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I Would Get Into Millions of Accidents Just to See You, Chapter 2 (aka Nurse Geralt AU)

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Geralt is not someone who is an active social media user. He has never been.

Hell, he wouldn’t even use WhatsApp if he didn’t have to.

He thinks that apps like this make people so accessible, and leaves little privacy, and ironically, despite it’s called “social media” it makes people less social. He has lost count of how many times he has seen a group of friends sitting somewhere and scrolling through some apps on their phone or something instead of talking to each other.

Of course, it depends on one’s use, but from what he can tell, whenever you’re online, people tend to think that you have all the time in the world.

So no, thank you very much. He likes his privacy.

Whenever he says that “Social media is for people who don’t have nothing better and important to do,” Ciri just gives him The Look ™ and says: “Okay, boomer.”

He has no idea what the hell it’s supposed to mean, but he is sure it’s not something good.

Once Ciri had downloaded some dating app on his phone without his permission while he was sleeping his ass off after a very tiring night shift. That little match-maker of a girl.

And not only that, but also she had said: “I texted some of the users for you! The ones I thought you might like. One of them seemed nice, I like her energy. So, anyway, long story short, you have a date this weekend. You can thank me later.”

“Excuse me, you did what?!”

Needless to say, Ciri wasn’t allowed to use the internet for three days after that.

“I just want you to be happy,” on the third day, Ciri had said out of the blue while they were reading I, Robot together —they were both into sci-fi, and reading was a great escape from thinking about all the things going on in life.

“You deserve love. Everyone does. Your whole life is nothing but me and your job, and… You deserve happiness, dad. You deserve love.”

“Come here,” Geralt had said, opening his arms wide for her to embrace him, which Ciri had applied.

“I am happy, pumpkin.”

“You could be happier… If there was someone you loved and dated—”

“Ciri, look. Love is… A beautiful thing.” he started ‘Even though it can be hurtful,’ was left unsaid.

“But love doesn’t necessarily mean the affection between a couple. It doesn’t just mean romantic love. Love can be in many forms, shapes, and different ways. Love of self, of animals, of nature, friends, family… We experience love every day when you think about it. You can find it in everything. Even in a slice of homemade pie that Mrs. April brought us today.”

“I love pie! But dad, I doubt that if a slice of pie can tell you that you look lovely today. A cutie-pie on the other hand—”

“Ciri, have you been even listening to me?”

“…and a pie can’t run their fingers through your hair-”

Geralt sighs, “Why am I even trying?”

“Deep down you know I’m right. Dad… How about you just… give her a chance? For me? Just see how it goes?”

"Is it gonna make you happy if I do that?”

“So happy!”

“And you’re not gonna do something like that ever again.”

“Promise!”

“Not downloading stupid apps on my phone, and not trying to set me up.”

“You got it, Cap!”

Geralt had met with that woman, and they just didn’t click.

True to her word, Ciri never has done something like that again.

***

Geralt is not someone who likes social media.

But there he is, looking at the musician’s posts instead of sleeping—even though he has to get up early as always tomorrow—scrolling through the app, and feeling like a high school girl with a stupid crush.

He reads every little caption the musician had written.

Surprisingly- well, maybe not so surprisingly- his songs aren’t the only thing he posts about.

He posts about random things; sometimes it’s a pretty flower he came across this morning, sometimes it’s a kitten, a book he is currently reading, food recipes, his drawings, things like that.

His account seems like just his personality.

Filled with all the beautiful colors in the word. Filled with joy, and every little thing he shares feels so sincere. Personal.

[I tried that recipe @Brianricci has sent me and it still feels like there are fireworks in my stomach, so here’s a little drawing for you my life-saver pasta-mate.]

That one makes Geralt smile. Reminds him of that day.

***

“I have something for you, Mr. Should Have Been A Model But Became A Nurse For Some Reason. Not that I’m complaining, for the record. The only thing I have complaints about is your hospital’s awful food. So awful that it should be illegal. A sin, even. You’re sinning whenever you guys force people to eat that food. I can only imagine your staff’s weekly confessing: ‘Forgive me father for I’ve sinned.’

‘What’s wrong, immortal one? What did you do?’

‘Oh, father, even bathing myself in holy water can’t cleanse me from my sins! I made my patient eat that awful food, I had to, father! I had to! I had no choice! But I have faith that I can change that one day!’

‘Faith becomes you. Stay with it. Keep fighting the good fight with all thy might.’

God help him this man is so ridiculous.

“Why are you suddenly Anthony Hopkins from The Rite?”

“Eh, just felt like it,” Jaskier shrugs “Your jello is pretty good though, so, good deed point. And your nurses aren’t half bad either, so I heard.”

Jaskier winks at him.

The audacity of that man.

“Anyway! As I was saying, I have something for you—”

“I have something for you, too, Mr. Pankratz,” Geralt says. He has a good guess about what Jaskier has for him.

A drawing of a flower.

He had heard the staff talking about how the pretty patient in room 242 has been giving flower drawings to pretty much everyone while he was walking around.

“Why thank you, you shouldn’t have! You brought some wine for me or something? For the celebration for my third week here? You’re so kind, my good sir.”

“It’s your medicines.”

“…ever the heartbreaker. I take back everything I said. You’re the devil in disguise.”

After Geralt gives him his medicines, Jaskier pulls a scratch book under his pillow and carefully tears a page from it. He gives it to Geralt.

“I thought I was the devil in disguise?” The nurse says as he takes the drawing from him “Are you sure that you should give demons a flower draw—”

Geralt can’t finish his sentence.

Because what he is looking at certainly is not a flower drawing.

It’s a man who holds a syringe in his hand with a kind smile on his face, and the syringe is filled with cute little hearts.

It’s him.

There’s a giant cactus standing behind him for some reason Geralt finds it hard to understand why.

He has seen the other drawings, and they are nothing like this one. This one looks like Jaskier has tried his hardest to make it perfect. Put everything in it. It’s perfect and detailed as if he had drawn it while looking at Geralt. It also seems familiar for some reason.

“—in conclusion, devils are fallen angels, so…” Geralt hears Jaskier talking.

Yet he is too busy to say something as he keeps looking at the drawing in his hands.

“Ooops, did I go too far with the hearts?”

“Hm.”

“Geralt? Say something, please? Oh God, I broke my nurse. They’re sooo gonna sue me. And I don’t think I can afford a good lawyer, I’ll rot in jails, I’m too young to rot in jails, I can’t be someone’s bitch, I’m not even—”

“May I ask why is there a cactus standing behind me?”

“A comment! Phew! Finally! Well, that would be because you’re just like a cactus.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Better than being a weed, Dandelion.”

Jaskier holds his hand to his chest and gasps, feigning offense.

“Words hurt, Geralt. Words hurt.

I meant it as, like, let’s face it, you’re kinda prickly on the outside sometimes, but soft on the inside? A cactus in the desert.”

Geralt sighs.

“And now you imply that my hospital is a desert. How nice. What’s next?”

“You don’t like it?”

“It’s okay.”

It’s obviously more than okay, but teasing with the young man is fun, and everyone needs some fun in their lives once in a while.

“If you don’t appreciate my drawing just give it back,” Jaskier makes grabby hands as he pouts like a little kid that just dropped his ice cream, “I’m pretty sure it’ll look good on my fridge anyway. No trouble for me.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“I’m not giving this back. Too late, you should’ve thought that before you gave it to me. Can’t take it back now.”

“If you don’t say something nice about my spectacular drawing you can be sure that I’m gonna take it back from your hands even if that means putting up a fight.”

“How bold of you to think that you’re in a condition to put up a fight.”

“You’d be surprised. And if I can’t, your other nurse friends and your fellow patients can do it for me. I haven’t been handing out flower drawings for nothing all day.”

“And you say I am the devil in disguise.”

“I never said I was an angel, have I? Seriously though, you have ten seconds to pay a compliment to my drawing. Ten—”

“ ‘Okay’ was a compliment.”

“I beg to differ, since when ‘okay’ is a compliment? Say that to the Italian chef in Mamma Mia when he asks how is the pasta and see if he takes ‘okay’ as a compliment and doesn’t pour half-full pasta plate over your head, and ruin your favorite bee shirt. Also, nine.”

“That was oddly specific. Did that happen to you?”

“Eight, I have no idea what you’re talking about, I was just being hypothetical. Seven, six—”

“I bet he wouldn’t threaten me with taking my meal back if I did at least.”

“Sev— wait a second I was counting backwards, weren’t I? Where were we? Five!”

“Man, you’re really no good at math.”

“Wanna know what I’m good at? Many things, and fighting happens to be one of them. Four, ” Jaskier attempts to get up from the bed, somehow forgetting about his broken leg for a split second and swears: “Ah, cock!”

Geralt barely holds back a laugh at that one.

“Careful.”

