Dennis who has significant hearing loss after a farm accident as a kid.

Dennis who can’t afford working hearing aids, so makes do with a pair he found on Facebook marketplace.

Dennis who favours one side significantly, to the point of being convinced that everyone knows (they don’t), and they all must hate him for being useless (they don’t know).

Dennis who uses these janky hearing aids despite constantly giving him a migraine, because he can’t let anything compromise his chances of being a doctor.

Dennis who completely understands that Abbott needs a break from his prosthetic, and is often the first to volunteer to cover his charting in the middle of the shift.

Dennis who cannot give himself allowances, because he’s not properly disabled; not like Abbot is anyway.

Dennis whose hearing loss is “self inflicted” and therefore needs to deal with the consequences of his actions (he was six).

Dennis who absolutely will not let himself have hearing breaks in the middle of a shift, no matter how much pain his ears are in.

Dennis who can’t take his aids out at night because he sleeps in shelters, and his hearing is the first line of defence against an attack.

Dennis who recognises the symptoms of an ear infection, but can’t afford antibiotics and the hospital cracked down on “borrowing” medicine.

Dennis who collapses mid shift after a particularly bad bout of vertigo.

Dennis who doesn’t really remember much after this because the floor was suddenly very, very close, and he was suddenly very, very cold.

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Robby who sees Dennis pass out on shift.

Robby who curses these damn med students for drinking too much caffeine and not eating enough food.

Robby who walks over to Dennis and tries to rouse him.

Robby who thinks Dennis looks a little too out of it for it to just be low blood sugar.

Robby who touches Dennis and notices he’s ice cold.

Robby who holds Dennis as he starts seizing.

Robby who catches a glimpse of white in his ear, surrounded by red, angry tissue.

Robby who swears loudly and violently when he realises “god-fucking-dammit he’s deaf”.

Robby who curses every god he knows the name of (and he knows a lot) for putting Dennis in this situation.

…

Dennis who wakes up with a very stressed Robby next to him, saying words like “septic shock” and “septic encephalopathy” and “infection spread” and “potential brain damage”.

Robby who raises his voice in frustration, and Dennis who flinches imperceptibly.

Robby who drags Dennis to audiologist appointments and forces him to pick multiple different types of aids so he’ll be comfortable wherever.

Robby who pays for the new aids, but lets Dennis think insurance covers them.

Abbot who forces Dennis to take hearing breaks whenever he takes leg breaks because he’s “bored” and “needs company”.

Abbott who, for the first time in Dennis’ life, sits him down and teaches him the ASL he learnt from his vet friends.

Dennis, who when he formally attends ASL lessons, realises he’s been taught to swear like a sailor, and his vernacular is entirely comprised of military slang.

Dennis who doesn’t understand why Robby and Abbott are being so nice about being deaf, and explains all about how it was his fault that he lost his hearing (he was six).

Abbot who gives Robby a look, and signs him up for therapy the next day.

Dennis, who comes to the realisation that the factors surrounding his hearing loss are heavily consistent with signs of child abuse.

Robby, who can only hug Dennis as he breaks down, mourning the childhood he thought he had.

Abbot, who makes him hot cocoa when he wakes up from nightmares and rocks him back to sleep,

And Dennis.

Who finally feels, for the first time in his life, he is not just tolerated, but wanted too.

imagine eddie heaeing about how buck and tommy "spent a night" 😉😉 together and he goes all "he know where home's at 💅💅💅" about it like

eddie slowly blinks twice, enough for buck to know how truly drunk he is. "You brought him here." Eddie just repeats dryly.

"Yeah," buck responds lamely. "It was just one night... he wanted something more, but that never even blossemed into anything. I know you're probably a little mad-"

"Mad?" eddie asks. "why woukd i be mad?"

"Ummmmm... Well, I don't know how to tell you this bit you tend to get posessive. I kind of figured, since we got this whole... not dating, thing going on, you'd be a little. Y'know."

Eddie just laughs dryly, and buck's stomach does a flip. "Oh, sweetheart, why would i be jellous? He had you for one night. And while i do, well, want that-" (Buck blushes so hard he's pretty sure he coukd be used as a flashlight,) "-He only had you for one more night. We have almost ten years together, a house, a kid..."

"So you're not upset that my ex and i... um... christened the living room?"

