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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … April 23

1616 – On this date the English writer and actor William Shakespeare died. He was born in 1564 and baptised on the 26 April, probably within 2 or 3 days of his birthdate. (One legend is that he died on the day that he was born - which would make his birthdate also today, 23 April)

Shakespeare is the most important playwright and poet in the English or any other language, but Shakespeare's sonnets are cited as evidence of his possible homosexuality.

The poems were initially published, perhaps without his approval, in 1609. One hundred and twenty-six of them appear to be love poems addressed to a beautiful young man whom he addresses as 'Fair Lord' or 'Fair Youth'; this is often assumed to be the same person as the 'Mr W.H.' to whom the sonnets are dedicated. The identity of this figure (if he is indeed based on a real person) is unclear; the most popular candidates are Shakespeare's patrons, Henry Wriothesley, 3rd Earl of Southampton and William Herbert, 3rd Earl of Pembroke, both of whom were considered handsome in their youth.

It remains unclear whether the Fair Lord and Fair Youth addressed represent real individuals, or even whether the authorial "I" who addresses them represents Shakespeare himself, though Wordsworth believed that with the sonnets "Shakespeare unlocked his heart".

Even though he married Anne Hathaway and had three children, the circumstantial evidence, such as in his sonnets and plays, suggests he did have an erotic interest in men. Evidence of these homosexual tendencies comes from an analysis of his sonnets, which address his "great love," who seems be a young man.

1791 – Today's the birthday of James Buchanan (d.1868), the 15th President of the United States and the nation's only bachelor chief executive, unanimously considered worst president in U.S. history.

For fifteen years in Washington, D.C., prior to his presidency, Buchanan lived with his "close friend," Alabama Senator William Rufus King. King became Vice President under Franklin Pierce. He took ill and died shortly after Pierce's inauguration, and four years before Buchanan became President. Buchanan and King's close relationship prompted the surly Andrew Jackson to refer to King as "Miss Nancy" and "Aunt Fancy," while Aaron V. Brown spoke of the two as "Buchanan and his wife." Further, some of the contemporary press also speculated about Buchanan and King's relationship.

William Rufus King

Buchanan's and King's nieces destroyed their uncles' correspondence, leaving some questions as to what relationship the two men had, but the length and intimacy of surviving letters illustrate "the affection of a special friendship", and Buchanan wrote of his "communion" with his housemate . The circumstances surrounding Buchanan and King's close emotional ties have led most open historians to speculate that he was America's first homosexual president.

Perry Brass wrote us to tell us that in "several cities, most notably Washington, DC, 'James Buchanan Clubs' popped up, joined by wealthy bachelors. The clubs purported to be a place where bachelor men could 'network,' before that word became a verb, but the actual basis of the club was pretty well known: they were clubs for (somewhat) closeted A-gays. Another version of the clubs were called 'Steamboat clubs,' and I'm not sure where that word came from, although I think it had some connection with the Buchanan era as well."

Why was he such a bad president? Well, in a nutshell, most historians consider him responsible for letting the country fall apart into the Civil War. He acquiesced to Southern states (even though he himself was a Pennsylvanian). Buchanan's efforts to maintain peace between the North and the South alienated both sides. As the Southern states declared their secession in the prologue to the American Civil War, Buchanan's opinion was that secession was illegal, but that going to war to stop it was also illegal; hence he remained inactive.

By the time he left office, popular opinion had turned against him and the Democratic Party had split in two. His handling of the crisis preceding the Civil War has led to his consistent ranking by historians as one of the worst Presidents in American history.

If you visit Washington, DC, you can see the lovingly restored cottage of Buchanan's successor (and perhaps the second homosexual President) Abraham Lincoln. Located at the Old Soldiers Home near Rock Creek Park, the cottage underwent a complete renovation to return it to period authenticity as the summer home of the Lincolns during the civil war. What does this have to do with Buchanan? Well, if you stand in the front yard of the Lincoln cottage, across the way you'll see the beautiful cottage that was the summer home to Buchanan and King on those hot steamy Washington summers of long ago.

1882 – The Chilean novelist Augusto Goemine Thomson better known as Augusto D'Halmar was born on this date. He is best known as the author of the novel "Pasión y muerte del Cura Deusto" which was published in 1924. It was one of the first novels to deal with homosexuality in an open way. In 1942 D'Halmar was awarded the Premio Nacional de Literatura. He was the first recipient of the honor.

1918 – James Kirkup (d.2009) was a prolific English poet, translator and travel writer. He wrote over 30 books, including autobiographies, novels and plays. He became a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature in 1962.During World War II he was a conscientious objector, and worked for the Forestry Commission and on the land in the Yorkshire Dales.He taught at The Downs School in Colwall, Malvern, where W.H. Auden had earlier been a master. Kirkup wrote his first book of poetry, The Drowned Sailor at the Downs, which was published in 1947.

In 1952 he moved south to Gloucestershire and became visiting poet at Bath Academy of Art for the next three years. Moving on from Bath, he taught in a London grammar school before leaving England in 1956 to live and work in Europe, the Americas and the Far East. In Japan, he found acceptance and appreciation of his work, and he settled there for 30 years, lecturing in English literature at several universities.

Kirkup came to public attention in 1977, after the newspaper Gay News published his poem The Love That Dares to Speak Its Name, in which a Roman centurion describes his lust for and attraction to the crucified Jesus. The paper was successfully prosecuted in the Whitehouse v. Lemon case, along with the editor, Dennis Lemon, for blasphemous libel under the 1697 Blasphemy Act, by Mary Whitehouse, then Secretary of the National Viewers' and Listeners' Association.

You can read the poem here: The Love That Dares To Speak Its Name

Mister Rogers with Officer Clemmons

1945 – François Clemmons is an American singer, actor, playwright and university lecturer. He is perhaps best known for his appearances as "Officer Clemmons" on the PBS television series Mister Rogers' Neighborhood from 1968 to 1993.

Clemmons was born in Birmingham, Alabama and raised in Youngstown, Ohio. When it was discovered that he had an excellent singing voice, he began performing locally at church functions. He became choir director of his church at the age of 10. His first songs were the spirituals of pre-Civil War America, passed down to him by his mother. He soon branched out across genres, singing with various community groups. For a while, he was the lead singer of a rock 'n' roll group called the Jokers.

Clemmons received a Bachelor of Music degree from Oberlin College, and a Master of Fine Arts from Carnegie Mellon University. He also received an honorary degree of Doctor of Arts from Middlebury College.For 25 years, Clemmons performed the role of Officer Clemmons, a friendly neighborhood policeman, in the "Neighborhood of Make-Believe" on the children's television show Mister Rogers' Neighborhood. In the neighborhood itself, Clemmons ran a singing and dance studio located in the building diagonally across the street from Mister Rogers' house. He was one of the first African Americans to have a recurring role on a kids' TV series, and his presentation – as both a beloved neighbor to Mister Rogers and as a respected authority figure – has been described as a ground-breaking message in race relations.

While attending Oberlin College, Clemmons realized that he was gay, but remained closeted, fearing disapproval from his religious family and the community. In 1968, Fred Rogers told Clemmons that while his sexuality did not matter to him personally, Clemmons could not be "out" and continue appearing on Mister Rogers' Neighborhood, because of the scandal that would arise. In the late 1960s, Rogers and others suggested that Clemmons get married as a way to deal with his sexual orientation, which he did. His marriage to wife Carol did not work out, and Clemmons divorced in 1974 so that he could live openly as a gay man. Rogers remained personally supportive of Clemmons, but required him to avoid any indication of his homosexuality – such as the earring he began to wear as a signifier – on the program.

Clemmons lives and works in Middlebury, Vermont, where he is the Emeritus Artist in Residence of Middlebury College. He is a member of Phi Mu Alpha Sinfonia, the national fraternity for men in music.

1957 – Alex Sanchez's unique background as a youth and family counselor and his experiences as an immigrant have helped make him an important voice in today's young adult glbtq literature canon. Born in Mexico City, Mexico, to parents of both Cuban and German descent, Sanchez immigrated with his family to Texas in 1962 at the age of five.

In a panel discussion at the 2003 National Council of Teachers of English convention, he explained, "Because of my light-skinned father and his German last name (not Sanchez), I learned I could pass as white. I could hide who I was, so that others would like and accept me."

At age 13, Sanchez realized that he was gay. He once again experienced feelings of being an outsider. But this time he felt there was no one he could talk to or relate to. He found no books in the library that described what he was going through, and none to tell him that what he felt was okay.

"So," he explained, "just as I had learned to hide that I was Mexican, I tried to hide that I was gay. I became depressed, quiet, invisible, trying to escape calling attention to myself."

After graduation, he worked as a family and youth counselor for ten years. During that time, he began to write the story that would eventually become Rainbow Boys (2001).

The book features three distinct and well-developed gay teens: an "out-and-proud" gay activist, a jock who starts the book with a girlfriend and family issues, and a low-key closeted teen who experiences prejudice due to his friendship with the more flamboyant character. The characters' stories are continued in Rainbow High (2003) and Rainbow Road (2005).

Considering that the average age most gay Americans now "come out" has dropped from age 21 (in 1979) to around 15 today (and as low as ten), the need for middle-grade glbtq fiction is obvious.

Alex Sanchez is one of today's most influential authors for the glbtq young adult market. His popularity and success is due to many factors, but most notably his believable characters, the timely and relevant storylines of his novels, and the broad appeal of the stories to both gay and straight teens.

Sanchez's books have helped countless gay teens accept themselves while at the same time helping straight readers understand and empathize with gay teens.

1984 – Aras Onur is a Turkish author, poet, and columnist.

Aras Onur was born in Ankara and is a graduate of TED Ankara College and University of Ankara. He started his literary career in the early 2000s. Openly gay, he has been often associated with local LGBT literature.

He is often identified as a socialist in the media, although his conservative tendencies are also often noted. Aras Onur was mastermind of "Kindle a Candle" protests, a wave of civil unrests in Turkey which began on 11 September 2015. The protesters were spurred on by a manifesto released by columnists of the national newspaper Karsi, in which the slogan "Kindle a Candle, Stand Out" was featured.

Onur had written Karsi editorial columns for two years as the acting-editor until he resigned from office in October 2016, following a ban on accessing the paper's website.

1984 – The US Dept. of Health and Human Services Secretary holds a press conference announcing that the virus that causes AIDS has been discovered: it’s HTLV-3, known today as HIV ('human immunodeficiency virus'). AIDS was originally named called GRID – 'gay related immune deficiency'.

2013 – The French Senate approves same-sex marriage.

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Francis Aytown, Stoker and his salty grudge against those damn gay artists

(Remaking this post cause it didn't show up in the tags for shadowban reasons)

Hey, DDs, wanna know how our boi Bram saw a gay guy treat his crush without enough respect and went: “Welp, I’m gonna write about you going mad as you fall in love with him, how do you like that, huh, huh??” and then didn’t write shit?

Anyway, there’s a list of characters deleted from “Dracula” at different stages of writing and among them is Francis Aytown - the artist who goes mad trying to paint Drac. And scrolling through the artists of the time one of the first names that pops up is Frederic Leighton, the president of the Royal Academy. If you bought any of them modern books with classic art on the cover you most likely have seen the guy:

And I sat there like, welp, that sounds familiar, so I did some googling and of course our man Bram had beef with him.

So, at some party Leighton said a toast on how the highest form of Art was Painting and our man Henry Irving, the light of Stoker’s life, rose and said, the fuck man, what about acting. Leighton was like, ok, dude, that’s much art too, chill. The incident was documented by Stoker in his doorstopper “Personal reminiscences of Henry Irving” in a delightfully salty way (Bram, my man, if you put all that salt into getting laid, I’m pretty sure you’d be drowning in dick):

“At the banquet that night there was something of a faux pas, which was later much commented on. In the toast list was one: Science, Literature and Art. This was proposed by the Marquis of Dufferin and Ava, and was responded to for Science by Lord Kelvin; for Literature by the Bishop of Derry; and for Art by Sir Frederic Leighton. The latter was, of course, quite correct, for the President of the Royal Academy is naturally the official mouthpiece for the voice of Art in this country. The mistake was that, in speaking for Art, Sir Frederic limited himself to Painting. He spoke in reality for himself and Alma-Tadema, but ignored completely the sister Art of Acting, the chief exponent of which was a fellow recipient of the honour which he himself had received that day and who was present as a guest at the banquet. The comments of the press on the omission were marked, and the authorities of the University did not like the mistake. Leighton evidently heard of some comment on it, for a few days afterwards he wrote to Irving to explain that he did not think he was intended to reply, except for his own Art.”

And Leighton very much fucked dudes. There’re surviving letters from one of his bfs where the guy writes to him about plopping with bronchitis, missing him terribly, and being horny as fuck. You can go google them they’re very sweet. And Leighton was pals with a guy who was a boyfriend of another writer who wrote things about vampires - count Stenbock. And Stenbock had some beef with Wilde. So pretty much everyone in the queer community of London of that time knew each other, like everyone was everyone’s ex which, as a queer man living in a pretty small city, is kind of a mood.

Anyway, here's some of Leighton's gayer stuff and his handsome bear face:

#dracula daily #dracula #frederic leighton #francis aytown #bram stoker

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Books of 2023

this is mostly for me to yell at my lawn about books i want more people to read. my faves are highlighted in purple and have a star (☆) next to them. if anyone wants to suggest books at me........ <3

i did not think i was going to make my goal of 26 books, but then i got put on desk duty at work and discovered audiobooks!

The Traitor Baru Comorant - Seth Dickinson gah!!! Builds methodically and slowly but crumbles apart and hits you on the dick over and over. Cannot believe a guy named Seth Dickinson wrote this (affectionate).

The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison Classic feel-good whump, but don't think too hard about the politics. I would have been obsessed with this as a kid.

☆ Babel - R.F. Kuang ☆ A capital-T Tragedy that made me physically cry! RF Kuang is incredible at writing about colonialism and situations that go horribly wrong.

A Lady for a Duke - Alexis Hall Generally cathartic romance about a trans woman who fakes her death at Waterloo to live as a woman and falls in love with her childhood best friend. I think I am not entirely a romance girlie but definitely a solid book.

Sorrowland - Rivers Solomon Oh baby let's get weird and talk about politics! Contains a mycelium-fueled gay ghost orgy and some very good body horror.

A Prayer for the Crown-Shy - Becky Chambers The Monk and Robot duology keeps hitting me over the head with ruminations on all the coming-of-age questions but it offers me tea and a listening ear so I quite love it.

The Stars and the Blackness Between Them - Junauda Petrus I think the prose is well written, but I was definitely left wanting more regarding the magical realism.

Feed Them Silence - Lee Mandelo Again with the slacking on the magical realism. Frighteningly contemporary crumbling relationship and not nearly enough weird bullshit for me.

