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yippee more loredumping time!!
because of my major fang brainrot my mind decided that the sonic universe was also going to be added to my canon
i personally only have a couple minor changes, one being i have the normal “solver” wings now, plus a (minor) hairstyle and outfit change (i got a new body! the loose neck joint seems to haunt me forever though)
(edited picrew)
all drones now do have 5 fingers on each hand though too lol
but anyhow most of my canon hasn’t changed much, although i do return to earth with Tessa, v, n, j, uzi and doll (the latter two being there for the first time)
oh yeah i end up meeting Fang the sniper and we eventually end up getting married (not legally, it was basically just a bunch of our friends showing up in the middle of nowhere, plus jcjenson wants my head and Fang is a criminal so having documents with us is a no. and we stole the rings we used too lol)
uhh that’s it for now
SniperSolver is real!
#murder drones#cyn loredump time#fictionkin#sonic#<- ig that applies here now#snipersolver is real!#<- ship name? ship name
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autism be damned
(closeups under the cut)
#utmv#undertale#undertale au#ink sans#utmv fanart#underverse#sans undertale#error sans#cross sans#swap sans#ffuck im not tagging everything/everyone here 😭#afterdeath#ig#SORIEL#reapertale#sans x toriel#ive decided that RT tori is way too excluded#so now she will be included every time i draw reaper#vice versa does not apply#i love you toriel#same face syndrome WHO 💛
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@pup-pee I know you have notifications on now but like hands you Magical girl Kyle!!!! He's done!! :D!!!
Magical Girl Guy can be found here!
(Transparent version under the cut because I like using that feature!!)
#fanart#dc#my art#fanartist#dc fanart#art#kyle rayner#green lantern corps#green lantern#Madi's Art :>#shocking that I didn't draw one of the batfam for once!!! a miracle truly!!#okay so now that my formal tags are out of the way time to infodump here about my plans#so like I plan on making him a charm#if not to sale to at least have for my own because it's silly!! very silly!! either that or I'm gonna make him as stickers so Kyle can just#be everywhere he can be applied anywhere#I also plan on doing this with all the other GLs a.k.a making them magical girls cause while Kyle is magical girl coded I just wanna do it#plus the idea of Guy Gardner in a skirt is very fun#DC Kyle Rayner#honestly the first photo could be a lock screen like that could be highly silly#anywho hope you Kyle Rayner fans get fed I hear the fandom is kinda dead from Jay#also that being said before I even sell charms and stuff I need to figure out store stuff so like if I ever do that I'll let Tumblr know ig#now time to put my laptop away cause it is almost 1 am oops
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Was gonna make this another headcanon entry but its more of a whole plot/concept/idea so hear me out- (Rottmnt)
Ok, has anybody else recently been enthralled by the idea of an older Big Mama, possibly decades into the future, finally deciding to step down and retire, and as a 'last order of business' inviting Leo to a private meeting to tell him about this and, oh yeah, she's leaving everything to him with the only conditions being 'stay on top' and 'don't lose my Battle Nexus or Hotel' .
Working in the kinds of business she does, it's not exactly wise to have a legitimate 'next of kin' and Lou Jitsu and the turtles would be the closest thing anyway, so why not leave her businesses in the hands of the one she has the most respect for? The only one who has ever outwit her and is shown to be very good at practically everything he would need to take over for her?
Leo, of course, has his doubts about taking over for a literal mob boss, especially since he still does the whole 'Hero' thing, but a position of power like that could be really useful, and he could bring serious change to the Hidden City, especially with such loose conditions....
And so, Leo accepts and takes over Big Mama's Empire. His first orders of business are obviously to alter certain dealings and processes to make them as legal as possible (not an easy feat when the boss before him, as Leo soon learns, had the police completely under her thumb and never had to care). Leo also changes Battle Nexus policies to make it more ethical, something people hate at first, but he quickly makes up for by using the barely non-lethal nature of the show to incorporate new events/rules and attractions.
And while Leo tries to do as little crime as possible, once he fully adjusts to his new spot, anybody who dares to defy his agreements or take a shot at his throne will certainly pay. Especially since Donnie is his second in command, a position that said brother is frustrated to learn comes with very little power outside of what the Boss grants him (and is essentially a very glorified personal secretary, but they manage to work things out until they're both satisfied). Leo becomes infamous for being able to flip on a dime with anybody and go from friendly and formal to threatening you himself (he is still a ninja first and foremost), and is feared and respected by all, from straight up mafias to ethical, upstanding businesses. After all, while Big Mama's methods were definitely messed up, her reputation proved to be a very useful asset.
