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seoliee · 2 months

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Married with the LaD Men

Yeah I can't think of a title for this one.

These are just my headcanons on what they would be like as a partner for life. Enjoy!

Oh and no Caleb in this one. Sorry :<

Have you ever wondered what it's like being married to them?

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— XAVIER : Adorably Clumsy

• Xavier just got back from a 3 day mission when he was stopped by Captain Jenna herself. At first he thought that perhaps she's about to give him another mission and was ready to decline it, but the thought was quickly demolished when she informed him that you had gotten sick and ordered to stay at home since a day ago.

• Xavier who accidentally slams the bedroom door open and woken you up from your peaceful slumber. You wanted to smack him, but was unable to do so as your body was still far too weak.

• Xavier who gazed down at you with worry, placing a kiss on your forehead and head out of the room.

• Xavier came back holding a tray in his hands. "I made you something." His words were more than enough to send a chill down your spine and force you awake once again.

• Xavier who helped you sit up and sets down a steaming bowl of porridge with chopped chives on top. You looked down on the seemingly normal looking food then went up to look at his innocent and angelic face that waits for you to take a bite. It almost felt like a criminal offense to decline his goodwill.

• Xavier who's face turns into worry as your face almost went stone like after taking one spoonful of the porridge he made. "It's not good... isn't it?" He asks, almost deflated. You on the other hand, shook your head for a 'no' as you felt guilty seeing that he went through the effort of cooking despite not even being out of his hunter uniform yet. So you tried your best to swallow it down despite the salty taste. You were about to take another bite when he took the spoon and bowl away from you. "You don't have to force yourself, Love. You might get even more sick."

• Xavier sets down a plate with four no crusts sandwiches, replacing the salty concoction he made. "I made custard cream sandwiches. Hope you like them more." He sees the twinkle in your eyes upon seeing the sandwiches and watched with great adoration as you gobbled up one piece in no time. It's great to know you have an appetite.

• Xavier who's face becomes mildly pale when you asked about the state of the kitchen. "I'll.. clean it afterwards..." That was all the answer you needed to know. Confirming your hunches that the kitchen is in ruins.

— ZAYNE : Signs

• Zayne although, not an expert in the field, have seen certain signs that peaked his attention. Recently, you've been asking him to buy certain types of sour and sweet treats. You, having a sweet tooth is not new to him, but having a particular taste for sour treats is one.

• Zayne who watches you combine a kiwi fruit with a slab of peanut butter on top and ate it with a delightful expression. He continues to watch as you repeat the process and practically devour half of the kiwi pack and empty the peanut butter jar in half. You finally noticed him, and offer one which he merely shook his head for a no and continues to read his book, still giving you side glances from time to time.

• Zayne who noticed you were beginning to become quite sluggish. Often, refusing to get up from the bed to declining his proposals of going out on a date during his time off. It was all too strange to him as you would usually be always on your feet and is the one who always bugs him to go out despite his busy work schedule.

• Zayne while even at work, his thoughts were filled of you and your strange behavior. A nurse came in to deliver the documents of his patients for the day, and did some small talk with him while gathering the results he have finished to make. He doesn't usually entertain such things in a workspace, but the topic of a fellow nurse's pregnancy caught his attention.

• Zayne asked the nurse about certain signs, but not disclosing it was from you. A flicker of emotion appears in his eyes before returning back to normal as the nurse confirmed that it might be a sign of pregnancy, but added that it would be wiser to take a test.

• Zayne admits to himself that he has hunches that your strange behaviors might be exhibiting signs that you are indeed pregnant. Considering that after being married, the two of you were rather active. He merely needed one more confirmation from a second party about the signs before proceeding to visit a pharmacy on the way back from his lunch break to buy a test.

• Zayne who had come home after a busy day of work. He sees you slouched down on the couch, eating a tub of ice cream. You looked up at him, holding a spoon on your mouth and greeted him with a smile. "Welcome home, honey~"

• Zayne sets down the paper bag with a thud on top of the coffee table and sat down beside her. He places a hand on the exposed part of your thigh and looks at you with the most serious face he ever shown you. You were confused and already forgotten about the ice cream, asking him if something is wrong. After quite some time, he finally told you. "I think you're pregnant." He hands you a pregnancy test box, you took it despite being dumbfounded.

• Zayne who's eyes were slightly wide open upon hearing your next words. "But.. I just got my period..." His lips were parted, now the one who looks so puzzled. He brings up your strange behaviors in which you replied with a laugh. "Oh I see. Sometimes I become like that whenever my period is near."

• Zayne who somewhat felt down and didn't noticed that you reached out to the paper bag and took out its contents. Your eyes softened upon seeing books about pregnancy, taking care of a baby, and parenting. The books were then snatched from you, switching your attention back to him who tried his best to hide his flustered expression with a cough. You thought that he must've felt excited about you being pregnant and had bought these despite not being confirmed yet. You felt bad, and leaned closer to him. "You know that we have all the time in world to try again, right?" Your voice and words was enough to soothe his initial disappointment as a smile finally curls up to his lips. "You're right."

"You know! I heard that doing it while on period has the highest ch—"

"Don't even continue it."

— RAFAYEL : Serene Canvas

• Rafayel who proposed the idea of them spending their valuable time off in doing some painting. Saying that being productive is better than lounging around. You, on the other hand, had no qualms about painting, but not exactly confident with it either.

• Rafayel who already painted a beautiful scenery as the background of his painting while you, have just finished painting the sky and a little bit of nick nacks on the bottom.

• Rafayel who peaked at your painting, and proceeds to say. "Amazing, Amore. Those clouds look like soft marshmallows and the trees are.. um.. uniquely abstract." You, looked at him with the most blank face you could muster and say. "Those trees are supposed to be people..."

• Rafayel who's face goes blank, looking back at the painting, analyzing the 'trees' once more. He could've sworn those looked more like what he described. He looked back at you, taking in the way your hair cascaded your face and looking upset despite trying hard not to.

