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Oh wow-

Beautiful!!

--- Sunwalker. x

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"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏'.."🖤

Thomas Ian Griffith as Brandon Miller in Timecop 2 circa 2003.

🎶: Daylight - David Kushner

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Well doesn't he look like a snackkk❤️‍🔥

Love these!!

Thomas Ian Griffith as Terry Silver

Cobra Kai (2018 - )

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A little bird told me!!

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TIGmas Day #11 – Turtle Doves

Today’s very-late-sorry-about-that TIGmas story is for @hopes-handicrafts, a loyal reader who has requested I take my first foray into Cobra Husbands territory! I may have deviated a bit from your original prompt, but hopefully it scratches the itch that you were wanting it to! This is just part 1, and part 2 will be the fun one (see trigger warnings for some details).

Enjoy, everyone!

Summary: It’s your first Christmas spent with both Terry and John, and everyone is nervous about what to give the others. While you’re confident in Terry’s (often overwhelming) love for both you and John, as well as your own feelings for both men, you’re still unsure of John’s feelings for you with the spirit of Betsy still a looming presence in everyone’s mind.

TW: Oral sex (male and female giving and receiving); teasing; dirty talk; marking; toys; anal sex; vaginal sex; M/F, M/M, M/F/M

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Turtle Doves

Chapter 1: A little bird told me…

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Reader’s POV:

- Early December -

Things are looking festive in the Ennis House as you prepare for Christmas.

You had been quite persuasive when making your case to Terry about letting you decorate the mansion for the holiday, even accepting the executive credit card he had been trying to force you to accept for the better part of two years. Yes, a willingness to spend his money combined with the show you had put on for him and John had been more than enough to win him over, it would seem.

This will be your first Christmas celebrated together as a threesome – Terry had been away on business for the first year, John going radio silent the next – and you’re uncharacteristically nervous. Both men hadn’t exactly had stable, loving upbringings, and while your own had been modest, you had grown up surrounded by love, especially at Christmas. You’re determined to make this first holiday together something special, no matter what it took.

With the house now decorated like a Winter Wonderland, you had sat both of your men down to discuss what everyone wanted to do to celebrate. As per usual, John had no requests of his own but was willing to be a good sport about whatever you and Terry wanted. Terry had no requests for the holiday itself, just a list of galas and other events he wanted the two of you to accompany him to earlier in the month – nothing seemed to please him more than showing up to a swanky event with the two of you, his gaze just daring anyone to comment on the presence of his two committed lovers.

Your own desires are relatively simple: Christmas Eve and Christmas Day spent together, and the staff given those days off paid, letting the three of you celebrate in privacy. Terry had whined, trying to negotiate for at least the chef to stay, but you weren’t having any of it.

It had surprisingly been Johnny that had stepped in, whispering a proposed compromise in your ear: namely, wearing a frilly little apron and not much else if you were going to insist on acting like the hired help. Terry leapt on the suggestion, always thrilled with the opportunity to dress you up like a little doll, his possessiveness on full display.

Then came the discussion of gifts.

To your mild irritation, neither man is open to negotiations about anything in this regard. Terry adamantly refuses any sort of a spending limit, no matter how much you argue. You’d been surprised that John hadn’t been on your side in this matter, until it had come out that Terry and John would not be exchanging gifts for the holiday, as per a longstanding agreement from well before you came into the picture. Something about being romantic in that way with the other man crossed a line for John, and he steadfastly refused the holiday tradition. Terry had apparently thrown a fit about it at first, but once John had given into Terry spoiling him every other day of the year, the man had – albeit reluctantly – accepted it.

So now you are in the awkward position of having to think of gifts for both men – the one who has everything and the one who refuses to ask for anything, ever – as well as accept gifts from the pair of them. You aren’t sure which part of the situation has you the most anxious.

John excuses himself to head to the dojo for the day, while Terry announces that he’ll be working in the home office today, taking the time to kiss you breathless on his way out.

The moment you’re alone in the parlour, you let out a deep sigh. You know that you should be counting your blessings every minute of every day, getting to be loved by two gorgeous men and wanting for nothing, and you are, but…

Sometimes you’re unsure about where you stand with John.

While Terry could turn his emotions off in an instant when the situation called for it, he was otherwise emotional in the extreme… for better or for worse. Being with him was intense, nearly overwhelming at times, but the depth of his passion and love for both you and John was something that you had never doubted, even for an instant.

John and Terry’s relationship had been strangely fascinating to watch, even from the beginning when they hadn’t even started courting you yet. Their connection was unmistakable, and so deep – they seemed to be able to anticipate the thoughts and actions of the other without having to speak. The passion they exuded when they were together rolled off of them in waves – their need for the other always desperate and all-consuming. You suspect it has something to do with the war.

You know that Johnny loves you, you do. And yet, there’s always this lingering doubt in your mind, a gap between the two of you. It’s something that you’ve wrestled with internally for the entirety of your nearly three year relationship. In the beginning, you had cut yourself and John some slack – the relationship was still new, and sometimes feelings took awhile to develop.

But as the months went on, stretching into years, it’d become a growing source of concern. You suspect that you know what it is, but just thinking about it has you feeling guilty, feeling despicable.

You don’t think he’s over Betsy.

Not only was she his first love, but she had been taken from him so suddenly after months apart. There had been no closure, and there never would be. It only made sense that he would always carry a torch for her. Maybe he felt guilty, like he was betraying her by being with another woman – he never seemed to have the same hesitation in his touches to Terry, and you suspect the difference in gender accounts for it.

Your heart goes out to him, and you can’t blame him for feeling and acting the way he does, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t hurt when you see that look in his eye or the sudden stiffness that comes over him when he touches you sometimes. What if it never went away?

“What’s wrong?”

You jump, not having heard Terry’s approach – though that was nothing new, the man had the uncanny ability to move with the stealth of a jungle cat. Whirling around, you find him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as though he’s trying to find the answer written on your skin.

“Nothing, Terry – just lots to do this month!” you say, giving him a forced smile as you hop to your feet. “It’s not going to be easy, shopping for the man who has everything. I should go get ready and head out,” you add as you hastily make your escape, moving past him and heading down the hall.

“Do not walk away from me.”

You freeze mid-step, your spine straightening from the authoritative tone in Terry’s voice. He very rarely used that tone towards you; he was already intimidating enough in a dozen other ways.

His footsteps are barely audible on the marble floor as he approaches you, coming around to stand in front of you, so close that your nose nearly brushes his chest. A large, firm hand reaches up to grip your chin, turning your face up to face his scrutinizing gaze. His bright blue eyes are always so intense that you swear he could see straight into your body, your mind, your soul.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N,” he demands, his voice startlingly gentle.

“Nothing is wrong, Terry,” you clarify, trying to look away from his stare but finding your body utterly unwilling to cooperate.

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” Terry warns, the corners of his mouth turning down into the slightest hint of a frown. “Now, if I have to ask you one more time –”

“Okay, okay!” you interrupt, not wanting Terry to get any more forceful. It had happened before, and likely would again, but you want to keep those instances few and far between. “But please, not here. Can we go somewhere private?”

He doesn’t respond, merely snatching your wrist in a firm grip and pulling you along behind him, leading you down the hall to one of the many powder rooms of the Ennis House.

The door isn’t even fully closed before he’s got you pressed against it.

“Talk.”

“First of all, everything’s fine, okay?” you say in an attempt to be reassuring, but Terry seems to take it as an evasive manoeuvre, his eyes narrowing.

“It’s just John.”

Every muscle of Terry’s body goes completely still – you wouldn’t be surprised if his heart had stopped beating. Trying to keep your hands from trembling, you reach up and cradle his face, forcing yourself to stare into his bright, unblinking eyes. Terry may have demanded this information, but you still need to be cautious in how you deliver it.

“I look at you, Terry, and I see how… how in it you are, with me and with John. I never doubt the way that you love me or him; I don’t think I could if I tried,” you tease, smiling up at him as you watch his gaze soften at your words.

“And I think John loves me too, Terry. I really do. But sometimes…” you trail off, trying to explain this delicately and in a way that doesn’t make you seem selfish and callous.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m competing with a ghost.”

Terry lets out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut, and you immediately rush to do damage control.

“I don’t blame him for it or anything, I swear! But Betsy was his first love, probably his true love, and sometimes he gets this look in his eye and I just know that he’s thinking of her, and I don’t know what to do. I want to be okay with this, Terry, but what if it goes on forever?” you ask, your face crumpling. You feel a weight off your chest as you finally confess all this to Terry, even as the stress of his response feels like it’s squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“You need to talk to Johnny about this.”

“No!” you shout, the word escaping you in a panic before you have time to think.

“No,” you repeat at a more reasonable volume. “It wouldn’t do any good, Terry. I don’t want to push him on this, or make him feel bad or anything like that. It’s just… it’s hard, sometimes, especially knowing he’s never gonna get closure when it comes to her. It just makes me worry about what it means for us; for all of us,” you confess, feeling your heart ache at the conflict going on behind Terry’s eyes.

Moving slowly, you wrap yourself around him and pull him close.

“Please don’t tell John about this, okay?” you plead, your foreheads touching. You kiss him deeply, nearly desperately in an attempt to coax him into taking your side with this. “I don’t want him to feel bad for something out of his control. It’s my problem and I’ll make my peace with it, and everything will be fine. I’ll make it fine,” you promise him firmly, needing him to believe you. You’d seen Terry willing to burn the world down around him because of a slight against either you or John, and the idea of him having to deal with a problem between his lovers was likely to drive him mad.

“Okay?” you ask him, searching his blue eyes for any hint of doubt, and he returns your stare unblinkingly. Rather than responding, he presses you more firmly against the door and kisses you possessively. Helpless to resist you return the gesture, standing up on your toes to better reach him until his large hands cup the curves of your ass to lift you off the ground effortlessly, your legs locking around him as he pins you back against the door with his hips.

You aren’t sure how long the two of you are locked away with him devouring you, but your senses start to return as you’re redressing after a quick, much-needed fuck, perched on the powder room countertop. Neither of you have spoken more than two words to one another during your tryst, and those were all limited to dirty talk, sweet nothings or desperate pleas. Still, Terry picks your previous conversation back up without missing a beat, tilting your chin up so he can gaze into your eyes.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he breathes, one side of his mouth curling up in a boyish grin. “Your secret is safe with me.”

