They know your job is rough, you work for the police force, so obviously getting hurt is gonna happen eventually.
They just didn’t expect to get a call from the hospital at almost 2 in the morning.
They rushed to get dressed, tripping over themselves as they threw on some clothes.
The person on the phone didn’t tell them how bad it was, only that you had been shot and had to get stitches.
Hannibal drove, seeing as Will was too anxious to do so.
They may have went a little over the speed limit, but that’s nobody’s business.
Will almost yelled at the lady working the front desk because it was taking too long to find out what room you were in.
Hannibal held Will’s hand, gently pulling him when a doctor started leading them to your room.
You were in the bed, a nurse wrapping bandages around your arm when they walked in.
Will rushed over, asking you a thousand questions a minute.
Hannibal managed to calm him, asking you how this happened.
You told them the story. The suspect had a gun, shot at you, landed a bullet in your side, and managed to push you onto some broken glass when he ran.
Will held your hand the entire night, afraid to let go.
Hannibal sat next to the bed, gently tracing small pattern into the bandages to help you relax.
All in all, you weren’t let out of the house for a while, and they made sure you didn’t strain yourself practically at all.
no rizz. just big bambi eyes and many unsettling things to say.
Tubbo
“Can’t believe they fell asleep during our movie night :(“
Jack
“I made them do karaoke >:)”
Philza
“Why do I let these two drink?”
Kristen
“I took them to an animal shelter and she said the cat looked like Tommy 😁”
Ranboo
“When the girl he likes comes up and talks to him ;)”
Aimsey
“They can never keep their hands off each other!”
Charlie
“Just got done filming a Sorry vid! Will post soon! Probably”
Finney: flapping my hands isn’t enough I need to scream
Vance: What can therapy do for me that screaming in my car for 30 minutes can’t?
Robin: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess? Finney: Your life? Robin: I- well yes, but-
Bruce: You might not know this, Finney, but I am a flawed person. Finney: I do know that.
Griffin: You need a hobby. Robin: I have a hobby! Griffin: Fawning over Finney isn’t a hobby.
Bruce: What are your three best qualities? Robin: I’m hot, I have soft hair, and sometimes I cry because I love my friends.
Griffin: Hey, you want a tarot reading? Bruce: Those are Pokemon cards. Griffin: You got a magikarp. Bruce: … Griffin: It means 'fuck you'.
Vance: shatters a window and climbs through it Vance: turns around and helps Finney through it Breaking and entering is wrong Finney. Finney: Okay.
Robin: I am convinced Griffin and Billy share a brain cell. Finney: And it's not in use very often, it seems.
Griffin: Did you bring Vance? Bruce, gesturing to Finney: No, but I brought the next best thing. Griffin: Finney? The next best thing would be Robin. Finney: I would be offended, but Robin is freakishly strong.
Vance: I fell— Bruce: From heaven? Vance: No, I literally fell— Bruce: In love with me the moment you saw me? Vance: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Bruce: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.
Robin: I told Vance that their ears turn red when they lie. Bruce: Do they? Robin: No. Bruce: Then why did you tell them that? Robin: Because I can do this. Robin: Hey Vance! Do you love us? Vance, with their hands over their ears: No.
Finney: I know what you're up to. Robin: Really? Because I barely know.
Finney: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Bruce made me get tested.
Billy, making coffee: This is going to fix everything.
Finney: It's locked. You got a lock pick? Bruce: Yeah- Robin: kicks in the door
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Stu loves watching you get ready, sometimes he’ll help you pick out a dress or a shade of lipstick.
Billy watches you subtly, interested in the process but not as much as Stu.
Often if a victim has a nice dress or something they think you would like, they take it or at least find out where it’s from.
Stu will ask you to do his makeup, saying he wants to be pretty like you.
Billy will take pictures for you when you want, seeing as he’s the only one who’s trusted to actually work a camera.
Stu will put on a a dark shade of your lipstick and plant a messy kiss on Billy’s cheek. It makes you and Stu laugh until Billy manages to get it off.
You’ll do the same thing to Stu, laughing as he immediately tries to wipe it off, only succeeding in smearing it.
Stu carries your makeup around in his backpack at school, ready to give it to you whenever you needed to touch up.
If Stu sees a nice piece of jewelry on a victim he will take it for you.
Billy saves any and all pictures he takes of you and keeps some of them on the mirror in his bathroom.
Stu loves helping you with your hair, but he also loves messing it up. Depends on his mood that day.
Billy will sometimes choose your outfit and lay it out for you if you fall asleep early.
They always remind you to do skincare before you go to bed.
Sometimes they might even do skincare with you just to help you feel motivated.
as a young, broke senior in high school, you take up a babysitting gig, not knowing you’d be babysitting a mafia bosses sons.
You sighed quietly, looking over the job listings on the website one more time. Most of the jobs wanted people with experience, something you didn’t have, so finding a job was…a little difficult to say the least.
You wanted something simple too, just something to get you off your feet, not some crazy over the top job that drained you more often than not. You ran a hand through your hair, jumping slightly when you got a notification about a new job being posted. You hover your mouse over the listing before clicking.
The notification took a second to load but once it did you started reading. A babysitting gig. You hummed, looking over the details. 3 kids, ages 21, 22, and 16, access to food while working, $8,000 a week, bedroom if need- $8,000 a week!? You blinked, rubbing your eyes to see if they were playing a trick on you. Nope. $8,000 a week. What kind of rich fucker was this guy? $8,000? For three kids? Scratch that, two of them weren’t even kids anymore, and they still needed to be watched?
