#baby hair trimmer

[jorvikzelda]

my mom offered me to yoink my cat from her house which i havent considered an option before due to my apartment being kind of small, which she reassured me was Probably Fine using facts i cannot argue with (mainly him being a lazy fuck), and also I don’t live that far off all things considered + my sister is visiting me like 2 weeks after i’d move him up so there’s like. Solutions if it doesnt work out. And tbh the amount of thought and effort im putting into it already makes me feel like im gonna be a better cat parent than my mom

[pianokantzart]

Me, stepping out of the bathroom looking like I shoved my head in a weed eater: Vive la liberté!

[abba-enthusiast]

What is it with the s-bahn and irritating noise

[gennie123]

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[vanteguccir]

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　　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N is the only person who can make Matt smile genuinely; OR 4 times that Y/N made Matt smile.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anons.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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1. Had Matt shaved his beard?

The morning started like any other in the triplets' house. The sun had barely risen over the horizon when the three found themselves in the typical kitchen, each of them still fighting sleep but ready to face another day of recording.

Nick was busy preparing breakfast, while Matt and Chris lounged lazily around the table, Chris with his head lying on the wooden surface.

"Smells good, Nick. What are you making?" Matt murmured, rubbing the drowsiness away from his eyes.

"Waffles and bacon." Nick responded in a low, slow tone, stirring the strips inside the ceramic frying pan.

"Bacon with waffles?" Chris grimaced, yawning loudly as he lifted his head, laying his body haphazardly on the chair.

Meanwhile, Y/N was still in her own world, enjoying a peaceful sleep in her shared room with Matt. However, her sleep was interrupted by the sound of a plate hitting the sink's marble counter, followed by a loud curse.

With a yawn, the girl slowly sat down on the bed, running a hand through her messy hair and running her sleepy eyes around the room, already having the idea that Matt was in the kitchen, where the sound had echoed from.

Seconds later, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, ready to start her morning routine. But something immediately caught her attention as soon as she entered the smaller room. On top of the sink was Matt's beard trimmer, an object she recognized all too well.

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked around, trying to process what she was seeing. Had Matt shaved his beard?

With her heart beating fast, Y/N ran back to the bedroom, grabbing the pajama shorts thrown on her boyfriend's gaming chair, quickly putting them on and finally leaving the room, completely ignoring her own messy appearance.

Back in the kitchen, the brothers were busy devouring the breakfast Nick had prepared. They barely noticed when Y/N walked out of the small hall that connected the room to her bedroom, her eyes fixed on Matt.

"Matt..." Her voice came out in an incredulous whisper as she approached, stopping in front of him and staring at his face intensely.

Matt looked up from his plate, smiling big when he saw her awake.

"Good morning, babe. How did you-" He interrupted his own sentence when he saw her condition, frowning in confusion and worry. "Hey, did something happen?"

Y/N swallowed hard, trying to maintain her composure, but the sight of Matt without a beard was too much for her. With a fake sob, she knelt before him, her eyes shining with false emotion.

"Matt, baby, how could you do this?" She whimpered, dramatizing every word. "You shaved your beard... The beard that I loved so much!"

The other two brothers watched the scene with wide eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or be worried about Y/N's reaction, unlike Matt, who took a few seconds to process what she had said, before a loud laugh escaped from his lips, his hands letting go of the food he was holding.

"We're done!"

Matt continued laughing, shaking his head in bewilderment.

"Y/N, did you hit your head?"

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2. Girls' night (with a masculine touch)

The night was warm and cozy in the triplets' house as Matt, Nick, Chris, and Y/N gathered in the living room. After a long day of recording and, on Y/N's part, studying, they decided it was time to relax and have fun together.

"What are we doing tonight?" Chris asked, throwing his phone onto his lap and looking around at the others, lowering his body onto the upholstery.

"Can we do our nails?" The suggestion escaped Nick's lips quickly, his eyes shining with excitement. "And maybe do some skincare."

"Like a girl's night?" Y/N smiled, straightening her posture quickly, feeling just as excited.

"Why not?" Matt shrugged, staring at his nails with a contemplative look. "But I've never done my own nails before, I always do them with Analysse."

"It's just painting your nails, like watercolor. It's not difficult, honey." Y/N waved her hand dismissively, getting up from her seat and running to her shared room with Matt, looking for her box of nail polish and nail's tools.

With their gear gathered, they arranged themselves comfortably and strategically on the couch, ready to begin their impromptu night of beauty.

Y/N led the way, skillfully beginning to paint her own nails as she explained the process.

"First, you need to apply a base coat to protect your nails." She explained, opening the base coat and carefully applying it, being quickly followed by Nick.

The brothers watched with interest, watching each movement with concentration.

"That seems easy enough." Chris commented, taking the little bottle from Y/N's hand and starting to apply it to his own nails.

Meanwhile, Matt was carefully examining the available nail polishes colors, trying to decide which one to choose. Y/N's eyes found his figure, a smile growing on her face, feeling great love for his appreciation and care for the moment.

"How about a black one with white details?" Matt suggested, holding up two bottles in the mentioned colors, showing them to Y/N with a proud smile on his face.

"It's going to look amazing, my love."

Chris quickly picked out his own nail polish color with Nick's help, returning to his seat while swinging his legs eagerly.

They dipped their brushes into the nail polish bottles with determination but soon discovered that painting their own nails wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"This is harder than I thought." Matt grumbled as he tried to paint his nails without smudging, his fingers shaking slightly as his tongue lolled slightly out of his lips in concentration.

Chris nodded, his lips pressed tightly together as he tried not to move his hand too much.

"I think I'm doing this wrong..."

"You two are doing pretty well for beginners." Y/N laughed softly, watching the brothers fondly.

After some errors, everyone finally finished painting their nails, each proudly displaying their own piece of art, even if it was a little smudged.

"Look at us, a bunch of nail professionals!" Nick joked, blowing on his freshly painted nails with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess we could consider a new career." Matt contributed, admiring his nails with a satisfied expression before raising his hands, his nails facing Y/N as he wiggled his fingers excitedly.

"It's perfect, babe, congratulations!" Y/N praised, leaning towards him slightly and sealing the back of his right hand with her lips lightly, exhaling the fresh smell of nail polish and acetone.

"Maybe we should open our own men's salon." Chris smiled, shaking his hands to dry the nail polish faster.

Matt laughed out loud, imagining the scene of them painting other men's nails with the same determination and enthusiasm they had moments ago. It would be comical.

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3. Video as a couple

Matt was nervous as he prepared to record his next video for his personal YouTube channel. It was still one of the first videos he posted there, and despite his enormous desire to make more content for his own channel, he felt an anxiety growing within him every time he thought about creating something new on his own.

Therefore, he decided to invite his girlfriend, Y/N, to participate with him in that specific one, taking advantage of the opportunity to introduce her as his girlfriend.

It's not that fans didn't know Y/N was his. They knew, and they knew it very well, but Matt never got around to introducing her as such officially.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked, looking at Y/N with a nervous smile.

"I should be the one asking you that." Y/N smiled small before nodding, holding his free hand affectionately. "But yes, I am. There's nothing I want more than to be said to be your girlfriend, baby."

With a nervous sigh, Matt began to set up the camera on the dashboard of the car, while Y/N settled into the passenger seat next to him, trying to calm him with words of encouragement.

"You'll do amazingly well, hon. I'm sure of it." Y/N said, leaning over the car console and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.

Finally, everything was ready, and Matt began recording, his voice a little shaky at first but soon becoming more confident as he got used to the camera without his brothers around him.

"Hey! Welcome to my personal YouTube channel." He began, smiling slightly at the camera. "Today I have a very special guest for you to meet."

He turned his face to Y/N with a twinkle in his eye, who waved at the lenses, opening a shy smile.

"This is Y/N, my girlfriend." Matt continued, looking at her with big heart eyes. "Most of you already know her as our best friend, and maybe you already know about our relationship, but now we're finally going public to make it official... Well, she agreed to participate in today's video, so I hope you enjoy getting to know her a little better."

Y/N smiled as she watched her boyfriend introduce her as his, her cheeks taking on a reddish hue, feeling a little nervous and shy, but happy to be there next to him.

To make things more fun, Matt decided to answer some questions asked by fans about the two of them together or individually. He selected some of the funniest and most interesting questions and read them out loud for the two of them to discuss.

"Okay, first question." Matt began, looking at his phone in hand. "How we met?"

"Well, we actually met at a friend's birthday party from our school in elementary school. Matt was trying to impress everyone with his basketball skills, but he ended up hitting the ball over one of the girls' heads." Y/N laughed, remembering the story fondly.

Matt blushed at the memory, shaking his head and looking down, trying to hide the involuntary smile that took over his face.

"Next!" Matt cleared his throat, his voice coming out high-pitched from the shyness of the previous event. "What's the secret to a long-lasting relationship?"

"Oh, great question!" Y/N clapped her hands in excitement, lifting her legs and pressing the soles of her feet onto the seat, keeping her knees bent and tights against her chest. "For me, the key is communication and mutual support. It's important to always be honest with each other and literally be there through the good times and the bad."

"For sure, I also think it's essential to have understanding and empathy for each other. Being willing to listen and understand your partner's needs makes all the difference." Matt contributed.

He looked at his girlfriend, waiting for approval and receiving a big smile in return, which was accompanied by a nod.

"What's the most memorable memory you've had together?" Matt read the next question quickly, before looking up, his eyes alight with nostalgia. "There are so many wonderful memories to choose." He reflected, thoughtfully. "But one of my favorites was when we made our first unplanned trip together almost two years ago and ended up getting lost in a small town in Italy."

"Oh my God, so true!" Y/N threw her head back, laughing loudly at the memory. "That was an unforgettable experience. I remember we went to ask for directions at a small restaurant right on the corner from one of the alleys, and there were several pastas hanging, drying. I just asked the main chief what that was, and boom, we passed all day in that restaurant, tasting different types of fresh pasta and discovering more of their culture together."

As the video continued, Matt and Y/N shared more stories, laughs, and loving moments. They answered questions about their funny habits, their favorite couple traditions, and even their future plans together.

In the end, when Matt ended the video with a warm thank you to the fans who would watch it when posted, he turned to Y/N with a beaming smile.

"Thank you for doing this with me, petal." The brunette whispered, leaning over the car console and pulling her into a tight hug, smiling widely. "It meant the world for me."

"I'll always be here to support you, Matt. And I can't wait to make more videos together in the future." Y/N smiled, feeling happy to have shared that moment with Matt.

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4. Kittens day

Y/N woke up excitedly that morning, knowing it was the day she would volunteer at the cat kennel like she always did every Tuesday. It was an activity she loved doing, and she always invited Matt to join her, but his work with YouTube always ended up interfering.

However, this time, Matt had surprised Y/N by making room in his schedule to join her. She couldn't wait to share this experience with him.

When they arrived at the kennel, they were greeted by the soft sound of meows and purrs. Y/N smiled when she saw the felines playing and snuggling on their colorful scratching posts of all possible sizes.

"It's so good to be here." She said excitedly to Matt, taking his hand as they walked through the decorated halls. "Cats are so adorable and deserve so much love and affection."

Matt smiled as he listened to her chatter about the felines, watching them and her with fascination.

