#i should be able to finish them in a week

[alexa-fika]

Would you be up for writing an oneshot with abandoned baby Dokucha being found by the Cross Guild? Croco and Buggy would probably not care too much at the beginning but quickly warm up to them. Mihawk is the doting and responsible daddy. Croco would love to have the little one on his lap when “disciplining” people, especially Buggy, like “how should daddy Buggy be punished today for screwing up again?” before releasing the Bananawanis. Would totally give them a baby Bananawani, who greatly dislikes Buggy. Dokucha would copy Mihawks behaviour and way of being, Mihawk is sitting on the table having breakfast and reading the newspaper, so will they. Buggy is the one funny daddy and who gets them in trouble and doesn’t think much if it’s safe for Dokucha, like taking them to a heist or so. Imagine how darn cute this would be and the three taking care of them!! 😭🥰

Baby’s Judgement ( Crocodile x gn!child!reader! X Mihawk)

A/N Here we go!!! I always day that :/ always be saying im back but then I disappear for two weeks only to repeat🫣 Listen! Time just escaped me din’t even noticed it had been that long, plan was to do in the plane but I just kind a spent the hours staring into nothingness instead. Anyhow, not sure how to feel about this one so let me know what you think. But also do note that this Dokucha got raised by these mean since they were a baby so as such they share the same morally questionable morals the men have.

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics and @/drinkthesky

“Croki, where we goin’?” The small toddler wondered as they tried to keep up with the man’s long strides.

“I have something to show you,” he huffed out, pausing slightly so the child could catch up to him. 

“in the arium?”

“Aquarium,” he scoffed out.

“Arium?”

He let out a sigh, picking them up a 

“K,” he sounded, looking at the child.

“K!” 

“Kwe” 

“Kwe,” they parroted

“Aquarium” he finished.

“Arium!” They stated, seemingly proud of their ‘accomplishment.’ 

“You’re hopeless.”

“‘M’ not!”

“Perhaps I should just feed you to the bananawani,” Crocodile mused, a smirk growing on his face as he did

“No!” They cried, hugging his neck tight

“Yes, I’m sure they would enjoy eating a brat for dinner.” 

“Wah!! You’re mean!”

“Kuahaha! That’s how the world works, kid,” he laughed, making his way into the underground layer he had built to keep the giant beasts and any unfortunate soul that he and his associate decided to ‘spare’ from a swift death.

“Relax, those bastards wouldn’t do anything to you even if I told them to; they like you,” he called out once his chuckles had died down as he made his way into the shallow area of the aquarium, eventually giving rise to a section littered with sand and illuminated by a skylight place above the area.

The place allowed the huge reptiles to laze around on dry land if they so wanted to, the sand warmed by the sun above a welcome feeling to the crocodiles.

For the following months, however, this place was far from just a place for them to have their daily dose of vitamin D. Instead, it became a highly coveted place, one that the workers were not able to bypass for their usual duties as the bananawani became incredibly devoted to the care of their very own treasure that they were zealous to, thus the small layer although normally occupied by a few of Crocodile’s most trusted subordinates now lay close to empty.

However, the beasts were willing to make a few exceptions to their no-trespassing rule. The first one was the man himself, not only because Crocodile was the one who offered the crocs all the care they needed but also because the man had a new addition to himself as of late.

“Babies!” Dokucha exclaimed happily, running towards said hatchlings with glee.

It turns out that due to Crocodile establishing his dominance over the reptiles from the beginning, they had not only considered the man an extension of themselves but a superior of sorts. As such, the bananawani never reacted aggressively to his presence, this and the fact that Dokucha now lingered next to him, after all, he was in the same position as them: taking care of a young one.

“Croki, look! They have babies!”

“I know, it’s their mating season,” he mumbled as he placed one of his usual cigars in his mouth, looking as the child prattled on to one of the hatchling’s parents about the babies that littered the area.

“Croki” they called, gaining the attention of the man from the lighter on his hand back to the child as they let out a grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the task of igniting the cigar. 

“Look!”

Satisfied with the spark leaving the cigar and it’s signature cloud of smoke following, he moved his full attention to the toddler, watching as they hauled up a hatchling.

“They didn’t have a mommy or daddy.”

Crocodile let out a hum at their words.

“That one’s parents died a while ago, a sea beast if I remember right”

“Died?”

“Yes.”

“Who will take care of it?” they frowned, hugging them close, letting out tiny giggles as the Crocodile began giving them small nips.

“Just take it with you; I don’t really care,” he dismissed as he turned around, heading to the large table that decorated the center of the room.

Dokucha grinned looking down at the reptile in his hands with a grin.

“I take care of Baby!” they yelled, spinning the wani around with joy, skidding to a stop at the sound of muffled cries.

“Oi, Brat, come here” he called.

“I’m comin!” they cheered, running towards him with the Bananawani held snuggly in their arms as they climbed into the ex-warlords lap.

“You see that man?” he questioned as he gestured to one of the nearby cells.

“Man?” they mimicked, looking up towards the cell, spotting the source of the cries they had heard coming from a man in one of the otherwise empty cells, his cries muffled by a cloth tied around his head.

“Yes, see, the guy thought it would be a good idea to try and sell us out to the Marines,” he mumbled, a dark smirk growing on his face as he whispered the words to the child, ensuring that his voice remained loud enough for the terrified man to hear.

“What should I do with him?”

“Do with him?”

“Yes, should I feed him to the bananaWanis?” he suggested, his smirk widening at the rise in cries coming from the cells at the suggestion.

“No!” they protested with a pout looking up at Crocodile, much to the relief of the defected pirate.

“That would give the Wani’s a tummy ache!”

“Is that so? What should I do then?”

Dokucha shrugged, playing with the baby bananawani on their lap with a smile.

“Sand?”

The man’s relief previous relief at the thought of being spared dissipated into terror at the pirate’s following words

“Ah, that’s right. You said you wanted more sand for your sandbox, right?’”

“Mmhm”

“Well then, looks like your fates decided,” Crocodile cackled as he activated his devil-fruit

“Kai!”

“There you are; I was looking for you, “Mihawk called, watching them run into the room he sat on, gingerly placing the wine on a nearby table to accept the child jumping towards him.

“What were you doing?” he questioned, positioning them in this lap so he could balance both them and his glass of wine.

“Croki was turning a mean man into sand!” they piped up, raising what looked to be a small sippy cup in excitement.

