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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Pete claims he isn't in love with anyone. Pete’s roommate, Stan, is in love with his childhood best friend. The flowers that litter their lives speak the truth.

[natthewriter]

similarities

[nattheruler]

For the writing prompts thing- #27, with church and tucker?

1) i hope u don’t mind i basically just shoved this into an au2) i haven’t watched rvb in m o n t h s hope my characterization is good lmao,,,,

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

This was a bad plan. A bad, very, very, inconceivably bad plan.

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- prompt list -

Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

[natthewriter]

It’s Okay

A/N: my mom’s pulling some shit and i feel ?? not good so. i make my sweet son suffer, i guess. i live for taako and angus parent/child bonds. listen. i have no excuse.

takes place in some soft au where everything is 100% a-okay after the grand relics everyone is alive and well. 

tags?: vent fic?, implied child abuse, and anxiety

Some time after the Bureau of Balance, after everything had fallen into a soft peace, things looked okay, for Angus.

He was living with people who loved him, who cared for him.

With Magnus, who read to him at night, who undoubtedly gave the best bear hugs, who taught him to carve and crafted him new little trinkets each year, each one of them wonderful and made with love.

With Merle, who, despite their rocky start, could get along and crack jokes, who gave vague, mostly misguided advice.

Even Kravitz was there on the occasion, to sneak him sweets before dinner and talk about mystery novels.

And Taako, of course. Taako, who’s taught him so much, and continues to do so. Who makes him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, who praises him full-heartedly, who guides him and makes him feel safe during anxiety attacks and pangs of paranoia that occasionally threaten to overthrow him. Taako, who’s turned out to be one of the most caring people Angus has ever met.

They’re out shopping now, Angus and Taako, in the next town over, looking for supplies and miscellaneous items.

And all in all, today’s been pretty good, if you asked Angus. They left early in the morning, walking the seven or eight miles on foot. The air was nice, not too warm, not too cold, and the road was sturdy, no mud ate their shoes as they went, no loose gravel went everywhere as they marched. They were in town by early noon, and stopped at a nice bistro for lunch. Taako found something to complain about, but, unsurprisingly to Angus, at this point, charmed the waitress and gave her some advice to give back to the chef.

It was still a little remarkable, for someone so... self-proclaimed ‘selfish.’ Taako was incredibly helpful. It made Angus smile.

They were almost done with their shopping now, late afternoon, early evening. In one of the last shops for the day, a handful of bags on both of their arms (This would of course immediately stop being the case as soon as they left town, levitate would undoubtedly be cast on them. But for now, pushing floating bags of groceries around a crowded village was just a bit of an inconvenience.)

“We should probably start headin’ home soon,” Taako hums as they leave the store with plants hanging from the ceiling, “we’ve got one more stop, but then we can go.”

“Alright!” Angus nods happily, taking a step in front of Taako. It was nice, leading the way but still following someone’s lead.

The last shop was something almost like a convenience store. A few shelves of junk food lined the walls, a few books near the small dwarfish lady at the register. Angus watches as Taako scans over the junk, carefully selecting a few bags of... something.

“What do we need those for, if you don’t mind me asking?” Angus asks, tilting his head. Everything else they had gotten were components for spells or ingredients for dinner. This was... certainly neither of those?

Taako glances back at him, a little grin on his face. “Gotta have some snacks for the road, my dude.” He says, and places them down on the counter. The dwarf behind the counter chuckles a little, and Angus smiles.

Well. That made sense.

As they pack the last of the food into their bags, Angus wishes the lady fair well and the two step out into the street- where Angus immediately bumps into something- someone, and stumbles backwards, into Taako.

“I’m sorry-” Angus squeaks to the man in front of him, finding his feet and standing up a bit straighter. He fixes his glasses and looks up to the man, and his chest feels tight. “I-I’m sorry, sir.” He says on an exhale, like its been punched out of him. He takes a step back, bumping against Taako, who puts his hand on his shoulder.

The man before him stares at him with hard eyes. He grits his teeth as his eyes go from Angus, to Taako, and back to Angus. Angus feels like his lungs are being squeezed by a snake.

