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Kids in Dallas Ideas for a sizable, gender-neutral, dark-wood floor and brown floor kids' room renovation with gray walls

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Kids in Dallas Ideas for a sizable, gender-neutral, dark-wood floor and brown floor kids' room renovation with gray walls

#red modern chairs #striped ceiling #yellow cowhide rug #disney playroom #red lamp #playroom #window seat

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Playroom - Kids Room Inspiration for a mid-sized gender-neutral kids' room remodel

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Playroom Kids Room

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An unexpected role (pt. 2) | cl16

Summary: you revealed your little secret to your date, you didn't expect he would take it so well.

Warning: none, a lot of fluff and a bunch of dad!Charles.

a/n: part two of “an unexpected role” this is a little bit long, I hope you like it! Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“Mama, Chas... 'rrived!” said an excited Lily jumping up and down.

It had been a couple of months since you and Charles started dating, and he was like a breath of fresh air to your life, Lily adored him, he was her companion for adventures and bedtime stories. It was what your life was missing, although you both weren't officially a couple yet, you felt like one because you spent more time together in your apartment than anything else.

“Hi there my little flower! Are you ready for our afternoon together?” He said as he bent down to hug her, Lily nodded. “Hello you gorgeous!”

“Hi Charlie boo-boo!” you said as you approached him with a smile to give him a hug and a little kiss on the lips, act that made him blush a little. “Are you sure you don't mind going out alone with Lily? I could accompany you both.” you asked him and he denied.

“No my darling, stay here, consider it your day off... Besides, I'm sure Lily and I will have a great time, right princess?” he said and asked Lily, to which she nodded excitedly.

“Alright honey. Have a great time guys!” you said while smiling at them. “Bye Lily, have fun with Charlie!” you said as you waved your hand at your little girl.

Lily ran over to you to hug you and give you kisses on the face. “Bye mama! Love....you!” she said very effusively.

Charles smiled at you again as he waved his hand and took Lily's hand to leave the apartment without first closing the door. It had been a long time since you had an afternoon to yourself or a moment of relaxation, but you didn't complain, being a mother is a laborious task and you liked being the best version of yourself for Lily.

So you took advantage of having a moment of relaxation, you decided to go to the beauty salon, since you had a long time without going and get your haircut and nails done.

***

Meanwhile, Charles and Lily had arrived at the children's playroom that was in the shopping center, it was a quite colorful place with trampolines, tables to play and draw, and other fun things for kids to enjoy. Lily held Charles's finger tightly, as if she didn't want to be separated from him.

“What's happening my little peach? Don't you want to go play there?” he asked Lily with a soft voice, she denied. “It’s okay princess, we can do anything else you want!”

With that being said, he picked up Lily in his arms and started walking through the shopping center.

“Princess!” Lily said happily, Charles turned his head and saw a very flashy and cute princess store.

“Do you want to go in there princess?” He asked her with a little smile and she stretched her little hands towards the store. “I'll take that as a yes then. C'mon darling! Let's make some memories.”

Upon entering the store there were many girls dressed as little Disney princesses, some were playing and some of them left the store with some princess memorabilia, Lily started to move in Charles's arms so he placed her on the floor and took her little hand. One of the workers approached them.

“Oh, hello there! How can I help you?” said the worker who was wearing a tiara on her head, Lily began to point to the tiara on the girl's head.

“'tumes! Chas, princesses!” Lily said very happy smiling, Charles caressed her little head.

“Hello! Ehm... She wants to try one of the princess costumes, isn't that right princess?” He said and at the same time asked Lily, who just smiled, implying that she agreed with him.

“Then perfect! Follow me!” The worker said and began to guide them through the store, there were many things about princesses, costumes, toys, t-shirts with prints of the different princesses, it seemed like Lily's eyes were going to pop out, she giggled when she saw everything that was there.

They toured the princess store with the worker, who showed them absolutely everything until they reached a part where there were costumes for all the princesses. Lily was very happy and excited about this cute adventure with Charlie.

“We get to the part where the magic happens!” The girl said and Lily clapped her hands while giggling. “Well, little one, what would you like to dress up as?”

“'Ella! 'Ella!” Lily said as she jumped up and pointed at Cinderella's costume.

Saying that, the girl looked for a Cinderella costume for Lily, with her tiara and accessories, she took her to a fitting room where she placed the costume on her.

“Lilytunes, are you ready? I want to see you cutie.” Charles said as he looked towards the dressing room where Lily had entered.

Following that, Lily came out in a cute little Cinderella costume, she looked like an adorable little princess, Charles smiled when he saw her, she was the exact replica of her mama, so pretty and absolutely cute.

“I am a princess Chas! Princess!” Lily said, jumping around and smiling at Charles.

“But of course you are, my girl. A very pretty little princess!” He said as he took her little hand and made her spin around. “Let me take a picture of you to show mama later, okay?”

After that they continued seeing various things in the store, like stuffed animals of the princesses and their pets, and there were even little outfits for stuffed animals of which Lily wanted to take one for Mimi, the name of the stuffed bunny that Charles had given her when they met.

“Did you enjoy your afternoon little butterfly? Did you like going out with me today?” He asked as he gave her some of his strawberry milkshake.

She nodded while smiling at him. “Yes! Thank you dada!” She said giving him a hug, he hugged her back but he practically froze.

She had called him dad... She had called him that, he had imagined the distant possibility that she could call him that, but he never thought that she would say it so naturally, she was a very intelligent little girl for only being two years old, almost three in fact. He felt happy when he heard those little magic words.

***

“We're here!” He said as he entered the apartment holding hands with Lily and holding the bags with the little things he bought for her, as well as a bouquet of flowers and a pretty necklace he bought for you. “Oh god, love, stop looking so beautiful, you'll give me a heart attack with how pretty you look every time!” He said when he saw you, you looked pretty with your haircut and your new nails.

You just smiled and approached them. “But it is my favorite duo! How are you honey?” You asked as you gave him a small kiss on the lips. “And how is my little princess? Did you have fun with Charlie?” You asked Lily as you picked her up to fill her with kisses everywhere.

She nodded. “Yes mama! Dada took me to the world of princesses and... I have a 'ella costume!” she said while giggling.

Your eyes watered a little, you smiled when you heard her, you looked at Charles and he smiled while blushing a little, you know how much he loves and adores Lily, both of you actually.

“That's awesome sweetie!” You said as you gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I'm glad you had fun with Charlie!”

***

As bedtime approached, you went to tell Lily her bedtime story, just like you do every day, you and Charles sat near her bed, you smiled when you saw her hugging Mimi, who was now wearing a little Cinderella dress, just like Lily's.

“Alright little lady, it's time to sleep and dream!” You said with a smile as you placed kisses on her face and she giggled, it was your routine before bed.

“Good night my sweetheart! I loved hanging out with you today!” He said while also giving her little kisses on her face.

“Good night mama, good night dada! Luv youu!” She said goodbye to you while lengthening the last u.

As you walk back to the master bedroom, Charles can't help but feel happy and excited why Lily called him "dad", in her own way, but she did. He wanted to cry with happiness, maybe it wasn't there from the beginning, but it had arrived at the right time in your lives.

“So... Dada? You got promoted today!” You smiled.

“I think so... I can't ask for more, I didn't think Lily would call me that, it doesn't bother me at all that she does it, I feel like I've won a championship, as silly as it sounds.” He said as his eyes watered and he smiled.

“Hey, well, to me you're actually her dad. It's just... You take her for a walk, you buy her things, the night she got sick you were awake with her trying to calm her down, believe me, not everyone does that Charles.” You said and then kissed him on the lips, it was a slow kiss in which you overflowed all your emotions towards him. “You are even more of a dad than some out there, and you don't know how happy I am that you are the one made for us.”

At the end of the day, what started out as something so unexpected and kind of casual, became the most significant thing in your lives, which were now filled with a lot of color, laughter and a lot, a lot of love between the three of you, that even if there are no blood ties, love is enough to have a sincere and unique connection.

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[alwayschoppedtaco]

bedtime stories ll l.h.

pairing: lewis hamilton x wife!reader

warnings: none, just fluff 

summary: the story of your relationship, as told through the bedtime story of Josie Hamilton.

word count: 1.3k

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“Josie!” You yell down the hall. “Time for bed!”

“Momma!” You hear a frustrated groan from the playroom where your daughter has taken up residence. “I’m not even that tired.” The three-year-old shouts, making her way out of the playroom and towards where you stand, hands on your hips as you peer down at her tired eyes.

“Baby, if you go to bed, I will tell you a story.” You offer, stroking her curls off her forehead.

“The story of you and dad?” She begs, grabbing your hand from her hair and pulling you towards her room. You laugh at her quick change in mood as you agree to tell the story.

“Okay, but only if you get into your pajamas and get in bed.” Josie agrees to your bargain, slipping into her favorite pair of Disney princess pj’s and jumping into her new big girl bed that her dad had put together for her recently, with the help of Sebastian over facetime.

“Okay, where to start?” You ponder out loud, thinking of your husband and how you should go about telling this story.

“From the very beginning, momma!” Josie exclaims, moving over under her covers so that you could lie down with her.

“Okay, okay.” You scoot in close to her, wrapping your arm around her and beginning your story. “I met your father when I was working for McLaren in 2009, your father was coming off his first championship win in F1, and I had been interning under his lead mechanic.”

“And you guys locked eyes from across the room and fell in love?” Josie interrupts in excitement.

“Not quite.” You laugh, wrapping the covers tighter around her as she settled further into her bed for your story. “I talked to him maybe three times that entire season, he was a hotshot driver and I was an intern, we didn’t have much overlap.

“I was offered a leading position at Red Bull the following year, helping to develop the car that Sebastian won in.” You continue, a small smile forming on your lips as you reminisce. “The next time I spoke to your father was at a party celebrating Sebastian’s championship. He had come with Jenson to celebrate, Jenson never letting up a chance at a party.

“He came off a little snobby to me at first, you can get quite the ego when you are at the top of your sport, and only 1 of 20.” You explain, moving your hands as you talk. “He came up to me and offered to get me a drink, I had only talked to him a few times, but who was I to pass up a drink.

“He ended up asking for my number before he left, and that was that.” You sigh, thinking back to that night and how much alcohol the two of you had consumed, drunken secrets and actions that your daughter wasn’t quite old enough to hear about yet.

“But momma, when did you guys fall in love?” Josie asks, invested in the story.

“I’m getting there, I promise.” You laugh at her impatience before continuing with your retelling. “I stayed at Red Bull, occasionally running into your father at different parties and around the paddock, but it wasn’t until 2013, three years later, that anything happened.

“It was another championship for Sebastian, but by the end of the season Mercedes had offered me a job, and I had talked with Christian and decided that I would take it. And so I was one of the mechanics working on Nico Rosberg’s car. I talked with your father a lot more that year, growing closer and becoming friends. I have to confess that I liked him as a lot more than a friend for the next couple of years, but we were work colleagues first, and I wasn’t going to put my career in jeopardy over a boy.”

“Mom!” Josie exclaims in exasperation, her brown eyes wide with anticipation for the romance. “When do you guys kiss and get me?”

“I promise I am getting there, you just have to be patient. If I wasn’t patient then I never would have gotten you.

“Anyways, I stayed at Mercedes for a while before my dream spot at Ferrari opened up and I left Mercedes in 2015. I was at my dream job, back working alongside Sebastian, and finally starting to realize I wanted to settle down.” Josie is trying to keep her eyes from closing, fighting against the sleepiness she is feeling.

“Maybe this story can be ended tomorrow, hmm?” You suggest, noticing the tired eyes and her yawns.

“No!” Josie quickly exclaims. “I can stay up, I want to hear this!”

“Ok,” You smile fondly, continuing your story. “Well anyways, I was working with Sabastian, who had become a good friend of mine while I was at Red Bull, and he had suggested that he set me up on a blind date.”

“I was hesitant at first, not wanting a date disaster, but Sebastian wouldn’t stop pestering me about it so I finally caved.”

“And you had the best date of your life with dad?”

“Oh no, it was probably the worst date I have ever been on!” You exclaim, laughing at the memory. “He showed up half an hour late, didn’t even apologize! I had half a mind to leave at that instant, but I couldn’t think of a good enough excuse!”

“Hey now, I made it up to you eventually.” Lewis pipes up from the doorway, having arrived at some point in your story without either of you noticing.

“Daddy! Come sit with us and listen to the story.” Josie says through a yawn, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes.

“Okay, princess.” Lewis settles himself on the other side of her, stroking her hair comfortingly, knowing that it usually puts her straight to sleep.

“Continue momma.”

“Okay, well as I was saying, Sebastian set me up on the worst date of my life.” You repeat yourself despite your husbands disagreeing stare. “He arrived late, didn’t apologize for it, and by the end of the night I just wanted to get home and call Sebastian to complain.”

“Why did you go out with him again then?”

“He offered to walk me home, and somehow saved the entire night on that half mile walk.” You explain. “He finally apologized, explaining how nervous he was that he couldn’t pick out which tie to wear that night, he was so nervous that Sebastian called me the next day to tell me your father had called him five times to get his opinion on tie color and which type of knot he should use!”

There is a small smile on Lewis’s face as he watches you tell the story, remembering how sweaty his palms were over the thought of messing things up with you.

“I brought her flowers to make up for everything the next morning, I felt horrible for making a fool of myself.” Lewis laughs thinking of how much remorse he had for being late. “I brought her a bouquet everyday for a week to show her how sorry I was.”

“And it finally worked, cause I agreed to a second date.” You tell Josie. “Best decision I ever made.”

“Three years later I asked her to marry me”

“And then we got you.” You finish, looking down to see Josie’s eyes are closed, her breathing even.

You and Lewis carefully make your way out of her bed, closing the door to her room before making your way to your room.

“It really was my best decision to say yes to that second date.” You say settling into your bed and opening your arms so Lewis can cuddle with you.

“It was my best decision to get the ring after the third date.”

~

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[totalswag]

happy new year — DREW STARKEY

authors note happy new years lovies. i hope you all had a safe and fun new year with your friends and families. sorry this was posted a couple days after the new year but i’ve had to go back and fix a few things on this fic. dad!drew is expecting baby #2 omg !!!

summary entering the new year with a new starkey coming into the new year

warnings crying, cussing, family, excitement.

A few weeks ago you took a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You had a feeling that you were from random cravings and morning sickness. Knowing you are carrying your second baby is a blessing in disguise.

You went to the doctors to get scanned and to find out you are six weeks pregnant. Seeing your second baby made you emotional, you couldn’t believe it.

Tatum was told a day later. It took her a few minutes to calculate there’s a baby in your stomach. Once Drew and you explained to her she started yelling out of excitement.

Drew and you had talked about having another baby in 2024 but you never thought you would find out right when you were entering the new year.

Plus, it was the perfect time to find out and tell your entire family all together on New Year’s Eve.

Your mother contacted you and Drew's mother about celebrating the New Year at their home. Only because Drew and you are always on the go. It felt natural to share your pregnancy news with everyone you care about.

You guys are staying for a two weeks in your hometown. Drew and you grew up in the same town and happened to bump into each other again when he was filming season one of outer banks.

Everyone is at your parent’s house. There was so much going on all at once. The kids were running around the house, football games were on, getting food situated for dinner, and other things too.

"Y/N why aren't you drinking?" Brooke inquired, intrigued. She knows you well enough to know that you will never refuse a drink.

"I'm just not feeling it right now, but maybe later," you say with a smile.

She gives you a puzzled look but nods in understanding. Your sisters in the kitchen looked at each other, then back at you, taken aback by your response to Brooke.

The sound of Tatum's voice filled your ears around the corner of the hall that leads into the kitchen. She turned the corner into the kitchen with her cousin chasing her.

"What are you doing running around, huh?" You chuckled, tickling her sides as she ran past you.

“Bella and I are chasing each other” she laughed, stopping her tracks when she runs into you as she looks back at Bella.

“I can see that, be careful please” you pick her up, placing her on your hip. She lays her head on your shoulder, wrapping her right arm around your neck.

Tatum stayed with you for another two minutes before she wanted down to play with the rest of her cousins.

For dinner, your dad made steak, his famous steaks. There was plenty of food for everyone. The dinner so was delicious, you went for thirds too.

You guys just finished dinner, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, cleaned everything else up so your parents didn’t have to do it.

Drew and you were sitting on the couch next to each other watching football with your family. Your head resting on his shoulder, arm wrapped around his arm as a sign of comfort.

"I can't wait to tell them," Drew says quietly in your ear, kissing your head and bringing you closer.

“Me too,” you smile.

As it grew closer to midnight, everyone was hanging out in the living room with a movie on and the kids were in the playroom down the hall watching a Disney movie.

Mackayla and you were talking about the new house Drew and you are planning to build. The house you are in now is a two-bedroom; it's a lovely place, but it's time for a change.

You place Mackayla's daughter, Liliana in your lap and give her a gentle bounce as you explain, "I have cute ideas for the kitchen that I think will make it look more homey."

