I was rereading the comic right before Jack and Shitty’s last game and Shitty says that if they win he gets a lifetime supply of Jack Zimmermann hugs. Well, obviously they lost.
But, I was thinking about everything and… here you go.
Tater leaves the Christmas celebration after a slice of pie, bowing out by saying he needs to Skype with his mother. It gives the apartment the odd, after-Christmas feeling where nothing feels quite real.
But it’s nice, just Jack and Bitty and Shitty in the kitchen, similar to how it was in the Haus.
“Bits,” Jack says, exasperated. “You just cooked an entire Christmas dinner. By yourself. No, don’t say I helped, we all know a kindergartner could have helped just as much. Let me and Shitty do the dishes.”
Bitty sighs but relents, retreating to the living room.
“You two are so good for each other it hurts,” Shitty says, shaking his head. “Honestly. Hosting Christmas dinner together. Bitty here for the holidays.”
“It’s great,” Jack says, barely catching a lovesick sigh before it escapes. “I’ve never… I don’t even know how to put it. But I’ve never. Any of this.”
“The great Jack Zimmermann, finally spilling deets,” Shitty says, elbowing him playfully where he’s drying dishes. “’I’ve never any of this’. Such detail. Such poetry.”
“Oh, shut up,” Jack gets out around a laugh. “Because you’re so generous with information about you and Lardo.”
“Look at us, all grown up and in secret, clandestine relationships. We’ve grown up so fast,” Shitty says, wiping away a fake tear.
“Oh - that reminds me. I have something for you.” Jack wipes his soapy hands off and heads for the hall closet.
“Hey! I thought -”
“It’s really small. Not a big thing.”
“This is coming from the person who bought his teammate an oven just because -”
“No, this is actually a small thing. It probably cost a dollar. Rounding up. And it can be for your birthday if you don’t want it to be a Christmas present.” Jack reenters the room with a tiny gift bag, which Shitty takes.
“You’re ridiculous, Jack, I don’t know why - holy shit.” Shitty stops midsentence when he opens the gift.
“Ah, I don’t know if you remember? But our last game -”
“I said that if we won I get a lifetime of Zimmermann hugs.” Shitty stares at the homemade, printed certificate.
“Right, but we lost. But I know I haven’t been a great friend these past couple of months -” Shitty snorts. “- but you’re not any less important to me now. So. Yeah.”
“So you just gave me an infinite supply of hugs. In writing.”
“We can get it notarized if you want.”
“We can get it note - Good God, Zimmermann, how does Bitty put up with you?” Shitty says it in an exasperated tone, but his voice gets thick and he has to wipe his eyes a little.
“You’ll have to ask him, because hell if I know.”
“I’m cashing in on one of these,” Shitty says, waving the certificate a little. “Right now.”
@twiglightdragon submitted: I hope you don’t mind… but I really wanted to attempt your art style with a redraw, and let me tell you, you really take on a whole new appreciation for it once you try it! Keep on making beautiful art because you’re the only one who can truly bring out this styles magic!
combined two prompts: (Imagine Pennywise falling in love with you after stalking you for months& Could we get a fic where Pennywise is absolutely in love with the reader and just completely adores them and doesn’t understand why he feels that way and why he can’t help feeling that way) + this is very long, oops, I really like it though :)
he had seen you walking by the sewer drain
he was looking for prey but something about you kept him quiet
he felt compelled to just watch you
so he did
took notice of how you moved, what you were wearing, the way your hair was styled, the way you nervously picked at the hem of your shirt
he saw you again a few weeks later
followed you home
convinced himself it was because you’d be good prey
but couldn’t let himself hurt you
something about you was offbeat, so he decided to just watch you and stay invisible from your vision
he watched you draw, stare out your window, sleep, became completely obsessed with waiting for you to do something he hadn’t seen you do yet
he had never been so drawn to a human
something he was supposed to be preying on
you were twisted and dark, drew disturbing images in your sketchbook and stared aimlessly out the window
he wished and wished he could see inside your head, what was haunting you
he didn’t know what he was doing here in your room, wasting his time, taking up so much energy trying to stay hidden
he would hide under your bed, morph into a bird and sit on the tree outside your window
one night he saw you changing and found new emotions erupting inside of him as he looked all over your body, something he had never even thought to notice in the ways he was now
every unique curve of your body
he wanted to feel
he wanted to know what it felt like to have you stare into his eyes
would you be scared? confused? excited?
day after day he watched you
weeks passed, and he went out of his way to check on you and see what you were doing
he was a curious clown, and enjoyed seeing you do new human things: brush your hair, clean your room, dance in your room to music
he felt a sick sort of pleasure knowing you thought no one was watching you, and seeing you do things you would only do in the privacy of your home
you touched yourself, made noises that sounded like you were in pain but he assumed no one would cause so much pain to themselves as often as you did
he soon figured out what you were doing, something he became even more curious about as the weeks passed
he saw your fingers move inside of yourself, and he wondered if his longer, thicker fingers could make you moan even louder than you made yourself
he felt something awakening in parts of himself he didn’t know existed
weeks turned to months and by now he had spent countless hours watching you
you had a bad habit of walking around at night
wandering into the woods too close to dusk
he felt obligated to follow you then
he couldn’t control it, he had no other obligations
he was just frustrated with the why part
why were you always on his mind?
