#tiny writes

[ateenytinytot]

That Leaves You

pairing: Jake Lockley x afab!Reader

summary: You just had an IUD inserted and the man you least expected is the one comforting you.

warnings: hurt and comfort, mentions of pain after an IUD insertion, vague mentions of the moon boy's childhood

word count: 1.5k

notes: This was originally based on a Reedsy prompt (as well as self-indulgence after getting an IUD) and it kind of just took on a mind of its own. Written in less than a day and barely edited, sorry for the quality ahead of time.

Available to read on AO3

Limping out of your procedure, you anticipated Steven's gentle and caring face to greet you in the front lobby. You smiled at the thought of him holding some chocolates and a little balloon that read "I U Did it!" If not Steven, then it would be Marc with his signature frown, this time scrunched with worry for your well-being. He'd place an arm around your waist and whisper to you about a nice heating pad and some takeout from your favorite restaurant.

Never in your wildest days did you expect the cabbie.

Jake leaned on a column, scratching an itch under his flat cap as you both locked eyes. His sly smile dug under your skin, rooting you in place, daring you to question his presence. You were about to do just that when another jolt of pain shot through your abdomen, doubling you over. The smile dropped, and he rushed to your side.

"I don't need help," you gasped, thighs clenching tightly as you rode out the cramps.

"Yeah, sure. Uh-huh." He lifted your arm and encircled it around his shoulders while holding firmly onto your waist. "I'm not letting you drag yourself to the car like this." The short walk out of the hospital stretched on for an eternity. Each baby step brought with it a new wave of cramps that left you a whimpering mess. Through the pain, you swore you felt him rubbing soothing circles into your side.

"Is it supposed to hurt this much? Or is there a doctor I need to talk to?" he asked with a flat tone.

You gulped, dreading the thought of Jake giving your gynecologist one his "talks", and quickly responded, "It's supposed to hurt. Thank god for pain meds, or you'd be carrying me out of here."

Waiting outside at the curb was his freshly washed white limo. If Jake knew how to do one thing, it was arrive in style. He opened the back passenger door and guided you to the seat, taking extra care while buckling you in, like you were made of porcelain.

"What are you doing here?" you asked as he hopped behind the wheel. The gaping space between you both only punctuated the surrealness of talking to him after months of radio silence.

"Steven told me you might not want to take the subway back home. Now I see why," he explained, while buckling in and eyeing you through the rear view mirror. "Since he can't drive, and I don't trust Marc with my baby—"

"—That leaves you."

He nodded slowly. "That leaves me."

That was the perfect time to say thank you, tell him how considerate he was. A small part of you wished this was the opportunity to tell him he was a good third boyfriend. Instead you elected to stare out of the window as the limo's engine purred to life.

"I got you some snacks." He gestured to a console next to you. Shocked, you popped it open to reveal a large assortment of chocolates, crisps, and… were those home grown American Cheetos? "If there's something else you want, we can stop by a store on the way back." You eyed him carefully. Food was forbidden in the limo. He was either oblivious to your suspicions or completely ignored them. Knowing him, it was the latter, making you all the more curious.

You ripped open a caramel Cadbury bar and sunk your teeth into the gooey treat. It didn't dull the pain in your stomach, but the sweetness melting on your tongue brought a relieving reminder that it might be the last you feel for years to come. When remembering who bought you the chocolate, your face stung with the threat of tears and your words left you before you could suck them back in. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"What, you think I don't care about you?" he chuckled, taking his gaze off the road for a beat to look at you through the mirror. "You wound me, cariño."

And you had. Through the mirth, a deep rejection brimmed in his tone and his eyes. But you trudged on, determined to speak your truth.

"I just thought, after what happened, you didn't want anything to do with me." An errant tear slid down your cheek and splashed onto the plastic wrapper.

