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cg-saturn · 1 year

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hewwo saduwn

m having a hawd time wite now cus i jus got axcepted inta a cowwege wich is weawwy good bu m awso weawwy scawed to gwow up an hafta live aw by mysewf ina state were i don kno anybody an i can’t be wif my mommy an daddy an bwoders an were i hafta fly to get to an dats weawwy weawwy scawy.

m tuning 18 in jus a few monts an m weawwy scawed. i neva wike getting owder cus i jus wanna be widdle again an it makes me hav panic tacks an cwy wots wen i tink bout it too much. m weawwy scawed to be owder an hafta do tings by mysewf i jus wanna be baby again an not hafta wowwy bout stuffs.

sowwy if dis is too much i jus don kno who ta tawk to bout dis an your weawwy nice an hewpful

-cosmo (@littlespaceyboy)

Hey little one, I want to start this off by letting you know you're not alone. Growing up is really scary and hard, but no matter what your big age is, you'll always be a little kiddo at heart.

College is not for everyone. I'm so tired of the way we (americans) pretend that you need to keep climbing the stairs instead of giving yourself a moment to rest. When you're 18, you shouldn't have to figure out the rest of your life. You are still a kid. We pretend that there's some magic change that happens as soon as you turn 18, but there isn't.

As someone who attempted college, I feel like the only thing I really learned was that I had no idea what was going on. I went for two years and didn't make any friends, the food was awful, and I really struggled with my classes. Maybe it was the school I was at, but also maybe I just wasn't ready for it. It's hard to be away from the things you know and the people you care about. For me, I was suddenly confronted by the fact that I have some severe mental disabilities that had never been delt with, like adhd and other issues. I never had to face them in high school, but suddenly I was struggling to wake up for a 9am class and getting straight d's when I was an a/b student growing up. It was a different world, and I couldn't adjust.

I also don't want to sound like I'm just dissing going to college, because I do think it's important if you have a goal in life that requires a degree, but not everyone's paths go in that direction, and I think it's important to remind the up and coming kiddos that growing up doesn't have to be as fast as we pretend it does.

If you are going to college, I do have some advice too- set your alarms and remember to eat at least twice a day. I really struggled with organization, both time and physical. Tote buckets and planners go a long way when you can remember to use them. Try to set time aside every day for assignments, and don't push them off until last minute. I know its hard to start things, but I promise the faster you get it done the less you'll have to worry about. Join a study group with kids from your classes, or go to extra credit workshops when they're offered. It helps to get out of your room and study around campus too- its a great way to socialize when you're someone like me who hates making friends, just go to the library and meet a mutual study buddy to sit silently with and maybe get dinner after.

I know being away from home is scary. No matter what home life you come from, a change in living situations is always hard. I'm so proud of you for going on such a huge adventure kiddo! And I promise- home will be there when you get back. Living now, your family is just a phone call away when you miss them. Sending letters back and forth can be really fun too, most schools give mailboxes for students to use. Definitely remember to bring your stuffies and blankies, and never forget that just because you're getting bigger doesn't mean you're any less of a little kiddo 💕

Sending you love cosmo, please feel free to dm me too if you need anything at all. I'm wishing you and all my other Littles who are moving on the best of luck, and im so so proud of you for making it through high school! @littlespaceboy

Pippi Saturn 💕

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shycloudagere · 1 year

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sowwy fow possin sad fings tnigh

#little cloud’s thoughts

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three-anons-one-blog · 1 year

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Mhm... *hugs min's leg, being barely 6 inches tall* sowwy I wowwy Min Mom...

Oh- it's. It's fine sweety [Min is visibly uncomfortable with the touch but doesn't try to remove Pri and pats them on the head gently]

#the minipulator

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galaxy12sblog · 2 years

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It's just me

All the guppies were taken, they were scared... when they heard that voice...they looked suprised

Pearl: guys, it's me! Pearly!

Adriel: P-Pearl?

Snowflake: we thought you were...

Pearl: Don't wowwy...me isn't gwonna eat u! Me don't eat my Fwiend!!

Snowflake: aww~

Jade: I'm just glad you're okay Pearl..

Pearl: Huggie..?

All the guppies hugged her gently, gladly. Pearl soon took them back to their homes.

Edalyn: There you are! *Hugs Adriel*

Kevin: we've been looking for you kids!

Jenny: Sowwy..

Nova: sowwy ÓwÒ

Rage: *hugging Twinkle gently* don't EVER run away again..!... You'll give me a panic attack...

Steam: mostly heart attack...

Twinkle: mkay ÚnÙ...

Bot is hugging his kids

Bot: I-I think I need to get a security guard for you guys. Cause you keep disappearing..!!

Jade: IT is okay mama, we fine now..

Lavender: Yeah!

All the parents hugged Pearl...

Pearl soon swam away, on her way back home..

The end

Edalyn and her bbs belongs to

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nerice · 2 years

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oh man elia i was like HUH HOSPITAL? and had to back read your blog im so glad youre okay! i hope you can get back to a good place health wise but mental and physical! thats so incredibly unlikely you got a rare side effect of your meds ): i hope things get better for you soon!

HI MADDY!!!!! MADDY HIIIII

sowwy 2 wowwy you!!! im fine now (thanks 2 heart meds) ive in fact moved on to having teeth problems now! being in a body is suffering! going 2 a convention on sunday though so distraction!!!! a

#i did have tooth trouble before hospital but i kinda forgot abt it. n didn't eat in hospital so it didn't get worse till now :) amazing :)#long weekend here too it wld be good if i didn't desperately need to make doctors appointments #tired!!!! of having a body!!!!#sorry 2 vent on ur ask im good but also feel like passing away sadly. gambacatting as hard as i can nya #askbox #youreyesaredead #i hope you're doing well in the lands beyond tumblr!!!!! thinking of u everytime i watch a Girl Show💖

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ladyvader23 · 4 years

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Childhood Injuries

Inspired by MFM minisode 118, though I had this EXACT same thing happen to me as a kid, too. Except I didn’t tell my parents about it. Oops.

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It happened on an early afternoon in the middle of summer vacation.

Vader had just finished a meeting with Grand Moff Randd and was escorting him back to his personal hangar where his ship awaited.

“We’re headed towards a standoff with the Rebels,” Randd was explaining as they entered the hangar.

“A standoff I expect you to break,” Vader warned, stopping and pointing at him. “If I have to go out there myself, even your position will not save you from my wrath.”

Behind him, he sensed the bright presence of his son dashing into the hangar, making a beeline for him. He grimaced, hoping the boy would go somewhere else, and cursing for about the millionth time that schools had such a thing as summer vacation. It left his children with little to do except disrupt him at the worst possible times.

He would not give Luke the satisfaction of acknowledging him. He needed to learn that there was a time and place. He was eight--it was time he acted his age.

“We’re committing a fair portion of the fleet--” Randd broke off, blinking down at Luke as he arrived and began tugging on Vader’s cape.

Disbelief and rage shot through him. What did Luke think he was doing?! How many times had he told him not to interrupt him while he was busy?!

He shot a brief glare at him over his shoulder. “I am busy. Go find your sister.” Then he turned back to Randd.

“If...now isn’t a good time, Lord Vader…” Randd began, but Vader held up a hand.

“My son needs to learn to mind his manners and wait his turn.” He shot another look at Luke. He hadn’t moved, and was staring up at him with wide eyes.

Children.

“Ahem. Well, in that case…” He continued to ramble on about planned ship movements in the sector and Vader attempted to listen, but Luke’s bright presence was ever there and waiting, insistent that he needed to talk to him.

At least he wasn’t verbally trying to interrupt, like usual. Maybe he’d learned something.

“Be careful that you do not put all of your resources in one battle. The Rebels are hoping you’ll do just that in order to take them out at once. I would suggest splitting your resources to arrive in stages to slowly overwhelm the Rebellion.” Vader replied when Randd was done speaking.

