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clanwarrior-tumbly · 9 months

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Hello Clan, I was wondering if you could do the glams (including Bonnie and Foxy) and the daycare attendents learning that a worker reader has hearing aids that are usually hidden by their hair or a hat and that the hearing aid has a sticker themed around them, for example: a lightning bolt for Freddy, a checkered flag for Roxy, a cupcake for Chica, a music note or maybe golf clubs for Monty, a bowling pin for Bonnie, a skull for Foxy, a star for Moon, and a cloud for Sun.

I understand if you can't do all of them

No worries! But I couldn't figure out anything for Foxy, sorry-

I did my best research on writing for characters w/ hearing aids, so if there's anything I missed/got wrong I apologize!

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Glamrock Freddy

He's seen you around the pizzaplex over the past month, although at times he gets confused when you don't respond to his greetings unless he's standing right in front of you.

But he assumes you're just busy and doesn't mind it much.

When you're assigned as his handler to help him keep up with all the events lined up this week (photo-ops, meet and greets, performances, birthdays, etc.), he finally gets to know you on a more personal level.

One evening, you're removing confetti strips and candy wrappers from his stomach hatch (in summary, the pinata's string got caught in the mechanisms during transport and ripped apart when the hatch opened), briefly removing your hat to wipe the sweat from your forehead.

Freddy takes notice of the little devices in/around your ears, and suddenly it all clicks.

"[Y/n], if I may ask...are those your hearing aids?" The curious bear points to his own ears.

"Yep, glad you finally noticed." You chuckled, but he didn't catch your sarcasm.

"My apologies for sounding intrusive. I've just never seen them before."

"Oh you're okay, Freddy. I don't like to make a big deal out of them...unless some guest calls me "deaf" as an insult." You muttered, about to put your hat back on when you notice him still staring at you. "What's up?"

"Are those...blue lightning bolt stickers?" He gasps. "They look just like mine."

"...that's because they are." You smile, turning your head to show him the designs.

His heart is thoroughly touched.

"Aww..you themed them after me? Your favorite bear?" He coos, to which you huff and hide them with your hat.

"Yeah, yeah..I'll admit you're my favorite. Now don't go bragging about it to everyone else."

Roxanne Wolf

Working at the raceway was sometimes sensory hell for you, with your hearing aids constantly absorbing the sounds of noisy karts or screaming kids.

The worst was the construction work.

So you switch them off sometimes when you're busy with a task, as hearing gets tiring--especially in these parts of the pizzaplex.

One day, however, Roxy walked over to ask if you could supervise Cassie's birthday party...only to see you blatantly ignoring her.

She would've been annoyed, had her eyes not seen the aids hidden by your hat/hair.

Oddly enough she never noticed them before...

She just taps your shoulder politely, getting your attention as you turn them back on. "Oh hey, Roxy. What's up?"

She repeats her question, but you still struggle to hear her, so you both go somewhere outside the raceway to talk.

Once you understand what she's asking, you head to the atrium to assist with any final preparations, but along the way she inquires about the aids.

"Oh! There's something I've been meaning to show you." You reveal the checkered flag stickers, surprising the wolf. And you smile at her growing grin. "Yeah, I knew you'd love 'em."

"They're really cool. So I guess you can just..tune out all the ruckus of the raceway whenever you want?"

"It does get overwhelming at times, so yeah..I had them off. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you-"

"Nah, I understand now. But listen, if anyone gives you trouble over them, you let me know. Alright?"

"..I will. Thank you, Roxy."

"Of course. It's the least I can do for my favorite human worker." She chuckles.

Glamrock Chica

The incident where Chica's upgraded voicebox horribly malfunctioned would have surely overloaded your already sensitive hearing.

You were supervising her performance, but at the first sign something was wrong you took your aids out and dodged the chaos that followed, leaving to file an incident report.

As a lead tech, however, you're summoned to run diagnostics on her voicebox in parts and services (as apparently nobody else wanted to do it).

You kept your aids off in case things go awry again, but when Chica wakes up, she's 100% convinced that she broke them and you're angry at her.

She was informed that you use them, though she's never actually seen them.

Plus you were closest to her when it happened. If her voice could damage that many STAFF bots...then surely your aids weren't spared, either.

"Well, Chica..the good news is that we don't have to replace any of your speaking components." You explain, not realizing her sadness at first. "But I recommend you don't sing for a while and stick to the guitar. Just to play it safe."

"Oh, okay....I-I'm sorry....I really am..." She sulks in the chair.

"It's not your fault. I kept telling them not to rush the upgrade, but no one ever listens to-"

"BWAK?!!" Then she jumps, surprised. "You can hear me! I-I didn't break them..?"

"Huh? Oh..no, no, no. They're fine, Chica." You reassure her softly. "They're totally fine. See?"

Taking one aid out, you show her the cupcake sticker you put on it in hopes of cheering her up, watching the relieved smile return to her beak.

Montgomery Gator

If any place in the pizzaplex is loud (besides Roxy's Raceway), it's Gator Golf.

Should the ambience or the bass of Monty's instrument be too noisy for your hearing aids to handle, you can easily take them out or switch them off.

You can always hear his voice given how he talks in general, but if he's speaking directly to you, you'll have to put them back on.

The first time this happens, however, he sees them for a split second before they're hidden by your hat/hair and immediately assumes they're earbuds for music.

In his eyes, you suddenly decided to ignore him and he's not happy.

"So that's how it is, huh?" He snarls, already being in a bad mood as is. "I ain't fun to talk to anymore? You'd rather listen to your stupid human music than mine!?"

"Monty, what on earth are you talking about?" You blink in bewilderment. His hostility usually didn't come out of nowhere like this. "I don't have any music in-"

"Then what didja just stick in your ears?!" He points, glaring at you over his glasses.

"..my hearing aids?"

There's a long, awkward pause.

"...y'know, the things that let me hear you?"

"Ohhh..that's what they are? How long have ya had those for?"

"Most of my life." You smile apologetically, seeing him fumble and backtrack whatever he said before. "It's okay, Monty. I should've told you about them before....you wanna see something cool?"

Showing him your aids, he sees the golf club stickers on them and grins, no longer as grumpy as before. "Awh yeah!! Wait....did ya put those there 'cuz you like golf..or me?"

"I chose this design because of you, big guy." You chuckle.

Glamrock Bonnie

You were Bonnie's main handler, so you two have spent nearly every moment of your shift together.

He's been aware of your hearing aids since day one, complimenting the cute little bowling pin stickers you plastered on them and chastising any person who gave you a hard time about wearing them.

Sadly you never got closure on what exactly happened after he went "missing"...only to discover his shattered body stowed behind Bonnie Bowl months later.

He had claw marks inconsistent with what Monty's hands could have possibly done (not that you believed the gator was ever guilty of attacking him despite the rumors).

You fought tooth and nail to get approval from management to repair him, working tirelessly in parts and services--even doing overtime just to bring him back.

When Bonnie finally reactivated after weeks of trial and error, he nearly looked good as new.

Except...he doesn't remember you, and there's corruption in his memory files from the night he left his green room and went into Gator Golf.

He insists he was following somebody's orders, but can't specify anything beyond that.