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Terry’s POV:

“Johnny, I gotta talk to you about something,” Terry demands, barging into the dojo sometime later. John is just finishing up with a class, his expression impassive as he looks up at the sudden intrusion, but Terry recognizes the signs of worry in the older man. He doesn’t wait for John’s response, knowing that he won’t receive one until the two of them are alone, and carries on to the back office, making himself comfortable as he waits.

John enters the office several minutes later, radiating tension. “What do you need?”

Terry takes a moment to ponder the other man, slowly uncrossing his feet and removing them from the desk standing between them in the small room.

“It’s about Y/N.”

John levels him with a look that reveals so much suffering it nearly has him staggering back. “What is it? Is she alright? Is she hurt?!”

“No, no, Johnny!” Terry hops up and immediately moves to soothe, belatedly realizing that may not have been the best approach given John’s history and paranoia. “She’s fine, everything’s fine,” he coos, stroking the man’s bicep and giving it a comforting squeeze until the faraway look leaves John’s eyes.

“Maybe start with that next time,” John says gruffly, folding his arms across his broad chest. Terry nods, a tad sheepish under his old Captain’s gaze, kissing him by way of apology as though he could breathe any remnant of you still on his lips into Johnny. He pulls back quickly, knowing that any further stalling wouldn’t be approved of.

“She loves you,” he offers, wanting to make that point perfectly clear before continuing.

“She loves you too,” Kreese counters, confused by the turn in conversation. “And we love her.”

“She feels like she’s never going to measure up in your eyes.”

A tad blunt, sure, but John Kreese had always been a man for bluntness, if not absolute honesty.

“To you? That’s ridiculous – she’s not in competition with you.”

“Not me, Johnny. With Betsy.”

John tenses up, every muscle of his body clenched tightly with tension, and Terry is helpless but to watch the man he loves relive the anguish brought about by any conscious thoughts of his first love.

“What.” John growls the word gruffly, and not as a question.

“Johnny, it’s not –”

“She tell you this?” he asks, looking up into Terry’s eyes and somehow managing to make him feel small. Only Johnny had been able to make him feel like this over the past two decades; if he had his way, it would only ever be Johnny that could. John’s expression is guarded and frustrated, and Terry braces himself to handle this situation delicately, the way both of you deserve.

“I dragged it out of her, yeah,” he admits, tugging at his dark ponytail self-consciously.

“What else?”

“What do you mean?” Terry asks, even as he tries to filter through the information he’d gleaned from his earlier conversation with you, rapidly trying to decide what should be divulged, and how.

“I mean what else did you drag out of her? I know you wouldn’t have stopped until you had everything wrung out of her,” John demands impatiently, arms crossed in front of his broad chest.

“She doesn’t want you to feel bad. She didn’t want me to tell you,” he says delicately, hoping that this prevents John confronting you and revealing that Terry had broken his promise to you in the process. If the two of you weren’t so damn stubborn all the time…

“Then what exactly am I supposed to do with this?” John’s tone seems dismissive, but Terry can see right through it, knowing that the other man is feeling deeply insecure and unsure of what course of action to take. Terry’s heart goes out to him, trying to explain further.

“She feels like you’re not as committed to her as you are to me, because of… Well, I’ve never had to worry about competing with an ex-lover the way she is now. It’s different with you and me.”

Kreese’s brow furrows as he thinks this over, and Terry is grateful the man actually seems to be taking his words to heart.

“So what do I do?” he asks almost desperately, and Terry is taken aback by such a show of vulnerability in his otherwise infallible partner.

“You need to let her know that there’s no competition in your eyes. Really let her know that you’re serious about her, about us.”

“How?”

“Your Christmas present,” Terry replies as though it were obvious, watching the older man’s face fall at the suggestion.

“Ter, I don’t have that kind of…”

“It’s not about how much you spend,” Terry interrupts, clarifying the man’s objective for him. “Hell, you’ve seen how grumpy she gets when I spoil her. It’s about what it means.”

“Christ, Terry. You know I’m no good at this type of thing…” John runs a hand down his face in exasperation, all but pleading for Terry to just tell him what to do already, and while Terry wishes he could, he knows that this is the one time it isn’t an option.

“I can’t help you with this, Johnny – she’ll see right through it. It’s gotta come from you. You’ve got a couple weeks, you’ll think of something.”

“And if I don’t?” John asks with a doubtful snort. Ignoring the man’s lack of faith, Terry pulls out yet another platinum executive card from his wallet, moving to offer it to the man even as he shies away from it.

“Look, take this –” he forces the piece of plastic into the other man’s palm, holding it firmly in place. “Take it. Just for this, if you want. You may not even end up needing it, but if you do it’s there for you.”

It was about time John accepted that Terry was more than happy to bankroll his entire existence, especially where their woman was involved. He might not be able to offer suggestions to the man, but he could ensure that whatever he decided to buy for you wouldn’t be restricted by something as inconsequential as cost.

“I won’t use it, Ter,” John vows, and Terry keeps from rolling his eyes. “But if I do, I’ll get you back for it.”

“You already have,” Terry murmurs sincerely, his eyes shining with devotion as he gets on his knees before the man to thank him for his efforts.

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Christmas Eve, late night

Reader’s POV:

You are sick of waiting.

The past few weeks have been incredibly difficult for you; you’re grateful that DynaTox and the dojo had kept your men busy during the day and exhausted during the night. You had managed to keep them satiated while keeping your present for them secret, currently disguised as a wicked bruise from karate – one of the other sensei having sworn to back up your story. You’re sure that Terry at least has his suspicions, but neither man has pressed you for further information.

The three of you had enjoyed a relaxing Christmas Eve together at the Ennis House, enjoying the quiet of the otherwise empty mansion. You had spent the first half of the day in the kitchen, readying meals for today and tomorrow so that you don’t have to worry about cooking. Well, more specifically your cooking being ruined because Terry had taken John’s suggestion about having you wear an apron to heart. The frilly garment left little to the imagination, and Terry hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of you, taking every opportunity he could to feel you up while John watched from his barstool across the counter.

John had been more distant than usual lately, tense almost, and you had tried your best to ignore it, knowing that this mental and emotional distance was better than him physically disappearing for months on end as he had done in the past. While you knew that Terry always had him tracked by a PI during those periods, you’d never known where John had gone or what he’d been doing. You suspect it’s better that you don’t find out.

After you had finished up in the kitchen and been “permitted” to dress in actual clothing once more, the three of you had retreated to one of the living rooms. While decorated for the holiday season along with the rest of the rooms, this one was relatively open with its high ceilings and bay windows, as well as Terry’s favourite grand piano. He had treated the two of you to an impromptu concert, playing for you both while you and John rested comfortably on the couch. Following the renditions of classical pieces he had turned on the radio, weaving in his own melodies on the keys.

Much to your surprise, Johnny had stood up, offering you his hand almost shyly and asking you to dance. You had eagerly accepted, swaying in his arms to the music and noting not only how John’s hard blue eyes softened as he held you, but that Terry’s gaze was hardly on the keys. Instead, his bright blue orbs tracked the pair of you as you danced, a fiercely possessive expression on his face.

Not too long after that, Terry had pitched – demanded – that gifts be opened at midnight rather than waiting to the morning, something which has you both nervous and relieved. The evening had become something of a blur to you after Terry’s announcement as your anxiety built, and before you know it the three of you are sitting in front of the largest Christmas tree in the house. Terry and John lounge on the couch with drinks while you have sprawled out on the plush rug close to the fire. Your seating choice was mostly inspired by nostalgia – Christmas mornings spent sitting on the floor around the Christmas tree with your family – but also to prevent the two of them (alright, mostly Terry) from deciding to unwrap you too soon, spoiling the surprise.

“I’ll go first,” Terry decides for the group, sliding a stacked tower of beautifully wrapped gifts out from beneath the tree and over to you. “Merry Christmas, beautiful.”

“Ter-ry!” you whine his name at him. “This is too much!”

“I don’t believe we set a limit,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. “Now open them,” he instructs with a twinkle in his eye.

Nibbling your lip, you open presents one by one, revealing an array of extravagant sex toys and lingerie sets that have your cheeks reddening under the dark and watchful gazes of your lovers. Most of the items have been monogrammed, either with T.S., J.K. or both sets of initials, and your breathing gets more laboured as you go through all the gifts.

“Terry, tell me that these aren’t real diamonds,” you plead with him, holding up a real silver chain connecting bejeweled clamps for your nipples and clit. The very look of such a device has you shivering with desire, but you don’t need them to be anywhere near so expensive.

“Only the best for you, Y/N,” Terry purrs, confirming your suspicion about the stones decorating the toy. You blush at his sincere tone, knowing that he means what he says quite literally. You’ve come a long way in terms of accepting his habit of showering you in expensive gifts, but it still feels strange being so spoiled by anyone.

“Thank you, Terry,” you murmur coyly, crawling over to kneel between his legs and pulling him down for an appreciative kiss.

“You wanna thank me? Let us try that one out tonight,” he leers against your lips, making you giggle.

“Should I give you both your gift next?” you ask nervously, your hip burning like it knew it was a secret. You look between both of your men for confirmation, hoping that they’ll play along with your instructions to help the big reveal.

“One present for both of us, eh?” Terry says with a mock huff, grinning at you.

“Like you’ve ever had an issue sharing with John before,” you tease, sticking your tongue out at him.

“I’ll go next,” John says suddenly, interrupting your taunting match with Terry. He gets to his feet, holding out a hand to you on the carpet where you sit perched next to the Christmas tree. You accept the gesture, confused as to what present required you to stand up but letting him pull you to your feet all the same. He rests his forehead on your own for a moment, staring deeply into your eyes and planting a sweet, chaste kiss on your lips. “Come with me.”

“What? Where are we going? What about Terry?” you babble, confused by how uncharacteristically secretive he’s being – that was more Terry’s forte.

“I’ll wait for you both here, I think,” the younger man says knowingly, drinking indulgently from his glass of scotch and staring into the roaring fire with the barest hint of a smile twisting the corners of his mouth. So he knew what was going on, then…

“I… okay,” you agree shyly, feeling butterflies in your belly as your nervous anticipation grows. John slides an arm across your shoulders, tucking you under his arm to whisk you away.

John leads you through the Ennis House to the solarium, largely out of use due to the loss of sunlight and gloomier weather of the season. Amongst the foliage, a large domed object draped in a sheet stands in the centre of the room, a big bow stuck to the top. John releases you from his grasp, and you find your feet moving of their own accord towards the gift, burning with curiosity. You hear John closing the French doors to the room behind you, his footsteps quiet as he joins you once more.