• Rafayel comes up with a solution and says. "Anyways.. you're doing an amazing job, Amore. Who knew you'd have an artistic side." You, only scowled at him, and out of spite points the red dipped bristles of the paintbrush on his cheek and made a one clean stroke.

• Rafayel blinks in bewilderment, feeling the wet bristles brush against his skin and the red paint trickling down. Soon, you snorted, soon a wholehearted laugh came. The initial annoyance you felt dissipated.

• Rafayel who cannot help, but share a warm chuckle as he gazes down at you with the most softened eyes ever. Though, the little bit of mischief in them is visible. He dipped his paintbrush, and then proceeds to make a clean stroke of blue on your cheek, making you yelp in surprise at the cold sensation. His thin lips curled into a mischievous smirk. "Now, we're even."

• Rafayel who laughs wholeheartedly as both of you take playful jabs of paintbrush towards each other, and practically covering yourselves in paint. While you were trying to reach your paintbrush at him, the stool you've been sitting on went out balance and knock yourself off of it, dragging him with you down on the floor.

• Rafayel who still laughs despite the mess that both of you made on his study. His tall and broad frame hovers above you, gazing at you with love filled eyes. He intertwines his hand with yours, a teasing smirk curls up to his lips. "I think that's enough painting for now..."

"I'd like to explore the canvas underneath me more."

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #xavier love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace

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s-sugustar · 4 months

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Your body is my safe space

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ pairings !: ex-military! Reiner Braun x black! fem! reader

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ content warnings !: fatphobia, insecurities, mentions of fatphobia

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ word count !: 1.9k

ʬʬ: ̗̀➛ author's notes !: exams almost done and wheww, I couldn't wait to post this. I didn't do the synopsis cause I suck at em. Also, congrats to @chrollohearttags for hitting 13k!! You deserve ittt sunny! 💕

You twisted and turned, rolling until you found the perfect spot to sink into the silk sheets. You moaned quietly as you found yourself curled into a pillow, your head snuggling into the cold side of the pillow. from the light snores that came from above, you knew that your fiancé was still deep in sleep.

You giggled to yourself as an idea filled your mind. crawling back to where your fiancée laid, you slowed your breathing before pulling back the sheets that was snugged around his waist. You observed Reiner quietly, toned biceps that slowly gained fat over time; no longer working out as much as he once did. you could still see the outline of his abs, but his soft pudgy stomach caught your attention.

You loved to feel it beneath your fingers grasped unto his tanned skin. When you met Reiner, he was somewhat shy and very conscious of the way he looked. With time spent and memories made, you helped Reiner shaped into the person he is today. He may have his moments, but one thing is for sure, and two things are for certain, once his wife fiancée loved the way he looked then that's all that mattered to him.

Once your hips lowered onto his, the tip of your right index finger traced lines from his happy trail right up to his jaw, your other hand playing with his nipple. Reiner groaned, the feathery touch from your finger causing sparks to flow through his body all the whilst he slept.

Your smile widened, you quickly pulled your hands back before laying one out flat unto his stomach whilst the other gripped the sheets, holding you up against him. Your teeth grazed his jaw, the stubble from his chin eliciting a prickly feeling against your lips that you ever so loved.

You pulled at his ear lobe, pulling back to kiss below his ear before your hips grinded against his, causing slight friction to make him jump below you. A low mutter left his lips but he hadn’t moved from his position, way too tired from the day in front. You paused in your ministrations before grinding down against him, your hands finding his shoulders to steady yourself. "Shit." Reiner realized this dream he was having was more realistic than anything; his hands unconsciously gripping your hips making you squeak at the gesture. Sometimes you wish Reiner didn't have such good hearing because the squeak that fell from your lips caused his eyes to snap open before he looked towards you, slowly taking in your appearance.

"G'morning baby." You sent him a daring smile as you continued to grind against him, the friction causing him to groan in response. With his eyes squinted and his grip tightening on your hips, you had been under him with the blink of an eye. Head flush against the headboard as Reiner pulled your hands away from his waist; forcing them above your head to stop you from running the against his body. "Couldn't wait till I was awake, huh?" he asked, hips pressed against you, stopping you from moving any more. "You were tired so I-." A gasp fell from your lips as you felt two of his fingers enter you. "I'm waiting to hear your answer y/n." he taunted, slowing thrusting them in and out of you. "You make me sick Rei." His smile widened as he bent down with his mouth close to you ear. "I'm just getting started sweetheart."

Four p.m. on a Tuesday and the two of you had gone to the supermarket. With Reiner pushing the trolley and you holding the grocery list while searching for what you needed, you hoped to find all that you needed and still make it home in time to watch a Christmas movie. "Hey baby, can you go and get me some chives and possibly some chicken seasoning. You can leave the trolley here; I'll be waiting for you. Oh, and if you want, you can pick up some of those snacks that you like too." Sending a smile his way, Reiner took to the aisles in search of what you told him to look for.

After he found what you needed, he set in search for a snack or two for himself as for you. Without the trolley in hand, Reiner had to hold the groceries within his hand. As he searched the snack aisle, someone had been passing through that aisle and saw Reiner searching or had he been deciding which snack he wanted for himself. An older lady seemed to be passing by when she saw Reiner looking at the variety. " You would think someone like would be looking in the fruits section and not around here. " The old lady laughed, chuckling to herself as she continued to push her trolley into the other aisle.

Reiner bit in his lower lip, quickly putting the snacks on the shelf before finding his way back to you; pulling down his shirt when he saw others glancing at him. Once he found you standing in the same aisle you promised you had been in, Reiner found himself lingering close to where you were; so quiet that you hadn't noticed his presence until you turned back to the trolley, jumping at him just standing behind you with a distant look in his eyes. "Jesus Rei, you scared me. Did you get what you wanted?" You asked, not noticing how quiet he had become. "Didn't want anything, got something for you instead." He quickly dismissed what you had asked, quite ready to leave the supermarket. Your tongue poked the side of your cheek, observing Reiner's off-putting behavior.

