#it's too hot for most things let alone a bubble bath

[pourablecat]

He's Practicing

[goldsbitch]

BEEP

First night in a shared apartment with Lando. All is idyllic - until there is an unidentifiable alarm sound, which brings out insecurities buried safely inside under normal circumstances.

fluff, anxiety vibes, one shot

Y/N was a baths type of person. In fact, Lando suspected her being a part-time mermaid. Always in a body of water, if possible. For hours and hours. Many times he had come to her home only to find her sitting in a bathtub of then already cold water on her "home office" hours, with a laptop on her precisely curated set up. He would come to her, chat a little and playfully splash some water into her face, before having her drain the tub and joining her after another set of hot water was in it. Even after that, he could only last about 20 minutes before getting uncomfortable.

He was glad water bills were not life or death for him when they moved together to their first official shared apartment in Monaco. Making it their own was her priority, so a bathtub was an absolute must. Pool nearby as well.

As far as moving houses goes, this was a hectic one. Lando's schedule making it hard for him to participate, so she had to organize it all with the help of movers. Cleaning out two apartments into one. She was few years younger than him and this was the first time she had actually moved on her own, making it a classic test of adulthood. There were few pseudo panic attacks involved during the process. However, the feeling of accomplishment? Being able to prove to herself that she can do it alone was something nobody could ever take from her. Another level of adulthood conquered. But she didn't want Lando to know about this little insecurity of hers - with him having to grow up faster than most of his peers, she sometimes felt like she was lacking behind. Though Lando never made any comment about that, in fact this did not cross his mind at all, until their first proper evening together in their new apartment.

Lando was excited for that evening, but he was proper tired. Physically and mentally drained. Few weeks of constant travel and racing drama had him totally off.

She managed to get most of things ready for his arrival. They hit the bubbly bathtub immediately upon him coming home. Lando was smitten. Coming home, it felt really refreshing after months of "your place or mine?".

It was raw, both of them naked facing each other in the tub, legs entangled, their bodies touching at multiple places. Hot steam coming out of the water filled the room, curling Lando's hair more that usually and the scent of her latest favorite vanilla bath salt gave into the relaxing atmosphere. They casually caressed each other, engaging in a light simple conversation, carefree and intimate.

All of that went out of the window when there was an excruciatingly loud and sharp beep alarm noise suddenly out nowhere.

BEEP

Y/N eyes went wide. Lando knew that look all too well by then. Pure panic. He knew there were few moments he had to stop her spiraling.

"What was that? Did you hear it?" she asked, boring her eyes in his for answers he did not have.

He smiled and tried to pass on some relaxing energy onto her. "Yes, I did...Calm down, it's probably nothing."

"Probably?! How can you be sure?"

Lando reached for her hand. "I'm sure. All is good and fine, let's not get bothered by anything. I missed you so much," he said truthfully. She was what he wanted to focus on. Not some nonsense sounds.

She eased a bit, her fingers still feeling tense in his hands. "I miss you everytime."

"Oh, so it's a competition now?" he smirked, happy he got her distracted.

BEEP

The two stared at each other in silence for few moments.

"Honey, ignore it," he said trying to sound more demanding than a plea.

Y/N took a deep breath in. "I am ignoring it."

"I can see that, clearly," he said sarcastically. "Tell me about your week instead. Were the movers ok? Did they do a good job?"

"Well, we're sitting here and we have a bed to sleep in, so I'd say it was a success," he replied dryly.

"You're my little nervous peach, aren't you?" he said, leaning closer to her so that he could caress her face. Oh boy, was he drowning in love with this strange human sitting across him.

She let go of her pout. "Yes...But, you're the one to talk! You always get nervous before a car upgrade."

He was truly fascinated how she was unapologetically able to compare new McLaren upgrades with a random beep sound. He'd already made a mental check of the things that could have been making that sound and figured all the important alarms made a completely different sound. For a moment, he imagined his girlfriend sitting in a formula 1 car going over 200 km/h, freaking out in the style only she knew how. He'd never admit this to her, but he found her "freaking out" face irresistible.

He calculated his response. "It's perfectly fine to get nervous. But trust me, this in nothing."

BEEP

Her question was almost immediate. "What if it's the gas. What if we have a gas leak. A guy came here to do an inspection yesterday, what if he didn't close the vent or whatever?"

"Honey, the gas is not even on now..." he looked at her perplexed.

She was unstoppable at this point. "I don't know that! I don't understand these things! It's all gas heater there, air conditioning here, water boiler this and insurance that. Did you know we need to have a property insurance for the lease?"

"Yes, I knew that." He was not sure how to keep responding at that point. The last thing he wanted was to make her spiral more.

"Well, I didn't! Felt like an absolute idiot talking to the guy, I thought these things were part of leases."

Lando squeezed her hand. "It's fine. Once we get out of the tub, we'll go and search for the sound. Hey, maybe it has already stopped."

She was staring at him, waiting for her cue, expecting a beep sound any moment now. He returned her look, challenging her, making a battle of who was right. And the sound? Suddenly, not even a little ding.

"See?" he said, really hoping it was not going to come as he finished.

Tension was high in the bathroom, making it the opposite of relaxing. Yet still, there was no place other than these two would rather be. Well, Y/N would rather be at the source of the forsaken beeping, but, that was not happening now.

"Ok. Maybe you're right," she said, visibly tired as well.

"We'll get out of this bath in few mins, have dinner in the bed, watch some nonsense and go to sleep, ok? I need your cuddles, desperately," he said softly and leaned to kiss her.

BEEP

"Oh my god, what is that???" she screamed in utmost annoyance.

"Honestly, it sounds like it's coming from outside the house," he observed - and she was not having it anymore.

She gave him a sassy smile. "So, what. Is it the apocalypse now?"

"It's not the apocalypse."

Flustered wave hit her face, having her melt down completely. "Why would someone install an alarm somewhere and have it beeping for no apparent reason? People don't do that."

"I don't know, my love..."

"That's ok, but I should know! I took over the apartment from the realtor - I should have asked!"

"And what would the question be? What are the things that could beep?"

She threw her arms out, splashing water everywhere and not even noticing it. "I don't know! That's the thing! I just don't know. And I don't have a single idea where people find these out. How come everyone around always seems to know and I'm here just sitting, vibing and hoping we're not going to burn the house down."

"Y/N? What's this about?" he asked, concerned. Was she ok? Was there something he'd missed?

She was on a roll, words just flowing out of her mouth, the way only speaking to Lando made her do. "I just feel so out of place some times. I'm doing all these adult things, far away from family and from you as well. And I want to be able to do it, I want to be a good adult. But I just don't know."

He tried to hold her hand once again, but she was busy having her arms crossed around her chest. "You're still young, this is growing up. I also don't know yet, many times..."

"I don't want to be your burden, I want to be your support."

"You are my support, what are you on about?"

"I was suppose to be in charge of the whole moving thing. And here we are and I can't even tell you what's beeping."

BEEP

"My god! Can it just stop! Please!"

Lando was still thinking about what she said previously. The familiar feeling she described.

"You did a great job with the move, by the way. Honestly. It would not happen without you. I wish I could be here more," he spoke slowly, hoping she would subconsciously join in his tune.

She sighed. Might as well get everything out now. "I love you, you know that. But it gets lonely sometimes. And there is no end of your nomadic lifestyle in sight. And what if you get bored of me once you stop traveling? We've never spent a month without a break together. What if when you're older, you decide I'm actually pretty boring and you leave me for someone younger. And I'll be old, pass my best years and alone once again."

She stopped, surprised a little bit by the words that came out of her. Now that it was out, it was impossible to ignore.

Lando was hyper focused now. Every word a calculated decision. This was no longer a chill chat.

BEEP

"Y/N. I love you too. And I love you the way you are and I can't imagine loving anyone else. I'm also excited for the older version of you to come one day, to accompany my older self that I have yet to meet. I want to be with you. My job is making this harder, but I hope this will not be an obstacle for you."

The last thing she wanted was to make him feel guilty. She got mad at herself for tangling things up together so much that it stopped making sense to her. "Of course not. I love your passion and the fact you dream big. Sorry, this got a little out of hand."

"No, I'm glad you're finally phrasing your worries. Is there anything more?" Lando was keen on continuing this impromptu chat.

"What if we grow apart? People change all the time. What if we stop wanting each other? How long can love last?"

He smiled. "For me it's impossible to imagine it now. I can only speak for my present self. But what you described it the last thing I'd ever want to happen."

Y/N took a deep breath once again. "Do you want children? Because I don't know yet. Yet, unlike you, I don't have the luxury of decades to decide. My time is slowly running up. And here I am, not even sure if want them?"

"Honey, plenty if time for that. I'm sure I do not want children in the next two years anyway. It must be real fun in your head sometimes - in one sentence you're too young to know adult stuff and in other you're too old for having children?"

She finally laughed. "Yeah. It is confusing sometimes."

"I hope you don't get offended, but you look absolutely gorgeous when you're flustered. Don't be too hard on yourself, please."

"I'll remind you of that when you're on your typical self-hate trip after a bad race."

"Touché." Got him there.

"Shall we get out of the bath? Would you mind searching with me for the alarm?"

"With you I'll be happy to do absolutely anything."

He got out and reached a hand for her when she was getting up, almost as a metaphor for her current state. They helped each other dry out, put on new matching bathrobes that Lando brought as a gift and searched the whole apartment for anything that could or would beep. There were few more beeps coming their way before they suddenly stopped. The two figured it really was coming somewhere from outside. Once Y/N was finally convinced they checked everything, she agreed on getting to bed and cuddle. Lando offered going out to get her ear buds for sleeping, but by that time it had already stopped.

They never found the source of the beeping. But, that's ok. Sometimes things just make unexpected noise and it's fine.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Gorefest.

Pairing: Yandere!Gojo x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen).

Word Count: 1.3k.

TW: Gore, Blood, Major Character Death (Reader Is Fine), Implied Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Prolonged Stalking, and Delusional Behavior.

You found his latest gift on your doorstep.

It was a heart, this time – deflated but otherwise fully intact, blue viens still visible against pink flesh. A small puddle of blood and other gelatinous viscera surrounded it, but you ignored that in favor of wrapping the disembodied organ in your cardigan and unlocking the door to your apartment, too exhausted to fumble with your keys and too worn down to pretend you still thought you could get away from him on your own. His present was dropped into the ever-bubbling vat of crimson slurry you used to boil down his gifts until they’d been reduced to a less incriminating state, your shoes kicked off and left by the door. You didn’t bother turning on any lights. You were home, but you didn’t want to let yourself acknowledge that until he was gone.

You found Gojo in his usual spot; on the floor of your bedroom, his hands still stained red and one of your threadbare sleepshirts crumpled at his side, the dark material stained with something white and awful. That made two articles of clothing ruined, tonight. A few months ago, when the most he ever brought you was a half-beaten bouquet of roses and a list of questions for the strange man whose favorite place in the world seemed to be your living room, you would’ve been tempted to demand that he pay for the damages. You’d learned better than to imply you wanted anything from him, since then.

He was lying on his side, toying with something large and vaguely circular, his grin that of a cat dropping a slaughtered mouse at its owner’s feet. He was surrounded by more of his ‘presents’ – the disembodied organs of whatever poor criminal or curse user he’d taken it upon himself to dissect. You were glad you’d kept the lights off. You could see the outline of small intestine strung along the walls, assorted gore left in carefully considered piles wherever Gojo deemed it necessary. It’d take hours to clean up, after he left. Demanding that he help would only give him the impression that you wanted to spend time with him, and you weren’t going to make that mistake twice.

