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pricelessemotion · 11 months

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Never really over | S.H.

summary: [4.2k] you and steve fall apart, then fall back together.

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: so much angst, best friends to exes to lovers, language, gratuitous taylor swift references

a/n: exes to lovers is one of my fave tropes so i hope i did it justice! reader is vaguely asian-coded by accident (though there shouldn’t be any direct references to r's appearance!) lmao happy AAPI heritage month to all my fellow asians

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The day after your breakup, Steve shows up at your house with a bag of takeout and a six-pack. He kicks off his shoes at the front door while you’re in the kitchen, already grabbing napkins and chopsticks. The light on the floral rice cooker on the counter just turned from cooking to keep warm. Steve is nothing, if not right on time.

To most people, the situation would seem peculiar. But you and Steve were best friends before your break up and you had promised that you would stay best friends after it.

You settle in on opposite sides of the worn-down loveseat, a rerun of Golden Girls playing on the television. You’re just about to ask him if he remembered to get extra sauce for the chow mein when Steve, seemingly anticipating your question, silently hands you a small cylindrical container.

The night goes on as it usually would, with Steve lamenting Keith’s tyranny and Dustin’s antics. He helps you clean up when you’re done, scooping the leftover rice into a Tupperware container saying I gotta get myself one of these, it’s so convenient! He even does the dishes, washing while you dry, never commenting on the fact that you have a perfectly good dishwasher that you never use.

Once he’s standing in the entryway, shoes back on and keys in hand, he instinctively leans in for a chaste kiss goodbye.

You flinch, turning your cheek at the last second. The moment becomes a sobering reminder as to why you decided to break up in the first place. Instinct over time starts to feel like routine. Routine over time starts to feel like a chore. Another thing that you have to cross off your to-do list.

For a while, it was grounding. It felt good to be normal. Normal felt like warmth, like coming in out of the freezing cold and cozying up next to a blazing fire. But you knew from experience that the cold always comes back. As the days drew darker, the once roaring hearth settled into a pile of ashes. Being grounded can feel like being tied down. It’s only natural to want to break free.

You didn’t realize freedom would feel like this.

“Right.” Steve huffs out awkwardly, swinging his car keys around his index finger. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He shuffles out the door while you offer a weak goodbye. You know you’re letting the cold in by watching him as he gets into his car. You do it anyway.

–

Steve and Dustin have taken to visiting you while you’re on shift at the coffee shop. You’re not sure why. The arcade next door seems much more fitted to their shared interests, but they still come and visit you all the same. Usually, when you come upon them, they’re standing on the other side of the till having a whispered conversation that dies the moment they notice you’re there.

“A latte for me, and hot cocoa for the kid.” Steve says, ruffling the younger boy's hair.

“I’m fourteen!”

“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Maturity. Did you want a coffee? I’m sure our girl over here has some great recommendations.”

Dustin only grumbles in response, muttering insults under his breath. Steve refuses your offer to comp their drinks, paying and dropping his change in the tip jar.

You set both drinks down on the counter when they’re done. One is a simple steaming cup. The other is piled high with whipped cream and sprinkles, decorated with a tiny plastic snowman left over from the holidays.

“Thank you,” Steve says, leaning against the counter. “Y’know, you’re my most favorite barista in the whole world.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the only barista you know, but you’re welcome.”

“So, would you be interested in movie night tomorrow?”

“Wow, let me think.” You feign contemplation, sarcasm dripping from every word. “I’ll have to check my schedule. I have a meeting with some venture capitalists but I might be able to squeeze you in.”

“It’s a date.”

“So… you guys are back together?” Dustin darts a confused glance between the both of you, his irises going back and forth as if watching a ping-pong match.

“No!” You and Steve both blurt out at the same time. Then you both take a moment to look at each other as if to say, I know why I said no but why are you saying no?

Is it really over?

Dustin, as observant and tactless as ever, gives off a little shrug. You mutter something about needing to go to the back to do inventory. As you’re walking away, you hear Steve say something that sounds a lot like Nice going, doofus!

–

Dustin answers the door when you ring the bell. Steve’s house has the usual suspects for movie night. Max and El are cuddled up together on the floor, practically laying on top of each other. Robin and Nancy are on the loveseat to the left, so wrapped up in each other that they barely even register your arrival. You presume that the sounds coming from the kitchen are Mike, Will, and Lucas, no doubt making one too many bowls of popcorn in the microwave.

Steve is sitting, his arm draped over the back of the couch. Before, there would’ve been no questions as to where you would sit. The empty couch cushion practically had your name on it. You would’ve already bounded across the room and snuggled up to the boy that felt like home.

You search the room for another option, but come up empty. Unless you want to pointedly avoid sitting next to him by crashing on the floor with the kids, which would undoubtedly draw attention to the very thing you want to ignore.

Taking a seat next to Steve, you toe the line between platonic distance and romantic distance.

“What’s on tonight?” You ask no one in particular.

“The Princess Bride.” Lucas replies, coming from the kitchen with a bowl of fresh popcorn.

He barely gets a chance to put it down before the three other boys tumble onto the floor and begin shoveling the savory snack into their mouths. Max and El whine about their lack of civility, yelling at them for having spilled popcorn on the floor before the movie has even started.

“Ah, that’s my favorite!”

“I know.” Steve finally speaks up beside you.

“We’ve only seen it like a million times.” Max says, rolling her eyes and resting her head on El’s shoulder.

“Hey! Little shits who eat my food and use me as a taxi service don’t get to complain about my movie choices.”

“Whatever, Steve.” The redhead remarks, with an unmistakable fondness in her voice.

You settle into your seat. The January cold has seeped into the house and, despite the heating being on full blast, you’re freezing. Steve notices, tugging the comforter in his lap over your frame, enveloping you in a warmth you didn’t realize you missed so much. You murmur a quiet thank you that you’re almost sure goes unheard until he turns, giving you a small smile before returning his attention to the screen.

In order to properly share the blanket, you have to scoot in even closer. You tell yourself that it’s a perfectly reasonable platonic distance, that you used to do this all the time before you were dating. If Steve is experiencing even a fraction of your inner turmoil, he doesn’t show it. He just keeps looking ahead, paying far too much attention to the film. The palm that would usually come to rest upon your shoulder stays gripping the back of the couch.

Sometime after Buttercup and Wesley enter the forbidden forest, you fall asleep.

It’s hard to make out anything through the dense fog. The trees around you loom large, foliage so lush and thick that it blocks out the sky, making it unclear if it’s day or night. The only light source comes from an oil lamp.

The lamp casts a shadow over the face of the person holding it, emphasizing his strong brow and straight nose. You go to move toward Steve, but you can’t. You’re stuck. Ankle deep in sand, coarse and with the consistency of molasses, that slowly creeps up higher and higher. It takes you a moment to realize; the sand isn’t getting higher, you’re getting lower.

You’re sinking.

Desperately, you begin grasping at anything and everything that might get you out. It’s futile. The more you move, the further you fall. You’re waist-deep now. Steve is still standing there, stone-faced, oil lamp flickering. He turns, walking into the fog and taking the light with him.

You open your mouth, wanting to scream. Needing to scream. But only one word echoes throughout. It does nothing to stop Steve’s retreating figure.

Stay.

“Hey,” Steve is tugging on the sleeve of your sweater. “Wake up.”

The fog dissipates. Feeling slowly returns to your limbs. The first thing you realize is that you fell asleep on Steve’s shoulder. The second thing you realize is that, due to your impromptu nap, the distance between the two of you is practically nonexistent. You recoil, sliding yourself as far away from him as you can. Steve flinches at the sudden movement.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soft and comforting, like a childhood blanket that you can’t sleep without. “It seemed like you were having a bad dream.”

You blink your eyes furiously, trying to shake the sinking feeling that has settled deep into your stomach.

“Where is everyone?” You ask, avoiding his question. The once lively living room is now empty. Remnants of movie night surround you in the form of stray pieces of popcorn and a nearly empty tub of Red Vines.

“They all went home about twenty minutes ago.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You seemed so comfortable. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shrugs, saying the next words gently. “Are you having nightmares again?”

Before, you would tell him yes. You always talked to Steve about your nightmares. Most of the time he was there to witness them firsthand, waking up to your shouting and thrashing. Some nights, he would be able to coax you back to sleep with soothing words and tender touches. Other nights, he would stay up with you for hours, talking about nothing. The next day, the deep bags etched under his eyes would serve as another reminder of just how tiring you could be.

“I’m fine.” You wipe the corner of your mouth, cringing at the slight dampness you find there. Great. Not only did you fall asleep on Steve but you also drooled on him. “I think it’s time for me to head out.”