"Buck, baby, you could go out and adventure all you want. Untill we've got everything figured out, you're on free reign. But at the end of the night, you always come here- to our home -back to me." He gives buck this preditory look, canines flashing and all buck wants to do is bear his neck. "Aint' that right, sweatheart?" He grins and Buck. there's a drawl there, its only slight. Buck has heard it before when eddie was very mad or very drunk, but it hits so diffrent now. buck feels faint. please universe do not let him pass out durring the hottest converstaion he's ever had.

"Yeah." Buck agrees without thinking. "i'm yours. even tommy could read that writing on the wall."

"Is that so?" eddie asks, and his tone is so deep. buck might just do something super embarssing like moan mid conversation if eddie keeps talking like that while looking like that. He leans closer into buck's space, the smell of the beer on his breath mixing with his aftershave and faint laundry detrgant smell assulting buck's senses. "Say it again, Buck."

"I'm yours." Buck lookes deep into eddie's brown eyes. "I'm yours and you are mine."

Eddie pounces on him and buck never thinks about tommy again.

How to solve the whole situation once they've found Ciri...

Snapetober 2024! Day 1: Warmth!!

For @superfallingstars Snapetober 2024 prompt for day 1, warmth. This is an AU where Snape has somehow miraculously survived Nagini’s bite.

Severus is aware of movement as he hears long strident footsteps approaching his hospital bed. He knows it’s not Potter, who often tries to muffle his steps in order nodt to disturb his sleep. The only other person visiting would be Minerva, who had been coming daily to check on him no doubt to his irritation. Severus opened his eyes and faced the tall looming figure of Minerva standing by his bed, just as she made to sit down.

“Evening Severus.” She bristled, sitting down on the hard chair by his bed, and pulling out the Daily Prophet newspaper to read. She’d be fool to think any conversation with Severus would be forthcoming. Severus gave no reply but watched her open the paper and flick the pages to where she wanted, and began to read without further comment. Severus watched her for a minute or two, it was always the same routine when she payed a visit. She would greet him, and then open the paper to read in silence.

“Why, did you save me?” He finally asked hesitantly, unsure weather he wanted to know the answer at all.

“Why?” Minerva frowned snapping the paper shut and folding it away, before finally facing him. “Well it was, it was Potter really, I mean Harry had wanted us to go attend to your body, wanted you to have a proper burial and be buried with the other Order members. He told me he would explain once I’d found someone to collect your body. He thought you were dead.” Minerva sighed and rubbed her face, no longer looking at him. She couldn’t face him he noticed whilemi giving her explanation. He knew she hadn’t finished, there was more, he would wait for her to continue when she was ready.

“When I heard you had been bitten, that you had died, I had to see for myself. I gathered a few people and went to the shack with Harry in tow. I didn’t believe him, I didn’t want to believe him. But then when we saw you lying there as Harry had said you would be, I thought, we all thought you were dead. What other explanation was there. But I still wanted to see you up close, before they took you away. Harry and I went closer, he stood by me as I bent down to, I don’t know Severus, to say goodbye. But then as got closer I saw it, just a tiny movement of the chest, rising and falling. So small and soft, one wouldn’t have been able to see it without looking closely. I checked your pulse, it was there, slow and weak, you didn’t have much time, I knew that much at least. I decided to levitate you myself and decided I would take you to the hospital wing, I needed to hurry, time was short. Without waiting for anyone else I began to levitate you and walk quickly away with everyone running after me, as I explained that you were indeed still alive.” Minerva looked to the window opposite his bed in thought, as the memories flooded her mind.

“I knew I had to save you, that I had to do something. I called Poppy and told her to work quickly and swiftly, as we didn’t have much time left. Poppy worked fast to remove the poison, and miraculously somehow was able to reverse any damage to your organs. I was so grateful that we had succeeded. I lost one dear friend Severus, I couldn’t save Dumbledore, but I had a chance to save you. I couldn’t bare losing another one of my dearest friends Severus, I couldn’t bare it if I were to lose you too.” Tears began to slide down her face as she finished her tail.

“What do you mean Minerva, how could you still call me a friend after what I did? I’m the reason you lost your very oldest and very best friend.” Severus choked out with a frown.

