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max-the-many · 2 months
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"Like it in your little crystal-sphere? Sorry dude, but you'll get you body back eventually, I promise. And until then I'll take good care of it" I smirked, adjusting my new crotch with wide spread legs.
I had an eye on him for quite a while. Saw him first at a football game. So it was as easy as going to team-events to see him again. I quickly got fixed on wanting to play with him.
His name was Jake. Bit by bit I prepared, did the necessary chants, preparing myself, the ingredients, collected bits like a towel he used, laying on the side of the field, a paper cup he drank out of and stuff like that.
Along with that I prepared him, slipped in drops of tinkture in drinks, brushed certain totems on items he might wear, prepared places he might be, the area I saw him sit frequently.
And bit by bit I felt the border lowering down, built up a rudimentary connection to the point where I sensed, that it might be time.
That evening I knew, he would be alone. He lived in a small house, like a kind of frat-venue with several other guys, some from the team, some others.
While preparing my leap I had noticed that there was one might when everyone seemed to have some kind of weekly obligation. Everyone but him. I teally couldn't be more lucky.
Nontheless I kept an eye on the house. But when the last one left I didn't waiste one second until I crossed the street, up to the house with raising thoughts.
I rang, felt my heart up to my throat alrhough this wasn't the first time I did something like that. But the excitement was still on.
When I heared rushibg steps down a staircase my hand gripped more closely around a tiny bottle in my hand, a crucial part of what was to come, filled with a dark green, viscous liquid.
Everything seemed to slow down, the steps, the sound of the door handle beeing turned, a klick, the door slowly opening, revealing his surprised face before I flung the bottle, throughing out the liquid all over those pretty features.
He stumbled back, lifted his arms to his face, to that sticky liquid clinging to every pore, soaking in along with a strong scent entering his nostrils, the recipe perfectly matched to him.
With a look around I entered, pushing him further back as he struggeled, cuffing, choking on that tinkture until he slowly went down, losing his conciousness as I unpacked my bag, preparing that final step, placing the ingredients, not few of them prepared with his residue, finally putting my most valuable possession besides his head before I started to chant, closing my eyes, focusing on him, on me, raising my very essence, longing for that connection to send it over, feeling it oozing out every pore of my body, drifting over to soak into his, pushing him out to be captured by that orb of crystal.
I woke up merely minutes later. The feeling of his body flushing through my mind, filling me up with raging excitement until I got on my feet. I did it! I took him! That pulse, that new feel.
Besides me there still was my former self. Not me. A mere hust now that I left him again. I would eventually turn him back, give him his self, unbind it from the item I transfered his self into like I would do with Jakes as having him in that crystal isn't meant to be permanent.
With my former body I wasn't in a rush. I would get the item eventually leading him up in Jakes room for now. To be honest, I craved some fun since his basic body functions are fully operating at that state. And let me tell you - I did choose him for a reason...
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zombiebitez · 3 months
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ghost x male!reader head cannons
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wc : 736
cw : fluff, slight mentions of shitty childhood / childhood trauma (ghost),
summary : how i think a relationship would start and function with ghost. light personal head cannons were also thrown into the batch.
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let’s start this off with honestly, this dude has feelings. he just doesn’t always have the right outlets for them.
he grew up in a house that was basically a war zone for a kid, so he would learn how to love from watching movies and books while growing up since his parents weren’t very outwardly loving.
i honestly feel like as a kid ghost would love to read books about families, day dream about him and his brother taking the place of the kids on the paper. (which this also hinted to manic daydreaming later on in life.)
a lot of these behaviors stayed in his adult hood, so you just have to give the poor man time to adjust.
now that we have some basic ideas, what would he be like in a relationship?
i don’t think you’d necessarily have to be apart of the military to date him, but it would definitely speed the process up. he only takes deployments when they have no work or when price basically demands that ghost needs a break.
for the idea that you’re in the military or t141; he would see you as another body until you actually interact on a regular basis. he’s learned to distance himself from soldiers he doesn’t talk to on a regular basis due to how quickly and easily they die, so at first he wouldn’t talk to you unless it’s giving/taking orders.
it would take some time to warm up, the process would definitely be easier if you were already friends / knew members of t141.
once the two of you actually began to interact it’s only a matter of time that ghost starts to get himself attached to you. growing up he had nothing stable, so the idea of a stable relationship makes that mad jump up with joy and click his damn heals.
when he catches himself having feelings more then just platonic towards you he goes back to what he use to do; looking though old cringy buzzfeed quizzes, reading those weird blogs meant for teenage girls on how to get your crush to like you, reading romance books for ideas.
he’s subtle in the change, his affections come in acts of services. since he considers 141 family, so when he starts to clean your weapons for you and clean up after you without saying anything you don’t think much about it since he does it for everyone to.
at one point he even tried to do your laundry (which stopped when people asked why).
i think his breaking point of everything would be on a mission, if you were to get hurt busily enough to have your life in danger all the adrenaline and panic filling his head forces him to blurt it out.
poor thing was so scared he’d lose the chance to even tell you, and god knows he already has enough regrets — he doesn’t need to add never telling you he loved to that list.
when you got to base and got patched up ghost wouldn’t talk to you unless you talked to him, giving himself time to let his feelings settle. if you both haven’t talked within a week (besides for work obviously) he’d confront you himself.
he originally thought he made you uncomfortable, trying to communicate with you.
if you both are able to work everything out things would go back to normal. even though ghost confessed to you he’s happy to settle with staying friends if it meant keeping you close.
you would probably have to be the one to confront him about dating if it’s something you want.
i feel like it would take ghost a while to make a final choice, thinking about the pro’s and con’s like it was a business deal.
if you guys begin to date, nothing too drastic would change.
you both would plan leaves together, maybe being closer in public, ghost would probably pick more stuff up for you even if you tell him he doesn’t have to.
i feel like his main form of showing you live would be through notes where he can get his thoughts down without feeling uncomfortable. you don’t get letters or notes from him often sense he doesn’t want to be open about the relationship and he’s worried about someone finding them, but when you do get them they’re always sweet and you can tell they’re genuine.
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loveshotzz · 4 days
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pretend i wrote this when you were sick - pretend it's also not this long. also sorry if it looks like there are parts missing.
He's on his third call while he waits at the door in the early spring breeze, unbottoned work shirt billowing with him -- silently chastising himself for not throwing on a sweater since you told him to do it before he left. He presses the bell again, hearing it go off in the house for the second time, anxiety brewing in his chest. He'd never seen you so sick, and even though the doctor said it was just a bad flu, seeing you in bed like this made his heart pound. He wasn't sleeping, had been working from home the past few days. He'd set up shop right outside the hall of the bedroom, ignoring his office so he could hear if you called out to him -- Bandit dutifully keeping watch over you at the end of the bed. It was something he wasn't expecting to affect him like this, his thoughts getting clouded with the sound of hospital monitors and oxygen machines.
You did your best to understand and assure him you're okay -- you're just kind of a baby about being sick. Lucky for Steve, he's been loving a chance to get to baby you - despite the ache it causes to see you like this.
But the babying would start even quicker if the front door of the house he was in front of would open.
"Honey, am I gonna have to file a report? You can't just be showing up to my house -- I got a wife at home," the tease comes from a familiar smoky voice, "Do you really want her to find out about us?"
"I called three times," Steve huffs, "I said I'd only be gone for ten minutes."
"Do you really think she's counting? She's probably asleep. Plus, you're a minute man," Eddie winks, beckoning him into the house, "And if she calls you can run right home, you're around the fuck--effing corner."
"Yeah, you're around the effing corner, Big Guy," Gwen's tiny voice repeats from the island in the kitchen.
"Gwendolyn," Eddie warns. "Sorry," she whispers back, "I won' say id again."
"Thank you, doll," he smiles, "Can you ask mommy to bring the soup and meds we packed up for your aunt so we can give it to Steve?" She patters away with her light up sneakers glinting pink and purple with every step, disappearing into the house only to run back winded a few minutes later. "Mommy said you have two hands that work just fine so you can get it," she smiles, not fully understanding what she means, "And then she said to say please after. Please!"
Steve snorts, "Yeah, loser, go grab my shi--stuff."
Eddie rolls his eyes, "Whatever."
As her father leaves, Gwen climbs back up on the bar stool and looks up at Steve curiously, "So when does she get to come back over?"
"When she feels better, angel," he smiles, "Why?"
She shrugs, "I dunno, I like when she comes over 'cause then it's not just you."
His mouth gapes with a smile, "What do you mean? Am I not enough for you?"
Gwen shrugs in the way four year olds shrug when they're feeling sneaky, "She's juss funner, Big Guy." "Do you hear this?!" Steve gasps as Eddie re-enters, "She doesn't think I'm as fun."
"You haven't been playing 'Cool Barbies' with her, lately," Eddie shrugs, popping the two tote bags filled with sick day amenities on the table, "Ow, ow Lu, don't pull daddy's hair, please." "It's okay Luce, you can do whatever you want," Steve coos to the baby on Eddie's hip, grabbing the bags and putting them over his shoulder. He leans forward to kiss her only for Eddie to step away.
"Dude, not with your potential flu germs -- they're picking up enough sh--stuff at daycare," Eddie says, taking the baby's pudgy hand and waving, "Say byyyyeee Big Guy." "Bah," Lucy gurgles in her post nap haze, head resting heavily on Eddie's shoulder. "Bye, Big Guy," Gwen smiles, hugging him at the knees, "Tell Auntie-I-said-hi-and-I-miss-her-and-love-her-and-that-she-is-so-pretty-and-that-I-have-new-Barbies."
"I will tell her, thank you for the message," Steve nods, chest hammering again at the thought of you sick and bed without him. He flicks his head up at Eddie, "Tell Peach I said hi."
"Yeah, I'll tell her somethin' alright," he half grumbles, hoisting Lucy higher up on his hip. Steve blows Gwen a kiss before making it back to you in the quick trip is takes to get back to your place. He knocks softly before stepping in, hearing your soft 'hm?' that sets his whole body a buzz with affection. "I have..." he starts, opening the bags, "Two quarts of Peach's famous 'sick soup', a shit ton of orange juice, 800mg motrin, a card from Gwen, a drawing from Gwen, three new pairs of fuzzy socks, a toy for Bandit? Okay..." He lists off the rest of the care package before looking at you with a smirk, "And absolutely nothing for me." "I can gib you someding," you murmur out with a stuffed nose, "I can gib you a kiss." "Ooh, how about I give you a kiss tough girl?" he asks, chestnut hair falling into his eyes as he leans down to kiss your forehead. His lips are warms against your clammy skin, enough to soothe you back into a cozy half sleep under the covers, "How're you feelin'?" "Dired," you admit, "Bud I could really use thad soup." "Okay," he nods, "I'll heat it up for you." He gets back to the door looking back with a soft gaze on you, thinking of Lucy's face and how it looks when you hold her on your hip, how you look when you play Barbies with Gwen. How it would look when there's a baby that's the perfect blend of the two of you bouncing on your lap, when there's a baby monitor in the bedroom, when you're both complaining about germs at daycare. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it before going downstairs. Right now, babying you is just enough.
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CAROL!!!! Stop 😩 I physically cannot handle this amount of yearning. What have you done to me?!? I’m still sick (it won’t go away) so this was still perfect. Of course he’s imagining getting me pregnant while taking care of me, ILL GIVE THAT OLD MAN ANYTHING HE WANTS!!
Also shout out to the number one couple here and that’s ocs!eddie and airwiy!steve. I love that the little glimpse we get of them living close to each other now and the little growth of the munson family 🥺
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irisintheafterglow · 9 months
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Rock and Roll, Buckaroo! (Bakusquad x you)
summary: you go on a ghost tour with the bakusquad - 1.3k words
cw: so much yelling, cliche paranormal activity (flickering lights, footsteps, etc), lots of profanity thanks bakugo, the bakusquad shares a single brain cell and most of the time you have it
note: so i wrote this instead of working on stuff for hawks and gojo but don't worry they're on their way i promise <3 i offer you this halloween in july fic instead inspired by buzzfeed unsolved and my visit to the whaley house a few months back.
likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated!!!
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“I’ll be honest, Mina, I don’t think Doja is the vibe for rolling up to a haunted house.” 
“Passenger seat gets AUX, Sero, so you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”
“Why the fuck does the driver not get AUX–”
“Because your music has an even worse vibe than Mina’s, Bakubro.” 
“Tch, whatever. Just be glad I’m driving your dumbasses or else you’d be stuck with Denki’s passive ass in the driver’s seat.” 
“I am a safe driver! Safer than Bakugo at least…” 
“OI–” The car erupts into chaos as Bakugo tries to blast Denki, who was sitting directly behind the driver’s seat while Mina throws herself over the wheel to avoid veering into oncoming traffic. Denki screams in terror, reaching across Jiro for Kirishima, who was trying to push back Bakugo’s sparking hand. You put your head in your hands as Sero starts viciously kicking Denki’s seat from the third row. Why Sero thought it would be a good idea to send a TikTok about the most haunted places in the country to the group chat suggesting a visit to one right outside the city, you had no idea. What perplexes you, even more, is that Bakugo had been the first one to agree, followed by you and Kirishima, then Mina and Jiro, and finally a reluctant Denki. 
“Bakugo! The parking lot!” Jiro screams from the middle row. In between his pleas for Bakugo’s mercy, Denki yells out final directions. 
“You have to turn right now!” Bakugo throws the wheel to the side and swerves a violent right turn, hurtling Sero into your shoulder. Sero rights himself and takes in the surrounding modern-looking office complex with confusion. 
“That was the wrong exit!”  
“No fucking shit! Denki, you said to turn right!” 
“I meant left right at that moment, dude!” 
“YOU-” 
“Bakubro, remember your morals!”  
Ten minutes later, after several more attempts at homicide by Bakugo’s hands, you were standing at the steps of the ancient-looking house as the tour guide introduced the history of the hauntings to your group and others unfortunate enough to have booked a tour at the same time. 
“You guys scared?” Mina whispers to you, linking her elbow to yours with a smile. 
Jiro scoffed from your other side, and you shook your head in agreement. “As if,” you reply, straining to listen to the guide’s instructions. 
“Take care, dear visitors, for certain things may go BUMP,” he says, stamping his cane on the porch and making Denki yelp. “And beware of the spirits of the family that are determined to make visitors acknowledge them, skeptical or not.” The guide points his cane at Kirishima, who runs a hand through his hair, chuckling nervously. The guide stares into Kirishima’s eyes for a few moments more and then abruptly turns around to open the doors, causing snickers among your friends. 
“Enter, dear visitors, if you dare.” 
The guide leads the group through the foyer, the kitchen, the living area, and the upstairs bedrooms. The house was filled with beautifully ornate furniture and well-preserved artifacts from centuries past caked with layers of dust. 
Not that your friends cared about all that.
Sero had his phone out, recording from the moment you had stepped through the entryway and insistent upon catching paranormal activity. You took photos of Mina and Jiro posing next to the portraits of the Ladies of the House, their eyebrows drawn together and eyelids droopy to match the paintings’ solemn expressions. Bakugo, surprisingly, was fascinated by the grim history of the house and would shush your group if they started getting too loud that he couldn’t hear the guide. Kirishima stuck close to Bakugo and Denki, jokingly commenting on whether the actions of the men in the house were manly or not to hide his unease. 
The tour ended at the head of the house’s office before exiting out the backyard gate, and your friends lingered to take a photo in an antique full-body mirror. The temperature seemed to have dropped significantly, and Sero’s phone battery drained immediately after taking the mirror photo. 
“Man… I swear this thing had, like, 80% power when we got here.” He knocked his hand a few times against the edge of the phone to no avail, the no-battery symbol flashing mockingly at him. 
“Maybe it’s ‘cause you were recording unnecessary shit this entire time. Coulda just asked me for a fuckin’ summary afterward.”
You laughed at Bakugo’s commitment to the tour. “You’re just grumpy that we dragged you into a group mirror photo, Kats.” 
“Alright, now that my hands are free, do you think that if I drew a pentagram on the floor that I’d summon a demon?” Sero waggled his eyebrows and Jiro scoffed at his casual reference to getting possessed. 
“Maybe if you sat on it. Or laid on it, like that tall guy on YouTube.” 
“Nah, man, I don’t mess around with that shit. Don’t be trying that stuff if I’m near you.” 
“Do you actually believe in ghosts? That’s why you’re scared of them?”
“Not scared… just not interested in getting my body taken over. It’d suck big time.” 
“Mina, what the fuck are you looking at that’s so funny?” The pink-haired hero was pointing to a small, faded image of one of the family’s sons that had died of some disease. 
