Trinket Girl
Bart Curlish x fem!reader
Summary: A collection of times Bart has brought you little random things and trinkets.
A/n: i know i said Ratwoman was next but, that writing has kind of had me stumped so im posting this one instead!(also should i make a masterlist for my writings so far??) This is prob my fave banner so far!!
You honestly cant pinpoint when it began, but lately Bart has been bringing you a bunch random little things. So many in fact; that you keep a wooden box will you at all times when you two good out.
- She bursts into the room and drops a shiny, live bullet right into your lap, looking like a puppy who was holding a live bug in their mouth. "Look at it!" Bart beamed. She bounced on her heels, pointing at the brass casing now sitting on your thigh. "It is shiny. It is heavy. It is the best one yet!"You picked up the bullet, feeling the cool metal. "Bart, Where did you find it?" You cautiously ask(even though you most likely already know the answer)"Oh, it was super easy!" She gestured wildly with her hands, mimicking a fight scene. "This guy in a real fancy suit tried to shoot me. But he obviously missed me! So the bullet missed, an’ hit the wall next to me, and rolled right in front of my shoe. It was a total sign from the universe. And then I thought , 'Wow, Y/N loves shiny things, and this guy just threw one at me!' So, I knocked him out and brought it right to you." Your nightstand is already full of her chaotic love tokens, but seeing her beaming face makes you tuck the bullet safely next to your jewelry box.
-Bart does not buy gifts, but she brings you treasures. Your wooden box holds a bent spoon, a lightly rusted lug nut, a shiny cracked marble, and a few random buttons of different shapes, colors and sizes. When you sit in diner booths, Bart loves to go through the box, and line the items up on the table like its her own strange game of candyland.
-The wooden box stays in your bag when you travel. Bart likes to touch it through the fabric to make sure it is still there. Today, she drops a heavy metal coin into your palm. It is from a country that does not exist anymore. Bart pats your coat pocket. "Is our box safe?" "The box is right here," you say, patting her hand. She drops a coin into your palm. "Good. Put this in. It's old. A dead guy gave it to me."
-Every rest stop means a new prize for the box. As you quickly head into the small convenient store to pick up some snacks and drinks before you head to the closest motel, Bart runs into the grass on the edge of the wooded area and comes back with a perfectly smooth, white river rock."I found another shiny rock for you, and this feather.” You dig into your bag and open the wooden box on the car dashboard so she can drop them inside. The box is getting heavy, but you both refuse to leave it behind.
-You try not to ask where the trinkets come from. Bart slides a brass key across the motel table, and it joins the box's collection. You know it probably unlocks something dangerous, but right now, it just clinks against a plastic dinosaur. The box is your guy's private world of chaos.
An: had a thought as i was writing but, should i do a 'fiona dourif x Controversially young gf/horror actress!Fem!reader'??🫣 lmk if that sounds tea or not*









