#mini fics

[footygirl114]

21 with leah pls?🫶🏻

21. "We should have been in bed 3 hours ago."

“Y/N where are you dragging me?” You heard Leah ask from behind you.

Shrugging you continue to grip her hand and drag her along behind you. “Just trust me” you tell her.

You don’t hear a protest so you continue to drag her along behind you. You were both in preseason with your respective teams but had a weekend off before international break started, you took advantage and caught the train into London to see your favorite gunner.

You had both been cuddling on her couch watching a movie when your phone buzzed and you were reminded what you had planned to do. Leah came willingly when you pouted at her to follow you.

Yet now you could tell she was skeptical as you dragged her through the quiet London streets to your destination.

“We should have been in bed 3 hours ago Y/N” she whines from behind you again.

You smile seeing your destination ahead and you pick up the pace and add in a “almost there Leah!”

When you round the corner and right in front of you is a mural of her in her full England gear painted on the brick wall you slow down and stare up at it.

“Wow” she whispers coming to stand beside you.

“It’s amazing” you whisper back.

She turns toward you and asks “why did you bring me here?”

“I wanted you to see how much you mean to everyone, and I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me” you whisper out slowly moving closer to her.

“Y/N” she says and you can see the small smile on her lips.

“These last few months with you have made me believe in me again, and you make me feel whole. I am so in love with you Leah” you tell her as you move your hands to her cheeks.

She smiles and moves her hands to grab your wrists and she says “I love you too Y/N”

You smile and close the distance between you and press your lips to hers, feeling complete.

#leah williamson x reader #woso imagines #mini fics

[gaybroons]

Soft promt, 30. and Mattdrai?

30. ‘this is my husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner etc.’

Prompts!!

Freudian slip

——

“What’s up with you?” Matthew’s been quiet all dinner, glancing at him and smiling like a schoolgirl. It’s endearing, the way his face contorts to fit it, makes him look rounder, softer.

Except Leon’s never seen him act like this before, and frankly, he’s scared.

“Nothing.” Matthew sing-songs biting at his fork. Leon narrows his eyes.

He doesn’t know why Matthew insists on going to these places, fancy and dark, you’d think with the cost of the menu items they’d afford to keep the lights on.

It’s romantic, Matthew tells him. Leon would argue it’s more romantic if he can see his fucking date.

Besides, since when is Matthew the romantic type? He doesn’t know when the switch happened, it seems as if Matthew stopped being content with takeout and fast dirty fucks out of nowhere. He wants to do this dating thing right, apparently. Leon thought they’ve been dating for months. But somehow it seems that calling Matthew his boyfriend for the first time made Matthew realize it.

He’s a little offended, frankly. Did Matthew think he didn’t want to date him?

“So,” Matthew says around in his mouth, looking at him from under his lashes, uncharacteristically coy. “You want to marry me?”

Leon chokes.

“What?” He pounds his fist at his chest as he tries dislodging the pasta in his throat, and when the threat of death has finally passed he glances up at Matthew.

He knows what that face is. He knows when Matthew is concealing his hurt. Fuck.

“Where is this coming from?” He tries, but it seems that Matthew had already guarded himself against being vulnerable. He’s not looking at Leon anymore. “Matty.”

He shrugs, making a noncommittal noise, suddenly really interested in the food. Surely a truffle risotto isn’t that interesting.

“Mathew.”

“Well I just thought—“ he’s talking fast, caught between embarrassment and irritation. “When you introduced me as your husband—“ when he what.

“I- did I-“ Leon is thankful he didn’t eat another bite because that would’ve killed him for sure. He tries quickly rewinding in his head and realizes that he did say that. Oh my god. Matthew is looking around and—

He can’t have that. He grabs Matthew’s hand and pulls it between them. Now that gets his attention.

“Matthew.” He starts, runs his thumb over his pulse point for courage. “I was planning to propose in the summer.”

It’s so easy to please him, he realizes. And somehow spoiling the surprise doesn’t feel as bad as he thought it would. Matthew’s smile is so wide and bright that he almost lights up the whole restaurant by himself.

“Really?” He says, like he can’t believe it. He grips Leon’s hand back, entangles their fingers together.

“Yeah. I must’ve—“

“Aw, you couldn’t keep it to yourself, you just love me so—“ interrupting Matthew with a kiss is really proving to be Leon’s favorite way to shut him up.

