eating well. we could grab some breakfast. you and me. alone.” “why don’t you come to my next gig..? i’ll save you a special spot. just for you.” which they mean as friends but they just don’t hear the underlying tones.

alex would have a good voice if he wasn’t constantly straining it, unfortunately he loves belting passionately and straining his voice for whatever reason

sam is actually GOOD at singing. he’s also a natural when it comes to anything that’s artistic (painting, sketching, music, etc)

alex snores LOUDLY sometimes

sam drools in his sleep also sometimes

sebastian does not sleep. or is never awake. what the fuck is going on with him

all 3 of them got something going on. autism+dyslexia, depression+some sleep disorder, adhd. soorgy :( i don’t make the rules it’s canon :(

sam has a little nose bump like this :3

——

sam: [insert sam talking way too much]

seb: *throws a ball* go fetch, boy

sam: *does it no questions asked, happily*

alternately he would also just feed him any chewy candy he has on hand.

——

sam: i can’t wait to see you again. i love you, alex.

alex: dued �� like in a bro way? 😆 i bro you too bro 😆

sam: alex, please be my boyfriend.

alex: boyfreind? like a boy and a friend? i already am! 😆

sam: alex, i want to make out with you.

alex: dude? takeout with me?! one step ahead of you, foods on the way! 😆

——

seb: i wanna grab a midnight snack

alex: you’re the midnight snack.

seb: …?ew

alex: sorry. i mean. um. sorry. i mean. dude. you are. um.

music:

alex: listens to ‘whatever comes on the radio while i’m working out’. hype songs that get him in the mood. also kebby implanted abba into my brain. he just doesn’t listen to music that much.

he’s also somewhat into the strokes, the only band he likes/is consistent with. (reptilia, someday, ode to the mets)

sam: high energy rock, experimental rock, and pretty much anything honestly. 2000s/2010s rock mostly. he listens to everything. anything that sounds good no matter what genre immediately goes into his playlist. he just has an ear for good music.

weezer

blink 182

sublime

the white stripes

wheatus

the frights

and probably every single music artist to ever exist

also sambastian listen to csh together. you’ll have to fight me on this and lose if you disagree

sebastian: grunge, rock, nu metal, general metal, emo, and punk. dabbles in some goth. mostly stuff from the 80s/2000s. he listens to ‘that one time your dad’s friend picked you up from school and played music in the car’

the smashing pumpkins

green day

siouxsie and the banshees

soundgarden

alice in chains

pearl jam

and probably a shit ton of underground stuff i can’t think of

bodys /ref

alex: not much to imagine here since he’s very confirmed LOL god bless that 6’1 beefcake. dude’s a statue

sam: pretty tall. good looking legs because he was a skater boy (she said see you later, boy) perfect ass. some scars from skating incidents because he’s clumsy

not too much muscle but has that little vertical line down his stomach that indicates he’s growing some abs (not sure what the english word for it is)

his arms are also pretty thick ? big ? idk

broad shoulders, nice legs and okay arms. he has some bandaids on him aswell because this guy cannot catch a break. he’s not boney nor meaty, a good inbetween.

a few stick and pokes ? i think thats what people call them like a diy tattoo

also his hips don’t lie 🤫

sebastian: lanky, slightly visible ribcage. he’d have broad shoulders if they weren’t slightly curved inwards from having shit posture all his life. upsidown triangle build. contrary to popular belief, he has some muscle in his arms. to work under a motorcycle on your back has to give you some strength. maybe a sleeper build.

cis seb has a very very defined addam’s apple

i can also see a different version of him where he could be stubby looking and have some chub to him.

i also think he’d have some tattoos on him. t-scars and a more defined waist if we’re also mixing in the trans hc. maybe bat tattoos or some kind of fantasy themed tattoos covering over his t scars?

