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lichenettic-pos · 6 months

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THIS,,, THIS...

guys... I gotta talk about this. bear with me, it's gonna be a rollercoaster.

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Thomas having sex for the first time.

Oh boy. Oh boy. So many thoughts.

I don't care what anyone says. Thomas is a 30+ year old virgin. We stan him. We love him. We're gonna ruin him.

But first, let's talk about all the stuff in his life building up to it.

So, as I've stated many, many times before, Thomas was primarily isolated from kids his age when he was 13-14, so he didn't really have an outlet to explore anything in a safe manner with anyone. (Not that it would have been all that safe in the first place... these kids wildin')

And we also know that he grew up in a pretty conservative household (a.ka. patriotic god fearing americans), so we all know that he was most likely too embarrased and ashamed by his own attraction to explore anything by himself either. (whoo boy been there buddy)

And we know that as an older, proud, southern woman, Luda Mae most likely did not have any sort of sex talk with Thomas other than telling him it was for grown, married folks only.

But, you know what we didn't know?

Charlie wasn't around to have the talk with him either.

I was rewatching The Beginning (oh wow, really? what a surprising turn of events) and something I've heard dozens of times before caught my eye.

1952. Sergeant Major 'Hoyt' was a POW in the Korean war.

August, 1939. Luda Mae finds a discarded newborn in the dumpster outside the slaughterhouse.

1939-1952.

Depending on the month (but we can assume it was many, many months), Thomas was 12 or 13 when Charlie served in the Army.

So, while Thomas is dropping out of school and isolating himself from his family and peers, the only sense of a father figure is serving / being held captive by enemy soldiers.

And personally, I don't believe Thomas and Monty are that close. Monty doesn't seem to take any sort of interest in Thomas, and Thomas was a little too willing to chop his legs off. So I sincerely doubt he was any sort of help.

So, really, I wouldn't be all that surprised if Thomas doesn't really know what sex is. He has a general idea of the meaning and that it's reserved for marriage, but other than crude, most likely misogynistic comments from the older men in his life, he doesn't really know anything about it.

So, when he actually does meet someone (and tie the knot) and all of those feelings come rushing in, he's more than overwhelmed. It takes a long time before he can actually handle going all the way.

For the first part of your intimacy, it's a lot of soft talks and encouragement, and explaining everything to him. He has no idea how to make you feel good, so it's up to you to show him literally everything.

You have to build up to the actual sex, and even after you do it for the first time, he's going to need you to keep hold of the lead until he's familiar and comfortable with it all.

He's a mess when you finally do it. He's clinging to you, trying so hard not to hold you too tightly, a whining mess in your ear, burying his face in your neck and panting wildly. It's awkward, and bumpy, and he finishes way too fast (and you don't even get the chance) but the way he melts into your touch with that blissed out look in his eyes makes it worth it.

And trust me, he gets better. He's a quick learner, and as long as you tell him exactly what to do, he goes from a fumbling mess to making your toes curl in no time.

He spends an ungodly amount of time watching and learning what gets you going. The sounds, the sights, the movements, everything.

He could spend hours on you, but he's still new to this, so he gets distracted really easily.

He lives off praise, the more you give him the more fuzzy his brain gets until he's a whining mess. (He makes a LOT of noises). He loves when you leave scratches. (Nothing too deep or scarring, but the feeling drives him crazy). He likes when you tug his hair to make him look at you. (He's big on eye contact, specifically when you're more 'making love' than 'we've got five minutes before someone walks into the kitchen').

....Now this next thing I'm gonna say is going to upset plenty of people, but hear me out.

Realistically, I don't think Thomas enjoys going down.

I know, I know, it's a SUPER unpopular opinion as pretty much every headcanons him as being super into giving head, BUT, I have my reasonings.

It's not that he dislikes the act itself, and in fact, I'm sure he actually loves it, but we do have to remember that he has a rather severe skin condition mostly centered around his face.

This means his skin is super sensitive to certain things like strong chemicals, intense fragrances, hot water, and anything with a high acidity.

And going down with absolutely cause an irritable flare up that will hurt. A lot.

So, no, realistically, I don't think he'd do it, just for that reason.

Do I think he'd enjoy doing it if he could? Yea, absolutely, I just don't think he can.

Anyways. I don't know what this was. But it would not leave my brain, so. I guess this is my introductory to the smut I want to start writing. Who knows. We'll see.