You moved to speak, but as always, he just had to be the center of attention. It was like he couldn’t imagine a world where you might’ve done anything but focus on him. “Welcome home,” he half-sung, pushing himself up and pulling his oblong, mishappen keepsake into his lap. “Do you want to start with dinner, or should I run you a hot bath? Or, if you want, you could always have a little of me—”

“Shut the fuck up.” And then, pointing in the general direction of your front door, “Get out.”

“So cold, babe. And after I went through all that trouble to set this up.” The coppery stench was starting to get to you. You could only pray the neighbors wouldn’t notice, or that you’d be able to think of a feasible enough excuse by the time they did. “I got hurt for you, too.” He held up a hand, gesturing towards the faintest, shallowest cut on his cheek. “Aren’t you going to dote on me? You know, like you used to – after you found me in that alley and bandaged my wounds. What was the first thing you said to me? That I was too pretty to bleed to death alone?”

You didn’t encourage him with a response, only crossing your arms over your chest and deepening your scowl. “Get out,” you repeated. “I don’t want you here.”

His grin only broadened. “If you keep saying things like that, I might start to think you’re trying to get me to leave.” Exasperation bled into your agitated expression, and Gojo let out a bark of a laugh. “Look, I know you like to play shy, but I’d really like it if we could use tonight for us. We could watch a movie, or—”

You let out a frustrated groan, dragging your hands over your face. “You know what? Fine. If you want to be here so badly, then stay.” You shut your eyes, standing a little taller. “I’m getting out of here.”

“Running off to spend the night with another man? Ah, what a cold-hearted temptress I’ve fallen for.”

“Oh, I’m going to do more than just spend the night with him.” You really should’ve shut your mouth. You should’ve bitten your tongue, swallowed your pride, refused to tell him anything save for the fact that you weren’t going to stay here any longer. But, the blood in the air was getting to you and you could still feel the cold flesh of the heart against your palm and you needed to get away, and you needed Gojo to know you were never coming back. “I met someone – a sorcerer. He knows you’ve been stalking me, and he offered to help.” You flashed him a grin, almost as awful as his own. “His name is Nanami, and he’s strong enough to keep me safe from people like you.”

You waited for him to laugh, to say he didn’t believe you, or better yet, to get angry, to feel a fraction of the dread and the rage he’d forced onto you. When he didn’t say anything, didn’t scream or yell or gloat, you opened your eyes. He was still staring, but his smile was softer, his eyes half-lidded in a way that could only mean something bad. “Oh, baby,” he started, his voice dripping with faux sympathy. “Whose heart do you think I went through so much trouble to bring you?”

A pebble threatening to slip off of its cliffside; two ends of a torn wire, a hair’s width away from connecting. Whatever he was trying to tell you, you just couldn’t seem to process it. “What?”

“Right. I’m sorry, sweetheart – that’s on me,” Gojo chuckled. “You were always more of a visual learner.”

The object in his lap was taken up and rolled towards you, coming to a teetering stop at your feet, where the residual light from the hall could illuminate it properly. In a daze, you dropped your gaze to it, allowed yourself to recognize blonde hair, razor-sharp cheekbones, and glassy brown eyes staring lifelessly back at you. There was a dark bruise on his jawline, paled by blood loss, and the mangled stump that used to be his neck was encircled by ragged flesh, as if it’d been torn from his shoulders. Despite everything, his mouth was closed, lips still pressed into a thin frown. As if he didn’t have time to so much as scream before Gojo got to him.

You must’ve passed out. One second, you were staring down at the disembodied head of your savior, and the next, you were on the floor, lying limp and breathless as Nanami’s blood formed a puddle underneath you. Gojo was already at your side, hauling you up and against his chest. You felt his arms around you, then plush of your mattress against your back. You were aware, distantly, that he was straddling you, that his mouth was pressing into the dip of your shoulder, then the curve of your throat. “It’s alright,” he muttered, his voice partially muttered by his closeness. “Why don’t you come stay with me for a while, after this? I’ve got a room ready for you back at my place and everything.”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Straightening his back, he let his lips crash into yours – his kiss lingering and deep and filthy. By the time he pulled away, he’d drunk the air from your lungs and frozen the blood in your veins, leaving you as empty and as lifeless as one of his gifts.

You thought, idly, of the heart being reduced to viscera in your kitchen, and wondered if you should’ve held onto it for just a few minutes longer.

“I’ll be able to spoil you properly, once I’ve got you where you’re supposed to be.”

[lanadsworld]

Mike Schmidt 18+

Mike finally had time for you. After working loongg hours at this new security gig and taking care of abby aswell he finally had time for you. Abby wasn’t home and was instead with Mike’s friend Vanessa.

You and Mike were all alone in his bed just talking about life. “Yea i don’t know the pizzeria i’m working at is just weird in general” Mike says reminiscing back to his dreams that he had there. “Well I hope having a day off gives you a little break from all of it” you say looking into his tired eyes.

“Oh I know something that would definitely take my mind off all of it” Mike says with a chuckle. “Oh yea and what’s that?” you say not knowing what he was hinting at. You thought maybe a warm bubble bath or getting some fresh air.

“I want you to ride me” that was definitely not what you expected. You sit up, face getting hot and red. Mike sits up as well and starts kissing you softly like he was scared you would break if he wasn’t. You slowly get on top of him and take everything off.

You were fully nude while Mike was still was clothed. You blushed, embarrassed that you were the only one fully exposed. Even though you and mike have been together for a while it still makes you all giddy like a teenager when you two share these moments. Mike notices it, looking at you with adoration in his eyes and says “You’re so beautiful”. He kisses you again then takes off everything he had on as well.

You slowly start to put his tip in, you were so wet that it slid in easily. You still need some time to adjust to Mike’s cock even after doing this many times. You finally bottom out and the both of you let out gasp. While you are looking down at his cock slowly sliding in and out of you, Mike’s looking at you and starts kissing your tits. You throw your head back while he swirls his tongue on your sensitive nips.

“You’re taking me soo good aren’t you baby?” he says putting his hands on your hips helping you speed up the pace. “You’re so big” you say looking at his pretty face, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.

He crashes his lips into yours swallowing all your whimpers and whines getting more aggressive trying to get you to your high because he knows you deserve it. It feels too good that tears start to slowly roll down your eyes.

Mike stops his kisses just to stare at your face, pleasure written all over it. He thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your beautiful puffy lips drooling with both yours and his saliva, your glossy eyes, your messy hair still managing to look pretty, and your pink little cheeks. He thought you looked like an angel and he could never get tired of it.

He lets go of your hips to hold you close to his chest. He starts thrusting up to an ungodly pace, holding you there and you can’t do nothing but take it. You’re tears and drool damping his chest screaming his name. “Mike ‘ts too much!” you cry out but Mike continues his hard thrust. “You can take it pretty girl you always do” he smiles as he says this. “Fuckkk you feel so good” mike gasp out.

“M- mikee cant no more!” you whine feeling that familiar funny feeling in your stomach. “Mike! Mike! i’m go-gonna-“ mike knows you all too well, “i got you baby, let it all out”. You scream as you finally reach what you’ve been trying to achieve. Mike continues thrusting trying to catch his own high.

You feel overstimulated and cry out the sound representing how sensitive you really are. Mike coos at you. He looks at you and your tears, feeling bad but he just can’t get enough of it. “don’t worry baby i’m almost there, just hold on for a little longer for me” “you feel too good” mike says closing his eyes and letting out a few grunts as he finally cums.

You guys stay there for a minute, you’re twitching still very sensitive from the whole ordeal. Mike breathing his chest going up and down. Mike puts you on your back and kisses your temple. “I’ll be right back” he says putting on some shorts and leaving to get some stuff. You just stare up the ceiling looking at his nebraska poster still brain dumb from how hard he fucked you.

Mike comes back with water and a damp warm towel. He starts to softly clean your cunt with the towel. You whine and push his hand back still overstimulated. “Sweetheart i gotta clean you up i promise i’ll make it quick” he says looking up at you with his pretty puppy eyes you can never say no to.

You pout but open your legs back up and a second later he is done. “You wanna take a bath?” he ask giving you the bottled water he got for you. You just grab his hand and softly say “just stay with me” looking up at him with those pretty big eyes that he loves. How can he say no to you??

He jumps back to bed with you, you lay your head against his chest as you slowly drift to sleep. “I love you” he mutters out and before you can close your eyes you say “I love you too”.

[fairladyinpink]

Pregnancy/Family OTP Prompts

(mentions of abortion, religious abuse, teen pregnancy)

Scenarios:

A waking up at 5 AM riddled with morning sickness. B being woken up by them and following them to hold their hair back and help clean themselves us afterwards. (bonus if they reassure them and that they're not disgusting. not even a bonus, should be the bare minimum)

"You know what would be bomb right now?" "What?" "Strawberries and cream cheese, right? Then, like, cover them in hot Cheeto dust." A looks at B with a look of mild disgust and confusion, but then remembers that it's just a weird, weird pregnancy craving. A goes to the store to get them because whatever B wants, B gets.

B was rather envious of A's natural parental instincts. The way they got the baby to giggle and coo so effortlessly. The way they could rock them to sleep within minutes. The way they could feed them without any hiccups and the way they could change diapers in a flash. One day, A had to leave for a few hours, leaving B alone with the baby. When they returned, A found the house a mess. Food splattered across the kitchen, toys and blocks strewn across the house, and B, on the verge of tears, trying to calm the screaming baby. After cleaning up the mess, A lets B talk about their frustrations and insecurities, reassuring them that they're an amazing parent.

Cooking/baking something together and B accidentally measures incorrectly and A has to correct them. Due to B's heightened emotions, they start crying and A has to comfort them.

Getting corny shirts for B like "waiting on player 3" or "beauty and the bump".

Watching an usually stoic and mean B coddle and play with their new baby, admiring how soft and nurturing they could be.

After a long day of walking and being on their feet, A is finally home and able to relax. What they didn't expect is was B to have their most recent craving prepared for them, a warm bubble bath ran, and their favorite TV series set up with B massaging their feet. It was at this moment where they realized just how lucky they were to be B's partner.

Wearing matching costumes for holidays.

They were both only 17. They couldn't raise a baby. They weren't ready for it. They planned to hide it until they got enough money for an abortion until A's overly religious parents realize they've been sick for a little too long. Now they were forced to raise it.

A being extremely overprotective of A due to their pregnancy. B always complains about it but secretly loves it.

B having to set limits and hide the coffee maker during A's pregnancy because although A denies it, they're no better than a drug addict when it comes to coffee.

^ Alternately: A is an avid coffee drinker who literally can't function without a cup of coffee each morning. B hates coffee, and the adversity only grew when they got pregnant. It got so bad that even the smell of it would have B throwing up once again.

A's water breaks and B is panicking. You'd think B was the one giving birth the way they kept pacing back and forth. A remains calm through their contractions and labour pains since they can't both be freaking out in the delivery room. Something snaps inside of B when they notice A forcing themselves to smile and joke through the intense pain they were going through to try and calm A down.