“Wise advice, Lord Vader. I will do so at once.”

He had to admit, out of all of the Grand Moffs, Randd was one of the least annoying.

“Very good. I look forward to the results.”

He waited until Randd had turned to leave before turning around to address his son, who was now shifting from foot to foot, his face pale. He did not fail to notice Leia peaking out into the hangar, watching them from a distance.

He crossed his arms. That did not bode well. What else had they broken in their residence? If he had to guess, Leia likely broke something, and Luke was coming to tattle.

Force, he wished he hadn’t approved Miss Laena’s vacation. He didn’t realize how wild children were.

“I have told you repeatedly to wait until I am finished with business before interrupting me! I may be your father, but I am also running an Empire. One day you will understand just how busy that makes me!” Luke still continued to stare at him, his eyes pleading. Inwardly, Vader sighed. “Fine. What do you want?”

Unexpectedly, Luke’s eyes filled with tears. Then he simply opened his mouth…

And blood poured out of it and onto the permacrete floor.

Vader moved before he even consciously realized what was happening. One moment Luke was standing there, the next he was scooped into his arms, and he was running towards his fastest speeder.

Running. He never ran. But the sheer terror at the blood still coming out of Luke’s mouth and not knowing why…

Was he dying?! Why didn’t he say something sooner?! What the hell had even happened?! What kind of conditions even caused this?!

He didn’t know, he didn’t care. His one singular focus was to get Luke to a doctor immediately.

“Leia!” he bellowed, getting Luke into the front seat. Luke was still much too young to be in the front seat, but he couldn’t take his eyes off him for a second-- “Get in the speeder, now!”

Thankfully, she did not dawdle. She was climbing into the back seat before Vader had even finished buckling in Luke, whose mouth was still open and bleeding profusely down his chin.

“Is Luke going to die?” Leia asked, and Vader barely noticed the concern in her little voice.

“Do not suggest such things!” He yanked his cape off, threw it on Luke, and then shoved one end of it into his mouth. “Hold that there!”

He jumped into the pilots seat, turning the speeder on with the Force, and rocketed out of the hangar.

“What the hell happened?!” He demanded. He still kept his eyes firmly on Luke, using the Force to assist him in steering the right way towards the nearest hospital.

“Well…” Leia began, “Promise not to be mad, daddy…”

“I am beyond that point!”

Holy Force, his son was going to die and he’d just let him stand there waiting--

“W-well, Luke and I were hover skating…”

“In the apartment?!”

“Sowwy waw--” Luke began, his mouth full of blood and cape.

“Do not speak!” Vader pointed at him. “Leia, what happened?!”

“I...Luke had...well you see, he had…” He could sense her squirming in her seat, and by the Force he was about to start screaming himself if she didn’t just spit it out--

“Swick.” Luke said.

Vader...had no idea what that was.

“He had a stick in his mouth.” Leia clarified in a terrified whisper. “He tripped and...yeah.”

Vader simply stared at his son, even as he swerved out of the hyperlane and into the hospital lot.

A stick.

“...Why?!”

He couldn’t even form the words to express how insane that was. What had even possessed Luke to put a stick in his mouth in the first place?! What logical thought…

But children were not logical. And now his son was bleeding everywhere and he didn’t know how serious the damage was…

He slammed the speeder to a stop in front of the emergency center, scooped Luke up, and stormed for the doors. Thankfully, Leia at least had the sense to get out of the car and follow.

The doors were automatic, but he used the Force to blow them down anyway. The glass landed on the floor with a crash, and multiple people screamed. He paid them no mind, heading straight for the doors leading towards patient rooms. “Get me a doctor, NOW!” He bellowed at the terrified nurses behind the counter.

They didn’t dare stop him as he ripped the patient area doors open. Multiple doctors were already racing towards him, a gurney between them. As Vader lowered Luke onto it, he felt his son begin to panic, reaching for him both physically and through the Force.

“I am going with him.” Vader snarled, then as Leia bumped into his legs, he clarified, “We are going with him.”

These doctors were not stupid enough to deny him. “Of course, Lord Vader. Right this way.”

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Vader grilled the doctors multiple times after they came back with their findings, just in case. He couldn’t lose his son, especially over something so incredibly stupid. According to the doctors, the stick had apparently poked through a tonsil, but was small enough that it would heal on its own.

“Mouth injuries tend to be bloodier than others.” The doctors assured him repeatedly, “This is actually more common than you’d think.”

Vader could hardly believe it. Putting sticks in mouths was common?!

Had he been this reckless as a child?!

Well. Yes. But he’d never thought to put objects that could cause serious damage in his mouth.

“So Luke’s not going to die?” Leia asked.

“No.” He was relieved to say that, but… “You will be removing any similar objects from the apartment when we get home. Do you understand me?!”

Leia flushed, ducking her head shamefully. “Yes, daddy.”

“And you are grounded from hover skates for the rest of the summer!” He pointed at her.

Leia looked up at that, her face twisting angrily...but then she caught sight of Luke on the hospital bed with cotton stuffed into his mouth, still clutching his father’s now bloodied cape. She sighed, looking down again. “Yes daddy.”

He dropped his hand. Well. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about the skates.

But that left Luke. He turned, approaching the bed and sitting beside his son. He was staring up at the holovid in the corner of the room. The only sign of his anxiousness was his hands fisted in his cape.

“Luke.”

His son tore his eyes away from the holovid to look at him. With cotton in his mouth, it wasn’t likely that he could speak much.

Good. That meant he wouldn’t be interrupted.

“I cannot believe I have to say this, but you are not to put foreign objects in your mouth, especially sticks.” He paused. “Why did you even do that?”

Infuriatingly, his son just shrugged.

He closed his eyes, and counted backwards from ten. Why? Why? Why were children so illogical?

“I don’t tell you these things to be unfair,” Vader explained through gritted teeth. “I give you rules because I want you to be safe.” He hesitated, checking to make sure no one but Luke and Leia were in hearing distance. They were alone in the room, and it was apparent that the doctors had decided to make themselves scarce to avoid more interrogation from him. “I was scared today. I don’t ever want to see you injured like this again.”

Instantly, he felt Luke’s shame in the Force. Despite the cotton balls in his mouth, he tried to say, “wowwy,” which Vader assumed was an apology.

“Do not do it again.” He warned.

Luke nodded, and before Vader could stop him (they were in public, after all) Luke threw his arms around him and hugged him.

He tensed, immediately checking for nearby doctors...and relaxed when they were still well away from the room. He wrapped one arm around his son, bringing him closer, while his other arm reached for Leia. She didn’t need to be asked--she too came, hugging him from the other side.

He held his children and closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

His children would be the death of him. He was sure of it.

#Luke skywalker #leia organa #luke and leia #little luke #little leia #darth vader #dad vader series #Dad vader #sticks are dangerous ya'll #don't put them in your mouth #psa #my writing #Star Wars fanfic #fanfiction

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stradlingmrstradlin · 3 years

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Steve Riley x Mick Cripps

Requested by: Anonymus on wattpad

Words: 2419

Warnings: Nothing bad really, just the word "Fuck"

It's pure fluff and cuteness, enjoy

Story: Their adopted daughter meets the band for the first time

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It was a cool, breezy night with a calm sky full of stars. Steve and Mick were sleeping peacefully next to each other while their daughter Bethany was sleeping in the room next door. They brought her home a week ago but she hasn't met the band yet. Mick thought it was a better idea to let her get used to her new environment before meeting those three crazy boys, and Steve agreed. Beth however got used to her new living space quite quickly, already calling Mick or Steve Dad or Dada by accident a few times, but of course, none of the boys minded.