“You should look where you’re going.” The man says, his eyes lingering on the boy a bit longer. Angus feels Taako step out in front of him, a scowl plastered on his face.

“Hey pal, I don’t know who-” Taako starts, but he cuts himself off when two hands wrap around his, pulling him back. Angus has his eyes set on the man’s feet.

“I’m sorry, sir.” He says quietly, squeezing Taako’s hand. “I’ll watch where I’m going next time. I’m sorry.”

The man hesitates, before looking somewhat pleased, and nods his head. He leaves them without another word, walking down the street, into the town.

Angus’s hands are shaking.

Taako stares at the man with burning eyes. He looks down at his boy.

“Ango?” He questions, his voice soft. Angus stays quiet. Taako casts levitate on the bags on his arms and frees himself, leaning down to be eye to eye with the younger boy. “Angus? It’s okay, dear, you didn’t do anything wrong. He just-”

Tears were welling up in Angus’s eyes. Taako frowned. Oh boy. Oh no.

“I’m sorry.” Angus says, setting his own groceries on the ground and pushing his glasses up to rub at his eyes. “I’m sorry, sir, I just- h-he’s...” He hiccups and cuts himself off, not entirely sure where to start.

And like that, something clicks. Taako cups the boy’s cheeks and wipes away the falling tears. “Angus, did you know that man?” He asks, straight out. Angus hesitates, but nods, just slightly.

“That was- th-that... he was my father...” Angus mumbles, eyes downcast, refusing to meet Taako’s. A sort of fire lit in Taako’s chest.

“Oh.” Taako says, dumbly. He frowns, glancing once more in the direction of the man. He moves a hand to Angus’s forearm, giving him a squeeze. He hesitates before speaking, chewing on his cheek. “It’s okay, Angus.” He whispers, and a fresh set of tears wash over the boy.

“I’m sorry.” Angus chokes, sniffling over his words. “I don’t- I-I didn’t expect to see him here? Why would he be here?” 

With little thought, Taako spells the rest of the bags into the air, and scoops Angus up into his arms. Without hesitation, Angus has his arms around him, burying his face against Taako’s neck. “It’s alright, little man, let’s get goin’.” He whispers, and Angus merely nods his head, sniffling weakly.

The two begin the walk home in silence, Taako guiding the bags effortlessly as he comforted the boy who was akin to a son to him, rubbing gentle circles on his back, humming quietly.

After the first mile or so, Angus let out a long sigh.

“I’d like to get down now, please.” He says quietly, and Taako stops, allowing the boy to the ground. Angus sighs, shakes himself out. He grabs a careful handful of Taako’s jacket, and sets the pace as they begin to walk.

“Ango.” Taako says, catching his attention.

“Yes?” He responds, glancing up at the other, a nervous look in his eyes.

“I don’t-... hm...” Taako starts, clasping his hands together. “I don’t know much about your past. I can’t fault you on that, nor would I ever consider it, I don’t know much of your past and you don’t know much of mine.” He drums his fingers against one hand. Chews over his words. Angus cocks his head. “And that being said... I don’t. really think either of our pasts matter too much? You know?”

Angus gives him a little smile, although it’s just a bit confused. “I suppose so?”

“No, like,” Taako waves his hands around. “I think, what really matters, is. like, right now, yeah?” He says, and it sounds like a question. “The goofs and fuckups of our past are... in the past. The people who hurt us are behind us. They don’t remember us and who we are. We’re gone to them, and we don’t exist.” He takes a breath to steady himself, he’s talking with his hands. He wraps an arm around Angus’s shoulder, pulling him tight. “We’re here now, and, like, no matter what bullshit we have behind us, we’ve got our people, yeah? We’ve got our place to go home to.”

Angus smiles, more genuine now. “Right.” He nods, gratefully. “Yeah, I get it.” 

“Good, good.” Taako nods, rubbing at his arm. “Hey, want some chips and junk?” He asks, now clearly trying to direct the conversation away from emotions. Those were never really his strong suit.

“Yeah, that’d be nice!” Angus chirps, playing along. They could talk about the ins and outs of the past later. For now, all they needed to focus on was the road ahead, to the people who love them.

