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becauseplot · 2 months

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I don't know if you remember her backstory I typed up a while back, but yeah... Tallulah has never in her life been safe or happy, and Chayanne has only just discovered these things, and he wants to give her the universe. That's his brain-friend and little sister! She's been hunted most of her life and he'll stab you if you hurt her! But also he's sharing his dads because sometimes the monsters are too tall. Best Big Brother.

And yeah! Egg classes! They do also have stuff like reading, writing, and maths, but their education is extremely casual and all over. Especially as it doubles up as daycare. Main eggs range from about 11 (Chayanne) to 2 (Trump) in terms of development, and then there's A1/Allie who is in her late teens to look at but only about 3 months old, and because of speed growth both mental and physical development are a mess. So, education is very, very all over. Just whatever the adults fancy teaching. It's the likes of Pac and Mike and Cellbit who insist someone has to teach them maths and reading and writing hardest (AKA the ones who didn't get education themselves...), though everyone shares the burden of unfun subjects.

And writing this I realise this Cellbit probably had an extremely bad reading ability most of his life. He remembers a bit of the skill from before the amnesia, like he does many skills (unlike say Quackity's amnesia where he lost reading and maths and stuff too), but... He still had to piece it all back together. And even then his skill was only that of a 10 year old. It's good now! And he teaches the kids to read and does silly voices when he does storytime for them (Pac e Mike do maths, but also baking powder volcano type science). But... it's a skill he had to fight for. Mostly alone. The prison did force him into some education programs, but it was mostly just them ticking legal requirement boxes not actually helping him with it. Felps almost certainly also helped, but yeeeeeah. I bet for his birthday Pac and Mike are trying to find and steal him a set of literary classics and the sort of stuff you study at school as he never had the chance to do any of those. Those two at least remember the schooling they did, and made it to 13/15 which is more than Cellbit's 10, even if not enough!!!

Sorry got distracted by thoughts of like... the blorbos.

Loving the thoughts about the blorbos!! Give me all of the distracted thoughts about the blorbos!!!!!

First of all yes bestest big brother Chayanne! Beloveds <3

The classes thing is so fucking cute holy shit. And makes sense who's advocating for the Essentials the most, given their circumstances (everyone just wants better for the kids than they got themselves I'm ;-;). The ideas about Cellbit, Pac, and Mike's educations pre-everything is just so goddamned *bangs fist on table /pos* (Rrrrr that's what I love about your worldbuilding and character-crafting so much it's those little details!! They mean so much. Love love love this series so much you've no idea.)

I imagine those classes with the kids are also a nice kind of break from the craziness of ykno: alien invasions, dangerous missions, constant threat of death or annihilation or Worse hanging over their heads. Stressed out of your mind about your impending doom? Go wrangle the kids into a lesson about photosynthesis. Do finger painting with them with whatever paints you've got. Demonstrate how to use a socket wrench. Help them bake something nice to eat. Show them how to write their names. Read a book with them and help them sound out the big words. Teach them phrases in your mother tongue, and then teach them about the country you came from, and then teach them about the continents, and then teach them about the planet. Sketch the solar system with a sharpie on the back of an old mission report and draw a little arrow to the circle labeled "Earth" and tell them we are here and this is our home. Answer their million-billion questions and remember what exactly it is you're fighting for.

#asks for curly #little kids are a handful sometimes but man they are oh so grounding. they rly put things into perspective.#obviously these kids have seen a lot but they /are/ still kids #and with their upbringings they're bound to be curious about the world outside of whatever horrors theyve been subjected to #idk got this idea and ran with it. obviously fjdskh.#factorial's xcom au

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astrobei · 11 months

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Hello! First of all I wanna say that you're an incredible writer. You have quite a few fics published on AO3 which is why I'm sending this.

Do you get nervous when you publish something? And if so, how do you deal with that?

I started writing this byler fic that I'm a little insane about, and I'm considering publishing it on AO3 but I'm just so intimidated by it. Like, I'm really proud of the concept, and I'm really proud of the writing. But sharing it is something else entirely. And even though I really want to I'm just really nervous.

