#been sitting in my ss folder

[g-xix]

i agree with the stuff about Danny but saying that while having Ethan on your pfp... the shit he says to and about Faith and the way he lets his fan base talk about her is HORRID

No because tbh you're so right about this, im an Ethan lover-hater

Lover for Ethan bc: -He's just funny... He can give a joke, he can take a joke, he's made many iconic moments; he's funny. -Some of the hate he's gotten is so fucking unnecessary: "We're colleagues" - it wasn't a sensitively made comment but come the fuck on, the way that all these weirdos online called Ethan names and that he was disrespecting their friendships.... Sidemen undeniably feels overproduced and their content relies FAAR less on actual relationships and humour than it does on the production quality and concepts; of course it's valid for Ethan to feel more distant and colleague-like with his friends. -Big respect for overcoming depression, overcoming addictions, losing weight, becoming a physically and mentally better person. That takes character growth and commitment which shouldn't be downplayed.

Hater because: -Mia Malkova incident. Don't think it needs to be detailed - I've addressed the Faith Kelly hate in great detail before in THIS POST... Couple defining thoughts are that Ethan fucked up hard when he j let Mia sit flush on his crotch. No es bueno. And he's clearly regretful... But I wonder whether he's regretful because of the consequences - i.e. Faith being pissed w him, or out of empathy towards Faith, that it was a stupid thing to do considering he's a taken man -He's just a little bit... Brexit. I feel like Ethan's discriminative to some ppl. Idk where i saw this and i don't have an example really, but he's been racist/shown racial prejudices towards Vik b4 which is just jarring from anyone... And even with Josh, I feel like Ethan doesn't hold a neutral level of respect with, because he just sees Josh as "old" and thus stereotypes him as boring -Boyish, sexist, rowdy, too loud... Just personal taste, he's not my favourite person and that's okay tbh. I don't like him because those are some of his features which I can identify and they just don't align with my personal logos, hence he's not someone that I'm interested in following. Alternately, there's many fans that ik love and support him, which i also respect. It's all subjective and that gives no reason for my opinion to be any less or more important than anyone else's.

Reason why I have Ethan as my pfp?

Well, I have a folder of funny little screenshots from YouTube vids which I alternate between using as reaction images and pfp's, tbh...

Making this account, the Ethan one was pretty easy to use - fit the box pretty well n all, hence I used that. No personal bias for or against him, the ss of him was available and i saw no problem in using it as a pfp

May change it sooner or later but tbh im not bothered ab it - anyone that follows my blog n these waffly posts probably realises im quite empathetic towards women and try and vocalise societal issues from women's perspectives, hence I would assume that one could manage to put 2 and 2 together to conclude that having Ethan as my pfp doesn't mean i fully and faultlessly support him nor his more morally dubious actions (particularly regarding Faith ml<3)

#WAFFLE!! #ethan payne #behzinga #danny aarons #faith kelly

[onlyseokmins]

i bequeath upon you a shitty ss from gose piece from my vernon folder because college bf! vernon lives rent free in my head

literally imagine having someone like him around in college. someone to have cute dates with, someone to study with, someone to walk to and from classes with. just someone who you can sit with throughout the highs and lows of college. i’m just *head in my hands* he’s just so cute and goofy and he would make little playlists for you you listen to while you study and he would hold your hand tight as you walk through campus at night especially in the winter months when the sun sets ultra early. or if you have late classes. *cries in having a 6-9pm lab this semester* he’d lend you his beanies and share earbuds and buy you both food for cram sessions and check up on you to make sure you don’t stay up too too late writing that essay for your final and i’m rambling at this point i have better and more cohesive thoughts about this i promise </3 he’s just been living in my head rent free like this for like three days now send help </333

oh yeah i’m up at like. 4 am because i majorly messed myself up with caffeine and it’s doing numbers to my anxiety. anyways good morning 🥰

I am v soft for this idea as I picture viewing the sunset over campus holding Vernon's hands 🥹 also I'll be ur vernon and bonk ur head when u stay up too late doing essays 👁 and crying bc 6-9 classes really do be the worst bestie </3 😔 may this semester go fast and painless for you, manifesting a cute, v boyfie vern in ur future

#Just snatch him at the concert problem solved hdkskalaa #ILY and hope u can rest tn 👁 #xanthe 💙 #Carat-cakes #ez.mootz #ez.inbox

[simissive]

𝕷𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖆 𝕲𝖔𝖙𝖍-𝕷𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖆

#been sitting in my ss folder #since its spooky season i just thought to post her #Lolita Goth-Lothario #The Goth Family #sims 4 #the sims 4 #s4 #ts4

[angellbarnes]

Forgotten Love - part three: lions and tigers and secrets, oh my

series summary: You’re new to the Avengers. In joining the team, there’s a lot that no one yet knows about you. And there’s some unusual tension between you and a certain brunet. Under a pseudonym and with completely fresh start, and background, you hope for a chance at a new life. A better life. But how long will it last before someone figures out the life you’ve hidden away?

chapter summary: Quite some first mission. And some close calls, too.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

words: 1.9k

warnings: only killing those hydra goons

A/N: Ooooh I’m actually really happy with this chapter. Hope you all like! As always, likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated☺️

series masterlist

The jet speeds off to an unknown location. FRIDAY is left in charge, of course. Everyone else either sits at the sides or is preparing for when you land. You get up from your seat and walk to the middle of the jet, where Tony, Steve and Nat are all looking at a hologram of some sort of concrete building.

“Hydra base.” Nat states.

“We’ve gained intel to a specific experiment they’ve got going on. They’ve been trying to recreate more of the supersoldier serum. We can’t let that happen.” Steve informs you, in his patriotic, ‘I’m Captain America’ voice he likes to use.

“Right.”

“Fury’s informed us that they may be closer to recreating it than we thought. He’s picked up some new radiation that’s coming from this building.” Your gaze falls from Steve back down to the hologram. With a flick of his fingers it spins, giving you a 360 view of the place. The sight makes you feel uneasy, in a way unknown to the team.

“If you haven’t guessed already, our job is to get rid of whoever and whatever is causing this.” Tony adds. “We take out the bad guys, steal their shit, and boom. Avengers win.”

“Always so serious.” Nat jokes. You smile at her and head to the weapons area, grabbing a few knives and a handgun, and slotting them into various places on your suit. Bucky is also there, picking a few similar knives but a much larger gun.

“This is your first mission, right?” He asks, not even glancing at you. You think for a moment, not quite sure how to answer.

“Yeah. It’s my first.”

“Don’t sweat it. We’ll be in and out in no time. It usually goes according to plan.” He finally looks at you, smirking, and gives you a wink as he walks away, leaving you with more conflicting feelings.

“5 minutes to landing.” FRIDAY announces.

“We’ll head down now to scope out the area.” Rhodey says. The back of the jet opens and he heads off in his War Machine suit, followed by Sam, followed by Tony using his nanotech and jumping out before he’s fully suited.

“Looks like you’re rubbing off on him.” You hear Bucky say to Steve.

The jet lands in the clearing of a nearby forest, leaving the rest of you to venture through it to the base, undetected under the cover of the night.

“Ready?” Steve asks as you head out.

“So ready.” You reply.

You, Nat, Steve and Bucky all head through the trees and it’s not long before you reach the large, grey building. As you approach the facility, you would have guessed it was abandoned by now if it wasn’t for what Fury had reported.

“Emily, we’ll head through the front and you boys can go around the back.” Nat orders.

“Yes ma’am.” Steve salutes her with a smirk and you head off in your different directions.

You and Nat find a small side door where the front of the building is and to your surprise, it’s unlocked. Both of your guns are up at the ready as you sneak down the eerie corridor. Only dim ceiling lights cast any glow amidst the darkness, the kind that are always flickering in horror movies. You come up to a split in the corridor and push Nat up against the wall with you when you sense an unwanted presence.

You close your eyes, concentrating on the way this person is moving. Though the footsteps are inaudible, you can feel it: the vibrations through the floor, of a male, walking with the rhythm of a robot. Patrolling the grounds. The vibrations get stronger as he nears. When he reaches the corner is when you pounce, catching him in a headlock and choking him silently unconscious, until he falls limp in your arms. You snap his neck. One swift motion and you lay him down on the ground, letting the logo on his uniform get to you more than it should have.

