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Itty Bitty Sinners 1.6

Pirates and dolls 🏴‍☠️🧸

⚠️TW⚠️: Abusive parents, taking away comfort items, implied sexual abuse, losing a pet, being ignored, being abandoned, having to give up a pet.

Lmk if I should add.

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'I was never a sharp one

But I try to write even when it's dull

This night is a dark one

But sometimes I like when it gets cold

Yeah, all of my movies play in black and white

This wasn't the same old plot I thought I had in mind

Don't ask me if I'm alright, I can't decide

I'm spiraling down, don't wanna take you on a ride.' ~Tony22, Safe place.

~~~Velvette past: Age 13~~~

Velvette's favorite doll was her cabbage patch doll, her name was Nicoline katherine.

It was a gift from her grandmother when she turned five.

She was the only person in Velvette's life who actually listened to her, the only one she could tell anything to without being shot down, judged, or made fun of.

School was awful, home was worse- both of them. And she just needed one person to share her frustrations with.

On this specific day, she came home from school in need of a friend.

She wasn't exactly popular, in fact she was the very opposite.

She wore clothes the other kids found weird, she was loud and overenthusiastic, and though she was really smart, she never did well on tests so everyone of course thought she must be dumb.

It was an awful day, the worst day possible! She hated the world and hated everyone in it.

She ignored her siblings, ignored her step mother, ignored everyone who tried talking to her when she got home in favor of walking upstairs to talk to Nicoline.

But she walked into her room and saw her beloved doll gone.

“Dad? Have you seen my doll?!” She shouts.

Her father does not answer her.

What a surprise.

Velvette sighs and stomps downstairs. “Dad?!"

“Woah, hey. What's going on?” Julie, her stepmother asks, standing in her way. "What happened?"

“My doll isn't in my room.” She says.

“Oh, maybe Sasha took it." She suggests.

“What? She isn't even old enough to climb the stairs!" Velvette says, walking over to the small two year old holding her doll.

“Sasha!” Velvette shouted, she took the doll from Sasha and caused the little one to cry.

“Hey, leave her alone!" Her father snapped at her. "What is the matter with you?" He asks, taking the doll from her.

“That's my doll.” Velvette tells him. "She stole it!"

“Okay. And? You can't share it with her?" He asks.

"No!"

"Aren't you a little too old for dolls anyway?” He asks her.

“No, aren't you too old to be jobless?" She asks.

“Hey, you will treat me with respect, young lady!” He scolds. "I didn't tolerate this attitude with your mother, I won't tolerate it from you!"

"So divorce me too then!" She shouts. "I don't care!"

He doesn't respond to that, he just hands the doll to his other daughter.

“She's my doll! You can't just give her away just because you like your cheater brat more!” Velvette shouted.

She's slapped across the face.

She looks up at her father again, holding her cheek.

“Go upstairs to your room. I don't want to hear it.” He said.

So she went upstairs and slammed the door.

That was the only time her father ever struck her.

Because Velvette never gave him a reason to…

She didn't talk to him much except to answer questions.

And when she turned 14, her mother got full custody.

And no, she didn't get her doll back.

Her mother agreed she was too old for dolls, so the rest were given to charity.

She didn't complain.

A good child was a quiet one after all.

She took her frustrations elsewhere.

At school,

Then later online.

No one was safe from her opinions there.

She also vowed to buy herself a thousand dolls when she became an adult.

She didn't need her parents.

She didn't need anyone!

She could be her own parent.

~~~Angel:~~~

Angel woke up the next day, just relieved to be in the hotel, and not at Val's place.

He got up, completely ignoring his phone in case Val was going to try and convince him to work today…

He just can't today, he doesn't care what Val does.

Angel got himself ready for the day ahead.

Took a shower, brushed his hair, got a bit of makeup on…not a lot just enough to cover the black around his eye that Val so “lovingly” caused and some mascara to make him look more awake than he actually was.

It was enough to convince them that he was still worth investing in.

It's enough to make them think he's okay.

Yeah. It's good. He's good.

Angel opens the door to his bedroom to meet with everyone downstairs, he's ready to fake a smile through the next couple of hours- but he sees someone waiting at his door.

“Good morning, Angel.” An annoying smile says to him.

Angel sighs. “What do you want, Al?”

“Me? Oh nothing.” He says. “Just wanted to make sure everything was alright. You seemed so upset about Niffty taking your baby blanket yesterday.”

“It's not a baby blanket.” Angel growls.

“Oh? Then what is it?” Alastor asks.

“It's…it belongs to fat nuggets.” Angel says.

“Oh, yes of course. Silly me.”Alastor says, tilting his head to peek inside Angel's room. “So, I suppose it's safe to assume the adult sized pacifier is also his?” he asks, leaning on the doorframe.

Angel looks behind him and sees Fat Nuggets with his pacifier.

Shit! How does he keep getting a hold of that!?

He takes the pacifier from Nuggs quickly.

The pig just sat down on the floor and smiles, the piglet so proud of himself, thinking he did something good…

Angel doesn't have the heart to tell him what he's actually done.

Angel anxiously fiddled with two of his hands, one was gripping the pacifier tightly, and the last was tugging at his hair.

He was screwed.

“What's the matter, Angel?” Alastor asks. “Are you afraid?”

“Al, I think even you can understand why I don't want this getting out.” Angel says.

“Don't want what getting out?” Alastor asks.

Angel crosses two of his arms. “Stop playing dumb.”

Alastor scoffs. “Honestly, Angel. What's the big deal?” He asks. “Are you worried they'll judge you?” Alastor asks.

Angel crosses his arms. “No.”

“Worried they'll think you're too much to handle and leave you?” He asks. “You don't have to be. I'm sure Husker won't abandon your friendship once he finds out about it.” He says, still smiling.

Angel froze…

Once he finds out?

Angel takes a deep breath, he has no patience for this. “What do you mean by that?” he asks, starting to sound Angry.

Alastor simply shrugged. “Nothing.”

“What do you want? I don't have much of a soul to sell if that’s what you're after.” Angel says.

“Oh, I desire nothing from you. I simply wanted to talk, catch up.” Alastor says.

“I don't believe you.” Angel says. “You always have an angle.”

Alastor shrugs, then he disappears into a shadow.

“Al wait- ugh fuck!” Angel curses.

Angel walks back into his room and throws his pacifier against the wall.

Angel sits on the floor. “Shitshitshitshitshit! What am I going to do- honestly, of all the people to find out! Why did it have to be him?” He asks out loud.

Nuggets fetched the pacifier to give it back to Angel.

He takes the pacifier from his baby piglet, and sets it aside. He picks up Nuggets and holds him close. “Thanks Nuggs.”

What was Alastor up to?

And more importantly, how was he going to stop that strawberry fucker to keep his mouth shut?

~~~Charlie:~~~

After the group had completed their trust exercises for the day, Charlie and Pentious went to her office for their daily age regression session!

Angel hardly said a thing all day, it worried Charlie greatly….

Was he okay?

Was something wrong?

Can she help?

She shook her head. ‘No no, focus on Pentious, talk to Angel later.’ She decided.

“Okay Pentious, I thought we'd try something new today. Something a bit more vulnerable.” Charlie says.

Pentious tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I got you another gift.” She says, handing him a box.

Pentious opens it, this time without hesitation and smiles when he sees a little soft toy....Teddies he thinks they’re called! He didn't have them as a kid, but he's pretty sure that's what they are called.

In the box was also a super soft blanket with an elephant on it.

The teddy wore a hat...he liked that about it.

He stared at it for a moment...something was strangely familiar about it…

Something…nostalgic.

And…comforting?

“Pentious?” Charlie asks. “Are you okay?”

“What- what is it?” Pen asks her.

“It's a little dog plushie.” Charlie says.

“It's a dog?” Pen asks.

“Yeah, I thought it was a bunny at first but I looked it up and…”

Charlie's voice muffled underneath his thoughts.

Of course he was a dog. A very good dog.

Yes, that's what this was!

A good little puppy.

~~~Past:~~~

“Okay, baby blow out your candles.” His mother told him.

He squeezed his eyes shut and made his wish before blowing out the single candle on his cake.

“What did you wish for?” His mother asks.

He shut his mouth tightly.

“What? You won't tell me?” She asks.

Pen shakes his head.

“Can I make a guess?” His father asks.

Pen thinks about it and nods.

“Is it a…new pair of shoes?” He asks.

Pen shakes his head. "No."

“Is it a new book?” He asks.

Pen shakes his head again.

“I only have one more guess…is your wish… in this box?” His father asks, handing him a box, it wasn’t wrapped, it was just a small box with a lid that was barley placed on top of it.

Pen takes the lid off the box and a small beagle jumps up at him and licks his face.

“A puppy! How did you know?!” Pentious asks them, picking up the dog happily.

“Must be magic.” His mother says.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He says. “I love him! I'll take such good care of him! You'll see! I'll be the best puppy father ever!”

“I have no doubts.” His mother says, ruffling his hair and kisses his head. “Happy birthday, darling.”

~~~Present:~~~

“Pentious?” Charlie asks.

Pentious doesn't say anything, but he hugs Charlie close, crying into her shoulder.

“Hey, it's okay, I'm here.” Charlie says. "It's okay.” She says, patting his back. “Are you okay?” She asks him.

He let's go of her and holds the little puppy close to his chest.

“Are you okay, Pen?” Charlie asks. "What happened?"

Pentious looks down at the puppy teddy. “Yes, I'm okay.” He says. “I just- I-”

He wipes away tears. “I love it.” He says. “The teddy is wonderful, Charlie. Thank you.”

Charlie smiles. “Awe, I'm so glad you like it!" She says, relieved. "I was worried something was wrong."

"No, I'm okay...I think..."Pentious felt a fuzzy feeling in his mind. It was strange…unnatural. He felt like’ like a-

His pupils expand as he looks at his new Teddy. He wipes away his remaining tears, understanding what it must be. “Charlie?” he asks.

“Yes?”

“I do…feel smaller now.” He says.

“Wait, really!?” Charlie asks, getting excited.

Pen curles into himself, the feeling of small isn't a bad feeling, but it is rather strange and he doesn't know how to process it. “I think! I…uhm I feel like I am small and fuzzy inside.” He explains. "like I'm smaller than I actually am."

“Pen! You regressed! That's amazing!” Charlie's cheers.

“Is it?” Pen asks.

“I mean, yeah. I think so anyway. How are you feeling?” Charlie asks.

“I- uh. Good. But strange.” Pen explains as best as possible.

“That's okay. You'll get used to it.” She says. "Did the...Teddy trigger it?"

"Yes," Pen explains. He reminded me of my alive dog when I was alive!" He says.

"Oh yeah?"

Pen looks sad all of a sudden. "He was a good dog."

"I'm sure he was." Charlie says.

"I miss him." He says. "I had to abandon him because they wouldn't let me keep him."

"Who's they?" Charlie asks.

"The orphanage." Pen answers, his eyes building up with tears. “Dogs weren't allowed there, so I had to let him go.”

“Oh…pen. I'm sorry.” Charlie says. “Can I hug you?” She asks.

Pentious nods. “Uh, yes. Please." He says.

Charlie smiles and does just that. She squeezes the snake tightly. “Thank you for telling me, Pen. I'm so proud of you."

Pentious feels even smaller as he hugs her back. "You are? Really?”

"Of course I am. You're being honest about your feelings, and opening up to me, it shows just how far you've come since you first got here. You're growing."

"No, I'm shrinking but in a good way." Pen corrects.

Charlie chuckles. "That too."

Pentious rests his head against Charlie. "Thank you, Charlie."

Charlie pets his head. "You too, Pen.”

~~~Charlie and Pentious: Later~~~

Charlie and Pentious were playing with Legos when Charlie's phone went off.

“Oh, Vaggie is calling me." Charlie says to Pentious.

She answers the phone, so Pen keeps quiet. "Hello?”

“Mama?” A small voice says through tears.

Ohh no. That's little Vaggie. “Hold on a second please, sweetie?” Charlie asks.

“Uhm…Otay.”

Charlie smiles at Pentious. “I gotta take this, uhm, why don't you-” Charlie grabs a remote and turns on the TV. “Watch some cartoons. And I'll be back soon, okay?"

