#massive fluff

[anthrofreshtodeath]

for the prompt, 8 in coronita heights and 6 cmwhs?

@sharknatho Thanks friend! I will be splitting these into two posts, because this first one got kinda long, lol.

#8 - Diamond Ring, Coronita Heights

Jane was wiping her hands of plaster dust in the very gutted upstairs bathroom of her new home when she heard the glass shatter. She smirked, got up off her shaky knees - well, just one shaky knee, really, since the other hadn’t been surgically repaired - and tossed the wadded shop towel in the wastebasket by her work area. “You alright?” she called down in the most perfunctory way she could, given that she knew exactly why Maura, who just returned home from her third trip to Lowe’s that afternoon, would be dropping something.

Maura did not answer, so Jane got up. She pulled her faded California Angels tee, splattered with spackling and PVC dust, over her head, wiping the sweat off of her face with it. Christ, it was hot - mid-July in Anaheim Hills with no A/C? She forgot how brutal Southern California summers could be when you had no functioning air.

And, given that this new house, a huge one still in need of some remodel, also needed an entirely new unit, the two of them had boiled in the heat while they worked. In fact, that heat had caused a tiff between them early this morning, when they were still in Maura’s bed and Jane had woken up particularly cranky about having to drive across town to the new place and cook alive. Maura had been much too literal and told Jane she certainly wouldn’t be cooked, and Jane had stormed off to the shower without another word.

She had left without another word, too, with her truck loaded full of plumbing supplies and tile, intent on working on the master bathroom, alone. But then, about an hour and a half later, right around nine-thirty when things started to sizzle in Orange County, Maura showed up upstairs, silently lugging a huge floor fan into said bathroom and turning it on Jane so that she could be at least a little cooler while she worked. Before Jane could say thanks, or I was an ass, Maura had left, back down the stairs and out the door to do her own part.

That was when Jane had decided enough was enough.

So, now she trotted down to the main floor, which was actually hardwood that she had sanded just a few days prior, and waited, shrugging her shirt back over her head. Maura stood in what would soon be the finished living room, her back to Jane, and stared at the mantle that Frankie helped to install on his last day off before facing the Angels. At her feet was a shattered, small light fixture for the guest bathroom that she’d been admiring in its catalog for weeks. It looked both vintage and modern - well, it had before it had broken into a million pieces.

Jane smirked again. “You’re back,” she said, tightening her ponytail just a bit.

Maura didn’t turn. She pointed to the shadow box with a signed aluminum bat inside. “Is that a diamond ring?” She asked, her voice shaky, sounding angry.

Oh yeah, and there was a ring box on top of that shadow box. “It’s Jonny’s game bat from the final. All the guys signed it. Me too,” Jane plays dumb. “Thought it would look good over the fireplace.”

Maura had no patience. “With a diamond ring on top of it?”

Jane kneeled, because at any moment, Maura would probably turn around. “Yeah, with a diamond ring on top of it,” she said. It was the one that had been burning a hole in her pocket for two weeks, just after they bought the house. She had transferred it to a lock box in the Ranger, hoping it would be more out of sight, out of mind there, but to no avail. One argument and she wanted to marry Maura all over again. “Hey, Maura,” she gruffed quietly.

“Yes?” Maura asked the fireplace.

“Turn around, would ya?” Jane laughed once.

Maura spun quickly, as if realizing that Jane’s voice was coming from about four feet high instead of its usual almost-six. When she saw Jane, her good knee on the floor and her hair streaked with lines of white from her work upstairs, she dropped the rest of the bags she was carrying, which luckily contained no more breakables. “You-” she started.

“Me,” Jane teased her, but only because she herself was feeling particularly nervous now. “I uh, I wanna apologize for bein’ an asshole this mornin’. We lost a big game to Oakland last night and then I remembered I was gonna have to bake in this heat all day and I… it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have taken that out on you.”

“Ok,” Maura replied. She resisted the urge to bounce on her feet in impatience, and the urge to mourn that for one of the most important moments of their lives they were both in jeans and worn-in tops, so she hurried Jane along with her words. The magic of it would sweep over her again if only Jane kept talking.

