#yeah i'm gonna do this once i'm out of my tub
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Sheep and Wolf
Authors note: omgg, it's been almost an entire year since I've posted a Toji fic, but here he is!! Back in the flesh, he returneth! I hope you all enjoy it!! <33
Warnings: 18+ nsfw, smut, fluff, creampie, kissing, pet names, angst, Christopher Nolan, blood, guns, mentions of bandaging a wound, Toji being old
Toji, who calls you while you're at school, chuckling into the phone when you complain about your professors and the schoolwork you've got to finish by the end of the week.
"I'm still havin' you watch that Christopher Nolan film tonight," he teases, and you can hear his smirk on the end of the line.
"Noooo," you whine, "you're gonna torture me with your film bro shit on top of my homework?" You sigh, and you can hear him laugh, "doesn't mean the film is gonna be any better just because I'm being forced to watch it."
"Yeah, yeah, kid," tojis voice deepens some, and you find yourself smiling at the rasp of it, "now go learn something."
He can hear you giggle on the other end before the line clicks off, and he turns back to looking over folders for his next mission.
—
Toji, who rolls his eyes when you get amped up at night time. Too excited and too happy to fall asleep.
You're wiggling around under the covers until a firm hand grounds your thigh to the mattress.
"M'kay, I think that's enough." Toji warns gently, scrolling through his phone with his other hand. "It's bedtime."
Your idea of "bed time" lasts momentarily before you're shuffling yourself under the covers and wiggling about as you giggle.
You've come to learn that Toji is a very patient boyfriend, but his limits still exist in full, and they become very apparent when interfering with his usual bedtime schedule.
"Y/n," he puts his phone down to watch your hump of sheets and pillows stop at his voice, "what did i just say."
You sheepishly crawl back up to the top of the bed and go to sleep.
—
Toji, who comes back home, stumbling up the wooden stairs, scraped, torn, and bloodied.
The sound of stairs weaning under his unsteady steps pulls you from your sleep to find him slumped against the railing of the wall, pressing his hand to his side.
"Oh my god, toji!" You make your way to him, kneeling on the step above him to look him over. "What did you do, oh my god," You pull his arm over your shoulder to help him stand, and he hisses through his teeth.
"I didn't do shit, not my fault i didn't know the asshole had a fuckin' gun."
Once to the master bathroom, you sit him on the edge of the tub, peeling his shirt up to assess the bloody wound.
"Is it..?"
Toji shakes his head tiredly, waving you off to grab the rubbing alcohol from beside you.
"Nah, I fished the bullet out on the way here." He pulls the collar of his shirt into his mouth in preparation.
You scoot yourself back some to watch him pour the isopropyl over his bloody skin. This was his field anyways, you'd decided.
"Fuck!" Toji groans, throwing his head back.
Working quickly, you move back to help clean the wound with water from the tub before wrapping his stomach with guaze.
He passes out on the edge of the tub, and you stay with him until morning. It'd become a semi-regular routine in his area of work, though the first couple of times you'd been so terrified and he'd felt so bad that the next day after the event you'd have a newly wrapped present on the kitchen counter.
The presents now are that he even makes it back at all.
—
Toji, who fills you so well, you sob.
His cock stretches you open and runs along your gummy walls, thick and girth length sends a pulse of pleasure through your cunt.
"So fuckin' tight. Shit m'gettin' close." Toji groans, kissing up the side of your neck.
"Wanna have your baby," you sob, pulling at his thick raven hair.
Toji chuckles at that, pulling back some to gently cup your cheeks in his hands.
"No, y'dont." He kisses the soft of both cheeks and then your nose and then your lips. "Don't wanna be stuck with his old man forever, do you?"
You giggle through heavy tears, and he holds you tighter to him. A large hand strokes over your head as he pumps into you.
"You're doin' so good." He kisses you, pulling back to rest his forehead to your own, "you're such a good girl."
His thumb strokes your clit and the other presses your knee to the bed, holding you open.
"Sweet angel."
And when his heat fills you, you bite into his shoulder and cum. Gummy walls squeezing around his girth and pulling him in.
—
Toji, who lies with you on your balcony, whispering how much he loves you under the stars after a long week.
"No, that one is big dipper." You laugh, falling back to his chest.
"Sorry I'm not a fuckin' nerd and spend my free time drawin' magical pictures in the fuckin stars." Toji sighs.
"Hey!" You hit his chest, "they're not magical. They're literally right there." You look back up at the sky again.
"Mhm, sure."
The cool breeze of the night blankets the two of you from your shared apartment balcony. It sings and howls through the trees.
Toji's hoodie is soft and envelopes you in its warmth against him. The material thin enough for you to hear his heartbeat through his own shirt.
There's a gentle beat of silence where Toji strokes his knuckles over your cheek back and forth.
"Know I love you, right, kid?" He asks.
You nod against his chest, and you can feel him nod back.
"You're a good girl."
—
Toji, who's age, catches up to him in cruel and unkind ways.
It starts small, him squinting to read the menu print when the two of you go out. At first, you had teased him about it, and he had pushed you with a heavy eye roll.
Then it turned to squinting while watching TV and reading books and driving, so he got readers and contacts.
Sometimes, his age is ridden in late night returns to home. He hardly makes it up the stairs, and there's evidence of his hardship written into grooves in the railings and the light stripes of wood that've been bleached time and time again from his blood.
At others, it's in far more relaxed ways.
When his hair turns a salt and pepper mix that he's no longer able to trim away to ensure his youth. Rather, the white and greys start at the roots now, speckling throughout his thick raven tufts.
And sometimes, it's in the way he rolls the two of you over. Forcing you on top of him as he fills you to the brim. He holds you by the hips, helping to guide you along the length of him at your own pace.
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Toji, who calls you, choked up on the other line, and you know he won't be coming home.
"I want you to–"
"Toji, please tell me what's going on," you sob, the sound of rain and his shaky pants fill the line.
"Goddamnit, y/n! Listen to me!" He scolds you, and you hang on the tip of every word. Relishing in the realization that it might be the last time you speak to him. The last time he speaks to you. The last time he'd ever have to calm you down, get frustrated with you.
"Toji," you weep, sobbing into the sleeve of his hoodie.
"Honey, I need you to listen to me." He groans on the other end. "You remember the key to the safe?"
You nod, sniffling into your arm, stifling a wale.
"Y/n?"
"Yes!" You cry.
"Good girl, good."
And it almost feels as though he's there with you. Holding you to him and whispering sweet nothings into your hair as you cry in his arms.
Almost as if you'd wake up, and everything would go back to the way it was that morning.
"I want you to take everything and call Nanami." He waits a beat, "you hear me, sweetheart?"
"Yes, yes," you cry through a shaken nod, "I'll call Nanami. I promise."
"He'll help you." He hisses, "you're gonna be okay, baby." He tries to soothe you.
"When will I see you? Are you coming with me?" You ask pitifully. As though you don't know. As though he won't lie to protect you. As though asking the question might tear the fabric of your reality and pull you back to last night when he pulled you into his arms to sleep.
There's a soft moment before he stumbles over his words, "i– you don't need to worry about me, kid." He sighs.
He lets you cry for a moment, soothing you from his end.
"M'sorry I couldn't give you that kid you wanted or half the things you deserve. You're a good girl, far too good fr'me."
"Toji, please," you sob.
"Be good fr'me, okay?"
Your hand strokes over your cheek, mimicking his late touch.
"I will. I love you."
"I love you too, kid."
The line clicks.
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Her babysitter
"Thank you so much for letting her stay with you for a few days Pablo! Promise it won't be longer than a week sweetheart!" your mom said petting your head and you rolled your eyes feeling once again 'dumped' to the side because of some 'important business trip'.
"Yeah right!" you snarled walking away and Pablo looked after you with clenched jaw feeling guilty for noticing the way your perky butt bounces as you stomp away.
"No problem. I have a free week anyways!" Pablo said while escorting them out and walking back to the living room where you already grabbed a tub of ice cream and ate it with a spoon.
"I see you already found my secret tub of ice cream, huh preciosa? Do you mind sharing some with me??" Pablo said looking at you while you licked the spoon feeling his pants tighten. Damn it! He needed to get it out of his head at once but it was no use!
"Mhm.." you said moving towards him and dipping your spoon into the half melted vanilla ice cream before bringing it into his mouth. Pablo was took by surprise but took it nevertheless thinking about how good it tasted especially with a hint of 'you' in it.
"It's really delicious but you shouldn't eat too much and ruin the dinner" he said taking the spoon away with the tub and you rolled your eyes calling him annoying.
"Seriously!? Enough with the eye rolls! Good girls don't behave that way.." he whispered the last part into your ear you felt your skin fill with goosebumps in response. You might hate the fact that your parents constantly dump you places..but when it was at your handsome neighbors house, you don't exactly mind that much.
You always hated how he would act like you're a child just because you're 16 and he turned 19 recently! But now he was calling you a good girl..maybe things changed??
After dinner, you were sipping on some apple juice while he put the dishes in the washing machine. He was usually shirtless around the house and your eyes were enjoying the way his muscles would flex with every movement he made.
Then it came to mind..be his good girl and see the reaction?
"Thank you for the dinner Pablo.." you said shyly and he raised his head up and looked at you with a small smile plastered on his handsome face.
"Of course! Do you want to watch a movie before going to bed??" he asked and you jumped in excitement rushing to pick something while he chuckled walking after you.
"I want to watch this one! It's the newest horror movie that came out!!" you said but Pablo already saw the trailer and thought it was not a very good idea.
"This is not the time for that movie preciosa..maybe something less scary huh?" he said tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and although you blushed at his gesture, you were not gonna let him keep treating you like a child just because he was your babysitter now!
"Would you stop treating me like I'm fucking four! I want to watch this move and if you're too scared then I'll do it alone in my room!" you spat and Pablo's jaw was clenching. He imagined tossing you over his lap and spanking your little butt for those foul words leaving your sweet mouth but instead he just grabbed the remote and pressed play.
The movie was terrible..so much gore..jump scares..and overall terror. Pablo caught you jumping up a few times and he was smirking in amusement. You were too stubborn to accept it but deep down you knew now that Pablo was absolutely right.
"Alright, that's over..time for bed" he got up while you were still curled up in a blanket on the sofa too scared to move and go down the dark hallway leading to the guest room you started calling your own.
"Everything okay preciosa?" Pablo said waiting for you to admit that you were scared but that never came as you just got up and walked away bravely while he chuckled.
"Goodnight Pablo.." you whisper when he passed you to go to his own room which was across the hallway and he turned around smiling warmly.
"Goodnight preciosa" he said entering his room the same time as you. You laid in the cold dark room for an hour trying desperately to fall asleep but it wouldn't happen. You could hear every little creek and everything scared you making your brain hyper alert on every detail. You wondered if Pablo fell asleep already..?
Knock Knock
"Come in preciosa.." Pablo's groggy voice said and you quickly opened the door not wanting to be alone in that dark hallway for long.
"Um..I..can't sleep Pablo" you say shyly playing with the edge of the big t-shirt you used as your pajamas.
"And why is that huh?" he said with a proud smirk and you felt angry that he was teasing you now so your stubbornness took the best of you as you said that he was mean.
Then just as he was about to answer something fell outside from the strong wind and you screamed rushing to his bed and he collected your small body in his strong arms (gif).
"Shh..shh..it's alright" he said kissing your shoulder and you felt your whole body heating up. Were you really sitting on his lap with his arms around you and his lips left a kiss on your skin!?
"Please don't be mad at me..please don't be mad..but I'm scared from the movie..and I don't want to sleep alone!" you admitted everything not caring if he teases you or not but just wanting to say like this forever.
"Shh..I'm not mad preciosa..just..lay here with me?" he said gulping a little when our eyes met before quickly looking away. I saw him stare at my lips multiple times..but he wouldn't always restrain himself..why was he doing that??
"Um..thank you" you sniffled and he dried your tears but still keeping you on his lap and soon enough you were both kissing each other feverishly like your life depended on being close to each other like this.
"F..fuck! You taste better than I imagined!" Pablo groaned when you pulled away for air and he was holding your hair in the tight grip messing it up completely.
"Hmm..I'm hot Pablo..all over.." you whined blushing hard when you saw him smirk while shamelessly observing your body pulling on your t-shirt until it was on the floor and you were sitting there in your matching pink set.
"I can fix that preciosa..just relax" he said with a low voice before flipping you over and getting on top starting to suck marks all over your sensitive neck. Your mind was sent into oblivion...
He was kissing from my neck to my lips repeatedly while my eyes were closed and I focused on his heavy breathing remembering how many nights I wondered what he would sound like in these situations.
When he started to kiss lower, I became a little self conscious never have done this before so I placed my hand into his hair and called his name softly. He immediately stopped looking up with me with kind eyes.
"Um..nobody..ever touched me like that" you say and he smiled moving up and kissing your lips lovingly again.
"It's okay preciosa..we don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to okay? I can wait" he said and you blushed feeling nervous but also wanting desperately to have Pablo be the first one to make you feel good.
"Hey..look at me! I'm not mad at you okay..I'm very patient for something I really want..and if I was able to hear you moan my name at night whenever you would stay over for months, I can wait until you feel ready okay?" he said giggling a little while caressing my now completely red face. Did he really hear me moan his name!?
"Um..I'm..I'm ready..just..take it slow" you say and he smiled nodding his head and kissing your lips and then your nose.
"Don't be embarrassed with me preciosa..I think you're perfect" he said and you smiled finally moving your hands from your chest and he slowly took off your matching set kissing down your body.
"We won't go all the way tonight..we will prepare you for that slowly but I will make you feel good okay?" he said inches away from your swollen clit and you moaned nodding your head in agreement.
When his lips finally attached to your heated core, your head was thrown back and you started seeing stars on the celling of his bedroom. He was lapping at your core like a starved animal pinning your hips down whenever you would try to instinctively move away.
"Mm que deliciosa.." he groaned ending vibrations all over your body before continuing to suck intensively on your core and you arched your back feeling heat collect in the pit of your stomach.
"Uh..uh" you whined and he looked up at you to make sure you're okay before continuing to do his work diligently smirking when he felt your juices spilling out of your hole as he licked your clean.
"Good girl! Give it all to me baby.." he spoke and that was enough to send you over the edge as your thighs shook as your hand gripped his hair out of instinct.
"Awe look at you shaking preciosa..shh..shh..so sensitive and perfect" Pablo kissed your thighs moving up and laying beside you quickly pulling you on top of him for cuddles.
"If you want me to go?" you said after a few seconds unsure of what he was thinking. Meanwhile Pablo was in awe at how lucky he was that you were finally in his arms.
"You're not going anywhere!"Pablo said and you blushed nodding your head and nuzzling your nose into his neck.
The next morning, you woke up first smiling at how tightly Pablo was holding onto you while gently touching his sleeping face. After a few seconds, you placed a finger on his lips and he woke up playfully biting it making your squeal.
"Mm morning preciosa" he said tightening his grip even more while kissing your lips gently.
"You're squishing me Pablo!" you say and he giggles kissing all over your neck and face before letting you breathe.
"Good!" he said and you blushed leaning in to kiss his shortly again which he welcomed. Your moment was interrupted by his phone beeping with a message.
"It's your mom saying she will pick you up soon.." Pablo said answering shortly before putting it away and bringing all his attention back to you.
"And what if I don't want to go...?" you say touching his abs while he caressed your head kissing it gently.
"You first didn't want to stay, remember??" Pablo teased and you blushed hiding your face into his neck again while giggling.
"You're the best babysitter Pablo" you smirk looking up at him and he blushes a little shaking his head at your little comment.
"Eres mala..muy mala preciosa" he said hovering on top of you and kissing your lips passionately. You instinctively opened your legs for him which made him proudly smirk down at you.
"Although you're very hard to resist preciosa mia..we don't have the proper time right now" he said knowing that your mom will be here any minute now. You whined at those words touching his face and pulling him down for a kiss.
When you finally got up and your mom was at the door, Pablo politely greeted her and said goodbye to you. You were almost inside the car when you saw Pablo at the window looking at you longingly and you lied that you forgot something.
You ran inside all the way to the living room before jumping into Pablo's arms and kissing his lips lovingly. He chuckled holding you up with his hands resting on your butt and his lips devouring yours.