The Future of Another Timeline - Annalee Newitz I hated this book so much. I really think you could pass it off as the product of a corporate man, that's how shallow it is. It has mega commitment issues with the themes it tries to tackle. Also, if you're going to write a time traveling book you NEED to do at least cursory research???? Women in the 1890s did not wear bras????

No One is Talking About This - Patricia Lockwood A fun and brutal investigation of being chronically online and dealing with personal tragedies. Bonus points for being written by Miette the cat's owner.

☆ Greenwood - Michael Cristie ☆ Incredible multi-generational epic. Cristie knows the story he wants to tell and he executes it near-flawlessly. I didn't love the ending but the rest of the book makes up for it.

Rabid - Monica Murphy, Bill Wasik Definitely an interesting look a the cultural side of rabies, but I wish they had maybe not gone with such a wide array of subjects.

The Lucky Red - Claudia Cravens A queer (minor homophobia) Western in the spirit of all the good female country singers.

Persuasion - Jane Austen Oh baby. I get it now.

Ancillary Justice - Ann Leckie An unfortunate choice of media means I can't rate this higher. I think it's too hard sci-fi for me to listen to it, so I need to reread it in physical form.

Deaf Republic - Ilya Kaminsky Brutal. Kaminsky is really fucking good at writing about war in a pretty minimalist style.

Small Things Like These - Claire Keegan A book that reminds you about the point of choosing to do something right. Also has the added benefit of teaching me about something I didn't know about (The Magdalene Laundries).

Eartheater - Dolores Reyes Another victim of the audiobook medium. I'm not sure if this is because it was translated or because I was expecting something a bit different, but I didn't really jive with this.

☆ Islands of Abandonment - Cal Flyn ☆ Absolute banger. Beautiful prose, concept that makes me go a bit feral. I want to tattoo this on my brain.

Fourth Wing - Rebecca Yarros This is not a fair review--I read this because my friend hated it. A deeply unserious and superficial book to me as an avid fantasy person and not a romance person. I wish Yarros had actually gone full hog and actually included disability in the sex scenes at the very least.

The Vanished Birds - Simon Jimenez Genuinely not sure how to feel about this? Sprawling space opera with purposefully unfinished ties. It does make me excited to read A Spear Cuts Through Water though.

Kindred - Olivia E. Butler I get the Butler hype now! Read it.

Flux - Jinwoo Chong A lukewarm positive review here? Very much a deep dive on grief, tech politics, and fandom. Has some weird timeline stuff so I was definitely confused.

Upright Women Wanted - Sarah Gailey Reads like that one ao3 excerpt of Sasuke learning about gay people. It feels like there's next to no world-building or character development. The characters are incredibly juvenile and all the changes happening are spelled out.

The Dragon Republic - R.F. Kuang Lord, this was a deeply intricate trainwreck of a book. Deeply uncomfortable and yet incredibly gripping.

Rereads:

Nona the Ninth, Harrow the Ninth, and Gideon the Ninth - Tamsyn Muir Decided I needed to listen to the audiobooks of these to inflict maximum damage. Good lord, I am still insane about these books.

Graceling - Kristen Cashore I was obsessed with these books as a 10 year old, and this one still mostly holds up. A good example of romances for little girls who aren't convinced by romance.

#need more books to be insane about :)#book recs #books

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from 'fire and ice' by nova twins.

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from alfred tennyson's idylls of the king

spoken by guinevere, a another famous gwen in literature, who is also the beautiful blonde love interest of the hero, whose relationship ends tragically, who falls for the wrong guy (one of her husband's friends) and is remembered… controversially for it.

(by controversially i mean when the kingdom falls her husband blames it on her affair. like that makes sense.)

in context this line is guinevere meeting with lancelot one last time as shit blows up, and denying his request that they hide away together, so she can seek redemption on her own. which is what happens in this chapter.

lancelot is hobie. he's the friend of the hero, miles, who the hero's designated love interest, gwen, is drawn to instead. and if the hero's friend and the hero's love interest fall for each other instead, it will be treated as a betrayal with most of the blame landing on the love interest's shoulders, even if the love interest and the hero were never together in the first place (it basically is already; just look at how the fandom reacts to the thought of gwen and hobie together).

gwen's arrival

interdimensional jet lag is a thing: notice how it's twilight on 1610 but midday on 50101 and 928, and the middle of the night on 65?

orb web: the geometric shape of the society portal most resembles one.

in the comics, the vulture yeets gwen into a garbage barge. fond memories.

garbage strikes in the uk in the mid to late 70s are arguably the spark that started punk culture in the country.

if you look closely in hobie's intro, fisk is the prime minister, not osborn, who's the fascist president of his comics counterpart's world.

venom, in hobie's world, is a riot armor worn by specialized police sent in to break up demonstrations.

it's real telling that gwen finds a fascist dictatorship safer than her own home. i figure that hobie would find that significant too.

in the 616 comics, gwen goes to london after her father dies to get away from her grief, before returning because she misses her friends and peter. in the amazing spider-man movies, she nearly goes to oxford, but stays in part bc of her relationship with peter. if she'd stayed in/gone to london, she'd have lived. very significant that the spider-man who gives gwen her freedom happens to be from there.

at this point gwen thinks she's going to die by glitching out. she has no portal watch and no reason to think she'll get another. (she's not thinking clearly enough to consider hobie might loan her his, and even if it did cross her mind, she wouldn't accept it.)

in the script for the first issue of gwen's comics, it's discussed that they want her world to have the vibe of 'it's not a watchmen-style police state yet, but it could be in a few years, and that's part of gwen's motivation for wearing the mask' --- and throughout the latour run, gwen's world's cops, courts and government are deeply corrupt, and gwen constantly opposes them. one would think that 138 would be of particular interest to gwen as a potential outcome for her world.

howard the duck is president in earth-65. yes, it's a trump analog.

alliteration is fun, so all the places gwen looks for hobie start with the letter c:

cellar: mattea murdock is 138's daredevil. since she's blind, she gets to live in a basement. and it's a basement, so the acoustics are probably great, so the band probably practices there.

the coleherne: in the 70s, it was a leather bar. rick is the romantic partner of karl/138-captain-america. it's not mentioned in the fic explicitly, but i think of hobie as queer. him hanging out in a leather bar was a nod to that, though hobie seems like he'd have no issue chilling in a gay bar (or beating up bigots) regardless. also, a reference to hanging around, which was on loop while writing this chapter.

canal: concept art has hobie living in a boat. if he lives in a boat, he needs somewhere to park it, preferably close to his home neighborhood. and what do you know, there are canals near camden.

catacombs: the camden catacombs. figured they'd be a good place to hide a fugitive.

community center: in the comics, hobie operates out of one in brooklyn. i figure it's where movie hobie might have spent some of his nights, and would be a backup place to live.

gwen lands just after sundown to give her time to websling all the way from peckham to camden looking in all these places.

movie-138's art style is a beautiful collage, reminiscent of zines.

gwen's dragging her hands on it because in a few days she'll be molecules. those handprints might be the last trace of her.

the spider-slayers are hobie's band. supposedly, he named them that without their permission.

comics-gwen's gone to rock shows and jumped into the pit when she was depressed. small homage to that here.

hobie's theme song is real. supposedly he's the one who wrote it, and he sings it to himself bc he's a dork.

mindy is 616 hobie brown's wife. here, she's a former flame.

mattea murdock in the comics is from philly. i went with peckham because alliteration.

there's no way gwen wouldn't have started looking at every girl who has a first name starting with 'm' with even the vaguest romantic connection to a spider-man who's into her, without thinking 'you don't happen to have a middle name starting with j, do you?'

even though gwen doesn't want to compete for a guy (especially not miles, who she doesn't even want to be with), she's still anxious about being replaced.

616 gwen dies in 1973. since hobie's world is in the late 70s (according to his mugshot), i figured it would work to keep the year of gwen's death the same. thus, she died in 1973. and since hobie was spider-punk for three years as of '78, he hadn't been bitten yet when she was killed.

and if hobie encountered her in 1970-73, he'd have been 10-13. no way would a preteen be confident enough to talk to a musician who'd be in her late teens at the youngest.

(138 gwen and hobie have the same age difference as 65 gwen and hobie; with her being 6-7 years his senior. huh)

her importance to him isn't romantic. it's parasocial. she's an idol of his who gave him the punk values he now lives by.

hobie brown adores gwen stacy's music and considers her a massively influential punk. given he's so counterculture, i doubt his idol would be selling out stadiums or playing to large crowds.

since punk was arguably born in the uk in the mid-70s garbage strikes, that puts the birth of the subculture at the exact same time hobie, the Punk, was bitten by his spider. interesting parallel.

punk is anger given purpose. lots of people who come to the subculture come angry, seeking a way to channel it. i figure hobie, being a homeless boy without a family, would probably have done that.

what's most vital about the gwen problem isn't not having a gwen to compare her to-- it's being able to get over that comparison (or, in spider-man terms: getting back up after you fall). miles and pav were untested and naive. peter, jess and miguel wouldn't let go of their respective gwens. hobie adapted and changed his behavior-- that's what makes him stand out to her.

meeting hobie

i figure being tipsy in 138 probably makes the world look like a perspiring glass ring on paper. and being tipsy in 65 would color things booze-yellow. combined here.

small bands tend to hang out with their crowds after concerts, especially in the punk scene.

wendy darling is the protagonist of the novel/film/story, peter pan.

soho: at this point would have been full of crime, particularly sex work. i think hobie would've hung around there in his modeling days.

soho, the spitalfields, hackney and hampstead: all neighborhoods in north london, which is hobie's stomping ground.

specifically, he's from camden, which is where punk refined as a sound. camden is to hobie like brooklyn is to miles and queens is to peter.

and hobie's world looooves him. they love him enough to make him the face of their revolution and won't stop loving him after his identity's revealed. to gwen, whose world hates her, that'd probably be a bit painful.

hobie's stopping gwen from drinking any further.

according to lace code, the color blue means you've killed a police officer. hobie having blue laces + being defensive when miles asks about his captain's death = he killed his captain.

if the other elements of that event are at play children in danger, a fight between the spider and an enemy, falling debris), then i can't imagine hobie killing a cop who's trying to save kids. therefore, the cop was probably the one putting the kids in danger, and hobie killed him to protect them. maybe he dropped debris on his head, maybe the debris fell on its own, and hobie took a brick and made sure the cop wouldn't get up.

hobie brown is a killer in the comics too. dude's the top enforcer of the Murder Is Okay faction of the spider-squad.

karl morningdew is comics-hobie's best friend

hobie's mask is the face of a revolution. that revolution probably puts a lot of pressure on him to always wear that face.

basically, hobie was already on the trail of his brother when he ran into him while being arrested. the records just confirmed it in a comics-like coincidence.

616 hobie's family situation: father was drafted and killed when he was a baby, mom became an alcoholic, his eight older siblings raised each other. adapted that here.

all hobie's siblings except for abe aren't named in canon. i'm gonna explain it as 'hobie was split from them so young he genuinely doesn't remember anyone but abe, because abe was his favorite.'

in this fic, i'm adding the element of: the state intervened and took the kids from their mother, split them up and sent them various places. hobie eventually ran away and ended up on the streets, probably around age 11-13.

hobie was born around 1960, putting his parents at the right age to be windrushers.

abe in 616 is a z-list martial artist antihero. since hobie's adapted from a 616 antivillain to a 138 antihero, i'm applying the same shift to abe. now he's an antivillain. and since villains in hobie's world are connected to the fascist government, and abe would've been a poor kid in the system, him becoming a cop felt the most organic way to make him a hand of the state while preserving the martial angle.

also a great way to give hobie conflict. you hate cops? oh shit, now your brother, the only family you've managed to find, is one. good luck with that!

hobie's a deep believer in his revolution's cause. he's also a teenage boy with no family, who wants people to care about him. very easy for that need to be exploited by adults in his cell.

it also gives him commonality with gwen, and her something she can coach him through. i want their relationship to be reciprocal, not just him mentoring her.

fandom salt: hobie's lectures are always right and his heart's in the right place. but gwen stacy does not need a man telling her why patriarchy is bad. she gets it better than he ever will.

fandom salt: everyone focuses so much on spider-punk that they’re neglecting hobie brown. inverse of the pav problem. yes, he’s a brave anarchist hero. he’s also a teenage boy who is capable of vulnerability, fear, anxiety, insecurity, arrogance and loneliness.

hobie notices gwen's watch is gone when he touches her wrist. at this point he knows she’s out of the society.

i figure hobie probably gets the notifications from the society, but just ignores them unless gwen or pav are explicitly mentioned. so he knew shit was going down and just left them on read.

the houseboat

according to concept art, hobie lives on a houseboat. i went with a canal boat, bc it's the most maneuverable.

hobie's leaving the watch at the door because he doesn't want to be overheard.

those engineering textbooks are going to be used to make the watch later. 616 hobie's also a tech genius.

if gwen is wendy darling, and neverland is the spider-society, and miguel/peter/miles are peter pan, then hobie is captain hook, the outlaw who lives on a boat, is neverland's biggest threat and whose antagonist is represented with a clock/watch face.

hobie's various sleeping spaces include the community center cot (from the comics), a bedsit, the spider-van (comics), a tent, various squats (comics). gwen's been around for the cot and the bedsit. and yes, comics-hobie named it the spider-van.

since hobie's transient, him staying in one place for a while is notable. makes more sense when you consider that if he knows someone's going to be sleeping over at his often, he should probably have a stable address for her to be able to find.

(he's also a teenage boy. if a teenage boy knows a girl he likes is going to be spending a lot of time at his, he's going to want a space to be alone with her)

and truly. comics-hobie, do not sleep surrounded by tons of people if you're the fascist government's most wanted. dumb idea.

gwen has trouble asking for help, because she's a spider, and because she's a gwen who doesn't want to be considered helpless.

i love a good heroes-patch-each-other-up scene. ideal for gwen to be mentally undressing and unloading her troubles, as it happens physically.

anyway hobie's been Avoiding The Breakup Drama for the past few months. dude does not want to be involved.

