When she thinks you're being sweet for giving her basic care and attention, whilst I'm sitting here thinking, "Babygirl, you have no fucking idea."
You're mine, you don't get the bare minimum from me.
I want to spoil you until being cared for becomes something you expect. I want to take care of you, adore you, and make it clear that your place is right here with me.
I'd give you the moon and the stars if I could, and I'd still be wondering what else I could give you.
You're mine to spoil, and I'm nowhere near done with you 🩵
Reminder for men: Don't just treat her the way you want to be treated, treat her the way you know that she deserves. Tell her she's beautiful every single day. Text her good morning and goodnight so she knows that she's the first and last thing on your mind. Remember her favorite things not because you have to, but because you want to. Tell her when something makes you think of her. Hold her like you won't see her for another 2 years. Kiss her in the moment whether it's soft and passionate or deep and rough. Look at her deeply. Crave her every second that she's away. Touch her gently and pull her close to assure her that she's safe with you. Take her out and buy her roses. Write her poetry or words of affection. Give her a massage without her having to ask. Cuddle to keep her warm and secure. Love her when she's mad at the world and love her when she's sobbing on your bed. Welcome the silent moments and loud thoughts. Fight for her, not with her. Love her for being her. Treat her right. She doesn't deserve anything less.
Butch!Vidal/Daddy Rio? Yes please 🥵🥵 I'm a Butch!Vidal truther until the day I die.
LOVE YA'LL AND FUCK TERFS AND HERE IS SOME BUTCH!VIDAL AND BUTCH!AGATHA BECAUSE YES.
A THOUSAND TIMES YES.
Song while writing half of this on the bus ride home: Love Hungry Man - AC/DC
HAVE THEM SOFT AS FUCK TOO! TEASING AND JOKING AND PLAYFUL AND IN LOVE BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT WE FUCKING NEED RIGHT NOW. 💚💙
HAVE THEM!
🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱🌱
It was the May long weekend.
Agnes wanted a chill three days off; maybe a nice barbecue. Definitely down time to catch up on whatever sports were on.
Vidal had other plans.
She had set an alarm for 5 am; waking Agnes up in the process. Vidal tossed a hushed sorry and a quick kiss on Agnes' temple; a sneaky ass pinch before rolling out of bed.
Vidal rummaged through her dresser drawers; pulling out her black sports bra and boxers. She threw them both on before she went digging for her shirt and shorts next. She dug out a old faded black tee shirt; the faded AC/DC logo still barely visible. Her shorts were grey cargo that just cut off below the knee. She had forgotten if these belonged to her or if they were possibly Agnes'. She made her way over to the bedroom door to leave the room as quietly and quickly as she could, grabbing her green baseball cap that hung over the back of the door. She put it on backwards before she headed out.
She had gotten their coffee ready the night before; placing the coffee grounds into the filter. All she had to do was turn the machine on. She flicked the switch, grabbed her keys to the pickup truck she had signed out. She had explained to Chief Jones why she needed it the Friday before. He had given her no issues as he handed her over the paperwork for her to sign out to have it for the long weekend.
First step was the hardware store.
She needed bags of manure and possibly, most likely, more seedlings.
This was her hobby; gardening, landscaping, planting. Agnes was good at cutting, pruning, trimming.
Agnes got rid of things while Vidal replaced them.
Death and rebirth.
She found what she was looking for easily enough, basically living in the garden section in her free time. She used her store discount and got a bunch of her items on sale. The cashier was friendly and acquainted enough to know Vidal to ask her what she had planned.
"You gonna get Agnes planting today?"
Vidal winked in response as she put the receipt between her teeth; pushing the heavy cart with her bags and seedlings. She gave the cashier a friendly nod before leaving the store and heading back to the parking lot.
She hoisted all the bags into the flatbed; cheeks puffed out and muscles flexed. She brushed her dirty hands on her shorts before taking her cap off to shake out her hair. She had gotten Agnes to cut it for her about a week ago. Short on the sides and a little longer on the top. Agnes was instantly smitten with Vidal's new haircut and couldn't stop touching it for days after. Placing her hat back on the same way, Vidal beamed at the memory as she slammed the truck bed door closed and got back into the vehicle.
The second step was obtaining Agnes' favorite donuts to use as a bribe.
Vidal made her way to Agnes' favorite coffee place; knowing the route like the back of her hand. She went though the drive through and placed an order for a dozen chocolate. She paid in loose change and grinned when the younger woman handed over the box with a knowing grin and a blush on her face. Vidal had that affect on people.
Vidal placed the box onto the passenger seat; crossing her fingers that this was a good enough bribe to get Agnes to help.
The drive home was nothing and she made it back with the possibility that Agnes was still asleep. She backed the truck in so that it would be easier to haul the bags into the backyard for whenever she and Agnes were ready to start.
Agnes had just padded sleepily down the stairs; hand up her shirt as she scratched under her breast as Vidal walked through the front door with the box of donuts in her hands. The two of them saw one another and smiled; Agnes showing her teeth and Vidal smirking a sly grin.
"You gonna help me garden today?"
Vidal asked as she walked past Agnes and into the kitchen, placing the box down onto the countertop.
Agnes followed behind, coming up behind Vidal and wrapping her arms around her waist. She pressed her face into the side of Vidal's neck. She smelled like the hardware store; wood and paint and glue and dirt. Agnes' face tipped the bill of the cap forwards as she placed sleepy kissed onto Vidal's neck; making her partner laugh.
