#so me and the cat would basically be staying in the room...making no noise and pretending we don’t exist
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Hey can I request y/n surprising Billie at the Grammys? Thanks
Double-Winner.
Billie Eilish x Fem!Reader.
a/n: sorry this is so short, i had no clue how to fulfill this tbh but i tried my best! hope you like it x
"bil, for the last time," I sighed heavily, "im not going to be able to make it. I'll make it up to you, I promise."
billie whined on the other end of the phone, "it's not the same, ma."
I continued packing my suitcase. "I know, babe, but you know I have a huge meeting that I can not miss."
she grumbled, "I know." I heard water running and movement. "Wish me luck." she muttered as she began to brush her teeth.
"i'll be manifesting for you," i joke, walking to the bathroom to prepare my toiletries. "You're going to win the grammy." i reassure her.
i could hear her take a deep breath and sigh. "Yeah, hopefully. i think i should go to bed, big day tomorrow." she cheesed.
"Alright," i say dramatically. "If you have to."
she made a kiss noise, "i love ya."
"i love you too. Text me when you're up." i kissed her back before she hung up.
i checked the time on my phone, silently thanking billie for hanging up at the perfect time. i zipped up my suitcase and threw on my slides before walking out of the house. i double-checked to make sure the door was walked before i drove off towards the airport.
the cool winter breeze caught me off guard as i stepped out of my warm car. i dreaded all of the airport security traffic. it took me forever to get through everything, but i had finally made it on the flight that would take me to surprise billie.
i found out 3 hours before she called me that the meeting was canceled, and i decided i was going to surprise her. i booked the fastest flight and sound one that was perfect. i was surprised it was still available.
i sat peacefully on the plane, drinking Sprite and eating the iconic honey roasted peanuts. of course, i spent the whole time worrying over billies' reactions. would she be mad that i lied to her? i pondered back and forth, defending each argument for yes and no over in my mind.
the loud, robotic sounding woman over the speakers awoke me from my sleep. i rushed to get off the plane as i only had 2 hours to make it in time to see billie. i went to the nearest airport restroom and changed into my stunning dress that i had been saving for a really special occasion. it was a long, ruby red silk slip dress. it had a slit in the right legs and was long enough to trail behind me. i had straightened my hair before i left, and it had managed to stay intact. i did quick but elegant makeup and called my Uber.
the wait for the Uber was spent getting cat called by older men while waiting for billie to text me back.
me: How's your morning going, babe? i miss you
billie ❤️: it's going good, just doing hair and make up
billie ❤️: you?
billie ❤️: i miss you sm mama
me: just been thinking about you
billie: i gotta go get dressed, text you after ❤️
me: sounds goood
the Uber arrived and took me to my hotel room, which i had to rush to get ready since i was running late.
i basically threw on the dress that complimented hers, so i had enough time for makeup. luckly, i didn't like to do heavy makeup.
whenever i was finally done, billie texted me.
billie ❤️: god everything reminds me of how much i wish you could be here.
billie ❤️: theres an extra seat at the table for some reason
me: hm thats weird, dont worry, though i have the live video pulled up right now
i lied as i climbed into the Uber. i told the man my destination, and he began driving. butterflies were building up, and i couldn't wait to see her reaction.
i made it right in time, making it in time for the music related awards. i chatted with Lizzie Grant, one of my favorite music artists, as i waited for billie to leave the table so i could sneak in.
whenever they finally announced the first award for "what was i made for?" she got up and walked onto the stage.
i slid into my seat quietly, waving to finneas and claudia, who were in on the surprise.
i admired billie on stage. i was so proud of her. I couldn't contain it. a stupid smile spread on my face as i saw her bright smile on stage.
"Thank you so much. i really couldn't have done it without y/n and finneas. i love you too, and im so sorry you couldn't be here, baby." she blew a kiss to the camera, which i knew there'd be edits of later on.
she walked back, thanking all the people who congratulated her as she walked by.
she was only a few feet away whenever she made eye contact with me. her face lit up, and her smile grew. she ran towards me, pulling me out of my chair and capturing me in a tight hug. she peppered my face in kisses before finally meeting my lips. she held her lips on mine, and i didn't want her to pull away.
"You actually made it!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around my waist.
"How could i miss it?! my meeting got rescheduled, but i was planning on surprising you anyway. so everything worked out in the end." i explained.
"When did you get here?" she asked, her smile never fading.
"literally 2 and a half hours ago." i laughed, my arms snaking around her neck. "im so proud of you, bil."
"Thank you, mama." she pecked my lips once more, "i love you."
"i love you more." i smiled, "youre amazing. you deserve this so much."
billie went on to win another grammy. needless to say, we celebrated a lot that night.
#fanfiction#fanfic#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish#billie eilish x you#billie eilish x y/n#fluff#grammys#what was i made for#happier than ever#when we all fall asleep where do we go#dont smile at me#hearts4golbach
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(Romantic) Tadc cast x reader who's tail wag hard when near them pls
Puppy of a person
Autism brain strikes againnnn! I wasn't sure if you wanted just the tail or not soooo. I did just tail. Can be read with other animal features though.
Caine
He initially wouldn't get it. I mean I seriously doubt he has ever seen an animal in his life. It confuses him. Every time you realize he's in the room your pupils grow and your tail starts wagging. He patted you once and it was a blur.
After enough time he brings it up with someone (hopefully not Jax. For your sake.) That's when he realizes what that means. And nothing changes.
He might intentionally fluster you now but past that nothing is different. He still has a circus to run and a very loose grasp on emotions.
But he at least knows it's a positive reaction so it brightens up his days a bit. And if he's had an extra bad day he'll do something nice for you just to see your tail turn into a blur behind you.
Gangle
She'll know what it means but outright ignore it. She's got some self worth problems and seeing your body start doing, that when she doesn't even do anything. It makes her all blush-y.
So she tries to avoid thinking about it. Now if your talking to her that's another story. She can't just act like you don't exist. And all her ignored/bottled up thoughts pop up then.
If you're able to get through a convo without her going pink, then start worrying cause that means she's had an abnormally awful day.
If anyone can cheer her up thought it's you. Honestly just you giving her some attention and affection will brighten her right up. Do watch your tail though cause if it baps it it'll probably knock her over.
Zooble
Their are two ways this could go.
1. It annoys her because of the sounds it makes or how distracting it is so she'll ask if you can stop. All you need to do to make her take it back is pull some puppy dog eyes and she'll feel bad.
2. She finds it cute and uses it to tease you a bit. Only a bit though, she still cares about you.
For this I'm going to focus on the second one cause it's cuter.
You and her would be sitting in one of your rooms doing something chill when she hears the telltale sound of you staring at her. The little whap whap whap she hears behind her.
She turns around and isn't surprised by your giant eyes staring at her. She's let out a little sigh then join you on the bed knowing she's going to be covered in fur and not let go for at least the next hour.
Kinger
Kinger would find it really cute. I doubt you're taller then him though so prepare to be at least a little condescended. He never means to. Your just too cute for your own good.
He's also never startled by you. It's hard to be when you have a constant noise maker attached to you. He out of everyone would be the one to find all your little spots.
You know when you scratch a cat at the base of it's tail and it gets incredibly overstimulated. Those. He'll find every single one.
He also keeps a lint roller on hand now cause his impenetrable fortress and his robe always need them whenever you visit.
Ragatha
She strikes me as the kind of person who will try and hold your tail still. Then the physical touch and attention makes it wag even more. And you end up with her hair messy proudly holding your tail.
She's still be gentle though, she doesn't want to mess up your fur. If she does mess it up without a doubt she'll brush it to help. She knows it wont stay brushed for long while you're with her but she's going to try.
Overall she would love it. It's a little strange sure but she's a walking talking rag doll, this place isn't exactly normal.
Every time she walks into a room, is relaxing in a room, or hanging out with you and she hears your tail beating against your legs or a wall it makes her smile giving her a little dopamine burst.
Jax
Oh poor you. Having a tail is basically just an easy target for Jax. But for this I'll chill him out a bit.
He'll never admit it but it does make him happy. He's always thinking about how you deserve someone better or how you're going to leave him.
But when he lightly yanks your tail as a joke and to get your attention. You spin around to yell at whoever it was but stop when you realize it was him.
Then he gets to watch in real time your pupils expand and your tail start. It reassures him that you love him.
He wont in public, but I unironically see him tying little bows around you tail then commenting on how pretty you look before switching back to usual.
If you pay attention you'll notice he's kind of always staring at your tail. This can be for many reasons, wanting to mess with you, thinks it's cute, thinking about what it's like to have one. Up to you to decide which it is at any given time.
Pomni
Their isn't a universe where she doesn't find it at least a little annoying. I mean their's a good chance she's face level with it and gets whapped in the face every time you're together.
Moving past that though because of her smaller height she can and will lay on it whenever she can. It's always all warm and soft, and she knows that it's connected to you. Makes her feel nice.
I can 100% see her having a rough day and breaking into your room and without a single word flopping onto your bed and either you or your tail.
I feel like she's one of those people who will half sneak up behind a cat or dog and start petting them freaking the animal out. She of course will do that with you too.
She feels a little bad when you jump but gets over it when you turn around and realize it's her. Then she gets smacked in the face by your tail again and gets annoyed. She doesn't blame you though.
(Writing this used up my burst of energy so this is it for today. Hope you enjoyed it.)
xoxo, Jester
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#caine x reader#gangle x reader#zooble x reader#kinger x reader#ragatha x reader#jax x reader#pomni x reader#noob author#not beta'd
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Betrayed and Replaced
Summary: Minho is in shock at how quickly he got replaced!
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
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“I guess this is a lesson in not trusting people, right?” Minho whined at you, looking utterly devastated as you were sitting in the middle of his parent’s living room!
“Oh don´t be so dramatic you big baby! It´s not like I killed someone!”
Rolling your eyes at his dramatic behavior, you returned your attention to the 3 fur balls who were circling you and the treats you had like sharks would an injured seal.
With Soonie curling himself up in your lap and Doongie almost yelling at you to receive the same attention as his brother, it left Dori sitting next to you and munching on the little snacks you were giving the youngest.
“You might as well kill me at this point! My children have left me for you! How could I not feel absolutely betrayed by all of you?”
In the background you could hear Minho´s mom snorting in amusement.
The boy, also having heard his mother being amused by the antics of her son, glared into the direction of where the insulting noise came from.
He wasn´t used to not having all of his kids unrivaled attention or at least not used to having to share it with another person!
Treats, Snacks and food? They´d immediately leave him for that but another person? No, that had not happened before, not even when Felix had come over that one time!
“Dong Dong-ah! Come cuddle your daddy please?” he tried to talk the talkative cat into coming over to where he stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
Doongie stopped his concert for a moment to glare at the dancer before returning his attention back to you. His little nose was tickling your bare arm as he sniffed you, only to rub his head against you.
Minho, horrified at being ignored again, huffed and put his hand on his chest, holding his wounded heart!
“Ignored, cast aside and replaced by my own girlfriend! How could you 4 brats do that to me?”
Your boyfriend received 4 very unimpressed looks by you and the cats and just as he wanted to defend himself further, he felt a hand slap in on the back of his head!
“Lee Minho! You do not call this lovely girl a brat in MY company!”
Flinching slightly at the gentle pat to his head by his mother, Minho barely held back a curse at her and you had to hold yourself back from snorting at the face he was making.
“Eomma, not you too!”
His mom shrugged and winked at you. Leaving you and her son alone in the living room.
Yes, this was definitely the mother of Lee Minho! Just as savage and just as lovable!
“Great so my girl didn´t just steal my cats heart but also my eommas! What´s next? You gonna debut with Stray Kids next comeback? Steal STAYs from me?”
Watching him lose his marbles over the situation had you in shambles. The situation was just too funny as to not laugh at Minho´s pout.
“Don´t worry yeobo, yours is the only heart I want to steal!” you smiled at him and the redness suddenly coating his neck and ears.
The boy did not expect the sudden confession and was stunned to silence. Fidgeting in his place he didn´t know where to look all of a sudden. Way to flustered to react.
You reached out to him with your hand, wanting him to take it and sit with you to cuddle the cats together.
“Please come play with us?”
One thing he always crumbled to was when you acted cute! Didn´t matter how often you did it, the dancer caved ever, single, time!
And that´s what you used to your advantage right now!
Your voice pitched just the slightest bit higher while batting your lashes at him with the softest pout you could muster and it worked like a charm.
The combination of what you were doing with his children surrounding you was, even if he played the huffy boyfriend, a heartwarming sight to him!
Your boyfriend came to sit at your side, basically taking Dori´s place who instead now was rubbing herself against her dad!
Sonnie stretched a little to also sniff at the boy while Doongie decided to continue ignoring him.
Used to his middle childs antics, Minho rolled his eyes fondly at him.
“See, they want you here with us just as much I do!” you spoke as you were bending down to pet the orange cats ears in your lap.
Fondness came over Minho as he watched to gentleness of your patting and brushing through Soonies fur.
His hand found its place under your chin, forcing your head up and making you face him.
Your eyes found his and for a moment you just looked at each other, basking in the presence of the other! Minho trailed his thumb over your lower lip ever so slightly before you leaned in to place your lips against his!
Eyes shut you just enjoyed the feeling of having him close, moving your lips against his!
Forehead leaning against yours he used his second hand he placed it on your neck, caressing the skin there with feathery light touches.
The kiss was broken by Minho pulling back just barely so his mouth stayed hovering over yours.
“I love you!” he whispered and you could feel his breath hitting your skin.
Instead of answering, you kissed him again.
The moment was broken however by Doongie attacking your foot! Having lost your attention to his dad was apparently not something the cat was happy about.
Letting out a little squeak at the claws and teeth suddenly stuck in your toes, you pulled away from your boyfriend and Minho almost howled in laughter.
“Yah, don´t laugh at my pain!” you complained.
“I- I´m sorry jagi-ya, but that was hilarious!” he beamed at you.
“You´re so mean to mee!”
Minho pulled you towards him, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead finally calming down from his glee.
You melted into the touch, reaching over to Dori and running your fingers over her head!
Raveling in the comfortable feeling for a while and enjoying the silence of the room, you couldn´t help but ask,
“So, daddy huh?”
Minho groaned exasperated.
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AITA for wanting my mother to stop making so much noise in her own house when I’m staying here?
So me (22M) and my mother (62F) have a complicated relationship. She is very very toxic and always has been - she used to induce illness in me and make my pre-existing disorders worse so that she could keep me with her when she separated from my father, she never let me leave the house because she would tell me I would be harmed or something would happen to me if I was away from her, she would control everything I did and what I ate or drank, where I went, etc. The house she and I lived in was an incredibly bad environment for me. It’s not taken care of, it’s dirty and unhygienic, I was constantly ill and having allergies set off, she would try to feed me dirt-covered food I watched her pick up off the floor, the shower didn’t work and she wouldn’t let me go elsewhere to bathe. I kept talking about moving out, especially once I got into a serious relationship with my girlfriend (26F), but it would always devolve into an argument with her telling me I wasn’t going anywhere, that my girlfriend would leave me, that she’s the only person who’ll stick by me, and so on.
All of that is basically background context to counterbalance the (fair) preconceptions of “you’re guests you’re imposing on her you can just leave” etc you’re about to have.
So I finally moved out this year and in with my girlfriend and it was wonderful. However, my mother was blowing up BOTH of our phones 24/7 telling me to come back, and it reached the point she was contacting Other people (family, our friends) to get Them to tell me to move back in with her and asking where I was at all hours of the day, who I was with and what I was doing. I was ignoring her as best I could. Then a couple of weeks ago mine and my girlfriend’s house flooded after our upstairs neighbour burst a pipe in the building and water began fountaining through all our electrical sockets and lights and pouring from the ceiling. We had nowhere else to go except to stay with my mother until the house was repaired and made safe again, especially because so many of our belongings were ruined.
So we’ve been back here since. We’re forced to sleep on the couch together in the living room because in the time I was gone she somehow let bugs infest my old room and her cat pee all over the mattress of the bed.