"I'm sorry..I'm not much help, am I?"

"No, but...I suppose you should know that Monty's taken your place in the band in your absence." You regrettably inform him, seeing how sad he looks. "But if it's any help...you're still my favorite."

Taking off your hat, you show him the now faded bowling pin stickers that remained on your aids, and he stares for a while.

Then you see his eyes flicker with recognition as a smile grows on his face.

"[Y/n]...thank goodness you're still here! I-Is Freddy okay?"

Sun

He's definitely had deaf kids (both with and without hearing aids) come into the daycare, and he tries his best to give them a fun and accommodating experience during their stay.

So right off the bat, he knows you wear aids and often tries communicating with you in sign language.

Whether you're well-versed in that or still learning, you appreciate his efforts.

But you sometimes have to remind him that you can still talk to him as you normally would.

You show him the stickers on your aids--a cloud covering a sun, to be more precise--and he's totally ecstatic.

And I mean "jumping up and down cheering" ecstatic bc now he knows you picked those stickers because of him!! Because he's your favorite!!

Physically he's there but mentally he's the "yippee" autism creature

Sometimes you gotta lower the volume on your aids with how loud he accidentally can be, and he notices this fast.

"Oh! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!! So sorry!!" He fumbles. "Can I add something to the stickers maybe??? Googly eyes??? Glitter glue to make them shimmer and shine???"

"Thank you, Sun..but they're fine this way." You insist. "I don't want any glue dripping into my ears."

"Right! O-Of course!! We wouldn't want that now, would we? No glitter glue going into your brain!!"

Moon

The lunar animatronic, on the other hand, takes a bit longer to notice your hearing aids (considering how dark the daycare gets during the night cycle, he doesn't notice much).

When he does, he'll ask you some questions.

Like how long you've had them, how well they tune out background noise, etc.

It's all out of genuine curiosity, and you tell him whatever you knew, taking one of the aids out to show it to him.

And only then he examines the star-shaped stickers on them, staring for a while.

At first he automatically assumes they're themed after one of the Glamrocks...until you mentioned how similar they are to the stars on his hat and pants.

Finally, the gears in his mind click together.

"So you're saying....my outfit inspired you when you picked out these stickers?"

"Yep."

"How sweet of you, [y/n]...they look very nice. Glad I could be your muse." He snickers.

You never see it, but he's gonna be gushing over this every time you're working in the daycare now.

None of your coworkers paid any mind to Moon. They usually called him creepy or avoid conversing with him should they absolutely have to cross paths.

But you go out of your way to see him whenever possible; and the stickers are just a subtle yet sweet way of reminding him that he's always gonna be your favorite.

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kanerallels · 9 months

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Day four of @kaneraweek is here, and with it, my fourth fic! It's absolutely insane to think that we're already this far into the week, but it's been awesome so far! This one is a follow up of sorts to day two

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The plan had been for them to pick up supplies— that was all. Just land, grab the supplies, and get going. But Hera was starting to learn that almost nothing went to plan where the Empire, to say nothing of her crew, was concerned.

So she was almost unsurprised when a group of raiders showed up and told them to relinquish their supplies, or they wouldn’t be leaving this planet alive.

And now, here she was. Crouched behind a crate next to Kanan and a few yards away from Zeb, wielding her blaster and ducking red bolts as they zipped past her.

Fairly typical for her life, if she was being honest.

Glancing up, she met Kanan’s gaze. Lifting an eyebrow, he said, “You never take me anywhere nice.”

“As I recall, this was your plan, dear,” Hera shot back.

“Knew there had to be some way this was my fault,” Kanan said, darting up to take a shot at one of their opponents. Ducking back down, he said, “It made sense at the time.”

“Well, figure out one that makes sense now,” Hera told him, peering over the rim of the crate. “Because there’s no way we’re going to make it back to the Ghost in one piece without one.”

He still hadn’t made it back to the Ghost.

Hera pushed aside her concern mingled with irritation for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, and focused on rewiring the console in front of her instead.

But it wouldn’t completely go away. When Kanan had asked for a little time off that night, she had assumed it meant… well, she wasn’t quite sure. But he’d left that afternoon, and there was no sign of him. And when Hera remembered what day it was…

She’d seen him handle Empire Day poorly before. Namely, last year, when he’d gotten drunk and blown the op they were planning to pieces, endangering both of their lives. Hera had been furious— more than that, she’d been frightened. She’d seen Kanan drink before, but not like that day.

Luckily, her reaction had hit Kanan hard. Hard enough that he hadn’t drunk since then. There had been some rough days between then and now, but she was proud of him. Proud of him for fighting the addiction he’d let control him for so long.

But now… he was gone. Hera hadn’t planned an op for today specifically in case of something like this, but she hadn’t really expected it. Kanan had promised her it was over, and she’d wanted— needed to believe him.

But what if that need had blinded her?

A clatter down in the entry bay caught Hera’s attention, and she rose to her feet, heading down the hall with her heart pounding. If it was him, then things could be about to get ugly.

Force, she didn’t want that.

Reaching the balcony above the cargo bay, she looked down and saw Kanan facing the wall, hand pressed against it as if to hold him steady. Oh, no.

“Where have you been?” Hera knew her voice was harsh, but she couldn’t quite prevent herself from snapping. Because she’d been scared, and she still was. She was terrified that she was right.

“Out. Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to worry.” Kanan’s voice was… not quite slurred. But still off enough that Hera’s heart plunged. “I, uh, I’ll be in my room.”

He took a step towards the ladder, then stumbled just enough that the light caught his face. Hera’s eyes went wide. “Kanan!”

“Hey, Kanan!”

Hera followed the sound of Zeb’s shout to where the Lasat was waving to them. He had his bo-rifle at the ready, and nodded at where their attackers were firing on them. “Got any ideas?”

“None that are any good,” Kanan called back. He paused, his eyes narrowing, and Hera knew his mind was racing. Finally, he nodded at Zeb. “On three, throw one of the crates at them. I’ll give it a boost. Hera, you cover us.”

Gripping her blaster firmly, Hera said, “This is crazy.”

“All our best plans are,” Kanan quipped as Zeb grabbed a crate, crouching in wait for Kanan’s signal.

Despite how serious she knew the situation was, Hera couldn’t help but feel a flash of determined readiness. There was something satisfying about being side by side with Kanan in a fight.

To say Kanan had been in a fight was a wild understatement. One of his eyes was swollen shut, dark bruising discoloring the entire left side of his face. Blood oozed from a split lip, a long slash in his forehead, and his nose— which had already been slightly crooked— was definitely broken now. As Hera stared at him, she saw he had one arm wrapped around his torso, his stiff posture radiating pain.

She moved forward without stopping to think, slipping down the ladder to catch him by the shoulder as he swayed on his feet. “Force— what happened, Kanan?”

“Slipped,” he mumbled, and Hera could swear she saw a smile cross his face before it twisted in pain and he grabbed for the wall again.

“That is not funny,” Hera snapped, frustration swirling with concern in her chest as she helped Kanan to a crate on the floor nearby. He sank downward with a gasp of relief.

“I don’t know,” Kanan said as Hera moved to get the med kit they stored in the entry bay in case of emergency. “I think it’s a little funny.”