“Damn, Quinn, you sure have some surprising moves up your sleeve, don’t you?” Nat comments, stepping over the agent’s body. “A force to be reckoned with.”

“Buck, come on.” Steve picks up a jog as the pair head through from the opposite side of the premises, but Bucky is still looking over his shoulder every 2 seconds.

“Sorry.” He mumbles, and picks up his pace to match Steve’s.

They head further into the maze and, after taking out a few HYDRA heads, they find themselves in a corridor with a single door on the left hand side, reading ‘WS room 1’

“Winter Soldier.” Bucky speaks softly. “That’s what it stands for. Winter Soldier.” He takes a stammered breath. “This is one of the places they tortured me.”

Steve pays his friend a sympathetic glance. Bucky halfheartedly smiles but resolves to staring at the floor. He walks up to the door and takes a look through the small square window. Through it, there’s a small room, encased by glass, with computers and other equipment as such. Ready to make notes. Observations. Beyond that is a larger room with a stand consisting of various panels and buttons and a lever, which is attached to the large-framed chair beside it. The mere sight of it causes Bucky’s skin to crawl with the pain of the past. It almost makes him jump when Steve places a hand on his shoulder, signalling the time to head off again.

“Uh, guys, you might wanna check this out.” Tony’s voice crackles through the coms. “Get to where I am right the fuck now.”

You and Nat start running down the halls now, checking Tony’s location using the new tracking device he installed into everyone’s suits. Taking out numerous faceless HYDRA agents on the way, you make it to a door, a huge metal door, where two agents lay dead either side. Bucky and Steve arrive just as you do.

Steve opens the door.

With a loud creak, a blue glow emits from within the room, and standing in the middle is Tony, surrounded by viles and viles and bottles and machines. Paperwork is piled up messily throughout the place. You all head inside, slowly making your way around, taking notice of all the colours in various glass beakers, tubes and containers, some smoking, some not. Glancing at all the scribbles on the paper scattered around, and on the walls, it’s clear that this is the testing room for their serum. And by the look of the fridge in the corner, filled with bright blue viles, they succeeded.

“Wait, have they already figured it out?” Steve questions.

“No!” Bucky slams his fist on the table, angered by the despairing truth.

“They did it. They actually did it. And God knows how long they’ve had this. For all we know, there could be dozens of newly created supersoldiers walking among us.” Tony says, taking out a vile and holding it up to the light. You take a sharp inhale and turn away from the rest of the group, suddenly feeling light-headed. As you focus your breath and lean against the workspace, you also focus on the paperwork in front of you. It’s a file. Your soul leaves your body as you stare at the black folder, a blood red HYDRA logo stamped to the front. Underneath, some writing:

‘CONFIDENTIAL - SS test subjects 1-12’

SS. Supersoldier.

You hesitantly open it. Nameless faces are enclosed, reduced to nothing but numbers. All have red stamps over their files, labelling ‘FAILED’ in red. Every one is the same; a face, a name, ‘FAILED’.

Until you reach number 12.

You slam the file shut and jolt back upright.

“Emily? You okay?” Nat asks. You spin to face everyone, who now looks slightly concerned by your sudden outburst. You release the breath you were holding in.

“Yeah. Sorry. Seeing this just makes me so angry, you know? How they just want to create monsters with this stuff. No matter the cost.”

“Tell me about it.” Bucky comments. Everyone gets back to what they were doing before.

You sigh in relief, as if you were expecting them not to believe you. You discreetly slide page 9 out of the folder and fold it up small enough to fit into a pocket in your suit.

“This seems too easy.” Bucky says, as he looks over a page of scribbled formulae. You all gather round and look through what seems to be the final renditions of their recreated serum. As you read through, trying to make sense of the cacography, an overwhelming sense washes over you. You shut your eyes, trying to focus the feeling, pinpoint the source of it.

“Guys,” You open your eyes wide. “we need to get out of here. Right now. It’s everywhere. Let’s go, come on!” You yell at everyone as you feel the heat rise beneath you. You run, and the others follow. Nat grabs a load of HYDRA’s work, taking whatever looks important enough, and heads out with the rest of you.

You make it out of the building and keep running towards the forest. Rhodey and Sam meet you from where they were on lookout outside.

“Get down!” You shout, and everyone covers.

The facility is blown to smithereens, the sound of it erupting through the dawn’s serenity. Bright orange fills the sky, melting into the sunrise.

“Let’s get the hell out of here.” Sam urges, to which everyone gets up and heads back, exhausted, to the quinjet.

You let yourself fall onto a seat, leaning your head back against the wall and releasing a long-awaited breath.

“Thank God we have you on our team, Quinn, otherwise we would have been barbecued.”

“Glad to be here, Stark.” You manage to push yourself up, gathering with everyone around the table, where the team is examining what Nat managed to pick up. You scan what’s in front, and your heart falters.

“Where did you get that?”

“Grabbed it on the way out.” She replies. “Looked important.”

“Well, yeah, files with huge capitals that say ‘CONFIDENTIAL’ usually are.” Sam remarks.

You’re tense the whole flight back, biting your nails and lip as you all go through the papers. And when you land, you’re the first one off the jet.

“How did it go?” Wanda asks when you’re back in the compound.

“You want the good news or bad news first?” Tony pours himself a drink.

“Tony, it’s like 7AM.” Steve states.

“Well done, Cap. You can tell the time.” Tony carries on pouring and takes a large swig, holding his glass up to Steve as he swallows.

You rush to your room in silence before anyone starts recounting the mission and passing round that file.

