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Hello, I would like to make a request for your lyrics Spencer reid stories. I would like Spencer Reid and reader and the song She will be loved. Thank you.

This was really cute and more angsty than I meant it to be 😅 also let’s just pretend Spencer’s addiction didn’t happen for the next 2700 words.

She Will Be Loved

Gif does not depict the appearance of reader. Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

Summary - Spencer knows your pain as well as you know it yourself and he’ll do anything to shoulder some of the burden for you. Even if you’ll never reciprocate his feelings, as long as he’s alive you will always be loved.

CW - reader is very troubled, mentions of past trauma but nothing specific, heavy drinking, mentions of casual sexual encounters but nothing explicit, friends with benefits, kinda unrequited feelings, drug use, drunk and disorderly, jail cells, mentions of Spencer’s knee injury and Haley’s death, accidental confessions of feelings, hopeful ending.

WC - 2.7k

Spencer knew, as much he would like to deny it, that your heart was never going to belong to him. Not the ways his own did to you anyway.

You’d been just a couple of eighteen years old when you’d first met, you were an undergrad and he was working on his second PhD.

Your eyes locked across a questionable looking bowl of punch at a party that Spencer had been entirely reluctant to go to in the first place.

But then you smiled at him over the strange coloured concoction and he’d been instantly glad to be in attendance.

He soon came to learn you were a troubled soul with a tormented past for which you found yourself trusting Spencer enough to tell. You liked to drink a little more than you liked to apply yourself in school, preferring parties to libraries.

On paper the two of you had nothing in common but yet you still gravitated towards one another.

Spencer knew he wasn’t your first but you were his. He’d even told you as much as you’d been helping him out of his clothes that night.

You’d simply smiled at him before continuing to undo his buttons and placing kisses on the exposed skin of his neck.

Admittedly he probably fell in love with you that very first night. But somehow even then he knew you would never belong to him.

There were always other guys in the picture, a string of one night stands you always complained about to Spencer after.

And then you’d kiss him and he’d succumb to you and the two of you would fall into bed once more.

It became a vicious cycle that he couldn’t break. For years he would sit by and watch as other men took advantage of you and then have to hear all about it before allowing you back into his own bed.

Even after he moved to DC to work at the BAU it continued. You’d narrowly managed to graduate college with a lot of help from Spencer but had no plan for the rest of your life.

So you followed him across the country. And somehow things went from bad to worse.

Instead of having one night stands with idiot guys you started dating them. You told him you were looking for something real, and he wished he could tell you that you were looking in all the wrong places.

Your choice in men was contentious at best. The guys you dated were jerks, not a single one ever treating you the way you deserved.

He knew it was a reflection of how you saw yourself, you didn’t believe you were worthy of love and you picked guys who would never give it to you.

But still, once one relationship ended, you would crawl back to Spencer. Every damn time.

You’d show up at his door ranting about your latest break up whilst working on undoing his shirt or his pants and leading him to his bedroom.

Spencer knew what a complete idiot it made him, and it stripped away more and more of his soul every time he took you to bed knowing that was all he was ever going to be to you.

But no matter what, he would always be there for you. Even when you belonged to someone else. Love made everyone a little crazy in its own way.

He wasn’t sure exactly when the drug use started. Maybe if he hadn’t been so wrapped up in work he would have noticed it sooner.

Perhaps if he wasn’t still recovering from being shot in the knee and maybe if that hadn’t then coincided with Hotch losing Hayley at the hands of The Reaper, he would have seen the signs earlier.

It was possible he had noticed it sooner but chosen to ignore it for whatever reason.

But when he got a call in the middle of the night from a New York police officer telling him you’d been detained, he wished he hadn’t buried his head in the sand for long.

He should not have gone. How were you ever going to learn if Spencer was always there to make all the bad things go away?

He shouldn’t have gone. But he did.

He drove for miles and miles in the dead of night just to be there for you again and inevitably receive nothing in return. He was a fool alright. A fool in love with a woman who would never feel the same about him.

Your bleary eyes and skittish demeanour when he arrived told him everything he needed to know. He would barely look at you as you were released from your holding cell or when you were filling out the paperwork in the police precinct.

He didn’t look at you until the two of you were sitting in his car outside the station. When he did finally glance over at you, you were looking sheepishly at your lap, tugging at an errant thread in your dress.

“Drunk and disorderly? Really Y/N?” He sighed as he spoke, not necessarily angry but certainly not happy.

“That cop was an ass.” You rolled your eyes.

“He said he was trying to break up a fight between you and some guy and you got belligerent.” Spencer watched the side of your face. “So I can only assume you were fighting with Charlie?”

Charlie was the latest in a string of unsavoury boyfriends. Spencer had the pleasure of meeting him once and he’d spent all night sending snide remarks Spencer’s way.

“He was flirting with another girl. It pissed me off.” You grumbled.

“So you got in a fight and he just left you? In a holding cell miles from home?”

“I told him to.” You shrugged. “I broke up with him. He’s probably off banging the slut he was flirting with.”

“I really don’t relish being dragged out of bed and having to drive two hundred miles in the middle of the night.” He sighed as he started the engine.

“No one forced you to come.” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“So you propose I should have just left you here to spend the night in a cell?”

You finally turned to look at him and it was your eyes that gave you away, probably why you hadn’t been looking at him in the first place.

Your pupils were so constricted he could barely separate them from your irises. The whites of your eyes were entirely bloodshot.

You were high. As if his night couldn’t get any worse.

“Spencer I don’t care what you do, quite frankly.” You spat, harsher than he’d ever heard you. “You wanna leave me in New York? Be my guest.”

He didn’t reply, there wasn’t much point. Instead he put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb in silence.

***

It was a long drive back to DC and the sun was starting to peak over the horizon by the time he finally pulled up in front of your apartment. A glance at his watch told it was a little after five am.

Neither of you had spoken another word since leaving New York and still didn’t speak now as you both exited his car and wordless he followed you inside.

You ignored him, pretended he wasn’t even there. You kicked your shoes off and tossed your bag on the couch whilst making your way to your bedroom.

You got halfway to the door before Spencer finally broke the silence.

“What are you on?” His voice was tired, exhausted from years of being your unwanted saviour.

You slowly turned back to face him, rolling your lip guilty between your teeth. But you didn’t speak, and so he spoke again.

“What drugs are you on, Y/N?”

“I just smoked a little bit of pot.” You shrugged.

“I thought the drinking was bad enough.”

“It’s just weed, Spence. It’s not a big deal.”

“Tonight it was just weed. It isn’t always though, is it?” He folded his arms across his chest, looking like a father about to scold his child.

To his surprise you smirked at him, fishing inside of your pocket and pulling out a pre-rolled joint. You cradled it between your lips before taking out a lighter.

You kept eye contact with him, almost daring him to stop you. You watched his jaw clench tightly as you flicked the lighter and took a heavy pull on the joint.

“You know, you should try it. It might loosen you up, dislodge that stick in your ass.” You exhaled the smoke into the room, the smell of the weed immediately washing over him.

“I’m an FBI Agent.” He shook his head, his back straightening as you started towards him.

“Your knee still giving you grief? I noticed you limping up the stairs. It’ll help you know, with the pain. Physical and mental.” You took another drag as you got closer.

“What pain are you trying to alleviate?” He tried to switch the conversation, arms dropping back to his sides.

“You know my past, do you even have to ask? You know exactly what pain I’m trying to ease.” You scoffed, right in front of him now.

The smell of the pot was almost overwhelming and you purposefully wafted the joint in front of his face. He swallowed, trying to ignore it.

“I don’t know how long I can sit back and watch you ruin your life.” He shook his head sadly.

“It’s my life to ruin.” You shrugged.

“I don’t mind spending every day out on your corner in the pouring rain if that’s what it takes. But you need to want my help, and recently I feel more like I’m forcing it on you.” He tried to ignore another strong scent as you took another drag, eyeing him up curiously.

It wasn’t hard for him to find the broken smile, the one you'd worn for as many years as he’d known you. All you needed to do was ask him to stay a while and he’d stay forever.

But he couldn’t keep twisting your arm to let him help you.

“I’ve never wanted your help, Spencer.” You sighed. “Since the moment I met you I’ve been like some kind of project to you. The poor broken girl who needed someone to lift her from the darkness. You’ve got some kind of hero complex and you’ve been hell bent on saving me since we were eighteen years old. Did it ever occur to you that I don’t want saving?”

“And did it ever occur to you that I want to help you because I’m in love with you!” He surprised himself with his words, not meaning them to come out here and now, or ever for that matter.

Your eyes widened and you stumbled a little on your feet, hand holding the joint falling to your sides. You looked as though you’d been hit by a freight train as you fell back to the couch, dropping the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table.

A horrible, deafening silence encompassed the room. Spencer didn’t know if there were words that existed in any language that could make this better.

He slowly padded closer to you, dropping down to the floor in the front of the couch despite how much it hurt his knee.

He moved between your legs, looking up at you with large doe eyes, begging you to speak. Your lip was quivering and he swore he saw tears in your eyes.

“You think you love me? Spencer, you don’t even know me.” Your voice was trembling.

“Are you kidding me? You think I don’t know you?” He frowned at you. “I know you hide alone in your car when you get overwhelmed. I know you pick men that you think you deserve because you don’t believe you’re worthy of love.

I know you put on a front but you’re actually deeply insecure. I know you use alcohol and drugs to mask the pain you’ve suffered. I know all of the things that make you who you are. And I know you’re going to try and push me away because you pretend that goodbyes mean nothing to you. But if I was to walk out of that door I know you would come back and beg me to catch you every time you fall.”

At some point during his speech your tears overflowed and Spencer instinctively cupped your face in his hands and wiped them with his thumbs.

“Y/N I sometimes think I know you better than I know myself. Maybe I do have a hero complex, maybe that’s not so far out of the realms of possibility. But all I have ever wanted is to make you feel beautiful. And for you to know that you will always be loved.”

He’d kept these words to himself for so many years, hidden away in a dark recess of his brain never to see the light of day. His feelings for you made him feel foolish, they made him feel so stupid he sometimes questioned his own IQ.

But if those words could help now, in any small way to make you smile, then he’d happily feel stupid in order to help you.

Your tears continued to fall as you stared at him, disbelieving. Your cynicism showed on your features, your doubt in the idea that anyone could truly love you, let alone the incredible Spencer Reid.

“I’m not good enough for your love, Spencer.” You meekly replied.

“Yet here I am, giving it to you anyway. Because I think you’re good enough. You, my love, are good enough just the way you are. It doesn’t matter how many times you push me away, how many times you choose another man over me. I will love you through it all. Loving you is as inherent to me as breathing. I couldn’t stop even if I tried.” He was speaking from the heart, that much you could tell.

His eyes held a kind of sincerity you’d never witnessed before. His smile was small but genuine. And you didn’t how you’d never seen it before, but at that moment you had absolutely no doubts about Spencer’s love for you.