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lichenettic-pos · 8 months

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this was supposed to be a headcanon, just me explaining that I want to see their routines bleed into each others and it turned into 3k words. So, you can also read it on ao3 here. And here are the rings I was visualizing. I hope you enjoy it <3

One of the first nights he stays over, Eddie stands outside Steve's bathroom door and asks Steve what he's doing in there.

He got in before Eddie went to shower across the hall and Eddie's clean and changed into his borrowed PJs now, and Steve's still in there, and it sounds like he's banging pots and pans inside.

Steve laughs, but calls "Don't laugh,"

Eddie swears "I would never," as Steve opens the door, and when Steve comes out with his face covered in green goo, instead of laughing, Eddie gasps.

"What's that?" Eddies asks, his finger already drawing a line across Steve's cheek.

Before Steve can answer, Eddie puts the goo into his mouth.

Steve's eyes go wide as plates.

"Eddie!" he protests "You're not supposed to eat it! What if it's toxic?"

"Is it?" Eddie asks, licking his teeth, "tastes like cucumber. But like, way too clean,"

Steve chuckles, "It is made of cucumber, its a mask. Supposed to keep your skin nice." he explains, going back into his bathroom to cover the strip that Eddie scrubbed with more of the goo.

Eddie does not hesitate to follow after him. Hopping up on the ample counter to observe.

"Well, it's doing its job well, I think" Eddie points out.

Steve tries his best not to smile. "Thanks," he says "You're not freaked out by it?" he asks,

"I think it's cool" Eddie shrug,

Steve can't help his smile this time.

"Well this works out well because I have to keep it on for 10 minutes and this way i won't get bored." Steve offers, "What were you saying about Stevie Nicks before?"

Eddie talks his ear off while Steve tidies up the containers in his counter.

Once it's time to wash the mask off, Eddie watches him, then, he dutifully washes his own hands so he can poke a finger at one of Steve's cheeks.

He says it's cool to the touch and really soft. He approves.

Steve feels butterflies fluttering inside his chest.

☀♡☀♡

After that, it becomes a habit, Eddie goes and showers and changes and when he's ready for bed he comes keep Steve company, knocks twice for Steve to open the door and once he does he walks in and takes his place up on the counter.

A few months after they get together, Steve notices Eddie staring during a lull in their conversation while Steve is going through his skin care.

He's done it before a few times in the past weeks, Steve figured he was maybe off on a train of thought but now he's curious. Eddie's got his head tilted to the side, his mouth is scrunched up like he's stopping himself from saying something and he's fiddling with his rings, and suddenly something clicks for Steve.

He's applying a mask with a little wooden applicator and he extends it towards Eddie, presents it in front of his big beautiful brown eyes.

"D'you wanna try?" he offers

Eddie's eyes twinkle. His mouth blooms into a smirk, his dimples showing up as he enthusiastically nods and cranes his neck forward, like the only possible option is for Steve to apply it for him.

Steve laughs quietly, stepping closer to him and placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Why didn't you say?" he asks, still kissing him, his lips moving against Eddie's cheeks and making him giggle.

"I don't know" Eddie says "What if you didn't wanna share it? You've said before, this stuff is personal"

Steve draws back and immediately goes back in to press kisses against Eddie's other cheek.

"Well, yeah, we have to get you your own stuff if you like it, but you can share mine for now, sunshine." another kiss. "I don't mind." and another kiss "I would love for you to share it actually" he presses one final kiss and draws back to admire his work: Eddie's smile as wide as it gets and Eddie's cheeks tinted with the softest, prettiest red.

"You have to teach me." Eddie demands "I know I've watched you do it since forever, but i don't think I can do it on my own" he adds.

Steve smiles, completely enamored "You've done it for me before. Several times" he points out

"Yeah, with you coaching me through it!" Eddie whines, "I'd mess it all up" he's so serious, Steve finds it incredibly endearing.

Steve chuckles and leans over to press a small kiss against the bridge of Eddie's nose. "Mmkay" he murmurs "we gotta wash your face first"

☀♡☀♡

Little by little, Eddie gets confident enough to do it himself. Once he understands what everything does and sees the effects it all has on his skin, he even picks and chooses the steps he wants to do each day.

Steve loves it so much he can't put it into words. And he loves that he doesn't have to do this alone anymore.

