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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Request: Yes or No

For anyone confused, (Y/N) was around 17 when he fought the Avengers and was taken in and now he's 18-19. Lowkey a filler to develop/show (Y/N)'s relationship with Laura and Clint

You stared up at the large wooden house, a soft breeze blowing by that made you tugged down the sleeves of the sweater you were wearing. Clint turned off the engine of his motorcycle, looking up at you. You furrowed your brows and turned towards him, glancing at the darkening sky.

"What is this place?" You asked, watching him curiously Clint stood beside him, gazing fondly at the house. He looked at you with a gentle smile.

"My home."

"Home?"

"Yep, home. The only other people who know about this place are Fury and Natasha." Clint revealed, making your brows raise. You looked back at the house. It was homey for sure. Far from the city with nature surrounding it. A perfect place to raise a family and live a quiet life. You bit your bottom lip, gently wrapping your arms around yourself.

"So, why’d you bring me here?" You asked. If it was such a big secret that not even Tony or Steve knew about it, why would he share it with you? You weren’t even part of the team. You were just a child that they had to take in. Clint placed a gentle hand on your back.

"You need some fresh air and a break from the shit back at the tower. Come meet my wife and kids." Clint said, walking towards the house. You slowly followed, still unsure about the whole thing. You didn’t know why Clint trusted you so much. Not even a couple weeks back, you had attempted killing him and the Avengers. You had heard Tony mention Clint having a habit of taking in strays so you assumed you were just another person Clint wanted to help. The aroma of food filled your senses, making you let out a soft hum. Clint had heard it, chuckling as he stepped into his home. You followed, noticing the pictures on the walls and scattered drawings.

"Laura, I’m home!" Clint called out into the house, following the light from the kitchen. You noticed some legos laying around, looking up as a woman approached Clint and greeted him with a kiss.

"How was work?" She asked softly, smiling. You could see two kids looking at you curiously from the table. Clint smiled back at his wife, gently stroking her long hair.

"It was fine, honey. I brought a guest." Clint motioned towards you. Laura looked at you, humming softly. Her smile widened as she faced you.

"You must be (Y/N). Welcome to the Barton Farm." Laura giggled softly, placing a hand on her belly. Your gaze dropped down, noticing her barely visible bump. Laura followed your gaze, chuckling softly.

"We’re- Well, more like Natasha is hoping for a little girl." Laura smiled, glancing at Clint when he placed a gentle hand on her bump. She looked back at (Y/N), motioning to the table.

"Come join us."

You walked with Laura to the greenhouse, glancing over at Tony and Steve as they talked.

"How was your first mission?" Laura asked, smiling widely as she gazed at you curiously. You were supposed to go on a mission when your training was complete but nevertheless, it had been quite exciting. You smiled, looking forward.

"It was.. Good. It didn't go as planned, obviously, but there wasn't much of a plan to begin with. Clint's definitely holding a grudge against the runner." You chuckled, opening the door to the greenhouse and stepping inside. Some new flowers had been added.

"I don't blame him." Laura said, giggling as she pulled up a chair. She sat down, letting out a sigh of relief. Laura rested her hands on her belly, watching you with a gentle gaze.

"The girl.. The girl made Hulk lose his shit and made the others see stuff." You told her, picking up a pot with a venus flytrap inside. You gently ran your finger over the plant, watching it open.

"Did she get to you?"

"No, I.. I stopped her before she could do anything to me. Natasha seemed pretty shaken up by what she saw." You looked back at her, frowning softly. You had never seen Natasha look so broken inside. Whatever she had seen, it had definitely triggered some bad memories. You wondered what Wanda would've made you see. The orphanage? The fight with the Avengers?

"Clint mentioned you had to work on your people skills." Laura recalled, laughing softly as she tilted her head. "What's that about?"

"I might've choked.. A few people."

"Might've?" Laura repeated, raising her brows. You placed the pot down, letting out a soft sigh as you stared down at the venus flytrap.

"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" Laura asked softly, noticing the change. You gently pushed the pot back into its spot beside the other plants, shrugging lightly.

"Not that long ago, I was in their spot. Wanda and Pietro.. Two young metas trying to survive. With my powers, I could have seriously injured someone and-"

"But you didn't, did you? We're all standing on this plot of land, living and breathing." Laura stood up from the chair, holding onto it as she regained her balance. She walked towards you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"You were a frightened kid on survival mode. You were doing whatever you could to protect yourself." Laura said, gaze softening.

"Obviously, I could never hurt Thor or Hulk but... I almost crushed and suffocated everyone else. Tony had to work on his suit, Natasha and Clint had bruises for days.. Steve did that weird staring thing like a fucking camera whenever I was in the room." You reached forward, running a finger over the leaf of a plant and watching it grow.

"Look at yourself." Laura motioned to the plants. "You have full control of your powers. You know your limits. You're.. Mother Nature's son! Like, almost literally her son."

"I'm your son." You muttered, keeping your gaze on the plants. Laura stayed quiet, almost frozen in place. She slowly smiled, nodding as she blinked away tears.