Leaping from the couch, you get to the foyer in record time. Your shoes are already halfway on before Steve appears, standing in between you and the door.

“You don’t have to. You know the guest room is always made up for you if you want it.” He bargains.

“I— I have to go. I’m sorry. Goodnight Steve.”

“Please, you’re tired. At least let me drive you.” He’s practically pleading, already moving to grab his car keys.

“Just let me go, Steve!” Your outburst echoes throughout the empty house.

Steve takes a step back away from you. “I’m sorry.”

Regret washes over you like a tidal wave. You can feel yourself being ripped under the current. You curse yourself, not for drowning, but for dragging Steve down with you.

“No, don’t apologize. Fuck, I’m sorry. I just—”

“Have to go?” He supplies.

He sounds dejected like this is another battle with you that he’s already resigned himself to losing. You fumble through another apology, another goodbye.

You don’t dare to look behind you as you make your way to your car. It isn’t until you’re halfway down your street that you spare a glance at your rear-view mirror. Steve is still standing there, the door wide open.

You don’t know why you keep having dreams where you ask Steve to stay.

You’re the one who is always leaving.

—

“She was totally flirting with you!” You scream whisper, keeping in mind that the diner is mostly empty aside from the loyal patrons that come in every weekday for a hearty serving of beef and potatoes.

Steve showed up to the coffee shop today, sans Dustin, asking if you’d like to grab a bite to eat after your shift. You obliged, hoping to make up for your outburst from the other night. He still hasn’t mentioned it. For your sake, you hope that he won’t.

“No, she wasn’t.” You thought Steve’s obliviousness when it came to romance only extended to you. Apparently, you were wrong because he was completely ignoring the way that the waitress was batting her eyelashes at him.

“Yes, she was!” You take a fry from the basket and Steve pushes his strawberry milkshake toward you, already knowing that you were going to subject him to the gross combination and he might as well get it over with. “Y’know, if you wanted to ask her out you could. Don’t let me hold you back.”

“You’re not holding me back. Anyways, isn’t it weird, having your ex-girlfriend be your wingman?”

“I’m still your best friend. Besides, you totally helped me out with Brandon so I just thought I’d return the favor.”

“What are you talking about?” Steve asks, causing you to furrow your brow at him. Despite having loved him for a long time and having known him for even longer, his inability to read a room knows no bounds.

“Last week at Family Video?” You utter the words with slow precision, but recognition fails to make its way across Steve’s face. “Brandon Clayborn asked you for horror movie recommendations and you sent him to me.”

“And he asked you out?” Steve gapes at you from over the rim of his milkshake. The idea of grabbing the glass and slogging the pink confection at him crosses your mind, but instead, you clench your fists at your side.

“Is that so unbelievable?” At your response, Steve’s brows pinch together. He toys with the wrapping paper of his straw, folding it over and over again.

“And what did you say?”

“I said yes.”

“Oh.” Steve finally stops fiddling with the piece of paper. It’s shredded to pieces in a pile in front of him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the bulging leather wallet. “I’ll be right back.”

With that, Steve slides out of the booth and walks up to the counter. The giggles of the waitress can be heard throughout the diner. You turn toward the window so that you don’t have to see her scrawl her number on the receipt, and you catch your muddled reflection. You don’t know if you look like you’ve seen a ghost or if you’ve become one.

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Due to unforeseen circumstances, your second date with Brandon had to be rescheduled. A literal rain check. He’d sputtered out numerous apologies over the crackling phone line, saying how the picnic he had planned didn’t account for a torrential downpour. You promised him that it was fine, that you didn’t even wanna leave the house in this weather. You didn’t think anyone would want to leave the house in this weather, which is why you grew shocked at the sound of the doorbell ringing.

Then you promptly remember that this is Hawkins and that anyone or anything could be behind that door. Grabbing the old wooden bat you keep under the couch for emergencies, you inch toward the door. The frantic ringing of the bell matches the beat of your heart. Peering through the peephole, you sigh in both relief and frustration before flinging the door open.

“Are you insane?!” You practically scream at the soaking wet boy. “You scared the shit outta me.”

Steve stands in the threshold, shaking his head like a dog would to get all the water out. You flinch as the droplets inevitably fall on you. The fine mist and wind that he’s brought in with him chill you to the bone.

“Sorry.” He smiles sheepishly.

“How did you even manage to get this wet in the twenty feet from the street to the porch?” You ask, peering behind him to look for the familiar maroon vehicle. It isn’t there.

“I walked here.”

You balk at him. Sure, Steve has been known to act recklessly from time to time, but never without reason. Instead of taking the time to berate him for being so stupid, you take one look at the soggy shivering boy and shut the door, turning on your heel towards your bedroom. You don’t need to look behind you to know that he’s following you.

“C’mon, you’re gonna catch a cold if you stay in those wet clothes.”

You rummage through your drawers, managing to find a t-shirt and sweatpants that you had stolen from him long ago. Now is as good a time as any to give it back, right? Stuffing the items in your arm, you thrust them into Steve’s hands and direct him to the bathroom. He doesn’t need direction. He knows the floorplan of your house just like he knows you–all too well.

While Steve is in the bathroom, you go to shut the drawers that you had left open in the rush to find him something to wear. The bottom drawer has always had a problem, getting stuck at the most inopportune moments. Lifting it just a little, you slam the drawer back into place which causes the contents on top of your dresser to shake with the force. The silver picture frame falls on its face and you go to place it right side up.

It’s a photograph of the two of you from last summer. Robin had pointed the camera at you and at the very last second Steve grabbed you and placed a sloppy kiss on your cheek, causing you to squeal in delight. The memory stings. You almost want to put it face down again so that you don’t have to be reminded of what once was. Instead, you’re interrupted by the sound of a lock turning and quiet footfalls on carpeted floors.

The moment Steve steps into your bedroom, you’re drenched in nostalgia. It’s been months since you’ve seen him like this–standing in his pajamas in your bedroom. It’s moments like this that are the hardest. The ones where you can feel how everything and nothing has changed. It feels like relief and restriction.

You realize you’re still standing in front of the dresser and go to sit on your bed. You need to put space between you and Steve. He has this insane gravitational pull and you know that if you stay around him like this for too long, you’ll end up back in his orbit.

He steps cautiously around the room like he’s afraid of stepping on a landmine. One wrong move and everything could blow up. Standing in front of the dresser, he takes the dreaded picture frame into his hands. He’s still using a towel to dry his hair when he finally speaks.

“It’s a good picture.” He says, simply. The pads of his thumbs wipe away the layer of dust that coats your sunbleached faces.

“It is.” You manage to choke out. “Why are you here, Steve?”

He places the picture frame back down on the dresser. It’s perfectly angled towards you. The ghost of your smiling face taunting you in your own bedroom.

“It’s funny, y’know?” Steve lets out a mirthless laugh.

“What is?”

“We broke up and the only person I wanna talk about it with is you.”

All of the air has been sucked out of the room. Steve has always been good at taking your breath away.

“I mean, I get it. I get why we broke up. I do.” He lets out a deep breath before continuing on, not giving you a chance to interrupt. “Except, I don’t. I can’t wrap my head around how one day we were fine and the next day we weren’t. I know that I’m not good enough for you–I’ve always known that. I guess I just wanna know when you finally figured it out.”

His words make you ache. A tightness blooms in your chest and spreads all the way down your arms to your trembling fingertips. You want so badly to reach out to him. He’s on the other side of the room but he might as well be on the other side of the world. You don’t know how to bridge the ravine that you’ve put between the two of you. You know for him you’d make the leap, uncaring of the abyss below. The thought scares you so much that your fists tangle in your bedsheets, hoping for something to keep you from falling back in.

“The last thing I wanted was for you to feel like you weren’t good enough for me. You’ve always been good enough, Steve.”

You can tell from the shake of his head that he doesn’t believe you.

“I thought that maybe you just needed a little space, a little time. Then I have to watch you go on dates and move on like it’s easy. Like the fact that we’re not together anymore doesn’t eat you up inside.”

“It’s not easy! It’s killing me!” Tears collect in your eyes, blurring your vision. “I don’t know why I can’t just be happy with you. I want to be happy with you.”

“What are you so afraid of?” Steve begs, his question punctuated by a boom of thunder and a flash of lightning.

You found solace in the eye of the storm. Once the storm passed, you didn’t know what to do with the wreckage. Calm didn’t provide comfort. Instead, it only reminded you that there was likely another storm to come. Steve has always been better at picking up the pieces and patching things up. You didn’t want to become just another thing he had to fix. So, you pushed him away.