Even when they're apart Eddie calls while Steve goes through his routine, sometimes they do it together but over the phone. Even when Eddie doesn't feel like doing anything at all he still sits by him and they talk about everything and nothing. Steve never imagined something so simple could make him so happy.

☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡☀♡

For Eddie, it's even more simple but just as important.

The first time he catches Steve eyeing his rings is while he's being forced to listen to a Tears for Fears record.

Steve insists that they're good, Eddie's been staunchly refusing, but only because he likes seeing Steve get riled up. He gets bitchy and Eddie thinks he's the hottest person he's ever met.

Eddie's been trying to rile him up again as they lay on his bed and listen to the record, but Steve is not listening, his eyes are trained on Eddie's hands as he moves them around to explain his points. Once he figures it out, Eddie goes quiet for a bit, just moves a hand.

Steve's eyes follow it.

Eddie slides his skull ring off his hand and offers a waiting hand.

Steve's hazel eyes look at the ring, then at his waiting palm, then at Eddie. Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles encouragingly and Steve finally places his hand in his.

Eddie slides the ring on and off three of Steve's fingers before he finds the right fit.

"There you go" he says, his voice quiet under the music. His throat dry from all the places they're touching.

Steve raises his hand above their heads, turns it around as he looks at the ring.

"I like it" Steve decides with a smile.

"You can keep it" Eddie says, without thinking.

Steve looks at him with wide beautiful eyes. "I- I don't" he stammers,

"Oh" Eddie says "I mean, you don't have to. It's okay" he tells him.

Steve shakes his head a little. "It's not-" he seems to have trouble finding the words.

"Give it here" Eddie supplies after a beat, offering up his waiting palm again.

Steve puckers his lips and slides the ring off his hand, places it on Eddie's waiting palm for him to slide it back on.

☀♡☀♡

After that, Eddie expects the looks will stop, maybe Steve just wanted to see what it was like to wear one, that's okay.

But, that same weekend, while they're smoking, lying on Eddie's bed this time, Steve is doing it again, his eyes focused on Eddie's fingers whenever they pass the blunt between them.

Eddie tries a different approach this time.

"Which one do you like?" he asks,

When Steve raises his eyebrows, Eddie raises both his hands above their heads, clicks his rings together.

"Which one do I like the most?" Steve asks,

Not what Eddie said, but-

"Sure" he shrugs, intrigued.

"Hmm" Steve hums, bringing his fingers up to trace Eddie's rings. Eddies tries his best to suppress his shiver.

Steve finally lands on a ring, one with a deep brown stone in it.

"This one." he states quietly.

Wordlessly, Eddie hooks his right pinky around Steve's left index finger and holds on while he twists their hands around to slide the ring off his finger and onto Steve's.

"It's pretty" Steve comments, slowly disentangling their hands.

Eddie hums an assent.

Steve moves his hand around. "Feels heavy." he notices.

Eddie turns his head to look at Steve's face. "Yeah," he confirms.

He waits until Steve looks back at him to offer.

"Do you want that one?" Eddie whispers.

Steve looks into both his eyes, one after the other and the handsomest smile blooms on his face, he nods.

"If I can have it." Steve whispers back.

Eddie clears his throat so his voice is not so hoarse "It's yours" he confirms with a smile of his own.

"Thanks, Eds. I'm gonna buy one for you to replace it" Steve promises, admiring his ring.

"You don't have to" Eddie tells him, "I'm giving it to you"

"I know. I want to" Steve says.

Steve holds their blunt to Eddie's lips again, says "Tell me about your song again" and once Eddie leans up and takes the blunt, Steve hooks their pinkies together.

Eddie tells him about the bridge he found and how he can't quite find an ending.

☀♡☀♡

A week or so later they share their first kiss. Huddled together under Steve's bed covers in the middle of the night.

In between that night and the first time they tug at each other's clothes, tucked inside Eddie's van in the early hours of the morning after a very intense Corroded Coffin gig, Steve continues taking Eddie's rings and wearing them for random stretches of time.

He calls Eddie "sunshine" and Eddie calls him "sweetheart". They cook for each other and then together, they watch movies, they talk after they have nightmares, well into the sunrise. They go for swims and they have picnics and they hold hands.

Eddie takes his rings off to go to the bathroom and often he'll come back to find one missing, or, not really missing, just on one of Steve's fingers. Steve usually gives it back by the end of their hangout or the next day they see each other.

