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the-maid-of-witchwood · 12 days ago

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Finally, I dare you to gimme your Grace headcanons (gotta round out the trio)

Yes!

First of all a quick apology - sorry, Grace, we should have done you first as the eldest.

Full name is Grace Marian Chasity and I will die on this hill

She was born in Scotland

(Extended family is British)

They visit once a year over Thanksgiving break because the Chasities don’t celebrate non-religious holidays

Her first eight words were all colours, starting with purple because her mother wears it a lot, until she met baby Steph and picked up “Effanie”

Was a very quiet and non-fussy baby so her parents took her to church real early

Lucy also took her birdwatching at this age because nobody else would go with her - it’s also where Grace gets her passion for birds (nighthawks) welfare from

Was really late learning to walk

Learnt to walk because her father dropped a book on the floor once and she instinctively went to put it on the shelf. Mark got into the habit of just throwing books (lightly) across the room to have Grace fetch them

There’s so many home videos of her stopping what she was doing, retrieving the books and telling her dad off for making a mess, sending him to prayer to apologise to God

Grace and Richie have been kinda friends since elementary

She was shorter than Ruth for first grade and then kinda grew a little taller in second grade

As a child, she had a pet hamster called Prudence

She plays the flute and is in the school orchestra, there’s only two flutes (the other is PJ)

Loves history, especially stuff on royalty

Her favourite historical period is the renaissance

Reads a lot of historical non-fiction

Ruth eventually gets her into Six the Musical and then got really concerned after Grace casually described Samantha Pauly’s version of All You Wanna Do as relatable

This only becomes more worrying when Grace offhandedly mentions relating to Becky because of Stanley

(Both Max and Gabe are really creepy and weird with her, we need to acknowledge it more)

She is a huge Shakespeare nerd, like will give Angela a run for her money

Trevor is meant to be a Hall Monitor with her but he chickens out of actually telling anyone off, so Grace has to pick up his slack

Grace is part of her church’s Nativity every year, she’s always an angel. Not Gabriel, Gabe always gets that part, just a random angel. Rose always got Mary, when she was still there

Her memory is really good, she remembers the smallest of things

Takes pride in being one of the eldest in the class and has always used that to make up for her lack of height

She helps out in the school shows as line prompt and is definitely humming along in the wings

Caitlyn has a bit of a crush on her and lowkey jealous of other people getting close to her

Literally the only person who likes Harmony Jones (Greenpeace girl), definitely her first crush

After going to Beanie’s with the group, she may or may not have been caught blushing at Zoey too

She can draw fairly well, but only really likes doing landscape and buildings - her portfolio is just made up of churches and castles

She wants to learn how to dance but, beyond the Scottish country dancing she’s picked up at family weddings, she has no idea what she’s doing

Has never broken a bone and is disgusted by the thought

Doesn’t like the idea of being behind the wheel, so hasn’t learnt to drive. Had one unofficial lesson with Steph and freaked out

Gets travel sick very easily

Gets really heavy periods and painful cramps, has been to the doctor - there’s nothing wrong so they just suggested taking birth control to not have her periods which Grace and her parents refused

(And maybe she regrets it once a month)

PANSEXUAL

Somewhere on the aroace spectrum too but hasn’t worked it out yet

The eldest of the group and certified mom-friend

Will hold their hands when crossing the street

In spite of their links to witchcraft and Satanism, Grace really wants a pet cat

Yes, the eldest thing is mentioned multiple times; it’s what Grace would want.

I’ve already done all of Grace’s ship headcanons at this point (Lautity, Spankity/Bible Study and Lautskity), so just for fun…

Holystage, Bible Passion, Halohat or whatever else we can come up with (Caitlyn x Grace):

Definitely were set up by Trevor with some help from Ruth

(Not fully though because Ruth hates Caitlyn)

Caitlyn is the only other child in Grace’s neighbourhood

Caitlyn blows her kisses from the stage

Caitlyn encourages Grace to try on her costumes and they have a lot of photos of them messing around in the dressing room (featuring Josephine + the boys when they sneak in)

Their friend groups kinda mostly hate each other (playfully) but put up with each other for their sake

Grace always buys Caitlyn red roses (Cait’s favourite flower) for her shows, including dress rehearsals

Caitlyn returns the favour by showing up with flowers (Grace doesn’t have a particular favourite, but it’s usually carnations) after Grace’s orchestral performances

They make music together

Caitlyn can play a shit ton of instruments, but is currently teaching Grace how to play the piano

Grace runs lines with Caitlyn and, in spite of her limited knowledge in acting being Shakespeare, helps her improve her performance

Miss Mulberry loves them

Grace also brings baked goods for Caitlyn to share with her costars and crew in rehearsals

The cottagecore girlfriends of all time

Grace has a type and it’s just Mariah.

#mari’s asks #mari’s headcanons #grace chasity

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goldfades · 1 year ago

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I’m just saying…. headcannons for paige with a bestfriend to partner who’s an introvert.

And I mean those introverts who seem quiet but the moment they get comfortable around you it’s over, but like only they get to see that side.

Paige seems like an extrovert that adopts introverts, like just imagine her having to drag her partner out of their room all the time cuz they’re a damn hermit.

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honestly, you are so right in that assumption

she definitely gets closer with more introverted people, bc opposites DO really attract

when you guys first met it was your freshman year at uconn, at first you'd probably think she's WAY too much ─ maybe even cocky LOL (but who can blame her she's the best)

but when you spend more one on one time with her, you realize she's really funny and sweet

because you're so quiet, paige would be naturally drawn to you cus she gets to know you

so she just pesters you until you eventually give in and hang out with her

from that point on, the one is never seen without the other

you guys would always be together

but like... usually, you're just WITH paige so people don't really acknowledge you cus you're so quiet

but then paige would like force you to socialize

"this is y/n, i promise she's fun you just gotta put a little liquor in her-" "PAIGE."

she would push you toward her close friends the most, def like ice, azzi, nika and kk

ESPECIALLY kk!

and then you eventually would get really close with them, you all have your cute little friend group

you and ice would make fun of paige and kk together, you and azzi are kinda similar so you find yourself hanging out with her alone a lot more, and nika would force you out your shell a lot too

after a couple months of being friends, paige would definitely find herself catching feels

like i've said in my other headcanons, she just thinks you're such a big source of comfort for her and it slowly just becomes full-on adoration cus

she adores you

and you compliment her personality so well she is just like "i NEED to have her right now"

she ends up confessing one night after a really terrible game and then y'all kiss ...

and the rest is history 🤗🤗🤗

jk here's some relationship headcanons

again, you are so right nonnie

like i mentioned, one is never seen without the other

so you're always tied at the hip, especially at parties

at first she has to force you

like FULL force

she calls backup ofc ice and kk come and then its 3 vs 1

they end up winning

and this happens time and time again, you just get so worn down you'd rather just endure the damn party then listen to all three of them scream at you

which was the goal 🥰

and you're definitely the sober one 95% of the time so you will be taking care of a very drunk paige

(maybe some separate headcanons for her if yall want)

and sometimes even ice/kk but it's mostly just your girlfriend

anyway, yeah you take her home, take of her and then get her into bed

and when you try to leave she will be so dramatic, she forces you to stay with her

you don't mind cus you love cuddly paige

but the 5% when you're the one who's blackout drunk, paige is gonna take such good care of you

because you're so introverted when you're sober, you're probably gonna be such a rowdy drunk

yes im her shes me

so paige makes sure you don't get into trouble and gets you home safe and sound

but if you do something stupid, she will never ever let you live it down

"remember that time you jumped into the pool and-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP"

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celestiallystella · 2 months ago

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Mer Legend/Link x gn!reader

back on my merman legend propaganda

progression of legend x reader, but with a strong focus on mer legend instead of hylian legend! won't have anything to do w/the chain, so he will simply be called link (though even then its used very little lol), and reader is a hylian native to legends hyrule :)

its prtty long, a lot of my rambles about him, but yk

hope you enjoy!

the first time you two meet he's in his mer form

youre in absolute DISBELIEF

youve been pretty sheltered most of your life, so you havent gone out and seen/experienced much, and now that you live by yourself you don't put any effort into learning about what everyone in the larger parts of hyrule think/know

you definitely dont think merfolk are real

AND YET heres this blonde haired mer, blinking up at you from the water

he looks just as shocked as you do

theres a lot of attempted gaslighting on his part

he isn't real, youre totally making him up, mer people?? nahhhh never

you, of course, don't believe him

he must realize he can swim away, because he does just that, leaving you hanging

it becomes a common thing, though, to stumble across this really odd mer

thankfully, over a lot of time, he starts to stick around a bit more and you guy get to talk

you learn his name is link, and that he's rather grumpy (though, maybe that's a bad word for it. tense and untrusting, maybe?)

he never answers ANY of your questions about what it's like to be a mer, and he'll often leave right after you ask him any questions

so, you learn not to ask questions!

instead, you talk about yourself, your interests, your family, your friends, just.. everything

the first few times, he doesn't seem to be really listening to anything you say. he's just collecting a lot of stuff off of the riverbed and stowing them away.

(the first time you ask what he's collecting he near growls, gets clearly embarrassed about that and promptly flees. you don't ask again)

either way, at some point he starts listening to you as he gathers materials.

he's not sure when he started to like listening to you talk, but it happened at some point and now he's come to look forward to it a lot

he gaslights himself into thinking its just funny to listen to your complaints when he's done and gone through so much. that it was just nice to be reminded that not everyone in hyrule is going through literal hell

it gets harder to convince himself that's his reasoning when he realizes he doesn't need to go back to the river near your house anymore

he doesn't want to go somewhere he doesn't need to, but eventually he gets super stressed by everything he has to deal with and decides thats a good enough excuse to go listen to some random person's ramblings

at that point, though, it's probably been weeks, so you've also stopped going

why would you go when the mer you liked talking.. uh.. to isn't there?

so, he shows up and is promptly bummed when he realizes you aren't there.

we all love link, i know, but you guys i fear he's a little dumb, so the thought of... taking the mermaid suit off never crosses his mind.

like he could take it off and just go knock on your door like a normal hylian would, but he could also depressingly lay on the riverbed like his lover has gone off to war and hasn't responded to any of his letters

anyway.

he repeats this a couple of times before deciding you've gotta come down eventually, right? and even he'll admit it at this point; he's starting to miss you

so everytime he comes, he'll bring an itty bitty shell of some sort and set it on the shoreline.

you think he's a mer, and he doesn't plan on telling you he isnt, so he might as well play into that

and hes right, eventually you do go down to the river and see the little pile of shells he's left you, like he's a bird waiting for his owner

you're definitely a bit surprised, but you collect the shells.

you go down early the next day with the shells in hand, a knife, and some string

as you wait to see if he'll turn up, you carve little holes into the shells and pull string through them

they're a bit too big for a necklace, unfortunately, but you can still make it into a decoration of some sort no issue.

he does show up eventually, and he gives you a smile when he sees you, which is probably one of the first youve seen from him. its small, but its meaningful

so anyway, you thank him for the shells, he gets a bit embarrassed and defensive, so you quickly move on

you start up the old routine of rambling on about different things

at first you had set your work aside to chatter, but unlike before when he would swim around while you talked and he gave idle, bland comments, now he sits with his arms crossed on the bank, head sitting on them and staring at you unnervingly

so, you pick the shells back up and keep working while he watches you

this guy does not realize he's acting weird in your eyes, so he remains where he is, tail and most of his upper body floating in the water, his chin and arms on the river bank

that becomes the new routine! eventually though, you do run out of shells to use and have to face his stare

for a minute the first time you stutter and choke on your words - you live in relative solitude, and, as aforementioned, you were relatively sheltered, so you really arent used to people paying such close attention to you and your words

you get by it though!

