#sometimes I feel bad only drawing him but then I remember hey as long as I'm having fun screw all >:))

[gferamos]

Random assortment of doodles tiem (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

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#read more #my art #digital art #wow I sure draw MK a lot #sometimes I feel bad only drawing him but then I remember hey as long as I'm having fun screw all >:)) #... well sometimes it works- #also I blame a certain friend and also a mutual of mine because of my weird amount of Kine doodles.. #long post #sorry I have no idea how to do the whole thing is it because I'm on mobile orr? very confused on how to use it #man I'm not tagging everyone only the ones who show up often enough.. #kirby #bandana dee #king dedede #meta knight

[libraryofbronze]

Dommed Through Discord

“Master,” I type carefully, still blinking sleep out of my eyes. I woke up only a few minutes ago and I still feel groggy. The blankets wrapped around me from how I turned and tossed in my sleep. Around me, my room is nice and warm. Familiar and safe and happy. My laptop is propped up on the other side of the bed, just close enough to see and use.

It’s probably a bad habit to go straight from sleep to staring at the screen. In fact, I know for sure it is. A few months ago, I’d probably have never imagined that I would be doing this.

Then again, a few months ago I hadn’t met him yet. A little shiver runs down my spine and I close my eyes. I can’t exactly remember the dreams I was having but I know they got me all hot and bothered. Waking up to a wet pussy isn’t something I used to do either, but I have gotten used to it in the last few weeks.

After all, I’m not allowed to touch myself without permission.

The thought brings blood rushing to my face. Even now, I can’t believe that I agreed to it. I’ve done a bunch of things in the last few weeks that I never thought I would. All for the sake of a man whose face I’ve never seen.

Even as I think that, I know I’m lying. It’s not just for his sake, but mine as well. I love this. I love what he has made me into. My body tingles every time I think of him, and the first thing I do every morning is check to see if he’s online.

We talk through Discord, emails, and sometimes Steam as well. It’s a long-distance relationship and our hours don’t always match but that only makes the time we do have together all the more precious.

I am still blinking sleep from my eyes. My long, dark hair is all in a mess. I toss and turn a lot in my sleep, and I know I am going to have an annoying time fixing it later.

But for now, that doesn’t matter. I stare at the screen, waiting for his reply eagerly. I can see that he’s online, but sometimes he likes to make me wait. A subtle reminder of the power difference between us. He’s in charge, the master, the owner. And I am the pet and the toy, the desperate girl not even allowed to touch herself without permission.

God, I want to touch myself right now. My pussy is throbbing, lingering half memories of my dreams glitter in my mind like shards of silver. Slowly, one of my hands moves under the blanket, pressing against the outside of my panties. I take a deep breath, shuddering at the touch. Fuck!

I should stop. I know I’m not allowed. If master finds out, I’ll be punished again. But it’s hard, and gradually, the silence grows. I start to wonder if he’s not at his computer. But then why is his status set to green?

Then, suddenly, he replies.

“Hey, May.”

May. That’s my name. That’s why I introduced myself to him by the first time we met. But it’s not usually what he calls me. Is he teasing me? Playing with me? I don’t know and for a moment I’m thrown.

But only for a moment.

“Master,” I write back, typing eagerly. “How are you today? Did you sleep well?”

Stupid question, but I can’t think of anything else. My pussy is still throbbing and with extreme effort, I draw my hand away from my wet panties. I’m wearing nothing else, the blankets wrapped around my pale skin. I am breathing a little bit faster, anticipation and eagerness twist within me.

“Well enough,” he replies. “Did you want anything in particular?”

He knows. He has to know. How could he not with a question like that? He always seems to know exactly when I am desperate like this. I delay my response for a few seconds, feeling the blood rushing to my face. A few weeks ago, I’d not even need permission to do this. I’d have laughed at the very thought!

But now I am lying in bed, about to ask my boyfriend for permission to touch my own pussy. Like he owns me. Like I am just a toy to him.

But the thing is, that’s exactly how we both like it. The air catches in my lungs and I close my eyes, savouring the feeling of helplessness and submission before I start to type.

“Master, I’m horny.”

A few seconds pass and he doesn’t respond. My pulse races, and I can feel myself growing ever more desperate. What is he going to say? Will he deny me? He has before. He loves to do it just to show me that he is in charge.

“My little slut,” the words come back. “We played the day before yesterday. Don’t tell me that you want to go again?”

I close my eyes again, loosing a soft moan. May is my name, but between the two of us, I’m his little slut. It’s demeaning and humiliating and I love it.

“Please sir,” I type back. “I’m so horny. I know we played recently, but I’m so wet right now.”

Silence follows again and I feel as if something important is hanging in the balance. My pussy throbs and the possibility of another day of slowly growing arousal fills me with dread. I wanna touch myself so much! It’s not fair that I have to ask permission!

But the fact that it’s not fair is why he has me do it. We both know that he’s in charge. That he is the master and I am the little slut who can’t keep her legs closed.

God, I love this man.

“Are you still in bed, May?”

He knows my schedule well. I nod even though he can’t see it and answer.

“Yes sir. I just woke up.”

“Wasted no time, did you?” I can almost hear his chuckle. Satisfied but not cruel. I was always into BDSM, into giving up control, but it was he who pushed me further and further. Who showed me just how much control I could really surrender.

“Please sir,” I try again, typing with one hand. My other brushes lightly against the material of my panties. The gentle touch makes me shiver.

“Why don’t you ask properly?” His reply comes back. Again, I can almost hear his teasing tone. He likes to tease, does my master. He likes to make me squirm and right now, I am squirming like hell. I know what he wants, and I know that I’ll do it. But I can feel my face heating up as I begin to type out the request in the approved manner.

“Please master, can your little pet slut spread her legs and play with her soaking pusy for you sir?”

My clit throbs as I type, a small moan plays through my throat. I feel hot, my skin tingling as I close my eyes. Fuck, how can he make me feel this way when we aren’t even in the same country?

But he does. He always has. Even if we’re not together, I can still feel his presence. I am still under his control. Still his little toy and every bit his little plaything and I love it.

“Kick off your blankets,” he writes back to me. “And wriggle out of your little panties. But don’t take them off totally. Leave them around your ankle like a slut.”

I do as I am told, my heart beating faster, the cold air pressed against my skin as I peel back the layers of my bedclothes. I make a soft sound, half yearning and half moan. Flushes of heat flash through me. One hand cups my left breast, teasing myself there. My thumb and forefinger gently work my nipple until it’s good and hard.

My back arches, my eyes close. God, it feels so good. My other hand moves to the waistband of my panties, gradually pulling them lower. The elastic clings to me a little as I draw them down my legs. My pussy is wet, and as my arm brushes against it, a little shudder runs through my whole body.

I leave my panties hanging around one ankle, my legs are spread, I’m lying on the bed totally exposed, my back propped up by a pillow just so. My pussy throbs with tightness, and my throat is dry.

“Are you lying in bed naked, my little slut?” My master writes again. “Are your legs open? Is your pussy begging for you to touch it? To stroke it?”

“Yes,” I write back. My heart thundering in my chest. “Oh god yes sir. Please master, please let me touch myself. Please let your little slut play with her pussy like a good toy.”

He takes longer to reply this time. I wonder if he is hard? I hope he is. I can imagine him stroking himself as he reads my words, realises how desperate I am. It’s not the first time I’ve broken down and begged like this. Sometimes he gives me relief.

Sometimes he doesn’t.

I wonder what he will do this time.

“Play with your nipples for me, May.” he writes back after a few moments.

He knows that my nipples are sensitive. Pausing only to write a quick ‘’yes sir’’ I begin to rub and tease them. My long, slender fingers pick at my nipples, caressing them and stroking them and rubbing them. Before long, my body is responding. I am moaning slightly, and shivers of coiling anticipation run through my body. My pussy pulses, my deft strokes are erotic and tender. My eyes flutter, and the feelings rise through me.

I know I am getting wetter and wetter and I still haven’t closed my legs. I’m not allowed to when we play. That was one of the first rules. He told me that if I wanted to be his little slut then I would act like a little slut, and a slut should never close her legs when she’s performing for her master.

I moan, my voice ragged and desperate. Aching need throbs through me. My pussy is hot and tight, tingles of desire and want sweep up my body. It wants to be touched, it wants to be stroked and teased and entered.

Fuck, I want to cum!

“Are you teasing your breasts, May?” master asks. “Have you touched your pussy? I hope not. You know I’ll have to punish you if you do.”

“No sir,” I manage to type with one hand. “But I want to! I want to so much! Please sir! Please, please, please!”

“I’ll think about it,” I can almost hear his chuckle again. Light, not cruel but firm.

“Good,” master says. “Now, I want you to imagine that I am there with you. That it’s me stroking your chest, teasing your nipples. Making you squirm and moan. Can you imagine that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, half gasping in ecstasy. I realise a moment later that he isn’t actually here, so I need to type it out.

“Yes sir, I can imagine it, sir.”

“I’d be so hard for you, my little slut,” he writes back. “Can you imagine it? Can you imagine what it would feel like if I tied your hands behind your back and fucked you then and there?”

I can imagine it all too well. My legs flex, anticipating what it would feel like to have him between them. His cock burying itself inside of me, thrusting and fucking me as my spine arches and my cries gradually turn into a chaotic sound of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I moan. My nipples feel so good. So sensitive. Little darts of pleasure snap and worm their way down my spine. My mouth is dry, I can barely remember to keep looking at the screen.”

“Or maybe I’d put your collar on you,” Master writes. “Nice and tight just how you like it. Dress you in your black stockings and fuck you against the window. You’d love that wouldn’t you, May? You always love to put on a show, my little slut.”

My desperate murmuring grows ever more desperate. My pussy is throbbing for attention, a needy heat shooting through my body as I gasp and moan and wriggle on the bed like a mad thing. My nipples feel so good, but my pussy would feel better.

But I am not allowed to touch it yet. I’m a good slave. A good slut who does what she’s told. I’ve been naughty a few times and Master is inventive with his punishments.

“Or maybe we could get your little toy,” Master continues “The vibrator that you love so much. I can dial it up and down on my phone, keep you on edge all day. Just leave you on the bed for hours and hours and hours with your legs spread. Wouldn’t you love that?”

Yes! I want to scream, my body shuddering with heat and want. I love it! I want it all!

But right now, I just want to cum!

“Master,” I write desperately. “Please can I touch my pussy, sir?”

A pause.

“You didn’t ask permission properly, my little slut. I should punish you for that. But later. First, you can ask me properly.”

My hips are grinding back and forth now, my fingers work my breasts and nipples, I’m moaning and gasping openly like the slut that he taught me to be.

“Please sir,” I write. “Please can your slutty slave touch herself, master?”

“More humiliating.”

“Please! Please let me masturbate sir! I want to cum!”

“More humiliating.”

My face is burning, my chest is tight. I know he knows what he is doing to me. He’s loving it.

“Please master, can your slutty slave girlfriend fuck herself with her fingers while fantasising about what it will be like when you finally take her for yourself? Can she cum like a whore with her legs spread, moaning your name?”

My heart hammers. Humiliation washes through me but I adore it so. My pussy is pounding, it’s as if electricity is coursing through every cell in my body.

“You can touch yourself, May. But you’re not allowed to cum. Not yet.”

I don’t know what he’s planning but right now, I don’t need to. As soon as I have permission, one of my hands flies to my pussy. I bite my lower lip, my fingers working myself down there. Instantly, the pleasure intensifies, reaching a whole new level. I begin to squeak and moan. My lower lips are already soaked, tingles become waves of sparking pleasure as I twist back and forth in place.

“Oh fuck, master,” I write as soon as I am able. “Oh fuck, it feels so good sir. It feels so good.”

“Do not cum,” my master writes, and I realise with an odd feeling that he isn’t done with me yet. “May, you do not have permission to cum but nor are you allowed to stop. You can slow down, but you have to keep going.”

That’s unfair! I feel the realisation stabbing through me, even as my eager fingers begin to slow, it feels so good. Waves of heat and tightness throbbing through my pussy. How can I resist this?

“You’ll just have to have control, my pet.” My master seems like he read my mind. “I’m sure it won’t be too hard. By the way, while you’re doing that I want you to imagine what it would be like to be fucked by me. What it will be like.”