#sorry light angst folks #love miscommunication. these two are so dumb #mattdrai #hrpf #mini fics #ask game

[sirsadly]

request: orc/human - human is the orc's tailor; are they upset cuz the clothing keeps getting messed up? are the appalled by the quality of their former clothing for being so shoddy? does the orc's current ensemble simply not bring out their eyes? are they distracted during a fitting for their friend who deserves nice clothes dammit and didn't expect their ripped-ness to be such a problem because it isn't with their other customers? is this fantasy or modern? -shrugs- i apparently have more thoughts than i thought but this work training is so very boring - feel free to use none of them but the overall prompt but i crave anything that doesn't discuss "the five subcategories on this slide" pls

i hope you got through that work training okay, and you enjoy this mini fic. sorry for being beyond late ;)

Where My Hand Treads 

male orc with gender neutral reader

591 words | sfw

Their thighs ate up most of the measuring tape. Their very same thigh you perfectly custom made pants for, that now stretched taut against the gulf of their muscles.

As their tailor, you were happy about their frequent patronage, but it felt like they carefully maneuvered the small shop you worked at least twice a week with an old garment at hand needing repair.

Sometimes that garment was something you made a week prior that needed mending. You wondered what their lifestyle could be like to warrant this many repairs, not that your wallet was complaining. Curiosity that is what we will call it for now, what that shapely legs do for a living.

You could excuse the ripping and loose threads, but what had you up in arms with annoyance, frustration, and maybe even anger was how his ensemble made the least amount of sense. Though he had all the pieces of a professional suit, he never seemed to put the right colours together. And when he did something of the proportions was off, or fraying at the hems hence coming to the shop.

Most importantly it hurt to see a diamond just covered in mud, his clothes never seemed to bring out his personality or the colour of his warm brown eyes. You told him as much after measuring him again for the second time this month, to make sure his clothes were not faulty on your part.

“You want to style me? But I don’t think you provide those services.” He said slowly. “Is this an exclusive offer for my frequent patronage, if so do other clients get this treatment as well.”

“You’re right we don’t. I think I’ve never offered anyone this. It’s just that you clearly need help assembling an outfit, especially if you are going to be here every day needing a garment repaired.”

His eyes wandered towards the rumbling ceiling of your small shop under the subway tracks, rubbing at the back of his head in thought. You have embarrassed him, your banter does not always read as playful as you would hope. Your ears heat in shame, in the already hot summer afternoon. Your words might not always lift a person’s confidence but you knew what you could achieve with your sewing machine and your critical eye. You knew it every time a client looked in the mirror after a fitting. 

“Please allow me, I just think you are not shining to your highest capacity. Everyone has certain colours and cuts that make them look effortlessly put together. Not everyone gets to learn that, it’s something you either gotta be passionate about or learn early on.”

Your eyes looked straight ahead to his distracted ones, trying to catch the colour change of his mood. “I would like to extend that knowledge so that you may be your brightest self. I did not mean to embarrass you…” you trailed off after his lips pulled tight. He seemed to be enduring you, that expression twin to those braving the biting wind. 

His tusks jutted out, a bit large for his face with his brown eyes, squat nose, and long curls.

You were already imagining the colours you would pull for him, neutral reds and browns for his green skin, toeing that line to bring out his complexion. He would be magnificent. This you could do, this where your hands have tread before.

“My body is in your capable hands, Tailor.” The comment did not go unnoticed, but you knew words could only go so far.

#sirsadly writings #monster romance #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster x reader #requests are open #mini fics #exophilia #monster/reader #monster/human #orc/human #orc lover #orc x reader #orc x human #request answered

[adorablebabypenguin]

Can we maybe get a minific of little!Charles and caregiver!Carlos please?

“Papa?” Charles calls for what feels like the fifteenth time in the past ten minutes

“Yes, angelito?”

“Can play with Leo?”

The question confuses Carlos since Charles has been playing with Leo for the past half an hour and asking questions

“But you are playing with Leo, angel?”

Charles giggles, as if Carlos had said the funniest thing ever“No silly, you play with me and Leo?”

“Ah, ok”

He sits down on the floor and immediately Leo runs, or rather, hops over to Carlos, trying to climb onto Carlos’ legs but not being able too

Charles lets out another giggle “ ‘arlos, let him muac you” doing a kissing sound rather than saying kissing.

Carlos leans down to let Leo lick his face as he feels his heart explode from cuteness at both Leclerc’s

“I think he loves you more” Charles says after Leo licks Carlos’ face for about a minute

“You think?” Carlos teases

“But that no fair, he my puppy” Charles is whining, he knows but it’s his puppy! Why does he love Charles papa more?

“I can’t pick who he likes more” Carlos raises his hand in defense, as if to prove he is innocent

“You’re my papa, only I get to love you a lot”

#angelito: little angel #age re safe space #age regression #agere #f1 #formula 1 #sfw agere #agere mini fics #mini fics #little Charles leclerc #caregiver Carlos sainz #agere blog #f1 age regression #agere community #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #leo leclerc

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

“You’re going to make me come back for more.” with Joel?