“Ha, look at this guy that looks like Bakugo, Jiro. Jiro?” Mina’s voice trails off, looking back at Jiro, who was tensely staring at the ceiling of the house. Her eyes track the perimeter of where the office walls meet the ceiling, face taut with concentration. The others don’t notice until she quietly sticks one of her earphone jacks into the ceiling and gasps, a hand flying up to cover her mouth. 
Bakugo’s focus shoots to Jiro, immediately on alert. “Yo, Ears, are you good?”
“There are… footsteps. Upstairs. Sounds like two people walking around.”
Kirishima loses a little bit of color on his face. “That could be just another tour, right?”
“No, no, no. The guide said we were on the last tour of the night.” Mina’s eyes are wide with concern and she puts out her hands as if to calm down the escalating fear of the group. “What if it’s the guy that I said looked like Katsuki?” Bakugo snarls, on the verge of biting Mina’s pointing finger off. 
“Okay, no, it’s probably cleaning people.” Kirishima glances at the exit door leading to the outside, but you all seem to be frozen where you stand.  
Sero’s eyes sparkle from behind his dead phone camera. “Yeah, ghost cleaning people.” Chills run down your spine, and you shiver at the dropping temperature. Kirishima opens his mouth to counter Sero’s suggestion but is cut off by Bakugo’s harsh tone. 
“Stop it, Denki,” he suddenly snaps. 
Denki’s face twists in confusion. “My bad?”
“Dude, I said stop it.” 
“I’m not doing anything!” 
Scowling at Denki, Bakugo points aggressively to the ceiling light that had started flickering after Jiro’s gasp. 
“That’s…not me…”
“Guys? You see that, right?” 
You turn towards Kirishima, who has moved to the doorway of the office that leads to the rest of the house. His eyes are the size of pool balls and his face is completely devoid of color. As you carefully gather around the doorway of the office to see what he’s looking at, pure horror courses through your entire body as you take in two pairs of eyes peering back at your friends from the top of the stairs. They were undeniably eyes, and you stare at them until one of them blinks and they both start to descend the stairs.
Right towards your friends.   
Your group explodes into unbelievably loud shrieks of horror and shouted expletives as you high-tail it out the door, Kirishima having just enough sense to knock down Bakugo’s hand before he fires a shot at the stairs and gets you all sued for property damage. 
Days later, Sero frames a copy of the mirror photo you all had taken in the office, and upon closer inspection of the photo, you discover two figures standing in the doorway behind you and your smiling friends.
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ist4rgirlo · 8 months
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Conrad fisher x sister when she tells Conrad she wants to learn how to surf and Conrad teaches her how to and encourages her and helps her stand and stuff ( he messes around a little and flips her off of the surfboard just pure fluff ) <3 u don’t have to write it if u don’t wanna it’s totally fine tysm really! ❤️
ONE SHOT !
Pairing: Conrad Fisher x sister!reader || My blog
Warnings: just pure fluff, conrad being a GREAT BROTHER 💪🏻
Requested by: Anonymous
This one really made my heartache because of how cute it is 😩 I love platonic fics, I love big brother connie, it’s so CUTE ! thank you for requesting this fic!
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“Jeremiah please!” I pleaded — tugging Jeremiah’s arm, forcing him to teach me how to surf.
Him and Conrad would always surf whenever we came here in Cousins. I just watch them because my mom thought that It would be dangerous for me, she said that I was too young to surf. It was unfair!
Jeremiah groaned — “Dude, mom already said no! I don’t want to get in trouble” he said looking at me.
“You suck! I’ll just ask Conrad” Jeremiah scoffed — “Yeah ask Conrad! Like he’s going to say yes when he knows that mom already said no” I just rolled my eyes and walked away.
I saw Conrad near the shore, fixing his gears — ready to surf. I ran towards him, jumping on his back “Hi Connie!” I gleamed. He turned around and smiled at me.
“Hey there, sis.” he said, ruffling my hair. “So uhm..” I looked down, scared to ask. I’d say Conrad always had a soft spot for me but still he always follows what mom says.
Conrad looked at me, tilting his head — waiting for me to complete my sentence.
“Can.. can you teach me how to surf?” I asked — looking up to him, smiling widely.
When he heard what I said, his face lightened up. His face started to fill with excitement but he tried to hide it, just to tease me.
“You know if mom knew, you’d be grounded right?” Conrad said, smirking — teasing me. I pouted “I know, I just want to learn. Why can’t she let me learn, it’s only surfing plus i’m going to be with you guys!” I said, groaning — sitting down on the sand.
Conrad chuckled “Oh you big baby. Come on! I’ll teach you” Conrad offered his hand — pulling me up.
“Oh my god OH MY GOD really?” I said - grabbing his arm, jumping up and down. Conrad giggled “Yes! So go and get your gears, i’ll wait for you here” he said, pushing me gently.
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“Okay, first we want to find your balance. Here copy me, stand on your board at an angle” I nodded and copied what Conrad was doing.
I found my balance right away, Conrad looked at my stance “See! you’re a natural at this” Conrad yelled — smiling.
“Okay I think you’re ready! Just watch the way of the wave, just do what I told you okay?” Conrad looked at me — I nodded.
“Come on, let’s go in the water” he l said as we ran towards the ocean with our boards.
I took me multiple tries to actually catch a wave but that didn’t gave me the reason to give up. I tried and I tried till I catched a wave or two successfully. “YESSSS!!” I yelled — putting my fists up — looking at Conrad. He looked back, smiling at me before paddling towards me.
“So did you enjoy?” Conrad asked, sitting on his board. “You know, I would’ve done it myself, just saying” I said shrugging — teasing him.
I watch Conrad get off of his board — he started walking towards me, holding my board — pushing me over.
“YOU SUCK! I DRANK SO MUCH WATER!” I said coughing from how much water I inhaled. Conrad just looked at me, laughing.
“Come on! We have to go back, mom might get mad” Conrad said, smiling teasingly. I panicked
“OMG! I totally forgot that mom didn’t know” I whined, Conrad just laughed at me.
We walked back to the beach house. As I reached the front door, I opened it quietly and tiptoed my way to the kitchen all the way to the end of the stairs.
“Where have you been, young lady?” Susannah said — squinting her eyes at me as I tried to sneak upstairs and go straight to my room — Conrad behind me.
“H-hey, momm-“ I said, smiling at her — waving “Go up, sis. Go clean up.” Conrad said — I turned to him, he was smiling at me so I smiled back and went upstairs.
“Connie, you can’t keep on taking the blame for your sister” I heard mom said — sighing. “Mom, she’s a big girl. She can do things that we’re doing, I just taught her how to surf that’s all” Conrad said.
“Surfing?! I told you and Jeremiah to never teach your sister how to surf! Come on, Connie. She’s too young for it.” Mom yelled at Conrad.
Conrad sighed “She’s my responsibility, she’s okay. She was good at what she was doing, I took good care of her, Mom. So don’t worry okay?”
Susannah just sighed — “Okay, I can never win against you. Just take care of your sister okay? she’s my little girl.”
“Ofcourse, Mom. You know she’s my little girl too.” Conrad said — before heading upstairs.
I just smiled after hearing their conversation about me. It was cute how Mom worries about me, but I know that my brothers are there to always protect me — I trust them with my whole heart.
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crushedsweets · 7 months
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Got any cool hip creepypasta headcanons?!?😱😱
DEPENDS... its hard without any specific prompts but yk what anon im capable of talking out of my ass no matter what.
this'll be talking about the main 12 i usually talk about, so if i say smth like 'so and so is the ONLY one who does this', they aren't actually the only one
toby rides a bike everywhere. he just steals random ones if he sees one he likes or knows hes hella far from home and doesnt wanna walk. brought home a pink beach cruiser once and natalie laughed her ass off. . .
the proxies (tim, brian, toby) have a cabin that tim and brian treat more like a safehouse rather than a home. tim and brian share an apartment near the city though. toby is the only one who lives there full time. they all have to pitch in for the bills, but toby has to scramble to get the majority bc again.. lives there full time.
the cabin only has 2 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, a connected kitchen/living room, and an attic. the small bedroom is filled to the fucking BRIM with random bullshit that they keep as storage but its just ridicoulous. like boxes filled with random shit toby steals (i kinda hc toby as a kleptomaniac too), tables, dressers, clothes, etc. a lot of it is also stuff that like, jeff or nat dropped off being like 'keep this safe for me' and it eventually just devolved into a storage room. the master bedroom is where tim or brian sleep IF they are at the cabin. toby made the attic his bedroom, but he falls asleep on the couch or in the master bedroom if the other two aren't home. he just likes that the attic is someplace nobody else really wants to go cuz.. why would they need to?
tim owns a busted rusty reddish colored pickup truck. he totally named it something like sheila and calls it a 'she.' brian prob just has a basic little grey honda. does not name it . .
natalie has huge issues w her gender. not in a queer way(well sort of in a queer way bc im projecting) but in a like. 'fuck this shit im fucking tired' because growing up, she was always a daughter, sister, niece, etc before she was her own person. she grew up in a house of men, and her extended family was largely ran by shitty, loud, sexist men that constantly ostracized her for being a girl. toby is legit the only dude she's fully like Ok. I'm ok with u. ur just fucking stupid. and she pokes fun at him being a mamas boy and says thats why shes ok with him. she stopped talking to him for like a month the one time he made a gender roles comment that he got from his dad.
natalie used to play volleyball and basketball growing up cuz again, grew up with boys and she was always really tall (like 5'7 in 6th grade, 6ft by highschool). sports and art were her ONLY outlets, but she was always degraded and shamed by her dad and brother for art. her dad loved that she played sports though, one of the only things he was supportive about . until she got a little older and he decided that being a tomboy wasnt as endearing on a teenage girl.
i cannot explain how close jane and her parents were. she was an only child in a upper middle class house to a lawyer and a real estate agent so she was always spoiled rotten, taken care of, always told how beautiful and smart she was. hence why losing them is the most fucking detrimental shit to ever happen to her. she literally worhsips her parents. she's wore mothers wedding dress to her own wedding. her uncle(dads brother) walked her down the aisle holding a framed photo of her dad. she almost refused to walk during her university graduation because her parents couldn't be there, despite the years worth of hardwork and dedication she put into it.
mary(janes wife) was janes bestfriend in highschool. it was one of those crazy homoerotic female friendships. they were eachothers first kiss even when they thought they were straight ("oh lets practice kiss for our future bfs!").
my idea of ben kinda combines the idea of ben the kid who drowned, and BEN the experiment to put souls into a digital afterlife. ben bought majoras mask from some creepy neighbor at a garage sale, and the neighbor had like. this completely absurd theory that he could put himself into a game or something. so he ended up tricking several kids into buying the same majoras mask cartridge, killing them after they beat the game together, and their souls DID get trapped in the cartridge but it didnt do much for his theory... WHICH MEANS that BEN is a culmination of several people, kids and teens raging from like 7-19, but the ben we know is sort of like.. the only one who escaped the cartridge (he was the last one killed and the reason the man got caught for murder)? but he was stuck in said cartridge for about like 7 years before he was 'reawoken' so traces of others souls are in him. ITS REALLY COMPLICATED it makes sense in my head but idk. he has a lot of identity issues that come packed with having his childhood stolen from him.
he's so close to sally because he relates to her on that level. while their trauma was different, being a kid taken advantage of and fucking murdered is insane. despite coming from completely different time periods (sally died in the 1900s, ben died in the 2000s), ben can only find himself truly relating to sally on an emotional level. sure, him jeff and toby can laugh and play video games and wrestle and stuff, but sally is the only one who can even begin to understand what it's like to be a dead kid.
sally and ben kinda make a lot of comments about humans and stuff LOL. most of it is in the 'you ungrateful pieces of shit you THREW AWAY YOUR LIFE' but sometimes it's something more bittersweet. 'you lived to adulthood, you have so much, you can do so much, please keep going, there's so much left for you, don't let it go' etc etc. they can sometimes be the wisest in their perspectives of life, death, mortality. but theyre both so bitter and traumatized and hurt but it that it's mostly overshadowed by envy. that's why the two of them can be so close, even if they dont really sit and like.. philosophize about life. lmfao
ben has gotten into several like police and governemnt systems and removed so many cctv footage of everyone getting in trouble, or even wiped their shit from systems. he is like the main reason none of them are in jail unironically.
jeff is the only one who truly enjoys murder. he's a sadist at heart and has a fetish for all this blood and guts. toby and natalie did have their own periods in life where they killed for relief/as a power trip(toby only ever did it under orders, natalie took some sleezy guys home from bars). the rest of them either aren't killers, or don't do it by choice (brian and tim).
i was gonna ramble about nina next but im kinda embarrassed that i just spoke so much about them BAHAHAH OK THANKS ANON
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billthedrake · 1 year
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THE SALES GUY
Business travel is OK, until it's not.
Thunderstorms back east had cancelled one flight and seriously delayed another. Even with the time difference, it was almost 9 when we landed in Denver. At least Carson and I had status and were upgraded to business class. We were the first off the plane, rolling our business carry ons behind us through the airport, making our way toward the rental car area.
Carson Wells is one of the sales guys in our group. The dude's young, about 30, but he's good at his job and moreover has a crazy ambition. It's why he was paired with me on a prospect this big.
I'll be honest, I used to hate the folks in Sales. I felt like we did the work, and they cashed in their commission checks. And Carson was the very type who annoyed the crap out of me. Fratty, capable only of small talk, nice almost to the point of seeming fake. But times like this I was grateful I was paired with him: the guy didn't get stressed out about travel hiccups.
"I love Denver, man," he said in a tone that would sound chipper if it weren't such a masculine bro kind of voice. "Shame we don't have the time to go hiking or anything while we're out here."
For some reason, I was in the mood for Wells' small talk. "You into outdoor sports? I pictured you as more a country club guy," I teased.
"That too," Carson said as he flashed his smile. Pearly white teeth, fucking perfectly formed dimples, well trimmed blondish-brown beard. Yeah, one reason my defenses were down was because Carson Wells was stunningly cute and stunningly hot.
Down boy, I thought to myself. It's not like my dick was chubbing or anything, but I knew how to be a professional at work, and with colleagues. Even ones as hot as Carson. Besides, the dude was grade-A hetero.
Carson had reserved the car and we strutted right over to pick up the key. Of course, Carson went for an upgraded model. I thought of lecturing him about costs, but figured I'd let his manager deal with that headache. Besides, if we reeled this big fish in, no one would give a fuck how much Carson ran up on his business credit card this trip.
We were both tired from the long day and once we checked into the hotel it was time to go to our respective rooms and call it a night.
If you've seen one Marriott you've seen them all. At least this one had a good view of the mountains, though it would be morning before I'd have time to appreciate it. For now, I undressed and brushed my teeth and slipped into bed. I didn't even have my daily masturbation time, I was so tired.
***
The presentation the next day went well. Really well. Carson brought the dynamic sales pitch, and I brought the gravitas. Of course we didn't know what they'd decide yet, but you sometimes get a vibe from a prospect, and that vibe was positive.
Carson was getting it too. We stopped at a trendy restaurant near our hotel that was half steak house, half small plate kind of place. Carson joked it was the kind of place he'd take chicks to if he wanted to impress them. Honestly, I didn't care where we ate. I don't eat a lot on the day of a sales call, and now my appetite was catching up with me.
"I think this calls for the good stuff," Carson announced as he strutted up to the bar, me a couple paces behind. God, he was so sexy in that post-pitch mode, his 5'11" body filling out his trim-cut tailored suit just right, and those thick thighs leading up to an amazing ass...
"Best bourbon you have," he asked the bartender. Then, he flashed those dimples as he turned to me. "Oh I forgot, you gay guys don't drink bourbon, right?"
I rolled my eyes. "It sounds like you're scripting the next HR compliance video, Wells."
He chuckled. "Is that a yes or no, Boss?" I technically wasn't his boss, but I was an officer and somehow Boss had become his playful nickname for me.
"Sure," I said, adding that the prospect was ultimately gonna pay for this round.
"Damn straight," Carson grinned, his green eyes twinkling.
We sat the bar, sipping some pretty damn amazing whiskey. Carson had his legs spread, effortlessly manspreading. I didn't stare or scope him out or anything, but let's say I enjoyed the view.
Our conversation was all business as our food arrived, and even as we ordered another drink.
"Maybe grab another back at the hotel bar?" he asked as we nearly finished that round. It was getting dark out but still wasn't too late. "I'm in the mood to celebrate."
I nodded, signalling for the check. "Sounds good. Only we haven't won the client yet."
"We're gonna win 'em, Bill. You know it, too."
I shrugged. "Yeah," I conceded.
Carson laughed. "Didn't think you'd be so superstitious."
I nudged my leg against his. Hopefully more a buddy nudge than a flirty one, but the booze was loosening me up. "I'm surprised you're not, Wells."