"What are you doing here preciosa?" he said
"I forgot something" you giggle kissing him again and he chuckled putting you down after a few more sweet kisses.
"Here you go..if your mom asks" he said giving you a water bottle which you took and blushed when he winked at you playfully.
"I'll see you soon!" you say very much excited for it.
"You will preciosa" Pablo said before you closed the door and left with your mom. You had your face glued to the phone screen texting with Pablo and already missing being surrounded by his strong arms.
After last night, you will never again be grumpy for being left by your parents..especially with your new babysitter ;))
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I Believe In You
Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader
Summary: A bet is made [3.0k]
Warnings: so many kisses I stopped counting, Joel talking about his past, parental death, slight angst (???) but lots of comfort (!!!), so many pet names, so much flirting, these two MAKE ME SICK
You thought getting back in the car would be awkward or silently suffocating you with tension. You thought he'd disappear when you finally found the strength to pull away from his stained lips or that he'd panic the way you had started to panic. He doesn't.
When you look at him, he just smiles and caresses your chin gently. You're both slow to disentangle from each other, but the night's humidity warrants it. Still, he doesn't move very far once his hands are to himself again. You feel better or, at least, less crazy. Joel is somehow really got at making your shitty moments feel less shitty. "Do you wanna go home, or can I take you for some ice cream?" He asks, his voice a little hoarse, and you smile. Your lipstick is stuck to his mouth, but he doesn't seem to mind. He seems proud of it. When you reach out to smooth some of it away, he lets you get most of it before he presses a kiss to the pad of your thumb. Smug, you think to yourself.
"I think ice cream sounds great." You say. He grabs the hand you used to wipe away the lipstick, interlocks your fingers, and escorts you to the passenger side to open the door for you. He doesn't let go until you're settled in the seat, and even then, he leans against the door, just looking at you. There's an adorably giddy twinkle in his eyes and a smear of lipstick on his chin. You have to kiss him one more time to fight the fuzzy feeling between your temples. You really meant for it to be quick so you could get ice cream, but he chases your lips and kisses you again.
"I like kissin' you," he hums against your lips, and you laugh.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, yeah. We should've done this sooner."
"You're a mess." You tease as you push him away. He stares at you fondly for another second or two before finally closing the door and jogging around to the other side to start the car. It takes a whole two red lights before he finally builds up the courage to rest a hand on your thigh, casually drumming the beat of an old country song into the fabric of your dress as he drives.
The Sonic he pulls into is pretty dead, with only the tired workers and high school students filling the space. The neon lights of the signs buzz and crackle outside your window as you half-lean across Joel to look at the menu, even though you already know what you want. You order a cookie dough blast, and he orders a mint chocolate chip shake, which you make a face at. He catches you and furrows his eyebrows at you as he fishes his wallet out of his pocket.
"What's that look for?" He asks, and you shake your head.
"You think you know someone."
"D'you have a problem with my order?"
"Mint chocolate chip ice cream is your go-to order? Seriously?" You ask, and he chuckles as he pays. You think about arguing with him about paying for you, but you can't imagine he'd take any money you offered, so you just go back to not not flirting with him.
"Is this gonna be a deal-breaker for ya?"
"It just might be." Your smile betrays your words, and his hand again finds a place on your leg. Now that the dam is broken, it seems like his favorite thing is to have you close enough to touch, and you're not gonna be one to get in the way of that. You talk until your ice cream rolls its way to the truck, and then you enjoy the cold treats quietly. That is until you catch sight of one of the stray, fat cats lingering in the parking lot. You gasp and get Joel's attention, but he tries to act as excited as you feel.
"I'm gonna go get one." You threaten, and Joel laughs.
"They'll scratch you."
"No, they won't. Cats love me," you point at a particular plump orange one. "I'd snag that one and take it home. Name it Tubs or somethin'."
"You'd be walkin' home with Tubs." He says, and you turn back to look at him, your jaw dropping slightly at him. He smirks at the reaction and takes a sip of his shake.
"What? You don't like cats?"
"'M allergic." He says, and you suck your teeth as you sink back into the seat.
"That sucks."
"Tell me bout it. Sarah used to leave milk out on the porch for the neighborhood cats to try and convince one of 'em to come live with us. Even told her second-grade teacher bout her little plan," he says. "Then, she had to tell 'em all bout how Daddy's allergy broke her heart."
"I think it's heartbreaking, and I'm an adult." You say, and he laughs, shaking his head at you. You trade stories back and forth between bites, and once your styrofoam cups are empty, you slide your uncomfortable heels off and stretch out across the bench seat. Joel doesn't hesitate to pull your legs across his lap and trace happy little circles into your calves as you talk.
It's always been easy to talk to Joel, but in the privacy of his truck, it feels like it's second nature. He's a good listener, nodding and asking questions along the way, and tells his own stories without hesitation. You could probably sit there for hours and listen to him talk, especially as the nights get darker and his accent gets a little thicker. But you think his laugh is what gets you the most. That big, hearty, throwing-your-head-back kinda laugh that makes your heart sing.
"I can't believe that!" He laughs, and you shake your head, smiling.
"What? That college is expensive, or that I ran a semi-successful tattoo business out of my apartment for a few months?" You ask, and he pinches your skin playfully, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of his hands on you.
"I know college is expensive, smartass. I just can't believe you did that."
"Better believe it, maverick. There are some really successful adults out there with my shitty tattoos on them."
"Were they really shitty, or are you tryna be modest again?" He asks, seeing right through you, and you squint at him. He copies the eagle-eyed stare, and you push at him a little, only a little annoyed at how good he is at reading you.
"I guess we'll never know," you shrug. "C'mon, your turn. What were you like in college?"
"I didn't go to college."
"Okay, what were you like during that time?"
"In high school, I was kinda pain in the ass. Showin' up late, not doin' my work, breakin' rules, makin' bad decisions."
"A bad boy. I bet the girls musta loved you."
"Somethin' like that." He laughs.
"What changed?" You ask, and he takes a deep breath. A crease forms between his eyebrows, and his jaw flexes as he thinks. The air in the truck seems to shift in seconds. You're about to take back the question and tell him he doesn't have to answer, or you can talk about something else, but he pushes forward.
"My dad died the first week of my senior year," he shakes his head, and you get a glimpse of the grieving seventeen-year-old who's probably always been just below the surface, but you couldn't see. He seems so small and so scared. Nothing like the man in front of you now. You put your hand over his without thinking. "It was a freak accident. Heart attack while he was workin'. There wasn't anythin' anyone could've done. My mom took over his contracting company and did her best but was strugglin' too. Tommy wasn't even a teenager yet, so I took over a lot of the day-to-day carin' for him, takin' him to school, gettin' groceries, homework, and all that. When I graduated, I took the company over from my mom and basically had to start over, and I've been doin' it ever since."
"I'm so sorry, Joel." The words feel like trying to put a bandaid on a bullet hole. You would think after so many centuries of people losing loved ones, we'd find something better to say to each other. Joel swallows thickly and shakes his head. He keeps his eyes glued to your hands and clears his throat of sudden emotion.
"'S alright. 'S been a few years." He mumbles, the fatherless seventeen-year-old vanishing and being replaced by the man who's been a father for longer than his dad was.
"Still doesn't make it easier."
"No, it doesn't," he says. "I did think about goin' to college. I thought that once Tommy got through and settled, maybe I could go. But he enlisted right outta high school, and we had Sarah, and it just wasn't in the cards for me."
"That's okay." You say, and he nods. You've never asked Ellie about her or Sarah's mother. The most you know is that she was a ward of the state before being adopted, and that's only because it's in her paperwork. It's not your place to ask about her, but now, you can't help the wonder brewing in the back of your mind. We had Sarah, he said. When did 'we' turn into 'I' and why?
"I don't regret it… havin' her so young. It was just hard. I was a kid, and she was so goddamn small and perfect, and I wasn't. Tommy was overseas. There'd be weeks where we didn't hear from him, and we were so fuckin' scared. Mom hasn't been all there since Dad died, and I can't even blame her," he says as his thumb taps against yours. "But I'd do it all over again if it meant I got to be that little girl's dad."
"You're a good dad," you say, and he scoffs.
"Doesn't feel like it most days." He says. You sit up and look him in the eyes so he knows how genuine you are.
"I'm serious, Joel. You're a good dad. Do you know how many parents don't even respond to my emails, let alone show up to discuss solutions with me? In my entire career, I haven't met a parent so involved and selfless. It's refreshing," you say. "And you're a good son. And a good brother. You should be really proud of yourself," he looks at you with heavy, emotional eyes and you double down. "I mean it."
He takes a second to process your words, seemingly turning them over like rocks in his mind. When was the last time someone granted him the kindness of knowing how wanted he is? How important he is? How necessary he is? It might not be your responsibility, but you think it'd be okay if you took on a little bit of that mission. If only to get him to talk better of himself.
"Thank you," he says, devastating tears welling in his eyes. "I mean it." You nod, and he squeezes your hand tightly like he's looking for grounding. You kiss his cheek, jaw, nose, everything to calm him down, and he kisses you in return.
This kiss is different than the first one. Where that one was fire and impatience, this one is soft and slow, like you have all the time in the world. Your hand lands on his chest, and your fingers finally get to memorize the chain that's been taunting you all night. Kissing him— feeling the scratch of his beard, the heaviness of his hands, the almost hungry press of his lips— is addicting. He tastes like the mint chocolate chip shake you teased him for and your lipstick. Surprisingly, he's the one to break the kiss this time but tucks you under his arm before you can miss him too much.
You cuddle into him and grab his hand to play with his fingers and count the freckles, scars, and marks on the bumps and valleys on his knuckles. You go back to a comfortable silence. He kisses your temple, jaw, and shoulder every few minutes like he forgets what your skin tastes like and desperately needs another hit. Whatever might be left in your cups has long since melted, and the cats have moved from one end of the parking lot to the other. You don't want the night to end. You don't want the morning light to reveal all your obligations and rules again. You want to sit in this deserted Sonic and talk about nothing with him.
"So, if college wasn't in the cards for you, what is? What's the next thing?" You finally ask after letting the question simmer in your head for a while.
"Besides gettin' my kids through school?" He asks against your temple, and you laugh.
"Yeah. In a perfect world where you could do anything you wanted, what's the first thing you'd want to do? Not what you think you should or have to do. What do you want to do? Professionally or just in life." You poke his forearm to drive your point home. You thought it would take him a minute to think about his options, but he's quick with the answer.
"I'd want to expand my dad's business. Maybe open up another department of homemade tables and nice chairs and stuff like that. Make it really worth somethin'." He says dreamily, and you smile.
"Sounds nice," you say, and he hums. "What's stopping you?"
"Money. We have enough to do day-to-day operations and make a profit, but we don't have enough to take big leaps like the one I'm thinkin'."
"So, apply for money." You say, and he scoffs.
"Right. Easy."
"I'm serious. There's gotta be loans or grants out there for small business owners. Especially ones that are as dedicated as you."
"I don't know. Aren't those things kinda based on luck?" He asks.
"And you don't think the Millers are due some luck?" You counter, and he sighs. "You can admit I'm right sometimes. It's okay."
"Alright, simmer down there, sweetheart. I didn't say all that," he says. "Your turn. Perfect world, what's the first thing you'd want to do?"
"Get my work in a gallery and get people with way more money than me to buy my art so I can keep making more. In an absolutely perfect world, I'd be able to make things people really connect with and care about." You answer equally as fast as he did.
"What's stoppin' you?" He asks.
"Nobody's taking my work. They keep saying they want something with more emotion or more of a story, and I just don't have time to make art like that right now. I know I could. It'd just be a lot."
"What are you makin' now?"
"Shitty commissions that I don't really care about. They're just something to pay bills. Or if it's not shitty commissions, it's just shitty art."
"Wow," he scoffs, and you turn to look at him, his eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you this mean to your students? 'Cause if you are, I think I've gotta report you to someone." He says, and you slap his arm.
"No, c'mon. It's just, I don't know! It's different!"
"You just don't think you deserve the same grace you give them 'cause you think you have to have everythin' figured out."
"Damn, Miller!" You exclaim at his effortless analysis. If it wasn't so spot-on and unexpected, you might be embarrassed. He bows his head a little and smirks.
"You can say I'm right sometimes. It's okay." He echoes, and you roll your eyes. You adopt a deep voice and mimic him, making him laugh and swear that he "doesn't sound like that." He gets pensive again like he did when he started talking about his dad, and you sit up, waiting for whatever he might throw your way. "I have an idea," he says, and you smile. "How bout we make a deal? I'll apply for whatever fundin' is available, and you make those pieces and submit them to galleries, and we'll see who gets what. Either way, we both do somethin' that pushes us further."
"What? Like a bet?"
"If that helps you get motivated, sure." He says, and you hum.
"What do I get if I win?" You ask.
"Something to lord over me forever?"
"Oh, I'm sure I'll find plenty of those."
"Alright, if you win, I'll... do whatever classroom renovations you need or want for free for a whole school year." He says. You'd be lying if you said the idea wasn't a good one. You'd get to upgrade your classroom and stop things from falling apart while getting to watch Joel work. And it's free? It's too good of an opportunity to pass up.
"Alright, and what do you get if you win?" You ask even though you have an idea of what he's going to say.
"I want to take you out on a date. A real date. Not one these… what'd you call 'em?"
"Not dates?"
"Yeah," he says. "If I win, you have to let me take you on a real nice date. We'll get all dressed up, and I'll take you somewhere much fancier than fuckin' Sonic. I'd even make sure Ellie has no idea it's happenin' if it'll make you feel better." It sounds like a dream. You'd be stupid to say no.
"I think I can manage that." You agree, and he raises his eyebrows at you.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," you offer him your hand. "You've got yourself a bet, Miller. I hope you like climbing on tables."
"Gettin' cocky already?" He asks, squeezing your hand, and you shrug. "Alright, princess, it's on."
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Hellooo how are you this fine evening..
I wanted the ask if you could make one for jj where he does something that upsets the reader and she’s crying and sad and jj gets the silent treatment the whole week but he starts to cry hard and beg for her to talk to him and reader can’t help but comfort and hug him and give him all the love that she has and jj is all pouty and sad in the end
It’s fine if not <3 :)
didn't mean to ~ jj maybank x reader
pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Fem!Reader
warnings: language, angst, arguing, silent treatment.
notes: thxs for the request! Sorry I haven't posted in forever guys, im doing final exams at school rn and stuff. Also, sorry this is so short. But anyway, I loved this concept and also hated the way they solved JJ and Kie's fight in Season 4 so I tried to recreate it here with a better ending. Sorry, this took so long lol, much love!
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"I mean, it would all blow up anyway. You know? Like... Look at you. You got your new threads on!" JJ exclaimed. "Look at me. What do I got? This? This piece of shit?" He threw something out of frustration, panting. You looked back at his run-down house, the eviction notice nailed to the front door with bright yellow police tape crossing over it.
"Getting kicked out of this place in three weeks anyway. shit, I don't even got parents right now. Why would you care? Why would you care? I'm just some loser that..."
"JJ..."
"You don't care. No, you don't!"
"I do care!" you shouted, getting frustrated with his attitude.
"No, you got parents that live in Figure Eight, you know?"
"That's not my fault."
"That's your future." he countered walking towards the water, hand running through his hair in frustration.
"Look, if you need us, we're gonna help you. I'm... I'll help."
"No- It's that right there! Okay? Like... It's so easy for you to say that." he whirled around to face you, yelling, "You know why? Because you're a Kook. You're a Kook, Y/n!"
"Yeah... I'm a Kook. I was such a Kook when I was living in a cave with you for a month! Soaking in the Kook life!"
"That's not what I'm talking about. GOD!" he exclaimed, reaching for his bike, he swung his leg over the seat.
"Jayj, don't leave." you pleaded, the engine of his bike revved and he started to drive away,
"JJ, WHAT THE HELL?" You screamed after him, tears rolling down your face, "MAYBANK!"
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You were pissed the fuck off.
The first day after your fight you hadn't seen JJ, you cried for a couple hours, indulging in your favorite ice cream watching a sad rom-com, really getting in your feels.
Kie texted you to ask you what was up, the pogues had gone fishing that day but you never showed, to angry and sad to show your face to the world.