Obviously you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I was just curious :)

hi !! first of all thank you so much :’))) that’s so sweet of you! apologies for this being a million years (like. twelve days) late but if you haven’t already published your fic this is me begging for you to please please do it !! to be totally honest, for me, posting on ao3 hasn’t ever been all that stressful? but in the sense that like. i’m confident in my own skills as a writer and i don’t publish work i’m not proud of so by the time i get to the posting stage i’m feeling pretty good! but i also write things i enjoy and things that are self indulgent and things that my friends and i spend time talking about even if it’s something that’s not a popular trope/not a fan favorite au/something people might not read. so for Me when i publish i’m usually more excited than anything else because i finally get to share my hard work with others and. ooh it’s just like. i worked hard on this! this is important and personal to me! i want others to see it too!

posting can be really stressful and scary though — coming from someone who got rly caught up in numbers/stats + living up to people’s expectations of my writing when my fics started getting more popular — so i totally understand feeling nervous even if the writing and concept is something you’re proud of! fic writing can be a rly vulnerable experience, especially when it’s something you work hard on and put a lot of passion and thought and feelings into, but i think the important thing to remember is that in fandom we’re all kind of living the same experience when we create ! a lot of other people probably feel this way too (me included!) and it can feel so super daunting to put your work out there but i hope it helps to know that there is always always going to be someone out there who will value your contributions!! anyways. if you haven’t already posted i am Begging you to, and if you have then i am so sorry for this being a billion years late but hopefully it helps a little anyway !! much love 🫶🏽

#i think it also helps to have people to talk to abt writing fic or friends in fandom spaces #bc my experience writing when i was not involved in the fandom spaces at all vs now #was sooooo so different #i felt so much more awkward posting then LOL #even tho i was just as proud of what i’d put out at the time #anyways #thank u so much! hopefully this is like. marginally helpful lol #/ask

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i'm so sorry for answering late!!!!😭 i went on a trip to my cousin so i didn't haven't been very active💔💔 your recs could never bother me i treasure them like they're actual gold🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 oh god yes i get very excited at the thought of a comeback but at the same time i'm just like. REST!!! RIGHT NOW!!!!!! i'm glad my words about your writing did have an effect, whenever i see you doubting yourself i'm like 🤨🤨 aggressive reassurance incoming✅ i did in fact not see the midsummer season thing, i've missed out on most of the txt content that came out these past few weeks i've missed seeing them🥹 soobin getting hit in the face by his own shirt while running really resonated with me<3 plus beomgyu being the only one indoors while everyone else is outside TWINSS🤞🏻🤞🏻 i've been quite well!!! i got to go outside a bit more these past weeks which makes me feel less chronically online and i can only hope it stays that way🤨 plus i got to see my cousin for the last time before she has her first baby . yes i am in tears writing this</3 i can't wait to meet him😿😿 i also splurged on a new bag and my heart is so full i love pretty things!!! i almost got a white+pink one but then i remembered that i literally always dress like i work at a tomb so it would definitely not have seen the light of day😐 and ohm y god,,.,., YOUR KITTIES?!-!/?-!! i am in LOVE (!!!!!!!) with them absolutely wonderful adorable lovely and every other nice adjective in the english language is the black and white one a kitten or does it just look tiny in that pic☹️☹️ PLUS THE PARTY HAT‼️‼️ showstopping i adore it<333333 IT'S HYUKA DAY!!! so here is a video that had me sobbing in fetal position plus some hyukas!!! I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE!!!!!!! i hope you've been well and taking care of yourself!! TE AMO x10000000