We paid up and made our way back to the boring bar at our boring hotel. It felt great to unwind there. I knew Carson was eager to have more than one other drink, and I wouldn't mind getting a little tight myself. It had been a tough week.
"You're buying this time, Boss," he said. "Just don't order me some well-liquor shit."
I was tempted to get him a cheap domestic beer, just for being a smart ass, but ended up splurging on another top-shelf bourbon.
"Here's to the Dream Team," he toasted as we clinked our glasses. We were just about the only ones in the bar area, seated on one of the couches.
"You did great, man," I said.
He smiled again. Fuck, those pearly whites. "Man, that's probably the first time you've ever thrown me a compliment."
"No it isn't..." I objected. Now that I was in a managerial role, I knew it was my job to provide positive feedback to everyone on my team.
"For real," he said, with a smile that said he wasn't too upset. Or maybe Carson was just being his frat-boy nice. "You're kind of intense, Boss."
"Oh," I said. Not sure what to make of it. Though Carson wasn't the first person with that opinion of me.
He nodded. "I'm gonna say something that's not HR-approved... but you've mellowed out a lot since you broke up with Rob."
Rob was my ex-husband. I still couldn't tell if it ended amicably or bitterly. But it had been a big shift in my life. "It was a divorce," I corrected Carson.
"Yeah, divorce. Sorry. I know that was an asshole thing to say. It's just, well, you seem happier now. I hope you are, Bill."
Something about his sincerity, combined with the booze, had me opening up unexpectedly. "There's good and bad," I replied in a measured way. "But the freedom is nicer than I expected."
Carson nudged my knee with his, in what I would have guessed was a flirtation, and gave ne a "you dog" kind of look. "I bet," he smirked. Then he got an impish look on his cute face. "Maybe I shouldn't admit this to you, man, but I sometimes have fun with guys."
I gulped. This was major HR-inappropriate territory. "Is that right?" I asked with my best poker face.
The man nodded. The sexual part of my brain was just thinking how incredibly fuckable my coworker was. His voice made him even hotter, I thought. "Not the whole nine yards like you gay guys, but yeah..."
"How do you know what I do in bed?" I had to tease.
He laughed and shrugeed. Again, flashing that killer smile. "You got me there, Boss. Guess I shouldn't make assumptions." We paused and, fuck, our eyes met, like really met. I wasn't imagining it: Carson Wells was fucking flirting with me. "Can I trust you with this, man?" he asked.
I gave some motion of my hand that was some combo of crossing my heart and scout's honor.
He bit his lip nervously, playfully, and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Um, yeah, I'm into sucking a guy's dick." He blushed as he said it, but I had to be impressed by how forthright he was. It was the last thing I expected from Carson's mouth. His nervousness carried him on. "I mean, just the feel of a hard cock in my mouth.... it's wild, kind of a taboo you know for a guy like me."
"I can imagine," I said. Not wanting to either encourage or discourage Carson. My dick was getting rock hard in my suit. And there was no way it was going down soon.
"Yeah," Carson beamed, glad I wasn't judging him or giving him any flak for his bi streak. "I mean it's crazy, I don't even need my dick sucked or anything, just that act is enough to get me going, you know?"
I nodded but replied. "Not exactly, Carson. I guess I'm more a receiving is better than giving kind of guy," I joked.
"Did Rob do that for you?" he asked.
This was definitely inappropriate conversation. But fuck it. "That and more," I replied. "Rob was a big ol' bottom."
"Hot," Carson said. There was something weird about our dynamic now. Buddy-buddy, but also like lusty. Carson took a sip of bourbon, but he was nearing the bottom of his glass. "Another round, Boss?"
I held mine up and swirled the last half centimeter of brown liquid in the rocks glass. "I shouldn't, man." I was already pretty buzzed.
"Come on," he urged. "We're the fucking Dream Team."
I caved and nodded. If my boner was riding a good ridge in my trousers it downright throbbed watching Carson's hot suited body get up and strut over to the bar. I needed to find some self control, in case Wells was actually gonna proposition me. Maybe he just wanted someone to talk to about his bi side. Or maybe he liked teasing me as an ego boost.
He was all smiles when he came back with two more drinks. We clinked glasses and had our first sips. "To a killer day," he smirked.
"Yep," I said. I wasn't drunk at least. But I was starting to feel really nice.
He looked around. I thought he was just idly checking out our environment, but I realized he was seeing if the coast was clear. His eyes flitted back to my crotch.
"You look like you're packing a lot down there, Boss," he said. That sexual edge somehow changing his frat-bro voice.
"Sorry," I muttered. Trying to cross my legs.
"Don't hide it, man," he urged. "No one can see it from a distance, not in those pants."
I blushed as I spread my legs again, manspreading as I faced this hunky sales guy. This was so wild and wrong, but my dick was rock hard.
"Nice boner, Boss," he smirked.
"Thanks," I said. Maybe I thought if I limited my words there'd be less cause to get me fired.
"How big is it?" he asked.
"How big?" I chuckled. Wells was the last dude I imagined to be asking me for my dick size. "7 and a half," I replied. "I've not measured the width."
"It's pretty thick," Carson put out there, his eyes back on my boner. "But not too fat to suck."
"Jesus," I exhaled.
Carson's green eyes twinkled. "Am I getting you worked up, Boss?" Jesus, he loved flirting all right.
"You know you are, damnit."
"This is just between us, right?" he clarified.
"It better be," I hissed. "Not how I expected this trip to go..."
"You upset?" he felt me out.
"Depends on if I'm thinking with my brain or my dick," I answered honestly.
That made Carson smile. "How bout your dick?"
"My dick wants to get sucked," I said bluntly.
Carson nodded, almost serious, maybe the reality was making him less chipper. "Let's do this, Bill," he grunted and tossed back of the liquor, like he was building up courage.
I didn't do mine like a frat boy shot, but sipped a good amount of the remainder and set the glass down before standing up, just hoping my erection wasn't too obvious.
I couldn't believe this was actually gonna happen. Carson didn't seem to believe it either. We rode the elevator silently, almost scared to look at one another. Then he followed me to my room.
My heart pounded, because I didn't know how this was actually going to go down. I didn't want anything messy with my coworker - hell, I'd probably be the senior investment guy brought in for half of Wells's prospects - but it was probably too late for that.
I tried to think of how this would go down. For a half minute, a part deep in my brain wanted to put a stop to this. But as I walked to where our rooms were, adjacent to one another, I stopped at mine and Carson looked at me with a look of horny expectation behind his straight-bro smile. I tapped the key card and ushered him inside.
The thing that helped my conscience somehow was that Wells didn't kiss me or make any move to make out with me. Like he'd had some practice he crouched in front of me, looking incredible in his slim-cut suit and gym-toned build, wasting no time reaching forward ot unbuckle my nelt. This wasn't gonna be a messy office place romance, this was just going to be a blowjob. As no-strings as they get.
"Fuck!" I hissed as the zipper came down and Carson tugged my boxer briefs below my hard prick. My dick jerked to attention, harder than I recall it ever being. This felt naughty and sexual in a way that half made me glad to be a divorced man.
"You sold yourself short, Boss," Carson teased as he ran his finger up and down my bone. "You got an amazing cock."
And like that, the sales guy was taking me into his mouth.
This wasn't Carson's first dick. It wasn't his fifth. The dude wasn't lying, he loved sucking cock, and it was clear he'd had some practice. I just stood there, hands on my hips and let him do his stuff. I got off on the mind-fuck of co-worker sex and the straight-dude fantasy come to life. I mean, Carson Wells clearly wasn't 100% straight but he was as close as I'd get to having a hetero guy blow me.
And the fact he loved this, really loved this, meant I was getting quality head. Regular, half-suction mouth strokes up and down about four or five inches of my cock, with increasing base.
"It's not gonna take me long," I warned him. If it hadn't been for the bourbon I would have nutted already. Wells was that good.
He was going for it now, kind of twisting the base of my cock with his fist as he bobbed more frantically. I placed my hand on the top of his skull, and that got an excited, deep moan from the guy. I started small thrusts timed with his sucking. Nothing too intense, I'm not an asshole. But I was getting real close, and my excitement was pushing me over that finish line.
"Oh shit! Oh fuck!" I hissed, trying not to be too loud. My cum was incredible. Maybe because Carson did this sucking thing all through my ejaculation that just added to the pleasure. My knees buckled a little.
I was finally was spent, and Carson gave one final lick at the tip before pulling back. "That was hot, Boss," he hissed, mouth full of cum and saliva.
"Damn... it was, man." I looked down. "Need me to get you off?" Once I cum I'm usually out of sex mode. But I know how to take care of a guy's needs.
He shook his head as he stood up. For real, Carson had a hardon riding up his suit pants. Not as big as mine but showing a good tent. "Nah, I'm good... I'm gonna go back to my room now, if that's OK."
It wasn't awkward as it seemed for some reason. Maybe because my swimmers were in Carson's belly now. "Yeah, that's fine... if you're sure." I felt a little guilty for the no-recip thing. But not too guilty, I suppose.
He flashed a grin. "Yeah, I'm sure. See ya bright and early tomorrow?"
"Yeah," I nodded, tucking back in and pulling up my trousers. "Have a good night, Wells. And thanks again." I was tipsy but maybe sobering up some now.
"My pleasure, Boss," he said. He paused and looked at me, and God I half expected a kiss to come right then. But he patted my arm and then walked past to the door. And left me in my room.
"Fuck!" I growled, and had to laugh at how crazy it was I just let that happen. I knew I'd made a terrible mistake, but Carson seemed game to make it with me. And I knew if I had that chance, I'd make it again.
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nyaagolor · 3 months
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Merry DL6mas!
I wrote an inordinate amnt of words about Edgeworth and MVK and dynamics and meta and w/e, stuck it below the cut so I don't obliterate ur dashes
So originally I wanted to make a relationship flowchart for all the characters and then realized that the amnt of caveats would make the image entirely text so I’m just forgoing the image altogether and doing this group by group starting with the VKs bc DL6mas and whatnot. It’s an essay and also unorganized so um. Have fun or apologies in advance? 
Anyway. I think AA1 intending to be standalone and then getting these additional games does some fun things to the characters but especially for Manfred. I’m of the opinion that he was not created or written to be deep or nuanced or anything. He’s the final boss, we weren’t supposed to get more on him, he’s honestly just a symbolic representation of the forces Phoenix works against rather than a character in his own right (in AA1 at least). He’s cartoonishly evil and that was supposed to be it— and then we get JFA and Franziska and suddenly Manfred gets all this retroactive characterization as the story is built beyond its initial parameters. That’s part of the reason why I’m so interested in him— all this new information comes exclusively through other characters and insinuations rather than him actually being on screen up until Investigations and even then it’s like 4 lines. We get more on Manfred, yes, but it’s a shadow on the wall. I’m sorry to bring up allegory of the cave about the gay lawyer simulator but w/e I’m a melodramatist, it’s an allegory of the cave situation. The reason I bring that up is because I don’t really think about Manfred in the same way as other characters; I piece together how I think of him though his relationships and impact on others rather than as an independent dude. His past is inconsequential to me and the ppl who flesh him out are the real troopers but he matters to me more as a vessel for narrative themes than anything. This is all to say that everything I’m doing is conjecture and just kind of filling in the gaps based on my current understanding of the text. Headcanons for the broad and far-reaching audience of me, myself, and I. 
That being said. The whole spiel I just went on about “Manfred as defined by his relation to others” works quite nicely as tie-in to how he feels about Edgeworth, because I think Edgeworth occupies this symbolic space in MVK’s mind. Yes, Edgeworth is a kid he mentors and who lives in his house and who he is legally responsible for, but Edgeworth is also this physical manifestation of his failures. Edgeworth is a child, yes, but to MVK he’s a ghost, a consequence, a punishment. He may not be a VK, but he IS karma (sound the turnabout melody I am kissing you on the lips for this line btw). 
This also means that the way MVK views Edgeworth as an extension of his own thoughts about the DL6 incident rather than solely as his own person, which is something that changes pretty drastically over time. The way he talks about and to Edgeworth goes beyond who and what Edgeworth is as a person because for MVK, there was always an aspect of the self in there, and MVK interacting with Edgeworth is as much a reflection of his own identity as it is how he feels about Miles. 
If there is one thing the entire VK family does extraordinarily well it's projection, and I think MVK has been doing this since he brought Edgeworth into the picture (and before that, but it’s only relevant to me now). This is personally how I rationalize how absolutely batshit half of MVK’s actions are. I know the actual reason is “we expanded the characters around him which necessitates certain actions to drive the plot and inconsistency results from this expansion” blah blah blah paratext more or less confirms this, but we are going full Watsonian in this bitch. 
I have talked at length about the actual medical stuff around gunshots and how bullets are typically removed from joints specifically because of how badly they damage the surrounding tissues over time, I’ll link the post if anyone is curious, but tldr bullet wound symbolism. I bring this up now because I think the bullet acts as a physical representation for DL6, it literally and metaphorically tears him up inside. No one else knows about this murder, most people have forgotten the penalty, but he never did, because he can’t. For someone who has structured his entire self on the idea of perfection, this is an event of unprecedented magnitude, and the living proof of it is eating dinner at his table every night. MVK sits with the weight of what he’s done, and whether or not he feels justified or guilty or w/e doesn’t even matter because it’s making him lose his goddamn mind. His behavior gets more intense, more irrational, because before he was just a massive, scheming, paragon of perfection (and corruption but shh) but now he is in this inescapable cycle as the result of his choices and his choices exclusively. I don’t propose to know nor care about how he felt about it or what the specific emotions he felt were because they’re not particularly important in my mind, only that the lingering ghost of DL6 is driving MVK kinda bonkers and that drastically alters how he interacts with Edgeworth and Franziska. 
I’ve seen a lot of debate about why MVK took in Edgeworth, but my hot take is that he actually doesn’t know. I don’t think MVK ever processed DL6, I think he is filled with contradictory feelings (how ironic) and that this is what eats at him through all those years. Why did he take in Edgeworth? Because he felt guilty? Because he wanted to train him into everything his father hated as a twisted kind of revenge? Because he wanted a prodigy and saw himself in Edgeworth? It’s all of them, it’s none of them, it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t know. Why did he prosecute Edgeworth right before the statute of limitations ended? Was it revenge? Hatred? A way to test his prodigy? To project his own gnawing nest of emotions onto the person he felt embodied the incident? Same deal. (the real answer is that it doesn’t really matter bc we were not supposed to think about it this hard but. Shh. dw about it.)
I don’t take much interest into Manfred’s inner world because I ultimately think that a lot of his actions, while completely under his control, are him acting on impulse, on him doing irrational things because DL6, in a sense, killed him too. He comes out of that elevator a different person (not worse (can’t go down from rock bottom), not better, just a different kind of asshole), but destroyed from the inside out by a murder he committed. He’s so arrogant, so entitled, that he could never let this go, and I think that drives so much of the insane shit he tries to pull. He has centered his life around the axis of DL6 and he will always be pulled back into its orbit. The further we get from DL6 the more time he has to think, the more it tears him apart, the more the contradictory feelings about it rear their heads in turn and create this guy who is just desperate and angry. And when it’s days before the statute of limitations he just becomes completely subsumed by it all. He was always cruel, but now he’s cruel and desperate and completely willing to drag everyone down with him. The desperation is the important part. 
I will say though that he is, irrefutably, his own downfall. He molded Edgeworth in his own image, he created Phoenix Wright the defense attorney as a consequence, and it is the two of them who send him to his death. He is the one who planned the murder of Turnabout Goodbyes. From beginning to end, it’s his own hand. Manfred is one of the only characters in this series whose actions are not precedented by extenuating circumstances. It’s allllll him. He’s the bitch. He has been and will always be a selfish prick and for as much as he is lashing out because of DL6 he does so by dragging others in. 
Extremely long prelude to say that I think how he treats edgeworth varies so wildly over time and is so irrational in its presentation because of everything I mentioned before. He is Edgeworth’s greatest kindness and his worst nightmare— at the same time!! Multitasking king. He takes in Edgeworth as a snap decision for reasons he doesn’t entirely understand, and I think because of that he never quite views Edgeworth as a son (at least in the traditional sense). Edgeworth is not his child in the same way that Franziska is his child (and we will get to her in a different post I promise), but he’s not just some random kid either. Manfred is emotionally tied to him through DL6, and I think the fact colors the way that Manfred treats him. It’s a dynamic that I can’t really put a label on, because it’s mentor/student with so much extra baggage that it feels different than that. There is an emotional connection between them, a sense of atonement and revenge, and I don’t think either of them will ever be able to articulate what that means. Manfred does not address Edgeworth as his child, and I think there is an attempt in his language to distance himself from Edgeworth, but he finds himself drawn to Edgeworth all the same (bc Edgeworth is DL6 etc etc). He did not ask for a child, he does not WANT a child, but he has one! Get fucked!