“You’re going to make me come back for more,” his forehead rested against yours, tears stinging in his eyes.

"That was..." you sniffled, "that was the point," you closed your eyes. One of his hands was resting on your jaw, his other hand on your lower back while you held onto him.

You knew this was most likely the last time you would ever see Joel Miller.

And you didn't know what was more disappointing, that you would never see him again, or that he did not even ask you to come with him, leaving you behind in Bill's town like he did everytime he had visited before, but this time for good.

"I'm.... Fuck I'm gonna miss you," he hummed, his lips finding yours again before he turned around and climbed into the truck where Ellie was already waiting for him. He did not look back.

You looked after the car until you couldn't see it anymore, crying quietly, not knowing that your ways would cross again sooner than you thought.

#mini fics #joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #fanfiction #drabble #prompt

[carnal-lnstinct]

Content: M / 18+. MINORS DNI. submissive 4!goku. pwp. drabble. not proofread ♫ "You set my soul Alight"

Truthfully, he likes the lopsided fairness and the goosebumps it gives him. It's easy for him to get lost in what he feels, how vulnerable he is to his own impulses, and the way that becomes his actions. He's not afraid to get down and dirty, but having to hold it back when it's brimming under his skin made his very soul restless. There was only so much he could stand for before he was less his name and more of an embodiment of his stimulations.

Suffering under you is its own reward. You didn't ask to have this power over him, but he didn't give you a choice. He was still free to be as well-behaved or mischievous as he desired because you were going to give him what he wanted anyway. It just felt like he was supposed to be this way with you, on a whim. And you played along. He is restless with the desire to please only you, heart crying out for you to use that affection any way you choose. Simply put, no force in this existence held a higher influence over him than you.

Your hand lifts from its clutched position and finds his cheek behind the elongated black hair and his eyes parted open, their golden glow staring down at you as he sinks into the touch. Your thumb grazes his lip and his mouth instinctively opens up for it. You oblige with the corners of your mouth turning up, pushing your thumb into his drooling mouth. Letting his teeth hold it as he sucked on the flavor of your skin. A quiver went down his spine to the tip of his flicking tail.

The rut of his hips grew into a snap with his voice practically humming a tune on your thumb, enthralled by the breathless gasps that answered his whimpers.

"T-There he is..." You praised and his heart skipped a beat.

You felt like you could almost see the imaginary tiny hearts glowing in his eyes as they smiled back at you, so grateful and so desperate for more with the color in his cheeks almost matching the shade of his fur.

You are his worship, his ruin.

#mini fics #My writing #goku x reader #son goku x reader #goku imagine #nsft #lemon #me: i want to write nasty smut #brain: best we can do is insinuating prose

[wishingforatypewriter]

Minific: "How did we run out of ___?" for Linzolt, of course.

"How the fuck did we run out of fire whiskey?" Lin asked, frowning at the two glasses she'd preemptively set out on the counter.

"Poor choices," Zolt replied, and Lin held back a smirk as she recalled their antics the night before. "I have a few bottles coming up from Harbor City next week, but I can go out and buy some to hold us over."

"Don't even pretend you want to go out in this blizzard," she said, "I'll just make us some cocktails."

"You bar tend now?" he asked, grinning, and Lin realized with a start that there was very little she wouldn't do for him.

#linzolt #lin beifong #lightning bolt zolt #mini fics

[skyland2703]

There’s this tiny Thyreophoran (Thyreophora, or armored dinosaurs, is the group that Ankylosaurus and Stegosaurus are from, so the two genera are cousins.) called Jakapil, which is a very basal genus of Thyreophoran, as in its closest relatives are Scelidosaurus, Scutellosaurus, and etc. cause I cannot think of more than those two. Said closest relatives are from the early Jurassic, meanwhile Jakapil was walking in the Argentinian deserts at the same time Spinosaurus was… Spinosaurusing since the Spinosaurus is very inconsistent in what it was like. Jakapil was around the size of a cat and it was very adorable, but its body was covered in armor plating.

The Jakapil was discovered and named around 2012, but its description was done ten years later in 2022. Its full name is Jakapil kaniukura which Ja-Kapil means “shield bearer” in puelchelan and kaniukura means “crest stone” in Mapundungun after its uniquely deep jaw.

Onto my actual point per se, I was thinking it would be funny if Amelia and Javi found out about it, and. Uhh something something plushies?

Idk after the first part.

Amelia looks at *——all of what you said above——* and then stares at Javi, “how do you know that—? Did you actually look it up?”

Javi giggled, “no— not really. A friend of mine texted me this entire thing because he saw me buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies at the toy store and thought I loved dinosaurs”

“Which you do” Amelia suggested.