“What’s all this about, Johnny?” you ask timidly, turning to face him.

“Go on, Dollface,” he urges you to lift the curtain in a whisper. “But try to be gentle and quiet.”

Somehow even more puzzled and intimidated by this mystery than you were before, you reach for the fabric, slowly pulling it away to reveal a large wrought-iron birdcage. Perched inside, a pair of birds huddle close together, nestling into their feathers as they sleep. You look at them wonderingly for a long moment, a small smile playing at your lips, before turning to John. He’s got his thumbs hooked through his belt loops, his hands clenched into fists as he gauges your reaction, and you realize with no small amount of shock that the otherwise unflappable John Kreese is nervous.

“You got me birds?” you ask in delight. It’s a sweet gesture, though you aren’t sure of the reasoning behind his choice in the gift.

“Yeah, turtle doves,” he says gruffly, his jaw still clenched.

“No partridge in a pear tree?” you tease, trying to get him to relax. “They’re beautiful, John, thank you.”

“They’re a mated pair,” he informs you, his gaze moving from you to the birds. The opposite of Terry, he was never able to look someone in the eye when being open and vulnerable.

“They do that, so they’re symbols of romance and eternal love and all that,” he trails off, still unable to look at you, and now you understand.

“Johnny…” you breathe softly, and to your surprise he turns to look you in the eye. Reaching out with his large, rough hands, he gently takes your own, his dark eyes blazing and rivaling Terry’s in their intensity.

“I know I’m not one for words when it comes to this sort of thing, Y/N,” he mumbles, and you struggle to hear him over the sound of your racing heart. “I’m not like Terry.”

“You don’t have to be,” you breathe, hating to interrupt but needing to reassure him. “I love you for who you are, John.”

“I know you do, Doll, and I’m grateful for it everyday. And I… I don’t think you have any idea just how much I love you.”

It can’t be healthy, the way your pulse just went from a mile a minute to skipping a beat.

“John,,,” All you can say is his name, tears pricking your eyes. He takes your face in both hands, his callused thumbs brushing away the tears that escape, and shushes you.

“You are the most incredible woman I have ever met,” he murmurs, still cradling your face, and your breath hitches. “I didn’t think that anything like you existed for me but you prove me wrong everyday, and I’m so grateful for that. You bring me so much light, and I know that it’s the same for Ter, and I–”

You never would’ve thought that you’d be in a situation where you want John Kreese to stop talking about his feelings, but you can’t help but cut him off, your heart unable to take anymore.

Leaping into his arms, you wrap yourself around him and kiss him with everything you’ve got, pouring the overwhelming emotions coursing through you into every touch. John recovers quickly, holding you up and against him as he kisses you back possessively, clearly more content to show rather than tell when it comes to the depths of his feelings for you.

You deepen the kiss, desperately pulling his face towards yours, but before you can get too carried away the two of you are interrupted by an indignant squawking. Breaking apart, the two of you turn to look over at the cage, where both birds are glaring at you with their beady eyes.

“We should let them sleep,” you say with a giggle, wriggling out of John’s arms so that you can cover the birdcage with the sheet once more. Taking his hand in both of your own, you tug him towards the French doors with a flirty smile on your face.

“Come on Stud,” you purr, giving him a wink. “It’s time for you and Ter’ to open your present.”

Okay but they really are cute together...

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Bonus points to anyone who can guess what her present to her boys is!

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[mrgriffiths]

Oh wow...

I can totally see this happening, and I love the lighter note right there because Terry 😭

What if John disapproved of beloved? Would Terry go as far as leaving them, Is he more loyal to him than to beloved?

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Okay, I mean, to answer this, we got to research the supposed thirty something years of weird stalemate and absence John Kreese had in Terry's life and how Terry said, to quote, 'It's the best thing that's ever happened to him', which sounds like something someone embittered who had his heart broken by a close friend would more or less say anyway in the vein of 'You left!? Well, guess what!? It did me a world of good!' even though they're still hurting and reeling and probably will for the rest of their lives. Even their world actually collapsed when it happened.

I actually believe Terry Silver has a limit in patience. Perhaps not in devotion.

But, in patience? Yes.

Terry literally had the Cobra tattoo removed from his rib at some point or other and left a scarred maw behind because, well, yeah, if there's a brotherhood of two and one of the brothers leaves, there's no more brotherhood.

He's not a dog that can exactly be kicked without consequences.

You do it once and you wind up in jail under false charges, as witnessed with Kreese's case.

😬

I think his limit comes about when he tries everything --- and I do mean everything --- and nothing he throws at the wall for a person sticks or makes them happy. Truly content. Like in the case of John, Terry tortured a teenager for him, bribed referees, procured a champion, trained said champion, meanwhile, sent his depressed friend on a vacation, bought revenue locations for him all over town, offered him jobs time and time again, tried to bankroll his entire existence and ultimately, John still disappeared on him ---- or rather, made it clear he didn't want to be found. I think the fact Terry attempted so much and went truly and above and beyond for a friend only to still have that friend turn his back on him led to such a huge psychical shift and even breakdown for him that it shook Terry's existence and for a while, it is safe to say he indeed left John be for ages even though I'm convinced a man of his means undoubtedly knew exactly where the guy was; which means...Terry has the capacity to be loyal to himself and let the situation germinate untouched under extreme measures, and do so for thirty years. Ironically...it is still a form of devotion. If Johnny said, leave me be for the rest of my life, Terry could very well do it because it's anything Johnny says, always, for the rest of his life --- but I digress.

Point is; Terry Silver has limits.

Which means...if John didn't approve of beloved...and if it went to some really excessive measures where beloved's very existence could endanger their friendship, Terry Silver might just break away...but only ever if he himself considered beloved worthy enough for it. Very important to note.

He won't do this for just anyone. If for anyone.

Because I think Terry's self aware; like, don't figure he's gonna mess up half a lifetime of knowing John Kreese over someone he's randomly fucking or someone who's company he's effectively sponsoring, for example --- if John said he didn't like someone who has temporary written all over them, Terry could be very easily influenced by his Captain to leave such a person --- I mean, he very clearly leaves Cheyenne without a word and nobody can tell me it's, among others, not because it was blatantly obvious John didn't like her. So happened Terry internally agreed, cut his losses and moved on because he just about knew this would be the result of the relationship sooner than later anyway. You don't invest your stocks into a sinking ship; it's just basic business and Terry Silver's a businessman, first and foremost.

What if his relationship wasn't a sinking ship?

What if it was sturdy? Durable? Meant to last?

I think Terry would be heartbroken he has to do this, that he has to choose, that his hand is pushed like this, but he and John would have a huge fallout and it wouldn't be easy. It would be messy. Unhinged. Volatile. It would just about be the hardest decision Terry probably had to make where his connection to someone is concerned; he'd feel controlled. Ripped out of his own roots. Forced to choose. Lacking choices and authority, which he'd undoubtedly despise. He'd feel cornered --- and when a beast is cornered, it bites. It would leave behind this huge, gaping wound behind and Terry would try time and time again to make it work, but ultimately, if it didn't, he'd let John go and that would possibly just shatter his mind for a long while because here he was, attached at the hip with John since they were effectively boys in uniform and they were meant to die for each other, if need be, and here John was, leaving over something as offensive as Terry finding true love. John had his shot fair and square, Terry would be convinced --- with Betsy and Terry was happy for him when it happened ages ago, and now, when the opposite is true, John can't be happy for him!?

Terry Silver would be crestfallen and the distancing that takes place between him and John after this is probably the most sordid, complicated, layered and harrowing instance of two old friends falling apart imaginable to the degree if he ever had children with beloved he'd STILL downright name at least one of them John in spite of everything that happened because if the original had to be cut loose, Terry will create a new one literally out of his own flesh and blood mingled with beloved's and raise one that'll be so much a part of him he'll never leave or be able to because that's his child. His legacy. He'll have the upper hand this time. He'll ensure everything's under control. Everything will be as Terry Silver imagined it.

He'll have his own John. He'll fix the course of history this time around.

He'll have a second shot.

Terry's patience has a limit...but his devotion does not.

How's that for meta?

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"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌

𝑴𝒚 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅.."🖤

Thomas Ian Griffith as General Taligaro in Kull The Conqueror circa 1997

🎶: Back to Black - Amy Winehouse

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He walks in with that kind of energy, and it's over for me..

Where's the exit? He's going to be the end of me!!

Sir?!?!

All I want is that man smirking and walking around in his slutty gi

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #cobra kai #look at him!!!

[mrgriffiths]

Oh, absolutely. 🥹

Love this!!

Look at him! Doesn't he just seem so nice and trustworthy!? 👼🪽

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#terry silver #terry silver fanart #cobra kai #commission #kk3 #poorsona!terry silver #innocent i swear

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This is so cuteeee🥹🥹🫶

Love it!! @virgo-mess 🤍🤍🤍

The Birds and the Bees

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Chapter List

1.Alexithymia- The Inability to Express your Feelings Parts 1 and 2

2.The Woes of Adolescence/ What the heck Happened that Summer

3.Caught in a Summer Storm/ What the heck Happened that Christmas.

4.Summer Bluffs? Part 1

5.Disco, Strippers, and Margaritassss Part 2

6.Sleepless in a Hotel Suite Part 3

7.Shades of Pink

8.The Things I’ve Dreamed Part 1

9.Renewal Part 2

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TW: Again, nothing too bad really, mentions of child abuse and DV but nothing graphic, mostly just Cash being a little simp and thirsting after the girl next door, oh and CUTENESS BEWARE

Alexithymia- The Inability to Express Your Feelings Part 2

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"You're my first love, and I never had the courage to tell you. My love for you is pure, ageless. I knew it the first time I saw you bob for apples at your ninth birthday party. I've known it all our lives, and my love for you has grown as we've grown together, apart, and back together again" - Trudy Stiles

Cash’s Pov

Cash stirred early the next day to the comforting sound of waves crashing on the sandy shores of Manomet beach. He couldn’t really hear the waves of the Hudson River from his apartment back in Jersey City and that was one of the things he had missed the most about coming back home over the years. The golden streams of summer sunshine poured in through the open window of his childhood bedroom. The soft morning breeze swirled the pair of sage green curtains hung above the window gently, while Cash peered out it with a content smile on his face. Mornings like this always reminded him of Shay but then again, almost everything reminded him of her somehow.