You shut and lock your door, sliding down it and letting your face fall into your hands. You reach for the piece of paper you took and unfold it. You can hardly bear to look at it, feeling sick to your stomach. You barely recognise yourself.

~~~

“Did they all make it out?”

“Unfortunately.”

“And her?”

“She’s with them now.”

“We will have her back. She can’t hide from us. Number 12 will be back with us soon.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky x y/n #sebastian stan #fatws #tfatws #the winter soldier #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic #steve rogers #black widow #natasha romanoff #sam wilson #tony stark #iron man #rhodey #forgotten love #forgotten love series

[bigbrainbiology]

SS Zelda clothes redesign finally coloured! 💜

This one's been sitting in my Wips to post folder for ages haha, but SSHD is almost upon us so I give you her finally base coloured!

#fanart #legend of zelda #skyward sword #skyward sword hd #loz skyward sword #zelda #skyward sword zelda #she's been coloured in for a while... only just posting now #only base colours fn.. #will Zelda get shaded before sshd release? Prolly not but maybe XD #my art

[nsfwlost]

one on one

"Hey, Dylan. The new head is looking out for ya." 

I choked on my coffee a bit, fingers gripped on the plastic handle a bit tighter as I wasn't sure exactly what I'd be in trouble for. I haven't done anything noticeable -- has I? Surely not. That being said, my attire was lacking for the occasion, or any occasion really. I worked in the lower end of the staff so me and my team never got this impromptu one on ones.

"Has any of the others met her?" Double checking with my co-worker in case they had the wrong person.

"No... the other one she wanted t osee was on vacation." He spoke of it more, your head tilted and lips quirking off from one side to the other. "Look, she's new so, my guess is that she just wants to do a head count and meet us a little bit. Let us know how we can improve and whatnot, yeah?" 

"Hm..." You pondered further, a sigh emitting out unknowingly as you really didn't want to do this.

"I dunno man, might as well get this over with and go back to your day to day routine." A shrug of his shoulders came about as I nodded my head. Better to face them head on rather than run away from this obstacle.

Lee Jueun... Your co-worker spoke of that name before you both split in opposite directions as I headed up over to the office.

You hadn't met her yet, with how busy work has become the past few weeks. It was seeming to be like this day would never come until she propped you out of your schedule to fit onto hers. Spending the week in a split shift, most of the higher ups carried most of their meetings in the afternoon, times where I wasn't in the office.

Regardless, I was prepared for the worst. Things were far from perfect in my area, but everyday was still manageable. If I was going to get fired, than so be it. Business is booming in the work field so it shouldn't be too hard with my credentials to grab something new with ease. But still -- I've been here for a few seasons. Making myself a name with a few others and being part of whatever norm there was here.

I lost myself in that thought with each foot taking one step over the other in a monotonous pace as the door opened when waiting at a locked frame.

"Hello," the women spoke out in a comfortable tone. "Dylan, was it?"

You nodded your head as you gave out a toothy façade of a smile. Giving out a bright impression to leave your mark on. Her hand extended as you followed her up with a firm handshake of a few bobs before retracting back to your sides.

She let you in her office as the pace of your feet revved up again to go inside. The sound of door clunking from behind and a lock soon followed.

"Hey, there's coffee over there if you want some." She offered. "Go ahead, it's fine." She spoke out as she went back over to her desk, grabbing hold of a few papers as I walked on over to the coffee machine, back against the boss and hearing the liquid pour down into the paper cup grabbed.

Shaking off the jitters you had formed and taking a sip, realizing how absurd I just was when they met face to face. Hopefully with due time you wouldn't have been as nervous but it was an uphill battle.

"Dylan." She called out, you spun on your feet with coffee still in your mouth. She sat against the middle of her desk with paper in hand, waving them nicely as she peeked at you with a face you couldn't read. "There's been a few hiccups regarding your work hours, lets get down to it?"

"Sure, that's fine with me." I obliged, having to get those words out of your mouth quickly as the burning coffee was killing your throat.

Jueun went through your personal files, various amounts of them she brought up as you stood there, watching. Your eyes darted to her hand and how it was adjusting her skirt more times than one could count. You didn't want to point it out, but if you didn't know any better. It looked like she kept doing it every time your eyes walked away from her face or to the windows.

But again, my trance was broken by an external force. She moved her arm back to attempt to fix the mess she made but it just got worse. More folders and papers scattered on the floor as you stood quickly on your feet. But Jueun had always bent over, her skirt hiked up high, and he watched the bottom of her perfect ass of hers start to crawl out. If anything, you would have noticed she wasn't wearing any -- 

"Now then." She answered as the manila folders were back in her hands. "Let's get down to it." 

I immediately stood back, only for Jueun to start walking towards you. What was she doing now? 

Their distance was only a few centimeters apart, she stood on her heels and whispered into your ear. "It seems like your profile needs a bit of a morale boost." 

"..Okay?" A breathy noise was your only response.

Jueun's hand went down towards your waists until it reached towards your zipper to give a fondle in her palm. "How would you like to go about it?" She dropped to her knees and onto the carpet between my legs. Undoing the metallic bits of the zipper and pulling down on my dress slacks to let my manhood spring out. It was fully erect -- why wouldn't it be? From how Jueun was displaying herself and now this. Her lips parted wide, hot breath ghosting out from her vicinity and and oozing out like air to my skin. Her head lowered. Licking the head of my cock and gulping down inch by inch until it disappeared like a trick into the vacuum of her mouth.

I didn't last long, I couldn't help it. A heavy load of my cum pumped out of my system and into her mouth and face. Groaning in satisfaction before she lapped up more of my head and sucked on it like a lollipop. Jueun must have savored in the taste. She looked me in the eyes before widening her tiers. Showcasing out an empty mouth. She sucked me off into another full erection. My hands balled into fists as she was in full control of the situation, unable to do anything more as if you weren't day dreaming about ravishing and facefucking that pretty mouth of hers. 

I swear my eyes were rolling to the back of my head as she kept assaulting my cock. You reached your hands out, grabbing hold of the nearest object to grip onto something and that ended up being her jet black, silky hair.

"Nmm..." A loud slurping sound came from the girl right after. "Mm...ah...mfff... Heel hood?" 

My body winced, eyes shut back tight as Jueun's lips clamped down hard and it felt like she was going to take off my cock.  "Did anyone ever teach you not to talk when your mouth's full --?" Speaking out with as much might as I could, each word becoming breathier by the second at the intensity of of she was going.

But your answer was obvious. "...Yeah."  It really did, despite cumming already and moving on to the second round. She was sucking me dry. Her mouth full of my cock, eyes slowly fluttering back open and going to a half lidded state. Seeing how focused and determined she was at making me feel good sparked up a twitch in the lower halve of your body. 

Pure bliss. 

I bet I looked spaced out, I couldn't determine what my faces I was making but it feels dopey. "Nngh--!" My legs became twinge, her soft muscle pulled out of her hot mouth and lathering up the lower side of my groin. It feels good, a second burst was about to blow. Her mouth was all warm and wet, a tight orifice for the taking. 

"Ju...eun...!" My manhood grew better and body felt tighter. Did the temperature rise? Sweat dripping down my pores and grabbing hold of her hair with my dominant hand. I was a ticking bomb and it felt like this blow was going to be bigger than the first. 

More slurps and erotic sounds came out of her, moments came and went where she took out my cock to lower her lips a bit to lather up my balls with her saliva before taking me fully again and again. She was waiting the seconds before the release, like she was preparing herself before the blow to swallow it all up.

"I'm gonna..." Words cut out, unable to finish. sucking in the air in my stomach and feeling like time stopped. Petrified like a mummy and feeling spurts of liquid leaving my body with each tick of time going by. "Uh...ah...!" 

Her mouth was full of it. It really was like what you thought of. White gunk escaped corners of her lips and making a mess all over her face. Jueun looked sweaty from the intensity of the actions. Hands on her lap as she was all skill with her fellatio. 

