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Bones of Payment || Van & Jade

TIMING: end of november. LOCATION: at van's old elementary school. PARTIES: @highoctanegem & @vanoincidence SUMMARY: van needs bones! jade can help her get them! CONTENT: none~

Van wasn’t sure what she needed to dig up a grave, but she knew she needed an accomplice. When Jade had arrived after delivering a few pizzas and the end of both their shifts was drawing near, Van considered her options. She didn’t want to disturb anybody’s grave, not really, but she knew where her third grade class gerbil was buried, and if Regan wanted bones, then she would get bones. Maybe she could have outsourced them, but where would she even get them? She’d seen a Tik Tok about bones and how they were usually inhumanely dispensed across the United States. Van didn’t want to contribute to that economy.

So she waited and watched Jade carefully, only speaking once the other looked like she was getting ready to leave through the back door. “I need bones. Will you help me dig up my third grade class pet so I can get bones?” Van couldn’t remember if she had told Jade what the bones were for, but she was almost positive she had. “It’s for Dr. Kavanagh.” So maybe it didn’t matter if she hadn’t, because she was explaining what she needed them for anyway. “For rent. She wants me to pay her rent with bones and I don’t have bones except for the ones in my body and she says she wants those, too, but I told her I’m getting cremated, so she can’t have those. There are bones at my house, I think– my next door neighbor had a gerbil, but there’s goo, so I can’t get those bones. Help me get the bones.” The words came out in one big breath and she felt a little lightheaded as she watched for Jade’s reaction.

Jade was really loving life as part-time for Sly Slice. Don’t get her wrong, the unpredictability of food delivery apps was like, so her tempo but something about that steady paycheck was doing it for her. Maybe that was growth, maybe that was maturing. (Ruby would be so proud). Jade could only hope it didn’t turn her into some boring old lady. Like Van already thought she was. Speaking of Van, she looked a little twitchier than usual when Jade entered the shop after she wrapped up her last order. She smiled at her anyway, cause she knew the girl loved running on a few hours of sleep, so maybe she was like… tired, not nervous.

Jade absolutely did not expect the word vomit that came out of Van as she readied to call it a night. She stopped in her tracks, giving herself a little time to fully process what she’d been told. Right, yup. Nope, she actually heard that right. Van needed bones, again. She knew this was a recurring issue, apparently. “Oooh, yup. I can…” Hearing the name Kavanagh didn’t elicit some sort of Pavlovian response in her, no way. (She did wipe her chin, just in case). She didn’t expect Regan to be a landlord. That was like, a little problematic of her, actually. A bit of a turn-off, if she was being honest. Like, traitor much? But she had her own red flags to care about first, before she could judge others’. (Like double texting, nothing else). Regan being a landlord aside, there was still Van’s issue, which mattered more than whatever she felt for the doctor. But maybe… if word got out that she was the person who helped Van get those bones, that could work in her favor too. From all sides, this looked to be a win-win situation. Maybe not so much for Van, though. Who was like, being bullied by a greedy landlord. But for her gay agenda? Totes.

“I can totally help, babe!” Jade got out as quick as she could before Van could faint. Her eyebrows pinched together, her head tilted, waiting to see what was coming next. Nothing, apparently. That was all the girl wanted to say. Her hand circled around the room. “Is um… is that anywhere close? Your dead pet’s grave, I mean. We can go on my bike if it’s not. I have an extra helmet. You’re not…like, scared of Roxie, are you?”

Instead of looking distraught, Jade seemed contemplative. That was a good sign… right? Van held her breath a moment longer before her chest heaved. She took to leaning against the wall, not really sure what had gotten into her. She should’ve just told Dr. Kavanagh she would have paid like normal people did. Why did she want bones, anyway? Couldn’t she use money instead of bones? After learning that she was a medical examiner, it made more sense, but wouldn’t she be covered in bones? Van was ignorant to most things happening across Wicked’s Rest, but she wasn’t dumb enough to ignore the death count. It was unusually high, which meant that Dr. Kavanagh probably had access to tons of bones. It was obvious she didn’t care about the legalities of any of any of this.

Jade told her that she could help and Van felt the weight (literally) lift off her shoulders. She slumped against the wall and nodded, thankful that she didn’t need to do any more convincing. Their conversation online had told her that Jade would’ve been the kind of person she could trust in a situation like this, but it was still a weird request to begin with. At her question, Van nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Um— not far, like— maybe fifteen minutes?” She counted on her fingers even though there was nothing to count. Van knew that her old elementary school was goo-less— it was one of the locations they’d set up for temporary shelter. “There might um, be some people here? Because of the displacement or whatever, but…” Maybe it wouldn’t be that weird, Van could lie about losing an earring. She would make sure to take one off, just in case. “Roxie…” The bike, right. Van shook her head. “I don’t— no, I’m not afraid.” A little afraid, but it should be fine. “I’ve never… ridden one before. You’re not going to kill us, so it’s fine, right? I mean, if you do, then she’d get her bones.” Was that the intention? Jade wouldn’t kill her, would she? Van eyed the woman suspiciously for a moment before pushing away from the wall. “Do you also have a shovel? If not, we need to get one.” Why Jade would have a shovel on her, she wasn’t sure. She didn’t exactly have access to one at Dr. Kavanagh’s apartment.

Jade let out a tiny, delighted laugh, looking at Van visibly relax against the wall. She was a little pissed at Regan for making this girl so stressed, actually. And for what? Bones? It was kinda ridiculous, in her opinion. (Alright, fine. She understood Regan a little too) (Her landlord price would be Crunchwraps Supreme, which by all accounts, were far superior to bones).

She clapped with similar enthusiasm, already bouncing on her feet. “Well let’s do it then! Fifteen minutes is nothing!” her eyes sparkled encouragingly, but Van stayed in her spot, despite it, clearly having some doubts. That was okay, not everyone was ready to jump into action immediately, like she was. “Roxie! Yup. Oh, it’ll be so fine, you’re gonna love it. I’ll make sure it’s not a bumpy ride. Stop that, you’re not gonna be bones. Pinky promise.” She’d had several people on her bike before, and not a single one of them had complained about her riding skills, so she was confident she could make Van’s first experience a good one. At least, her argument was convincing enough to get Van moving this time. Except, not really… cause she also had more questions. (And actually? It was a good thing someone was asking the right questions) (Had it come down to her, she would’ve been at the school five minutes ago, and decided there what she wanted to do).

Jade bit the side of her lip, shaking her head in disappointment. “Um, nope. No shovel. Maybe if I had like, known you were planning on this. I bet I would’ve found one,” her eyes widened when an idea crossed her mind. “Ooooh, it could’ve been a whole girlies trip! With snacks and…” she trailed off, having a smidge of self-awareness to understand Van was not in the mood for that. She cleared her throat. One of the best things they had going for them right now, was that Jade was zero distracted by… gay stuff. Cause Van, as beautiful as she was, already felt like a little sister to her. So she could actually put the wonderful brain she had to good use. “There’s a hardware store near, I’m like… positive. Something with a ‘W’? I pass it every time I come here!” she twisted around, her thumb pointing behind her as she could simply determine which way the store was. (A sense of direction wasn’t exactly one of her talents, but that didn’t stop her from believing!). “I mean, they have to have some, right? OH—Or! Maybe they have gloves, and we can dig with our hands.” She beckoned Van to follow her outside,” come on, we’ll make a quick stop there”.

Jade seemed confident in her abilities, so that should have, in theory, put Van at ease. She couldn’t help but feel like her life was turning into a very stupid movie. The kind that were lost to under the table releases, and only film guys named Timothy knew about them. It was a silly thought and she knew it, but her head was full of silly thoughts lately and it was hard to expel them when things like this kept on happening.

Things like this being full grown adults trying to convince her of their worth. Van blinked at Jade before giving her a small nod. “Okay, no shovel, but we can um, we can probably find one.” It shouldn’t be that hard. This was a town with shovels, she’d seen plenty. Maybe they could break into a gardener’s shed, or the custodial shed. Would she even really remember where the gerbil was buried? She hoped so. This all seemed like a loss, in all honesty.

“A girls…” Really, Van wasn’t quite sure what Jade was trying to get at, but she did seem excited to help, and shouldn’t she be grateful for that? She wanted to be grateful for that, so she sucked in a breath and nodded. Jade was devising a plan for a shovel and Van shook her head, “don’t you know anything about committing crimes? We can’t leave a paper trail.”

She thought about Debbie, for a brief moment, and her stomach twisted. She wondered if she was bones now, or if her body was still decomposing in the pit. Guilt settled over her quickly and she felt her mouth fill with iron, anxiety pulling at her seams. “We can— a shovel should be at the shed, um, you know how to pick locks, right?” Jade looked like the kind of person who did know how to pick locks, but that was none of her business. Van nodded before pushing away from the wall, following after Jade. “You don’t think we’ll get in trouble for this, do you?”

Jade’s eyebrows pulled together as Van dashed all her wonderful (half-baked) ideas. Well, okay… better not suggest anything else then. She didn't understand what was happening very well. But Van was anxious, that she knew. She could totally be patient with the girl as she navigated her thoughts and feelings. She was twenty at some point, too. (Her twenties were so fun though, she couldn’t relate). Calling this a crime was totally pushing it, though. “I thought we weren’t… doing anything illegal. How’s looking for your old guinea pig wrong?” Like, it was hers, technically. “Do you mean potentially entering somewhere closed? That’s cool, I can totally flirt with whoever and get us inside, no need to trespass”. Her eyes narrowed for a moment, regarding Van with respect. “What do you know about crime, babe? Do you also get all your knowledge from TV shows? Cause, same”.

So the shovel was a no, for now at least. Not a store-bought one, but possibly they could find one in a shed. Jade didn’t argue with Van’s logic, it tracked. And they would need to pick locks, potentially. She beamed at the girl’s assumption. “Oh, totally. I once dated a guy who taught me all about it,” and by that she meant, she watched him do it for twenty minutes, bored out of her ass, and then made out with him against that same door when he failed to pick the lock. But she knew the basics, okay? She had this, she was super confident she did. How hard could it be anyway? They made it look super easy on TV.

Once they made it to her bike parked outside Sly Slice, Jade reached for her extra helmet, helping Van with it. “I’m positive we won’t get in trouble, babe. It’s not like we’re digging up a real… person, are we?” She mused, adjusting the chin strap. Her hands squeezed Van’s shoulders gently, grinning proudly at her once she was good to go. “You look so badass” she chuckled, spinning around and reaching for her own helmet. Safety first and all. Regan would probably be pissed if she let anything happen to Van. (Well, actually) (She wasn’t sure. Those bones would be up for grabs, wouldn’t they?) She climbed onto her machine, leaving enough space between her and the delivery box for Van to fit with no issues. She was part of the short club too, so they were gonna be super comfy. “I’ll go slow…ish, so you can give me directions, okay?” Jade did not wait for confirmation that Van was on board with the plan, as soon as she sensed the girl behind her, she started the engine. Her voice rose above the noise. “Hold on, but try not to strangle me okay?” There was a time and place for that, but she was not going to joke about it with Van. And with that thought out of the way… they hit the road.

Jade reassured her that there was no crime to be committed, that they would be just entering a place where flirting might ensue. The thought of having to watch Jade flirt with whoever it was that might catch them made her head spin. Van wasn’t sure what having an older sibling was like, but this sure felt like that. At Jade’s question, she nodded slowly. “I mean, yeah– I don’t like, go out and commit crimes or whatever.” She definitely did. The most heinous one was beneath her belt, even if she repressed the memory as best as she could. Still, she wasn’t about to explain to Jade that she had committed two murders already– that was for Van to know and for Jade, or anyone else who hadn’t been there to never find out.

Van nodded, glad to know that at the very least, Jade would be able to get them into a tool shed, need be. She wasn’t sure why she was following through with this plan, or why she wasn’t questioning Dr. Kavanagh more about her need for bones, but she was feeling extremely pressured to follow through with her end of the bargain. What somebody could want with bones over money, she couldn’t be sure, but she wasn’t going to complain about giving somebody something else other than money, that was for sure.

“No, no not– it’s a gerbil, I swear!” The last thing she needed was for Jade to think that she was running around digging up all the graves, but then again, she seemed pretty chill with what they were about to do which, if Van were smarter, maybe she’d question that, too. Instead, she was just glad that somebody was willing to help her. She could have probably asked Nora, but Nora lived in a literal crypt which meant that they’d probably dig up real human remains, and she wasn’t ready for that kind of thing, especially not when it was for a doctor who would definitely know that they were not animal bones. Van felt like a child as Jade put her helmet on her. She wobbled beneath the weight of Jade’s hands, and even though they were within like-height to each other, she felt so much smaller. Van looked at the back of Jade’s bike apprehensively before finally getting on, gripping the back rack to steady herself. “Okay, I mean– yeah, that’s fine.” She liked to skateboard, and she liked to go fast, so this wouldn’t be that much different, would it? The bike started and she could feel the thrum of it in her chest, and in the pads of her fingers. Jade was shouting over the noise and Van opened her mouth to ask what she was saying, but instead the bike lurched forward and Van found herself grabbing onto Jade’s waist.

They moved forward and instead of the anxiety from before, Van felt exhilarated. She wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. The noise of the bike mixed with the wind in her face felt freeing in a way she hadn’t experienced since Debbie died. She… liked it, if she were being honest with herself, but she still held onto Jade tightly, even while leaning forward to shout out directions to her old school.

They arrived safely, which Van was grateful for, despite her newfound love of motorbikes. She hopped off, a little sad that she’d need to take the helmet off. Her fingers felt numb, but not in a way that meant they were cold, just that they’d been resting on something at a constant vibration– she could feel it in her legs, too. That was slightly less uncomfortable than the latter. She turned around to look at the fence, then to the big tree that she knew the gerbil was buried under. “The fence doesn’t look like it’s locked…” The tool shed to the left definitely was, though. Inhaling sharply, Van took off the helmet and nodded. “Are you um– are you ready?”

At this point, Jade wasn’t sure if it was a gerbil, a guinea pig or something else entirely, (all those little things looked the same to her. Was that… problematic?), but in the end, it was all irrelevant. She was here to help Van, not get specific about which animal was dead and buried. As long as it wasn’t another one of those metal-eating rats, she was totally Gucci with whatever they found.