“Harry explained everything while Poppy worked to remove the poison, what you did, what Dumbledore asked of you Severus. I know all about that, how Dumbledore died and why it had to be your hand. You did a brave thing Severus. Dumbledore may have been my oldest friend, but best friend? I have many a friend and acquaintances Severus, but I had two very best friends who held a special place in my heart. Yes one of them was Albus Dumbledore, and the other was you. Who else would I ever compete with over the house cup.” She smiled at Severus with fond smiling eyes. “It’s as I said Severus I could not bare to lose you after losing Dumbledore. With the both of you gone, I would have nothing to live for, except the students and this school. But I would have no one else to compete with or banter with, or have scorn me for ruining their day. That is should you still want to stay here at Hogwarts of course, after all you are free to leave and pursue other options if you wished. Your duty to Dumbledore and the school has expired. It’s up to you.” Minerva hesitated watching Snape now for any indication of his thoughts.

“But here at Hogwarts you do know that, you will always have a place to call home, and friends who will be there for you. I will always be here Severus always.”

As McGonagall’s words washed over him, Severus felt a strange feeling take a hold of him. He felt a warmth like he hadn’t felt before, something good and wonderful filling his insides.

“I’m glad I have a friend in you Mini,” Severus whispered using the nickname he’d often used when they were alone, “and as am I to you and I will always be there for you too. I would love to return to Hogwarts, only to beat you for a few more years yet in the house cups of course.” Severus smiled, and for the first time in as long time, the two friends began to laugh like old time, as thought time had not passed between them.

When Minerva finally left the hospital wing, Severus found that warm feeling was still there, stirring and floating within his heart. For the first time in his life, he felt he truly belonged. That he had true and real friends who cared for him, something he’d longed since his childhood. To be loved and wanted, and be surrounded by people he could count on. Severus closed his eyes and savoured that warm feeling and stayed that way for a long time. For the first time in a long time. Severus Snape was happy.

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Oops! That wasn’t supposed to turn into a little ficlet, it was just suppose to be a short dialogue thing. But my thoughts and fingers carried me away. I hope you enjoyed that and like my picture. I think day 4 might be a little darker. I’ve got a horrible angsty idea for that one, possibly based on Natalie Embruglia’s song torn. But may change my mind. We’ll see. Not sure why I’m thinking ahead when I haven’t even thought of day 2 yet. Eek!! Also I’m doing inktober as well, so these may come a little slowly and may continue after the moth has finished. I’ll do my best.

Ps. It’s not edited so there may be a few mistakes here and there. Sorry about that.

Alright so I got the idea of steddie based on a song “Memories” by Conan Gray.

Imagine them both secretly dating before season one, doesn’t matter how or why, that’s for your imagination. Anyway they break up over something silly, they’re both insecure teenagers and it really could be like jealousy or fear that someone would find out. So the action goes onto season one and Steve starts dating Nancy as canon and gets into Upside Down stuff. And after seeing and experiencing all the horrible things, after getting his first nightmare he goes to the only person he knows of that’ll make him truly safe. He goes to Eddie. So now late at night, months after break up, Eddie opens the door to his trailer to find out it’s miserable looking Steve, all drenched because of heavy rain outside, seemingly coming all the way here by foot as there is no sight of his car. So what choice does Eddie really have? He lets Steve in, gets him dry and give him some beer he got stashed for tomorrow’s night with the boys. Which leads to drunk Steve laying on his kitchen floor rambling how Eddie is the only person that gets him, how safe he feels with him, how he miss him and how much he regrets how the things ended with them. And Eddie? He dies a little inside because he knows as soon as Steve wakes up in the morning, he’ll leave without a word and none of his words will matter. All he’ll be left with is another reminder that Steve isn’t his anymore and probably never will be again. But now he feeds on those words because he also thinks that Steve is the only one that gets him, that he feels safe with him, that he miss him and that he regrets how things ended with them.

"Could you play with my hair?"

So, here's a tiny one-shot that never really went anywhere and ends kinda abruptly; but I don't want it to go to waste in my files, so I'm sharing it here.

It features my Hazbin OC, Serenity and Blue (aka 2p Alastor); just a quick and cute little interaction based on a sentence prompt. Enjoy!

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“Serenity, w-why are you up here?” Blue asked, holding his mic close to his chest. “Are you hiding from me? I-I'm too much, aren’t I?”

Blue was about to turn and leave, specks of tears already forming in his eyes; but Serenity stopped him, stretching her hand out towards him. “No no, I just thought I’d hang out in my room for a while. Come and join me.” She insisted, patting the spot on her bed next to her.

