#…sometimes

[2-sleepy-for-this]

A Father’s Love

I got this prompt a bit ago from @lycaclientt ! I always love some good ol’ found family and angst so here’s a little one shot about it!

also I’ve been pretty busy lately so my next writing pieces (chapters for something to remember and our little brother) may take longer than expected to come out but have this while you wait! :)

tw ~ misunderstanding, grabbing, unintentional fear play, talk of humans, angst (it gets better tho)

word count ~ 1.5k

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

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Fundy knew that he’d never had a normal childhood. He didn’t even have a family until Wilbur had found him when he was five. Of course, that didn’t make his life any more normal. 

Wilbur was a borrower.

Fundy didn’t care about that, though. Wilbur was still his father, even if he could fit in the palm of his hand.

It had all started when the thunderstorm did. Years ago, there was a thunderstorm that scared him so badly that he had left the safety of his box in an alleyway and tried to find some form of shelter from this terrifying storm.

Eventually, he had stumbled into an old abandoned house. It was easy to sneak into when the door was falling off its hinges already. Rain pelted against the cracked windows as Fundy tried finding any place in the house to muffle the sounds blaring in his sensitive ears. He had passed the kitchen and dining room. They were too open, too many windows showcasing the sudden blasts of light outside. 

Fundy ended up stopping in the living room and huddling up on the old dusty couch. It looked rat infested with holes in the fabric and foam, but he couldn’t complain.

He fell asleep after a few minutes but he could’ve never expected what happened next. 

Apparently, once he’d gone to sleep, a large colony of borrowers came from the walls. They didn’t seem to react so kindly when they noticed a human walking around their safe haven.

Later in his life, Fundy would hear about how eager his colony was to get rid of him back then. Luckily, one borrower in the colony thought differently.

Wilbur soot.

His father.

Not biologically, of course, but as soon as Wilbur saw the scruffy, dirty human child, he fell in love and knew he couldn’t let anything happen to him. 

From that day forward, Fundy became part of the colony. Well, at least to Wilbur, he was. Everyone else didn’t like him very much, either completely untrusting or scared of him.

However, once they realized how valuable he was, able to do things more efficiently and faster than any borrower, more of the colony accepted him.

Even as a child, Fundy was able to farm in the backyard easily because of his size.

Even over a decade later, Fundy was able to farm easily because of his size. But he didn’t want to.

Can you blame him? It just got so boring after a few years. 

When Wilbur gave him one of the rooms in the old house and helped him get clean and have food, Fundy started to look like an average kid.

Eventually, he found a school and friends, just like a normal kid. Everything was how he dreamed it would be.

Until he went home.

Home to his colony in an old house where he had to do his chores, gardening and doing whatever else they couldn’t do just because he was human.

It was fine, though. Until Wilbur grounded him for seeing his friends.  

All he wanted to do was go out with his friends so when Wilbur said no for no reason, he snuck out, let any other teenager would! 

Wilbur found out when he’d been seen sneaking into his bedroom window and made the colony think there was an intruder. The leaders were very angry that the colony was put on lockdown for a false human intrusion. But nothing compared to how Wilbur felt.

He was angry, Fundy could tell just by his posture, and the stern look on his face confirmed it.

His dad tried yelling at him, scolding him for risking himself and scaring the colony… it only heated up from there.

“We’ll it’s not like I have to try hard to scare the colony.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Fundy?”

“I mean, look at me! I don’t belong here. "

“Of course you do. You’re my son. "

“I’m only here because I’m useful! Otherwise I would’ve been thrown out years ago!”

“That’s not true… I wanted you to be my son because I love you. It doesn’t matter what your size is…”

Wilbur started to get nervous. In all the years Fundy had been with him, he’d never acted out like this. Wilbur watched as Fundy crossed his arms, subconsciously moving closer to his small father, looming over him. Wilbur…

Wilbur was scared.

Scared of his son.

Scared of what his son could do to him.

“Fundy…I-I think you should go to your room… to calm down. "

Fundy didn’t listen.

“It does matter what my size is, I’m not a borrower, dad! I’m not part of the colony!”

Fundy moved closer, only a few inches from Wilbur, before he bent down and reached for his father, looking so small compared to his hand.

“I’m what the colony is supposed to hide from!”

Wilbur felt the giant fingers wrap around his waist as his son lifted him off the ground.

Fundy pulled his father inches from his face.

“IM NOT LIKE YOU, IM HUMAN!”