She and Van were so alike, actually. In the sense they both didn’t like to go out and commit ‘crimes or whatever’, so with that important detail out of the way, she was happy to guide the girl to her bike and introduce her to Roxie. It was a super fun ride, all things considered. She was used to jitters from first-time riders, but Van did so well. She wasn’t even yelling in her ear (except for the instructions, duh) nor was she gripping too hard like the people who freaked out on her usually did. It went so smoothly, that they even made it to Van’s old elementary school in less than the estimated fifteen minutes. (She would’ve bragged a little more about how good a ride she was but like, the circumstances or whatever).

Climbing off the bike, she removed her helmet and followed Van’s gaze, smiling at the observation. Luck was totally on their side, it seemed. “Sweet! One less thing for you to worry about, babe.” She wasn’t sure if that was actually true. If anything would be ‘one less worry’ for Van, but Jade couldn’t help being extremely positive. (That was good though, right? Balanced energies). She locked the motorcycle, reaching for Van’s helmet once she took it off, putting it away inside her delivery box. “I’ve been ready since like…you first asked me, yup” She nodded, marching toward the shed.

“You wanna go check and make sure there is something in there for us to dig?” This wasn’t like, a crappy horror movie where the villain was lurking in the shadows, so they could totally split up, right? Nothing would happen to them. And if it did, she was carrying that knife strapped to her ankle. But that was a break in case of emergency type of situation. “I’ll go unlock that shed for us” she spoke confidently, reaching inside her jacket for a bobby pin. Score. She flashed Van one of her brightest smiles before heading left of the field, eyes on the prize.

Really, how hard could it be? Jade could always use a little of that… enhanced strength in her if it came down to it. As long as it didn’t look, you know, like someone forced the door. (She was smart too, alright?) Before she even touched the shed, she made sure to look around for cameras. They were pointed towards the building, which would keep her concealed if she succeeded at breaking into the shed. (Which was kind of a bummer? Because she looked pretty hot. It should’ve been immortalized in tape, really). She inserted the pin and prodded aimlessly, gaze lifting to follow Van.

“Yeah, I guess.” Van looked at the fence, no longer sure if this was a good idea or not. Why was she even doing it in the first place? It was so dumb! She could get arrested! She could get Jade arrested, and after telling her that she didn’t go and do illegal things, that seemed like the opposite of what should happen. But Jade seemed sure of herself and so Van took a deep breath, allowing for the confidence in her company to dissuade any of the anxiety she felt begin to creep up.

“Um…” She looked at Jade, confused as to how she’d do that without actually digging things up. “Do you have like, a bone device or something?” That seemed like a dumb question. But maybe there was a sign of some kind– after all, they had gone all out for the funeral of the little thing. It’d been years ago now, and Van had to wonder just how many other things had been buried along with it. The thought made her sad, but time passed just as it always did, and things were bound to die, weren’t they?

She took a deep breath, watching as Jade sauntered away towards the shed before she headed in the direction of the tree she remembered gathering beneath to bury the gerbil. She paused for a moment, noticing that there were several more headstones. Was she going to go to hell for this? Or whatever variation existed? Maybe she was already in hell. Maybe this was penance for all that she’d ever done– Diana and Debbie included. At least the gerbil’s name didn’t start with D. God forbid there be a triple D situation on her hands.

After confirming that the gravesites were still there, she headed towards Jade, avoiding the distance of the cameras. If she remembered correctly, they barely even worked. Van cleared her throat, jutting a thumb in the direction of the large tree and the animal graves. “I found it, and I think that there are probably like, a lot of bones.” Would Dr. Kavanagh want all of those bones? It still seemed silly that she wanted them at all, and Van wasn’t even really sure why she was humoring the situation in the first place, but it was a little late to ask too many questions. “Did you find a shovel?” She peered into the shed, squinting past the darkness. There were a few different items hung up on the wall, and if Van were being honest with herself, it looked like something out of a horror movie. “I hope Jason doesn’t kill us.”

“Nope! No bone device in me. If anything, my bone device is chilling in the morgue right now,” Jade smiled sweetly, blinking away the dreamy look on her face when the words sank in. “For fun! I mean, she’s not dead. My bone device… meaning doctor Kavanagh,” she clarified, before Van could like, freak out. (Not that it was a hard thing to achieve, mind you). Anyway, Van did as she was told, and both of them focused on their respective tasks for a few minutes. She had zero doubts they would be like, a dynamic duo. A dream team, of sorts. They beat that one metal-eating rat after all. The lock was picked just as Jade heard Van’s footsteps heading her way. (See? The movies never lied). She did a short victory dance, before walking straight into the darkness. She had the advantage of night vision, she knew she’d be able to see if spiders or rats were chilling inside. And thankfully, there were only tools. And a Bigfeet mug, that she was almost tempted to steal.

“I found it yup!” she turned back to Van when she came in, reaching toward the nearest wall and grabbing the rusty-looking shovel. Jade pushed it into her hands, picking up on her concern. (At this point, she wasn’t sure if that was the way her face looked all the time) “Chillax. I’m not gonna let that happen.” She squeezed the girl’s shoulder, giving her a comforting smile even if she’d struggle to see it. “I’m too important to the plot to die in a tool shed,” she shrugged at her flawless logic, turning around to look for trash bags. “I do have like, a knife if we have to fight a classic horror villain…” she mumbled absently, focused on a different task. If Van mentioned there might be more bones out there, they should grab them all. It could be worth like, several payments. She wasn’t sure if it was a one-bone per-month type of deal or… How did that work, anyway? If they found a femur, was it worth more than a finger? “This should be enough,” she decided, waving three bags in Van’s face. They wouldn’t use them all, she didn’t think. “Lead the way!”

Jade didn’t remember ever shoveling. If anyone ever shoveled back home, it would’ve been Onyx. But that was the fun part, wasn’t it? It was like, unlocking a new useless skill set. Life really was just like The Sims, wasn’t it? They walked over to the giant tree with the tiny headstones, and something sad bubbled in her chest. She didn’t wanna think of Lullaby like this, ever. She just got her, and she was supposed to lose her one day? It was messed up. Her eyebrows pinched together. “What was their name? The Gerbil’s, I mean”. She took the shovel away from Van and sank it on the spot. How hard could it be to scoop up dirt? Not too hard, but definitely ‘a few attempts needed first’ hard. “You should tell me about it, if you want. Do you miss it…them?”

It was hard to believe that there wasn’t anything between Dr. Kavanagh and Jade with the way they spoke about each other. Jade, with confidence, and Dr. Kavanagh, with a hint of uncertainty and frustration. That seemed like a textbook crush, if Van had any say in it. Instead of commenting on any of it, however, Van stayed silent, mind working around the possibility that they were just two private people who wanted to keep things quiet until they were ready for some kind of debut. Though, Van couldn’t imagine a world where Jade was private at all– she seemed the exact opposite.

Still, they had a job to do, no matter how strange it was. Van realized a little too late in the game that she could have gone about this in an entirely different way, but she was well past turning back now. She was grateful, however, to see that a shovel had materialized. She looked past Jade, further into the shed. She thought about the lunches she had had in there, all when the other kids decided they didn’t want to be her friend anymore. She wondered if the initials she scrawled into the metal with a screwdriver were still there. Deciding not to check for the sake of embarrassing herself with something that might no longer exist, she nodded at Jade’s comment. “You’re right, and we’re um, it’s too early for that.” In her life, or in the day, she didn’t bother to amend. “I wasn’t allowed to have knives.” The comment was absent of any real emotion– a story she’d told a dozen times. The responses were varying when it came down to it, and she figured that Jade would fit in with the rest of those who were bewildered.

Van took the shovel from Jade and led the way to the spot beneath the big tree. It looked a little barren, but the grass was greener where the dead things were buried, despite the bitterness of winter as it crept over the town. She stared at the plots for a moment before she felt the shovel being taken from her and she looked up. “Um, its name was Daffy.” What if Jade thought she was obsessed with Disney? “We couldn’t choose a name, so some people wanted to call it Laffy Taffy, and others wanted to call it Daisy, so we ended… there.” Van shrugged simply, as if the story made the most sense in the world. When Jade asked if she missed the gerbil, she shook her head. The dirt turned over on itself, clumps of weeds and some worms visible from the pile. “I don’t think so, I mean, it was like, the closest I ever got to having a real pet, and it was cool, but…” She shook her head, “I don’t think I miss something that wasn’t ever like, mine, you know?” Van crossed her arms over her chest and watched as Jade worked, jumping slightly to the sound of the metal of the shovel thunking against a box.

“Wait, I think you hit it.” Uneasily, Van crouched down and swallowed thickly. She smoothed her hand over the top of the box– an old thing with signatures and stickers and photos taped to it. She saw her classmates faces with bright smiles as they stood in front of the still alive gerbil’s cage. “This is it for sure.” She dug the box out the rest of the way and put it to the side, hesitating. “You don’t think he’s like, going to come to life like from that one episode of Fairly Odd Parents, do you?” Did Jade even know what she was talking about? Probably not. She seemed too old to remember Fairly Odd Parents.

Jade tilted her head, surprised by Van’s comment. Why wouldn’t she have a knife? She was old enough. By like, almost ten years, right? She was… she didn’t remember. Lots of those early hunting memories were super hazy. But it probably didn’t matter, ‘cause she grew to love knives, didn’t she? (Why was there a strange sensation setting in her stomach?) Her mouth stayed in a perfect ‘o’ shape, until she snapped out of her own memories associated with knives. “Do you want one? I could give you one… isn’t it a little unsafe to live in this town, just like… rawdogging it?” she took a quick breath, anticipating a potential anxiety-induced response coming from the girl. “I don’t think you’re gonna be out there stabbing people, fyi. But I mean, like… if you wanted something in case of an emergency. I have some retired ones that are still sharp enough. No pressure” she tacked on, unsure how effective the clarification would be for Van.

It was nice that Van at least wanted to share something with her. As silly as a story about a third grade pet was. Learning anything about anyone in this town was like pulling teeth, she’d take what she could get. (And sure, maybe it was her own interest in emotionally unavailable people that kept drawing her to the wrong crowd, what about it?). Her eyes were bright as she listened, picturing a much younger version (probably not much taller) than Van as she shoveled. “That’s so cute,” her nose scrunched up in delight, taking away her gaze from the hole she was digging and glancing at the girl. Not having any pets wasn’t like, super strange or anything. Her family had that one guard dog that left for the farm upstate a few years after she was born. But Jade’s smile shortened into something pensive. Having Lullaby was like, the best thing that’s happened to her in years. How nice would’ve been to have someone back home to play with while everybody else was too busy hunting? “That’s super smart” she replied, realizing she’d slowed down with the shoveling. “I miss things that were never mine all the time.” She shrugged nonchalantly, digging with more ease now that she’d picked up a better technique.

It resulted in her hitting the box a few moments later. “I sure hit it” she smirked, looking into the hole. Van was the one to reach out for the box, and Jade’s heart melted a little (a lot) looking at the picture of adorable tiny kids. She was so demanding Van to show her which one was her. But right, there were still bones to find, based on the headstones and Van’s memory. She got back to it, barely feeling the exertion. Actually… Would chicks dig shoveling? She could totally turn it into a way to show off her muscles. ‘Cause normally they weren’t super showy, but if she were to flex… Wait, Van was saying something. She cackled at the faint memory, “I don’t think so… Daffy’s been dead too long, he would’ve come back years ago” she reassured, entirely too confident in her logic for someone who’s seen some wild things coming back to life. But what good would telling Van about it do?

She didn’t know what else she dug up, but Jade managed to find a bunch of other tiny bones. She picked up everything she could, (maybe even grabbed some things that weren’t even bones) grimacing all the way through. The things they (she) did for Regan. Yuck. It turned out three bags were like, way too many for all those little bones, but whatever. They got what they needed, the gerbil packed exclusively in one bag and the other findings shoved into another. Jade handed everything to Van, wiping her hands on the empty one. Ew. She’d need to scrub for hours to feel clean again. “Okay!” she panted, glancing at Van with a triumphant look. “I’ll shovel this back super quick so we can skedaddle.” Was it gonna be a perfect job? Nope, but she’d at least make the mess look like there were dogs playing around with the headstones, and not two grown women searching for bones. “Wasn’t this so fun?” she sang, patting down the soil with the shovel. “We should do it again!” One look at Van’s tension-filled face, had her regretting her words. “Or! Maybe we can do something more chill. I’d teach you to ride my bike for sure. We’ll… we can figure it out,” she laughed, wrapping her arm around Van’s shoulder and strolling back to the shed. They would leave everything as it was. No one would ever know Daffy was no longer buried. And like, no one else would care enough to go looking for him anyway.

Van flinched at Jade’s offer, shaking her head. “No, I don’t.. need one.” If anything, she was the unsafe thing. She already had two kills under her belt. Sure, the first hadn’t been on purpose, and maybe she didn’t drive the knife into Debbie’s skull like Nora had, but did that really matter? Wasn’t the intention what mattered? Or the power she couldn’t control? As Jade further clarified, she felt her skin prickle. What would happen if she had one? Would she accidentally hurt somebody? Even if Jade didn’t think she would, she was accidentally hurting people with her magic all of the time. “I think I’ll stick to like, butter knives. You know, for spreading jam and stuff.” She offered Jade a stiff smile, not wanting the older girl to think any differently of her for denying the gift of a knife.

She felt a little exposed, recounting a story from her childhood the way she was. It wasn’t intimate or anything, but Van felt like it should have been by the way that Jade was looking at her. It reminded her of the way parents looked at their kids when they’d done something cute– not an emotion she saw flit across her parents often. She was sure that there was more depth to Jade’s words, I miss things that aren’t mine all the time– because Van missed things all of the time, but mostly the things that were hers that she couldn’t have anymore.

The box was in her hands, which meant that they were closer to leaving the scene of their self imposed crime. Jade’s reassurance that Daffy wouldn’t come back to rip her throat out made Van feel a little better.