he does catch on at that point, and makes it a point to look away or start scratching random designs into the dirt under his hand whenever you end up stuttering again, which helps to get you more relaxed

he isn't really sure at what point during this he starts offering more about himself to you, but he does

his age, the fact that he's done a lot, how stressed he is (though, never the details) and other miscellaneous things, like his enjoyment of traveling and magic

youre thrilled to learn what you can about link

and after you find out about his tendency to hoard things, you offer the shells he gave you that you strung up back

he declines, and says that they were meant for you anyway, so you might as well keep them

i think thats when he realizes he must have developed some romantic feelings for you at some point, and just hadnt picked up on them

it definitely scares him at first

the last time he'd felt anything towards someone that he was confident he could label as being romantic, it was marin, and.. well..

so, yeah, it scares him off for a little bit.

you learned your lesson last time he disappeared, and still go down to the river pretty frequently.

anything that's not a house chore and can be done wherever starts to get done by the river, and that's just how it is now

he does come back eventually

he realizes that he knows damn well he isn't dreaming (though sometimes he isn't sure, but ever since all of that happened, hes never been too sure about anything)

he also decides that if this, if you, are a dream, maybe its a sign from Hylia herself to just kinda stop falling for people

so anyway, when he comes back he brings one of his necklaces with him. hes not sure if youll like it, or if youll wear it, but its really simple

just a black cord, and a small charm on it thats enchanted for protection

when he gives it to you, youre thrilled

maybe you wear jewelry a lot, maybe you dont, but either way its something easy to slip on and off and it's rather nondescript

plus its from link so of course you wear it

anyway, it snowballs from there and he starts gifting you random, small items

theyre either enchanted to protect you in some way, or they really are just random items

eventually YOU realize you like him too

for you i wanna say its an easy thing to accept. you like this silly, grumpy mer guy, and thats that

so youd confess first, probably after you confirm its not just a fleeting crush, and link probably glitches or something

anyway, you guys would totally have your first kiss with him awkwardly half out of the water and you on your knees crouched down

you fall in right afterwards, because the angle is so awkward

i think at this point he'd be worried you wouldnt like him once you find out hes not a merman, and he isn't really sure how youd react to him not being one, so i think he'd just show up at your door injured one night and panicking (though he won't say he's panicking)

you, also, panic before doing your best to help him

blah blah blah, he heals up, you guys talk about the fact that he is not, in fact, half fish, and you reassure him you dont only love him because hes half fish

thatd be silly of you

its something i think youd probably have to reinstate throughout your relationship with decreasing frequency over time

he never admits hes a bit insecure, but youve learnt to read his silent signals over time, so you can tell

he does appreciate it a lot, and he appreciates you even more

he's forever glad he decided on the river by your house to gather materials from

though, sometimes he still expects to wake up and find out it was all a dream (he never talks to you about that one, i fear)

idk might take this and do more with it, i kinda just rambled a loott and it all feels like it might be a decent template for a full fanfic but who knows!! not me, thats for sure LMAO

nsfw continuation here!

#gn reader #lu x reader #link x reader #lu legend x reader #mermaid legend #mer legend #no use of y/n #linked universe #requests open #ramblings of an obsessed woman 😌#legend of zelda #loz

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satansapostle6 · 1 year ago

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Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Violence. Almost smut. Choking. Semi-public. Knee riding.

“The Angel From My Nightmare”

“10 Things I Hate About You”

“Alright, go have fun. Come get me if you need something,” Sara told her younger brother.

“Do you have to stay?” Connor complained as she and Lauren sat at a table.

“Sorry, kiddo. We gotta have fun too,” she teased. “Go. Have fun. We’ll be all the way over here, you won’t even know we’re here.”

That turned out to be completely wrong.

“It’s super crowded in here… Even Heather Hills and her friends are here tonight,” Lauren observed.

“Ew. She puts the ‘bully’ in bulimic,” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, even I’m not that far in denial,” Lauren agreed, turning as everyone noticed a loud feedback coming off of the DJ’s microphone.

The music stopped, and no one knew what was happening.

“Alright, enough of that,” Rodrick Heffley’s voice blasted over the speakers, replacing the music that had been playing.

Everyone at the roller rink stopped to see that he and the rest of the band had set up near the DJ booth, completely hijacking the music.

“Oh my God,” Lauren whispered, looking to Sara. “Did you know about this?”

“No,” Sara hissed, looking at Rodrick in horror.

“We are Löded Diper, and we’re here to blow your minds,” Bill joined in.

“Oh my fucking God,” Sara murmured, trying her best to blend into the crowd as she scooted as far down the bench as possible.

But she quickly found that anonymity definitely wouldn’t be in the cards for her tonight.

“I’m Rodrick. Rodrick Heffley,” a shaky voice breathed into the mic.

“Hurry up!” someone’s dad yelled, more irritated about not hearing music than the whole music hijacking situation.

“Alright, uh… I’m here to sing one song. It’s a very special song, that goes out to a very special girl. Sara? Sara Walter?” Rodrick desperately searched the crowd for her.

He eventually found her, staring right at her as everyone in the roomed stared, including Heather Hills and the other ‘popular’ girls. Sara’s eyes widened with rage as her little brother and his friends all stared in her direction.

“Sara,” Rodrick stared, his eyes full of fear. “I… I’m sorry. You’re the prettiest, smartest girl in the world.”

Sara’s face went pale as she slowly turned to Lauren with all eyes on her.

“What the fuck?” she mouthed silently.

It seemed no one had anything to offer.

“Sara, I know you’re probably mad at me, and you probably should be. You’re beautiful, and you’re kind, and I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out as everyone watched.

Heather and her friends were now whispering and pointing in disgust.

“Listen, Sara, I get it if you never wanna talk to me again… But I really, really like you,” Rodrick announced in front of the entire building.

“Get on with it already!” another impatient onlooker shouted.

“Right, yeah, here goes,” he continued, rambling as he signaled to the band to start playing. “This song is for you, Sara Walter.”

Bill waved to her excitedly, completely unable to read the room as he tried to make the situation less intense. She watched, completely frozen as the band started playing. It was a bit rocky in the first few seconds, but then, she immediately recognized the song after the first few chords.

Struck by the effort that went into coordinating the entire thing, Sara could hardly control her racing thoughts. She didn’t know whether to be angry at Rodrick for the spectacle, or charmed by the gesture, or creeped out by the entire thing.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you…” the sixteen year old boy sang shakily in front of the crowd, his vocals questionable at best.

“'Cause I know that you feel me somehow

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be

And I don't want to go home right now,”

Some people in the room, namely Heather’s group, laughed and whispered as Rodrick took the stage. Eventually, the teasing throughout the room got to be brutal, but he still persisted, trying his best not to break.

“God, he’s an idiot, but I still feel kinda bad,” Sara murmured.

“Sara. I’m gonna be completely honest with you,” Lauren raised an eyebrow. “You need to go kiss that boy right now.”

“Seriously? I’m just gonna run back into his arms because he made a fool of himself for me?” she reasoned. “That’s his whole brand!”

“Sara,” Lauren reminded her, her approach stern but caring. “Would Jake Anderson ever have performed your favorite slow song for you in a room full of people, even if his singing was pretty dog shit?”

Sara sat in silence for a moment as everyone still looked over at her, trying to gauge her reaction.

“What about Tyler Hayden? Or Lenwood Heath?”

“Okay, I get your point,” Sara said softly.

“I haven’t seen anybody give this much of a fuck for you since you were with Nadine,” Lauren admitted. “And you know how much I liked you guys.”

“Yeah,” Sara thought, considering her options.

“I think he really means what he says. Even if he’s fucking stupid,” Lauren told her.

Sara just sighed, looking up at Rodrick on the platform as he sang for her, never taking his eyes off her even once. It was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“And I don't want the world to see me

'Cause I don't think that they'd understand

When everything's made to be broken

I just want you to know who I am,”

He sang like his life depended on it, which it kind of did. As much as Sara hated to admit it, she saw a look of genuine regret in his eyes that day. All she could think about was how much she really did like Rodrick, all the way until the end of the song.

It ended and a complete silence washed over the room, as just about everyone just stood around waiting for a resolution. Even security had been waiting until the spectacle was over to intervene. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time that yielded any interesting results.

Of course, Heather and her friends wouldn’t stop whispering, but Rodrick refused to pay them any mind. He cleared his throat as the song ended, staring out at Sara with a sad, dopey look in his eyes as he prayed she’d forgive him.

“Fuck it,” Sara muttered to herself, walking out onto the rink.

She marched up to the platform looking both angry and confused. Rodrick didn’t know what to expect, and slowly stepped down in shock. He stood right in front of her, walking up to her as he waited for her to react to him in some way.

“I’m sorry,” he started to apologize, “I didn’t know how to make it up to you—”

“I don’t care,” she said finally, a resolve in her eyes.

“What does that mean?” Rodrick asked, ignoring the girls who were pointing and making fun.

“That means, fuck it, Rodrick Heffley, I’m really starting to like you too.”

Rodrick’s grunt of surprise was muffled into a spontaneous kiss as Sara jumped into his arms, which was met with a mostly positive reaction from their audience. He was hesitant at first, slowly warming up to her again as he scooped her up in his arms, kissing her lips like he’d never get the chance to again.

After a moment, they remembered where they were, and Rodrick awkwardly set her down on the ground with reluctance. He looked up and down nervously, not sure what to say now.

“Can we go?” Sara asked, uncomfortable as she looked around.

“Yes,” he nodded automatically, willing to comply to her every whim, “Yes. We can.”

After being kicked out of the roller rink, again, Rodrick and the rest of the band walked out to the parking lot, reviewing their performance that night.

“You know, I know we’re metal and all, but that was fucking beautiful,” Ben seemed to be teary-eyes.

Rodrick and Sara stepped outside for a moment, as she leaned against the wall in silence, trying to think. Knowing what might comfort her, Rodrick pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, opening it as he offered it to her. Nodding appreciatively at the gesture, Sara took one and held it in her mouth as he lit it for her.

“I’m sorry,” Rodrick blurted out finally, a pained but far away expression on his face, “I, uh… I didn’t know how else to show you I meant what I said. That I really, really like you.

“It’s okay,” Sara sighed, just hoping to move on from the issue, “I understand. Really. We all backtrack. I’m over it.”

“No, really. I don’t want you to think I made a scene just to distract from the way I acted,” he said slowly. “I really meant what I said—”

“Rodrick,” she said, eyes wide open, “It’s fine. It’s done. I’m over it.”

“No, I owe you an explanation,” he sighed, “I… I’ve just never had a real girlfriend before…”

“Dude, this isn’t exactly breaking news,” she looked at him with dead eyes.

“Okay, can you just not be a total fucking asshole for like one second?” Rodrick demanded with laughter.

“Okay, fine,” she threw her hands up in surrender, “I’m listening.”

The look on her face was less than convincing.

“You’re a bitch,” Rodrick laughed, no longer able to take himself seriously, “You’re a fucking bitch,” he pointed at her, his finger less than an inch from her face.

“Oh yeah?” she teased with a light chuckle, cigarette butt dropped to the ground and forgotten.

“Yeah.”

He stood in front of her, trying to remain serious as he leaned against the wall, his hand resting just above her head.

“You’re a fucking bitch,” he repeated playfully, trying to perfect his more serious demeanor.

“Am I a bitch, or are you just a little bitch?” Sara proposed, intentionally provoking him.

“No. You’re just a bitch,” he promised her.

Neither were sure exactly how it happened, but as he got in her face and challenged her, he attempted to jokingly pin her to the wall. At first, this entailed his arm resting on her chest, but then suddenly turned into something else entirely.

Rodrick didn’t intend it at all, but suddenly, the both of them found his hand slipped as he held her by the throat, still grinning.

“You’re such a fucking bitch,” he told her, before coming to and realizing that he was actually choking her.

First, his eyes fluttered as he realized the mistake he’d made, but once he saw he’d reaction, he felt himself giving into it.

“Fuck,” he moaned out loud, his finger pads pressing on her pressure points harder.

She softly sighed in excitement, the contact with the pressure points heightening the experience even more. Rodrick looked at her with pleading eyes as he choked her, admiring her gratuitously.