Shaylee Harris the girl next door, his childhood best friend, and his first crush. Though looking back on it all now even Cashton Ewing could admit it was so much more than that. Shaylee Harris had single handedly been occupying his thoughts and dreams since he was fourteen, but really even before that because what seven-year-old comes up with a nickname like that for someone they don’t love even a little bit. His heart seemed to know he loved her before his brain did, he still remembered that Valentines Day back in eighth grade when he picked her up to go to the movies and the realization dawned on him, hit him like a freight train actually.

All it took was her floating out the front door in white frills of lace adorned with little pink cherry blossoms, the dress Cash had gifted her that Christmas because she stopped to look at it every time they went to the mall. Her hair was longer back then, her cascading curls of warm blonde were tied up halfway with a little pink ribbon and her green eyes looked captivating with the mascara coating her long eyelashes. Cash swore he felt his heart stop beating for a second though, as she got closer his heart was pounding so hard he was surprised Shay couldn’t hear it. It was the first time he felt butterflies in his stomach, the first time he ever felt nervous in the presence of his best friend, Shaylee Harris. He couldn’t take his eyes off her the entire drive to the movies, all he could think about was how pretty she was, how much he wanted to hold her hand, and how foolish he’d been for never appreciating holding her hand prior or looking at someone that beautiful. Cash to this day couldn’t figure out why his brain hadn’t noticed it before, though now it seemed his brain never wanted him to forget it. The onset of adolescence hit him with all its awkward buddings of more intense feelings, first love, sexual awakenings, steamy dreams and Shaylee Harris had single handedly sparked it all. Suddenly Cash didn’t just want to hang out with her, he wanted to kiss her, be with her, and touch her in ways he never had before, and no amount of time or distance ever made that go away. In fact, as the years passed by and Shay kept Cash at arm’s length his yearning for her only intensified, all-consuming in the deepest sense.

Cash sighed, taking a moment to stretch and glance at the clock while he dried his gray hair with a towel and walked over to his suitcase to pull out a pair of dark jeans and a shirt, a navy-blue button up with white stripes and short sleeves. Shay always said she liked it when he wore blue because it brought out his eyes; Cash thought it might help her get over the fact, he was waking her up so early. Shay hadn’t been a morning person her entire life and he was honestly surprised she picked a profession that required her to dedicate countless hours of her time. Especially because there was a point in time where they talked about their dreams enough for Cash to know the world of investment banking was never a world Shay had expressed a desire to be in. Of course, Cash knew Tyler, the scumbag, was most likely to blame for Shay shelving her dream but there was a small part of him the thought maybe he was to blame too.

Cash fumbled around his room, slipping into his clothes for the day and straightening out a few of his damp gray strands of hair. Cash crept out of his bedroom pointedly being as quiet as possible, he was sure his mom wasn’t up yet and really, he preferred to keep it that way if he could. He wasn’t prepared to receive another pep talk about telling Shay how he felt about her. Jo Ewing was too nosy for her own good, she, Shay’s mom, and Daisy’s mom had been Plymouth’s local gossipy hens for as long as he could remember. Cash had been hoping with Daisy and Pete’s childhood sweetheart wedding buzz, his and Shay’s ‘Will They, Won’t They’ romance would be overshadowed enough for it to blossom on its own, but it seemed everyone in Plymouth had other meddlesome plans in store for them….

 Cash whistled softly to himself and swiftly buzzed about the kitchen. He pulled a bag of coffee grounds and a can of coco powder out of one of the cabinets and waltzed over to his mom’s new espresso machine. Still whistling, Cash grabbed a gallon of milk from the fridge and carefully slid Shay’s delicate coffee mug off the cup rack. He’d gifted her a set of two for her birthday one year, two ombre style pink cups with two artfully placed cherry blossoms on the side. Cash wasn’t sure what happened to the other one, but this one had a permanent home right here, much in the same way Shay had a permanent home in his heart. Cash hit the power button on the espresso machine and gently placed Shay’s cup underneath it while he got to work on frothing the milk, mixing the coco powder, and adding strawberry syrup while he waited for the espresso to brew.

Cash had picked up a thing or two from his high school barista days, though he and Shay hardly saw each other during those summers she was working as a line cook at one of Daisy’s parent’s restaurants down in Cape Cod. Cash still made sure to have a latte ready for her each one of his shifts, chocolate covered strawberry was always one of her favorites and over the years Cash had figured out how to make the foam pink just for her. Hopefully, him showing up at her window with her favorite latte and a plate full of pastries would soothe some of her inevitable morning grumpiness because Cash didn’t want her to completely dread spending time with him today or any of the other says they were sure to busy sorting out wedding details. They were supposed to be getting a head start on all of Daisy and Pete’s quite purposeful, last-minute wedding planning. When Shay asked him yesterday if he had anything to do with Daisy and Pete ditching them, he said no and, it hadn’t been a total lie. They didn’t tell him they were planning to ditch them before lunch was over, but Cash did, however, know all about Daisy and Pete’s cupid play because he’d been in on it since Daisy showed up at his apartment three months ago. The same day she asked Shay to be her maid of honor, Daisy Martin made a stop in Jersey City to all but hound Cash into finally doing something about his twelve years long crush on his first best friend. Daisy all but broke down his front door in fact and given all the intense stuff that was going on the last time he’d even seen her, Cash expected as much. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk that time because Cash was in the process of being put on suspension for what he’d done to Tyler in the Plaza lobby…

Cash poured the rest of the ingredients into the freshly brewed espresso and gave it a good stir before pouring his now, pink steamed milk into the mug. Cash took the time to artfully pour the pink liquid in the shape of a heart before grabbing a breakfast tray and carefully setting the fresh latte on top of it. He quickly put everything back in place before grabbing one of his mom’s little porcelain plates and piling it with an assortment of macaroons and spring pastries. Cash carefully picked up the tray and made his way out of the back patio door, stepping out into the warm morning sunshine and the sound of crashing waves, he casually made his way to the back of the Harris house to Shay’s large window.

Cash couldn’t recall a time he ever actually used the Harris’ front door aside from the occasional holiday party. Crawling through Shay’s window and spending the night was such common practice for him, Maggie Harris always had a plate ready for him at the breakfast table. A fact which Cash still found hard to believe because his crush on Shay was so obvious towards the end, he found it strange neither his mom nor her parents seemed to care they cuddled and slept in the same bed unsupervised until they were teenagers. Awkward, shy, hormonal teenagers that were too self-conscious for their own good but still hormonal teenagers none the less. Though as he was recalling bits of his mom’s pep talk yesterday it would seem she and Maggie had been rooting for him and Shay to be together for some time now. She was rather vague, but Cash got the feeling there were bets placed on which kid would be walking down the aisle and with whom…

Cash peered through Shay’s large window still whistling softly to himself and let his knuckles rap against the glass obnoxiously, though he was mindful not to tip the tray in his other hand. Sometimes it took a little persistence to get the sleeping beauty up and moving, she was sure to be grumpy but to Cash spending the day with a tired grumpy Shaylee Rose was better than not spending the day with her at all. Cash pushed up on one of the white sills of the window and then the other only to find them both locked. He wasn’t sure what he expected, seen as how Shay hadn’t been home in two years but part of him hoped she’d at least remember to leave it unlocked for him the way she used to. Sometimes it felt like he thought about her way more than she ever thought about him even though Daisy tried to assure that wasn’t the case nor was it the reason Shay had pushed him away…

“Wakey wakey Cherry Blossom, we’ve got things to do and people to see! I made you your favorite” Cash said knocking on the glass a few more times with a slight blush on his cheeks. He wasn’t lying, Daisy did send over a pointedly, absurdly long list of tasks for them to complete, half of which purposefully involved taking a trip up to Boston. He could hear the loud, annoyed groan Shay gave him in reply even through the glass as she sat up in bed and glared at him through her half-drawn window shades with tired green eyes and adorable hair rollers in her golden hair. Cash bit down on his lip as he watched her shuffle out of bed in a cropped navy-blue pajama set with little white polka dots, looking very much like a little barbie doll. He hadn’t missed how curvy she’d gotten since the last time he’d seen her, having finally regained all the weight she lost being strapped to that dirt bag two years ago. She was practically glowing when he saw her step out of her car yesterday in that little green dress that just barely covered the curve of her now very plump ass and her breasts had gone up at least three cup sizes. Not that Cash cared all that much anyway, her body had always been a sight to see for him but all the extra stuff she had for him to grab now left him feeling particularly…FERAL. To put it simply.

Shay grumpily threw her shades up a bit further before unlatching her window and throwing it up to give him the most adorable attempt at a menacing glare he’d ever seen.

“Good morning beautiful, your pretty feathers shouldn’t be this ruffled first thing in the morning I dropped you off almost twenty hours ago. Any hangover symptoms should be out of your system so why are you so worked up?” Cash asked in a playful tone watching Shay roll those pretty green eyes at him.

“Gee, I don’t know, might have something to do with the Jolly Green Giant beating down my window at the butt crack of dawn” Shay said jutting out one of her childbearing hips in the most teasing way. Cash repressed a chuckle as he skillfully, threw a long leg over the windowsill and still managed not to tip the tray even the slightest bit. Before taking a careful seat on her window bench with a teasing smile on his face.

“It’s hardly my fault you forgot to unlock your window in your cocktail daze yesterday, Cherry Blossom. You know I always come in through the window, besides I brought you something, see” Cash said in the same playful tone, holding up the breakfast tray with an almost coy smile on his face. He took a minute or two to admire her skimpy yet oddly adorable set, up close. Her stomach was still toned in that feminine sexy type of way, but her hips and thighs now looked like plush little pillows Cash wanted nothing more than to bury himself in, in every way possible.

“Do you think my parents just leave unlocked lower-level windows around their house, Cashton. What do you got there, hello, are you listening to me?” Shay said pulling him out of his inner ramblings by snapping her fingers and raising a cute eyebrow at him. Cash smiled at her almost sheepishly as he felt his cheeks grow hot and his cock twitch adamantly against his thigh…

“What, yeah, I mean no, but I expected you’d leave it open for me like you used to Shaylee Rose. How else would I be bestowed the honor of being greeted by your pretty face in the morning? To think I made you this chocolate covered strawberry latte and everything” Cash said, tearing his wandering blue eyes off her perfect body and settling them back on her just as perfect face to throw her a suggestive wink. Cash watched Shay’s sun kissed cheeks tint a cute shade of pink under his gaze and her plump lips curved into a coy smile. Cash felt his heart and cock flutter in tandem the way they only ever did for her.

