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Over the years I have learned that Iowa is a truly lovely and beautiful state. The Southeastern part of the state hold several treasures, some that I have visited for years, and others just recently discovered. Read about all the fun you can have in the Hawkeye State! Amana Colonies The Amana Colonies are a place that we have been enjoying during the holidays and year-round for decades. The…

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Kitchen Enclosed Example of a large, traditional, enclosed kitchen with a medium-toned wood floor and an island. The kitchen has quartzite countertops, beaded inset cabinets, medium-tone wood cabinets, white backsplash, and ceramic backsplash.

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Dining - Kitchen

An illustration of a sizable transitional single-wall light wood floor eat-in kitchen with an island, shaker cabinets, white cabinets, granite countertops, white backsplash, and subway tile backsplash.

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Farmhouse Kitchen

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Before & After. I loved this 1901 Victorian in Springfield, MA before they cleaned it out and remodeled it. It's currently still off the market, was $250K and fixed up is supposedly worth $264,600. It has 7bds, 2.5ba.

Isn't this beautiful? The rounded wall and millwork- such character as soon as you walk thru the door.

I'm a pink lover, but I really liked the green and the brighter chandelier.

Actually, it had more charm with the old furniture, even w/the clutter. What made them paint the walls white with taupe trim?

There was nothing wrong with this room before. Now, it's got a modern carpet and ugly miscellaneous furniture.

The new, improved dining room.

All cleaned up.

Reconfigured kitchen looks good. I like that it still looks old.

It doesn't look like they touched the old pantry. Well, that's okay.

The stairs are pretty much the same.

I guess they didn't want to deal with replacing all this wallpaper on the stairs, though.

It really wasn't necessary to paint this room purple.

At least they left the fabulous vintage bath.

Repairs were already underway for the wonderful tower room.

So, it looks like they finished it.

This big bright room still needs some ceiling repair.

Original photo of the home.

After photos:

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/14-Fairfield-St-Springfield-MA-01108/56211172_zpid/

Before photos:

https://www.redfin.com/MA/Springfield/14-Fairfield-St-01108/home/16221635

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As Imogen turns over hay she wonders if it would have the satisfaction and payoff were it not to be done by her hands, if she would lose the lean muscles that define her forearms and biceps, if her shoulders and the base of her spine wouldn’t ache, if she could lift every painting and mirror and carved relief cameo from the manor walls and relieve them from between an opened stained glass window one by one in the night, build an extension piece by piece made of stretched canvas frames and reflective window panes and moulding lining the ceiling made of mosaicked shards of Lords’ and Ladies’ profiles, aquiline noses corner detailing.

Would she set up her bedroll in the patchwork extension? Allow herself the right angle of view that is not one from a stable pigeonhole to see the Lady’s silhouette and track its movements?

She must have sensed the Lady’s presence, hence why Imogen thought of her, thought of watching her, as she closes the gate behind herself and steps into the paddock, polite, attentive, limp mostly abated.

Someone who would drape her dried clothes over the back of a guest room chair whilst she slept, would extinguish the lamp lights to excuse herself whilst Imogen pants over her kitchen maid’s back.

Did the Lady have to leave her bed to extinguish the lights? Could she do it with her mind’s hand, was it her handmaid?

Why did she struggle with the dead weight she draped over the horse? Her hands could remain clean of blood-

“Imogen-”

Imogen straightens, resting the pitchfork at her side.

“M’lady-”

The morning sun rises over the Lady’s shoulder, makes a shadow puppet of her as if at her window.

She can only focus on her teeth as they appear.

“Imogen, would you go to Fairfield shortly? Our delivery is not due for a couple more weeks and so we must have a few bags to tide us over.” She smiles; her hands laced and resting one over the other, dress pleats immaculate, demeanour prim and proper.

Imogen is aware that it is not really a question, but appreciates the guise of choice.

“Certainly M’lady.”

She could ask her in return whether she slept well last night-

“Take whichever horse you desire.”

Maid or mare?

Could she take whichever saddle she desires? She knows which one she would choose.

She daren’t ask - and besides - maybe the Lady would like to take her own outing whilst Imogen is away,

make a maid of herself as she lays a clean tablecloth in the cave.

“Thank you.”

“This will cover four bags. I assume you know the way, correct?” The Lady reaches behind herself and appears to materialise a coin purse from between one of her dresses many pleats.

“I’m familiar, yes.”

