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sporkberries · 1 year

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I saw your post about Tim and Jason and I’ve never agreed about something more. We need more fics where them getting closer is at least canon adjacent instead of the stuff we get in fanon. A lot of their fanon content really grosses me out because it sort of reads like Tim developing Stockholm syndrome for Jason who repeatedly abuses him but can’t be blamed for it because of “pit madness” 🤢. That might just be because of my personal experiences but it really grosses me out a lot of the time

YEAH NO I 100% AGREE. I think portraying Tim as automatically forgiving Jason for the awful things he does(TO TIM) and ohh Jason wants to hurt him but its not his faulltt. Is so fucking UEGH. I think its not only a disservice to both of their characters but a really weird dynamic to tag as “fluff” and “hurt/comfort”.

I especially dislike the Titan’s Tower stories not just because they misrepresent the actual scene(which is very ridiculous imo) but because having Jason beat the shit out of Tim and then WRITE ON THE WALLS WITH HIS BLOOD and then being like ohh no he’s his care taker now is so 😨. Like imagine someone beating you so bad THEY CAN WRITE WITH YOUR BLOOD and then them kidnapping you and “taking care of you” thats so fucked…

I think the fandom in general can turn Tim into a bit of a punching bag which… fair. Im not going to pretend like i dont like angst BUT when portraying these traumatic events or his interactions with the people around him they kinda make him… spineless? Which IS a valid trauma response but its not Tim. Tim can be literally on the verge of death and he’ll still probably be shit talking you y’know? He can be self sacrificing yeah but… come on.

IDK. Jason pre reboot is kinda not a great person and i think the fandom WANTS him to be and they want to twist it into “pit madness”(which isnt a long lasting thing) or “he protects women and kids”(does he?) when it just… isn’t true?

Fanon Jason as a whole is just kinda an OC with bits of current Jason mixed into him, he doesn’t exist outside the fandom. This is why i sometimes joke about being a “jason todd hater” when i dont really have much against the character(other than most his comics being shit 😔) but because i dislike some aspects of the fandom he represents.

I do think Tim and Jason have the POTENTIAL to get along. They’re both snarky bastards and that dynamic is fun to write and mess around with but there is A LOT of baggage to unpack. Titans tower stuff aside Tim broke Jason out of prison which resulted in Jason donning a batman suit and killing a bunch if people which Tim feels EXTREME guilt for. So even if pre reboot jason wants something to do with Tim(which i think he does as he continually reaches out to him) there is a lot they would need to work on. Which i admit would be interesting to read but sadly a lot of fics dont really follow the comics that well.

Anyhow closing this off i also want to mention again how the fandom prioritizes Tim’s largely fanon(or lobdell written so shouldnt be acknowledged ) relationship with jason over his long lasting canonical relationships with female characters( Cass and Helena[HELENA IS SUCH A VICTIM OF THIS OH MY GOD AND FANON JASON STEALS SO MANY OF HER TRAITS AN-]) 😔

But yeah fanon jason and tim is weird and i’d be interested to see an actual brotherhood develop between the two but i think it would take a lot of work from the both of them(which DC will definitely not put in 😔)

#thank you for the ask btw i have a lot of thoughts on this #I think the titans tower type fic could work if the author actually wrote it as a horror story but pretending its fluff is crazy #fandom critical #jason todd #tim drake #spork says stuff #dc #batfam #sorry if theres any typos <\\3 #this is also super rambling so

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lazaruspiss · 10 months

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I think the ship of mine most likely to actually work would be poly robins, as in dick/jason/steph/tim and dami after he grows up some. In universe, most people would side eye it, and even the robins would think it's weird at first. But it works. Eventually, even their worst fights roll over like a gentle stream, and loving would come as easy as breathing. There's a bond there, stronger than blood. An oath unspoken, it doesn't need to be put to words. A group of people whose dedication can only be matched by the others.

#no one else is better for a robin than another robin in this essay i will-#ough. feelings. my sleepyness has made me sappy.#dear every robin ever please stop giving everything to a man (batman) who will never appreciate u and give it to someone who WILL #aka other robins who Get It #no one else can really understand the depth of that trauma i think.#and the all had different experiences so its not like. 100% understanding.#but theres still something at the core of being robin that Means Something #sorry im being sappy. i said it b4 but its bc im tired </3 #if i missed any typos in this. no i didnt.

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skrunksthatwunk · 1 year

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why'd they give the IT help desk guy at [university] the same mics they use at drive thrus 💀💀💀

#me and my audio processing issues were having A Time Of It #he was very patient too i feel so bad for asking 'what? huh? im sorry could you repeat that?? I DONT UNDERSTAND YOU IM SO SORRY???'#in increasingly higher pitches #ya girl was desperate lol #the website is so broken the only option is literally to call them bc the other stuff doesnt work #theres also a typo in the hours listed and like 8 broken links #[university] website dont be impossible to navigate challenge (impossible)#now i AM excited to go there but like. christ on a cracker babes #and with my audio processing stuff i can often get a vague idea that words Are Sure Being Said but this poor guy. just a wall of sound #anyway finally enrolling like #WAYYYY too close to the deadline. here's hoping it still works bc otherwise my parents are gonna idk kill me probably #anyway yeah it was like pulling teeth every question and im sure it wasnt any better for him. minimum 3 repeats per question im not kidding #pain death bury me already

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jrueships · 2 years

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scottie/maxey

Because i love them and the options blank, i used my presidential action to make their prompt be 'prompt with more than 5 sentences' as they DESERVE !!!!!

Sitting in the shadows as the true disgruntled failure he feels like, Scottie Barnes could only be zapped out of his self-targeted diatribe after a playoff loss by the singular skeletal tap against his shoulder.

Turning with arched brows raised, he saw the scarf and immediately acknowledged Anunoby. In return, OG only muttered a phrase he probably had to tell Deebo too many times, "There's a Philly in here; I think he's yours."

Scottie tilted his head, hair fluffing to the side, about to ask if it was Joel, but the classic dead expression on the Raptor's face simply sent him walking toward the direction of his pointed thumb instead.

Through the locker room he traveled in search of 'His Philly', socked and crocc'ed feet slapping all the way.

Two small figures stood talking about weights under an orange light, and as Barnes drew closer with recognition rising, his entire face began to light up as well.

Lengthy arms extended outward through the happy gambol, squealing something between a name and an onomatopoeia that sent the bearded figure chuckling away and the dreaded one grinning his way.

"MAAAXEY!!!!!!!" He called, but screeched to a heeled halt with an invisible cartoon dustcloud created from the torque, stopping himself just before the two could touch. Instead, learning and respecting from last time, Scottie chuckled consciously and clasped his hands happily behind his backs while rocking.

"Hey Max-"

Tyrese's braids swished from his own sideways glance, eyebrows curved upside down before his face began to glow in match. A giggle muffled behind closed whites, then switched mufflers for a snuggle into Scottie's shoulder as substitute.

"Hey Scot."

Laughed into the hug, Scottie could only return the sixer's embrace. (A Raptor hugging a Sixer, oh curse this ever-evolving planet -- a necessary note from Norman Powell).

They hugged in quiet giggles for a moment that seemed more superior than time, Maxey introducing actual speech into the mix only to attempt an elaboration, "sorry I didn't hug you sooner, right after the game, I mean- I didn't want it to seem like something just for publicity. I wanted us to be.. - real-"

Lisped words tutter softer as their owner burrows his head impossibily deeper into the safety of Scottie's chest (the left side): embarrassed.

Barnes pulls back, Maxey's molars start to tenderize lip fueled from regret, but Barnes makes sure to fix that.

"I think you just wanted a hug after I showered."

With a joke, of course. It was the Scottie Way.

Eyes were rolled despite smiles returning, and hugs were continued despite playoffs being fought.

#IN CLOSE OFFS... the philly raptors games lasted long for the ROMANTICISM of it ALL #the growing REESE/SCOOTS of it ALL !!!#the reeses scooties!!!!#relationships where they both recharge each others batteries just by being there for each other <333333 #I WAS RLLY EXCITED TO ANSWER THIS ONE AND TOTALLY TAKEN BACK!!!#i didnt expect it at all!#LOVED IT A LOT !!!!! THANK U FOR THIS #sorry it's not five sentences.. i couldnt resist never shutting up about Them 😭#THEYRE CUTE 2 ME !!!!!!!!#also sorry if theres any typos or stuff i wrote this one thru the rose tinted glasses #i love writing soft stuff but also hate it bcs it's so easy to get lost in it 😭#and end up accidentally writing confusing bullshit that totally ruins it #IDC THO!!!! I LOVE THEM <3 #THNK U THANK U FOR THIS ASK!#HOPE U ENJOY!!!#romeo and juliet but legal #scoots #maxey #ted asks #ted drabbles #i'd readmore this but uhhh sometimes being gay trumps being conscious of the people #fate is fate 😇

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the-s1lly-corner · 10 months

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Hello how are you :3? I was wondering if you could write E.J., Hoodie, and Masky with a s/o that has a lot of scars? (Toby too but platonic for him) I’m not sure how many people we can request so if it’s too many just Hoodie? I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable and thank you!

Various!Creepypastas w/ a scarred!reader

waaaah im so sorry for not seeing this sooner! i didnt recieve a notification for this ask!! really theres no limit to how many characters you can send in! i think my personal max varies from prompt to prompt!! mix of how they approach the concept of a scarred lover (friend in tobys case) with some hints of fluff! cause of scars will be vague as admittedly i didnt know if you meant general scars or SH! side note i hope this posts right! im writing this on my computer, im used to mobile!! + apologies for any weird wording or typos, im listening to music and im getting hyped!! not proof read we die like my spiderverse brainrot

Includes: Eyeless Jack, Hoodie, Masky and Platonic!Toby!

