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Basement Toronto Inspiration for a huge contemporary look-out vinyl floor and brown floor basement remodel with beige walls and no fireplace
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Walk Out in Chicago
Basement - large transitional walk-out light wood floor and gray floor basement idea with blue walls and no fireplace
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Contemporary Basement
#Inspiration for a huge contemporary look-out vinyl floor and brown floor basement remodel with beige walls and no fireplace finished basment#wet bar#basement#bar#ping pong
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Pedri x Black Reader - Our Secret Part 2/10
Part 3 will be Pedri's POV which I'm really excited about! 😊
The story of Marcella and Pedri. As students of the most prestigious high schools in the country, the two are very focused on developimg their indvidual talents. Marcella has music whilst Pedri has football. However, worlds collide when Pedri's secret is revealed, he has diabetes.
Enjoy!
Of course Marcella had friends. However, they were also her biggest rivals, and right now they were winning.
"Thank you Marcella, that's enough." To her friends amusement, Señor Garcia stopped playing the piano, cutting her singing short.
"Is there something wrong, señor?"
"Yes, Marcella. I specifically asked you to perform an original song. This was not it, meaning you've failed this week's assignment."
"But señor...."
Her friends, Beatrice and Olga, giggled behind her back. All three of them were meant to perform this week's assignment in front of their teacher. Marcella however, was the only one to fail.
"I'll be forced to fail you unless you can present an original piece by the end of this week."
"Right" She nodded. With that she was free to leave the auditorium, expected to get back to work on her musical piece whilst Señor Garcia helped Beatrice and Olga perfect theirs.
"...by the end of this week." Marcella said, taunting the voice that was Señor Garcia's. Of course she knew what the week's assignment had been, however, her song wasn't finished yet.
"How am I supposed to finish writing a song that I can't relate to?" She asked no one.
"Lie." Someone yawned.
Marcella screamed.
She had left the auditorium only to return to the abandoned classroom next door, where Señor Garcia stocked all the instruments. There were no lights, except for the string of it shining through a small basment window. She was sitting behind the piano when there was movment on the old sofa in the corner of the room.
"Aghh, please. Can't you see that I'm trying to sleep?"
"Pedri?"
He sat up, letting his cupped hands drop from his ears. He looked fresh from a nap, wearing a black sweater, his dark hair tousled up underneath the hood.
"Mierda, you scared me!" Marcella tried recollecting her exhilarated breath. "What are you doing in here?" The room belonged to the music program and the music program only. The school prioritized football above all other curriculums, with their own private lounges and newly renovated locker rooms. Couldn't Pedri Gonzalez have found a better place to sleep over there?
"The door was open." He shrugged and rubbed his tired eyes before pushing off with his arm to sit up straight. "Let's hear it then."
"Hear what?"
"This unfinished song of yours."
"What?"
"The one that Señor wants you to finish by the end of the week."
"How did you..."
"Thin walls." He smirked.
"Still, you came here to take a nap? In the room right next to the music auditorium."
"Like I said, the door was open."
Marcella stayed put behind the piano, a skeptical look on her face as Pedri made the effort to stand. He was sort of slow in his movements, supporting himself against a wall, like an old man with an aching body.
"Got any snacks?" He asked, walking over to the piano, cranking his neck and snapping his knuckles.
"No." Marcella muttered.
He plotted down beside her. Without invitation, she might add.
"A shame."
"What is?" She turned to look at him, heart fluttering when he smiled at her.
"The fact that you don't have any snacks."
Heat rose to her face, but Marcella was quick to diverge her attention back to the sheet music in front of her. Grabbing them, she said, "If you don't mind. I have a song to write."
"I don't mind." Pedri sat back as if not to disturb.
Marcella turned back to him with a frown on her face. "I meant like, can you leave?"
The line between his eyebrows wrinkled a little. It left Marcella feelig guilty. "I just really need to finish this assignment." She mumbled, in all honesty. Writing a song wasn't easy to begin with, rewriting one also took time. Time that she didn't have.
"Play it for me."
"W..what?"
Pedri said so with such grace. "Play the song for me, perhaps it's not that bad? Maybe it's just señor Garcia who has mistake his wives underwear for his own?"
Marcella chuckled with uncertainty. "What does that mean?"
Pedri mimicked her expression, smiling as he leaned towards her. He whispered, "It means he's up tight....in the ass."
She shook her head, regretting having fueld his ego by laughing at such a cheap joke.
"Now you haven't got all day Marcella. Are you gonna play me the song or not?"
She was hesitant, but only because the way Pedri said her name threw her off. Pressing down on the piano keys, she regained some composure. Marcella didn't look to him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. However, she could see out of the corner of her eye that Pedri observed her causiosully, not saying a word until she'd finished playing.
"Aren't you supposed to sing to it?" His eye traveled to the sheet music where there was lyrics written underneath every measure.
"Like I said, it's not finished." Marcella let her hands rest on her knees.
"No? What's missing?" He suprised her that the conversation between the two was still ongoing, with Pedri sounding genuinely interested.
"Well first of all, I lost about three sheets in the parking lot the other day." And she had plans to make Gavi pay for that. "And overall I don't like the instructions for this assignment."
"Which are."
"Well..." She cleared her throat. "Señor Garcia wants it to be a love song."
"I see." Pedri nodded.
"You do?"
"Sure. You're obviously struggling to write about something you've never experienced before."
"I've obviously felt loved." Marcella corrected, a bit taken aback that he could pin point her struggles so accurately. "I mean my parents love me and my dog..."
"Yes, but that wasn't the assignment, was it?"
Marcella frowned. "What do you know anyway?"
"Like I said, the walls are thin and it's not the first time I've taken a nap in here. I've been hearing señor Garcia go off on you guys for the past few weeks now."
"I know." She groaned. "His ass is really uptight"
Pedri's eyes widened, along with his face that transformed with his bubbly laughter.
"What?" She blushed. "You said it first, not I."
"I know." He laughed. "But it's sounded way better coming out of your mouth." He stared at it, her mouth. And for a second all time stood still. However, Pedri was the first one to break eye contact. "So let's take a look at the lyrics then."
She snorted "What do you know about writing lyrics?"
"I know I'd never rhyme, time, with crime or crazy with lazy, when I'm trying to write a heartfelt love song. And why are you singing in English anyway?" To her suprise, he really looked genuinely displeased, forcing Marcella to come up with a logical answer. "Well I sound better singing in English."
"Bullshit."
Her eyes widened.
"You sang the national anthem in Español, no?"
"Yes, and?"
"And..." His voice lost volume.