A got home from a long, exhausting day at work to find B sitting on the floor by the door asleep. A puts up their things before picking up B and carrying them, waking them up. "Oh, you're home. I was waiting for you but I guess I fell asleep and- Wait, how are you holding me? Aren't I too heavy?" "Of course not, love. No weight is "too heavy" when it comes to you."

The severity of the situation didn't hit A until they saw the nursery, the one that B had been protecting and hiding from them for months. B had uncovered their eyes and awaited their reaction. What they didn't expect was full-on tears, tears of fear, uncertainty, and joy. They were having a baby together. They were going to start a family together.

Dialogues:

"S/he gets their looks from you, definitely." "Is that a good thing or bad thing?" "No comment."

"[name], I have something to tell you but I'm not sure how you'll react and I don't want you to be mad and-" "Hey, it's okay, just spit it out." "Well . . . we're having a baby."

"I'm not sure if I can hide this pregnancy any longer." "I'm surprised you still can, to be honest. You look like you're smuggling a small watermelon under there."

"What?! You're pregnant??? You can't be, we're only 17!"

"You said heartbeats? Plural? As in more than one?"

"The baby's kicking! You wanna feel?"

"Look how tiny her/his feet are!"

"We need a break." "It's only been a week since they were born." "Neither of us have showered, had a full meal, nor slept since we came home." "Maybe we could use a couple of hours to ourselves."

"I believe in you, you can do this- we can do this."

"I'm having a big-ass drink after this baby born, I hope you know that."

"It's almost like you're glowing." "I don't know what the fuck you're seeing, but it is definitely not a glow. "

"You're going to be an amazing mother/father, I just feel it."

"I've never seen clothes/shoes this small before!"

"I'm not going to shatter into tiny pieces if I pick up a box. I'm not fragile, I'm pregnant." "There's a difference?"

"I still love you, [name], all of you. Stretch marks, spit-up covered shirts and all."

"It's like their fist-fighting my fucking uterus." "At least they'll be strong, just like daddy." "They'll also be all brawn and no brain, if we're going by that."

"Just a few more weeks, you can do it." "I'm not so sure."

"We should name them [really weird and absurd name]." "How about we not do that?"

"Do you know who the father is?" "No, but they kind of look like [ex], don't they?"

"Do you think we can do this? Raise a kid?" "I mean, look at us, we can barely take care of ourselves. We might not be the best at it, but we can definitely do it together." "You're so cheesy, it's sickening. Speaking of sickness, excuse me for a moment."

[chrisevansonly]

Different Things Harry Does as a Boyfriend Headcannon

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤♡

When you’re sick Harry goes into somewhat of a momma bear mode, first checking to see if you have a fever, asking you what hurts, or what’s bothering you

He’ll get you pain killers and cold medicine first thing when you wake up, helping you take them if you need it!

Harry will get you a water bottle with some cold water and leave it next to your bedside along with some tea, ginger if you’re stomach is bothering you, honey and lemon if your throat is sore and scratchy

Usually you’re quite clingy when you’re not feeling well so Harry is all onboard for cuddles and snuggles as long as you’d like

When you’re hungry, or even if you aren’t hungry he’ll get you some broth or soup and crackers, something easy to digest and fill your stomach with nutrients

If you have a fever Harry will run you a bath to get your temperature down, if you’re cold he’ll fill your hot water bottle and tuck it against your stomach, making sure the covers are pulled all the way up

He’s like your own little personal nurse

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐝/𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲♡

The first thing Harry does is meet you at the door, already seeing your text explaining your hard day, or telling him you’re not feeling like yourself

He’ll pull you into a hug, holding you close to his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear

“i’m sorry today wasn’t kind to you, i’m so proud of you” “i love you so much baby” “let it out, I’m right here”

Harry will have put out some comfy clothes for you to change into, a bubble bath most likely set up to surprise you, and of course he’s more than happy to join you if you’d like

If you’re not in the mood, and just want some space alone, he’ll leave you be but not before pressing a gently kiss to your forehead and telling you he loves you

Harry will ask you what you want for dinner, but he’s usually already sure he knows what you’ll ask for, and you both end the night cuddled up on the couch watching your favourite shows or favourite movie

By the end of the night with the love and kindness Harry’s given you, you’re usually feeling a bit lighter and happier than when you got home

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞♡

It’s no surprise you can’t go on every adventure with Harry and he knows that, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make time for one another whenever you can

Harry will call and facetime you as much as he can, constantly wanting you to be involved in what he’s doing, he loves including you in his days

You’ll send Harry photos or videos of what you get up too, or if you see something that reminds you of him, even if it’s as little as a cute strawberry pin you found at a local craft fair

Both of you are used to sleeping next to one another and Harry knows some nights he can expect a call your tired voice saying “I can’t sleep without you…will you talk to me until I get sleepy..?” or “can you tell me a story/sing me a song?”

Harry is more than happy to sing you a lullaby or read you some of the book he’s working on, and most times within 5 minutes he can hear the sound of your breathing deepen, little snores escaping your lips

You both text throughout the day too, so realistically even if you’re oceans apart, you both feel so close together

𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲♡

Harry will wake you up with kisses across your skin, whispering a soft “happy birthday baby” or “happy anniversary my love”

You’ll spend a little more time in bed cuddled up and just talking quietly both of you still a bit sleepy despite getting somewhat of an early bedtime the night before

If it’s your birthday Harry will bring up breakfast for you, usually your favourite followed by a few little gifts despite you telling him not to get you anything

If it’s your anniversary you’ll both make breakfast together, or you’ll make it for Harry depending on how slow or fast you both get up

You’ll do gifts after eating together both of you getting each other a few small yet meaningful things

For either celebration you’ll usually either go out for dinner or order your favourite take out, watch some movies or a bit of tv on the couch, or if there’s a musical, or play happening in London, you’ll both attend one together

You always end the night tangled up amongst each other whether that be intimate or not, and you get a little chance to look back on the year and feel even more grateful you’ve gotten to celebrate together once again

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬♡

Some of the little yet very sweet things Harry does for you seem small to others but to you mean the world to you

He’ll leave sticky notes around the house, words of affirmation or cute sayings to help boost your mood and start your day right

You never run out of any period products or your favourite skin care items, Harry constantly keeping an eye on the cupboards where you store them, refilling anything you might be missing

He’ll cook meals and bake little snacks for you, packing them up for you to take to work, or just to prep something easy when he’s away, knowing you most likely won’t be in the mood to cook

Harry brings you flowers every friday, a tradition that started when you both first got together, he’ll walk in the door after being at the studio, a beautiful bouquet in his hands, greeting you with a sweet kiss and a big hug before holding them out to you “flowers for my beautiful y/n”

Most of all, Harry tells you he loves you any chance he gets, and yes that may seem small, having someone as loving and supporting in your life as Harry is to you, will always be something you’re beyond thankful for

Harry truly is your soulmate and you’ve never felt luckier than you do with him♡

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[twistedchatterbox]

Waking up with Floyd Leech

summary: Waking up in the blind hours of the morning, you and Floyd undress each other, bubble baths, you propose to Floyd in all meanings except no rings, Floyd Leech gets flustered from heartfelt words, making out; in no particular order. tags: mentions of past injury (hot water) but reader is ok! , GN reader reposted from my previous main @ / twistedchatterboxed

wordcount: 2200+ | Masterlist & Taglist

You were barely awake when you felt a pair of very happy hands on your form, picking you up with a gentleness you’ve always known, and you found yourself thinking a very familiar train of thought; Floyd Leech is an amazing boyfriend. Not many would understand, agree, or even expect such an answer, most people would probably call you delusional or gone in the head for even suggesting it; but not many could ever look beyond the surface, let alone bother to get close enough to see all the layers there is to this unexpectedly adapting boy.

You giggled sleepily at the raspberries blown at your neck from a smiling pair of lips you recognised the feel of so well; but you yawned and settled into his hold anyway, knowing he would never drop you. He always handled you with a delicate touch, you are his shrimpy! And since he’s your eel, he’s gotta protect you, he could never hurt you. He was always so serious about it too, growing up witnessing the love between his parents, his grandparents, sleeping with the tales about the mermaid princess, Floyd always loved the idea of love, but found that he loved you even more than that.

You’d always be so much fun, but then you became much more important than fun; Floyd Leech has always been a bit spoiled, no could deny him what he wanted, Jade would not let them, his parents would get him what he wants, but this was different, he wanted you for good. And whether anyone else believed it or not, Floyd has always been adaptive to emotions, he knew very well what feelings were like, he was famous for the sour moods of his after all, but he also understood it all very well, even the loveliest ones. When you held your arms a bit higher so you could circle them around his neck, he let you, even peppered your face in kisses to go alongside your sleepy smile.

You yawned as you felt his hands caress your hair, and Floyd just laughed; he knew you were not saying what others would have assumed, you humans simply did this thing while waking and sleepy, but you were so cute so he’d always let you!

Murmuring with a kiss and a nuzzle to his collarbone, You did not complain upon being picked up fully off the bed, this is something you recognise by heart at this point: strong arms and laughter that’s almost distant but so warm to even your sleepy state, most people would be terrified, but you wouldn’t be here if you were most people anyway. His little shrimpy, his lovely little shrimpy; he loves you very very much, you think, and smile at the thoughts that rise as you nuzzle onto his skin, inhaling his natural scent with a breath. He smells like the sea, but so sweet, and just subtly minty, it’s a mix of things that suit him. Underneath the layers of sea salt and mint, he smells like vanilla and ice cream, it’s endearing to think about how well that describes him you think in the back of your subconscious mind.

Being brought to the bath was, well, something that happened; you were never not used to it but that was not to say it didn’t shock you at all, it was difficult to put a name on this feeling, but you grew to like it anyway. His steps were quiet as he allowed you to snooze, not even dropping you in the bath; Floyd was not a moron, contrary to popular belief, he knew very well what could hurt people even if he feigned ignorance and was very ‘playful’ about it. Floyd did not want to hurt you by being careless and dropping you, he had one hand cradling your head and the back of your neck; knowing that was the most vulnerable part of you.

He blew some cold air onto your face and giggled at your bemused expression as you did the same thing back, gently rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and stretching to wake up your sleeping body, slowly but surely. Floyd gently set you down on the edge of the bath, supporting your back so that you wouldn’t slip, murmuring such a lovely “Good morning” with a smile that was never seen away from you. You yawned a drowsy “Mhm”, blinking and focusing your eyes until they stopped trying to close idly, “Good morning,” you whispered with a smile.

Many would expect him to throw you into pools or the bath, not caring; but he cared very very much, far above and beyond the bare minimum. Floyd Leech has always been so much better of a boyfriend than they’d ever believe, there was never a “oh he wouldn’t care” in your relationship, he’d always remember things that mattered; your favourite songs, the outfits that made you feel confident, the places that made you anxious, the people you didn’t like, the things you were too shy to buy on your own, when and where to buy things you needed for you anytime he noticed you were running low or forgot… and even your favourite snacks, you mused as you noticed the fruits resting on the chair he must’ve dragged here to set plates on.

