#speedwrites

[arrowflier]

Hi, Arrow! It's so great to have you back. For the speedwrites, how about the two of them getting stranded somewhere overnight, because of a flat tire or bad weather. 🚗❤️

Thanks Deena! I was trying to go cutesy and then this happened instead, oops😂

“You also told me you’d be ready when I got home, so whose fault is this again?”

Mickey grimaces.

“Would’ve been if not for your brother.”

“Oh, sure.” Mickey can see the roll of Ian’s eyes reflected in the windshield. “Carl made you stay late at the Alibi.”

“What was I supposed to do? Turn down free drinks?” Mickey scoffs. “Yeah, sure.”

He leans forward, peers past Ian out the driver’s side window. He can’t see much except the rain, coming down sideways now, and the roll of clouds in the distance as lightning flashes through them. Beyond the spread of their weak headlights, he can’t even make out the road.

“You sure you can’t drive in this?” he asks anyway, squinting as if it will help him see through the darkness. “Think I probably could. Just need to—”

“Good for you,” Ian cuts in sharply. “Next time, don’t drink five rounds before we leave and I’ll let you try.”

Mickey subsides. Sits back in his seat, lets his head fall against the headrest. Straightens, undoes his seatbelt, and leans back again.

Ian isn’t moving. His hands are still on the wheel even though he’s already put the car in park, and he’s staring blindly through the windshield.

“Shitty start to our first vacation, huh?” Mickey comments, turning toward him and fidgeting until one leg is half up on the seat. He smiles wryly. “I mean, we’re supposed to be in a cabin right now, smoking it up and fucking in front of the fire—”

“I’m trying, okay Mickey?” Ian snaps, fingers white where they still clutch the wheel, and Mickey stops.

It’s cold in the car. Colder than it was a minute ago, a chill seeping through him as his eyes latch onto Ian’s set jaw. Ian is grinding his teeth, giving the weather outside the chin, and his eyes are—

Oh, fuck. That’s not the good kind of red.

“Hey.” He tries to say it softly, but it rings too loud in the suddenly quiet car. The last of his buzz slips away as he reaches out a hand grips Ian’s wrist. He tries to tug Ian’s arm toward him, but it stays stubbornly where it is.

“What,” Ian asks shortly, and Mickey winces.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I was just teasing you, man.”

Ian snorts. It sounds wet.

“You’re right though,” he says. There’s a bitter roughness to his tone, like he’s fighting to push the words out of his throat. “This was supposed to be a nice thing, a good thing for us. I worked so hard to set it up, and I—” He breaks off. His fingers flex on the wheel, Mickey’s hand moving with his arm as he finally pulls it back. “And I couldn’t even plan for the fucking weather.”

“Ian,” Mickey says. His hand slides from wrist to knuckles, around to palm. “We live in the fucking midwest. The weather can’t even plan itself.”

That earns him another snort, but it’s lighter this time.

“Was sunny this morning,” he agrees. “Not a cloud in sight.”

“Sneaky fuckers, clouds. Total airheads, too.”

This time he gets an actual laugh, and Ian’s fingers tightening on his.

“Sorry this got fucked up,” Ian says quietly, running a thumb across the back of Mickey’s hand. “But I think we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

Thunder booms closer, as if in answer. The rain gets louder, water covering the windshield until all they can see are streaks of light. Then even those are gone as Mickey reaches over Ian with his free hand and turns off the headlights.

“Been stuck in worse places.” He shifts until he’s leaning sideways over the center console, and lays his head on Ian’s tense shoulder. “And with worse company.”

Ian lets his hand be pulled over into Mickey’s lap. The position is awkward, but he twists to press his face into Mickey’s hair.

“Yeah,” he breathes, barely audible over the storm. “Me too.”

#speedwrites #prompt fill #fanfic #gallavich

[secret-third-thing]

READ ON AO3 | Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Tamlin x Eris

Summary: Eris ensures that Tamlin doesn't ignore the rite this year. Another Calanmai fic, hehe.