"Sorry, what was that?"
He mumbled something under his breath.
"I'm sorry Pedri, I can't really..."
"I said..." He groand, "You sounded beautiful....singing in Spanish."
And for the second time all space and time seized to function. Marcella didn't know what was happening or what it meant, but it made her uncertain of herself in the presence of Pedri. He was tampering with her emotions somehow, making her feel things that she didn't want to feel.
#fanfiction#football imagine#footballer imagine#footballer x reader#football angst#fc barcelona#pedri x reader#pedri/gavi#pedri#pedrito#pedri x black reader#pedri gonzalez#pablo gavi#gavi
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made a reading order for match / bizarro superboy / bizarro boy / kent conner!
havent finished all of them on the list yet but wanted em all together
and no the ten year gap isnt a mistake, they only let him out the basment recently
#dc match#kent connor#bizarro superboy#bizarro boy#superboy#teen titans#young justice#dc#dc comics#dc reading list#comic reading order#comic reading guide#shazas reading lists#shaza reading lists
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Day 1
(Anticipation)
lee!Greg ler!Rodrick (I just finished chapter 82 of dysfunctional perspective).
"GREG YOU FUCKING NUMBNUT"yelled Rodrick as he rumaged the house for his little brother. Greg went into the basment and closed the door, stupidly not locking it. It was dark and quiet, too quiet. If his brother doesn't kill him, he'll have quite a story to tell.Greg began to take a sigh of relief but that was when he heard a yell.
"GREG, WHEN I FIND YOU, IM GONNA WRECK YOU TILL YOU CRY" said Rodrick.
Gregory wondered why his eldest brother couldn't just say tickle, but then again he didn't understand his brother for the most part.
Suddenly his mom came in. Shit he thought.
"Hey sweetie, whatcha doing in here,please come out. That was when Rodrick spotted him. They stared at eachother and Rodrick worded out to him.
"I'll get you later"
A week had past and Greg had been unusually jumpy, Rowley thought it was weird but he didn't need to know.
Greg went home that afternoon, expecting a jumpscare or a random tackle, but nothing....
He went to storm in to Rodrick's room and as he busted open the door, Rodrick looked as if he had been expecting him.
"Wha-"muttered Gregory before he was cut off.
"What gives, you ask?"said Rodrick as he sat down in a chair like a villain from a movie.
"Yeah but..."Greg was once cut off again.
"It's simple science, my wimpy sibling. I made you wait for it. I knew drawing it out would drive you absolutely insane and you knew that I would be out for revenge after what you did" said Rodrick.
(It's up to interpretation what Greg did)
Greg stumbled back and looked for is get away but he literally walked right into Rodrick's hand. Rodrick pounced on him.
"MOM!" yelled Greg.
"Isn't this what you've been waiting for? Mom left 20 monutes ago so you have no where to run" said Rodrick.
Greg gulped, his demises finally upon him.
Rodrick blew raspberries into Greg's stomach and Gregory screamed loud enough to Frank who was in the living room.
"Shit" said both boys in unison.
#sfw tickling#tickle fanfic#tickling community#sfw tickles#tickle blog#tickle community#lee!greg#ler!rodrock#diary of a wimpy kid#doawk#greg heffley#rodrick heffley#susan heffley#frank heffley#tickletober
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chip omg you are fr just like my irl bestie.
like, every day just about he will randomly go on liking sprees on one of my social medias and it’s honestly hilarious cause i’ll get like 50 notifications of him liking my posts😂
Pov: you want to meet this “bestie” to make sure you can somehow lock him in a basment and go as Milo’s bestie for the rest of your life.
But it’s the most Chip of the Chippest thing to do 😎✨ now if you excuse me I’m gonna go on my rampage of blowing everyone’s notifications with likes-
Edit#1: it’s been almost half an hour and I’m still halfway through on the rampage of likes *mentally crying*
Edit#2: I Infact did not finish catching up with em all 😭
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i think it comes down to the fact that i can have both choices, both going to south korea and get some time with him if i just, delay my application 6 months. Even though that's not the timeline i want and i do feel like this is just kicking my issues down the line another 6 months this is the only way i get both things.
I still have to talk with my recruiter, but i think if i explain my situation to her and that i'd fear being able to complete my contract if i signed one, she'll understand. as far as i know If i rescind my application now there is no damage to my applying in the future like i can still just apply in february for august intake. But if i try and rescind my application after i have a contract then i can't apply for another calendar year.
This isn't only just about him either, my mom needs my help renovating our house for my grandparents, and they've expressed an interest in moving in after i go to korea. but the issue is they'd be moving into MY bedroom as the basment won't be finished for another 6 months. We have no space for my shit, it's likely that everything i can't take with me to korea would get ruined/displaced. Even though i've expressed that i don't want this time and time again, i do not put it past my grandparents not to just show up with their stuff and my mom not being able to say no to them. They are literally about to be homeless by next week, BUT 3 of my aunts and uncles have fully furnished in law apartments for them all ready to go. they don't need to kick me and my stuff out of my room they just...want to live with my mom and my grandfather is a narcissist.
There is no option to put my stuff into storage or put it anywhere. there's also the event of my cousins wedding that i would not be able to attend at the beginning of the summer/would have to quit my contract early to attend. i can't really miss it. i can stay at my current job until i leave, it's not going to go anywhere even if the hours and pay aren't what i'd like, but at least i don't have rent or student loans to pay back yet cuz i was approved for the governments repayment program.
My brother might also be moving back east too in the next two months and as much as we've had a rocky relationship in the past, this last visit was so much nicer and it was really fun to reconnect with him in the time being.
if i delay another 6 months i get 6 months with him and i get to go to korea for more than 4, Seokjin will have just come back when i go, and Hobi will come back like 3 months after i've arrived. it won't be that bad even if living her is really taxing on my mental health.
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This website belongs to the queers.
Get the Fuck out of my house <3 <3 <3
Don't you have a box of crayons to finish eating?
Nasty old ancient old Cracker- kys <3 <3 <3
i Fuck both of your dead parents Every Night <3 <3 <3
Go back to Truth Social, you pencil-dicked Cretin <3 <3 <3
Trump needs more of your money <3 <3 <3
Doesnt seem like its your house any more? Does it? More like your moms basment.
And
No make me.