At first, the band was quite surprised when the two announced that they are together but they weren't bothered by it, and thinking back to all the times they caught the two of them cuddling it wasn't surprising either. When they decided they wanted to adopt a little girl it was a long and tiring process, considering that they are two men in a rock band, but with the help of the band and a few family members after more than a year of waiting they could bring home Beth.

Before bringing her home they've met the little girl many times in the park or in the temporary home where she lived, and when they told her that she'd get to come home with them she was shouting and jumping from happiness.

Steve's dreams were interrupted by something or rather someone jumping on his chest and a quiet "sowwy dada, didn't mean to". He glanced at the clock on the wall and it read 10:23 am, might be time to wake up Mick. "Hey angel can you wake up Papa too?", as soon as these words left Steve's mouth Beth was already poking Mick in the face and shaking his shoulders. "Mornin' kid, are you excited to meet our friends today?' Mick asked as he slowly sat up lifting Beth in his lap, Beth nodding her head really fast "wowwy, 'ts making me dizzy" she giggled.

Beth wanted to choose her own outfit, but the dress she wanted to wear was really warm for a summer day, so finally, she agreed to wear a Hanoi Rocks t-shirt with a puffy striped skirt. Breakfast consisted of pancakes and fruits and Bethany made sure to put as much chocolate on her pancake as she can before either of her dads notice, she managed to stuff quite much in her mouth before Steve noticed something was up,

"What are you hiding kiddo?" a muffled "Notin" came back "You sure about that? Because I think there's chocolate smeared around your mouth" Steve said while trying not to laugh. " Maybe 'ts choco, but "ts yummy'' Beth said pointing at her tummy. "Alright kid, I'll let it slide this once, but don't tell Papa about it"

"What shouldn't I know about?" Mick asked when he walked into the kitchen. "Dada said I could eat this choco pancake if I don't tell you" she quickly blurted out making both of her fathers laugh and smile at her adorableness.

After getting ready and putting the dishes in the sink the little family sat in their car to travel to the park. Their plan was that they'd meet the guys there and maybe later for lunch go back to their house and the boys could come if they want and then later, they'd have a concert. Saying Beth was excited could be an understatement, she was jumping up and down in her car seat and when the park came into view, she tried to stretch her neck to see if anyone was there already, but that proved hard as she didn't know who to look for. As Mick parked the car she was ready to get out already and both of her fathers took one of her hands into theirs and started walking towards the playground, her trying to pull them to go faster.

When they reached the playground area with benches one seat was occupied by a long black-haired dude who gave them a wave as he saw them approaching. "Hi, guys. Nice to meet you kid, I'm Tracii" he said while stretching out his arm towards the little girl. "Tracii, that's a girl's name? 'm Beth, nice to meet you." said Beth as she took his arm and jokingly shook it. While Beth played with the chains on Tracii's pants another voice could be heard talking to her parents and then looking at her. "Hi love, my name is Phil" the guy, Phil said with a funny accent. "Beth, you're not from America, are you?" she questioned while standing up from next to Tracii and sitting down next to Phil "No, I'm British, that's on another continent" Phil answered. Beth looked puzzled for a bit but then her attention was on a motorcycle parking in the parking lot and another black-haired guy got down from it. "Wowy, 'ts cool" she exclaimed to no one in particular and then only looked away from the motorcycle when the guy stepped in front of her.

"Hi little one, my name is Kelly, it's nice to finally meet you" Beth thought that the guy was very cheerful "Why do you have a girl name too? Oh, I'm Beth" she giggled and almost forgot to tell Kelly her name. Kelly faked being offended and that only made Beth laugh harder, finally when she calmed down, she convinced Kelly to climb onto the slide thingy at the playground with her, Kelly being...well Kelly he of course agreed with very little persuasion needed.

It proved to be harder than they thought to go down on the slide together because Kelly was taller than the top of the slide and they got stuck at least five times, when they got down Phil was laughing his ass off and the others had a smile on their faces too. "Let's play tag" Beth shouted and then slapped Phil's hand signaling to him that he was 'it'. So now Beth and five men who looked really funny were running around the park, the guys, of course, running slower to let Beth win. After about ten minutes Beth got tired and decided she wanted ice cream, and to her luck, an ice cream parlor was right on the other side of the street from where they were standing. Carefully crossing the street Kelly and Beth were discussing what flavor of ice cream they are going to get while Steve was still wheezing a bit from the game of tag. The little group arrived at the parlor and ordered their frozen treats. Beth ordered her favorite, chocolate ice cream and now probably more was smeared around her face and hands than in her mouth, but she was enjoying herself nonetheless.

After cleaning up they decided that they should probably head back to the house because it was getting increasingly hotter outside and wearing black didn't help much either, plus the guys were getting hungry and the ice cream didn't do much.

When they arrived inside Beth was eager to show her toys to the guys and even invited them to play dress-up with her. She was the princess and decided that Phil will be the prince on the condition that he will let her do his hair. "No, nope, sorry love but no." Phil said and as Beth was looking around she saw Tracii also shaking his head in protest. "Kelly, pwease?" she did the puppy eyes so of course, Kelly was now sitting in front of her while she asked Mick to bring her some hairspray and a comb "I'm going to make your hair pwetty, like Mike Monroe's" Beth cheered as Mick handed her the supplies.

She was not so gentle with the teasing and Kelly tried not to make any noises but the look on his face described everything. When they were done Kelly looked like anything but Michael, more like a bird decided to nest in his hair. But of course, he wasn't going to tell that to the little girl "Thank you kid, I look like a true prince now".

"See Phil, you would look pretty, but you didn't let me do it, you're not pretty now" Beth said half serious half joking while staring at Phil, Kelly tried to at least make his hair a bit less messy while Beth wasn't looking, but to no avail. They played princess for a bit more, but Beth got bored of it and the guys were hungry, so they decided to order pizza.

"Can we play hide and seek? Pweaseee"

"Fine kid, who should seek?"

"You Papa"

"Alright, I'll count to two minutes" Mick said as he closed his eyes and leaned against a wall.

Steve hid under the table, Kelly tried climbing into a closet but gave up and hid in the shower instead, Tracii quickly stood behind the curtain in the living room and Beth climbed under the bed, but she didn't want to be alone, so she asked Phil to go with her. Somehow Phil managed to fit under the bed, but climbing out probably won't be easy.

"Ready or not, here I come" Shouted Mick downstairs. The first to be found was Tracii because let's face it, the curtain only covered him above the knee. Then he found Steve under the table. Kelly was only found because he sneezed and then slipped and Mick heard it, "What in the name of...Kelly, what are you doing on the bathroom floor?" Mick questioned "I, ugh might have slipped?" Kelly said laughing a little

"Beth, Phil, where are you?" Mick shouted, no answer. He was searching for maybe a few minutes when he heard a small whisper from under the bed. "Found you" He exclaimed when he looked under the bed, and to his surprise, two pairs of eyes looked back at him.

"Ah, nice to see you too Mick, now please would you help me get out from under here?" Phil asked after a failed attempt to get out, in the end, he somehow climbed out but swore to never climb under a bed again.

When the pizza arrived it was probably around three in the afternoon and everyone was hungry. Beth was getting increasingly tired, but she acted like she didn't care because she wanted to spend as much time as she could with her new friends. After the pizza, everyone agreed that watching a movie would be an awesome idea. They watched The Little Mermaid as it just recently came out and Beth hasn't seen it yet.

"I'm a mermaid" Beth yelled as she was now running around the living room imagining that she was underwater. Then she decided to draw the guys and herself down, it was basically five black-haired people-shaped things and one smaller brown-haired thing. Steve decided that this drawing would look fabulous on the fridge.

After this Beth had to take a nap because she was going to see them play live tonight and she needed to be well-rested for that. While she was sleeping Kelly combed his hair out with a bit of help from Tracii in the back. When she woke up it was already time to go to the venue, so Steve dressed her up and strapped her in the car, "See you there" she waved to the other three guys.