A/N: YES I know I'm coming in HOT with this one, but y'all gotta trust me. This is a fun/quick little two parter that I'm working on. Here's the first chapter that I was supposed to post on Wednesday for tamlinweek but then my inner critic squashed that dream.

A special thank you to @chunkypossum, @acourtofladydeath @pippsmcgee and @queercontrarian who dragged me kicking and screaming over the finish line for this one.

cc: @nocasdatsgay b/c you are fantastic and asked me to be tagged on this <3 AND @climbthemountain2020 because I promise I'd post this asap <3

#eris vanserra x tamlin #tamlin x eris vanserra #tamris #eris vanserra #stt writing #This is not my usual fare but HERE YA GO. #stt speedwriting 2024 #the fic that no one asked for #but you got anyway #tamlin acotar

[kayatoastkkat]

gotta admit Frankie wanting to stay at the Society wasn't on my bingo card this year

#the glass scientists #tgs update #tgs spoilers #kkat's monday rants #speedwriting an essay i procrastinated on so i don't have much time lmao #plus this is pretty much the only thought I have today

[ivettel]

Sebastian Vettel at Sportler des Jahres 2022

#sebastian vettel #sebastianvetteledit #sportler des jahres 2022 #extras 2022 #.mine #aight last one i have to speedwrite a paper byee

[my-hyperfixations]

BSD Pride and Prejudice AU

Atsushi is Elizabeth

Akutagawa is Mr. Darcy

Dazai is Jane

Chuuya is Mr Bingley

Obviously some personality aspects would be altered for Chuuya and Dazai but Atsushi yelling at Akutagawa while Akutagawa is trying to propose sounds so in character I can’t stop thinking about it

#if only I had a stronger attention span I would 100% write this #maybe if I can speedwrite this I might publish a chapter or two on AO3 #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #sskk #bsd soukoku #bsd sskk #bsd shin soukoku #shin soukoku #bsd skk #skk

[actualbird]

[A long, awkward pause rings out heavily between them. Hell, a tumbleweed wouldn’t have looked out of place rolling past. Two old guys, standing in a cafe decorated with anime-styled pretty boys, two feet apart and not saying a word.] AARON: [trying to make this waiting game a little less agonizing on his soul] Sooo…are you new in town? OGIER: … AARON: … OGIER: … - Aaron is at a cupsleeve event (?) for a romance game (??) that his wife really likes to pick up her merch package in her stead, when he meets a strange foreigner (???) with a scar on his face. [Written for vividbang’s request of “two very unlikely people find themselves sharing the same interest” for the Tears of Themis Anniversary Ficathon (2023)]

happy tot anniversary, everyone, and happy AUTHOR REVEAL DATE FOR THE CHALLENGE HAS PASSED!!! here is my fic for @themisficathon2023 !!

definitely go check out the rest of the fics for this challenge, theyre all such delightful reads :DDD

#sorry my spiel/CTA isnt as wordy as usual i simply used up all my words speedwriting the fic itself ofhlhvLIDFA #tears of themis #tears of themis fanfic #aaron yishmir #ogier wechsler #tot ogier #tot aaron #tot fanfic

[jessfromouterspace]

nature of the weave 🌼 chapter two

a rolan/tav story

[this story features a named tav, Mari, I'll be putting together some info for her, she'll be tagged with oc:mari]

ao3 link

Mari could feel the eyes of her companions burning through her as she and Rolan held each other, both not ready to let the moment end.

As she pulled away, he held onto her wrist, one clawed finger sliding under the newly anchored bracelet. The feeling of being bound to him, no matter how slightly, sent a wave of emotion through her.

“I don't suppose you could take a night off from saving the world, could you?” He asked, looking down into her eyes, not even aware of the bustling store around them.

“For you? I'll make the time.” She couldn't help but smile widely, relishing in the feeling of his finger stroking the inside of her wrist.

“Be back here before sunset?” His eyebrows rose, a hopefulness she had yet to see from him plastered across his face. “If you can, of course.” His voice trailed off, his insecurity getting the better of him.

“I can.” She lifted her hand, him pulling away. “Thank you again for this.” She twirled the bracelet around her wrist. “You have no idea what it means to me.” She glanced between the amulet and Rolan, her heart warming.

