#chessie chats

[ice-to-orange-blossoms]

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#chessie chats

[your-local-grinning-cat]

HEYY CHENYA! WHAT IF TOLD YOU THAT CHESSIE AND NORA OVERBLOTTED!! :DD

…and why are you happy about that?

*low, angry hiss*

Are they okay?

#that’s not a ‘:DD’ kind of ask #*growling* #you know I understand that you often just come to me with situations Chessie has gotten herself into #but I would appreciate it those situations weren’t always either violent or having something to do with a universe I play no part in #Chessie is not MY Cheshire child and Nora is not mine at all #but it still annoys me that they only come to me with situations that I can’t really do anything with #not to mention - again - this is NOT a laughing matter. OBing?! Chessie and Nora could DIE! #I had no idea they were even upset #che’nya chats #twst rp #che’nya rp #Cheshire family reunion

[gucciwins]

Y/N just wants Harry to like her.

Word count: 5964

A/N: Friends!!!!! I am sorry to have disappeared but I am back. Yes, I am aware this is a Halloween/October story but you're getting it now mid November (that has been going by fast). I won't work on any holiday stories because I have no idea what to write. So if you have an idea and want me to write it feel free to shoot me an ask.

Now happy reading! I love you

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Many people go to work ready to return home, but not Y/N. No, she walks in every day with a smile and a pep in her step. She greets her coworkers by name and occasionally brings baked goods she knows everyone will enjoy. Y/N loves her job, and she’s happy to go every day.

Y/N went from working in a job she hated because it was filled with men constantly belittling her and gaslighting her that she was doing her job wrong when she was actually excelling. It all got to be too much, and Y/N decided to quit. Thank goodness she did because soon into her job search, she received an email from Carla Crain asking her if she’d be interested in joining her company. Y/N went to the interview, and after basically being pitched her dream job, she accepted and entered as head engineer. 

She’d be lying if she wasn’t nervous starting, but the people Carla had hired all shared the same values on work and life. Y/N knew she’d be in safe hands. The company is small but slowly growing. It allows for every employee to get to know each other and everyone to remember that together, they can be successful. Y/N had been at the job for two years and, with time, brought new coworkers. 

There is Estrella, who loves to talk to you about astrology, ironically enough. She states that the invisible string theory is real and that if everyone tracked it, they would notice just how small the world is. 

Carmy has a tough exterior, but once anyone gets him talking, he never stops. He loves chatting about his family and his pet Pitbull named Daisy. 

Maeve is petite, and every other month comes in with a new color in their hair. Y/N enjoys it when everyone in the office places bets on what it will be. 

Tatum is from Scotland and loves to remind everyone when they all go out for drinks on the weekend. 

Chessy is the only one who works remotely, but when she comes in, she is always laughing in the office. They also all get a basket of fresh fruit and vegetables from her garden. 

Overall, Y/N knows she had the best coworkers and wouldn’t change her job for the world, but as their company grows, so does the need in their team. The newest hire is Harry Styles, who has come in as a computer technician to help develop their website and also help with any internal security. Honestly, all she knew was that it was a complex job. 

Harry was on the quiet side. She tried to start conversations with him, but he always seemed to brush her off. At first, Y/N wondered if she should take it personally but soon learned he did that to everyone. Even though he didn’t open up to them, they still invited Harry to join them. 

The thing was, he rejected all their dinners. Y/N loved going to a Korean BBQ Maeve introduced them to, and Harry claimed not to eat meat (not that she didn’t think it wasn’t true. Chessy was vegetarian, after all.) They would go to a bar and share a few drinks when they knew they would all be having a long weekend off. Harry always claimed he had an early morning. It didn't matter if they offered to meet earlier. Y/N’s favorite nights were trivia nights that happened at a local brewery. Y/N was a beat, especially in history. Harry declined, and this one hurt her the most.

 Everyone would ask Harry to join. 

Karaoke. Can’t hold a tune.

Bowling. Too loud. 

It seems there was an excuse for everything.

Everyone began to stop inviting him out, and while Y/N didn’t enjoy being told no, she would send notes to the office with the time and place of what they would be doing. She’d always keep an eye on the door, but Y/N went home disappointed each time.

The thing was, Y/N was determined to make a friend out of Harry. She soon learned large public settings must be overwhelming for him and decided to find a new way to approach him. Everyone took lunch at the same time in the office except for Harry. Sometimes, they all ate at the sub shop across the street. Most times, Y/N brought food from home, and she cooked. While she liked eating out, Y/N preferred a home-cooked meal. She caught Harry taking his lunch half an hour later than her and used that to her advantage. 

They had a conference that always remained empty as everyone preferred the main lounge. Harry went in there every day for his lunch hour. One day, Y/N walks in, smiles at him, and sits as far away as she can. She made sure to only be there for ten minutes. The next day, she stayed for twenty and wished him a nice lunch when she left.  

Slowly, Harry begins to spare her glances, but Y/N keeps to herself until the day she sits across from him. 

“Hi, Harry. Is it okay for me to sit here?” 

No answer. 

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” 

He fidgets with his fork. 

“I saw a lime bike out front. Did you ride that today?” 

Harry looks at her briefly before staring back at his plate. 

“I’ve always wanted to try one, but I’m honestly scared of being hit by a car. Chessy lets me ride hers when I go down to visit her. She’s got beautiful trails. You’d probably enjoy it.” 

Y/N thinks that’s enough for today and excuses herself. She doesn’t realize Harry noticed she didn’t take a bite of her lunch. When she goes back to her desk after using the restroom, she finds three chocolate chip cookies sitting on her desk. Y/N rushes to try one, doesn’t even think of who delivered them or that a green-eyed man was standing right outside waiting to hear her reaction. 

With time, it seems Harry is coming to appreciate Y/N’s presence. He has never expressed it, but she knows because he nods when he agrees to something she says or tightens the hold on his fork when Y/N shares something upsetting. Y/N had not gotten more than two words out of him. At this point, Y/N felt like Harry knew everything about her; all she knew was that he had the most beautiful eyes, and his hair always looked soft. 

One day, after many lunches together, she finds Harry reading a book. Y/N knows he might want quiet, but her curiosity gets the best of her. 

“Any good?”

Harry looks up and grimaces. “Think it’s really boring.” 

Y/N laughs because she wasn’t expecting that response. “Then put it down.” 

He shakes his head. “Don’t like not knowing the ending.”

Y/N shrugs, “if you don’t like a book, I wouldn’t put myself through the torture of it all. Skip to the end if you're curious.” She understands she spoke too much and excuses herself. 

The next day, Harry is sitting in his usual spot, but this time, a new book is in his hand. Y/N bites back a smile. 

“What’s this one about?”

“My sister recommended it,” he defends. 

Y/N isn’t halted by his harsh tone. “What’s it about?” 

“Well, it’s Pride and Prejudice.” He shows her the book cover. 

“Like the movie?” Y/N asks.