“Which I do” Javi affirmed, “and so I thought it would be fun to tell you that our dinosaurs, indeed, were cousins.”

“What”

“Yes” Javi nodded, and she then interrupted again, “wait. Did you just say you we’re buying stegosaurus and ankylosaurus plushies?”

Javi giggled, then blushed, “well— I saw a pink ankylosaurus in the toy store when I’d gone to get a birthday present for Poppy’s first— and i couldn’t resist. Then I stepped into the dinosaur aisle and never really saw the light of day after that…” Javi explained dramatically, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the red ranger, and yelped “ouch” then continued, “so I technically got you the ankylosaurus. And I found a green triceratops but then I thought ollir would be offended seeing that, so I didn’t buy that. Then I was just about to check out when my eyes fell on a.. you guessed it right… a black stegosaurus— WHAT ARE THE ODDS?!”

“And where are the plushies right now?”

“On my bed. I cuddle them” Javi explained, “they’re a pair. Do not separate. Share my bed if you want the plushies”

“I already do” Amelia said, looking around at the way the two of them were literally tangled up in her pink bedsheets, watching Mary Poppins at the moment.

“At my place” Javi placed the condition, and Amelia rolled her eyes, “fair enough. And?”

How did she know there was more to the story— OH the info dump from earlier— Javi chuckled, then continued, “So… After my friend introduced us, I found the Jakapil absolutely adorable.”

“And…?” The way Javi said it, Amelia just knew there was something in it that he wasn’t telling her. The mischief in his eyes showed.

“Well… it’s about the size of a cat.”

“You said that already. And??”

“I got a plushie custom made for it” Javi said, flushing, as he watched Amelia’s hands flying to her mouth, “you did NOT—“

“I did.”

“And…?” Three was still something he wasn’t telling her.

“There’s two of them. And i customed the colors to be… red and black” he said, looking like the human version of the awkwardly blushing emoji.

Before receiving a flying pillow in the face from her.

#Mini fics #my fics #power rangers #power rangers dino fury #amelia jones #dino fury #javi garcia #Javi x amelia #dinosaurs #jakapil #cosmic fury #Power Rangers cosmic fury #ask #HESPLORO!!! #answered

[mariposainthemoonlight]

As an apothisexual all I want to see on my tumblr feed is cute pictures of different aesthetics, incorrect quotes with my fav characters/shows, cute/interesting short/mini fics about characters I like/ship, lgbt pride posts, animals, art and anything to do with music.

To the people that make these posts, please make more ily.

#writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #aesthetics #mini fics #short fics #incorrect quotes #lgbt pride #lgbt post #art #music #artwork #traditional art #apothisexual #asexual thoughts #asexual things #asexual #ace

[lenfaz]

Fic titles:

Across the sea

Form 173-B

Ring around the moon

ohhhhh

Across the sea The heartwrenching tale of Captain Liam Jones, as he battles the sea, pirates and magical forces to reach his beloved princess Elsa. Lots of angst and ripped bodices.

Form 173 - B Never piss off a bureaucreat because they will make your life miserable. That is the lesson crime journalist Will Scarlet learned the hard way when he tried to access some old files from the library without Form 173 - B and faced the anger of librarian Belle French. Sparks ensued. He turned in the filled form. She rejected it on the basis of missing one stamp from an unknown office that only opens one day a week for 75 minutes. He turned in the form again. She rejected it again because the date was not in the correct format. It was only after he turned it in for the 5th time, his body pressing hers against the bookshelves while her moans filled the room, that she finally accepted it.

Ring around the moon As Storybrooke's prepares for its coldest season yet, Sheriff Emma Swan makes it a point to drop by (former) Captain Killian Jones' boat and convince him to seek shelter in Grannys. He's a fit of a grumpy loner, you'll see, and he refuses every time she asks, claiming he has weathered worse storms. But Emma won't give up... and she will insist and insist and insist... until finally he seeks warmer shelter. In her bed. Hey, whatever it takes to keep the citizens safe, right?

#ussjellyfish #lenfaz replies #mini fics #I think #ohhh this was so much fun #captain swan #frozen jewel #scarlet beauty

[footygirl114]

25 and Ona Battle pls

"I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

When the final whistle blew you fell to your knees, and could feel the tears in your eyes. Playing in a World Cup final was a dream come true, but your dreams never included losing the final.

Feeling someone wrap their arms around you, you lean into the comfort knowing immediately it’s Kiera. She doesn’t need to say anything just lets you cry.

After a few moments you hear Kiera say “do you want me to tell her to give you some space?”

You look up and see Ona slowly making her towards you, you shake your head and pull back from Kiera standing up to meet your girlfriends eyes.

“Hi Ona, good game” Kiera says “I’m going to go find G” and she takes off leaving you with Ona.