Sometimes, Steve takes the rings right off Eddie's hand and Eddie lets him. Steve tries on each and every one, and keeps his favorite, rearranging the rest on Eddie's hands in some particular way, by size, or by color, or by "symbolism" he said once. Eddie adores him.

Those rings he usually gets back within the week.

Some other times, Steve will have a specific request, he even called Eddie once to ask if he could borrow a specific ring he thought would go well with the outfit he had planned for their date the next day. Eddie was delighted.

The first rings Eddie buys for Steve are an ordeal for him. He's so nervous, afraid that Steve won't like them, or that he won't want to have any of his own (even though he wears the one with the brown stone every day), or that he'll refuse to accept them.

He tells Steve that the girl that helped him said he could exchange them even for store credit if he didn't like them. Which, is a lie, but Eddie can make it happen if need be.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to, Steve loves them. Eddie chose one of intertwined metal bands, one with the phases of the moon around it and one that looks like arms are hugging Steve's finger. Steve especially likes that last one.

After that, Eddie takes Steve with him when he goes shopping for rings.

The first ring Steve buys for Eddie, the one that's supposed to "replace" the one with the brown stone, is a sun signet. Eddie maybe tears up a little bit.

It becomes such a part of them, that soon it's virtually impossible to say whose rings are in their bedside table.

Some mornings one of them is in charge of assigning the rings. Some others whoever gets to the side table first gets to choose his rings and leave the rest for the other. Regardless, Eddie loves to sit down and watch Steve pick out and put on his rings for the day. Taking time out of his day, every. single. morning. When he didn't wear rings before Eddie gifted him one. It makes Eddie want to cling to him and press kisses to his beautiful hair.

Some days, when it's Steve's turn to assign the rings he gets a little too into it. Organizing and reorganizing them in different ways, always in neat little rows until they're five minutes late and Eddie has to force himself to say "Stevie, we have to go" even though he could watch Steve organize things and mumble around the explanations for each method for days on end.

The real kicker though, is when Steve buys rings for Eddie that are more Steve's style. He buys rings for Eddie that he would like to wear himself. Because he knows eventually, he'll end up wearing Eddie's rings, no matter what. It's such a declaration of his intent to stick around that Eddie never quite knows what to say.

Steve also plays with his rings now, just as he plays with Eddie's, fiddles with them, removes them for cooking or cleaning, puts them in his pockets or in his glove compartment, they're a part of him as much as Eddie's rings are a part of Eddie, as much as Steve is a part of Eddie.

Eddie likes when their rings clink together when they hold hands, he loves feeling Steve's rings against his skin, in the small of his back or up his sides beneath his shirt. And he absolutely adores stealing Steve's rings too, slipping them off his fingers and into his own, feeling the residual warmth form where Steve's been going about his day with this piece of metal in his hand, Eddie can think of nothing better.

☀♡☀♡

"Eds have you seen my ring?" Steve asks him one night, coming into the kitchen where Eddie's making them pancakes for dinner.

"You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific, big boy" Eddie answers, flipping a pancake.

"No, Eddie" Steve presses, the panic in his tone finally registering and Eddie immediately turns to look at him.

His hair is a mess, like he's been pulling on it, even though he was in the middle of his shower when Eddie left him to come make dinner.

"Oh," Eddie says, finally understanding he means the ring with the brown stone. "I don't have it baby, where did you see it last?" Eddie asks, turning off the stove.

"I left it in the bedside table!" Steve explains, clearly frustrated "it's not there anymore, and it's not on the drawers or on the bed or in the floor or behind the door. I don't know where it is." he finishes, tears forming in his eyes.

Eddie hates seeing him so stressed, he walks up to him and runs his hand up and down his arms.

"We'll find it sweetheart, it's okay. Did you check under the dresser?" Eddie asks.

There was a dresser in their house when they bought it, inside their bedroom. Apparently, the previous owner did not want to deal with the trouble of getting it out and as it turned out, neither did Steve and Eddie. It was a beautiful vintage piece of furniture and it was heavy as a motherfucker.

"Oh. I didn't?" Steve says, "How would it get all the way there?"

The dresser is placed across their bed, so in the wall opposite their bedside tables.

"It seems crazy, but it's happened with a couple of mine" Eddie tells him, "I'm telling you, this place is on a slant" he says, already grabbing Steve and tugging him towards their bedroom.