"Yeah.. Yeah, you are. You're my son. You're a Barton." Laura said softly, sniffling softly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I'm gonna go see if Stark is willing to check out the tractor. Holler if you need anything." Laura said, turning around. She left the greenhouse, walking back towards the house. You thought about her words, knowing what she said was true but things could've gone differently if you had been in full control of your powers during the confrontation with the Avengers. Clint had still offered you support despite it all.

You brought your knees close to your chest, hearing the sounds of the Avengers grunting and talking on the floor below. The overgrown vines in the abandoned building wrapped around the corner you were in, providing cover.

"Hey, kid? You up here?"

"Barton, what the hell are-"

"Shut up, Tony." You furrowed your brows, hearing sluggish footsteps on the floor you were at.

"This isn't the greatest hiding spot, kid." The voice, 'Clint', had gotten closer. He was most likely standing infront of you, the vines being the only thing keeping you from seeing him.

"Look, I know you're scared. I know the orphanage probably wasn't great either, but we can help you. I can help you. You can trust me." Clint assured softly. You swallowed, reaching out and touching the vines. They parted, letting you peer up at Clint. He offered a tired smile, extending his hand to you.

"You just made Laura the happiest woman alive." You turned towards Clint, chuckling softly. Clint pushed himself off the doorway, stepping inside.

"Must be nice to finally feel happy for once." You replied, grinning.

"Oh, trust me, you should've seen her face when I proposed." Clint chuckled, looking over the greenhouse. He hummed.

"Maybe I should get into gardening." He muttered, arms crossing as he looked over the different flowers. You watched him.

"You'll be busy with missions."

"I don't plan on sticking around for long, if I'm honest. I want to retire and be with my kids more. The hero life isn't forever for some people. Keep that in mind, (N/N)."

"You're gonna leave the team?" You asked, frowning. You knew Clint had been thinking about it. Especially with a third kid on the way that would come at any moment.

"I got lucky but.. The thought of leaving Laura alone with three young kids, a barely legal adult, and a big plot of land.." Clint sighed, shaking his head as he gently tapped his finger against the table.

"I don't want to be an absent father and miss out on big achievements. I owe it to Laura and you guys." Clint explained softly. You understood. None of the other Avengers were parents yet. Clint dying meant fatherless kids and a widow. He had a lot more to lose.

"I'll always be here if you need advice or more training. I just won't be on the field with you." Clint placed his hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze before he leaned in and gave you a hug. You hugged him back, eyes shutting. You weren't sure how you'd be on the field without Clint there to support you. Being beside him brought you comfort and reassurance.

"You'll be an amazing Avenger, (Y/N). I know it." Clint whispered, leaning back and smiling softly.

"Will you be my number 1 fan?" You asked with a grin.

"I'm afraid the top three spots are already taken but I'll happily be your fourth biggest fan." Clint laughed softly, turning his head when Laura called for him and you.

"Come on, let's see what the boss wants." He said playfully, turning around and walking out. You followed, noticing Nick Fury standing on the porch. He gave you a nod before entering the house.

"What's he doing here?" You asked, looking at Clint. Clint shrugged, letting out a deep sigh as you walked up the steps.

"We're about to find out."

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kaibutsushidousha · 3 years

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If the v3 cast were Masters, which Servants would they summon who has the highest compatibility with them ?

Akamatsu and Amakusa

Amami and Nursery Rhyme

Iruma and Caligula

Ouma and Nightingale

Ki-bo and Kotarou

Gonta and Bedivere

Saihara and Arjuna

Shirogane and Gilgamesh (Caster)

Shinguuji and Medusa

Chabashira and Xuanzang

Toujou and Queen of Sheba

Harukawa and Jason

Hoshi and Dantes

Momota and Mandricardo

Yumeno and Nagiko

Angie and Douman

Explanations under the cut in case you're confused, because you probably are.

First off, Twitter people might be wondering why so many choices are different from what I chose for this thread. Obvious consideration for who is normally summonable aside, the main thing I kept in mind here is that compatibility summon comes in two flavors. Pattern A is a hero similar in nature to Master (Sakura and Medusa, Ryuunosuke and Gilles, etc), and Pattern B is the hero the Master needs for the personal struggles of their character arc (Pepe and Ash, Erice and Voyager, Elsa and Arash, Jinako and Karna, etc). Pattern B is always more interesting than Pattern A, so that's what I'm using for all my choices. Now let me go over them one by one.

1. I say things will be different from the thread and immediately break the promise with Akamatsu. Akamatsu relied a lot on Saihara's brain to build her plan, but their relationship was never one of mutual trust because she knew Saihara would agree to her harsher and more definitive methods. The hero Akamatsu needs is someone both competent and like-minded. Someone who shares her earnest will to save everyone and willingness to use more extreme methods for it. Amakusa is the Servant for her.

2. For Amami, I'll go with Nursery Rhyme. Much like Raikou got Nursery in the Heian Singularity's Imperial Grail War as the emotional crutch daughter figure she needed, Amami gets an emotional crutch little sister figure to help him reunite with the twelve he lost. This pair would be interesting because it'd subvert Nursery's usual MO of simply forcing others to reconnect with their inner child. The whole reason why he lost 12 sisters is that his passion for seafaring and exploration distracts him from what he's supposed to do. Her role as the villain of the Santa Nightingale event shows she can be harsh when children are being neglected, so Nursery would be the force pulling Amami back on track, but she'd have to balance that with allowing him to enjoy himself to preserve his childish love for adventure. He'd be a tough and delicate case for our Hero of Children.