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What to do with an unfinished basement
What to do with an unfinished basement
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I live in a military town and we’re have a housing crisis rn. The house down the street from me is literally 2 bedrooms with one bathroom and just sold for almost $600,000 and I’m LOSING IT
#it went on the market 3 days ago too#also something about this neighborhood being more desirable bc it’s a little bit out of town and has bigger yards since it’s an older#neighborhood but like THAT MUCH for a 2 bedroom bungalow it’s making me spiral#a one bedroom apartment here is like $1200#and this isn’t a city#it’s literally an ‘unincorporated community’#I’m never moving out#my mom better be prepared to house me until I marry rich#also that house is at least 30 years old#for comparison#our house which is like 3x the size of that house with 4 bedrooms and a partially finished basment we bought from my grandparents#like 7ish years ago for a little over $200000#this is blowing my mind
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off limits?
tw- fem reader, angst, swearing, lowercase intended, me sucking at writing
request- hello! i heard you wanted requests for kevin from mental lords so how about kevin falling in love with hunters sister and him confessing and how hunter feels about it. you absolutely don’t have to write this. thank you!
also yes hunter says “heay” at the end
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“no no riiiight here” y/n said taking hold of the brown haired boy’s index finger to the second fret of the a string, walking him through playing the b major cord. you play guitar and kev wanted to give it a try. needless to say- hes confused.
“hey.. HEY! tooooo close guys way too close!” your brother hunter yells, stomping down the stairs to the basement and pushes the two of you apart.
“relax dude we weren’t doing anything”
hunter always had one rule for all of his friends. one and that was all; siblings are off limits. pretty reasonable right? considering hunter doesnt have many friends, it was never a problem - or so he thought. kevin had always had a liking for y/n but in the past few months that liking had progressed to loving.
“i play guitar too you know. just ask me”
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a like months time skip brought to you by my sisters mud potion
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“i mean seriously kevin what is your deal?” you whisper yell despite the basement you two are in being soundproof.
kevin had been avoiding you for the past couple of months out of nowhere, leaving you upset and confused.
“i mean seriously, every time you come here it’s to hang out with hunter and you don’t even bother to look at me!”
“nothing! nothing is wrong i’m fine.”
“that’s not what i asked kevin”
every time you guys speak you both get louder and louder
“so why the hell are you ignoring me?!”
“because you make me want things i can’t fucking have!” he said louder than anything either of you had said throughout the entire argument.
“seriously kevin?”
no answer.
“kevin.”
no answer.
“whatever”
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another time skip brought to you by me and hannah being on ft (i love hannah sosososooso much she’s the best so super sexy and cool)
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kevin nervously stands in front of the basment door of the sylvesters, the faint sound of hunter playing the guitar could be heard behind it.
“i can do it. i mean really it’s not that big of a deal.” kevin whispers to himself
once he forced himself into the basement he just stood there for a bit until hunter finished playing Aces High by Iron Maiden. kevin was hoping he would just move on to playing another song so that he could walk away.
“jesus christ kevin- do you plan on killing me?”
or not.
“uh- no actually. i wanna tell you something? or ask? i dont really know how to word it but i know you pro-”
“kevin shut up, slow down take a minute to think of how to word it. then tell me.”
after a few seconds of kevin thinking about it he desides to just go for it.
“ithinkiminlovewithy/n”
hunter drops his guitar out of his lap from the state of shock causing him to say nothing but a small
“shit”
a few minutes of the two musicians sitting in awkward silence and hunter still hasn’t said anything.
“soo uhhh-”
“y/n. as in my sister. y/n??”
“well yeah. why do you think i’m telling you this.”
“you know.”
those two words caused kevin to panic. ’is he gonna kick me out of the band?’ ‘is he gonna say we cant be friends anymore?’ the possibilities raced through his mind.
“anyone else i would’ve been really mad,” he paused for a moment “but- i trust you enough for you guys to be okay”
“really?” kevin hopefully questions
hunter sighs before answering “really.” he confirms “go”
“....where?”
“go go go” hunter hurriedly rushed his best friend up the stairs to the small hallway
“go make a move i suppose”
“ok ok okayyy im going!”
kevin knocks gently on the door of y/n’s room, soon being followed by her swiftly opening the door.
“oh my god. what do you want”
“to apologise to you”
“for real?”
“mhm”
you stand there for a second before roling your eyes and walking away to your bed leaving you door open, kevin taking this as him being allowed to follow you. closing the door behind him he sits next to you flattening the black blanket underneath him. neither of you say anyhing the only sound being the slipknot song you were previously playing on your guitar. you and hunter had always had different music tastes. sure, both in an alternative scene but yours being more nu metal and emo than his.
“i wanted- no” kevin sighs, now not knowing how to word it to you. so instead, he went back to not saying anything.
“ok?” you pick your guitar back up continuing to try and play Vermillion.
kevin looked around your room, inspecting your poster covered walls. there was barely any actual wall visible, all of the paint covered with the likes of deftones, pierce the veil, silverstain, icon for hire, lamb of god, volbeat, kittie and so many more, half of which he had never even heard of.
once he noticed he’s just been sitting next to you doing nothing, he turns faceing your side sitting cris-crossed, causing you to stop playing.
“you gonna apologise anytime soon?” you asked harshly
“oh- yeah sorry. i’m sorry..... you wanna know why i was ignoring you? i love you. there. i love you and i was scared that i was starting to like my bestfriend’s sister. was ignoring you the solution? no. was it stupid? yes.”
after you didn’t say anything he started to panic. again.
“sooo here i am. not ignoring you. are we switching the roles now?”
not knowing what to say you turn around faceing him now you too siting cris-crossed. taking a shaky breath out you grab his shoulders pulling him closer to you, and you lean into a kiss. he was taken aback at first, but once he realised what was happening he kissed you back, moving his hands to your cheeks.
“oh shit. no… no” you suddenly pull away, panicking
“what?”
“hunter? what about hunter? you’re his best friend! i shouldn’t be kissing you!”
“no no its ok i spoke to him before coming up here. actually he kinda pushed me up here- not that i didnt wanna tel-”
“ok i get it just stop talking and-”
before you can finish you sentence you’re interrupted by hunter swinging open your door.
“heay!! i may have told you it was ok, but don’t be moving so damn fast!”
#not me describing bands i listen to#hunter sylvester#kevin schlieb#emily spector#isis hainsworth#jaeden martell#jaeden lieberher#jaeden lieberher x reader#jaeden martell x reader#kevin schlieb x reader#hunter sylvester x reader#metal lords#metal lords x reader#emily spector x reader#adrian greensmith#adrian greensmith x reader#y/n#x y/n#reader#x reader#yn
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Trophy chapter four
Masterlist
Warnings: Adult Themes Dubcon,Controlling Behaviour, Swearing, Smut +18 Only
Chapter 0ne Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter five Chapter Six
Your escape doesn’t go as planned as Henry reveals just how much power he truly has.