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Nerds

A/N: based on actual things that my household fucking wishes would happen. alternatively, what is the point of this? idk.

tres horny boys modern/real world au?? 

The restaurant had decent food. They could all accept that. It was their favorite restaurant. And yeah, maybe there was a few other reasons that this was the restaurant they kept coming back to, but whatever.

They were finishing up their meal now, each eyeing each other wearily. It had already been decided that Merle would be paying tonight, as Taako and Magnus had both taken the check their past two visits. 

With one last forkful of food shoveled into his mouth, Merle sat back and reached into his pocket for his wallet. The other two sat up a little straighter. Merle sighed. Magnus fished a dollar out of his pocket.

“Make change.” He requested.

“Yeah, yeah, I know the drill.” He huffed, taking the buck and standing up. “Taako?”

“Workin’ on it.” Taako said, and he nabbed two one dollar bills from his bag. He handed them over to Merle. The older man snickered, but took the money, and headed over to the register.

“Eight tries?” Magnus asked, side-eyeing his friend.

“It’s worth a fuckin’ shot, okay?” Taako snapped back, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in the chair. Magnus huffed a laugh and Taako kicked at his shins under the table.

Merle returned to the table four minutes later, with a hand full of quarters. Magnus and Taako stood, both crowding him quickly.

“Here ya go.” Merle said as he distributed the quarters, four for Magnus, eight for Taako, four for himself. He pulled two more out of his shorts pocket and added them to his own pile.

“Let’s fuckin’ do this.” Taako mumbled, and the other two nodded, and they began their walk towards the door. And stopped a few feet away at the gumball machine.

“Okay, who’s going first?” Magnus asked.

“Me!” And with that Merle shoved his way in front and plopped the first quarter into the machine. Two white, a blue, a purple, one green, and one yellow. He stared at them intensely, but returned his attention to the others.

Magnus hesitated, exchanging a look with Taako, who grinned slyly. “I’ll... go next, I guess?” He shrugged, and stepped up to the machine. Two orange, a yellow, a red.

They turned their attention to Taako. He was grinning. 

“Watch and learn, my guys.” He said, shoeing the others away. He placed his quarters into the slot, and turned the crank. Two green, three white, one purple, a blue, a pink.

“Why do you guys always do this.” The guy at the register sighed, causing a little laugh from Magnus and a borderline scowl from Taako.

“Because, Leon, there’s fucking gumballs in this machine with Nerds in them. And do you know how many we’ve gotten after eating here for what could probably added up to a month, my dude? Do you know how many? None. Fucking zip, we know other people have gotten them, we saw that little girl get one, it’s our fuckin’ turn to get a goddamn Nerds gumball.” Taako replied, his hands full of gumballs and his eyes bordering on unkempt fury over these fucking gumballs. 

“You- yo- you guys care way too deeply about the candy machine.” Leon sighed, holding his head in his hands.

“He’s a little obsessed with the things, yeah.” Merle grinned, earning another scowl from the slender man.

“I hate them and I want them to be mine.” Taako announced, scrunching his face up.

“Let’s get this over with.” Leon mumbled.

“I’ll go first, since I’ve got the least.” Magnus said, inspecting his first gumball. He shook it. “Empty.” He announced. This process continued three more times, each earning the same response. “Empty.”

Merle and Taako groaned. Magnus popped a gumball into his mouth.

“I guess I’ll go next, since we’re goin’ in order.” Merle announced, and the same procedure went about six more goddamn futile times. With a sigh, Merle put the purple gumball in his mouth. 

“Let’s do this.” Taako said, eyeing his friends intensely. They nodded.

The two green... “Empty.”

Three white... “Empty.”

Pink... “Empty.”

Blue... “Fucking empty.”

And lastly, the purple... “Emp-ty- wait...”

Magnus and Merle perk up.

“No way.” Magnus whispered.

“Holy shit.” Taako said, his eyes wide. He shook the gumball.

It rattled. “Holy shit!” He shouted, almost jumping towards them, bumping his shoulders with Magnus. “Holy fuck!”

“Please stop making a scene.” Leon had his hands in his face.

“You did it!” Magnus laughed, and Merle was all but cackling.