“I…I don’t know what to say.” You sniffed, nuzzling against his hand gently holding your cheek. “No one has ever told me they love me before.”

“And that is one of the world's greatest tragedies.” He whispered his reply. “I don’t need you to say anything. All I need from you is a will to let me help you, to let me be there for you. I don’t need you to love me back, I’d rather it if you tried loving yourself first.”

“I…I’ll try.” You nodded as he continued to wipe away each and every tear that fell from your eyes. “And maybe once I learn to love myself, I’ll be in a position to love someone else.”

Spencer nodded his understanding as he got up and sat next to you on the couch. You fell into his open arms, burying your head against his chest.

Perhaps there was always a part of you that loved Spencer, a feeling you’d never really understood until right at the moment. Maybe once you had a better appreciation for what exactly love was you would realise it was what you’d felt for him all along.

You’d always taken Spencer for granted, relied on him to be there for you through thick and thin. On the surface you’d belonged to others, but in your heart you always belonged to him.

It was only now you were able to start to see that clearly. And like he accepted you into his arms, you would in return finally learn to accept his love.

He held you firmly enough that you knew he’d never leave but gently enough so as not to stifle you. Every now and again he placed a tender kiss on the top of your head.

As he held you, Spencer closed his eyes and made wordless vows to faceless deity’s he didn’t believe in. But if anyone was listening he needed them to hear his pledge.

Don’t worry, I got this, he whispered out into the cosmos, sending the universe his silent promise to look out for you. Don’t worry, she will be loved.

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This whole thing was inspired by the below song, please give it a listen it's honestly such a vibe ✨ obsessed with it honestly. This is a Y/N story and my first time writing such a thing, I always do better with my OCs so hopefully this is enjoyable ❤️ character is female, Virginity loss m&f, mild friends to lovers I guess?

There's just inches inbetween us, I want you to give in.

It was a usual day at the pet shop, Kazutora and Chifuyu worked upfront while she worked on making orders for products in the back. Wrapped up in her electric blanket as the day was frigid at best. The office cat, Coconut, sat upon her lap also enjoying the warmth. "oi." She peered up from her laptop to see Chifuyu standing in the offices doorway. "Take your lunch, you haven't stopped since you got here." He advised and the (H/C) woman was quick to shake her head. "I will lemme just finish this order." She said and he quickly reached out and closed her laptop. She pursed her lips at him. "Take your lunch." He said again, tone more authoritative. She sighed and stood up from her chair. "You just want me to go get you lunch when I go out." She said and he looked away from her. She knew it, Chifuyu was so transparent. "Same as usual?" She asked and he nodded. (Y/N) sighed moving to grab her coat and gloves. "Is it still snowing out?" She inquired and he was quick to nod. "Yeah, seems to have slowed down a bit but it's still coming down." She quickly buttoned up her coat, aggravated she'd have to go out in the blustery weather outside. "Of course, would be just my luck." She mumbled, pulling on her gloves and walking to the front with him.

Kazutora stood at the register looking absolutely bored. She couldn't blame him, they'd only had one or two customers today so there wasn't much to do aside from stocking products. "Kazutora you gonna want some food?" She asked and his sandy colored eyes flicked over to her. "Uh I guess so, just grab me whatever Chifuyus is getting." (Y/N) nodded and was quick to walk out of the store and into the frigid air letting out an audible groan before the door even closed. "Fuckin hate the cold." She grumbled quickly trudging off to the small restaurant down the road.

Kazutora looked over at Chifuyu with an eyebrow raised. "You really making her go out for our lunch?" He asked and Chifuyu shrugged. "She needed a break anyways." Kazutora shook his head, he and (Y/N) had been friends for a long time. Even before he went to jail the first time. He'd been surprised when he'd gotten out of jail a few weeks ago to find her working with Chifuyu. He was unaware the two knew each other and the thought had made him uncomfortable. Chifuyu was a good guy, sure but also a notorious flirt. From what he'd seen so far the woman had always brushed off his flirting which made him feel a bit better. He'd always felt affectionate toward the small (H/C) woman but he'd never acted on it. He'd wanted to sure, but she deserved someone much better than him. The woman seemed to have noticed his distance, he'd always been physically reserved with her more than most people. It had only become more so after he'd gotten out of jail this time. He'd note the flicker of disappointment in her face when she'd attempt to hug him and he'd take a step back from her attempted embrace. He simply couldn't bring himself to touch her, he was too afraid the blood he had on his hands from his past actions would taint her somehow. He already caught himself staring at her far too much, though she seemed oblivious to this fact. He watched idly out the window waiting to see her small bundled form dashing back to the store from the cold. "So are you ever actually going to make a move on her?" Chifuyu asked suddenly and he looked over at him surprised. "What?" He couldn't have possibly heard him right. Chifuyu quirked the smallest smile. "C'mon I've seen the way you look at her. She might not notice but I do. So what's the problem, worst thing she can say is no." Kazutora merely shook his head, it was a question he couldn't answer. The black haired man simply wouldn't understand. He couldn't possibly. How did he explain that he simply wasn't good enough? Knowing was already bad enough, speaking it aloud would only be more painful. "I don't know what you're talking about." Chifuyu fixed him with a gaze that said yeah sure you don't but thankfully dropped the topic. A minute later (Y/N) was walking down the sidewalk quickly, bag of food in hand. "It's fucking freezing out there." She said as she stepped back into the store. Face flushed from the brisk air outside. "I thought you liked the snow?" Chifuyu inquired and she rolled her eyes. "I like the snow from inside, it's pretty to look at. But going out in it? Fuck that." She was quick to dole out the food and leaned against a wall to begin eating her own. "It's not that bad." Chifuyu said and she gave him a look of annoyance. "No it is. I'm uncoordinated as it is. You add ice to that and I'm basically doomed." She grumbled taking a bite of her food. Kazutora watched the interaction between the two quietly eating his own food. She was cute like this, all layered up and her face a bit flush from the cold. He was quick to shake the thought off, he needed to stop looking at her like this. She was something unattainable, something he wanted desperately but couldn't have.

The work day was blessedly over pretty quickly after that, Chifuyu making the choice to send both her and Kazutora home early and he'd close up. Now (Y/N) and Kazutora walked back to their apartment building, the silence between them was comfortable. She didn't push for conversation and he was unsure what to say. She broke the silence first. "Think Chifuyu will keep the store closed tomorrow if it snows enough?" She asked and he looked over at her, she walked side by side with him though she kept her eyes ahead watching the patches of ice carefully so she wouldn't slip. "Probably not." He answered simply and she sighed. "I can hope, I suppose." She murmured, pulling her scarf a bit tighter around her neck. Of course the second she got her scarf right she slipped, she reached out and snagged Kazutoras jacket trying to catch herself. Though she merely tugged him down with her. "Ow." She grumbled, luckily she'd managed to fall in the snow. It wasn't until she actually refocused that she noted the position she landed in. Kazutoras hands were positioned on either side of her head and his face was merely inches away from hers. Kazutora was absolutely frozen, he hadn't been this close to her before. Her breath ghosted across his face, her lashes starred together by the snow that had stuck to them. He was struck entirely dumb, here he'd been avoiding touching her for the longest time but apparently the universe was conspiring against him. He'd had dreams like this, her under him in a similar manner though the context had been…much more perverse. "Sorry." He apologized and she merely blinked up at him for a moment. "S'okay technically I should be the one apologizing. I did pull you down with me." Her voice was soft, fuck he wanted to kiss her. The thought crossed his mind and as quickly as it had he was standing up, moving away from her. He could have sworn he saw a flash of hurt cross her face and she slowly pulled herself up out of the snow. Dusting off her jacket. "C'mon." He said wanting to get back home as soon as possible. His heart was still racing, he'd been so close to her. The temptation to kiss her had been so strong.

The rest of the walk was made in abject silence, with (Y/N) walking much more carefully. When he brought her to her door she paused with her keys in the lock, he'd only taken a step away from her when she turned to him. "Hey." He turned on his heel and she looked at him with an apprehensive look on her face. He watched her expectantly, she fidgeted a bit uncomfortably. "Did I…did I do something wrong? Or offend you somehow?" Now that was a curious question he stared at her confused. "No, why?" She shifted from foot to foot. She looked almost…scared. "I…I feel like you hate me sometimes. You don't talk to me, I bump into you and you recoil like I burnt you. I just…if I did something wrong or offended you somehow I'm sorry." She was looking at the floor, her hands were bunching up the front of her jacket which she held clasped tightly in her hands. He looked at her, he didn't know what to say here. 'She…thinks I hate her?' the very thought made his heart ache. He moved to close the distance between them and very carefully put his arms around her. Kazutora felt like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest from how hard his heart was pumping. "No, no I don't hate you." He tried to assure her she still wouldn't look at him despite their close proximity. "So why? Why do you act like you do?" He was struggling for words, did he tell her he loved her? Did he just assure that he didn't hate her? He pulled her back keeping a light grip on her shoulders. "I don't hate you. I promise." He tried to assure her and she shook her head. "That doesn't answer my question but it's fine. Don't worry about it. I was stupid to ask." She shook her head and swiped at her face, she wasn't going to cry. Not in front of him especially. He could tell she didn't believe him, fuck she looked like she was going to cry. Before he could even think about it further he kissed her, he practically melted into it. Her lips were soft against his own, a bit cold from their walk home. When he pulled back she was staring at him in surprise. "I like you, I like you a lot. But I shouldn't, I can't. You are good, you are so good, too good for someone like me. I can't-'' she cut him off by kissing him, this time it lasted a bit longer her arms moved to wrap around his neck and she felt her back pressed into her front door. When they pulled apart again his breathing was labored and his heart felt tight. "Who are you to say I'm too good for you? You are good, you've done some bad things absolutely. But I don't care about that." He stared at her entirely bewildered. "How can you say something like that?'' She merely shook her head, her eyes burned into him. God she felt so nice pressed against him like this. "Because Baji was your family, more than your own ever was. You've made so much progress since that all happened. You got better. I can't tell you to not feel guilty over it, I know that's probably never gonna go away. But actions you made when you were in a really bad place don't make you a bad person, Kazutora. We were kids." She reached up to hold his face between her palms, they still felt cool from their walk home. "I'm proud of the person you are right now, and I love you. A lot, so don't even tell me I'm too good. You mean the entire world to me. You understand me?" Her tone was serious but soft at the same time. He was struck speechless by her words. She was proud of him? She loved him? He felt as if this were all some kind of insane dream and he was quick to kiss her again, if this was all some kind of illusion he didn't want it to end. She fell into him easily, her mouth moved against his fluidly and her tongue gently moved with his own. When he pulled back her hands had moved to clutch the chest of his jacket. "You wanna come inside?" She asked and he was quick to nod, still rendered entirely speechless. She moved to unlock her door, keys still sitting in the lock.