“You could use the front door like a normal person. Thank you for the latte, Cashy” Shay’s voice came out at him a bit softer this time and her green eyes looked amused rather than annoyed with him for the first time in ages. Aside from the little anonymous flirtation session they had yesterday, Cash hadn’t intended on dragging it out as long as he had but having her laugh and smile at him like she used to, was something he’d missed dearly as sappy as it sounded. Something about her felt so different when she came back to Plymouth after spending that summer with her aunt in LA but even before that really. Cash remembered the way she locked herself in her room the last day of school in eighth grade and how she didn’t come out for a whole week, Shay kept insisting she just didn’t feel well, and his mom and her mom assured him that it was just something teenage girls go through. That she’d eventually come around and things would go back to normal, but they never really did, she was distant and closed off. Cash thought for sure he had done something to upset her, though she insisted he hadn’t. She was right next door, right next to him even, but she felt worlds away…

“We both know I’m not a normal person Cherry Blossom. Silly girl” Cash chuckled, rising to his feet to give her a playful bop on the nose with his finger. Shay let out a soft, breathy giggle and rolled her still very amused misty, green eyes at him in a way only she could. Part of him couldn’t help but feel special, almost loved even, when she acted this way with him because moments like these were so far and few between them these days. Cash smiled down at her adoringly before walking past her to set the tray down on the coffee table she had in front of her couch. The couch and coffee table weren’t there back in those days when he regularly used to crawl through her window. After she’d gotten back from LA Shay, for whatever reason, had decided to redo her whole room over in soft mature shades of blue, white, and gray. Sometimes Cash missed the bright shades of pink and orange that once blanketed the room in all its floral splendor.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet? Have you even picked out an outfit for today?” Cash asked, steering their conversation in the direction he needed it to go. He watched Shay take a seat on the couch and look down at the coffee and the mug it was in with glossy eyes. “Are you okay?” Cash asked with concern swirling in his blue eyes as he looked down at her.

“Yeah, I’m fine Cashy, this coffee just looks too pretty to drink… I didn’t pick out any clothes because I thought we’d be doing our planning at a reasonable hour.” Shay said, Cash could tell the smile she gave him was forced and watched the way she rapidly blinked the tears brimming her pretty green eyes away. Part of Cash wanted to push her to tell him what was bothering her but another part of him told him it wouldn’t be a good idea.

“How on earth did you make it in the world of investment banking if you can’t handle me waking you up at 8:30?” Cash said in a teasing tone, Shay cracked a genuine smile, and he was happy to see her start to nibble on one of the macaroons.

“The stock market doesn’t open until 9:30 and I’m on sabbatical, sleeping in is a right when you’re on one of those, you know. Maybe you should give it a try Officer Ewing” Shay said coyly, Cash chuckled under his breath and made his way towards her walk-in closet.

“I’ll only give it a try if you promise to be by my side when I do it, Cherry Blossom. You never did get around to showing me New York or NYU, you know. As long as you remember to leave the window unlocked for me, I promise I won’t force you out of bed until 9:30.” Cash said once more in a teasing tone before walking into her closet and skimming through the few things she had hung up from her suitcase.

“I’m holding you to that Cashton Micheal, if you’d have told me, you were in Jersey City, I would’ve given you the grand New York experience if you’d only asked.” Shay called after him. Cash heard the faint sound of her phone buzzing somewhere back out in her bedroom as he pulled a pretty, little white floral sundress with a very revealing halter neckline off her closet rack. Cash couldn’t help but bite his lip at the mere thought of her in something so innocent looking but somehow completely tantalizing all the same. It also just so happened to fit the dress code of the restaurant he was going to take her to, before they got a start on their to-do list. Although Daisy and Pete had encouraged him to talk about his feelings for Shay, Cash didn’t see any harm in also showing her how he felt about her. Cash had never really been good with words when it came to him and Shay in the later years of their friendship. She didn’t really seem to respond that well to his overt flirting and lighthearted teasing over the years so he’d resulted to small displays of affection, like making her a latte every one of his shifts or buying more boxes of her favorite candy at the movies than she could eat. Today his romantic display of choice was taking her to one of Boston’s top rated, romantic restaurants. Cash made his way back into her bedroom to find Shay skimming through her phone as she let out a long sigh.

“Everything okay?” Cash asked curiously, peering down at her to see she had finally started taking a few sips of her latte. Shay nodded her head and met his gaze with the faintest blush on her cheeks.

“Um, yeah, just sweet old Daisy adding another thing to our obnoxious to-do list. Looks like we’re heading up to Boston if that’s alright with you. Apparently, Daisy forgot she had an order to pick up at Wacoal when she and Pete were up there yesterday. You know, because they got…busy in the car…” Shay trailed in a slightly, sassy tone. Cash bit down on his lip as he recognized the name of the shop embarrassingly fast, though how could he forget that a great deal of Shay’s teasing little pajama sets had been purchased there. He should’ve figured Daisy would plan something like this to torment him into a confession, it would probably work too, just imagining Shay among enticing rows of lace and frill had his head spinning already.

“Sure, she just happened to forget to pick up her wedding night babydoll…Here put this on for me.” Cash said slightly breathless as he held up the sundress with an obvious blush on his cheeks. Shay raised her eyebrow at him again adorably, taking a longer sip of her latte and another nibble out of the pastel cookie.

“Hmmm, how did you know Wacoal sells wedding night babydolls, Cashton? That dress is a little fancy to just go shopping, are we going somewhere special?” Shay asked, her green eyes looked curious and sheepish as they met his but the hopeful tone that came out in her voice towards the end made Cash’s heart melt. It amazed him how Shay could be so fully self-aware and amazingly quick-witted but still not know Cash would die to make even the smallest thing feel special for her. Cash wasn’t sure why such a thing surprised him because their spat at lunch yesterday confirmed she didn't remember the fact that they had talked and seen each other two years ago…

“Yeah, I’m taking you out for brunch darling, so go get ready alright…” Cash said softly, trying not to let his brain get lost in such a hurtful memory. He focused on the pretty, yet sheepish smile she gave him before bouncing off to her bathroom to change. Cash let out a deep sigh and took a seat on the couch. Shay emerged from the bathroom sometime later, with her blonde hair in voluminous waves, her bangs cascading over her forehead and her makeup effortlessly applied, the floral sundress fit her new figure perfectly. Cash couldn’t explain it, but she looked like summer to him, soft, delicate, and warm in a way that evoked nothing but love and happiness within him. Cash forgot where he was for a second as he watched her walk towards her closet to fetch a pair of shoes.

“Pick the closed toed Gucci wedges, the restaurant apparently has a thing against sandals” Cash said with a small smirk on his face, Shay poked her head outside of the closet door for a moment and cutely arched an eyebrow at him from across the room. Cash chuckled under his breath, already having a general idea of what stopped her so abruptly in her cute tracks.

“Cashton Ewing knows designers now and yet, chooses to dress like a cute little mechanic.” Shay said with an amused note of disbelief in her voice before disappearing into her closet and reemerging with the shoes he had recommended. Cash couldn’t help but blush under her gaze, but it was mostly because the only reason he knew designers like that was because he’d seen her shopping on fifth avenue a few times… or trailed her there, its all the same to him really, no need to get technical…

“I’m a man of many talents Cherry Blossom. You and Daisy made Pete and I go to the mall with you almost the entirety of eighth grade, I was bound to learn a thing or two. Do you really think I look like a cute mechanic?” Cash said in a teasing tone, watching Shay’s cheeks tint a delightful shade of pink as she focused her attention on strapping on the designer shoes.

“Oh boy, I think I just saw your head grow three sizes, remind me to never use the word cute again. I know you went shopping with me and all, but you didn’t seem to like it, so I’m still allowed to be surprised Officer Ewing. I think I’m ready to go.” Shay said as she finished strapping on her shoes, Cash watched her rise to her feet and straighten out her dress before grabbing her purse off her nightstand. She looked absolutely breathtaking, and Cash found his eyes wandering all over her body again with a newfound hunger.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that….and I, um, didn’t like shopping, but I liked being with you, so it was a sacrifice I was willing to make. I’m assuming I’ll be making the same sacrifice later this afternoon. The mall with all the designer stores is like ten minutes from the restaurant, you know Cherry Blossom.” Cash said, forcing himself to focus his wandering gaze back on her face. Shay gave him a very timid smile in reply to his compliment.

“Thanks…It’s really all Daisy’s fault if you think about it, if she hadn’t forgotten her skimpy wedding night attire, we wouldn’t even be in the general vicinity Cashy.” Shay said with the same timid smile on her face. Shay wandered over to her bedroom door and gently pulled it open before shuffling out into the hallway and made her way toward the kitchen.

“Yeah, you’re right, it really is all Daisy’s fault” Cash chuckled, following her out of her bedroom and through the empty kitchen of the still Harris house. They quietly walked out of the front door into the warm summer air and walked down the front porch steps. Cash couldn’t help the sheepish grin that spread across his face when Shay gazed up at him with an amused but knowing glint in her green eyes.

“You can drive my car if you want…” Shay said in a cute, pointed tone as she gazed up at him with a coy smile and another cutely arched eyebrow. Cash looked down at her, feeling a touch bashful under her gaze.

“Are you sure, Pete dropped my truck off last night after I tore into him for ditching us, it’s just in the garage” Cash said softly with a bashful blush spreading across his cheeks. Shay nodded her head as she stared up at him with a large amount of amusement swirling in her pretty green eyes. Cash always loved the way her green orbs sparkled in the sunlight and the way they tinted a unique shade of teal when Plymouth’s deep blue water reflected in them on those long days they used to spend at the beach.

“Yeah, parking will be easier with my car, so here you go Cashy” Shay chuckled, handing him her keys with a coy smile on her face. Cash gladly accepted the keys from her small hand, but he found himself resisting the urge to wrap her up in his arms and twirl her around like a ragdoll.

“Alright, after you princess” Cash crooned, bounding down the driveway. Cash opened the passenger door of the slick green Audi with a giddy grin on his face as he gazed over at Shay adoringly.

“Princess? “Shay chuckled softly, Cash watched her make her way down the driveway and plop down onto the car seat with a giddy looking grin of her own. Cash bit his lip and gazed down at her for a moment before making his way to the other side of the car and slid into the driver’s seat.