"Did you see what I sent you yesterday?" she asked, nodding. You can always keep that in mind," referring to the backsplash she has in her kitchen, about which you always rave.

“Everyone thirty more seconds till it’s the new year!” Your older sister, Melissa, yells from the living room, drink in her hand.

Both families gathered in the huge living room with beverages or loud whistles bought from a party store by your mother.

Drew and you look at each other, nodding in agreement to announce the pregnancy. Nervously playing with your hands in a ball, Drew notices and takes your hand in his, squeezing it softly.

When Drew appears in front of Tatum, she raises her arms in a picking gesture. She's wearing a new year's hat and has a whistle ready to go off when the clock strikes midnight.

"I'd like to tell you guys something as we enter this new year together," you say clearly, standing behind your little family.

Everyone was watching you with curiosity.

By this time, the clock is getting closer to midnight. The anxiousness from your families started showing.

“You are making me nervous” Jodie, Drew’s mom blurted.

You turned around noticing the count down getting lower. You put your hands in a prayer motion towards the top of your mouth.

Drew smiles as you gaze up at him, giving him the signal to announce it, "We are welcoming baby Starkey number two in 2024."

What the fuck

Oh my gosh this is amazing

Congratulations you guys!

Best news to start the new year

I’m gonna cry

So many words were being said when Drew made the announcement. Tears were flowing from some family members. You can tell how excited everyone was to hear the news of Starkey number two.

A lot of hugs were exchanged.

“How far along are you?” Jodie asked, “About six weeks” you answer.

“I’m so happy for the both of you sweetheart!” Your dad smiles, bringing you into a hug, rubbing your back.

“Thank you dad” you sniffle.

As you pull away Brooke comes up to you with her jaw dropped, “this explains why you haven’t been drinking today” making you laugh along with everyone else.

“Haha, I love you” Brooke brings you into a warm hug.

Once you three made it back to your airbnb, Tatum was changed into her pj’s and knocked out the minute her head touched the pillow.

Drew and you were laying in bed about to close your eyes till Drew spoke up, “goodnight to my little bundle of joy growing in your mommy’s tummy,” leaning down, kissing your stomach.

“And of course I love you too” he smiles.

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Hook!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Inspired by the many flicks: Peter Pan (Disney, 1953), Hook (1991) and Peter Pan (2003)

WC: 15.7k

Warnings: +18 Heavy depictions of depression and loneliness, mental health, sui*cidal thoughts, a lot of angst, amnesia, lots of fluff, pining, slight enemies to lovers, kissing and sex insinuation, also you will cry.

Summary: After your Grandmother's passing, you were left with her immense wealth and her big mansion, yet your loneliness didn't let you enjoy this new life, but before you could even begin living in it, you were snatched away, into the second star to the right, by a Captain who has a hook as a right hand.

A/N: I couldn't write anything that wasn't this. I am so sorry if this hurts you, but I just couldn't stop writing. I watched the 2003 flick and the music simply inspired me and I couldn't stop myself. I hope you enjoy this One Shot, AU thing, and I hope to write requests or little one shots of this couple in the future 😘

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Hooked On You

You were in this situation again.

Decisions. 

Loneliness consumes you in every way possible, the massive marble walls, the columns around every room in the house, or should you say Mansion. This is not something you wanted or desired, but it fell on you and now the things seem too uncontrollable for you to handle. 

It had no debt, it was well kept, it was tidy, with every room filled with furniture that will collect dust in the next few months, days, hours, minutes and there was no way to stop it because you do not want to waste your inheritance in cleaning services. 

But no money, no mansion, nothing would compare to the one thing that mattered the most to you. The only person to ever be in your life despite it all, the one person that took you in when your mother decided you were not good enough, the one person that cared enough for you and even loved you as her own.

Your grandmother.

This was your childhood home, the one you spent days running around, playing hide and seek with her until she couldn’t walk no more, the one where you invited friends over to your pool, the one where you stayed until you turned 21 and decided on your own place, your own space. Now, you regretted ever leaving. 

You talked with your grandmother, everyday on the phone, video calling her, and you knew you had just one another. It was just you two, against everything and everyone. You never knew that one day she would decide to go, by her own accord, sleeping peacefully on her bed. She didn’t have any illness, just weakness in her bones. 

And she left everything to you.

Your grandmother had investments, actions, properties, she had it all, ever since a teenager she knew how to handle money well, but it was never about that. You preferred your grandmother’s baked pies rather than a new Barbie. You preferred your grandmother’s casserole over a new car, despite her buying you one at 16. You preferred your grandmother’s company, rather than a big party with friends from school who only wanted to be your friend because they knew you had money.

But now, it was all meaningless. It’s been two months since your grandmother’s departure, and this is the first time you would step into the house after everything had finally been settled with legal papers, a cleaning service leaving everything in impeccable state for you to move in.

What are you gonna do here all by yourself? 

7 bedrooms, a dining room, a living room, a playroom, a kitchen, 3 bathrooms, 3 guest bathrooms, two floors, a pool, a huge backyard, and you were all alone in it.

All alone.

You looked all over the front of the massive staircase, deciding it was time to take your suitcase upstairs and settle in. Your heart aches with the thought of selling the house, because too many memories lingered in here, way too many that now turned into sad ones. 

You opted for the second master bedroom, nicely decorated with a king sized bed, a big closet on one side and a vanity on the other. A 55” inch screen TV was on the wall, right above a dresser, in front of the bed. Your grandmother seems to have wanted to make the house a little bit more modern, changing the wooden walls with paper, to creamy tones, and delicate touches of wood and gold on the ridges at the bottom. Now technology pieces could be found in every room, and in the living room.

You dropped the suitcase on the floor, and sighed heavily, putting your hand on your forehead. You kneeled to the front small pocket of it to retrieve your xanax pills, the painkillers you got after the news of your grandmother’s passing. You looked at your watch and saw it was already 7 PM, so you didn’t really care if you went to bed early. 

You stood back up and a tug in your heart made you walk out of your new room, the silence of the house engulfing you entirely as you walked the hallway to the room that was on the other end, passing by all the other ones and turning corners. 

Your heart was beating loudly, going into your throat as you turned the knob of the room, opening it slowly.

She never touched it. 

She didn’t do anything to her room. Her bed was still in the middle of it, the massive window at front, unlike yours that had two smaller ones on each side of the TV, and hers had a balcony even. Her bed had the same comforter you always loved, a pink floral one. The smell of the room was entirely her. The perfumes were still on her vanity, as well as her vintage makeup, a small library was next to her dresser that had a flower pot on top. Night tables on each side of the bed with their respective lamps.

You walked in, listening to the wooden floor creak under your feet and you sat on the bed, springy, just like you remembered. You bit your bottom lip as the lump in your throat got bigger and bigger but the tears would not come out. They never did. Not even when you received the news, not even at the crematory, not even when they gave you the deed.

Only panic attacks. Because you had realized, you were all alone.

You had no one. No family, no friends, no lover. Not even if you had tried to rekindle your relationship with your mother, who threw you out, at only ten years old, when your grandmother didn’t send in the money on time. No friends because your trust issues forbid you of it, and no lover because the last one you had was a leech for your money.

You looked down at the small orange flask that contained the pills inside. You got up and walked towards the bathroom, retrieving a glass from one of the cabinets and filling it with water. You opened the container and looked inside.

Decisions. 

Always the same critical decision.

One? Two? Three? The whole flask?

Who would miss you? Nancy? She is just an acquaintance that you go out with sometimes. Robin? Just a friend of Nancy’s, she doesn’t consider you her friend, no matter if she sends you funny videos or invites you to hang out with her at her house. 

Your mother? Who tried to contact you after hearing about her Ex’s mother passing and didn’t hear anything about a deed? Hearing nothing about her share? No, she only missed the money and the things it could get her.

You opened the cap and lingered there. Loneliness is the only thing present in your mind, in your heart, in your whole being and no money can fix that. Nothing can mend it.

Yet you take one single pill out, closing the cap again and putting it inside one of the pockets of your jacket. You chug the pill with the glass of water and look at yourself in the mirror. Your grandma’s eyes, not your mother’s, not your father’s, but your grandmother’s. You sighed as you stepped out of the bathroom, looking towards the hallway that would lead to your new room.

Yet you decide to go back into your grandmother’s bedroom. You sat on the bed, memories flashing in front of your eyes as you slowly closed them, remembering the bedtime stories she would tell you for you to fall asleep, right here on her bed. You smiled as you laid down on the springy bed, legs still hanging off of it.

“Grandma, Grandma!” You jumped on her bed after running into her room with tears in your eyes. She was reading a book, propped up on the bed, pillows behind her back to keep herself comfortable and her glasses resting on the bridge of her nose. She was startled by you, and the movement you provoked on her bed.

“You scared me dear!” She giggled as your 10 year old self hid under the covers right next to her.

“I had a bad dream…” You sniffed loudly as your Grandmother put her book on her night table as well as her glasses. She pulled the covers off your face to reveal tear stained cheeks that looked up at her. “Can I sleep here?”

“Of course you can love. You know I always enjoy you sleeping here with me.” She softly replies as she scoots closer to you, and you sit up, hugging her waist and your cheek rests on her chest. She wraps her arms around you, rocking gently from side to side, but you are wide awake. There was no chance for you to fall asleep.

“Tell me that story again Grandma!” You yell excitedly, looking up at her. She shakes her head with a laugh, looking down at you.

“Again? I recall telling you that story not many nights ago, little one.” You giggled at her answer and shook your head, a smile on your lips.

“I forgot about it, I want to hear it again!” You counter back at her and she sighs, scooting you closer to her.

“Alright… Listen close, okay?” You nodded and rested your chin on her chest as you looked up at her. “When I was young, around your age, I met a boy. A boy who came right through that window.” She pointed at the huge balcony that was in front of her bed, the windows open for the summer breeze to go right in.

“Was he cute?” You asked and she glared slightly at you, making you close your mouth for her to continue.

“He was. His name was Peter. Peter Pan. He flew inside my room, telling me I needed to help him get his shadow back. I really thought this curly headed boy was crazy, until I saw a small thing, coming through the window and flying all over my head. A fairy of some sort, and her name was Tinker Bell.”

“And was she pretty?” You asked with sparkles of amazement in your eyes, and she nodded with a smile to her face.

“Really pretty. She put pixie dust on my head and Peter took me flying, all over the city to help him get his shadow back. When we couldn’t find it, he asked me if I could help him find it back in his home. Little me, looking for adventure, wanted nothing more than that, so I followed him, to the second star to the right, up in the sky.”

“Into the sky?!” You yelled in excitement and she giggled with a nod. 

“Soon, I was before an island, and I met three more boys, who were all living with Peter, in the middle of the woods. They were called The Lost Boys.”

“They are lost?” Your grandma looked towards the window with a distant look on her face and shrugged at you.

“They do not remember how they got there in the first place, but they didn’t mind, because there was a game they always played, a game with a bigger man. A man that had a hook instead of a right hand, a pirate, a captain. This man wanted to capture them, but the boys all treated it as a joke, like a little game of cat and mouse.” Your eyes started feeling heavy as your grandma kept going with her story, a yawn escaping your lips.

“What’s his name Grandma?” You asked before slumber took over you, and you could hear the distant voice of your grandmother softly whispering.

“His name was Captain Hook.”

The painkiller was starting to do its effects in your body, your eyes completely heavy under your eyelids as you remembered that story. 

Your grandma always had a big imagination, sometimes she read stories from books, sometimes stories from someone else, and sometimes she would invent stories, just like that one, from her own head. 

Your body sank into the mattress, and you knew you would fall asleep at any time now. You were wishing you wouldn’t dream of your grandmother while you were at it, because that would make tomorrow’s decisions a lot harder. 

Your skin suddenly grew goosebumps from a sudden cold that invaded the room, but maybe it was a side effect from the painkiller. Your eyelids were too heavy for you to open and you really did not care that much to do so, a little breeze never made you sick. The night had simply gone colder, that was it. 

Your hazy mind was slowly drifting away, the sound of a click in the distance, as well as some heavy boots walking on the wooden floor, creaking. A dream, you were already dreaming, because then you felt the tip of something sharp, along your cheek, but it was gentle, almost a caress. 

And then, silence.

Warmth. You felt so warm right now. You must have gotten into bed in the middle of your sleep,  because you just remember laying flat on the mattress, but now you were cozy under some comforters, sighing with relief at the warmth under them.

You could feel the sun coming from the window. Then some chirping, every now and then, and you just wanted to lay in bed, in this comfortable bed a little while longer. The birds were singing against your window, as well as seagulls calling each other while they flew by, the hit of waves splashing soothing you and–

Seagulls?

Waves?

And the comforter… The comforter smelled like… a man’s scent.

Your eyes shot open, the first thing seeing was the wooden cabin you were in, sitting up instantly as your heart beat anxiously in your chest. The bed you were in was double sized, big, with red fur comforters and blankets, and big pillows behind you. You looked around, seeing a very old desk on one side, with a chair and some papers on top. Your breathing starts picking up a pace as you instantly shoot out from the bed to look out the window.

You screamed bloody murder as you saw the sea.

The door flew open and you looked at it to see a man, brown hair with a red bandana on his head, freckles on his face, brown eyes, with a striped shirt and brown shorts. He was gorgeous but he was a fucking stranger, so you looked around to grab the first thing you could find.

A sword. 

What the actual fuck? You didn’t even hesitate to point it at him but you were doubting your sanity at this point. Did the painkiller make you hallucinate shit now? Was it because you didn’t eat? Were you still asleep? Did you take one or two? The sword was heavy in your hands, this dream being the most realistic in your whole life.

“Um–” The man put his hands up, looking out the door. “Captain! She’s awake!” You heard him yell and that’s when you heard the heavy boots walking, right on top of you, making you look up. You followed the sound, moving your head as you now heard the steps going down some stairs, thump after thump.

“Yes, I heard her alright Smee.” You heard another man talk, and he walked through the door, his big red hat first, with feathers on top, a red cloak all over him with golden details and gun belts around his waist. He raised his head up, and your breath got stuck in your throat at just how handsome this man was.

Were you this lonely that now you had a pirate fantasy of some sort?

His curly black hair falling over his shoulders, and his mustache and beard covering his face. Brown eyes that were as deep as an ocean looked back at yours, as a smirk formed on his lips, seeing the sword you were holding in your hands. Your knees slightly buckled at the sight but you kept the weapon pointed at the two men.

“Now, now… No need to be so aggressive.” He says, keeping the grin on his face and you gulped, shaking your head.

“This is just a dream anyways, at least I’m going to protect myself in it!” You yell at him and he raises an eyebrow at you, tilting his head to the side, until he finally smiles and starts laughing out loud, making you frown in a state of absolute confusion.

“Smee! She thinks she is dreaming!” He continued laughing and your brain started working again as Smee started laughing with his ‘Captain’. Where did you hear that name before? Suddenly the black haired man stopped laughing, prompting his crew mate to stop as well. He took a step towards you, getting the sword in between the both of you and your eyes widened when he raised his arm up.

A hook was placed on the blade of the sword, pushing it aside. A hook where his right hand was supposed to be.

“No need to be feisty Wendy. Not today.” He sharply says and you blinked up at him, shaking your head slowly. No, wait, this is because you remembered your Grandmother’s story before completely passing out. That’s it, that’s definitely it!

You dropped the sword and looked at the desk, seeing that the papers were actually maps. You rushed towards it, getting hold of a compass, and before Smee could snatch it away from you, you stabbed yourself with the sharp end on your arm. You yelled loudly in pain, throwing it away from you, seeing the small prick you did on your skin, with a drop of blood oozing out.

“Captain, I think she is crazy.” You hear Smee talking but you were still looking down at your arm. The pain didn’t wake you up, in fact, it felt too real. The blood is too real. The cabin is too real. The two men in the room are too real. Your head looked out of the door, which was still open, and it let you see the light shining through it.

You slowly walked towards the door, seeing the light of day coming into view, and before Smee could stop you, his Captain didn’t let him, putting his left hand up to hold his stance and let you roam out.

The smell of sea and the sound of seagulls invaded your senses, and then the sun hit your eyes as you took the final step, up on deck. On deck. On a ship. On a pirate ship. Wind blew through your hair as you put your hand over your eyes to cover from the sun, and there it was. An island, there was land, but no buildings, no cities, no houses. 

You looked up towards the sails of the ship, the main mast, the foremast, the shrouds, the delicate carvings on the wooden rails of the ship. The cannons on each side, but no other crew but the two men you just met. You walked down one of the stairs that were on the side, towards the middle of the ship, and everything was just too real, everything became real.

Because it was.

Fuck, it was real. You were on a pirate ship. In a fucking pirate ship, with men that your grandmother told you about in her stories. Fictional men, or men you believed were fictional, but are real? Does this mean your grandmother met them before?

“Wendy, I thought you would remember your stay here. Guess I was wrong.” You hear the man behind you and you turn around sharply, gulping heavily, a frown present on your eyebrows.