(but he’s on gwen’s side. putting aside the personal bias— he simply knows her better than miles— that shit was entrapment, and she was the one who recognized that. she’s also the one who was going to be harmed more by it.)

and he and miles have a great dynamic... but let's be real, no 15 year old boy who had his heart stomped on by his crush is gonna hang out with the guy he thinks his crush left him for, no matter how good an influence the guy is. hobie doesn't want to take sides, but miles picks them for him.

hobie being so hands-off with gwen is a side effect of his watch part heist. gotta be subtle to stick around long enough to pull it off. consequence being: he can't step in when miguel's being abusive, or directly tell gwen she needs to get out. consequence being: she's getting hurt and doesn't think he can help her, and he feels guilty.

he is also assuming at this point that their hookup situation is coming to an end, and that gwen arrived to tell him that.

ok, mask off: hobie and gwen's vibe is n o t p l a t o n i c. those two were fucking. girls don't leave a toothbrush and multiple articles of clothing at a guy's place unless they're sleeping with him, or intend to sleep with him. she's literally wearing his shoes, and he didn't give them to her, and she's flustered when he points them out, which means that gwen was at hobie's, in a state of undress, throwing clothes on fast, and his clothes were tangled up with hers. your honor, they were exploring each others bodies.

they have similar interests, worldviews and politics. they've fought together for dozens of missions and hung out in their civvies. they're lonely and they care deeply. and they have no adults around. obviously something happened.

one of the big questions surrounding spider-gwen is whether she'll ever be able to fall in love with spider-man without dying or sacrificing her autonomy for him, or if she'll have to essentially be a nun in order to keep her narrative.

the movie at least acknowledges that she should be allowed to love spider-man and live, so points there.

look if the spider-society's invested in gwen being spiderman's gf, they're gonna have Opinions about spider-gwen's romantic life. they're gonna insist she can only date a few preapproved respectable guys. and inevitably, she's going to be expected to have sex with them.

fandom salt: guys. why the fuck would the anarchist who resents canon and power structures be all 'oh no gwen, i must refuse your advances, your sexuality belongs to some guy i barely know.' if she asked him to fuck her, he'd say yes.

to a girl for whom being a girlfriend will always mean death or disempowerment, a boy who actively refuses labels and keeps his relationships unhierarchal would be very attractive.

anyway in this fic, gwen and hobie started hooking up, and agreed not to label their relationship, or call attention to it. equal parts disdain for the trappings of a relationship and sidestepping what canon dictates will happen to it. and they're past the point of casual, but can't admit it.

dude's cool with gwen having other partners, and would have been fine and not at all jealous if she wanted to end the relationship and go back to being friends. but man does he not want to end it.

(more conflict: hobie’s ideology clashing with his feelings. uh oh, you caught them anyway. now what?)

so after he clears the air on that, time to talk about the watch.

hobie's looking at the amps because he's thinking about assembling that watch so gwen can get away from miguel.

he thinks at this point that gwen was kicked out of the society. she has to correct him.

how does hobie know about miles's venom blasts? how does he do THAT with his guitar? well, they're both prowlers in alternate timelines. maybe electric hands are a prowler power.

(interesting that spiderverse gwen has a type: artistic, kind, heroic black boys with a dark side who are at risk of becoming the prowler.)

star wars would've just come out in hobie's timeline. that boy probably saw it a ton.

hobie doesn't trust miguel alone with gwen for a lot of reasons. he comes from a world where the worst abuses of power are commonplace, as an ex-model he knows what happens when teenagers are isolated from their peers, made to work like adults and surrounded by grown-ups who are attracted to them, and miguel has a certain vibe with her (being that gwen has been both his love interest and daughter in different timelines, which he would be aware of) that hobie wants to keep an eye on.

aka when gwen turns up unexpectedly after being totally missing for a week with claw marks on her face and waist, bruises on her hip, ripped thighs and defensive wounds on her hands, and she’s mysteriously out of the society after a late night conflict with miguel that she's antsy about discussing, hobie’s first assumption is that gwen was sexually assaulted but managed to escape. and, given that she's been withdrawn, evasive and skittish about intimacy for months after the miles rejection, that it might have been happening even before tonight. he’s put it together by now that this didn’t happen, but that was his first thought.

65a gwen directly killing her peter is one of the most important beats of her character. i'm very salty that 65b gwen was denied the ability to do that. its why 65a gwen's so compassionate towards her villains, and pulls so many of her punches. 65b gwen never learned those lessons.

65b gwen is taking on more of her comics counterpart's characterization as the fic progresses. she's getting clumsier, more foul-mouthed, more compassionate.

houseboat ii

hobie is the prowler on 616.

and punk's the only spider-hobie. that's the one chance he gets to be something other than a villain. i figure the society would hold that over him.

and that hobie wouldn't blink at all the alternates. he's too affirmed in his own identity.

65-hobie is a preteen in a street gang who tags construction sites to protest gentrification. he actually teaches gwen about that and has a mini-arc in the latour run where he gains respect for her. good kid.

now that miles is so popular, all the new prowlers are variations on aaron davis. so in a sense, because of miles, prowler hobie brown was left behind.

but as of the spiderverse comics events and movie, the definitive hobie is spider-punk, and he couldn't have existed in the first place if miles morales hadn't been such a success and proved that other spider-men (black spider-men) could be accepted. so in a way, miles is also the reason hobie gets to be the hero of his own story.

hobie being a mentor to miles is a great concept. especially if they bond over being prowler-alternates.

gwen's a standin for white girls, miles for brown boys: consider how the society responds to them: it lures her in and promises her a seat at the table, while stripping her autonomy and walling her up inside it (... and as a queer girl, tells her to repress her feelings and stick to the heteronormative). it stonewalls miles and freezes him out unless he follows a white guy's playbook.

hobie's fallible. when he first joined and heard his favorite musician gwen stacy was in the lobby, his nonconformist ass decided to stick around... and after their interaction re: the gwen death canon, he kept sticking around, since the entire reason he's in the society is to be close to her. yes, it was to help her escape, but he still gave the society a lot of time and labor in the interim. it worked.

that's one of the advantages of having gwen in the society. she's a lure to spiders on the fence about joining or who doubt about the mission.

'what does it matter what we want if everyone else already decided what we get to be' -- big theme here. does it matter if gwen and hobie's relationship isn't based on traditional patriarchal ideas about relationships, if everyone else assumes she's His Girlfriend? and how can gwen redefine her narrative if no one will let her?

more first aid

again, i like that the trans coding made gwen's ballet subversive again. now she's raiding the ultimate form of femininity for the tools to make herself a girl, instead of being femmed up to appeal to a male love interest.

hobie's modeling stint is intriguing. guy's canonically extremely physically attractive, aware of it, and was at least at one point willing to use it to get ahead.

and he's adept at using aesthetics to communicate his message (re his politics) and throw suspicion off himself (everyone in the society writes him off as all bark, no bite, in no small part because of the way he dresses himself). i figure he probably learned about that from his time in the fashion industry.

616 manny lopez is a little boy hobie brown mentored, who was killed in a gang conflict. adapted here as a younger boy hobie felt protective of, who died while hobie was in his use-powers-irresponsibly phase, probably his time as a model. manny's his uncle ben, so to speak. idk if manny's a kid from the neighborhood who was killed or if a fellow model who fell prey to the skeevier parts of the industry. regardless, he ends up dead because hobie went partying when he should've been looking after him, hobie took this loss hard, and it motivated him to quit and start using his powers to protect his community.

hobie's tendency to put his foot in his mouth is a fun character flaw. dude, you're right, but read the room.

especially when it comes to the canon. he might hate it, but it gives him everything he wants. his resentment of it is not the same as gwen's.

which is why his disillusionment has to be triggered by her: it's an expansion of his worldview, to understand that just because he gets what he wants from it doesn't mean it's good.

hobie and gwen are both doomed by the narrative to die young. one would think they'd bond over that.

hobie's guilty about not wanting to die young. dude's an idealist, who doesn't want to die for the cause. of course it'll eat at him. it IS selfish. but just because it's selfish doesn't mean it's bad.

hobie's a revolutionary. he's also a person, a teenage boy. he's going to want to have things that don't revolve around the cause. things like a personal life, with friends and a romantic partner.

the 'no future' song (god save the queen, by the sex pistols) and ideology would resonate a lot with a girl who literally doesn't have one.

it's weird as hell that in itsv gwen is in 1610 for a week and doesn't glitch for most of that time, when peter is there for like a day and he's already fuzzy.

this is the depression stage of grief. gwen thinks she's going to die, and is evaluating things in those terms: wanting miles and hobie to make up, wanting margo to replace her so at least the group won't have a girl-shaped hole in it, wanting to drink and dance and leave her mark on a world she thinks she won't see again. and seeing someone who means a lot to her, one last time.

she's come to the one person who won't judge her for her mess, and who she knows is capable of avenging her.

and no, it's not enough of a change for her to choose the spider-man who avenges her. but she's cornered, and she's taking what she can.

most of all, gwen's here for comfort. it's why she lets him patch her up even though her healing factor's got it and she'll be dead in days as far as she knows.

the subtext intended here is that gwen and hobie are definitely not casual about their intimate relationship anymore, and their feelings are running deep, but haven't quite tipped over into full-on love yet. they especially haven't admitted it to themselves or each other.

hobie absolutely is thinking 'i can save you' but he gets that it isn't what she wants to hear.

he's fully dressed because he's not going to fall asleep-- he's heading right into his allnighter to get the watch done.

the watch

the burst of light is hobie testing the watch. it works.

gwen slept to the afternoon; girl had a busy day yesterday.

gwen's dressing herself in things that remind her of people she loves: shoes that both belong to hobie and remind her of 65a gwen, a shirt that belonged to gayatri, a cuff that was pavitr's, a sweater she probably got from hobie, and her hair's still in the cut miles caused.

hobie making the watch for her birthday WAS a happy accident. that's how my timeline ended up by mistake. it works!

very telling that in the movie, hobie only makes two watches. one for him, one for gwen.

one of the best things about movie hobie is how methodical and cunning he is. dude pretends to be spontaneous, but everything he says and does is carefully thought out.

the watch construction is all the more impressive when you consider that hobie has to work with tech from 100+ years in the future.

in the movie, hobie was only at the society to keep gwen safe. as soon as 1) he had what he needed to make the watches, and 2) she left-- he'd have quit. which is what happens.

the appeal of hobie isn't that he's a hot bad boy. it's that he gives a shit about gwen's problems and wants to help her solve them, but not at the cost of her being able to make her own choices. it drives me insane how good he is at walking that tightrope.

he's the one that gets how to solve the gwen problem: help her, yes, but only when she can't help herself. and only then, with the goal of getting her to a place where she can help herself.

gwen's hugging him to stop herself from kissing him.

even though hobie won't make her subservient to him in his narrative, nobody else will see it that way if she stays. to them, she's just slumming it with a subpar spider-man. which is why she can't kiss him right now.

yes, gwen can fall in love with spider-man without dying or losing her autonomy... but she can only do that AFTER she obtains her independence and uses it to advance her own story.

gwen-138 died 'epically' by punk's standards. so she probably went down in a clash with the fascists... and since the cops are an arm of the fascists, and george stacy is a cop... one must assume if that's still the case and he hadn’t died yet, george either was complicit in or responsible for his daughter's death.

and if george was the captain... then hobie not only killed gwen's dad, but avenged her death, something basically none of the spiders end up doing.

i went with that hc because of how well it suited the fic. perfect way to discuss hobie's backstory, tie it back in to gwen 138 and gwen 65, and give gwen 65 the kick she needs to want to engage with gwenom.

the implications gwen's absorbing: a version of my dad killed a version of me so it could get that bad if i go home, my new friend who i'm attracted to killed a version of my dad, who i still love... and a spider-man actually avenged me.

look there's no way that a teenage girl who's told over and over that ~we sure can't get retribution for your murder because of Our Precious Morals~ wouldn't find a handsome boy who actually did avenge her extremely attractive.

in my mind this is the moment gwen decided she wanted to fuck him. she realized those hands got the job done, and wanted them on her. that's why she took down the barrier. it was always possible for things to go that way, but that was the moment she decided to make it definitive.

this fic is t-rated, so that's as far as i was willing to take it. but in my head, their relationship became sexual a short time afterwards. not that night, but within the next few days.

65b gwen wants to talk to 65a gwen. she's finally ready to do it.

the violence she's considering is a prison break, bc at this point she thinks gwenom is still incarcerated.

time for a classic comics gwen emotional speech!

reciprocity again: not only does gwen teach hobie that canon sucks, but that dying young isn't attractive and you should want to live long. and that not everybody in a corrupt system is terrible; most of the people in it are just as downtrodden, and could use empathy and help. things he can apply to his own world, personal life and narrative for the better. he can live long, make more friends, rebuild his family, and form a bigger coalition for his revolution, which means it'll be more successful.

the hand-catch is a reference to their first meeting in the comics. that panel of him clutching her hand lives in my head.

again, hobie gets it: don't fight gwen's battles for her, but offer your support and jump in if she asks for it.

my goal was make this chapter as romantic as possible without a kiss.

gwen lands in 65a.

end quote

from seanan mcguire's ghost-spider run. issue 4, again.

spoken by hobie to gwen during noir's funeral, which they facilitate together. one of the prime gwobie moments of the comics.

because no, she should not have to fight her battles alone. and she's currently on her way to find someone who can do it with her.

#arachnophobia fic

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Ive been playing COD since day 1. (yes im old) so it is painful to walk away now. i uninstalled the game today. no your kd wont go up..i sucked.

After what happened to Nick Mercs, i can't continue to support the game. Now that we all know ACTIVISION is part of an agenda that validates child mental and sexual abuse, how can i bring their product into my house?

If you believe children shouldnt be taught about or deal with social pressure over their biological gender, then you shouldnt play COD. not until they apologize at minimum to Nick Mercs and write a retraction. im not holding my breath. im just going back to PUB G. its just as much fun for me. i know its not nearly as polished as COD but i dont care. and yea i know COD isnt sweating the fact that i uninstalled, doesnt matter. im hoping theres another bud lite level boycott but i dont think so. the gamer demographic is probably 75% Gen-Zers and 10% Gen-Alpha's..i dont think they care. but their parents might.

if you disagree with this of course thats ok. but maybe you dont see whats happening to kids, you probably are a kid. if you are, COD just told you that your health and your life have less value than the feelings of a group of people (LGBTQCFP)

Think about it, all he did was voice his opinion ..but his opinion hurt their feelings. what was his opinion? glad you asked! "leave the little children alone, thats the issue" thats it...thats the opinion he shared and got canceled. If his tweet was a lie that could hurt people then sure punish him, if thats your thing. But he didnt lie, or push anti gay propaganda.. he referred to actual documented abuse happening everywhere. We live in a sick country.

There was a kerfuffle over the alleged plan of the LGBTQ community to include pedophiles in the group and add the letter P at the end of the LGBTQ acronym. That is false, it was a troll or a psyop meant to de-legitamize the lgbtq community. So they are on alert for people who try to correlate pedos and lgbtq. Thats why when someone like Nick Mercs says "leave the children alone" they lose their shit and immediately call it "debunked rhetoric, or anti-gay propaganda. The problem is very few think that lgbqt are child predators (at least i dont) but they are something just as bad or maybe worse.

first, todays gay community is coercing, applying social pressure and facilitating gender denying (its not gender affirming, but what a lovely distortion..nice try) care to children. they tell them they can choose to be a boy or girl, have a gender reveal party yayyy! even if the child can look down and see their genitals. Mommy why am i having a party? i can see my wee wee, im a boy...right?" His mom, horrified that everthing is falling apart answers "Now Now dear, dont jump to conclusions, all the invitations have been sent, you have until the weekend to decide if you want to keep your disgusting penis...and heaven forbid, live your entire life as a straight white man. And honey? when you refer to you your penis, say my "filthy meat"...dont say wee wee, that implies you take pride in it. ugh, that kind of toxic masculinity reminds me of Donald Trump. you dont want to be ANYTHING like him ok sweetie? Hes super rich, has a gorgeous wife, beautiful family and he's a former US president.. ugh! he's bad, orange man bad!"