'Ask the blond kid,' was all you responded. you watched as her three typing bubbles flashed beneath your text.
'shit head's not here either,' she responded. 'wtf is going on,'
'fight. he called me a kook.'
'oh shit,' was all she said.
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A few days later you walked around the chateau and dug through John B's fridge, you were fully aware of JJ's presence on the couch but still continued to ignore him. It was closing in on a week since you had last uttered a word to him.
Grabbing a chilled beer you walked past JJ and to the front door.
"Y/n," he said, voice cracking.
It wasn't the first time JJ had tried to talk to you this week and once again you ignored him. You slipped your shoes on and walked out onto the porch, slamming the door behind you. You flinched at how harsh it was but brushed the feeling away as you took a sip of your drink.
You sat at the edge of JJ's hot tub, the disco lights twinkled in the water, and the beer started to make you feel nauseous. You set it down and let out a shaky breath, blinking away tears that made the colorful lights spur in all different directions.
'Oh stop it Y/n' you told yourself, you would not cry anymore over this boy, if he didn't want to date a 'kook' that was his problem.
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A long time must have passed, you had slid down fully into the hot tub finishing off your drink and basking in your own thoughts. The sun had set and the tides changed across the water.
"Go!" You heard someone on the deck grunt, you looked up to see John B pushing JJ out the door towards you locking him outside. JJ made his way down the stairs awkwardly and stood at the edge of the hot tub across from you, not getting in like he was looking for your permission.
"What do you want Maybank?" you asked quietly.
"I-uh," he sniffled and you focused closer in the dim light to see tears streaming down his face. "I made you a bracelet,"
He mumbled in the softest voice that made your heart clench and reached out to hand it to you. You looked at it closely, intricate little hearts knotted into the design, made with your favorite colors. And of course, the sea blue strings that you had told him reminded you of his eyes countless times. You didn't know what to say. Until you heard the soft sobbing coming from his lips, he thought you didn't like it.
"No, JJ..." you cooed, wrapping the bracelet around your wrist and tieing it in a crisp knot. You slid yourself through the water and stood in front of him taking in his state. He looked at you with pleading eyes and you wrapped your arms around him. He collapsed into you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. You felt butterflies in your stomach at his touch and lifted a hand to stroke his hair. God you loved this boy so much.
"I-i'm sorry," he cried, "I called you a kook, I'm such a dick, It's all my fault..."
"No, Jayj-" you whispered.
"Yes,"
"No, I am in the wrong too, shouldn't have ignored you like that," you whispered.
"But I called you a kook," he said again.
"And then I was acting like one, it was wrong,"
You stood there in silence hugging each other, you you feel his breathing slow and he recovered to look up at you.
"Please forgive me," he said.
"Always, as long as you forgive me," he nodded frantically at you causing you to giggle.
"Thank god that's over," you heard Pope say in the distance.
"Yeah, pass me one of those?" Kie said, taking a beer out of the cooler, the rest of the pogues walking toward the hot tub.
You all settle down in the warm water, JJ snuggling into your side, looking at your bracelet sweetly for the rest of the night. You kissed the top of his head, knowing what ever happed in the future you could always get through it with him.
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Bubbles.
Hobie Brown X Fem! Reader (smut)
A/N: Hey, guys! This is like a super duper short drabble, but I had the idea on a whim and wanted to get it out there. I'm not too familiar with Hobie's character, but I hope this did him some justice.
Wordcount: 541
Tags: smut, established relationship, quickies, thigh riding, bathtub sex, sex in water
“Hobie, you’re gonna have to let me out. I have to get ready for work,” she sighed, leaning back into his chest. Dipping her hand into the water, she gently splashed around in the bath water, playing around in the bubbles. “I can’t be late again.”
“Late? Yeah, well, I don’t believe in time.” He leaned over (Y/N)’s shoulder, resting his head in the crook of her neck. “You decide if you’re on time or not, yeah?”
“If I wanna be able to keep paying my rent, I’m gonna have to decide to be on time.”
Hobie wrapped his arms around her and flipped her around in the tub. He placed her on his lap, directly facing him.
“C’mon, love. Ten more minutes?” His hands slid down her body, landing on her hips. He dug his thumbs into the soft flesh, gripping onto it tightly.
“Oh, you’re gonna get me in trouble–” her breath hitched when she felt her weight being shifted by Hobie. He sat her on his thigh, one of her legs on each side.
“Terribly sorry, baby. Can I make it up to you?” he asked, smirk gracing his face while he jerked his leg up, rubbing directly against (Y/N)’s clit. “Hm?”
“Y-yeah, uhm, you can,” she mumbled.
“How so? Gotta be specific.” Flexing his leg underneath her heat, the muscle hardened for her to grind against.
In lieu of an answer, she threw her arms over his neck, holding on to keep herself steady as she bounced and rutted on his leg. (Y/N) nuzzled her face on his shoulder, biting back her moans.
“Right, just like that. Ah,” he stroked her hair while he buried her face deeper into his neck. He could feel her face warm up. “Let me hear you, don’ hide your lil’ noises now.”
“Gonna be late, gotta hurry,” she whined, slowing her pace down, legs already exhausted.
He hummed when her movements slowed. “No, no, keep goin’.” Hobie grabbed her hips and continued for her, rolling her lower body onto his thigh. “I know y’gettin’ close, gonna help you get there, lovely.”
She huffed, chest heaving, as her clit made rougher, faster contact with Hobie’s leg under his guidance. His pace was swifter than the one she had set for herself; she was unprepared. A string of curses fell from her mouth. “Oh, Christ, ‘s too fast, can’t take it ‘nymore.”
“Ah, you enjoin’ y’self, aren’t you?”
“So good, but I can’t—” Her eyes cemented shut, face twisting into a messy, pleasured look. After a few more passes over her swollen clit, the warmth in her stomach flared up, sending a buzz to her cunt. “F–fuck…”
Her arms gave out, going slack and sliding to his sides. She let her head hit his chest for a second while her breathing steadied.
“Lovin’ the closeness, babe, but you have work to go to, don’t you? Don’t let me hold you up,” he teased, rubbing the small of her back.
“Yeah,” she sighed, peeling herself off of his body slowly. She turned her head and tried to shimmy off of his lap before she felt his hand grab under her chin.
“Hey.”
“Hm?”
“Be back soon, yeah? Wanna do you proper once y’get back.”
#barleyxnighteye#smutfic#fanfiction#smut#fanfic#across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse#hobie x reader#hobie smut#hobie spiderverse#atsv hobie#spiderpunk#hobie brown
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If you’re still doing requests can I get some Simon/Spook fluff? Like sitting on the tub together him just there with knees bent, her between them laid back against him, maybe dozing, and his personal thoughts about it (it being the entire relationship/feelings) I’d LOVE if it was post Everything You Touch (like if she survives and is healed) and his thoughts on that situation. But doesn’t have to be canon to the actual fic as I’m sure you don’t want spoil it. Listen I’d write this FOR you, but I don’t have the courage to ask you for permission to.
okay so, apologies this took awhile to get out. you sent in this request as i writing a very similar scene for the actual story and i was like welp al;sdkjf but now that i'm extremely sick i got the time to sit down and write :3 so in this non-canon little drabble, spook was never seriously injured and is in a bit better head space than canon story just because i wanted to try and keep this as soft and fluffy as possible for you <3 also because y'all deserve some fluff after all the hurt. (also i am like SICK sick and i did my best to edit but apologies if this is a jumbled mess)
wc: 1k
Warm water enveloped his body as best as it could in the small tub Simon found himself shoved into. Legs bent and knees several inches above water, he was honestly a bit cold, especially with the icy surface of the tile against his back. But he would face the freezing cold and more if it meant he got to hold you like that forever. With you nestled between his legs, your back pressed right up against his chest as you leaned your weight into him, trusting him enough to not let you slide down into the water. Not that you really had much room to do so, anyway, with how you had to keep your own legs bent to accommodate all the room he took up.
How long had it been since he was last able to hold you like that? A time that wasn’t in some taunting dream that haunted him over the countless sleepless nights he had suffered over the last month? When was the last time he could let his fingertips wander over your body, feeling the goosebumps as they stood up along your skin in his wake? He had spent so much time trying to remember the sound your heart made when it thudded in your chest that he almost didn’t think about how he might not ever get to hear it again.
Simon leaned forward some, arms wrapping around your center as he pulled you closer to him. It was like he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were nestled in the strict confines of his ribcage, and even then he wasn’t too sure. Melting into him, your hands reached up to rest on his arms, almost as if giving him permission to devour you. But he would never do such a thing, and instead, he pressed his lips gently against the back of your head before allowing himself to settle down once more.
“You’re so comfy,” you spoke up, quiet voice echoing off of the smooth bathroom walls.
“Not gonna fall asleep on me are ya, sweetheart?” he teased softly.
“I might.”
And that would be fine, he thought. He hadn’t been blind to the difficulties you had sleeping those nights. You were lucky if you were able to fall asleep before two in the morning, and even luckier if you didn’t wake up a few hours later in a cold sweat. Sometimes he was afraid to touch you in those moments, fearing he’d wake you; break you. But then? With the water washing away the stench and the filth of everything the two of you had endured, it was like being reborn. There was something to be said about being made anew while holding you in his arms. Maybe in time he’d find the words.
“Sure you don’t want to wash up first?” he prompted, though he didn’t dare move an inch.
“Yeah,” you said softly, eyes long since closed.
“The water’ll get cold.”
“You’ll keep me warm.”
He would. He’d set himself on fire if it kept your fingers from going stiff. And though flames were nice, nothing was quite as warm as flesh blood, and he’d pour every drop out of himself if you asked him to. How maddening it was, knowing he’d destroy himself for you.
Simon continued to hold you as he listened to your breaths slow and body go limp. If you weren���t already asleep, you were damn close to it. It was as his skin started to prune that he realized he wanted to grow old with you; if a man like him would ever have the opportunity to, anyway. There was something that was healing about your presence, something he couldn’t place for the longest time. Eventually he realized it was purpose.
You gave him a purpose that wasn’t bloody. One that didn’t involve guns or knives and skinning humans as if they were livestock. All you required of him was the softest touch he could muster, and the press of his lips against your skin. You were the first thing in his life that didn’t demand his violence, and yet also the first thing he’d glady turn into a monster for if it meant keeping you safe.
Suddenly, your body jerked, and the bathwater splashed around with your movement. His arms tightened around you as you let out a sharp sigh before quickly relaxing again.
“I fell,” you said simply.
“Fell?” he repeated.
“Yeah, like… you know when you’re falling asleep, and it feels like you’re falling through the bed?” you asked, to which he hummed in response. “I fell.”
“Good thing I was here to catch you.”
He could feel you roll your eyes in response to him, but even if he couldn’t see your face he knew you smiled. Before you could say anything snarky in response, he leaned down and kissed your shoulder.
“C’mon,” he urged, “starting to prune.”
Before you knew it, he had dried you off and gotten you dressed in the most comfortable pajamas he could find before wrapping you in as many blankets as your body could handle. It didn’t take you long to fall back asleep, face relaxed as your shoulders moved with your soft breathing.
He couldn’t help but stand at the foot of the bed and watch you for a moment. His eyes traced the features of your face, how your eyelids intermittently fluttered, how your lips slightly parted. You were all his. His to cherish, love, protect. Every time he looked at you there was this feeling that blossomed in his stomach, a question that bubbled in the back of his throat, something that he wasn’t sure he should entertain quite yet.
For the time being, he settled for sliding into bed next to you. His warmth enveloped you better than any blanket could, and the security of his body was more comforting than anything else you could ever imagine. As the two of you laid there, minds slowly beginning to wander into a fuzzy world, Simon promised himself he wasn’t ever going to let go of you again.
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WASH YOUR WORRIES AWAY
pairing: opla!buggy the clown x reader
word count: 2.8k
warnings: 18+, cursing, oral (male receiving), p in v, honestly this one is pretty tame but it's cute <3
a/n: hi hi hi! im back with my bullshit! no but this one is really fucking sweet (maybe a tad cheesy at the end). i had the idea for a while so i was really happy to see that he people of tumblr voted for this choice on the poll.
i started this being super naughty with sanji and zoro and now look at me being a doll with buggy and mihawk (which is strange cause they can easily be the kinkiest mfs).
so i think im gonna write another oneshot for buggy in the near future. maybe one for nami and then i'm gonna go back and write the third part for the sanji x reader x zoro. that's gonna be real fucking interesting. it'll be my first time writing a threesome so wish me luck!
thank you guys for reading and putting up with my wild imagination!!
(as always my psa that this is solely based on the live action)
Buggy the Clown stomps into the Jolly Roger angrily. His crew is nowhere to be found on the empty deck. He expected them to be awake, running around, making plans to get their Captain back. Instead, they are snoozing in the rooms of his ship, shielding themselves from the cold ocean breeze.
Buggy mutters insults towards his freaks under his breath. The lot of them should freeze for all he cares. The fishmen kidnapped him, and all they're doing is getting their fucking beauty sleep. He's starting to believe he wasn't missed.
He beelines to the Captain's quarters, where he finds a pretty sight welcoming him. You're on his side of the bed, peacefully asleep. Buggy intentionally slams the door behind him, rudely waking you up from your slumber.
You jump at the bang and sit up, looking alarmed at the intrusion. "Buggy!" You gasp, relieved to see him, "You're back!"
You and the freaks have been working nonstop on keeping the ship afloat and searching for its Captain. You've barely rested in weeks, tracking down Arlong and his crew.
Today, you finally found the location of Arlong Park and set sail. You stopped an island away to let the freaks rest before marching into battle. They will need it to beat the fishmen or at least make enough damage to get Buggy out.
"No thanks to you and my useless crew," Buggy bites, throwing his coat to the side dramatically. At least his theatrics were not hurt while he was away.
You stand from the bed and approach him softly. He's like a wounded animal that might bolt at any second.
"That's not fair. You know we were on our way," you softly say, feeling bad about his harsh tone. Buggy loves to tease you and push your buttons, but it's not often he's genuinely angry at you.
"Taking your sweet ass time, it seems," he cries out, gesturing at the door as if referring to his sleeping crew.
You let it go and decide not to continue arguing. He's physically and emotionally wounded. Not to mention his ego. You stand centimeters away and grab his gloved hand, "Let me make it up to you, Bugs."
Being this close, you can assess his appearance closely. His makeup is smeared more than usual; it's faded on some parts as his blue stubble breaks through the white face paint, and his eyes look defeated.
"Yeah, make it up to me. Let's see what you come up with," he says sarcastically, letting your hand fall from his grasp. His words might drip with sarcasm, but they are a plea for help in disguise. So you pay him no mind, knowing that by the end of the night, you'll have him like putty in your hands. Only to rebuild him back into the Buggy the Clown you know and love and the Marines fear.
"I'll be right back." You tell him, leaving the room momentarily. You return minutes later with a freak who pushes a wooden tub behind you with steaming water. The freak barely spares a glance at Buggy, scared that the clown might lash out at him.
Closing the door once he leaves, you prepare the water with oils and fragrances. Buggy watches from afar, sitting on the wooden chair he has in his room. He's used to hunching on it for hours, examining his maps, and executing master plans for the next big adventure. He likes looking over his shoulder to watch you sleep peacefully as insomnia grabs hold of him. It brings him peace.
"Come 'ere, Bugs," you say, grabbing his hand to help him up. Buggy grumbles in protest despite looking forward to the bath. "Let me take care of you," you whisper, looking up at him. You place your hand on his chest in comfort.
"I don't need you to take care of me. I'm a grown ass man," Buggy gruffs out, avoiding your gaze. It's not like he's felt like a man in the past few weeks as he's been carried around in a sac as a mere head while his body was beaten constantly by the fishmen. It was degrading and made him feel extremely weak.
You roll your eyes at him but play along, "You're right. You are a grown, strong man. Will you indulge me, though? It'll make me feel better seeing you're okay."
Buggy finally meets your eyes and nods, "For you."
There's no reason for him to say no. You're the person that knows him best in this world. You probably know what he's feeling without him telling you in the first place. Still, he acts difficult because he's bratty like that and because sometimes he has a hard time understanding you're there for him no matter what, with no ulterior motive.