The couple spent the day taking care of the cats, feeding them, cleaning their litter boxes, and, of course, playing with them. Y/N taught Matt the proper way to hold and pet kittens, and he was soon having as much fun as she was.

"I never want to leave again." Matt suddenly commented as, sitting side by side on the fluffy rug, they watched a group of kittens playing with a fur ball. "I understand why you love coming here every week."

"It's a special place, with special cats... You know, I'm really glad you're here with me today." Y/N smiled, lifting her head slightly to look at him better, feeling her heart warm when she realized that Matt was just as involved in the activity as she was.

"I'm glad too."

At the end of the day, as they were about to leave, Matt suddenly stopped, looking at a cat in one of the cages. It was an orange cat with bright blue eyes that stared back at him curiously.

"Wow, he is perfect." Matt whispered, slowly approaching the cage. "He seems so friendly."

"You like him, don't you?" Y/N smiled, following him towards the feline, noticing the immediate connection between Matt and the cat.

"Yeah, I really do." Matt nodded, his eyes shining with determination. "What do you think about having a cat?"

Y/N felt a wave of emotion and happiness wash over her when she heard him, taking a few seconds to process if she was creating things in her head, realizing she wasn't when she noticed Matt looking at her with expecting eyes.

"Oh my God, really?" Her voice came out louder than expected, slightly scaring the kitten. "Oops, I'm sorry, little kitten."

With beaming smiles and clasped hands, they went to the kennel staff to begin the adoption process. While Y/N filled out the forms, Matt kept his eyes fixed on the cat lovingly, imagining their days with the new addition.

"What will be his name, my love?" His girlfriend's voice sounded behind him, breaking him out of his reverie. Matt shook his head slightly, focusing his attention on Y/N again, an easy smile stretching across his face.

"Snuggles. His name will be Snuggles."

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[beenbaanbuun]

mothers w/ mingi

words - kind of short

genres - fluff

warnings - shaving, bad relationships with family, bad relationships with food, body issues, inherited insecurity, mingi is a precarious baby

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“do you think your ball trimmer will shave legs?” you turn and look at mingi who’s lay innocently on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through his phone. that is until your words sink in and his gaze shoots up to where you stand with the small contraption in hand.

“i guess so,” he shrugs as he turns his phone off and puts it straight down. you ignore the way his eyes furrow as you turn it on and inspect the blades close up. you don’t know how close the shave would be, but you guess in desperate times, that doesn’t really matter. at this point, any shave will do.

you switch it off again and nod to yourself, placing it on the dresser before going through your drawers to grab your other things ready for a shower. you pick up a plain blue pair of cotton panties that despite not being sexy at all, you’re sure mingi will find an excuse to rip off of you post shower. then you grab your comfiest sports bra that again has one too many holes to be considered sexy. finally you grab one of mingi’s shirts - an oversized one that seems to have taken permanent residence in your pyjama drawer - and begin to head to the bathroom with your boyfriend’s ball trimmer in hand too.

“hang on a second, baby,” he calls out after you, scrambling off the bed and rushing towards you until you’re close enough for him to swaddle in his grasp. arms wrap around your shoulders, pinning you to his chest, “what do you think you’re doing?”

you lean back against him, enjoying the impromptu hug more than you’d care to admit.

“shaving my legs,” you close your eyes as you inhale the familiar peppery smell of his cologne; it’s warm and invades your senses, just like him, “i lost my razor so i need to use this.”

“why are you shaving your legs?” he asks, not quite satisfied with your reply. probably because you’d stopped bothering with that sort of thing pretty soon into the relationship. it’s a lot of effort, and your hair seems to be the last thing on mingi’s mind when he saw your legs. mostly he just thinks about what’s between them and how he’s going to get to it. he hardly even pays notice to the prickly hairs that run up and down your skin.

“we’re going on holiday with my mother,” you grumble in reply, “i have to be prepared.”

ah yes; the monster-in-law…

she’s a lovely lady for the most part, inviting mingi into the family with open arms despite the fact that she obviously wasn’t expecting him when you said you were bringing a boyfriend home. its clear she doesn’t approve of the way he dresses, or the nail varnish that coats his fingertips, but that doesn’t stop her from treating him like her own son. he gets the biggest portions of her home cooked meals and the first pick of desert. she calls him handsome when she sees him wearing something she likes, and compliments his uniqueness whenever he’s wearing something that’s a little more outlandish for her old-fashioned taste. she thinks he’s brave when he colours his hair in an outlandish fashion, and gorgeous when he wears it black. all in all, she’s a pretty lovely woman once you get past the hard shell of her traditional values.

and, of course, if you ignore the way she treats you.

to be honest, mingi is impressed at how resilient you turned out after living with that woman for 18 years. constantly having your self esteem torn down can’t be good for someone’s mental health, and yet you made it out the other side with a relatively normal relationship with your body. you have a healthy relationship with food, if you don’t count the days when mingi has to coax you to eat just a little more, and the days where he’d find you scrutinising yourself in front of a mirror are, for the most part, long gone! sometimes you tell him it’s because of him you feel so comfortable in your body; he refuses to take any of the credit for your own inability to be broken.

in fact, it’s only moments like this that he begins to see cracks in those walls you’ve built up. moments when you know you’ll have to see your mum soon. it’s like alarm bells go off in your mind reminding you that you haven’t quite met her standards yet. eat less because ‘you’ve gained a bit weight recently; you ought to keep an eye on that’. shave your legs because ‘as a woman you shouldn’t have hair on your legs; it’s just not natural’. buy expensive skincare products because ‘acne? at your age? you really should take better care of yourself’. it’s these moments that mingi can see the damage done. that he really has to take care of you.

“you shouldn’t listen to your mum,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head and gives you an extra tight squeeze with his gangly arms, “they’re your legs, not hers; you only ever have to do what you want to with your body.”

“i know,” you say, leaning your back into his sturdy chest. he’s so warm and cosy, so reliable and strong. the small smile that rises to your face as he holds you close is involuntary. you guess you’re just so in love that you can help it, “she’s just so hard to be around when i’m not absolutely perfect.”

“well then i don’t see the issue here,” he lets you go for just a few seconds, spinning you around until you’re facing him. once more he encloses you in his grasp, a loose grip around your waist just to keep you close, “you’re already perfect, baby.”

“you’re so cheesy,” you giggle. he laughs too. in that moment nothing matters to you but him.

“it’s not cheesy if it’s the truth,” he bends down and presses a firm kiss to your lips, “perfect, perfect, perfect baby.”

[dancingtotuyo]

11. up from the dust, inconceivable love

Woman | Joel Miller X Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Ellie learns the truth. Your family gains a member.

Tags: Joel Miller X Female Reader. Age Gap (13/14 years). HBO Characters. Mostly cannon compliant for show & game. Timeline is changed.

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy related things, angst, hurt & comfort and no comfort?, self worth issues, canon violence, anger, child birth, spoilers for TLOU 2 (we’re entering the timeline that starts to burrow things for part 2 of the game)

Notes: huge thank you to my constants, my rocks @ramblers-lets-get-ramblinand @janaispunk for beta reading and letting me yell and scream and break their hearts.

If you have checked out Before, I would encourage you to do so for more backstory on our dear reader! The final part is out now!

Words: 5352

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“What do you think of Peace?” You ask, propped up in bed, hand over your swollen stomach. You’ve gained more weight this time, probably because you’re not in the throes of grief. 

“I mean, I’m a fan. I hope everyone is.” Joel says, trimming his facial hair with the bathroom door wide open. 

You bite your lip, admiring the expanse of his bare back. If getting out of bed wasn’t an event, you would be behind him right now, kissing his shoulders. 

“No, as a name for a girl,” you say. Joel turns around looking at you like he’s contemplating checking you into a psychiatric ward if those still existed. “A middle name, not a first name.” 

Joel sets his trimmers down, leaning in the doorway shirtless. “And what would her first name be?” 

“Willow.”

Joel furrows his brow stepping into your bedroom, your shared bedroom. “Darlin, I know we live in a commune, but we’re not hippies.”

“You bring me wildflowers and we walk barefoot through the fields. I wouldn’t be so sure.” You can’t help but laugh. Joel cracks a smile. “Do you have suggestions then?”

“Thought about naming Sarah- Katherine.”

You make a face. You know one too many Kates and Katies even in Jackson.

“It’s not a bad name,” Joel chuckles. 

“Neither is Willow.”

“Is this your way of telling me you’re a hippie?”

“Would you leave if I said yes?”

Joel shrugs “I don’t know, but I knocked you up so I guess I have to stay.” He crawls into the bed. His head is level with your stomach as he watches for movement. 

You roll your eyes. “How romantic.”

He grins up at you and then his eyes are back on your belly. He rests a hand at the top, staring, waiting in wonderment. Neither of you can believe this is all real. Your baby moves around all the time, kicking your bladder and lungs, signifying life. A life you did not think would make it. 

You thread your fingers through Joel’s soft brown hair. The outline of a foot appears and then disappears. Joel’s eyes sparkle and he kisses the same spot. He’s soft and gentle. In these moments, all your anxieties are carried away like leaves on an autumn breeze. This is your peace. 

“What other names did you have picked out for Carter?”

You bite your lip. “We didn’t have any other boys' names.”

“And if he’d been a girl?” He’s still enthralled with your stomach as if there’s been an enchantment cast over it. 

“Sarah.”

His head snaps up. 

“Tommy and I talked about her a lot when I was pregnant. She was on my mind… being a part of Sarah’s life made me realize I wanted a family… even in this world where I had no right to do so.”

You keep playing with his hair. His eyes go glassy making you wonder what memory is playing behind his eyes. You stay like that until Joel is ready to talk. Eventually, he sits up, clearing his throat. His lips touch yours. 

“What about Willa?”

You tilt your head to the side. You don’t really see how it’s any different than Willow, but you’re not going to bring that up. “I like it.” 

“And Miles for a boy.” His smile returns. He doesn’t tell you that he’s positive you’re having a girl.

“Miles is an old man's name!”

“Good, then he’ll grow to be an old man.”

You take in a sharp breath. It’s just an offhand comment, but it carries so much weight. It’s a stark reminder of the heaviness of the world, and the twinge of guilt you feel bringing another child into it. 

Joel takes your hand, kissing your palm. You see it in his eyes too. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’tve-”

“It’s okay.” Your fingers comb through his hair. He leans into your touch. His grays are more noticeable than they were a year ago, but the brown still outnumbers them. 

“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?” he asks.

“I don’t know… I- I haven’t really let myself think about it until today.” It's true. The fact of the matter is you’re within a month of your due date. You and Joel are so close to welcoming this baby into the world and are wildly unprepared. 

“We’re getting close… We need a crib.” 

“The one I used for Carter is in the attic.”

“I can bring it down in the morning.”

“I need to get some baby clothes. I traded all of Carter’s.” 

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do, Mama,” Joel smiles, kissing your forehead. He still hasn't told you about the swaddles and onesies tucked in the back of his drawer, but it seems you’re finally ready for them.

You cock your head to the side, contemplating the nickname. There’s a mix of emotions with it. You’re already a mother. Joel is a father, but this is a life you’re bringing in together. It’s uncharted territory for both of you. Sarah’s mom was out the door before she was six months old. Neither of you have done this part with a partner before. 

