#sally writes

[sailorsally]

i went insane and wrote Teddy a poem from Jonathan's POV 🤪

[sallychaosaura]

Uhhh dumb little angsty/bittersweet drabble I wrote for @infini-tree Captain Underpants Lab Comix Inc AU. Specifically about their Future Melvin in the au. It's probably not very good but I wanted to write it anyway.

"So... It's done then?" Melvin glanced over to the young boy asking the question. Harold Hutchins, age ten and Melvin's childhood friend. He let out a shakey, relieved breath, smiling softly, "Yes, Harold. It's done. The future will hopefully be a much, much better place now."

"Awesome!!" The boy cheered, unruly blonde curls bouncing as he jumped in place, pumping his fisted hand up in the air. He turned to Melvin's younger self, eyes full of joy, "We did it, Melv! We saved the future!"

The younger ginger grinned in pride, "As if we were ever going to fail. Two Melvins plus the greatest, most imaginative kid in world? Why, I'd say the probability levels were more than stacked in our favor, Harold."

Melvin watched the two boys with tired fondness as they congratulated themselves. It took him back to that happier time. When he and his Harold wrote and drew stories about a superhero wearing under. When he played games over at his best friend's house on weekends after five days of pure boring agony that was school. To when he first met a sweet, timid boy in kindergarten with the worst haircut that Melvin swore he'd ever seen in his life. Oh, Harold. His best friend, his light, his solace in the restrictive environment he was forced into. He had missed him. He had missed this so much.

But even as the warmth in his chest rose at the scene in front of him; he could already feel the heaviness set in. A slowly growing ache in his legs, climbing up his body. His time was running out. It was time to say goodbye, "I'm so proud of you, Harold."

"Thanks! We couldn't of done it without... you...?" Harold's cheerful tone trailed off as he turned to look at the adult version of his best friend. The other was trembling, his natural looking tired and wet, like someone who was woken up to early, "Melvin? What's wrong?"

The younger Melvin paused as well, looking at the in concern, "Are you alright? You look more tired than Krupp did after we hid all his school coffee supplies in the most inconvenient places and it took him a week and three days to find it all."

The elder ginger let out a snort at that, "Heh. Classic. Remember how mad he got? We had detention for almost a month for that one."

"Yeah!" Harold giggled a little, happy he got the older version of his friend to smile a bit. He was always so sweet like that. Constantly trying to find ways to help Melvin enjoy jokes despite his condition. It was something Melvin always appreciated... Which, he suppose, made it hurt even more when he lost it.

The aching numbness was spreading up to his waist now. He needed to hurry this up if he was going to say goodbye properly this time. Taking a deep breath, Melvin forced himself to admit the truth, "I... I have to say goodbye now."

The two children blinked for a moment, looking confused by the statement. Harold frowned, "Oh... Oh, right, uh... Guess that makes sense. You probably have to get back to the future, huh?"

Melvin bit his lip, "Not... Not quite."

"Huh? Are you staying here longer?" Harold's brow furrowed, trying to figure out what the adult meant. The younger redhead however face suddenly pinch as a realization hit him, "You... can't go back to the future, or rather... the future you came from. It doesn't exist anymore."

Melvin gave a bittersweet smile, "No. It doesn't."

"Then... Then what does that mean?" Harold asked with those concerned doe-eyes of his that always held so much emotion, "Where are you going?"

Forcing his numbed legs forward, Melvin shakily walked over to Harold before kneeling in front of him to be at his eye level. Slowly, Melvin placed his aching flesh hand on Harold shoulder, "Harold... When we changed the future, we erased the one I was from. In doing that, we... We erased anyone from it too."

"Including you," the younger Melvin finished, eyes wide in horror and pain, "You... You're being erased."

"WHAT?!" The blonde boy shouted in fear, "No! Nonono!! H-hang on! W-we can fix it! We can-"

"No," Melvin interjected firmly, "You can't. This was always going to happen. I knew it when I chose to this. I'm sorry, Harold, but this is for the best."

"But you're dying!" The child cried in anguish that twisted Melvin's heart, "Melvin, you're dying! I don't want you to-"

The words were cut off with a hug. Melvin rarely touched, let alone hugged other, but Harold had always been the main exception. It felt nice to hug him again. Just this one last time.

"I know. It's okay, Harold. I'll..." He wouldn't be okay, he couldn't say that. He swallowed thickly as the aching slowly climbed his neck, "I won't really be gone, will I?"

He looked over at his younger self, smiling at the boy, "A part of me will be in you, right, kid?"

There was something odd about seeing the child version of himself tremble with tears. Melvin had always tried to keep his more vulnerable emotion at bay as a child. He hated crying after all, especially if Harold already was. He always felt the need to be stronger for the more timid boy. Weakly, Melvin held his metal prosthetic out to the child, inviting him to join the hug.

It honestly surprised him how quickly the other immediately joined, practically diving in to hug both himself and Harold tightly, "I don't- I don't want you to go either! Y-you're so cool and smart and-"

"You're going to be even better," Melvin insist firmly. He held both children as tightly as his fading body would let him, "You're both going to so much better than I could've ever hoped to be. You're going to be great."

"Do you promise, Melvin?" Harold's whimper voice asked. When did it start to sound so far away? He thinks he nods. It's hard to tell. He can't feel his body, "I promise."

"I love you, Melvin."

"I love you too, Harold," he means it more than he's ever meant anything ever before and ever will.

...

"So," a grumpy half cyborg version of himself asks Melvin in the white void of un-existence, "how did you get erased from your timeline?"

Melvin smiles happily, "I was hugging my best friend."

The cyborg makes a face, "No, you rusted bolt, I mean what happened to make you get erased?"

"I don't care!" He truly doesn't, "I was hugging my best friend!"

[sallyjavery]

Chapter 21: Strategy Space

“No,” she said again, softly, the word escaping in a puff of frosted air that shone silver in the deepening twilight. Harry shifted at her side, and when Hermione looked at him he turned his eyes from where Neville stood, flanked by Ron and Pansy, to meet her gaze. She could see her own disbelief reflected back at her, but beneath it something else: a grim certainty of purpose that she had not seen on his face in over a decade.

It was the truth of loving him, Hermione knew, to live with the fact that Harry was the person who would always run towards rather than away, would throw himself in front of curses and lay down his wand and walk straight into the flames. She hoped he could see it in her face as she squeezed his hand, that this was what she chose - that he, Harry, was what she chose - even knowing just how easily he could break her heart. Even knowing what he was about to do, and knowing that she would love him for it all the more.

Harry swallowed, hard, then nodded. For a moment he squeezed Hermione’s fingers tightly between his, and then he dropped her hand, and stepped forward.

FFN / AO3

[theangrypomeranian]

okay so the next part of the Judy is infertile verse is already 15 pages long over 5000 words and i’m still not done wtf 

[sailorsally]

sorry to inform y'all but I wrote another destiel poem in 2025 what's new

[sailorsally]

an ode to destiel reunion, inspired by this post

[sailorsally]

a poem about what Helly'd say to Mark Scout

[sailorsally]