Pentious nods. "Oh-okay." He says. His attention turns to the screen as she walks out.

~~~Charlie and Vaggie:~~~

Charlie, with very limited options, walks out of the room. “Vaggie? Baby? You still there? Where are you? What happened?”

“I sowy.” Vaggie starts sobbing through the phone.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. Are you in our room?” She asks, whispering in case anyone is listening.

Vaggie sniffles. “Mhm.”

Charlie climbs the stairs quickly as her heart pounds in her chest, anxiety rising. “Okay, babygirl. I'm on my way, just stay put.” She tells her.

Vaggie doesn't respond, so Charlie just focuses on getting to her room.

She opens the door and starts to look for her precious little one. “Vaggie? Baby? Are you okay?"

Vaggie crawls out of the closet she was hiding in. “Mama!” She cries, holding her arms up to Charlie.

“Oh, baby. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" She asks, picking up her little one.

Vaggie hugs Charlie. "M' otay." She says.

Charlie sighs with relief. "Oh thank goodness. Sweetheart, what happened?” Charlie asks.

“I wegwessed.” Vaggie says.

Charlie almost laughed- but kept her composure, Vaggie is obviously upset, making her feel embarrassed on top of that wouldn't exactly help the situation. “Yes, I can see that. Have you been feeling overwhelmed?” She asks.

Vaggie doesn't answer.

“Vaggie?” Charlie asks.

“I'm sorry!” She says. “I twied to big!”

Charlie hugs her. “No, it's okay, it's fine! You're fine. You didn't do anything wrong.” She tries her best to reassure her.

“I twied to stay big, I twied to be good.” Vaggie cries harder.

“You are good, you're so very good. It's okay to be little.” Charlie explains.

“But, you aweady take’ caew of Pen.” She says. “I in da way!”

Charlie kisses Vaggy's head as she holds her close. “I don't care what I'm doing, or who I'm with, I always have time for you.” She says. “You are never in the way, you're the full picture, you understand?” Charlie asks.

Vaggie nods. “Otay.”

Charlie pets Vaggie's head and holds her close.

She really needs to get back to Pentious, he's all by himself and so small! She can't just leave him alone!

She takes a deep breath. "Vaggie, sweetie. I have to ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me, okay?" She asks.

Vaggie nods.

“Would it be okay if Pentious knew you were a little?” She asks.

Vaggie doesn't answer that, she just looks away from Charlie.

“Because right now, Pentious is little too, and I don't want him to feel abandoned. Can I bring you downstairs with me, so I can take care of both of you? I promise Pentious will play nicely. He's very nice.” She says.

Vaggie nods. “Otay, bu’ you ‘tay wif me.” She says.

“I won't leave you, I promise." Charlie wraps her pinkie around Vaggies’.

Vaggie wraps her finger around Charlie too.

Charlie sets Vaggie down on the ground. "Can you walk?"

Vaggie nods and takes her hand.

“Okay, sugar cube. We gotta be careful and walk downstairs together, so you can hold my hand, but I need you to be very quiet so no one else knows you're regressed. Okay?”

Vaggie nods. “Mkay, mama.”

“Good girl.” Charlie smiles and kisses her cheek.

The two of them walk downstairs quietly. The only one who saw them was Husk…and he couldn't care less what they were up to!

How lucky are they!

~~~~~Pentious, Vaggie, and Charlie! Playdate Time!!~~~

Charlie and Vaggie walk back into the office, Vaggie holding Charlie's hand tightly.

The TV was happily playing: “Can he fix it? Bob the builder-”

“YES HE SHALL!!” Pentious shouts as the two women enter the room. “Charlie! You're back! You was gone forever!” Pentious says. "Dis many minutes!" He says holding up all his fingers on one hand.

“I know, I'm so sorry, Pen.” Charlie says. “I actually have a big question for you, and I need you to be honest with me, alright?"

Pentious tilts his head. “What is it?”

“Well, Vaggie is little right now too. And she needs me to take care of her. I was wondering if it's okay that she plays with us today?"

Pentious looked at Vaggie who looked very shy…

But he smiles at her. “Of course! Does she like Legos too?” He asks.

“She's a little small for Legos right now, but I'm sure there's a bunch of games we can all play.” Charlie says. “Oooh! How about mega blocks?” She asks.

“What's that?” Pentious asks.

“They're a lot like Legos, except they're bigger.” Charlie explains, grabbing the big zippy bag of blocks from the closet of many things.

“Okay, I'll play.” Pentious says, slithering over to them.

Charlie sits on the floor and Vaggy crawls onto her lap.

“Vaggie, do you want to play mega blocks with me?” Pen asks her.

Vaggie nods. “Mhm.”

“Superb! What shall we build?” He asks her.

Vaggie thinks about it.. “Uhhm piwate ship!”

“Ooo! I like pirates.” Pentious says. "That's a great idea!"

“Piwates!” Vaggie giggles. “Mama, nee’ mah Piwates.” She says.

Charlie chuckles. “Okay, hold on. Let me get them." She says.

Charlie sets Vaggie down and walks over to the closet and gets Vaggie's pirate toys. They keep some of them here so Charlie can keep an eye of Vaggie while she does some work if needed.

She sets the toys on the table as she starts putting away the Legos.

"Don't ruin my work in progress, Charlie." Pentious says. “I want to finish it later!”

"I won't," She says. "I'll put it up here for safety." She says, setting his lego project on the desk.

"Piwate." Vaggie says, taking her little pirate cat figurine.

"Are we making a ship for them?" Pen asks her.

Vaggie nods. "Piwate!"

Pentious is very patient with Vaggie, even though she's a little young and it's hard for her to build like he does, he never complained about her doing it wrong.

“Oh, Vaggie. That goes here actually.” He says, tapping where the block she placed was supposed to go.

Vaggie picked up the block and set it where Pen said to. Then she looks up at the snake to be sure it was right this time.

"That's better!" He says. "Good job."

Vaggie smiles at him, and Charlie does too. She was a little worried about how Pentious might react to a younger little one, but he's doing so well! Like a perfect older brother! It was so cute!

He finished the pirate ship for Vaggie since she lost interest very quickly.

"There you are, your pirate ship." Pentious says, setting the ship in front of her.

Vaggie gasps and sets her little pirates on the ship. "Chawe, Piwate!" She says to her caregiver.

"Mhm it's very lovely, what do we say to Pentious who made that for you?" Charlie asks.

"Tant' oo' Pen." She says.

"You're welcome. While you're playing with that, I'm gonna build a sea monster to attack them!" He says.

"What a fun idea!” Charlie says.

Vaggie handed Charlie one of the pirates to play with and the two of them started to play out a story.

"Hello, pirate cat. Are you ready for our big pirate adventure?" Charlie's fox character asks her.

Vaggie's cat character jumps on the table. "Twesue'" She says.

"Yup, gotta find the treasure. I sure hope we don't encounter any evil sea monsters on the way." Charlie says.

"Piwate ship!" Vaggie shouts, placing her cat and Charlie's fox into the ship and moves it around the table.

Pen did a very good job building it, it didn't even break when Vaggie moved it.

"Rawr! An evil sea monster approaches!" Pentious starts to play, with his monstrous and extremely clever creation.

"Oh no, pirate cat. What are we gonna do?" Charlie asks dramatically.

Vaggie looks around and sees a single mega block. "Tannon!"

"A cannon, what a great idea. We can defeat the monster!" Charlie says.

Vaggie's character shoots the cannon and hits the beast.

Pentious's character groaned. "Nuuuu you have shot me! What a world what a world indeed! I deaded! I deaded forever!"

Vaggie laughs at Pen's dramatic characterization of the monster. "Montow no tay dat." She laughs.

"What?" Pentious asks.

"What do monsters say, Vaggie?" Charlie asks.

"Waw!" She growls.

"Ohh." Pentious understood her that time. "Rawwwwr!" Pentious played the death scene again, this time in proper monster language. "Can I be a pirate now that my monster has died?' Pen asks.

Vaggie hands him the dog pirate. "He-a-go." She says.

"Thank you." Pentious says. "Let's go find that treasure!"

“Good job sharing, Vaggie.” Charlie whispers, making her little one smiles.

The three pirates did find the treasure after a long journey across the office.

"Finally, the treasure!" Pen's figurine said.

"What if the treasure was inside of us all along? What if the real treasure was friendship?" Charlie's little fox asks.

"Uhm, no it's...it's gold." Pen's dog pirate says.

"Oh okay." Charlie says. "My bad."

They found the gold and they returned home.

“You did it, Vagitha!” Pen says.

Vaggie giggles. “Yay!”

The perfect ending to a perfect little adventure.

~~~Velvette and Vox:~~~~

Velvette worked overtime and then some.

She worked until she could forget what made her so upset in the first place.

And when she still didn't, she stopped when she became too tired to continue working anymore.

She walks to the kitchen to get some water and sees Vox at the table with a cup of coffee.

"Vox? What are you doing up this late?" Velvette asks.

"Vel...hey!” Vox says, sounding exhausted as he rubbed his screen where his eyes were. "I uh- that, up there is for you." He says, pointing at a gift that was on the counter.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Uh, what?"

"Just- open it, please?" He asks.

She unwraps the box and...

It was a cabbage patch doll...

It wasn't Nicoline, but she was still very lovely.

She looks over to the Tv man. "Vox-?"

"You mentioned that you used to have one when you were little. I was going to give it to you on your birthday, it's probably not the one you had as a kid, but-"

"Did you seriously stay up just to give me this?" She asks him, hand on her hip.

Vox scoffs. "What? No! Of course not, I was up already, I just thought I'd do something nice since you were so upset." He says, as if it wasn't a big deal.

Velvette rolls her eyes. “Sure.”

“Look, I'm sorry you had a rough couple of days.” Vox says. “It's okay if you don't want to talk about it. But, you can if you want to, and I'll listen.” He promises. "Or you can talk to the doll if that’s easier, that's fine too."

Velvette looks up at him. "How-"

"You told me while you were regressing a few weeks ago." Vox says. "I know something happened...and I don't think it's right for you not to talk about it."

She looked down at the doll again.

He listened to her...

And took her pathetic little story about a doll seriously.

Huh.

"I know it's not really like us to talk about stressful adult stuff." Vox says. "But, it can be."

Velvette's eyes fill with tears. “Really?” She asks. "You actually want to hear me bitch about stupid shit all the time?"

"Who doesn't bitch about stupid shit?" He asks. "Me and Val do, why in the hell would it be any different with you? I don't care less just because you're not a kid. I don't hate your company, and I don't hate talking to you either. You have great ideas, it's nice to have someone to talk to who isn't an idiot."

He actually thinks she’s smart?

He actually cares?

Actually wanted to hear her? Actually want to listen?

Velvette puts the doll down and she runs to hug Vox.

"Vel?" Vox asks, this was clearly not at all what he expected.

She doesn't want the doll, for the first time in a long time she didn't want the doll.

She just wanted her caregiver.

Velvette starts sobbing into his shoulder. "M'sowy." She says, sounding small- tiny even.

Vox knows the voice, so he picks her up and hugs her. “It's okay, I'm here.” He says to her. “Get it all out, it's okay.”

She wraps her arms around his neck

"You ready to get some sleep?" He asks her once she's calmer.

She nods. "Okay. Can you stay wif me?"

Vox nods "Yeah." He takes her doll and carries both of them to her room to get some well deserved rest.

They can talk about it tomorrow.

~~~Charlie, Vaggie, and Pentious:~~~

Vaggie and Pentious had a fun time playing together, they played pirates and aliens, and Charlie even taught them patty cake!

It was a full fun day for them.

Vaggie got pretty tired after a bit and asked to take a nap and cuddle with Charlie.

So, Charlie put on Jake and the Neverland pirates for the two littles, and all three of them cuddled up on the couch to relax.

After episode two, Vaggie had fallen asleep.

Charlie turns to Pentious. “Thank you so much for being so nice to Vaggie today, Pen. You were such an amazing friend to her.” She says. “I know it's not always easy. I just wanted to let you know that I really appreciate it.”

“It was very easy.” Pentious says. “Vaggie is fun.” He says. “She likes pirates, adventures, and weapons!” he says. “I haven't had so much fun in ages!”

Charlie smiles. “I'm so glad to hear you had fun.” She says.

“Could we do it again sometime?” He asks.

“Of course, if Vaggie wants to. I think she had a lot of fun too.” Charlie says.

Pentious smiles and snuggles up next to her once again.

There's nowhere else in the world Charlie would rather be right now.

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'Oh, by the way

All my stuffies wanna know if you're okay

I've been great, 'cause they put me in a safe place

Act like I'm nine when I watch Adventure Time

To cure the pain, I'll explain

That shit put me in a safe place.' ~Tony22, safe place.

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stillfrownyclownlol · 4 months

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I'm making Tyler x Logan propaganda but for now take another ship ask thingy whatever (shoots my fucking brains out) <3

This is also...long... 🫠

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

1. How did they first meet?

They knew *of* each other since elementary school, but they met officially when they got grouped together for the Savannah project.

2. What was their first impression of each other?

Tyler: Nerd. Wished he'd stop mumbling all the time, it pisses him of.

Logan: internal crying. Jocks are scary lahdhosjdjd- (thought he was handsome tho)

3. Did any of their friends/family want them to get together?

They had never thought about them like that haha. Logan pretty much periodically told the whole squad except Tyler 💀 so they were all like very subtly encouraging him. Taylor was VERY excited. Aiden would be SO obvious about it but luckily Tyler is kind of oblivious. Ash and Ben are just watching the whole thing go down.

4. Who felt romantic feelings first?

Tyleeeeeer. Dork.

5. Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

You know they would 🤡 Whatever let me have my angsty gay pining leave me alone 😭

6. If you had told one of them the other would be their soul mate, what would they think?

Logan: He would combust into flames and melt into a pile of stuttering and blushing.

Tyler: he'd probably punch you.

7. What would their lives be like if they had never met?

No phantom dimension! Tyler would probably get a baseball scholarship to some nice uni and Logan would get a scholarship cuz he's super smart. I think they'd be alright but probably a lot more emotionally stunted

GENERAL

1. Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

Tyler because Logan Gen/ thought he was straight so he'd legit never brought it up. Ngl Logan prob got injured and Tyler was just ranting and confessed on accident hihi ❤️

2. Did they have an official first date? What was it like?

I think yes. I think Logan would ask him and they'd do smth very low pressure :) Go out to eat somewhere (not a fancy place) and then walk around the park or smth until night time, so Logan can geek out about the constellations. Normal friend stuff...but they both know it's a date so they're freaking out. Then Tyler holds his hand and- *slams my head into a wall*

3. What was their first kiss like?

Awkward. They bumped their foreheads together since they tried to do it at the same time. Tyler instigated it :)

4. Were they each other's first anything?

Logan: Tyler's first kiss (with a boy) and first relationship

Tyler: Logan's first kiss (In general) and first relationship

5. What's their height and age difference?

Tyler is 187 cm (he did not get those short boy genes lol) and Logan is 164 cm, so I think that's like, 9 inches? Tyler was born in August 2000 and Logan in December 2000, so only 4 months.

6. What's their relationship with each other's families? Do they share a friendgroup?

You know they share a friend group lmao.