Grabbing the kit, Hera flipped it open. “Now is not the time to joke about this,” she bit out, digging through the contents. “You’re a mess, and I want to know why, and what you did.”

“Who says it’s something I did?”

“Kanan.”

“Fine.” Kanan sighed as Hera brought the med kit over. “I… picked a fight. And I was very outnumbered.”

They were outnumbered, and outgunned. But Hera wasn’t giving up. She never did. So, as Kanan gave Zeb a nod, and the Lasat started to move, she popped up from behind the crate, taking out one of their opponents with a single shot. And she kept firing, not flinching at the incoming blaster bolts.

She heard Zeb let out a snarling roar of effort as he launched the crate at their enemies, and didn’t have to look to know Kanan gave it an extra boost through the Force. It soared through the air and smashed into them, bowling three of them over and sending the others scattering. This was their chance.

Hera didn’t have to look at Kanan— she knew it was time to move. As Zeb vaulted over the crates, Kanan bolted after him. But Hera hesitated, for just a moment. Because their supplies were right there, and she hated to leave them behind—

She heard a blaster fire, and pain burned through her. A gasp was forced out of her body, and she stumbled backwards— just in time to feel the second blaster bolt hit. As her knees gave out, all she could think was, Oh, this was a bad idea.

“It was a bad idea, I know,” Kanan said as Hera set the med kit next to him, flipping open.

Pulling out a stim, Hera jabbed it into his arm, and he let out a yelp. “I know that,” she said. “What I asked was why you started it in the first place.”

“I… because.” Kanan’s gaze dropped, and he was silent long enough that Hera was about to speak when he said, “Because I promised you I would make the same mistake as last year.”

“What?” Hera frowned, confusion spiraling through her. “What does that mean?”

“It means I wasn’t drinking. I haven’t since last Empire Day. But I— I did end up at a bar.”

Hera pulled the antiseptic out, not speaking. Turning his words over in her mind, she coated a piece of gauze in the antiseptic, and paused for a moment before she finally said, “Okay. Explain it to me.”

“You don’t need to—”

“Kanan.”

Sighing, Kanan said, “Listen, I’m sorry, Hera.”

“HERA!”

Vaguely Hera heard her name called as she slammed into the ground, pain searing her back and her arm. Everything hurt, and she let out a slight gasp, unwilling to let out any other sounds of pain. This is not good. Oh, Force, I screwed up now.

Blaster fire and shouts echoed in her ears, and Hera vaguely saw a blue, glowing blur out of the corner of her eye, moving towards her. What? Is that…?

For a brief moment, the vision before her solidified— Kanan, wielding his lightsaber with expert confidence. Zeb, at his side, a snarl marking his face as he took out attacker after attacker.

Kanan was moving towards her, his expression fierce and unflinching. And even as pain sent her world spinning, she couldn’t help but think, This is the first time I’ve seen him use his saber.

“This isn’t the first time I’ve picked a fight with someone, and I didn’t mean to—”

“Kanan.” Hera caught hold of his chin, lifting it so he had to meet her eyes. His eyes widened a little as they locked with hers. “I asked for an explanation, not an excuse.”

He was silent for a heartbeat, gaze holding hers, then said, “I know. I… I went there out of habit, honestly.”

Lifting the gauze, Hera gently dabbed at the cut in his forehead. She felt him flinch, but he kept talking as she cleaned the wound. “But I wasn’t going to buy a drink, and I didn’t. But there was this… group of Imperial pilots there. Drinking and celebrating the glorious Empire.” The bitterness in his voice shifted in something raw as he said, “And I just… all I could think about was my Master.”

Hera stilled, just for a moment. He barely ever talked about his past, let alone the Jedi side of things. So she kept quiet as he continued. “They were celebrating the people that had her slaughtered, gunned down by the men she trusted. And I… it hurt. And the only way I know how to dull that is to drink. So I decided to try something else.”

“And what’s that?” Hera asked, setting aside the gauze. As she reached for the bacta patches in the med kit, she could feel his heart beating against her fingertips.

Her heart was pounding as Kanan reached her, the blue light disappearing in an instant. Everything was blurry with pain, but she knew it was his arms that she was swept into. “I got you,” he said, cradling her against his chest. “Don’t move, Hera. We’re gonna get you out of here. Hera?”

She could hear him saying her name, but his voice was fading, along with everything else. All she could really be aware of was the pain, searing its way through her body as the sounds of Zeb and Kanan’s voices, blasters firing, and then the Ghost’s engines— a sound that she knew better than herself, that lived inside her— faded away.

And then, the pain was gone, too, and there was nothing.

“Nothing smart,” Kanan said. “I just figured… when one thing hurts more than the other, you tend to focus on the worst pain.”

Hera’s eyebrows shot up as she gently smoothed the bacta patch over the cut on his forehead, fingertips lingering briefly. “So you tried to get your face smashed in so that things would hurt less?”

“I know,” Kanan said with a sigh. “It’s stupid.”

“No— well, yes,” Hera amended herself. “But I know what it’s like to want something that hurts so much to go away. To think that you would do anything to stop it.”

She saw the curiosity in his eyes, and knew he would ask. But he didn’t. Instead, he quietly asked, “Does it stop hurting?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I’m not exactly the authority in either of our cases. But… I hope so. Maybe someday we’ll be able to focus on the joy, not the pain.”

“Sounds like a nice thought,” Kanan said quietly.

“Maybe,” Hera said with a sigh. Turning her attention back to him, she said, “You’re going to need something for that eye— and your nose, too.”

Grimacing, Kanan said, “Right. I can take care of the nose if you’ll find me some frozen peas or something.”

Hera nodded, turning towards the ladder. As she made her way up to the kitchen and dug out a bag of frozen mixed vegetables they’d picked up in their last supply run, she heard a strangled yelp of pain from down in the entry bay. When she returned, Kanan was blinking back involuntary tears of pain, but his nose was closer to its former, less crooked placement. He had a handful of gauze, which he was using to wipe away the residual blood on his face.

As she entered, he glanced up, and she held up the frozen veggies. “Perfect,” he said, accepting them and pressing the bag against his face with a grateful sigh. “Thanks, Hera. For everything.”

“Of course.” Hera was silent for a moment, watching Kanan as he cleaned himself of the last of the blood, setting aside the crumpled handful of gauze. “You’re a mess,” she said softly.

“I know.” Kanan gave her a wry half-smile.

Hera weighed her next words briefly before saying, “You don’t have to go through this alone, you know.”

His eyebrows hiked up, surprise crossing his face. Somehow, that encouraged Hera. Holding his gaze, she said, “When next year comes around… can we talk about this? Instead of you throwing yourself into a fight just to make it stop hurting? I know it feels like it’ll help, but there has to be something else we can do that doesn’t involve hurting you more.”

She saw him hesitate, and said softly, “Please.”

“I… yeah, okay.” Kanan let out a sigh of defeat. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” On an impulse, Hera took his hand, giving it a quick squeeze. “I need my best crew member in one piece, you know.”

That crooked smile of his turned up the corner of his mouth. “Pretty sure I’m your only crew member, Captain Hera. And that Chopper would be very offended to hear that.”