HIIII omg what my darling apple ur completely fine! im the messed up one who takes 30 years to answer u irs like im in space like light years away and ur on earth oh god this made me sad anyway! i hope ur trip was great!! how was it!! im happy you appreciate my refs it means so much to me *sobs* i have this eerie feeling at least one of txt will do something crazy with their hair idk…. i can just feel it…. lookin at you, soobin… omg <333 ur aggresive reassurance really does wonders for me ~!! ur a life saver, did u know that ? :0 awww i understand ~~ i’ve been slacking on the recent to do episodes hehe and besides that, they too have also been busy preparing for the rest of the tour i hope they’re taking it not-so-impossibly hard on themselves fnjngdjkgnjdng and good ol beomgyu <3 we can always count on u to stand out buddy thanks for never changing ~! hey yeaaaaaaa i love to hear that you’re doing well it makes me oh so happy !!! omg the outdoors !! get that vitamin d and serotonin (sunlight works like magic for the body besides the too much sun causing skin cancer but THATS BESIDES THE POINT) wish that were me <3 awwww how sweet oh god <//33333 congrats to ur cousin and i hope u see her babie soon <33 retail therapy yaaaaa you deserve to treat yourself especially to pretty things ~~~ god we are one in the same bc i too dress like i work at a tomb hehe hehe beffie vibes <3 u still deserve pretty things and the very best for sure tho ! i rest my case !!! AHHH im glad u think so :’)) and yes the black and white is still a growing kitten >,< his name is sylvester ~~ but i call him sylvie for short ! OMG HAPPY LATE HYUKA DAY!!! hope u spent the international holiday well with lots of cheer <3 VHBHDFB STOP THAT VIDEO had me choking on literal tears ahhhhh I LOVE YOUU VERY MUCH ahhh !!! i actually have been doing the opposite of all of that whoops but im trying to fix it ~!! LOVE U TONSS MILLIONS BILLIONS TRILLIONS~!! ++ random to do rec: ep 35-36 ~!! i love fishies :3 ++ song rec ++ here’s a tiktok that made me giggle so much (its beomgyu hehe) and another hehe bc taehyun is awesome

p.s. THESE HUENINGS </3 smiling so hard it physically hurts i love him, them, U SI NUCH (no emojis this time Since im typing on my ipad and its hardddd)

#ask >3<#[❤️⭐️]—aquí te amo

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Jim’s Best Friend

Part Ten - Gambling More Than Money

Word Count: 3640

Author’s Note: EEk! Casino Night time! So excited!

WARNING: Cheating.

For previous chapters, click here.

April, 2006.

You sat in the office, sorting through the files you had to look at that day, the rest of your colleagues settling down as well, when Mr Schrute decided to walk in looking like a penguin: full tuxedo, bow tie, too long trousers.

He hung his coat up by Pam's desk, and Jim sauntered over, hands in pockets.

"Excuse me. How long is the wait for a table for three?" Jim asked with all seriousness, gesturing to you and Pam as he spoke. Dwight straightened up, far too unhappy for so early in the morning.

"I would never, ever serve you. Not in a million, billion years." Dwight stared Jim down, and then glanced at Pam.

"It's a nice tux." She offered the compliment.

"I know, it belonged to my grandfather. He was buried in it so... Family heirloom." Dwight fixed his bowtie, and the three of you just took a moment of silence to process that information.

"So... Did... Did Dwight dig up-" You started, and Jim looked back, shaking his head. Not because you were wrong in your line of thinking, but rather he just didn't want to think about it anymore.

In the next five minutes, as you all settled in to your desks, Roy turned up, giving Pam a quick kiss and beginning so chatter about the night ahead: Casino Night in the Scranton Business Park, a fundraiser for some unknown charity, but the entire warehouse staff were spending the day setting it up.

"So, what's the deal? We've gotta pay for our own drinks? That's lame!" Roy exclaimed, and Pam quickly defended.

"Come on, it'll be fun! And besides, I'm a roulette expert." She wiggled her shoulders, getting a smile out of you and Roy.

"Impossible!" Dwight called from his desk, which he stood by as he sorted through files. "Roulette is not a game of skill. It is a game of chance."

"I can always kind of win at roulette." Jim said casually, not looking away from his screen.