3. The hero Iruma needs is... anyone who tolerates her, really. My first thought was Karna, but he's about finding value where no one else does, and Iruma has her share of undeniable value, so I think he isn't the best choice. Their pair would be a watered-down version of Jinako's pair anyways. Fate/ actually quite scarce of Servants defined by being all-tolerant because that's a trait they push more on Fujimaru, but two examples that come to mind are Romulus, the man who loved all of Rome (read: human civilization) in both its sins and achievements; and Caligula, the man who went crazy trying to do the same. Romulus is too OP to help Iruma tone down her ego, so I'll go with Caligula.

4. Ouma is a hard case. He needs someone he can absolutely trust and finding one of those is a huge challenge. The only ones Ouma has expressed full trust to were Gonta, because he was unquestionably good and weak-willed enough to never stray away from Ouma's instruction without asking first; and chapter 5 Momota, who was in circumstances so complicated that he wouldn't dare to throw away the chance Ouma's script offered. Ouma is the kind of paranoid control freak who would intentionally go for a Berserker because even the ones who speak are single-minded in a way that makes them easy to plan around. The alternative would be someone so like-minded in methods and standards that he'd probably hate them but still trust as someone who thinks the same way he would, but only BB fits that bill and she's not normally summonable. With that card off the table, the only options Ouma has left are Berserker he can trust to never kill anyone ever, and the only Zerk valuing life this much is Nightingale. BB's fellow nurse, amusingly enough.

5. Ki-bo would be offended with Alaya if he summoned a robot or homunculus just because he's a robot. And he also wishes for a partner that will treat him as an equal without denying what makes him different as a robot. In short, he needs a human Servant that is used to have normal relationships with robots. But Chen Gong or Red Hare because they're too evil, nor Orion because he's too crude. That leaves us with robot Danzou's human son, Fuuma Kotarou.

6. Gonta's wish is to become a true gentleman his human family can acknowledge, and for that, he needs the example of someone who is both well-mannered and of noble heart. Bedivere is an easy choice.

7. As I mentioned a few times before around 2017~18, I strongly think the best thing about Saihara is his interactions with Hoshi. Saihara is a guy feeling eternally guilty because he made one "good guy" murderer pay for his crime and he tries to make up for it by forcefully validating Hoshi's mass-murdering of the mafia. Then in Fate/, we have Arjuna, an all-around excellent man who adamantly believes himself to be evil because he did one dishonorable thing once. Saihara is the stubborn validating Master Arjuna needs to make him understand that he is not the monster he believes himself to be.

8. The first thing about Shirogane is that she really doesn't like reality, especially when it concerns herself. She can't muster any interest in the boring, plain girl she is or the boring, plain world she lives in, so she makes a hobby and a job out of becoming someone else, a larger-than-life figure in a fictional world. She loves all Danganronpa characters but expresses greater adoration towards Junko and Kamukura, the most unreal the series has produced. Enter Gilgamesh, the Hero King with the comically large ego and literally all Noble Phantasm to satiate Tsumugi's craving for a break from reality. That said, Gilgamesh has the recurring hobby of playing therapist to a Master disconnected from their own self and is the franchise's greatest symbol of the willing departure from the Age of Gods into the Age of Man. As much as he fits her tastes on a surface level, he's the guy who transitioned the flashy world of fantasy she dreams of into the plain world she hates, and he'll use most of his free time to the same on a personal level for her. The Caster version is being specifically picked because Archer has childish beef with modernity, and Caster is intentionally making his arsenal more limited and unimpressive, which is self-demonstrative of the points he wants to make to Shirogane.

9. One of his Free Time Events has him explaining why Medusa is his favorite myth, and I definitely can't claim to know this shit better than him. Deep emotional attachment to a story can net you a compatibility summon, as Kiara is there to show, and Shinguuji gets bonus points from how TM Medusa became a monster out of living her life for her sisters rather than for herself.

10. Cute and righteous female Buddhist mentor figure who does martial arts. What else could Chabashira ask for?

11. Toujou takes self-worth from serving big important people with utmost perfection, so she needs her Servant to be a king or similarly important leader. But she also needs it to be a support Caster so can properly invert the Master-Servant relationship and personally fight the enemy Servant for her king. The only characters in the middle of the Venn diagram of kings and support Casters are Medea and Sheba, and Medea wants nothing do with the royalty life anymore, so Sheba it is.

12. The role of the hero Harukawa needs is already properly fulfilled by Momota in the story, so I'll go with Jason because he shares all of Momota's strenghts and flaws. He's someone who'll force her to be part of a team, relentlessly encourage her break out of her shell, and have a shitty personality she can never fully respect, making the relationship balanced. And things would go even smoother with Jason because his summon comes with Atalante, who is someone Harukawa can easily relate to.