“Ah. so he finally got rid of that pest,” he stated

“Yeah, and look!” they yelled, pulling out a small satchel from their side and grinning as the bananwani promptly jumped out as soon as they opened the satchel, letting out small chirps as they climbed into their lap.

“I have a baby!”

“Please do tell me why that is a good idea,” Mihawk called, looking over the child’s shoulders.

“I see no harm in them taking care of it; he can watch out for the brat, they can be nasty things even as hatchlings” Crocodile’s voice rings out as he enters the room, taking his place next to MIhawk.

“Besides, they seem to hate the clown as well, and he has been getting too comfortable around the brat lately,” he grunted.

The swordsman lets out a thoughtful hum at the word, seemingly mulling over the idea the devil user had given.

“I doubt a hatchling will be enough to stop that fool from trying to take them away; some lessons just need to be taught personally,” he called, taking a sip from his drink. He raised an eyebrow as the child next to them seemed to imitate his hand’s placement with their own cup.

He gave a small roll of his eyes as he put the wine down as he stood up, picking up the child who was quick to drop his cup in favor of grabbing the bananawani as they were lifted.

“Regardless, it is time for the child to go to bed, so I bid you farewell, for now; I trust I can leave the clown to you?” Mihawk called, looking at Crocodile

“I will,” he easily answered as he let a wisp of smoke escape him.

“If you want to join, you should hurry; I’m not sure he will be conscious if you take too long.”

“Very well,” he called as he walked away.

“But Kai! I’m not tired!” They whined, trying to get out of the man’s grasp

“Enough,” He sternly admonished

I don’t even know how to label the fic as cause it can’t be cross guild cause buggy is only mentioned but im not sure it really is equally crocodile and Mihawk, I think it’s more Crocodile centered 🤷🏽��♀️ Also in case theres any confusion the Kai nickname comes from hawkeye, a two year old would hardly pronounce that so its the last vowels that sound the HawKEYE = Kai :D aint that cute?

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Dating Jason Todd (Part Nine)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD, talking about religion

Part Nine: The Funeral of Jason Todd

It’s been five days since Jason was killed by the Joker. Kori, Gar and Rachel drove up from San Francisco four days ago. Bruce got back to Gotham three days ago. Roy and Thea would get to Wayne manor later today. You sat in Jason’s bed wearing his Silversun Pickups t-shirt. His bracelets you’d taken off his corpse were on the nightstand beside you. You looked to them and all the good memories they held. You then looked down to the air mattress Dick had slept on a week ago and all the complicated memories it held. You didn’t want to look at it anymore, it felt disrespectful and bothersome. You drained all the air from it and began folding it up when someone knocked on the door.

“Come in,” you say. The door opens, it’s Dick.

“Breathing in the five year old air?” He says attempting to be normal in such an abnormal situation. You don’t say anything in return. “I’ll finish doing that, Bruce has a question for you.”

“Fine,” you say as you get up and walk past him. You head down the stairs and find Bruce sitting in the living room. You sit in an armchair across from him.

“Y/N,” he says.

“Bruce,” you say with a sigh.

“I just had a quick question for you,” he says.

“Okay…let’s hear it,” you say.

“I was wondering your opinion on if we should do open or closed casket?” He says. His question takes you aback slightly. “I know the funeral home did the best they could, I’m just not sure everyone seeing him like that is the best idea,” he says.

“Closed casket, you, me and Dick can say goodbye and he’d want Roy, Alfred and Gar to be able to as well. But he wouldn’t want anyone else to see him, not like that,” you say.

“Right, thank you” Bruce says.

“No problem,” you say as you get up from the couch. You are about to go back upstairs when the doorbell rings. You look through the window to see Thea and Roy. You open the door and are immediately greeted by Thea hugging you.

“Hey,” she says softly.

“Hi,” you say. You always found comfort in Thea and your friendship. You grew up in Central City. After Oliver disappeared Thea began hanging out with the wrong crowd and got kicked out of her private school and then Star High School, so she went to Central High. You became close and you both ended up going to the same college in Star City. You’d helped Thea through losing her brother, her brother coming back, and finding out Malcom Merlin was her father. You guys had been through a lot and so you were glad she was here.

Roy had decided he wanted to be alone to say goodbye to Jason. Thea and you sat in Jason’s room on the bed. It reminded you of sleepovers you two had in high school and how you’d run around the Queen mansion having fashion shows and blasting club music.

“Can I get your opinion on something?” You ask her.

“Course,” she says.

“I took Jason’s bracelets when I found him, I didn’t want them to get locked up in evidence. I’m gonna put them back on him but I was wondering if I should put these too?” You say as you grab a stack of Polaroids. Thea begins looking through them. One is of you, Jason, Roy and Thea. Another is you, Gar, Jason, and Rachel from one of the many times you guys made pancakes. Another is you and Jason at a concert you went to. The last was one Jason took of you, it’s a portrait from your waist up of you in a lacy bright pink bra with a soft genuine smile; in it you’re wearing your pink diamond necklace.

“You totally don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to but we just always used to talk about boys and stuff…” Thea begins to say.

“Oh you’re fine, it’s you Thea you could ask me anything,” you say.

“Jason took this photo?” She asks as she holds up the polaroid of you in your bra. You nod yes. “Did you two ever?”

“No,” you say softly. “We made out all the time, we feel, felt, safe with each other and love each other but you know I’ve always been a bit scared of physical intimacy because of how I’ve been treated before,” you say. “He never pressured me, he was never weird or creepy about my body…he was perfect,” you say as you start crying. Thea pulls you into a hug.

“I think he’d want the Polaroids with him,” she says. Thea left and you got ready for the funeral. You wore a long sleeve black dress that went to just above your knee, you of course wore your pink diamond necklace and then simple black heels. You were putting on perfume when you heard a knock on the door.

“Come in,” you say. The door opens, it’s Dick dressed in a black suit.

“Bruce wanted me to tell you me, him, Alfred, Gar and Roy have said goodbye so you can head down when you’re ready and then we’ll close the casket,” he says.

“Okay, thank you” you say trying to keep it together. You follow Dick down the stairs. He points to the parlor where Jason is. You go inside and close the door behind you.