Logan gets along very well with Marianna :) she thinks he's super sweet and he doesn't mind her eccentricity. Taylor loooooves having Logan as a "brother in law" ^_^

Tyler's relationship with James and Mary is...testy 💀 they don't mind the fact that he's dating a boy but they HAVE heard Logan venting about how insecure he is in the friendship because he thinks Tyler hated him. Tyler doesn't really appreciate being reminded of all that and the fact that they might antagonize him. They're working on it for Logans sake.

7. Who takes the lead in social situations?

Tyler usually, he's not afraid to call somebody out on their shit :) Logan is better at mediating tho.

8. Who gets jealous easier?

Logan is more insecure than jealous. Tyler is just normal jealous 🤡 he's a little itty bitty bit possessive...👍🏽

9. Who whispers unsuitable things in the others ear?

Technically Tyler does, but not like, on purpose. They might just be out somewhere and some guy will be being mildly irritating or whatever and Tyler will mutter "this fucking clown" to Logan. Logan is always "!!! Ty!" Lmao

LOVE

1. Who said "I love you" first?

Logan! He definitely cried while saying it too haha. I think Tyler would say it back...after kissing him mwah mwah.

2. What are their primary love languages?

For Tyler absolutely acts of service. It's what he's used to haha. Likes to cook for Logan and help him around the shop (while James and Mary are watching him like a hawk) :) Receiving, tbh, he just likes when Logan wants to spend quality time with him.

Logan...also acts of service; for a long time he valued himself on how useful he was to somebody and its still how he evaluates his relationships. He helps Tyler with homework he doesn't understand, helps him with chores around the house, etc. He really appreciates words of affirmation, makes him feel more secure ^_^

3. Who uses cheesy pick-up lines?

In the beginning it was Logan, he bought a book and everything 🤡 he always fumbles the delivery tho help him. After a while Tyler says them cuz he likes messing with Logan and watching him get flustered lol.

4. How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

It is 2016 in Georgia, they don't engage in any PDA 🤡 as if Logan needed another reason to get harassed. They like cuddling in the privacy of their houses tho, but just the standard amount ^_^

5. Who initiates kisses?

Tyler will generally ask Logan to kiss him, since he's a little awkward about initiating.

6. Who's the big and little spoon?

Tyler is pretty protective so he likes being the big spoon, but if Logan asks he's also fine with that. He likes rubbing Ty's stomach due to the injury he got there U_U

7. What are their favorite things to do together?

Logan: STARGAZINGGGG. Nothing makes him happier than infodumping :D Ty likes listening to him anyways so. He also likes going to Tyler's games cuz, you know, he wanna be supportive and all that. Plus he thinks he looks sooooo cool while playing.

Tyler: Something chill, he's like, consistently tired lmao. He just likes spending time with him, he doesn't mind if they're just laying down studying or listening to music, or just talking to each other.

8. Who's better at comforting the other?

Tyler is, surprisingly. When Tyler is upset he's just generally mad and needs to cool off alone, plus Logan isn't really good around people who are angry haha ":). When Logan's upset he tends to be more teary eyed, so Tyler just hugging him and reminding him to breathe is enough.

9. Who is more protective?

Tyler 🤡 I don't think I need to elaborate aldhoshd

10. Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

Tyler: physical because verbal affection flusters him a lot.

Logan: verbal because physical affection flusters him a lot.

....Help them, lol

11. What are some songs that apply to their relationship?

*Points to Red's Spotify playlist*

(This doesn't really make sense but Campus by Vampire Weekend reminds me of them by proxy because I was listening to it while I drew them lmao)

12. What kind of nicknames do they call each other?

Logan: Will usually call him Ty. "Babe" if he's up to it haha. When they're older he probably calls him the usual ones like honey or sweetie :)

Tyler: probably something real cringy considering that carrot-top nickname he gave Ash. I mentioned Starboy and Cielo before. I think he'd call him "Bizcochito" (porque le quiere comer a besos jajajajaj)

13. Who remembers the little things?

They're both very detail oriented so they remember all those things.

DOMESTIC LIFE

1. If they get married, who proposes?

Since gay marriage was legalized in June 2015, for most of his life Logan pretty much never thought he would be able to get married. So he proposed to Tyler. Was crying profusely the whole time and dropped his cards haha.

2. What's the wedding like?

They couldn't find a church that would bless their marriage even tho Mary and James had asked for it. So they just got married at city hall. BUT they did have a super big after party with all of Tyler's extended family >:) Logan has no idea what "gringo" means but he's not thinking about it too much.

3. How many kids do they have, if any?

It was really fucking hard to adopt one :") one girl because I said so and this is my list

4. Do they have any pets?

They have a few cats because for a long time they couldn't adopt any kids. It's good for Logan's enrichment, even though the cats don't really like Tyler lol

5. Who's the stricter parent?

Tyler loses his temper easier, but he's also way more likely to indulge their daughter so like, he is stricter, but he's not very consistent about it lmao. Logan is better at disciplining Tho.

6. Who worries the most?

They're both worrywarts kkkkk Tyler a little more tho, it's the ✨️anxiety✨️ kicking in.

7. Who kills the bugs in the house?

Tyler will scream if he sees a bug so 🤡 Logan is very used to bugs because there's usually a few in the plants, so he'll catch them and throw them outside.

8. How do they celebrate the holidays?

Tyler isn't really big on holidays, but he'll help Logan put up decorations and stuff if he wants to. They generally go visit their family and friends U_U

Tyler does celebrate Día de Los Muertos as an adult tho, he spends most of the day at his dad's ofrenda. Logan is there for moral support, and they'll call Taylor and Marianna if they can't come over for any reason.

9. Who's more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Tyler's naturally an early bird and Logans a night owl, so Logan will pull him back into bed haha.

10. Who's the better cook?

Tyler's the better cook and Logan's the better baker.

11. Who likes to dance?

Tyler! He's a bit reluctant to admit it tho, but he's a good dancer and he loves pulling Logan by surprise to dance bachata or cumbia hihi

#sbg #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #tyler hernández #logan fields #tyler x logan

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emerald-chaos · 6 months

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walkin’ on sunshine

Sooooo I couldn’t help myself. I’m finally caught up with season 2 of Jujutsu Kaisen and I am horrendously in my feelings. Here’s just an itty bitty blurb to help me cope with those feelings (although I still ended up hurting my feelings).

word count: 573

pairing: none, just the OG trio and fellow sorcerer reader

warnings: heart-wrenching fluff

a/n; first time writing anything in AGES and also for the jjk fandom, pls have mercy on me. not beta’d, all mistakes were made by my big dumb brain.

divider by @saradika <3

The sun’s rays dance around the leaves of the tree you’re situated under—the warmth enveloping you like an embrace.

One hand outstretched behind you, propping you up, while the other toys with Shoko’s hair as she lays in your lap with her eyes closed.

The day couldn’t be any more perfect—not even if you dreamt it up.

A few yards in front of you, Geto and Gojo toss a frisbee back and forth—both doing whatever they can to try to make it impossible for the other to catch it. Their voices continue to get louder as they argue over something you can’t quite make out.

It was an off day, a rare day.

No missions to be done, no curses to exorcise, no wounds to bandage up.

It was like not even cursed energy could exist here. In this space, in your space, surrounded by the sun and your longtime friends. It was too perfect, too simplistic, too…happy.

“Y’think it’ll always be like this?”

Your own voice almost startles you—like it came from your chest without you even trying.

“Mm?”

Shoko opens one eye as she looks up at you, eyebrows knitted together.

Tilting your head down toward her, you can’t help but smile. A beat passes before she sits up, peeling herself from your lap to rummage through her bag for a cigarette.

Geto’s laugh catches your attention—your head turning toward him to see Gojo attached to his back, yelling something angrily.

The smile you were trying on for size bubbled up and blossomed into a full blown laugh.

Those laughs came so easily when this trio was involved.

Your chest felt tight, that feeling you’ve only ever felt once before—in a situation not unlike this one. It was like your body was holding so much love that it was going to start pouring out of your pores. The emotion was so strong—so intense—that it made it hard to breathe.

The familiar smell of nicotine drifts into your senses.

“I hope so.”

You look over to Shoko—holding her cigarette and sporting a half smile as she watches the two men, who have now caught the attention of a very friendly pup.

There’s a lump that develops in your throat, accompanying that tightness in your chest. Why on earth would you want to cry in a time like this? When you felt like nothing in the world could take this feeling of pure catharsis away from you?

Your eyes follow hers to watch as Geto and Gojo squat down, taking turns showering the dog in praise. The former curses and yelps had now turned into kind words—the playful lilt to their voices returned.

You purse your lips, doing everything you can internally to push down that lump from your throat and to break that tightness in your chest. Gojo had always teased you for being so sensitive. On the other hand, Geto always praised it as one of your strengths.

But how could you help it? This was your perfect little family, on the most perfect day.

Tearing you from your thoughts, Gojo turns back toward you both—waving frantically and summoning you both over to meet their new friend.

As quickly as it came, those heavy feelings seem to float away from your body—leaving behind a pure, sunshine like sensation.

Is this what Gojo feels? Being the strongest? Like nothing and no one in the world could ever take that away?

“Yeah. Me too.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo satoru #satoru Gojo #geto suguru #suguru geto #shoko ieiri #ieiri shoko #gojo fluff #geto fluff #shoko fluff #jjk #jjk fluff #let’s see how much I hate this tomorrow after I wake up!

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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um, hi baby, I don’t know if you still accepting tots but…

bratty! stepsister only allows stepbro!Ari getting off grinding up against her soaking wet panties. 😵‍💫

ok first you call me baby and then give me this thot ?? bestie dearest you’ve opened up a can that will never shut !!

you and Ari have been at each other’s throats since you met. mostly keeping it under wraps when your parents were around bc you two weren’t complete nightmares (yet). but then you moved into Ari’s father’s house and everything gets a million times worst. he irritates the fuck out of you through pranks, stealing your shit, ratting you out to your parents and even throwing low blows during your *daily* arguments.

definitely some: “I bet you’re so needy because your dad left” “do you ever not dress like a whore?” “Oof… daddy issues much? Are you gonna cry like a baby too?”

and what do you know… you find out he went on a guys trip with his friends and lied to your parents about going to some two week camp for his studies/sports. he used all that money to party and travel behind their back. You threatened to tell your parents. He begs you not to, and even tries to bribe you with free drives in his car, money and he’ll finally stop pranking you.

and yes, the bribes work. In fact, your parents think you’ve never gotten along better. you and Ari are suddenly spending a lot of time together which just included him driving you to the mall, sticking around to pay for all the things you want and hold your bags. he also becomes the designated driver whenever you go to parties with your friends 😌 and his friends make fun of him for it (be he’s really drinking pop at a party… mr party boy Levinson…) like “downgraded from stepbrother to chauffeur… that must fucking sting” and bc you’re hot, they never shut up about wanting you, or your itty bitty dresses and skirts, they say nasty things like “I don’t know how you control yourself around her” “she’s my stepsister, you pervert” “I’m just saying, if she were living in my house, she’d be far more… obedient if you know what I mean”

Oh ari does. He’s dreamt of it, fantasized about it, jerked off to it dozens of times 😖😖

you love rubbing it in his face, that he could get into so much trouble if you just opened your pretty mouth 😌 so he better pay up to keep your lips sealed !! You flaunt your new clothes paid for with his money, and make him cancel his plans bc he needs to drive you somewhere, and ofc, by never shutting up when you invite boys over while your parents are out of town. you’ll invite a guy over and literally fuck in every room of the house, telling him to stay in his room as if this weren’t his house.

what finally pushes him to the edge is when you bring over one of his friends. the same one who said they’d fuck you silly, and Ari’s forced to listen to you scream and cry “daddy” and beg for cum like a slut.

you find him getting off and take pity on him (in a bratty way) 🥺🥺 this big hairy hunk hasn’t had any pussy bc you’re taking up all of his time… how sad… he totally deserves it though:

“Having fun there?”

He peeks one eye open, still tugging at his hard length. “What the fuck do you think?”

You step further into his room, holding up your arms. “No need to have an attitude, ungrateful prick. Not like I was going to help you or anything…”

He inhales deeply, squeezing the fat base nestled in the coarse pubic hair. “…what do you mean help me?”

“How else do you think, idiot?”

He doesn’t speak for a moment and you can practically see the gears turning in his head. His hand has since stilled, his bicep still tense and veins prominent in his arms and neck, perfectly highlighted by the sweat on his skin.

“You’re fucking sick.”

“Yet you clearly like the idea.” You lick your lips, watching his cock twitch in his hand, beads of pre cum rolling down the thick head. “What’s wrong, big brother? You don’t get pussy for a few weeks and want to fuck me instead?”

“I’d rather die.”

You laugh. His mouth says one thing but his eyes eat you up like a starved man, drifting over your bare legs and tight bikini, your skin was still a little wet from skinny dipping with his friend.

“I guess I’ll just go back to Steve… he was getting really touchy, I’d hate to leave him all alone.” You turn around and sway with each step, the tiny fabric of your (pathetic excuse of a) bathing suit digs into your fleshy hips—your ass just begging for his fingers to bruise it.

“Wait.”

You don’t bother hiding your smirk and glance over your shoulder. “Yes, big brother?”

Ari wrinkles his nose, “don’t call me that.”

“Oh yeah? What would you rather have me call you?”

You did not expect daddy to come out of his mouth. You laugh, no, you cackle, “You are not daddy.”

He quirks a brow, “really? You don’t think you’ll drop to your knees the moment I throw you around a little, spank your cunt and call you a good little whore?”

You grit your teeth, feeling a different wetness on your bikini bottoms. “I dare you to try.”

now… this isn’t the daddy moment for him bc you don’t even let him touch you bare. you just bend over his dresser, and let him grind against you.