After ample warning from Steven and Marc about their third headmate, you met Jake for the first time in the dead of night. You caught him climbing through the window after a mission with the mischievous grin of a teenage boy sneaking home from a house party. You offered him a warm hello and a cup of coffee. His sharp eyes held your gaze, and with a toothy grin he said, "How could I ever say no to a belleza like you?" As you prepared the espresso machine, he buttered you up with more cutesy nicknames, and you knew right then and there your heart was his to do as he pleased.

Many nights played out the same. It was a calming routine to sit on the kitchen counter as the coffee brewed, and the two of you chatted about happenings around the city. Banter led to flirting. Flirting led to confiding in each other with hushed tones meant only for the darkness. You told him how you worried about Marc, and he in kind imparted a few morsels about a childhood you'd never wish upon your worst enemy.

It all led up to that fated night. You started feeling gluttonous. Coffee and conversation wasn't enough. Steven's remarks of being a "package deal" ran through your head. From your seat on the counter, you reached out and cupped Jake's cheek, wanting to pull him closer and make your intentions clear. What happened after flashed by so quickly you barely registered the pain of his vice-like grip on your wrist or his frantic glare.

"Don't do that," he hissed through a forced smile. There was no time to reply before he melted into the softer features of Steven. And that was it. No more late night rendezvous, no more Spanish pet names. No more Jake. You would stay up until the witching hour to catch a glimpse of him. But somehow he always managed to wait until your heavy-lidded eyes and drooping head gave in to sleep. You'd wake up the next morning next to Marc, bittersweet to see his face but no traces of that sly smirk you'd come to love.

Seeing him for the first time after months of lonely nights uncorked a despair deep within you, and you couldn't hold back your sobs. You heard his seat buckle unclasp and the car door opening once more. A second later, he was sitting next to you in the back. He grasped your free hand in his, and fixed you with vulnerable stare so unfamiliar to you.

"I'm sorry. I've just missed you so much," you cried between hiccups and sniffles.

"Don't be sorry. What happened that night? You didn't do anything wrong," he muttered while shaking his head. You both focused on how he traced circles over your palm with his thumb. It took a long tentative moment for him to say any more. "I shouldn't have left you in the dark all this time."

"I just want to know why."

"It's not that I don't want it, don't want you touchin' me like that. It's just—" his jaw muscles clenched, like they couldn't figure out the right words. He didn't need to, because he'd already explained all those months ago. That the last time a woman had brought her hand to his face, it wasn't an act of love.

You gently squeezed his fingers in understanding. "You take the lead next time."

He studied your soft smile for a beat before sighing. "Quierda." He pressed his lips to the pulse point of your wrist before settling your hand under his jaw. "No merezco un amor como el tuyo."

You sat in a content silence, enjoying the warmth of his freshly shaved skin. As much as you wanted to add your other hand, to cup his face fully and slowly pull him in for a kiss, you knew better now. It could be years before he ever reached that level of comfort. You didn't care.

You got your Jake back.

A fresh assault on your abdomen ripped a gasp from you. You squeezed your eyes shut, pushing out a new stream of tears.

"Aye, mierda. Don't you go keelin' over on me, cariño." He kissed your wrist once more before rushing back into the driver seat. "Marc might just throw us off a building if I don't bring you home in one piece."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," you muttered between gritted teeth. The pain urged your body into the horizontal position. But you refused to rest your shoes on the polished leather seats, no matter how awkwardly it left you twisted. That was another big no-no with Jake's cars.

"Go on, put your feet up." His voice lazily floated back to you.

"You sure?"

You eyes met in the mirror and he flashed you the smirk that you missed so dearly. "How could I ever say no to a belleza like you?"

Spanish Translation:

No merezco un amor como el tuyo. — I don't deserve love like yours.