and I know I've been kinda dramatic and serious but the idea of Leo still doing his thing being New York's favorite fearless hero with his family on the surface and sometimes in the Hidden City while also being King of an only vaguely criminal Empire is lowkey hilarious (and makes some missions so much easier)
#nonsensical ramblings#but I have been wanting to make this post for a while now and I just HAD to get my thoughts into paragraphs at the very least#istg I practically have a whole fully established au and plot for this#like#my brain will not REST#anytime I encounter anything that I could apply onto this idea the vision just gets more vivid#and then I remembered "hey#so here we are#ngl if i wasn't absolutely terrified by the concept I could probably at least start a whole fic for this#but i'd rather just let it lurk on my page for now#rottmnt#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt big mama#fic idea#ig#rottmnt au#rise of the tmnt#big mama
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i love love picrews and little “make yourself” picrew tag games but also they are so difficult to me because I struggle so much to diverge from my actual appearance when making picrews because inaccuracy feels like lyinnnghg and lying is baaaad
#It’s so silly because I’ll be browsing through the clothing options#And if there’s nothing that resembles something I own#I’ll be like oh well what do we do now?#Like ???? it does not matter#So then I like okay maybe I should just choose clothes or the options that I like#im like*#But then my brain goes but would you actually wear that and if the answer is no or degree of uncertainty I can’t go with that option#there is some degree of*#and simultaneously I’m also incredibly uncomfortable with having anything that resembles my physical visage on here#this also applies to non-human picrews im bothing if not consistent#so ig what i like is the idea of picrews#txt
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#bro fucking stupid like why did i just not look at applying to masters until now#i'm so dumb like ig it was bc i ws just like i'm not gonna do masters im just gonna try to get a job#which like how the fuck am i supposed to do that lmao but#now i dont think i can even apply for masters at my school at least#bc i need fucking letters of rec and the deadline is the 15th#and i Barely have 2 ppl i would ask for letter of rec idek if the second one counts lmfao if she's not at my school#jfc im so why do i have to think about the future :c i just wanna do glowstick club things that's why i haven't been thinkign abt this lmfa#yeah so now i dont think i can do masters here :c which also means i dont have that as a reason to hang around and stay in glowstick clublo#i could still do that but#ugh whatever im trying to write a fucking cover letter rn for a job i hate this already i've barely done anything lmfao#i dont super understand the job description which is maybe a sign i shouldnt apply lmfao but it's like#data science w my year and i feel like i meet some of the qualifications so#just gotta somehow bullshit another paragraph of this cover letter together#i also dont even know if i actualy wanna fucking do a data analyst job like#i kinda wanna work for like a non profit or smaller org kinda thing all this shit sounds hella boring that i keep seeing for bigger#companies lmao which im not saying would no be the case for smaller but#idk i jsigsdfhjlbgpidwurhgbipwdhgfudjshlk why did i start this so late LMAO#i had a job opening that i was gonna apply for that looked pretty good and i felt pretty qualified for just based on the listing#and the deadline was the 15th but it fucking disappeared the job isnt there anymore ig im so sad lmfao#as;lkfngbjifbgqipurgipqhrgfipuaf i hate this :DDDDDD#jeanne talks
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hi everyone im gonna fukcing Die now. i found literally the perfect fucking apartment a couple weeks back but i didnt move fast enough on it bc i was like. well the lease doesnt even start until fucking august. but GUESS WHAT!!!!! someone else snatched that shit up!!! in the last couple days!!!! so im so happy and thrilled right now ^-^
#i have a second choice lined up but its not located as perfectly as the first one was#but it IS like. 100 bucks cheaper in terms of rent AND its bigger so ig thats not so bad.#but it IS a much longer commute. like. i Definitely wont be able to walk to class :(#OH!!! also ig i havent mentioned it here yet but um!!! im moving to pittsburgh in august for nursing school so!!! yeah!!!!#so anyways. in the hopes that i dont lose this one TOO. im gonna fuckiin. apply. like Now.#and then hopefully have my aunt and uncle take a look around before i make anything official#whatever the fuck
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Lmao should I apply to Harvard?
#its funny cuz im stupid and yet they want me so bad#keep getting emails and now a letter like 'hey you should apply here'#worst im down $85 ig but idk if i wanna
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#what's wrong with do you reckon why is that cowboy 😭😭#but anyway the point is at a lot of times you simply just won't know if a word you learned has regional connotation#like yes I know fancy and posh are british NOW but when I learned them I was like yes words to spice things up!#(I learned posh was explicitly british two months ago. I have 200k fic published. so like.)#this doesn't apply for currencies and cultural stuff like that--I will judge you if you character uses dollars in France--but#I just don't think doing research for this on a word-level is feasible#because if you don't already know or someone doesn't point it out you will never know you're even using words with additional meaning#so yeah ig I'm with the Aussies here#oh also voted bad characterization and then promptly got sidetracked
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5 years or less...
That's the most time I have left to scramble everything together despite also struggling w my own health & everything I already struggle with. & That's assuming nothing happens in the time span before then that accelerates everything at a rate faster than I can maybe handle
Bc with the unpredictability I seem to live in constantly, with how common it is for me to have shit strike out of nowhere? When I've never even known stability in the first place so I can't even trust that that 5 years won't suddenly be accelerated to less than 2 years or far less than that? Esp when last year was the start of sudden "yeah so we are becoming rly unstable & idk how well we're going to be able to live here for the next x months/years" that was dropped on me out of nowhere?
