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Edited on 21 January 2022
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They brag day and night about how great they are and how everyone is below them. You watch from a seat across the room knowing that they whimper and cry by your manipulation. They may be 'tough' but really you know that they're just a stupid little cockwhore and you could embarrass them right now by just opening your mouth. They beg to be touched, to worship you, they act indifferent at first but before long they're outwardly sobbing as you tease them. They could care less for the validation of others at this point they NEED yours.
Joffrey Baratheon, Viserys Targaryen lll, Petyr Baelish, Tony Stark, Dean Winchester, Homelander, Eren Jaeger, Greg House, Alvin Murphy, Junko Enoshima, Hawks, Ban, Draco Malfoy, Rodrick Heffley, Saul goodman, Coriolanus Snow, Finnick Odair, Dazai
he is the real legend!!!
10K -Z Nation
Bath Time and A Gift 🧟‍♀️💚
(10K Z Nation Ă— OC!Fem!Reader)
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10k lingered by the door for a moment, taking in the simple beauty of the scene. The apartment was small, the paint peeling off the walls and the old, warped floorboards creaking under his weight, but it was clean and it felt like home.But in that moment, the chaos of the world outside felt distant, as if they’d carved out this little piece of heaven amidst the nightmare.
"Hello Tommy" the sweet voice coming from the woman standing before him.
"She loves her baths, doesn’t she?" he said softly, as he bent down closer to their daughter.
Emma chuckled, her hands gently rinsing off their daughter’s tiny arms. "She’s a water baby, for sure. Just like her dad. You should’ve seen her earlier, Tommy. She was splashing like crazy."
Tommy smiled, reaching a finger out to tickle his daughter's little belly. The baby giggled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and recognition as she splashed the water. "You’re getting us all wet, little one," he said, his voice filled with warmth.
Emma laughed, flicking a bit of water his way. "Oh, like you mind. I swear, you two are like peas in a pod."
He laughed too, wiping the droplets from his face before resting a hand on Emma’s shoulder. "I think she gets the splashing from you. You used to jump in puddles whenever you could."
Emma shrugged playfully. "What can I say? We’ve got to find joy where we can. Even now." She glanced at him, her eyes softening. "Speaking of joy, how was the run? Everyone make it back alright?"
Tommy nodded. "Yeah, Addy and Doc are just settling in their room, and Warren’s doing another sweep with Murphy. Everything’s clear, for now."
"For now," Emma echoed quietly, her gaze flicking toward the window, where the dark, decayed city loomed beyond. But then she smiled, shaking off the heaviness of the thought. "At least we have this. For as long as we can."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head again. "We’ll keep making it work. For her." His eyes drifted back to their daughter, who was babbling happily, her little fingers reaching up to grasp at the air.
Emma turned off the faucet, her hands gently cupping their daughter to lift her out of the water. "Here, can you grab the towel?" she asked, and Tommy was quick to pick up the small, frayed towel from the counter, wrapping it snugly around their little girl. The baby cooed, nuzzling into the warmth, her tiny fists grabbing onto the fabric.
Tommy held her close, his heart swelling with that protective, fierce love he felt every time he looked at her. "She’s getting so big, Em. I almost can’t believe it."
"I know," Emma whispered, drying off their daughter’s soft hair. "She’s our miracle, Tommy. In all of this…" Her voice wavered slightly, but she quickly smiled again, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She’s our reason to keep fighting."
He nodded, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. "Yeah, she is. And you’re mine too, Emma."
For a moment, they stood there, heads resting together, with the sound of their baby’s quiet coos between them. It wasn’t much, but in this broken world, it was everything.
"Come on, let’s get her dressed and fed," Emma said after a moment, pulling back slightly. "Before she decides to go on another splashing spree."
Tommy chuckled, still holding their daughter gently as he handed Emma the tiny onesie they'd scavenged from an old store weeks ago. It was faded, but still soft and warm.
As they dressed her, Emma kept glancing up at him, smiling each time she caught his eye. "I missed you today," she said softly, her hand brushing against his.
"I missed you too," Tommy replied, his voice low and sincere. "I always do."
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As they finished dressing their daughter, Tommy suddenly remembered something he'd been hiding in his jacket pocket. He shifted slightly, a small grin tugging at his lips. "Hey, I’ve got something for her. Picked it up on the run today."
Emma raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What did you find this time?"
With a bit of dramatic flair, Tommy pulled a small, faded yellow rubber duck from his pocket. The paint was chipped in places, but it still had its distinctive squeaky beak. "Ta-da!"
Emma gasped softly, her face lighting up. "Tommy! Where did you find that?"
"Old toy shop we passed through. Thought she might like it," he said, holding it out to their daughter, who immediately reached for it with wide, eager eyes. He gave it a gentle squeeze, and it let out a faint squeak.
Their daughter’s reaction was instant—she giggled loudly, clapping her tiny hands together in excitement. Her little fingers clutched at the duck, fascinated by its texture, and she brought it to her mouth, examining it like it was the greatest treasure in the world.
Emma laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can’t believe you found a rubber duck in all this mess."
Tommy shrugged, smiling as he watched their daughter’s joy. "Had to give her something to make bathtime even more fun, right? Plus, look at that smile. Totally worth it."
Emma leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as they both watched their daughter squeak and gnaw at the duck. "You’re a pretty great dad, you know that?"
Tommy glanced at her, his heart swelling at her words. "I’m just doing my best. For her. For us."
"You’re doing more than that," Emma whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "You’re keeping us safe. And happy."
He smiled, his arm wrapping around her as they stood together, their daughter’s laughter filling the small apartment. For that brief moment, the world outside didn’t matter. The Z’s, the constant threat—they all faded away. It was just the three of them, and a rubber duck squeaking in the soft glow of their makeshift home.
"Yeah," Tommy whispered, his voice full of love. "We’re gonna be okay."
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