Her apartment was near exactly as he'd imagined it, the space was small but warm exactly like her. The second the door was closed he was kissing her again. This time he had enough mental capacity to lightly place his hands around her waist and pull her flush against him. It felt so nice, having her like this. She practically clicked into place. Though when he felt his length stiffen in his pants he pulled back a bit, he didn't want to do too much too soon. Of course she pressed right back against him and the small moan that elicited made his face feel hot. Sure he'd watched a lot of porn but he'd never even kissed someone before now, much less slept with them. Suddenly he was anxious again. He pulled back from her lips and she watched him through half lidded eyes. "So…uhm…do you want to…?" Her face was dusted a light shade of pink. He instantly knew what she meant and it felt like his stomach flipped. "We-we don't have to, if you don't want to. I've also…I've never done…well any of this before." He felt hot, stifling in fact. He couldn't tell if it was from the blush across his face or the desperation for her. "S'fine I haven't really either." Now that took him entirely by surprise. He'd expected her to have at least once or twice before now. "Seriously?" It fell out of his face before he could stop himself and her face turned an even darker shade of pink. "Uh well yeah, I mean…opportunities were there just…never really had much interest in anyone else." It took a second for her words to actually strike him and process in his head. Anyone else…so she was interested in him? This whole time. Fuck he felt like an absolute idiot. Though he'd only been out of jail for a month and before that…well he only would've fucked things up before. That was all he needed to hear, he kissed her again. This time it was more desperate, more needing. He wanted her, desperately. He'd wanted this forever, it had just taken him a while to actually realize that.

They quickly found themselves in her bed, mouths still pressed together tightly, his hands quick to move over her body. In an attempt to memorize every single curve and plane of her. Occasionally she'd let out soft little whimpers at his touch which he was quick to take note of, her neck seemed particularly sensitive. He pulled back from her again, both of them breathing somewhat heavily now. To actually see her stripped down to nothing but her underwear was something he tried to burn into his memory, she was always beautiful but this was something else entirely. Ever so carefully his fingers moved to tug at the hem of her underwear, she was quick to lift her hips and allow him to pull them off.

While he had not one single clue what he was doing he was damn well going to figure it out. He was quick to remove his own boxers and place himself between her parted legs. Before she could try and ask what he was doing his fingers ever so carefully spread apart her folds. She was already wet just from having kissed him.

“T-Tora" she moaned and that was all he needed, he wanted more gone was any trace of his previous anxieties as he very carefully slipped a finger into her slut swirling around her plush walls. The familiar ache once again grew in his cock. Kazutora carefully did his best to stretch her out slowly. She was tight, ridiculously tight. He had every intention to take this as slowly as he needed to, despite his desperate desire to fuck her into the mattress until she was absolutely dumb for him. He pressed testingly around the warm wetness of her. Eventually inserting a second finger which caused a small sharp intake of breath. He moved to kiss her gently, a small nonverbal reassurance that he was going to take care of her. His lips didn't leave hers when he slowly began working her walls with the two fingers planted inside of her and small soft whimpers pulled themselves from her mouth and into his own. He continued gently pressing against the spot he'd found and kept her making the soft noises that he found her rather enjoyed.

After a few minutes of gently pressing and stretching he retracted his fingers from her. He pulled back from her lips as he carefully lined himself up with her entrance. His cock was throbbing with anticipation and he knew it was gonna be hard to go slowly. "If it hurts at all I'll stop ok? Just make sure you tell me. Promise I'll go slow." He assured her softly and she nodded. "I'll tell you if it does. I trust you Tora so I think I'll be fine." Fuck that sent his heart to fluttering and he carefully pressed the tip into her. She bit her lip a bit and he stopped once he had the tip fully inside. Fuck she was even tighter on his cock, the warmth felt amazing. He stopped for a second and noticed her hands were squeezing the blankets slightly. He was quick to reach down and pluck them off the blankets, taking on at a time and raising them to a comfortable level and interlacing his fingers with her own. He gave a small squeeze to one of them before pressing in a bit further.

She inhaled through gritted teeth with a wince, a whimper passing through them. She felt far fuller than she should have only halfway having him inside. Even through the stretching ache she watched him carefully, she could see that going so slowly was painful for him, almost as much as it was for her. Though presumably for a much different reason. He remained entirely still and she couldn't tell if the small pulse she felt in her groin was from her or him. This was painfully slow.

His jaw was clenched and his sandy colored eyes passed over her in appraisal and took in (Y/N)s own expression, she could see the panic in his face. “fuck…I’m hurting you.” His voice was strained but the distress was evident between staggered breaths, She could tell he was about to pull out, put a stop to the whole thing, for fear of hurting her.

She took the decision out of his hands entirely. She didn't want him to stop; she wanted to finish what they had started. What, if she was being honest with herself, she'd been waiting for since they were teenagers. Her body moved on its own, leg wrapping around him a “no” trembling from her lips was all she could manage as she pressed herself flush against him.

The pain was hot and nearly blinding, she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes, and she grit her teeth at the feeling of being filled to capacity. At least now it was over he was in her fully and there was no longer only pain as her reward for having him there. Feeling him pressed against a particularly sensitive spot that practically caused her eyes to roll back.

A loud, groan slipped from behind Kazutoras clenched jaw. He was entirely still and panting, eyelids tightly shut. She was tight, she was so fucking tight. His cock throbbed harder than it had been. In all the fantasies he'd had of her he'd never imagined it to be like this. She gripped the hands still laced into her own tightly. His head fell forward, lips pressing against her own softly. He pulled back and looked down at the woman beneath him. She rocked her hips ever so lightly against him. Feeling him press into the soft plushy spot that made the growing coil in her guts tighten. "You really want th-this that bad?" He asked the slightest stutter so his words. He wanted to be fucking her but still he held himself back. A part of him was in disbelief over her actions. Though another part of him knew the small woman had always been stubborn and bullheaded. "Mhm, need it, need you. A lot " she managed to choke out, as if his cock buried to the hilt inside of her was crushing her ability to speak.

He still gave it a moment, he wanted to pace himself at least moderately. While they'd passed the part that would be painful he already felt as though he might bust. He wasn't ready for that just yet, he was going to savor every single second of this he had. He started his thrusts slowly, building up to a rhythm. The soft little whimpers that came bubbling from her mouth were no longer ones of pain, for which he was grateful. He desperately wanted to slam into her. But instead he leaned down to catch her mouth with his own as he continued pulling in and out of her tight hole as gently as he could bring himself to. He quickly found though that it was just too much. Having her moaning, her walls fluttering around him and her lips pressed against his. In spite of his previous thoughts he found himself snapping his hips into her, the tip of his cock kissing her cervix and making both of them cry out. "fuck i’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry, fuck can't stop. S'good, so good.” he whimpered into her lips. "S'okay ha-ah mmm-more Tora, please." She managed to squeak out between moans compressed from her every time he bottomed her out. That coil in her guts tightening by the second with his thrusts.

He’s filling her up with his cum before he realizes it and she's mewling out having been pushed into her own orgasm. Kazutora finds he still can't stop, despite the overwhelming sensitivity of his cock. He needs her, as much as he can possibly get. Make up for years and years worth of lost time.

The two of them are a mess a passionate kisses, moans, cries, and limbs entangled in each other. He kisses and bites at the soft skin of her neck, his hands grip hers firmly and press them into the bed. 'It's just too good.' Neither of them had stood a chance once they'd hit their rhythm together. Having been quietly wanting to be with the other for so long. The desperation in every moment was glaringly apparent.

Their blissful moans and whines melded into each other. Continuously fucking each other into orgasm which seemed to come harder with each one that passed. "I love you, I love you ah T-tora~" the words are cried out desperately from swollen pink lips as he fucked himself into her more. He can hardly form words between his own moans but he manages. "I-I love you, s'mine, all mine." the words rolled off his tongue so easily. He loved her for a long time, far longer than he ever even realized. Now that he had her he was never intending to let go. Though judging by her reaction he doubted she would mind. He would do absolutely anything for her as long as she loved him, crying out his name and only his. There was a strong feeling of satisfaction knowing that no one had ever had her before him. That no one had or ever would see the cute faces she was making. They were his, she was his.

He fucked another load into her and her hands squeezed his as he slowly rode her through her own orgasm. Her walls milked him for all that he had despite already being stuffed full of his cum. Once they'd finished Kazutora slowly withdrew himself from her warm and now thoroughly stuffed pussy. He had a small feeling of satisfaction as a bit of their mixed juices dribbled out of her and onto the bed. Stained the littlest bit pink from having broken her hymen.

This was probably the best he'd ever felt in his life, he was on cloud nine as he laid next to her and pulled her into him. Neither of them even bothered with the blankets that were covered in sweat from multiple rounds merely curling up into the other, as close as they could possibly get. Somehow it still didn't feel quite close enough but it would have to suffice. He closed his eyes and breathed her in, the usual smell of her commingled with the smell of sex. Her fingers ever so softly moved to trace the lines of his tattoo. A small shiver worked its way up his spine at the motions. "I love you." She murmured tiredly and he was quick to press a kiss onto her forehead. "I love you too." He mumbled, it felt so right to say and he found himself amazed that he hadn't blurted it out in the years they'd known each other.

In this moment both of them found themselves glad they'd given into their desperation for the other. Both quickly drifted off to sleep entwined in the others embrace.

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Just wanted to say I SEE the bigtop burger pfp and I NEED to talk about it because I love this show so much it's so funny the lore is so compelling and the CHARACTERS ARE SO GOOD OH MY GOD I tried to force my friends and family to watch it but none of them GOT IT (except my twin he's a real one)

YOU HAVE. NO FUCKING IDEA THE BEAST YOU JUST UNLEASHED /POS

here. Excuse me I'm gonna do a quick cut bc I'm gonna ramble

I'VE BEEN. OBSESSED. WITH BIGTOP BURGER FOR 3 STRAIGHT YEARS. SINCE JUNE 2020. my outward interest dips between releases bc public content takes a while to come out ofc but I AM ALWAYS. DOWN TO TALK BIGTOP BURGER

I was really ( and still am) into the theory crafting side of BTB and most of it is safely locked in friends discord servers but I fucking. Adore all of the characters and the world Worthi puts into to make the narrative SO INTERESTING AND JUST. OUT THERE.

Down + Friends in Low Places being such outward character lore songs for Cesare and then Up COMING IN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR FOR STEVE IN THE LASTEST S2 EPISODE. GOD IT'S GENIUS. What a fucking whimsical show. It's also my current running theory that the Underground/Jail Steve is in is going to be Beetlejuice themed based on the black and white pinstripe suit of the unnamed character we saw in the pan-down, as well as the running theme of musicals and Cats with Steve! The monsters/demons/undead/"Upper Management" having a Beetlejuice theme would make sense or at the very least.....be very fun. Not really a theory but a hope but I really want to see the other "no-ones" Cesare references... Or at least their fate

My fav characters are Penny, Steve, and Conrad bc. If you know me You Know I Have Specific Tastes. Also fun fact but Penny and Conrad's VAs? Lindsay and Alex Small-Butera?? MARRIED. AND THE PEOPLE BEHIND SMALLBÜ ANIMATION AND I FOUND THAT OUT AND WENT INSANE. RECENTLY DID WORK FOR FIONNA AND CAKE BUT ALSO DID LATER ALLIGATOR AND WORKED ON THE OWL HOUSE AND AMPHIBIA AND ADVENTURE TIME??????? I'm absolutely in love with them it's. Wow. Powerhouses, actually.