Imogen’s hand is (also – possibly, verdict pending) not clean; sweat and mud and honestly-still sex lingering on its surface, despite morning’s washing and the barrier of her glove, arguably allowing her own flesh to stew in the broth of it all, so she cups her hand extended in waiting, dares not to touch the lacing around the Lady’s, to contaminate (any evidence)

Though now she is aware that what does it matter? If her hands are long and delicate and flawlessly alabaster, if a hand is not even needed-

No, she lifted the dead weight with her own.

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The Letter

Summary: Tony gets the order to deploy well into the relationship with the girls of his dreams and fears of history repeating begin to bubble.

Pairing: Tony Swofford x F!reader

Warnings: a lil smut towards the end (NO MINORS, PLEASE) and unprotected sex in established relationship (wrap yalls willies)

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One early Friday morning, Tony rolled out of bed. He splashed some water on his face, slid into his basketball shorts and sneakers. He then headed to the kitchen to make his usual protein shake.

Just another regular day before heading into work.

Once he was set for his morning jog, he set his MP3 player in its holster and latched it onto his arm, letting the music flow from the earbuds to energize his body.

Tony's neighborhood wasn’t anything too fancy. Fairfield was definitely a nice town to live in with it's growing economy and military influence.

Although he'd grown up in the nice part of the suburbs, he now lived in a less nicer part of town due to military housing. There were definitely worse parts of Fairfield to end up in, so he couldn't complain about the neighborhood. Despite being a little far from town, there wasn't really much to complain about...except some neighbors.

Early morning was his favorite time of day. The air was cool and crisp before the California could fully set out and melt the town away. What he really enjoyed the most was the peaceful calm before the daily whirlwind of routine and people.

Tony wasn’t much of a fitness freak. The Military did help him realize the importance of staying in shape, having strong stamina - something that came in handy when you slept over each other's place - and staying hydrated.

He jogged along the sidewalk, weaving through his neighborhood and panting as he controlled his breathing until his walking break where he would hum out the song he was listening to.

The best thing about this time was that there were very few people who were also up and about.

It allowed him to avoid the flirtatious single (and not so single) women. He didn’t give them much time of day, but he always found it challenging to simply ignore them.

He had been raised by traditional parents and taught to always respect women, no matter what. However, being a heavily influence military town, there were the usual lonely mothers and wives seeking company.

Tony loved you more than anything, so he wouldn't stand for it.

He had already been cheated on and getting over his cheating ex was one of the hardest things he'd gone through, given that it happened while he was on deployment. He couldn't imagine causing that pain onto you or to a fellow marine.

So, as soon as the flirting would start coming from the lonely neighbors that greeted him in questionable silky robes or lacy nightgowns, he’d either excuse himself to extract him from the situation as quickly as possible or avoid stopping, only responding with a nod of his head.

Having you as his girlfriend helped to get away. Sometimes, at least. The more vulgar women brushed it off nothing that could stop them and offered to keep the secret, but Tony wasn’t interested or attracted to anyone else but you.

And, in the cases where the lonely women would try to convince him to come inside for some coffee, he'd simply remind them that he had a girlfriend to pick up to take to work.

You didn't need the ride, but it was a subtle reminder that he was off limits.

Ignoring them that morning was only much easier since his mind wouldn't stop thinking about the following day when he would be taking you to the Santa Monica Pier.

He couldn’t believe you when you’d said you had never been there yet. Although a California native himself, the Santa Monica Pier was known worldwide. It had also been one of his favorite places growing up.

He was more excited to see you that night. He’d invited you to come over to his place to spend the night so you could leave early in the morning for your five-hour road trip.

He wanted to surprise you with freshly made pasta although he knew he was in over his head, but you were worth all the effort.

He took notice that the mailman was already making his rounds around the neighborhood. So, when he came up his street and reached his humble abode, he made a quick stop to check his mailbox.

A couple bills, invitation to magazine subscriptions; nothing out of the ordinary. Until he found an envelope that froze him in place. He didn’t have to open it to know its content, but he did so anyways with the hope that it could be another matter.

His heart sank in his chest.

“Ordered to active duty” he read to himself.

Taking a deep breath to calm his anxiety, he slowly walked back into his house. He read the letter once more, praying the words had magically rearranged themselves to prove he’d misunderstood.

Though it hadn’t been his first time during your relationship that he'd been deployed and you both had been expecting it, this deployment  was different.

