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xiaowhore · 6 months ago

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DRAFT. this fic is incomplete, as i've stated in this post. this has been sitting in the dungeon for a while, and i have no plans to finish them, but i posted these drafts to not let them go to waste. it is up to you if you still want to read them regardless of their incompletion :) i will be writing my original ideas for the fic at the end so you guys will have an idea of what the fic was supposed to be like.

premise. when ayato stumbles upon a drafted resignation letter on your desk, he doubles his efforts to show you the perquisites of staying by his side.

he doesn't want to lose a competent subordinate. that's all there is to it.

note. what's wrong with secretary kim au but it's definitely not the same because i stopped watching at episode 5 and have no idea what happened. anyways i think we were all expecting a ceo!ayato x secretary!reader fic at some point so here it is. (couldn't keep this gender neutral for plot reasons, so feminine pronouns were used.)

Kamisato Ayato considers himself a good boss.

Or as far as things go, he's a decent one. He treats his employees well, takes them to expensive restaurants for company dinners, and discourages overtime so they can head off early for the night. He doesn't care much for formalities, and he gets along with his colleagues fairly well. He's never heard anyone talk behind his back or complain about his attitude at work, and there aren't any rumors spreading about him (if he turns a blind eye to the conspiratorial gossip guessing his relationship status).

But he does have minor faults. Like showing a more mischievous side when work hours are over. Getting Thoma dead drunk during dinners because his half-conscious inebriated talking is a form of amusement, or riling up Itto in drinking games just because it's funny. Then he leaves Sara to clean up the mess for him, since Yae seems to enjoy the comedy sketch as thoroughly as he does and probably won't lift a finger to help even if he asked her to.

As his assistant, you're prone to falling victim to his shenanigans, silly stunts that coax out aggravated eye rolls and sighs of exasperation. Years of experience eventually shaped you up to be entirely immune to April Fools' pranks.

He's in the middle of planning another one when he spots a letter of resignation on your desk.

At first, he thinks it's your rebellious phase arriving a decade late. He always found it odd how you never retaliated against his tricks, and this may just be the long-awaited April Fools' prank of vengeance. If it is, it's particularly mean of you—Ayato does have feelings, you know? Even he would feel hurt if you told him you wanted to leave! You shouldn't take this kind of thing lightly!

Then he remembers you aren't the type to make jokes, April Fools' or otherwise, and it's that moment when he feels (proper) fear.

“[Name] wants to resign?!”

Ayato makes a zipping motion and Thoma's shrieks immediately die down, but the disbelief on his face has yet to wane. His brows scrunch together, brain hard at work in processing this piece of information, though it seems to short-circuit in utter confusion from the sudden blow.

Scandalized, Thoma lowers his head and levels his voice to a hushed whisper, “Are you sure you saw it correctly?”

“I have able eyes. Unfortunately, my optometrist confirmed my perfect vision and assured I saw it just fine.” Woe is he.

“Get them checked again.”

“No matter how much I check, it won't change the results, Thoma.”

“We don't know that for sure, sir!”

“Trust me,” Ayato deadpans, looking off into the distance, “I checked with him thrice.”

Defeated, Thoma leans back to his chair, crossing his arms while deep in thought. “You saw the letter, but she didn't turn it in, did she?”

“She didn't. No e-mail, either.” Ayato taps the table in a mindless rhythm, expression stern but the shape of his lips almost resembling a pout. “Do you have any idea why she'd want to resign?”

Thoma rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “Is that a genuine question, sir?”

Ayato's head snaps back to look at his companion. “Why wouldn't it be?”

“...Everyone in the office knows you... tease her for your own amusement.”

“It's my way of showing affection.” The corners of his lips curl up, stretching to a twisted smile as he rests his cheek on his palm. “Isn't she just so adorable when she gets angry?”

“You really do have a rotten personality.”

Ayato waves his hand in a noncommittal response. “We're straying off topic. What should we do next?”

Thoma hums, closed fist beneath his chin. “Since she hasn't turned in the letter yet, that means she must be hesitating. For what reason, we don't know, but it's keeping her here. So before she makes up her mind, we should dissuade her from quitting no matter what.”

Ayato laces his fingers together, brow in an inquisitive arch. “And we do that by?”

Green eyes sparkle with tenacity, clashing with blue irises twinkling in intrigue. “We bribe her, sir. It's time to show off your good points.”

“If a woman quits her job, what do you think her reasons could be?”

Ayaka blinks owlishly at her brother, taken aback by the abrupt question. It's a sudden thing to ask, especially odd given how their conversation hasn't led to that topic at all. “Did someone resign? I haven't heard anything of the sort, though.”

Ayato shakes his head, stirring the boba tea in his hands. “It's a hypothetical.”

Which means it's real.

Ah, whatever. At least he didn't go for the “my friend...” excuse.

Ayaka warily cuts a portion of her cake, scrutinizing each microexpression flashing on Ayato's face. It's one of their weekly lunch meetings, squeezed between hectic schedules, and they more or less have a silent agreement to avoid discussions involving work if they could help it. But this time, he brought it up himself.

How peculiar.

“Perhaps she wants to change workplaces? If she's exemplary, she might have been offered a better position or higher pay.”

Ayato nearly scoffs at the suggestion. The company, old-fashioned as it is, can only be inherited by a direct line of descendants. Outsiders can only go so far, and being the secretary for the chief executive officer isn't bad at all. Last time he checked, he's been paying you generously as well—how many figures was it? Six?

“Oh!” Ayaka exclaims, holding up a finger as she seems to have figured out something. “Or maybe she wants to settle down and get married? If her work is keeping her occupied, she'll most likely take time off to find a husband.”

Ayato proceeds to choke on a tapioca pearl.

“Or she got married and wants to be a housewife-”

“That's quite enough, Ayaka.”

Ayato would rather believe the Earth is flat.

If Ayato were any less desperate, perhaps he would have rationalized that putting together “give her what she wants to make her stay” and “she wants to get married” is a bad, bad idea.

Unfortunately for him, he is grasping at straws, so it leaves him no choice. Yes. Definitely. There is no other option than this, obviously.

(He does not delve deeper into the reason why he doesn't want you to leave, nor does he dwell any longer on why he was so quick to think he was fine with getting married if it was to you.)

“Don’t you want to get married soon, Ms. [Surname]?”

To clarify, Ayato does not spy on other people's conversations for a hobby, but he's always had impeccable timing. It comes with the job.

He stands by the door, reaching for the doorknob to the break room, but the mention of your name forces him to a halt.

“Why are you asking me that...?” You awkwardly dodge the question, sipping on your coffee. “I suppose I am at that age, though.”

“So you do want to!” The squeal rings with a note of glee, a stark contrast to Ayato's gradually dimming mood. “Wouldn't it be nice to marry a good man? I'm sure even you have thought of it at some point! Are you seeing anyone, then? Anyone you can imagine yourself marrying?”

“No, not yet.”

Before Ayato can even heave a relieved sigh, you follow with, “But my mother is making me go on dates to see people. Said if I didn't bring home a man soon, she'd come all this way to drag me back by my ear and introduce me to her friend's son.”

“Ah, I get that...” Your friend replies emphatically, nodding. “But those kind of meetings hardly go well. And you can't exactly tell your mother's friend you don't find her son attractive, right?”

“Why not just marry Mr. Kamisato, then?” Another one pipes up, to which Ayato gives a mental salute of appreciation. “You spend most of your time together. If you're not married to your job, then you're practically married to him.”

A cackle sends his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Not a chance.”

Can you at least expound why?!

“Huh? Why not? I mean, Mr. Kamisato is on another realm of existence and I can never hope to be on the same level as him, but you look good together!”

Your face pinches to a tight frown. “Look good together? In what way?”

“When you stand side by side, it just looks... right. And like I've mentioned earlier, you spend all your time with him. Why not seal the deal?”

“Mr. Kamisato is reliable, and if you marry him, you're set for life. He's handsome too, and we've all seen his muscles at our company sports day a few months ago!”

“I've never been so thankful for team-building events. Hallelujah.”

Ayato's face burns in embarrassment hearing the dreamy sighs. Even if they think there isn't anyone else listening on them (which is false), shouldn't they exert some restraint at work?

“Please don't lust over my boss,” you assert sternly, voice ice cold. “And we have a strictly professional relationship. So don't get any weird ideas from here on out, alright?”

“Fine. Tell me that again when I'm invited at your wedding, I dare you.”

“I said-”

They wave off your vehement protests at the statement. “Then if you're not into Mr. Kamisato, what do you plan to do?”

Ayato perks up, straining his ears in rapt attention.

“...I'm going on a date this weekend,” you sigh, rubbing circles on your temples. “I'll let you know how it goes.”

Oh no.

“-Dinner was nice. We didn't expect the rain shower, but he ran to the convenience store across the street to buy an umbrella because he didn't want me to get wet on the way to the car. He said it would be a waste if my hair got ruined since I-”

Slurp.

“...Styled it for the occasion. Then he drove me home. I found out we liked the same band from the music he played, and we agreed to-”

Sluuurp.

“-Go to their upcoming concert together. Then we somehow also like the same novel that's getting a movie adaption soon, so we also promised to see it-”

Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurp.

“Could you please refrain from making noise when eating, sir?”

Ayato decidedly does not comply and only slurps his boba tea harder, nearly choking on a tapioca pearl yet again.

As always, you learn to ignore him.

“Concert... and a movie. I'm not sure about the concert, but the film you're talking about is the one coming out in the next two months, right?” Thoma confirms, sweating when Ayato's expression turns visibly grim. “You plan to see him for that long...?”

“Even if dating doesn't work out, we can always become friends, can't we?” You shrug, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “He seems like a nice guy. We get along really well, considering we've only met once. I ended up agreeing to a second date-”

The passive-aggressive slurping persists for the following afternoon.

“I've been meaning to ask for a while,” Thoma treads carefully, noticing Ayato's rapid-fire typing—no, striking—on the keyboard, “Ms. [Surname] is good at her job, but you seem really... eager to make her stay, sir.”

Ayato's fingers halt in their movement, and he takes a second to flash his business smile. “Of course. She's a valuable asset, and I'd be foolish to let her go.”

“Yes, I'm well aware, but...” Thoma scratches his cheek, looking off to the side. “You didn't go to such lengths when your former assistants resigned from their post. Or, uh... you fired most of them.”

“Yes,” Ayato simply agrees, still smiling, “she's competent. You don't find anyone like her easily, so it's only natural I'd want her to stay.”

“What do you mean by 'anyone like her,' sir?”

Thoma is awfully talkative today. Ayato might need to feed him something spicy to shut him up.

“Ms. [Surname] is special.” The words smoothly leave his lips. “Does anyone else have the meetings and company events scheduled for the next month memorized? She's the only one I can count on for work matters.”

Thoma's shoulders slump. “Okay, let me get straight to the point. Do you-”

“Mr. Kamisato?”

Thoma nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of your voice, accompanied by the clack of your heels.

“What is it?” The cold smile on his face finally melts to something more genuine, softer around the edges and looking especially radiant. It's welcoming, like your arrival counts as a joyous occasion, and he is exponentially more attentive compared to the way he lent Thoma half his ear (the other preoccupied with a phone call, which he swiftly ends the moment you walk in).

“I came to deliver some files from Ms. Miko... did I interrupt something?” You gesture to Thoma standing idly by the side, dumbfounded from Ayato's inconceivable behavior.

“Not at all. Is there anything else?” Ayato accepts the documents, noticing your hesitance to leave.

“Ah, yes, I will be asking for time off tomorrow.”

That's... rare?

But it's not a hard request. Ayato's own schedule is blank for the most part, since the latest project wrapped up not too long ago, and the workload is lighter than usual. Missing one work day won't do any harm.

“It's fine, but could I ask why?”

You fidget, tentative as you reply, “I was invited... for a trip on a cruise. He insisted I come since his friend bailed on him and the tickets would go to waste.”

The warmth in his eyes freezes over.

“The tickets would go to waste...” Ayato repeats under his breath, mockingly cruel. The tone flies past your head but it hits Thoma full-force, making him sweat profusely.

Distasteful. An utter disgrace of a man. The magnitude of his ignorance is so awe-inspiring, I have to applaud. I must give credit where it is due, and the foolishness of this clown is truly impressive. “The tickets will go to waste,” he says? His money must worth more to him than his dignity. Inviting Ms. [Surname] to a date on a workday with no regard for her schedule is one thing, but making her out to be an afterthought as a substitute for his original travel partner is another. How shameful. This is no way to treat a lady. If Ayaka were to be with a man of his caliber, I would never allow it.

But what he says outloud is of course, “I see. I hope you have fun, then.”

Corporate events are, for the most part, adequately entertaining.

Preparing for it is not.

But the worst part isn't even brainstorming themes, or finding an appropriate venue, or planning the logistics, or writing the guest list.

It's choosing what to wear.

Actually, the cause for Ayato's headache isn't even what attire he'll go with. It's yours.

“That looks wonderful,” Yae praises, looking at the picture on your phone. It displays a silver necklace, a tear drop topaz encased in a diamond twist. It pairs well with the dress you bought with Ayaka last week, an elegant fit that accentuated your curves.

However.

“He chose that for you, didn't he?”

The stoic line of Ayato's mouth twitches and his eyes can't help but sweep over your screen, scrutinizing each grainy pixel.

Though he has plenty of insults prepared at his arsenal, he can't find anything to nitpick about. Damn it. It's a good choice.

“You'll look stunning,” Kokomi assures good-naturedly, smiling in delight. Ayato does not doubt that will be the case, but he's sure he would be in a foul mood the entire night if he were to see you adorning it.

He has already retrieved his coffee from the break room so he excuses himself to his office, long strides that lead him out of earshot.

As a result, he doesn't hear the following conversation.

“Why this, though?” Kokomi asks, looking closely at the accessory. “It's a simple design. Doesn't look like something a man would pick from the rest.”

You shake your head. “I just told him I wanted something blue, and I couldn't choose myself because there were too many that caught my eye...”

“Blue?” She echoes, a simple curiosity. “Why blue?”

“...It's a pretty color.”

It is an actual coincidence that Ayato runs into you in the middle of shopping.

You're hunched over a display stand showcasing a variety of earrings, deep in thought as you observe each one. You're doing that thing where you scrunch your nose in concentration, a habit Ayato doesn't think you even realize you have.

“Fancy meeting you here, Ms. [Surname].”

(He wonders what face you would've made if he said “You go here often?” instead. Probably some degree of disgust.)