MVK is obsessed with his own image, with this idea of perfection, and insofar as Edgeworth is DL6, Edgeworth is an extension of MVK. He pushes his ideals and tactics onto Edgeworth the second Edgeworth decides he wants to be a prosecutor, because even more than Franziska, Edgeworth is MVK’s living legacy. He is quite literally Manfred’s midlife crisis and I think Edgeworth wanting to be like him and becoming this Demon Prosecutor is this insanely fucked up kind of catharsis in MVK’s mind. And as Edgeworth becomes more like him, as he takes up MVK’s mantle, he becomes a mirror— that is where shit gets fun. I don’t think I need to spell out the ways in which MVK was simultaneously caring and cruel to his kids— you’ve seen Sound the Turnabout Melody, you’re seen Turnabout Goodbyes, we know this song and dance. 
The more time Edgeworth spends around him, as Edgeworth reflects more of Manfred back at himself, MVK simultaneously becomes proud and revolted. Edgeworth is growing beyond the consequences of DL6 and into a mirror of his adopted father figure mentor person. He is, from the ashes of DL6, becoming Manfred von Karma, and I think that drives MVK insane. He is becoming firmly entrenched in MVK’s life at this point. For as much as Edgeworth is DL6, he is now MVK himself. He becomes a walking contradiction, and Manfred’s projection then manifests as this rapidly oscillating clusterfuck of reactions. Edgeworth is out of his control but he’s super important to MVK— recipe for disaster. 
He builds Edgeworth up, teaches him everything he knows, starts to treat him like a son while at the same time irrevocably traumatizing for the rest of his life. He loves who Edgeworth is becoming while hating everything he stands for, and I think this absolute garbage pile of a child-rearing philosophy is as much a projection of himself as anything. It was never about Edgeworth the person. At first, MVK does not care in the slightest about Miles Edgeworth and it is only when he does, even a little bit, that shit hits the fan in my mind. Edgeworth the physical manifestation of DL6 is being overtaken by Edgeworth the Demon Prosecutor, and MVK starts to be proud of him— but this is an eventuality he did not plan for and cannot do anything about. For both of them, it’s personal now, and no amount of pushing each other away is really going to fix that. 
Anyway I don’t think literally any of this was intended. Manfred is not this deep, I am making literally all of this up, but it’s fine. If you got this far I salute you. Miles time. To pivot to Edgeworth’s POV for a while, I think that from the very beginning, Edgeworth looked up to MVK. It’s not the same idolization that Franziska does, but it’s up there. Obviously he idolized his father, but DL6 not only served as a complete evisceration of his family but also his ideals. Gregory the man was dead, but if criminals can kill his father and get away with it, that collapses the foundation on which Miles built his understanding of justice. Gregory the defense attorney– his ideals, his legacy, his philosophy– he died in that elevator too. Edgeworth pivots, completely independently, from a man who wants to protect to a man who wants to punish (and I firmly believe that this was his own decision and not Manfred pushing him into it, if MVK had not adopted him he still would have become a prosecutor just not so much of a dick). 
But so Manfred takes him in, and was spectacularly ill-equipped to handle this. I always saw Manfred as emotionally distant on the best of days (he’s born in the 50s what did u expect) but for Miles, who he barely considers a son at all, he isn’t capable of being the emotional support he needs. He never would be and never wanted to be. That’s layer one of baggage. What MVK does provide for Miles, though, is a purpose. Miles does not wallow in his father’s death, because he is taken in by someone who acts as a paragon of Miles’ new worldview. Manfred never lets a criminal get away. He is perfect in that way, and it gives Miles a tangible (albeit impossible) goal to strive for. MVK mentors him in this worldview and gives him the tools to outlet his grief and rage into something productive— fucked up and wrong, maybe, but productive. That’s layer two of baggage. 
For as complicated and twisted and contradictory as MVK’s feelings towards Edgeworth are, Edgeworth for most of his childhood sees MVK as this pillar of everything that is good and treats him with intense amounts of respect. He accepts any cruelty as tough love, he adopts his ideals and his tactics and his suit. Edgeworth needed *something* after the grief of DL6 and MVK is what he got, so Miles latches on and never lets go, for better or for worse. Miles Edgeworth is not Manfred von Karma but he actively tries to take his shape because whether or not it’s reciprocated, Edgeworth loves him and everything that he stands for. Manfred cares about him in that respect at the very least. And ultimately, this is my big take on Edgeworth: I think Edgeworth actively chased MVK. He became MVK on purpose. It’s a result of trauma and built entirely on false pretenses, but Miles is the one who takes the initiative and Manfred indulges him— And then Turnabout Goodbyes happens. 
Everything Edgeworth is, everything he made himself become, is wrong. Edgeworth has molded himself into a person he does not recognize and that person turned out to be a monster. The person Edgeworth idolized, respected, and maybe even loved is the very person who destroyed his life. He is wearing the skin of the monster he wanted to destroy, and he did it on purpose (in his mind). This is not to say he had much if any agency in this situation— this is not a path he would naturally take, this is structured entirely under false pretenses, and he was clouded by grief, traumatized, and most importantly nine, but what matters here is that Edgeworth FEELS like it’s his fault, and the complete collapse of his worldview AGAIN is what drives all the bullshit of RFTA. Edgeworth is not MVK (and you can tell because he is capable of self-reflection which MVK is ostensibly not (or at least unwilling to)), but it still drives him to this complete and utter devastation. He sees Manfred in himself and it isn’t until AAI1/2 that he’s able to see Gregory as well. MVK filled a need for Edgeworth at the lowest point in his life (and absolutely made him worse but that’s not the point). Edgeworth respected and loved Manfred’s ideals, STILL chases the idea of the man, and because of that still cares about him. He becomes aware of who the monster he loved is, and how has to reconcile with what it means to be that person’s reflection and legacy despite knowing— and feeling, and BEING— all the harm he caused.
Those contradictory feelings that I talked about earlier? Love and hatred all mixed together— questions that cannot be answered and actions taken without knowing why? That’s Edgeworth’s final gift from Manfred: he inherits the bullet and the legacy he carries forward. Unlike Manfred, though, Edgeworth takes that pain and shares it, lets other people in, scoffs at the veneer of perfection and allows himself to be hurt and vulnerable and it is only in that way that Edgeworth can break out of VK’s shadow and break the cycle. He holds onto the ideals that he learned from Manfred, separates them from the nastiness and acknowledges the place they came from. It’s obvious in the way that Edgeworth carries aspects of that legacy forward that he’s capable of disseminating everything that Manfred is, acknowledging the way he’s been influenced by him and what he still respects about the man despite it all, and make peace with the rest of it. The cycle of violence and corruption started with Manfred and Edgeworth makes sure that it ends with him too. 
I have a ton more to talk about with respect to his teaching methods and the nitty gritty of how he interacts with his kids but that’s for the Fran post. This is more of the “whys” than the “hows” but I’ll get there :)
Anyway, I think that’s it. I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing but my head is beyond empty rn and I can’t think of anything else I wanna talk about with respect to these two. I know I literally just spewed 3k words about into this textpost but I do love chatting about them (total shock I know) so if u also have thoughts or ideas abt anything related to them lmk :3
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ciggy-in-paradise · 6 months
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Tl;dr: Bill gets his period at Ted's house, and Ted takes care of him!
//Period talk, blood, mentions of dysphoria
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"Fuck."
Bill huffed under his breath and put a hand to his forehead. He was in Ted's bathroom-- pants down, ass out, and... a mess of blood in the middle of his boxers. He was had been in pain since last night when he came over, but he hadn't thought much about it. When he woke up, however, he knew exactly what was going on.
He was cramping majorly, and tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he stared down.
Fuck!
He sat there, hands on his knees as he looked at the mess in his pants. What the hell was he gonna do? He didn't bring extra underwear. Would Ted even let him borrow underwear?
Fuck. Ted.
He had to tell Ted. Shit. Fuck. This was most non-non-heinous. He felt so embarrassed and dysphoric and sick all at once.
He looked at the door, tears finally bubbling over. It was all so much. He cried quietly, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he covered it with his hands.
"T-Ted--" His hoarse voice came tumbling out of his throat, a sharp breath in cutting him off. He was so embarrassed to have to ask Ted for help, but he..certainly couldn't just keep these on.
Ted knocked on the door. "Hey dude! You okay?"
"Could you-- uh. Hm--"
Ted pressed his forehead to the door.
"Yeah?"
"Ted...dude... I started..."
"Started? Dude, I didn't know we were racing!! I'm way behind--"
"-NO, Ted.." Bill tried his best to hide a giggle over his boyfriend's idea.
"Oh. Well what's wrong?"
Bill sighed. "My...period, dude. Shark week."
"Oh!! Hold on, let me grab some stuff, dude."
With that, Ted stepped away. Bill sat quietly, trying to clean himself up and prepare for whatever Ted was bringing him.
There was a quiet knock at the door. "Here, dude!!" Slowly, Ted opened the door and pushed a pad and a pair of boxers through.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of the other stuff, dude. You go back and lay down!"
Bill took the items from his boyfriend and quickly fixed himself up. He hummed quietly and folded up the bloodied underwear, placing them in the tub before washing his hands. Drying them on his old shirt, he stepped out of the bathroom.
Quickly, lanky arms found their way around Bill's midsection and pulled him close. "My poor guy... so strong and brave..."
Bill giggled, burying his face into Ted's tshirt. It was an old one they'd gotten from a local band way back. His focus quickly left the shirt when he felt his boyfriend's lips on his face, however. He giggled and tried to push him away.
"Duuuuude, cut it ouuut--"
Ted continued, pressing soft, quick smooches to his boyfriend's face. Bill couldn't keep from giggling as he slowly made his way back to Ted's room.
He laid down, curling up and getting cozy under the blankets again. Ted was soon to follow, wrapping his lanky body around Bill's curled up form beneath the warm covers. "Hey dude, do you want any like, medicine? I think we have some--"
Bill just snuggled closer, humming quietly. "I just wanna go back to sleep, dude."
"Oh. Alright!" Ted pulled him closer and kissed his head as Bill buried his face in his neck.
It didn't take long for them to both fall back asleep, Ted's quiet snoring filling the small room once again.
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HIII!! Wrote this for a close friend who wasn't feeling too well!!
As always, shoutout to ☆ @dwaynesbbygrl ☆ for being on the taglist!! Let me know if you'd like to join! <3 ~🚬
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weepingredwillow · 5 months
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Those Rose Tinted glasses are sliding down faster than Angel on this poll!👀
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General Content Warning! This post will discuss topics from the Public Audio and the Bonus Audio!
(However, it doesn't contain anything Explicit. So it's safe to view in that regard.)
Something ain't right about all of this...
Porter just got back into Town. But before even meeting with William to announce his arrival back in Dahlia.. He head's straight to a Bar?!?!
Now according to the DUMP video. Vampires are allowed to hunt unempowered humans to feed on from time to time. As long as they compel the human to forget it ever happened.
This man was looking for more than a quick meal.
(If he even needed to feed at all?)
He was on the Prowl for a specific type of person. Someone who would fit his plans and be easy to Manipulate. Then he spots Treasure and he knows they are what he needs.
This Man wastes no time after the first sentence before he starts Gaslighting the shit out of the Listener!
("Your friends suck." "They don't care about you at all!" "Do you really want to drive them Home?" "Not even a Thank you?!?!")
Then he not only is constantly praising the Listener but also calls them an enduring nickname.. All while he lays it on thick with tha Horny talk. And playful banter about each other's physical facial features.
He gets them outside and he brings up that this is basically a one night stand. After Treasure agrees they start kissing. But it "appears" to trigger Porter's blood lust.. He mentions seemingly random thoughts out loud like?!
He asks if he can bite and just blows his covert when he "Explains" what he meant.
(This man completely leaves out that if he bites them he is also Marking them as his. 🤔 It doesn't apply to the Unempowered people they feed from as it's more of a warning sign to other Vamps that they have already fed someone and to wait until the Mark fades away after a while.)
Right before he asks to feed from them he says "Maybe I have really held off for far too long?"🧐 Like why would he say that loud enough for us to hear it?
He then explains about an entire magical world within theirs and him being a Vampire but says that he needs to feed and if they are uncomfortable he can take them back and make them forget everything. But he would go find someone else to fill his needs.
(My man really does have a type!! Wallflower, People Pleaser, easily Manipulated and Desperate for attention.)
Treasure agrees and he immediately goes in for the bite! Dude is viscous when feeding and even stops for a second to talk before biting Treasure again and then zipping off with them for a more private spot.
Bonus Audio Stuff below here! Last chance to skedaddle if it makes you uncomfortable. 💗
Now while Treasure is the one who asked about where they were. Porter supplies them with vague information and a bit of "Tragic Backstory™" He also mentions that the Clan found him in these woods.. (Adam Much?!?)
He then seems to give them a choice on how they want the night to go and they chose his Animalistic side instead of his Soft side.
He encourages them to physically hurt him while he hunts them a praises them when they do it. When he catches them and tackles them to the ground he tells them that it's to painful for Treasure to be laying on the ground and switches their positions with his Vampire speed because he likes the pain...
Not going into detail about the rest but he was very into Treasure causing bodily harm to him while they went at it. He told them how to hurt him and instructed them on how to do it harder.
He feeds twice more. The second time the intensity of all the blood and magic hits both of them hard. Treasure almost blacks out from the pleasure and from Porter drinking so much of their blood when they finished.
While still COMPLETELY NEKKID!! He zips them to William's Skyside house and mentions he not only has a key but he checked the place out before hand to make sure it was empty. While using magic again to start a fire in the fireplace.
(Insert Squinty Eyes Gif here! This man had this planned from the beginning. He knew how to make Treasure feel special and wanted.)
After a hot shower and some frisky Aftercare. He again not only displays his control of magic is incredible drying himself but also us off completely with magic he makes our clothes come back as well.
(This bitch has to have been a Freelancer before they were turned. His control of magic is impressive. He's pulling illusionary magic like Gavin and Elemental Control like Damien.. 🤔)
Then to top it all off. He seems remorseful when he informs them that he has to remove their memories (the supernatural parts of him) from them. He pauses before he does it and claims he has never done what he is going to do now. But it's all up to Treasure. He again sounds strange when he offers for them to "Forget it all or Remember him and be stuck with him." No middle ground offer but says it's Treasure's choice.
They agree to be stuck with him and not forget. And he sounds relieved? He says he is "Pleased to hear that" and offers to show them how pleased he is all over Williams house..
Final Thoughts?: Porter needed a human for his visit back to Dahlia. If he still has beef with Vincent than Porter would be flaunting his very Safe and Alive Human around him. He could use Treasure as a way to taunt Vincent and rub it in his face that he can still feed from his partner and do other things with them that Vincent and Lovely can't do anymore. He gives the Vibe of someone who might Gaslight and Manipulate the Listener about how they like hurting him or some shit and use that to manipulate them into doing what he wants.. 🧐
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What the ever loving FUCK did I just spend 3+ hours Hyper fixating on?!?!?
Jesus Christ... It's like a clinical Essay on Porter.. Y'all wtf is wrong with me?!?!?
I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST!! Bless anyone who took the time to actually read this. I love and appreciate you!!! 🫶
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rustboxstarr · 10 months
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ANGSTY blurb but happy ending.
Eddie x bsf!Reader
Cw: love confession 🥰, talk of porn haha, character death, weed, Eddie being rly fragile physically from the upside down.
When you deliver Wayne the news that Eddie passed, not telling him about the upside down you both clear out his room.
When you show up with heavy shoulders and tears prickling your eyes you find Wayne nursing a beer on the couch, multiple cans littering the coffee table. Wayne looks up at you with sad eyes and greets you.
For about an hour you sit and talk about Eddie, grazing the surface of how deeply his death hit you both finally you slap your knees and stand up taking a deep breath ready to tackle Eddies room.
“Alright kid” Wayne looks up at you, making no attempt to stand himself “this is what we’re gonna do, you’re gonna take that duffel bag, and you’re gonna go in first and take out all the weird shit you know he wouldn’t want me to see and then we’ll get started” Wayne manages a timid smile and a chuckle as you nod your head.
He can hear your broken sniffles and dampened sobs but smiles everytime he hears simple laughs at the stupid things you find.
Jesus Eddie how many pornos does a man need?? You think to yourself as you check under his bed to find two stacks, mostly featuring heavy metal.
You frown confused as you open his bedside table to find lube, tissues, some more magazines and.. pictures of you?? Pictures you knew he’d taken but never seen before.