13. Hoshi needs someone who would assure him of his choices and make him comfortably reconnect with his past like he did with Saihara in his Free Time Events. As practically the face of the Avenger Class, Dantes defines himself as an ally and guardian to the ones who were wronged and lashed out in less than virtuous ways, so he's a perfect fit.

14. Momota is too aware of himself as the protagonist of his own story to want a hero. He would instead want a loyal sidekick or a like-minded rival. Voyager is a good sidekick option due to his fit with Momota's wish for greater adventure further beyond, and is a Servant Momota mentions in his Free Time Events, so there's the emotional connectional to his story there. For a rival, a big name adventurer like Drake or Odysseus could work, and so could a wandering warrior like Musashi. But there's one option that fits both roles: Mandricardo. Rica has the adventurer experience necessary to eventually compete with Momota, but also Saihara's level of self-esteem, allow him to start on the sidekick role until Momota pulls him out of it and shapes him into a proper rival.

15. Like with Harukawa, the role of hero Yumeno needs is already fulfilled by Chabashira in canon, so we know what she needs is someone with high energy and a deep understanding of emotions. And Fate/'s biggest connesieur of human emotion is none other than our Kiyohara no Nagiko.

16. Angie is a complicated case because she doesn't react well to being disobeyed. My first idea for someone with a functioning partnership with her is a knight, but knights generally work on the premise that their king is selfless and righteous, which Angie isn't. There are people like Lan Ling, Liangyu, the ninjas, Mori or Okita, who submit their lives to anyone's authority, but for that same reason, they wouldn't help Angie improve. What she really needs is someone good at feigning humility, like Limbo. He wouldn't have good intentions for her Master, but by manipulating situations out of her control without letting her feel like her divine words are being challenged, he can force some level of change on her mindset. It's better than nothing.

#danganronpa v3 #type moon #kaede akamatsu #rantarou amami #miu iruma #kokichi ouma #ki bo #gonta gokuhara #shuuichi saihara #tsumugi shirogane #korekiyo shinguuji #tenko chabashira #kirumi toujou #maki harukawa #ryouma hoshi #kaito momota #himiko yumeno #angie yonaga

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citadelspires · 3 years

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P1 - Given how great you're track record's been for doing hypothetical interactions of Amphibia kids with the Duck kids and Owl House kids, let's try doing the Duck kids meeting the Owl House kids and who they'd like the best. I'll exclude Violet for this for the sake of evenening things out 5 to 5. I'd assume Luz would get along best with Dewey (both jump into adventure), King with Louie (could see em teaming up for a scheme), Willow with Huey (eh, more leftover interaction but can work)

Screenshot of second half of the ask provided. Text: P2 Gus with Webby (would totally ask each other lots of questions about their species), and Amity with Lena (both got abusive figures they stood up to and would totally talk about their crushes on Luz and Webby LOL). Would love to see you take on Duck kids and Owl House kids interactions.

First of all I’m very pleased to hear you find my track record on these posts good, they’ve been really fun to write and it makes me really happy people like them! Second I am so sorry it’s taken so long to get to this ask, it’s a really in depth one and it took a long time to write, I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait!

Aight! Oh and one last thing real quick before I get into it. I hope you wouldn’t mind me adding Violet back in, partially due to the fact I love her, but mostly because there’s actually another owl house character I think works significantly better with Louie than anyone else and I really want the chance to talk about that. Saving that one for last hehe. This’ll be another long one, writing below the cut.

Luz and Webby So I do like a lot of the possible interactions brought up by your suggested grouping but my mind went in a few different directions. I’ll start with Luz, who would fit in best with another excitable adventuring partner, as pointed out, but I think the best fit for her in that regard would actually be Webby. While Dewey would no doubt get along great with Luz, there’s a special element to the potential relationship between Luz and Webby that really elevates the potential of their friendship to another level, that being: they both want to eat a hamburger.

An aspect of Webby I wish the later seasons of the show got into a little more, but is definitely something I would consider a core part of her character, is the fact that she got held up in the mansion her whole childhood, with no opportunities to interact with the world around her, have all the adventures she wanted, and most importantly to just be seen as the kid she wanted to be. And while Luz was technically able to go out into the world, the place she found wasn’t one that was willing to see her, or give her any of the chances she longed for. Both Webby and Luz fully understand that feeling of being trapped in your own life, of finally getting the chance to break out and just doing your best to make the most of it. I think there’s a lot the two could gain from spending some time together.

(Also, to borrow the bit about gushing about their crushes but from the other end, these two would totally get sidetracked talking about their respective crushes and also trying to play wingman for each other. It’s a massive comic disaster in both cases, but somehow both Lena and Amity manage to find it endearing).

Amity and Violet Okay wait lemme explain. While the two of them don’t have a whole lot in common at first glance, I think they would genuinely get along extremely well. While a lot of Amity’s focus on school came at the force of her parents, you cannot honestly expect me to believe that girl isn’t a studious nerd on her own anyway. Heck even outside the realm of studies she throws her full dedication into literally every single thing she does. Remind you of anyone? Beyond just being extremely intelligent Violet is clever and ready for anything. She takes everything in stride and always has a plan, she can go from “we were sleeping over and you said everybody get on the plane, so we got on the plane” to “I brought an axe” in a minute flat.