"Fuck, I hope it's there" he mumbles.

"It will be," Eddie assures him

"What if it went down the drain?" Steve anxiously asks,

"You almost never leave your rings in the bathroom, handsome"

"But what if I did?" Steve insists,

"Then I will go down to the sewers to get it for you" Eddie tells him as they enter their bedroom.

Steve goes to get on the floor but Eddie brings their joined hands to his lips and presses a kiss there, says "Here, I'll look" and gets on his hands and knees in front of their dresser.

Sure enough, there's a small shadow at the very back, the object nearly touching the wall. Eddie comes up to tell Steve and bangs his head against one of the dresser handles.

"Jesus!" Steve exclaims, rubbing Eddie's head for him, "Is it there?" he asks.

Eddie scrunches his eyes shut against the pain and gives Steve a thumbs up, "Mmhm, I think so," he confirms, "You have a ruler on your desk," he tells Steve

Without needing another word Steve goes and gets it for him.

When Eddie finally fishes the ring out, Steve grabs it and clutches it to his chest

"Ohmygod. Thank you" he says, leaning his head against the dresser.

Eddie gets up off the floor and drags him to stand in front of him as Eddie sits in their bed.

Steve takes a couple of moments to breathe deeply, letting go of the last dregs of his panic. Eddie clings to Steve's waist and noses his shirt up to kiss the scarred skin on his side.

Steve finally chuckles softly, bunches his fingers up at the top of Eddie's head.

"Does it hurt too much?" he asks, rubbing at Eddie's head again.

Eddie shakes his head.

Steve switches to petting his hair and softly laughs "God, I almost got a heart attack"

Eddie chuckles, leaning his chin on Steve's stomach to look up at him.

"I love you" he reminds him.

Steve traces his dimples, says "I love you", then grabs one of Eddie's hands from his waist and slides the ring on his hand.

"It's your job to take care of it now. When I'm not wearing it" Steve tells him.

"I will." Eddie promises.

Inevitably, Steve ends up taking care of Eddie's sun signet whenever he's not wearing it, just in case.

The longest they wear those rings for the other is a few months, between getting engaged and exchanging them again at their wedding ceremony.

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lichenettic-pos · 10 months

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More little Hobie stuff <3

Deffo more coming soon

Hobie x reader

Rarely y/n use.

Angst <3

Canal boat Hobie baby!!!

When Hobie said he'd rather be at your place. You were always confused. You were sure he'd have a rocking house and wonderful looking home, but after Hobie basically moved in you gave up with the whining to check it out. Leaning into accepting you'd never see his humble abode.

That was until you were out protesting and got a chunk of rubble tossed clean over a car right at you. A decent piece. One almost the size of your head. And fell to the ground with a crack, you barely remember anything except a frantic spider punk rushing over after clearing the area. You felt completely immobilized. And couldn't respond to him asking if you were okay in a somewhat frantic tone. Only able to lul limp in his arms as he worriedly gathered you up and swung you somewhere, somewhere with lots of water.

The rest was a blur. You were being moved around too much, someone kept touching your neck and getting too close to your face. And every few moments you'd let out a weak grunt noise. And the figure would jump to look you in the eyes. They weren't so colorful now. And their silhouette was comfortingly familiar. Lulling you into a small nap.

"Come on bug, oh god please-"

The voice sounded familiar.jolting you partially awake as you stirred your voice out of your throat. Which only came out as some sort of weak yowl of sorts. The figure rose from your side. Gasping as he came into view. Your lovely boyfriend, red eyed and exasperated looking. Nearly scrambling from his spot on the floor next to your oddly comfy laying area. Smelling of deep tobacco and marijuana. With a slight musk of an all too familiar cologne. Made you stir more.

"Hh...hobie?"

The prolonged 'h' of his name made him sputter. And he furiously wiped his eyes before leaning into your face. His lanky hands gently crawled around your head to cradle you as he smiled. Kissing your cheek, which stung a little. Making you whine.

"I know bug- got a bit of road rash on your face from ya' fall, but is not as banged up as your other cheek love"

His voice was kind. And he gently tilted your head in his hands. Feeling his fingers deep in your scalp felt soothing. And you leaned back into it and closed your eyes. Trying to move your arms. But they hurt like a bitch.

"Can you move good yah? Nothin not movin'?"