...I don't know.
#there's just a ton more pressure i feel compounded onto me now if im to want to get away from here before i get shoved into.#the role of the new head of the family & having to be everyone's stability IN FULL. not just emotionally anymore but in every way possible.#i cant. handle that. im sorry but i cant.#i NEED to get away from both parents.#i cannot. be saddled w the responsibility that theyre trying to shove onto me. not when im trying to get away so i can heal.#ig the only other way i can possibly think. of escaping. is through heading back to uni or applying to a uni that ain't in my city.#bc then i can live far away from home. & even if its w debt id still be working towards goals i have anyway & also just. be. away.#from them. id ontknow. obvs not the smartest move so i just.#need to sit down & think what my own plan of action has to be.#i need to start setting up an emergency backup plan.#preferrably one that isn't me doing something drastic or running away w/o a second thought & then shit just getting worse.#i wanna kinda set up a gofundme thing or just have ko-fi links promoted more so i can have some sort of just.#safety net in case of anything. idk. but i dont know how to feel abt that & usually it doesnt rly work for me i guess. idk.#im rn just focused on trying to get things w pharmacy tech stuff dealt with. but. yeah.#im sorry im so venty lately btw. im just.#i dont know what to think or feel anymore.#im going through a lot constantly & it just i cant find it in me to directly reach out constantly to ppl anyway i hate it.#this is def gonna be deleted later bc i hate leaving my mess for anyone to see & i hate anyone seeing im not fine lmao.#but i dont really know where else to really just go off ig idk
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Doing this because it makes me happy •Ꮂ•. Im making it difficult on all of you though.
1 note- I'll go drink water
10 notes - I'll set alarms to actually care for myself
50 notes - set up a daily productivity system so I stop wasting my time doing nothing.
100 notes - ask my friends to help me buy a skirt
500 notes - get a bra & a whole bunch of other affirming clothing !!!
1k - tell my dad that my gf is also trans
2.5k - ask my dad to address me by my prefferred name & pronouns 1k went pretty poorly, so I dont feel super comfortable making an attempt on this.
5k - try to get therapy/psychologist
10k - girl mode at all times (start actively wearing makeup/clothing/doing voice training around people at all times)
50k - try for HRT (0% chance) (also no guarantee on this one)
Asfgg. It feels surprisingly good to have a bunch of strangers who want me to be happy
I have now set up alarms for eating, waking up, and hygene related stuff. I seriously doubt we get to 500, but this has made me significantly happier •Ꮂ•
Doing some math... 25 notes in 4 hours. 6.25 notes per hour. 8000 hours or 333 days until this hits 50k. Hrt in a year ig.
Um. Wow. Its been a day, and we're almost at 300. Everything 500 & below was supposed to be things I'd do with minimal intervention. But now, we're getting to the scarier stuff. I am very intimidated, but also excited
My gf really badly wanted to be here when I buy some of the clothing, so the skirt will be this week, the rest of the clothing will be when she comes back from vacation
Saying that you're force femming me is so not allowed. This is unfair. You have no right to make me feel the ways Im feelingggg. Stop making me happy.
Welp. I told him about my girlfriend. And things went about as poorly as expected. He said that Im parroting what other people think. Slowly taking little parts of them, and applying them to myself. Specifically, being trans. He didnt even leave it to maybes. He said with certainty that I was copying everyone else. I know 9 trans people total. Only 2 of them are my close friends. Everyone else, Im barely aquaintences with. I should have told him that regardless of whatever theories he has, this has boosted my confidence massively. Slightly less excited for 2.5k notes. At least everything after that is very positive. And at least this lets me talk about my girlfriend for ages. I dont have to say her deadname through gritted teeth. Oh context. He already knows Im trans but was ignoring it.
I GOT A SKIRT!!!!!
Thank all of you so much. At first when I got the skirt, I was pretty intimidated by the idea of showing my legs. I thought everyone will just see me as a man. But there's a degree of confidence you all have given me. Yeah. Im pretty. Yeah, Im beautiful even. Yeah. Its a friggin fantastic skirt. And anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb. Im happy, and thats what matters.