"um mom? he sounds awesome" mom replies "youre not my son!!! Topple the patriarchy!!"

"mom, are you ok?

telling a kid with a penis hes not a boy, hes neither gender or both...is confusing and downright insane. and if the child chooses to be the opposite sex theyre immediately put on the path to denying their gender and they made their psycho left wing parents very happy. how often do the "gender affirmimg pediatricians" recommend therapy before the child is treated? id love to know, if its not 100% of the time then we have an issue. which reminds me, if we catch a doc who mutilates children without requiring a year of therapy as the first stage of treatment, they should bury him under the jail.

Second they are pushing sexually explicit and adult themed materials in grade schools all over the country to children who might not be fully potty trained yet. yea its sick

if youre part of the lgbtq community and youre angry about my "hateful rhetoric" then youre part of the problem. if you think its wrong to pressure children into changing their gender and/ or showing them how to suck dick in 1st or 2nd grade, then speak out against the people in your community that do. POLICE yourselves. If i met ONE person from that community who opposed some of the things going on, i'd have hope that we could come to an agreement and peacefully cohabitate. but as long as lgbqt takes the position that they do no wrong, do no harm, make no mistakes..ever...(and if you suggest anything negative about them, theyll have you canceled, punch you in the face or scream like a lunatic.) then ill be on the right calling them pedos. lastly, im in my 40's and i was never interested in politics in my life...not until i met a woke leftist.

my god, this is an epic rant. sorry about that. thanks for skimming.

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Taking advantage of your post about being able to send questions about your fics, I've always wanted to know if you have books that inspire you to write OHDH.

You know it's a statement for me to talk about how much I love what you do, but I think your narrative bias is impeccable! Not to mention the references you use in the story which are great.

Ahhh Maria, bless you and thank you so much for your kind words 🥺 And wow thank you for asking such a great question ❤️

I'll put this below the cut, because it got a bit long lol.

I've read a lot of books specifically as research for OHDH, in the sense of knowing my next chapter was going to be about X subject/place etc. but I didn't know anywhere near enough to be able to write about it well without researching first. I've mentioned a few of the books (fiction and non-fiction) I've used for this in my OHDH trivia post.

One of those books listed in that post, Everyone Knows You Go Home by Natalia Sylvester, was also a big inspiration for including Día de los Muertos in OHDH. The book is set in a Texas border town, follows a Mexican family and covers parental loss and grief (the main character's father-in-law is dead and his ghost visits her every Día de los Muertos to try and fix unresolved conflict with his son), cultural identity, and also the realities of crossing the US-Mexican border. So, it was a bit of a goldmine when I found that lol.

I also read a couple of books by Colombian authors: Like This Afternoon Forever by Jaime Manrique and Fruit of the Drunken Tree by Ingrid Rojas Contreras. They both follow Colombian characters living in Colombia during the 80s. I found these stories really useful in giving context that Narcos just doesn't give, because obviously Narcos isn't told from a Colombian POV. The first one mentioned also has two gay priests who fall in love, but their ending is a sad one (I understand why though, as the author is a gay man who lived through the HIV/AIDS crisis but their partner didn't, so I think this book was him processing his own grief).

In fact, most of the LGBTQ+ books I've read since starting OHDH had sad/bittersweet endings (including Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin, which gets referenced a couple of times in OHDH). I know that's not surprising in the slightest...but in a way, I think reading those books inspired me NOT to do that? There are enough tragic stories about gay/bi men (especially in the 80s/early 90s) already...and whilst they are absolutely valid and serve a purpose and are often based on the author's own experiences, I didn't want to add another.

There are a few books about/set in Madrid I've read for chapter 18 that have been really useful in providing historical context I wasn't aware of, but I don't want to give away spoilers lol, so I'll talk about that in my trivia post once the chapter is done and dusted!

I know you asked specifically about books, but film and TV inspire me a lot as well. Huge shout out to two gay films that have spookily similar premises but very different endings: God's Own Country and A Moment in the Reeds. They're both really atmospheric (God's Own Country is also aptly set on a farm, albeit in England rather than on a ranch in Texas lol) and the way they capture m/m intimacy made me YEARN.

As for TV...I know this is a bit random but Buffy the Vampire Slayer, purely for the way that show uses tropes. I know it's absolutely not the only show to do this, but I did a Buffy re-watch at some point during the pandemic (so probably not long after I started writing OHDH) and remember being impressed by the tools they used to tell stories, particularly dreams/foreshadowing/objects of significance (hello cross necklace, my beloved). I ended up including stuff along those lines in OHDH after I did that re-watch.

I also really wish I'd been able to watch The Last of Us before I started writing this fic lol...I don't think I've ever experienced such extreme writer envy as I did after episode 3 😂 It won't be part of OHDH, but after that episode I was daydreaming about looking in on Javier and Horacio when they're that age and then I made myself cry 😭

By the way, I do know this is all going waaaaay beyond what anyone needs to do to write a fic lol. But in my defence, it serves me right for writing about places/people/events I didn't know much about beforehand lol. And I also love learning new things! And this has been the perfect opportunity to learn but in a more fun way than my school days ever allowed. I've also read a lot more books than I had done in years, so who said pushing your favourite fictional men together like dolls and making kissing noises had to be a shallow hobby? 😂

Thank you once again for sending this, Maria! It's been fun to respond to 😘

#Ask #Asks #Replies #OHDH

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January 2023 Reading Wrap-Up

I'm trying something new this year, where I make little mini-reviews for the books I read and share them at the end of the month. There might be a few spoilers, but I'm not dissecting plots here, and it's all for good fun and games. Summaries will be up here, breakdowns by book will be under the drop.

Let me know if there's anything that caught your eye/that you enjoyed too/that made your TBR!

Here we go!

Total books read: 10

Total pages read: 3,103

Days read: 29/31

Average star rating: 3.93

Challenge Prompts Filled: 5 total. Popsugar: 2/40. Romanceopoly: 2/36. CRAD: 1/12.

How to Keep House While Drowning by K.C. Davis ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I don’t want to be the person who’s all “this self-help book changed my life,” but … this self-help book changed my life. For the first time since I moved out, I wouldn’t be mortified if someone dropped by unannounced, and it feels like keeping my house functional is actually something I can achieve. This book helped me break down tasks and changed the rhetoric I use for household upkeep to break the shame cycles that people have around disorganization. It wasn’t really the plan to make this the first book I read, but I knocked it out in like three hours on New Year’s Day, and it’s left me convinced that this is the year I might finally be able to make my space something that works for me. Biggest takeaway: My space should work for me, I should not work for my space.

Built to Last by Erin Hahn ⭐⭐⭐(¾) This was cute! I picked it up from the new additions shelf at my local library because the cover was cute (sue me, I judge books by their covers, blame the Legally Blonde Musical, but I digress). It’s second-chance friends to lovers, but I loved learning how Shelby and Cameron find their ways back to each other. The only reason I didn’t rate it higher is because I don’t think I’d read it again. It was fun, I liked it a lot, but it’s not something that’s going to stick with me forever and ever, y’know?

Challenge Prompt: Romanceopoly Amour Avenue (read a contemporary romance with an illustrated cover)

Playing the Palace by Paul Rudnick ⭐⭐⭐(¼) I found this at my favorite Salvation Army store while I was Christmas shopping last month (and no, the irony of finding a gay romance novel at SA is not lost on me) and left it at a Little Free Library after I finished reading. The writing was good, the story checked out, but it didn’t hook me quite as well as some of the other books I’ve read in a similar vein. Prince Edgar was delightful, the Queen was by FAR my favorite part of the book, but Carter grated on my nerves in a few places. Overall, glad to have knocked it off my TBR, and I hope that whoever picks it up next loves it more than I did.

The Wedding Crasher by Mia Sosa ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ I’m so glad that I finally got through to reading this book! Given that I pre-ordered for release day last year, it’s been a hot minute, but here we are. I read and adored the prequel (The Worst Best Man) and was excited to hear there’d be another book in the series, but I kept putting it off because I was afraid it wouldn’t live up to the hype I’d created for myself. I was wrong; it absolutely did. This was laugh-out-loud funny in places, and sure made a few night shifts go by faster. I read close to half of it in the first sitting, right after I finished PtP, and surprised both my trainee and my GM by the fact that I can actually read overnight without falling asleep, especially for hours at a time. I dunno, it’s hard to fall asleep when the books are this riveting.

Challenge Prompt: Chantel Reads All Day January (a book with ‘a’ or ‘the’ in the title)

Straightforward by Martin Parnell ⭐⭐(¾) Honestly I’m still not sure if I liked this one or not, so I know I didn’t like it well enough to be any more than three stars. I got the eBook for free, because I was intrigued by the overarching question: Can a straight country cowboy and an effervescent gay man be friends? The first third-ish dragged on, then I read the last 2/3 in a single sitting, finishing at 5 a.m. curled up in bed because all of a sudden I was dying to know how it ended. I … didn’t love the ending, at least at first (unrequited love isn’t usually my thing, but the ending wasn’t inherently unhappy), but I keep thinking about if I liked it or not, so maybe I do? I don’t know. It wasn’t what I expected, and the writing style wasn't remarkable. It felt like the story might have been building toward a plot twist that never came, but the ending did feel tied down and well rounded. I loved that Cowboy Ty’s first sentence was “Goddammit! Shit piss motherfucker hell goddammit!” if only because that feels so relatable for many days in my own life.

Ship Wrecked by Olivia Dade ⭐⭐(½) I didn’t enjoy this. You might, but it wasn’t for me. I wanted to like it, but I didn’t. The writing style is fine, the story was … alright, I suppose, but I didn’t like the characters. Again, to each their own, but I was irritated with both MC’s by the middle of the story, and almost DNF’d 60 pages from the end.

The Line Becomes a River by Francisco Cantu ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½) I wanted a break from contemp romance after the last two books, so I turned to the nonfic section on my shelf, and I’ve been meaning to read this for literally over a year. It was one of the books I put in my “$5 for anything that fits in this bag” library sale bag in fall of 2021, and sounded like an interesting take on immigration policies. This book made me cry, openly, at work, in front of my trainee, at 5 a.m.. It’s that good, that moving. There were definitely some parts that changed my perspective on policy issues, and I’m wholeheartedly recommending it to anyone looking for firsthand accounts of the government side of border policies. Even if it’s a little outdated, it definitely gave me some things to think about.

Josh and Hazel’s Guide to Not Dating by Christina Lauren ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 23 ½ hour read time. I was hooked by the first page, and spent most of the first sitting trying to decide if I should keep reading to find out what happens next or slow down so I could savor it all. Ended up reading over half of it the first time, and finishing it on my shift the next night. This was the first I’ve read by Christina Lauren, but if it’s all this good, I’ll definitely be back for more. Hands down the funniest book I’ve read all year. Toward the end, we brushed up a little bit against one of the tropes I generally don’t much care for, but CL handled it beautifully and it ended up making a beautiful, heartfelt wrap-up. This year, the goal is to unshelf books I own if I don’t see myself reading them a second time, but I’d made up my mind on keeping this one before I finished the prologue. There’s no WAY I won’t be rereading!

Challenge Prompt: Popsugar – A book that you think your best friend would like

The Boardwalk Bookshop by Susan Mallery ⭐⭐⭐⭐(½) Honestly, I’m not even sure why I picked this one up when I did. I ordered it from BookDepository AGES ago (the UK cover is prettier than the US one, and I’ll die on this hill), but then it got put on my shelf and left to ferment. But like a fine wine (a theme in the book), it was fantastic when I finally cracked it open. I wasn’t sure how I’d like a story balancing three romances across one plot, but everyone’s story was riveting in its own way and they fit together so well! 40 pages from the end, I said out loud “there’s no way they’ll be able to resolve everything,” but I was so wrong. Three for three on the HAE, which is exactly how I take my romance novels, with a hearty dose of friendship and family dynamics along the way. Susan Mallery has long been one of my favorite authors, and this was a friendly reminder of exactly why.

No Mercy (A Valerie Law FBI Suspense Thriller - Book One) by Blake Pierce ⭐⭐⭐ Thrillers aren’t usually so much my thing, but I like reading outside of my usual taste, and I was looking for something short to round out the month. This is under 200 pages, and the FBI element sparked my fancy, since I am a huge fan of crime dramas. It was … alright? Not painful to read, by any means, but it fell a little flat for me in places. Maybe the rest of the series will pick up, but I don’t think I’m curious enough to find out. That said, there are worse things I could have spent three days reading.

Challenge Prompts: Popsugar – The shorted book (by pages) on your TBR); Romanceopoly Slueth Street (read a thriller or mystery where one of the main characters are a detective or private investigator)

DNF: Our First Puck by Kat Obie

#katie reads #kr23 #january wrap up #books #bookblr

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eliasbookshelf · 1 year

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Elias' Bookshelf Thoughts No. 12: Tricks for a Heart

So I managed to finish a book before the year ends, and it's a good one.

I'm no stranger o queer romance; I've read enough to know what to expect. But this one, from an internet friend of mine, Izzat Zainal, takes that usual queer romance love story we see a lot in YA and put it in general fiction, or adult fiction, or just non-YA fiction. I'm not really sure how to put it.

Anyway.

MC is one Adam Iman, a plus-sized queer guy living in my/our conservative country. After a school reunion, a fellow high school friend (the jock we know as Luqman a.k.a. Minho) starts to flirt with him in a non-straight way. He finds this weird, since they've known each other in high school, and he gives off no gay vibes. Hence Adam felt this must be a prank of some sorts. Well, think again, my good man. Think again.

**SPOILERS**

I want to use the word 'fresh', but it does feel like a typical queer romance story. Boy likes boy, one boy wasn't sure but goes with it anyway, they fall in love but won't say it, then something bad happens, they break up and separate for a while, and eventually end up together in one big dramatic and romantic end sequence. What's not typical is the characters, the setting, and the vulnerability presented by the characters.

Adam is plus-sized, and think he's underserving of proper romantic love, especially after what his ex did to him. Personally, this is extremely relatable (for I am plus-size myself and feels unloved or unable to be romantically loved. the only difference is that I feel Adam would have put himself out there, whereas I didn't. anyway). This is something I don't see in the usual queer romance books set in the western world, especially when it falls under young adult. it's never about the plus size kid, its always about the charming ones, the slim fit ones, the ones who is cute but he doesn't know it. Adam is, indeed, a character I've been longing to read about, one who I can actually say "yes I am he" and I'm so happy to be able to have that, as well for others who feel the way I do.