It wasn't until you saw him picking at the beige sweater he had on, trying to pull it further down that what it already was. Self-conscious, something or someone said something to him. It couldn't be his height, the man was a walking tree, standing tall at 6'4 with some beefy muscles. It wasn't his face, cause the man was a sight to look at, honey gold eyes with golden blonde hair and light stubble to top off the look. Ahh, his weight. He always was a bit on the soft side when it came to his weight. Since he left the army, Reiner hadn't gone to the gym, seeing that he wasn't under a strict diet anymore, he ate the things he once enjoyed and when you came into the picture, you just added to the plate.

Time and time again, you reassured him that you were perfectly okay with the way he looked. Matter of fact, you loved his chubby chin and beefy arms, snuggling into him every night as he enveloped you into his warmth. Loving the way his stomach felt between your thighs, not too stark and hard but with a bit of chub in place of some of the muscle mass. You kept quiet, not questioning him on what happened, rather, you waited until the two of you were home.

The steam filled the bathroom as you lowered yourself into the tub, sighing in comfort as you rested against Reiner's chest. Your head situated on his chest with your fingers glazing over his pecs. Silence was interrupted when Reiner spoke up, uncertainty and doubt filling his voice. "You think I should start back hitting the gym, been getting a bit too big." Trying to crack a joke at the end to lighten the tension, Reiner winced when you tensed in his hold. He knows that you love him the way he is but he can't help but wonder if you would love him even more if he was a bit, smaller?

The silence in the bathroom was deafening and Reiner slightly wished he hadn’t said anything. “You want to hit the gym again, Rei? Is that something you truly want?” you emphasized on the word, leaving a silence that plunged him into thought. Unsure of his feelings to going back to the gym, Reiner quickly gushed out an answer. “I-if you want me to, I can. I don’t mind doing it for you, y’know. Wanna make you happy and everything, if you want me to go back, j-just tell me.” You could hear the pain within Reiner’s voice, you knew deep down, he didn’t want to but that didn’t matter, your answer did; so, he waited.

“What brought this up? Why so sudden?” you asked, not dodging his previous question but wanted a further explanation or excuse as you called it to why so sudden. You pushed yourself off of him, turning to look him in the eyes, searching closely. Still seated on his naked lap, you stared him full in eyes, not backing up until you heard his reason. You could see that he was hiding something, fidgety eyes, arms tucked in; he looked small and the tears at the corner of his eyes weren't helping his case. You knew he hated bringing these things up but you couldn't let it go, his feelings were hurt and that was one of your main priorities. With a quiet sigh, your hands found comfort in his waist, white acrylics smoothing over his rolls. "Oh Rei. Y'know you can talk to me, right? About anything, y'know that?" you asked, softening your face as you pulled his chin so that he could face you.

"Need you too look at me Rei. Need to see those beautiful eyes of yours." you ordered playfully, smiling at the slight redness of his cheeks as his eyes found yours. The two of you stayed there, nothing but silence filling the room yet everything he wanted to say within those moments were spilt and the tears came soon after. "Poor baby, don't cry. Doesn't matter whether you have visible abs or a slight chub, a sharp jawline or chubby cheeks, muscular arms or bulky arms, I love you for you Reiner Mavis Braun. I love you for your smile, your softness around children, how patient you with me when I'm being a brat, the way you gush about different types of flowers and what they mean and so much more. I love you for you and not for your body. Your body is my safe space and besides I like chubby you way better."

With every you said you loved, came a kiss after and you didn't stop until you got every single part of his body. Once you were finished, you leaned back up to find him smiling at you. "You'd make such a good mama, y'know that?" he commented, staring deeply into the eyes that belonged to the love of his life. "Oh yeah? Why don't you make me one then?" you retorted, a wide grin on your face as his eyes widen in shock and in adoration.

"REINER!" you squealed as the buff man pulled you from the shower and over his shoulder as he headed back to the bedroom.

"Hi, excuse me, are you Mrs.Smittingham?" you asked politely, a soft smile adorning your face as the lady turned to acknowledge you. "Why yes I am, why?" she asked, seemingly annoyed that you are bothering her, as quickly as your smile came, so did it disappear. " Listen here, you buck tooth, bow legged, big foot, hairy looking half piece of sword fish, the next time you tell my man about his weight, I'll knock them dentures out, real clean." You sneered all in one breath, ignoring the shock look that adorned her face. "Oh and before I forget, my man don't want nothing that came from that Sahara desert you got down there. He got all that he needs, riight here."

#anime #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #reiner x reader #reiner braun x black reader #reiner braun #reiner smut #reiner braun fluff #reiner braun angst #attack on titan angst #attack on titan fluff

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eamour · 11 months

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ar · chive

✿ ⋮ basics

all the basics about manifesting.

⋮ 1 ⋮ the law of assumption

⋮ 2 ⋮ physical and mental reality

⋮ 3 ⋮ states

✿ ⋮ clarifications

these are important to keep in mind.

