#page 788

[professorlegaspi]

ily: “I love you”

ilysm: “I love you so much”

inbsacykymtaftmiwdathyiwwqwgthytwocdih: “It's no big secret anymore, Ceel. You know you're more than a friend to me. I would do... anything... to help you. If working with Quiroz was going to help you, then what other choice did I have?”

[whatlurksbean]

What Lurks beneath- chapter 29 page 788

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[satorusfelicity]

recollections ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

gojo x fem!reader

word count: 788

a/n: decided to practice my writing (bc I honestly suck at it) by writing fanfics!

“Can’t you stay a little longer?” Satoru asks, although he already knows the answer. He always knew the both of you would end up here sooner or later; you did too, and so did everyone else. After all, life was only fair to its favorites.

“You know I can’t.” Your voice is low, barely above a whisper, glossy eyes trying to meet his, but he doesn’t dare to meet your face.

The people around you two are too busy having other places to be to notice the young lovers under a sign that leaves people like them with hollow, empty hearts.

“We’ll see each other again,” you promise, your thumb dancing around his wrist, trying to cheer him up. However, the white-haired sorcerer shows no hint of comfort from the action.

“And when would that be?” he asks, tears brimming in his eyes. He knew they'd end up like this. He saw this coming. But he was not the slightest bit prepared.

Maybe he was being selfish, Satoru thought. Because although you had a pain-stricken face, he also knows you need this; he knows that you two have to part ways. You’re selfish too, he deems in his head, dragging him along all these months knowing the outcome. Maybe if he wrote you as the villain in his novel, it’d hurt less.

You laugh as if it would help brighten the mood. Grabbing his face with both of your hands, you softly say, “It’ll be okay, 'Toru.”

And he nods, not having it in himself to say anything else. Thankfully, the universe decides to go easy on him as his lover takes this as her cue to leave.

Time has passed since he last saw you. Your voice is nothing more than an echo in his mind, and your smile, one he once knew all too well, still flashes in his head now and then.    

Everything seems to pass so quickly around him, but it’s as if his legs are frozen; he can't go anywhere else, forced to relive moments in his life he longs to forget. 

Maybe, he says to himself, maybe the universe isn’t going easy on me after all. 

His mind recalls the glances he stole before you two started dating and the awkward yet warming first couple of dates that happened not long after. Of course, in order to ask you out, he had to confess first. A chuckle almost leaves his lips as the projector in his head replays the moment you laughed after he confessed his feelings and how his body froze, realizing he was naive for thinking that you’d reciprocate his feelings. At that time, he didn’t know you laughed because you found his nervousness endearing. He knows this now because of the countless nights spent in your apartment, ordering takeout instead of reserving a table at the new five-star restaurant he promised to take you to one day. He’d take in the way your lips parted as his predictions played out on the screen in front of you two, only for his laughter to ring out in the apartment once he admitted to watching the movie the other night. That wasn’t the only secret shared on nights spent like this. With your head against Satoru’s shoulder and the credits playing in the background, you and him would retell the words written on the pages of your own youth and pour out what had you pacing at 2 in the morning.

The sorcerer's mind begins to wander further into the forest of recollection until the sound of his name halts him. Blinking himself out of his trance, he takes in his surroundings; the sound of footsteps coming from one retail store to another reminds him of where he is. Slowly, he turns around and sees you. 

Just like a scene from a movie, the world slows down as you make your way towards him, hands rubbing on the fabric of your jeans, a habit you often do whenever the nerves kick in. Finally reaching him, a small smile paints your face as you lift your head to get a better look at him. His mouth dries as his eyes dance around your face. 

“I’m sorry I took so long,” you break the silence.

It takes a moment for him to respond, but his eyes soften, and he says, “It’s okay.” 

He would never blame you for anything. 

The two of you stare at each other for a moment until he decides to wrap an arm around your shoulder with a playful smile. Walking down the hall, he guides you to the center of the mall, rambling about a dress he saw on display, leaving the sign of the women’s restroom behind.