As for Luqman, well, he's hot. He has hair, body, face, abs. The jock we all know, love, idolise, and ride all night long (with consent) given the chance. He's secretly gay, but you won't know it cos he appears super straight. sigh i know a Luqman once.

Anyway.

So when Luq starts to slowly get into Adam's life after a high school reunion, Adam is thinking, okay, this must be a prank or a trick (i personally don't really hear locals use the word 'trick' a lot, so the overuse of that word feels like a turnoff for me). Phone calls, a meetup, and a dinner later, we get a steamy, sexy scene in chapter 11 (got me hard hm; they get hot and steamy in another two later chapters as well. i enjoyed all three scenes).

Slowly but surely, they found themselves in a situationship they're both super comfortable in, but Adam's insecurities ruined his own happy moments (something Luq pointed out to him later. also, i am he). He also kinda obviously is in deep romance with Luq but I think his past scarred him and built up walls too high for him to say 'love'. Yet clearly, he's in love, and Luqman is too.

Some parts were predictable, like how Luq eventually found out about the video (if only Adam know of Saiful's jealousy earlier on, I bet he wouldn't have said anything. Then again, sometimes it's better to keep some things private). So as soon as he found out, the storm is back between them, and it took more than a year for them to reconcile.

There's also so many moments which pointed out how sincere Luq was when it comes to his romance with Adam, but I guess that insecurity just blinded Adam so badly, I felt sorry for Luq to be putting al, that effort but to get nothing back. At some point, Adam was the problem in his own fairy tale, and I don't know if he understood that by the end of the book.

Oh, the big proposal, the big finish. It's clever, and twisty!!! I didn't expect that to happen the way it did (I saw it coming because it's like the last 50 pages or so, and something HAS to happen because WE WANT IT TO HAPPEN). Eventually, I ended in a pool of emotions when the story ended with a kiss.

The setting is another important reason why I like this. In our country, at least for me who's not exactly out yet, it's difficult to have a proper relationship with the same gender. You can't do many things, you can't be holding hands in public, and so many more. So to have a queer love story set in a country where love stories like these are on the down low, it's nice. It's very nice. In terms of vulnerability of the characters, they feel human. Even the jock can get scared and isn't afraid to be, at least, in private. He definitely wears his heart on is sleeve, and honestly, that's is the sexiest thing a man can do.

I'd have to say this is a vast improvement from Inside Out, which I have read as well. While that one felt Twilight-inspired, this one felt like it was Heartstopper-inspired, if you read between the lines.

Stars: 4.5 Recommended: Yes

p/s if you're on twitter, follow him @ijjaaat

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years

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126 of 2022

A: Who do you like and Why?

My husband, of course, and that man I’m talking about. Just on a different level.

B: Have you ever been in love? If yes, how many times, and how do you know it was love?

To be honest, I still don’t know if I’ve ever been “in love”. Love has many forms and I’m definitely capable of having platonic feelings, but was there something deeper behind it? I don’t know. I have hard time estimating what is still platonic and what is already romantic, maybe it’s alterous? It’s utterly confusing to me.

C: Longest relationship you've ever been in, and why did it end?

My current one, four years and counting. Who said it ended? We’re doing great.

D: Have you ever changed for someone, if yes, how?

No, never. You either take me as a whole or don’t take me at all. I can only say I’ve become a better person while being with one of my ex boyfriends,

E: Pretend I'm you ex, what do you want to say to me?

I’ve never stopped loving you and I’m happy to have you in my life as a good friend.

F: Have you ever been cheated on?

Many times, by my first ex. He didn’t want to wait for me and I really didn’t want to have sex at that time.

G: Have you ever cheated?

No. I don’t see the point in having sex with people.

H: Would you date someone who's know for cheating, if yes why?

No, I don’t think so.

I: What's the most important part of a relationship?

Trust and mutual support.

J: Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings?

It’s either serious or nothing at all for me.

K: When you are dating someone do you believe in going on "breaks"?

No, it makes no sense to me.

L: How many people have you ever hooked up with?

None. I don’t like sex much enough to do it with random people.

M: What's one thing you regret saying or not saying, doing or not doing in a previous relationship?

Nothing. Literally nothing.

N: What age do you think is appropriate for kids to start having sex?

Whenever you feel mature enough, just no younger than 15. Actually, I don’t care much.

O: Do you believe in the phrase, "Age is just a number?" Why or why not?

I do, but only as long as none of the people involved is a minor.

P: What about "Love at first sight"? Why or why not?

No. I don’t understand how can you fall in love with someone you just met, it’s rather like falling in love with an idea of that person.

Q: Turn on's?

Beautiful eyes.

R: Turn off's?

Being dirty, in all possible meanings.

S: What do you consider a deal breaker?

Cheating.

T: How do you know it's time to end a relationship?

I don’t.

U: Are you currently in a relationship? If yes, for how long? If no, how long have you been single?

I’m married, but we’ve been together for 4 years.

V: Do you think people who have dated can stay friends?

Yes, it’s the thing with my 2nd ex. He’s a wonderful person and I wouldn’t want to lose him from my life, ever.

W: Do you think people should date their friends?

I don’t think anyone SHOULD do anything, I live in a free country that doesn’t force things on its citizens. Saying that anyone should do anything is just plain stupid. It just work best for me to develop things slow and starting from friendships.

X: How many relationships have you had?

Three.

Y: Do you think love can last forever?

Sure. There are many kinds of love.

Z: Do you believe love can conquer all things?

I haven’t been in such situation, I think, so I can’t tell.

1: Would you break up with someone your parents didn't approve of?

No. I’m a free person and no one can decide for me.

2: If you could go back in time and give yourself one piece of advice about dating what would it be?

The same thing I’ve been doing since always. Don’t date if you don’t feel like doing it.

3: Do you think long distance relationships can work? Why or why not?

It didn’t work for me and my 2nd ex because we wanted to be close, but it might work for others. After all, everyone is different.

4: What do you notice first about another person?

Eyes.

5: Do gay, lesbians, bisexuals or transgender people bother you?

Why would they? I’m gay myself and my first ex was a trans dude as well, so it just speaks for itself. Same for lesbians and bi people. The only thing that bothers me is saying that “all men are evil”, it’s not true, even men are different from one another.

#survey #themed survey #q&a survey

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teddy-stonehill · 3 years

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hey any gay movie recommendations for a bunch of idiot queer babies in need of gay shit to entertain us

Absolutely! I'll even break them down by streaming service so you can figure out which are available to you.

Netflix

Cloudburst (2011): Road trip romcom about a couple of older lesbians running away to Canada to get married and picking up a hot young hitchhiker on the way. Bittersweet ending but absolutely worth the ride. One of my all time favorite movies.

Dear Ex (2018): A Taiwanese movie about grief and family. After his father's death, a young boy gets to know his dead father's male lover and learns about what their relationship had been like. Incredibly moving. Please watch it.

Alice Junior (2019): A Brazillian movie about a trans girl moving to a new high school. Trigger warning for some intense scenes of transphobia, but overall it's a really fun and heartwarming coming of age film.

Hulu

Breaking Fast (2020): A Ramadan holiday romcom. Very fun and feel-good, and I really appreciate how it explores the different ways that gay people come to terms with the religions they were raised with.

Bound (1996): Extremely sexy and stylish lesbian mob thriller. One of the Wachowskis' early films. Just incredible on every level. This movie deserves to be way more well-known than it is.

Wild Nights with Emily (2018): Extremely fun and funny biopic about Emily Dickinson. It has a lot of laugh-out-loud moments but also makes a really moving point about how people's lives are erased and flattened through the retelling of history. I'm not sure a lot of people liked this movie as much as I did, so your mileage may very, but I really loved it.

Amazon Prime

The Donald Strachey Mysteries: This is actually a series of four movies that all follow various episodes in the life of Donald Strachey, a gay private eye. Based on a series of books which began being published in the late 70s. These movies have the feel of a fun low-budget made-for-tv mystery, so if you enjoy that kind of thing, you'll love these movies. In order they're: Third Man Out; Shock to the System; On the Other Hand, Death; Ice Blues

Uncle Frank (2020): A moving family drama set in the 70s about a gay man returning home for his father's funeral. Has a lot of dark moments, but a happy ending, and a really sweet gay couple at the center.

Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan (2020): Extremely fun gay Bollywood romcom about a man and his boyfriend going to his parents house for his cousin's wedding. I really can't recommend this one enough.

HBO Max

Unpregnant (2020): I've watched a lot of gay bro comedies and this one is by far my favorite. It's like Booksmart if Booksmart was good. It's about two teenage girls going on a cross-country road trip so that one of them can get an abortion. They get in a lot of zany hijinks along the way. Please watch it.

Desert Hearts (1985): Essentially a classic lesbian pulp novel but with a happy ending. One of the earliest mainstream movies to be both openly gay and have a happy (if a bit ambiguous) ending. Plus it's just a genuinely compelling story with some good characters.

Tubi TV

Keep in mind Tubi is 100% free even without a subscription and it has a huge LGBT section so it's a great resource for gay films! It's movies aren't really sorted in any sort of order, though, so it can be a bit daunting to try to find anything on there if you don't already have something in mind.

That said, here's some diamonds in the rough I've already dug out for you:

Ideal Home (2018): This movie stars Paul Rudd and Steve Coogan as a rich asshole gay couple who unexpectedly have to adopt a child. It's very sort of mean-spirited humor for a lot of it but also it's got a surprising amount of heart at it's center and... it's one of my main comfort movies at this point lmao.

An Almost Ordinary Summer (2019): A movie about two older Italian men getting married. Their families are opposed at first and most of the film is focused on winning them over. Also one of my main comfort movies lol

Big Eden (2000): A really sweet gay romcom about a New York artist going back to his hometown in Montana and finding love and community there.

If you're willing to pay for stuff

Unfortunately not all of my favorite movies are currently streaming anywhere, but if you're willing/able to pay to rent or buy good movies, I recommend these ones:

Nina's Heavenly Delights (2006): A delightful lesbian romcom about a woman who returns to her home in Scotland for her father's funeral and ends up trying to win a curry cooking contest to keep her family's restaurant alive. I watched this movie on my first virtual date with my now girlfriend, and she said it was her best first date ever, so... <3

Shelter (2007): Gay surfer film. Also a lot about family and self-acceptance and learning to find a healthy balance between taking care of yourself and being there for others. Great soundtrack. Beautiful cinematography. Once when I was having a hard time I watched this movie every night for like a week straight.

Four More Years (2010): An absolutely hilarious Swedish gay romcom about two politicians from opposing parties falling in love. Another one about older gays (which I always appreciate) and it's one of the most genuinely funny gay romcoms out there.

Okay, I'll put a stop to it there. But if you want to send me any follow-up recommendation requests with more specifics about what kind of movies you want to watch I'm always happy to try to give more personalized recommendations as well. Also feel free to let me know if you have any follow-up questions about any of the movies featured here.

#gay movies #gay cinema #long post

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A Place in the Country

Part 4

Content warning: science fiction-sex, gay shit

Part 3 will be published here next Sunday

I awoke on the rough unfinished planks of the cabin. The first thing I was aware of was that I reeked with every manner of filth known to man, and some, I was willing to guess, that was until now, not.

My body ached impossibly. I was left to assume that I was dead, I could not have imagined that I could live through what happened to me. Moreover, I rested in the child-like assumption that the mercy of God would not permit me to suffer more than I had already. That's enough, I thought. That's enough anyone could ask.

But eventually, I could fill the gloom in the shade-drawn room darken into night. Hours had passed. Bailey had left and not returned. Events were transpiring in the world and I did not know what they were. And worst of all, I admitted to myself that I still lived, that I could move, albeit with difficulty.

After some while I pulled myself onto my stomach. I could not sit, after what had happened. I did not even want to touch where I had been injured. I did not want to know what had been done to me. Eventually, after a while on my side I rose and made a search for my clothes, which I found, shredded to rags.

I thought momentarily of borrowing some workclothes of Bailey's, but found myself haunted by that spiteful voice. Without even the slightest emotion, I decided I would rather go naked than wear anything of his, no matter what people thought, no matter what they saw of my violated, and perhaps even transforming, flesh.

I would go back. I would fall into Tom's arms. He would comfort me. Maybe, finally, he might even tell me after this awful sacrifice made for him, that he loved me. That was all I wanted, and even if it was unreasonable for me to expect, it was enough to push my feet forward, one after another, as the unknowable repugnance oozed in great quantities down my legs.

Opening the door, grasping the unsteady wooden rail, I lowered myself carefully down the steps. It took several before I realized, however much pain I was in otherwise, my limp was gone. I looked down for the first time in my life, and saw in the pale reflected moonlight, two legs of equal length attached to my body.

Reaching the bottom, my bare feet pushing aside the rustling leaves, I made my way towards Fitzroy House. I fancied I could hear noises in town, though there was no way I could, it was some few miles distant.

And I felt a sensation almost like heat that betrayed the movement of shapes just past the horizon. Belatedly, I realized somehow, by intuition, one was Bailey. Some of the others, moving about, were his other victims. Or confederates. Or whatever they were now. We.

I felt a great sadness heave itself onto my shoulders then, halfway to the house. What would become of the world, and the good, decent people in it? Clearly they, and Bailey, as he was now, could not coexist, and one must drive the other out.

It seemed like I had been walking an hour the bare fifty or sixty yards to the big house. The back doors and servants' entrances were all locked, which made it damned inconvenient to get in, making my way in the state I found myself.

If I ran into Peterson, I couldn’t imagine what he would say. There was no even halfway reasonable explanation available I could give him, a man who had understood all the pertinent particulars of my character from the time I was coming over to see Tom at fifteen years old, when he was giving me the same look he would give an errant rat in the butler's pantry.

With no other options, I made my way to the front. Surreally, I walked up the steps of the house as if all was normal, noticing for the first time as I did all the lights were on, but there was no activity. Seeing no one, I opened the front door and entered the main hall, as august as I had ever entered it.

You can imagine my surprise when I saw sitting on the third stair from the bottom, wearing the hangdog expression of a pouty little boy, Tom.

"They're all gone, Win. They quit. The servants just left." I noticed then he was wearing a rather heavy bath robe. Its folds and creases betrayed a shape beneath that might not have been quite the same as the man I had left.

"Can you imagine?" he asked, not even acknowledging my abject state, there before him. "And in my condition, I can't even go to the newspaper office to place an employment advertisement for their replacements!"

"Perhaps," I answered, swaying with exhaustion of every kind imaginable, "they accept advertisements by telephone."

"You know," he looked up, suddenly enthusiastic, "I bet they do, at that."

Then finally, it was as if Tom registered the state of me, standing there as I was. "I say, did you fall down a well?"

Rather than bothering to answer his absurdity, I just sat down on the steps next to him, wanting nothing more than to be touched by him, or perhaps even held. "Did you find Bailey?"

"That's how I came to be this way."

"Oh. Did he--" He didn't want to finish the sentence.

"Yes he did. Very much so."

