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On the Clock!
C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader
<Previous Chapter Next Chapter>
Chapter 7
"Darling, I'd hold you."
trigger warning: Slight mentions of sewerslide
--One new message--
Wilbur:
Goodnight.
Delivered: 12:34 A.M.
The light from my screen flashed far too brightly for my tired eyes. Unenthusiastically, I rolled out of my bed and checked the clock on the wall for the time because even though that had been the initial reason for looking at my phone, I forgot to check. It was ten in the morning, not exactly, but close enough. I didn't have any big plans for today except maybe searching online again for available higher paying jobs than the gas station in case I never get an email back from the coffee shop. I didn't want to stop working with Wilbur. In reality, I think he's the only reason I've stayed for as long as I have... but I can't keep living off of this current paycheck. I'm so far behind on my rent and the station doesn't allow me to work more than a certain amount of hours.
Wilbur and I... it's complicated. We're bestfriends, but that only lasts for as long as I'm clocked in. Maybe we're just coworkers after all. Does he see me how I see him? He's always been so quiet about his life outside of work- I am too, but for some reason, it's just different with him. I'd be willing to talk about all of my shit with him if he asked... but he never has. I'm not sure why that bothers me so much. Usually, I get angry when someone tries to be all in my business, but I want him to ask. I want him to care. Maybe the fact that he doesn't ask means that he just doesn't care.
I wipe my hands across my face as I stare at my disheveled appearance in the small bathroom's mirror. How did thinking about work become an anxious conversation with myself about whether or not Wilbur actually sees me as a friend? My brain was clearly a mess today.
After I finished getting myself dressed for the day, I padded through my phone, checking my email for any response about the second interview. I was probably just kidding myself though, surely I was getting my hopes up like always and the position had already been filled by yet another mediocre teenager being forced to appease their parents. I was getting sick of working stupid low-paying jobs at twenty-four. I should have just listened to my parents and let them pay for my way into med school, but no. I had to want to be an artist.
I decided to shoot Wilbur a text. Maybe it wasn't a busy day at work and texting him would keep me distracted for a few minutes.
Y/n:
Hey what's up?
I sent the text and tossed my phone to the side but turned on my ringer before so that way I could hear when he responded.
My phone lay silent on the bed for a while as I went bout cleaning up my small apartment. I sprayed some cheap air freshener to attempt to remove the smoke-stained smell that came as an addition to the apartment. There were worse smells that the apartment could have smelled like, but I wasn't sure how the previous owner even got away with that much smoking inside when the apartment complex owner was very uptight about what went on inside each apartment, especially smoking. I brushed off the question before accidentally inhaling too much of the freshly sprayed air freshener that smelled like lavender. I coughed slightly, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. It wasn't a pleasant lavender, I couldn't quite explain it but the smell was just far too sweet and it burned my nose. For better or worse, the spray didn't actually last that long and I was beginning to debate just buying a slightly more expensive brand of air freshener with how fast I had been going through these cans.
My phone chimed which caught my attention.
Wilbur:
Just a lot of work. It's my day to stock shelves and Darrien isn't here to help at the register.
I looked at the message and knew the stress that he was going through. Stocking wasn't a fun job but usually I had Wilbur to at least work the register while I did it. I looked at the clock and saw it was getting closer to noon which meant the store was fixing to be at its second busiest time of the day. I let out a sigh before shooting Wilbur a text back that I knew I'd probably regret.
Y/n:
Need me to come in and help?
Wilbur:
Aww
care about me enough to work on your day off?
"I knew I'd regret it," I said aloud to no one except myself.
Y/n:
Nevermind.
I'm staying at home.
Wilbur:
No no no! Please come 😭
It'd actually help a lot.
Y/n:
...
Wilbur:
Please🙏
Y/n:
Wilbur:
Fine😭
But I will make fun of you ten times more this next week
Y/n:
Calm down I'm getting in my truck😭
Wilbur:
😁
Y/n:
Smh
Wilbur:
Thank you.
Y/n:
Whatever.
get to work
When I made it to the station I realized that I forgot my earbuds at home. This only meant one thing: I got the pleasure of annoying Wilbur more Wilbur got to listen to my amazing voice waaay more.
I opened the door, to which the chime rang loudly. Wilbur didn't lift his head and just said "Hey welcome in, I'll be with you in a second."
I went up behind his crouched form and just stood over him. He took out his earbuds and looked up with a confused expression until he realized that it was me standing above him. It was weird seeing him from a high angle. Usually, Wilbur was always standing above me and I'd strain my neck to meet his eyes. But now, Wilbur was below me, his head cocked up to meet my eyes and a relieved expression on his face.
"Thank god. I think if I had to deal with one more redneck hick, I'd actually shoot myself," Wilbur said sounding exhausted.
"Right well, let's not actually do that," I laughed nervously.
"Obviously," Wilbur didn't look up as he muttered back quietly and only continued to place boxes of candy bars on shelves.
"Wilbur?" I asked quietly. He didn't turn to look, in fact, he didn't do anything at all to motion that he had even heard what I had said. "You would never actually do anything like that... would you?"
Wilbur finally stopped filling the shelves with useless junk that appealed to people who actually could afford to enjoy luxuries such as random overpriced candies. His arms fell to his side before he let out a small sigh. He turned and met my eyes slowly, "I'm not going to do anything like that, Y/n."
A wave of relief flooded over me. I gave him a small smile before offering a hand to help him off of the floor. His fingers reached up and clasped over my hand as I pulled hard to get him off the dirty ground. As I pulled him up, he did something unexpected. Wilbur's arms came around my body, holding me close to him in a hug. His body was freezing cold as he clung tight to me. He stood there in silence for a moment and somehow it didn't feel awkward, instead, it felt nice to be comforted. I think the last time I hugged someone who wasn't a stuffed animal was when I had my last boyfriend during my senior year of high school. But he's a story for a different time. Wilbur squeezed tight once more before saying "You shouldn't worry about me so much," and then letting go and picking up his empty box and tossing it to the side. "You remind me of Tommy in that aspect." This also caught me by surprise. He didn't often talk about Tommy, and if he did, it was just the version of him in his book.
"How so?" I asked after a moment of silence.