I love my silly little drama queen sobsob

[fashionbooksmilano]

Hellbangers

Pep Bonet

Texts Pep Bonet and Steffan Chirazi, foreword by Rob Halford

Hannibal Books, Furnes 2021, 128 pages, 17x22 cm, hardcover with coloured edging, ISBN 978 916388 788 5

euro 60,00

email if you want to buy booksinprogressmilano@yahoo.it

The Hellbangers are the enfants terribles of a sleepy, diamonds rich country. Photographer Pep Bonet (1974, Mallorca) has been following Overthrust, a heavy metal band from Botswana, Africa, and shows us a growing, exciting and thoroughly organic heavy metal community. Ten years ago, one group existed. Today there are more than ten and their fans are growing every year. The inhabitants of Botswana portrayed in this book are tattood, wear loudly and proudly leather jackets, leather trousers and play heavydeath metal music. Imagine the DIY ingenuity of their costume creation involving harvested animal skulls and other natural elements. With names like Demon and Gunsmoke, it would be easy though to think they are thugs, but We try to be exemples. Rock is awild thing, but also something for the heart, says Gunsmoke, the heavy metal head. Here too, the lyrics of the songs are very critical towards societies, just like their western peers. Metal in Botswana is rebellious movement against authorities. This is the story of what looks at first to be an unlikely union, yet one which powerfully illustrates how music, how heavy metal music, has become a positively unifying force in an unlikely part of the world.

28/12/23

[bestedoesmeow]

c. leclerc x reader

instagram au

You and Charles definitely have something going on you want to keep it to yourselves but you are not good at it as you thought you would be.

p.s : hello everyone, first of all I wanna thank you for all the likes on my latest posts, I am glad you liked to read them. The thing is I want to write more short stories but my school started and I’ve got things to catch up since we are online due to earthquake so, I’ll be writing more short stories like “pop rocks” with other drivers just it’s gonna take a little time, hope you enjoy this one too💌

y/u/n

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Thanks to @scuderiaferrari and @charles_leclerc for this amazing opportunity, never thought it would feel this good to finally have the chance to drive a formula 1 car! My interview with the Ferraris is going to be on my page tonight, don’t forget to check it out💌

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user90: Just one word. Jealous😭

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user67 : No one can tell me that hold is innocent, Charles would never place his hands on a girl’s waist like that who isn’t his gf lmao🤔

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user78 : LUCKJKKYYY I AM GONNA CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP NOW 😩😩😩

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user12 : Am I the only one who thinks THEY LOOK SO GOOD TOGETHER whenever she is there to interview them I AM LIKE KISS ALREADY😖

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charles_leclerc : Thank you as well, it was an extraordinary experience 😊

user99 : Not the emoji charles LOL

user32 : You are in love no need to hide baby

charles_leclerc

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Took some photographs today that I am proud of, I am starting to feel confident about this…charles.jpg soon?

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user312 : Boyfriend material Charles is my favorite one💍💍💍💍💍

user781 : Show us the pics Leclerc😡

user687 : I bet we get y/u/n content lol it’s SO OBVIOUS

user777 : How do you know?leave people alone, get a life or sth

user455: How you not know must be the question calm down?

carlossainz55 : Ready for chili content🌶🌶🌶🌶🌶🔥

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y/u/n : Favorite photographer from now on😄

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Lost in some monegasque's dream💭

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user622: Now that’s what Charles meant by “photographs he is proud of”

user566: Charles posting about taking pictures and then y/n shares this? CAN IT BE MORE OBVIOUS?

user544 : Okay can we talk about how beautiful this human being is? Are you serious?

charles_leclerc : To be honest the best scenery photo I took :)

user077 : Well well YOUU SIMP😉

user321: Now it’s official what he meant by “ photos I am proud of”

[elektricangel]

Since I finished the ONQR AU, I've been going back and editing the core duology to create a manuscript for a personal print copy. It's the longest thing I've ever written and I wanted it on my bookshelf. Anyone else who'd like to have this series in book form is welcome to print your own copy from the same files (formatted for a 6" x 9" book, 788 pages) linked below. I used Barnes & Noble Press, but there are a bunch of print-on-demand book services out there. Of course, no profit can legally be made on this book (not even by me), but as long as it's a personal or gift copy, print away! 🤗

📙 Paperback File

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📖 Interior File

(If you'd prefer to place an order for the finished book through me rather than going through the hassle of printing it yourself, I can order and have it shipped to you at cost. Just shoot me a message.)