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[tinyboobsbignipples]

Hcs for Ellie dating someone with small boobs

N/A (Ignore if you want LMFAO): I think everyone is on board that Ellie is a boob girl, and I totally agree, but whenever I see a post about it, the writer never exactly clarifies what size they are giving the reader, but it is almost always obvious that it is targeted toward girls with a bigger chest. Some writers will even put something like ‘Ellie loves all sizes’ but will continue to only write details for bigger boobs. Which is totally fine. If big boobs are all you know how to write, then continue to do so. I still read them, and I enjoy doing so but sometimes it just feels a little invalidating..? I would also like to say that this isn't targeted at anyone, and this isn't meant to hate or call anyone out this is just something I've noticed as someone with a smaller chest.

Anyway, this is for the girls whose boobs don’t exactly drop or fall when they take their bra off.

WC: 900+

CW: Talks of NSFW at the bottom (separated from the rest of my hcs), I guess thats it?, established relationship.

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Loves when you wear oversized shirts. Small boobs + oversized shirt = more room for Ellie's head to sneak her way into your shirt and listen to your heart beat. For the longest time, she would swear that this was the only way she could fall asleep but then summer came and it got too hot to do that anymore :( 

Got right back to it though when the weather started cooling down 

Ellie loves kissing the tops of your boobs when you wear a low cut shirt. If you don't wear low cut shirts often, she will give extra kisses in hopes that it will show how much she loves you and your body. If you wear them often, then you’ll be getting chest kisses just as much. 

You often tap her nose and say "Boop,” so one day when your nipples were poking through your shirt, she tapped one of them and said “Boop.” You both stared at each other in confusion until you broke and started giggling. You did the same thing to her because her nipples were also poking through her shirt

Loves hugging you. Because both of your guys boobs are small, you guys can get really really close to each other during hugs. Like nose touching close, every limb of your body is touching her, and if your noses weren't in the way, your guys would be able to give each other butterfly kisses. (When you flutter your eyelashes against someone else, in this case, ellies eyelashes.) 

Hugs every day, all day. She's so clingy, she needs to be touching you in some way or “she will die.” (her words) 

If you’re feeling really insecure about the size of your boobs, Ellie will try her best to comfort you. Shes a bit awkward and will often bring up how she has small boobs too and doesnt feel bad about them and sometimes that just makes you feel worse but it's the thought that counts. :’)

If you’re the type to wear tiny tops because your chest allows you to do so, Ellie would just have total heart eyes. She thinks you're so perfect and loves taking you out because she knows you’ll get all dressed up for her. 

Nsfw: 

On the topic of tiny tops (if you wear them), Ellie likes them because of easy access. It's so easy to just drag the fabric down or up, and bam, your chest is right there on display for her. 

The first time Ellie saw you without your top on, her pupils would just expand. She would kiss all over your boobs. Below, on top, right on, everywhere. She's so in love its embarrassing :')

On the rare occasion that you guys are away from each other, she’ll ask for a picture because “she needs to see them,” and you’ll make a joke something along the lines of ‘there's nothing to see’ and she will get so pouty because she's so needy, and you think this is an appropriate time to make jokes. 

You're sitting on Ellie's lap and riding her strap, you guys are face to face. If Ellie's hands are bigger than your chest, then I would imagine she would have her hands on your upper back or your side, right next to where your boobs are, because she likes to watch how they bounce. Even if it's not a lot, she still gets mesmerized. 

Ellie's phone background is a photo of you, holding the camera completely topless with Ellie behind you. Her head rests on your shoulder, and each of her hands is covering your boobs, acting like a bra. 

If you don't wear bras: Before you and Ellie were dating and you guys were just friends, she would try so hard not to stare. She would try focus so so hard on something else, but it was so difficult for her to look away when your nipples were just right there. Later, when she got home, she would touch herself because she practically already knew what your boobs looked like, and Ellie has a very active imagination.

Loves playing with your nipples. Before, during, after sex loves playing with them and loves hearing the little reactions you give her

Pinches your nipples during sex and can get pretty rough with it too 

After sex, when you two are just lying in bed, she will lay her head on your shoulder, put her palm over one of your boobs and just keep it there

Ellie loves sucking on your chest and your nipples. When it leaves a mark its just an added bonus.

