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tristan dugray with baby fever

STOOOOOOOP PLEASE PLEASE KEEP GOING

no bc we've already established a LOT about Tristin. he's dedicated. obsessivley so, even. once he HAS you he doesn't get jealous in a petty way as much as in a puffing out his chest birds acting eccentric to defend their turf way. when he gets jealous the pda goes in FULL SWING. he is so shameless and has just a little sprinkle winkle of bull energy. so you would think that his baby fever comes from this obsessive lovey dovey I want everyone to look at you and know you're mine place right???????? not quite. like it does but not till later. Tristin's baby fever is soul crushingly gut punchingly triggered by watching you interact with a little kid. Chilton is a k-12 school, so this probably started late in your senior year. there was some little kid who was new and got horribly lost and ended up in the high school building instead of the kindergarten building. you and Tristin saw her hiding behind a bench and you stopped to help her. Tristin stood nearby, watching the way you crouched down and introduced yourself in a gentle voice, the softness of your demenor to not scare her. you told her you get lost all the time, and it's normal for a new school to feel scary until you get used to it. you smooth her hair and tell her chilton is really fun and the other kids are nice. you tell her how great the cafeteria is and how cool the junglegym is at recess. you offer to help her find her kindergarten room, and Tristin watches with wide eyes and changing brain chemistry as you scoop up this adorable little kid wearing a backpack as big as she is and walk over to him.

"This is my friend Tristin. Tristin, this is Lilly. Do you wanna walk with us to the kindergarten building?"

Lilly tries to say hi but hides shyly as you chuckle. Tristin walks with you two all the way across campus as you two show Lilly all the cool statues and portraits, all the old trophys and class photos along the way. Tristin works his magic, charming giggles and smiles out of Lilly as you two turn a terrible first day into a pretty good one. You each hold one of her hands and swing her along as you finally reach the kindergarten building, smiling and giggling right along with her until she's safely dropped off at her kindergarten room. Mrs. Benning, the teacher, thanks both of you profusely. Before you part ways, you give Lilly a hug and high five for good luck. Mrs. Benning sends ahead a note so neither of you get in trouble for missing class, and I swear to god, Tristin does not stop thinking about it for weeks.

Flash forward a couple years, Tristin is almost out of college and ready to step into the marketing department of the family business, just like his parents and grandparents planned. One day he gets a call from his dad, telling him that his cousin Honor's baby shower is coming up soon, giving him the details of when to be there and what to bring, but he kind of stops listening after that. Honor's having a baby? like, his cousin Honor? the one that's not too much older than you and him? he stares at you sitting on the floor in front of a mirror, doing your makeup and wearing one of his shirts with the coffee he made you at your side, and suddenly he can't stop thinking about a little toddler that looks just like the both of you running over and sitting in your lap while you do your makeup. calling you mama, shaking a rattle or whatever toddlers play with, wearing those little pajamas with the feet on them... and now it's all he can think about. he knows his dad and grandpa have had his life planned out for him since before he was born, he always knew the timeline was graduate, marriage, kids, take over the family business and he really never had like... a resentful "I hate my destiny" phase with it. Up until high school he was very much in the "oh that's years away that doesn't have anything to do with me and my life yet" mindset. then he met you. and now, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom in your shared apartment watching you get ready, Tristin is overcome with desire. he wants you. he wants a life with you, he wants to hear you say that he's the father of your child. he wants an unbreakable, irreversable bond of every possible kind with you. chemical, social, legal, eveything. he wants to cuff you, to lock you in. he wants to sleep at night knowing that your and his babies, toddlers, kids, are sleeping soundly in their cozy rooms right down the hall, that you get to sleep next to your husband Tristin, the father of your children Tristin. he wants to hear people call you Mrs. Dugray, wants to bump up his old man to a grandpa, prove to his dad how a dad should treat his children. he wants to break the godforsaken generation cycle that always seems to come with the generational wealth, and raise your kids to be loved and happy and secure. and in that moment, he speedran through all the stages of baby fever to stage 4 extreme terminal the baby fever is baby fevering kinda baby fever. god help you, the (surprisingly short) span of time between now and when you get pregnant???? he's going to be more insufferable than ever.