bonus:

them as kitty breeds

alex: bengal

sam: classic orange cat

sebastian: one of those rustic black cats with the orange patches

+ this image of soogyu is engraved into my head i think this is very them with seb.. the jacket sharing and sleepy head drooping sobs it’s them

shorter dump today aswell bleg

#sdv hcs #stardew valley #headcanons #sambastian #samalex #sebalex

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cartoonybus · 1 year ago

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Love Händel Headcanons

cw for allusions to drugs, sex, disordered eating, homo & transphobia, sexism

|All Three|

• they were all born around 1960

• they all met in high school

○ Danny met Swampy when he was running late one day. he went to lock up his bike while Swampy was smoking in the bike shed. Danny bummed a cigarette off him and they started chatting

○ Bobbi and Swampy had been aware of each other (they'd both been in band in middle school) but didn't properly meet until they got kicked out of class on the same day

○ at some point, both Dan and Bob sat with Swamps at lunch on the same day. then the next. and then the next. and then--

• They all had interest in hard rock before meeting but Bobbi was actually the one to introduce them to metal music and the metal scene

• they held regular but informal jam sessions for years, using the dilapidated shed in Danny's backyard before ever forming a band

• the decision to start a band came during an early 80s blunt sesh. they were having a deep conversation about what they wanted out of life. none of them wanted to go to college or join the corporate world or start a family. danny always dreamed of being a rock star. and since they were all musicans, yeah, why not!

• 'Music Makes Us Better' is what their typical repertoire sounded like back in the day, and 'Snuck Your Way' was their odd ball. though when they reformed they experimented more and became less strictly metal

• they never had a manager; they always split their earnings three-ways. in the early years they took turns organizing gigs and venues

• they grew a small, dedicated fanbase in their early years, being big fish in a small pond in the Tri-State Area music scene. by the mid-80s they were popular enough to be featured in independent subculture magazines and college radio shows, and eventually started touring the country by '84

• however, they didn't sell out many venues until they blew up in popularity with 'You Snuck Your Way into My Heart'

• overall Love Händel was started in '81, and their career lasted from '82 until '97

• Sherman was the first to leave the band. since he was the Heart™, Love Händel folded days later (the concert Linda and Lawrence went to wasn't a planned farewell concert, it was just the last show before they broke up. it just became colloquially known as The Farewell Concert)

• they are dudes from the 80s; they're all emotionally constipated. gave each other a lot of the classic "dude are being vulnerable rn? what are you, a girl?" type of shit. so a LOT of their conflicts are caused by suppressed emotions finally blowing up and their inability to communicate with each other

• honestly they could be pretty vicious with their banter at times; if you overheard them then you'd think they despised each other.

• though tbh if anyone outside of their trio ever gave one of them even 10% the attitude they have each other, the other two would flip their shit ("fuck you YOU can't talk to him like that! only we can!")

• and that said, after the events of DWGTBBT when they decide to try being friends again, they elect to go to group therapy (affectionately referred to as 'couples therapy' and 'our rock'n'roll guidance counselor'). that, plus their "old age", has softened them up a bit

• they explored each other's bodies--*armed guards tackle me to the ground*

• back in the day their favorite movies to rent together are 'Buckaroo Banzai', 'Rock: Its Your Decision' (esp while stoned), and 'This Is Spin̈al Tap'. For the holidays, they like to throw on the 'Black Christmas' and 'Muppets Christmas Carol'

• they're all snobby in their own ways; Danny with music esp rock, Bobbi with fashion and art, and Sherman with literature and classic comedy (though he's the least likely to be a dick about it)

• they all have poor self-esteem in their own, though similar, ways; at various points in their lives, they've all been made to feel like they were obnoxious and "too much". they found solace in music and in each other. playing together makes them feel special, accepted, or useful

• they informally reformed after DWGTBBT, usually playing at local events while Sherman was on his lunch break (technically Bob and Danny were on break too but they're their own bosses so their breaks could be whenever). they officially reformed full-time before the events of Across the 2nd Dimension. they were setting off for their reunion tour when the Normbots attacked

|Danny|

• his full name is Daniel Alexander Makriyannis

• was an only child, but grew up close with several cousins who were basically siblings

