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mvltisstuff · 1 year

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hello again!! im the anon who requested sweet nothing (also, saw the edit note and don’t worry it was a fantastic fic and i love it, thank you so much for writing it ❤️) i was wondering if i could request another fic for buck where reader is like athena’s protege and she’s a lot like athena so athena and bobby basically play match maker for them, thinking they’d compliment each other very well but buck and the reader have secretly dating since they met bc they hit it off so well and athena and the 118 end up finding out and are shocked they had no idea. thank you if you get to this, no stress if you don’t. i hope you have a lovely day and remember to take breaks and drink water!!

the feels - e.b

summary: above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i love seeing these requests so much, please leave as many as you want, this one is so sweet 🫶🫶 i wanted to recreate the funny scene when may walked in on athena in bobby’s turnout 😭

the grants were sitting in the kitchen waiting for another delicious meal from bobby to be ready to eat. athena was sitting down, playing a card game with her two children as bobby was stirring a boiling pot. sharing stories about their days, athena begins her own.

“the station welcomed a new recruit today,” athena starts while cleaning up the cards. “i think i was telling you about her.”

“y/n? i remember you told me she was going to be working there, i just didn’t know she’d be with you.”

“she’s not riding along with me, but we’ve spoken a lot. she reminds me of myself. she’s young but one of the most determined ones i’ve seen. i think she has a lot of great potential.”

“maybe you should bring her along one day,” bobby suggests. “she sounds cool, you should bring her to the station one night for dinner there.”

“i’ll have to check her schedule. she’s trying to get more comfortable in LA, so that could help her. give her some friends,” athena says. “i know she came here to get away for a bit, i’m not sure why but i think something at home.”

“might wanna be careful bringing her, now that i’m thinking about it.”

“what makes you say that?” she asks.

“i’m worried someone might take a liking to her. buck loves you, and he reminds me of myself. and if she’s really similar to you…” athena walks over to bobby, giving him a light kiss before beginning again. “i’ll see what her timing is, i’ll let you know so you can tame the lion.”

the next day at work, y/n walks in uniform with her chunky belt with her gear. she sweetly says good morning to the people at the front with a cup of coffee before returning to her bosses office. “y/n?” she hears someone say from behind her.

“sergeant grant! hello, i was just about to go get started,” y/n says politely to her superior.

“you can call me athena, officer.”

“ok, athena,” y/n has a bright smile that could be the source of light to the room. “is there anything i can do for you?”

��no, you’re all set. just making sure things are good for you here,” athena knows that she’s strong despite the kindness act she puts on. she’s seen she’s not afraid to stand up for herself against all the men at the station. similar to herself, she’s ready for anything god throws at her. “if you get off earlier tonight, i was going to the 118. my husband is bobby nash, and he’s having dinner. i thought it would be a good place for you to settle in.”

“that sounds great, athena. i get off a bit earlier today.”

“good,” athena says with a thin grin. “i’ll see you then, y/l/n.”

they both walk away, going to do their paperwork and jobs of the day. on the first call, they had to deal with a specific threat, making two arrests as y/n shoved them back into the car.

she had easily clicked into her workplace, impressing everyone with her skill and ease with the job. her quick thinking came in extreme need, and athena knew she was going to be one of the best eventually.

after another call, the fire department had been at a site of a crash with drunk driving robbers. the police had been called to observe the suspects and ask them questions about the accident and even before that. after some of the crash on the street was cleaned up, y/n had been on the side, informing dispatch on the current nature of the situation. she was hanging around near one of the trucks when a man, couldn’t have been over 30, walked over to her.

“hey,” he says with a seducing smile, looking her uniform up and down. “i haven’t seen you around yet.”

“i’ve just started working here, i was a cop before but i recently moved here.”

“you liking it? LA can be a lot,” he tells her. “i’m evan buckley, 118. buck.”

y/n smiles and shakes his hand. “you’re from 118? athena and bobby invited me over for dinner tonight.”

“y-you’re y/n?” buck asks, a little surprised. she’s gorgeous, her hair was done back in neat braids. her uniform complemented her well, making her look like a boss, but also looks sweet with her bright smile and laugh. buck noticed her beauty and grace in handling herself.

athena and bobby stood to the side, meeting up at the end of the shift. “i think it’s too late,” bobby says, pointing to y/n and buck flirting very clearly to everyone but themselves. athena would never admit it, but she was actually happy. she thought buck needed woman like her, and she needed one like buck, and after a whole night of convincing each other before bed, they finally decided to take up a new career in match making.

the dinner had gone well, the team asking y/n about her past and why she wanted to become a cop. someone in particular was mesmerized by her stories. “so, y/n, where did you grow up?” eddie asks.

“i was raised in boston, and i went to suffolk for criminal justice,” y/n says. “i knew i wanted to help people, and i came to LA as an escape honestly. just try something new.”

they all nod and smile as they finish their food, laughing about shared stories and the two spend the night eyeing each other.

a couple months had gone by, and buck and y/n had been better close. very close. they were seeing each other almost every day, meeting up outside work to see each other. for being a bad liar, buck was hiding their relationship very well. they started dating a few weeks after the dinner, and no one had any idea. or at least they thought.

buck was definitely head over heels for y/n. she was a person who dominated wherever she was, but carried herself around with respect and a soothing personality. coming home from work, she was always a person to talk to. her sweet and gentle words were always a comfort to him. he thought she was the most lovely person ever.

y/n was obsessed with buck after she met him. he was incredibly charming, being able to light up a room at any time. being able to spend time with him at the end of their shifts was truly the highlight of her day, and she hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. he helped her get settled in the new city that she was venturing. he was always a shoulder to lean on during the bad days, and one to celebrate with after the good ones.

chimney and maddie had been driving over to bucks apartment. they had all agreed to have dinner together so she could spend time with her little brother.

buck on the other hand, had been too preoccupied to remember the plans.

y/n was dressed in a lace bra and panties set, wearing bucks work shirt with his name and badge on it. she was sitting on top of the counter with buck standing between her legs.

when chimney and maddie walked in, they saw bucks bare back, and both of their half-naked bodies. luckily, buck still had his boxers on, and y/n had his shirt. her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of handcuffs in her hands. “oh my god! evan!” maddie shouted and buck turned around.

“jesus, maddie!” he yelled and his immediate instinct was to cover up y/n. “what are you doing here?”

“some of us had dinner plans,” chimney adds, watching in a humorous way.

“you had dinner plans?” y/n asks.

buck throws his head back in frustration. “im sorry, guys, i completely forgot.”

“clearly.” maddie and chim say, together. “we’re going to go in the hall, give you a minute. while i call bobb-“ chim starts.

“no! do not call bobby because then he and athena will hate me!”

“i think athena would fire me,” y/n says.

“are you kidding? they’ve been trying to force you two together for months!”

y/n and buck give each other a confused look because they both thought they’d want them separate. surely, they weren’t stopping it but they especially didn’t think they would encourage it. they start laughing at each other hysterically at the thought of their superiors trying to get them hooked up. maddie and chimney exit in a hurry, leaving to the hallway.

“well, wanna continue?” buck asks and y/n gives him a questioning look.

“we have like 2 minutes, babe,” she smiles. “i don’t know if we have time.”

“you doubting me?” he says, leaning back in and kissing her again.

“prove me wrong, then,” she smirks and they spend their few minutes not wasting a second.

“bobby! sorry to bother you tonight, but you’re gonna want to hear this!” chim says after calling the captain.

bobby hangs up the phone, and is sitting next to the athena on their couch. athena hears the whole conversation. “i’ll quit my job if you quit yours, and we can start our own business.”

“agreed,” athena says, giving bobby a high-five at their dating app skills. “i will say i’m surprised they kept it a secret. she did seem a bit more upbeat though.”

“so what’s next? getting them engaged?”

“ok, woah. let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. we’ll give ‘em a bit i guess.”

“fine, but i’m getting every detail about this tomorrow from him.”

“i’ll get it from y/n, we will reconvene after a short recess.”

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #howie han #maddie buckley

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misanthropologymajor · 4 months

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to boldly go...

this is so based on my current tng watch and crippling addiction to cod fanfic of all things

Science Officer!f! Reader x Bridge Crew! 141

Star Trek: TNG AU (pt. 1?)

Human! Price- Captain of the Enterprise

Human!Gaz- helmsman/operations officer (liutenant)

Klingon!Ghost- security-officer-turned-first-officer (lieutenant commander)

Betazoid!Soap- new security officer (lieutenant)

Half Vulcan!Reader- sciences officer (lieutenant junior-grade), [giving them various nicknames because (y/n) feels clunky]

wc: 4k

warnings: rearrangement of rank (Starfleet doesn't have enlisted officers & the equivalent ranks would not be bridge officers), reader is the youngest but the other ages aren't mentioned, abduction, Ghost was raised by humans in a Worf-analogue-situation, (Ghost's parents were killed in a Romulan attack), slowburn, no smut, written before i started playing mwii

Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds; to seek out new life and new civilizations; to boldly go where no one has gone before!

As the turbo-lift doors opened, the familiar sounds of the Bridge Crew's squabbles filled the ears of the newest Chief Science Officer.

"Cap', 're you sure that MacTavish can actually read the Ferengi from this distance? I wouldn't put it past 'im to just wanna stir sumthin' up."

"Ghost, ye know damn well I wouldn' lie abou' somethin' like that."

Quietly walking to her station behind the caption's chair, the half-Vulcan began scanning the readings of the Ferengi ship. The Ferengi ship was peculiarly small and old-fashioned- at least a century old.

"Gaz, can you take us closer? One third Impulse, please." At Gaz's affirmation, Captain Price stood from his chair and walked towards the monitor at the front of the bridge. "Junior-grade, how many life signs can you read."

She startled, looking up from the inlaid monitor. "Only two, sir. It's a small ship, though there should be room for around thirty crew." Her gaze followed Price's to the front monitor, where she saw the short loop of Ferengi video broadcast. Both Ferengi men's large ears and prominent brow ridges glistened with sweat.

Gaz looked up from his controls. "Captain, the broadcast isn't coming from this ship."

"The distress beacon is, though. And the ship is definitely Ferengi." Ghost looked over Soap's shoulder to the security console.

"Price, be careful. We're getting close to the neutral zone." Gaz indicated to his monitor.

Price returned to the captain's seat, centered in the bridge. "Soap, keep scanning for other vessels. Ghost, hail the Ferengi ship."

"Price, they aren't receiving our hailing frequencies."

"Is anyone else thinking of Earthen anglerfish right about now?" the half-Vulcan mumbled. Then, louder- "They're down to just one life sign, Captain Price."

"They don' have shields up, Cap'n," Soap called from the security station. "I don't feel anything from the ship, either."

“Ghost, prepare an away team and get some protective gear. We’ll keep track and be ready to beam you back, but we need to know what’s happenin’ with that ship.”

“Gaz an’ the kid with me. Go get a compact medikit in case there’re any survivors, an' Gaz can tell us why it may 'ave stopped.”

As Gaz stood from his chair, the science officer rushed towards the turbo-lift, heading briskly down to the medbay. Swiftly getting the required supplies, she headed towards the transporter room, meeting with Gaz and Ghost.

"Three to beam to the co-ords Soap sent down." Ghost led the trio to the transporter bay, phaser in hand.