Sunlight pours in from the windows. Of course the one day Gotham has nice weather was the day you were putting the love of your life in the ground. You take a deep breath and then walk over to the casket. Jason wore a black suit with a white flower tucked into it. You couldn’t stop your eyes from looking at the “J” Joker had carved into the side of his face. A few tears escaped your eyes as you remembered the pain he endured during his final moments. You tucked the Polaroids into his jacket pocket. You held the bracelets in your hand as you realized putting them on him would mean you’d have to touch his corpse. You were disgusted at the idea of his cold skin. You debated for a moment asking Roy or Dick to do it for you but you reminded yourself it was still Jason and he would want you to do it. Carefully you pulled each bracelet onto his wrist. You didn’t want to kiss him on the lips; you wanted to remember your last kiss as warm and loving. Instead you pushed back his curls and kissed his forehead. As you were moving away from his face you once again noticed the “J”. You kissed the “J” carving lightly as one final act of love and comfort.

“I’ll see you again one day Jason, remember to save me a seat next to you in heaven. I will always love you,” you say softly to him. You think about saying goodbye but can’t bear to. Instead you smile gently at him. You pray the Hail Mary over him; knowing neither you or Jason agree with everything the Catholic Church has to say but you both were raised Catholic.

During the funeral you sit between Rachel and Thea; Gar was beside Rachel and Roy beside Thea. Donna turned up last minute and sat with Dick and Kori. You hadn’t figured out if she showed up for Dick, out of guilt for what happened at the tower, or to be there for you. Bruce sat with Alfred of course. Dawn and Hank were unsurprisingly no where to be found. You never understood why Hank disliked Jason so much; in your eyes they were very similar. Jason’s parents and Uncle Ray were all dead. You guys were his family. Alfred did the eulogy, apparently during Jason’s days of being Robin in Gotham he once asked Alfred to do it if he ever died. After mass you all headed back to Wayne manor where he’d be buried. One by one each person threw a rose into his grave; you were the last to throw a rose in.

Everyone sat in the parlor talking and sharing stories but you were too zoned out to actually listen to anything being said. You slipped away and headed outside to the grave.

“Everyone’s talking about you,” you said to his headstone. You sat down beside his grave. “I’ll never say this to anyone else but you going after Joker alone was really fucking stupid Jason. It was a dumb move…don’t worry if anyone else ever says that I’ll slap them. You should’ve taken me with you though…then at least maybe I could be buried beside you.” You lay down in the grass next to his grave. “Maybe in another life you never boosted that fucking car and we met some other way and fell in love and got married and got to gaslight our children into thinking Santa is real,” you say as you laugh slightly. Your playful laughing quickly turns into tears. You cry and cry. Then crying turns into sobbing and then suddenly the ground beneath you is literally wet with tears. You cry so hard you fall asleep there in the grass next to Jason’s grave.

Hey, sorry this chapter was so sad and dramatic but it is angst soooo yeah. I hope you enjoyed reading it and if you did remember to like. I appreciate any and all positive feedback, it encourages me to keep writing and posting parts. I have a lot of ideas to develop the red hood plot (I disliked titans plot line with scarecrow so I’m basically gonna lean more into under the red hood and then obviously my imagination). I also plan on writing backstory on how the reader met Dick and Jason and her time as a titan so if you’d be interested in that please follow me. If you haven’t read the other parts and want to remember to check out my Masterlist. Thank you for reading this series it’s super fun to write!

Here’s a link to my Masterlist btw if you wanted to check it out.

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Squealing Santa 2024 - Gift for @vampiretickles

~Happy Holidays @vampiretickles! I hope this fic finds you well, and that you have a lovely New Year’s. I’ve been seeing this ship everywhere; it’s about time I tried my hand at it. This is loaded with sweet, loving, absolutely disgusting fluff. I had fun with it! Could possibly be ooc, but I think it’s alright. If you celebrate, Happy Holidays! I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Stanford Pines

Ler: Fiddleford McGucket

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Summary: As per usual, Ford is refusing to step away from his work and rest. Fiddleford, sick of his partner running himself haggard, decides to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“Dag blast it- UGH!” Ford tossed his flaming trench coat to the ground, spewing colorful obscenities as he tried to put out the bright green fire. By the time he managed to stomp it out, his poor coat was in charred tatters.

“There goes another one…” He swore, tossing the ruined garment into his disposal bin. The smoking experiment on his table was an even greater let-down. Rubbing his temples, the scientist grabbed his ancient tape recorder and sighed into the device. “Attempt number 57 ends in…failure.”

Ford had been at it for nearly a week, trying test after test in an attempt to get the right combination. It was an experimental weirdness blocker that could—in theory—negate any powers or effects being in their odd town could bring.

The man’s reaction had been less than quiet. Fiddleford, who had come to visit his it’s-complicated-but-we’re-getting-there partner, was drawn to the room by all the noise. “Everythin’ alright in here, Stanford?”

Ford whipped around, eyes narrowed dangerously before he realized who had entered. “Oh…yes. Everything’s fine.”

“Sure doesn’t seem like it.” The old man stepped farther into the room, furrowing his brows. He’d been doing a lot better since Weirdmageddon; his beard was clean (though he preferred long, so it wasn’t cut), his clothes were clean and whole, and he was spewing less nonsense by the day. With his improved mental state, he was able to care for those around him. “You should take a break, Ford. It’d do ya some good.”

“I’m fine, Fiddleford,” Ford huffed, brushing off the advice. He knew the hillbilly was right, but that didn’t mean he had to listen.

“Uh-huh, sure. Gotta be true, what with the fire and screamin’.” Fidds looked over at the remnants of Ford’s trench coat knowingly. That quirked brow made Ford more defensive than it probably should have.

“I just need more time. A few hours, tops.” Ford poked the smoldering remains of his experiment, trying to figure out what went wrong.

The man needed a break, but he wasn’t going to take one willingly. It was up to McGucket to fix that.

“What ya need is to relax.” Closing the distance between them, Fiddleford wrapped his arms around his partner. He squeezed just tight enough so the weary man couldn’t escape.

“Fidds, come on. I’ll be done soon en- mmph!” Ford flinched, jolting in his partner’s grip. The hillbilly’s hands were resting on Ford’s hips. While that would usually be an appreciated gesture, his fingers were wiggling into the divots of the joint; it tickled, and they both knew it.

“What’sa matter, Stanford? Got a tickle in yer throat?” Fiddleford teased, knowing the silliness of it would get to Ford. The man never could handle childish teases. The effects were instantaneous.

“F-Fihidds, no! I dohon’t have time f-for nonsense!” Ford did his best to hold in his reactions, refusing to give up so easily. He didn’t necessarily need to finish his work that day, but it felt wrong to leave anything unfinished.

“Yet you’ve got time fer workin’ yerself to exhaustion, knowin’ ya ain’t got enough energy to do anythin’ actually productive.”