She watched as Jade continued to dig, more boxes and more things unearthed from their supposed-to-be permanent graves. She felt guilty for digging them up, but it was too late to turn back now. Dr. Kavanagh needed the bones for whatever reason, and Van couldn’t afford to get kicked out. The items she held in her hands were quickly disposed of into the bags that they had brought with them. Maybe she had misremembered just how big gerbils were, or whatever else had been buried alongside them. “Again? I don’t– I mean, we could like, go roller skating or something, but I don’t think that doing this again would be fun.” She looked down at the bags with a frown, “I really hope she’s happy with what we found.” If she wasn’t, what would happen? Would she come and throw both Van and Thea out? Would she make Jade do it as punishment for not finding the right or best bones? The more she sat with these thoughts, the more confident she was that Dr. Kavanagh might have been some kind of dog shifter with wings. Those could exist, right? Bears did. “Riding your bike would be much cooler.” Scarier, maybe, she realized. It was too late to take it back, though, and Van simply followed Jade away from the scene of the crime– a bag in tow and the shovel stowed back to where it belonged.

#para: bones of payment #para: jade #wickedswriting #//i love jade and mary sm

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whimsicalweepingwillows · 1 year

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Henlo there, all you people!!

My name's Ally, and I have a MIGHTY NEED for some new pen pals/moots in my life. I'm happily taken, and only looking for friends 😌

I'm a 24 (25 next month, but we're gonna ignore that 😭) year old bi chick from the North Eastern U. S. of A.

Here's a fact list about me, so you can see if I'm too weird for ya right off the bat!

Let's seeee...

- I own a cat named Eleanor Rigby who we nickname Smelly, and a gerbil named Buttercup

- I have a partner named Michael who is in like 90% of the stories I tell 💕

- I'm a stoner and have had a few trips 😁

- I've been a practicing neopagan witch for over 8 years, but have had to take a few big breaks due to mental health, so I'm still learning some basics

- I have a trillion hobbies, including crochet, painting (water color, gauche, acrylic), drawing/sketching, writing, (a very small amount of) sewing, art journaling, collaging, and I'm slowly getting back into gaming and reading!

- I've had a few hyperfixations in my past including (but not limited to) Gorillaz, Hetalia, WWE, Doctor Who, Firefly, Doctor Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog, Buffy, Invader Zim, Nightmare Before Christmas, Set it Off, WoW, and more

- I always like learning about new topics and hobbies, so please tell me about what you like to do!! I adore creative souls

- I almost always have dyed hair

- I have a side nose ring and no tats yet, but I'm soooo looking to get more!!

- I have a bit of a vulture culture side to me, but I will Never show anything like that unless I ask first or know that you don't mind

- I've recently been getting back into music, and I would LOVE to find friends with similar tastes!! I love pop punk, grunge, 80's/90's pop/punk/alt, and I've been getting more into rap and metal. I'm more than happy to share youtube playlists!

- I love Sci-Fi and Fantasy, and used to dress up to go to ren faires and comic cons! I haven't been able to go out much recently, but I hope to again soon!

- I would love to get back into writing and photography

- I can be a bit of a chatterbox, and I'm always there to be a listening ear if it's needed

- I'm super interested in learning more about: D&D/table top games in general, gaming, graphic novels, any art styles/mediums, sci-fi/fantasy media, ... Honestly everything and anything 😂

- I have depression, anxiety, and PTSD, but I try to stay as positive about life as possible

So there's that! I would absolutely Love to hear from any friends who feel a connection! I'm also super interested in snail mail pen pals, or even any discord chats. Here's some of my creations, too!!

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narrans · 2 years

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heyo, for a prompt, how about 18. “Get your over-sized mitts off of me!”

Heard in Silence

PROMPT

“Get your over-sized mitts off of me!”

Teacher’s pet used to mean something different. It used to be some goodie-two-shoes who always knew the answers and who would take on extra responsibilities, so the teacher didn’t have to.

There was another form of pet in the classroom – class pet.

It used to be a gerbil or mouse, maybe even a fish. Fish, mice, and gerbils didn’t understand though. They were cute, but relatively mindless.

So, with the creation of bipedal, language capable creatures resembling humans which averaged around five or so inches tall, it was no wonder they were swept off of the shelves. How similar they were to humans was rule “inconclusive” at best by various doctors and legal speaking pencil pushers.

So, this was where Nivea found herself.

She was sitting in the bottom of her cage, pressed under the pathetic squeaking wheel, and hoping that those kids would leave her alone. Middle schoolers were particularly vicious, but her owner, Ms. Robinson, could keep the kids at bay if Nivea were asleep.

So, Nivea would cram herself under the running wheel and pretend to sleep for hours on end, only exercising and being active at night. At the moment, the kids were outside performing an experiment, so she had the whole classroom to herself. Needing a stretch break, Nivea decided it was safe and crawled out from the wheel.

She stretched and walked up to the pure glass container she was forced to stay in. The holes at the top were too tall and too small for her to fit through, but maybe she would get lucky one of these days and the lid would be left ajar. Kids were careless after all.

The water dripped rhythmically onto the base of the cage beside the pellets of food. Disgusting. It was like chewing on stale bread, but at least that had relative flavor and texture differences.

Nivea walked along the edge of the cage, running her fingers over the cold, glass surface. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the far corner as she walked by. Narrow, sharp features that she wished would cut the glass and set her free. Thin, dexterous limbs. Short auburn hair that fell by her shoulders. Tired, hazel-brown eyes looking back. A miserable five and a tenth inches tall. Crazy to think she wouldn’t grow anymore. Rumor was that pets didn’t stop growing until they were twenty-three, just like humans, but that was five years away.

While she paced back and forth, all Nivea could think about was how to get out – escape. What would she do after? No idea. The impossibility of escape prevented further planning.

Still, a girl could dream.

Nivea could do it. She pressed her back against the glass and stared at the latch at the top of her cage. If she could just grab that, she could swing from side to side and knock the latch loose. It wasn’t locked after all. Guess the humans thought they were too stupid to figure out how to escape.

The word wasn’t stupid – it was short. Pets were too short to escape most containers.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try.

Nivea took off running as fast as she could with the limited space available and used the food bowl as a spring point.

*WHAM*

Nivea slammed against the side of the cage and slid down in a crumpled heap. That was definitely going to bruise. She forced herself upright again. She was barely an inch short of her target.

She would’ve tried again if she didn’t hear a bone-chilling sound. The sound of the door opening and the overwhelming shouts of the middle-schoolers of the classroom. It was too late. The first three, all boys, saw she was awake and made a bee line for the cage, their voices raising to a near shriek.

“She’s awake! Ms. Robinson! She’s awake! Can we play with her?”

No.

Please no.

Nivea ran for the wheel in a desperate attempt to play it off, but she knew she was already too late when she heard Ms. Robinson give the okay.

Like sliding into home plate, Nivea slipped under the wheel, but the lid was already coming off, shaking the whole cage. She heard their cooing voices already and felt the cage shudder with vibrations of them grabbing the ledge.

Nivea’s heart was pounding mercilessly in her chest. Her whole body was tense and shaking. She just got over the bruises from the last time. Why couldn’t they just leave her alone?

She gritted her teeth as she heard the wheel whirring just above her as it was removed from the wall. She braced herself, clenching her fists and tensing her whole body. Their sweaty, oversized digits closed around her frame in an instant and hoisted her into the air at an alarming speed.

“Hey there sleepy,” the boys grinned, their teeth forming menacing grins that could easily snap her in half.

“Get your over-sized mitts off of me!” she howled as she thrashed in their grips.

“Aww! It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. You don’t need to be scared,” they said. It was all downhill from there. The boys passed Nivea around, setting her on their desks and poking at her ribs. While they weren’t trying to be purposefully hurtful, their size alone caused perfectly finger-shaped bruises to form. The entire class got their turn with the class pet until Ms. Robinson pulled her away and placed her back in her cage.

“That’s enough class. We have work to get to. Also, we have a new student joining us. Settle down and get out your books,” instructed Ms. Robinson as she set a shivering and bruised Nivea back into her cage. She didn’t know if they were being rough on purpose or if it was an accident, but what she did know was her will to fight had never been stronger.

The pet limped back to the corner of the cage and slumped down into the crease where the glass met. Her breathing was labored and, for the life of her, she was having a hard time feeling her fingertips. Her limbs stung and ached, but she didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of whimpering or asking for help.

Nivea would do what she always did – handle it herself.

She watched with mild distain as the door opened and two humans entered the classroom. They were both girls. One was undoubtedly the student while the other was an adult. They didn’t look related, but what did Nivea know. The girl, middle school aged obviously with very fair skin, had curly blonde hair and big, bright blue eyes. The adult also had curly hair, but it was jet black which complemented her darker skin tone.

Ms. Robinson stood at the front of the room and gestured to the girl, who looked around nervously at the classroom.

“Class, I’d like you to meet our newest student. This is Kaylee Ella, our new transfer student; and this is Miss Rachel. They’ll both be joining us. Kaylee, would you like to say anything about yourself?” asked Ms. Robinson.

The girl, Kaylee, looked curiously at the teacher before turning her eyes to Miss Rachel. Miss Rachel, instantly, began using her hands to make different symbols which Kaylee focused on. Nivea knew exactly what this meant.

Miss Rachel was an interpreter, and Kaylee couldn’t hear.

Kaylee was deaf.

Nivea had been in the classroom for nearly six years and had managed to pick up on the sign language dialect, not that it would impress any human by any stretch of the imagination. Nivea read what the interpreter signed and quickly picked up on Kaylee’s response.

“Hello, my name is Kaylee Ella. I’m from Maine. I just moved here. I like to read and write. I also like to draw, even though I’m not very good. Also, I was born deaf, meaning I can’t hear. If you need my attention, just tap on the desk or tap me on the shoulder. Thank you,” said Miss Rachel as Kaylee signed.

The other students start asking her questions and Kaylee answers, Miss Rachel responding verbally, but Nivea could see Kaylee’s responses before the verbal response. Nivea laughed to herself. She wasn’t the only one reliant completely on another to interact with the world.

The rest of the day went without a hitch, but Nivea couldn’t help but watch Kaylee for the rest of the day. It wasn’t until the end of the day that Kaylee had to go and put her papers in the cabinet – the same cabinet that Nivea’s cage was on top of.

Nivea squirmed and tried to make it back to her hiding spot in the hopes that she would be unnoticed under the wheel when she felt bright blue eyes on her. The teenage girl walked over and had stopped moving entirely, eyes locked onto Nivea.

What was it about humans and wanting to just watch someone smaller than them squirm?

The pet clenched her teeth and glared at the teenage girl but was immediately caught off guard by the look in the girl’s eyes. Sympathy? Remorse? Pity?

Nivea wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but all she wanted was to be left alone.

“Go away,” said Nivea spitefully. Kaylee’s eyes narrowed as they locked onto Nivea’s lips. “Leave me alone.” Kaylee didn’t move. Instead, she continued to watch Nivea’s features.

Nivea, frustration and rage boiling in her, readjusted her body position and used what she understood about sign language in hopes to get the teenage human girl to go away.

“Leave me alone,” Nivea signed. Her heart was pounding in her chest, making the deep bruises in her body throb. “Just go!”

Kaylee’s expression changed from keen observation to surprise and, finally, to remorse. She reached up to her chest, making a fist, and rubbed it against her chest.

“I’m sorry.” She was saying “I’m sorry.”

Nivea stiffened and leaned forward, seething. Her head was starting to hurt as her breathing became more ragged. So, that was how she wanted to play? Fine.

“Sorry?” She signed, baring her teeth at the girl. “If you were sorry, you’d tell them to leave me alone. If you were sorry, you’d not treat someone who can think like a mindless gerbil. If you were sorry, you would help me.”

Kaylee, the girl, kept her eyes fixed on every word Nivea signed, looking more and more guilty and heartbroken. The pet knew there would probably be consequences to her actions, but it felt so good to finally vent her frustrations to the first person who actually seemed to be listening to her.

Kaylee bit her lower lip and signed, “I’m sorry,” one last time before backing away from the cage. Was she offended? Or was she listening? Nivea decided she would rather nurse her wounds and rest instead of calling the kid back.