As they faded into shimmering white light, all three prepared themselves for the unknown of a seemingly empty Ferengi shuttle on the border of the Neutral Zone.

Following the briefest moment, they came back into awareness. Ghost was the first to reach full cognizance, the other two shortly following. The most immediately apparent thing was that the ship had not been abandoned by normal means. The cockpit was in disarray, and a trail of a mixture of unknown substances ended abruptly in the doorway.

At Ghost's indication of safety, the Vulcan activated the scientific tricorder to scan the trail. As the analysis loaded, she noted from the corner of their eye that both Gaz and Ghost tensed. Ghost's mask made the sudden lack of motion vividly unsettling. The tricorder loaded with a small chirp, indicating the presence of Ferengi and Romulan DNA. Abruptly, the shuttle lit up.

The ship began moving closer to the Neutral Zone. Soap's voice echoed from their communicators, "Wha' the hell are ye doin'? The Neutral Zone is right fuckin' there!"

"We're not trying to, Soap. I'm looking at the controls now." Gaz rushed to the lit-up console.

"Ghost, there's evidence Romulans here. We should get out of here, sir."

As the First Officer acknowledged the Science Officer, more words echoed from their communicator badges.

"Transport to away team, we've lost your location. There's some sort of interference." Tensions became palpable as the situation quickly devolved. Gaz frantically tried to turn the ship back towards the Enterprise. Ghost and the scientist worked on figuring out what left a Ferengi shuttle lost at the edge of the Neutral Zone.

Price's voice echoed through the ship, "Hold on, Away Team, reeling you in with our tractor beam." The ship jolted with the connection of the tractor beam, easing back towards Federation Territory.

Gaz began hitting the console, clearly frustrated by the lack of response from the equipment. "Ghost an' Cap, this shuttle isn't bein' controlled by this panel. This has gotta be a trap."

As two Humans, a Betazoid, a Klingon, and a half-Vulcan attempted to return the away team to the Enterprise, they were faced with a Romulan Warbird removing its cloaking device directly next to the Ferengi shuttle.

The Ferengi Shuttle was swiftly drawn in by the Warbird's tractor beam, half the distance from and twice the size of the Enterprise.

The science officer tapped the communicator on: "Sirs, this is not standard Romulan battle practices. Deception, yes, but blatant disregard for the Algeron Treaty? In just about two hundred years of conflict, they've never done anything like this."

"When did you become an expert on Romulan politics, Junior-grade?"

"Not the time, Garrick," Ghost aimed his phaser at the door between the away team and the interior of the Romulan ship. The other two quickly followed suit.

As the interior of the Ferengi ship dimmed, the shuttle bay door of the Romulan Warbird opened up. The ship slowed into the bay, and the environmental system hissed. Gaz was the first to feel it, and Ghost was the last.

As Ghost fought to keep his eyes open, he heard the half-Vulcan mutter about "anesthizine."

Gaz woke in a cell, his phaser and communicator on the manned desk beyond the forcefields. A few cells across the circular brig, he could see the Ferengi from the broadcast in a shared cell, and to their right was Ghost. "Ghost, can you hear me? Are you able to see any way out?"

"Damn Romulans cuffed me an' took my fuckin' mask. The door out of the cells is to your left, the kid's to your right."

"I can hear you, Ghost," she frowned. "They have our comms and phasers, and there's no way they've kept us in Federation Territory. Cap's gonna need to get approval from Admiral Laswell to follow us."

"Soap won't like that," Gaz said, standing from the cot to get a better view of the space. "Junior-grade, you said this wasn't normal for Romulans. Do you think we're working with an extremist group?"

"Definitely. I was awake when they were cuffing Ghost. They weren't in standard issue Romulan Star Empire Uniforms, and there's some wacky mods to this Warbird."

Ghost cut in, "At least they wan' us alive. We'd be long gone if they didn't think we could do sumthin' for 'em."

"'Specially with their views on Klingons and Vulcans. Nasty blokes."

"Thanks for reminding us, Gaz." She pressed her hand to the force field, searching for the weak point she knew wasn't there. As they searched, the brig doors opened with a hiss.

Three Romulans walked in, bearing phaser rifles. The centered one spoke: "I had hoped the Federation would be stupid enough to send a ship into our territory. Imagine my delight when that little ship sends me some a Klivan, a Hevam, and a Yyiyao wrapped in a nice little bow." (Romulan derogatory terms for Klingon, Human, Vulcan)

"Oh, what a shock: the Rihansu is racist. Where the hell are we?" (Vulcan [and Romulan] for Romulan)

"Hold your tongue, Yyiyao. I haven't killed you yet, but my mercy has limits. You don't even know why you're here yet!"

"Who the hell are you?" Ghost stood up abruptly, startling the non-speaking Romulans.

"Now, the Klivan is asking the right question! Who am I? And why would I capture two Feh'rengsu, a Kilvan, a Hevam, and a Yyiyao?

They call me Commander Makarov, and I will free my people from the barriers of the Neutral Zone and the Federation altogether."

"And you think that will happen by kidnapping a First Officer, Flight Control Officer, and a Science Officer?" Gaz sat on the cot in the corner.

"I'm not that foolish. You're nothing more than bait, tempting your precious Federation into breaking its own rules."

"You can't seriously think our Captain is stupid enough to follow us withou' givin' proper notice?" Ghost questioned.

"Oh, Klivan. He's already following us," Makarov grinned.

"I still don't get why you're tellin' us this." Gaz laid further into the cot.

"Either he's gloating or he's trying to get something out of us, be that intel or our charming personalities." The half-Vulcan wrung her hands, silently pleading for the Enterprise to be careful and give the correct notice.

The Ferengi began tittering with each other, briefly pulling the attention from the Starfleet officers.

"You three were victims of circumstance. But these two-" Makarov sneered. "These two will not try to swindle the sword of the Romulan Empire again."

Makarov's men turned off the barrier to the Ferengi cell. Each grabbed one Ferengi man and dragged them out of the brig. Makarov left the brig, questions hanging in the air.

"What a total dick."

"Thought you were supposed to be too logical for needless profanity."

"My Vulcan father lost the debate that determined what planet I was raised on. Before the Acadamy, I went to an Earthen public school, Gaz."

"Fuckin' hell you two, not the time," Ghost chastised. "Gotta work out what that bastard wants from us."

"Could be they want to kickstart a war against the Federation, relations have been easing in the past few-" Gaz cut himself off as the doors opened.

Makarov stepped through into the brig. "How lucky was I to have Captain Jonathan Price's crew, led by the Ghost, stumble on the ship I hadn't gotten around to destroying yet."

"What've the Captain or I got to do with you?"

"Don't tell me you don't remember us, Klivan! Not after our grand impact on your childhood."

Ghost closed his eyes and took a deep breath, setting his jaw.

"Now you remember me. I'll fill your underlings in. I was just an Uhlan, aboard the Perseus. A Klingon traitor sent us the codes to Khitomer's security system. Your Ghost was the only survivor."

Ghost's history was not frequently discussed on the ship, but his presence as a Klingon in Starfleet command made it clear that his life was full of unusual circumstances.

"And on top of that, your Captain is the one who convinced my previous Commander, that ryakna, to abandon the honor of our great Empire."

"The Cap's peace negotiations under Laswell? Not letting another Federation ship blow you all up for your secret base in the Neutral Zone? That's what this is about?" Gaz looked incredulous.

"He should have defended the great Romulan Empire! Why should we listen to rules set by your Federation." Makarov sneered. "The might of our great fleet could have destroyed all the Federation sent after us."

As Makarov continued on about the power of the Romulan Empire, the science officer tuned out. She focused instead on attempting to work out a method for contacting Captain Price from what was likely at least an astronomical unit away. She'd already ruled out the possibility of accessing their communicator unit, cobbling a communicator out of their tricorder, and breaching access on the communicator of the Warbird.

"But what sweet revenge, taking the sole Klivan survivor and two other crew from that peacenik, your Captain Price. How poetic that you will start the empirical expansion my people have been deprived of. I will return for you when your Federation breaks their own rules."

As Makarov left the brig, a quiet tension fell over the officers.

Gaz was the first to break the silence. "Do you think the Cap would be mad enough to follow after without getting Laswell up to speed?"

"Will the Romulan contacts deem this an acceptable reaction from Price in the case that he is this mad?" They buried their face in their hands.

"It doesn't matter what Price does, so long as we get the fuck off this damn ship."

"Ghost, what he said about your parents-"

"Doesn't matter."

"I know it doesn't, but I just want you to know you're allowed to be angry about this even if you don't remember it."

"Interesting take, coming from the Vulcan," Gaz interrupted.

"Half Vulcan. Born and raised on Earth."

"Neither of you are helpin'. Migh' as well just wait for Price 'f you're gonna keep gettin' distracted." Ghost pressed his hands against the force field of his cell. As each officer sought out their cells' unlikely flaws, they listened for any sounds around them.

After what could have been anywhere between ten minutes and an hour of searching, a set of footsteps approached them.

"Your Captain has demanded proof of life from us. Your scientist is coming with me." A Romulan with a jagged scar running down his face entered the brig. He approached the center cell and bound their hands, escorting them out of the brig.

The half-Vulcan yanked her arm from the Romulan's hold. "I can walk myself." She then ignored Gaz's protests, hoping that they were unnecessary.

Following a long walk, she was escorted onto a dark bridge. The Enterprise Bridge was displayed on the large monitor in front of the room. Price was in his Captain's chair, Soap above and behind him at the security panel. Both sets of eyes gently lightened at their Junior-grade, visibly unharmed and still slightly fighting their escort.

"See, Captain, unharmed. The other two are in the same condition, but I couldn't just release all of them, you see." Makarov brushed his hand across her face, earning three sets of glares.

"Lieutenant, are you, Gaz, and Ghost okay?" Price ignored Makarov's assurance.

Before she could begin her sentence, Makarov grasped her by her chin. As she wrenched herself from his hands, he spoke. "You've seen she's alive. My patience wears thin."

Even with the distance, she could see Soap's knuckles grip his console. "We're not followin' ye into the fuckin' Neutral Zone without word from her. S'bad enough ye didn' let our First Officer up."

"When I got grabbed to come up, Gaz and Ghost were okay. I wouldn't trust-" Makarov's hand clamped over her mouth, cutting her off. She had to fight the urge to bite the bastard.

"I didn't bring her up here to give away all of my surprises. Return her to the brig." Makarov looked over his shoulder to the scarred Romulan, who had brought her up.

She fought damn near the entire way back down, leading to another Romulan joining her escort. While she knew it would be fruitless, doing nothing felt more wrong. She felt like she'd wasted any opportunity to formulate a plan with the Captain, and hadn't fought against their captor enough to be respectable. Would Soap judge her, or, worse, would Price?

She shook the thought from her mind just as she returned to the brig. They moved her to the cell previously occupied by the Ferengi, where she was now unable to see Ghost and considerably farther from Gaz. They left her hands bound, and one sat at the guard station.

Unwilling to risk giving intel to the guard, all three sat in relative silence once she confirmed that Price had been in contact.

Gaz was humming an old Earthen song she couldn't quite place. Every so often, she would sigh dramatically. Ghost was the only one to remain entirely silent.

After about an hour, the guard received three trays at the door and delivered one to each occupied cell. Each tray contained an unappetizing green biscuit and a small cup of a grey drink. She and Gaz each took a half-hearted bite; Ghost refused to even look at the tray.