CWs: touch and go talk of potential past trauma, body image issues, vague mentions of SH(?) in EJs part + Toby's parts

admittedly admin doesnt know if its technically SH due to the nature and motiv but personally id still count it as such and tag it as such

Eyeless Jack;

he gets it, he really does. the basic run down of my hc/take on ej is that he wasnt always some flesh eating monster; just some dude who got caught up in some bad stuff

so naturally, he doesnt... really vibe well with the concept of eating human flesh, which can lead to a few... instances. from intentionally to accidentally harming himself while hes lost in his instincts

so hes no stranger to being a little roughed up around the edges

but hes a stranger to comforting; he'll likely approach it from a logical side before trying anything else. "you've been hurt," before going on a small tangent about the formation of scars. hes not the most... emotionally... good... available... person

so youre going to need to lay out the general basis for what you need for basic comfort, on days where your scars become an issue; be is needing comfort or a distraction. it may take him a while, but hell eventually start to pick up on cues and hints as your relationship develops

otherwise hes very neutral about them, again approaching them with a blunt view; seeing it as neither good nor bad. he doesnt draw attention to them, but he doesnt act like theyre gross

really just. vibing with it, doesnt make a huge deal of it since he feels he doesnt have any place to judge, nor does he feel its his business to pry for information

solid 6/10 imo, hell comfort you if you express that you need it but hell likely not go out of his way to do it

Hoodie;

Soft touches, he almost does it before he has your permission to touch you

naturally he has his own fair share of scars from various.. activities

really im still all jumbled up with how i wanna write him and masky; not sure if i want to make them like how they are in their MH source or lean into the proxy thing that was prominent in the early days of the fandom... lowkey leaning into the proxy thing for this post because im more... versed..? in that, but anyhow

hes more upfront and compassionate than eyeless jack, in fact hes probably the most caring out of the four in todays post... maybe thats because i read one (1) fic years back that changed my entire approach to his character but! yeah

subconsciously trails his hands on them when the two of you are holding one another; something gentle and intimate, not too obnoxious to make you self conscious, but not careful enough to go unnoticed

i view hoodie, and by extension brian if i end up considering him and tim fully seperate from their 'proxy' parts, as a very tactile person

true to the popular fanon interpretation, hoodie doesnt speak much. but that only makes him a better listener, so on days where things get hard, hell let you talk his ears off with anything thats bothering you. very rarely, hell speak up and offer some words of advice, most times hell inch closer to grasp you. though it does get awkward since most the time hes just. blankly staring at you silently without emoting or saying a word

overall? personally hes a 7/10 for me, i would rank him higher if he were more verbal, but thats just because admin has an easier time venting if its a two way convo; but overall hell make sure that your scars dont effect your worth

Masky;

very similarly to hoodie, masky also has his own set of scars for the same reasons

he probably starts pointing out his own scars to you and mumbles about where they came from if he knows their origins

this doesnt mean "oh hes invalidating your experiences and hes trying to make it about himself," but more so "hes showing that he really does get it and he doesnt mean to talk over you"

much like EJ he approaches scars with a very blunt and upfront mindset, but to a lesser extent. he admits that whatever led up to the tissue forming, it hurt. emotionally and physically, and hes not going to deny that simple fact. hell listen to you, have a conversation with you about it, and try to help you through whatever you may be currently going through regardless of if youre injury is relevant.

or at least, thats what hes trying to do.

hes still has his own personal issues regarding going about his own problems in a healthy manner but hey thats something for another post; maybe, if i remember

honestly this post doesnt have enough fluff imo, and i can kinda see masky doing this, but imagine he boops his mask against your scars in a mockery of a kiss (doesnt take off his mask often, in fact youll probably never ever see him without it on), i can see jack doing this too tbh

thoughts? 8/10, gets the bonus points for being less awkward to rant to imo, plus i think asides ej, i think i have a bias for masky for the simple fact i had the fattest crush on him when i was in middle school

Toby;

okay! this one is going to be interesting for one main reason! i actually havent touched tobys character in YEARS! so hes probably going to have the shorter list... obligatory i havent built any solid hcs for him past what was going on in the fandom in the 2010s, before toby briefly became a mild discomfort... but we're back in business baby!! (^^ dont feel bad for requesting for toby btw! hes no longer a discomfort, and if i didnt want to write for him i wouldnt be including him right here!!)

obviously we cant talk about his part without talking about his cheek. and other, similar hcs. while i dont think most of the self inflicted marks on his body were from a place of.. for lack of better words, darkness; it doesnt change the fact he still has them. i think a lot of them are from the fact he cant feel anything; accidental burns, gnawing through his cheek, digging his fingers deep into himself. really i could go into detail, but due to the aforementioned fact that my take on him isnt as developed as other characters + i really dont think its appropriate for this post (or really, anywhere on this account,), ill stop there

while he cant relate to the physical pain of what caused your scars, he can sympathize through your feelings. do you feel sorrow, or anger to whoever hurt you? hell be getting worked up right with you, because to him youre one of his closest friends

i feel like he doesnt talk much about his past, regarding his family. but hed tell you, and you can sure as hell bet that hell do his absolute damndest to grant you the same feeling of security.

hell probably touch and prod without truly meaning any harm, but thats because he can have problems with boundaries, but hell listen if you sit him down and tell him it makes you uncomfortable if it does

more so emotional than outwardly... supportive? idk the words, but hes very empathetic with you and tries to relate to you through emotion rather than feeling what you felt. honestly? kinda based for that, but maybe thats because i dont see feelings about this topic being touched on, usually its straight up about how the scar makes the person look or the physical trauma they had gone through, but idk, maybe thats just a me thing

he can be an asshole at times but hell usually backtrack and cool off somewhere else if you call him out on it imo

not sure if its because as im LITERALLY investigating his characteristics and interpretations as we speak, but i think im starting to relate to him so ER-OH!

anyways, i wish i could make his segment more... in tune with the characters above but its probably going to take me a while until im comfortable with how i portray this dude, which sucks because as a kid he was probably one of my favorites

i dont think im going to give toby a rating like the others; since i dont think i can accurate rate him due to the lack of proper concrete ideas outside of him being empathetic to your emotional pain since he cant relate on how much it hurt

im gonna end this here since im starting to sound like a broken record on tobys part so!

i hope you enjoyed this! characterization may be a little off but i blame that mostly on the fact that i kinda fell out of the loop in regards for writing for these guys (that damn spider movie! the brainrot threw me off my creepypasta grind!/j) but its good to be back writing for this fandom! it was a fun little brain exercise trying to figure out each character goes about this kind of thing without making them all the same!! with that being said, im going to go listen to an audio reading of tobys story so i can regrounded in his character and hopefully do him some justice in the future!

#creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #hoodie x reader #masky x reader #ticci toby x reader #eyeless jack x you #hoodie x you #masky x you #ticci toby x you

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khoipyan · 1 year

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you’ve received a text!

headcanons of octavinelle’s texting styles when texting with you!

warnings; no major ones, hinted to be dating in azul’s and jade’s, can be seen as platonic or romantic

notes; snore mimimi.., FLOYD I LOVE YOU FLOYD LEECH FLOYD LEECH WAAAAAAHA SOBS SNIFF CRIES COUGH 😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ im sorry

(notes have nothing to do with the fic i am just so in love with floyd)

azul ashengrotto

formal all the way. Capitalized letters, punctuation in place and even uses BIG BOY WORDS?!

when texting azul, he tries his best to keep formal even with you.

sometimes uses emojis, but very rarely and only with you. i think his favourites are 😊😓🤔 in the most non-joking way possible.

If he's in a rush or just happens to slip up, there may be a time where he forgets to put the proper punctuation endings (.?!,), but he'll be sure to correct himself in that moment.

EXTREMELY RARE but he might use acronyms (unless it's something like ASAP)? only because i can imagine him going:

"Love you, in a rush, TTYL. ❤️"

honestly an average speed texter but much better using a keyboard, probably owns a tablet with some sort of keyboard attachment.

barely uses the texting app on his phone because he's more used to emailing people. not enough for said messaging app to catch dust, but you get the idea.

(also kind of think he doesn't understand tone tags but he'll try if you want him to, not that he'll use them often but if you ask then he shall.)

jade leech

another formal texter... this time he doesn't slip up at all. sure, he'll make very infrequent typos, but he'll catch himself before he hits send.

bro does NOT use any of those yellow emojis to express how he is feeling over text. he's old fashioned.

generally doesn't use emojis unless with people he considers to be more than clientele (even if you guys are just seatmates or something), but when he does...

your two choices are :) or :(. that's it. maybe even the winking versions if he's feeling a tad bit extra.

regardless, he makes use of the emojis that aren't the people/yellow emojis. his favourite emoji has to be the mushroom one because he thinks it's cute despite the fact it doesn't realistically look like a mushroom at all.

(also yes, i know mushrooms with red caps speckled with white do exist, BUT DO NOT BE TELLING ME THOSE SPOTS ARE THAT BIG. maybe i'm in denial but THERES NO WAY.)

he'll be putting that mushroom emoji with anything.

"Did you have a good day today, dear? 🍄" "May I come over today? I wish to see your face again. 🍄" "Can you perhaps come over to Mostro Lounge today? Floyd wants to play with somebody, and you'll be able to see me while you're at it. 🍄"

literally the most random uses for the mushroom emoji.

it's ok we love jade for that

floyd leech

his texting habits are so irregular you don't even know WHAT to expect. usually does capitalize his letters at the start of his sentences, but sometimes he'll start capitalizing random words out of NO WHERE.

"Hey shrimpy..... wanna Play With me.... come Over to mostro im bored"

when he's upset he doesn't bother capitalizing anything, why put in the extra amount of work when you're moody?

emoji user REAL. typically anything you'd expect from genZ slang, to be honest. his favourites are 😱😇🤬☹️ and you know what, HE PROBABLY USES THOSE SHARK MEMOJIS BECAUSE HE THINKS IT'S FUNNY (and it is).

the most non-driest texter ever, also if you don’t respond to him within 0.0001 seconds he’ll start exploding your phone with spam messages (unless you’ve told him not to do that, then maybe he’ll only send 2-3 after-messages from then on)

has absolutely no intent of using proper punctuation, the type of guy to use multiple ellipses in one message.

honestly, his texting habits make him less intimidating than he actually is in reality.