✨Thanks again to everyone who took a chance on this insane series, but especially to @/goosegrumble who came up with the ONQR team name (and thus, the name for the whole dang AU)!✨

And if you do want to throw some money at me, a reminder that these 3D printed Cloqwork Orange and Cloqwork emblems are available (with and without the little keychain loop) in my Etsy shop! I also have all the typical merch options in my Redbubble shop.

[homestuckreplay]

Boondollar Financial Crisis Imminent

(page 877-885)

Rose Lalonde is an absolute hero and a fool. With three minutes left until meteor impact and no safe place left to escape to, she logs into Sburb to check on John. And THEN begins explaining what she’s learned about meteors to him. John is so right to say ‘um, ok. i don't really think i get it. is this relevant?’ (p.880) I think both these two are smart and good at solving problems, but Rose is the only one who needs to provide a lengthy explanation of how and why she did it.

People in Homestuck sure love ascending and descending recently. I’ve found all the examples so far, and everyone’s had the chance to ascend, but so far only Rose and Jade have also descended. Also, the two most recent of these – [S] Jade: Descend and [S] Rose: Ascend – have both linked back to John’s rooftop battle.

page 660 John: Ascend to the highest point of the house.

665 [S] Dave: Ascend to the highest point of the building.

757 [S] WV: Ascend.

788 Jade: Ascend.

879 [S] Rose: Ascend.

840 Rose: Descend.

843 [S] Jade: Descend

Navigating via the Sburb interface is a moment where the second person perspective really pays off. I sure am Rose Lalonde right now. It’s also effective at showing us the state of John’s house (even more destroyed by imps and oil, windows broken, chunks of wall on the alchemiter, but no more ogres yet) without John himself having to run around and look.

The end of this fight is incredible. Nannasprite is the MVP, apparently able to make a ghost duplicate of anything in the house and a giant laser. She puts John in the oven. She puts him in the oven like a cookie???? Rose also helps out by dropping a fridge (ultimate bludgeoning weapon) and bouncing John, easily the bounciest of the four kids, off the alchemiter. But they’re both careful to give John the killing blow and therefore the experience points. He comes out triumphant, surrounded by grist bigger than he is, streaked with tar instead of blood. The silly elements, the teamwork, and the more comical antagonist of the ogre all combine to make this the opposite of Dave’s fight, where he was fighting alone, attacked by the person who should be supporting him, and ended up getting thrown down the stairs with no reward.

New grist!!!! The ogres drop both tar and mercury. If John has mercury and Jade has uranium, I wonder what highly dangerous element Rose and Dave will end up with. And with his level ups, John is now a Boy-Skylark, something I can’t help linking to ‘heir of breath’ – air, flying, sky, birds – especially as Nanna mentions the Sassacre prophecy just a few pages later.

I think it’s possible to interpret the spritelog on page 885, and Nanna holding the old Sassacre book in her aura, as her adding the message to the front right now. But I still think she wrote it when John was very young – page 759 is written as though Nanna is vague on how John will grow up – he is ‘no doubt’ handsome and strapping, but it’s unconfirmed – and there ‘will come a day’ when John goes on an adventure, but it’s written as if in the future. Also, if she were writing this now, I think Nanna’s words would appear in glowing blue ink because her powers seem to work like that.