He looked at me, suddenly serious. "Oh, I can imagine. Don't look at me that way. I mean, literally, I can imagine it. I am starting to get certain urges myself. I mean, I've always had urges, you know that, but nothing like these. Just incredibly, wildly, cruel things. Things I wouldn't have ever thought a living thing even capable of. And I want to do them. To you."

None of that seemed particularly surprising. I thought it safe enough now, to rest my head on his shoulder. "Do you have any food, Tom?"

"Well the cellars and pantries are full enough to feed an army for months. No one took anything, if that's what you're asking. No one even bothered to take their last paychecks. Fled with the clothes on their backs, they did. I think it was Bailey that did it. I fancy he made quite an impression when he came through. In any case, we have food, but none of it is cooked, which means we need servants, which means I need to get to the telephone and place that ad."

"Tom, I can make us a sandwich, you know."

"Oh," he said, raising an eyebrow at me like it was the strangest thing anyone had said today. "Well then, make us sandwiches then, since you possess the expert knowledge, I will have two. I'm famished after all these days in bed. And then, I think I'll go hunting. I need time outside, in the fresh air. I'm tired of staying penned up in these four walls."

"What will you hunt, Tom?" I had no idea what was even in season.

"Whatever I want."

"Oh." Whether realizing he was impatient for me to get moving, or remembering my own hunger, I pulled myself up and started left, towards the kitchens. "Tom?" I stopped, and faced him.

"What are we going to do?"

"You are going to make a sandwich. Maybe tomorrow I will go hunting. I already said this. Perhaps I will still place the newspaper advertisement."

"No, Tom." I struggled to say it. "I mean, because of what's happened to us, we're changing. Maybe we should flee, find some place to hide--"

"Win," he grinned suddenly, like he was having to explain to a small child why the sun rises in the east. "There is much I do not understand about our current situation or what will become of us eventually. But I do know this, instinctually, in my very bones: we do not need to run, or hide. They run, and hide, from us."

"Is that all?" I couldn't quite believe my ears.

Finally Tom became annoyed. he stood up. Only now did I realize that he had grown taller, perhaps even since I had seen him this morning when he had sent me out on my assignment to find Bailey. "No, it's not all. When I finish the sandwich, finish the hunting, and consume therefrom all the protein I will complete my transformation. During that time I am going to use the albumen my body produces to seal your face onto my new cock, seal your eyes, block your ears shut, and then piss and cum down your throat for a week, feeding you all the nutrients the transformation needs until you're not at all human either."

“Forcing you to ingest from me that way over that long a time will have the effect of bonding you to me, forever. Like, spiritually or mentally of whatever, I don’t know how I know it, I just do. You’ll be able to go about on your own, but you’ll be like an extension of me. You won’t even have a proper conception of yourself as a separate creature anymore. And I will be able to see and act and live through your body as easily as I do this one. I might need more. Perhaps the newspaper advertisement will help with that. Needed, plucky aspirants to become soulless horrors. Pay negotiable.”

"Oh." I nodded, understanding. Part of me wanted to break and run for the door, but somehow my feet would not move.

"And what do you think of that?" He challenged, laughing at me, standing there, naked and disgusting, fluids trailing behind me.

"I'll get started on the sandwiches.”

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danniburgh · 3 years

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As the trees miss the Autumn (Javier Peña x f!reader x OFC)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x ofc

Summary: It was almost meant to be; Lia and you had spent six months together before meeting Javier and never felt like something was missing until he smirked towards you; The three of you really didn’t know exactly how it started, but you knew how it had ended.

Word count: +9.2k

Warnings: mild angst, OT3 SMUT, unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, oral, cum play. I made it gay, pregnancy. I think that’s it.

A/N: guys this is terribly self indulgent, i just wanna say that i loved writing this bc im super bi and i want a relationship like this. This one is dedicated to @mouthymandalorian just because i love her and i might wanna kiss her deeply

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gif: @javier-pena

None of you really knew exactly how it started;

For Lia it was when she met you, in a tiny, dirty bar, hiding away from the men that wanted to take you out to dance, begging someone to save you from the claws of a crowded dance floor. She bought you a beer after the one you’d been nursing was gone as you enjoyed the attention of a not-so-older, gorgeous woman and after that she took your hand, got inside a cab with you, spent the ten-minute ride caressing your thigh over your skirt, welcomed you into her apartment and kissed you like a woman starving as soon as she closed the door

For you it was at the end of that whole long weekend you spent at her place, she had taught you to cook that potato omelet you liked so much the first time she cooked it for you, only wrapped in a bathrobe with her arms wrapped around your waist and her lips nibbling at your neck, you ate the almost burnt omelet sitting on her kitchen counter while she stood between your legs and right after you finished she ate you as a dessert.

For Javier it was when he met you at an empty bar that served the best chicken wings you or Lia could’ve ever had; he saw you laughing and holding hands from his seat on the bar while the bartender poured him the third whiskey of that night, he liked Lia’s hair and your laugh, the way she gripped your forearm with her lean fingers made him feel something he swore he wouldn’t be able to feel again; the way you leaned onto her to brush her cheek made him lick his lips in craving for that kind of intimacy, and when you and Lia both turned to see him at the same time, he knew he was screwed.

For the three of you it was when Lia had all but forced you to walk up to the handsome man with the mustache that sat on the bar, she had told him if he enjoyed the view and you asked him if he was alone: he answered yes to both questions. Two hours later, several chicken wings orders and a never ending chat, the three of you were in Javier's car and driving to his place while discussing the terms of what the three of you wanted to be a possible permanent agreement.

It was almost meant to be; Lia and you had spent six months together before meeting Javier and never felt like something was missing until he smirked towards you.

What the three of you started to build wasn’t always honey over pancakes; there’s was jealousy and possessiveness; Javier was a blunt man with a difficult job, several hours away from home and feeling like he should keep everything to himself; Lia was moody and controlling on her bad days, she knew what she wanted and how she wanted it and she knew how to get things, she and Javier clasped and crashed almost every day; you were more passive than them, quiet on your good days and loud on the bad ones, you had your own rituals and your own quirks, but there was this role that was implicitly assigned to you when that relationship started; you were to bring the three of you together.

But with the pass of time the only complicated thing left was sex; almost always between the three of you; counted times you had one of them only for you or they had themselves. You did it all together.

The three of you really didn’t know exactly how it started, but you knew how it had ended.

Two years into your relationship; after life had thrown at you some heavy rocks, after part of your families accepted the uncommon root of the love you shared, after sharing a living space and building a life together; Javier got transferred to Colombia.

The night he brought the news to you and Lia he was a different man, he looked ten years aged, tired and bewildered; it wasn’t like he didn’t ask for it, he did but out of commitment to his office; he really didn’t want to go to a foreign country to fight a war you and Lia had convinced him was not his to fight; but the wars are never fair to the desires of the people and he received the transfer papers and a work visa. When he found out he had a week to pack his life in two suitcases and say goodbye to his family; his dad, Lia and you.

And even though he had never really said he loved either of you out loud; as he preferred to show you, the day Lia and you went to drop him at the airport he hugged each one tightly, he whispered against your ears how much he loved you and how grateful he was that you had made space for him in your lives, he kissed you both like a man starved; not caring about the few glances you three got as you said your goodbyes and after the second call on the airport speakers for the passengers with destination to Bogotá, Colombia, Lia and you saw him disappear through the boarding gate.

So you returned to a home that felt empty without his broad body present; his cologne still lingered in the space and the smell of the man you slept wrapped around for two years made you break as Lia held you; the night he left, neither of you slept.

At first he called two or three times a week; he really tried to be there for both, asking about your days, trying to tell you both about his; but life has a way to show you who really is in charge. Life has its own plans and so his workload was heavier and your lives got busier, so his calls eventually stopped making the phone ring.

You missed him; missed him like the stars missed the bright light of the moon when it was new; Lia missed him like the trees missed the leaves they lost during fall; Javier missed you like the fire missed the oxygen it needed to survive; it was a miserable feeling that he tried to drown in his own ways, always trying to get his ways to be shaped as Lia or you: but it was never enough.

Javier got to a point where he felt pure and green envy towards the both of you because you still had each other: in the years you had shared together he got to feel like and addition and not a part of something whole only a few times and only in the beginning; neither you nor Lia ever made him feel like he didn’t fit or he wasn’t as much yours as you were his. But he was alone in a country he never knew and he only knew a variant of the language of, he was tired and some nights he felt cold and scared like when he was a child and he could only think of the warmness of your bodies that he should’ve never left behind.

And so a year passed, and then another one did; if it wasn’t because of the few phone calls you two gave him, on christmas, on his birthday, on yours, on the times you two felt like it was too much and you just needed to hear his voice and you forced him to stay on the phone until he was practically falling asleep while talking; he could’ve sworn he would’ve already forgotten the sweet and sour sound of your voices.

If it wasn’t because of the pictures you sent him with the few letters you wrote him, some of you together, some of you smiling into the camera; some of you kissing so he wouldn’t forget he was still yours even if he was thousands of miles away; he could’ve sworn he would’ve forgotten your faces, or the color of your hair and Lia’s green eyes, or the shape or your bodies, or the color or your pretty pussies as one of you spread it open with your fingers and snapped a polaroid of it all wet and leaky for you and him.

He was actually grateful for the obscene amount of nude pics you two had sent him; your naked bodies were the last thing he wanted to forget about you.

Neither you nor Lia ever expected him to send something back; you still had the comfort of each other’s bodies, and you never forbid Javier from finding comfort in another person; you wanted him to be as happy as he could be in a place that seemed even god had forsaken, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him.

You missed him until you couldn’t anymore.

“Babe.” Lia whispered in your ear one night; the room still smelled like sex and you and her and the absence of Javier’s essence.

“Yeah?” you answered, shifting on your side to face her, both of you sleeping in the middle of the bed, right where Javier used to sleep.

“What if we go see Javi?” she whispered again, you frowned.

“Baby,” you scoffed softly, you could see in the darkness and by the very few moonlight that entered the room the way she rolled her eyes, “he told us we shouldn’t.”

“Yeah, I know,” she let out, frustrated, you reached to her and pressed her against you, leaving a kiss on her cheek, she sighed “I miss him.”

You said nothing, nodding a few times so she could be sure you agreed. Lia knew you missed him too, missed him like crazy.

Lia’s hand brushed softly through the skin of your naked hip and she left a feathery kiss on your lips.

“I wanna see him,” she whispered out, pouting, through the darkness you saw her eyes begging you for it, you shook your head softly; Lia let out another sigh and leaned towards you to lick at your lower lip, her hand sliding to the apex of your thighs and her lean fingers found immediately your clit, you gasped “let’s go see him,” she cooed on your mouth as her fingers brushed your slick folds “let’s go see our boy.”

“Not fair,” you let out on a moan when her fingers slid inside your cunt and she pressed into you softly “you’re playing dirty, Li.” she smiled against the skin of your chin and scissored her fingers inside you, you gasped again.

“Please, baby, he misses us.” she whispered as her thumb circled your clit, she pumped her fingers inside you and she left soft kisses on your jaw just like Javier used to do.

The coil that she had built inside your belly broke and you only could whisper his name.

Lia huffed a smile and brought her fingers to her mouth as you recovered from the orgasm she made you feel.

“Call Chucho in the morning,” you panted out, “ask him if he wants us to take something with us.”

Lia smiled at you and cupped your face to kiss you deeply.

“He’s gonna be so mad.” Lia said with a smile as you walked into Houston Intercontinental Airport with one suitcase each and holding hands. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at her.

“First, he's gonna fuck us and then he will send us back, just you wait.” you let out on a low voice and Lia cackled.

“A’right baby, turn on your lying, please.” Lia said as you walked out of the plane into the gate’s doors, you gripped her hand tightly and then let her go as you walked towards the immigration booths; the almost three-hour flight was spent with you trying to come up with something to tell the immigration agents besides we are here to visit our boyfriend, who is a fed; that was the first thing Chucho told you not to do.

After talking to one agent each you got the free pass into the country and Lia didn’t wait to be far away from them to gasp in relief.

“I’m so happy Javi forced spanish onto us,” she let out, grabbing your hand again, heading towards the doors, you chuckled. “I don’t wanna know how much harder it would be without at least being able to say Hola and Vine a conocer Colombia.”

The afternoon air in Bogotá was considerably colder than it was in Houston, which made Lia shiver, and you reached for the piece of paper you had scribbled Javier’s address onto and had shoved inside your pants as Lia called for a taxi with her not so lady-like whistle.

A cab parked in front of you and Lia turned on her mean face; the one she used when she knew certain situations could turn sideways quickly, and the one she started using when Javier was no longer walking next to either of you; the driver helped with your suitcases and you got inside the car, you reached for Lia’s hand and rested the entanglement of fingers on your lap.

“I’m nervous.” you muttered, Lia chuckled in agreement.

Javier ran out of the office with Steve tailing him almost at the same speed.

“Jav, what the fuck is going on?” Steve asked again, louder than when he saw him stamping the phone back on its cradle and let out a chain of curses in both english and spanish.

Javier didn’t answer, he didn't even acknowledge Steve as his partner’s heavy steps echoed his own while he sprinted out of the embassy building and towards his truck.

Javier stopped hearing Steve’s steps when he reached for his keys in his pocket and jumped inside his Bronco.

“Fuck!” Javier let out as he maneuvered the steering wheel, backed up the truck and eyed Steve standing on the embassy steps, completely flabbergasted out of the corner of his eye.

Steve saw the truck racing out of the parking lot with an angry Javier driving like crazy, as he frowned, wondering what Javier's dad told his partner that made him run out like there was a fire.

“Are you sure is this one?” Lia asked once the cab drove away, you nodded and walked towards the building steps.

“What I’m not sure of is if he’s even here.” you muttered out, chuckling, Lia shook her head with a smile and walked next to you, she opened the building door and you walked in; it smelled somewhat dampy and enclosed, nothing unbearable but it was certainly different, there was no elevator and according to the address you and Lia wrote on the envelopes when you sent him stuff, his apartment was on the third floor.

Lia sighed behind you when you took in the building's silence and you nodded your head towards the stairs.

“Let’s go.” you winked at her and stretched your hand so she could take it.

Going up the stairs with a semi-heavy suitcase in one hand and your girlfriend in the other wasn't easy, but when you reached the third floor all the discomfort left your body and the feeling that settled inside you was a mix between nervousness and excitement.

Lia pulled you forward to walk towards one of the two doors on that floor and you raised your hand to knock.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you heard behind you the recognizable and unmistakable hard, deep, very angry voice of Javier.

Lia frowned next to you, and you let your mouth curl into a smile.

Javier felt his chest throb and his heart stop when he saw you turn around to face him at the same time.

“Javi!” you gasped out and let go of Lia’s hand and your suitcase, running up to where he was standing and throwing yourself to him.