“I don’t know who Wendy is… Please take me home…” You voice out, in a frightened voice. You didn’t know where you were, you had an idea of where you might be, but you didn’t want to believe it, not for a single second. If this is a dream, then you were sure you took more than one painkiller this time and you just simply don’t remember.

“No need to play stupid Wendy, years may have gone by for you, but you’re unmistakable.” The man with a hook as a hand walked closer to you, as you stepped back one step, then two, your heart yelling at you to run, but where? There is water all around you, and you don’t even know what’s in it. There might be sharks, and if you remember correctly, crocodiles appeared in your grandmother’s story–

Your grandmother.

Your eyes widened and you could see the captain smiling widely under the shadow of his hat, giving you a nod.

“Yes. Those sharp eyes that looked at me with pity.” He says almost with venom in his voice and that’s when it all clicked.

It was all real. Your grandmother’s story, your grandmother’s adventure with Peter Pan and the lost boys, your grandmother who got captured by Smee and brought onboard of the ship. The ship that had a captain at the steering wheel. 

Captain Hook.

“Holy shit…” You manage to blurt out and Smee’s eyes widened, looking at his captain as he looked back at his crewmate with a surprised look on his face, almost amused.

“Potty mouth you turned out to have Wendy.” You inspected the man before you, and remembered the story once again. Peter Pan had come to save your grandmother, along with the lost boys, but there was a piece of the story you remembered vividly. She had told you that the Captain didn’t look evil, or that held any malice towards the boys.

He just looked lonely. 

When Peter and the boys finally brought your grandmother back to the island, she had said something to them, something you cannot remember now, and you always remembered this story, it was always in the back of your head whenever you went to sleep, but now your memory was failing you.

One thing was certain.

“I am not Wendy.” You say with a glare in your eyes, even if frightened, but you held your ground. Hook simply chuckled at you incredulously, and shook his head, pointing his hook at you.

“Who are you then?” 

Your mouth opened and closed again, voice leaving you completely. Your name. Why don't you remember your name? You knew it before, and now you just don’t remember it anymore. Panic was crossed on your features at the realization, and your head started to spiral, breath cutting short, and the world was simply starting to spin.

Voices started going off in your head, warning you to run away, nothing is real, that you were no one right now, that there was no way you could survive here, and the same word repeated again. Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone.

“Captain!” Smee yells as he rushes to your side as you tumble to the ground, your breathing heavy as you choke for air, clawing at your chest. You need air, but there was plenty, all around you, but the oxygen was not going into your windpipe, no matter how hard you breathed, no matter how hard you were trying, it just wouldn’t calm down.

Hook took off his hat, dropping next to you as he propped you on his left arm, and with his hook, he put the hat on your head to shield you from the sun. He knew what was happening to you. Many nights he went through this same process, clawing at his chest in the middle of his sleep, wanting something, wanting to remember, but all he got were blank memories.

“Listen to the waves, to the breeze against the sails, to the creak of the boat as it rocks on the sea. Feel it, look up at the wide sky, the clouds slowly moving, and follow them.” You did as told, trying to focus your sight on just one cloud as your chest heaved up and down, trying to regain some control over your breathing.

The cloud moved, it was moving, and you followed it with your gaze, not realizing that your focus was now on that movement rather than trying to get your breathing back at a normal pace again. Slowly, it did, and when you realized that oxygen was getting inside your lungs again, you took a deep breath in, and out again, and repeated the action, finally noticing the shade that was covering you, feeling the heavy hat on your head.

Your focus first was on Smee, who had a worried frown on his eyebrows, his deep brown eyes full of concern. He has seen these episodes on his captain, but he never required help from him, just a jug of water afterwards. So he got up and did just that, running towards the kitchen under the deck. 

Your eyes landed on another pair of brown ones, now seeing his features perfectly without the hat on his head. His eyes didn’t judge you, not in the least, as he held you with his left arm and you realized the closeness of the both of you. You tried to move, feeling your throat completely dry but something sharp on your cheek stopped you. Your eyes widened when you felt the tip of his hook on the plushness of your cheek.

“If you’re not Wendy… Who are you?” He asked, sternly, yet now without any venom in his voice, as if truly believing you are not the person he claims you to be. You blinked as tears welled up in your eyes, slowly shaking your head.

“I– I don’t remember…” You quietly replied to him, and he just stared down at you, his eyes twitching in thought until you both heard Smee’s steps coming back up. He dropped on his knees next to you, handing you a jug of wood, filled with water. You sit up, and immediately chug it down, feeling the freshness of it going down your throat. 

Both men looked at one another and the Captain shook his head at his crewmate, Smee letting out a sigh out of his lips, before worry crossed over his features. Hook looked at you and almost let out a small smile at how ridiculous you looked with his big hat. Too big for your head. 

You finally put the jug down, and looked forward towards the island. The fact that you don’t even remember who you are, actually made your nerves calm down, even if a tiny bit.

“Where am I?” You asked them and Smee began talking.

“You’re in Neverland.” You never heard that name before, turning to look at him.

“Neverland?” There was a panging in your chest though, something that was telling you that you shouldn’t be here, that this was not your place to be. “Can you take me back home?”

At that Smee winced, looking down at the floor. The Captain sighed, making you turn your head towards him with a worried look on your face. You were not liking the reactions you were getting from them at the mention of ‘Home’. Wherever that is.

“The only way to get you there, is by flying.” He says and you were staring at him as if he was demented of some sort. “Pixie dust. It makes you fly.” 

“P-Pixie dust?” You ask again, not really digesting the words you were saying because it sounded so unrealistic but at the same time they didn’t. Hook nodded at you and then glared at Smee.

“But someone! Let Tinker Bell out of her lamp because he believed she needed to spread her wings.” Smee rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s not my fault! She was very persuasive!” The brown haired man tried to defend himself and your head was going back and forth on the both of them, like a ping pong match. 

“She is a fairy, and we needed her captive in case this… shit happened.” Your eyes widened at the curse coming out from the captain. Didn’t he call you a potty mouth before?

“Fairies create Pixie dust. We used hers in order to bring you here with us.” Smee continued, looking down at the floor, and the puzzle finally assembled in your head. That fairy is gone, whose name sounded familiar, but it was your way out of the island. The heavy pang in your chest from the anxiety you were feeling was almost hurting you as you gulped heavily.

“S-So…? I’m going to stay here? Forever?” You ask and look straight into the captain’s eyes. He was looking at you already, and his pupils connected with yours, feeling your anxious feelings and your worry. He shook his head and gave you a sigh.

“As far as we know Tinker Bell still thinks you are Wendy, and Wendy was a dear friend of Tinker Bell’s friend. As soon as he comes to your rescue, we’ll snatch her again.” He says too confident in himself and you scrunch up your eyebrows, looking at him.

“And I wonder how long it will take for her to fly away again.” Your snappy attitude made him stare at you as if you had grown a plant over your head as Smee let out a laugh. The Captain gave you a mocking grin with a glare and snatched the hat from your head, not caring if he messed up your hair. He put it back on and rose to his feet. 

“Keep that attitude and you’ll sleep in a cell.” You scoffed and stood up as well, flicking the feather from his hat with the tip of your index finger.

“The least you can do is give me a bed to sleep in! You kidnapped me, thinking I was someone else, and now, I can’t even remember my fucking name!” You yelled at him and Smee was on his feet in a second, his eyes wide at how you were yelling at his captain. 

Hook’s eyes were staring at the girl, no, the woman before him, and now he knew this wasn’t the person he was looking for, yet, your eyes were still the same, and you were at her home. How many years have passed in your time? He took a deep breath in and sighed through his nose, looking towards Smee.

“We gotta get her some clothes. Take her measurements.” That’s all the Captain says before heading back into his headquarters. Your eyes followed his retreating back before the clearing of someone’s throat snapped you out from your thoughts, making you turn around to face Smee.

“May I take your measurements?”

The night on the ship was breezy, but warm all the while. You had helped Smee with dinner, chopping up onions and potatoes as he prepared a chicken in the casserole on the metal kitchen that had logs in the oven for heat. 

And you took that chance to start a conversation with the brown haired boy.

“How long have you been here?” You ask and the man freezes slightly as he continues to stir the chicken in the pot.

“A long, long while. Time doesn’t go by in Neverland.” You frowned at that, because that would mean the man before you was probably a hundred years old, the same as the Captain of the ship. You took a deep breath in to hide your nervousness, to hide the fact that that would be your destiny if you don’t get out of here.

“And you don’t remember anything from before this? Were you born here?” You ask this time, and he stills, blinking down at the chicken. You gulped, realizing you had asked the wrong question and made him uncomfortable, but before you could continue, someone else talks in the kitchen.

“Stop asking questions that you really shouldn’t care about, and try this on.” You turned around just in time to receive a bunch of fabric thrown into your face. You growled in anger, pushing it off your face to see the captain now wearing a white blouse with puffed sleeves and a few buttons up his collar. A black bandana was around his head instead of the massive hat, and a pair of black slacks and his boots were at his bottom. 

You almost forgot your anger at the sight.

“What’s this?” You asked, looking at the massive pile of… clothes?

“Go and try them on, use my headquarters.” You were still dumbfounded looking at the clothes on your arms and he rolled his eyes, grabbing your shoulders to drive you out of the kitchen and into the top deck, the breeze hitting you against your skin. You looked towards where his cabin was, and next to the door of his cabin, there were two more flights of stairs that guided you to the steering wheel. 

You walked up, and opened his door, closing it behind you. You looked around and saw that the swords were gone, which made you roll your eyes, and then you saw another table that replaced the desk from before. It was an antique sewing machine. You blinked at that, and looked down at your clothes.

The Captain himself made these for you?

You gulped tightly a small lump that appeared in your throat and you started undressing, looking down at your underwear, a deep blush coming into your cheeks. How long were you going to stay here? You cannot use the same panties everyday, and you cannot, not even if you dared, to make Captain Hook make you a pair. Not possible. You’ll go commando while you wash them during the day.

You began putting the clothes on yourself, and just like his but a little tighter, he made you a shirt with puffy sleeves, and then a long brown skirt that hugged you on your waist. It looked like it had layers of the fabric over it as well, making it look a little less plain. You kept your combat boots on and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

How can any of this be real? It cannot be. It really cannot be, but the fabric of the clothes on you feel way too realistic, and you had a panic attack as well, which should have woken you up. Yet you didn’t. Because this wasn’t a dream at all, and you were here, wearing pirate clothing in front of a mirror. You look towards his night table and see there was a red bandana on top of it.

You grabbed onto it and copied the way the Captain had it, tight around your head and covering your forehead. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and you couldn’t help but giggle, feeling like a little child dressing up for a costume party. Your stomach growled, the smell of the chicken being cooked filling the cabin through the round window.

You walked out of the room and back into the kitchen again, where the Captain was already sitting down at the end of the table, eating a piece of bread while Smee steered the casserole, his back towards you. Hook’s eyes looked up towards you and his chewing immediately stopped. The bread fell on the plate, and he cursed under his breath for acting like this. 

But you were in fact a woman on his ship, and–

“It’s that my bandana?” He asks and Smee’s head immediately snaps towards you with a worried look on his face. You never steal a Captain’s belongings, even if it’s just an apple or a pen, you never do. You shrugged and sat down on the captain’s left, who was still shooting a glare towards you.

“I wanted to have an accessory, plus it hides my greasy hair.” Smee winced at your words, looking at the back of his captain’s head to wait for his explosive reaction, but it never came. He simply sighed, shaking his head and began eating his bread again. 

“You don’t take my belongings without my consent first.” Hook knew that wasn’t the rule at all. You don’t even have to ask the Captain for permission to grab something of his, but for some reason he let you. Smee’s face contorted in confusion and returned to cooking, already done as he prepared the plates.

“So like, you guys hunt and stuff?” Smee nods as he hands the captain his plate full of food. 

“Yeah, we fish too, and we take water from the lake that has pure natural water from the waterfall.” Smee explains as he prepares the plate for you. He brought it for you and a small ‘thanks’ came out of your lips. After he grabbed his own plate, he sat down in front of you and at his captain’s right.

You looked around and noticed since this afternoon that there were no more crewmates, and it was just these two men in front of you, so of course questions popped in your head.

“Why are you two the only ones on this ship?” You asked as the Captain took a potato in his mouth. He glared at you and pointed at you with the knife.

“If you don’t eat in the next ten minutes, I’ll take the plate away from you.” You glared at him but began eating anyway, Smee chuckling under his breath while he ate his food. It was actually delicious, and probably Smee had always been the cook on the ship. You had a smaller portion than the other two men, but it was enough and plenty, so you finished before them.

“It seems you enjoyed it.” Smee says and you couldn’t help but blush slightly at how fast you actually ate, despite the portion being smaller. You grabbed onto your jug and took a gulp, wincing when you realized it was pure rum.

“What the fuck!” You pulled it away from your lips as quickly as possible, and the Captain choked as he tried to stifle a laugh. You glared slightly at him, with a squint of your eyes. You don’t like your food with alcohol, it is a bad mix.

“We always have dinner with Rum. Feel free to grab anything else.” Hook says and you scoff with a roll of your eyes, grimacing at the jug. Smee knew you didn’t know where the water was, so he got up, grabbed a metal jug this time from one of the shelves and headed towards a barrel with a cork at the bottom. He unplugged it for water to come out and then plugged it again.

He headed back towards you with the water, handing it to you and you shot a warm smile up at him.

“At least someone is a gentleman around here.” You say out loud, taking a sip of your water as the black haired captain rolled his eyes and then glared at his crewmate who let out a laugh before shutting up. Smee sat back down to return to his food and the Captain did the same thing. You tapped your fingers on your jug and decided you had too many questions to remain quiet. “Are you two… you know.” 

Both men put the forks and the knives down, well, just one fork down because the Captain used his own hook as one, slowly turning towards you. Hook had a death stare on his face that might as well kill you on the spot and Smee’s was simply a frown out of confusion.

“If we are what?” Smee asks while taking a sip of his rum and the Captain glares at him with a shake of his head. 

“You know… you’re the only ones on the ship… Two lonely men at sea–” And that made Smee spit out the alcohol from his mouth at full speed to his side. The Captain pinched the bridge of his nose to contain his laughter, not at all angry at your question because if you say it like that, well… it does sound rather compromising.

His smile under his hand did not go unnoticed by you, catching it for the first time as a genuine look on him, and you swear you could see some dimples behind the facial hair. Smee on the other hand was coughing, hitting his chest with his fist to try to get the alcohol down.

“Shit–” Smee complains as he takes your jug of water to swallow down the burning sensation in his throat. You cover your mouth to stifle your giggles and you already knew the answer, thanks to their reactions.

“No. Even if there are no women here, we are not into each other.” You heard the captain say and you thought for a second, tilting your head as he took a sip out of his own jug of rum this time.

“Then, you’re both virgins?” Now water and rum were being spat to their sides, the captain’s spit almost getting you so you scooched away in time. You couldn’t help but simply crack up at the situation, both of them red in the face which also gave away their chastity. 

“You don’t simply ask people you just met if they are virgins.” Smee says as he wipes his mouth with a kitchen towel, the Captain snatching it away from his hand and wiping his own, and a glare was being sent to you from over the fabric.

For some reason, you weren’t scared of these two men. Smee seemed genuinely kind and caring, not at all what a pirate should be. Captain Hook though, even if more fierce and more scary looking, he has a kindness behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite describe. There was another feeling to him, and even if he threatens you with taking away your bed, or your food, for some reason you know he won’t do that. 

“So, there are literally no women here?” You ask and Smee looks at you in thought.

“Well, if you count the Sirens.” Your face lights up at that, smiling widely, eyes glazing with excitement.

“Sirens?! You guys have Sirens?! Can we go see them?!” The Captain scoffs with a roll of his eyes as he takes a sip out of his rum before talking.

“We do, but do you want us to die? You do know what sirens do, right?” Hook asks you and you glare at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Maybe they are different here and don’t enchant men with their beautiful voices.” You retorted and he just kept looking at you, so you stared back, both of you in a contest that you didn’t know what the prize was, but if he wasn’t going to look away, you weren’t going to either. You weren’t blinking, he wasn’t blinking. His eyes twitched slightly as he stared into yours, memories flashing in his mind, and he swore not much time had passed. 

But maybe that was the illusion of Neverland.

For a second you saw the other emotion glazing over his eyes and you knew you could relate to it. Loneliness was displayed in his eyes, as well as disappointment, and he was so tired. Simply tired. That made your eyes burn slightly as your chest clenched from the sudden wave of emotions and you blinked, wincing at the burn as you rubbed your eyes.

“I win.” The Captain says and you couldn’t help but giggle, still rubbing your face, because he was following your game all along. Smee raised an eyebrow as he kept an eye on his Captain, who had a small tug on the corner of his lips raised upwards. Smee cleared his throat and the other two people at the table turned to look at him.

“What should we call you?” He asked and you blinked, scratching one of your eyes still. A hand came up to grab onto your wrist, warm and soft. You stopped the rubbing and looked up to see the Captain’s left hand grabbing onto you.