⋮ 1 ⋮ manifesting isn't just affirming

⋮ 2 ⋮ your affirmations don't manifest

⋮ 3 ⋮ you don't have to feel

⋮ 4 ⋮ you don’t change reality

⋮ 5 ⋮ you aren’t "faking it till you make it"

⋮ 6 ⋮ why we aren't always in the void state

⋮ 7 ⋮ feeling uncertain and being indecisive

⋮ 8 ⋮ things don’t just "happen" in your 3D

⋮ 9 ⋮ non-dualism and manifestation

⋮ 10 ⋮ buying the pearl

⋮ 11 ⋮ movement doesn‘t exist

⋮ 12 ⋮ your subconscious mind isn't your friend …

⋮ 13 ⋮ the more you want it …

⋮ 14 ⋮ a state is your garment

⋮ 15 ⋮ "thoughts don't manifest, states do"

⋮ 16 ⋮ past, present and future

⋮ 17 ⋮ 3D and 4D are the same

⋮ 18 ⋮ daydreaming and imagining

⋮ 19 ⋮ the void craze

⋮ 20 ⋮ creation is finished

⋮ 21 ⋮ there are no big manifestations

⋮ 22 ⋮ the outer world cannot be altered

⋮ 23 ⋮ feeling over desire

⋮ 24 ⋮ the law of consciousness

⋮ 25 ⋮ outer world analogies

⋮ 26 ⋮ feeling is the secret

⋮ 27 ⋮ thought · state analogy

⋮ 28 ⋮ the law cannot fail you

⋮ 29 ⋮ you are within yourself

⋮ 30 ⋮ the law of being

⋮ 31 ⋮ nothing exists outside of you

⋮ 32 ⋮ feeling the wish fulfilled

⋮ 33 ⋮ emotions do not matter

⋮ 34 ⋮ mental over physical

⋮ 35 ⋮ thoughts come from feeling

⋮ 36 ⋮ visualisation and imagination

⋮ 37 ⋮ time delays are inexistent

⋮ 38 ⋮ a change in self

⋮ 39 ⋮ all about techniques

⋮ 40 ⋮ inner self and outer self

⋮ 41 ⋮ multiple manifestations

⋮ 42 ⋮ the duality of self

⋮ 43 ⋮ faith in the unseen

⋮ 44 ⋮ persistence, repetition and more

⋮ 45 ⋮ everything is self

⋮ 46 ⋮ an attitude of receptivity

✿ ⋮ prompts

need motivation? looking for reassurance?

⋮ 1 ⋮ it's up to you

⋮ 2 ⋮ dare to assume it

⋮ 3 ⋮ stop conditioning

⋮ 4 ⋮ why not now ?

⋮ 5 ⋮ what are you waiting for ?

⋮ 6 ⋮ why wouldn’t they ?

⋮ 7 ⋮ the only way to have more …

⋮ 8 ⋮ let go of the old version

⋮ 9 ⋮ don‘t rush the process

⋮ 10 ⋮ manifesting is easy

⋮ 11 ⋮ you deserve your desires

⋮ 12 ⋮ fearing the feeling

⋮ 13 ⋮ is this what you want ?

⋮ 14 ⋮ start applying

⋮ 15 ⋮ no one to change but self

⋮ 16 ⋮ the garden of imagination

⋮ 17 ⋮ trust your subconscious

⋮ 18 ⋮ discipline vs motivation

⋮ 19 ⋮ making the first step

⋮ 20 ⋮ decision making

⋮ 21 ⋮ the cycle of waiting

⋮ 22 ⋮ the only way to change

⋮ 23 ⋮ perfectionism prevents progress

⋮ 24 ⋮ the two sides of the coin

⋮ 25 ⋮ dream the dream

⋮ 26 ⋮ appropriate what's yours

⋮ 27 ⋮ living a life in sin

⋮ 28 ⋮ unfavourable concepts

⋮ 29 ⋮ a radical change

⋮ 30 ⋮ dwelling on the past

✿ ⋮ q and a

some questions and some answers.

⟨ coming soon ⟩

✿ ⋮ reminders

just wanted to remind you!

⋮ 1 ⋮ what’s manifesting ?

✿ ⋮ guides

for whenever you feel lost.

⋮ 1 ⋮ how to manifest

⋮ 2 ⋮ method guide one

⋮ 3 ⋮ method guide two

⋮ 4 ⋮ a manifestation routine

✿ ⋮ dictionaries

unclear vocabulary? no problem!

⋮ 1 ⋮ law of assumption · lexicon

⋮ 2 ⋮ goddard · glossary

⋮ 3 ⋮ loa · regulations

✿ ⋮ challenges

want to participate and challenge yourself?

⋮ 1 ⋮ sos · suffering from success

✿ ⋮ methods

let‘s try something new! here are guide one and two.

⋮ 1 ⋮ scripting

⋮ 2 ⋮ affirming

⋮ 3 ⋮ decreeing

⋮ 4 ⋮ visualising

⋮ 5 ⋮ revising

⋮ 6 ⋮ subliminals

⋮ 7 ⋮ placebos

✿ ⋮ affirmations

i am loved, i am a master manifestor, i am …

⋮ 1 ⋮ manifestation rules

✿ ⋮ scripts

need help writing about your desired life?

⟨ coming soon ⟩

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀with love, ella.

#archive #law of assumption #neville goddard #loassumption #manifestation #manifesting #the law of assumption #manifest #spiritual #loa #spirituality #how to manifest #affirm and persist #self concept #eiypo #everybody is you pushed out

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peppermint-toads · 1 year

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𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 steve hasn't seen eddie for ages, so him and his wife have eddie over for dinner. what happens when eddie's feelings for steve resurface, and he develops new feelings for steve's pretty little wife? 2k words 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 steddie x reader, wife reader, steddie kiss, slight dom reader, reader watches steve and eddie kiss, alcohol consumption, eddie is confused and feels guilty about his feelings 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 bc i am steve's pretty little wife. if this does okay i will write part two!

Your cheeks felt positively rosey as you leaned over the steaming pan, stirring with your elbow gracefully poised to your side. You were on your third glass of chablis of the evening, and things were going swimmingly.

So you thought. But yours and Steve’s guest, Eddie, was sitting at the granite countertop absolutely mortified. He had a crush on his best friend's wife. And his best friend. Eddie had a crush on his best friend and his wife.

Steve had told you that morning an old friend would be joining the two of you for dinner, and while you were a little bit mad about the late notice, you were excited nonetheless. You had planned a nice menu, only the best for a friend of Steve’s. You were lucky Steve had sprung this on you on a Saturday while the farmers’ market was still open.

