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‼️🔪LET ME LAY ON THOMAS HEWITT'S TUMMY🔪‼️

Thomas cries a lot.

He's always been sensitive, every since he was a kid. The names other kids and hell, even adults called him cut deep every time he heard them.

Idiot.

Monster.

Freak.

Tears pluck at his brown eyes harshly as the majority of the schoolyard torments him, the teachers turning blind eyes to the mistreatment, too busy making their own comments about his mother and family to intervene.

"S-Stop--!" He hiccups, hands desperately covering his face as he shakes against the metal fence, "G-Give it back!"

"Come get it, Freak!" The little boy taunts him, holding the mask Thomas' mother made for him high in the air, the group of children around him erupting in laughter.

"HEY! What the hell's goin' on over here!?" Hoyt hollers as he yanks the bully up by his wrist, the kids mocking laughter interrupted as they scatter, "What the hell's wrong with you, boy!? Did your Daddy raise you to take shit that ain't yours!?"

Hoyt plucks the mask from the kid's hand as he shakes his head, wide eyed and scared at being caught red handed.

"That's what I thought, so why don't you scatter before I give him a call and tell him what the hell you've been doin'."

"Yes, sir!" The kid darts as soon as Hoyt lets him go.

"Little shit." Hoyt mutters, kneeling down to help Thomas put his mask back on, "Now, I done told you, Tommy, you can't cry everytime one of those little bastards says some shit to you. Man up, you're too damn old for all that whinin'..."

Thomas nods, wiping the tears from his red eyes as Hoyt takes him back to the truck.

Man up...

Man up...

That's what Hoyt and Monty always told him, their words not much kinder and cutting even deeper as they picked at him everytime he cried.

Over the years the tears eventually turned to anger, and isolation. Hiding himself away from everyone and everything around him, protecting himself from from harsh world around him.

...And then there was you.

Sweet, excitable, gentle you.

"...Tommy...!" Your voice is tired and sweet, clearly having just woken up when Thomas came in the room.

He watches as you stretch, waking up a bit more as you look up at him, a small smile on your face.

He's tired. It's written on his face, eyes droopy and shoulders slumping, standing over the bed, looking down at you.

"C'mere." You reach for him, hands grasping as you gesture for him to climb in bed.

He does as he's told, climbing under the covers and into your arms, melting into your warmth as he lays on top of you.

"Mmm..." You hum, relaxing as your arms wrap around him, your hands running up and down his back, sending shivers up his spine, "...My Thomas..."

He sighs at your words, melting even further against you as your hands gain rhythm and begin rubbing his aching muscles, working up and down his shoulders and back as he buries his face in your neck.

You lean your head against his, the smell of the shampoo you bought for him filling your nose as you continue rubbing his back, "...I love you..."

The arms around your waist tighten as he presses further into you, completely engulfing you in his presence.

How?

How is it possible for you to love him so incredibly, and so deeply that he doesn't even need to hear those words to know their truth? How could you possibly break down every piece of him, every broken part and hideous truth and still make him feel like the only thing that matters in the world?

You can feel him start to shake. He's been working so hard, for so long. He's exhausted, and worn down. His body is scarred and calloused. His mind is weary and weak.

And every insult, every hit, every bad thing that he's ever gone through was worth it, if it means he can feel this loved for the rest of his life.

You feel his tears before you see them, the quiver in his shoulders, the hiccups in your ear as he tries to hold it back.

"Oh, Tommy..." You mutter, kissing his hair as you rub his back, "It's okay, sweetheart, you can cry, I've got you..."

And for the first time in a long time, he does.

He cries into your shoulder, a shaking and sobbing mess as you patiently hold him through it, running your hands through his hair and rubbing his back as you coax him.

"There we go..." You coo as he pulls back, holding his face in your hands while you kiss his tear stained cheeks, his mask long forgotten before he climbed into bed, "Do you feel better, love?"

He nods, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxes against you again, feeling more relief than he has in years.

"Good..."

...Thomas cries a lot. After years of believing he was never good enough to be loved, of believing his place was being locked away in the basement, forever shielding himself from the world that hated him, he was proven wrong by a single person who loves him more than every good thing put together.

And that thought alone brings tears to his eyes.

into the pit huh?

hiiii! I was wondering could u make a small little Drabble of fluff? Just being hugged by one of the boys and him not letting go. I just need to be hugged like that 😭

did you know that chan said in one of his lives that changbin's hugs feel so warm? yeah...