The half-Vulcan stood from the tray without taking a second bite. Instead, she chose to lay in the cot and nap—what was the worst that could happen?

It seemed that the worst that could happen was the ship going into a red alert, their guard leaving them trapped as he went to a battle station. The emergency lights flashed, and she could understand almost every other word of a Romulan emergency alert.

The alert seemed to indicate that they were under attack not by the Federation but by another Romulan vessel. She rubbed her bleary eyes and stood up.

"Just our luck— someone's attacking, and it's not Price." She smacked at the force field holding her in the cell. She could hear Ghost attacking his barrier as well and could see Gaz beginning to do the same.

"How do you know it's not Cap?" Gaz paused his attack.

"The emergency alert specified something about a T'liss, a bird-of-prey. They'd have said ih'calear if they'd translated the Enterprise's class."

"Since when do you know Romulan?" Ghost's voice echoed from the cell to her right.

"It's really not too far of a leap from Vuhlkansu, Commander. I took a couple classes in it at the Academy."

The alarm continued to go off, and the half-Vulcan did her best not to fret. From the size difference alone, a bird-of-prey against a warbird shouldn't have even been a blip in the radar. She strained to hear about a d'deridex, another warbird, but the alert kept repeating that the combat was against a T'liss class vessel.

What would a separate Romulan general do if one found them in this brig? Would they seek to continue the relative peace with the Federation by releasing them back to the Enterprise, or would they decide that the three weren't worth their lives and kill them, or worse, send them to a Romulan prison?

"Junior-grade, I can feel you worrying through the damn wall. Price or Laswell'll come, stop your fuckin' panickin'." She snapped out of her anxious spiral, mumbling a bit of gratitude to her commanding officer.

It took nearly an hour before the alert stopped its loop. It took a further forty minutes for anyone to check the brig. None of them expected the familiar Romulan to be the one to walk through the door, followed by their previous guard.

"Nikolai, you were the bird-of-prey?" Gaz beamed. The negotiations between Nikolai, Price, and Laswell predated the half-Vulcan's time as a bridge officer, but she had seen him on the screen, briefly, as she'd taken some data from the bridge.

"Best ship I could get with little notice from Laswell. Heard my old sublieutenant was causing issues."

"Thought you'd finally gotten out of military work, Nik. How'd you get even a lil' thing like that?"

"I have friends everywhere, Ghost."

The scarred guard reluctantly opened each cell door and unbound the wrists of the Klingon and the half-Vulcan. Ghost didn't respond, but she rubbed her wrists before introducing herself to Nikolai. Ghost grabbed all of the confiscated equipment, taking it for his crew.

"Good to meet you. Let's get you all back to the Enterprise, where you belong." He escorted the trio to the vehicle bay, where a bird-of-prey waited. Nikolai took control of the ship and navigated it towards the Federation edge of the Neutral Zone.

"Why would Makarov release us to you?" The half-Vulcan couldn't keep from questioning.

"The daeus would never have approved of Makarov's methods. The only way his plan worked was if it flew under the radar that he had blatantly disregarded the treaty in a way that was so obvious to the Federation." Ghost cut in for Nikolai.

"Basically. Definitely helped that after I retired from military, I started working for a Senator who wants peace with your Federation."

The return to the border of the Neutral Zone felt much shorter despite taking nearly twice the time. They flew with easy conversations with Nikolai, who admonished any crew who even thought about engaging in distasteful behavior towards their guests.

As they neared the Enterprise, Gaz couldn't convince Nikolai to come aboard and visit with Price. While Ghost stayed out of the enticement, the science officer leaned on and encouraged Gaz.

"We've done enough stretching of Algeron Treaty. Your Enterprise nearly got a light-year in to the Neutral Zone before getting the sense to contact me."

The trio gave Nikolai their fond farewells, and Soap came over their communicators to organize their transport onto the Enterprise. After they shimmered onto the transporter pad, Soap and Price ushered all three to the medical bay.

After being medically cleared and cleaning up, the bridge crew sat down for dinner in the Captain's quarters. Price had yet to emerge with his contribution to the otherwise replicated meal.

"How did you know to get Nikolai involved?" Gaz sat across from Soap.

"Mate, d'you ken that Vulcans are telepathically inclined? Our scientist thought so loudly abou' Makarov's plan that I could hear it from the Enterprise. Turned our ass around and Laswell got in contact with Nik." Soap leaned to his left and ruffled her hair.

Pointed ears warming, she pushed Soap's hand away. "MacTavish, maybe you've just got massive range on your crazy Betazoid telepathy."

Soap persisted, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. "Hen, I'd have heard the Lt. or Gaz if it was just that. You were loud an' clear from a light year away."

Price's door opened to the Captain, holding three bottles of wine. "I thought we all deserved somethin' a little stronger than synthehol after the shit we dealt with."

Ghost nodded from his position across from the half-Vulcan as Price took his seat between them at the head of the table. Price opened the wines, handing them out to each officer to fill their cup with their selected beverage.

The bridge crew ate with light chatter, deliberately avoiding the topic of the overly-Empirical Commander. There would be plenty of time to discuss the ambitious Romulan in the coming days.

The half-Vulcan struggled to ignore the touchy nature of the Betazoid to her left and the Captain's comforting touches on her hand. She focused on her meal and the First Officer across from her, not wanting the Betazoid to sense her flushed discomfort.

Ghost had never fully removed his mask in front of her before. She tried not to think about how ruggedly attractive he was, letting loose with his friends and her. Was she a friend now? Her line of thinking left her confused and slightly flustered, though she hoped it indicated that he at least thought of her as a friend. "Junior-grade, you've picked your drink up and sat it back down without taking a sip three times now. You can relax, luvvie."

Never in a million years would she have anticipated the First Officer using a pet name for her. She could have sworn her pointed ears were so warm that they were steaming, a flush spreading across her entire head. She choked on the sip she took to hide her embarrassment.

Soap patted her back to help her cough as Gaz gently admonished Ghost. "Our girl doesn't need that shit from you, Ghost." Ghost just laughed, seemingly in on the joke.

A stern "Boys!" from Price seemed to end the joke that the half-Vulcan was trapped outside of. The other three sat up straighter for the briefest of moments, playing into a joke.

After a more collective evening of conversation, the bridge crew each returned to their quarters. The half-Vulcan donned her sleep clothes and lay in bed, questioning the day's events. Her thoughts drifted between her Romulan abduction, the unaccounted-for Ferengi, and the dinner—what had Price meant when he called her "their girl?"

As the day drifted out, she imagined what strange new worlds they may encounter the next day.

Star Trek Guide (probably a little inaccurate, there's so much star trek in the world):

Klingons: humanoid warrior species with pronounced forehead ridges that go to about the coronal suture of the human skull. they often have long dark hair and distinctive facial hair- in essentially perpetual conflict with Romulans for the majority of the 23rd and 24th centuries

Betazoids: humanoid species with no physical differences from humans except for pure black irises. they have telepathy in both concrete thoughts and emotions

Vulcans: humanoid species that pride themselves on logic above all else. Many are capable of a form of telepathy known as a mind meld, which is part of the intimate life of Vulcans. They are closely related to Romulans. Both Vulcans and Romulans have upturned eyebrows and pointed ears. prior to 370 AD, Vulcans were very warlike. A philosopher at the time led the transformation of society from violence to logic (Spock is a notable half-human-half-Vulcan)

Romulans: humanoid species that prioritizes conquest, in conflict with the Federation and Klingons. as Vulcan evolved from violence to peace, some dissented and left the planet to settle on the other two planets in that star system. Romulans were born from the dissenting Vulcans and indigenous populations of the settled planets. Some Romulans also have brow ridges in a "V" on their foreheads, although others are indistinguishable from Vulcans.

Ferengi: humanoid species that prioritizes profit above all else, and are notorious for their misogyny.. typically hairless, with large skulls, disproportionately large ears and brow ridges, orange skin, blue fingernails, and sharp teeth. (yk what no matter how accurately you describe the Ferengi, it's difficult to picture them without a picture)

#cod au #cod fanfic #141 x reader #ghost x reader #cod mwii #cod mwiii #cod x reader #star trek au

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veeranger · 1 year

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Vee’s Steam Summer Sale 2023 Recommendations

as always these are just personal opinions etc etc please look up some real reviews before buying a game if you aren’t sure and remember that steam will give you a full refund if you have less than 2 hours played in under 2 weeks.

im going to try to recc stuff i havent shilled every 6 months for the last 5 years but the VNs are going to be the same as always honestly

Fighting Games

Guilty Gear -Strive- Ultimate Edition 2022 ($55.99)

yes im specifically saying buy ultimate edition because it has all the dlc as of this writing. buy the base version if you want but i hate playing fighting games with incomplete rosters.

anyway this is my favorite fighting game, bar none. this is the game that after years of screwing around on a bunch of other games finally got me to really want to get better and actually play against other people. there’s a super active playerbase and at least another year of support from arcsys on the way. the best time to start playing strive was a year ago but the second best time is right now.

Idol Showdown (Free)

yes im shilling a free game here. idol showdown is a good fighting game and the result of like three years of hard work from a small team. try it out and give them some love

Nitroplus Blasterz: Heroines Infinite Duel ($4.99)

this is not a good game but it is a funny game. saber is in it.

Narrative Games

AI: The Somnium Files - $7.99

one of the finest mystery games you can play imo. maybe uchikoshi’s best work. a perfect blend of mystery, character, and style. every character and conversation is compelling in its own way and every little thing builds up to the huge moments which makes them all feel totally earned. as always uchikoshi is a genius in the way he blends his signature branching timeline style with the themes and core concepts of the game. the twists and turns this game goes down are so crazy that weeks later you’ll still be realizing how all the little things you thought were just quirks were actually foreshadowing. cannot recc this enough tbh.

Zero Escape: The Nonary Games - $11.99

another uchikoshi joint, also extremely good. ive only finished 999, the first game in this collection, but i can recc it just based on the strength of that alone. whereas somnium is a murder mystery, 999 is a visual novel about being trapped in a murder game interspliced with escape room segments. whatever you think you know you dont, 999 will take you down so many twists and turns you’ll be fucking dizzy when you’re done with it. big recc.

VA-11 HALL-A: Cyberpunk Bartender Action - $10.04

i could probably talk about this game for as long as the others, even though its way way less complex. va-11 hall-a doesnt have a huge sweeping story with insane twists and massive reveals, but what it does have is an extremely personal narrative about loss, healing, and just living your life the best way you can in a horrible dystopian world. the cast of characters feel utterly real and you learn about the world they inhabit through interactions with them, rather than being infodumped by exposition. everyone has their own story and everyone is just trying to get by, including you. one of the best small scale personal narrative games ive ever played.

Night In The Woods - $9.99

another vn i would consider “small scale” but equally as impactful. nitw is a story about a disillusioned and struggling college drop out returning to her economically declining home town. nobody is secure, nobody is happy, everyone is suffering through their daily lives. you follow mae as she struggled to readjust to her childhood home and the people she left behind. until something happens that changes her priorities radically. all ill say. despite how i just made it sound, nitw is not all depressing. theres lighthearted moments and wacky days to cut through the bleak fog, as well as genuinely heartfelt moments that feel very earned. nitw is a game i think that everyone struggling through their 20s should play.