"Oh really? Mm-hmm?" Dwight said, sitting down. He was clearly not amused. "How would you do that?" He asked, and you glanced up.

"Mind control." You answered for Jim, on the same wavelength. Dwight chuckled, looking between the pair of you.

"You can't be serious." He said, but when Jim returned it with a blank stare, Dwight's smile dropped. "Are you serious?"

"Ever since I was a little kid, like eight or nine, I could sort of control things with my mind." Jim shrugged, and you did your best not to smile.

"I don't believe you. Continue." Dwight was staring directly at him, intrigued in that half-creepy way only Dwight could be. Jim sighed.

"It was just little things, you know? Like I could make something shake. Or make a marble fall of the counter, you know. Just, little things." Jim said, and you nodded along. Dwight scoffed.

"Hah! That's ridiculous. You know what? Why don't you move that coat rack? Or..." Dwight looked around, seeing you replace your pencil holder near the edge of your desk. "Or knock Y/N's pencil holder to the ground." Dwight demanded. "Excuse me, everyone! Attention in the office, please! Jim is about to prove his telekinetic powers, and he needs absolute silence." Dwight announced, looking over at Jim. "Go ahead."

"Okay... I'll try." Jim said with a nod, his mood sombre. He twisted his chair to face you and Pam, holding one handing up and directing it towards the coat rack. With an exhale, he pointed his finger, and you all waited in silence, watching the coat rack.

Suddenly, it began to move, and Pam's eyes darted from Jim to the coat rack in surprise. Jim's attention then switched to your pencil holder, and as the coat rack stopped moving, your pencil holder begun inching closer and closer to the edge of the desk.

"Jim, can you-" You started, the cup tipping over and onto the floor. Dwight just watched in silent amazement.

"My God..." Dwight brathed out.

You and Pam sat together in the conference room, facing the cameras, and without a word you both lifted items: an umbrella and a strand of thread attached to your cup holder, both trying to hold back the laughter that threatened to erupt.

"What are you doing?" You asked Pam, heading up to her desk with a fresh cup of coffee.

"Oh, nothing." Pam said softly, and you leaned over the desk, reading a label on one of the video tapes.

"Till Death Do Us Rock..." You said aloud, and within a second Jim was by your side, inspecting the scene.

"They're wedding bands." Pam explained, the two of you letting out a joint 'ah'. "Roy was supposed to pick the band but he's concentrating more on the bachelor party now." She added, picking up the box of video tapes and going to stand, put them away. Jim held a hand out to stop her.

"Wait, wait, where you going?" Jim asked. "I mean, even if you don't hire a band, you still have to watch the bands." Jim lifted a tape out, and held it in Pam's face. "Pam, these are people who have never given up on their dreams. I have great respect for that." Jim nodded, and Pam started to giggle.

"And yes, they're all probably very bad." You added, a smirk across your lips. "And that'll make Halpert feel better about not having dreams." You nudged him and he laughed, and Pam gave in.

"There's a KISS cover band in here."

"Let's do it." Jim decided, beckoning to pair of you to follow him into the conference room. And while Dwight sat outside, trying to make his bobblehead move with his mind, you were lounging in one of the conference room chairs, Jim changing the video tapes.

"Wow, I don't know how you're going to decide." You remarked, and Pam looked back at you with her endearing smile, enjoying the fun that came with planning a wedding instead of the stress.

"They are all extremely good." Jim commented too as the fourth tape was inserted and read.

"I think I should hire them all." Pam nodded, fake serious in tone. "Do like Lalapalooza. Three stages."

"Your mom would love that." Jim said, making Pam laugh. His face lit up when she did, and you got up, heading towards the door as the next band started to play. The others didn't notice, Jim providing head Judge Pam with information on the next band, named 'Scrantonicity'.

"Oh, shit, wait. Y/N, wait!" Pam spoke up, pointing at the screen, and you turned to look. "That's Kevin."

"What?"

"On the drums, on the drums!" Pam squeaked, and Jim's jaw dropped.