Oh fuck. How am I supposed to resist cumming while doing that? One hand is desperately kneading my chest, flicking and rubbing and stroking my nipple. My fingers probe and pinch, mixing pain with pleasure. The other is between my legs, my body rocking. Heat flushing through me. I am fucking myself with my fingers now, grinding against my hand. My clit burns and throbs, it feels so good.

I imagine his cock inside of me again. Thrusting, penetrating, filling me up. I begin to grind against the air, matching each of his imaginary thrusts. The air catches in my throat, heat builds between my legs. I am squealing now, static leaping between my nerves.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I shudder. “Master Ethan! M-master!”

He can’t hear me, but he seems to know what’s happening. I hope he knows how desperate and wet I am. I imagine wrapping my arms around him as fucks me, as he makes me his now and forever.

I am so close! The tide of pleasure threatens to carry me away. I look desperately to the laptop.

“Master, I’m gonna cum!”

“No.”

“Please!”

“Absolutely not, my slut. I told you you weren’t allowed to cum.”

“Then can I stop?”

I imagine the little smile on his face.

“You can’t do that either.”

“Master!”

It’s only a single word, desperately typed, but I hope it can convey my desperation. My whole body feels tight, my muscles are stinging, I’m holding them so tensely. I know I am gonna cum if I keep going, I can feel the orgasm building and building and every part of me is screaming to surrender to it. To let it take me. But I fight it, holding myself back, resisting with everything.

But I am not allowed to stop playing with myself and gradually, my squirming becomes more and more frantic. My gasping breaths are quick and furious. How long has it been? I need to ask again!

“Master please!”

“May, are you disobeying me? You’re not allowed to cum. Now just think how long I could hold you like this, in that state. You’ve surrendered to me and given me everything. You got on your knees and promised to be my little slut, remember? Did you think that would be easy?”

“Please! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!”

I’m reduced to just writing the word ‘’please’’ over and over as my body rocks. I don’t have enough energy to think of anything else to say.

“I suppose I could be convinced,” Master says. “But you have to offer me something. What do you have to trade, May?”

I shake my head. There are tears in my eyes. It feels so good, it’s taking all of my strength of will not to give in and cum. My body is shuddering, shivering and burning all at the same time. I gasp for air, trying to force myself to think.

“I won’t wear underwear, sir!” I write. “I’ll go without it all day and wear a short skirt!”

I can already imagine the humiliation that will come from that. A whole day of knowing that I am only one wrong move away from exposing myself to strangers. I know I’ll be mortified later, but for now, I don’t care. I just wanna cum.

“Not enough.”

“Sir!”

“It’s a start, May, but I am going to need more. How much longer can you hold back again?”

Not much longer, I think. It feels so amazing. My whole body is lighting up. Twisting and gasping and moaning in bed, my legs are still spread, but my pussy is soaking, my fingers sliding in and out of myself more quickly now than ever. I’m so close, I’m so close!

“I’ll wear my vibrator too!” I write, grasping for the first thing I can think of. “I’ll keep it in all day! The one that you can control! You can torture me with it all day! Just let me cum now!”

A shiver snaps through my body, I give a long moan. Feeling as if I am about to break down, but I manage to wrestle myself back. Just about. I know I won’t make it much longer.

My master still hasn’t replied. Is he holding back? Does he want more? What else can I even offer him?

“I’ll make you a video, sir!” I gasp. “When I get home from work, I’ll make a video of me undressing and you can see the kind of soaking mess I’ve become after so many hours with the vibe! And I’ll play with myself! Do whatever you want! Just….just please let me cum now!”

I am spiking, the climax rising. My moment approaching, my fists curl, and I know I am about to cum whether I want to or not.

“All right then, May,” my master writes. “Cum for me you little slut.”

I do, I cum like I never have before. My nerves scream, the world seems to fade and all I am left with is an ocean of pleasure that fills every inch of me. I am moaning his name, my master’s name, like it’s some magical incantation. My body is wracked with convulsions, the strength of my orgasm streams my breath away. I cum with my legs spread like I should, gasping his name until the end.

And then it’s over and I am lying in my bed. The laptop open in front of me, and my master’s latest message.

“Enjoy yourself, did you?”

“Yes sir,” I type shakily. “It was amazing. Thank you, sir. Thank you so much. I love you.”

“I love you too, May,” he writes back. “You little humiliation-loving slut.”

#bronzeplacewriter #bronze's stories #sexywriting #bd/sm dynamic #bd/sm community #bd/sm kink #cnc k!nk #original fiction

[atinylittlepain]

Care

college!steve harrington x f!oc

a brief continuation of Warm and Maybe, Probably, Definitely because my brain is fully rotting out of my ears over these two

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“That smells brutal.”

“It’s bleach, Steve, what did you expect?” 

“Are you sure this is, like, you–” What he was going to ask, are you sure you know what you’re doing? But Andy pulls away from where she had been folding her fingers through his hair to fix him with a look, crooked brow and pursed lips, and he knows better than to finish that question. 

“Well if you don’t want me to.” She draws out the last word, little sigh, little tug of her hand in his hair, her smile threatening to creep into a grin when his hands curl around the backs of her thighs, squeezing, and no, honey, I want you to, I do. 

“Then no messing around while I’m working, unless you want to end up with skunk stripes.” He’s not entirely sure how they got here, him sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat in her tiny bathroom, trying hard to stay seated upright while her ministrations, pushing and pulling at his scalp, only make him want to slacken and slump against her hip where she’s standing between his legs. Sylvia sits perched on the lip of the tub, batting at a sheet of tinfoil a bit disinterestedly. No, not sure how they ended up here. Chalk it up to a long weekend and nowhere to go and a low murmuring thunderstorm outside. They had been lazing, languid on her couch, and he could practically see the gears turning in her head, clicking into one perfect do you want to try something?

And so they’ve ended up here, the light pattering of rain against the window and a Yo La Tengo tape she left playing filtering in from the other room, and he’s on the brink of dozing off, his chin nearly perched on the soft of her hip while his hair starts to get weighed down by folded tinfoil. Just a few though, it doesn’t take her long, her palm settling between his shoulder blades with a light scratch and, we’ll give them twenty minutes. He feels loose, pliant, and a little unsure why. Just good, he thinks, this feels good to be bored with her, to do you want to try something with her. 

When twenty minutes are up, she ushers him back into the bathroom and has him take his shirt off, leaning him over the sink and under the faucet. And she works with a deft care that’s surprising, one hand cupped over his eyes to keep water from rinsing into them, and the other working through his hair, making him smell like her with her shampoo. An aunt, she tells him, owns a salon back home, and she’d help out in the summers. 

“I thought it wasn’t very women’s lib to care about stuff like this.” He says it light, a joke, sitting on the lip of her bathtub and watching her plug in a blow dryer. He used to do this stuff, this preening, prepping stuff every morning, probably was part of the reason there’s a hole in the ozone layer with the products he used. That dropped off somewhere along the way, and he can’t presently remember why.

“Good thing you're not a woman then. Besides, it’s nice to pay attention sometimes.” And maybe that’s what it is, he thinks, that’s turning his heart into melt and burst in his chest. Care and attention, and how easily she’s giving all of hers to him over something so simple, and a little silly. She blow dries his hair, uses that round brush he watches her use in the mornings on her hair that’s now grown into something closer to a bob, and he likes that a little too much, a little too freakishly, the filaments of her mixing with him. And when she’s done, she takes a step back, a smile jumping in the corners of her mouth.

“Oh baby.”

“What? Is it bad?”

“Hey, a little more faith please.” And then she’s coaxing him up by his hands and getting him standing in front of the mirror with her chin hooked over his shoulder. He really looks, like, really looks. And it’s good, subtle, little golden lightness here and there in his hair, but he’s less interested in that than he is in the thick flush blooming at his clavicle and creeping up into his face. She’s got him blushing, making his grin slip sideways, a little sheepish when she starts smattering kisses up the line of his neck, not fair how pretty you are, Stevie, criminal, honestly, and a kiss to his cheek, to his temple. Both of their smiles start to melt when he turns his head and catches her bottom lip with his, and he knows, he knows. No, nothing like this before, not ever. Care, just because they can.

“Do you like it?” A question hummed into his mouth, turned around, away from the mirror, so he can really kiss her, his hands slung low around her waist. 

“I do, honey, you did good. How much do I owe you?” She pantomimes consideration, her head tilted while she brushes her hand back through his hair, curling at his nape.

“Hmm, I think a little Careless Whisper performance would suffice.”

“Not happening, sorry.”

“Oh come on, you were so good at the bar last weekend.” The bar last weekend with Robin and Eddie and her, and he had gotten just drunk enough to make karaoke seem like a good idea. He doesn’t remember it, but according to Eddie, there was a table, and Steve standing on it with a mic in hand and George Michael blaring through the speakers, and a very disgruntled bar owner that didn’t appreciate his zealous little performance. 

“I’m never getting that drunk again.” He drops his forehead down to her shoulder, a groan even as she breathes out a laugh, not letting him hide for long.

“Well, I guess you can make me dinner.”

“Yeah?” “Mmhmm, I liked that chicken thing you did before.”

“I can make the chicken thing.”

Care, give and take, willing and wanting, his way and her way. He likes getting to do this with her. 

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington au #steve harrington imagine

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

heyyy i saw that you’re taking sv and sve requests 👀👀👀 do you happen to write hc’s with a sv/sve character x farmer?

Hey hey, dear anon! 👋 Thanks for your ask)

I don't know if I can call it headcanons, in fact - these are small stories of a farmer and their partner, pure fluff and love. Still, I hope, you like it 😊

Btw, I only wrote about bachelors here, so if you want HC on bachelorette too (or you want something specific), then feel free to ask again!

Some random SVE headcanon: Farmer x bachelor

Alex:

Alex takes a beach ball with him every time he and the Farmer go on vacation to Ginger Island. He believes that on such a beautiful, sunny and hot day, there is nothing better than having fun and playing volleyball with his partner/spouse. And if Sam, Abigail and other active youth come to the island with them, then you can even arrange a small competition! "You'll be on my team, right Farmer?" Of course, how could it be otherwise! Everyone had a great time, and if Alex and the Farmer also won, Alex will remember it all day long, calling his partner a "lucky talisman" and praising their physical abilities and dexterity. After this, there is nothing better than sitting on the sand and watching the sunset in an embrace with your loved one.

Sam:

Sam has been emotionally tired of working at Joja lately, Morris assigned him an extra job that left him with rubbery arms and legs, and Sam himself is not in the good mood. So when he and the Farmer are sitting under the tree while Sam is telling what "kind of devil he got instead of the boss", the Farmer playfully pokes their finger into Sam's ribs, causing an immediate reaction - Sam's tirade abruptly stopped, and the corners of his lips involuntarily twitched into a smile. Sam and Farmer looked at each other with playful sparks in their eyes that meant one thing: the tickle war had begun! You two rolled around on the grass, trying to tickle each other, until after 10 minutes of playful wrestling, you both lay exhausted on the grass, and agreed to a draw. Sam sat up a little and kissed Farmer on the lips, thanking them for distracting him from bad thoughts.

Elliott:

The duet of piano and mini harp is a rather unusual combination, but Farmer and Elliott were able to combine these two instruments into a single harmony. Farmer found a certain charm and cosiness in the cabin of the long-haired writer. Especially when Elliott, having learned about the musical abilities of his partner, offered to play a duet together. Sometimes, on rainy days, when drops hit the roof in a crazy rhythm, the house is filled with the aroma of cooked lobster, and gentle music of harp and piano soars in the air, making Elliott's seemingly small and lonely beach house so cozy and alive that these wonderful emotions cannot be described in any book of the world.

Shane:

Shane still can't believe that his partner talked him into helping Emily color the eggs for the Egg Festival. Of course, Shane loves everything to do with chickens, but he usually left the coloring to Emily and others, considering himself completely untalented in this. Well, until the Farmer insisted on painting the eggs together. The painted eggs turned out quite nice and neat. Some were either funny or a little ugly, as the Farmer and Shane started fooling around and poking paintbrushes at each other. Well, the eggs are ready, Shane and the Farmer have paint all over their hands and faces, Jas and Marnie are giggling softly. Shane turns to Farmer with a warm smile and says they should do it again next year.

