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retroellie · 3 years

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Dating Ellie Williams Headcannons

Summary: Headcannons for dating ellie

A/N: Have this because my last imagine was ass... I think i like writing headcannons way more than imagines lmao

Warning: TLOU2 spoilers, Mentions of death, PTSD, and NSFW/dirty talk

Word Count: 1.8k

- She fell in love with you when she first saw you

- She had just come to Jackson after the incident with the fireflies

- You being around the same age as her tommy asked you to show her around and tell her what’s what

- “Ellie this is Y/n, Y/n this is ellie.” Tommy introduced y’all

-Her heart stopped when she saw you, she couldn’t help the blush that was forming.

-She couldn’t stop looking at you when you were talking about the shops and sights around Jackson

- It seemed like you were liked around town, you were friendly to everyone and everyone knew who you were

- She will never forget the thing you said to her when you guys were in front of her new home

-”Tommy told me a lot about you and i just want you to know, you're safe now.”

-She felt for the first time she could let go, relax for a minute

-You helped her move into the garage, trying to make her as comfortable as she could be

- She wrote about you a lot in her journal, writing poems and drawing pictures of you

-You guys hung out a lot with Jesse and Dina but she would much rather hang out with you alone

-You two had become really good friends by the time you guys were 16, i mean Ellie opened up to you more than she did anyone

-Opening up meaning talking about her interests and some of her favorite childhood memories

-She was honestly too scared to tell you about her immunity and even more scared to tell you about her past, afraid that she was gonna scare you away

-You introduced her to cat and you definitely regretted it because cat liked her

-When they started dating cat was definitely the third wheel because you and Ellie were so closer

-You held Ellies hand when she got her tattoo, she couldn’t hide the blush than but blamed it on the pain

-You guys shared the same love for music, you showed her most of the music she listened to

-You would sleep over at her place a lot

-You guys would watch movies, talk about space and dance horribly to old music

-Y’all could never get bored of each other

-When you spent the night at her place you would sleep in her bed with her but it was as friends, Ellie didn’t want you sleep on the floor and you didn’t want to force her out of her own bed

-Ellie would always get so embarrassed when you slept over, she would always go into a gay panic

-By the time y’all were 18, she was head over heels for you

-You two were still best friends but her feelings got in the way so she was distant

-It got to the point where she didn’t want to be with anyone else, it was either you or no one

-She didn’t really have time for relationships so she didn’t really mind it

-She would play guitar for you when you came over, even attempting to teach you

-Everything she owned was yours and everything you owned was hers

-”God damn it, where is my Walkman”

-”Oh, I took it. Mine broke.”

-Ellie bashed on everyone you liked, Little did she know you liked her

- You liked the boy who worked at the bar? She had something to say about him

-You found out she liked you when you two were dancing one night

-Your arms were wrapped around her neck and hers around your waist, it was like a scene from a movie

-You both felt the tension, it made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

-”I’m just a girl.... not a threat.”

-”Oh ellie... I think they should be terrified of you.”

-Next thing you know her lips were on yours

-The kiss felt like it went on forever until you pulled away, panting for air

-No words exchanged just a smirk and her pulling you out of the church

-She didn’t waste anytime, She’s been waiting for this moment

-Now that you guys were together, you guys were too powerful

-You guys spent a lot of time in her garage, i swear you basically lived there

-You guys could spend hours tangled up together or have heated make out sessions that lead to so much more

-Soft kisses and 80s movies

-endless sex i swear this woman is going to be the death of me

-I have said this before but this girl is always horny, i mean she still has raging hormones so she’s always on top of you

-She tries to highlight her tattoo when pleasuring you because she knows it drives you crazy

-She loves when you sit in her lap, it’s both cute and hella sexy to her

-Her kisses make you lightheaded, like you gotta sit down for a minute after she kisses you

-She finds your body fascinating, like it sounds cringey but she love everything about you body

-She likes to explore your body a lot, like what gets the best reaction out of you

-She’s kinda new to sex, she’s had a fling or two but nothing long term so now she really has to get this shit down

-She’s the top, i said what i said

-Joel has walked in on you two lots of times

-”Hey elli... OH FUCK. SORRY, I’m sorry.” He says while covering his eyes

-You both have to stop for a minute just to laugh your asses off

-Y’all were really loud too so like y’all got complaints a lot

-”Sorry, Y/n came over for a minute.” Ellie says busting through the door

-”Yeah i know, i heard y’all.” Joel joked

-She makes really bad cheesy pick up lines to you

-”You know I’m jealous of your heart, because it’s pumping in and out of you and I’m not.”

-”I’m literally gonna break up with you.’

-She never fails to make you laugh

-Her with her fucking puns mama, you can’t hide from her silly side

-Joel is a proud dad, he loves his lesbian daughter and her girlfriend

-Later on into the relationship ellie fully opens up to you

-You were tracing her tattoo one day, feeling the bumpiness of it

-”What happened?’

-She debated on telling you, Joel said not to tell anyone

-She gave in through, telling you about riley, her immunity, her and Joel's trip, even David

-She ended up crying, you’ve never seen her that broken down before

-You held her most the day, giving her all the kisses she needed

-When Joel died, you were basically always with her. Not wanting to leave her alone

-You were the one that found them. You shook ellie awake, Letting her sob into your shirt

-You brought her home, she could barely move. She was in so much shock and pain

-You cleaned her up and took days off of rounds just to lay in bed with her all day

-The nights were the worst

-She would wake up in tears, sweat drenched her body. She would bury her face into her chest, crying her eyes out

-”I saw him. All the blood..”

-”I know baby, it’s okay. I’m here.”