I will be writing more about how insufferable and nightmare and evil /pos tristin is with baby fever just not in this ask cause it's getting too long. send me more excuses to talk about this.

#drabbles #tristin dugray #tristin dugray x reader #tristin dugray drabbles #baby fever #gilmore girls #gilmore girls drabbles #gilmore girls x reader #dad!tristin dugray #tristin with baby fever is a NIGHTMAREEEEEE #AUUUUGHHHHHHH HES SO CHARMING #he's so so so he's so he's he's heeeee'ssssss #“aww look how cute mary... think we could do better?”#AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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spookitordukeit · 6 months ago

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Harper is spinning in my mind on a little microwave dish so ig it’s time to write more… I am burdened with inspiration…😔 Oh yeah! I’m calling this fic, Do You Know Who You Know?

Okay okay, so we’ve established that Harper is autistic. She was diagnosed at an early age thanks to Grandma’s insistence that she be evaluated. Grandma is also autistic and grew up not knowing until her like, 40’s. So she immediately clocked that child and said, ‘you’re not going to struggle like I did. Let’s go and get you all sorted, okay precious?’ And then didn’t wait for an answer lol.

Of course that didn’t help Harper be any more desirable in her parents eyes, but at least Harper knew and had grandma to help her.

Autism for Harper manifests Itself mainly in her emotions and communication styles. She’s highly empathetic, to the point of her own detriment at times. She originally struggled a lot with reading faces and body language, so she studied it obsessively as a younger child/teen. She’s very careful when speaking with people of high importance and often writes scripts for herself to follow. If it’s someone really important to her parents, she’ll write more then ten possible scripts just incase certain topics or questions comes up.

She really tries not to, but if something pops up out of left field and she has no previous experience or script to lean on, she’ll freeze or ‘blue-screen’ for a couple moments before she can come up with something. Harper trips over her words a lot more often when she slips up like that, so she always tries to be prepared for anything.

Harper is very sensitive to disapproval or rejection. She can pick up on it through a single twitch in the face or a tiny shift in tone. It puts a pit in her stomach and she’ll either start mentally backpedaling over her words to find the problem or try to shift the subject.

She can get irritated easily when put in an unfamiliar environment. She likes sticking to places or people she’s familiar with, and won’t go out of her way to try new things or meet new people.

With friends she has no scale. You’re either her friend or your not. She doesn’t have ‘close’ friends and ‘not close’ friends. If you’re her friend then you’re her friend, it’s nothing more complicated then that. She doesn’t understand how people have multiple types of friends or different groups of them. It’s something she’s never really gotten.

Harper gets quiet when she’s angry. Both to keep from saying something she’ll regret, and that she just can’t speak after a certain point. She either completely shuts down, or speaking just feels so hard. Like she’s a heavy weight and moving her mouth to speak would be like lifting boulders.

She gets burning and itching sensations when she’s upset or overwhelmed. It feels like her bones are buzzing and there’s ants under her skin. She’ll end up scratching at her arms and neck if it gets too bad. She tries, she really tries not to do it in public, but sometimes it just gets to be too much to ignore.

Her first reaction to something or someone unpleasant is to freeze. Then she gets ‘aggressive’. I put that in quotations because she’ll never throw down or get physical, but she’ll spit venom and hit you wear it hurts verbally. She studied people a lot as a child. It’s not hard to guess people’s emotional wounds.

Internally though, she’s a mix of Irritation, anger, anxiety and fear during those kinds of situations. So she tries her absolute best to avoid confrontation. A bit of a people pleaser, she is.