“You could tell me about it tonight, I wouldn't mind hearing about how amazing I am, you know.” A crooked smile formed on his face as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “Now go, be a hero.” He gave a quick glance to the trio waiting for Mari, noting the exchange of gold between Astarion and Karlach.

She just nodded as she turned to join her companions.

“Not a word.” She held out a finger to the group as she passed them by and headed outside.

…

As the sun got lower in the sky, Mari's anticipation grew, she paced in their quarters in Elfsong while her friends were bickering about what she should wear.

“Why do I have to wear anything?!” She let out an exasperated sigh until she realized what she had said.

“Well, that is one way to make an impression on a first date.” Shadowheart said, pulling out a few things from Mari's wardrobe.

“That's not what I meant, gods!” She fell back onto the bed only to be immediately shooed by Astarion.

“No armor on the bed, you know the rules.” He scolded her before gesturing for her to turn around so he could help her remove her shoulder pieces.

“Why don't you keep it simple? This top and your favorite leather leggings, they make your ass look amazing.” Shadowheart said. She scoffed at the raised eyebrows at her observation. “What? Can't a girl admire?” She shrugged and tossed the clothes at Mari.

“But shouldn't she wear a dress? Easier access and all.” Astarion said matter of factly.

“This is why I spent most of my life alone.” Mari laughed and waved them away so she could get changed. She always had been alone, the tadpole brought her to the closest thing to family she's ever had. As she smoothed her clothes and tied her boots she couldn't help but think about how at this time yesterday she'd never imagine going on a date with Rolan.

“This is a date, right?” Mari shouted out to her companions. “I'm not reading this wrong?” A rush of insecurity ran through her.

“That man held you like he never wanted to let you go.” Karlach chimed in. “And you're asking us if this is a date?” She laughed, smacking Mari on the shoulder.

Mari let her shoulders relax, she knew she was overthinking it. She straightened the bracelet on her wrist, she couldn't stop herself from smiling as she rubbed the stone with her thumb.

She bid her friends farewell, ignoring some of their more lurid advice, before heading to the tower.

The walk through town somehow brought her both calm and anticipation. The afternoon was still warm, but the sun was starting to get low. She was hoping she timed her arrival right.

As she entered Sorcerous Sundries she spied Rolan at the top of the stairs, pacing back and forth, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. He was beautiful. She couldn't help but let her eyes slowly travel from the tips of his horns to the tip of his tail. He was wearing something similar to what he wore earlier in the day, a soft linen shirt, deep brown leather pants, and now a jacket over it.

He noticed her as she was halfway up the stairs. She had opted to leave her hair down and just take a couple of small braids to wrap around her head. She wore the simple outfit, but the way it draped over her curves brought a heat to Rolan's chest that he wasn't ready for.

He took one step down the stairs and held out his hand, as she reached him she took it, his fingers lacing with hers as they neared the portal.

He gave her hand a squeeze. “Shall we?”

#rolan x tav #rolan/tav #rolan #rolan bg3 #bg3 rolan #oc:mari #the usual note that i speedwrite these and there will be mistakes and oddities

[nimue-hidden-lake]

Love the new Enstars game

#Nimue's Whispers #This is a joke I mean it! I know it's an April Fools event! #Anyways I gotta enjoy it later. I need to speedwrite Gentaro's bday oneshot. Then I have some time for this. #Oh I should also cut the Gentaro bday lines later! Because why not? #ensemble stars #enstars #april fool's day #april first #eichi tenshouin #tenshouin eichi #enstars eichi #niki shiina #shiina niki #enstars niki #hajime shino #shino hajime #enstars hajime #natsume sakasaki #sakasaki natsume #enstars natsume #madara mikejima #mikejima madara #enstars madara

[sunneih]

In The Song of Wind and Twine

contents: a very short Venti drabble, just fluff

The beauty of the wind is that of its relatability to an instrument. As an instrument that ascertains the weather, an instrument that brings happiness, that brings melody and song to the dear people of Mondstadt. The Archon never dares to bring control over it, yet he sings alongside it. Even in his current lifestyle living as a young bard in the blooming city of Mondstadt, he never grows tired of visiting Windrise where the sun is high and the waters are sparkling underneath the rays of light. With a lyre in his hand and a song to play as he leans on his favorite tree.