Ford scoffed at the direct call-out, his ears turning pink. Well…shit. Fiddleford had him pegged, and he really didn’t have a comeback for that. After a few seconds of watching the Pines gape like a fish, Fidds chuckled.

“That’s what I thought. Now, hush up ‘n lemme help ya.” Pressing a gentle kiss to one of the man’s pinkened ears, Fidds got back to work. His thin, bony fingers worked their way up Ford’s sides, digging in just enough to make him giggle.

“Fihiddlefohohord!” Rumbling, slightly raspy giggles shook the man’s shoulders as he tried not to squirm. While the tickling wasn’t exactly what he had planned for the afternoon, he couldn’t deny how nice it was to have McGucket pressed against him after feeling so stressed.

“That’s my name, yeah. You sure that experiment didn’ scramble yer brain pan?” Fidds teased him, resting his chin on his partner’s shaky shoulder.

“Behe quihihiet!” Ford couldn’t help but gasp when one of Fidds’s hands went back down to his hips, his fingers wiggling into the ticklish little divot once again.

“You should be a little nicer, darlin’. I got all ‘a my favorite spots right here, just waitin’ for some attention.” His words carried a playful threat, his other hand moving to tease near Ford’s pits. He felt the man shudder against him at the thought.

“No! Nohohoho, cohome on! Thihis is rihidiculous!” Stanford tried using his grumpy old man tone, but the constant giggling ruined the attempt at seriousness. He was forced to just sit there and squirm against his partner.

“That’s the whole point, ya old goof. Yer s’posed to be takin’ it easy; ridiculous fits the bill.” Fidds accentuated his point with a few kisses to Ford’s neck, though he was surprised by the adorably shrill noise the action received.

“KHHHHehehe! Fihidds!” Ford whined—actually whined—at the feeling, scrunching up his shoulders as much as the hold would allow. His neck was ticklish? How had the hillbilly never noticed before?

“I reckon someone’s been hidin’ somethin’ from me, hasn’t he?” With a giddy smirk, Fiddleford began kissing the back of Ford’s neck, purposefully nuzzling his scraggly beard against the flushed skin as well.

Ford gasped at the barrage of tickly kisses and nuzzles, strangled little giggles and incredibly silly noises getting caught in his throat as he scrunched up. It was an utterly adorable sight—one that his partner made sure to enjoy.

“Yer so cute when yer laughin’, Stanford,” McGucket cooed between kisses, putting a bit more of his weight on his partner to keep him still. “Daw, who am I kiddin’? Yer cute in general.”

The silver-haired man could feel his face burning from all the affectionate teasing. He could usually keep his emotions in check; the decades he spent in chaotic and dangerous dimensions taught him to be stoic on command.

When it came to Fiddleford, however, all of that conditioning seemed to disappear. He felt like a flustered teen playing wingman for Stanley again, though the feeling was a lot more intense and a helluva lot more enjoyable.

“Lohohohove, p-plehehehease! Ihi- GYEhehehe! Ihihi cahahan’t!” Ford blushed even harder just from the ludicrous nature of his own words. Gracious, he was pathetic…and he didn’t really mind it. His sides were growing quite sore, however, and he couldn’t take much more of the heavy giggling. “Fihihidds, plehease!”

The bearded man heard the difference in Ford’s tone, easing off to kiss his rosy cheeks instead. “Alright, alright, settle down. I’m done bein’ mean.” Gently, he guided the giggly man over to the small room he’d forced Ford to furnish, getting him settled on the nearly untouched mattress. “Told ya you’d need a nappin’ room down here.”

“Nohot the time toho glohohoat…” Ford huffed, snuggling up against his lanky partner. Fuck, he couldn’t work any more if he wanted to, which…he kind of didn’t. He was exhausted, his thoughts were sluggish, and he was really in the mood for cuddles. “Sneaky bastard.”

“Only fer you, darlin’.” Fidds peppered his face with kisses, running a hand through his fluffy silver hair.

Ford mumbled grievances, but it was obvious the touch was melting him. He was so tired…but he didn’t want the attention to end. “Could you…mmphf.”

“What’s that now? Gotta speak up.” Fiddleford had an idea of what the cuddly man wanted to say, but he was gonna make him ask for it. His flustered voice was just too adorable to resist.

It was absolutely evil, in Ford’s eyes.

“Just…don’t stop? I don’t want you to…you know. Lightly.”

Fidds bit his lip, chuckling softly at the embarrassed, broken request. Ford really was terrible at asking for what he wanted… Still, the attempt was the best he’d gotten yet.

“M’kay, I won’t make ya beg. C’mere.” Snaking a hand up Ford’s shirt, the bearded man began ever so gently tickling his partner’s sides, back, and neck. His hand drifted, the touch just present enough to tickle.

“Mmhmhmhm…” A wobbly smile tugged at Ford’s lips as he pressed his face into Fiddleford’s chest, giggling softly. Each small noise was little more than an exhale, gentle enough for his aching sides to rest while keeping him giddy. Fidds always knew exactly what he needed, and—better yet—exactly how to give it to him.

“Maybe I should start doin’ this every time ya refuse to rest. It’s workin’ pretty well, I reckon.” Fidds felt his heart swell at the sight of him, loving how he just gave in to the giggly affection.

“Shuhush,” Ford huffed lovingly, moving in to kiss him. His stubbly upper lip scratched Fidds’s as he blindly leaned in. Their lips met, each smiling against the other’s as they drifted off wholly into their own little world.

While he would’ve loved to keep kissing Ford for the rest of the night, he could feel how sluggish the man was getting. It was time to rest. He pulled away from the kiss, lovingly stroking Ford’s sides.

“Alright, darlin’. Time to turn in.” Wrapping his thin legs around the man’s waist, Fiddleford gently scratched Ford’s scalp to wind down. As expected, the scientist let out a sleepy sigh, leaning right into the touch. Fidds’s other hand was still stroking his sides, barely tickling. It was sweet, domestic, and made both men feel oh so loved and whole.

“Mhmmm…goodnihight, love.” Ford muttered one last endearment before dozing off, finally giving in to the drowsiness that washed over him. He felt a few light kisses on the crown of his head, reassuring him all the way to unconsciousness.

“G’night, Stanford. I love ya, darlin’.” Fiddleford held Ford close, sighing contentedly as he heard the man’s breathing even out. Finally, he’d gotten his stubborn partner to pass out and rest. The next day would bring the same challenge, but he’d be more than ready to face and overcome it.