"He was far too caring." It was a moment more filled with silence and Wilbur's feet shuffling to go grab another box to unpack. "Tommy saw the bad that I had done and still cared for me. Not only that but he looked up to me. I used to think his loyalty was a good thing... but having time to reflect on this, I think his loyalty to me got him into far more trouble than it was worth."
"So the real Tommy's a lot like book Tommy?"
Wilbur chuckled dryly. "You could say that."
I nodded before coming up with another question. I debated on even asking for a moment but inevitably I did ask, "So what happened to you and Tommy? Why don't you see him anymore?" My breath got caught in my throat before I went on further to say, "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to... obviously."
He shook his head while he kept filling shelves, "No, It's alright. I had to leave for Tommy's sake. I had done some pretty messed up shit to him and I can't ever make it better. The worst part about it all though... I didn't even know how to apologize. I went around for days apologizing to all of these people, but when it came to it... I just didn't know how to say it to him. I just left, and now I'm here."
I slowly absorbed everything Wilbur had told me. I wondered what he could have done that was so bad to make him feel he had to leave. "I'm sure he understands, Wilbur."
"That's part of the problem," he answered back far too quickly. "The problem with me apologizing to Tommy is that he either forgives me which makes him stupid, or he doesn't... which I don't think I'd ever be able to have a shot at forgiving myself if Tommy didn't forgive me too."
I bit the inside of my lip anxiously. "The thing is, Wilbur, you're just a person like the rest of us. We only get one shot at living and we're all going to make mistakes. The best thing that we can do is recognize those mistakes and learn from them. And if he doesn't forgive you, then that's okay. You just have to accept that and keep living, because giving up in any form is unacceptable. You can be sad and take a break... but you can't give up."
Wilbur sat still for a second before turning his head to look at me. A small smile was draped on his lips as he looked grateful for my words. "Thank you, Y/n." He laughed slightly, "You're not too bad at making people feel better, you ever considered a job in therapy?"
"Gahhh!" I groaned, "Now you sound like my parents." I shook my head, "You need to be a doctor, why not be a lawyer, you need to be making a lot of money," I mocked their endless nagging.
Wilbur laughed again, "Y/n, I think you should do what makes you the happiest."
His words, they lingered in my mind and ate me up inside. I dreamed of my parents saying that to me. A cheesy smile smeared across my face. "You're such a sap, Wilbur," I beamed.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head before tossing away another box. "Don't you have a show to watch or something?" he jokingly groaned.
"Nope," I said popping the p. "My Netflix subscription got canceled," I said trying to laugh off something that actually upset me.
"Lovely," Wilbur said sarcastically, not catching the way my smile dropped for a second after I had told him. Or maybe he did notice... maybe he just didn't care to ask.
"Yep, now you get to listen to me yap all day," I laughed out loud, trying to drown out the previous thoughts with sounds of joy even if they were faked.
"I feel like I deserve this for how many Wednesdays I've annoyed you."
"Exactly."
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It was now later in the evening, Wilbur had finished stocking the shelves and was cleaning up the store a little bit. I finished bagging a customer's snacks and watched as they walked out the door with a small chime following the motion of the door swinging open and shut. Wilbur leaned the broom against the wall and sighed, tugging at the collar of his work shirt uncomfortably before walking over to the front counter where I sat on a stool with my head leaned against the cool tabletop. "You can leave if you want."
I froze as he said this, afraid that maybe he didn't really want me here anymore. Jokingly I said back, "I see how it is, you don't want me here." I teased him but hoped to see a genuine reaction from him.
"That's not what I meant and you know that," he said seriously but a small smile shone slightly on his lips.
I laughed softly but faintly said, "And what if I didn't know that?"
"huh?" Wilbur turned his full attention to me but it was clear that he hadn't caught what I had said.
"Nothing," I spoke much more firmly. "Want to practice your mixing skills?" I asked changing the subject.
WIlbur's face quirked up into a smile but it slowly faded. "I probably shouldn't come into work hungover for a second time this week."
I nodded in understanding. "How much longer are you thinking about staying open?" I asked.
"Probably another hour or two." I checked my phone for the time, it was only six in the afternoon.
"That's pretty early to close up," I mentioned.
"We usually close earlier, mostly because Daxton isn't much help but after six nobody really drives through here."
"I mean it's not like this place is in the middle of nowhere," I laughed sarcastically.
Wilbur laughed too, but something felt off with his laugh. I couldn't quite explain it but it had an underlying sadness to it that I could feel in my chest. That feeling sat as a heavyweight, a weight that I couldn't push off, and so I asked, "What's wrong, Wilbur?"
"What do you mean?" he laughed again at my question as if he thought I didn't notice. I wasn't blind. I didn't know everything about Wilbur, but I could tell that he wasn't his usual self. While Wilbur wasn't always the happiest-looking person, he was usually able to at least laugh at a joke.
"I mean..." I thought for a second, "You just seem off today."
Wilbur stood still for a moment before nodding. "You really should look into a psychology degree or something," he chuckled dryly. "But yeah, I'm not doing the greatest. I guess I've just been thinking about Tommy a lot here lately."
"That makes sense. He was like a brother to you, right?"
He gave another small dry laugh that sounded more sad than joyous, "Right. He meant a lot to me."
I let his words sink into me for just a brief moment. "Meant."
"What?"
"You said meant. Does he not still mean a lot to you?"
"Y/n... Tommy means the world to me," he said but he sounded as if there was more to say even though he stood silently.
"Okay...?"
"But I'm not sure I deserve to even think about him."
"Oh."
"I left him, Y/n. I ran. I thought it was the only good thing I could do for him because when I was in his life I made it so much worse for him. There was one point where he looked at me and it felt like he was scared... like he didn't even recognize my-" Wilbur's voice was breaking. He cut himself off, took a deep breath in and out, and swallowed hard before saying, "I was a horrible person to him."
I looked up at Wilbur. Surely this was as bad as things could get for him. There was no way things would get worse... but for some reason, I sat there and feared the worst for him. I sat there in silence and racked my brain for something to say, anything.
Wilbur stood in front of the counter, he was still like an ancient statue, breaking down and corroded. I sat still on the rickety stool with my hands in my lap.
Shakily he said, "You don't..." Wilbur paused as he tried to collect himself, "You don't have to say anything back."