He leaned in to kiss her, groaning into her mouth as he pressed her against the wall with his large hand wrapped around her neck. She reacted by pulling him in by the collar, making him feel something even more euphoric. She deepens the kiss, tongue slipping into his mouth as he slowly moved his leg up her body, not stopping until his knee trailed down to her center.

For just a moment, he stopped kissing Sara, huffing softly into the warm skin of her neck.

“Is it bad that I kinda wanna see you fuck my knee right now?” he wondered.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “And it’s hot.”

He chuckled happily as he sucked on her neck, roughly biting and sucking. He pushed his knee against her, practically fucking her with it against the wall behind the roller rink. She quietly groaned in frustration as she tried to align herself perfectly on his knee.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, eyes closed as he kissed all over her neck. “I hope you know you could ask me for anything. I’d do anything for you, or to you.”

“You’re so sexy,” Sara whined.

“I’m serious. If you wanted me to, I’d eat it from the back, and enjoy it,” he said completely deadpan. “All I wanna do is take you home and lay you down and make you come any way I know how.”

“We should probably stop this,” Sara thought intuitively, “Before this wall ends up pregnant.”

“I can’t control myself when I’m around you. And not cuz I think you’re hot,” Rodrick stated. “Honestly. I just see you and I wanna give you everything.”

“You already have,” she confessed, never having seen anyone so willing to risk things for her.

A/N: not sure if this is good, wrote it after doing a line

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joeys-babe · 1 year ago

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Joey B Blurbs: Joy Of My Life

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Summary: You try out a trend on Joe to test his husband's skills.

Warnings: Fluff, funny, trends!

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine Universe: Into the Mystic

A/N: Part 6 of Blurb Night! This is a shorter one.

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No particular date for this fic!

You should totally do this with Joe!

I opened the link sent with the text from Gracie McPherson, Evan’s wife.

It was a TikTok where this girl called her boyfriend and asked him to get pads with wings.

Now, Joe has some knowledge when it comes to feminine care since I've asked him to get it for me before, and he wasn't awkward or shy about it.

He had just texted me saying he was leaving the gym, so I called him up.

Answering before the second ring in his usual fashion, I smiled at the sound of his voice.

“Hey, Mama.” - Joe

“Hey, baby. Can you pick something up for me before you come home?” - you

“Of course. What do you need?” - Joe

“Well since we’re moving and we have a bathroom in the nursery at the new house, I was going to buy one of those drawer towers for stuff I’ll need after giving birth.” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe

“So I need you to pick up pads.” - you

“Okay… any certain brands or size I need to look for that's specifically for birth?” - Joe

“I already have the big hefty ones I need, I just need like regular ones for later on.” - you

“Oh okay, so like the ones you usually get?” - Joe

“Yeah but with wings, please.” - you

There was a long pause, and I had to hold back a giggle.

“Wing-” - Joe

“Tyson!” - you

I pulled the phone away from my ear and pretended like I was getting on to Tyson.

“Bye, baby. I gotta go catch your son. I love you, and thank you!” - you

“I love you too.” - Joe

With that, I hung up and texted Gracie back.

Just did it! LOL. Let's see what he comes home with! 😂

Oh, girl! Message me updates! 😂😂

—— Joe’s POV

Pads with wings… pads. with wings?

Like pads that have wings? Or pads and the food wings?

They make pads with wings?

Oh god.

I need to get this right, I don’t want y/n to think I'm a helpless goof.

Walking into the store, it was a certain time of the day when there weren't many people there.

Finding the feminine care aisle, I looked around until I saw a type of pad that looked like it had wings.

What if she meant the food wings and regular pads?

Oh god.

I've been in this aisle for like ten minutes, so it's gonna be awkward if someone recognizes me.

In the end, I got a box of pads that looked like they had wings and a box that I know is the ones y/n regularly uses.

Next, I went to the nearest Wingstop and ordered what wings I thought y/n would like most.

Now time to head home.

—— back to y/n’s POV

I was sitting at the kitchen island, eating lunch with the twins when Joe got home.

When Tyson and Miles heard the garage door open and shut, they knew Daddy was home.

Soon, Joe came striding through the door from the garage with a smile on his face and multiple bags in his hands.

“Hey, baby.” - you grinned

“Hey.” - Joe

I puckered my lips and Joe rushed forward to kiss me, putting the bags down on the counter after.

“Okay, so I was kinda confused by your request, but I tried my best.” - Joe

“Let's see it.” - you smiled

“Okay so first I thought you meant you wanted pads that had wings so I got these.” - Joe

He whipped out a box of pads of the brand that I usually used, only a bigger size with the wings.

“Good job, babe!” - you

“Yeah?” - Joe

“Yup!” - you

“But I wondered also if you meant a regular box of pads and chicken wings. So I got you Wingstop and these.” - Joe

He pushed a box of wings toward me and reached into a shopping bag, eventually handing me a box of regular pads.

“Did I do okay?” - Joe

I looked up at him and smiled at the look of hopefulness in Joe’s eyes.

“You did perfectly. It’s a little TikTok trend that’s going around. Most guys just bought regular pads and wings, but you got the winged pads plus wings and regular pads. I'm proud of your hubby skills, Joe.” - you

Joe stepped back from the counter, and I laughed when he fist-pumped.

“You’re so goofy.” - you laughed

“I know, but that's what you love about me.” - Joe

“Yup.” - you grinned

He ended up sitting on the barstool next to me as I munched on my wings.

“I love you.” - you

“I love you too, Mama.” - Joe

Joe slowly leaned in to kiss me, but before our lips touched, Tyson threw a potato chip at the back of his head.

My laugh matched Tyson’s as Joe lept up and grabbed him out of his seat.

Tyson’s giggles filled the house as Joe chased him around the kitchen.

“My life is never boring.” - you mumbled before taking a bite of a wing

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Authors note: Last fic of blurb night one! I'd love some feedback!!

Request for this fic;

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eyelessfaces · 6 months ago

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deep crust

firefighter!poe dameron x reader

happy poevember<3 here's this little alternate universe oneshot as a treat! it takes place not too long after the events of ashes to ashes, but you can read this even if you haven't read it (though it's probably more enjoyable if you have the whole context!)

summary: poe is utterly horrified to hear you've never tried a chicago pizza.

warnings: none<3

tags: poe being a drama queen, poe being absolutely whipped, fluff, kissing, just sweet stuff and moments tbh

word count: 1.2k

I gotta admit, my non american ass had heard of chicago style pizza but had never seen what it looked like before writing this so I realized it lowkey looks unappetizing (I'm so sorry chicago people)

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The topic comes around the first time you officially invite Poe to have dinner at your new apartment. He's properly appalled, his jaw dropping in shock as he lets go of his fork.

“You’ve never had a deep dish?”

You smirk, knowing it would draw this reaction from him – or from anyone you know here, as a matter of fact. You know from experience, and it being so amusing each time kinda participates in the fact you’re refraining yourself from trying those famous Chicago style pizzas.

You give him a shrug of your shoulder, indifferently keeping on chewing on your salad.

“That’s fine. I’m doing fine living this way” you chuckle.

“Oh but you’re missing out.” he shakes his head, his hand closing around his glass of wine. “You don’t know it but you’ll realize and you will hate yourself for not trying them sooner.”

He sips on his wine and you scoff, looking at him, at his handsome face bathed in the warm glow of your apartment light. “You’re so dramatic.”

He points a finger at you, a stern expression over his face. “This is a proportionate reaction.”

You huff out from your nose.

He shakes his head in feign disappointment. “I can’t believe I kissed someone’s mouth who’s never had Chicago pizza” he mutters under his breath, a laugh escaping him when you playfully swat him with the back of your hand.

From there, Poe takes it as his personal mission to get you to try a Chicago pizza.

At first, it’s just a running joke. Every time he sees you, he manages to smoothly slip it into the conversation.

“I still can’t believe you’ve never had a deep dish,” he’ll sigh, shaking his head in fake dismay as you roll your eyes. Or he will go off on mini monologues, exaggerating the “wonders of Chicago’s pizza crust” – as he calls it, then proceeding to babble out an elaborate description of the layers of cheese and sauce with a genuineness that borders on comical.

And each time, you brush him off with a laugh, stubbornly sticking to your claim that you’ll get around to it eventually.

But Poe is nothing if not persistent. And the principle of making you try a Chicago pizza is also what would be considered a date with you.

One evening, you receive a text from him, a link revealing “the top ten pizzerias” in Chicago, even though he knows which one is his personal favorite.

“It’s so you have multiple options to choose from. Whichever seems the most appealing to you” he attaches to the link.

You receive another text not long after. “I’m willing to drop my favorite place but I know the owner and he would be pissed if he learned that the man that put out his kitchen fire went to another pizzeria.”

You can’t help but laugh and text him you will think about it, but he still doesn’t let up, because he has not won until he's leading you arm in arm to a pizzeria.

Finally, the very next morning, you receive another text from him while he’s on shift at the firehouse. “Even my crew thinks it’s crazy you haven’t had a real Chicago pizza. Don’t let us down here.”

You smile, shaking your head as you type back, “You’re relentless, Lieutenant”

Seconds later, his reply comes. “This is important. History is watching”

Characteristically dramatic. Then, a picture pops up. His face, mouth twisted into a small pout, and a something in his pleading eyes that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s doing because you’re quick to text back,

“Fine. Pick me up on Friday”

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“I’m gonna show you the best in town” he assures you on Friday, his face lit up with excitement and a hand at your back as you get close to his pizzeria of choice.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You know, I have high expectations now”

“Yeah, maybe I’m overselling it,” he laughs. “But trust me” he grins, pushing the door to the place open.

Comes the time you’re served and you take your first sample of your awaited first Chicago deep dish experience. Poe has pushed his own plate aside, waiting for the conclusion, the denouement of that whole affair.

“So?” he asks after a while, forearms leaned against the table as he intently awaits your reaction. His teeth sink into his lip, gaze thoroughly focused on every micro expression of your face as you take your time chewing on your first bite.

You lightly clear your throat once you’re done, taking the time to wipe your mouth with a napkin.

Poe impatiently shifts his position onto his seat, and you take a deep breath for the dramatic effect and impending suspense.

“Don’t get mad,” you start, pinching your lips. He stammers, his expression turning into a remorseful one at the idea you think he would truly be disappointed for you not liking it, his hand reaching for yours over the table. “–I should have listened to you. You weren’t lying” you smirk as you continue, witnessing his face clear up almost instantly, a startled laugh escaping his mouth.

“You had me in the first half” he admits with a grin, leaning back in his seat. “See? I would never lie to you.”

You glance up at him when you savor your next bite, but he’s not eating – he’s just watching you. There's a soft look of satisfaction and an underlying sweetness in his gaze, and the expression is so open and so unmistakably Poe it makes your stomach flip.

“You can breathe now,” you tease, lightly nudging his foot under the table. “Come on, eat before it’s cold”

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You keep on teasing him when you exit the restaurant, telling him that maybe his reaction was a bit too excessive and dramatic for something that is “just pizza.” Only he’s quick to exaggeratedly counter, telling you that “it’s not just pizza, it’s a life experience”

It’s cold outside as you walk side by side down the street, in a comfortable silence between the both of you.

Your hands lightly brush and Poe's smoothly slides into yours, taking a glance over at you to make sure it is fine, and without even looking over at him, you squeeze his hand in silent assurance, firmly looking ahead of you as the feeling of his touch makes something flutter inside your chest.

His hand is warm and his grip is steady against your fingers numb from the cold, and it feels undoubtedly right to be holding his hand.

When you finally reach your building, he pauses, still holding your hand as he faces you, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.

“Can I kiss you again now that you’ve tried Chicago pizza?”

You laugh wholeheartedly, spontaneously nodding, a wide smile over your face as you lean into him. His lips are soft as they press against yours, his grip on your laced fingers tightening when you rest your other hand at the side of his face.

“Goodnight,” he says quietly, the feel of him lingering as he pulls back with a soft smile.

“Goodnight, Poe.”

You feel hollow saying this, already missing his presence.

You only let him go after kissing him again.

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gliphyartfan · 5 months ago

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Rewrites of Four’s Reward bit!