-you guys were still so in love with each other at 20, maybe even more if that was possible

-The trip to Seattle and trying to kill Abby really brought y’all even closer, seeing sides of each other you guys never had

-The fear and the defeat you both felt on that trip, it made ellie more in love with you that you stayed

-You two lived in a small farmhouse after the trip to Seattle, it was nice and quiet

-You lived like two cottagecore lesbians out in the middle of nowhere, it was a good change

-Ellie would love to paint you with flowers, she found that you and flowers together created a perfect masterpiece

-Ellie was kinda a city girl so you had to teach her a lot of stuff, you mostly read books about farms because you didn’t have a clue either

-You guys lived without pants, like no one was there to see y’all, no one to impress so like fuck it, who needs pants

-Ellie loved waking up to you in the kitchen, with messy hair and nothing but her t-shirt on.... Yes please

-To save water y’all would take baths together, it mostly always turned into bath sex

- Ellie was glued to your side, like wherever you went she was there with you

-She was very distracting, always kissing up your neck or moving your hips on hers

-I swear this woman was distracting without meaning to be

-When she was doing farm work and her tattoo would stand out, it made you want to jump on her every single time

-Sex with her back then was great but sex with her now was so much better

-She really matured a lot, she knew what she wanted and just how to do it

-Your pleasure came first to her, she loved the feeling of being able to pleasure you

-Don’t worry, you didn’t leave her out. You made sure she felt just as good as you

-She wasn’t shy so dirty talk was her thing

-”Just one more time baby, i wanna see you cum on my fingers one more time.” I’m so gross im sorry AHDS

-She would fuck you on literally everything in the house

-No one was near to hear y’all and y’all could do it anywhere and at anytime, it was fucking heaven for y’all

-Y’all were together a lot and although ellie loved it, she knew you liked your alone time

-She would go into her painting room and play guitar or draw, doing anything to keep her busy

- After a hour or two went by you would come in and sit on her lap, hinting that you were getting a bit lonely

-You were always there for her when she went through her attacks, telling her it was going to be okay and you were here with her

-”Y/N! I- I can’t.. can’t breath.”

-”Ellie baby, you're okay. just keep taking deep breaths for me, okay?”

-Seeing her like this broke your heart but you were nothing but patient with her, she was really thankful for that

-You never talked about joel or even riley, you knew those were sensitive topics so when she did talked about them you listened and allowed her to rant

-”You know, I think Riley would’ve really liked you.”

-”You think so?”

-”Yeah, she would’ve liked your weird taste in music.’

-Ellie dreamed about what it would've been like in a normal world

-She could see you two meeting at a movie theater, hitting it off and eventually getting married, Maybe adopting a kid or two

-She was so in love with you, no matter what you looked like or what your body type was. She loved you

!Credits to gif owner!

#the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us x reader #Ellie Williams #ellie williams x reader #tlou ellie

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sweetestrequiems · 4 years

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Out of a Book Headcanons

actually posting these today! i’m really happy with some of these, and feel free to add on to them once you start reading the fic.

. / -. / .--- / --- / -.-- (this is just gonna be a thing i do now and no one can stop me.) (there’s also images for every queen. or rather, who i’m basing appearances/voices off of.)

you may look under the picture for your headcanons (aka the cut!)

Tag List: @watercolored-lemonade

Catherine Parr (Maiya!Parr)

~She swears by coffee. It does not matter if it’s black coffee or flavored, she will drink it. ~When she’s writing for hours on end to not lose her train of thought, she puts on special blue-light filtering glasses to help reduce the strain on her eyes. ~In those moments, Cathy doesn’t really leave her room. If it’s the weekend, and Aragon is home, Aragon will bring her food inside of her room. ~She’s an insomniac, but she tries to sleep every night. If she’s unsuccessful in falling asleep, she’ll curl up in her bed with a book and have soft music on until she dozes off. ~Despite being praised for her writing, Parr doesn’t talk much about her awards. She finds humility to be a much better quality than bragging. ~Catalina is her closest friend. The two met during their university days as dorm mates, and hit it off from there. Despite the different majors, the two found common ground to bond over. ~They are literally inseparable. If Catalina goes out in public, Parr is always with her. ~On her first date with Anne, she barely talks. She’s in such awe that someone so beautiful actually asked her out on a date to begin with. (When they do start dating, Parr loves giving Anne a lot of hugs. She loves the fact her girlfriend enjoys said hugs too. She’s very soft with Anne.)

Catalina de Aragon: (Grace!Aragon)

~Parr’s best friend. Quite literally, the two are always together at some point in the day. ~A high school teacher! She teaches Spanish, and loves all of her kids. Except for when she doesn’t, which is the one day they go rowdy and drive her insane. ~If it weren't for her being home on the weekends, Parr would probably not eat because of her hyperfixation on writing. ~Want a killer paella recipe? Ask Aragon for it. She will give it to you. ~Aragon loves her job. She will always brag about her kids and she will praise them until the end of the time. ~She tends to come home late because of said kids, though. She tutors groups after school to help them and the woman comes home exhausted. ~Part of her will always wonder how Parr is not dead from drinking so much coffee.

Anna of Cleves (Nicole!Cleves)

~Parr’s publicist. She helps Parr coordinate and prepare for press interviews, helps her maintain her social media image, and loads of other things. ~Cleves and Parr met through Parr’s editor, and Cleves immediately loved the positive energy Parr gave off. ~The two originally started with a strictly professional relationship, but grew to be very fond of each other and became friends. This also ended with Cleves meeting Aragon. ~When Parr is about to go on a talk show or something, Cleves always has her back. If she's nervous, you bet the woman is grabbing a cup of coffee for Parr to drink. ~SHE IS THE HYPE WOMAN PARR NEEDS. She will get Parr all pumped up and excited for something. ~Especially when Parr is about to go on her first date with Anne. She sits Parr down in front of the mirror and showers her in encouragement. Cleves will not hesitate to literally shake the nerves out of her, either. ~Aside from being her publicist, Cleves is a food blogger. She’s a home cook, and loves sharing her ideas with other people.