Sebastian:

For Sebastian, the Anphibian exhibition in the Zuzu city is perhaps the perfect excuse to ride a motorcycle with his partner/spouse. The feeling of a cool breeze on the skin, delicious street snacks and coffee with conversations about various topics, an exhibition of the most diverse and incredible species of frogs, salamanders, toads and others. A beautiful frog keychain bought by the Farmer for Sebastian as a gift. Slightly flushed Sebastian, who accepted the gift and now always wears it on the keys. If after the exhibition they return home late at night, when houses and billboards light up the highway, such a trip is especially dear to Sebastian's heart. "I know you're not a fan of big cities, but we should be doing this sort of thing more often, don't you think?" The Farmer cannot but agree with the wonderful proposal of their soulmate.

Harvey:

Honestly, neither Harvey nor the Farmer understood when they managed to spin in a slow dance to light jazz. A minute ago, these two were sitting in the Saloon on a winter evening, drinking spiced mulled wine, laughing and chatting. And in an instant - pleasant calm music sounds in the jukebox, they holding hands and slowly dance, not paying attention to other people present. Harvey was a little nervous and embarrassed at first, but after a couple of sips of a hot drink and a gentle look from his loved one, Harvey forgot about the existence of the whole world. Just him, his partner, the music and their dance. They finished the dance and people began to applaud them (some even whistled). The Farmer gave Harvey a light kiss, and they both returned to their table, ordering two more mugs of mulled wine from Gus. "On the house," Gus said quietly, winking at them both.

Victor:

Victor's attempts to talk to the Castle Village adventurer during Spirit's Eve failed when a cloaked warrior with a scar rudely dismissed him and simply ignored him further. Victor, of course, guessed that the adventurers might not be too friendly and accommodating, but the insult addressed to him was clearly superfluous. When the Farmer came out of the maze and found out the reason for their partner's depressed mood, they turned towards the adventurer and barked something so vulgar that the scarred warrior's face twisted in anger. The Farmer immediately went to Victor, kissing him on the cheek and promising that "not a single arrogant will dare to offend a person dear to them." Later, the Farmer was offered to tell Victor his questions about adventures and monsters. Victor just looked at them with adoration and love, noting more than once how brave and wonderful his partner is.

Lance:

A few days of relaxation in a house on Ginger Island, surrounded by beautiful sea views, sand, tropical plants and wildlife... Lance never thought that he would even have such a thing as "free time" and "weekends", and even more so - the concept of "partner", "spouse" and "love". The life of an adventurer is dangerous, usually no time for a peaceful life. Lance stands under a palm tree, listening to the sea breeze and the call of tropical parrots, enjoying the beautiful sunrise. The gallant adventurer turns around at the call of his partner, who with a smile invites him to breakfast. The cabin is filled with the scent of tropical curry made from freshly grown produce on this small piece of land. The Farmer kisses Lance and teases playfully about the fact that Lance flies faster than a bullet when he smells curry. Lance just laughs softly in response and looks at his love so tenderly that the Farmer, as if reading the magician’s mind, blushes a little and smiles even wider. Lance mentally thanked Yoba and his Guild leader for the opportunity to patrol Ginger Island. After all, it was thanks to this that two adventurers met and found their happiness in each other.

Magnus:

If someone told Magnus that he would put on a wreath of autumn leaves and throw the same fallen leaves at someone during the game, the old wizard would say that his interlocutor had gone cuckoo. He doesn't remember doing this even in his youth, much less now. But it happened: the Farmer offered Magnus a joint similar to the forest for mushrooms and plants for elixirs. After the successful collection, the Farmer, in view of their love and energy, began to shower Magnus's head with small pieces of leaves, invoking the "leaf rain magic". Magnus didn't really get the joke at first, but catching his young partner's playful attitude, the corners of Magnus' lips curled into a smile as he quickly raised his hand, whispering an air elemental spell, lifting a bunch of leaves into the air and raining them down on the Farmer. He hadn't laughed so hard in a long time. This went on until evening, when they both decided to return to the farm, take a bath and clean their hair and clothes from fallen leaves, both tired and in good spirits. Just don't forget your basket with mushrooms, you're two dorks!

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv farmer #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius #sve magnus #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sve victor #bth rude adventurer in Victor hc was Isaac #just because I think he's a bitch #maybe in 2.0 he will be different #but right now... Isaac bitch #bleh why am I so sappy #but i really like the way i write these little hc #hope you like it too anon!) #thanks for asking! #have a lot of fun writing this)

[jennilah]

I think i started to follow you bc of tiny!cas, like eons ago, let me tell you seeing you get into different fandoms over the years has been a delight.

I remember seeing post of you going like 'hey these slasher film kinda go hard' and look at you know.

I mean this in the best way possible, I feel i've been watching a house plant grow, every now and then catching my attention and being amazed by the changes

omg thats such a sweet way of describing my... well happy autism awareness day everyone, its a nice way of describing the way i naturally transition through my Special Interests lmfao

actually, for the holiday, let me infodump about this very aspect of my brain to anyone who isnt aware how this works for me. (also every autistic person is different, so this is just how this symptom manifests in me)

ill say "phases" to simplify, though thats an unfair word because it implies im "over" my past phases. 99% of my past phases are pretty much there for life, but in the back of my mind. (So long as I didnt have a "bad breakup" with it for some reason, which is rare but happens) The ability to become a raving lunatic about it is dormant until someone asks the right question.

There can only be one interest (sometimes 2, with one being the less dominant one) at the forefront of my brain at a time, though. that defines the "phase".

so for example, my recent Halloween phase is "over" and I am 100% fully into Saw now, but I still absolutely love Halloween and Michael and Jason and all those guys. as evident by me still happily sharing gifsets and art and buying merch etc if it tickles my fancy. They're just hanging out in the background of my mental display case.

yea whoever follows my tumblr for a very long time has watched it happen in realtime. the transition between interests. i know for a fact which phase I started this blog on. if you're here from the beginning, youve seen, in order:

-Durarara!! -Deus Ex -Supernatural -Godzilla -Detroit: Become Human -There was like a few weeks where it was HLVRAI -And then it was plants. There was a year-long stretch with no Special Interest and I was latching onto odd things (and I was very inactive here) -Halloween & Friday the 13th -and now, Saw

I have many other things I love, but they don't clamp around my brain in quite the same extreme way.

my phases can last any amount of time, anywhere from a few short intense months to 5+ years, its completely random, completely unpredictable. even the interest itself is impossible to predict. its not something i choose, its something that happens to me.

sometimes i avoid watching things for a long time because im still very emotionally attached to my current phase and im genuinely afraid the shiny new thing will replace it. all art or fic ideas for the previous phase? theyll be abandoned. all I will want to create will be related to the new thing. (though I will sometimes draw it anyway, like digging up old toys to play with once in a while. The likelihood just drops considerably)

which is why right now i pretty much put a pause on the other franchises I plan on watching. I'm genuinely gripping onto Saw like someone is tryin to take it from me.

and then sometimes im like "haha yeah right. ill be fine. ill eat my shoe if my brain latches to this" and then put on the movie and by the credits roll im a new person (yes thats what happened with Saw. I really had no idea.)

this is also why im terrified of even just "checking out" things that have, like, a toxic fanbase or something, because i cant stop a new phase from happening if it does. and its really hard to keep it to myself, fuck

(do u know how mad i was when i realized i was attaching to hoffman the evil dirty cop??? i was so scared of drawing him, dudes. but thankfully everyones been cool abt it and we're all very aware of his awfulness & we have fun w it)

and every time my brain changes and i do get obsessed with some new thing, i get really scared and worried and hope I dont bother everyone who followed me for something else :(((( and yet, every time, im absolutely floored by how many people choose to tolerate my newest nonsense and stick around anyway

anyway ive lost the plot of what point i was making here OH YEAH thank you!

tl;dr: that would be the autism! thank you, it WILL happen again! that is a threat! 🥰

#jennilargh #jenna answers

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind notes pt8, e36-40 (plus secret e0)

e36

delighted to put his hands on a gun again even if there's blood on it

he wants more things to shoot

doesn't think he's fired a gun before (second assertion of this fact) but it does feel familiar

has had a reoccurring dream of being Snoop Dogg

thinks the barnacles were made by the biology department

someone in Biology named Heather than Gordon tries to hit on sometimes. She is supposedly stone cold

calls himself The Freeman again

everyone was proud of the pollen that killed people

"goat cheese massacre"

return of the Fall Damage. Bemoans the lack of shock absorbers and drugs

confused at why he's wearing the HEV suit

vaguely remembers the ResCas proper

would not drink neon hi c ecto cooler

he doesn't like liars

black mesa is NOT a tourist trap

he is right tbh. Trespassers literally do have rights. You're supposed to make any unreasonable dangers clear and obvious. Warn with signage or some shit

aims to think like a squirrel that has anger problems

the nation of Freeman

yeah this sequence of events is normal and leads to promotions

e37

had some job interviews in grad school. Never knew how to answer their questions

thinks of the building as alive AGAIN

oh hey we're in the part of the facility that Physics of the Crowbar did astoundingly well

gotta avoid the blood shower :(

this gunk BETTER not get in his hair

he doesn't want to smell like mcdonalds

GROWLS

meat chunks in his hairrrrrrr

he no longer likes orange

he's 80% sure cheetos aren't made like this

undertow fuckin with him

his values have sunk since he woke up

prepared for when he gets Alzheimer's. He'll escape room his way out of the retirement home easy

wants a sword cane when he's old

you just shot a SNOT MONSTER, sir.

he remembers everything? (he does not) (he thinks the string theory crowd got into AnMat)

plans to sell the satchel charges to Eddie

yes the magnum does grant godlike ego

he isn't an optimist

this is NOT a democracy he has a GUN

"BLAH!!!"

freeman have you butchered animals before or

would love to land in a ballpit

naptime :>

bat JUMPSCARE he CANCELLED THE CREDITS. SHOCK. AWE.

e0

new intro. Tram ride to some vending machines.

attempts to flirt with the hazard course hologram

doesn't comment on the HEV suit's voice this time!

he's not coming back to the hazard course

only getting HEV suit training because he's capable of physical activity

derides the game-based language of the tutorial

"hup! hoo! hah!"

i WISH there was rubber padding around the knees of the suit

fatphobia,,

he always wanted to be a hamster man

finds the long jump module cool

"nreeeeeeoooow"

could press buttons all day!

Slur count: five.

e38

back to cafeteria intro

he can't sleep :(

HATES the room's vibes

self hypnotizes again. Lmao

TANK OF ACID! SUPERB!

he is a CAT

his faux-southern accent sucks so bad. hillbilly but worse

no come on you can dodge an incinerator

liked the Addams Family. Identified with the Thing, he says.

concrete corridor agnostic

double dead end!

he feels like strangling something.

feels like he wouldn't mind the nickname Dr. Stranglelove

growls again

backup backup gun dependency does rely on state yeah

he wanted a banana milkshake

he's talkin specbio,,,

he remembers lasers are BAD

limbos on by that awful tripmine

"BLLLAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

e39

[incoherent raging] followed by "wait! I have satchel charges!"

deeply comforted by having this amount of explosives. Wants to draw a smiley face on one

welllll the radiation sign is a bit off the requirement but that's a half life note not a freeman's mind note. He should know though

claims his geiger counter is trendy and fashionable

we have reached the non OSHA compliant location

he is clearly being sarcastic here but he does talk about seeing what was probably a mall santa

jello knees..... He's in painnnnn

this isn't even a SPA

he feels like he's in a sub in the cramped metal halls

back to the classroom analogy

it IS the amps that kill you yessirre

part of the opposable thumbs club!

takes the time to study the trapped alien grunt. Says it could get a management job

he hates biolabs :(

goes through the Atom Experience

incoherent babbling

he Remembers that everyone wants him dead. Shoots a probably innocent guard

now plans to kill the whole world

he's a gun farmer :>

usually when stuff goes long he concludes that everyone wants him dead

he's honestly a little relieved that he doesn't have to guess if people want him dead or not

doesn't recognize the vox

GRAPPLING HOOK MENTION

e40

new intro, shotgun-elevator shaft

the eternal issue of understaffing: doing weird bullshit always

"superbus" w/e well superbia is pride so I'd imagine this is "greatness" followed by whatever words he isn't reading

he isn't reading them because he doesn't know latin

human body staircase,,

door conspiracy!

actually thinks before he pushes a button

"woah-hoho-oh..."

hiccups :(

he gets really nervous after killing people

oh the subtitles have suddenly cut out

his normal work was in quantum mechanics and general relativity

stumbles over his saying "I don't know"

"there's no actual right to privacy but it's implied by the rest of the constitution. And this gun,"

prototype cheese slicer or pita cutter- you decide

HE CAN'T HELP ANYONE IF THEY'RE NOT CALM

RELAX AND FOLLOW THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE

back to hitting any button he sees

he is never going to ask for yellow space maggots jumping at his face

a list of things that makes freeman happy: lasers, food, painkillers, bed rest, not being persecuted, getting his life back on track. Lasers may be listed first here but it is below the rest of these

avoids the gauss gun

seeing body parts lying around used to bother him

wants to sprinkle cloned body parts lying places and tape people finding em

big laser? Badass.

gonna shoot down a satellite with that baby

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes

[channelinglament]

Name: Sage

Age: young? idk

Hobbies: drawing, playing string instruments, I do choir if that counts, playing games, sleeping (not often achievable)

Likes and dislikes: I like sweets as long as they aren’t too sweet. I also like animals. Animals are cute sometimes. Sometimes. I also like Ghibli movies and I have a collection of stuffed animals. Vocaloid supremacy(including virtual singers). I dislike loud noises, and things that feel weird.