She thinks its so hot when its just the two of you home alone and you're walking around in just a tank top proudly showing off the hickeys she gave you last night (and this morning)

[tiny-increments]

Keeping it together (is a fine, fine line)

Summary: Matthew Murdock is (predictably) terrible at taking a vacation.

Read on Ao3

[tinymcfalconpunch]

Hi yes i would like to direct your attention to Eadwulf and Caduceus having some healthy bonding post-adventure. They talk about their gods and how that shapes their relationships with death and their outlook on life and slowly they start to heal from their ordeals.

Eadwulf likes Caduceus. He's a good listener. More and more Eadwulf feels comfortable opening up to him about the horrors of his life. Caduceus knows when to call him out on his bullshit and when to let Eadwulf pad his mind with white lies to soften the blow of what he's working through, and he always has a cup of Eadwulf's favorite tea ready and a plot of earth or bit of fence that needs tending when Wulf is burnt out from talking and needs to do something with his hands. Needs to feel like his arms aren't just weapons, but maybe instruments of healing as well.

Caduceus likes Eadwulf. He's snarky in a way that reminds him of the Nein, and his siblings, but quiet in a way that Caduceus understands. Eadwulf may not fully understand the horror Caduceus has seen, but he understands enough, and Caduceus isn't willing to expose his family to the nightmare that still wakes him at night with disappointing regularity. They dont have to see what he has seen. Eadwulf understands that. Eadwulf also understands the quiet violence inherent in nature, and the quiet fury that lies under Caduceus' calm exterior. There is a lot of evil in the world. A lot of injustice and perversion and things that simply defy the laws of nature. Caduceus never has to pretend he's not angry around Eadwulf. Rarely at him, but often angry for him. The things that were done to Eadwulf and to Caleb and to Astrid disgust Caduceus to a level that he genuinely doesn't have words to describe. He's not a well read man. But Eadwulf understands, and shows Caduceus how to give his anger a home in the torn-out roots of something that doesn't belong, and in the soft soil where he and Eadwulf plant something new. His anger will wither and decay in time, and in its place something new will grow, as nature intends. Caduceus may learn something from Eadwulf after all. Plus he's handy to have around. Cornelius isn't as young as he used to be, and the beefier Clay kids are often away on their own journeys. It's helpful to have someone there who can help Caduceus with the tasks that call for a little more muscle.

Like fixing the roof.

[ohsotiny]

Nyctophillia

An attraction to darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

It’s been too long since I posted anything, but here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it! Also found on AO3.

The numbers on the digital clock read 4:00am.

Slumber had been nothing but a long-lost friend, and sleepless nights had become her new companions. The darkness was comforting. How could you not get sucked into the beauty of a night sky, or the way the moon lit up the darkened streets, or how the stars shone brightly, creating constellations, many of which she had long ago memorized.  

It often took her mind from the real demons plaguing her every night, many of which she allowed to swallow her whole into their voids of darkness and nothingness.

The sound of slurred language pulled her back to reality. The street below her one-bedroom apartment was always deserted at this time of night, or rather morning, with the occasional drunks trying to maneuver their way home. She watched from her three-story balcony as two drunk civilians leaned on each other for support until they rounded the corner, out of sight.

Nights were hardest for her. With so much free time, she often walked around the village, finding hidden paradises hidden within the trees of Konohagakure.

She recalled the time she had stumbled onto a small waterfall just off to the side of the hokage mountain. It was the most beautifully, breath-taking place she had ever seen.

A row of trees on either side of the dirt path provided a sort of canopy. At the end of the path, a cliff showcased the deafening rush of the water. To either side of her, a sort of staircase made its way to the bottom of the waterfall. The calm pool called out to her invitingly, yet she could not find the strength to make her feet enter the water.

A place as magical as this should not be tainted with her sorrow.

Ah, yes. Sorrow. The thing she clung onto for dear life.

She felt numb to the world. She felt no fear, no anger, no happiness, or gratitude. Just a crippling sadness that overtook her entire being. She wallowed in it.