• Greek American; his dad's parents immigrated in the 1920s, his mom was born in Greece but moved to the US as a kid to live with an aunt

• grew up in Peoria Illinois where his upbringing was painfully average

• got his first guitar for his 10th birthday

• before then, he started spending a lot of his free time just hanging out at the local music store, and eventually became a pseudo-son figure to the store owner, Mac

• when he was 12 he was actually hired (under the table) at the store as his first job. he mainly did small jobs like cleaning and moving stock in the backroom. he was promoted to cashier around 14

• his dad worked as a desk jockey at a toy factory and was transferred when Danny was 16, forcing the family to move to Danville

• naturally, Danny was devastated about leaving behind his friends, family, and city to move to the suburbs

• for years he was the only member of the band who has ever had a driver license

• cis bi man; it didn't click until he was 30. he'd always been aware of his attraction to men but subconsciously repressed/downplayed it ("its totally normal to get horny looking at dudes and for your heart to hurt when you see queer shit it doesn't make me gay im straight iM STRAIGHT")

• hasn't been with a man before, but dated several women over the years

• a couple of years after the band broke up, he met and was briefly married to a woman named Trish, but that started and fizzled out in <3 years.

• as a young man, his main flirting tactic was to flex his knowledge of and opinions on music. he usually came across as a dick so it never really worked

• not really an athlete but definitely the most active and physically fit of the band. he weight trains and goes for runs at least once week

|Bobbi|

• his full name is Robert Eric Gaitán

• an only child

• naturally brunette. naturally hairy too but shaves his body

• whenever he has a cold, he sounds like Candace-on-parsnips

• grew up Catholic. neither he nor his parents were very religious, they just went to church on Sundays and for big holidays because, well, "that's what you do"

• he was only in the church choir for a couple of years, but it really helped him develop his vocal range. it also taught him how to read sheet music

• his parents are from Mexico. his father was a tailor and his mother was seamstress, and they met when they started working in the same shop in Monterrey

• they later eloped to america, where they moved around a lot (Bobbi was born in Chicago) before settling in Danville when he was little

• his parents never taught him Spanish while he was growing up. it was not out of shame, just studies at the time thought speaking Spanish at home would make it harder for kids to learn English, and they wanted to give him a headstart (in fact, they were ecstatic when he chose Spanish as his language class in high school)

• his parents didn't pressure him into joining the family business, but they insisted on teaching him the basics of mending clothes. as a tween he asked to be taught how to read patterns and how to use the sewing machine

• he's a cis(ish) gay man; he's known since was 11 or 12

• when he realized he was gay he broke down and was despondent for several days. he felt like he HAD to tell his parents and it took him weeks to build up the courage to do so

• his parents, for their part, were surprisingly okay with it (if in a fearful "don't tell anyone, this stays within the family, don't act gay in public, this is your cross to bear. love you <3" kinda way)

• honestly they were way more distraught when he dropped out of college to be in Love Händel

• he's been naturally fey his whole life but starting in middle school he did his best to hide it, mostly by keeping quiet. when he spoke he tried to keep his voice low, giving short clipped responses, and he'd sit on his hands or cross his arms to keep from being expressive. during interviews with the band, it made him come across as rude and cold, so he was the least popular among fans

• however, he let himself relax and be himself around his closest friends (including Danny and Sherman ofc). and when the band broke up he had a "fuck it" moment and stopped masking all together, letting his genuine personality shine through all the time.

• he hasn't officially come out of the closet to the public, though his sexuality has been an open secret in the industry for years

• has had a poor relationship with food most of his life. he's never been officially diagnosed with an ED, but his eating habits are definitely disordered and unhealthy. he passed out from hunger multiple times in the 80s and 90s.