Fandom(s): Genshin Impact and Project Sekai

I have been told that I act like Furina, Hu Tao, and Mizuki from Genshin and Project Sekai if that helps with anything :) I may or may not have slight anger issues, or I just like kicking and throwing things at people-

Happy 500 followers ! sorry if I wrote too much :(

Hi! Tysm! Somehow I've got 700 rn heh

And I match you with....

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Project Sekai:

Rui!!

Rui:

He adores you

And cannot make you sleep, due to his bad sleeping habits.

You probably put him to sleep, during the nights when he creates robots instead of sleeping. He knows you worry about his health, but he also loves his hobby (relatable ngl), so he just says 5 more minutes and will say so, until you would physically try to drag him.

When you would start tugging, he would immediately take action of standing up and going to do the teeth brushing and stuff to sleep.

I, for some reason, think that he sleeps in one pose throughout the night. He also probably has insomnia. If you sleep with stuffed animals, he probably either cuddles them along with you, either throws them off the bed to cuddle only you. There's no in-between. He also would say that they fell by themselves.

Would always come and support you when do choir and play instruments!

He would create a lot of small glowing bots, that would create your face and name to support you. Just imagine that megamind scene. Thats what he would do.

You and Nene would be besties fr. He would just stand there, nearby, and look pretty (support it too)

Maybe would make your device less glitchy, or sth, to make your wins in games easier (or if it's a calm game, play with you).

He may try cooking with you. Wether it turns out good or bad, he will eat it anyways.

HE WILL

He would also ask what's your favorite animal is! Why, you may ask?

he will make a r o b o t of it for you. H e w i l l.

He will watch Ghibli films with you, and may try cosplaying! (He will ask Mizuki for that)

His favorite Ghibli movie would probably be "Howl's moving castle".

Oh, you like vocaloid? WELL GUESS WHO HE-- [disconnected]

*drops small Mikudayo/[your fave vocaloid] little bots on your bed*

Purple head WILL make you/give you headphones, to make it easier to go throughout the day. You need to blockout those loud noises, y'know?

If you like being dramatic, he will definitely join in. You two will create random story and be in character. "Off with your heads!", Rui: "Yes, on it fufufu!"

You will join wxs in creating "lore/scene" for their songs.

Genshin Impact:

Albedo!!

He tries to visit you as much as he can.

The alchemist tries making you some nice animal, that is a COMBINATION OF YOUR FABORITE ANIMALS????

He may do some with food, try to make you something p e r f e c t

Does it fail? Does he succeed? I will leave it to your imagination!

"What's vocaloid? What's Ghibli? Can you explain?"

I think he would love "Spirited Away" and is another enjoyer of "Howl's moving castle".

Will draw you a lot, and I mean A LOT

He wants you to be remembered forever. You, everything about you. The way you look like, the way you carry yourself, your personality. All of this, captured in paintings and doodles.

Since you don't like loud noises, will create you some sort of headphones-thingy (like the things on Alhaitham).

Will join in your hobbies, choir or instruments, he will try to do it aswell and enjoy it with you.

Since you don't like most weird textures, he would try to leave you outside of his lab during experiments heh

"Hey Sage, is this what you call a vocaloid?" *crawling WopperFlower that slightly looks like VFlower from your description*"

#genshin x you #genshin x reader #pjsekai x reader #pjsk #pjsk x reader #match ups #genshin impact x reader #sagau x reader #project sekai x reader

[darkmacadamien]

Whumptober 2023, No. 3: Journal

It begins innocuously enough, with an offhanded suggestion from Dr. Sharon.

“You may benefit from keeping a journal,” she tells him, after a particularly grueling session that leaves Jamie discretely wiping the corners of his eyes every time Dr. Sharon glances down to jot something down in her notebook.

“What, like a diary or something?” Jamie asks.

The idea isn’t totally repulsive (unless Jamie thinks about what his dad would say about keeping a journal, which just makes him sick to his stomach), but Jamie can’t remember the last time he’d picked up a pen to do anything other than sign his name. Besides, Jamie had never been any good with words.

“It can be,” Dr. Sharon concedes. “Or it could be a sketchbook, if you like to draw. Other people use it to save newspaper clippings, or to press flowers, or even to just write down their grocery lists.”

“Ok,” Jamie says, “but, like. What if I do it wrong?”

Dr. Sharon, in her infinite patience and wisdom, doesn’t seem fazed by his question. “It’s different for each person. As long as you enjoy doing it, you can’t do it wrong.”

“Huh,” Jamie says, picking at the hem of his shirt. “I’ll think about it,” he promises her.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

And Jamie does— think about it, that is. He doesn’t go out of his way or anything, but one day, while he’s out shopping, he sees a neat little stack of moleskin journals shoved back in the corner of one of those stores that sells everything under the sun.

He picks one up and runs his fingers along the smooth leather cover. The texture is nice, and he likes that the pages inside don’t have any lines, so he doesn’t feel pressured to write neat and proper, and it’s discrete enough that if his dad dropped by unexpectedly he wouldn’t be suspicious of it, so Jamie drops it in his cart and buys it.

Jamie will probably forget about it, anyway, until he finds it again in a year or two shoved in a desk somewhere, and he decides it’ll make a great Secret Santa gift since he understands how that works now.

Jamie doesn’t forget about it.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

The journal sits on his kitchen counter, taunting him each time he sits down to eat breakfast.

It’s just… Jamie has no fucking idea what to write about. He knows that Dr. Sharon said it’s different for everyone, or whatever, but Jamie can’t even work up enough courage to put a fucking pen to paper, which is just so ridiculous, like.

He plays football in stadiums filled with thousands of people, but he can’t write about his fucking day without having a nervous breakdown about it. Fuck.

Jamie finally manages to write his name on the first page, which fucking ruins the re-gifting value of the stupid thing ‘cause now Jamie’s staked a claim on it, but fuck it: a win is a fucking win.

The journal still remains on his counter, though, unwritten in other than his name.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

Then Jamie’s dad gives him a call, and suddenly, he has something to write about.

Jamie hadn’t even answered the phone, but then he went and listened to the voicemail like an idiot. It hadn’t even been that bad, as far as messages from his dad go.

“Hey, junior,” his dad had started, even though Jamie hates it when his dad calls him that. “I see you still don’t know how that phone works. Or maybe you do! Oh, what am I saying— you’re some big-shot football player now, of course, you don’t have time for your old man.”

His dad had laughed then, sharp and guttural in the way that means he doesn’t find it even a little funny. “Only kidding, only kidding— anyways, I was just calling to let you know that I caught your last match on the telly the other day. Let me tell you, son, sometimes I wonder whether you actually do know how to play football—”

And then he’d gone off, drunken ramblings about how Jamie might as well up and fucking quit if he ain’t gonna take the sport seriously until eventually the beep that indicates time cuts him off midsentence.

His dad doesn’t even mention anything specifically, which means he probably hadn’t watched the game at all and had just wanted to call so he could bitch, and, on top of that, it’s the same old stuff Jamie’s been hearing since his dad started coming around in the first place, when Jamie was still young and hopeful with grass-stained knees and a desperate desire to please.

It fucks with him anyways; leaves him staring at the wall for a couple of minutes after the recording clicks off, his ears ringing like his dad had been there in person to tell him off.

Jamie deletes the voicemail, feeling like that one Greek guy who was cursed to do the same thing over and over and over again, and then that stupid fucking journal catches his eye.

Like those shitty magic tricks that make kids cry instead of laugh, he has a stroke of inspiration.

It takes him a moment to find a pen, ‘cause who owns a pen in this day and age, but when he does, he splits open the journal until the spine cracks, and then he’s off like a shot.

Jamie ends up writing four pages before he finally runs out of steam, his handwriting coming out clunky and too big and crooked from misuse.

He’s not sure if he likes the way it leaves him feeling, like there’s an anvil sitting on his chest, but he decides to carry the journal around a little more often that way if he ever has another desire to jot down his thoughts, he has it on hand.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

He gets the urge to write in his journal three more times that week. Once, after training, when Roy had ripped into him a little more than usual. Then again, while he’s out clubbing with the lads and he catches a whiff of his dad’s favorite beer. And then finally, when he’s looking through articles of himself online, and he finds a gossip rag trashing his hair, the fucking Philistines.

Each time, it leaves him feeling heavy and tired, with a seemingly endless pit in his stomach that sends bile bubbling up his throat.

“I’m definitely doing it wrong,” he tells Dr. Sharon during their next session.

Dr. Sharon raises her eyebrows inquisitively, so Jamie digs his journal out of his cross-body bag and hands it over. Dr. Sharon flicks through the pages carefully, eyes flicking over his writing in that freaky-fast way that would make Jamie think she wasn’t actually reading it if he didn’t already know she was dead smart.

“It’s like, every time I finish writing about something, I just feel so awful. Like, worse than I did before I wrote anything.”

Dr. Sharon hums in acknowledgment. “I notice you tend to write about negative experiences with other people,” she says.

“Yeah, ‘cause I feel like I actually have something to talk about, you know? But then it just feels like I shouldn’t be writing bad about people behind their backs, like. And then I feel bad ‘cause I’m doing it anyway.”

“Would you say that the emotion you’re feeling is guilt?” Dr. Sharon asks.

Jamie snaps his fingers. “Exactly! And since it’s making me feel so bad, I just thought maybe it’s not helping me like it’s s’posed to.”

“That’s very insightful, Jamie,” she praises him. “Have you considered writing about things that make you happy instead?”

“Huh,” Jamie says. The thought hadn’t occurred to him.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

So, Jamie gives that an honest try, too. He writes about when he has a particularly good day at training, or about how he’s always wanted a dog when he sees one during his morning jog, or about how much he loves his mummy.

Then he branches off a little, remembering Dr. Sharon’s point that journals can be used for literally anything, and adds a newspaper article about Sam’s restaurant, and then some magazine cutouts from Keeley’s latest modeling gig, and then the note that Ted had left him after the Manchester City game.

Jamie goes to watch a movie with Isaac and Colin and saves the ticket, gluing it next to a wrapper from a butterscotch candy he’d gotten from Higgins. Roy brings him takeout one day after Jamie scores a hat trick, so Jamie snags the receipt while Roy isn’t looking and adds that to his journal too.

Jamie dedicates an entire two-page spread to a detailed stick-figure drawing of him and Dani playing pick-up, which nearly brings Dani to tears when he shows him.

“Jamie Tartt,” Dani says, his voice all choked up, “this is beautiful. You must let me take a photograph.”

Jamie does him one better and draws another, which does end up bringing Dani to tears, and when he’s done weeping and hugging the daylights out of Jamie, he hangs it up in his locker.

So, Jamie writes in his journal, and he cries on his journal, and he spills over-priced coffee on his journal. He decorates it with tacky glitter, and stickers, and any little odds and ends that strike his fancy.

He makes other people write in his journal, too, like Ted, who leaves him with a ten-page anecdote that Jamie doesn’t really get, but it makes him feel nice anyway, and Beard, who leaves a freakishly detailed self-portrait in red Sharpie, and Nate, who carries it around for an entire day to map out plays.