"Oh my God! That's Kevin." Jim confirmed it, and you couldn't help but laugh, walking out of the room to your desk with a smile on your face. You sat down, dialling Patrick's work number, hoping to get him during his lunch break.

"No personal calls, Y/N." Dwight scolded, and you glanced over.

"Jim may be able to move things with his mind, but you haven't even seen what I'm capable of." You warned, sighing as the phone went straight to voicemail. It had been doing it a lot lately, but Patrick was a busy guy.

"Do I look alright?" You asked Patrick as he parked the car, and you ran a hand through your curled hair once more. Patrick smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Pam had made you promise to dress up a little with her, so you swapped the work attire for a black dress that hugged your figure and heels just a touch taller than usual. You felt good, and the kiss of approval from your boyfriend, who had dressed nicely in a button down shirt and fitted trousers, was all you needed.

The pair of you got out of the car, Patrick quickly typing away on his phone before offering you his arm, and you took it, letting him lead you inside. The warehouse was full of people from across the business park, and you took Rick's hand and led him towards a large gathering of your colleagues, though Michael and Dwight were nowhere in sight.

"Evening everyone! Thought I'd introduce you guys to Patrick. Patrick, this is the office!" Everyone said hello, Jim coming over and handing his friend a beer. "So, you know Jim. This is Stanley, and Kev, Ryan and Kelly back there, Meredith, Phyllis and her partner Bob, Oscar and Angela, and this is Pam." You went round, giving Pam a hug yourself as you reached her.

"It's so nice to meet you Patrick, you seem to make Y/N very happy." She complimented, and Rick went to respond when his phone buzzed. He looked and muttered a soft 'shit'.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, it's work." He apologised, but you gestured for him to take it, and smiled at Pam once he had headed out.

"He's so cute! Did Jim really make it happen?" She teased you, and you couldn't stop the blush rising to your cheeks as you nodded. Pam smiled in response and led you over to Roy and Darryl so you could say a quick hello.

A half hour later, Jim sat across the poker table with Pam, a ten of spades being placed down as the river card in Poker. Pam couldn't stop the smile that crossed her face, shaking her head a little in excitement.

"Yeah, right." Jim spoke up, looking at her with disbelief.

"Yeah, right what?" Pam feigned innocence.

"What was this?" Jim asked, copying her previous action and causing her to laugh.

"I have good cards." She smirked.

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm. And I'm going to take you all in." Pam announced to the table, matching Jim's total chip count.

"Wow..." Jim said as Pam placed her chips in, and looked her in the eye. "I think you're bluffing." he decided, and the pair continued a few more seconds of smiles and funny looks until Jim just couldn't take it any longer, tossing the last of his chip in to match her bet and breaking eye cotanct in the process.

"Yeah, I think she's full of it." Kev said with suspicion, and she mouthed a 'sorry' to Jim as she turned her cards.

"Straight."

"Three nines."

"Congratulations Pam!" The table clapped, Pam collecting up her chips and Y/N wandered past, stopping by Jim.

"You haven't seen Rick around, have you? He's just sort of disappeared on me..." You asked, trying to hide the worry in your voice. Jim shook his head, glancing back at Pam and leading you away from the table.

"No stress, we'll find him, maybe he just needed some fresh air?" Jim suggested, and you nodded, heading towards the back exit. Before you could leave, Jim caught your arm.

"Y/N, you look really nice tonight." He complimented you, and you smiled, squeezing his hand before heading out the door and coming face to face with Jan Levinson.

"You're... Y/L/N, right?" Jan asked, and you nodded, glancing around but seeing no sign of Patrick.

"Yes. Y/N Y/L/N.. Thank you for coming all the way down from New York." You said, and Jan beckoned you closer.

"You smoke?" She asked, and you thought on it for a moment before accepting the cigarette and taking a long drag, handing it back.

"Could I talk to you about something, Miss Levinson?" You asked, and Jan smiled softly.