He is seen strumming his lyre alongside the captivating view from his favorite tree. Just the moment he does, the breeze blows in to join the song. The leaves and the blades of grass dance according to tune, a soft smile threading his cheek as the song goes into synchronization. Where the lines are filled with notes, the music is filled with a story, and words began to flutter in his mind.

Then a young person's hum passes by his ears coming from a distance behind his tree. Now conflicted to stop his strumming, by a voice as soft as velvet, reverberating like an echo inside his now hollowed-up head, waiting for it to be filled with your song. The music had already ended, but you kept it continued, adding your part of the song and controlling the winds with a single tune. His fingers shook lightly, he searched for the melody you made and finally strummed the strings in their own accord, following your notes and scheme. His ears turned their full focus on every step of a note you jumped,

Your voice then came to a stop, and so did his strumming.

He carefully peeks behind to where you were, spotting you close by, kneeling and petting a stray cat found in the cliffs. Scratching their little chin, muttering greetings to the small creature with a soft-pitched voice. The cat tilts their head high for you to reach the spot that needs your attention. And with every moment turning in his eyes, the god was dazed.

And for that his once unbroken confidence was nowhere to be found, now stuck behind a tree that he wouldn't dare step out of at this point. All he can dare to do was to just gaze upon you, all with hopes of your notice that'll never be preceded. But somehow, seeing you was just enough for him.

Maybe it is part of the freedom of the wind that leads you to him. For they resemble strings, from the strings that are strummed to his song to the strings that pulled you along with it. The wind does have a keen eye when it comes to talent, but he knows there was much more than just your voice that the winds want him to notice.

The wind might probably make a few more ties before Venti finally comes to sense.

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it's TOO SHORT ARGH

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #venti x reader #venti #genshin impact venti #anemo archon #venti the bard #genshin fanfiction #did I speedwrite this? maybe #genshin fluff #genshin drabbles

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~Gov headcanons cuz I just realized that I don’t think I’ve done anything for him~

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-he is trans (ftm).

-he is a "straight" up coffee addict and it’s f*cking concerning

-attachment + abandonment issues. Don’t try and prove me wrong. Just don’t. You’ll fail miserably/silly

-gay gay homosexual gay-

-he practically raised himself with a bit of help from a few other states (MA, CT, DE, ect…) cuz Pennsylvania paid a lot more attention to his sister when they were growing up.

-he’s incredibly easy to scare and the other states have tried to not scare the living crap out of him when they walk into a room, but they fail miserably.

-he is autistic, but nobody knows cuz he never told them cuz he got belittled for it in the past.

-he’s actually really f*ckin good at singing but he doesn’t. Hell will freeze over before he tells someone that he can sing (although, depending on how long you’ve been around my blog, you’ll know that somebody does in fact know that he can sing and they also know that he speaks French 👀)

-I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to sit down with this poor boy and ask him any questions about his mental health and well-being….

-this man is NOT, I repeat, NOT allowed in the kitchen unsupervised.

-if you hug him, he will either: 1, break down, or 2, fall asleep instantly

-he dreads going back to the White House, cuz he isn’t treated well there.

-he has one red eye and one blue eye, and they used to be a lot brighter, but now they’ve dulled to an almost grey and brown color. You can, however, still see the lively colors in his eyes if the light hits em’ right.

-this man is the equivalent of a wet, terrified, and sad kitten.

-he doesn’t get too angry too often, but when he does…. Hehe RUN-

-the only time he gets really angry is if somebody hurts any of the states.

-he may be scrawny as sh*t (cuz he obviously has no idea as to what an eating and sleep schedule is-), but he will f*ck. You. Up. If needed. And he’ll do it with a sadistic smile in his face too.

-the closest thing to a father he ever had was Pennsylvania. The closest thing he had to somebody that treated him like a father should would probably be Georgia.