“Fuck yeah!” Taako yelled, and Leon put his head down on the counter.

“Please leave.” He said.

“Finally! It only took two fuckin’ years, oh my god. Leon, look at this shit,” he strolled over to the man at the counter, shaking the purple gumball. “Fuckin’ Nerds, my guy, I told you, they were in there.”

“Please go home.” Leon replied, head still on counter.

Taako continued to rant, happily and excitedly yelling about the fucking gumball, with Merle joining in. Eventually, Magnus took pity on Leon and decided it was time to herd Taako and Merle out the door, and they both left without resistance, but continued their yelling out into the parking lot and all the way home.

Fucking Nerds gumballs.

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WIP – Disguise Self

A/N: ive only listened up to ep56 but i had an urge to write insecure taako SO here we are. badly paced bc im running on four some hours of sleep UPDATED A/N: hey yeah griffin. what the fuck. anyways i’m keeping it in whatever this soft universe is bc soft and safe. still a wip.

taakitz, insecurities, concerned dead bf 

 Wonderland took... a lot. From everyone. It wasn't something that Taako preferred to think about. But sometimes, early in the mornings, standing before the mirror in the bathroom, hands carefully skimming over skin now looser than it once was, touching thinned lips and gazing back at the darkened eyes accompanied by heavy bags... he couldn't help but think of what they'd lost.

Of course the others lost as well. Important things, things they could never get back.

 But his beauty was a part of him, a part he clung to to hide himself away while simultaneously placing himself at the center of attention. Of being hidden and seen all at once. And sure, he could regain his image with magic, keep his beauty and looks at the cost of a level one spell slot per fucking hour, but whatever. He could deal, he was a powerful wizard, or whatever. But it was still tiring.

He woke up late this morning. It was fine, not like he had any plans anyways. But maybe that was a part of the problem. Nothing to do but stand at the bathroom counter, eyeing over all of your flaws. Great. Perfect. His stomach felt sick. His eyes looked wrong, his nose looked crooked. His face felt greasy and wrong, his hair was thinner than it once was. 

Ugh.

There’s a rattle at the doorknob and all of a sudden, Kravitz's beautiful face is seen in the mirror, behind Taako. The elf swears and ducks his head down, quickly muttering “Disguise Self” before popping his head back up and spinning around to face his lovely partner. The other looks... off-put.,

“Jesus, doll, ever heard of knocking?” Taako asks, giving the tiniest of smiles.

“Taako.” He says quietly, his face unreadable. “I... sorry. I apologize.” He mumbles and Taako raises an eyebrow.

“Somethin’ wrong, stud?” He hums, giving a fake smile, leaning back against the bathroom counter. 

“I feel as though I could ask the same to you.” Kravitz replies, and Taako falters, just slightly. Observant little fucker, his boyfriend was.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Taako shrugs, his eyes going down to the floor.

“Taako...” Kravitz frowns. It doesn’t suit him at all. Sure, the guy’s honestly death, but know that Taako’s had the opportunity to see him smile, he’d much rather only be seeing that from now on. He steps forward, and Taako’s gaze snaps up to him. “Did you cast a spell, just now?” 

“Don’t be silly,” Taako laughs, waving his hand dismissively, “why would I need to be castin’ spells right now?” 

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wip

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this is bad and i hate this

[nsfw]

[michael/pete or tall goth/red goth]

[a/b/o, daddy kink, knotting, dirty talk]

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“I’ve missed you” kiss - Chucker

This could be considered part of the AU i’m working on, except it’s really. not. so instead it’s just warped into some happy shared home au bullshit with Tucker, Church, and Caboose all living together also hey no one’s dead. how great. i love it. okay. chucker + a lil bit of churboose i guess hhah a