Harry laughs, and Y/N feels successful. His laughter rings in her ears. It’s a lovely sound, and she wishes to hear it more. “Yeah…I like the movie.” 

“Me too,” she gushes. “Do you think I’d like the book?”

He frowns, “if you like Jane Austen.” 

“Might have to pick it up next time I’m in the shops.”

+

Their interactions are solely during their lunches but sometimes spills out during work. Y/N seemed to have an issue with her computer and radioed IT. She needed to submit her document, but her desktop appeared to freeze whenever she opened a new file. Harry knocked on her door, and she welcomed him in. Y/N explained the issue, and Harry was quick to get to work. It was only a few minutes when she noticed that her document was open and her computer wasn’t having a meltdown.

“Thank you so much, Harry!” Y/N cheers, knowing he saved her. 

Harry shrugs because it’s his job. “You have a nice photo.” He’s pointing to her picture frame on her desk. It’s a picture of her and a dog in Iceland at the end of her hike. It was taken back when she was nineteen years old. 

“Thank you. I took that on my first solo trip.” She bites her lip, hoping Harry takes the bait. 

“Where to?” He asks curiously. 

She silently cheers, “Iceland.”

“Is that your dog?” 

“I actually found him mid-hike and took him back with me. I hoped to see his owner on the trail, but there was no luck. He didn’t even seem worried. Once I returned to the car park, his owner was there. After that hike, I decided I liked the company of a dog and returned home to adopt Tutter, a Jack Russel Terrier who loves to play fetch.”

“Why isn’t Tutter on your desk?” 

Y/N feels her face flush, “now, don’t be mean. I love my son, but that trip taught me I can do anything I set my mind to, whether alone or with company.”

Harry gives her the slightest smile. “I-I learned Italian because I always dreamed of having an Italian home.”

Y/N’s eyes brighten. Harry is opening up to her, and instead of pushing, she offers more of herself. “I’ve dreamed of visiting. The Amalfi coast is my dream to swim in. Silly, I know,” she brushes off, trying to downplay her excitement. 

Harry doesn’t let her. “You’ll make it.”

He finally excuses himself. Y/N is happy for the rest of the day because she realizes Harry is allowing her in.

+

September means the preparations for Halloween have begun. It starts with little things, from coasters and mugs to the occasional treat. One day, a tiny spider sits on his desk for a second. Harry believed it was real until it began to glow purple. Harry kept it on his desk next to his sticky notes. He doesn't do anything about it; there’s no need. By the second week, the office is entirely decorated. Harry admits a few decorations have scared him, especially the skeleton in the corner of the restroom.

It’s a quiet day when he’s walking by the break room on his way to the secluded office to have lunch when he hears people talking. Harry pauses because he hears Y/N’s voice mixed in with everyone else. 

“But it seems like he doesn’t like us,” Harry hears quietly. 

“It’s hard,” Y/N defends. “You’re all extroverts. It can be overwhelming.” 

Harry knows she’s trying for them to understand.

“But Carla is all about unity in the office. This is a concern.”

“It’s not, Carmy.” Y/N shuts him down, clearly upset she had to defend him.

Harry decides he’s heard enough and decides to eat lunch alone in his car. He’s thankful it was a sandwich and nothing he had to heat up. For the entire lunch and the rest of the day, all he thinks about are the words of his coworkers. 

Y/N looked for Harry, excited to talk about a book she started, but Harry was nowhere to be found. She wouldn’t have been concerned, but it’s clear no one saw him since before lunch. She wishes Harry could confide in her even if a fraction of what she shares with him/ 

The next day, everyone walks into the office at their usual time, everyone making their rounds together to the break room to prepare their coffees and store their lunch in the fridge. When Y/N walks in, she sees her coworkers huddled around the table and peeks around them to see what has captured their attention. There on the table is a box of Halloween cookies from a bakery uptown with a note attached. 

Enjoy - HS

Y/N lets a smile take over her face. She knew Harry cared about them but understood why he finally did something. She tells her coworkers they owe him an apology, and they all agree. Y/N makes sure to head to Harry’s office and thank him for the cookies. Harry tells her it’s nothing. She bounces away to her office, where Estrella, Carmy, Maeve, and Tatum are standing outside her door. 

“Can you come with us? Feel like he likes you.” Tatum tells her. 

Y/N sighs and tells them to follow her. Once again, she knocks on his door, and they all file in when he welcomes her in. Harry looks at them confused. 

“Uh, is there an issue?” Harry asks, concerned. 

Carmy starts, “we want to apologize if you overheard us yesterday.” 

“Right,” Harry sighs, knowing it might be a good time to share with them. If he trusted Y/N and she trusted them, he knew he could also start to. 

“It was wrong of us,” Maeve continues. “Y/N raves about how smart and nice you are, but we don’t get to see that. We’re sorry.” 

Everyone else repeats the sentiment while Harry looks at Y/N, who offers him an encouraging smile. She must know his anxiety is through the roof. 

Harry takes a deep breath, “right, uh.” He looks down at his shoes, untied lace on his black Adidas. “I struggle with social anxiety and new environments. It’s better than when I was a kid, but it’s easy to get overwhelmed even more when being the new guy.” 

“No worries. We get that,” Tatum expresses. “Estrella gets bad migraines.” 

“Don’t air other people’s personal stuff,” Y/N reminds them. 

“We’re sorry,” they offered one last time. “Thanks for the cookies.” 

After that, they hurried out while Y/N stayed behind. 

“I wanted to apologize,” he begins.

“You don’t–” Harry cuts her off. “You’ve made me feel comfortable.”

Y/N sighs, letting her shoulders drop. “Not enough, it seems.” 

“It can just be too much sometimes.”

“I-I get panic attacks.” Y/N shares, surprising herself. “When I overwhelm myself, it can happen. It’s uncommon and has not happened at work, but I understand.” 

“Thank you for sharing,” Harry tells her honestly. “Lunch?” 

“See you in a bit then.”

+

Through September, Y/N and Harry have lunch together every day. They read together, Harry more into classic literature, and Y/N loving to devour a juicy romance that has her pausing every few minutes, trying her best not to scream because the love interest brushed hands. Some days, Y/N will do a sudoku game while Harry does the daily crossword. Y/N likes to solve the Wordle of the day and most times asks Harry for help if she fears she might not get it. Some days, Y/N brings in her laptop during lunch because she is behind and needs to catch up. Harry reminds her to relax. He knows it’s easier said than done, so he tells her about the book he’s reading or asks about her dog and the snacks he eats. 

Before she knows if they’ve made it to October. One of the best months of the year. Y/N loves planning events, and this is one she wishes Harry would say yes to. She knocks on his office door, and Harry freezes, staring at his computer screen. He glances at the calendar; it's the first Monday of the month, and Harry knows they’ve planned a fun event. 