A sharp knock on the front door pulls your mind from its wandering. Joel’s brow furrows, rolling out of the bed. People don’t knock on your door often. They usually barrel right in, unless it’s bad. Your stomach drops. 

Joel is out of the bedroom, shrugging on a shirt. Dina’s voice calls through your home. “Hello?” She sounds worried, desperate. 

You swing your legs over the side of the bed. It takes more time to stand these days. If you try too quickly, your head rushes making you feel dizzy. 

“Dina? What’s wrong?” Joel’s at the bottom of the stairs now, but his voice carries. You have to stop at the top of the stairs to catch your breath. 

“Ellie is gone.”

You freeze, grabbing the railing for stability. “What?”

Joel turns around, worry etched in his face. “Where did she go?”

“I don’t know. She mentioned something about the Fireflies and a hospital, but she wouldn’t talk to me.” You make out the flicker of hurt in Dina’s face. Those two tell each other everything, or most things. You’re not sure Ellie has told her about her immunity. You all keep that one pretty close to your chests. 

“Shit,” Joel mumbles. He glances between you at his back and the front door in front of him. You see the push and pull. He needs to go after her. He needs to be here for you. 

His eyes settle on you. Your hand settles on top of your swollen belly. He’s looking for permission. You want to give it, but what if he’s needed here before he gets back. 

“She’s been off lately. I don’t know why. She won’t talk to me.” Dina seems to sense the silent conversation going on. “I can go after her, but-“

“No, I need to go.” Joel swings back toward the teenager, both hands placed on his hips. You try to bite back the panic rising inside you. He’ll be fine. They’ll both be fine. “Do you know when she left?”

“Probably sometime before the sun came up. Shimmer isn’t in the stable.” 

Joel lets out a ragged sigh, hands running over his face. You try to keep the tears away, your hormones making it difficult. 

“Will you let Maria know I’m going after her? I need to pack.” 

Dina nods, her eyes flickering up to you before she’s gone in a flash of dark curls. Joel turns around, hand resting on the banister at the bottom of the stairs. You swallow and walk back into the bedroom. 

It’s silent at first, nothing but the sounds of draws opening and closing and the soft slaps of his leather saddle bags. You sit in silence at the edge of your bed, chewing on your lip as you watch him. Ellie needs him. It echoes on repeat in your brain. 

“I can probably catch her. We’ll be back in two weeks if I don’t.”

You stare down at your ever growing belly. You could easily be pregnant when he returns, but what if you’re not? You’re fairly certain you’ll have this baby sooner rather than later, but Ellie needs him too.

“Why does she want to go back to Salt Lake?”

Joel freezes for a second, like he’s contemplating his answer. It sets an uneasy feeling in your bones. “I don’t know. Maybe she thinks some of the Fireflies are still there? That this whole cure business is still an option?”

You nod, thoughts drifting to her face when you looked at her blood a couple months ago. She looked desperate. You hadn’t seen her like that before. It was almost unnerving, like the need to be needed by humanity had returned tenfold. It made you wonder if you’d been there for her enough these past few months.

“I have to go after her.”

There’s a desperation you don’t quite recognize in Joel’s eyes, sending a thread of dread through your body. Is he leaving something out? Not telling you something? You nod, biting your lip. “I know.”

He lays his hand on your bump, fingers stretching out over it. “We’ve got time.”

You nod. “Hurry back, and be safe, okay?”

Joel kisses your forehead. “Always.”

He rides out thirty minutes later. 

You try to stay busy while they’re gone, cleaning the clinic and the house thrice over as the nesting and anxiety sets in. You ask Tommy to get the crib out of the attic as you prep the corner of your bedroom for the baby, wiping it free from the dust and cobwebs. 

Maria hosts a small get together for you pulling together some semblance of a baby shower, something you hadn’t had with Carter. It's nice, but you feel like they skirt around the questions nagging in their brains. Where did Ellie and Joel go? Will they be back in time? You don’t have answers. You have the same fucking question. Will they be back? 

The braxton hicks kick up, so much so you think you’re in labor ten days after Joel rides out. The fear that courses through your body is so paralyzing that you just lay in bed. Your body tenses with the memory’s of Carter’s labor. It’s not the physical pain of it, but the emotional rollercoaster you went through, alone. You’re not supposed to do this alone this time.  

Then, the contractions stop with no explanation and you fall into a restless sleep. You miss Joel, his warmth and comfort. His unspoken love that fills the room. You’re becoming more comfortable with the idea of it. 

You miss Ellie too, worried about what she’s going through. Providing it’s still vacant, Salt Lake won’t hold any answer for her. What lengths will she go to? How many miles will she travel in search of answers you believe don’t exist? How will she handle reality? 

You see the differences in Carter too. In his mind, Ellie and Joel have always been here. Two weeks without them feels like a lifetime to him, and to you. 

On day twelve, your front door flies open as you come down the stairs. Ellie bursts through looking frantic and frazzled. Her short cropped hair sticks up in certain places. Dirt smudges her forehead. You’re too relieved to see her to worry about her appearance. If anything, it’s expected after two weeks of travel, but your relief is short lived. 

“Did you know?” She yells. The door stays wide open behind her, rage flaming in her eyes. 

“What?” 

“Did you know?”

“Know what?” You step toward her, reaching out, but she backs away like a wild animal.

“He killed them! All of them!” 

“Killed who? Ellie, take a deep breath.”

“Joel! He killed the fireflies! They had a cure!”

Your breath catches. It’s not that Joel has killed people. You know about the years he spent as a raider. You know the cost of surviving in this world, but this isn’t the story you have been told about Salt Lake. When you asked him why she would go back, he lied. He knew. Knew the story hadn’t lined up in Ellie’s mind. 

“So he lied to you too!”

“Ellie!” Joel is stern as his frame fills your doorway. 

She spins around, the week of silence she spent next to him on the road back, wrath bubbling over and focused on him. “Tell her! Tell her, Joel!” She steps toward him. “Tell her what you did!” She shoves against his shoulders. 

“Ellie…” He repeats her name, softer this time. 

“Don’t do that!” She turns back to you, tears streaming down her cheeks. “They were going to make a cure from me, and you stopped them! You slaughtered them!”

“They were going to kill you!”

Your eyes widen, and it makes sense. Why Joel hasn’t talked about it. Why he needed to go after her. Why Ellie feels so useless. She’d been promised the cure. He’d taken that from her with a facade of an excuse.

“You should have let them!” Ellie screams until she pushes past him, rushing out of your house. 

Joel lets out a sigh, defeat evident across his features. You can’t even enjoy their homecoming, their safety, your head spinning too much. 

Joel shuts the door behind him, stepping closer like he’s expecting an embrace, but you step back, a mother’s anger building in your bones. He looks surprised. “Sweetheart…”

“You lied to her.”

“I protected her.” Joel’s eyes narrow. He’s tired and irritable. Neither of you expected a fight to ensue the moment he got home. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“You’ve watched her struggle with this for years!” 

“They were going to kill her!”

“Have you listened to anything she’s said?” 

You almost don’t recognize the Joel in front of you. He looks like a shell of the assured, warm man you know. You wonder if this is the version of Joel Tommy used to speak of. The one Joel has told you about during those late night chats when you spilled the depths of yourselves to each other, or you thought you had. The one who floated through his days, barely living. 

“I couldn’t lose her!” 

“Except you did!”

Joel straightens, shoulders setting in denial. “She’s alive! That’s what matters.”

“You’re missing the point!”

“You’re saying I should have let them go ahead with it! Let them cut open her head for a cure you don’t believe is possible!” 

Fire blazes in Joel's eyes. You see it. There’s no rationalizing with him about this. In his eyes, there were no choices to be made. He did the only thing. It doesn’t matter what else he has to sacrifice, she’s alive and that’s all that matters. “That’s not-”

He scoffs, cutting you off. You see the pain and hurt ripple through his body, causing him to step back from you. “Sure sounds like it.”

“Joel!”

“Don’t.” He yanks the front door open. “I can’t be here right now.” 

He disappears across the threshold in the blink of an eye leaving you with a mountain to process and a growing tension across your stomach.

Joel knows he’s in the wrong. He knows he shouldn’t have lied to Ellie, held the truth from you. He’s a grown man, of course he knows what’s right and wrong, but that admittance doesn’t do anything to calm him. He needs to get out. Out of the house. Out of the walls into the open. It doesn’t matter that he just came from two weeks out there. 

He sneaks over the wall with more ease than he should be able. Instantly, he feels the tightening in his chest begin to ease. He paces the outside of the wall like a caged animal, the series of events reeling through his mind. He doesn’t realize how much he’s been pushing it back since they left Salt Lake. Her words, her pleas, over and over. She’d given him every opportunity to tell her the truth and he kept the lie going. 

There was no cure. The words he’d utter to her after they found that couple, one dead the other infected while out on patrol. 

He’d almost told her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t lose her. Couldn’t risk it.  

His pacing becomes more frantic as he remembers the fear he felt at the thought of losing Ellie, the fear that pushed him into wiping away every firefly that crossed his path. The same fear that put lies in his mouth before he had time to think, that kept him from telling her the truth. He knew this would happen one day, but hadn’t been enough. He’d kept it from everyone, including you. 

Tell me, she had pleaded with him, begged him and he still felt the pull to replace his lie with another. 

She’d had to poke and prod to get the words from his mouth. Had to threaten to leave before she got the truth. That hurt almost as much as the fallout. Everyone thought he was a better man than he actually was. Ellie, you, himself, but when it came down to it. He failed that test. Good men don’t make someone threaten to leave to get the truth. 

I’ll go back, but we’re done.

Joel wears a path in the fresh grass beneath his feet, letting the spring chill take over when the sun sets, leaving him in darkness. Ellie had kept her word. He’d never heard her stay quiet for so long. The loss had begun to settle in with her riding next to him. 

Joel’s muscles ache from two weeks out on the road. He misses you and Carter. He hasn’t even touched you yet. Will you let him? 

Getting over the wall from the outside proves more difficult than it had the first time. Which is a good thing, but had Joel feeling every one of his 59 years. Embarrassment creeps over his cheeks with each step toward your home. The one he shares with you, but he feels like a guest as he climbs the steps. He doesn’t catch a glimpse of you or Carter or anyone else through the windows. 

The house is silent when he enters, no signs of life except for the faint buzzing of light bulbs. His brow furrows. You wouldn’t have left the lights on if you weren’t home. Then a faint sound comes from upstairs, movement at the very least. He follows it, placing his hand on the closed bedroom door before cracking it open. 

Soft groans come from behind the cracked bathroom door followed by a whispered curse. Maria's voice follows. Joel’s throat drops into his stomach. His boots echo off the wood floor as he crosses the room. “Sweetheart?” he calls, staying on his side of the door. “Is everything alright?”

“Joel? Get in here,” you groan out. 

It sends some reassurance through him to hear you so clearly before he swings the door open. His eyes go wide at the sight of you in the tub, sweat staining your skin as Maria kneels next to you. “Shit, are you?”

“Make yourself useful and hold my hand.” 