+ I'm a big fan of Wire and I can't remember if Worthi confirmed if it was related to BTB or not ( I've seen sources say that it isn't connected but I think tweets got deleted?) And I'm the only Big J and Penny shipper to exist.

+ I have 4 tattoo ideas I want to do in the future and one of them is a bigtop burger tattoo. I was meaning to do more sketches but one concept was a forearm tattoo of Captain J, Big J, and Little J sliding down a wire!

I've managed to get my girlfriend + friends to watch it and that's honestly all I can ask of people. Like if you're reading this and haven't seen bigtop burger or wire......well for one Sorry About Spoilers and two!!! Please watch them! Worthikids is a phenomenal artists and musician and the entire runtime of Bigtop Burger and Wire is less than an hour. I think it's all less than 30 minutes actually?????? And while you're there, please watch his Captain Yajima episode + all his other work bc Worthi deserves every single view and like and comment. One of my favorite artists of all time.

FOUR. DAYS AGO......... NEW CHARACTER ART. THIS REPRISE...... MY HEAD HURTS OH MY GOD /POS

ALSO GET YOUR ASS FUCKING UP OH MY GOD????? I WAS CHECKING FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES FOR LYRICS AND JUST FOUND THIS?????

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continuation of a selfship drabble master list here

The leaves on the ground give him pause, brow furrowing as he notices you haven't posted anything for a solid two weeks now, not even a status. Almost a month since he spoke to you last.

He sighs, berates himself for doing it but he has to know that you're at least still alive. Checking your location first and he's thankful you still haven't turned it off. Looks like you're either headed back to your apartment or out. Sees that Taro is with you and closes the app.

Tells himself that's good enough, that at least he knows you're living, that you were in the hands of someone he trusted dearly. So he pockets his phone only to pull it right back out.

Is she okay?

Sky blue eyes stare down at the message, chancing a glance at you who's driving as if he could get into trouble. Slander thumbs make quick work of a response.

I reckon

makin me sing all the fuckin songs on the radio

especially TOD

Kaza feels conflicted, tongue running along his teeth as he rereads the rapid messages. Before he can reply another comes on.

Your singles've been playing a lot. not while I'm in the car but shit is obvious.

Fuck, fuck he shouldn't have even fuckin recorded them. Soft sad melodies that played in his head during the witching hour. Shouldn't have ever put your voice memos layered to sound like background barely audibly just for him to call out to you before the next verse. Text me when you get home, I love you. Something he said to you over and over again.

that vent song we made together that Muzan fuckin released anyway.

and this sad ass song I can't stomach

we ain't strangers to them right

pretty girl think that? that we're fuckin strangers?

Attached is a link to the song that he clicks quickly to listen to, lyrics solemn and sad. Just his single, just like the vent song he and taro made, still unable to capture the well of sadness and anger in his chest. Glaring down at his phone, trying to calm his breath, Akaza was the main reason why the band had to take a hiatus in the first place.

Punching band members, punching aggressive fans that asked about you, punching Muzan when he tried to offer up his niece as someone that he or Gyutaro could date. He would have broken his jaw if it wasn't for the other three band members trying to pull him off.

Like pulling a wild dog off a bone.

A wolf off a carcass.

He did break Koku's orbital bone with his elbow when he tried throwing them off. It was Gyutaro who thought quickly enough to shout "She'll be pissed if ya get jail time."

But the threat of that died the next day when he found himself smiling down at four men in a four v one that he instigated. Running his hand through his fading pink hair. Biting the inside of his already raw cheek.

He reassures his bandmate easily

your pretty girl always thinks the world of ya. tell her the truth she'll believe ya

To which the dark haired man replies quickly

fuck off you first

"Stubborn bastard." He growls to no one but himself before his phone pings, not a message but a notification.

Clicking on it way too quickly to see a selfie of you and Taro both flicking off the camera. The man is smoking, cigarette hanging from his lips, phone in his other hand screen still aglow as if he was in the middle of a reply.

Clearly at a stop light, your hair wind blown and the two of you are in your car, the one he helped you fix up and by helped he asked you to "sit and look pretty princess" while he did all of the work because he wanted to.Still does.

But he can't, not anymore. No way to explain what happened and maybe he doesn't think he deserves to even attempt to tell you a truth you won't believe anyway.

The caption reads still livin, still hate the end of summer

He pats himself down for his smokes, debates if he should vague, cupping his hand around the end of the stick before the flame flickers to life and catches. Burning as he breathes in and exhales slowly leaving a gray cloud in its wake.

Deciding against it when another selfie comes through, you with your eyes closed and peace sign up, oversized hoodie, his hoodie, making the neckline a bit lower, seeing something circular and black on a dainty chain, like a ring or band. A necklace he doesn't recognize, at least at first, eyes going to the caption.

we'll go back to strangers

Stomach dropping as the lyrics match up to the song he listens to now. Although she wasn't musically inclined she's always been drawn to it, he knew that. Knew her music reflected her moods more often than not.

Knew that when he released his single. The one that made her go radio silent to the entire group, even if she wasn't angry with them, for an entire two months before Gyutaro showed up at her door.

Another text comes in pulling him from his thoughts only to fan the flames.

she still has that fuckin ring

And then it hits him, the circular band too small for his inked digits burns against his skin under his shirt hanging from a chain. Fingers flying to it to feel the smoothness of the rose gold and the embedded onyx gem and black diamonds surrounding it. The same ring you flung back at him when everything happened so fast.

Looking at the photo you posted again and finally seeing the 'pendant' for what it really was. A black wedding band meant to match a black gemmed wedding ring.

The revelation makes him see red, makes a clotting mix of deep sorrow and anger twist and knot in his chest, losing when one starts and the other ends. Just how he sees you and him. Quick to start his bike, to abandon his half finished cigarette and skid out of his parking spot before he heads back inside to bloody his knuckles again. He was the cause of this, of your sorry.

Your pain.

Heart beating way too fast and yet slowing as he starts to become numb. Grip tight on his bike's handle and phone making it glitch. Snapping pictures, opening apps from feeling his skin, the sensors not knowing what to register and trying to pinpoint the most pressure.

Meanwhile his speedometer climbs higher and higher.

190

200

220

250

Slowly creeping higher as his bike whines from exertion. Weaving between cars that barely register as a blur as he navigates the highway this late at night.

His phone vibrates excessively before his headphones interrupt the looped song to signify he had an incoming call before picking up for him. Wind from no helmet going to to make it near impossible for him to say anything back unless he screamed.

"Slow down and delete that fuckin picture before she sees it. Right the fuck NOW!" Gravely voice rarely raised, especially when aimed at family.

But Akaza can't be fucking bothered, barely audible as he growls "Shut the fuck up." With that he hangs up and when it rings again he doesn't bother answering it, launching it into the concrete guard unable to watch it explode into a million pieces from his speed.

Part of him thinks he should let go, just finally let the ride take him like it was always supposed to.

Fitting that a violent life would lead to a violent end.

Until the ghost of you curls around his back, static before your pretty voice would ring through his ear pods because you called him on his way home from work.

"Careful Jiji, I just want you home in one piece."

Making him grip his brakes as fast as possible without flinging himself over the handlebars, stopped on the side of the shoulder as a few cars past by him.

He walks back the handful of miles to where he threw his phone, whistling lowly when he sees nothing but a star shower of glittering glass and smashed innards.

Kneeling down and determining that nothing was salvageable. Running his broad palm through his hair slowly.

God could he be anymore of a fuck up?

He was sure he couldn't.

But he'd be proved otherwise, when he turns on his new phone the next afternoon sees several missed calls from his foxy sister, from Taro and one from you at 3am.

Not a vague, not a message, a phone call. Voicemail flashing at the top of the fresh screen. Inked fingers fumbling over the glass as he goes to listen, your voice filling him with absolute dread.

How you try to force the venom into your tone, how you can't hide how you've been crying, how you're still shaking. Pouty lip wobbling from the weight he put on you by giving in to his anger.

"You better be fuckin dead."

Before the line goes as dead as he feels inside.

He really truly was a demon.

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saltwater-and-woodsmoke · 2 years

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Twenty Six Letters || JJ Maybank

Warnings and authors note: This is sad, like so sad, my friends say it rips their hearts out. I’m sorry. Title credit to black butterflies and deja vu by the maine (the lyric is “there’s only twenty six letters I can use just to tell you I won’t let go”)

This specific story is an alternate ending to another fic I wrote, but I haven’t got that one transferred here yet, I am in the process of moving all of my works to this blog from my main.

Word Count: 2,350

July 17

Y/N,

The doctors came out and told me they tried everything, but they couldn’t save you. They’re transferring Charlie to the mainland where they have a NICU, they’re life lining her. The amount of police that had to hold me back from hurting that doctor, I’m embarrassed. This was supposed to be our dream, our family. I needed to write my thoughts down, I know you can’t read this, it’s ridiculous. I can’t lose both of you. I love you so much.

July 19

Y/N,

Charlie weighs a whopping 1 pound, 2 ounces. She’s the tiniest thing I have ever laid eyes on. I’m staying on the mainland until she gets to come home, thanks to the community, really. Sarah started a fundraiser for Charlie’s medical care, your funeral, and the community really showed their support. No word on who did this to you, but I will find out. Charlotte Rose Maybank is a fighter, just like her mother. I love you.

July 21

Y/N,

Today we laid you to rest. Even though your parents didn’t like me that well, they both put that aside today. John B and Pope had to practically hold me up at the cemetery. We were supposed to grow old and gray together, but today I had to put you six feet under at twenty three. It hit me that I am a widower at twenty-five. I am a single father of a four day old “micro preemie”. I’m at the hospital now. I’m not supposed to be in the NICU this late, but the night nurse knows what happened and can understand my need to be close to the last thing I have of you. I love you more than you will ever know,

PS: I did as you wished and made JB and Sarah her godparents. They’re coming tomorrow to see her for the first time.