Harry is practicing his excuse when Y/N walks in with a bright smile, wearing a “Great Pumpkin” shirt with Snoopy and Charlie Brown. She has told him it’s her favorite movie to watch during the month and “The Conjuring” Harry wasn’t sure how the sweetest girl he knew could handle a horror film like that. He had told her she was fearless.

“Hi, Y/N, pretty shirt.” 

Y/N looks down at it as if she had forgotten what she was wearing. She beams at his compliment. “Thank you, Harry!” 

Harry asks how her day is going and shares how there was traffic on the way down and how she didn’t have time to stop by her favorite coffee shop because there was a line out the door. “Pumpkin spice isn’t even that good, H. I mean, it’s okay, but I wanted my coffee.”

He laughs at her pouting and promises to make her one during lunch. She perks up at his mention of their shared time together. 

“Speaking of our time together. We plan to go to a haunted pumpkin patch in the next town over if you want to join us. It’s two weeks from now, so it's the 21st.” Harry could hear the excitement in her voice and didn’t think he could say no to her.

“Everyone is going?”

“We invited everyone, but only Carmy, Estella, Maeve, Tatum, and myself are going. Carla was not for it. Dan is warming up to us but still says no. Though he did agree for trivia next week.”

Before he can stop himself, he says, “yes.”

“You will?” Y/N answers surprised. 

“Mhm…uh, it sounds like fun,” he says unconvincingly.

Y/N’s smile brightens, “I’m not hung on haunts, but they’ve got amazing apple cider you’ve got to try with me.” 

“Happy to join,” he tells her honestly. “Let me know the ticket cost or if we need to purchase our own.”

She nods eagerly. It’s clear Harry has just made her day. 

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The day comes faster than he’s ready, and while a part of him is excited, Harry feels his nerves will get the best of him. Y/N had told them no one was dressing up in costume and even went as far as to send him a photo of her outfit to assure him she wasn’t playing a joke with him. She was wearing bell bottoms with a Mickey Mouse in a pumpkin shirt. She told him it was his favorite to wear each year. 

Harry knew it would be cold, so he wore a simple Halloween shirt in his closet and loose-fitting jeans. His jacket in his car he knew would keep him warm throughout the night. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone (only Y/N) but also wanted to look nice outside of the office for once. When Harry parked, Y/N told him she’d wait by the entrance for him, and he couldn’t miss her as she had a cute pumpkin headband on.

It seemed Y/N spotted him, too, because she rushed towards him. “Hi, Harry,” she greeted with a cheery smile.

“Hi, you look lovely,” he offered her a small compliment that made his hands sweat.

“You’re too sweet. Come on, we were waiting on you.” She grabs his hand and pulls him along to where everyone else is. 

Everyone offers their greeting, and he receives a few compliments on his tame outfit. It’s an old Halloween shirt he got at a vintage shop in New Orleans five years ago. His sister went on a trip and asked him to join. Harry could never say no to her. 

Harry notices everyone begins to drift off into conversations, but Y/N stays by his side. He takes the time to admire her as she looks around at all the decorations. There are a lot of people, but it seems they are heading to the pumpkin patch. There are stalls selling sweet treats, and he keeps in mind to buy Y/N a cider, remembering she mentioned loving it. Harry has always thought being in a relationship to be intimidating. He loves love but struggles to put himself out there, to allow someone else to get to know him, but here is Y/N, who managed to worm her way into his life, knocking down all of his walls. 

Harry likes Y/N.

It’s something he took a long time to figure out, but when he realized the excitement of seeing her each morning, he looked forward to it. He let it consume him, but he had no idea if she could feel the same way. 

“Did you drive here, Harry?” Y/N asks, breaking their silence. 

“I did,” he answers. 

“Do you think you could maybe take me home?” She brushes her hair out of her face. “I came with Tatum, but she’s been wanting to take the time to connect with Estella, if you know what I mean,” Y/N gestures to them kissing on hay bales. 

Harry had no idea that there were feelings between them. “I can do that, Y/N.” 

“Great!” She cheers gratefully. “I owe you an apple cider, then.” 

Y/N eagerly walks them to the stand, and before she can pay for both, Harry slips the kind older lady a twenty walking away with their drinks. Y/N stays behind, shocked, but quickly catches up, pouting at Harry. “Harry, I was going to pay.”

He shook his head, “my mum would have my head if I let you pay.”

Y/N bends her head, careful to take a sip of the warm drink. “Well, thank you.”

Maeve bounces over to them. “Hi beauties, we’re ready to start if you all are.” 

Harry eyes Y/N, waiting to see her response. Y/N offers her friend a large grin, and Harry agrees he’s ready. He throws away their ups, and once he finds Y/N with the group, he slithers to stand behind her. Y/N offers him a tense smile as the group tries to decide who will lead. 

“I can go in front,” Harry offers, sensing no one wanting to make the first move. Everyone thanks him and heads to the first maze. Y/N informs him it’s once based on the catacombs in France. 

“There’s a movie based on the catacombs,” Y/N shares as they walk together.

“As Above So Below,” Harry says. “It spooked me.” 

“You’ve seen it,” she laughs, holding onto his arm for a second, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s one of my favorites.”

“It’s a good one,” he agrees. 

They fall into silence as the chatter of their coworker fills the air. Harry sees Y/N get fidgety, but she’s smiling as she leads the way to the short line. “I’m actually really nervous,” she tells Harry. 

“We’ll be fine. I got you,” he assures Y/N.

Harry extends his hand, and she accepts it. He intertwines their fingers and pulls her along as the line moves slowly. Y/N does her best not to think about the feeling of his hand, but it fits perfectly between hers. She feels her hand begin to sweat and wants to pull it away, but Harry has a firm grip on her. 

“Is it okay?” Harry nods, gesturing to their hands. 

“Safe, uh, I feel safe.”

The worker asks how many, and Y/N peeks behind Harry to tell her six. Harry is grateful Y/N knows when to take charge because while he can lead a scary maze and knows everyone is dressed in costumes, he still feels nervous speaking to strangers. Harry squeezes her hand once in thanks. She gives him two quick squeezes in return.

Harry guides them in. Y/N lets go of his hand to hide behind Harry, her hands on his shoulder as she peeks behind him. There is a group ahead where she can hear the people in front screaming, which allows her to prepare for the scare, if that is even possible. 

Her eyes widen in amazement as she takes in the darkness of the building. Everything is covered in black cloth. She can see the spots where actors will jump out. Y/N mumbles an apology to Harry for holding on to him tight. Estella is behind her, screaming at everything that moves. Harry steps through the curtain, and she feels her hold on him loosen. As she is stepping closer to reach him, a man screams in her face, making her rush forward and propel Harry into a wall. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” Y/N apologized repeatedly as Harry rushed them to finish the maze. She felt her heartbeat in her throat and knew she needed to calm down. One look at Harry, and he rushed her to a dark corner, not concerned about their friends. 

“Y/N? I’m okay. You’re okay.” Harry tried assuring her.