He nods, kneeling beside you. Maria stands, grabbing a few instruments from the bathroom sink, she gives Joel a look that lets him know you’re near the end of labor. Your baby will be here in minutes. It sends a rush through him. “I’m sorry, Darlin.”

You grab onto his hand tightly. It’s wet from the bathwater sloshing around you as you fight to get comfortable. It’s a useless pursuit, but it doesn’t keep you from trying. “Can we do the apologizing later? I’m kinda busy at the moment.” 

“Yes,” Joel takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his ears. He squares his shoulders next to you, giving an air of assurance you know he doesn’t have. “I’m here for whatever you need.”

“I think you missed most of it.”

“Not that you’ve had much to miss,” Maria says, stern. She pissed at him, which is more than fair given everything. You’d had some time to explain what happened. “We tried to find you. Her labor progressed pretty quick.”

“Speaking of which-” You let out a gasp, face twisting in pain. “I think the baby is crowning.”

“She must be in a hurry,” Joel says. 

“She?” 

“Just a hunch.” Joel smiles, kissing your head.

For the next few minutes, the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Your fight never happened because there’s only one thing on your minds, bringing your baby into the world. The world goes silent again, but not in a bad way. A way that makes you feel at peace, Joel’s warm hand in yours. It doesn’t take long until she announces her arrival with a fiery scream once Maria pulls her out of the water. 

You hold her close, tears of relief gathering in your eyes. Joel leans in, his forehead pressed to your temple, arms wrapping around you and your daughter as she pulls air into her lungs. 

“You did great, Sweetheart.” He whispers into your hair as he kisses your cheek, cupping your daughter’s head. “She’s beautiful.”

Your eyes flicker between him and your newborn. It’s the moment you’ve been envisioning for months, the one you thought you’d get with Gabe when Carter was born. A little piece of you mends. Your child soothes against your skin. 

After you’re both cleaned up, Joel helps you into bed, then settles beside you. She sleeps in your arms, tiny fist clenched around one of Joel’s fingers still curled up in your softest bath towel. You brush her cheek softly. 

“I believe we decided on Willa Peace?”

“Did we?” You tilt your head to the side, a grin verging on your lips. “I thought we weren’t hippies.”

Joel shrugs, tracing your shoulders. “I had a lot of time to think about it the past couple of weeks.”

“Joel…”

Dirt still traces over his face. He hasn’t had time to clean off since he got back. You catch the faint smell of sweat on his clothes and skin. “I know.”

“I would have done the same thing to save her. You know what I think about cures.” You keep your gaze on your child. It only reminds you what you brought her into. “You lied to her over and over when she needed the truth.”

“I was trying to protect her.”

“I wish you would’ve told me.”

“I know.”

“This only works if we’re open with each other.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are.” You bite your lip. “I’m going to need some time with this one.”

Joel nods, arm wrapping around you. “I know.”

You lean into him, enjoying the quietness that surrounds the three of you.

“Willa Peace Miller,” You smile. “Has a nice ring to it.”

“Yeah.” Joel hums beside you. “Can’t believe she’s actually here.” 

“And we’re both okay.”

He nods, and neither of you can tear your eyes away from the precious little being in your arms. You hang on every rise and fall of her chest, everything micro movements, the soft flutter of her eyes that never quite open. It all feels so fragile, so sacred. 

You remember similar moments with Carter. When the grief and the world got too loud, you would lay on the floor or bed with him on your chest asleep. The weight of his small body was a tether that kept you from flying away. 

Even in this moment, as your heart inexplicitly expands, you feel that thread of fear winding itself through your body. Another person to love and protect. Another person to keep from the jaws of the world. Another person you can’t bear to lose. 

“You know,” you say, pulling Joel’s attention. “If you were ever gonna pull those baby clothes and blankets out of your drawer, now would be the time.”

His brow furrows and then eases with realization. “How long have you known they were there?”

You let out a soft chuckle. “I washed them the next time you went out on patrol. I wasn’t going to leave those filthy things in your drawer.”

“You were going through my things, I see.”

“Next time don’t try to hide something in your drawer from the person who washes your clothes.” 

Joel laughs, easing out of the bed to fetch the items from the drawer. “Got it, I’ll be sneakier next time.”

“Can you get the onesie with the yellow flowers?” You bite back a smile. He doesn’t know how you often pulled the drawer open and just gazed upon the items. It helped you visualize it all even when the fear threatened to take over. Another child, and here she was. You’d been most drawn to the little yellow flowers. 

Joel laughs, grabbing the onsie and the swaddle with little yellow flowers to match. You’re gentle with her as you work the small article of clothing over her tiny body. It’s a bit baggy, but you can’t complain. It just means she can wear it for longer. She sleeps through all the jostling as if she’s fully absorbed her middle name. 

She’s settled back into your arms when a soft tap echoes on your door. “Mommy?” Carter’s voice comes through muffled. 

“You can come in.”

The door flies open as your son bursts through the door, grin spread wide on his face. Ellie stands behind him, looking like the space might envelope her.

 ��Aunt Maria said I have a baby sister.” 

“You want to meet her?” you ask. 

Carter nods eagerly, dashing toward your bed. Joel catches him before he can jump onto the bed beside you and potentially on you. 

“Daddy!” Carter’s eyes go wide. He hasn’t seen Joel in almost two weeks. 

Joel laughs, arms tightening around the boy. “Hey, bud.”

Your eyes meet Ellie’s. Her eyes are red, bags deep underneath. You motion her next to you. She hesitates before sliding onto the bed beside you. She’s timid, keeping to the edge, eyes flicking over you and Willa. 

“You can get closer.” 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I never got to hug you earlier.” 

She looks down, eyes scanning over your comforter like she’s reliving her homecoming. Once she’s close enough, your arm slips around her shoulders, tugging her close. She nuzzles into your side like a child seeking comfort. “You’re alright?” she asks.

“Yeah… we both are.” You say, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything.”

“But I’m still sorry you’re going through this.”

Ellie seems to sink into your further, eyes pinned to Willa. She doesn’t answer you. She doesn’t look at Joel as he sinks next to you with Carter, but you feel her tense when he does. 

“What’s her name?” Ellie asks. 

“Willa,” you reply. 

“Baby Willa.” Carter grins proudly. 

And the five of you sit there together in silence. You try to push it out of your head that it’s the last time you all might be together for a while. Even now, you feel the underlying anger rolling through Ellie’s body. This is a wound that’s been festering. It’s going to take time to heal. 

Eventually, Ellie slips from your side without a word to leave. She’s barely out the door when Joel goes after her. 

“Ellie,” Joel says, catching her on the front porch.

Her head whips around, expression set in stone. “I’m here for them, not you.” She keeps her voice low to not be overheard by nosy neighbors. “They’re my family. Do you understand?” 

Joel’s apology catches in his throat. He’s been apologizing the whole way back from Salt Lake. He knows there’s nothing he can say to rush this process. He made a decision, and these are his consequences. “Yeah… I got it.”

“Good.” 

She doesn’t give him a chance to say anything else.  

The bed is empty next to you, the sheets cool to the touch. Your eyes blink open. Cool moonlight shines through the window. You glance at the bathroom door. No light shines through the crease. Joel’s name is on your lips, interrupted by his voice. 

“Do you like the butterflies?” 

You turn to your side. Joel sits next to the crib, talking to Willa. She’s awake, moonlight reflecting off her big eyes. She’s content and still. 

“Your big sister liked butterflies. When they come out in the summertime, I feel her around me.”

She stares at Joel, mesmerized by his voice. Your eyes float upward to the mobile Joel made. He hadn’t explained it to you, but you already knew. Sarah had pinned them all throughout their Austin home. You keep one stuck to the window above the kitchen sink. There’s one tucked in his nightstand drawer. 

“I think she sent you to me.” He lets it sit there, contemplating the weight and depth of what he said. “I think she sent you to me, your momma, Ellie, I suppose she’s your big sister too, Carter. All of you.

“Her name was Sarah. She would have loved you.” He chuckles. “She used to ask me for a baby brother or sister. I didn’t know your momma yet… Well, I guess I did, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

You stifle a laugh unsuccessfully. Joel’s eyes lock on yours. He smiles, shooting you a wink. He looks younger under the moonlight, more at ease. The creases in his skin are less apparent. 

“Your momma, she’s quite a bit younger than me.” The smile stays pinned to his face. “It’s not so creepy now- least that’s what she tells me- but it would’ve been then, and I was a decent fella back before the world went to shit. Besides, between you and me.” He leans closer to Willa’s ear, but his eyes are still on you. “Your momma had a pretty big crush on me back then.”

You groan, heat flushing your cheeks. It shouldn’t be embarrassing, but it is. You chuck his pillow at him. Joel catches it, laughing. It’s the kind that sits deep in one’s chest and bubbles up with the purest kind of joy. You can’t help but smile. 

He slowly stands, grunting as he does. You hear the familiar pop of his joints. He leans into the crib. You notice Willa’s eyes have fallen shut. “I love you, my little wildflower.” He kisses her cheek before falling back into bed next to you. 

His arm wraps around your waist. Pulling you close, he steals a kiss on your forehead. “I’m getting too old to sit on the floor like that.”

“You’re getting too old to have a newborn, yet here we are.” Your fingers run through his hair. 

“Still can’t believe she’s here… you’re both healthy.”

“Neither can I.” You glance back at the crib. She’s just a few days old and already, you can’t imagine life without her. 

Tears well at the corner of your eyes. Your heart has grown so much. You thought you couldn’t open it to more people, yet here you are. The you of 4 years ago would be too terrified of losing this life to give it a chance, the price of pain too high. Yet here you are, embracing it, taking that risk, because this is living, and the love and belonging far outweigh the potential for pain even as it grows with every passing day. You fell into the trap,and it’s a crowded one, but it’s a happy one. 

Joel kisses your cheek. “You should get some sleep before she wakes up hungry.” 

“Mmm,” you hum as his hands move soothingly over your back. “Someone not named Willa woke me up.”

Joel chuckles. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart.”

But even now you feel your eyelids getting heavier. 

“Did you mean what you said?”

“About?”

You let your eyes fall shut as Joel massages out a knot in your back. You lean into it. “About Sarah sending us to you.”

“I did.” He kisses your forehead. 

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Richie Jerimovich NSFW Alphabet

Co-written with the incredible @foreveraimingtowardsthesky

Thank you so much for collabing on this, my friend! It’s been a longtime coming but here we are 🤪😍

Enjoy this look into our wildest delulu fantasies with our bb Richie. This was a 50/50 project and still took us forever so please APPRECIATE IT 😂❤️

A — Aftercare

There is nothing Richie loves more than smoking a cigarette with you in his arms after he blows your mind. He’s trained to read people and you are no exception. He’ll help you clean up then he’ll cuddle you, or kiss you silly, or light you a joint, or brush your hair for you. Whatever you need this time, he’s on it.

B – Body part (favourite of yours and theirs)

Richie likes - no loves - your mouth. The way your lips close around a cigarette plucked from his hand, the wet heat of it when his fingers press against your tongue, how you open up so readily for him when you’re on your knees, the sharp indent of your teeth in your lower lip when you’re trying to be quiet.. Yeah, he could lose hours dreaming of your mouth, thinking of new ways he can make it his. Spit in it. Gag it. Have you clean him up with your tongue..