He still came back.

This time he brought the storm with him.

“I’m afraid that the minute I actually enjoy everything, it’ll all get taken away from me.” You confess, roughly wiping away your tears.

Steve crosses the room and kneels in front of you. His hair is still slightly damp, a stray strand hanging in front of his forehead. You brush it out of the way and he catches your wrist, placing a kiss in the palm of your hand.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, lips still brushing your skin. He says it like a promise. You wish the words were tangible, that you could close your fist around them and hold them close. “Tell me what I can do to fix it.”

The words simultaneously endear and exasperate you. Here is this boy who loves you, sitting in front of you telling you to let him love you. Here you are, about to tell him that he can’t.

“What if you can’t fix it, Steve? What if I’m unfixable?”

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he takes both of your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles.

“Then I’ll still love you anyway.”

Steve looks up and the clouds part. You’ve been so caught up in your doom and gloom, that you’d forgotten what it felt like to see the light of day. You lean down, closing your eyes, pressing your forehead to his.

“Why?” The question comes out watery and wanting.

“I can’t help it.” He breathes out.

You understand the feeling.

You bridge the gap, uncaring of the abyss that lies below. You’d fall through eternity if it meant you got to do it with him. His lips feel exactly like you remember them–like home. He kisses soft and slow, hands anchored at your hips as if to prevent you from floating away. When you break apart, both of you gasping for air, there’s uncertainty in his eyes. It fades away as soon as you lean back on the bed, pulling at his sleeves and dragging him with you.

The night is composed of soft apologies and even softer sighs, accompanied by the din of rain against the roof. It isn’t until far into the night that the storm finally subsides, leaving the pavement to glow in the morning sun.

Waking up next to Steve is a revelation. You don’t know how you ever survived without it. He’s all sleepy smiles and tired eyes, drowsily pulling you closer to him. Resting your head on his chest, you’re soothed by the rhythmic thump of his beating heart.

“Y’know, you didn’t have to walk in the rain just to say that you wanna get back together. You’re so dramatic.” You joke, hoping that it isn’t too soon to start poking fun.

His chest rumbles with laughter, the reverberations quelling your fears.

“In my defense, it wasn’t raining when I started walking.” He says, voice still thick with sleep. “Besides, you love it.”

You smile contentedly to yourself, not offering up a response besides a hum of agreement. He’s right. You do love him. Rain or shine.

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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How would the boys react to finding out Tav is pregnant? (Post-game)

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How would the boys react to finding out Tav is pregnant?

(Assuming it was something they didn't exactly plan)

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

“Haha! Pregnant? Oh, darling, you truly are going above and beyond with these jokes of yours, aren't you?… Wait, you’re serious-”

Thinks you're messing with him and would laugh it off at first. I mean- there's no way you're telling the truth right?

Freaks the hell out when you are indeed pregnant and it's not you messing with him. (He screamed-)

It's not that he doesn't want to have a child with you, it's just he doesn't think he's prepared himself. He really doesn't think he's capable of having kids.

His initial reactions are shock, anger, worry, and eventual acceptance.

This is his kid too, and he’d be damned if he doesn't at least try to raise it with you. He loves you, he can't ever leave you even after this.

He’d be oddly silent during the first days of your pregnancy, and he’d still be trying to come to terms with how he feels about it all but his usual snarky self comes back in no time.

You’d notice how surprisingly gentle he starts being with you, even afraid to touch you at times. This whole experience is just surreal for him but he's doing his best.

He actually tries to learn how to cook and do other house chores for you (you can hear the man complain from across the house) but despite such complaints, he refuses to let you do it yourself.

He just hopes that he can be a good father to this kid even if he constantly tells himself that he can't.

He keeps calling the baby an ‘it’

: ̗̀➛WYLL

“By the gods, a baby?! And it's ours! I’m going to be a father! The best father this child of ours could ever ask for, love.”

He’s shocked at first but the shock quickly turns into pure joy.

He’s having a kid with you! He’s going to have a family with you!

This is one of the best days of his life! He can hardly stop himself from grinning ear to ear. This is beyond anything he could have asked for.

He’s actually been wanting one for quite some time now, he just never knew how to properly bring it about without making things awkward.

You can tell that at some point he tried holding back tears. He just couldn't believe it, years of suffering and pain had finally led to this.

One moment he's being the grand blade of Avernus and next, he's back home, cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry for you.

He has this undying need to be the best father he can be for your growing baby, he wants to be present in every moment of his child’s life and not abandon them due to his own bad memories with his father.

He can’t stop going on about what the child may look like and possible names he could name the little guy/gal

You can tell he's going above and beyond for this kid without them even being born yet. You see him decorating rooms for the child, babyproofing the house, and even buying their clothes!

He couldn't have been more prepared for this and he probably has already told all his friends and family. You can't keep this man’s excitement down.

: ̗̀➛GALE

“You’re what? Pregnant? … Wait! You’re pregnant?! Right now?! Well of course right now- but what?!”

Huh?! <— Summing his initial reaction lmao

He zones out for about five seconds before even processing what he just heard.

Looks confused beyond belief but said confusion slowly turns into shock.

‘Who made you preg- oh, it was him’.

It would take him another five seconds to realize just how big of a news drop that is. He seems bewildered if anything else, not at all bothered by your pregnancy but it's quite shocking to hear.

Delighted that he gets to raise a kid with you! He wasn't expecting it at all but he's not against it, it was something that crossed his mind once or twice.

His bewilderment eventually turns into complete awe at the fact that you're bearing his child, and you two are actually going to start a family.

Oh, the amount of things he could teach that child, he could raise the greatest wizard Faerûn had ever seen!

He’s the biggest worrier out of all the boys mentioned here, he keeps coming up with out of pocket scenarios that might happen to the unborn child if he isn't careful.

Worries too much about your health and the baby's health to the point where he insists he does everything else for you.

He doesn't like having you out of his view, he can't afford to let something bad happen to you or the baby.

It's going to take a lot of convincing from you for him to believe that you are fine and capable of doing some of the chores on your own.

You even have sweet Tara nuzzling up against your stomach after hearing the lovely news.

: ̗̀➛HALSIN

“All the things I've ever been given but this, my heart, must be nature’s greatest gift to me, a gift that I will eternally treasure.“

Ecstatic! He’s more than happy that you’re pregnant with his child. It warms his heart so much.

His expression softens more than it ever has, his smile turning almost dream-like the moment you announce the news to him.

All these years alive he never once had a family with someone, he's grateful that he's going to get to experience it with you.

He’s quick to pull you into a gentle embrace, thanking you for gifting him with such an incredible blessing.

Though, you can tell how overprotective he's suddenly being. He follows you around a lot, becoming far more handsy than usual and never leaving you especially if you're walking into crowded places.

Despite his inexperience when it comes to raising a family of his own, he seems surprisingly knowledgeable about your needs and what's best for the child.

He makes your living space as warm and comfortable as possible, giving you all types of herbs to aid with the pregnancy.

He doesn't like you straying too far away from him if you two ever decide to go out and insists that you stay home most of the time. He’ll be the one to bring in the necessary food and groceries for you both.

He’s so enamored by this whole experience that simply watching you as the months go on makes his heart skip a beat. Soon enough, he’ll have a kid of his own.

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lsd-astronaut · 2 months

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Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

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Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

#good omens #good omens x reader #good omens fanfiction #good omens headcanons #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader x crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale

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darling-wendy · 1 year

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kazurei clues part 1 (ep 7)

Now that the content of Mitsuhito Tsuji's twitter likes have been going around, I'm gonna start going through the occasions where I feel the writers were doing their best to throw out clues about what their intentions were with Rei and Kazuki. First up, because I've got the episode queued up to re-watch and because it's both (imo) obvious and subtle, are the ones I see in episode 7.

To start with, we hadn't seen Kazuki go back to Fairy Lips after episode 1, but this gives concrete confirmation that he stopped going. Of course, raising a young child is busy work, especially when you fell into it with no preparation or experience, but once Miri starts attending daycare, that opens time for him that he could've used with quick trips. Incidentally, we saw what his first choice was for relaxation.

He just wanted to hang out with Rei some more, how quaint lol. (There are several hours in-between them dropping off Miri and them going back to pick her up. I really, really reeeeeaallly wanna know if they seriously just sat in Kyu's restaurant for the whole day lmao.)

And this takes me to what Dorothy says next.