“You’ve always been my passenger princess Cherry Blossom, don’t act so surprised” Cash said in a soft playful tone as he slid the key into the ignition and started the car. Shay looked over at him with a soft blush on her cheeks, Cash gave her a teasing wink and began to back the car out of the driveway.

“That was because Pete and Daisy were always trying to swallow each other in the back seat, and you were the first one to get a car out of the four of us.” Shay said gazing up at him from her spot in the car. Cash flashed her a reassuring smile and switched the car into drive to begin their short trip up to Boston for the day.

“Don’t get me wrong Shay, I loved having you next to me, you know. I’ve had no one to tell me when I’m going the wrong way for seven lonely years. I’ve missed you; you know. I’ve missed you a lot Cherry Blossom” Cash admitted sincerely, his blue eyes were soft and a bit vulnerable when they met her green ones briefly, from across the car. Shay gazed back at him in silence for a long moment, her eyes felt like they were trying to see inside of him, but her lack of response made Cash think he might have said the wrong thing too soon…

“I missed you too Cashy” Shay finally replied, just above a whisper after her green eyes seemed to find whatever it was they were searching for. Cash practically beamed at her as he turned the car on to the expressway. Shay smiled back at him, and Cash took note of the way her green orbs seemed to sparkle at him the same way they usually sparkled in golden beams of sunlight. As they began their short drive Cash couldn’t help but wonder if the sun was ever really the reason, they sparkled to begin with...

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The drive up to Boston was relatively quick but Shay made more small talk with Cash on the drive up than she had in years. Cash could tell she was excited by the way she rambled on and on about her favorite places to grab food while she was in Manhattan, her excitement made his heart swell. Though, Cash couldn’t tell if she was excited about going shopping later or if she was excited to spend as much time with him as he was with her. Both were welcome reasons to him though because just talking to her still gave Cash butterflies and made his heart flutter. He had missed the way it was when things used to flow this easily between them. Something that hadn't really happened since that Valentine’s Day back in eighth grade, it marked the beginning of his crush on Shay but also the start of her no longer expressing her feelings to him openly.

Cash still remembered walking out of the theater and into the lobby to find Shay with red puffy eyes. She wouldn't tell him why she was crying but she sure looked happy when Cash asked her if she wanted to go ice skating with him instead. They ditched Pete, Daisy, and annoying Opal May and went to the local ice rink where they giggled and shared hot chocolate like they always did. He still remembered how the wind caught ahold of the dainty pink ribbon in her golden hair, sending it swirling through the evening sky and how the pair of them chased after it until they fell.

They laid out on the ice for some time, laughing so hard they were on the verge of tears and yet, all Cash could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her. Then it started to snow, and the rink lights swirled around her in a way that made her look so much like an angel to him, Cash thought maybe he died. They eventually collected themselves enough to sit back up just as the dainty pink ribbon floated down from the sky and pooled in his lap. By then it felt like Shay was staring into his soul and he got too nervous to kiss her the way he wanted to. Before he knew it, they were eating pizza in her bedroom while they watched some Harrison Ford movie on her TV, the same routine they’d had for years but something about the way they held each other that night felt different. Nothing ever quite beat the feeling of Shay falling asleep on his shoulder after that night. At least until today…

From the moment Cash stepped out of the car it felt like everything between him and Shay seamlessly fell into place, and they found themselves in a familiar, yet comfortable little spot they hadn’t quite been in since they were teenagers. Cash knew Shay must have felt it too, because she let him hold her hand all the way from Contessa’s entrance up to their intimate roof top dining room. Cash wished he had his camera to capture the adorable, awestruck look on Shay’s face when they stepped off that elevator and ventured into Contessa’s elegant upscale waiting room. The look on her face only got better when they were led through the sun-soaked dining room and were sat at an intimate half circle booth overlooking the Boston Public Garden upon his request. They laughed and they talked, then they drank, and they ate in a carefree way that reminded him of the movie nights they shared with pizza in his moms’ basement. Only instead of his mom’s basement, they just so happened to be at one of Boston’s top rated romantic restaurants overlooking the very cherry blossom trees Cash named her after. Sadly, the trees weren’t in bloom but as brunch progressed smoothly, Cash got the feeling that maybe his and Shay’s “Will they, won’t they” romance was…

As brunch went on, they managed to steer away from their small talk topics and actually start catching up with one another. Cash wasn’t sure what it was, but something about this meal and this conversation suddenly made him feel closer to Shay than he had in twelve years. And it wasn’t just because Shay had gotten comfortable enough to throw her small legs on top of his halfway through, though he was very much enjoying having her practically on top of him. Cash had somehow managed to get Shay to talk about what pushed her to take a sabbatical in the first place, much to his delighted surprise. She was rather forthcoming about the teensy tiny mental breakdown she had at work a few weeks ago when one of their clients asked her, in her opinion, the dumbest question she’d ever heard. Cash couldn’t really blame her; he’d encountered his fair share of dimwitted customers in those fleeting days he spent behind a coffee counter in his youth.

“If you think that was a stupid question you should try explaining to a disgruntled soccer mom why the iced coffee she ordered had ice in it. I spent twenty minutes explaining the fact that I couldn’t make our hot coffee cold without adding ice and, she tried to get me fired.” Cash chuckled, Shay giggled and took another bite of her French toast with a small smile on her face.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why did you become a fancy VP of investment banking anyway? As I recall Cherry Blossom, you always talked about wanting to be a fancy chef, you were pretty darn good at it too, I still have dreams about that Brown Butter and Sage Squash Risotto you used to make with the, umm, little round pieces of fish things...” Cash trailed, looking over at Shay with a faint blush on his cheeks, he always seemed to forget basic English whenever he was around her. It didn’t help that Shay’s pretty green eyes were practically sparkling at him again. Cash couldn’t help but admire the way the golden mid-morning sun streamed in through Contessa’s large windows all around her because it made Shay look more ethereal to him than ever.

“…The scallops…” Shay chuckled with amusement swirling in her eyes as she gazed up at him. “Yeah, the scallops, but that’s not nearly as fun to say. So, I think I’m going to keep referring to them as ‘little round pieces of fish things” Cash said playfully, Shay shook her head at him and giggled softly to herself in a way that reminded him of that night at the ice rink all those years ago.

“Yeah, you asked me to make that dish for you a lot, Cashy. My mom still complains that she can’t get the smell of thawing scallops out of her fridge, but dad won’t let her buy a new one because it still works. And you’re right, I never wanted to be a VP of investment banking, but I didn’t get accepted into that culinary program I wanted and it’s kind of hard to practice in a college dorm room kitchen. Doesn’t matter now anyway, I don’t really cook anymore…” Shay admitted, Cash nodded his head though there was a big part of him that seriously doubted she didn’t get accepted into that program. Especially if she didn’t get any of the letters, he’d sent over the past seven years…

“The place on Wall Street was just the first place to offer me a job after I graduated, so I took it and now here I am, highly doubting I’m even going to go back.” Shay sighed; her green eyes looked heartbreakingly defeated to Cash as they stared back into his blue ones. Cash gave her a reassuring smile, tightening the arm he still had snaked around the small of her waist while his free hand ran down the length of her small shoulder and arm in soothing motions. It had been so long since Cash had been presented the opportunity to comfort her in such a way. She looked much too frail for him to touch that Thanksgiving they talked in his bedroom.

“Well, what’s stopping you from applying to another program Cherry Blossom, if you’re really unhappy with the job you have now?” Cash asked softly, continuing the soothing passes he was making on her arm as he gazed at her with soft blue eyes. He saw a faint blush spread across her cheeks, but Shay made no effort to pull away, in fact, she leaned further into him. Almost like she was contemplating whether to give him a hug or to move onto his lap completely. The mere thought of her doing either of those options had familiar butterflies fluttering in Cash’s stomach. Part of him wanted to do both, to pull her onto his lap and hug her forever but given their little spat yesterday, Cash wasn’t sure if Shay would be open to it.

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t know if it fits who I am anymore.” Shay replied softly. Cash gazed deeply into her green eyes for a long moment. He halted the soothing passes on her small arm and reached up to stroke her cheek with a tender sort of affection. Shay, once again, leaned into him and his touch the way she used to when they were just two kids seeking comfort. Cash remembered the day he vowed to always let Shay seek comfort in him, that night he crawled through her window wailing at the top of his lungs when he was only nine. It was the aftermath of his father’s worst alcoholic rage to date, the one that finally landed him behind bars though Cash was too battered to remember most of it. All he remembered was crawling through her window and the way both of them clung to each other so tightly. They screamed every time someone tried to separate them, both of them wholeheartedly refusing to let each other go. Shay ended up riding with him in the ambulance and spending the night with him in his hospital bed…

“You still seem like the same Cherry Blossom to me.” Cash crooned, dragging his thumb along the slope of her cheek gingerly because she deserved all the tenderness, he could muster for being the light in such an otherwise horrible memory. Shay’s green eyes softened a bit at him in a way that felt like she could see his soul the same way he saw hers.

“Is that a bad thing…” Shay said, her voice sounded vulnerable this time and her eyes looked unbearably fawn like as they stared back at him. Cash shook his head, still stroking her cheek with his thumb, he let a reassuring smile dance across his lips.

“Not at all, it means you were perfect to begin with Cherry Blossom. I think you should try your hand at cooking again, Shay, take this sabbatical as a sign that maybe New York just wasn’t what fit. They have a culinary school just over in Cambridge you know, you could move back home, follow your dream, and start over.” Cash said, never letting his smile waver or his thumb stop its passes over the soft skin of her rosy cheek. Shay’s plump lips curved into a soft smile and her eyes glittered with the slightest trace of amusement.

“Well, aren’t you just full of compliments and flattery today. Honestly, I wouldn’t know where to start with starting over, I haven’t been in a real kitchen in seven years.” Shay said, her voice was soft enough for her words to come out like a soft hum. It reminded Cash of the nights Shay used to sing under her breath when she thought he had fallen asleep. Cash may have feigned being asleep on more than a few occasions just to listen to her pretty voice. Of course, then he’d actually fall asleep because the lull of her voice was so soothing to him back then, Cash bet it still was.

“I’ll cook with you while you’re here, can’t promise you I’ll be any good, but I’m more than happy to help you out Cherry Blossom.” Cash said a bit over zealously, but it was enough to earn him one of Shay’s adorable giggles and one of her more tantalizing, coy smiles.

“I’m not so sure I trust you in a kitchen Officer Ewing.” Shay said teasingly, Cash chuckled softly under his breath and halted stroking her cheek for the briefest second to give her one of his playful bops on the tip of her little nose.