Not to say he was never playful; that’d be a lie. He’d set himself between your knees and lift your shirt off you with a chuckle as he watched your gears turn with a blush until you laughed, tugging the waistband off your bottoms while he undid the buttons of his pyjamas in a jolly humm. You’d get in the bath together, with you lying on his chest, a position both of you have always been fond of. The darkness of the room could never be unnerving when you were held so gently by those arms, he’d gently squeeze you every now and then to remind you. You’d nuzzle right in too, lying on your left side so that his dominant hand could toy with your right, always fascinated by your hands. He just loved holding you so much, he’d chirp cheerfully and you loved that noise far more than either of you would willingly admit.

Those chirps, built in noises to communicate, he’d had those ever since he was a tiny elver. Noises he knew and used even before he understood what speaking meant, no one else other than you would hear those nowadays; Jade would probably poke fun at him and sour his mood, and it was none of Azul’s business what he sounded like when chirping. It was always you who made him so happy; those chirping noises bubbled up in his throat with affection, he loved you so much he could not physically show you the full extent of his adoration.

So, he’d bite you a little on your exposed shoulder, nibbling and moving across to bite the place between your neck and leaning to your shoulder, a small little bite of affection; you’d grown used to it, simply relaxing and leaning to your side so that he had more room to work with, trusting him not to hurt you. He peppered kisses across your skin, happy as ever knowing the faith you put in him. And you laughed with a subtle nod.

When your stomach growled the tiniest bit in hunger, Floyd was not the one who’d poke fun; why would he? He woke you up so early, so you got hungry earlier than other days, that’s why he brought food with him like a good mate! He’d reach out of the tub to grab some berries and feed them to you between his claws, yes, claws, he was in his moray form after all. The ‘tub’ being big enough to be considered a pool by most people was made to accommodate his mer-form, even as he laid closer to the edge and cuddled you in a warm bubble bath before the crack of dawn. 

You knew Floyd must’ve gotten an idea when you saw the way his fins flapped and his smile broadened. Placing a plump strawberry between his teeth, he gently lifted you on his chest, inviting you closer: That strawberry had no right to be so tasty when you tasted it on his lips and kiss. You let out a comfortable sigh, ever contempt in the way his lips felt on yours, lazily circling your arms around his neck and leaning in, you savoured the moment. He’d place a hand on the small of your back, as if you’d ever stop kissing him of your own will, your cheek rested against his as you sighed, his gills flapping at the feeling of warm air.

He’d give you a comfortable hug as he laid down a bit more, letting you lay on top of him like a weighted blanket, sometimes he’d feed you, sometimes you’d feed him, nuzzling noses, cooing at his chirping noises, in love with the way he sounds, you’d ignore the outside world, forget about phone alarms that he may or may not have turned off, letting him love you, care about you. Massaging the oils into your skin and scrubbing away the knots on your back, you’d simply melt into his magic touch and let him do as he pleased.

Floyd Leech is a wonderful boyfriend. You’d say at any given chance, regardless of what anyone else had to say about it, after all, they’d pause and wallow in shame when you clapped back, asking them how they’d know better than you, did they think you were nothing but a naive fool? Moments like this made you so proud to be the one who’d tell those people to shut up; because Floyd Leech really loved you so much, even if he was cheeky about it. You knew what he meant though, and it didn’t matter what others thought.

You were brought back to wonderland from your daydream-land when you felt him gently wash the soap off your body, saying something about his shrimpy being sleepy; you blushed, sheepishly mumbling with an averted gaze “Well.. I was thinking about how you are such a good boyfriend” and his hands stopped the action with the thump of his heart for that moment, when you looked at him again; you saw his flustered state and widened eyes, only for him to blink and avert your eyes this time.

You swear your heart leaps for him, this loverboy has your heart in his claws and he holds you so gently. How could you not love him as much as he loved you? With such kind hands, and he never let his adoration be secret, you were confident he’d shout it from rooftops if you asked; even if he was always shy about it when you got so intimate with meaningful words.

“I love you,” said softly, holding so much happiness in such a tiny string of words, “you hold my heart, and i wanna be yours to keep if you’ll have me.” and you meant every word, some would call you a fool and tell you that he was fooling with you; but you’d tell him that if that was a code-name for your long-term commitment to him? You’d take it, and you’d brag about it too. He looked so stunned but so .. relieved once he processed it, never has anyone seen Floyd Leech look so in peace. People would have said it was terrifying, but you loved it, but you loved him too; so, maybe you’ve always been just a different case.

You were proposing in all but without rings to him barely the crack of dawn, making out in a bubble bath, after all; maybe it’s fitting that you fit him and his tempo so well; there was not a single other soul on earth or under the water’s surface who could say they were this in sync with Floyd Leech, or, on the flip-side, you.

His arms circled your form gently, holding you like glass; it was a habit he has kept from the time you got injured during a shift at monstro lounge, some dumb guppy spilt boiled water along your back and your screams of agony still haunts him, Jade and Azul even now. They don’t let you in the kitchen not because they don’t trust you but rather that they don’t trust the kitchen, if anything. Floyd especially was frozen to see you in such pain, caring for you so tenderly until you were okay again was torture of its own, only because he hated to see you hurt. But he knew he had to stay, eel’s must protect their shrimpies, after all.

“As if I’d ever let you go anyway,” Floyd murmured as you nuzzled up to his neck with a smile. Protectiveness has always been a trait engraved in him, so you never understood why others expected Love to be such a foreign concept to someone so caring.

“I love you too” he spoke, muffled barely by your hair when he mumbled “ so you better say it back always, shrimpy,” you’d oblige that heartfelt request for as long as your heart beat.

Floyd Leech is a lovely, cheeky boyfriend; and a caring future husband. You mused with a smile on your face, waking up in the dark, in a warm bath, in the arms of this adorable guy, “I love you too.”.

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Could you do jack catching the reader crying and comforting them?🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

yes ofc :))

"makes me a sad, sad girl." | jack thurlow

sad girl. - lana del rey

reader x jack

word count: 648

contents: fluffy stuff

life was hard and you knew it. you’d learned to put a brave face on and take whatever life threw at you without a single complaint. you let out your feelings silently when no one was there to see you, and nobody ever did.

one night, jack was out working late, leaving you all alone. this day in particular had put even more stress on you than usual. your body was trembling from exhaustion and you just couldn’t keep yourself together.

you sat yourself on the floor beside your bed, hot tears starting to trickle down your face. the pain in your heart was becoming unbearable, and you had nobody there to help you. you hugged your knees as you heaved out choked sobs.

time became elastic, making you completely oblivious to how long you were sitting there. it was like you were in your own dark little bubble away from the outside world. your heart hammered in your chest and your entire body felt weak.

it was around midnight and you had slowly been able to calm yourself down a little. you took a few long, deep breaths before getting yourself up from the floor. you wiped a few tears away with the back of your hand before turning around to leave the bedroom, but you froze in your spot.

jack was standing in the doorframe, wide-eyed with his lips parted a little. you tried your best to quickly wipe away all the moisture from your face, but your red eyes and flushed cheeks were the giveaway. 

jack had never been the most sympathetic person, which is why you kept your feelings to yourself around him, but at this moment it was almost as if he could feel the pain in your heart. he dropped his briefcase on the ground and approached you.

he held your face in his hands, looking into your big, glassy eyes. seeing you this vulnerable was completely new to him, and it was doing miraculous things to his dark soul. you sniffled and looked down, not knowing what outcome to expect from this interaction.

he pulled you into him, wrapping his arms around your trembling body. you sunk your face into his shoulder, fully taking in this rare moment. he scooped you up into his arms and gently set you on the bed like you were made of the most delicate porcelain. 

he walked into the bathroom for a moment, filling up the tub with water and your favourite scented oils. he came back to the bedroom, picking you up once again. you saw the bath that he had set up for you. little things like this make your heart melt.

he planted a soft kiss on your forehead, instructing you to get in. you did as he asked, watching as he picked out your favourite record and put it in the player. you felt your body starting to unclench from the warm water, smell of the oil, and the song playing on the record player.

shortly after your bath, you stepped out of the bathroom. you changed into your nightwear and made your way back to the bed, meeting a nice little surprise there. on a silver tray laid two teacups and your favourite novel.

jack had gotten out of his work uniform and carried you onto the bed. he whispered to you in a soft, gentle voice, “hope this made you feel better, doll. i love you.” before you could react, he pulled you into a gentle hug, feeling your heartbeat slowing down against him. 

he pulled the blanket over the two of you and cradled you in his arms, gently massaging you in the process. you wanted to thank him for what he had done for you tonight, for showing you the other side of him, but it was too late. you had already fallen asleep in his arms. 

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[winchesterszvonecek]

4. to take a hot bath with my muse

NSFW Prompts That Don’t Sound Like a Bad Porno

Brian Zvonecek x fem pretty pls 😘

Bath Time - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: To take a hot bath with my muse

Word Count: 731 short but hopefully satisfying ;)

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ brief dirty talk, masturbation ]

A/N: i feel like my work sucks these days so apologies if this does

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It started out as nothing but a simple, relaxing bubble bath. A way for you and Otis to wash off the events of the day together as you’d barely seen each other all shift. And you were more than happy to sit between his legs with his arms wrapped around you for as long as possible if it meant just being with him.

Only as it usually went with the two of you, one slightly passionate kiss led to another, then to another. Then led to you grinding your ass against him, feeling him twitch beneath you which had his hands move straight from your waist to your breasts, kneading them softly and pinching at the hardened buds atop them in a way that had you grow hotter between your legs.

The next thing you knew both of your legs were hooked over the edge of the tub, your back pressed firmly against Otis’s chest as his fingers rubbed slow, intricate circles on your throbbing clit, in the way he always knew drove you absolutely crazy and could pull an orgasm from you within minutes.

“Fuck… Brian.” You gasped out, your head pressing further into his shoulder as he picked up the pace, enticing more sweet sounding moans to pass over your lips as you almost couldn’t contain yourself.

“You like that, baby?” Otis cooed into your ear, brushing your hair aside with his free hand to offer him a better view of his other between your legs. He placed a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, watching as the water sloshed around in front of you in rhythm with his movements. “You like when I play with your pretty little pussy like this?”

“Mhm.” You nodded, unable to even think let alone speak as your teeth bit down on your bottom lip so hard you almost drew blood. You were nearing the edge, feeling that fire burning hot inside you, about to send a fireball shooting out in a way that always left you craving more.

You never could orgasm just once with Otis, not with the way he pulled them out of you like a magician pulling handkerchiefs out of his sleeve. Just when you think it’s over, bam! He hits you with another wave and sends you hurtling over the edge into complete and utter bliss, just as he was right now.

Every single touch of his fingers made you feel like you were in heaven. Every flick, every rub, every pinch sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling throughout your body. Your eyes glazed over, seeing nothing but white as you pulled your lip through your teeth, balancing right on the edge as he began to draw his name over your clit, the first letter almost making you slip and fall the second he finished it.

“Fuck… Fuck I’m so close.” You panted, bucking your hips in rhythm with him and not caring if you were soaking the bathroom as you did as with each movement you sent water splashing over the edge of the tub.

Only one soaking thing was on your mind right now and spoiler alert, it wasn’t the floor.

“That’s it baby, come apart for me.” Otis groaned into the nape of your neck, sinking his teeth into your sensitive skin as he continued to work his magic, signing off his name and finishing with a few, more gentle strokes over your clit as you came. And hard too as your entire body began to tremble on top of him.

Your hand flew back, finger delving into his hair as you gripped it tightly, allowing him to ride you through the most incredible high you had ever felt before. Which was saying something as usually Otis had you shaking with such intense pleasure that you weren’t able to see straight for a good few minutes afterwards.