C — Cum

Richie can be nasty. He wants to cum on your face, your chest, your ass, literally anywhere he can. It’s his way to mark you as his without leaving hickies or anything, ever the practical thinker. His favorite by far, though, if you’ll let him, is to cum inside you. Chef’s kiss.

D – Dirty secret

Richie has fucked, or tried to fuck, too many short-lived staff at The Beef to mention. But that’s no secret. In fact, there’s really only one thing he hopes never gets out. Luckily for him, she feels the same way. Chalk it up to the effects of grief and alcohol, explain it away however you like, but if word got round? I don’t think her little brother would ever get over it.

E — Experience

Honestly, Richie doesn’t have a ton of experience with different partners, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you R I G H T. He’s only had a couple relationships besides you and Tiff and maybe he brought home a girl from the bar once or twice before you. This man is a very, very fast learner, though. It doesn’t take him long to learn every little thing that drives you wild and he’s more than willing to experiment with what you like (always with permission first).

F – Favourite position

Richie wants to see. He wants to see his cock sinking into you. He wants to see your face when you come. He wants to see the rise and fall of your chest and he wants to see his hands on your body. Richie also wants to bend you over and fuck you from behind. He likes how it makes you whine when he pulls your hips back as he fucks into you.

So he fucks you on your knees in front of the mirror on his bedroom wall, drags his fingers through your gathered slick and rubs the mess across your tight little asshole, his thumb circling and circling and circling before pushing inside. Like this he can watch as he fills you up, and see your fucked-out face as you fall apart.

G — Goofy

Our Richie is a big goofball in every aspect of his life and sex is no exception. He loves being able to laugh with you and tease you while he’s inside you or eating you out. One day he gets it in is mind that you have to call him Mr. Jerimovich as like a demeaning/authoritative thing, but when you actually call him that, he cracks up laughing. Cannot keep a straight face for the life of him. “It sounds like you’re talkin’ to my fuckin’ granddad. Too fuckin’ weird for me, baby, m’sorry.”

If he’s had a rough day, though, and needs to take it out on you, it’s all serious. No jokes, no laughing, no teasing. He just takes when he needs from you — and of course makes sure you have a good time, too.

H – Hair

How well groomed is Richie? Richie is a low-maintenance, one-bottle-in-the-shower guy. He keeps his hair and his beard short, that’s his look. Once upon a time, he got clippers and a beard trimmer for Christmas, so he does this himself, and every so often the rest of him will get the trimmer treatment. He’s not super hairy but he likes how his dick looks bigger after. He’s only human, after all.

He’s clean, but not meticulous. He doesn’t mind things getting a bit.. dirty. And if you’re honest with yourself, you sometimes like him best at the end of a long day. A little sweaty, a little rough around the edges, his skin tasting like salt and cigarette smoke.

I — Intimacy

Richie the cuddle master, am I right? He loves physical affection and just being close to you. If you’re having a slow, sweet love session, he’ll hold your face and tell you the stickiest sweet things you’ve ever heard in your life. “You were made for me, baby. I was made f’you” and “You’re so beautiful, sometimes I can’t believe you’re mine” and “I love you so much my heart fuckin’ hurts.” Loves eye contact, loves holding your hands, loves loving you basically.

Talks you through it. Big time. He’s in his daddy era and he’s desperate for his baby to cum. 🥵

J – Jerk off

In a word. Yes. In the shower most mornings. It’s a Pavlovian response now. Routine. The hot shower spray. The steam. His hand wrapped round his cock.

But he’s seen the way your breath catches. When he’s knelt between your spread legs. When he drags it out just a little longer, his fist working over his cock as though he prefers it to your pretty pussy. How your eyes follow the movement of his hand as he makes you wait, how your tongue darts out against the softness of your lips..

Until finally - - You like watchin, huh? Your face had heated under his scrutiny, but you couldn’t deny it. And since then? Pictures. Videos. Whenever you’re apart for while and sometimes even when you’re not. His hand sliding over his hard dick, slow at first, then faster. You can hear his breathing, all the bitten off sounds he makes - - fuck. Sometimes it’s a piece of your underwear that he’s ruined, the sheets, his shirt. Sometimes come splashes hot against his tense belly. It’s insanely hot. It makes you ache for him. And he knows it.

K — Kinks

This man will shock you with just how freaky he can get. Choking, gun play, knife play, slapping, daddy/sir, tying you up/getting tied up, he’s into it all. Something you’ve always wanted to try? He’s down. It doesn’t always have to be super kinky stuff, though. Sometimes he’s in the mood to make love to you and, when he is, he’s the stickiest sweet lover you’ve ever had.

Once he discovers the the free use concept, it’s his favorite. “Don’t let me stop ya, baby. You keep workin’ on that,” while he proceeds to fuck you into a different universe. 🥵

L – Location

Anywhere. At the restaurant when everyone else has gone home (that reservations desk is his in more ways than anyone else knows). In his car, where there’s just enough room for you to straddle his lap in the driver’s seat. Up against the wall in some dark corner when he just can’t wait. On the couch, forgotten movie in the background. The kitchen counter in the middle of a lazy weekend breakfast. In the shower, the pretty noises you make bouncing off the tiles. In your bed. In his bed.

That’s probably his favourite. His bed. When you’re waiting for him at the end of a long day in his bed. Wearing his shirt. Your perfume on his pillows.

M — Motivation

YOU. Richie is such a romantic at heart and, if you’re his, he wants nothing more than to make you happy any way he can. He loves to hear you whine and moan for him or squirm under his touch. Part of him selfishly loves knowing he can make you feel better than anyone else ever has. He loves making you forget all your worries with his fingers or his mouth or his cock. He gets off just by knowing how satisfied he can make you.

N – No

It’s a short list, but anything you’re not into is at the top of it. You can also add to that anything too elaborate. Role play’s fine just nothing too fuckin weird alright.And he doesn’t need a red room of sex shit, doesn’t need whips and chains when his tie looks so pretty around your wrists, when his belt drags so nicely against your skin.

O — Oral

You mean Richie “could eat pussy for three meals a day” Jerimovich?? He LOVES oral. As much as he loves feeling your lips wrapped around him, he loves feeling you squirm under his tongue even more. He’ll have you pinned down with his arms begging him for a break at any chance he gets. Giving is his favorite, but he loves receiving, too.

He loves when you give him road head. Loves it. Only when it's late at night and you're alone on the back roads, though. He knows just what you're thinking when you reach a hand over coyly and scratch your nails along his thigh. A silly grin spreads across his face and he gives you a subtle nod to encourage you. By the end he's usually pulled over somewhere with both hands in your hair and a plan in place for when you get home...

P – Pace

He can go slow. If that’s what you need. He likes how he can feel everything when he takes his time, but it wears away at his self control and he didn’t have much to begin with. You like to ride him, achingly slowly, stretching his restraint as far as it’ll go before it snaps, before he grips your hips and fucks up into you, or until he flips you over and fucks you through the bed.

Q — Quickie

Are you kidding me? Richie loves quickies. Possibly his favorite thing in the world. Just finished dinner service? He’ll fuck you in the alleyway. Popped in to say hi while you’re running errands? He’ll bend you over Carmy’s desk. Even just going about your day at home he’ll come up behind you in the kitchen and pull you up onto the counter. Any chance he has to get you off he’ll take.

R – Risk

Is Richie a risk taker? Yeah. He gets a kick out of the possibility that the two of you might get caught. Actually no, he gets a kick out of you getting so fucking greedy and needy for him that you’ll let him touch you, let him fuck you, where anyone might see. His hand between your legs under the restaurant table, his mouth on your breasts in the cool evening air, your back against the wall and legs round his waist, your body pressed to the high rise window of the nicest hotel room he could afford. It fuels his possessiveness. You’re his and he wants everyone to know it.

S — Stamina

Richie isn’t as young as he used to be, but he uses what energy he has wisely. In his younger days he could go at it for hours, but nowadays his poor achey back can’t take more than one, maybe two rounds. He gets you off more times than you can count before he even thinks about fucking you, so don’t let his old age scare you.

Just because his body gets tired faster doesn't mean his sex drive has gone down, though, so don't you worry about that.

T – Toys

The first time Richie caught you with your favourite toy, he’d watched from the doorway with a dangerous mix of jealousy and want. You’d pulled the toy from your body when you saw him, but he’d shook his head and something in the look in his eyes made your mouth go dry and your stuttered explanation die in your throat. – - Don’t stop. He’d climbed onto the bed, sat back against the headboard and pulled you to his chest between his spread legs. - - keep going.. s’it feel good? .. feel better than me, huh? - - you’d said no, but he’d slapped your hand from the toy anyway, taking it from you and mimicking the movements he’d watched earlier, but harder, faster, more him. And he’d liked the way you’d surrendered control so easily, the way your head fell back against his shoulder, how your fingers twisted into the fabric of his sweats. And it occurred to him that he could keep this up for hours..

U — Unfair

Richie is a little shit… of course he loves teasing you. He’ll send you dirty texts all day while you’re at work and get you all hot and bothered. Then he’ll edge you for what feels like hours if he feels like it. He always leaves you satisfied after his fun, though, he is a gentleman after all.

When he first discovered what his "harmless" teasing does to you... Oh man. It's like he can't stop now. He'll pull you into the office at work just to whisper dirty things in your ear.

"You look real pretty tonight baby," He leans in to kiss your neck, hands wandering all over your body, "Fuuuck, you want daddy to take care of you, hm? Touch you? Make you scream so everybody knows who you belong to, yeah?" Swoon.

V – Volume

Richie has the dirtiest mouth in all of Chicago. He remembers the first time he’d called you his good fuckin girl. He remembers because you came hard and tight and wet before the words had barely left his mouth. Now he won’t fucking shut up. And you love it like that. But the best thing? There’s this noise he makes when he’s close to losing it. A filthy low groan as everything begins to unravel. It might be the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

W — Wildcard

Richie definitely has a thing for public sex. The thrill of potentially getting caught, having to show off his pretty baby to whoever catches you… He can’t help it if he wants to show you off and make it clear just who belong to.

X – x-ray

What’s going on in those tighty whiteys? He’s not gotten any complaints. Well, no, that’s not quite right. He’s gotten loads of complaints. Just not about his dick. If he was the type of guy to be heading down the gym (although lets face it, he isn’t ) he wouldn’t need to be shy in the locker room, if you catch my meaning. Alright, alright.. it’s big. You happy now?

Y — Yearning

He may be in his 40s but his sex drive is stronger than ever. He always wants you. Richie is just insatiable sometimes. It’s like he can’t believe you are his to take care of and please whenever he wants to and he does.

Z – zzzz

He’s not even stayed awake long enough for you to read the end of this. Sorry. But let’s be fair, he’s a hard working guy and he’s had his fair share of sleepless nights. So you can’t begrudge the fact that he sleeps like an angel (an angel splayed across 75% of the bed, but still..) once you’ve both had your fill. Now roll him over before he starts snoring.