Original: Here

Enjoy folks!

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For dear Anon who give me the suggestion to rewrite this!

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Four was still clinging tightly to (y/n) as she walked away from the Square.

his head resting against her chest, his arms wrapped securely around her shoulders. Her warmth, her gentle heartbeat, it was an anchor that kept his darker emotions at bay. His anger simmered quietly, a shadow just beneath the surface, but with her holding him like this, he felt it fade…just a bit.

“Are you gonna stay grumpy all day?” she teased, her voice light and playful.

He stayed silent for a moment, averting his gaze as he tried to wrestle his temper back into submission.

“…maybe…” he muttered eventually, though his tone was grudging. The anger still boiled beneath his calm facade, and he was only too aware of how close he’d come to hunting down that man himself. His fingers twitched, imagining what he’d have done if she hadn’t intervened.

“…you should’ve let me talk to that man,” he grumbled, the bitterness in his voice barely masked.

She chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “Oooh, relax, you,” she replied, her tone soothing but firm.

He knew she meant well, but letting that lowlife escape without his personal brand of justice gnawed at him. His fingers clenched reflexively, his mind flickering with images of what could have been. He could hear his fragments speak up in his mind, each one tugging him in a different direction.

“Should’ve run him through,” one murmured darkly, his voice edged with a bitter resentment.

“Left him crawling,” another one agreed, the idea pulled satisfaction from him.

“Make an example of him, he’d never speak to her that way again,” a third voice hissed, filled with a fierce protectiveness.

“Next time, we’re handling it. No one gets to breathe near her like that,” the final one growled, seething with possessiveness.

Four tightened his hold on her, his face pressed against her shoulder as he tried to quiet the chaotic voices in his head. Pain pulsing from the brewing headache.

“You guys and your constant need to be protective,” she said with a shake of her head, oblivious to the storm simmering within him. “You gotta learn to let words like that slip off you. Otherwise you’ll just keep being miserable. Besides I can take a few silly words.”

His lips twitched into a faint smile, though his eyes still held a glint of dangerous intent. “That doesn’t make what he did right,” he muttered, more to himself than to her.

They walked in silence for a while, her presence slowly soothing him, his grip on her loosening just a bit.

“…”

“…You know you can put me down now, right?”

She looked down at him with a playful glint in her eye.

“Do you… want me to put you down?” She asked, could not dare meet her gaze, though he could feel the smirk he knew would be there.,

He stiffened, holding her just a little tighter.

A rational, almost detached part of him thought maybe he should let go, maintain some dignity.

But every other part of him clung to her warmth, his grip firm.

“DON’T YOU. DARE,” the voices in his mind murmured in unison, the tone laced with a hint of desperation.

“…No, I don’t want you to put me down…” he mumbled finally, his face heating up as he tightened his grip.

“Thought so~” she cooed, giving him a soft squeeze that had the effect of pressing his face even closer against her chest.

His face turned bright red, and he hurriedly tightened his legs around her waist to make sure he didn’t slip. Her warmth surrounded him, and the rhythm of her heartbeat lulled him into a rare state of peace.

“So close…~”

“Feels nice…”

“Think she’ll let us stay like this for a while?”

“We’re certainly not moving an inch.”

She stroked his hair slowly, her fingers threading through his messy locks with a tenderness that melted the last traces of his anger. His eyes fluttered closed, and he let out a soft, contented sigh, her presence washing over him in a wave of calm.

“There, see?” she murmured gently. “You just let your temper get ahead of you. I’m not gonna let some silly guy get between me and my favorite group of boys.”

He let out a quiet chuckle, looking up at her with a soft, relaxed smile. She always had a way of making everything feel better, even when he was wound up and ready to fight.

“Poor you,” she teased, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “So many guys vying for my attention and only so many sticks to beat them back with.”

He let out a soft hum, nuzzling closer to her warmth. “Need to keep them away…” he mumbled, his voice a sleepy murmur as he let himself sink into the comfort of her embrace.

Her hand brushed a lock of hair from his face, her touch featherlight. “Just keep being you,” she whispered. “I’ll be just fine.”

He sighed, his anger fading into nothingness under her gentle touch. He never could stay mad when she was holding him like this,

it was simply impossible. He’d gladly trade his chance at revenge for this.

He looked up at her, a quiet, almost shy request in his eyes. “Can we… stay like this a bit longer?”

She smiled, nodding, and he felt his own smile grow as he settled against her, his body completely relaxed as her fingers traced soothing patterns through his hair.

This… this was everything.

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Here’s an expanded and more descriptive version of the scene, detailing the horrific fate of the man who insulted (y/n) earlier, and amplifying the heroes’ calm but unsettling demeanor as they discuss it.

“You’d think people would learn by now,” Twilight muttered, his tone oddly casual as he scrubbed the blood from his hands in the icy river. The water ran red around him, the stains swirling in thin ribbons downstream, but he paid it little mind.

Warriors gave a low, humorless chuckle, clapping Twilight on the shoulder with a hand that still bore smudges of crimson. “Upset, rancher?”

Twilight stared at the river with narrowed eyes, his voice a quiet murmur. “Not upset,” he replied, dipping his head to rinse the clumps of dried blood from his hair. “More… frustrated.”

Warriors shook his head with a grin that bordered on feral. “If I had any say, there’d be no filth left in the Land to need a reminder.” His voice was light, almost cheerful, but the malice beneath his words was unmistakable. “But we don’t get to be that lucky.” His grin widened as Twilight straightened, droplets of cold water trickling down his face.

Sky, who was calmly washing the blood from his arms, joined in. “Relax, guys,” he said, scrubbing away a particularly dark stain that lingered on his skin. “Besides, we didn’t waste much time with this one. Just enough to make it memorable.”

Twilight’s lips curled into a dangerous smile. “Yes, but I still believe the bag of flesh got off easy.” He ran a hand through his damp hair, his expression thoughtful as if considering whether he should’ve stayed to witness the man’s suffering.

Warriors raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he leaned against a nearby rock. “Because dumping an injured man in a starving Lynel’s den is getting off easy?” he asked, his tone dry, though his eyes glinted with a sinister satisfaction.

Sky returned his look, a faint smile playing at his lips. “I mean…isn’t it?”

Warriors only smiled at him in response.

Twilight let out a low hum, his eyes narrowing slightly as he recalled the man’s panicked, weakened form as they’d left him, half conscious and barely able to crawl. “It is a kindness, in a way. The Lynel will tear through him fast. But it’s a real shame if he managed to drag himself around and we weren’t around to see it, i bet it’ll give the beast time to play.”

“Yeah…like another minute…at most.”

The captain let out a deep chuckle, the sound rather off for such it topic as it echoed through the trees. “Don’t get me wrong,” he replied, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I agree with you. But honestly, I’d much rather be back with our darling than waste my time on a bug.”

Twilight scoffed, his tone laced with grudging amusement. “Guess that’s the only good side to showing restraint. We get to see her sooner.”

Satisfied that most of the blood had been washed away, Twilight straightened, wiping his hands on his tunic. “All washed up?”

Sky nodded, brushing a stray drop from his cheek as he stood. “I spotted a few moblins near the Lynel’s den on our way here. They’re close to camp. Too close.” He said, pointing in the direction he was speaking of.

“Think they’re black blooded?” Twilight’s question was calm, detached, as if asking about something as mundane as their travel plans.

Warriors shrugged, adjusting his gloves with a faint smirk. “Gives us a reason for being gone so long, doesn’t it?”

Twilight nodded slowly, his lips curling into a dark smile. “There’s our alibi.”

“Well just have to meet with the others, regardless of our combined skill, better to have more numbers on our side.”

“Where are the others anyway?” The Rancher asked.

They were interrupted by the soft crunch of footsteps on leaves, and they turned to see Hyrule emerging through the trees, his expression calm but his eyes holding an edge of mischief.

“The others are finishing up,” he replied smoothly, as if speaking about a simple chore. His eyes held a glint of something unsettling as he continued, “Time, Wild, Legend, and Wind are clearing out his place. They’re taking care of any… reminders.”

Sky raised an eyebrow. “Reminders?”

Hyrule gave a faint smile, almost as if he were amused. “Evidence. Better to be careful in eras that we visit more than once, safer to get rid of anything that announces that we were there.”

“Trouble?” Warriors asked, giving him a lazy grin.

Hyrule shook his head, his lips quirking in a faint smile. “No trouble. Just came to see if you needed any help,” he replied. “I followed the trail of blood here.” He nodded to the ground, where smears of red still lingered among the crushed grass and leaves.

Sky grimaced, his eyes flicking to the streaks of blood. “Did we really make that big of a mess?”

Hyrule’s smile widened, an unsettling glint in his gaze. “Don’t worry. I took care of the more concerning ones.” He jerked a thumb back toward the forest. “Left a nice, clean path back to camp for (y/n).”

Twilight let out a low chuckle, his tone dark and tinged with satisfaction. “And Four?”

Hyrule let out a sigh, his expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. “Four’s happily keeping (y/n) distracted,” he said, his voice dry. “Much to our…dismay.”

Twilight deadpanned, “He’s clinging to her, isn’t he?”

“Yep,” Hyrule replied bluntly, his lips twitching in faint annoyance.

Warriors rolled his eyes, a grumble escaping him. “Let’s get rid of those moblins and get back to camp before the brat convinces her to let him sleep next to her.”

The foursome let out a collective sigh, some grinning, some pouting, but all with an sense of amusement.

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Back at camp, Four nestled against (y/n) as her hand ran soothingly through his hair, his eyes closed, a serene smile on his face.

He was so utterly at ease, so wrapped up in her warmth, that he barely noticed the sound of approaching footsteps.

But when he cracked an eye open and saw the others emerge from the shadows, their expressions a mix of frustration and barely concealed jealousy, he couldn’t help the smug smile that spread across his face.

“Feel better?” she murmured, her voice soft and gentle as she stroked his hair, oblivious to the dark glares from the others.

He let out a contented sigh, leaning into her touch as he shot the others a satisfied glance. “I’d feel even better if you don’t let go…” he murmured, his tone soft, almost lazy.

She chuckled, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “Turned into a little cuddle monster, haven’t you?”

“Mmhm.” His grin widened, his eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction as he nuzzled against her chest. He could practically feel the others’ irritation from across the campfire, and he relished every second of it.

“Well, enjoy it while you can,” she whispered, her voice warm and indulgent. “You’ve earned it for being so well behaved for me.”

Four’s smirk grew as he tightened his hold on her. He knew what they were thinking, how unfair it was that he’d left the dirty work to them and gotten the reward all to himself. But he didn’t care.

This was his moment, and he was going to savor it.

“This is the best…” one color sighed.

“Her touch is simply heaven…” another gushed.

“So soft…” the third said shyly.

“Look how jealous they are…” the fourth announced smugly.

From across the campfire, Warriors clenched his jaw, his gaze dark as he watched Four nestled so comfortably in her arms. “I’m gonna kill him,” he muttered, his tone low and threatening.

“No, you won’t,” Legend replied coldly, his arms crossed over his chest. “Because I will.”

“Get in line,” Twilight growled, his eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam in his gaze.

Time shot them a warning look, his voice carrying a quiet authority. “Enough. He’s not dying,” he said, though his tone held a faint edge of reluctance. “Even if it is… tempting.”

Legend shrugged, his expression cold and indifferent. “We could always drop him in the lake.”

Wind’s eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “Yeah! I’ve got octorok balloons stashed away. We could dangle him and drop him right in the middle.”

Wild’s grin was equally wicked. “I’ve got an ice rod. We could keep him under for a bit.”

Time gave them a sharp glare, his voice low and stern. “No one’s freezing anyone under the lake,” he warned, his tone brooking no argument.

The camp settled into an uneasy silence as they turned their attention back to the fire, though their eyes still darted enviously toward Four.

In that quiet moment, Time glanced at Four, his expression softening slightly. As much as he envied the blacksmith’s position, he supposed he’d be just as smug if he were in his place.

But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He let out a low sigh, his gaze lingering on Four, nestled so contentedly in her arms.