I like to think the two of them would have a mutual respect for each other based on their respective intellects upon first meeting, but as they become closer friends they find they can move from more serious respect to a casual enjoyment of each other. I would go as far as to say that both of these characters really value dependability in a friend, and that they each provide a lot of that. To wrap back around to the stuff about intelligence I think Violet could provide a lot of insight to Amity as far as showing her that pursuing studies and academic heights of her own volition can be something that she can just do because she wants to, and that’s no excuse for unhealthy parental relationships. Getting along so well with someone like Violet only to see that her parents are actually really loving and supportive, that would be really eye-opening for Amity I think. For Violet’s part she could get a lot of help from Amity as far as her pursuit of the secrets of magic goes. I suspect Amity would be much more interested in the study of her magic than Violet would be able to get Lena to tolerate lol.

Bonus Round: Amity would absolutely be a senior junior woodchuck and she would love it you cannot convince me otherwise. She starts quoting the JWGB around the owl house kids and they all look at her like she’s crazy.

Lena and Willow I feel like this one might seem a little out there at first but trust me on this one. Initially Lena doesn’t think too much of Willow, being as close as she is to Webby she knows liking flowers and cute things doesn’t mean Willow is automatically to be taken lightly but she feels like she’s got a good read on her that she generally prefers to avoid trouble and turns down opportunities for violence, which isn’t really Lena’s deal. Over time Lena figures she was right about her first impressions as Willow doesn’t seem to take many opportunities to expose some hidden power, even when Lena knows the people around her kinda deserve it.

She learns to adjust her opinion when she finally does get the chance to see Willow in action and realizes that girl is more powerful than any of the other kids she’s met in the boiling aisles bar none(yes this is my genuine opinion of willow if you don’t think she could kick your ass you’re wrong). It’s at that moment where she starts to pay more attention to Willow and notices a lot more of the strength she puts into all the little things, how much she cares for everyone and everything, and it does a great deal to show Lena that maybe having super strong magic powers isn’t mutually exclusive with being kind and gentle. And maybe gentle isn’t her thing but still, it’s nice to know.

For Willow’s part she’s just happy to make more friends. Especially if the opportunity arises, as I like to think it would, when they’re close enough friends, that Lena would start to hint around asking questions about how Willow remains so casual and nice with the ability to do so much damage, and Willow takes the chance to help Lena figure out her magic a bit more, and learn how to better appreciate it as an aspect of herself she doesn’t have to be scared of. (I mean come on Lena never really learned how to do any of it except barely kind of from Magica of all people she could really use something like that).

Huey and Gus Now there are some certain things about Gus that would drive Huey absolutely nuts. His lack of primary and reliable sources for any of his information being a big one, but at the end of the day I think he’d enjoy Gus’ desire to learn in the first place. Gus would probably be a little dubious about Huey’s “sources” and “citations” but if it helped him get more info on the human realm he’d certainly go for it in the end. In that way the two balance each other out pretty well. Gus is studious and intelligent but he’s a little off the wall, he’s got a big creative streak, and he’s really excitable. Huey is really really good at facts and analysis but he lacks the strength in imagination that Gus has. Huey is able to take all the grandiose concepts Gus is able to think up and help make them actually happen. Gus has that specific brand of an adventurers soul matched up with the fact he’s not actually the type to get into danger and fights, meaning he’s able to drag Huey out of his comfort zone a little and help him reach new heights with his mind that his struggles with creativity prevent him from reaching, while managing to not make him feel like he’s actually in danger. I actually believe the two of them together could get some really incredible stuff done.

What I’m saying is that with Huey’s help Gus could absolutely complete his tunnels under Hexside.

Dewey and King Now this, this is the pair who would go incredibly well together, at the detriment of literally everyone around them. If there is one person King “I Will Rule Everything” Clawthorne should not be exposed to its Dewey Duck. Within minutes of meeting each other the two of them would immediately have so many bad ideas. Between Dewey’s insistence on being the best and most daring adventurer while putting his name on everything and going down in history & King’s trying to rule everything and everyone, the attempts to raise the stakes would be constant and the two would spend literal hours endlessly trying to one-up each other. All in one day they search for legendary treasure, discover an entirely new civilization, try to take over said civilization, create a new species just to name it after themselves, and build statues of themselves in the middle of Bonesbourough. And that’s all before lunch.

Louie Here it is. The one I waited till the very end for out of sheer excitement. I even kept the second name out of the heading thing. That’s how secretive I’m trying to be about this. See, there’s one character in the owl house that works so well with Louie it’s practically canon. Their interactions have so much potential, they each bring so much to the table, I just couldn’t Not talk about it. And yeah, I know this ask was specifically asking about the owl house and ducktales kids, but I just couldn’t resist talking about the relationship between Louie and Eda.

A con artist from another world who was so successful she became nationally famous? There’s no way Louie would pass up an opportunity like that. For his part I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already managed to set up another underworld identity in the boiling aisles, or at the very least that Eda could totally have been to the ducktales realm and heard of his one there.