Wilbur flinched hard at his loud voice. Fundy could feel the fluttering of his small heart against his fingertips. 

Fundy looked down at his father, struggling helplessly in his hand, and his eyes widened.

“D-dad?”

Wilbur’s eyes snapped to his. They were full of fear while his struggles continued.

Then Fundy realized… in all the years that he’s been with the colony, he’s never held a borrower before, and the feeling of holding his father’s life in his hands made him realize just how small he really was.

“Fundy, p-please put me down.”

His father pleaded with him, and a wave of guilt and remorse crashed into him. He slowly lowered Wilbur to the ground, watching him stumble back as soon as he was set on even ground.

Fundy opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He didn’t know what he could say.

The only thing Fundy could think to do in that moment was stand to his full height and walk to his room, closing the door behind him.

It took Wilbur a few minutes to calm himself down, but soon he was walking to Fundy’s door. He’s ashamed to say he hesitated to ring the bell that announced Fundy of his presence.

Fundy’s door opened but not to the terrifying human Wilbur expected to see… instead it was his son, teary-eyed and seeming smaller than Wilbur ever thought he could be. Like he was a little scared homeless kid again.

Wilbur’s heart melted at the sight, beckoning him closer as Fundy leaned down, kneeling on the floor to hear what his father came to say.

“Fundy…”

There was a slight waver in his voice when he spoke and Fundy caught it, his shoulders dropping more.

“Come here… you’re okay,”

Wilbur reached his arms up in the air, not unlike a toddler asking to be picked up. Fundy was confused but very carefully scooped his father up in an open palm, as if waiting for a protest.

When none came, he slowly brought his hand closer to his chest until Wilbur reached out and grabbed at the fabric of his shirt.

To any normal human, it would just look like a teenager holding his hand to his chest, but looking closer, you’d see a purring borrower cupped carefully in shaking hands, holding onto the fabric of a baggy band shirt like his life depended on it. 

“I-I’m so sorry, dad”

“I know… it’s okay, I’m right here… I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Fundy seemed to shake more at that. He’d acted out and almost hurt him. He’d yelled at him and grabbed him… yet his father seemed completely relaxed in his hands now, held against his chest.

Tears fell from his eyes as he squeezed his hand to his chest so very gently to press his father closer to himself… he’s never hugged Wilbur before, there was always a slight barrier between them, always slightly distant, shying from each others touch.

But now, being so close, both of them thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad… maybe they’d have to do this more often.

Slowly Fundy drifted off while leaning against the wall, still holding Wilbur in his hands. Soon after Wilbur saw this, he too closed his eyes and slept, head resting against where he could feel his son’s heartbeat.

It was the best both of them had slept in a long time, and if Wilbur started going to Fundy’s room before bed after that, no one said anything.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ hope you enjoyed, it was bit hard to write since there was so many ways it could’ve gone but I’m happy with how it turned out :D

#giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t #mcyt g/t #tiny!wilbur #t!wilbur #giant!fundy #g!fundy #We love angst #And fluff too #…sometimes #<3

[bigforeheadbaddie]

seeing my phone after thirty minutes of reading a book

#gif from @hesawifebeaterdanusethegun #just kidding #I love to read #…sometimes #for real though #I actually have a problem #lol #chronically online core #lisa frankenstein creature

[orionfrommars]

Hot take: Crossbald > Crosshair

I’m sorry but the grey bowl cut wasn’t doin’ for me.

#I hope he stays bald #this is coming from someone who actually likes some grey hair #I think it slays sometimes #…sometimes #and this time it ain’t Crosshair sorry #lmao 💀 #orionspeaks #the bad batch #tbb #tbb crosshair #crosshair tbb #the bad batch crosshair #crosshair the bad batch #bad batch crosshair #crosshair bad batch

[fireflies-from-the-mind]

Kitten Cerberus— my oc (original cryptid) do not steal

It’s also a bit of the two heads riddle. One head only speaks in eepy, one head only speaks in screms, and one just eats is a horribly messy way.

I don’t have much reasoning why I made this. What can I say, I saw some pictures of some scrungly kittens and I was struck with inspiration from the muses!