“I can still verbally fight you.”

“You’ve been already doing that for the last five minutes.”

“…three.”

“You never give up, do you?” Geralt rolls his eyes with a smile, “It’s a good drawing. I really like it.”

Another lie.

He doesn’t just like it, he loves it.

But even saying that he likes it is enough to make Jaskier beam at him.

“You gave everyone a flower drawing,” he points out “but I get a cactus and a drawing of myself, why is that? It must have taken some time to draw this.”

“A special drawing for a special nurse.” Not making eye contact, Jaskier says so softly that Geralt nearly misses it. “Yeah, it sure took some time to draw it, and my schedule was so full because of all the crazy hospital parties you guys keep throwing that I could hardly find the time, but eh, I managed somehow.”

“Sucks that they never invite me to that parties,” the nurse jokes back. “Seriously though, thank you. I appreciate it.”

“I’d like to draw something for Ciri, too. But I’m saving it for later when I can meet her. You didn’t tell her that I’m here, right?”

“She doesn’t know.”

“Good! Keep it that way.”

***

Smiling at the memory, Geralt rises from his bed to take the drawing from his bedside drawer. No, of course he doesn’t look at it every day, what are you talking about?

If he hadn’t promised Jaskier that he wouldn’t let Ciri know until these two can meet in person, this drawing would be on his wall already.

Maybe next to Ciri’s painting of a white wolf.

He had considered doing so but then decided that it would be wise if he didn’t. No doubt Ciri would figure out it was Jaskier’s drawing as soon as she would see it. It was signed by him, after all. Not that Ciri couldn’t figure it out without the signature.

“What the hell, Geralt” The nurse snorts to himself and runs a hand over his face as he imagines his room filled with the drawings of his daughter, and Jaskier’s. “What are you gonna dream about next? Ciri being a flower girl at your wedding?”

Fuck.

He is totally dreaming about it now.

God, it’s crazy how much he misses him, even though he doesn’t really know him.

Ciri already is crazy about Jaskier, and Geralt looks forward to them to meet, to see how Ciri is going to react when she sees him. He feels like the two would talk non-stop, and he would just listen to them talking about God knows what.

He would have no problem with that; in fact.

“I’ll give him a call tomorrow,” he thinks.

He wants to see Jaskier again.

(Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of Jaskier in this chapter, but it was like:

-So, it’s time for you to meet Ciri!

-Hah, well, I love her, but I don’t think so. Not yet.

-But Ciri-

-You can have me as a Flashback Guest in this chapter, nothing more.

-But my plan wasn’t like this.

-Too bad, I’m my own character.

Let me know what you think please. Have a good day everyone ~ 💛)

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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just imagine this: slender and jack are going out and bc all the responsible pastas are out they hire a babysitter (y/n) to look after slendra. she’s rlly shy at first but eventually she and y/n become best friends (and they steal slender’s gramophone to play some music while they make cookies and maybe wreck the kitchen in the process depending on y/n and slendra’s combined skills)

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS REQUEST AND I HAD A BLAST WRITING IT sorry it took so long school murdered me plus I was jumping from draft to draft and just. A lot happened ok. I didn’t get all the prompts in because I couldn’t work em in but I feel like I did good. I loved writing y/n just subtly noticing that this house Is Not Human and it- it was a fun dynamic to do gshdjdshj Also new hc this is the origin story for y/n in the poly slenjack fics

You're starting to have regrets about taking this babysitting job. Maybe it was that you'd seen too many slasher movies, or maybe you were just paranoid. Or maybe it was the fact that you were dragging your bike through the woods in order to get to the address you'd been given. The sane part of your brain is saying that this is dangerous and you should turn back, but the broke millennial part of your brain is saying that the $500 paycheck is too good to pass up. I mean- $500? For babysitting for one night? That's insane! It’s gotta be a joke right? Maybe it is. Maybe you are going to be murdered horribly tonight in the middle of the woods.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sight of- a house. Presumably the house you’re supposed to be babysitting in. It’s gigantic- more of a mansion than a house. The outside looks refined and welcoming. There’s even flowers planted around the place. Cute pink pansies and blossoming bushes of roses. You look around hesitantly, then wheel your bike along up to the front door. You very carefully lean it against the wall and look around some more. How come you never heard about this place? I mean- a giant house in the woods? Why has that never come up? You’d think someone would talk about it, right?

As you’re looking around this odd place you realise something. It’s sprawling with cats. At first you only noticed a couple, and assumed they were pets, but now your counting has hit the double digits. Why do cats hang around here? Are they all pets? Is the owner of this mysterious house a cat person? Or do they just- kidnap cats? What if you’re babysitting a cat…

Okay no that’s dumb. You turn around again and knock on the front door. It’s silent for a moment, and out of awkwardness you look down at your feet. You’re standing on a fancy doormat that reads ‘welcome’ in elegant cursive. The door opens and your head shoots up to attention.

Standing in the doorway is a tall man. Far taller than you. His skin is deathly pale, almost white, and his hair is neat and blonde. He’s wearing a suit, and as he looks down at you you realise his eyes are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen.

‘’M-mister Schlankwald?’’ you ask, stepping back and away from this strange man. He nods and smiles.

‘’That’s me.’’ he holds out a hand to you. ‘’You must be y/n, yes? The babysitter?’’ he smiles gently, and you realise he actually- looks kind of nervous. That’s a tad reassuring. You take his hand and shake it. You nod.

‘’Yeah, that’s me.’’ you say. He steps aside and you cross the threshold. As you take your coat off you look around. Past the small entryway is a large living room. There're three whole couches, and a few more armchairs scattered around. There’s a large TV surrounded by cabinets full of DVDs and videogames- it looks like a very luxurious place. And also there’s more cats just- hanging around in various places, but you’re not really paying attention to them. Your attention is grabbed by the person standing in the living room. He’s- insanely tall, with long black hair, striped socks and sleeves, feathers on his shoulders for some reason and- bandages. Just wrapped around his torso. He’s also wearing a grey crop top, and what you assume to be white face paint. His nose is striped too, and cone shaped. Everything he’s wearing is either black or white. You stare at him in surprise and just- disbelief. He raises a hand in greeting.

‘’Ey.’’ his voice is deep and rough. ‘’Ye’re th’ si’er?’’

You blink for a moment, not sure what he- even just said. ‘’Y-yes?’’ you say, hoping that’s the right answer. Apparently it was, because he smiles at you.

‘’Ah!’’ he steps towards you and leans down, holding out his hand. ‘’Me name’s Jack. pleased ta mee’ ya!’’

You shake his hand and nod. ‘’I’m y/n.’’ you murmur. Jack stands back up and you look over your shoulder at Mr Schlankwald. He gestures to the other male.

‘’This is Jack, my husband,’’ he explains. ‘’Do excuse the makeup. He’s a performer, you see.’’

‘’Ah.’’ you relax a bit. A performer...that makes sense. I guess. You look around a bit. ‘’So uh- where’s the kid?’’ In all this strangeness you almost forgot why you hiked into the deep dark woods.

‘’Righ’ ‘ere.’’ You turn to look at Jack again and watch him step aside to reveal a small girl who’d apparently been hiding behind him before. Her eyes widen as she comes into view and she stares at you. Her skin is a dark, almost reddish-brown colour. Her face is peppered with freckles and her hair hangs around her shoulders. It’s bright blonde, like Mr Schlankwald’s, but a bit more yellow. She quickly skitters back to Jack’s leg and hides behind him again. You frown. Jack looks at you. ‘’She’s a bi’ shy.’’ he murmurs. He crouches down to the girl. ‘’Ey, luv, i’s okay. Th’ si’er isn’ gonna ‘urt ya.’’

‘’Wh-wha’ if I scare ‘em or say somefink?’’ she mumbles. She has the slightest hint of her father’s accent, but more- refined almost. And a lot easier to understand.

‘’Ye’re no’ gonna, ye’re a smart girlie, ain’t ya?’’

Mr Schlankwald taps your shoulder and you look over at him. ‘’We- haven’t gotten a sitter before, so she’s a little nervous about the whole thing.’’

You nod. ‘’That’s alright, I’ve had shy kids before.’’ you smile at him. He seemingly brightens up.

‘’Righ’,’’ Jack’s voice interrupts you two. You look at him as he stands up. The girl shyly steps out from behind him and Jack lightly pats her head, ruffling her hair. ‘’We’d be’er ge’ goin’, luv.’’

‘’Of course.’’ Mr Schlankwald says. He shakes your hand once more and then looks at the girl. He holds out his arms and she quickly runs over, hugging him tight. ‘’Be good now, won’t you my dear?’’

‘’I will.’’ she mumbles. Her parents step away, with Jack heading for the door. Mr Schlankwald looks at you again.

‘’Her bedtime is at nine thirty, snacks are in the kitchen,’’ he nods towards a door behind you. ‘’Feel free to help yourself.’’