Now, my girlfriend and I are both very non-confrontational and I’m usually super hard to annoy, but I’m also autistic and highly sensitive to noise. And my mother is. Very noisy. She blasts the TV at full volume all day even when she leaves the room and gets angry if you turn it off even if she’s not watching it, she’s a chainsmoker who’s constantly hack-coughing, she’ll have the radio playing OVER the TV, she shouts out the windows to her neighbours, she keeps all the windows and doors open, she’ll play music at full volume without headphones on, etc. I have noise-cancelling headphones from when I still lived here but she’s often so loud it doesn’t muffle it at all.
Recently it’s reached the point where she’ll wake up during the night, say 2-4am, come through to the room we’re sleeping in where the TV is, and just turn the TV on, turn the radio on, start singing along to music, slam doors, VACUUM. For the past 2 weeks she’s been waking me and my fiancée up every single night, often several times, and we’re at the end of our rope with it.
We can’t afford a hotel and have nowhere else to go, when we try to ask her to keep it down at LEAST during the night she says she can do whatever she wants because it’s her house and says we’re being ungrateful, and when we’ve offered to try to clean up my old room so we can sleep in there she snaps at us not to touch anything of ‘hers’ and gets mad because we’re implying her house isn’t clean, that we don’t want to be near her, that we must be telling everyone her house is shitty, etc.
Yesterday I got into an argument with her because I was having an extremely bad sensory day, my girlfriend said she had a migraine, and my mother responded by turning up the TV. When she saw I was holding onto my headphones and my girlfriend was near tears, she turned it up even louder and smirked at me. The argument basically ended in her screaming at me that if she was so bad we could leave, I impulsively said okay we would, and then she got physically aggressive and barred the doorway and told us I wasn’t going anywhere because she’d make sure of it.
It’s just. Exhausting! GF and I are constantly sleep-deprived, drained, grumpy, tired, and dealing with headaches on top of the stress of trying to financially recoup from the house flood and deal with getting everything fixed, and half of me is mad at my mother for not having even basic respect for us sleeping or our issues when half the time she is not even watching the damn TV or in the same room as it, while the other half of me feels conflicted because it’s her living room and we’re sleeping in the TV room and she���s putting us up when we have nowhere else.
AITA (/are we the assholes) for wanting her to accommodate us despite being guests?
What are these acronyms?
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My dog died on Monday, while I was holding him. It took me a while to make this post cause, to be honest, I still don't know what to think. I still feel like it's not real, like he will come shaking his tail to greet me when I step into the living room in the morning. We got him when I was 9. He used to sleep on my bed with me as a puppy. He was there when I graduated high school, when I got into uni, when I dropped out of uni, when I went through a hard relationship as an adult... basically through every meaningful event of my life, good or bad. And even after moving here from Brazil, he helped making this new apartment feel like home. He helped making a whole new country feel like home just cause he was there through the process. Cause "home" always meant somewhere he was at. So if he was there, everything was alright. Everything would be alright. Now it's so hard to think that he isn't there, though. The house feels quiet. It's hard to see his empty bed, his water bowl still sitting in the corner, his black hair still staining his favorite spot on the living room rug. It's hard to hear a random noise and instinctively think it's the tipping sound of his paws walking in my direction only to turn my head and see that he isn't there, that he isn't coming. The longing to spend some more time with him, to hug him again, is just overwhelming. Different moments with him keep repeating themselves in my mind endlessly. I keep thinking of all the times I got mad at him for stealing cat food or trying to jump on the sofa with his dirty paws. I wish I had let him on the sofa more often, let him eat some more cat food. I wish I was a bit more patient. These small things feel so meaningless now. It feels impossible not to feel like I could've done more to help him in the end, that maybe things could've been different if I was faster, if I had done anything differently, even knowing that he was already old and tired and there was nothing else that could be done. I can't think of him without crying, and I can't do anything without thinking of him. But in the end, I know that being there for him and holding him in my arms as he passed was the best thing he could've asked for, even if it broke my heart. The important thing is that he wasn't alone, and the trauma of seeing him passing was worth the comfort that me being there must've given him. And even though I'm swirling in emotions and crying again while writing this, the feeling that sits with me is gratitude. Pets don't live as much as we do, and our job is to give them all the love and comfort we can while they're still with us. We can't be selfish to the point of wanting them to stay with us forever. They're not ours to keep, we're just priviledged enough to be their guardians during their short time here. And all the pain that's left when they're gone is just the small price we pay for the whole life of happiness and devotion they gave us, for all their unconditional love and loyalty. It hurts a lot rn. But I would do it all again, over and over for him. Te amo meu preto, meu lobinho, meu velho 🖤
#tw pet death#sometimes i feel a bit better#sometimes it all hits me again and it's super hard#that's also why i've been a bit quiet 🖤
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Cat Owner Hua Cheng AU
This is really long BUT HEAR ME OUT
Modern setting: Hua Cheng lives alone in an apartment and he hates life, hates his job, hates his neighbours, and literally everyone he meets. He can't get out of bed most days except to go to work and he doesn't have any friends to talk to
One day he finds this filthy cat in his room who's taking shelter from the rain. The cat has a name tag that reads: Xie Lian
Hua Cheng really wants to kick this cat out, but it's still raining so he supposes Xie Lian can stay until the rain stops. Which took longer than he anticipated, but he won't add animal cruelty to his many list of horrible actions by throwing it back in the rain
While waiting Hua Cheng might as well clean this cat up so it doesn't get mud everywhere! The cat sits still as he scrubs a concerning amount of dirt off of it. He realises that its fur is,,, really soft??? Huh.
Despite being relatively well mannered for a cat it's flighty and hides a lot, flinching and running away at any loud noises. Hua Cheng is more than happy to be left alone
The rain eventually stops. By then Xie Lian is already sleeping so Hua Cheng can't really just kick it out, right? Fine, it can stay a little longer. ONLY until it wakes up!
The cat wakes up the next day, by then Hua Cheng needs to go to work. He can handle Xie Lian AFTER work, surely. But once he got home he was too tired to do that, so the cat gets to stay another day
Three days passed. Hua Cheng can't just leave this cat to starve or eat whatever leftover is in the fridge, that's basically chipping away his own ration of food to eat! He buys cat food
A week passed. Hua Cheng came back from work stressed out of his mind. Xie Lian seems to notice this and decides to sit on his lap. He purrs. Hua Cheng doesn't know how to move him and fumbles around awkwardly in his seat before eventually petting him. Okay. Maybe this cat is a little bit cute
A week and a half in, Hua Cheng notices this cat is Insane
Xie Lian is clumsy and Hua Cheng has started to wonder wether this cat enjoys endangering his own life on purpose. He knocks over vases and then jumps down on the shards, slips on the floor when he runs around, crashes into walls, bites cables, jumps off multiple story buildings
Hua Cheng is surprised that this cat is still alive!
But... it's a change of pace, it's certainly a motivation to get out of bed every morning and make sure he hasn't accidentally killed himself. He's Surely Not worried about the cat's safety, he just gets a little fussy whenever Xie Lian almost walks into traffic, fretting over whatever poisonous thing Xie Lian decides to put into his mouth this time. But that's IT. He Does Not Care
...He bought a carpet for Xie Lian so he doesn't keep slipping when he runs around
Three weeks in Hua Cheng brings Xie Lian to the vet. Xie Lian is scared of needles and hisses at the doctor, Hua Cheng laughs at the display. That's probably the first genuine laugh he had in years
He's... leaving the house more often now to bring Xie Lian on walks and buy cat food and toys. Maybe he enjoys the many detours Xie Lian would accidentally drag him to, a change of scenery once in awhile is good for him—He needs the exercise anyway.
Hua Cheng befriends a pet shop owner. He thinks liking fish out of literally any other animal is a little weird, but He Xuan's a decent guy to talk to when he's bored
A month later Xie Lian gained weight and isn't as flighty as before, he approaches Hua Cheng more often and demands (meows at him and lightly scratches his thighs) for his attention. Maybe Hua Cheng chuckles a bit whenever he does
It also doesn't slip his attention that despite being very well mannered and polite Xie Lian does not do as he's told. Ever. He'd actually do the complete opposite of what Hua Cheng tells him to do and then look at him innocenly like he didn't know what he did wrong
Hua Cheng finds it endearing
A month and a half in. Dry cat food has been upgraded to various meats and maybe a couple of fancy cat meals, Xie Lian has his own scratch post and towers to climb on and jump safely from. Xie Lian also gets his own bed, but more often than not sleeps curled up against Hua Cheng
Two months in... Hua Cheng bought a cat backpack... he starts bringing Xie Lian to work
His coworkers adores Xie Lian. Coos at him, pets him. Hua Cheng grows slightly protective over the cat, threatens anyone who so much as touches the cat wrong. He gets snappy and quick to anger whenever someone mistreats Xie Lian, but he no longer feels absolutely unapproachable with such a cute cat by his side
Some of his coworkers... actually likes him. Hm.
Three months later Xie Lian comes over whenever Hua Cheng calls for him. Hua Cheng successfully made his apartment room cat friendly. Xie Lian no longer accidentally set his fur on fire trying to watch Hua Cheng cook
Four months in. Xia Lian accidentally licks Hua Cheng's finger while feeding. Hua Cheng realises he would die for this cat
A week after Hua Cheng finally admits that he cares about this cat and he'd watch the world burn if something happened to him this Random Man (/neg!) shows up at his door, looking for Xie Lian. How dare he not take care of this cat for months and now demanding him to be returned!
The man asked very nicely, Hua Cheng is just being dramatic
Hua Cheng is obviously defensive about this. He accuses the man with pet negligence and is very unpleasant and rude the entire conversation, dissing the man's lack of style, insulting his eyebags and dishevelled look. The man doesn't seem to mind and actually looks... resigned towards Hua Cheng's verbal assault
Until the man introduces himself as Xie Lian
"...You named your cat after yourself?" Hua Cheng was ready to poke at this man's apparent self importance and vanity
Human Xie Lian laughs awkwardly, "No, he's actually my cousin's cat but he doesn't take care of him very well. He thought it would be funny to name the cat after me."
...okay, Hua Cheng isn't suddenly going to feel bad for the man just because his cousin makes fun of him. The man still didn't take care of cat Xie Lian when it's apparent that he should step up!
"—And I really should take better care of him, but I was in a car accident and got into a coma for a few months. I just got out this week so I've been looking for him while catching up with my own work. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Xie Lian continues like he's talking about the weather, sounding... weirdly sheepish for a man who was in a life threatening situation
Oh... OH. Now Hua Cheng feels a little bad for being so unreasonable considering the man was literally dying and apologising about it
Hua Cheng sighs, opens his door wider, and says, "Let's talk about this inside."
"Of course, I'm sorry again—"
That's when human Xie Lian realises Hua Cheng's room is filled wall to wall with cat things, he has portraits of cat Xie Lian on every furniture—a lot of them. It should be concerning it this point, but human Xie Lian just chuckles, albeit awkwardly
"You seem to be attached to him..."
Then they get joint custody over this cat, they slowly fall in love, then they got together and Xie Lian moves in
Hua Cheng, with all seriousness, replies calmly, "I will kill you if you try to take him away from me."
The end!
#hualian#sort of?????#xie lian is a cat and hua cheng would die for him does that count?#Hua Cheng does NOT have romantic feelings for cat Xie Lian I feel like I have to say this orz#hua cheng#xie lian#tgcf#lasposts#thought moment
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Clark and Kon react to Autistic Reader.
[Teen Titans (2003-2011) #10]
So, you can 100% blame me staying awake at 02:40 because I can't stop cackling like a crow being waterboarded on @gatorbites-imagines and his/it's/xyrs kyrtontian's purring at a frequency that humans can't hear headcanon. I'm autistic, and I hear shit on the other side of the building, sometimes on a different floor.
Cw: Swearing, idk else, unhinged/ blunt replies ( R giving).
__Clark Kent__
Clark having his super hearing, I feeling like he hears distracting noises constantly but feels like he can't say anything about them.
So when he hears a frustrated voice say,' Can we please fix that god damn janitor's closet door on the floor under us!? It squeaks all day'.
Clark is shooketh, I don't put it past him thinking you are possibly kryptonian. Like he did with Shazam. Probably try to phish out info to see, but bad at being subtle.
'Why do you keep bringing up Superman??', 'Oh.. Well I mean, he is this City's hero'. You probably read his inquiring wrong, and believe he thinks your SuperMan.
'The reason has to why my hearing is above average, is because my autism makes me more sensitive to sounds. I promise you, I'm not Superman. I could not live comfortably with such a jarring unpredictable schedule.' , you word vomited, pitching the bridge of your nose.
'Oh.. uh I'm sorry if I made you upset', the more exhausted tone reminded him of Bruce a lot, when he bugged him too much. 'Its fine, just so many people make jokes about it. It can get old fast.'
Basically the mf would be balanced between panic and false hope of finding a relative he could keep on earth.
__Kon-el Kent__
I feel like he's got so use to no one being able to hear his purring, he doesn't care to suppress them. At times when he's to lazy to do this hair himself, he gets one of his friends to do it. Not worried.
He just enjoys the comforting feeling and begins to pur away. For the sake of it, let's say Tim was the victim of doing Kon's hair.
Tim would be the first to notice you walking around the common room, looking like you are going insane looking for something. Kon not really caring has he doesn't see it has important.
'Did you lose something?', Tim questioned, pausing shortly from combing Kon's hair. 'There is a sound and I don't know where it's coming from', you kept walking around the room listening.
Tim would try to reassure that you'll get use to the sounds of building, the more you stay. At some point, you walk over to where they were on the couch, and figured out it's coming from kon. 'The sound, it's coming from you!?'.
Kon would be so confused and Tim would be too, for different reasons. Tim doesn't hear it, Kon is not sure if you're referring to him purring or not.
'Huh?', 'You, it's coming from you. It sounds like a rumble or some shit'. Well fuck, he can't really play that off. 'You're not suppose to be able to hear it..', his tone resembling that of Oz media reading a cursed post.
'Hear what, exactly?', Tim feeling more like a third wheel in the conversation and wanting to be in loop. 'Kryptonian's have an organ that can make a sound, the best way I can describe it in human experience is a cat pur. But, we can only hear it.', Kon tries to summarize.
Tim would be the one that's extra, and suggest a DNA analysis. 'Tim I assure you, my mom used the excuse of popping me out of her, far too much for me of too be found in a capsule.', you then explained the autistic symptoms you have. Sensitivity to sounds being one of them.
This dose not stop Kon from jokingly referring to you has his sibling from now on. Which would confuse everyone that wasn't there to hear this interaction. Kon being Kon, he wouldn't explain it anyone, because he feels like that would ruin the joke.
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Ha ha ha, it's 04:30 and I get up at 05:00. This is gonna fun.. but at least my dad feeds my caffeine addiction by giving me offerings of energy drinks, in hopes to encourage my autistic brain to be okay with doing the dishes, and other medial tasks.
#Crow!Writes#conner kent#clark kent#x male reader#x gender neutral reader#this is my first attempt at bullet point fanfic style.#autistic reader
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the way things change
a/n: buying myself some more time with this piece
summary: Reader tries to enjoy their first birthday in retirement.
warnings: cursing, the basic (?) concept of time
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You rolled over and groaned with a stretch that made your whole body vibrate. The sun hissed at your back to wake up, a beam poked your eye as you flipped over. You finally opened your eyes when you felt Natasha’s fingertips feather over your stomach and up to your neck.
“Happy Birthday, love,” she pulled your face close and peppered it with kisses. You sighed comically loud and yanked her flush against you without warning. She squealed, you laughed.
“Happy Birthday to me,” you say, voice muffled against Natasha’s skin.
“So,” Natasha said in a breathy tone. She traced her fingers along your chest and the muscles in your abdomen, “what do you want to do today?”
You watched her prop herself up with a mischievous glint in your eye.
“Well,” you started to lean up towards her lips, “I can think of a few things,” you pressed your lips to hers. She grazed her nails against your scalp and you shivered. You tried to push her down onto her back but she was a lot faster and straddled your hips instead. You leaned back with the dopiest grin on your face. Natasha ground down ever so slightly and scraped her nails down your abdomen. She smiled when a pleased grunt escaped your lips. You gave her thighs a squeeze when the doorbell rang.
“What the fuck,” you flop your head back down onto the pillow with a whine when Natasha got off of you.
“I got it, big baby,” she teased before padding down to the door. You didn’t move, not even when the bed bounced from a body slamming into it.