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I don't think I care about getting a job anymore actually
#I'm lucky student finance exists here IG.#Also I'm lying I just don't want to do it right now. There's a part-time job thing in my uni tomorrow but I don't want to rush-#5 CV's and cover letters right now. I have a presentation tomorrow#I should worry about the presentation more#even tho I'm not in the slightest. even tho it's unpresentable in it's current state#Uni is a lil boring rn but we'll make it through <3#this is not a life or death situation my brain needs to stop playing it up like one#I can always apply later. it's fine#djdshdhdhshds#android.txt
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I am very proud of the image I’ve left my high school friend group,, The One Who Blocks People
#as in someone said I’m not gonna block him I’m not ‘my name’#this is even though I only actually blocked like three people during high school#I was just always proposing it when one of my friends had trouble#get rid of them why waste your energy??#I have very little patience for people especiallly once I’ve had enough#in the same line today I went#if you got no sense to look inward you will get no pity from me#bc a now ex friend was complaining about smt where I was like#yeah that wasn’t ideal but you still did this thing wrong you won’t admit and that’s really the main issue here#ugh she was really annoying and didn’t get our point at all#anyway she left the group chat before I could argue more soooo#good riddance ig?#(except I know she’s applied to the same jo as me which we might both get so that could be fun….)#me
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Fwb with Katsuki
You were standing in front of the mirror. Final mascara touch-ups, shiny lip gloss. Still only wearing your underwear, undecided about your outfit choice, you suddenly heard a knock on the door. You assumed it was your bestfriend coming to pick you up, you opened the door of your room. But turns out it wasn't her. Katsuki was standing in front of you. Not even bothered by the fact you were half naked in front of him.
Thing is - it definitely wasn't the first time he saw you like this. Definitely not. You and him have been seeing each other in secret for a while now. He would text you when he needed to release some stress. And he would always answer your calls, in the middle of the night when you needed him...
You brought him inside and made him sit on the bed so you could finish getting ready. "What are you doing here?" you asked while applying your favorite lipstick. Dark red. Cherry blood. "I was leaving and I thought I could see my favorite girl before". His comment made you slightly chuckle. Of course he was here for a reason. You had no problem with that. It was a deal. Only sex, no complicated feelings.
Having sex with Katsuki was profitable for you. He was attentive, understanding, open-minded and so fucking sexy. Sex with him was a treat, a blessing.
You put down your lipstick and start walking toward him. Exaggerating every move, swinging your hips and staring at him with big doe eyes. "You also going to the party?" "Yes, Kiri asked me" While you talked you found a place on his lap and slowly started to kiss his neck. Leaving a trail of cherry red kisses on his neck and collar. "You planning on founding a girl uh? Taking her back to your room?" "Yeah probably" You liked that he was honest with you, never hiding anything from you. You knew every one of each others dirty secret. You weren't dating so there was nothing wrong with him sleeping with other girls right ? So why were you feeling this pinch in your stomach ...?
He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Definitely not a soft one. It was rough and passionate like it always was. It was messy and rushed. The expensive Cologne he wore, that you loved so much, filled your lungs and you couldn't resist him anymore. Pushing him on the bed, towering him you start to straddle his lap. "You're gonna find a nice girl uh ? Gonna kiss her on the same bed you fuck me every night ?" "Hmph fuck yes" He stares intensely at your swollen lips, the feeling of your ass rubbing on him driving him insane. He can't help but look at you with admiring eyes. "But I'll always be your favorite right baby? ""Yes my favorite girl"
You knew this was wrong. You knew friends with benefits don't act like this. But you were so obsessed with this man. You were ready to take everything he was giving you. Even if, for the moment, it was just sex.
Hiii it's been so long since i posted smth oopsie but ig we can say im back now. Hope you enjoyed this short fic ^^
#mha#bnha#bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bnha smut#mha bakugou#mha smut#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader
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okay i actually was kinda curious on how they set up the boxes and went back to look and see who is easiest to get and who is the hardest and honestly
and now im just theory crafting over here on how they decided who goes where
i wrote a list and everything:
Sorry for the messy handwriting
The way they have asmos fits in the 5th boxes
#luci and mams are the easiest to get full stop#im assuming since its the anniversary they wanna be nice! (or they do not wanna put them at the later boxes and piss off a bunch of ppl)#remember when i said i get hanged up on the details no one gives a fuck about....listen just walk with with me here#even if im just bullshitting i wanna cook#they pushed the guys down that arent super duper popular but not the least popular to the last boxes#now u get some money#and the annoyed crowd is much lesser than what would be if u put all the super popular ppl down there lol#thats why all the side characters and satan are the hardest to get#like they have good popularity (at least im assuming they do) but not too many ppl are gonna be pissed off#compared with the amount that would be if the big dogs where lower (mams luci and levi)#money + less annoyed fans to deal with#asmo and beel are a good lower middle ground#just slap them bitches somewhere u know#not that popular so the annoyed crowd is low and ur not losing out on too much money putting them there#simeons probably the anomoly here cause i feel like he has high popularity right??#but since hes a side character its like....we can get away with putting him in the last box#i feel like sol has been gaining popularity (and he feels like hes escaping side character hell) so u kinda wanna keep him higher too#idk about lukes popularity but for belphie im pretty sure like half the fandom has beef with the poor guy#so hes good at the top#so not worried about losing out on money opportunities#anyways...imo they should traded beel and asmos spots for levi and sols (im sorry!!!)#cause it would be easier for me#and theyre obviously more popular!!!#come on put my boy in the earlier boxes so i can reap the benefits of having a lower popular fav!!! 🤦🏾♀️#how are u gonna make me work for asmo when ik his ass is getting shafted most of time...be serious like fr#edit: okay so turns out beel is more popular than i thought#hey solmare why is asmo so far down with him hello!? wouldnt it make sense to put asmo with belphie?#like ig what i said still applies him being a good person to slap in the middle#but like i prefer “...yea it sucks ur boy isnt too popular heres a bone for u! we made it easier to get him (please keep playing our game)”#instead of “....we know even if u get mad it doesnt matter cause theres not enough of u to make much noise about it so....” 🫡
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THE OLD FASHIONED WAY
pairing. trevor lefkowtiz x alive!reader
summary. You had always regarded your ability to see ghosts as odd, until you met Sam and her eclectic group of ghosts.