Jamie even manages to get Roy to contribute, who grumbles about it but takes it home anyway and gives it to Phoebe to sketch in (though Roy does end up leaving a surprisingly heartfelt note on the bottom of the very last page). Keeley uses a page to plan out an entire month of brand deals, and in a fit of unorthodox creativity, Ms. Welton makes a collage of all of Richard Mannion’s worst photos, which makes Jamie laugh because he never liked the prick anyway.

When he’s in Manchester again, he tracks down his mummy, who writes about Jamie when he was a sexy little baby, and Simon, who neatly records his best recipe for lemon tarts (Jamie’s favorite).

Jamie’s journal slowly becomes filled with little pieces of all the people he loves, until one day, he’s waiting for the ink to dry on the final page, with the journal so full he can hardly close it with the elastic band along the side.

Jamie cries a little bit, ‘cause it’d been quite a long journey with the stupid thing, hadn’t it, but then the lads get him another as a Secret Santa gift, so he gets to start the whole thing over again.

#whumptober 2023 #no.3 #journal #ted lasso #fic #jamie tartt #sad jamie tartt #dr. sharon fieldston #afc richmond #introspection

[glowstick-cafe]

♡That funny feeling♡

Takami Keigo x reader

Genre: Hurt/No Comfort

Warning: Suggestive themes, smoking, gender neutral reader

Summary: You meet the Pro Hero Hawks in the most unlikely situation and making the decision to let him take you home ruined your life

A/n: My friend watched me write this and was begging me to write fluff next, so I hope you find this as dreadful as she did.

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Clubbing with your friends after a long week of working your office job is sometimes a need for someone like you, never had you guessed that you would meet the famous pro hero, Hawks, that night.

You notice his predator-like eyes raking over your features, it made you shiver with anticipation. Being eye candy for a pro hero? Unexpected, but something you could get behind, your friends who were your favorite agents of chaos quickly caught on to the shameless stares the blonde was sending you and egged you on to talk to him, brushing them off you turned around to see the man of the hour.

“Are you done undressing me with your eyes?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. Hawks’ looked taken aback and then he chuckled, his sudden laugh causing your body to heat up. The blonde leaned down to your ear, “Well I was hoping you’d let me do a bit more than that, dollface…” The flirty lilt in his voice made you choke on your words. “If you let you, that is.” He looked at you for an answer and all you could do was nod in awe at his forwardness.

When you entered his penthouse, he didn’t give you time to look around, only focusing his attention on kissing your lips and getting you undressed. You feel your mind going into a haze as Hawks’ hands reached under your shirt as he leaves trails of kisses down your neck. The last thing you remember from that night was the sound of soft fluffs of you being tossed onto his bed and his hypnotic voice.

“I’m gonna enjoy ruining this beautiful body.”

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When you awoke the next morning, your body ached all over, rolling over on the bed you looked to your side to realize that this was in fact not your bed. You quickly sat up and saw a note on the nightstand next to you, it read: ‘Thank you for letting me take care of you, doll <3’

You stared at the piece of paper and the crudely drawing of himself giving a thumbs up, and that’s when the realization that you slept with the second most famous hero in the country.

“Ah shit-”

The drive from that damn penthouse to yours has never felt so long, you could feel the stare of your driver from the rear view mirror as you stared at your lap and hoped that your locs hid your face to save what was left of your dignity.

The next time you ran into the blonde man was purely accidental. It's been a month after your night with….him, your days returned to normalcy as that night just became like all the other one night stands you’ve had, you just got lucky this time is all.

It was an uncomfortably warm afternoon and you were leaving the building of your office job, you let your feet lazily drag across the concrete pavement; hearing the familiar city noise of loud chattering of passersby and cars on their way home nullified the disdain of your day.

“Hey! Watch out!”

The voice called out, the person tackled you to the ground. You weren’t expecting to be bodied today but it’s just one of those things that might as well happen when you’re having a bad day, you sighed as all you could think is that you might need to redo your locs after all the abuse it has been subjected it in the past few months. Finally opening your eyes, you see familiar blonde hair on top of you; his face looked apologetic as it seemed that he remembered you, “This situation feels a bit familiar, eh?” He joked, which made your face heat up, he then quickly got up to get back to fighting the villain that was the cause for disturbing your already shitty afternoon. You turned to look at what the hero was trying to shield you from and your eyes widened at the large sword that was wedged into the wall that would've definitely ended you.

A few minutes passed and the authorities arrived to see the already subdued villain, a few other people came to ask if you were ok after witnessing your near death experience, all you could do was give a polite nod and slowly slip away from the crowd that was starting to grow around Hawks.

After making it a few blocks away from the scene you heavily sighed, you've never been in a situation like that before and it was a bit terrifying now that you thought it over in your head. "Traumatized, doll?" Your whole body jumped, but then relaxed upon hearing the nickname, out of the corner of your eye you could see the flying man covering his mouth in an attempt to stifle his laughter.

"Oh hardy har." You scoffed and your walking seemed to speed up.

"You never called me…" Hawks begins, though it was masked with his boyish charm, it was clear that he was a bit disappointed. "Angry that I'm not wrapped around your finger?" You chuckled. When you couldn't hear the flapping of his wings so you had assumed that he got the message and flew away, but you were surprised when you felt his hand grab yours, "Yeah…it's pissing me off that you don't want me, when I very much want you." His golden golden eyes piercing into yours.

Feeling his gaze on your face, which then moved to your lips. The look Hawks was giving was making your knees buckle, you look at the apartment complex and sigh as you pulled him by his collar, dragging him to your apartment.

For some reason you couldn't say no to him, so you let him. You let him kiss your neck. You let him mark you. You let him touch your body. You let him pleasure you.

The sound of Hawks sighs of release made you perk up as his body rested beside you, he turned on his side to look at you and you did the same. "Is this going to be a normal thing, or are you just that desperate?" You say jokingly; the birdman laughed, his wings fluffed up in response. "I dunno, I could get used to this." His smile only increases when he catches your eye roll.

Your heart throbbed, the moonlight made its way into the room shining on his skin, "Maybe I can clear my busy schedule." Your voice is playful and Hawks hums, concentrating on your features. He gets up to cage in-between his arms, startling you.

"You won’t catch feelings, right?"

"Just who do you think I am?"

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Oh what you would give to go back in time to tell yourself to turn back, that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak. Fast forward a few months into the future where you find yourself lying in the king sized bed of the no. 2 pro hero, Hawks. You contemplated getting up as you watched the winged hero get dressed in his costume many know him by.

“You’re staring…”

“Maybe I see something I like.” You say, sitting up in the bed to stretch. You hear the blonde playfully scoff at your words, you giggle to yourself as could hear the man rolling his eyes. A sigh flew past your lips and you rolled over, as your eyes settled on the large window of the penthouse; the warm streaks of light creeping into the room through the blue curtain. ‘This isn’t forever.’ Your brain reminded you, a deep pit forming in your stomach as you stared at nothing.

“Hey..” Hawks’ voice pulled you out of your trance, the ruffling of sheets telling you to roll back over to face him, you see him propping his face up with his two palms and flashing you his signature charming smile. He reaches his hand out to chin and stares at your lips, he chuckles at the hitch of your breath, “Your face is cute….” He announces and pecks your forehead, leaving you alone in his home.

When did this relationship stop being casual and turned into delusional "I love you's" and lovesick forehead kisses? It hurts to think about. You slip on your work clothes and about to leave his penthouse you back with a deep pit in your stomach that made you nauseous.

Walking into the familiar office that you have become acquainted with over the years. The hour passes by slowly as you work on your designated computer, only getting up for the complimentary coffee breaks. Walking back to your desk you overhear your coworkers talking about the famous red-winged hero, "You didn't know?" Said the woman to the other, her voice filled with disbelief.

"It's kind of surprising to hear the Hawks is dating someone." Her words almost made you choke on your coffee, wondering if it could be you they were talking about you.

"I kind of feel bad for them, being in a relationship with the no. 2 pro hero must be taxing."

"I give it a week, that poor partner doesn't stand a chance."

You decided to not eavesdrop any longer so as to not hurt your own feelings. The empty pit of doubt in your stomach only grew larger, practically killing all the butterflies that was dwelling there.

The idea of dating Hawks has crossed your mind more than you'd like to admit, but the words of your coworkers hung heavy over your head, and the fact that they think that you couldn't handle it only made you feel worse. Hawks' boyish smile lingered in your mind, sometimes the hero man felt like too much, you've had enough moments with Hawks that would make anyone fall for him, but the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world suddenly became overwhelming.

You had already broken the rules Hawks had set that one night, and it was starting to scare you how much you wouldn't mind him showing you off to the world with pride and admiration.

Having this conversation with the blonde felt like a double edged sword, but you were now invested in what the man truly thought about your relationship.

Would it lead to your demise and a future full of 'What if's?', or would your mind be filled with relief from getting your desired answer from the man.

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You find yourself on Hawks' balcony, cigarette in hand. The chill of the wind left you unbothered as you looked upon the city lights, an indiscernible expression casts itself onto your face, crimson red wings catches your eyes. His presence almost instantaneously causing a reaction out of you, Hawks finds an open spot next to you before he allows himself to speak, "I didn't know you smoked…" He says, his voice sounding concerned. Does he not like people smoking around him?

You put out the cigarette on the ledge you were leaning on and tossed it, Hawks' tense shoulders relaxed. "Just an old habit." A sigh passed your lips, you could tell he wanted to say something, but you couldn't let him.

With a sucked in breath, you finally find the voice to say "I can't do this anymore, Hawks." You can hear the tremble in your voice as you couldn't find the heart to look him in the eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt his finger make its way under your chin for you to look at him, "Doll…-" "I love you too much, you said that we couldn't fall in love but you kept telling me these things that no one has said to me before, you started hugging me intimately and I can take it!" You then became keenly aware of your breath, only to realize that it was because there were tears pouring from your eyes.

His brows knitted together, seeing your distressed face deeply troubled the messy blonde. He pulled you into a hug, "And the fucked up thing us that you love me too…" You say hopelessly.

Hawks' eyes widened, the feeling of guilt washed over him, it was never meant to go this far, but everything about you was intoxicating. He recalls the time he sat and watched you add locs to your hair with a cute but concentrated face, he remembers his heart skipping a beat but shrugged it off, then everything you did slowly became interesting. But now you were suffering all because he couldn't get his shit together and be selfish just this once. "I know I love you, more than you know….but I can't-" He says breathlessly, he rests his head on your shoulder "I can't give you a relationship, it'll put you in danger." You feel your breath hitch at his answer, you pull the hero off of you.

"So that’s it then?" You finally look at him with a tear stained face, you could feel your heart being ripped out of your chest. The man thought for a moment, then nodded. You looked back at him and slowly let yourself walk to the door of the penthouse, this may be the last time you ever see it again.

Looking back one more time at the man that took your heart and found the worst possible way to deal with it.

"Goodbye, Hawks."

"It's Takami Keigo…"

You stopped for a moment, then gave a polite smile and nodded.

"I love you, Takami Keigo."

Once upon a time, you fell in love with a hero, and once upon a time, he loved you back. And now, there were two heartbroken people in the world living life as if they never had history.

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Heyyy, if some parts seemed rush then you would be absolutely correct. I finished this at 2am and the only thing fueling me was the phrase, "Fuck it, we ball."

#glow;mha #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #my hero academia x you #my hero academia x reader #reader is black #hawks x reader #bnha hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #takami keigo x you #takami keigo x y/n #takami keigo x black!reader #Takami Keigo x reader angst

[anna1306]

Hi, could you please do something with poly!lost boys and an s/o who has depression? I've been feeling down lately and I need my vamp boys to cheer me up :(

Hey, anon! I know it's been a while but I hope you feel better! And if this can cheer you up even a little bit - I am happy c:

Take care of yourself, be safe and remember to take some rest

Poly!Lost Boys x Depressed!Reader

This can go two different ways.

The first one is - you are just feeling down. In that case expect a lot of attention. Dates, movies, snacks, jokes, games... Sex. Anything to get your mood up.

David would talk to you about anything. Shittalk about your friends or surf nazis from the Boardwalk, discussion about your work or study, just anything. He could and would hypnotize anyone to get into your favourite cafe or to watch any movie you want to. If you just want to get your mind off of something - he would distract you with many stories about guys, himself and their past. And if you just want to cuddle - he would lay down with you in his nest for however long you want to.