Today was no different either as by the time you came down your eyes were still a little blurry, your chest heaving with each gasping breath you took. Even your legs hurt terribly, from clenching so hard around the tub to stop them from closing involuntarily.

But all that minor discomfort, the uncomfortableness and the slight hints of pain shooting up your legs were one hundred percent worth it and the second you came down completely, you were more than ready for another round… Or two.

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[lots-of-pockets]

What we left behind (part 2)

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1143

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: You and Natasha have a much needed talk.

A comfortable silence surrounds both you and Natasha as you hold her close in the centre of your large, king sized bed. She was sprawled out on top of you, a not unusual but rare action, with her head tucked beneath your chin.

Her body was comfortingly heavy against your own; soft and warm and oh so familiar. You were both clinging to one another as though you would never get the opportunity to do so again, and just an hour ago, that ha even the case. She'd been dead. She was gone, and now she wasn’t.

You could feel her skin against your own. You could feel her heart steadily beating and you could feel the wet tears that hit the skin of your neck as she cries almost silently against you. You could feel her hands clinging to your shirt. Trembling hands that were capable of many things clinging to you like she was terrified you'd disappear.

You wanted to to the same, because as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you too were terrified that this this was just some crazy dream. That you’d wake up and she’d be gone, just like before.

But you knew rationally that this wasn’t. She was here. She was back and you’d be damned if you’d ever let her go again.

"You've lost weight," she breaks the silence, the tip of her finger tracing over the slight indentation of your ribs poking through your skin. Her tone sounds sad, and you bite your bottom lip softly as you tighten your arm around her.

It was true. You had lost weight. But it wasn't because you had wanted to. You were just never hungry anymore. In fact, the thought of eating made you feel so damn nauseated that most days you didn't eat at all. You could see now that that wasn't what you should have done. You weren’t thinking rationally. It was the grief. But what was done was done and you couldn't do anything to change it.

"I know." You murmur somewhat apologetically.

No more words were spoken, but the gentle kiss you receive against the skin of your neck manages to lessen some of the guilt you were feeling. With a quiet sigh, you nuzzle your nose against the top of Natasha’s head, taking in that faint smell of vanilla that always seemed to linger on her no matter where she’d been or what she was doing.

It was something you’d always loved about her. Her smell. It was one of your main comforts, something that always seems to sooth you. It was why you had relied on her hoodie so much when she wasn’t here. Her smell had lingered despite how long it had been since she’d worn it. In fact, if you looked right now, you were pretty sure you’d find it tucked beneath the pillow under your head.

Your eyes seemed to drift closed without your permission, your body taking comfort in her mere presence alone. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d slept through the whole night, and you were more exhausted than you’d ever felt before.

Despite that, you force them back open not wanting to miss a single second with her. You’d sleep tonight, when she slept.

“I love you,” you hear her murmur, and the words bring another set of tears to your eyes.

Just an hour ago, you’d never thought you’d hear those words again. Especially not from Natasha. Swallowing the new found tightness in your throat, you tighten your grasp around her body and press your lips against the top of her head.

“I love you more.” You whisper, your lips quirking up at the corners when Natasha lifts her head and presses a kiss to your jawline.

“Not possible.”

*

An hour later, you find yourself in the tub with Natasha sat in between your parted legs. The water was hot, filled to the brim with bubbles. Candles were lit, bathing the room in a soft glow. The room smelt like vanilla, and you breath in the smell as you lay your head back against the wall behind the bath tub.

Natasha’s body was warm against your own, skin soft, gentle fingers trailing absentmindedly across the arm you had wrapped around her waist. The room was encased in a comfortable silence, but you knew it wouldn’t last. You had questions, and you wanted answers, and you knew she was the only one you could get them from.

You feel Natasha sigh, watching as she turns in your arms so she was facing you. Her cheek ends up resting against your chest just beneath your chin, mimicking the position for from just moments prior.

Her hand ends up resting with innocent intentions over your left breast, thumb gently trailing over the flesh. Light goosebumps appear, and you smile slightly as she leans forward to gently kiss them away. You feel her warm breath hit you as she exhales a content sigh, her arms securing themselves around your midriff.

“How..?” You finally find yourself asking as you trail the tips of your fingers up and down her bare back.

You had held it back for as long as you could. But you needed to know. You needed to know how she was here. How she wasn’t dead.

“I thought it was a soul for a soul.” You add quietly when she remains silent, “I don’t understand how..”

“They worked around it,” she quietly interrupts you as she distractedly trails the pad of her thumb over your skin. You could feel her hand trembling, and you cover it with your own before giving it a soothing squeeze. “they ended up making another trade.”

“A Trade?” You frown in confusion. “For what? Who was…”

“Nobody.” She shakes her head, knowing just what you were thinking. “The stone was given back for a soul to return. I don’t know how they did it, and I didn’t ask. All I cared about was getting back to my family. Yelena. Clint. Getting back to you.”

Your throat tightness at her words, and you swallow back the sobs that threaten to fall from your lips as you raise a hand to cup the back of her head. Your hands tangle through her coppery tresses, taking in the familiar texture you’d never thought you’d feel again.

“I missed you,” you bring your hand down and tuck your fingers beneath her chin, gently easing her head up to face you. Her eyes were teary and slightly bloodshot, her bottom lip trembling, and you tenderly cup her cheek before leaning down to press your lips against her own. She gently reciprocates the tender kiss, her lips slightly chapped, but oh so warm and familiar. “and I’m so, so glad your back.”

“I missed you, detka, more than you could ever have imagined.”

**

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[messrmoonyy]

Tess x fem reader

Celebrating the holidays durin the apocalypse

Holiday spirit

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

A/N- this is so soft. She’s so soft. I was working maybe 2 years or so after that flashback from episode 3. She’s not as hardened as present day timeline in the show, she’s a soft little ball of sunshine with her ball of sunshine gf. I only proofread this once.

Warnings- none. It’s tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 3.2k

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Reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3

The holidays didn’t really mean much to anyone anymore. At first people had tried. Some desperate attempt to make the dire reality of things seem not so bad for a while, clutching at any remaining hope of things being normal again one day. Some people tried to keep traditions going, tried to get some kind of Christmas cheer. But a majority didn’t care. Most had little to no family left to even celebrate with. And others just found it pointless now. Because what was worth celebrating when the entire world had completely fallen apart?

But you on the other hand? You loved it.

Thankfully Tess indulged you. Even if it was with a slightly grumpy face from time to time. She’d come to realise that living with you meant she’d have to get used to it. And quite frankly she’d do anything if it meant you’d be happy.

You liked finding excuses to be happy. Some way to just pretend things were normal, that you weren’t living in a shitty apartment. A place where you could only run the taps for 5 minutes each day before they shut off and no hot water was granted. Where food was rationed. Where you were a smuggler. A criminal. Where you could die any second of the damned day.

It offered you a momentary escape.

A day that you could play pretend. That you could go home to your girlfriend and daydream about a big Christmas meal, piles of presents, flashing lights and a bubble Bath filled with festive scented soaps.

Pretending was bad, Tess had told you before. People had gone mad pretending everything was okay when it wasn’t. But you decided one day a year was okay. And she let you have it.

Though this year your Christmas spirit was dwindling. It was hard to be excited for a holiday that basically didn’t exist anymore, especially when you were out in the snow hauling boxes off of FEDRA trucks all day. And the fact that Tess had been away for two days with Joel, trading with Bill and Frank to get shit to sell.

She always refused to let you go with her. It was a miracle she even let you sell if you were honest. She was far too over protective. She always faced the dilemma before she left of risking taking you with her, but also not liking when she had to leave you alone. But she decided you were much safer inside the walls than outside of them. So she told you to stay put.

You’d convince her to take you one day. Especially as you’d heard Frank ask after you multiple times over their radio conversations now, always telling Tess to bring you along. You’d wear her down soon enough.

“ alright! Done for the day! Get out of here. Curfews in an hour “ you stacked the last box of supplies with a huff, the FEDRA officer keeping a watch on your work detail telling you all you were done for the day. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhausted from hauling heavy boxes for hours.

Trucks had been coming in all day, boxes of supplies that moved between the QZs. You hated being assigned to that post, they assigned more officers to make sure people weren’t dipping their hands into the boxes for themselves. You didn’t like FEDRA in general, but being watched so closely all day was enough to put you on edge.

But at least you weren’t on body disposal you supposed. No job was as bad as that. You’d even take the sewer maintenance hours over taking a shift on body disposal. Joel took the job with so much ease it mildly concerned you. I’m a world where death was all around it was hard not to get used to it. But you didn’t think you’d ever be that at ease.

It started snowing as you headed to collect your ration cards, it made your mind drift to Christmas again. It never snowed back home, but Boston seemed to get a decent amount. You’d always dreamed of one of those movie white Christmases as a kid, it was just your luck that you’d get them when Christmas was barely a thing anymore.

You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you collected your cards and headed for your apartment. The snow also made you miss Tess more. She’d only been gone three days but it felt like two weeks. And on cold evenings all you wanted to do was crawl under your shitty blanket in bed and curl up with her for the night. You hoped she’d be back soon. She’d said three days max, so she should be home no later than the morning.

But you’d miss her even if she was gone an hour. So three days was hard. She was all you had. Well you guessed Joel too. But Tess was the closest thing you had to family now. You felt lonely when she was gone. The tiny apartment suddenly felt too big for one person, you couldn’t get to sleep without her arms looped around your waist.

You shoved your hands into your pockets, sniffling as your nose turned numb in the cold. You got the feeling you had some seasonal bug brewing in your sinuses, your nose growing ever stuffier throughout the day. You almost didnt mind though, if you were sick it’d give Tess an excuse to stay home with you for a few days.

And you deserved to have her doting on you for a while after making you stay back, sick or not.

By the time you stepped into your apartment building the snow was coming down in a steady flurry, snowflakes sticking to your eyelashes and hair, and a chill that felt as though it had permeated right through to your bones.

You trudged your way up to the third floor, tired and cold, ready to spend your evening making an extensive list on what Tess could do to make things up to you. Maybe drink yourself to sleep and wait to be woken up by her in the morning.

Only to be stopped in your tracks at the end of the hall.

Because there she was. Leaning back against the front door, arms folded and tapping her fingers in some odd rhythm.

Your annoyance and frustration vanished almost instantly.

She seemed to sense your presence at the top of the stairs and turned to look at you, a smile blooming on her face.

“ you took your fuckin time “ you couldn’t contain yourself, running down the corridor and straight into her waiting arms. Knocking into her with so much force she had to take a step back to steady herself, laughing as her arms wrapped around you “ missed me then? “

“ so much “ you sighed, pressing your face into her neck and relaxing yourself with the familiar scent of the soaps she always smuggled you back from Lincoln. The stuff FEDRA issued out smelt of nothing, it made you question if it really even was soap. But Tess always kept you both stocked with the nicer stuff. Vanilla and cherry and bubblegum. Whatever she could trade for with Bill and Frank.

“ Jesus fuck your nose is cold “ she said, her neck scrunching as your nose brushed against her skin.

“ it’s snowing what do you expect. Let’s go in I wanna get warm and I wanna know what you got up to “ you let yourself out of her embrace and reached for the door handle.