‘’Got it!’’ you chirp back as they leave. Once the door has closed it’s just you and the girl. She turns slowly and looks at you. You smile at her and lean down to her. ‘’Hiya.’’ you greet. ‘’I’m y/n. What’s your name?’’

She gulps and steps towards you. The tiny child looks you dead in the eyes and holds out her hand to you. ‘’I’m Slendra. Slendra Jackson.’’ she says with all the authority of a business CEO. you almost, ALMOST, crack up laughing but force yourself to take her seriously. You shake her hand.

‘’Well nice to meet you.’’ she retracts her hand. ‘’How old are you, Slendra?’’

‘’Fo-’’ she stops. ‘’Eigh'. I’m eigh'.’’ she folds her hands behind her back, just like her father did. You smile at her. She takes after her father, you suppose. It’s cute.

‘’So what do you like? Got any hobbies?’’

‘’Uhh…’’ she toys with the sleeve of her striped shirt. ‘’I like...music...and bakin'...I like readin' too and uh-’’ she shrugs. ‘’That’s abou' it, I guess.’’

You nod. ‘’I see.’’ you smile at her. ‘’So what do you wanna do? We got…’’ you glance down at your watch. ‘’Three and a half hours to kill.’’ She shifts on her feet and shrugs again. You tilt your head at her. ‘’We could watch TV...maybe draw something? Are you hungry?’’

She seems to perk up a little bit. ‘’I have drawin’ stuff in my room,’’ she says. ‘’We could do tha'.’’ there’s a glint of excitement in her eyes. ‘’I-if you want to.’’

‘’Of course I do,’’ you stand up and smile at her. ‘’Lead the way.’’

Slendra smiles a little in excitement and turns, heading quickly up the stairs. You follow after her, looking around curiously. This place is massive. Upstairs is a hallway with doors running all along the right. Each one is decorated differently. One is striped, with ‘laughing jack’ written on it, another is pink with a castle-shaped sign on it that reads ‘Sally’ and under it ‘& Dina’ is written in what looks like sharpie. The one right across from the stairs that Slendra climbs up has a metal sign on it, decorated with a skull and crossbones, that reads ‘Kate’s room, keep out!’

You follow Slendra up the staircase and arrive on the third floor. Slendra leads you to her room. Her door is also decorated, with flowers and butterflies and bowties. Her walls are purple, and the room kind of reminds you of...and office. She has a large desk covered in boxes and papers. Shelves are piled high with toys and trinkets, and she has a massive bookcase stuffed to the brim with- well, books. Fairy lights hang over her bed, which is large and round and covered in pillows and plushies. Glow in the dark stickers decorate her ceiling and walls.

Slendra grabs a large plastic tub from under her desk and drops some paper sheets onto it. She picks up the tub and smiles at you. You frown. ‘’Isn’t that heavy?’’

‘’Huh?’’ she looks at the box. ‘’I guess- I’m kind’ve strong though.’’

You smile a bit. ‘’I bet you are.’’ you step towards the door and open it. ‘’C’mon. If you need help with that I’ll take it.’’

Slendra shakes her head and walks past you. ‘’I got it.’’ she says, holding her head up proudly to show off how big and independent she is. You smirk a bit and follow after her. You walk past the hallway of odd doors and through the living room into the kitchen. Slendra places her box on the dining table and smiles over her shoulder at you. You glance around the kitchen. it’s- well, a normal kitchen. The fridge is covered in children’s drawings and magnets, but oddly no photos. Thinking about it now, you haven’t seen a single photo up on the walls. Odd.

‘’So you like drawing, huh?’’ you say to Slendra. She pulls out a chair, which has a big ginger cat sleeping on it. She pets it and nods.

‘’My brother Helen is an ar'ist. He lets me join 'im sometimes, and he teaches me a lo'.’’ she smiles over at you.

‘’Your brother’s name is Helen?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ she tilts her head. ‘’It’s a unisex name innit?’’

You- don’t really have the heart to say no, so you just nod. ‘’How many siblings do you have?’’ you ask, watching the ginger cat roll over. Slendra scratches its stomach.

‘’Ten.’’ she replies without batting an eye. You freeze for a second. You blink. Huh- so- Mr Schlankwald, the strange gay man who lives in a mansion in the woods, apparently has eleven children. You slowly tilt your head.

‘’How many people live here…?’’

‘’Fourteen, though my uncle Ivan sometimes comes to visi', so maybe fifte- oh!’’ she’s interrupted by the ginger cat suddenly jumping down off the chair and wandering off somewhere. She climbs up onto the now empty chair and looks over the table at you. "Dad left snacks for us," she points over at the counter by the fridge. "Do you wanna grab some?"

"Oh uh- sure." You walk over to the counter Slendra pointed to. There's some plates and a bowl covered in tin foil, probably to keep the cats from eating whatever's been left for you. You grab one of the plates and peel away the tin foil. You're greeted by a plate that's sectioned into thirds. Each third contains...snacks? Of some sort. One section is miscellaneous coloured potato chips, one is full of little black squares that look like...seaweed? Maybe? And the third section looks like- thin slices of various vegetables. Dried out to a crisp. You slowly glance over at Slendra.

"What're uh- what're these?"

"Oh! Dad's healthy snacks. They're real good." She smiles. "Try one!"

You hesitate, then reach to grab one of the potato chips. They're all different colours. Orange, red, yellow- even a couple purple ones. You grab a yellow one and very carefully bite into it. Your eyes widen as you chew. It's...good. really good. A nice balance of cheese, onion- are those chives? Yeah! Chives. Fancy. You pick up a second, orange one and toss it into your mouth. It's a bit sweeter, but still just as good.

Pulling aside the foil on the bowl you're greeted by popcorn, nuts, and various shaped potato chips that also appear to be homemade. You grab one and toss it into your mouth, and get hit with soy sauce and spices. Surprising, but still really good. It reminds you of asian takeout. You take the foil off the last plate and- "Oh! Cookies!"

"Yep! Dad made 'em especially for you." Slendra says as she opens the box she brought down and pulls out a few things. "He always tries to make sure we have food for guests. Every time we ge’ a visitor he tries to feed 'em."

"Huh…" you grab the plates very carefully and carry them over to the table, setting them down between you and Slendra, who's already begun her drawing. "What is your dad like anyway? How'd he afford a giant place like this?" You ask as you wander back over to grab the bowl you left.

"Oh uh- well-" she suddenly seems nervous. "He said tha’…" she pauses for a moment, like she's thinking. "He invested in stocks b'fore the economy wen’ bad." She finishes, speaking like she's reciting a line. You smile a bit.

"I see." You put down the bowl of various snacks and grab another potato chip. Slendra reaches over and grabs one of the black squares of seaweed, biting into it and crunching on it happily. "Weird that I never heard about this place, huh? Giant mansion in the woods…’’ Slendra stares at you, eyes wide. ‘’...That’s full of cats for some reason…’’

She nods and smiles sheepishly. ‘’Heheh, yeah…’’ she puts down her pencil and grabs a thin, dried out tomato slice, crunching on it quietly. ‘’Dad feeds 'em. He loves cats.’’

‘’Huh.’’ you grab a cookie from the plate and bite into it. It’s soft and crumbles in your mouth. Like shortbread, but with deliciously sweet chocolate chips. Without thinking you reach for a second one before you’ve even finished your first. ‘’So what’re you drawing?’’ you tilt your head at her.

‘’Fairies.’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’ you lean over to get a look. You were expecting to see friendly, childish drawings of little people with wings, but instead...you’re greeted by creatures with odd proportions, eyes in odd places, sharp teeth and mean expressions. ‘’...oh.’’ you regain your composure quickly. Kids sometimes draw scary things, it’s normal- probably. ‘’You’re really good at drawing.’’

‘’Ehh…’’ she shrugs. ‘’I guess. I’m still learnin'. Helen says I’m gettin’ better though!’’

You smile a bit. ‘’Keep practicing. By the time you’re ten I bet you’ll be amazing.’’

Slendra laughs a bit. ‘’I only really draw when Helen asks me if I want to.’’ she murmurs. ‘’I mostly like to sing.’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’

"Uh-huh. Dad taugh’ me to play piano, and pops taugh’ me the accordion." She grabs a handful of popcorn, chips and nuts from the bowl and calmly grabs a single nut, putting it in her mouth and crunching on it softly. "I'm learnin' ukulele right now."

"Wow," you tilt your head at her. "Guess your parents can afford a lot of tutors for you, huh?"

"Nah, we're all homeschooled."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "Does your dad do all of that?"

"Uh-huh. He's real smart." Slendra puts down her pencil and neatly puts her page aside. She delicately grabs a couple more snacks. She has awfully good table manners. A thing that comes from her father, you guess. ‘’He makes learnin’ fun too. My brothers say school is real borin’.’’