warnings. kind of/kind of not happy ending, ig? sad trevor :( angsty and a little flirty. reader gets stood up.
word count. 3.8K || masterlist
a/n. alive!reader HURTS but in the best way
trevor tag list. @marcos-scorpion , @youngdumbamericanteen
“I have one last, fun, interview question,” Sam said and you inwardly cringed. You had sat through so many job interviews that you knew a ‘fun’ question was normally anything but. Nevertheless, you smiled politely and nodded at her to continue asking. “What are your thoughts on ghosts?”
You laughed, against your will. It was a reflexive response that you immediately regretted. “Sorry!” you rushed out.
She didn’t seem put off by your laughing. “I know, it’s a ridiculous question. But the last guy that worked here…uh, this place may, potentially, be haunted. Not that I know, but there’s speculation. I just want to know how you feel about ghosts. Do you believe in them? Do you think it's all a bunch of mumbo-jumbo?” That was probably one of the oddest interview questions you’d ever been asked, but it was better than explaining how your weaknesses were really strengths. It also felt pointed.
You didn’t know Sam and she didn’t know you, but the question made it sound like she knew your weird talent. And for some reason, you didn’t feel the embarrassment you normally did when someone brought up the concept of ghosts. There was something about Sam that compelled you to tell the truth, even against your better judgment.
“Actually, that’s kind of a funny story-” you started, but were cut off.
“Samatha, when you are done, your assistance is needed in the television room. Someone believes it is his turn to watch another horrible film of space nonsense, but I distinctly recall it being my turn to watch those horrible women pick out whorish dresses for their weddings.” A woman appeared at the threshold of the entryway and the living room, dressed in a gown not from that century with her red locks pinned up in a curious updo. You were taken back, confused when your eyes fell on the man that stood beside her, dressed formally on top but lacking anything but socks and shoes on his bottom half.
“First of all, Star Wars is not ‘space nonsense’ it's one of the biggest movies, like, ever,” the man started. “And second of all, you just got to watch your pick two days ago.”
Sam cleared her throat, ignoring the two with a tight-lipped smile. You looked between the two, which seemed to confuse them. “I’m so sorry, will you excuse me for one second? I’ve got to take care of something really fast.”
“Yeah, of course. Take your time. I don’t mess around when it comes to Star Wars either,” you said.
The two people overlapped in with a ‘what?’ and an ‘excuse me?’ Sam stared at you wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape as she looked between the two figures behind her and you. “Hold on, can you see them?”
It took a moment for you to understand why that was odd, which was too long if you were being honest. Obviously, no one was walking around in a gown like that or pantsless for no reason. You weren’t looking at cooky guests, but rather ghosts. Did nowhere not have any spirits lingering? It seemed like every job you worked or applied to had ghosts haunting the building. Though, you supposed out of all of the places, it did make the most sense for the old mansion to be haunted.
But Sam wasn’t a ghost, but she seemed to be able to at least hear the ones in the threshold. “Can you see them?” you asked.
“Y-Yeah. I can.”
“Me too.” You have been able to see ghosts since you were little. As a child, most of your friends were the collection of ghosts that inhabited your childhood home. You thought you’d eventually outgrown it, but you never did. Now, nearly everywhere you ventured, you encountered dead people. It was interesting, a little obnoxious at times, and often made you feel like a freak of nature. But the woman in front of you could see them too; that was a first.
Sam sat speechless for a moment before she said, “You’re hired.”
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You weren’t sure what to expect, working in the haunted mansion. In your lifetime, you’d encountered just about every kind of ghost, so you prepared yourself for anything when Sam introduced you. The Woodstone ghosts were an eclectic bunch, comprised of ghosts spanning nearly every decade. They were interesting, to say the least. But even if they had ended up being terrible, you were just happy to be around someone who shared your ability to see them.
Sam and Jay had set you up at the front desk, putting you in charge of checking in guests. And when it was slow, the Woodstone ghosts often found their way to you if Sam was busy.
One ghost in particular liked to hang around you, Trevor. He was the definition of an overgrown frat brother, with a lazy smirk and incessant flirtatious attitude. Every time he sauntered up to the front desk, calling your name, you made a habit of rolling your eyes.
“Good morning,” you greeted, tone flat as you clicked away on the computer.