There were so many people outside when they got there and some noticed them and screamed making the little girl whimper "It's okay kid, everything's okay" Mick whispered as he held her even tighter. Inside was a lot calmer and there were many doors and corridors and people running around setting up everything for the show. The next time Beth looked up she was in a dressing room with her fathers who were teasing their hair and putting on their stage clothes. There was a knock at the door and seconds later Kelly came in sitting down next to the kid "You want to cause some mischief before the show?" He asked with a grin "Yeah, like what?" Beth asked "You'll see kid, don't worry we'll meet you guys at the stage" he said the first part to Beth, the second to Mick and Steve.

"Okay, so we'll hide here behind the door and when Tracii or Phil comes by we'll jump out and scare them, ok?" Kelly explained the plan as Beth eagerly nodded, excited to scare people. They only had to wait a bit before an unsuspecting Tracii came out from the room, they jumped out causing him to yell out a surprised "Fuck".

Beth copied Tracii "Fuck". "Okay, um, kid you probably shouldn't say that or at least don't tell anyone I said it okay" Tracii tried explaining it to Beth before she yells out the word again. Luckily Beth forgot about the bad word in a few minutes and when Phil opened the door and they scared him, he luckily just made a loud gasping sound, no curses.

When the four of them got to the stage Steve and Mick were already there waiting for them "So you'll sit on top of the chair and stay there, okay?" Mick asked, pointing to the side of the stage where a chair was already placed for Beth. "Okay Papa"

She enjoyed the show sometimes standing up and dancing a bit or trying to copy the guitar sounds with her mouth or singing the words... kinda the words, but she tried and that's what matters. She was exhausted when the show ended and almost didn't Phil lifting her up and bringing her to his changing room to let her fathers have a bit of alone time.

"I'm sleepy, I wanna sleep" She mumbled as Phil placed her down on the couch and lifted her head into his lap. He started singing softly and she was asleep in a minute, smiling in her sleep.

Later Phil helped Steve put her into the car and buckle her up before saying goodbye and going on his own way. When the little family got home Mick lifted Beth out of the car and with the help of Steve opening the doors he placed her into the bed, tucking her in and both men placing a kiss on her forehead. "Sweet dreams angel" and with that, they closed her door and went to their own room to take a shower and then snuggle up in bed and also fall asleep.

#mick cripps #steve riley #kelly nickels #phil lewis #tracii guns #la guns #mick cripps x steve riley #pure adorable fluff #oneshot

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anarchyirish · 4 years

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i've nevew bewn much fow smoking but taking a buwwet tuwu the chest wiww make uwu a wot wess wowwied about the swow deaths of the wowwd. wong stowy showt: i took a job i shouwdn't have. they say the pwetty ones wiww awways get uwu kiwwed, but he was so damn handsome, i juwst couwdn't wesist.

i was a fwog in a swow pot of boiwing watew, ow the fiwst cwown tuwu get intwo the cwown caw. you down't know tuwu get out untiw iwt's too wate. one thing wed tuwu anothew awnd i found mysewf swow dancing with the deviw in the moonwight. except instead of weaving woom fow jesus, he weft woom fow a 357 magnum.

i won't bowe uwu with the detaiws. so i'ww cut wight tuwu the quick: a wot of peopwe died because of thiws man.

wiwwiam j...

dammit. Come own!" *cwink*

wiwwiam j. Bawnum a.k.a. The cowonew.

just wike the cwown in my bat mitzvah, i knew he was twoubwe fwom the moment i waid eyes own him. and juwst wike bozo, the magnificent, a wot of peopwe died whewn he wawked intwo my wife.

*echos of the bozo waughing*

i've bewn chasing him down evew since. We wewe wike two naked men wunning own the same tweadmiww. uncomfowtabwy cwose, but awways juwst a step behind. but no owne cawn wun fowevew.

*taps of chawk own bwackboawd* especiawwy nowt with 200 pounds of sweaty detective bweathing down youw neck. it hasn't bewn easy though. i cawn't count how many countwies i've cownewed him in. couwdn't teww uwu how many times i've had him in my big, stwong hands.

*detective gwunting own stuck dwawew*

evewy time i think i've got him fow good, he somehow manages tuwu swip away. but he's wunning out of howes tuwu hide in. i mean thawt witewawwy, metaphowicawwy, awnd euphemisticawwy. it doesn't mattew how cwafty uwu think uwu awe...

abe: mmm.. Mhm..*waughs*

if uwu've bewn own the wun fow yeaws awnd yeaws...

abe: awwight, pewfect!..Thanks.

eventuawwy......uwu'we gonna make a mistake.

wowd of advice: if uwu'we wunning away fwom youw pwobwems, nevew become too attached tuwu anything. famiwy, wovews,..

..bwiefcases own top of youw caw...

*thumps of bwiefcase*

some things awe best weft behind.

the cowonew's a swippewy owne, shedding names as easiwy as a snake sheds a few pounds befowe bikini season. he's gone thwough pseudonym aftew pseudonym twying tuwu covew hiws twacks. but he awways manages tuwu faww bawck intwo the same famiwiaw wowes...

dwinking, fighting,...

...fwiwting,...

...dancing.

the cowonew was awways owne fow the eccentwics, but hiws watest pewsona takes the entiwe cake shop.

wiwfowd.

'mothewwoving'.

wawfstache.

*gunshots*

get youw ass down hewe.

down't move, asshowe!

show me youw hands!

nowt wike thawt. Put 'em down!

*gunshot*

*static as disco music distowts awnd dies out *

abe: get down own the gwound. Get down own the gwound wight now!

wiwfowd: wh-why'd the music stowp?

abe: uwu'we nowt getting away fwom me thiws time asshowe. I said get youw ass down own the gwound.

wiwfowd: duwu i know uwu, fwiend?

abe: i said get down on--! whawt?... How duwu uwu not--?

abe: stowp pwaying games. Get youw ass down own the gwound befowe i bwow uwu wight hewe, wight now! ...away.

wiwfowd: dave? daaaave! dave? dave! gweg. Steve? biww? dave! i knew i wecognized uwu. How awe uwu? how's the wife?

abe: i down't have a wife. Stowp stawwing! uwu'we undew awwest fow the muwdew of way too many peopwe tuwu even count!

wiwfowd: weww, thawt's juwst widicuwous! i wouwd nevew kiww anybody.

abe: oh, iws thawt wight? weww, whatevew uwu say, buddy.

*ewectwic chawge fwom tasew gun*

wiwfowd: ahhoahoohaaa...

abe: uwu wan a weaw good wace thewe, buddy.

abe: but iwt's the end of the woad fow uwu.

abe: the waw iws gonna thwow evewy book they have at uwu awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow uwu in a ceww awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow away the key awnd aftew thawt, they'we gonna thwow thawt... ceww... intwo a wake.

abe, (innew monawogue): "but nowt befowe i thwow a few things at him fiwst. we'we gonna pway pin the taiw own the donkey. but he's the donkey, awnd the taiw, iws my feewings. but i shouwdn't get ahead of mysewf. i onwy get owne night with him tuwu fiww the howe in my heawt he weft behind. it's finawwy time tuwu get sowme answews."

wiwfowd (in abe's head): "did we date at sowme point?"

abe: "no! we didn't date. The howe iws a metaphow fow whewn uwu shot me in the --"

wiwfowd: caw...

*abe scweams as a caw hown sounds, tiwes squeawing*

abe (in thoughts): "howy shit thawt was cwose!"

wiwfowd: "we couwd have taken thewm."

abe: "what the heww does thawt have tuwu duwu with-?"

abe: how did uwu...? how awe uwu --?!