The key insight from this spritelog, I think, is that when John goes through the first gate, ‘everything will change. You will find the place where the constellations dance beneath the clouds. And then your true work may begin’ which suggests that instead of building straight up, each gate will take John to a different location, and maybe he needs to find his way back to the house in order to build up again. This ‘true work’ is surely connected to the Ultimate Riddle, the point of all this that John still needs to find out (p.425) which is entirely unclear to me, the reader. Between the meteors, other planets, various chess piece entities, and mystical predictive powers, it feels like whatever is going on is too alien for regular human logic, made by something with a completely different understanding of existence.

This image from page 884 is so ominously composed. The soulless gray roof stretching off into the empty wasteland and John’s dark silhouette reaching out to it is incredibly eerie, a real reminder of how isolated John is. Now if I’m not mistaken, this is the hole John looked up through on page 539 – the one leading to his dad’s room. And that page was also composed with a lot of gravity, really trying to make what’s inside that hole feel important. But this time, Rose isn’t around to tell John not to go in. This could be a big moment for John, and we cold finally learn the truth about Dad’s business clown troupe.

John’s ‘do you think that instead of telling me exactly why that is with a clear explanation, you can give me a series of really coy riddles about it and then sort of giggle?’ (p.885) is holding hands with Rose’s ‘I require a font of frighteningly accurate yet infuriatingly nonspecific information. Do you know where I can find a wellspring of this sort?’ (p.838). It does help that they’re all written by the same person but it’s sweet to me when the kids talk like each other; I know I pick up turns of phrase from my friends so it really helps establish the closeness between them.

> John: Attempt to captchalogue a unit of build grist.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Researchers and monster hunters are gathering in the United Kingdom's Scottish Highlands this weekend to look for the eternally elusive Loch Ness Monster, the biggest search for the legendary beast in more than 50 years.

Somewhere beneath the shimmering surface of Loch Ness lies Nessie, the legendary sea beast whose reputation spans nearly 1,500 years — at least, that's what monster hunters and Nessie enthusiasts from around the world hope to prove Saturday and Sunday.

The Loch Ness Centre and the research group Loch Ness Exploration are asking all aspiring monster hunters to join in on the biggest search since 1972.

"Our purpose is to observe, record and study the natural behaviour of the Loch and phenomena that may be more challenging to explain," the Loch Ness Exploration Facebook page reads.

"If you believe that the Loch Ness Monster exists then we invite you to join the search, we equally invite you to support the study of the Loch and the natural behaviour of the elements that may be the root cause of these strange reports from Loch Ness."

Investigators are breaking out all sorts of technology, including surveying equipment the Loch Ness Centre says has never been used on the freshwater lake before.

Drones with infrared cameras will fly over the lake and a hydrophone will be used under the surface to detect "Nessie-like calls," the Centre says.

Volunteers will also participate in a large surface watch of the loch, scanning the surface for any irregularities.

However, due to an "overwhelming demand" from enthusiasts, the group is no longer accepting applicants hoping to participate in person.

But the Loch Ness Centre says those still eager to participate can do so virtually through a livestream.

At 22 square miles and with a maximum depth of 788 feet, Loch Ness is Great Britain's largest lake by volume and second-largest by surface area, according to Encyclopedia Britannica.

Though the first written accounts of a monster are attributed to the Irish monk Saint Columba's encounter in 565 A.D., reports of a creature in the lake are depicted in ancient stone carvings found in the area.

But the legend of a monster lurking in the loch didn't garner greater attention until April of 1933, when a couple driving along the newly built road around the lake saw an animal they compared to a "dragon or prehistoric monster," according to the Scottish Maritime Museum.

More sightings soon followed, and big game hunter Marmaduke Wetherell was commissioned to track the monster down in December of 1933.

He said he found large tracks along the shoreline, but zoologists at the Natural History Museum debunked the tracks.

The following year was when English physician Robert Wilson took a photo, now known as the "Surgeon's Photograph," which appeared to show Nessie's head atop a long slender neck poking out of the water.

The picture was printed in the Daily Mail and the Loch Ness Monster was thrust into international stardom.