You blink, correcting your posture and nodding in greeting. You don't look particularly thrilled to see him, but at least you're unbothered by the prospect of seeing your boss on a free day. “You're here to shop too, Mr. Kamisato?”

Ayato smiles amicably. “I am. Were you planning to buy earrings?”

“Yes, but...” Your gaze returns to the display, your own smile faltering. “It is a bit difficult to choose.”

He walks over, scanning the variety up and down. “Is it really? You only need to choose a pair that matches your necklace, right?” He focuses on shades of silver, bypassing the vibrant colors of reds and pinks. Not even fifteen seconds later, he picks out a card and holds it out next to your ear. “This one looks nice on you.”

“Huh? Really?” Perhaps surprised by his swiftness, it takes you a moment to react accordingly. You take the card from his hands and flip it over, eyes widening by a fraction. “Oh. It is rather pretty.” Then they widen further as big as saucers. “I can't say the same for the price tag, though.”

“Hm? What price tag?”

He plucks the earrings from your hands, walks to the counter, and pays for it without a second thought.

“M-Mr. Kamisato?”

“Pull up your hair.”

“Eh? Oh, okay.”

You're so caught off guard that you unwittingly do as he says, tucking your hair back obediently and still processing the last two minutes.

His fingers tug at your ear, warmth bleeding to your skin, and by the time you return to reality, he's already putting the earrings on you.

STORY FLOW.

ok i lied i actually can't remember shit about this fic so i will be making up stuff as i go lol

what i do remember clearly is that the resignation notice that ayato found on your desk is years old. you meant to submit it way, way back when ayato was tougher on you, and you weren't as well-adjusted as you are now to the job yet. as stated in the fic, being ayato's secretary is no easy task—he'd fired countless people he thought was incompetent.

you fought a number of times, and you didn't know if you could keep up working for a man you thought was simply incompatible with you (in terms of being colleagues/partners).

but over time, you learned to work together. ayato acknowledged your efforts and hard work, and you knew ayato had been trying to give you less jobs to reduce your workload, but you were going to prove that hou could handle it.

what truly made you appreciate ayato more was when you got stranded at the train station. you dealt with a far company they collaborated with, but work ended later than expected, and you'd missed the last train home. taxis were an option, but youd have to go through several of them to get back. right when you were thinking of checking into a hotel, ayato informed you he was already on his way and drove a couple of hours to get where you were to bring you home.

time continued to pass, and that brings us back to the present. you were on the process of cleaning up your desk and left the old resignation notice out in the open by accident, which led to ayato seeing it.

it is very apparent to the others that you two like each other, but the involved parties themselves are unaware of it. you currently aren't eager to get married, but you were trying to meet people so your parents would stop bugging you about still being single.

anyway, ayato bought those earrings for you. timeskip to the corporate event. you unconsciously picked a blue motif for your outfit because it reminds you of ayato.

when you get there, surprise, surprise. the man you were meeting, kazuha is a bigwig, heir to some other corporation. he actually owned that cruise he invited you to and pretended he didn't because you might be intimidated. ayato didn't think the kazuha he knew and the kazuha you knew were the same person, and now the advantage he had over him was ruled out (i.e being rich). (actually while i was rereading i was surprised i didn't mention that it was kazuha...? istg i was imagining him the whole time i wrote about him)

anyhow, as it became later in the night, ayato wanted to get you home before kazuha could offer to drive you back or worse, spend the night with him. ayato acted drunk so you'd tend to him and accompany him home while his driver was in charge of taking you to his apartment. as you were nagging at him, he compared your interactions with him to yours and kazuha's. you were certainly nicer to that man. smiled at him a lot more, too. did you really like him that much?

if you did, could he let you go?

he was ashamed that he couldn't answer it right away. as if he had any right to whatever you do.

you carried him to bed when you got to his apartment, but when you were preparing to leave, he hugged you from behind. do you like that man? why do you want to leave me? why can't it be me? ayato was just pretending to be drunk, but he felt dizzy now, soaked in your scent. he said things that he wasn't supposed to. things that he couldn't take back. things that would change your relationship forever.

slowly, you took away the hands wrapped around your waist. ayato figured that was a message of rejection.

but then you pushed him back down on the bed and you straddled his lap. his mind was silent for but a few seconds before he started screaming mentally.

i've always wanted you, but i knew it was impossible. you have a fiancee. i'm an ordinary worker. your family won't accept me. ayato's mind was in a daze because your face was so close to his, and all he could see was the red, glossy shade on your lips, but he managed to hear those few sentences.

it doesn't matter. nothing else matters. i can't marry if it's not you. if you accept me, i swear i'll make you happy.

from here on, it could be a happy, fluffy ending where turns out, you were tipsy so you were more honest with him and you fell asleep in the middle of kissing so he took it upon himself to change your dress into something more comfortable and end the night with a forehead kiss...

...or you could continue what you were doing and the first thing ayato takes off is the damned necklace so he could replace it with a smattering of hickeys. your choice ^^

#genshin impact #genshin impact ayato #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #ayato imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #ayato x you #for those worried about kazuha dw about it he doesn't want to get married either lol

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guppybibi · 6 months ago

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just a proper written fic for the one i posted abt earlier! not a part 2, which i will be writing soon :3

tag: @msilwrites <3

It’s been a month since Johnny had gotten shot in the head, and as his spouse you were the first one to receive the news of his accident. When you arrived at the hospital, to see Johnny still there and alive, well barely, it felt like your heart sunk to the deepest pit in your stomach.

Recovery wasn't quick, that's for sure. As of now, Johnny is still going through physical therapy, medication, all of that. His speech was apparently affected by the injury as well, so…him not talking as much wasn't that strange, right?

Whatever it takes for him to recover, I guess. You remained positive, hoping that Johnny will make a full recovery soon. After all, you researched that younger people like Johnny have a better chance of recovery.

~~~~~~

Dinner hasn't been this quiet in like what…3 years?

Johnny’s has been staring at his plate full of food for the past 10 minutes now, you're not exactly sure if calling his attention is the right thing to do. He was unresponsive, despite you trying to initiate a conversation.

With a sigh, you continue eating anyway. The food was getting cold. ‘Johnny will get better soon. This is fine, you can wait. You will wait.’ You think, the words flooding your mind.

~~~~~

Shit. Johnny was gone, where the hell could he possibly be? He never wanders off, even before he got shot! You've been scrambling around the house for a good half an hour now, practically turning it upside down. It was no use, maybe you could find him outside..

Hurriedly, you put on your coat and scurry away into the city in hopes to find Johnny mindlessly going around.

The park, not there. The restaurant you two always used to go to, not there either. Where can he be? You’ve basically toured the whole place! There were swirls of worry forming in your heart, making it beat faster.

You weren't looking at where you were going from how much you were panicking, shock when you collided with what felt like a wall basically. You look up, realizing that it was Simon you bumped into.

This was good! Maybe he saw Johnny, maybe he was with him even! Hope fills inside you, spreading throughout your body.

“Simon! Oh, it's so good to see you–have you seen Johnny? I’ve been looking everywhere for him!” You ask, clearly exhausted judging by the beads of sweat running down your forehead and the way you panted.

But you don't miss the way Simon’s eyebrow raises, eyes peering at you. “What do you mean, love? It's Johnny’s death anniversary today.” He replies, seeing your gaze move from his eyes to the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

You blinked multiple times, waiting for Simon to hopefully say it was a joke. You even make the effort to check your phone that it wasn't April Fools. Trying to speak was impossible as you felt your words get stuck in your throat, it wasn't difficult for Simon to notice.

“Take a deep breath, alright? Take your time.” Simon attempts to soothe, placing a hand on your back and patting it rhythmically.

Once you got a hold of yourself, your voice still shakes as you respond. “Johnny is…what? Are you kidding me right now, Simon? T-this really isn't funny..”

Denial. Simon isn't surprised, he's seen go down before. It's better to approach the situation gently, to not startle you as much.

“I'm not lying, Y/N. I’d never lie about something so sensitive like this, I am telling the truth.” He tells, his voice firm yet reliable. He was going to be your rock, it's the mission Johnny had left for him to do.

“Johnny is gone…” You mumble under your breath, repeating the words as if you were in some sort of twisted trance. But some kind of realization dawns on you, you look up at Simon with eyes widened in horror.

“Who the fuck was I living with this past year?”

And even Simon couldn't answer that.

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sabertoothwalrus · 3 months ago

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any art tips about writing funny scenarios? i feel like i understand drawing but ive been in a total writing rut, especially when it comes to comedy :/

I think the main thing to consider is What Is The Punchline.

Something I see often in beginner joke-writing is having too much after the punchline. You don't need to have character A dunk on character B, and then have characters C, D, & E all reacting to it. UNLESS the reaction is the punchline. Remember how funny vines were? A lot of that came from them being only 6 seconds, and often cut off at the end. The Abruptness can absolutely add to the timing.

The other main thing is that comedy = contrast. Yesterday was April Fool's Day, and something I was seeing a lot of people do (myself included) was make some kind of "announcement", and then say some variation of "haha sike!" The thing is, this only works if your audience could have realistically expected you to make that kind of announcement in the first place. If an artist who has been staunchly and vocally against AI art posts an AI image, then... that's not really a joke? Your followers will be confused, not only because you're acting out-of-character about an issue that's politically charged, but also because you're still using AI art.

My own version of this joke was to redraw an old comic, which is something I love doing! I love revisiting old media I used to like, and I love redrawing art to track my improvement. My followers (hopefully) know this about me. The twist was that the comic I redrew was voltron, specifically klance, because I have the experience to know this would give a lot of people a lot of whiplash. Even after almost 9 years, just simply seeing the characters was enough to send people careening into a weird spiral of nostalgia and fear for my sanity, because of how controversial the show and its fanbase had become. But since most of the controversy was because of extremely-online drama, it was ultimately harmless (and people that are genuinely still into the show got some new art for it teehee!) I'm going to use a recent comic I did as a another example.

^ this is a comic about Ace Attorney, but honestly you don't really need to know anything about Ace Attorney except that "7yg" is a shorthand the fandom used for "7 year gap".

Panel 1: Setting the expectation. it's during the pandemic, so it's normal for people to have hand sanitizer on them. A precedence has been established.

Panel 2: Additional Context. Phoenix rummages through his pockets, which tells the audience he has a lot of stuff in them, and that he's identifying objects more by touch than by sight.

Panel 3: Anticipation

Panel 4: The punchline! Oops, it was lube! Small bottles of lube DO look & feel very similar to bottles of hand sanitizer, but people-- especially during a global pandemic-- do not typically carry small bottles of lube on them. Personally, I think Phoenix Wright could be the kind of person to have lube on him (for any number of sexual or non-sexual reasons), but the audience doesn't necessarily need to know that about him. Part of the joke is the nonchalance in his reaction; all you need to know is that Phoenix himself is not that surprised or embarrassed about having lube with him, or about having just dispensed some of it into his friend's hands.

Comedy is hard to explain!! It's also not very funny to explain. It really takes a lot of practice, and everyone has different tastes in humor/context/expectations anyway, so you're never going to make everyone laugh. Knowing your audience will definitely help.

#art help

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pseudophan · 3 months ago

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girl help

2015-2017: dnpcrafts

2018: pigeonfest

2019: ??

2020: normancam?

2021: 2011 roleplay on stereo

2022: ??

2023: onlyphans

2024: dnpcrafts 4

Also did they do anything before 2015?

oh god i was trying to do this list in my head the other day but gave up, let's give it another go lmao

2019 they didn't really do anything on account of the whole about-to-come-out thing, but phil rickrolled us with a pigeonfest fake-out and dan kind of just teased his coming out video because that's all he did in early 2019 apparently (<- fond)

2022 they may have actually just ignored us completely but that makes sense since it was like a month before why i quit youtube and the wad announcement so dan was in his peak dan-and-phil-i-don't-know-her era (<- bitter)

before they started danandphilcrafts april fools pranks wasn't really a thing of theirs, they would be funny about it but they didn't have these elaborate plans yet. i wasn't here for april 1st 2012 and prior so i don't know if they did anything then (dan's pombear massacre was posted on april 1 2011, but i don't think he intended for that to be an april fools prank he's just weird), but in my mind april fools as a dan and phil concept started in 2013 when us phannies decided to all change our twitter layouts and display names to dan's and then phil joined in. there's a tumblr post somewhere with a whole bunch of notes chronicling the whole thing but i cannot for the life of me locate it so here's some really shit screenshots instead

also some people then started changing their profile into phil to balance it out, then other people, and this one made me lol

one of the last times they had a somewhat civil interaction before that infamous back and forth a couple months later 💀

anyway, then in 2014 dnp continued the twitter identity theft joke but this time they were both troy bolton, for some reason

and the year after that we got the first danandphilcrafts, of course. basically i think we can credit crafts and all their other april fools bullshit to phannies trolling dan twelve years ago, which in turn we can credit at least partly to the mishapocalypse that happened on the same day, because if memory serves someone saw that whole thing being planned on tumblr and was like lets do that on twitter as well but with a picture of dan, which then devolved into lets all just pretend to BE dan for the day

#phistory <3

#answered

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hqrbinqerruoo · 2 months ago

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UNDRESSED - Rin Itoshi

───────── ⋆⋅꒰ა☆໒꒱ ⋆⋅ ────────

“I don’t want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl I wont forget.”

───────── ⋆⋅꒰ა☆໒꒱ ⋆⋅ ────────

CW: none! I don’t think so?

“Lets break up.” A faint whistle in the background blew as you just stared at him. A giggle leaves your throat. This is a joke. This has to be a joke… right?

But the jokes not funny anymore as those words lingered for far more than a minute with nothing but silence interrupting those heavyweighted words. “I didn’t know you were so good at joking around, Rin!” You nudge his shoulder with a smile, playing his words off as a joke.

He just stares at you. And then back towards the game of the little children playing soccer. “Anyways, like I was saying—” Rin cuts you off.

“I’m not joking.” Surely, he must’ve been joking, right? Theres no way he called you over here just to break up with you.

“Are you being serious?” You ask, staring up at him for the first time since he ushered those three words. It felt like a thousand cement bricks suffocating your body with those three damn words. A light-hearted laugh leaves your mouth once again as he doesn’t reply to your question. “Why?” You question him once more.

Maybe you were in denial. Or maybe he’s just playing an April Fool’s joke on you! But it’s November— November 19th— too late for an April Fool’s joke.

“Because I don’t need you.” He looks back at you, almost like hes seeking a reaction from you but you only smile at him. “And I promised myself to only focus on football, nothing else.” Rin hears you humming as if you were ignoring his words.

