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The stuff animal problem | lance 🩷

Summary : lance, washes your beloved stuffed animal, accidentally ruining it in the process

everyone knew the attachment i had with mr. sprinkles. everyone knew not to touch him, not to pick him up, and treat him with absolute affection and care. if you didn’t respect mr. sprinkles, then you didn’t respect me.

he stayed comfortably on my bed at all times, and i only received the best cuddles. it was a late saturday morning as i stir awake, the sun seeping through the closed curtains. the sound of the washing machine in the other room sounding through the wall. i look around my bed, my eyelids still droopy from just waking up not even a minute ago. once my vision starts to come back from the nights sleep, i look around for mr. sprinkles. i lift the plush pillows, no sign of him. i lift up the multiple fluffy blankets from the bed, still no trace of him. i sigh, hanging off the bed searching the floor, and as much of under the bed i could without getting up. the bedroom door creeps open, my boyfriend, lance walking in quietly, shutting the door behind him. he walks over to the edge of the bed, watching me hang over the side looking for something. “you look like a monkey,” he comments. i sigh sitting back up. “have you seen mr. sprinkles?” i question as i look under each blanket again for good measure. he nods. “he’s chilling in the washer,” he says gesturing to the laundry room.

my heart stops beating for a moment. “your joking right?” i ask looking at him intensely. i thought he knew he couldn’t go in the washer? Lance furrows his eyebrows sensing my internal worry. “no, why?” he watches as i hurry out of bed, walking to the laundry room stopping the washer, looking through the wet soapy water for mr sprinkles. i reach in, any hope of mr. sprinkles being okay went down the drain as i pull up his soaking wet head, only to be met with his lack of body. Lance follows close behind me stopping right behind me when he sees mr sprinkles missing half. i stand there looking at his head, one of his button eyes missing somewhere in the water. i let out a shaky breath, my bottom lip quivering at the sight.

Lance’s heart shatters at my reaction, guilt immediately engulfing his body. he puts his hands on my shoulders, in an attempt to comfort me, but it only makes the tears i was holding back fall. “lance, he can’t be washed,” i choke out, my tears coming out at a rapid rate. Lance sighs, massaging my shoulders, “i’m sorry, baby, i had no idea,” i he said, his voice genuine. “i’m unbelievably sorry,” lance turned me around, tugging me into his chest in his warm embrace. one hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair, the other on the small of my back, holding me tight. “you don’t know how sorry i am,” he whispered, almost like i wasn’t supposed to hear it. he knew how much i cared for that stuffed animal, and he felt terrible, as i continued to cry into his chest. it was later that night, i had stayed in my bed all day, lance and i barely interacting. i know it was an honest mistake, but it still hurt that the one of the most important things in my life was no longer where it was supposed to be, safe with me in my bed. i sniff, holding back another series of tears, before lance peers into the room. “hey, you up to talk?” he asks, which i reciprocate with a nod. i sit up resting my back on the headboard of my bed, as lance came and sat next to me, holding something behind his back. “i’m really sorry about mr. sprinkles, baby” he says, his voice dripping with guilt, and honesty. i nod “it’s okay, i know you didn’t mean to,” i give a weak smile, my eyes still puffy from crying earlier. he shakes his head, “it’s not okay, and i really wanted to fix my mistake.” he takes out the mystery item that was behind his back, holding a repaired mr.sprinkles, with multiple stitches, connecting the once ripped parts together. he shakes his head, “it’s not okay, and i really wanted to fix my mistake.” he takes out the mystery item that was behind his back, holding a repaired mr.sprinkles, with multiple stitches, connecting the once ripped parts together. “i know it’s not perfect but i truly tried to get him in the best shape possible,” i look at the stuffed animal, before meeting lance’s eyes with my own. my mouth turns upwards into a smile, almost jumping into his arms, hugging him, “you didn’t have to do that,” i say, my voice still a little strained from the constant tears. “i wanted to,” Lance hugs me just as tight back. “i hope you know how sorry i am,” he says, as we pull back from the hug. i take mr. sprinkles into my hands. “thank you, lance… hey you even got his eyes back on!”i exclaim, touching over each stitch. “how’d you even manage to do this? i didn’t think you knew how to sew?” my mind going back to the times where he needed my help to help sew his button back on one of his flannels.i look at mr. sprinkles, love and appreciation overcoming the once heartbroken feeling i had. “i love you lance, thank you,” i say pulling him into another hug.