It’s what she knew. It’s what she had grown accustomed to. It’s how she would continue to live her life because what was the point of happiness?

She was a shinobi after all. All she was, was a tool, a weapon, and her duty was to her village.

Getting up from her spot, she decided she would get some training in before work. She didn’t feel much, but one thing was certain, crushing things made her feel good.  

Changing out of her pajamas, she dressed in a tank top and black shorts, slipping into her shoes on the way out, locking her door, and heading in the direction of the training grounds.

**

It was still dark out, but the moon provided just enough light in the clearing for her to spot the three posts right away. It seemed like a lifetime ago, remembering how team seven had first learned the act of teamwork.

Gods, she had been so delusional, stuck in her obsession with Sasuke. He had been so consumed with hatred and killing Itachi. As for Naruto, that knucklehead; he was so determined to prove himself to everyone.

Back then, he had been so rambunctious and ready to tackle the entire world all by himself.

A small smiled tugged at her lips, quickly fading as she remembered the tragedy that betook her former teammates.

They were gone and she missed them so much. It was a loss she would never recover from. A loss that would forever haunt her. A loss that crumbled her heart into a million pieces.

How could they leave her?

Never is a million years had she imagined a world where she was alive, and Naruto and Sasuke were not.

Unable to stand any longer, the pink-haired ninja sank to the ground, head hung low, as tears began to slowly flow down her cheeks, landing on clenched fists in her lap. It was futile to hold in the pain that was chewing away at her heart.

She cried. Oh, gods did she cry.

It baffled her, how after so long, she still had so many tears left to cry.

Silent sobs turned to gasps as air seemed impossible to reach. She couldn’t breathe, and she found herself clinging to her neck, trying to force air to fill the burning sensation in her lungs. Her heart rate began to intensify and beads of sweat began to coat her entire body. Silent screams landed on deaf ears as she desperately tried to call out for help. Reality seemed to blur as Sakura struggled to grasp a hold of what was going on.

It was too much for her. The intensity of her pain was overwhelming, and she knew it was too much to bear. Her body felt heavy and she felt herself go cold as her heart continued to pound against her chest.

The feel of strong hands on her shoulders made her look up. Concerned, charcoal eyes met pleading emerald ones.

Kakashi.

[tiny-yet-thoughtful]

I come and go as I please. So I am always there. They need me. Or is it the other way around? No matter I am here with them. In their company, I am able to see their smiles that fill me with warmth. I am there when their faces show no emotion and they look more similar to a statue than a human. Cold to the touch and unmoving. But slowly they thaw and come back to me. I greet them with open arms and a reassuring smile. They do not have to be sorry. It is not their fault. And I will never blame them. And when I feel an ache in my body and no energy to even move from where I lay on the cold ground someone joins me. Their warmth at my side easing my pain and either their voice to fill in the silence or their silence to lull me to sleep. And when I wake I find that the ache is gone and I am able to move again. I'd rather be here with them than in my cold and unwelcoming home. No. Never mind, that was never my home. I do believe my home is with them. So I come and go as I please. But why would I ever want to leave?

[gloamingdawn]

Sickly, purple twilight kept its grip tightly on the Vale of Eternal Blossoms. The usually brilliant golds had been diminished, tarnished. It was heart wrenching to see this place wrest of the healing that had begun years ago.

This would all be over soon, wouldn’t it? Part of her hoped it would be.

The other part, the desperately sad and lonely side, hoped it wouldn’t be. It gave her something to do at one in the morning, after a mad flight of having thrown on her armor and packing her bag and tent in haste. There was a cathartic kind of outlet in cutting down K’thir devotees and undulating eyestalks that stared. Could they see so deeply? Did they know? 

You’re easily worth a million gold. 

Of course they knew. It wasn’t true. It would never be true. The truth was that she was covetous. That she had base desires and bad moods. Selfish, always. That wasn’t worth anything. She’d laid in the sand for an hour, staring up at the infinite expanse of stars as the tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes and into her hair. It was wrong to want so badly what wasn’t hers to have. 