“Y/N, I’m not joking. Don’t contact me again.” He gets up from the wooden bench, grabbing his equipment from his earlier practice. What a cruel thing to say.

“You’re so cruel, Rin.” You say, once again with that smile on your face. He turned around to look at you once more; he never understood how you could smile so much, even in the toughest situations but thats what he liked about you. Yet, he kept his pace as he turned his head forward, walking away from you like nothing happened.

The world spun. It felt like colors were all merging together as you pulled your phone out of your pocket, just to be met with a lockscreen of you and Rin. He wore a light smile with eyes closed as you kissed his cheek. Just then could you let your smile falter as you dialed somebody’s number.

—

Your mom was hysterical. She had rushed home from work just to console you after hearing the news of your breakup with Rin. “How could he even say that to you!?” She reprimanded the air, sufficing as a replacement of the younger Itoshi.

“Mom.. It’s okay. Seriously!” Another smile. “He just said he wanted to focus on his football career and thats alright.” A big sigh could be heard as your mom put a hand to her waist for the nth time in the past hour. “But sweetie, a man should never say that to you! Do you really think its acceptable for him to say you were basically useless.” You just laugh it off before faking a yawn.

“I’m getting tired so I’m gonna head to bed, k?” She just nods and lets out another exasperated sigh. It’s not like she isn’t sad that Rin Itoshi isn’t your boyfriend anymore, she was actually quite fond of him. He would often help around the house and would always care for you when you caught sick. She was just so angry for you— as her child— to hear that a man would say something so ruthless to you.

—

The next day, you made sure to wake up extra early. You were determined to take Rin Itoshi out on a date today. Of course you didn’t tell your mom because you knew she would be highly opposed to it. Logically, that man literally just broke up with you. But you were never one to give up. You even formed a plan to make sure it worked! And even if it didnt… Well, you would suck up the consequences later, then.

Before leaving the house, you take a moment to get ready. You want to look your best — not for anyone else, but for yourself. You put on that cute sundress you love, the one with light, airy fabric that makes you feel a little more confident. You curl your hair just a bit, letting loose soft waves that frame your face nicely.

You apply a touch of light makeup — a bit of blush to give your cheeks some color, a swipe of gloss that makes your lips look fresh and natural. You want to feel good, to carry a little brightness with you as you step out the door. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you take a deep breath. Okay. You’re ready.

You step out into the quiet street, heart pounding in your chest. The store isn’t far, but the morning air feels fresh and a little cool, giving you a moment to steady yourself before you go in. When you finally push open the door and step inside, the familiar scent of baked goods and fresh produce hits you. The store is quiet, just a few other early risers browsing the shelves. You walk slowly, your eyes scanning the aisles with purpose.

First, you head to the section where they keep the instant foods. You already know exactly what you’re looking for — a box of that warm, comforting Ochazuke you know Rin loves. You find it easily, nestled between other Japanese snacks. You pick up a box, feeling its weight in your hand, and look at the packaging — simple, homey, with that familiar green tea and rice illustration.

You pause, holding it for a moment, imagining Rin’s face when he sees it. You tuck it into your basket, then move on.

Next, you head to the manga section. It’s a small, neat display, with rows of colorful covers. You scan the titles, your eyes catching on one of his favorites. It’s a series you’ve seen him read before, always with a little smile on his face. You take your time, flipping through the pages, making sure it’s the right volume.

Then, with a deep breath, you head to the counter and rent it, feeling a little nervous as the clerk scans it and hands it over. You clutch it tightly, like holding onto a lifeline.

The walk to his house feels slower, almost deliberate. Every step is a reminder of what you’re doing — trying to reach out, trying to hold onto something you’re afraid is slipping away. Your mind races with thoughts, but you focus on the small act of kindness you’re about to give him.

When you finally arrive at Rin’s house, nerves tighten in your chest again. You ring the doorbell, and his mom answers with that warm, familiar smile. “Hello Y/N!” You try to keep your expression steady with a smile.

“Hi, Mrs.Itoshi. Is Rin home? I wanted to see him.”

Her smile stays, but a flicker of something else crosses her face — a hint of hesitation. She looks at you softly, then asks quietly, “Did he tell you anything about today?”

Your heart sinks. “No, he didn’t mention anything,” you reply, trying to keep your voice even.

For a moment, her smile falters just a little, and she looks down before speaking again. “He just left to a football camp today… it’s called Project Bluelock.”

You blink, caught off guard. “Oh, really? Did he—”

She hesitates again, then looks at you with a gentle but sad expression. “Did he ever tell you he was leaving for that?”

You blink in surprise. “No, he never said a word.”

Her face softened, but her eyes revealed something more — a quiet understanding. She looked away for a moment, then sighed. “I apologize on his behalf, sweetheart. It must’ve just slipped his mind!” She waves her hand around with a soft laugh to distract you.

It seemed like he didn’t mention anything about the breakup to his mother as her doltish behavior was apparent; yet her words felt like a gut-wrenching punch to your body. Maybe this is why he wanted to break up with you, so you didn’t have to worry, right? Stomach twisted in pain and confusion, but you kept your composure. “How long do you think he’ll be gone?” you asked softly.

She looked uncertain, fidgeting as she thought. “It could last four years, or maybe less. It’s hard to say when he’ll come back.” Well, that just crushed your guesses.

You nodded slowly, then bowed your head slightly, forcing another strained smiled, it was basically your signature from now on. “Ah, okay. Thank you Mrs.Itoshi! Have a nice evening.”

Without waiting for more, you turned and walked away from his house, feeling the heavy weight of it all settle in. He really left — not just yesterday, but for good, it seemed. And no matter how much you hoped, the truth was sinking in like a hook: he truly did leave you behind.

—

The soft glow of the evening sun seeped through the curtains as you stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate necklace around your neck. It had been more than a couple of months since Rin’s absence had left you in that dark, quiet hole—months of feeling lost, trying to hold yourself together.

But now, finally, you were beginning to crawl out of it, taking tentative steps back into the world of normalcy. You’d been going on dates with other men, trying to remind yourself that life still moved forward, even if a part of you still felt broken.

And among all those attempts, one man named Oliver Aiku had caught your attention more than the others—his easy charm, genuine kindness, and the way he made you feel like you mattered.

Tonight was your second date with him. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or hope, but deep down, you knew this was different. Something about Oliver made you forget the ache in your chest, even if just for a little while.

You took a deep breath and stepped out of your house, locking the door behind you. The city buzzed quietly around you, but your mind was still tangled in memories you couldn’t quite shake.

Now, as you headed to the restaurant, that familiar mix of excitement and anxiety settled in your chest. You’d been doing your best to move on, but part of you still carried the weight of the past.

The restaurant was elegant, with soft jazz music floating through the air and candlelight flickering on every table. You were led to a quiet corner where a man was already waiting, his eyes catching yours with a gentle warmth. Oliver Aiku. A professional football player, a shining star in Japan’s U-20 team, and someone who seemed to understand how to make a girl feel special without even trying.

He stood as you approached, offering a charming smile and a hand that you took hesitantly. His grip was firm but kind, and as you both sat down, he kept your hand in his, his thumb softly tracing circles on your palm as he ordered for you.

The dinner was slow, filled with easy conversation, laughter, and that rare feeling of being truly seen—really seen.

Oliver was romantic in a way that made your cheeks flush, spoiling you with small gestures—flower petals on the table, whispered compliments, a gentle touch on your shoulder. It was comforting, the kind of comfort you hadn’t realized you needed.

As the night deepened and the candles burned lower, he leaned in slightly, his voice lowering to a more serious tone.

“I’ve got a big match coming up,” he said softly, eyes shining with anticipation. “Against a team called Bluelock. It’s in a couple of months—probably right around when I’ll be at my busiest. I’ve been training hard for it, and honestly, I want to make it special. He paused.

“I’d love to invite you to come watch, maybe even see the game in person if you’re interested.” He shot you a wink.

You blinked, caught off guard by how casual yet meaningful the offer sounded. A few months still felt like a long wait, but the way he spoke about it made it feel like it was right around the corner. Your stomach tightened at the mention of Bluelock. You recognized the name immediately—Rin Itoshi. The thought hit you like a sudden gust of cold wind. You froze for a moment, feeling the familiar ache rise again, but you quickly masked it with a small, polite smile, nodding politely. No, you wouldn’t let him see how much that name still haunted you.

Oliver kept talking, rambling about tactics and players, the passion in his voice making your mind drift elsewhere. You found yourself staring at the flickering candle flame, images of Rin’s face flashing behind your eyes. The way he’d always hold you in his arms, how he always called everybody ‘lukewarm,’ and even when he said those three damned words to you. But the memories blurred together, tangled with the present, and suddenly, you felt distant, disconnecting from the romantic man sitting infront of you, at dinner.

“Are you okay?” Oliver’s voice broke through your reverie, gentle but concerned. You blinked, realizing you’d been silent too long. You offered a small, reassuring smile. “Nothing’s wrong,” you said softly. “Just… thinking.”

He studied you for a moment, then smiled again, understanding without pressing further. You finished your meal, the night winding down slowly, the world outside fading into a quiet hum. When the time came for him to drive you home, he stood, holding out his hand. You took it, feeling the warmth of his touch as he helped you into his sleek, luxurious car.

On the drive back, he pulled you close, giving you a quick hug and a wink before kissing the top of your hands. “Can’t wait to see you at the game,” he said softly, his voice tinged with excitement. “I really want you to be there. It would mean a lot.” You nodded, feeling the warmth of his presence, but inside, the ghost of Rin still lingered, stubborn and heavy.

As the city lights blurred past the window, you wondered how long you could keep pretending you were okay—how long you could keep hiding the ache that never quite faded. Because some memories, some names, just refused to let go, no matter how much time passed. And as you stared at the passing streets, you couldn’t help but think about that game. Maybe it was a sign? About how it was just a few months away, and how, somehow, it felt like it was already shaping your future—whether you liked it or not.

—

The stadium was alive, but somehow, it felt distant—like a dream you didn’t quite want to wake up from. You step through the gates, and your eyes are immediately drawn to the massive, life-sized cardboard cutouts lining the entrance.

All the U20 Japan players, frozen in mid-action, their faces bright and confident. But the one that catches your eye, the one that makes your heart skip a beat, is Oliver Aiku. His calm smile looks so real, so familiar—like he’s right there, waiting for you.

You pause for a moment, your gaze lingering on his figure. It’s funny, isn’t it? How the one who invited you here is also the reason you’re trembling inside. You look past the cutouts, past the crowds, trying to steady your breathing.

It’s been over a year since Rin Itoshi shattered whatever hope you had left. And yet, somehow, you’re back here—drawn in by the game, by the memories, by the ache of something unfinished.

You make your way to get snacks—just a soda and some popcorn—trying to drown out the noise of your own thoughts. The stadium begins to fill, the roar of voices and footsteps echoing around you.

Soon, both teams pour out from their tunnels—blazing with energy, fierce and determined.

Then, your eyes catch him—Rin. Tall, focused, his sharp gaze sweeping the crowd. You see him, and for a moment, your breath catches. He turns slightly—just enough—and you swear, for a brief second, he looks directly at you. Maybe it’s just your mind playing tricks, but you catch a flicker of recognition in his eyes.

And just as quickly, he’s gone, replaced by the figure of Aiku. Calm, composed, walking out with that gentle smile. Your eyes meet, and for a heartbeat, everything slows down—like the world is holding its breath. Aiku nods at you, a quiet “hello,” before he steps onto the field with his teammates.

The game began. It’s fierce, relentless—bluelock pushing forward with speed and precision. The tension between the teams is almost tangible, every pass, every shot soaked in anticipation.

You watch, heart pounding, as the score tightens. The air is thick with cheers, groans, and the raw energy of youth and competition.

The whistle blows, marking the end of the match. Bluelock is ahead—just barely—after what feels like the most nerve-wracking game you’ve ever watched.

The stadium begins to empty slowly, a gentle hum of departing fans as your phone buzzes suddenly—

AIKU- Meet me in the lobby when everyone leaves.

You swallow, nodding to yourself, and make your way through the quiet corridors, the emptiness almost surreal after the chaos of the game.

When you reach the lobby, there he is—leaning against the wall, a soft smile on his face that seems to carry a thousand unspoken words.

“I just wanted to see you,” he says softly, stepping closer. His voice is gentle but sincere. Without thinking too much, you find yourself stepping into his space, and he wraps you in a warm, genuine hug.

It’s not just a gesture—it’s a quiet reassurance, a moment of fragile connection.

He holds you for a beat longer than expected, then slowly pulls away, his eyes lingering on yours. He speaks again, quietly, almost like he’s afraid to disturb the moment.

“You looked good out there,” he murmurs, eyeing your flowy dress. “I’m glad you came.”

You want to say something back, but words feel unnecessary. Instead, you just smile, feeling a strange flicker of comfort amid all the chaos.

He hesitates, then finally, he says, “I’ve got to go now. The others are heading to an afterparty. But I wanted to see you. To thank you for coming.”

You watch him leave, your heart a little lighter, even as the echo of Rin’s shadow still lingers. Little did you know, Rin had seen everything—the hug, the exchange, the small, human moments that made your heart ache even more.

Later that night, you’re back at your house, standing in the quiet kitchen. The dishes are cleaned, the silence feels almost thick around you. Your mind is tangled, restless, and then your phone buzzes softly on the table.

You glance at it. Rin’s name. Your stomach tightens—an instinctive pull. You hesitate, then pick it up.

RIN— Meet me at our park.

He was sure you would come, just like a loyal cat that always finds its way home after wandering off out of curiosity. Even when abandoned and left behind, the cat’s love for its home and loyalty made it return, trusting that it was still a place of comfort.

This time, its return was because of its unconditional love, not just curiosity.

It’s late, but something urges you to go. You grab your jacket, step outside, and feel the cool night air. Shadows stretch long across the empty streets, and everything feels slow—like time is holding its breath.

When you arrive, there he is—leaning against the lamppost. His face is softer than you remember, but his eyes are guarded, like he’s been holding something back.

He looks at you, silent for a beat, then speaks quietly.

“Are you seeing anyone?” Rin asks, voice low.

You shake your head. “No.” It’s not like you were obligated to tell him the truth but who cares? Your ex who dumped you, the very ex that you’re still deeply inlove with, is speaking to you again. Maybe you were desperate but love knows no bounds.

He hesitates again, then asks, “What about Aiku?”

You shake your head again, with a small, quiet smile. You never really had feelings for Aiku—he was just someone to distract you. It was just a casual moment, nothing special.