• in high school he had a deep connection with an exchange student from Montreal named Wendel Ngo that definitely would've turned romantic if either of them acted on it

• a hopeless romantic but has the worst luck dating. like, murphy's law levels of bad luck. the men he dated weren't awful, it just seemed that something crazy would happen early in the relationship that'd end it. like, a-boulder-crashing-through-the-café-they're-in-and-running-his-date-over levels of crazy

• simultaneously touch-starved and avoidant as hell

• is genuinely a talented hairdresser, just his signature 'do is, well, his signature! plus one of the most popular styles requested at his salon

• went bald due to the stress of the band dissolving, malnutrition, and because hair bleach in the 80s was straight up corrosive

• he has a French bulldog named Basquiat whom he spoils rotten. she's not allowed on the couch though (she gets her own)

|Swampy|

• his full name is Sherman Lee Lundy (his birth name was Marcia Anne)

• has a sister named Glenda who's 2.5 years younger than him, plus half-siblings he's never met

• his parents never married. his father left when his mom was pregnant with his sister

• since said mother had to work A LOT to keep her kids fed, they were basically raised by their Nana

• he got the nickname 'Swampy' from his Nana--his mother called him 'Marshy' as a baby and because his Nana is a real Wise Guy™ started calling him Swampy, and it stuck.

• trans & bi; he's known he was a boy since he was little but didn't realize he was into men until high school

• similar to Ringo, he was "The Weird One" but got the most fan mail

• also got laid the most, though didn't date very much (it was easier to stay stealth while making out in a car at night than while going out to dinner)

• slouches so much because 1) drummer 2) he didn't get top surgery until his 40s so he tried to make his chest smaller that way 3) tbh when you read you have to slouch majority of the time

• his Nana was pretty supportive, if clueless. like she never really "got" what "transgender" was, but if little Swampy hated his name and wanted to he referred to as a boy, that was fine by her ("I used to be in vaudeville, I've known plenty of inverts").

• when he hit puberty and his boobs started coming in, she dug through their attic and found an old sewing pattern for a Symington Side Lacer--a proto-binder from the '20s, meant to achieve flat silhouettes. she made Swampy a few lacers of his own, including the mesh one he wore on tour

• though he didn't get his name legally changed until he was an adult, he picked out the name Sherman for himself as a little kid; he named himself after Herman Munster but "didn't want to make it too obvious"

• his mom was too busy with work to really react or intervene with his transition. one time she came home early and walked in on him chopping all his hair off. she just sighed, pinched her nose, and told him to sweep up when he was done

• since he's been openly a boy pretty much her whole life, his sister didn't know he was trans until they were adults; when she was little, she saw baby photos of a girl who wasn't her and heard mentions of a 'Marcia'. when she asked Nana and Swampy about "her" they hastily said things like "no one, don't worry about it" so. she became convinced she had an older sister who died that no one brought up because it was too painful

• as a tween, Glenda had a short crocheting phase (it was the 70s after all), and Sherm picked it up after she dropped it. It's something he still does to this day

• he was a classic hyper 'he's not dumb he's just bored' ADHD kid when he was little

• always had an interest in learning music, but was directed towards the drums to get his energy out. fortunately it became his passion

• he's best at drums, but he knows how to play A LOT of instruments; guitar, piano, trumpet, marimbas/xylophone, the theramin

• i know 'chaotic gremlin energy' is considered cringy tumblr speak or whatever, but there's no other way for me to describe him as a young man. weed REALLY mellowed him out

• always loved reading and read through all the books in his house multiple times. even the dictionary

• honestly because of he's so well read he has info/trivia/quotes for almost any situation

• refuses to elaborate on what he was doing in a metronome factory in the first place

• he loves most genres of literature and fiction, though never really got into poetry

• just one of those people who's naturally good with kids. at family gatherings and stuff the kids just gravitate towards him

• because of that and working in the library for so long, he's the most up to date with what's cool with the kids these days. he's still considered Uncool though

• keeps in regular contact with his sister and Nana, calling them at least once a week but often more. not as close with his mom but they're friendly and talk when they run into each other.

#help i have too many thoughts about goofy side characters in a children show #phineas and ferb #pnf #pnf headcanons #love händel #pnf danny #pnf bobbi #pnf sherman #pnf swampy #bobbi fabulous #long post #phineas and ferb headcanon #dwampyverse #my headcanons

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