You were just over a week into your 'stay' at Henry's manor and had just about had enough. Youd spent the last few days in a constant fit of frustration. I had become very clear in the first few days that you were nothing more than a toy, a doll for him to coo over and manipulate. Or maybe a better way to discribe it was the girl in a childs music box being made to dance when ever the owner decided to open the lid. Either way you felt trapped used and helpless, at first he made sure you spent as much time as possible together taking you to the office when he had to work, sitting you on the sofa with a book or parade you around the house.
After that he would put you in what became your daily cell tho never alone if he wasnt with you kal was. Day after day you were left in here a freshly decorated room that youd heard the guards refer to as the play room, it was like a large airy living room like somthing from pintrest a plush looking corner sofa around a light coffee table,large tv on the wall above the fireplace with games consoles neatly tucked away,two floor to ceiling book cases either side ,there was a cabinet full of dvds and games behind the sofa opposite there was a sideboard filled with sketch books, pens and pencils ect and a two seat small dining table sat between the two cabinets. The room was a mix of soft pale pinks and blues and was chock full of soft furnishings pillows and various blankets draped here and there and huge faux fur rug . The window was locked being ground level ,that was the first thing you checked when left alone ,not that you'd get far across the gravel drive he had made a point not to give you shoes. The saying bare foot in the kitchen sprung to mind.
He would visit you when you were in here at lunch forcing you to eat with threats of spanking sometimes worse. Being treated like a child was wearing thin and to be quiet honest you were becoming scared,finding it easier to go along with his insanity, you called him daddy without a thought somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it was wrong but after just over a week he had managed to drum it into you. It was frighteing just how quickly you could be conditioned you had to get out soon. He was overbearing always helping himself to you, kissing ,touching and generally trying to act as if you were a couple until you did something he didnt like then it was back to threats and reality hit.
Today was slightly different you woke up curled on your side his henry lazily running his finger through your hair you squinted rubbing your eyes as he leant over kissing your shoulder before running hi hand across your tummy spreading out his fingers and pulling you back against his crotch, he rocked against your bottom groaning quietly into your hair as you felt his cock springing to life he grinded harder against you before shuffling pinning you flat on your back straddling you pulling your legs to rest either side of his hips you whined in protest trying to shuffle from under him when he pulled you down tight against him he just tilted his head raising and eyebrow. The warning was clear behave. He rubbed against your mound sliding his cock along the seam pf your pussy. You closed your eyes tight already feeling the arousal build inside of you dreading what was to come, you couldnt help how your body reacted you tried to just let him get on with it but each morning he managed to coax you into participating a little more, not letting you distance yourself any longer. He grunted low i his throat as he pumped himself against you resting his weight on his hips one hand cuped the top of his cock squeezing it against you as he pushed it against your clit. You gasped as you felt his throbbing cock against you pulling high pitched moans and whines as you bit your lip trying to keep quiet. He chuckled
"Oh fuck... thats it baby girl ...come on let daddy hear you." You shook your head back and forth as your pussy weeped onto him soaking both of you you found your self panting hard when he groaned grabbing one of your hands replacing his over his cock you tried pulling away and he growled at you.
"Stay still baby.... fuck thats it good girl.. your so good for daddy" he groaed deep as he sped up before leaving wet open mouthed kisses on your collar bone then kissed up to your lips trying to pry your mouth open you turned your head away. He sighed moving his hand into the boxers that you wore finding your swollen clit flicking and pinching harshly causing you to buck and cry out, he quickly took the opportunity to invade your mouth tasting your tongue sucking you into a passionate kiss he let go of your hand placing his hand pressing your knee up to your torso spreading you out for him rubbing his cock faster with jerky thrusts skimming your opening with every movement you gripped the sheets twisting them as you felt your walls trying to clench onto him desperate for him to fill you you rocked back against him looseing yourself in him as he smothered you he released your mouth biting down on your neck leaving a mark alongside yesterdays. You became hot, to hot as you flushed under him chasing your own end grinding up against him
"Oh! oh god please! Please i cant" you babbled incoherently as he repositioned his hand thumbing your clit and thrusting into you harshly with his fingers bouncing your body across the bed you let out a load moan as his hand worked furiously rubbing amd curling his finding your soft spot befor zeroing in and running his fingers harshly across it you cired bucking out at him unsure of you wanted hi to go faster or get off your climax built and he chuckled as your clamped down on his fingers to the point of pain
"Aww baby you want to cum dont you? Thats it good girl so good is it to much?" he didnt relent still masaging that spot you nodded and cried tears falling down your face you couldnt breath it was to much
"Then cum, its ok you can cum, cum for daddy ,all over daddies fingers" you hated how his wods pushed you over the edge and even then he didnt stop he seemed to double his efforts when you arched violently with a silent scream gushing over his fingers he continued moving draggin out your orgasm he moved higher running the underside of his cock across your mound with stuttering hips.
"Oh..OH shit YES YES fuck! OH GOD Little one fuck" he let out a long gruntle moan as he finished spraying cum up your front you both laid there panting. Shame washed over you like it had done every morning he did this. You felt dirty and used he rolled on his side tucking you in his arms kissing your head praising you for how good you were and telling you how much he loved you as you curled ijto him wetting his tinto him overwhelmed. After a few moments the saddness past and you laid stock still against him as he pulled you to lie across him head on his chest stroking your hair once again.
"Iv got to go out today pet. I trust youll be good whne im gone and if your lucky I'll get you a treat" you froze at his words gojng out... that meant youd be alone the thlught filled you with dread and anticipation.
"If your naughty you will regret it when i get back."you both laid there for what felt like hours he wouldnt let you move. Tho he finally let out a breath and ushered you to the bath room showering with you. After getting dressed and having breakfast he left and you noticed he didnt put you any where. You dread to think what he was doing. But you were left the run of the house. So here you sat in the kitchen alone in the huge house apart from the security he kept on site. 'This was it.. or was it a test?..' you raced to the living room window and watched an expensive car leave the gates at the bottom of the drive as it dissapeared behinde the wall that clossed off the property. You debated in your head if he was just waiting to see if you were going to try and run or not. You had to try, somthing was happening to you here ,you didnt like how complacent you were getting with him. It was cruel really the only person that was aloud to interact with you was him, you find yourself almost craving him, you enjoyed his praise lapping it up liike a love sick school girl.