-I’m not gonna say that he’s a cryptid, but I’m not gonna say that he’s a human either (same goes with every single state-)

-if somebody is yelling at him, he’s learned to just zone out completely (unless it’s the president or another important government figure-).

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt gov #✨mmm trauma✨ #he’s not traumatized enough. #we must traumatize him more #but also like- let’s protect him at all times #like tie him up and drag his ass to therapy cuz he needs it #that therapist would unlock a new level of speedwriting that is unbeknownst to mankind- #Therapist whilst writing: ⚡️SPEED I AM SPEED-⚡️

[arrowflier]

Hi Arrow! A little request if you are inspired:

The first time they properly use the fireplace in their apartment.

💖💖💖💖

Thank you Calli! It was cool(ish) and rainy here today (though it will be hot again by morning), so I'm vibing with this!

"Fuckin' gross out there man," Mickey complains as soon as he walks through the door. He kicks it shut behind him, hands full, and beelines for the kitchen. The cardboard box he's holding lands heavy on the counter, his keys sliding off the top.

Ian catches them before they hit the floor, and sets them properly in the bowl they keep for that purpose.

"Thought it was supposed to be cooler today," he comments, glancing out the window behind the sink. It certainly looks cooler: the shimmery heat of the past few days has given over to grey skies and quickly-moving clouds.

"Tell that to the damn humidity," Mickey counters. "Like walking through soup out there, and it ain't gettin' better."

He's right about that--the light drizzle that begins to tap at the glass proves it for him.

"Even worse at the donut shop if you can believe it," Mickey continues. "It's been under 80 fucking degrees out for one day, one day, and they turned on the goddamned fireplace in the cafe!"

The rain starts to hit harder, tap to rap to a steady, hard drumming.

"Sounds ridiculous," Ian says. He watches the rain on the window, and listens to the sudden, distant boom of late-summer thunder. "What were they thinking?"

"I know!" Mickey pops the box of donuts open, grabs a chocolate long john. Waves it around in one hand as he speaks.

"And they must have cranked the air in there or somethin', because it was still better than outside!"

Ian cocks his head.

"Thought you said it was worse?"

"I mean." Mickey pauses to take a bite and chew. His cheeks are faintly flushed--from annoyance? from the heat?--as he swallows.

"Wasn't actually hot in there," he admits, "but who puts on a fire when it ain't even freezing?"

Ian doesn't answer; there's no need to. But the question hangs between them like it was something more than rhetorical.

"I mean, it was kinda nice and all, I guess," Mickey adds. "Cozy and shit. Probably good for business, too--sort of made me want a hot chocolate or somethin'."

He takes another bite of his donut, and nudges the box over to Ian. Ian picks out one of his own, a cream-filled monstrosity that might well put him into hibernation.

"But puttin' on a fire when you've got AC runnin' is crazy, right?" Mickey asks again, voice tipping high at the end.

It is crazy, Ian thinks, eating his giant donut and listening to the rain. Neither of them ever would have thought to do it. Wasting energy, wasting money, just to capture a vibe? Just to make the world around them match the way it made them feel?

Absolute insanity.

"Wanna do it?" Ian asks.

"Fuck yes," Mickey answers, already heading for the living room. "And make us some cocoa, we're doin' this shit right."

#speedwrites #prompt fill #fanfic #gallavich #oh thank god I can still do this I was honestly worried #27 minutes baby I'll take it #arrow writes

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I’m saying this with my whole chest so I hope you believe me when I say you just Get suguru like no one Gets him like you of course you get Gojo too but I think suguru is more tricky in the sense it’s easier to misinterpret him. But every time you post something about suguru I am like wow you are so right I can’t believe you understand suguru better than gege himself

Anyway this is rem I made a new account

wahhhh rem!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺 hi!! thank u for stopping by, i hope uve been well!! <333

AND TYSM…….. u r always so incredibly sweet i dont even know what to say psjdjsjzj :’3 knowing that i have ur sugu approval means the world to me!!!!

i 100% agree btw, i think sugu is so complex and he’s def harder for me to get a grasp on compared to gojo… so knowing that u think i Get him is such a relief T_T seriously!!! tysm for reading my fics and taking the time to write this 🥺🥺 ily!! <3