…Lucky bastard.

#hmmm I don’t think I really CHANGED much in this one….#posting the next bit for the ask!#yandere linked universe #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #lu wind #lu wild #lu legend #lu sky #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu hyrule #lu four #lu time #yandere linked universe x oc #(y/n)

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harmonictechnicality · 2 years ago

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*no rest for the wicked*

my teensy contribution to @thefreakandthehair's spicy six summer collection 💖 | word count: 3k | rating: T | ao3 link | also, this wouldn't exist if @chocoarts didn't send me a sketch that immediately set off sparklers in my brain so bless youuu ✨

Twenty-six hours. That’s how long Eddie has been up. Twenty-six hours and twelve minutes. The heaviness hanging in his eyes is medieval-level torturous, and the cramp in his left calf is probably permanent by now.

A sane person who enjoys sleeping might be asking, ‘Why? Why put yourself through this when there’s a perfectly decent bed down the hall?’ And Eddie would be forced to reply back with two, simple words:

Concert. Tickets.

That’s right, Eddie is actively murdering his own brain cells to win two vip tickets on the radio. Twenty-seven hours ago, it seemed like a grand idea. Genius, even. It’s free and minimal effort - he just has to call the station every hour on the dot. No biggie, right?

Ha, sure. Tell that to the muscles in his eyelids.

“How much longer do you have?” Chrissy asks, snagging a magazine from the stack on the couch.

Eddie checks his watch. Huffs out a laugh. “Let’s just say, I could watch the entire Star Wars trilogy including the credits for each one.”

“Translating to...?”

“Seven-ish hours.” Robin quickly chimes. She pops out of her bedroom and joins Chrissy’s side, instantly threading their hands together. They share a look, one that makes Eddie believe in nice things, even in his state of misery. It’s their superpower, injecting their optimistic outlook into the atmosphere. Infectious in the best way.

“I always forget that you speak fluent nerd.” Chrissy snorts.

“Ouch.” Robin gasps and pulls away, stomping off to their room. Too dramatic to be believable. “Get back to bed before I actually feel offended by that.”

Normally, Eddie is charmed by how hopelessly in love his roommates are with each other. But right now, they are his mortal enemies (well, tied with The Clock), because they get to sleep and he gets to stare at the lightbulb in the ceiling fan. Every now and then, it flickers, which never fails to startle him.

Good. He desperately needs the extra alertness.

Another forty-five minutes go by before anything noteworthy happens. Eddie’s other roommate gets off his night shift around one in the morning. The front door squeals as it opens, crackling all the adrenaline leftover in Eddie’s body.

“Scared the shit out of me, man.” Which could’ve been a literal statement if Eddie hadn’t just taken a bathroom break.

“Gotta get this door fixed.” Steve says. That’s what he always says when it creaks. The reaction never changes, always skating his fingers over the door hinges, mouth twisting to the side. Hands on his hips in disapproval. Eddie has to look away before Steve breaks out his insufferably cute ‘foot tap’ routine. “Hey - why are you still up?”

Ah, yes. Just what Eddie needed. A reminder that it’s fucking late. He finds the energy (or common decency, who knows) to point at the phone. Then to the radio.

“You’re still doing that, huh?”

Eddie nods twice.

“Damn, I’ve never heard you this quiet.” Steve sounds genuinely surprised. A little too smug for Eddie’s liking. “Didn’t know your mouth could stay in a straight line for this long.”

There it is. The rich boy smartassery that will never die. Always lurking in the depths of his genetic makeup.

Eddie claps, total deadpan.

The conversation lulls while Steve messes around in the kitchen for a bit. He’s noisily opening cabinets and clanking dishes around in the sink. Eventually, he walks back into the living room with two beers.

Both for him apparently. “Well, listen,” he starts out. Kicks his feet up on the coffee table. “I’m pretty wired after work, so if you need some company-”

“Six… hours… left.” Eddie musters out.

“Okay well, I doubt I’ll last that long. But I can give it a shot.”

Eddie smirks, raises both eyebrows. “There’s a dirty joke somewhere in there. Too tired to find it though.”

“Good to know the horny part of your mind is still awake.” Steve gives Eddie a small pat on the head.

“Oh? That’s a good thing?”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m asking you.” It’s too direct, Eddie hears it. And now it’s just Out There - his inability to flirt in a subtle way. And yeah, he could blame it on sleep deprivation, but he’s never been known for his mastery of ambiguity so…

The pause goes on long enough for the light to flicker again, the room growing darker with it. Steve takes a swig of his drink and smiles. “It’s good to know, Ed.”

The light flickers even darker.

Eddie is fully awake after that. Which could’ve been part of Steve’s plan - stimulate his brain with flirty comments and keep him up with those melty smiles. It’s no secret that Eddie turns into a hair-twirling loser around this guy.

Even after living together for a year and seeing one another’s most disgusting habits, he still feels this way. Tight throat, stomach flips. Purely smitten in a way that would nauseate deadbeat poets.

In this moment, however, it’s a wonderful remedy to staying awake throughout the rest of the night. Much more effective than energy drinks and Tootsie Rolls.

Steve ends up on the floor, leaning against the edge of the couch. He sips another beer, recounting some bullshit that happened during his shift at the hotel. Eddie does his best impression of Listening to Steve’s stories, but the words are just buzzing around the glow of Steve’s hair and the shine on his lips. Nodding at seemingly appropriate times is all Eddie currently can offer.

“Sleeping with your eyes open, Munson?”

Eddie blinks hard. “Huh?”

“Creepy, but impressive.” Steve laughs, tapping his hand against Eddie’s leg. “You should add that to the Special Skills column on your resumé.”

“Bold of you to assume I have a resumé.”

They spend the next hour doing just that - adding useless skills to Eddie’s nonexistent resumé. It keeps them busy. Content. Steve smacks Eddie’s knee anytime he laughs, leaves his hand longer every time. Maybe that’s all in Eddie’s semi-dormant mind, especially since Steve shows casual affection to all of his friends. But the warmth of his palm is real enough to have Eddie fully committed to making Steve laugh as much as possible.

“What about… Expert Paper Clip Chain-Maker?” Steve suggests.

Eddie stares at the chain in his hand, the one he was oblivious to creating. He whips it around like a lasso and then shrugs. “A bit wordy.”

“So you’re saying length matters?”

“Christ on toast, Harrington. You’re awfully quick to jump to that conclusion, aren’t you?”

Steve doesn’t answer, just starts laughing again. Eddie didn’t even need to tell a shitty joke this time.

And when Steve’s hand hits his knee, sliding slightly up his thigh, Eddie laughs along with him. It’s the only way to cover up the heat rushing to his face.

Eddie enters the realm of delirium with three hours left in his challenge. He slumps onto the floor next to Steve, nudging his shoulder, staring into his sleep-heavy eyes. It’s four in the morning, inhibitions be damned.

“Do you think if you ever visit Europe, they’d call you Harring-metric-ton?” Eddie picks a piece of lint off Steve’s sleeve. Perfect excuse to reach out, move in closer.

Steve groans. “Yikes. But yes, that question keeps me up at night.”

“So that’s why you’re still awake. See, I knew it wasn’t because of my silly little concert tickets.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, Eddie convinces himself that it’s the truth. Which is so dumb, so stupid. But this seed of insecurity keeps him going, fully projecting his assumptions onto Steve’s harmless comment. Somewhere deep down, buried underneath his exhaustion, Eddie knows it was a joke. But he can’t seem to shut up anymore.

“The riddle has been solved, folks! We finally know why Stevie here is still awake.” Eddie exclaims, flinging his arms out to the side. “Alert Scooby and the gang at once! Mystery Incorporated can finally pack up their magnifying glasses and pursue careers with better health insurance. Ones that covers vision costs this time. It’s what dear, ol' Velma deser-”

“Eddie.” Steve places a hand on Eddie’s arm, holding him still. Was he moving? Oh god, was he shaking?

Fucking mortifying.

Steve’s thumb swipes across Eddie’s skin, tracing diagonal lines back and forth. “You’re rambling.”

“And you’re…” Eddie loses focus. He looks down at the hypnotic patterns that Steve is making. “There. Doing that.”

Steve stops briefly to flip Eddie’s hand over, starts tracing the lines in his palm instead. The pressure makes Eddie’s heart lurch up into his throat. He can feel it thumping in his neck, faster with every stroke of Steve’s fingers. All he wants to do is close his hand around them, keep Steve there for the rest of the night. Longer if he’d let him.

“I can stop if it’s weird.” Steve’s voice is so much quieter than it was earlier.

Don’t stop. Eddie thinks. Can’t say it like that because gross. Humiliating and gross. “It’s not weird.”

Steve keeps his focus on the motion, Eddie does the same. They stay like this for a while, just watching. Intently staring over the invisible lines like pages in a novel. Eddie is pretty sure he’s breathing too loud, can hear it above the whistle in the air conditioner. Wonders if Steve can hear it too.

Probably.

“That’s not why I’m staying awake.” Steve says, never breaking the pattern.

“No?”

“It’s who I’m staying awake for.”

Steve finally stops, right in the center of Eddie’s hand. The air in the room goes dense, weighted with acknowledgment. Something has changed and Eddie can feel it everywhere.

He tilts forward, pulling his gaze away from his hand and up at Steve’s lips. If he weren’t stuck between half-awake and total-delirium, Eddie would just do it. Kiss Steve the way he’s always wanted to. Syrupy slow and deep. Savoring every second.

He could do it right now, right this second. But his focus starts drifting as he closes his eyes. “Did Chrissy tell you?” Eddie grumbles, almost unintelligible.

“Tell me what?”

Eddie’s head falls, landing somewhere on Steve’s chest. He inhales the scent of laundry detergent (because Steve and Chrissy are the only avid laundry-doers in the apartment). It’s so soothing, drawing him further into a dreamlike place.

“Tell me what, Ed?”

“That I…” Eddie is nearly asleep before he can finish the thought. The confession:

‘That I’m crazy about you.’

Sunlight hits Eddie first, startles him so much that he jolts upward. Fully awake. It takes a few seconds of furiously rubbing his eyes before the dread kicks in.

Morning.

It’s morning.

“Shit.”

Eddie fell asleep.

Steve fell asleep.

“Shitshitshit. So many shits!” He fumbles through the labyrinth of blankets and pillows around him, snatching his watch from the coffee table:

10:24 a.m.

“Goddamnit!”

Eddie sinks back down to the floor, clutching the phone that serves him no purpose anymore. All of those hours of waiting and calling for nothing. Even if general admission wasn’t already sold out, it’s not like Eddie could afford tickets on his own. He can barely keep up with his share of the rent. Chrissy had to cover for his grocery run last week and he still hasn’t paid her back.

It’s just so expected too - for him to fuck up like this. Always letting opportunities slip through the cracks, making careless mistakes. No one will be surprised that he failed at such a simple task like calling a fucking radio station.

Eddie sets the phone back on the table and cleans up the living room in a daze. Every now and then, he mutters under his breath about being a total moron. He stays relatively quiet for the most part though. No use in throwing a bitchfest while Steve is blissfully conked out three feet away.

Of course he looks good sleeping too, even in the midst of Eddie’s breakdown. Unfair.

Just before heading back to his room, Eddie hears that familiar door creak. Same one that always sets off Steve’s inner handyman tendencies.

He looks back to see Chrissy padding towards him with a blanket wrapped around her. For someone who hasn’t had their mood-altering cup of coffee yet, she looks extremely pleased to see him. Maybe she knows about the fate of the concert tickets. Maybe this is an early-risers pity party.

Fucking yay.

“Chris, please don’t try to-”

His words are muffled by Chrissy throwing her arms (and blanket cape) around him. She’s so bouncy, the way she always gets with Robin whenever their favorite song comes on at the karaoke bar. He pats her on the back and clears his throat, still trying to piece together what this exchange could be about. However, Eddie is functioning on a few hours of sleep, so his cognitive skills are groggy at best.

She gives him one more squeeze and then looks up, positively gleaming. “I knew it! I knew it would finally happen!”