Rin pulls out his phone and shows you a photo—Aiku, sitting between two girls, kissing him. You glance at it without much feeling.

“Who are they?” you ask softly.

Rin’s eyes flicker with something unspoken—regret, maybe. “Just some people from the party,” he says quietly. “I was curious, that’s all.”

He takes a breath, then, more straightforward than usual, says, “I’m sorry.” His voice is steady but unsure, like he’s still learning how to say it.

“For walking away. For how I treated you. I was scared—I guess I didn’t want to hurt you, or lose you…” He pauses, searching for your eyes. “In the end, I probably still did but-“

He cuts himself off. "..When I got invited to Bluelock, I thought I wouldn’t be enough to provide time for you. I thought it was better to leave.”

He looks down, then back up, a little awkward but sincere. “That’s stupid.” You reply with a smile as he looks up at you, the tip of his ears red from embarrassment. What a sweet sight.

His words hang in the cool air for a moment. Then he adds softly, “I never stopped thinking about you.”

You listen, feeling the honesty in his voice—clumsy, maybe, but real. “I just couldn’t stand it when I saw you and Aiku.. the thought that another man could have children with the eyes of the girl I would never forget.” He instinctively cringes at his own words. It was cringey, but it was true so in some sort of way, Rin felt it was validated.

“Not saying that you’d ever have kids with such a lukewarm bastard though…” He looked away, shy. How cute.

Another smile from you, followed by a laugh that Rin could never get tired of. “I forgive you,” you say quietly as you slowly lift a hand to his face. A gentle caress to his cheek as he leans into like its the most natural thing in the world.

Rin nods, a faint, uncertain smile on his face.

Under the quiet glow of the moon, you realize that sometimes love isn’t about perfect words or grand gestures. It’s just about trying—about being brave enough to say what’s true, even if it’s messy.

You stand there for a moment longer, silent but connected. Then, quietly, you turn back toward home, feeling just a little lighter—hope flickering inside, maybe this was the start of something real.

Maybe love is simply about trying.

#rin itoshi #blue lock #itoshi rin #itoshi brothers #itoshi sae #sappy #angsty #desperate for love #oliver aiku #aiku oliver #blue lock u20 #bllk u20 #u20

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vibelladonna · 3 months ago

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𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈… 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃 ! ! 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓋𝒾𝓋𝒾

To start off, sorry I haven’t posted any fanfics lately.

Well, other than “Rizz the Wolf” April Fool reaction—look man I was really hyped and I couldn't help myself, I'd like to mention that I’ve got two exams this week and one more after that, so things have been kinda hectic for me as my spring semester is ending soon.

I’ll try to post something this weekend or later.

Now, about the update on Geo… y’all really blew up my inbox. I was sitting in a chemistry lecture, taking notes on my iPad, when like 30 people inboxed me, saying overall ‘CHECK TWITTER!’ I was so confused, just staring a my screen like, "wtf is going on???" 😭 I legit thought something bad happened, so I checked Twitter all dramatically like I was about to read a scandal.

First off, I just love seeing updates from @fantasia-kitt. And since y’all were MAYBE waiting for my "official statement"—because apparently, I’m the top writer that actually enjoys writing about Geo (which, fair, I do take almost every request I get)—here it is:

I admire it ♡. Like deadass, omg.

Seeing Geo as Aroace just makes so much sense, like I already knew funny enough. It fits him perfectly—both personality-wise and character-wise. If there was ever a character who would straight-up say, "I literally do not have the time nor interest in a relationship,"

It’s literally him.

That being said… yeah, I guess this means almost everything I’ve written about Geo so far isn’t exactly accurate. Especially when it comes to writings like [ 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈 ] or [ 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝒷𝒶𝓇𝒾 ]—to tell ya'll the truth, I was kinda hated writing those.

I still lowkey head cannon him into Japanese bondage, Shibari—in a non sexual manner, like he just wanted to learn because he just happens to be interested in it.

Yes, I did a lot of research for them, but to keep it real, I only wrote them for my dearest readers because, at the time, there was barely any NSFW content for Geo, and everyone kept asking for it.

However, at the back of my brain, I already knew it didn’t fit his character, which was my original plan to never write it in the first place. If I’m being honest, I do feel a tiny bit disappointed—not at Geo being Aroace now.

Like, I’m actually hyped about that.

Sidenote—Do you know how rare perfectly written Aroace, aro, or even just ace representation is?

HARDLY ANYWHERE.

It’s a constant battle trying to explain to people that this is who I am, and half the time, they just don’t get it because no one really talks about it.

So seeing a character like Geo, who actually fits the identity so well, is a huge win. It’s more about the fact that I knew I understood his character so well, but I kept holding myself back and writing him wrong—just to please everyone.

That’s on me, and I’ll never do it again.

So, this short update hits close to home.

Like Fantasia mentioned, "Geo has a special place in my heart since he reflects my own sexuality as well being an Aroace and I thinks this fits him more personality and character-wise." End quote.

And truthfully, same.

As mentioned, I’m asexual—like, if you’ve been on my blog for even five seconds, you’ve probably seen the spade symbols everywhere or my about me pinned post. It’s my way of repping my sexuality—hell, I even wear it as jewelry daily.

Also, a thought: I might be aro too, but I haven’t done a deep dive into that yet. Relationships have never really been my thing, and my priorities have always been my academics and career, so… maybe? Who knows.

Like, I’ll probably sit with it over the summer when I finally have some free time to contemplate my existence properly.

For those who don’t know me personally… let’s see…

if I had to sum up my personality, just picture Dr. Cristina Yang from Grey’s Anatomy or Kyoko Kirigiri from Danganronpa (btw, Kyoko is the only character in that game I care about). That should give you a pretty solid idea of how I operate.

That being said, I’m definitely still writing about Geo.

Don’t get it twisted—I was never gonna stop. I’ll just be going off my own thoughts now, and hopefully, everyone’s cool with that.

But please, for the love of all that is holy, do not ask me to write that Sol and Geo threesome. I was deadass joking in [ 𝒿𝑒𝓁𝓁𝓎 ]. Same with Hyugo and Geo x Reader request in a relationship—logically, it just doesn’t click for me to write something like that.

I enjoy writing about Geo—he’s one of my comfort characters (which, mind you, I only have like four on that list). And honestly?

Still my ideal type. I relate to him a lot. Not saying I’d date myself, but when I write him, I often think, "How would I react?"—except I dial up the arrogance, smugness, and overall asshole energy.

And before you ask, "Why the hell would you even want to date someone like that?"—leave me alone. 😭

Again, dating isn’t exactly high on my priority list.

I just think about it sometimes—mostly because my parents won’t get off my ass about it. They keep saying, “Don’t waste your life just focusing on work,” but like… I genuinely don’t have any desire for it. I just want to enjoy life, make a decent living, and maybe—if anything—consider marriage way down the line.

But if I HAD to pick, it’ll be Geo.

Like in a best friends kind of way. Personally he’ll be so understanding because he too feel this way. I’ll annoy him so much.

The reason why, to me, relationships are just really close friendships with extra steps. If you’re dating someone, shouldn’t they also be your best friend? Deadass my friends call me weird for thinking that way, however I like to see it that way.

This is why the only piece I actually enjoyed writing was [ 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 ]—ironic isn’t it? I just thought of Geo and me as best friends and converted that into something for whoever was reading.

I always saw it as experiencing romantic and sexual attraction differently than most people. Relationships aren’t one-size-fits-all—they take on different forms depending on the people involved.

With Geo, I was just being transparent about who he is, what his needs and boundaries are, and how that shapes his dynamics with others.

Same goes for real life—your needs, your expectations, their needs, their expectations… It all comes down to communication.

That’s everything.

And like Geo isn’t heartless now. If you play “Rizz the Wolf”, it just proves how much Geo actually cares about his friends. Like dude, look at how he treats Crowe and Deryl. Sure, he was pissed at Deryl for touching him and just straight-up being goofy, but he still let him do it.

And Crowe? Crowe did so much for Geo. It’s literally in the game’s glossary that Crowe helped him after he got kicked out of high-class society. No wonder Geo wipes Crowe’s face with a napkin.

Not gonna lie, kinda wish that was me.😗

What I’m getting at is—this all just clicks.

So yeah, Geo not doing romantic relationships?

Officially canon. He doesn’t see the point, doesn’t have the time, and honestly? This just gives me even more material to work with—so stay tuned for the next post ! !

I’ll catch y’all later—thanks for listening to my rambling, my dearest readers. ♤

#the kid at the back vn #tkatb geo x reader #the kid at the back geo #geo oogami #tkatb geo #tkatb vn #tkatb #subaru oogami #sorry if the tags are misleading #I'm currently writing as of right now

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lllivia · 11 months ago

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can i request?

pranking Jackie, that u got a hickey from someone else so you can get back at her after she pranked u :p

Happy April Fools Day!!

Jackie Taylor x f!reader

summary: getting revenge on your girlfriend after last year's April Fools Day

warnings: modern au, infidelity prank, not proofread, slightly suggestive at the end

Wow maybe this is a little bit too far you can't help but think nervously as you look over yourself in the mirror, makeup brushes scattered across the sink counter.

As you pat your finger one last time over the now very convincing hickey the sense of guilt that was creeping up your throat quickly disappears when you recall the godawful prank your conniving little girlfriend pulled to deserve this.

Last April Fools Day you had come home exhausted from a long day at school with a strong need to shower. And you didn't really think much of it as you stepped under the hot stream, letting the water run over your hair and body.

you'd scrubbed off all the grime left from soccer practice before you lastly reached over to your shampoo bottle, eyes still closed as you felt your way over to it before squeezing a generous amount into your hand.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK"

You yelled at your own reflection the second you stepped out of the shower and looked in the fogged up mirror where everything seemed to be normal - except your now bright pink hair.

"What the fuck what the fuck oh my god" you rambled frantically as you quickly searched the name of your girlfriend into your phone, immediately knowing that she was behind this.

"Jackie what did you do!" Is the first thing your raised voice said after she picked up the phone call, irritation bubbling up as she burst out laughing when your disgruntled face shows on her screen, her plan had clearly worked.

"Happy April fools day!!" She responded breathlessly, still not done laughing.

"This is not funny Jax - I look like a clown oh my god" you continued and looked up into the mirror again. Well it didn't actually look that bad - but still.

"Well then you'll be my sexy clown baby, you look hot, I have to say pink is definitely your color" Jackie giggled evilly back, way too smug for your liking as you continued to glare.

The dye hadn't washed out of your hair for like a month, and ever since then you had been planning what would be the best way to get back at Jackie.

Everything was ready, you had already set up for her to come over today to just watch a movie and hang out, so it would be perfect to 'accidentally' flash the self made bruise at her while you were cuddling or something.

Your phone suddenly pings.

'I'm standing outside 💕' - Jax 🐰⚽

You quickly cover the makeshift bruise on your neck before walking to the front door, a little bit anxious.

"Hi baby" your girlfriend grins and greets you as she steps inside, immediately making herself comfortable as she throws herself onto your large couch.

"Hi Jackie" you smile back, rubbing your clammy hands on your shorts before following her slightly on edge.

"I know I said we'd go to the arcade but I'm kinda tired today so can we please just watch a movie here?" you sit down next to her and pout, giving her your infamous puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah that's fine.. On one condition" she replies in a serious tone making you sweat even more.

"What?" Surely she hadn't figured out what you were doing yet right?

"You have to win me the biggest teddy they have the next time we go to the arcade" She answers smiling widely.

Pushing her playfully you can't help but roll your eyes lovingly. "yeahh yeah of course"

An hour goes by as you cuddle up together, enjoying each others presence as you watch some movie in the background. Deciding now was the time to finally get back at her, you shift a little, making the bruise more visible to where she was sitting.

Another few minutes go by before it's Jackie's turn to shift uncomfortably as she studies the mark clearly planted on your neck.

"What the fuck is that" she musters.

"Hm what?" You answer, hiding your tiny smirk as you look over at her.

"What the fuck is that bruise on your neck."

You brush your hair back over the mark, acting both confused and slightly defensive.

"I don't know what you're on about Jax" you shrug.

Her eyes blaze with anger as she forcefully grabs your face by the chin, turning your head to the side before studying your neck more closely.

"This is clearly a huge fucking hickey y/n, who was it?"

"No one- it's fine Jackie let's just finish the movie" you pull away.

She stands up.

"I'm leaving, this is such bullshit - I thought we were doing good - perfect even. And then you have to go make out with some whore" she says harshly, blinking away the tears that had slowly crept up on her before storming towards the front door.

Shit that had gone way worse than you were expecting - you weren't even sure what you were expecting from this.

"Jackie wait! Shit" you stumble over your own legs as you rush after your furious girlfriend. "It was a prank! I'm pranking you ok, I just wanted to get back at you for last year"

Just as she was about to turn the handle you catch up with her "I promise, see?" You carefully turn her face towards you again.

"What."

You reach up and rub your hand over your neck forcefully. Turning it red with not only with the bloodflow rushing up towards the friction but also the eyeshadow getting smudged all over.

"It's makeup, it was all fake baby. It was just an April Fools prank - a really really stupid one at that"

You say hastily and caress the girls cheek softly, soothing her.

She looks away again, blinking a couple of more times to process before smiling slightly. "..I guess you got me this time" but then she swats your hand away from her and comes dangerously close. "But if you ever EVER do something like this again, I will kick your ass."

You chuckle "mkay if you say so" then grimace "how about we go out, I feel like I kinda owe you"

She purses her lips for a second before looking you over. "Or- we could stay right here, and I could show you what real hickeys look like"

You scoff smirking "how could I say no to that"

a/n: TYSM FOR THE REQUESTT, literally the perfect timing since its April 1st today 😭😭 (I completely forgot about this for MONTHS 💀)

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Summary: The gang heads down to the annual fair and enters a magic show that turns out to be a little too real. When the witch believes the humans are keeping the borrowers captive, sizes are swapped and now they have to figure out how to get back to normal.

Or; A non-canon April Fools fic where everyone gets to swap sizes with each other!

Warnings: Fear and panic

Word Count: 12,404

AO3 Link

Other people do actual pranks on April fools, I, apparently, write the literal longest one-shot of my fanfic writing career, lol. Anyway, this was a lot of fun to write! It's non-canon to the actual bbbcau but I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

Also, special thanks to @valcove for help in beta reading this beast of a one-shot!