She slipped beneath the wheel once again and stared up at the obnoxiously colored piece of plastic above her until exhaustion pulled her into unconsciousness.

~~~^*^*^~~~

Several weeks passed since that day when she told the human, Kaylee, off and, surprisingly, no repercussions were inflicted. She wasn’t put into solitary confinement. Her food wasn’t reduced. She didn’t even have to engage in “playtime” with any of the other students because, oddly enough, Kaylee would interfere.

Nivea first noticed it one day when a group of girls, including Kaylee, asked Ms. Robinson if they could play with her and get her out of the cage. Nivea, barely healed from her last “playtime,” started to hunker down in hopes to stay out of their clutches when Kaylee signed to them that the pet made her uncomfortable and suggested another game instead.

The girls initially started to protest when Ms. Robinson said that they needed to find a game where everyone could be included, especially Kaylee. Annoyed, they found another thing to play, but not before Kaylee made direct eye-contact with Nivea as they walked by.

Coincidence? Most likely. Still, the pet couldn’t help but feel overwhelming relief that she was spared for now.

Another time was when the boys were coming over to see Nivea to play with her when Kaylee once again ran interference, seeing if they wanted to do an experiment instead. Because the experiment involved race cars and building track to test speed or something like that, they agreed.

Each time, Kaylee would make deliberate eye-contact with Nivea and offer a small, thoughtful smile. Nivea had to admit that even though her loathing for humans was deep, this one didn’t seem that bad overall.

Then, one fateful day, Kaylee was out of the room when the girls came back and asked Ms. Robinson if they could play dress up with Nivea. Kaylee was at some kind of special class, which left Nivea to endure the groping hands of the girls and the forced stripping of her clothes to put on scratchy costumes.

Once again, Nivea cried out for them to stop. “Get your over-sized mitts off of me!” Her cries only received a coo from the girls in response, all of them saying that all she needed was a spa day to relax.

Nivea had to admit that she would rather play dress up than wrestle with the boys. For whatever reason, the girls who were fascinated with how Nivea held her arms and why she stood the way she did had softer grips and at least tried to be, for lack of a better term, nurturing and “careful.”

Still, it didn’t stop them from pinching her arms too tight, making perfect finger pad bruises, and tugging a few chunks of her auburn hair free from her scalp.

Nivea was writhing in their grip when Kaylee came back into the room. The moment Kaylee saw what was happening, her face melted into sadness and mortification. She started signing immediately and rushed over to the group of girls.

The pet recognized the signs Kaylee was making immediately, even though the girls didn’t seem to know what the problem was.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kaylee signed as she knelt with the group of girls. “She doesn’t want to be bothered. You’re hurting her. Just leave her alone.” Nivea was beyond shocked at this teenage human girl attempting to defend her. What was even more shocking was when Kaylee lowered her hand to the ground and looked at Nivea directly in her hazel-brown eyes.

Nivea felt instantly absorbed in Kaylee’s big, bright blue eyes. She had never experienced this before. It was like Kaylee could see directly into her mind – like she was being seen as a person, not a pet.

Instead of scooping her up into her hands or forcefully grabbing her, Kaylee’s hand was open and extended. It was an invitation for a rescue and nothing more.

Seizing the opportunity, Nivea scurried over and practically threw herself onto Kaylee’s palm, wrapping her arm around Kaylee’s thumb to stabilize herself. The girls instantly rose a chorus of complaints as Kaylee carefully brought Nivea back to her cage, setting her inside with the utmost care.

Nivea turned around to see Kaylee signing, “I’m sorry,” over and over again as she laid the lid down and stepped away. A momentary pang of sympathy swelled in Nivea and, in a spontaneous moment, simply signed back, “Thank you.”

Usually, the pet would see the rows of monstrous human teeth as a terrifying sight, but Kaylee’s smile was different. It was kind and sweet, filled with joy and sincerity. Nivea backed away to her hiding spot and listened as Ms. Robinson lightly “corrected” Kaylee’s behavior when she noticed something – something crucial.

The lid to Nivea’s cage wasn’t secured. Kaylee had left it ajar enough for Nivea to slip through but not be noticed by the other students.

This was her chance.

The moment the students left for lunch, Nivea poured her aching body into one purpose and one purpose only – escape.

Nivea heaved the food dish over to the side and stacked up as much bedding as she could so that she wouldn’t injure herself if and when she fell. The pet stared at the gathered mess in the corner before charging at the wall.

Heart pounding, palms sweating profusely, adrenaline surging, Nivea charged at the wall and leapt with all her might against the food dish.

*WHAM*

She slammed into the hard glass cage wall, grunting as she slid down and collided with the ground.

Again.

She hoisted herself back up and marched across the floor of her container before charging at the wall again. Quick step, jump, scrape, catch, miss!

*WHAM*

Nivea tried five more times before adjusting her tactic, stacking more cloth over the dish so she could get better height. Three more times of falling and failing, fingertips grazing the top of the cage each time. Nivea, angry and frustrated, leaned against the cold wall of her prison.

This world was too big. Why did it need to be so big?

Nivea closed her eyes and listened to the rhythmic and exaggerated ticking of the plastic geared clock that hung above the door to the classroom. Every second she waited was another second her captor or the students could return unannounced only to foil her plan.

She breathed deeply.

No.

Not today.

She let every humiliating memory fill her with a seething rage. Every bruise and break, twinge and turn that she endured was not going to happen again. Determined, she forced herself once more to her feet and inhaled deeply.

Nivea’s eyes flared as she charged the wall once more, using the last spurt of adrenaline and will in her body. Her feet pounded against the ground, digging into the coarse material filling the prison that kept her for so many years. She ran up the side and leapt.

Soaring through the air, she threw out her hand and clasped around the ledge. Her grip started slipping.

Not yet.

Nivea threw her leg up onto the ledge and used what little momentum in her shoulder to get a better grip. Almost there. Throwing her arm over the edge of the cage, she gripped with all her might. Her nails bent and cracked against the rim of the cage from clinging on for dear life.

Her muscles shook, but Nivea felt a sudden rush as she pulled herself over the lip of the cage, flipped over the edge, and fell to the ground. It was ungraceful, but Nivea fell to the ground landing on her side on top of the shelves.

She took several, stunned seconds to realize what just happened.

She was out of her cage.

She was free.

Her shoulders began shaking from sheer excitement and the thrill of using her own strength to get out. A nervous, breathy chuckle escaped her, but she was far from finishing her mission.

Freedom was on the horizon, and she intended to take it. The shoes on her feet made a soft tapping sound as she made her way to the ledge, suddenly presenting the next challenge that Nivea hadn’t thought of – how to get down from the cabinet that was her Rapunzel’s tower for so long.

There were no obvious ways down. Next to the cabinet were a few shelves maybe a foot away and a foot tall. Not good. There was a gap between the cabinet and the side wall, but that would have Nivea trying to hold herself aloft all the way down, pressing her feet against one wall and pressing her back into the cabinet in an attempt to walk down the wall.

Nivea did find a gap just behind the cabinet as well as a forgotten broom which had fallen, propped up by the cabinet and the wall. It took a couple of minutes, but Nivea finally convinced herself that dropping down the six inches and sliding down the broom handle was probably her best bet.

She sat on the ledge and dangled her legs, staring at the abyss and darkness below, barely able to see the broom handle just below her.

No going back.

One… Two… Three…

She slipped off of the ledge and landed harshly on the broom handle, almost losing her grip as she slid down at an alarming speed like a fireman on a fireman’s pole.

*WHAM*

She collided with the ground and undoubtedly gave herself yet another bruise.

Nivea, up until this point, had been confident in all of her actions; but now that she was on the ground, a sickening thought settled over her.

She didn’t know how to survive on her own.

All her life, she had been a pet – a biological construction made for entertainment and cages. She had never been outside except for one other time in her life, and she was in the cage the whole time.

Nivea was smart and knew there were massive creatures in the world. She also knew the common house pet could take her out in every bit of two seconds.

How would she find food? How did you find water? Not all water was good to drink. How could she tell which was which? How do you make a proper shelter? Was there even anything she could use as a weapon? Could she even make it out of the school without being noticed? The world was immense, a simple children’s desk looking like a skyscraper from where she was on the ground.

She ran her fingers through her short auburn hair and clenched her fists by the roots, tugging at her scalp. Freedom suddenly had an incredibly bitter taste, but she wasn’t about to go back and be found only to be locked back behind the glass, exposed for the world to see.

No.

She had to do something – anything.

Taking a chance, she walked out into the open and made her way to the cubbies and backpacks of the students. Maybe there was something in their bags that could be used as a weapon. Nivea was almost there, looking at the enormity of the human world around her, when she heard the sounds of approaching children.

Time was out.

Her exhausted body gifted her with one last burst of adrenaline. She turned her hazel-brown eyes to the cubbies and sprinted for the first slightly opened backpack, which was a bright bubblegum pink, and slid inside, shimmying all the way to the bottom. It took a second, but she managed to stifle her breathing by covering her mouth with her hands.

She couldn’t hear what was going on because of the roaring blood in her ears, but she felt the tremors in the ground as the students approached and the backpack she was in suddenly jolted. Nivea was thrown forward and tossed from side to side in the rhythm of someone walking.

No.

Helpless, Nivea could only brace herself with each step and make plans to run the moment the bag hit the ground. Nivea wasn’t sure how long passed, maybe an hour or so, before she felt the bag finally come to a resting position.

Good. She could slip out and get under a piece of furniture. There was no way the kid would start on their homework immed…

*ZIP*

Nivea barely choked back a shriek as the zipper above her was quickly pealed away and the bag was opened, exposing her hiding place. Nivea crouched by a small bag and hoped she wouldn’t be noticed as she hunkered down and kept her head down. Heart racing, she hoped she was fast enough.

This dream was immediately shattered by the softest inhalation of surprise.

No.

She’d been found.

Nivea felt tears of frustration prick at the corners of her eyes as she shuddered and waited for something to happen. Maybe she would be grabbed. Maybe she would be let go outside, which was a death sentence with no supplies or weapon. Maybe the kid would turn the backpack inside out and send her flying only to crash into the ground.

*tap* *tap* *tap*

She knew a finger was nearby tapping on one of the books a few inches from her head but didn’t want to look just yet. The pet had to savor the moment of almost making it all the way to freedom.

*tap* *tap* *tap*

Face the music… no use prolonging this.

Nivea opened her eyes and craned her neck to look up, her body suddenly releasing the tension and relief swelling in her chest. She recognized those big, bright blue eyes in an instant.

Kaylee.

Nivea laughed in disbelief, absolutely baffled at this sudden turn of luck. Of all the bags she could’ve slipped into, she managed to go home with the one person who seemed to care.

Kaylee pulled her hand away cautiously and gave a timid wave, which was accompanied by a sweet and curious smile. She then started signing, making sure her movements were slow.

“You got out, good job,” signed Kaylee. Nivea snapped out of her trance and went through the signs she knew before responding in the simplest way she knew.

“Yes, thank you,” signed Nivea back, saying the words out loud simply out of habit. Kaylee’s eyes were fixed onto Nivea’s mouth and hands, absorbing everything. The intensity and thoughtful insight of the teen’s gaze was intimidating and, in an odd way at the same time, reassuring.

Kaylee was listening, which was the important part. The human teen started signing again, looking slightly confused as she did.

“So, why are you here? You’re free. Do you need help? Or did you come with me by accident?” asked Kaylee, slowing her signing so Nivea could keep up, which the pet was immensely grateful for.

Nivea suddenly felt the same, crushing sensation from earlier when she realized how little she knew about the world. Nivea had always been a house pet. Outside may as well be another planet. Surviving may as well be like learning Ancient Greek.

She hated to admit it, but she needed help. Slowly, Nivea began signing and saying the words out loud, making a lump in her throat. “Both, and… I don’t know how to live. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know where to go.” Nivea slumped slightly and leaned against the coarse fabric of the pink backpack behind her.

There were several seconds of silence between them before Kaylee began signing again, this time cautiously. It took a second for Nivea to recognize what the blue-eyed teen was saying, and when she did, she felt cautiously optimistic.

“Do you want to stay here? With me?” Nivea felt herself bristle when Kaylee continued signing. “Not as a pet. As a friend. You could stay here in my room and hide. We could be friends… if you want.”

Nivea was about to sign a relatively hostile comment, but something about what the girl was saying sounded… nice. Kaylee had listened and helped at least a dozen times.

Maybe… just maybe… this could work. At the very least, this would give Nivea a good launch point to gather supplies. She began signing and saying the words out loud. Besides, she did have a question for the curly haired teen.

“Not as a pet? No cages? As a friend? Why? Don’t you have friends?” signed Nivea. The look in Kaylee’s eyes practically said it all, but the girl responded anyway.

“None of them can talk to me the way you can. They don’t want to learn,” signed Kaylee. Nivea exhaled and ran her fingers through her tousled auburn hair.

“Well, that’s not nice,” she said out loud without signing. Kaylee, however, smiled and nodded, making the sign for “morons.” Nivea couldn’t help but chuckle and nod, this time signing as she spoke. “Yeah, morons.”

Nivea looked around at the bag and books surrounding her before looking back up at Kaylee. “Could you help me out?” Nivea said and signed, making sure to be careful with how she phrased her words.

Kaylee smiled and nodded before carefully reaching into her backpack and offering her hand for Nivea to climb onto. It wasn’t a grab. It wasn’t a snatch. It was an offer, which Nivea gladly took. She stepped onto the girl’s hand and braced as Kaylee lifted her out of the backpack and onto the desk.

“Do you want a snack? I was going to get one,” signed Kaylee, using only one hand to keep from jostling Nivea. Nivea gave a sigh of relief.

“Yes, please; and… maybe… a washcloth to sleep on?” asked Nivea, making generic symbols for things she didn’t know how to sign for. Kaylee smiled and nodded, setting Nivea down on the desk before leaving the room for a few minutes and returning with a plate of goodies and some soft crafting material to make a bed.

The two of them ate in relative silence before spending the rest of the evening constructing a living space under Kaylee’s bed for Nivea to make her own space. Nivea once thought she wanted freedom, but she realized only now that what she really wanted was space to call her own and a friend to share it with.