I cursed myself, cursed myself out so loudly in my head that it became all I could hear. Why can't I speak? Why don't I have the right words to give him? I want so deeply to help him but I don't even know the first step to doing so. And in an instant... my mind cleared. Like a fresh breath of air after a deep swim in cold waters, these words came to me, "I'll hold onto you?"
"What?" Wilbur looked at me with a look of great confusion painted across his face.
"I'll hold onto you," I repeated. "I won't let you go down whatever route that you took again. I'll hold you accountable, and hold you up when you can no longer stand, I'll hold your hand and remind you who you really are, the Wilbur that I know. Darling, I'd hold you. I'd hold you because that's what friends are for. To be a support beam, to be a kind face, to just be there. So I'll hold you," I spoke the final few words so softly, and as I looked at his face, truly looking at him for the first time, I saw his eyes were watered up with tears.
"So then hold me."
A/N
I have a love-hate relationship with my writing.
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NSFW Micheal Afton Alphabet
Know that this was my first draft ever and i only just finished this, so if it gets more detailed as it goes, please ignore it! :)
Aftercare
Aftercare with Micheal is wonderful. He's praising you, complimenting you and basically worshipping you. Micheal runs you a bath and if your not in the mood, he'll give you the best hugs. Micheal's not great at cooking but he'll cook you your favourite meal and he'll put everything into it.
Body Part
Micheal likes his hands the best about himself as you are always begging him to do the most unmentionable things to you with them.
Micheal LOVES your thighs. Wearing a skirt which shows you thighs, you wearing a bikini...anything about your thighs is an instant turn on for him.
Cum
Okay, he is the most sweet boy and is constantly asking if your alright and if he can orgasm...but when he's in control he prefers to cum on your stomach.
Dirty Secret
Okay, Micheal (defiantly when he was a bit younger, 19sh) was and is still an absolute panty stealer. He has jerked off with your panties on his dick. He has even cum on some of your panties, then he'd stop seeing stars and relax from his orgasm and freak out. He'd buy you lingerie (online so he didn't seem like a total weirdo) and pick the ones with lace and were mainly purple lace - then would end up doing that again.
Basically, anything too do with you scent and it be your clothes, he will steal and only give back once he's put his own...mark...on it.
Experience
Not too experienced, yet not inexperienced. I guarantee he was a bit of a flirter when he was younger and was behind his father's back ALOT. So about 4/10 on the experience level, not really a bad thing. He can always learn.
Favourite Position
I think Micheal doesn't really have an opinion but if he had to choose would be reverse cowgirl, he's open to most things though.
Hair
Shaven pretty well, he's just loves to see what he's doing if you know what i mean.
Intimacy
Absolute sweetheart. He is so romantic. When it was his and yours first time, I imagine he would've picked a day and while you where out with friends (or anything but being at home) he would go out and buy you roses, buy bubble bath, some rose scent air freshener and anything he could think of that would make it special.
Jacking Off
As I previously said, he's a panty stealer and a massive thigh guy. I don't think he'd jerk off often, but if he saw you in a short skirt or some short shorts that man can not control himself.
Kink
I feel like Michael would definitely LOVE pet names and is a sucker for compliments.
All I can imagine is Michael sitting on a chair, you on his lap as he pounds into you, his pace sloppy, and him just holding you up by your thighs as you decide to see how he reacts too pet names and compliments. "Mikey, your...so good, darling~"
And like that, he is moaning and grunting softly and his pace quickens - then getting very sloppy.
Location
He'll never tell you this but you bent over a desk, ass showing, skirt rolled up, and he would go crazy. Face red, mumbling things that he'd never have to confidence to say too you.
He loves the idea of sending you dick-crazy over a desk.
No
I think Michael would be open to nearly everything but a few things, but if you were to do them things he would be instantly turned off.
Blindfolding (he doesn't know what's happening and it ruins it for him.)
Spanking You/Hiting You (you'd ask him and he would be weirded out. He doesn't want to hurt you to the point where it's not nice anymore.)
Motivation
All I'm saying is THIGHS. Your thighs are an absolute turn on. But, i feel like he doesn't need a lot of motivation.
Oral
He loves when you give him head as much as he loves tongue fucking you.
When you give him head, he can't keep his mouth quiet. "Hah...Mhn! Oooh...Ngh! Y-yes dear, your doing s-so good!" He can't keep his mouth shut and I feel like he'd pull you hair, therefore making you deepthroat him(if you weren't already 😏)
And if he's giving you oral, get something to dig your nails into and try not to scream.
Your legs are quaking in the first 40 seconds. "Mhnn...Good girl." He's constantly satisfying your need for compliments and is still managing to make you paint his tongue with your slick.
Pace
If your receiving oral, his tongue is going crazy but if we are talking about his dick he tends to be abit slower, but still fast.
Quickies?
....maybe. only if he is late for work but you also want him, but other than that? No.
He enjoys long and passionate sex, he's hard to bring to an orgasm and can go for a long time, especially on round one, so it's quite difficult to even do quickies.
Risk
He's not very risky, but when he was younger he was alot more risky than now. He was a horny teenager but grew out of it.
Stamina
He can defiantly go afew rounds but that doesn't mean he is sweating and nearly passes out after 4 rounds.
After 3 or 4 rounds he is absolutely ruined physically. He pulls out of you and rolls to lay next to you. "D--darling?" Michael pants out.
Toys
He owns them and I believe he's once used them but not really for him. He feels a sort of guilt as if you should be the only one that can do this to him. If we are talking about owning them for your pleasure, oh yes! He has a whole box hidden in his closet just for you.
Unfair?
He's very sweet but can be oddly unfair on the occasion. He sometimes enjoys seeing you beg for your rushing orgasm to not be ruined.
Volume
It depends. If he is the one in control and it's the 1st or 2nd round, he is normally quite quiet with occasional grunts but that's all. Yet, if you're in control it doesn't matter what round it is, you are quite likely to get a noise complaint. He sounds like a porn star the majority of the time.
If he is close to orgasm he is so incredibly whiny he sounds like a puppy.
''Oh please! Let me! I'll be good for you...So good-- ahhh...''
Wild Card.
You once found Michael in your's and his bedroom jerking off. You opened the door and there he was, head thrown bad, fucking his hand. It was a sight to see to be sure. He was a mess, hair stuck to his forehead via sweat, mouth agape, drool coming down his chin, his fucking his fist, moaning out your name, his legs shaking as his orgasm crawled up closer.