Was she going to just sit there and accept it? She wasn't done yet. With your duct open and in the middle of ejaculation, she kept sucking. My cock was just an udder Jueun kept milking as your body felt like it was on cloud nine. "Guh... bo-ss! Sucking too hard..." Stuttering out as you gulped down the next breath you took. Heart raced at a quicker rate as her lips left your cock. "ish good, righ?" Her pleading eyes wanted you to give her more and it looks like there were no breaks on the train of her sucking. "Fill m' mouf up more..." It was pretty amazing at how she could diligently swallow it all up. How lightheaded one man could become was all due to what she did. Your hand released the grip it once had on her hair. Giving the top of her head a few pats like a job well done while she kept licking him clean. Up and down, left and right. Spotless. The only thing covering your cock now was her saliva, if you didn't know any better. The sun illuminating from through the blinds made it shine out. "You're a good girl, Jueun. Thanks.." Catching your breath after having the wind knocked out of you felt good. Regaining consciousness from your limbs as her blowjobs fuelled a fire in your soul. If this was how meetings were going to be, I'd be sure to give her more top tier reviews if a repeated performance came out in the near future.

Making quick do of fixing yourself up. work slacks and shirt fitting back on as best as one could and tucking in the shirt to try to cover up that musky scent that lingered off from the abnormalities the two of you just did. 

As Jueun stepped back in her heels and back towards you, you could noticably see a small smirk on the corner of her lips. Not to think her expression was feigned or if this was the side effects from her controlling the situation, but you could confidently say that she was. 

"What were we talking about, exactly? Where were we?"  She spoke out with a merry-go-lucky attitude and brushing off the past half hour or whatever just happened.

"I don't know." No other words could express what you were thinking, mind still felt empty as you tried to figure out what she was thinking about. Lips quirked out from side to side as you just eyed the younger girl.

I just didn't get it. She seemed way beyond casual about this. I've lived a pretty well life and removed from all things mainstream of modern society. It felt like I just expected a culture shock of something way more extreme than anticipating. Not even prepared for this but moreso of failure of the company. 

Hedonistic, playful sex. Using her body as a toy and throwing it at me for a constant stream of sensual gratification. Perhaps such an uninhibited pleasure seeking person should be indulgently in the privilege of youth. Freedom didn't feel like it was going to be too free much too longer in the distant future. No matter how lightly she approached your boss-underling relationship. I need to prepare myself more in the future.

#smut #dia smut #jueun smut

[faaabulousmax]

Fire Emblem: Three Houses all-cast height chart, including Ashen Wolves and Church of Seiros characters, plus timeskip growths! This has been sitting in my WIP folder since I finished playing the SS route weeks ago, haha

#back at it again doing what i do best: scalar comparisons #do people even still play this game #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem #black eagles #blue lions #golden deer #ashen wolves #church of seiros #feth #fe16 #tag urself im annette-height

[shyspider]

Funky Fresh Tag Game!

Rules: Share the titles of some of your wips, and if your followers ask about them, share a preview of the one that is most interesting to them! Tag 10 people who you're curious to see what they're working on.

Got tagged by @ss-shitstorm Check out their response:  https://ss-shitstorm.tumblr.com/post/662133918582161408/funky-fresh-tag-game-rules-share-the-titles-of

Yeah, I’ll play. I don’t get many of these, let alone have an opportunity to share what’s sitting in my folders. Some of them are WIPs, some of them are abandoned which could be picked back up, and some of them are just on a very long hiatus. But I’ll share previews of some.

Transformers

“Passenger” - DelinquentReader/Knockout (abandoned for many reasons. May rewrite.) “Business Partners” - MafiaReader/Thunderhoof (abandoned/long hiatus. Chose other fics to work on.) “Memory Glass” - RangerReader/??? (long hiatus. Fantasy DnD AU. ALLL the fantasy tropes 💕) “Untitled” - ScientistReader/??? (3rd installment of a series. Drafting stage. Sorry, no spoilers.) “Untitled” - LiaisonReader/First Aid/Ambulon (nsfw. Gift fic in the process of getting added on. Will not be released to the public, only released to her. Any previews will be short and safe.) 

Other Fandoms

(Many of these are ‘abandoned’ but hey, I might change my mind and want to work on them. Right now, I don’t feel like taking on another fic on the regular and getting into another fandom.)

“Forged from Ash” - Skyrim: Reader/???  “Shadows in the Forest” - Critical Role: LycanReader/Mollymauk  “While the Shepherd Sleeps” - Mass Effect: OCs/OCs  “Cold Shadows” - Naruto: Reader/Shino, Reader/Garra. “In Blood, In Bondage” - Dragon Age 2: OCmage vs OCrogue (sister Hawkes)

Tag 10 people?? I don’t even know ten writers, let alone feel like I can tag any of them. Uhhh @limited-practice - I’m sure your fans are dying to know what’s good. @authorticity - you’ve been quiet for a while, you workin on anything?  (No pressure from either of you 💖💝 it IS the busy season, so you can totally ignore.)

Anyone who wants to jump in and share their wips, do it. I want to know what you all are working on. Thanks for tagging me @ss-shitstorm. I have now acknowledged all my neglected works, bathed in shame, and ate cupcakes to cope. Just another day.

#Tag Game #Fanfiction #ShySpider Writes #ShySpider has LOTS of bullshit #they might get finished someday #but today is not that day

[eurynome827]

Parent Teacher Conference

Read Part One: Back To School Night

(for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Back To School Week - today is Bucky's day, and it's been a year since I wrote that little drabble and asked if it should be A Thing™️)

The next few months passed as new routines became the everyday. Your daughter continued to excel in her studies, and you dutifully signed the tests, all with high grades and glowing remarks. You managed to hide the smirk on your face whenever the bold and strong handwriting of one James Barnes, 8th Grade History Teacher, was displayed for your approval.

You signed next to his praises.

'Great job!'

'Excellent!'

You imagined him reading over her work, smiling as he marked it, and tried not to sigh.

This wouldn't do. You were a fully functioning adult woman - with a crush on your daughter's teacher - and you were still mooning over him after seeing him once two months ago and without sharing a single word with him.

All that was about to change.

'Your parent teacher conference is scheduled for...'

Panic.

No. This was ridiculous. You'd be fine. Still, you dressed far too nicely, touched up your make-up, kept your heels on even after a long day of work.

Yes. Ridiculous.

You sat on the chair outside his classroom, heels tap-tap-tapping a nervous rhythm on the floor. When the door opened you jumped, and tried to recover before he looked over, saying his farewells to the parent before you. Smiling confidently (you hoped), you rose from the chair and shook his outstretched hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he ushered you in to the classroom, closing the door and indicating the chair in front of his desk. "I don't think we actually met at Meet The Teacher night."

"We didn't," you replied, sitting down. "That event was not as advertised, in our case."

He laughed, even though you thought it was a pretty lousy joke.

Mr. Barnes sat opposite you, and adjusted his glasses after opening the folder with your daughter's classwork. His hands looked strong, his shirt stretched over his arms and chest - what did this guy do in his spare time? His eyes were an even brighter blue than you remembered, especially now that you were so much closer to him than you had been before. You could just catch a whiff of his cologne, and as he flipped through the papers you stared at the stubble covering his jawline before you snapped out of your trance.

This whole reverie took less than a minute, and you felt drunk. How in the world did thirteen year olds consumed by hormones concentrate around this man??

"Your daughter is certainly a great student. She's projected to have a 100 average in my class for this quarter, and she is, as we like to say, 'a pleasure to have in class'," he smiled over the paper at you and you felt your skin heat up, both from your physical reaction to him and your pride in your offspring.

"Thank you, Mr. Barnes. I'm very lucky with her."

"Do you have any questions for me?" He sat back from the desk a bit, his attention firmly focused on you.

Can I have your number? "No...no. I'm good."

You were a stammering mess. If he noticed, he didn't draw attention to it. "Well, I'm sorry to make this so short, but besides spending more time complimenting your daughter, and you on the wonderful job you've done raising her, we're done for tonight." You were entranced for a second watching him drum him fingers on the folder, and then your eyes flew back up to meet his as he questioned, "So when will I see you?"

"Ex-excuse me?"

He swept right past your clumsy reply. "When will I see you as a parent volunteer? We've had a couple of events already. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen you since Meet The Teacher night."

"Well," you stumbled over your words a little again, "it's a little difficult to make time when you're a single working mother." You thought you saw something drift through his expression at your words, just a fraction of a second, and you continued, "but I'd love to help out. I would need a lot of notice to arrange my schedule."

"I'll make sure you get notice. I'd like to see you around more."