You softly smile at him and pat his chest. Your hands trail up to the scarf tied around his neck, and your fingers swiftly undo the knot. You throw it on the bed as you continue down his chest, reaching the buttons of his vest.
Buggy watches you closely as you concentrate on undoing the buttons. Your touch never lifts from his skin for more than a second, granting him the pleasure of feeling your soothing touch after many weeks.
The vest falls on the floor as you push it back over his shoulders. Fingertips tickle his arm as you reach his hand to take off one of his gloves. Your eyes timidly meet his as you plant a small kiss on his palm.
Before he met you, he never thought such a minuscule action could mean so much. Now, he craves it often. It's your way of saying 'I love you,' seeing as Buggy is not good with words. You give him options to show his love, and that's priceless to him.
Your curious eyes have already taken in all his bruises and minor cuts. There's no doubt Arlong's men had been beating him up. You don't bring them up, knowing Buggy will close up again. He'll talk when he's ready.
You kneel on the floor, helping him off his boots, and quickly after, you get rid of his pants, too. You guide a butt-naked Buggy to the tub, ordering him to get in.
"Ohh," Buggy bites back a moan as the warm water soothes his aching muscles. The smell of eucalyptus wafts up to his nose. It's his favorite scent because it's the one you used when you met.
"Would you like me to wash your hair?" You ask him, untying the knot on his head scarf.
"You said you were gonna take care of me. Do whatever you want, sweet cheeks," he knows you've already made your decision, as his hair is already down before he can respond. You beam at the nickname, knowing your Buggy is softening up.
His bright blue hair falls down his back and into the water. Grabbing a jug, you fill it with water and softly tell Buggy to tilt his head back. The water cascades down his head, wetting his hair and turning it a beautiful deep teal.
Buggy opens his eyes and sees your calm expression as you concentrate on not getting any water on his face. A small fraction of his anger chips away, seeing how much you care for him. Only you'd know he hates the feeling of water pouring down his face.
You grab oils from your selection and brush them through his hair, ridding him of any sand and grime stuck in it. Buggy involuntarily closes his eyes as you massage his scalp with the tip of your fingers. A mixture of a sigh and moan falls from his lips.
When his hair is clean and untangled, you grab the bar of soap and a sponge to clean his body. Your eyes are attentive to any bruise or cut, careful not to hurt him any more than he is.
You notice his neck is quite stiff as you spread the soap suds across his back, so you spend some time massaging the area. You dig your thumbs into the tension knots, causing Buggy to become more vocal, groaning and moaning whenever you hit a spot that needs extra care.
Moving to kneel beside the tub, you wash his chest and stomach. Buggy simply stares as you focus on getting every speck of dirt off of him. Any other day, he'd be making you laugh and throwing inappropriate jokes, but the time didn't seem right to him. So, he kept quiet and observed how you tried to hide your grimaces whenever you encountered a nasty bruise.
You massage his knees when you get to his legs because you know they hurt. Buggy might not complain about any pain, but you know the chop chop fruit makes his joints ache when he uses his abilities.
As the dirt is washed away from his body, so does his anger. He's sure that by the end of the bath, he won't be any better than a harmless puppy, and that's all you wanted. Buggy needs to let go of the anger he harbors inside so he can come back stronger than ever and lead the crew to its next adventure, whatever that may be.
You leave his face for last. You're the only person on earth who has the honor and pleasure of cleaning his face free of its makeup. Carefully, you wipe away with a rag the grease paint covering his handsome face. There's layer upon layer of paint staining his skin. A splash of blue over his eyes, red on the corner of his lips, white on his hairline. You wipe away each layer until you're able to see your Buggy. Not Buggy the Clown.
"There you are," you smile, cupping his face. Buggy's hand comes up to encase yours to simply kiss your palm. Beautiful blue eyes stare back at you shyly. Without all the makeup, he tends to feel more self-conscious about his nose.
"You know I was coming for you, right?" You ask him to make it clear you never intended to abandon him.
"I know, Princess," he says, leaning further into your touch. Your thumb brushes over his stubble before you pull back your hand. A soft protest leaves him.
"Let's get you out," you murmur, helping him out of the bath. You tell him to stay where he is as you fetch the towel.
Once you start something, you have to finish it. With the same love and care, you dry Buggy's body, kissing his bruises as you go along. You get on your knees to dry his legs as well.
It's a very intimate position you're in. Buggy's manhood is right in front of your face. He's looking down with hooded eyes, waiting for your next move. He'll go as far as you want to go tonight.
Having him away for so long, you can't resist kissing around his pubic bone. You avoid touching his cock for now as you tease him, looking up at him innocently.
His length begins to harden as you keep brushing your lips all around his thighs and pubic area, but not where he needs to feel you most. You notice his fists clenching as he holds back from grabbing your head and placing it exactly where he wants.
Finally, your lips kiss his length, all the way from the base to the tip. That alone gets all of his blood to surge down to his cock. You continue this torturous pace for too long, teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue.
"Fuck, Princess," Buggy groans, looking into your eyes.
He's tired. He's been away for weeks. Despite wanting to fall on his bed and die for the next ten hours, his need to have you wins out. So, with the energy boost you gave him with the bath, he grabs your arm and pulls you up.
There will be time for you to suck his cock another time. Now, he needs to feel you as close as humanly possible. Buggy grabs your face and presses his lips against yours.
He kisses you deeply and sloppily, tasting your minty lip balm. He hunches over you as you lean back, overwhelmed by the sudden display of affection. Kissing him back just as fiercely as your arms wrap around his sides, pulling yourself closer.
His hand leaves your cheek to tug on the strings of your night dress and push it off your shoulders. The falling fabric tickles your skin as you're left just as exposed as he is.
Buggy grips your breasts, your sides, your thighs, and your ass. All to feel you so fucking close to him. He doesn't care if he's suffocated by you. After weeks of being tortured, all he wants is to feel your soft, caring touch.
You push Buggy back into the bed, and you tumble down with him as his hold on you is unrelenting. You won't be leaving his side tonight. Buggy sits in the center of the bed with you on his lap, grinding against his length.
"Fucking adore you," Buggy breathes, digging his head on your shoulder to leave kisses there, "and the way you take care of me."
"I'll always take care of you, Buggy," you tell him, cupping his jaw so you can look into his eyes, "You're mine. I gotta take care of what's mine, okay?"
A whine comes out of him as he nods at your words. He kisses your palm again, telling you everything you need to know. Buggy leans his forehead against yours. Something he had to get used to at the beginning due to the fact your noses also touch, but right now, it's the farthest thing on his mind. Having you close is his number one priority.
You line his cock with your entrance and slowly sink into it. You watch Buggy's face contort into one of pleasure as his mouth slightly gapes and his eyebrows furrow. You start bouncing softly, being mindful to be gentle with his aching body. Meanwhile, he grabs into your hips, helping you along, his fingers digging into you, afraid this is all a dream, and you'll go away.
There's no way this is a dream. You feel too warm and tight around him for it not to be real.
Buggy's arms encase your body as he pulls you flush against him. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach. It doesn't matter that it makes it harder for you to move on top of him. Buggy drags his short nails down your back, relishing the heat of your skin. It's not with the intent to hurt but to feel you close.
You keep your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling at the roots just how he likes it. You've resorted to grinding on his lap, as that's how much movement he allows you. His eyes bore into yours, depicting so many emotions he can't begin to comprehend, much less talk about. But it's enough for the two of you.
You peck his lips and ask, "You doing okay?"
Buggy nods and whispers, "I'm doing fucking perfect." He steals a kiss and another and another. Each kiss you let him steal gets progressively longer until he has his tongue in your mouth, tasting you.
The grind of your hips is enough to bring him to the edge. With a warning to your lips, Buggy spills inside of you. He revels in the level of closeness that brings. You play with his hair as he rests his head on your chest, catching his breath.
You need not say anything. It's a moment of vulnerability, and you let him have it. Buggy is resetting and pulling himself together back to the person he usually is.
That night, you sleep naked with Buggy basically on top of you. His head rests on your chest as he falls asleep listening to your heartbeat, and you hold him all throughout the night.
Except, when you wake up, he's gone. As your senses fully wake up, you notice the boat rocking. You've already set sail. Quickly, you get ready and go out onto the deck.
"About time you woke up, Sweet Cheeks!" Buggy yells from the helm, standing by the ship's wheel. The sun beams on Buggy's face, the familiar makeup freshly painted on his face. "It's time to get to work. I have some pirates to deal with."
"Yes, Captain!" You say, which earns you a sneaky wink from Buggy. With a soft laugh, you shake your head and walk through the ship to help the freaks with whatever they might need.
With you by his side, there is nothing Buggy can't overcome.
#opla#opla fanfiction#one piece x reader#one piece live action#opla smut#buggy the clown x reader#opla buggy x reader#buggy x reader#opla buggy the clown#opla buggy#one piece fanfiction#fanfiction
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are you tired?
pairing: gojo Satoru x fem!reader / husband x wife
warning: smut, unprotected sex
wc: 1.3k
summary: your husband comes home after a long day at work, it is your duty as a wife to help him relax
"Welcome home, Satoru" You greet your husband at the door as he took off his shoes "You're home early" he walks towards you kissing your cheek "Hi baby" taking off his uniform and revealing a white button-up underneath. "you hungry? I made us dinner I'm almost done" he hums walking to the laundry room putting his jacket on the basket walking back to the kitchen "What are you making?" leaning on the counter "Grilled chicken" "It smells good" he compliments "of course it does, I'm the chef" smiling at your husband. once you're done you plate the meal while Gojo brings a jug of water and two cups to set on the dinner table.
"Satoru, are you tired?" glancing up from the food, you wait for him to finish his chewing "Why?" he asked "I'm just asking, do you want me to fill up the bath with hot water?" "yeah sure" "Okay" you get up from your seat "Wait you can set the bath later, finish your food first" Satoru held your wrist when you walk past him "Oh, don't worry about it I'm just gonna turn on the tap. will be back shortly" Gojo notices your pajamas a simple button-up and shorts pajamas set in pink.
so cute smiling to himself
after eating dinner satoru picks up the plates "No no no no, let me" taking the dishes from his hands "You go take a bath" you shoosh him. chuckling Satoru says his thank you and goes upstairs to the bathroom.
knock knock
satoru hums responding to the knocks on the bathroom door "can I come in?" you said from the other side of the door "Yeah" he answers
opening the door you see Satoru in the bathtub enjoying the hot bath you prepared him. you walk toward the bathtub putting your hands on his shoulder "Are you tired?" starting to move your fingers massaging his shoulder blades and neck "Why do you keep asking that?" feeling suspicious of his wife repeatedly asking "I don't know I'm just curious" massaging the knots on his body
"this is nice. why are you suddenly being nice to me?" he teases "what do you mean?" you ask tilting your head "you're never this nice to me! massaging me without me asking? what have you done to my wife" he jokes "Satoru! I don't know what you're talking about! I'm always nice!" sounds of laughter echoes throughout the bathroom. five minutes pass you stop massaging his shoulders
leaning to his ear and whispering "Can I join you?" Satoru just grins nodding his head and sitting up fixing his posture
he watches you as you turn around taking your pajamas off he admires your body as you fold the clothes neatly. you walk back towards the bathtub taking his hands as he helps you get in the tub.
straddling him under the water he rubs his finger on your thigh "Hi" Looking into his gorgeous eyes "Hi" You put your hands on his jaw caressing it softly watching him close his eyes in comfort.
tilting your head to the side you lean in closer to him chest to chest putting your face on his neck. he moves his hands up to your back dancing his fingers on the skin. kissing his neck he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding moving up to his jaw
"Is this okay?" you whisper to his ear
"It's more than okay"
You move down back to his neck going lower to his collar bones making a mark "y/n..." he moans
you start you move your hips feeling his cock growing harder you move your hands down his chest to his abs letting out a moan he put his fingers under your chin "Look at me, baby" he leans in putting your lips on his he pulls you in closer grinding your pussy on his dick you let out moan out his name "satoru- ungh..." he squeezes you ass pulling you impossibly closer he bites your lips and sucking on it "satoruu" "what's wrong baby?" he moves his lips you your cheeks "hmm?" he teases moving onto your jaw whispering "come on baby, use your words he lift you up slightly so your tits are over the water his mouth going lower and lower sucking on your chest one of his hand supporting you on your lower back while the other is moving up to one of your tits holding it in the palm of his hand
" so perfect, just for me" his mouth found your nipple sucking on it "satoruuu" you moan out his name louder moving your hands onto his hair holding him closer to your chest
he pulls back staring at you in awe "all this for me?" he ask rubbing circles on your hips "hm?" waiting for your response, you cant help but feel shy under his gaze so, you just nods "words, y/n" he said sternly "yes, just for you, 'toru" you lean into him giving him a peck on his lips "touch yourself for me" one of your hands is holding onto his shoulder for support while the other one moving down to your body. you rub your clit tilting your head back letting out short breaths while he watches you. "eyes on me" you move your head leaning and he puts his forehead against yours. you feel yourself feel closer moaning out his name "stop" he pulls your hand away from your cunt resting it on his shoulder "enjoying yourself?" he chuckles when you fall onto his chest "please just fuck me already" you whine "as you wish" kissing you once more
he lines up his cock with your entrance "Ready?" you nod against his neck you both let out a sigh of relief. he moves your hips up and down slowly with you like a mess moaning his name in his ears. feeling impatient you start to move your body faster "Hmmph.. so full" you whimpers sounding like music to his ears "Yeah?" his hands start moving to your cunt rubbing his thumbs on your clit "So tight" he praise
"My baby so perfect just for me" hearing his praise make you reach your orgasm faster "you close baby?" you nod
"I'm gonna cum" you warn him "cum on me baby, cum on my cock" you moan out his name as you reach your climax "satoruuu" your body went limp on top of him "it's okay baby, I got you" you feel him moving his cock inside you you squeeze his cock "fuck, don't squeeze me like that" trying your best to move with him "so tight, made just for me" nodding on his neck agreeing to his statement. you feel him pulling out, and you let out a whine "Don't, just cum in me please" Seeing you like that pleading for his cum was the last straw for him. "fuck, baby I'm close. just a little longer, yeah?"
feeling overstimulated by his cock you feel getting yourself closer to another orgasm
" one more baby, do you have one more for me?" you squeeze his cock with your pussy you can only nod "Hmm? Answer me." moving more roughly "yes! Satoru! so deep!" he squeeze your hips you feel yourself reach your orgasm screaming his name. he stops his movement as he reached his peak painting your walls white with his cum calling our your name.
you both stays connected for a while "are you tired?" he ask repeating the questions you've been asking him since he got home you slaps his chest lightly smiling at the man before you he pulls out his dick from your cunt letting out a hiss
he slaps your ass "Let's get up and get ready for bed" Standing up and getting out of the tub gets a towel to dry himself off. he looks at you still sitting on the tub with your arms in the air waiting for him to lift you up "I'm tired" you pout he chuckles "what a baby" lifting you up from the bathtub and giving you another towel.
this is the first time I've ever written smut lol
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Bathtime smut with Vi and then fluff after? Just cute girlfriends in love to heal my soul❤️ maybe a modern au with Vi as a famous boxer ?
I LOVE all your fics ( but especially Ellie and Vi ;) )
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇
𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, extreme amounts of fluff, descriptions of nudity, mentions of injury ( vi ), mentions of pain ( vi ), fingering ( r! and vi! receiving ), bathing together, sexual innuendos and jokes, lots of kissing, petnames, switch ( kinda dom )!vi, switch!reader, reader is vi's little housewife honestly
𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope/Some
𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I love the idea of reader being Vi's little housewife especially if she was a boxer and does everything to give her little wife the perfect life while she takes good care of Vi OMGGGGGG also thank you sm!!! you're so sweet and I'm so sorry this took so long!
𝗔𝗨 - Modern / Boxer Vi !
REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED
You stared at the bubbles in front of you, your knee poking out of the water. It was warm in the bathroom, the steam from the water filling the room up to the brim.
The mirror long having fogged, along with the windows. It was dark out, the continuous waiting for your pink haired girlfriend was enough for you to busy yourself and make sure you didn't fall asleep waiting on her.
So here you sat, alone in the bathtub, head laid back at the rather rich looking ceiling and fancy light fixtures Vi made sure you had in order to have good lighting when getting ready in the mornings.