He hadn’t expected it to be so long. Both you and him were used to short tours. This time, his stay overseas would be longer than that.

All he could think about was you; about having to leave you for all that time. Although he knew that you loved him, he was terrified to think about what the loneliness could do.

There was no comparison between you and his ex. But he couldn’t stop thinking about everything that had happened between him and his ex; about how she started seeing someone else while Tony was out on his first deployment. Or how she dumped him through a letter while they were miles apart.

You were nothing like her and he tried to remind himself of that. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t afraid of history repeating itself.

Despite the growing apprehension within him, he set the letter – along with the other mail – in a cabinet drawer.

‘Out of sight, out of mind’ he thought to himself.

Going about his day, he tried his best to keep the recent news as far as he could from his mind. In spite of his best efforts, he found himself coming back to that damned letter.

On his way from the grocery store, his car rolled to a stop at a red light. Taking notice of a white sign on the side of the street for a jewelry store, he read the words composed of black letters in his rearview mirror.

Every kiss begins with Kay.

It was a little insane when he thought about it. You’d only been dating for a few months.

It would've been a long time for some people, but in this situation, you had barely spent even half of those months together with Tony's tours.

The little time you did have together was precious.

You'd both already talked about your pasts. Tony even expressed how he felt that he had dived into his relationship with Kristina too early.

Though it wasn't any hint towards you, you felt that a subliminal reasoning was behind his sharing it, albeit unknowingly to Tony.

To him, he was sharing his experience. To you, he subconsciously expressing his preference to take his time with what you two had going on. And you were okay with that, given your own experiences.

Every moment with each other was like an escape from the world around you. Every overseas phone call to him made him forget the ocean of sand that surrounded him. Or the highly testosterone-intoxicated base of soldiers he had to live with.

You were his getaway from all his troubles and you felt the same about him.

Neither of you wanted to ruin it with labels, especially since the time you had spent together was still so little. So, you agreed to roll with the punches and enjoy each other while you could, whatever way you could.

Getting married at this point would definitely be premature. However, he wasn’t simply thinking about wedding bells. It was about showing you his commitment.

Forced out of his trance by the honk of the impatient driver behind him, he made a U-turn and turned into the shopping plaza parking lot.

Tony felt a bit out of his element once he walked through the doors. The jewelry store was white – with bright lights and sleek black details and countertops.

He looked around the engagement rings in the glass display cases. His palms were beginning to sweat. It was a leap of faith, but he needed to show how much you meant to him before he left.

He wasn’t expecting you to run off and get hitched at the nearest chapel. The ring wasn’t only a promise of marriage. It was a reason for him to survive out there. Something to comfort you during his absence and subtly prove to others that you belonged to him.

He finally had someone amazing in his life. The break-up with Kristina was painful. They always were naturally, but the way it had been done was what hurt Tony the most.

Discarded. Thrown away after the thrill of her military-man kink had worn off.

He had nothing against 'war bunnies', as he and his comrades called them. As long as they didn’t get his hopes up of still being there when he came home after months of being away. The uniform may look attractive, but the reality of being a military girlfriend or wife wasn’t for everyone.

He understood it wasn’t for Kristina and he made peace with that. But would it happen again? Could you wait for him?

He stood staring at all the different designs and wondered why there were so many.

He believed he had a pretty good idea of what you’d like. Luckily, his savings were quite full to guarantee you a nice ring. But with so many options, he became more and more confused.

It must have been visible when the sales attendant approached from behind the counter and flashed him a smile.

Tony was thankful she had all the patience in the world. He spoke about you with sparkling eyes and profound admiration. It was obvious to her that he was in love and she was committed to finding the best ring within his budget.

He was quite proud of the ring he’d bought for you. It came with a hefty price, but he didn’t care about it. Now, he had to wait for the perfect opportunity to propose and pray that you’d agree.

Once his ring was successfully purchased, he walked back to the car and climbed inside. He stared at the black velvet box in his hands and opened it to find the diamond shining against the black silk inner lining of the box. He deeply felt like he was doing the right thing.

After a moment, he closed the box and tucked it into his pocket before driving home.

You arrived just after work with a plastic bag of wine and dessert, a small travel suitcase of spare clothes, shoes and other personal items.

“Hey, honey. I’m here,” you smiled using the copy of his key to walk into his house.

“In the kitchen, babe!”