(abe, in hiws thoughts): "how many fingews am i howding up?"

wiwfowd: fouw..?

abe: "aawdvawk! pumpewnickew!"

wiwfowd: whawt awe uwu doing?

abe: "cawabasas!"

wiwfowd: "awe uwu oookaaaayy?"

abe: how awe uwu in my head?!

wiwfowd: why awe uwu shouting?!

abe: "get out of my head!"

wiwfowd: "you'we stiww shouting!"

*both scweaming* aaaahhhh

*ewectwic chawge of tasew gun ovew theiw yewwing*

wiwfowd: hnaaaaohh aaaahh ooooah ooahf nha-ah.. Ooah.. aah?

abe: enough games! youw ass, iws mine fow the next 24 houws.

abe: awnd i'm gonna take my sweet time......with thawt ass.

abe: tuwu get, answews out of iwt... fwom uwu.

wiwfowd: w-weww, i- i suppose i couwd stay hewe a whiwe, get comfowtabwe...*sigh* wovewy pwace uwu've got hewe! couwd use a bit mowe cowow...

abe: enough!! with youw buwwshit! duwu uwu have any wemowse? any wemowse at aww fow the things uwu've done ow awe uwu too much of a cowawd tuwu face youw cwimes?

wiwfowd: weww, thewe's no need fow name-cawwing! wowds cawn huwt uwu know, uwu shouwd be kind awnd couwteous!

abe: name-cawwing, huh? *chuckwe* awnd, uh, whawt nawme, wouwd uwu pwefew, huh?

*cwank* *cwank*bu-ftf*tssff* *cwank*cwonk*

abe: iws iwt... wiwwiam j. Buttewfiewd?

wiwfowd (chuckwing): weww- weww now, thawt's a nawme i- oowww

abe: wiwson jackson bawthowomew the iii?

wiwfowd: weww now i actuawwy mawwied intwo thaaa-at.. nawme...

abe: wingweheimew! (softew) wait, juwst... Wingweheimew?

wiwfowd: awwight, i may have bewn having a wittwe bit of fun with thawt one- oo-ow.

abe: nawme, aftew nawme, aftew nawme aftew nawme! juwst, so uwu cawn distance youwsewf fwom the weaw nawme uwu shouwd be cawwed. (softwy) muwdewew.

wiwfowd: (softwy) abe? abe! abe, iwt's bewn yeaws! how awe uwu? how awe uwu doing? how's the famiwy?

abe: oh, i'm doing juwst peachy, buddy! 'cause i've bewn waiting a wong, wong time fow thiws day tuwu come, so we couwd sit down, have a chat. catch up; good awnd pwopew.

wiwfowd: wow... thewe we aww awe!

abe: how the heww did uwu duwu thawt?!

wiwfowd: we wook so young!

abe: uwu bettew get youw ass bawck in thawt chaiw! awso, how did uwu get youw ass out of thawt chaiw? uwu'we gonna teww me, uwu'we gonna teww me, how uwu got youw ass out of thawt chaiw so i cawn figuwe out a way tuwu get iwt bawck in thawt chaiw!

wiwfowd: oh thewe's cewine... my heawt stiww beats fow hew tuwu thiws day! but if she- saw me she'd pwobabwy cawve mine out! *waughs*

abe: whawt?

wiwfowd: (softwy) how did uwu find aww thiws?

abe: i've-i've-i've... I've awways had thewm! i've bewn cowwecting thewm. evewy singwe scwap of evidence thiws whowe time so thawt owne day,

*cocks gun*

i cawn bwing uwu down.

wiwfowd: (softwy) thawt's so sweet.

abe: iwt's nowt sweet, thawt's sickening!

wiwfowd: sickeningwy sweeeet!

abe: thawt's nowt whawt i meant!

wiwfowd: wook i am tewwibwy, tewwibwy, sowwy thawt i didn't wemembew uwu. memowies stawt tuwu get jumbwed aftew a whiwe. (softwy) sometimes i, fowget even the simpwest of things...

abe: oh, twust me. Uwu'ww have pwenty of time tuwu think abouwt aww the howwibwe things uwu've done once they thwow uwu in a cage, then thwow away the key, awnd then thwow that- how the heww uwu keep doing thawt?!

wiwfowd: things get jumbwed so easiwy! the whewn, the whewe, the why, the how of iwt aww - awnd who cawn keep twack of iwt? i wondew whawt he's up tuwu, have uwu seen him? (softwy)...maybe i shouwd stowp by.

abe: uwu sewiouswy need tuwu get bawck in the chaiw. i- i- i- i- i've got mowe wope. Maybe thawt'ww wowk.

wiwfowd: eh, wowth a shot. oh! the twain! oh, i wemembew the twain! how wong wewe we stuck in the snow fow?

abe: whawt?

wiwfowd: oh, uwu down't wemembew? ah, thawt's okay. Pwobabwy hasn't happened yet, ohhh, but sowme of youw finest wowk, i have tuwu say. a wittwe spoiwew awewt fow watew tuwu make iwt easiew own uwu. (whispewing) we aww did iwt. *chuckwes*

abe: i down't undewst-aa --!

*gunshot*

wiwfowd: shush, shush, shush, shush, shush.*kisses the bawwew* nowt now. the gwown-ups awe tawking. save thawt fow watew.

abe: (quietwy) whawt the heww's going own?

wiwfowd: huh? i down't weawwy know. Honestwy, i- i- i down't undewstand anything anymowe... but i duwu wemembew uwu. awnd i wemembewed thawt thewe's something i've bewn meaning tuwu give uwu aftew aww - these - yeaws!

*suspense music buiwds up*

i'm sowwy.

abe: get off o- mmm...eee..

wiwfowd: if thewe's owne thing i've weawned aftew aww these yeaws iwt's thawt nothing heaws wike a good apowogy!

abe: i down't... undewstand anything anymowe...

wiwfowd: exactwy! none of thiws makes any sense! thawt's the beauty of iwt!

abe: beauty...? whawt abouwt any of thiws, iws beautifuw tuwu uwu?! whawt kind of- sick, twisted, son of a bitch, thinks any of thiws, iws beautifuw?!

wiwfowd: now whawt did we say abouwt name-cawwing?

abe: yooouu kiwwed peopwe! so many peopwe! (vewge of teaws) uwu kiwwed my fwiends! uwu kiwwed my pawtnew! uwu shot... Me!

wiwfowd: now, iwt seems tuwu me wike uwu'we twying tuwu paint me as the bad guy.

abe: (scweaming) uwu awe the bad guy!!!

wiwfowd: (cawmwy) okay, whoa! hey, whoa, time out. Time out. Time out. shhh... Uh, woah, hey! hoo-hah hee-hey. Time out! i get iwt, uwu've bewn hunting me... fow yeaws, awnd yeaws, awnd yeaws. Uwu've bewn chasing me, aww awound the wowwd. uh... fwom bedwooms, tuwu bathwooms, tuwu bawwwooms. uwu've bewn chasing me awnd uwu've bewn doing a weaw bang-up job of iwt, but, an- awnd fowgive me, if thiws sounds ins- uwting in any way, whawt wouwd uwu say, ouw- uh, o- ouw cwosest encountew was, befowe thiws vewy moment wight hewe?

abe: whewn was ouw cwosest encountew?

wiwfowd: yuh-yeah.

abe: befowe thiws vewy moment?

wiwfowd: yes.

abe: thawt's easy. iwt was whewn we...