Either way I’m convinced the two of them would start planning a heist as soon as they figure out who each other are. Eda is a little prideful and wants to show this kid he can’t out-con her, but Louie knows what he’s doing just as much. Honestly with the two of them combined Eda wouldn’t have to worry about losing her stand for a long time. Over the course of their planning and seeing Louie in action Eda begrudgingly gains some respect for the kid, and while Louie was definitely just using her as a learning/profit opportunity at first, he’s pretty susceptible to getting attached.

For Louie, it’s the fact that she actually respects him for being good at what he does. Even back with his family who all love and care about him and all that he still feels like most of them don’t really get what he does or see what’s special about him, so having someone who made a whole life of it be even a little proud of him feels really nice.

And of course, at the end of their heist when they finally have the money in hand, and Eda just casually hands over his half, he stares at her like she’s crazy.

“You’re just.. Giving it to me?!”

“Well, yeah. That was the deal wasn’t it kid? I mean if you really want I definitely have a few ideas for it.”

“No! Uh, no, thanks, I’ll keep it. It’s just that you really remind me of someone, I guess I was expecting something else.”

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garnetmantle · 3 years

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Title: After Omega, Star Trek TOS

by: green rose

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Prompt #4 Headache

Notes: The TOS episode "Omega Glory" is literally one long recipe for a headache for Kirk. Spock was caught in the nimbus of a phaser set to kill in this episode.

Numbly, Jim tried to orient himself among the crush and chaos that was the excited Yangs. Spock. He was trying to keep an eye on Spock, who had admitted to being weak, which probably meant he was barely keeping his feet under him through some feat of Vulcan endurance. Jim’s vision was swimming a bit in the torch-flashing darkness, and he was so damn tired, but he eventually homed in on the red-shirted security guards, and found McCoy, very unhappy, at Spock’s side.

The doctor was not supporting Spock, but he clearly wanted to be. Spock stood at-ease, clearly rebuffing any such attempt. So McCoy was scanning the crowd, and when his eyes hit Jim he lunged forward and grabbed his arm, dragging him forward to stand the appropriate distance from Spock for a beam up. The sudden jerk brought the taste of bile up behind Jim’s teeth. Bones was glaring hard enough that it made Jim a little more dizzy to try to meet his eyes, so he stopped trying to and looked at Spock. Whose at-ease was wavering in its own wind.

“I suppose we can beam up now?” McCoy demanded.

Unperturbed, Spock spoke into his communicator in a steady but very quiet voice, “Three to beam up, Mr. Scott.”

Jim was moving the second the transporter let go, and caught Spock, who went at the knees the moment the transporter beam released him. Kirk had him before his body could hit the ground -- he’d known the usually-inconsequential disorientation of the transporter was going to get Spock, he’d just been able to tell. McCoy was swearing, and his scanner was humming.

So Jim had him under the elbows, crushed against his side, and he only had a moment to dislike how limp Spock had gone before the awful realization hit him that his own balance and coordination was not sufficient to maintain the two of them until the waiting medical team swimming into focus in the too-bright lights of the room could climb on the platform.

Kirk clenched his teeth and swallowed. He had been up for two straight days and nights, but he was not going to drop Spock, and he was not going to throw up in the middle of the transporter room. He was trying to get the nausea forced back enough to tell the corpsmen to hurry up and get Spock when McCoy took Spock’s other side and more than half his weight, and gestured his subordinates forward.

They relieved Jim of the Vulcan’s weight, which he needed, and of the contact, which left a gnawing worry behind it, and put Spock on the anti-grav stretcher they had waiting. One of them handed McCoy a small med-kit which he instantly opened. He read off the hypos, and administered them directly to his patient.

Clearly McCoy had called ahead. Why had Spock waited that long for him to beam up?

It was a little worrying that Spock had let himself be handled by strange corpsmen -- these were new crew, on board less than a month -- and put on the stretcher without complaint, silent and pale and submitting to McCoy’s attentions with none of their usual argument. Jim blew out a slow breath and closed his eyes, then breathed in a deep one as he raised his head and eventually reopened them. Reset. He trusted Bones, and Bones had said authoritatively that Spock would live. There was a lot left to do with—

“Doctor,” Spock had rallied enough to come up on his elbows and look at Kirk, his gaze assessing. He interrupted the doctor in a quiet but very firm voice. Definitely coherent. “You are aware that the Captain has had several trauma-induced periods of unconsciousness during this mission, but you are unaware of the most severe. To my certain knowledge, he has been unconscious due to two severe traumatic blows for a cumulative nine hours and eighteen minutes since our beam down.”

Spock wasn’t announcing it to the room, just to McCoy, but it was bad enough because Bones stopped dead and raised his head. “Captain, you are required in Sickbay in twenty minutes.”

A biting reply wanted to come out – he was too tired to be bossed about by his CMO exercising his prerogatives – but Jim made himself stop. The truth was, his head was a pulsing raw pain he’d been able to manage only by lifting above it – literally dissociating from his own body a bit to cope. He had blood coming out of one ear, his vision was getting worse, and as his adrenaline dropped he was starting to get his own crosswind himself. He was stubborn, and he had a thousand things to do, but he wasn’t stupid.