“Ok? Ok. Well, uh, listen. I hadn’t really planned to do this today, but I bought that thing a couple weeks ago and I don’t think I can wait anymore. So… you need to know that I’ve never been as in love with anyone as I am with you. I’m like… goofy in love with you,” Jane paused, and Maura laughed a gross, snotty, crying laugh. It made Jane’s smile wider. “Which, normally I hate. But… with you… I can’t imagine being with anyone else anymore. Actually, imagining it makes me sick to my stomach. I wanna be with you forever, and if you marry me, that would be better than any title, any trophy I could win.”

“I…” Maura began again, face scrunched as she tried not to cry even more.

“Need time to think about it?” Jane asked her. Her face was crestfallen, but she nodded. “I understand-”

“No!” Maura shouted, but she revised when Jane’s disappointment shifted into agony. She ran to Jane and bent down to kiss the face she now held in her hands. “No, not… I wasn’t saying no. Yes, yes of course I will marry you. I was going to say that I don’t know how to say yes enthusiastically enough,” she explained between the smacks of their lips together.

Jane, infused with life again, rose and picked Maura up with her. She kissed back with passion, adding tongue and grips against Maura’s ass without shame. “Yeah? Yeah, you will?”

“I will,” Maura confirmed, and then, she was overcome with emotion. Jane held her up so that her head was just a bit higher, and her tears dripped onto Jane’s cheeks, too. She gripped Jane’s shoulders tight and let herself sob just a few times in the safe cavern of Jane’s neck. She wrapped her legs around Jane’s trim waist and consented to being held before she tried to pull herself back together. After just a few moments of stillness, of staying that way and letting the most intense parts of the emotional wave pass her by, she whined. “Ugh,” she pouted with disgust. “Daddy, I just dropped the perfect light fixture. Do you know how many weeks they’re going to be on backorder? That was the last one in a radius of a hundred miles.”

Jane guffawed into the empty room, the waves of it looping and loud when they hit the air. She kissed Maura once more, turning her head so that their lips could meet in a saltysweet union, and then set her down. “Don’t worry about it; that was my fault. I’ll drive two hundred miles to get you one if I have to.” They both walked up to the broken glass to survey the damage. Unsalvageable. “Well, shit. Don’t you wanna look at the pretty jewelry instead?”

Maura perked up instantly, the mess forgotten as she hopped over it to get to the mantle. She picked up the ring box, and admired the cut of the three diamonds in the center, the band trimmed with smaller ones on either side. “You have been paying attention,” she told Jane, pleased. “How much was this?” She slid it on, unable to wait to see it on her finger any longer.

“None of your damn business,” Jane replied, coming up next to her. “But thank the Colorado Rockies. That was the last of my signing bonus, courtesy of a little equity in the home I just sold.”

“Hmm, should I marry them instead? Trevor Story is quite-”

“Don’t! Don’t even say it, or I will take that right back and go to tomorrow’s game alone,” Jane grouched as she attempted to swipe the ring back, but Maura moved her arm out of the way and ran a few steps to the right.

“No, no! You gave it to me; it’s mine now,” she taunted.

Jane had gone to chase, but suddenly stopped short. She grinned. “I’m yours now,” she clarified.

Maura softened, and returned to Jane’s embrace. “Think of it as your call-up,” she said with hooded eyes and a suggestive lick of her lips.

Jane countered with a dark gaze of her own. “This is gonna be even better than playin’ in The Show. Think your ass’ll fit on the kitchen counter?”

Maura yipped when she was lifted off of her feet again, giggled when she was thrown over a shoulder and carried into the aforementioned, half-complete kitchen. “I know you won’t let me fall. Just… be careful. The granite is brand new.”

“I’ll replace that, too,” Jane growled, setting Maura down and pulling her t-shirt off.

The house was going to be perfect.

