This fic is fem!John/fem!Dave. It is ADORABLE and also the teensiest bit HOT and also HILARIOUS and pretty much EVERYTHING YOU COULD ASK FOR IN MY OTP AND ALSO LESBIANS. The writing is hilarious, the characterization is top-notch, and it’s not very long (the only not great thing about it) so what are you waiting for?!?!? Go!!
“I don’t think I’m gonna make it up there,” she says, and yawns, covering her mouth with a tiny hand. You turn to look at her, and she’s smiling at you (normal) and her eyes are very blue and sort of make you feel like your insides are in the wrong places (normal) and her hair is a mess (also normal) and she’s in nothing but a soft blue Batman t-shirt.
When the hell did she take off her pants? You try to remember, and decide it happened sometime in-between National Treasure 2 and Wicker Man. She rests her head on your shoulder, nuzzling her face into your shirt.
So you’ve all seen a similar photo before but today marks three and a half years for us so you get it again. I still remember spending our first “monthiversary” together. It seems so recent and so long ago at the same time.