I had wanted to make some stickers of them, but then I was a coward. Let me know if you think they’d be good stickers. Let me know where you’d put this sticker. Let me know where you put any of your stickers honestly, stickers stress me the fuck out. Are these even necessarily Halloween sticker material? Idk, there’s too many things to think about. Maybe someday they’ll be stickers

#not a sticker #could be a sticker #would you be interested in a sticker? #I do sell stickers #…sometimes #them. #kittens #cerberus #kitten cerberus #halloween art #halloween #halloween maybe #digital art #little guy #creature #cryptid #greek mythology #2023 #October #artober

[ultravioletrayz]

I was gonna try to write some stuff today, but things have come up. I have so many drafts and requests to work through, everyone who’s sent in a req has amazing ideas that I absolutely love. I’m sorry I’m not able to post anything. 💜💜

#ultravioletrayz #im so tired #and sorry #the struggle is real #my mum’s a bitch #but i love her #…sometimes #I need to update my request guidelines #so I’ll do that i guess #does anybody even read the tags? #if so ignore me lol #currently dying #I need to vent so bad #but im holding back #𖤓violets are blue𖤓

[grimgoblin]

sitting in a dark room is all fun and games until someone turns on the light and you can’t see for a solid minute

#text posts #goblincore #goblin brain #dark room #light sensitivity #personal #i dont get why people feel the need to turn on the lights when everyone else is sitting and enjoying the dark #especially if the curtains are open #we creatures of the night know what we’re doing #…sometimes

[101flavoursofweird]

Me, playing the first case of LMJ before the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee: This is so unrealistic… Why would they waste so much time, effort and resources on fixing Big Ben’s missing hand? I know Big Ben is a ‘symbol of national pride’, but is this really the most pressing issue in London? Aren’t there some poor orphans out there who Scotland Yard could be helping?

Me, during the very expensive Platinum Jubilee: Oh, right.

#Layton’s Mystery Journey #professor layton #Inspector Hastings #Katrielle Layton #Look like loved all the festivities during the jubilee #But that cynical part of me wondered how much all of it costs #Sometimes the satire in LMJ was on point #…Sometimes

[peach-pot]

trans guy who doesn’t realize he’s turning into a werewolf because he assumes it’s all just normal side effects of starting testosterone

#hannah talks sometimes

[bob-artist]

Bittern at the grocery store

#misc comics #animal art #birds #bird art #bittern #bitterns #artists on tumblr #sometimes you just gotta draw a thing #i wish i could bittern at the grocery store #i'm short -_- #birds are losers

[bodhimcbodeface]

I really think they need to start teaching kids in schools that most blind people can see a little bit, most deaf people can hear a little bit, and most wheelchair users can walk a little bit. And they are still disabled.

#I’ve tried explaining this to kids before and they’re always surprised #sometimes adults too!!

[anartificialsatellite]

The older I get the more I admire people who are earnestly, genuinely into whatever their thing is. I know it sounds like an annoying cliche but unless you're being cruel or hurtful there is really no need to be normal about things. The dude with the bad fake accent at the renaissance faire is having the time of his life. The people having photoshoots with their fashion dolls are loving it. The old lady with a yard unreasonably full of tacky ass lawn ornaments is having a blast, HOA be damned.

Don't waste your time being too cool to have fun, y'know?

#it's hard sometimes not to be embarrassed when people tell you you should be and im still working on it #but life is so much more fun that way

[ubercharge]

op is posting from tamriel. or perhaps the lands between

#kite.img #reddit #r/shittyfoodporn #i give reddit a peek every other day or so and sometimes it floors #100k

[cemeterything]

"you will look for themes and motifs in media that isn't worth the effort" i will look for themes and motifs in the dirt. on the ground.

#🐉 #sometimes its all i have. dont take my only joy from me.

[aimlesspoet]

a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints

#my worst fears have been realized #i should trust my instincts sometimes #autism #asd #autistic #autistic community #actually autistic #autistic adult #autistic things #neurodivergent #neurodiversity

[doccywhomst]

#i’ve been thinking abt that cringe post #i think the latent feelings behind ‘cringe’ are shame and sometimes envy/bitterness #same vibes as when six year olds say ‘those toys are for babies’ if they’ve been shamed for their age by older kids #anyway. i think part of the healing process is realizing that shame puts you at war with yourself bc part of yourself is a social being! #and that part of you wants community and acceptance (maybe love). shame is the absence of acceptance #unlearning shame means learning self-love and gaining the confidence to find your people #jerma #cw jerma #(someone asked me to tag lol)

[theblob1958]

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

#missed out on a whole year I could have skated at my local roller rink because I didn't want to go alone #and now it's closed and I won't ever get that year back. sometimes you gotta do it alone if you want to do something