Your breath stuttered in your throat and you blinked your eyes a couple of times. Was that a sly little smile dancing on his lips, for a moment? Before you could dwell on it he was standing, and you were too. He was shaking your hand, putting his other hand over yours before letting go, and you were saying goodbye and feeling like you were walking underwater down the hallways and out the door of the school to your car. You put your bag on the passenger seat, buckled your seatbelt, gripped the steering wheel and stared out the windshield, a silly grin beginning to spread across your face.

Did Mr. Barnes just flirt with you?

#james barnes the eighth grade history teacher #hbc back to school week

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Translation Plans

Well... my break was pretty good. was finally able to download the clean fresh live version of the cxm secret mission that i had my eye on since i ranked up, saw the 1984 wonder woman movie (it was okay and I could write an essay on what didn’t sit well with me as a fan of the comics [im kinda of a comic book purist when it comes to the way characters think and their behaviour] but I really liked Lynda Carter’s cameo).... made a lot of progress on one of the hakumyu piano arrangements i’m working on (have now probably listened to certain parts of that song over a hundred times now), watched a bunch of the original hakuoki musicals in hd.... and I finally got my dad to play Batman: Arkham Asylum. My bro and I have been trying to get that to happen for years lol... especially since it has Conroy and Hamill doing the Batman and Joker voices (the animated series is the best!). super steep learning curve tho since it’s being played on the ps3 and the last console he used was the Nintendo Gamecube.    

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to stock up on translations as much as I would have liked to during this time on account of my hardware seriously acting up... to the point that I needed to send my laptop in for repairs and get a new one. Aside from how unresponsive my keyboard was and how hot it got, the laptop itself had become quite slow... though that might have been because my passport [external storage drive] took a bad fall which made a lot of my files harder to access since it was barely able to handle files being accessed/copied/moved off of it (this is after diagnosing it and repairing it via command prompt chkdsk x: / r), with the latter being what I spent most of my break waiting for as i avoided using my laptop since the majority of my drama rips and game capture videos were on it... To give you an idea of how long this took (and how long it is still taking), I went from being able to transfer my 50mb of files in a few seconds... to sometimes taking more than a day (tho other times i’d be able to get 4gb moved in >24 hours, making the timing super inconsistent. also i don’t have access to a cd drive now so i can’t just re-rip things)... which is why I haven’t been able to work on any videos since my last post (I have more than 1.3TB of stuff to move, so my new laptop isn’t exactly at its best right now and won’t be for a long while since I’m not going to be using a recovery service as waiting out the transfers for everything out will definitely be cheaper... the ballpark estimate I got was being anywhere from $500-2000, which is money that i am not exactly eager to part from just for the sake of saving time)... meaning I also probably won’t get to videos for a while since subtitling requires accurate timing and im not fond of things freezing on me while working on videos... ugh. i still have to do an insane amount of grinding later in warframe once my current batch of files finishes transferring... 

Anyway, below is a list of what I’ve mostly managed to schedule (anything with a “?” is something that I haven’t committed to) and a list of what I’d like to get done this year (can’t make any guarantees... however, im probably going to try and translate some things with souma this year cuz of hakumyu), while the stuff in bold text is on my shortlist of things I intend to prioritize (Saito’s Ginsei no Shou chapters and Shinsengumi Oni-tan are still being worked on though not as actively since they’re a lot longer...). 

Also, aside from December, the month that CNY falls on (February this year) and March (bday) will be the only foreseeable times when I put out less translations tho I’ll probably be playing video catch-up during that time this year since i’m not sure what i’ll be able to get done as i wait for my files to get moved.

oh well. I’m still aiming towards posting stuff on a weekly basis for the rest of the year... here’s hoping that it’s less volatile.... tho i unfortunately have non-existent expectations given what made the news yesterday. just glad i don’t live there.

YAISA!

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January

Yuugiroku 3 Saito Fall story today!

Chapter 7 of Saito’s route from Ginsei no Shou + 4-koma

Hakuoki Kyoka-Roku Kazama CG Character Perspective [no vid. havent beaten this game and im not sure when i’ll feel like speed running through it]

Hakuo Gakuen Q & A

February 

Stellaworth Hana no Shou After Story - Harada

Chapter 1 of Saito’s route from Ginsei no Shou

Web drama 8

March

Yuugiroku 3 - Short Episode #8 (Kazama/Amagiri/Shiranui) [still need to get video and screenshots] 

Yuugiroku Drama CD Thumb Sized Samurai Track 1-4 (4 is WIP)?

Char monologue?

April

2017 Otomate Hakuoki SSL April Fool’s Day

薄桜鬼 遊戯録 隊士達の大宴会 店铺特典「教えてください山崎さん！」 (completed yesterday)

Yuugiroku 3 - Short Episode #6 “Yukimura the page’s secret”?

char perspective?

Other

Hijikata Biyori (cuz these are short) 

Yuugiroku 3 Short Episodes (these are longer than the ssl cross and daily stories)

Kyoka Roku Conversation in the Rain - Okita/Toudou/Kazama

Kyoka-Roku CG perspectives

2013 Otomate Party Hakuoki drama “Ideal place for a disagreement”

Saito Ginsei no Shou Chapters

Shinsengumi Oni-tan

Stellaworth Hana no Shou After Stories - Souji, Heisuke (THIS YEAR FOR SURE DAMMIT!)

2011 Hakuoki Reimeiroku Otomate Party drama

Stellaworth Nightshade Kuroyuki CD

薄桜鬼 遊戯録弐 祭囃子と隊士達 A店特典「あなた好みの想いの形」

薄桜鬼 真改 ~風華大全~ 特典「稽古の痛み」

2016 Otomate Party Code:Realize drama* (this is almost 30 min so i will probably translate less that month if i get to it)

2019 ????????????? Halloween SS?*

????????????? Stellaworth Vocal CD (8 tracks)*

*have to check these 3 since I don’t actively follow these fandoms/tags tho im pretty sure no one has translated anything from the fandom for the last 2 items.

also, re:patreon goal - i am currently not able to access the files for the drama i am looking to get a translation commissioned for as it is in the process of being moved off of my damaged passport. 29gb  remains as part of that transfer, which is the result of me trying to move all 865 files from where i keep the majority of the hakuoki dramas i’ve saved all at once... ended up doing that because every time I access that hard drive, each time i open up a folder, and every time I highlight a file to move, the file explorer goes “not responding” for an uncertain amount of time, and have instead opted in doing something that would hopefully reduce the likelihood of something crashing.

#personal post #update post

[sundry-whovengerslocked]

Let Me Know, Tonight And Evermore - Chapter 2

Masterlist

Special thanks again to @crowleysansweringmachine and @ineffable0husbands for helping me with ideas and character development for this fic! You guys are my lifeline <3 Also @lemon-tree-lesbian for coming up with the idea for Crowley's ring!

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of death, implied transphobia, ducks being rude, general silliness

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Let me introduce you to Stephanie.

Stephanie, like Crowley, worked for British counterintelligence under the guise of being a Nazi. She disguised herself as a blond, blue eyed, cisgender male SS soldier. This wasn't too difficult, as she did have blonde hair, blue eyes, and was assigned male at birth. No one suspects the scrawny kid in the corner, which is how she appeared while pretending to be a man.

When she was not playing at being Finn, the SS soldier, the Nazi lackey, Stephanie had the advantage of passing as a cisgender female. That way, she could be herself, and not be recognized.

She had been a spy for a number of years then, since before the second war began. She and Crowley met often, exchanging information. Sometimes Crowley came as Astoreth, sometimes as Anthony. Stephanie always came as Stephanie. They respected and understood each other, and that's what made them such good partners in, well, not crime.

(Not that Crowley would ever admit it, however. Perhaps to Stephanie, but to his coworkers Down Below, he didn't work for anyone on earth, and certainly not against Nazis, even if most demons quietly disagreed with the Führer's work. In Falling they were blatantly separated, after all.)

Crowley and Stephanie often met in the private clubs of Soho, but other times, like the second of October, 1941, they met in St. James Park to feed the ducks.

Stephanie tugged on a blonde curl absently, making sure her wig didn't need to be adjusted. (Of course, it didn't, as one always styles a wig before putting it on; however, it was still a habit of hers.) She looked around the decently empty garden, and the couple of flowers that were lively. Tourism wasn't exactly booming since the blitz had started; and the few people in the park could be assumed to be spies, with an occasional local passing through.

One such spy - who was also a local - approached Stephanie at the bench, a loaf of bread, folder, and small paper bag in hand.

"Hello, Astoreth," Stephanie smiled, gesturing to the spot next to her.

"Stephanie," Crowley said, sitting down next to her frien- ahem -fellow agent. She opened up the loaf, already starting to throw crumbs carelessly to the waterfowl. "How's the hair treating you?" she asked politely, referring to the wig she had given Stephanie.