“That I’d screw up for the umpteenth time in my life? Gee thanks, Chris.” Eddie says.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you and Steve!” She whisper-yells back.

Was she snooping on them last night? He wouldn’t put it past her, snoopiness is the foundation of their friendship. Well, whatever Chrissy thought she saw, she’s wrong. Sure, Steve and Eddie flirted, both letting some potentially mutual feelings slip out.

But it was all cut short by Eddie passing out mid-flirt. God knows how Steve took that reaction. Probably assumed Eddie was so bored that he would rather sleep than makeout with him. Or worse, that Eddie was pretending to sleep to let him down easy.

Christ, he doesn’t wanna think about that right now. Not while he’s still mourning the loss of his precious tickets.

“Hate to break it to you, honeyjam, but nothing happened.” Eddie shakes his head, gesturing to Steve who hasn’t budged from the recliner. “It’s just me over here and Steve over there. No conjunction connecting us together in that way.”

He can already tell Chrissy isn’t buying it. She’s getting that little forehead wrinkle right above her eyebrows, just like an angry cartoon character. Her best attempt at intimidation. “You didn’t see what I saw.”

“Gay desperation?”

“No, you jackass. Come here!”

Chrissy yanks Eddie into his bedroom, demanding for him to lock the door. He listens, mainly because the intimidation is starting to work a little. They sit at the edge of the bed and she begins to explain everything she saw:

Steve constructing a wall of blankets and pillows around Eddie to ensure he slept comfortably. Steve waiting by the phone, tapping his foot in that insufferably cute way that Eddie loves so much. Steve scoring the tickets, celebrating quietly to himself.

“How long were you standing at the door, weirdo?” Eddie teases her to avoid the way his stomach is twisting around her words.

Chrissy shushes him and squeals. “And he kissed your cheek!”

“Liar.”

“He did, I swear! He kissed you on the cheek or the chin or the nose. I don't know which one for sure because my view was obstructed by all of your hair.”

Eddie instinctively combs his fingers through a few strands, undoing the knotted pieces. Not all of them, but enough to keep his hands busy while he thinks through this. Processing. “And you’re sure it wasn’t a dream?”

“Positive.”

“What about a hallucination? Didn’t Byers make a batch of those infamous brownies again?”

Chrissy gives a deep sigh. “Whatever. You’re hopeless.” She shrugs the blanket back over her arms and heads toward the door. More than a fair assessment, Eddie can’t argue even if he wanted to (he always does).

He stares at the line of posters along his wall, letting Chrissy’s words replay over and over. Imagining what it might have felt like. If Steve’s breath was warm or if his lips were soft. Eddie wonders how it looked to have Steve dipping down to his level. Staying so quiet, so careful not to disturb him. The visuals swarm his head until there’s nothing left but Steve.

Him and Steve. Connecting them together in that way after all.

So, Eddie gets up and walks back into the living room. He takes in the view of Steve curled up in the recliner, mouth slightly parted open. Chest falling with every sniffle, not quite a snore.

There’s so many emotions while looking at him. Eddie can’t just pin one down to fully comprehend what's going on. All he can do is repeat the scene that’s occupying his mind, settling in his bones.

“Here,” he whispers, placing another blanket across Steve’s lap. It’s feathery gentle, more than he intends for it to be. So gentle that Steve doesn’t shift or stir.

Eddie takes a deep breath and bends down, close enough to notice all the little details. The ones he’s been too sheepish to indulge in before last night.

The tiny hairs on Steve’s forearm. The creases in his t-shirt. The bit of dried toothpaste on his chin. None of it should make his cheeks feel this flushed, but they do.

He lets the rush of bravery wash through him as he kisses Steve on the tip of his nose. Just the way Steve must’ve done to him. It’s swift, lighter than he means for it to be. Barely touching. But it’s enough to switch his heart rate up a few notches, pulsing jumping in his wrist.

Eddie steps away, waiting to see if Steve wakes up. Not entirely sure if he wants that or if he’d rather keep this memory to himself.

“Thanks… by the way.” Eddie adds, brushing the tips of his fingers over Steve’s hand. Wishing he could trace the lines in his palm. Rewind back to last night and pause it there indefinitely. “I’ll tell you again when you’re up, but yeah.”

“Thank you, Steve Harrington.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #slight buckingham because I said so #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #biggest of shoutouts to lex for giving us this space to create and share together!!!#is the sleep depravation making Eddie good at flirting???#or is it all in his overactive imagination???#the world may never know #also Eddie is wearing one of Robin's shirts bc he never does laundry #that's not relevant - it's just a brainworm that he ironically wears her marching band tees #okay okay pls enjoy 💖#(and pretend I'm in a timezone where it's still August pls)

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lambilegs · 2 months ago

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happy valentines!! hope you have a good one 🖤 wanted to request if it's not much of an issue what spending your first valentines day with lee would be like? thank u!!

LOVERS' DAY WITH LEE HARKER

˖◛⁺⑅♡ note to anon: hiiiii love!! happy valentine's to you too, I hope you have a lovely day <33 omg so I was hoping to write something themed for today so this request is perfect hehe ˖◛⁺⑅♡ music: my girl - the temptations, it had to be you - frank sinatra, always be my baby - mariah carey, double take - dhruv, like I do - j.tajor (I so wish I could link my spotify's valentine's playlist for this, but alas, I can't so I'll just share which songs I enjoyed listening to when writing this hehe) ˖◛⁺⑅♡ contains: sfw, lee and reader being gay af and in love pretty much, not proofread. would absolutely love to hear what you guys think, it always makes me very happy and motivated to know mwah mwah ˖◛⁺⑅♡ divider by: @/fairytopea

okay so first off, I feel like lee would never be someone who cared much at all about valentine's day or saw it as a big deal, you know? she definitely is the kind of partner who feels she should consistently give you that support and care and doesn't really feel the need to designate a day to spoiling you

which is why if you're someone who likes valentine's day, you've gotta tell her so she knows exactly what your expectations are. otherwise, she's gonna feel at a loss to know what level of grandeur you're expecting on her end and she'll have nothing to go off of but her own research LMAO

if you tell her you just want her to do what she thinks is a nice gesture, and leave the planning to her for it, she'll just be a confused wreck for the first few days

eventually, though, through extensive research, she decides what'll be best is probably a gift and some kind of date, since that seems to be what most couples do and expect

her gift will either be something practical (like, if you've been having bad back pain, she'll get a back massager), or something she's observed you looking at in stores (she privately keeps a messy list of things she's seen you admiring in public so she can refer to it on your birthday or your guys' anniversary)

since she's a simp tho, she'll probably end up going with both kinds of gifts LOL

as for a date, she decides it'd just be most practical to decide on that together, so that both of you are comfortable with the idea

a lot of couples tend to do big outings, but you're well aware that lee isn't really comfortable with outings that put her in crowded spaces or take her out of her comfort zone. so, you guys settle on something simple, like going on a walk, then making dinner together and sharing it at home

which honestly still feels as intimate and special as going out. because, ofc, lee gets super busy with work, and this sometimes leads to an entire month of no pre-planned dates. time spent together, yes, but actual dates planned out are a different thing. so, reserving a slot of time just for you and her to talk, catch up and spend quality time means, like, a lot to her. honestly, I feel like quality time is probably one of her top love languages, since I think she'd need to spend a lot of time with someone to be comfortable enough to be romantically involved with them

like ACCKKKKK I'm getting butterflies thinking of it, but I can just imagine you two walking through a snowy trail, catching up, and when you're in the middle of rambling about something you're really passionate about, she's just gently smiling and feeling rejuvenated by the knowledge that, yes, this is exactly why she's so enamoured with you

if you catch her watching you and ask what's up, she'll just clear her throat and look away, mumbling, "nothing"

if you proceed to tease her, sidling to her side and nuzzling against her, she'll just roll her eyes and ignore you, but continue to keep her arm wrapped around you the entire time

when you guys cook together, you'll either play a tape or have some cheesy romance movie playing in the background, much to lee's cringing. but, it's just white noise, really, for the entire time, you two are bickering over how exact to be with the pasta recipe, with lee calling for exact precision and you insisting on a little flare to suit both your guys' tastes

as per usual, she gives into you

when you're stirring the sauce together, she leans on the counter, watching you with intense eyes, feeling her stomach clench at just how grateful she feels. to be this comfortable with someone, this at ease, is a rarity for her. she never really thought of herself as having a long-lasting relationship or partner, content with her solitude and reconciled with the idea that her discomfort with social situations would probably prevent her from finding someone who she truly feels loosened and relaxed with. so, the fact that you found her, and somehow, bore your way through her walls until you got to make a home in her chest, still makes her feel slightly astonished. and wholly grateful.

she hesitates, but pushes herself onward, knowing you'd like her to be open with her desire for affection, and walks over, giving you a back hug, chin perched on your shoulder. you laugh softly at the touch, your stomach rumbling under her arm.

"all okay?" you ask gently.

lee just breathes in your scent, quietly saying, "yeah, I'm okay"

you guys eat together on her couch, your legs tossed over hers as they stretch along the couch. she has one hand resting on your thigh, thumb smoothing over the fabric of your pants, while the other is feeding herself.

"you know, this is pretty good," you mutter wondrously when chewing. "maybe we should just run away and spend the rest of our days making pasta."

"that definitely sounds reasonable," she mutters with a faint smile, squeezing your knee. she hasn't admitted it to you, at least not yet, but she does think about that sometimes. well, a lot. how one day in the future, she'd like to retire and move with you to somewhere secluded, somewhere away from oregon. somewhere that's not tainted with her childhood, or that'll remind her of her work, no matter how proud she is of it. somewhere reserved only for the two of you. it's a big commitment, a huge one, really, but she wouldn't have ever gotten with you if she wasn't sure of her decision.

when you two swap gifts, she's biting her lip nervously, hands fidgeting on her lap as you eagerly pull a gift from the first paper brown bag she handed to you. when you find the body massager, you immediately laugh, your heart swelling with how considerate, and unorthodox, the present is.

lee, on the other hand, is watching you carefully, trying to understand why you're so amused, and if it's an indicator she did something wrong. when you notice this, your laugh falters and you lean in to kiss her cheek, mumbling, "I love it, baby. thank you."

she clears her throat, heat rising to her cheeks from the affectionate touch. inside, though, is a stirring of satisfaction and pride, the feeling only increasing by a tenfold when you pull out the plushie she got you and scream in delight.

"I, um..." she trails off, suddenly feeling a tad pathetic. "I sprayed my cologne on it. I heard some people like that."

and you definitely seem to, she observes, based on how you shove your nose into the plushie then immediately throw yourself into her lap, dotting kisses all over her face, which sends her beaming shyly.

she absolutely does not let you read the card in front of her. she just tells you to do it when she's not in the house and you're alone LMFAO

you get her some slacks, since she hates going to malls and stores and getting them herself, as well as some books and tapes she's been interested in. of course, it wouldn't be a proper gift from you without some romance involved to make her blush, hehe, so all of these are paired with something like a bouquet or flowers, or a letter with a lock of hair attached.

all of the gifts have her, like, insanely touched. again, she never thought she'd be be in this position before of having a partner who she's in a committed, devoted bond with, who she actually gets to spend this holiday with. feeling the familiarity and knowledge of her seeping in every gift you hand her, the consideration you put into all of them, has her nearly welling up. along with her mom, you're the sensitive point in her life, the one who has her shaken with fear over losing.

she does make a light joke over your romantic gift, brushing her thumb over it as her lips softly turn up. probably something along the lines of, "you're kind of a sap, aren't you?"

but, months later, when you borrow her jacket to take out the trash, stuffing your hands in her pocket, you freeze at the touch of something unfamiliar buried deep beneath her receipts. when you take it out, you nearly cry at the sight of a dried, crinkled flower from that february day.

you love her, and she loves you. what could be better than that?

+ bonus: her love letter one hundred percent has you bawling. she pours everything into it that she usually struggles to say. the part that has you downright sobbing is when she writes, "I always thought I'd be satisfied to live on my own, with nothing to account for but myself. But, I'd happily cling onto you like a shadow from now on, as long as you're okay with it. I'm yours, completely. And I promise to always keep you safe."