“You want me to take it back?”

“Not at all,” Kanan said, leaning towards her a little. “Thank you, Hera. And I’m sorry, I really am.”

Nodding, Hera said, “Apology accepted— and you’re welcome, Kanan. We take care of each other, okay? That’s what we do.”

“Understood.”

Hera held his gaze for another moment longer, then turned to the med kit, starting to put it away. “We should probably take a look at your ribs.”

“What, trying to get my shirt off, Hera?” Kanan said, his tone teasing. “I thought I was more to you than that.” His voice turning a little more serious, he said, “But I got it. You should go get some rest. I kept you up late, and you must be tired.”

She was tired, so tired. Her limbs refused to move, to cooperate. She knew, vaguely, that she should be getting up, that there was something urgent she was forgetting. But sleep threatened to pull her back under.

And then she heard a familiar voice. Kanan’s voice.

“She’ll be okay?”

Another voice— automated and impersonal— assured him that she would make a full recovery, and that it was only a matter of time before she woke. “The time in the bacta tank helped considerably. Now, all you can do is wait.”

“I see. Thank you.”

There was a brief silence, then she heard footsteps, moving towards her bedside. Chair legs screeched across the floor, and Kanan sighed. “You’re gonna be okay,” he said.

Fingers laced through hers, and she felt Kanan lean his forehead against their clasped hands. “Force, Hera. You can’t scare me like that.”

His voice shook a little, then he cleared his throat. “Just… I’m glad you’re okay. If a stupid supply run had taken you away from— from us… I don’t know what I would have done.”

The supplies! That’s what Hera had been forgetting. Straining, she finally managed to force her eyes open. Blearily, she took in the hospital room around her. They’d made it out, although she wasn’t sure where to.

Her voice was a croak when she said, “Kanan.”

“Hera!” There was a rush of movement, and she was staring into Kanan’s blue-green eyes. “Wow. When the med droid said you’d wake up soon, I didn’t think he meant that soon.”

“You and Zeb?” Hera managed. Her mouth was dry, her throat a desert.

“We’re fine,” Kanan assured her, reaching for something out of her sightline. “Here— drink this.”

Water. Hera let out a sigh of relief as she drank from the cup Kanan held to her lips. When she had quenched her thirst, she cleared her throat, her voice coming a little easier as she said, “And the supplies?”

Kanan shook his head. “There were too many of them. Zeb and I barely made it out of there intact, and you—” his voice hitched, and he stopped, his gaze dropping.

Hera winced as the vague memories came back to her. The pain, the ground rushing up to meet her. Kanan and Zeb fighting like mad to get to her.

One memory in particular solidified— Kanan, wielding a blue lightsaber. Confident and unhesitating as he batted away blaster fire.

He’d never used his saber before. Hera had known he had one, but this was the first time he’d actually used it. And he’d done it to save her. He’d endangered himself to save her.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

Kanan glanced up. “What?”

“For saving me. For— putting yourself in danger.” She held his gaze meaningfully, hoping he’d understand what she wasn’t saying.

He nodded, expression serious. He understood. “Always, Captain Hera. We take care of each other, right? That’s what we do.”

“Right,” Hera said, feeling that spark of warmth blooming in her chest that she felt so often around Kanan. It was a spark that she usually squashed, pushed aside. A spark that she knew she couldn’t feel. But right now, she let it stay, let it warm her.

“I remember the first time you told me that.”

Kanan’s voice was soft and contemplative as he spoke. “I was… such a mess. And you helped me back to my feet. Showed me that I could handle these things in a different way. Showed me that I wasn’t alone.” Shaking his head, he said, “You changed my life.”

“I think you’re exaggerating, dear,” Hera said, trying to keep her voice casual. But her heart was pounding, because she knew what Kanan was about to say. She’d known this conversation would happen someday, and she’d selfishly hoped to avoid it for as long as possible.

“You know I’m not,” Kanan said. He was still holding her hand, and Hera knew she should let go but she couldn’t quite bring herself to.

Following her gaze to their clasped hands, Kanan was quiet for a long moment. “Why don’t we ever talk about what happened?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” Hera knew she was playing for time, she knew she had to face this. But Force, she didn’t want to, and she knew it wasn’t just because she didn’t want to hurt him.

“You know what I mean,” Kanan said, his voice even. “I mean the fact that you kissed me a couple months ago, and I know we said we weren’t going to talk about it—”

“Then you know why we haven’t talked about it,” Hera snapped. “Because I said we weren’t going to talk about it—”

“Hera, you kissed me,” Kanan said. “And I kissed you back, because— because this isn’t just a friendship, and you know it. I care about you, and—”

“You’re just saying this because of what happened,” Hera told him.

“Because you nearly died? Yes, that is part of why I’m saying it. Because your heart nearly stopped, and I almost lost you before I could tell you how I felt about you. Before we could even consider giving this a chance—”

“Stop.”

Hera could hear the harshness, the anger in her voice, and it hurt her. Because she knew it would hurt Kanan, and she didn’t want that. But she didn’t think there was anything they could do to avoid it now.

He didn’t speak for a long moment, and Hera closed her eyes. She knew what would happen if they kept talking. She’d tell him what she didn’t want to say, that nothing could ever happen, that they could never be anything more. And he would leave.

Hera had always hated crying. And feeling the prickle against her eyelids, she knew this was no exception.

“Explain it to me.”

He spoke quietly, sounding calm. It surprised Hera enough that she managed to banish the tears for the time being. “What?”

“You’ve always listened to me, when I’ve made messes that are way bigger than this one,” Kanan told her. “So explain it to me. Please?”

The pleading in his eyes tugged at Hera’s heart, more than it should have. She squeezed her eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

She felt Kanan watching her, silent and patient, as she opened her eyes. “I… you know what my goals are. And you know how much they matter.”

“I do,”

“Then you know I have to prioritize them above anything else.” Forcing herself to meet Kanan’s eyes, Hera told him, “This is only going to get bigger. And that means everything I have has to go towards this fight. It means I’d be keeping secrets from you, and— I can’t possibly manage a real relationship at the same time. One of them would be neglected and—”

“And you think it would be me,” Kanan finished, and Hera nodded, frustration burning in her throat. This is the part where he leaves.

“I think you’re underestimating my tenacity, Hera.”

Hera’s gaze flew back up to Kanan’s. He didn’t look nearly as hurt as she expected. If anything, he looked amused. “Hera, I’ve spent the past year and a half knowing how I feel about you and never really expecting anything in return. Do you really think that, if I know this could be real, I’m going to let anything get in our way?”

“You’re being unrealistic,” Hera argued, trying to shove aside the hope rising in her heart. “I would ignore our relationship in favor of—”

“Fighting for what’s right, which is what I love about you,” Kanan said. “And I’d be fighting right alongside you. We’ve been doing just fine so far.”

“It’s different, and you know it.”

Sighing, Kanan said, “I forget how stubborn you are sometimes.” Leaning forward, he locked eyes with her. “If you’re not ready, I can wait. But I also have no intention of giving up on this. If I have to wait until the end of this war, I will. Because Force knows being around you is worth it, Hera. Every single minute of it, whether we’re just friends or not.”