[worldoftom]

Oh, you already know I wanna know ALLLLL about The Carpenter of West End! 👀👀👀

hehe first thanks for tagging me ;) 💙

Well. The Carpenter of West End is a ball of fluff basically. Reader moved away from a toxic home to study and is renting a room to these two lovely elder ladies who have been best friends and roommates for 35 years, called Mathilda and Agnes. They also own the bookstore where reader starts working. Said bookstore has this little cafe area and that's how bookworm!reader meets carpenter!Tom 😌 he's adored by her landladies, not the greatest book enthusiast, comes into the bookstore every Tuesday for a cup of the Tea of The Day with his hyper friendly dog :')) aaaand the rest is history 😉

[jihope-tension]

'Yeah, yeah. Mhm, I'll drop by your place at 7. No, there's no need for that' Hoseok smiles at the cute girl in front of him standing behind the counter and handing him his coffee with a soft blush on her cheeks.

‘I don't know, maybe' He pays the bill leaving a tip for the cute brunette, focusing on grabbing the cup with one hand, the other one firmly holding a box with new shoes inside, his phone barely trapped between his ear and shoulder.

'Yoongi, if I had known that, I wouldn't have called you' He sighs making his way towards the door, balancing swiftly between tables and chairs like a cat, oblivious to the fact that almost every girl is eyeing him hungrily, eyelashes fluttering, lips pouting.

'Because you're weird and you know such things. Though right now I really appreciate it' He smirks bringing the cup to his lips, taking a small sip of the dark liquid and moaning softly at the taste. 'Yes I have just moaned. Do you have a problem with that? Yeah I'm at Starbucks, how did you know? No? I don't do this. What?! It happened only once. But you can't deny it was great' He whines shifting slightly to get more comfortable. 'Dick. Do I have to remind you about the incident-' He kicks the door with his foot causing it to open and- well. There's a boy laying on the pavement in front of him, holding his nose in his palm, small streak of blood running down the his chin. 'Oh my... I'll call you later!' Hoseok hangs up shoving his phone inside his backpocket, ignoring the people staring at the fuss over the entrance. Throwing the box on the ground and spilling the coffee as it falls out of his shaky hand wetting the concrete at his feet, he drops to his knees next to the boy forgetting about the whole word around him. 'God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay? Tilt your head to the back! No, lean forward! Put it between your knees! I'm so so sorry! Maybe you wanna lie down? God I'm so-' To his surprise the boy coughs before bursting into giggle, the blood dripping onto his white blouse. 'You sure panic a lot, I'm fine' The boy tries to stand up but then the wave of dizziness makes him stumble to the back and Hoseok catches his shoulders ignoring the red stains left on his blouse just where their chests met. 'Let's get you to the bathroom' Hoseok speaks, softly lifting the boy from the ground and picking the forgotten box up, he puts the boy's arm around his neck, slowly walking him inside the shop.

Hoseok turns off the tap sitting the other down on the toilet seat, placing a wet tissue over his forehead gently pulling the fluffy orange strands away from his face. 

'Thanks' The boy murmurs gladly accepting a bottle of water. 'Would you mind telling me your name?' Hoseok steps back a little giving the other more space even though it's almost impossible in the small bathroom. 'Jimin' The boy smiles slightly looking up at the other. 'I'm so sorry Jimin. I feel so fucking bad about the whole situation. I'll pay for your clothes and if you want, I'll take you to hospital or your home or somewhere. But I think you should check if your nose isn't broken so-' 'Wait' Jimin weakly raises his hand motiong for the other to come closer. 'What about you? What's your name?' 'Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Hoseok.' 'Stop apologizing' 'I can't' 'Why?' 'Because I feel sorry' 'Don't be' 'I broke your nose' 'You didn't' 'You don't know that-' 'Hoseok, I'm completely fine' Jimin laughs and Hoseok laughs too crouching down in front of him. ''You promise?' 'Yeah, I promise' 'Then let me pay for-' 'God, I'm really fine.' Jimin leans forward placing a tissue in the bin and slowly standing up dragging Hoseok with himself, bending over the sink to wipe off the leftovers of blood on his face so Hoseok finally can see the boy in all his glory. And it takes all his willpower not to look down at Jimin's ass even though he can see it with the corner of his eye, how good it looks in his jeans, how plump it is and how it meets with his muscled thighs. Jimin clears his throat and it's the moment Hoseok realises that his willpower is weaker than he was previously thinking because he's openly staring at the other's bottom, eyes narrow and lips just slightly parted. 'Just so you know, I was just checking if there's any blood on your pants' He says quickly, completely serious but his lips twitch and Jimin smirks turning around to face him properly. He cocks his head to the side crossing his arms on his chest. 'Well, maybe there is something you can do for me' He flashes the other a smile searching for his eyes and drying his hands rubbing them against his jeans. 'Anything you wish' Hoseok assures him looking at him expectantly. 'Treat me to a cup of coffee and I'll forgive you' Jimin says squinting his eyes adorably. 'I thought you were okay?' Hoseok raises his eyebrow grinning as Jimin's lips part to say something. 'It would be a pleasure' He quickly interrupts him smiling softly at the smaller boy, extending a hand for him to shake it. 'Jung Hoseok' 'Park Jimin' Hoseok smiles. 'So, Park Jimin, shall we?' 