Hug Me

PAIRINGS: Seo Changbin x gn!reader

GENRE: short drabble, fluff

CONTAINS: hugs, established relationship

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 859

One of the things that Changbin looks forward to at the end of every concert tour of theirs, aside from good homemade food, is going home and finally seeing you after months. Long distance was definitely no joke because the time difference between the two of you was something he still can't get himself to get used to because most of the time his mornings are your nights and vice versa, leaving you little to no time for even a simple call or video chat.

In other words, he misses you, and terribly so, that's why when his other members suddenly noticed his unease, fidgeting and pacing around as they wait for their plane, and even in his designated seat beside Seungmin during the flight (to which the younger man described as a horrible experience because Changbin just couldn't sit still and therefore not giving him any semblance for peace for a much-needed nap) they immediately knew why.

"Thank god you're here," Seungmin says with a sigh of relief the moment he sees you at the airport. "Please, just take him home like... right now." He hands you your boyfriend the same way a tired preschool teacher would hand a parent their kid that only caused trouble the whole day. Seungmin's brows were all furrowed as the bags under his eyes only served as proof that perhaps sitting with Changbin on the flight home is more exhausting than the whole tour.

"What did you do this time?" you teased with a giggle, grabbing your now-pouty lover and pulling him into a quick hug and a kiss on his lips before grabbing one of his hand-carry bags and his jacket. "Well, mister loverboy over here just couldn't sit still because he couldn't wait to get home and see you again," Chan says in passing with a teasing smile on his face and a wriggle of his brows as he walks by the two of you before getting in the company van.

"Not my fault I had to be away from you for so wrong," he grumbles before loudly saying "You'll understand what's it like someday!" to his members who were now following their leader into a vehicle. Minho and Jisung on the other hand went in a different car which will bring them directly to Minho's parent's house, leaving Changbin with you.

"So, your place or mine?"

----

Unlocking your front door felt like years... or perhaps Changbin was just being dramatic because he spent the whole time grumbling about how tiring the tour was and how the flight back home was too long for his liking, even dropping a few hints of wanting to cuddle the moment you arrive to your apartment to which you quickly caught on the moment he mentions the words 'snuggle' and 'sleep' for the second time.

"Just put your bags in the living room, I'll help you unpack right after you get some sleep," you say as you hang your keys over the keyholder right at the receiving area before dropping your coat on the couch. "Are you hungry? I can whip up a quick meal for you if you'd like."

Changbin doesn't answer, only giving you a quiet hum as he puts his luggage in the living room just like what you told him to do. "I'm not hungry," he whines out as he shuffles towards you, bringing his exhausted feet to where you are standing in the kitchen so he can wrap his arms around you from behind. You lean against his sturdy chest as he does so, placing your forearms on top of his as you smile at his clinginess, rubbing comforting circles on his skin using your thumb.

"Tired?"

"Exhausted."

You momentarily free yourself from his grip, causing him to slightly whine until he sees you face him, your arms now coming up to wrap around his neck. "I missed you," you say, your hand rubbing against the back of his neck. "I missed you too, so, so much." He places his forehead against yours, his eyes closing momentarily as he holds you close, swaying the two of you from side to side before burying his face on your neck, now fully engulfing you in a big bear hug.

"I just wanna stay like this for a while, is that okay?" he softly asks, breathing in your scent while he wraps his arms around you tighter as if you'll slip away from him again. "More than okay, Binnie. Hold me for as long as you'd like."

He still smells like the air from the plane mixed with the cologne that he frequently uses but his hugs still remain the same just as you remembered them, warm and tight and feeling like it's the safest place on earth, feeling like home, something you both dearly missed while he was away.

Changbin has read a few articles saying that his hugs, as described by the members, are the best hugs in the world, but he begs to differ because nothing compares to the hugs he gets from you during moments like this, hugs from you that really lets him know that he's home.

Moodboard: Scott x Boyd (Scoyd)

SCOTT: I don't want to fight.

BOYD: Good, 'cause I'm twice the size of you.

SCOTT: (nervously, blushing, pupils dilating) True. Really, really true.

BOYD: (smirks, edges into Scott’s space) Does that excite you?

SCOTT: (coyly) Yeah

For @teenwolfrarepairevents character of the month

lowkey need a criminal x agent plot. muse a is an obsessive killer who does it because all she wants is the agent, muse b, to herself. from harming the women he dates, to sending nudes of herself covered in blood or with the bloody item from trap phones, calling him right after she does it and letting him know that she wouldn’t do this if he was hers. but what happens if she’s been right up under his nose the whole time? what if she’s the cute, innocent neighbor that lives close by that he sees after a long day? the one muse b finds attractive, but never pursues because he’s so busy on this case? i don’t know i feel like this plot would be everything.