''Mikey, you okay, hm?'' You say as you walk up to him.
His head shoots up, his hands instantly change from a balled up fist, showing off his cock, to covering it. ''I--...I'm sorry! I couldn't wait, it hurt and-- and you were out shopping with friends...and i know that i should've just waite-'' He blabbers and continues to ramble.
''Mikey, it's alright, okay? Calm down. Why would I be angry about you enjoying yourself? Go back to it while I put my things away; then I'll help you out, sound good?'' You smiled as he calmed down.
And you kept your promise. Once you finished putting your new clothes away, you helped his prediciment.
X-ray
I think Mike is a good 6 inches. He's pretty girthy, but not too so that it hurts when inserted. His dick is perfect just like the poor horny boy <3
Yearning
I think when Michael was 18-19 he was a total man-whore. He would get with anyone he could as he just couldn't control his poor body; that was until he met you. I reckon you both probably started out as a one-nightstand, but you then both realised you both had great chemistry together and so you slowly got together.
Now that he is dating you, i think he is better at controlling his mind and dick, though still has quite the lot of hard-ons.
Zzz...?
Michael defiantly falls asleep after sex, but especially if you where the one in control. He falls asleep after about 10 minutes normally but if your cuddling him after he lasts 5 minutes, MAX.
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Do u kno if there are any official posters for natsuyuu? I always wanted one but never found... in any size and have no interest in fanmade stuff. Ty and ty for the translations aah
Hi anon!
Of all the merchandise you could possibly get for Natsuyuu (fancy some fine china teacups adorned with Nyanko-sensei? A poncho with a tiny Nyanko-sensei pattern? An air freshener diffuser with a hiding Nyanko-sensei on it? They got you covered. Although surely an Eau-de Nyanko would smell heavily of sake and cake?), there are a few posters dotted around - depending on what your definition of "official" is, anyway.
A quick browse of Japan based anime merch sites like Surugaya and AmiAmi bring some up (search 夏目友人帳ポスター), but getting them posted outside of Japan is likely going to involve the use of proxy sites for buying and shipping. Some proxy sites have links to a large variety of Japanese online shopping sites, and do the translating for you, so have a poke around - hopefully you'll find something to suit!
And thank you 🧡 Glad you're enjoying Natsuyuu 😊
-Pippi :)
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Hi!
There was a different prompt that was in this one, but I switched them out because it was smut and I wanted to give y'all some fluff instead since the last was smut.
😂
Anyways, here's the shot and I hope y'all enjoy!!
🍀💚🖤💚🍀
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Ship: Nogla harem
Top(s): Evan, Brian, Tyler, Jon & Marcel
Bottom: Nogla
AU: Team 6
Setting: GameStop
Type: Fluff
Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, name calling, mention of porn and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.
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Third pov -
"So this is what they did with the place..." Evan muttered, stopping in the sidewalk to look up at the big yellow sign atop the black brick building.
Tyler hummed, nodding his head as he admired the newly built in light fixtures and the unbelievably clean windows.
"Yeah...you'd expect a Dollar Tree, or something useful." He replied, earning a snort of agreement from Brian.
"Anything's more useful t'an a GameStop." He commented.
Jon hummed, crossing his arms as he tilted his head with a huff.
"Well I think we should give it a try." He reasoned. That earned him small sounds of disgust from the group, making him laugh at the grimaces on their faces.
"I agree. They might have a few cool things in there." Marcel added, shrugging his shoulders at his friends.
Thw guys never really liked game stores. Let alone GameStops. The only reason they'd even step foot into a shop like that was if they needed to buy a new controller, or a new mouse pad.
But even so, they preferred online gaming on their PCs and buying stuff straight from Amazon. So there really was no need to do much in a gaming store than to browse around or just make fun of how much the geeks running the store put into designing the place with themes and such.
But the group had been bored, and wanted to check out the new place. The building in which was now a GameStop, had been abandoned and run down for over five years. A few weeks back, they had seen construction men fixing up the place and that was enough to draw their curiosity.
But now seeing it was a GameStop, they could care less about what was inside. They've seen enough of them to know exactly what hid inside those four brick walls.
"What's there to try? The bitter taste of rubber in the air whenever walking into a new store?" Evan deadpanned. Brain laughed at that, finding it all too true.
"Well, just to look around y'know? It could have new comics, Funko pops... Pokemon cards?" Marcel said, smiling as the last word had Tyler glancing away from his phone and hesitating.
"I could get that Mewtwo I need...chances are that it isn't possible...but the percentage of that happening aren't exactly slim either—"
"Okay don't get all technical on us. We'll just go in the damn store, shit." Evan huffed, not wanting to hear another mouthful of nerd talk by the American.
The others laughed as they followed Evan into the small shop, finally moving away from the center of the sidewalk.
As promised, upon walking through the double glass doors the men were hit by a subtle taste of rubber mixed with a lemon air freshener.
It wasn't exactly welcoming, but it was better smelling than most nerd-shops.
"Looked smaller on the outside." Jon commented, glancing around at the shoulder level shelves and walls filled with posters and framed pictures. Similar to the kind you'd see at a movie theater.
"Got that right. This place is massive." Brian sighed, knowing his roommates were gonna be here for at least half an hour.
Everything was tempting. From the sealed comics that were placed in organized display boxes like vinyls, to the thick books of fantasy lore and other nerdy books lined on dark brown shelves in the corner of the store, to even the in-perfect-condition Funko pops that had a home on the large wall; all lined up on white metal shelves.
Brian found himself drawn to those. At least hoping he'd spot something he didn't already have. And considering the shop was new and opened just yesterday, his hopes were high.
Evan wandered around the shop in a bored state. He didn't really care for many of the things this shop held like his friends did. Tyler wanted his pokemon, Brian his Funko's, Marcel his books, and Jon his comics.
Evan found himself wandering away just as the others had. But he instead walked over to the keyboards.
It wasn't like he needed any, but it wouldn't hurt to buy a backup in case Jon accidentally spilled milkshake in his office again.
The Canadian chuckled lightly, mentally making fun of the mousepads that were placed next to the RGB boards. They were absolutely atrocious. They even had a Hulk mouse pad with his popped out pecs being a place to rest your wrist in-between.