“Yes, Doctor.”

McCoy, following the stretcher out, stopped to double-blink at him, then looked him over again. “Do you need transport?”

“No, Doctor.” The guards and Scotty and the transporter chief were all listening to them, now, so Jim walked to the door. Oh, yeah. He was getting his own wind and McCoy noticed, of course, caught Jim’s arm to balance the wavering, and started to demand Kirk come with him right then.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes, on one condition,” Jim said quietly as he followed McCoy out into the hall. “I know you have some kind of anti-emetic in there, you always do when you’re treating Spock for anything serious. Give me.”

“Yeah?” McCoy asked, trying to catch his eyes, no doubt to evaluate his pupils, but Kirk wasn’t having it. Not quite yet. The doctor's voice was on the gentle side, though, which was immediately soothing, and he opened his med-kit. ”Migraine?”

Jim wished he could say yes, but it wasn’t a good day for blatant lies. “No. Spock’s right. I got my bell rung twice, hard-“

“As opposed to the half-dozen times it was lightly rung?” the doctor asked sharply. “I’m not blind, you know-“

Speaking slowly, Jim continued, “But I’ll be all right for a few more minutes, and then you can do whatever you want.”

“You’re just afraid you’ll get sick all over the Bridge? I’d bet on the turbolift, that upward and lateral motion at once—“

Kirk felt sweat on his upper lip, and he swallowed, hard. McCoy looked a bit abashed and gave him the shot in the arm, and within a few seconds Jim’s stomach had returned to the normal position. He coughed a little and swallowed, then tried out a smile. “You’d be amazed how much that helps. I –“

“Will be in Sickbay in twenty minutes, Captain,” McCoy growled, snapped his med-kit closed and took off after his patient. Instinct urged Kirk to go after them, but duty sent him in the other direction.

It was like water dripping away. Onto him. Away from him. A little more impairment. A little less adrenaline. Jim Kirk put one foot in front of the other, and he smiled when he needed to, and he was able to think well enough to handle what had to be handled and know when something had to be put off for a more coherent day. The lights got brighter, though. Drip. And blurrier. Drip. And god it hurt to focus his eyes. Drip. He prepared a bare bones report for the Admiralty, because that couldn’t wait, and every sound got louder. Drip, drip. The world got foggier, and his energy to navigate through it was lessened.

He finally turned, then waited as the Bridge kept turning for a moment before settling down before his eyes. “Mr. Sulu. You have the conn,” he said, and headed for the turbolift. His crosswind was getting more stormfront than gentle breeze – he knew he was swaying on his feet, didn’t that count for something? “If I’m needed you can reach me in Sickbay. Mr. Spock is also in Sickbay. Unless he is needed to keep the galaxy or the ship from blowing up, please forget you can reach him there.”

“Aye, Captain,” came from several people, but then quietly, from Uhura alone, “Could one of us escort you to Sickbay, sir?”

Kirk forced himself to stop swaying, forced a smile to his lips. “No, but thank you, Lieutenant.”

The drop of the turbolift had him laying back against the wall, and his hands over his eyes were trying to push the pain back away. Water dripping everywhere, he was in a rainstorm and it was washing away the world and his energy and his ability to control himself. His head had reached the white-out level, the pain hitting places his consciousness wasn't willing to go with it. One last thing, though.

He walked into Sickbay to see Dr. M’Benga arguing with Dr. McCoy, gentle to his irritation. “You’ve been up for two days, Leonard. Either go to your quarters or go sleep in your office, but you are not fit for regular duty right now.” They’d both worked under worse conditions for crisis duty.

“Just give me a few more minutes, Geoff. I’m not being stubborn. I want a shower and my bed, but—there he is!” He turned from his fellow doctor to glare at Kirk.

“Twenty minutes does not mean forty-five, Captain, sir.”

Kirk made one of his ‘yeah, yeah, whatever’ dismissive gestures and closed his eyes in a brief headshake. “How is Spock?”

McCoy frowned at him as he moved toward him with a scanner in one hand and a tricorder in the other. “In a healing trance. He’ll be fine in a few days, Jim. We were able to treat the radiation poisoning and the rest he can handle himself.”

Jim’s head went down with a huff of a sigh, but he batted at McCoy’s arm when the doctor raised it with the scanner, and McCoy started to growl at him, but Jim made his little dismissive-gesture-closed-eyes-headshake thing he did again. He spoke very evenly. “No. Bones. I think I... could use that… transport now.”

He didn’t go at the knees, he just dropped, and it was all McCoy and a lunging M’Benga could do to keep his limp body from bouncing off the floor.

He got a bed beside Spock's for three days. McCoy's blood pressure was not very appreciative of their stay.

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imagineaworlds · 3 years

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Rules & Roses

“lauren”

Written By: @desperately-bisexual

Request: None.

Warnings: Cursing. Mild smut (18+).