Quite a few taken in particularly loose and small clothing, some you didn’t even realise he had taken with your back to him. Then it hit you no fuckin way was he like jerking off to these Jesus Christ. But as you continue to ponder over the photos the possibility of him maybe having a little crush on you crosses your mind. I mean you wouldn’t be jerking of to pictures of your best friend unless you liked them right? Normal porn would suffice otherwise wouldn’t it??
All this time you had been harbouring a bit so small crush on him and he felt the same way? You consider telling him, confronting him and maybe both admit your feelings untill you realise you can’t. Because he’s dead.
Occupying yourself with rooting through the rest of his stuff you distract yourself from thinking further on what could have been or the fact that Eddie wasn’t around anymore.
20 minutes later you walk out with the duffel bag filled with porn, weed, a ridiculous amount of bongs and some other things that were hidden from view that you thought might be embarrassing for Wayne to find.
Wayne tells you to take anything you want but obviously leave some for him so you end up walking with about half of Eddies room to your car, listening to a mixtape he’d labeled feeling the blues like some wimp, the name making you laugh but the music making you wallow in sadness as you drive home.
(Skipping ahead lolz sorry)
You had been told by Owens that Eddie had passed, everybody had mourned him, there was a funeral and everything, until suddenly almost two months after the whole endeavour a military van slowed outside of Steve’s house in the middle of the night to drop off a beaten, bruised, still slightly bleeding and limping Eddie.
Steve called you that night shouting at you to come over and by morning you were crying and laughing with a fragile Eddie in your arms.
It was 3 am and you were sprawled out on the couch, sat comfortably against the pillows while Eddies head rested in your lap, Steve asleep on the recliner next to the tv.
“So Munson” Eddie looked up at you as you whispered his name “you know me and Wayne went through your room” his eyes widened slightly as you spoke “don’t worry he didn’t see anything, he sent me in first” you chuckled as he relaxed “but dude! What normal human being needs that much spank bank material?!” You whisper shouted.
He chuckled embarrassed “hey you can’t say shit you have like so many sexy books on your self” you sneered at him “and under your bed” he grinned. “That’s normal, what isn’t however is the amount of pictures of your best friend hidden under dirty magazines” you raised your eyebrows.
Eddie sputtered “wha- I, I hadn’t- I didn’t get a chance to put them up” he explained “Mm sure” you couldn’t fight the smirk pulling at your lips “you’re such a wimp dude, should have just told me you liked me” you said proudly “what so I could embarrass myself and walk off with my tail between my legs?” “Hah! So you admit you’re the devil” you grin widely. Eddie only rolls his eyes “and no, if you would have just told me you would have gotten to hear it back you idiot”
“Yeah sure so funny” he rolled his eyes again turning to look away from you “omg you shithead I’m serious” you bring his attention back to you “also you’re like an actual moron, Robin screaming at how I had a crush on you while she was drunk wasn’t a tip off?”
“She was drunk! And hey you didn’t tell me, you’re a wimp too!” He whisper shouts “this is not about me” you turn away faking being nonchalant.
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bomberqueen17 · 7 months
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uhhhhmuhgawhhhh
ok this has been a long fucking month.
i am back in buffalo. i am in my house. i had to find my pillow, which had gotten misfiled. but i have had a slep, i have gotten catsnuggles, i have gotten *cough* we'll call them dudesnuggles. i have awoken. i have made my coffee the way i like it. i am on a couch on my computer and don't have to do anything for at least an hour.
now i can tell to you the Saga of All Of It.
so like ok August was a really rough month. It was just-- busy, and I had been tentatively on a three-weeks-on, one-week-off schedule at the farm, and had thus managed to visit Buffalo like, well once this summer but you know. Anyway the last time I was home I'd spent the entire time helping Dude's mom clear out his aunt's house, so it hadn't exactly been relaxing or let me do any of my own projects, but it had been something. But I got back to the farm and it was go-go-go-go, and then BIL and Farmsister and Farmkid and my mom went on vacation together for a week so I had to watch the house and fill in some farm duties especially dealing with the farmer's market and such, and then they got back and it was a frantic game of catch-up, and then the Livestock Manager got married so he had a week off before and a week after, prearranged but the amount of work was still the same. And it meant that BIL especially was very overworked and was horribly cranky about it and, I'm not gonna tiptoe around it, was real fuckin mean to specifically me for a bunch of it, so that sucked out loud. And in the midst of all of this there were a couple of events where everybody else was invited to a thing and I had to stay home and cover for the absences. And it all kinda piled up and like, I'm a grown ass woman and can handle not being invited to things but it was a lot of things. And I tried, in the middle there, to celebrate my birthday a little bit? but there wasn't a ton of time, I found out Friday afternoon that I'd be able to have Saturday off, so I did scrape together an expedition for myself to a nearby art museum at least but that was the sum total of it, a flying visit from a friend for which I had like four free hours and then had to return to work, and dude visited for the weekend and I got to spend a couple hours looking at art. That was it.
So I was really tired and really done, and this final week BIL was just like outright shitty to me, yelling at me about things that either 1) went against a policy he'd made up earlier, like using a particular method of cleaning on a particular floor drain which he had specifically told me not to do, clearly changed his mind about, and then was furious i hadn't done, but see I wasn't notified of the mind change there so I didn't know? anyway, or 2) were things that I'm not in charge of and I just happened to be the person closest to him when he noticed that something hadn't been done the way he thought it should have specifically been done today even though there would have been reasons at other times to not do it like that, and in fact in this case later it became useful that it had been done as it was, and-- just anyway. It was stuff normally I'd not be so upset about but at the culmination of this extremely thankless-grinding month I was just distraught.
So I got my work done early enough to leave at midday on Friday. And I did, after lunch I did a tiny bit more work but left the farm before 2pm, absolutely giddy at the thought of getting home to Buffalo in time for dinner.
And traffic was annoyingly heavy on 787, but all was fine and doable and not a problem until some jackass decided to cut into the entrance ramp for the 90 at the last possible second and some even bigger jackass decided that the only way to react to this was by theatrically overreacting by coming to a complete fucking stop and so
well i hit the person in front of me, and the person behind me hit me, and the person behind her hit her, and we all pulled off on the side of the road and had to wait for the cops. My hood was crunched shut, and my exhaust system, already having become noisy from part of a pipe rusting through, snapped clean in half.
But nothing was leaking. And nobody was hurt. The lady in the car behind gave me her number and left, because she had dogs in the car who were likely to overheat in the 90F high humidity, and also recently a woman had been killed on the side of this very road in this very situation and she was too afraid to wait. But the ladies in the car ahead were nice and offered me a drink from their cooler and just seemed tired but not mad, and had already called the cops which was great because I had forgotten how to operate my phone in all the kerfuffle.
So we waited for a state trooper to show up-- and notably, he was actually really nice, very reassuring, understanding of how I was also on the phone with my insurance company (also very nice, and I had to have her on the car speaker because the traffic noise was so much i couldn't hear my phone microphone at all, and I was so distracted I kept being like "you want me to what" and then not hearing the answer-- telling her my license plate number was like the most difficult thing for some reason), and he got us to move our cars to a different off-ramp where there was less traffic, and we filled out all the paperwork and stuff and he gave me directions for how to get back to the westbound interstate. He called the lady from the car behind me, for me, and the two of them explained to me that since there was negligible damage I didn't actually have to report that accident if I didn't want to, and so I was like okay fine let's not even bother, since it has to be a whole separate accident report and none of the damage to my car is from that accident. (Not visibly anyway, though I expect it's probably why the exhaust system did what it did-- still though, not likely to be relevant. Even though surely the accident I did report is going to be determined to be my fault, but this second one wouldn't be-- it wouldn't help anything.)
I took off and immediately realized I wasn't going to be able to drive the car as it was, and helpfully a man pulled up next to me at that light and said "your exhaust system is definitely dragging, do you know about it?" and I said wearily "I was just in an accident so thank you for helping me identify what the problem actually is", and went past the on-ramp into the parking lot of a fire hall right there that happened to also be a pokemon gym in my color. I sat for a moment, put a defender in the gym (thanks, random team instinct person, for having taken that gym half an hour previous, that cheered me up a bunch), and then got out of my car, found a work glove I knew I'd thrown in there, crawled under the car a bit, and tucked the muffler pipe up to sit on top of the catalytic converter so it wouldn't drag on the ground. (I don't know that the glove was necessary but I do know exhaust systems get real fuckin hot so i do recommend gloves if handling any of those parts on a car that's been running lately.)
It worked, it held, and I was like well. Car runs. Hood's all cattywumpus but it's definitely not going to fly open because it's literally crimped shut. Already had some front-end damage on this thing from an accident we mutually decided not to report a couple years back-- very minor but the plastic is cracked and the foglight mount damaged. Well now it's proper fucked, so that's fine. I was going to have to find a mechanic to repair the muffler assemblage anyway, it was already loud as fuck, so now it's just done with the polite fiction of being an exhaust system.
So I walked around the car, open and shut all the doors to make sure they still did, and then got in and got onto the Thruway. Fuck this shit, I was not going to drive back to the farm and then have to rely on a bunch of people of whom I'm slightly tired and who are clearly also slightly tired of me to have to ferry my ass around, and miss my extremely extremely necessary week off of work (because you know if I'm there I'm going to fucking do work on the farm, that's how it works, I have no boundaries).
All I wanted was to see a person (and cat) who actually enjoy my company and want to see me.
So I put in earplugs because the noise was not great, and drove 300 miles, and arrived just before dark, and pulled into the driveway and Chita was so surprised to see me that she came right out to me even though i was still sitting in my car. She doesn't like cars, hates them when they're moving and really doesn't like being in them, but she does like to sit under them when they're off.
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So I'm home, and I have already done all the awkward phone calls, and I was expecting I'd need to call the garage my insurance company has set up to do the assessing (that's how my insurance company does it) but the text of it says they'll call me. i still might call them midmorning today to see if they're open. IDK I don't even care what happens now, I'm home and I've had my own coffee and my cat missed me and my dude missed me and i'll just figure the rest out later.
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soothinglee · 2 years
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hello, could I request platonic c!dt or c!benchtrio hcs with a pvper reader, but the reader is short and physically weak so instead of relying on swords or other normal stuff they specialize and rely on poison?
❝ YOU'RE WEAK, HOW CAN I HELP? ❞
warnings: just fighting, some curse words.
genre:: fluff (hcs)
summary:: hcs of the benchtrio (+ philza and techno) helping you make poison for fighting
a/n:: DUDE I AM SO SORRY LMAO, accidentally read the ask wrong, i thought it said "c!sbi". I don't know how, it's been a long day. so you get two extra characters! thank you for requesting!
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PHILZA;
philza would spend hours in his brewing room trying to find things to accommodate you when fighting.
he thought of everything.
how fast could you pull it out, how quick could you throw it at your enemy while dodging their attacks?
he used ghast tears, blaze rods, glow stone, gunpowder, basically anything he could get his hands on.
he would always make sure you hand extra on hand incase an enemy were getting immune to the formula. (ahem, dream)
he knows that people would target you for your weak nature and the ability to NOT pick up a sword. the only one you could use was a small wooden toy sword meant for toddlers.
if I ever see someone stroll in with a fake sword looking like Luz Noceda from Owl house I'd would laugh in your face, no offense.
most likely then not he'll give you fighting lessons, he's the type to sit you down like its a school lecture and teach you the 'old school style'.
meaning from a 1,000 year old book he picked up on the other side of the world.
if you had to battle with someone twice your size he'd most likely be hiding in the trees somewhere, waiting for you to give him the hint that you're losing the battle.
if you're too stubborn to call it quits, and he can tell that you're losing severely, he'll swoop in without a second thought and finish the fight for you.
overall he has a very caring personality and would do anything to make sure you can protect yourself.
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TECHNOBLADE;
believe me when I say you'll be carrying potions that will make you weigh 10 times more then you do now.
like I'm talking about your pockets, sleeves, socks, shoes, and your hair will be filled with them in secret compartments.
he always make sure you have atleast 5 totem of undyings in your inventory.
you always ask where he gets them from and he'll just look at you, blink and slowly back out the room.
you'd ask phil and he'll just shake his head and say "it's best you didn't know."
...
anyway, he'll find a way to make a netherite sword light for you because he will NOT let you walk around with a wooden sword.
makes sures everything you own is maxed out in enchantments.
potion wise he put EVERYTHING he could find into one potion. just drinking it alone without any armor would most likely make you the strongest person in the server.
he knows you can take your opponents but would still give you a 30 day bootcamp on fighting.
you'll be wishing you never took up pvp in the first place.
this man is relentless.
like I'm talking your arms, legs and back would be black and blue from the constant fighting.
sure it'll help in the long run but you got both mentally and psychically exhausted that you just passed out. (fic coming based off this soon?)
he'd give you a break but all this payed off in the long run because you were able to master a lot of thing you couldn't have ever done before.
like phil, he'd mostly be in your ear, watching from afar, telling when to strike and how.
you know ratatuoe (I'm not even going to begin on spelling ts right) where the rat is in the guys ear helping him cook?
that's you and techno except he's not pulling your hair controlling you..
yeah okay anyway, he'd make you the most feared person despite your size, you were walking proof that even if you're small you can do anything you put your mind to.
and hey, dream and his goons are kinda-somewhat, scared of you now.
so good for you :)
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TOMMY;
to be honest for him I'm not really sure what he'd do.
like, do i want to go for the sweet, caring friend road or the gremlin, "who cares" mentality, evil road?
for the sake of this I'll do the first.
OKAY, he doesn't really know anything about potions (or poison pick your word they're the same) except for the stuff he made in wilburs van those days ago.
do the research needed to figure out what potions did what and how long they lasted for.
knowing him he most likely mixed a invisibility and a strength potion together and blew up Philzas' lab area, later blaming it on Techno.
though he couldn't fight himself he would do his best to teach you from the things he saw during war times, mixing in what techno taught him those years ago.
and although he is kinda rusty, his tactics worked well and you incorporated it with the stuff you already knew.
he was very taken aback by how badass you were.
he never knew someone so tiny and couldn't even open a pickle jar could fight a grown ass, 6'1 man with just leather armor.
would use you as a lab rat for his work-in-progress potions.
he'd hand you the most revolting thing.
I'm talking about mold, green goup, spiders eye, bamboo ass shit in a tiny glass bottle.
thank god for your immunity to poison because that looked radioactive.
"so? how does it taste?" he asks, lifting up the protective googles that started fogging up from the humidity in the room.
you swallowed the rest of it, placing the now empty bottle on the table. watching as he watched you expectantly. you swished the slug in your mouth and held your breath. the taste was something indescribable.
as you went to talk a hiccup came out instead, it came out green. you smiled at him, waving your hand in-front of your face. "well, I don't feel like dying-" another hiccup cuts you off, this time along with the sudden impulse to smash a book on the table.
you reached for the book and tommy watches you in awe, nothing about your psychical form changed but as the book collided with the ground and everything broke into pieces, tommy knew he had accidently created a ultra potion of strength.
it only took 7 minutes to wear off but in those minutes everything around you were either across the room or demolished.
he is very helpful but at the same time very risky. so if you ever choose him to help -or he chooses you- just take the safety percussions necessary.
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RANBOO;
you really think that he is going to even touch a potion?
this man is afraid of EVERYTHING
would watch from behind you as you cooked something up.
if you even asked if he wanted to help he'd give you the most deadpanneded look and straight out tell you no.
he wouldn’t help you make them but he sure as hell would get you the supplies you needed when you ran out.
he knows that they are vital for your fighting because of your small stature so he makes sure nothing is missing and no one is bothering you while your working.
though he can’t provide much, he is great at finding ender pearls which he gives to you.
he doesn’t know what it could be used for but he thinks it’s a nice little gift.
ranboo being half ender man means that he hoards a lot of stuff so whenever you need you’ll go to his little house and take whatever you need.
9 times out of 10 there would be some really messed up stuff that he said he just “found lying around” but we all know that that’s probably not true.
he looks up to you (even though he should be looking down) because of how confident you are despite your size and weakness
He likes that you use it to your advantage and asks you to help him get the confidence that he needs.
if you ever need help during a fight just whistle- which is a signal that you need help- and ranboo will teleport to you and swoop you up.
he is very helpful despite being afraid of a lot of things.
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TUBBO;
the both of you are pretty short so he can understand why you use poison to knock your opponents down.
is all for it to be honest, tells you to rest while he tries some things out.
like tommy he will put the most horrendous shit in it but will cover the smell up with berries and purple dye.
he tries to stay away from fighting, having a bad past with it and all but he will definitely sit on the sidelines and watch as you try and practice.
assures you that he will always stick by your side, in battle and out.
though he doesn't have any practice in pvp except for the wars he doesn't really have any tips and tricks. but is happy to help you come up with new strategies.
is very adamant about you not overworking yourself, will make you carry around extra potions of strength to make you heal faster.
you have this little book filled with recipes of different poisons you created over time and some times tubbo finds himself marveling over the things you've created.