When Eddie first arrived you had flung open the door in a frenzy before he could even ring the bell after you heard his van sputtering in the drive. You greeted him and introduced yourself with a warm smile and an excited chime of his name, pulling him in close with a hug. His cheeks flushed as he felt your chest pressed into his own and the heat of your breath tickling his neck. You smelled like Steve and something else, something floral and musky. You smelled a little bit like sex, if he was being honest.

And Eddie was right in his suspicions, you could probably still smell your cunt on Steve’s dick. Though your overly sweet smile nearly convinced him the opposite was true.

You stepped away from him, motioning him inside the foyer. “There are hor d'oeuvres just there in the living room and Steve will be down in just a minute.”

“Whore’s what now?” Eddie asked, truly confounded by the words that had just left your mouth. Eddie wasn’t stupid by any means, you knew that from Steve's stories, but you couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in your throat.

“Just like, uhm, appetizers.” You smiled again, and Eddie swore he felt his heart swell. “I’ll be in the kitchen finishing up dinner, if you need me.”

Eddie was polite, trailing into the living room and grazing over everything you’d set out. He popped something, he wasn’t really sure what, into his mouth and outright moaned, immediately stacking four more onto his palm and nearly tripping over himself on his way into the kitchen.

“These are—mmmph! So good. What is it?” You craned your neck around to see what he was talking about while Eddie slid onto a barstool at the counter.

“Chive blinis with crème fraiche and caviar.”

“I’ve never had caviar.” Eddie marveled at the little cluster of greenish-grey eggs resting atop the little pancake.

“I hadn’t either until I met Steve,” you replied, turning your attention back to the stove. “I thought it was silly, to spend so much money on fish eggs of all things.”

Eddie was glad you didn’t make him feel stupid, or lesser, but he wasn’t naive. Yours and Steve’s life was something Eddie never had known and never would. He looked around your fancy home, at your perfectly manicured nails and the fancy knife in your hand and he couldn’t help the twinge in his chest.

“Oh god!” You pulled Eddie from his trance with your apologetic yelp. “I completely forgot to ask if you wanted a drink!”

Eddie was about to answer when Steve waltzed into the kitchen. “What did I miss?” His voice boomed as he clapped Eddie on the back.

“I was just neglecting our poor Eddie here,” you frowned, quickly giving Steve a quick peck on the lips and resting your hand on his chest after he rounded the corner. Eddie noticed your wedding ring, but it wasn’t nearly as flashy as he’d expect from Steve.

When he realized you were still looking at him expectantly his palms started sweating and he stuttered. “Uh—uhm, do you have—” You just nodded as he tried to answer, but Steve cut him off.

“A PBR, for old times sake?” Eddie mumbled an affirmative, still slightly in awe of what a handsome pair the two of you made.

Steve slipped out into the garage to grab two beers, leaving Eddie to stare at you once again. His eyes met the gold clasp that sat below your hair on your neck and the little hairs that reflected in the low light of the kitchen as you cooked. He was mesmerized, his palm smushed into his cheek and elbow resting on the cool countertop. He just couldn’t believe how nice you were, in every way.

Steve had warned him that you’d be as welcoming and kind as could be, but Eddie wasn’t expecting all this. The house was as sparkling as it could be, there were candles lit, and you’d folded the throw blankets so pristinely. And you. You were dressed to the nines in a pretty black dress with an open back, he could trace the curve of your spine nearly all the way to the tips of little dimples that poked out just above the hemline.

This was bad. You were his best friend's wife, and there he was ogling at you while he could. And Steve, well, Eddie had always loved Steve in any way Steve would let him. Seeing him tonight Eddie felt no different.

Steve was soon stealing Eddie away from the kitchen, rushing him off to show him the house in its entirety. Realistically, you knew Steve would just be showing Eddie his new Nintendo 64.

You were right, within minutes you could hear them yelling at each other over who got to play as Mario. You didn’t mind, you were happy to finish up dinner while they caught up. It had been quite a while since their last reunion, considering you and Steve had moved to Indianapolis after getting married.

“I can’t believe you’re married.” Eddie said, pushing down the little shards of jealousy that scraped his stomach.

“Yeah,” Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“She’s—she’s—”

“I know.” Steve finished.

Beautiful. Sweet. Kind.

“How did an asshole like you land that?”

“Got lucky I guess. She was interning at the firm doing some clerical work, and for some reason she liked me back.” He shrugged.

“You know, Eddie. I-”

Steve paused.

“-I don’t regret anything we did.”

Eddie looked as pretty as ever, hair still long, only he had a good bit of stubble all over his cheeks and jaw. His lean torso was sunken into the plush couch in Steve’s ‘man-cave.’ Steve felt dizzy.

He knew you weren’t stupid. The moment he told you about tonight’s company, you could see it clear as day on his face.

“Steveee,” you questioned later, the knowing lilt to your voice enough to make him blush.

“He was just a friend, baby, promise.”

“Really? A friend that you maybe hugged a little too long sometimes? Maybe one that you kissed every once in a while?” You were inches from his face. “Maybe fucked from time to time?”

Steve shuddered as your lips brushed his ear.

“Tell me, Stevie. Did he fuck you, or did you fuck him.”

You positively grinned when Steve’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Both.” He whispered.

“What I wouldn’t give to see my Stevie on his hands and knees, taking cock. Is it big, Steve. Does Eddie have a big cock?”

Steve didn’t answer, only smashed his lips onto yours. He could feel your smirk on his mouth and it only made his dick swell even more. You rode him fast and hard then and there, his fingers digging uselessly into your hips as you moved. Steve was a puddle of whimpers beneath you as he came, pulling you down so you could feel every drop of cum filling you.

You quickly hopped off of him, telling him you were off to get ready. Steve lied there for at least an hour replaying what had just happened in his head.

“I’ll be downstairs.”

Steve got hard all over again after seeing your attire, throwing his head back against his pillow with an annoyed groan.