In sorta reminded him of the Deadpool one that Brian had. But instead of his chest, it was his butt.
A click of a door caught Evans attention, looking to his left to see three boxes with legs stumbling out of the storage room next to the checkout.
Well, that would be ridiculous for boxes to have legs. So it made much more sense when the boxes were set down and a tall lanky man sighed loudly in relief.
Evan watched as he swiped the back of his hand over his forehead. As if wiping non-existent sweat as he panted to catch his breath.
He found himself starting, not being able to look away from the being. He would have thought the man looked like any typical nerd. According to his dress, this is.
He wore a pair of dark green skinny jeans that were cuffed at the bottom to expose his ankles and have room to show his Vans. He had a green plaid flannel that was wrapped securely around his waist, had a grey undershirt and a black graphic T.
Not to mention the large headphones that were clearly blasting into his ears and the thick framed glasses that rested on his nose.
Typical nerd. But it wasn't what he was wearing that grabbed his attention. It was his features.
He had curly dark hair that framed his pale face, big green doe eyes that were lined with dark long lashes and pink full lips that just looked so soft.
He was too pretty to be a nerd. Or in Evan's book, he was. Yet, he fit all the categories to be one.
He had tiny green cat ears on his headphones, he wore a Green lantern ring on his middle finger and he wore a necklace that had a small Pikachu pendent. Not to mention the dorky dinosaur on his shirt.
He was definitely a nerd. Although, a cute nerd.
"Why are you looking at the keyboards? You have like, two more at home." Brian asked, stepping over to Evan with a Minions Funko in hand. He didn't necessarily think it was cool, but it looked funny, so he grabbed it anyways.
The others moved to Evan as well, some of them curious and some of them also admiring the display of custom boards. Jon even found himself looking at a Friday the thirteenth themed mouse pad.
"I don'... keyboard...cute guy." Evan managed to come up with. Not really paying mind to his friends as he kept his eyes glued on the geek. Who was now, unloading the newly shipped boxes of items to set them in the display shelves.
Brian followed his gaze, hearing the words 'cute guy' and that was enough. His expression was one that matches Evans. Disbelief.
But in less than a second, it was soon to fall to a more mischievous grin.
"Well then...who's this little—"
"Before ya start Brian, you're in no position to flirt right now. You're wearing Crocs, you left you badass leather jacket at home, your sweats have a dirty stain on your thigh and you're holding a Minions figurine. Nothing about you is attractive right now bro." Jon pointed out, saving Brian before he made an absolute fool of himself.
"He's got a point. You're every creepy man that lurks in the depths of every child's nightmare." Marcel added. Brian cursed in defeat, knowing his friends were right.
He hadn't cared to get ready this morning because they were only gonna get to-go breakfast at McDonald's and then head straight back home. He hadn't even intended on getting out of the car, but Jon saw the new place and insisted that they take a look.
Now Brian regretted even entering the damn place looking like such a mess. Especially now that he knew it had a cute worker.
"Yeah bud. Nice try." Tyler muttered, patting Brian's shoulder as the Irishman moved to hide behind his group of friends.
"Maybe you should've listened when I told you to shower this morning." Marcel butted in, earning a glare from his European roommate.
"I was gonna shower after breakfast!" He hissed quietly, trying not to attract the attention of the employee.
Alas, it was still early in the morning and nobody was pumped enough to browse a new GameStop before breakfast. They were the only ones in the shop—excluding the cute guy and the cashier behind the counter— so of course, they had drawn the attention of the geek despite him wearing headphones.
He looked up and it felt as if all time had stopped as his beautiful green eyes landed on them, causing them all to flinch or tense.
He smiled sweetly—despite their messy state due to just throwing on random clothes and heading out the door that morning— and gave them a friendly wave before going back to what he was doing.
He hadn't even looked disgusted by the way they looked. I mean, half of them were either still wearing pajamas and the other half had mismatched clothes.
Yeah, they were attractive. But a handsome face and a well built body could only do you so much when dressed like a literal hobo.
"Welp...I'm in love." Marcel whispered, accepting his fate, earning hums in agreement.
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Over the next few days, the guys had came to visit the GameStop. Of course, this time around they made sure to shower and look somewhat presentable.
They never spoke to the worker, as they were just too shy. Of course, they've never had trouble with men before and even less with women. But despite that, they couldn't bring themselves to actually talk to the beautiful man.
Instead, they just watched from afar and admired silently. Observing.
They had learned the man's name as Daithi, or David. Frequently being called Nogla by the other employees and owner of the shop.
They hadn't heard him speak once. Usually giving short nods or shakes of his head whenever questioned about something. Or an occasional hum in response.
His job was to put away merchandise and organize the shelves. That much was obvious. And so far, he had done a pretty good job at it.
The shelves were neat, the merch was put on display beautifully and everything was easy to find. Wether it be a fandom or certain series of one.
He did his job well, that was for sure.
The guys refused to call their almost daily wandering-around-the-Gamestop, 'stalking'. It wasn't like they were following the guy home, trying to figure out his favorite things or even searching him up online.
They just simply liked the way he looked and the way he moved.
They find it adorable how he dances around the shop with his headphones on and the way he sways his hips to the unheard melody.
They love the way he looks like a literal nerd whenever the other employees brought in newly shipped merchandise and he ran towards them. Wanting to pick out anything good before the actual customers of the shop bought them off.
And let's not get started on how they find it hilarious how he's almost always in the Pokemon isle. Wether it be shuffling through the different kinds of cards of just messing with the Pokemon plushies.
Today was the same. Nogla was in the Pokemon isle, restacking the comics that had been tampered with by a couple of middle schoolers who were choosing a few.
Marcel had been the only one to come today. The guys only came in small groups or even one of them would show up a day. Just so that they didn't make it obvious they were stalking- observing, the man.
The shorter male did actually have a reason to come—other than the fact he wanted to admire Nogla.
He had broke his last mouse playing GTA with the guys last night. The mission had gotten very difficult and after ten times of retries the guys had gotten a bit heated.
It ended with a mouse being through thrown across the room, a water bottle being yeeted through a window and a hole the size of a fist being punctured into a desk.
And only one of those were done by Marcel himself.
So now here he is, back in the computer section like the last time he and the guys first saw Nogla.
He hadn't really been paying much mind to the worker. Seeing as he was still a tad bit angry from last night's recording session.