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HUGE shoutout to @ratcatcher0325 for inspiring me with the world forged by pure imagination. Show some love to this astounding author!

Also, as a personal note, I've watched your work for years and this is an absolute honor to see your message. I hope to do you proud with this. Thank you @hiddendreamer67!

Cheers and, as always, stay awesome!

~Narrans

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tenjiiku · 3 months

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♥️ LUNA'S 2023-2024 LOVE LIFE WRAPPED ♥️ here is my tastefully curated detective research report in which i have included the following statistically significant results: total number of men encountered: 4 (work party coworker that we canceled, gerbil guy, 6'4'' man who kneeled in front of u once, and current love obsession) total number of gentlemen: 2-ish (no comment on ur current crush but the 6'4'' dude did seem somewhat up to par) references: luna's tumblr blog (obviously very reputable source) observation #1: god must have both blessed and cursed you with the widest emotional spectrum known to man because how do u go from poetic and philosophical to hornier than a rhinoceros? honestly that is extremely impressive. i aspire to be like you 👏 source: https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/739085491004194816/luna-i-am-currently-at-war-because-january-decided?source=share commentary: - 🕵️ luna babe ur tags are staring u in the face.... - were these tags in reference to the man u are crushing on?

observation #2: i do not know if i should call a doctor or an exorcist for u because you have the most interesting love life i have ever seen. like how is it both eventful and nonexistent at the same time.... sources: https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/735906868399063040/had-a-64-man-kneel-in-front-of-me-multiple-times?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/735917149202333696/but-ur-reaction-to-him-kneeling-was-so-valid?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/735992190497636352/omg-was-it-your-work-situationship?source=share commentary: - for my own personal indulgence, whatever happened to this 6'4'' tall specimen of a man? 🤔 - did my christmas wish for u work? (i asked santa claus to make him fall in love with u)

observation #3: you are in desperate need of some rodent repellent. next time a man calls u a gerbil, you will be prepared. source: https://tenjiiku.tumblr.com/post/738543612615360512/the-amount-of-mixed-emotions-i-went-thru-when commentary: - i'm sorry u had to go through this. if i was there, i wld punch him in the face. u are a very beautiful human being, and all men should grovel beneath ur feet.

observation #4: work party coworker does not even deserve a mention tbh. screw him. luna you're doing great sweetie. sources (apparently this one was so heinous i needed like 3+ points of reference): the incident: https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/734916495941959680/what-happened-at-your-work-party?source=share prior signs: https://www.tumblr.com/tenjiiku/734812913497505792/if-a-man-buys-you-little-treats-every-once-in-a https://tenjiiku.tumblr.com/post/734903755889377280/he-wants-you-soooo-bad https://tenjiiku.tumblr.com/post/734818468212424704/miss-girl-hes-into-you the aftermath (aka when we got our priorities straight): https://tenjiiku.tumblr.com/post/734999284110524416/stop-why-are-u-so-funnyyyyy-that-barf-in-the-tags commentary: - 🙄 was this man in love or just emotionally immature...i think some of his actions count as love bombing. boy was more fickle than my sassy three-year-old house cat. IN CONCLUSION, DATE FICTIONAL MEN

Im crying laughing. Tears are leaving my eyes. This is insane. 😭 I love this and I love you. Because of that I will correct a Few things. The party cw we cancelled and gerbil guy are the same individual. So is the 6’4 man who kneeled in front of me and whom I have a massive disgusting crush on. So there are only 2 culprits, 1 of which I despise. Idk if your Christmas wish worked tbh there will be times I think smthn is going on then other times there’s just.. straws I am grasping at. I hoped that cleared up some of your questions and/or concerns. Again this is crazy and Ily for this..

#inbox #observation 2 made me snort. Yeah my love life is existent once in a blue moon then it disappears

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hikikowhorie · 10 months

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I wanna talk about it...

[tw]

I was neglected

neglect

such a strong word for the actions of such a weak woman

I hope she never reads this

nobody talks about neglect

all the abuse you hear about is in your face! verbal abuse! physical! sexual! and people seem to think that cases of neglect need to involve children growing up in cages, not going to school, never learning to speak.

neglect is not taking your child to the doctor

neglect is not being there for them

neglect is letting them live in filth

to go to school smelling like piss and cigarettes

to brag to your friends about how your child can live off of yogurt

neglect is knowingly keeping your child in the vicinity of danger

I am rambling

I apologize

I grew up with a minimum of 60 pets. that was just one species. I lived in filth. I lived in piss and shit. I was never taught how to cook. I have had medical papers and resources from hospitals withheld from me, at a young age I passed out frequently in the shower long enough for the steam to leave the mirror of a closed bathroom, and never once did I wake up to anything other than a dirty floor, and a closed door.

I called my dog my dad. I made him a card for father's day. his name was hunter.

most of my childhood memories are being alone

I wasn't ever allowed to leave the house, even if it was to play with the kids in the neighborhood

I wasn't ever allowed to let anyone inside, no matter who, even a peer, because if they saw the animals, or the drugs, I would be taken away.

I was going to end this saying she never physically assaulted me

but she dragged me by my hair when I was 7 because I told her I was jealous of her new bf (I wonder why the child would be jealous considering they are alone all day while you get dicked and complain about your poor life choice at home but) she was going to see him and I wanted her to stay. I didn't know the word for jealousy. I didn't know how to express any emotions to the point I had to see a child psychologist. I told her I didn't like it. in a very quiet, and submissive way. she exploded and dragged me by my hair, and threw me on the bed, i remember the feeling of being thrown. like my dolls across the room. my whole body went off the ground, just by a fistful of hair, whipping my body onto the matress. not carelessly, ragefully, and locked me in my room. "you don't get to decide who I love" she told me. and it's true, I don't. that was the day I should have learned that I could not rely on her for that love I felt I had been lacking. but I was small. I was small and I was afraid and i was thought i was being narcissistic. i was so very small.

as I got older the reality I had been living in began to crumble, and I believe it is the only reason I didn't lose my marbles early on. I began questioning morale. the morale of keeping pets. hoarding pets I should say. the fact that living things are bred to be toys. it was all so suddenly horrifying. and I am contributing. animals were dying every week. we had so many big and small strong and sick, so much death. after awhile, your brain gets a little shot. I don't remember what I was holding. I think it was a mouse, r a rat, maybe a gerbil. I don't know. kitten? I don't know. I was small. I was helping them pass, and once they did I found that I could no longer produce tears naturally. I had to force a cry, and it was always for the creature. it is hard to explain. i don't know. I was not sad that they were dead, or gone, so I had no reason to mourn, I believe it was more out of respect. or maybe this is what I'm supposed to do. but I could not cry. I asked my mom if maybe it was good if an animal dies. we have so many. and she exploded. how could she have raised a child so cold and callous? "don't ever say anything like that again" so I didnt

but I still began to question

and this is when the fights began

I always obeyed. I was a good kid. I was a good. kid. but the moment I questioned my life, the moment I decided to even question, not disobey, I feel a harsher punishment than I would if I had disobeyed.

and so once again, I was the issue. I should not be questioning this. how could she leave them? how could I oh how cruel I am.

I learned that if I avoid these words me and mommy won't fight. she is a good mommy. her mother beat her and drank and kicked her out so many times but she loves me. she loves me. my mommy does everything she can and she is a good mommy

about 3 years later I met the man who would break me

the man who was perfect and who was going to fix everything!

the man who asks you why you can't be daddy's good little girl in public so you can't say anything

the man who fawns over a 10 year olds ass

and catcalls them in the house

in the house you made me spend every night in.

we lived in sunnyside

a very, small neighborhood.

I guess I lived in Sunnyside. with my dogs. and my cats. and anything else that hadn't died in the genocide.

it was beautiful. I'll never understand why we didn't live there. there was room, sun, yards, a beautiful local store that sells statues across the street, and I was in love with my new home.

only to be ripped away from it every night into that house

that damned fucking house

away from my dogs

away from Sunnyside

to spend the night.

I kicked and I screamed and I was "out of control"

my mother sat there, crying, but not for the pain I was experiencing for the pain I was causing.

because he wasn't hurting me, he was restraining me, talking at me, close enough to smell his breath and feel the spit fly off his teeth. telling me I can fight all I want. laughing at me. and she wept. telling him that she doesn't know why I'm like this. and he told her it's because I can get away with shit. I still don't understand what I was getting away with, in not wanting to go to his house to sleep. punishment I guess.

the holy divinity of God! making sure I get my share.

#trauma #trauma dump #ptsd #cptsd #void talks #void talk

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magpiedminx · 10 months

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Today's cardio:

Take two gerbils and put them in their travel carrier. Fortunately, they're very good-natured about being picked up.

Take their travel carrier and put it in the bathtub .. so I don't have to listen to their scritching on the plastic if they get impatient to be let out. (Typically about three minutes after confinement.) The sound has a remarkably similar effect as metal scraping along metal to me. The bathtub because if they somehow escape the carrier, they're not going far.

Back to the dining room and take out about 25L of fluff from the condo and dump it into a box on the ground. Most of it makes it inside.

Remove all toys / tools / hidey / wheel for cleaning.

Shake the 15lb cage to get rid of 98% of the remaining fluff. Then brush out the rest with a paper towel.

Clean down the wires/shelves/ramps with dawn/water solution. (They complain about that scent the least.)

Go clean the toys / tools / hidey / wheel and re-oil the wheel with olive oil.

Put about 20L of fluff back into the condo, re-add the toys / tools / hidey / wheel.

Put towel over top so they feel safer on the top floor.

Clean water bottle and food bowl, refill food bowl, add pumpkin seed bribes to the mix.

Release the kraken, er, release John and Smith back into their nice clean condo.

Two gerbils declare they're running away and they're leaving a one-star yelp review after talking to my manager.. and.. Oh, wait.. are those pumpkin seeds? Well, maybe later then. Dump all the fluff into a garbage bag, much bending and brushing up the bits that didn't make it to the box for easy transfer. Easy, of course, is a relative term.

Turn on the kitchen extractor fan and start the floor washing with a bleach solution. Surprisingly, they don't care about the stench of this, it bothers ME far far more. Do I post this as an excuse to support my favourite hellsite via a Blaze? Yes. Absolutely.

#gerbils #Doctor Who Gerbils #John and Smith #They're cute #if you don't like cute little rodents move along #Our hellsite #Pet blaze

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boblittlepage-blog · 1 year

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For the "Anti-trans think this..." crowd...

A question: Have you actually tried talking to them? Listening to their stories? Maybe learning from their experiences?

I have. I'm following close to twenty of them on Twitter (mostly girls, but a couple of guys), along with a couple of organizations to help those looking to get off the trans gerbil wheels and rebuild their lives, a couple of experts in the field (one of whom is that doctor I reached out to, to no avail), and a couple of genuine trans women who think this issue has gone completely off the rails.

For all the cries of "they want to wipe us (trans people) out!" i say bullshit. If anything, the only thing resembling extermination is what the trans movement is apparently doing to gays of both genders and women in general.

Don't believe me? TALK TO THEM! They're eager to share their experiences and keep others from making the same life destroying mistakes they did. I'd be happy to make the intros.

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doodle-machine · 4 years

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I've been rather busy lately so I figured I would post some of my older art.

Behold, GERBILS!

#i drew these by request of my brother #who is a firefighter/EMT and is currently working to become a paramedic #there is another one i did of his co-worker as a buff chimpmunk somewhere but I can't seem to find it atm #the next requested one was a plauge doctor gerbil #guess why #im cataloging his career choices through drawings of rodents.#gerbils #in this instance #firefighter #EMT #paramedic #i wonder what will be next?#cant lie #i kinda wanna draw a pole dancer gerbil #so you better make it happen bro

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augustinewrites · 2 years

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gojo accidentally losing the class pet megumi's in charge of taking care of for the weekend

your mind >>>>

“is that a rat?” gojo asks, squinting at the cage in megumi’s arms.

“it’s obviously a hamster,” you deadpan, tossing your car keys into the bowl as megumi sets the cage on the coffee table before heading into the kitchen to unpack his lunchbox. (but not without shooting gojo a look that says ‘are you stupid?’

yeah, he’s become very familiar with that look.)

“his name is nutmeg,” the thirteen year old tells him from the kitchen. gojo tries to stick his fingers through the little bars to pet— “don’t bother him!”

“well, what is nutmeg doing in our apartment?” he huffs, leaning back against the couch. “the apartment i pay for, by the way. so i can touch what i want.”

“it’s his class pet, satoru,” you sigh, batting his hand away. “he’s supposed to bring it back on monday. alive. it teaches responsibility and—”

“which i think i know all about,” he interrupts, already queuing a list of his greatest achievements in his head. “i raised two great kids, didn’t i? sounds pretty responsible to me.”

“you’ve lost me at the mall,” megumi scoffs. “twice.”

“and the grocery store,” you add.

“also the park!” tsumiki calls from her room.

not many people know that gojo satoru, the strongest sorcerer alive, is used as a punching bag under his own roof.

“if you guys hate me you can just say it,” he pouts miserably, crossing his arms over his chest and turning away. "i'll run away."

"good, you're annoying," megumi says, twisting the knife.

“no one hates you, babe,” you assure him, pressing a kiss to his pouting lips until they loosen into a small smile. “and you’re a…decent guardian, but do you even know the name of our family doctor?”

“uh, it’s obviously shoko.”

a pause. megumi barks a laugh, and your wince tells him he’s wrong. “wait, it’s not?”

you just pat him on the shoulder before rising off the couch. “we’ll talk more after i get back. megumi, let’s go, you have karate in twenty.”