"Call me Jan, please. And of course."

"Well, at the Women in the Workplace meeting we had, I overheard you on the phone talking about a project. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but if Dunder Mifflin International is still a project corporate is investing in, I'd like to put my name forward." You weren't quite sure how you had mustered up so much courage, but it seemed to impress Jan.

"That's... Great initiative, Y/N. It's a scouting mission mostly, though. Not so much as a foreign branch as foreign clients." Jan corrected, and you quickly replied.

"I speak Spanish, and coversational French. If you need someone."

"What sparked the interest? Aren't you Michael's little prodigy?" Jan quizzed, and you sighed.

"I've been in Scranton for six years now, and when Jim told me he was accepting the transfer to Stamford, I was motivated to get off my backside." You said honestly, Jan handing you the cigarette again. "I don't think I'll work with any other company, so I might as well try for better pay here, right?"

"Indeed... Good to hear that Jim is accepting the position too..." Jan blew out the smoke, and sighed. "Why did I sleep with Mi-"

"Hey, Y/N, can we talk?" Patrick appeared out of nowhere, interrupting Jan's thought.

"Rick, not right now? Jan was talking?" You tried to hint, but Jan shook her head.

"I'll put your name in with New York, Y/N. I should be heading anyway. Nice to meet you, Patrick." She said with a nod, stubbing out the cigarette and walking over to her car. Patrick pulled you inside and upstairs.

Jan's car drove past a pickup truck, seated inside was Roy, with his fiancée Pam stood at the window.

"Sorry babe, I'm just beat." Roy emphasised the last word, and Pam nodded.

"It's okay. I'll see you at home." Pam assured him.

"Okay. Don't try to lose too much money, alright? Cause we still want a honeymoon?" Roy joked and the two shared a laugh as Jim walked round the corner, looking for Y/N. "Hey Halpert! Keep an eye on her, all right?" Roy called to him, and Jim nodded.

"Okay. Will do." Jim promised, and Roy drove off into the night. Pam walked over to Jim, arms swinging. "Hey, how's it going?" He asked.

"Good. Especially after I took all your money in poker." Pam teased, and Jim let out a low-effort laugh.

"Yeah... Uh." Jim thought for a moment, and realised he still hadn't told anyone by Y/N about Stamford. It would only be fair if Pam heard it from him first. "Hey, can I talk to you about something?" Jim asked.

"About when you want to give me more of your money? Did you wanna do that now? We can go inside, I'm feeling kind of good tonight." Pam joked with him, biting her lip as she smiled.

"I was just um..." Jim started, but seeing that smile, and that girl in that dress, telling her about his transfer was the last thing he wanted to do.

"I'm in love with you."

"... What?"

"I'm really sorry if that's weird for you to hear, but I need you to... Hear it." Jim breathed out slowly as he spoke, looking down at his shoes. "Probably not good timing, I know that. I just-"

"What are you doing?" Pam asked, a look of fear and confusion across her face. "What do you expect me to say to that?"

"I just needed you to know. Once." Jim stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets. Pam couldn't meet his gaze.

"Well, I, um... I... I can't." Pam said, fidgeting, and Jim nodded. "I don't... And Roy, and Y/N." she started.

"I know..." Jim kept his gaze down.

"You have no idea..." Pam began, but Jim cut her off.

"Don't do that."

"... what your friendship means to me. And honestly, Jim, I think you're wrong." The words came out suddenly, stopping both of them.

"What do you mean, I'm wrong? I've been in love with you for almost four years." Jim said it softly, doing his best not to get frustrated, and Pam looked him in the eyes.

"Do you seriously not see how she looks at you?" Pam spoke quietly, and Jim met her gaze. Pam took a step back, "You don't... You really don't."

"What are you talking about Pam?" Jim gave up trying to decipher phrases, and Pam just shook her head, starting her walk down to the road, hailing a taxi. "Pam! Don't do that... You know I want to be more than this." Jim followed her.