“Happy Birthday!” Tony sang into your ear. You gave him a big shove and he fell off the bed with a yelp. Natasha giggled in the doorway and sauntered over to the bed. She sat by your feet and gave your leg a squeeze. Tony busied himself with going through your closet.
“Get up and get ready,” Tony said, he flung a pair of boxers at you.
“You’re not picking my birthday outfit,” you grumbled and got up to take over the closet with another shove to his back.
“Where are we going?”
“Breakfast, after all these years, I know better than to take you somewhere on an empty stomach,” Tony hopped onto the bed next to Natasha and she gave him a look that would have made anyone fly across the room in fear. He stayed put.
“Make sure you look decent for pictures,” Tony added with a pointed finger at your back. You scoffed over your shoulder at him.
“The whole team coming?”
“Yup.”
You hummed into the closet and finally pulled out your favorite pants and shirt. Birthdays are a big deal for you. Always have been. It was important to you that your day went off without a hitch. It was easier to be grateful for those birthdays that came around when you were in the thick of your career. You never knew if it would be your last.
“Hurry up, I’ll be downstairs. Liho!” Tony called out for your cat and made a funny noise with his lips. You chuckled and shrugged your shirt on with a shake of your head.
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Breakfast was at Tony’s house, the entire team was there to greet you when you walked out onto the patio.
“Happy Birthday, y/n,” Steve greeted you with a hug. One by one, you made your way around the table to greet everyone. You smiled when you got to Kate.
“Happy Birthday, Mrs. Romanoff,” she extended a hand for you to shake but you pulled her in for a hug instead.
“You’ve been stuck in enough tight spaces and hellish scenarios with me to call me by my first name, Kate.”
You felt her nervously nod against your shoulder, you laughed.
“A toast!” Tony raised his glass, “to me for providing this amazing view and good food for our second oldest living relic.”
“Asshole,” you hissed with a grin, Tony winked at you and Steve. Natasha laughed into your side and patted your chest to soothe you.
“Seriously, cheers to the Birthday girl, my best friend, and one of Earth’s mightiest heroes, y/n,” everyone cheered while glasses clinked. You wished for nothing more than to savor this moment that made your heart feel so full.
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Breakfast was full of conversations and stories that would make any normal person blush. You were caught up in Thor recounting one of his adventures when you saw someone in the corner of your eye take a seat.
“Happy Birthday, y/n,” you heard Fury say.
“Not very happy if you’re here on official business, Fury,” you replied. You heard him snort and watched him reach for a glass of orange juice and a croissant.
“That’s why I came after you ate, softens the blow, don’t you think?”
“Nope,” you snapped and took another bite out of your toast. Natasha rubbed your back when you threw the rest of it down onto your plate.
“As my present to you, I made sure it was something quick. You’ll be back to blow out your Birthday candles.”
“Maybe I’ll wish for a real retirement,” you grumbled, Natasha pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek as you stood. Your eyes softened when they landed on her.
“Do I get to pick my partners?”
“Just two,” Fury held up two fingers.
“Perfect. Tash, Tony, let’s roll.”
“Pepper said I can’t go, dishes,” Tony gestured to the whole table and stuffed his face with a muffin.
“Do you even know how to wash dishes, Tony?” Pepper said much to Tony’s dismay. He gave you a sheepish look when he saw you do your infamous head tilt, brows fully furrowed.
“Alright, I’m going,” his movements were slow like he was stuck in a cage with a starved lion, “I just have to take a whiz.”
“Me too, I’ll come with,” you followed after him, ignoring his annoyed groans.
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“Tony, you got eyes on the target?” you said into your comms.
“Not yet, he should be here any minute now,” Tony replied.
Your eyes scanned the lobby. You saw Natasha leaning against a pillar dressed in a little black dress by the piano.
“Happy birthday to me, indeed,” you smiled when you saw Natasha roll her eyes across the room.
“Easy there, cowboy, you’ll blow our cover if you start howling,” she chided.
“Don’t tempt me, I should be on a boat bloated from good food and cheap beer, not some stuffy hotel in Chicago,” you huffed, Natasha shot you a look and you gave an unapologetic shrug.
“He’s here, you’re on, Romanoff,” Tony said, your attention turned back to a small group of men that entered the lobby. They were headed towards the bar and after a few beats, Natasha followed. Tony walked over to the front desk and you watched him work his magic on the bellhop.
“Got the key, penthouse.”
“Of course,” you drawled. You tapped your fingers against the cool leather of your armchair, waiting was the worst part.
“I’m gonna go take a peek-” you got up from your chair with a grunt. You ignored Tony’s huffing and made your way to the bar. You could see Natasha already working at the target. His chest is puffed out, arms swung wide at his sides when he walked. His voice was a little too boisterous and he sure as hell liked to touch.
“Is that your type?” Natasha cocked an eyebrow while she kept the target talking. You smirked before you ducked back out into the lobby.
“I could totally bench press him into next year,” you sighed and eased back into the chair.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the loud crackling and creaking coming from those rusty elbows of yours.”
“Bite me, Stark,” you caught Natasha walking out with the target. They made their way up the stairs, his hand just above her ass.
“He knows you’re my present to unwrap, right?” you laughed when Natasha managed to give you the finger behind his back.
You settled back into the chair, “okay, we’re on in five.”
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The mission was in fact, a quick one. You barely broke a sweat by the time the three of you were able to get what you came for.
Easy missions like that proved to be dangerous. You had a lot of time to reminisce and reflect on your time as an Avenger while you waited for the action.
When you finally made your way up to the penthouse to make the extraction, your chest panged with nostalgia and a feeling of loss. You missed this. You never wanted to stop doing what you did best.
It only took a little more convincing to get the target to relent quickly as a birthday present. You dangled him over the balcony and it took all of 2 minutes for him to give everything up.
“It’s a classic tactic,” you leaned back in your seat. Tony snorted from the cockpit while Natasha shook her head. You liked to be aggressive from the jump, it saved you a lot of meaningless talk and games that your targets liked to play. Natasha was a lot more patient, she waited until the right moment to strike. Together, your chemistry was unmatched, good luck to anyone who tried to replicate it.
Tony was like you, always barged in with guns blazing. The first mission you went on with him ended with you both fist bumping from your beds in the medical wing. Natasha hated letting you go on missions with just him. He matched your chaotic energy while she balanced you out. You honestly could have picked anybody on the team to come along for this mission. You meshed so well with everyone.
It just wouldn’t feel the way it does now as you watched Natasha and Tony argue about where to take you for your birthday dinner.
“I’ll get a head count and call for a table,” Natasha said as she stepped off the jet. Tony followed behind her. You took your time getting out and heaved a sigh when you finally stepped off the quinjet.
You dragged yourself up to the compound and through the doors. You hadn’t been there for a while. You lived in a home with Natasha over an hour away from here. You don’t share walls or common spaces with more than one person at a time anymore. You don’t have training sessions just a few floors below you every morning. You don’t have team outings or movie nights anymore. You don’t live amongst your friends anymore.
Things have changed, you wished so badly they hadn't.
“Natasha?” you called out, no answer. You walked through the hall and looked for your wife.
“Natasha?” you called out again, standing outside a briefing room.
“One sec,” she finally replied somewhere amongst the doors and halls, “I’m still on the phone.”
“Agent Romanoff,” Fury interrupted.
“What now?” you threw your head back with a groan.
“I need another favor from you,” Fury turned to head down another hall, looking back to make sure you were following.
“You’re joking.”
“No,” he turned away and kept walking.
“Fine,” you muttered.
You followed him down a few halls, he turned into the common room, it was dark. Even the shades were pulled.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be brief,” he flicked on the lights and the entire team stood just beyond the door.
“Surprise!” They cheered. You jumped a little but recovered quickly with a wide, warm smile. Fury clapped a hand over your shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.
“Happy Birthday, y/n,” he slipped into line with the rest of your friends while Tony brought out a cake that was decorated with little action figures of you and your team.
The entire room began to sing to you. You felt tears prick at your eyes. Natasha leaned into your side and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You were overwhelmed with a warmth that you only knew during your time as an Avenger.
The cake was being cut and you excused yourself with two plates in your hand. Fury was leaning against the balcony when you found him. You handed him a slice.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You couldn’t have sent me on a golf trip instead? You had to pull me in for a real mission?”
“I figured you wouldn’t be opposed to reliving your glory days once last time,” he said with a mouthful of cake.
“Natasha said something to you, didn’t she?”
“She mentioned you were having trouble enjoying retirement,” Fury shoves another forkful in his mouth. You frowned. It was Natasha’s idea to retire together. Your plan was to always be an Avenger until you were dragged off kicking and screaming. You went quietly, at first.
She would find you flitting about the compound like a ghost with unfinished business. You spent a lot of time in the training room. You trained with Kate, Sam, Steve, anyone who would give you an excuse to stick around.
One night Natasha found you sleeping in your old room. You were curled up with the photo album full of photos from your career, beginning to end.
Letting go of your time as an Avenger was the hardest thing you have yet to do.
You snorted and took a drink from your glass, “I wanted to keep doing this until I just couldn’t anymore.”
Fury barked out a laugh you didn’t know could come from a man like him, ‘I know, you’ve been stubborn from the start.”
“Can’t say no to her, though,” you glanced into the kitchen. Natasha stood next to Tony who picked at the slice of cake in her hands. She caught your eye and winked at you in a way that still made your cheeks burn a brilliant shade of pink.
“I’d do anything she asked of me.”
“Except retire?”
You don't respond, just clenching your jaw. You looked away from Natasha and out into the garden below.
“I’m trying,” you confess, your gaze fixed on a bed of daffodils hidden behind an alley of shrubs. You shook your head and turned to Fury. He never pitied you before, and he wasn’t about to start now.
“The world is always going to need heroes,” he reached out to squeeze your shoulder, “you won’t be the last, but you will be one to remember.”
You felt your body tense for a breath when Fury pulls you in for a hug. You hugged him back, what an interesting birthday it has been.
“You can rest easy knowing the next generation of heroes have such a fine example to follow.”
“I’m retiring, not dying, Nick.”
You pull back to see the same unamused face he’s given you for so many years.
Fury left you on the patio with a sigh. You poked around the cake still on your plate and didn’t notice Natasha approach you.
“You okay, love?” She cupped your face and watched your pupils explode with the same vigor and love reserved for her since day one.
“I’m good, honest,” you tried to lie to yourself. Your hands covered hers so you could press gentle kisses to her palms. She laughed, it made your body tingly and warm.
“Come on, your loyal subjects are waiting for you,” Natasha pulled you inside, your brooding would have to wait a little longer. It is your birthday, after all.
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“You bought me a yacht!” you stared incredulously at the tablet in your hands.
“Correction, I bought you and Natasha a yacht,” Tony said with a smug grin. The room groaned.
“Great, that makes us feel better about our presents,” Steve complained.
“Think of it as a birthday-slash-true retirement present,” Tony ignored Steve, “we should take it for a spin this weekend!”
You opened your mouth to solidify plans but Pepper pulled Tony away to have a talk about his spending habits. You watched him go with a laugh.
The sun had set and some teammates began to disperse. You felt a twinge of sadness settle in your gut when you realized they weren’t just going to their rooms at the compound. This place wasn’t their home anymore, it wasn’t yours either.
You sat around the fire pit with the few remaining guests. Kate was recounting her latest mission. You recognized the twinkle in her eye as the same one you once had.
“Sounds like you’re getting on just fine as the newest Avenger,” Steve remarked.
“I learned from the best,” Kate smiled and raised her beer bottle in your direction. You flashed her a smile.
“Y/n’s a grump but she’s the best grump!” Tony slurred and threw an arm around your neck.
“Y’all remembered the one time she rode that big ugly alien thing like a mechanical bull?” Tony ruffled your hair.
“She made it look too easy,” Steve added.
“You know you had no business diving headfirst into the most batshit situations, right?” Sam poked a finger in your direction, your smug grin said everything.
“Can’t beat that rush, felt good to tell death to suck it all those times,” you mumbled into your glass.
“Now you got a new hip and enough aches and pains to last several lifetimes,” Tony joked, you shot him a look that made him cower behind Pepper in jest.
“Tough talk for someone who needs a second pair of new knees,” you countered.
“Touche,” he threw his hands up in defeat and you both shared a laugh.
“Well, it’s way past my bedtime,” Steve grunted. He walked over to give you a hug before he left. Time ticked on and your teammates continued to dwindle down until it was just a few of you.
“I’ll be right back,” you excused yourself and lumbered over to the bathroom. You stood in front of the mirror for a few beats, you’re a little buzzed. It got harder to keep your thoughts at bay.
Your brain was holding you hostage, you couldn’t go back to the fire pit in your state. You felt your legs move at an undead-pace towards the training room. Your hands were wrapped and ready shortly after.
You started in on the heavy bag. Punch after punch, shot after shot.
You couldn’t accept that this is all over.
You couldn’t accept no longer being an Avenger.
You couldn’t think about a future beyond living in the compound, riding on the quinjet to missions, running away from exploding buildings and going toe-to-toe with monsters and gods alike.
It terrified you.
“Hey, sailor,” you turned around. Your wife leaned against the doorway. She listened to the sound of your breath trying to catch. She watched the way your chest heaved. You looked like a kid trying to cram herself into her old, favorite clothes. She should have told you a long time ago that you’ve outgrown this room.
“Why don’t you give that bag some reprieve?” She sauntered over to you. You met her halfway. She pulled out a towel to wipe your forehead first. Then her hands glided down to pick up yours. They were bruised and bloody, you never noticed until now.
“Idiot,” she scolded and pulled you towards the first aid room. You stayed silent while she floated around the room to gather things and patched you up. She finished dressing your wounds with a kiss on your knuckles that made you shiver.
“M’sorry,” you said lowly.
“It’s okay, you’re grieving,” she stood up to cup your face. You leaned into her touch while she raked her nails through your hair. You don’t feel the throbbing in your chest for now.
“Grieving?” you sounded less than amused.
"Yes, baby, grieving,” Natasha's fingers continued to play in your hair, “we grieve for everything that we lose, not just people.”
You hummed against her chest and let the silence wash over you both for a moment or two.
“I hate retirement.”
“I know, baby.”
You breathed her in while you wiped your face against her shirt. You didn’t want her to catch the tears that escaped your eyes. She pretended not to notice.
“This day came a lot sooner than I thought it would,” you finally admitted.
“Time works like that sometimes, dove.”
“Time is a little bitch,” you grumbled against her cleavage. You could feel the rumble of her laughter.
“It’s not all bad, you know,” Natasha peeled you off her chest. She pulled you over to the showers and wordlessly motioned for you to strip.
“I think you’re just saying that,” you said as you rinsed the sweat from your eyes.
“Time is inevitable,” she started, “but that doesn’t have to always be a bad thing.”
“Maybe you’re right,” you said under your breath, you didn’t want to leave your pity party just yet.
“Of course I’m right,” she sang and handed you a towel when you stepped out.
“This chapter of your life has to close at some point,” Natasha took another towel and dried your hair off.
“I know,” you confessed so quietly but the realization shook your bones with a fervor you weren’t familiar with. Natasha stopped her movements and lifted your chin with a finger.
“I know you’re scared,” she kissed your nose, then your lips.
“You’ve led an extraordinary life, it doesn’t stop here.”
You took a shuddered breath in and heaved it out against her neck. She held you for a minute, stroking your hair.
“You’re not doing this alone, we’re right here with you.” She soothed.
“Thank you,” you sniffled, “I love you.”
The sight of you when Natasha pulled back to look at you just broke her heart. You looked exhausted. Your shoulders drooped in defeat. There wasn’t any more fight left in you, for once.
“I love you too,” she smiled. “Come on, let’s get you back upstairs,” She said, and with a gentle pull on your arm, you followed her and didn’t look back.