Deciding that this may be the last time you could escape before it was to late you walked into the kitchen slowly as not to alert anyone to your plan even tho your heart was racing ten to the dozen. Quickly and quietly you pulled a small packet of plasters from one of the draws. Throught out your stay you learnt a few things all the doors leading outside and your 'play room' had pressure alarms built in you'd set one off on your forth day trying to get out into the garden resulting in another painfull and very embarassing spanking in the kitchen then experienced your first corner time, the other thing you learnt were all the guards had shifts and patrol routes the house ran like clockwork youd freighed interest in him and he'd waffled on about how it wasnt all bad and he'd take you out when you'd acclimated to your new life then boasted about the cars he had in the basment garage but you'd 'never get to drive one as driving these fast cars is to dangerous for his baby girl'. Tho you hadnt made a thing of it you kept the information locked away youd been behaving hopeing he would let down his gaurd. Once you got the plasters you put them in the pocket of your cardigan and grabbed a butter knife hooking it in the back of your jeans wedging it just under the tight waist band.
"What are you still doing in here? Get to the playroom" you screamed in suprize as the voice came out of no where you spun round faceing the man and nodded walking past him quickly.
"Wait. What have you been doing in here?" He said grabbing your arm pulling you to a stop you huffed tugging your arm.
"Let go i havent done anything" you twisted around as he patted you down you froze mouth going dry as you thought he was going to find the knife in your jeans he didnt instead his hands found the packet of plasters the cocked an eyebrow
"Im doing some crafts today these are incase i get a paper cut...im clumsy and tthought i should take a pack the keep in there just incase" he eyed you for a few seconds befor smirking at you
"So the princess was sneaking about for some plasters, im suprised you werent trying to sneak candy, would be more fitting for his baby girl." He laughed as you glared at him venomously
"Fuck you ,you cunt" you spat in his face he growled before grabbing your arm in a bruising grip dragging you out of the kitchen down the hall as you screamed at him, a few others poked their heads around to watch asking what was wrong as you were dragged down the hall once outside your day room he stopped pressing a card to the reader next to the handle disarming the door and answered their qeustioning stares.
"Nothing just a temper tantrum im sure she will regret later when Boss finds out." He turned back to you.
"He might even make a show of it, i wouldnt mind seeing her bent over" you growled as he opend the door throwing you in , grunting as you landed hard on the floor he whistled for kal and let the dog enter behind you befor shutting the door arming the device again. Shaking away tears in your eyes as you heard then others laugh about how theyd love to see 'a piece of that ass' kal sat beside you nudging you for a cuddle you hugged him breathing deep nuzzling his thick fur, he was the only company you enjoyed here after snuggling with him a few minuets you pulled away putting your plan into action you got out suome supplies fro the art cupborads scattering them hear and there to make it look like you had been drawing, hopefully if anyone came in and found you missing they would assume that you had asked one of the others to let you use the bathroom as the ensuite to this room wasnt finished. You aproached the door pulling out the knife and lowered it to the door handle, the worst thing about this system was that you werent technically locked in, the door opend but set off an alarm that was indicated by a small red flashing light on the card reading panel. Breathing deep you pulled out a plaster removing the tabs on it sticking oneside to your finger. Gentle you pulled down on the handle until you couldnt anymore easing the knife alongside the door pushing on the plate you pivoted your body opeing the door enough to get your hand in the gap and stuck the plaster over the bottom of the pressure plate securing it down. Holding your breath you waited a few moments before summerizing that it had worked when noone came rushing down the hall you quickly slipped thrpugh the door catching kal befor he could make his way out and shut the door fully. You blinked then jumped for joy you could bearly see the edge of plaster on the frame. Quickly you jogged to the end of the hall ducking low realising that not having shoes might be a god send as you were almost silent as you moved you got another plaster ready on your hand as you ducked and dived behind the counters in the kitchen making your way around to the door Henry had left through.'it must have been to the garage' you though you made quick work of the door not waiting to see if the alarm had set off as you heard foot steps coming your way you slipped through the door closing it behinde you and ran down the stairs into a large garage on the left there was lots of hooks with keys on them you toke shaky breaths scanning them befor looking over the cars there must have been about eleven in total ranging from massive range rovers to calssy two seater sports cars. 'I need on that can blend in, a hatch back or somthing, maybe a saloon' you thought running down the line of cars the most normal looking one was a Jag you quickly ran to the keys looking for a set with the same logo as the car finding two you grabbed them both pushing unlock on one set seing another car across light up you threw them on the floor using the other one to unlock the car getting in quickly you felt your tummy tie itself in knots turning on the ignition and pulled the seat forward you put on your seatbelt out of habbit then dojng a small cheer when you saw it was an automatic you put it in drive wincing as it growled to life louder then it needed to be you pulled it up to the garage door and it opend you pulled it forward going up the bank once at the top you saw a gaurd stopping staring befor shouting out to the others.
"Dont let the gate open!!" You panicked and floored it the car took off down the drive skidding you a stop near the gate the instantly began rolling open. On gaurd was sprinting down the drive behinde you. You looked down for a button to look the doors finding it by the window controls you flicked it on and heard the click at all four doors locked lokking up you saw the gate had stopped half way you spun the wheel throwing the scar around squeezing the car throuh the gate clipping the wing mirror off in the process putting your foot down you gave a triumphant shout as you tore down the road away from that house. Leaning back into the seat relaxing as you made yourway towards the town, it was the only way to get to the motorway that would lead out of the area. You wiped tears from your eyes as as relief flooded you sobs wracked your body the drive to the town took longer than you thought it would and you were suspicious as no one had chased you from the house and had spent the whole drive flinching at every car that pulled up behind you. Pulling up to a round about you stopped recognising the area deciding to take a less busy route pulling off to the outskirts of town you parked up into a superstore looking threw the car for money finding a few £20 notes a tap at the window you screamed turning it was a police officer you gulped looking in the rearveiw mirror seeing a squad car pulled up behind you blocking you in, he indicated for you to roll down the window.
"Yes can i help you?" You asked trying to sound normal
"Miss did you realise your missing a wing mirror?" You followed his gaze and smiled meekly. Getting a bad feeling in your gut.
"Yes, its my boyfreids car i borrowed it and hit a sign back there im going to book it in now hopefully get it done and he wont find out i hurt his baby" you ended with a chuckle patting the steering wheel he didn't look convinced and motioned for his colleague to join him
"Uh huh, so are you insured to drive this car? Sure you didnt hit another car?" You shook your head
" Well i hope im insured he said hed made me a name driver and no i didnt hit anyone, the car caught me by suprize i hadnt realised how much oommf it had and still getting used to the size its a bit wider then mine." You explained hoping you were convincing enough he smiled the held out his hand to you.