Bubbles surrounding your naked form, covering your body under the water.
You then heard the front door open, picking your head up from the back of the tub. Excitement flooding your belly when you realized she was finally home.
"Y/n?" "In here!" You moved, laying both your arms on the side of the tub. Resting your head on your hands as Vi waltzed in looking exhausted and mopey. A rush of cold air creeping into the bathroom from the outside causing goosebumps to rise along your arms.
"Well this is a sight." She smiled. "Shut it, pervert." You blushed, laying your head down on your arms looking over her body. Tired, bruised, it was obvious she was in pain and sore from training.
"Are you getting in? Shut the door, it's cold."
You laid back in the water letting it spread across your once cold shoulders, closing your eyes and letting your body be caressed by the warmth.
"Don't have to ask me twice." You hummed, sitting back against the tub, Vi slowly taking off her clothes. Grunting to herself, clenching her teeth.
"Hey, take it easy." You sat up, looking at her worriedly. "I'm fine." She shook her head, taking off her sports bra and then unwrap her hands.
"How was training?" "Well, I'm definitely gonna win the fight." She muttered, pulling down her boxers and moving to slide into the bath, groaning while she slipped past the waterline.
"That feel good?" You laughed, inviting her into your arms. "Mhm." "I bet you did so good today." You moved her down so she laid completely into the bubbles allowing the water to soak her hair. Running your fingers through the hot pink strands hearing her hum as she shut her eyes.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you today." "That makes two of us." You replied, focusing on running through her hair. Finger moving across her hairline and down between her eyebrows.
"I'm so horny." "Violet." She opened her eyes with a laugh. "What? You looked really hot when I walked in, and besides my adrenaline's still high." You groaned and sunk into the water so only your head was above the surface, Vi rolling onto her stomach, hands creeping around your waist underneath the warm liquid.
"Do you think I could eat you out underwater?" "Please don't try." You begged hearing her laughter fill your ears and shake the water from her movements. "Fine."
Vi leaned up on her hands to kiss you, chapped lips and tasting of sweat. She deepened the kiss while pushing up and towards you, hand moving to rest on your chilled face, the temperature practically burning your cold skin.
"You look so pretty." She muttered, kissing down your neck, the droplets of water making tickling her mouth. "So do you, especially all worked up." You smiled at her softly, Vi slowly pushing herself out of the water so her torso stuck out. Getting closer to you.
"I missed you so much." You the said, feeling her warm hand slowly moving across your stomach getting lower and lower to where you'd began to ache for her. "Let me take care of you." "Vi, I should be taking care of you." You laughed lightly, looking at her tired face while running the back of your hand over her cheekbone.
"But I want to." You hummed, half lidded eyes staring into her own. "M'not gonna win, am I?" She didn't respond instead moving down while her fingers creeped towards your pussy, looking up at you like a puppy waiting for directions.
"Well, if I got no chance at winning, mind as well do what you want." You leaned down to her lips once more, giving her a light peck to her lips just as she began to enter you.
Your mouth falling open as you took in a sharp breath, head lolling backwards.
"Vi.." Entranced by your face, Vi tilted her head to see you better, your clouded blown out eyes making her smirk. "More." You stated, staring into her eyes as she added another finger, coming closer to your body. But you seen the want in her eyes, and who were you to deny?
"Let me ride your thigh, Vi." "C'mon." She groaned, but your sickening sweet smile made her move away, allowing you on top of her. "I just want you to relax pretty girl." You ran your finger down the bridge of her nose, beginning to move your hips along her thigh.
The water rippling and moving along the white walls of the tub and around hand as it snaked its way down her abs and down lower. And then lower until Vi let out a quiet little moan, your fingers grazing her clit.
"Y/n..."
"The waters gonna spill over." You laughed when her hands gripped you, making your body move faster against her muscles. Your little bud grinding against her warm skin. "Who cares?" She spoke out of breath, looking at you with barely opened eyes.
"Fuck Vi." Your head fell forwards against her shoulder as you grinded faster, Vi's hand moving down to help your own as you pleasured her. The other one tight around your waist helping you guide yourself against her leg.
"You feel so good." "Mm, I wanna hear you say that later too." You leaned up, flustered face and all while pecking her lips. "You wish, you're going to bed after this young lady." She grumbled something until your finger slipped inside her, words becoming scrambled and fumbling past her lips until they were nothing.
You shifted, her thigh hitting you just the right way as you gripped her bicep, trying anything to go faster.
"Y/n– shit–" You focused on your fingers, playing with her clit while kissing her cheek. "M'so proud of you." You could see her cheeks turning pink, whether it be from what you were doing or your praise, it didn't matter. You loved it either way.
"I'm gonna cum Vi." "Me too."
The bubbly water spilled over the sides, going uncared for by the both of you as you chased your highs. Sweaty once more, mouths wide and moans filling the room up drowning you both in pleasure.
"Fuck, fuck fuck–" You let out a few girlish cries as your thighs closed around her own, Vi's leg coming up as she came around your fingers. Mouth moving against your own before you got a chance to do anything else.
She moaned into your mouth and you swallowed it all up, pulling away from her and wrapping your arms around her neck.
"Oh shit." You whined, your cheek squishing against her shoulder as you both began to calm.
"I liked that way more." "I said that Vi, you should really start listening to me more." You turned your head, pressing little kisses to her neck while she only chuckled, fingers running up and down your spine dripping the warm water on your cold skin.
"I'll give you a massage after we get out." You could feel her hum, chest vibrating. You sat up, dipping your hands in the water and bringing them over her skin. Dripping water down her chest and shoulders.
"I love you." She then said, staring at you with starstruck eyes and a loving gaze making you hot as you met her stare. "I love you more." "That's impossible."
You giggled, messing with the little hairs on the nape of her neck.
"Then tomorrow I'll make sure you can't get out of bed."
"Violet, really?" "I love you."
A/n: I haven't done a little note in a while hmmmmm well here is this i got 2 nachos today 2!!!! ik right so monumental
#arcane vi#vi x yn#vi x reader#vi arcane#vi arcane x reader#arcane vi x reader#vi x y/n#vi x you#vi x reader arcane#arcane#arcane league of legends#arcane netflix#vi imagine#nevy writes
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Might i suggest 7 or 11 for the soft promts?
11. "Let me wash your hair."
combined with 5. "I've got you." for Kon & Kara, requested by @clarkkent-irons !!
"Stop fussin'," Kon mumbles. His head hurts. Actually, his everything hurts, but his head gets a special shoutout. 2-for-1 special bargain! Migraine and everything else-graine!
Wait, that doesn't make sense. The "mi-" part doesn't mean head, does it? Ugh. Whatever. He doesn't care. The point is ouch. Ow.
"Gonna be fine 'n the mornin'," he adds, woozy. "Soon as sun's back. Right-o! All better."
His senses might be all wonky from the migraine and magic blast, but he swears he can hear Tim rolling his eyes.
Kara, meanwhile, does not stop fretting. "You shouldn't have taken that hit for me," she scolds, cradling him in her arms like a baby, which would be really sweet except that it's probably funny to see, because she might have shot up this summer, but he's still taller and broader. Kal's genes at work. "I wasn't paying attention, it's my fault I let my guard down—"
"You took out, like, six of those magic automatons," Tim interrupts. Thank you, Tim, that's exactly what Kon was gonna say. Except Kon probably would've said it stupider. And more slurred. Kon's head hurts. Ow. "Do me a favor and don't start arguing with him while he's already all..."
"Zonked? Whammoed... Ooh. Borked?" Kon offers. Neither Kara nor Tim seems as entertained by this list as he does, for some unfathomable reason.
Eyes still closed, he realizes they're in Tim's ensuite at Titan's Tower by the sound of the door latching into place behind them, and relaxes a little. Then frowns.
"Don' put me in Tim's bed," he warns. "I'm so muddy. Super muddy. Like... like Supernova, but muddy. Get it?" Happens when a guy gets magic blasted into the mud dimension. Which isn't a real dimension, but just the giant mud flats south of the bay. Sploosh. Splat.
Kara sighs. "Yeah, cousin. I get it."
"We'll clean you up first," Tim assures him. He squeezes Kon's limp, muddy hand and leads Kara to the bathroom. "Here, set him down in the tub."
"Sure." Kara shifts him in her arms, guilt still rolling off her in waves. Kind of like how mud is rolling off Kon in waves. Also? His head hurts.
She sets him down incredibly gently, then lingers, her fingers trailing along his cheek. "...Thanks, Kon," she says, still sounding troubled. "I can start trying to make it up to you, um... Let me wash your hair?"
Kon opens his eyes (ow, ow, lights, ow) to pin her with a suspicious look. He has seen her drag a brush through her own curls until they're sad, butchered, fluffy waves, because well the wind messes them up when I fly around anyway and why do you look so horrified, Kon? "...You don'even know what cowash is."
Kara's jaw drops. Behind her, Tim tries and fails to disguise a laugh as clearing his throat.
"Oh, you little—I'm trying to be a nice, loving cousin here, and you—"
"Tiiiim," Kon wheedles. Using his TTK hurts his brain a little right now, but he still stretches out his aura along the tub, the floor, and up Tim's legs to tug plaintively at his shirt. "Don' let her murderize my hair. I'm too pretty t'die like this..."
"I told you he'd be fine," Tim says to Kara, amusement laced through his voice. Kon huffs and closes his eyes again.
His head hurts. And he's so sleepy. Tim probably won't let Kara ruin his curls. Tim is nice like that. Kon likes him. He's pawing through the cabinet where he keeps all of Kon's favorite bath products, so Kon figures he's in the clear. He heaves a sigh and slumps further into the dry tub.
Offended or not, Kara still traces her fingers gently through his hair. It feels nice, and Kon sighs, leaning into her touch. "Mmm..."
"Okay. I'll turn the water on once you get undressed," Kara says, back to being gentle. "Think you can get out of the suit on your own, or do you need a hand?"
"Um." Kon makes a valiant attempt, sending his TTK down his own body, but the more he tries to focus on the belts and latches and zippers, the more pain blossoms behind his temples, splotches of color bursting behind his eyes. Ow, ow, ow. Ugh, now he's nauseous, too. He hates magic. "...Help?"
Kara lets out a soft, breathy laugh and strokes his muddy hair back from his muddy forehead. "Yeah, okay. I've got you."
Tim sets a couple of bottles on the tub wall and then leans down to help pull off Kon's boots, while Kara first strips off one, then the other glove, his belt, and the pouch at his thigh. He thinks he should be self-conscious and ashamed right now, but he's kind of too tired and ouch to care.
"...Thanks," he mumbles, several seconds late, when they've finally gotten him undressed and turned on a gentle stream of warm water. It's soothing against the pain, and he sighs. "Gonna go sleep now."
"Okay, Kon." Tim pats his knee. "We'll be here."
Kon hums, and then slips away.
#answers#not-orpheus#rimi writes#kon#kara#tim#timkon#i need a kon & kara tag... truly the cousins of all time...
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omg what if i requested...
okay okay imagine: [character] taking a bath with you and its all cute but GOD DAMN WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY RUBBER DUCKS? like yalls are taking a bath and you just pull out the rubber ducks and dump them in the bath djfbdjdj YES SFW I WE DONT TOLERATE NSFW HERE
characters: ranpo, dazai, chuuya, poe, atsushi, [your favorites] SEPARATE! if you dont wanna do em all you can just do poe and ranpo lol also you can insert blue lock characters if you want to 👍
i want isagi so bad frfr ALSO HONKAI STAR RAIL CAELUS WHY ISNT ANYONE TALKING ABOUT HIM LIKE HELLO??? TRASH CAN BOYFRIEND??? HES SO HOT TOO? I WANT HIM TOO FRFR
i hope youre having a good day i am indeed alive!!
- nia
A NIA REQUESTTTTTTTTTTTT OMG YES
Rubber duckie, you're the one~
♡ pairing: Ranpo Edogawa, Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara, Edgar Allan Poe, Atsushi Nakajima, Mykola Hohol, Tecchou Suehiro x gn!Reader
♡ synopsis: You bring rubber ducks into the bath.
♡ cw: Swearing, nudity I guess??? It's not NSFW lmao but gotta cover my bases
note: HELLO NIA. I want you to know that I AM gonna be doing a BLLK version of this some time after I've finished this one. Also I don't know much about Honkai Star Rail but isn't Caelus basically like that game's equivalent of Aether from Genshin? I'm uncultured T-T These are just crack hcs lol uh yeah apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x
Ranpo:
Bold of you to assume this mf didn't bring his own rubber ducks
The bathtub is overcome with your shared aquatic fowl. You two are having an absolute field day in there (and not like a regular field day, but like a Magic School Bus field day)
Maybe they have a war or something. Or maybe they establish a peace agreement and the two leaders of your different duck nations get married to form a union
You guys end up staying in the tub until the water is freezing
Honestly though, you probably benefitted from having a little while to both just indulge in childish behaviour without any judgement or consequences. And it was super fun so no regrets
After the first time you guys decide to start having shared baths every now and then when things get too stressful at work, so you could blow off steam in a harmless and fun way
But you two don't tell anybody. I mean Ranpo still brings rubber ducks to public bathhouses because he's just like that but nobody else ever finds out the true extent of your duck-related shenanigans
10/10 would recommend bubble bath rubber duck therapy w/ autistic manchild 👍
Dazai:
He didn't expect it, but he likes it!
Dazai probably never washes himself ever so he was already quite on board with the idea of having a bath with you (he gets to see you nakey and have clean hair for once? Like what a win)
Also I reckon he's the kinda guy who really enjoys bubble baths and plays with them and gets the bathroom all messy with the bubbles (me too Dazai)
So he was pretty hyped for this. But then you dump like fifty rubber ducks into the bath and NOW IT'S TIME TO GET FUNKY
Dazai has definitely never played with them before. He's amused with the way they float, with the fact that they make noise when you squeeze them, their big stupid eyes and everything about them
He initially wants to question why you have so many of them or where you got them from but then he just as quickly decides that he doesn't really wanna know the answer
Is he as invested in the ducks as you are? No, but he's very curious about them and finds it nice that you enjoy them so much
Probably wraps one in bandages and gives it to you so you're always thinking of him or smth 💀 (it's cute though)
Chuuya:
If Chuuya has run you a bath he probably intended for it to be romantic and relaxing
And then you bringed in the duckies
After a quick discussion you two do compromise on a romantic bath. With rubber ducks. And it honestly ends up being more perfect than either of you expected
He'd have been willing to just let you do your thing though because he just wants you to be happy but mans works too hard to pass up an opportunity to relax in the bath with you
So what ends up happening is you two just cuddle in the bath and talk about life and romance and stuff, and there's also ducks floating there, entirely out of place
Like Chuuya would have pulled out all the stops. Candles and wine and stuff, so like a pretty mature scene that does not accommodate for rubber ducks, and yet there they are
But he thinks it's really cute how into the ducks you are so he lets you keep them around
He would definitely buy you more rubber ducks in the future just to see you smile. Chuuya is down so bad for you 😌
Poe:
He's probably never even seen a rubber duck in his 1800s gothic anxietycore life
You might honestly have to explain what they are. He's like 'and they don't do anything? You just have them there for company?' and you're like 'yeah!' and he's just like
Poe would find one singular duck of yours and latch onto it. That one is his duck now and he would keep it nearby because it reminds him of you
Overall though he doesn't really get on board with it. Like after the first two minutes when the novelty fades he's like '...can we please remove them' lol
If you say yes then the bath then continues on exactly as expected. It's nice but Poe's a little insecure and shy (cuddle him pls)
If you say no then he's just gonna learn to deal with them. This man doesn't have the balls to set boundaries with you (ME TOO POE)
That being said, if Karl likes the ducks? ...oh boy he's straight up going to purchase an avalanche of them
It's really up to you whether or not the ducks catch on or not, Poe's just along for the ride whether or not he wants to be
Atsushi:
Help him
They didn't have rubber ducks in the orphanage, and Atsushi probably hasn't had a proper nice long bath in years. He did not want nor expect a horde of rubber ducks
But Atsushi loves you so much that he's willing to look past it. And the duckies actually grow on him by the time you guys get out the bath
He's always seen bathing as just that. A way to clean. But you're determined to introduce him to the wonders of bathtime and make up for the childhood he wasn't allowed to have
He mostly just goes along with you and doesn't really match your energy, but he absolutely loves seeing you so excited about the ducks
He would definitely like the idea of baths being a cute couply thing for you guys to do though so whether or not you got your ducks with you is honestly irrelevant
But you do. And so he accepts them as a part of being with you. In sickness and health or whatever idk nobody loves me lmao
Just make sure that you give Atsushi as much attention as you give to the ducks okay?