With Kanan’s face only a few inches away from her own, Hera found herself… speechless. Words fail me, I suppose, she thought with a flash of humor. Clearing her throat, she managed, “Now who’s being stubborn?”

“What can I say? We make a good team,” Kanan said, a smile crossing his face. Leaning back, he said, “Just think about it. And get some more rest. We’ll check out of here tomorrow, okay?”

“Hmm,” Hera said, dropping back into her pillows. As a wave of fatigue swept over her, she mumbled, “I thought I was supposed to be the captain.”

“You are,” Kanan said, his voice gentle. “But listen to me about this, okay?”

“Whatever you say, love,” were Hera’s last words as she dropped off to sleep.

Before she dropped off to sleep that night, Hera’s last thoughts were about Kanan. She knew he was a mess, that he’d been through a lot— but that he was working through it, and figuring out how to live with it in a healthy way.

And she knew one other thing for certain— she was glad she had him in her life.

#kanera week #kanera week 2023 #star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #garazeb orrelios #zeb orrelios #kanera #tw injury #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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nebuladreamz · 10 months

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Hey OP what if

Bad ending+ plus the game setting up for them to meet in the future again but pin against each other

Cassie as the new villain, Gregory coming back to the pizzaplex years later

Can u imagine all the angst potential

Cassie seeing the real Gregory years later but he is there to stop her? To stop all the work she build up, to save him? The tragic irony?????

Op-

ANON IM GONNA FUCKING KISS YOUR FOREHEAD /P

OH THE MISERY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EVERYBODY WANTS TO BE HER ENEMY-

VANESSA SORRY BBG THAT YOU WERE HYPED UP TO BE THE MAIN VILLAIN OF THE NEW STORYLINE HOWEVER CASSIE AS THE NEW VILLAIN FOR IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING COMPELLING BECAUSE IT'D HURT TO SEE THIS LITTLE GIRL WANTING TO DO GOOD AND FIND AND SAVE HER FRIEND ONLY TO BE USED AS A LITERAL MEAT VESSEL FOR A FUCKED UP REMNANT OF A LEGEND MEANT TO BE BURIED YEARS AGO ALONGSIDE EVERYTHING ELSE

#nebula answers #anon #I HOPE YOU KNOW I WILL BE THINKING OF THIS ALL FUCKING NIGHT #GOD #SECURITY BREACH 2 OR SOME SHIT WHERE-#OH MY GOD #GREGORY BASICALLY BEING THE NEW MICHAEL/PROTAG FOR THE SERIES #CASSIE BEING THE WILLIAM/VANESSA THAT WAS MEANT TO BE #VANESSA A FAILED PROTEGE/HEIR TYPE SHIT #ONLY TO GET HER ASS DOGWALKED AND REPLACED WITH A LITERAL CHILD #GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

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arttrampbelle · 1 year

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Completely redoing cassie cage. I hereby divorce her from her canon version.

My city now.

Honestly. I have now come to say. Screw canon. I will make her my own now.

Nrs screwed her over (and other kombat kids) from a proper story.

No more op bull bull storylines. No more plot armor.

Cassie cage is now johnnys kid from a previous marriage. No longer associated or to do with anything with sonya blade. She is no longer used as a ploy for a dying game series trying to stay afloat.

Cassie cage will now be her own warrior without being associated with special forces directly.

She will take after her old man. A fish out of water martial artist,she has natrual chi powers(not from some dumb distant bloodline)

Also im sorry boys. She's also lesbian. She likes women now. I can't see her otherwise just like sheeva.

People can stay mad. But cassie doesn't deserve to be written by dudebros or dudebros in spirit. Nor written by people who only like her because of superficial reasons.

As much as i hate adding unnecessary crap to a story. If we are gonna have them. Im gonna make them my way now.

She deserves to be her own character in her own right. And we hardly got that.

Jacqui too but that's for another post.

I will only write about Jacqui or cassie as hc version. Because i hate the canon versions so much.

Maybe I'll do a hcs list for cassie just for love and spite.

#mortal kombat #cassie cage needs to be written better #and since nobody's hardly doing it i might as well buckle down and do it myself #mini vent?#honestly at this point im taking characters and giving them a better story #especially underused and forgotten characters #but also ones screwed over by canon

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givemewallywestorgivemedeath · 2 years

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I bet the new YJ is going to focus on how we need to move on from the 90s ("this is how things are meant to be" vs. YJ trying to escape the fantasy) and yet. It still feels incredibly superficial, like we haven't had any time for emotional/character development for anything to actually HIT hard, especially due to YJ 2019 and Bart's ongoing disconnection from the Rebirth and OG Flashfam. I'm holding out that the OOC-talk and dismissive-talk from Cissie, Wally, Jon, etc. are due to Dark Crisis reality warping for them to not care about their family (so Cassie is the one who has to save them) so hoping that we'll get resolution on that. And Cassie seemed incredibly cynical when commenting on her friends' current states like _goddamn._

I don't expect or want a rehash of the 90s young justice (ex. YJ 2019's attempt) but something substantial that can stand on its own would be nice, like the team having civilian lives (have we seen Bart or Kon out of costume in this verse? nope!) and an active exploration (or just a note) of how they're adjusting to life after the reboot and returning to this universe.

Honestly I think the entirety of Dark Crisis is going to be showcasing our nostalgia and putting it to rest. Retiring the old JL members, reliving YJ, bringing in new kids, ect. I could be wrong but this entire event feels like a goodbye.

YJ probably won't be retired but this will probably be exactly what you said: The message will be that they have to be Young Justice in a new way. They can't go back to how things were, they just have to keep moving forward. (Bit of a moot point when Bart is literally a time traveller but eh)

Dick and Jon were relatively in character but JESUS CISSIE AND THE FLASH FAM ARE SO OUT OF CHARACTER WHAT THE FUCK

The entire Flash family is running a rescue op on a hunch that Barry and Avery are alive. The idea that, while two of them are already missing, they would hear about another missing family member and not take two seconds to search for him via their speedforce connection??? (They'd instantly know Bart was where Barry and Avery are) It's just so out of character. Even for 90's Wally. 90's Wally didn't listen to Bart but he still cared about his wellbeing and Wally's had so much character development since then. He actually likes and respects Bart now and he has the emotional maturity now to show it. No way Wally would say anything like that.

And no way in hell would Max just stand there and do nothing. Bart is his son.

Also what Cissie said was out of pocket. Tim was adopted. Clark is Conner's bio dad. Barry is Bart's grandfather. Saying that the boys are grieving their 'fake dads' is just... not it

Reaaaaaaaaaaally hoping there is a spell or mind control in play and that's why the characters are out of character. Otherwise, sorry to say, it's just bad writing.

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thefloorisbalaclava · 1 year

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Hi, Cassie! I hope you're having a nice day/evening! ❤️

I'm writing to you 'cause I need some advice. Lately, I've been seeing lots of CoD: MWII stuff: ads, gameplays, etc., and I'm kind of interested in this game. But I also know nothing about CoD series in general and saw in one of your posts that you have played the first MW. So I thought maybe you will be able to help me? Is the first game fun? Is the campaign for one player any diffrent from other first-person shooters? Do I need to play it in order to enjoy the sequel? And, last but not least - are there any hot men that I can simp on? 😂

I hope I'm not bothering you but if so, ignore this message completely.