But here in the Vale it didn’t matter. After the sleepless night of a wild hunt that rolled on until her arms and legs were physically shaking from the strain of it all, the only thing to think about was survival. Anything else meant injury or death.

There was freedom in this kind of single mindedness, bliss in painful exhaustion. It was her personal brand of self-destruction — to dance so expertly on the edge of physical ruin. Wouldn’t it be easier to just shatter? She’d done it before, many times, but when it came time to reassemble the pieces more and more had gone missing each time. 

It wasn’t in her destiny to have what she wanted. Not again. She’d had so much already, more than so many others. If she could just lose that piece in the rebuilding, that fragment that wanted, everything would be fine. There would be no more embarrassing nights, no more heartbreak, no more needing to lose herself in battles that were one misstep away from tragedy. She could just be. Happy, healthy, a new kind of whole.

A dark voice crept in, filling up the cracks that her weariness had exposed, and full of promise it whispered to her, “We can make that happen. We can set you free.” 

Wasn’t that, after all, what she wanted? 

[gumame1a]

i couldn’t utter my love when it counted (but i'm singing like a bird ‘bout it now)

or: 100 Ways to Say I Love You #55 “I don’t mind” |  ao3 Ji Ho knows how she can be. She’s got enough self-awareness to know that she can get a little… excited sometimes.

Though not everyone gets to see that side of her, the ones that do, know it very well. Because though she loathed admitting to it, her brother was right. When she gave her heart to something, she loved it forever. Her heart, more often than not, had a mind of its own. On top of that, as unlucky as she was, it had a terrible habit of running away from her. Most times, it’s gotten her into trouble. Though the rare instances where it had been voluntary was currently buried beneath her journals, sitting at the bottom of one of the last boxes she was sorting through. Carefully, she unwraps newspaper from an old, weathered DVD. After all these years, the love she held for The Graduate only grew as she did. Holding the copy in her hands, she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic, remembering the moment she finally bought a copy with her own money. The ceremonial-like feeling of placing it into the DVD player for the first time, hitting play. The thrill of sitting on her living room floor, all by herself after everyone had gone to bed, watching the opening credits roll out. Feeling ridiculously proud and satisfied after bullying her brother into putting her poster up in her room. And the not-so-good days where watching the film offered an escape, yet ironically, distinctly, felt like a home away from home. She remembers her dream, that all she's ever wanted was to do the same. To ignite the heart of a young soul, to make them feel things, to leave them thinking, to leave them dreaming, as long as she did with a creation of her own. They’d already seen it together once before. Except, somehow having her copy, here and now, was different. She’d watch it on her own one day, in her own time,  she tells herself. Before she can put it back in the box, Se Hee walks in, hands her a beer. He asks her the question that must be written on her face. “Do you want to watch it tonight?” Holding it close to her chest, she finds herself wanting to say yes. Instead, she tells him the obvious, smiling sheepishly. “We’ve seen it already.” “I don’t mind,” he shrugs as he takes a sip, though there is absolutely nothing nonchalant about the way he looks at her that has her cheeks burning. Because it’s silly. Really, it was nothing. It was just Se Hee, being himself. And, yet, it is everything. It might be worth mentioning the obvious fact that her heart sings whenever Se Hee looked at her, but this was decidedly different. There’s no trace of frustration, no teasing - both goodnatured and less so - or remarks of her having seen it so many times to be heard or found. Only fondness and something she can’t quite name. In the beginning, there was nothing voluntary at all about him. About this. About them. But now, she knows. That her heart will never again have to wander. That in the coming years, her choice is made and will remain the same. She knows it in the warmth in his eyes. The subtle upturn of his lips. The slight endearing tilt of his head. The way he holds her hand on their couch. In the I dont mind’s. In his gentle affection that never asks for attention.  It is in all these things she will always know her heart will always have a home, in this life and the next.