Mykola:
Mykola has literally never been happier in his entire life
This was the moment when he realised that you were the one for him. His soulmate, his one and only
He doesn't care how many ducks there are, he just cares that there's ducks. And that you're the one who bought them into the bathtub.
The pair of you wreak havoc on the bathroom. Like with Ranpo, y'all were just being a little playful. You and Mykola straight up destroy the whole room
You two spend hours in there coming up with names, extended backstories and lore of each rubber duck and it gets so complicated so fast
He would also give each one of them a different voice while you guys are messing around. Theatre kid moment
You've now given him the idea to just randomly present you with rubber ducks at any time, regardless of the scenario. Your collection grows tenfold due to this bastard and Fyodor is not pleased about it. Not when Mykola is interrupting DOA meetings with fucking ducks
The poor repair guys you hire to fix the bathroom...they're so confused T-T
Tecchou:
Straight up just does not react. This shit is a regular Tuesday for him
LET'S NOT PRETEND THAT HE DOESN'T OWN RUBBER DUCKS BECAUSE HE LITERALLY DOES I SAID SO
And he just lets them float there in the bath and pays no mind to them. Doesn't play with them, talk to them or whatever. It's just nice to have some silent, non-judgemental company sometimes
Tecchou doesn't strike me as someone who would suggest that you two take a bath together, so it was most likely your idea. He went along with it because relaxing in a steamy room with you sounded nice, but in reality you just wanted to show him the ducks
And though he might have seemed disinterested he was so happy to know that you and him had a similar interest
You two are so good for each other that way <3 (good = autistic I guess, because Tecchou is canon autism I decided)
So while you play with the ducks or whatever he just sits there content and watches you do so with a little smile. Probably calls you cute at some point entirely catching you offguard
You two make it a regular thing, but Jouno probably finds out somehow and it's just a whole other can of worms I won't go into rn
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Congrats on 2k!!! Such a well deserved milestone!!😘
🐇 what is your process of writing? Do you just use docs or write on paper first? I love learning about different ways of the writing process for people🤗
🐖 for Bradley and Toots…Bradley does ice baths once in awhile, before/after a match and Toots worries he gets too cold so she checks on him quite a bit and when he finally gets out he teases with a cuddle but since he’s so cold she pulls away and he’s all “warm me up then toots” and then there’s some steam😏😏🧊🔥💨
I have the spelling of a six year old, so I write on google docs first and then move it over to tumblr and edit/format it! also feel like I'm exposing that I get horn-knee at the weirdest times but we ball 🫡
warnings: language, smut - (fingering, cockwarming, daddy kink, dumbification, size kink)
“How are you not cold?” You peek curiously into the bathroom, eyes taking in the sight of Bradley sitting in a tub of ice.
He cranes his neck to look at you lazily. “You wanna join, toots?”
“No way,” your eyes widen almost comically. “I’ll get hypothermia. I don’t understand how your toes aren’t falling off.”
The timer on Bradley’s phone goes off, signifying he’s iced long enough, and he shifts as he gets up. Your mouth feels heavy as he stands, beads of water rolling across taut muscle. They cling in droplets to his chest hair, glistening off his tanned skin. You swallow thickly, your gaze traveling down.
“Can feel you staring.” Bradley says simply, not even looking as he steps out of the bath. In any other state of mind, you would have argued that it’s impossible not to look at him, but almost embarrassingly, you can already feel the thought becoming hazy in your mind.
Your mouth opens and closes a few times, like just the sight of his cock has you tasting him on your tongue, and you blink.
“You goin’ dumb, honey?” Bradley looks up from where he’s patting himself down with a towel.
Though your desperation is evident, he still ignores you, deciding to forgo the towel once he’s dry and moving to turn off the bath. You whine, but Bradley’s single look from where he’s bent over the tub is enough to make you quiet down again.
He straightens, facing you fully, and the sight almost has you dropping to your knees. Your panties drench in arousal and you follow his happy trail and defined v-line with your hungry gaze. Bradley can only watch in mild amusement as you strip quickly.
“Please.”
One word has you gasping on the mattress as Bradley fits his third finger inside you, stretching you open with cold digits as his thumb draws tight circles on your clit. The pad of his thumb is like ice against you and you let out a shaky moan at the feeling of it on your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Bradley’s eyes are dark as he watches you take his fingers, eyes trailing down, and he growls lowly. “One day, I’m gonna fuck this pretty ass of yours.”
Your eyes roll back at the thought and you clench around his fingers.
“Yeah?” You hear Bradley smirk more than you see it. “Knew you’d like that. Filthy girl. But right now you’re gonna take daddy’s dick, honey.”
He pulls his fingers out of you, sucking your slick off of them lewdly, and you whine at the emptiness. Bradley manhandles you on top of him, giving his length a stroke before he lines it up with your hole. The head of his cock catches your entrance and your nose drops into the crook of his neck, mewls of pleasure leaving your lips as he sinks you down onto him slowly.
“Look at you, toots,” Bradley coos when your hips meet. “Used to only be able to fit the tip in before you started cryin’. Take my dick so well, honey.”
Your brain feels fuzzy and you can feel the head of Bradley’s cock in your guts, but you know your manners so you breathe, “Thank you, daddy.”
Bradley chuckles at your response, stroking your back with gentle fingers. “Good girl, tootsie.”
He settles on the headboard of your bed, shifting inside you in a way that has you gasping against his neck. You’ve gotten used to his size at this point, the stretch now delicious, but he has yet to start moving inside you. Testingly you roll your hips, blinking in hazy surprise when Bradley plants you to him with firm hands.
“No, toots.” Bradley smirks against your temple, reaching to lay a blanket over you both. “Silly baby, you gotta warm daddy up. My toes’ll fall off.”
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JAMES CORDEN HELPS HARRY STYLES AND Y/N L/N MAKE A MUSIC VIDEO
dad!harry x reader
MASTERLIST
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"We’re here in Brooklyn, New York with Harry Styles and Y/N soon to be Styles."
Both Harry and Y/N make eye contact and laugh. James puts his hands on his hips as he looks at the couple with squinted eyes.
"I will not third wheel today." James jokes making Harry and Y/N laugh even harder. "I will not! Stop laughing!" He playfully glares at the couple.
"If I’m with you two, then I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be the one third wheeling." Y/N mumbles, crossing her arms. James and Harry look at each other and smile.
"Pretty much." Harry nods.
"So we have three hours, three hundred dollars to shoot a music video for Harry’s new album. Now we have no locations, we don’t know what we’re doing, we don’t know where we’re shooting it." James explains to Harry and Y/N. "But we are gonna give it our best try." He smiles which makes them look nervous.
"We will try." Y/N smiles as Harry nods along to her words.
"Yeah." Harry nervously agrees.
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After one failed attempt of a stranger giving up their home, the next try was more successful. A group of girls opened up the door and widened their eyes at the sight of James. Harry was up against the wall with Y/N hiding. He had his arm tightly wrapped around her waist so she wouldn’t be seen.
"You both could come out now."
All the girls immediately gasped at the sight of Y/N and Harry which made James roll his eyes.
"I didn't get that type of reaction." He grumbles.
"May we film a music video here?" Y/N asks one of the girls. Swiftly she gets a bunch of nods in response. To be honest, the girls thought they were dreaming, Y/N and Harry Styles in their apartment didn't feel real.
"Can we take a look around?" James questions. Once they get permission to look around, they find a closet full of party supplies which James screams excitedly at.
While Harry and James were looking for props, Y/N went to look around in the bedrooms. What she didn't expect to find was a Harry Potter version of Harry, painting. Or a One Direction perfume. In her opinion she thought it was amazing that they were fans of Harry.
"Why do I love that." Y/N points to the perfume. James soon comes into the room followed by one of the girls. Immediately he notices the Harry Potter painting hung up.
"Oh my god. We need to hide all of this, I'm worried you're a psychopath." James jokes which makes Y/N and the girl laugh. "Harry don't come in here!" He shouts.
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"I'm thinking this is a bathroom shot. Harry you in the bath, Y/N on the ledge." James explains his idea as he enters the bathroom followed by Harry and Y/N.
Once Harry was in the tub and Y/N was sat on the ledge, James turns off the lights and starts a fan that had a assortment of colorful lights attached to it. Before the music starts James tells Y/N and Harry how to act.
They had to act "awkward" with each other. Pretend their friends locked them in a bathroom together at a party.
"You guys don’t know each other. Harry you’re dedicating a whole song to her, just gawk at her like usual. And Y/N you hate Harry." James tells Y/N and Harry which makes them laugh. "Enemies to lovers type. Now act like it! Play the track, start the track!"
Daylight starts to play as Y/N bites her lip to suppress a smile.
"Act hot, both of you. You know the worlds gonna go insane when this comes out." James calls out.
Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight
Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight
As Harry sings along Y/N is instructed to stare down at him. When they make eye contact they burst out laughing making James playfully groan.
"Alright. Get up! Get up!"
The girls and James then began to decorate the apartment leaving Y/N and Harry in the bathroom talking.
"I was in a Christopher Nolan movie. Now this is my dressing room." Harry says, looking around the bathroom. Y/N let’s out a cackle as Harry turns to her.
"And I was just having your kids yesterday." Y/N shrugs.
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After having confetti thrown at their faces, hauled to the roof by James wearing a green suit and impersonating Mick Jagger, Y/N and Harry were now sat on the couch surrounded by the girls who owned the apartment waiting for their friends to arrive.
Y/N knew their friends were here once she heard a few screams. It made her smile they way, they freaked out over Harry.
"Stop! Stop! I will have you removed!" James yells making Y/N laugh. When Harry stands up he grabs Y/N’s hand pulling her up with him. "Say a proper hi and keep it together. I will tase you. I will tase you."
Harry and Y/N greet the people that had just walked in which made them feel like they were dreaming. Harry Styles and Y/N L/N in a their friends New York apartment? That sentence seemed like a joke.
But it was real.
"So we’re having a party! Don’t treat Harry and Y/N like Harry and Y/N. Treat them like…you know someone called Chris and Heather." James shrugs his shoulders.
Daylight begins to play again as everyone becomes to dance including Harry holding a zebra stuffed animal.
Soon the doorbell rings making James drag Y/N with him to the door. After the door is open it reveals the pizza delivery guy who looked nervous. It made Y/N wanna laugh.
"Wait you know what. Come in, we need you." James calls back the guy, bringing him inside the apartment.
"Is it to late to do carpool karaoke?"
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i'm outta my head over you Pt. 5
prologue (Pt. 1) | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | AO3 | playlist
today's @steddie-week prompts: hurt/comfort and familiar
While he waits for Wayne to get home so he can confront him about the ‘Teddy’ thing, Eddie thinks back on everything Steve had added to this tape.
He remembers that first time he actually talked to Steve; he was well aware of his existence before the King had so graciously graced him and Gareth with his presence that day, but was that really the time Steve was talking about in his notes? It had to be, there weren’t any other times they talked until the spring break from Hell.
It was only ever burning jealousy for Nancy Wheeler before (and after) that first time. Bitter thoughts of ‘I’d be much better for you than her,’ when he’d spotted them kissing against Nancy’s locker.
“I was made for lovin’ you, baby..” Eddie mumble-sings to himself at the memory. That was weird.
Then Steve had gone and dropped his haughty King Steve persona, bullied out of it By Hargrove. He lost Wheeler to Byers, and somehow didn’t become more of an asshole?
Much like the KISS song from a second ago, Eddie sings “Disaster and disgrace, the King has lost his Crown..” without even thinking about it. The song yanked up from whatever recess of his mind holds onto ABBA songs.
Huh. Wait a minute…
Eddie hops up and starts shuffling through his and Wayne’s admittedly impressive record collection. KISS’s Dynasty album he needed was not too hard to find, but Voulez-Vous? That’s…gonna be harder. It’s gotta be around here somewhere though, ABBA is one of Wayne’s guilty pleasures.
Shit…he and Steve have much more in common than he thought…
Eddie moves onto thinking back over those couple weeks spent hiding out with Steve while he hunts. He’s got a few hours to kill.
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The days spent at Casa Harrington both felt like they’d crawled by at a snail's pace, and were over and behind him all too soon.
It was awkward in the beginning, but they quickly fell into a pattern.
Eddie was in the guest room on the main floor so he didn’t have to walk more than he needed to with the fresh graft wound on his leg, and Steve was on the couch in the living room (much to Eddie’s dismay).
“Steve, for the love of all that is unholy, PLEASE just sleep in your own bed? I’m perfectly fine down here, promise.”
“Not happenin’ Eds. My couch is super comfy anyway.”
Steve helps him to the bathroom whenever he needs it, and when he’s at work, Eddie uses those short trips to stretch his leg like his doctor said to.
Luckily for Eddie, the initial bandages on both his donor graft wound and his grafted wound (the biggest on one his left side) came off while he was still in the hospital, so he was able to shower and clean the areas with the mild soap Steve got for him.
Steve would help him over the lip of the tub after he got undressed (another time to slowly work on stretching the areas a bit), and take his towel from around the curtain once he was in.
Then he’d hover (every. time.), pretending that he had things to clean in the main floor bathroom until Eddie was done, and help him back out once a towel was around his waist.
The first couple days were the worst; Eddie had next to no energy at all for doing anything , but Steve is nothing if not a gracious host; so when he was led to the bathroom on the first day he needed a shower, Eddie found a small stool in the tub already, the usual bath mat outside the tub, plus some of those stick-on grippy things were stuck onto the floor of the tub and laid out in a path on the tile to where the sink was.
They were shaped like ducks.
“Ducks, huh?”
“Yep! ‘Rubber Duckie, you’re the one’ and all that. You like ‘em?” He sang (in a perfect imitation of Ernie), genuine as ever.
“Yeah Stevie, I love ‘em.” What else was he gonna say?
Steve had set him down on the closed lid of the toilet and started the water for him, aiming the shower head away from the curtain.
“Okay, let's get these bandages off, huh? Arms up!”
Eddie obliges, raising his arms up over his head as far as they could go for Steve to carefully pull his shirt over his head.
“Sit up straight for me.” He does, and Steve gently works the two large sections of gauze and tape across his torso off.
By time he’s done, Eddie’s shaking with the effort of holding himself up.
“Okay, okay, relax,” Steve coos, “I just have to get the one on your face now, then we’ll worry about your leg.”
Eddie nods, leaning his uninjured cheek into Steve’s large palm while he works the bandage off his other cheek and jaw.
Steve’s hands are so warm, he starts to fall asleep.
“Wake up, sunshine, gotta stand you up.” Steve says, the smile evident in his voice.
Eddie nods, keeping his eyes closed while Steve helps him up, and guides him to hold onto the towel bar.
“Okay, I’m going to take off your sweats, and then I’ll lift the leg of your shorts to take the bandage off. Is that okay, Eddie?”
Eddie nods, still tired.
“Eddie, please tell me what I’m going to do so I know you heard me.”
“Pants off, leg up.”
Wait.
“Wait, that sounded wrong.”
Steve just chuckles, “At least I know you were listening.”
He does exactly what he said he was going to do, and stands back up.
Oh no, now all that’s left is his boxers.
“OK, I’m going to put this over your shoulders and clip it in front,” of course he’s already got a plan for this. Eddie’s heart swells in his chest. “Then all you have to do is shimmy outta your shorts; you’ll still be covered up. Is that alright?”
“Yeah Stevie, sounds great.” Eddie chuckles, and Steve wraps a huge fluffy towel over him. “Where’d you get a giant towel?” he asks as it’s clipped around him with a just-as-giant claw clip.
Eddie feels Steve’s chuckle against his back and fights the urge to relax backward into his arms forever.
“It’s called a bath sheet. You can take some with you when you leave if you want.”