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff#natasha x reader#retired!reader#works#this isn't in the same universe fyi#I wrote this a while ago (on my birthday smh)#also past tense is not my forte wtf
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GONE GIRL RP PROMPT.
from the film.
when i think of my wife, i always think of her head.
the primal questions of a marriage: what are you thinking? how are you feeling?
what have we done to each other?
pour me a bourbon, would you?
what's up, jitters?
it's a bad day.
i'm so crazy, stupid happy!
whose beer am i drinking?
what's your type?
i prefer men who are funny, not 'funny'.
that's code for 'i hate strong women'.
what type are you?
so tell me. who are you?
you know i have to kiss you now.
i would be a fool to let you walk through a sugar storm unkissed.
go home, fuck her brains out, then smack her with your penis: some wood for you, bitch!
you are way too into that cat.
we understand there are concerns about your wife/husband/partner?
i'm not someone who hits the panic button but — it's weird, right?
you mind if we look around?
it's our anniversary.
i remember these books.
now you can say you came. and in 10 minutes, we'll leave.
perfect. time for a quick tour of all my failings.
i love your parents, but they can be assholes.
people want to hear from you.
i thought that'd be embarrassing.
i love having strangers pick at my scabs.
i am here in a strictly journalistic capacity.
you challenge me.
and — fun fact for our readers — you have a world class vagina.
my colleagues inform me that as yet, you are not married. isn't it time we fixed that?
he's just playing with his phone. playing, like... tetris.
if this girl doesn't show up... this could get out of hand.
let's stay on our toes.
given the scene in the house and given our spike in violent crime of late, we're going to take this very, very seriously.
sorry. i felt like i was in a law and order episode for a second. bum-BUM.
is she kinda... standoffish?... ivy league?
i have zero reception.
sir, don't take that tone with me.
stupid, dumb bitch.
he's always been a misogynist asshole.
everyone told us — and told us, and told us — marriage is hard work.
abandon all hope, ye who enter.
technically, we're supposed to fuck at the next stop.
we've never fucked in a bookstore.
i dragged you into the ladies' room on our second date.
books, sex, bourbon. life is good.
sometimes i want to punch us in the face, we're so cute.
i don't need a lawyer.
everyone knows "complicated" is code for bitch.
just because i don't love her, doesn't mean i don't care about her. i'm really scared.
you want to look like you've been up all night.
that's a weird thing to say.
when you're upset, you bottle it up. you can seem... angry... like —
great. i'll try to balance on the exact edge of your emotional razor.
i knew you shouldn't have moved back here.
we care about her. we love her, and we want her back.
we filed a restraining order.
it'll help us track her movements before she disappeared - where she went, who she might've seen...
maybe i'll teach you a thing or two.
i think i've done a pretty good job.
let's swear we will never be like them.
we have each other — everything else is background noise.
this is where you say 'everything else is background noise'.
i come by once a week, make sure the place hasn't burnt down.
picture me: i'm a girl who is very bad. i need to be punished, and by punished, i mean had.
open the door, and look alive.
want to test your marriage for weak spots? add one recession. subtract two jobs.
i felt like i needed to shoot something.
right, i forgot. you can give your parents $879,000 without asking me, but god forbid i buy legend of zelda without your permission.
that's the basic tenet of a prenup, right?
why are you throwing that in my face again?
i don't know how to not have a job.
now, i'm beholden to you.
suddenly, i knew everything was about to get worse.
oh look, he's being a good guy so we can all see him be a good guy.
you really don't like him.
you have to keep up your strength.
i'm asking you nicely - please delete that photo.
you can't share that with anyone.
it looked like you were having fun.
this place literally smells like faeces.
i'm going to go benadryl myself to sleep.
i feel like i could disappear.
i've been so worried about you.
you gotta pick up when i call you — where the hell have you been?!
can you at least say you love me?
i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now.
you told me i needed to have my own life.
i need you. now. touch me.
did you leave a pair of red panties in my office? lacy?
i'll have to check my red-panty inventory.
you told me you were going to get a divorce.
never say that out loud again.
i don't want to fight. i just want to be with you.
he uses me for sex when he wants. otherwise, i don't exist.
last night, i went from desperate to pathetic.
do our code: no bullshit.
a child is not a hobby.
we could have had this fight four hours ago.
you're really going to walk out now?! you're such a coward!
someone should burn this place.
you fucking asshole. you liar. you fucking lied to my fucking face.
you've been lying to me for over a year.
god, it's so fucking small. you're a liar and a cheat.
i thought writers hated cliches.
wah, boohoo, i got laid off. guess i'll fuck a 20-year-old.
i can't figure out what the fuck they mean.
are they supertwat's?
we're dealing with a 20-year-old who isn't sure where she leaves her undies.
free spirit is code for stupid.
just because the guy isn't weeping, doesn't mean he's not hurting.
the hallmark of a sociopath is lack of empathy.
are you trying to tell me that this photo is remotely in the realm of acceptable behaviour?
a picture is worth a thousand words. ever heard that phrase?
i'm so sick of being picked apart by women.
for valentine's day, i thought i'd buy a gun.
i'm being paranoid. crazy. i'd just sleep better with a gun.
if someone were staging a crime scene, why mop up blood?
a pool of blood and no body suggests homicide.
why have you kept this stuff? it's like a little box of hate.
you know how hard it is to make a murder case without a body? it's incredibly difficult. so i want one last thing... i want a body.
sometimes, the way he looks at me? this man of mine may kill me.
i'm so much happier now that i'm dead.
he took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money.
he took and took from me until i no longer existed. that's murder. let the punishment fit the crime.
to fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.
america loves pregnant women. as if it's so hard to spread your legs.
you know what is hard? faking a pregnancy.
you need to bleed. you need to clean.
men always use 'cool girl' as the defining compliment, don't they?
go ahead! cum on me! i don't mind, i'm cool girl.
i waited years for the pendulum to swing the other way — for men to read jane austen and make out while we leer.
i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it's tempting to be the girl every guy wants.
for him, i was willing to try.
i wax-stripped my pussy raw and blew him regularly.
i forged the man of my dreams.
he actually expected me to love him unconditionally.
he doesn't get to fucking win.
grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences.
fucking crazy bitch.
she's framing me for her murder.
you are married to a psychopath.
your problem is just beginning.
does missouri have the death penalty?
as long as you don't own a python and blast death metal at 4am, we're gonna be best friends.
that's the most disgusting thing i've ever heard.
are you laughing me out of your building?
this is why i have a $100,000 retainer — because i win unwinnable cases.
so far, this is a he-said-she-said.
i haven't had a date in almost a decade because if a girl googles me? bye-bye.
if i could make up a girl, this would be the fucking girl.
she framed you with the ties you wouldn't wear.
can you imagine being almost 30 years old and never having had anything go wrong for you?
i'm serious. i will not say a word against that girl.
i can't imagine what she's got in store for you.
that's life, baby.
the whole thing just feels... easy. like finding an envelope marked CLUE.
ever heard that phrase - the simplest answer is often correct?
whatever the hell they found, we have to assume it's very bad.
he's nice because he wants to fuck you.
i'm not sad. i'm angry.
i was going to kill myself. can you believe that?
why should i die? i'm not the asshole.
it's a ticking time bomb. you gotta throw yourself on it.
a guy admitting he's a giant asshole? people love that stuff.
looks like you've done a good job.
where's the money, sweetheart?
you've hiding. i don't know why, and i don't care.
i don't think you've ever really been hit.
next place, be more careful, okay? lot of people out there worse than us.
every time you look smug or annoyed or tense, i'm going to hit you with a jellybean.
why are you so good to me?
why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you?
oh my god. you little slut.
she's the girl with the giant cum-on-me tits.
come. you're staring at ghosts.
seriously, i can't believe how fucking good you were.
you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted.
you'll be very safe. i won't let you get away again.
you scared me. don't do that. i need to feel safe.
you were never under my thumb.
you are the best person i have ever known.
they disliked me, they liked me, they hated me, and now they love me.
whenever you said something stupid, i thought 'maybe he's just stupid'. i was wrong.
none of this is mine - none of this was put here by me.
i need some time to think.
that's the last thing you need.
i'm not going to force myself on you.
i just want you to be you again.
my defence is the truth.
want to play a little true or false?
you thought quinoa was a fish?
you fucking bitch.
it's an insane story.
don't blame yourself.
you must've bled quite a bit there.
how'd she get the box cutter if she was always tied up?
stop pretending.
i just said what you wanted to hear.
that's how well you know me! you know me in your marrow.
take off your clothes.
you're a murderer.
i'm a fighter. i fought my way back to you.
you begged for me to save your life. and i obliged.
the media will destroy you.
give it the night. sleep on it.
was there ever a baby?
if two people love each other and can't make it work, that's the real tragedy.
kiss my cheek. now.
you can't live in the same house as that spider.
mess with it, they'll come looking for blood.
we had the national spotlight on us, and we stained the rug.
i swear to god, you two are the most fucked-up people i've ever known. and i specialise in fucked up.
i'm the definition of 'at risk'.
remember: don't turn your back.
i'd never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that's fair, right?
tell the truth and shame the devil.
fuck it. let everyone take sides.
i love tests.
we are toxic. we complete each other in the sickest possible way.
you think you could ever be with a nice, normal woman?
i complete you. i'm the only one who can.
stay with me and i will make you happy. you know i can. i've killed for you.
you're breaking my heart.
what have we done to each other? what will we do?
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What's set as your phone's lockscreen?
Cheese or chocolate?
Do you have any nicknames?
Last song you listened to?
Have you ever written fanfiction?
Are you on discord?
Do you have any piercings?
What do you think says the most about a person?
If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?
Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?
Headphones or earbuds?
What's the last thing you said out loud?
What's a weird fact that you know?
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Favorite place to nap?
Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?
Describe yourself in three words.
Jeans or sweatpants?
What's your go-to Starbucks order?
A color you can't stand?
What's your most prized possession?
Coffee or tea?
Favorite extinct animal?
How long have you been on tumblr?
Desert island item?
Describe your aesthetic.
What's your dream job?
Relationship status?
Describe your favorite outfit.
Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?
What color is your hair?
Do you talk to yourself?
Do you wear makeup?
Best compliment you ever received?
@ your favorite blog.
ohhh anon ngl this was super fun to answer, thanks for sending it to me 💜
I have a light pink basic wallpaper, nothing fancy
Chocolate, always
My friends and siblings call me Ama, amara or mara, i’m also called aisha, which is my middle name💗
Teacher’s pet bc i’m trying to get into the mood when writing professor Eris pt 3💀🤤
Yess, this is the blog I write fanfics on!!
Nope!!
I have my nips pierced, I have three piercings in each ear and a nose stud. Bro when I tell you I almost passed tf out?? I hate needles but like i love to look cunty🤷🏽♀️
I honestly don’t know, maybe my kindness? I’m empathetic and very emotional. The thought of making someone sad or making them feel bad makes me feel physically ill.
An oreo, basic but delicious
Cat person for sureeee, i think dogs are cute but i prefer kitties
Headphones for sure, I never leave my house without them. I really recommend them too, they’re called skullcandy hesh evo and have amazing noise cancellation
I said fuck out loud
Did you know that goats have accents? Yeah, a goat from europe won’t understand a goat from asia. My grandmother owns goats and she let me know. At first I thought she was fucking with me but it’s true.
A night owl through and through, I sleep during the days and im awake during the nights
My bed for sure, it’s so comfortable bc i have the softest blankets and a massive comforter. My mattress is super plushy and it feels like sleeping on a cloud.
I think i’m bi with a preference for women
funny as fuck, introverted, anxious
Sweatpants at home, jeans outside
I don’t drink starbucks
obnoxiously bright and strong colors
Neither, I like super sweet drinks, but gun to my head the probs coffee.
Dinosaurs, love those lil fuckers
I’ve had this blog for almost 3 months but I had my old account for about 1 year.
If i could bring one item to a deserted island, i’d bring a sharp knife.
I think hyperfeminine and dark academia. My room is super cute in my opinion and it’s a mix between pink and dark colors. My outfit inspos are rachel green, monica geller and jasmine tookes.
My dream job is being a housewife and i’m so serious. I’m not made to sit in an office or work long hours. I just wanna stay at home, bake, look cute, make a house into a home and just exist. Is it really that hard 😩
I’m happily married to my hot wife @rowaelinsdaughter i love her SO MUCH🫶🏽
My fav outfit that I repeat is this one huge white sweater paired with my black pants, I pair it with black boots and a black long coat with a scarf from acne studios
anything chase atlantic, the nbhd, ldr, melanie martinez, burna boy ik the lyrics to hella songs but by fav is probably show me how by men i trust or art deco by ldr
My hair is black, jet black
yes, I talk to myself all the time…
Yes, I wear make up all the time I love it!!
That I have a nice vibe and energy. And I was once told by my sister that i’m the one she calls first for everything bc i’m the one she wants hearing good news first. She said she trusts me the most and i nearly cried😭😭😭
Here are my fav blogs -> !!!!
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'Bama x Geo x 'Sippi headcanons + incorrect quotes
HEADCANONS (seperate as well):
They all love to cuddle
Instead of putting their names together to make a ship name (because it is impossible) I declare this ship to be called the Dirty South Trio
'Bama spoils both of his boyfriends
Georgia and Alabama are the same height, Mississippi is shorter than both of them
They all love animals, especially Geo. He will willingly pick up a cat off the side of the road, not caring that it will scratch or fight him.
'Bama stay flirtin
Geo has a dadbod but of course includes his GA peach if u know what I mean 😏
Georgia is a film nerd and always choose the best movies for them to watch
Geo and Sippi callin Bama, Al, just to tease him lol
What if I told ya'll Geo got dat dawg in him. Like I imagine only in rare times he will dress like he is in ATL. Bro prob got a whole rap, hip-hop, and RnB album
Sippi is autistic
Geo is autistic and narcoleptic
Bama has DID (Basically Auburn will pop up during college football season)
Speaking of college football season, they fr just be gloating a stuff like that. Last year, Alabama was pissed off lol.
Geo is a squishy boi
I imagine Sippi is squishy but not as squishy as Geo
Sippi will get overwhelmed by loud noises, bright lights and sometimes crowded spaces or too many people, so when they go to a big city he will get overstimulated
Geo is used to big cities cuz of ATL, so he doesn't get overstimulated from stuff like that as much but sometimes he will. He is mostly overstimulated with texture, strong smells, crowded spaces, also when too many things is going on at once
Their dates include: any southern ahh places ya'll can think off
Georgia will mumble/babble in his sleep, sometimes you can even hear him saying stuff like, "Go Braves," or "Go Dawgs"
Alabama snores, and he is L O U D
Sippi has to kick Alabama in his sleep so he can stop snoring, he is always woke up by Alabama's snoring
Georgia is a deep sleeper
Alabama is heavy sleeper
Mississippi is like a medium sleeper? He will sleep pretty well but then certain noises (Like 'Bama snoring) will wake him up
(NFSW)
Bama is top
Geo and Sippi r bottoms
Bama and Sippi don't moan, Bama just grunts and groans, Sippi just makes small noises
Geo moans but they are pretty soft
They mostly do sleepy sex since someone * C O U G H * is always sleepy
They would keep their socks on
INCORRECT QUOTES:
Mississippi: So, what is Alabama to ya?
Georgia: The reason I wake up every mornin'.
Mississippi: ...That’s adorable.
Alabama earlier that morning, barging into Georgia′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!
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Alabama, at Georgia: Would you like to stay for dinner?
Mississippi, from the kitchen: Would you like to stay forever!?!
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Alabama: So are you gonna explain how the hell you crashed my car?
Mississippi: Well we were drivin' and there was a deer in the road, so I said "Georgia, deer!"
Alabama: ...And what did Georgia do?
Mississippi: ...He said "Yes, Honey?"
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Mississippi: sapnu puaS.
Georgia: What??
Alabama: What language is that.
Mississippi: Turn your phone 180 degrees.
*Mississippi was removed from the groupchat*
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Mississippi: How do you know how to kiss? Like who teaches you?
Georgia: Well it’s actually a class, but it’s full right now.
Georgia: Would you like me to tutor ya?
Alabama: That was smooth.
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Mississippi: Well, remember when Alabama made a romantic dinner for us?
Georgia: Mississippi, he microwaved us a pizza.
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Mississippi: Hi.
Georgia: Hey, did you do what I said? Did you tell 'em?
Mississippi: I did.
Georgia: And what did he say?
Mississippi: “Thank ya.”
Georgia: You’re welcome. What’d he say?
Mississippi: He said, “Thank ya.” I said “I love you” and Alabama said, “Thank ya.”