Trevor leaned against the desk, his gaze burning into the side of your face. “How you doin’?” he said, and you sighed.
“Watching Friends again, I see?”
He blew air from his cheeks, deflating just slightly. “I’m a little rusty, okay?”
“Rusty? At what?”
“This,” he pointed between you and him. “Flirting.”
You laughed and shook your head. “Is that what’s happening?”
“Well, yeah. My flirting with Sam is useless because she and Jay are annoyingly sweet together. But you…” Trevor trailed on, a smirk on his lips and a certain cocky attitude wrapped up in his voice.
“I hate to burst your bubble, no-pants, but we’re not exactly… compatible.”
He raised his brows. “Because I’m dead?” You winced slightly. You didn’t want to be the one to say it; some ghosts were really sensitive to that, but Trevor didn’t seem too bothered. He shrugged like he saw it as no big deal. “I see that as a minor roadblock.”
As much as you wanted to roll your eyes once more and shut him down, you were impressed at his relentlessness.
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You thought after a couple of weeks of working at Woodstone, Trevor’s ploy to win you over would fade alongside his attention. But he started to hang around you even more than when you first started, and you two had created a weird but kind of nice rapport of his continued flirting, peppered with more authentic conversations sprinkled in. He told you stories of his college days and the assholes he befriended before they ended up killing him in that every house. You told him about your own school days and how you were currently floating through the motions of young adulthood, trying to figure things out.
“Scoring a job here was nice,” you said, comfortably resting your elbows on the front desk as Trevor stood across from you, listening intently.
“Yeah,” he said. “Sam and Jay are pretty cool.” He paused, toying with the end of his tie. “So, you think you’ll stick around?”
A small smile fell across your lips. “I think so. Things are pretty interesting around here.”
“Well, if you ever want them to be more interesting, let me know.”
“Oh, yeah?” you asked, raising your brows.
“Oh yeah. I could rile up the basement ghosts, convince Thor minivans are enemy warships, you name it.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You are something else.”
“Careful,” he teased. “That almost sounded like a compliment.”
“It was supposed to,” you replied, not missing a beat.
Trevor’s eyes widened just slightly, the smirk wiped right off his face and was replaced by something that resembled confusion with a slight fluster. Clearing his throat, he managed to say, “Oh.” You didn’t know ghosts could blush until that moment, even with their lack of blood, because Trevor’s cheeks tinted a light shade of pink as he made up some excuse to leave, mumbling something about helping Sass before he hurried away.
You chuckled, resuming your work as another guest popped in.
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To say your dating life was pathetic would be a polite understatement. It was almost nonexistent, which is why when an attractive-looking person popped up on the dating app you forced yourself to get, you got your hopes up a little too high. Sam had encouraged you to go out on a date with them, excitingly helping you get ready and everything.
You had been excited, believing it was a fresh start for you. First a new job and then a new romantic interest. Unfortunately, after waiting at the restaurant, alone, for a solid hour, you realized your dating life had quickly circled back around to being pathetic. Embarrassment didn’t quite cover how you felt as you left the restaurant and headed back home to wallow.
The following day at work, the second you stepped inside the mansion, Sam was there with an excited energy, ready to hear all about your date. She grabbed your hand and dragged you into the kitchen before you could protest. She had made tea and had left off sweets Jay had made for the guests yesterday. The other ghosts lounged around the kitchen too, and you felt even more embarrassed to talk about your total bust of a date around all of them.
But you slouched down in the one empty seat and let Sam push a mug of tea in front of you.
“Tell me everything!” she insisted.
You smiled politely but it didn’t stay on your face long before it morphed into a frown. “There’s not much to tell,” you sighed. “They stood me up.”
“Wait, seriously?” Trevor said, seated beside you, brows furrowed.
“No call, no apology, nothing. I sat there for an hour, like an idiot.” You rubbed your forehead, a scratchy feeling in your throat. There was no way you were going to cry in front of your boss and the ghosts. You tried to swallow down your emotions as you stared at the steam curling up from your tea.
Sam’s frown deepened. “I’m so sorry.”
“That is why you should meet suitors the old-fashioned way; not on the web,” Hetty said.
“People meet online all of the time,” Sam said. “Bad dates happen, but you’ll find someone.”
“At this rate, I’ll die alone,” you muttered before realizing your audience. “Sorry.”
“Dying alone not so bad,” Thor said, in his own odd way to cheer you up. “Die here!”
“Thor,” Sam sighed but you laughed lightly. “I’d prefer no one else to die in the house.”
The Viking shrugged. “Just suggestion.”
You picked at your fingernails, the same pit that’s been in your stomach since your ruined dinner last night turned.
Someone called from the entryway, the newest guest at the mansion. You moved to stand, but Sam waved you off. “I got it. You stay here, finish your tea.” You started to object, but she left before you could. With a huff, you sank back down in the chair.
“You’re young, you got plenty of time. If I learned anything from being alive, dating in your twenties is usually a, what’s that phrase Jay uses?”