“If you keep rubbing it you’re gonna pop your eye out.” You locked eyes with him, completely shocked by his sudden touch and it seems he now realized he was grabbing you, pulling away as quickly as possible, almost as if he were zapped. You cleared your throat and looked at Smee with a shrug of your shoulders.

“I don’t know…” Smee was deep in thought and the Captain suddenly spoke.

“Bella.” He says and you blinked towards your lap, scrunching up your nose, not noticing the smirk on Smee’s lips as he looked away.

“As in Isabella?” You asked and the Captain shrugged, taking a sip out of his jug.

“Sure.”

The first few nights on the ship were full of nightmares, or maybe they were memories that wanted to claw their way out of your mind and your brain just wouldn’t let them. You woke up screaming, but you always found a glass of water next to your bed, the captain’s bed.

He had decided to give you his Cabin, his headquarters, because it was more fit for a woman rather than the crew’s headquarters. They were nice and private but you were still a woman, who they unwillingly took from the comfort of her home, so you should at least be comfortable. 

Smee taught you how to fish properly, getting yourself a nice piece of fish for dinner. The Captain showed you how to make a proper knot, while Smee taught you how he sets sails and puts them away. It’s hard to do while being only one person, but the Captain also helps with that. 

So now, on your seventh day aboard, the Captain had decided to finally set sail around the island for you to see. 

“What’s that?” You pointed at a big rock that appeared to look like a skull. Smee had gone hunting into the forest, so it was just you and the captain now, his hands on the steering wheel. You were next to him, pointing at everything you were seeing. 

“Skull rock. The indigenous tribe of the island go there for mining and resources.” Your eyes widened as you looked back at him.

“There are other people?!” You asked and he nodded, then shrugged. 

“They aren’t keen on outsiders, so I didn’t have the chance to meet any in my lifetime. You see the smoke?” He asks as he looks to the side of skull rock and you squint your eyes to see the small line of smoke coming from inside the woods.

“Yeah! Is that where they are?” He gave you a nod and you hummed with curiosity. “Where is Peter Pan?” His eyes widened and he turned to look at you, startling you by his intense gaze.

“How do you know about Peter?” You were now as surprised as he was. How did you know? Who was Peter Pan? Lost Boys?

“You didn’t mention him before?” You asked him, now confused as to why his name came out of your mouth in the first place. He shook his head at you, the bandana over his head today as well instead of his hat. The sun was already setting, and the orange hues were hitting his complexion just right. 

Your stomach was turning uncomfortably at his gaze, but it wasn’t something that made you scared, rather, it was the other way around. It was turning because of how beautiful he just looked. The wind moving his curls with its direction, and his eyes staring at you with wonder and curiosity in them.

“I said Tinker Bell’s friend. Never said his name.” You shrugged at him, shaking your head with a worried look on your face.

“I-I really don’t know…” He stood there, scanning your frame for a second. The past few days he had let his facade of being cold towards you slip, greatly. You two had the bantering still, but it always now ended with laughter, or giggles from your part, a smile on his face as he looked at you. 

That was a new problem he encountered. He couldn’t stop looking at you. 

“No. I don’t know where he and his friends hide, if I knew, I would have captured Tinker Bell a while ago.” Your heart stung at that. It sounded as if he wanted you gone for a while now, and for some reason you didn’t like that thought. 

“You never answered me.” You say as you look towards the island again as he maneuvered the ship to start rounding it again. His eyebrows went into the middle of his forehead in a confused frown.

“What answer?”

“Why is it just you and Smee?” You ask again as you lean against the rail of the ship, looking at the horizon. The Captain keeps silent, gripping onto the steering wheel very tightly, his knuckles turning white on his left hand. For some reason, he didn’t want to tell you at first, and he didn’t want to tell you now either, but he knew it was an unavoidable topic.

“None of us remember our names. My name is not Hook, or Smee’s, or Peter’s… Those aren’t our real names, just like yours isn’t Bella.” He started explaining and you turned around to look at him as he sailed. “I had 9 men on my ship, counting Smee. Suddenly, one by one, they started to remember their names, and the next day, they were gone.” 

You stared at the floor next, your brain working as you thought about his words. They were gone… Where? Did they disappear? Were they never real? Or… Did they go back home? Your eyes widened as your head snapped towards him again, and he was already looking at you.

“So–”

“If you remember your name, you go back to your world.” He says to you, the hand still on the steering wheel as his right arm hangs on his side, his hook glinting with the sun. You felt your eyes stinging with that realization, but also because you didn’t actually remember your name. You didn’t even know if you ever would remember it again, so the pixie dust seemed like the better choice. 

He was still looking at you, seeing your eyes filling up with tears, looking down at the floor. His heart clenched inside his chest and he almost winced at the new pain. He groaned slightly as he looked forward again, checking if rocks were anywhere to be seen. 

“Yeah, well… I don’t think I’ll ever remember it so…” You say sadly, feeling that you were abandoning some kind of home you had to go back to, but you weren’t able to. Feeling some kind of hopelessness in your heart. The Captain put his hook around one of the handles of the Steering wheel and he stretched his left hand at you.

“Come here.” He commands and you wipe your face in case a tear falls down, and you stretch your right hand to him. He held it gently in his large palm, and you felt a shock running along your arm and towards your spine as he pulled you towards him. He positioned you in between him and the wheel, placing your right hand on one of the handles of it, taking away his hook, and then he positioned your left one, but he kept his hand over yours to help with the guiding.

Your eyes were wide at the proximity and by just how intimate this was. Your small hands wrapped around the handles, and your left one had a double grip thanks to his hand over yours. His chest was not touching you, but he was close, and you were afraid he could hear your heart beating furiously and loudly. 

“Driving this in a storm is quite the trouble. The steering wheel becomes harder to move, but with calm waters it sails as if it were on butter.” He says, and his voice was so smooth on your ears, so calm and gentle, unlike the first time you two met. You suddenly felt the power you were holding, such a big machine under your fingertips, and it sailed because of you, and your guidance. Your eyes sparkled with emotion and joy as you looked forward.

“This is so beautiful…” And the Captain once again, looked down at you, at the crown of your head. He didn’t know that their soap would smell so good, it was something homemade with flowers and animal fat, yet you made it smell like a perfume. His left hand left yours and it slid down your arm to rest on your waist, not putting much pressure onto it, just enough to hold him steady behind you.

You noticed of course, a deep blush running over your cheeks. There were so many questions you wanted to ask him, but you wanted to stay like this a little bit longer. His hand on you, and his chest almost pressing against your back as he gently guided you through the waves.

Just a little bit longer.

“SO COME AND SIGN THE BOOK, JOIN UP WITH CAPTAIN HOOK!” Smee sings loudly, face flushed as he danced around you and the captain, who were laughing at him as he drunkenly sang the Captain’s theme on deck, the three of you with a lamp in the middle as stars gazed down on you. 

You were clapping as you sat on a wooden box, the rum already made a buzz appear in your mind but Smee was completely plastered. It’s been a month since you were on the ship, and Smee had decided that it was time to make you a crew member. He finally sat back down with an ‘oof’ as he grabbed onto the book that was sitting next to his wooden box.

The captain’s eyes followed when Smee opened the book and grabbed onto the feather pen, already with ink, for you to sign yourself in. He handed both things to you and you looked down at the pages, seeing many names, more than 9. This happened many times then, people coming and going away. 

Hook was about to tell you that there was no obligation to do so, but you grabbed the pen and signed with the name Bella under all the names. You smiled down at it, a warmth invading your chest that you didn’t feel in so long. A warmth you’ve been seeking for some time now, even before landing here. 

“YOU’RE PART OF THE CREW MATEY!” Smee yells excitedly as he grabs the book and shows his Captain. You were giggling with flushed cheeks as you took another sip of your jug and when you pulled it down, the black haired man was staring at you with a kind smile to his face. “I think I’m gonna pass out…” And just like that, a big thud was heard and the Captain and you looked at Smee alarmingly, seeing him on the floor with his legs on the wooden stool still, but deep snores were coming out of his mouth, with the book on his face.

You couldn’t help but crack up laughing at the sight, and a hiccup came out of your mouth, making you cover it quickly with your free hand in complete embarrassment, but you weren’t ready to finally listen to the Captain let out a big laugh at the sound. His cheeks were flushed like yours, but he could handle his liquor a lot better.

“That was a cute noise, Bella.” He says as he takes a sip out of his jug. You glare at him only for your smile to betray you, and giggle as the kick of the rum still swirled in your head. He was staring at you, no longer being able to contain his smile towards you. For the past month, you had helped with the cooking, with the cleaning of the ship, you even ventured to set sails, climbing onto the ropes to help Steve.

And he prepared more clothes for you, even underwear, which made him blush, but it was necessary for you. He didn’t mind at all, and in fact, made him have hope that you wouldn’t disappear that easily, that you would stay longer, because they hadn’t even looked for Tinker Bell, nor you didn’t care. It seems Peter also realized you weren’t the person from years ago, and he didn’t even dare to save you.

“Hey, how did ya’ get yer’ hook?” He couldn’t help but laugh at your bad impersonation of Pirate slang, but now you were one, so you were trying to look the part. 

“Third day hunting. Crocodile got me, felt amazing, like you wouldn’t believe.” He said sarcastically which made you frown in sadness and he shook his head at you. There you were again, feeling sad for him, as well as you felt happy for him when he returned from hunting, as well as you felt excited for him when he won a game of cards against Smee. 

“Damn… that sounds... gorey.” Hook laughed at that with a nod. The rum was making your head swirl, but it made your inner thoughts become clearer to you. You were looking at the Captain with different eyes than a month ago, and you were hoping he was looking at you in the same way, you were yearning for it. For him. “Captain?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I give you a kiss?” His eyes scrunched a bit before widening. His stomach turned as your sight moved from his eyes to his lips, and he would be lying if he hadn’t thought of it for the past few weeks, but he didn’t want to scare you. He didn’t want you to think he was doing this because you were a woman.

You were more than that.

“You sure it isn’t a thimble?” He joked, remembering a story from a long time ago, said to him by the person that he claimed you to be. Your eyebrows furrowed at that, but a small smile appeared on your face as you scooted next to him, and you looked to your side and up to be able to look at him.

“If you want to call it that…” Your eyes were hazy with alcohol and the butterflies were flying around your belly as you slowly leaned in towards him. His breathing picked up, looking down at you with the new found feeling he had been clawing for all this time, leaning down, slowly towards you.

A loud snore interrupted you both, startling you and straightening up to look forward towards Smee, who raised his head up to look at the both of you. You were a blushing mess, even more than with the alcohol and the Captain was looking away from you, feeling embarrassment deep in his chest as well as disappointment. 

“Is there more Rum?” Smee asks with a slur and you couldn’t help but crack up at that, the moment completely gone and the Captain simply smiles at you, wholeheartedly. This feeling was new, completely taking over him, and he was embracing it, because it was a happiness he hadn’t felt in way too long. 

He didn’t feel lonely. For the first time in what felt like forever.

You groaned loudly as your head banged from the previous day. You had too much to drink and now you were suffering the consequences. You laughed sleepily, knowing Smee was having it worse most likely. You got up from the bed, stretching your arms only for them to hit the top of a… ceiling?

You scrunch your face and slowly open your eyes, noticing you were in some underground room? You looked all around, panic setting in, just like a month ago as you walked all around the small area. 

You heard a tinking noise, like little bells ringing, and then you saw it, a light flying towards you and when it finally stopped right on your face, you saw her. Small, little, with wings on her back.

Tinker Bell.

“She’s awake! Peter!” You heard a kid yell and when you turned around, going down a slide and into the room appeared three boys, all dressed with fur made clothes, and some accessories. They all stood before you, and you can see they looked like they were 11 or 12 years old.

“Hi! I’m Pockets!” The boy with a bowl cut greeted you. “But I bet you remember me!” You frowned at that and then the other two came forward.

“I’m Ace!” The boy with a slingshot in his hand said while the other one, a little bit more snarky with attitude, rolled his eyes.

“I’m Latchboy.” The black haired kid said. You were completely shocked as to where you were, but you couldn’t help the tugging feeling of longing. You weren’t supposed to be here, you didn’t want to be here, but at the same time, you did. 

“I’m– Bella.” You said and the boys frowned, looking at each other and pointing at you.

“You aren’t Wendy?” You shook your head at them and finally, the last boy came in, but not sliding in like the rest, but flying from the hole of the slide and into the room. His curly hair with a green cap on top and green suit as he lowered himself down in front of you.

“What do you mean you’re not Wendy?” He asked with an angered frown to his face. You squint your eyes as you looked at the boy, tilting your head slightly in thought.

“Peter?” You asked and his eyes widened, looking at all the boys around him. You heard the bells ringing again as Tinker Bell stood on Peter’s right shoulder. 

“I know you warned us Tink, but she just said my name without introducing myself!” The little bells sounded angry as the yellow glow turned red on Peter’s shoulder. He shook his head and gave her a wave to fly away. “Don’t mind her, but how do you know my name if you aren’t Wendy?” 

“I– I don’t know, I don’t remember my real name either.” You said to the boys and they all sighed looking at one another. You were fidgety, wanting to return to your ship, to your new home, to your new family. “Why are you all looking for Wendy so badly?”

“I just…” Peter was looking down with tears in his eyes as he rubbed them gently. “Wendy promised us, all of us, that she would take us home with her. But one day she was just gone. When I went to look for her at her home, she wasn’t there anymore.” You were confused at that, and you realized that this Wendy must have remembered her name, and she couldn’t fulfill her promise. You sighed as you looked at all the boys' dejected faces.

“She was going to be our new mother.” The three other boys said in unison. Something stirred inside of you, and it was a tight tug to your heartstrings. For some reason, you couldn’t help but feel like these kids needed you, that these kids right now needed someone to hold them.

So that’s what you did, you opened your arms to welcome them all into a tight hug. You felt your tears well up as you rubbed their heads gently as they hugged you. The sorrow you were feeling in your chest just appeared like a hole, carving itself in. 

You wished you knew where your previous home was, but you cannot promise them what Wendy had, but you can try to make them feel better. You pulled them away and got to eye level with them.

“Do you guys want to hear a story?” And they all cheered at that, going towards their beds as you began telling them a story about a man, who was super strong and that had the ability to fly like Peter but with no Pixie Dust. You don’t really know if you were inventing the story or if it was a distant memory, but you could invent things here and there. 

Then, you cooked Dinner for them. 

Afterwards you helped them get into their pajamas.

And then, you were asleep with the whole group. 

The next day, you cooked breakfast for them as they told you stories about their adventures and how the natives were really nice to them for helping them with some hunting or construction. 

“Bella!” Peter called you, guiding you up from the hidden place, and for the first time you could smell the fresh air, seeing that their home was hidden under a big tree. “Do you know how to fly?” He asks you and you raise an eyebrow up, looking at him.

“No…” He smiles at you, his eyes almost closing by how wide he was smiling and he suddenly hovers up in the air, you watching with fascination as he flies around you.

“It’s easy! You just need Faith, trust and pixie dust! Just think of happy thoughts!” He says while pretending to swim in the air and you giggle at his antics. Your eyes widened when you heard a distant yell, a very recognizable one and your head whipped to look for it. 

It was Smee, he was calling out to you. Your family… Your ship. The Captain. 

“You’re already leaving?” You turned to see Peter, now standing in front of you, and your eyes filled with tears as you stared at him. You crouched down, rubbing his cheek gently.

“Yes, but I’ll be here, on the ship…”

“But if you don’t? Will you leave forever?” Your eyes widened at that, feeling the emptiness open in your chest again and you shook your head wildly at that. 

“No, no… If I ever disappear, ask… Ask Captain Hook, he knows where I am, where I might be… So I beg you, to look for me, all of you.” You say to the small boy who only gave you a small smile and a nod. He instantly dipped back into the small hole, disappearing under the tree. 

Your breathing picked up as you turned and followed Smee’s voice, coming loudly from inside the forest, almost desperate. Your heart was banging in your chest, thinking about him but also, thinking about your Captain, about his brown eyes, about his kindness.

“BELLA!” Smee yelled as he saw you running towards him. His under eyes were filled with bags from the lack of sleep, looking everywhere for you alongside Hook, but he finally saw you alive and well, taking you into his arms as you both collided together.

“I’m so sorry!” You yelled with tears streaming down your face, and he shook his head as he hugged you tightly, his own eyes burning from the tears forming in his eyes. 

“No! Don’t be sorry! Where were you!?” He asked, pulling away to look at you, hands on your shoulders as he looked at you.

“Peter and the lost boys! They must have sneaked in and–” 

“The captain is on the ship!” He almost yells, desperately and you knew you had to return to him. You deeply wanted to return to him. You turned to start running but little bells ringing filled your ears as you saw a small light flying towards you at high speed.

“Tink!” You yelled and Smee’s eyes widened as the fairy flew all around you, pixie dust falling on your head and your body. You coughed slightly but as soon as you saw her, she flew away. You turned to Smee and nodded at him to start running. He was looking at you worriedly but followed you to go towards the small boat he docked at the shore.