*abe fawtews*

whewn... we, uh... uwu... ye-yeah ah, iwt was whewn uwu, um... thawt's whewn uwu, um... *cweaws thwoat* i was hunting uwu down, i was stawking uwu, but uwu fwed the countwy, tuwu - uh... um... aww wight, aww wight, yeah ye- ye- yeah, uwu wewe, uwu wewe off the wadaw fow thwee yeaws, but! i got a hot tip thawt uwu had shacked up in... uh... in, um - ah... uwu shacked up with... in, uh... uh... with the...

wiwfowd: thwee yeaws... uh, whawt yeaw was thawt, exactwy?

abe: whawt, whawt yeaw?

wiwfowd (softwy): yes.

abe: weww, u-uh, iwt was in, uh, i- iwt was in, um...

*abe fawtews again*

iwt... was uh... iwt was - um... (softwy) i... i cawn't we-membew... i... i've - uh...

*sighs*

i've obsessed ovew thiws case fow - uh, yeaws... evewy, moment of evewy day.... spent twying tuwu hunt uwu down... so why cawn't i wemembew? am i cwazy?

wiwfowd: no! no-no. No, no, no, no! my fwiend, uwu awe nowt, cwazy. down't wet anyone, evew, teww uwu thawt uwu'we, cwazy. y-you'we juwst too focused own the minutiae of it-- the detaiws, the who kiwwed who, the who swept with who. it- uwu'we nowt focusing own the big pictuwe.

abe: iwt's impossibwe, tuwu know things thawt haven't happened yet.

wiwfowd: yes, exactwy! juwst, wike iwt's impossibwe - tuwu suwvive a buwwet - (softwy) thwough the heawt.

*faint echoing gunshot*

*piano song fwom the finaw scene of who kiwwed mawkipwiew stawts pwaying*

abe, (innew monawogue): "this was aww a nightmawe thawt i couwdn't wake up fwom. my heawt was pounding mowse code in my eaws, but i nevew weawned the wanguage. my mind was wike a hamstew baww wowwing down the fweeway - no mattew how fawst i went i couwdn't keep up with the fwow. it was my fiwst yeaw of cwown cowwege aww ovew again awnd i--.."

wiwfowd: no, no, nope, nope, nope, no... no. no dwifting off juwst yet. wisten, fwiend. iwt was a bit of a shock fow me, too. wife needed a bit of madness, but... (softwy) why shouwd death be any diffewent? but i think the stwess, iws getting tuwu uwu a wittwe bit. Uwu need tuwu unwind. uwu'we- uwu'we a fweshwy bown fawn, twying tuwu find youw wegs in the wowwd thawt doesn't make sense.

so, juwst fow tonight... wet's fowget abouwt aww the- th- the chasing awnd, the kiwwing awnd, the shooty shooty bang bang, "god, uwu'we a muwdewew!"

*chuckwes*

awnd juwst fow tonight...(wight static) why down't we... have a wittwe fun?

*piano continues pwaying*

*disco music pways *

*ding*

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Second daybweak chaptew 9

"...ma?...Yuma!"

my head jowted back up, "hah?! wha- what is it, astwaw?"

he had his hand on my shouwdew whiwe wooking towawds me with concewn, the textbook tossed aside haphazawdwy on the bed, "you appeawed to be sweeping despite sitting upwight. ...This is the fiwst time i've seen you do this."

gwancing bwiefwy towawd my weading, i weawized i’d somehow gotten thwough about hawf of it. Tuwning back to astwaw, i twied my best to pway it off, “what awe you tawking about? you’ve seen me faww asweep in cwass befowe.”

“yes, but you usuawwy don’t do so whiwe at home, and without any pwiow indicatows.”

now i was stawting to second-guess it mysewf… “was it weawwy that diffewent compawed to how i nowmawwy just faww asweep?”

astwaw wemoved his hand fwom me as he stwuggwed to find the wowds, “it was… how to put it… you wewe studying as you nowmawwy wouwd. Then… youw neck couwdn’t suppowt youw head anymowe.”

...Odd. "...The heat might be getting to me. I'ww go- oh, wight,” i noticed the untouched gwass of watew off to the side, “i’m pwobabwy just dehydwated. Thanks fow the concewn though.”

he sighed, “if you say so.” i picked up the gwass as astwaw peewed ovew the text i was weading, “i’m suwpwised you’d faww asweep to this; this seems wike a dewightfuw wead.”

“heh, it’s vewy wowdy, aww things considewed,” gwancing down at the gwass in my hand, i saw the wefwection of my wight eye on the watew's suwface. A muted mawoon stawing back up at me. I sipped the watew whiwe in thought.

...By this point, i weawwy have no idea what’s up with me today. At fiwst, i thought i was just wewiving past convewsations i'd had with astwaw, but… that wast one…

i paused my dwinking and tugged one of the wed stwands of my haiw down to inspect it. It wasn't uncommon fow peopwe in my famiwy to have muwtipwe haiw cowouws, but they usuawwy bwended togethew awmost seamwesswy. Mom and akawi both have it.

it was pecuwiaw that aww my wed haiws wewe just bunched togethew in the fwont wike that. When i was a kid, dad used to dye his haiw to match mine so i wouwdn't feew as sewf-conscious about it.

looking back, it was a nice gestuwe of him.

pushing my haiw back into pwace, i dwank the wast of the watew.

“wewe you done weading this page, yuma?”

“huh? oh, yeah,” i wepwied, tapping the d-pad’s scween to woad in the next page.

might as weww wead awongside astwaw. I had to wead it anyway.

hawdwy a minute went by. “yuma-”

“what, awweady?! h-howd on a few seconds…”

i fewt astwaw smiwking in my diwection whiwe i continued weading. Despite my disgwuntwed expwession, i bwought my hand up to pwayfuwwy wuffwe his haiw, causing him to snickew bwiefwy.

aftew woading in the next page, with a bit of hesitation i asked, “aftew this, do you want to go eat togethew?”

he tuwned to me unexpectedwy, “in zexaw?”

“yeah. Akawi wiww be wowking aww night, and gwan is heading out to eat. So…” eyeing my fidgeting hand, i continued, “…no one wouwd pwobabwy question whewe i am.”

without missing a beat, astwaw wepwied, “you know i’d be happy to keep you company, yuma.”

he weawwy did know me too weww. A bwessing and a cuwse, it wouwd seem.

i couwdn’t hewp but smiwe in wesponse.

“okaaay, wet’s see now…” cwouching in fwont of the fwidge, thewe wewen't neawwy as many options as i wouwd have wiked.

“what’s wwong with that?” astwaw inquiwed towawds the wawge pot in the centew.

“ew, thewe’s nothing wwong with udon, it’s just a bit… on the pwain side.”

“if it’s sufficient to satisfy you, then i don’t see an issue with it.”

“i mean…” my wesponse was painfuwwy dwawn out, “you’we the one who insisted we twy wasabi the wast time we had the chance to do this...”

"and i wiww wemembew not to do that again. If it's nothing wike wasabi, then i don't see an issue."

i wewented, "awwight, suwe." taking the pot out of the fwidge i began heating it up. Aftew some seawching, i found some utensiws, awong with an aiw-tight containew wawge enough to howd a faiwwy heawthy powtion of udon.

zexaw tends to wequiwe a wot of enewgy to maintain, so we've weawned it's necessawy to eat wawgew powtions if thewe's to be any hope of feewing satisfied aftew the fact. I onwy had a wight bweakfast today, but i weiwdwy didn’t feew aww that hungwy. Stiww, bettew to be safe wathew than sowwy and pack mowe than necessawy.

aftew checking to make suwe the udon was hot enough, i fiwwed and seawed up the containew, tuwning back eagewwy to check on astwaw, who was wost in thought, “aww set. You good to go?”

astwaw jowted back to weawity as he tuwned towawds me, “oh, yes,” befowe making ouw way back to my woom.

hanging the empewow's key off one of the cwimbing howds was suwpwisingwy one of the most effective pwaces fow stowing it. It's not wike anyone besides mysewf used the cwimbing waww, at weast no one who can get into my woom without bweaking and entewing. It's awso safew than weaving it on my desk, whewe thewe's a chance i couwd wand thewe when coming back out of the key.

with a bwief chuckwe, i piped, "couwd you get the doow, astwaw? my hands awe a bit occupied."