Grim Fandango Remastered ($3.79)

i know this is an old school adventure game and you might yell at me for sort of grouping it in with the VNs but i dont care. its a classic, its a beautiful game, everyone should play it. its old, it controls like shit, the puzzles are obtuse, but the experience is wonderful and memorable. its cheap as hell just go for it.

Action

Assault Spy ($4.99)

this goofy ass game is fun as hell. its a very dmc style character action with upgrades and moves to buy, and it actually has a pretty goddamn good mechanical system in place. the gameplay loop rules. only warning is this is not well optimized so watch your computer doesnt explode.

Marvel’s Spider-Man Remastered ($40.19)

i shouldn’t even have to shill. a must play for any spider-man fan. one the best spider-man stories ever hands down. such an incredible experience seriously. i cant even say enough here, if you haven’t played this yet you should do it asap.

Marvel’s Spider-Man: Miles Morales ($33.49)

everything i just said for the first game goes here too. a MUST play for miles morales fans. the combat is even better than the first too. you won’t regret playing this trust me.

Marvel’s Avengers - The Definitive Edition ($5.99)

no i’m not joking. ok well i kind of am but this game is getting delisted in september. it is an unforgivably mid piece of shit but if you have an interest in game preservation or playing something so bad they’re killing it forever, well here it is. they made all the microtransactions free btw.

Others

Tinykin ($13.75)

its like pikmin but its legally distinct! i like this game a lot, it has a very cute art style and its got easy to enjoy gameplay. i find it very relaxing. there’s a demo.

System Shock 2 ($2.49)

i will never stop shilling this game. fucking play it. its a cornerstone of video games. one of the most influential pieces ever put to pixel. you owe it to yourself to experience this if you feel any interest in it. maybe read a guide though its unforgiving if you screw around with your build.

Dead Space [2023] ($41.99)

exceptionally good. i dont have to shill the old shitty pc port of the original anymore. an A+ remake, i think it improves on the original in every conceivable way.

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night ($11.99)

such a goddamn good metroidvania. its almost like the platonic ideal of a castlevania game. a true spiritual successor to SOTN. this isnt your dime a dozen soulslike vania, this is a true vania game in the best original style made by basically one of the core founders of the genre.

STAR WARS™ Knights of the Old Republic™ II - The Sith Lords™ ($3.49)

its a fuckin classic rpg. one of the best of the era. get it on pc so you can get that extended content mod they promised to import to the console version and then cancelled.

Save Room - Organization Puzzle ($2.09)

this is just a cute puzzle game. i like it.

#veepost

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Soulfire Purgatory Day 4-5

Day 4:

-Tubbo and Peirre check out the new portals to center

-(im not sure what pac got up to in total today I think he gathered materials for the global tasks)

-Tubbo found how to make sugar for global quests and made a small ‘bee farm’ to get the honey for sugar

-they didnt turn in quests tactically coming off there losses they discovered that turning in quests at the last second of the day is best. So they gathered materials and kept it in there pockets

-all of blue died in a hunger event and kept repeatedly dying in their hell spawn, the admins took pity on Blue after this and moved there spawn to the beach where there base is. (Hooray)

-bad makes a bike and traps reds loop portal to center

-Bad needed to kill for the win today and Tubbo let him off the reigns they went to green and killed Bagi they tried looking for roier but couldn’t find him they then went to red and spotted Jaiden,

-they followed her for a little while then Tubbo confronted her It was bads daily task to kill her but as he went in tubbo sniped the kill from him

-Bad to start felt bad and didn’t want to kill her originally more then once but since the kill was already made he committed to spawn camping her to wrack up the score. he tried to escort Jaiden afterwards to her original stuff because he felt bad but of course she didnt trust him anymore and used her wits to get away from him

-tubbo logged off by the global task npc with 15 minutes left so he could turn it in in the last minutes of the day telling bad about the bees to get more sugar for candy

-pierre worked on an enchanting set up

-bad went back to blue base to work on tasks when jaiden lets quackity spawn kill her for points. Bad instructs pierre to run to red base to kill quackity, while bad races to green base so he can spawn kill quackity.

-quackity left the premise before Aypierre arrived so Pierre has to kill Jaiden a few times to get points he feels bad and negotiates to lead Jaiden to green base as bait he also leaves a chest at reds base with materials for the global quest for bad to retrieve.

-Bad waits at green and rummages around and is met by Jaiden and Pierre. Jaidens gets away collecting a goblin merchant while shes at it. Pierre is kicked for time

-bad waits at green base collecting honey from a near by bee hive. Quackity slips by and dies of natural causes and combat logs as Bad comes near

-Bad goes back to blue to collect more honey near blue base, delibrates with Tina as she collects more materials then sets of for red to the chest Pierre left behind

-Bad is crunched for time and needs to log off with 15 minutes to spare to relog for end turn in, Slime calls to him for a duel and Bad kills on sight. He then goes to red spawn to kill more but discovers that the admins had now placed a barrier. Bad discovered he could shoot arrows in and killed slime and jaiden as she had spawned there after death and they were spawned killed by bad till a black cat (admin) chased Bad off (breaking his helmet with a frying pan)

-Tina is lead by a cat to red base as everyone is hanging out there chilling, she has a cute moment with Bagi

-Bad and Tubbo log on in the last few minutes and secure the win.

-Tubbo his hunted down and killed by Cellbit, Roier, and Slime

Day 5:

-with the win from yesterday they wanted green to win today (to even the score in case of cursed team rules) so focused on gearing up for future days

-Tubbo mined a lot for exp to enchant

-Bad and Pac made a secure secret base

-Tina is killed by Fit at some point on this day

-Bad mined a lot for materials and exp. He made a decked out armor set and then went to see if he could discover where red’s secret base was, based off when Tubbo and Bad had followed her the day before

-mariana logged on Bad couldn’t really help him out because he was far away on a time crunch but after finding nothing he returns and gives him full iron armor

-in the last few minutes bad had he talked with Bagi and built what he could for the egg event (a tiny pitiful tower platform of cobble) before kicked from server.

-Tina and Mariana are spawn killed multiple times by a meature

-Mariana is followed by an eye guy admin, he has a good chat with slime at the center.

-Tubbo is killed offline by Etoiles not sure why he logged on wasnt for long not sure if ‘legal with new rules’ looks like he destroyed the farm on purpose?

#Qsmp purgatory soulfire blue team day 4 and 5

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bang-bang-gang · 2 years

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quick dynamite watch rundown

im glad that mox hasnt forgotten about lee moriarty being on the BCC shortlist, even if seemingly everybody else has. he's been so busy being away for work and he's been stepping in to help out his son(s) (im not forgetting shooter here) wherever he can, but claudio's really stepped in for much of the parenting. regal's distracted playing hard to get towards mjf. we all know what bryan's been up to. despite this dysfunctional polycule, moxley STILL wants to expand the family desperately so he's baiting lee moriarty to prove himself.

the elite vignette HURTS and i think we should stop referring to AEW and start calling it AW instead. i have little hope for them returning before Full Gear.

i LOVE lee moriarty's green hair and his neon green shorts, but i would like it better if the colours matched. god i love watching him wrestle though.

the acclaimed birthday bash is absolutely 5/5, best thing in the world. i love max casters silly little outfit i love his shorts. i love that they give billy foam fingers so he can still scissor, even though they tear immediately. i love the love they have for the fans in the audience. i love the fucking ADOPTION PAPERS. i love the risky DX reunion shoutout. i love that they never give billy gunn the mic. i love that his sons-by-blood get offended. i am kinda sad there wasn't more body horror, or sneaky swerve doing more fucked up shit to daddy ass, but i guess halloween is over :/

forget my AW idea from a few bullet points back. keep AEW in the logo but change the wordmark to Acclaimed Every Wednesday already.

you cant pay me to care for FTR but i do enjoy that they come out in acclaimed-pink and stand across them in the same colours

ok so ive been slowly making my way through the AEW back catalog and watching april 2020 now, which is the point britt and tony schiavoni become besties. so britt's segment is extra special to me. i have to say i ADORE how britt neglects to show up with renee and saraya for a sitdown (two new hires, already famous from WWE) and instead insists on doing an interview with her bestie tony, who has been at AEW since day 1 - just like her! PERFECTLY mirrored by how saraya, in her segment, talks about how AEW seemed a cool rebel thing when it started but how it gained legitimacy in her eyes when all the ~big names~ joined. britt's here to say fuck you we're homegrown and proud of it! a recurring theme this episode(*)

the colt cabana thing is insane and extremely funny to me. excalibur called him "marcia cabana's baby boy".

the BCC vs JAS fight was great, ill never ever have enough of this feud. camera suspiciously pulling away from bryan "pussy delirious" danielson & daniel "dragon slayer" garcia at all times because you *know* the moment they laid eyes on each other they [redacted].

rey fenix being too much of a good boi to use the hammer. i love you catboy

keith lee is SO upset by the shit swerve's been pulling! he's laying it all out for swerve! ("ACCUSATIONS! FALSE ACCUSATIONS!") swerve just wants to make up, keith lee wants to know who's sick enough to abet in the mutilation of daddy ass.

i was paying a lil too much attention to twitter drama earlier this week, and jade and marina got a lot of heat because their fight would supposedly be bad or boring. im OBSESSED with the fact that we barely saw them exchange 3 strikes on screen. it was just nyla taunting jade the whole time. nyla's absolutely one of my faves at the moment holy FUCK i needneedneed to see her beat jade for the TBS title sooner rather than later! vicky guerrero's voice is my sleep paralysis demon, she should be on commentary every match mainly because it would make people angry.

house of black epic >:)

TONI'S FINALLY GETTING SOME PLOT??? TONI STORM IS GETTING CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT THAT'S MORE THAN JUST "ohh i wanna fight :)"??? WE'RE SEEING JAMIE VS TONI AT FULL GEAR? aaaa

(*) to elaborate on the "fuck you we're homegrown and proud of it" statement: i'm seeing it in britt baker's promo, in the Elite vignette, colt cabana being the mystery ROH champion, even in the Acclaimed's sheer popularity to a degree. people online keep saying they should use the punk vs elite drama as an angle and i think that in this way they are??

#i said quick i never said short #vera watches aew #aew dynamite #veraposting

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It sure is the new year & somehow im still tired and way busier than i would like. So uh. Sorry this took me a bit to get to. The first time i read your response i thought you'd said you were watching bocchi which confused me because you had already. But im glad you are enjoying bofuri. She's such a chaotic disaster character. Ohh i think i feel you on that my brother in law & i have like. Opposing autism vibes & coexisting with him when we share apace is exhausting. I hope school is going well for you! Yeah like. Honestly sometimes ill chat with people at a theater but mostly just. Please do not. Im just there for a film. Love the communal effort to just. Understand your teacher what a time that must be. My parents did teach to cook a bit. I learned spaghetti & a basic taco recipe from them. But i learned a lot from there so i had a bit of a spring board to go off. I hope you have a fun time learning to cook stuff i enjoy it immensely. Even with all the dishes it can make. Honestly schools are just. Weird if anything. Liminal space adjacent but in a way neither good or bad. Im sad i missed getting to pull her i want ruan mei but due to bad storms my internet was out, which also contributed to late response, for the last days of her banner. So i have to save for her re run. I am so normal about her & stelle(lying). I finally finished the argenti quest but had to level & gear himeko & welt. Got kafka on my console account from her banner & it gave me e1 bailu when i hoped for clara. Ohh so its like a character growth/change type thing. As the story progresses & they change they gain new herscherr forms. I think if my understanding is right. Or right as it can be for something not fully explained? I miss manaria & the gang already. Can only tide myself over with other villainess shows til it returns. Or i read more. Dungeon meshi at least has an airing anime adaptation now which means i can see my favorite fail girl marcille in animation. I will remember that & look to the community for help as needed if i pick noita up thank you for the tip. I too want himeko to be fine & alive so i sympathize with the hi3 fans. I dont remember if she's getting off on penacony or not if thats been said. But penacony definitely has some characters i want. Oh okay damn i always wondered about her floating. So thats one mystery solved. Wait seele has just. Basically a good dog aura? Oh so kiana mei & bronya have the most extensive lore? What about uh. Durandal? I feel like ive seen that particular polish phrase before whats it mean?