You needed to get back to him, your heart on your throat as the memories with him filled your mind, the laughter, the stories about how he played with Peter and the Lost boys, yesterday night when he was leaning towards you with longing in his eyes that resembled the one that was in your heart.

“BELLA!” You heard Smee yell and when you turned around, you didn’t see him at your eye level, but below you. Your eyes widened as you looked down towards the floor, which was a few feet from your body, floating in the air. You screamed and almost fell to the ground, wobbling mid air. 

Your eyes fixed forward, and you could see the flag at the very top of the ship, far away. You took a deep breath in, feeling your body as light as a feather, as the yearning became stronger each second you floated, each second you inched closer to the ship, each time you remembered the Captain’s eyes. 

Said Captain was pacing back and forth on the deck, his long hair now tied with his bandana in a low ponytail, his left hand running over his face as the panic from waking up yesterday and not finding you in his bed seeped through his pores. He didn’t want to think about it. He didn’t want to believe you remembered your name. 

He cannot even begin to explain the hole that his chest cavity was beginning to form. What is he going to do with you gone? This is not something he had planned, the feelings that you brought in this ship, within him, were not something that he ever thought of happening before. 

He raised his head up and his eyes widened when he saw a figure flying towards the ship. It wasn’t a small frame, not a child’s. His heart wanted to come out of his chest as he saw you flying towards him, clumsily, but still flying towards the ship. He immediately spread his arms, moving forward as you came closer, his eyebrows pinched into a frown with worry, with surprise, with happiness.

You smiled widely at seeing him, lowering yourself as you flew, right into his arms, your own wrapping around his waist as your feet touched the wooden deck. Your tears were slipping out of your eyes as he closed his arms around your frame, making sure his hook doesn’t prick you or hurt you, but his left hand was splayed around your back, pushing you close against him as if you were his life line.

He clenched his eyes as you sobbed into his chest, his left hand now going up towards your head to cradle you into him. You could hear how fast his heart was beating, how loud it was, and your body shook with electricity at his touch. Seconds, minutes passed where you both held each other like this, until he slowly pulled your face away to look down at you. His eyes displayed confusion with a frown to his eyebrows.

“Y-You were flying…” He softly mumbles and you sniffle as you look up at him, cheeks flushed as your belly starts jumping all around at seeing him. 

“Y-Yes and–”

“Why didn’t you go home you silly girl?” He asked, terror in his voice, almost trembling as he spoke, and your eyes widened. You could have gone… home? What is home? Where did he mean? 

“T-This is my home… With Smee… With you.” You raised a hand to caress his cheek, the feelings overflowing your heart as you thought of him, as you saw him, as you felt him. Whatever your past was, whatever your past home was, whoever people you had, they didn’t matter. You knew that you never felt something like this, with no one, with anything. You knew the feelings inside of you right now were not there before arriving here.

You knew you were miserable before landing here. That’s all you knew.

His eyes filled with tears as he stared down at you, for the first time feeling his heart fill up with joy, with care, with want, with desire, and most of all, with love. He had Smee, and he was grateful for him, but it could not compare. What he was feeling for you at this moment, what he has been feeling for you the past few weeks, does not compare. 

So he leaned down, almost desperately, wantonly, and pressed his lips against yours, fulfilling your request from last night. You had the chance to leave, you had the chance to fly away, you had the chance to never see this place again, yet you chose him. You chose this family. You chose to stay.

You kissed him back just as desperate, an electric feeling engulfing your body from head to toe, your hand finding the back of his neck to pull him closer to you, if that was even possible. This man who looked right out of a fairytale, was the man that became your home. He made you feel at home, not at all a prisoner, not at all as if you were being held against your will.

Because there was nothing you wanted more than to be in his arms. Than to feel his lips moving against yours the way they are doing now, his body heat mixing with yours as the sound of the waves filled the background noise of you two. 

A clear of throat made you both snap out from your kiss, pulling away from it and turning your heads to see Smee at the edge of the ship, from where the stairs were located with a grin to his face. You flushed a deep red, your breath completely heavy as the Captain glared at his crewmate. 

“Saw it coming a mile away, just saying.” He raised his hands up in his defense and immediately rushed downstairs to his room. Your face was turned by a cold metal, your Captain’s hook on your cheek to look at him again. 

“I am not letting you go Bella, be aware of that.” He says with a smile to his face and you giggle, your breath hitting his lips and he was ready to dive in again into a kiss but you stopped him.

“Hey, why Bella?” You asked him and he grinned at you, but before he could talk, his mouth opening to do so, he was interrupted.

“It means Beautiful. Sorry, forgot my pistol on the boat.” Smee says with a smirk as he heads towards the stairs again. Your captain groaned in exasperation and he pulled away from you, heading towards Smee who was bending over to start going down the stairs. Hook put a foot up and kicked his crewmate on his butt, sending him off the edge and down into the water. You gasped audibly, covering your mouth with your hands as worry crossed your features. 

“THAT WAS NOT NICE!” You heard from afar and your captain laughed at that, which made you giggle, catching his attention. He immediately rushed towards you to pull you into another kiss. 

He wasn’t going to get tired of that.

A month. One more month. 

You were happy, content, as you tied the knots of the sails to the edges of the ship with the help of Smee, the moon already beaming in the sky as well as the stars sparkled above you.

“I’m just saying, you can tell us, and the game would be even more fun!” Smee says and you shook your head with a giggle, finishing your knot.

“I will not tell you their location. The game wouldn’t be fun like that!” You say and he sighs, finishing his own knots as well. For the past month, you had participated in the game of catching the lost boys and Peter, alongside your Captain and Smee. The boys often decided to kidnap you so you would tell them stories and make them food, tuck them into bed at night before Tink would give you pixie dust so you could fly back to the ship.

The Captain rejoiced everytime he found you in the game, instead of you going back willingly. This game is what kept them alive, what kept them enjoying the days, the immortality you all had. Smee has been trying to coarse the information of Peter’s home for the past month with no luck. 

“Are the sails secured?” You heard your Captain call and Smee stood tall next to you, giving him a nod. He knew what those words were, so he gave you a wink, before brushing next to you to head towards his headquarters. The Captain looked at you with a playful look in his eyes as he walked towards you. 

Your relationship became that of intimate, just kissing, but everytime it escalated more and more, and you both knew that. You never expressed your feelings for him, and neither did he, but you both also knew that it was there. Peter always teased the Captain about your relationship, flying around him to make kissy noises at him, while he tried to swat him away.

“Are my knots okay, Captain?” You asked in a sultry tone, rocking on your feet as he walked closer to you, wrapping his left arm around your waist to pull you closer. A black shirt with loosened strings at his collar which let you see some of his chest hair, puffy sleeves like always, loosened at his wrists, and his hair tied in a low pony tail. 

“Perfect even.” He whispered before leaning down and taking your lips with his. You breathed contently against him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him into you as your stomach exploded in butterflies and the word of your feelings sat in your throat. 

His lips moved against yours, and his right arm wrapped around you, always keeping his hook at a distance from your body, but sometimes the tip of it would graze your waist and it would send currents of electric shocks through your body. The hit of waves against the ship made it rock slightly, very slightly, almost unnoticeable thanks to the size of it.

Your heart was beating on your ears almost as the kiss progressed, the moon being your witness only as well as the many stars that flicker around it. His tongue doing magic against yours as your body increased in heat and in desire, pulling away to look at him breathlessly.

“Captain…” You mumbled, and he pecked your lips first to then start pecking your cheek, then again, then lower onto your jaw, until he pressed a kiss against your neck, on your pulse point.

“Hmm…?” He asked against your skin and you bit your lip as nervousness but excitement filled your belly.

“Come to my cabin tonight…?” You ask through a heavy breath and his kissing stopped. He slowly pulled away to look at your face, and your eyes were glossed over with adrenaline and desire, much alike to his. His stomach was in knots as well as his heart jumped with happiness, nervousness and anticipation. 

He gave you a slow nod, and you felt your whole body burning at the confirmation. You pulled away from him to grab his left hand, guiding you both towards your headquarters, his old cabin, and as you closed the door behind you both, the rest of the night was filled with jagged breaths, moans, becoming one, your hearts joining, your lips swelling, and feeling the love you had for one another.

Because right now, this right here was all it mattered. All you ever wanted.

You slowly awoke, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of seagulls, as an arm was wrapped around your waist from behind, the right arm that had no hook, because he always took it off before sleeping, under the many blankets the bed possessed. 

You smiled sleepily as you looked over your shoulder to see your captain, sleeping soundly, soft snores escaping his lips, with his hair all over the pillows and his bare chest pressed against your naked back.

You untangled yourself from him, wanting to start breakfast and he let you go with a groan and a stir in his sleep. You got out of bed, stretching your limbs and looked down at the various love bites all over your body, smiling widely at them. Last night was magical, for the both of you, and you just cannot wait for more of it, for more nights like that, for more days like that.

Maybe even give him a family.

You blushed at the thought and stood up, pulling your underwear and your slacks on, as well as your shirt from yesterday. A bath is going to be nice first, so might as well prepare that before cooking some breakfast.

You walked towards your, his, closet and started grabbing onto your clothes for after your bath, but something fell, something heavy. You looked down and noticed a leather like black coat? You bent down to grab it and when you did something fell off from one of its pockets. You grabbed said thing, an orange capsule, or was it a flask of some sort with a white cap on. You tilted your head in confusion, turning it around to find words stuck to the orange–

Your eyes widened at the words.

Sharp pains started banging on your head as you re-read it, over and over again, a shock striking your brain at full speed, and your heart stopped, it completely stopped and the blood in your body drained, making you feel light headed.

“No… No, no, no!” You yelled loudly, and that made Hook sit up alarmingly, awoken from his slumber. He saw you in front of your closet, holding onto your head and then something on your other hand. He got up, almost like lightning, throwing his slacks on with one hand and rushing towards you.

“What’s wrong?!” He exclaimed worriedly as he saw the tears running down your face as you shook uncontrollably. Your sobs ripped from your chest as you looked up at him, making the pain even more unbearable in your chest. You gave him the flask and he grabbed it with his left hand, looking down at it with a confused frown on his face.

“M-My na–” You couldn’t even say it, the feelings from before coming to Neverland strangling your throat as your head swirled. He read the sticker on the flask and he immediately knew. He knew, because his heart sunk down to his stomach. 

Your name was stuck to that flask. You remembered your name.

You remembered everything. You remembered your past home. You remembered the people you met. You remembered your mother. You remembered your friends. You remembered–

“Sweetheart–”

“M-My grandmother’s– grandmother’s name, was Gwendolin.” You say in almost a whisper, shock crossing your features as well as the Captain’s. Gwen… Wendy.

Your grandmother was Wendy.

The flask was dropped and his left hand held your cheek, pushing his forehead against yours. The pain in his chest increased as his eyes filled with tears, the sobs that wanted to rip out of his throat, threatening to be as loud as yours.

“Look at me, please look at me.” He begged and you looked up to meet his eyes, as tears streamed down your faces, shaking your head in denial at what was going to happen next. 

“I don’t want to go… Please, I don’t want to go! I don’t– I don’t want to leave you! I don’t want to leave here–” You sobbed out, your arms wrapping around him as your small frame trembled with fear, with sadness, with despair, with the anger of not being able to stop this. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into him.

“Don’t– Don’t worry–” He doesn’t even know what to say, because losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to him. You were his home, his person, his all, and he was going to lose you. 

“Come with me– Come with me please, please!” You begged, pulling your head away from his chest to look up at him, desperation written in your features and another wave of sadness invaded him, as fresh tears spilled out from his eyes. 

“I can’t stay– If I don’t remember my name, I will just be pulled into this land again…” He says in a low voice, trying to speak through the rippling sobs that escape his lips, sobs he cannot contain any longer. His heart was breaking, each second now counted, because you were going to leave, at any time.

“Please, please, there has to be a way–” You sobbed out, asking for the gods to hear you, to anyone to hear you, to this realm to hear you. You needed him with you, you needed Smee with you, you needed the kids with you, because if you didn’t, you were going to be all alone again.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

“I’m– I’m sorry sweet–” He started but you interrupted, knowing there was not enough time.

“I love you. I love you. I love you so much. Don’t leave me, please…” You blurt out, your head dipping into his chest as you sobbed, rocking back and forth. His own heart fluttered at your words, against the pain, but it made his tears come harder, his sobs cutting his breath. 

“And I love you darling, I love you.” He managed to say and he felt your body slowly stop shaking, his arms feeling you slumping against him, your sobs calming down.

“I don’t want to go– I don’t want to sleep… I don’t, please don’t let me–” But he knew it was too late as he clenched his eyes shut to brace for the pain that would hit him.

The pain that will hit him when you close your eyes.

You stirred.

You groaned.

You moved your head as consciousness filled it.

Where were you? 

There were no waves, no seagulls, no birds chirping, no slow rocking.

Your eyes shot open as you realized the position you were in. You were sprawled on your grandmother’s bed, your old clothes hugging you tightly, as well as your jacket that contained the flask in one of your pockets. 

You quickly sat up, looking towards the window that was now wide open, the breeze coming in, moving the curtains away. You immediately leaped up from the bed, rushing in urgency towards the balcony, your eyes filling with tears as they looked up at the night sky. 

Was it all a dream? It cannot be, because the longing in your chest was there, the hole that now vacated it was there, the sadness and the loneliness was invading you worse than before. You can’t deal with this again, not again. You looked down at your body, opening the collar of your shirt, seeing the marks on your skin, and that’s when the sobbing started, heavy, your chest exploding with emotions as you fell on the big balcony’s floor.

“Please, please, remember your name, please…” You wished upon that second star to the right. You wished, and wished as it gleamed next to the large moon. Your hands shook against your chest as you held it to calm your heart, to calm the pain, to try to numb it, but you couldn’t.

And you couldn’t.

Not even if three days had passed, and it was all circling back again, spiraling. The word rings in your head as the furniture collects dust in each room, and your stomach makes you throw up at any random time of the day.

Alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.

And it all turned to the same word, to the same reflection in the mirror as you held the orange flask in your hand, looking down at the pile of pills inside of it.

Decisions. 

A loud knocking on the front door awoke you, banging like never before, your head dizzy from the lack of nutrients in your body, from the painkiller you took in the morning. 

You looked at your phone’s screen, slowly getting up from the couch where you had passed out, and your head was throbbing, holding it with your hand as the banging didn’t stop. You groaned loudly, walking towards the big front door. 

“If you are here to sell anything please–” Brown hair caught your eye, that’s the first thing you noticed, and he slowly turned around, brown eyes hitting with yours, freckles on his face, and a sting in your heart made you almost bend over at the sight.

“Bella…” He smiled through his stained face, his breathing picking up and a choked sob escaped your lips as you raised your hands to touch his face, trying to see if what you were seeing was real or not, and there was warmth, there definitely was.

“Sm–Smee–”

“I’m Steve… My name is Steve.” He says and your heart fills with joy at the knowledge, screaming with joy as you pull him into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you, as he sobbed onto your shoulder. He was still wearing the pirate clothing, the one you thought you invented in your head out of your loneliness, but here he was, hugging you, crying onto you.

But over his shoulder, that’s when you saw the four kids with tear stained cheeks, lost eyes, as they looked over. Steve pulled away from you as he looked down at the children with you, a smile forming on his face.

“Peter—”

“Dustin… I’m Dustin.” He says with a pout to his lips and then Pockets talked.

“I’m Will…” Your eyes widening as you look at their faces, the tears never stopping from coming out of their eyes. Ace spoke next.

“I’m Lucas…” And then, Latchboy finally presented himself.

“My name is Mike…” Your heart beat into your chest loudly, happiness engulfing you as you crouched to the ground, opening your arms for the boys to rush and hug you, holding them close to you as the broken pieces mended back together in your head, in your heart.

All the boys were sobbing loudly, finally feeling normal, remembering who they were, remembering their lives and the intensity that whoever knew them, were long gone by now, but you were here, Steve was here and–

You opened your eyes again, pulling away from the hug as you looked around, desperately. It cannot be, please… He can’t be alone there. He didn’t remember his name? It cannot possibly be that he didn’t, because everyone else did, so–

“Are we going to live here?” Mike asked you and you had to push away your thoughts to answer to him, even if the pain was deep in your heart. You gulped the lump down, nodding at him with a sad smile on your face.

“Yes, and everyone will have their own room, even you, Steve. We’re all going to be a family, would you like that?” You say with doubt in your voice, hope and fear latched to it. All the boys nodded as big smiles filled their faces, hugging each other with happiness. You stood up and looked at Steve, who had a pained look on his face, despite the joy he felt inside his chest at the news of having a family. 

“I… He–” His eyes widened for a second as he saw something behind you, looking upwards. When you turned around you didn’t see anything but then your ear caught something.