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Mississippi, bursting into the room: We are havin' sex!
Georgia, not looking up from his book: Really? Alabama, why didn’t ya tell me? I would have put my book down. Alabama: R-Roll Tide?
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Alabama: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Mississippi, blushing: Okay.
Georgia: It's fuckin' summer.
#wttt#wttsh#welcome to the table#welcome to the statehouse#wttt georgia#wttt mississippi#wttt alabama#wttt Dirty South Trio#wttt headcanons#wttt incorrect quotes
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Since everyone is sending you stuff tonight I might as well vent a little, and maybe ask for advice. I have a cat and live with a roommate who also has a cat. My cat is sweet but uper skittish and basically hides 20 hours of the day, and only comes out for food or water or (rarely) cuddles with me. My roommate's cat has single kitten syndrome and is a nightmare. She poops and pees on the floor, scratches up all the furniture, turns the food and water bowls over 10+ times a day, and plays roughly. Like really, REALLY roughly. Draws blood, leaves puncture wounds roughly. And sees any attempt to shoo her away or run away from her as you playing back. Pulling away doesn't help. Making loud noises don't help. Pushing her or bopping her doesn't help. Spraying water doesn't help. Distracting her with toys doesn't help. If she wants to attack you she will. Not. Stop.
And still, all this I could tolerate if it were just me. But she attacks my cat too. And my poor sweet boy who's afraid of his own shadow now won't even come out to eat or drink or use the litter box. He's hiding in a corner, in his own filth, because she'll sit and watch him for hours on end and attack him if he comes out from under my dresser. And last time I managed to coax him out I noticed he's lost a lot of weight, AND he's got cauliflower ear really badly.
I tried talking to my roommate and asked her if we can't rehome the cat could she at least keep her in her room? So she stops attacking me and my cat? And she said that's not fair, because her cat was here first and it would be cruel to not let her roam every room in her home. I don't have anywhere else to go right now, and I can't afford to move out, and my local vet said it would be a $600 surgery to treat my boy's ear, which I also can't afford. They said it would get better on it's own eventually, but that was almost 2 weeks ago and it's only getting worse. I really, really don't know what to do :(
I’m not qualified to give you an answer on this sadly as I am not a cat behavioralist.
I would see if your roommate wouldn’t mind at least letting your cat stay closed inside your room in the meantime at least, and keep food and water around the house as opposed to just one location. Same with litter boxes and you should have at least three. It seems like a territorial dispute from what you’re describing but again I can’t really analyze through tumblr.
If your roommate refuses to rehome the problem cat however and you can’t move out any time soon, my best long term advice is unfortunately to seek out a new home for your cat. It isn’t ideal, but if the situation doesn’t improve it isn’t fair to make him stay there.
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It all kicks off, pretty much, on a random Thursday afternoon. It’s quiet down in the New Inn, a slow night, and Hob’s staff have basically forced him out, with the instructions to,
“Enjoy some time with your girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whoever it is you’re dating at the moment.”
Dream is in the kitchen with him, tucked into his side, hindering Hob’s attempt to make tea and warm pastries, but there isn’t anywhere else Hob would have him. He’s like a cat, like this, butting his head into whichever part of Hob is closest in order to force affection and Hob loves him, so much. There are mumbles of conversation coming from the next room over, a calming noise in his normally silent flat.
Neither of them hears the inciting comment, but they do hear Delirium’s screamed response.
“It’s Delirium! Not Delight! It’s Delirium, it’s Delirium and you know it!”
“Oops,” Desire says, a catty tone to their voice, “must have forgotten, slip of the tongue.”
Delirium shrieks in response to this, a high, angry noise that hurts Hob’s eardrums.
Dream doesn’t move, he instead tenses up as if he wants to keep both of them there, but Hob does almost immediately, like he’s working on instinct, finding himself in the doorway between the kitchen and living room before he can think about it. Delirium has her hands tangled up in her hair, which is even more wild than usual and can’t seem to pick one colour to settle on.
“We know,” Death says soothingly, moving carefully towards her younger sister, “we know, Del—”
Delirium lets out another high-pitched shriek in response, her hair flaring out around her head, red, orange, green, red… “It’s not Del! It’s Delirium and it’s always gonna be Delirium. I don’t want to be Del.”
Death stops moving but holds her hands out, reaching towards her sister placatingly and her body lists slightly in Delirium’s direction, like she’s just holding herself back from running to her. “Ok, ok, that’s fine.”
“You only call me that because you can pretend.” There are tears in her eyes that are escaping up her face and going to join the ends of her hair in defying the laws of gravity. “You can pretend that I’m still her because you still want her back.”
The rest of the room is slowly losing its grip on reality; for a split second the walls are covered in carpet and the floor is carpeted in wallpaper, and then the sofa is on the ceiling and the lights are coming out of the floor. Dream grasps Hob’s hand and squeezes, grounding him in the moment, and Hob loves Delirium, he loves all of them, but in that moment, he’s scared.
“Del…” Death whispers, and then catches herself, “Delirium. That’s not—”
“It is true!” Her form flickers into something indescribable.
There are some benefits to being able to perceive the Endless as they actually are, but there is also a limit. Whatever she is right now, all Hob can see is a series of revolving triangles. It hurts his head.
Death looks helplessly at everyone else in the room, Destiny remains impassive, Desire is staring down at the floor, Dream has tucked himself back into Hob’s side and Hob can feel his eyelashes tickling the skin of his neck. Hob himself isn’t much use, this is undoubtedly something they need to sort out as a family and he never knew her before, he doesn’t know the girl they’re mourning.
“Delirium,” Death repeats, almost desperately,
“I’m going home.” Delirium replies, and she vanishes almost immediately in a pop of colour so bright it hurts Hob’s eyes and with the loud sound of air hurriedly filling the space she had been inhabiting.
There’s a long silence and then Death turns on Desire, furious. “Why would you set her off like that?”
Desire scowls back, so far from the usual devil-may-care attitude Hob is used to seeing on them. “I slipped up. She’d have been fine if you hadn’t interfered.”
Dream curls further into Hob, as if he can climb inside Hob’s chest and stay there until everyone has stopped arguing.
No one says anything for another long moment. Hob resists the urge to move to the centre of the room, to take over and make them talk it out. Death gives him a shaky smile, as if she knows what he’s thinking.
“You’re not our therapist, Hob,” she had said to him, once, “and I know you love us, I know you hate seeing us fight but there are somethings we just need to work out alone.”
“Why?” Dream says, eventually, his voice muffled by the fact that his face is till buried in Hob’s neck, but it’s also the only noise in the room, save Hob’s very human breaths.
The rest of them look round at each other.
“Why what?” Death asks him.
“Desire.” He clarifies. “Why did you slip up?”
Desire, for a brief moment, twists their face up into something cruel and angry, reminiscent of the feud that had existed between them and Dream for so long, and then they meet Hob’s eyes and it drains out into plain misery. If he wasn’t being held so tightly by Dream, Hob would go to them.
“I don’t know.” They say, quiet. “For a moment, she just… she looked like Delight again.”
Dream just twists further into Hob, again like he’s looking for an opening to pour his essence into.
Death inhales, shakily, the closest Hob has ever seen to her losing her composure. “She’s not… she won’t change back.”
All eyes in the room turn to Destiny, almost instinctively. He’s still sitting where he was, incredibly out of place on Hob’s ugly sofa, and he hasn’t contributed anything to the argument. His hand moves to rest over his book and, very slowly, he shakes his head.
“No.”
“But I want her back.” Desire says. “I don’t like it. I want…”
“Let’s take a break.” Death blurts into the silence that has settled once again. “Just… reconvene tomorrow or something, I just…” she steps backwards and out of Hob’s living room, reality seeming to bend around her.
Destiny is gone the next time Hob looks at the sofa, and Desire follows Death’s example, stepping out of the flat. Dream remains where he is, still tucked into Hob’s shoulder.
“We should eat.” Hob tells him, for lack of anything else to say. The pastries are still cooling in the kitchen, and it isn’t a proper meal, but he once went two weeks only eating pancakes, so one weird dinner won’t hurt.
“’m not hungry.” Dream informs his shoulder.
It’s the last thing he says that evening, remaining silent and close, refusing to express any opinions, even with a nod or a shake.
He curls close, wrapping himself almost around Hob when they go to bed, and he vanishes at some point in the night, leaving him to wake alone.
It’s Friday, he only has morning classes and nothing from Destiny to give him an idea of how the day is going to go. The left side of the pillow is still indented in the shape of Dream’s head, and he briefly entertains the idea of cancelling his classes.
He gets up.
Maybe a few lectures will be what he needs after the disaster that was last night.
*
Death is waiting in his flat when he gets back, and while she doesn’t look like she’s been crying, per say, she does have the air about her of someone who kind of wants to. He doesn’t ask why she’s repressing it – he’s been an oldest sibling as well – just toes off his shoes and joins her on the sofa.
She curls over him, resting her head on his shoulder and he tucks his chin over her head, wrapping his arms around her until he feels a little bit of the tension seep out. She’s still tense, but he seems to have helped and that’s really all he wants.
“Sorry,” Death murmurs after a while, “I didn’t want our family shit to get involved in this.”
Hob leans back until he can see her face. “I think it was kind of inevitable.”
She laughs, bitter and miserable, “Yeah, probably,” and tucks her head back under his chin. It’s unlike her – not the physical affection, she’s all about that, holding hands, leaning against each other – that she won’t look at him.
“Can I do anything?”
He feels her shrug.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He’s heard vague parts of this story before, mostly from Delirium who drops random nuggets of horrifying information into casual conversation, but as a whole it seems to be something that they ignore.
Death sniffs, “Maybe? I don’t know, we’ve never really spoken about it. Even Destiny prefers to act like it’s always been this way.”
They sit in silence for a few moments, Hob listening to her shaking breaths, keeping his own careful and even.
“I miss her,” she whispers into his collarbone, her voice cracking with unshed tears, “I miss her so much and she’s still here.”
He wraps his arms around her, tighter, and presses kisses to the top of her head as she finally shudders and gives in to the tears that have been wanting to fall.
“I just—” she inhales deeply and raises a hand to rub at her eyes, “I hate everything about this.”
Hob strokes a hand over her hair. “What happened?”
She laughs again, the same bitter and miserable sound. “No one knows. Destiny… I mean if he does know, he hasn’t ever said anything and Del probably knows, but I just… I can’t ask her that.”
His shirt is wet, underneath her head but she doesn’t seem bothered by it.
“One day she was Delight. The next day she… wasn’t. That’s how it works here. One day Destruction was one of us, the next he had gone.” There’s a pause. “I didn’t think we were ever going to see him again.”
This is a familiar story, one he’s heard from most of them, Dream the most, the way he still sort of feels betrayed by Destruction’s decision to leave. “But you did.”
“Yeah.”
He kisses her head again, incapable of offering anything else.
“I think…” she sits up slightly, “I think the worst part is that it isn’t even a total change. It’s still her, just warped and sometimes I feel like I can still see the her that she was before, sometimes there are moments where…”
Hob can’t say anything to that, but he does understand. There was a man – a boy, really – that he had worked with in his second century, at the printers’ shop. He had hit his head quite hard one day, hard enough to knock himself out, and they hadn’t thought he would survive. It was hard before modern medicine, not knowing about brain swelling or anything.
He had survived, but he had returned as a different person. The most immediate difference was a slight change to his accent, which had been a little funny at first, but he had changed frighteningly; where he had been a quiet, calm and loving family man before, he had changed into what could only be called a ‘party animal’, drinking excessively, skipping work on the regular. And yet, on the few occasions when he had actually been at his job, Hob was somehow able to see bits and pieces of the man he was before.
Nothing had ever terrified him as much as the idea that could happen to anyone.
There’s a rustle of reality bending to allow one of the others step into his flat and when he looks up, Desire is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching the two of them.
Hob shifts over slightly and holds out his other arm, inviting them in. There’s a pause in which they do not move.
“Join us, my sibling,” Death says, quiet and tired, “please.”
They slide into the opening left for them and reach a hand across Hob’s chest to squeeze Death’s hand. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Death smiles sadly, “I shouldn’t have blamed you, it was as much my fault,”
“No…”
“She was right, I do call her Del because it’s easier to pretend.”
Desire falls silent, so unlike them. “I just want her back. I want everything to go back to how it was before.”
Hob has a vague idea of what that ‘before’ looked like, the time when everyone was there, when they would move between each other’s realms easily and happily, when Night and Time still interacted with them at least sometimes. Back when Desire had been Dream’s favourite sibling, when Delirium was Delight and Destruction hadn’t even thought about leaving.
“It won’t.” Death tells them, with the voice of someone who is being forced to acknowledge something they wanted to ignore.
“I know.”
“She—” Hob stops, the words that were about to come out registering in his head.
“She?” Desire repeats.
He sighs, “Sorry, I think it’s probably things you should hear from her.”
“Give us an idea?”
He tilts his head so it’s resting on Desire’s blonde hair. “She thinks you don’t trust her anymore and treat her like a child.”
Death sits up, “She is a child.”
“She’s older than I am. Older than everything except the other six of you.”
She pushes her face into her hands, a movement Hob associates more with Dream than her and it makes him smile for a short moment.
“She’s so unstable.”
Hob shrugs. “So are people.”
“We’re not people.” Desire informs his chest.
It is probably a bad time to bring up his ‘the Endless are intrinsically human by nature of their functions’ theory. They’re more human that some of the humans he has met.
“Maybe not, but your functions? You hold humanity within you, more than some people.”
Death is nodding. “We are human in the sense that we do not exist without them. We are made up of them.”
Hob smiles at her, reaching a hand out, “See?”
Desire sighs. “Maybe you’re right. I just don’t understand how it happened. What did we do?”
“Do you have to have done something?”
“No,” Death’s grip on his hand goes slack as she stares off into the distance, “the nature of humanity is always changing. Anything could change.”
Both he and Desire hear the hidden threat in her statement. Someone else could change. This could happen to one of the others.
“I don’t want to change.” She whispers, eyes filling with tears again. “I don’t want anyone to change.”
“Change ‘s a part of being human, sweets.”
“And you can’t even prepare for it,” Desire adds, “nothing…”
“OK, look,” Hob says, “do you love Delirium?”
Death looks horrified for a moment. “Of course! She’s my sister.”
“Do you love her because you loved Delight?”
They both pause to think about that. “No?”
He cocks an eyebrow.
“No.” Death repeats, more certain. “I love Delirium, I love her hair and how she expresses herself through it, I love how she dresses…”
“She’s happier.” Desire says. “She…” they shake their head, “she’s happier like this.”
Hob presses a kiss to their forehead. The problem isn’t solved, not completely, but having it out in the open, rather than tucked away to fester is probably going to help all of them.
Death sniffs again and grabs her sibling’s hand. “Come on, we agreed not to get Hob involved in our family shit.”
“Hey,” he presses a kiss to her cheek, “I love you, all of you, and I want to help.”
She smiles. “I know.”
“We love you too.”
“Yeah, we love you too.”
#sandman fic#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#death sandman#death of the endless#desire of the endless#delirium sandman#delirium of the endless#writing#my writing#fanfiction
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Question more about boys. I was sitting and thinking, harley has lou and bud, freeze has teo polar bears in canon, penguin had both penguins and vultures in canon and in games sharks in a tankz selena has cats and ivy is...ivy. she has plant pets
Now I'm courious about what pets do you think would match other rouges but to accept your limit, let's say riddler, scarecrow, mad hatter and music meister to keep the theme of dork pets
Freeze having polar bear got me good. Put it in shows people!
Also it was one of greatest asks, I had so much fun.