‘’Huh…’’

You spend a couple hours sitting there with her, watching her draw odd creatures and talk about her even more odd family. The cookies have been eaten, and most of the other snacks are gone completely. Including the seaweed squares, which weren't actually all that bad when you tried them. And now you're lounging back in your chair, petting a chubby chausie cat that's apparently named Brian.

"So...he covered up...the hole in the wall...by making more holes."

"Yep."

"...No offense but this Jeff guy sounds pretty dumb." You say. Slendra laughs a bit as she puts away her coloured pencils, dropping them back into the large box of supplies she brought down.

"Jeffery is a good boy, he means well." She murmurs. She grabs the last of the dried out tomato slices and crunches it down. "Wha’ now?"

You shrug. "I dunno. Whatever you want." you smile at her. She frowns in thought, then suddenly perks up.

"Oh! I could practice my music," she looks suddenly excited. "Dad has a lo’ of records in ‘is office. Could we listen to those? And I can play along with my ukulele."

You shrug and smile at her. ‘’Sure, I don’t see why not,’’ you tilt your head. ‘’Where’s his office?’’

‘’Downstairs.’’ Slendra hops off her chair and grabs the box. ‘’I’ll grab my things! You go wait.’’ she adds before quickly leaving the room. You laugh a bit and grab the last couple potato chips, then the half-empty bowl, just in case. After nudging Brian off your lap you walk down to the basement and look around. There’s a few rooms, but the thing that catches your attention the most though is the lounge area that’s full of comfy looking chairs and cabinets stuffed with videogames. And also the cats, there’s even more down here, but you’re kind of used to them by now.

You glance around at the doors down here. There’s three doors on the left, and none of them are really decorated. There’s a couple other doors, and one of them has a large padlock on it for some reason. The one next to it, surprisingly, is decorated. Fish and deep sea creatures are painted onto it. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by footsteps on the stairs. You look towards them and see Slendra running down them with a ukulele in hand. She grins at you as she walks up to you. You notice she has a small concertina accordion hanging off her waist from a shoulder strap. ‘’Dad has the door locked,’’ she says as she walks past you towards the last door on the left. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out...a cat claw…? You frown. ‘’I can ge’ it open though.’’

You watch her attempt to pick the lock with the claw. ‘’uh...I don’t think that’s gonna-’’

‘’Click!’’ the door opens as if to spite you. Slendra grins over at you.

‘’Told you!’’ she chirps. She walks into the office and you follow her in, bemused. Inside the office is...odd. Grey walls and carpet, lots of bookshelves, a cat tree in the corner, and comfy looking wicker chairs in front of the desk. On the walls are photos of Slendra and other kids who you assume to be her siblings. There’s an...odd painting hanging on the wall across from the door. It contains two faceless white beings, a similar being with black eyes and no mouth and a strange creature with similar black eyes and a wide smile. You frown at it. Abstract art, you suppose. The creatures remind you of Slendra’s drawings.

‘’Here we go!’’ Slendra catches your attention again. She’s knelt on the ground, looking through a drawer stuffed with records. You glance over at a table in the corner of the room. To your surprise, it isn’t a record player, it’s a gramophone. An old looking one at that. Must be an antique. It honestly wouldn’t surprise you if Mr Schlankwald was a collector or something like that. Slendra gets up and very carefully places a record on the player and drops the needle. It’s silent for a couple moments and then a delicate piano starts playing. Slendra strums her ukulele and begins to sing.

‘’I know...you belo-o-ong to so-omebody ne-ew…’’ her voice is almost...mesmerising. You relax despite yourself as she sings along. ‘’But tonight, you belo-ong to me.’’ Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you can hear multiple voices coming from her. Or maybe it’s just the vocals from the record. You’re not really paying attention. Instead you sit down in one of the wicker chairs and watch her. ‘’Although…’’ she smiles a bit. ‘’You’re a apa-a-art, of my he-e-a-art,’’ her eyes catch yours. They seem to glint a moment and something- odd, passes over you. You suddenly feel extremely relaxed, all tenseness leaving your body. You lean back in your chair. ‘’And tonight, you belo-ong, to me.’’

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You don’t remember much else from the evening after that. Just that Slendra continued singing along to the greatest hits from the fifties and sixties. Things start to become a bit less fuzzy around nine thirty. Her bedtime. You read her a bedtime story, told her goodnight with a wide smile, and took a seat on the couch downstairs. Which is where you are now, watching a movie in the dim lighting. You feel...good. Really happy for some unknown reason. Not that you’re complaining.

The front door opens and you glance over as Mr Schlankwald steps inside. He closes the umbrella he's holding while Jack shakes himself off, kind of like a dog. Mr Schlankwald looks over at you and smiles.

"Ah, hello." He steps towards you, with Jack following after. He strides past the blonde and collapses himself in one of the armchairs. Somehow his makeup is still flawless despite the rain outside. "How were things?" He asks, tilting his head. He seems nervous, slightly. Jack opens one eye and looks over at you.

"Good," you sit up. "No trouble at all. She behaved excellently, we just sorta...chilled." you smile a bit. "She's the most well behaved kid I've ever looked after honestly. She didn't even complain when it came to her bedtime."

"Oh!" Mr Schlankwald smiles a bit. "I'm glad to hear that- we were worried, eheh." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He frowns. "Hm...Jack have you got three hu-"

"Righ' 'ere luv." Jack reaches into his striped sleeve and pulls out a small wad of notes. Mr Schlankwald smiles and takes them, folding them up neatly before holding them out to you.

"Five hundred, as agreed." He says as you quickly count the money. You knew you'd be getting that amount but still, actually holding the money now you can hardly believe it. You stand up quickly.

"Thank you." You barely manage to get the words out. "I had a great time babysitting her- I uh- I've babysat some real demons before so uh- heheh-" you're just rambling now because of the sheer elation of actually being given five hundred fucking dollars. Mr Schlankwald smiles, as polite as ever.

"Well, if we ever need another sitter we'll call you." He says, walking over to the door. He grabs your coat from the coat rack and holds it out. Quickly, you walk over to him and take it. He opens the door while you put it on. "Do get home safe," he murmurs. "Does your bike have a light? Do you need an umbrella?" He frowns at you, apparently worried.

"No, no. I'll be fine." You give him an anxious smile while you pull your hood up and step outside. You grab your bike, flicking on the light on the front of it. Mr Schlankwald smiles at you, pleased to see that you won't be in the dark going home. You walk off towards the forest path you followed earlier and wave over at him.

"Get home safe!" He calls as he waves back.

"I will!" You turn away from him and smile wide.

That's the best babysitting gig you've ever had.

You really, really hope they call you back for another night...

#ask #request #frozensriracha #writing request #creepypasta #creepypasta oc #slendra jackson #slenderman #laughing jack #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta fanfiction #writing #slenjack #y/n

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smallestbrown · 7 years

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consider this: modern fantasy dating sim

(click for hi res on blog!)

#drawin #original #basically an excuse to draw cute buff girls and their cool swords #botw got me on that weapons kick #gallery #love: fight

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kodzukenscorner · 4 years

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could i get a matchup if they’re still open? your writin’s hella cute lmao. i’m a 5”4.5 girl (i’m prickly about my height lmao), i think i could be described as a bruh🥺 type bc i’m all over the place. i have jaw length hair, it’s dyed blonde atm but i prefer it pink (but ya know school rules). i have a lot of freckles uhh, everywhere lmao. my eyes can’t pick a colour, they’re either blue green or grey. depends on the lightin. i’m kinda pale i tan easy but i also, lose my tan easy🌂

i have the kind of cheeks that grandmas like to pinch. dimples n everythin. i also have big thighs but they ARE rib crushin kinda strong so. no complaints. i’m prone to bein kinda dramatic, and, also a mum friend, i have a habit of tryin to fill in gaps within friend groups so i’m ✨multifaceted ✨ i use big words too. it’s to hide the fact that i have no idea what i am doin at all times. i have a habit of always lookin like i’m flirtin but i’m NOT. i’m just a FOOL. who speaks first thinks NEVER🌂 i tend to talk down on my own abilities but i’m actually p smart? i just don’t like doin homework so i, don’t do the homework. i pass tests fine so i’ve never seen the issue lmao. i’m often told i have “problems with authority” but it’s more that i have problems with bein looked down on constantly. i grew up readin the hunger games what did they expect. i like snakes n elephants! n ravens! n animals in general! i live on a farm tho so ig it’s kind of a given🌂 my hobbies are usually easier things, writin drawin readin n stuff, bc ya girl overworked a leg injury n now i am unable to sport. i used to play libero but no longer😔 i work w/ horses a lot tho! i ride en too but i’m not meant to do that so much now bc. leg injury is not improvin. i’m a chaotic neutral tbh. no survival instinct. i will do anythin on a dare. hence. i’m not meant to play truth or dare. prone to fallin a lot bc my leg is very weak and useless🌂 my apologies for the length mon chèri i like to talk about myself lmao. i know a lot of snippets of french! i learnt it to impress a girl who, failed to tell me she was just experimentin w/ her sexuality n she was actually straight😔✌️i have a few trust issues ig? my past, ‘tis messy, hence why i’m so overly focussed on tryin to get to the future lmao. i like physical affection over words, v touch starved, but uh, i also like romantic poetry bc the idea of writin a poem for someone is 💕 pure🌂

Your match is...