And as we know, having autism can also leave you at higher risks for things like depression, anxiety, self harming tendencies, and eating disorders… Harper was not lucky enough to avoid these. Not in her current environment, at least.

Eating is a bit difficult, she’ll try a few new things at least once, but if it’s bad the first time then she’s never putting that in her mouth again. Thank you very much. She likes just about any pasta, and hates pb&j’s. If there’s not something she wants to eat within her immediate vicinity(the fridge), then she just won’t eat. And sometimes she just forgets to…

After something stressful or upsetting, Harper will immediately seek comfort, whether she realizes it or not. Soothing sounds, repetitive motions and pressure are great. And if she has no one to provide it, she has tons of weighted blankets and massive plushies in her bed to turn to. Along with her cats of course. Harper will still buy new plushies in moments of weakness… no matter how large her collection has grown.

One thing about Harper’s soul is that it’s a bit of a time bomb. In her universe, most people are very open and transparent with there emotions. But being raised as what is essentially a modern aristocrat, and her tendency to overcompensate for her weaknesses (autism), Harper keeps her soul on lock down. To other people it just feels like nothing, but to Monsters, it feels like dead tv static. Unnerving to listen to and be around. And generally seen as either dangerous, or untrustworthy.

She keeps her emotions locked up, it took a lot of practice, but she mastered it to the point that she only slips up when she’s caught off guard. When that happens, it’s like a tidal wave for whoever is around. It’s like being in a quiet room for hours only to have a megaphone go off right next to your ear.

Harper tries her best, but sometimes her best just isn’t enough. And not everyone is willing to try and understand. Especially if they already have some… preconceived notion’s.

Augh. My fic concepts I posted a bit ago have been getting more attention lately, so mayhaps I will delve further…

I’ve already gone deeper into the Blue Joins The Bad San’s Gang idea, so next I think I’ll work on the anti-harem one >:3

Okay okay. Harper is our MC, and her sister is Kristen. They come from a very well off family, bulit off of high end jobs and generational wealth.

The parents are distant at best. Mother is a model and fashionista, and Father is the numbers guy everyone wants on their side. They all smile for the camera, but at home…

Kristen is the older sister and the apple of their parents eyes. The golden child. She and Harper look similar in appearance, some may even mistake the two as twins. They both have dark hair and bright eyes. They both have tanned and a rich, healthy flush that brings a warmth to their features.

And yet Kristen is the somehow always more wanted.

There’s nothing that Harper can see that would make her parents favor her sister over her, other then that Kristen is older. They get similar grades, receive similar awards. Get accepted into high prestige schools and make connections with people of similar standing.

They even share the same type of soul. And yet Kristen is always favored.

It leaves Harper to grow up angry and bitter. She’s not crass, no no. She wouldn’t purposely disappoint her parents. But she is snide and keeps a dark and curdling wickedness locked tight inside her. Something only Kristen brings out in her.

She is angry. Hurt. Shunned for no reason she can decipher. She’s quietly pessimistic and self sabotaging, she’s a confused, wounded animal who will flee at the first sign of rejection.

But Grandmother, her sweet, loving grandmother- she sees Harper. She knows her. She understands. She’s how Harper got diagnosed as a child, she helped Harper gain understanding on why she sometimes acted the way she did. Not that Harper knew what ‘autism’ meant at the time, but it was a relief for child-her to know that there was something different about her. It wasn’t just in her head.

Grandma is Harpers only friend for most of her life, as sad as it is to say. Harper spends her childhood and teen years running to Grandma’s with angry tears in her eyes. Face flushed bright red and blotchy. ‘Unbecoming’ Mother says.

Grandma never says anything like that. She just holds her tight and hums her old songs she likes to hum until Harper can speak again without her bones feeling ready to buzz out of her skin.

There’s no one to hold her tight and hum songs at Grandmas funeral.