“ wait “ she said and planted herself between you and the door, not letting you turn the handle. You gave her a confused look and she smiled “ I have a surprise for you “ your face lit up in excitement and your mind ran with what it could possibly be.

“ what is it? Can I eat it? Can I wear it? Is it a new book? “

“ if I told you it’s not a fucking surprise is it “ she said with a laugh, a smile on her face that you were seeing less and less as the years went on. But you always managed to pull it out of her with ease “ now close your eyes “

“ really? Come on just let me see “ you said and reached for the handle again. She grabbed your hand before you could though, an eyebrow raised.

“ close. your. eyes “ you sighed but did as she said, practically bouncing on the spot with excitement. She usually brought you something nice back from her runs, but she never went to the theatrics of making you close your eyes. So you knew it had to be something good. Something special “ and keep them closed. I know what you’re fucking like. No peeking “ you smiled as you heard the door open and she moved behind you, hands over your eyes as she guided you inside.

“ you have no trust in me at all “

“ no, you’re just the most impatient woman I’ve ever come across. I’m taking precautions “ she left momentarily to shut the door, her keys clattering as she dropped them on the counter.

“ okay “ she said softly, her lips close to your ear “ when I say you can, open your eyes “ you nodded, excited to actually see what it was.

“ can I open now? “ you said after barely a second of waiting.

“ you have the patience of a 4 year old”

“ Tess “ you whined, only further proving her point.

“ oh- just. Wait. One second “ you didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose just to make you wait longer or not, you heard her fiddling around with something before she was back behind you again. She pressed her chest to your back, arms slinking around your waist, a gentle kiss falling onto your cheek before she spoke softly by your ear “ alright. Open your eyes “

You opened your eyes and gasped, your hand flying to your mouth in shock.

She had decorated your apartment for Christmas.

A short string of lights tacked on one wall, a seemingly handmade paper chain in green and red on the other. Tinsel and even a tiny tabletop Christmas tree to finish it off. All of that paired with the snow now coming down in a heavy flurry outside, was enough to make you forget where you were. Forgetting that outside the windows was a wall keeping you in the city, armed officers and somewhere past the walls people running around no longer in control of their minds.

Nothing but… peace.

“ oh Tess “ your eyes flooded with tears, complete and utter adoration for the woman behind you overwhelming you. The woman that had said she found Christmas pointless. That didn’t understand the hype. Yet had decorated your space because you loved Christmas. You liked the tinsel and the lights and the tree. The cheer. The safety. The love.

“ I do okay?“ she asked quietly. You turned around in her arms and held her face carefully in your hands. Her face twisted into concern at your tears and you quickly smiled to reassure her you weren’t even close to being sad. Not even remotely.

“ Tess “ she wiped away your tears with the backs of her fingers, tucking your hair away from your face “ it’s fuckin amazing “ her face softened, brow no longer furrowed and eyes swimming with adoration for you “ how’d you get all this stuff?”

“ Bill and Frank. Well. Mostly Frank. There’s a big homeware store in their town, he managed to find some stuff. And He made the garland thing “ she said nodding to the paper chain hanging on the wall “ he could only give me one lot of batteries for those light though without Bill noticing so. I don’t know how long they’re gonna last… Joel teased the shit out of me carrying back the bag filled with all this. The dick “ you laughed and could imagine the grumpy look on her face as she trudged back up to the QZ, Joel teasing her for being so sappy as to decorate for Christmas.

According to Tess Joel had teased her about you from the first day you’d met. Even more so as the years went on and Tess gained a reputation for herself, proving herself as someone tough. Brave. A woman that people were beginning to fear. Yet was as soft as the day he had met her when it came to you.

“ I can’t believe you did this “ she shrugged as if it were nothing, eyes watching you intently in the way she always did, always trying to read exactly what you were feeling.

“ you like Christmas “ she said it as if it were plainly obvious. That it was silly to assume she wouldn’t risk getting shot by leaving the QZ, trading things that you could sell or use to keep you alive, to get you a Christmas tree “ and you’ve been… down. Lately “

Any normal person would have traded for a new book, or a new shirt to cheer someone up these days. But not Tess. She’d always go above and beyond for you. She had noticed you were sad and had gone to the extreme to cheer you up “ oh and I don’t know if you noticed but… “ she nodded back towards the door and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. A slightly faded, plastic bunch of mistletoe was stuck on the doorframe. It was hung slightly wonky with a strip of black electrical tape.

“ you. Are so fucking sappy when you want to be “ you said with a giggle, shaking your head.

“ yeah and if you tell a single person about it I’ll smother you in your sleep “ she said, trying and failing to suppress a smile.

“ aww there she is. Romantic as ever “ you teased, slipping your hand to the nape of her neck and pulling her in. You barely even managed to kiss her at first, both of you smiling far too much. But you melted into her, making up for the last few days you’d had to spend waking up alone.

Kissing her was always good, there was no denying that. You’d never met anyone that could make you melt the way she could. There was something about the way she could make your knees weak just with the light pressure of her fingertips guiding you, her lips so soft and subtle against your own. You were an absolute goner.

“ hey don’t get too carried away. I got something else for you “ she said with a small laugh, reluctantly pulling away from you. You opened your mouth to start guessing but she placed a finger to your lips “ ah. No. Don’t even bother guessing. Go sit down I’ll get it “ she spun you round by your shoulders and pushed you lightly towards the couch.

You walked over to the couch, hand trailing over the fairy lights hanging on the wall. They made the place seem a little more warm. Homely. You wondered if you’d be able to find someone trading batteries on the black market.

You sat down and watched her rummage around in her backpack before heading over to you with something wrapped up in brown paper.

“ technically it’s a re gift. Frank gave it to me. And told me you’d like it more. So... Merry Christmas “ you carefully opened the paper to reveal one of Franks paintings. You’d always been in complete awe of Franks work every time Tess brought you something back from one of her visits. He’d sent her back with numerous little painted postcards, always telling her to give them to you.

She clearly talked about you a lot whenever she went, you always wondered exactly what she said about you.

The painting in your hands was one of you and Tess.

“ he captured you good huh? He only had the one picture to go off but I think it looks good “ Tess kept a picture of you in her pocket wherever she went. A couple years back you’d traded an ungodly amount of stuff for an old Polaroid camera someone was selling on one of your trips to the back alleys of the QZ to sell your own shit. Only half the film actually worked and you’d managed to get 4 pictures out of it and that’s all.

Tess had hated it at first but had grown into liking the idea when she realised she could now have a photo of just you for herself. So she’d made you smile, snapped the picture and kept the picture in her pocket ever since.

“ it’s perfect “ you said through your tears, standing up and tacking it onto the wall beside the three other Polaroids the camera had given you. And the other little paintings from Frank.

She got up and stood behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist.

“ I’m glad you like it. I would’ve taken that picture of us but you’d have noticed it was missing. So he just made something up “ your eyes flicked between the painting to the photo and smiled.

It was one of those moments you could pretend again. Pretend that this shitty apartment was a real home. Where you hung pictures of you and your girlfriend, your friends. Where you decorated for Christmas.

“ I don’t have anything for you “ you said through your tears, turning in her arms before you made yourself cry even harder. She gave you a soft smile, thumbs brushing over your cheeks to swipe away the tears.

“ I’ve got you. I’m good “

“ that was so cheesy “ you said through a laugh, leaning forward to kiss her again.

“ do you want the last past of your Christmas present? “ she mumbled against your lips and you almost wanted to be angry with her, because you didn’t feel so deserving of so many incredible things

“ there’s more? “ she reached behind her, pulling something out from the back pocket of her jeans “ a cassette? “

“ you don’t wanna know the shit I had to trade Bill for this. He was in a really bad mood and this was his mothers or something I don’t fuckin know “ she took your hand and walked over to the radio, placing the cassette in and pressing play “ better work “ she mumbled after it stayed silent for a few moments.

Then the almost hauntingly beautiful voice of Bing Crosby filtered through the speaker, white Christmas softly filling the apartment. It was a little crackly, maybe because it was so old or because the radio was a bit shit. But it didn’t matter. It was Christmas music.

You didn’t even know what to say to her. You just wrapped your arms around her and leant your head against her chest, basking in the what felt like your first real slice of peace in forever.

You were home. You were safe. You were in your nice apartment in a bustling city, it was Christmas. The world was filled with love and joy.

You could pretend.

“ thank you “ you whispered “ thank you for everything “ she dropped a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing your back softly as you swayed gently to the music “ merry Christmas “ you whispered “ thank you for being the greatest gift I could ever receive in this shitty fucking world “

“ now who’s the sappy one? “ you could hear the smile in her voice as Frank Sinatra now played on the radio. And as much as the world was falling apart. For the first time in 11 years it actually felt like Christmas.

[el1sesstuff]

Ultimate glow up guide to glow up before school!

(I'll try to put these in sections + I'll also be using these tips my self as well)

To glow up you must have to take care of yourself in these areas physically, emotionally, and mentally so I'll try to help you conquer these things!

What is wonyoungism?

A: it's a term created by Ives fans thats centered on the princess pilates aesthetic. Wonyoungism is all about living a healthy lifestyle, positive mindset, keeping fit, eating healthy, and most importantly self love and loving your self!

1. How to enter your wonyoungism era?

Workout could go to the gym or work out home (I recommend pilates and cardio)

Try to stretch every morning and night

Sleep well at least 8 hours a day

Try to build a skincare routine I recommend finding your skin type and finding products that work for it

Ice your face (makes you look more put together and gives you a refreshed look)

Eat healthy or in small portions

Find a make up routine (if you need it)

Be nice to people around you!! If someone is mean you be nice to them

Drink enough water ik everyone says this but its actually really benifical to glow up cuz it flushes out all the nasty toxins in your body. It makes your skin look brighter and hydrated

2. Glow up mentally

Learn to love your self beacuse if you can't love yourself then who love you?

Try I have an idgaf mindset this is so helpful because if someone disrespects you, you don't care

Walk around w/ confidence

Tell your self affirmations

Try to limit your screen time an the amount of negative things you consume (negative things leads to bad mentality)

Try to put your self first

Have a "I don't chase, I attract mindset" this is by song jia

Find motivational quotes to help you feel good

Spend some time alone! Do the things you love

Journal it gets all your bottled emotions out

Write goals you want to achieve

Work on healing your self

Surround your self w/ positive ppl

Start doing meditation and yoga!

Get LOTS OF SLEEP at least 8hrs per night

Try to connect w/ your religion more

Create a summer playlist!

3. Self care

Pamper your self more

Skincare tips:

Use cold water to help your skin

Wash ur face 1-2 times a day w/ a good cleanser

Rubbing ice on your face

Moisture daily (day and night)

Find your skin type

Gently dry ur face after washing it

Shower tips:

User rice water for shiny an silky hair (not too often)

Cold showers

Use conditioner on tips

Shampoo on roots (bubble it up first)

Let hair naturally dry most of the time blow dry it rarely

Wash your pillows frequently

Smooth skin:

Use lotion Immediately after showering or bathing (surprisingly ppl don't do this ?!!)

Body butter after showering to keep skin extra hydrated

Wear silky types of clothing while sleeping

Shave (don't have to if you dont want to)

Use body scrubs once a week so you don't overly strip your skin of it's natural oils

Use body oils when your skin needs it or every other day

Few other tips:

Take warm baths when you need them especially on long mentally draining days to restore your energy

Don't shower with hot water bc it can really damage your skin

Brush your teeth with toothpaste then w/ water (makes them look whiter

Wash your hands regularly to keep them smooth and clean (moisture them after to keep them soft not hard!