HI HELLO its been 20 years which im SO FUCKING SORRY about...... my life has decided to just Not give me a break recently. and understandable akdfkgjksj i should really continue watching it but ah.... so busy. and Tired all the time. actually got to skip school today bc i was so sleep deprived i thought i was sick but then i slept for another 4 hours and i feel so much better now. should be studying [have 8 exams coming up until the end of february.......] but i also Need to chill for a bit. agghhh. and oh understandable!! it really is just like that sometimes. school, as i said, is. psychologically torturing me but im actually not in that much pain so yeah!! and thanks also. i hope my teachers let us catch a break soon. at least ive recently picked up baking to destress so at least im not about to become the joker. and REAL LIKE i also dont mind talking with people in public places from time to time but i usually just wanna mind my own business. and yeah its SO funny but also im surprised how nice all my classmates are about helping others. like. if we had to cooperate to create a message with my old classmates everyone would just instantly start making fun of each other for not knowing something. OOOH COOL....... when i have more time i should learn to make some spanish dishes. went to gran canaria with my mom recently and god ive missed their cuisine SO much. god yeah schools are like another dimension to me ngl. they work based on different rules then the rest of the world. AND AUUGHGH PAIN...... good luck with getting her on future reruns tho!!! same with being Totally Normal. and hey congrats on all that!!! i also ended up doing argentis quest and luckily didnt have time with fighting him thanks to clara who makes it extremely easy. generally shes always carrying me. finally got to trailblaze lvl 65 and i only have my clara team at lvl 80 rn so i should probs work on kafka etc but i hate grinding mats...... hell on earth. oh well. and yeah more or less!!! tho it also depends on the person and circumstances, as some people will get new authorities, some will kind of. get closer to their current one? and some people might even give up their herrscher authorities with time. but yeah honkai loves to retcon itself so its kinda blurry sometimes. I MISS EVERYONE TOOOOOO and i started watching reborn as a villainess some time ago but ah. didnt have time to continue. i ALSO started watching dunmesh and ALSO didnt have time to catch up with it but im SO excited for it bc ive only watched 3 eps but love it already. if you ever Do pick up the game then good luck!! its as brutal as it is fun to play. himeko protection squad forever....... i should finish penacony when i get the time and motivation. wasnt too interested in any chars at first but acheron stole my heart....... so would sparkle if she wasnt so Racist for no reason. yes seele Does have a good doggy aura SHDKFJKS even The Great Herrscher Of Sentience cant say no to her. shes so sweet and i love her. and yeah basically!!!! since theyre effectively all the protags, even if kiana is the "main" one. AND I WILL VERY EXCITEDLY TELL YOU LITERALLY ALL DURANDAL LORE AS I KNOW IT BY HEART BUT ALSO LITERALLY DONT HAVE ENOUGH ENERGY TO WRITE IT ALL DOWN RIGHT NOW SO ILL TRY TO GET THAT DONE BY YOUR NEXT MESSAGE. so well both have time to write our respective stuff. and oh polska gurom is a misspelled version of polska górą [since its pronounced almost the same] which more or less means poland on top. its used ironically most of the time and i LOVE saying it

#once again IM SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND but im just. trying to survive recently.........#asks #pen pals

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thegeminisage · 1 year

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still spoilers

ok, so on my way to the last non-gerudo memory i found some sky islands and got my last piece of diving gear!

i also lost a bunch of data from my interactive map bc apparently i keep getting logged out every 6 seconds. so i have to re-enter all of that now :/

a thought occurs to me. in the opening sequence i saw a dragon flying around in the sky. and i was like haha it's naydra i wanna go see naydra

was it. was it. oh my god

the thing about this whole situation is, zelda lived in 100 years of fucking purgatory trapped inside hyrule castle. and every single day she lived with regret. "i've left them all to die." and 100 years is an impossibly long time, but the human mind, with a human lifespan, can ALMOST comprehend it

ten. thousand. years.

she had to watch the calamity happen twice. if there is anything left of her inside her dragon mind, she had to watch hyrule fall a second time without being able to prevent any of it. she had to watch link die again. her father. her champions. except she's a big fuckoff dragon and who even knows if she's still "her"

TEN. THOUSAND. YEARS.

that said, her and ganon both being "sealed" that long...really throws a wrench in the current lore of reincarnation. How Does That Work. i wanna believe a piece of her soul broke off and went on to live all those lives so she wasn't just trapped in dragon mode forever but like. i am for sure making that up. nintendo why, just when you made a coherent timeline, did you have to FUCK IT ALL UP AGAIN!!!!!

alright. i'm normal. i think i checked off all my shit. i'm going to get this fucking memory

god this little area looks so FUCKING different. i barely recognize where i am...

ok. bracing myself once again

BUT YOU ARE NOT ALONE wow from the trailer!!!!! who'd've guessed it'd be the sister saying it and not sonia

BIG FUCKOFF DOOR? FROM THE TRAILER? TEMPLE OF TIME (fake version)???

ROOM BEHIND THE FORGOTTEN TEMPLE............

secret stones..........................ok that was cool. esp knowing they are voiced by the 4 champions

WHOA it's sasan from the poorly translated letter in a bottle quest! what a cool find. this cave has tides in it so finley left him behind lol

at least his dialogue stopped being so creepy lol

oh this is a REAL bad escort mission. this game isn't supposed to tell you "can't" so why can't i just move the damn boat with ultrahand?!

got my ATTACK UP armor!!! finally

i'm actually putting off trying again re the master sword...i dont know if im Ready. i am still missing one memory.................

but the gerudo highlands are too close to what i don't wanna be doing until i've explored more!

BUT SHE'S WAITING FOR ME

hard choices!!!!!!!!!!

from lookout landing i noticed there was a glow above the fake temple of time...i wonder wtf even

!!! i thought it would be impossible to get up here but there's a construct here! wtf! i needed pretty much no stamina at all, i could've done this in the tutorial...

oh man there's a TEST...i light three fires and return within 12 hours lol

this sounds hard 😭 but what the hell, might as well try once before bed

DO IT WITHOUT LEAVING THE TEMPLE ROOF? theres no way

okay yeah no im coming back tomorrow with a walkthru lol. rip

#personal #loz blogging #totk lb #totk spoilers

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tparker48 · 2 years

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Request for River Dallas

Dennis would be in the living room as he was working on one of his projects. An ray gun of some kind as it rested along the table. "just a few more adjustments here" he said to himself. Fiddling with the panel as he twisted the red and blue wires inside. With a few more twists, the nozzle of the handle soon began to glow green as the rest of the metallic surface began to glow as well. A slight hum following as its chamber inside filled with energy. "It worked!" Dennis said proudly, closing the panel as he held the ray in his hand. Observing it for just a but as he gazed at the electric flow moving through. "The fusion between the metal and electricity seem to stabilized. Now we just gotta run it through the test phase and It'll-" Before Dennis could finish, one of the doors in the hallway slammed open as his older brother stepped out of its frame. His wife following behind him as she placed her palm along her face in disatisfaction.

"That was a whole hour David" She said underneath a stressful sigh "You told me that you were sure it would it this time."

"i know I know I said" David replied. "I don't know why I can't do it"

"For the past two years you've said that. "Now's not the time", "We'll do it tomorrow", you've been saying that all the time. But when will it be time dear. The time to have a child?"

"sasha, I want to have a child with you. I really do, but these balls ain't what they used to be. They're bone dry" David admitted, hovering closer to the other side of the wall, but was pushed back by sasha as she ushered him in for a hug.

"You'll get it back, in certain you will"

"Well, I certainly hope so dear" Danny replied, Giving a soft kiss onto sasha's forehead as the two went into the next room. As the door closed behind them, Dennis would be up against the wall around the corner as he peeked to make sure they were gone.

"Man, Big bro really has it cut out for him. And with a girl like sasha, she's too determined to just let it go" Dennis said to himself. Leaning against the walls as descended partially on it. "He's been there for me when I was in bind, I want to return the favor..but how exactly do I that" he pondered. Gazing upon the inventions he created as he looked at forms shining in the light. His gaze soon pointing towards the ray as his eyes lit up. "..I think I have a plan" He said enthusiastic, hopping off the wall as he went towards the gadgets on the table.

A few hours later:

Night would finally come as the Dennis and Sasha went into the bed room. Their light turning off behind them as they climbed into bed. As the two went to bed, Dennis would be peeking out of his room as he watched the door. Peering back into his own as he gathered his selected gadgets along the table. "alright, lets see if we can makes this work" he said as he prepared them, grabbing an elixer as he poored it onto himself. "now for scanning process" typing into his computer, the scanner next to it would turn on as it started to scan his body. The liquid substance around him now started to turn blue as it began to glow.

"Scanning complete. Coding:blue elixer..done! That should do the trick. Now to start the shrinking phase" he said as he pressed a button on the computer. The screen now counting down from 10 seconds as he grabbed his gear and made his way into towards the couple's room. "Alright, im in position. The shrinkage should be initiating in three..two.." As he reached one, his body began to glow blue as his body raced towards the floor. The world around him now starting to become big as he watched the fibers stretching from the side of his to the very peak of his knees. As the blue glow faded from his body. Dennis tightened his helmet as he made his way through the crack underneath the door. Crossing along the other side, the room would dim as the only source of light in the area would be a lamp off to the side of the couple's bed.

"Alright I'm in" He whispered to himself. Drawing his arm out in front of him as he pressed a button along it. As platform soon came toward him from underneath the door as it hopped along it. Guiding him up along side the beds sheets as they bent and overlapped each other like a giant landscape. "we're getting close.." He whispered again.

Seeing the platform reached the front of the bed as a giant layed off the of of it. As the platform lifted upward, the arm it was connected to would lead his gaze towards his brother. Who was laying without any of hus clothes on as sasha layed next to him. Naked as well as their couples hands slinked around their asses like vines. "guess they really went at it in here. By the way their gripping each they might of just fell asleep" Dennis said as he tapped coordinates to David's crotch.

The problem soon lower itself to the thick thighs as the bush covering behind the fleshy muscle peered over its edge. The member still seeming to be excited as it form thump along the sheets of the covers. "And not even a single drop, no wonder they were so quiet" he said as the platform landed. Hopping off of it as he stood face to face with it. Lifting the tip into his hands as its weight sunk into his palms. Despite its limp form, it was unspeakably heavy as Dennis forced himself into a crouched position. "Come on big boy, lift up old denny" he gritted. Doing his best to lift up the large head, but his strength wasn't enough as its form pinned back down to the sheets below. Forcing Dennis to leg go as he slinked his hands from underneath it. "Well that's clearly not going to work" he confirmed as he got back to normal position. Analyzing his brothers cock as he as it rested back to between his legs.