"I'm really sorry, Jim... If you misinterpreted things between us, but you need to figure this out on your own-" Pam started once more.

"Just don't..." Jim sighed, getting the message, or at least part of it, loud and clear, before walking back towards the building. He needed to be alone, and repelled by the noise and laughter that came from the warehouse, Jim made a quick turn and headed into the front door, taking the stairs up to the office.

A place to think, to process, to hide. Pick up the pieces of a broken heart without judgement. But as he got through the door, he heard loud voices, muffled by the walls and doors in the way. And he would never admit that he wanted to see how someone was suffering just as much as he was, but his curiosity took over, and he walked further into the office, spotting Patrick pacing around the kitchen, Y/N stood by the door. He moved closer to hear it all better.

"And you just had to wait until now to tell me? After I had just introduced you to the entire office as my boyfriend?" You asked, raising your voice a little. It's not like anyone would hear.

"What was I supposed to do? Tell you in the car?"

"Yes Patrick!" You exclaimed, and he sighed.

"Listen, we don't have to end this badly, Y/N." Patrick tried to rationalise with you, and you let out a laugh. "It's not like we were planning more than a week ahead."

"Right... Really glad I didn't think about a future with you." You snapped, taking a seat. "But I did, and I..." you felt your eyes watering, and you took a deep breath. "But you know what? Fuck you, fuck Jennifer, I hope you're happy together. No more need to lie for my sake." You announced, and Patrick looked away.

"We were barely anything, Y/N."

"Still sucks to be cheated on, Patrick."

"Like you haven't cheated on me!" He yelled suddenly, and you stood up to defend yourself.

"No! I haven't! What would give you such an idea?"

"Don't lie, I saw the way you were looking at Jim all night." He spat out, and you stepped back. Jim?

"Jim... Jim Halpert? My best friend? My co worker, who is in love with someone else?!" You rolled your eyes. "God Rick, don't shift blame onto me with that bullshit. You've spent this entire night ignoring me and texting your ex, planning a booty call the second you dropped me off home."

"She's not my ex... You are." Rick silenced you, and you bit your lip to counteract the stinging in your eyes. "Do you really not realise how you look at him? Even when I'm around. All the touches and the winking and the hugs. No wonder half your colleagues were surprised I existed."

"You cheated on me! My friendship with Jim was never a threat to us, but you HAVING SEX WITH JENNIFER IS!" You reiterated it, plain and simple, shaking your head in disbelief. He had been seeing her all this time, and only today, when Jennifer got impatient on waiting for you and Patrick to break up amicably did the ass finally have the balls to do it. "Just... Delete my number, Rick. I hope you and Jennifer have a great life, fuck you both."

Patrick stormed out past her then, Jim moving back to not be noticed as Patrick marched out the office, slamming the front door in the process. Jim took a second, and hearing quiet sobs from the kitchen, he decided to head in. You could be heartbroken together.

You looked up as he entered, wiping the tears from your face and smiling as wide as you could.

"Hey, Halpert. What are you doing up here?" You asked, but Jim gave you a look, and you knew he had heard everything. You smile disappeared, sighing and looking down as Jim sat down beside you. "Heard all of it?"

"Enough..." Jim said, taking your hand in his. "But if it helps, Pam rejected me, so two broken hearts..." He whispered, and you looked up, reaching over to hug him tightly.

"I'm so sorry Jim..." you sighed, and he broke the hug with a nod.

"You know, she said she couldn't because of Roy... And because of you." Jim scoffed, wiping away a tear. "I honestly think she's convinced you like me."

"Patrick said the exact same thing..." You commented, and the pair of you laughed. "People have been losing their minds tonight, it seems."

"Yeah... I'm going to Stamford now. No point staying here really..." Jim sighed, and you nodded.

"Jan is putting my name in with New York for the Europe scouting mission..." You told him, and the pair of you sat in the silence for a little longer.

"Things will get back to normal, right?" Jim asked, and you looked up at him. "I don't want any of this to have ruined... What if I've lost Pam to this, for good?" His voice wavered, and you shook your head quickly.