You looked over the details one more time. “I mean…it’s not a bad option…” you mumbled to yourself, clicking on the contact number. You copied it down into your phone, dialing and calling as soon as you did. You took a deep breath, listening as your phone rang. Tragically, you couldn’t help but hope the guy wouldn’t pick up. Awful, you know. But you were a nervous wreck. You were only 19, so what if he didn’t hire you? What if he wanted someone with experience? Or someone older? What if-
you were cut off by the sound of the phone being picked up. “Hello? Who is this?” The man on the other side asked. “Um, hi. My names Y/n and I was um…looking at the babysitting position?” You winced slightly at how awkward you sounded, although it probably sounded worse over the phone. “Ah yes! I didn’t expect someone to respond so quickly!” The man said cheerfully. “My names Philza Minecraft. It’s lovely to meet you, mate.” He said. You smiled, at least he was a nice guy. “Uh yeah. Nice to meet you too.” You said, feeling a bit less awkward.
“Now, my boys can be…how do I put this…rough. They don’t really like new people, so you will have to win them over. If they don’t see you fit within a month, sadly I would have to let you go.” The man, Philza, explained. You nodded before remembering he couldn’t see you, so you just let out a hum. “First question, how well do you deal with high stress situations?” The question caught you slightly off guard. “I’d say I’m pretty good?” You said, shrugging to yourself. “And what about cooking? Can you cook well?”
You thought to yourself for a second. “Yeah I’m a pretty good cook.” You and your mom used to spend two nights a week learning a new recipe together, you even still have her old cookbook that she gave you before the divorce. “Wonderful! Now, how old are you?” He asked, making you panic slightly. “I-I’m 19, sir.” You said nervously, biting your lip. “Perfect! You’re hired.” Your jaw dropped slightly. That easy? “O-okay. When should I come in?” You asked, getting over the shock quickly. “Come in tomorrow at 9. I’ll have a schedule for you by then. I’ll text you the address.”
You smiled to yourself. “Thank you so much sir.” “Please, call me Phil, mate.” He said, his tone cheerful. “Before you go, what are your boys’ names?” You asked curiously. “Ah, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy.” He told you. You smiled. “Alright. I can’t wait to meet them tomorrow.” You said happily. “Well it was nice talking to you, but I have got to go to a meeting soon.” He said, the sound of rustling on the other side of the phone. “I understand. Have a good day Phil.” You said, pulling the phone away from your ear as you hung up.
You say there for a second, processing the fact that you, a 19 year old, now had a job. A really, really good paying job. You cheered to yourself, standing up from the chair quickly. “Hell yeah! I’m employed!” You said happily, spinning around a little bit. It took you about 5 minutes to calm down, but excitement was still running through your veins. You had a job now! You smiled to yourself, going to the kitchen to make food before you started getting ready for bed. You made something simple, just some chicken tenders and sweet ‘n sour sauce. You sat down on the couch, placing your plate on your lap and you grabbed the remote, flipping to a random cartoon channel. You ate in peace, going through all the possible outfits you could wear tomorrow.
You say there for a bit, almost just snacking on your now somewhat cold food. Once you finished, you turned the tv off, going to the kitchen to wash your plate before going to bed. You hummed to yourself as you cleaned, still going through all your possible outfits you wanted to look professional but also not too professional, you were only 19 after all. You set the plate on the drying rack and dried your hands, jogging slightly as you went to your room. You quickly changed before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth, looking yourself over in the mirror. After getting fully ready you finally got in bed, the buzz under your skin finally going away. You fell asleep peacefully, excited for tomorrow.
(This is going to be a series! I’ve had the idea in my mind for a while so I thought it would be nice to write it out!)
Please.
Philza:
Techno:
Tommy:
Tubbo:
Ranboo:
Jack:
this is platonic! These are just scenarios of how they would be with a kid
They found you at a crime scene, hugging one of the dead bodies. You were malnourished, pale, and freezing to the touch. Your eyes were red and puffy and there were tear tracks running down your face.
They rushed you to the hospital, Hannibal staying in the ambulance with you to make sure you were alright. You ended up falling asleep on the way due to the silence.
Hannibal stayed with you throughout the night just in case you woke up at all.
Will got there later, sitting down next to your bed. He ended up falling asleep as well, Hannibal falling asleep a bit later.
The next morning they tried questioning you, but you either dodged the question or ignored them, so they eventually stopped.
When they found out two of the victims were your parents they started staying with you a bit more, trying to comfort you about the fact.
In the end they got attached, wanting to bring you home, keep you safe. You were so young, you didn’t deserve to lose your parents.
They did end up taking you home, they had a room prepared for you, Hannibal even made sure it was a room with a bathroom and a balcony. Lucky you.
For a while they didn’t want you to be left alone. After all they wanted to make sure you were eating enough or staying warm enough.
Eventually they trusted you to be left alone for small periods of time, but they always made sure you were in range of a phone just in case you needed to call.
Hannibal takes you shopping often, wanting to reward you for good behavior every once in a while.
Will let’s his dogs play with you, but he makes sure you and them are careful, he doesn’t want anyone getting hurt, especially not you.
Hannibal makes a separate dish for you, not wanting you to eat human meat until much later in life.