I can't quite make out the exact word she uses in Japanese, but let's assume it is indeed something gender neutral like 'sweetheart'. In the moment, Kazuki is focused on fleeing before Karin can see him, but once he's away and alone with his thoughts, this is what he zeroes in on:

That's what he dwells on for hours, all throughout the rest of his walk home, while doing household chores, at dinner, even during his talk with Kyu. His struggle is the way he's determinedly holding himself in the past because he thinks it's the only way to keep Yuzuko from slipping out of his memories. Being happy, being fulfilled by something else, would mean she's getting shoved out. But in that vein, the mention of having a sweetheart could (and should?) set him in a similar way. Yet they don't overtly go back to that. But they very much tossed that breadcrumb out there.

I'd argue that Rei is functionally filling that role (hell, the preview for this very episode had a back and forth between Kazuki and Kyu where Kazuki obliquely compares Rei to his mom friends' husbands 😭). Miri is the catalyst for the big changes in their household, but it's pretty notable that once he and Rei start raising her together, he loses the inclination to flirt and party with women, and is only shown to do it again while he's in the middle of a breakdown. He hollowed himself inside so as to keep Yuzuko tethered to him. The rush of gambling and partying at Fairy Lips only briefly and shallowly filled the void. But once he and Rei outright form a family unit with Miri, he starts to heal.

Also, look at this face and try to tell me that he doesn't "ironically" refer to Rei as 'hubby' in his head!

The shot preceding this had a POV gaze at Rei's hand over Miri's, followed by a pan over to Rei himself, asleep. The shot of Kazuki smiling all fondly lasts 3 seconds. That's a good amount of time there. I can't help but think the animators were drawing attention to Kazkui having a moment over Rei.

#kazurei #buddy daddies #buddy daddies meta #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #kurusuwa family

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doubledyke · 3 months

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Comparing Edd to Eddy, which of the two you would say gone through the worst shit throughout the show?

(regarding both their homelifes AND all the bad stuff across the episodes too).

putting this under the cut cuz it gets pretty miserable lmao

also, i'm including ed.

as far as the canon of the show and movie i'll go with eddy obviously because of the whole bro thing, and bc he's most often the target of everyone's rage. at least with ed and edd, there seems to be a baseline of decency and occasional kindness from the other kids. as soon as eddy rears his square head, everyone's groaning and patting at their pockets. nazz and rolf are okay towards him a couple times i guess, but it ends in disaster nonetheless.

still going strictly by canon events i'd say edd is next. he's so damn stressed the entire time that it stresses ME out. eddy and ed put him through a lot both mentally and physically. he's so frail 😭 he can't handle all that.

ending with ed just cuz he comes off as impervious to any physical harm, and blocks a lot of the mental stuff as a defense mechanism. he does whatever he can to stay in his happy place and he's gotten really good at it. not saying he doesn't go through anything or that he isn't affected, he's just the least affected of the three.

we don't have a ton to go off of in terms of their home life, which is totally fine by me. preferable in fact. as a disclaimer, it's generally shitty to compare trauma, but they're cartoon characters so i'll compare their *fictional* trauma lmao. all just my opinion etc., etc.

during the run of the show, my opinion is that ed has it the worst at home. i imagine that he's made to feel very much like the red headed step-child. it's his parents and sarah teaming up against him, blaming him for all their problems. belittling, degrading and and if he's lucky, ignoring him. his dad really just reacts to what his wife and daughter tell him, but he reacts just the same. ed is cast to the basement and they all try really really hard to pretend that he doesn't exist. maybe his dad takes pity on him from time to time and buys him a comic or a movie behind his wife's back. or maybe he doesn't. he certainly doesn't want to ruffle feathers and make himself more miserable than he already is. come on, he just got off work. and once again, ed checks out to survive. i think there would be a point where ed and edd kinda look at each other and are like "what the fuck" in response to seeing ed's treatment first hand. we kind of get something close to that in the show when ed tells them they literally took his stairs.

edd is next i guess cuz he's got such a terrible wake up call in his future. realizing that no dude, it's not even slightly normal to communicate with your parents strictly via sticky note. it's not normal for a kid to be expected to take care of every single chore and task around the house. and all the books, all the academic achievements, all the folded socks in the world aren't gonna make them love you. then dealing with his (i always use this word) DEBILITATING anxiety on top of all that? i've said it before but he's straight up burnt out by the end of the show at age 12/13.

edd by the start of bps:

i put eddy last bc at least during the show his home life seems relatively normal. his mom is very obviously doting and his dad is okay as long as he keeps that wrist tight. with bro gone, the immediate threat is neutralized, and he's in no hurry to unpack anything going on internally. much like the other two, there's a major realization and subsequent struggle in his future. but he's slightly more deluded than edd and is actually the last of the three to accept that his childhood was fucked up. even after bps, he kinda knows, but he's incapable of accepting that he was a victim. bruises heal, what's the big deal? bro didn't have to do all that in front of everyone though, geez. his self worth is so low that he doesn't believe his experiences can be considered abuse. he's the one that pissed his brother off, after all. and so on and so forth. anywho, if bro still lived in the house i'd probably put him at the top of the list cuz like... not to get too dark here but idk man "accidents" happen and who knows if bro could've been stopped if no one was around. my personal hc as to why bro left or was forced to leave is that there was a really close call.

so yeah they all have fucked up home lives and day to day lives. they're so miserable 🥺 yes i will compound it 🥹

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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can you write a little scenario for the rogues if you were their sugar baby? 🥺 also I don't know if you write for the female rogues but I would lvoe Ivy and Harley (but it's ok if not!) Thank you 💓

bb i absolutely can, although there are some rogues i would struggle with because i'm not obsessed with heavily invested in them so maybe wouldn't get the characters right

but anyway this kind of scenario lives in my head rent free lmao

minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff and language and kinks

Two Face

absolute beast of a daddy, he would for sure keep you under lock and key to make sure you stayed his precious sugar baby. would forever be tossing that coin to see if you deserved new shoes/lingerie/nails/jewellery and it would almost always land in your favour. would definitely be seeking a free use policy if you're in his home. he'll buy you a new car, but you have to blow him in the backseat. you'd definitely be a sordid little secret that he kept from everyone

Riddler

daddy's going to make his precious little princess a whole variety of sex toys to please you, but you have to stay out of the workshop until he's done. gotta answer his riddles right before you get your allowance. demands a kiss on his cheek before he hands you the cash. definitely will toss money your way to get rid of you if you bother him enough, knowing very well this keeps you coming back because he is happy to admit he would pay to avoid loneliness. likes it when you tell him he's stupid for spoiling you

Poison Ivy

you're getting bouquets of flowers every day (let's pretend they wanted to be chopped off) with sentiments of love from mommy. keeps you sweet and doughy with pheromones, but honestly you wouldn't need it because who doesn't want to be crawling at her feet??? likes getting you to brush her hair as one of your daily chores and would get you gifts instead of just cash because she likes to be super personal and show off her knowledge of you

Penguin

all you have to do is stand next to him and look pretty and this man will have you bathing in champagne. he would have you dripping in jewels omg. also short king so bonus points if you're tall and leggy because you it makes him look way more impressive by comparison he thinks. he'd let you drain his bank account just as a form of self-punishment.

Scarecrow

i think this started as more of a "pay you to take part in my experiments" thing and then he caught feelings the big idiot, so in order to keep an emotional distance the relationship remained transactional, you tell him about your worst fears and nightmares while he has his head on your chest listening to your heart beat and in return he'll buy you shiny things

Harley

this is difficult because harley is just a lil sugar baby, but she probably would like someone to kick around a bit, so maybe she gets her dues, and then you get yours. she would make you dress up in a matching little outfit to be her sidekick, and you'd have to really earn your cash, she's mean to you because that's how she shows love (my heart) and every time you take a verbal beating without crying she takes you out to dinner

Poison Ivy

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elvisqueso · 3 months

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behold, my fixation

(hc's under the cut)

listen. i've been fucked up over a completely self-indulgent modern au of these two for a week and i need to expel all the headcanons i've stockpiled or i will actually lose my shit. so this is both '''''canon''''' p/js and the modern au i made up.

pocahontas is demi in both; she had a healthy libido, but she doesn't experience much sexual attraction to others. once she does, tho, it's like a switch goes off and she finds the physical act of love a very fulfilling part of her relationship. i also hc that the other person she's had sexual experience with is nakoma, although it was entirely sexual on her end and not at all romantic (nakoma had a crush on her tho. got a lil messy there). in modern au, she's transgender and what you might call 'fully transitioned.' she prefers to remain stealth, but will talk about her experience in certain circles if she feels comfortable enough to do so (mostly, she's only comfortable talking to john or nakoma about it).