"Like Pam would want to lose you... It'll be okay Jim... It has to be." You assured him, and he smiled a little.

"Want to head home? Ice cream fest and movies until we crash?" He suggested, and you nodded. He helped you up, holding you for a moment more to hug you. It felt nice, warm, safe... His threw his arm over your shoulders, and the pair of you walked out the office, turning off the lights as you went, and getting into Jim's car.

You may have been heartbroken, but there was nothing in the world Jim couldn't make better.

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Hello I really sorry to ask, but, it would be nice to hear your opinion. Could Blitzwing-like triple-changers exist (Those who can change their personalities and faces), or is he one of kind? I wanna create my own au, where Bumblebee will become a triplechanger like Blitzy, but i'm not quite sure if this is okay. Thank you anyway

short answer:

long answer full of 15 billion carefully curated headcanons:

about 5 million years into the war, before megatron started looking for the allspark, he became aware of the huge advantage that autobots had over him because of space bridge technology and started to do his own scientific development. he opts to counter with force and try to destroy the bridges, and he thinks the best way to do so is with armies of tanks and planes. the problem was that in order to get the tank modes around, they had to fly carrier ships, which were easily shot down by autobots before landing. so he decided, how about tanks with wings?

so decepticon scientists start working on triple changers. and they had a lot of issues, the primary one being that standard cybertronian t-cogs don’t support multiple alt modes, and the spark rejects the alt mode that doesn’t fit their coding. most of the bots being experimented on blow up as soon as they try to switch alt modes because their spark just yeets out of commission.

eventually the engineers stop the spontaneous combustion issue, but then another code issue arises: alt mode conflict. basically, the spark has certain instincts and behaviors based on the alt mode: plane types have different strains of code than car types, just because of like, how their frames work. and the big problem that arises is that there’s two types of code trying to be loaded into a singular CPU, and that shit does not compute properly. so the processor gets royally fucked up and fires off all kinds of errors, like, all the time. then the t-cog gets deep fried because it’s not strong enough to shift between multiple alt modes more than, like, 4 times. so, long story short, bot starts having severe processor issues and then their frame just entirely gives out. megatron eventually stops triple changer development because after another 3 million years of trying, the cons are losing the war, and he doesn’t have the resources for it.

fast forward another few million years, when blackarachnia joins the decepticon ranks. megatron takes interest in blackarachnia because her unusual alt mode could suggest a solution to his triple changer problem. since the war is now over and megatron is just scheming instead of fighting, he has blackarachnia work on creating a triple changer and tells her to go hogwild-- it’s not like he’s risking a war loss anymore if he loses more soliders. blackarachnia blows up a few more bots before concluding that introducing a strain of quintesson code to the spark allows for the t-cog to competently handle up to two alt modes. she discovers this by doing experiments on blitzwing, a young, hardheaded armored jet bot that megatron sort of hated because he kept breaking ranks during the late years of the war.

quintessons have similar enough code to cybertronians that the code doesn’t self destruct, essentially creating a helper function between the multiple alt modes and the processor, since quintessons swap between different faces. a weird side effect of this is that the bot in question, blitzwing, also ends up with his processor somewhat segmented, multiple faces a la quintesson, and huge difficultly with mood control. megatron basically tortures him until blitzwing is able to moderate his wild mood swings, and then blitzy escalates the ranks really fast because he’s a tough ass bitch.

megatron does not create any more triple changers though. he tries, but blitzwing proves to be the only bot able to handle the huge mental strain, and the others either go on massive murderous rampages or take their own lives.

SO.

based on my headcanons, yes, any bot could become a triple changer. however, it takes a huge amount of mental fortitude to keep functioning at all, and no one wants to volunteer for it because all of the examples are either dead or blitzwing, who’s kind of a nutbar despite his underlying mental toughness

#holy fuck that got long but yeah thats my answer LOL #headcanon #blitzwing #tfa #ask

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