Loud thuds were heard in your house, and you rushed inside to hear the boots, walking on the second floor, your heart in your throat as the anxiety and hope filled your guts, wishing that it will be him, wishing it is him, wishing on that star that for the love of all things, that it’d be him.

A hook clamped on the rail of the stairs first, and then he came into view, your eyes widening as tears filled your eyes at seeing him again. His hair tight in the black bandana you remembered him with, the white shirt, the tight pants with the belts around his waist, and he stood at the top of your marble stairs. 

You stared at one another, for a long while, until your feet worked again, finding the impulse to run to him, the magnet that always pulled you to him, as you rushed towards the stairs, and he followed, running down the steps, desperately, his heart exploding at being able to see you again, his gut turning at seeing your tear stained face, but he had something to say to you, he couldn’t wait to tell you.

He met you at the bottom of the stairs, and your arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, almost jumping on him as sobs ripped out from your chest, cries of happiness as you felt his warmth against you again, his left arm holding you tightly as he sobbed onto your shoulder, soaking your shirt as you soaked his. 

He pulled away to press his hand against your cheek, desperately pecking your lips over and over again through his tears, his longing being shown towards you as you sobbed through the adoration he was giving you, not being able to handle how happy you were feeling, how for the past few days you were miserable, to the brink of going over the edge, but there was something always pulling you back. 

And that was faith.

Faith that you would see him again, faith that you wouldn’t be alone again, faith that you would have the family you yearned for. The family you once had with your grandmother only, and now it multiplied. 

The Captain pulled away from you, his lips hovering over yours, panting against your lips as your hands clawed at his shoulders, not wanting to let go of him ever again. But he had to tell you something. He had to.

“My name is Edward.” 

Your eyes filled with new tears as your smile spread through your lips, widely, a sob escaping them, and you kissed him, pulling his face against yours, before hugging him tightly against you again. Edward. Such a beautiful name. 

“Edward… Eddie…” You say his name and he finally let his cries be heard through the home, his chest ripping open from them almost. The boys looked at the couple with wonder in their eyes as Steve gulped the lump in his throat, smiling widely. It almost seemed as if your grandma knew you would meet these people, your grandma knew you were going to be the one to fulfill her promise to them, to bring them home. 

Home.

Your new home.

And if you listened closely, through the walls of the marble mansion, a small chime of little bells could be heard, happy yet sad, until they couldn’t be heard any more.

The second star to the right, shines in the night for you, to tell you that the dreams you plan, really can come true.

If you are inspired to do anything with this couple, credit accordingly if it's these two really.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this imagine, this little thing actually broke me while writing it, but seriously, if you got any questions regarding it or maybe request something for these two, I'll be more than happy to receive it on my ask ❤

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fics #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #fanfiction #eddie munson ff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fem!reader #hook!eddie #pirate!eddie #peter pan au #hook au #eddie munson angst #angst #eddie munson x you #fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson oneshot

[pigeonagere]

Disney princess bedroom and playroom, with a lot of toys!

#my post #sfw interaction only #agere #age regression #safe agere #fandom agere #disney agere #toddlerre #kidcore

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Early Christmas Present » Chris Evans

December 4th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Chris Evans x Wife/Mom!Reader with son Max

Summary: Chris surprises his 5 year old stepson with an early Christmas present to Disneyland.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for son (bud, little man), pet names for Y/N (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Sweetheart, you home?” Chris’s voice echoed through the house.

“Kitchen!” You shouted back.

Chris walked in the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

“Hey, babe. How was—” Chris kissed you with so much passion before you could finish your sentence. “That’s one hell of a kiss.” You smiled. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was the kiss for?” You asked curiously.

“Can’t a man kiss his gorgeous wife?” He says with a smile.

You know that smile. It’s the smile that he did something.

“What did you do this time, Chris?” You asked.

“Something good.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Something exciting that you and Max are going to love.” He smiles. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Upstairs playing in his playroom.” You say.

Chris goes upstairs with you following behind him. You two walk in the Max’s play room to see him playing with his Avengers action figures.

“Hey bud. Are you busy?” Chris asks.

“No. Am I in trouble?” Max asks, putting down his Captain America and Winter Soldier action figures.

“No you’re not in trouble.” He says.

“Oh ok. No I’m not busy.” He says.

You and Chris sat down on the floor in front of him.

“Chris has exciting news for us.” You tell him.

“What is it?” Max asks curiously.

“Who’s your favorite stepdad?” Chris asks.

“You’re my only stepdad.” He giggles.

“Point made, little man. Anyways, you know that Christmas is coming up, right?” Chris says.

Max nodded.

“Well, I got you, mommy, and I tickets to Disney Land! We’re leaving the day after Christmas!” He says.

Max’s eyes widened with excitement. He’s been wanting to go to Disney Land for as long as he can remember.

“No way! Really?!” Max asks.

“Yes!” Chris says.

Max hugs Chris, practically tackling him to the floor.

“You’re the best daddy ever!” He says.

Chris just smiles. Hearing Max call him daddy makes his day.

“I love you so much, daddy!” Max says.

“I love you too, bud.” Chris says with a smile.

“I love you, mommy.” He says, leaning over to hug you.

“I love you too, little man.” You smiled.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

#chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #chris evans fluff #chris evans one shot #chris evans imagine #fluffcember #fluffcember 2023 #christmas #husband!chris evans #dad!chris evans #wife!reader #mom!reader

[jackharloww]

Request: Can you write a fic about Grace helping Jack with his first time alone with both of them? Maybe Jack is nervous because it’s been a while since a small baby has been his sole responsibility and Grace helps him as much as possible. 🥹

"Are you sure you'll be alright?" You asked, feeling weird leaving them.

Your friends had arranged a girl's night tonight, and Jack really wanted you to go out of the house to enjoy yourself. You had been at home with the kids a lot, not really going out to do something for yourself.

"Yes, now just go" Jack chuckled and leaned down to give you a kiss.

"Fine" You returned the kiss, before giving Nathaniel, that was lying on Jacks arms a sweet kiss on the forehead. You kneeled down and pulled Grace into a hug, she could sense you were a bit worried.

"I help dada, it's okay" Grace whispered in your ear. You smiled at her and stroked her cheek, "Thank you, princess". You put on your jacket and waved them goodbye before walking out to where your friend was waiting for you in her car.

"So, what do you want to do?" Jack turned to look at Grace as soon as you closed the door.

"Princess Teaparty?" She suggested and started walking to her playroom, Jack laughed and followed her.

Grace sat down on her little chair, in front of her table and Jack sat down on the floor with Nathaniel in his arms. Having tea parties and playing princess were one of Grace's favorite things to do.

"Here you go Nate," she said and gave him a princess crown. Jack giggled and put it on his head, but Nathaniel quickly stirred and clearly didn't want to wear it.

"I think its a bit uncomfortable for him right now" Jack chuckled and picked it up and put the crown on top of his head instead.

They played that for a while before Nathaniel started whining. "Oh what's wrong little man" Jack sat him up, but it didn't help

"Maybe he wants to play something else?" Grace tried to figure out why Nathaniel wasn't having it.

"I think he's hungry, let's feed him," Jack said and they got up to the kitchen. Nathaniel was a sweet baby who didn't cry much, but Jack was still a bit nervous. It was his first time alone with both Grace and Nathaniel and he just wanted everything to go smoothly.

Jack put on a movie for Grace, and they sat in the living room to watch it while Jack fed Nathaniel. He was still whining, not wanting to take the bottle, making Jack sigh deeply. Grace noticed her dad starting to get a bit frustrated.

"Maybe he wants his bunny? Where is it daddy?"

"I don't know" Jack sighed as he rocked Nathaniel in his arms, trying to get him to calm down.

"I will go look" She nodded and ran off to Nathaniel's room. She came back running a few seconds later with a bunny in her hand.

"I didn't find it, but he can borrow Carrot," she said and handed over her favorite bunny to Nathaniel, "Only a little bit" she added.

"Thank you Gracie" Jack kissed her on the top of her head, happy his daughter was so thoughtful.

Jack gave Nathaniel his pacifier, and the bunny next to him and rocked him for a little while finally getting him to calm down.

"He just wanted to sleep" Jack whispered to Grace when Nathaniel closed his eyes and cuddled into his fathers' arms. The three of them cuddled up on the sofa watching Disney movies.

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Taglist: @harlowsbby , @heavyhitterheaux , @harlowcomehome , @middlechild404 , @neon-lights-and-glitter , @nattinatalia , @hoodharlow , @mortirolo , @itsyagirljaz

#jack harlow #grace harlow #Nathaniel Harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow stories #jack x reader #jackharlow

[xlovelybluebellex]

Little!Charlie Magne Would…

What is this? The Hazbin hotel headcanons no one asked for?

❤️She regressors voluntarily for the most part! There are times when she gets stressed and ends up regressing involuntarily, but there’s always someone there for her.

❤️Vaggie normally takes care of her! Everyone helps out, but Vaggie’s her Mama overall.

❤️She regresses to around 3-5. A cute little toddler, but there has been an occasion or two where she went to baby space.

❤️Charlie loves Disney movies! The Disney princess song she’s last heard is her favorite song. For example, if she watches Beauty and the Beast, her favorite song is be our guest. But the second she watches Princess and the Frog, her new favorite song is Evangeline.

❤️Vaggie teaches her Spanish. It confuses the others A LOT, and Angel’s the only one who can remotely decipher what she’s trying to say, as some words in Italian and Spanish are similar.

❤️She loves anything apple flavored. Pie, pastries, anything. However, when she’s especially little, she loves apple sauce! Even though it normally gets everywhere.

❤️Charlie takes care of everyone, even when little. She loves playing doctor, checking on everyone with her little fake stethoscope.

❤️She can get a little incessant with checking on everyone. But no one can yell, she’ll cry if someone yells at her. Poor baby just wants to take care of everyone and she doesn’t get that when she’s little, she can relax.

❤️If Alastor is holding her, she’ll sometimes go for his horns. There have been multiple occasions when she just yanked on his horns and he just dealt with it, while Vaggie watched anxiously.

❤️She has a little kitchen set! She loves to make fake food for Vaggie and other customers!

❤️She loves to cuddle with Husk when little. She’ll fall right asleep if Husk starts to subconsciously purr. Angel totally doesn’t have any blackmail photos of that either.

❤️She loves to play hide and seek with the egg minions! Sir Pentious always supervises, as he doesn’t want her getting hurt. However, him supervising is him just playing with them and getting very competitive. Charlie always giggles at that.

❤️She’s such a cuddly girl! She loves to settle down on the couch and lean into Vaggie, silently playing with her hair.

❤️Speaking of hair, Charlie loves playing with and having her hair played with! Sometimes she’ll make Angel and Vaggie do a braid train with her.

❤️Her parents are aware of her regression and are very willing to help! In fact, her favorite ducky stuffy was given to her by Lucifer!

❤️Razzle and Dazzle sometimes play with her when she’s little. They follow her, make sure she doesn’t trip when walking, and make sure she stays away from any sharp objects.

❤️Vaggies a protective mama bear, so no leaving the playroom (cause there’s one in the hotel now) without an adult knowing.

#sfw agere #age regression #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel agere

[thetidemice]

Do ya ever think about Andy and Annie's dance during "Rag Dolly" and feel like watching that specific scene on loop AND sorta feeling like doing their little dance with someone at the same time 'cause hhhhh I love it and those sibs a bunch, it's just the somftest and adorablest dance to a likewise comfy song made more so by Andy's singing and I get a genuine burst of serotonin revisiting it (and lowkey that scene/song alone was what got me to watch the musical for the first time a couple years back :> if ya also have knowledge on who animated their dance or any part of Rag Dolly for that matter that'd be cool to learn about too! but I understand if that might end up being a lot to share :0)

AAAH i love love love that sequence so much!! its the cutest dance it has so much character and Andy's voice becoming so gentle and sweet right after singing No Girl's Toy is just the best thing ever. he doesn't even like Babette he's just helping his sister make a good impression.

analysis under the readmore:

what's crazy is looking through this whole book - i'm talking about The Animated Raggedy Ann  & Andy - An Intimate Look at the Art of Animation Its History, Techniques, and Artists by John Canemaker (the linked version has no pictures D-:) - Rag Dolly isn't really mentioned that much, despite being essentially the main theme music.

i would love to tell you more for a fact, but i just can't say for sure who animated it, as a lot of scenes aren't credited individually.

for some songs, like Richard Williams doing No Girl's Toy, Tissa David doing Candy Hearts, Art Babbitt doing Blue, and Emery Hawkins doing Never Get Enough, the artists get a section dedicated to them and the main chunk of animation work they contributed. in the credits of the film, Art Babbitt animates the Camel, Emery Hawkins animates the Greedy, etc etc - they were generally in charge of those character-centric scenes, along with a team of inbetweeners, painters, etc.

there isn't one for Rag Dolly, since it's relatively short and bounces between characters. so basically TAKE ALL OF THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT!!!

the ONLY expertise i have is that 1. ive flipped thru john canemaker's book and 2. i love this movie so much

what i CAN do is make wild guesses ^_^ and this first little verse as Ann fidgets with her dress and apron just SCREAMS Tissa David to me. here's a pose from that sequence side-by-side with one of her famous (and one of my favourite) Raggedy Ann drawings.

here's something she notes about Ann's first action sequence of falling off the chair (she was set to work on candy hearts before anything else, to really get to know the characters):

and here's a fantastically convenient gifset from Rag Dolly. EVERYTHING!!! her hair falling in her face, the movement of the fabric, the wonderful sense of timing. also note the lack of eyelashes, which isnt exclusive to one artist or anything, but does pop up in David's drawings:

now to go on a tangent about an artist who could well have worked on that scene, and whom i wish there was some more info about!!!

"The only thing that Disney never understood is that to animate girls, one must be a girl!" - Tissa David believed (along with pretty much the rest of the team) that herself and Chrystal Russell (whose work is woefully sparse in the book but very much present in the movie) were the best animators of 'little Annie'. she also worked on Fern Gully; you can find her credits under her married name, Chrystal Klabunde! she supported Tissa as the primary actor for Raggedy Ann, and her style appears as this distinctive, adorable, muppet-y look throughout the film. these pics are examples of, if not her own drawings, then her stylistic influence in these scenes:

she's credited as animating the playroom dolls, but you can notice her influence in Annie come through from the beginning ('I Look, and What Do I See?') to the end ('Home') of the whole thing. like i said, the credits are never too specific, but if i had to GUESS, then this looks like her stuff. we also know for a fact she worked on the first song because of this lovely set of drawings in the book!

here's the sweetest photo of Didi Conn (Ann's voice) and Chrystal together with some clean-up sheets of a shot right before Rag Dolly - when Ann introduces herself to Babette, 'my name is Raggedy Ann, and this is my brother, Raggedy Andy,' (i still can't confirm whether they're her drawings but i wouldn't be surprised!):

anyway tl;dr: i have no way of knowing for sure who was in charge of it, and no doubt a whole team of artists were involved, (and i'm in no way trying to discredit anyone if i'm wrong) but my best guess is you can thank Tissa David for the first part, and Chrystal Russell (now Chrystal Klabunde) for their dance together - the animation changes subtley between those shots. i wish i had more artists/resources to look at, or god forbid a full breakdown of that scene, but at this point i would bet money on David's part in Annie's little introduction.

also some final appreciation for this silly slide to the ground that Andy finishes with:

anyway i'm SO sorry for going on such a long rant in response to this lovely ask!! and i'm sorry it took so long! it took so long, in fact, that i was actually accepted into university halfway through writing it the other day! so thank you!

i had so much fun playing amateur detective so double thank you!!! again i'm probably wrong about ALL of this but it was a blast to reread sections of the book and rewatch different bits of the movie to sleuth around for clues. i hope whatever i have come up with is of some interest to you, and i hope someone learned something about the wonderful artists behind this movie :-D

chrystal and raggedy ann ^_^

#raggedy ann #i may be crazy! i may be crazy! #ask #raggedy ann & andy: a musical adventure #tissa david #chrystal russell #john canemaker #animation #art

[little-pup-pip]

25 Days of Agere Moodboards!

Day 1 Favorite Animal!

Day 2 Favorite Stuffie!

Day 3: Favorite Kids Book!

Day 4: Perfect Agere Day!

Day 5: Favorite Show!

Day 6: Character I Headcanon as a Regressor!

Day 7: Favorite color!

Day 8: Ideal Playroom!

Day 9: Favorite Disney Princess!

Day 10: Moodboard Based on Another Regressor's Blog!

Day 11: Character I'd Want as a CG!

Day 12: Things That Make Me Nostalgic!

Day 13: Favorite Kid's Movie!

Day 14: A Song that Reminds Me of Regression!

Day 15: The Current Month!

Day 16: Favorite Fantasy Creature!

Day 17: My URL!

Day 18: My Favorite Holiday!

Day 19: Food that Makes Me Happy!

Day 20: My Gender!

Day 21: Knight Aesthetic!

Day 22: Ideal regression fashion!

Day 23: Favorite hero!

Day 24: Ideal Vacation!