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“I still can’t believe the nearby town holds a fair every year.” Joel said as he, Grian, Impulse, and Tango walked along the fair’s path, looking at everything it had to offer. They had arrived not too long ago, having carpooled in an uber since they hadn’t wanted to deal with parking. Good thing too, because the place was packed. Not just from people within the town but from their fellow peers at the college. “This thing is huge.”

Impulse smiled and laughed. “Yeah, they really go all out on it. It’s a whole three day thing and they’ve got a ton of different things to do.” Impulse explained. It was no wonder the college had a three day weekend this week in particular. They were pretty sure they could even see some of their professors around.

“Impulse and I have gone the last two years and they’ve been a blast!” Tango exclaimed with a grin. “So I’m sure you guys will have a great time!”

Grian hummed, a smirk forming on his lips as he leaned over to look at Impulse. “And was Skizz with you those times too?”

Impulse laughed again, though this time it came out sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. Tango blinked at the question and turned to look at Impulse himself. Upon seeing his reaction, Tango looked affronted. “What?! Even then?!”

They all laughed as Tango deflated, pouting at just how unobservant he had been for two years, with a borrower right under his nose. This wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but it was always funny.

Speaking of the borrowers, both Jimmy and Skizz had decided to tag along to the fair. Jimmy hadn’t been sure at first, after all, the most crowded place he had been in before had been a classroom and at one moment, on the floor of a busy crowded hallway. It had sort of put him off going out into public again. But Skizz had hyped up the fair so much and managed to convince him to at least give it a try.

So now, the two were tucked safely within a pocket. Skizz in Impulse’s chest pocket, and Jimmy in Grian’s hoodie pocket. Thankfully the day wasn’t too warm where Grian couldn’t wear it at all, since Jimmy really did prefer the hoodie pocket over other kinds. Skizz was a bit weird, saying he didn’t mind anything. Over the years he had spent with Impulse, he had found himself in a variety of places in order to hide. Some worse than others, and among them pretty much any kind of pocket was a solid ten in his book. Especially if it was Impulse’s pocket.

It was still strange knowing how long Impulse and Skizz knew each other. Thirteen years was a long time and finding out they had met as kids had been especially surprising for Jimmy to hear. Kids could be a lot, they could be so much more dangerous than even adults, but after hearing the story, it didn’t seem like that at all. In fact, Impulse had been far better than any adult. Even an adult borrower.

Jimmy shook those thoughts away for now, focusing back on the present. He could hear the sounds of the fair all around him and though he couldn’t make out anything distinguishable, it did all sound like fun. He was probably the most excited to try all the different foods they had. Skizz describing everything he’d tried at the fair was probably at least half the reason he had been convinced to come.

“So, what should we do first?” Grian asked after getting his laughs out at Tango’s expense.

Impulse snorted. “Well, I know what Skizz wants to do.” Impulse moved off to the right and the others gave each other a look before following him. Sure enough, Impulse stopped at a food stand, the first of many they were sure to stop at. Impulse turned around as he waited behind one person. “Skizz skipped breakfast so he could save room.” Impulse explained.

“Heck yeah, I did.” A small voice said, coming from the front pocket of Impulse’s shirt. Thankfully, Skizz’s voice was only loud enough for those closest to hear him. Though that didn’t stop Impulse from glancing around him, just in case.

“What stand is this?” Joel asked, trying to look behind everyone to see the sign for the menu. He wasn’t having a lot of luck though.

“This was Skizz’s favorite last time. They sell elephant ears.” Impulse explained.

“Oh, they were the best. Jimmy, if you can hear me, you need to try it!” Skizz exclaimed, this time a bit louder than before. Impulse placed a quick but gentle hand over the pocket, causing Skizz to make a noise, as the person in front of them turned their head to give them a look. Impulse gave them a nervous smile until the person simply turned back around, continuing his order.

Everyone sighed in relief. “Little too loud there, buddy.” Impulse said, slowly taking his hand off his pocket. He heard Skizz let out a small huff, his turn to be a bit pouty.

Jimmy had heard Skizz though and he moved a bit, pressing against Grian’s left hand, which was nestled in the pocket with him. He felt more than heard Grian hum and gave Jimmy a small poke. “Seems like Jimmy wants to take you up on that offer.” Grian translated for him. The only bad part about being in the hoodie pocket was that he was a bit too low to be heard like Skizz could be. But he had other ways to communicate, as he had just showed off.

“I’ll buy two then. They're big enough for two people to share, so once Jimmy and Skizz have their portion the four of us can split the rest.” Impulse explained before realizing it was now his turn and walking up to the stand to order.

“Sounds good to me. Not sure if I’ve even tried an elephant ear before.” Joel admitted, trying to think back. He was coming up blank though, so if he had tried it at some point but forgotten, well it no longer counted anyway.

It didn’t take long for Impulse to grab the two elephant ears, which were large, hanging over the paper plate it was on to the point all of them were worried it would fall. Thankfully though, they managed to make it to a secluded table and Impulse placed the plates on top as they all took a seat.

They all glanced around, making sure no one was around before Impulse reached into his shirt pocket and pulled Skizz out. Grian, hand already in his pocket, simply cupped it around Jimmy, making sure his grip was firm before pulling him out as well.

Both borrowers were set down gently on the table and the humans allowed them to grab what they wanted, both Jimmy and Skizz ripping off a corner piece of their respective elephant ears, before moving more towards the middle of the table to sit down together. Skizz had taken a bigger portion than Jimmy had, but Skizz was used to eating more food. Jimmy still had some catching up to do, if he wanted his stomach to grow out a little more, even after these last few months.

Once the borrowers were settled, the humans split up the rest with each other and they all dug into the fried cinnamon bread with eagerness. As soon as the flavor hit Jimmy’s tongue, he couldn’t help but let out a small noise of pleasure. “Oh my goodness.” Jimmy reacted as he swallowed. “You were right Skizz, this is amazing.”

“I told ya! And there’s plenty more food like this all over the fair!” Skizz exclaimed before taking another bite. “We eat like kings today, Jimmy.”

Impulse snorted. “Like you don’t usually?”

“Yeah, well, this food is extra special, so it’s different.” Skizz huffed, causing the humans to laugh.

Jimmy finished his piece and then stood up, stretching a bit before moving back over toward Grian and Joel, though they weren’t his real destination. He moved in between them and used their bodies as cover in order to see out into the fairgrounds. He had only caught a glimpse of it from the car before he had to go into the pocket, so he wanted to take this opportunity to look around.

There were a lot of humans around, to the point where Jimmy felt a bit tense just looking at all of them. He moved his gaze away from the crowd though and focused on the actual fair attractions themselves. There were tents set up all over, booths and games scattered in between them. Like Skizz had said, there were also a lot of food stands just from where Jimmy could see. It was different than anything else Jimmy had seen, and despite the crowds of people he was happy he had come.

A hand suddenly snaked in front of him, curling around him front to back. He settled his hands against the top of the finger and looked up to see Grian was the one the hand was attached to. “Careful, you don’t want to be seen.” Grian said.

Jimmy rolled his eyes, though it was mostly out of fondness. “I know.” The hand curled around him became just a bit tighter and it moved him over so he was now in front of Grian before the hand left completely. Jimmy turned back to the rest of the table, who he noticed were just finishing up the rest of their snack.

“So, what should we do next?” Tango asked as he licked off the excess cinnamon on his fingertips.

Joel hummed and leaned back in his seat, looking around them for anything interesting. His eyes caught sight of a particular tent, one with a sign readable even from how far away he was. He pointed over to it. “That one sounds interesting.”

Grian followed his gaze, eyes squinting as he read the sign. “The Amazing Witch Aria? Really, Joel?” Grian asked, looking at Joel with a raised brow.

“Hey, it could be entertaining! Not that I believe in magic but everyone likes a good magic show. Right?” Joel said, trying to explain himself.

“He’s got a point. It could be fun.” Impulse said and Joel nodded along, thankful someone else agreed with him.

Neither Jimmy nor Skizz believed in magic either. Even if some would say the existence of borrowers at all was magic in and of itself. But with everything Jimmy and Skizz had been through before meeting their humans, well, it was a hard sell for anyone to convince them magic was real. Either way though, the idea of a magic show intrigued the two of them. “I think we should check it out.” Jimmy chimed in and with an agreement from Skizz, the group was decided.

Jimmy scurried onto Grian’s hand and was placed back in his hoodie pocket, Grian’s hand once again staying inside with him. He leaned against it, getting comfortable. Impulse scooped Skizz up and carefully deposited him back in his chest pocket. Once the borrowers were secure, they all stood, throwing away their empty plates and heading over to the witch’s tent.

As they drew closer, Tango got close to the sign in order to read the fine print. “So…it looks like it’s ten bucks per person.” Tango said, already in the process of pulling out his wallet for a ten.

“Bit expensive, ‘innit?” Joel mumbled a bit to himself as he also pulled out a ten.

“You were the one who pointed it out.” Grian reminded him. Joel simply shot him a look.

Money in hand, they pulled back the tent. It was a good medium size, fitting a table and enough chairs for at least six people. There was a girl messing with something on said table, but her head perked up once she heard the rustle of the tent opening. She put on a smile. “Hello! And welcome into the world of magic and wonder.” She said with a bow before standing back up and putting her hands together. “Are you here for the show?”

“Yes, please.” Impulse said and she nodded.

“That’ll be forty dollars then.” She said and Impulse collected everyone’s ten and handed it over. She quickly counted that all forty was present before slipping it into her pocket. She motioned toward the chairs in front of the table. “Please, take a seat.”

They did as told and Tango leaned in closer to look at the desk. There were some things like cards spread all around and some sort of stick off to the side. Though the stick was probably supposed to be a wand, now that he was thinking about it. “So…what kind of show is this? Are you going to be reading our futures?” Tango asked.

The girl huffed a bit. “I’m not a psychic, I’m a witch.” She blew some hair out of her face and put on another smile. “I’m here to do some magic and let you feel some magic.”

Tango blushed a bit. “Oh. Okay.” He said, feeling embarrassed for having asked.

The witch collected herself and then snapped her fingers. The lights in the tent went out, plunging them into darkness for a brief moment before a single light, right over the witch, came back on. “My name is Aria and welcome to the magical world of witchcraft!” She grabbed her wand and raised it up in the air.

Grian, Joel, Impulse, and Tango clapped politely, as Jimmy and Skizz simply listened in to what was happening. Though they both wished they could see the show, it was too dangerous to try and sneak a peak right now.

“First thing I’m going to do is let my magic wash over you, for not only you to get a feel of it, but for me to get a feel for you.” Aria said and her wand flicked forward. Both humans and borrowers were suddenly filled with a slight tingling sensation, though the humans chalked it up to placebo effect. The borrowers were a bit more awed at the feeling though.

As her magic washed over the four, she settled into their auras…and then promptly froze. Her magic wrapped around two more things than what she could see. Tiny things, tucked away in two of the human’s pockets.

Her grin dropped, her mood more than soured. “Oh. I see how it is.” She said out loud, her voice carefully even.

The humans gave her a confused look before Aria switched her expression back to a smile. Though it was clear there was something more sinister behind it this time. The humans felt another kind of shiver go down their spines. “Thought you could hide them from me, hmm?” Aria said and everyone tensed.

“...What are you talking about?” Grian asked carefully, his body shifting, ready to leave any second.

“You know. Your little borrowers.” Aria said, her eyes narrowed as she said it.

Grian stood up, quickly followed by everyone else. “We’re leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Aria said, her eyes shining as she flicked her wand again and all the humans froze against their will. Joel tried to open his mouth and speak, to yell, but that too was frozen shut. Aria stared at all of them and then smiled. “How unlucky for you that you happened to stumble upon a real witch.” She said and then waved her wand again. The humans dropped to the floor, suddenly unconscious.

Thankfully for the borrowers, however, Aria had held them with her magic to protect them from the fall. She then used her magic to lift them out of their respective pockets.

Jimmy struggled and squirmed as he was suddenly lifted into the air, waving his hands and legs every which way. He didn’t know what was happening, how this was all happening. But he looked down and saw all their humans passed out and felt terrified for what was going to happen to them all.

He glanced over at Skizz, who was acting similarly, before both borrowers were set down on the table in front of the witch. Jimmy felt his legs give out and he fell to his knees as he shook from the unexpected fly through the air. Skizz, on the other hand, righted himself almost instantly and glared at the witch. “Hey! What’s the big idea!?” Skizz shouted up at her and Jimmy’s eyes widened at the bravery Skizz was showing.

The witch’s sneer towards the humans turned soft when she focused on the two of them. The sudden change felt like whiplash. “Sorry for the sudden use of magic on the two of you.” She said, and surprisingly she sounded like she meant it. “But you’re safe now from these pathetic humans.” She turned back to glare at their unconscious friends, the word humans sounding like an insult the way she said it.

Jimmy blinked, carefully raising himself up from his knees. “W-Wait, you-”

He was cut off. “I’m sorry, I can only imagine what horrible things you’ve had to endure from them. But you won’t have to any longer.” Aria turned to glare at the humans again. “I’ll take care that they are never able to again.” She lifted her wand, ready to flick it, ready to do something to their friends.

“Wait!”

“Hold on a second!” Jimmy and Skizz said at the same time. Though Jimmy was terrified, at this point the witch was more of a threat to his friends than to him and Skizz, that much was at least clear.

Aria paused and looked at the two with a hum. And then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh! Don’t worry little ones, I understand.” She said and Jimmy and Skizz relaxed in relief. “I’ll let you have your revenge.” She said, striking a bolt of fear and panic through the borrowers once again.

Before anything else could be said, Aria lifted her wand and flicked it. The tip created a brilliant white light that took over Jimmy and Skizz’s vision.

Both borrowers fell over, unconsciousness taking them too.

***

Jimmy groaned as he woke up. He sat himself up so he was sitting on his knees, rubbing the back of his head. He opened his eyes, taking in where he was. Jimmy froze, his hand dropping from the back of his head and going down to his side in shock. He was still in the witch’s tent, that much was obvious. But something was different. Something had changed.

The tent was empty other than the tables and chairs. All of the witch’s things were gone, as was the witch herself. But it was the size of the tables and chairs that Jimmy was focused on. They were…smaller. They no longer towered over him, in fact, with how Jimmy was sitting right now, he was almost as tall as the chair itself and he found he could peek over the edge of the table.

The tent itself also seemed to have shrunk in size. Because the walls were now a lot closer than they had been before he had passed out.

A groan coming from his right made him look in that direction and he saw Skizz sitting up himself. “What happened?” Skizz asked, opening his eyes and looking over at Jimmy.