john has a lot going on. he's bi and isn't too conflicted about it in either canon, but in modern au he grew up in a very heteronormative community and family so he has a lil gender crisis going on. he thinks of himself as 'part guy, part not-guy.' they don't really have the benefit of a vocabulary to work this out on their own, so it's a little nebulous. i wanted some 'messy gendered' john, what can i say?

big spoon-little spoon

john is basically made to be big spoon, and pocahontas likes being all snug, but she can step up easily if john's feelin a lil fragile (modern au this happens more often bc of the ptsd i gave him. heehee ;3 ).

lends clothes-borrows clothes

pocahontas can and has borrowed/stolen every piece of clothing john owns.

pet names

pocahontas tends to lean towards using more 'proper' names and addresses just in general; pet names were never much of a thing so much as nicknames were growing up. john, on the other hand, will use a pet name for a houseplant.

introverted-extroverted

pocahontas is quite introverted, and tends to go off on her own a lot to recharge after a big run of interactions (this happens a lot in modern au due to her job). john is generally extroverted, but he can get tired of putting on a 'show' for people after a while.

affection through words-actions

they both use a fairly balanced amount of words and actions, although pocahontas tends to vocalize her feelings more, and john has a big 'acts of service' thing going on once he's got the traction for it.

confessions

john's self esteem is in the ground, so he never confesses first. he just deprioritizes his own feelings in favor of other peoples', so he'll just...not say anything, and assume he'll be told to 'leave' when he's not wanted around anymore. pocahontas confesses to him when she figures this out, and realizes she has to spell it out for him that yES she wants him around oh my god

BUGS

these are pro-bug dorks who will take selfies with the bug before releasing it gently into the wild.

driving

both can drive but neither are particularly good. pocahontas has a motorcycle tho and she's very good on that.

cooking

these two are equally useless when it comes to domestic chores in general, because they get very impatient and lose focus. they literally have to have someone babysitting them throughout any chore or task like cooking or they will Fail so everything from cooking to cleaning the bathroom they HAVE to do together because it's the only way anything will get done. they rely heavily on takeout and nakoma cooking for them, but they do that 'hello fresh' type thing sometimes and it's a whole evening of them following directions to maybe succeed in making something edible. john is only slightly more capable bc he has one (1) sandwich and one (1) recipe for pulled pork that he can pull off on his own.

PDA

this was supposed to be a dual-colored dot lmao but they are equally disgusting as like the type of couple that forgets other people are Watching and will make out in a public park.

protectiveness

pocahontas is generally more protective only bc she knows john doesn't prioritize his own safety/LIFE and will get himself injured if he thinks he can protect someone else. john is closer to chill only bc he generally knows pocahontas is Highly capable of taking care of herself and doesn't really need him to protect her (although he would absolutely die for her if it came down to it)

relationship experience

john actually has some experience, although never anything too serious. pocahontas, being demi and fairly aloof, never had a real relationship before, so she sometimes feels insecure about her part of the relationship.

horny levels

like i said before, pocahontas has a very healthy libido, but low sexual attraction, so once the engine starts in her relationship with john, she's generally On It most of the time. john (being a healthy young man himself) is p happy to try and keep up, but if he's just not able to get there for some reason (overstimulated, depressed, just not feelin the mojo), pocahontas is very good about winding back down to non-sexual forms of affection.

awkwardness levels

they're both fairly awkward people, actually, when you think about it, but in different ways, and in different situations. overall, they balance each other's awkwardness out and make a v good team, socially.

jealousy levels

the aforementioned total absence of john's self esteem also contribute to his lack of jealous tendencies (also, to him, someone else paying a lot of attention to pocahontas is just...normal. like if someone wasn't enchanted by her he'd think they were a lil crazy, kinda way). pocahontas on the other hand, due to her insecurities, can get pretty jealous over john. she's very self-aware about it though, and can curb it with some effort, but she can get too much in her head about it sometimes.

here's the full version of that pic btw:

this is how i envision their relationship.

#pocahontas x john smith #pocajohn #p/js #i couldn't stop thinking about this all day #pls ask me about my stupid headcanons for this ship and the modern au #pls tell me your headcanons #also that meme is a little hard to draw bc the twink pose has the head at such an odd angle #and i'm rusty. and linework is hard.#and i'm trying to work out how to translate these two into my own style. it's...going.

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thebonggirll · 7 months

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i have been trying to update pjo and have been trying to find something good to put in it too but something new happened in my life and it's moving too fast, so i am a bit all over the place with the new feelings.

so yeah i have this guy in my class i have a crush on, and we hit it off i guess? he's super intelligent and also some other things that make me feel there's a gap between us that can only be filled with time.

the problem is, he's not ready for commitment cause he has dreams and is building his future. and he genuinely is putting in the work, goddamn he works hard. he was nice enough to be honest about it cause he said he wanted me to think about this if i genuinely want to continue it. and he said "don't catch feelings".

not sure if we are exclusive to each other or just friends with benefits (he hates this term). but i guess i don't want this to end cause i found comfort in someone after ages...and found someone genuinely attractive after ages. i guess i want to experiment this feeling since it feels new.

he's unavailable the whole day. he has a family business to look after? we only get the time to talk at night. i do think about him but not much. i mean i feel good but it doesn't feel like a necessity to talk to him? it's actually nice to not feel like a necessity for me cause then it just feels like a chore. i guess i am still afraid to catch feelings for someone and having to fulfill all the requirements.

but he does fulfill my requirement of not pestering me all the time. like.. i don't like to talk or socialise all the time. it's exhausting? so this works fine for me as well.

also, he texts at night if he wants to vc. last night he didn't and i fell asleep lmao. it's just a part of me that wanted to wait till 1 AM and that's the limit i've put for myself.

after waking up today, i saw a text from him around 2:30AM that he couldn't fulfill the requirements for an exam so he's studying and unable to talk. i am a bit disappointed but not that much? does that make sense that i am not much affected? maybe i am in peace cause he doesn't have the time to be with other girls and isn't cheating or playing with my feelings or something.

i did mention to him that the moment i catch feelings for him, i am out. well...i wanted to rant here haha.

lmao i just realised how i don't limit my time for writing fanfic but have a limit for him.

maybe if this hurts me in the future i can write a fic about it lol.

#soniaspeaks

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moonjella · 8 months

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my ranking of golden age that nobody asked for:

𝟏. alley oop — it’s the most hype song on the album so you know it’s going to be my top song, it’s exactly what i’ve been waiting for since nct 2023 was announced. a super hype song with an incredible rap line, but let’s also not ignore the vocals because yuta and jisung’s vocal lines are so heavenly! every member snapped in this, even winwin with his teeny tiny lines. this is going to be my anthem when i walk to class everyday, it’s incredibly motivating

𝟐. pado — sm really know what they’re doing putting xiaojun and haechan in the same unit again, their vocal chemistry is seriously unmatched. and the unit as a whole is probably one of my favourite u combinations because everyone’s voice (raps and vocals combined) sounds so perfect bouncing off each other. and the song itself is so fun and sexy, it actually surprised me. and idk how to explain this but the trumpets?? were so sensually teasing which i feel reflects the lyrics and the song as a whole, ughhhh i love it so much!

𝟑. the bat — i (s)creamed when i saw the videos from nct nation. it opens with them telling me to inhale, exhale but the jokes on me because i lose the ability to breathe with this song. i don’t even know what it’s about, wtf is bats on wheels lmao but i don’t care i’m still jamming hard to this song. also, the vocal trio of taeil, yuta and jungwoo is insane, and hendery and jeno’s rap?? hello??