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𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮
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Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.
Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open
A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3
➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.
You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.
What the hell is taking him so long?
His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.
"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.
"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"
"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.
And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.
"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"
"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.
The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.
Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.
You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.
Eddie likes Chrissy..
You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.
But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.
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You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.
You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.
"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.
"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.
"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.
"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"
"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.
"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"
"Must you?"
"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"
You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.
You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"
At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.
Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.
"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."
"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.
You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.
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New Student
Synopsis: One where YN bumps into a handsome dude at the party to only know how popular he is later
More of my work | Part Two is up
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"Belle, you're coming with me or I'm going to this party myself!" YN told her roommate, who's also become her friend as she unpacked her stuff. She moved her flat with her friend.
"Why do you want to go to this party so bad? Let's stay in," Isabelle said.
"I haven't made any friends here and we don't even have any classes together, hell we aren't even in the same course!" YN whined plopping on her unmade bed face down.
"You're so dramatic," Isabelle laughed.
"You're so not a good friend. Please?"
"Fine we're going to the party, but I have a few errands to run I'll meet you there, send me the location." Isabelle grabbed her phone.
"Okay," YN nodded.
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Everything was louder than YN thought it would be, it was nothing like frat parties she's seen on TV or in movies. It was her first time to a place like this, but it was the best way to make friends she thought.
As soon as she entered the house, her eardrums were brought to edge of bursting, further down the hall was filled with people. A table was surrounded in the corner with screaming and cheering people, other corners were filled with couples making out, or getting to do something which should be usually something private, some heading upstairs for privacy. The backyard seemed pretty chilled so she made her way through sweaty, drunk frats out. There she found two girls from her Accounting class.
Something of nervousness washed over her to even go and talk to them, she have only spoke to them a couple of times in class that was related to studies. YN decided to chicken out and turned out to leave and call Isabelle but she bumped into someone.
"I'm, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry," she stuttered and tried to leave but that person grabbed a hold of her wrist.
"Hey you alright?" His was deep and was carried with a thick accent, his words were laced with nothing but concern.
"Yeah, yeah I am, I am." YN nodded, scared of everything worse to happen to her, her only friend wasn't there too.
"You're all flustered and sweaty, come with me." He pointed out and dragged her to aside where there were barely any people which allowed fresh air to cool her down. She hadn't even realise jer face was all sweaty and her cheeks were damp with her tears. "Is something wrong?"
"No, no, I'm fine." She looked down all nervous, "Just, just that I'm not, I'm not fond of crowds. I, I, I just want to go."
"Hey, relax okay?" He handed her his solo cup.
"No, I, I don't drink."
"It's just water," he assured her but she has ready way too many articles and seen way too many documentaries where girls are offered drinks with some or many sorts of drugs and sold off.
"No, I, I don't want it." YN freed her hand from his grip and finally looked up at him, she thought her neck would have a sprain as to how tall he really stood in front of her. Think locks of long brown curls were free around his shoulders, the frown in between his brows made his green eyes look a ten times more intimidating. Her heart started palpitating in her chest making it even harder for her to breath.
"Look you're clearly about to have a full blown episode of panic attack," he set his cup down on the grass, "it's okay, it's okay."
"Eve — everything is, is closing on me, I can't, I can't breathe," she managed to sob out in between her gasps.
"Look at me," he grabbed her hand, "I want you point out everything you around yourself, okay, can y'do that for me?"
She looked at him again, he was now stood at a distance from her, "I, I see tree, there, there are people around me, no, no there are people around me!"
"Hey, hey focus on things around you mot people okay?" He assured her. "A tree, what else? C'mon love, I know you can do it."
"I, I see the house, fairy, fairy lights on, on the bushes," her breathing slowly started to steady out.
"You good now, love?" He asked.
"Yeah, yeah," she stuttered, "don't, don't call me that."
"I'm Harry by the way," he introduced himself, "you're alone here?"
"No, no I'm here with my friend," YN said, which wasn't a lie but her friend wasn't there yet, and it was better to say she is not alone than to be taken advantage of.
"Okay, call them up to come and get you." He stood next to her with his arms folded over his chest. She just glanced at him as she pulled out her phone from her dress pocket and called her friends number with stuttering hands.
Harry just couldn't help but notice how pretty she is. He haven't gotten her name yet, but that's okay. He tried to remember where he have seen her mean while he couldn't over her eyes, yes she was crying, but she's got the prettiest eyes even with mascara marks cascading down her full of her cheeks. A pair of big glasses with a dainty frame perched up on the bridge of her nose. A baby pink summer dress with embroidered strawberries covered her small (well, in compare to him) frame, spaghetti straps of her dress did not help covering up her black bra straps.
Now, now Harry try and keep your mind out of the gutter!
She had her hair gathered up into a braid in the back with few pieces of her hair falling on her face. It's still a bit warm.
"No, no please come and get me here," she cried on the phone to her friend which caught his attention, "no, nothing happened. please?" She waited for a beat, "okay, okay." And which that she hung up.
"Is your friend coming to get you?" He asked.
"Yes," she nodded stealing a few glances at him. "I, I need to go."
Before he can say anything further she fled the place.
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"Hey it's okay," Isabelle tried to console her friend who was sobbing in her pillow. "I didn't know you would panic like that."
"I know," she just sobbed, "this is why I can't make friends."
"Hey, come on, you have me." Belle said, "now stop crying, I was going to get pizza. You wanna join?"
"I'm not hungry," her voice was muffled by her pillow.
"Come on, love you haven't had your dinner yet. Let's go get something to eat, it's on me." She tried to convince her, "wherever you want to go, we can go to subway. You wanted to try right?"
"I can't order." YN sniffled turning onto her back.
"I can order for you, now come on, wash your face and come out I need to get my things."
"Okay," YN nodded and got out of her bed, washed up her face and took off her makeup which was left after her crying session. Isabelle took her to a pizza place and ordered for her like she said.
"By the way, who was that guy?" She asked.
"I don't know," YN shrugged taking a sip of her coke.
"You didn't even looked at him?" Her friend gasped.
"I was trying to breathe," YN defended herself.
"Mhmm, I'm sure he took your breath away. Was he that beautiful?" Isabelle said but YN just shook her head, "dude you gay something?"
YN giggled, "what? No, I did not look at him but he said his name is Harry."
"Harry?"
"Yeah, what's there to be so shocked about?" YN picked up her first pizza slice.
"Lemme ask the follow up questions." Isabelle gulped down her pizza, "was he tall?"
"I'm short so everyone is tall for me, so yeah."
"Did he hand long hair?"
"I'm pretty sure, yeah," YN nodded.
"Bitch you bumped into Harry Styles, and helped you through your panic attack? Amd offered you water?" YN knew her friend is dramatic, but she didn't know she was that dramatic. "Oh my god, I would have happily accepted poison from him."
"That's not right Belle!" YN smacked her arm, "what's with him?"
"He is our senior, most popular one on the campus." Isabelle said, "I cliche playboy, but he's so fucking genius, he is in your course but two years ahead of you."
"That's nice, he will get out of the campus this year." YN sighed of relief.
"What? That's rude to say, and he plays soccer, or I should say Football, he's from Manchester close by to where your dad lives."
"My dad lives in London." YN corrected her. "You know that,you lived next door to him."
"Yeah it's like five hour drive from there, but hear me out, he does not go around talking to anyone unless he wants to sleep with them." Isabelle ended her rant.
"But I bumped into him," YN said, "he did mot approach me, but he did pulled me to a side and helped me whilst I was having a panic attack, as you label it."
"Oh my god, he's got a crush on you. Definitely!" Isabelle gasped in her own concluded assumption, "if didn't had boyfriend, I would be so jealous of you."
YN scoffed, "I don't want that, I'm just here to study."
"Right," Isabelle rolled her eyes.
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It was Monday morning, YN was waiting for her accounting professor to dismiss the class as she was getting late for work. She worked on campus at the college canteen and to be fair her boss was a bitch. She always sat closest to the door so she can flee the place as fast as she could. Amd that's what she did. Speed walking she bumped into someone again, dropped her book and pencil pouch.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she bent down to pick up her stuff.
"You always keep bumping into people?" She heard very familiar voice which caught her attention making her look up at him.
"No," she shook her head and started walking down the hallway towards canteen.
"Then I'm just going to assume you don't look where you're going." He said earning a panicked death glare from her. "Just want you to be safe, love."
"Don't call me that, and, and leave me alone." She speed walked away from him. Her shift was just three hours a day, which went by very fast. Just when she was about to go to the back and head for her last class she was approached by another customer which was Isabelle.
"Hiya love," she said, "I need a coffee so bad!"
"One coffee coming right up," YN smiled, got her friend her coffee and her friend cookie. "It's on me."
"No lemme pay," Isabelle fished out her card.
"You got me pizza last night," YN stopped her.
"Okay, you done for the day?" She asked.
"Yeah, I've got another lecture to attend then I'm done." YN said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you in the library, I have to get this report done by midnight."
"Yeah," YN nodded and watched her friend just to be approached by another customer. It was that Harry guy.
"Hi, what can I get for you?" She asked. Usually she would introduce herself and make a sma talk but she did mot wanted to talk to him.
"Hiya, darling," he smiled. "I'll get a plain black coffee please," he said.
"Anything else?"
"The cookie you gave your friend." He shrugged and handed his card to her.
"Okay," she nodded and made his order real quick, she watched him put a five dollar bill in the tip jar before leaving.
After her last class, YN went to library to see her friend.
"I will take an hour more to complete this YN, but you can go back if you want." Isabelle said.
"No, I, I need to use one of the computer here too, I'll be done by the time you are." YN assured her friend.
She sat down at one of the library computer and did her work for one of her assignment and submitted it, printed one out to submit it the next day. It all took her not more than half and hour and her friend was still not done so she waited.
"Why don't you ask your dad to get you a computer?" Isabelle asked, "he pays for your tuition anyway."
"He does not, I got scholarship." YN corrected her, "he just paid for three months of my rent."
"Again, he should at least get you laptop. It wouldn't cost him much of what he spends on your half siblings." She rolled her eyes.
"I, I did ask him, he said he will send me some money to buy one." YN shrugged, "I don't like to bother him much."
"Come on, I've lived next door to your dad my whole life, his kids are little monsters. Like real demons, have you seen your fifteen year old half sister? She doesn't go out without anything Gucci?"
"It's okay with me," YN said, "they bother him doesn't mean I should too, you know?"
"Uh-huh, I do," Isabelle shook her head.
"I can get my work done just fine with the library computer." YN shrugged making an excuse, knowing very well that those computers are like four year old and need an upgrade real bad. And she is saving up to get one herself, it's nust that most her salary is eaten up by rent and food costs. "You want pasta for dinner?"
"If you're making, then I'm never going to turn down your desi version of pasta." Isabelle agreed.
YN laughed, "okay then I'll make my desi version of pasta."
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"Hello love," Harry greeted his unnamed friend who was coming out of her class all happy and bubbly looking in her phone. Her happiness quickly washed away looking up at him. "Good morning to you too," he smiled looking at her now grumpy face.
It's been about a month, Harry have figured she have her third lecture the same time as his. She would be the first, or at least few of the firsts to leave the lecture hall. He finds her very intriguing as she tried her best to avoid him. Today he headed to his next class.
"So, where are you with that girl?" Kacy asked.
"Which girl?" Harry said, eating his lunch.
"That girl you talk to every other day on the after your third lecture." Kacy helped his point out what she was actually talking about.
"Yeah, is she hard to get or something? You've never tried to talk anyone up like that," Niall said, stole from his girlfriend's lunch.
"Why would talk about her like that?" Harry shot him a deadpan look.
"Oh come on, she hardly talks to anyone, she's no one, she isn't even that great with studies." Beatrice said who was sat next to Harry. "She's in my accounting class, she never talks to anyone."
"She is very pretty I'm not going to lie," Kacy commented, Harry was trying hard not let his smile reach up to his face thinking right about what his friend said.
"Why don't you go talk to her then? Maybe she's gay too and would want to go out with someone like you?" Beatrice rolled her eyes.
"That's rude, Trice," Louis deadpanned, "you're talking about my sister here."
"Whatever," she rolled her wyes again.
"I'm done," Harry grabbed his things and stood up to leave. Beatrice found the opportunity and followed after him leaving her half eaten lunch on the table there. He wasn't feeling to attend his last lecture which wasn't that important either so he decided to head back to his flat.
"But, Belle, I was thinking to go today, I needed it to complete my assignment it's due midnight." He heard soft voice from the corner of the exit, "okay, I'll go to the library then, you take care of him, and call me if you, you need anything. No it's okay, it's okay we can go tomorrow yeah."
"Careful," Harry said when she almost bumped into him, yet again on her way to library like she said. His heart melted seeing her teary eyes, "you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah," she nodded and tried to leave from the other side but he stopped her. "I have to go, can, can you please move?"
"Harry, wait!"
Harry sighed hearing his friend, "you're going to library right? Come with me then." He grabbed her hand lacing his fingers through hers and started walking out, on way to the longer route to library.
"I, I want to go to the library." She said, trying to free her hand from his gentle grip.
"We're going to library." He said and kept walking.
YN was quite surprised to learn another route to library but it was from back and all the computers were up front. Library was quite crowded today.
"You want to sit here?" Harry asked.
"No, I, I want to use computer." She answered, "I, I'll go there."
"You don't computer?" He asked, confused how she doesn't have her own computer. She just nodded in no. "Come on, have a seat you can use mine." He dropped her hand pulled out a chair for her.
"No, it's fine, thank you." She shook her head taking advantage of his hand not having a hold of her she stepped back.
"Those computers are like century old, this will be faster," he tried to convince her. He was right, that computer takes about a minute and half to load every little action and she needed to make a twenty five slide presentation in detail because she doesn't have to present it in class as it was a last minute thing assigned by her professor. Even Isabelle would have offered her, her laptop.
"Okay, thank you," she nodded and took up on his offer. Harry pulled out his MacBook and sat next to her.
"What you want to do?" He asked.
"I, I want to make a presentation." She shared, "I, I don't know how to use this." She have never used MacBook and the computers on campus run on windows.
"It's the same as the other computers." Harry said. "I'll help you if you need any."
"Oh, okay." She nodded again. She realised it was name thing it just looked a bit different with dark mode turned on. Harry watched as she pulled out her book with her entire assignment planned out, slide by slide, all she needed to do was type it out.
"I never got to ask your name by the way," Harry spoke his voice hushed, his elbow rested on the desk with his chin planted on the heel of his palm.
"YN," she said.
Finally, he's got a name to put to those pretty eyes of her.
"Why have you been avoiding me YN?" He asked, tried to keep up a conversation because he's got nothing to do, but all he got was just a simple shrug of her shoulders from YN. Harry sat there in silence and watched her complete her assignment, he didn't know what else to say.
His friends are right when they say he's bad at this stuff. Harry found relationships pretty distracting, all it was that he didn't know how to go through with stuff and be with someone. So he just always stuck to participating in hookup cultures where his friends were all in long term relationships. He'd hate to admit it but he really left out.
Through his two years of flirting and sleeping around with people, he's quite polished his flirting skill, but he didn't wanted to flirt with her. He doubts she would even know what flirting is, but never judge a book by it's cover, right? He would somehow try and figure out how to go ask someone on a proper date, or even try to take up many of offers from people who ask him out but with his playboy persona (who he have no one to blame but himself) it was a bit difficult. Not a bit, but really difficult.
"You're in first year right?" He asked, finally being proud of himself for thinking of something to talk about.
"Mhmm," she glanced at him once before she got to her work. "Thank you for helping me the other day."
"Mhmm," he nodded, happy that she's finally talking.
"Thank you for letting me use your laptop," she said after a beat.
"Have you got a list of thank yous?" He chuckled softly, she looked at him again and shook her head. "Aren't you friends with Beatrice?"
"I haven't got any friends yet." YN shrugged, "I just know Isabelle, that too because she lived next door to by dad before her and I moved here."
"Mhmm, I see," he sighed, "if you need any help you can ask me, yeah?"
"Thank you." She smiled, "I'm done with my assignment, can you please email it to me?"
"Sure," he emailed the file to him. "You should have submitted it as well."
"I will do that when I get back home with my phone." She said, "thank you again, you let me use your laptop even though you don't know me."