“Hurry—uh, up,” you struggle to keep your moans at bay, “Steve is gonna wonder where I—ah!”

“Shut the fuck up.” A hard hand lands on your ass, a burn blooms from the spot. “You never fucking shut up.”

“You’re such a fucking dick—” you’re cut off by a sharp gasp when he pulls your bikini to the side, the bare tip of his cock rubs up and down your soppy slit. “H-Hey!”

He groans heavily, pinning you down by your hips, “You know how easy it would be for me to slip in? You’re already soaked—what’s wrong, little sis? You getting wet for your step brother like a little slut?”

now pls… the way im tempted to replace my other Ari kinktober fic for this 😳😳 are two stepcest fics for kinktober too much already ?? 😖

#I am: baby #tw stepcest #bratty stepsis x stepbro Ari #sonny drabbles

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wasyago · 7 months

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episode 110 spoilers

just like, random thoughts and stuff, mostly bits that i remembered

i sat down to write this i forgot everything oh my god--

in chip's flashback. the black rose pirates following the king to the big sakura tree, and arlin holding baby chip's hand. this. the cutest shit ever, i think i almost cried at the image of this big badass group of pirates and this itty bitty child led gently by his hand. even if i didn't cry before i sure will right now, baby chip you're so dear to me...

QUEEN! they didn't remember anything aughhhhh 😭😭😭😭 and their and chip's little talk about how they're going to put the pieces together :( and their hug :(

whatever drey, finn and earl are doing on the ship... like, what? hello? glad they're having fun tho lol. also wait hold on a second. how did drey answer the call? i mean, probably with his leg or something, if i had to guess. or maybe finn held it up for him. not sure if finn is at it enough to be able to answer the shell by himself, so earl and drey are the only ones who can actually use it. and seing how earl is in a... predicament. hm.

jay saying that when she looks at gillion she sees family. AUGHHHHHHHHHH AUGH AUGH OUGH jay ferin i love you. and this is so important to me not only because like hell yes they're more than friends they're a family, but also for jay of all people, considering her relationship with her blood tied family and how complicated her relationship with this word is.

also girl please do something about your leg, im begging you. the bone is visible, this shit is not going to heal up by itself. i dont know how you're still limping around this must hurt so bad. i guess adrenalin maybe, but still. at least get some bandages or something, i don't know... what is it with jay and her legs actually. she fell off a roof in edison kingdom and landed on a piece of metal that fucked up her leg, and now this.

oh my god niklaus, how could i forget about my babygirl. i mean, what can i say i love this guy. i dont know how many times ive relistened to his intro song, but definitely more than i should've... um. there was a lot of big important lore that i don't have the brain capacity to process rn.... i want to say that niki is the nameless prince and/or the thing trapped in the hole in the sea. because he can only interact with one person at a time by inviting them to his pocket dimension (even with jay it was said that the time around her stopped while she was talking with niklaus), implying that niki is trapped somewhere and this is the only constricted way he can interact with the world. and to answer chip's questions he said he wants freedom more than anything, again implying that right now he doesn't have this freedom. which makes sense, right? but then, the big bad thing was supposedly trapped thousands of years ago (i think?), but niklaus was a world famous pirate lord not so long ago and not trapped anywhere, so.....? idk im probably missing something. can't for the life of me find the moment where they read the nameless prince book so like, whatever.

that moment where jay talked to chip about how she thinks its all her fault and she should've just gave up her arm and leg. and how chip reassures her....... them 🥺🤲 kind of inspired by that post abt chip and jay i reblogged earlier, but these two talking about their emotions and feelings is so dear to me. just, being human with each other and opening up. gill is great ofc, but i feel like for these two its much easier to talk to each other to feel understood and heard. i love them.....

chip is still very much dead and probably won't be resurrected any time soon, so... hooray new undead chip design! but also oh my god my poor boy... forever 19... (also charlie and condi being surprised that chip is only 19. yeah </3) my poor guy my poor baby, he sounds so beaten and depressed in the beginning of the episode, its just breaking my heart qwq...

star and zamia <333 hehe

chip trying to marry igneous. lol. darling chill out, you just got out of one unsuccessful marriage and it didn't teach you anything, you're dead, you're only 19, you've known this guy for like, 2 days? don't get me wrong, godspeed to chip, but cmon man take him out to dinner first or something

and uhhh. the end, that's all i got

#yagotalk #jrwi riptide spoilers #jrwi spoilers #riptide spoilers

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writing-fanics · 1 year

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⁂ starry eyed ⁂

✦ Hunter X Collector!Reader ✦

[Chaoter Three: I’m Sorry]

previous chapter > next chapter

[a/n: if theres somethings wrong plz dont get upset with me im going througha lot this week and month and luckily was able to get this out despite my current condition]

[Y/n] smiles, as she holds Hunter’s hand, and suddenly the platform on the Titan’s head starts to shake, surprising everyone. “Huh?” Everyone says. Ghost hisses, and then pink strings drop down from above and wrap around Gus, Willow, and Hunter’s arms.

“Huh?” Hunter says confused, Willow and Gus gasp and scream as this is happening. [Y/n]’s eyes widened as she briefly reached upward to keep hold of Hunter’s hand, but got dragged upwards. “Hunter?!” She cried out, tears in her eyes.

Camila wraps her arms around the palismen and gets pulled upwards as well. “Mama!” Luz shouts, as pink strings wrap around Amity and drag her upwards, causing her to cry out in surprise. Luz tries to reach out her hand to Amity. “Amity!” Luz cries out, and a bright flash suddenly appears behind Luz. She turns around to look at it and is forced to shut her eyes.

[Y/n] clenched her fist, she was sick and tired of her little sibling doing stuff like this. Being childish all the time, hurting people, and now hurting her friends. She finally reunited with Hunter, who she thought was dead. Finally, telling him how much he means to her.

[Time Skip]

[Y/n] smiled, seeing the reunion between Luz, Eda, and King. “Oh! I thought I'd never see you again! How did you get back to the Demon Realm?

“It's a very long story, I wouldn't know where to begin. There was Belos in the Human Realm—” Luz said, and [Y/n] kept a smile on her face watching the reunion.

“There was what?” King and Eda shout,

“Then, we saw Kikimora, she uh, was a lot to deal with—” Luz said.

“I can imagine.” King said, unsurprised.

“And then my mom decided to - WOAH, how did that happen?” Luz points to Eda’s missing arm, covered in a bandage.

“Ah, it's a shorter story. Oh! Is that your palisman?” Eda says, as Stringbean sits on Luz’s shoulder, Owlbert appears and the palismen greet each other.

“Hey, hey, all I wanna do is hear both of you talk over hot chocos milk, but first, we gotta find a way outta, whatever this is!” King says,

“I don't get it, King. I really don't get it. I thought you loved playing our games. Why do you choose these itty bitty spiders over me?” The Collector says, as he floats down.

“Because your games stink, squirt!” Eda says.

“And spiders are awesome!” Luz says, activating her staff and aims it at the Collector. “Yeah! Especially the itty bitty ones!” King says.

“Ah, you act like I'm doing something bad. But I'm just having fun.” The Collector says.

“Trapping people and scaring them and controlling them? That's not fun, Collector.” King says, looking at him.

“And everyone nearly died from the Draining Spell!” Eda says, looking at him. “So? Toys break all the time, you just fix them.” The Collector says,The Collector creates a doll of himself and splits it into two. The pieces fall to the ground and fixes

themselves,“Do you... not understand what death means to mortals?” Luz asks, looking up at the Collector worriedly.

“Well, don't worry 'cause I don't wanna scare you anymore. I think we can all be great friends. So, let me show you some of my favorite games!” He says, looking down at them. The Collector levitates into the sky and starts to summon something.

Eda, Luz, and King playing the Collector’s game. First is based on Pac-Man, where the Collector’s enlarged head chases the trio through a maze. The game ends when Stringbean stings the Collector’s tongue after trying to eat Luz.

Annoyed, he snaps his fingers and the game changes to Marbles, with the trio trapped inside them. When Eda and Luz are knocked out, King charges and makes the Collector fall by tripping on the marble.

Next game is Jenga. Eda sends the blocks flying towards the Collector when the tower starts falling. They angrily gets up, but his face saddens. The group is then transported back to their original location. “Thank... whoever. I think I barfed, like, twelve times.” King groaned, and Eda looked towards him. “Wanna make it a lucky number thirteen?” She askes, and smiles as she licks him up and throws him in the air and he lands back in her arms.

“Eda!” King shouted, and The Collector was alone in a corner. Luz hears him crying and makes him go to him. “Luz.” Eda says, “Eda, let her go. If anyone can talk some sense into them, it's Luz.” King says, and Luz smiles at the two and walks to the Collector, and just as she did so, [Y/n] landed down beside him.

“Collector, you know this can't last forever.” Luz said, as the Collector wipes away his tears, “Why, 'cause you know you'd lose?” He shouts, looking at them. Eda and king come behind Luz, and the Collectors face saddens again. “I just wanted a friend who wouldn't lie to me, or trick me. But everyone's the same! King lied, Belos lied, even they lied.” The Collector says,

“Who's they?” Luz asks, [Y/n] looks at them sadly.

“The Archivists, my siblings. "Oh, let's play a game", they said.” He angrily clenches his fists, "Let's play hide-and-seek." He shouted. Luz, Eda, King, [Y/n], hear thunder rumbling in the sky.

“"You go down there and see if the Titans wanna play!"” He says, still recalling.

Everyone looked up to see an image of The Collector’s story in the stars. The Archivists guide The Collector and Y/n down to the Titans. “So I played, and it was great.” The Collector says, as the stars move to show the Collector playing the the young Titans. “The baby Titans were the cutest, just like King!” They said, while he says this, the stars move to show the young Titans surrounding a joyful Collector.

“And they were all so welcoming! But the Archivists were scared of their power, so one by one, they disappeared, until there was one Titan left.” While he says this, the stars move to show the hands of the archivist seizing the young titans and taking them away. The Collectors’s now alone a large pair of eyes stare at them.

“And he thought we were the bad guy.” He says, and the stars move showing the last Titan holding, The collector now imprisoned and placing them away.

“He hid his egg from me and trapped us.” He said,

“But I showed all of them. Even when those trapper jerks started acting weird. Even when Belos lied to me! I found King! I found the last Titan, and he's my friend now!” He shouted, looking at King.

“Collector—“ King says, sadly.

“I know it's just pretend. I don't care. I'll pretend as long as I want.” The Collector shouts, as he says this he angrily rubs forward to Luz, sending a breeze in her direction.

“ But that's not what you want, is it?” Luz says

“What do you know?” The collector says, looking at them.

“We know what it's like to feel alone.” Eda says, looking doing.

“And abandoned—“ King says.

“And misunderstood. Hey, what if we showed you how we became friends?” Luz says, looking at him.

“King already told me about your adventures.” The Collector says,

“It's different when you can see them.” Luz says, Luz pulls out a stack of the memory pictures that showcase her, Eda and King’s adventures. “What do you think? Can we tell you our stories?” She asks, looking down at the Collector.

A shooting star flies past the Owl House and finally landing in front of it. The Collector then makes the star vanished. He is followed by Luz, on Stringbean, Harpy Eda with King, and [Y/n]. “Wow, I thought we would just, like, flip through these.” Luz said

“So it all started at the birdhouse.” The Collector says, and Eda looks at the Owl House in shock, “The Owl House. Speaking of which, what happened to it?” Eda asked, ands he flies up and views the current state of the Owl House.

“You, uh, haven't been here in a while.” King says, and Luz looks at a picture of her at the Owl House. In the picture, she is sticking her tongue out and smiling. Eda is standing by the door, arms cross and smiling. King is sitting on top of a smiling Hootu, waving at the camera.

“For me, it started in the Human Realm. Things were not great, but I found my way here, and I met Owlbert, Hooty, and Eda the Owl Lady.” Luz says, while she said the latter sentence. Eda flies back down to the ground and places her hand on Luz’s back.

King jumps into Luz’s arms, “And the King of Demons!” King says, “None of us felt like we fit in. So we decided to not fit in together.” Luz says, “It was that easy, huh?” The Collector scoffs, and folds their arms across their chest.

“Not really—” Luz says.

Luz sets King down and shows The Collector a picture of Luz and those who deceived her, “I had a lot to learn. But after a little while, I met more people who helped me.” Luz says, While saying this, she flips through more pictures, which include Luz trying out to be a Hexside student, Willow and Gus supporting Luz, and Luz playing Grugby with Willow and Amity against Boscha and her team.

“Whoa! That game looks fun. I wanna go there!” The Collector says, seeing the picture of the Grugby field.

They all fly to Hexside’s Grugby field, Luz, who is now holding Stringbean in her dormat form, and Eda who is carrying King, stand at the top, while the Collector and [Y/n] hovers above their star.

“This is where we play a game called Grudgby.” Luz says “The ball can bite you, the rules are nonsense, but it's still kinda fun.” King says, as they look down at the Grudgby team.

“Nonsense? Ha! Hexside lets you play any magic sport these days. Grudgby was all we had and we made the best of it.” Eda says, and Luz places her hand on her right shoulder.

“And you were the star player, we know, Eda.” Luz says,

“Did you know Lilith was their captain?” King said, and Luz looked at him curiously.

“Really? Now that's a spinoff I'd watch.” Luz says, and the Collector’s mouth closes, and their facial expression becomes serious. And they look ahead to see, Jerbo, Matt Tholomule, and Moon girl, all hiding from them. The Collector uses their star to glide over to the trio.

“Hi, I'm The Collector. Wanna be my Grudgby buddies?” The Collector says, grinning.

“It's him! Run! Go, go, go, go, go!” Matt screams, and runs with the rest. As they run, everyone else make their way to the Collector.