Closing the door behind you, you walked inside and set your suitcase in the hallway by the wall. As you reached the kitchen, you found Tony stirring a pot of sauce with a dish towel hung over his shoulder.

Although you were always elated whenever you saw him, watching him cook was quite a heart-warming show. The attention to detail, the suave confidence in his movements were just a couple of characteristics of the touching dedication to one of his few favorite therapeutic pastimes.

However, he was a bit different today.

You could hear him wincing and cursing under his breath before you even walked into the kitchen.

As you rounded inside, he clumsily burned his arm taking out a tray of baked vegetables from the oven. The chicken he’d been grilling on the stove was starting to burn despite his attempt to be as quick as he can be turn it off.

The lack of the usual confidence he presented in the kitchen was very obvious. Something was off about him.

“Hey, you need a hand?”

“Uh, could you flip the chicken over there while I drain the pasta?”

“Of course,” you nodded as you quickly made your way to the stove.

“Sorry dinner’s a bit late. I tried to make it to be ready before you arrived, but I caught got up in some shit,” he sighed annoyed.

“It���s fine, babe. Really. I had a big lunch anyways, but just the smell here is making my mouth water.”

A failed attempted to cheer him up. He didn’t even crack a smile.

“Got us some wine" you continued. "You want a glass?”

“Yeah, I’d love one. I could use a drink,” Tony agreed. He seemed stressed.

“It’s that good wine that we had with Juan and Maria, remember?”

He loved it so much when you’d tasted it at the last double date you went on a couple days ago. You’d taken a picture of the label to buy a bottle for yourselves. Hopefully, that would’ve cheered him up.

“Yeah, I remember.”

You moved the bag you’d set on the counter and pulled out the dessert to set it in the fridge quietly. Then you walked back to pull out wine bottle from the paper bag. He seemed so bothered that you couldn’t help but ask.

“Should I go home, babe? You wanna be alone tonight?” you asked lowly, looking up at him with worried doe eyes.

He took a deep breath in, realizing how he’d be since you arrived.

“No, babe. No. I’m sorry. I just got a lot on my mind.”

He stopped and turned off everything to stand in front of you, holding your hips to give you the attention you deserved.

“I missed you” he says lowly, resting his forehead against yours.

“I missed you… You wanna talk about what’s bothering ya?”

“Nah, not right now. I wanna enjoy tonight with you.”

He smiled, but you could tell it wasn’t entirely sincere. He didn’t want to talk about it, so you decided to go along .

“Let’s open this up, huh?”

He reached behind you to grab the bottle, redirecting the conversation to change the subject.

“Mind getting some glasses for us, babe?”

“Not at all.”

You grabbed the delicate wine glasses and set them beside Tony as he opened up the bottle.

The food wasn’t as good as he usually made it. The sauce lacked a little salt, the chicken was a bit overcooked and the vegetables were slightly overseasoned.

When he asked you how it was though, you smiled and said it was perfect. The last thing he needed was to worry about that too.

Although he was well aware of how the dish tasted, he smiled at your attempt to cheer him up.

After dinner, you sat on the couch talking about your day as you enjoyed the chocolate dessert you’d picked up. He nodded and hummed in agreement, but it was clear he wasn’t really paying much attention.

His mind just seemed somewhere else.

“Alright. Can we please talk about what’s bothering you?” you confessed with pleading eyes that he couldn't resist.He knew he’d have to say it sooner or later.

It couldn’t have been good because he couldn’t even look at you.

“I got a deployment letter today.”

You frowned. It wasn’t his first deployment since you’d gotten together. You couldn’t understand why it was bothering him so much. So, you waited to let him go on.

“It’s longer this time. 3 months longer… Pay will be good though.”

“O-oh, wow... That's longer than usual, huh?”

Your heart sunk. Now everything made sense. The same dread that filled him seeped into the air and infected you too.

Silence hung over the living room as Tony watched you, fearing the reaction he’d expected.

“When do you have to leave?”

“Next week…”

“Then we’ll make the most of this week.”

He could hear the sadness in your voice despite your best attempt to be strong for him and accepting of the situation.

The thought of being apart for so long was unbearable for the both of you. A lot could happen in that time.

There was a bittersweet cloud that hung over that night.

You held each other on his bed and mindlessly watched TV after dessert. Neither of you were really too focused on the movie. You were too busy remembering each other’s warmth, memorizing heart beats and scents that you’d loved so much.