He leaned away to look at your body. Which he had laid on top of a black and gray comforter. Fairly straight on your back. And you gathered your strength to wiggle your hands a bit. Looking down to move your feet. That's when you see the bandages, you're basically naked, stripped down to what you believe is the shorts you were wearing and obviously one of Hobie's tank tops with nothing underneath. Which is way loose on you. And you can see bandages and gauze pads thrown all around your chest and shoulders. It hits you how much pain you're in. But you're able to wiggle all your limbs. Whimpering and throwing your head back on the bed.

"Oh god- what's wrong bug?"

Hobie get closer. Looking at your body in concern.

" it's just my chest- my ribs feel like they've been crushed- it hurts so bad Hobie…"

Your whimpers make Hobie nervous. And once again tears spring to his eyes as he lets out a sob. Which surprises you. And you turn to look at your boyfriend. Who you now see is kneeling by the bed you're in. And slowly sliding down to where he's sitting on his knees and sobbing into the side of the mattress.

"Hobie? What's wrong? Bee?"

"I couldn't save you in time bug!"

He wails. And as you move your less hurt hand to his face. He takes it in his own gangly palms. Crying out and holding it up to his face as he cries. You've never seen Hobie so distressed. And it's scary.

"I was too late and you got hurt! I thought you were gone!"

He's uncontrollably hiccuping and sobbing by now. One hand holding yours and the other tugging harshly at his wicks. Which you gasp and roll to stop him. Making you wince a bit. But being able to grab his wrist to keep him from hurting himself made you happy. But he only cried harder into the comforter below you as you held his hands. It was a pathetic sight. You know Hobie always worried about not being able to save you from the world y'all lived in. But seeing him so utterly distraught made you feel like crying too.

"Hobie.. bee. Shhh.. shh it's."

"It's not okay bug! I almost lost you- I didn't keep my promise! I said I'd keep you safe forever!"

He looks up and sniffs ugly like.hes gripping the blanket beside you like he's ready to rip it to shreds. His knuckles are losing color as he shakes and sobs. Almost hyperventilating by now.

"I saw you stop b-Breathing!- you were- you-"

Hobie is almost gone by now. Losing air to speak. You try to shush him. The pain in your body is horrible. But manageable if it meant it helped Hobie not hurt himself. So you pull his head closer. Leaning in to kiss his forehead. And squeeze one wrist.

"I'm right here Hobie.."

The brit let you take his hand up to your mouth, and you blow gently across his palm. Finishing it with a kiss.hes still having a hard time catching his breath. No doubt putting himself under all the blame for you getting hurt.

"It's not your fault. You didn't know I was gonna go right there. Or what happened next.. you were busy keeping other people safe.."

He tries to talk back, but ends up just sobbing again, slowly crawling into a stand to lean over you and hold you as gently as he can. You pet his head softly. Allowing Hobie to relax back as you coo and shush him softly. After a while you wiggle over so he can crawl into the bed with you. Breathing deeply into your neck as he lays next to you. You can't help but smile. He's still obviously upset about the incident. But now you got him gently laying one arm across your body, and he's very clearly falling asleep.it didn't stop you from realizing his soft chest seizes. Where his breathing would suddenly quicken and then flatten, quick inhales similar to a hiccuping movement. And while he relaxed. You looked at his wicks. Checking with your eyes the area he'd tugged at harshly to make sure he hadn't ruined the years worth of work on his beautiful head. Which luckily took the harsh abuse like a champ, and other than some slight dent and misshapen roots. It looked healthy enough to not fall out. Or rip easily next time.

In the time it takes for you to finally pass out. You realize you're in a small but long apartment of some kind. Till you feel the soft rocking. And it hits you, Hobie lives in a canal boat. Which softens your heart. Hobie never wanted to show you his home because he was ashamed wasn't he? The boat was a little messy, but it looked so homey, and probably was less expensive than your own apartment. But by the time you came to that conclusion. You'd fallen asleep,

#hobie brown x you #hobie brown headcanons #hobart brown x reader #spider punk x you #hobie x you #spider punk x reader #hobie brown my beloved #hobie spiderverse #hobie angst #hobie brown angst #spider punk #hobie brown

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lichenettic-pos · 11 months

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Hey guys!! First post I know,,,

Obsessed with Hobie brown. And I have a small (I mean it, small) word piece. Also like warning. In probably not very good with grammar and all that.