“Are you certain?”

“Of course. Besides, I enjoy your company.”

Very much unlike his counterpart, Blue was a very sensitive soul. So, Serenity felt as though she needed to be a tad cautious about what she said to him; especially concerning their relationship. Blue always showed such distress over Serenity possibly getting bored and leaving him; this was always followed by a reassuring snuggle session to put Blue’s worries to rest.

Like a doe crossing a meadow, Blue‘s steps were hesitant as he slowly made his way across the room. Serenity kept her arm raised slightly so that when Blue reached her, he could easily slide in next to her; burying his face in her neck as his arms slipped around her torso. Serenity let her hand drop gently on Blue’s shoulder, rubbing it as he cuddled in closer — if that was even possible.

Blue mumbled something incoherent into Serenity’s neck; the only reason she could tell he said anything was the slight vibration his speech caused.

“I can’t hear you, Blue.” The brunette spoke in the softest tone she could manage.

The deer demon gently shuffled his face away from her neck to repeat what he wanted to say, “C-Could you play with my hair?” His already-lowered hair tuffs flicked as he nervously made his request.

Serenity smiled fondly down at her deer lover and placed a quick peck on his forehead. “Sure thing.”

The hand that once rest on Blue’s shoulder now moved to the top of his head. Serenity gently combed her fingers through the soft head of hair, occasionally petting down the two tuffs that resembled deer ears; although she wasn’t entirely certain that’s what they were.

Blue leaned happily into Serenity’s touch, his little tail flapping around under his tailcoat. He nestled his head back into the crook of her neck, planting a soft kiss here and there as a way to return the affection.

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VLD AU - The Collection

@rueitae​ said in a tag that they would love to see Pidge’s grotto, but I didn’t think I could really draw that well enough. So! I decided to draw a basic picture as well as a short drabble, just shy of 1,100 words. 

It’s not much, maybe not the best, but it’s a basic idea that Pidge keeps a collection of vehicles, land, sea, and sky, in a cave and old, hollowed out ship. It had been an idea I liked of Pidge definitely utilizing an old ship for a sort of home. And given some descriptions, it’s easy to assume that it takes place ahead of our own present time.  Anyway! I hope I did well and you all enjoyed. 

Ficklet #12

Oh shit a new AU uwu so I present you my fantastic post ragnarok au concept :DDDD In which it’s ten years after parenting au and Jason has since become an erthingy (the undead warriors of Vahalla that I can’t spell the name of :’) ) and Ragnarok has started. As he witnesses everyone dies, the young boy finds a mcguffin that basically gives him access to other universes and decides to move in between them to bring back the people they’ve lost.

Now picture this: you’re about to die in your own universe and a 13 years old twink you don’t know at all kidnaps you to come back to his own universe because, and I quote “You’re his Lenlen”... and to think that now he’s sleeping on you, a “blood thirsty”, ‘monstrous” vampire that had “betrayed all of their friends”...

-Mod A

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Liang glanced down to the sleeping boy resting his head on their laps as if they were just anyone and not monster in hiding. His sleep seemed rather peaceful and undisturbed, for the first time in months, according to the giant.

They brushed a strand of dirty hair away from his face; the boy was dirty, covered in dust, dry mud and some suspiciously-blood-like-smelling patches, as if he had spent months without a chance to shower properly -which, still according to the giant, had been the case.- 

Jason whined and they pulled him closer. How had he called them again? "Lenlen"? Liang wasn't quite sure what that was supposed to mean but it was quite obvious that it was somewhat of importance for the boy simply because of the way he had said it. Was that what they were to him? A "lenlen"? The giant had said something about being family and, the more they looked at the boy, the more they could see why one would think that.

With his freckles and his pinkish eyes, Jason almost reminded them of their sisters, but they knew for a fact that neither of them had a child, at least none as old as the boy. They did try to tell him he was mistaken, that they didn't have any nephew nor cousin of his age -or perhaps they did, but if it was the case, they honestly didn't care. Not after all that time- but it had been of no avail. Jason simply wouldn't take no for an answer.

As soon as the duo had appeared back in the small hideout, he had hugged them tightly and sobbed quietly in their shirt for a few minutes. It was… awkward, at best; Liang had patted his shoulder a few times as the other had offered the duo a sad look, safe perhaps for Kitlyn and Ace, whose quiet anger had only given them the want to retract on themself and vanish.