The woman smirked, a sparkle in her eye. "Well, actually. Although I could say yours is growing a little out of style."

Astoreth's eyebrows shot up, her dark red lips in a slight scowl. "Don't tessst me," she hissed.

Stephanie smirked, opening up her own paper bag and pulling out a marmalade sandwich. She took a nibble, watching Astoreth out of the wrinkled corner of an eye.

The older woman made a tsk sound, trying to hide her amusement at the familiar banter. Taking out her own parcel, she brought out a slice of toast and began to spread jam on it.

For a few minutes the two ate, listening to the birds and breathing in the semi-fresh air.

When they were done, Astoreth handed Stephanie her folder. "Let's talk business."

She opened the folder, seeing a detailed sketch inside. It was of a sword, flames sparking out around it. "You've seen it before?" Based on the look in Astoreth's eyes, Stephanie had elected to say it as more of a statement than a question.

"A long time ago," she responded, twisting the snake wrap ring on her finger. It was silver, with small stones on the head and end of the tail.

"What aren't you telling me?"

She hesitated before speaking morosely. "This time... it's personal."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "Does this have to do with your boyfriend Azi?"

"He's not my boyfriend!" she said defensively.

"Right, and I'm a man," she chuckled darkly, starting to fiddle with the paperclip that was in the folder.

(To an outsider this statement may not make sense, but Astoreth knew very well that she was referencing the common experience all people had throughout the war: of having to lie about who you really are, and what you really feel.)

A pair of swans swam by, one black and one white, close but not quite touching.

"Either way, when am I going to meet him?" Stephanie asked, expression mischievous. "His bookstore isn't too far from here, right? Less than a mile to Soho."

"No!!! No, that would be chaos!"

"How come? Think he wouldn't like me?"

"The opposite! You guys would hit it off!" Astoreth's hands moved erratically through the air as she spoke. "Then you'd share stories about me, and if I'm being honest he probably wouldn't let you go back to work."

Stephanie smiled. "He sounds like an angel."

Astoreth scoffed, unintelligible noises leaving her again. "No, he's, he's an absolute bastard, nothing like an angel, why would I ever call him an angel?"

The younger woman knew her too well. "You do call him an angel, then? That's a cute pet name."

There was silence, and more throwing of bread.

"Can we please just get back to the sword?" Astoreth asked, sadness hidden behind sunglasses.

Another beat of quiet, the ducks pecking each other a little over the crumbs.

The young Nazi spy fidgeted with the office supply in her hands some more, before answering in a hushed tone. "I haven't seen it. But I've heard the rumors. I didn't want to believe them, but they're coming up with all new kinds of torture technology, I wouldn't be surprised."

(She didn't know it wasn't new. She also didn't know it was as old as the earth itself.)

"Apparently von Reichenau is the one who has it," she finished.

Astoreth grimaced. "von Reichenau? Wasn't he in charge of operation Barbarossa?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yes. He was also the one who ordered the Ukrainian Auxiliaries into Baba Yar."

(Field Marshal Walter von Reichenau of the German Sixth Army did more than plan just those events. He was responsible for many other atrocities and invasions.)

The ginger clenched her sharp jaw. "I have to find him, then."

Suddenly, one of the ducks Crowley was feeding came up to her and snatched the rest of the loaf from her.

Stephanie laughed sourly. "I guess they're as desperate as we are."

Astoreth sighed, looking over to the younger woman. "You need to be careful. I still can't believe they put someone so young into this."

"I'm 26, Ash. I can handle it. Besides, a lot of the real soldiers are far younger than I am.” Her brows furrowed. “We need all the help we can get."

There was a long moment of somber silence between the two women before the blonde stood up. "I should go."

Astoreth didn't respond, but as her fellow spy began to turn, she spoke softly. "A.Z. Fell and Co. Eight o'clock. There will be a Bentley out front. Make sure you're not followed," she practically spat the last part for emphasis.

Stephanie smiled slightly, nodding in affirmation. She reached out to hand Astoreth the paperclip she had been fidgeting with, then promptly left.

Crowley opened her palm to look at the paperclip, turning it around in her hands and letting out a sigh. It had been bent into the outline of a small sword. She closed her fists, looking back out across the river. This wasn't going to be fun.

#let me know tonight and evermore #my writing #Sundry writes #chapter 2 #original post #original character #Stephanie #macgyver #reference #Astoreth #fem Crowley #st james park #WWII #WW2 #the blitz #nazis #history #swans #ducks #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #otp: ineffable #undercover #walter von reichenau #bentley #bookshop #a.z. fell #symbolism #fanfiction #fanfic

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Cultist Activity

“Inga, we need to talk.” Anton in his navy-colored trench coat, khaki trousers and brown leather boots approached Agent Two-- Pippa Shepard, with a report file. Concern was drawn all over his face.

“Caleb, there’s literally no enemy snooping around this place right now-- Let alone in the dead of the night. You can just call me Pippa for now.” The fellow O.S.A agent shook her head. “Are you being a conspiracy walnut again?”

“Okay, one-- I will literally drink all of that tea in your food stash if you dare say that again.” It looked like this man wasn’t in the mood for jokes, let alone being called a paranoid over genuine concern.  “And two, I’ve received complaints from townsfolk about a recent phenomenon. Do take a read.” He handed the file over to her.

Pippa took a moment to read over and examine the report-- And that one was  a first. Cult-like activity and behavior? Maybe this enigma of a man was right for once.

She saw his hand-drawn illustrations of hands where their palms were engraved with... Symbols? Looking at those designs alone actually shot a shiver through her spine.

“When did this happen? Where have you first discovered this... incident?” Agent Two became just as uneasy as the Shadow Operative was now.

“Been observing this for the last three days. You know a local tavern around here, right?” Caleb proceeded to sit down on the chair to rest. Wished this was fitted to handle his height and size. He’d hate to break any one chair from those, if at all. “Fulla drunkards at the most active of nights. Not my type of people to hang around-- And I avoid intake of intoxicants personally. Never ends well if I indulge, that.”

“...Saw some of them with those markings. Looked burnt into those palms, as if they were branded. A few faces which I recognize from the excavation efforts, even.” In all honesty, Caleb could actually go for tea now-- Some days he liked it plain, some others he would enjoy it with milk and some... Ah, bizarre as is, he would choose honey to sweeten that one. Other times he would go with a squeeze of lemon juice and said honey. Good for any who struggle with flu-related symptoms.

“I even brought this up to Frau Schabbs. As much of a mutt as she is, she still deserves a warning about meddling with forces she NEVER knows about.” True. Caleb, or rather by his true name, Kahann, knew Hell and its workings like the back of his hands. When he heard of the war and the SS Paranormal Division’s workings, he knew that Earth was about to be thrown into unprecedented danger. “I’ve sent a similar report to her, but in German. Said she’d look into it later-- There were more pressing matters such as infiltration from the Resistance, she said.” At the end of that sentence, he heaved a worried sigh.

“Blazko lad and Wes lad are, perhaps, taking a tad too long to reach here. Told them to get out of Wolfenstein if the folder’s not there and meet at rendezvous point in the tavern. If we fail to stop this... Heresy, ain’t no place left on Earth will ever be sanctuary.”

“Caleb...” Pippa had been near the table by the time he finished talking at the moment. She could be seen serving him a tray of teapot, and with it a teacup. Tonight was a surprise beverage for her guest-- Milk tea. “I’m sure whatever happens, at least one of them will be able to reach us. Can’t give up now, can we?”

“...You’re not wrong.” Even Caleb couldn’t lie. He had been through similar, if not worse hardships, and yet he had come out on top thus far. The man with black, braided hair took a sip from the milk tea. “You know my preferences by now. Many thanks.”

“Pippa.” He looked his fellow agent in the eyes; Blue meeting brown. “Keep yer wits about ye, and stay safe, alright?”

“You sound like I’m going to die anytime soon, Wyckoff.” Pippa might have said it in a humorous tone, but she was still just as concerned the way he said that. “But alright. Better safe than sorry.”

“I hope you dying won’t be the case.” The O.S.A agent looked down. “But there’s no telling where fate goes.”

If he could contact Aetyr again, he would say how crazy this journey has been so far.

#Welcome (IC) #Covers are all they judge books by today (Drabble) #Cerulean Heir (Kahann) #A simple traveler (Caleb Wyckoff) #Agent Two (Pippa Shepard) #Those days gone by (Pre-DOOM) #Age of Prosperity (Pre-Novik Sentinels) #Across space and time (Crossover) #ask to tag tw #nazi tw #nazi mention tw

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Secrets - SoA: Chapter 11