Riddler
I like idea of him having parrot
Would have to take care of one for a favor and she would annoy him by repeating what he says
Would just scream at her and she would scream back
Somehow she learns his riddles, he would say that it at least makes her smarter
By the end he gets too attached and adopts her, names her Riddlrina (listen I have no clue what to choose)
Would take her to his plans and make her her own tiny mask
Would give her honor of asking riddles first
First time it happens Batman thought he got stroke
So proud of his birdie, would hug her and make her toys
Gets depressed in Arkham without her so Batman ask for permission to let her in; for the first time Ed doesn't hate him
Scarecrow
I am between crows liking him and crows hating him (cause you know, Scarecrow) so I decided for enemies to friends crow
Basically crows never liked him but he saw injured crow lying by the window of his house and just decided to let him stay
Crow absolutely would peck him and it would drove Jonathan crazy but he took him in so he takes care
Slowly when Crow's wings starts healing he starts realizing that Jon is helping him
Becomes more friendly and even let him pet him, It's pretty nice
When he starts flying around the house Jon decides it time to let him go, kinda misses him
Then one day while walking home some crow starts attacking him and while trying to get them to leave some other crow shows up and attacks the first one
After agresor flies away other Crow just sits in front of Jonathan turning his head, when he lets him pet himself Jon realizes it's his crow
Just takes him home and names him Poe
Would take him on his heists and Scarecrow has Crow sitting on his arm now; Poe would get him some information if needed by stealing it which,by the way, Poe would sometimes bring random shiny things
Jon would teach him to talk some E.A. Poe quotes to scare the shit out of people
Mad Hatter
You would probably think white rabbit or cat but MH in Alice books had a friend in March Hare so when he saw hare hanging around his lair he was so excited
It seemed he was used to human interaction cause he didn't run when Jervis approached
Gets very friendly when he is given salad and hops into Hatters lap
He could cry
Thinks of name and just decides to name him March
He doesn't really accompany him since he is scared of loud noises plus he might be too friendly with foes
After taking him in he realized that, like original March Hare, he's kinda crazy; would jump from wall to wall; Cannot find him? Probably on top of a dresser
Would just sleep tight as ball to wake up, starts running around the room just to jump onto Hatters lap and fall asleep again
Loves him so much
If March doesn't like someone they cannot be Alice
Makes little hats for him to wear and tells him what a beautiful gentleman he is
Music Meister
I didn't want to also give him a parrot so I thought of animal who uses singing but I'm not giving him a fucking whale
...
Ok so maybe I am giving him a whale just because this is too funny of concept not to use
Would go to Sea World and saw him there, his voice was so southing that he just stayed in his area listening until closing time
Goes there more often and sings to whale which turns out he likes and starts to recognize him
The thing is SW has problem with abuse so after realizing his new friend is victim he makes new place to put him and uses his power to transport him there
He wanted to name him after some artist but he really liked name Bubbles so whale name is Bubbles Patrick Larson (shout-out if you know these 2 references)
Just plays with him and pets him, gets diving equipment for it
Batman again couldn't believe what he was seeing, after defeating him he lets Bubbles into ocean
Problem is Bubbles actually liked MM so he is close to shore and just cries for him, not only is it heartbreaking but also annoying
It got so bad that even Aquaman gets involved and say Bubbles should see MM
Batman is just defeated and let them meet
No one tries to release Bubbles again, if he wants to swim in ocean MM just makes henchmen do it
Weirdest pet Gotham ever seen but city loves Bubbles, the amount of time he was on news ho
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Heyyy papa idk why I am invading ur inbox rn DNFNFNFB I just wanted to say stuff about how for some reason I like hearing your memories maybe cuz I never had like those kind myself just the feelings of things that happened in cannon
So I like you talking about them or your wings and your HUGE nest in las nevadas I think I would have liked to be there just us sleeping and you wrapping your wings around me and me wishing to be able to fly around with you
I think I always liked the idea
Of being a big dragon and fly around with my wings and have fun and spend time with my family
I didn't make the entire revived AU for nothing dnfbfjr
If you want to ramble abt your memories idm I love hearing them :]]
-tilin⭑
I ALWAYS LOVE RECEIVING EXTRA MESSAGES FROM YOU KIDS - ITS OK !!!
AND THATS VERY VERY SWEET HBSJDBD
That’s heartwarminngg hhhhh<3
I WOULD HAVE LOVED FOR YOU TO BE THERE IN MY NEST AS WELL - that nest was so cozy it made me feel so safe and it was SO MUCH BETTER THAN WHAT I HAVE NOW SOB
BUT I TOTALLY WILL RAMBLE - ILL ALWAYS RAMBLE VIA REQUEST >:D
I was so very very vocal around you kids - dsmp and qsmp,, im just full of bird noises :]!! Coos, chirps, quacks, squawks, you name it !!! I had a large variety of bird noises I made towards you and your siblings <3 !!
In the dsmp i had a bad track record with love and was verY traumatized so the way I showed love at first was through gifts !!! I used to spoil Tommy rotten :]. (Tubbo wouldnt let me - he refused to take my gifts)
And then after I healed and realized I didnt need to hide my affection for others - I gave out words of affirmation and physical touch !!!
I WAS LIKE. PRETTY FUCKED UP ???? In the dsmp, after I got my injury to my eye/face, I had to take a couple weeks at least to be able to properly navigate again. Karl and Sapnap forced me into using a cane, which was something I very much needed if I didn’t want to walk into something or just fall over-
And just the eye thing in general messed me up permanently ??? Like I stopped using my cane and was okay most of the time without it - but my vision was really fucked and I couldn’t read cursive at all and needed bigger writing on documents to be able to read them, but the dsmp wasn’t a very accessible space so I just sucked it up and dealt with it.
I even learned braille because of it !!! Sam taught me braille !!! Sam also taught me some basic ASL and Foolish taught me more in depth ASL.
I remember Wil getting bad back pains and just aches after they got revived. I think it was just a side effect they had to deal with after it all. We couldn’t do much to help it, but I always made sure to give them a heating pad and some good pillows !!
Speaking of - I believe both me and Wil had chronic fatigue ? I think I just had it while Wil got it as a side effect from getting revived - either way it SUCKED
I remember playing with Fundy during Pogtopia and making sure he stayed fed and kept him company when I could :]
This isn’t a memory but in my head I always refer to Ranboo as the weird stray cat my kids decided to start feeding that never left lmao /lh /aff
Phil took care of me once ???????? I’m pretty sure I was grieving Wilbur and dealing with a whole bunch of feelings about that entire situation when he died - and I ended up on Phils doorstep basically completely shut down and he took me in and just started fully taking care of me. It was a weird experience- I don’t like the man for my own personal grudges but he’s still a kind soul.
Wilbur had a tendency to work himself or keep himself busy until he passed out - he hated sleeping after revival.
Schlatt but the bi in bitch - and other than that fantastic line I don’t want to talk about him lmao
OH I once panicked after I couldn’t find Tommy in the penthouse thing we stayed in in Las Nevadas and made various chirps and warbles while searching for them- they were simply in another room and I was panicked for no reason , Tommy did end up responding with quiet confused chirps hhdjdbd
I HAD SHARP FANGS AND TALONS >:D!!!! I think I also wore fingerless gloves too - sometimes just wearing plain gloves to hide the burn scars that I had on my hands
AND I DONT HAVE AS MANY QSMP MEMS BUT I remember feeling uneasy around Bad ????? He was a friend of mine n all but I remember avoiding him for a bit and feeling unsafe around him annnd I don’t quite know why
OH AND I DEFINITELY PERCHED ON ETOILES SHOULDERS !!! He was THE friend ever actually :3
Jaiden and Baghera were / are like siblings to me, almost !!! I remember we were pretty close :D !! Jaiden and I were close friends and Baghera and I had more of a sibling relationship !!
I vaguely remember Maximus introducing me to his daughter !!! She was pretty cool and it was an awesome experience
THATS ALL I HAVE FOR NOW- I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS !!!!!
#i hope any if my kids reading this has a wonderful day <3#🐤🪺 mis patitos#🌟🎀 tilin#🚬🚐 wilbuh !!#🌟🐄 tommy#.🎰🎲🎱 mems#.🐤🥚🎀 mems
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Twin Snowflakes 49: Adjustment
TSF 48 <-Here
Hours have passed by. Nick’s room remained a cozy safe haven for the two young souls to rest while the outside world continued to freeze. After much needed sleep, Veronica gradually began to stir. Her ears were always the first to wake, always checking for unexpected danger or peculiar noises. Not much of that these days. Snow has a funny way of quieting the world in unexpected ways. The only sounds around were the steps of the people down stairs with their murmurs over topics Veronica couldn’t care about. A couple of pots and pans in the kitchen were active which also made sense. The only thing close was a heartbeat; one that she slowly realized wasn’t hers. Veronica removed sleep from her eyes to who she assumed to be her mother, Yang, who had been doing her hardest to look over her after what happened months ago.
As Veronica’s vision came to however, she quickly realized it wasn’t her mother next to her and let out a nearly breathless gasp. The rightful owner of this bed laid several inches away from her, also waking up from his much lighter sleep. Veronica’s gasp had made her jolt, disturbing the mattress.
“N-Nick?” Her voice quivered, a mix of sleep and disbelief tangled in her throat. Veronica had half a mind to believe this was a dream. She watched his eyes fully open before he smiled sheepishly.
“Uhh hi, hehe.” Nick didn’t really plan what he’d say after she woke up. He just knew after light reading and half an hour on the floor that he did in fact want to lay in his bed. “How’s lif-”
Veronica, still in disbelief, pressed the side of her head up against his chest. His heart beat rhythmically and clearly in her ears. It was both strong and steady, as if it wasn’t failing for days on end. Veronica leaned back to look at his face again. Slowly, her cat ears drooped as her eyes began to water and lipped quiver.
“This isn’t a dream.” She said softly.
Nick felt so conflicted. He knew the tears in front of him, much like everyone else’s, were tears of joy and relief. Even so, he wished he could stop making everyone cry. It was only going to make him cry more! The boy raised his hands to hold her face and wipe the forming tears with his thumbs. He didn’t expect Veronica to put her hands on top of his and whimper. Oh boy, now he’s done it.
“Please don’t cry, Vee. I’m right here, safe and sound.”
“I’ve never believed in the whole nine lives joke on cats, but it has to be true. You fucking scared me to death.” Veronica chuckled, trying her best not to bawl her eyes out. “May I hug you?”
“Go for it.”
Her hands moved up his arms to grab his sleeves. Veronica basically yanked herself into his chest again before wrapping her arms around him and feeling his arms do the day for her. His hands gently rubbed her back as she gripped him tighter. Perhaps it was the soothing feeling of Nick’s heart or the warmth he gave off, but Veronica didn’t burst into tears like she thought she would. Her breathing gradually relaxed. It was as if a huge weight on her body and mind had suddenly been removed. A long, drawn out sigh left her body along with only a few tears before her body relaxed and she was willing to let go. That didn’t stop the redness of her face and soft eyes from staying right as they were while she looked at him.
“Nick when I say that you got me to pray for you, I need you to understand I was ready to talk to anyone that would respond!”
He gave a worried smirk. That’s very dangerous and foreboding.”
“Don’t care.” She laughed softly. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
“Trust me, that feeling is strong with everyone; including myself.” He took in his friend’s face of relief, noticing she’s changed a little. However, not quite like the rest. Besides her hair being both fuller and frazzled from sleep, Veronica’s pupils were catlike. Just like back in school when she was pissed and attacked Darren. Although now her lilac irises had faint glimmers of amber color; same color as Blake’s. “Umm are you okay?” He said, pointing at his own eyes.
“Hmm? Oh…” Veronica scratched the back of her neck. “I’m fine. There haven't been many alternatives to food exactly and I’ve been so busy that eating what I can has been the most important thing. My indulgence in any and all kinds of meat has been higher than ever. I look weird, don’t I?”
Nick shook his head no. “I’ve just never seen you look quite like this. Does it feel weird?”
“At first. Still kinda does. Few things feel heighten, adrenaline doesn’t feel like it’s ever completely off which is annoying when I’m threading needles.” Vee rubbed her bandage fingers. “Gramps always lovingly said it’s just my body embracing being an apex predator. I don’t know. Never been the biggest fan, but…doesn’t feel as terrible as it used to. Guess I’m slightly adjusted given the circumstances.”
“If I had ten lien for every time someone I know changed their eye color and deposition.”
“Hehe, I am my mother’s daughter. You’ll hop on the bandwagon before you know it. Speaking of mothers, why didn’t they wake me to see you!”
“Well from the look of their new clothes, and my family’s new clothes, and the patient’s clothes, the glowing clothes on the staff-”
“Okay, point taken. Yes I’ve been busy, times a thousand. I should also be working now since I’m up, all things considered.”
Veronica hopped off the bed and straightened out what Nick didn’t notice until now were Summer’s gray snowflake pants and oversized black long sleeve shirt. Though in Veronica’s case, the clothes were average fitting.
“Why are you in Summer’s pajamas? Also, not that I’m not flattered, but how did my room become the lair of fabric and design?”
“Making clothes that are woven with Dust that are still comfortable and viable isn’t easy. Wearing and taking apart some of her clothes was the quickest way for me to learn when Penny was too busy to teach me. As for your room… It got hard looking across the hall every day at Summer’s door.”
Now that was a feeling Nick was all too familiar with. “Yeah. That gets rough before you realize it.”
“Plus I missed you.” She mumbled under her breath.
“What was that last part?”
“Nothing worth repeating. Hey, have you seen my glasses?” Veronica looked to each side of the room until she saw them on the nightstand. Her ears perked up before immediately falling again. They were next to one of Summer’s journals; the one about the girl herself. To make it worse, it was opened. Veronica turned to Nick who looked at her. Not a slight hint of anger or distress, but a gaze that told Veronica he wanted to have more than a reunion conversation.
“Did you..read that?” Veronica deflated.
Nick nodded, “Yeah, but not before Valerie got the chance to talk all about the fight you two had months ago.” He watched Veronica stand up straight, her eyes widening in shock. “She thought I should know that before reading anything, to get a bigger picture and spare you from explaining anything that may have been too hard for you. Above all, she told me as a way of coming to your defense. I was honestly surprised by it.”
Veronica was speechless. She didn’t even know how to process what she had heard. It took a moment before she deflated once again and sat on the edge of the bed. “I wanna say I’m upset, but I’m honestly not. Val really got my number this time. I hadn’t the foggiest idea how or when I wanted to talk about this.”
Of all the things that have changed in three months, Nick had to be honest with himself. Valerie and Veronica were the two most unexpected. He hadn’t talked to either of them much yet it was clear their relationship had changed as well as attitude. Not that he didn’t recognize them or that they were completely different. He supposed now they were…calmer, for lack of a better word.
“How much exactly did she say?” Veronica asked. Now he was given her a gentler look that made her heart twinge with guilt and anxiousness. “Ah, right, the big part. How do you uhhh feel about that?”
“How do I feel about it?” He said, puzzled.
“Yes, you. Anyone trying to kill themself obviously wasn't feeling great so no need to ask how I felt about jumping off a cliff.” She couldn’t help but laugh nervously and hold her own hands as she talked quicker than normal. “Please say something.”
“Hmm how do I feel?” Nick sighed, “Well, I can’t say I’m not a little saddened you didn’t feel comfortable really talking about how much you’ve been hurting. But it’s not like I’m good at opening up about everything or that I would’ve known what to say. To be fair, I’m still unsure. I do know that I’m here to help if you ever want to give me a chance.”
“Nick, you’ve been helping. There’s not a moment you didn’t help me. It’s not an exaggeration to say outside of my folks, you are the kindest, most caring individual towards me by leaps and bounds. Always have been.” Veronica looked down at her hands and smiled softly. “You see me, listen to me. Nick, you believe in me. Even though you’ve seen me be cruel, or unusual, you treat me like a good person that believes I can be an even better person. Most people don’t even stop at treating me fairly, let alone well. Not you though. Even when I fail or screw up royally, you never think less of me. When I’m with you…I actually..like myself. I want to be the person you see with all my heart.”
Veronica lifts her head and turns in the direction of the journal. Her smile fades away. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying hard enough. I’ve only made things harder for you, and hell for your sister. What can I say? You always told me to do, to be better. I have no excuses for my actions or words.”
Nick reached for the journal and held it in his hands. He had already finished it before reading. The boy looked Veronica dead in the eyes as he closed the journal and tossed it across the room like it was filth. A big surprise for Veronica to say the least.
“Let’s make things clear. By no means am I happy about how you and Summer treated each other, but that’s no secret. I’ve been vocal countless times to you both. I also don’t think it’s right of you to berate you as if I knew how badly Summer felt about your words, actions, or anyone’s for that matter. None of us knew how bad anything was for any of us to be frank, so I think you should reserve your apology for Summer. Much like a certain Valkyrie, I don’t hate you or anything else so exhausting. I’m concerned and want to sort things out. I didn’t want to bring this up for the sole purpose of what was in that journal. Veronica, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?”