"You look good in my shorts...and my hat..."
"Mmhmm...I'm sure these are mine but, I'll take the compliment this early in the morning from you, sleepyhead.."
Agnes smiled into Vidal's neck as she placed another kiss before she threw in some more choice words; another compliment.
"So handsome...god, I could fuck you right here, right now..."
Vidal laughed in response as she grabbed her hat to stop it from falling off of her head. She cleared her throat loudly before she took Agnes' hands and lifted them off as gently as she could.
"Donuts as a peace offering...or a bribe. However you see them, they're for you."
"You don't have to bribe me to help you out back..."
Vidal's eyebrows rose and Agnes laughed as she moved over to the counter, flipping the donut box open and reaching for one. She finished it in no time; Vidal not even seeing her swallow most of it.
"We better get out there before you choke and then what good are you to me?"
Agnes wiped her mouth with the back of her hands; holding back a laugh as she nodded her head in response. She closed the box and followed Vidal out to the front door to get their shoes on and head outside.
Vidal unlocked the truck and pulled the door to the flatbed down. Agnes hung back, watching Vidal lift a bag with ease and get it on over her shoulder. She drank her in like a cool glass of something sweet, something strong. Her muscles were evident on her bare arms as was the thin sheen of sweat from the already hot day. Sweat and some dirt from the bags dusted the hair on her forearms. Agnes bit her lip as her gaze traveled up to Vidal's face. The baseball cap thrown on backwards with ease and the determination evident on Vidal's face. She was biting her lip, adjusting the weight of the bag and used her strength to start moving with it. Agnes caught sight of the slight forehead vein on the agents face and almost passed out.
"Don't tell me you're already throwing in the towel, O'Connor...we haven't even started yet. Grab a bag, Baby. Let's go!"
Vidal huffed over her shoulder as she took off towards the side of the house and to the side, to the backyard. Agnes shook her head; cleared the cobwebs from her brain as she followed suit and took her own bag. Vidal made it look easy.
They managed to get all six bags into the backyard along with Vidal's tray of seedlings that she insisted of carrying.
"You'll kill them before they even get into the backyard."
Agnes threw up her hands in defense as she watched Vidal walk away with them; boots stomping down the stone walkway. Agnes followed like an excited puppy.
Digging out a pair of exacto knives; Vidal tossed one at Agnes. She used it to point at the bags and then around herself in a semi-circle; the bags already in the garden plots she had built herself last spring. They just needed to sprinkle it around.
"Cut them open and just toss the dirt and manure around into the plots."
Vidal was already crouched down, stabbing the plastic with her knife and tearing into the bags. Agnes watched her once again; soaking in just how good she looked. Her arms, her legs. The concentration on her face; how her eyes remained focused. Agnes let out a low whistle as she joined Vidal, crouching at her own bag and doing the same.
"Stop eye fucking me and pay attention to cutting that bag..."
"Don't we need a hoe or something to move this all around?"
"Agnes..."
"Those bushes over there look like they could use a good trim. I could trim your bush for you, Daddy."
"Agnes."
The detective laughed as she lifted her bag to dump the contents out. Vidal was busy rolling her eyes and moving onto her second bag.
"You're gonna be out here all night if you keep talking instead of helping..."
They moved at a reasonable pace until all the bags were emptied and it was just the seedlings left. Agnes went to grab the tray and Vidal made a clicking sound behind her teeth.
"You get to pass me the tools; I plant."
"Yes, Sir!"
Vidal shot Agnes a look as the detective smiled playfully; tossing Vidal a small shovel so she could make the holes in the ground for each seedling. Sitting on her knees; she remained silent as she watched Vidal work.
Her hands, so soft and so strong moved the dirt around to cover each seedlings with care. She pressed her middle and pointer fingers down into the soft earth all around the base of the plant. She did this over and over again until the tray was empty and they had equal rows of seedlings in the ground. Agnes beamed with pride and watched Vidal wipe her forehead with her forearm. A streak of dirt coated her skin.
Agnes stood up and looked down at Vidal. A smug smile came over her face as she watched the agent look up at her.
"I think I'm more useful inside..."
Vidal bit the inside of her cheek; instantly feeling a little pissed off. There was still some cleanup left to do and Agnes was gonna fuck off and head in? She was about to open her mouth to bite back until she saw Agnes' left hand come up with her palm flat.
"Bet you wanna clean up and come in to a nice, hot running bath? You got the full arm and leg workout today, Babe... bath should be ready by the time you're done out here."
It was Vidal's turn to stand up from her spot. She took a step and then two until her and Agnes were flush against one another; an inch separating them. Vidal shook her head and broke into a tiny smile.
"I see the donuts are working on you already...and you only scarfed down one..."
Agnes snorted as she nodded her head and then shook it; hand reaching up to rub the dirt off of Vidal's forehead with her thumb.
"Nah...just you working on me, pretty boy..."
Agnes leaned in to give Vidal a quick peck on the lips before turning around, heading towards the house. Vidal took her baseball cap off and watched Agnes' trudge away. She called out before she was out of sight.
"Don't be getting all soft on me now, O'Connor!"
Agnes stopped in her tracks and turned half around, arms throwing up in a weak protest.