#ik this got very long and sappy but I can't help it okay I love valentine's day and I love tender ass lee hcs 😭💓#lee harker #lee harker x reader #lee harker fanfiction #longlegs 2024 #longlegs fanfiction #s.writing

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polyamorousmood · 2 months ago

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Hiiii

Just came around to the idea of polyamory (I’ve known for a long time but didn’t get fully settled into the idea until this year) and as much as I love my current partner, he’s struggling with the idea of it. I’m only in a monogamous relationship with him at the moment, but eventually I would like to branch out. Do you have any advice on how we can better adjust to this idea? I’ve been having some conversations with him but he just isn’t understanding it, not open to it, or wants me to further explain myself when I’ve gone through everything I could and I fear breaking up may be on the horizon but I don’t want to do that. I just feel like I’m in a mess rn and I’m not sure where to start. Do you have any advice? Thank you so much 🫶🏼

These asks are some of the hardest to answer. Break-ups are a real possibility, even if the relationship is otherwise amazing.

If he's unopen to talking about it -- to genuinely working to understand -- there's very little I can do for you. At that point, you options are "suck it up forever", "he sucks it up forever", or "break up". Everything else is just one of those options with extra steps.

If he is willing to talk about it, then we can play ball ⚽⚾

You'll have to start some work on determining where he's actually at, and where he's willing to grow. What I had to do for myself was draw a line in the sand, because I would have let my strictly monog partners continue to lead me on about it for years. I essentially gave them a deadline in my mind -- "if they're not okay with this in a year, they're either not trying or not capable, and I need to cut my losses" is what I went with. Yours may vary. Make this line in the sand less then your breaking point, if it all possible. And I mean that. Put some very very real thought into how much more of this you can take. It hurts so fucking bad to do, but I tore myself up trying to hold out for years and I promise that does not feel better.

But for now, yes, you should do your best to explain it. But its a very difficult thing to explain to someone who doesn't feel it. I think this post does a pretty good (though not perfect) job, if you want another angle. The comparison I go to often is that I would eat my favorite meal damn near every day if I could, but I cannot eat it for every meal. How long before it feels like a chore? How long before there are other serious effects? Any way you explain it, though, is going to have some drawbacks. Almost all of them risk your partner feeling like you're sick of him, when in my experience its more like feeling trapped. Be prepared to counter these. You might try asking him to explain it to you based on his understanding so far, and ask him to try and predict how you would feel based on this. You can correct as necessary, but its very easy for the other partner here to focus on their own issues with it rather than building empathy. (Also, you gotta be empathetic, too. But since monogamy is the norm at this point, I assume you spent a lot of time trying to understand that).

Couples counseling, with a good counselor, is also an option. I would call around and ask their philosophy on polyamory before committing to one.

If he's for real trying but still struggling, you're probably going to have to invest a lot of time into rooting out the very source of his issues with polyamory, then helping him unlearn that. It is not for the faint of heart. Its... Its not something I personally would be able to do anymore if they weren't willing to give me something, to try something for my sake. But perhaps I'm just spoiled by my current situation.

I have a lot more thoughts about opening a relationship here and here. One of those links to a very good workbook on unravelling jealousy if that turns out to be any part of his not being okay with polyamory, and he's willing to work on it.

Stay strong, my friend 💪. Its a shitty place to be, but its not forever, one way or another. I wish you luck though 🍀

PS Come back if you have any more specific questions

#polyamory #opening relationships #poly relationship advice #ask box is always open

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trashland-llamas · 2 days ago

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just to hide outside your door

[ x gn reader / ao3 link ]

Reader who goes to Frank after an argument with Matt. Having gone nonverbal, they easily maneuvered the subway system without incident. Not bothering to text him that they were on their way over. Simply showing up at his door with three loud knocks. Watching as the door swings open.

Frank's larger build in front of it; shoulders squared, hard-eyed, and furrowed eyebrows to match. Ready to ask 'what the fuck do you want?' before he realizes it's them. 'What happened?' Frank gruffly asks after he relaxes some of the tension from his body. Moving out of the way to let them in.

Pointing to their mouth, Reader shakes their head, telling him of their current state. Frank takes a longer look at them. 'Told you to stop doing that.' Referring to the scratch marks adorning their neck. 'Know it hurts, your throat closing in on itself, all suddenly. But digging your nails into the skin like that ain't gonna help.' Reader puts a fist up to their chest, signing the word 'sorry.'

'You say that, but you keep doing it.' Watching as Reader crosses their fingers on both hands. Mouthing the word, 'promise.'

'Alright, I'll keep you to that then.' Frank grabs the remote, patting the seat next to him. 'Looks like we'll just have to wait it out then.' Turning the tv on to some random show for background noise. Aware that Reader would end up getting invested in what was happening on the screen. Reader plopped down next to him, pulling their legs to their chest. Holding a pillow to their chest.

They got through two episodes before Reader was able to talk again.

'So what happened?'

Clearing their throat, Reader responded, 'found out who Daredevil is. Behind the mask,' Frank kept his face neutral, feeling their gaze. Seeking his reaction. 'Red told you?' An expectation of the answer already in mind.

'No, it took him stumbling into the apartment with a boatload of injuries for me to find out. Freaked out, we got into an argument. Said some not so nice shit to each other and that's how I ended up here.'

'You knew?' Reader asks, toying with a loose thread along the pillow's seam. Not too surprised, the emotional bandwidth for that shot. They already knew about Frank being the Punisher.

Frank tersely nodded, 'can say we run in the same circles.' He didn't know what the hell he and Matt were. Guessing frenemies would be the word for it. 'It's complicated.'

Reader chuckles at his response, 'y'all probably act like an old married couple.' Patting them on the knee, Frank caught their attention once more. 'You're not the first to say that.'

'Listen, you can stay for the night. Not a hotel though, gotta eventually go and talk to him,' Reader found it odd that Frank didn't use his usual idiom of getting back on the horse. Ignoring the thought, they let out a short, 'never said you were.'

'Just glad you're talking again. Always nice to hear your voice.'

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thanksbutno98 · 2 years ago

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Skinny Dipping

John Price x fem!reader

Warning: NSFW no smut but a lot of mentions of it, swearing, alcohol, mentions of death, not edited. I linked the music I mention in the fic.

Summary: A night out with your friends goes disappointingly. Leaving you hoping for a fun night with your boyfriend John Price.

Music:

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It was 8 o’clock as John scribbled away at the kitchen table over some paper work he didn’t want to do. His mind kept drifting to the thought of you. The sound of one of your jazz records playing in the living room being the main culprit. He shook his head trying to drown it out only to see your sweet smile beaming at him from the picture of you two hung on the wall. It was from your first holiday abroad. You were sat in the sand a beer in your hand, his bucket hat on, and in that maroon swim suit you looked so good in. His arm was slung around your shoulder and his horrible farmers tan visible since he was only in his black swim trunks. He hated the picture but you insisted you looked to cute to not hang it up. John couldn’t argue with that.

The clock ticking sounded louder and louder eventually drowning out the jazz music. Leaving John with his wandering thoughts. What were you doing? Were you dancing with your friends or drunk off your ass bating away some guy?

You were having a night out with your hometown friends who were passing through. That meant you all met for dinner and were going clubbing after. John wasn’t jealous at least he was pretending he wasn’t; but that short loose skirt, cleavage, and red bottoms were stuck in his mind. He bent you over the kitchen table and showed you how good you looked. It made you late to meet with your friends but you didn’t seem to mind. Being more than vocal, telling him how good it all felt and giggling when he slipped your panties into his pocket. God, the thought of you out partying with no panties was driving him mad.

With a sigh John checked his phone to see if you had sent him any messages. Only seeing the two he had sent you asking if you got there alright and if you were having fun. He took your silence as a ‘yes.’ Surprisingly as he was about to put the phone back in his pocket. Your friend Tim’s name popped up.

“Tim?” John answered quickly. His mind automatically jumping to the worst case scenario.

“Price, you gotta come pick up Y/N.” Tim was barley audible as the loud music and shouting sounded over him.

“Is she okay?” John was already standing and shuffling to get his shoes on.

“Yeah she’s fine. She left her purse at home which has her phone and money. The girls are being a bit much I think she just want to go home.” John glanced at the kitchen counter to his left. Sure enough, your clutch and phone were sitting just under a hand towel. No wonder you forgot it. The fact you had two glasses of wine and a shot of his whiskey before you left didn’t help.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

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John felt out of place as he walked into the night club you were at. It was packed with sweaty bodies and people screaming over the music to talk to one another. A bachelorette party was in full swing on the dance floor making John cringe at the lewd dancing and penis necklaces. It wasn’t the type of crowd he’d normally chose to be around.

The local pub was his go to spot. He stuck out like a sore thumb here in his blue jeans, green flannel, and beanie. The bouncer made him pay double what he asked other guys and John knew it was purely based off his attire. Most of the time he would’ve given the guy trouble but he just wanted to get you home. John pushed through the crowd looking around for you. He appreciated being tall in these situation, he had a good vantage point.

“Hey, handsome.” John turned surprised to have two hands firmly on his bicep. A short girl with jet black hair was staring up at him and she was drunk off her ass. Which was crazy to him since it was pretty early in the night.

“I’m Beth. Want a drink?” The young woman tugged on John’s arm to get him over to her table with one other woman. He was unmoving as he took in the empty martini glasses littering the table.

“We’ll make your night worthwhile.” The other blonde woman flirted shamelessly.

“No.” Was all John said rather forcefully making the blonde jump slightly. He barked it out like he did orders. His curtness had Beth stepping back with wide eyes. She clearly wasn’t expecting to get shut down so quickly. John pulled his arm away shooting them one last disgusted look at the implication and stalking away.

“Asshole.” She called after John as he made his way over to the bar. Scanning the surrounding crowd for you, assuming you would be at a table. He spotted Tim and a few other of your friends huddled by one of the those expensive tables that did bottle service. He wasn’t expecting you guys to be so extravagant but to each their own.

“Hey there sexy.” The sound of your voice was so close to John’s ear it made him nearly jump out of his skin. How the hell did you sneak up on him like that. Turning around he was met with the sight of you. You were kneeling on a bar stool so you were able to whisper in his ear. A playful grin on those gorgeous lips and big eyes staring at him lustfully.

“Well, don’t you look ravishing.” John couldn’t help but flirt back instantly. He loved when you got all flirty with him it riled him up. Plus, it felt good to show you off to some people he thought were lacking in self respect. You turned your attention quickly to the table of girls he had just walked passed. The two of them gaping like fish that you were the one who caught his fancy.

“Did that girl call you an asshole?” You had a mean look on your face now as you stared from him to the woman who had just insulted him. They were glaring right back at you. The thought passed by quickly as John explained they hit on him. It made you burst out laughing when he told you his one word response. Your heart fluttering at how easily he turned down other women showing you were more than enough. You slowly made your way off the stool with John’s guiding hand. It was your ungraceful decent that tipped John off to how drunk you had gotten. The signature doe eyes giving you away and the way you swayed just a little as you stood still. The strangers long forgotten.

“I think you need a water.” John couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you looked as he flagged down the bartender. You looked just as stunning as when you left but now you were drunk and rambling about your friends bad moods.

“Just a water.” John nodded to the bartender as if to communicate it was time to cut you off.

“No, get me a mojito!” The bartender was staring at John with an amused smile.

“Love, I don’t think y-“

“I’ll have a mojito and he’ll have the water.” You looked at your boyfriend sweetly as he returned the look with skepticism. He gave in since he always had trouble saying ‘no’ to you.

He dug into his pant pocket and paid the man. The red lace panties peaking out for a split second making you grin like a fool. He really did keep them in his pocket and you instantly wanted to mount him then and there. The memories of being bent over the kitchen table flooding your mind.

“You sure you want to leave so early? It’s only 9:30.” John was giving you a charming smirk as he slipped his wallet back into place. Knowing all to well you had caught a glimpse of the contents in his pocket.