"Can i see your licence?" You froze then pretended to look around the car for it
"Oh shit i dont have my bag on me sorry can i give you my name instead and you can look it up on the system?" You pleaded hoping that he would let this one go
"So you dont have your purse on you? When your taking his car to the garage to get it fixed?.... yeah im gonna have to ask you to step out of the car now." He said moving back from the door you looked behind you panicking there was no way to pull out.
"Wh-what? Why?" You cried out as he put his hand in the car opeing the door
"No! No you cant do this you dont understand please!" You shouted at him as he undid your seatbelt pulling you out of the car cuffing your hands behind your back reading you your rights.
"Your under arrest for car theft,careless driving and driving with out insurance , you have the right to remain silent anything you do say can harm your defence and used in court ,Call it in we found Mr cavills car" you froze, hed called in that his car had been stolen. He used the police to track you. You wailed twisting against him as you realised why no one had chased you, he was using the police to bring you back to him.you cried as he dragged you to the squad car.
"NO! You dont understand he kidnapped me! Please you have to let me go! He's mad he locked me up please you have to help me." You kicked out as he forced you into the back seat on the car slamming the door you sobbed in the back seat as they locked up the jag and got in the front of the car.
"Please do make me go back i dont know what he'll do" you cried pitifully they sighed looking at you threw the plexiglass.
"Im sorry love there's nothing we can do for you... i wish there was but its our asses on the line" then he started the car driving towards the station. It wasnt long befor you found yourself in a cell heavy metal door between you and your escape laying on the bed crying and terrified of whats to come. Panicking everytime you heard foot steps down the hall thinking it was him. It was over an hour later when you jumped as the heavy lock on your door opened with a loud bang revealing a calm looking Henry standing beside a sympathetic looking officer he shooed them away.
"Give us a minute" he didnt take his eyes off you as he stepped into the room seemed to take over the small space you shuddered backing away from him sending a pleading look to the officer who ingored you and left.
"Well pet have you got that out of your system now?" He said crossing the cell in large strides his suit jacket hung over one arm that was in his pocket. You shook your head crying
"Pl-please im sorry i-i had to" you flinched as he brought his hand to your face. Smoothing back your hair
"Sshhh shh its ok now everything is going to be fine" he calmed you pulling his outher hand up wiping your tears away before for twisting his fist in your hair you yelped clawing at his hand trying to relieve the pain in your scalp.
"You've been a very very naughty girl havent you?" He tugged your hair back forcing you to look at him still wiping your face with his other. It summed him up caring and kind yet brutal and cruel. He grinned a sadistic grin
"I should let you know that im not pressing charges, what kind of boyfreind would i be if i did?" He teased you letting you know he was told your cover story you cried in pain as he dragged you the few steps towards him forcing you onto your tip toes
"STOP! Please Henry your hurting me!" He tutted at you looking at his watch
"Three hours away from the house and were back to Henry? What happened to Daddy? Well it doesnt matter i hope now you realise that there is no escape. You cannot run or hide from me love i have eyes everywhere." He lowerd you back down releasing your hair clutching you to his chest trapping you in a strong grip as you sobbed shaking like a leaf more out of anxiety then anything else.
"Shh shh. its ok little one... i know its been a scary day getting out , nearly crashing into the gate and then being arrested? its all going to be ok, now that you've got this out of your system you can finally settle at home. Ihave been waiting for this little blow up from you i was beginning to think the gun fiasco was it" His words filled you with dread as you began to sink in this was it for you, that there was no way out, he would find you at some point. Rocking you backwards and forwards with your arms trapped at your side he tucked his nose into your hair kissing it every so often.
"Tho this is probably my fault it was enavitable for you to try and run again, i havent trained you properly yet, not givin you the attention you truly need, but dont worry we will start once we get home. I want you to know daddies not angry, no no he's just dissapointed" he pulled back draping his jacket over your shoulders.
"I hope you know that your still in serious trouble when we get home young lady i warned you this morning that youd regret playing up" he murmmerd into your ear as he walked you out of the cell down to the reception he didnt hold you because he didnt need to there was nowhere you could go.
"Mr cavill would you sign these ,I assume your not pressing charges?" Henry looked up winking at you
"No no my girlfriend couldnt help herself, she's like a child in that respect no self restraint. Never thinks of her consequences" You shuddered catching the his unspoken threat looking down as tears of humiliation the officer chuckled as Henry said this sighing his name
"Well she does look distraught, dont be to hard on the little thing I'd jump at the chance to drive one of those myself."
Henry laughed out loud drawing some attention from the others in the waiting room
"Oh dont you worry about her, she'll find a way to make it up to me somehow wont you babygirl" he said winding an arm around your waist pulling you against him squeezing his hand painfully tight. You looked down nodding hearing a few snickers and scoffs from women in seats behind you.
"Now apologize to the officer for wasting his time baby." You scowled up at him being met with a shit eating grin opening your mouth to tell him to fuck off thankfully you were interupted.
"Oh now thats not nessasary saving a tiny thing like her from herself isn't wasting time ..I'm glad I could help" Henry smiled at you kissing your cheek feeling please with himself.
"Now isnt that nice sweety. He's happy to help us" you gave a jerky nod as Henry finished the paperwork.
"I will have someone collect the car today" he called over his shoulder as he forced you along side him stopping before he got out of the door.
"Oh baby Wheres your shoes?" He asked smirking at you knowing damn well that he hasnt got you any, you felt the eyes of the other people on you as he shook his head picking you up cradling you recieveing a few awws and judgmental stares from the women. Unable to take it anymore you tucked your face into his neck crying.
"Im sorry please im so sorry i wont do anything like this again". He sighed pushing throught the doors and made his way to the car park climbing into the back or a range rover holding you in his lap as the car began moving.
"Its a little to late for sorry baby, daddy has to punish you for being an extremly naughty little girl. Stealing and damaging daddies car running away and getting arrested lying to the police? What kind of daddy would let you get away with all that?" You shuddered mind wandering what he had instore for you, not just for punishment but the training he mentioned in the cell you squirmed in his lap as you mulled it all over feeling sick to your stomach.
#henry cavill x reader#henry cavill imagine#henry cavill fic#henry cavill smut#daddy henry cavill#mob boss henry cavill#henry cavill is daddy
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won’t you lay me down
Hi, I wrote some CCU hurt/comfort fluff. I know that sounds like an oxymoron, but bear with me.
In which: Derek has a bad mental health day. Will has his back.
Also on ao3!
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Will doesn’t see the text at first.