Tears were quietly shed. You could hear his sniffling and he could feel the wet spot on his chest from your eyes. Neither of you wanted to talk about it. It was inevitable and foreseen, but it still made your heart sink low.

You looked up at him and he quickly rubbed the tears away from his eyes. Your hand reached for his cheek and wiped a missed tear drop away with your thumb.

“Everything is gonna be alright. I promise.”

You reassured him with a kiss.

He didn’t want to ever let you go. He gently rolled you over to place himself over you. He deepened the kiss, using his tongue to ask you for entrance to which you allowed. Your parted legs invited him closer as they clung to his hips.

Feeling the cold metal of his military dog-tags dangling on your chest, you carefully pulled them back over his shoulder to rest against his back. Nothing would come between you, not even the military.

The sex was different that night. Tony was different that night.

The thought of being away from you was driving him wild. He wanted to consume you in the slowest way possible so he could savor every second. Every kiss. Every touch. Every moan.

His kiss was slow and passionate. He relished in the faint winey taste of your mouth. Your hands clung on his broad muscular back, roaming up and down to his ass with a firm squeeze when you pulled his hips down to grind against yours.

The sweet moan that escaped your lips when you felt his hardened cock made it twitch against your dampening panties.

He pulled back, standing on his knees, and gazed down at you. His eyes locked on yours as his large hands slowly crept up under the t-shirt you’d borrowed.

“I love you,” he whispered hooking his fingers into your panties.

“I love you so much,” he repeated as he slid them down your legs and off your feet, one at a time.

He admired the glow of the TV light against your skin as he pushed his boxers off.

“I love you too, Tony.” So much that you could cry right there and then.

The thought of him not coming home tormented you from the back of your mind. He had to make you forget about that possibility. He had to forget it for himself.

His kisses down your neck were soft and gentle, in much contrast to the fireworks exploding within you. He slid the shirt up to expose your breasts to himself. The mere sight of such a vulnerable you made his cock jerk harder.

He took your breasts into his hands and delicately suckled on them. He took his time, kneading them each tenderly as he sucked and twirled his tongue around your hard nipples.

Your hands cradled the back of his fuzzy head. Your back arched into him and your legs spread wider. Your pussy fluttered when his dick grazed your folds.

“God, Tony. I fucking love you so much,” you moaned.

Now that it was finally said, he wanted to hear you say it every single minute to remind himself that your heart was his now.

With butterfly kisses trailing down your belly and all around your mound, you chuckled as he teased you and moved down to kiss your inner thighs.

“Gotta kiss you all over first, sweetheart. So you can feel how much I love ya” he smirked widely.

For such grief-stricken news, he felt happy to hear you laugh again.

You laughed as he lifted your legs to kiss the soles of your feet.

“Tony, that tickles!”

“Sorry, babe. How about here huh?” he smiled placing kisses on each of your ankles.

“Tickles a little still.”

He grinned staring down at you, basking in your loving smile and adorable laugh. He continued his trail down your legs and reached the sides of your knees.

“How about on your sexy knees huh?”

“Sexy knees?” you chortled.

“Every inch of you is sexy to me. Even your toe hair.”

“I do not have toe hair!” you laughed as your cheeks warmed instantly.

“It’s okay, baby. I got hairy feet too,” he joked with a laugh.

“You got hobbit feet.”

You watched as he slowly trailed down the inside of your supple thighs.

“Yeah, and you love them.”

“Damn right I do. Every inch of you.”

“You know what I love?” he asked lying down on his front as he gazed up at you. “This right here.”

He licked a strip up between your pussy lips with the tip of his tongue. You moaned and bit your lower lip, closing your eyes for a moment to relish in the warmth of his mouth.

Your hips rolled forward, welcoming his mouth while Tony slid your legs over his shoulder. Relishing in your taste, his hands moved up your torso.

One of them kneaded your breast and delicately rolled your nipple between his fingertips. The other caressed your beautiful belly, grazing up and down to soothe your growing pleasure.

Tony moaned lowly as his eyes closed. He adored burying his face between your legs. His tongue slithered up and down through your soaked folds. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on your most sensitive area.

“Oh, right there,” you gasped.

The sensation of his rough calloused hands roaming over your body and his mouth working on your pussy had you writhing. You slowly grinded your hips against his mouth, skin hot to the touch.

“Tony, please. I need you,” you pleaded, rubbing his fuzzy head with your open hand.