When Church left for business trips, hell would break loose. Sleep schedules got fucked up, clothes weren’t washed, things weren’t cleaned. Church realized this the second time he left Tucker and Caboose alone while he went out of state with Carolina, and came back to a mess. Really, he was just glad they were both still fed, although seeing as his cooking skills were shit and Tucker was usually the one to do the cooking anyways, this also didn’t surprise him. Caboose was in his PJ’s, while Tucker lay out on the floor in a tank top and booty shorts. Dishes were piled up in the sink, clothes were thrown carelessly at the laundry room, and everything was basically covered in dog hair. Since then, Church had learned to make sure there was at least one adult going and checking up on them every few days he was gone.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Eddsworld - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Paul/Patryk, Paultryk - Relationship Characters: Paul (Eddsworld), Patryk (Eddsworld), Tord (Eddsworld) Additional Tags: Baby Tord, First Day of School, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Crying Series: Part 1 of The Increasingly Difficult Upbringing of Tord Summary:

It’s Tord’s first day of school, and everything is stressful.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: South Park Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete (South Park: Raisins)/Craig Tucker Characters: Pete (South Park: Raisins), Craig Tucker Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha Craig, Omega Pete, Nesting, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic, Aged-Up Character(s), Living Together, Anxiety Summary:

Pete’s hiding, and Craig needs to comfort his Omega.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Otayuri Christmas fic!

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Wedding Day

“Pete, Pete I need help.”

Millie’s voice cut through the dressing room, calling Pete out of his self inflicted trance. He’s by her side in seconds, trying to mask the panic bubbling inside him. “What’s wrong?” He asks, his hand resting on the small of her back.

She’s standing in front of the mirror, running her hands over the intricate design of her wedding dress. “I just–”

She sounds like she’s about to cry. Oh jeez.

“Everythin’s so perfect, Petey.” She whispers. “My dress, my makeup… I’m about to cry and fuck it up, do something.”

Well, that was a relief.

“Uhm,” Pete hesitates, only briefly. Millie stares him down through the mirror. “I have hairy nipples.” It sounds more like a question than a statement, but judging by the grin breaking out over Millie’s face, it does the trick.

“Really?” She asks, raising an eyebrow. Pete snickers.

“No, but it worked, didn’t it?”

Millie huffs a laugh, nodding her head just a bit. “Yeah. Thank you.” She chuckles.

Pete smiles. It’s sincere, a rarity. “You look really beautiful, Mill.” He whispers. Millie squeaks, shoulders tensing as she turns to him. Pete’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “What?”

She smacks his shoulder, trying to give him her most intimidating look. It falls short. “Don’t say things like that!” She scolds. “I’ll start crying! And then it’ll be on YOUR hands, not mine!”

Pete shakes his head, grin firmly in place. “Sorry, sorry, I won’t compliment you at your next wedding.“ She hits him again. Light on the shoulder. “I’m kidding! You and Scott are going to be together until the end of times.”

“You bet your ass we are.” She leans into his space and pinches his cheek, puffing out her bottom lip and pouting. “We’re like, couple of the century, bitches!”

Pete swats at her hand, his brows furrowing. “Hey, hey, you’re not the only one wearing makeup, you know.”

Millie breaks into a grin, pulling away from her best friend. “Punishment for being a nerd.” She says, turning back to the mirror.

He sighs, taking a step back. The bride to be was a handful, but she was their handful, and nobody would deny her that.

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morning kisses; gentle and lazy, humming in contentment, limbs still tangled together, hands wandering over soft exposed skin.

Jon was awake. Why? He didn’t know. But something was pulling him from his slumber, something soft, and gentle.

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comfort

max was out of the house. zion was passed out in their room.

It was time for emotions to run rampant. To zip around and dig needles into the carefully woven threading of the bunker. Of the two who stayed awake and home, curled up in their room with only the other to listen.

it had been a taxing few days. with zion’s new mortality being figured out, finding out what they do and do not know, pushing themself to the limit until their small, frail body gave out, weak from lack of sleep and malnutrition. the fight had died down. all that was left was to pick up the pieces and put everything back together.

amir was having a hard time with this.

he was curled up in the arm chair in the corner of the room, knees pulled up to his chest, refusing to move from his place as his breathing took turns going from calm and steady to heaving gasps. jon sat at the end of the bed, watching his love, unable to be of any use. tail between his legs, ears flat.

when amir’s breathing began to chill and settle, jon cleared his throat.