“Steve, you don’t have to say anything. I get it, people grow up, they move on.”

“No,” Steve shook his head, “No, that’s not—”

“So you haven’t moved on?”

Steve scooted towards Eddie, completely abandoning his controller, opting to place his hand on Eddie’s thigh. “You just don’t understand.”

It was all so much for Steve, what you’d said to him that afternoon and seeing Eddie again, he just couldn’t help it. He leaned in and kissed Eddie, his lips feeling just as they did all those years ago.

Eddie stood abruptly, heading straight for the door. “Okay, well. I’ll see you.” His steps were stiff as he descended the staircase, trying to regain his composure before he had to face you.

Because in Eddie’s eyes, he’d just ruined your marriage. He’d never see that pretty smile of yours and neither would Steve.

Dinner was… dinner was tense. You watched closely as they shifted in their seats. You sipped chablis number four with one arm across your chest.

You had a pretty good feeling you knew what happened, but they didn’t need to know that. You cleared your throat, swirling your glass with a raised eyebrow.

“So, did you boys have fun up there?”

Eddie nearly choked on his pasta, and Steve’s eyes went wide.

“The game?” You clarified.

“Oh, yeah, uhm, yes.” Steve stammered awkwardly, opting to poke at his plate rather than meet your eyes.

You were getting a little tired of the stale conversation, or lack thereof, really.

“Steve, Eddie,” you glanced at them respectively. “Do me a favor and level with me. What happened, hm?” You hummed the last part.

“Steve—”

“I kissed Eddie.”

You were more than a little tipsy, and a little tease couldn’t hurt, right. You put on your best hurt face, standing quickly, the table rattling as you did. You approached Eddie’s chair and looked down at him as he braced for screams, maybe even a slap. He certainly wasn’t expecting you to lean down over his shoulder, your boobs nearly spilling out of your dress, and speak softly into his ear.

“Steve has you all flustered, huh? Is that what has you all quiet. I’ve heard plenty about you, Eddie Munson, and I think the last thing you are is quiet.”

When he didn’t respond, you kept going. “That’s okay, sweetheart. Stevie gets me flustered, too sometimes. Especially when he puts that pretty head of his between my legs. You know what that’s like, don’t you?”

Eddie glanced over at Steve as if he were a lifeline, but he was met with a slack jawed expression. So Eddie looked up at you, his eyes glossy as he breathed out an apology.

“I am so sorry. I never meant to cause any problems. I should just go. Thank you for—”

“Eddie, I think you’re rather handsome. And I know my Steve feels the same. He fucked me just this afternoon thinking about you.”

“Steve?”

“It’s true,” he nodded, still weary, still not sure about Eddie felt about this whole thing. Steve didn’t quite understand how you even felt about this whole thing.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. I just think it’s a little unfair that Steve here would hide it from me. I think I deserve to see what I missed.”

The two boys shared hesitant glances again, really not sure what your motive was. Despite the nerves, both of them were hard and squirming under your gaze.

Slowly, they leaned into each other for the second time that night, lips meeting in a soft press. Steve’s shoulders drooped with relief, and Eddie’s pinched up as he leaned closer. He raised a shaky hand to find the familiar feel of Steve’s gelled hair and held on to it. Steve sighed through his nose, bringing his own hands to Eddie’s waist.

You exhaled behind them as they got lost in each other, stretching your arms out towards the ceiling and yawning.

“Well, I’m off to bed. Eddie, dear, you are perfectly welcome to stay the night.”

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Wild

“Wild.” You approached the young man steadily, as one would a cornered wild animal. “Care to explain what happened?”

He gives you a tired, almost angered look. “I was up a tree.”

“Yes?”

“I got the eggs to make breakfast.”

“...And?”

“I fell.”

You have to bite your lip. His clipped answers were new. Granted, he wasn’t exactly one of the more talkative of the bunch, but he was never this snippy. “And then what happened?”

“I broke my arm.” He glares at the space just around you. You think he’s frustrated with himself. And while that may be true- it’s not a far off guess to say that he was also genuinely annoyed that you’re asking him of this.

You can’t help it. You snort and sit next to him. “Did you tell anyone about it?”

He looks away, poking the dropped arm with a neutral expression. He doesn’t want to show how much pain it’s in. Or he has high pain tolerance. It could go either way with this one. At least it doesn’t look broken. So he either put it back into place himself (also not surprising) or it’s not that bad.

You hold out the potion. “I have something for you.”

“Don’t need it.”

You scoff. “Don’t be stupid. What if one of the guys punched your arm?... Or we get attacked? How are you going to explain that not only can you not use your sword but you’re out of luck with your bow as well?”

Wild doesn’t answer for a moment. Instead he chooses to look away from you. Out of sight out of mind, right?

You sigh and shift around him, reaching around to shake the bottle in his peripheral vision. “Don’t make me tell Time-”

Wild snags the bottle and uncorks it with his teeth. “This stays between us. Not a word to the others, understand?”

You grin, feeling satisfied and happy with the results. “Of course, Link. Anything you say”

Legend

At first there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the Hero of Legend. He was walking normally and rough housing and bantering as he normally would have. But then he started walking slower. Not a big deal. No one thought much of it, they just passed him, thinking he couldn’t fall so far behind. Then he started walking with a limp.

Then you noticed the steadily growing blood stain just under his boot-

“Link, stop right there.” You command.

Legend- and Time unfortunately, stop dead in their tracks. Both of them turn to look with confusion in their eyes. Legend’s is mildly laced with irritation until he sees that you’re looking directly at him- and you don’t look pleased. His looks softens into something a little more sheepish after that.

Time looks between you both and promptly backs out of it. Every man for himself.

You march up to Legend and point to the injury. “How long were you planning on hiding that?”

“Pssh...” He waves you off. ”It’s nothing.”

“You’re limping.”

“Well it itches.”