Tony was as hard as a rock. His cock was throbbing against the mattress, aching to be buried in the sweet cunt he’d just devoured.

You felt like you were floating the clouds.

“I got you, baby.”

Tony slowly moved up and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his lips. You moaned as you felt him glide his cock between the plush soaking lips of your pussy.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, he reached for the lube in his nightstand drawer and looked down at his cock to guide it into your entrance. He only held himself there, but he didn’t push in just yet, leaving you to clench around nothing as he rubbed his dick with a bit of lube.

He looked back up at you and pushed in slowly, watching your face react to the delicious stretch of his thick intrusion. The pinching of your eyebrows, your eyes shut and mouth hanging open in an O, your body curving and arching at the pleasure.

You looked so beautiful to him. He wanted to see every detail, every reaction to etch the moment into his memory.

While his hips moved slowly in and out of you, he kissed every spot over the skin on your neck and shoulders. His fingers intertwined with yours as he held a hand above your head under the pillow.

He dragged his cock out leisurely and pushed back in with the same unhurried pace until you were entirely comfortable to the stretch and able to take him deeper and deeper.

His hips gave a thrust to bottom himself out, his balls pressed to your perineum. Your pussy was aching for more friction and force. He knew this well; your growing slickness made it more than evident.

The throbbing of his cock and the squeezing of his hand around yours told you he craved the same.

Leaning down to kiss you, he held his cock deep inside you.

“I love you,” he whispered resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

“I love you too, Tony.”

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To Touch the Light by E.M. Lindsey

“I see them…In you, I see them.”

Estranged from his family and locked in a demanding job which monopolizes all of his time, Head Chef, Mario Garcia, doesn’t exactly have holiday spirit. He spends all season creating magic for others, and for himself, he’s resigned to another lonely winter. There’s a reason he’s known as the Devil in Fairfield Resort’s high-end kitchen, and he has no plans to change that. What most people don’t realize, however, is that Chef Garcia has a soft spot for one man—a half-blind, Russian dishwasher who is the first person in years to make Mario feel.

Viktor Popov's life is full of secrets and lies. He showed up in Fairfield with a handful of suspicious papers, no past, and secured a job in the bowels of a resort kitchen. He spends his waking hours washing dishes and trying his best to manage his failing eyesight without anyone taking notice. Once upon a time, he was a man of wealth and reputation, and now he’s living day-to-day, hoping no one will ever take notice.

It's been forever since Vitya believed in anything, and these long years of loneliness only proved to him that miracles didn’t exist. At least, until the night when warm hands pulled him out of the cold, and a soft voice whispered in his ear that he mattered.

Life isn’t easy, and both men have never expected any different. But maybe, by the soft light of the menorah, both men will finally be able to see that for each other, they’re exactly what they need.

To Touch the Light is a 43,000 word holiday novel set in the Irons and Works Universe. This book contains no cheating and an HEA.

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a FRANCIS X TALL!READER X NICK headcannon.

genre: romance

warnings: cussing, mentions of gore, blood, and death.

author's note: hello dear anon! I hope you like this hc I made! I know I'm not a professional at this but I tried my best. I have been struggling to write anything at all so I apologize if it's not enough :( I can totally work on part two who knows...

FRANCIS AND NICK FIGHT OVER TALL READER

You were picked on, that’s for sure.

You've been teased for being tall since you were young. People found it acceptable at times, but not always. You couldn't please everyone or yourself all of the time. It had been an exhausting journey of hearing others talk behind your back or giving you strange stares because of your height. It felt as if you were an anomaly in society.

You disliked being tall sometimes, it could make life a bit harder.

Your height wasn't usually an issue, but it may be a hassle since certain things were just too small for you. It got on your nerves. You weren’t too tall, however, any tall person would have difficulties in life, be it with clothes or jewelry. 

The green Flu was unexpected.

At this stage, jewelry or clothing would not be your primary focus. Now, your life came first, and it was constantly on a razor's edge. As long as you can remember, the Green Flu stormed in and crushed everything, and your entire existence was flipped upside down in seconds. You were at your Savannah apartment, near the Vannah Hotel. You read about a mystery sickness that decimated Pennsylvania just a few days ago. You heard a beating on your door, and they were already inside before you could open it. They might have picked up the smell of you.

You figured they were what the sites and rumors said, infected with mutated rabies. CEDA wasn’t helpful in delivering information on them, you guessed, so the public did. You saw one video of Fairfield, a person running from them in pure horror. It had been said that any fatal injuries would put them down, so that’s what you did, you followed your instincts and tried for a kitchen knife.