Oikawa Tooru

You said you were dramatic? May I introduce you to Oikawa Tooru

You guys would probably be the biggest drama queens just because of how much you play off of each other, it’s actually kind of funny

He’s also very glad that you’re often the mom friend because he could definitely use someone to help look after him

He can overwork himself at times so make sure you keep an eye on him

He also completely understands your issue with authority

He knows what it feels like to not have your skills acknowledged or to be looked down upon

He will hype you up in that case and always remind you that you are incredible!!

He definitely likes to playfully flirt with you a lot, even if it’s the cringiest thing you’ve ever heard

And when you speak without thinking first, he loves it and remembers some of the sillier things you’ve said before to tease you with later

He is the type of guy to definitely try and write poetry for you because he knows you like it and he wants to be ~romantic~ but it’s not the best

But he’s doing it because he loves you and wants to make you smile!

Runnerup:

Nishinoya Yuu

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu writing #haikyuu matchups #hq matchups #oikawa #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #hq nishinoya

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iliketodrawstuffilike · 4 years

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**~ᏰᏋᏉᏋᏝᏋᏁńᏋ ᎶᎧᏋᏝᎴᏋᏁ~**

(Be-vel-lann)

I finally finished drawin the girl!

Here’s her info!

Bevelenńe “Believe” Goelden is Heveene’s rich, bleach-blonde, pink-loving older sister! She is the leader of the Blondeabells, and is the oldest sister from the “3rd batch” of Mrs. Goelden’s children. She and her other 4 blonde sisters try to “rule” the school. They have a lot of enemies (will explain about that later...) at the school and for good reasons! Some of the students DID made their lives a nightmare during elementary school. Bevelenńe is carful when she picks who she targets. Usually, they are students who make fun of the Blondeabells behind their back, steal from them or their lockers, and trick and/play pranks on them.

She has some enemies that she shares a history with: The Cutie Lillies, Cup (for understandable reasons), The Goths from the “Underworld Club”, etc. But, She mostly hates The Nerds, especially their leader! (Well... she was BFFs with the leader once, but it was in grade school. Then again, she did betray Bevelenńe....)

Bevelenńe does care about her sisters, especially Heveene. Since she was the youngest from “the batch” and was, as said by her mom, blessed with real golden hair and mosted loved in the family, Bevelenńe has to protect her at the school. Sadly, Heveene does not see the students as Bevelenńe sees them. She thinks that Bevelenńe and her sisters as bullies when she sees them with the other “innocent” students.

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When Bevelenńe came back from one of her little sisters’ (from the current “4th Batch”) band recitals, she discovered two things that happened while she was away:

On her 3rd day back in school, she learns about a new rich girl who was was able to grab everyone, including the boys’ attention. She was furious at the fact that the girl was not only attractive to everyone she encountered, she was a “innocent flirter”, seemly unaware of how people view her, is super happy and REALLY love pastel and cute things, which Bevelenńe started to HATE about her. As she tried to confront this cat eared-like girl, Bevelenńe noticed that the girl’s eyes seemed rather... intimidating, despite looking unnaturally cute to everyone else. But, what really scared her was when she discovered who the girl was...

She was the daughter of the most richest couple in all of Inkwell Island and possibly the world: The Dea Villeens, who own most of Inkwell’s businesses, including the Goeldens’ company!

Now, Bevelenńe has true competition that she can NOT ignore.

And on the fifth day, Bevelenńe learned from the other rich teens at lunch that Heveene was hanging out with a shy cup girl with glasses. Since she hates nerds with a higher passion, she then confronted this girl and stared to frighten her. As she talked to this Cup girl, Bevelenńe sensed something off about her and she can’t put her finger on it. Well, she then quickly learned that this “Cupoline” girl is one of Cup’s cousin. She then ran from the scene since her strongest enemy was approaching.

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This one took awhile, but it was worth it! ‘<3

Also, yes I did watch Heathers and finally Mean girls for inspiration for this character. And, personally, I love how the drawings turned out! XD

Enjoy! X3

#finally DONE!!!#Bevelenńe Golden(Edge & Cheery)#heveene's older blonde sister #edge & cheery #my_ocs #digital drawing #colored drawing #my_art #Please just reblog #The Golden Family

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moody-bloosh · 4 years

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do you think i could get matchups from parts 1-4? i'm 21, bi, I'm a girl, 5'3.25", i'm an aries, and i'm an ambivert! usually, i'm pretty friendly, optimistic, & bubbly, but having autism, adhd, & social anxiety makes it difficult to socialize for long periods of time. i'm known my creativity (i'm gettin' my b.m. in music composition in may 2020, i've been drawin' for 12 years, & i sing & play french horn), compassionate, & damn funny. i love to write, roleplay, & play D&D in my spare time!

of course you can darling! i hope you like these uwu I looked up french horn and wahhh i bet you must be super duper talented !!! i watched some videos on what french violin was bc i was curious asdnl this is the video i watched (i really like twoset violin uwu)

matchups are open ~ ask away <3

Part 1: I really think you and Erina would be cute together! I can see cute dates together, shopping for art supplies and cute clothes together. She loves your passion for the arts and always gets you very nice art supplies like the sweetheart she is <3

Part 2: Esidisi likes to listen to you play music. He likes the way music evokes so many different feelings. I think he would also start to pick up D&D just so he can play with you lol. He gets super duper competitive during D&D, so please be patient with him uwu.

Part 3: Vanilla Ice knows that you are passionate and driven, that you value your freedom quite a lot. Isn’t that why you have such a rich way of expressing yourself through your art? But what can he do? You already have him under your spell. He adores your fire, the life that seems to thrum through your veins. For someone who is more or less a black hole, how he adores you.

Part 4: I ship you with Josuke! I can see you two meshing very well together lol. You two are the sweetest and most genki couple there is !!! uwu while yo guys are outwardly the cutest couple, I think when it comes to dates you guys are super duper chill and lowkey. You played the french horn for him once when you two were hanging out at his house and since then he has always been begging you to play for him. SUPER SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND OKAY !!!

#matchups

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trashboatprince · 5 years

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Got another one-shot for you guys! Super slow day at work (got sent home early), spent the time during those few hours working on an idea I’ve had in mind for a while...

Toon Bendy going to school with his mom!

Inspired by another wonderful one-shot by zanzaflux, School Days, probably my favorite of the Slice of Life series. Go check out these one-shots and the others by this author, they’re such great stories!

On with the fic!

“Okay, thank you for telling me. Yes, I’ll pick up the lesson plan from the front office when I get there. Alright, thank you, have a safe trip.” Linda replied before she hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Henry asked as he worked at the stove, cooking dinner.

“It was Mrs. Margo, she needs someone to fill in for her on Monday, she’ll be out of town for something her husband is going to and she had to go with him.” Linda spoke as she moved back to the counter where she had been working on the salad for their spaghetti dinner.

Henry nodded as he worked on stirring the pasta. “Is it just the one day?”

“Monday, yes. She’ll met me know if I have to fill in for Tuesday.”

“What’s goin’ on on Monday?”

Linda and Henry looked over at the kitchen table, seeing Bendy getting himself up on his chair, looking interested in the conversation. He had only been a toon for a short time now, it was a little surprising to hear him speak so clearly now than just the grumbles and such from before.

“Well,” Linda began as she placed the salad bowl on the table, “I just got a call to substitute for the third grade class on Monday.”

If she didn’t know any better, Linda swore she saw stars in Bendy’s eyes. “Can I come with!?” He loudly asked, nearly bouncing out of his seat.

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, bud.” Henry frowned as he moved to drain the pasta. “I know you’re now back to your original design, but some people are still...”

Bendy pouted and slumped in his seat. “B-But Henry, I’m great wit’ kids! An’ I promise I’ll be on mah best behavior! I won’t cause any problems! I just wanna see what dis school nonsense is all about! All mah friends tell me about it. An’ besides, I know what you do for a livin’ since you work from home, but not Linda!”

Henry looked over at his wife, well... it really is up to her.

Linda sighed softly, smiling at Bendy. “Okay, but just this once. And if anyone asks about this, tell them to speak with me. Also, you better promise to be on your best behavior, young man.”