'So basically this is how we met' Hoseok finishes and Jimin laughs watching Taehyung shoving another spoon of cake into his wide open mouth but missing and causing it to fall onto the table. 'So...' Yoongi raises an eyebrow looking from Hoseok to Jimin and sighing heavily before taking a sip of his coffee. 'You stood me up because you almost killed this squishy fluffball?' 'Hey!' Jimin whines but giggles when Yoongi turns to him sending him a gummy smile and winking at him teasingly. 'Nah' Hoseok helps Taehyung put the cake back onto the plate. 'I stood you up because I treated him to a coffee and before I knew it it was long past 8.' He shrugs his shoulders taking Jimin's hand into his under the table, running a thumb over the younger's knuckles. 'Wow. Very touching. I feel like throwing up' The oldest scrunches his nose in disapproval when he notices where Hoseok's hand disappears but smiles against  his mind as he watches Jimin's lips curving up, eyes softening at Hoseok. 'It was weeks ago, I thought you forgot about it' 'I'll never forget the day when you chose him over me' 'You know I love only you' Hoseok squeezes Yoongi's arm earning a slap in the head and all of them burst into laughter. 'Tae, you're oddly silent today. Are you not feeling well?' Hoseok asks, concern painted all over his face as he eyes the younger, his cheeks full of cake. 'Nah, I just can't believe Jimin got to date someone like you' He speaks and Hoseok furrows his eyebrows in confusion. 'You're totally out of his league' Tae grins showing his typical boxy smile before using Yoongi as a human shield as Jimin tries to punch him in the chest. 'You're out of this dimension but I still tolerate you' He bites back making Yoongi snort and high-five him. Hoseok just watches Jimin from the side, enjoying the way he slips into Yoongi's heart, how proud he feels when he's being praised by the older. His own heart swells a little bit more. 