He had love on his side, after all. And tickles. With those, he couldn’t possibly lose.

[dark-elf-writes]

Another prompt for birthday week if you dont mind: Inko tries to get back on Izuku’s good side after abandoning him at her brother Shouta’s place because Izuku is a famous hero. Izuku’s partner cuts her off

Hitoshi just wanted to go to sleep.

It was hardly a new feeling for him. There was little he loved more than sinking onto the nearest semi-flat surface to catch whatever sleep he could after finishing his patrols, made even better when he could coax Izuku to lay with him, so he could soak in their warmth and bury his face in their curls to just breathe them in. But here, standing halfway in one of the second floor windows and making eye contact with familiar green eyes in a very unfamiliar face standing in front of his front door, there was little he wanted more than to be decidedly unconscious.

Instead he sighed as he eased back out the window, making sure to slide it closed before he dropped down to meet their unwelcome guest. The last thing he wanted was the sound to carry and wake Izuku. They needed all the rest they could get before their own patrol started... or someone called in a Code Red that couldn't be solved by anyone else.

Hitoshi shoved his hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit, and dipped his head into the coils of his capture scarf, cursing himself for slinging off his persona chords and hanging them from his belt when he caught sight of their home.

"What?"

The woman blinked, seemingly taken aback by the rude demand. Hitoshi couldn't imagine what else she expected showing up on a stranger's doorstep before dawn.

"I want to see my s-- my child."

"Tough. Now leave."

"Excuse--!"

Hitoshi wanted to slam his head into the door, but that would, unfortunately, wake Izuku who would come running to find them on the doorstep. He settled for a bone deep sigh instead. "Look, there's no way in hell I'm letting you see anyone that you might think is in this house, and, no, I will not be passing a message either. It is as a courtesy you do not deserve and out of a deep desire not to do any more work tonight that I am not going to arrest you for trespassing right here. Leave before I decide that having you gone is worth more to me than my dislike of paperwork."

"You can't keep my from my child!"

A flash of anger had Hitoshi barking out a cruel laugh. "Your child? Where?"

"Izuku is--"

"An Aizawa. Or, technically, Shinsou-Aizawa now. You made it damn clear that they weren't your child when you abandoned them, just like they made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with you should you come crawling back now that you think they're suddenly valuable to you. Now I have had a very long night and don't have the patience to hold your hand through what child abandonment means. Get off of my property before I remove you from it. I guarantee I will enjoy the second option far more than you will."

Inko Midoriya huffed as she seemingly decided that whatever her plan was would work better when not in jail for trespassing and stomped her way back down the path. Hitoshi watched until she disappeared around the corner. Waited even longer until his phone buzzed in his pocket.

(How Nezu knew what was going on, Hitoshi didn't want to know. He liked being able to sleep whenever he could manage it, and the politest Not Shovel Talk of his life at sixteen had done enough damage to that already. All he needed to know was Nezu was just as protective over his former personal student as he was.)

Izuku stirred when Hitoshi finally slipped into bed, all sleep-warm skin and pillow lines through their smile as they seemingly tried to climb into him they pressed so close. "What took you so long?" They mumbled into his bare shoulder.

"Nothing important," He promised, pressing a kiss to their curls. "Just an annoyance."

They hummed and moments later their soft snores filled the room once more. Hitoshi smiled before following them into sleep.

[pttwice]

forever (3)

|| littleautistic!dahyun, cg!satzu ||

tw: mentions of abuse, abandonment, and violence

Sana feels like the most successful person in the world as the first week of taking care of Dahyun comes to an end. Other than a few scares in the department store when Sana had to go Christmas shopping, Dahyun did well. She was quiet, but she spoke a little bit more, always holding onto Sana’s hand.

“This?” Dahyun asks as she tugs on Sana’s sleeve. She points to the coloring page she’s been working on for a few minutes.

Sana turns, briefly moving her attention for the gift she’s wrapping for Tzuyu to the picture of a polar bear with a Santa hat. “That’s a polar bear,” Sana says, voice soft and sweet. She pulls up a picture on her phone and shows it to the little girl. “They live where it’s super cold.”

Dahyun nods, taking her time to soak up the information. She looks at the orange crayon in her hand and shakes her head, picking out a white one instead. “Polar bear.”

“That’s right, Hyun. You’re so smart.”

Sana’s not sure where the nickname came from, but every time she calls Dahyun ‘Hyun’, she notices that the girl seems happier. She can almost see the warmth spreading through her body at the praise.

Dahyun continues to work on the coloring page, switching between white and red for the polar bear, Santa hat, and presents surrounding it. Tzuyu comes home earlier than Sana expects, forcing her to finish gift wrapping once everyone’s asleep.

“I can’t believe you had to work Christmas Eve,” Sana says with a pout as she gets up to kiss her wife.

Tzuyu chuckles softly and returns the kiss. She wraps her arms around Sana’s waist, hands supporting her lower back. “Well, I volunteered today so I can spend all day with you and the little tofu sitting there.”

This draws a giggle from Dahyun for the first time. She’s never heard someone call her that before and she thinks she likes it. She knows tofu to be soft and white. Is it squishy too? Probably.

Tzuyu lets Sana go and sits down beside Dahyun. She keeps a few inches between them, knowing that she’s warmed up to her wife more than herself. “What’s that, Hyun?”

Dahyun looks up at Tzuyu, slightly unsure about the woman still. But, after a pause, she holds up her coloring page proudly. She points to it and Sana swears she sees her chest puff out with a little pride as she says, “Polar bear.”

“Wow! A polar bear, huh? And you even colored it white. Good job, kiddo.” Tzuyu praises the little girl and feels her heart ache at the beaming smile she’s been given. She moves to stand up so she can put her work bag away, not wanting Dahyun to see any potentially violent files, but she’s stopped before she can even move to her knees.

Dahyun sets her coloring page down and crawls into Tzuyu’s lap. She wiggles a bit to situate herself in the space where Tzuyu’s legs are crossed, then picks up another coloring page and a blue crayon for a fish.

Tzuyu slowly looks back at Sana, mouth open in shock as she points to Dahyun. Sana’s equally as confused, but she stays quiet. Both under the impression that Sana’s the favorite and Tzuyu’s only sometimes safe to be near, they’re not sure what to make of the scene.

Sana stares for a little while longer before she’s able to begin to process what she’s seeing. Once she moves back to the living room floor, she smiles softly and leans back on her hands. “Is Tzuyu comfy, Hyun?”