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heart4reigns · 11 months

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i had this idea for roman where reader is like the sweet girl wrestlers go to when they really want to have a match with someone because she’s really good at persuading the higher ups and roman really wants a match against (a wrestler of ur choice) cuz he thinks that will blow the audiences minds so he goes to talk to her and as time goes by in the convo, they drift off and start taking about life and relationships and like days after they start bumping into each other more and more and one of them soon develops a crush ✊✊✊✊✊✊ (sorry if theres any typos)

IN BLOOM, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, inaccurate events, alcohol mentioned, teasings

tags: i love writing out of the ring roman like it's so fun,,, bisexual reader since i love shotzi, THEORY FLIRTING, had to tweak several things to fit the plot!! i hope u don't mind <3 why does (y/n) has a saul goodman vibes here i just realized that

summary: you’re really good at your job

THE room was filled with excitement as you shook your boss’s hand. “you will be the death of me, ms. (l/n). we have a deal!” you smiled at him, only to receive the same gesture. “then it is settled," your boss paused for a second. "lynch against rollins... i think it's a solid deal." you nodded at his sentence. "tell them to come to the office tomorrow, we'll talk about the deal. thank you for bringing yet another great idea, ms. (l/n)."

"YOU'RE JOKING?" seth was practically yelling in your office. "no, i scored it. although the two of you," you pointed at becky and seth. "have to come to the office to sign the contract." becky immediately stood up and hugged you. "god, thank you (y/n)... i don't know why you’re so good at this.” she chuckled. “hey, it’s my job to make sure that everyone enjoys their job.” “you’re a blessing, (y/n). should’ve been here since 10 years ago.”

your office became empty as the two lovebirds left. you were satisfied with your bookings for next month. the couple had been asking for the higher ups to put them in the ring together, but they would always decline–saying no every time they proposed the idea. they came to you, being the talent relations, you had to step up for the wrestlers and give the people what they wanted. being in the board meant that you knew how the games were played, people had a soft spot for you as you were an amazing sweet talker.

ever since you were hired as talent relations, you were mostly in charge of the bookings that happened. the company noticed that the wrestlers were enjoying their matches and it was all because of you. you gave them what they wanted, gave the people amazing shows, you were very good at your job.

"you really scored a high-rating today." "honestly, i know i don't stand a chance with my girl, but i had so much fun." the two wrestlers were talking backstage. "that's because i know your weak spots." becky replied, drinking her water. "finally got our dream match. all thanks to (y/n)." roman's ears perked up. "talent relations did all of that?" he furrowed his brows. "oh yeah, she's really good at doing her job. got gunther and ali against each other, who else... brock with cody? that's all her doings." seth replied.

roman reigns was interested.

everyone seemed to speak highly of you as you were one of the sweetest and nicest one in the board. all his bookings were done by his manager, but he realized that he was bored of them. he needed a chance. roman needed to talk to you. "dude, eve from marketing was asking for you!" jey opened the locker room door. "i'm not interested, how many times do i need to tell you that?" roman groaned at his cousin trying to set him up. "damn dude, give her a chance." he shook his head.

"who else should we set you up with?" jimmy asked. "what about cath from creatives?" jey furrowed his eyebrows. "naaah, she has a husband." roman grew annoyed by his cousins. "rather than setting me up with someone, can y'all help me talk to (y/n)?" that caught their attentions. "what do you want from her?" jimmy squinted his eyes. "yeah uce, don't mess with her. she's like a baby sister to us here!"

the man groaned once again. "nah man, i just need to talk to her about work stuff. where is her office?" roman asked, still earning curious looks from his cousins. "i'm being for real, you remember the bianca match that we talked about? i heard seth and becky scored a match because of her." the twins nodded in unison. "room 12, 5th floor. if you pull some flirty shit, we will end you." that was a genuine threat from the twins.

you yawned, feeling sleepier than usual. caffeine sounds like a good idea, you thought. you just got back from the arena, you were very satisfied with your own bookings. seth and becky gave it all for today's match. you never doubted them from the start. "hi, (y/n)." the barista greeted you. "hi, the usual please! make it 2, i'm buying for my assistant too!"

when you exited the lift, you expected to see your assistant on her desk, typing some emails, but she was not there. you opened the door, expecting it to be empty. "i hope i'm not rude for entering your office, your assistant told me to just walk in, she said she was going to creatives to print your schedule by the way." you almost dropped your coffee when you saw a certain black-haired man sitting down on your chair. "o- oh, hi!" you greeted him, despite feeling rather intimidated by his presence.

"hello ms. (l/n). i'm roman, can we talk a bit about some things? if you're busy then we can schedule a meeting." his voice was as charming as he looked. "no, no. i'm free! please sit down and (y/n) would do!" you walked to your chair, facing him. it was your first time officially meeting him, as all of his bookings were made and signed by his manager. "so, how can i help you?" you knew when a wrestler comes to your office they were in need of help. whether it was a push or a gimmick change, you were always ready to help. "i heard from seth that you managed to score his latest match and it was amazing." you smiled at his sentence. "always ready to help the lovebirds, they are so kind."

"i want a match against bianca." and you were already interested in his proposal. "okay, continue." you said, typing down the plan. "bianca and i were talking the other week about this match and we really want it to happen. let her win, she deserves it. but all the fans really want us to face each other as we are both champions... i just think this deserves a run." you nodded, completely understanding the situation. "i couldn't agree more. wait, i'm looking for your report... socials told me that a lot of your fans want to see you in a mix match."

you turned your laptop monitor around, showing him the report from socials. "i think it's gonna be amazing, roman." you grinned as you saw him scanning the monitor. this was the first time he saw his social reports and people really wanted to see him in a mix-gender match. his eyes widened in surprise as he saw your tabs, you were already writing the email. to say the least, roman was impressed with your skills. "damn." was all that came out of his mouth.

"i just need to talk to bianca's manager about this and we're all settled. i'll propose the idea in the next board meeting." roman was about to ask if he should be in the next meeting or not. "don't worry about all the negotiations and the contracts. sit back and relax, your manager will bring you the documents after i score this deal." you answered his unspoken question.

"wow." he was flabbergasted. "(y/n), how are you so good at this?" roman asked. "oh, i love my job and i just want the talents to enjoy their job as much as i enjoy mine." you gave him an honest answer. "that's just pure dedication, they should induct you in the hall of fame." he joked, feeling comfortable with your friendly presence. you chuckled at his joke. "trust me, i feel like i deserve more than just a hall of fame induction, i should be the president for this company." roman laughed.

now he understood why people spoke very high of you. you bring positive vibes that was truly needed in the industry. "thank you, (y/n)." roman blurted out, genuinely thankful for your help. "no, no. don't thank me yet, i'm just doing my job!" roman shook his head. "not putting pressure on you, but i know you're gonna do an amazing job." you smiled at him. "thank you as well for trusting me, roman! i'll be there when the match happens. i also watch all of my bookings."

"so you were there when the twins fought the judgement day?" you nodded. "they did an amazing job, we got drinks after that... that night ended well for everyone." his eyes lit up. "you're close to them, right?" you nodded once again. "they're the best honestly, always helping me with ideas. kinda miss them. you should really come next time we're having a drink off!" you said.

"that sounds fun," he paused for a second. "you know, the locker room speaks very highly of you, (y/n)." you felt your cheeks reddened. "but it's funny how this is the first time we meet and they're right about you being this friendly." roman couldn't even deny your positivity. "like i said, i want everyone to enjoy their time in the ring." you replied with a happy tone. "how did you even get this job, sorry but... you look too young to be in charge."

you got that a lot and you were used to it. "honestly, you're not the first person to say that. i was just lucky, i guess... i was in public relations before this but they moved me to talent relations because they had to cut some crews, so i guess it was my lucky day." you told him about your backstory. "i love it here, it's better than being stuck with externals... i made a lot of friends along the way." you continued. "sorry, i'm just rambling." you realized that you were talking a lot.

the man immediately shook his head. "no, it's fine! i love hearing the upstair stories." he encouraged you to continue. "well, what do you wanna know? i have a lot of gossips about everything." you wiggled your eyebrows. "i even know about your secret romance with one of the crews from 2 years ago." roman's eyes widened in surprise. "that was only a short relationship!" he was shocked that you knew everything. "hey, i'm no one to judge, but janice? janice from marketing? she was a pain in my ass."

"oh come on, what about you and shotzi?" you rolled your eyes. "we decided to part ways in a mutual way, we're best friends now! oh my god, everyone knows?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "it was a locker room gossip. they kept teasing her about dating you..." the conversation continued between you and the universal champion. your alarm rang, it was time for you to clock out of work.

"i'll text you the outcomes for the meeting," you paused for a second to put your things inside your back. "i won't let you down." the two of you stood up in unison. "you're driving?" he asked. "no, i'm probably gonna call for taxi. my car is being repaired since seth accidentally knocked over my lamppost." you chuckled as you remembered the incident. "then let me take you home, that's the least i can do for taking up your time."

the car ride wasn't silent at all. "and i told her that we should stop seeing each other, she quitted her job after that." roman was telling the story about how he dated janice from marketing. "damn... that was why she dropped every project. you're the one to blame." you joked. "hey, it wasn't working out." he defended himself. "i know, i was joking. so, you seeing anyone now?" you asked him. "heard from the twins that they are setting you up with someone from marketing again." roman made a mental note to smack his cousins heads. "damn, they really should shut up sometimes. and no, the dating scene for me is out of reach."