Javier’s hands landed on your waist and your arms curled around his neck, he shivered slightly when he felt you inhaling him; he smelled as he always did, cigarette, that cologne you never learned the name of, musk and his sweet, sweaty body essence.

Lia glared at him, Javier felt it deep inside him, she was waiting for him to do something to you, anything.

“What are you doing here?” he asked again, Lia dropped her shoulders in half-relief, half-exhaustion.

“We came to see you,” you replied, your voice muffled by the fabric of his jacket, your face still buried on his shoulder, he gripped your body closer to him “aren’t you happy to see us?” you whispered.

“Yes, Javi, aren’t you?” Lia let out, leaving her own suitcase, walking up to him and reaching to cup his face, Javier relaxed slightly and leaned onto her soft touch, leaning down so she could leave a kiss on his jaw.

“Why did you come?” he whispered as he looked into her green gaze, Lia narrowed her eyes.

“Because you didn't bother to visit, Javier,” Lia admonished, her hardened voice caused you to wake up from the day slumber that breathing in Javier’s smell gave you and you turned on his shoulder to see her, “we missed you like crazy.”

“Lia,” he let go of you to cup her face, she frowned when you let out a soft yelp and slapped his arms away, “baby.” Javier let out.

“Don’t you dare.” she tightened her jaw, you bit your lip and sensed the unaddressed tension between them.

“Javi.” you called him, knowing that if you didn’t try to stop him Lia would snap at him.

“Amelia.” Javier called out again, and Lia let out a soft growl.

“Javi.” you called again, your voice growing desperate.

“I told you not to come.” he told her, Lia pushed him back, he didn’t move.

“Yet you didn’t visit.” she let out, you closed your eyes and breathed in, Javier crossed his arms on his chest.

“I couldn’t, you know it,” he said, “I needed to stay here, have you forgotten?” you noticed how Lia’s face grew red and, as if it happened in slow motion, she raised her hand and clasped her palm across his face.

Javier didn’t move, but he rubbed his cheek with his own hand and glared at her.

“Lia!” you walked towards them and planted your feet so your body acted as a barrier between them both.

“That’s why you came?” Javier muttered out behind you “to slap me?”

“No, asshole!” she let out, deflating in front of you, you wanted nothing more but to reach to her, knowing how hard it was for her sometimes to just let go and let herself feel things “we love you, we missed you!”

“Lia, stop.” you begged, getting in her line of view, she dropped her shoulders and nodded at you.

“Fine.” she mouthed to you and crossed her arms on her chest, the same gesture she had acquired from Javier.

“And you,” you turned around to face Javier, whose hand had dropped back to his side, “don’t be so hard on us, it’s been two years.” you whispered to him, Javier put his hands on his hips and leaned to the side, you saw him chew the inside of his cheek and his eyes fell to the floor.

“Baby,” he muttered without looking at you, stretching his hand so you could take it, you did, his hand wrapped yours almost entirely and you felt a bolt of energy going through your spine “it’s so dangerous down here…” he let out in a sigh, you felt Lia’s presence behind you.

“It’s been two years.” you repeated, gripping the hold on his hand, he nodded and looked at you and then at Lia.

“Say you missed us, idiot.” Lia let out, wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin on your shoulder, Javier smirked and shook his head.

Before he could open his mouth to say a thing, a heavy set of rushed steps was heard behind Javier.

“Jav?” he dropped your hand and turned around, you narrowed your eyes as you looked at the tall, blonde man standing at the edge of the stairs.

“Who is this?” Lia asked lowly in your ear and you shrugged.

“Isn’t his partner blonde?” you recalled from your calls with Javier. Lia shrugged back.

“Hey,” Javier let out, not moving from his position in the middle of the hallway, the man looked at both of you and eyed thoughtfully the grip Lia had on your body “you followed me?” Javier asked.

“No, but what the hell, man?” he spat in a southern accent that made you smile, “you just rushed out like a crazy person.”

“Murph, please…” Javier sighed towards him.

“It is his partner.” you murmured to Lia, remembering the name Javier had told you once he talked to you about the new man that was being sent to work with him.

“You Murphy?” Lia asked, you bit your lips to hide your smile and elbowed her softly.

“Yeah…” he replied hesitantly. Javier turned to look at the both of you and closed his eyes, you let your lips curl in a smile, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” he narrowed his blue eyes at you and Lia.

“No.” Javier spat, you feigned a gasp and Lia released you from her hold.

“Javier didn’t tell you about us?” Lia asked and you looked at the way Javier hid his eyes from the man. Murphy tilted his head.

“Oh…” he let out softly “this’ your girls?” the man pointed at you both with two fingers and Javier sighed.

“Yes, yes we are,” Lia let out, walking towards him, she raised her hand, he shook it and she introduced you to him with your full name “and I’m Amelia.”

“Well, nice to meet you’both.” he let out with a soft, tight-lipped smile as he walked to shake your hand.

“Shut the fuck up, Steve,” Javier let out, making you chuckle “how did you know?” he growled out.

“Jav, you may not mention them,” he said, walking towards Javier “but when you speak to’em you light up, man, you’re not the only man that notices stuff,” Steve slapped Javier’s arm a few times and turned to the both of you, “welcome to Colombia, I guess.” he shrugged with a charming smile and walked to the opposite direction, pulled out a set of keys and opened the door right in front of Javier’s apartment, disappearing behind it with a nod towards you and Lia.

“I like him.” you said, Lia snorted.

“Shut up.” Javier muttered, mimicking Steve’s actions and opening his door, he walked in with yours and Lia’s suitcases and left the door open for you.

“I told you he’d be mad.” Lia said, walking inside the apartment, you let out a soft chuckle.

“I think we can make him feel better in no time.” you responded, walking behind her and closing the door.

You and Lia inspectioned the apartment carefully, looking at what he had done with an embassy issued place in the last two years he had been living there, you liked just how him it was.

Javier had left the suitcases near a door that you figured lead to the room, Lia grunted at the cheesy dog portrait in one of the walls but smiled softly at the full bar that had its place near the window in the living room.

“Can you please explain to me now why you came?” Javier sat on the leather loveseat, holding his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“We told you, Javi…” Lia said, walking to sit next to him, you did the same, sitting on his other side, the couch was comfortable but you liked the one you had in Houston better. “we missed you.”

“God,” Javier sighed out, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and reached to him to kiss his cheek “I missed you too,” he looked at both of you and Lia let out the first smile towards him of the evening “both of you.”

“We know, dummy,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder as he moved his arms to hug you both, “don’t be angry, please.” you all but pleaded, your soft voice made him huff.

“How could I?” he said, kissing the crown of your head and turning to kiss Lia on the cheek “you’re both insane,” he muttered, you chuckled, “whose idea was it?”

“Lia’s” you whispered, shivering at the way his hand was drawing shapeless forms on your covered skin.

“Of course,” he chuckled softly and tightened the grip on your bodies, “of course it was.” he murmured against Lia’s cheek.

“Sorry for the slap.” she said, moving her head to kiss his lips, he smiled against her mouth.

“I liked it.” he murmured.

“Should I do it again?” Lia whispered back, you smiled broadly at their flirting. Two years had passed without him, and they were still the same teasing, flirty fuckers you fell in love with.

“No, no hitting,” you whispered out, Lia smiled at you and you moved to kiss Javier’s neck “we are making love tonight,” your words against the skin of his neck made him sigh and Lia looked at him with a mischievous smile, mimicking your movements and licking a stripe of skin on the other side “we can fuck tomorrow.”

“Shit,” he moaned out softly when Lia nibbled at his earlobe “you came here to kill me.” you huffed and the hot air that came out of your mouth hitting the wet skin of his neck made him shiver again.

“Maybe.” you whispered roughly in his ear and he smirked at the low, growly, hungry tone of your voice.

“My dirty girl,” he whispered, turning to face you and looking for your lips, you caved in and licked his lower lip, he let out a low groan and devoured your mouth for the first time in two years; immediately, warmness leaked out of you and a never-really extinguished coil with his name embroidered on lit up inside your belly, “I missed your lips so much,” he whispered against your lips, only to you, you smiled softly and nibbled at his lip, feeling Lia’s hand reaching to you and making you press your chest to Javi’s side, he left a soft kiss on your lips and turned to her, she cupped his jaw with her other hand and kissed him deeply, Javier loved the difference between you and her; your lips kissed him softly but hungrily, there was always a willing to give him something of you in each of your kisses, he liked to think he stole some of your youth directly from your mouth every time you kissed him; Lia’s lips kissed him deeply and patiently, always heavy with a deep emotion she could never put into words, but she spilled as her tongue touched his. He loved the difference, and he loved that he could taste your kisses once again.

“Javi,” you whispered in his ear, he hummed in response and you smiled against his cheek, your hand sliding to palm his crotch over his jeans “take us to your room.” Javier let out a chuckle, remembering that was the same thing you said to him four years before on the first night the three of you spent together.

He stood up from the couch and stretched his hands so each of you could take one and he walked up to the small staircase and towards his room; as soon as you entered his bedroom, he gripped both of you towards his chest, you let out a chuckle at the strength and you put your hand on his chest.

“Can you kiss for me?” he asked, his hands on one side of your waists, you reached to cup a side of Lia’s face and brought her to you, her lips tasted like her and like Javi, you heard him sigh and the hand that rested on his chest slide to his pants once again, you palmed him over the denim of his jeans as Lia’s tongue snuck inside your mouth, Javier let out a moan when Lia slid a hand towards his ass and he tightened the grip over the both of you “I need you both naked.” he muttered, Lia broke the kiss and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Who told you you were in charge?” she murmured to him, making you huff.

“Shut up, Li,” you stepped back and leaned down to untie your boots, Javier walked to sit on the edge of the bed to take off his as Lia glared at you both, once your boots were off you looked at her.

You smirked at Lia and stood straight, taking off your shirt and your jeans while fixating your eyes on her, she rolled her eyes and smiled at you, Javier stood up from the bed, shirtless and walked to you, his hands landed on your shoulders and his fingers played with the straps of your bra, you turned to him and he kissed the naked skin of your shoulder, his hands sliding to unhook your bra and help you out of it, you turned to Lia and she bit her lip, stopping unbuttoning her own jeans as Javier’s warm hands snaked towards your tits and covered them almost entirely, making you throw your head back to rest on his naked shoulders.

Lia took off her jeans and walked towards the both of you, Javier was playing with your nipples and nibbling at your neck slowly, making you gasp and sigh at that sensation you had missed so much, his fingers were so much bigger than Lia’s and he played with you like you were a delicate thing, careful to not break you.

“Javi,” you gasped his name, Lia’s hand gripped your waist and reached for Javier, who hummed in reply “touch my pussy.” you half-begged, half-demanded, one of his hands left your breast and went to cup at your sex over the fabric of your panties and his fingers glided softly across your covered lips, he leaned to kiss Lea over your body and you raised your hands to go around Lia’s body and unhook her own bra, she took it off.

Lia’s hands slid over your waist and she helped Javier to get you off your panties, she crouched to hold them as you stepped out of them and she left a soft kiss on your mound, looking straight into Javier’s brown, lust-dark eyes, you gasped and her hands glided over your thighs in a feathery touch she knew you loved.

She stood up and kissed you softly, Javier wrapped an arm around your middle and his other hand helped you hook a leg around Lia’s hips, she held it in place, his long fingers found your clit immediately and he circled it softly a few times, you let out a curse and Lia kissed the soft flesh of your breast, you raised a hand to play with one of her nipples, Javier grazed his fingers across your slit and found you wet and ready for them, he nibbled at your jaw and slid his fingers inside, you gasped his name out, closing your eyes and throwing your head to his shoulder again.

“I missed this so much,” you let out, turning your head to him and licking at his mouth, Lia’s tongue started playing with your nipple and you smiled, lost already in the pleasure they were giving you “I need you deeper.” you whispered in his mouth and his fingers pumped deeper inside your cunt, Lia’s tongue glided across your chest to your other breast and he bit softly at your nipple to get it to harden in her mouth.

“Tell him how close you are.” Lia demanded and you whined when she sucked harder at your nipple.

“I’m so close, fuck, there.” you whispered, kneading at her breast as Javier’s fingers kept pumping and pressing and pushing inside your cunt, your pussy leaked around his hand and Lia’s hand went to your sex to guide Javier and play with your clit, your nipple still in her mouth. You bucked your hips and Javier held you tighter and closer, you felt his erection on your ass, the friction of his denim-covered hardness on your naked asscheeks made you whimper.

“You’re gonna cum?” Javier asked in your ear, his warm tongue licking your earlobe, you hummed in affirmation, your eyes rolling back behind your lids, your body flushing at the sensations both their mouths and their hands were making you feel, you couldn’t formulate any words as Javier’s fingers pressed on that spongy place inside you that made your toes curl and your thighs tremble and Lia’s fingers circled your clit at the same fucking time, it was a sweet torture you had missed like the sand missed the sea on low tide days.

“Javi,” you gasped, your hand leaving Lia’s breast and gripping the wrist of the arm that held you steady, “please,” you sighed out, holding your breath, not knowing exactly what you were begging for; but they knew, they always did, so Lia’s mouth searched yours and she kissed you, her tongue warm and wet and tasting faintly like you, Javier’s mouth returned to your neck and they synchronized their movements, making you whine and moan as they raised their speed.

“Cum for us, baby.” he whispered softly in your ear and you let out a long moan when the coil inside your belly stretched and stretched at the rhythm of their movements and when he pushed in deeper and she angled her fingers to the sides it broke. Your legs stiffened and you let out the air that you didn’t know you were holding in a silent scream as they helped you ride your climax with soft, loud kisses on your neck and around your face.

“Holy fuck,” you let out lowly, opening your eyes to look at them kissing while still holding you, “can someone let me lie down, please,” you asked softly. They broke the kiss, smiled at each other and turned to you. Lia let down your leg gently and Javier walked backwards with you still wrapped tightly inside his arms. He helped you sit on the bed and you let yourself fall on the mattress. “who’s gonna sit on my face?” you let out, making them both chuckle.

Javier kneeled on the bed next to you, he supported his weight on one arm and used the other to wander around your still-shivering body, leaving soft kisses around your chest and shoulders. You smiled at him and he smiled back, your eyes took in his features and your hand went to cup his face.

“I love you.” you whispered, his smile grew wider and he leaned to take your lips in his, you felt the bed shift next to you and Lia’s hand landed on your sternum.

“Are you ready?” she whispered in your ear, Javier broke the kiss and looked at her with a confused gaze, you nodded and bit your lip in mischief.

You put your hands on Javier’s chest and Lia put hers on his shoulder, both of you pushed him to the side so he could lie on his back, Javier let out a soft oof at the sudden movement, before he could sit up you shifted on the bed and straddled his abdomen.

“Hi.” you let out with a smile, taking his hands and putting them on your naked thighs.