Without looking up from her coloring page, Dahyun nods. She flaps her left hand around, her right still working on staying in the lines of the picture, and smiles. Dahyun starts to hum as she colors, something Sana’s noticed she only does when she’s feeling safe and comfortable.

“What should I do?” Tzuyu mouths to Sana who just shrugs. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and takes a quick picture, not wanting to forget this moment.

Sana and Tzuyu love kids. As a teacher, Sana is always around children, and even though she doesn’t make a lot of money, she’s rewarded whenever they excel in her class. Tzuyu’s always been a bit hesitant of taking care of children directly, but whenever she’s at work, she’ll stop at nothing to ensure their safety.

Sana drinks in the moment, giggling softly at Tzuyu’s still bewildered look as she awkwardly sits under Dahyun. Although she sitting as stiff as a cardboard box, she knows that inside her wife’s as excited as a kid on Christmas.

//

One thing that Sana’s learned about Dahyun is that she’s very particular about her food. The first night she was with them, they had fried chicken, carrots, and radish for a side dish.

Dahyun was happily eating, quiet as usual, until the edge of a carrot touched a piece of her chicken. Sana watched as the content smile on her face disappeared, quickly replaced by a deep frown. She pushed the carrot back to the others, but Dahyun’s frown stayed. They tried to get her yo eat the rest of her food, but she wouldn’t budge.

Tonight, Sana decided to order tteokbokki. She’s learned since last time and makes sure that Dahyun’s plate has separate places for her food to go. One little walled off part is for the tteokbokki, one is for green beans, and another is for tofu.

Dahyun nearly devours the tofu and tteokbokki, but she pushes the green beans from her own plate to Tzuyu’s.

“You don’t want to try the green beans, Hyun?” Tzuyu stabs one of the green beans with her fork and eats it, smiling as Dahyun sticks her tongue out. The girl raises her hand to pull at the hair above her ear, but Sana gently redirects her hand to her lap.

“It’s okay, Hyun. You don’t have to eat them. We just wanted to make sure you had the chance.”

Sana’s gentle. Dahyun likes that she’s gentle and she likes that she’s not forced to eat food she thinks is yucky. It’s a foggy memory, but she can see a group of men forcing her to eat a yucky food that she’s never liked. Maybe it was green beans.

“Uhm…” Dahyun starts, looking down at her plate as she tries to find her words.

Sana and Tzuyu are patient. They learned after a few hours that Dahyun barely speaks and when she does it’s only a few words at a time. Sana’s fairly certain now that Dahyun has autism, but she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She knows that drawing attention to it now, especially when things are so hectic in Dahyun's little brain, will only make things harder for her.

"Uhm... what- what-" Dahyun huffs, frustrated with herself. Sana's seen this a hundred times in the week that they've had her and it breaks her heart. Dahyun starts to speak, has an idea of what she wants to ask about or talk about, but her words struggle to come out together.

"It's okay, Hyun. There's no rush." Usually, Sana says something like this. She noticed the first time she said it to the little girl, she'd never heard anything like that before. Sana hates thinking the worst, but she feels like Dahyun's never had someone be patient with her.

"Wh-what next?" Dahyun visibly relaxes once she asks what she wants. She pushes her plate away from her, signaling that she doesn't want to eat anymore.

"Well, since it's Christmas Eve, I was thinking that we can watch a movie." Sana smiles as she watches Dahyun's eyebrows raise a little. A small smile slowly makes its way to her lips. "We'll sit on the couch and get you cuddled up with Kaya and Butter. How does that sound?"

Dahyun takes her time to think about Sana's offer. She loves the doggies and they've become her favorites. They sleep with her and protect her from scary dreams before Sana comes in to sing her to sleep. She wishes they could talk, but she knows that doggies can't talk.

"Watch a movie," Dahyun repeats. She slides out of her seat and walks into the living room. Not noticing that Sana and Tzuyu are still eating their dinner, she patiently waits and pets Kaya and Butter. She likes that they sit so close to her. Sometimes Kaya will even sit on her lap.

Tzuyu and Sana finish their food, putting their plates in the dish washer before they join Dahyun on the couch. Sana opts to sit next to Tzuyu a few cushions away, knowing that the little girl usually likes to sit in between Kaya and Butter.

"Okay, Hyun. I'm going to look through the movies and you point when you see one that you like."

Dahyun nods, her eyes focused on the TV. Her hand continues to thread through Kaya's fur, Butter curled up into her side. All of the movies look so colorful and happy. They make Dahyun's brain feel better just looking at all the little characters on the posters. Eventually though, one catches her eye. She points excitedly at the screen, her little arm stretched out as far as she can.

"Frosty the Snowman it is." Sana sets the remote down after she presses play. Getting up, she grabs the blankets off the couch. She lays one over Tzuyu's lap then takes a few steps to drape Dahyun's over her and the dogs. As she lowers the blanket, she catches Dahyun's eyes. They're still full of confusion and sadness, but there's something soft that Sana hadn't seen the first time they met.

Before Sana can turn to sit back beside Tzuyu, Dahyun grabs onto her fingers. She looks up at Sana with big, brown eyes and gently tugs on her. "Me," Dahyun says quietly. She pats the space to her right that isn't being taken up by Butter and tugs on Sana again.

"A-are you sure?" Sana's breathing is a little unsteady as Dahyun's eyes stay locked with her own. It's taken days to get this little girl to open up even the tiniest bit and the last thing she wants to do is break the small amount of trust she has with her.

Dahyun nods and tugs on Sana again. After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Sana lowers into the cushion on Dahyun's right. She keeps her hands in her lap and slowly relaxes into her spot.

The movie is old and nostalgic for Sana and Tzuyu, and it seems like it's just enough for Dahyun. They've found that she likes old movies because there's less going on. She doesn't get as confused by the plots and the colors are less intense.

//

The movie's almost over and Sana's getting ready to remind Dahyun of their bedtime routine they created. Sana looks down and her breath catches in her throat as Dahyun's little head slowly falls into her lap. Her eyes wide, she glances over at Tzuyu who looks equally as shocked. The day was already unbelievable when Dahyun crawled into Tzuyu's lap.

Sana's as still as can be, now understanding why Tzuyu was stiff when Dahyun was on her lap. She looks back down at Dahyun, her breathing evened out. Her little hand is still resting on Kaya's lower back, Butter still snoozing away on her left.