“I-I don’t know, but the witch is gone.” Jimmy said. “And…everything seems to have shrunk?” Jimmy was less confident about that observation. Skizz looked around them, his eyes widened as he took in what Jimmy had only moments ago.

“Oh, wow you’re right.” Skizz frowned and used a nearby chair to help him stand up. He then came over and gave Jimmy a hand, helping him do the same. Now that they were both standing, it was clear they were far taller than both the chairs and the table. “Weird…wait, where is everyone?”

Jimmy blinked, realizing they were alone in the shrunken down tent. “Did the witch teleport us somewhere else?”

Skizz grit his teeth and headed toward the tent’s door flap. “Probably. Come on, we have to find them before that witch does anything!” Skizz exclaimed and Jimmy jumped, quickly following close behind Skizz.

“Stay close to the tent, we don’t know how many humans will be out there, or where the tent even is.” Skizz said, a bit quieter this time. Jimmy nodded, knowing the drill. Skizz pulled the tent’s flap back a bit and took a peak outside.

To Jimmy’s surprise, Skizz immediately closed it again, his eyes wide as he simply stared at the tent’s fabric. “Skizz? What is it?”

Skizz turned back to look at Jimmy and there was something in his eyes that Jimmy couldn’t make out. When Skizz didn’t say anything, Jimmy pushed past him and took a look outside the tent himself. His jaw dropped, his body frozen as he took in the world around him. It was the fair, same as before, except Jimmy was now staring at it from a new perspective.

Everything was his size. All the people, all the tents, the booths, the stands, everything was the size of a borrower.

No, it’s not that everything shrunk. We grew. Jimmy thought to himself as he couldn’t help but take everything in. After a moment, it became too much and he closed the tent flap once more. He turned to look at Skizz, understanding that look in his eyes now. “Are we dreaming?” Jimmy couldn’t help but ask.

Skizz, numbly, reached up and pinched the skin of his arm. He winced and Jimmy’s eyes widened. “Nope. This is…This is really happening.”

Jimmy turned his head to look back at the opening, at the world that now fit the two of them perfectly. It was something Jimmy had only ever dreamed about but the dream was quickly crushed by the reality that a witch did this to them and they still had no idea what the witch had done to their friends.

“So, if we’ve grown, and this is the same tent as before…then where are Grian, Joel, Impulse, and Tango?” Jimmy asked, turning back to Skizz again.

Skizz thought for a moment, looking around the now smaller tent, at least to them. “Well, the witch was clearly upset with them. She seemed to think they had us against our will.”

Jimmy nodded, that assumption had been all but proven by her words. “Yeah, and right before we passed out she said something about letting us take revenge? Is that why we’re big?” Jimmy asked, trying to piece everything together.

“Maybe…but if that’s the case then where are-” He suddenly stopped talking, his eyes going wide. Jimmy tensed, wondering why Skizz had cut himself off.

“What?” Jimmy asked in a panic, wondering what Skizz had figured out.

Skizz let out a deep breath. “If we’re big and the witch wanted us to get revenge on them then…Jimmy, what if they’re small?”

Jimmy froze. “No, that…” He bit his lip. He was about to say how impossible that was, but ‘impossible’ no longer held any meaning now that the two of them were human-sized. It was completely and utterly possible that the witch had reversed their roles for the sake of ‘revenge’. “Does that mean…you don’t think they're still in here, do you?” Jimmy asked, looking down at the floor, suddenly panicked that they hadn’t been looking where they’ve been walking this whole time.

“Only one way to find out.” Skizz said and started moving around the tent, slowly, scanning the floor and watching where he was stepping. Jimmy let out a shaky breath before following his lead, looking around the legs of the chairs and tables and in the corners of the tent. Jimmy leaned forward and took a look behind the chair that was behind the table this whole time and his eyes widened.

“Skizz.” He called out and Skizz was immediately by his side. He followed Jimmy’s gaze and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Is that really…?” Jimmy whispered, as if talking too loud would make them disappear. He dropped to his knees, careful to stay a couple feet away from them.

“Oh my god.” Skizz said, also kneeling on the ground and staring openly at their once towering friends. His eyes fell specifically on Impulse’s form and he sucked in a breath. “Impulse…all of them, they’re so small.”

Jimmy could only nod.

Skizz tore his eyes away from their passed out friends, looking at Jimmy with wide eyes. “This is weird, man. They shouldn’t be this small. They’re-this is-it’s too much!”

Jimmy couldn’t help but agree. This was too much all at once. Seeing Grian and Joel especially like this…like Skizz said, it was weird. He was so used to seeing them as larger than life and now he was like that to them.

He couldn’t help it when his hand reached out, his fingertips ever so gently grazing Grian’s back. At the contact, he snapped his hand away, feeling weird about it. He cleared his throat to try and get rid of the feeling. “They’re still…they’re still unconscious.” Jimmy observed, subconsciously rubbing his fingers along the tips that had just touched Grian. “What do we do?”

Skizz swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from their shrunken friends. His eyes lingering on Impulse most of all. “We need to…wake them up. Right?” He glanced in Jimmy’s direction, just as unsure as he was.

“Yeah…Yeah, right. We need to make sure they’re okay.” Jimmy said but didn’t move. He simply continued to stare. “...How should we try and wake them up?”

Skizz winced and bit his lip. “I guess just how you normally wake someone up?”

Jimmy was about to ask what that meant when he watched as Skizz reached out and nudged at Impulse gently on his shoulder. Right, now Jimmy understood, Jimmy himself had been woken up many times from Grian and Joel both nudging him like that. It was just…very weird to be the one doing the nudging to someone so small.

“Impulse…hey, come on buddy, please wake up.” Skizz said as he continued to nudge at Impulse’s limp body. Impulse groaned and started to move and Skizz relaxed a bit in relief before moving his hand over to Tango, doing the same thing with him as he waited for Impulse to fully wake.

Jimmy swallowed and followed along with what Skizz was doing, moving his hand to gently poke at Grian and then Joel’s tiny form. “Grian, Joel, please wake up. We’ve uh…got a bit of a situation here.”

Slowly, but surely, all four humans began to stir. Whatever spell the witch had hit them with must have really taken it out of them, because it took a while for each of them to fully enter the realm of consciousness again. Impulse was the first to start opening his eyes but before he could open them fully, Skizz scooted back, pulling Jimmy with him. Jimmy sent him a questioning look.

“We don’t want to crowd them.” Skizz murmured and Jimmy’s eyes widened in understanding. Right, he had to remember, things were swapped now and their humans were far from used to being around beings who were essentially giants to them. Not that Jimmy was any more used to being the said giant, but he knew better than anyone that his current position was a lot easier to handle than theirs.

Impulse let out a small groan, coming back to reality as he slowly realized he was laying down on the cold hard ground. He opened his eyes to confirm what he was feeling and slowly pushed himself up. He felt achy and drained and it took him a moment to remember what had happened. When he remembered the witch, and what she had said before the four of them had passed out, he immediately went to check his pocket. To his panic, Skizz wasn’t inside.

He looked beside him, seeing Grian, Joel, and Tango stirring and waking up as well. His eyes scanned around them, looking for Skizz, hoping he was okay. He looked further into the expanse of the room and promptly froze at what he saw, all the breath in his body leaving him at that moment.

Skizz and Jimmy were sitting a few feet away, towering over them like skyscrapers. Impulse scooted back some, his eyes meeting Skizz’s, who had a softened look in his gaze. Impulse swallowed thickly and his eyes went to the rest of the room, finally noticing the furniture that also now towered over them. As he met eyes with Skizz again, he realized what must have happened. “Skizz?”

Skizz put on a smile, trying not to show how panicked he was at Impulse’s current size. “Hey buddy.” Skizz said, keeping his voice low just in case. Though no matter how low he tried to keep his voice, it was still much louder than any of the humans were used to. The rest of them shot up at the sudden loud voice, only for them to freeze when they saw Jimmy and Skizz.

They all simply stared at each other, not knowing what to do or say. Jimmy, for his part, felt incredibly awkward being the giant. He glanced over toward Skizz, wondering if he was feeling the same way.

“J-Jimmy?” Joel stuttered out, breaking the silence. Joel tried to take in what he was seeing but it was hard to believe. Hard to fully comprehend the fact that not only were there two towering beings in front of them, but that those beings were Jimmy and Skizz.

“Yeah, it’s…me.” Jimmy said, though he didn’t sound confident. To be honest, he didn’t really feel like himself like this.

Jimmy’s eyes moved to Grian when he saw the human start to shake his head. “No, no this isn’t real.” Grian said, his tone toeing on the edge of panic. Jimmy’s heart broke at the sheer look of fear on Grian’s face. All the humans, actually, had looks of fear spread across their features. Even from where he was, he could see Joel’s breathing starting to pick up even more. Tango looked pale, like he was going to pass out again. Impulse actually looked the least scared of them all, but he still had that familiar feeling of wariness toward them.

Jimmy bit his lip about to try and say something, but Skizz beat him to it. “Unfortunately, this is very real.” Skizz said with a somber tone, very unlike Skizz usually.

“We’ve…shrunk?” Tango’s tiny voice said.

Skizz nodded but Grian once again shook his head. “No! This is…” Grian jumped up to his feet, swaying slightly, looking like he was going to fall over and pass out again.

Jimmy started to move before he could truly think about it. “Careful-!” Jimmy reached his hand out toward Grian, intent on helping him balance. Grian, however, had caught his balance on his own and when he turned and saw the giant hand coming toward him, he panicked.

Grian would hate to look back on it later, but he screamed at the incoming hand. His scream seemed to jolt everyone out of their shocked, fear-filled stupor, because they all jumped up to their feet. Jimmy flinched at Grian’s scream, his hand paused, and that gave Grian and the others enough time to start running.

Jimmy and Skizz’s eyes both widened as their friends ran from them.

“H-Hey, wait!” Jimmy called out, scrambling to get himself up.

“Impulse!” Skizz called, feeling a bit hurt that his best friend would run, even if he couldn’t really blame him given the situation.

The humans continued to run, their mind so clouded by fear that they didn’t even process the concern in the giant’s voices. They watched as Grian and Joel split from Impulse and Tango, going in the other direction but both sets of humans seemed to be heading for the walls of the tent.

Skizz’s eyes widened with panic as he turned to Jimmy. “We got to stop them from getting out.” Skizz said and Jimmy nodded. “You get Grian and Joel. I’ve got Impulse and Tango.” Skizz said and then both borrowers jumped into action. Jimmy felt really bad for what he was going to do, he knew better than anyone, except maybe Skizz, how it felt to be grabbed so suddenly when trying to run.

He was reminded of when he first met Grian and Joel and how that whole first meeting went. This was seemingly going down very similarly, much to Jimmy’s guilt.

It was quite easy for Jimmy to catch up with the two, the hard part was making sure he didn’t get too close and accidentally kick them or worse. He really needed to get them off the ground and so, despite his guilt, Jimmy reached down and grabbed Joel first.

It was sickeningly easy for Jimmy to wrap his hand around Joel’s entire body. Only Joel’s head was free as Jimmy lifted him up toward his chest. He could feel Joel struggling against his finger, pushing and hitting but doing nothing. Jimmy swallowed but didn’t have time to think too much about it because he still needed to grab Grian.

Keeping Joel close to his chest, he used his free hand and reached down toward Grian. Once again, it was so very easy to grab Grian, even with him running as fast as he could, Jimmy at this size was faster. Like with Joel, only Grian’s head was free as he brought him close to his chest. He could feel their little heartbeats against his fingers, going a mile a minute as both humans struggled against his grip. Jimmy would be lying if he said his own heart wasn’t going just as fast.

Jimmy glanced over toward Skizz, who he watched snatch up Tango, Impulse already in his other hand. Jimmy relaxed just a bit, knowing the humans were safe from getting themselves trampled outside of the tent. He swallowed thickly and turned his attention back to the two shrunken humans in his hands and geez, wasn’t that a sight? Seeing Grian and Joel in his hands like this was nothing short of insane.

He took a deep breath. “Guys, please, it’s okay.” Jimmy tried, though he winced at his own words. He didn’t think he was terrible at comforting people, so then why did he feel so bad at this?

Maybe because he had never been looked at with such fear before.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to push that down. He carefully brought his hands close together, opening them up and allowing Grian and Joel to sit in his cupped hands. “It’s just me, I’m not going to hurt you.”

The two were clinging a bit to each other now and Jimmy just felt bad. He didn’t like scaring them. He didn’t like being something worth being scared about. Gently, Jimmy used both his thumbs to rub at Grian and Joel’s back, knowing he found comfort in it when they had done the same to him. Jimmy almost stopped when he saw the two flinch but slowly, he watched as their shaking died down.

“Jimmy?” Grian voice came out, careful and nervous. Jimmy nodded and continued the slow and gentle rubs.

“Yeah.” Jimmy confirmed. “Are you guys okay?” He then asked.

Joel sucked in a breath. “Y-Yeah.” He stuttered and winced at himself. “It’s just…a lot.” Joel admitted and Jimmy nodded, knowing exactly what Joel was talking about.

“I get it. I mean, obviously I get it.” Jimmy said with a slight laugh, trying to lighten the mood just a bit.

He counted it as a win as he saw two brief smiles flash across their faces.

“But seriously, are you guys okay?” Jimmy asked. He just wanted to make sure there were no other effects left behind from the witch.

This time, Grian was the one who nodded. “We’re fine.” He paused. “Sorry for running.” He mumbled more under his breath, looking away in embarrassment. Joel also couldn’t seem to look Jimmy in the eyes. Jimmy sighed but smiled softly.

“It’s okay, like I said, I get it. I’m…I’m sorry for just grabbing you guys like that but we were scared you’d run out of the tent and get hurt.” Jimmy explained to them. Jimmy was unfortunately familiar with large crowds and stomping feet and he did not wish that fate upon anybody. But especially not his two best friends.

Grian shivered, as if he had just realized what could have happened if Jimmy hadn’t snatched them up in time. “Yeah, no, that’s…” He shook his head as he trailed off and Jimmy couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment.

“Everyone okay over here?” Skizz said, moving over to them, Impulse and Tango cupped in his hands similar to how Jimmy was holding Grian and Joel. The two looked a lot better than before, though Tango still looked a bit pale.

“Yeah, we’re okay.” Jimmy answered, turning around to face Skizz and let the humans see each other. “Are you guys?”

Skizz nodded. “Yeah, Impulse was easy to calm down. Tango here was a bit harder to tho.” Skizz said, though it was clear he meant it in more of a teasing way. Tango blushed and looked down. He muttered something that Jimmy couldn’t quite make out but Skizz must have been able to because he laughed, gently poking Tango’s side. “Aww, come on buddy, you know I love ya.”