#sugu Mothered too close to the sun so gege had to kill him off </3 #honestly all sugu writers ive seen are so so talented im always in awe of their power…. sugu nation STAYS fed #aaa but tysm again rem :< i appreciate u sm!!! hope u have the loveliest day!!!!! #im trying to speedwrite this gojo fic rn but hopefully i should be able to get a sugu fic out next week!! #not much happens in it sugu is just a clingy sappy drunk for like 10k words straight LMAO… its sickeningly fluffy but i kinda like it :’3 #if u decide to read it i hope ull enjoy!! <33 #ask tag ✩

[gothprentiss]

fucking forgot to send in my teaching app for nextyear. oh my god life is just one big monster truck grinding me under its wheels and filling its grille with my mulched viscera

#it’s probably fine but FUCK i hate speedwriting syllabi

[brick-a-doodle-do]

not quite ready (i)

(ao3 link)

sup! wilbur chocolate au is here! fun fact: i wrote this while eating wilbur chocolate :DD (very good btw,,, some of my favorite chocolates even tho i don't rlly like chocolate)

okay just fyi this is a boring chapter—chapter two will definitely have a lot more angst. not to say this one doesn't, it definitely does.

alr, now have the fic >:))

tw !! ⚠️ mention of fatal vore/mouthplay, mention of vore, mention of suicide attempts, suicidal thoughts, mention/implication of dehumanization/mishandling of a humanoid, panic, swearing ⚠️ !!

words: 2180

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There came a time, where the hope Wilbur had simply died down. It shattered to the ground, letting light for the intrusive, negative thoughts. They pushed any positivity firmly in the crevice of his mind, and never allowed them to simply take a look out. And because of this, there was no acceptance. He never would accept this hellhole of a home.

Essentially, a merry-go-round of hell, where every single fucking time a human comes by, they simply give him a hell-ride and walk off, not bothering to even notice the protests that come from his mouth. He still attempts them, despite knowing damn-well the type of store he’s in; if there is a human that steps foot into this building, they are looking for his kind. They’re looking simply for a treat. Wilbur, although he used to deny this, has finally come to terms with his ultimate fate, between two rows of teeth, completely content with shattering the bones and life of an innocent, who’s only flaw is a size not taller than a finger. Somehow, some way, it makes his life have a lesser value. And perhaps Wilbur has seen the truth to that statement. 

So, Wilbur continues to sit, counting seconds among minutes in his head despite knowing full-well they were nothing but inaccurate to what the time truly was. But, with little but a pinhole for his source of light, and he woefully admits his breathing, he’s become plenty used to error in his technique of containing his sanity. Some days were more successful than others, where he simply paced along the rocky path the chocolates created, simply thinking and rethinking over his life, wandering down every metaphorical path, as if it could change the outcome of his current life. But, there are others, where he sits against the pinhole, with his knees curled firmly to his chest, and where his hands wrap them. Where he buries his head in his lap and simply sobs. And other, more exhilarating days, where he finds the wrath in him has become tired of sitting still and accompanies his grim thoughts. 

Wilbur Soot will not deny that he absolutely despises his very existence. He loathes his size, barely the size of a human finger – making it next to futile for him to defend himself, and he often feels he’d find more peace dead than he will just simply sitting, taking in the void. Wilbur has wished so hard for it to end, but no matter how many thoughts begged the universe for it, he never got results. And he’s attempted to rid of himself, but each attempt ends in failure, where he’s forced to spend another day in an agonizing, miserable hell that is, what looks to be, a simple bag of candy. He wants it to be like that. But, alas, it is not. And he is very much still alive and sulking in the middle of the bag, just gazing at the miniscule hole, like it holds secrets he yearns to be revealed.

The lights were on – the hole was glowing a certain color that told him the store was open. Wilbur did not have a proper way of knowing how much time had passed and when, but he does understand the basics of a store. Lights on means it’s open, lights off means it’s closed. Simple. 