Thank you in advance for any help!

Also, sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. 😬

Okay so you're talking to some whose first fandom was COD 🤣🤣🤣

Believe it or not! I definitely recommend ALL the MW games. It's totally up to you if you wanna play in order. I'm big on the campaign because I love meeting and getting to learn about the characters!

I believe it was Black Ops III that let you have a multiplayer campaign! My cousin and I would play all the time!

I totally enjoyed the games and they do give you options to skip particular missions and cutscenes!

Now for that final question: YES! There are some GORGEOUS men in the games (especially the MW series). My faves are Ghost and Soap!

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months

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Is The Doctor In?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXNMJZr by Hyde115 It was supposed to be a simple op, get in bust up the meta-human traffickers and get out. How could it have gone so horribly wrong? Why is there a small child taking them to a doctor? Why are there villains acting friendly here?! What the hell is going on?! And what the hell is JOHN CONSTANTINE DOING HERE!?!?! Words: 2421, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Young Justice (Cartoon), Justice League - All Media Types, Young Justice - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Original Male Character(s), Cassandra Cain, Cissie King-Jones, Stephanie Brown, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, M’gann M’orzz, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Blue Beetle (DCU), Cassie Sandsmark, Artemis Crock, John Constantine Relationships: Cissie King-Jones/Original Character(s), Cassandra Cain/Original Male Character(s), Stephanie Brown/Original Male Character(s), stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain/cissie king-jones/original male character, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Kon-El | Conner Kent/M'gann M'orzz, Tim Drake/Cassie Sandsmark Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Season/Series 04, Swearing, rated for language, I’m sorry I have no idea how to tag, How Do I Tag read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/iXNMJZr

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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therisingdarkness · 4 years

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I didn’t expect to love Seven Deadly Sins the way I do...

but I also didn’t expect it to be filled with kings who love their wives so fucking much and are completely subservient to them and then do everything in the world to keep them save and build a future worth living for?

Like the men in this series are just generally good and wonderful men, the center of their universes are their fucking girlfriends and shit, they’re just here to get their girl and cultivate their friendships, kick some ass and look cool doing it.

Also I’m vibing with the whole ‘short dudes 5′4″ and under with their tall ass girlfriends’??? Just please. Give me more of this. I want to bury my fave in 7DS everything right now. I’ve made like four OCs and a self-indulgent AU.

#like honestly i dont even LIKE elaine or gelda that much cause they seem kinda...eh #like elaine follows the trope of kiiiinda only being there to further ban's character development/story arc #she also kinda falls into the trap that orihime did in bleach where she had a lot of potential to be this OP ass-whooper #but then she got reduced to being the tearful girlfriend on the sideline who gasps and says 'Ban!' a whole lot so #kinda one-dimensional if you ask me #Gelda is a little cooler cause she's a vampire and has big dom energy #but again it feels like she kinda only exists to give zeldris a reason to be angry #SO in the Au I just got rid of them both and made new girlfriends for the both of them #i'm not even a little bit sorry either cause I'm fucking tired sometimes of adhering to some unwritten code #idc #i love my ocs and want to ship them with who i want #i at least wrote them both off respectfully lol #anyways i'm talking to myself at this point #i wish i could draw cause i'd love to draw cassie and pyra and gabriel

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ectonurites · 2 years

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Sorry for asking but what’s the Joëlle Jones tracing drama?

So in art for the upcoming Trial of the Amazons event.... Joëlle Jones pretty blatantly traced Pepe Larraz's art from an X-Men comic for Cassie & Donna in a spread:

It's... very clearly not just referenced, but traced. In the twitter thread I linked where someone had noticed this, the OP also made videos of the art overlaid to demonstrate how exact it is. Like down to the lines on Cassie's & Jean's skirts.

And this has just unleashed a shitstorm of debate and fighting amongst fans on twitter. Because like... it's plagiarism! Tracing someone else's work like this (unless she had like, explicit permission from Larraz to use his work as a basis) is particularly fucked up when she's getting paid to do this. It's unprofessional and disrespectful as hell.

But it's all spiraling into so much debate about tracing versus referencing, some people trying to argue that maybe tracing IS okay for some reason, and also several people being incredibly nasty in unnecessary ways towards Joëlle and any other artists who've got into the discussion. I think she fucked up here sure, but so many people are also going overboard. It's just overall a mess.

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punksarahreese · 2 years

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would you like to share some of your thoughts for restart? 👀👀👀

Restart my beloved <3

Sarah didn’t show up for rounds one day and Ava was mildly concerned

Because this was only about a week after her avoidant moment and Ava knew she hadn’t been in the best mindset

She went to ask Goodwin about it because it was customary when a student didn’t show to double check and apparently Sarah had called in

Ava really tried to leave it alone

Maybe Sarah was just sick

So she went about her day and let surgeries be a distraction

Until the next day Sarah wasn’t there still

Ava was completely preoccupied her whole shift

Connor was surprisingly the first to pick up on it

Mostly because he found Ava in the locker room before a pre op typing away on her phone

He was of course annoyed with her and was like “Ava you’re not seriously stalling a pre op meeting for whoever you’re texting”

Ava just shook her head because she wasn’t in the mood to argue

So she didn’t push him away when Connor peaked over her shoulder

A long winded email thread boasted Sarah’s name at the top

“You seriously don’t have her number?”

“That’s not very professional, Connor. She’s my student.”

“So why are you blowing off work to message her?”

So Ava conceded and told him her worries

And it was really that moment where Connor realized Sarah meant a lot of Ava

Not just in the way him and Sam teased her about

Like Ava clearly cared about the med student a lot to check in on her like this

And in a way he got it

Ava was still surprised when he didn’t press it anymore

Just elbowed her gently and said “she’ll come back when she’s ready. Just come do the pre-op, Avey.”

Connor calling her Avey has been on my mind all week

So she did eventually go back to her work

And Sarah responded eventually

“Sorry, Ava. Family trouble, I had to go see my mom.”

Ava didn’t really believe her

Maybe she did go back to Connecticut

But it didn’t sit right that she hadn’t told Ava and she wasn’t responding to her

It just wasn’t like her

And maybe Ava was super anxious until she saw Sarah again <3

The backstory to this tsf which I may actually write as a oneshot

Ava had been called to the NICU

A baby was born premature with hypoplastic left heart syndrome

He also had transposition of the great vessels (aorta and pulmonary artery are switched)

She was called to consult but the second she saw his heart on the echo she knew there wasn’t anything she could do

The neonatologist knew that but needed the confirmation

The mother was in surgery, complications during her emergency c-section

And the father refused to leave the surgical waiting area

Ava broke the news to him up there

“Your son has a critical heart defect. Given his weight and the state of the organ I cannot ethically recommend surgery.”

“What are you saying?”

“Unfortunately his body is not receiving enough oxygen and we can only make him comfortable. His organs will begin to shut down, we’ve already seen indications of liver failure.”