“That’s rude Cherry Blossom, bad girl” Cash chuckled, Shay rolled her green eyes at his playful antics, but her coy smile had spread into a full-on grin by the time her eyes locked with his once more.

“I’m kidding, mostly…. If my memory serves me correctly, I’m not the only one here that didn’t end up with their dream job, as I recall you wanted to be a photographer. So how did you end up being a cop Cashy?” Shay asked with curious looking green eyes. Cash let out a soft sigh as he started to recall the interview, he missed at The Art Institute of Boston that summer before Shay went off to NYU. Cash had been trying to find the will to ask her to stay and put off her big city dreams for just one semester so she could apply to a school in Boston, but he didn’t want to be the person to hold her back. Truthfully, he only decided to go to the academy because he thought he could move to New York after he finished to be closer to Shay a lot sooner. That he’d be the one to shelve his dream instead because being with her was worth more to him, it didn’t matter though, by the time he saw her again, that Christmas, she was already dating Tyler.

“The same as you really, somewhere along the way I lost the passion for it and I didn’t think I was good enough at it to make a decent living, so I went to the academy…” Cash said softly, it wasn’t a total lie. After Shay left and started dating Tyler, he didn’t have the drive to go back to school and do what he wanted to.

“That’s not true Cash, you were more than good enough to make a decent living if you wanted to. You won the school photography show case three years in a row, you are very gifted.” Shay said with sincere green eyes that made Cash’s stomach do happy little flips. He could tell by the look in her eyes and the lull of her sweet voice, she meant every word and that was worth everything to him.

“Look who’s full of compliments and flattery now.” Cash said teasingly, he wondered if Shay had noticed all the bashful blushes, she had coaxed out of him today. Or if she could hear the way his heart was pounding again.

“I’m serious Cashy, they don’t just hand out first place awards to anyone you know. You should pick up a camera and take some pictures while you’re here. I have no doubts you’re still extraordinary.” Shay’s tone was surprisingly overzealous when she spoke to him this time and Cash couldn’t help but feel incredibly smitten. It was like he was fourteen again, blushing and hanging on to her every word like it was gospel.

“I won with pictures of you every year Cherry Blossom, I don’t think they were awarding the man behind the camera half as much as they were the pretty girl in front of it. Can’t say I blame them; you were my muse after all.” Cash crooned, finding that he was once again overcome with an almost primal urge to kiss her the same way he wanted to at the ice rink when he was fourteen. Cash cupped the side of Shay’s face in the palm of his large hand and gazed at her for what felt like an eternity, grappling with the idea but ultimately deciding it would be too much, too soon…

“Cash, if you agree to take a few pictures while you’re here, I’ll agree to cook something with you…” Shay said softly, her green eyes looked like they were searching his blue ones for something again. They always seemed to be doing that and Cash so wished he could ask her what it was she was looking for…

“Promise?” Cash asked, though the coy smile on Shay’s face was all the answer he really needed. Shay nodded her head in reply slowly, Cash felt his heart skip a beat when one of her small hands moved to mirror his action. He felt the soft skin of her delicate palm brush against the slope of his cheek in the same tender, affectionate caress he had hers.

“Promise” Shay said just above a whisper,

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After brunch, Cash and Shay set out to complete the tasks on Daisy’s Boston list. The two managed to maintain the harmonious dynamic they had fallen into back at the restaurant. They didn’t delve much deeper than that talk they had about their dreams, but Cash certainly thought it was a good start. At least he knew Shay didn’t dread being with him all that much, in fact she had confessed on the car ride up that she had missed him. Probably a fraction of how much Cash missed her but at least, she missed him. Which gave Cash enough hope that maybe there might be something between them after all and that maybe them working together might not all be for nothing. They mostly just laughed and talked about the past, the way you only do with an old friend with whom you share so many memories with. They ventured in and out of shops, ate ice cream, crossed a few of Daisy’s busy bee tasks off the to-do list. and walked up and down scenic Boston sidewalks before heading to that fancy mall with all the designer stores. Cash quite enjoyed watching Shay flit around the stores like a chipper little fairy as she tried on outfits and bought more stuff than she needed. Cash insisted on paying for at least part of it because Shay’s birthday just happened to be a couple days before Pete and Daisy’s over the top wedding.

 Shay timidly declined Cash’s offer to pay for anything with the cute excuse that “Brunch can be my gift Cashy, don’t worry.” Cash knew what she was doing though and promptly replied with

“You’re not going to trick me out of buying you a gift Cherry Blossom, I’m a cop not a peasant. I can afford to buy you something nice, trust me.”

And Cash did just that as soon as she slipped into the next dressing room. They eventually got around to discussing plans and ideas for the bachelor parties again but ultimately didn’t come to a consensus, but hey, Rome wasn’t built in a day. Luckily Shay seemed to be on the same page, she didn’t try to push Cash into agreeing to her idea, just yet… but both of them knew from years of experience, Cash was bound to cave eventually. At least where Shay was concerned that is. They decided to make the drive back down to Plymouth just before rush hour. When the golden late afternoon sun was high in the cloudless blue sky. The atmosphere on the car ride back was a bit different this time around, Shay was quiet, but Cash didn’t get the feeling she was upset. It was more along the lines of that comfortable silence they had fallen into at lunch the day before when it felt like everything that needed to be said was said. Obviously, Cash knew that wasn’t the case, they still had so much to talk about, so much baggage to unpack, so much that was left to be said. Cash supposed he could sum it all up for her, with three simple words. And he could, because they were true, and they reflected how he felt about Shay his entire life but for some reason those three words just didn’t feel like enough…

“Alright, I’ve got the bags princess” Cash said in a teasing tone that cut through the comforting silence, just as he turned Shay’s car back into the Harris driveway. Shay let out a soft chuckle and shook her head at him with a coy smile on her face.

“I don’t think you realize what a slippery slope you’re on, Officer Ewing. Today you took me to brunch, chauffeured me around, carried my bags all day, and tried to talk me into letting you buy me gifts for my birthday. You won’t be able get rid of me if you keep pampering me this way you know” Shay said coyly, Cash chuckled and turned the key out of the ignition before turning to gaze at her adoringly.

“Oh no, the most beautiful girl in Plymouth is going to attach herself to my hip! What ever will I do. You forgot, made you a latte with a pink heart in it, that you, didn’t even compliment.” Cash said with a mock pout on his face, Shay scoffed at him though her smile never faltered.

“That’s not true, I said it looked very pretty and I really did appreciate it Cashy. I’m still holding you to your promise to not wake me up before 9:30 however.” Shay said, giving him a pointed look before she opened her car door. Cash chuckled again, opening his own door before scooping up all of Shay’s new purchases and stepping onto the driveway.

“I have every intention of keeping that promise Shaylee Rose, as long as you hold up your end of the deal” Cash said following her up the Harris porch steps with an amused smirk on his face. He could hear Shay giggling under her breath at him as she unlocked the front door and held it open with an amused smirk of her own.

“And what was my end of the deal again?” Shay said in adorable mock confusion, Cash rolled his eyes to himself and walked into the still quiet Harris house. Cash made his way towards Shay’s room on a wave of familiarity and instinct, he sat all her shopping bags by her closet door before turning to look at her one more time. Shay looked at him, seeming to fall back in her sheepish proclivities from earlier this morning and a brief awkward silence hung in the air.

“So, I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow at 9:30 then…” Cash trailed, Shay nodded her head in acknowledgement but appeared to be lost in one of her daydreams. “Alright, then see later Cherry Blossom” Cash said having the sudden feeling that he was intruding. He made his way towards her window in long strides though he was well aware he could use the front door, using her window just felt right. So, Cash pushed the familiar white sill up and started his short journey home…

“Cash, wait” Shay’s voice came out sharply and suddenly, with enough tenacity to make Cash jump in surprise before he whirled around to look at her. Shay looked over at him with a bashful blush spreading on her cheeks.

“Yes princess?” Cash chuckled to himself, feeling both bashful and smitten under her gaze the same way he’d felt under her eyes since he was fourteen. Shay appeared to bite back a sheepish smile.

“Do you, uh, want to order a pizza and watch a Harrison Ford movie with me?” Shay asked, still looking incredibly sheepish. Cash nodded his head, over zealously again because he felt those familiar butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he turned to shut her window with a big grin on his face.

“Of course I do darling.”

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#thomas ian griffith #friends to lovers #cash x oc #cash ewing #summer romance #cuteness overload

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LOVE THIS!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

--- Terry McCain from Excessive Force (1993) Aesthetic Commission for @viper-silver

#terry mccain #excessive force #excessive force 1993 #edit #aesthetic #thomas ian griffith #tig #fav

[mrgriffiths]

Oh..

Blaylock in all his mysterious glory 😮‍💨

I love these!!

Jack Blaylock with a detective!beloved 👀

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I can envision Jack convinced that if his Detective (emphasis on the his) has been tailing him for as long as they have, it is entirely with a reason.

That their paths were meant to connect. Converge.

In the infinitely complicated pattern of life, with every murder, assassination, unresolved case or mutilated carcass Jack Blaylock leaves in his wake, his beloved, who has been on his track for months, maybe even years to no avail, keeping on eye out on his handiwork with every newly opened police file his killing sprees puts up for investigation, coming so close to catching him and connecting the dots, but never quite managing, following in his shadow dragged forward by the red thread of fate and not even realizing that same piece of string leads back to him every time. How could they, after all? They don't know him. Not the way he knows them, having observed them and the devoted work they've been doing. As a result, I almost imagine Jack killing with the intention of keeping his beloved hooked on these cases. On bringing the perpetrator to justice. Playing a one-sided game of cat and mouse. Case shut.

It's his profession, but it can't mean it cannot prove to serve multiple purposes.

He wants them to come forward. Research crime scenes he leaves behind. Take photographs. Pin up newspaper clippings of the incidents. Write meticulous reports. Swap notes back and forth with Forensics. Dedicate time and effort to uncovering the culprit. Work overtime. Be passionate. Be frustrated when there's no clear-cut answers. Get drawn into the gruesome mystery. Get drawn into him long before they ever even know it's him who's doing all of this. Long before they have a name or even a face to go off of or any sort of concrete evidence. He supposes it's meant to be. A karmic connection. That they know each other from somewhere and that's why they're drawn to each other like this. That's why Jack feels he has the compulsion to do this. That's why he's convinced beloved wants to bring him to justice as badly as they do even before he started remotely encouraging that trait in them.