She repeated it in her head. They were okay. They got out of the dumb maze, and Harry wasn’t hurt. It took her a few minutes to realize she had a panic attack. Y/N had not even felt it coming and didn’t think a haunted house would trip her into one, but with all the overthinking she had been doing, it made sense it led to this.

“I’m sorry, Harry.” Y/N bashfully looks away from him. She can’t believe she embarrassed herself in front of him like this. 

“No apologies,” he brushes her off and doesn’t ask her any questions, only to ensure she is okay. 

They rejoin the group after ten minutes by the looks of everyone's sympathetic smiles. She knows they saw her freak out, but they’re her friends. She knows she’s in safe hands with everyone, especially Harry.

“What’s the next maze?” Y/N asks cheerfully. 

And so they continue on. 

The next maze is much smoother than the first. Carmy leads, tucking Harry and Y/N in the middle with Tatum and Estella in the back. That order seems to comfort Y/N for the next few mazes. Each worker makes her scream but then falls into giggles when Harry traces comforting shapes on her hand. It takes her mind off these scarers trying to get her to scream and instead focus on the gentle touches of her crush. 

While doing the mazes is fun, Y/N is soaking up talking to Harry in line. They’re in a new environment where they do not need to discuss work. She feels free to ask him anything, but sometimes she is unsure where to start. Y/N doesn’t know if she wants to hear about his weekend plans or ask him about his favorite movie or who his favorite Muppet character is? 

Talking to Maeve and everyone else is easy because she’s gone out with them. She knows them personally, but with Harry, he always kept that guard up, and now she’s unsure what to do if he decides to keep it up. 

To her surprise, Harry always starts the conversation with her. Harry shares about a new show he started watching and how it makes him anxious for the main character when they do something out of character. When he asks Y/N if there is a show she recommends, her mind goes blank, and the first thing that comes to mind is “Fleabag.” 

“It’s the saddest but most comforting show I have ever seen,” Y/N gushes. 

“With Phoebe Waller-Bridge?” 

“Mhmm…the second season has Andrew Scott. Irish treasure.” 

“Paul Mescal,” he adds. 

“Hozier.” 

“Saoirse Ronan,” they say in unison before falling into fits of giggles. 

“You’ve got taste, Styles.” 

“As do you.” 

The line moves, and they change conversations to talk about the best musicals they’ve seen. Y/N swears “Waitress” is the best thing created, but Harry tells her “Moulin Rouge” is his favorite. Y/N loves how easily the conversation with Harry seems to flow. He feels like a long-lost friend. Someone who once was in her life has now found his way back to her. 

Not only is he getting along with her, but everyone is getting to see the Harry she had come to know. The one who makes cheesy jokes and loves to hear every detail of the story being told. It turns out he and Maeve frequent the same record store. There’s a Stevie Nicks vinyl Harry is on the hunt for, and Maeve promised to keep an eye out for him. Tatum learns Harry can play guitar and asks him to show them sometime. Something he agreed to with pink cheeks. Y/N knew tonight was a big step for Harry, and she was glad everyone made him feel comfortable.

As the night was coming to an end, the maze lines got shorter, and the more Y/N screamed. It made her laugh right after, but still not her favorite part of the night. Before the cold can settle in, they all call it a midnight night. Tatum and Estella head out hand in hand. Y/N can’t wait for the details of that on Monday. Carmy is telling Harry a story, so Maeve uses the opportunity to remind Y/N to make a move.

“It’s now or never, girlfriend.” 

Y/N rolls her eyes, “please don’t pressure me on this.” 

“Y/N that man is, head over heels for you. If I was antisocial this is not an event I would ever do. Unless someone I fancied asked.” 

Y/N toes her food in the sand and, in a low voice, asks, “do you really think he likes me?” 

Maeve smiles, brushing Y/N’s hair out of her eyes. “That man lit up every time your eyes were on him. I don’t know Harry as well as you do, but I can notice a guy with a crush from miles away. Trust me on this.” 

Y/N backs down, relaxing, “okay.” 

“Good. Now text me when you get home. Carmy’s got me.” Maeve gives her a tight hug and then pulls Carmy away from Harry. 

He walks over to her with a shy smile on his face. “Have a good time?” 

“The best,” she tells him. “Though I might need another apple cider. Think my heart needs it.”

“By all means, lead the way.” 

After getting one last warm apple cider, they reach Harry’s car. It’s an electric car because he’s conscious of his environmental impact and knows one person can go a long way into the future. Harry opens Y/N’s car door and waits until he sees her seated and buckled to close her door. As he gets ready to drive off, he turns on the heater, knowing if he’s cold, Y/N must be too. 

The car ride starts off quietly, Y/N guiding him every so often when to make a turn. Y/N sees her favorite coffee shop and knows she is almost home. “That was fun,” Harry starts. “I’m happy I went.” 

“Mhmm…it was a good time. Glad you joined us,” she tells him honestly. 

Harry notices at a red light that she’s fidgeting with her hands and thinks he might still be cold. “Do you need me to turn up the heater?” 

Y/N shakes her head, “no, sorry, I’m fine.” 

Harry drives down a few more streets when Y/N tells him to turn left. “It’s the third one on the right.” 

He parks right outside her driveway. From here, he can see her decorations hung up. It’s decorated charmingly. It’s clear no scaring would happen here. She’s got two pumpkins outside her door. One has stars carved all around; the other is a cat on a witch’s broom. Bat lights are hanging up the railing of the steps. She even has a few inflatables. His favorite has to be the one of Mickey Mouse as a vampire.

“Thank you for driving me home. I appreciated it.” She smiles at him, and he returns it. Harry gets out of the car and opens her door. 

“Let me walk you up.” 

Y/N feels her cheeks burn and leads the way. 

“We’re planning trivia soon,” Y/N says, testing the waters. 

“Hmm…only if you’re on my team.” 

“We would all be on the same team,” his flirting going over her head.

Harry’s face turns pink, “uh, right.” 

She laughs, placing her hand on his bicep. “Only joking.”

Y/N pulls him in, whispering good night, except when she pulls away, she locks eyes with his emerald eyes, and it’s like she’s in a trance. She feels herself leaning in closer, and before she knows it, Y/N presses her lips to Harry in an airy kiss.

She pulls back, shocked. “Sorry,” she breathed out. “I-I should have asked.” 

“Ask me,” he pleads. 

“What?” Y/N isn’t sure if she heard him correctly. 

Harry doesn’t care anymore. He raises his hand to rest on her cheeks. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?” 

She feels how close he is. She can feel his breath mixing with hers. “Yes.” 

When their lips meet, Y/N swears she feels time stop. Harry is starting slow as he begins to learn what she likes.  Y/N places a hand on his chest, needing to have a secure hold as she feels him take her breath away. Her emotions are all over the place. His lips are smooth as they move against hers in a dance that feels like they’ve done a hundred times before. Harry deepens the kiss, pushing her up against the door, making Y/N grab a fistful of his shirt, not wanting him to pull away. Y/N lets herself get wrapped up in all her feelings because she knows that a kiss this special means it won’t be her only one, and she finally allows all her feelings to pour into the kiss. 