It’s not really his fault. Monday mornings are busy. After morning practice at 6:30 (Will likes that better than evening practice, and as captain he’s tried to keep the practice schedule relatively consistent), he has a meeting with Hall and Murray for thirty minutes while the rest of the team filters out to their respective morning activities and routines. It’s the last he sees of Derek until the afternoon, every Monday— because after Will’s meeting with the coaches, he’s straight off to his internship in Boston for the rest of the morning, then comes back to campus for his 2:30 CS 381 class.
So when the text comes in, he’s mid-transit from Boston to Samwell, sitting in traffic on 128. As a general rule, he doesn’t check his phone while driving. Also, why the fuck is there so much traffic in the middle of the day on a Monday.
He doesn’t understand Massachusetts drivers.
Anyway. It’s when he gets back to campus that he sees it, sitting in his lockscreen over the wallpaper of him and Derek.
18m ago
Derek: do u mind if i chill in the basement
Derek: can’t focus in my room, c is playing music
Oh. Will unlocks his phone, sitting in his student parking spot. He and Derek use each other’s rooms all the time, even outside of their constant sleeping-over in each other’s. Many a time has he returned from class, internship, or other obligation to find his boyfriend hanging out in the bungalow.
They have their own spaces in the Haus, but they do their fare share of, well. Sharing.
Sry just saw this , he sends back. Was drivung. Of cuorse you can use the basment
He looks at the text thread for a second, then sends a <3 after his message, and tucks his phone away again.
On to the next thing.
Class is sort of tedious today, but what’s worse than it is the actual trek back to the Haus from the compsci building, because it’s frigid outside, a chill that gets to his bones even in his winter jacket and the beanie he stole from Derek. In typical New England February fashion, it’s supposed to snow tonight, or at least that’s what he thinks he heard from someone at his internship this morning. He spent most of his shift working out a kink in his supervisor’s code, and he was lost in the numbers and symbols for hours.
He likes it. It’s satisfying to figure out a program.
When he reaches the Haus, finally , Whiskey and Ford are hanging out in the kitchen. He waves to them on his way by, then wonders if he should bake tonight. Maybe after his homework, he can make cookies. The pie he made this weekend is gone already, because all three of the freshmen were here yesterday, nothing he bakes lasts long in their presence.
Will heads straight downstairs, and the door to his room is closed; the lights inside look like they’re off. He eases it open, reaching for the light switch. Derek must have finished whatever he was doing.
Or— not.
Derek is here, and he can tell because he hears Dwayne Johnson singing. He freezes with his hand on the light-switch before he can turn it on, and steps all the way into the room instead, where he catches sight of him— or at least catches sight of what he knows is him, under several layers of cover.
Derek has burrowed himself into Will’s bed with his laptop, and he’s watching Moana , the light of the screen on his face the only source of any light in the room at all. He’s wearing Will’s Samwell hoodie, the good one with Poindexter and 24 and C on the sleeve, and its hood is pulled over his head, strings drawn to make his face look like a blue-lit mask poking out of it. He looks only half-invested in the movie, because he’s resting his face on his arm, scrunched up to the pillow.
Will’s stomach turns. Bedridden Derek in his stolen sweatshirt and Moana are a combination that can only mean one thing.
He closes the door, gently, behind himself. “Der?”
It appears that this is the first Derek actually notices that someone else has entered the room. Will hears the click of the space bar, and the Rock halts mid-chorus. “Oh,” comes Derek’s voice from his blanket cocoon, and it’s small and drawn, the opposite of his loud bravado. “Hey, babe.”
“Hi.” Will drops his backpack at the door, then goes directly to him, crouching on the steps that get him to the loft bed. “Hey,” he says, across the laptop. “Are you okay?”
Derek pauses. He purses his lips at his computer screen, then sighs and lowers it. “Ch’yeah,” he mumbles. “I’m alright.”
With the laptop closed, Will reaches for his face. He cups his stubbly cheek in one hand, runs his thumb across his cheekbone. Derek looks blank, drained. Will knows this demeanor well by now.
“No, you’re not,” he whispers. Without the light of the laptop, it’s nearly dark inside. The slivers of gray daylight from where Derek pulled the shade on the window are all that remain.
Derek breathes in like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He nuzzles his face into Will’s pillow a little more.
“Der,” Will whispers. He kneels on the steps, pauses his thumb by Derek’s ear. “Gray day?”
Derek whimpers a little, like it pains him to admit it, but nods. “Yeah.”
Will keeps gentle. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. “This morning?”
Derek bites his lip. “Didn’t feel it this morning.”
“Oh.” Will pauses. “When did it hit you?”
He closes his eyes. “When I got back to the Haus.”
Will frowns. “I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
Derek’s eyes are still closed. He shakes his head. “You couldn’tve known, babe.”
For a moment, the room is quiet. Will pushes Derek’s laptop aside a little. “What can I do?”
Derek takes his time, answering. Will is patient. He knows how to do this. He slides his hand into his curls under the hood; they’re matted, and they’ll be worse if he just lays in bed for the rest of the day. “You want to tie your hair?”
Derek takes a long breath.
“You don’t have to,” Will adds. “But if it’ll help you for later…”
“My scarf’s upstairs,” Derek mumbles, weakly, like upstairs is a continent away.
“It’s okay,” Will tells him. “I can get it, baby.”
Derek’s face contorts a little, like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t; he just opens his eyes. His eye contact is distant, like he’s staring more into space than back at Will, but he’s trying, and Will knows that. “I love you,” he whispers, and then, “I don’t feel well.”
“I know,” Will hushes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.”
“I’m sorry,” Derek groans.
“Never be sorry,” Will says. “Ever.” He kisses his forehead, feather-light, and then tells him, “I love you too. And I’m gonna go get your scarf, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Derek winces again, like something hurts. He nods, though, slowly, and rests his cheek on the pillow again. Will pulls back to go, but God, it’s hard, because he knows how much Derek hates being alone when he feels like this, and he’s already been in here by himself for God knows how long—
Okay, he’ll only be gone a minute. But even so, he feels the need to fill that space. He climbs down to his bookshelf, reaches onto its center shelf between Derek’s poetry books, and grabs hold of his oldest friend.
“Here,” he whispers, bringing Cromwell up so Derek can see. “Do you want a friend?”
Derek eyes the plush lobster, and though he doesn’t look like he has an ounce of energy to smile, his eyes soften. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Please.”
Will hands him over, and Derek engulfs the little red thing in his sea of blankets, resting him right under his nose. The visual would be cute, if Derek weren’t in such a bad spot. Will caresses his cheek again, then smooths the few curls that are poking out of the hood. “Be right back, baby,” he says. “Do you know where your scarf is?”