'What would you like to do?' Hoseok hides a single strand behind Jimin's ear, his arm holding him close by his waist. The older is sitting on the kitchen counter with Jimin standing between his legs, leaning forward to bury his head in his neck, kissing the warm skin there. 'Stay in this spot forever. You smell so good' Jimin hums, his palms sliding up Hoseok's thighs until they stop on his hips, fingers rubbing circles over the bones. The older turns him around sneaking his hands to Jimin's front and crossing them on the younger's chest, his legs wrapping at the level of his thighs. 'Okay, now you can stay here forever' Jimin snorts and Hoseok sets him free jumping off the counter behind him and they move like this towards the living room stumbling over their feet. The older sits Jimin down on the couch kneeling in front of him and placing a chin on top of the younger's knees hugging his calves. 'What?' Jimin asks, wide smile covering his face as Hoseok keeps staring at him massaging his legs slowly. He runs his small hands through the other's hair, gently scratching the scalp behind his ears receiving a pleased hum. 'I'm just happy I didn't break your nose then. It's so beautiful' The older leans into the touch more, letting Jimin pull him up and next to him so he could place his head on his lap. 'Though I'm also kinda happy that I had hit you' He earns himself a smack in the shoulder and he squeaks loudly. 'What do you mean you're happy?!' Jimin laughs hitting Hoseok continuously until the older falls from the couch onto their soft, plushy carpet and he puts his foot over his head. 'Because if I hadn't, you wouldn't have been sitting here shoving your toes into my ear- Eww take it out, take it out!' Hoseok yells turning into a huge ball of giggles and cries as Jimin keeps poking him with his foot. 'No way' Jimin slides down the couch to join Hoseok on the floor, laying down on top of him letting his all weight crush the older. 'I would open the door for you, watch how you disappear around the corner then I would run after you trying to pick you up with some lame, cheesy lines and probably I would make a fool of myself but you would be very amused and in the end you would treat me to coffee' Jimin mumbles happily into Hoseok's ear ready to tangle his hands in his hair but before it can happen, Hoseok has him underneath him staring deeply into his eyes. 'You would?' The older's voice is smooth and calming, soft around the edges and so nice that Jimin's lips quiver slightly. 'Yeah. You can't let someone like you run away from you' The younger replies quietly noticing how Hoseok's knee moves in between his legs getting dangerously close to his crotch, his hands sliding down his sides to settle on his ribs, the other leg pressing tightly against his thigh. And his lips are only milimeters away from his own and he almost believes that Hoseok is going to kiss him. Almost. Because he gives him that look. 'No, please' He begs, eyes squinting as he tilts his head to the side. 'What~' 'Hobi, please don't. Everything but this' Jimin pleads already starting to run away from the safe cage of Hoseok's body. 'Too late' It's silent for the full three seconds before the whole apartment rings with Jimin's begs, screams, laughter and cries. Under other circumstances, Jimin would say that Hoseok's fingers are wonderful, so skilful and always, always very precise. But right now he wants nothing more than to break them all, one by one. slowly, so the horrible torture would come to an end and he would get free. He can't breath, never mind opening his eyes. Nope. It's impossible when these fingers are digging into his sides, between his ribs, on the back of his knees, all over his abdomen and chest. But when Hoseok grabs one of his feet, Jimin knows it's over. He doesn't even beg. He doesn't even struggle much. He just watches as Hoseok's hand gets closer and closer to his his toes. He closes his eyes but- the touch never comes. He slowly opens one eye to peek at the older with his breath held and muscles tense.

'It's no fun when you're like this" Hoseok pouts gently placing Jimin's foot on the carpet, succesfully making Jimin confused and relaxed enough to fall into his trap. The younger sighs in relief but then his sixth sense tells him that he's an idiot because Hoseok would never give up on tickling him until he cries in terror. But it's too late to do anything because Hoseok's hand is already curled around his ankle dragging him towards the older in an iron grip.

  'I fucking hate you' Jimin gets to hiss before Hoseok's fingers brutally start to tickle the outer side of his foot, making him laugh, scream and cry at the same time. He tries to punch the older several times but misses every time bursting into another wave of hysterical laughter. When Hoseok feels the wetness on the younger's cheeks, spots tears running down his flawless face, he finally decides to let go. He has already terrorized the other enough. So he sets the younger's agressive foot free. And it may not be his smartest idea because the moment his fingers leave Jimin's ankle, his face meets the other's heel. Pretty hard. He falls onto his back quickly catching his nose between his fingers, his vision getting blurry from the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes.

'I'll kill you one day, I promise. Just wait and- WHAT THE HELL?!" Jimin moves towards Hoseok who's currently laying on the floor in the fetal position squeezing his eyes shut and swaying from side to side. There's blood leaking from between his fingers staining his shirt and the carpet and he lets out small, starnge sounds. 'Come on babe, we gotta get to the bathroom'

'Jiminie' The older whines stretching one hand to touch the younger's arm.

'Yeah?' Jimin starts to panic, his voice faltering as he notices how pale Hoseok face is, how furrowed his eyebrows are and-

'I think I'm dying. Remember, I love you. No matter what. I'm leaving you all my shoes. And it was me who lost your earphones'  Hoseok takes a hold of his t-shirt, just above his heart and with a dramatical sigh he closes his eyes letting his head turn the side, his tongue to stick out.

'Hyung' Jimin starts after a long pause, as calm as he possibly can right now, his fingers tightening around Hoseok’s wrist.

There's a loud scream ringing through the apartment, scaring the shit out of everything within a mile. 

'I'm going to bleed to death! I'm your boyfriend!'

'Shut up hyung!'