Dwayne is all about listening to you. He is the perfect one when it comes to advices or just accepting information. Have no one to rant your frustrations to? He is here, crawling into your window with snacks for you to eat, while you tell him about your day. Need advice on something? He let you sit near him on the Boardwalk and listens carefully to help you with questions in hand. Crying from exhaustion? He is already making you bath with your favourite scented candles and bath bombs and making your favourite dish. He is all for comforting you.

Paul is on duty! Music? Dances? Cuddles? Make-out sessions for half an hour without stop? He is on it. He tries anything to distract you from your sadness. The second you walk into the cave, his attention is on you. His hands are on you, he had already turned the music on and swirling you to dance with him. If you want to, he can share some weed with you, but even without it he is pretty distracting on his own. Never letting you go, never letting you stay sad. If you want to - he would beat himself - he hates your frown a lot and he loves your smile too much to just let you be sad.

Marko has only one question. Is anyone behind your bad mood? If there is some little shit who is responsible for your gloomy attitude - he is dead meat. Marko isn't joking around and he is ready to kill whoever. Other than that he is dragging you to some arcades or rides - if you are high on adrenaline, it is hard to be sad. He is taking you to fly across the town, drive fast, dare you to swim you to the limit of your abilities. And on the contrary if you are more on a calm wave - he takes you to his pigeons, he draws with you, he makes whatever you want to in a calm speed.

Similar, but not the same thing if you really in depression.

Depression is worse because it requires not just temporary mood lifting, but serious help and support. And sometimes they can't help you by themselves.

David is great in reminding you to take care of yourself. Even if you don't notice it, he is taking care of you. Offering you a glass of water or ordering another portion of fries for you. Cuddling with you to make you rest. Or offer to swim with you to help you wash you hair and body. Massage to relax you. Or ordering boys to clean your room. You can ask him of anything. And if you are too shy to ask - he just reads your wishes, even if superficially - it helps him to understand you and your thoughts better.

Dwayne reminds you of medicine. He is very attentive to you and unlike other boys, he knows that medicine and doctors - aren't to play with. He knows and understands that human body is so much more fragile than vampire's, including mental state. So he knows that even if they support you fully in any question - you may need professional help. He watches your state almost discreetly, but still he notices when you are in another episode of depression and irrational sadness or apathy. He offers you some of the options of doctors and helps you choose the better one of them.

Paul, if I were to be honest, probably feels a bit helpless. He want to help too - he just doesn't know how. Dwayne tells him that you need a doctor, David helps you by taking care of you, Marko talks with you and he just doesn't understand. Paul doesn't understand that his usual ways of raising your mood won't work, and he tries and tries again and again. In the end he just comes to you and hug you and... That works. You feel more rested, when you are cuddling with him and even smile at him (and he knows it's not acting). So he lets you hug him and cry out into him all of your worries if you have any. He is the best cuddle buddy.

Marko is more or less on the sidelines. He talks to you, he watches you, but he is very accurate near you. He knows he can be rather emotional or rude or angry, so he tries to control this too. He doesn't know a lot about your condition, only what Dwayne tells him about, but what he knows - is enough for him. He knows what it's like to have so much thoughts and emotions inside that it hurts. But if he can let it go on hunts - you can't. So he speak with you, when he notices your eyes or smell changes. You don't know how, but he just sense it before you even think about anything painful. He doesn't let you hurt yourself. Even if you need to hurt him instead - he would heal. You wouldn't.

All in all, no matter if it's just bad day and bad mood or something more serious - they are your support group. They can look like pretty laid back people (vampires) that don't like excessive troubles, and it is true. But you are theirs. They chose you to be with them. You are part of their coven. And they look out for each other, going out of their way to do so. They want you to feel better, to be with them forever and to know that you are not alone.

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#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #poly lost boys #poly lost boys x reader #lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagine #tlb imagine #reader insert #x reader #gender neutral

[sharontcte]

i can’t stop thinking about eddissy in high school and what kind of interactions they’d have so here have this eddissy dump idk what it is but voila 

When they were kids, Eddie never paid Chrissy much attention. Sure, she was the prettiest girl in the class, destined to be a future prom Queen and more than likely become the most popular girl at Hawkins High. But that was it. She would wear her hair in braids and was the stereotypical girly girl. If anything, he thought she was a little silly. Then the talent show happened and the dynamic changed. 

 A couple of days before the talent show, eddie saw Chrissy at the local grocery store with her mom. “Hey, mom! What about these? He watched as her eyes lit up holding out a pack of cookies in front of her mom. “3 days before the talent show? Really? Put those back, sweetheart.” He never forgot the look of disappointment on Chrissy’s face. In all the years he’d gone to school with her he’d never seen her look anything but smiley and happy. He remembers thinking what a bitch her mom was, who says something like that to a kid?  

The day of the talent show, the school energy was tangible. Everyone was excited and giddy. Chrissy and her friends were practicing their cheer routine between classes. Eddie and his band were goofing around with their guitars. Jason had made a comment about Eddie and his band and while everyone was laughing at it, Chrissy felt awkward. She never paid much attention to Eddie, he was just the weird kid but anytime they ever spoke he seemed nice. Aloof, but nice. Yes he and his band seemed a little out there, but they were so passionate about their heavy metal clothes and outrageous band name. In that moment, Chrissy kind of envied Eddie Munson. Compared to her, he was so unapologetically himself. That was the first time Chrissy Cunningham really noticed Eddie Munson.  When they got to high school, both embraced the circle they’d become a part of. Eddie was the freak and Chrissy was the it girl. Eddie’s hair was longer now and he wore heavy silver chains. It was rumoured he was big into drugs and always getting into trouble with cops. Truthfully Chrissy was intimidated by him. Sometimes she’d catch him glancing at her and she’d feel herself getting goosebumps. But one day,  bored out of her mind during a dull class, she found herself daydreaming. Her eyes shifted from the window pane to the long haired boy hunched over a journal frantically writing. She took time to really study him. She watched how his hand moved, the way he’d pause and tap a finger by the side of his desk. She admired his hair and the shape of his jawline. She’d only just realised that he was handsome. He seemed to be in a world of his own too. She wondered if all the rumours were true, was he really as bad as people said he was? Then he looked at her. It was sudden and she didn’t react in time. For just a few seconds they held each others gaze. Nothing meaningful, just two bored kids who’s daydreaming eyes met. And then he smiled. Truthfully she was taken aback, she’d never seen him smile. Eddie the bad boy, ultimate freak Munson was capable of smiling? She could’t believe it. Feeling awkward she quickly dropped her gaze and locked her eyes on her notebook. But unable to resist, she dared sneak another peek - and there he was, looking back at her. Only this time, he stuck his tongue out like a cheeky child. She snickered out loud, drawing the whole classes attention to her. Blushing ferociously she dropped her head again and kept her eyes forward for the rest of the class.  She could have sworn she heard a deep chuckle the other side of the room.  It was so brief and so mundane, but she’d had a moment with Eddie. She couldn’t explain exactly what it was, but she felt a tiny sliver of fondness for him. Someone with a smile like that couldn’t be all that bad. 

#should i make this a fic?? i think i wanna make this a fic #and do eddies pov too! #eddissy #hellcheer

[crazy56u]

Okay, the app is starting to become self aware, I feel…

Addison, cut your losses with Tom.

“Look, I gotta go, Ben needs me, he totally didn’t just black out from too much coffee.”

Plot twist: Herbicore is poisoning the pumpkins, that’s why Steve’s wife has that cough.

I technically called it!

“Look, Connie, I finally figured out what the plot is, this weed eater shit is gonna kill everyone!”

Oh, great, Peacock’s running ads now.[/joke]

“I’m Chet Barlow of Herbicore, asking you to come to Denver. We’re not Detroit.”

…why does your brother look like a sex offender?

Joe doesn’t even know what’s going on, he is drunk as shit.

Why is this two weeks in a row where puns are plot points?

If only ad blockers existed in the 1980s…

“Do you think Chet knows his weed killer is dangerous?” Ben, he’s a CEO in the 1980s. Sucker’s bet.

Ben, if you don’t say a name now, Connie is gonna drop this story.

“He called you on that pay phone, right? Late night when he needs your love?”

“There’s no such thing as a dead end.” I name at least five Looney Tunes cartoons that would disagree.

Oh, goody, an inside job. So, calling it now: Just like in “Roberto!”, that guy is fucking dead now.

Okay, now I feel bad about calling Robbie a sexual predator…

I have a sinking suspicion their boss might be in on this…

“We need to keep this between the two of us. Now, if you know any ghosts, they can get lumped in as well.”

I admire the fact that Robbie didn’t opt to just bail.

“Who says I’m afraid?” “Is it your brother?” “…” “Okay, so you are afraid.”

I love how they are openly having this loud ass conversation in public.

Now, how long until Ben draw the connection between “this is killing farmers” and “Steve’s wife has that cough”.

Oh, goody, Chet is basically Gideon. God fuck, can’t he go away…

“I’ve seen people disappear. Sometimes in bight blue glowing light, they get replaced with other people and they don’t remember shit!”

“Look, we tried, it’s not like the episode isn’t even half over yet.”

And Steve becomes plot important!

“Herbicrop? I love that stuff, I’m swimming in tumors!”

Steve, your wife is fucking hacking up a lung, and you act like they’re spewing bullshit.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Episode is half over, there is a shoe yet to drop.

Ben, never do that again.

Davidson is 100% in on it, that was too fucking coincidental.

And it’s gonna be Robbie’s car in 5… 4… 3…

We are now 100% “Roberto!”

Ben, Connie is experiencing PTSD, maybe calm down.

…Connie, I think we both know that’s not what actually happened…

“Rule three: Fuck this job.”

Connie, if you think Ben is gonna stop, you are sadly mistake . [And sound goes off.]

Ian and Tom, stop pretending Magic isn’t gonna be the one to lose their job, just because he was pissed off, it doesn’t mean he’s letting anyone else take the fall under the bus.

And Ian, rightfully, goes the fuck off.

[Sound goes on.] And it’s time to get crunk.

…it only now just hit me that Addison never told Ben that… it been like two fucking episodes!

“What happened?” “What didn’t?”

Ben, unless your unknowingly leapt into the guy that planted that car bomb, stop blaming yourself for shit.

Now, that just sucks for Robbie: him dying is the Canon Event.

…or Robbie just fucking hates cars.

“Hey.” “I thought I fired you.” “I love how you thought that would work.”

“Look, I don’t care if Robbie is still alive, I still fired you.” “We both know I ain’t accepting that, Connie.”

“Look, Connie, I also suffer from being depressed about my actions.”

[Sound goes off.]

“So, is this the end of Quantum Leap?” NBC, YOU ARE IN THIN FUCKING ICE NOW

Tom, even if I already know the punchline, you should be the one to go.

“I wish there was another way.” Tom, you dumb idiot, you basically just gave Magic the go ahead…

[Sound goes on.]

Cut to The Pink Hotel.

“…so, you’re telling me I blew up my car for fucking nothing.”

I love how Robbie was willing to leave the country despite knowing he could’ve ended the episode early.

Look, Robbie, sometimes you gotta “Scorpion and the Frog” this shit.

I also love how the pink lighting is making Robbie look more depressed.

This is now a heist movie.

“What do you mean ‘Leverage the door’?” It means grab a flat thing, and break the door.

I love how the key to saving the day is just breaking shit.

I love how Ski Mask is acting real fucking cool right now, as if Ben isn’t gonna kick his ass.

Ben, I hope to fuck you rolled a Crit Success on Fast Talk.

And now Wyatt fears God.

…and is probably gonna meet him face to face.

Ben just kicked cancer’s ass.

And Connie pulls the Columbo maneuver.

Chet is about to get fucked by a pumpkin.

“It’s you.” “It’s always me.” …annnnnnd now my brain is trying to craft a Quantum Leap/FNAf crossover.

And Ben dips.

[Sound goes off, fuck you Tom.]

“Look, Tom, be honest, we both knew Ben was gonna win out in the end.” “Honestly, same.”

And now, for the most obvious ending of the episode!

“Look, Tom saved our asses, but Gideon wants someone fired. And it can’t be Ian, and I ain’t firing you, and Addison wasn’t even in this subplot, so… … … (leaves)”

And we end with a dedication to Matt Dale. Watch as NBC promptly fumbles the bag, and cancels the show next week…

So, next week’s a two-fer, Magic is quitting, and Gideon is still fucking here!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

#the outsider #spoilers #quantum leap #Roberto! #Columbo #FNAF

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Can I request Jeff the killer, the proxies and any other ones you want with an s/o with Tourette’s? :P

❤️Jeff The Killer, Ticci Toby, Masky and Hoodie with S/O who have Tourette Syndrome❤️

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A/N: Hello there Anon! I have to be honest but I have huge trouble when writing this Headcanons because I don't have enough knowledge in this field and I don't have any experience writing this. The next time, please give me an explanation of this medical condition so I wouldn't be accidentally being insensitive.