"why is that?" "because i haven't met the right person, i guess."

you agreed with him. the dating scene for you was a mess as well. nothing really worked out for you, maybe you were too focused on making other people happy that you didn't have the time to focus on yourself. "damn, i couldn't agree more. but hey, at least we have our jobs, right?" roman nodded. "right, i think it's nice that we share the same perspective towards things, i can tell we're gonna be good friends, (y/n)." you giggled at his sentence. "i'd love to be friends with you, roman!"

needless to say, the two of you kept in contact as you were going to score one of the biggest wrestling matches in his entire career. you were preparing for the meeting when you saw a certain black-haired man roaming near your office. "roman?" you furrowed your eyebrows. "hi." he greeted you with a smile as you hugged him. "sorry, a habit." you apologized. "no worries!" he returned the gesture. "what are you doing here?" you asked, clearly confused. "i feel like i should help you in the meeting, if you don't mind. jey said it should be easy when the talent is there too." he was very considerate and that warmed your heart.

"good morning, everyone!" you walked into the meeting room, with roman on your side. "good morning, ms. (l/n) and... reigns?" people were obviously confused. everyone knew you were going to pull some shit and they will still fall for it. "as you can see right here, i brought roman with me because we have something we'd like to propose." everyone's attention was on the two of you.

he was impressed as he saw the board all agreeing with you. even though you were the youngest in the board, everyone seemed to respect you. another score, you thought. "i don't know how you do that, but i am very impressed." roman whispered to you. "it's my talent." you winked at him. you shook your boss's hand, finalizing the deal. "ms. (l/n), once again... outstanding like usual. might give you a promotion for this if this works out." your eyes lit up in excitement. "thank you boss."

roman and you exited the meeting room, clearly holding your squeaks. "oh my god!" you squealed, feeling thrilled for the upcoming match. "(y/n)... that was amazing!" he couldn't help but to hug you. "i'm so excited, good things are coming for you!" you hugged him back, feeling smaller in his arms. "fuck, this calls for a celebration! call your cousins, let's fucking get wasted tonight!"

the friendship bloomed as time passed by. you saw him quite often in work (more than before you were friends). a 'hi!' or 'do you wanna eat after this?' made everyone questioned your relationship with him. sure, you were nice to the talents but seeing you with the tribal chief himself was kind of out of place for you since you were always with him.

he was happy. it was the first time you worked together and the chemistry was there. he threw ideas and you would make them happen. roman was involved with the script and the choreography, which made you very excited for the match. that man was dedicated to his work, he was practically married to his job. but that didn’t stop him from making time for you. after rehearsals, it became a habit for the two of you to spend the night at a random parking lot, talking about everything.

you learned a lot about him and he learned a lot about you. he didn’t want to admit it but you were definitely his type. you were fearless, not afraid to say what was on your mind. he couldn’t help but to be attracted to you.

you were walking with him to the locker room, preparing for his first encounter with bianca. to your surprise, the locker room was full of people. "uce, i swear. you're taking her away from us!" jey complained. "hey, let's not fight... we haven't reached that timeline yet." you joked, earning a laugh from the locker room. "heard you scored this match, you never disappoint." solo patted your back. "so when are we fighting?" jimmy nudged you. "my man, you would instantly knock me out. i'm not built for the business."

everyone was talking to you, you were the center of their attentions. always throwing jokes and making people smile, you really lived up to your reputation. roman saw theory slinging his arm on your shoulders and he felt something he had never felt in years... was it jealousy? was it something else? he couldn't deny that you had a magnetic charm surrounding you, causing people to gravitate close to you.

"you never have time for me, (y/n)." theory pouted causing roman to raise one of his brows. "sorry, i've been busy with the entire belair-reigns fiasco... my office is always open though." you replied, putting down his arm from your shoulders. "no i meant like a date or something." the entire locker room boo-ed at him. "stay away from (y/n), she's for the girls only." bianca complained. "nah man, she's for the chief only." roman swore he'd throw some punches at his cousins if you weren't in the room.

"ooooh, romance brewing up?" you flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover your face with the rundown papers you had in your hands. of course you were attracted to the wrestler standing in front of you. you couldn't help but to be attracted as he was one of the nicest wrestlers you have ever met. not to mention, the two of you immediately clicked after your first meeting.

the locker room people couldn't stop teasing you, causing you to be flustered. "come on, that's enough. can't you tell that we're friends?" roman slung his arm on your shoulders, your face redder than before. "gotta be honest, the two of you look cute together." bianca added. you made eye-contact with roman and immediately looked away. "i mean, we do look cute. gotta be honest." roman was just adding fuel to the fire. "okay, now can we focus on the match today? this is so embarrassing for me." you admitted.

"(y/n) has a crush on roman!" "i do not!" "your face says otherwise!"

truth be told, everyone knew that the two of you were going to end up together. it was a matter of time till the romance bloomed into a relationship.

a/n: aaaa not my best writing to be honest but i tried my best!!! (i’m on a writer’s block fr) i hope u enjoyed it <3

#roman reigns #the usos #wwe #wwe imagines #paul heyman #jey uso #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns x reader #wrestling #cody rhodes #jimmy uso #solo sikoa #bianca belair #austin theory #shotzi #becky lynch #seth rollins

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familyofpaladins · 5 days

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You ever just get stuck by the silliest au idea and then suddenly its consumed your mind?

Anyway TMNT Princess Bride au

Most characters taken from the 2003 series, but personality of turtles might be closer to Rise series

(I wrote this in the notes of my phone so forgive typos and weird thought process lol)

Casey is buttercup. April is westly (Originally, and what inspired this whole thing. Was that karai was buttercup and Chapman was westley lol)

The turtle bros work for stockman (bishop?) Because he says he has he will help them find their father's killer. A man who has 3 scars along his chin.

Casey just a simple farmer (oh my god. The farm house) with April there to help feed chickens and milk cows and such and such (Would she only say as you wish?? Would she be that submissive? Idk. Maybe she would as long as he promised not to call her babe lol) (LMAO HER PHRASE IS DONT CALL ME BABE INSTEAD OF AS YOU WISH LOLOLOL)

Eventually she goes off to maybe get soem schooling or soemthing. But her ship gets [sunk/destroyed] by the Dread Pirate Krang. April doesn't return and after years Casey believes she died.

Then the local royalty happens to pass by and the princess (karai)(who is told needs to find a husband so she can finally become queen) decides to make Casey her groom.

Casey still in a depressive gloom doesnt do much to reject her.

One day when Casey is out on a run (one of his few joys) he gets kidnapped by 4 demihuman turtles . :D

But then. A stranger begins to follow them. A (wo)man in black

I've mostly been going from 03 inspiration of character. But the turtles might be a little more Rise based.

Leo is inigo foil. The master swordsman. And the banter. "You seem a decent fellow, I hate to kill you" "you seem a decent fellow. I hate to die" I am not left handed. He Asks april "ever seen a man with 3 scars along his chin?" "Do you ask everyone that question?

Raph is Fezzik . Big. The muscle. (Kind) Mikey doesnt have a direct foil. May have his own individual fight with april or possibly works with raph. The muscle and taunting words and stuff idk

Stockman is arrogant and thinks hes the smartest around. Accepts April's challenge.

Don is there to keep a hold on Casey. (He plays the game a long in his mind that it doenst actually take any posion). Once stockman is dead, Don just asks for th truth about what happen to the rest of his brothers, April tells him they are just knocked out and will be fine. He says he doenst really care about keeping casey as they were just doing it to work with stockman and well he's dead so no point. Bye crazy smart lady and sad prince to be. And he leaves to meet up with his brothers.

Cue april trying to lead casey away and him being like. Oh you're the pirate that killed the love of my life! Blah blah blah so you can shove it babe!

*falling down hill* doooon't caaaaaall me baaaaaaabe! Oh my sweet april ehat have I done!? *throws self down cliff*

They go through the forest (lmao splinter as rous) (not actually but the image is funny)

And Karai and her advisor Oroku Saki meet them and casey begs her to let april go instead of killing her.

April notes that the advisor has 3 scars a long his chin. That's right. Shredder is what's his face and killed splinter. (Sorry splints. You had to die in this au)

April is taken to Bishop who experiments on his death machine. Just doing his job and having fun with his toys.

BUT

shredder shows up when he learns about the demihumans and asks too many questions about the demi humans shes ever encountered. (Theres a small but decent population in the kingdom) but especially that turtles she encountered last. April doesn't care (she does but more concerned about casey) and asks instead about casey and telling him shes never going to stop.

Karai may or may not visit April… idk. But honestly she doesnt really care about marrying casey but she needs to in order to get the crown.

Anyway its shredder who throws a hissy fit and cranks up the machine "killing" april

Meanwhile the turtles have regrouped but leo is super depressed because he failed and now theh have no lead on their father's killer. Brothers eventually pull him out of it.

They hear aprils cry?? They want "the woman in black" to help them??

Idk they go look for her

("Father guide my sword" is SUCH a thing Leo would do and the humor of it hitting the tree then opening the door is peak tmnt.)

Oh no shes dead

Enter miracle max. I mean the ancient one."she is only MOSTLY dead"

Tang shen: "I'm not a witch! I'm your daughter!" (Maybe. This might change)

They all have to push raph on the cart to break into the castle. Hun is the door keeper lol

Leo goes after shredder. Raph is hauling April around. Ikd what mikey and don are doing exactly. Maybe they split off to look for karai and/or casey

Leo: RAPH!! RAAAAPH. HE'S GETTING AWAY! RAPH

Raph: sighs and puts april down carefully and goes knocks down the door for leo. Comes back to everyone gone. "Now whered everybody go??"

April somehow gets to Casey's room. Casey is thrilled.

Karai shows up… idk. Ask why she really is doing this. Is it what she really wants? Or is it just what shredder has convinced her she needs to do (marry become queen go to war and take over other kingdoms)

Karai seems to consider it (maybe) but still cant have her groom just be carted off. April says okay let's fight then. I've taken on demihimans and been dead and came back, you really want to fight?