One of the participants in that search confessed on his deathbed that the picture was staged, according to the Daily Mail.

The Loch Ness Centre says there have been more than 1,140 official Nessie sightings.

Paul Nixon, the Centre's general manager, said he's excited to see what turns up after the waters are searched like never before over weekend.

"We are guardians of this unique story," Nixon said.

"And as well as investing in creating an unforgettable experience for visitors, we are committed to helping continue the search and unveil the mysteries that lie underneath the waters of the famous Loch."

[violettduchess]

Hello! This is my first time doing this, I hope I'm doing everything right. I'm usually more of a silent visitor... I'm quite nervous, haha... So, for your 1k First Kisses Celebration, how about Leonardo and 1. „An accidental kiss“? Thank you, and I really love your writing!

A/N: Here you go @blackpawprints 💜Thank you for requesting! (No need to be nervous 🤗)

Leonardo x Reader

Word Count: 788

Evening has settled over the land, a soft blanket made of starry-night sky and gentle breeze. Outside, the world is quiet and still. The mansion is at rest, with most of its residents either already in bed or out on the prowl for various reasons. Only a few windows are illuminated, including the arched window of the mansion’s cozy library. The oil lanterns within throw soft, yellow light across the wooden shelves, glinting off the embossed spines of all the books that fill them. You are currently next to Leonardo, a heavy, gilded book bound in soft black leather open on the table in front of you, heads bowed as you both search the pages, on a mission.

Less than twenty minutes ago, you had been sitting comfortably, discussing your travels to Italy when you mentioned visiting the Sistine Chapel. Leonardo, golden eyes alight with amusement, had you dissolving into breathless laughter when he told you that Michaelangelo had painted one very cheeky angel casually making an incredibly rude hand gesture at another figure. You shook your head. “I don’t believe it….” “Cara mia, it’s true! I will prove it” which had lead to you both hurrying toward the library with matching grins on your faces. Luckily, Comte’s interests have a breadth as wide as the sea and with just a short amount of searching, you found the oversized volume that had recently been published: the first-ever photographs of the famous ceiling taken by French photographer Adolphe Braun. An expensive purchase, no doubt, but one you are happy Comte made.

Now you and Leonardo are both leaning forward over the book, searching the black and white photographs as if they were those hidden picture challenges you had enjoyed as a child. Your bowed heads are so close together, your hair brushes his and you can hear the sound of his light breathing. His brow is furrowed in concentration as his long, elegant fingers carefully trace over Michaelangelo's famous figures, his touch feather-like. He smells like crisp parchment underscored by a tantalizing hint of the earthy smoke from his cigarillos. It’s a smell you have come to know and secretly, come to love. One that warms you, though you don't question the source of that sudden heat. He turns the page, murmuring softly in Italian. “Dove sei….” And then his hand stops and he breaks into a smile that could light up the whole mansion. “I found you! Here, cara mia. Look closely.”

Bracing yourself on the edge of the table, you lean down along with him, closer to the page. It’s a section of the ceiling with a depiction of the prophet Zechariah and behind him are two little cherubs, one with his arm slung casually around the other….and then you see it: his little chubby hand is indeed making a snarky, old-fashioned hand gesture, its tiny thumb stick rudely between its pointer and middle finger.

“I can’t believe–” You turn your head, your heart light with twin wings of surprise and delight.

“I told you-” He turns his head, warm with the glow of being right and proven so.

And your lips touch.

Surprise goes from something small and fluttering to a meteor, shooting across your body and bathing you in a shower of radiant sparks, ones that send your blood fizzing through your veins and heat floods your cheeks, your neck, your décolleté. 

Breaking away from him is instinctual even as your body screams at the loss of contact. You stare at one another, the motion of time stopped, suspended like a glistening raindrop on the tip of an unfurled leaf. Your breath is clutched by lungs paralyzed with shock even as your heart rattles the bones of your rib cage excitedly.