megumi, with a peanut butter sandwich held in his mouth and bag slung over his shoulder, leans over the counter to remind gojo, “don’t touch nutmeg.”

“i don’t wanna touch your class rat anyway.”

“it’s a—”

“gerbil, whatever.”

his hormone riddled teenager rolls his eyes, but spares him anymore sass as he follows you out the door.

…leaving gojo alone with a rodent.

but he’s not allowed to touch said rodent, so he simply lays himself across the couch to take a nap.

or at least try to, because cinnamon the gerbil decides that it’s a fine time to get on his squeaky wheel and run like a cat is chasing him.

the sound grates on his ears, and there’s not a chance he’ll get to sleep so he props himself up on his elbow, looking the thing in its beady little eyes.

“if you don’t stop i’m going feed you to nanamin’s cat.”

the rat stops.

“whoa, did you actually—”

then starts running again. it seems that gojo may own this apartment, but he’s really just a bank account. or maybe a doormat, since the people who supposedly love him like to walk all over him.

it’s not long till the squeaking gets on his nerves. without his midday nap, he’ll be cranky. if he’s cranky he’ll snap at someone. if he snaps at someone, then you’ll get mad at him. if you’re mad at him, you’ll make him sleep on the couch. if he sleeps on the couch, then his neck will hurt.

so, gojo decided to ignore megumi’s one rule, naturally. what could possibly go wrong? it’s just a gerbil.

so the little gate opens with a click, and gojo reaches in to shoo the ball of fur off the wheel, snatching the contraption of the cage and turning to set it on the side table with a satisfied grin. then he sits back, revelling in the sound of a quiet apartement. no disaster, just success.

he’s jarred from his dream of being the king of candyland when you punch him on the shoulder.

“you know, most people kiss their boyfriends awake or even just pull down their—”

“where is nutmeg?” you snap, gesturing towards the cage on the coffee table.

the empty cage. nutella is nowhere to be found.

“oh my god, satoru! you left the cage open?”

“no,” he protests, even though he knows it’s useless. “i opened the door to take the wheel out, and it just happened to stay open.”

“gojo!” you groan, staring up at the ceiling. we have to find him before megumi gets back!”

“okay, okay,” he sighs, planting his feet back on the floor. “can’t we just…buy another one? surely they can’t tell the difference.”

you look horrified by the suggestion, shouting, “no!” your eyes already sweeping the floor.

“it’ll be fine,” he assures you, taking a step towards you. “we’ll find the thing in no—”

the crunch beneath his foot is louder than that damn wheel was.

you raise a hand to your mouth, and gojo doesn’t look down, doesn’t dare move as his eyes widen and he thinks of every mean name megumi’s ever called him.

but blood stains and god forbid anyone stain your rug, so he lifts his foot to assess the damage and—

“oh, it’s just a peanut shell,” he laughs, but the relief of knowing he hadn't killed megumi's class pet floods over him immediately.

"so you haven't swept the floor, and you've lost nutmeg? gojo--"

he doesn't mean to tune you out. really, he doesn't, but now he's worried about a rat running loose in the apartment (that he pays for).

"okay, i'll go buy some rat traps."

there are a lot of things that megumi's come home to.

he's come home to a stove on fire and to gojo fresh out of the shower and walking around naked because he didn't know megumi would be home for lunch. he's come home to tsumiki playing really bad violin and you and gojo lying to her face and applauding.

today, the two of you are on your knees calling the names of various baking spices and the door to nutmeg's cage is open on the coffee table.

nutmeg, who scurries up to him nibbling on a piece of peanut shell.

#keeping up with the fushigojos #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader

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anjalis-ennui · 3 years

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emeralds and steel. (pt. 1)

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a/n: hi! this is my bucky barnes x reader series! reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns in this! she is also born indian as i myself am indian and i don’t see enough indian representation, especially in fics. however, she knows many languages, so feel free to interpret her ethnicity as you see fit. i’m sorry for not posting anything over the past couple of days, as i was working on this! i hope you enjoy!

warnings: canon-typical violence, sexism, racism, implied racial slurs

tags: none so far, but if you would like to join the taglist, please fill out the taglist form!

summary: reader is a sorceress who was prophesized to be the host of the time stone. she has been alive since ancient greece and has been wandering the earth since. she cannot age nor die since she is now the body of an infinity stone. she was in the british royal military during the second world war, but didn’t see her strengths used well, so she signs up for the ssr: being shipped out to project rebirth with peggy carter.

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“Rejected.”

“With all due respect, sir, I have been part of the British Royal Military far longer than you have had a job. I wish to join the Strategic Scientific Reserve, for which my resume is--to be honest--overqualified.”

“What would an Indian woman have to do with the British Royal Military? I find your story ineffably false.” The snooty man pushed his glasses up his nose and narrowed his eyes at her. Her tie was askew, her hair was all over the place, and her papers were in a bunch: only held together by her hands.

Just then, another woman walked by the desk, raising her eyebrows at the pair. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize Lieutenant (l/n), Mr. Lowe. She’s got not one, but two doctorates in the sciences. I’d think she’s rather qualified for the SSR, regardless of her gender or race.” The man huffed and got up, storming off to who knows where. The woman smiled and held her hand out. “Agent Peggy Carter from the SSR. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Lieutenant.”

(Y/n) smiled, furrowing her brows, and shook Peggy’s hand. “I’m surprised you know who I am.”

“Nonsense, I’ve followed your career since I joined the military. You’re somewhat of a legend around these parts. Now, the head of the SSR heard of your application and is assigning you to Project Rebirth as a supervisor alongside myself. Your doctorates in chemistry and neuroscience will help us quite a lot.” She started walking towards a side door, motioning for (y/n) to follow. “There’s a plane waiting to take us to Camp Lehigh. Do you have luggage with you?”

She shook her head as she followed the woman. “I’m a light traveler. When you’re a lieutenant with no family you tend to have no roots in society.” (Y/n) gave Peggy a half-smile, waving away her concerned look. “I’m fine, Agent Carter. I’ve survived this long, haven’t I?”

“Indeed you have,” she said pensively. How could someone so strong have no one to rely on? The lieutenant was the first woman to hold such a high rank in the military and have so many degrees for her age. She was young, beautiful, and smart: everything a man could want. She would be expected to have a husband and kids, and yet she had no family. The woman had seemed to hold a sense of sadness as she said this, but she seemed empathetic and lively. Peggy intended to be her friend, whether (y/n) wanted her to or not. Maybe then she could find out what made her tick...

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(Y/n) stepped into place beside Peggy as they observed the candidates. The men looked buff and ready to charge into battle, that is, all but one. The scrawny man, sorry, boy that trailed after the others seemed like he belonged in a toy wagon playing with the other children rather than Camp Lehigh. “Ready to scare them, Agent Carter?”

“Always, Lieutenant.” Peggy walked forward, revealing herself to the men. “Recruits, attention! Gentlemen, I’m Agent Carter. I supervise all operations for this division.” (Y/n) smiled serenely at them as she walked forward and stood next to the agent. “For those of you who may not know me, I am Lieutenant (l/n), the assistant supervisor for this division.”

“What’s with the accent, Queen Victoria? Thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army.” The soldier internally rolled her eyes at the remark. Men, the bane of her existence. “And what’s with this...lieutenant? Didn’t know we were letting ni-”

(Y/n) shot forward and put him into a chokehold. “I dare you to finish that sentence, soldier. I am not to be discriminated against just because my skin is darker than yours, and if such foul words are going to come from your mouth, I daresay that we should wash it out and string it up on a clothesline.” She let him go and turned to Peggy, giving her a closed-eyed smile. “Would you like to do the honors, Agent Carter?”

“Certainly, though I think you’ve scared him enough.” The agent punched him, sending him straight to the ground. “That’ll teach you to respect women and especially women of color.”

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"Faster, ladies! Come on. My grandmother has more life in her, God rest her soul. Move it!”

“You’re not really thinking about picking Rogers, are you?” Colonel Phillips walked beside Dr. Erskine and the lieutenant, frowning at them. They couldn’t possibly be thinking of picking the runt of the group for the experiment of the decade, could they?

“I am more than just thinking about it. He is the clear choice.”

“When you brought a ninety-pound asthmatic onto my army base, I let it slide. I thought, what the hell? Maybe he’ll be useful to you, like a gerbil. I never thought you’d pick him.”

“Steven has character, Colonel, something that most of our recruits don’t,” (Y/n) cut in. “Dr. Erskine is right. He is the clear choice.”

The colonel sighed as he watched Steve fail to catch up with the rest. “Look at that. He’s making me cry.”

Erskine’s thick German accent was tinged with fatigue, as if he had run a marathon. “We are looking for qualities beyond the physical.”

“Do you know how long it took to set up this project?”

“Yes, we know, Colonel--”

“All the groveling I had to do in front of Senator What’s-His-Name’s committees?”

“Brandt. And yes, we know.”

“Then throw me a bone. Hodge passed every test we gave him. He’s big, he’s fast, he obeys orders. He’s a soldier.”

“Let me stop you there,” the lieutenant held out a hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “Not only is Hodge racist and sexist, he is also arrogant and rude. He is a bully.”

“You don’t win wars with niceness.” He fished a grenade out of a box, holding it out so they could see. “You win them with guts.” Phillips threw the grenade at the recruits, yelling, “Grenade!” and standing by to watch.

To the trio’s amazement, Steve jumped onto the grenade, willing to sacrifice himself to save others. The two doctors looked at the colonel, each hiding a smile. “It was a dummy grenade,” he informed. “All clear. Back in formation.”

“Is this a test?”

Colonel Phillips ignored the soldier, and grumbled, “He’s still skinny.” To his chagrin, the two doctors were proven right. Steve would become the new super soldier, even though he was far too weak.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n: this was a lot of fun to write! expect a part 2 come up in a couple days to a week! oh, and if you’d like me to create a playlist for this series, i’d love to! in the meantime, i have another special surprise~

#jade's ice cream #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x reader #female reader #blossom diaries #🌸 — blossom #🌷 — sfw

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massivedrickhead · 3 years

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Hiiii can you pretty please do a follow up to the one shot of chloe hitting Beca which her car?!

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Beca limped her way towards the front door of her apartment, fumbling with the keys as she tried to get them out of her pocket.

“Let me,” Chloe said, taking them from her.

“Thanks,” Beca said, leaning heavily against her crutch. The pain in her ribs and pelvis were really starting to make themselves known now.

Chloe unlocked the door and held it open for Beca.

Chloe wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but Beca’s apartment was nice, if not a little bare.

Knowing what Beca’s mental state had been like before the accident, Chloe had been picturing a bit more of a mess, but the apartment was clean and tidy. The only thing that looked out of place was the note on her coffee table.

Chloe looked away, and tried not to imagine what was written on it.

“Thanks for the ride,” Beca said. “Do you wanna stay for a coffee?”

“Sure,” Chloe said, smiling, putting Beca’s bag on the floor.

“Can you, uh, help me make it?” Beca asked, embarrassed.

“Yes,” Chloe said, grinning even more, glad that Beca was actually asking for help. “Of course.”

Chloe followed Beca into the kitchen, and switched the kettle on.

“The mugs are in the cupboard above the microwave,” Beca said. “I can’t stretch up to reach them.”

“I got it,” Chloe said, taking down two mugs. “Sugar?”

“Yeah like, half a tea-spoon,” Beca said. “Do you want milk?”

“Please,” Chloe said, finding the cutlery drawer and adding instant coffee to both cups and sugar to Beca’s. Beca grabbed the milk out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. “Great teamwork.”

Beca laughed. “Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“Well that was adorable,” Chloe said, laughing as she added a splash of milk to her mug. “Milk?”

“No thanks,” Beca said, putting it back in the fridge.

Chloe picked up the two mugs and followed Beca back into the living room. Beca eased herself onto the sofa, and then picked up the note she’d left. She held it in her hands for a few seconds without unfolding it, before she crumpled it into a ball and tossed it towards a small waste paper bin near her desk.

It missed by several feet.

“Good shot,” Chloe said, laughing softly.

“Give me a break,” Beca said, laughing too. “Several parts of me are broken.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Chloe said, moving towards the crumbled ball of paper. She felt Beca’s hand close around her wrist.

“Please… Please don’t read that,” Beca said, the smile gone from her face, her voice quiet.

“I won’t,” Chloe said, softly. “I just don’t want you to have to bend over to pick it up later.”

Beca nodded and let Chloe’s arm go.

Chloe tossed the note into the trash, and returned to the sofa.

They drank their coffee and Chloe told her all about the animals she treated that day.

She could see Beca sinking further and further into the sofa, her grip on the mug beginning to slacken. The caffeine clearly couldn’t compete with the strong pain medication she’d taken once they’d sat down.

“Let me take that,” Chloe said softly, taking the mug out of her hands and setting it on the coffee table. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” Beca said, laughing and rubbing at her eyes. “Sorry.”

Chloe cocked her head. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m falling asleep in the middle of your story about… hamsters?”

“Gerbils,” Chloe said, grinning. “It wasn’t my most exciting story, I’ll admit.”

“No, it was great,” Beca said. “I’m just…”

“On a lot of pain meds?”

“Yeah.”

“And if this was any other day you’d be riveted by my story about gerbils?” Chloe asked.

“Of course,” Beca said, laughing. “I honestly think Universal will be on the phone trying to buy the movie rights.”

“Good to see the drugs aren’t affecting your sarcasm,” Chloe said grinning.

“My personality is like 80% sarcasm so that’s a good thing,” Beca said, feeling her eyes wanting to close again.

“You want some help getting to your room?”

Beca nodded, and Chloe helped her to her feet.

“You’re a really good person, Chloe,” Beca said, as Chloe helped her to her room and onto her bed.

Chloe smiled but shook her head. “I’m not that great. I have this thing where I run people over with my car. Do you wanna change into some pyjamas or something?”

“Oh, am I not your first victim?” Beca asked, grinning.

“No, you’re my first,” Chloe said. “But I think I’ve got a taste for it now, you know?” Beca laughed and winced. “Pyjamas?”

“Bottom drawer,” Beca said, her eyes momentarily screwed up as she waited for the pain to pass. When she opened them, Chloe was holding out some pyjamas for her, a look of concern on her face.

“I’m fine,” Beca said. “And anyway, it’s a good job you did hit me, remember?”

“I remember,” Chloe said, softly. She turned around so Beca could change. “Do you… Do you wanna talk about any of that?”