"Well, if that won't work, I'll just have to get smaller" He said as he fiddled with his wrist once more. Hitting the button, his size would diminish as the world around him began to change. The folds of the sheets becoming more higher, and thighs around now turning into large hills of flesh. As the shrinkage began cease, Dennis found himself being the size of a penny. The once stable sheets now caved in on his weight. "okay..grch! That's gonna have to get more used to" he said as he regained his balance.

Waddling over towards the shaft ahead as the head now looked like a giant ship. As he made his way towards it, he tripping over a loose fold amongst the sheets as he tumbled forward. Crashing into the head with a light thud as his front side pushed against the flesh. As he did, a groggy moan echoed above as David let out a light mumbled. "Don't wake just yet big bro, this next part needs you to stay nice and relaxed" Dennis whispered. Holding the edges of his brother's shaft as the slit in the center squelched open. Taking in a deep breath, he plunged his face into the slits opening as he bucked his body forward. The moans before now returning as they slowly turned to grunts. David now starting to toss and turn in his sleep as Dennis proceeded to press forward. The muscle squeezing into him as the orifice push against him with each clench. "Hold still will ya!" Dennis gritted. Wiggling his body more firmly he worked in his torso. Then soon his waist as the lips clamped around the back of his glutes.

"Gch..Gch!"

"Almost...there" **shlorp** with a few more wiggles, Dennis's legs would finally sink through as he wormed his body further into the urethra. With the lips now sealing the way he came in, the full front of the organ would work on him as the tube around him pushed all its muscle into him. Covering his vision with hot pink flesh as he pushed it away. "Geez, it didn't look this tight on the outside" he gritted. Wrestling with the putty like surface as he tried to make space for himself. Pushing it away, he continued to worm himself deeper as he made his way to the source.

On the outside, David tossed and turned in his sleep as he moaned from the sudden feeling. Squeezing his legs together to ease it, but wouldn't let up. Stirring more, he reaching a hand down towards his shaft as he glossed over it. The feeling seeming to almost satisfy as his shaft pulsed from his touch. As a satisfying smile appeared on his face, he groggily stroked his shaft to ease the feeling. Sending Lewis's lump deeper into his cock as it lodged itself past the base. "Mm...that felt good" he mumbled in his sleep. Turning onto his side as he went back to sleep. His sack now hanging off of his thigh as the lump from the shaft climbed down the loose skin. The left orb now beginning to droop past the right as Dennis deposited inside.

Inside, the chamber would be clean of cum as the as the fleshy pink walls as moved rhythmic in a circle. The valve above now starting to spasm as the Dennis's fingers poked through its puckered entrance. Shimmying the rest of himself into the chamber as his weight sank the orb farther on the outside. "Sheesh, David wasn't kidding about his body not being what it used to be. It looks like a drought in here" Dennis said as he poked into the walls. Not even a single strand would come off the plump flesh, but it would cause the walls to ripple as his older brother stirred in his sleep. "Nothing a little of me can't fix. But first, lets make things kick up in here so he thinks its natural" he said to himself. Placing his palms onto the orbs walls as began to massage around it. Feeling its warmth overlap his fingers as the sponged surface squeezed through their gaps. Pushing inward, David's stirs turned into soft moan as the area around would ripple. Drawing themselves closer to Dennis as his position nearly forced him to crouch under their weight. "Not gonna make it easy are ya" Dennis said as he pushed his legs into the bottom. Using his back to push at the top as he managed to gain back his stance "Come big brother, wakey wakey."

On the outside, his sack would wobble off the side of his thigh as Dennis's presses blended with its smooth surface. Davids now starting to toss and turn in his sleep as he slowly opened his eyes. A hand soon crossing over over to him as it landed on his shoulder.

"You've been tossing around quite a lot dear, something the matter?" Sarah asked in her groggy state. Rubbing her eyes together as they slowly focused.

"No..nothings wrong honey. Just got a rush of a sudden" Dennis replied. His shaft beginning to bounce in its limp state as slowly rose, but was stopped by his hand as he held it down. Refusing to let it deter him from his sleep as let it pulse, but soon stopped pushing at it as Sarah's hand glossed over his.

"You can't force it to go away dear, you'll hurt yourself that way"

"Yeah but.."

"No buts, if you truly want to ease the feeling. Allow me to help" Sarah assured, leaning into his side before leaning up to help. Her hand slowly removing his hand from his shaft as it hers wrapped around the base. Slowly working at it as the shaft squelches with each stroke. Encouraging it to grow in its form as the organ began to fill the space with its grasp. As she began to work at the shaft, Deeper inside the flesh came alive. The chamber now growing even more restless as the walls shifted around Dennis. Morphing around him like a compactor as the lower flesh tempted to squeeze him through the tight valve he came. But wouldn't budge the tight pucker crowned around the top of his head. Sinking it half way into the orifice before it ejected him back inside.

"Well-Gch!..I guess that confirms im nit going back the same way I came in. Which means that's its time for plan to unfold" Dennis said as he fiddled with his wrist once more. Shifting the mechanics of his suit to liquefy as he suit changed to white. Goo beginning to coat from as it slowly gathered to the bottom. "Alright, that should do it. Now just a little bit...of maintenance!" As his body began to liquefy, he began to rock himself across the chamber as he pressed each one firmly. Coating his goo along them as they slowly started to react. The now becoming that much slicker with each glide he took against them.

As he worked on the sack inside, Sash would be working on the shaft as her hands fondled David's shaft. caressing it slowly as she slowly arched her waist upward. Raising it just past the tip as the lips of pussy crown ontop of it. Sinking it into its chamber as her waist landed ontop of his. She could feel it fill her inside as the organ began fully erect. Its pulse knocking its form into her walls as flexed forward. Making her lean a bit as she placed her hands along David's stomach. "You weren't kidding when you said it was energetic" she huffed.

"Mm, I told you so. It came all at once and now it won't relax" David replied.

"Well then dear, lets ease the feeling so you can get some sleep" Sarah leaned forward. Connecting her lips to David as she embrace her body against his. Rocking it slowly forward before speeding it up just enough as feel the head inside poke at the end of her canal.

As they started to go at it, Dennis's body would barely be intact. The walls were now coated with white goop, but now his legs were merged with the overgrowing puddle into the center as he used the remainder of his body to make more. "I don't know how much I can do before im turned. But let's hope it'll be enough to get these balls back into shape. Or this nut at least" he said to himself as he pressed into the walls more. His arms now barely holding together as gravity bent them down as his elbows touched the puddle. "Well, there goes my arms" he confirmed. His neck suddenly giving out as he slouched into the wall behind him. Sinking into the puddle as he noticed his torso deform into a wad of goop. "a gift from me to you brother" He said as he gazed at the pink walls. His head should joining the puddle as it disappeared into a cum bubble. As it did, the walls soon came alive as they detected the filled sack.

"mm..mm! Im...feeling something" David muttered from the constant grinding. Feeling he lower half tense up as his glutes tightened.

"What is it dear"

"Its..its...AHH!" Before he explain the feeling inside, it suddenly rushed through his shaft as the slit expunged its loads into Sarah's pussy. Sarah reacting from it as she arched her body to the ceiling. Moaning from the liquid sensation before taking in a sharp breath. "I.. I haven't cummed that hard in so long"

"I knew I had a feeling on this one! Oh, have I missed that feeling" Sarah said in ectasy. The lips of her pussy now starting drip with cum as she removed herself from ontop of David. Laying ontop of him as she braced in for hug. "Im so proud of you dear"

"You are?"

"Of course" she said with a yawn "Now our dream of having a child can come true" he said before dozing off.

"Yeah..I guess that's true" Dennis smiled at the thought. leaning into her as he gazed up at the cieling. "Wait til Dennis hears about this one. He's gonna be an uncle" He said as he dozed off to sleep as well. Feeling the cum still dripping out from Sarah pussy as he adjusted his leg to catch it from spilling onto the sheets. Unaware of the the elastic suit sticking out of its lips as his thigh covered over it.

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The Past Can Break You - 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning:

Bucky tried for several hours to try and get you to open the door. You ignored him, not wanting to see him because you were so angry with him. He promised he would change and make more time for you, and then he leaves you in the middle of sex for her! Dot is his priority, as far as you’re concerned. You roll your eyes as you think about the “trauma” she had. You know she is using their past to manipulate him, and he is being stupid and letting her. Well now he must face the consequences for his actions.

You stare up at the ceiling of your old room as you again, for the millionth time, hear the knock and pleads of your boyfriend from the other side of the door. “Please, baby. Open up. I’ll let you scream at me, you can even hit me. I know I deserve it. Just let me see you, please,” he begs.

God this is getting pathetic, you thought. You sigh and figure it’s time to give him an earful and some food for thought. You walk over to the door and unlock it, before opening it to reveal Bucky looking disheveled. He still has no shirt on, just his sweats from last night.

“What could you possibly want me to say to you, Bucky? You obviously made your choice in this. You are allowing Dot to manipulate you to keep you away from me. She wants you back, and it’s completely obvious. You say you want to prioritize me, but you prioritized her! I’ve tried to be calm and understanding to what she is going though, but enough is enough!” you yell, causing Bucky to flinch.

He opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “Ever since she found out that we are dating, she has made it her sole mission to separate us. Do you even care that your actions are killing me? Do you even care that I have cried myself to sleep so many times at night that I forgot how to fall asleep without crying? Do you even care that you are shattering my heart with your actions?!” you yell as tears fall down your face.

Bucky now has tears falling as well as he takes in your words. He didn’t realize just how bad he had made the situation. He needed to fix this. He couldn’t lose you. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he can’t believe that has been so stupid. He walks up and wraps his arms around you, allowing you to cry in his chest. He buries his face in your neck and cries also.

You don’t know how long you have been standing in your doorway crying, but after some time you pull away. Bucky looks at you with sad eyes, “Tell me it’s not too late for me to fix this. I-I don’t want to lose you,” he says in a raspy voice.

You sigh and look down, “I think I need some time to think about things. You need to figure out where your priorities lie. I’ll stay in here for a bit until I’m ready and then we can talk, okay?” you ask.

It breaks your heart to see the distraught nature of Bucky’s face at your words, but you need him to understand how his actions have made you feel. He nods and quickly pulls you into a hug and then slots his lips on yours in a heated kiss. When you pull away he looks you dead in the eyes, “I’m going to make this right. I am going to show you that you, and you alone are what I want and need. That you are my top priority. I promise,” he says.

As he turns and walks away, you can’t help but say, “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

Bucky stops and looks at you sadly. He really messed up. He finally turns away and walks back to your shared room, that he will now live in alone. When he closes the door he slides down to the ground and openly sobs. How could he be so stupid. How could he not see what was happening. Now he might lose the love of his life because of his past.

Dot is sitting in her room, feeling rather victorious. She overheard your argument with Bucky, and knows that now that you are separating yourself from Bucky, she will have a better chance to win him back. She sighs at the thought of having her love back with her. She was surprised that he didn’t take her back immediately, as she was his first love. Yes, ok so it was like 80 years ago, but I mean the fact that they were both together after all this time, must be fate.