“Emma and Lesley have been arguing all night and keep trying to drag me into it. So I want one last drink and to get out of here and do something fun with you.” The sweet confession was music to John’s ears. He selfishly wanted a night alone with you as soon as you left your old run down apartment.

“Not sure you need another drink.” His seriousness was lost in his smile.

“C’mon don’t be the fun police!” Your words dripped in honey. Only for you to trip slightly on your unstable feet. John’s strong hands catching you by your hips as you stumbled into his chest. You breathed him in loving the smell of sandalwood and a slight note of musk. His thick eyebrow quirking playfully as he brought you a little closer.

“My hero.” You beamed up at him. It was impossible not to be swept away by how lovey you got when intoxicated. That was until the drinks were set down and you grabbed at it before John could stop you. Half the drink was gone by the time he took it from your grip.

“I think you’ve had enough, love.” John watched as you pouted at him. Nothing was going to get your drink back to you as John downed the rest of it and shoved the glass of water in your face.

“Aw, that was mine.” You lightly stamped your foot like a petulant child. Taking a sip of the water his finger found the bottom of the glass to tip it a little bit more causing you to gulp down the beverage.

“Have a couple more sips and let’s go home. I don’t fit in here at all.” You pouted into the cold ice water as you listened to your boyfriend.

“Good, I don’t want you to fit in here.” You admitted.

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“These chips are amazing.” You were in the passenger seat of John’s truck as he sped down an old dirt road. You had a small bag of chips in your lap that were half gone. It was a little stop you asked John to make while on your way home. Now you were headed to the second stop.

“I can’t believe you convinced me to take you here.” He half chuckled. His hand placed firmly on your upper thigh, thumb massaging your supple skin.

“When’s the last time you had a little fun?” You teased waving the potato wedge in his face. He shot you a flirty look as he took the chip in his mouth. Reaching over and rummaging through the bag for more.

“Had a lot of fun right before you left.” The words would have come off more appealing if he didn’t speak with his mouth full. But who were you to complain you just half begged him to take you here.

John pulled down a deserted road that lead through a thick patch of woods. It was about a half mile of rugged terrain. The truck lurched over exposed roots and down a slightly steep rocky slope. You sat in silence as John focused on the pitch black road ahead. His headlights doing little to help. A feeling of safety flooded your pulsing veins at the knowledge of being in such capable hands. He knew this area like the back of his hand and you couldn’t help but find it extremely sexy he was such an outdoorsmen.

You had never realized until now that someone was capable of making you feel this way. Safe and loved. Those were things you just read about or pretended to feel in past relationships. Turning you committed the way he looked in the green hue of the old radio light to memory. His chiseled jaw, soft blue eyes, and that freckle on his nose.

You had asked John if you two could sit under the stars at his favorite fishing spot and camp if he had the stuff in his truck. John couldn’t help but jump at the opportunity. It didn’t matter that you asked at 10 o’clock at night. This was his favorite thing to do with you. This specific spot brought him so much comfort and solace when the world became too loud.

It took no time to pull out of the woods and onto the bank of the pond. The wheels of the truck spinning for only a second in a patch of mud.

“Here we are my lady.” John tipped his hat politely.

“Woohoo!” You threw your arms in the air cheering. You were still a little drunk which made John snort out a laugh.

“C’mon I’ll start a fire. You go get the blanket and other stuff out.” The cars engine died as the keys were pulled from the ignition. The headlights still on and casting a bright white light over the rippling water fifteen yards away.

“Yes, sir. Price sir!” You saluted before turning in your seat and reaching into the back. The position had your ass in the air as you were bent over the backrest of the long bench seat.

John groaned as he saw your skirt hike up to just below the curve of your ass. He acted impulsively sliding his hand under the fabric and grabbing the flesh with a bruising grip. You yelped at the sudden action only making John’s eyes darken as he pulled his hand back and smacked the fatty flesh hard. Watching as it jiggled oh so sinfully. The impact left a burning red handprint on your now bare ass.

“Simmer down Romeo.” You warned the sting boarding on pain. Kicking your feet against the seat you hurled yourself into the back with a thud. John only chuckled to himself as he got out of his truck. Walking around to the bed of it to grab a black tool box where he kept a small hatchet and flint.

Inside the back seat you began moving things around finding the large picnic blanket from under the seat. You also found the pair of shorts you thought you lost last summer. Clearly you left them in here after a fishing trip. You placed them neatly with an extra white t-shirt John had just in case. Continuing to rummage around the back looking for the tent under the seat you found a little wooden box. Must be cigars. You opened it to bring one to you boyfriend only to drop the box and fall backwards into the door frame. Hitting your head against the window and groaning at the dull pain. Your movement definitely shook the truck.

“Okay in there?” You heard John call from some distance away as he set up the campfire.

“Worry about yourself!” You called out the window, getting a sarcastic comment back that you didn’t bother listening to.

It was a hand gun and flimsy cardboard box of bullets in the wooden box. You placed it back where you found it and made a mental note that your military boyfriend kept a gun in his truck. Not the most surprising thing but it still startled you. You continued to rummage around in the back. Looking under the seat with the little flashlight you found.

Once the dusty underside of the seat was illuminated you broke out into a devilish grin. There was a bottle with no label but it contained a brown liquid that you knew was whiskey. Fishing it out you put everything back where it belonged and grabbed the large blanket and tent. You jumped onto the cold dirt ground in your bare feet to see the beginning stages of the fire. Wow, he got that going fast.

“Care for a drink?” You skipped over shaking the bottle at your boyfriend. The contents sloshing around in a satisfying way. He was squatting by the small flame a cigar caught between his teeth.

“I forgot I had that.” John grinned back at you with an out stretched hand. The bottle looked so much smaller in his grip than yours as he flicked the top off and took two large gulps.

“I couldn’t find any cups.” You laid the blanket down a few feet away from the fire.

“Oh you’re scared I might give you something.” John joked as he took the tent you had set down.

“No, just thought we could be a little more civilized.” You mused watching John make the assembly of the tent look easy. It brought you back to the one time he left you in charge of setting it up. He found you skipping rocks while the tent laid in a heap since you couldn’t put it up right without the instructions.

“Coming from the girl with no panties.” John quipped nodding for you to take a drink.

“You could give them back.” You snatched the bottle off the ground with a coy smile. Silently begging for him to slip them back on you. Tipping your head back you took a swig reveling in the way the amber liquid burned your throat as it went down. You gasped slightly at how strong it was and passed it right back.

“Strong, innit?” John laughed as he took another swig and finished setting the tent up. It took him little time as you chatted and passed the bottle back and forth. The sleeping bags finding there why out of the truck. Once things were set up to Johns standards he glanced at his watch and saw it was about to be midnight. So he walked to the truck to get your night officially going.

You didn’t bother asking where he was off to. Not needing to know why, only interested in the way the stars looked in the clear night sky. The truck door wheezed as John opened it. The headlights flicking off leaving the campfires crackling warmth as your main source of light. The crickets chirped and the water of the pond splashed softly against the dilapidated dock. The sounds of nature were soon joined by the sound of John’s truck radio ‘La vie en rose’ by Louis Armstrong playing just loud enough for you two to enjoy but not attract any passer by. Not that there would be anyone out here this was John’s most private place. The instrumental of the trumpet swept you into another time. Making the shore of the pond feel like the most romantic place on earth.

John smiled triumphantly at his romantic gesture. Turning back to you expecting you to be ready to goof around like usual but you weren’t. You had the bottle of whiskey in your hand as you twirled along to the music. The dancing fire behind you left your silhouette as a dark shadow, as you spun along to the notes and swayed in the cool night air. You looked ethereal in that little dress, hair down, and bare feet. Just the shape of you was mesmerizing. You were to lost in the music to notice him staring or the chatter of a Polaroid being taken. Taking the image John shook it making a metal note to take it with him on his next deployment. Slipping the photo into the visor of his car he watched you twirl so quickly the skirt of your dress was floating around you. John couldn’t help the way his heart beat a little faster when your outstretched hand and beckoned for him to come and join you. His own romantic gesture overshadowed by everything you were. You bowed in his direction as the song came to a close. Sam Cooke’s ‘Nothing Can Change This Love’ coming on next.

“Dance with me.” You called. Words dripping in sweetest syrup and whiskey. The lyrics of the song falling off your tongue as you continued your movement. John was taking long strides towards you before he even registered he had started moving.

Catching you by your hips and lifting your dirty feet off the ground your body floated into the night sky over his head. Coming back down to earth your lover spun you around in his muscular arms. The surprised squeal only encouraged John to hear that sound again. The tips of your toes dusting against the ground as you wrapped your arms around Johns neck. His hands splayed on your back holding you impossibly close. Soft lips meeting as you swayed along to the old cassette tape.

All of the love John had for you lit up the night sky as he dipped you to the beat of the song. The beautiful sound of your laugh warming him more than any campfire or whiskey ever could as you tipped your head back dramatically. It showed off your neck and cleavage creating a slightly erotic display. Your hair flowed in the light of the fire, eyes spilling with love and lust. Bringing you back up and into his chest you two swayed like that until the song faded into the sound of chirping crickets.

“You know how much I love you?” John whispered the static of the radio creating an electricity in the air. It had your hair standing on end as if you were about to be struck by lightening.

“Why don’t you remind me?” You breathed out as you saw the look of pure adoration dance in John’s deep blue eyes.

“You’re the girl of my dreams. I’d do anything for you. Love you through anything.” John pressed his forehead against yours as another song started.

“I love you John.” You whispered against his lips as you tugged him down by the collar to kiss you. His lips meeting yours eagerly.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” John pulled away breathless.

“Become a grumpy old hermit.” You quipped.

“Ya, I probably would.” John’s smile slowly slipped away as you did. His grasp coming loose from your hips as you held his wrists and backed away. A sly smile spreading across your kiss swollen lips. John watched with wide eyes as you slipped out of your dress and tossing it on the blanket, now completely naked. The campfire made your bare form all the more beautiful. With one last cheeky smile you turned and ran for the dock. John watched your ass the whole way.

“Little minx!” John called after you. You could barley here him over the sound of your feet against the the dirt then wood of the dock. Bounding into the water with a splash you sank below the surface. The cool rush felt like you were kissed by ice. It was exhilarating as your bare foot touched the sandy bottom and propelled yourself up to the surface. Brushing your damp hair out of your face you turned to see John hopping on one leg trying to get his sock off, leaving him just in his boxers. You swam on your back watching as he stripped out of the last of his clothes and made a dash towards the dock.

You were already laughing as you watched his bare ass fly over your head and land a foot away from you. The splash of water smacking you in the face. Your giggles stopped quickly as you felt a firm grasp on your ankle. You immediately knew what was about to happen, John loved doing this to you. Taking a deep breath instinctually your body was tugged under the water. The sound of rushing water and your beating heart loud in your ears. With your eyes closed you felt around, John’s arms were pulling you into his warmth and kissing you beneath the surface of the pond. It was a little game to him and it always made your heart flutter to be surrounded by water with your lips firmly pressed against his. The kiss was short but felt like fireworks were going off inside your racing heart. Your body was being dragged back up to the surface a gasp leaving you as your lungs filled with air once more.

“I never want this night to end.” John’s arms were circled around your naked waist at he hugged you close to him. His chest hair rough against your breasts and his breath smelling of whiskey as you lost yourself in him. You melted into the water surrounding him and keeping his solid form at bay as you two made love under the stary sky.

You didn’t know it but this would be the last time you saw John for quite sometime. Two men in military fatigues greeting you at your apartment door and giving John his immediate orders. The memory of skinny dipping and getting drunk by the campfire keeping you company for almost half a year. By the time the five months came and went your boyfriend came back home to you a different person. You were told he was held captive and could tell something horrible happened but he wouldn’t be able to speak to you about it for over a year. The pond and his boyish laugh being a memory frozen forever in time. This was your first real experience of the affects of war and what exactly it did to Johns mind. It was the pivotal point in your relationship where you had to accept the crushing fact that he might not come home next time.

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