Y/N isn’t sure how long they spent kissing outside her door. It seems she’s lost track of time since she got a taste of Harry. “I don’t want you to go,” she mutters against his lips when she feels him begin to pull away.

“I’ll see you Monday,” he promises. 

“Too far.

Harry laughs, “you can call me tomorrow when you wake up.” Knowing she likes to sleep in, he would rather not wake her up. 

“Okay,” she whispers in defeat. 

“Good night,” Harry takes a step back. 

Y/N bites her lip and gives him a wave. “Do you want a kiss goodbye?” 

Harry can’t say no.

+

Monday morning, Y/N walks in with a large smile. It makes everyone stop and stare. She makes her rounds, wishing everyone a good morning, and saves Harry for last. 

“Hi, Harry.” She chirps. 

“Morning,” he answers timidly. 

Y/N pouts because he didn’t even look at her. She wanted to see his beautiful eyes. “So I was thinking…” she trails off. 

Harry turns, giving her his undivided attention, and Y/N’s smile widens. “How does a date sound to you?”

“A date?” He echoes. 

“With me,” she giggles.

“Best thing I've heard all day.”

Y/N claps her hands together, “wonderful.” 

“How does this weekend sound?” 

“Too far,” she teases. “Saturday?” 

“I’ll pick you up,” he promises. 

“Good. Good.” Y/N lingers by his door. 

“Yes, love?” 

Y/N feels her cheeks heat up but doesn’t look away from him. “Are we still on for lunch?” 

Harry gives her a dimpled grin, “I’ve got a new book for us to discuss.” 

Y/N tells him she can’t wait and walks away. Harry watches her go, and as if she can feel his stare on her, she turns around and gives him a wink. Harry knows he’s way in over his head with someone as amazing as Y/N, but he can’t wait to prove each day to her how much he deserves to be with her.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles story #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry story #harry fic rec #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x y/n #harry styles halloween #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #fic rec #harry styles pleasing

[moonmanatee]

wip snip tag

@saintgarbanzo tagged me to share a snip of a wip! Which I haven’t done before but I’m getting really excited about this one and looking forward to being able to share and chat about it during the process. Read chickpea’s snip here!

So. This is my Parent Trap AU. Harry takes on Teddy, Draco has Scorp, and for a short time they’re a family. Then they panic, Harry escapes to CA with Ted while Draco and Scorpius stay in London. The boys meet at Hogwarts, swap places, try to get their dads back together.

Featuring: t4t amiable exes Draco and Astoria, Luna as Chessy, disheveled Harry cooking Indian food, glamorous wedding dress designer Draco, pranks and shenanigans and body swaps, sweet anxious teenaged Teddy and Scorp, and more and more.

I tend to move slowly and I’m still near the beginning of the process, so if anyone is as caught by this concept as I am and wants to cheer-read or beta or bounce ideas, hmu! Here’s some weepy angst.

“Really, Harry? You picked her? She’s so…” Draco trails off, grimacing.

Harry meets Draco’s gaze, allows his own to fill with the loneliness, the longing, the betrayal and hope. He drags down every last wall he’s carefully plastered together over the years, in the absence of Draco. He lets the stone and mortar crumble until all that’s left is the old growth. Thriving still, and achingly raw as though it’s new.

“Draco. You didn’t want me.”

He watches Draco’s eyes change, fill, as the realisation sweeps over him. Watches him rock back on his heels, unsteady, and then forward again until he’s caught Harry’s elbows in his palms.

“You didn’t want… You didn’t want us, Draco.”

I’ll tag @basicallyahedgehog @sorrybutblog @geesenoises and @academicdisasterfic if anyone has snips to share!

#parent trap au #i’m slowly catching up! #went to work on this fic a bit before bed last night and then suddenly it was past my bedtime and i’d written 1200 words #(of harry being completely desperate to suck draco’s tcock) #now i’m sleepy but it’s worth it

[thefreelanceangel]

FFXIVWrite2023 (#8 - Shed)

For all that Chessi devoutly believed herself to be stupid, she'd learned fairly quickly to just... not reminisce about her life before she'd met the Kyhos. From that point onward, she'd gained friends, even a family, and so chatting gaily about how happy she'd be to see Narasen and Voranoix again, how she wondered if Noix'a'd grown any... That came under the "does not make anyone upset" category of conversation.

Anything prior to that... well...

Sezra would get that look on his face, the one that Chessi considered "bad", and while he didn't hurt her when it arrived, he also didn't smile or laugh or do any of the things Chessi associated with "happy." She didn't like that particular angle of his violet-furred ears, that tense line of his shoulders, the way his tail would stiffen.

And as she didn't like it, he didn't like it, she simply... didn't discuss those years. Even on nights when she felt particularly warm towards moments from her childhood, Chessi couldn't be certain that what she disclosed would be met with a smile, a stern face, or that look.

Listening to the soft choir of 'peep, peep' drifting up from the water, Chessi smiled to herself. She never felt more at home, more settled in her place in the world, in her heart, than when she heard the soft sounds of nearby frogs.

It'd been her lullaby, soothing her to sleep as she curled up in the small hollow in the earth that'd served as her bed, out in what Uncle Les called 'her shed' in the back yard. With the gapping between the boards forming the small structure, she'd been able to see moonlight on water, the little ripples caused by a frog plunking from one lily pad to the next, the dance of shadows when a breeze kicked up to play with the cattails.

She'd loved that shed, *her* shed. While she'd always shivered her way through the winter and early spring, Chessi'd found it fairly comfortable for the rest of the year. She could stand up in it, spread her arms out and lay her palms flat on the walls. The earthen floor let her dig out a hollow that just fit her body perfectly, another to cradle her rear when she sat, little hollows to hold her few possessions. And there'd even been a narrow shelf on the back wall where she could set the pretty pieces of broken glass Les gave her when something went wrong with the bottles.

For years, she'd known no other home.

Chessi recalled every whorl and knot in the boards she'd gazed through while settling down to sleep. One she'd called her sleep friend, as it looked like a smiling face in the wood, and she'd even managed to sand that part of the wood smooth with scraps of sandpaper she'd gotten from the Carpenters' Guild.

Part of her nightly routine when not traveling to deliver Les' liquor had involved rubbing her sleep friend with a fingertip before kissing it good night.

And while the ramshackle building let in rain, snow, and wind, it'd also let in moonlight, sunlight, the sweet scent of wildflowers, the song of birds, and her very favorite, the happy chatter of frogs in the pond below.

She didn't often wonder about the shed anymore. Now that she had a home--with her own bedroom and a whole bed!--and parents, a sibling--and maybe even more one day, Narasen had said!!--Chessi didn't miss what scant comforts she'd once clung to.

And with Sezra's arm across her, the warmth and weight of her friend pressing against her back, his breath stirring her hair, Chessi couldn't say she felt any lack in her life at all any longer.