[365granitegirlx]

NSFW Alphabet

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Sub!Vessel Version

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afab!reader

a/n: I have a multiverse of head cannons for Vessel. I’ll probably use this format for ✨fleshing things out✨This feels like the smuttiest thing I’ve done on here. Idk. Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Subby Vessel can go either way. Sometimes he’s the one taking care of you. He’ll do whatever you need—hold you, get you a snack, give you space. But the praise will be constant. He’ll thank you for whatever you did to/with him, tell you how incredible you were. He’s just happy to be here 🥺 If you’re taking care of him he’s gone nonverbal and just giggles and hums happily as you play with his hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Vessel’s really really proud of his whole-ass torso. Honestly. Just look at the difference between the 2018 Download Festival and the TOG tour. Baby boy has 👏🏻 PUT 👏🏻 IN 👏🏻 THE 👏🏻 WORK! He’s loves when you rub your fingers down the ridges of his muscles but he REALLY loves it when you use your mouth (argue with the wall, he loves having his nipples played with).

His favorite part of YOUR body is any nook he can find. The crook of your neck is perfect for kissing, sucking, biting, breathing you in. The valley between your breasts is soft and yummy and good for nibbles. Oh…and the spot between your legs 🤭

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Subby Vessel loves cumming inside you (it’s nice and safe in there!) but he also loves when you make him watch himself cum. He’ll cum in your mouth but you rest the tip juuust on your tongue and keep your mouth wide open. If you’re giving him a handjob you tell him to watch as he cums on his pretty tummy. Then you tell him what a mess he is🥺

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s been trying to figure out how to talk to you about light pet play 🤭🐶 he just wants you to call him “puppy” and “good boy” and be spoiled like a lil animal.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

In general, he knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. The quantity of partners is irrelevant because the quality is AMAZING. But in terms of being subby, that’s a little new to him! Sometimes he gets a little shy when going into his subspace and it’s hard for him to relax and get going.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Intercourse: missionary. He wants to see how you react and he feels so good and encouraged when you hold his neck and call him a good boy! Close second is seated cowgirl. He loves to hold you close and hide in your chest as he whines and moans.

Handjob: he either likes to be the little spoon or a get a reach around while he sits or lays between your legs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He doesn’t mean to be goofy but sometimes he’s just so darn cute when he gets flustered from you playing with him. It’s hard not to share a giggle.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

We all know now that he has a cute lil happy trail, but in my hc it leads down to a nicely trimmed patch. He uses a guard on his trimmer to keep some length. You begged him to keep the happy trail, and he agreed the second you dropped to your knees and licked up its length.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is SO happy to be with you like this. He feels really vulnerable being subby but he trusts you so much. Sometimes you two break the (already loose) dynamic just to kiss and whisper sweet nothings

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s not with you (like if you’re at work) he’ll get himself off and text you all about it. Sometimes he’ll text you the aftermath and ask if he did good 🥺 (I actually dreamt that. I’m serious. It was glorious)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He wants to try pet play but nothing too degrading or humiliating. Just something fun and brainless! He loves to be praised but also loves to be teased! He thinks your light degradation and condescension is really sexy. Other than that he just likes to be in his subby space and be your boy toy.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He won’t actually fuck you in public but he’ll kiss and covertly grope you or rub up against you. His favorite spots are the bed and the couch in his home office because they comfy and easy to maneuver on.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Vessel is motivated by you two getting to turn off your brains for a bit and just indulge. He loves it when you lightly scratch his scalp…that alone gives him a semi🥺

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn’t want either of you to receive pain or injuries beyond hickeys and soreness. He also doesn’t want to wear any fetish gear. He also never ever wants someone else to join 😡

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Blow jobs: he likes to either stand or lay so you can get a good look at him before you start. Maybe you’ll even compliment him 🥺 when he’s good he gets to hold the back of your head and face fuck you until you make him stop

Pussy eating: he’ll be the first to admit that he doesn’t really have a method to his madness but my god he’ll make you see stars. He moves around a lot to make sure he’s all up in your business and that you’re enjoying it. Those long fingers are up in you before you know it while he licks you. Oh and those eyes when you look down to watch them 😫

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He wants you to set the pace. He likes it when you take your time together but he secretly lives for when you tell him to just let loose. He’s rough and frantic but he’s able to edge himself so it doesn’t end too soon. He’s loves to get permission to be a scrappy, naughty little guy and pound into you like it’s going out of style.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

When he’s feeling subby he doesn’t want it to end quickly at all! He wants to luxuriate in it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He isn’t risk adverse by any means but as I said earlier, he doesn’t want either of you to feel hurt or totally dehumanized. He’s willing to try new things if that’s only a little part of the session at the beginning. Then he expects to be cooed over with all his favorite things (read: eating you out and hearing what a pretty boy he is)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go 2-3 times on a good day. He loves to lay back and let you make him cum as much as you want him to and where you want him to. Sometimes you’ll go three times without him even leaving your pussy. It’s so fun to sit in his lap, cock warming him, and watching his face as he tries to relax from the overstimulation but then wince because you’re tightening around him (for fun).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has no need for toys on himself but he LOVES to watch you use yours. He isn’t threatened at all by how it fucks you or sucks your clit— it’s just the best free, ethical porn on the planet.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Subby Ves doesn’t tease, he just likes to be a brat sometimes by playing coy when he wants something. He’s blush and hide a little in the pillows. What a sweet little dummy 🖤🤭

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

CEO of whimpering and whiny moaning. That’s all.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

There’s plenty of signs pointing toward this man having an oral fixation of some sort but he loves to bite and suck. Even just your arm or thighs he’s giving you little chomps. It actually makes you feel subby sometimes and be his chew toy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I am NOT in the Prince Albert camp at all. What I do believe is that it’s LONG and uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You two have sex often but he isn’t always subby during. When he wants to be subby, he is sooooo horny. Like pathetically rubbing against you and whining in your neck saying “pleeeaaassseee”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Being subby actually gives Vessel the zoomies. After he freshens up he usually spends a few hours playing something on XBox or PC, having a little snack, and info dumping about something as you rot on the couch and recover.

[vampiretendencies]

cutting jjs hair for him and he’s looking up all lovey dicey 🤧

went for s1 jj hair

the aimless tresses that framed jj’s strong, prominent features grew long and interrupted his vision on a regular basis now. he’s grown use to combing his fingers through it, only to place a hat directly on to of the mess— reminded him of that to when he was just a boy and his father refused to take him to get it cut. saying it ‘interfered with what he had going on’ or ‘you’ got hair cut money?’

once jj got old enough to handle a trimmer, and what he thinks were kitchen scissors he tamed it on his own. but this time it’s gotten too out of hand for him to do it by himself. and he worries that he’ll fuck it all up of his just does it mindlessly.

then it’s a familiar occurrence when his girl begins to speak, that he has just the pretty lady to do it for him.

you’re splayed across the couch, head in his lap whilst his thumbs gently at the profound texture of your skin. with the angle his studying you at, his blonde locks pour downward and he pouts as it blocks his vision of the one human he’s die without seeing. yes, seriously.

“kinda like the long hair on you j.”

“want me to keep it just for you baby?”

“no, cause i know how much it gets in your way.”

you listened— you truly listened to his complaints. you didn’t use it against him. you’d mentally noted every complaint and took it with utmost care. no one heard him out, or listened to his waking thoughts, but you. to show his appreciation for that, his lips gently press against your top lip. grazing the cushion-like cupids bow with slowness and an overwhelming sense of giddiness.

“maybe you could cut it for me, i trust you with it.” that’s saying something, though jj didn’t do maintenance to his hair as one could tell by current circumstance, he knew his precious locks were what made him up physically— he’d like to keep it that way. he trusts you with his life, so why not add hair to the list

“you sure j?”

“always sure when it comes to you.”

next thing you knew you were in the chateaus bathroom, roles reversed as you were towering over jj. he was facing forward first so that you could trim his face framing pieces. so they could fan backward as they use to before they were outgrown.

“hm how about some layers?”

“if you think they’ll look good baby.”

“course’, you could make a trash bag look good.”

the way you compliment him, makes it feel like the earth has stopped spinning on its axis.

and he thought, dumbfounded, how could you—no—how dare you stand above him so beautifully. lulling him into a trance that he’d bargained for. there’s no logical explanation as to how he deserves you, but God, he’ll do any and everything in his power to keep you. out of all of the romance movies you’ve forced him to watch, he knows why those men made such sacrifices. it outweighs his heart, that’s why he nearly feels it stop beating entirely with every touch. for one person— he could never fathom this overwhelming amount of admiration.

his very own depiction of a dream before his fingertips.

“can’t explain to you with words how much i love you.”

as his words are spoken in the midst of bathroom air, and the clashing of scissors shredding his hair to the floor. you freeze, the rest of you could be found in a puddle beside him, melting with content.

“don’t have to j, you show it enough.”

[galaxyedging]

I set myself a task to get back into writing. I wrote a list of Pedro Boys and I had to jot down an idea about each.

Here are Eddie, Pero, Dave and Reed.

Unsurprisingly, they are all smutty.

@withhertopdown ,this is what I was talking about.

Eddie

Baby vamps are much like baby humans. They need to be cared for until they can stand on their own two feet. They need protection from the world to survive their early days. They also need to feed what seems like all the damn time. 

Babies weren't your thing when you were alive and Baby Vamps aren't your thing in your afterlife. Eddie is the exception. You found him chasing rats in an alley a few nights. Half starved and near rabid. When he saw you he tried to hide. He was ashamed, both of his hunger and how he was trying to satisfy it. 

“I'm sorry.” he mumbled as you coaxed him out. 

He crawled out all brown doe eyes and broad shoulders. Taking pity on him, you bit open your wrist and let him feed. The noises out of him lit up your spine like a trail of gasoline. He moaned and whined while he took his fill. The noises crescendoed in a drawn out groan and another mumbled apology against your skin. Only when he stepped back did you see the wet patch on his crotch.

That's when you decided that maybe one pretty, pathetic, whimpering Baby Vamp to pass on your experience too may not be so bad after all.

Pero

The man had grumbled in many languages until you had appeared from behind the screen. The guards had ordered him to wait there to be cleaned up. 

“I'm sorry, Miss, I didn't think anyone was here.” He said earnestly. His English was pleasantly accented. 

“I'm here to bathe you and cut your hair.” You informed him as a matter of fact. 

“B-bathe me?” He stumbled over his words.

“Yes. Please undress and get into the tub. I will turn my back but you have nothing I haven't seen before.

Eventually Pero relaxed into your touch as you washed his broad shoulders. When he stepped out, you stood before him ready with a towel. When he was dry, he wrapped the towel around his waist and you guided him to sit. He hummed pleasantly as your fingers ran through his hair to chop away at it. When the unruly mop was down to a manageable length, you started on his beard. Your fingers stroke his surprisingly soft skin as some of it became exposed, like the patches on his strong jawline. 

“There, just your body hair to do.” You kept your composure while he spluttered. “I do not have much chest hair. 

The man nearly choked when you gestured to his towel covered area. 

“It is their tradition here. You must take care of your body.”

Reluctantly, he dropped his towel. His thick cock sprung free, he must have been enjoying your attention. Dropping to you knees, you gently trimmer around the base of his erect member. Stopping every so often to blow away loose hair. The man hissed every time you did. His twitched and leaked torturously close to your face.