“I wanna go somewhere different.” The Collector says, as his grin turns intoa frown.

Luz holds out her deck of photos, and The Collector takes a photo of the Knee. “I'm really glad you picked this place, Collector. It's really special to me. It's where Eda helped me make a connection with the Isles.” Luz explained, to the Collector.

Luz draws and Ice glyph. She activates it, and it takes form into a small block of ice that raises from the glyph.“A baby could do that. Still, I've never seen an itty-bitty spider do it that way. Not everyone can recognize Titan magic.” The Collector said.

“He must really like you if he showed you this much. He never told me about it, though.” They said, as they put their left pointer finger above the snow and creates a snow sculpture of a Titan.

“Did you force him to be your friend, too? Like, uh, what are their names— Lilith and Amity?” The Collector asked, and [Y/n] shook her head, “She didn't force anyone to do anything.” King said, and [Y/n] walked over and placed her hand on her younger sibling, shoulder.

“Yeah, people are complex.” [Y/n] says, looking down at then, “And sometimes they just need a little kindness and forgiveness.” Luz says, looking at the Collector. The Collector looks down at the ice Luz made and then looks back at Luz, Eda, King, and [Y/n].“Kindness and forgiveness, huh?” The Collector says, looking in the distance.

[Y/n], Luz, and Eda smile at The Collector. Suddenly, there is heavy breathing in the distance that draws all their attention. [Y/n] stomach drops, and her and The Collector begin walking toward the edge of the Knee, “Do you hear that?” The Collector asks, and Luz looks in the direction they were.

“Hear what?” Luz asks, the breathing continues louder. Trees shake, birds flee, water begins to recede, and rubble falls from landforms. [Y/n]’s eyes widened, “Breathing.” She shudders, and Bel’s glowing eyes shine and continues to glow.

“Those eyes—don't tell me it's—” The Collector says in shock, “Belos.” Luz says.

In the alleway of Bonesborough, a rat runs through a large crack. Tinella Nosa appears to be throne out of that crack. Seeing the dangerous branches spreading throughout the alley, she screams and runs away as they follow her. On a railway in one of the Knee’s tunnels, three Coven Scouts are sitting around a fire. They are interrupted by the branches of mold that sends them fleeing.

As Luz, Eda, [Y/n], King, Stringbean, and The Collector fly above, they see the branches violently spreading throughout the Boiling ISles. “t's coming from the castle.” Luz says, and flies downward. Belos has now taken on a massive, monstrous form. His eyes continue to glow blue, and he now has wings.

Belos growls, “Finally! I can cleanse this perdition... MYSELF!” He growls, three times, he unleashed blue fire upon the land. Luz, Eda, King, Stringbean, [Y/n], and The Collector arrive at the scene.

“Is that Belos?” Eda says, in shock, “How'd he get here without a body?” King says on shock, and The Collector steps on Raine’s earring. He picks it up, visibly worried.

“What do we do? There's no way we can stop that!” King says, and The Collector looks up, “Yes, there is.” They say, and begins glowing, “And I know how.” They say, the Collector flies through the air, cutting away at the moss. He stops short of Belos’ face.

“No, what is he doing?” Luz says, and [Y/n]’s eyes widened in horror, “I get it now. You just need kindness and forgiveness, huh?” The Collector says, and hugs Belos’ skull. As Luz, Eda, King, and [Y/n] have exasperated expressions on their faces, Belos blinks in confusion.

“Luz, Y/n, look! We can all be buddies now!” They say, and Belos prepares to fire at The Collector, Eda, King, Luz, and [Y/n] watch in horror. “Collector!” [Y/n] shout, Luz watches as [Y/n] flies towards him.

“No!” King shouted, watching as she flew off. As Belos fires, the beam heavily collides with a purple flash of light. [Y/n] has flown in to save The Collector. “Huh? But I thought I was doing the right thing.” The Collector says, confused, looking up at the two.

[Y/n] looks down at her little sibling and places her hand on their cheek, “No, no, you did good, Collector.” She said, smiling softly at him.

“But this is a little more complicated. Don't worry, I think it—missed—me.” She says this, and realizes that the branches have already hit her fingers and they slowly take over her body. Her body slowly becomes tiny stars.

[Y/n] groans, as the moss slowly reaches her shoulder and hits her back.The single wolf ear on [Y/n]’s ear fell off her head, and floated to the ground. Her body slowly becomes a particle of stars. “Y/n? What's happening?” The Collector asks, worriedly looking up at them in shock.

[Y/n] smiles weakly as she stares at her little sibling, “Hey, looks like I’m not going to be able to watch over you anymore.” She whispered, placing her hand on their cheek once more, they looked at her in shock.

She slowly lifted up her head, and looked towards Luz, Eda, and King. Luz stood there in shock, “Luz? I’m so happy to have had you as a friend as well everyone else. Hunter, tell him I’m sorry.” She said, smiling weakly, and Luz gasped tears welling up in her eyes.

“Big sis?” They whispered, he watched as her body slowly became star particles, “I should’ve played with you more, I’m sorry I wasn’t a better sister.” She said, almost fading away completely.

“I love you,” She said, planting a kiss on The Collector’s forehead before her entire body was covered by the moss. [Y/n] splits into several stars. The Collector holds on to her hand and he catches one of the stars, holding it tightly. Luz’s eye’a widened in horror.

“Where'd she go?” The Collector asked. Eda and King are too stunned to speak. and Tiny stars flowed through the damaged areas. They travel by Hexside, where students are terrified of the moss. They finally reach the Archive House, where Gus, Willow, Hunter, and Amity observe, confused. “What is this?” Amity says, a tiny star landed on Hunter’s lap, and something in him he just knew somehow.

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#hunter x collector!reader #collector!reader #hunter toh x reader #hunter toh x you #hunter toh x y/n #angst #the owl house #toh #hunter x reader #hunter x you #hunter x y/n #the owl house fanfic #the owl house x reader #x reader

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exmotranny · 7 months

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i was a godfearing christian daughter

wearing a green tulle dress

and now im an ugly athiest son

and my ripped jeans look like a mess

i was a girl bowing to god

i was holding my scriptures on saturday night

now im a kid with nowhere to go

sitting with my friends, laughing in the moonlight

i was stupid, not happy

ignorance not really bliss

but now i'm a fag still in the church i hate

i don't think anyone's winning in this

i sigh and bow my head

oh, great god on high

but i don't hear his voice

just white noise

it echoes 'till im deaf

and i don't see no angels

just bright lights

and they flash 'till i'm blind

and i wish i could go back

i wish i could rewind

but i can't

so i get drunk off of lies and stupid little things

like a new name, and what if that person could love me

and what if my parents found a new routine

and what if i escaped into a religion that i could see

the god of, and what if he was really true

and what if my faith wasn't good enough, what would i do

if god came alive and i didn't pass the test

spend eternity alone, since i couldn't be the best

but for now i'll be a queer and look up at the stars

and in the corner of my eye i see the hurt, i see the scars

i see the pain and the hope and the ones who didn't care

and i see you, too, i see you right there

and god forbid, i decide to leave this fucked up scene

where everyone is hurt, where no one knows anything

please don't stop me, don't tell anyone a thing

need to make a clean break, no loose ends or left strings

and hey babe, its not like i'm contemplating suicide

but every night when i go to bed and i close my eyes

i want to sleep, i want to go, and i want to never wake again

a fate i wouldn't want for you, my dear pretty friend

but im ugly and dumb and stupid and mean

and so many times i've fucked up i don't deserve anything

i don't deserve happy endings and i don't deserve escape

i'm in a shitty cult, i have to be, i should have to stay

i should die and bleed and sink into the cold wet ground

i should cry, get lost and never get found

i should go away and never fall asleep

and i wont think of you, not a single thing

cause i have to let go, i'm not allowed to care

even when your scent is left in my hair

even when every time i think of you i cry

and i realize how much i don't want to die

i was a godfearing loveless angry quiet

christian daughter wearing a tulle dress

and now im a soft spoken sad boy in love

and i wish i wouldn't think of you at all

and i wish i wasn't such a goddamn mess

and i wish you'd stop looking at me

and i wish i could die

and i wish you'd hold my hand

and i wish i didn't cry

im a godfearing faggot who wants to be deceased

im an ugly ass sad boy full of poetry

im full of words and bugs and both are spilling out

and it'll be blood next, what a pleasure to takeout

all my guts and organs and blood and my brains

and on the outside pretend that i'm totally okay

i get drunk off of lies

i get drunk off of names

i get drunk off of you and our stupid little games

and i get drunk off of music and i get drunk off of art

and when i don't have poems to write i just fall apart

and poems are neat, stay in the cage

but this one i write sprawled over the page

cause big emotions don't fit

in itty bitty words

cause it's hard to get them out

it's hard to explain hurt

and i go in circles and write until it strips me

of everything i have, my agency

and you witness, you see all of me

but to conclude, you have to see

i love you

and i hate me

and i was a godfearing, angry, good old christian daughter

and now i'm just a son, and all i do is think

and i think that god's a stupid fucking creep

and he doesn't have a plan for me

and i think that i love you

and i think that i can't sleep

#vent #mine #poetry #exmo #exmormon #pimo #spilled ink #words #ex christian #long ass vent poem cause im goin thru it #srry about any mistakes cause i didnt rlly edit. but tbh i never do and that's why there are misspellings in all my poems LMFAO

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yanderecrazysie · 9 months

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Crucify (Yandere Todoroki Shoto)

Requested on Quotev!

Title: Crucify

Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, quirkless AU, bullying (not towards reader), OOC Shoto, mentions of abuse, delinquent reader

Summary: All Shoto wants is someone to come to his rescue.

“Every finger in the room is pointing at me

I wanna spit in their faces, then I get afraid of what that could bring

I got a bowling ball in my stomach

I got a desert in my mouth

Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets

Looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets”

-from “Crucify” by Tori Amos

Todoroki Shoto had once been known as the quiet, stoic, and somewhat rude, handsome outcast throughout the school. He was an odd boy without any friends, but everyone left him alone. It was a peaceful life.

Everything changed when his dad was arrested. He went from outcast to the number one target for bullies. He wasn’t entirely sure why, but he was sure that he hated this change.

Wasn’t it enough to have to survive everything his father put him through? Couldn’t he get a break, some sympathy, from his classmates?

Apparently not.

Most of the bullying occurred behind closed doors, when no one but his tormentors were around. He preferred it that way- no one around to watch him suffer. He was sure that’d be worse than the bullying itself.

He went home with his stomach a constellation of bruises, wishing he could tell his mother but not wanting to burden her with the knowledge when she was already dealing with so much. With no one to go to, he suffered in silence, only letting the tears escape when he was completely alone.

But at least no one else knew of his plight. That would just make him more pathetic than he already was.

“Hey Shoto- how’s your dear old dad doing? Hope he hasn’t dropped the soap yet, am I right?”

Shoto stiffened as one of his worst bullies sidled up behind him, flanked by two other equally-intimidating boys. His heart dropped.

Not in front of everyone, please, anywhere else…

The bully’s voice was loud enough that people’s heads were turning to face the drama. Shoto could feel his cheeks burning as panic began to seize hold of him. He silently begged the bullies to do this later, when they were alone, but it wasn’t meant to be.

“Did your daddy do this to you?”

Shoto was suddenly shoved roughly to the ground, landing hard on his back and cracking his head against the sticky cafeteria tile. His vision spun as his bullies towered above him, beginning to laugh at his pathetic state.

To his horror, they weren’t the only ones laughing. In fact, the mocking noise was spreading across the room like wildfire, burning Shoto to his core and making bile rise in his throat. This was the worst case scenario.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t-

“Awww, is itty bitty Shoto about to cry? How saaaaaad.”

Tears filled his eyes and he desperately willed them back as he tried to stand. One of the bullies firmly placed his sneaker on Shoto’s chest, forcing him back onto the ground. One tear slipped out and, as if a switch had been flipped, more followed quickly after.

It happened in an instant. One moment, his bully loomed over him, the next, his blond hair stuck to his face, wet and stained with chocolate. The bullies scurried out of the way to face their next target.

You stood there, looking both pissed and bored at the same time, holding an empty chocolate milk carton in one hand, the other placed on your hip.

“What’s wrong with you all? Bullying someone because their dad abused them? How is that his fault? How pathetic are you?”

Shoto watched in awe as you barked out your questions, the bullies flinching with each word and backing away from you. Your facemask had been pulled down so you could tear into them even more.

“Get lost, losers. Pick on someone your own size or, better yet, go look in the mirror at your pathetic, ugly faces and punch yourself in the balls before I do.”

The boys hurried away, giving you one last timid look as you crushed the carton in your hand and tossed into the nearby trash can.

Shoto recognized you as one of the school delinquents. One that nobody messed with.

And you had defended him?

“Thank you,” he managed to get out, eyes shining no longer with tears, but with admiration.

“Yeah, whatever.” You shrugged and turned around, walking away without a care in the world.

Shoto wanted to be like you- he wanted to scare away his bullies with just one glare. He wanted to be untouchable.

No, there was something deeper to his wishfulness. It wasn’t just that he wanted to be like you, more like he wanted to be with you. You could protect him and he could… well, he didn’t know what he could do in return, but he’d do just about anything to make it up to you.

From that moment on, Shoto couldn’t get you out of his mind. Your harsh words, the way you looked at him softly after tearing apart his bullies, the way you protected him.

He wasn’t the type to talk much, but he had so many things he wanted to say to you. He wanted to thank you again and again, yes, but he also wanted to express just how much he admired you, on the brink of obsession.

He began to watch you walk around the school. Follow you even.

He loved the way you didn’t seem to care about anyone you passed by. He craved that indifference but he also wanted you to notice him. Talk to him. Love him.

