Firn is a tiny lady who's just under an inch tall. She's been living, and slowly falling in love with a man named Joy, a regular-sized person. As an evolution of this love, an idea got been stuck in Firn's mind.
She was watching Joy write, watching the pencil move along the surface of the paper... Firn saw his hands, and desperately wanted attention from them... Then the thought of being under his pencil came crashing in, and Firn was suddenly blushing. The idea of laying on a piece of paper, and seeing his large hand and pencil move around her body, was strange. But it stuck in her head as a fantasy for several days straight until she just couldn't handle it anymore.
Sitting on Joy's desk, contemplating for far too long about what Joy might think about her asking this, she finally decided to do it. She came up next to the journal and said "Hey, I have a strange ask..."
Joy had already noticed Firn staring for a good minute before she came over, so was he expecting her. "yes? what is it?" He asked.
Firn started fidgeting with her hands, and looking to the side she said "I know I'm not normally like this but... well, I don't know how to describe it but can I lay on the paper? while you're writing?"
Joy looked confused and said "What? ...sure?" Firn had already gotten on top of his journal, causing him to raise his hand out of the way.
Firn reached for his hand, and grabbed his pinky before he could lift it away. "Well like, write around me!" She said.
Joy gave an astonished look and scoffed. He still forgets to expect Firn's confidence. "Um, I was sorta writing about something else but.. I guess it can wait?" he said.
Firn splayed herself out on the paper, and Joy awkwardly moved his hand around trying to figure out what to do. "so, write around you? about what?"
Firn giggled "It doesn't matter... I think I just want to see what it's like."
Looking down at Firn, Joy couldn't help but smirk at how cute she was, just laying there. Firn looking up at his hand, holding a pencil who's tip is almost pointed at her, and it sent a strange feeling into her gut.
Joy took a deep breath in, and made a humph that blew across the page. He brought his pencil down near Firn, and started writing. From Firn's perspective, she saw his hand land to her left side. As he started writing, the pencil moved across the page, pressing and lifting and pressing, and scratching. his eyes weren't looking at her, but above her. His hand was scrunching up and out as it moved, and when Joy got to the end of that line, he raised the pencil again, and moved it back to the other side of Firn. This is what she was expecting to pay attention to, but she actually found it really hard to focus on anything but the scratching and tapping. Instead of the view and power she wanted to see, the sound of the pencil on paper flooded her mind, and it sent vibrations that made her shiver, and twitch, but not in pain. It felt awful but incredible at the same time.
Joy smirked seeing Firn squirm like this. "You're so cute.. It's like ASMR, is it?" He asked, continuing to write.
Firn let out an uneasy breath. "A-SMR...?" Firn said.
Joy stopped and responded. "Oh! it's Audio.. something something. It's like a noise that makes you feel good."
Firn was finally catching a bit of breath. "that felt really weird..."
Joy chuckled. "Oh I'm sorry, want me to sto-"
"No." Firn said, looking up intensely.
Joy clicked his cheek a few times at Firn's commanding nature, and started once again just above Firn. Firn heard the pencil now, scratching to the right and then scratching to the left, She had to rock her head as it came close. Joy finished the second line, and pulled the pencil back. Firn took a breath and saw the tip of it go across her vision, "wow.." she mumbled. Joy began again to Firn's right, and she closed her eyes. The scratching got closer and closer, until it was near her head, and she peaked to see the pencil. It extended to the sky like a huge strut. The wood and graphite were both in full detail, and at the same time blurred by the sensations hitting her tiny ears.
Joy stopped right when he got to her head. "hmm..." While she had a breather, she looked up and saw the pencil being held above her. It brought a strange feeling to the spot on her forehead between her eyes("Glabella"), staring at the black tip which was almost pointed directly at her forehead. The tip of it was smoothed out completely by hours of writing. Joy contemplated booping her with it, but he decided it'd probably be a little rough for a tiny. Joy brought the pencil down to the right of her head, and dragged it along, drawing a half-circle around to the other side. She could do nothing but wince at it, and her jaw opened itself involuntarily.
"Feel nice?" Joy asked with the biggest smile.
Firn looked up at Joy once again with a look of euphoria. "... yah..."
"You're so cute." Joy said. He began writing again. The noise started loud before dropping off, and then the pencil went back over Firn, and started writing at her chest level. The writing got closer before Joy stopped, and tapped the page a bit. Firn's arms were splayed above her, and Joy decided to trace a line so close it touched her sides. Then the other side too, both times it almost felt like it was under her skin. He continued writing after that, and this strange play continued for what felt like a good long minute, leaving Firn feeling extremely relaxed. It was like a massage. A massage specifically designed to scratch all of those itches you never even knew existed...
Firn was nudged awake by Joy, and she barely wanted to get up. Joy got close and whispered "Hey, I need to keep writing in my journal.. you might get crushed if I turned the page!"
Firn reluctantly sat up and looked up at Joy with a face he's never seen her make. Her eyes half closed, and with a drunken smile, mouth ajar. Joy chuckled used two fingers to pick her up, and put her on his other palm. "I've never had that strong of a reaction to ASMR... is it because you're so small?" Firn didn't respond, but just laid there in the warmth of his hand. Joy sighed and said "...well? wanna see what I wrote?"
Firn's interest was peaked, so she slowly moved to the start of his fingers, peering between them.
Firn is so adorable, I don't know why she's asking for this.
ASMR..? yes, She wants ASMR. She's tingling so much from it.
Looking at her li/ \ little legs tremble like she can't stand it..
She is just so.... | | adorable. Her red eyes, and little clothes.
The amount of / \ trust as well. I kind of wish I centered
her better, but I can't change where she laid down now.
Especially not when she's just so relaxed for once.