Flower piped up, “A shit-show!”
Alberta nodded. “Yeah, a shit-show. Brush it off and get back out there, while you’re still young and hot.”
You smiled. “I’ll try. But you might be right, Hetty.” Maybe dating apps weren’t the way you were going to find someone. Old-fashioned dating sounded a little bit like a nightmare, but you figured it’d pay off more than mindless swiping through apps until another asshole stands you up.
“I normally am,” Hetty said.
The ghosts dispersed, going about their day-to-day while you lingered in the kitchen. Trevor stayed with you, quietly drumming his fingers against his bare knees. “At least you didn’t get catfished by a dead dude.”
“Excuse me?”
“I did that once,” he said. “Catfished Jay’s sister, actually. I didn’t know she was Jay’s sister at first, obviously. But, uh, yeah. It was a whole mess. I tried to possess her friend’s body, but he ended up almost dying, so it was a total bust. Then Sam started putting the iPad in the drawer.”
You laughed, that pit in your stomach easing just a little. “That’s insane,” you said. “A ghost on a dating app. For all know that’s why my date stood me up.” That sounded a little better than them just not being interested in meeting up with you in person. “But I doubt it.”
Trevor shrugged. “It’s possible.”
“I think it might just be me. I’ve never been great at the whole ‘dating’ thing.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Trevor said. “Looking like that, I’m surprised you don’t have every weekend booked.”
You shook your head, a little flattered and a little exasperated. “Definitely not. But by the sounds of it, you did.”
He smirked, throwing his hands up in a ‘what can I say’ gesture. “I got around, if that’s what you’re implying.”
It was odd, being around ghosts. To you, it never felt super different than hanging around livings. Besides the ability to touch them, the ghosts were every bit as real as Sam and Jay. You had started to forget that the Woodstone ghosts were just that, until they did something that knocked you back to reality. Trevor, being the most recent death, made it even harder to tell the difference. You could almost convince yourself he was living.
“Did you ever have a serious relationship before you died?” you asked, curious.
Trevor thought for a moment before he shook his head. “Nah. I was having too much fun being a bachelor and screwing around with my buddies to care about anything serious.” He paused, his smug attitude slipping away a little. “I didn’t know I was gonna end up dying before I could, though. I guess I would have liked to.”
“You guess?”
He looked a little zoned out, staring at something across the kitchen with his brows slightly knitted together. “I don’t know, I didn’t think much about it until I died.”
Sympathy fell hard against your shoulders, and you itched to reach out to Trevor and offer some kind of comfort but you couldn’t. Instead, you said, “I’m sorry.”
He tried to brush it off, regaining his normal composure but it didn’t shine in his eyes like it usually did. “It’s whatever. I don’t ever have to worry about going on a first date again, which is nice; those were always awful. And getting your heart broken probably sucks, so at least I’ll miss out on that.”
“You never had your heart broken?” you asked, impressed. Even though you’ve never had a super-serious relationship, you had a tendency to fall for your crushes hard, which usually resulted in a broken heart.
“Nope.”
“That’s pretty lucky,” you said. If you could go the rest of your life without a broken heart, you thought that’d be nice.
--
“It’s an interesting choice for a bachelor party, don’t you think?” Alberta said, but you had to ignore her because of the group of men you were checking in. You did agree though. The B&B was perfect for weddings and romantic weekend getaways. It was the kind of place you brought a family or your parents, not a bachelor party. But the men didn’t look like the kind to get too rowdy. The groom, in your small talk, had said they were just looking for a quiet weekend to unwind before the wedding chaos. They wanted to play video games and board games, drink whiskey, and catch whatever game was on TV. It was rather sweet, you thought.
“You’re all set. Is there anything else I can do for you?” The groom said no before thanking you and leading his small group of friends up the stairs. They weren’t up there for long though. After they carried in their bags and settled in, the group was back in the entryway, waiting for a car to take them into town, where they planned to bar-hop for the evening.
One of the groomsmen found himself at the front counter, handsome and smiley as he met your gaze.
“Do you have any bar recommendations? So far, our ‘bar-crawl’ only consists of two bars,” the groomsman asked.
You hummed in thought before replying, “The Black Dog is nice. It’s right on Main Street, if you’re heading downtown.”
“Do you hang out there often?”
“Sometimes.”
“So it has pretty company then, huh?” Your eyes widened and a flustered laugh fell from your lips.
From a couple of feet away, some of the ghosts had gathered to observe the new guests. A loud scoff sounded from Trevor before he said, “Seriously?”
You ignored him in favor of not looking crazy in front of the guests. “Oh, uh, no-”
“Oh, come on,” the groomsman said. “I’d say you’re pretty, really pretty, actually.”
Your face felt hot, and you tried to focus on the man in front of you, but the ghosts refused to stop talking.
“Get a load of this guy,” Trevor huffed.
“He’s got game, I’ll give him that,” Alberta said, to which Trevor scoffed once more. “What? Look at him.”