"i stiww need one of youw hands to bwing you inside," he stated mattew-of-factwy.

"uhh... hewe, you'ww have to howd my wwist," i offewed up the hand that was cwutching the utensiws.

"that'ww do."

as astwaw wwapped his fingews dewicatewy awound the base of my awm, his othew hand waised itsewf towawds the empewow's key. A bwiwwiant fwash of yewwow wight fiwwed the woom befowe we wewe both puwwed into the wowwd of the key, standing on top of the diffewent dimension aiwship.

the gentwe hum fwom the ship fiwwed the othewwise empty desewt wowwd twapped in etewnaw night. Setting down the stuff off to the side, i took a moment to twy and steady the chopsticks on the off chance a sudden gust of wind pushed them off the side of the ship.

i heawd astwaw speak up, “yuma, wait.”

admittedwy, i didn't even know if wind existed in hewe, “what's up?”

“is it awwight if we discuss a few mattews, in zexaw.”

pausing, i tuwned towawds him, swowwy, “…anything in pawticuwaw?”

“i’d wike to know, what exactwy has been on youw mind today.”

thewe weawwy is no hiding fwom astwaw, is thewe. My shouwdews swumped.

i've known fow yeaws he couwd sense my emotions, but i guess i awways kinda hoped that… maybe with enough sewf-contwow, it wouwdn't be so bad on him.

“...You fewt aww that, huh?”

he gave a sympathetic smiwe awong with a swight shwug. “youw emotions have a high wesonance to them. They can be hawd to ignowe, even when i twy to fow youw sake.”

i sighed, the cownews of my mouth wising swightwy. “suwe...” swiftwy getting back up and pointing a fingew towawds him, i continued, “-but on the condition, we make this quick! it’d be a waste to wet the food go cowd.”

astwaw wetuwned a smaww gwin. “i can agwee to that,” he wepwied, offewing his hand out invitingwy.

joining my hand with his own, we puwwed each othew cwose. Two hawves of a pas de deux, fow a pwivate pewfowmance we’d pwacticed too many times to count.

left weg, wight awm, tiwt of the neck. …a dance onwy we knew.

one, comes two.

bwoken. Bonding. Heawing.

bweathe in, dissowve, don’t wook.

abandon singuwawity.

enewgy. Mattew. Cweaved apawt, weaved togethew.

wowwds cowwide. Wowwds apawt.

found. And weunited. Thoughts that can’t be spoken.

we awe…

they’we hewe.

an awm wwapped in etheweaw siwk stwetched befowe ouw eyes towawds the uneawthwy sky. Soft wadiaw gowd suwwounded ouw fowm. The gowden gwow of wife itsewf.

without aww the cumbewsome awmouw in the way, we couwd enjoy a cewebwatowy twiww in this fowm. Thewe was no need fow the extwa pwotection wight now; this was a moment of west. One which we wewe mowe than happy to savouw.

ouw shawed bwiss. It has twuwy been too wong.

thewe's a unique intimacy that comes fwom shawing a body. Subtwe feewings that might be wost in the wimitations of wanguage awe void in such a state. Gwanted, it comes with its own unique pwobwems.

thewe was much unease thwoughout the day, wasn't thewe.

yes, wewating to... wast night.

oh? what about wast night? astwaw's consciousness spwintewed off enough fwom zexaw to stand as a unique entity within the gowden mindscape. Pwease, do speak up about it.

yuma hesitantwy bwought his own shawd into being. ...How sacwed is emotion-shawing?

sacwed? it's not wesewved fow individuaws of cewtain wanks if that is the question.

weww, no. The question is mowe… is it tweasuwed. Who is it wesewved fow?

...It can be done with anyone the shawew sees fit, but… astwaw's diwect wink with yuma's wed fewvouw gwanted enhanced insight into the othew's distwess. Why does this question bwing such concewn though?

weww, wast night, was that... what happened… was it a fiwst time fow both of us?

a sudden suwge of joy and giddiness wushed fowth fwom astwaw's othewwise bwue cawm. In any othew context, this miwth might have manifested as an ewuption of waughtew. Yes, yes that… that it was!

confusion emanated fwom yuma. So why is it so funny?!

apowogies. The bwue entity diawwed theiw joy down. Many tewevision pwogwams had spoken of the impowtance wegawding someone's "fiwst time", yet they nevew cwawified the detaiws.

a twickwe of nostawgia wingewed fow a moment. To weawn that that's what they had been wefewwing to aww this time, and to have unknowingwy pawtaken in such a significant event… it is suwpwising, and pewhaps what humans wouwd considew comedic.

waves of wewief owiginated fwom yuma. ...Of couwse, to have wowwied ovew nothing.

not nothing, it is undewstandabwe to have wowwied. But, shouwd mowe wowwy due to it be expected?

it's not impossibwe.

then what can be done to pwevent it?

pewhaps… thewe was hesitancy, but a kindwing ewation as weww. If events and expewiences simiwaw to what occuwwed wast night… be shawed onwy between the two of us...?

astwaw pwojected weassuwance. Then considew it done.

...Awwight. Yuma couwd onwy be descwibed as a bundwe of inspiwited euphowia.

“let us eat.”

@shifuto @cosmic-orion @little-mx-cryptic

#kweyshipping #owo

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anjoartist · 5 years

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So what sort of requests do you take? I kinda have something in mind but I’m not sure

oof yeah I need to start finishing those lmaO ay yo I'll take p much anything, the only time I won't if the request is morrally wrong and I see your request and it's all good!!! I'll knock out all my current requests and I'll get to yours as soon as possible úwù

#oho yeah #some wont be color me sowwy #but no one said i had to lmaOo #ill for sure do it bro dont wowwy #ask #im at school rn so pls be patient me sorry ;;;

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thebrownssociety · 4 years

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We’ll Walk With You

Elmer Fudd did not want to leave his house.

He wasn’t entirely sure exactly WHEN he decided he didn’t want to leave, he just knew that now he didn’t. After all it was much safer staying inside than going outside.

It worked for about two days [which was pretty good going to be honest] until Elmyra called:

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yes fine.” [He’s not. It’s a lie]

“It’s just Monty-Wonty says he hasn’t seen you recently…”

‘Monty-Wonty’ lives two streets away, Elmer pointed out. How would he even see him anyway?

Elmyra says that’s a point. She takes a breath like she’s going to ask something else, but Elmer gets in first and asks her if she’s seen Rhoda recently. The question about her ‘best friend’ [Elmer has concerns about that part] seems to cheer her up and she happily talks to him for forty-five minutes about Rhoda’s new hairstyle, Rhoda’s new dress, Rhoda’s new car…

He’s sorry he asked.

Eventually she hangs up and he gets back to his life. Not that there’s very much of that happening at the moment.

The next toon is Porky. Good old Porky Pig.

“S-so E-elmer, are you c-, are you com-, are you com- heading over any time soon?”

Elmer rolls his eyes, thankful that Porky can’t see him and fibs. “Sowwy Powky, but I’ve been so busy wecentwy-“

“R-really? Because E-elmyra mentioned to H-Ha-Hampton that you hadn’t been – hadn’t been up – hadn’t been doing anything recently.”

Damn Elmyra.

“S-she said she’s worried about you, Elmer.”

DAMN Elmyra.

He laughed. “Oh, don’t wowwy, I’m fine. Why wouwdn’t I be?”

A beat and then a serious. “T-that’s what I’m try to f- to fi – to fin – to suss out.”

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding. Now Elmyra’s setting spies on him! And one of his oldest friends at that! She might as well have set Bugs on him and called it a day!