Bendy’s face lit up like the Fourth of July as he made an X over his chest. “Cross mah heart!”

Bendy was practically gonna fly out of his car seat as he sat next to Linda, the grin on his face could rival the one he has in his beast form.

She smiled a little at him as she parked in the faculty parking lot of the school and Bendy shot right out the door the moment she shut off the car. He had gotten himself ready for today, even packing his own school lunch, a notebook and pen, and his Bendy plush into the little book bag he had for trips. He even put on a sweater for this so he looked nice.

“Hey, where’s all da kids?” He asked, looking around.

“Cause it’s early, Bendy.” Linda replied as she took his hands, walking towards the front doors with him. “See, I have to come in early to get the lesson plan and to get things ready. The kids come to school in about thirty minutes or so, but you can help me get things set up.”

“Okay!” He nodded, walking into the building with her. His eyes were wide as he took in the art mural on the wall, welcoming guests to the school. There were portraits of people Bendy never heard of that seemed to be of some importance to the school’s history along a wall of a hall that let to a room.

There was a woman at a desk with big glasses and a bright pink dress that matched her nails. She looked at Bendy, her eyes looked really big in those glasses, and she blinked at him like an owl. “Mrs. Stein?” She asked, looking up at Linda.

“I’m here for Mrs. Margo’s lesson plans.” Linda smiled, still holding Bendy’s hand. “And this is my son, Mrs. Fillmore. He came with me today, don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him.

Mrs. Fillmore looked at Bendy before giving Linda folder. She continued to watch the two as they left the office. Bendy made a face, great, not even three minutes in and already people were gawking. Should have seen that coming.

It didn’t take them long to get to a classroom and Linda entered it, letting Bendy go in first as she turned on the lights. Bendy’s smile was back on his face as he looked at all the interesting things on the walls, the desk all had names on them on bright pieces of paper that were taped to the top, and that he could see a playground from the big windows along another wall.

Linda had him sit at a desk with no name on it while she wrote things on the board. He happily spoke with his mother figure about what he saw in a cartoon the other day when he noticed kids in the playground. Linda saw a blur go from the desk to the window and she blinked, seeing that Bendy was pressed against the glass. “Can I go out an’ play?”

“At recess you can, but class starts in a few minutes.” She replied, watching him pout, before he grinned, waving at a few kids who spotted him and were waving back.

Just as she said, within five minutes, Bendy heard a bell ring loudly and the students all came rushing into the school. He quickly went to the open desk and waited patiently. The door opened and students entered, many of them quickly flocking to Bendy.

“Bendy!” A boy happily announced, giving him a tight hug.

“Hiya, Norman!” Bendy replied. “Guess what! Linda let me come to school wit’ her today!”

“That’s so cool!” Another kid spoke up. “Do ya get to stay with us all day then?”

“Yep! But only if I’m on mah best behavior cause then Henry’s gotta come get me.”

The kids happily chatted with him until Linda got their attention, telling them to take their seats. Bendy grinned as he saw that he sat next to his friend Norman from their neighborhood, giving him a thumbs up. This class had a lot of kids he recognized from the neighborhood and the parks he got to go to! A few faces were new, but the kids didn’t seem scared. In fact, they looked happy and in awe of him.

“Alright, student. I’m Mrs. Stein,” Linda started, “and your teacher wants you to continue what you were doing on Friday. So, let’s start off today with where you left off in your history lesson, take out your books and we’ll get back to that.”

Bendy watched the kids open the desks and pull out books. He looked into his own, not seeing anything but a chewed up pencil. He pouted, until Norman started pushing his desk over, letting the two share his book.

School was a lot more fun than Bendy ever could have imagined. TV made it seem bothering, and some of his friends complained, but Bendy was loving this! First they learned some history about America in the early 1800s, then they did math. Bendy did find that one a little boring, but he did learn a few things!

After math was science! Bendy LOVED this one because the kids showed him the bean plants they were growing and going to see if they could keep growing until the end of the school year. They even let him use an extra bean and planter they had, writing his name on it. Bendy also drew his face on it, which prompted a few other kids to do the same.

After those classes was lunch. Bendy was quite the popular toon at lunch, lots of children came up to him and asked him questions as he ate his sandwich. He was happy to answer questions, like where he came from and how he was alive. He kept the details vague, but he summed it up as ‘ink, a film reel, and a dream!’.

Then came recess, clearly Bendy’s favorite moment of the school day. He was all over the playground, playing with a whole bunch of his friends and new ones he made at lunch! He had seen Linda speak with a few teachers during lunch and recess about him, but no one had called anyone about him, or seemed alarmed. Phew!

Once those were done, it was back to class. English was kind of fun, Bendy got to work on his reading with his ‘classmates’, even though he made it probably more entertaining than what was required for reading out loud.

How was he suppose to know he wasn’t suppose to act like that when reading the Prince and Pauper? He’s a poor entertainer, he has to shine! Luckily, Linda let him do it, and the rest of the class tried to do dramatic readings like his as well, but it was hard when everyone was laughing.

The last class of the day seemed to be a free class. Norman explained that the last class was always different for each day. For Mondays, it was art. Since there was nothing in the lesson plan that was planned for this course, Linda let them draw whatever they wanted.

“Whatcha gonna draw, Bendy?” Lily, the girl who had been sitting in front of him, asked.

“Hmm... I dunno! Sweet potato pie, there’s so many things I could draw!” Bendy shrugged.

“Draw a dragon!” Hugo grinned from his seat. “I’m drawin’ one, you can do one too!”

Harrison, the boy next to him, shook his head. “Don’t force him, I’m sure he’ll figure something out.”

“You’d think it would be easy for a cartoon to know what to draw.” Molly laughed.

“I know!” Bendy blinked, before chuckling. “I’ve got an idea! I’m gonna draw somethin’ for Linda an’ Henry.” He whispered this to the small group around him.

“That sounds cute.” Lily smiled. “What for?”

“I dunno, I guess for lettin’ me do this. I’ve had a heck of a swell day! It’s da least I can do!” Bendy grinned as he picked up his pen and got to work on the sheet of paper that had been passed out.

He had finished his drawing by the time that class was over and stuck around for a few minutes, chatting with his friends about how he’d see them when he got him. The kids departed and Bendy was left with Linda, who finished with cleaning up things around the teacher’s desk.

After they dropped off the lesson plan at the front off, Bendy happily walked with Linda to the car. He told her about what he did at lunch and recess and how he couldn’t wait to tell Henry about his day. When they got him, Bendy bolted inside of the house, loudly yelling Henry’s name in excitement.

Linda chuckled softly to herself before she noticed that Bendy had left his school bag, seeing that it was open. She saw the draw he had done for class and took it out, smiled at the art.

It was of her and Henry, in Bendy’s art style, with the little toon in the middle. In his handwriting, he had written ‘thank you, mom & dad’ at the top of the drawing.

She smiled more as she got out, going to put this on the fridge for Henry to see and for her to tease the little devil about when he saw what she had did with his thank you art.

Cheesy, cute, but I really like the idea of Bendy in school. (and if it was up to him, he’d be a student)

Also, I made a reference to an oc friend of Bendy’s from one of my own fanfics, and a few au name references in this too. :D

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #batim bendy #linda stein #henry x linda #henry stein #john's drabbles

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rogertayloriskindacool · 5 years

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You’re a legend, Freddie IX

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE STORY! Please, tell me if you have any fluff ideas or something and I’d love to add them in ‘cause I’m lost as shit.

I’m pretty sure I’m gonna write the final part on Saturday because that’s when I can drink as much wine as I want without it being a problem AND I NEED ME MY WINE WHILE I WRITE THE LAST PART help

Scotty Sire’s Lonely Christmas was stuck in my head so I just started writing the lyrics as I sang it to myself. I just decided to leave the lyrics in because why not haha (my brain works in wonderful ways)

the previous chapter

Roger Taylor x Reader

description: The reader is suddenly in the 70's and she realizes that the only thing she must do in the past is meet Freddie Mercury.

word count: 2.2k

warnings: the reader is sad as usual and swearing quite a bit

I open my eyes and see what I usually see when I wake up: Roger's bedside table, but something feels wrong.

I try to properly wake up and realize what it is. I can feel Roger's body so close to mine and his arm is on my waist. I don't know what to do. My heart's beating so loud I'm sure he can hear it.

I feel so safe yet I want to run away as fast as I can. I don't want to feel this way. I can feel his breathing on my neck and it gives me shivers. I just lay there trying not to move a muscle so Roger wouldn't wake up.

Suddenly I hear his breathing speeding up. He's waking up. I decide to do the whole cliché thing and pretend I'm asleep so he doesn't know I know we were basically cuddling while sleeping.

Ugh, I hate clichés but I'm pretty sure this whole thing I have for Roger is the most cliché thing in the history of cliché's.