The movie ends and Sana really wants to get Dahyun to sleep so she can fishing wrapping presents and get them under the tree, but she hasn't seen the girl this peaceful since she found her.

"I think I can pick her up," Tzuyu whispers as she slowly pushes herself off the couch.

Sana shakes her head and shifts a bit, squeezing her eyes shut when Dahyun lets out a small sigh. She cracks one eye open, thankful that she isn't actually waking up. "She's going to wake up if you move her."

Tzuyu kneels beside the couch, her hands carefully wrapping around Dahyun's tiny waist. She's afraid that the sound of her heart beating out of her chest is going to wake the poor girl up. Thankfully, Dahyun's breathing is still even as Tzuyu cradles her in her arms. She stands up on shaky legs, not being used to carrying anyone heavier than Kaya or Butter (and sometimes Sana).

Sana watches the two and holds her breath as Tzuyu slowly makes her way down the hall and into the guest room that's slowly turned into Dahyun's room. Once the door shuts behind Tzuyu, Sana can finally breathe.

"Did you see that?" Sana asks, still in slight disbelief of the past ten minutes. "She fell asleep on me."

Tzuyu chuckles and nods as she sits down beside her wife. She pulls Butter into her lap and pets Kaya. "I know. I thought she was going to wake up and panic."

//

Sana stayed up way later than she meant to, so when she's met with a tiny face about an inch away from her own as she opens her eyes, she nearly flies off the bed.

"Hey, Hyun," Sana says, trying to steady her voice and act like her heart isn't about to jump out of her chest. "What are you doing up?"

Dahyun's quiet, hand clutching the little stuffed dog that Tzuyu got her as an apology for scaring her earlier in the week. She points the Sana's alarm clock and shuffles impossibly close to her and Tzuyu's bed.

Sana rubs her eyes before she sits up and looks at the clock. "Oh, shoot," she mumbles as she reads '10:00am'. "I'm sorry, Hyun. I didn't mean to sleep in so late. Where's Tzu?" Sana slowly swings her legs over the edge of the bed as she stands up.

A small shock runs through Sana when Dahyun grabs onto her fingers, but she quickly lets it go as the little girl leads her into the living room. She hides behind Sana's legs, pointing to the presents under the tree.

"Would you look at that," Sana says with a soft smile. She bends down to Dahyun's level and points to Tzuyu who's sitting by the tree and presents. "It looks like Santa came and it looks like there's some presents for you."

Dahyun doesn't really know what a present is, but she does like the colorful paper on them. She's a little worried that they're bad because the last time she was surprised with something, it really hurt.

"It's okay, Hyun. Presents are super fun. They have all kinds of toys in them." Sana's voice is gentle. It causes a warmth to rise in Dahyun's chest and gives her a little courage to sit a little closer to the tree. She reaches out and gently pokes one of the presents. When it doesn't jump out at her, she pokes it again, deeming it safe.

Sana hands Dahyun a present, peeling a part of the wrapping paper to show her how to open it. They watch as Dahyun slowly peels back more of the wrapping paper, relaxing a little when the sound doesn't scare her.

"Doggy," Dahyun says as she holds a toy dog in her hand. It looks familiar. She thinks it's the kind of dog she met when she was younger. As she holds it, turning it around in her tiny hands, she smiles and pulls it into her chest.

Other than a few presents for the dogs and two presents each that Tzuyu and Sana got each other, the rest are for Dahyun. Coloring books, toys, and stuffed animals are scattered about the living room floor as Tzuyu picks up the shredded wrapping paper. Dahyun's busy excitedly flipping through a number coloring book while Sana takes pictures of the scene.

"Do you think she's ever had a Christmas?" Sana whispers to Tzuyu. Her wife shakes her head and it takes everything in Sana to hold back her tears. Knowing there's a possibility that they're giving the girl her first Christmas tears Sana up inside and warms her at the same time.

The rest of the day is spent playing with Dahyun's new toys. She's slowly coming out of her shell and warming up to her new caregivers. She knows that something like this won't last and it never does, but for now, she's happy to be in a warm house. And she really does like the doggies.

[tagsecretsanta]

From @tikatu

From @tikatu to @dragonoffantasyandreality

November, 2018

“Dad?”

Grant Tracy finished pouring out a cup of herbal tea from the thermos. He handed it to the dark-haired nine-year-old. “What’s up, Champ?”

Jeff sat up from his prone position on the old quilt, accepting the cup, sipping it.

It was late autumn; the sun set early, so a night of father-son bonding wouldn’t mean a late bedtime. (But caffeine just might—hence the tea.) Since Grant’s wife, Ellie, was off at her weekly bowling, the house behind them was dark. Little light pollution from the surrounding farms made this a good night to indulge his son’s budding love of astronomy.

Jeff pointed up at the night sky.

“Is that the Milky Way?”

Grant took a thoughtful sip from a steaming, refilled cup. “Yep. The Star Bridge is what I call it.”

Jeff cocked his head at his father, a puzzled frown on his face. “Star Bridge?”

“Uh huh.” A nod accompanied the sound. “There are places a lot darker than this at night where you can see it arcing overhead, like a giant bridge connecting us to the rest of the galaxy.” He glanced at his son. “What do you think?”

Jeff gulped the last of his cooling tea and laid back on the quilt, hands behind his head. “I think I like that.”

January, 2039

“Wow!” Major Alison Richards, first woman on the Moon, breathed. Eyes only for the rising Earth, she flailed an arm out for her partner, Colonel Jeff Tracy.  She made contact with his suited shoulder. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Jeff paused what he was doing and followed her pointing finger. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out slowly, a sudden pang of homesickness stabbing through his heart. “A sight for sore eyes,” he replied, at last. 

They were part of the World Space Authority’s F. L.O. mission, scouting out a site on the lunar surface for the world’s first moon base. Their current target was near the northern polar region, where water, in the form of ice, had been discovered.

“Hey! You want to see something else beautiful?” He tilted his head upwards—not easy to do in the bulky spacesuit—and pointed. Look up!”

Alison leaned back to better see the sky above her. “Oh! It’s the Milky Way!” She straightened up, glancing toward him. “So clear from here! Though, in my opinion, Mother Earth looks prettier.”

Jeff chuckled. “I won’t argue the point.” He paused, thoughtful. “Y’know what my Pa calls the Milky Way? The Star Bridge.”

“Why does he call it that?” Allison turned back to gaze at the Earth again.

“Hm. Let’s see if I can get this right. He says it’s like a giant bridge that connects us to the rest of the galaxy.”