Karai considers and concedes. They tie her up so it doesnt look like she just wlt them go.

Karai let's them all leave and ends up marrying one of the chamber men[squire/stable boy/man servant] (is that a real term???) Chapman.

Leo don and mikey all catch up and somehow raph went and found them all horses to ride out on. Happily ever after

Cody is the grandson. Hamato yoshi/splinter is the grandfather

#It's so silly but I've been thinking about if for the past two days #Tmnt #Tmnt 2003 #Tmnt princess bride au #Princess bride au #Whoops that got long #April o'neil #Casey jones #teenage mutant ninja turtles #Leonardo #Donatello #Raphael #michelangelo

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dqrkoholic · 2 years

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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT - Lee Heeseung

Finally wrote some angst hehe hope u enjoy !!!

WARNINGS: Some mature language (ig?), small makeout (?) TELL ME IF THERES MORE !!!

KEEP IN MIND English isn't my first language so sorry of there's any grammar or typo mistake <3

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Silence filled the room as we kept staring in each other's eyes. My eyes glistening in the moonlight as they started back at him with shock. How could I be so stupid. I ruined everything. Way to go Y/n...

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Lee Heeseung.

The one and only heartthrob between the ladies and my best friend since childhood. I'd watch him collect girls with only one look their way and then drop them as soon as he wasn't interested anymore. I wasn't a big fan of what he does but I couldn't do anything. Throughout the years, becoming closer and closer I couldn't just not devolop feelings for him.

It really was hard not to. I've always had a crush on Lee Heeseung. He was perfect in every way other than the fact that he was a player.

When his long-term girlfriend broke up with him, so sudden that he wasn't expecting it, nor was I, I was with him through his heartbreak. I was always there for him. I was actually so happy he broke up with her, yeah guilt ate me up but it hurt me seeing him with someone that wasn't me. From that night on our bond got bigger, and that's how I painfully watched Heeseung turn into a player.

And every time he felt like he needed someone, no matter the time or the place, with one call from him I would always be there and every time it happens I fall harder and harder to the point where it just hurts. It hurts so bad knowing after the night he would go back to whoring around with girls, not noticing that there's someone that loves him dearly next to him.

And now, here I am. In the middle of the night, in his room. He called, crying and I didn't waste a second getting my keys and driving to his place. I had a spare key so I got in easily and found him in his room, on his bed, with salty tears running down his beautiful futures. I also didn't think twice before rushing over to him and hugging him tight, holding him close as always. I sigh and hold back tears from falling.

"It's gonna be okay." I cupped his cheeks and looked him in the eyes. His bambi, red, swollen eyes sparking in the moonlight. His lips parted as he was catching his breath from all the crying. The urge to kiss him was building up in me but... was it worth the risk? I didn't want to risk anything with him. Our friendship, the bond between us, but it was hard fighting back. Eyes traveling to his lips and with a soft smile I leaned in, capturing his lips with mine.

After a while of him not kissing back he pulled me away as he stood up from the bed. Now tears were building up in my eyes as I also stood up after him. How stupid of me. There goes the person I love...

"Hee I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what go into me." The tears had already fell. His eye staring at me in shock, his tears were now dried but his eyes still glistening. The way he was looking at me I really thought this was the end of our friendship. He didn't say anything, just stared back at my crying self. Please say something please...

And as if he could hear the pleads in my mind, his soft voice spoken up.

"Don't do this Y/n... please." he said as he approached me. I shook my head as I looked down. "I can't Heeseung, I can't hide anymore. Do you know how much it hurts me?" I finally said. He sighed, still looking at me. "Y/n you can't." he says soflty. "Why Heeseung? Tell me. What do they have that I don't?" I ask, trying so hard to not let the tears get in the way of me speaking.

He titled his head at me and smiled. Lifting my chin up with his fingers, I once again stared into his eyes. "You have so much that they don't Y/n." his voice a whisper as he continued. "They're nothing compared to you love. Nothing." "Then why Heeseung...?" I wanted answers. I was desperate.

His tired eyes looking back at me while staying silent for a few moments. "I don't wanna risk it Y/n. Not with you. What if I fuck it up all? What if I'm not enough for you? You're too good for me darling and I can't ruin you." Now he was the one fighting tears back. I let out a small laugh, my cheeks still stained with my tears. "You could never. You're perfect no matter what and I can assure you," I grabbed his cheeks once again. "you could do nothing wrong. Just stop hurting me like this." What I meant with that was: I wanted him to stop being with a different girl everyday.

Nodding his head at me he bought me into a sudden kiss, catching me off guard as a gasp left my lips and onto his. I kissed back, of course, his lips were irrasistable. The kiss was slow and passionate and slowly turned into a makeout session as he guided us to his bed. Me laying on it as he was on top. His hands didn't leave my body and his lips were connected with mine. As our breath was getting shorter and shorter we pulled apart.

"It was all a distraction. I wanted to lose these feelings for you but it's so hard." he caresses my cheek softly. "You're hard to resist." Was the last thing said before his lips found their way on mine again and they won't be leaving anytime soon, that I'm sure of.

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#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen heeseung #heeseung #lee heeseung #lee heesung x reader #heeseung x reader #enhypen smut #Spotify #enhypen x reader #enhypen heeseung x reader

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hi!! <3 could you pls do a nancy wheeler x reader where reader has a big crush on nancy and so she’s super jealous of steve and like is mad at him cuz he keeps hitting on nance. and steve asks robin like “why does she hate me so much” and robin’s the only one who knows so she tells him and there’s like platonic steve x reader? idk i thought it was kind of a cute idea but no pressure :)

I WISH I KNEW YOU WANTED ME

summary : you always had a thing for nance, but everytime you wanted to confess, he's always in your way. pairings : nancy wheeler x fem!reader, robin x fem!reader (platonic), steve x fem!reader (platonic). wc : 1.07k warnings : bit of angst, fluff, foul language, reader sorta disliking steve (they became friends at the end so :), and probably some typos [ hi anon! thank u sm for requesting & sorry it took a while!! i didn't have any ideas for this little one-shot but i tried to come up with something so i hope u like it!! <3 (also sorry theres not much steve & reader interactions, i didn't have any ideas for them.. ]

the saying "you hate him" is probably a bit exaggerating, but it's true. steve 'hair harrington has ruined every chance of you getting with nancy. i mean, all you wanted was for her to look at you, but she's always too busy looking at him. and now, fighting demobats in the upside down with him, isn't helping you at all.

"see now? this is your chance, y/n" robin nudges your elbow, gesturing towards nancy. robin was your friend since middle school, you were closer than ever with her. you did projects together, you taught her how to bike, you fought monsters with her, and you told her about your crush towards nancy.

"i can't. i mean look at her! she's basically with steve now" you shook her head — "he's steve, y/n! that's what he does, flirts with girls, then fails. miserably" robin stated, brightening the mood a bit. "yeah, but i don't even think she likes girls, if i did told her without knowing if she likes girls or not, i'm gonna be the town pariah!" you ranted.

"you're not gonna be a town pariah, i guarantee you that nancy wheeler actually likes girls, and to be more specific, i meant you" robin smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. you're not sure at all about that, though a small part of you thinks that you have a chance.

but your thoughts got cut off quickly when the ground started shaking on your way to skull rock. "shit!" the ground started shaking to the point you tripped, landing on the person in front of you. who, coincidentally was nancy wheeler.

"sorry" you apologize, face turning red. "no, no it's fine" she says, helping you get back up. you were too busy being a blushing mess to realize that you're making eye contact with her. "hi" you blurt out as she smiles — "hi" nancy replies.

as you're about to have a moment with her, steve had to interrupt of course. "um nance" steve interrupted, gesturing for her to keep going as he gave you an awkward smile. your smile fades a bit as nancy quickly leaves you and goes with steve.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

as you all go on, heading to skull rock for a bit of shelter. once you got there steve rested his back on the rock as he winced. earlier, he got bit by a bunch of demobats, and probably lost a pound of meat. you sat down on one of the rocks, looking at the rest of the gang panicking about steve's wound... and that's when you realize the sharp pain coming from your thigh. robin was busy with steve, eddie was busy doing whatever eddie-shit he was doing, and nancy was... right in front of you?

"shit, are you okay?" she asks, observing the wound on your thigh. "no, not really" you shook her head as you see the panic in her eyes. "hold still" nancy says, ripping another piece of her clothing and using it to wrap it around your wound. "too tight?" — "nope" you wince a bit, "okay that should stop the bleeding for a bit, i have an aid kit in my house, and maybe after we get out of this shithole, i can fix your wound a bit" she smiles as your face turns bright pink. "what about steve?" you question as she glances at steve then right back at you. "he'll be fine, he's steve" she replies as you nod.

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talk-active with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

"you sure?" she asks as you gave her a small nod. it was silent for a moment before you spoke and broke the silence, "you know we were in the same class, first year?" you spoke as nancy furrowed her brows. "really?" — "yeah, mrs. gale, biology" you say. "you would sit in front of me everyday, and you would answer all the questions she asked" you continue as nancy's face brightens up a bit maybe knowing where this is going.