Day 25: My regression aesthetic!

[yourtouchismidas]

Omggg we need a blurb of matty playing dolls with Gigi 🤣

you've been at work at the bookshop all day and your feet are killing and all you want to do is come home and put your feet up and have a cup of tea. you're kind of hoping matty has already got the kettle on for you, because you text him saying you're on your way home. he's been with gigi all day, dropping into the studio for a bit, you think, but not much else. it's a nice day so maybe you could have tea outside together, or in the park.

when you put your key in the door and go inside though, the house seems eerily quiet. the kettle is on, or it has been recently, as its still whirring.

"hello?" you call into the house, "matt? gi?"

you dont get an answer, but you can hear what you think is squealing laughter. they must be in the garden. you go to the kitchen and pour yourself a tea, and one for matty, because that is the most important thing right now and then you head out to find them.

they don't notice you at first. the big wooden dolls house matty's mum bought for gigi has been moved from her playroom to the grass. gigi is kneeling by it in a disney princess dress, making a tiny doll walk up the stairs. you have to stuff a laugh back in your mouth when you see your boyfriend, dressed in black trackies and a white t shirt, but with one of gigi's princess dresses over the top, comically too short for him, barely hitting his waist, and straining against his chest. he is also wearing a crown, lipstick (smeared as applied by a four year old) and a tiara crown. neither of them notice you.

"oh anna, aren't you so excited to go shopping later," matty says, in a high pitched voice, wiggling his doll around in front of gigi's doll as if they were talking.

"so excited beatrice!" gigi says, her own little voice squeaking. "i need a new princess dress!"

"me too," matty continues, moving his doll's hand up to her head, "i dont nearly have enough."

"you have too many, beatrice!" gigi says.

"yeah, beatrice," you say, making gigi whip her head round and run to you yelling mummy, and matty absolute jump out of his skin. or should you say out his princess dress.

"you didnt see that," matty says, flushing.

"of course, i didn't" you wink at him and hand him his tea.

gigi runs back to the dolls house and you take a seat in front of them in an old striped garden chair, turning your head up to the sun while they play.

"beatrice, what colour will you get?"

"hmm, maybe purple?" matty says, but dropping the high pitched voice, and doing his regular one.

"matthew," gigi turns to him, frowning, "do the voice."

"i..."

"do the voice!" she scolds.

matty turns to you, squinting in the sunlight. "don't judge me for this, okay?"

"i would never," you grin, "it's sexy."

"oh fuck off," matty says and then turns back to his doll.

"i think purple for me!" he says, doll voice loud and proud for you to hear.

#matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #ruins #ruins behind the scenes #matty healy x y/n #matty healy #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 fanfic

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Itty Bitty Imps chapter 22. We all fall down💔 🏥❤️‍🩹

Summary:

Fizzarolli and Blitzø play hospital...

This doesn't end well.

Notes:

TW for this chapter: (where do I start?) Cursing, wetting, diapers, flashbacks, panic attack, guilt, lots of guilt, hurt/comfort, complicated feelings, complicated relationship, threatening to cut off someone's genitalia, child abuse, tattoos, sadness....lmk if I should add.

Lately Fizzarolli and Blitzø have been obsessed with Bluey; a tv show about what they assumed to be a blue dog demon who lives in a world where demon dogs had taken over earth and fixed it up for the good of their species. It’s quite a clever show, very popular amongst littles.

Fizzarolli was so inspired by the show, he made bluey themed puppy ears for them to wear based on their favorite characters. "Here, Blitzø! I made Mackenzie ears for me and Bluey ears for you." He says proudly, holding up two sets of ears.

Blitzø frowns. "I'm not Bluey, Fizz. I'm bingo.” He explains.

"Oh...okay, sorry." Fizzarolli says, making a new set of ears for Blitzø.

Strange, Stolas thinks Blitzø is a lot more like socks than Bingo. "Blitzy, where are your manners?" Stolas scolds.

"Sorry..." Blitzø mumbles.

"It's okay, Blitzø." Fizz says, holding up the new bingo ears he made and handing them to Blitzø.

"Now, what do we say, little star??" Stolas asks him, tilting his head.

"Thanks." Blitzø says, putting on the ears happily.

"You're welcome." Fizzarolli smiles.

"Good boy." Stolas kisses Blitzø's cheek and sets him down to play with Fizz.

"Those are very nice, bug." Asmodeus says. "You're very talented."

"Indeed." Stolas says, petting Blitzø. "Very well done, sweetheart."

"Thank you!" Fizzarolli says. "I made ears for you guys too." He says, handing Asmodeus bandit ears and Stolas calypso ears.

"Oh, thank you, heartling. This is very- nice of you." Stolas says.

"Yes. Thank you, bug." Asmodeus adds.

"You're welcome!” The imp smiles. "Come on, Bingo! Let's play in the play room!" He suggests.

Blitzø giggles happily and follows Fizz.

Once the little one's had left, Stolas turns to Asmodeus, holding up the ears Fizz gave him. "What is he implying?"

Asmodeus chuckles. "Well, you do sing a lot." Ozzie says.

“So do you!”

“Only on stage, I don’t go around singing about every emotion I ever have like a disney princess.” Asmodeus argues.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Stolas asks, putting on the ears. “What do you think?”

“Adorable.” Asmodeus says sarcastically.

“Now you have to put yours on!” Stolas says.

“I’m good.” Ozzie says. “Fizz isn’t even here.”

“It’s the principal!” Stolas says. “You have to wear the ears.” He says, smiling.

“Stolas-“

“Or I’ll tell Fizz you just don’t like his fabulous creation.” Stolas threatens.

“Remind me, why am I friends with you?” Asmodeus asks.

Stolas shrugs. “I don’t know…but, it’s far too late for you now. I tend to latch onto people. You’re pretty much stuck with me for all eternity.”

Asmodeus laughs, putting on the ears. “Only eternity? I can live with that.”

~~Fizzarolli and Blitzø~~~

"Let's play hospital!" Fizzarolli suggests.

"I don't like to play hop'itals." Blitzø says.

"Oh, but you like blood, right?" Fizz asks.

Blitzø nods.

"Then you should like it!" Fizz says. "There's a lotta blood in the hospital!"

"Well..." Blitzø thinks about it.

"It's okay, Blitzø. It's not the bad kind, it'll be a good one, I promise!"

Blitzø wasn't sure, but he nodded. "M'kay. I guess."

~~~

They started to play hospital, Fizzarolli had a Barbie doll to play the patient, Fizzarolli was the doctor, and Blitzø played the...other doctor? The rules were not made clear.

"Oh no! She's unconscious!" Fizzarolli says in character, "we have to save her!"

Barbie? Blitzø saw something- something horrible flash through his eyes.

"It's okay, we'll wake her up with..."

Fizzarolli's voice faded to the background as Blitzø slowly saw his surroundings change from the playroom to an apartment he lived in... Oh...oh no.

Fizzarolli hands him the doll-

Barbie...

It's not what Blitzø thought he was holding-

He saw a person, he saw his sister passed out on the floor. 'Fucking damn it! Barbie!'

He's panicking, his sister wasn't okay, she was sick- or hurt? Or something! She needed help!

He felt his chest expand with pain and panic...

This was all his fault...

'Barb, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But, you can't leave me too, I can't loose you! Please wake up?' He begs.

But he did loose her...

She didn't wake up...

She's never going to forgive him!

It's his fault!

He fucking did this!

'I don't want to see you again, get the fuck out of here!'

'Barb, I had no-'

'I don't want to hear it! You had no reason to interfere! I told you to stay out of it!'

'I'm sorry!'

'No, you're not sorry! You always fucking do this!' She shouts at him as tears pour down his face. 'You kill everything you touch and you ruin every good person out there! You ruined me, you ruined my life!'

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Blitzø cries. cries.

"Blitzø?" Fizzarolli asks. "Are you okay?" He asks softly.

"I'm sorry, Barbie. I'm so sorry..." he cries.

Fizzarolli's eyes widen and he imidiately runs out of the room. "Ozzie! Stolas!" He shouts. "Blitzø needs help!"

Blitzø was doing fine... what happened? Was he okay? Did he do something?! Was this his fault?!

"Stolas!" Fizzarolli shouts. "Stolas, please?!" Fizz pants. 

"Sweetheart, calm down, please. What is it?" Stolas asks him softly.

"It's Blitzø, he's havin' an attack!" Fizz cries. "He's upset, I- didn't-"

Stolas looks to Asmodeus. "It's okay, Fizz. I will take care of him. Stay here with Ozzie." Stolas says to him.

As Stolas rushes out of the room to go find Blitzø, Asmodeus wraps his arms around Fizz. "It's okay, beetle. You did so good coming to us." He says to comfort his little. "Blitzø will be okay." Tears fall down Fizz's face...  He wasn't so sure.

~~~Blitzø and Stolas~~~

Blitzø can't control his breathing, he's in the hospital with Barb now, she wants him to leave!

'Get the fuck out!'

'Barb-'

'Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! I'll never forgive you for this, you mother killing asshole!'

"Blitzy...?" Stolas asks, approaching the little one.

"I didn't mean to!" Blitzø shouts out loud. 

"Blitzø, darling. Can you hear me?" Stolas asks.

That wasn't Barbie... "Stowas?" He looked up, what was Stolas doing at the hospital?

"Darling, is it alright if I touch you?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shakes his head.

Stolas nods, kneeling in front of the Imp. "Alright, darling. Do you know where you are right now?" He asks.

Of course he does! Does Stolas thinks he's crazy?! "M' a' a' hosp'al." He answers.

"You're in the playroom, darling." Stolas says.

Playroom? Blitzø looks around... oh.  He was in the playroom! But, where's Barbie?

"Blitzy, darling. Can you do me a favor and name five things you can see right now?"

"Stowes, da junga gym, the giffe, da cwown," he looks at some art on the wall of a giraffe and a clown. "An'...da doll." He stared at the doll he was holding that was now on the floor...

"Good job, darling. Now four things you can feel?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø was currently holding onto one of the playground equipment. "Uhm, this fing," he says gesturing to his hand. "I feew tia'd...an' um wet." He answers, feeling a dampness between his legs he didn't notice before, because he was a lot bigger Stolas didn't put a diaper on him. He starts openly sobbing upon realizing what had happened. 

"Shh, it's alright, darling. We'll take care of that in a moment. Can you name three things you can hear?" He asks.

"Yous...uhm me...an' nofing." Blitzø whines, feeling defeated. He's sobbing and hiccuping outright, he didn't want to play this game anymore! "I'm sowy!"

"That's alright. How about two things you can smell?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø thought about it, but ended up not answering, he's already realized where he was... But, he was embarrassed and frankly deviated, because no matter how tragic that memory was...it was the last time he ever saw his sister... They didn't let him see her after that. 

"Blitzø?" Stolas asks. "Are you alright?"

He reaches out for Stolas, so the bird picks him up. "It's alright, darling. I'm here."

Blitzø cries heavily into Stolas's shirt, he wanted to make sure Barbie was okay! But, she wasn't here!

"Come on, dear, let's get you cleaned up." He says, heading to the nursery.

"I think you need a bath, love." He says once they arrive, there's a bathroom attached to the nursery with everything they would need.

"No..." Blitzø whines. "No baf." He cries.

"I know you're not used to it, darling. But, I really do think it's necessary. Will you please let me give you a bath?" Stolas asks, petting the little one gently. "I promise it won't take long, I'll be with you the whole time, I'll be very careful, and you'll feel so much better once it's over."

Blitzø sniffs as tears fall down his face, he doesn't feel like fighting. "Mkay."

"That's my good baby boy." Stolas praises.

"Gud?" Blitzø asks. "M' gud?" He asks.

"Yes, so good." Stolas says. "You're always my good little, Blitzy."

Blitzø shakes his head as Stolas helps him out of his yucky clothes and takes him to the bathroom.

Stolas fills the tub up with soap and water. "Alright, darling. In you go." He helps Blitzø in the bath carefully.

Blitzø was very calm, almost unnoticeably there as Stolas cleaned him up, the little was clearly out of it, unable to really pay attention. "Blitzy?" Stolas asks. "Are you alright?" Blitzø shrugs, holding his arms in his hands with his eyes distant, not even looking in Stolas's direction. 

Stolas decides not to push him further, he finishes cleaning Blitzø in silence, then he dried him off very gently. He compliments Blitzø's bravery, then he cooes at how adorable the Imp was, hoping to get some sort of reaction from him...but, he got nothing.

He sets Blitzø on the changing station to put him in a diaper. "Alright, darling. Let's get you dressed into some fresh clothes, then you can take a nap. Alright?" Stolas asks him.

"M...wan' fwen'." Blitzø mumbles.

Stolas smiles, happy he finally said something. "Of course, my darling." Stolas says. "You want your yellow horse?"

Blitzø nods.

Stolas uses magic to summon Blitzø's favorite horse. "What's their name today?" He asks.

"Boey." Blitzø decides.

"That's an excellent name, Blitzy." Stolas says. Putting Blitzø's diaper on, then his horse onesie.

Stolas then set Blitzø in his crib. "Alright, love. Try and get some rest." He says.

"N' no." Blitzø whines.

Stolas hands him a pacifier. "Here, darling. Just settle down." He says. "Everything will be alright."

Stolas puts on Blitzø's pacifier clip when the little one doesn't take it, and he pops it in Blitzø's mouth.

The little one happily suckled on his binkie and was calm enough to fall asleep.

Stolas smiles at him before frowning again.

He walks into the dinning room where Asmodeus and Fizzarolli were.

"Is Blitzø okay?" Fizzarolli asks.

"He'll be fine, sweetheart. And how are you doing?" Stolas asks. "I know that must have been scary to see." 

"I'm okay." Fizzarolli says.

"Do you have any idea what might've caused the attack?" Stolas asks him.

"Well..." Fizzarolli rubbed his arm anxiously.

"We're not upset, bug. We just want to know." Asmodeus adds. "You're not in any trouble."

"We we're playing hospital...I don't know what made him so upset. But, I know why he's sad." Fizz says.

Stolas tilts his head.

"It's because he misses Barbie." Fizz explains. "He said he was sorry to her when he was panicking. He misses her." Fizzarolli explains. "He misses his sister."

Stolas and Asmodeus frown.

"Thank you, bug." Asmodeus says. "You did so good today. You were very brave and very helpful." He says.

Fizzarolli smiles. "Thanks, Ozzie."

Stolas doesn't say anything, his face deflated as his head slumped downward. He felt as if he failed Blitzø somehow.

"Stolas?" Asmodeus asks.

"I'm fine." Stolas says, lying to both himself and Asmodeus.

"Fizz, why don't you go take a nap in your room. You can put on a movie to help relax, alright?" Asmodeus asks.

"Mkay." Fizzarolli says. "You wanna talk to Stolas alone?" He asks, whispering to the rooster.

"Yes." Asmodeus whispers back.

"Mkay." Fizzarolli goes upstairs to his bedroom to watch a movie.

Asmodeus gestures for Stolas to sit down next to him.

"I can't help him." Stolas says. "I dont even know where Barbie is or what happened between them... What am I going to tell him?" Stolas asks.

"Stolas, you've given Blitzø everything you can. You can't disappoint him."

"I know... it's just that- do you know how many siblings I have?" Stolas asks.

Asmodeus shakes his head.

"Neither do I." Stolas says. "They never cared about me, and I never really cared about them. I've met some of them of course, but we never connected. We act more like distant cousins than siblings. Imps are different though, they really care about each other, they have a special bond that I can't even comprehend." He says.

"How do you know about this?" Asmodeus asks.

"Blitzø talked a lot about his sister when we met as kids, but then once he was an adult, it was almost nothing." Stolas explains. "He almost never talks about her. But, he has pictures of her in his office and all over his house."

"I see."

"I want to help him!" Stolas says. "But, I don't know how-"

"Just be there for him." Asmodeus says. "Just be his boyfriend, just be there. That's all you can do, and it does a lot, believe me."

"We're not boyfriends." Stolas says sadly.

"Then be his friend." Ozzie says.

Stolas nods, wiping a tear away. "You're right."

"Of course I am. You're doing a good job, Stolas." Ozzie says.

"Are you sure? It seems I've done nothing but mess everything up...for him and Via." Stolas sighs.