"Easy baby-"

The grip on your left arm was tight but not painful. Your back arched slightly as you hissed in pain. You'd asked Hobie for a sternum tattoo. Which,despite top surgery, the area was still incredibly embarrassing and tender to the touch. And even now as Hobie straddles your lap, a precaution to make sure you didn't try and whine away. You try so hard to try and free yourself from the tickling pain that rides up your chest. The tattoo was one of Hobie's very own guitar. And it was a form of claiming that you knew Hobie got the hots over when you'd talked about getting his name tattooed on your thigh. But settled for something less… obvious. And Hobie is doing his very best at finishing up the last lines. Leaning over your chest and holding one side of your body down.

"I know I know- it hurts huh- but we're almost done bug. Just a liltl' more.."

He paused to lean in and kiss your neck. You took the break to whine and gasp softly into the empty shop room. Hobie didn't own the shop, his buddy did. So when Hobie showed up asking if he could give his boyfriend a tat in a sensitive area. The guy tossed Hobie the keys and said "don't burn the place down". Which left you both alone to your whims. Which right now was you almost crying from the pain into Hobie's lips. Whining and softly kissing till Hobie gently leaned back. Readying the tat gun again. And gave you a husky "one,, two,, three!"

You didn't even realize he was finishing up at the very end. The last few details were much less painful than the rest of the piece. Which made you think Hobie was just poking at your skin with his hands.but when he pulled back and turned the gun off you whined in glee. Turning to look down at the tattoo. And Hobie quickly stopped you by turning you head away.

"Nope! No. My prince has to wait 'll I wipe ya clean first okay? May hurt a lil' "

He reached for some paper towels and a liquid you couldn't quite see. Gently spraying the towels and then wiping your chest. You whined as the beautiful design was revealed back to you.small yellow and red touch ups here and there really pulling it all together.

"Hobie oh my god.. I love it" the whine bubbled from you as you sat up and looked into the mirror In Front of you. Hobie leaned to the side and admired how your hands ghosted around his work. And he chuckled at how you warmed up to the art.

"My boy ready to get patched? Remember we got'a add the second skin so it heals good. And don't worry bug. I'll make sure ya' don't forget to take care of it"

#hobie brown x you #hobie brown imagine #hobart brown x reader #hobie x you #spider punk x you #spider punk x reader #hobie brown #hobie spiderverse #spider punk #hobie brown my beloved #atsv hobie #hobie x y/n

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God same,,

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How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them

Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂

Here we go! ✨✨✨

Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕

Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂

Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕

Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆

Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣

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Babies

I've come back with some traditional doodles

It's mostly Leatherface but there's some Horton and Jason

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You guys need to read this whole fic!!! Their master list is on their blog!!!

🤩🤩 your taking requests? Would you mind making a drabble/oneshot about how the characters ended up a little after the end of Life and Death? I dont know what direction you want to take it in so i dont want to be to specific sorry

Life and Death Epilogue

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Millie was a teenager now, and old enough to understand the situation her parents were in. Old enough to have heard all the insults and rumors that had circulated around her family since she was a baby. Sometimes it angered her. Sometimes she hated her parents. And sometimes it didn’t matter at all. She was more than her parents, and more than the circumstances had made her.

She sat in the kitchen, making coffee for you once you woke up. The most recent rumors circling the family was that not only was Thomas Hewitt alive, but that he was going to go on a revenge rampage against her mom and herself. Well, the first part of the rumor was true. Thomas Hewitt was alive, and she saw him at least twice a year. Now it was getting closer to once a month, now that Millie had her very own drivers license.

A shuffling from further inside the house alerted Millie that you were waking up. She poured the coffee into a mug, making it how she knew you liked it. Millie wasn’t always the most thoughtful kid, but you’d been taking the brunt of the Thomas Hewitt gossip. She’d heard you talking to grandma on the phone that people at work were getting a little too comfortable asking you questions about what had happened at the Hewitt home. So, she wanted to help you start off your morning right, at least.

“Morning, sweetie.” You yawned as you shuffled in the kitchen, obviously still out of it. “Why are you up so early?”

“I’m visiting dad today.” Millie replied, handing you your coffee cup. “So I wanted to wake up early.”

You nodded absentmindedly, sitting at the kitchen table. “Oh yeah?” You sipped your drink, already a little more focused. “You don’t have school today?”

“Mom, it’s Saturday.” Millie started making toast for herself. “School doesn’t happen on Saturdays.”