Jimmy smiled a bit at that but quickly frowned again when he looked around the still very empty tent. “Now that everyone’s calmed down, we need to find that witch.” Jimmy said, looking back at Skizz with furrowed brows. “I’m pretty sure she’s gonna be the only one who can reverse this.”

Skizz nodded but then paused. “How are we gonna find her though? This fair is huge and she could be anywhere. The fact that she has magic doesn’t help either.”

“Maybe you guys could go out and ask someone?” Impulse spoke up and he only flinched a little when both pairs of giant eyes fell on him. He cleared his throat. “Um, if she was here with a tent that means she was registered with the fair. So one of the fair employees has to know where she is.”

Skizz nodded. “Good idea Dop. I guess that’s our next order of business then.” Skizz decided and then, for a moment, nobody moved.

Joel looked between the two of them. “Uh, what’s going on?”

Jimmy cleared his throat, gaining Joel’s full attention. “Well, um, if we want to head out there and ask someone…” Jimmy trailed off so Skizz picked up the end.

“You guys are gonna need to go in our pockets.” Skizz finished and all the human’s eyes went wide.

“What? But Jimmy doesn’t even have…wait, Jimmy, are you wearing my hoodie?” Grian’s line of thought scrambled as soon as he recognized the red hoodie Jimmy was wearing. Jimmy blinked and looked down at himself, not even realizing his clothes had changed.

“Huh.” Jimmy said and then looked up at Skizz. He pointed at his chest. “And Skizz is wearing Impulse’s shirt.” Jimmy noticed.

Skizz looked down and his noise crinkled. “So not only did that witch swap our sizes, she swapped our clothes too?”

“Seems that way.” Impulse said, looking down at himself and realizing he was wearing Skizz’s shirt.

“Well, it works out for us right now, I guess. We both have pockets we can put them in.” Jimmy said.

“I am not going in your pocket.” Joel said, adamant. Jimmy knew Joel was probably still just scared and that’s why he was refusing, but it still hurt just a tiny bit.

“Joel, I’m in your pockets all the time. It’s really not that bad, in fact it’s actually pretty comfortable.” Jimmy tried to reassure. Joel blinked at the reminder and made a small noise, turning his head as he crossed his arms.

“Joel, I don’t like it either but Jimmy is right. He does this all the time and he’s perfectly fine.” Grian said, though with the kind of tone to suggest he really wished he could come up with an excuse to not go into the pocket. Thankfully, Grian usually thought more logically between the three of them and despite not liking it, he knew it was the only way they were stepping foot out of this tent.

At least with Grian thinking logically again that meant his fear wasn’t as bad as before.

“Gah, fine.” Joel huffed and Jimmy looked over toward Impulse and Tango.

Impulse shrugged. “I don’t mind. Skizz is always going on and on about how nice pockets are so I’m curious about it anyway.”

Skizz grinned. “It’s so comfortable, although it might be a little cramped with two of ya in there.” Skizz snickered a bit and then his eyes landed on Tango. “Top? You okay with this?”

Tango let out a sigh. “Yeah…not like we really have a choice.” And really, they didn’t, but Jimmy and Skizz at least wanted to make them as comfortable with it as possible.

“Okay, then I guess…” Skizz trailed off as he tilted the hand holding Tango into his other one so that he was holding both humans in one hand. He used his now free hand to open up the chest pocket, bringing his other hand at the lip of it. He gently tilted his hand and let both Impulse and Tango slide down into the fabric. Jimmy watched all of this, fascinated at the way the two humans simply disappeared. Only a barely noticeable bump was all that gave away their presence.

With Impulse and Tango secure, Skizz turned to Jimmy and Jimmy realized it was his turn. Jimmy looked down at Grian and Joel who simply gave him a nod to indicate they were ready. Jimmy nodded back and carefully lowered them down to where the hoodie pocket was. Unlike Skizz, instead of pulling them both into one hand, he instead separated them. Now holding Grian and Joel in one hand each, he put both of them into his pocket at the same time.

He let them slide off his hand and then moved his hand away but didn’t completely remove either hand. He knew Grian and Joel always kept their hands in the pocket with him for a reason, as evident by the one time they didn’t, so Jimmy wasn’t going to take any chances. With Grian and Joel settled, Jimmy turned his attention back to Skizz.

“Ready?” Jimmy asked, despite feeling barely ready himself.

Skizz nodded. “Let’s go.” And with that, Skizz headed toward the tent flap. Jimmy took a deep breath before making himself follow Skizz.

Just like when they had first woken up, Skizz pulled back the tent. Unlike the last time though, Skizz stepped fully into the outside and Jimmy was quick to follow him. They both paused, once again taking in the sights as people who now fit the size of it. Jimmy frowned as he looked up into the sky though, realizing the sun was in the process of disappearing over the horizon. A heavy amount of orange in the sky because of it.

“How long were we out for?” Jimmy asked quietly to Skizz, who noticed what Jimmy was looking at and could only shrug helplessly.

“At least a few hours if the sky is anything to go by.” Skizz answered. “Man, this whole thing is crazy.”

Jimmy couldn’t agree with Skizz more.

“Anyway, do you see anyone wearing some sort of employee uniform?” Skizz asked, looking back down from the sky to scan the crowds of people in front of him. Despite it being the evening, there were still quite a few people bustling about the fair.

Jimmy looked at all the people, feeling weird at being in sight of all of them. Even if he was the same size as them now, it was still weird to be perceived by so many people. He tried to ignore the feeling, looking for anything that could be an employee uniform. Jimmy paused on one of the booths, there was somebody there wearing a tan sort of outfit helping the booth person in putting stuff away. He tapped Skizz and when he turned around he pointed toward the guy. Skizz nodded and the two headed over in his direction.

“Um, excuse me?” Jimmy started as they got closer, gaining the employees attention. He had a nametag on, so it was more than likely their assumption was correct. Jimmy tried to continue. “We were uh, wondering if, I mean, there was this witch and-wait…” Jimmy trailed off, his words getting all sorts of jumbled at the fact that he was talking to an unknown human.

Thankfully, Skizz took over. “We were wondering if you knew where Aria the witch went? We wanted to catch a show from her but her tent’s empty now.” Skizz asked and Jimmy couldn’t help but admire the fact that Skizz hadn’t stumbled over his words once.

The guy scratched the back of his head. “Oh, she packed up and went home a few hours ago.” Jimmy and Skizz deflated. This was bad. If she had gone home, how were they supposed to find her now? “But she’ll be back tomorrow, same time.” The guy continued and relief flooded the two borrowers.

“Great, thank you so much.” Skizz said and the guy nodded, getting back to work. Jimmy and Skizz moved away from the guy, off to a secluded part of the fair so they could all talk.

Skizz opened up the flap of his pocket and looked down at the two humans inside. It was still a very surreal sight to see for sure. “It looks like we aren’t going to get much further on this tonight.”

“So, what? Do we just…head back to the dorms?” Tango called out from the pocket. Skizz hummed at that.

“Not sure how we’re gonna get in. Or get there.” Skizz said.

That was true, neither Jimmy nor Skizz had anything they could use. Jimmy thought for a moment. “Maybe their phones still work? They could call us an uber?” They’d have to figure out the rest when they got there, but at least one obstacle would be out of the way. Jimmy curled his hands around the two squirming figures of Grian and Joel and lifted them out of his pocket. They looked a bit frazzled, but otherwise okay.

They both took a moment to gain their bearings before Grian reached into his pocket. But Jimmy watched as he froze, his hand pulling out with nothing. “My phone is gone.”

“Hey, mine too!” Joel exclaimed, also coming away empty. “And my keys!”

Impulse and Tango checked their pockets, only to be met with the same emptiness. Joel barked out a laugh. “Really? That witch couldn’t just shrink us, she had to rob us too?!”

Suddenly, for some reason, Jimmy felt a weight in his pants pockets that he hadn’t noticed before. Moving Grian and Joel to one hand, Jimmy silently reached into said pocket. His eyes widened and everyone matched his expression when he pulled out two phones. Phones that they all recognized as Grian and Joel’s.

“Well, at least she didn’t rob us.” Joel muttered, unable to ignore the fact his phone was bigger than him now.

Jimmy reached back into his pocket and pulled out two sets up keys as well. “Looks like we’ll be able to go back to the dorms after all.”

Jimmy had to get help from Grian and Joel to use the uber app and order them an uber as soon as possible, but once it was set, it was pretty easy from then on. Jimmy slipped Grian and Joel back into his pocket and both him and Skizz waited right outside the fairgrounds for their uber to arrive.

As the car pulled up, they got inside. Jimmy stayed silent, only giving a nod in greeting. But Skizz chatted with the guy at least halfway back to the college. Jimmy, once again, couldn’t help but marvel at just how sociable Skizz was. It was hard to see when the two of them only ever interacted with the same five people, but Skizz really seemed to excel at talking with others. It made Jimmy feel a little sad, that Skizz couldn’t be like this all the time.

Skizz noticed his demeanor and leaned back into the seat once he had ended the conversation. He gave Jimmy a knowing look. “You okay?”

Jimmy let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t just that, but everything seemed to be crashing down on him now that they were away from the fair and in the car. Jimmy couldn’t help but curl his fingers around Grian and Joel, feeling them move against his hand. His breath caught as he felt the tiniest of hands press against his own. It was almost too much to think of that being him to Grian and Joel.

“I’ll…get back to you on that.” Jimmy said, not knowing what else to say. Skizz nodded in understanding and the two spent the rest of the car ride in thoughtful silence.

***

The pocket swayed a lot more than Joel had initially been expecting. But as Jimmy got out of the uber and started walking toward the dorms, it was clear their ride in the pocket was not a still one. It wasn’t bad though. The slight sway was actually quite peaceful, almost lulling them. If Joel hadn’t been on such high alert, he might have even been able to fall asleep.

As it was though, there was no way his mind or body would allow him to rest right now.

He glanced over toward Grian, who was huddled in here with him. Jimmy’s hand was situated behind Grian, there, but not quite touching him, though the hand had moved a few times so far and curled around the two of them. Joel knew there was also a hand behind him as well. He didn’t look back at it, but he could feel its presence.

He still couldn’t believe they had been shrunk. They couldn’t have been smaller than Jimmy himself now. Well, normal Jimmy anyway. It was also hard to wrap his head around the fact the borrower he could normally hold in his hand could now do the same to him.

It was no wonder Jimmy was so scared when they first met. It was a wonder he wasn’t still.

Grian was in a similar state of mind, thinking over the last few hours and what had happened. He hated the fact he had let fear consume him so much he ran but looking back he wasn’t sure if he could have kept himself from doing so. The shock of seeing Jimmy and Skizz so big…the sudden horrible fear that had washed over him when a hand bigger than he was had started to reach for him…

Grian had already felt guilty before, of how their first meeting had gone with Jimmy, but now he felt even worse. All Grian had been was grabbed and cupped gently in Jimmy’s hand. The two of them had not only grabbed Jimmy, but moved him back and forth between them. They had poked at him, pressed down against his chest, completely surrounded him in their hands…Grian shivered at the memory. With the new perspective handed to him, Grian now fully understood just how terrifying that would have been.

The two were jolted out of their thoughts at the sound of a key unlocking a door. Voices, familiar but far too loud, rang out above them. “Are you coming in?” Jimmy’s voice asked.

“Nah, I think it might be best if we split for now. Give the guys a break from two giants hovering over them.” Skizz said with a slight laugh.

“Alright, have a good night then.” Jimmy said and they heard Skizz reply with the same, with a promise to meet Jimmy in the morning so they could head back to the fair.

Jimmy opened and closed the door behind him and Grian and Joel both watched as Jimmy’s hands tensed a bit. They braced themselves as the fingers began to move again, wrapping around each of them like it was the easiest thing in the world. And from experience, they knew it really was that easy.

Jimmy’s grip solidified around them and they were pulled out of the pocket once again. Grian couldn’t help but shake, his nerves alight like nothing else before. He tried to push it down, tried to tell himself that Jimmy was safe, obviously. But it was like his body didn’t want to listen to rational thought.

They were only in Jimmy’s hand for another brief moment before they were both placed on Joel’s nightstand. Joel couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief at being back on solid ground. Even if that solid ground was still well above the actual floor.

“How are you two holding up?” Jimmy asked. He was bent down a bit in order to be more level with them. It was appreciated though it didn’t take away from just how imposing he was.

Grian couldn’t help but snort. “Would you believe us if we said fine?”

Jimmy winced and Grian felt a bit bad for joking like that when he saw the sad look in Jimmy’s eyes. They had always had an effect on him before, but with them being so big now it was even harder to try and ignore them. Jimmy let out a small sigh. “Honestly, I probably wouldn’t. Being small is…hard. And I can only imagine it’s harder for someone who hasn’t been small their whole life.” Right, Jimmy was very aware of how Grian and Joel must be feeling. The only thing Jimmy had was more experience but he had been terrified just like them before.

“I really don’t know how you do it.” Joel couldn’t help but say, rubbing at his arm where he could still feel the phantom touch of Jimmy’s fingers.

Jimmy titled his head and suddenly he was smiling softly, looking at the two of them with a fond gaze. “Well, it’s easy when I know I’m the safest with the two of you.” Jimmy admitted, a slight blush coloring his cheeks.

Grian and Joel could feel their own blushes creeping up their necks. “S-Still.” Joel said with a slight huff.

Jimmy laughed a bit, letting his smile linger a bit longer before it slowly turned back into a frown. “It is hard. I still get scared sometimes too. Not of you two, not really. Just…your size.” Jimmy said, looking away from the two pairs of tiny eyes.

“Makes sense.” Grian mumbled, even if he hated to hear how Jimmy still got scared sometimes. “It’s not like we’re scared of you. Just of how…big you are.”

Jimmy nodded and then bit his lip. He straightened up and tried to ignore the fact that Grian and Joel took a step back when he did so. “I should…probably change, right? You probably don’t want me sleeping in your bed like this.” Jimmy said, looking down at Grian’s clothes that he was wearing.

Joel hummed. “Yeah, especially if you’re using my bed.” Joel pointed over to his dresser. “You can use my sweats, I think they should fit you?” Joel tried to look Jimmy up and down but it was hard to gauge just how tall he was when all Joel could see was giant.

Jimmy nodded and Grian and Joel both turned around as Jimmy undressed and put on Joel’s sweats. But when Grian and Joel turned around, it was clear that the clothes didn’t quite fit. Joel blinked. “Huh.”