“Hola hermoso, you played so well and I am so proud of you” she says when she moves closer to you. One of her hands reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

You shake your head and tell her “I can’t smile at you, I’m mad”

She chuckles and says “I love you”

Not being able to help it you smile and wrap your arms around her neck pulling her into a hug and whispering “I am so freaking proud of you love”

#Ona battle imagine #woso imagine #mini fics

[gaybroons]

Hello!! If you're still doing these: Mattdrai and just waking up please.

Thank you so much!

23. waking up

prompts!!!

Matter of fact I am still doing these!!! (sorry this took so long sdfghjksdfghjk i got struck down by fever)

Sunlight

——

Leon is anything but an early bird.

He groans as he rolls to his side, an ache pulsing behind his eyes. Why the fuck is he awake? Jesus Christ. he presses the heels of his palms into his eye sockets, hoping it would make the ache disappear.

It doesn’t work, obviously, but when he drops his hands he realizes that he’s not alone in bed.

Messy head of hair next to him, brown curls that gently rest on his skin, rosy with sleep. How is he sleeping so well? Leon is jealous. he almost wants to jolt him awake so they can suffer together, but then he watches Matthew’s chest rise and fall with every peaceful breath and he can’t bring himself to do it.

He reaches out unthinkingly, brushing away his curls, they bounce back in place. He cups his face and gently strokes at his cheeks, down the bridge of his nose, presses down on his plush lips.

Mathew is gorgeous when he’s not trying to be annoying.

His eyes flutter open. Hazy blue framed by ridiculously thick lashes. It’s unfair. He’s so pretty.

“Are you thinking of how to dispose of my body?” His voice is scratchy, fucked up. Leon is a little proud; that is his doing. He can’t help smiling.

“Maybe.” He presses down on Matthew’s cheek, wonders if he can count all the little freckles that are melted in his skin, sown into it like little stars in the night sky. Matthew grabs his wrist, moves his hand down and presses a kiss to Leon’s palm. His eyes flutter shut, and he moves his lips against Leon’s palm like he does to his lips. What a tease.

He pulls his hand away and leans in to claim his good morning kiss, irrationally jealous of his own damn hand. Matthew giggles, like he knows. He probably does; Leon is that predictable.

Kissing Matthew is a balm to half of his aches, his lips buttery and soft and so so kissable, so biteable.

In fact, the whole entirety of Matthew’s face is kissable, so Leon does the right thing and decides to kiss all over his face.

Matthew’s giggles and pleased little honk is a balm to the other half of his aches. And on mornings like this he wonders why he ever dreaded the dawn.

#was listening to [too sweet] by Hozier while writing this so I recommend doing so as well <3 #mattdrai #hrpf #ask game #mini fics #I think this one is my fav of all the mini fics agsjslahg

[bmodiwrites]

Hi pals! Here is part two to what I'm calling Bother Me, Baby. We left off at the peak point of angst, so I present you with even more of it! You should definitely read part one before looking this over - you'll be lost if not. Enjoy, y'all :)

To say Eddie is gone from the beginning is the biggest understatement to ever be made.

Before Steve even says anything, Eddie knows the love of his life just walked up to him, madder than hell and absolutely gorgeous because of it. And while he fumbles the entire situation like the unathletic nerd that he is, something lingers like a flame in the pit of his belly, telling him not to quit.

He’s too used to getting the things he wants eventually, anyway.

Eddie turns to Bugsy after Steve and Molly leave, a soft smile on his face. “We’re going to love him for all of our days, boy. I just know it.”

When Steve comes to the vet the next day, there’s triumph in Eddie’s smile and a new sort of hope rearing up in the back of his mind. His neighbor is both beautiful and bothersome – for whatever reason, Eddie wants so desperately to be bothered by him for the rest of his life.

It’s too easy to fall into the trap of loving him, too. Eddie finds that out when they share one night together and he’s already dead and gone… sign, sealed, and delivered. The very next evening, Eddie gives away his biggest secret, really sealing the deal.

They’re lying in bed together when the idea strikes. The night is the sort of clear that makes living by the water a little extra special. Taxes and extra fees are worth the ability to roll over and wake Steve up from his sex-hazed slumber.

“You okay?” Steve asks sleepily, his voice gruff from disuse. He blinks owlishly a few times, making a face that gives Eddie the feeling he’s one day going to melt into a puddle on the floor.

Instead, he leans forward to give Steve a kiss. “I’m amazing. I’ve got something I want to show you, though. Up for it?”

Steve’s smile and nod is so genuine, Eddie takes his time letting them get out of bed.