Ozzie places a hand on the owl's shoulder. "Blitzø loves you, I can see it. He knows what you're trying to do for him, in fact you've probably done more than anyone else ever has. I promise, he appreciates it and he knows how much you love him."

~~~Later~~~

Stolas and Asmodeus sat down on the couch while Fizzarolli colored anxiously. They were all worried about their darling gremlin. But, they wanted to give him his space. When he was ready, Stolas knew he'd either call to them through the baby monitor or climb out on his own.

Suddenly, Blitzø walked into the living room and climbed into his playpen, crying softly.

"Blitzø?" Stolas asks, getting up an walking over to him.

Asmodeus signaled for Fizz to stay there for a moment. "It's okay, just give them their space." Ozzie says.

"What are you doing in the playpen, baby?" Stolas asks.

"M' bad, Stowes." Blitzø explains.

Stolas frowns. "You are not bad, darling-"

"But, she hate-is me..." Blitzø cries. "She don' wants see me 'gain. I a ba' brover." He says. "So, I is n' time out."

"Oh, I see...how long will you be in time out?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø shrugs. "Fev'er."

Stolas climbs into the playpen with him. "Blitzø, my love. I do wish I could fix this for you, or help you in some way.... But, the thing is, people try their best in life, but they still make mistakes...that doesn't mean they're bad people." Stolas explains. "If it did, everyone would be in time out all the time."

"Eve' you, Stowes?"

"Even me." Stolas confirms.

"Wha' you does?" Blitzø asks.

"I had a friend and...Well, I'm afraid I wasn't really very good friend to him like I should have been." Stolas explains. "I took him for granted." 

Blitzø frowns, feeling bad for Stolas but he is feeling a little better now that he wasn't alone.

"Blitzø?" Fizzarolli and Asmodeus walked into the living room once they saw Stolas in there.

"Stolas? What are you two doing." Fizzarolli asks. "Why are you two in there?"

Asmodeus almost intervened, but Stolas answers, reasuring Ozzie that it was alright: "Blitzø has put himself in time out forever." Stolas explains.

"What? No! Not forever!" Fizzarolli says.

Stolas nods sadly. "I'm afraid so..."

"But, why?" Fizzarolli asks.

"Cuz' m' bad." Blitzø answers.

"You're not bad, Blitzø. You're good!" Fizz says. "Please come out!"

"Bu'...Barbie...I hur' her." Blitzø explains.

"Oh..." Fizz sighs, looking to Asmodeus who looked sad aswell. "What about you, Stolas? Why are you in the playpen?" The clown asks.

"Well, since Blitzø is in time out for hurting his sister, I should be in time out for hurting my friend." Stolas explains.

"Forever?" Fizz asks

Stolas nods. "I'm afraid so."

"Oh...if that's the case then, I should be in time out too!" Fizzarolli says, climbing into the playpen. "I was mean to you, Blitzø."

"No." Blitzø argues.

"Yeah I was! You said you didn't want to play hospital, but I didn't listen, then you had a panic attack!"Fizzarolli explains. "I can't fix that."

Stolas pet Fizzarolli's head, he really did have such a pure heart. "You are sorry for hurting Barbie, right, Blitzy?" Stolas asks.

"Yea, bu' i' was too ba'." Blitzø explains. "Sowy no fis' dat, wite?"

Asmodeus sighs, deciding he'd better get involved here too. He uses magic to make the playpen bigger so he can fit comfortably inside with them.

"What did you do, Ozzie?" Fizz asks.

"I've been mean to a lot of people in my day." Asmodeus explains. "Never said sorry."

Blitzø's eyes widened. "Neva?"

"Nope." Asmodeus explains. "Da' is ba'." Blitzø agrees. "Blitzø, doing something bad and regretting it doesn't make you a bad person, because if you're still sorry, it means you can grow and learn to be better." Asmodeus explains.

Stolas smiles at Asmodeus before turning back to Blitzø: "He's right, darling. You can't change the past, you can only improve the future." Stolas explains.

Blitzø did feel a little better...he guessed. He didn't want to stay in time out forever, not really.

Maybe they were right, maybe he's not that bad, maybe doing something bad doesn't define who you are. "Wew' maybe we don' havta be in time out foreber." Blitzø says.

"What would you like to do, Blitzy?" Stolas asks.

"Can...can a' stays for a lil' bit?" Blitzø asks. "I knows m' no bad, bu' I is sad. An' I wan' jus' be sad now." Blitzø tries so hard to talk correctly, but knows he's failing.

Stolas kisses his head. "Of course you can, Blitzy. Would you like to be alone?"

"Only wif you." Blitzø says, climbing into Stolas's arms and holding him tightly.

Asmodeus pets Blitzø's head. "Come on, Fizz. Let's give them some space." Ozzie says.

Fizz didn't want to, but he knew Blitzø would feel much better with Stolas here. "Mkay, can we play in the play room?" He asks.

"Of course, Beetle." Asmodeus says as he gets out of the playpen and helps Fizzarolli out too.

"Thank you." Stolas whispers to Fizz and Asmodeus.

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli smile back before exiting to the playroom.

Stolas turned to Blitzø. "Are you alright, darling?"

"M'sad, Stowes." Blitzø says, hugging Stolas.

"I know, it's okay to be sad, darling." Stolas says.

"Why?"

"It's a normal part of life. Sadness helps you understand the negative situations we come across, we need to learn to understand bad things so we can move on and learn from them. Once we do that, we can appreciate the good things." He explains.

"Yous a good fing, Stowes." Blitzø says.

"Thank you, Blitzy."

"Stowes, wiw I eva sees her 'gain?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas pets his head gently. "I don't know, dear. But I do know that no matter what happens, you'll never be alone."

"Pwomise?" Blitzø asks.

"I promise." Stolas says, kissing the top of Blitzø's head. "I love you so much, darling." He says.

"I wov yous too." Blitzø says.

Stolas's eyes widened, he didn't mean to say it, but then Blitzø said it back-

"Wiw you sings?" Blitzø asks.

"Hm? Oh, yes. Of course." Stolas says.

Stolas starts humming to the little one, rocking him back and forth while singing: "Black clouds are behind me, I now can see a hill. Often I wonder why I try looking for an end. Sorrow weighs my shoulders down and trouble haunts my mind. But I know the the present will not last, and tomorrow will be kinder."

As Stolas sings, tears fall down Blitzø's face.

He wished he could see Barbie again, he missed her so much...

No one could ever replace her.

~~~Age 7:~~~

"Blitzo, she feels bad." Tilla tells him. "You should go talk to her."

"She broke my stick! I've been taking good care of it for months! And she just broke it like she doesn't even care!" Blitzo complains. "I can never forgive her!"

"Blitzo, she's your sister." Tilla says.

"So?"

"So, you should accept her apology and forgive her." Tilla says.

Blitzo sighs, arms crossed against his chest. "I don't want to. I'm still mad at her."

Tilla sighs, and sits next to him. "Listen... one day your papa and I won't be here anymore. Barbie is your sister, no matter what happens, she'll always be there for you."

Blitzo sighs.

"The stick isn't worth loosing something so precious." Tilla says. "There's no relationship more powerful than the one between twins. Don't take it for granted."

Blitzo looked over at Barbie who was outside the tent, sitting on a log, she did look very sorry...

Not saying more to Tilla, he walked outside to sit next to Barbie.

"Hey."

Barbie dried her tears quickly. "Blitzo, I'm sorry I broke your stick, I didn't know it meant so much to you." Barbie says. "I was just bored and being careless." She explains.

"I know, it was an accident. It's okay." Blitzo says. "Moms right, it's not worth the fight. It's just a stick."

"I did try to fix it." Barbie says, holding up the stick, it was now covered in tape and bandages, she even signed it 'BW'.

Blitzo smiles. "Cool, it's disabled now! Can I sign it too?" He asks.

She chuckles and hands him the marker she used. "You're so weird." She laughs.

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment." He says.

~~~Stolas, singing~~~

"Tomorrow will be kinder, it's true, I've seen it before. A brighter day is coming my way. Yes, tomorrow will be kinder."

~~~Age 4~~~

"Hold still." The tattooist orders him.

"Blitzo, if you don't fucking sit still, you won't be able to sit at all for a fucking week!" His father threatened.

"But, it hurts!" Blitzo whines, trying not to squirm, but he can't help it!

"I don't care, stop whining!" Cash demands.

Barbie, who already had hers done, walked over to her brother and held out her hand. She still has tear stains on her face as pain covered her own forehead, but in the moment she was more worried about her brother. "Squeeze my hand Blitzo, it'll help." She whispers.

"I don't want to hurt your hand..." Blitzo says.

"It's okay, we're twins. We can feel each other's pain anyways." She says. "Remember?"

Blitzo smiles and takes her hand.

~~~Stolas, singing~~~

"Today I've cried a many tear, and pain is in my heart. Around me lies a somber scene, I don't know where to start."

~~~Past, age 12:~~~

Barbie opens Blitzo's locker. "Blitzo, who did this to you?" Barbie asks.

"...no one." He mumbles, as if he didn't just fall out of his own locker and onto the hard floor the moment his sister opened it.

"Lies! You didn't shove yourself in there! I'm gonna find out anyway, so you might as well just tell me." She says.

"Barb, please stay out of it?" Blitzo asks, getting up off the floor.

Barb helps him up. "No! Okay? You're my brother! Someone messes with you, I cut off their dick!"

"She doesn't have one..." Blitzo mumbles.

"Ha! It's fucking Magi cornfuck, isn't it?" She asks.

"Shit..." Blitzo sighs. "Barb-"

"I'm going to fucking kill her!" She says.

"Don't, please?" Blitzo asks. "You're just gonna make it worse!"

"I won't make it worse!" Barbie says. "She can't tattle or get revenge if she's dead, stupid."

"Barbie..." Blitzo growls.

"Okay listen, I'll tell you what. We get her back, If she messes with you again, we get her again and again until she backs down. We're circus folk, impractical jokes are our specialty, we can take a lot, and we have prank and humiliation experience she could only dream of." She says. "We can't loose!"

Blitzo thinks about it and smiles. "Hey, yeah! We do!" Blitzo says. "Let's turn her inside out!"

"Fuck yeah!" She shouts.

~~~Stolas, singing~~~

"But I feel warmth on my skin, the stars have all aligned. The wind has blown but now I know that tomorrow will be kinder."

~~~Age 16: ~~~

"Barb?" Blitzo knocks on the door.

"Go away, Blitzo. I don't want to talk." She says.

It was the stupid winter dance, and Barbie was spending it locked in the bathroom.

This cannot be! Twin code clearly stated, no one fucks with your twin, or they get fucked twice as bad!

"Please come out?" Blitzo asks. "We can figure this out together."

"I don't want to..." She says. He knows she's trying not to cry, but she's definitely crying, he can tell.

"Look, I don't know what those stupid girls said about you, but they're wrong, okay?" He says.

"They said I'm annoying, ugly and unlikeable." She explains.

"Okay, so they're not wrong." Blitzo shrugs. "But they're missing all the great things about you. You're funny, smart, and a fucking badass!" He says. "They lack all those things. Those idiots are far beneath you, and they know it." He says. "You're Barbie fucking wire! You intimidate, you don't let yourself get intimidated by rat faced pig fucking assholes who can't even see what's in front of them."

Barbie opens the door and gives Blitzo a hug. "Thanks." She says. "Maybe I do need better friends..." She says.

"You do, anyone mentally unstable would be lucky to be your friend." Blitzø says. 

Barbie chuckles. "So long as they don't start vicious rumors about me like they did Kiro. Douglass" She sighs.

"Don't worry, they're not going to be saying shit about you anytime soon." Blitzo says.

"What did you do?" Barbie asks.

"I just happen to stumble onto some non suspicious buckets full of hog blood that happened to be delivered here from wrath by complete accident...and maybe I was carrying said hog blood when it accidentally slipped out of my hands on their sorry bitch faces." He explains.

"You pulled a Carrie?" She asks, excited to see her former friends covered in blood.

"Oh fuck yeah! I always wanted to do that! I didn't set the place on fire though, wanted to make sure you were okay first." He explains.

"How very gentlemanly of you to not burn down the school." Barbie laughs.

"Isn't it?" Blitzo asks. "I'm such a nice guy, don't know why so many people have a problem with me."

~~~Stolas, singing~~~

"Tomorrow will be kinder. I know I've seen it before. A brighter day is coming my way. Yes, tomorrow will be kinder."

~~~Past: age 18~~~

They left the hospital and got in the van.

Neither twin said anything for a few minutes, but Blitzo had such a weight on his shoulders, and Barbie was the only person who could understand, the only one he could talk to...

"I'm sorry, Barb, I-"

"Don't! She's gone, Blitzo. It's just us now, we have to just accept that and move on." Barbie says. "Don't say anything else, the fire was an accident, it wasn't your fault. Because for all I know, you're the only person I can trust now. You're the only good one left...don't tell me it's not true. Because I have no hope left for anyone else."

Blitzo nods. "Okay..."

~~~Stolas~~~

"A brighter day is coming my way. Yes, tomorrow will be kinder." He finishes his song, kissing Blitzø's head.

The little one had fallen asleep in Stolas's arms, regressing to the age of an infant.

Stolas got them out of the playpen and cradled him in his arms. "It's alright, darling. I'm here. I won't let anything bad happen to you." He promised.

~~~Later~~~

Blitzø stayed with Stolas that night, if fact, he didn't leave the owl's side for the rest of the day.

Until...

Blitzø woke up big again, it was morning-ish like 3:00 am...

He got up, grabbed his clothes and went to a spare bedroom to change to avoid waking Stolas.

He can't stay here... he just wanted to go home.

Blitzø did his best not to cry on the drive back to the apartment, but it was all in vain, he barley made it back in one piece...

It didn't matter what they said, he did what he did, he can't change that.

He can only hope that once Barbie gets clean- If she gets clean, she can find it in herself to forgive him... Speaking of...

~~~Fizzarolli~~~

Fizzarolli was fast asleep when he got the call. "Blitzø?" He answers.

"I didn't have enough strength to say it in person, especially at the time...but, I am sorry for how I treated you back then." He says, Blitzø's voice was a little shaky, with a tone Fizz has never heard from him...at least not in a long time. "You deserved a lot better from me. You deserved a lot better from everyone actually. I'm sorry any of it happened."

Fizzarolli sits up. "It's okay, Blitzø. We're good." He says. "Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says. "I'm sorry about earlier too, I didn't mean to freak you out...or wake you up now- fuck..." Blitzø curses. 

"It's okay, you didn't." Fizz lies. "I know how hard this must be for you...but, I'm here if you want to talk about it. Barbie was my friend. I miss her too."

Blitzø doesn't say anything after that, so Fizz continued: "Look, I appreciate the apology. You didn't have to...but-"

"I did have to, okay? I was never worthy of you, and I think I've always known that. You were always so nice to everyone, always kind, you cared way too much about what others wanted or what they needed. Your heart was always too big for anyone-"

"Blitzø-"

"I didn't mean that the way it sounded." Blitzø says. "Maybe I should've written something down- He'd better be worthy of it is all I'm saying." Blitzø explains. Fizz smiles. "He is, believe me. He puts up with too much."

"Good. Don't settle for less than you deserve." He says. "Or at least try to get as close as possible. If he hurts you, I don't mind cutting off his papilla."

"I appreciate the offer, but it won't be necessary." Fizz says. "I know you won't believe it right now, but you are worthy of love too. You're not him, and you're not your mistakes either. It's okay to move on, even though I know it's hard."

Blitzø shakes his head. "Thanks, Fizz..." Blitzø sighs. "It's late, I'll let you get back to sleep-"

"You know, Stolas seems to really care about you!" Fizz says quickly before Blitzø can hang up. "Give him a chance, I promise you're worthy of him."

"Goodnight, Fizz." Blitzø says, hanging up the phone.

"Night..." Fizz sighs. "Fizz?" Ozzie asks, "what was that about?"  "It was Blitzø..."

"Is he okay?" Ozzie asks.

"I hope so..." Fizz says. "He apologized." "He can do that?" Ozzie asks. "Stop it, okay? He's been through a lot." Fizz says. "I was the lucky one, my biggest enemy was Mammon...and before that, Cash." Ozzie tilts his head. "Blitzø's biggest enemy is himself."

~~~Later: Stolas~~~

Stolas woke up the next day by himself, Blitzø must've left early to avoid any awkwardness.

Stolas can understand that, he supposed.

The prince went downstairs and fixed himself some breakfast, the house was so lonely without Blitzø or Via's here.

He hoped he did the right thing for Blitzø last night. He'd feel bad if he made the situation worse...

He wanted to see Blitzø, he wanted to talk to him! They had so much left to discuss...

Yesterday was a lot, so he'd understand if the imp didn't want to talk.

And he wasn't going to, but, he couldn't help himself. He got out his phone to text the Imp:

Stolas: Are you alright?

Blitzy❤️: ya sry abt freakn yall out

Stolas: it's alright. I'm here if you want to talk about it.

Stolas: Maybe we can grab some dinner tonight? Talk through some things?

*Blitzy❤️ is typing*

.... Seen

No reply.

Notes: (Song Stolas sings: Tomorrow Will Be Kinder by  Laura Rogers, Lydia Rogers aka The Secret Sisters)

Oh no! This is the last chapter and it doesn't end all sunshine and rainbows 🌈

Anyway, hope you liked this fic. This is the last chapter for part 1, but please enjoy reading part 2 called: Father knows best which will center around Millie and Moxxie...That one will be very dark, just warning you now.

Or if not, I will also be posting some one-shots of baby Fizz and Blitzø soon because there’s not nearly enough of them in this fic.

(Feel free to suggest stuff, I may not take every request sadly.)

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