“Not right now,” Beca said, struggling to change without hurting herself more.

Chloe was itching to turn around and help, but she knew she had to let Beca ask for it. She had to draw a line somewhere.

“Can… Can you help?” Beca asked after a few minutes of struggling.

Chloe turned and helped Beca change.

“You should have been a doctor or something instead of a vet,” Beca mumbled as she lay down and Chloe pulled the blanket up so it covered her.

“I thought about it for a while,” Chloe said, sitting on the edge of the bed, her hand moving to brush a strand of hair out of Beca’s face.

“How come you didn’t?” Beca asked, closing her eyes at the contact.

“I get too attached to people,” Chloe said, softly. “Too involved. Harder to do that with animals.”

Beca didn’t reply because she’d already fallen asleep.

Chloe left a note on her bedside asking her to text her when she woke up, and to call if she needed anything.

She went into the kitchen and took some mugs, bowls, and plates that were all in the higher cupboards and placed them on the counter so Beca wouldn’t have to stretch up to reach them.

She then headed back to the living room to put on her coat and shoes, and her eyes fell on the small bin which contained Beca’s note.

Chloe wondered who it had been addressed to, if anyone.

She thought about what it might say, even though she wasn’t sure that she wanted to know.

She took a step towards it before remembering the look on Beca’s face when she asked her not to read it.

She left the apartment and pushed it from her mind. If Beca wanted her to know, she would tell her.

Beca: Hey, just woke up. Thanks again for helping me last night. Once I’m fully healed I’ll have to think of a way to repay you xx

Chloe: You could take me out for dinner? Or let me take you out for dinner? xx

Chloe: Either way, I want to eat dinner and I want you to be there xx

Beca: It’s a date xx

Beca: Did you move all my shit out of the cupboard so I didn’t have to reach to get it? xx

Chloe: Yeah, that’s okay right? xx

Beca: It’s like the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you xx

Chloe: You’re welcome :) xx

Chloe: Morning sunshine, how are you feeling? xx

Chloe: It’s been a few hours, can you give me a text back so I know you’re okay? xx

Chloe: Bec, I’m freaking out, please answer my calls?

Chloe: I’m coming over.

Chloe was feeling sick with worry as she drove to Beca’s apartment. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Beca had seemed fine when Chloe left the night before, but it wasn’t like her to not text back or answer Chloe’s calls.

She’d been out of the hospital for a week now, and seemed to be doing a little better, physically, but she still hadn’t talked to Chloe about any of the other stuff going on with her.

The elevator ride seemed to last a lifetime, stopping on every floor to let people in and out.

When she finally made it to Beca’s door, her hands were shaking as she knocked.

“Beca?” She called, pressing her ear to the door to see if she could hear any sound of movement. “Beca, please open the door. I don’t know if you’re mad at me or what, but I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” If Beca could hear her, she didn’t answer. Beca had given her a spare key for emergencies, and although Chloe didn’t know if this constituted and emergency yet, she didn’t want to take the chance.

She unlocked the door and entered the apartment.

“Beca?”

Chloe could hear the sound of running water and followed it to where Beca’s bathroom was. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Beca?”

“C-Chloe? Chloe is that you?!”

“Can I come in?” Chloe asked, relieved to hear her voice, but terrified of the way it was shaking.

“P-please,” Beca said. “I n-need help.”

Chloe opened the bathroom door and found Beca in the bathtub, the shower on, spraying water everywhere, the shower curtain on top of her.

“I s-slipped,” Beca said, her teeth chattering.

“Oh my god,” Chloe said, rushing in and switching off the shower which was now freezing cold. “Jesus, Beca, how long have you been in here?”

“S-since this m-morning,” Beca said, shivering violently. “I c-couldn’t g-get up.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, letting out a shaky breath. “Okay, we’re gonna get you up and get you warm.”

“S-sorry,” Beca said.

“Shh, don’t be sorry,” Chloe replied. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

“I s-should have b-been more c-careful,” Beca said, watching as Chloe grabbed a towel. “It’s t-too f-fucking hard trying to shower w-with this th-thing on my a-arm.”

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “I’m gonna move the shower curtain okay? And then I’m gonna cover you with the towel. I’ll try not to look.”

“‘K-kay.”

Chloe pulled the fallen shower curtain off Beca and wrapped her in a towel, trying to keep her eyes averted as best she could. Water had soaked the bathroom, so the clothes Beca had brought in with her were drenched.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Chloe said, crouching down to lift Beca out of the tub. “Put your arms around my neck. I’m gonna try and do this without hurting your ribs, but I apologise in advance if I do.”

“I-it’s ok-kay,” Beca said, putting her arms around Chloe’s neck. “T-too numb t-to f-feel anything a-anyway.”

Chloe placed an arm under Beca’s legs and one behind her back and lifted her up. Beca bit down on her lip hard as the pain in her ribs spiked. She was lighter than Chloe expected and Chloe could feel her trembling against her. She took her into the bedroom and gently lowered her to the bed.

“Th-thank you,” Beca said.

“Are you hurt?” Chloe asked, grabbing pyjamas out of the drawer.

“H-hard to t-tell,” Beca said. “Th-there’s a l-lot of pain but I d-don’t know if a-any of it is n-new.”

“Did you hit your head or anything when you slipped?”

“I d-don’t th-think so,” Beca said. “I s-sort of f-fell on my s-side. M-my arm t-took the b-brunt of it. E-everything else k-kinda l-locked up. I c-couldn’t m-move.”

“Okay,” Chloe said, tears burning her eyes. “It’s okay, you’re out now. Do you think you can put these on? I’m gonna make you a hot water bottle. You should eat something too. And take your meds.”

“N-not h-hungry,” Beca said. “I j-just w-wanna get w-warm and sleep.”

“You’ve been in there for hours, Becs,” Chloe said. “You have to eat something. I’ll be right back, okay?”

She grabbed Beca’s hot water bottle and headed for the kitchen. She made a grilled cheese while she waited for the kettle to boil, and tried to control her tears. She thought about what would have happened if she hadn’t come over to check on her. If she hadn’t been given a spare key. If she hadn’t offered to help Beca in the first place.

How long would she have been in there? Would her strength have come back to her eventually, or would she have stayed in there until someone found her? And who would have found her? The same person she left that note for?

Her thoughts were spiralling as she watched steam start to rise from the kettle, and the sound of it clicking off made her jump.

She filled the bottle and made Beca a mug of chamomile tea. She grabbed her meds, tucked the bottle under her arm, and carried the tea and grilled cheese through to Beca’s room.

“Here you go,” Chloe said, putting the tea and sandwich on her nightstand.

Beca had managed to change and had climbed into bed, her hands still shaking. She gratefully took the hot water bottle and wrapped her arms around it.

“How bad’s the pain?”

“B-bad,” Beca said. “A s-solid e-eight out of t-ten.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“N-no,” Beca said. “P-please. I j-just want to s-sleep.”

“Okay,” Chloe said with a sigh. “But you can’t take any painkillers unless you eat something first or you’ll get sick.”

Beca let out a small huff of resignation and picked up the plate with still shaking hands.

While she ate, Chloe went into the bathroom, re-attached the shower curtain, and cleaned up the mess.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Beca said, setting down the empty plate. She swallowed some painkillers with a mouthful of tea and settled further into the bed, warmth spreading through her chest.

“I know,” Chloe replied. She sat on the edge of Beca’s bed and pressed a hand to her face. It was still cold, but not as bad as it was before. The shivering had died down too.

“Thank you for coming to check on me,” Beca said, putting the half-empty cup on her nightstand. The meds were doing their work, and Beca could feel the pain easing off. “I don’t know how long I’d have been there if you hadn’t.”

“I’m just glad you gave me a key,” Chloe said, her hand now stroking through Beca’s slightly damp hair.

“That feels nice,” Beca mumbled, closing her eyes.

“I’m really glad you’re okay, Beca,” Chloe said. “I was really scared when you didn’t reply to any of my texts. I… I really like you.”

Beca didn’t answer immediately, and Chloe assumed she’d fallen asleep. When she stood up to leave, she saw Beca’s hand reaching for her. Chloe took it and held it.

“Stay,” she mumbled, her eyes blinking open slowly. “Please. Please stay with me.”

“Of course,” Chloe said. She kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed beside her, hoping this was what Beca meant.

Beca rolled over and cuddled into her as best as she could. “Is this okay?” She asked.

“Yeah,” Chloe said, smiling as she put her arm around her. “More than okay.”

“I really like you too,” Beca said, before she relaxed into Chloe’s side and fell asleep.

Chloe: I’ve had a really bad day, can I come over? xx

Beca: Yeah of course. Just let yourself in when you get here xx

It was a few days after the shower incident and Beca had just about recovered from it. She’d started texting Chloe before she went in the shower, and as soon as she got out. They had a deal that if Chloe didn’t hear from Beca 45 minutes after going in the shower, Chloe would come check on her. Luckily that hadn’t happened yet. Just in case it did though, Beca had started timing her showers for when she knew Chloe was out of work. She really didn’t want to be in a situation again where she was either trapped in the bathtub or causing Chloe to get in trouble at work.

Around 20 minutes later, Beca heard the key in the lock and she looked up from her laptop screen to see Chloe letting herself in.

“Hey,” Beca said, shutting her laptop and putting it on the coffee table. “Are you okay?”

Chloe shook her head, her eyes red and tear filled, a smudge of mascara on the top of her cheek.

“Come sit down,” Beca said, a look of concern flooding her face. “Do you want tea or anything?”

“No,” Chloe said, sniffing and wiping her eyes as she dropped onto the sofa beside Beca. “Sorry. I’ve just had the worse day.”

“What happened?” Beca asked, wanting to comfort Chloe but not knowing how to.

“It was just… Just really sad. This old guy came in with his dog, this… this beautiful 12-year-old Labrador. He was just the sweetest boy,” Chloe said, her eyes filling with tears again. “He had a limp and this man just assumed he’d hurt his leg when he’d been running around the garden. I did an x-ray and it was a tumour. He had… He was full of them.”

“Oh no,” Beca said, softly.

“He… He thought everything would be fine. That his dog would get some meds or maybe a shot and then they’d take him home. He said he’d got the dog after his wife passed. He didn’t have any kids or relatives that were still alive. This dog was all he had and he… He had to say goodbye to him today.”

“That’s really sad, Chlo’,” Beca said, placing a hand on Chloe’s arm, rubbing up at down softly. “But I bet the dog had the best life with that guy. And even though it might not feel like it, you helped that dog. He isn’t in pain anymore because of you. He didn’t suffer.”

Chloe wiped her eyes again but new tears replaced the old ones almost immediately. “I know,” she said, trying to control her crying. “And I know I shouldn’t get so involved. But it just broke me. The thought of him losing his only companion. Of him going back to his home with just a leash instead of his best friend. Having to get rid of all the dog stuff. It’s killing me.”

“Come here,” Beca said, pulling Chloe into a hug. She didn’t know how Chloe did it. How she managed to feel for other people so deeply. How other people’s pain became her pain. How she carried it with her as if she was the one suffering. She didn’t know how she could stay as strong as she did.

She’d been friends with Chloe for a few weeks now, but this was the first time she’d seen her truly break down. It kinda scared her.

“I gave him my number,” Chloe said, once she’d managed to stop crying. “In case he needed someone to talk to or grab a coffee with.”

“Of course you did,” Beca said, laughing softly.

She wondered if that’s how Chloe saw her too. As just another unfortunate person who needed help. Not a friend, just someone she felt sorry for.

She tried to push that feeling away, but with her mental state being what it was, it lingered.

She tried to focus on the fact that Chloe had come to her for help this time. That their friendship wasn’t one-sided.

“Do you ever get tired?” Beca asked once their hug ended.

“Of what?”

“Of taking on everyone else’s emotions? Of feeling them so strongly?”

“Of course I do,” Chloe said, letting out a teary laugh. “Look at me, Beca. It’s part of my job to put animals down when they’re sick and dying, I do it every week, more than once a week usually, and I’ve been crying about this for hours. If there’s a way to… to dull these emotions, I don’t know how to do it. And I wouldn’t want to.”

“You wouldn’t?” Beca asked, tilting her head.

“No,” Chloe said. “These feelings… These connections, they… They make me want to help people. They make me want to be a better person. They helped me meet you.”

“I think your car helped you meet me,” Beca said, laughing lightly, ignoring the vicious voice in her head which whispered you’re just another one of her projects.

She doesn’t feel the same way about you as you do about her.

“Fair,” Chloe said laughing. “But if I didn’t have this… obsessive thing, I don’t know if I’d have fought so hard to meet you properly.”

“If you hadn’t felt sorry for me, you mean,” Beca said, the negative voice in her head getting louder.

Chloe frowned. “I didn’t say that. I didn’t want to meet you because I felt sorry for you. I wanted to meet you because I’d hit you with my car and I needed to apologise and see that you were okay. Becs, we’ve been through this.” Chloe took Beca’s hands and felt relieved when she didn’t pull away. “I’m not here because I feel sorry for you. You’re… You’re not like the other people I’ve wanted to help before. I like you, Beca. I really fucking like you.”

Beca sniffed slightly and tried not to look at Chloe. “I really like you too,” she said. “Sorry for… for being this way. You came here upset and I shouldn’t be questioning your motives all of the time. I just… I get paranoid. I can’t believe anyone as good as you would want to spend time with me because they enjoy my company.”

“You don’t need to apologise,” Chloe said. “I just want you to believe me, Beca. I want you to trust me.”

“I’m trying,” Beca said with a strained laugh, tears brimming in her eyes. “I’m really trying, Chlo’. But every other person in my life left as soon as I let down my guard. I don’t want that to happen with you. I don’t… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” Chloe said, her hands moving to cup Beca’s face, thumbs sweeping across her cheeks to brush away the tears that fell. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But-”

“Beca,” Chloe said, cutting her off. “Look at me.” Beca did. Her eyes were full of fear and pain, preparing for rejection. She swallowed hard when she locked eyes with Chloe. Chloe’s eyes were full of a fierce determination. Chloe leaned forward so their foreheads pressed together, her hands were still cupping her face. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Beca closed her eyes, letting more tears fall. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breathing felt laboured. “I’m not good at this.”

“It’s okay,” Chloe said. “Open your eyes.” Again, Beca did, her chest still heaving. “Relax. Everything’s okay.”

Beca nodded and tried to control her breathing.

“Beca, are you having a panic attack?”

“No,” Beca said. “No, I’m fine. I just feel like I’m about to do something stupid.”

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Chloe asked, moving her head back slightly so she could look at Beca properly.

“Uh huh,” Beca said, her eyes dropping to Chloe’s lips. “I’m just nervous. I don’t want to screw this up."

Chloe smiled. “You won’t.”

Beca closed the gap between them, her eyes falling shut as her lips met Chloe’s.