That night, when you came on your fingers, your head filled with all the images you had treated yourself to, you wondered if the man would even find out that you were only there to leave him towels and a razor.

Dave

“I can wait all night.” Dave assures you as he shifts his hips, pressing the fat head of his cock against the spot that makes you mewl for him.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his tanned, sweat soaked chest. "That's such a pretty sound but not the one I want to hear.”

His thick fingers walk from your hip where he had been holding you down moments ago as he split you roughly on his cock, across your stomach to the chain laying just above. A swift tug has the nipple clamps pinching you just right. As you arch up off the bed, Dave resumes his pounding. Dave is an expert interrogator, his methods in the bedroom may be different but they still yield results.

“I love you.” You finally confess as the rapid pummelling of your g-spot becomes too much. You clamp down on him as he allows himself to fill you, biting his lip to withhold a similar confession.

“That wasn't hard now, was it?” He says practically against your lips as he seizes the opportunity between your steading breaths to own your mouth with his own.

Reed

That was two months ago.

If you said that you hadn't mused about the sexual possibilities of Reed's powers before you met him, your pants would burst into flames. Handsome. Smart. A confident leader. Reed has a lot of attractive qualities. He also had a wife, until he didn't, and you wasted no time in declaring your interest in him.

Now, here you were, exploring some of the possibilities of his powers. Reed was shy to use them at first. He'd never used them in the bedroom before. His sex life with Sue was far from adventurous. Now, here he was, arms wrapped around the exposed ceiling beams of your rented cabin. Running back down to hold you in place as the two of you swung back and forth in the open-plan living room. Each rock shifting his cock to where you needed him most. The gentle swaying had you riding him in the most tantalising way. Giving him enough pleasure to slowly build an orgasm. Your pussy still ridiculously wet from where he had stretched his tongue to lick you from hole to clit at the same time until you'd come sobbing his name.

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[notjustjavierpena]

funny headcanons for the Penas? please!

Ask and you shall receive:

Javier threatens the kids with kissing their mom in front of them if he wants to make them follow orders and behave. And he says ‘And I’ll do it again!” whilst Lucas and Inés yell out in disgust.

Javier and Inés always get too invested in games. Lucas and Wife sit back and watch with raised brows, and Inés cheats. A lot. Javier lets her know he is goddamn law enforcement. This goes way into her adulthood too.

Inés once got into the sugar bowl in the kitchen, and Wife found her eating from it with a spoon. It had indeed been suspicious that she had stopped her tantrum so instantly.

Javier once decided that he could make a homemade slip ‘n slide in the garden (after Wife told him no). It was a lot of garbage bags and dish soap, and ended in him just buying one like she had told him to.

Wife makes funny voices for the babies when they have yet to learn how to talk. She’ll reply for them in a really scratchy voice that mostly reminds anyone of a pirate's parrot. Even if she’s alone.

Inés once cut her hair with Javier’s hair trimmer. She wore a lot of different hats until it had grown out enough to be styled.

Lucas once heard his mother call her period ‘Shark Week’ and he was terrified of land-crawling sharks until she realized why.

Wife enthusiastically screams the loudest of all the parents at Lucas’ sports events. Javier gets a little embarrassed, and sometimes kisses her to ground her a little. This doesn’t help though.

Inés has brought in various kinds of animals with the intention of keeping them. She has also stolen an egg from the kitchen with the intention of hatching it under her bed.

Javier once picked up Wife after drinks with her coworkers, and she confessed that she had told them he was a secret agent for the government because she had been too drunk to describe his time in Colombia.

Javier imitates Wife in front of the kids and Wife lowers her voice to a gruff tone to do it right back.

Inés once packed a little bag because she wasn’t allowed something and decided she was going to run away. Wife walked around 30 feet behind her on the pavement, but she only made it down to the bus stop before getting scared and gave in to the invitation of coming back to the house and have a cookie.

Lucas likes twirling his mother’s hair around his fingers as a way of stimming to relax. One time after she had curled her hair for a party, Lucas carefully asked if it was his doing.

[phenomenalgirl9]

Your reaction to his buzz cut

BTS x Reader

A/n: This was over due really. I miss them so much.

Jin

“Hihihihi….” You giggling silently. “Yah” Jin scolded “don't laugh”. Hihihi… you giggled again trying your best to hide your laughter. “Yah!” Jin scolded, but broke into laughter the moment he saw your face.

“I'm so sorry” you said, trying to stop laughing. It was until Jin himself started laughing and you hugged him. “Aww don't miss me already” he said cockily. “God, you're so narcissistic. Why will I miss you?” You said, kissing his semi-bald head.

“Don't worry my hair grow quickly” he said, pulling you into him.

Yoongi

“It's okay you know” Yoongi said as you held his hand tightly as the stylist trimmed his hair. Jimin, sitting on the chair on the other side.

“Y/n looks like she's about to cry” Jimin mentioned and even the stylist looked at you with pity. You somehow hold it in and smile it out.

“What are you teary for? I'll be just here” he said, as he noticed you pouting all the way home. “I loved your hair” you said trying your best to hold your tears in. He didn't say anything and opened his arms and you rushed into him. “It's hair I'll grow it again after this okay” he said in a soft tone. And you nodded your head.

Hoseok

You stood at a distance waiting for Jimin to be done and the camera to be turned off. “Your turn” Jimin said and held out the trimmer for you. You shook your head a tiny no, Jimin put it in your hand and pulled you near Hoseok. “Babe, I told you” he said, looking at you with those eyes of his. “But-” you said and stopped as he held your hand and looked at you lovingly through the mirror. “I want you to do this too” he said, yes he had requested you to not only come but trim some of his hair, due to some metaphor that you actually didn't get.

You took a deep breath, your Hobi needed you. So you did and let the stylist do the rest.

“Be safe and take the utmost care of my boyfriend” you told him later at home as he held you to his chest.

Namjoon

“Babie~” you heard Namjoon's voice and turned and your eyes went wide. “Why?” Was the only thing you could utter. “I just wanted to get used to it” he said. “You look like an egg” you said, caressing his head “umm.. I like this” you referred to the velvety feeling of his hair.

----------------------------------------------------

“You should give me a heads up, you know” you told your boyfriend who smelled of fresh dye. “You like it?” He asked and you laughed. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“Your head looks like our couch!” You said and realization hit him. “Guess I'm a couch head now” he said and shrugged and pulled you close. “Did you drink?” you asked as the smell hit your nose, “a little tipsy” he said with the goofiest grin. “Come here you big baby” you said as you engulfed him in a bear hug.

Jimin

You held onto his hand as tight as he held yours. You knew how important Jimin’s hair is to him and this would be so painful. Since the day his enlistment date was declared you dreaded this day, but here it is. “It’s okay. It's okay” you tried to comfort him “I'm so sorry” you said, when you noticed his glassy eyes that refused to look at the mirror. Your eyes mirrored his, however a tear slipped past yours. “Hey” he said and pulled you in a tight hug a few tear slipped from him too.

“I'll call you everyday” he said, more like stated as he drew comforting circles on your back and you did the same on his.

Taehyung

It was in the morning on a weekend, you were aware that Taehyung had some early schedule so he left and you cuddled his pillow dearly. It was what you guessed a few hours later when you heard the door and Taehyung paraded in, in a scarf. You forced open your sleepy eyes. “Babe, what are you doing?” you asked. “Tada~” he said as he took it off and all the sleep dried away as your mouth was left open in awe. “Baby!” You exclaimed as he came near you and you threw a pillow at him. “I told you I'd go with you!” You said. “I wanted to surprise you” he said and hugged you as you touched his head to make sure this was all real. “You look so silly you potato head!” you retorted and he giggled. Gosh you'll miss him.

Jungkook

“Jungkook, let me see?” You requested. “No!” Came the answer from your boyfriend who refused your company to go and get his military buzz cut. “Babe. Its okay, don't show me okay” you said and opened your arms and he hugged your waist as you rubbed his back.

“I'll look ugly” he mumbled and you pulled away holding his face as he held a safety hand over his beanie. “You! Are the cutest thing in the world. Nothing can make you look ugly and even Army will agree” you said.

You were waiting in the bedroom for the live to end when Jungkook walked in, he took off his beanie. And you cooed, “babe your head is so cute!” You awed. “I look like an egg” he complained. “A very cute egg” you said.

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Tomorrow

what even is this?? slice of life (pathetic version)?? no plot just vibes??? idk

wc: 950

‘Don’t forget to pack the sunscreen!’ she calls out from the bedroom while Ross trims his beard in front of the bathroom mirror. He hums a distracted reply and continues to carefully run the trimmer along his jawline. 

She pokes her head into the bathroom, wondering, most likely, why she didn’t hear him. ‘Sunscreen, love. Don’t forg—’

‘Sunscreen, yes, I heard you,’ he interrupts and goes back to his task at hand. He doesn’t mean to be particularly curt or short with her but he’s just in one of his moods. 

She frowns and lingers at the door; hesitating if she should come in or leave him be to sort it out. Secretly, he hopes she would choose the latter. He doesn’t want to accidentally lash out at her and upset her. Especially not today…

Unfortunately, she doesn’t. 

‘You alright?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You have everything sorted?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay then,’ she concedes but stays rooted in her spot. If anything she leans against the doorframe and watches him leisurely. 

Ross doesn’t speak. He’s worried that it would turn into A Thing if he opened his mouth right now. Instead, he sets the trimmer on the counter. Then he turns the tap on to splash some water on his face and dabs it dry with the towel around his neck; then gets closer to the mirror to look out for any uneven bits. All the while, she watches him curiously and tries to make sense of his mood. 

‘You’re hovering, love,’ he chides softly while he passes her out of the bathroom and into their bedroom. 

The room is a chaotic mess. His suitcase sits in one corner on the floor; maw wide open and ready to consume his life for the next seven months. His clothes are everywhere, half packed in, half still outside and waiting to be sorted into piles. His soft cashmere sweater sits neatly folded on the bed; he’s undecided on whether he wants to take it or not. 

‘Will you tell me what’s wrong?’ she asks, coming up behind him. Her tone is still mild but he senses the note of impatience that has crept in. 

‘Nothing’s wrong,’ he answers on autopilot, then sighs and turns around. She’s wearing his t-shirt and some old leggings, hair loosely held in place with a claw clip. Her mouth is turned downward in a frown, her eyes huge and curious. And Ross loses all his steam. ‘Actually, no,’ he takes two large strides to bridge the gap between them and envelops her in a hug. ‘I…I don’t want to leave tomorrow.’

She relaxes as everything clicks into place. And he marvels at how perfectly she fits into his arms. 

‘Oh, my love…’ she strokes his cheek and smiles softly. ‘Let’s forget about packing for now. Let’s just get into bed, okay?’

‘But I have to leav—’

‘Not right now,’ she takes a hold of his hand. ‘We can worry about that tomorrow.’

The fist around his heart loosens slightly as she moves the duvet to get in and motions for him to follow once she has settled. He does; wraps his arms around her and rests his head on her chest. 

‘I’m going to miss your tits so much,’ he mumbles, only half joking as he snuggles further. 

She giggles at his words and gently starts finger-combing his hair. ‘Only my tits?’