Maybe he’d have to work harder to get your attention.

#yandere #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #one shot #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere shoto #todoroki shoto

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smallestapplin · 2 years

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i see your various angsts and i raise you; emmet's crush or s/o helping him hatch some eggs from his latest joltik run and reader just bursts into tears while holding a freshly hatched one. not bad or sad tears or anything, but like "oh god why are you so small???? how are you so small i lvoe youuuu" and itty bitty small baby just jumpstarting their parental instincts or whatever. like you know those videos of kids holding their baby siblings and crying happy tears or something similar??? like that, kinda. this isnt a request or anything, by the way!! ive cried over things being Very So Much Incredibly Small like that one baby jellyfish video going around that... made me cry a normal amount. nd thought it'd be funny enough to share in a light-hearted kinda way hgjsdkgmsd

I don’t cry that often, but I have cried cause I’ve felt overwhelming love for characters, my dog playing with a chewing bone like a cat then looking to me for praise, because a frog was very small and very cute, I’ve cried cause of rubber ducky roly polies.

This has been confessions with Jes.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Emmet was thrilled when you said you’d help him with his latest joltik clutch. His galvantula had more this time around and he was worried about something happening to it.

- And you being the good friend you are, offered to babysit while he was at work.

- Emmet almost confessed his love for you the first day he came home to you, in the spare room he had set up just for this.

- You checked the temperature and humidity of the incubators and started reading children’s bedtime when he came home.

- Seeing you sitting there on the ground, surrounded by eggs, reading to them like human children made Emmet want to just drop then and there that he’s in love with you.

- Be he held off. “Thank you for helping me with this, I wasn’t expecting so many eggs this round!”

- “It’s okay! If I’m honest I’m just as excited and nervous as you. I hardly left this room and kept checking the temperature and if they were okay.” You laugh softly.

- Not seeing the love struck look he gives you.

- This continues for three weeks. He’d come home to you checking everything and babying them group of seven eggs one way or another.

- And even more so when they finally hatched. You both cooed over at how cute they were, but one egg had yet to hatch.

- And your face dropped when Emmet said with this you’d wait twenty four hours, seeing as it hasn’t even piped yet.

- But you took matters into your own hands.

- And once more Emmet fought back confessing his love to you when you walked in with a make shift baby sling.

- Placing the unhatched egg in it and walking around his house with it.

- “Movement helps stimulate the baby inside, letting it know it’s siblings are out and it’s time. So maybe this can work!”

- Your determination was adorable.

- And once again he was struck with just how much he loves you. Watching you walking around or lightly bouncing in place or gently tapping your fingers along the eggs shell.

- It was getting late, not terribly so, it was only 8 o’clock. But with the sun gone and you obviously getting a little more tired, Emmet was ready to place the egg back.

- But you squealed and pulled the egg out the sling, and placed on the coffee table in front of you two.

- He saw a crack and instantly joined you in excitement.

- Both of you softly cheering for the little spider inside.

- It’s sibling gathering around and jumping in tandem with your cheers.

- And when it finally hatched you were both in awe and just how little they are.

- “Ah the runt of the family, aren’t they so cute?….y/n?”

- Emmet looked to you when you didn’t answer. Almost panicking when he saw you crying.

- You reach forward slowly and let the smallest joltik hop into your hands.

- The subway boss watches you move the tiny joltik closer to your face before you almost start sobbing.

- “So cute…Em look them! So small, so precious, I-my heart- I love them so much.” You babble out, cooing over the smallest one. Who was eating up all your affection.

- Emmet just looks at you, realizing you’re only crying because you think the baby is so cute.

- You’re perfect.

- “I love you.”

- You snap your head towards him, his silver eyes locking with your shocked watery ones.

- Maybe he could’ve time it better.

- You start crying even more, you were already so overwhelmed with how cute the joltik was now this?

- Of course you love him too but come on!

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon fluff #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #long post

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lingerxng · 3 days

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"you're not gonna jump, are you? i don't think i'm qualified to give ledge talks."

bittie looked up over her shoulder. "nah, i'm not gonna jump," she said, turning back to face the city.

she heard more than saw as pierce moved to sit next to her, legs dangling over the edge if the helipad. they were quiet before he spoke again. "was wondering when this was gonna hit you," he said plainly.

she shrugged. "we had shit to do," she replied.

"didn't help that shaundi was fuckin' hysterical."

"that's sexist."

"man, you know what i mean." he shook his head. "she didn't take it well. i can't believe you held it together."

she turned to look at him, frowning. "what, did you expect me to just fall apart?"

"no. but i expected you to do something. he was your best friend."

bittie looked at him a moment longer, then turned to face steelport again. "we had shit to do," she said again, as if that explained it all. "loren needed to be dead."

"yeah, and after?"

"you saw what pryor did. i couldn't let him get away with that shit."

"boss." pierce waited until bittie turned to look at him. "everyone has to grieve."

she rolled her eyes. "i dunno if you noticed, but that's not really what we do around here."

"you think i didn't pour one out for johnny?" he tched softly. "shit, boss. you knew him for how long? and you think you can just ignore it? that's how you end up like shaundi."

bittie frowned. "finally getting off her ass to do her fucking job?"

"angry at the world." he turned out again, hands folded together loosely between his legs. "we're bangers, boss. we lose people. it comes with the territory."

she was quiet for a beat. "i wasn't supposed to lose him," she said finally, voice softer than before.

"i know. we all thought he was invincible."

"because he was." she shook her head. "i've seen him shot, stabbed, gutted, beaten. he could take anything."

"i know."

"he wasn't supposed to die."

"i know, boss."

bittie didn't want to cry. she'd worked so, so fucking hard to get where she was, and she didn't get there by breaking down. she swallowed hard, forcing her way last the rock in her throat. "he was my only friend, pierce."

"well, then what the fuck am i?"

she looked at him, brow furrowed. "huh?"

"boss, you're my best friend." he looked halfway between confused and... almost insulted. "shaundi, too."

well. at least he'd confused her beyond her sadness. "but... we don't..."

"what, just because we don't get our nails done and have fuckin' sleepovers, we aren't friends?"

"i di--"

"shit, this is why i'm not friends with women, they don't--"

"pierce!" he stopped, looking up at her. she took a breath, then let it out, somewhat shaky. "...thank you."

"for what?"

"i dunno." she shrugged one shoulder. "checking on me. being here."

"...yeah, sure thing, boss." a beat. "you gonna start crying now?"

she sniffed. "yeah, probably. you gonna leave?"

"nah. i can deal."

"cool." she leaned until their shoulders touched, took a breath, and stopped holding it in.

#saints row #pierce washington #boss bittie #ive been thinking a lot about the differences between the og series and the reboot #and namely about the relationships between characters #bc the reboot is *so focused* on how you're all friends (which i love)#and the og series... it doesn't feel like any of the saints are your friends #but i think that mainly the difference is like #what cishet mens relationships with other cishet men are like #particularly for gen x and older milennial men (the target demographic for the OG series)#theres this bit in bobs bugers where linda asks who bobs best friend is and he names a guy he hasnt talked to in fifteen years #and like idk. i want the saints to be your friends. and i think they are.#its just a VERY different dynamic than i'm used to #so im having feelings about it #bittie is lonelier than she lets on #i didnt mean to put an essay in the tags lol

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eclipsedcrystalstar · 1 year

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Fluffy Dads Au with 7 year old Lunar and 2 year old Eclipse; Borrowers Edition(Little!Lunar is 1.25 inches tall and Tiny!Eclipse is .5 inches tall):

Sun:(looking at the sticky paper trap he left out for what he thought was a mouse) Moon! Look over here! Solar! Come here, quick!

Solar:(comes in)What?

Moon:(next to Sun and point at the trap)Look.

Itty Bitty!Lunar:(holding his baby brother to his chest and holding his sewing needle sword while stuck to the sticky paper trap)

Teeny Tiny!Eclipse:(holding onto his big brother and crying)

Sun: What are they?

Moon: No idea.(reaches out to poke Itty Bitty!Lunar but instead gets stabbed by the sewing needle sword)Ow!

Itty Bitty!Lunar: Stay back!

Solar: Easy. We won't hurt you.

Itty Bitty!Lunar: Liar! Humans are not to be trust-Whoa!(falls backwards and gets more stuck)

Sun: Are you alright?!

Moon: We have got to get you off of that thing!

Itty Bitty!Lunar: But-

Moon: Do you want the smaller one to get stuck too?

Itty Bitty!Lunar: No.

Solar: Then please, let us help.

Moon:(leaves room)

Itty Bitty!Lunar: Ok.(slowly hand Teeny Tiny!Eclipse to Sun)Please be very careful! He is very small and you are very big. His name is Eclipse and I'm Lunar.

Sun: My name is Sun and this is my big brother Solar. And I will be very careful.

Moon:(comes back)My name is Moon. Now I got a container and some cooking oil. Lets get you free.

~1 hour later~

Teeny Tiny!Eclipse:(sitting on the table in front of Sun, eating a cookie crumb that Sun gave him)

Sun: So small and cute!

Solar:(walks in and puts down a now clean and free Lunar)

Teeny Tiny!Eclipse:(hands Lunar a crumb)

Itty Bitty!Lunar:(eats)I guess not all you big guys are bad. Thank you for helping us.

Moon: You are welcome. Sorry about the trap.

Itty Bitty!Lunar: You are forgiven.

-Cat

very tiny Lunar has a mighty sword to protect himself and his brother! And they get cookies and 3 big werewolf friends now

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jbreenr · 2 years

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𝕯𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖉

Pairing: Bucky Barnes × Reader

Summary: Maybe, for once, alcohol had all the answers you needed.

Trope: Drunk confessions.

Word count: 3.2k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), brief choking, alcohol consumption, an itty-bitty bit of angst, porn with feelings (?), slight dirty talk. And I think that's it.

A/N: Sooo, as you may have figured by now, I can only write if it's for a challenge, and today is not different. This is for @tom-whore-dleston 's 500 followers / AU and trope bingo challenge. Congratulations on your milestone, honey! 🎉 I hope you like this at least a little bit. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Let me know your guys' thoughts (I love that shit).

ᴺᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᵍⁱᶠ ¯ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵒʳ

Fast healing was great, colds disappeared in a matter of seconds, headaches were gone before they even started and you had never experienced a hangover. That part was great. But unfortunately, it was very difficult for you to get drunk. It took an exaggerated amount of alcohol for you to feel even tipsy.

Which was the reason two empty bottles of tequila were already empty and forgotten next to the one that was on its way to become a third one.

“It's so good to finally have a girls night.” Said Wanda as she took a chip from the plate and threw it in your direction to get your attention from your match with Natasha.

Who agreed, hugging you from behind, careful not to pinch you with the two darts she was still holding. “We only need some single men to make tonight better.” Still hugging you, she reached out for her beer to bump it into Wanda's.

“I don't think Vis would like that, or Steve.” Wanda pointed at the redhead accusatory.

“Not for us.” Her hands were quick to go up and down your sides, as if you were a product she was trying to sell. “For this pretty lady here.”

They had insisted fervently on you joining them in their night out, and after declining the offer several times, you accepted under one condition.

“'No men.'” You reminded them. “That was the deal.”

Natasha went to sit on the other side of the table, in front of you. “It was because, otherwise, you would have stayed at the tower alone and depressed over an idiot who's not worth it.”

“Yeah!” It was Wanda's turn to give her opinion. “Fuck him! You're young, you're sexy. You can have whoever you want just like this.” She snapped her fingers. “And you can have them now, if you want to.” She nodded her head, telling you to turn discreetly to see something behind you.

Playing the fixing my hair move, you looked behind, immediately locking eyes with a handsome man. His curly hair covered his forehead and made it difficult to know the color of his eyes, his lips curved into a smirk as he crossed his thick arms over his chest. When he winked and licked his lips, you understood why Wanda chose him among the many people at the bar. He was effortlessly hot.

“I don't know, guys.” You turned your attention back to your friends, taking a dart from Nat's hand and walking in front of the dartboard pinned to the wall. “I don't think that a one night stand is what I need right now.”

You threw the dart, almost hitting the bullseye. Nat joined right after, hitting the center of the board with the minimum effort, right beside the dart she had thrown minutes prior.

“And what exactly do you need?” Wanda asked. “A rom-com marathon, eating ice cream while crying and feeling bad for yourself? Believe me, getting laid will help you get over whoever you haven't gotten over yet.”

And to that logic, you started to consider it. Maybe if you landed eyes on someone else you could start forgetting about…

“Or you could go to this mystery man's place and talk straight to him.” Nat laughed at her suggestion, thinking of it as the most ridiculous thing she'd ever said as she took the darts off the board. “I mean, you never know, right?” But when Natasha turned, darts in hand and ready to give you your corresponding batch for the next round, neither you nor the bottle were there any longer. “ Where's Y/N?”

And Wanda didn't have an answer to that.

“I knew I'd find you here.” You said as the door closed behind the overly confused man.

“Maybe because this is my room.” His sarcasm didn't come out with annoyance, curiosity all over the sentence.

You looked around as if you had just realized where you were, sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed with a half empty bottle of tequila in between them.

“Yeah, you're right.” You pointed at him, a knowing smile making its way in your lips. “But I thought you wouldn't come to your room alone, if you know what I mean.”

Bucky couldn't help but notice you were dragging the words. The particular spark in your heavy eyes, telling him about your current state.

“I see you've been drinking.” He stood in front of you. His posture, broad shoulders, crossed arms and look of disapproval, making him look bigger, imposing, dangerous even, which you knew he was, but not to you, he would never hurt you… not physically, at least.

“Yes, and I feel amazzzing!” A big gulp to the bottle followed your statement. “I don't know why I don't do this more often.”