The father was silent

He stared at Ava for a while but then turned away, returning to his pacing of the hallway

She was taken aback but couldn’t help but explain again

“Sir, I’m afraid your son does not have long. If you would like to hold him…”

“No,” he said firmly, “Cassie should be the one to hold him first.”

“I don’t think-”

“I’m not leaving until she’s okay.”

So Ava went back to the NICU

She couldn’t stop herself even though she had other things to do

She knew medically this baby would not survive until his mother was out of surgery and stable enough to see him

And Ava knew far too much about grieving fathers to know she shouldn’t push him to see his son

She couldn’t bear the idea of this baby dying alone in that incubator

They had given the child painkillers, though he did not have the energy to show any indication of his pain

He wasn’t on the vent because they knew it would do nothing, his heart was not connected properly to sustain a proper rhythm or oxygenate him at all

Ava tried so hard to be careful as she picked him up from the bed, the infant fitting almost in one hand alone

He was cyanotic and cold, even as she wrapped a blanket around him and held him close she knew his body couldn’t hold any heat

And so she stood, holding the baby close because no one deserved to die without knowing a little comfort

Ava had never been one to do this, it felt like a boundary a surgeon shouldn’t cross in most moments

But this was different

He was so little and she knew every single thing that was going wrong in that moment

The clock on the wall said half an hour had passed, the infant’s breathing hoarse and barely there

He was mouth breathing and each inhale shook him

Ava knew it was time

All she could do was press a kiss to his tiny head and watch helplessly as the monitor flatlined

And Ava was shaking when she reached out to silence the tone

A nurse came in then, she had been hovering outside because she didn’t want to disturb the doctor

But Ava knew she couldn’t stay and risk bursting into tears

So she let the nurse take the baby and she left the NICU

Beelining for the elevator to the roof because she couldn’t stand being in the building

Ava found herself standing by the guard rail of the roof

And she let the tears starts

Even though she hated how helpless it made her feel

This is why she wasn’t in paediatrics

#the second one is my favourite I’ve been thinking about it all week #I’m doing an assignment on HLHS so my brain is thinking heart defects <3 #also thank u for the ask nova ily <3 #mutuals #nova tag #asks #my aus #restart #fellow!ava #med student!sarah #restart!au #ava bekker #sarah reese #connor rhodes

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Ops my bad sorry, so for Thomastair 12,19 and 30.

Thanks again💙

12. Who gets up the earliest? Who has the worst sleep schedule? Who is the sleepiest?

This one's so hard. I have absolutely nothing to base my answer on. I can think of literally nothing explicit in canon that will help me out here.

If I had to take a shot in the dark, I'd say that Thomas probably wakes up earlier than Alastair does. He spent a lot of his childhood being babied by his family, and part of that was probably waking him up with breakfast and stuff. Besides, he seems like a "yay, let's face a new day' type of guy.

Alastair, in my opinion, likely hasn't ever had a consistent sleep schedule in his life. He would always be up late dragging Elias home from gin palaces and cleaning up after him, so he'd probably be accustomed to sleeping in later than most. It would make sense that he couldn't shake that habit easily. Perhaps he just sleeps when he's tired, or when he wants to curl up with Thomas.

THIS BEING SAID, I'm sure that things are a little hard for Thomas right now what with all the grief. So I feel like he probably has been sleeping a bit more than usual. Plus, he has a warm, handsome husband with him, so why wouldn't he sleep in next to him?

19. How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

Clearly, physical touch is a love language for them. They canonically can't keep their hands off each other when out and about. So I definitely think that a lot of affection is shown through soft, subtle touches, like their hands brushing together or them leaning against each other while sitting down.

I also think that they've developed a way to show silent support for each other in social settings. Like, if Thomas sees something that reminds him of Christopher, Alastair will slip a hand around his waist quietly. If Alastair sees something that triggers memories of Elias, Thomas will reach out and squeeze his hand. That kind of thing.

I also like to think that they can, like, make eye contact and instantly ground each other with a shared, "married" look. It'd come in handy if they were too far apart to touch.

30. Free space! Say something about this ship that you want to say!

I really hope that Cassie answers my question of whether they can get married soon, LOL. I have a lot of conflicting thoughts on this, because couldn't they just.... do it privately? The wedded union runes would stick, surely; they're Shadowhunters in good standing. The Clave couldn't really undo the magical bond. And who cares about legal paperwork when you've a magical rune imbedded into your body that connects you to your spouse? Lol

((Send me more!))

#thomastair #thomas lightwood #alastair carstairs

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britishsass · 2 years

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stream ramble collation

stuff you said aloud is in quote marks and paraphrased usually because of the fallibility of memory

traeh: junior agent communal pinboard is SUCH a good idea

also they ABSOLUTELY keep hiding chloe but its gone from 'keep her secret keep her a runaway' to a game

compton and fred talking about hats together

ace: it adds to the mysterious arua

[owl] "Chloe is having so much fun hiding"

traeh: yep my thoughts exactly, they no longer think she needs to be hidden but shes having fun being Sneaky

and the junior agents are having fun being Sneaky as well

ace: honestly it would count as good covert-op training

owl: [something about fred and compton friendship & fred not being in ps2 which i didnt fully process]

ace: And, now I'm thinking about Fred's T-rex arms again

traeh: yeah the junior agents get SO good at stuff like illusions etc

owl: "Compton's proportions, he is so short"

ace: man needs those grabber-nabber things just to function

traeh: raz already is fantastic at bluff checks - boy managed to get through 2 and a half obstacle courses for levitators and telekinetics while not knowing how to levitate

but all the others get good at just BSing etc

ALSO please picture norma using her pyrokinesis to wield

owl: "Some of the interns would have already been good at making stuff up, especially Morris. He runs a pirate radio he's going to be so good at making stuff up."

traeh: yeah morris is SO good at just making things up

Owl: "Morris annoyed me but he grew on me over time. All the interns did, I didn't like them at first because of how they acted towards Raz. Also there's no way Gisu is straight."

ace: Still got my bi hc loaded

traeh: i saw someone saying theres no way shes got an older sibling

shes either an only child or an older sibling

ace: I say it everytime I get the chance, hah

quantum: re: gisu siblings(?) the "I'm not a baby" "yes you are" line radiates 'I have at least one younger brother i bully affectionately' energy

traeh: norma, lizzie, morris, and gisu assembling a bunch of metal poles and glass panes into a huge fishtank while adam and raz flop in the corner with psipops

sam has gone to pester whoever is in charge of the fishtanks about salinity etc

ace: seeing fishtank and flop defaulted me to fish flopping and it is... an.. image in my mind's eye

traeh: reusfdk hahaha thats not what i meant

also quantum YES gisu with a little brother

owl: "Fred deserves more friends, his proportions are stupid and I love him, and the Bonapartes have to be a pretty well-known family because they're literally related to Napoleon Bonaparte, and then one day Fred just vanishes! Because there's no way his family would have told people that Fred was thinking he was Napoleon! I think about that a lot. I think about that a lot. Like, Gloria is famous and it'd be well-know she was going to Thorney Towers, but the others? Fred, Edgar, Boyd - well Boyd might be famous for setting a place on fire, but Edgar's a nobody and Fred's just the Bonaparte boy. Fred's just...a nobody, he's not the strongest he's not the smartest, any adjective you pick another Thorney Towers resident probably is it more, he's got so much pressure on him as a Bonaparte and he needs to learn the world wont end if he takes a break, thats probably me also talking about Otto and myself too"

owl: "Sorry about rambling about Fred so much, but I think about him a lot. Out of all the others he does stand apart i think."

