~warnings: swearing and lots of smut oops not oops~
A/N: This was the first time I have ever written smut so tell me if I took it too far please. I tried to make it as cute as possible and avoided using any harsh words for body parts. Also, yes this is a pretty long fic so, sorry it took so long. I had a hard time getting the hang of this smut writing stuff. There will be a part five to this and that will probably be it but who knows. At this point I am just going with the flow. The next thing I post will either be the Part 2 to Breathe, You’re Safe or the part 5 to this. If you have a preference let me know! Send me feedback on this please!!
Darkness enveloped you both, as you walked huddled close to his body. The streets were mostly still with an occasional shady character walking by every few minutes or so. The hum of factories sounded in the background muddled by distance.
You normally would’ve been scared to make this walk but John’s confident stride gave you comfort. He rambled on and on about his kids and family and what he was hoping to do with all the money from the business. He still had a youthful optimism to him but there was still something dark that hung over him and seemed to heavy his heart.
“…I’ll be set. Nothin’ to worry about, just acres of land and a nice big house. Lots of fuckin’ land for the kids to run around in, time for me to be able to take care of them properly, a little piece of Heaven. White picket fence and the whole lot.” You couldn’t help but linger on his every word, wanting so badly to know everything about him. You giggled slightly at his perfect idealized world.
“What?” He questioned while responding to your laughter with some of his own, pulling away from your body slightly so he could look down at your face.
“It’s nothing.” You say still letting out tiny giggles and then leaving a few seconds of silence. “I just… I didn’t imagine big bad John Shelby dreaming of a future with green hills, flowers, sunshine and rainbows.” You say in a slightly joking manner hitting your hip into his body playfully nudging him.
HEAVEN LIKE A LOCKED DOOR.
HEAVEN LIKE A FENCED BACKYARD;
GATE TOO HIGH TO JUMP,
LOCK TOO TIGHT TO PICK.
HEAVEN LIKE A CLUB,
BOUNCER OUT FRONT.
HEAVEN LIKE, YOU CAN BE HOLY,
BUT ONLY IF YOU LOVE THE RIGHT WAY.
HEAVEN LIKE WE’RE WATCHING YOU IN THE BEDROOM.
HEAVEN LIKE GOD MADE YOU THIS WAY,
BUT HE ALSO WANTS YOU TO FIX IT.
HEAVEN LIKE WE MONITOR YOUR CHURCH ATTENDANCE.
AND YOU’VE BEEN ABSENT FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKS.
HEAVEN LIKE HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES,
BUT DON’T FUCK UP TOO MUCH.
HEAVEN LIKE WE ALL LOOK THE SAME.
HEAVEN LIKE WE HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT’S OUT THERE.
HEAVEN LIKE IF THIS IS PARADISE, I DON’T THINK I’M INTERESTED.
Schuyler Peck, Paradise (17/30, write about a locked door)
Dean was good at dying. He had done it enough times to know how it goes. But just because you’re good at something doesn’t mean you like it. Dean didn’t enjoy dying. Thankfully, this time it was quick – blink and you might miss it quick. That’s how Dean preferred it; he didn’t like some long drawn out show. Dead is dead. No need to waste theatrics getting there.
When Dean first opened his eyes, he wasn’t entirely sure he was dead. He saw a blue sky with clouds above him. When he turned his head, green grass tickled his face. In the distance, a white picket fence sat with a rustic looking cottage behind it. Nothing too out of the ordinary.
What really clued him into his deceased state of being was the man standing directly above him.
“ I got more conscious of the kitchen window backyard’s seasons’ daily view, here morning snow-dropped window sill January, 23, 1987, while roofed toolshed, bare branched trees of Heaven, fences & fire escapes visible snow-line, Times.”
This band means more to me than I can even begin to describe. No matter where I’m at in my life, Coheed is there to bring me back to center. Whatever mood I may be in, however adversity might rear its head, and whoever is a part of my life, I can listen to Coheed and relate it to my life. The first time I saw them was on my 13th birthday in Poughkeepsie with Avenged Sevenfold and Head Automatica, and honestly I would be a completely different person if it weren’t for that. It’s honestly pretty dumb to say a band saved your life, because you ultimately make the choice in what you do, but they’ve come pretty damn close. Although they will never see this, thank you guys.