Suddenly her door opens and shows the man she has been thinking about. Dot looks up and smiles, “Hey Jamie! What’s wrong?” she asks, deciding to pretend she is innocent and knows nothing. Always worked with guys. So easy.

“We need to talk, now,” Bucky says, anger evident in his voice.

Dot’s smile disappears. She figured he would be upset, but not angry, and not at her. “What’s going on?” she asks with a furrow of her brow.

“This is over, Dot. Whatever you are trying to do, it’s done. I know you are dealing with a lot, but you need to start figuring it out for yourself. I am done putting you before Y/N,” he says.

Dot can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh is she upset with you again Jamie? I mean I understand being slightly threatened by our past, but she obviously doesn’t trust you. If she can’t trust you, then she isn’t good enough for you. Maybe it’s time for you to cut your loses and return to me,” Dot said.

“She has every reason to be upset! I’ve neglected her! I just want to know... are those panic attacks that you have even real,” he asks.

Dot feigns being offended, “How dare you! Of course they are! Look at all I have gone through! I volunteer for something back in the 40′s and wake up in 2020′s. There is a lot of thoughts and feelings I feel and I don’t know how to process them! Is she saying I am lying?”

“I am saying you are lying. You always seem fine when we are together, but the moment I go to my girlfriend you start freaking out. You are trying to keep me away from her,” Bucky says, his voice raising.

“I feel comfortable with you, Jamie! I love you! Of course I feel better when you are near! It’s not my fault you tried to move on! But tell me this, if you don’t love me like you did, and you love her, why then did you constantly leave your girl for me? You obviously are still in love with me! So dump the girl and let’s be together!” Dot yelled.

“You’re crazy! Seriously you are delusional! You use me being a good friend and a gentleman against me to separate me from the woman that I truly love. Well it stops now! You need to get your ass in gear because it will take me nothing to turn you out of the compound to fend for yourself. If Steve and I can make it work, so can you. And your trauma is nothing compared to what we have gone through. So get yourself together and figure your life out. I am done playing these games with you!” Bucky says before leaving Dot’s room.

Dot sat there stunned at the last outburst. If Bucky thinks that she will go down without a fight to the death for him, then he doesn’t know her at all. Dot always gets what Dot wants. No matter the cost.

Bucky knocked on Natasha’s door, trying to calm himself down from his conversation with Dot. Nat opened the door and immediately tried to close it, “Nat please! I need your help,” Bucky begged.

She rolled her eyes and allowed him in. He sat there and told her everything about what happened last night, and this morning with Y/N and Dot. Natasha smacked him upside the head at least 4 times for being dumb. When he was done explaining everything he looked sadly at Natasha, “So will you help me? I have a plan that will allow Y/N the time she asked to think, while also showing her that she is my priority. She is the love of my life. Please?” Bucky begged.

Nat knew how much you and Bucky loved each other. She knew how happy you both were, so she agreed to help. Bucky laid out the plan to Nat and they both agreed to set it in motion. Bucky felt better already. He told off Dot, got your best friend to help him, and now all he needed was to win you back. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

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wheelsup · 3 years

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the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon.

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger.

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week.

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept.

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling.

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you.

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!”

Your head just about exploded when she said that.

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you.

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.”

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless?

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.”

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim.

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured.

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?”

“That his girlfriend died last year.”

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there.

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit.

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…”

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.”

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from.

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not.

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made.

“There’s nothing I need from you.”

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?”

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea.

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more.

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off.

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.”

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch.

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!”

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales.

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets.

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down.

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works.

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so.

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.”

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend.

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?”

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income.

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended.

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill.

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe.

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.”

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped.

“Did you need something?”

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!”

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.”

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line.

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?”

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.”

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care.

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him.

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.”

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency.

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that.

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here.

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?”

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.”

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before.

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath.

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly.

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.”

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer.

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you.

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems.

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that.

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that.

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him.

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.”

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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time-is-honey · 2 years

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Log Entries (part 1/?)

basically diluc journaling about you (oooooooo he likes you)

childe's been getting all my attention lately bc im so so so in love with him but i also love me some diluc too!!!!

i was gonna write all parts in this post but halfway through my head started killing me, i should head to bed now ;;

jeez, almost 5 am

warnings: uhm????? none i dont think? fem!reader (she/her pronouns used) , not proofread

Log Entry #13 - Shelter

It has been raining quite hard for the past few days. Not many people have left the city to attend to matters beyond basic needs. In turn, of course, I have not been getting as many visitors to the winery. I don't mind all that much though, my time to organise my thoughts on deliveries to other nations has increased tenfold.

If the occasional visitor does stop by, they’re not here for long, usually adorning some amount of rain protection. That is until late this afternoon.

I heard a knock on the winery doors expecting another request for wine to take home while the weather continues. That's been the only request that I've received in the last day at the very least. A drenched young face greeted me again, sans aforementioned rain gear. She looked to be around my age.

She asked if she could use my shower and spend the night while she waits for the rain to subside. Not quite sure why she was hopeful that the sky would be clear by tomorrow, but something in me didn't have the heart to turn her down.

I'm not quite sure where this woman came from, she does not look like a Mond native. I am not very trusting of her, but the maids said to give her a chance. Something along the lines of "you could use a woman in your life!" I don't understand what they mean. She introduced herself as [Name].

She has fallen asleep on the couch near my work area as I write this, I can hear her slight snoring from here. I stupidly allowed her to wear one of my lounge shirts as she did not have a change of clothes. I've been kicking myself for that decision for around an hour.

I do not expect to have that shirt returned to me.

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isolated-bug · 3 years

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Hi! I love reading all your post Arcane meta. May I ask you a question (..or your theory) about Vi's tattoo neck meaning? Why tattoo neck resemble with logo sheriff's the one Marcus/Grayson used is that foreshadowing Vi become the enforcer?

ooo thats a great question!! I did dawdle briefly on Vi's neck tattoos for a bit and eventually dismissed it due to not realizing this similarity! So, for one, we definitely know there is generally meaning behind every character design choice in Arcane. For Jinx, her tattoos are from her in-game character design in League of Legends but for Vi, the only canon in-game tattoo is the one on her face so I would expect there is something to read into this. For us as the viewer, it certainly foreshadows her joining the Enforcers ranks (which we know will happen as in League of Legends she is an Enforcer) but i dont think that story-wise she would have put Enforcer symbols all over herself while in prison. Especially because she later told Jinx she didnt know if it was Marcus who locked her up. So lets take a look at the symbols a bit deeper: The sheriffs symbols are that of the crest of Piltover

We cant forget that Piltover is nicknamed the "City of Progress" mainly because of their innovation at the expense of the hard labor and poor health of Zaunites. So being sister cities, its not surprising to me that they both have gear motif and other similarities that can resemble each other. (damn, Vi tattoo screenshots are a bitch to get, hold still girl! sheesh!) So lets look at the full picture of her tattoos. We only get to see them a few times here and there clearly when she is in jail and when she is returning to Zaun

Here we can the top of the tattos on her back really really well and you can see they have a lot of smoke and some piping. from what i can tell, comparing to blurrier reference images, this artist did a really good job holding true to Vi's tattoos so im going to use this as a reference from here on

(artist and/or original poster on tumgir.com was rymont - if anyone knows for sure where this came from please tell me! I cant find any other sources for it)

So looking at this reference pic we can much more clearly see the pipes and smoke and overall industrial style on the tattoos that would be reflective of Zauns mining machinery and chem-tech fluorescent piping (on her shoulder around the gear) I personally believe that her tattoo is paying homage to her home in the sumps. League lore about Zaun is that it is also a tech hub of innovation and progress but is just overshadowed by Piltovian innovations (Appropriate haha) Zaun lore also tells us of a phenomenon in the fissure called "the Zaun Gray" which is essentially referencing to the 'smoke' from the toxic fumes rising out of the mining area through the fissure and slowly dissipating. I think the clouds on her tattoo are representative of the Zaun Gray and the rest of her tattoo is machine parts, pipes, structures, etc reflective of her home as well. In fact the gears on her neck and shoulders remind me of the gears on cranes from the LoL concept art of Zaun for the trollys that cross the fissure.

Ok, now lets revisit the part of the tattoo that prompted the question. We can definitely see this is a gear in this shot which DOES reflect in the Piltover symbol but we can also see these gears are matching the rest of the tattoo's motif and appear to be a part of machinery.

The big difference between her tattoo and Piltovers symbol is that the Piltover symbol has a doubled bar going the full way across the gear with a circular ending on the edge of the gears rather than fixed to the middle for a function. Thats not much of a difference but i think its a significant enough one to rule out that this is meant to reflect Piltover. Personally? I think she was missing home and wanted to rep Zaun on her body as best as she could. I imagine she put the tattoo running down her arms as a way of saying "im built like a machine". I imagine some of the machines in the mines of Zaun are just designed to raise a weight and pound it to the ground hard enough to break it and maybe she was trying to rep that her arms were strong like that machine. I love the symbolism of the pipes leading up to her head.. maybe to reflect that Zaun is on her mind or that she is strongly rooted in her origins? Its also possible that she is trying to symbolize she is as tough as chem-tech prosthetics like Sevikas arms etc. Unfortunately we really dont get any good views of chem-tech prosthetics so its hard to say if those generally creep up along the back of the neck to connect to brain functions. But ultimately my guess is that the creators were a BIT lazy with this one and thought "prisoners get tattoos" and designed something neat for Vi around the idea that being in prison would have resulted in this. Im certain the design has intent behind it. They didnt just slap random stuff on her, they put way too much thought into everything else to have done that. But given that there arent any personal influences on her tattoos like homage to The Last Drop or anything, im guessing it was more to look cool/tough than reflect any deep emotional significance. I hope this answer was satisfying for you and thank you for the kind words about my head canons and extrapolations >.<

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somnambulants · 3 years

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Hi! Can i request something along the lines of R feeling neglected because Natasha is giving them less attention or something like that? But then they make up? No problem if not though!

notes: im actually the biggest sucker for some angst with a happy ending so i hope u enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it! word count: 1.4K

You start to notice it slowly; first Natasha staying back late at work, then taking on more and more and more missions that progressively get longer as time passes by and then, finally, she stops coming home at all some nights and you don’t see her for days at a time.

And you get it – you really do. She’s doing the kind of work that saves so many lives. The kind of work that would make you a shitty person for confronting her about it. You wouldn’t do that; couldn’t do that. You know how much what she does means to her.

In a way, it makes you love her that much more because you can clearly see how much she cares, especially when missions don’t go quite right or there’s casualties because she always returns completely blank-faced and quiet; so, so quiet.

All of that doesn’t change the fact that you miss her though. So much. You miss coming home to her – miss the quiet domesticity of lying on your sofa together and running your hands through her hair as she tells you about her day.

You just miss her presence around you.

This goes on for months before another thought starts to take root in your mind: what if it wasn’t that she was busy? What if she just didn’t want to come home? To you? What if you were the problem?

Weeks and weeks pass and progressively, you grow more and more anxious until you feel like you’re walking on eggshells all the time.

Every time you come home and she’s not there is just another nail in the coffin -- or somehow even worse: when she actually does come home but then looks straight through you like you’re not even there. Every time it’s just yet another blow to your already breaking heart.