July 25

Y/N,

I spent the night in jail last night. You see, they finally figured out who the pick up belonged to. I hadn’t seen him since we got married two years ago, but I was so pissed off when I went into the jail to talk to Shoupe. I asked him for five minutes with him, which was granted. I was yelling, and I’m not embarrassed about that actually. I told him I was going to make sure he went away for a very long time. That he killed the love of my life, that because of him his fucking granddaughter is fighting for her life right now all because he felt like it was okay to drive drunk. That motherfucker showed no remorse whatsoever. He fucking smirked at me Y/N, so I punched him. Square in the jaw. Of course, I was promptly booked for it, but I was told this morning that they weren’t going to actually press charges because in Shoupe’s eyes he deserved it. They put it on the books as a purely cooling down period. I came back to the hospital, and Charlie is stable. They said if she keeps improving like she is, I might get to hold her for the first time soon. I’m trying to be strong for her, for you, but I miss you so much. You should still be here, she should still be safe and growing inside you. But it wasn’t meant to be. I love you more than the moon and stars,

August 9

Y/N,

So I haven’t written in a while and that’s because we have a pretty rocking kid, you know? I got to hold her for the first time last week. It was an emotional affair, I was sobbing the moment they placed her on my chest. She’s still so tiny, but she’s gaining weight and is starting to look more like an actual human instead of an alien. I made sure the nurse took a picture when I held her because I want to remember how small she was the first time I held her, even with all the wires and tubes. I may be writing less frequently but I’m gonna keep writing. It makes me feel better. Like, I’m still close to you with this notebook. I love you, I love you, I love you.

September 17

Y/N,

Happy two months Lottie Rose. I know we were going to call her Charlie, but the new night nurse started calling her Lottie, and I’ve kind of fallen in love with it. It just fits her. She’s almost three pounds now! I’m so proud of her. It’s wild to me that she would be due in almost six weeks. The doctor expects her to be home by her due date, and I promptly will be taking her to your grave. She’s always going to know how much you loved her, Y/N. I made sure your mom put “Mother of Charlotte” on your headstone. When she’s older I’m gonna take her to our favorite spots. I want her to know who you were, because I know that the person you were, is why she’s here. I love you more than I can count.

October 31st

Y/N,

Happy Due Date Lottie Rose Maybank! We’re going home today, Y/N. Lottie weighs a whopping 6 pounds now. I’m so proud of her. She is tiny, but she’s gonna catch up fast. She passed her car seat test with flying colors. She can eat from a bottle, but the nurse noticed that she wasn’t as responsive to sound as most of the other babies when they’re ready to go home. She suggested she might just be desensitized to the noise of the hospital, but they wanted to recheck her hearing before we leave, so I am writing this while I wait for them to finish that. I just signed all of her release paperwork. Last night, I was contacted by the local news to do an interview about how Lottie is, and how everything has affected me. I think I should do it, John B and Sarah said they would watch Lottie while I go to the station.

Okay so they brought Lottie back, she didn’t pass her hearing test so we have to set up an appointment for a hearing specialist. Honestly, if she needs hearing aids it isn’t the biggest deal in the world. I’m not going to love her any less. She’s our kid, she can handle anything that's thrown in her way. I love you bunches,

December 24

Y/N,

This single dad thing is hard. Tomorrow is Lottie’s first Christmas, and we are going to church with your parents. I know you always liked to go on Christmas and Easter at least, so I thought that could be one tradition I kept with Lottie. I’m also keeping the tradition of buying a personalized ornament every year for the Christmas tree. It’s wild to think that at this time last year, we had just agreed to try for a baby, and this year everything is different. You’re not here, we have a five month old daughter who is the size of a three month old. I’ve got to tell you, losing your wife brings things into perspective. I want Lottie to have a set of grandparents that love her unconditionally. I’ve spent a lot of time with your mom and sister the last month or so, and I know your mom will love her no matter what. No matter how we get along, Lottie comes first. She’s our priority. Merry Christmas, Baby, I love you.

July 17

Y/N,

One year. You have been gone one long year. This time one year ago, I was working on Pope’s dad’s truck. It seemed like every single siren in the town went out, and I remember thinking “That must be a bad accident.” If only I knew then. If only I knew that in an hour, you would be gone, that I’d be standing in the waiting room of the hospital while they worked on you until they couldn’t anymore. I remember the anger, Shoupe and another officer holding me back before I just buckled in my own grief. I remember your mom and dad coming, having rushed over from the mainland. Your mom knew, as soon she walked in the waiting room where I was a mess on the floor, JB on one side of me, Pope on the other, she knew. We sobbed together, we became numb together. I vaguely remember telling her they were lifelining Lottie to Raleigh. I remember her looking at me and telling me, “John James, you listen to me. You get to Raleigh, your daughter needs you. Do you hear me? She needs you.” It was the only time in my life I didn’t mind hearing my full name. I didn’t get to see her until she was already two days old. Today we have a happy, healthy, one year old. She’s catching up with kids her age, which kind of shocks the doctors. She’s growing on track, she’s hitting milestones. She just started crawling, but she can already get wherever her little heart desires. I’ve made a conscious effort to not be sad in front of her today. We are having a big party for her, she’s going to love it. I miss you, sweetheart. I love you

August 10

Y/N

Time flies, you know? It seems like yesterday I was bringing Lottie home from the hospital. Where has five years gone? Today, I dropped her off for her first day of kindergarten. We had a long conversation about how if anyone was mean about her hearing aids, to tell her teacher and how it wasn’t a bad thing to ask for help. I want her to have a better school experience than I had, I want her to like school. That didn’t stop me from sobbing like a baby the whole way to work. Of course, my boss knew I’d been crying and just patted my shoulder and told me “if you think this is the only first day that you’ll cry, I have news for you.” I told him Lottie is an only child, I’m probably going to cry at every first day of school. It’s strange to think that if you were still here we’d probably have another little Maybank running around. It’s okay though, your sister had twins two years ago and JB and Sarah are having their first soon, so she’s got cousins to play with. I love you sweetheart.

July 17

Y/N.

Uh, we have a teenager? Like a full ass practically fully grown human in our house. Thirteen years and it still feels like yesterday. We got the news yesterday that Luke Maybank died in jail over the weekend. Y/N, I have to tell you, our daughter cracks me up. I told her that her grandfather passed away, and she told me she hopes you take a trip down to hell and kick the shit out of him. I told her that I beat the shit out of him thirteen years ago when she was barely a week old. She found the news articles about the accident, and asked me to talk to her about it. I did, but it was hard. I’ve never shut up about you so she knew who you were. She also asked me why I never remarried. It’s simple, really. Half my heart was buried with you 13 years ago, and the other half divided to recover and love our daughter just as fiercely as we loved each other. I love you honey.

May 31

Y/N,

Okay, we’re old. It’s fine. Charlotte Rose Maybank, you know our pretty rockin’ kid? Yeah, she graduated high school today, as valedictorian. She’ll be 18 in July, Y/N, and then in August she’s going to the mainland for college. She wants to be a doctor. Watching her walk across that stage, in her cap and gown, I was sobbing. I was an absolute mess. JB had to take pictures for me because I couldn’t stop shaking. You’d be so proud of her. I know I sure am. I love you more than I can breathe,

October 25

Y/N,

Our baby girl got married today. Of course, I could go my entire life without knowing that JB and I are going share grandkids someday, but really Alexander is a great kid, and he loves Lottie. I know that someday, she’s going to find all these notebooks and read them and I hope she laughs that I shared every milestone with you like you could read these. She’s got one more semester of school left, then she will officially be Charlotte Rose Maybank-Routledge, MD. I personally think the hyphenating of her last name is really complicated, but that’s what she wants. She looks absolutely stunning in her dress, I hope you can see her. I love you, gorgeous,

November 13

Y/N,

We became grandparents today. It’s wild to think that 27 years ago, I was holding our daughter in the same hospital where Carter Jonathan Maybank-Routledge arrived early this morning. The Maybank genes are still strong in this one, Carter looks so much like Lottie it’s not funny. I told JB maybe the next one will look like his side, ha. Okay sweetheart, I love you. JJ

March 6

Mom,

I had absolutely no idea that Dad wrote you a letter every week, sometimes every day, for 36 years. He fought the cancer for a very long time, Mom, because he simply didn’t want to leave me and the boys. I found the notebooks, I’ve spent the last week reading them. He loved you so much, he loved me so much. He wrote to you up until the last day. That’s beautiful. I know you are back together now. You’ve got 36 years to catch up on. Tell him we’ll be fine.

I love you both,

Lottie.

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siesporamor · 7 months

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This question is Violetta related.

What do you think about Tomas?

Short answer: I've taken the habit of calling him Tomásmerda (=shit in Italian) and now my phone suggests that every time I type his name.

Long answer: I hate him with my whole heart. He's the prototype of a Nice Guy™, always thinking he deserves to get the girl because he's such a good guy. Just think about the lyrics in Verte de lejos: "alguien ha ocupado mi lugar" ("someone has taken over my place"), "recuérdale/que un día nos encontraremos/y te perderá" ("remind him/that one day we'll meet/and he'll lose you"). Tomás fully believes that Violetta is his property, if him treating her like shit and hurting her left and right wasn't enough.

And it doesn't stop with Violetta. He's awful to the other two girls he has a relationship with, Francesca and Ludmila, as well. He's a terrible friend, a worse boyfriend, and still keeps whining that people are mean to him and life is so unfair. When I watch s1, I find it equally funny and frustrating every time León tells Violetta that Tomás loves playing the victim and he's bad bad news, because the show is trying to pose Tomás as a viable option for Violetta, so they dismiss it, but it's true!! León clocked him perfectly!!

I guess the way his flaws (which, let's be real, are his entire personality) aren't acknowledged makes him worse. Because, if the narrative was aware Tomás sucks, I could make my peace with it, but no, I had to watch 80 agonizing episodes where they tried to make me believe Tomás deserves Violetta and not a jail cell.

So, yeah, Tomás is an enemy of the state from where I stand. Getting rid of him improved s2 by 100%.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

#tomás heredia #violetta

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3, 10, 12 and 13 for the hozier ask game!! look at me being all brave and interacting with people

Hi hello there I hope you're doing well!! I fully understand how daunting it is to step out of your comfort zone and interact here so I AM SO PROUD OF YOU!!! ☺️💛

Disclaimer: these answers will be my second favorites because I did answer these just a few posts down hehehe

3: What is your favorite song from Wasteland, Baby?

No Plan (because wdym Andrew really said "THE SCREAMING, HEAVING FUCKERY OF THE WORLD"??)

10: What is a poetic lyric that you listen to in awe each time it plays?

"To share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering, but fighting off like all creation the absence of itself anyway" (ending it with 'anyway' is actually insane? Illegal? Deserves jail time.)

12: Do you have a Hozier song that comforts you when you're feeling sad?

Wasteland, Baby! (that song is laced with something man, every time I listen to it I am healed)

13: Which album COVER is your favorite, by design?

Unreal Unearth (man really rolled around/partially buried himself in dirt for ✨the immersion✨ like that's how committed he was to the Circles Of Hell bit AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT)

#thank you so much for asking these I greatly appreciate you!!!#hi I'm Tonee nice to meet you! I'm sorry for the mess that is my blog #i hope you are having a wonderful timezone ☺️☺️💛💛#ask game #answered asks #yet-still-just-a-moth #hozier

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The Shire Is Burning - Chapter One.