You smack the side of this head. “Idiot. You’re not superhuman.”

“I’m fine.” Legend moves away from you and begins to walk with the rest of the group.

You grab him before he can leave and hold him while you search through your bag with your other hand.

“Come on, this isn’t necessary-”

“Here.” You all but push Legend away with the strength you chive the potion into his chest. “Drink it or so help me, I will make you.”

“Alright, alright, by the three-...” Legend takes the bottle with more dramatic flare than you think is called for. “If it will get you to calm down.”

He opens it and takes a small sip. “It’s not like we have a lot of these, you know-”

“Just drink it.” You cross your arms.

Legend pauses again before taking another sip. “...What? Are you just going to watch me finish it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not that bad!”

“I beg to differ.”

Warrior

“I’m fine.” Warrior groans, pushing you to the side. Granted, he’s not rough with it. He can’t afford to be. An arrow has been fully logged into his forearm from the inside and it’s been hard to put any pressure on it.

You’re not impressed.

“Ok, so tell me why is there blood on your shirt then?” You point to it with your free hand. Your other hand still has the health potion extended towards him and you’re not ending this until he takes it from you and drinks it.

“Well It’s not mine.”

“Monsters don’t have red blood.”

“It’s not monster blood then.”

You growl, shoving the potion towards him again. “Don’t make me do something drastic, hero.”

The word stings your tongue and Warrior flinches. The way he had gotten injured to begin with was nothing short of a hero complex. He had bitten off than he could chew and his impulsive and brash nature had gotten the best of him this time around

“It was an accident.”

“I know. That doesn’t change this.” You glare.

To be completely honest, you're more upset about the injury than the man in front of you, but he doesn’t need to know that just yet. You shake the bottle to emphasize it. Warrior glances away like a petulant child.

“You’re full of it.”

“I am not!” He snaps back snagging the potion before he registers what he did. He did it with the wrong hand.

Warrior grimaces with a pained cry and drops the bottle. You catch it and uncork it before he can change his mind.

With a shake of your head, you hold it out again. “Believe me now?”

Warrior whines. Your heart and attitude softens a bit at the sound. Maybe you’re being a bit brash yourself. “Here.” You tilt his head towards you with two fingers. “Open.”

Warrior does as you say even if he closes his eyes. He drinks the potion and relaxes. The magic does its work and you both calm down. “Thank you.”

Time

“Are you ok, Old Man?” You had asked him. He seemed to be breathing a little heavily even if there didn’t seem to be anything too bad going on with him. But he did get hit in the fight. He got hit hard enough that the wind was knocked out of him. He had to be dragged out of the fight so he could catch his breath.

“I’m fine.” He grunts.

“You don’t look fine.” You press. It could have gotten worse. “Is it the hit?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Time-”

“Listen-”

“Link.” You glare. “How bad is it?”

“Not bad at all.” He meets you head on.

You reach out and poke his side.

Time reacts as if you’ve burned him and he hardly manages to kill the pained cry that leaves him from the contact. You pull your hand back slowly with wide eyes. You hardly touched him. But you could feel it. His ribs are broken.

“You really are getting old.” You smile awkwardly. It was supposed to be a joke but it falls flat. “Um… Here. Hold on.”

You bend down, taking your bag out in front of you so that you can look through it. “I might have something left over.”

“I’m not going to take your-”

“Found it!” You cry out happily. You take out the health potion and hold it out to him. “Here. This should help.”

Time’s look softens but he puts his hand over yours, pushing it down. “Keep it. You need it more.”

You give him a deadpanned look. It’s such a striking contrast from the moment before that it startles a laugh out of Time. “Which one of us is hurt here, me or you?”

Time sighs. It dissolves into an impromptu staring contest. A test of wills.

You push it forward again.

“Alright, fine.” Time grimaces and takes the bottle. He uncorks it and takes a generous swig of it before he looks you in the eyes again. “Thank you.”

You grin, albeit weakly. “It must be worse than I thought. You didn‘t put up much of a fight.”

“Hush.”

Wind

“I don’t want to drink it!”

You frown, holding the health potion in your hand. “Wind, don’t be ridiculous. You have to or it’s going to get worse.”

He turns his violently to the side. A hand comes up to knock the bottle away “I won’t drink it. I’m tired of that stuff. It tastes disgusting.”

“Don’t be such a baby.” You frown, pushing his hand away from yours. You push the healing potion towards him again. “Just drink it fast and don’t let it touch your tongue. That’s how I do it.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Well you don’t see me complaining do you.” You challenge him. “So stop whining.”

“I’m not doing it.” Wind meets you head on. He’s glaring.

You stare back for a solid ten seconds before you yell out, “Time, you were asking about who was the one who dropped all the fish food in the lake earlier?”

Time turns his head as Wind pales. Wind reaches out to cover your mouth with both of his hands. Wind turns his hand to the leader. “They’re lying.”

Time just raises an eyebrow. “Are they now?”

“Yes.” Growling, Wind snatches the bottle from your hands. “You play dirty.”

“You’re the literal pirate.” You stick your tongue out at the boy. Wind uncorked the bottle with little difficulty. He stares at it for a long period of time. He’s clearly hyping himself up to drink the contents within. You wait and wait. You turn to Time. “Wind just so happened to-”

“Shut up!” Wind kicks your shin, throwing the health potion back like a shot.

You laugh at the way he seems to shiver from the liquid going down his throat. He coughs and gags. You take the bottle back. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“It was awful.”

“Are you done complaining?” You raise an eyebrow, getting comfortable in the spot next to him.

Wind looks to you with an unimpressed expression. “I’m never doing that again.”

“You said that last time.”

“Well I mean it this time.”

Hyrule

“Come on- just one sip.” You plead. The bottle full of liquid sloshes around with your movement.

Hyrule shakes his head, only for it to flop. “Dun… need it.”

“I beg to differ.” Your voice drops, entering the gravely portion that you try to avoid. It’s a voice that shouldn’t belong to you and it catches his attention.