Thoroughly kissed and wrapped in some actual clothes, Eddie leads Steve down to the dock where he helps him onto the row boat. They’ve been fishing a few times over the last couple of days, so rowing together already feels like a habit. Though Eddie can tell Steve is curious, he’s impressed by the man’s restraint. Steve simply sits with his back turned and lets Eddie show him the way.

It's obvious that his trust is more than worth it – Eddie is dumbfounded to see a look of pure wonder overtake that beautiful face. The beach before them is untouched by other people, that much is obvious. Eddie’s uncle is the only other person that knows about the location of this special place. Eddie’s means of escape is pristine sand and smooth water that reaches out into the horizon. The dark of the night sky reflects off the stillness, painting a gorgeous picture.

For hours, Eddie holds Steve against his chest and watches the stars shine. It’s the most peaceful clump of minutes that he’s ever experienced. It’s also the collection of moments where Eddie realizes he’s irrevocably in love. This is their spot now.

Eddie wants everything about his life to be theirs.

Which is why, after a spat that feels like it’s going to tear them apart, Eddie drives to South Carolina, where Steve’s parents are from, to win him back. He’s lucky to be close enough with Robin to get the information out of her – Eddie is certain he would’ve missed his opportunity if it weren’t for Steve’s best friend and the kick in the pants she gave him.

And while it’s not planned, Eddie has no problem getting down on one knee to make Steve his forever. They haven’t been together all that long and there’s still so much to figure out, but it feels right. Everything with Steve is easy and simple, like taking a breath of the fresh morning air that’s crisp and clean.  

Things stay that way for a while, too. They welcome Blue into the family and then Travis. Their life is the sort of perfect people can only dream about.

And damn, Eddie loves being a dad. He loves to watch Blue’s face light up when he teaches her how to hold a guitar. It’s amazing to see Travis open up on the basketball court – here soon, that little boy is going to start kicking Steve’s ass. Family life isn’t what Eddie pictured for himself, though it’s amazing all the same.

Of course, time moves on and real life things get in the way. Steve starts to slip from his grasp when Wayne hands over the clinic and Eddie’s job takes up the majority of his time. They both work, so it’s not like Eddie is the only one that’s busy. His attempt at being present and there with the people he loves is less than par and has been for a while.

Eddie’s ashamed to admit he let a cat distract him from a date with his gorgeous husband… more than once.

He’s finishing up with Mrs. Wheeler’s tabby when the cell phone in his pocket goes off. It’s Steve calling but Eddie’s already late and he’s not ready to hear the yelling his husband is bound to do. Ignoring it kills him but there are still a couple things he needs to get done before the clinic can close.

Those thoughts are easily pushed aside when his phone goes off again a few minutes later. The first unknown caller call gets ended right from the start. The next two make Eddie worry enough to pick up the fourth attempt to reach him. In a lot of ways, Eddie’s almost sorry he heard the words on the other end of the line at all.

Driving to the hospital, knowing it’s his fault that Steve was on the road, is a slow torture. It’s still raining hard, like it’s been for the past couple of weeks, so traffic isn’t moving at the speed Eddie would prefer. His mind is racing with thoughts of Steve and the promises he’s been breaking and the time he’s missed. Eddie’s a mess by the time he’s walking through the emergency room doors.

He gets to see Steve for a moment before he’s taken back for surgery. His injuries are so fresh that Eddie’s stomach turns. The sight of blood is a reminder that despite being there in the flesh, Steve’s not out of the woods yet. Eddie holds Steve’s hand in between both of his until they force him to stop following the rolling bed.

The doors swinging shut behind the love of his life feel final somehow.

After he finds the strength to tear himself away, Eddie goes into the waiting room to make arrangements for the kids. Wayne is more than happy to take them, though he’s suspicious when Eddie breaks into tears halfway through the conversation. Despite needing the comfort, Eddie refuses to tell his children about their dad over the phone.

Hours pass. Eddie isn’t sure how many fly by him while he waits. The time is both fast and slow, filled to the brim with doubt and worry and the sort of self-hatred regret causes to fester in the pit of Eddie’s stomach. He blames himself and is half mad with grief when Steve’s doctor finally comes out to grab him.

Steve is stable, but the coma he’s currently stuck in may be permanent.

It’s agonizing to sit by Steve’s bedside without the promise of seeing those honey hazel eyes again. Eddie can’t imagine why he ever decided it was okay to take his husband for granted. Though he loves Steve with all he’s got, Eddie slipped up – he’s been letting everything come between them. No matter how much Eddie claims to love him, Steve needs the tangible reminder. Even in his state, Eddie plans to give that to him.

The next few days are hard. Blue and Travis take the news the way Eddie figured they would. Blue is inconsolable, screaming at her papa to wake up from her chair at his side. Travis is still young, so he’s a bit more subdued, but he cries and whimpers and clings to Eddie all the same. It’s traumatizing to see his children react the way they are, so Eddie keeps their visits brief.