A shadow passes the hole, blocking the light just slightly. Wilbur’s interest perks at this, but not enough to spark any kind of hope. He knows better than to assume the best for himself. He shifts his position slightly, leaning against the back of the wall as he continues to watch the small sample of the world he’s been given. Tire nags at his eyes, but he doesn’t dare sleep. Perhaps it’s because some part of him really does wonder, really does hope, that he’ll be getting out. 

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He’d first moved there not only to get away for a bit, but because he realized that his thoughts were starting to get to him. Constantly having intrusive and careful thoughts fighting in his mind, all while skimming the ground to ensure he wouldn’t be misstepping, was a task he did not enjoy. He holds no prejudice against the smaller beings, they are no less human than he, however it can get distressing to worry nearly every moment of the day where he’s doing a thing as simple as walking.

But, he finds that the streets of New York are unfortunately far more crowded than those in London. While trying to avoid hundreds of tourists coming at him eye-level, with the addition of tinies – it becomes overwhelming. Which is why one afternoon when he deemed himself frustrated and over-tired of worrying, he took temporary shelter in a store, located in a particularly odd part of town, yet still busy as normal.

It looked oddly isolated, like it was not meant to be seen by the public. He still managed to find it, though, so he wondered if it was that hidden. Bells chimed softly as he entered, almost startling the cashier in the back of the building. Tommy offered him a quick smile before he allowed himself to get lost in isles among isles, eyes scanning over the contents in the store. Ultimately, after he had circled the small store, he concluded bitterly that everything looked unfortunately unappetizing. 

He returned to the middle of the store, grabbing mindlessly at a bag of Wilbur Chocolate. Hopefully he’ll feel up to eating it by the time he returns home. If he even makes it home without starting a crime scene.

Tommy ambled to the back corner, where the cashier sat at a stool, looking unusually alert of everything he did. Like he was noting it in the back of his mind. And he did not miss the small smirk under the man’s lips. Avoiding the odd look, he set the bag down on its side and patted himself for whatever money he had on him. “Ah, good choice,” The man said. Tommy nodded. 

“Twenty dollars and twenty-six cents.”

Tommy’s eyes widened. “Twenty dollars? For that?” 

Something in the cashier’s eyes shifted, and his smirk returned, this time far more curious. He raised his brow and said, “They aren’t exactly cheap, sir. I can’t go giving them out for free,”

“The…. chocolates?” 

The man huffed in amusement, nodding. “Sure, the chocolates.”

Americans. “Here.” He handed the man the extra bills he’d fished from his pockets and grabbed the bag sourly. He bid a small goodbye out of habit and made his way back to the glass doors. “I hope you enjoy the chocolates, sir!” 

Prime, why did he move here?

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Wilbur no longer has the wish to be free. Deep down inside of him, the feeling of freedom would be refreshing, but the actuality of the situation has finally sat in him. And he cannot be more afraid, more unwelcoming, about what is to come. Wilbur does not want to be handled by a human, to be tossed around like some fucking toy, when he simply is not that. He knows that his fate will be sealed when he finds his frail, emotional body being crushed under the weight of two rows of teeth as he feels the life being sucked out of him completely, just because of a simple height difference. A major one, however still one that makes him human.

Wilbur is nervous as he feels the bag swaying with every step the human takes. He heard their conversation. The human had been hesitant, but only when he initially heard the price – when the god-awful cashier just had to make a little comment, that’s when he was being purchased, fucking bought willingly. Without any damn hesitation. His nails dug into the candy below him, sure to leave deep dents in it. His breathing had gone haywire since his realization, and it hasn’t gone back to normal since. Beads of tears built up in the corner of his eyes and he couldn’t help but just allow himself to sob. One final time, he will sit in this bag and cry. 

Minutes after minutes pass by, and his surroundings continue to sway. The only thing he can hear is the crowded chatter of passing humans, where their shadows continue to make his natural light flicker. Wilbur wishes to scream. But, before he can develop that sudden thought, the swaying stops. And there is a gentle, quiet gush of wind as he’s set down. The movement is followed with the closing of a door.

Wilbur shuffles, nearly tearing his hands from the chocolates. He cringes at the feeling under his nails, but he doesn’t stop his quick movements to the ‘window.’ 