Jane Seymour (Abby!Seymour)

~The very proud owner of the bakery right next door to the café Parr visits. In fact, she knows Parr because of Catalina. ~Jane and Catalina both met at a park. Catalina was having trouble walking because of her ankle and Jane offered to help her get to the nearest bench. The two sat down for a while and ended up talking, to discover she was owner of the bakery and Catalina LOVES her baking. ~Jane always has a special box for Catalina when she comes to pick up her order. That box is for Parr. Parr, however, does not know this until they meet. ~Catalina drags Parr out of the apartment for a walk and takes her to the bakery, and that’s how she meets Jane. Jane turns out to be very fond of Parr because her adopted daughter, Katherine, finds her to be a very positive influence. ~Parr will always show up once a week to the bakery to buy something. She does not care. She just wants sweets. ~When Parr came up to Jane asking for a special cookie cake for Anne, Jane was elated to be able to help. She even helped Parr give it to Anne. ~Parr was beyond grateful for Jane’s help. Jane also decided to teach Parr how to bake, just so she could surprise Anne whenever she wanted to.

Katherine Howard (Sam!Howard)

~When Kat first meets Parr after coming home for her winter break, she almost cries. She looks up to Parr and is super happy to have someone she considers a huge influence in her life before her. ~All of her books get signed by Parr. All of them. Even the Polaroid Kat takes of them both. Jane honestly loves seeing Kat happy, and this was beyond Kat’s dreams. ~She remembers hearing Parr coming in asking Jane for help with the cookie cake. Knowing she could offer some help, she’s the one who decorates it. She helps Jane around in the bakery when she’s home just because she loves her mom. ~Kat teaches Parr how to decorate cupcakes. She also gives Parr her red velvet recipe. ~When the café starts doing open mic nights, Kat is there to sing. And everyone is there to support her. EVERYONE. This includes Anne. ~Upon finding out Parr was dating Anne, Kat almost started crying. She also looks up to Anne, because Anne is super comfortable in her body and unapologetically herself. ~And Kat swears she died the day she met Anne because of Parr. It made her little heart happy. Anne ends up stealing Maggie’s camera and giving Kat a taste of her daily life. It can go without saying that Kat was super happy to have such amazing women as influences in her life.

Anne Boleyn (Millie!Boleyn)

~If the saying “looks can kill” were a human. Anne is the textbook definition of a femme fatale by looks. She’s a model, and the internet knows this. Look at her Instagram. She’s really fit. ~Secretly, though... she’s just a huge nerd. She loves curling up with a book on a rainy day, and she loves spending time alone. This time alone can go from books to cooking, or just sleeping. She actually doesn’t do too much on her free days. ~Her childhood best friend, Maggie, always visits. Maggie is also her photographer. Anne and Maggie always spend time together. ~She’s about as big of a fan of Parr’s books as Katherine Howard is. No questions asked. She will not hesitate to say Catherine Parr is her favorite author. ~The amount of brands that sponsor her is something she still struggles to grasp. Anne, although she likes the attention, has her days where she struggles to comprehend it. She’s eternally grateful for her blessings, but sometimes, she does ask herself if she deserves them. ~On her first date with Parr, she was super nervous. Before that, she had sat in her apartment with Maggie, trying to figure out what would be the right things to say. Hell, she was struggling with coming up with a look. The nerves and excitement got to her for a good while until Maggie managed to reel her back into reality. ~When her and Parr started dating, she was excited to get to know more of Parr’s personal life. This leads to her meeting Catalina, Anna, Kat, and Jane. The group of six women all get along, and they all go to open mic nights to support Kat. ~In private, Anne is very cuddly, and tends to cling on to Parr when they’re together. She loves showing affection. Anne is also not afraid to give her girlfriend all of the kisses in the world.

#Out of a Book

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nmbh1-moved · 5 years

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okay, so this is something i’ve been wanting to get into for a while. i’ve put a whole lotta thought into this so it’s gonna be long. be prepared.

in operation interviews, nigel left his friends to join the g : K N D. an expanded, higher-up division of the organization he was original apart of. not only did he leave his friends, the people who were literally the most important people in his life, but he left his family, his home, and his entire planet and was told he would NEVER be able to come back. at first he thought he could, but the second that it was mentioned he couldn’t he was just… dumbfounded. he would never WANT to leave them, but in these circumstances; just retrieving father’s pipe, finding out the splinter cell wasn’t real, being told he was the best operative on the planet, chad and infinity recently gone missing, finding out his DAD was numbuh 0, lizzie breaking up with him. so MUCH had happened him, and since we ALL know nigel is completely devoted to the K N D, well, ALMOST completely devoted, this was just something he WOULDN’T or well… COULDN’T say no to.

an opportunity to save kids around the whole galaxy— no. the whole UNIVERSE. nigel has even said before that saving kids is what he was put on this planet to do. —and obviously only being approximately three years away from teeangerdom he just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. he couldn’t just throw his childhood away on earth. he was destined for something much greater and here was the proof. he HAD to go. he had to make a difference. and the galactic kids next door KNEW that.

they’ve been monitoring nigel. for who knows HOW long. as long as season one, that’s for sure. i’m going to be talking about lizzie soon, she’s going to play a big part in this meta and nigel’s surveillance but i first want to get through a few others things.

the g : K N D knows a LOT about nigel. they’ve been watching him. literally his every move, as well as testing him. i can’t help but feel like they chose him from the beginning. after the incident with the DCFDTL he shows GREAT promise and determination. he was someone who just WOULDN’T give up. and let’s be real, when abby hacked into the computers to change his scores, you think SOMEONE would’ve noticed. perhaps the kids who GRADED it? someone would’ve spoke up and said “hey, that’s not right that kid never passed the final exam! he can’t be an operative!” except they DIDN’T. and honestly i think someone DID notice.

the g : K N D. —likely around this time was when they first took notice. they knew he did great in the CND, so they decided he’d be a good… specimen if you will. for, lack of a better term. either that or they just thought he might be a troublemaker. which, admittedly, he’s BOTH.

around this time gabe and infinity had already rooted their way deep into the organization, they made trusts, friends, and had already been examining other operatives to find a worthy candidate to be the earth representative for the g : K N D. —and THIS is where we get to lizzie.