“Hm…A few will have my plasma all over ‘em.” Eddie rationalizes, getting another chuckle from the other man.
“Alright, smarty pants, you should be secure. When you’re ready, I’ll help you get over the edge of the tub so you can sit down on the stool.”
Eddie nods, and starts working his boxers down. Once off, he looks behind him for Steve.
If he wasn’t holding onto this rack for dear life, he’d probably keel over with how hard he laughs.
“What?” Steve feigns stupidity.
“Nice mask, Steve-o.” he’s wearing a leopard print eye mask, his hair sticking out goofily on the sides from where the elastic cinches above his ears.
“I can take it off if you wan–”
“No! Leave it!” Eddie laughs, grateful Steve can’t see how red his face is right now. “Can’t have ya getting a sneak peek of the goods.”
Steve shrugs, “I’ll just wait for the premiere, then. Now!” he brushes past that (and Eddie’s spluttering), “Let’s get you settled.”
He reaches forward for Eddie’s hand on the rack, dwarving it in his, and gently guides the two of them forward, his front to Eddie’s back as support. Damn, his legs are tired.
Steve reaches out ahead of them and blindly swipes for the shower curtain once, twice, catching it on the third swipe and sliding it open.
“Okay Eds, be very careful.”
Eddie steps slowly and carefully over the edge of the tub, realizing why Steve turned the showerhead earlier. The spot he’s stepping onto is still bone dry, much safer.
“Both feet are in, Cap’n. Hold this?” He swaps his hand in Steve’s for the corner of his towel. “Gonna take the clip off and you can take the towel.”
“Got it,” Steve says, and once he’s thrown the towel behind him: “Hand please?”
Eddie puts his hand back where it belongs, and lets himself be supported while he sinks down, slowly, onto the stool.
“I’m good Stevie, thank you.”
“‘Kay.”
He straightens, letting go of Eddie’s hand and snaps the curtain shut briefly, opening the other end to reach up for the showerhead.
“Ooh, fancy.” Eddie snarks when he catches the handheld head from Steve’s outstretched arm (it was almost too far to his left to grab).
“Shut up.” Steve chuckles and closes the curtain again, talking through it now. “The head should fit between the wall and the bar there, so you can put it down if you need to, the soap you should use is on the shelf on the left with a washcloth, and I snagged my mom’s curly-hair shampoo and conditioner,”
Eddie feels like he’s gonna cry.
“...Doc said not to let the water beat down on your wounds so make sure you keep the spray away, yell if you need me or when you’re done, okay? I’ll grab my blindfold and be here in two seconds flat.”
“Got it, thanks Steve.” Eddie manages through the lump in his throat.
“No problem Eddie."
Steve’s just as careful, gentle, respectful, on Eddie’s way out of the shower; blindfold on, he keeps his arms out for Eddie to lean on while he dries the majority of the water off himself, holding him steady while he pulls on a new pair of boxers.
“I’m taking the blindfold off now,” Steve says, then does, when he doesn’t hear any complaints from his friend. “You gotta stay standing for a little bit longer, okay? Gotta get your leg wrapped up first.”
Eddie nods, trying his best to hold back how heavy his breaths are coming with the constant exertion over the past half hour.
As soon as the last piece of tape is in place, Steve lowers him back onto the lid of the toilet.
“Here, drink this whole glass.” He says, handing Eddie a glass of water and the painkillers he needs.
By the time the water is gone, he’s air dried a bit more.
Steve carefully scrunches the water from Eddie’s hair, expertly twists it up into the claw clip, and drapes the towel over Eddie’s don’t slip and die bar.
He coaxes Eddie to sit up straight again with the promise of a Star Trek marathon in order to properly apply the prescribed cream and new bandages over the worst of his wounds (“Just a little bit longer sweetheart, you’re doing great!” he says proudly).
Steve ends with the one on his cheek, and once again, Eddie is drifting off; Steve lets him doze, leaned forward onto his stomach with his head turned slightly to get bandaged.
It’s like that every time. Even after Eddie gets stronger and can get in and out of the shower on his own, bitching at Steve in frustration for his damn hovering, he’s there, ready to help him when, by the end of his shower, he’s fully beat and sick to his stomach for being mean to his friend.
Every Tuesday and Thursday, they slowly load Eddie into the beemer, Eddie would suffer through physical therapy, and Steve was there to half-carry him back to the car (and there to order Eddie’s favorite flavor of ice cream for him when he inevitably zonks out in the front seat).
Steve’s always there.
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“You were made for lovin’ me..” Eddie sings, continuing his song-thought from before (though it’s marginally worse after recording the track to the B-side of Steve’s mixtape)
It’s the first song in response to Steve’s side.
“Buckley, you’re a genius.” he mutters to himself.
The front door squeaks open then, oh shit, is Wayne’s shift over already?
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“…shut up..” he says, after agonizing through the memory of his and Steve’s first kiss. Knowing now that Steve had meant it, well, not actually, but actually wanted to have it be more of a deal… Yeah, Wayne and Robin are right. Doofus to Steve’s Dingus! Right here!
“You’ve at least got your shit together now, right? You got a plan?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry about it,” he dismisses, “Speaking of, where’ve you hidden Voulez-Vous ?”
“S’that why all our albums’re out?” Wayne slumps down into his recliner with his mug (this time, it’s the Campbell’s Soup one).
“...I’ll put ‘em away, I promise.”
Wayne sighs, but reaches down the side of his chair nearest the wall with his free hand, and returns with the album in his hand.
“Aw what the hell, I never would’ve found that!”
“A man’s recliner pockets are a sacred place.”
“Ew..?”
“I’ll leave it here fer ya, you ain’t doin’ nothin’ with it now. You’re going to bed.” Wayne emphasizes the ‘you’re going to bed’ part.
“Fine, fine,” Eddie tosses his hands up, “I’ll worry about woo-ing my man in the morning.”
Wayne’s responding “Ew.” is both muffled and amplified by his mug.
He spends the early afternoon after waking up cleaning up his mess like he’d promised, packing away all the vinyl into their designated cabinets under their kitchen bar before pulling out Voulez-Vous .
As soon as he hits stop on recording The King Has Lost His Crown (seriously, the tape had just clicked to a stop), his front door bursts open.
“The hell??” Eddie shoots up from his spot on his bedroom floor to the front door.
Dustin and Will are on either side of Max, supporting her over the threshold..
“Is she okay? What are you all doing here? You shits are lucky I just stopped recording!” he fusses.
“We were bored at my place, so we came to visit. Now stop being a Steve and grab my chair from outside.” Max commands.
“Rude.” Eddie scoffs, but does as she demands. “Your throne, m’lady.”
The two boys lower her into the seat and wheel her back in line with the couch before collapsing down on it themselves.
“So what are you recording?” Dustin asks, pulling his feet up to sit cross-legged on the cushion.
“Uh…” Shit! “…It’s a party mixtape, a couple songs for each of ya.”
Will lights up “Can we hear?”
“What songs did you use for me?”
“Yeah, what about me? I’m assuming you got some Kate Bush.”
“Calm down! Calm down, it’s a surprise, okay?
“Whose did you just record?” Will asks, ever the calming presence.
“It was one of Steve’s obviously.”
Eddie blanches.
“How d’ya figure?” Dustin asks Max, incredulous. “You can’t just know these things.”
“He came out here with ABBA in his hand. Obviously that’s one of Steves”
He did? Eddie looks over at the kitchen counter; yep, there it is. Tossed haphazardly onto Wayne’s stack of old pay stubs.
“Ooh! Let us pick the other Steve song! Where’re your other records?” Will looks around, Max starts to move.
“Why should I let you? It was my idea!”
“Uh, we've known him longer. Duh”
“I think I’ve got things covered Dusty–”
“Damn you’ve got a lot of music” Max found their stash. “And it’s a lot of regular people music too, I thought you were a metalhead.”
“Careful, Snoopy, I most definitely am. But music is music, and music is good.”
Will and Dustin are already crowding around her chair to get to the vinyl. Well, there goes all the organizing he just did.
“What about this one?”, “No way, gotta use this!”, “He doesn’t even like them, though..”
Finally, Max stops the assault on his cabinets. “Wait, you guys, I've got it!”
Eddie sighs, giving up. “Whatcha got, Mayfield?”
Part 6 here!
EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL HUSBAND WHO WILLINGLY PROVIDED HIS HANDWRITING FOR EDDIE!!! WE LOVE HIM FOR THAT!!!! ❤️
eddie calling max 'snoopy' may or may not come from my parents also calling me that when i was little and would snoop around the house looking for presents when it was close to my birthday
tag list cause y'all asked so nice to be tagged!: @hellomynameismoo, @messrs-weasley, and @manda-panda-monium
#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#st#steddie week 2023#steddie week#steve harrington x eddie munson#wayne munson#the munsons my beloveds#mixtape#songfic#(kinda)#idiots in love#hurt/comfort#familiar#im counting the gremilins knowing steve so well and basically being part of eddie and steve's family (the party) as familiar#stranger things#stranger things fic#st fic#dustin henderson#will byers#max mayfield#noelle writes
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Tl;dr: Bill gets his period at Ted's house, and Ted takes care of him!
//Period talk, blood, mentions of dysphoria
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"Fuck."
Bill huffed under his breath and put a hand to his forehead. He was in Ted's bathroom-- pants down, ass out, and... a mess of blood in the middle of his boxers. He was had been in pain since last night when he came over, but he hadn't thought much about it. When he woke up, however, he knew exactly what was going on.
He was cramping majorly, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he stared down.
Fuck!
He sat there, hands on his knees as he looked at the mess in his pants. What the hell was he gonna do? He didn't bring extra underwear. Would Ted even let him borrow underwear?
Fuck. Ted.
He had to tell Ted. Shit. Fuck. This was most non-non-heinous. He felt so embarrassed and dysphoric and sick all at once.
He looked at the door, tears finally bubbling over. It was all so much. He cried quietly, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he covered it with his hands.
"T-Ted--" His hoarse voice came tumbling out of his throat, a sharp breath in cutting him off. He was so embarrassed to have to ask Ted for help, but he..certainly couldn't just keep these on.
Ted knocked on the door. "Hey dude! You okay?"
"Could you-- uh. Hm--"
Ted pressed his forehead to the door.
"Yeah?"
"Ted...dude... I started..."
"Started? Dude, I didn't know we were racing!! I'm way behind--"
"-NO, Ted.." Bill tried his best to hide a giggle over his boyfriend's idea.
"Oh. Well what's wrong?"
Bill sighed. "My...period, dude. Shark week."
"Oh!! Hold on, let me grab some stuff, dude."
With that, Ted stepped away. Bill sat quietly, trying to clean himself up and prepare for whatever Ted was bringing him.
There was a quiet knock at the door. "Here, dude!!" Slowly, Ted opened the door and pushed a pad and a pair of boxers through.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the other stuff, dude. You go back and lay down!"
Bill took the items from his boyfriend and quickly fixed himself up. He hummed quietly and folded up the bloodied underwear, placing them in the tub before washing his hands. Drying them on his old shirt, he stepped out of the bathroom.
Quickly, lanky arms found their way around Bill's midsection and pulled him close. "My poor guy... so strong and brave..."
Bill giggled, burying his face into Ted's tshirt. It was an old one they'd gotten from a local band way back. His focus quickly left the shirt when he felt his boyfriend's lips on his face, however. He giggled and tried to push him away.
"Duuuuude, cut it ouuut--"
Ted continued, pressing soft, quick smooches to his boyfriend's face. Bill couldn't keep from giggling as he slowly made his way back to Ted's room.
He laid down, curling up and getting cozy under the blankets again. Ted was soon to follow, wrapping his lanky body around Bill's curled up form beneath the warm covers. "Hey dude, do you want any like, medicine? I think we have some--"
Bill just snuggled closer, humming quietly. "I just wanna go back to sleep, dude."
"Oh. Alright!" Ted pulled him closer and kissed his head as Bill buried his face in his neck.
It didn't take long for them to both fall back asleep, Ted's quiet snoring filling the small room once again.
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HIII!! Wrote this for a close friend who wasn't feeling too well!!
As always, shoutout to ☆ @dwaynesbbygrl ☆ for being on the taglist!! Let me know if you'd like to join! <3 ~🚬
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Then and Now
Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader
Word Count: 4500+
Rating: Fluff mostly, except for one minor scene, but I'm leaving my regular blog warning here…Mature - 18+ ONLY!
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Notes: thanks to @marvelousmermaid for the prompt and photo inspo! I've been dying to write Tommy and fluff sounds perfect!
Please excuse any typos as I'm writing this from my phone, which I hate doing.
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Tommy Miller Masterlist
This had been the work week from hell. Anything that could go wrong or take the most time possible, did. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.
I jam the keys in the ignition to my car, flipping off my place of work, immensely grateful I have the next few days in a row off. My cell rings and I groan, assuming it would be work trying to drag me back in because apparently I'm the only one who knows anything. A quick glance at the screen shows me I'm right.
"Look, I'm off the clock. I'm taking my HR approved time off so figure it out or I'll see you in 3 days."
I hang up the phone, putting the car into drive and pulling out to the main road. I must have blanked out because the next thing I know, I'm parked in front of my boyfriend Tommy's house.
I sit there for a couple minutes, completely puzzled by my arrival here before a soft knock at my window causes me to jump.
"Sorry, honey! I was just checkin' on you."
My head turns and I meet his eyes, deep brown and full of concern and love. My entire body relaxes when I see his face and, embarrassingly, I feel tears start to make their way down my cheeks. I hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks, a work trip for him butted right up against a week from hell for me.
I open my door and he's there, kneeling in front of me, his large hands on my thighs, slowly rubbing them up and down in a comforting manner.
"Honey, what's wrong?" His eyes are wide and worried.
I shake my head, willing the tears to stop as I wipe at the ones already fallen. "Nothing. Just a hard week."
"You wanna talk about it?"
I shake my head. "Not really."
He nods, rubbing his thumbs into my thighs. "Well let me know if you change your mind."
"Yeah. Ok."
We sit like that for a few more seconds before he speaks again.
"You're staying for dinner."
It's not a question but also not a strict command. It's then I realize how bizarre this must seem to him, my showing up unannounced at his house in tears.
"Shit, Tommy I'm sorry. I just.. I had a really long week and I blanked out and ended up here. I can g-"
"Don't you dare say go. Come on, honey. Let's get you inside."
One look into his eyes and he has me, those puppy eyes overriding any feeling I have where I don't want to be a burden. I nod and he smiles wide, standing with a groan as he extends his hand to me. I take it, allowing myself to be pulled up and out of the car. Pure instinct takes over and I nuzzle right into his large chest, feeling his arms close around me, hands rubbing my back.
"How's a bath sound?"
"Yes please." Tommy has one of those giant soaking tubs where I can fit my entire body and my boobs under the water at the same time. I told him once if he ever broke up with me, I was taking the tub.
A quick kiss to the top of my head and Tommy leads me inside, tossing my bag on the entryway table as he guides me to his room. He sits me on the edge of the bed, cupping my face with his large, warm hands.
"I'll be right back, honey. Just gonna pour you that bath, ok?"
"Ok."
I hear the water turn on and Tommy returns, kneeling in front of me again, helping me take off my clothes. It's not sexual but tender, Tommy taking great care to make sure I know this is for me and he expects nothing.
He helps me into the tub, a nice warm bubble bath with the special soap I had left there. He helps me settle and stands there a moment, a stray curl falling forward towards his eyes.
"I'm gonna whip us up a couple of steaks. Please don't drown."
I smile up at him. "With the promise of a world famous Tommy Miller steak? Not a chance I'd miss that."
He flashes me that smile, lighting up the bathroom. "I'll come back and check on you."
The bath helps to calm me, all the aches slowly leaching out of my body, the tension headache I'd been nursing all week with pain meds completely disappears. Once the water starts to cool, I get out, wrapping myself in one of his towels. It smells like him, wood and cologne and something distinctly him. I pull the towel a little tighter and head into the bedroom, pausing when I remember I have no clean clothes. Then I see them on the bed, one of his shirts and a pair of boxers laid out for me. Smiling, I pull them on, tossing the towel into the hamper before heading downstairs.
He's standing just outside on the deck, his back to the sliding door as he concentrates on grilling. I slide open the door and walk up behind him. Without turning, he addresses me.