“one day,” he start’s, keeping his eyes to the floor, “one day, when this is all over, i’m going to build us a house.” he says it like it’s fact. amir raises his head.

“one day, all four of us. we’re all going to live on a house on a hill, and you’ll be able to have a garden again. and we can help zion, and they’ll get to live a life as close to normal as they want it to be. and max can work in the bar in the town nearby, and, and we can be happy again.”

amir let’s out a little sigh through his nose. jon threads his hands together.

“we can start over. we can get married, you and me. in the spring. an outside wedding. there’ll be flowers and vines and sunlight flowing over us. max will complain that we’re trying to kill her.”

he can hear the smile on amir’s breath. he knows it’s there. he doesn’t dare to look.

“we’ll get a cat. it’ll be your’s but zion will love him and he’ll love zion. and they’ll spend hours laying in the sunroom together. and i’ll complain that cats aren’t my thing, and you’ll tell me to ‘shush,’ and i will, because i know how happy the cat will make you.”

there’s a creak and jon looks up. amir is standing, walking over to the bed. he sits. he looks to jon expectedly. jon keeps going.

“maybe… maybe one day we-, we’ll…” he stutters, his face growing warm. “maybe one day we’ll start a family. and then it will be you, and me, and our little boy or girl or non binary child and we’ll love them more than any child has ever been loved, because that’s what they’ll deserve. and they’ll be so, so loved.” there’s tears forming in his eyes and he glares down at his lap. amir covers his hands with his own. “and they’ll be loved, because they have us. and your mother and sister. and my family. and they’ll all love them. and they’ll have their aunt max, and zion, and a cat who love them” tears begin to roll down his cheeks. amir scoots closer. jon pulls one of his hands away to rub at his eyes.

“i love you so much.” amir whispers, gazing at his partner with soft, understanding eyes.

“i’m sorry.” jon whispers back. his voice cracks. amir pulls him close and he hides his face against amir’s shoulder. “i’m so sorry, i love you, too. i talk too much.”

“i don’t mind you rambling, you know that.” amir hushes him, nuzzling his nose against jon’s ear. “i love hearing about our future you’ve got planned for us.”

“i’m sorry.” jon curls around tightly. “you’re so important, i want to give you everything.”

“i don’t need everything, jon.” amir presses a kiss to jon’s ear, and carefully tries to pull him further onto the bed. they lean back, into the pillows. “right now, i just need you, and max, and zion. you’re what i need.”

“but i /left./” there’s a choked sob. amir’s chest tighter. “i don’t deserve the kindness you give me, you should’ve kicked my ass and gotten rid of me on sight.”

“i love you.” amir repeated. the fabric of his shirt felt damp. “you are important to me, you did that to protect me and max, and i don’t hate you for trying to keep us safe. i love you”

“i love you, too!” he was sobbing. tears were rolling down amir’s face, too. gently, he threaded his fingers through jon’s tangled hair, pulling him away from the crook of his neck. he pressed a kiss to jon’s lips, and the werewolf’s mouth fell open in another cry. “i love you.”

“i love you.”

“i love you.”

everything was too tightly wound. too many emotions, too many problems, too many events. it was tiring.

“let’s go to sleep before we end up like zion.” amir said, holding his boyfriend’s head in his hands. jon nodded, rubbing at his eyes.

the two were undressed and ready to fall into bed within minutes. they crawled into the makeshift of a queen, two twins shoved together and fixed with pillows. they curled together, tightly woven. knotted together. unable to become undone even if they tried.

“i’ll make zion breakfast.” jon mumbled, pressing a kiss to amir’s hand. “we don’t have much, but it’s enough for the three of us.”

“we’ll stop into town in a few days.” amir muttered back, tiredly nuzzling jon’s shoulder. “i love you, jon.”

“i love you, amir.”

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- Anxiety, depression, talk of suicide, all that jaz. - mentions of previous Tweek/Craig and Mike/Pete - Tweek/Pete

“I love you.”

His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. Tweek rolled over to face him. Pete was pulled away, curled up into a little ball of his own trademarked Sadness and Gloom.

“I love you, too?” Tweek whispered back, raising an eyebrow as he stared at his boyfriend. Pete curled in on himself further.

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