𝟒. interlude: oasis — listening to this in the shower lead me to having an out of this world experience lmao it’s so heavenly and quite the nostalgic song, it reminds me of something that i can’t quite name. but at the same time, it’s a new and refreshing vibe that i’ve never heard from nct before, but i love it anyway. i just wish the song was longer

𝟓. call d — when it comes to tenyong duo, i don’t think anything can ever top baby don’t stop but call d is such a chill and fun song, and the instrumental breaks did surprise me. it’s not my fave on the album but i do love how the song is both fun and sensual. also ten’s rap and taeyong’s vocals?? they are so versatile

𝟔. baggy jeans — i’ll be honest, i’m not a fan of the chorus however! the rest of the song is so good! it’s so nice to see t7s unit back together again after 7 years. it’s one of the most catchy songs on the album which is great if you like the catchy parts. but for me, i’d rather have a different song on repeat. but the low, deep vocal ranges? jaehyun and mark really surprised me. i like the last third of the song more than the rest of the song, and getting through the first part feels like a chore

𝟕. not your fault — nct ballads usually linger towards the bottom of my playlists but don’t get me wrong, i do love them. i just don’t listen to them a lot. the lyrics are so sweet and gentle, i’m definitely going to listen to it when i need a pick me up because the message is so beautiful and intimate. and the vocals were so amazing, renjun really shined through

𝟖. kangaroo — i didn’t like this one at first but it grew on me after a few listens. the lyrics have a cute, fun meaning but if you squint enough, they’re a little dirty? did anyone else notice it, or was it just me and my filthy mind lol? this song is totally the song to listen to on a summer roadtrip with the windows down, and it honestly felt like a nct dream song rather than nct u, but it was fun regardless

𝟗. golden age — i don’t want to be one of those entitled nctzen but i really did expect a full group song with the same vibes of black on black/resonance throughout the song, but golden age is like a hybrid of black on black/resonance and beautiful. it really does enhance all of members’ qualities by allowing them to shine with their individual lines, be them vocal or rap. it’s such a feel good song, but it did give me whiplash lol

𝟏𝟎. that’s not fair — this song was going great at first but something about the chorus was very....idk how to explain it, i just didn’t like it. i did enjoy the dark, sinister feeling. it gives you the same vibe you’d get watching something scary. i know it’ll grow on me because every nct song does eventually. but there needs to be a song at the bottom of the list and this one fits the shoe which is a shame because i loved it at first

#nct #golden age #☆ ─── 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 ─── ☆

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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hi it's 🍃 leafy!

My bf actually came up with the idea lol!

OKAY IMAGINE TRYING TO WAKE LEGOLAS UP AND HE'S JUST LIKE "no." SO YOU GIVE UP AND JUST SPEND SOME TIME IN BED WITH HIM 🥰🥰

But then you have to wake up to do your chores, Leggy still in head. Thranduil is worried and comes to look at him... BUT LEGGY THINKS IT'S STILL YOU TRYING TO WAKE HIM UP AND PULLS HIS FATHER TO BED AND CUDDLES HIM! LMAO!

Thranduil is a mix between awe and WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SON?

You return to see this too!

Please could you write this whenever you are feeling better? I wanted to send it in in case I forget, because I have the memory of a stupid minion!

Thanking you 💜💚

Dearest leafy anon, of course...this was a pleasure to write and here it is <3

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Warnings: none

Characters: Legolas x reader, & Thranduil

“Prince,” you purred, laughing when Legolas merely nuzzled closer into your bare shoulder, “we’ve got to get up.”

“No.”

His definitive grunt, holding quite a bit of that stubborn haughtiness he got from his father, made you chuckle once more; Legolas was a dear creature – brave, generous, and kind – but he was also almost impossible to wake up in the morning.

Or at least that was your experience; it was true that he had accomplished exceptional deeds of valour and steadfastness in the past and you had often wondered how he had managed to defeat so much evil when you had to all but drag him out from between the sheets most of the time, but you had not been particularly eager to seek out the council of the king on that subject.

When awake and asked about it, Legolas would usually say that it was your warm, fragrant, comfortable presence that made him so reluctant to let you leave his arms and that, hence, he was easily dissuaded from starting his own day just yet.

Pressing your lips against his fair brow, you resigned yourself to whiling away a bit more time in his tender embrace. Even though you were fiercely aware of the duties awaiting you – piling up in your absence and promising a stressful day of running late for every one of them – you could not resist the seductive pull of his strong limbs that kept drawing you in until you lay – cradled safely – against his broad, muscled chest.

There was not a thing you didn’t love about him; you adored the way he smelled in the morning – green growth and fertile earth – and the feeling of his smooth skin under your dancing fingertips; idly, you pencilled a list of your plans for the day onto his collarbone in the invisible ink of your love and looked up just in time to see the dreamy smile that made his lips quirk.

Strands of his hair – shining silver in the early morning light filtering through the badly drawn curtains – wrapped around your fingers as you caressed his head as if his whole being was loath to let go of you.

“Legolas,” you tried again after another long moment of getting lost in his ethereal and almost heart-breaking innocence, “I really have to get up now. Join me, my love?”

He hummed vaguely and you sighed; extricating yourself from the sweet cage of his arms and legs coiled around like vines felt like tearing off your own skin.

If it had not been of the utmost importance that at least one of you should appear at the meeting about to begin, you would have liked nothing better than to stay holed up in your nest of tangled sheets and deep affection for little while longer.

Dressing quickly, you strode out of the room – regret shivering down cold and clammy your throat – and made your way to the meeting room before you could change your mind.

Legolas’ disgruntled moan had sunk sharp hooks of discontentment into your flesh that now released the slow poison of impatience into your bloodstream though; every step was torture and every breath you took shallow with yearning.

“It has been cancelled,” the king – holding a piece of bread slathered in honey – informed you dryly. When his eyes sought but did not find his son at your side, his brows rose in surprise.

Your anger froze into incredulity; this was just your luck – to have struggled so in vain – and a mean streak of petulance started to flare into life upon seeing the placid face of your father-in-law.

“Where is my son?” he asked, already casting aside his breakfast, and standing in a flurry of rich robes; apparently, you were not the only person who had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. In your case, the whole problem had been getting up at all, but Thranduil seemed considerably dismayed as well.

“In bed,” you replied curtly while eyeing the discarded food covetously; you truly hoped that Legolas would be down any minute and would hence join you while you were breaking your fast; otherwise, you’d prepare a tray and take it up to him for a romantic meal under the covers.

Uttering one of those non-committal guttural sounds that were so typical for Thranduil – at least in private - the king nodded and left the room without any further explanation.

Shrugging, you snatched a morsel from the leftovers of his meal and – while chewing slowly – you put together a solid meal for your beloved and yourself.

Puttering around, you suddenly became aware of how much time really had passed since you had first opened your eyes when the sun had reached a point in the sky from whence it could slant into the room and paint dancing flecks of gold onto the smooth floor.

When had you come down here by yourself? How long had Thranduil been gone?

Slightly worried yourself now, you wiped your mouth, lifted your carefully arrayed tray, and retraced your steps to check on your two favourite royals.

Legolas knew that he probably should be getting up and – just as he had almost convinced himself that lying in bed was not worth angering his father without having his beloved by his side – a warm hand came to rest on his bare shoulder.

Without thinking twice, he grabbed it and tugged, overjoyed that you had decided to skip the meeting and join him in bed once more.

“M’father can wait,” he mumbled, nuzzling into his pillow, and dragging your arm – when had it become so long? – over his shoulder to cuddle deeper into the stolen embrace.

This was just what he had needed: the warmth of another body beside him and the certainty that he was loved and protected here within these hallowed halls that kept the darkness of the world at bay.

The massive ring banging against his forehead made his eyes fly open though; your fingers were nowhere near as long as the ones he was holding, and he was sure that you had not been swaddled in the long robes that were now entangling his legs when you had left your chambers.

“Good morning, son,” Thranduil chuckled good-humouredly, relieved to find that there was nothing amiss with his Little Leaf other than laziness.

It had been years since he had last been invited to sit by his son’s bedside and caress his soft hair in comfort and solidarity; if he was honest, he often missed those fleeting moments of paternal pride and tenderness.

The seed he had cradled and nurtured had burst into bloom – shooting up and away from his roots at a dizzying speed – and it now no longer needed the affectionate tending of an old king; Thranduil hated having become obsolete in the life of the one he would have kept under his wing for all eternity.

Just in that moment, you burst through the door to find your venerable king half hanging off the bed you shared with Legolas, half thrown across that very same prince as if he was a light shawl one wraps around one’s shoulders against the autumn chill.

You blinked, but they were still lying thus, a grotesque painting of domestic and familial bliss.

Blindingly handsome, they looked as if poured out of the vat of starlight, as if moulded out of gold and silver, as if crafted out of diamond and moonstone, and a fond smile of emotion tugged at the corners of your lips.

“Father!” Legolas cried out, flinging away the arm hitherto slung around his shoulders with enough vehemence to all but toss the king out of the bed, “Whatever do you think you’re doing?”

“I was worried you were taken ill,” Thranduil griped, slightly vexed by his son’s reaction.

“I am not,” Legolas hissed, pulling the blanket up to his chin as if he’d never been seen undressed before, “now, if you would remove yourself from my bed, please?”

“Legolas,” you chided sharply, “your esteemed father and king has come to inquire after your well-being, the least you can do is be civil about your own lack of discipline.”

“Sorry,” Legolas muttered immediately, visibly chastised but meeting his father’s wounded gaze bravely, “I apologise, father, thank you for looking in on me and holding me as you’ve done all my life.”