There's only so much a person can possibly take and so eventually, as hard as you’ve tried to keep it together, you finally break.

You’d decided this morning when you’d woken, her side of the bed still perfect and clearly unslept in for the sixth day in a row, that you can’t live like this anymore.

You love Natasha more than anything in the world and the thought of losing her is unbearable but you kind of already feel like you have.

It’s almost four in the morning the next day when she gets finally returns home. She’s so quiet – so good at sneaking around now -- that you barely hear her enter the room and probably wouldn’t have if not for the quiet click as the bedroom door opens.

Immediately, you roll over and flick the lamp on as you sit upright.

Your heart starts to race a little as your eyes land on her face because as mad as you are, the exhaustion clear on every plane of her body is enough to almost make you want to postpone this conversation and pull her into your arms.

Almost.

Still in her tactical gear, Natasha stops right beside your bed, clearly not expecting you to be awake.

She opens her mouth, and you steel yourself; you tell yourself you don’t want to hear whatever she has to say, that you don’t want to listen to whatever bullshit excuse she’s got on the tip of her tongue this time.

Firmly, you tell yourself: No. She needs to hear you this time.

“We need to talk.” Natasha’s face doesn’t change but something in her eyes shifts. You can’t quite identify the emotion. Irritation? Fear? “Can it wait?”

“No,” you say, a little too loud in the silence of your room. “It can’t. I barely see you anymore, Natasha, so ‘waiting’ could mean weeks at this point. What the hell is going on with you?”

Clearly surprised, Natasha stares at you, her mouth moving soundlessly for a second. “I – nothing.”

You let out a growl as your frustration starts to overflow. You know she must be able to see it on your face too. You wonder if she can see the hurt you're trying to suppress as well.

“What do you mean nothing?” You demand. “Do you think I’m that stupid? That I wouldn’t notice you never coming home anymore? What is going on?”

Not even looking at you, Natasha doesn’t say anything. Instead, with her spine ramrod straight and head bowed, she stares at the carpet and just stands there silently as your voice gets louder and louder until you’re outright yelling at her.

“Is it me?” now you’re the one who can’t look at her anymore, afraid of what answer you might find on her face. “Do you not want this anymore? Me?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath and out of your periphery, you see as Natasha reaches out for you before she recoils when you flinch a little. “No – of course. Of course I do.”

For a split second all you can feel is relief so strong is threatens to overwhelm you. “Then what is it?” Still, Natasha hesitates, looking uncharacteristically anxious. Against your own will, you feel yourself soften in response. “Please talk to me, Nat,” you beg. “Please.”

The room silent for a while, to the point that you begin to think she’s not going to answer you then, just as you’re about to give up, Natasha’s shoulders sag in defeat and she lets out a breath she’s clearly been holding.

“I’ve done so many bad things, you know. So many,” she begins stiltedly, not looking at you. “I just want to do something good. Be good. That’s why i've been taking on more work. I want to do better. To be worthy. Of you.”

For a second, you genuinely can’t breathe as you slowly comprehend what she’s saying. Her words gut you. You feel like someone’s reached into your body and just flayed you right open right there.

In some twisted way, you realise it kind of makes sense now – her behaviour. Somehow it makes you feel even worse to know this is how she’s felt all this time but this is quickly burned up by white-hot anger that you can feel all the way to the ends of your feet.

“How dare you?” you don’t even recognise your own voice as you whisper the words. Alarm ripples across Natasha’s face, before what seems like resignation replaces it. Her shoulders cave in further and you hate it. Hate how little regard she has for herself. “How could you say that about yourself?”

Now looking close to tears, Natasha bites her lip. “ I –"

“You deserve to be happy, Natasha,” you interrupt, so fiercely, so angrily, that it surprises you. It seems to surprise her too because her jaw shuts with a distinct click. “You deserve to live a good life. You have nothing to prove. Not to me. Not to anyone. All I’ve ever wanted from you is you.”

There’s a beat of silence before she says, in a small voice that does nothing to convince you she in any way believes what she’s saying: “…I know.”

You look at her searchingly. “Do you?”

Natasha’s expression crumples and she breaks your gaze to look down, blinking rapidly. “Yes. I - I don’t know. Yes. I want to believe that.”

You shift, moving so you’re on your knees on the bed in front of her, cradling her hands in your own. You hope your face conveys how much you mean what you’re about to say.

“You’re good, Natasha Romanoff,” you tell her softly, pressing a kiss to each of her knuckles. “So good. Better than any of us deserve, you know that? And If I have to remind you that every day for the rest of our lives, I will.”

The next morning when you wake, to your surprise, you’re not alone. Natasha is still here. You can’t even remember the last time you’d woken up to her in the house, let alone still in bed beside you.

When you roll over, looking at her in undisguised surprise, Natasha gives you a tentative smile. “I told Fury I needed the day off,” she says, her expression turning hopeful. “I thought we could spend it together.”

Your heart swells until you feel like it’s going to burst right out of your chest and you lean in to pull her into a kiss that she quickly reciprocates.

“I’d love that.”

#Natasha romanoff x reader

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A series of events!

-Ingo returns to the future, as a hisuian sneasel

-Emmet finds him, takes him in, finds out who he is, all par for the course

-until it’s made public knowledge that subway boss Emmet has a hisuian sneasel

-and one superfan looks down at their johto sneasel and thinks to themself, ‘hmmm…’

So, they aren’t the best trainer. They mostly have their Pokémon for show, right? So this sneasel is a bit neglected and a bit listless and doesn’t really care when it’s trainer goes to a ton of effort to get it looking like a hisuian sneasel

It’s not *perfect* of course, I imagine Emmet wouldn’t let the press get any super clear shots of sningo. But it’s pretty damn close

And they take their diy hisuian sneasel into the gear station like ‘check this out!’ and they get a ton of attention, almost immediately get in over their head

From here ive got a couple branching paths of ideas. Maybe station employees see what’s happening and confiscate the sneasel, thinking it’s sningo. Sneasel is deposited with Emmet— Ingo isnt there for whatever reason, and Emmet ends up very worried that Ingo’s lost himself/his sense of identity before picking up on the differences and deciding that this poor Johto sneasel is His Now. (Or the very least it’s the stations)

some shady folks have been hanging around gear station hoping to get their hands on sningo, and in the commotion both the fake and the genuine article get snatched by two different groups.

Emmet goes after the wrong one.

Im so tempted to use Jasmine Spencer for this lol. Maybe at the end ill put a little bonus of her.

So Emmet and Ingo are indeed famous so they probably do have fans who just take things a little too far. So one fan decided to dye their sneasels fur to match what few photos could be found about Emmets. This fan (im a call her Madison)so Madison of course isnt the worst battler, i mean you cant even meet the twins without on the battle subway if you suck at battling. Shes never been good enough for that though lmao. But she is a regular at the station and the staff knows she’s trouble. She has lets say a record with sneaking into places shes not supposed to be. So she probably has better pictures of Sningo than the press. Thats how she ended up doing such a great paint job. Im sure there are pokemon safe dye and what not that she can use though ill leave that up to you if she does it the face away. Once happy with her work she sets to taking her sneasel to the station to show it off. Of course she uses a pokeball to transport her sneasel so its pretty easy to sneak it in. If people saw her walking around town with the sneasel she never would have made it all the way to the station after all.

Her goal? Why do this? Well she wants to get close to Emmet so having a rare pokemon like his is her plan. Once at the station she releases her sneasel and starts ranting about how it came to her. How the sneasel picked her. Must be what happened with Emmet. They are chosen for something… together. The press are eating it up!! Asking her question after question but she wasnt ready for all this. She just wanted Emmet to notice her and to be closer to him. Now theres a crowd and they are all hounding her. The station staff quickly get to her and take her to a staff room. Somewhere private for questioning idk. Someone goes to get Emmet while they wait. The station staff know at this point that Ingo has been turned into a white and purple sneasel so they arent buying her story. They know how Emmet and Ingo got back together so they know everything shes saying is false. They try to confiscate the sneasel from her to which she just returns it to its ball. Right when Emmet walks in. Oh snap!! All Emmet has seen is this chick catch his brother. He walks up to her, giving off vibes of death, and just holds his hand out. Not a word said but the moment she looks up into his eyes all she knows is fear. She hands him the pokeball to which Emmet quickly releases the sneasel. Kneeling down Emmet asks if they are alright. The sneasel just looks confused. Thats not How Ingo reacts. Grasping the sneasels shoulders Emmet is almost to tears. The sneasel doesnt respond to anything. Just looks blankly at Emmet. The station staff see Madison out and leave to give Emmet a moment. Emmet tries anything and everything he can to jog Ingos memories but nothing is working. When Emmet has a full on break down the sneasel tries to comfort him but its all wrong its not how Ingo would do it and it makes things worse. He feels like hes lost Ingo again. Hes alone again. No not again he cant do this again. Where does he eve start. Then when hes cupping the sneasels face he sees it. A small spot where the dye didnt cover. He quickly looks the sneasel over. Upon a closer inspection he can see it now. This isnt Ingo. This is just a normal sneasel. Oh the relief is so overwhelming he cries all over again hugging the sneasel close. Oh thank god.

Once he calms down a bit he can start thinking rationally again. If this isnt Ingo then where is Ingo? Drying his face he reclaims his composure and calls the staff back in. He informs them what he has found out and has them help him search the station for Ingo. They check all his usual nap spots or hiding places (sometimes the station can be overwhelming to Ingo and he needs a little safe spot to calm down). Finally finding him oh Emmet has had a day. Hugging his brother close Emmet probably cries a little bit again. Ingo is so very confused. That is until he is brought the the staff room where he sees a similar looks sneasel. Big oof Ingo gets excited to see one that survived and rushes to it. Asking all sorts of questions. What a let down for him too. So they really are all gone. Nothing left of his lady after all. He let himself have hope again just to find it was a trick. Emmet hates seeing Ingos disappointment. Emmet explains the situation to Ingo. Well now Ingo understand Emmets desperation earlier. When they go to confront Madison it turns out she just fled. Leaving her poor sneasel behind. Someone on the staff quickly volunteered to look after the sneasel. Of course they pick up Ingo by mistake. Who quickly yelps out. A cautious laugh as they set him back down. A glare from Emmet which leads to rapid fire apologises. Though by the end of the day no real harm was done at least. At least till the next day that is... DUH DUH DUHHHHHH ~~~~~~ ok so im gonna make this a two or three parter post i think cause my phone is almost dead and i suck at typing on my computer cause i type to fast and cant really get the proper punctuation in. plus i make a lot a lot of errors. but i do plan on making the bit about the sneasels getting nabbed dont worry! went back and forth on what to call the new sneasel. we had Jefferson we had Simon, we had Franklin, Fletcher, even Bingo came up. i dont think im sold on Danny tbh but if yall come up with something better please feel free to send em in causei can always change this post to fit the new name

#I wanna make it even more angsty #was planning on having Ingo already kidnapped when emmet went looking for him lol but nah i want there to be a chance for emmet to fuck up #like the horror on his face when he figures it out #also i still wanna redo the whole prompt with jasmine being the one who has the painted sneasel #shes rich she can pay someone to do the paint job for her so hers is gonna be even better done #sneasel ingo au #sneasel ingo #sningo #transfer error au

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