His eyes are dark pools of amber, backlit by a golden rush of desire. The longer you gaze into them, the more you feel yourself sinking slowly. They are the most beautiful quicksand, the most decadent morass. 

Your name passes his lips, soft as a prayer, powerful as thunder. 

The quicksand engulfs you.

The raindrop falls.

And you find yourself within the stronghold of his embrace, clinging to him as you both collapse to the carpeted library floor, kissing each other ferociously, like it's the end of world, the calm of the night disrupted by a storm of unexpected desire and booming want. You burn with the white-hot ache to touch, to taste, to feel, all of him. 

He rolls on top of you, pressing the length of his long body against you, his mouth everywhere all at once, his deft fingers finding their way through a tangle of soft fabric and lace, opening buttons and hooks, seeking tantalizing patches of warm skin.

On the wooden table, the art book lays open, forlorn and forgotten. It will be hours before a hand, trembling with the aftershocks of passion, finally closes it.

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[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

Megaman Production Art Scan of the Day #788:

Shingo Adachi's Story of Meteor Artbook: Page 53

Way more noticeable full-sized, but there is a lot of pencil dust and shading scribbles on these pics as they were originally put in the book, so I'll have to waive the white flag and leave enough of the cleanup as is.

We'll krump with you, Geo!

Full Resolution Scan: https://imgbox.com/2prvDebb

English Translation Scan: https://imgbox.com/C01Kb6Bg

[professorlegaspi]

Josh about his own emotions:

Josh about other people’s emotions:

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"EX-M.L.H.P. EMPLOYES STEAL GAS AND LIGHT," Montreal Star. July 6, 1934. Page 3. --- Both Convicted, One Sent to Jail --- Two former employes of the Montreal Light, Heat & Power Cons., J. Bastien, 7170 Drolet street, and Dalma Bertrand, 788 Marin avenue, were found guilty of the theft of illuminating gas and electricity, respectively, by Judge Lacroix today. Bastien was fined $100 and costs with the alternative of one month in jail, while Bertrand was sentenced to one month in jail without the option of a fine.

"I would ask Your Honor to be severe in these cases," J. Angus Ogilvy, the company's attorney, requested after Judge Lacroix had declared the pair guilty. "Both these men," he pointed out, "were former employes of the company and, as such, realized the dangers of their actions more than the average user of gas and electricity. I might say that Bertrand had been warned previously five or six times, but took no notice of our inspectors."

Inspectors of the power company recounted how they had found a piece of wire in the valve of Bastien's gas meter which allowed gas to be used without its being registered on the meter. In Bertrand's case, locks placed on the the meters had been broken, inispectors testified.

[wanderlustqueen-writes]

Queen Alice, for the Drunk Drabbles game may I get a number 4 please? Thanks! ✍️

Fandom: Attack on Titan

Pairing: Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoë

Warnings: Some swearing and crude language. Overall, SFW.

Word count: 788

This drabble is set shortly after the events of Hypothesis Number Two (you don't have to read the fic to understand this one, but it's definitely more fun if you do :P)

_________________________________________

"I’m too sober for this." 

Moblit Berner mumbled under his breath, letting his head drop, knowing full-well alcohol was off the limits until the end of his workday, which, unfortunately, was hours away. 

He sighed as his fingers continued to make quick work on the paper, not missing a single word that was being spoken in the room. He was starting to regret complying with Erwin’s request of taking the minutes of this private meeting, but, then again, there wasn’t much he could do against a direct order from a senior officer. 

"There is clearly no better use for this money than Titan research. How can you not see that?" Hange was already exasperated, arms gesturing chaotically as if to emphasize the point.

"What do you know about seeing things properly, shitty glasses?"

The sound of Hange’s open palms hitting the small desk that separated both sides of the budget war almost made Moblit jump. He gulped, seeing the Squad Leader's face begin to redden. A quick glance revealed Levi was in a similar state. Even the Captain knew better than to anger Squad Leader Hange, but he'd been walking on thin ice for a couple of hours already, and by the looks of it, they were both at their wits' end. 