Summary: Trying to navigate problems like growing up as a teen in the 80s in a new town can be tough enough without taking things like being on the run for faulty murder charges, alternate dimensions, and a psychopath with powers that's hellbent on revenge into account. Can Lilith do enough to help her new friends save everyone from Vecna? Or at the very least... just one person?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Original Female Character.

Contents: Swearing, smoking, drug use, eventual smut, and canon typical violence mentioned throughout. Minors DNI.

Chapter: 1 of ?

Chapter Masterlist: The Shire Is Burning - Masterlist.

WC: 2430.

A/N: I am currently in the process of re-writing this abandoned wip from last year so I can move onto new projects without feeling guilty. Enjoy ❤️

Chapter One

The return to Hawkins.

March 18th, 1986.

Lilith Henderson had been back in Hawkins for three weeks, ever since her mother had shipped her off to live with her Aunt Claudia for the rest of the academic year. She had been assured that her relocation wasn’t a punishment for her “delinquent actions” but it sure did feel like it at the time. She’d arrived on March 1st, 1968, after a miserable five-hour flight only to land in an even more miserable, rainy, Hawkins.

She had been happy in Hawkins once but that was nothing more than a distant memory now. Her mother, Justine, had dived head first into her career after her husband passed away and jumped at the chance to relocate when she got offered a promotion. Lilith had a hard time adjusting to the change and, forced by her mother, spent years in and out of therapy because of it. It didn’t help.

“It’s your own fault, Lil. You’ve been warned time and time again about your attitude, what did you think was going to happen when you punched that poor boy?” Justine asked, perplexed.

“Poor boy? Mom, he deserved it. I’d told him time and time again to keep his hands to himself.” Lilith argued.

“You broke his nose, Lilith. The detentions and hissy fits I can deal with, I wasn’t even that mad when you flunked senior year and got held back, but this is inexcusable. You were doing so much better. You were on track to graduate. You were happy again. You’re lucky I managed to get the charges dropped, you could be in jail right now. Now listen to me and listen good. You are going back to Hawkins whe-”

“But Mom-” Lilith interjected.

“Whether you like it or not.” Justine finished, taking a deep breath before resuming in an oddly calm manner. “I’ve already spoken to your Aunt Claudia, she’s set the guest room up for you. You’ve got a spot at Hawkins High lined up and your Aunt called in a favor and got you a part-time job. You leave in three days. This isn’t a punishment. This is your second chance, Lilith. Don’t fuck it up.”

She remembered the conversation like it was yesterday. A few years ago she would’ve given her left leg if it meant she could return to Hawkins, but not anymore. Lilith’s fate changed the day she met Taylor during group therapy. The two of them hit it off immediately. It turned out they had more than just trauma in common - they both played instruments. That was how Queens Of Your Demise was born. The all-female metal band consisted of Lilith, Taylor, and Jenny, Taylor’s cousin. Lilith wrote the songs and played the drums, Taylor sang and played guitar and Jenny played bass. They’d quickly formed a small, but loyal, group of fans that followed their shows around town. Nothing quite compared to hearing people scream the lyrics that you wrote back at you while you were on that stage. But, for now, it was gone.

The sound of clanging pots and pans downstairs snapped Lilith away from her thoughts with a start. If there was one thing Claudia could do well, it was cook. Loudly. Lilith left the rather startling pink, frilly guest bedroom and descended to the kitchen. The smell of smoked bacon filled her nostrils as she crossed the threshold into the room. Claudia was hovering over the stove with an apron around her waist and a spatula in her hand as usual.

"How did you sleep, love?" Claudia asked.

"Pretty well, thank you,” Lilith lied, “How long until dinners are ready?”

Claudia inspected the bacon in the frying pan and peered inside the oven door. "Hmmm, I’d say five more minutes. Go get dusty for me please, dear? I’ll set the table.”

Lilith approached her cousin's door and knocked five times, pausing for a second, and then adding a final two knocks. This was the secret code they'd had since they were younger. Back then the two families had been a lot closer. Each matriarch would take it in turns to cook and host the other for dinner every other night, after which Justine and Claudia would gossip and drink wine while Lilith and Dustin would hide themselves away, always playing an assortment of games until late in the night.

Popping her head around the door, she found her cousin sitting at his radio wearing his headphones. "Oi, shithead!" she called, throwing the nearest thing she could find at him to get his attention.

"Ow! What was that for?" Dustin asked, turning to face his cousin whilst rubbing the back of his head where the empty Coke can had hit him.

"Dinners ready in five, Dusty Bun. Finish talking to Suzie-Poo and come downstairs.” she chuckled.

“Hey! I told you to stop calling me that.”

“If you don’t want me to take the piss then you shouldn’t leave your door open while you’re saying embarrassing shit, should you… Dusty Bun?” Lilith mocked, dodging his attempt to throw the empty can back at her.

"So, Lilith…" Claudia began after they’d all settled around the table and began tucking into their meals.

"Please, Aunt Claudia, not another lecture. Between you and mom I've had enough to last me a lifetime." Lilith responded with a touch of annoyance to her tone.

"Not a lecture, sweetheart, I just wanted to remind you about the expectations of your stay here. You're not here on holiday, remember that. You've already been held back once and I swore to your mother that I would get you through your senior year. I mean it, Lilith, no funny business once you start school. Not one phone call, not one detention, nothing. I want you on your best behavior at all times, which brings us to tonight. I want you home by ten o'clock, no later." Claudia stated.

After a few minutes of bargaining her curfew up to eleven o'clock, Lilith quickly swerved the topic of conversation to something a little bit more light-hearted before her aunt could begin yet another lecture.

"So, Dustin, what are you doing tonight?" she asked.

"Heading round to Mike's. We need to talk serious strategy for the last game of the campaign on Friday," Dustin replied.

"Sounds like fun, what's the campaign?" Lilith asked, curiosity genuinely peaked, but also trying to drag out the conversation for as long as she could.

"The Cult of Vecna," Dustin began, "we've been playing all year long. It's the best I've ever played, not that I'd ever tell Will that. We're going to win, too, I can feel it."

She passed the time idly with tedious chit-chat for a few minutes before thanking her Aunt for dinner and clearing her plate before heading back up to her bedroom. Lilith looked long and hard in the mirror trying to figure out what to wear to go out that night. Since moving back to Hawkins she’d made two friends - Steve and Robin.

She’d met them three days after arriving in Hawkins on the morning of her first shift at the job her aunt had lined up for her. The job, it turned out, wasn’t too bad. A little boring at times, maybe, but not bad. They spent most of their days watching films and talking about anything and everything they could think of; Robin could be quite the talker and Steve was an excellent listener. During her previous shift, it had taken the two of them only ten minutes to figure out what was wrong with Lilith and why. She missed home. That when was they decided that they were picking Lilith up the following evening and taking her to have some fun.

After a few more minutes of weighing up her options, she opted to go for a pair of baggy ripped jeans, her favorite Iron Maiden t-shirt, and a pair of Dr. Martens. She tried her hardest to tame her long, thick curls and fixed them in place with hairspray, neatened up her eyeliner, and applied her lipstick. Reaching for her jacket, the familiar sound of Steve’s impatient honking blasted through the open window.

Closing the car door behind her, Lilith got comfortable in the back seat and fastened her seatbelt. "Hey guys, how was work?" she asked.

"Quiet, typical Tuesday. How was your day off?" Robin replied.

“Quiet, typical Tuesday. So… where are you taking me?”

“That is for us to know and for you to find out, my cold-hearted little friend.” Steve declared with a touch of arrogance in his voice.

“You’ll love it. I promise.” Robin reassured her.

They spent the journey singing loudly to Steve's mixtape with the windows rolled back and the wind blowing through their hair. It was moments like these that made Lilith think that maybe, just maybe, living in Hawkins wouldn't be so bad.

“Here we are!” Steve exclaimed, pulling into the parking lot.

“And where exactly is here?” Lilith asked, looking around cautiously.

“The Hideout.”

The smell that hit Lilith’s nose when the three of them walked into The Hideout was one that she could only describe as pure nostalgia. Stale beer, cigarettes, and sweat. “It’s not our usual… vibe,” Robin said curiously, looking around the bar as though it was her first time here too.

“But we figured it would be yours. You know, to remind you of home.” Steve added with an encouraging grin on his face.

“Thanks, guys. It means a lot. Go grab us those seats by the pool table and I’ll grab us some beers.”

“Beers?” they asked.

“What? You guys made me spend an entire eight-hour shift telling you about all the fucked up shit I used to do and you’re shocked I have a fake ID?” she remarked.

Steve opened his mouth as though he was about to say something, but closed it and just nodded instead.

She rejoined her friends a few moments later and placed their drinks down on the table. Lilith looked around, really taking in all the details of the bar. All the little bits that give a place character. Posters for various local musical acts lined the walls, the floor was warped and uneven; probably from all the spectators who gathered in front of the stage multiple nights a week.

“Earth to Lil?” Robin sang, waving her hands in front of Lilith’s face. Lilith turned her attention back to her friends.

“Right, who’s ass am I kicking first then?” Steve asked smugly.

Three games in, none of which Steve had won, Lilith heard the familiar sound of amps being turned on. She turned around and looked over to the small stage located on the other side of the bar.

"Hey, guys, who's that?" she asked.

"That is Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, guess Corroded Coffin are playing here tonight," Steve answered.

"What's so freaky about him?" Lilith asked curiously.

"Latest rumor says he and his cult are sacrificing goats in the woods. Anyway, it's your game." Robin replied, gesturing back to the pool table.

"You guys play, I'm going to see if the band is any good," Lilith replied, wandering off toward the bar.

Lilith sat down and ordered another drink. Beer in hand, she turned to the stage, watching intently as Eddie turned the tuning pegs on his guitar, the tip of his tongue poking out in concentration. After a few minutes of this, he seemed to be finally satisfied and placed his guitar back onto its stand, turned around, and walked over to the bar.

"The usual please, John," Eddie said to the bartender, leaning against the bar with folded arms.

“Course, lad. You expecting many tonight?” the bartender asked.

“Just the usual crowd I reckon” he answered, handing his money over in exchange for his beer. Eddie glanced over at Lilith and spoke again. “Maybe one or two new faces. Later, John” he waved, heading back to the stage where the rest of the band were waiting.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we’re Corroded Coffin. Let’s do this!”

The band was amazing. She watched in awe, the vibrations from the amps were making the floor beat beneath her like a pulse. They’d attracted a small crowd of drunks, all thrashing around to the music.

After a few more beers for herself and Steve, due to Robin being a notorious lightweight, she was finally starting to ease up and relax. Steve and Robin were right; she did miss home. But most importantly, she missed her band and the freedom she felt on stage. Music had always been there for her in her darkest of times.

The band took an interval and headed into a back room; Lilith made her way back over to Steve and Robin. “Who’s winning?” she asked.