"How was the bath?"
"Relaxing. Thank you. And thanks for the clothes."
"As much as I'd love to see you walk around naked, I thought you'd appreciate something to cover up with."
He glances towards me and does a double take, his eyes roaming across my body, or what he can see of it under his shirt. His pupils get wider and his eyes darker, swallowing hard.
"You-you look good in my clothes."
"You should see yourself in them." I run my hand down his back, holding it at his lower back. He shivers for a moment and then shakes his head.
"As much as I'd love to get in them with you, I want you to relax. This is about you, not me."
"Well what if I want you to?"
He lets out a dark chuckle. "Raincheck? I can see how hard you've been workin' and I know you're hungry."
I've never had a man turn down sex before. But it's not rejection - he's trying to take care of me how he can.
Before I can reply, he's taking the steaks off the grill, setting one each on a plate where vegetable skewers already sit. Everything looks mouth wateringly delicious.
"I may not be able to cook much of anything, but I can grill up a steak and veggies."
"Fuck yes you can."
Idle chatter while we eat, Tommy telling me about this asshole contractor him and Joel are forced to work with.
"It's only until the end of the month, right?" I ask.
"We're hoping we can drop him come October, yeah. September is going to drag on though. I don't know how Joel will make it another 2 weeks."
"Isn't his birthday soon?"
He nods. "Yeah. Sarah's got something planned I'm sure."
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The next morning, I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, faint sounds of Tommy in the kitchen gently bringing me awake. I'm pleasantly sore, Tommy having spent some time between my thighs after I nearly begged him to, saying it would help me relax. And it did.
I stretch, feeling the soreness and remembering the night when a quiet knock raps on the door.
"You awake, honey?"
"I aaaammm," I yawn.
I hear him chuckle and when he opens the door, I see that smile I love so much.
"Mornin' honey." Tommy enters the room carrying a tray of food, eggs and bacon with a mug of coffee and a flower set on the side.
I sit up. "What's all this?"
Tommy walks over and sets the tray down over my lap, that smile stretching wider as he takes my face in. "I made you breakfast in bed. Bacon, extra crispy, scrambled eggs with Pico de Gallo, and coffee the way you like."
I pick up the flower, smiling. "Is this from outside?"
He laughs nervously. "It…is. It's a weed I'm sorry."
I laugh, touching his hand that was leaning on the bed. "I love it, Tommy. All of this smells amazing. You're joining me, right?"
"If you want me to."
"I always do."
Tommy sits on the bed next to me, eyes bright and wide as he watches me take a few bites.
"Is it good?"
"Delicious," I say with my mouth full of food.
There's my favorite smile again as he slaps his thigh. "Good. I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast in you."
I cock my head to the side. "You sound like you're preparing me for something. Do we have plans for the day?"
He tries to hide his smile, instantly looking guilty. "Maybe."
"Tommy Miller, what do you have planned?" I can't hide the smile from my voice so I shove more food in my mouth to compensate.
"You'll just have to wait and see."
"I have no clean clothes."
A large hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. "Actually…." He gets up and walks to his closet, disappearing inside. I hear some rummaging and he remerges with a bag, handing it out to me. I take it and Tommy removes the finished tray of food so I have room. Opening the bag, I pull out a beautiful sundress, a floral leafy pattern embroidered onto the outside.
"Oh Tommy! This is…" I'm speechless.
"Do you like it? I wasn't sure but I know you like plants and I thought that color would look good on you."
His eyes are wide and round, like a puppy seeking approval. I set the dress down and cup his face, making sure he looks at me.
"It's beautiful, Tommy. Absolutely perfect. Thank you."
I pull him to me and kiss him, deepening it the longer it lasts. Soft moans between us,, Tommy pushing me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grunts, grinding into me once before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.
"As much as I want to take you right now, we're on a schedule."
I raise an eyebrow as he pulls his head from mine. "Tommy Miller following a schedule? This must be serious."
He smiles gently, tucking hair behind my ear. "I just want things to be perfect for you. I know I'm not the easiest at times."
I brush a stray curl from his forehead. "You are perfect to me. I wish you wouldn't doubt yourself so much."
"What did I do to deserve you?"
"I ask myself that same question every day."
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An hour later and we're on the road, mysterious bags loaded up into the back of his truck. I ask him repeatedly where we're going but he just gives me that same impish smile and says it's a surprise.
We pulled into the parking lot for the Blanton Art Museum, which I had been dying to check out but never made the time in the 10 years since I moved to Austin.
"You remembered?"
Tommy parks the truck and shifts in his seat to look at me. "Of course, honey. Ready to go in?"
"Absolutely."
We spent the next few hours roaming the museum, Tommy not paying the slightest attention to any of the actual artwork as he was too busy taking in my face. When I asked him what he was looking at, he said "The most beautiful piece in this place." I rolled my eyes but smiled, continuing on our way.
Lunch was street tacos from a food truck, one of Tommy's favorite spots that he'd constantly talk about. And for good reason - they were delicious.
We get back in his truck, starting to drive out of the city.
"We got a couple hours ahead of us, honey. You need a stop?"
"Not now. Where are we going?"
His lips curve up at the edges ever so slightly. "It's a surprise."
"It's a good thing I trust you, Tommy Miller, or a girl might get worried."
He laughs, chest and shoulders shaking with it. "Oh you should always be worried about me."
A couple hours later, he turns off onto a nearly hidden dirt drive, winding its way through trees and bramble. And then it clears, opening up to a beautiful cabin style house with a lake that I can see through the trees lining the back yard.
The house was exactly what Tommy had been talking about with me for months on end, asking my opinions on everything from architecture to the paint on the walls. It's like he reached in my brain and made it real.
"Tommy, this is…beautiful! Do the clients love it?"
His eyebrows pinch together. "Clients?"
"Yeah. Didn't you build this for someone?"
He's quiet a moment, studying me. "I did."
"And they're just letting you use it?"
"They won't mind. Come on! Time for a tour."
He offers me his hand getting out of the truck and I take it, loving the way his skin immediately warms mine. He doesn't drop my hand, using it instead to pull me to him and giving me a gentle kiss.
"I love you, honey."
"I love you too."
He leads me inside, his hand never leaving mine as he starts the tour. The house has 4 bedrooms and bathrooms, 2 offices, a large garage, beautiful windows that open to the outside all along the back wall of the open kitchen and living room, with a dining area. The entire place is furnished and absolutely breathing taking.
"Tommy, this is… you've really outdone yourself!"
He walks up behind me, having dropped my hand to let me explore the house. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek.
"You like it?"
"Uh, yeah! You sure the owners won't mind we're here?"
"They're good. I promise. Now wait here a moment while I unload the truck."
I nod, eyes still sweeping over the beautiful brick fireplace in the living room. Tommy takes a few trips to bring in the mysterious bags, setting some at the edge of the hallway that leads to some bedrooms and the rest in the kitchen. He closes the front door behind him when he's done and starts to take things out of the bags in the kitchen. Lots of food, fresh veggies and meats, and..a picnic basket. He puts the food away and turns back to me, grabbing the basket.
"Hungry? I have a place I wanna show you out back. And I.. I made us a…well, a picnic." He holds up the basket, a slight pink settling on his cheeks like he's embarrassed about it.
"You made me a picnic?"
"It's… not much but I thought it would be nice. If you don't want to, that's fine-"
I grab his shirt and pull him down to me, my lips pressed against his as I squeeze his shirt tighter. "It's perfect."
"Ok well you better stop with that or we'll never eat."
"Well if that's the case-"
He puts his finger over my lips to prevent me from kissing him, mock shock on his face.
"Are you trying to take advantage of me, miss?"
"I most certainly am."
His demeanor shifts, a dark lust settling in his already dark eyes. "Save it for later."
That voice was commanding and it send a shiver of anticipation through me.
He leads me out back where a nice patio and firepit sit, past the small in ground pool and through the trees at the back. You can see the lake clearly once you pass the trees, a little dock jutting out into the quiet lake.
He spreads out a flannel blanket and sets the basket down, offering me his hand to help me sit. Once I do, he sets up the picnic, which turns out to be a beautiful board of meats and cheeses, grapes and crackers. A bottle of wine and 2 glasses are unloaded as well, the cork popping when Tommy opens it and pours a glass each.
We talk about the house and he tells me it was important to the owners that it was self sufficient. They have generators that use the power of the river a quarter mile away, a greenhouse, and 2 cellars, one specification for growing root vegetables. I perk up at that as I've always wanted my own garden and to be self sufficient.
He explains they're waiting on chickens and such and that a barn will be built on the property to house all of the animals.
"They appreciated my point of view as a veteran too. Said I would know what is really needed for survival."
"Were they preppers or something?"
Tommy shakes his head. "Not exactly. Just wanted some place where they didn't have to worry about an electric bill I suppose."
"Wouldn't that be nice?"
"You'd live out here?"
I look around, sighing slightly. "I think I would. Especially if I had the right people with me."
The more we chat, the more nervous Tommy becomes, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans and stuttering a lot, which is not like him.
"Tommy… you ok?"
"What? Oh. Yeah I'm… great. More than great really."
"Are you sure? Because you look like you might throw up."
He chuckles, slightly nervous. "I love you, so much, honey. You know that, right?"
"I do…"
"Then that will make this a little easier."
He sits up, shifting his weight to his good knee as he kneels in front of me. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a small, black box.
"I have loved you since the moment I met you. You never judge me for anythin' and always let me be me. You've stuck with me through the nightmares and the good times. You're always there for me. And I hope you'll always let me be there for you too."
He opens the box where a beautiful ring sits, exactly my style.
"Will you marry me?"
Tears cloud my vision as I nod instantly, eyes shifting from his to the ring and back.
"I need a verbal confirmation, honey."
"Oh sorry, YES!"
The widest smile I've ever seen spreads across his face, and yet his eyes still contain doubt, as if he wasn't worthy of love. "You will?"
"You've had me since the moment I saw you, Tommy. I love you."
He takes my hand and slides the ring on gently. I pull him to me, laying back as my fingers pick at the edge of his shirt, finding skin there. He grunts, holding himself above me, kissing me deeply as if I would change my mind if he didn't.
"Oh there's one more thing, honey."
"There's more??"
"Remember how I told you the owners of the house wouldn't mind if we used it?"
"Yeah…"
"Well…that's because I..well we, are the owners. If you'd like?"
"You mean…we would own this place?"
"Only if you want to."
I plant my hands on either side of his face, bringing him down to kiss me. "What did I do to deserve you, Tommy Miller?"
"Must have been something bad."
He smirks as I smack him playfully. "I would love this house."
"Then it's ours."
—----
We had planned for a spring wedding here at our house, only wanting family and a handful of close friends to attend.
Of course that all changed just a couple weeks after Tommy had proposed. When the world went to shit.
I was at the cabin, bringing some boxes of stuff and more foods. I had the brilliant idea to start canning, so I brought along what I had made so far, along with other odds and ends. We had decided I would move in with Tommy at his place in the city and we would come to the cabin when we had time off.
It's very remote, so I didn't think anything of it when I couldn't find a TV station broadcasting anything. I just grabbed my book and headed off to bed.
A few hours later, I hear the door downstairs fly open and voices float up to me. Instantly I recognize Tommy's voice, but that's not the one I'm listening to.
It's Joel. The sounds he's making are unrecognizable, virtually inhuman. I have never heard someone make those sounds before then. They dug into me, pulling at every fiber of my being and I lunged from the bed, practically running downstairs, taking them 2 at a time.
Joel and Tommy are in the living room, both on the ground, crumbled into each other. Tommy is holding Joel, rocking back and forth and saying things to him that I can't discern. Tears are streaming down both their faces and I realize they're both covered in blood, Joel bleeding more from his side as if he'd been shot and it had missed.
It's then I realize Sarah is missing.
—----
20 years has passed since that day. We've been through so much shit, but so has everyone. Joel eventually left us to do his own thing, and Tommy and I eventually found a place called Jackson in Wyoming and settled down. We did get married there, with mountains as our backdrop instead of our lake house.
It had been a long week, the crops were being harvested and we were behind on preparing for the winter ahead. Tommy and I both had been working our hands raw to get Jackson ready for the season, barely having time for each other due to exhaustion.
A couple more weeks pass in this manner before a day off. Maria, who ran Jackson, insisted I take a day, as I was always the first to show up and the last to leave. And, as she lovingly said, "You're not getting any younger."
Light shines in through the window, the curtains blowing in the cool, early fall breeze let in by the propped window. Yawning, I stretch, hand automatically moving to Tommy, except my hand lands on an empty bed.
Sitting up, I rub my eyes, looking down at the empty space. Just then I hear clanging in the kitchen, followed by swearing. I hear his footsteps on the hard floors, our bedroom door being pushed open with a gentle nudge of his hip.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry honey."
"You didn't. Everything ok?"
"All good. Although we may be down a pan."
I chuckle and he moves towards the bed, a tray full of food in his hands.
"What's all this?" I ask, mouth watering slightly.
"You've been workin' so hard and I know your shoulder has been acting up. I wanted you to relax today."
"Tommy. You didn't need to do this."
"I know. And yet, here I am."
He smiles, curls falling forward as he sets the tray across my lap. It's got bacon and eggs, little tomatoes and onions cut up and added in.
"This looks delicious, Tommy. Thank you."
"Welcome, honey." He leans forward to kiss me, mustache tickling my lips.
"You're joining me?" I ask and he nods.
"If that's ok?"
I pull him closer, fingers clutching at his shirt. He chuckles as he scoots closer to me.
"Ok ok I get the hint."
We finish breakfast and lay in bed, tray put aside, and check in with each other. It's something we try to do at least weekly, wanting to be involved in each other's lives but also to make sure we have time for each other. You'd think there would be a ton of time in the apocalypse, but it's hard when survival is on the line.
"Ok time to get dressed, honey."
"Well that's a first - trying to get me in clothes and not out of them."
He smiles like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'd love to have you out of them but we're expected somewhere."
I cuddle further into his chest. "Can't we just stay here instead?"
A rumble vibrates his chest and he hugs me tighter. "I want to, honey, but we're on a schedule."
"Isn't it our day off?"
He kisses the top of my head. "Just come on."
Groaning, I get up and dressed, Tommy dressing as well. He offers me his arm as we walk out of our home, walking me down several streets until we arrive at the school.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
He pulls me inside and I gasp. The entire school had been transformed into an art gallery, pictures painted and drawn by the students of Jackson. Little messages to us both are pinned next to each of them, explaining what the pictures were about. I'm absolutely speechless.
"Did…did you do this, Tommy?"
He nods. "I did. I know you miss the art galleries and now we have one."
"I… I don't know what to say."
"I love you, honey." He kisses me and we spend more time looking at the pictures before heading out. But he turns away from our home and heads towards the barns on the top of the main hill.
We arrive at the stables and he hitches a horse to a cart, extending a hand to help me up. He loads a couple of baskets into the back before jumping up himself, grabbing the reigns and leading the horse out of the barn.
"It's pointless to ask where we're going, isn't it?"
He nods. "You'll see soon."
An hour or so later, we appear at the lake, a secluded area that we've been to before. It's always gorgeous here and even more so now that some of the trees have decided to start fall a little early.
He helps me down from the cart and grabs the baskets, spreading out the picnic before motioning to me to sit. It's simple sandwiches and veggies, but he's also somehow managed to get a piece of chocolate and my eyes grow wide.
"Where did you score that?"
"Traded with the last caravan that came through."
"Tommy, this…this was a perfect day. Thank you."
We eat in silence for a few moments.
"Do you know why I chose today?"
I wrack my brain. "Honestly I've been going non stop, I couldn't even tell you the date."
He cups my face with one of his large, warm hands. "You have been. Which is part of the reason for this day. But also… I proposed to you on this day, so many years ago, before…" He gestures around.
"Oh, Tommy." I can't help the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize what day it was-"
He puts a finger to my lips. "None of that. I just wanted to do somethin' special. I love you, honey. I'm so grateful that we've made it together and I love spending my life with you."
The tears fall now and he uses his thumbs to brush them from my cheeks. Pulling me to him, he kisses me before gently pushing me back into the blanket. I nuzzle into his chest and he holds me to him as we watch the sunset, somehow together after the end of the world.
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