His heart can only break so much.

Soon a month goes by… and then another. Steve stays in his deep sleep, slipping away day by day. His skin gets paler and the weight he’d been putting on because of the extra weightlifting is gone by the fifth week. Eddie hates watching his Steve melt away. He’s powerless and so scared to lose him.

So, Eddie talks to Steve about it.

Some of the nurses think it’s weird that he speaks incessantly, but Eddie doesn’t care. It becomes a cathartic thing, walking into Steve’s room to tell him about his day at the clinic and how the kids miss him like crazy. He says, “come back and bother me, baby. I miss your hassle. I miss you,” as if the taunting words will bring Steve back just so they can fight like they’re so very good at doing.

Eddie feels better holding Steve’s hand knowing he’s doing all that he can – even if that means muttering a few things while he tries not to cry.

That gets harder, though. At the end of the second month, doctors start to descend upon Eddie like vultures. They mention things like organ donation and pulling the plug. At first, Eddie’s so distraught that he can’t hear a word they’re saying. When their thoughts start to register, Eddie’s ignorance turns to anger. How can anyone expect him to make that choice? Steve is his life – turning that button to off would be like killing himself.

Desperation pushes him to the one place that he tries not to frequent. His heart usually can’t take it but Eddie needs the help. He can’t take the pressure on his own anymore.

Standing at his mother’s grave with white daises in his hand, Eddie lays himself bare.

“All I have left are memories, mama. I remember everything. His smile, the way he laughed, the sight of him coming in through the back door, day after day. I’d watch him and stare, thinking I’m the luckiest son of a bitch alive. That, at the end of the day, his love is all I’ll ever need.” Eddie stops for a second, wiping at his eyes fiercely.

“Since he’s been gone, I keep thinking about the billions of times I could have told him I loved him, about how many times I could have shown him how special he was… how – how important he is to me. Mama, there are so many ways I could’ve loved him harder, with more of myself, with all of me.”

There’s no stopping the tears now, Eddie’s heart is flayed open.

“I’d give anything to take him into my arms one more time.”

Before the real break down comes, a strong arm wraps around Eddie’s shoulder, tugging him in close. He doesn’t need to look over to know that Wayne is standing there. He knows his father figure’s scent like his own. And though the man doesn’t say anything, Eddie is all the better for having him there.

Answers weren’t what he was really looking for, anyway.

Tag list (please comment or reblog if you'd like to be put on the tag list for part 3): @harringtonisms, @itsall-taken, @original-cypher, @infinite-orangepeel

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[adorablebabypenguin]

If i ask nicely can we have something to do with little lando🥺 pretty please😭🙏

Only since you asked nicely <3

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"Amor, please thats enough" Carlos says as he stares at lando, who pouts

"But I wan more bubbles!" Lando insists

"Landito, I think we will flood the house if there are more bubbles, I promise you these are enough"

"Ok" Lando agrees as he carefully gets in the bath. Carlos lets out a sigh of relief.

It doesnt take long for Lando to start making up a little story with the bathtoys he has, slightly splashing water around and giggling ligthly as Carlos gathers all the products for his hair and shower. It isnt a difficult routine per say, sure it took a whie for Carlos to memorize it, but now its pretty simple. It helps that Lando doesnt really make a fuzz about it anymore, just lets carlos do his work.

"Ok, nene, I need you to stay still ok?" He says, and lando hums in response. The products texture is familiar on Carlos´ hands, the smell is both of their favorites. Lando closes his eyes before carlos even starts massaging in the product

"Someones relaxed, no?" Carlos says, smilling at the calm expression on Lando´s face, a very big difference from the little he had all day

"yeah, feels goood" His voice is soft, clearly sleepy

"I bet" His hands are thoroughly working in the product into lando´s hair not to rough. They stay like that for a while, Carlos knows Landos slipping further, partly because thats what always happens when they have a bathtime before bed, partly because lando´s stop forming words, let alone sentences, just babbling nonsence.

"You want papas hoddie to sleep? or shirt?" Carlos asked, even though he already knew the answer

"hoodie pwease" lando murmered, yawing midway through the sentence

Carlos smiled, kissing a spot on landos shoulder

Lando let out a little giggle "Tickles papá"

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[namelessbutters-doodles]

Enjoying Yourself? Mdni 18+

''Hey, has anyone seen rain?'' Phantom asked, Curious on where the water ghoul went during this fine evening while The ghouls are throwing a Small barbeque party. ''Now that you mentioned it, I haven't seen him either.'' Dewdrop said, sunbathing in the sun while sipping a margarita.

''Should we be worried?'' He questioned.

''Nah, it's fine.'' Dew says, laying back down onto his towel to continue his tan. ''Rain is capable of defending himself.''