He walked around the corner of the shelves, moving to look on the other side. But he was so abruptly dragged out of his annoyed thoughts when he bumped into someone and the two came falling to the ground.
The thuds of books falling to the floor entered Marcel's ears as he groaned, rubbing his tailbone where it had made impact with the hard carpet floor.
"Ugh...fuck." A voice winced.
He looked up, finally seeing who he had crashed with. He was ready to curse them out. To yell at them and maybe, even throw a few punches if he was in the mood.
But he didn't, upon seeing Nogla.
The man was so much prettier up close. Blinking his green eyes in pain as he clumsily fixed his glasses. His headphones were knocked down from his ears to his shoulders, the legendary band Queen blasting through the black muffs and finally reaching Marcel's ears.
So that's what he had been listening to...
"Crap, 'm sorry. I should've been lookin' where I was goin'." He said apologetically when meeting Marcel's gaze.
For a second, the latter had to inhale deeply as he took in the strong Irish accent. Much like Brian's, but much richer.
He loved it.
"Ah, no you're cool dawg. I myself wasn't really paying attention either." He reassured, mentally thanking the Gods for not stuttering.
He sat up quickly, helping Nogla gather the thick novels before they stood up.
"Ye okay? It sounded like ya fell harder than me." Nogla chuckled nervously, taking the books Marcel handed to him.
Oh you have no idea how hard I fell for you, Marcel thought.
"No I'm fine." He smiled, glancing at the last books title before handing it over.
"Twilight. I like that one. Good story." He commented, hoping a little chit chat wouldn't hurt. Also, he questioned why a regular series of books would be in a GameStop.
It wasn't like there was games for the movies...were there?
"Ah- Ye know Twilight?" Nogla asked, tilting his head as a fond smile graced his lips. Marcel hummed, mentally thanking for all that is holy when the other turned his music down.
He hoped that meant he was down to talk further more.
"Yup. I didn't really get into it until my sister forced me to watch the first movie. But then I found myself watching the rest of them, and then soon I was just buying myself the whole damn series in books." Marcel sighed in embarrassment, earning a bubbly laugh from the Irishman.
"Well t'ats nice. We don't usually have men wandering over ta the love stories here. Usually women come by to buy the copies since it's cheeper than rentin' from the library." He explained, shifting the books in his arms.
"Pity. I love myself a good romance novel. My roommates hate when they find one laying around because then they get curious, read a paragraph, and then tease me about how sappy and cheesy it is." Marcel groaned, getting Vietnam-like flashbacks of the guys teasing him and making fun of him.
Nogla laughed again, and Marcel noted to himself that he could never get tired of hearing it.
"Well, t'ey aren't particularly wrong. Most romance novels are dramatized these days. But even then, I think it is te sappy emotion tat I like about 'em." He smiled. Marcel couldn't help but to smile back, feeling his cheeks burn up.
"Eh- sorry, I hadn't even been proper. My name's Nogla. Yours?" The taller broke the silence, sticking his hand out. Marcel refused to say 'oh I already know'.
"Marcel." He instead responded, taking hold and giving a gentle shake. Nogla's hands were soft and warm. He liked it.
"Well Marcel, would it be rude ta ask what ye're doing in a GameStop? Most people go ta the mall ta get video games or collectables." He said, raising a brow in curiosity.
"Not at all. Uh, but to be honest, it's cheaper here. Plus, it less crowded and doesn't smell like sweaty old people and rotten pizza." He explained. Half truth, but still wasn't a lie.
He preferred the GameStop over the mall or even the Walmart because not only was it cozy and had a nice feel, but also because it had Nogla.
"And I needed a new mouse. Threw my last one across the room and the thing shattered like glass." He admitted, glancing back to the mice that sat neatly on the shelves.
Nogla chuckled shifting his hips to the side with a knowing roll of his eyes.
"Videogame rage?" He asked. Now it was Marcel's turn to laugh, nodding in response.
"GTA with the boys never goes as planned. Especially when they're all as hot headed as I am." He sighed, earning a humm of agreement. And from the small huff that signified Nogla could relate, Marcel assumed he had been through his own rages for the game.
"A mission?" Nogla questioned.
"Yup." Marcel replied.
"How many retakes?" Nogla continued.
"More than I could count." Marcel huffed.
Nogla giggled at his words. And Marcel loved the way Nogla pushed his glasses up with his middle and ring finger. Finding it all too cute.
"Well if ye want I could help ya. I've done more missions alone t'an I could remember, so I probably did te one ye guys are on." He then offered.
Marcel froze at that, feeling that it was too good to be true.
"You want to hop into a lobby with a bunch of idiots and try to teach them common sense?" He asked hesitantly, earning a small laugh from the other.
"Sure why not? Got nothin' else ta do on the weekends. Wanna exchange phone numbers?"
It really was too good to be true...
"Sure!" Marcel exclaimed. A little more enthusiastic than he intended. Regardless, Nogla wasn't bothered by it. He smiled.
"Great! Uh, I'll just put t'ese away real quick then I'll give ya my digits." He excused, lifting up his stack of books.
"Oh, go ahead." Marcel smiled. Still a bit too happy as he fished his phone out of his pocket. Nogla shot him a quick smile before he was walking away towards the book shelves on the other side of the shop.
Marcel held in his excitement, only doing a series of victory punches once Nogla was out of sight.
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A few days later, it seemed as if Marcel couldn't stop smiling.
Nogla had to work a few extra days over the next week because of how much attention the new shop was getting. He had been too tired to really game, so they rescheduled their session.
Despite that though, the two still stayed in touch. They called once a day and on the third, the guys were starting to question Marcel.
They assumed he was talking to an old friend that he had been reunited with or he had a new crush or girlfriend.
It didn't matter. Regardless, they wanted to know.
He gave them little to no input and didn't inform them on jack-shit about it. They were curious and the was no damn way he could just be so happy with whoever he was talking without at least telling him who it was.
Always laughing, joking around and even sometimes flirting.
They were happy for him of course, but it was irritating that he didn't tell them shit!
_
On the fourth day, only half a week since Nogla and Marcel exchanged numbers, the latter had gathered the guys around in the same lobby they started up from their last mission.
Since the last session, they needed time to cool off from the game and all games in general. So they hadn't played any video games other than maybe Clash on their phone.