Instant recognition. From a past life, it seems. Regardless of circumstances.

Every slice is for them from there on out. Every beheading. Backstabbing. Shot at point blank range, execution style. Jack does it with beloved in mind, envisioning their shock at his brutality, their abject sadness, even their professional facade suppressing their personal feelings so they wouldn't lose their mind when faced with the gore --- everything --- he ponders the diligent hours dedicated to precise analysis, lab results, their antiseptic latex covered hand lingering on every slash he made. Every wound. Every scar. It'll be as close to touching him personally as they can get. It's like being together, in ways. It's a love letter to them. He might tactically meet them at some bar downtown as a perfect stranger once they're tired from all the work he's been putting them through needing a weekend break and he might just introduce himself, offering to buy them a drink, no strings attached. Everyone needs to blow off some steam, right?

The evening will blur into a fog of pleasant, noneventful conversation.

Fueled by a little bit of alcohol (his treat, of course), slow swaying on the club's dancefloor and a lot of unwinding (after all, Jack knows what he's been dragging them through), they could just share a tiny kiss or a little bit of affection because Jack seems to say all the right things at all the right moments, getting under beloved's skin seamlessly, appearing like not much more than an entirely normal guy. He might even disappear before the night is over and leave beloved wondering where that guy they just met has gone off to without a goodbye or without leaving any discernable contacts behind now that the weekend is drawing to a close and they have to get back to the usual routine of their job tomorrow morning at the station, never even catching on to how close they got to the man who has possessed their every waking work hour of the week or the person who's been leaving a trail of blood behind engulfing the better portion of beloved's career.

Naturally, Jack will never stop.

At least not until he decides he and beloved should meet face to face.

Without pretenses this time.

Or at least until beloved figures everything out on their own.

After all --- if it's meant to be, it's meant to be.

#jack blaylock #ulterior motives #ulterior motives 1992 #jack blaylock x reader #jack blaylock x beloved #detective!beloved #tw; assassination #tw; murder #thomas ian griffith #tig #he's so fineeeee #thank you

[mrgriffiths]

"𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏' 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉.."❤️‍🔥

Thomas Ian Griffith as Jack Blaylock in Ulterior Motives

🎶: Beautiful Things - Benson Boone

This one will remain as my top 3rd favorite tig character!!

His style in this movie is just everything, and that is paired with a perfectly complex character -✨️cherry on top✨️

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#thomas ian griffith #tig #throwback #90s movies #jack blaylock #timothy calloway #ulterior motives #black and white #beautiful things #benson boone #he's so fineeeee #oof 😮‍💨

[mrgriffiths]

I'm the anon that sent in the ask about Terry having a Vietnamese beloved! I have to say that I absolutely loved reading your headcons!! Terry in all his dark and twisted glory. Thank you so so much for answering. I will be checking out those blogs you recommend! They look really awesome 👌

xoxo

I'm glad that you liked it, Anon! Have a good time with all the Terry Silver/Thomas Ian Griffith goodies out here <3

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #tig #kk3 #karate kid 3 #i got an ask! #so sweet!! #thank you

[mrgriffiths]

Hey there! I'm new to the Fandom, and I love love love your blog and all that you share about TIG/Terry Silver. I couldn't help but ask..

What are your thoughts on kk3!terry falling for a beloved that's from Vietnam?

I noticed that you haven't done these types of asks, so I wanted to know your thoughts on it!

You don't have to reply to this, but thank you so much for all that you do!

xoxo

Hi there, anon! Welcome to the Fandom <3

Thank you for your kind words!

I haven't really answered an ask like this, but I'll share my thoughts on it. You're always welcome to send me an ask!

If you're looking for similar content, then @terrence-silver is your blog! They have the best chatacter analysis of Terry and some of TIGs' other characters, too!

And if you're looking for a reader/oc insert stories/one shots for Terry or other TIG characters, then I certainly recommend these awesome blogs for you! @karatekels @virgo-mess @eemcintyre @thedeadsingforme @larussos-left-sock

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- Terry had come a long way from the person he once was during his Vietnam days. He's no longer the skinny, doe-eyed, somewhat innocent kid who came from a rich family all to prove to his father(and himself) that he is a man.

- He had an empire of his own now, dynatix industries, a nuclear waste disposal company that had been handed down to him by his father. He's done plenty of shady things, getting on the cover of the latest magazine and news papers was a regular thing for him. His physique was envied by men who were associated with him even. Perfectly sculpted face and an equally perfect charm to go with it.

- He had a playboy reputation with more money than most in the upper crust society. He's manipulative and will use any tactic he sees fit if needed. Everyone else is below him and he always had a good time toying with people. He's had his time with girls of every race, age , color, you name it. When Terry Silver wants something, he will definitely get it. So when he sets his sites on his beloved for the first time, he isn't bewildered immediately until he finds out more about them.

- If anything he sees them as the enemy at first, a stigma that's been around since the time he's been to Vietnam. He never forgot what happened there. Waking up in cold sweat after seeing his friend killed right infront of him, the bomb blasts and torture they all had gone through. A parting gift of the war.

- his beloved has certainly perked his interests though, whether they're apart of his upper crust society or simply a nobody there's definitely something about them that he can't seem to look past them. Maybe it's their features that is embedded in his head after he first saw them.

- Or it could be their characteristics or personality that's different from every woman he's ever been with. Maybe it's the way they walk, the way they talk, heck maybe it's the way they breathe. Terry will notice everything.

- Terry finds himself looking for beloved all the more. No amount of coke or bedding woman who even looks like them does the trick. He finds himself needing to find out everything about his beloved. He'd immediately thought of hiring an entire team of private investigators to find out every little thing about them. He wants to know their history, who is responsible for bringing his newly formed 'problem' into this world.

- He eventually sets on doing the job by himself. Stalking them, breaking in and entering into their home whilst they're in a deep sleep. He by hearted they're daily routine, he knows when they're in a deep sleep during the late hours of the night. He knows what they eat, what they wear, what hobbies they have, all down to what brand of shampoo they use. He utilizes anything that will help him understand what they are all about.

- He'd sometimes leave something behind in they're home, a dingy apartment unworthy of beloved in his eyes regardless of how well maintainedit is or not. Maybe a hundred dollar bill or even his own semen on their pillows after jerking off on their bed. He'd take something for himself too. Maybe a pair or two of beloved underwear suddenly goes missing.

- After everything he's come to know of beloved with them being none the wiser, he curates a persona of himself that fits all of beloved needs and wants ultimately becoming their dream man before he comes face to face with them again.

- Terry entraps beloved in his web afterwards. He makes sure they're smitten with him and never suspects a thing, giving them everything he knows they want from a partner gaining their trust over a short span of time. Once he's got them where he wants them he would reveal his true self. Ultimately hurting beloved so deeply because they are in fact the enemy. There's a price you have to pay for taking up so much of his time and consuming his mind.

- He thinks he's finally gotten what he wanted after breaking beloved completely but he still isn't able to move past them. It finally dawns upon him that he is in fact in love with beloved and no matter what he tells himself he cannot find anyone to replace them, no amount of coke or people who look like them.

- Terry sets about getting them back this time as himself. No matter where beloved goes he will find them. He will kidnap them if need be in the occasion of them denying everything he's offering them. He will help them see reason in time. He will go to any lengths to make sure beloved remains at his side.

- Stockholm syndrome will be in full swing. He erases the identity beloved once had as no one has the right to so much as know what beloved looks like without his permission. He'd estrange beloved from they're friends and family making them see how he's the only one they need.

- Preparations for the wedding will be in full swing. The wedding of the century. Everyone will know and will be ultimately shocked that playboy Terrence Silver has settled down. The entire world would know months in advance yet they would never see the actual ceremony regardless of the royal standard preparations that's been made. Terry's beloved is for his eyes only.

- The media only gets a single glimpse of beloved and they're rarely seen afterwards. Only when Terry deems it fit at some gala or event. Rest assured, no other woman ever crosses his mind again. He's fully consumed by beloved without them knowing the power they truly have on him. He'd go to any lengths to sure them his devotion too.

- beloved is the only one he'd trust with the truly gruesome parts of his life, through the Vietnam flashbacks where he'd sometimes need to hold them tightly the entire night or sometimes just their presence in the room at a distance. They've seen it all with him including the way he's beloved friend John Kreese had left him when things went down south. Beloved is the only thing that helps keep him grounded.

- Terry eventually starts a legacy of his own with beloved making sure that everything goes as he planned. Nothing is too much or unnecessary for his Silver empire.

Decades later he looks at himself in the bathroom mirror, thinking of how everything had suddenly took a turn in his life that one fateful day he'd set his eyes on beloved. His reflection stares back at him and next to it, ponytail stands with a smile on his face. His long lost war buddy whose personality and traits he's personally taken over as a tribute to his friend.

"You've chosen well twig." , ponytail says and vanishes in the next second leaving Terry smiling faintly at the thought. Letting his now silver colored hair down from its confines, he goes into his bedroom joining his beloved in bed.

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Ahh, I hope I've done this ask justice!

Thank you for sending it in anon!

Much love🤍

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[mrgriffiths]

@virgo-mess 🤣😭😭😭 imagine if it's true yall .. he's going to unalive me.

@cortmac1989 that's exactly the type of energy I was thinking of😉

I noticed Mr. Thomas Ian unfollowed a certain page @eemcintyre and I may or may not have discussed in detail during our last Cult of TIG watch party. And now I'm mildly freaking out thinking that maybe he's been on tumblr because what are the odds we discuss that page in detail and he unfollows it? And I was 100 percent the person who spoke his questionable followings into the tumblr verse months ago. So now I'm left to wonder if it's all my fault. 🤪

I knew being nosy would come to bite me in the butt someday.....

Peep me talking @karatekels ear off about it.

[mrgriffiths]

@virgo-mess a bunch of things, and he's aware of a small part of what I know, too😚

Not gonna let the cat outta the bag, though 🙂‍↔️🤐

I noticed Mr. Thomas Ian unfollowed a certain page @eemcintyre and I may or may not have discussed in detail during our last Cult of TIG watch party. And now I'm mildly freaking out thinking that maybe he's been on tumblr because what are the odds we discuss that page in detail and he unfollows it? And I was 100 percent the person who spoke his questionable followings into the tumblr verse months ago. So now I'm left to wonder if it's all my fault. 🤪

I knew being nosy would come to bite me in the butt someday.....

Peep me talking @karatekels ear off about it.