A moment of deep complicity and unfiltered love played out before you and you felt humbled and honoured to be allowed to witness such a rare instance of earnest vulnerability between two fearsome warriors and dreaded foes to the forces of darkness. Then, as they both looked up at you rather sheepishly – silken hair dishevelled and light eyes flickering with embarrassment – you added: “Neither one of you has had breakfast…how about you both get your hair fixed and I’ll await you in the adjoining sitting room?”

As you walked over to the sunny room you had just crossed in such a hurry and laid out the breakfast, you sighed, they were chaos and mischief poured into shapely, living flesh, and you loved them more than words could say.

So, here's another Leggy story from me, featuring soft Thrandy and surprising cuddles!

Lots of love from me; I hope this was to your liking <3

#request #IDNMT answers #legolas #legolas x reader #thranduil #good dad #surprise cuddles #breakfast #fluff

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illfoandillfie · 2 years

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Can you give us some spicy and sweet headcanons of Roger from your AKoE universe? 👀

here you go anon! a handful of sweet and spicy headcanons that i wrote instead of working on the actual chapter lmao

Sweet:

Roger met Margo when they were in uni but only after Queen broke up. She was not into the grunge scene and sometimes still teases him about trying to be Dave Grohl.

Roger was 34 when Sylvester was born. Most of his friends already had kids so he defs felt a bit weird about being an older first time dad, but he'd also wanted kids for ages. He and Margo agreed to start properly trying for them after they'd been married for about six months but it was a few years before they were successful. In fact, they'd started looking into fertility specialists and adoption agencies when they found out Margo was pregnant. Roger counts his kids births as the happiest days of his life.

Reader first came to Roger's attention when she bombed an assignment. He had a fairly large cohort of bio students to teach so while he was previously aware of her it was only as one name among many. Her work had been decent up to that point, though not the best in the class, and he mentally pegged her as one of the kids who'd struggle as the bio content got harder and end up dropping the subject. Instead she buckled down and improved her work which very much impressed Roger. He was pleased to say he was wrong and see her back in his class in second year.

on weekends that he has his kids he makes sure they do any homework and chores early so that the rest of the weekend can be more fun. They usually pop to the video store on their way home from school and each pick something to rent and some fun snacks so that they can have a movie night (which sometimes includes building a blanket fort). Once when both kids had chickenpox he moved the TV into his bedroom and they all curled up in his big beg with ice cream.

His kids have been on multiple playdates with the children of other kinksters he met at munches, mostly when they were younger. There was a boy around the same age as Sylvester who's mum was a widow just starting to try and meet guys again. She and Roger hooked up a couple of times but it wasn't a regular thing. But they did take their kids to the park together and babysit for each other sometimes. Roger used to joke about starting a babysitting roster with some of the other parents to determine who'd watch all the kids while they others were having an orgy.

Spicy

Roger has had 3 serious/regular play partners since his divorce. Two of them he dommed (although there was a little switching sometimes) and one that dommed him. Be he's also done one off scenes with a few others, mostly in private but one or two public demonstrations at play parties.

As hed got older he'd found himself drawn to submitting more. In his 20s he and Margo started experimenting with it a bit and once he got into the kink community he found he really really liked it. It's nice being told what to do. Different to being a dad or a teacher where he's the one giving instructions. Letting someone else call the shots and look after him feels really nice.

His weekly sessions with Reader is the most regular sex he's had in a good six or seven months. His previous regular partner moved away for work and he hadn't found anyone else yet when Readder approached him with her proposal. He sometimes thinks it was the semi-dry spell he was in that made him say yes.

His fave position changes depending on the situation. If it's a bondage scene he likes having her standing with her arms tied above her head and maybe a leg tied up so he can easily reach her cunt. If it's another kinky scene with impact play or denial or DP - he likes doggy. With Margo their preference was cowgirl because she came best on top of him (and he could pull her into a kiss when he wanted). But with Reader he's not sure yet. Because their whole thing is about exploring different things he hasn't really had a chance to find a favourite. But he is a little concerned by how often his dreams of her end in very intimate missionary or spooning.

Roger finds it hard to pick the best sex of his life but a contender was the day Queen's one and only album was released. Roger took the CD to the local pub and showed it to the very fit bird who worked the bar. He'd been trying to get off with her for months and finally she let him. She gave him a blowjob in the back alley and then, when he pouted and said he wanted to fuck her she rolled her eyes and let him take her home. They did it twice and she left her underwear behind.

The sex he thinks about most is his first time with Reader. Partly because he knew he shouldnt have done it, partly because it was hot knowing it wasn't really allowed, and partly because of how stupidly easy he'd found it to give in and how much he wanted to make her feel good. He can't decide if it was a mistake or one of the best things he's ever done.

#a different kind of education #my writing #roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #idk i hope these are okay #i really wanna get the chapter out this week tho

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moralityandcinicism · 1 year

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I hate to uncover myself here like that, but I got some thoughts that may contribute a bit to whole DA genre and how studying in small, gated community or breathing aesthetic makes main characters go insane.

I'm not rich by no means, but I would say I'm comfortable middle class. I can sail, I can ski, I can ride horses and, as a 22yo, I've already been to 20 various countries (not even attempting to count how many cities). Additionally, I'm not American, so student loans don't really affect me. The point being, I never had to worry about working regular student jobs or earning money in any way. I didn't even have chores at home. I was always told all I have to focus on is studying and nothing more.

I was raised by a professor of arts from a big university and by family who discusses philosophy and literature at the dinner table and speaks languages. I already knew half of my current professors before I even knew where I'm going to high school, and at 16yo I was having dinner with a professor from Harvard convincing me to apply there. I got into classics master's program and since it's very hard major with not many job perspectives here, I'm studying in a very small group of fairly odd or pretentious people (there are less than 10 of us in my year).

Thanks to contacts and nepotism, I already got a few jobs in my area of study. I already partaken in publications and all. I've been to foreign exchange programs, and I'm already planning what I have to do to get a PhD. Your typical DA bitch.

I know I will probably stay at uni for the rest of my life, following my parents' steps, but as an extrovert, I realised how much I miss contact with people from the outside. Especially since most of the work I do in my room with nothing but Google Docs in front of me.

Now, with war, crisis, inflation, and my rich holiday plans, I decided to try some more stable and student appropriate jobs. I became a barista to earn extra money and some practical experience. I also started going to the gym in my neighbourhood.

It has been an amazing experience so far to "ungate" myself and break free from the kind of golden cage I was living in. A few days ago, it struck me that for the first time ever, I feel like like a real person. Like a real young adult, who has to work for things and who exists in the real word and not one of concepts and aesthetics full of detached intellectuals and big words. It's such a weird feeling, but in a good way. Like, I'm no longer expecting everyone to know who Jacques Derrida is or speak more than 3 languages. I like to think I'm more in touch with reality and in touch with myself.

So, yeah, in conclusion, I deeply believe everyone should try that, and living gated, elitist, academiac life can actually rot your brain in every way.

If Henry Winter worked customer service job for a week, we would have a much happier ending to The Secret History lmao.

#dark academia #the secret history #read it with a distance please #it's like half joke half rambling #nothing to overthink #just seen someone discussing influence of gated elitist community on characters of da books #I may have some observations here #also I hate losing bits of anonymity like that lmao #if we were villains

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sardinesandhumbugs · 2 years

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🪀🧸💔📢💬 for Ratty please?

🪀 silly headcanon:

One of the pros of having a home to yourself is that you can sing silly little songs under your breath while doing chores. This is fine, until you get a housemate and find you can't break the habit XD

(Several animals find this adorable, and so no one has warned him that his singing can sometimes be heard through his open kitchen window, for fear he'll stop.)

🧸 hurt/comfort headcanon:

Ratty's night vision isn't great, thanks to being an animal who lives predominantly on the riverbank, so the tunnel to Toad Hall was definitely not the best experience for him. (Combine that with general unease of being underground and in tight spaces, and, yeah. Not a great recipe for him.)

After the second time he caught his foot on an unseen stone though, Mole caught his paw and keeps hold of it, giving him a heads up with any future trip risks. :)

💔 angst headcanon:

Mole is the first animal to share a home with Ratty since Rat Sr passed away, and one of the few times when Mole rose before Ratty, Ratty mistook the clatter in the kitchen - for a moment - for that of his father. His heart leapt for a full second before he remembered his housemate.

(For a similar reason, several of the full-length mirrors about his house have been either covered or stored away; Ratty never realised how much he looked like his father until he kept catching his reflection out of the corner of his eye.)