Through the small hole, Wilbur can see the human who’d bought him not…..Wilbur does not know how long ago it was. Minutes blended into each other when he wasn’t in control of his thoughts.

He had blond hair, far different than his, while still holding a similar style. Or, at least, that’s what Wilbur remembers his hair to look like. Truth be told, it’s been an absurd number of months since he’s last seen what he looks like. For all he knows, there could be a drastic change in his appearance.

Shifting his attention back to the human, his heart sinks as he catches onto the youth the boy has. There was absolutely no fucking way he was over twenty, which, in his opinion, could either be extremely good, or extremely bad. On one hand, he could be innocent and inexperienced. Where in his eyes, he was just buying a bag of chocolates from a local store he’d stumbled upon. And, on another, more immoral hand, he could be starting sinister habits at a young age, where he’s only just starting his now-career of finding pleasure in ending the lives of an innocent. Starting, or maybe continuing, with Wilbur.

He exhaled heavily while he kept his eyes on the blond specifically, not bothering to check the surroundings of where he’s going to reside, and most likely die, in.

Wilbur let out a startled noise as he realized the human had lost interest in whatever he had been doing and reminded himself of the bag of candy. Shit. Wilbur didn’t have anywhere to go as the boy’s shadow filled the pinhole and left him in a deep darkness. He felt when the bag collided with the open air. He felt the panic rise back in him when the human began moving elsewhere. Wilbur wondered if the boy knew. There was a low chance he didn’t – after all, the store he was in specifically held illegal products containing the small species. It was a false hope to think he simply wandered in there one evening to buy just a bag of chocolate.

Wilbur was set down once more. One final time. Wilbur tried to enjoy his last final minutes of life, but he found it hard to when he was in the same place he’d been in for months. 

He listened intently as the sound of the secure strip above the opening for the bag was ripped, and most likely set aside. Nerve fluttered through every crevice of his body. He wished to bury himself deep within the candy below, so he would not yet have to meet his sudden fate. But the thought died down as he realized he was far too late to make a last-ditch-effort of a plan, for the top of the bag was being effortlessly opened, and content, tired blue eyes that turned curious and frightened shined down onto him. A fresh wave of cool air washed over him, and he hates to admit that it felt refreshing. The void was wiped away instantly. Everything he ever complained about internally was buried away, completely vanishing. However, a new concern grew. The human’s eyes had gone wide, with lips parted as he stared, mouth agape. He didn’t utter words; he just returned the gaze. He glared, though. Brows furrowed in anger as he tightened his jaw. Tears still formed at the edge of his eyes, easily falling over the edge.

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A lot of things became apparent to him when he caught sight of the small brunet, blending in with similarly colored chocolates. In fact, everything became apparent. The odd conversation, that prime-awful smirk, the reason behind the store being tucked away. 

“Shit,” he muttered, not daring to take his eyes away from the small guy. He saw how his small eyes became foggy with tears. Poor fucking thing was scared. And not only because of him, but because some assholes made a grand decision to add living, breathing humans to food items. Suddenly a lot of his complaints and whines seemed childish.

Tommy hadn't a clue over what was happening in a tinies life. When he watched them closely on the streets, they looked just as a human usually would, happy and giddy with each other despite a small hint of caution. He had never taken into consideration what else might be happening.

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(part two)

apologies for typos. the day i proofread before posting is the day i stop writing :')

#brickfic #mw #wilbur chocolate au #not quite ready #g/t #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #dream smp g/t #t!wilbur #g!tommy #tw vore mention #me: i'll spend time on my fics! i'm going to write them over the span of a week so i can make the best work possible!! :D #also me speedwriting this at one in the morning : woooo this is going to be my best fic ever!! :D

[psyfi]

obsessed with the email my roommate sent me asking to print an article for class for them

#random #feel free to write a image desc for this i cant at the moment since i have an essay im speedwriting #i guess i got obi-wan coded?

[slytherinshua]

bro i wanna eat so badly but i also wanna finish this fic first lmfao

#zanna speaks?? #speedwriting this to try and finish #but #im #very hungry