He takes his arm off of me and I feel a coldness go through me. I don't feel his body on mine anymore.

"Are you awake already?", he whispers and I mumble something to him pretending to be half asleep.

"You keep sleeping, baby. I need to get some painkillers", he caresses my hair and gets up. I feel so alone without him there even though I know he'll be back any second. I just have to wonder if he feels the same way.

We kept waking up cuddling every night after that one. It had been around a week and neither of us said anything about it. It just became an everyday thing.

I'm watching TV and playing a game on my phone. Roger walks in and spins around.

"This a good look, love?", he asks me. He's going home for Christmas. And yes, he asked me to come with but I thought it'd be just way too complicated. "Hi, everyone. This is a random girl who's been living with me for weeks, she's from the future." Not gonna happen.

"You look very handsome", I look up at him. He really does and it makes me feel the butterflies in my stomach all over again. It has been happening way too often.

"Please, come with me", he sits on the sofa next to me. I put my hand on his knee and look him in the eyes.

"We've talked about this so many times. I'm okay staying here. You're coming back for the night anyway so I'll be alone for a few hours, it's okay", I convince him to stop arguing about the subject. He has a sad look on his face and I try smiling at him. I take my hands to his face and poke his cheeks up so he looks like he's smiling. It makes him laugh and I die a little inside. His laugh is the most charming thing.

Roger walks to the front door, ready to go but just as he's about to open the door, he stops.

"Aren't you gonna hug me goodbye?", he asks me.

"It's not a goodbye, dumbass. I'll be here waiting", I walk to him and open my arms ready for a hug. He hugs me and picks me up so he could hug me even tighter.

"You better be here when I get back", he whispers. It's so cute but at the same time kind of worrying. How can we be this codependent already?

"Where would I go?", I say as he closes the door and is out of the house. I hope he has the best Christmas with his family, I sure hope I could.

I know Roger's gonna be gone for hours so I do have some thing's planned. I want to bake something good for myself and finally finish a drawing I've been working on for days. It's gonna be a good day. I just can't really think about it being Christmas.

I open up my phone and start going through my screenshots looking for the recipe I have somewhere. Good thing I have it, because there's no way Roger owns any cooking books.

The screenshots make me surprisingly sad and I try to scroll through them as fast as possible. I just need to find the recipe. I see tons of cringy Tinder conversations I sent to my friend and I can't help but laugh. One thing I do not miss about the future is Tinder.

Every minute feels like an hour when Roger's not around. I made some chocolate chip cookies but after that was done I realized I'd still have to wait for hours. I grab my sketchbook and walk to the sofa. I stare into nothingness and start thinking about Christmas, the one thing I didn't want to think about.

My family is celebrating Christmas without me. Well, they will be celebrating Christmas without me I suppose. I really hope they open the presents I got them even though it must be heartbreaking.

When I close my eyes I can see my brother opening the present I got him seeing the brand new shoes. He's gonna love them. They're exactly what he's been wanting for a while. And my sister's gonna love the makeup palette I ordered for her, because she doesn't have one as big as it is. Except I'm sure she's gonna steal all of my makeup when I'm gone anyway. She better treat it with respect.

There's tears pouring down my face but I can't help but laugh at the thought of my little sister going through my closet and taking everything that fits her. Hope she gives something to my mom too.

I lay on the sofa looking up to the ceiling, letting all the tears fall down. I'm all alone so why not just cry every single drop of moisture out of me.

"Nobody wants a lonely Christmas

but I'm about it call it quits with you.

Breaking up is at the top of my wish list

but baby you don't have a clue.

I tell you I love you but I don't really mean it

'cause after this Christmas I'm sorry but I'm leaving you.

Sorry but I'm leaving you"

There's a possibility I have to wait 50 years to hear that song again. God, it's catchy. I'm singing the song as loud as I can just to let the frustration out. Let's hope the neighbours don't hear me.

"Who's the angel singing a such depressing Christmas song?", I hear the front door open. I quickly try to wipe away the tears I have left on my cheeks and get up from the sofa.

"Freddie! What are you doing here?", I walk up to him smiling.

"Thought I'd bring you a present. Roger told me you'd be alone today. He also said you were fine with that but darling, you don't look fine", he comes closer and wipes one more tear off my cheek.

"Oh, no. I'm good. I was just... I was just thinking about the presents I got for my family. I really hope they open them even if I'm gone", I smile. Freddie hands me a beautifully wrapped present.

"Why would you get me a present? I can't get you anything.", I look at the present stunned.

"You gave me hope", he has his hands on my shoulders and he's looking straight into my eyes. He's too precious for this world.

I open the packaging and see a framed picture. It's Freddie.

"I signed it. You are now the first person who has my autograph. Take good care of it, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be famous", he winks.

"I'll protect it with my life", I open my arms for a hug and he hugs me with no hesitation. Freddie fucking Mercury just gave me a Christmas gift, ho ho holy shit.

"I made cookies", I say while we're hugging and after hearing that Freddie runs to the kitchen.

"THEY'RE INCREDIBLE", I hear a few second later. I let out a little laugh and go get one for myself.

"You can have the recipe if you want. I have it on my phone", I bite the cookie.

"YES, PLEASE", he's already eating a second one.

"One might think you'd be full after a Christmas dinner", I look at him munching on the cookie.

"I'd never be too full for your cookies, love", he sits down by the kitchen table. I'm so glad he's here. I missed him so much even though I see him at least every other day.

"You know, I should really get back to my family. They were a bit mad when I just left", he laughs. "I just had to give you your gift."

"Take some of the cookies with you! I can't eat all of them on my own", I offer him with a smile.

"Darling, Roger will eat all of them in a second! I would like the recipe, though", he starts walking to the door.

"Yes, of course. Wait, I'll get paper", I rip one more page out of sketchbook and start copying the words from my phone. There's no way Freddie's ever gonna bake these cookies but maybe he'll pay someone to do it. That seems more Freddie-like.

I felt so much better after Freddie had visited me. I had a smile on my face and a beautiful picture of him. The day just got immediately better.

I watched TV, made food, drew a bit and it felt like minutes until Roger was back.

"Hey, my love. How's your day been?", he walks up to me as I'm sitting on the sofa, the television on but no one's really watching.

"It's been good. Freddie came by", I smile at the boy. I'm so happy he's back. I feel like I'm blushing just because he's looking at me. This really has gone out of control.

Roger walks to the other side of the sofa and sits down. He has a present in his hands. I look at it and then back at him. He hands it over to me without saying a word. How awkward would it be if I opened it and he said it really wasn't for me. But as he's not saying anything I just have to assume it's meant to be opened by me.

It has a little card attached to it.

"To the best roommate", it says and I laugh a little. In reality I'm probably the shittiest roommate ever. I can't pay rent nor buy food. I do my best to not think about it, though because not being able to pay for anything just makes me feel so bad and like such a burden.

I open the box and see a beautiful silver necklace with a diamond pendant attached to it. It's gorgeous.

"Holy shit, why would you get me this?", I barely get any words out. He follows my reactions carefully. I look at him and see him biting his lip. Fuck me, that's hot.

"I just really wanted to get you something", he's trying to find the right words. "And this reminded me of you because you're a diamond, girl", he's clearly joking with the last part and I can't stop laughing.

"Honey, that is probably the worst, cringiest thing I've ever heard, I love it", I try my best not to laugh. He's bright red but he's smiling.

"Well, put it on me", I turn around and give him the necklace. He places the present carefully on my neck and closes it. I turn around to see him.

"It's so beautiful", I study all the little details in his pretty face. "You really shouldn't have gotten me anything. You give me so much already", I continue.

"And you give me company and real good food, it's a fair deal, love", he laughs and it's kind of true. What the hell would he eat if I wasn't cooking for him all the time?

Roger opens his arms and I'm looking at him confused.

"Come on, come here and show me what you've been working on", he waves his hands so I'd come closer to him. I'm now leaning on him, his arms around me and I open my sketchbook.

"It's my room from home. I tried to draw in as many details as I could remember. You're looking at it as if you were sitting on my bed", I explain the picture. Roger doesn't know what to say. It's like he's just realized I have a life back home.

"What's wrong?", I turn around to see his face. He looks devastated.

"It's a pretty room. Kind of full isn't it?", he jokes pretending I don't know something's up.

"I'm a literal hoarder. You can't even imagine how hard it's been without all of my stuff", I joke and turn back around to look at the drawing. I lean my head on his shoulder and feel his chin on the side of my head.

It's so hard being so close to him without telling him how much I care. I don't think I even know myself how much I care for him. I feel his hands on my stomach and I feel like I could stay there forever.