"you would have the same hairstyle everyday, and you would bring the same cardigan almost everyday" — "but even when i noticed you wouldn't notice me at all, i would try to talk to you but you were always busy talking to him, and when i would try to pair-up with you during projects, you already paired up with him. and you wouldn't even look at me because you were to busy looking him" you ranted, not noticing that you were starting to sob up a bit. "and all i wanted was for you, nancy wheeler to for once look at me"

"i like you nancy, i like you a lot" you confess, shuffling away from her a bit, scared of her response. "that was stupid, just- just forget that i said that i don't know what i was thinking sorr-" your little rant got cut of by nancy kissing you. yes. nancy wheeler, was now, kissing you. you freeze a bit before returning the kiss. her lips was soft, so soft you almost melted at that moment.

you broke the kiss, stuttering the words you were trying to say as nancy wipe your tears away. "i like you too y/n. and i'm sorry for not noticing you back at first year, i was- i was scared because everytime i did. those feelings in my stomach would grow butterflies and i was scared if anyone finds out about that" she admits. "but i'm not scared anymore" she says, cupping your cheeks as you smile.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

"i can't. i mean look at her! she's basically with steve now" you shook her head — "he's steve, y/n! that's what he does, flirst with girls, then fails. miserably" robin stated, brightening the mood a bit. "yeah, but i don't even think she likes girls, if i did told her without knowing if she likes girls or not, i'm gonna be the town pariah!" you ranted.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talkactive with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

robin follows up to you and nudges your shoulder again, "don't lose hope, as i said, it's just steve being steve" robin says as you nod, trying to get that in your head. "right"

she pats your thigh softly before sitting next to you. "are- are like we okay?" she asks as you furrowed your brows, confused. "what do you mean?" —"i mean, the whole time we were here... and before we were here you weren't the most talkactive with me" nancy stated. "i don't know it's just, i want to understand you know? i dunno" she shook her head. "no- well i mean yeah we're okay, it's just that-" you pause a bit, hesitating. "it's nothing, i mean we're okay. we're okay" you say as nancy nod.

from afar...

"oh shit so that's why she hated me so much?" steve asks robin as she nodded, "yep pretty much, hopefully your ego's okay though" robin says, sarcastically as eddie slowly claps in the corner.

#nancy wheeler fluff #nancy wheeler x reader #nancy wheeler headcanons #nancy wheeler blurb #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler angst #lesbian #wlw #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #natalia dyer #st cast #stranger things volume 2

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fluffbeast7 · 2 years

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okay i know you busy, this is last ask!!! sorry!!!

Iwathched Guardians of gahoole(AND OMG ITS WAS SO BEAUTIFUL) and i have question.

So maybe its bc im autisctic or something i have problems, or just not comfortable with eye contact/sometimes really realistical drawn eyes that remind humans.

But any time there was a barn owl character and they talked, it was kinda uncomfortable??? Do you had this feeling??? We just both autiscit so i assumed

i drawed simple sceme so it shows most details that creeped me out

its mostly eyes?, and the fact that theres nothing really else on barn owls faces, exept mouth ofc, which is also not really helping.

(sorry for any typo i have migraine and im shaking)

Ok ok, do not worry because about interacting with me at all or asking questions, i know i said i was busy but i still will be around to chat :3 ( especially if you're going to talk about an interest of mine like guardians of gahoole hjsjsh)

It isn't as uncomfortable for me but YES, the owls faces caaaan be a little odd

Just like a few birds, owls cant move their eyes, they just turn their heads to see!

This is one of the reasons why it may feel weird (imo), in the movie, owls have almost human like features and expressions on their faces so they can be more expressive, and sometimes it can come out weird, so, yea

(I'm so glad you enjoyed the movie btw!!)

#owls #owl #guardians of ga'hoole

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watery-melon-baller · 1 year

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3, 7, and 40 for weekend and belos'

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

ooooh theres so many i would never touch. the first one that comes to mind is accidental pregnancy which like. i dont even write romance much. also hate student/teacher. uhh nonromance id go with. uh. i cannot think of anything rn lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

ooooh id have to go with a snippet from a shera fic i did a while back. torn between two but ill go with the shorter one just because. not sure what counts as a snippet oops.

"Adora rolls her eyes, but stands up to join them. As she runs over, she knows that she’ll trip over her dress several times, and their clothes will all be covered in grass stains that will take forever to wash out. But Adora is here, in a future where there is no war to fight, where they can laugh freely and love and she doesn't feel selfish anymore for wanting a happy ending."

bad at explaining myself but like. its the potential of a happy ending, of not everything being perfect but it good, and thats worth living for. its a whole metaphor about feminity and wartime and accepting yourself. that its okay to be safe now, its okay to be soft and vulnerable and to start healing. apologies for being incoherent

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

ohohohohhohho you know whats funny. i actually did have an alternate ending planned where hunter just. slept through the rebelllion and just woke up after it was over and was like "what the fuck." anyways i sat down and wrote this in a night (ive been saving the ask until it was finished so thats why im answering it late sorry!) so enjoy 2k words of that under the cut. apologies for typos i tried my best to read this over lmao. you can also read this on ao3 now yipee

Hunter stared at his clock, and scowled. Shit. He had 20 minutes until the coven head meeting!

He stood up, quickly scrambling for his notes. He wanted to try and get there early, so he could figure out somewhat of a plan.

Flapjack lifted their head up, disrupted from their slumber. What is boy doing?

His foot slipped on a piece of paper, and he barely managed to catch himself on the edge of his desk. “I have a meeting! I need to go talk to the other coven heads, and-”

Have time! Should rest!

He scowled. “Flapjack, I don’t have time to rest! I need to prepare my notes! I still haven’t figure out what I’m going to say to Terra, or Adrian, or how to deal with the recent riots-”

Nap time! Boy too tired to think!

“You always say it’s nap time.”

Because boy is always tired!

He sighed, flopping back on his bed and letting the stack of papers in his arms scatter onto the floor. Flapjack did have a bit of a point. He had been staying up later and later, getting less sleep in favor of trying to take care of… well, everything.

He could get ready in ten minutes. It wouldn’t take long to teleport. Just closing his eyes for a few minutes surely wouldn’t hurt. And he wouldn’t actually fall asleep. He would just lay here!

“Just ten minutes. Then I have to go.”

Flapjack chirped. Nap! Nap!

“Not a nap, Flap,” He mumbled. “M just resting my eyes.”

He didn’t even realize he was falling asleep.

___

He woke up to the smell of smoke.

He shot up out of bed, head swiveling as he took stock of the room. Everything seemed to be in order, except-

“FLAPJACK!”

The bird had at some point moved inside his shirt. They peeked their head out, looking adorable as always, but Hunter wasn’t fooled.

He glared at them. “I said ten minutes.”

Boy needed nap!

He pointed at the window. “IT’S DARK OUTSIDE NOW! IT’S NIGHTTIME!”

Not that late. Sun just set. More like evening!

He dragged a hand down his face and groaned. “Flapjack. I missed the coven head meeting. The one thing I cannot, under any circumstances, miss.”

Flapjack did not look even remotely apologetic.

Hunter sighed, standing up and brushing back his hair. The smell of smoke was still lingering in the air, and he poked his head out the window, following the smell.

Ah. That might be a problem.

The area of the castle where Terra and Adrian had been fighting the other day looked even worse than before, mainly because it was on fire. Several scouts were running around in a panic, and if he listened closely, he could hear the faint sound of screaming.

Flapjack had moved to sit on his desk, and he slowly turned to glare at them. “Flapjack.”

They chirped.

“This is why we don’t skip coven head meetings! Look at what happened while I was asleep. The castle is on fire!” He sighed.

Could be worse!

He flung his arms out, staring the bird down in frustration. “How could this be worse?!”

The Titan must have thought that was funny, because at that moment his door was slammed open with a war cry.

“GOLDEN GUARD!”

Something (someone?) charged through his door, and he screeched, barely avoiding their tackle. Whoever it was slammed into his wall, sending feathers flying everywhere. Why there were feathers, he didn’t know. Maybe they were because of the large wings that were almost smacking him in the face.

Flapjack screeched, dive bombing the intruder, and Hunter quickly scrambled back, grabbing a heavy textbook detailing the criminal justice system and hurling it at their face. They shouted in pain, falling back onto the floor, and Hunter decided that was his cue to go.

He skidded out into the hallway, his slippers barely staying on his feet, while Flapjack circled nervously around his head. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the mystery attacker getting up, and he risked a glimpse behind him as Flapjack transformed into a staff.

“Golden Guard, kid, wait a second-”

Their voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he was too busy grabbing his staff. The last thing he saw before teleporting away into a haze of golden light was what looked to be some kind of harpy woman, heading straight for him.

He bounced across the castle, not having much of a destination in mind besides something that was away from the harpy lady. He materialized in a small room with dim lighting, and as he leaned against the brick walls he realized he was in the break room.

There were technically several break rooms scattered around the castle, but those were all empty storage closets scouts had converted into a break room in their free time with their own money. (Hunter may or may not have contributed to them with money from the castle treasury). This, however, was the official break room, the one all the coven heads used, and the one that the Emperor made somewhat of an attempt to maintain.

He hadn’t been here in a couple weeks, with the whole “accidentally killed my Uncle and now running the government from my bedroom” issue. Not much had changed since the last time he was here. The table was still stained, one of the chairs still had a wobbly leg, the sink was still dripping water because no one knew how to fix the leak, there were still a few spare coven cloaks lying in a pile on the floor, and the fridge still had several post-its about labeling your food properly and not letting it sit in the fridge for months and stink up the room.

The bulletin board, however, had a few changes. The ‘days since Kikimora tried to assassinate someone’ board had been reduced back to zero (last time he saw it it was at 11, which was a new record), and there were several notes stating that due to being understaffed, everyone would be getting extra shifts. Which was weird, because Hunter thought he was in charge of scheduling guard shifts, but he had handed off so many of his duties to Kikimora and random coven captains that he wasn’t sure anymore. Also, why had no one told him they were understaffed?

Someone had also brought in cookies, and there were still a few left. Yay! He grabbed one from the box, biting into it.

“Want a piece? Its chocolate cricket flavor.” He broke off a small chunk, offering it to the palisman, who began gleefully pecking it. He finished eating the rest of the cookie, wandering over to the sink.

He smacked the faucet, hoping that maybe this time it would stop the leaking, but it did nothing. Like it did every time. He sighed, and turned towards the clawfee machine, turning it on. Next to the sink was a small collection of drying dishes, one of which included a mug that said ‘world’s best nephew’ in hot pink script.