The knife got one down, with one blow to the chest. You were slightly taller than these…infected, which made it slightly easier to fight them. The other two scratched at you, they got your arms and belly in the process and god did it hurt. You decided to push past them and run instead, if you stayed any longer, they could potentially do worse damage.

You ran to an evacuation center and met a good soul. 

You sprinted as far as your legs could carry you, your lungs burned from the exertion, and your breathing became more labored. You came to a halt when you noticed a few cars driving past and helicopters flying above in the same direction as the cars. You followed them till you arrived at one of the evacuation centers.

Luck wasn’t on your side, however. This evacuation had been moved to the Vannah Hotel due to the proximity of the infected to that zone. You gripped at your hair in panic and just followed the soldier's instructions. You were redirected to the Vannah Hotel in a bus full of people, the CEDA officer driving it completely ignoring the blood on your shirt or scratches on your arms. 

Good management of security.

The bus arrived at the Vannah Hotel, but you were turned away as you approached the entrance due to issues with your arms and bloodied self. They weren't allowed to shoot you, but when they inquired for directions, a ruckus occurred inside, diverting your attention away from the street. The infected followed and people turned inside. You all scrambled while soldiers shot at the infected, your heart accelerating. 

You dashed up the stairs as an explosion in the kitchen blew your ears off and shook parts of the structure. You collapsed to the ground as others climbed by you, unconcerned about whether or not you were wounded. The scratches on your arms itched and burned, and you coughed as smoke rose up from the set of stairs. 

You felt like giving up until a woman came up to you and pulled you up to your feet despite your height. She was much smaller than you but seemed to have good cardio. The woman and you took shelter in one of the rooms to wait until the ruckus outside was over, despite the fire spreading. 

Her name was Rochelle. She was a reporter, you understood, working here at CEDA’s evacuation and reporting everything. 

You eventually, meet the others in the Vannah Hotel as the evacuation is moved there

You and Rochelle stayed in the room for minutes until all the commotion outside was over. Both of you exited the bedroom and went over to the set of stairs again where you met three other people. A younger and shorter-looking man with a yellow shirt, a buff football teacher with a purple and yellow shirt, and a…man in an expensive suit. How fitting.

You snorted to yourself. He looked at you the same way kids would whenever they saw you. Although you saw something else in his eyes. Disgust. You figured it was because of all the blood on you, considering his suit was all white and tidy. 

The other three were more welcoming when it came to you. You all ran up the set of stairs to the last floor on the roof - while Coach fought for his life to go up the stairs, the suited man making a comment on how the helicopter was made of chocolate? Now that’s just rude.

Nick was disgusted by the blood, but enamored by you. The truth hurt.

Nick, the con man, was not a romantic type. He was well-known for it. There was a reason why his marriage failed. But it irritated him how smitten he was with you. Truth be told, your height caught his attention, but god did it make you all the more beautiful. It was eye-catching, it fit your frame very well and it gave you such a confident posture. You were gorgeous, and he hated himself for even looking at you that way.

You two started on the wrong foot too, he made a snarky comment about your height to mask his liking for it and you got offended, and you bit back at him. With time, however, you two hit it off very well and you began to like his company. No matter how annoying his attitude may be sometimes.

Rayford is the town of love, apparently. You meet three others and Ellis falls in love while something else begins to occur.

You encountered another party from Philadelphia when you arrived in Rayford after departing Savannah in Jimmy Gibs' vehicle. Zoey, a young student, Louis, an analyst, and Francis a tough biker man with a stylish vest. 

To be honest, Francis was the one who drew your attention out of the three. His attitude and approach were highly unique, reminding you of Nick in some ways. 

Louis was a nice guy, his welcoming words made you feel safe while Zoey just looked hurt. You guessed she went through a lot to get from Philadelphia to Rayford. Ellis on the other hand, completely fell in love with the girl, expressing it to all of your team.

Francis had never fallen so hard. In love.

Like Nick, Francis wasn’t one for romance. One-time stands were enough for him and that’s about it. But when he saw you, something in him twisted at his chest. You were the tallest on your team and very good-looking. That was not all, your voice also made him melt. The way you spoke, the way you moved, your height so eye-catching, your body, everything about you was perfect. 

And he loved that.