i imagine lizzie would’ve been a bit NEWER. she was going to join the earth K N D to help gabe and infinity on their mission, but there was a sudden change in plans once nigel was noticed. they sent lizzie to keep an eye on him, since right now he was one of the only operatives that the g : K N D was interested in. the one other one being— you guessed it, chad motherfucking dickson, aka the legendary 274. the best there is. or… was.

the g : K N D pulled a LOT of strings. and i mean A LOT. especially once nigel was promoted to the leader of sector v. can we just take a moment to think about this? i mean. sector v is a TROUBLEMAKING sector half the time. SURE, they get work done, but recklessly. no matter HOW careful nigel tries to be, SOMETHING goes wrong half the time. YES, they do tend to pull through fine and be badass on some occasions, but they do have a good amount of FAILED missions. such as ALL the DCFDTL cake missions. and HOW do you think they keep ending up with those? the g : K N D. it’s likely some sort of test. though i’ve yet to figure out what for since they ALWAYS failed.

also, can i mention that 74.239 of all people, managed to get the cake no problem? the thing sector v has worked for YEARS to get and some nerdy kid just somehow manages to get it without a sweat? —i mean, the g : K N D is pretty damn powerful if you look at it in that perspective.

ALSO: chester’s happy helmet. the machine chester made for children to be trapped in a dream world of the controller’s design to keep them content and out of adult’s hair. and item confiscated by the K N D, but taken by the g : K N D to run tests on nigel and who knows how many other operatives. i know we only saw op WHITEHOUSE, but who KNOWS how many more times they’ve done something similar. and i bet in EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. nigel stays true to the K N D.

they’re conditioning him. putting messages into his subconscious through his dreams with the limited tech they have on earth. the K N D is the most important thing. never betray them, no matter how old you are. always stay true. it’s not like nigel didn’t already have that mindset, but they no doubt reinforced it.

now to nigel’s ties to people. he was never close to his parents, sure he loved them, his dad more than his mom but hey— he spends more time with him. though, them being adults it wasn’t hard to break ties there. the second he was away from them it wasn’t like he was THINKING about them. he’s always out of the house, on missions, in his treehouse, or just out playing. so that wasn’t a big concern and while he may miss them it didn’t impact him greatly.

the K N D. rachel did that for the g : K N D. while unknown if she was working for them or not, ( though it would make sense considering she’s out down as a FUGITIVE and not just some “danger” or scheduled for “planetary decom” i can only imagine that something’s up with her ) she DID put all those thoughts of the splinter cell into his head. she told him there was no one he could trust in the K N D, anyone could be in the splinter cell and they might even be trying to RECRUIT him. she broke his trust with literally everyone, and almost even his own team. we all know nigel has major paranoia so with that additional information he didn’t know WHO he could trust, and while he would always stay loyal to his organization, the K N D on EARTH is just harder for him to trust. even now.

then there’s LIZZIE. many have theorized that the treehouse was hacked by the g : K N D, and i’m also going with that. the breakup was staged. lizzie’s job was done and she had to break off the ties she made with nigel to prepare him for his future. therefore, she had to break up with him. which TORE NIGEL APART INSIDE. i can not tell you HOW MUCH that scene breaks me because EACH TIME i can just SEE how much pain nigel is experiencing. he’s the type to bottle his true emotions inside, and mask them with something else. he downgrades himself because he doesn’t feel as if him and his feelings are important. others are. he’s just there to help them. and he wasn’t able to help lizzie. he was hardly there for her and the words that she said hit DEEP. deep enough to make him CRY. he was desperate to get her back and you could hear it in his voice, and when she just kept moving he… he was just BROKEN inside. but he held his chin up, and decided he had to move on. and it was hard. very hard. he’s STILL not over it, but he sure as hell pretends to be. when his friends bring it up you can just hear the bitterness in his voice. he tries to hold in his feelings yet some leak out. his tie to her is broken and it’s just made him… depressed. less attached to earth. which is just what the g : K N D wanted.

and now his friends. there was NO WAY they could break those ties before he joined. he cried when he had to leave them, but they were confident he’d stay true to the K N D rather than his friends, which… they were right. he did. he left a small piece of himself behind with them, but in the end he LEFT. it hurt him. it hurt him A LOT. more than lizzie. more than ANYTHING that had ever hurt before but he knew he had to. and it really distanced him from a lot of people. he was in a weak mental state of bottling up emotions and not enough social connection. he was in a strange new world and he was the only person of his species. it was strange, new, and all of this on top of that just made it hard for him to function there.

now; he went on space missions, got close with his new sector though never got on a real level of friendship with them. at least, not yet. remember chester’s happy helmet? mental manipulation? nigel is functioning poorly due to everything he’s been through, and what’s the BEST way to distract him from it? the way that only cold, unfeeling, aliens who don’t have a full grasp on the human mind, emotions, body, or really anything about them because they’ve probably never interacted with them much before? Y E A H.

nigel, after all he’s gone through in the past and now in the present. while possible, it IS unlikely he’d WILLINGLY go through with the events that happened at the g : K N D trial. more and more as i analyze his character and get a deeper understanding of him i know this for sure. he’d NEVER harm his friends. the ties to his friends hadn’t been broken yet. yes, he’d be getting rid of an adult infested planet, which WOULD be a good thing in his eyes if his FRIENDS weren’t on it. especially with chad there yelling at him not to do it, i know he hesitated yet… i can’t believe it was FULLY his will to go through with it.

they’re not completely controlling his mind. only influencing it. pushing him towards the direction they want him to go in. using his dreams and now his everyday life through his glasses. it’s only RECENTLY that he’s begun actually making his OWN decisions in favor of the g : K N D over his friends.

now that his friends are fighting him, he’s confused. unsure on what to do. he’s doing a GOOD thing, as the g : K N D have influenced him to believe, so WHY are they upset? he feels betrayed and therefore now finds it fine to fight them. his ties were truly broken, but this time it wasn’t even the g : K N D. it was him.

he could’ve turned back anytime, he could’ve betrayed the g : K N D and joined his friends, said he was wrong the second they started going against the organization. but he DIDN’T. and that was HIS choice. not the g : K N D, even though the did play some part in it all and all it was nigel’s own stubbornness that caused it. he broke his own ties and the g : K N D has begun influencing him less and less because by now they’ve already conditioned him enough. they know he’s on their side.

nigel’s even said before in his guide to being a leader; “confidence is everything, if you’re unsure of something it looks like you don’t know what you’re doing. even if you’re wrong, you STICK with that decision. it’s better to be passionately wrong than admit it.”. so even if he WAS told he was wrong, it would take a BIT more to get him back on the good side.

i like to believe he can go back to the K N D and with his friends, but as long as he keeps that mindset and the g : K N D can keep influencing him… it’s pretty unlikely.