She tore her eyes away from the mother planet. Smiling, she replied, “Your dad has a great imagination.”

“I reckon he does at that.”

March, 2048

“Damn!”

Scott wrestled a suddenly non-compliant SUV to the narrow shoulder of the desert highway. He brought it safely to a stop with a scattering of gravel.

“Wha’ happen’d?” A drowsy Virgil levered himself into a sitting position, blinking heavily.

“Blowout,” John replied as he hit the button to activate the hazard lights.

Scott clambered out, muttering curses under his breath. He was soon joined by his brothers, staring at the ruined rear tire.

“Do we have a spare?”

Virgil stretched both arms up, folding them over his head. “Should be one. Jack and tire iron, too.”

John opened the SUV’s hatch. “I’ll check.” He started hauling luggage out to access the spare’s storage.

Scott leaned on the vehicle’s side, arms folded. “This shouldn’t take long. At least you won’t miss your campus tour. We built in plenty of time for this road trip.”

“I really appreciate you guys giving up your spring break to drive out to Denver with me.” Virgil’s hands were curled up deep in his pockets. A slight breeze brought goosebumps to his skin.

“Heh.” Scott huffed. “If you hadn’t taken that gap year, we wouldn’t have been able to get the same week of break. The stars really aligned this time.”

John’s arm stuck out from behind them, an automatic jack in hand. “Here, Scott. Make yourself useful. Virg? I can’t get a good grip on this spare. Can you pull it out?”

“Sure.”

They exchanged places. John brought with him the tire iron and a lantern. The jack, plugged into the car’s electrical system, raised one corner. Scott took the tire iron and set about loosening the lug nuts. The spare tire bounced once on the macadam as Virgil freed it. He rolled it over to his brothers.

John rubbed his upper arms. “Getting a mite chilly.”

“I hear that happens in the desert at night,” Scott said, grunting. “Especially if the night is clear.”

“And, man, is it ever clear.” The hushed, awed tone made both Scott and John glance at their brother. He was staring up at the sky, turning around slowly as he took in the wonders above him.

John followed his gaze, smiling fondly. “Gorgeous, isn’t it? No real light pollution out here to spoil the view.” A small frown creased his brow. “Hey, didn’t Gramps have a name for the Milky Way?”

Scott paused, taking his hands off the tire. “Yeah. It was star… star something…” He snapped his dirty fingers. “Star Bridge! That’s what he called it!”

John nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Star Bridge.”

Virgil glanced from brother to brother. “Why did he call it that? And how come I’ve never heard this before?”

“Something about how it bridges the gap between worlds and stars; connects us to the rest of the galaxy.” Scott pulled the tire from the hub. “Give me a hand here, will you?”

“Oh, sure.” Virgil moved in, rolling the spare to Scott. John dragged the flat away to put it in storage.

“Couldn’t tell you why you hadn’t heard it before.” They lifted the spare to the hub together. “Dad told me on that trip to the Great Basin National Park.”

“How old was I? Because I don’t remember that at all!”

Scott picked up a lug nut and screwed it onto the bub. “Five, maybe? If Johnny here hadn’t been such an overachiever…”

“Don’t call me Johnny.” John poked his head around the corner. “I heard the term from Grandpa himself one night when I stayed over at the farm. He said he’d shown Dad the Star Bridge because he was interested in astronomy and he wanted to show me, too.” He disappeared for a moment. His brothers could hear the thump of suitcases returning to the cargo space.

He returned to say something else. “Do you know that the latest recon team for the Mars colony has video of the Star Bridge taken on Mars? It’s pretty impressive.”

“Virg? Can you check that I’ve got these lug nuts on tight enough?”

“Yeah. Let me get in there.”

The spare settled, equipment put away, and the hatch closed, Scott joined John in leaning up beside the SUV. Virgil had stepped away from them a little; he moved his phone slowly from one end of the Bridge to the other, trying to capture the view.

“So,” John asked, nudging Scott, “who’s gonna tell Gords and Alan?”

November, 2070

“G’anpa?”

Jeff stopped rubbing his brow. He looked across the room to the grillwork door separating the lounge from the rest of the house. A little girl stood on the other side, dressed in a cotton nightshirt. She was barefoot, her long dark hair tousled as it cascaded past her shoulders. One hand clutched a stuffed cat; the other rubbed an eye with a fist.

He glanced toward the portraits on the wall, then back at the little girl. With a stifled sigh, he got up and approached her.

“What are you doing up, Sami?” Opening the door, he swept her up into his arms and headed back to his desk.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, thumping him in the back with the cat, and laid her head on his shoulder. “I miss Daddy.”

Jeff swallowed. The mission to Mars wasn’t the longest space rescue they’d ever done but it had the highest stakes. The colony—established over a decade ago and still expanding—had fallen victim to a microbe which had decimated their food reserves and crops. Not only was Thunderbird Three, with Alan, John, and Brains aboard, racing to bring food to the colony, Brains was working feverishly en route to come up with a countermeasure. Gordon manned Thunderbird Five, an unusual post for him, while Scott and Virgil remained on Earth to attend to any rescues planetside.

“I miss him, too, little butterfly,” he murmured.  “And your uncles as well.” He carried her over to the windows overlooking the pool. Looking out at the darkness, he had an idea.

“Come with me, sweetheart. I want to teach you about the Star Bridge.”

[invasivefungus]

*hands him to you* enjoy

[benevolenterrancy]

Scholarly peak is catching up on recent literature

[ibetittering]

Fuck all of y'all in Florida how dare you misrepresent my liberal king that man loves women (not in that way) and he would not STAND for this smh

[taonpest]

Listen. I had plans for them. I worked my ass off to deliver literally the best drawing I ever made in my life but I fucked up so you’re only getting a silly doodle now

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I am feeling like making a poll or two, so I'm looking for suggestions for things to put on either my "what to make next" poll or "which pattern to share next" poll Options of things to make include but are not limited to a cuddly owlbear! A capybara! A goose! A poison apple! An isopod! another giant octopus, or pretty much whatever?

[marriedzukka]

today is arnold lobel's birthday, creator of these guys:

[natjennie]

I don't feel goooood :(

[astro-b-o-y-d]

Hmm. Just realizing that I still have both the poster and the pre-chapter art to do for chapter 5.

...Maybe I should once again give myself another extra week of prep time.

[delightfuldevin]

Rushing to get the last 15 or so levels of my catalogue so I can send in my joy cons for repair