Zoey caught up to it as soon as he spoke about you the first time and boy was she annoyed. She tried to motion to you ‘him? Really?’ and you brushed it off as a joke. She was serious. Zoey could not understand how this would even work. Francis just shut her up by saying she had Ellis to worry about.

You are so confused, what is all of this talk?

You thought Zoey tried to joke around with you, perhaps she took note of the way you looked at Francis - similar to the way you looked at Nick for a while now - and made a comment on it. You didn’t think much of it, however.

The group from Philadelphia joins your team and Francis and Nick immediately hit it off on the wrong foot.

You were shocked when you walked in on Francis and Nick at each other's faces one day. Francis pushed Nick off of him with both of his arms and snarled at him before leaving the room. Nick just stood there in shame, said nothing, and left. 

They had been doing this for a few days now, spitting at each other, making snarky remarks or straight-up fighting and you couldn’t understand why. It puzzled you how they could make all of this fuss when all of you already have your lives on the line every day, running from cannibal freaks.

They fought again and you stepped in this time.

You walked through the rooms of the motel where your team took shelter when you heard arguing in the room to your right. You walked closer to it, the moon shining upon it casting long shadows around you.

“Well, I’m not the dirty biker here, am I? You’re not sophisticated enough, so beat it!” You heard a muffled voice yell. You guessed it was Nick.

“Dirty? Is that what you think I am suit?” Francis roared.

You had to stop this. You broke into the room and the frown on your face immediately stopped the two. They stepped away from each other and looked away as if they had just been scolded by their parents.

“What the hell is going on in here?” You questioned, arms crossed across your chest.

Both men avoided eye contact with each other and tried to explain what each thought. You were confused beyond stars and you questioned the reasoning behind all of their fighting. They were quiet. You couldn’t force it out of them and after you three talked, Francis just walked off the room excusing himself. You and Nick looked at each other and you frowned again. He cleared his throat and said he would sleep, so you left.

Nick is annoyed.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you, and everything you did. He hated the idea of Francis stealing you or being near you, he couldn’t bear it. He wanted you all to himself. Francis was only getting in the way, and he had already expressed to Nick how he felt about you which drove Nick insane. He punched Francis one day over it but Coach broke them off before any serious damage could be done.

Francis is pissed.

Francis was beyond pissed. Everywhere he went, you were there and so was Nick. He hated that name. He hated how close he was to you. Couldn’t he just back off? Francis had been punched by Nick the other day and he wants to make him pay for it, all because of you.

You talk to Zoey and Rochelle who seem to have a better understanding, and you are horrified.

You, Zoey, and Rochelle had been having a conversation with the rest of the team, discussing changes that could be made. You decided to mention how Nick and Francis had been fighting badly over the last few days and how it could affect the team in the future. That’s when they spilled the beans.

Zoey went first, telling you how Francis felt about you. How crazy he was about your height and how he wanted to give you all the love in his heart. She told you that with a disgusted expression.

Rochelle went after her, telling you how enamored Nick was with you. Nick wanted nothing but to try and make you happy, he wanted to make up for his distant marriages and how badly they ended by giving you the world.

You cried. 

You tried to have them talk in a civilized manner. And it worked?

You had approached the two one morning as they had been tasked with fixing one of the doors in the shelter you all stayed in. They were working in silence, and they only talked when necessary. 

You walked over to them and asked to speak in private with the two. They were confused but obliged anyway. The three of you enter the room, with Nick closing the door and sitting down on one of the chairs. Francis stood on his feet with crossed arms. 

You expressed how you felt, to their surprise. You told them how you wanted to have them go through a civilized conversation before they even fought about it. You wanted to try something with them and you told them how you understood it was hard.

“Just please, don’t make this harder for me than it already is.” You finished and left the room, leaving no room for argument.

Nick and Francis surprisingly talked, in a calm manner this time. They were in the room for a good ten minutes before they came out. You waited by the door and as they looked at you, they smiled like never before. You did too. 

The three of you were now together!

The three of you had a lot of fun, in both ways. It felt good to see Nick and Francis joking with each other instead of fighting or just seeing them having a normal conversation. It was good to have a happy team. 

Coach was proud of you for standing up, he mentioned those two looked like two kids fighting and he was glad you put an end to it. 

Nick and Francis though? They were the happiest in this story. God were they jumping around like two kids who just got candy in an amusement park. Nick smiled to himself while Francis listened to some rock on his mp4.

You were their everything, that’s for sure.

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