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You’ve Always Been Mine

chapter 7

`nori

i parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out. jooheon looked down at me, with a smile across his face. i was shocked at his words and i really couldn’t think of anything to say. he said everything that i always wanted him to. “nori?” he spoke softly. his long fingers tucked a few pieces of hair behind my ear before leaning down and kissing my forehead. “you look lost.” he laughed.

i was. was this even really happening? did we really just confess- like that?

“you okay?” he asked worried. i nodded my head. “i didn’t scare you off, did i?” i felt jooheon’s hands travel to the small part of my back, and i arched a little- inhaling silently. “no.” i answered quickly.

“what’s going on over here?” misun stood in the hallway entrance with her arms crossed. i jumped a little and pulled away from jooheon. it was just second nature at this point.

jooheon looked at me, then misun. “nothing-“ i flashed a small smile at her. narrowing her eyes at us, she hummed. “mhm. food just got to the table.”

`jooheon

as i followed behind nori, walking past misun- she placed her hand on my chest.

“what did you do to her?” she asked. i shook my head. “i didn’t do anything- we just talked.” i lied.

making our way to the table- i sat next to nori and placed my hand on her thigh. she flinched a little and i smiled. how was i so oblivious to the power i had over her?

i slid my hand towards her inner thigh and she slapped it away. i chuckled and looked down at my plate, as i drew my hand back.

“well, let’s eat.” shownu said smiling.

after dinner

i watched as shownu placed his arm behind misun, rubbing her shoulder. she smiled over at him and giggled as they held their own little conversation.

nori looked out towards the ocean, and i admired her as a draft of wind pushed her hair off her shoulder. “come on-“ i said getting up and taking her hand. she looked over at me, standing up. “where are we going?” she asked. “yeah! where are you taking my bestfriend?” misun said interrupting. shownu laughed and cupped her chin, forcing her to look in his direction. “your business is over here- not with them.” nori laughed a little. it felt good to see her smiling again.

leaving the table, i laced our fingers together as we walked towards the water. “but, i have heels on.” nori said pulling back. i looked down at her feet then kneeled, releasing the straps from her ankles. i slipped the heels off her feet and smiled up at her. “now there’s no more excuses.”

`nori

holding my heels, jooheon walked backwards with his free hand reaching out for mine. “let’s go. stop being so afraid.” his eyes were soft and his dimples were showing again. i sighed, trying to hide my smile then stepped into the cold sand with my bare feet, taking his hand.

leading me out to the water, he stood behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “it’s so peaceful out here.” i whispered. jooheon kissed the top of my head and chuckled. “it is- i wish i could come out here more often.” he admitted. for a moment, i forgot who he really was. a busy idol. my stomach started to turn and i could feel the butterflies fluttering quickly.

we were silent for a moment- then jooheon stepped in front of me. “what are you thinking about?” he said tilting his head. i looked up at him and blinked a few times. i felt really bad for him. i knew he loved being an idol and pleasing his fans. but, he was also human too. he didn’t really get to have free time as much as he needed.

“nothing-“ i couldn’t bring myself to tell him the truth. the truth was, i was really scared of actually being an item with this man. our time was limited and i couldn’t really handle it as being friends- what would happen when we started dating? if that would even happen.

jooheon breathed a laugh and smiled. “you know you’re a bad liar, right?” i shrugged. just then, his phone started ringing and he looked down towards his pocket. pulling out his phone, he groaned. “do you mind if i take this really quick?” he asked. i shook my head and grabbed my heels from him. “go ahead.”

stepping off to the side, jooheon took his call as i walked closer to the water.

`jooheon

as i picked up the call, my manager started screaming into the phone.

“where the hell are you and shownu? you guys were supposed to report back to the dorm two hours ago!?”

i looked over at nori, who was bent down, writing in the sand.

“we went out to eat- i’m sorry. we’ll be on our way back home now.” i answered back.

“you better be! i need you guys to get serious about your career. you have things to do. there’s no time for distractions. do you understand?”

i nodded and sighed. sometimes, i wish he wasn’t so strict with us. but, this was my job.

before i could answer back, he hung up. slipping my phone back into my pocket- i quietly walked back over to nori. standing behind her, i read what she wrote in the sand.

j&n♡

i smiled, watching her draw a circle around her masterpiece. “watcha drawin’?” nori slightly jumped, standing up to cover her work. “oh um, nothing. i was looking for seashells.” she said lying once again as she placed her hands behind her back. i shook my head and laughed, reaching out to caress her cheek. “you know you don’t have to lie to me, nori.” she looked up at me innocently. “but i-“ i leaned down, cutting her off with a long, gentle kiss.

pulling back, i noticed she was blushing. “you’re cute.” i admitted. “come on-“ taking her hand, i lead her back over to the table- where misun and shownu were laughing. “manager called.” i said annoyed. shownu looked over at me then back down at his watch. “it’s just two hours. he’ll be fine.” he said leaning over and pecking misun’s cheek.

i helped nori back into her shoes and she pouted. “are you guys in trouble?” she said standing in front of me. i shook my head. i didn’t need her to worry about that. “he’s just doing his job.” i said calmly as i stood back up. nori reached out and took hold of the hem of my shirt. “is it bad that i don’t want you to leave?” she whispered as she looked down.

“but, i was having such a good time.” misun whined. shownu helped her out of her chair and held her waist. “then, come back with us.” he said confidently. i looked over in his direction. “really?!” misun said excitedly. we never brought girls to the dorm. it was a strict rule that we HAD to follow. our management didn’t want any scandals out in the media. shownu shot his gaze in my direction. “of course. let’s go.” i furrowed my brows as i watched him lead misun out to the car.

what the hell was he doing?

“i can go back home. i don’t wanna get you in trouble, it’s okay.” nori said softly. i looked back down at her and smiled- taking her hand and leading her to the car.

as we pulled up to the dorm, shownu texted our manager- letting him know we made it safe. as we got out the car, i checked the area- making sure it was clear of anyone with a camera. “nori-“ i said reaching out for her hand. she quickly took hold and we rushed the girls into the building.

`nori

i stood close to jooheon as we rode the elevator up to their floor. i was definitely scared- but when i looked over at misun, she looked like she was having the time of her life. i knew this is what she always wanted. to be at shownu’s side. but we were seriously breaking the rules with this one.

exiting the elevator, the boys pushed us inside their dorm quickly. the rest of the members were on the couch, watching a movie- in the dark. we all took off our shoes and lined them up against the door.

“where have you guys been?” kihyun asked as he stood up. “we tried covering for you- but kihyun needs to work on his lying.” changkyun said throwing a pillow in his direction.

shownu switched on the lights and everyone groaned. “what the- what are they doing here?” kihyun asked pointing at me and misun. i moved behind jooheon a little, embarrassed and feeling unwanted.

“that’s no way to speak to guests.” jooheon said irritated. wonho sat up from the couch and smiled in our direction. “nori, misun- hey.” he got up quickly and came over to hug the both of us.

“you know we’re not supposed to have girls here.” kihyun looked really annoyed with us and i reached for jooheon’s hand.

shownu rolled his eyes and pulled misun in front of him. “who cares- they’re here now. does anyone else have a problem?” the room was silent and everyone shook their heads. kihyun shrugged his shoulders then stomped off to his room.

“please don’t mind him- it’s nice to have you guys here.” hyungwon said smiling. he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “we were just going to bed anyway.”

minhyuk grabbed the remote and chuckled, turning off the tv. “yeah- just make sure you guys keep it down.” he said playfully.

before filing off to their rooms, everyone came to give us a hug.

misun quickly kissed my cheek and smiled. “goodnight- i’ll see you in the morning okay?” i nodded and hugged her tightly.

`jooheon

closing the door behind nori, i took off my jacket and threw it on my bed. nori smiled as she looked around. “oh my god- you still have these?” she laughed softly, admiring our polaroids that i had tacked into the wall. “of course, i do. why wouldn’t i?” she ran her fingers over the pictures and hummed- as i ransacked through my dresser. “here- put these on.” i said tossing a pair of shorts and one of my t-shirt’s onto the bed. she ignored my comment and continued to gaze at our pictures. i breathed a laugh then approached her from behind, squeezing her waist.

`nori

trying to wiggle my way out of jooheon’s grip- i turned to face him, smiling. “why do you have these hanging up? won’t you get in trouble for that?” i asked. he rolled his eyes at my comment and moved his hands to help me out of my jacket. “you always think i’m going to get in trouble for something.” he said trying to ease my mind. tossing my jacket on the floor, he pushed me onto the bed. as he climbed in between my legs- spreading them a bit; he hovered over my body and leaned down, smashing his lips into mine. he smiled into the kiss and i couldn’t help but smile back. i loosely held onto his waist, slowly pulling him closer to me.

before things could go any further, he pulled away- breathing a little heavy. “i’m gunna shower-“ he said quietly. jooheon sat up and winked as i closed my legs- forgetting i had a skirt on. he chuckled and pointed to his clothes that were next to me. “change.”

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