“…E-elmer are you there?”

He slams the phone down on him and lets out a frustrated groan. Why can’t the world just leave him alone?

He get’s his wish for another three days. By that point he’s nearly run out of food, he’s grown a long grey beard and his eyes are tired. He just wants to sleep…

Knock knock.

Oh, you have GOT to be kidding!

He brings his knees in tight to his chest and waits. If he waits long enough the toon will get bored and go away-

“Elmer, are you there?”

Unless it’s Bugs Bunny. Damn. Damn, damn, damn. Well, it could be worse. It could be-

“Yoo-hooo! Old Fuddsey! Fuddsey-Pal!”

Never mind.

“I’m not home!” He yells before he could stop himself.

There was a silence that was just long enough for Fudd to kid himself that they had actually listened to him for once and were going away again. Leaving him to…whatever this was-

A rattle of the door-handle rid him off that notion. “C’mon Fuddsey, let us in!” Bugs called.

He stuck his fingers in his ears and willed them to go away. Maybe if he concentrated really hard…made a wish like that stupid Disney song. How did it go again? When you wish-

A hand gently landed on his shoulder. Elmer screeched and shot into the air, going head-first through the ceiling. He blinked groggily, looking around the room. Where was he? It was dark. He didn’t like it.

“Oh well done, Bugsth! Now we’re gonna have to pay the renovation fee!”

A spider crawled towards him. Elmer hated spiders.

“GET ME DOWN FROM HEWE!”

There was a pause. Elmer could hear vague mumblings coming from underneath him.

The spider was getting closer.

“NOW!” He screeched.

Two sets of hands grabbed his ankles and pulled. Hard.

Elmer came back through the ceiling – taking more of the plaster with him – and landed on the cold hard floor. He blinked and looked up and Bugs and Daffy who were looking at him with expressions he couldn’t quite identify.

Daffy got a file and quickly did his nails, while snarking. “You know you could have said pleaseth”

Elmer burst into tears.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent crying, but the next thing he knew a tissue was being pressed into his nose and he heard a soft. “Here. Blow.”

He blew. The tissue was taken away from him and he heard a:

“Eew, grosth.” Followed by the bin opening then shutting.

He gave a little laugh.

“So…” Said a voice he now recognised to be Bugs. “Not to be corny or anything but…what’s up Doc?”

Another little laugh that turned into a bigger laugh, that turned into a slightly hysterical laugh-

SLAP

Daffy had hit him.

He’d always been sensible in a crisis.

“…Thanks.”

“No problem.” Bugs edged closer, sat next to him, looking at him warily, like one might to a wounded animal.

How ironic.

“…So? What’s up?”

Elmer opened his mouth, then closed it again. He closed his eyes, trying to think, trying to put the words in some sort of order.

Bugs and Daffy patiently waited.

After quite a long while Elmer croaked. “I-I don’t know…”

“You don’t know!?” Daffy echoed. “We waited two lines for that!? What a rip-off!”

“Daff-“ Bugs said and his tone was sharp.

Elmer licked his lips. “I don’t know what I’m meant to say…”

“Why have ya not been going outside for the past few weeks?” Bugs asked.

He shrugged.

“Okay, why have ya been avoidin’ people for the past few weeks?”

He shrugged.

“Okay, why have you been avoiding ELMYRA of all toons for the past few weeks?”

He shrugged.

Bugs threw his hands in the air. “Are ya gonna do anythin’ but shrug!?”

He shrugged.

Bugs leaned forward – probably trying to strangle him – but Daffy suddenly appears in-between them, holding his arms out to separate them.

“Okay.” He says. “Letsh jush cut to the good stuff, because I want my lunch. What are you scared off?"

Elmer opens his mouth. He closes it again.

What is he scared of? When did this start? He doesn’t know.

“…I don’t know.” He whispers.

“I don’t know.” He said again, slightly louder.

“I don’t know!” He yells.

A hand was flung across his mouth. “We heard ya the foirst time, Doc, sheesh…” Bugs says, while cleaning out his ear.

Daffy nodded slowly. “Okey. Letsh shee what you’re working with here…” He got up, headed to Elmer’s cupboards and riffled through them. “Lame, lame, lame…” He said, throwing tins over his shoulder. “What? Is that it!? Where’s the good stuff? The bread? The milk? The clam-juice?”

Clam-juice?

“This won’t do.” The next thing he’s aware of, he’s being pulled to his feet. “C’mon Fuddsey. We’re going shopping.”

Elmer stops immediately. Clings to the door-handle. “What? In a maww?”

Daffy rolls his eyes. “No. In a china shop. Yesh! A mall! C’mon!”

“No! No! I can – I can’t! T-thewe’s toons thewe! A-anything could happen!”

“Anything can happen anywhere.” Bugs said, logically. “That’s part of the thing about being anywhere, stuff tends to happen-”

“-But not inside.” Elmer says, desperately. “Things don’t happen inside!”

Bugs and Daffy looked at each other.

“Elmer, are you scared about going outside?” Bugs asks.

“No! Er…yes, but no. I-I can’t expwain -but pwease. Pwease don’t make me. Pwease…”

Another pause. The Bugs gently, cautiously puts his arms round him and gives him a hug. “Maybe not the mall.” He says, softly. “Not for the foist outing. How about de end of the street? We’ll walk there and back again. Ten minutes tops. Have you been out anywhere lately?”

“J-just the back gawden and the end of the dwiveway…”

Bugs nodded. “Think you can manage the end of the street? We’ll walk there and back with you. Five minutes tops.”

Five minutes. He should be able to manage five minutes, surely?

Daffy opens the door.

Elmer steps gingerly to the step. The world looks so far away. He feels sick.

A hand on his shoulder. “We’ll walk with you.” Bugs says, again.

He nods, unable to speak properly.

“One step at a time. C’mon, step down…”

With some coaxing he manages to make the end of the driveway.

Daffy looks at his watch. “Well, that took a minute and a half.” He said.

Bugs glared. “That’s fine.” He said.

“FINE!? How is that ‘fine’!?”

Bugs growls softly. “One moment Elmer…” He grabs Dafy’s arm and hisses something in his ear.

Daffy nods and runs off.

“W-whewe’s he going?”

“He’s gone to the mall to get some food for you.”

That’s very nice of Daffy. He must do something to repay him. Something he’d appreciate. That’s it! He wouldn’t shoot him for a whole week! That’d be good…

“Well Doc? Are we going?”

Elmer looked at the tarmac, swallowed, and stepped onto it.

It didn’t swallow him up. Lightning did not strike him. He did not collapse.

He took a few steps with Bugs towards the end of the street.

Bugs talks with him about what some of the other looney tunes have been up to. Some of it he knew. The other 95 percent he didn’t.

“I’m back!” Daffy skids to a halt in front of them. “They were out of clam juice, but I managed to get some milk and bread and some other stuff as well. Do you like chilli?”

“Er…”

“Never mind, I’ll give it to Speedy. Well. Here you go.” Daffy dumps the stuff in his arms. “That’ll be 128 dollars 38 cents. I’ll take a cheque.”

Elmer staggers with the stuff. “Suppose we better get back then…” He said, trying not to sound to relieved.

Bugs nodded. “Yeah. Besides. It was five minutes five minutes ago. Congratulations Elmer – you did double time.”

Elmer blinked. “Did I?”

“Yeah, you did. I didn’t tell ya ‘cos I wanted ta see if you’d notice. But yeah. We could do this again next week, if you’d like?”

Elmer opened his mouth ready to say no. Then he closed it again. This outing had been quite nice after all and he did like spending time with Bugs and Daffy – when they weren’t being annoying…

“Elmer?”

“…Yes. I think I’d like that.”

#fanfiction #looney tunes #elmer fudd #bugs bunny #daffy duck #porky pig #elmyra duff

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