Owl: "I'm just getting pictures of everyone. I need a picture of Cassie. I'm sorry, Cassie, you deserve so much better than me."

ace: I've been thinking more about Markie again. I think she just got worse and worse. Maybe she can be a decent person but oh boy that's gonna come with a lot to make up for

Owl: "Yeah, Markie needs to make up for a whole lot at this point."

Owl: "Helmut looks so soft and huggable. Man, I want to hold him close and just snuggle up to him. He's so kind. I love Helmut Fullbear."

[owl is drawing a many armed nightmare at this point]

ace: the nightmare is armed and dagerous.

I'm sorry for the half though out puns but my brain demands it

traeh: the pun goes in the ramble submission

ace: thus my role is fufilled, hah

keeping out of reach is probably advisable

traeh: oh a fact about the handwraps thing that got brought up in frankies stream: similar fabric wrapping techniques were/are used by broke people in cold countries like russia to keep the feet warm

when theres no access to warm enough shoes/socks or they have damaged shoes or w/e

ace: ah, cool!

traeh: implying that nona would possibly prefer to be wearing gloves!

This, my friends, is why you join the streams-- I go off on tangents, Ace shares great puns, and we've got amazing ideas and aus.

Thanks again for gathering this for me! I'll re-read when I have the chance.

#queue #ask response #submission #stream talk #anon

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sergeant-angels-trashcan · 3 years

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had some Crossover Thoughts at Work so here ya go

I’m sorry guys but I just love the idea that brainwashed assassin!cassie and soulless!sam boned down and Cassie got pregnant

like, i feel like it is really easy for this to be creepy and have a lot of bodily autonomy issues that i don’t really want to try and tackle so i’m not sure i could ever really do it

i just. want Cassie to show up with a baby and drop them off with the team all “i don’t really know who you are or who I am or who this little crying thing is but I know you are Safe and Good, so take care of this. Peace!”

I feel like she got pregnant and she did NOT care about baby but she DOES know that she’s pretended to be pregnant for ops before and people treat her differently

and that’s something she can use to ESCAPE.

Bucky helps her. As always, I have no idea what their relationship is but it exists

also i just want the Team to have a baby. It’s ALL OF THEIR BABY, OKAY?

and Kate is trying so hard to hold it together. Cassie’s alive? She had a baby? She’s giving me the baby??? CASSIE WAIT WHAT.

I think I like this better than Kate getting knocked up by Sam because I LOVE the idea that the team suddenly has a BABY to deal with and NO PREP. frantic baby clothes buying and calling the parents they know and THEY WON’T STOP CRYING JESS OH MY GOD PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO GET THE BABY TO STOP CRYING

i thought about what they’d name the baby and my first thought was Avery idk why but of course that isn’t it because they’d name the baby something meaningful

and then i was like? Of course. OF COURSE THEY NAME THE BABY ISAIAH.

they’re trying GENDER NEUTRAL PARENTING

Baby Isaiah is asab (assigned superhero at birth)

But anyway baby Isaiah, aka Izzy.

and Isaiah Cap loves babies, you canNOT convince me that he would not love holding babies and you know he has that Magic Baby Touch and can stop Izzy’s crying when nothing and no one else can

I just need him to hold a baby? all the babies? holding sleeping baby in one arm and cooking with the other?

nuclear family? nobody in this au has heard of her.

I can’t stress enough that Izzy might stay with Kate a lot, but they are a TEAM BABY.

So Izzy has like a MILLION grandparents who are all superheroes (and one crime boss but we don’t talk about derek)

Cassie just. happened to give birth to her.

so anyway. Accidental Baby Acquisition!

Kate and Eli and David (and Noh and Loki and America and Billy and Teddy on occasion) are trying to figure out the who, what, when, where, and why of Izzy

and Kate’s a PI so she’s good at that!

So eventually she sees security footage of Sam and Cassie, and eventually links Sam to Dean, who, it turns out, has just been caught impersonating a federal officer

and Izzy has been crying for what feels like DAYS and Kate was up for two days before that tailing some drug lord and she is at the END of her rope

so it seems like a great idea to find this guy and GRILL HIM ABOUT THE BABY DADDY’S WHEREABOUTS RIGHT NOW

nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around!

Eli and Tommy are the only ones nearby when she gets the info and are like. This is a terrible idea. I guess we have to come with you?

Kate, running on nothing but coffee and donuts, being a total badass as she lies about being a federal agent in order to get Dean out of police custody

it is apparent to no one but she’s SO CLOSE to crying this entire time. she’s SO TIRED OH GOD.

and Dean’s super cagey of course, he’s not going to let this crazy lady know anything about Sam

Kate takes him to her hotel, she might be planning on holding him hostage, she really doesn’t know, okay? she just wants her kid to sleep.

Kate starts humming hungry like the wolf, which is one of Izzy’s favorite songs and that doesn’t work either, and Dean plucks the baby out of Kate’s arms and probably starts humming Metallica or AC/DC and Izzy finally. FINALLY settles.

Kate just straight up starts crying in relief and Eli and Tommy have no?? idea??? what to do with that??? and then Eli realizes Izzy’s asleep and HE starts crying and then Tommy starts crying because Eli’s crying.

eventually Kate manages to say “Sam’s your brother, right? that’s your nibling”

and Dean is like. what. what. what. WHAT. what. wh

a few hours later they’re sitting on the curb outside the hotel, it’s dark out and the only thing you can hear is cicadas

akd Kate tells Dean how she came to have Izzy in her care

sort of, like, the whole superhero thing stays on the DL because secret identities and Dean still hasn’t given up any information

eventually though she says “cassie was--I was in charge of her, you know? I was supposed to protect her and I--It’s crazy, I thought she was dead, and she wasn’t, but it wasn’t her walking around. It’s like she was a shell of Cassie, doing things Cassie would never normally do. I feel so guilty. I should have kept looking, I should have known better, our lives aren’t normal, ever, at all. Sorry, that’s so weird, it probably doesn’t make any sense”

and Dean’s sitting there.. “so. uh. I actually do get that. uh. so. funny story”

and then of course there’s this whole hiding Izzy from Sam because of the wall in his mind and Sam thinking that Izzy is Dean’s kid

and then his awe at this tiny person!! that is part his!!

and yelling at hallucifer when he starts saying shit about Izzy

Bobby meeting Izzy. GRANDPA CENTRAL.

Cassie comes back and is like. Who is the cute baby and who is the dilf.

And Kate’s like. So. Funny story.

(this is OUR BABY, Kate says. They are also yours. But also ours. And you already ilf-ed that d.)

#young avengers #supernatural #cassie lang #sam winchester #kate bishop #dean winchester #eli bradley #isaiah bradley #tommy shepherd #baby fic #my stuff #baby izzy #team baby #just need frantic young avengers standing helpless in baby aisles in walmart and target

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