‘No,’ he swallows past the lump in his throat, ‘you, I’m going to miss you.’ 

‘I know, baby,’ she sighs. For a moment he feels guilty about making her sad. There’s no reason she has to be sulky with him. He’s going to be with his friends, travelling the world while she’s the one who has to come home to an empty house. He knows he still has it so much better. But then she continues. 

‘Just think of it as a series of tomorrows. So that way, one day you’ll wake up and realise that tomorrow you get to come home.’

He hums, still unsure, ‘I guess…’

They lie in silence; her playing with his hair and him listening to her steady heartbeat. 

‘And you’ll be here when I come back.’ It’s not a question. It’s a statement. Because in his mind, an alternative simply does not exist. 

‘And I’ll be here when you come back,’ she confirms and presses a kiss to his head. ‘As always.’ 

‘I should put you in my suitcase and take you with me,’ he jokes lamely but she still laughs. 

‘Like Matty?’

‘Like Matty.’

‘Did he really fit into it?’ she asks, genuinely puzzled this time and a surprised laugh spills out of him. 

‘He did, you know? I didn’t think he would, honestly.’

They go on and on, talking until he finally starts to feel at ease and the fist loosens some more. They talk about all the cities he will go to and what she wants from each one of them. As always she begs for sweets and candy from all the different countries. They talk about silly things and important things and how he’s not looking forward to all the long-haul flights and the people crowding at the airport. But they also talk about how excited he is for all the shows and to experience winter in Japan. 

‘Speaking of…’ she interrupts, ‘you’re not taking your cashmere sweater?’

‘Mmm,’ he shrugs lightly and looks at the sweater, still folded neatly on the pillow next to him. ‘No.’

‘Why not?’

Ross rests his chin on her stomach so he can look at her and give her a sweet smile. ‘I can’t do that to you, love. What if you get cold without me?’

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And if I hurt you?

Summary: “Hurt me? Simon…” Johnny reached up, warm, calloused hands cupping Simon’s face, thumbs sliding across strong cheekbones. “You couldnae hurt me. I trust you with my life, including you wieldin’ my trimmer. Try? For me?”

Or: Simon has a tremor and is worried he'll hurt Johnny

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Simon "Ghost" Riley

Word Count: 1706

Warnings: none :)

A/N: This lovely one-shot was inspired by a twitter thread written by 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚑 • 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎•

And a prompt from AbyssCat on the Cod Babygirls server

And as always feel free to leave feedback/constructive criticism <3

AO3 Link (if you prefer): And if I hurt you?

“Please, LT…” Johnny looked at Simon in the mirror, the sweetest puppy dog eyes the Brit had ever seen on full display. “Pretty please!”

Simon looked between the trimmer on the counter and his lover before him. His hands are shoved in his hoodie pocket, fingers twitching with frenetic energy. It was always like this when he was on leave. He had kept Ghost and Simon separate, a coping strategy. His hands gave him away, the slightest shake interrupting everything he tried to do. 

When Johnny asked him to help trim his Mohawk Simon’s heart stopped. The all too familiar flutter of anxiety arose in his chest, his fingers trembling just a little more. He couldn’t. There was no way. His hands shook too much. He would hurt his Johnny. 

“Simon, look at me baby,” Johnny turned to face Simon, placing his hands on the Brit’s hips, a gentle, grounding pressure– something Johnny knew always helped his lover settle. The larger man seemed frozen, stone still, barely a rise and fall to his chest as he breathed. “What’s goin’ on? Never seen you freeze up like that– did I do some-”

“No!” Simon interrupted, heart aching at the thought of Johnny blaming himself. “No, that’s not… I just… I don’t wanna hurt you.”

A light laugh left the Scot’s lips, an incredulous look on his face, “Hurt me? Simon…” Johnny reached up, warm, calloused hands cupping Simon’s face, thumbs sliding across strong cheekbones. “You couldnae hurt me. I trust you with my life, including you wieldin’ my trimmer. Try? For me?”

And try Simon did, watching first as Johnny did a couple passes, just to help calm Simon’s trepidation. Simon’s shaky fingers wrapped around the trimmer, taking a deep breath as he attempted his first pass.

The short brunette hair littered the bathroom floor, Johnny watched Simon’s intense focus, supplying him with praise and compliments the entire time. Johnny knew Simon was a different man from Ghost, knew he kept that side of him at arm's length when he was on leave. He had started picking up on the little quirks that came along with that separation but this was something different. Simon seemed so scared of what his hands were capable of, the small tremor accompanies his every move and Johnny knows it frustrates Simon to no end. 

“You’ve got me looking right bonnie, lover,” Johnny turned his head side to side, looking over Simon’s handiwork. Simon stood behind him, eyes trained on one spot of Johnny’s head, fingers lifting to gently brush the freshly trimmed spot. The touch was soft, barely there, a newfound apprehension in Simon’s motions. “What is it, Si?”

“I hurt you…” his voice is barely above a whisper, eyes glued to the spot. Just above Johnny’s ear is the smallest, faintest scratch. His heart hammered in his chest, mind racing. Johnny would snap at him. Yell. Be disappointed. Regret letting Simon so close. 

“Come off it, Si. I didnae feel a thing. You didnae and wouldnae hurt me.” Johnny’s voice was light, only dropping off at the end as he noticed the way Simon seemed lost within himself. 

“There-” Ghost ran his thumb over the nick, just a red angry line, not a single drop of blood. It stood out against his lover’s skin mockingly. He was no better than his father. How could he hurt the man he loved with every ounce of his being? How could he be so vile? “I didn’t mean to…”

Johnny’s heart ached at the way Simon sounded like a small child, so disappointed in his own actions.

“Mo ghràidh, that’s nothing to worry about, happens all the time when I-” Johnny’s attempt to bring Simon back to earth was interrupted by the Brit, clearly beginning to fall into a spiral of doubt and self hate– something not uncommon, something Simon had warned him about when Johnny first asked him out.

“But I-“ Simon was cut off by the Scot, stern but loving tone silencing the Brit. The tone combined with the spiral over-taking his mind left him so easily led by Johnny, mouth snapping shut, eyes locked on Johnny’s. 

“No buts, Simon. You did exactly what I asked,” Johnny reached up, grabbing Simon’s hand and placing a delicate kiss to each finger tip. “And I’m so thankful for you.” Johnny punctuated his sentence with a soft kiss to Simon’s lips, smiling as he felt the tension slowly melt away from his lover.

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The two men sat against the rumbling HVAC unit on the roof of Simon’s dingy Manchester apartment building. The late summer sun set slowly across the horizon, streaks of orange and magenta painting indigo sky. Between them sat a bottle of Johnny’s favorite scotch, a lighter, ashtray, and a half-empty pack of Simon’s cigarettes. 

They had taken turns drinking from the bottle, letting the gentle August breeze drift over them. 

Johnny unabashedly let his eyes drink in the sight of his love. He was in rare form tonight, maskless, cigarette lazily hanging from his fingers, lost deep within his mind. Barely any sign of what had caused his lover so much anguish, only streaks of faint pink and silver across pale porcelain skin. It was Johnny’s favorite sight. No sign of Ghost, so cold and authoritative– not that Johnny didn’t also love Ghost. But here, now? He knew what a gift it was to get to see– to know– Simon. Simon, who liked his tea with two sugar cubes. Simon, who would never admit it, but who loved his recruits, would protect them with all he had. Simon, who much preferred bourbon but always kept Johnny’s favorite scotch stocked in his apartment. Simon, who so desperately wanted to love but was so scared of becoming his father. 

It was the kind of calm that Simon hadn’t allowed himself before Johnny. Johnny was a salve to his soul, helped his mind go quiet, just watching the world pass by. It didn’t do anything to stop the shaking of his hands, the tremor only slightly less severe in this moment. 

Simon was lost in thought, only noticing the way Johnny was watching him when the Scot interlaced their fingers. The gentle touch never failed to bring the softest blush to Simon’s skin, rising up his neck, blooming across his cheeks.

“Cannae believe you were scared to hurt me,” Johnny gave his hand a gentle squeeze, voice soft, almost scared to ruin the moment. “You’re my gentle giant, Si.”

“Johnny, you don't know how much violence it took for me to be this gentle… My hands are stained red. Always will be.” Simon’s voice was low as he flicked the ash from his cigarette, taking another deep pull. The dirty feeling never really left, it haunted him, always worried about tainting Johnny, marking him in some way that could never be washed away.

“Aye, that may be true, but it’s not gonna stop me from loving you, not one bit.” Johnny’s thumb brushed against the side of Simon’s pointer finger. Simon had always been apprehensive about being with Johnny, worried in some way that he would ruin him. It always made Johnny laugh; the way Simon never really seemed to understand that Johnny’s hands were stained red too.

“And if I hurt you? Christ Johnny I can’t control the shakes when I’m home. What if I-” In a flash, Johnny was straddling Simon’s hips, hands gently holding either side of the Brit’s face. Simon gave Johnny his full attention, eyes locked on his favorite ocean eyes, cigarette abandoned in the ashtray.

“Now you listen to me, Simon Riley. I trust you with my life. Everyday. No questions asked. I know you’re not gonna hurt me. You have the softest touch I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I want that for the rest of my life. Even if you don’t trust yourself, I’ll trust you.” Johnny’s gaze was firm but filled with so much love– it made Simon melt. He thanked whatever gods may be out there every day for blessing him with Johnny, for giving him the other half of his soul.

“I’m trying…” Simon’s words were barely a whisper, almost lost amongst the breeze and the thrum of the HVAC; and they split Johnny’s soul down the middle.

Johnny so desperately wanted to freeze time and hunt down every bastard who ever dared touch his Simon. He wanted to do despicable, unholy things to them, leave them as unrecognizable as he could manage. Because in no universe did Simon deserve to despise himself so much. To be so scared of his own two hands. It simultaneously made Johnny’s blood boil and heart break.

“I know, Mo ghràidh, I know…” Johnny let his forehead rest against Simon’s, arms wrapping around the Brit’s shoulder, clinging tightly to him as he tried to hold himself together. “I am so proud of you. Every day. Only hope someday I can help you love and trust yourself as much as I love and trust you.”

Strong, calloused hands found their way to Johnny’s hips, slipping underneath the soft fabric of his worn t-shirt, rubbing soothing circles in the flushed skin. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Johnny…”

“Still be using that god awful 3-in-1 shampoo…” Johnny’s light laugh blended with the deep chuckle of Simon, reverberating through each other’s chest. They settled in silence for a moment before Johnny spoke again. “You’d be fine, just as you were before me…”

“But I wasn’t, Johnny… I’d been a man drowning in a stormy sea when you came along. Broke down every last wall I put up– cheated using those god damn puppy dog eyes too,” Simon pulled his lip between his teeth, worrying at the delicate skin. “I don’t wanna go back to that, Johnny…”

“Never. Never, ever, my love. I’m here and I’m yours. Forever.” Johnny’s eyes sparkled with the last light of day as Simon’s reflected the first rising stars. Sun and moon. Two halves of one whole, lost and incomplete without the other.

Simon slid a hand up along Johnny’s spine, gently guiding the Scot forward until their lips connected. Soft skin and gentle breaths, all soaked with the promise of forever.