"You know what?" Hange said with a forcefully calm voice that made shivers run down Moblit's spine, the palms slid through the wooden surface, bringing the Section Commander’s body towards Levi  "I changed my mind. Please take note of this, Moblit. We really should redirect this extra money to the tea budget. But make sure we order senna. I think a laxative is just what we need to finally get the stick that's stuck up the Captain's ass!"

“Ok, ok, let’s just all calm do-”

"Bite me, four eyes!"

An amused laugh came tumbling from Hange's throat "in your dreams, shorty!"

Moblit's breath hitched in panic as the taunt on the captain’s height settled in his brain. Hange and Levi were now both leaning forward on opposite ends of the small table, staring unblinking into each other’s eyes. There was also a shift in the atmosphere, a heavy charge  Berner couldn’t quite place.

He started to frantically search his mind for ways to stop that madness before they were at each other’s throats. Maybe if he faked a faint? The fourth squad was desperate enough to try that plan, and the only thing that stopped him was a single detail that would have escaped anyone who didn’t have the sharp eyes of an artist. The redness of Levi’s face, which Moblit attributed to anger, was concentrated mostly on his cheeks and had become a lot darker after the biting comment. Was Levi BLUSHING?

The realization started to dawn on him.

OH GOD!

Now the prospect of them fistfighting over the table was looking much, much better than the alternative.

“Tch. Shut up.”

Moblit’s wide-open eyes jumped anxiously from the face of one senior officer to the other, seeking any micro changes in their expressions. Levi’s eyes faltered, dropping to the Section Commander’s mouth for a second before going back up. Oh. Hange, on the other hand, let a tongue peek out, wetting the lips that were now curling in a small grin. Oh no! Oh nonononono, don’t you dare-

“Make me.”

***

“So, did you take notes on everything?” Erwin said as soon as Moblit walked past his office’s door, immediately laying down the document that he was reading.

“Yes, si-”

“Give them to me,” the senior officer took the papers from Moblit’s hand eagerly, quickly flipping through the pages, only minding the final section of the report. The fourth squad assistant watched silently as he skimmed through the lines, mouthing the words every once in a while. “A stick up his…”. Erwin’s eyes widened, making his thick eyebrows touch his blonde fringe. “Bite me”. Mouth agape. Then giggles. FUCKING GIGGLES. 

Moblit must have looked very appalled, because when he raised his eyes from the meeting minutes to look at the assistant, Erwin immediately went back to his serious expression, his chuckles transitioning to a fake cough.

“Thank you, Brenner. I knew you’d do a thorough job. Now, I have another favor to ask.”

No, you fucking don’t! 

“Yes, sir?”

“Take notes on their other bickerin- I mean, meetings. Please make sure those are thorough as well. If you could make a separate report on how you’re perceiving their relationship, that would be lovely. Thank you, you’re dismissed.” Erwin finished, going back to inspecting the previous document.

“Yes sir,” Moblit paused, pondering over the order, “on one condition.”

Erwin looked up, curiously.

“The extra money goes to the liquor budget. I’m gonna need it.” 

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Word Count: 788

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Jon Moxley, Eddie Kingston, Ortiz, Doc Sampson, Nora, Renee, (baby Page mention)

Warnings: injury mention, Mox facetimes his kid (i know some people don’t like kids mentioned), Renee is not explicitly mentioned as his wife so do with that what you will. yes this is kind of shippy. hangman likes mox. sue me

Author’s Note: I needed something after the end of the Hangman/Moxley match so here it is. hurt, angst, comfort. i’m pretty sure there will be a part 2. |READ ON AO3 INSTEAD|

Hangman hovered at the threshold of Doc Sampson’s makeshift clinic room for what felt like hours. Refusing to look inside, he overheard the shuffling movements of the good doctor and the mumbling replies from the man on the table. That almost nasally, albeit deep voice of the man whose face he wanted to cave in (kiss) not even hours ago. The doctor’s constant questions, the ones Hangman had heard over and over and over again after the first time they had met in the ring. He could hear the agitation in Mox’s tone rising, and Hangman’s heart ached at the sound. But he couldn’t bear to look up. He couldn’t bear to look inside. To catch a glimpse of Mox’s baby blues and feel the self-hatred, the pity, the disappointment wash over him again. That same feeling, that same fucking feeling from all those months ago.