“Me, obviously. Steve keeps getting distracted…” she rolled her eyes and nodded in the direction of a blonde woman.

“I’m just having an off night, that’s all,” he told them defensively.

“Steve, give me the cue and go talk to her,” Lilith instructed, holding out an outstretched hand. Steve handed her the cue and walked away. “I’ll break.”

Robin was losing. Badly. Lilith had spent a lot of time in bars like these back home.

Every Friday night after their gig, Lilith, Taylor, and Jenny would sink back a cold beer and have a game of pool to wind down. She had gotten very good over the last two years, so good so that she had managed to make a good few dollars from people she hustled.

As she lined up her cue to pot the black, Lilith swore she could feel someone looking at her. She looked up and locked eyes with Eddie, who was leaning against the bar, watching her. She held her eye contact, took her shot, and potted the black. Winking at Eddie, she turned back to Robin.

“Thanks for tonight, I needed this,” she told her.

“It’s okay. We figured a little bit of normalcy would chill you out a little bit” Robin laughed.

“Hey, uh, did Steve have that big red wine stain on his shirt earlier?” she asked, peering over Robin's shoulder.

“Oh my god,” Robin exclaimed.

“Shit. She’s got a boyfriend. Look, he’s storming over. Over the-” she began.

Robin cut her off. “Steve! STEVE! We gotta go. Now. Run,” she called to him.

Steve turned around and saw the six-foot beefcake storming towards him and went white. “SHIT!”.

The three of them sprinted to the car, their sides aching from laughter. Maybe she was right. Maybe, just maybe, Hawkins wouldn’t be so bad.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x fem oc #eddie munson smut #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fic

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I wouldn't be mad if Megan came out with a song that called out every person in the industry by name who shitted on her during that trial… lyrically destroy them! The fact that there are still people defending him disgusts me. I’ll never understand this obsession with wanting assault victims to be liars. i will get back to my rant in a moment but i need to say that i always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.

it’s not just meg. Rihanna, Kelis, Tina Turner, Ashanti, Keke Palmer, Dee Barnes, Michel'le, & so many other Black women were done wrong

Aaliyah never really came forward. But when the news broke that she was illegally married to R. Kelly she was shamed as if she wasn’t a victim. You can literally look up what happened during that time. Her industry peers was still working with him & didn’t give a damn.

Robin Givens was framed as a “gold digger” & was victim blamed after Mike Tyson abused. The Black community was terrible to her. Despite Mike Tyson saying in his book that punching Robin Givens “was the best punch I've ever thrown in my entire life.”…

People were nasty as hell to K Michelle when she accused Memphitz of abusing her. Only for him to later admit that he actually abused her. I can’t recall anyone who dogged her out in his defense recanting or even apologizing for the harm they brought to her.

Biggie used to abuse tf out of Lil Kim & instead of people acknowledging what happened to her they just rush to talk about her plastic surgeries (as a result of abuse btw)

Karruche, Tyra Banks , Kimora Lee Simmons , Tisha Campbell etc. all lost jobs and opportunities for speaking up

The police leaked Rihanna’s nude pictures from her phone. Nas & Dr Dre are still pillars in the community. People made fun of Keke hiding from Trey. The women of love & hip hop basically told K. Michelle she was lying. Like come the tf on. Society doesn’t care about victims especially if they are black.

if you support a nasty person who hates bw and intentionally harms them and abusers, then you’re dead to me and you can go to hell you abuser and anti bw slut!

Now back to that Canadian pos.

It’s the way he’s gone out of his way so many times to avoid accountability and paint him as innocent it’s disgusting. The narcissism. The sociopathy. The way he played the victim

Overall, Tory’s ego is why he is in the predicament that he’s in. Not because of him shooting a woman (a problem in itself). Had he owned up to what he did & took a plea deal, he would’ve been better off. He would have never had to face two decades of prison and deportation, just a couple of years in jail and that’ would be it.

& We all know folks love an abuser redemption arc. I just see it now “he took accountability for what he did” “he changed” “he’s showing growth”.. So folks would’ve ate that up! 🙃🙃 like you can’t redeem those who haven’t genuinely repented

God really blessed him with the worst team/lawyers possible. Still remember his lawyer acting a fool. “Y’all come back with a not guilty verdict yet?” He really thought social media was the judge and jury 🤣😂🤣😂

He thought the fact other misogynists and abusers were loudly backing him meant he would've gotten off. Womp womp!

she more of a real nigga than him. she was just gone let that shit ride but he started talking shit. He should have been grateful that she didn’t turn his dusty behind to the cops at the crime scene at first, she was gonna let him off the hook and was willing to let the whole situation go as well? She was being extremely gracious but he chose clownery, he still decided to run his mouth & drag her on the internet now he’s jailed. It’s what he deserves.

the fact that she literally tried to protect him from the police at first despite what he did to her. she was literally willing to let it go and try to move on, HE dragged it and was in the blogs calling her a liar.

Literally or just not say anything if no one else was saying anything he decided to drag it a be corny

if a mf show you mercy, just take that lesson and keep it pushing. At the very least be grateful. Most people would have turned that person who shot them that same night and called the cops. When people grace you you better not take it for granted.

I swear people be getting too big for they britches and think fat meat ain’t greasy.

i say this all the time not once did he show a ounce of empathy or even keep quiet , he was antagonizing her for a whole 2 years straight being the ring leader having ppl encourage his disgusting behavior, Literally all he has to blame is his ego. Megan had no initial intention of cooperating with the state/cops or outing him as the shooter. He could have gotten away with this if he wasn't such an egotistical, opportunistic, entitled, sociopathic, narcissistic, misogynist prick. so now he’ll have plenty of time to think about his actions and I hope they deport that leprechaun with the quickness 🫶🏾 .

It’s definitely his fault and I’m glad to see him burn.

#Poor baby smh she’s been through so much 🫶🏽🥺#fuck everyone and everybody who said that megan was lying #they can all choke #my heart is constantly with meg 💝 she's been through far too much #I’ll never forgive anyone who disrespects and abuses black women #Rihanna #Kelis #Tina Turner #Ashanti #Keke Palmer #Dee Barnes #Michel'le #& so many other Black women.#To hell with the world they will pay for their crimes for disrespecting black women #Don’t fuck with black women #Don’t harm them or disrespect them if you can’t love them #K. Michelle #Robin Givens #Janet Jackson #Whitney Houston #i will always want the world to burn and pay for their crimes for their mistreatment of black women.#If you supported abusers and those who have done black women dirty #then you are dead to me and you can go to hell #i don’t give a fuck #I don’t even care if you’re my mother #You are nothing to me if you are being a cocksucker to an abusers and someone who has disrespect bw.#i said what i said #argue with the fucking wall

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Merrily We Roll Along reviews (part 1)

New York Times (Critic's Pick)

Maria Friedman’s staging brings the intelligence of the songs fully alive and justifies the baroque construction. Her framing snaps the picture almost fully into focus. And with Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe and Lindsay Mendez as the show’s central trio of backward-tumbling friends, it is perhaps for the first time perfectly cast.

Happily, Groff has the glamour and fury to shoulder that interpretation. No Frank I’ve seen has been so unapologetic in his solipsism, so sure he deserves a get-out-of-jail-free card to life’s every complication. And when someone crosses him, as Charley does singing “Franklin Shepard, Inc.” on that TV show, Frank is so livid, staring straight ahead as if his friend no longer exists, that you wait in terror for what will happen next. What you get, even worse, is what happens before.

Justin 'Squigs' Robertson caricature and review

Squigs Salutes: Merrily We Roll Along

Oh Sondheim heaven! Maria Friedman’s production of Stephen Sondheim and Hal Prince’s troubled show has opened at New York Theatre Workshop with nary a trouble in sight. It’s truly one of the best productions I’ve seen in recent memory. Such a winning cast led by Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe, Lindsay Mendez, Krystal Joy Brown, Katie Rose Clarke, and Reg Rogers. Coincidently, I’ve witnessed Friedman’s productions of this in London and Boston over the past decade, and it just keeps getting better and better. “Dreams don’t die, so keep an eye on your dream.”

Washington Post

They said it couldn’t be done. But they’ve done it. And not only merrily. Magnificently.

Only now, it’s more powerfully the collateral damage — the unraveling of a complex, bittersweet friendship among three creative people — that plays out as the show’s touching essence.

And no small part of the success is due to the three central performances, by Jonathan Groff, Daniel Radcliffe and Lindsay Mendez.

The musical version, too, unfolds backward. But it will certainly propel forward the musical theater renown of Groff, Radcliffe and Mendez...

“Merrily We Roll Along” upends your perspective: you see first that all the relationships are ill-fated, and only as the years roll back do you get to understand what these people mean to one another. It’s a mistake to make of this musical a clinical autopsy on our grasping culture; you need a purely emotional dimension, too, which is what Friedman and company have grasped. And critical to that success is Groff, because he embodies so effortlessly someone whom others always want to be around.

“That Frank” was a song Sondheim later added near the top of the show that helps immeasurably in establishing Frank at its thematic core. He’s both a magnet and a centrifuge, drawing people together and forcing them apart, by dint of his appetites. Groff’s charm is a valuable commodity in “Merrily,” because Friedman and Groff’s evocation of Frank is of a man who loses touch with people, but not entirely with his youthful glow: At both the show’s start and ending, he clutches a token of lost innocence: a copy of the first script Charley ever gave him.

The close contact shows in Friedman’s revelatory incarnation. We’re all “catching at dreams,” proclaims a lyric in the title number. With this production, the dream of a great “Merrily” has been caught.

#jonathan groff #merrily we roll along #nytw #reviews

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Saul has a violent boyfriend and Andreas helps him please

Saul covered his bruises and plastered a smile on his face, he was not about to let his ex see how badly he was doing without him. Andreas couldn't know that since they broke up Saul had got into a relationship with someone who hit him. Andreas and Sebastian Hated each other, and Saul had only really agreed to go out with Sebastian months ago because it would piss off Andreas. And then, right there in the restaurant, Sebastian had slipped the photo across the table which would ruin him. Saul had had to play the loving and commited boyfriend ever since.

He was not going to let Andreas know that he'd been right about Sebastian. He was not going to show how much it hurt that of their friends he only had Farah left. The rest had sided with Andreas.

Saul looked at himself in the mirror and hoped the job he'd done was convincing. This is what I deserve, he reminded himself, if this was the price for Sebastian's protection then he had to pay it. Jail time would ruin his chances of getting visitation rights for Sky and Beatrix. He clamped down hard on the urge to cry and checked the list of rules he now had to obey whenever he was around Andreas, or Sebastian had promised him another round of bruises.

Saul scrunched the note up into his pocket and repeated his mantra in his head 'this is what you deserve. This is what you deserve. This is what you deserve.' Only when it was set and firm in his mind did he get out the car and go into the recording studio for practice.