“Drinking?”

“Mhm,” The sound left your throat as you took another sip. “It's like I can do anything. Like all that embrerreastent went on vacation and I can finally tell you the truth I've been hiding for th--.”

As you spoke, Bucky sat beside you in the bed, whole body turned in your direction, full attention on you. “What truth?” He imagined a hundred possible answers. You, hiding the pillow of the couch he'd always sit on because you spilled some coffee on it and now it's stained; You, being the one who leaves the empty bottles of milk on the fridge because you're too lazy to take another one out; You, leaving the country because a millionaire proposed to you and you're ready to live your best life with him…

Seconds of silence passed by and the atmosphere in the room changed with them. While you found the perfect words, Bucky watched you expectant, preparing himself for the worst.

“The truth of my feelings.” You would have seen Bucky's exalted expression, having not been looking at your fingers. The theory of the millionaire crossing his mind again. “My feelings for you.”

To say that Bucky was lost was an understatement. “Your feelings for me?”

You drank again. A drop of tequila descended from the corner of your mouth and Bucky was surprised your face did not contract at the taste of the liquor.

“I'm so freaking in love with you.” Laughing and brushing your hair out of your face, you directed the bottle back to your lips only to find it empty.

A single tear rolled down your face, but you were not sure if it was caused by your laughter or out of fear he'd hate you for the rest of his life. “How stupid is that? Falling in love with the only man who'll never look at me twice.”

After a quiet minute, Bucky asked, “What makes you say that?”

“It's too obvious! You could have any girl you want, anytime you want her,” You snapped your fingers, copying Wanda. “And if you wanted me, you would have made a move ages ago.”

He remained silent for what seemed like an eternity, and as your eyes started to focus on his expression and you felt the effects of the alcohol dissipating, you knew you were already sobering up which, in this case, was worse than an actual hangover.

“Where is this coming from?”

Realization hit you stronger than one of Natasha's kicks in the training room. Now, in your five senses and aware of what you just did, you let go of the bottle, letting it fall to the carpet.

Standing up, you tried to excuse yourself, ready to go hide in your room to start deciding on a convincing excuse to never see him again.

As fast as you left the bed, Bucky's arm reached out for you, gripping on your wrist, stopping you from running away.

Knowing that it'd be impossible for you to escape, you sat down again, avoiding meeting his eyes. “You didn't answer my question.” His fingers were still on your wrist, metal slowly warming against your hot skin.

You exhaled in resignation. There was no going back now. “Remember a couple months ago when Nat set me on a blind date with that agent and I didn't sleep here?”

There was a change in the way his eyes looked at you, but you couldn't quite point out what it was. “Yeah, I remember.”

“We didn't get along that well and I… I made it to the tower that night and, you know, we have pretty thin walls.”

Understanding what you were implying, Bucky wanted nothing more than to slap himself in the face and drag Sam with him for giving him the idea.

He overheard the girls talking about how handsome the guy they set you up with was and how they knew for sure you'd stay the night at his place and he lost it. He let Sam convince him that the quickest way to forget you was with someone else, and God if he listened to him.

“And then, there were more girls, more often,” You continued. “And I just couldn't take it anymore. I was ready to sleep with some stranger to get you out of my mind for, at least, a night but I ended up here instead because I couldn't bring myself to do it and…” Your babbling was cut off, leaving your half structured idea dusting away along with any other thing you could possibly think of by Bucky's lips moving sweetly on yours.

You tasted like tequila and strawberry, a strange combination, but one Bucky seemed to enjoy as his lips danced delicately, unhurriedly waiting for you to follow.

And when you did. God! He could get used to that. If kissing you was already heaven, having you kissing him back, well, it was even better than Bucky imagined it could be.

His flesh hand cradled your face, wiping away the trace of tears adorning your cheek as his left hand caressed your arm up and down. The moment felt endless, minutes stretching into hours and hours turning into years, but you knew it was just a matter of seconds.

When you finally put an end to the kiss, eyes closed and forehead pressed against Bucky's, you didn't know what to expect next. Would he regret kissing you? Would he pretend it didn't happen?

You didn't have time to keep digging in your imagination for Bucky was the one to break the silence. “I didn't need to look at you twice.” And even though you were sober again, you didn't quite understand what that meant. You separated from him, wanting to look him in the eye, but your attention kept being dragged to his lips. “I've been crazy about you for the longest time. I just never thought you'd be interest--.”

It was your time to interrupt him, lips crashing into his in a hungry kiss he was quick to follow. It was desperate, passionate and full of emotions. It was like you wanted to transmite every ounce of love you felt for him in that single kiss, even though you knew it was immeasurable.

With a fast movement, you were straddling him, fingers playing with his hair and hips grinding against his hardening member. His hands explored your every centimeter, almost as to make sure you were actually there.

Your hands descended, looking for the hem of Bucky's shirt, which you pulled out of the way to run your palms along his exposed back.

How did you end up here? When you sneaked in his room in the first place, you were mentally prepared to make a fool of yourself, believing you wouldn't remember a thing the next morning. You never imagined your visit would have this outcome.

When your nails started making a red trace and Bucky's hips jolted was when his eyes snapped open. “Wait. We can't.” He said in between kisses, separating from you against his deepest wishes. “You're drunk. I--.”

“Not anymore.” Your breathing was heavy, cheeks flushed and lips red.

He seemed reluctant, trying to decipher if what you were saying was true or just a trick motivated by the alcohol. “You, super soldiers, are not the only ones with this ability.”

He thought about your powers and the perks that must come with them and it made sense to him, not only because it was what he desired most in the world at that moment but because you seemed well aware of your surroundings and current situation to be as drunk as you were minutes ago.

“Are you sure?”

Lowering the straps of your dress, you let it pool around your waist, revealing your already hard nipples.

Your actions had the desired reaction, Bucky's eyes didn't tear from your breasts, not until you took his jaw and made him look at you again. “There's nothing I want more.”

And that was enough for him to roll on the bed, pinning your body under his and resume the breathtaking kiss that had your head spinning faster than any liquor could.

Your hands desperately tried to yank his jeans down, but you found it'd be more difficult than you thought. Knowing your struggle, Bucky decided to take matters in his own hands and get rid of his unwanted clothing as well as your dress, tossing them to the other side of the room.

He took a second to drink in the sight of you, half naked in his bed, eyes begging for him to join you and do things you only got to experience in your dreams.

Parting your legs, he made his way up your calf with his lips brushing your flesh. When he reached your panties, all he did was to leave a tender kiss on your mud over the thin fabric, making you gasp. Before continuing to your belly and between your breasts, he discarded the insulting cover away, leaving you all at his mercy.

But he did nothing more than to travel up your body until he was facing you again.

As Bucky kept his full weight from crushing you with one hand, he brushed a lock of hair off your face with the other. “God, you're beautiful.”

He didn't give you time to answer or reciprocate the compliment. His fingers were already playing with your clit, leaving you with your lips parted and soft sounds of satisfaction falling from them.

You wanted him to take you and use you in every way he pleased, so your hand flew to his wrist, and even though he was obviously stronger than you, he didn't put any sort of resistance when you directed his fingers to your mouth so you could taste yourself. When you brushed his fingertips with your tongue, he lost it.

Bucky's fingers left your lips with a soft pop.

He aligned with your inviting pussy and started rubbing his length already leaking with precum along your lips, coating it with your arousal before finally plugging into you with a slow thrust.

Your head flew back, exposing your neck to Bucky, like asking him to cover it with his palm, and Bucky couldn't help but to do so.

The feeling of his flesh hand taking possession of your throat as his hips started moving had your breath hitching. It was too much and too little at the same time.

You relished in the fact that it was not just another dream, that you were actually stretching around him and he was enjoying it just as much as you did, but still, you needed more. You needed him to move faster, to break you into a million pieces only to glue you back together.

“C'mon, Buck,” Your voice brought him back from his own thoughts. “Show me how crazy you are about me.”

And that was it. His grip on your throat tightened the slightest as his movements gained force. He accelerated the pace quickly, making you a whimpering mess in seconds, profanities falling from your lips easily.

Your hands closed around his wrist as your legs hugged his hips, urging him to keep moving, to keep pounding into you as if it was the last thing he'd ever do.

And if that was the case, Bucky would gladly comply. If he were to die he would be happy to know that it was between your legs, bringing you to ecstasy and loving you the way he only knew.

His train of thought was interrupted when he felt you clenching down on him, making him grunt.

“Fuck.” He said as he directed his gaze to where your bodies connected, watching his cock disappearing inside of you. “You're taking me so well.” Sweetly caressing your thigh, he lifted it up, giving him better access that granted him go even deeper. “So fucking well.” His ragged words and the new angle only added to your arousal, making your moans be louder and louder until Bucky muffled them with his lips, and that's when you heard it. The squelch sound that your bodies created with each thrust.

Your back arched, sensitive nipples brushing against Bucky's chest. He let go of your throat as soon as your hands left his wrist, meaning to explore as much of his body as you could reach. His hand descended to play with one of your hardened buttons, pinching and twisting it to give it the attention it craved before continuing its way to your bundle of nerves, which he roughly pressed as he drew fast circles, getting you closer to your imminent release.

“Damn, Buck, I…” The way you whined Bucky's name was almost sinful, the difficulty you faced when trying to say something coherent and understandable showed the moment your words were interrupted by Bucky's restless stimulation to your clit. “I'm close!”

But you didn't need to tell him. Just by feeling how your walls squeezed his cock was enough for him to know that you were on the edge of your orgasm.

“Hold it for me, doll.” With little effort, Bucky sat on his knees, dragging you with him until your back was barely touching the bed under you. “I know you can do that, baby. Just a little more.” He inhumanely accelerated his pounding, drilling into you with ferocity.

Your protest got caught in your throat and was replaced by the pleasure bubbling in your stomach. You didn't know how much more you could hold it.

But you had no time to even do the math. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, walls clamping down, trying to milk Bucky's cock dry. Your explosion of bliss only intensified when you felt him release right after, filling you up with his spent as he worked you through it with slow yet deep thrusts that had you panting in renewed need.

You let out a meowl when he pulled out to fall to your side. Both of you, struggling to breathe normally for a couple of minutes.

“That was…” He paused, taking his time to find the right words to describe it. “Better than I ever imagined.” You let him hug you closer to leave a sweet kiss on your temple.

And to the sincerity of his statement, you couldn't help but ask, “You got it bad, uh?”

He looked down at you, a raised brow and the corner of his lips twitching upwards at your playful grin.

“Oh, shut up.”

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safespacespence · 2 years

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some, and now none of you

this was based on a request by the lovely @pretty-boys-book-club [summary] you and spencer haven’t been the same since he came clean that jj confessed her love to him. you’re both drifting from each other and your thoughts are in a constant state of tug of war. can you get back to each other? [pairing] spencer reid + female reader [warnings] mentions of cheating ish, sad relationship stuff, pls let me know if i missed anything [category] angst and an itty bitty tiny bit of fluff (semi-happy ending) [word count] 1.3k [a/n] thank you cat for giving me such good prompts and for being such a good friend <3 as usual, written as a word vomit type of fanfic—when isn’t my work just word vomit, tbh? if i had the brainpower to edit and develop i’d probably make this longer so i apologize heh. anyways if you’re still reading thank you for your support and love!! also, @writer-in-theory i had just read your post, and i love you. thank you.

inspired by the line: i had all and then most of you, some, and now none of you. take me back to the night we met

“she said that she’s always loved me.”

his words echoed in your head and was etched into your brain.

she’s always loved him.

you shifted onto your side, and curled up into fetal position, hugging your knees. spencer shifted where he sat, and you felt the dip of the mattress change. you started biting the inside of your cheek.

“please, say something.” his voice broke. you could feel his eyes watching your back rise and fall erratically as your breathing started shaking.

you turned your body to face him, but you refused to look at his face. you could see his hands scrambling to find something to hang onto—he was rubbing the sides of his pants, feeling the sheets of the bed. anything to keep him busy.

“and what did you say?” your voice was shaky.

“i don’t love her anymore. you know that, right?” he tried to find my eyes. “i love you, and you only.”

you heard small footsteps come in the room. “mama i need help!!” you heard a little voice.

you sat up quickly. “hi baby, mama will be there in a minute, okay? just talking to dad for a bit.”

your daughter looked at you with her wide eyes, and looked at her dad. “dada why is mama crying?”

spencer’s eyes met yours for the first time that evening.

you felt your heart throb. his eyes were the same—they looked the same as the first time you saw them.

he looked back at his little girl. “mama will be right there, okay sweetie?”

“okay dada!” she smiled and walked out the door, probably forgetting what she asked.

spencer looked at you again. he broke just by seeing your face. your face had fallen and your eyes were so, so tired. your eyes were glittering with tears. he thought about how beautiful you looked even when you were sad.

“we have a family, spencer. and you tell me the woman that you’ve been in love with for years finally tells you she loves you. what am i supposed to do with that?”

“i-i don’t know. i just didn’t think it was fair if i kept that from you.”

he tried to move closer towards you. to do anything to hold you, and keep you warm as cold words hung in the air. his hands inched closer to yours, but your shaking hands moved farther from him. you wanted him to hold you too; you wanted nothing more than to forget about all of this, to hug each other until you both fell asleep.