Ware gloves while cleaning and washing dishes because the harsh chemicals can make your hands dry and rough!!

Diet:

Drink at least 6-8 cups of water per day

Include fruits and veggies in every meal (try to)

Eat healthy fats like; avacadoes, nuts, seeds, fatty fish. These types of foods contain omega-3 which gives your skin a healthy appearance

Whole grains like; quinoa, brown rice, oats, and whole wheat bread. They provide you fiber, vitamins, and minerals that are good for your skins health

Lean proteins like; fish, tofu, beans, and Greek yogurt they can give your hair and skin a healthy look to it

Physically glow up:

Invest into a good skincare routine

Try a new hairstyle this can change up your whole look

Get your nails done

Everything shower (exfoliate, shave, hair mask, ect)

Find new clothes

Get a SIGNATURE SCENT!

get a tan (optional)

Dye your hair (optional)

Use a gusha and face roller (it changes up your face shape sm)

Summer bucketlist ideas:

Have picnics w/ ur self or friends

See sunrises and sunsets

Paint or draw

Read new books (I love reading webtoon sm)

Go on a road trip

Thrifring

Have a girls night

Go on walks

Make bracelets

Have a photoshoot

Fashion tips:

Always wear accessories they make you look more put together and they can spice up a boring outfit

Always smell good

Don't pair a baige or black colored cargo pants w/ a bright colored top. Pair it w/ black

Some colors beige goes well with ; brown, black, silver

Always do a nice hairstyle that matches your outfit

To make a skirt look better add leg warmers

Pair the right shoe color with the right outfit or else you'll look less put together

[five-miles-over]

Your Remedy

Pairing: Jaguar Villain!Thomas x Reader

Summary: He may be one of the most powerful and feared man in London, a terrifying villain to the outside world, but when you're sick with a cold, your paramour Thomas spends the entire evening by your side taking care of you.

Word Count: 1,827

Warning: Implied criminal activity, talk about mucus and coughing, mostly fluff

"Hi, love." You blew your nose into a tissue and sat up in bed, wrapped in blankets. "You look like you've had a long day." Offering him a tired smile, you threw the tissue into a small waste bin. You ran your hand through your hair, smoothing any flyaways. You hoped that even while you were dealing with an irritating cold, you could still look nice enough for Thomas when he came home. 

Home. Yes, it felt strange sometimes, calling the two-bedroom flat that your paramour had bought for you four months ago your home. But Thomas was never one to take things slowly. Merely a month after meeting you, he asked you to be his lover, his sweetheart, his closest companion. Yes, those were the words he used. Thomas considered himself - and you - to be above plain terms like 'girlfriend'. And a week after you agreed to be his, he began sending a chauffeured town car to pick you up every day, though that was mainly because Thomas wanted to keep you safe from any of his enemies that could try to harm you. Also, it was his way of secretly learning what groceries you liked to buy, so he could keep your flat stocked with them. Most recently, Thomas brought you as his date to a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream in the West End. He had your gown selected in your favorite color and your favorite style, and proudly introduced you to all of his associates and employees during the intermission. He regaled them with little anecdotes about how he personally selected each and every gift he gave you while you were courting, thinking about which one would bring him a step closer to winning your heart. It made you all the more stunned when one of his associates tapped you on the shoulder when you were alone just to inform you that you were involved with one of the most feared men in the United Kingdom. But to you, those words were as hollow as…as a politician's promises on election night. Thomas, no matter how angry he seemed to get with his professional life, never gave you a reason to be terrified of him. 

Thomas closed the door, removed his black blazer, and sat on the edge of your bed. He pushed your hair back, giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Far too long. All day, you were the only thing on my mind, my love." Then, he pressed the back of his hand against your cheek. "Not too feverish," he remarked. "That's good." Thomas rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

He turned on the hot water. "Have you been drinking your fluids and resting? I hope you haven't been outside, it's a bit nippy in the air." "I made some tea, and read." You chuckled before coughing. His caring, almost protective, nature bugged you at times, but it was one of the reasons you loved him. And also one of the reasons you found it hard to believe that he was one of the most feared men in the United kingdom "And no, I haven't gone outside today." You blew your nose into a new tissue.

Thomas nodded, turning off the faucet and poured some scented bath salts in to the hot water, causing them to fizz. As the bubbles rose to the surface of the bath, Thomas offered his hand to help you out of the bed. "Good."

"Thomas, you don't have to draw me a bath…" You innocently protested between coughs, him lovingly dragging by your arm towards the tub. 

He merely untied your robe with a grin. "Get in the tub. I'll be right back, darling."

You removed the rest of your clothes and climbed into the bathtub, letting the bubbles and the steam surround you along with the scents of eucalyptus and menthol. You could almost feel your sinus clear up a little bit more, causing you to smile with relief. While you relaxed and coughed, a few of Thomas's words from the other room caught your ear.

"Shelby," you could hear Thomas harshly talk, "I don't want to talk about it now…I'm quite busy, if you must know. Just make sure no one sees you enter, and dispose of the weapon when you finish. I politely insist that you don't make me repeat myself."

You heard Thomas end the phone call with the push of a single button. Then, the room was filled with the dulcet sounds of a soft guitar melody, possibly a vinyl on the record player in the corner of the living room. 

Thomas breathily sang under his breath as he waltzed back into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he stole a kiss and rubbed your bare shoulders. "When the night," he crooned just for your ears only, "has come, and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we'll see." You giggled, wiping a stream of mucus from your nostril. "No, I won't be afraid…no, I won't be afraid…Just as long as you stand by me. Stand by me." 

He tucked a lock of wet hair behind your ear, gazing at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You cleared your throat as more mucus accumulated, and laughed as Thomas continued singing.

"So darlin', darlin', stand by me." Thomas lost himself in his performance for a moment, emphasizing the 'darling' lyric.  "Oh, stand by me. Oh, stand…Stand by me, stand by me." 

You coughed while continuing to laugh, exchanging a smile with Thomas. He always loved how you brought out the fun side of him, getting him to do simple things like enjoying the small moment of life. Out in the world, Thomas wore an emotionless, almost cutthroat facade of ruthlessness. But between the two of you, inside the little haven you called home, Thomas was free to spoil you and love you in any way that he could. There was no trade deal to be negotiated, no enemy to watch out for, and no government red tape to cut through. Even though he was the one constantly hiring chauffeurs, installing security cameras inside your flat, and keeping a check on almost every move of yours, there was something about being with you that made Thomas feel safe. And if he could have it his way, Thomas would spend the rest of his life making sure that you knew how secure you made him feel.

He finished rest of the song with the vinyl record, lathering your arms with bubbles and washing them. You tried to join him, but couldn't sing too much because of the coughing and mucus. 

"Let's get you out of the tub, darling." Thomas gently took you by the arm and helped you out. He draped a clean towel over you, peppering your cheek with kisses while he dried you. Normally this would have turned into a more sensual moment between you, but Thomas was perfectly content with comforting you right now.

You coughed, putting the towel aside and getting into a set of silk pajamas Thomas bought for you from Paris. Thomas flipped a small lever on the bathtub and drained the water. Much to his dismay, his phone rang.

"Answer it, Thomas. I can make us some tea-"

"Ah, ah." Thomas corrected. "You are not to lift a finger when I'm around, darling." Thomas urged you to rest on the couch with some blankets, encouraging you to turn on the television. 

You promptly snuggled in front of a rerun of "Strictly Come Dancing", continuing to smile in Thomas's direction. Meanwhile, Thomas held the phone to his ear and made his way to the kitchen. Barking orders regarding a large sum of money, a warehouse location, and a passcode. 

You never wanted to pry into his work life, even though you were in a perfect position to do so. Shortly after you met Thomas for the first time, you learned that it was futile to ask him about what he truly did for a living that required so many phone calls and late night meetings. So, you held the blankets close to your chest, blew your nose several times, and tried to invest yourself in the dance reality show. 

Despite his tone being full of anger, Thomas appeared to be in control of himself enough to boil some spaghetti in a pot of salted water, open a can of tomatoes, and smash a few cloves of garlic. He discussed a business matter while putting the simple ingredients together in a careful manner, adding a mix of dried basil and parmesan at the right moment. "All taken care of? Good." Thomas spoke on the phone while the garlic and tomatoes cooked in olive oil. "I'll meet with you tomorrow and we can talk about the next steps. In the mean time, not a word of this too Richard. Or Shelby. Yes, take care of yourself." When the dish was assembled, Thomas ended the call, turned off the stove, and brought the plate of hot spaghetti to the living room for you.

"Enjoying the show, darling?" Thomas teased, siting next to you on the couch with a silver fork in his right hand. "I know it's not what most doctors would prescribe for your illness, but…" Thomas moved closer to you as he twirled the fork, "it's what I used to have when I was a little boy." He brought the fork to your mouth and fed you. 

You held your hand in front of your mouth, your clogged sinus making it hard to chew without pausing to breathe. "Really?" You swallowed, taking a moment before Thomas could give you another bite.

"It was one of the things I learned to make." He twirled the fork again and brought it to your chapped lips. "You pick up a few unexpected skills living in the Italian enclave during your formative years."

"This is the first time you talked about your life, Thomas." You remarked between bites of spaghetti. Innocently, you took the fork from his fingers and fed him too. Thomas knew it was a risky game sharing food with someone who was clearly under the weather, but he'd eat if it meant seeing you happy. "How did you end up in an Italian community? I heard you were part Scottish."

Thomas chewed, taking a moment to contemplate his next words. "Why don't we deal with that naughty little cold of yours first, and then…" he pecked your cheek, "I'll tell you anything you want to know about me. No question will be off the table." Thomas put his arm around you, letting you rest on his shoulder while a new episode of "Strictly Come Dancing" played on the television. 

"Okay." You shyly smiled, piqued with an interested you never thought you could feel before. "I'd like that."

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[total-feminism-takes]

Lesbian Courtney anon here!

HOT TAKE!

Beth don't need to main three because the main three need her and love her who they are!

Imagine this and the scene: Bratz style girls x TD

Beth, the sweetheart they all love Beth even Courtney in her own I rather punch the wall or die then admit my feelings to anyone because that's how I was raised and my therapist with I am working on it.

Courtney angry feminist trope stick up her butt religious type everyone says (Mom of the group and puts herself in dangerous situations make sure all her girls are alright!)

Lindsay the bubbly cute (she more than likely get away with it after being caught once)

Leshawna - true leadership

Heather ('Leader' but not really the figure head, she will tear people apart in heartbeat that stare in sexual way at her girls)

All of them have sleepovers, a bit fights over teenager things like Lindsay no! Frosted tips for Tyler so gross! AHHHhh

Boy troubles are in comfort and cuddle times! Maybe Lindsay and Courtney cuddle the most after Duncan and Tyler got detention with Alejandro again and Heather is like no tears boys are stupid! Then they all cuddle together and stuff!

Girl dates!

Beth with Lindsay holding hands and Courtney then carrying them when they get tired sometimes because Courtney strong and works out with Eva!

Heather makeovers! Lindsay and Beth in beauty school poor Heather as their test subject and Leshawna happily waiting her turn!