“Thank you,” you said.
The groomsman tilted his head to the side, pausing for a beat before he said, “Would it be too much to ask when you get off work?”
“A little.”
He held his hands up and chuckled. “Fair enough.”
“This can’t seriously be working on you?” Trevor said. “Look at this guy! He’s got khakis and a polo on!”
“At least he is wearing pants,” said Hetty.
“Unbelievable.” Trevor got closer to the counter, much to your disdain. It was hard enough trying to look sane in front of the guests when the ghosts were talking to each other, let alone you. “You’re clearly out of his league-”
“Enough!” you said, raising your voice regrettably so.
The groomsman looked at you oddly. “Whoa, sorry I-”
“No!” you quickly cut him off. “Not you! I was, um, I-”
“Dude, let’s go! The car’s here!” the groom shouted from the front door, beckoning the groomsman over.
He shot you one last smile, dipping his head in goodbye as he followed his friends out of the mansion. The door closed loudly behind them before the house was drenched in cold silence. The ghosts all stood quietly as you glared. “How many times have you asked you guys not to talk to me when I’m helping guests?”
“I don’t know if that counted as helping-” Sass started but shut his mouth when you shifted your glare onto him.
You mumbled under your breath before you left the front counter and bee-lined for the kitchen. Sam and Jay were out for the evening, leaving the mansion in your hands.
You only got a singular second to yourself before Trevor appeared in the room with you. Rubbing your fingers against your forehead, you asked him. “What was that?”
He pressed his lips into a thin line for a moment before he shrugged and said, “He was flirting with you, clearly, and was out of your league like I said.”
You stared at him, the way he fiddled with his tie and avoided your eyes. Then it hit you. “Are you jealous?”
He blinked. “W-What? No…” By the way, his voice trailed off, you felt a terrible knot tangle in your stomach.
“Trevor…”
“Don’t,” he quickly said, shaking his head. “Don’t do that. I don’t…I don’t need that,” he gestured to the very clear glaze of pity in your eyes, but you couldn’t help it. You felt bad, really, terribly bad.
A heavy breath slipped from your lips as you walked toward him, placing yourself right in front of him. His lips tugged downward in a still sadness that made your heart ache. “I’m really sorry.”
Trevor sighed, “Don’t be. It’s…ugh.” He pressed his hands against his eyes, laughing bitterly at himself. “I’m dead,” he said. “You’re not.”
“Yeah,” you breathed out, unsure of what else to say. Maybe if you had met him in a different life, one where you both were either alive or dead, you’d take his flirting more to heart. But that wasn’t your current situation. You existed in different realms, untouchable but on each other’s paths. You’d never described your ability as cruel until that moment.
“And I’m an idiot,” he added.
“No, you’re not. If things were different…” Even saying the words aloud, they felt bitter on your tongue, doing more harm than good. You could tell by the wince that twitched in Trevor’s face.
He smiled sadly, recovering from just the implication of your unfinished sentence. “But they’re not.” He let out a breathy sigh before he nodded his head toward the kitchen door. “I’m gonna go,” he said, slipping away before you could say anything else.
--
The next couple of days passed uncomfortably inside the mansion. Trevor barely showed his face, and you felt worse and worse by the hour. Hetty and Issac kept you company at the front desk, making light conversation between their reassurance that Trevor would be okay. But your guilt weighed on you. You didn’t know how to make it better; you feared you wouldn’t be able to.
But things came to a turn on the last day the bachelor party was there. The handsome groomsman had left his number on a slip of paper that you crumbled and shoved in your pocket, heavy on your side. You watched as they pulled out of the driveway and when you were alone, you unrolled the paper with his number, staring at it so intently you missed a presence appear beside you.
“You should call him.” Trevor’s voice started you. You yelped and clutched your heart, which brought a small smile to his lips.
“What?”
He sighed, shifting in his shoes and looking a little unsure of himself. “That’s his number, right?” You nodded. “You should call him.”
“Oh, no-”
Trevor cut you off. “Why not?” Because you felt bad, but you didn’t need to say that for Trevor to understand. “Don’t not call him because of me. Seriously, I…I lied when I said I’ve never had my heart broken.”
You peered at him, confused. “Why?”
“Because it sounded a little pathetic to say I crush hard. I liked my recess teacher so much that I cried like a baby when I had to move to fourth grade. In high school, my girlfriend of two weeks broke up with me because she was moving schools and I faked sick for three days because I was so, embarrassingly heartbroken. It’s just how I am,” he admitted, much to your surprise. “But I’ll get over it. It’s like not it would have worked out with me being dead and all. It was stupid.”
“It wasn’t stupid,” you said. “And you’re not pathetic. It’s sweet, actually. Really sweet.”
Trevor shrugged. “I’m glad someone thinks so.” He pointed a finger at the paper in your hands. “Call him, okay? You deserve a good date, the old-fashioned way.”
And so you did, the old-fashioned way.
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