It had to be a dream. Veronica couldn’t believe otherwise. There on the floor, every flaw and insecurity that showed how hideous she could be; the actions that devastated his sister. Those pages with ugly truths that Veronica had to accept, yet here Nick was, still trying to see her. Veronica couldn’t hold tears back this time, crying softly and shaking her head.
“No, I can’t say I feel too great, yet somehow this has been the most relieved I felt in a long time. It’s felt like so much for so long.” Veronica haphazardly wiped her face. “But you’ve made it easier. You still keep making things better. I’ve been trying my damnedest these past few months. I don’t know what it’ll amount to or if it’s gonna be enough, but I’m gonna keep trying to be and feel like the person that you, my parents, and Penny believe I am!”
Nick gave her a reassuring smile. He really has missed quite a bit. “Just so you know, despite the words in that journal, Summer also thinks your strong and beautiful. I bet my life on that.”
“I believe you but can you not…bet your life? You just got back.”
“Poor choice of words on my part. Arc honor then!”
“Whatever you say man, just live.”
“Ditto.”
Veronica’s jaw hung open before conceding. “Fair.”
The two of them found it in themselves to laugh, bringing levity to what was an awkward and rather serious topic. Nick watched Veronica wipe her face again in an attempt to compose herself. As if it had become instinctual, he reached out and cupped the side of her face again. Veronica flinched out of surprise before quickly settling down, leaning into the touch; her nerves calmed as she closed her. Another sigh left her.
Nick was amazed. “You’ve never let people outright touch you without asking.”
“You’ve never been just some person to me.” She opened her eyes to stare at him. “I’ve made it pretty clear haven’t I? I’m a fool for you Nicholas Schnee, and now you know why. You don’t have to see me the way I see you. As long as you keep seeing me, I’ll be okay.”
Veronica didn’t want to move her head yet. Fortunately, Nick wasn’t in a hurry to get his hand back. In fact, he brought her face a little closer and kissed her out of nowhere. Veronica flinched again before leaning into the brief but meaningful embrace. When it ended, Nick looked away from her to hide his flustered face. Meanwhile Veronica felt like a liar.
“I take it back. I reeeeaaallly hope you see me how I see you, because this kiss is on the record unlike last time.” She blushed widely, pouting a bit.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help but think about the last time we talked like this. Also like last time, I’m kinda all over the place and things are the craziest they’ve ever been. Rain check?” He laughed awkwardly.
“Yeah, yeah.” Vee teased. “The more things change, the more things stay the same.”
“In my defense, I’ve had no time to think about our last kiss or romance. It feels like yesterday when it’s been months!”
“I’m playing around, relax you worry wort. Though…” her face felt hot. “One more? Please?”
Veronica met him halfway this time, shutting her eyes and keeping him close as he put as he indulged such a selfish request. Veronica was never one to lie, and by all means, she hadn’t today. However, it’s now as Nick felt her trembling arms and curled fingers gripping his shirt that he truly understood how serious Veronica was when she said he had scared her. To think he was this important to her in life. Nick made a silent promise to himself. He was gonna do right by her feelings and really think about his own when all of this was over.
Veronica finally released him. “I really should be working right now.” She sniffled.
“What exactly are you working on?”
“ I want to make Eliza a better hat.”
He blinked twice, “Eliza is still here?”
“That was everyone’s thought after several days of not seeing her at first.”
“I’ll be honest, you and Valerie getting your act together while being efficient makes more sense now.”
Veronica gave a weak shrug. “Can’t say you’re completely wrong.” She sniffled again, rubbing her nose.
“Are you still trying not to cry?”
“N-well kinda, but that has nothing to do with my nose. I think it’s you?”
“What? I showered. It was even after Penny did a hundred health checks to make sure I could leave.”
“Nick, I mean your natural scent and not whatever overly expensive body wash you have.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s overly expensive…”
Veronica leaned in again near his neck and took a slow, deep breath. “It’s faint but I smell the same overly crisp freshness on you that Shiva has. Diamond Dust really did keep you alive.”
“I’m surprised you can smell that on me when the entire kingdom is powdered in unnatural snow.”
“The nose knows. It’s barely noticeable on you compared to Summer. Kinda like the difference between a smoker and the person that’s next to them.”
“Can’t really say I’m surprised.” Nick rubbed just below his rib cage. “You’re comparing one stab to multiple.”
“Did it leave a scar?”
“I still have a few stitches but probably. No big deal. Now I’ll match the scar on my mom’s torso if nothing else!” He said cheerfully, but Veronica stared with judgment. “Let me cope.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
Footsteps approached down the hall and opened the door. As usual, Yang poked her head inside but with the company of Weiss who had returned. Both kids looked inYang’s direction before she could even say hello. Seeing Nick through her for a loop.
“Oh hey. Should’ve guessed you would make your way over here.”
“It is my room ya know?”
Weiss peeked from behind Yang. “Hmm, normally I’d be way more concerned about how my son has a girl on his bed, but I guess it’s on me for letting her set up here and not telling you.”
“Valerie has been in my room hundreds of times!”
“Yeah but she’s way more skittish.”
The audacity. Weiss was correct but no way they were gonna tell her that. They’re lucky both of them didn’t walk in five minutes sooner.
Veronica awkwardly hopped off the bed again and grabbed her glasses to start working on unfinished designs left on the floor. She could feel her mother smirking at her, but no way was Veronica gonna look up.
“So what brings you by?” She said in a higher pitch than she would’ve liked.
“I wanted to know if you were awake. Also to tell you Nick is back. Clearly I didn’t have to do either.” Yang looked at him. “Did she cry?”
Okay, now Vee had to look at her. “Ma!”
Nick nodded, “Yeah it made me tear up.”
“Nick!!!”
“What? Literally everyone has been crying.”
Yang giggled, “Good, I’m actually glad. Better than keeping the tears in.”
Veronica felt her face get hot again, choosing to look back down at her work. We had a long chat. It was emotional, but nice.” Her mother walked over to sit next to her. Veronica couldn’t help but accept laying against Yang and receiving her mother’s gentle touch as she rubbed Veronica’s head.
The proud mom smiled at her daughter. “So how hard was it for you to understand the mental headspace revelation, because I’m still processing.”
“…The what.”
Nick interrupted. “Ummm haven’t said anything about that or about me almost dying to myself.” Veronica leaned into his view like a creaky door with wide eyes. “Listen, there’s a lot to talk about.”
“Kinda sounds like I should’ve been woken up!”
Yang and Weiss looked at Nick who was quick to cross his arms and stare right back. “Don’t look at me, the guy who woke up from the coma!”
He had them there. Weiss sighed, conceding the point. “Yang can fill her in. I came in here for you.”
“What’s up?”
Yang squinted. “Why me? I just said I was still sorting it out.” Her plea was completely ignored by Weiss.
“Your father’s home. Besides wanting to spend time with our child that nearly died, I figured now’s a good time for him to amplify your aura. Stitches aren’t fun and I know you wanna train tomorrow.”
Nick was pretty confident the part about nearly dying was his mother’s way of asking for a happy moment, so no journal talk. He was perfectly fine with that. In truth he was more curious about it to confirm any similarities to his experience, rather than any words Summer had about him. One sorta confirmed the other anyways. Nick stood up and waved goodbye to Yang and Veronica as he left with Weiss.
“He’s a little different now.” Veronica said softly. “Nick has always been pretty level headed for the most part but I don’t know. He seems…more at peace, given the situation.”
“Rushing things won’t help. He knows that. Also I think anybody would be willing to slow down after what he’s been through. From what he told us, I think Nick knows himself a little better now.”
“Gee, if only I knew what that was supposed to mean.” Veronica said bluntly. “The hell happened in the hospital?”
Yang was gonna kick Weiss later. “Okay, so this is what I gathered…”
xxxxx
More time went by in what felt like the longest day ever, and Nick wasn’t even awake for all of it. Despite all the extra guests, it was really surprising for Nick that he found time alone with his parents. It was too bad that things were far too delicate for everyone to meet at the dinner table together. Any notion of symmetry was abandoned when they decided to all sit at the same end to be close. They didn’t do too much talking, choosing to enjoy each other’s company and knowing keeping things light would be very difficult. The silence was broken when Jaune noticed Nick looking at his pasta questionably.
“Uh Nick?”
“You didn’t make this, right?”
Jaune nodded, “Before you say anything else, I don’t know if Weiss made it so don’t judge too hard.”
“My pasta is fine!” She defended. “This isn’t it though so criticize away.”
“Haha, I wasn’t gonna say it’s bad. Just a little funny that I could tell. Never really thought I would, considering I’m always thinking a thousand and one things when I eat.”
“It’s surprising how many things you can sense aren't quite like they usually are when things change. You say it’s fine, but only ate half. Not hungry?” Jaune said, already on his second bowl.
Nick pushed his bowl away. “Not sure if I’m full or my appetite is off.”
Weiss stood up. “I can probably guess. Nick, arms up; slowly.” She watched him raise them and wince half away. He slowly continued until they were all the way up. Weiss grabbed his chair and scooted out from the table. “Jaune.”
The knight wiped his hands then moved his chair in front of Nick’s. Jaune raised the boy’s shirt up to see the damage. Nick’s wound looked right below his left long as far as his stitches showed. Jaune remembered the slight of blue and purple frostbitten skin that crackled out like glass. Now it looked like a normal treated stab wound. It was scary how good Diamond Dust could hurt and help when used properly. Jaune gently pressed his hands against the entry and exit points, making Nick suck air in through his teeth.
“Does it hurt too much?” Jaune said. “I can stop.”
“Noo…felt weird is all. Kinda like when you’re on a fast roller coaster and your stomach keeps doing flips.”
Weiss rubbed Nick’s shoulder. “Take shallow breaths. It’ll help a lot. In…then out…” she began to demonstrate. Exhaling as if she was trying to blow out a flame quickly.
Nick followed her lead. The pressure gradually began to feel less intense. He was able to breathe normally in a matter of minutes.
Weiss smiled, “Better?”
“A lot better.” He said in genuine relief.
“Getting impaled sucks! Trust me, I’ve been there.” Weiss folded her arms in annoyance. “If there’s one thing I regret it’s not getting the chance to personally beat up Cinder for the major inconvenience!”
“Inconvenience?” Jaune said in disbelief. “Weiss, you were going to die!”
“Well…yes, but I was specifically talking about the annoyances after all that.”
Jaune was beginning to see why Nick was so calm about his stab wound. “All that, she says. Just ya know, death.” He looked at Nick who snickered.
Weiss continued, “Anyways, I had trouble eating my first several means despite your father saving me. His semblance is very useful but at the end of the day I was still impaled. Phantom pain and discomfort went on for about a day or two until I felt completely like myself.”
“Guess that means we’ll keep training light tomorrow. That’s fine.”
Weiss watched Nick’s body heal before her eyes, making the reddened and swollen area less inflamed. “Do you feel fatigued?”
“Nope. Only discomfort.”
“Well that’s good. At this rate I’ll likely be calling Winter or Penny tomorrow to remove the stitches. I get your young and Jaune is way better at this than when I was stabbed-”
“Because I had my semblance for zero seconds before that.” It was almost like she forgot that!
Weiss playfully rolled her eyes. “What I’m saying is I’m really surprised how fast Nick is healing regardless of everything else. As fast as Cinder struck me down, I got up just as quickly. I doubt that would be the case if back then I was stabbed with Shiva’s dagger. Now that you’re awake, you’re healing as if nothing bad happened.”
“You do have a point.” Jaune looked at Nick’s injury. “This is much faster progress than when you were in a coma.”
Jaune removed his hands and Nick fixed his shirt. Thoughts of Summer spending countless days in the hospital came drifting back. “Not that I’m a doctor, but maybe I’m healing faster now because I’m not dealing with…well, me?”
Jaune tilted his head. “You mean the fighting inside your head? Hm, that could be it. Hard for a body to heal properly if the mind is in disarray.”
“I only brought it up because Summer faded in and a lot back in the day. Then again, she never talked about seeing a scary version of herself. We didn’t deal with Shiva until much later.”
“Summer also didn’t go back to the lake until this year.” Weiss mentioned. “Between the trauma and how young you both were, repressed memories aren’t uncommon. I don’t think we should rely on anything we thought we understood that long ago. I doubt we’ll ever get the exact moment Shiva manifested internally. All we have is the day Summer fell in and the day Shiva finally said hello. Those are our hard facts.”
Nick looked at his hands, moving each finger. Now that he’s gone through his own experience, he couldn’t help but double check he’s moving his own body. Yep, still him. Nick closed his eyes to let his brain wander in mindless thought, listening to his body.
From Weiss’s perspective, it was a little worrying “Nick?”
He opened his eyes. “I’m here. I think we toss aside the questions.” He threw his hands up. “I’ll get whatever I need from Shiva herself.”
“So confident.” Weiss narrowed her gaze. “Don’t forget, she’s stronger than ever now.”
“There hasn’t been a day when Shiva didn’t feel overwhelming. Not like I’m going in alone and she isn’t so strong that she’s beaten any of you outright. Like you all said, she’s keeping people here to wear you guys down.” Nick had thought long and hard about how he wanted to handle things moving forward. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m still pretty scared of Shiva, but I’m also reeeaaallly fed up. No way out without a fight, and that’s why I’ve trained so hard.”
This was true. There wasn’t a day of training Weiss saw where Nick’s decisions weren’t somehow influenced by Shiva. It’s no exaggeration to say he’s built his life around it. Even so, now it looked like Nick acquired a certain level of resolve he didn’t used to have. Not for saving Summer. He always had that, but now Weiss could tell Nick wants to fight Shiva. He said he was scared but he could’ve fooled her. Of their many discussions over the years about her, this was the first time Weiss has seen Nick share the same vigorous gaze as when he faces opponents at a tournament.
Weiss couldn’t say if that look was good or bad, but it stirred her heart all the same. “Tomorrow, we’ll train until you can’t anymore, and not a moment before.” She spoke with the utmost conviction.
Nick was taken aback, as well as his father. “I’ll do my best. Teach me everything she’s been up to.”
“I intend to. I can’t have you rushing towards tragedy, not again. We’ll strike once we are all good and ready. Which means…” Weiss pulled out her scroll and sent a file directly to him that simply said “Summer” on it. “All the journal entries digitally. Word for word.” She frowned.
Nick couldn’t help but frown back. “Are you okay?”
“I’ll be alright, but please forgive me.” Weiss said somberly. “I don’t think I can go through those a second time, so I’m afraid-”
“That’s okay.” He interjected. “Reading these on my own time is what I thought was best anyways. I didn’t want you or dad going through it again for my sake.”
Jaune put his arms around both of them. “I’ll be around for both of you if there’s anything you want to talk about. Is that clear?”
They sighed perfectly in sync. “I’ll try.” They said, shocking both of them.
“Heh, guess I am your kid.”
“You do have the scar to prove it.”Weiss said casually, watching Nick drop his jaw. “What? I heard you earlier. Don’t act surprised.”
“It’s just you would think the hair and eyes would be enough.” He jested.
“With your father’s features, I’m afraid more proof was needed.”
“Woooooooooow.”
Jaune ruffled Nick’s hair and laughed. The boy had so much of it now that Jaune was surprised his fingers didn’t get tangled in. “Man, this stuff is as thick as a wet mop now. And I thought you needed a haircut before.”
Nick shook Jaune’s hand off and let his hair sway back and forth. Several strands fell right in the middle of his face and reached his chin easily. “Yeah I know it’s cold but I probably need to snip some of it off.”
Weiss pouted, touching his hair. “But it’s so pretty. Look at it bounce!” Weiss gathered all Nick’s hair and pulled it back into a short ponytail. The troublesome boy freed some of his hair from the front to make a bang that swooped down the right side of his face. Weiss’s eyes lit up in awe and she hugged him tightly. “Why is my little man so handsome! Don’t cut it!”
“Your mother feels strongly about short hair.” Jaune chuckled. He remembered the one time he cut his hair and she acted as if he killed a man. It was pretty rich considering Weiss had gotten used to cutting her own short! “Let her enjoy this.”