Warning: Mention of Tics and Tourette Syndrome and Profanities

Gender: Neutral

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Jeff The Killer

Let's admit it, Jeff The Killer can be a huge asshole and being insensitive pricks. Unlike other proxies, he doesn't feel bad or guilty when he is making fun of someone.

I am not gonna sugarcoat it because Jeff The Killer would make fun of your Tics if you have Tourette Syndrome. Especially if the two of you haven't dated yet.

Even if you are already dating him for a long time. Jeff would still make fun of your tics even if you couldn't control them. Sometimes he would act as if he has tics just to make fun of you.

The only difference if you already dating him and if you're not dating him is one thing. Jeff would still help you if you need his help (when you already dating him) or he doesn't care about you at all (when you two are not dating).

When you have tics that were caused by excitement or stress. He would try to help you calm down by giving you a water or an object that would distract you from your stress or excitement.

Jeff The Killer would also remind you to take medical treatment for your tics but his reminder isn't gentle enough to be like "Hey, you need your medicine now". It would be literally like 'Hey idiot! Remember your meds, loser!" before shoving it to your face.

I am sorry but in my opinion, Jeff isn't much of a help if your tics got worse. Not because he doesn't care but it's because he doesn't know what to do about it.

You can expect when your tics got worse, he would look around searching other proxies that knows about Tourette Syndrome since he doesn't know what he should do.

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It was really hard for you to do your daily activities after yesterday, the tics would make you drop the object in your hand as you accidentally broke your drinking glass. The stress after one of the victims that you suppose to kill in the mission had managed to escape from your grasp and causes you to be scared, stressed, and anxious with Slenderman's reaction.

A footstep could be heard from the upstairs of the abandoned mansion and it was getting louder and louder every second. In the hallway, a tall lean muscular man with long messy black hair, a white hoodie with blood on them and blue eyes strutted down from the second floor to the first floor to meet his s/o.

His eyes landed on (Y/N) (L/N) and his eyes widened to see themselves hitting and pulling their own head repeatedly as it was getting harder for them to control their actions. 'Shit! Babe! What the fuck happened!?" He jumps off from the downstair before landing right in front of you.

Instead of an answer that he got, he was only receiving a high-pitched/low-pitched scream from you and making him jump in surprise because of his reaction. Jeff immediately looks around to see any objects he can use to distract you until he sees a piece of paper and then a pencil.

Jeff remembers that drawing can be relaxing for you as he immediately rushes to grab the paper and the pencil before giving it to you," Uhh shit! Babe! Look what I have got for you! Try to draw me or that loser elf-" Jeff pointed to Ben who immediately shouted 'Hey! I'm not a loser!'

The offensive jokes that Jeff made along the paper in front of your eyes made you instantly forget about the memory of your failure to kill the target were long forgotten as your right hand began moving around, trying to draw Ben Drowned. Slowly, the tics and the screams were long gone before you were calm down with still minor tics here and there.

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Ticci Toby

It is canon that Ticci Toby also has Tourette Syndrome and it is always triggered by his sadistic tendencies, stress, anger and when he is too excited.

He understands what it feels like having this kind of illness and the difficulties that you and he need to face every day (it really hits home for him).

Because of this, Ticci Toby would also try to help you out even though there would be some times he also cannot help it because it's obvious that he is not a doctor and he doesn't study psychology.

Just like Jeff the Killer, he would seek other proxies who understand Psychology more than him to help you when your tics get worse as he is trying to distract you.

Ticci Toby would be much sweeter than Jeff The Killer. He would not make fun of you and would help you out even if the two of you are not dating (only if you are a proxy).

Believe me, he doesn't seem like it but he is actually very patient as he is facing your tics but only the minor or smaller tics. The bigger ones e would slightly panic and ask others for help.

Tobias would also constantly check up on you, he is really worried if your tics got worse and would try to distract you every time when you start to get tics (as the reason for your tics is because of fear, stress, or stronger emotions).

Also he would be quite protective around you, he wound swing his axe to those who are making fun of your tics as he glares at them and turning sadistic before killing them.

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Inside of the abandoned mansion where all proxies and killers stay to hide from police, creepypasta hunters and any humans who could expose them. All proxies have a good relationship with (Y/N) (L/N) except one of them, the white hooded killer with deep cuts on his smile and little eyelids.

The two of you would constantly bicker with each other because of the two different opinions of a certain things whereas it's only something simple matter or a big matter. However, your boyfriend didn't notice it at all and constantly told (Y/N) (L/N) to be friend with the insensitive jerk.

"FUCK YOU, JEFF!!" You swore.

"F-F-FUCK YOU TOO, ASSWIPE!" Jeff mocks you, snarling before shoving you with both of his hands.

"S-SLENDERMAN WILL HEAR ABOUT T-THIS!," There was a slight movement of your head that starts into a jerking movement

This did not go unnoticed by the tall female with the white mask, not surprised that Jeff The Killer would go low like that before she shakes her head off and storms off to tell Ticci Toby about this. It was just a small accident that she happened to see that your shoulder accidentally bump with Jefferson. However, Jeff did not like it a bit and started saying some inappropriate slurs and that's when the fight starts.

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It was getting difficult for (Y/N) to stop the jerking movements of her head and their hand along with the sudden twitching movements on their body. The stress and the anger clearly make them go ticking, having uncontrollable tics after the outburst and the fight with Jeff The Killer.

A sound of a knock could be heard but (Y/N) decides to ignore the person behind it, "(Y/N)? It's me, Ticci Toby, I heard what Jeff did to you...can we speak? I'm going in," Tocci Toby pushes the door open even though you haven't answered if he's allowed to go inside or not but he would still ignore you even if you said no to him.

Seeing the tics causing him to frown underneath of his guard mask and guilt washes over him even though it wasn't him who harassed you. Ticci Toby slowly walking up to you before sitting next to you , his hands gently tracing yours back in a circular motion, "I'm sorry babe t-that, Jeff was making fun of you. I didn't know Jeff would hurt you," he clicked his tongue as he was speaking.

"No....It's alright, I just need t-to be away from him and to be alone or with you for a m-moment," You jerked your head once again, trying to control your ticking.

His touch made you slowly relax, it feels calming and nice and you found it's getting easier to control your movements and speech better than before before your head leaning up to you shoulder.

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Masky

This can go to ways if you have Tourette Syndrome and Tim's reaction to your illness. One would be really sweet if you are dating him.

If you are not dating him and you are happening to be someone he really dislikes. This could get really worse for your condition and for your mental health too.

Almost like Toby, if you are dating him. He would be surprisingly patient around you and he won't be insensitive around you. Instead, he would try to take care of you even though most of the time he's clueless about it.

He's not someone who is good at comforting but he would be the best listener surprisingly as he listens to you patiently. Because it's canon that he has a laid-back personality, he could reassure you and cheer you up.

He's not someone who knows about a psychological problem even though he has one (I believe he has schizophrenia), so it would be suck when he tries to help you.

If you are not dating him but he doesn't hate you, he would be insensitive by sometimes asking some questions that might sound a bit insulting like "Why did you do that?" but he didn't mean being an asshole to you. He was just genuinely curious.

Last ones is the one if he really dislike you. I am sorry to say this but he purposely would being an ass to you as he wouldn't care that if he hurts your feeling.

When you get into an argument with him. Tim would definitely make fun of you and even mimic your tics just to piss you off and he doesn't care if you got hurt by his words.

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The sounds of crickets at night made the whole forest feels serene along with the noise of frogs' croaks and firefly flying around the grass. Two figures walking around in the forest, hiding together in the darkness as the two of them prying for another living being. A pair of (E/C) and brown eyes keeps paying attention to the laughing teenagers with boozes on their hands.

It was clear those three teens had just gone to the party and drunk. Their faces were red like a tomato along with their loud hiccups, giggles, and their slurring speech. 'These idiots, why the hell they are drunk in the middle of the night and going to the forest? Isn't it obvious it's dangerous to be like that," Timothy thought, rolling his eyes while watching those three endangering themselves.

"Can we just kill them quickly for trespassing?" (Y/N) opened her mouth before closing it with her hands, trying to hold on her yawn as minimum as possible.

"You know Slenderman going to be pissed if you kill them recklessly," he glances at you.

"Says the one who went full killing without giving me a chance to kill," you roll your eyes,

"Oh shut up," Masky rolls his eyes underneath his mask.

However, the three teenagers got closer with the distance between themselves with you and Masky. Pulling his knife out, he slowly hides in the shadow holding one of your head before crushing down to get ready, "Here they come," he said.

Slowly and slowly, the sounds of the footsteps are getting closer to those three people standing next to you in the hiding place. With maximum speed, the two of you jumped out from the darkness and surprised the drunk teens, their scream wasn't only loud but it was high-pitched and almost ear-splitting but it wasn't that the problem that made you anxious and scared.

It was getting harder to breathe for (Y/N) (L/N), she could feel her breath getting restricted along with her muscles getting stiff so suddenly. You could feel your head twitching before jerking slightly to the side along with the jerking movement of your hands that were holding a knife.

"Shit! Now Look What You Have Done Bastard!" Masky screech, stabbing one of the teens and throwing a knife at the other victim as the knife logs into their chest. One by one, all of the drunk teens were killed and none of them are survive Masky's wrath after they made you tick.

Timothy glances at you as his snarl are forming into a frown, feeling guilty that this mission did not go into his plan before he gently swaps you in his arms "Let's go home, you will be saved once we are back in the mansion," he whispers softly into your ear before running off from the police that just got arrive to take the corpses away,

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Hoodie

Hoodie or Brian is surprisingly can be sweet when taking care of his s/o who has Tourette syndrome. He knows some of the killers in proxies might have Tourette Syndrome and how they work.

Unlike Masky and Jeff. He has lots of patience to help you around, listening to you venting and then helping you around when you cannot do certain things because of the tics (more than Masky I mean).

If there’s anything that causes your tics to worsen like stress, anxiety, certain emotions or a task. He would take care of the task quickly and then try to distract you away from those emotions.

Since I can see he can handle Ticci Toby more than Masky who would often explode at him, You can rely on him a lot more than anyone else in the creepypasta.

Just like Ticcu Toby, he would constantly check up on you but most of the time you didn't notice it because he always checks up on you as he's hiding in the darkness...like a batman.

He is also low-key protective of you but you don't even see it because he would immediately remove the things that cause your tics to go bad when you're not looking.

Also he would definitely remind you if you need some kind of medicine at certain hours. I headcanon he has a great memory so he would never forget reminding you.

Hoodie would be the best partner you could ever ask for a killer because I can see that the tics you would have around him are minor tics and it's almost rare having a worse tics when he is around.

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Two figures standing inside of the living room with one of them crossing both of their arms, eyes squinted with lips pursed together and the inner side of their cheeks sucked on like a fish. (Y/N) (L/N) glares at the killer with Mustard coloured hoodie killer with a white feminine mask.

It was usually rare that you had a fight with one of the closest proxies inside of the mansion but today is just the day where a small conversation turns into a disagreement between Masky and you. It was clear that you are trying to not explode in anger but Masky sometimes can be a little bit insensitive.

"H-how many times I need to t-tell you. Don't leave the dish around and not clean it. It's dirty," you said and trying to hold down your clicking noise from your mouth.

"Well, I said I will do it later," Masky shakes his head.

"But y-you usually would l-leave it," You were getting annoyed.

"That doesn't mean you have to patronise me!" Masky snarls.

"I-I'm not!" You twitched.

"I-I-I"M N-N-NOT!" Masky mimicking you, clearly mocking your tourette.

Brian who was also there while making coffe for himself was surprised. The orange hooded killer immediately going up to him and smacking Masky's head upside down whereas you stare at him with shock. You did not expect that Masky would pull that stunt on you as anger building up in you and the jerking motions of your head and hands getting heavier.

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" Masky whined in anger, glaring at Hoodie.

"You shouldn't have done that. You made their/his/her Tourette worse than before," Hoodie scolded Masky before walking up to you with his hands holding one of yours.