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cutegirlmayra · 3 years

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I love your jealous Sonic and I think the most canon one is boom, so may I ask for Boom!Sonamy with jealous Sonic? If you need a more specific idea maybe Amy gets a pet like a puppy that takes up all her attention so Sonic feels left out and in competition and feels the dog doesn't like him and doesn't want to share Amy.

You can find me talking about this prompt at 21:16 on the Pajama Blogs!

Hehe, jealous Sonic, it would be more canon in Boom, you’re right. I agree and share your opinions lolol but I think this would be cute and I hope I do it justice!

PROMPTS ARE ON SHUTDOWN! Sorry, you missed the grand opening and will have to wait till next time :( You can still ask questions though! But they need to be in accordance to the blog rules~<3

Prompt:

Comedy Chimp was in a hysteria of panic, the news had just announced the most popular celebrity pet: Tinkle Dipples, to be housed in Hedgehog Village while preparing to shoot a cameo in the famous Tommy Thunder movies.

Eggman and Amy compete in a tournament/competition to win the right to take care of Tinkle Dipples for the shooting, since his manager is going fangirl over Tommy Thunder, she doesn’t want to care for him and instead, has Amy--the winner of the tournament--sign some legal documents and take off to pursue her hero.

Sympathizing a bit with the manager but more excited about the cute, idol puppy, Amy takes her job very seriously as Eggman whines and complains about his loss and plans to do something about it..!

“I knew I should have played Dynamite Dalmatian but she had Rover Clover on the field, you can’t EXPLODE ROLL WITH MAXIUM LUCK ON YOUR OPPONENTS TEAM!” he wept and tossed his arms about as they wacked against his bed.

Orbot and Cubot just looked to each other, unsure how to comfort him. “Sir, perhaps scheming against Sonic and his friends while one of their prominent members is distracted could prove useful and make you feel better?” Orbot stated, as the two held up a pen and some graph paper, “Scheming always puts you in a better mood for evil...” He encouraged again.

Collecting himself and rubbing his massive hands under his glasses, he sniffled as he took the paper and started sketching. “Ohh...hoo... hoo...oh-ho? Oh ho! Oh-ho-ho-ho-wha-hahaha!!!” with soft cries that suddenly turned manic with evil, he scribbled more furiously and immediately cranked his back and threw his arms to an angle in his signature laughter.

Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles were playing beachball when Sticks poked her head out of the local garage dump, “Heeeey, wait a minute!” she threw a banana peel off her head a second, “Volleyball and Beachball are the same things! Why are they called differently!? Do they respond to the same name!?”

“Guess you could call it Beach Volleyball.” Tails shrugged, “Though, technically, beachball is the thing you use to play volleyball...” As he continued, Knuckles spiked and knocked him down while he was contemplating it.

“Haha! Snooze you loose!” Knuckles mocked, throwing his arms down to point at Tails.

“Grr... Knuckles! We’re on the same team!” He spat out sand and dusted himself off.

“Oh.” Knuckles then gestured to himself, “Well, then I was awake and quaked!”

Tails shook his head, “Sonic, do you have to play on your own team?”

“What? I’m fast enough for two!” Showing off his amazing speed, Sonic zipped around the court to where it looked like Sonic was literally playing by himself, “I could even play all teams!” He snatched the ball from the ground and pushed--or lightly placed--Knuckles and Tails out of the field to then play the game by himself.

“Still seems a bit unfair, though.” Tails pouted, folding his arms.

“No, no. Shh!!! I wanna see which team wins!” Knuckles became excited, “Woo! Go, Left field Sonic! Ah! No! Watch out, Right field Sonic! Nooo..!!! Oh, phew... Wait-Sonic!” Knuckles went through typical spectators reactions, gripping his head, tugging on his hair, before cheering yet again, “Yeeeahhh! Good forward arm there, Left field Sonic! Rooted for your along! ... Hey, which one’s Sonic again?” he looked to Tails.

“At least you got the fields right.” Tails side-commented before stepping back up to Sonic. “Is this because Amy wouldn’t come down to the beach today?”

“Yeah, we can’t help it if I’m too good for the two of ya.” He twirled the ball on his finger, “Besides, Amy can’t--and won’t--part with that Tinkle... Dinkle... Winkle... whatever his name is!” Sonic fanned a hand out, masking his own opinions on it. “Amy’s obsessed with that thing...”

“Huh, I always thought Amy was obsessed with y-” Tails seemed to panic and jumped up to cover Knuckles’s mouth.

“Knuckles-!” he cried out, then lowered his voice to whisper down to him, clinging to his head and shoulder. “We’re supposed to pretend we don’t know anything about that...”

“Anything about what now?” Sonic was still doing tricks with the volleyball.

“N-nothing!” Tails waved his hands out and flew a moment in the air. “An-anyway, I don’t think I’m really in the mood to keep playing. I’ve got uh... some... some engineering stuff to work on! Bye, Sonic!” He waved and took off.

“Engine-erring!?” Sticks spat out a flat tire that had been thrown away that she was gnawing on to find the trapped gerbil that she believed made the car’s wheels turn and free it from it’s imprisonment at last. “Oh no, you don’t!” she jumped out and rushed after him, barking as he flew up and in a bit of surprised fright, tried to dodge her but she jumped and grabbed his foot. “You aren’t making nothing to torture these gerbils anymore!”

“W-wha-what are you talking about!? Le-let goooo!!!” The two flew off and seemed to crash somewhere.

“I-uh... better check on that.” Knuckles saw Sonic offering to share the ball with him but decided to check on his friends first. “Sticks! Wait! I’m sure that nice village of Gogobas are still safely in their pity parties!”

Sonic sighed, “Oooh...” And let the ball go to kick it, letting it roll as a Eggman spybot was hit out of a bush and flew up.

“Guess I’ll check on Amy then...” Sonic took off towards her house.

“Hehehe-huhuhu...” Eggman rubbed his hands together, sitting happily in front of his screen in his evil lair. “There we go... I’ll snatch Mr. Tinkle Dipples the second Amy’s distracted by Sonic!” He roared confidently in laughter. “My machine is almost complete! Orbot! Cubot!”

“Yes, Doctor?!” Cubot nervously saluted as Eggman turned around to face the two in his spinning chair.

“Make sure my robot pooch is fully operational!”

“Yes, doctor!” The two took off...

Sonic raced to the door, but before knocking, looked himself over in the reflection of a window and adjusted his quills, then tightened his bandana. He choked, loosening the bandana again and grumbling to himself something but the only audible line one could hear was--”Never learned to tie a tie...” before rushing back to door and knocking this time.

“Busy!” Amy cried from within.

His entire confident air deflated, and he drooped forward with his arms hanging down, “Oooh... Uh, it’s me! Sonic! ... Sonic The Hedgehog!” He puffed himself up just a little bit more, calling and leaning more towards the door. “Hero extraordinary! ... So much better than a puppy...” He folded his arms and mumbled the last bit to himself.

“Oh-oh... C-coming!” Amy seemed to scramble but Sonic could hear multiple layers of locks, chairs, wooden-door stoppers and more start being cleared away like a construction site. She peeked open the door, “Come in!” she chimed, “Quickly, quickly, quickly..!” She then rushed him in and put one single lock back on the door. “Eh, I’ll take of that later.”

“Woah, what’s with the, uh... high-end security arrangement, Ames?” Sonic thumbed-back to the door but Amy rushed over to a stool with a soft pillow on it, making the little puppy look like royalty as his tongue hung out and he drooled.

His eyes grew intensely large like in anime and shined, trying to such Sonic into his cuteness as Sonic felt the pull but leaned away.

It shone with heavenly aura as it’s eyes kept growing bigger but Sonic about-faced and turned to Amy, “Uhh... How’s the pooch-sitting coming along-” he was surprised to see she was completely captivated by the puppy and already squatting by the stool, gawking and taking pictures as her own eyes looked bigger than normal.

“Aww, cute puppy! Sweet boy! Look over hereee~” she cooed and coddled as it continued to pant, it’s eyes normal to Sonic now. “Who’s the cutest, wutest, sweetest, squishiest cheek boy ever?~” she then scrunched up his cheeks and played with them as they jiggled and wobbled to her touch, spraying drool everywhere...

“Oh.” He realized he was being ignored. “Alright, no worries, just the most dashing man of the hour in your house... No need to over-celebrate.” He frowned and pushed his arms straight down again. “Dumb dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” Amy’s big, sparkling eyes went right into his face, as though a brainwashed-slave to this puppy as he shook his head in intimidation at her creepy smile.

“N-no-nothing! Just how cute the puppy iswh! Is-!” he almost mimicked Amy’s baby-talk on accident. “Ehem, Amy, I normally would never do this under typical and honorable circumstances but in this case-” He shoved her hands to his cheeks, “I think you see my point.” he beamed.

“...Uh, I guess?” Amy took her hands off his cheeks, “You hungry or something?”

He deflated yet again, his eyes just saucers of white. “N... No.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“...Yes.” He shrugged down, and as she went to the kitchen, he glared and clenched his jaw at the puppy. He zipped over to it, “Listen you, I don’t know what fame has done to your head or anything, but I’m not here to stand for your pompous treatment of my friend!”

The dog continued to drool, one eye blinking.

“But I’ll have you know that I’m the big shot in these parts! And Amy just happens to be madly in love with me!” He pointed to himself and then picked up the constantly panting dog. “Not you. So you can wag your little tail and stick out your tongue somewhere else!” He dashed to one of Amy’s bird cages and shoved the dog in, causing a minor yelp from it but it wasn’t hurt, just surprised as Sonic tarped it and headed back to Amy.

Sitting at the counter, he then crossed his legs, “So-ho-ho~ Amy~ Have I told you about the one time I-”

“Yep.” Amy continued to work on the food.

“I-I didn’t even say it.” Sonic squinted his eyes in suspicion at her.

“Uh-huh.”

“...Are you even listening to me?”

“All done!” she poured something into a bowl.

“Awesome! You’re cooking, might I say, is way better than Meh Burger when it comes to the ol’Sonic engine!” he rubbed his stomach and licked his chops before Amy swiped the bowl away from him as he went to bite down. “H-huh..? What just happened...” he spoke with his mouth open, mid-bite again, before he saw the puppy had mysteriously wound-up on the pillow stool again, Amy bringing the deluxe dog food over to him.

“Here you go, Mr. Tinkle Dinkles~ Yes, who’s hungry? Who’s the biggest star in Hedgehog Village and the world? And the whole wide wittle world? You are~ You are, you good boy~” she petted him as he leaned his head back, thumped his leg at her praise and loving scratches, and then flopped over her lap to gorge himself in her home-prepared dog food.

Sonic leaned against the couch, narrowing his eyes at the sight as he muttered more curses for the dog under his breath...

He had a thought bubble that then showed a chibi-version of Amy and the pooch, her scratching his belly and loving on him but the dog faded and a Chibi-Sonic replaced it. Snickering and cackling as Chibi-Amy continued her smothering but the Dog was now whining with it’s tail between it’s legs, trapped in a Meh Burger costume with a sign that read: ‘Will pee for attention’.

Sonic continued to snicker to himself before the doorbell rang again.

“Oh?” Amy lightly placed the dog back on his stool and used a finely made napkin with ‘Fuzzy Puppy Buddies’ logo on it to clean up his mouth before heading to the door. “Who could that be?”

While Amy was distracted, Sonic sped over to the dog, grabbed it, pulled back the window and tossed the dog with a under-handed swing out the window. It hung in the air a moment before going, “Oof?” like a little woof and fell straight down...

Into Eggman’s hands...

“Hehehe, hohoho..!” Eggman placed a mechanical dog down, doing the exact animations as the dumb little creature in the first place. “Now you’re coming with daddy sweetie~ Who’s a big, bright, beautiful star? You are~ You are Mr. Tinkle Dipples~ Uncle Eggy has a nice place set up just for you~” he wiggled his finger to the puppy and continued to adore it secretly while sneaking away.

“I’m gonna miss Metal Pooch.” Cubot wiped an imaginary tear from his eye. “Such beautiful destruction he caused...”

“Yeah... The steel heart mends, Cubot. Give it time to rust.” Orbot patted Cubot and helped turn him away from the sight.

When Amy closed the door again, she turned around with a shriek, panicking and tearing her house up looking for the dog. Sonic tried everything to get her to turn her attention to him, even momentarily throwing away his pride and setting up a floor-lounge with candle-lit setting with a rose in and across his mouth,... but she was too busy searching to see.

He spat out the rose and it hit her on the back of her head, “Ah! Sonic! We don’t have time for-...” Her eyes shrunk at the scene, and it might have been enough as their eyes met and romantic music started playing as he lifted up his foot and clicked a radio with his heel.

“Who’s a good boy..?” he flirted, but suddenly...

“BARK. BARK. I AM BARKING LIKE A CUTE, WITTLE BOY. BARK. BARK.”

“Oh my stars!” Amy raced to the window, “Mr. Tinkle Dipples!? What are you doing out here?” she had big, anime eyes again... as though love was blinding her from seeing the fakeness of the dog.

She cradled it in her arms after reaching down the window to get it.

“BARK. BARK. I AM THE GOODEST OF BOYS.” It’s robot voice was a dead giveaway, but Sonic was amazed to see that Amy kept caring for it, spoon-feeding it as it took the food but lifted its tail to dispel it out the other end.

“Ohh~ Did Tinkle Dipples make a wittle present-mess-le?” Amy put her hands to her hips as Sonic couldn’t take it anymore.

“HE’S A ROBOT!” He spindashed the Eggman robot as it powered down.

“Ohh... Goodest of b-b-boys...” and shut down.

“NNNOOOO!!!” Amy freaked out, crying and holding him in her lowered arms.

“Amy! Snap out of it! It’s a decoy!” Sonic put his hands on her shoulders and shook her, and her eyes returned to normal. “H-huh? Sonic? When did you get here?”

He lowered his eyes in agitation, but then the news came on.

“This just came in, T.W Barker is suing Amy Rose for a violation of her contract, that’s right, MR. TINKLE DIPPLES IS MISSING! AHH!! THAT POOR, INNOCENT BOY! AHH! AHH, THE AGONY! Amy’s reputation is ruined by the way and the world will never forgive her awful crime of LOSING THE MOST ADORABLE PUPPY IN THE WOR-RL-RLD!!!” The eagle was losing himself in his grief, as Amy’s eyes twitched and she brought out her hammer, looking ready to murder Sonic.

“Wait!” He dodged, “Amy, listen to me! YIKES!” he had to dodge Amy all the way to Eggman’s, where they defeated him to get the puppy back, who was still as still and in a loop-animation as ever, but wagged its tail and licked Sonic’s face when successfully brought to the manager.

Amy’s reputation was spared and Cubot and Orbot got Tails to fix Metal Pooch, leaving him to a happy life with Mombot.

She sat and stroked him, “THERE. THERE. WHO’S THE GOODEST BOY IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD BESIDES MY TWO OTHER EVIL BOY SONS?”

Metal Pooch continued the animation cycle, “I AM. I AM GOODEST BOY OF YOUR TWO EVIL SONS. BARK. BARK.”

Eggman frowned, watching from a window, “Ohh... Wait, how’d he end up there!?”

Cubot still visits to give him screws as a treat.

Amy looked to her friends, “Huh, I guess the moral here is to not let celebrities take over your lives and make you forget about your real friends...” She opened her arms up to everyone but instead, T.W Barker popped up, shocking everyone.

“And always keep your contractual obligations~” he winked to the camera with a sly grin.

“Evenwhenabluehedgehog,that’sbeentheloveofyourlifeforwhoknowshowlong,isflirtingwithyoujustbecausejealousyisapartofacopingmechanismoftennotprescribedwithourcompany’sproductremembertobrushyourteethandsayyourprayerssuckersthisistotallylegitmarketingschemes.”

he muttered under his breath as though the legalities at the end of a radio or t.v commercials.

END.

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