“It’s…just a little tight.” It wasn’t enough to be too uncomfortable, they were sweats after all and already baggy to begin with. But the fact that they didn’t fit was enough to tell the two humans that Jimmy was taller than either of them first thought.

“Don’t tell me you’re taller as a human than either of us!” Joel exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation.

Jimmy looked down at himself, as if he would be able to tell how tall he was that way. “Huh. That’s…that’s really weird to think about.” Jimmy was taller than them as a human? How on earth was that possible?

“You’re telling me.” Joel mumbled, another huff leaving his lips.

Jimmy didn’t really want to think about that anymore, so he instead opened the drawer of the nightstand Grian and Joel were standing on and rummaged through his clothes. He had to pause for a moment, fingers rubbing at the tiny piece of fabric, awing at just how small they were. He quickly cleared those thoughts though and grabbed two sets of his pajamas. He put them in front of the two. “Here, you can wear my clothes.” Knowing that Jimmy was taller than them, the clothes would be a bit baggy but should still be comfortable.

Jimmy turned around and Grian and Joel each grabbed a set of clothes, turning away from each other as well as they got dressed. When they were finished, they all looked back at each other. “I guess…we should head to bed? It’s already getting kinda late.” And the sooner they went to bed, the sooner they could hopefully fix all of this.

“Yeah, we probably should.” Grian agreed, though he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to rest when his body still felt on such high alert. Jimmy nodded and set up the small nest of blankets he usually used to sleep in. Once that was set up, Jimmy climbed into Joel’s bed. He sat up in it, watching Grian and Joel as they moved toward the makeshift bed.

Joel went ahead and fell into the small pile of blankets and was surprised at just how comfortable it was. Jimmy had always looked nice and cozy within the blankets but Joel couldn’t have guessed it would feel this nice. He let out a sigh as he sunk in deeper and Grian sent him a look. “Just get in and you’ll see.” Joel told Grian.

Grian hummed and got in, immediately understanding. “Oh wow.” Grian curled up within the layers of blankets. “It’s so warm.” Grian hadn’t realized just how cold he had been until now.

Jimmy chuckled. “I told you guys it was comfortable. Though I still prefer sleeping on the bed.” Jimmy said, running his fingers along the mattress. It wasn’t as comfortable as when he was small but it still felt nice. “I’m gonna turn out the lights now.” Jimmy warned, before reaching over them, once again ignoring the way they flinched, and shut off the lamp.

The room fell into darkness and Jimmy shifted until he was laying down in bed. “Goodnight, guys.”

“Night.”

“Goodnight.” Joel and Grian answered back. And then the room fell into silence.

…

Jimmy wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it couldn’t have been long, but he had yet to fall asleep no matter how much he tossed and turned. His mind was still awake with the events of the last several hours and he couldn’t shake the feeling of just how insane all of this was.

He turned over so that he was facing the nightstand. In the cover of darkness, he could only just barely make out Grian and Joel’s small figures. Jimmy frowned as he took them in, their eyes closed and their chests going up and down with steady breaths. That was supposed to be him. This is what Grian and Joel saw every single day, his tiny form snuggled up in blankets otherwise far too big for him.

Jimmy wetted his lips, and he couldn’t help himself as he reached out and gently laid a finger on one of the tiny forms. The figure underneath his finger flinched and Jimmy snapped his hand back, his eyes wide. “Grian? Joel? Are…are you guys still awake too?” Jimmy asked, quiet enough that if they were still asleep he hopefully wouldn’t wake them.

As it was, he watched as Grian and Joel both sat up from their positions. Grian glanced over at Joel, unaware he had also been awake until now. “Seems like it.” Grian said with a sigh.

Jimmy sat up and reached above them to turn back on the lamp. The room flooded with light, briefly blinding all of them. As Jimmy’s eyesight came back, he looked down at the two shrunken humans. “I guess we all got stuff on our minds, huh?” Jimmy said and Grian and Joel nodded in agreement.

“Like just how crazy this all is.” Joel said quietly, staring down at his own hands that were now tinier than life.

Jimmy agreed with that. This was certainly all very crazy. Jimmy looked down at his own hands and bit his lip. He was still curious and maybe now he understood Grian and Joel’s want to hold him better because he was feeling the same way toward the two of them. He swallowed the forming lump in his throat. “Hey, can I…” Jimmy trailed off, feeling awkward for even trying to ask.

“Can you what?” Grian asked, though his tone was a lot softer than Jimmy had been expecting.

Jimmy took a deep breath. “Can I…hold you guys?” Jimmy asked, not looking at the two as he waited for their answer.

Grian and Joel both tensed as an immediate reaction to the idea. Despite having already been held before, the idea of it happening again was still terrifying. But still, this was Jimmy. And the two of them could understand better than anyone of wanting to hold a borrower. The two sent each other silent looks, communicating with their gazes. Grian nodded and Joel sighed but also nodded.

“Yeah, Jim.” Grian answered and Jimmy finally looked up to stare at them with wide eyes. He had honestly not been expecting them to agree.

“Really?” Jimmy asked.

“Yeah, just, ya know…be careful.” Joel said and Jimmy nodded rapidly. Of course he would be careful. He might not have experience on this end of things, but he liked to think his experience on the other end of it would make him pretty good at this part.

Jimmy carefully brought his hand closer and Grian and Joel tried very hard not to flinch at the approaching hand this time. However, instead of grabbing them like before, Jimmy set down his hand palm up in front of them. Looking up at his face showed them he was giving them a gentle smile. “Whenever you’re ready.” Jimmy said, willing to wait as long as he needed to.

Grian and Joel sent each other another look and surprisingly, Joel was the first one to step forward. Grian, not wanting to be shown up by Joel, was close behind and pretty soon the two of them had climbed on and seated themselves down in the center of Jimmy’s palm.

Jimmy brought them over and settled his hand with the two of them over his lap, his other hand coming over and adding to the surface area, just in case the two needed more room. Now that they were safe and away from the craziness of before, Jimmy could actually take a second and process the fact that Grian and Joel were literally in his hands.

He could just barely feel their weight at all. Even the two of them combined wasn’t enough for Jimmy to really notice it. In fact, the two of them could fit comfortably on just one of his hands, let alone both of them. His thumb came up and nudged Joel on the side, watching the way Joel tried not to react very much to it and failing miserably.

On Grian and Joel’s side of things, they too were taking everything in a lot more than they could before, when they were still trying to figure out what to do. Grian couldn’t help but run his hand over the skin of Jimmy’s. He could feel the heat rolling off of the skin in waves and once again, the warmth made Grian realize just how cold he was. He knew smaller beings got cold a lot easier and Jimmy had also told them as much, that borrowers were more susceptible to the cold. But experiencing it first hand was something else.

Experiencing actually being on a hand, first hand, was also quite the mind boggle.

Joel shifted in his place, trying hard to act brave and not react to the giant finger nudging at him. He tried not to think about how that one finger could crush him like it was nothing. He shook his head angrily at himself. Jimmy would never do that, it was just his stupid fear getting in the way. He trusted Jimmy implicitly, even if their roles were now reversed and Jimmy held all the power in the situation now.

Jimmy continued to stare down at them, a question on the tip of his tongue. “Is this how it always is for you guys?” Jimmy felt the question leave him before he could properly think about it.

“Huh?” Grian let out a noise of confusion and Jimmy glanced away for a moment.

“Like…holding me and stuff. Is it always so…?” Jimmy trailed off, not even really knowing how to describe it. “It’s like…you’re just so small and yet you trust me enough to let me hold you?” Was the only real way Jimmy could think of to describe how he was feeling about this.

Grian blinked and then his eyes softened. “Oh.” He said gently, almost just a breath instead of an actual word. “Yeah. It…it’s sort of always like that. Holding you never really gets old because it’s just so…” Grian trailed off and looked to Joel, who continued.

“Amazing.” Joel finished Grian’s sentence. “Like you said, it’s the whole trust aspect of it. You barely even react to us grabbing you anymore and you always look so comfortable in our hands…it hard not to stare in awe sometimes.” Joel admitted. Jimmy nodded along. He could understand all of that, now better than ever. He felt like all he wanted to do was stare and poke at his friends.

“Is it…” Grian started, wetting his lips before continuing. “Is it always like this for you?”

It was Jimmy’s turn to be confused. “Like…what?”

“Terrifying.” Joel chimed in, looking down.

“Do you always feel so…small, compared to us? Like, we know you are small but…do you always feel like it?” Grian asked and Jimmy really had to think about that question.

“I mean…kind of? I am constantly hit with the sheer size difference between us and especially in your hands I feel my size most of all. But while I feel small it’s not a bad feeling. Maybe it’s because I’m used to it but feeling small is just normal for me. And the two of you make being small feel…nice.” Jimmy said earnestly.

“Nice, huh?” Joel said with a small exhale. “I mean, I guess I can kinda see the appeal.” Being in Jimmy’s hand was still a lot but even Joel could admit he was slowly relaxing more and more within the hold.

Jimmy hummed. “Well, you haven’t even been on a human’s chest yet.” Jimmy said with a grin and then shifted around so he was laying on his back, before carefully letting Grian and Joel off his hand and onto his chest. “I think you’ll see why this is my favorite place to sleep.”

Grian and Joel wobbled on the uneven surface of Jimmy’s chest and then paused as they could feel the giant heart beating against said chest. Their eyes widened. “Is that your heart?” Joel whispered in awe.

“Yep.” Jimmy said with a smile, watching as his two friends walked around on his chest. For the moment, Jimmy decided to try and ignore just how weird the sight was.

Grian kneeled down and pressed his hand against Jimmy’s chest, his eyes wide at the consistent thudding heart underneath his finger tips. “Wow.” Was all Grian could really say.

Joel took it a step further and completely laid down, pressing his ear up against the chest. Grian waited for Joel to do or say something but when he didn’t, Grian followed his lead and laid down too. “It’s so loud.” Grian said, though even with how loud it was, he felt mesmerized by it.

“Yep and when paired with this…” Jimmy placed his hand down over the two of them, like a blanket. As the gentle weight settled over them, Grian and Joel couldn’t help but relax for what felt like the first time all day. The warmth mixed with the steady beat of Jimmy’s heart underneath them was so comforting.

“...I’m usually out like a light.” Jimmy continued, his voice now a whisper as he realized Grian and Joel had closed their eyes. Their breathing was steady and Jimmy smiled at their relaxed expressions.

Jimmy hummed as he moved to get a bit more comfortable, careful not to jostle his friends too much. While he obviously knew that being on the small end of this was comforting, what he didn’t know was being on the big end was too. Feeling their tiny forms against his hand, knowing they were safe, it brought Jimmy more comfort than he had felt since waking up big.

He closed his eyes and with Grian and Joel close to his heart, he let sleep take him too.

***

The next day they woke up to the sound of knocking on their door. Jimmy had been nervous wondering who it could be before they had all realized they slept in and it was Skizz knocking on the door, ready to head to the fair. Jimmy had to let them know they would be a minute and they quickly all got dressed. Jimmy had slipped Grian and Joel back into Grian’s hoodie pocket and then opened the door and left with Skizz back to the fair.

Jimmy’s stomach grumbled, especially as they passed by all the different kinds of food, but they needed to find the witch and fix this first, before he could even think about eating.

They came across the same tent as before, and this time the sign was back up, announcing the Amazing Witch Aria to the world. Jimmy and Skizz nodded at each other and then went inside.

“Ah, welcome in-Oh!” Aria cut herself off as she realized she recognized her guests. “The borrowers! How is your revenge going? I hope you are repaying those lousy humans in kind for what they did to you.” Aria said, sneering at the mention of the humans again.

Jimmy stepped forward. “You’ve got it all wrong!” He exclaimed, causing Aria to blink in surprise.

“Sorry?” She said, confused.

Skizz matched Jimmy’s step forward. “Look, we tried to tell you before, but we weren’t in any danger. These humans,” Skizz cupped his hand over the chest pocket holding Impulse and Tango. “They’re our friends.”

Aria blinked, processing this new information. Her eyes widened. “Oh my goodness! Wait, really?”

Both Jimmy and Skizz nodded.

“I am so sorry. I just…I saw the two of you and I just assumed…” Aria shook her head and bent her head down toward them. “I’m sorry.”

Skizz sighed. “I guess I can sort of understand the assumption but you really should have talked to us about it first. We could have avoided all of this.”

Jimmy bit his lip. “Um…you can fix this though, right? Turn us all back to the right size?”

Aria stood up straighter. “Of course! As long as everyone is here, it’s no problem.” Jimmy and Skizz, as well as the humans in their pocket, sighed in relief. Jimmy and Skizz brought the humans out of their pockets and onto the table in between them and Aria. “I’m sorry, I was only trying to protect the borrowers.” Aria apologized, looking guilty.

Impulse rubbed the back of his neck. “We appreciate you looking out for borrower kind, but like Skizz said, maybe talk to them first?”

Aria nodded. “Yes, I will do that next time. I promise.” She brought out her wand. “Now, just stay still and…”

“Wait!” Grian suddenly shouted, all eyes falling on him. Aria tilted her head and Grian continued. “Is…is there any way for Jimmy and Skizz to stay this size? And for all of us to be the same size?” Grian asked a bit nervously.

Jimmy and Skizz’s eyes widened at the request. They hadn’t even thought of that.

Unfortunately, Aria shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry, but unless you want some other humans to take their place, I’m afraid it’s not possible. Magic is an exchange. In order to grow one thing, something else of equal value has to shrink. It was hard enough for me to grow two and shrink four by exchanging it that way.”

Grian sighed but nodded. “Right. I understand.”

“It’s okay, Grian.” Jimmy said, giving Grian a smile. “Thank you for trying, but I think I’d rather go back to my regular size anyway.”

“Same here.” Skizz chimed in.

Grian looked between the two and smiled.

Aria lifted her wand again. “Are you ready?” At all of their nods, Aria waved her wand and flicked it toward them, a brilliant shining light filling the room.

A few minutes later, Grian, Joel, Impulse, and Tango exited the tent, now back to their regular human heights. Jimmy was carefully tucked away in Grian’s hoodie pocket again and Skizz was likewise hidden in Impulse’s chest one.

“So…food?” Tango suggested and they all agreed. They were starving after everything that had happened in the past day. As they looked around for something filling to eat, Grian couldn’t help but let out a content sigh.

“It feels good being back to normal.” Grian said.

And from within his pocket, leaning against his hand, Jimmy couldn’t help but agree.

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