“Hey Flapjack, I found my favorite mug!” He picked it up, thankfully finding it clean. He had been searching for that mug for weeks! Although, it seemed a bit inaccurate, with the whole ‘killed my uncle’ and ‘being a grimwalker of his brother’ thing. Nope, that was a problem for another time.

He shrugged, watching as the clawfee pot came to a boil. Flapjack was hopping around the table, pecking the various crumbs that had been left behind. Hunter should probably be stopping them, but he figured if Flapjack had survived this long with such little self preservation, they would probably be fine.

Probably.

He poured the clawfee into his mug, and moved to sit down in a chair. The good chair, not the one with the wobbly leg that made you rock back and forth every time you moved the slightest inch.

He sighed, leaned back in his chair, and stared vacantly at the wall. “So,” he said calmly. “I think there might be a rebellion going on right now.”

Flapjack chirped anxiously. Hunter stared at the bird. “You know, this is why we don’t skip coven head meetings.”

He sipped on his clawfee, savoring the bitter taste. Oh, sweet caffeine, how he missed it. Having energy was fantastic.

“I should probably go out there and deal with that.”

Or don’t! Don’t risk yourself!

“Flapjack, I don’t think that's an option.”

Run away to woods! Can hunt for worms!

“I can’t eat worms! You can hunt all you want, I’ll forage for berries.”

Good plan!

Hunter groaned. “Terrible plan.” It wasn't like he had any ideas. He had been slowly preparing a runaway bag, but he had hoped he would have a few more weeks before he had to use it. This was his punishment for procrastinating.

He stood up, taking a long swig of the coffee. “Okay, my stuff is in my room. Let’s see if we can try to sneak back there, and if anyone is still alive.” He looked down at himself, grimacing at his lack of armor. He was still in his PJS!

Hesitantly, he lifted one of the coven scout cloaks from the pile on the floor, checking it over. There didn’t appear to be any visible stains, so he shrugged, putting it on.

Flapjack chirped, and fluttered on top of his head. Hunter sighed, but said nothing, pulling up his hood to cover the bird. He opened the door and hesitantly peeked his head out. There didn’t seem to be anyone, so he stepped out into the hallway, letting the door shut behind him.

Picking a random direction, he began walking, the only sound being his bunny slippers slapping against the tile. He nervously clutched his cloak, suddenly beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that had led him to this situation.

He rounded a corner to see a hallway that looked very much destroyed. A section of the ceiling had collapsed, and plants and abomination goo was everywhere. Several coven scouts were lying unconscious on the floor.

Hunter bit his lip, and with a start realized he was still holding his mug. There was still a little bit of clawfee in it, so he could throw it at someone and run if he needed to. The perfect weapon. What a plan.

He froze at the sound of footsteps, frantically looking for a place to hide. He slid behind a pile of rubble, hoping that he would just be mistaken for an unconscious scout.

The sound of footsteps grew closer, and then stopped. “I could have sworn I heard something over here,” a familiar voice muttered. Oh shit.

Hunter involuntarily flinched, shifting the rubble he was hiding behind with his movement.

“Over there!” Oh, he recognized that voice too, although it was only marginally better than the first one. Maybe if he stayed very very still, they wouldn’t notice him?

He yelped as abomination goo wrapped around his legs, dragging him out into the open and pinning his arms to his side. He scowled at the awkward angle his arm was held at, the clawfee slowly dripping out of his mug and onto the floor.

Darius crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow at Hunter. “Ah, Little prince. You’re looking… unwell.”

Hunter, very maturely, stuck out his tongue, something that only caused Darius’s scowl to deepen.

Behind Darius, Luz cheerfully waved at him. “Hi Hunter! You kind of caught us at a bad time.” She turned down the hallway, cupping a hand to her mouth. “HEY GUYS, WE FOUND HUNTER! OVER HERE!”

Darius winced at her yelling, rubbing his ears. Hunter wished he could do the same, because wow Luz could shout loud.

The two of them turned back to face him and he grimaced. “Uh, hi?” He said awkwardly. Maybe they would be nice and just kill him right away. Luz could probably convince them not to hurt Flapjack.

Luz shoved her hands in her pockets, grinning casually. “Hunter, my man! I’ve been looking for you! Sorry about the whole, uh, overthrowing the government thing.”

‘It’s fine,” He said, even though it was very much not fine. “It was already falling apart anyways.”

Darius stepped towards him, frowning. “About that, actually. We have quite a few questions to ask you, Golden Guard.”

Luz’s grin became just a bit more shaky. “Not bad questions! Just, uh, questions. It’ll be great!” She did not sound convinced of her own words. “It’s fine.”

Hunter sighed. He should have just stayed in bed. This was all Flapjack’s fault. He was never trusting that adorable little bird again, no matter how cute they were.

#fanfic #ask game #toh #weekend at belos's #lilac post #writing #can't believe none of you bothered to mention the numerous typos I had to go back and edit :(

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avpdvoidspace · 2 months

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um. hi. im not sure if this is like cool or a good plave to post but im svared to talk to anyone irl so if yhis is annoying u can just like look away and forget this ever happened um. sorry for typos btw

so. i? maybe? have avpd??? but also like dpd and i feel like from my experience its created a personal hell of needing constant advice and help on everything but being too fucking terrified to ask for help like

for example im at a spot in life rn where i have several difficult decisions i need to make and im the one who has to make them bc they’re about my life specifically

but both sides of the decisions have so many cons and i need someone else to tell me what to do but im too scared to ask bc i dont want ppl to be like ohbur beingvirrational

and i have stuff that i can easily fix but theres drawbacks andnim so scared i just avoid fixing anything for fear of messing up and i wish i had the strength to ask for help

im jsut rambling sorry im just so tired of always feeling like a burden even tho idt i am and needing sm support and also constantly denying my issues to avoid em so im just. here. if thsi all sounds dumb you can igmore me but if i relate to anyone hi you’re not alone <3

You're definitely not annoying me or anything like that. I can see how it would be so difficult to have both dpd and avpd, craving guidance, but afraid of reaching out and being criticized or rejected, so you just don't. In some ways I think the combination of avpd and ocpd put me in a sort of opposite position since I am resentful of not being able to handle things my way, but at the same time, if something is unfamiliar to me, I do feel like I'm going to completely mess it up (because obviously I'm incompetent), so I get scared and feel like I need help... then if I get it, I feel like I'm being resented and scrutinized the whole time.

If any followers have both avpd and dpd--or have one and strong traits of another--please feel free to add to this, and I'll reblog what you add.

#avpd #avoidant personality disorder #dpd #dependent personality disorder #cluster c

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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Yaaay much excite (the anon that asked who u write for)

Pls could I have a lil fic/headcannons of eret (I think he's okay with fics, if not then wilb) with a sick reader, just some fluffy comfort

Thank you in advance

hii!! i did some research and eret is okay with fics!! :]

being sick with eret headcanons

warnings: being sick, insanely cute fluff

eret x gn!reader

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eret is obviously a sweetheart on camera

but i feel like off camera the sweetness is like above the roof

like even if you're not sick and just like staying home eret will stay take care of you like a lil baby (respectfully, not babying cause no one likes that)

if you're like having a fever or some other virus they'll make you tea (and if you dont like tea they'll make sure you drink lots of water)

even if you do like tea and drink it all they'll still make sure you like drown in water cause staying hydrated is key!!!

they'll literally go shopping for whatever you want - snacks, ice cream, hydration drinks, blankets, pjs, you name it

will still hug and kiss you even if you're sick

"eret, stop touching me, you're going to get sick as well!! i don't want that for you!"

"i dont care!"

yall just like binge watching movies and shows, but it has to be your favorite ones or new ones you want to start watching because eret R E F U S E S to pick anything

"love, why dont you want to pick a show/movie?"

"cause its your sick day!! now choose slowpoke!"

if you're ever taking a nap, she will make sure to cover you up in blankets and give you a plushie to hug, sometimes will cuddle with you if she's not busy

overall they're the biggest sweetheart and def one of the best ppl to be dating when sick!!

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

hope u enjoyed anon!!

if u ever want to request again feel free to, and please have a "anon name" so i can tell who you are while staying anon! you could have a word/phrase/emoji or anything you like! for example... "🦋 anon" or "butterfly anon" . thx!!

please support me by following my blog, liking, leaving a reply, reblogging, or even just saying hi or leaving a fic request in my inbox!! love ya <3

NOT PROOFREAD, SORRY IF THERES ANY TYPOS/MISTAKES

#author #mcyt fanfic writer #fanfiction #mcytblr #dream smp #mcyt #lana #mirrorball duo #fiction #readers #eret #eret x reader #requests open

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pjsfvs · 3 months

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Im kinda bothered with ur recent hoon fic theres a lot of typos between “you” and “her” 😭💀

that’s because I write in 3rd person then switch too 2nd and I never proof read any of my works so there were still some hers and shes that I was too lazy to fix 🙀‼️

Also I literally can’t write in 2nd person so it’s 3rd then i change it to 2nd and I can’t write in 1st person at all because I literally suck balls at writing individual povs 🤷🏾‍♀️

and im sorry if that bothers u but it’s a real struggle for me to just write in 2nd person bc it doesn’t feel right and i don’t have the same writing flow when I write in any other pov but 3rd. Like yk the times when you have so much motivation and js write whole paragraphs for 3 hours.. that’s me when I write in 3rd person.

bc it’s idol x reader, i can’t keep it 3rd person and make it make sense. Bc it’s YOU that’s reading so it wouldn’t make sense to use she or her when im talking abt you hence the reason I change the shes and the hers. (Unless it’s in dialogue)

anyways I apologize if u had a stroke reading that 🎀🔥😭🧍🏾‍♀️

#✰... vi replies #im literally so sorry #I need to start proofreading #my apologies 🎀

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sparklingpax · 10 months

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"Would this make you feel better?" and of course Masterforce for the ask game if you'd like 😄

From this prompt list; yes, requests are still open :3

HII!! I hope this works :D

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Quick A/n:

-SORRY theres probably typos/mistakes here and there, this was 100% written on my phone; I finally had a good idea for this after two different tries at a story and then being busy with this sudden art project I've taken upon myself to complete hehe (ok unrelated but worth mentioning maybe?? idk--) anyway so. then I tagged along a trip to the park and had like an hour so...here it is ^^''

-set in canon! (insert my usual disclaimer abt what I mean by that ig)

-also, if anyone reading hasn't watched masterforce/did but might have forgotten, it's eluded to the fact that Cab can understand animals in the actual series! Even in a character song!! So...I slipped that in here briefly...just an fyi. I'm not making it up 👍💫

-Writing Hawk being like a kind parental figure is my favorite thing. Dad Hawk Supremacy™ (actually canon)

-Im gonna just put a slight tw for mentions of animal death. Nothing horrible, but it's part of the premise here so...yeah.