You chuckled, resting your cheek on your palm. “When you’re a teenager, weekends still mean something to you, I guess. When you have a job you lose track of the days.”

“Sounds horrible.” Millie joked, sitting across from you. “If you’re not working you could come with.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in response, a smile making its way to your face. Your eyes were every bit as bright as they were when you were young, but the stress of being a single parent with your life on display for nosy true crime lovers had aged your skin. You’d done your best with Millie, and even with Thomas. “Where has your dad been living lately?”

“He’s been moving closer to here.” Millie stood when her toast popped out, eating it plain without butter. “To save me the drive. Soon he might even be in town.”

“That would be nice, then you could see him whenever you want.” You sipped your drink. That would explain why ‘Thomas Hewitt Sightings’ had been all over the magazines at the grocery store lately. People were probably actually spotting him moving your way. That would explain the rumors that he was trying to ‘finish what he started’ all those years ago. “I hope he’s being careful.”

“So do you want to come?” Millie said through her toast.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” You poked her nose, laughing when she scrunched it up in response. “I don’t know sweetie, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. He probably doesn’t want to see me.”

Millie paused. Her dad always asked about you, every time she saw him. And you hadn’t really dated anyone that Millie knew of. Millie had the suspicion that neither of her parents were over the other, but something was stopping them from ever trying to be together. Maybe it had to do with how things ended. Or maybe how things started.

She knew that the family dynamic wasn’t healthy. But in a way she couldn’t quite explain, she knew her parents loved each other in a romantically tragic way.

“It’s only an hour drive now.” Millie explained. “Please?”

You finished your coffee, concerned by Millie’s persistence. It was unlike her. She wanted you to go for some reason, and she wasn’t telling you why.

“Okay.” You rose. “I’ll get dressed.”

Thomas waited in the abandoned insane asylum that Millie had picked out last time they’d seen each other. It was covered in spray paint and it was obviously a place that teens came to to scare each other and have sex in. But, Millie said this was probably one of the few places that would be empty this close to town. So Thomas waited.

He heard the car pull up, and he stood, stretching out. He was getting stiff in his old age. He heard the music in the car stop and smiled to himself, already feeling lighter now that his daughter was here. He always missed her so much when she wasn’t around.

What stopped him, was that he heard two voices. Thomas froze, realizing that it might not be Millie. Judging from the music that had been playing it wasn’t police, it was probably some other teenagers. Today of all days?

He turned to find a new hiding spot, when the voices got closer and he could actually make them out.

“I hate this damn cowlick in my hair.”

“Mom, I promise you it looks fine.”

Thomas froze. That was Millie’s voice. And yours.

He sank to the ground, his heart beginning to race in his chest. He’d barely seen you in years. Only when Millie came to visit, and you usually stayed in the car.

The anger and hatred he’d felt for you all those years ago was gone now. He’d accepted that his family knew what they were doing, that it wasn’t your fault they were dead now. That was the life they had chosen. But he’d never told you that he forgave you. And you never told him that you forgave him.

“Dad?” Millie called, snapping Thomas out of it. He rose, hurrying towards the two of you before he could stop himself. He kept his eyes on Millie as he walked up to the car, scooping her up in his arms and giving her a big bear hug.

“Dad!” She laughed, hugging him back. “Stop, you’re so old!”

Thomas kept her up in the air longer spitefully, to show that he might be old, but he can still pick up his baby like she weighed nothing. Millie laughed more, tapping out on his shoulder. Only then did he set her down.

“Dad, I brought mom this time.” Millie said, even though she knew he’d seen you.

Thomas nodded, looking over at you. You looked older, but he knew he did too. He still thought you were beautiful. He awkwardly held out his hand, and you smiled and took it, giving it a shake.

“Hi, Tommy.” You said softly. You held up a paper bag in your other hand. “I thought we’d stop by a fast food place before we came, in case you were hungry.”

He smiled, signing a thank you.

Millie watched as the two of you just stood there, just kind of looking at each other. She raised an eyebrow, slapping her dad on the back. “Well, let’s find a place to sit down and eat.” She pulled a blanket out of the back seat, looking between her parents. “Picnic style.”

She hurried off before the two of you, setting the blanket down on the grass below some trees while you two were still standing by the car.

You looked over at Thomas, giving him another smile and messing your hair again. “It’s good to see you again.”

Thomas nodded. It really was.

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