#long post //#cursing //#* GENERAL : 💥 → study ╱ classified files.

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stevedonnellyfaith-blog · 5 years

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A Visit to Pam (Post 97) 7-15-15

Natalie still gets the giggles whenever she thinks about the incident. Let me explain. Because I usually have to be out of the house so early in the morning for work, I am pretty meticulous about preparing my clothes for the next day before I jump into bed. Saturday night was no exception. We were staying overnight in a Maryland hotel and didn’t have to be at my in-law’s house until 10:30 Sunday morning to join the caravan to Mass, but I still had my two little piles of folded garments ready to go, when I received the auto-voice reveille from the Best Western BWI front desk.

That morning, for some reason, my socks were giving me trouble. After my workout, one of them seemed to be playing hide and seek with me, as I moved the second pile into position in the bathroom for my after shower adornment. After shuffling through my stack of garments for the third time, I finally retraced my steps back to my suitcase and found the sock about half way back up my back trail. Without further incident, I took my shower with my now recovered pair of socks at the ready atop my belt and shoes. Clothed but unshod, I woke Stephen and Natalie and began raking together our belongings into neat piles ready to be stuffed back into the appropriate piece of luggage for the haul to the checkout transaction. Worried about the schedule, I chivied my two roommates out the door, with orders to wait for me at breakfast while I began the full final cram of the pack up.

With everything in the bags, I went to recover the final essentials of my outfit in eager anticipation of my own turn in the buffet line. To me extreme aggravation, I discovered that now both my socks had left their perch on my shoe and belt pile and eloped to parts unknown. I checked under everything in the room and began to seriously consider unzipping one or two of the soft luggage pieces into which I had power stuffed everything from my rake up. I figured the dirty clothes bag was the more likely candidate and was busy size up the operation. Would some kind of head gear be advisable to protect me from the likely concussive force that would surely be unleashed like the boxing glove on a spring that knocks Wylie Coyote in the face at least once in each episode of The Roadrunner? Instead, choosing the cowards path, I just donned my shoes without socks. Not very stylish, but I supposed that I might pretend they were sandals for the two hours until Mass was completed and I was able to switch into shorts and a tee-shirt at Pam’s parents’ house for the drive back to Ohio,

About then Natalie and Stephen marched back into our room, saying that all the seating was full downstairs and that the line was too long anyway. Irritated by their lack of commitment to the concept of free breakfast, I prepared to invoke the ancient Donnelly tradition to rally my family back to the abandoned buffet. I implored both of them to perform an immediate about face. Then a non sequitur idea struck me full in the forehead.

I ordered Stephen to pull up one pant leg. I discovered that he was wearing a pair of socks that was suspiciously of the white variety. I had purposely packed him only black socks for the trip. The only pair of white socks available would have had to have come off my prepared pile. I had caught the felon with the goods on his person, quite literally.

Now came the difficulty of solving the equation that would result in my having a shovel-ready Styrofoam plate of eggs and sausage in front of me with the least possible expenditure of time and hassle. Rather than go through the trouble of swapping, I told Stephen to retrieve and surrender the pair of clean black socks I had packed for his use this Sunday morning. He procured and prepared to deliver the required merchandise, but then noticed that I was in the process of removing my shoes. In obvious consternation, he looked at my with an expression that was a Fro-Yo mix of confusion and offense. His very visage asked, “Why would anyone use someone else’s socks?”

As I stood idly contemplating a suitably painful end for the life of my oldest my son, I must have had a silly look on my face because Natalie erupted in a giggling fit that relieved the tension of the moment. For the rest of the day she breathlessly described the scene for each new audience while repeatedly interrupting herself with impromptu peals of laughter. Because she had no idea what led up to the great sock standoff, her story left everyone who heard it very confused as to what the little girl thought was so outrageously funny.

Other than the sock theft, we had a good visit. It was the first time that I have been back to Maryland since Pam’s funeral. Abby, Nick and Natalie made a short visit in June, but, for the most part, we have been very busy getting our life restarted here in Ohio. Work has mostly devoured my time since Stephen and I arrived. Nicholas and Abby have both been busy as well. Nicholas was working for some family friends that sell and distribute fireworks, kind of a dream job for him. Abby started a chemistry class with a full lab during the short summer session at a local community college within days of her arrival. She is also occupied with some office assignments at my sister-in-law’s dentistry practice. Summer vacation has been a Barbie-fest for Natalie as she has a willing best friend with similar interests living right across the street. Stephen and I also made our trip to Gettysburg last week. Summer is flying by.

So it took a while for me to meander back to Maryland where my marriage and family life began long ago under a bridge of swords and a shower of rice. My in-laws still live in the same house where I visited each weekend during my trips back from Rhode Island as Pam and I were completing our wedding preparations. The basement at 5110 Kramme Avenue in Baltimore became like an apartment to me over those several months. The Zauggs have made many improvements to the house in the quarter century since I was courting their daughter, but the basement is mostly used for storage now. They had a flood in their cellar several years ago and had to remove the carpeting. The odd mix of old and new in the basement mesmerized me for a good while on one of my forays downstairs to use the less popular of the two household bathrooms.