It’s a long and aching affair that punches deep and bleeding holes into her already scarred soul. She grows even quieter, stewing in the black, broiling ichor that coats her thoughts every day.

She takes comfort in Grandmas house, left to Harper in her will. She doesn’t even care that Kristen moves in without so much of a hello, encouraged by their parents. It doesn’t matter.

She can keep Grandma close in the aged wood of the house. She can keep smelling traces of her perfum in odd corners, she can keep hearing her hum her old songs in the way the foundation settles. Harper can still keep Grandmas memory alive in her heart. And that’s all she cares about.

But living in the universal nexus, nothing stays simple for long.

Harper is in collage when the newest wave of verses appear from the mountains. It’s nothing new, verses pop up every few years or so, and either they stick around or go find a universe of their own to fill. It’s none of Harpers business what they do or where they stay.

… it’s none of Harpers business who Kristen befriends. It’s none of her business who she brings around in Grandm— Harpers, house.

Harper has her own friends that she brings around. It would be unfair of her. Nightbat and Metty are sweet. They care about her, they take care of her. They ask if she’s eaten and if she’s slept well. They hold her tight when she can’t speak, and they hum Grandmas old songs… her friendship with Nightbat and Metty is soft and gentle. It’s simple and unquestionable. Need a place to crash? Come stay with us. Hungry? Well me and Nighty made too much pizza last night, have some. Can’t sleep? Nighty’s real good at imbuing collars, and you know how strong his melatonin is. Can’t talk? Upset? Need a sec? Operation GH&H is a go!

It’s nice, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything. She’s… okay, with how life is. She doesn’t want anything to change. She can’t handle any more change.

… recently, Kristen has been bringing her new friends by. They look at everything in wonder, and Harper knows they must be the new arrivals. Blue is a loud and excitable fellow, eager to learn and conquer new ‘quests’.

Stretch is quieter, slouched in a way that Harper reads as purposeful. He talks slow and walks even slower. He looks calm, opting to hang back and observe his surroundings while his brother jumps from place to place.

She doesn’t quite know how, but her and Stretch end up talking. They watch each other, reading little movements and gestures, the things that go unspoken. It’s… new.

She isn’t sure if this is a good of bad new.

Kristen seems hellbent on bringing every skeleton Monster within a fifty mile radius into gran- Harper’s house. Harper hadn’t realized just how many verses had popped up this time. She counts five, if each set of brothers is from a different verse.

She isn’t sure why her older sister is dead set on befriending every one of them, or even how she found them all. She tries to keep her interactions with Kristen to a minimum. Harper has the whole of the attic to herself, Kristen can do whatever she wants down there as long as she doesn’t burn or break anything.

Things… get tense when Kristen gives her latest and most fantastical proposal. She’s always coming up with wild ideas, and sometimes they work. But lodging ten newly surfaced Monsters? Sure- they have the room, but…

But Blue is looking at her with stars in his sockets, and Stretch is trying (and failing) to not look as hopeful as she knows he is. Harper and him have talked, with all the new Monsters coming up at once, with five versus, finding homes, temporary or not has been difficult.

There’s an itch under her skin as she agrees, seeing Kristen look so pleased at having backed her into a corner makes her grit her teeth enough to ache as she excuses herself to take a walk.

There’s a parade of skeletons outside.

Harper gets into her car, fire ants crawling under her skin as she pulls up to Metty and Nightbat’s house. They don’t ask questions.

Harper doesn’t speak for the rest of the night.

It’s late so I’ll just leave this as is. Maybe I’ll expand more idk I’m eepy

#dykwyk?#Undertale #lore building #I’m actually insane #utmv #utmv au #undertale au #man I talk a lot #who let this happen?#anyway #Harper is my babygirl and I love her can you tell?#SHH! I’m not projecting onto Harper you are🫵 don’t look at me look at her she’s so baby Hdbdhdh #sans #Papyrus #auuuughhhhhhh

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