Summary: Reader has lived in a life full of secrets. When her father dies unexpectedly and sends her on a trip all over the country, she finds out just how much like her father she really is. The end of her trip brings her to Charming, CA where she finally gets some big pieces of her family puzzle put back in place and form new relationships with the people there. Chapter 11: The reader and Chibs try to have a meal ;) and that plan is foiled Warnings: language A/N: If it wasn’t clear before, this takes place after the events of the final episode, SPOILERS! Italics are for Chibs and his inner thoughts. Bold is for the reader’s inner thoughts. Word Count: 1922 Tags: @telford-ortiz-teller  @sam-samcro  @tstieff  @yourcroweater  @kacilove26  @hiddlelove  @evilsorceress  @reallynigga21  @suz-123  @between-shades-of-winchester  @caitcrook  @i-was-made-of-nutella @charlottecl  @gunsnrosesislife  @yoonjigu  @mkindoll2016  

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Secrets Masterlist

“You must be out of your goddamned mind,” you scoffed. The balls on this chick.

“After the shit you pulled at RedWoody, you’re lucky I’m not pressing assault charges,” she huffed.

You did the biggest eyeroll your body would allow.

“Me?! Are you fucking joking? You were the one trespassing,” you held up your fingers, ticking off each infraction. “Should we talk about how you stopped me and Happy without cause, or how you seem to know the contents of my sealed juvenile record? Just how many favors did you call in for that Jarry? Lord knows the government doesn’t work that quickly and you sure as shit didn’t have time for a court order. And seriously, walking into a party filled with hardass bikers, what did you expect when you insult one of their old ladies?”

Judging by how pink Jarry’s neck and ears were, you guessed she was embarrassed about being called out, or pissed, probably both. She looked up and spoke to the mirror.

“Eglee, start booking,” her gaze shifted to you. “(Y|F|N) (Y|L|N), you’re under arrest for assault. You have the right to…”

You raised your hand cutting her off, “Spare me. I know my rights.” Scowling at Jarry as Eglee came in, “I want to make a call before you take me to the cells.”

“You don’t get to make a call. All outgoing calls are made at our discretion,” Jarry sounded magnanimous. “Getting a phone call only happens in the movies.”

Jarry gathered the file folder and talked out of the interrogation room. You looked at Eglee, who had a somewhat sheepish look on her face. Eglee whispered as she took your elbow and led you out for booking.

“You sure you won’t look at it? She’ll just be up your ass anyway,” she positioned you for your photo.

“Do you have any distinguishing scars or tattoos?”

“Yeah,” you said, “I have a lot of both.”

Eglee had to take you to a private room to document the scars and tattoos.

Later, as she rolled your fingers over the print scanner, she said, “I’ll let Chibs know what’s going on.”

After the somewhat lengthy booking process, Deputy Eglee took you to your cell.

“I’m gonna take a break for lunch. I’ll give Chibs a call on my own time so Jarry doesn’t know,” she gave you an apologetic look, she’d heard your stomach rumble. “You know the charges won’t stick, right?”

You knew that, but the booking record would still be there.

“Thanks, Eglee,” you said nodding that you knew, trying to mean it. “Hey… I’ll look at the file.”

Eglee raised an eyebrow.

“I know,” you resigned yourself to the task. “I’ll need a couple maps of Charming, some markers, sticky notes and a piece of string if you have any.”

Her gaze narrowed, “Did you see something from that little bit?”

“I’m not sure. It’s that Nova. It’s putting up some red flags,” you speculated.

Eglee was intrigued, “I’ll see what I can scrounge up.”

He’d been pacing the floor inside his apartment, restless for information. He knew (Y|N) was at the Sheriff’s station, but knew nothing else. Torn between getting his brothers and going down there to raise hell or trying to remain calm at his apartment, he’d only partially succeeded in both. The ugly armchair (Y|N) hated was now lying in pieces on the floor. He grabbed his kutte off the peg by the door and went down to the station where the duty sergeant had him removed from the building for being a “pain in the ass loud mouth.” He was sitting on his bike trying to cool off when Eglee stepped out of the building. He sprung up.

“OY! Eglee!” his voice boomed across the lot.

Thankfully, she recognized him and waved as she crossed the lot.

“Chibs, I was just going to call you, what are you doing out here? Why aren’t you inside?” she asked as she got close, shielding her eyes from the sun.

“The sergeant and I had a disagreement of opinion,” he admitted. “Is the lass alrigh’?”

“She’s fine, promise,” she said. “Why don’t you come with me, I can fill you in and we can get lunch.”

He liked Eglee and wished she would run for the office or be promoted to it, or however that shit worked. She’d told him what she witnessed in the interrogation room and how (Y|N) had asked for the file folder. He’d was proud of her. She was a better person than he ever would be, he would have told the sheriff just where she could put the file. Jarry had been a right gash and even bent the law, but (Y|N) was still willing to help.

Inside the station, Eglee helped him slip past Jarry without being noticed. He’d gotten (Y|N) chicken tenders and French fries. She liked to dip them in something, but he couldn’t remember what she liked so he got her one of each. The little eatery had brownies, which he gladly took, and he picked out a soda for her.

He rounded the corner and smirked at the sight of her. She had her hair twisted up and pencils sticking out of it, somehow it was holding her hair off her neck. There were two maps on the floor where she was sitting cross legged. Leaning over to look at them, she’d needed to tuck an errant strand of hair behind her ear. He noticed she had the case files laid out behind her on the bed, seemingly in some order. As he got closer, he could see colorful dots marking the maps.

“Hullo, luv,” he said softly.

She looked up from her maps and gave him that smile he would do anything for.

“I knew you’d find me,” she said, standing up.

It was such a relief to see him, even if there were bars between you. You’d been pulled out of the laundromat rather abruptly leaving Filip to wonder what happened to you. He was carrying a bag that smelled heavenly and had a bottle of your favorite soda and he put both on the floor by the cell door. You awkwardly put your hand through the bars so you could touch him. You had to get on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss through the bars. How romantic.

“It’s good ta have a shop keep tha’ doesn’t miss much,” he conceded. He looked at the bars that separated you. Touching them with his finger, “Never thought it’d be ME on this side of the bars.”

After reading his full arrest record, you knew about all of the times he’d been in prison and jail.

“Oh, did you get a lot of visitors in Stockton?” you were trying to lighten the mood.

He looked down at the floor. Was he embarrassed? Hesitantly, he looked back to you, no deception in his eyes.

“No. There wasn’ anyone,” he said. “I brought ye lunch. Must be starvin’.”

You knew exactly what it was. The chicken and fries smell had hit you almost as soon as he walked into the cell room. Sweet boy remembered I like chicken.

“Oh my god yes, thank you!” you were starving.

Eglee appeared, loudly jingling the cell door keys.

“Sorry to interrupt. Thought you might need the door opened,” she said, her gaze passing between you and Chibs.

“No touching after I close the door,” she winked at you.

Opening the door, she stepped out of the way and went back to the cell room entrance. Filip handed you the food and you set it inside in an open space on the floor by the foot of the bed.

“You have thirty seconds,” she said with her back turned.

Filip was already reaching for you as you nearly launched yourself at him. He gathered you into a bone crushing embrace.

“I’m sorry she’s doin’ this to ya, love,” he said into your neck.

He’d pulled you up so your toes were just touching the floor. You stroked the back of his head and neck.

“It’s okay. I can actually help with this,” you told him.

He let you rest on your feet again, but didn’t let you go. His forehead was on yours, his eyes closed.

“D’ye have a lawyer? Should I call Jack?” he asked.

“Call Jack,” you nodded just a little.

His hands came up to cup your head in his big hands. He kissed you hard, like he might never get to do it again. Eglee cleared her throat and Filip released you, leaving you breathless and stunned. He stepped out of the cell so Eglee could lock you back in.

“Were you able to figure anything out?” Eglee asked.

You sat in your spot on the floor and looked over your maps. Grabbing your lunch…oh God, he got me a brownie, sweet, sweet boy… you aired your speculations while you and Chibs ate lunch

“…the throw away cars just make me think that they’re doing it to distract from the real prizes.” You picked up the file with the car that had caught your eye and handed it through the bars to Eglee. “That 1970 Chevy Nova is a SS 396. Not only is that car badass, it’s also rare. It was one of the last big engine muscle cars.”

“What is this? A picnic for criminals?” Jarry said from the cell room entrance.

“Come now, sheriff, it’s not fair to lump Eglee in wi’ all of us,” he indicated you, himself and Jarry.

“This is an unauthorized prisoner visit,” Jarry told him.

Eglee had already scrambled to her feet and was standing away from you and Chibs. You didn’t blame her, you knew she shouldn’t have allowed your visit with Filip, and distancing herself from the situation and hoping for the best was all she could do. The word “prisoner” had hit you finally. Thinking quickly, and willing yourself not to panic, you grabbed a sticky note and wrote down Jack’s phone number and handed it through the bars to Filip. He held you hand for just a brief moment before being escorted out by Jarry.