“Kay.” Nick blushed as he drowned in the hug. He stood no chance of escape, especially when Jaune joined in. Much like Veronica, Nick leaned into their embrace and relaxed. “Any other plans for today?”
Jaune let go to stretch his body before slumping over. “Sleeeep! Haven’t used my semblance back to back this much since the war. Can’t say I miss it.”
“How many have you done today?”
“At least fifty, easy. Thankfully the most injured person is finally better.” He winked.
Nick couldn’t imagine how much aura he’s gotten from his dad. He had always appeared like a bottomless well. “And here I thought you were limitless.” Nick joked.
“If only!” Jaune kissed Weiss then headed out the room. “Night you two.”
Weiss let go. “He’s trying to be sneaky and hog the blankets before I can do anything about it. You’d think living here for so long would make the cold easy to bear. Oh well, he’s earned it.” She giggled.
“No offense mom, but you look better than I expected.”
“Oh I was fucking wreck.” She said outright. “An absolute mess for nearly the entire first month. Between your life at risk and Summer gone, I didn’t know what to do with myself.”
“What snapped you out of it.”
“A bunch of things.” Weiss’s eyes narrowed slightly at the thought of Henry’s annoyingly adequate wisdom. “Some things that I detested more than others, but most importantly, nothing was over yet.”
“I..what?”
Weiss smiled at Nick’s confusion. She rubbed his cheek then stood up straight with her arms crossed. “Nothing is over yet. It’s a lesson I had nearly forgotten. Journeying the world with friends was dire, messy, and so many things happened we all wished didn’t. I can’t tell you how many times one of us broke down in tears or screamed in rage, but that was okay. Having those moments are important because life is filled with hardships, so have those moments, but remember to keep moving forward; because nothing is over yet. Things can turn around. You just have to be there and ready when they do.”
“You, dad, auntie, everyone always mentions the adventures and Salem, but I don’t any of you ever hammered home how big it felt. Sounds pretty major if that’s the lesson you got from it.”
“Let me tell you, there are plenty of moments we all wonder how we made it out alive.” Weiss laughed tiredly, thinking of the chaos. “I don’t think one of us ever thought we’d experience something so grand and perilous again. I definitely would’ve thought twice about you and your sister choosing to be future huntsmen. That’s for sure.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No, not at all. I see the passion you two have; the personal and the selfless satisfaction of changing the world for the better in any way you can. Your father and I couldn’t be more proud. It’s just a little insane that now it feels like Remnant has this kinda danger when Gods themselves are back and magic exists. Yet here we are, both of things incredibly scarce to the point it’s almost like nothing has changed at all! I know The Brothers said they wouldn’t intervene in mortal affairs that much but this feels like a big deal. All of Atlas is held hostage!”
“Maybe they know most people left so they don’t care.”
Weiss grumbled, “I’d say then I would personally fight them for that, but the last woman who tried that caused an entire set of new problems.”
“Just tell them Bleiss wanted to fight and not you.”
“Pfft! If only that’s how life worked. Anyways, I should probably head to bed myself.” Weiss kissed his forehead. “Don’t stay up reading too late.”
He could tell she was speaking from experience again. Nick brought his chair closer to the table like it was before when pulled his bowl back closer. He had stopped halfway through but intended on finishing the meal. After all, every last bite would eventually give him strength.
xxxxx
Another day another journey; and that meant another knock on Veronica’s door. Just because the sun has been up for a couple hours doesn’t mean she was! Though in most cases lately it did. She opened up the door without caring how messy her hair looked or uninviting her gaze was. Thankfully those eyes met unbothered ones. It was Eliza who stood in her doorway, witch outfit and all. Though now she sported a purplish blue cloak and long knitted slouch socks. Blue on the left and gold on the right.
Veronica blinked, “I’m not one to fight a client, but are you positive your hat was the only thing you wanted me to work on?” Questioning why the girl went for socks and cloak for warmth but felt no need to replace the skirt with pants. What is it about Atleasian’s and facing the cold head on!?
“I’m perfectly warm. Warmer if my hat is done.” Eliza held her hand out.
“Yeah hold on a sec.” Veronica grabbed her friend’s hat. Veronica took liberty of changing the color of the middle, making it a swirl of the blues and gold theme Eliza had. The droopy tip of the witch hat now held a metal charm in the shape of a marigold as well. “I know the importance of solid colors like black to break things up but I personally think you need to commit harder to your style.”
“Works for me. Thank you.” Eliza immediately put on the hat. She could tell that it had more padding and the charm weighed it down. Perfect for not flying off from all the troublesome wind. “Do I owe you anything? Feel like I should be paying you.”
“Liz, we’ve been over this. This isn’t a side hustle. It’s enduring the ice age. No one is paying me anything. Soldiers are wearing my mittens! Any price tag would be extortion.”
“Eh, I still feel like it’s a missed opportunity. Personally I think the rich nitwits could stand to lose one percent of their one percent livelihood.”
Veronica folded her arms. “Ah, so your family’s competitors?”
Eliza gladly showed off her cheeky grin. “Except for the Schnees of course. I thought that was obvious.”
Veronica had to admit she admired the enthusiasm. She still shook her head no and chuckled. “Tempting but no. Keep talking about schemes like these and the name Witch isn’t what they’ll be calling you.”
“Tah! Better that than Bastard. It’s done to death. I’d be as rich as them if I got paid every time that one was used. So, how have you been?”
“Better than normal. Say, have you heard the good news yet?”
“If you mean has someone told me anything, then no. However, if you actually mean have I heard it….”
Like clockwork, the sound of clashing metal and a huge thump followed by boyish screaming was heard. Soon after, Weiss could be heard saying “I’m sorry” very fast and repeatedly.
“Then yes, I’ve heard.” Eliza finished.
Eliza and Veronica shared a chuckle at the ridiculousness before walking together down the hall towards a balcony overlooking the courtyard garden where Nick and Weiss sparred, pretty intensely at that. Weiss stayed right on his trail, sending rapid thrusts from Myrtenaster that Nick barely blocked with his blade as he bounced around from glyph to glyph midair.
Now was as good as anytime to say hello, Eliza thought. She jumped off the balcony onto the brick paved path and looked at Veronica. “You coming?”
Veronica looked straight down from the second story balcony then at Eliza. “…I’ll take the stairs.”
“Why not use your sembl-”
“Taking…the stairs.” She said walking off.
Eliza shrugged. “Whatever makes you comfortable!” She moseyed on over towards the battle.
To think her first instance of seeing Nick was like this. Unbelievable! The boy and his mother bounced like rubber balls in an empty room, occasionally clashing as they switched glyphs. The sparks and constant clashes might as well have been fireworks. Only a day back with the living, and Eliza could see the determination in both their eyes. She watched as Nick parried attacks away from his chest, block blows meant to stab, and even duck swift kicks to the head. If Eliza didn’t know any better, she’d think Weiss was fighting a stranger the way she attacked Nick. She went for an upward slash across the torso which Nick blocked well, but sent him flying back. He made a hard stop with making another glued to act as a backboard. With this gained distance, he gripped Mort Froide with both hands as flames quickly manifested at its tip. He pointed it at Weiss and sent the fireball flying with impressive force. Unfortunately, he’s fighting Weiss Schnee. An Arma Gigas arm came out of a summon glyph beside her. It grabbed the flame and crushed it before punching straight. Nick blocked again but was sent to the ground like a falling star into a pile of thankfully soft snow.
He sat up, groaning from pain. “Can we ban summons?”
“Shiva won’t.”
“Uuuuugggghhh, you’re correct.” He heard clapping getting louder and turned his head to see Eliza.
“Glad to see I didn’t waste my time teaching you. That was a pretty good fireball.”
He smiled genuinely. “I learned from the best.”
“And yet you can’t remember to send said best a text or voicemail that you’re awake?” Eliza stood over him with arms crossed. “What’s up with that nonsense?”
“You hate it when I call you.”
“That’s- you know good well- ugh.” Eliza looked at him in disbelief. In a whisper, hissing like voice she said, “Why the fuck are you always like this?”
Nick could only smile. Eliza extended her hand to help him up and he gladly took it. What he didn’t expect once he stood was her slowly wrapping her arms around him. It was a pleasant surprise; one he returned. “I didn’t know we did hugs.”
“Don’t get used to it. You don’t escape death often.” She let go and looked at his face.
“That’s a terrible requirement for a hug.”
“I’m sure you’ll fulfill it again.”
“What’s that supposed to mean!?” He yelled with concern. “Don’t jinx me!”
“I’m with him!” Veronica yelled, catching up. “Let’s not tempt fate, Liz”
“Relax Vee, I’m teasing. I don’t need you and Valerie bawling your eyes out and asking me to spend the night.”
Vee’s cheeks went red. “Liz, hush!”
Well this was interesting for Nick to hear. “Liz huh? I’ve known you for a while and yet Vee’s the one who gets to call you a nickname?”
“I like her more.”
“You didn’t have to actually say it!” He whined.
A gravity glyph trampolined him up without warning. Weiss was heading towards him again and Nick was quick to continue fleeing. He made a summon sword and began going on the offensive by throwing it at Weiss. He moved right along with her deflecting and got her to block his real sword coming overhead.
“You were moving right instantly. How’d you know I’d move left?”
“Deflecting right would’ve been towards them.”
“Good, you’re thinking keenly, but can you be flexible?”
She pushed him away then switched her sword to her right hand. Weiss lunged at him full speed and hit his blade twice with downward strikes before spinning. Mid twirl, Weiss crouched and flung her sword back to her left hand before raising up with her blade. It broke his guard wide open. Under different circumstances, Weiss may have taken this opportunity to slam a glyph against his chest or kick him. Instead, Weiss calmly and delicately poked the spot Nick’s scar was. She watched gulp, his eyes widening as he tensed up. It hurt her heart to see his face but now of all times was it important to be serious with his training.
“It’s okay. You’re fine.” Weiss said motherly. “Surprises happen, you know that. Anytime they do then be defensive. When your guard is broken, gain distance first and foremost. If you make that institutional then you’ll be okay.” Weiss removed her finger. “Ready?”
“Yes ma’am.” He said, a little more on edge than before.
The two continued fighting aggressively in the air. Eliza was exhausted just from watching them. “I didn’t know they trained like this. No wonder he’s so observant.”
“I get what you mean.” Veronica watched. “You would think fighting away from obstacles would be easier, but constantly making footholds to stand on while also anticipating your opponent making one anywhere is a lot; not to mention actually paying attention to their sword. It’s a lot to process in almost no time at all.”
“She’s his perfect practice partner for the real deal. Shiva is bound to mix in what she’s used to along with Summer’s abilities; which Weiss taught her and he’s trained beside. Must be weird to know a move is coming but out of sequence to what you’re used to.”
“Once again, I’m glad fighting is a fitness hobby in my case.”
“A pity. Fighting alongside you would be an experience.”
“ Oh you’ll get it.” Veronica stated outright. “Make no mistake, I can hold my own. This is an all hands on deck situation.”
“Guess it wouldn’t make sense to sit out when everyone you care about is gonna be heading towards the fight. I’ll be sure to watch your back.”
“Mine? You make it sound like we’ve already got a plan.”
Eliza smiled as she kept watching Nick. “Knowing him, he has ideas. I’m sure he’ll find a way to work me to the bone in order to cover his reckless butt too.”
Veronica leaned back a little. “Kinda creepy that it sounds like you’re looking forward to it.”
“Oh, uhh, I’m not! Not in a weird way or anything! The plans and fighting are always crazy is all I’m saying.
“That doesn’t make anything better if I’m being honest with ya, but whatever floats your boat.”
Nick came crashing down into the snow again. This time he sprung up much faster but still very sore. Weiss looked down at from her floating platform Eight smaller glyphs spun around her, blasting beams of ice. Weiss waited for him to dodge but pleasantly surprised to see him make a gravity circle between them that pulled her attack straight down. With ice now between them, Nick changed his glyph to make a pillar between them that blocked Weiss’s sight line. The pillar was then diced into chunks and blasted towards Weiss like shrapnel. The attack was easily weaved around but the experienced huntress had once again been impressed by the creativity; not only for the attack, but for using it to disappear. She had lost track of Nick.
“That’s how ya do it.” She said proudly, looking around in every direction.
A human sized Gigas came flying out from the hedge maze with Mort Froide gripped fiercely. Weiss noticed his approach and spun around with a slash that collided with Nick’s attack. Upon impact, a second individual came out from hiding and pressed the tip of their blade against Weiss’s lower back. The girl gasped, looking over her shoulder to see her son holding a frozen blade. She looked back to the suit of armor. With it this close it was now easy to tell that it only a suit of armor.
“Crafty. This might be the first time you fully pulled one over on me.”
“Wish I could take full credit, but this an inspired idea unfortunately. One that’s not as life threatening.” His voice waned
“Oh.” Was all she could think to say in the moment. Weiss turned around and lowered Nick’s sword then placed her hand atop his head. “It might sound cliché but there is some truth in what doesn’t kill us will make us stronger. Don’t be afraid to open up more about it though. No one is expecting to act like everything is fine. We certainly aren’t.”
“I know. Guess I’m a little more on edge than I thought I’d be. Thinking about that moment is…”
“Traumatic?” Weiss finished for him. She moved her arm around his back to give him a gentle hug as they descended. “Let’s take a break.”
“Alright.”
Nick didn’t go far, choosing to sit at one of the garden tables. He dispelled his summon and let it sword fall to the ground as he took a breath and closed his eyes to let his mind drift again.
Weiss gave him his much needed space and walked over where the young girls stood watching.
Eliza kept her eyes on Nick. “Never seen him meditate before.”
“He did it at the dinner table last night, and I caught him doing it earlier while he was waiting for me to set up training. Occasionally he did similar things before a big tournament. After what Nick’s been through, he’s bound to be feeling stress.”
“Wouldn’t be surprised if he got this Val, who learned from her old man.” Veronica said, listening closely. “I can hear his heart rate coming down and his breathing evening out. Ya know…if there was ever a time I wanted Oscar around.”
“Can’t be helped. I hope he’s somewhere safe with Qrow and Sparrow.”
“I’m sure whatever situation they’re in it can’t be as rough as this.”
“Whatever they’re doing, I’m positive Sparrow is handling it wonderfully!” Eliza said joyfully. Both Weiss and Veronica looked at her oddly, given the unexpected burst of enthusiasm. Eliza immediately went red. She didn’t mean to sound that happy. “What? I’ve seen him sail and heard stories. He seems like a good captain.”
“Your heart is doing somersaults.”
“I’m just a little cold his all!”
“Gee, sounds like a problem pants could fix.” Veronica smiled as she watched Eliza pull her hat over her face. “Weiss, I hate to be a downer, but do we actually have a plan for Shiva? A timeline maybe? I get having Nick back is a huge boon in our favor but throwing him at her isn’t that much of a plan.”
Eliza lifted her hat. “To be fair, we’re all throwing ourselves at her.”
“Still not a plan!” Veronica emphasized. “We’re strong for sure but-”
“Two weeks.” Weiss said. “By this time in three weeks, we’ll be ending this.
Two weeks; Weiss had said it so casually and confidently at that. Eliza and Veronica looked at each other with a mixture of shock and worry.
“Are you for real?”
“I am. We’ve held out pretty well but things can’t stay like this for too much longer. Shiva has undoubtedly plotted something and gotten more aggressive, destroying heaters and making summons in an attempt to keep us tired. Too bad for her morale is higher than ever and Penny doesn’t tire easily. She has been working out a plan. Told Nick about it and he said two weeks from today should be fine.”
“Why two weeks?” They both asked.
“Training for starters. He’ll be physically back to normal or better completely in a single week. It also gives us time to go over everything with everyone in complete detail. Not to mention Penny wants to finish a project she’s been adjusting to see if it could help. Whatever that may be. Also, do you know what happens in two weeks?”
Weiss looked at the puzzlement on their faces. It’s not their fault. Being in here so long would make it impossible to notice. Weiss smiled as she thought about the outside world.
“It’ll officially be Spring.”
#rwby#rwby au#rwby twin snowflakes#nicholas schnee#veronica belladonna#weiss schnee#jaune arc#eliza marigold
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