"Now I do." He smiled, his dimples denting deep in his cheeks. She just smiled and looked back her her notes tucking her loose hair behind her ear and packed her things back in her bag. He walked offered her out to the campus gate.
"Thank you again for letting me use your laptop," YN said, trying to keep up with his fast pace of walking, "I, I was going to get one today but my friend, she, she got to go see her boyfriend last minute as he got into accident."
"Really? Is he fine now?"
"I don't know," she shrugged clutching onto her tote tightly, "I really needed to complete that project today itself, thank you so much."
"You're so welcome, love, now stop thanking me." He chuckled.
"Yeah, okay," she nodded and looked down, "I, I should go now."
"Yeah, see ya around." He said. YN headed to the same direction he was going towards which caught him off guard, "you following me?" She paused and looked at him, a little scared and taken back.
"No, my flat is this way," she defended himself.
"I'm just playing," he chuckled, "want to walk together?" She just nodded.
Harry noticed she was out of breath, clutching onto her bag like her life depends on it trying to keep up with him so he slowed down his pace.
"I really like your bag by the way, where did you get it from?"
"My Dadi, I mean my grandma crocheted it for me." She shared, happily and proud. It was just a simple being tote bag with her initial on it, a teddy bear charm hung on one of the handles.
"I want one too, if she can make it for me." He requested, and watched her smile fade away in instance, "I'm sorry if that was too forward of me."
"No, no it's okay, you don't know." She shook her head, "she passed. Not to long ago."
"I'm sorry," he left bad.
"But she would have made one for you too," she assured him sniffling onto her tears which were coward enough to not leave her eyes this time.
"Yeah?" He smiled, "tell me about her."
Harry wouldn't lie he really enjoyed hearing her talk—or rant one can say—about how amazing her grandma was. He couldn't help but notice her flinch on every small noise distrubance on the street, especially fast cars and motorcycles passing by on the road. He subtly moved closer to the side closest to the street, she looked anxious of every little thing around her and that made his heart hurt. She stopped by building.
"Thank you walking me home," she said.
"You live here?" He asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"I live here too," he couldn't believe it, "I never saw you leaving or coming back."
"Isabelle and I moved here not even a month and half ago." YN shared. "Maybe that's why you didn't see us around."
"Mhmm I see, you live on the fourth floor?" He pushed the lift button.
"How do you know?" She seemed genuinely confused and shocked.
"Just a wild lil' guess," he shrugged, trying to hold back his laugh seeing her amusement, he stepped on the entrance of the lift so it won't shut and waited for YN to get in, he followed her right after. Watched her press number four he just stood there seeing her realise how his wild lil' guess was so accurate, she just chose to not acknowledge it.
"You want to go get coffee sometime?" He asked, finally, though it took everything in him to gather every mili gram of courage. She glanced up at him, a tiny bit confused.
"I don't drink coffee," she shook her head and looked ahead, watching the number on the digital screen go from two to three. "But thank you for offering."
He chuckled, "my pleasure," is all he could say.
He'd never found a rejection that adorable though.
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It's been a good couple of weeks, or even a little couple of weeks. YN was seeing herself improve in her weak subjects really, her assignments were being submitted on time, she did not had to waste twice of time now on library computers. Like Isabelle had promised, she had gone to get a laptop with YN.
As for Harry, Isabelle have been on YN's nerves as she saw him walk her home the other day, asking all sorts of questions. She was enjoying it because she's got a personal beef with Beatrice who is trying her best to get with Harry from day one.
Isabelle was hanging out with YN in her balcony as both of them had their study session together, whilst her best friend gossiped about her family drama and she just listened. It was a secret that balcony next to hers was Harry's to her friend, well it was until Isabelle gasped her soul out, started slapping her friends knee.
"What?" YN whined looking up from her notes.
"Hello Harry," Isabelle smiled.
"Hello Isabelle," Harry smiled back, he rested his coffee mug on the small table on his balcony, he walked over to the closest side to YN's to lean over the railing. "Hello love." He greeted YN.
"Hi," YN looked at him over her shoulder. Just as Harry was about to start a conversation his phone started ringing in his room so he had to excuse himself.
"'Ello love," Isabelle teased, "he likes you, doesn't he? Have he asked you out yet? Have you two made out yet?"
"Oh my god, calm down Belle!" YN exclaimed, "no, no, that's not happening."
"Why? He's good looking, isn't like we thought he is, in fact he's very sweet and humble, you know how many girls would die to date him?" Isabelle laid out all the reason, "he walks home with you everyday, lives next door, if I were you I'd shoot my shot."
"No, no, I can't do that." YN shook her head and picked up her pen she just dropped.
"What's wrong with that?" Her friend pushed, "it's okay to date, you said he asked if you wanted to get coffee with him and you said you don't drink coffee? Yeah, he was asking you out."
"He was just being nice," YN sighed in denial and continued her work. "It's looked down upon where I'm from if a girl is going out with a guy, and he's white. My aunty would bury me alive."
"Babe, she kicked you out, you grandma was trying to marry you to your cousin, that's not normal." Isabelle said.
"I know, but I don't find it is right."
"You're gonna die single." Her friend rolled her eyes.
"I won't, I'll marry someone my dad chooses."
"It's not 1850s, arrange marriages isn't a thing anymore," Isabelle exclaimed, "you cannot marry a guy blindly your dad chooses for you!"
"Not blindly," YN shrugged confusedly.
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Winter was coming closer, which meant Christmas holiday was coming closer and she was so excited to spend that time back home with her dad. She was getting her work as fast as she could so she could leave the day her vacation starts.
Now she was just four when her dad had taken her back to India so she can live with her grandma and uncles as her step mother met every stereotypes of a step mother and did not wanted her there. It's not like her dad did not love her, he called her everyday and talked to her for however long she wanted, but that however long became an hour a day, and that hour a day became every other day, that every other day became once a week and that once a week become once a month to once every other month.
Her aunties were abusive of her, she never got to go to nice schools like all her cousins did, she never got to wear nice clothes like other kids even though her dad never wanted her to feel that way, he sent her many, many presents but her cousins were to hog all of that, when she started highschool her dad sent her two phones which was also hogged by her cousins. She never got to go out and play with the kids in her neighbourhood her aunties made her help them in house. All she did was tried her best to study without anyone's help and spend her time with her grandma who was the only person nice to her.
Yeah, it was sap story, she knows that. That's why she doesn't like to talk about it, especially when her dad had got her out of that house, now she's going to college in one of the most prestigious university.
Though her dad never believed her and thought she was lying just for him to take her back to London with him when she'd cry over phone to him, it was never too late to realise she wasn't.
Today she was alone at home, getting last of assignment sorted and looking for cheapest flights to London when she got a call from her dad she was waiting for.
"Hello, Baba?" She answered, and talked to him for long time. Her step mother never let him talk to her so he was calling her whilst he was on his night walk alone.
She shared really special bond with her father from the very first day, maybe because that's all she knew? She never knew her mum though. Up until she was four, it was her and her dad, but he met his now wife and everything did 180 for her. But she still loves her dad.
"No, I'm did eat my dinner yet," she shared with her dad when he enquired that.
"Why not beta, you have to eat so you have energy to study, right? Are you taking care of yourself right?" He said.
"I know, I know, I'm taking care of myself. I, I was just getting my work done before I come and see you for holidays?" She finally brought up the topic which made her forget she's a human and she needs to eat. The line on the other side went deal silent, "Hello, Baba you there?"
"Yes, uhhh, you, you don't have to come see me." Her dad stuttered, "I will come there to see you myself."
"When? Are you coming this holiday? I have my days off from two days!" She got excited.
"Not this time, but next time, yeah?" He tried to be as convincing as he could but she wasn't convinced, not even a tiny bit, "I'm, I'm going on a vacation with my family and as soon as I'm done there I'll straight be heading to States to come see you, okay?"
She tried to hold back her tears as they'd show through her voice, taking a deep breath a long pause, "okay. I, I need to go now, I'll talk to you later." With that she hung up on him.
Isn't she his family too? Why wouldn't he take her with him?
She's going to be all alone for whole month, Isabelle is going to her Boyfriend's parents' home this time. She has got to friends here except of her. Though she doesn't celebrate Christmas but she really looked forward to the holidays, her dad got her many presents just so she doesn't felt left out with all her friends who celebrated the holiday, they went out to have dinner to her choice of restaurant. She was just four but she remembered it all, that's what she got something happy to remember. She remembered they watched Matilda the year before he took her to live with her grandma. YN didn't realise she was sobbing, loudly with her head in her palm of her hands until she heard a familiar voice call for her.
"Hey YN, what's wrong love?" She looked up to find a concerned Harry stood in his balcony, he was in his Payjama still, grey sweats and a loose black Tshirt covered his form.
"I, I am good," she mumbled standing up and rushing inside her room, she forgot to close the door to her balcony as she wanted her room to be dark so she turned back around go shut it but she was shocked to see Harry there. "How—how did you get here?" She asked, scared thinking all the possibilities of how he might've got in.
"Doesn't matter," he dismissed her question, "what's wrong lovie, why are you crying so badly?"
"What—what's wrong? Nothing's wrong. I'm, I'm mot crying." She wiped her face with the sleeves of her jumper. Harry just sighed at her failed attempt of lying. He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand and made her sit ok the edge of her bed whilst he crouched in front of her.
"I know we aren't that good of friends. Yet. That doesn't mean you can't share anything with me, yeah?" His tone was soft yet there was usual rasp to his voice, he hand both their hands clasped together in her lap, "you want to talk about it?" She just looked down at their hands in her lap sniffling and shook her head in no. He'd never push her to her limits so he stopped there.
Few strands of hair fell onto her face, he carefully reached out to tuck those pieces of hair behind her ear, she flinched, tilting her head to her shoulder. "What's wrong love? It's just me." He assured her taking his hand back. "You want to talk about something else?" He suggested.
"No."
In about five months of knowing her it wasn't hard for Harry to come to terms that every little thing made her cry, it might be something happy or something sad, which isn't wrong. Especially if she's upset or sad. He hated to see tears in her eyes. He have no idea how to make her stop crying either, he just sat there watching her cry and sniffle.
"You did mot just climbed into my balcony from yours!" She panicked all of a sudden. "You could have hurt yourself or, or worse, you could have fallen down, for gods sake we-we live on fourth floor Harry!" She scolded once it hit her how he must have gotten in, again.
"Yeah, that was bad decision I made, but nothing happened." He made an excuse after admitting. He took a pause, "Mitch and I were going out to get dinner, come with us."
"I'm not, I'm mot hungry. Thank you." She shook her head.
"I'm not asking," he stood up to leave, "leaving by the main door." He padded down to the door of her bedroom, but stopped, "fifteen minutes." With that he walked out barefoot back to his flat, through the door this time not the balcony.
The rest of the evening was pretty nice. Mitch was a good friend of Harry's who got along with her very good. She wasn't expecting to go out of her room let alone go get dinner with her neighbour dudes, one of who is her college mate. Mitch had to go get his girlfriend from the airport so he left earlier than he planned to leave, Harry took the full advantage of the time and drove YN to a nice cafe so they have hot chocolate— he remembered she doesn't drink coffee.
"I'm sorry about getting into your flat— I mean appartment like that earlier." He spoke, setting her cup of hot chocolate right in front of her.
"I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourself though." She said, "and you don't need to correct yourself, I'm technically British."
"I see," he smiled, dimples denting deep in his cheeks, "we've become really good friends recently, haven't we?" He pondered, looking at her sip her cup full of warm chocolaty goodness. It was quite an adorable sight seeing her glasses fog up when she blew at her hot drink.
"I know," she smiled and took off her fogged up glasses and set her cup down, "I thought I would never be able to make any friends here, given I've already finished my first term. And I don't know..."
"Why did you think that? You made friends with me." He was quite surprised.
"I didn't, you did." She corrected him, "I just don't know, I don't like to go up to people and start a conversation. I'm not very good at it. I know Isabelle from London she lived next door to my dad with her parents, we applied at same colleges and we got accepted here so I moved with her."
He nodded acknowledging everything she said, "I'm surprised you haven't picked up on accent if you're from London."
"I Never got to, I lived my grandmother from when I was four." She shared, just a tiny bit, "so I haven't got the chance to. How did you and Mitch meet?"
"He works at my dad's company here in New York." Harry shared, "been living with him for about three years now."
"Oh, that's nice." YN nodded. "He's very nice person."
"Isn't he?" Harry exclaimed, "you know what he's even an excellent guitar player, and I've been telling him that..." and he went on and on about one of his best friend.
By the end of his rant, they had two empty cups of which earlier contained hot chocolate he was quite surprised how patient she was with his slow talking, most people found him annoying, hell even his own sister found him annoying sometimes. But she looked tired and it was quarter past ten, the cafe was about to be closed anyway. He paid for the drink and they headed out.
"You look tired, sorry for keeping you out this late." Harry said.
"It's okay, it's just a little later than my bed time." She shrugged, stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to keep herself warm and probably tried her best not to yawn.
"Why were you crying earlier?" He asked just because it had been bugging him all evening okay!
"It was nothing. I thought I'd go back to my dad this vacation but he's going somewhere with his family, I mean my step mother and siblings." She shared, "I was a little upset but it's okay. He said he'll come see me next vacation," she said that more to herself than saying with the purpose of sharing with Harry.
"So you're not going home either?" Is what he enquired.
"Nope," she shook her head, "why?"
"I'm not either, I have my mum and dad come over this time. It's actually with my dad having some work here and mum is just coming to see me for two days then she'll be off with her own friends to New York City." He explained, " even Mitch is going to see Sarah's parents this time around. He's been shitting his pants thinking about it." YN just laughed at that.
"Sarah doesn't live here?" She enquired.
"Oh no, she's from Brighton, she's a drummer so she travels quite alot she's got a gig tomorrow after that she'll be taking my best friend with her." Harry explained. "Anyway, what do you think about ice skating?"
"I— I don't know, I've never been ice skating." She said, and he just nodded. They walked in silence for a quite a bit, Mitch had taken his car so they had no other option than to walk twenty minutes.
Just when he was about to comment something on the conversation, a drunk bastard who was coming down the pavement bumped into YN.
"Oi, look where you are walking twat!" Harry pulled YN closer to him and kept walking. "It's Christmas eve tomorrow, what are your plans?"
"Nothing," she said. "I have to go to work tomorrow in morning. Why?"
"I was going to bake my mum's ginger bread cookies, thought you'd want to join." He shared.
"You know how to bake?" YN was surprised.
"I worked at a bakery for two years." He bragged, proudly. "What you don't believe me? I'm actually an excellent Baker, if I weren't to take over after my dad in his business I'd start my own bakery."
"Mhmm," YN chuckled.
"You still don't believe me?" He squinted his eyes at her, "you're coming over tomorrow and watch me bake, maybe get the best ginger bread cookies in the world to eat."
"Okay," she nodded still mot believing him.
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Harry had gotten out all the ingredients to make his cookies, he was really adamant to prove he can make best cookies, he wanted to bake with her. He'd already gotten to make some when his mum came over but left in evening to go out with her friends. He just couldn't deny his mum when she offered to assist him.
This morning Isabelle had invited him and Mitch over to give them presents she got both of them and have morning tea and coffee before she had to leave. Harry had really made two more good friends apart from Mitch over past few months he is very grateful for.
But he found their Christmas tree set up very adorable, it was a small fake tree which he was sure isn't taller than a half a foot with with dainty lights all around it and some DIY fake presents underneath it is to make it appear like a real deal was kept on their coffee table. It was creative and adorable he found, of course because it was YN's idea as her and her best friend couldn't afford to get a decent sized tree. It was a fake tree Isabelle found at wallmart for very cheap and YN made mini fake presents to keep under it with some things she had laying around.
He was just waiting around when he heard some noise from next door, it was definitely YN but he was curious to see what she was doing and he's nosy he went out check on her to find her struggling to get a butt ton of delivery boxes inside.
"Oh god!" She mumbled falling down on her bum trying to lift a box which was half her size.
"Hey, you alright?" Harry chuckled.
"Not funny," she huffed getting up.
"You went ham on online shopping, huh?" He picked up the box she was struggling to get inside. She picked up the few smaller boxes.
"I did not order these," she was out of breath carrying what looked like a TV inside and keeping it on the sofa when her phone chimed in her bag, she dug it out after she was done getting all the stuff in. It was a text from her dad apologising for being able to go see her and promise of doing just that the first thing after New year's, these were just presents and stuff she had casually mentioned to him that he'd sent her.
"A mini fucking fridge!" She exclaimed taking Harry by surprise, he never expected her to be kind one to cuss.
She remembered that Isabelle and YN are getting another roommate, they have an extra room so they need both need their separate mini fridges to keep their food in because the mew girl is a nightmare but she pays her bills and rent on time. It was going to be very new getting groceries for only herself as her and her best friend got groceries together every week and shared with no problems at all.