As soon as he walked in the room, everyone stopped talking. Even after months of this, it didn't stop hurting. He kept his eyes lowered, walked over to his spot away from everyone else and reviewed which songs they wanted his vocals for. He'd stopped writing lyrics himself as only Farah had any interest in his attempts anymore, everyone else wanted him to record his voice for the new album and get out. He could do that. It suited him just fine. This way he wouldn't break any of Sebastian's rules for him.

Chatter resumed around him, and with a jolt he realised they were talking about the kids. He listened in, desperate for news of how Sky and Beatrix were getting on without him. Good it turned out, they were doing well at school and Beatrix was happier now that she'd dropped the after school clubs Saul had encouraged her to try. Saul sunk into himself further. Perhaps he should withdraw his request for visitation, they were better off without him. He'd already downgraded from joint custody after all. Perhaps he should accept that he only made people unhappy when he was around and just let Sebastian control his life fully. After all, Sebastian was well liked, he did great work and helped so many people. Really, Saul was coming to the realisation, that he was a better person now that he was obeying Sebastian and keeping house for him.

He'd only been able to keep his spot in Battalion of Light, because the band was doing well in the charts and leaving would bring too much attention on them all. He had to keep going until Rosalind decided that the worst of the attention was over and they could quietly kick him. He was sure she'd already prepared his press statement about why he wanted to quit.

Saul snuck the list of rules out his pocket and reviewed them. Yes, they would be easy enough to follow. Andreas barely spoke to him, so half these rules weren't applicable. The no touching him was going to be difficult because the lift to the recording booth was small, and Andreas was prone to jostling Saul for room now.

It was leaving him so muddled, ever since the first month with Sebastian he'd been conditioning himself to view violence as another expression of love. Andreas shoving him, was now making his heart flutter with hope that Andreas might still have feelings for him. Just yesterday in the shower he'd imagined Andreas sweeping him off his feet in a rescue. It had been the most wonderful daydream.

When Sebastian had asked that night if Saul had any wrong doing he wanted to confess, Saul hadn't even bothered to hide it. He'd told Sebastian the whole thing, and taken his whipping without complaint. He was a good boy. Sebastian was training him to be a good boy again. The prospect of one day truly being a good boy again warmed his aching and broken heart. He just had to keep going.

He hadn't realised people had stopped talking. He hadn't realised Andreas had got closer until the rules list was snatched out his hand.

"Are you trying to write lyrics again, Saul? I told you unless they're an admittance of cheating then I don't want to hear them." Andreas snarled and started to read the rules aloud in a belittling tone. He trailed off quickly and handed them to Rosalind with a face so pale that Saul thought looked like he was going to faint. It was nothing to the horror Saul was feeling though.

He had two options: lie or run. Saul ran.

He was out the room and down the corridor in an instant. They knew. They all knew. Andreas had seen that list. They all knew Sebastian's handwriting. All his attempts to improve himself were going to be found out and Saul couldn't bear the thought. He almost made it out the building when Farah tackled him to the ground. She was the only one faster than him at track and field and now Andreas was on him too. They dragged him back to the practice room where Rosalind was waiting.

"Would you like to explain this?" She asked, calmly, more gently than she'd spoken to him in months.

"No, Ma'am. Please just let me leave. I won't be part of the and anymore. Please, let me have it back so that he won't get angry. Please, I can't sleep in the freezing water of the bathtub again. Please." Saul was shaking. Snot and tears coated his face and he swiped at them desperately. It just seemed to make the mess worse.

Make up came away on his hands and then Farah was holding him and talking gently. Harvey was swearing, Rosalind had a stoney expression, and Andreas tilted Saul's face so the bruise was obvious.

"You left me for a man that beats you?" Andreas gasped out, he sounded as if he'd taken a gut punch.

"Sebastian has evidence against me. Please. Giving him what he wants is the only way I get a chance at staying in the kids lives. Please. Just forget you saw any of this. I can be good. I promise. I swear. I'll be good." Saul sobbed. Suddenly he was 10 again promising he'd be good if his father would just stop hitting him. It hadn't worked, and years later the evidence of his bloody murder of his father was still hanging over him.

"You'd better tell me everything so we can get this cleared up," Rosalind said firmly, but as Saul raised his eyes to her he could see the fond look was back. "There's nothing a good lawyer and some leverage of our own can't handle."

Saul slumped into Farah's arms, shaking. Andreas said something quietly to her and then Saul was being transferred into the arms of the love of his life.

"Come on, let's clean you up and see the damage." Andreas's voice was as tender as if he was talking to the kids after falling and hurting their knees. He scooped Saul up, took him into the bathroom and started the long, long process of putting Saul back together.

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snow angel - track six

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maia_bennett and we don't talk shit about you on the internet...

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user1 oh my god is she for real?

landonorris pretty girl 🧡

↳ maia_bennett pretty boy 🧡

user2 this has got to be some sort of joke, right?

lilymhe lol.

↳ user3 this is the most threatening lol i've ever see. period and everything.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOO

↳ user4 most unserious driver on the grid.

↳ user5 we don't talk about alex's chaos enough

francesca.cgomes see this caption would work if we didn't all know what carlos and lando did in the spanish media.

↳ user6 SPEAK THE TRUTH KIKA!!

user7 you've got to be fucking kidding me...

user8 oh no. honey this isn't the flex you think it is.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh sweetie...

user9 i pray you're ready for the shit storm that is about to hit you.

alex_albon LMFAOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

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rheareynolds "but for what it's worth, he's her problem now."

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user10 MOTHER!! MOTHER IS MOTHERING Y'ALL!!

user11 oh, she's so cunty and i love that.

lilymhe everyday i am grateful i live on the same earth as rhea reynolds.

↳ rheareynolds oh lily, you sure know how to make a girl blush.

luisinhaoliveira99 oh girl, i fucking love you.

↳ rheareynolds baby, i fucking love you 😘. no one show this to mick!

↳ mickschumacher this is a public instagram comment section...

↳ rheareynolds LOVE YOU TOO BABE 💙!

maxverstappen1 see, i can't tell if those are lyrics or someone told you that but either way, YOU ATE THAT SHIT UP!!

↳ rheareynolds why thank you maximilian.

↳ maxverstappen1 i'll let it slide, just this once.

georgerussell63 SHE CAME TO SERVE!!

↳ rheareynolds CHANNELED MY INNER RUSSELL GEORGE FOR THIS PHOTOSHOOT!!

francesca.cgomes ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS!

↳ rheareynolds I HAD THE BEST TEACHER!

user12 oh she's so unhinged and i fucking love that shit.

oscarpiastri i just heard the most unholy screech come from the dining hall. target has been reached.

↳ rheareynolds good. he deserves this and much worse.

logansargeant YES QUEEN!! SERVING CUNT!!

↳ rheareynolds LOGIE! THANK YOU! ❤️

yukitsunoda0511 my offer still stands.

↳ rheareynolds no yuki, you are not biting his ankles while pierre holds him down.

↳ pierregasly BOO!! LET US TAKE HIM DOWN!!!

maia_bennett real mature rhea. real mature.

↳ rheareynolds oh honey, we haven't even scratched the surface.

charles_leclerc THAT'S MY BESTIE!!

↳ rheareynolds what an iconic duo, regina george and lightning mcqueen.

alex_albon REGINA GEORGE CAME TO GAG LANDO NO WINS!

↳ rheareynolds albono, i think you gagged him even more with the no wins.

maxfretwell let be known that i had no idea what was going on. i just thought she was your best friend.

↳ rheareynolds no it's okay maxie, i don't blame you for having a shitty best friend.

pierre gasly added one person

kika gomes i can't believe i'm saying this but what the hell guys? why wasn't i added sooner??

rhea reynolds you're the only sane one.

lily muni he if the loser shows up with her can i fight him??

yuki tsunoda i'll help! daniel ricciardo you two are so violent.

esteban ocon when mick said lando had cheated on you with your childhood best friend, i didn't think he meant maia, who knew you two were together. and constantly hung out together with you two.

mick schumacher i told you guys it was bad!

oscar piastri ...

alex albon WHAT DO YOU KNOW PIASTRI?? oscar piastri she's been to every single race this year... the girl he showed up with in bahrain was a fake girlfriend. he's been dating her for months. oscar piastri and i learned that every time lando said he was hanging out with carlos, he was with her. don't ask how i learned.

rhea reynolds THAT MOTHER FUCKER!!

rhea reynolds oh he's fucking lucky i could go to jail for murder.

rhea reynolds i had a different song planned to be the next single but i changed my fucking mind. fuck lando norris, fuck carlos sainz, and fuck maia bennett. i hope they enjoy their little corner in hell.

lily muni he oh regina george has not come to play.

george russell i think you mean leighton murray did not come to play.

lewis hamilton i have you all muted for a reason but please, make him miserable. it's the least he deserves.

rhea reynolds oh my manager is about to be so pissed at me but what lewis hamilton says goes.

pierre gasly BURN THE BITCH RHEA!

yuki tsunoda I'M GOING TO HIS FUCKING ANKLES!

daniel ricciardo GET HIS FUCKING ASS!!

kika gomes YOU DESTROY THAT MAN RHEA!

logan sargeant WE WILL DESTROY HIS FUCKING PEACE!

lance stroll to quote yuki, "we ride at dawn fuckers"

logan sargeant SHE WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE JUGULAR!

alex albon i am in awe of you rhea reynolds.

lewis hamilton i think you've outdone yourself rhea.

lily muni he marry me. forget alex and mick. marry me.

kika gomes no! marry me! rhea reynolds fuck it, we'll marry each other. throuple all the way.

mick schumacher trust me. it gets worse.

charles leclerc HOW MUCH MORE WORSE COULD IT POSSIBLY GET?

mick schumacher think like dear john by taylor

lily muni he oh shit. it's that bad?

max verstappen WHATEVER I GET TO MAKE HIM FUCKING MISERABLE!

yuki tsunoda FUCK YEAH! I'M BITING ANKLES BITCHES

oscar piastri OSCAR PIASTRI REPORTING FOR DUTY!!

kika gomes that man will never know peace as long as we live

pierre gasly he hasn't known peace since december 2021

kika gomes good, then we're doing our job as her friends.

oscar piastri there is nothing i enjoy more than slowly torturing my teammate

daniel ricciardo chaotic aussies and mclaren. something they can never get away from.

logan sargeant listen, if we host a listening party, at the same time, in different garages. he can't really shit on any of us.

max verstappen so what you mean is, all of us play tummy hurts, on a loop to annoy him?

charles leclerc SIGN ME THE FUCK UP! ANYTHING TO ANNOY HIM AND HIS PARTNERS IN CRIME!

lance stroll I'M IN! FERNANDO'S IN TOO!!

rhea reynolds i seriously love you guys.

lily muni he rhea, baby, we love you too.

oscar piastri i enjoy chaos. we aren't quite at the love phase rhea.

rhea reynolds oh fuck you swimp.

logan sargeant SWIMP!!

oscar piastri OH FUCK OFF!

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