Derek pauses, then shakes his head.
“It’s alright,” Will assures him. “I’ll find it.”
This was hard, at first, being so new to this side of him, and not knowing how to help him. But they’ve been together for eight months, and Will knows Derek’s gray days by now, knows the tells for when he’s feeling down, knows a few remedies that help to ease the numbness.
He makes a beeline for Derek’s room upstairs as fast as his legs can carry him. The space itself is even evidence that Derek isn’t feeling himself; there are more clothes on the floor than usual, and the bed is unmade, and his desk looks like his notebook exploded. Will sifts through his dresser drawers, between Samwell shirts, pairs of gym shorts, random articles of Will’s own clothing that’ve been stolen, but there’s no sight of the green headscarf he wears sometimes to bed. He moves his search to the desk, and then to the actual bed, and he’s about to give up when he finds it tucked between the down comforter and the sheets.
Success. He heads back downstairs.
“Hey, Dex, is Nursey in your room?”
“Oh—” Will halts in the kitchen doorway. The question came from Ford; she’s still at the counter. “Yeah,” he replies, poking his head around the corner. Tango has now joined the kitchen gathering. “He’s just watching a movie.”
“Oh, cool.” Ford nods. “I just didn’t know if he was in the Haus. I thought I saw him go down there, like, two hours ago.”
“Yeah,” Will says, “he’s with me.”
Tango waves. “Hi, Dex!”
“Hey, Tango.” Will opens the basement stairs door.
Chowder knows this version of Derek as well as Will does, but the rest of the team doesn’t. It’s what’s buried under the chill, what he could never stand to let people know about himself.
Derek’s brain is awful to him sometimes.
Back in his room, he finally takes off his winter jacket and closes the door behind him, then climbs up the steps to his bed again. Derek is still snuggling with Cromwell, but his laptop has moved; he’s pushed it to the pouch adjacent to Will’s headboard where he keeps his phone, occasional book, and other random stuff while he sleeps.
Will unfolds the scarf. It’s silky smooth. “Gave up on Moana ?” he hums.
Derek rolls over and nods. Will kicks his sneakers off, then crawls onto the mattress, which squeaks a little under both their weight. He slides a hand under his back— Derek is very, very warm, but that’s the way he likes to be when he’s like this— and eases him up into a sitting position. “Sit up for me, babe?”
Derek moves with his touch, nice and easy, and when Will has him sitting up, he slots himself against his back, lets Derek lean on him. “You want me to talk?” he asks as he pulls the hood off his head. “Or do you like the quiet?”
Derek hums a little. “Talk. Please.”
“Okay.” Will combs through his curls, then pulls the scarf tight around them. He learned this on YouTube, after his third time hearing post-funk Derek lament that his depression was ruining his hair. “It’s supposed to snow,” he tells him. “Five inches.”
Derek groans. “Fuck that.”
“I know,” Will mumbles. “But if classes get cancelled, I’ll make cookies.”
“Mm.” Derek hums again, as Will pulls the knot at the back of his neck tight. “What kind?”
“Still deciding.” He hooks his arms around his neck, pulls him close, and kisses his cheek. “You can file a request, if you want.”
“Snickerdoodle.”
“Done.”
“Thank you.” Derek pauses. “For tying my hair.”
Will noses into his neck, drops a kiss there, and then moves back up to his face. “Of course, Der.” He turns him a little, cups his face in one hand. Derek still looks gray, and he looks, God, he looks so tired ; he always does when he’s like this, but it pains Will every time.
He wants to take every ounce of hurt away from him.
“What can I do?” he asks.
Derek takes a long breath while he thinks about it. His words, on these days, come slowly. “Um.” He nods to himself, like he’s thinking about it. “Do you have homework?”
Will shakes his head. “I have plenty of time to do it.”
“Okay.” Derek pauses, then, “Lay with me?”
“Yeah.” Will nods. “Ayuh. Of course.”
They wind up curled into the blanket pile, with Derek pressed tight against Will’s chest, a little further down the bed than him so he can tuck his face into his shoulder. Will presses a kiss to the top of his scarf, holds him as close as he can. He knows the pressure helps him, eases his brain a little. Cromwell rests on the pillow, somewhere near the both of them. He’s a little extra moral support.
“Thank you, Will,” Derek says, with an exhale, as he nuzzles into his chest.
“You’re welcome,” Will replies. “Always.”
“Mmf.” Derek wraps himself around him, arms and legs and all. His voice is muffled when he speaks again, but Will knows the words anywhere. “You and me.”
Will nods. “You and me.”
It’s a mantra and a promise. Hell or high water. Good days and gray ones.
“I’ve got you,” he tells him, and he’ll never let go.
#poindextears writes#ficlet#omgcp#omgcheckplease#omgcp fic#nurseydex#dexnursey#william poindexter#derek nurse#cromwell the stuffed lobster
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This evening I was slowly going through all the decks I have designed so far ( And the empty spaces i measured out for them. ) for Mizrel’s airship and I Always find it interesting to see just how much I have crammed into/designed for a ship when i make one.
This isn’t the first air/space/sea vessel I have made, but it’s prob. one of the larger ones. On average most the decks are fairly ‘short’, averaging what you’d expect on say, Star trek corridors/crew quarters in height, others are a bit tall, like the Cargo area, spanning two tall, three with its sublevel, the hanger, being.. a hanger, its about three ‘standard decks’ tall.
Other areas turn into little complex, Like the cargo deck and its sub areas, the research and development deck, which spans two to three ‘standard decks, mostly lacking any really tall areas save for a few.
Each area has developed it’s own theme, with none of the corridors, doorways, lights, ect, really being the same, just slightly similar, from ‘complex’ to ‘complex’. That said, it all matches just enough to look like its the same vessel, just each area has it’s own style. ( The cargo decks feel more warehouse/basment-y, the engineering and technical decks feel more heavy industrial, the research decks feel more like your an area dedicated to such and so on. )
I expect the residential decks/ ‘complex’ to fairy nice when I finish building the concepts in my head, and the officers deck and Mizrels personnel areas will prob. look like some posh manor inside, making it hard to tell your on an airship until you look out a window.
Other fun things when designing stuff like this is figuring out the best location for an area, and how to deal with the restrictions of the exterior design of the vessel. Every time I build any thing, I always build INSIDE the exterior shell, so that regardless of what it is, a Building, a ship, a vehicle, ect, the interior actually matches the scale of the extiror and vice versa, so the entire build FEELS like it belongs to whatever it is.
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My first project during winter break with my dad. Finished my basment (No previous experience, first time)
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