📢 favourite thing about them in canon:

*gestures wildly at the whole of his character*

Okay but I suppppooose if I had to choose one thing, I guess it's how genuine his character feels? I grew up with (and adored) both the 1995 animated and 1996 live action versions, but both versions cast Ratty as a sort of stiff upper lip character, with a fairly stagnant character arc. But musical!Ratty? He's dealing with a broken friendship, he rants and raves, he gets anxious, like there is just so much there I can relate to. And when he smiles? My god, it reaches right into his eyes, and you can utterly believe that his and Mole's friendship is 100% genuine.

(look, if your witw adaptation doesn't sell the Ratty & Mole moments? You're doing it wrong.)

💬 favourite line they've said:

Lmao, there are so many great options, but one of my favourites is one that isn't even scripted. It's during The Greatest Great Escape, when the cast are searching for Toad in the audience, and thanks to their mics you can hear Ratty tell one audience member something along the lines of, "You're no help whatsoever >:("

(Even better is you can hear Mole shout a moment later "thank you! :)" for stark comparison.)

(Also his "Badger. No" comes in a decent second place.)

(Also also, his sung line of "if he has a weakness, habits that are his" from A Friend is Still a Friend is one of my absolute favourites; it's such a surprisingly soft line after all his previous protests.)

#wind in the willows musical #look I will always adore mole thanks to 8yr old me imprinting on the 1996 version #but musical!ratty is so good #the fact that both of these characters have anxiety prob explains a lot tho lmao #also it's been a while since i've written anything intentionally hurt/comfort #hope this counts #the mirror headcanon is something I think i've referenced before?#I dunno something something grief that lives on the inside and the out something something

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Nano day 3 summary: I haven’t reached my goal yet for today but I finally have enough on one story that I feel confident posting a snippet. This story got extremely personal very fast (I was very attached to one of the horses we had when I was a child so my unresolved grief inevitably leaked into this story lmao), and it’s the one I’ve spent the most time on, being about twice as long as any of the other chapters. This snippet isn’t the whole story, but it’s good chunk of it.

TW for animal harm, sick animals

The Day We Lost Winston Nuggets Jr.

Nick, the protagonist of this story, told me this story himself. It was...an odd experience. Nick was a very strange man in a way I still can’t find the words to quantify, and I guess this story really explains why. That meeting, and this story, left me with far more questions than answers, and left me with an uneasy feeling deep in the pit of my stomach.

This is a story of unconditional love, of loss, and of a sinking sort of darkness that grips the heart of man. One look in Nick’s dull, unblinking eyes, and I was certain this story was true. There was no way it couldn’t be.

Winston Nuggets Jr. was originally supposed to be my dad’s horse, but when he was about a year old, he decided on a whim that he would only listen to me, and he had designated me his Person, like animals do sometimes. He was a gorgeous tobiano paint horse, and I vividly remember he had a white patch in the shape of a heart on his butt. That, and his blue eyes, were probably his most defining features.

And his attitude. He was a very expressive horse. If I was out in the pasture, he would toss his head in greeting, and nudge me so hard I would nearly fall flat on my ass when he wanted me to scratch his ears. I think the most distinct part about him though was how he would smile and bob his head when I said something he evidently agreed with. I would ask him if he wanted treats and he would smile and nod and nicker at me. It never failed to make me laugh.

It could be because I always fed the horses as a part of my chores, or maybe I’m just special, but either way Winston and I were inseparable from that moment on. I felt a little bad for my dad, but he seemed thrilled that I had finally found a horse of my own, since I had never quite clicked with any of the others we had. I did everything with Winston after that. We moved cows, showed in 4-H, and even won a few roping competitions at local rodeos together. I even ran barrels with him once, in which we managed to knock over every single barrel, shoot one of those barrels all the way across the arena, and somehow tear down one of the advertising banners they hang from the arena fence.

I think that’s why it hit me so hard when Winston suddenly got sick. At the time we lived nearly an hour away from Gem City, where the nearest vet was, so anything of this sort made for a gigantic catastrophe, especially when it was something that neither of my parents had ever seen in their decades of dealing with horses.

It was a warm afternoon, and I was calling all the horses in from the pasture so they could get their grain for the day and so I could herd them into the pen where they stayed at night. Usually Winston would come hauling ass over the hill before the other horses could even think of following my command, and gallop down to where I waited by the gate with a handful of treats shoved into the pocket of my Carhart or my Levis. He would nudge me until I produced one for him, and then he would smile and nicker in appreciation.

That day though, it had been Misty, one of our mares, who appeared first, ambling along in the pretentious sort of way that mares do sometimes. Then came Ollie, and Chicken Wing, Starlight and JJ, but still no sign of Winston. I sighed and started leading everyone to their stalls. If Winston wasn’t back by the time I was done, I would go looking for him. But, the others got grumpy if I made them wait, especially Misty, so I took care of them then stepped back outside. “Winston!” I called. The sun was starting to arc down towards the mountains across the valley. I pulled my hat down to block the sun, scanning the pasture for Winston. “Mr. Winston Nuggets Jr., please report to the pen if you would like your treat!” Maybe he had found a particularly nice patch of grass, I thought. After another minute of waiting and calling for him, I strode off into the pasture to hunt him down. Maybe he had gotten stuck somewhere. He had gotten his head stuck in the fence in the past while reaching for some grass, so it wasn’t entirely out of the question. I rolled my eyes affectionately at the thought. That horse got himself into so many stupid situations.

I crested the hill and spotted Winston’s white heart butt all the way at the other end of the pasture. From where I was, it was impossible to tell if he was stuck or not. I called out to him, and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw his head turn to look at me. Something, some small voice of warning, tickled at the back of my brain (why does he seem so lethargic?), but I ignored it.

“Winston! Come on you big bozo it’s dinner time!”

As I got closer, it began to click that something was wrong. Winston was turning to meet me, but his movements were slow, ragged, as if he were exhausted. He suddenly seemed a decade older than he was. It only got worse when I finally got close enough to throw a halter on him.

I’m not entirely sure how to describe what was happening to Winston...He suddenly just looked wrong, for lack of a better descriptor. His eyes were rheumy and he was shedding like he was losing his winter coat, which shouldn’t have been happening in the middle of August. His hooves were starting to crack too, like they had grown out far too much in the week since the farrier had put his new shoes on. There was also something...oddly round about him. Winston was naturally very stocky, but when I found him that day he looked almost bulbous. Like he was inflating from the inside. It made me feel sick looking at him.

He hobbled behind me as I led him to the barn. Thankfully, he seemed to have no troubles eating or drinking, and he even weakly nudged me to beg for treats. I stayed in the barn with him overnight and we hurried him into the vet the next morning, but she was just as baffled as we were. There was no way to pinpoint one specific illness from his varied symptoms, and all of his bloodwork came back clean. In other words, he had a clean bill of health. Nothing seemed possible, what was happening to Winston. But it was happening, and we would just have to deal with it, it seemed.

On the second day, he looked even worse. His beautiful blue eyes were bloodshot, and he had developed a nasty, phlegmy cough and a runny nose, signs indicative of choking. There was nothing blocking his throat. It was just more weirdness. He seemed to grow more too, the bloating getting worse. The third day, he once again seemed bigger, and his excessive shedding was starting to cause bald spots all across his body. I was convinced that I found a tumor on the inside of his hind thigh on the fourth day, but my dad thought it was just some sort of weird fat deposit. The fifth day was the worst, by far. His bald spots had started developing little pustules, and sores began to crop up on his face and inside his ears. The fatty tumors had spread throughout his entire hindquarters.

I ended up making the decision to move Winston into a boarding barn in Gem City so he could be closer to the vet clinic until we could get this figured out. Every day he seemed to be getting worse, and I wasn’t sure what to do. A darkness seemed to settle in my chest as I backed my trailer up to the barn and unloaded Winston. It was a difficult task now; he used to be so good at unloading but his illness made him slow and unsteady, and he nearly went down as he stepped out of the trailer and onto the cement. I flinched.

Marcie, the owner of the boarding barn, led us to Winston’s stall and showed me where I could store his grain, hay, and other necessities. I could see the pity in her eyes as I unloaded all of the ointments and medications the vet had given me to try and treat Winston’s symptoms. After I had arranged everything and locked Winston away in his stall for the night, I broke down sobbing. It probably should have embarrassed me, the grown man I was, but at that point I didn’t care. Winston was my best friend and it was indescribably painful to see him in such a sorry state, one I didn’t know how to fix.

“Oh, honey,” Marcie said, giving me a hug. I hugged her back, desperate for any meager comfort I might receive, even from a stranger.

#rot and ruin #nano 2022 #nanowrimo #taglist to come in reblogs

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