They weren't entirely thrilled to be back in the same mission they had failed miserably on last time, but Marcel managed to convince them he had a game plan this time. Rather hsn just running in guns blazing.
Literally.
"So what's the deal. Why are ye so thrilled ta come back ta this one?" Brian asked, visually crossing his arms in the discord facetime.
Marcel hummed happily, ignoring the question just as he had done to the rest that were thrown his way.
"Ughh! Just tell us you fuck!" Tyler groaned, spinning in his chair lazily. Marcel laughed at that, shooting one last text to David before turning his attention to his friends.
"I got us a sixth player." He said finally. The guys all groaned or sighed in relief. It wasn't much, but at least it was a start.
"Okay, what's a sixth player gonna do? Make it easier?" Jon asked in question.
"Make it more chaotic, that's what it's gonna do." Evan muttered, earning hums of agreement from the rest. Marcel clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes at how stubborn his friends could be.
"No, it'll be helpful. He said he did lots of missions alone so I'm trusting his knowledge will help us." He explained, hoping he could get them all to see the bright side.
"Fine. I guess we could give it another try." Tyler said. Surprisingly, being the voice of reason despite being the one to throw his water bottle through the window.
"See! If Tyler agrees, you should all too." Marcel smiled, earning playful unheated glares from the discord.
A small bloop of a message in discord caught their attention, Marcel immediately opening it.
JerryCan#1- What's the code again? Sorry, I forgot :p
Marcel laughed at the username. He'd definitely need to ask Nogla the lore behind it.
"Wow, the dude can't even remember the code." Evan said jokingly.
"Shudd'up Evan." Marcel huffed without heat, earning the laughs of his friends.
BasicallyIDoWrk - it should be called Team 6. I renamed it since I'm adding you in
JerryCan#1 - oh Marcel you shouldn't have. I'm honoured =_=
BasicallyIDoWrk - shut up and get in here dipshit
JerryCan#1 - >:O
BasicallyIDoWrk - David.
JerryCan#1 - okay okay I'm coming >.<
Marcel chuckled lovingly as he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head at the texts. He just loved the little keyboard emojis Nogla made
"David? Isn't that the name of the guy at the GameStop?" Brian asked, staring at the profile that popped up in their discord. They were muted, but the guys could clearly see the texts Marcel shared with them in their group chat.
He must've added them there before adding them into the game.
"Psh, imagine if Marcel did manage to get him to play with us. He'd hate us the second he hopped in." Jon smiled, earning a few laughs.
"Not possible. Marcel doesn't have the balls to talk to him." Tyler retorted. They burst into even more laughter. Marcel just grinning as the added profile was unmuted and in popped another camera into the facetime.
"Hey Marcel! Sorry fer being a bit late. Te camera was fuckin' me over." Nogla's voice cut the group off, all going into a deafening silence as they looked up at the added screen.
The Irishman was fixing a few things on his desk, pushing his glasses up before looking up at waving at the rest.
"Naw it's cool. Tech issues are always a problem with these idiots." Marcel reassured him, gesturing around as if pointing to the guys in the other screens.
Nogla laughed at that. The sweet sound startling the guys back into reality.
"No! My last tech issue was because ye fucks were busy watchin' porn on every available device and got me a feckin' virus!" Brian defended himself, sitting up straight to do so.
"Hey, that was only Jon okay? I had no part in that." Evan stated calmly, rolling his eyes as he reached for the bag of chips on his desk.
"Hey! That was one time because I lost my phone! A man has his needs!" Jon exclaimed, looking more annoyed than embarrassed at this point.
"No that was three times. You did it on my computer too." Tyler pointed out, in agreement with Brian.
"Well maybe if ya didn't lock me outta my room, I wouldn't have ta jerk my dick in yours!" Jon huffed in defeat. Brian laughed at that.
"Ye deserved it fer eatin' all my edibles." He shot back, raising a brow at his screen.
"Well maybe ya should've shared. Or better yet, not leave your shit around." Jon muttered, taking a sip from his water bottle.
"It had my name on it, ye fuck." Brian stated.
"You know I don't care for that shit. If I see food, I eat it. You should all know this by now." He said in defense, nodding to himself as if it was common sense.
"See what I mean by 'idiots'?" Marcel suddenly asked, turning his gaze away from the other screens to look at Nogla.
The rest had completely forgotten he was there, having been invested in their own arguments.
Nogla snorted, closing his eyes and resting the back side of his hand over his mouth. As if holding in any more laughs from slipping.
He then eventually gave up and let out a small giggle, wiping a tear from his eye.
"Well I wouldn't say they were te brightest." He admitted shamelessly. Marcel and him laughed at the faked offense that washed over their faces, curses and profanities thrown Nogla's way as if they've known him for years.
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"Shit, t'at was harder than I thought it'd be." Nogla sighed, stretching his arms over his head as the others groaned in agreement.
"But hey, at least nothin' was broken. No tech, no windows, no tables." He threw in, chuckling quietly as the guys all shot their eyes to Marcel's screen.
"Jesus Mar, how much did ya tell this guy?" Brian asked. Genuinely concerned.
Now that they knew Nogla was the one Marcel had been talking to over the past week, it was hard for them to know how much he had told him.
What if he told Nogla about them? What if he exposed their secrets and embarrassing moments?
"Nothing much." Marcel grinned devilishly, earning genuine glares that Nogla mistook for playful.
"At least nothing too horrible." Nogla chimed in, drawing back the attention again as he stood up.
It wasn't like the guys could help staring as he walked away from the camera to grab something. Having noticed that he was wearing black jogging shorts that were a little too short for their brains to process.
He then came back and sat back down, taking his glasses off and pulling his hair back with a headband.
As if he couldn't get any cuter, it had tiny cat ears just like his headphones.
"Well it's late, I should be gettin' ta bed before I go ruining my sleep schedule again. Hey- actually, I don't have work tomorrow. Wanna go get breakfast together?" He asked, his lively green eyes shooting back up to them with that equally as lively smile.
"Ah- us? You want to go hangout with us? In person? After all we've been through on this shitty game?" Tyler asked, confused as to how this adorable innocent man wanted to spend more time with them.
Nogla laughed at that, nodding his head as he reached down and pulled a small dog in his lap, petting behind it's ears.