...but she wondered, now and then, about the shed. Her shed. All those years it'd been her home, her haven, her shelter from Les' temper, from people who laughed at her or threw things. Those four crooked walls, for so long, meant safety and comfort.

Did it still stand? Voranoix'd said that when Les went missing--she now finally believed he'd passed away, leaving her with no blood relatives as he'd always threatened to--the property defaulted to ownership of the Gridania city-state. Someone likely bought it, a good bargain, too.

As Chessi adjusted the pillow under her head, angling herself a bit to peer out into the La Noscean night, she hoped that the property went to a bustling family with a dozen kids who'd play in the pond, chase the frogs, and perhaps even hide in the shed when their parents called them in to take a bath.

She'd loved it for so long, she hoped someone else had a chance to love it, too.

#Chessi Eder #FFXIVWrite2023 #Yes she did live in a ramshackle shed in her uncle's back yard for most of her life #Yes Les was very much an abusive asshole (which is why her adopted daddy Voranoix killed him ^^) #but Chessi looks at everything through rose-tinted glasses #and she was genuinely proud of her shed

[chessyhoward]

"Give me a twirl, Chessy!"

Her little sister's face dominated the entirety of her phone screen, so that Chess could see right up Genevieve Howard's nose. Chess suppressed a giggle, filled with an ridiculous fondness for her younger sister. Between the time zones, Chess being busy with Hazel, and Genevieve planning a wedding, the Howard sisters rarely got the time to chat. So Chess soaked up whatever time with her sister she possible could. Whether that be a quick FaceTime before bed, or walking down a busy New York street. If the other woman called, Chess always answered.

"Fine!" Chess pretended to roll her eyes, standing up and setting her phone down across the room. Propping her iPhone up against a cart filled with complimentary snacks and fancy bottled water, Chess checked her outfit in the screen, watching as Gen clapped her hands together and wolf whistled.

"It's so fancy in there. Let me see... pleather skirt, white shirt, chunky boots... Francesca Howard, is that Jaxxy's racing jacket?" gasped Gen, her voice tinny through the speakers.

Chess blushed immediately, jogging to the phone as best she could in heels so she could snatch it back up, curls bouncing around her shoulders.

"He came over last week to give Hazel her Christmas present, he might have left it behind... and it goes with my outfit!"

Chess tugged at the stiff leather, admiring herself in the outfit. She knew very little about Jax's job, except that it meant he had ownership of a very stylish nineties Ferrari jacket, something Chess had been coveting for years. Gen snorted on the other end of the phone, shaking her head.

"Tongues will wag, sis." Gen tsked, causing Chess to roll her eyes for the second time in about five minutes.

"Yeah, I'm sure everyone will think I'm bonking Jackson Otto." she laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. It was common knowledge in close circles that Jax had no interest in anything Chess, nor any woman had to offer, although the girls who wrote explicit Fanfiction about him from the comfort of their bedrooms had yet to catch on to this glaring fact.

At that, Chess lifted her head as she heard a rap at the door to the press room. Dropping her voice to a whisper, Chess held the reciever up to her mouth.

"I have to go, Gen. Enjoy cake tasting, okay?"

"Okay!" her sister whispered back, "break a leg, Cheshire Cat!"

Hanging up abruptly, Chess shoved her phone into the depths of Jax's jacket pocket just as the door swung open, revealing one of the most beautiful women Chess had ever seen in real life.

"Francesca?" she queried, juggling a clipboard and coffee cup so that she could hold a hand out to Chess, in a haze of strong-smelling perfume and bright smiles. "I'm Meg Davis, the social media manager."

Taking her hand, Chess gave it a soft shake, offering her a bright smile.

"Just Chess is okay, really. That's the name I use on Instagram." she explained. Meg showed all her teeth when she smiled and managed to both look incredibly sexy yet approachable at the same time. She wondered if there was a way to ask her how she did it without sounding like she was flirting.

"Alrighty, Just Chess. You want to see where the magic happens?"

Nodding eagerly, Chess shoved her hands in her pockets as she followed Meg out of the press room and out into the small studio. There were a handful of Instagram hopefuls, like herself, who had already been set loose on the models, the free samples, the table from craft services. The whole place was bustling with activity, no matter where Chess looked, a harried intern was running holding fistfuls of clothing, a model Chess had pinned to her Pinterest board a thousand times over had sprung to life and was reviewing her photos from behind the camera. The brunette's heart felt fit to burst. This was a small facet of the fashion industry, but it was the closest Chess had ever come to being on the inside. What was the quote? Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Chess was certain she could die happy here.

Realising Meg had been talking to her, Chess nodded eagerly, trying to tune back in to the tail end of her speech.

"... So you'll have free reign to vlog and take photos of the day, the models, and of course, the clothes. Pretty much anything you want as long as you're not in the way of the actual shoot. And then you'll be expected to put something on your feed about the free samples, ca-peesh?" she said, drawing out her words, and raising a single eyebrow at Chess to make sure she understood. Chess pressed her signature red lips together, nodding eagerly.

"Really, we just want you guys to have fun. We'll probably get some photos of you all at the end, if that's okay?"

The thought of being behind a professional camera was kind of terrifying to the young Mum. Chess was used to her own iPhone set up, her carefully posed selfies that got all of her best angles in. But she smiled and nodded nevertheless, she feared she was beginning to resemble a nodding dog, actually. Remembering to use her words she chirped, "Amazing!"

Giving Chess' arm a little squeeze, Meg dismissed herself with a, 'have fun!' and a little wave, before skittering off in her kitten heels to... do whatever social media managers did. Talk to more Instagram girlies like herself, she supposed.

Peering around at the chaos, Chess wondered where to start. Everyone else seemed so incredibly confident, chattering animatedly to their front-facing cameras and flirting with the photographer and models. She was used to doing everything from the comfort of her plush bedroom, not putting herself on blast in front of four other infuencers with higher follower counts, better equipment and more confidence than herself.

Deciding to start small, and with her favourite part, Chess wandered over to the clothing rack. Her stomach fizzed with delight as she approached the rich fabrics, feeling very much the desire to make like young Lucy Pevensie entering Narnia and dive right in, burying her face in the luxurious fabrics. She managed to contain herself, and settled for taking her phone out, swiping into the camera and starting to record.

She took a few arty shots of her running her perfectly manicured nails over the fabrics, figuring she could edit it into a bigger Instagram reel later. It would be cool to get some shots of her surroundings, work up to the scary stuff. Using her free hand, Chess shook a few dresses loose from the rack, holding each one up to the camera to show them off. They were pieces Chess could only dream of owning.

Panning away from the clothing rack, Chess began filming the overhead exposed lighting, figuring it would be good for something. Perhaps she could do a slow pan of the whole studio? Dropping her camera, Chess began to execute her, rather brilliant, idea, only to find herself filming the naked torso of a male model.