Eva and Courtney teaching Beth self defense!

That's it and immediately someone draw these girls in fluffy strawberry cowgirls, blueberry cow, and farmer moon outfits like NOW!!

I like Beth but I have hate relationship with people who are like she gets a glow up and rest the cast can't tell it's Beth!

Everyone is ugly sometimes.

Beth is not ugly due to her looks. I don't like Beth trope of her thinking everyone wants her because I was like that once but then I was like male validation ain't it. BUT THEY DON'T GIVE HER GROWTH AND GIVE HER BRADY!!!

ANGOY

BETH DESERVES BETTER. BRO!

I am say it.

Fat, chubby, acne, greasy hair, and depression- I don't care.

I love you, girl or not. I have in my whole life care over others from throwing up toddlers and older people in mental distress.

Baby, let me tell you something, ugliness is when you look hollow look in the mirror due to being the 'prettiest girl in the world' but alone just for validation for a guy who can't even remotely recall your favorite color or birthday!

I rather tell you I have bath my sick loved ones when they weren't healthy or just happy in general. Beth is not meant to be perfect girl or the prettiest girl because she just a girl.

Her warmth, her smile, and her willingness to help is just her that we should value.

And she ain't even that ugly.

All these girls not even ugly. Mess up drawing shaped bodies but not ugly.

Speaking with experiment from a little girl who was Beth growing up and became the Courtney archetype of rage, acting like I know better to push everyone away, and etc, the world was cruel and killed a little girl of hope now I have rage and my tan skin with angry makes people think I am danger for not knowing how to let go or grieve all of it yet.

Basically Beth. They- I - the fandom should leave you alone if we don't love all of you with flaws and such too.

Beth for president and Courtney vice president! for a school AU trope and Heather gets jealous runs against them with Leshawna! Lindsay just wants to make their posters!

- 🧡

[oddballwriter]

Tim, Brian, Alex, Evan, and HABIT with an s/o who loves bubble baths 🧼 (and sometimes accidentally overflows the bath with bubbles lol) (and maybe a little spicy added in? If you’re okay with that lol)

🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

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Warnings: HABIT is here, and there is a bit of some spice at the ends of most of the parts so be warned of that. It's not full detail smut but still. There's a little "~" between the parts for those who don't want to read those bits  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Marble Hornets

Tim

He doesn't mind really

He actually thinks the idea is nice but I feel like he himself isn't much into doing it himself

Maybe he is honestly, what do I know. Taking a bath while smoking a cigg sounds cool as fuck and that kinda have his vibe

He might join you once or twice but maybe he'd be a little too flustered

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I also feel like he'd be too flustered to do anything, if you see what I'm trying to say, or just not into the idea of it all too much

Brian

He loves that idea and thinks it's cute that you do it regularly and even fill the whole thing with mostly bubbles

I think that Brian enjoys a nice bath himself but only when something's been rough on him and he needs to de-stress

He will, however, gladly join if you offer

Most of the time he's not planning anything to happen when going in, he just thinks the idea of sharing a bath can make a nice moment for the two of you

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HOWEVER, Brian's a bit of a dog and wouldn't mind if things ended up happening, but that's only if you're down for it

But over all, it's a nice moment for the two of you

Alex

I honestly think Alex just gives you your privacy when you take a bath

But when he does know that you put an ungodly amount of bubbles he's honestly like "Why did you make so much?"

He gets the appeal but like the bubbles usually stay once you drain the bath so the bubbles are in the tub like 🧍

I do think that because he wants to respect your privacy, he wouldn't ask or think that you would want to take one with him since most of the time when a person takes a bath, it's like, their alone time

But he won't really say no. He'll try it

But it might feel a bit awkward to him

(there is not spice here, sorry to you Alex simps)

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

Evan finds the fact that you take baths all the time really nice and also doesn't really mind that you full it with mostly bubbles

That's understandable the impulse is in all of us

He's totally down to have a bath together with you, are you kidding?

This bitch hates being away from you when he knows you're near so he will gladly take your offer to have him join

He honestly loves just chilling with you

Honestly might fall asleep if the bath feels really nice

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Ev is also down to fool around in there too

I feel like he'd be a bit more subtle about initiating it and sort of doesn't do anything major unless he knows you're okay with it

HABIT

Finds it cute honestly

He'll leave you be and do whatever you want

If you invite him, he might be like no, because lets face it this bitch doesn't shower or anything and the whole fandom knows it

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But if you beg enough or offer a bit of something, he might change his mind

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If he does go in without being bribed, he honestly will just sit in there and enjoy the warm/hot water

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If y'all get up to something though, don't be surprise if water ends up outside of the tub

[nothing0fnothing]

I was small and my mother's relationship was new. I was just starting to get used to my mom's boyfriend. Sure, I'd visited him fairly regularly at his house, and he was a welcome enough edition to mine too, but now he was there all the time.

I was a pretty chill kid, things would change and I'd be upset but I'd just keep it inside and refrain from ever mentioning it if I could help it. Yes, he was always around now and no I wasn't really used to him enough to cope with living together and I did miss all the time I was used to having alone with my mummy, but mummy was happy and I was fine so it was whatever.

But actually now mummy's boyfriend was hitting me too, and he wasn't being as nice to me as he was before, and sometimes he would tell mean things about me to my mum in front of me, and I'd feel hurt and want to cry but I'd keep it inside, pretending I didn't hear it.

I'd started having sleepless nights and tummy pain, but I'd smile through it like a champ and just nap through my play hour at school. I really didn't want to rock the boat.

Actually by now I couldn't cry at all. I was scared to go to my mum with so much as a skinned knee, knowing that he'd be angry if I demanded too much of her. I just imagined myself an inky puddle of black, absorbing everything and keeping it inside me forever. Thus was how I could be silly and smiley on the outside like the grownups wanted me to be, but also keep all the sad or confused or alone or lost feelings inside where they belonged. I'd just absorb all of them and smile on the outside. Easy.

It was working well for a good few weeks, till one day mum's boyfriend came home from work and he was mad. Mummy and I had spent the day together after I'd had the morning at playschool.

We had to go to the doctor to get a special cream because my skin was worse than it had ever been before, angry and red and bloody and flakey and itchy and painful. The bath lotion and the moisturiser wasn't enough I had to use a special steroid cream now, that numbed the pain and fixed soothed the skin but also bleached me so the hand most affected was whiter than the other. I hadn't even noticed till it was pointed out to me by another kid at school while we played in the sand box.

After that we baked cookies and watched TV and got cosy by the fire. It was cold outside and we would only warm up one room at a time. I'd been bathed and dressed in my sleep clothes and was waiting to have my hair dried before I went to bed when the door banged hard and mum let her boyfriend in.

He barely acknowledged me as he came into the house and they went into the kitchen to have a grown up talk. Bored, I started flicking the settings on the hairdryer, playing with the warm, then cool, then hot streams of air.

"What the fuck are you doing?" 'Daddy' had appeared in the living room and was furiously watching me play.

I looked up at him with sad eyes and started blow drying my scalp instead.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked again this time louder and scarier. I didn't respond at all. Blowing my hair and wishing that my mum to come in now.

"What the fuck is she doing? She won't even answer me." He said as my mum joined him.

"She won't answer you if you're swearing." My mum explained.

I couldn't think of a time a grown up swore to my face like that, I could feel the tears bubbling up and was shaking trying to push them down inside me, to absorb the sad feeling and be smiley on top of it. It didn't really work, instead tears were streaming down my smiling face as I tried to snatch them away on my sleeve.

"Why's she crying now?" He was really angry.

My mom asked me in a kinder voice "Cordelia, why are you crying?"

I fixed my eyes on the wall behind her shins and said nothing.

"Cor, Cor?" She wanted my attention but I didn't know how to speak without sobbing so I kept watching the wallpaper.

"What the fuck is her problem?" Her boyfriend was shouting now "why are you crying?"

"I'm not!" I shouted as my voice cracked and the sobs fell out.

"You know what you are?" He asked me nastily "you are ignorant."

I didn't know what it meant but I knew I needed to get a handle on this situation before it got very bad. The grown up were now shouting at each other in the kitchen while I cried into the warm air stream of the hairdryer on the floor of the living room.

"Hey look at me" I shouted, stood up, face still wet with tears, determined to break the tension "I'm eating air!" I mimed it.

For a moment I waited for the laugh, but it didn't arrive. They stood and watched me biting the airflow out of the hairdryer while I tried to do anything to make it funnier. Jazz hands and I was about to try to fake fall when he broke the silence.

"Now you're just an idiot." He said.

I watched him wide eyed and blinked in shock. I'd never been called that by a grown up before and it hurt me deeply.

"You shouldn't be swearing" I said.

"I didn't swear" he argued.

"You did. You swore lots of times"

"When?" He snapped. "What did I say that was a swear."

I went silent. Looked at the floor and said nothing.

"Go on" he said. "What did I say that was a swear."

I wouldn't repeat it. Now he was angry and my mom was trying to smooth it over with him.

"You can say what he said sweetie" she babbled at me "you can repeat it just this once." I still wouldnt do it.

"If she won't say it that bitch is a liar."

"I'm not a liar you said a swear 3 times!" I shouted. Absolutely losing my composure and feeling the intense urge to be anywhere else but this cosy firelit living room in my snuggly winnie the pooh pyjamas.

"You'd better run". My mom said. I thought she was joking "run now" she screamed.

I did, as fast as my little legs would go. Heart pounding, full of fear and upset, half the size of my pursuer and unable to think clearly I was caught in seconds and hit hard in the face.

"What swear did I say?" He said as he hit me again. I was about to say it now the stakes were much higher but before I could get half a word out I got hit again. "Say it now or I'll kill you."

And suddenly my mom was in front of me. I was being squished into a corner and her husband was trying to get to me. They were shouting at each other and I was now crying and screaming incoherently as I cowered behind my mummy absolutely terrified.

Eventually it all calmed down. My mum sent me upstairs in a tone I'd never heard from her before. I was more than eager to be away.

I sat on the edge of my bed anxiously listening and as soon as I heard footsteps I scrambled into the sheets and pulled the duvet over my still wet hair.

I think she sat on the edge of the bed with me while she dried it gently. I like to think she did, I don't really remember.

I can't really even remember if this was the first violent outburst or just one of them. I do know I couldn't have been older than six years old when it happened.

It wasn't too much longer after this I started having to miss days at school to hide bruises, then, when they were sure I'd not tell anyone, they started sending me in with them anyway. Adults would ask and I'd shut down. Silently friends stopped being allowed to play at my house, soon after that, their parents didn't want me playing at theirs.

It was that summer term I was sent into school one morning needing stitches in my face. I sat quietly at my desk holding a tissue to my skin to stop the blood diligently till it was time to write. Confused why everyone was making such a fuss that I was bleeding and wishing they would stop. I got sent straight from school to the hospital to have it stitched shut.

Over the months and years my mom became violent too so. Out of nowhere it would be a shoe to the shins or a soft toy thrown so hard into my face it split the skin. Neither of my parents were safe.

And before I knew it I'd grown up and I'm safe now and I'm grateful, but all this sad stuff, all these sad thoughts are just, in me, like a pool of inky black sadness that's inside me. All I can try to do to get it out is to not commit to keeping it inside anymore. I'm safe now, I can talk about it.