"Mhm! Why not? Ye don't wanna?" He asked with a tilt of his head.
"No, we do!" Evan said. A bit more immediate than intended.
"But are you sure you can handle us? I mean playing with us is one thing. Meeting up with us is another. We could possibly get you killed." He continued playfully. The guys went along, humming and nodding rapidly in agreement.
Nogla just smiled at that, looking around as of pondering over his options.
"Well then... It'll probably be te most satisfying death anyone had ever had." He laughed. The guys didn't know what to say to that, finding it sort of sweet. So instead of responding, they just laughed along.
"Alright. Goodnight David." Marcel sighed happily, feeling accomplished in himself.
"Night Mar. Night lads." Nogla called, waving and giving them one last smile before his screen cut off and the sound of him leaving the discord filled the room.
"Marcel, you suck." Brian then said, immediately earning a scoff of confusion.
"What do you mean?! I got the cute geek from the GameStop to play with us!" He huffed.
"Yeah, but you waited a whole week before telling us that." Tyler added into Brian's words, only earning more hums of agreement from the guys.
Marcel chuckled lightly, rolling his eyes.
Ungrateful little shits.
Well at least he got Nogla all to himself before throwing him into the hell of which is his roommates.
He glanced at the lobby name as the guys continued to bicker, reading the white bold letters.
Team 6. Sounded a lot better than Team 5, that's for sure. It had a nice ring to it. It felt more accurate. More natural.
It felt right.
"I'm gonna fuck him first. I call dibs."
Marcle flinched at that, coming back to his friends having heard those words from Brian.
"What?!" He shouted.
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More dialogue than action, but hey. My phone was on the brink of dying, so here ya are!!
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BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel, Mar
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Story time, just cause.
Several years ago, I worked for a moving & like, liquidation company. We mostly cleaned out businesses that had closed (all the racks, stands, shelving units - those things are so damn heavy too), storage units (guess who always got sent back over the piles of things), and some houses.
One time, we were going to a house to pick up some items that were to be sold in the company owner’s consignment shop. The house was quite big, in a pretty well off neighborhood at the end of a cul-de-sac. We thought, okay, cool, place is going to be an easy job.
Then we saw the car up on blocks in the driveway. We thought maybe they were working on it, didn’t think much of it after that.
We parked and one of the guys (we were a team of three), went up to the house to knock. The caller answered and after a minute, we were waved up.
I’ve been in a lot of different places, but I’ll tell you, that house is still one of the worst I’ve ever been in. I think the owner had to have been a hoarder, because most of the house was jam packed to the point of there being literal goat paths through the rooms.
I don’t remember all the items we were there to collect. Some exercise equipment, a grandfather clock, a few boxes of collectibles, and a throne and matching ottoman.
This thing was, no joke, six feet tall and about just as wide. It was painted gold with cat print fabric. The ottoman was comparably as large and printed likewise.
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Not to mention how difficult this thing was to move through a house and get outside.
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Sometimes I wonder who bought them, what became of them, if they were kept and what for, or if that smell ever came out.
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Being at my parents’ house for the last two weeks while I transition to Berkeley and await my apartment has been severely exhausting, exasperating my suffering greatly. I just need to vent even if nobody reads this in the end.
Within a few days of getting here, my dad screamed in my face suddenly about how “fucking stupid” I am and “have been my entire life” right in front of my children who were afraid. We left in such a hurry that my daughter had no shoes and we stayed out late into the evening. He also becomes suddenly anxious and yells at my mom and me, a constant source of chaos. Like when he recently belittled me and reminded me that I didn’t have a real job like my brother and yelled at me for simply wanting to get ready in the bathroom one morning. They said they would provide me with a mattress but instead have my husband and me sleeping on the couch. This has triggered a new painful ongoing ache in my spine that keeps me awake all night so I’m very sleep deprived while attending a full time online class for Berkeley. My dad literally sleeps on a camping blow up mattress in the kitchen, and everyone in the household treats this as normal. When it’s not taking up the kitchen, it’s pushed against the wall in the living room and no one cares how trashy this is. He whines in pain all night and will not stop talking about how he’s in so much pain, he would like to throw himself off of the Golden Gate Bridge. I keep reminding him that a whole lifetime of sleeping on the couch every night and eating unhealthily got him here, but self awareness has never been their thing. I’m exhausted. The hoarding here is not as it was in my adolescence (extremely distressing) but still very much stressful and causes me great anxiety. My parents literally shop 2-4 times a week for things they don’t need while forever (literally) neglecting my grandma’s house, letting it slowly ruin. They constantly buy my kids cheap crap that breaks, despite my protests, and my girls are starting to get materialistic here and value trashy items like their grandparents. I have declared that none of it will come with us to the apartment and that my parents aren’t allowed to buy them gifts or take them shopping all weekend at malls and garage sales any longer. There is a nasty mold problem here but they’re so afraid of a potential burglar coming through a window, that all windows and blinds are always to remain closed. We get in trouble for not locking the door for this reason even if we are home. Putting an item in the fridge is like playing Jenga, you hope it doesn’t fall or make everything tumble out. There’s no room in there and my mom often refuses to let me get rid of rotting food in there. It was so disgusting, I found mold growing on the shelves. I got into an argument with my mom the other night because she insists on keeping old plastic tubs, and says she collects them and then gives them away in batches on FB Market. I told her to get a real hobby like reading! My parents insist they just need a bigger trash can and house, that they simply do not have enough space. The dining room table and floor is covered in trash and hoarded items, so my poor girls eat their meals on step stools. I hate that they sleep in my mom’s bed and that each night before bed, she has to go outside and smoke cigarettes exposing them to secondhand smoke on her. The hoarding is bad enough where when my parents are away, I throw away as much as I can without them noticing. They got mad at me for throwing away the intense Lysol spray they use as an “air freshener” for rooms, as I was tired of my children and I breathing it in constantly multiple times a day. I was horrified the other day when my husband sent me a photo of my dad in the backyard holding a plate of raw food to be barbecued while simultaneously spraying weed killer around the grill. As I type this all at 4 am, I can feel the anger boiling up inside as my dad screams out in pain non-stop and the camp mattress shifts in its rubber. The last two weeks have been absolutely distressing and I’ve felt terrible for exposing my children to this dysfunctional home.
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