Nearly dropping her phone in shock, Chess juggled her iPhone from one hand to the other before finally catching it, holding it tight against her chest.

"Oh, sugar." Chess blushed, peering up apologetically at the man. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."

Chess gestured towards the man's glistening chest, trying not to stare anymore than she already had. Her eyes moved from her phone, to the man, and back again, feeling her eyes grow comically wide and her face red. Oh, she might as well give up and go home now.

"I'm here with Meg, for the... social media outreach thing? I'm not like a... sex pest."

Squeezing her phone tight, she choked out, "I'll delete your, um...shirtlessness."

#thread: matty1 #ft. matty

[thebreakfastgenie]

🍀 <3

🍀 - What thoughts or emotions that didn’t make sense to your past self make sense now that you know you’re queer?

Okay I'm sure I can think of more for this one.... I think I had kind of this sense of being different and not knowing why, but I had enough confidence it kind of turned into a superiority complex. Not being interested in boys and thinking dating was trivial was kind of normal and rewarded in my smart girl circles into middle school. We were independent! We had more important things to think about! And I don't think this is a bad attitude for young girls to have in our society, but sometimes it's something else. In high school, several of my friends didn't date, because honestly most of our school kinda sucked and we did in fact have a lot to do and not a lot of time. So I was able to ride that "I'm not interested in boys yet" wave longer than I should have, but it started to waver. When I was around 15 or 16 I was looking at rage comics people had made about their relationships and for the first time I thought "I actually like the idea of being someone's girlfriend" and then I immediately thought "of course I don't want a boyfriend, though." It took a very long time after to that to figure out what I actually wanted in that situation which is very funny. When I was younger, I always felt totally out of the loop when girl talked about their Disney channel and boy band crushes. I just didn't get what they were so excited about. When I was in about 6th grade (give or take; my grade was an unknown quantity for years) our teacher had us do this game for Valentine's Day where we named a celebrity we'd like to get a Valentine from. I like that teacher a lot and she had good intentions but looking back... Valentines at that age are at least quasi-romantic and that's a whole can of worms. I said Chessie the manatee, tapping into my romance hater reputation, and it's not like I thought of a girl and was afraid to say it. But still, I think I remember that because I was gay. The only other kid's dream Valentine I can remember was a boy said Taylor Swift (she had just become known; I think this was the first time I heard her name) "because she's hot" and the teacher cautioned him. I was really paranoid about coming across as romantically interested, both in girls and in boys. I panicked when I accidentally sent a girl a kissy emoji on yahoo chat when I was 13ish. I had a weird friendship of sorts with a boy in middle school where we couldn't admit we wanted to be friends, so we "hated" each other and attacked each other in various harmless ways. I cut him off without explanation because people kept relentlessly saying we were flirting and calling us lovebirds and it freaked me out. Later I did have boys I was friends with develop feelings for me and interpret my friendship wrong, so that one wasn't totally irrational. One I've been thinking about a lot recently is I was always drawn to tomboy characters. The girls who hated all things girly and wore dirty jeans and backwards ball caps and only played with boys. I adored Leslie Burke in Bridge to Terabithia because Jess couldn't even tell if she was a boy or a girl at first. There was a part of me that related to these tomboys. I was not a girly-girl. I was brash and outdoorsy. But I was in-between. I had long hair and I liked pretty things and dolls and pink. I did relate a lot to the girls who passed as boys in historical fiction, but that was because their options were pretend to be boys or not be allowed to do anything. I thought I'd do that if I lived in that setting, but I'd prefer to just have adventures while being a girl. I guess I always admired tomboys, but I think a lot of it was also attraction, in whatever way kids experience it. I still like jock women, so.

#i have another story but i think i'll save it it's kinda mmmmm #ty!!

[victoria1676]

I just realized I could do the " if i was in tyevat" thing along with voice lines lol but i am honored anyway I'ma try lol I'm also pretty late my bad. I'ma debate being a bow or claymore user with either DPS or physical to.

About Fichel: You mean the kid who's always at the adventures guild with the bird? She's has alot of confidence I'll give you that and creativity when it comes to being a supposed prinzessin, but she's a good kid and you'll trust me on that

About Amber: She's very fun to be around along with being an amazing friend. It honestly surprises me since most of the knights are pretty dry and focues more on them selves which is very understandable but overall she's like a family friend to me and nothing more

About Keaya: He's interesting I don't speak much with him, so not much from me besides witnessing Diluc kicking him out most times from the tavern while coming back from collecting stuff for Diona and making beverage's with her but it's quite funny and just sad

About Diona:. She may come off as rude at first but trust me she's a real sweat heart just very untrusting when it comes to meeting people like you at first, but she is good when it comes to making odd beverages like slime and water mixed with 5-6 berries and sweet flowers with ice it's one of my favorites

About the Fatui: There interesting but decent if you don't piss them off which is very easy to do since they are literally the fraze of a " Cold Heart"

About Rosaria: She's a good person with well intentions but just pretty distant, I chat with her most times when out getting stuff she was pretty weary of me at first but she's okay with me now

________________________________________

Elemental Skill:

"Can't dodge forever!"

"Can you do any better? * Bored tone*"

"Take that!"

Elemental Burst:

"Never let you guard down!"

"Really thought you I'd let you win?"

"Never underestimate an adventurer!"

Light hit:

"Don't even try!"

"Ha! That was was nothing!"

"Ouch"

Heavy Hit:

"I'm just getting started!"

"That's gonna leave a bruise"

"Ow!"

Teammate low:

"Head back I got this!"

"Get behind me!"

Fallen:

"It's not over....."

"Gone to soon....."

"I apologize....."

Joining Party:

"I'll bring a med kit just in case"

"Welp let's get going"

"I'll keep you safe I promise"

Mk I'm done now, this was fun yet i tried not to make it chessy to as well lol.

-Anon Crow 🙂

Practice makes ir perfect and so far that looks good OwO!

#anon crow #victoria1676 talks

[ice-to-orange-blossoms]

I hate those polls that ask people their views on trans people and draw any conclusions from that. "Oh such a high percentage of people have a positive view of trans people!" No, they say they do. This means nothing about how they actually treat trans people. I've had people who say they are allies but talk the fuck over me on trans issues. I wonder how many of those people who say they support trans people, the moment they meet an outspoken trans woman who won't be talked over, or is clocky and doesn't voice train, who is big, or fat, or a TWOC, how many of them will turn on them. Because I know it's a nonzero amount, and I fear it's higher than we think.

#chessie chats

[your-local-grinning-cat]

SEWWW CHENYA WATCHA THINK OF YA KID CHESSIE? :3

ALSO YA GOTTA PAY CHILD SUPPORT FOR ER/jj

They can have everything in my bank account!!!!

All the milk carton caps, paper clips, and pens I have ever stolen are THEIRS!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤

#che’nya chats #twst rp #che’nya rp #// ooc the name chessie is ADORABLE omfg #Cheshire Cat family reunion

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Starting to feel like despite the meds my cough is going to keep me up for another night so if anyone feels like chatting 🥺🥺 my dms are open come yell at me about your ocs or an asshole at work or musicals or literally anything whatever you feel like chatting about!!