His right hand gently placed on top of your back before giving a comforting trace that followed your spine "It's okay...it's okay. Let's go meditate in my room and forget all of this," he whispered into your ears, giving the comfort that you need. You could not help but smile at his sweet gesture, he would always be taking care of you whenever you need his help.

"Thank you," you whisper but not loud enough for him to hear it.

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#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta x reader #cps headcanon #cps imagine #cps scenario #cps fluff #tw: disability #tw: profanities #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #masky #masky x reader #masky headcanons #hoodie #hoodie x reader #hoodie headcanons #marble hornets

[trashmouthkid]

i know you carry a torch for reddie (and I am so grateful) but do you think you got any crumbs to spare byler?

(a/n: boy howdy, can I definitely try! sorry this took so long <3)

Were it not for the hand on his shoulder shaking him awake, Will Byers would not have known he was screaming.

He thinks, for one brief, normalizing moment, that it’s El, before remembering that El isn’t here and that’s probably the reason for his screaming in the first place. Instead it’s Mike, on his knees by the edge of the bed, hovering over Will. He must have been dead asleep on the floor only seconds ago, because he looks terrified but exhausted, and when he sees that Will’s fully conscious, he collapses back on his heels with a huff of relief.

“Will, Christ. Hi. I didn’t, um.” He offers a shaky smile, moving back some to give Will space to sit up. “I didn’t think you were gonna wake up.” 

“I’m up,” Will murmurs, peering around the dark room to collect himself. “Sorry.” He can feel Mike watching him carefully, but can’t meet his eyes. He’s trying to remember what he’d been dreaming about, but he’s drawing a blank.

“I didn’t know you still had them. The, uh, nightmares.” Mike coughs, and there’s an anxious edge to it.

“Just regular ones,” Will tells him. “And not recently. They’re not so bad.” 

But that’s a lie, he thinks. He’s sweat-soaked and trembling, and feels shaken to his core. And Mike is here, and—well, always isn’t a word he’s been able to use in a long time, but it comes from that always place, and it doesn’t change anything. Isn’t making anything better. At least, not in an immediate way. And was that age? Or was it—

“Shit.”

Will bends forward as a wave of nausea hits him, burying his face in his hands, and his hands in his lap.

“Woah,” Mike says, sounding startled. “Hey, y’know…I get nightmares. Nancy, too, I’m pretty sure. It’s not just you and El over here alone.”

But suddenly it's not about the nightmares anymore, and Will makes a frustrated noise.

“No, you don’t—“ He stops himself, takes a breath. Lets it out. “You didn’t go missing when you were 12, Mike.” He can hardly make out the shape of Mike’s face in the dark, but somehow he can see him blink. “That was three years ago and I still…I mean, I still can’t tell what’s different because everyone’s getting older or what’s different because I was gone.”

“Will…”

“I lost a week of my life but it feels like years, sometimes. Sometimes it feels like I’m still losing time. And then to move away from—” he chokes around everyone, doesn’t have it in him to lie. It’s spilling out of him. “—from you, Mike? And you never call.” 

He turns, before Mike can see his face. He turns on his side and pulls the covers up over his shoulders, and it’s quiet. For a long time. The bed doesn’t move, and he imagines Mike staring at him. Or staring at the wall, or staring at the palms of his hands. Thinking. He feels entirely too young to hurt this much. Too small. He pulls the covers tighter around him, trying to close the open wound of himself.

Mike whispers: “I miss you, Will.” Another stretch of silence, and then, even quieter: “I don’t think I know how to talk to you anymore.”

The bed creaks, and Will says: “Will you stay?”

“What?”

“Here.” Will burrows further into his pillow, until he can barely hear himself speak. “The nightmares…when it’s El or when it’s…we always stay. Will you stay?”

He feels the bed dip and imagines Mike situating himself alongside him, long and awkward limbs stretched out over the covers. A hesitant pause, and then a hand on his arm, resting. Feather-light.

“Like this?”

Will nods, not trusting his own voice, and lets himself relax into the mattress. Mike’s hand never moves away, though he thinks maybe, as he’s drifting off, he feels it wrap further around, pulling him in.

#byler #fanfic #mine #when i do my rewatch i will be better equipped to write st content but as it stands #i don't remember s1-3 at all #hope this is okay

[mytrashcanlife]

As Fire Loves Innocence (Xavier Thorpe x Reader) Pt. 2

Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA and Trauma, Angst, Mentions of underaged drinking. 

Ajax and Xavier walk down the hall to their rooms. Within 24 hours every rumor possible had been circulated about the new girl. This was the only time recent Nevermore history that the rule against co-ed dormitories had been waived for a student. “Dude, you’re rooming with a girl now? How is that allowed?” “Apparently both our parents signed off on it.” “Have you met her?” “My dad said we went to camp together as kids, but I don’t remember her. That was a long time ago and we never kept in touch.” “Well let me know how it goes.” “I will” You turn around as you hear the key in the lock of the room. As the door opens, you’re met with a tall, thin, boy with long hair and a lopsided smile. He closes the door and leans back against it. “So, you’re my new roommate?” “That’s me. I’m Y/N.” “Xavier. Nice to meet you. So…You wanna tell me what happened that was so insane that my dad agreed to this PR nightmare waiting to happen?” “Well, I don’t think it’s that bad.” “I heard you burned a man alive.” “On the court record yes, but that’s not what happened.” “What happened then?” “Not important.” “So, you didn’t kill a man?” “I said I didn’t burn him alive.” “That doesn’t make me feel any better about my chances.” “You’ll be fine. I don’t imagine you would get yourself into that bad a situation. Although if what I heard about last year is true, you should really be more worried about arrows and Nevermore should be more concerned with the behaviors of its teachers rather than its students.” The tension finally breaks as Xavier laughs. “fair enough” “So, what do you do? Do you have visions like your dad?” “Not quite. I sometimes get dreams of premonitions but mostly I just do this” He raises his hand and looks over your shoulder. You look at him confused before you turn around to find the butterflies from a few of his drawing were circling and moving closer until they were above you. “Whoa. That’s amazing.” He waves his hand, and the bugs all return to their respective papers, back the way they were. “It’s nothing impressive. I just make pictures move. I’m getting better at it though.” “it’s cool” “Thank you. What do you do?” Knock knock knock “Xavier? Is your new roommate in there? I’m supposed to give her a tour” Xavier Smiles and rolls his eyes as he opens the door to reveal a short blonde girl, with short hair and color in it. “Y/N this is Enid.” “Hi Enid” “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m in charge of your tour so if you’ll just come with me I’ll show you where all your classes are and all that fun stuff.” The two of you leave and walk out into the main courtyard. “The main four groups are the Scales, Sirens over there.” Enid points to a group of students with the most stunning eyes you had ever seen. “The one closest to the fountain with the short hair is Bianca. She was dating your roommate at one point but they broke up two semesters ago. I think they’re friends-ish now but just a heads up on that dynamic.” “Thanks?” “Next up is the Stoners, Gorgons. They all wear the hats so they don’t accidentally turn everyone to stone. Oh! There’s Ajax! I’ll introduce you. AJAX!” One of the students from the group looks up and waves at Enid. He walks over to the two of you. “Ajax this is Y/N. She’s new.” “Hey! You’re Xavier’s new roommate, right? He’s my best friend.” “Nice to meet you.” “How did you convince the new principle to let you room with him?” “There were no other rooms available, so we had to get written permission from both of our parents.” “That’s crazy though. Xavier’s dad is ridiculously strict.” “The room is almost split down the middle. There’s a big screen I change behind, and there’s all sorts of rules. It’s a whole deal and believe me if I had another option, I would take it.” “Yeah Ajax, nobody wants to live with boys. I have brothers I would know.” “Whatever. Enid if you need me, you know where to find me. See ya later y/n” He runs back over to his friends and Enid turns to you continue the tour. “Next up is the Vampires. We call them the Fangs. They aren’t the most social group though. Finally, we have the furs or the werewolves. AKA yours truly.” “What about those of us with miscellaneous powers?” “You just make friends where you can. Look if you need anything at all ask me. Any friend of Xavier’s is a friend of mine, and if you need to know about anyone ask. I know everything about everyone. Now what’s your class schedule?” You hand her the piece of paper with the schedule on it. He face quickly becomes even more excited. “We have the same classes! And Xavier is them with us so just leave with him in the morning and I’ll tell him to show you where they are.” “Okay sounds good. Thank you, Enid.” “No problem girly. I’ll see you tomorrow” Enid dropped you back off at your dorm so you could unpack, and you mentally prepared yourself for the semester to come.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x y/n #xavier thorpe fanfic #wednesday

[justatinybunwriting]

The Cookie Thief

I've posted this drawing before on my old account, but what you may not know is that there's a small snippet that I wrote to go along with it! Since it did relatively well on another site, I figured I'd share it here ^^ Full short story is under the cut!

A blinding light suddenly peered in from the crack that was formed, which had consumed all but the shadows that were on the furthest edges of the "room." Jac's window of escape was long gone, as there was no way she could have been able to dive through the gap in the walls in time. She knew she had to accept her fate the moment she swung her head around to face the one obstacle that stood between her and the prized treasure chest.

Richard had a feeling that the little trouble maker was up to no good when he failed to catch sight of her for the last half hour. Thankfully for him, Jac had underestimated the Wile giant's exceptionally keen nose. When he opened the pantry door he could only sigh at the would be cookie thief- at the very least he didn't catch her stuffing herself with the enormous baked sweets just yet, though it was not a moment too soon.

"I don't know how you got in there," Richard said with a playful glint. "But you could have just asked."

Jac huffed. "You're probably just going to give me the human sized cookies like you've always done!"

"True. But don't you think that giant sized sweets are a little bit, I dunno... bad for you? Hm?"

Jac could only give out a small groan in response. Richard then presented a hand to the smaller human, placing it palm up next to her feet.

"Care for a lift?"

"Am I goin to jail, officer?" Jac teased with a slight displeasure in her tone. Richard opened his eyes widely to that remark but he returned to his normal wily expression within a second's time.

"No? You've got to remember Jac, I have to be in the mood for that. I'm not very hungry right now."

"I'm surprised you turned that down."

Richard almost regretted what he had just said, but he snapped himself right out of it. "The only thing you're getting for this is... uh, eating a whole plate of veggies for supper. You can get one Oreo after that."

"NO! YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!! THAT'S CRUEL AND UNUSUAL PUNISHMENT!!"

With that statement, Jac scurried to the back of the cabinet. And thus began a feeble attempt to climb up a giant sized cookie tin. Richard gave out yet another sigh before he scooped up the tiny woman in a gentle yet firm grip; squirm as she might, there was no way Jac could get out of the Wile giant's hand. When he opened his palms, Jac had her arms crossed with her cheeks puffed as much as she could fill them up with air.

"Don't give me that look." Richard replied. "You know what giant sweets will do to you."

"I'm aware..."

Jac couldn't hold that momentum for much longer, and that frown had turned into more of a pout, with a hint of sorrow.

Richard could assume that the effort she took to get to where he found her couldn't have been easy. And after he saw her turn genuinely upset about this his heart ached... almost. He glanced back at the assorted cookies in their containers before turning his head towards his best friend on his hand. At that exact time, a light bulb went off in his head.

"All right, all right." He said as he placed Jac down on the dining table.

He pulled out the tin that held the chocolate chips and opened the lid, which in turn caused Jac to have renewed sparkles in her eyes. Upon noticing, this had caused Richard to roll his. He then pulled out a single chip from a cookie and dropped it on her awaiting hands, and in a blink of an eye she devoured it with a few large bites.

"Jeebus Christ, Jac..." A slightly unnerved Richard scoffed. "You weren't supposed to warf it down!"

"That's not much different from how you eat sometimes."

"Hey! At... least Wile giants can handle it better than humans can. Next time, slow it down a little!"

"There's a next time?" Jac took that opportunity straight away.

"Uh... well! If I don't see you breaking into my stuff again before tonight, then I'll give you one more chocolate chip after dinner. But that's it for giant sweets for a while."

"Deal!"

She shook Richard's index finger to that. Somehow, however, Richard had a feeling that she was not going to stick to her end of the bargain.

#bun draws #bun writes #oc: jac #oc: richard #Jack in the Beanstalk Society #sfw giant #beanstalk bites #g/t writing #g/t