"You've really gotten jnto Christmas spirit here, huh?" Harry chuckled seeing her so happy all of a sudden. After a short break of breather and removing every item from it's brown box, Harry helped her carry everything to her room. Luckily he haven't got the cookies in the oven yet. He watched as she placed every thing as she wants on it's place so she take her time to arrange everything whenever she wants. She placed the TV on her dresser, to set it up later.
"You want me to help you set that up?" He asked.
"It's fine, I'll do that later." She declined politely.
"You were struggling to lift that box up," he shook his head, "lemme help ya." He picked up the box with his one bare hand which she was struggling to lift up with both hands, given the fact LED TVs are fairly very lightweight. She looked at him embarrassedly as he set up her new TV.
"Oh, you want to watch The Office? I found it on Netflix last night and it's hilarious!" She shared excitedly.
"Never heard of that show, yeah I'll watch it with you," he nodded, lying, he knows the entire series from first word to the last. He was just surprised to see she had just found that show. "I'll bring the cookies."
"You baked them already?" Her eyes rounded out immediately, the emotion of upset laced with her voice.
"Oh, I'm sorry love, mum came over so we baked together." He explained, "I'll bring them anyway, yeah? We can bake some sugar cookies tomorrow." With that he rushed over to his flat and brought all the cookies (red velvet, chocolate chip and ginger bread) he's made with his mum. By the time he was over she had put on the show on the TV. She was already on season 2, Episode 13 where Jim let's Michael take him on an very uncomfortable lunch at Hooters just so he doesn't tell his crush about his feelings.
"You did not make these," she loomed at him with squinty suspicious eyes looking at the cooking.
"I told you we're baking more cookies darlin'," he kept the Tupperware containers on her bed and made himself comfy by the headboard of her large twin sized bed.
Her room really screamed her personality to him, quiet and pretty. There was nothing much in her room, excluding the stuff she received today, a dark study table with a desk book shelf with her stuff arranged nicely on it, above it was a cork board witch jute strings tied around the width of it, few film pictures hung there with helf of coloured baby clips and a couple of certificates pined on it. On the left was an empty area where her laundry basket sat and next to that was her beige dresser. Her bed was soft, with cotton sheets printed with 3D looking flowers, and her chocolate brown duvet, twi bed side tables with ransoms jewellery kept in a dish, her closet with mirror doors.
Right in front of him she sat in her very worn out looking blue zip up jerkin which would literally gobble up her small form if it was a living object, especially with the hood on, he's seen her wear it around all the house (or mainly when he'd meet her on their respective balconies) all the time since it has started getting cold.
"You like 'em?" He asked watching her take a bite of the chocolate chip cookie.
"They're good," she nodded. "You're mum is amazing."
"Oh for god's sake," he breathed out a laugh, "I'll tell her about you praising her cookies."
They both finished the entire rest of the season in next three and half hours. It was nearly midnight and Harry was feeling jittery wanting to blurt out his feelings to her so bad.
"Hey YN?" He started, cleared his throat.
"Hmm?" She turned to him.
"I wanted to tell you something," he started. Her looking at him with all her attention made him a bit nervous.
"What?" She giggled finding his nervous fave funny.
"I'd probably ruin our friendship with this but urmm," he took a short moment, "I really like you, a lot actually. Like more than a friend. Just wanted to get this out of my chest, it's okay and I hope it doesn't change anything between us if you don't feel the same."
If Isabelle would be present there that moment, she'd be laughing her butt off bragging how right she was. That's that, but YN's been especially taken back by him really confessing his feelings for her like that. He's nice to her. Like very nice to her unlike other people who are in her life other than her dad and Isabelle.
She knew she'd got this issue—which she doesn't know jf it's good or bad—of attachment with every person who's nice to her. All of them have betrayed her, especially her friends growing up. Hell even her own father betrayed her leaving her back with her cruel aunties and uncles who'd abuse her mentally and emotionally, but he'd made up for it or at least trying to make up to her. It scared her to get to know people around her, even the thought of loosing her best friend, Isabelle scares her and Harry talking about having romantic feelings for her.
It was so new to her to feel that way. She did enjoyed every moment with him, he'd stay with her at the library after classes and wait for her finish up her projects or help her out in subjects she's not confident in. The other day he even stood upto her when Beatrice was talking shit about her. He'd taken her to see his other friends for the first time that day, whilst everyone was nice Beatrice wasn't having a good time around her. These were just two of many examples why he's third person (other being her dad and Isabelle) she feels safe to be around.
He is special to her, like how she remembers her grandma telling her about different relationships she's have with people around her. Her grandma was special to her in a different way, her dad is special one to her in a different way, Isabelle is special to her in a different way now so is Harry. But quite more specific than Isabelle is. She's had a fare shares of staring at him when he's speaking noticing the way his mouth moved with every syllable he spoke, or randomly giving him a coffee for free at the college canteen even though it would maybe get her in trouble. She'd even given deep thoughts to Isabelle's fire round of questions the first time Harry walked her home. He'd flirt with her subtly all chances he got but he knows his limits of course, even if he's in from of his friends or even her own best friend. Isabelle was kind enough to let the oblivious YN know he's flirting with her all the chances he get, since then his remarks haven't failed to make blood rush through her veins to her face. Did she really imagined going out with him, and maybe, just a tiny maybe kissing him, being with him like other people are with their person? Well, maybe...
It was so overwhelming that her vision started to blur up, tears pooled up in her eyes, which scared Harry.
"Hey, hey I'm really sorry if I said something that made you upset. Please don't cry love!" He cooed, his voice soft as he scooted closer to her and reached for her sweater paw, for the first time she did not flinched by his gesture of holding her hand like that. "I'm so, so sorry."
"No, no, it's—" she sucked in a breath before admitting, "—it's just overwhelming." He opted to wait for her speak up on her own without him having to dig out what was going on in her mind.
"I'm sorry, I just, I don't know." She shrugged, "no one's every said that to me."
He didn't meant to shame her but he couldn't help the soft giggle which escape his lips, "you're crying 'cause I said I like you a lot? Well, that's the truth, you don't have to 'cause I don't mind saying it for however many times. only if you want me to."
She nodded and proceeded to boldly say, "I, I like you too." Her sniffles made him crack another smile.
"Yeah? Then why did you turn down me asking you out on date the first time?" He enquired, just to tease her in attempt to make her smile at least. Her eyes welled up with tears again.
"You were really asking me out on a date?" She mumbled in hushed voice, feeling guilty.
"Yeah," he said, "you want to still go out with me?"
"Mhmm," she jerkingly nodded her head.
"You're cute," he giggled and booped the tip of her nose before he proceeded to wipe her tears, "no more crying okay?"
"Okay," she nodded again.
"Think you should go to sleep then, yeah?" He suggested, "we'll bake more cookies tomorrow and go out, how does that sound, hm?"
"Good," she nodded in agreement and walked him to the door.
"Lock the door okay?" He said, "no actually shut the door and lock it, I'm not leaving until then."
The other day Isabelle was coming home late and YN had forgotten to lock the door, luckily nothing bad happened but it terrified Isabelle and even Harry when YN ranted to him all upset that her best friend was mad at her for such a small thing.
"No that's rude!" She exclaimed in a hushed tone.
"No that's not!" He mocked her tone jokingly.
And she shut the door on his face, there you go Harry got what you fucking wanted!
He sighed and knocked on her door, "hey YN, open the door." He didn't hear anything, "please open the door love?"
"What do you want?" She opened the door back up annoyed clearly.
"What got you upset lile that?" He asked.
She shrugged, "I don't like it when someone mocks the way I talk, I—I have been made feel bad about it growing up. Sorry, I didn't meant to lash out like that."
"Can you delete the word sorry from you vocabulary for once? I'm sorry for making you upset, okay? That won't ever happen again." He cooed, "you want to talk about it?"
"Not now," she shook her head, grabbing onto the door knob.
"You know I was trying to get to stay for longer, but okay," he let out a long sad breath, his shoulders deflated. He is being dramatic and she knows.
"Harry!"
"YN," he leaned in closer, his eyes set on her.
"You're mocking me again," she pointed out.
"I'm not, I'm just admiring this pretty little face in front of me so I can dream of it tonight," Harry whispered. He noticed how her cheeks flushed in instant, how she licked her lips in nervousness and pushed her glasses back on the bridge of her nose.
God no!
He tries his best to just not kiss her oh-so-kissable lips, because that's extremely very wrong if she's not consenting and also he didn't wanted to come out at creepy.
"You want anything, Harry?" She asked grabbing his attention back.
"I dunno if I should ask jist yet," he said, a slight pout to his lips as he stared at her with puppy eyes. How can he look intimidating yet so adorable at the same time?
"Why so?" She asked confusedly, releasing the grip on the door knob just a bit to open the door slightly wider.
"I'll ask tomorrow, maybe, good night YN."
"Good night." She smiled. He took a step back and she closed the door and locked it knowing he won't budge from his place.
Guess he'll just to wait longer for the kiss after all.
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N O T E :
1. I'm sorry for a very late off schedule update, I've had my exams going on plus a very bad writers block.
2. Please do leave a feedback of how you like this one.
3. Sorry if this one sucked, it was written in semi hurry and had to cut it short so if you want to see more of this couple please do let me know. Also requests for any other troops are open, you can request for anything.
4. I'm so excited to see My Policeman!!!
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erin-bo-berin · 2 years
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Hey, it’s me! Remember how I asked for that blurb about singlemom!reader meeting the kids and what they thought of her? Could I get that follow up of the Party babysitting Abbie? Like they thought it would be easy, but only for them to eat those words later? Oh and Steve is really smug about it. Like, see what I have to deal with when it comes to you? kind of thing. I know you did one for Max and Dustin but I would love one with the whole Party.
Oh yes, definitely! It would be complete chaos, I know it lol I can just imagine the reader having to pull Steve out the door and he’s like “I have to keep these kids from killing themselves about a dozen times a WEEK and you want to let them babysit?!” 🤣
This is going to be set when Abbie is still one, so not long after they met her. Also pretend Robin is reader in this cause even though he wasn’t in the actual scene, Steve looks so smug here lol
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“Dude, why did we think this was a good idea?”
“Cause we’re idiots, that’s why,” Dustin answered his friend, exasperated.
Mike and Dustin stared horrified at the mess on the kitchen table. Containers, bottles and other mismatched stuff was spread all over the surface.
Max walked in, carrying the crying baby.
“What happened?!”
She looked as horrified as they felt.
They’d offered to babysit Abbie for you and Steve, thinking it was a breeze after she was easy to watch in the park when they first met her.
They’d all been wrong.
So, terribly wrong.
The house was trashed and it was complete chaos. Abbie was hungry, crying and screaming, it well past her time to be fed. Her face was bright as a tomato as she screamed.
“Guys she turning red!” Max cried, trying to soothe her, “It’s okay Abbie, your bottle is coming.”
She looked back at the two boys.
“Where is her bottle? I told you to come fix it for her.”
“We couldn’t find it!” Mike exclaimed, “We looked everywhere. We could only find her snacks and this powdery stuff.”
Dustin held up a can of formula as if to show her.
“Why have I been cursed to live life with you idiots?” Max rolled her eyes, “Did you check the fridge? Steve said Y/N fixed bottles for her before they left.”
Dustin and Max exchanged guilty glances.
“I can admit…we did not look there,” Dustin said.
“Well can you grab it please? Before I go deaf in this ear?”
El walked in, having found the stuffed animal Y/N had mentioned she liked.
“Want me to take her?” El asked.
She took Abbie from Max’s arms, trying to calm the baby as well, bouncing with her like she’d seen Y/N do before.
“What do we do with it? It’s cold,” Mike said, holding the bottle.
“Am I the only one who listened to the instructions Steve left us with?” Max groaned.
“Probably,” Mike said.
“Definitely. I might’ve zoned out for a minute during the middle,” Dustin said.
“He said to warm it for 30 seconds, let it cool a moment and make sure it’s not too hot before you give it to her,” El recited.
“Thank you!” Max threw up her arms, grabbing the bottle out of Mike’s hands, setting it in the microwave.
The other two joined the rest of the party in the kitchen. Lucas kept trying to make faces at Abbie to get her to calm down. Will was very unhelpful by plugging his ears.
“Someone let me know when she stops screaming!” he hollered.
“Steve’s going to kill us,” Max muttered, grabbing the warmed bottle from the microwave, testing the liquid on her wrist like Y/N had instructed.
She walked it over to El and Abbie reached for it, wrapping her hands around it as she clumsily guided it to her mouth.
Silence filled the room and all six kids let out a huge sigh of relief.
“You know she’s a lot cuter when she’s not screaming,” Will said.
Abbie was happily drinking her bottle, tummy finally getting food and happy as a lark. She sat back in Dustin’s lap watching a cartoon they’d turned on for her earlier.
“I agree,” Mike said, clearly relieved to have made it through the earlier meltdown.
“If you’d gotten the bottle like you were supposed to, she would’ve have freaked out,” Max pointed out.
Abbie pulled the bottle away from her mouth, babbling.
“See? She agrees. Us girls gotta stick together, don’t we Abbie?” Max said, pretending to fist bump her little hand.
She squirmed in Dustin’s lap, turning to face him. She’d been obsessed with the hat on top of his curly mop of hair, all night and she reached for it again, jabbering.
“You wanna try it on, kiddo?” he smiled, taking it off and putting it on her.
They all laughed as the hat sank over her eyes as it was too big for her. She tried to remove it or push it up out of her eyes.
“We totally got this,” Lucas beamed.
“We totally don’t got this,” Will groaned, shirt over his nose to block out the offensive smell.
“How can someone so little produce a smell that bad?” Lucas complained, nose in the crook of his arm.
“You guys are so pathetic,” Max said, rolling her eyes toward them, then glancing at El who was next to her at the changing table.
The brunette had her nose turned up, not that Max could blame her, but someone had to do the job. It’s not like they could leave her sitting in a dirty diaper until Steve and Y/N got home.
Mike and Dustin had opened the window in the nursery, head hanging out of it like dogs in a car.
“It’s horrible! How does Steve do this?” Dustin panted, trying to breath in the fresh air of the the early summer evening.
“Abbie’s his daughter,” Max deadpanned, “He kinda has to.”
El and Max worked as a team. El was distracting Abbie with a toy to keep her from fussing while Max worked quickly to change her diaper. Luckily for the rest of them, Max was a quick learner and figured it out—unlike the four males who refused to come within spitting distance until she was changed.
“You better be glad we’re not getting paid for this because if we were, I’d be taking a majority of the pay check,” Max retorted, “Me and El could split it and go shopping.”
“Hey, we’ve helped!” Lucas protested.
“You’ve played with her yet couldn’t get her bottle or change her,” she gave them a look.
They couldn’t argue with that.
Once she was in a fresh diaper, El picked her up, giving her her paccie to suck on and the group returned to the living room—a mess of toys they’d let Abbie pull out of her box.
“I’m exhausted,” Will groaned, collapsing on the couch.
The others had to agree. It was definitely not what they’d been expecting. The easy, carefree and cheerful toddler they’d met that first day in the park was still there, she just came with a lot more responsibilities.
You and Steve walked into your house, amused by the mess—it wasn’t anything the house hadn’t seen with a little girl her age.
They found the six teens sound asleep on the couch, Abbie laying on El, fast asleep too.
“You go get Abbie into bed and I’ll get the kids up,” Steve told you.
Gently, you took Abbie from El’s arms. She startled awake, afraid the baby was slipping, but smiled softly at you when she realized it was just you taking her.
“Thank you,” you smiled, not being able to do much with Abbie in your arms, other than give her a sideways hug with one arm, giving her a loving squeeze.
Steve waited until he heard the soft click of the nursery door behind you before flipping on the living room lights.
“Wakey, wakey, babysitting crew,” he called, just loud enough to make them stir.
Half of them jumped awake, the others groaned, slow to open their eyes. They saw Steve standing there, arms crossed, a smug look on his face.
“Tough night?” he teased.
“You have no idea,” Dustin groaned, sitting up.
“We’re exhausted,” Mike whined.
“Max had to rescue them all night,” El said, “She had to get her bottle and change her because they were too freaked out,” she said, motioning with a thumb to the boys.
“Not as easy as it looks, is it?” Steve asked, clearly amused.
“Between practically losing my sense of smell and my hearing, it was like chasing The Energizer Bunny all night,” Will moaned, looking as haggard and tired as his friends.
“It was rough,” Lucas added.
“Hate to break it to you guys, but it doesn’t get any easier,” Steve said.
“After all, I have to put up with you little shits on a daily basis.”
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