I stood there in the dark downstairs for several minutes while staring at the position on the back side of the staircase where a desk used to sit on which Pam and I used to assembly 1000 piece puzzles when we weren’t arguing about whether a cream or white color was more suitable for invitations. The desk wasn’t there anymore. I was disappointed. I wanted to the place as it was at the very second when Pam discovered the case with an engagement ring on the floor under the desk. Slyly I had asked her to pick up a non-existent puzzle piece that I didn’t really think I had dropped by her foot. She was delighted with the simple diamond and band and said yes to my proposal. I expected she would; Pam had dropped plenty of hints that our relationship had reached ring-time.

It was sad to be in the dark basement staring at the place where missing furniture had once sat. Things change and joy passes. After a while I ascended the stairs again having not found the wardrobe back into Narnia for which my subconscious had scanned my former living area. As I climbed I waved a silent goodbye to an old friend, the dated green couch that had accommodated me each weekend for those eight happy months an impossible tunnel ride back twenty-six years into the past.

That odd spiritually amputated feeling seems to be my lot in life, most of the time, since losing my bride to cancer two and a half years ago. Now back in Ohio, I drive around the streets of my childhood, adolescence and early adulthood with vague feelings of unrest, half recognizing houses to which I think I used to deliver newspapers on wintry mornings for customers long since moved. Mostly my memories are vague unscratchable itches. Houses have been painted, trees have grown, businesses have changed hands, buildings have been erected, and eighth grade classmates are receiving AARP cards in the mail. The venues of my youth no longer match the photographs that I find in the albums that my mother keeps in the sea chest coffee table in her living room.

I think that the scattered condition of my memories is a natural process which has been accentuated by the fact that our family has moved around way too much. The effect of all the moving coupled with Pam’s death is that the figurative pieces of my love for her has been scattered about the country with as if shot from a pneumatic stadium tee-shirt mortar. For instance, Nicholas and Abby drove miles out of the way to swing by our former house in Fort Wayne, Indiana on their way back across America. I would never have done that, as the closed front door would have been needlessly anguishing like a diabetic peering in to the window of an ice cream parlor or an old man returning to the scene of his engagement.

An admission: on my weekly drive to Mass I do travel mildly out of my way to pass by the house in which I resided from age five until my matriculation to USNA. There is always a part of me that wants to stop, knock on the door and ask to search the premises for the missing pieces of myself. I know that I wouldn’t find them no matter how long I looked. I also know that I would never knock on the door, because all I would find would be a house of other people’s stuff, while if I choose to just ride on by, my memory can remain vague but whole like a cheap snow globe of my childhood.

My life has become a little like one of the partially finished puzzles that Pam and I used to work assembling to pass our time while we waited to begin our life together in earnest. I think it is the same for everyone; some people may have done a better job of keeping track of their pieces, but by the time you reach fifty there will certainly be some permanently missing ones. Natalie’s puzzle was thoroughly scrambled at the age of seven and her pieces have been tossed about throughout the last three years. I expect that she will be eventually assemble a gloriously beautiful landscape as she progresses through adulthood towards the later period of her life when the pieces of her life begin to slide off the edge of the table for her again,

Certainly, we are not the only family that has suffered loss. As I drive my meandering path through the neighborhood where I grew up, I sometimes think about the other families that lived in this or that faculty house and when they departed for retirement or different schools over the nearly five decades of my father’s tenure at Western Reserve Academy. Two former faculty members died over Father’s Day weekend. Another faculty wife suffered a massive stroke in the last couple of weeks. She is unlikely to recover. I’m sure that many of the men and women with whom I grew up with also feel like their life’s pieces are begin removed and lost.

For me, my expectation is that I won’t be able to reassemble a complete and coherent life in this world. When I sat at the little desk with Pam, I was in the process of building my life. As I type from the guest room of my father’s house, I understand that time will slowly erode what I had thought I had put together so firmly. While I am no longer hope for wholeness on Earth, I do hold a guarantee that the pieces I am now missing will be restored in the many rooms of My Father’s house in the world to come. I’m not sure what that really means at this point. Will the little puzzle desk be present in the basement of my apartment in the new Jerusalem? I have no inkling, no expectation of knowing, and really I just trust in Jesus’ promise that I will be whole again. So I move forward to the best of my ability, assembling a new corner of the mosaic of my new life as the trailing edges of my old life seems to fall away into eternity.

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I am Yours (A Clexa AU FanFic)

Chapter Five: At Last

Their Friday night was fun or at least Anya and Lincoln thought so.

Lexa however is not her usual self. She wasn’t sober either drinking Gin and Tonic all night.

Lincoln had a great night. It’s been a long time since he had fun, he thought.

There are plenty of people, guys and girls alike who couldn’t help but eye fuck the three Woods.

Anya sure enjoyed the attention. Lincoln has hots for a gorgeous girl with long black hair that’s no other than Clarke’s BFF#2 Octavia Blake.

She’s at Spacewalker with her brother Bellamy Blake and their friends Monty and Jasper.

Raven and Clarke was invited of course but they’re having dinner with Abby and Marcus.

The boys are playing Beer Pong when Lincoln approached Octavia.

Linc: Hi! I’m Lincoln. (extending his hands to shake Octavia’s)

O: Hi! And I’m Octavia. (taking Lincoln’s hand to hers) So what brings you here?

Linc: Oh I just came home. I’m in the Marines. This hole is my fave around here.

O: You’re in the Marines? No wonder you needed a break. Here… (sliding a tequila shot in Lincoln’s direction) Cheers to life then!! (drinking her shot)

Linc: Cheers to life and love! (drinking his shot while winking and taking in Octavia’s beauty)

Octavia is smitten. So is Lincoln but not trusting the alcohol in their system they decided mutually to have small talks with a little flirting naturally.

Anya looks at her cousin flirting with a beautiful girl with a little grin on her face.

Lexa however looks at them with frustration written all over her face.

She got up suddenly pushing her empty glass away…

A: Where are you going Lexa?