She was following him, but he didn’t slow down. It was all he could do to not kick her ass all the way across the parking lot.

“Scotty, wait…” she called, “Filip!”

He reeled around on her and she stopped abruptly at the look in his eyes. “What do ye wan’ wi’ me, Sheriff? You ended things. We both know it wasn’t going anywhere, it was just sex. Why do ye keep on wi’ this, why d’ye gotta bring in the lass?”

Jarry seemed to ignore what he said. She didn’t want anything distracting her from her mission.

“Do you even know anything about her?” she asked.

“I know enough,” he said, not really wanting to answer her, not wanting to say too much.

“So, she told you about how the guy she was dating in the military nearly killed her?” She watched Chibs for his reaction. She could see he didn’t know about that part of her life. “Once he was in prison, she had one of her felon friends beat the ex up. Did she tell you that later on, that same felon friend and she almost got married? Or that when her dad died, she inherited one of the biggest accounting firms in the state? She doesn’t have to work a day in her life.” She smirked at his reaction, she’d gotten what she wanted.

He hadn’t known, not any of it.

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[dedmuffins]

Have a lovely Valentine's Day!

Here, have the one-shot from my Nick x F!SS fanfic on Wattpad for today. It’s rushed. Hella bad. Like, I had to write this today in a rush to make it before midnight. ( I didn’t. ) so I apologize if it’s shitty!

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The sound of the file cabinet slamming shut made Nick jump, his cigarette falling out of his mouth. Ellie stepped beside him, balancing some folders between her forearms and her chest. Without looking away from the papers, she simply reached down and brushed the burning cigarette from Nick's coat, stepping on it.

"Anything new?" He said, looking up at her from his seat. She, without hesitation, plopped the folders down on the desk in front of him.

"What, you thought you'd get Valentine's Day off? Lost dog, stolen jewelry, synth replacement, and this one is interesting." She shuffled through the folders and leaned down, opening one of them up and pulling some papers from the file. Nick leaned in to see the contents as she hastily flipped through. "Basically, some kids showed up yesterday and I thought they were just trying to play a prank on the 'old metal detective', but that was until one of them mentioned their parents are missing. Both of them."

"Both parents? Just poof?"

"That's what I thought. I tried asking the questions, ya know. 'When did you last see them?', 'What did they say to you?' But they're just too young. Couldn't get anything solid from any of them. Maybe it's just that I'm not good with kids, and I can't say they'll feel so fondly about being interrogated by a scary-looking man in a trench coat."

Nick instinctively placed his hand on his chin and scratched, a small quirk that had stuck around from the old Nick Valentine.

"But we cant wait any longer. These kids have been by themselves for days now." She crossed her arms, clearly eager at the thought. "I can try to cover these other cases for now, but you make sure to figure out arrangements for these kids if their parents, uh, you know."

Nick stood up with a slight creak from one of his knees, and placed his hat on in one movement before he heads to the door.

"I know someone who can help with this one." He assured Ellie.

"I assume this someone is the same someone who helped us close several other cases?" She smirked, taking a seat at Nick's desk.

"What can I say? Sole's getting to be a better detective than me." And with that, he closed the door behind him and headed off to find Sole. They're usually pretty easy to find, anyway. Sanctuary Hills is typically where she's at. Though, sometimes she stays at Home Plate there in Diamond City, so it never really hurt checking there first.

Nick stopped to chat with some people on the way to Sole's. He even wanted to check around Dugout, but most people were either too strung out to even notice other people trying to step into the bar. That night was going to be understandably busy, so he didn't mind.

Rounding the corner, he finally flicked his cigarette onto the the ground, causing the glowing orange to crumble into a gray dust under his foot. He quickly knocked three times. No answer. Taking a moment, he placed his hand in his pocket before knocking with the other once more. Still nothing. Sanctuary it was, then.

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"She hasn't been here for a few days. I think she's on some mission with the Brotherhood. Last person I saw her go off with was Danse." Deacon explained, wiping down the countertop with a rag. He occasionally pitches up in Sanctuary as a caravan owner, just to keep things interesting in the settlement. He also liked to get together with the gang that's usually all there, but not then. Hancock was off in Goodneighbor. Preston was at the Castle. Pretty sure Strong was out eating some raiders that were giving some neighboring settlements trouble. 

"Oh. Alright. I'll head back home then." Nick turned around to leave, but quickly added on to his statement. "When she comes back, can you let her know I need to see her?"

"'Course, bud." Deacon nodded confidently, flashing a dopey smile before going back to his customer, who he had completely disregarded.

Nick headed back to Diamond City. Guess he'll have to do this one on his own. The sun started creeping below the horizon as he approached the gates.

The thing about Sole, is that Nick could identify her from a mile away. He wasn't sure if it was her posture, or her even if it is anything that has to do with the way she looks. But the way his fans start whirring like an old desktop is the closest thing he gets to excitement is all he can describe it as.

He made his way farther into the city to get a better reading. Yep, that was her.

Sole stood just outside of Home Plate, watching Soloman as he slowly digs through his stash. She wore a torn up and badly stained gray shirt along with similar sweat pants. Her lack of shoes also implied that she didn't plan on being out of her house for an extended period of time.

Just as soon he noticed her, though, she disappeared back into her home. Filled with confusion, he rushed to her door, knocking again, but more gently.

"Sole? Sole, I know you're in there." Nick took a quick look over his shoulder before tilting his head forward in disappointment. "Sole, are you getting high?" His voice lowered quite a lot, but was still very audible from the inside of her home, where she sat, curled on the couch.

Used Jet inhalers cluttered the floor around her. Wiping the tears from her eyes, she allowed herself to stand up and open the door for Nick, who she just knew would give her a hard time. She just wanted to avoid it for a little while. She didn't even bother to fix up her hair any.

Seeing Sole look like that broke Nick's non-existent heart. She had dark circles around her eyes, and dirt smudged on her face. Her nose and eyes were bright red from a mixture of the Jet and tears. Her head hung low, trying to let her hair block her face. Nick stepped in and shut the door behind him.

"I needed help with a case. I didn't know you'd be in here doing all of this Jet." His tone was slightly hostile at the end of it, a lot more threatening than he meant it to sound like. She pressed her eyes closed at him raising his voice, causing tears to escape from the corners of her eyes.

"It's Valentine's Day." She sniffled.

"Yes, it is." He stated, taking his hands from his pockets and crossing his arms.

"My first Valentine's Day without my family. Well, technically, it's my 211th... but..." she tried to joke, but ended up sobbing instead. Nick didn't move from his spot, he just held his hand to his forehead, taking in the scene before him. She was broken. Worse than he thought.

Sole fell to her knees, sobbing loudly. Somewhere in the mumbling mess, Nick was able to make out the names Nate and Shaun. Nick sat down with her on the wooden floor. The sound of metal scraping against metal from his knees being bent at an awkward angle fills the silence until they’re left sitting across from each other.

Soles tears poured uncontrollably, and she desperately tried to wipe them from her cheeks whenever they fell, but it didn’t matter. They just kept coming. He held his hand out, palm facing upwards. He waited for her to notice.

Finally, a hand extended from her trembling form and her thin fingers clung tightly to his.

“I’m sorry.” She sniffled one last time, wiping her tears one last time and fixing her hair out of her face. “I’m sorry about this. I didn’t mean to hold you back. Uh, what’s the... what’s the case?”

Nick didn’t let go of her hand. In fact; he reached out with his broken hand and held her other hand as well. He watched how she examined it through the tears that remained on the brims of her eyes.

“You’ve got troubles of your own. We’ll find your kid, and as for your husband?” Nick finally speaks up. “He won’t be forgotten.”

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Nick lead Sole from the house. The moon was well in the sky at this point, and they weren’t even sure if it was still Valentine’s Day, but he was going to take Sole out for a good old fashioned stroll under the stars. He held his arm out, and she chuckled under her breath as she gently wrapped her arm around his.

“Let’s go solve the case, detective.” Sole smiled before leaning against his shoulder. He couldn’t tell if she was using the term teasing-ly, or if she was actually calling him detective. So in return he snickered and let a smirk spread across his face.

“Sure thing, doll. Sure thing.”

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