“if you want a divorce, then the ball is in your court. but i love our daughter more than anything, and i will not have her in two different houses unless that’s what you intend. i’m done talking about this.”

you stood up and walked out the bedroom to attend to your daughter, and you could hear the sound of spencer’s abnormal breathing.

you and spencer still slept on the same bed. but your back was always turned towards him. you wouldn’t try to stay up and wait for him to come home from cases anymore. you were slowly detaching, and it didn’t seem like he was trying to get you back.

it felt even worse when your daughter would climb into bed, and you felt the need to put things aside so she could have both of her parents’ arms around her. it was during those nights when you’d finally feel his touch for what felt like the first time. and in the split second where you felt his warmth, forgiveness nearly slipped from your lips.

he had nothing to apologize for, either. that’s what made things more upsetting. there wasn’t any direct solution to what you were both feeling. he knew you needed space right now. but for how long? even you didn’t know.

you missed him more than anything. you missed what you both were before all of this. kisses snuck while your daughter was turned around. his hand around your waist even when he needed both hands to do whatever he needed to do. reading to him before bed. feeling his curls against your shoulder as he pushed his head into the crook of your neck. his small kisses left on your knuckles when he bothered you. the warm, tight hugs when he finally came home from a case. the long, late night talks catching up.

you missed him. more than anything.

after two weeks of this push and pull, he started to come home later. you knew he was stalling coming home, bracing himself for the cold he’d feel around you. you couldn’t help but think about what he was doing.

he was definitely happier with the team.

was he happier with jj?

your thoughts would eat you inside out. you were left at home at night to cuddle your daughter to sleep, and your thoughts trailed to him and jj. she’s always loved him. jj was always kind to you. she loved your daughter like her own. was it because she loved spencer?

no. this isn’t her fault.

but you needed his reassurance. you needed his words.

he rambled so much, and yet there were no words he could give you.

no words would suffice, either.

“hi, i’m home.” his voice was gentle, like footsteps treading lightly.

“hi.” you said. you focused on the glass of wine in your hand and your paperback open in front of you. “she’s asleep. she misses you.”

he put his go bag down and poured himself a glass.

you took a breath. “i’ve done a lot of thinking.” you said.

“oh?” you heard him put his wine glass down and he made his way over to you.

he hovered over the couch, silently asking if he could sit down.

you found his eyes. his face trembled when he realised you were looking at him, and his lips formed a small smile.

he sat down and you felt the tension of his body.

without thinking, your hands snaked into his. you heard an exhale so relieving for him that you couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. a small smile was on your face.

“what’ve you been thinking about?” he asked, his hands playing with your fingers.

“i miss you. but i can’t not think about you with jj.” you focused on how his hand felt on yours. you thought you forgot what it felt like.

“do you know where i go on nights i get home late?” he looked at you. he wasn’t mad, but he was firm.

you shook your head. you didn’t want him knowing your guesses, your unhealthy thoughts.

“reading those idiotic relationship help books. looking at our photos. listening to music we listened to when we started dating. talking to penelope. asking emily for time off. doing anything, finding anything to make us better. make this better.”

you wanted to cry. you wanted to slap him. you wanted to kiss him. you wanted to shake his shoulders. you wanted to scream. you wanted to be in his arms.

you wanted him.

you wanted to do anything as long as he was still within your arms reach.

“i love you.” you blurted out. your body tensed up, unfamiliar from the phrase after so long. you looked everywhere but at him.

his hand gently held your chin and he tilted your head up to meet his eyes. his eyes were glistening with tears, but it was of comfort. neither of you had heard those words in so long.

“i love you, too.” he bit his cheek, holding back his tears. “i will always, always be yours. i’ve missed you. so much.”

you didn’t need to say anything else. he knew.

your tears started flowing and he pulled you into his arms with such power. tension melted away from both of your bodies. finally in each other’s arms.

“i will do anything for this to be better. i’m so, so, sorry.” he whispered into your hair.

there was a lot of work to be done. you knew that.

but you finally had each other again. you could finally be with him like it was you two again for the first time.

like the night you met.

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stufftippywrote · 3 years

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not an astronaut

This is based off a personal experience. Tw for fat-shaming, homophobia, and general assholery from an asshole kid.

The bell rings cheerfully as Bitty steps through the doorway. This was one of his favorite places when he was younger. The eclectic curios, every shape and size and color, packing the shelves were an endless source of fascination for young Eric Bittle, and the owners were friends of the family, so they knew Bitty well and didn't freak out when he picked up a ceramic pepper shaker or glass figurine and held it in his hands like an ancient treasure.

He walks through the store with that same sense of wonder now, 30 years later, and brushes his hand reverently over the shelves. They’re not looking for anything in particular today, but Bitty has told Jack about this place so many times, he simply couldn’t help but visit. Besides, you never know when you might find the perfect accent piece for the new home.

Chicken-shaped serving bowls, a porcelain figurine of a girl dancing, a set of silverware in a dusty wooden case. Bitty is spoiled for choice. As he browses, there’s a movement at the back of the store, and he catches a glimpse of someone hauling boxes through a door. He wonders who runs the place now. The sign still says Thompson’s Antiques, but he knows Mrs. Thompson passed and Mr. Thompson is getting on in years. Could it be that…

A prickle of fear runs through him.

The figure in the back drags the box to a nearby aisle and starts unpacking it, placing items on a low shelf. Bitty’s curiosity overflows. He moseys into that aisle and begins to speak, but the man raises his head before he can get a word out. He has to catch his breath all over again.

The man’s face goes slack. “I know you,” he blurts.

Eric puts his hands on his hips and gives a bright smile. “Davey Thompson. So you’re here after all!”

~~~

“Davey, this is Eric. Eric, this is our little boy Davey.” Mrs. Thompson’s smile is bright as she urges her son forward. “Why don’t you two go play at the playground while Mommy and her friend talk?”

The kid is tough-looking, with ruddy cheeks and a thick build. Eric reaches out his hand to lead Davey along the way. The minute they’re out of earshot, Davey snatches his hand back like he’s just touched a hot stove. Eric turns, surprised.

“You’re fat,” Davey says.

Eric blinks.

“You look dumb,�� Davey adds on. And thus a quote-unquote “friendship” was born.

~~~

Davey stands up. He still has the same tinted cheeks and stocky build that Bitty remembers, but his face is sunken somehow, and he’s built up muscle where baby fat used to linger on his arms and shoulders. He’s got a tattoo on one arm – a Japanese koi fish, mid-splash.

“Nice ink,” Bitty comments.

And Davey Thompson, for possibly the first time in his life, smiles at Bitty. “Thanks.”

“The shop looks nice,” Bitty says, surveying the shelf like it’s his domain. “Hasn’t changed much since I used to come here.”

“You’re – you’re Eric Bittle, right?” Davey says, sounding almost scared of the answer. “From school?”

“From way before school,” Bitty responds. “You’re looking good.”

“Uh. Thanks. Same to you.” Davey looks uncertain, almost sheepish. There’s a moment of awkward silence. Davey tries to break it. “Um. So. What are you –”

He doesn’t seem to have the strength, or the will, to come up with the rest of the sentence. Bitty picks it up. “I’m a pastry chef,” he says. “I have a bakery and I cater, and I’ve put out three cookbooks. Can you imagine that?”

Davey looks kind of stunned. “Wow,” he says slowly. “Good for you. Where’s the bakery?”

“Up in New England. Providence, Rhode Island, to be exact.”

Davey snaps his fingers. “That’s right, you went to college up there. For hockey, wasn’t it?”

~~~

Bitty takes a swing at the ball. He misses, and it goes tumbling behind him into the net.

“Hah, you’re the worst goalie,” Davey says.

Somehow, Bitty finds the courage to say, “Let me play forward.” But his words are swallowed by the passing of a car on the cross street.

“What?”

“You be goalie.” Bitty gives the phrase all the menace he’s got in an eight-year-old body.

Davey laughs, a cruel laugh that sounds like ripping paper in Bitty’s ears. “Why? I can score on you all I want. That’s why we made you goalie.”

Resentment simmers like a low sun in Bitty’s gut. He wants to challenge Davey to play him on actual ice. He knows Davey can’t skate. As bad as he is, Bitty can’t possibly lose to him there. But the words stay stuck inside, plastered to the inside of his stomach, making him feel sick.

“Worst goalie ever,” Kevin chimes in.

“The worst, the wooooorst,” all four of them sing to him.

Bitty crouches low and is glad they can’t see much through the oversized goalie mask. Someday, he thinks, someday I’m gonna get them.

~~~

“Something like that,” Bitty answers easily. “And you’ve been here running the store?”

“Pretty much.” He doesn’t look very proud of that fact.

“I remember you used to say you were going to be an astronaut.”

“Ah, well –” The rose tint on Davey’s cheeks grows a shade deeper. “We were kids. I figure I missed my shot to make something of myself.”

All of Bitty’s nurturing instincts come alive. “Don’t say that. You’re doing well. Doing good, honest work. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Nah, man. It was just the easiest thing to do, once Mom got sick. I had to be here for her, and I … just stayed.”

Bitty gazes at him. This isn’t the attitude he expected from Davey Thompson, not in the slightest. He seems so defeated, as though Bitty’s arrival has reminded him of everything he isn’t. Bitty doesn’t want to be that for him, but he doesn’t think he has a choice in the matter. He quashes the small, self-satisfied demon that’s cackling in the back of his head. He’s not that kid anymore, either.

Just then, the chimes jingle at the front of the store. The babbling voice of a young child brightens the room. “Ah,” Bitty says, “there they are. He had to keep them outside a while before they calmed down. Little kids just work themselves up into a dither sometimes.” He offers an apologetic smile to Davey and retreats down the aisle toward the front of the store.

Suze is quiet, but it’s clear she was crying her eyes out earlier. She hangs on to her Papa with a fierce fist. Robby’s eyes are bugging out at the sight of the store. “What’s that?” he keeps asking, tugging on Jack’s slacks. Jack himself looks a little the worse for wear, but happy. That kind of tired-happy that they see in each other’s faces every night once the kids are in bed.

“Come on, Rob,” Bitty says, holding out his hands. “Want to see Daddy’s favorite store?”

Robby holds out his hands to be picked up. Bitty obliges, despite the warning creak of his back. He turns to take Robby further into the store and sees Davey standing there, staring them down.

He points. “I know you, too.”

“Ah, here we go,” Bitty says with a laugh.

“Were you in school with us? I don’t think that’s right, but—”

Jack holds out his hand for a shake. “Jack Zimmermann,” he says. “And you are?”

“My old friend Davey,” Bitty fills in. He can’t help but put a pointed emphasis on the friend part.

Davey clasps Jack’s hand but doesn’t seem to want to let go. “You’re Jack Zimmermann? The hockey player?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

Davey pumps Jack’s hand about four more times before finally letting go. “It’s – it’s good to meet you.” He looks at Suze, still curled up in Jack’s other arm. “And these are your kids? Or—” He turns to Bitty, face contorted in confusion. “Are they your kids?”

“Both,” Bitty answers cheerily. “Davey, meet my husband.”

Davey Thompson very nearly has a coronary right there.

~~~

“Hah, you’re just small all over, aren’t you?” Davey says with a pointed glance at Bitty’s crotch.

“You can’t help how you’re born,” Bitty retorts, but he pulls up his boxers right quick.

“Yeah, some people are just born stupid,” Davey agrees. Bitty instantly regrets replying at all.

Kyle whispers something in Davey’s ear. They both laugh.

“You’re right,” Davey says. He turns back to Bitty. “He’s right. They do say things about you.”

Bitty’s heart drops to his stomach. “W-what things?”

“You know! That you’re—” Davey flaps his wrist.

He doesn’t seem to have the nerve to say the word, but he doesn’t have to say it. The others in the locker room laugh.

For not the first time, Bitty is tempted to just ask, “So what if I am?” But he can’t. Not to these people. This isn’t how he wants his coming out to happen. So he just turns away and pulls on his sweatpants, ignoring the rills of laughter that echo against the lockers, and feels small. Small all over.

~~~

Davey recovers from his shock and nods his head rapidly. “Oh, I get it. Uh, congratulations. Uh, Bittle, could I talk to you a sec?”

He has that sheepish look again. Bitty watches as he retreats into one of the side aisles. “Gimme a sec,” he tells Jack, setting Robby down, and follows Davey.

When they're isolated, Davey turns to him sorrowfully. “I, uh—” Davey looks at the floor. “I was pretty mean to you in school.”

It isn’t what Bitty expected, not at all. To be honest, demons in the back of his head aside, this sort of thing doesn’t bother him so much anymore. Why should it? He’s married with two kids and a brand new home. He doesn’t spare a lot of time thinking about the distant past. “Um,” he starts, suddenly terribly embarrassed.

“No, let me—” Davey raises a hand. “Just let me. I said a lot of nasty things to you back then. I’m really sorry about it. I think about it a lot, and I’m just – I’m really sorry.”

There is a piece of Bitty that’s happy, even smug, at hearing this apology. But mostly he just pities Davey at this point. What a thing to carry around your whole life. “We were kids,” Bitty says. “Kids say dumb things. It’s all water under the bridge.”

“Still.” Davey says.

“I can’t say it didn’t hurt me,” Bitty goes on. “But I turned out okay, don’t you think?”

Davey laughs grimly “Yeah, look at you … and look at me.” He shrugs.

“You seem to be doing all right,” Bitty says charitably.

“I’m not an astronaut,” Davey says.

Bitty laughs. “Neither am I. We’re all good.” He pats Davey on the shoulder. A moment passes between them, silent, as they both listen to the sound of the past giving way to a new, kinder present.

After the moment passes, Bitty grins “Come on, I’m going to introduce you to my kids. Do you have kids?”

Davey flushes. “Yeah, I got a teenager. A real smartass. I wonder where he learned it.”

“Pictures!” Bitty declares. “Get that phone out, I demand pictures.”

Davey struggles to pull his phone out of his jeans pocket. This time, he flushes with pride. He narrates the story of each photo as they walk back toward the front.

#i hate writing endings: a novel #check please #omgcp #omgcp fic #omgcp ficlet #zimbits #but more really about bitty himself #stuff tippy wrote

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