“Go drink… some water…” Hyrule raises his arm to point- but he can’t bring himself to point and he only gestures to the rock wall beside you. The hit to his head was incredibly bad but he’s not in a state to either be cooperative or forced to take the potion.

“Link, honey, this is for you.” You try a different approach and put the bottle in his hand.

“What issssss……it..” He lifts it the best he can but you can see him struggle to get his vision in order.

“Water.” You grin tightly. You uncorked the bottle. “Here. This will help you feel better. But you have to drink all of it, ok? Otherwise it won’t work.”

Hyrule hums and brings the bottle to his lips. You press the top of your fingertips to the bottom of the bottle and tilt it slowly as he drinks it. His eyebrows furrow when he registers the texture and taste of the potion but you tilt it a bit more. He has to drink more of it to keep up with the inertia of the liquid.

He coughs and you pull it away.

The light returns to his eyes for a moment to glare at you. “Rude.”

“Better?” You press the bottle to him again.

He looks away for a moment, still upset before he sighs. He takes the bottle from you and admits defeat. “...Yes.”

You sag. “You’re as stubborn as a mule, Link.”

Twilight

Twilight grunted as he pushed himself up against the wall of the dungeon. Admittedly, it was not his best performance but he got the job done.

There was a deep wound in his side. The blade of the monster had cut him deeper than he wanted to admit. He was thankful that he wore as many layers as he did.

Twilight took a breath. He calmed down. All he had to do now was wait for someone to come get him and they would be able to call it a day. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He could hardly feel it if he had to be honest with himself.

That’s it, he decides. He’s going to just keep going. He’s fine. He doesn’t need to have anyone else wait on him.

“Hello hello?” You call down the hallway, trepidatious and nervous.

Twilight relaxes. He’s happy to see you. “Hey there, yourself.”

You also seem to relax at the sight of him, but then your eyes dip down. “....Link…”

Uh-oh. You said the name. His name.

Twilight suddenly gets a tad sheepish. “Yes?”

“What… happened to you?” Your jaw drops and you instantly drop to your knee, taking your bag out from behind you.

“Oh, this?” Twilight takes his arm off of it. It’s all red. “It’s nothing.”

“Link.” You stress, taking out a potion. “Why are you like this?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Twilight pushes forward. He may trip, but he blames it on the rocks on the floor and not the blood loss.

You are undeterred. In fact, you deadpan. “Link Ordon.”

“Not the full name.” Twilight whines.

“Take the potion.” You glare. You shove the potion towards his chest.

Twilight takes note of your furrowed brow and your pout. It’s your serious face. Part of him knows that this isn’t to be trifled with. ..But you’re so cute.

He sighs, trying to make it seem more of an effort than it really is and takes the potion out of your hand. “If I take this, will you stop pouting?”

“I’m not pouting!”

Twilight smirks, uncorking the bottle. “Uh-huh.”

Sky

Gasps and hisses were the only things to fill the air during the quiet night’s watch.

“What on earth are you doing?” You hiss back. “You’re going to wake someone else up and they’re going to think that you’re doing something inappropriate.”

Sky just grunts in reply and you stand- almost afraid to see what he was really up to. You run your hands through your hair and begin to close the distance. “Don’t expect me to cover for you when Time or Wind- oh by the golden three-”

He’s trying to put a bandage around his forearm. You don’t know but it’s bleeding profusely and Sky has the bandage in his mouth to try and keep it tight enough to wrap it around.

Your stomach drops for a moment and you have to turn your head to keep the contents within yourself. “I’m not going to ask.” You say instead. “But give me one second…”

You turn and make it back to your bed roll. You fall to your knees and take out your pack. It’s dark and your back is against the firelight so it’s hard to see. You have to fiddle around for a moment before you manage to take out what you were looking for.

You make your way back and drop the bottle unceremoniously on Sky’s lap. “Drink that.”

Sky drops the bandage from his mouth and looks up to you. “Thanks, but you should save that for an emergency.”

“You’re hurting.” You deadpan, not willing to deal with this during the witching hour. “Enough so that it woke me up. Just take it. I’ll get more.”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere.” Sky argues, holding your potion out to you. “Keep it.”

You frown, taking the bottle and bashing it over his head. The glass shatters and the potion seeps into his body anyway- healing the hit and the cut simultaneously.

Sky freezes as the glass rains down his face and body.

“Retail taught me that one.” You say and move to go back to bed. Stubborn man. You’re not going to play those games.

Four

“How did you manage this?” You frown, putting your hands on your hips.

Four winces and slowly laying backwards against the stone floor. “I have no idea but it certainly wasn’t my greatest moment.”

“I’ll say.” You take the potion on reflex and sit down next to him. “Come on, drink up. I’m not going to carry you out of here.”

“Nah.” He doesn’t even look at you. “Save it. Just give me a moment and then we’ll be on our way.”

“And if you’re bleeding internally?” You raise an eyebrow.

Four doesn’t react. “My blood is all on the inside anyway, that’s where it’s supposed to be.”

You flick his forehead.

“Ow.”

“Drink the potion.” You press, putting a hand on his chest. His breath leaves him with a wheeze and he has to push you off.

“That’s where I got hit!” He croaks, trying to get his breath back. “Don’t just touch it!.”

You poke it again. “I would hurt less if you drank the potion.”

Four grunts, sending you one of the nastiest glares you’ve ever received from the young man.

You shake the potion in front of his face.

Four growls and takes the potion. He has to force himself to sit up again and it’s clear he struggles to make it all the way. You push him up as gently as you can. Four puts his attention into opening the blasted bottle while you hold him steady.

“I can’t believe you’d do this to me.” He complains as he takes a sip.

“You love me.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t put up with half of the things I do if you didn’t.”

“Lucky you. And lucky me.” He takes another sip, a bigger one this time. You don’t dignify that with a response.

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