-uhhhhhhh.....thats all! Enjoy, I hope...

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It was all a blur, honestly.

And when Cab had finally returned to the cavern again…it was too late.

A shrill wail of horror went up into the air.

…

"Now, that won't account for irregularities with the alloy when put in contact with the new engine itself."

"It hasn't been tested to that level of heat yet?"

"Not quite. So to that, I'd actually like to suggest placing—"

A loud crash sounded from down the hall, causing Hawk, Ranger, and Diver all to snap upright. Startled, they hesitated to carry on, exchanging looks instead.

The silence hung for a moment longer before there was another loud noise.

This time, worry had immediately seemed to light Hawk's gaze, and he swiveled sharply in the direction of the door. Something tugged at him to leave the room and see what was up.

Perhaps he couldn't call it "parental" instinct, but it was somewhere in that ballpark.

It had struck him, suddenly, that he hadn't seen Cab at all today.

Though perhaps...this time-sensitive discussion should be concluded properly first...?

But the cloud of worry had already formed, beginning to rain immediately. Hawk was now unable to refocus on the discussion at hand, or the idea of it up again.

Was he maybe...jumping to conclusions?

As if to ask their permission, Hawk glanced at the other two, at the papers, then the door again.

Picking up on this, Diver and Ranger looked to one another and gave a short nod of agreement.

"We can pick this up later," Diver prompted as he reached over and started to fold the blueprints back up. Ranger rounded the table, tapping a stiffened Hawk on the shoulder gently.

"This isn't so urgent," he agreed quietly. "Let's go see what's up."

Hawk nodded firmly, gratefully, and took that as a cue to leave the room. He tried to walk out quickly, but found himself almost jogging instead. He figured the others would simply follow, so he didn't think to wait.

Emerging to the hall, he was met with the sight of Shuta's head peeking out from one of the rec rooms. He seemed to be debating stepping out or remaining in place, lip pursed in thought. Catching sight of Hawk and the others, however, seemed to shift his mind to decision, and he scampered up to the three.

"You heard it too?" He asked, blinking up at Hawk as they headed down the corridor. In response, Hawk gave a sharp nod.

They rounded the bend, seeing up ahead a shaft of yellowish light spilling from the crack in the door to the kitchen. Since it was usually the case that doors remained closed when rooms were in use, Hawk deduced that must be where the noise had originated from.

So far, there hadn't been any other noises, except—

Drawing nearer to the door, Hawk held out an arm and motioned the others to stay back. He leaned forward a bit, listening intently.

At first it was hard to make out, but the sound registered immediately after a couple seconds.

It was a small, wavering voice….

….crying?

Hawk felt a twinge in his stomach at the realization.

He immediately darted forward and to the threshold of the open door.

And immediately, felt his heart drop to his feet.

Before him was Cab, knelt on the floor, body wracked with each wordless sob that escaped him. His head was bowed, curled over something he was holding. He seemed unaware of Hawk as stood there, or of the others as they slowly shuffled in, gathering behind him.

Hawk took another step forward, peering closer to see what Cab was holding. He felt himself stiffen upon realizing.

Oh, Cab...

There was a small puppy in his arms, lying haggard....and limp.

Hawk eyes shut for a moment, turning his head downward. He knew without even having to ask or check...its little soul was no more.

No one dared utter a word.

A weighted air hung about the room, as the depressing sight took away whatever any of them could have mustered to say for the moment.

Hawk then listed his eyes and looked over his shoulder at the others, giving a sharp shake of his head. They seemed to get the message.

"I'll...get the simulation prep started, Hawk," Diver murmured quietly, ducking out of the room.

Meanwhile, Ranger had put a gentle hand on Shuta's shoulder.

"Hey, why don't we go finish that program you were trying to show me the other day…"

He ushered the boy in the other direction with a forced, light chuckle. Shuta didn't say a word back, eyes cast to the ground as he went along and out of the room.

Hawk watched them go for a moment, then turned back to Cab, his heart wrenching the more he regarded the sight. Weighing whether it would be more helpful to ask about what happened or simply remain as a presence, he drew closer until he stood right over Cab.

I could never presume to understand how much this hurts for him...

Finally opting for the latter, he knelt carefully and slowly, until they were eye-level, and then said nothing for a couple beats.

Hawk shifted his gaze to regard the animal, its fur matted slightly and its frame thin. Something didn't look right with its body, its bone structure…Hawk looked away again. It hurt too much.

It was their mission on this Earth to protect those who could not defend themselves.

To respect and preserve all life.

To save it.

And yet…we must still witness death.

Then, finally, Cab slowly began to raise his head, revealing a tear-streaked face, and an expression of such raw anguish that it made Hawk's breath catch in his throat. There was a look in the boy's eyes that he'd not yet seen.

For a moment, he almost panicked, not knowing what he should say or do...

Calm down. You just need to be someone there for him.

Hawk stared back at Cab, his own eyes shining with grief. Having known the animal or not, Hawk did regret its passing.

Wait for Cab to tell you what he needs, if he needs anything.

And finally, he did.

"I-I…um…" he reached up to rub at his eyes, trying to wipe away the tears. He took in another shuddering breath before turning his gaze back to Hawk.

"...I f-found her on the w-way back from, uhm…t-the...store…."

Every word wavered with the emotion he seemed to be fighting to hold back. It was like mere sticks holding back a flood.

Hawk simply nodded slowly, patiently. He gave such a calm and gentle expression, Cab felt his breathing begin to even out.

It was alright, the boy remembered.

In this place, it would be alright.

He took another breath and continued.

"S-she was probably a stray, cause...she was just there...starving on that sidewalk, w-walking under people's feet, so…I took her to a…s-safer place..."

Cab squeezed his eyes shut, dropping his head again. His shoulders began to shake with the beginnings of another wave of sobs.

"I should've never left her alone!" He exclaimed, voicing rising. "I-I was just…trying to get her something to eat, cause...cause I didn't have anything w-with me…"

Hawk reached out, gently placing a hand on Cab's shoulder.

"It's my fault she's gone," he whispered, brokenly. The choked noise he made, in an effort to hold back his cries, hurt to hear. But Hawk knew it was necessary for Cab to take his time, let it out as he needed, uninterrupted.

"I-I heard her saying she was hungry so I left...I never shoulda left…" he repeated himself, seeming to clutch the animal closer.

It was with a heavy heart that Hawk realized the first thing to help Cab would be...distancing him from the animal. But for the moment, he simply continued to pat Cab's shoulder, a calming and rhythmic motion that...seemed to be helping.

And finally, Hawk decided to speak.

"Cab," he murmured gently. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But—"

"..."

"Cab," his tone was still as gentle, yet with more firmness. The boy quieted, as if focusing on Hawk's words before he could start to panic again.

"I know you might...feel that you were too slow in getting this animal what it needed."

"I'm...so sorry, Cab. I'm so sorry you went through this….it hurts and you feel at fault…but don't forget that you were trying to help. That's the most important part of all this."

He spoke softly and evenly, holding Cab's gaze.

"All those people in the street, who didn't even think to get someone who could help, that was their choice. You are not at fault for the omission of others."

One should not be made to feel guilty over what's beyond their control.

Cab shifted a bit, his breathing having evened out. He seemed in consideration of those words, as if the thought had never once crossed his mind.

Considering the present state of the animal, Hawk surmised it had been beyond saving when Cab had found it. He only hoped he could get Cab to understand...he shouldn't hold himself personally responsible for the unfortunate inevitable.

But Hawk didn't exactly…know how to say that without it sounding insensitive in one capacity or another. Or at least, he was sure of that much.

Hawk considered saying more, but abandoned the thought as quickly as he'd had it. He ultimately figured that, for the moment, letting the words sink in was a better idea.

And that was the last thing Cab needed at this moment.

What he needed, was quiet. Gentleness. Patience.

So they sat with the silence for a little bit, listening to distant sounds from outside the room, and out the window.

Hawk found his gaze drifting to the objects that had fallen to the floor, accounting for the crash earlier. Judging by their positions, it was likely the result of Cab having stumbled into the room without looking.

Honestly, how could he with what he was preoccupied with? Hawk nodded to himself. Of course, he'd get to cleaning it up later.

As for—

"Uhm…Hawk?"

Hawk jolted a little at his name. He'd gotten lost in his thoughts, he realized. He centered his gaze back on Cab.

"Yes?"

"Can…we…bury her?"

With something of a sad smile, Hawk felt his heart wrench. It was a sight so bittersweet that Hawk felt tears well up in his own eyes.

"Would...this make you feel better, Cab?"

He nodded firmly. He reached up and rubbed at his tears again, now probably dried a bit. He then looked back up.

The smile he gave Hawk was as sad as his own.

"Then...let's do it."

"I think..it'd make her feel better, too."

Hawk gave the boy's shoulder another pat before they both stood up.

Cab smiled, his eyes shimmering with something complex. Somewhere in there, though, they shone with peace.

A single tear slid down his cheek, as he looked at the puppy again, then back at Hawk.

And Cab nodded.

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