Of if anyone wants to send me some Picture Headcanons, outfits by scene, pinterest, or playlist asks, I would love to yell about my babies and that’s what I’m able to answer on my phone and while dying of cough 😅

This is the official most recent list of ocs I was feeling — but honestly I’m 100% descendants brainrotting rn (especially for Blossom, Chessy, Keto, and honestly who am I kidding it’s all of them I’m going insane)

#maddie talks

[fractured-hq]

Do you have a discord chat for members?

Hello!

Yes, we have a discord chat, it is shared after acceptances.

– Admin Chessi

#answered #marauders era rp #marauders rp #marauders rpg #marauders roleplay #marauders au rp #marauders au #harry potter rpg #harry potter rp #harry potter au rp #marauders era au rp #marauders era rpg

[thefreelanceangel]

FFXIVWrite2022 - #7: Pawn

Lifting her feet up and onto the crate to keep them out of the way, Chessi shifted back a bit and settled once again. She hummed to herself, resting her chin on her knees, and watched people cluster around one particular stall in the Hawkers’ Alley. It took her a few transactions to understand what in particular the stall dealt in, but then she smiled.

One of the fondest memories she had of her deceased uncle involved accompanying him into Gridania and to the pawn shop that he’d developed such a fruitful relationship with. 

The elezen who sat behind the counter--the building having been designed for a Hyur’s stature, not his--didn’t roll his eyes when Les entered with Chessi, but offered her a smile every time. And he’d been thoroughly pleasant to chat with, or at least listen to when he began talking about the various antiques he bought from those families still recovering from the Calamity. 

Chessi’s vocabulary didn’t quite extend to labeling her uncle’s “friends” as her customers, but when she thought of the people who’d enjoyed her physical affections in exchange for whatever they gave her uncle, the elezen who’d owned the pawn shop elicited a smile. He’d always given her a hug afterwards, shared a drink and even let her come back into the shop if Les hadn’t returned in time to retrieve her. 

It’d been on one of those early evenings that she’d listened, wide-eyed, to his description of a game he enjoyed playing. And when his finger rested on one small game piece made of polished bone, Chessi didn’t understand why he looked at her abruptly or why he’d given her the small bag of gil she’d used later to have her bow repaired. 

Rocking back and forth on the crate, Chessi tilted her head, watching the pawn stall. It brought a question to mind, those memories, and now she hoped she could hold onto it long enough to ask Voranoix. (Not Sezra. He always became rather upset when she asked questions to clarify some past event in her life.) Her adoptive father had brains enough to run the world; he could easily explain to her why it is a game piece with the name of a store would be a nickname someone gave to her. 

#FFXIVWrite2022 #Chessi Eder #IC Moments #why did this take forever to write #oh right because work is a nightmare and I'm tired from waking up 4 hours early #OH WELL AT LEAST I CAUGHT UP

[idvo2vwicndic]

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[nunesbytko]

Monster- The Jeff Dahmer Story- Review Episode Seven- “Cassandra”

Glenda lets the police officers have it!

Because of the case, Glenda and everyone in the apartment has to leave. But where to? Glenda asks.

  The Konerack case is being discussed. Alot of race and police politics, The police chief is talking to what looks like a boss of his? Shit the police are notifying the families.

  Tony's family is first!

  Everything she's saying in this interview is the Goddamn truth!!!

Shit are they gonna fire her????

  Her co-worker is not helping???

I forgot that Glenda lives at the hotel now!

  Activist Rev Jackson goes to see Glenda but I don't want him to exploit her.

She tells him her story of living with Jeff. 

---------------------------------------------------------------------------   She meets this cutie called Dean who has just moved in. He helps her with her groceries. She invites him in and warns him that this is a bad area.

  He leaves her place and Jeff pops up.

  Jeff goes after any Brown and black dude that's fit. Everytime a new guy walks in. There's Jeff with a chessy chat up line. 

Save him Glenda. They arrange to meet at Dean's place for beer. Glenda needs to warn this guy!

  Glenda tries to call the supervisor and the police about the screaming coming from his apartment. They both don't care.

  Glenda and the manager check up on Dean. He's missing! Hasn't picked up mail or been seen in two weeks. Sopa the manager doesn't open his door. So Dean is now mystery.

  The next morning Glenda goes to the manager sopa. Takes him to the apartment to check out the smell. She tearfully begs him to kick Jeff out

Christ, he actually does!

  Sopa knocks on the door. Jeff is clearly drunk.

  Sopa tells him that he's got to go. Jeff tells that he's got a cleaning crew in, but Sopa stands his ground! Jeff is calm at first. Then pissed. Gooood he knows its Glenda.

  He's soooo drunk. After Tony he really went off the rails.........

. So Jeff comes over to Glenda with a peace offering. She doesn't want to know but he wheedles his way in.

  DONT DO IT GLENDA!

She lets him in. He gifts her a present. Hes soooooo creepy Glenda, why let this guy in your house. Power play. He's brought her a sandwich, and she confronting him about the smell and the sounds. Jeff trying to play innocent while getting her to eat the sandwich.

  Glenda's not eating anything and she's not withdrawing the complaint!!!!

  Jeff back to his own tricks bringing men and boys home and killing them. Glenda calls the police, yet again they do nothing. Jeff is tormenting her with this.

Revered Jackson tells her that the police are suspending the officers who ignored Glenda about Konerack. She breaks down and cries in his arms.

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Notes

In real life the cops got fired, then got their jobs back months later! 

Neicy was AMAZING the tension between Glenda and Jeff was soooo scary and I’m so Glad that she didn’t let that creepy asshole intimidate her! 

Poor Dean, he was soooooo cute! In real life Jeff was never charged with anyhing, but it’s soooooooo obvious that he killed Dean. Did the police even search the dude’s place for evidence? 

Did they freaking bother!!!!!!

#Dahmer on Netflix #Episode Seven Review Cassandra #Glenda and Reverand Jesse #Glenda's Story #Glenda and Jeff face off in this one #Ryan Murphy Production #Neicy Nash

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Thinking about if the Parent Trap passes the bechdel test and trying to figure out if any of the adult women talk to each other about anything not related to Nick Parker and coming up BLANK. Do Chessy and Elizabeth ever talk about anything else…we know Meredith obv doesn’t really chat with Chessy or Elizabeth tons. She talks to Elizabeth about her wedding dress so I don’t count that. That’s too nick adjacent. It begs the question do the women have to be adults for the media to pass the bechdel test? Because most kids movies probably pass the bechdel test if not.

#just curious #thinking about my favorite movies from when I was a kid #even 10 things I hate about you passes the bechdel test #chastity and Bianca talk about the difference between like and love and if you can be whelmed #parent trap passes 10 fold! #stick it also…legit my fave