“What happened?” What’s his name? 

Somebody brushed past Hangman, an almost shove. “You all right?” came the thick New York accent. A sharp pain stabbed Adam in the chest. Of course Mox would have someone here for him. Mox is a likeable guy.

He couldn’t hear what Mox replied. He sounded so far away, his voice a quiet murmur. Hangman continued to stare at the ground, his ring boots shaped in the cowboy style, forcing himself to memorize every sparkle, every white line, the pattern of the tile.

“What happened?” Eddie asked. What’s his name?

Adam swallowed a breath, choking back a cough, his Adam’s apple bobbing at his throat. His nose flared at the tears beginning to well at his eyes, and his vision blurred. He hadn’t wanted this to happen. This wasn’t what he wanted. Sure, he had wanted to win the match, but not - not like this. Never like this.

Someone else passed by, much shorter than Eddie. He recognised the man by his walk. Ortiz was quiet, but Hangman could hear the words. “Aye, Papi, que paso?” What happened? 

What’s his name?

Hangman wanted to vomit. He pushed off the wall with a hand, eyes never leaving the floor, turned to walk away. This was too much to handle, especially a second time, with a different perspective. He couldn’t do this again. He didn’t think he was strong enough.

He thought of the little boy waiting at home in his grandmother’s arms. His beautiful eyes, so very like his own. Of Mox’s daughter back in Cincinnati with her bright blues, just like Jon’s.

What happened? What’s his name?

Hangman sniffled as he walked off, his eyes and his nose stinging.

“Nora, baby!”

He stopped. Nora’s delighted squeal rang clear as a bell from the room. He turned on his heel, stopped just shy of the door. Listening. Waiting. Anticipating. 

“Hey, babygirl, what are you doin’ up? It’s past your bedtime!” Mox’s voice was like crystal, no longer far away from him, but so close that Hangman felt like he could reach out and touch him. And he wanted to. Oh, how he wanted to.

Renee’s voice, then. Hangman realised now - Mox was facetiming the girls. “She saw the match, wanted to make sure her daddy was okay.”

Hangman couldn’t see him smile, but he could hear it, and it made the tears well up again. “I’m okay, Nora, baby.” Mox cleared his throat. “Nora, I’m okay.”

It doesn’t matter what happened, Nora, he’s okay. He knows your name. He knows your name. Nora, Nora, Nora, baby.

Hangman stood at the doorway for another half an hour, relishing in the sound of Mox’s voice, his eyes closing. If anyone passed by, it would’ve looked like he’d fallen asleep standing.

Eddie’s voice walked through the door, along with Ortiz’s, both of them wishing Mox well, as they were slated for a match against House of Black in a few minutes. They had to leave. Hangman’s heart fluttered, wondering if they would say something. He kept his eyes closed.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Eddie said, shaking him a little. His voice wasn’t as loud as it had been, quieter now. “Hangman. Wake up.”

His eyes shot open. Eddie’s clear, grey eyes bore into him.

“He’s fine. He’s okay. Stop beating yourself up. Shit happens.”

Hangman’s eyes furrowed at the words, but the muscles in his shoulders underneath Eddie’s grip relaxed, easing his tension. He nodded.

Eddie’s head flicked over at Ortiz. “Listen, we gotta go. But he wants to see you.”

Ortiz took a step closer, put fingers beneath Hangman’s chin. “Don’t apologize. He don’t wanna hear it.”

Hangman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but they didn’t wait for a reply. They hurried off toward the stage, leaving him to face up to his own fears.