L: Home. I’ve had enough. You coming or not?

A: I’ll stay a while with Lincoln. That okay?

L: Yeah, yeah. See you guys tomorrow then.

And with that she went out using the back door. Semet’s already waiting for her with the car.

Lexa didn’t enjoy much. She has every reason to enjoy but her one and only reason isn’t there with her.

When they arrived home, Lexa didn’t even bother to shower or change… She slumps on her bead, dead ass tired and frustrated. Before falling in Morphee’s arms she texted Clarke.

“Hi Clarke! I’m home already… I hope you had a fun night… How I wish it to be 7pm already just so I can see you once again. I think of you. Xoxo.”

Clarke and Raven had a night of remembrance, laughter and white wine. Abby and Marcus were proud of the girls.

They have accomplished so much, each living their passion. Mechanics for Raven and Arts for Clarke. Abby knows Jake would’ve been proud of their daughter.

Clarke’s having fun even though her thoughts drifts towards Lexa most of the time.

Thinking if the brunette’s being hit on or Lexa having hots for someone else. Thinking about it makes her stomach turn.

Raven knows and feels what her bestfriend is thinking. She’s feeling guilty by ruining her night.

But Clarke reassures her that it’s not her fault and on the contrary she’s happy to see her mom and Marcus.

Like as Clarke expected Abby and Marcus stayed for the night. As she prepares the guest room, her phone vibrated. It’s a text message from Lexa. Her face reddened while she reads it. She can’t stop smiling while she responded…

“Hey Lex. I had a fun night. Lots of laughter and remembering the good old days. I think my blood turned to white wine. Had lots of it. Hope you had a great time though. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I think of you too. Xoxo.”

It’s 10am when Lexa woke up. Anya and Lincoln are still fast asleep. She looked at her phone and she saw Clarke’s reply.

She smiled. She wanted to reply but thinking that maybe the blonde is still sleeping, she decided to text her a little later.

Maria, their chef is cooking breakfast when she went down. Filipino breakfast is the best. Longanissa, Garlic Fried Rice, Ripe Mangoes and Black Coffee. It surely cured her hangover.

As she was finishing, Anya came down…

A: Hey Dork… Sleep well?

L: Good morning to you too Nerd! Yeah a bit hangover but thanks to Maria, I’m A-ok!

A: Uhmmm… You were weird yesterday though. You seem off.

L: No I’m not!!! Why do you say that?

A: I know you Lexa. Is it Clarke??

L: (face blushing) Uhmmm yeah… I wanted to see her yesterday night but she had something going on. Family stuff.

A: (sympathetic face) You’ll see her tonight, Lex. Chill!! Anyways I think Lincoln scored a date with his brunette. Tonight. At Clarke’s opening. She’s her assistant and her bestfriend. You two have dates while I’m a loner. Wtf??

L: Oh?!! He’s fast. Maybe you’ll meet someone tonight… Who knows… So chill A. I’m gonna go to the flower shop. Tulips and roses? Too much?

A: No, of course not. It’ll be perfect Lex.

L: Thanks! Gotta go. See you later Nerd!

Clarke was busy all day. Making sure everything is in place. Octavia is a big help too.

There is a private space in the gallery for special featurings. She hang up her painting of Lexa with the perfect lightning and effects. It’s majestic.

She hopes deep down that she’ll love it.

By 4h30, the two best friends went home to change and get ready.

For tonight, Clarke is wearing a long navy blue sparkling dress showing just enough cleavage to make her feel beautiful. Light makeup but a luscious red matte lipstick. Her hair styled in light curls. She wore her favorite black open toes heel. She’s perfect.

Raven’s already at the gallery to help ushered guests and everything.

Not wanting to drive, Clarke ordered an Uber but before she can valid the transaction, her phone rings… It’s Lexa.

L: Clarke, It’s Lexa… uhmmm I’m wondering if maybe I can accompany you to the opening… It will be my pleasure.

C: Hey Lex… Are you sure? I’m on the point of ordering an Uber. I don’t want to disturb you or something…

L: You’re kidding right? I’m coming to collect you. Text me the address okay?

C: Thank you Lex. I just sent it… Did you received it?

L: Yup, all good. I’ll call when I arrive. See you.

C: See you…

Clarke is now super nervous. Lexa’s gonna pick her up. She’s the happiest and the luckiest woman on earth… Lexa Woods… One of the most powerful CEO in the world… Is coming to pick her up.

She arranged her hair and makeup to make sure she’s presentable or more. She wants Lexa and she’s determined to have her tonight.

Lexa’s a sight to behold. Black satin fitted Armani pantsuit with a white button up and a bow tie. A tailored Louis Vuitton heels, light makeup and perfectly coiffed hair.

When she finished, she called up Clarke to ask if she can go pick her up, the blonde accepted the offer.

Lexa’s over the moon… She then told Anya and Lincoln to go ahead and that she will be arriving soon.

Lexa told Semet to drive Anya and Lincoln so she can be alone with Clarke.

She then takes one of her most prized possession and newly acquired car out of the garage. A red Bugatti Chiron. One of the most expensive car in the world. Only the best for Clarke, Lexa thought.

She arrived at the address Clarke texted to her. She’s feeling extremely nervous as she approach the house. She realizes that Clarke is her weakness. She called Clarke to tell her that she’s here.

As Clarke opened the door, Lexa’s legs turned to jellos and her jaw dropped. There is a goddess in front of her and she’s feeling extremely lucky to be her “date” for tonight.

Clarke smirks at her knowing that she made an effect on Lexa. She is literally blushing and butterflies are all over her. Lexa completely forgot to give her the bouquet when Clarke asked her…

C: The bouquet’s gorgeous… Is it for me?

L: Oh right… Sorry I’m still picking my jaw off the floor. You’re gorgeous Clarke. I’m honored to be here.