“Hey.” he whispered, Lia stood up from the bed, took off her own panties and walked towards his legs, Javi shivered under you at the soft touch of Lia’s hands gliding up his thighs and at the feeling of your wet pussy making full contact with the naked skin of his belly. Lia pulled his jeans off and you looked over your shoulder at her, she was devouring his erection with her deep-darkened green gaze. Her eyes met yours and you raised your eyebrows, Javier lifted his head to look at her behind you and saw her nodding to you.

You moved up on Javier’s torso until your pussy was directly leaking over his sternum, Javier could smell your arousal and he felt his cock throb at how sweet it was; he then felt Lia straddling his lap, and he closed his eyes, throwing his head on the mattress.

“Fuck.” he let out when Lia’s soft hands gripped his dick and pumped a few times, you were looking down at him, one of your hands moved to his face and your knuckles caressed the skin of his cheek and cheekbones as he felt Lia playing the tip of his cock on her wet, warm slit, covering him with her slick.

“Baby,” you whispered to him when Lia put a hand on your shoulder for support, you knew she was sitting on his cock, Javier opened his eyes half-way and gave you with a silent pleading look, he moaned gutturally and Lia behind you gasped, you turned to look at her and bit your lip when you saw her sitting fully on Javier’s cock, her head thrown back, neck stretched, her hand was still resting on your shoulder, her knees over your feet, you turned back to Javier, whose eyes were still traveling from your face to your tits and to your slick, swollen pussy in front of him and back, “you wanna eat me?” you asked him, he nodded and you smiled at him; his body started moving slowly and his eyes closed, one of his hands left your thigh and moved towards Lia’s and your smile grew.

Lia’s hand gripped your shoulder and you felt her leaning towards you, you felt her warm breath on your back and your cunt leaked more over Javier’s chest, you took her hand and circled your hips gently to gain some friction on your core; making a mess out of Javier’s skin.

“Let him eat you.” Lia whispered on the skin of your back and left a wet kiss on it, you nodded and moved carefully off Javier, kneeling next to them. Once you weren’t putting that much pressure on his body, Lia started bouncing on him.

Javier opened his eyes and grunted, one of his hands reaching for you.

“C’mere baby girl,” he muttered towards you, “sit.” he nodded his chin and you chuckled, you moved to kneel above his head and before you could sit on his mouth he blew softly into your core, making you moan. One of his hands rested on your thigh, bringing you down to him, the other on Lia’s hip, helping her move on him.

Javier flattened his tongue on your core and ran it through your folds a couple of times before sucking on your clit, you closed your eyes and reached to Lia, she took your hands and leaned to kiss you, slowing down her movements on Javier’s cock, making him grunt against your cunt.

Javier folded his legs and planted his feet on the bed, beginning a near-torturing pounding into Lia’s cunt, feeling the way her warm walls clutched his cock. Lia whined against your lips and you started circling your hips over his open mouth.

“Fu–fuck,” she gasped out, you moaned when Javier’s tongue hit your clit at a specific angle that made your breath hitch. “Ja–Javier, more.” Lia demanded, licking your lips, you grabbed her by the nape and ate her mouth, your other hand sliding to her clit, you circled it with two fingers, she whined out again and you let her rest her head on your shoulder, Javier nibbled at your pussy, sucking at the juices that were leaking because of Lia’s moans and whimpers and the wet noises of his cock thrusting in and out of her.

You pinched Lia’s clit and she bit the skin of your shoulder as she came, Javier grunted as her cunt strangled his cock but kept going, he fucked her and you played with her clit through her high and prolonged her orgasm until she screamed against your neck.

“Oh god.” she fell on your arms and you moved off Javier’s head and helped Lia to lie down next to him, Javier’s hand was on your thigh as you whispered into Lia’s ear how good she did. You felt him shift on the bed until he was resting against your back.

“Let me fuck you too.” he whispered against your hair, you nodded, Lia snuggled against your chest as Javier grabbed your leg and rested it over his hips, he wrapped himself around you and eased himself into your wet cunt, setting immediately a murdering pace, Lia hid her face into your breasts as they bounced at the rhythm of Javier’s thrusts and her hand went around the both of you to grip at his ass.

“Javi,” you whined out, your hand resting on the small of Lia’s back, she started licking at the flesh of your tits lazily “make me cum.” you begged and he grunted against your hair, his thrust becoming deeper and harder, Lia moved her head and bit your nipple, Javier started nibbling at your jaw and his fingers went to play with your clit once again, you came around him and Javier grinned against your skin when he felt you soaking his cock with your cum.

“Let me cum on your pretty faces.” he let out, still thrusting into you gently as you rode out your orgasm.

“Yes.” you and Lia replied at the same time.

Javier let out a tired chuckle, he slid out of you, both of you whimpering at the loss of connection, and he kneeled on the bed, you and Lia shifted as he pumped himself with the help of your combined arousals covering his erection, Lia reached for you and kissed you before you could crawl on the bed to wait for Javier to finish, he grunted above you.

“C’mon,” he growled, pumping himself faster, you broke the kiss, smiled at Lia and crawled to him, looking at his face with pleading eyes, “you’re so pretty, baby,” he whispered to you, his free hand caressing your hair, Lia did the same and put her face right next to yours, your cheeks pressed against each other, he looked at Lia, “and you? fuck you’re both so fucking beautiful”; Javier came when Lia dared to stick her tongue out for him, rope after rope of his cum covered your face, Javier was making sure he got both your faces equally coated as he praised you both, “you two look so fucking good covered with me.” he was grunting, milking himself; his load was big, he didn’t dare to tell you how much he had been going without having sex because for a long time no other women did the trick for him; you felt the last drop of his cum falling on your chin and you smiled at him.

“Can I eat it now?” you asked, looking up at him, Javier let out a heavy, spent sigh and smiled softly at you, throwing his head forward and you felt Lia grabbing your face and kissing your sticky cheek.

“I’ll do it for you.” she said.

“Please, don’t get me hard again.” he pleaded, letting himself fall on the mattress next to you.

“Don’t leave,” you pleaded, trying to put on your extra puppy eyes, Javier sighed at you “please.”

“Baby, I need to go to work.” he said, softening his tone.

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Lia asked him behind you; you were kneeling on the bed, naked and half-ready for him just by looking at him getting ready, Lia was resting on her arm, watching him trying to come up with something else to tell you so you wouldn’t ask him again.

“I can’t.” your shoulders dropped and you sat down on your feet, Javier walked towards you as Lia sat up and shifted to sit behind you; you felt her breasts pressing against your back as Javier sat in front of you on the edge of the bed, Lia’s hands wrapped your waist and Javier narrowed his eyes at her.

“You sure?” she said, sticking her tongue out and licking a stripe of skin on your neck, you sighed, you raised a hand to cup his face.

“Stay.” you pouted slightly and gasped softly when one of Lia’s hands cupped your breast and played your nipple between two fingers.

“Fuck.” Javier let out, standing up to unbutton his shirt, making you smile.

You and Lia stayed in Colombia for a week; a week in which Javier felt the most relaxed he had felt in years, a week in which Javier had smiled and laughed the most in what it felt like a lifetime; he had eaten all the delicious food you had made for him, and then he had eaten you both on his bed a few hours later; he felt as if he was getting a vacation from the deep, heavy pressure of his work and his life in that country. He felt like a tiny bit of normalcy was back in his life.

But the fun, the tasty dinners with you, sometimes with you and the Murphy’s, the loving nights wrapped around your warm bodies, the long mornings of lazy sex with each or both of you, as everything in life, had to end.

“I want you to come home with us.” you whispered against his shoulder as he held you tight against his body, the noise of the airport almost made him not hear you.

“I know, baby, I wanna come home with you too,” he muttered in your ear, you let out a shaky breath and he stepped back a bit to look at you, cup your face and kiss your forehead “soon, okay?” he tried to reassure you, you smiled at him and nodded softly, he brought your face towards his and left a deep, gentle kiss on your lips “take care of Lia.”

“Okay.” you replied in his mouth and stepped back from him.

Javier stepped towards Lia and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Please, take care of yourself.” she whispered against his cheek, he nodded softly.

“Don’t leave me alone too long,” he whispered only to her, Lia closed her eyes and took a deep breath “please.”

“We’ll come back, okay?” she reassured him and turned her head to kiss him.

That time, Javier got to feel the same thing you both felt two years before when he saw your bodies walking hand in hand, disappearing behind the boarding gate.

Javier was sent home almost three years later after the events that went down with Los Pepes; he was sent first to Miami and then he flew straight to Laredo, to where you had driven to meet him at his dad’s ranch.

The first thing that Javier saw when he got home was Lia’s huge pregnant belly.

He had jumped off his dad’s truck before Chucho could even turn off the engine; you were sitting on the porch, Lia was complaining about her back and you were sitting next to her with your hand on her belly; Javier ran towards the both of you and before you could react he kneeled in front of Lia, already forgetting everything about himself.

“God, you look huge.” he let out with wide eyes and a surprised quirk. You drowned a chuckle.

“Well, hi, asshole.” Lia let out, Javier let out a chuckle and put his big hands on Lia’s belly, marveled at how soft yet how hard it was, he looked at you with a soft smile.

“Hi, baby.” he muttered, Lia smirked, covering one of his hands with her own.

“Hi, love,” you replied, leaning to kiss his forehead, he moved his head to reach your lips “we have a baby in there.” you smiled at him.

“No, I have a baby in me.” Lia corrected, Javier turned at her and rolled his eyes, incorporating to kiss her.

“Well, is it a boy?” Javier asked, turning his brown, wide, shiny eyes to the baby bump, feeling a gentle kick right below his hand.

“No,” you smiled, “it’s a girl.”

“Thank fucking god.” he sighed out, leaning down to press his cheek to Lia’s belly, you put a hand on his shoulder and he smiled at you.

Javier never thought he would be a father, but in between visits to Colombia, you and Lia had talked about having a baby, there was something inside both of you that made you want to have a mini person running around both your legs, someone that looked like either of you and Javier, someone that could be the embodiment of the huge love you had shared.

So, one day, while talking to Javier over the phone, you mentioned to him that you were thinking about having a baby. At first Javier thought both of you wanted to get pregnant at the same time, and you had laughed it off; you hadn’t decided who was to carry it, but you knew you wanted it.

Javier asked to think about it for a while, ponder it and sleep on it; he knew, by looking at Steve and Connie with Olivia, that being a parent wasn’t easy, and although he always thought kids were something he could only see from afar, he didn’t hate the idea of a little person calling him dad; so he called you both and told you he was in, you offered yourself to do it but Lia immediately said no. Javier had laughed at the response but agreed with her; you didn’t fight it, they had a fierce, almost overprotective grip over you, and Lia didn’t want to see you lose your mind and drown in hormones, so she was the one that had her implant removed and on the next visit to Colombia, she was the one getting almost all of Javier’s cum.

The pregnancy announcement came several weeks later, once you were back in Houston, Javier lost his words over the phone and you and Lia had waited for him to say anything for almost three minutes. But he was happy, happier than he had ever felt.

You and Lia had dealt with the pregnancy on your own, Javier’s work grew heavier and more dangerous than before so he cut the visits and didn’t let you travel down anymore. You understood, but you were dealing with a pregnant, grumpy, horny woman by yourself, and you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t need him by your side.

But, even when his suspension came out of nowhere for you, it was also sort of a blessing; because you both thought he wouldn’t be there with you when the baby was born, but he was, he was back home and about to become a father.

Literally at any time.

You had driven with him back to Houston after a few days with Chucho to get ready for when Lia gave birth and the convivence fell down as always, domestic bliss wasn’t the goal but it was there.

Javier was sitting on the coffee table, rubbing Lia’s feet one night after dinner while you took care of things around the kitchen and threw names to the air; choosing the name for the baby was exhausting, hard work, with three parents looking for something meaningful and fighting over pronunciations and spellings.

“What about Jenna?” you let out, Lia growled.

“My highschool bully was named Jenna.” she said, you chuckled, Javier narrowed his eyes and threw his gaze to the floor as he rubbed Lia’s toes.

“And Lisa?”

“Too short.” she replied. You hummed in thinking.

Javier had received a call that morning; he was offered a new job in Colombia, a new assignment to catch another cartel; a new job and a promotion.

“Lily!” your voice sounded afar.

“Uhm, nah.” Lia’s voice did too.

Javier glanced at the baby bump and he knew the job would do a lot for his daughter, he knew, somehow, that that time the work wouldn’t take long, he knew he could do it, he knew he had it in him; but he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to leave you and Lia and his baby alone again, not after spending almost six years away from his home, with a long distance relationship that although worked, wasn’t enough, surviving out of one week trips every six months, he didn’t know if he had that in him.

“Luisa!” you said, falling next to Lia on the couch, Lia gasped.

“I like it.” she replied and you clapped a few times.

“Javi, do you like it?” you asked him, bringing him back to reality.

“Huh?” he blinked a few times, Lia narrowed his eyes at him.

“The name.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” he let out lowly, nodding a couple of times.

“What’s going on?” Lia asked, having felt his insecurity.

“Nothing.” he replied, taking her foot off his lap and taking the other one on.

“You’re lying.” you let out, searching for his eyes.

“Yeah,” he sighed out, “they offered me a job.” he let out.

“That’s good, right?” you asked, looking at Lia, she shrugged.

“It’s in Colombia.” he muttered.

“No.” Lia let out. You frowned at Javier, Lia took her foot off his lap as quickly as she could.

“You’re going back?” you asked him, already feeling a knot in your throat that was making it hard for you to breathe.

“Wait.” he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

“Javier Peña if you go back to that place,” Lia said with her hardened voice, trying to stand up from the couch, “I swear to God you will not meet your daughter.” Javier closed his eyes and damned the time he just let it out before explaining the whole thing.

“Are you gonna leave us again?”

“Let me explain.” Javier stood up from the coffee table.

“You can’t leave!” you yelled out, standing up as well and helping Lia off the couch.

“Listen to me,” Lia admonished “we waited for you, Javier!”

“Let. Me. Explain.” Javier pointed out.

“Explain what?” you asked him, hiding behind Lia as she waddled towards him.

“You are not leaving us alone again,” she shoved her finger on his chest “I’m about to explode, idiot!”

“Listen to me, silly woman!” he raised his voice to Lia and then looked at you “listen,” Lia was about to reply to him, but you saw his eyes shiny with unshed tears, so you put a hand on her shoulder and she took a deep breath, “I want you to come with me.” he let out.

“What?” you let out, frowning, confused.

“After Luisa is born, come with me,” he looked at the both of you, you turned to Lia and then back to him “I don’t wanna miss you anymore,” he dropped his eyes to Lia’s belly “I don’t wanna miss her.”

“Fuck you, Javier.” Lia let out, her lip pouty. She rolled her eyes and stepped slowly towards him.

“Please.” he whispered, inches away from her, she nodded, Javier kissed her and raised his hand for you; you took it and he pulled you to him.

“We better work on our spanish, then.” you whispered to them, Javier leaned to kiss you with a smile on his lips.

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