''He is?'' Phantom asked.

''Yup, once he goes feral.'' ''You are done for or you'll won't be to walk for a while, Either way good for him~'' Dew says.

''Oh...'' a Thought hits phantom. ''What do you mean when you won't be able to walk for a while?''

''Hehehe, You'll see baby boy~'' dew winks causing phantom to blush.

''o-oh!''

Meanwhile.....

Rain presses his hips more into you as he thrusts in and out Slowly as he can trying his best not to hurt you as well trying not to let his natural instincts get the better of him. You gripped him tightly as he goes on, Churning your insides up, making you melt. You can feel his cocks wiggling as he keeps going even as you can feel one of them go deeper into you hitting that spot a few times causing you to moan.

''oh god...'' You Whimpered, Gripping him even more. He looks down at you making eye contact.

''There's no god here, Starlight~.'' He smirked as he kisses you passionately and godly. His hand goes down to your throbbing clit while the other holds you tightly. He rubs your clit as your thighs tighten around his hand encouraging him more to thrust into you.

It gives you more pleasure and such torture as He keeps going slowly drawing out you slowly as your climax approaches. ''I Can't take it.'' You thought, Trembling with such pleasure you decide to do the one thing that'll make him lose his mind and You finally reaching your climax.

You leaned your head towards his neck as he softly strokes your hair, flicking your clit harder, his cocks sliding in and out feeling it get stuck on your fleshy insides giving you a tingling sensation. He purrs, enjoying his time with you as slowly as possible. You look ethereal In his arms even under water where no can see but only him. Your Beautiful hair floating, your body blooming underneath him like your a whole another being. Your eyes shining Brightly when he makes eye contact you. It's astounding.

''Enjoying Yourself?' He whispered, as you hold him tight. letting your head rest on his shoulder. Now this is the moment to strike.

Your lips are inches away from his neck, you lean closer and....

Bite Him.

''I am Now~.'' You say, as you sink your teeth into his skin causing blood to come out thus causing him squirm and stop his movements for a while. You stopped biting, leaning your head away from him. you look up at him.

His eyes are completely feral, Gills completely out, his looks are almost becoming monster like. You should be scared but instead it turns you on even more.

''You are in for it now, Bitch.'' He snarled, He pins you down onto the underwater surface into it's sand, making it spread everywhere. He grabs your neck and looks into your eyes deeply and then....

(Back up on the surface)

''Aw, it's raining.'' ''It wasn't supposed to rai-''

Thunder crackles in the distance

''O-or thunder.''

''Looks like rain is Gettin it'' Dew says, grabbing his towel and margarita thus heading towards to one of the tents that the ghouls had set up. ''What do you mean?'' Phantom asked, catching up to dewdrop.

''He's getting pussy~''

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[carnal-lnstinct]

POV: Your redeemed villainous saiyan boyfriend sends you off for another day of work

vegeta x reader, raditz x reader, bardock x reader

The alarm went off on a very Monday-feeling Friday. The weekend was just hours away for you, and while motivated to get through the day, your soul ached to stay in bed. But you betray it, and the routine begins with a good morning kiss to your beloved before you dredge yourself to the bathroom in hopes of refreshing your spirits with a hot shower.

You bribed yourself to press on with your new outfit to wear to work, the beautiful lashes you couldn't wait to put on, and the lip color bought specifically to bring it all together. Though tempted to crawl back into bed and join the half-naked body still sleeping in it, now you were eager to make an impression. More than actually just going to work just to work, it was enough to keep you motivated to go.

Eventually, he does wake up to see you off. Stealing what affection he could before you left for the day. He can see your hesitation to leave in your eyes as he takes your hand into his own and flashes you with his warm, tired smile.

"You're beautiful and capable of great things." He affirms to you, the croak of his voice clearing as he leaned his forehead to yours and looked you in your eyes. He cups your face in a reassuring manner, thumb tracing your bottom lip. "Like murder..." Then you wouldn't have to go to work, you wouldn't huff and sigh about it anymore and you could stay with him, devote your morning hours to the affection he wanted seven days a week. And, simply, it would be hot to him if you did return with a victorious conquest from your labors, wearing the blood of your enemies.

But that is sadly not the average human's desire and he's come to terms with that. You don't act on such impulses as Saiyans do. His grin widens as a soft chuckle leaves his throat. "Don't do that, though." He reassures of his jest and his hand slides to your shoulder with a light squeeze. "Unless it's completely necessary..." The sincerity of his words was punctuated with a solemn stare into your eyes, his smile completely gone. The brief silence between you as you look up at him mildly unnerves you, questioning if it was still just a joke. He only follows up with a kiss on the side of your head.

"Have a good day."

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