C: Stop it Lex… I’m literally turning into a tomato right now. You sure know how to compliments women huh…

L: My compliments are only for you Clarke. (tending her the bouquet and taking her towards the car)

C: You’re drop dead gorgeous Lexa. You’re beautiful. (looking at Lexa with twinkling eyes) Thank you for coming and for the flowers.

Lexa opened Clarke’s door and she went to the driver’s seat ready to take them to Clarke’s gallery opening night.

When they arrived, the gallery is already packed with people. As they give the valet Lexa’s keys, people are turning their heads to see who just arrived. Lexa’s used to the attention but Clarke isn’t. Not yet.

As they entered the gallery, people are whispering and eyeing them with opened jaws. Octavia saw them and went up to the stage to announce them.

O: Ladies and Gentlemen… Please welcome Clarke Griffin, our gorgeous host and the owner of the Grounder’s Art Gallery and Lexa Woods, one of the 50 Most Powerful CEOs in this universe.

People are clapping intensely while looking clearly stunned.

Clarke and Lexa made their way to the stage. Clarke took the mic from Octavia and started her speech.

C: I want to thank each and everyone of you present tonight. This gallery is a childhood dream come true. Octavia my assistant and best friend… Thank you, without you this couldn’t even happen. You’re one of the best. Raven, my sister from another mother… Thank you for being there. For your support and love. My parents and Marcus… This is for you guys too and Dad, I hope you’re proud of me up there in heaven. To my family and friends, thank you for the continuous love and support. To all who supported me and who sponsored us, Thank you for being part of this dream. And lastly, I want to thank someone special who’s making me smile and blush and have butterflies this past week… You know who you are… (while looking at Lexa, blushing) Please enjoy the night everyone. Thank you…

After her speech, she took Lexa by the arm and guided her to the special room.

As they walk in… Lexa is teary eyed. She saw the most beautiful painting of herself looking right back at her.

She couldn’t even speak. She’s in awe not by her face but how she was painted. It’s surreal. It’s like in a dream.

She looked at Clarke squeezing her hands and then she pulled Clarke closer to her. Their faces are inches apart, forehead touching.

Lexa looks at Clarke’s luscious lips and she pulled her face closer so that she can take her lips into hers.

Clarke responded by tugging Lexa’s lower lip. They kissed slowly at first savoring each other but soon enough it became primal and hungry.

As they both broke away to let each other breath, Emerald Green meets Crystal Blue once again and without knowing it they both said the three words they wanted to hear… “I am Yours”.

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You think youre big, you aint big until you must have custom condoms. I get what youre saying, were gonna fool around and then I gotta GTFO. Sexy Ginger man with a good head on his shoulders and giant cock, somebody please snatch this man up quick haha or dont, and let him keep sharing that beautiful endowment with all the ladies.

Back to the hotel room, we barely make it to the bed and hes on me. Details from here are fuzzy, but he went down for ages and we fucked around in every position. Dont get it twisted; theres approximately 10 million condoms in my purse, but they wouldnt fit him. Remember, if youre hard to size on either end of the spectrum theres a UK company called TheyFit that you can enter your measurements into and theyll get you fitted with one of their 66 sizes.

We took a smoke break before trying www.abby winters yoga abby winters.com (linked site) again, and he tells me hes half Mexican. This perfect Ginger man is also a beaner. He was made just for me. While he was behind me licking and sucking my clit, shoving his tongue inside my pussy and my asshole, I hear the top of the lube bottle click. At some point I wore his Stetson when we come back inside, naked.

He positions himself at the backdoor and gently adds pressure until I whimper or tense up. Working together slowly, gently, following my vocal cues I take him to the base. Pushed to the hilt we pause. Its more than mildly uncomfortable, but if we take it slow itll feel great.

I can feel it cold and slippery, then hear him stroking it on himself. I swear to Kylie Minogue I cant make this stuff up. Im a little drunk- 3 drinks on a mostly empty stomach, Ill sit on your lap and call you Daddy if you want. He picks up the pace, we start talking dirty to each other. I have not been quiet at all during any of this, but now Im incapable of controlling the primal animal noises Im bleating into the bedding.

He was having some performance issues but was bound and determined to make sure I enjoyed our time as much as possible. I can feel him shaking a bit, hes going to cum soon. Its late, the booze and orgasms are sedating me.

Hes down close on me, wrapping his big hands around mine, entwining our fingers, crossing arms under my chin as he grinds into me. I tell him to withdraw slowly. I wake up hazily to roll over and his arms find their way around me again, hes a perfect big spoon. After several loud, amazing orgasms, he gets down close and pushes himself inside me all at once.

Rocking into me Im wrapped around him in my koala hug. Hes holding me and Im lost in it. I awake fully to him sliding down the bed, tossing my right leg over and burying his face in my morning pussy. Digging my fingers into his back and pulling his short hair, I dont want it to end. Im cold and reach for a sheet, he covers us immediately and Im back out like a light.

He slows down but hes plunging into me with the kind of force and quivering body that lets me know its now. Pushing my skirt up, pulling my panties to the side, he takes my box in his mouth and I hold on for dear life, staring up at the mirrored ceiling I get to watch myself almost cum in his mouth.

Morning sex was more passionate, and a bit briefer. Hes even kissing me with my dragon breath. We havent even hit the floor button yet. When we get to the ground floor we smoke together outside, recap our enjoyment with each other. My back hurts from how he so violently throws my legs back to eat my pussy while Im cumming, both my pussy and asshole are recovering from their respective stretching and beating, and Im walking on a broken toe.

We get dressed together, and he goes to walk me out but as soon as the elevator door closed he dropped to his knees. He tells me after two days with me, he wont be able to fuck for a week. God damn that was good. He reaches up, hits L, and continues his works. 10/10 would fuck any time. I am completely satisfied. This will happen one week from now, when he has free time again.

I scamper home to sit on frozen bags of peas, pound water, and cuddle all my pillows. tt/2i9A4Cy /u/DDfnord Link is directly to this story http://ift. This entry on my sex blog has hyperlinks, if youd like to see it in full I write on WordPress and the blog name is All The Dicks.

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