why didn’t he know you yet??
why did he want to protect you
maybe because he had spent all this time focused on you, it’d be a shame if someone hurt you
that thought was quickly expelled just a few weeks later when he found himself completely taken with thoughts of you
he scribbled your name on random objects
left trinkets and gifts around areas you frequented in hopes that you might pick one up and take it home, and it could be like a secret gift you didn’t even know he had given you
he watched other couples touch each other, fueling his imagination with ways he could touch you and hold you and kiss you
god, he wanted to kiss you
he had never done any of this stuff before and the desire to just know what it felt like was powerful
you didn’t even know he existed! and yet he was thinking all of this
the more time passed, the deeper and dirtier his thoughts got
he wanted to know why you had watched the same movie 4 times in the span of a couple months
he wanted to know why you wore the same shoes every day
how you decided to wear your hair in different styles everyday
your inspiration for the drawings you made
what it would feel like to hold your hand
kiss your lips?
kissing looked so soft and nice he wanted to try
how he could hold you
what you thought of when you touched yourself
How could he get you? What would it take?
all this time thinking about you and conjuring up ways different scenarios could play out
i haven’t been drawin much but i really love @hnery-sims weird little sans sim,,, seein their posts about how much fun they have playin sims makes me, like, second-hand happy, so i drew this odd but endearing little man
when writers make victor spend stupid money over vain things. like ok we get that he has a lot of money but i really can’t read victor as a compulsive buyer or having this insane necessity of having overly-priced cars or apartments, flaunting a bunch of luxury for no reason at all besides being extra. he seems like a pretty controlled guy to me. in my view he makes investments, buying one really expensive pair of sunglasses that he really loves, for instance, and not 8 dozens just because he can.
idk it’s just me but i really dislike it when i see writers being like “oh yeah he has TEN cars in his garage, six penthouses furnished by different designers” like lmao having more than one car is ridiculously counterproductive do you have any idea how many taxes you have to pay for a single car why would he have more than one? if he’s gonna have a nice car make him have a good one instead of name listing all expensive brands, each with their own commissioned extra detail that we all know is not???? uh??? necessary?? like i don’t get it
call me boring but my boy victor nikiforov is not stupid when it comes to his money and image, he’s smarter than you think.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Rating: Mature - 18+ only Summary: Reader prepares the last important details of Chris’ thirty-sixth birthday party, but he can only think of one or two ways he’d like to celebrate this day with her. WordCount: 2.5k Genre: Fluff/Mild smut Warnings: build up; mentions of sex/innuendos, Chris being a dork and a butt guy, slight food play/kink, make out session and language! Author’s Note: I know, Chris’ birthday was yesterday (June 13th), but I actually wrote so much that I had to split this into two parts. The actual smut will be in the last part hopefully up tomorrow. Once again, happy birthday to the Dorito and enjoy! xx
“Dodger, come here,” you whispered and the dog padded out of the kitchen, stopping at your feet. You bent and patted his back as his tail wagged excitedly.
Staring back at your reflection in the mirror of the foyer, you smoothed out your dress - the same summer dress you’d wear on your first date with Chris three years ago - and you applied your cranberry lip balm. You weaved a hand through your hair, pushed up your breasts and you picked up the breakfast tray you’d left on the entryway table.
“What do you think? He’s going to like it, right?” You asked Dodger and laughed at how ridiculous you sounded. My God, I’m talking to a dog.
Description: While hanging out at the coffee shop the reader’s parents own, Michelle brings up an article that she read in a magazine. One that says you can tell if a person is a good kisser by the way they eat an apple. The reader gets dared by Michelle to put the theory to test, resulting in an interesting Saturday afternoon.
Author’s Note: This was so much fun to write and I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as I did. My inspiration for this fic came from one a read a while back and really liked. Anyways, if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics or want to request something feel free to message me.
Word Count: 1521
It was almost too simple. Sitting
side by side in the back of the school’s library, shoulders pressed together, and
knees touching. Right in that place of not-quite-more-than-friends
and nearly at the place of very-obviously-more-than-friends.
It would only take one move for
them to become something greater than just best friends. One of Ned’s crazy
plans, one of Peter’s embarrassing blunders, one of Michelle’s dry comments
that had an obvious hidden meaning. Just something to push the pair together.
Peter and (Y/N), thrown together by
some crazy twist of fate, anything could make them Peter and (Y/N).
I can’t believe it’s already time for this post to be honest. I’ve been here for a relatively short amount of time, roughlyabout four months I guess, and got so many kind and lovely followers already; it’s truly amazing. People welcomed me right from the start - god knows how they discovered my introduction post - and helped me get accustomed to Tumblr. From then on I’ve met so many lovely individuals, be it through asks, chats, or blogs and just seeing their daily posts or small interactions is a thing that always manages to put a smile on my face - you know who you are, don’t you?
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I could write a whole book about this it seems to me, however, I don’t want to make this post too long and bore you with my blabbering, especially since I know that most of you have already stopped reading at this point, so I’m going to end it here: Thank you for giving me a great time and thank you for more than 1000 followers!