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Non-binary!Reader x Emily Prentiss (poly triad)

Word Count: 3507

Tossing and turning all night, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about Aaron and the kiss we shared. It was cliche to refer to it as electrical and perfect… but the longer I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling, the harder it became to think of literally any other way to describe it. I forgot that people kissed like that. I forgot that there could be a passion that was stronger than sexual anticipation. That kiss was a reminder that there were people out there who were just as desperate to find someone to love, just like I was. Aaron kissed me back with even more passion than I gave in. His arms constricted around me. His fingers dug into me. His breath was hot on my nose as he breathed between kisses. His lips were so soft and relaxed. When our chests were pressed together and he was leaning over me, I could feel his heart beating in his chest. Every time mine skipped a beat, so did his. And then there was the way he smiled at me afterwards… When we realized what had happened, we stayed close, holding each other, staring at each other, and then we started laughing simultaneously. Since it happened so fast and fervently, we were only starting to realize what we did after the fact.

He tucked my hair behind my ear so that he could see my entire face. “I lied. I’m not sorry.”

I laughed. “Me, neither.”

We ended the night by getting back into his car, driving to my place, and he walked me up to my door. There was a moment when I thought that he would ask to come in. I wondered if I was wrong. Did he just want to get into my pants? It was a consideration I had all the way up to the door and as I was unlocking it, until I turned to see that he wasn’t trying to make another move on me. I searched his eyes to see if he was hiding it so that I would make the first move. Nothing. It was going to be really hard going out with a profiler. But… I was okay with that.

“I’ll see you bright and early in the morning, then,” I said.

Aaron nodded. “Bright and early.”

I fiddled with my keys. “Goodnight.”

He leaned up on his toes so that he was face to face with me since he was on a lower step than I was, and he kissed me again, this time a medium passion between his first, unsure kiss and our last, desperate make out. He slowly parted from me, his lips sticking to mine because of the lipstick until he was back on his heels. “Goodnight.” He smiled at me again.

And then I tossed and turned all night. I thought about kissing him again. At points, I regretted not inviting him inside, but I liked that we didn’t need to race to the bed for no reason. Most people fucked me, then left in the morning. Not Aaron Hotchner, though. To be fair, I wasn’t sure if I was the first person he had gone out with since his wife, Haley, or not. I never asked. That seemed like the one line I shouldn’t cross, so I didn’t. At least, not yet. I would eventually if it came up naturally. If that were the case, however, I wasn’t surprised that his kisses were light and hesitant, and he wasn’t immediately trying to get into my pants. If I was the first person he had asked out since Haley, he probably didn’t want to rush things. When Lauren left, it took me a long time to finally go out with someone again, and it took me even longer to fuck someone else. In some weird way, dating and fucking after her almost felt like cheating on her. Men and women would hover over me, and yet, sometimes, all I could see was her. Now that Aaron had come around, I hadn’t even heard her voice echoing at the back of my mind. There was a chance that wasn’t the case with Haley’s voice in his head, though. I was willing to wait. I was actually happy to wait because that made this… whatever this was… more special.

When the sun finally started to rise, I rolled out of bed so that I could get ready and head to the park in order to be on time to see him again. I was exhausted. Despite my excitement to meet up with him, I was regretting not falling asleep, and I was sure that my body was going to be angry with me after running on no rest. Great. I just had to push all of that to the back of my mind in order to focus on driving to the park, finding a spot for my car, then heading to the trail head. He was already there. Stretching his leg by bending it behind him and holding his ankle, wobbling as he tried to maintain his balance, I snuck up on him when he was least expecting it.

“How did you sleep?” I whispered into his ear.

He dropped his leg and stumbled forward. As he caught his balance and realized that it was just me, he laughed. “I didn’t really sleep,” he admitted, still trying to bite back a smile. He switched which leg he was stretching. “How about you?”

I shook my head. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“How come?”

I squinted because he knew exactly why. I didn’t ask him why he didn’t sleep because I knew why— and as a profiler, he should have known immediately why I didn’t get a wink of sleep. “You ready to get your ass beat?”

“Oh, is this a rematch from yesterday?”

“Obviously.”

“What are the stakes?” he asked while stretching his arms now, his biceps flexing in his tight blue shirt.

I swallowed hard. “I win, we go out again tonight.”

“And if I win?”

“Whatever you want.”

Still biting his lip, this time while staring at my lips, he said, “I get another kiss.”

“Just one?” I teased.

“We’ll start there.”

“You’re on.”

He took a page out of my book this time. After my cheating yesterday by getting a head start, he figured that he’d play the same wicked game. If I wasn’t sure before that he knew yesterday that I had purposefully let him win, I was definitely sure now because he knew that if I really wanted that second date bad enough, I would give him a run for his money. Now, while he probably wanted to take me on a second date, too, he wanted that kiss first. He could still ask me out again after our kiss. That was if he would win. The second he started dashing down the path, I caught on and started racing on my toes, just trying to keep up with him for the time being. Eventually, he would get tired. At one point or another, sprinting as fast as he was would just wear him out; and when that would happen, I would take the lead. So, I played the waiting game. I was following just on his heels, using his body as protection against all of the other people on the path. Then, just as I expected, when we started arriving at the roses, getting close to the top of the U-turn where one of us would claim victory, Aaron started to slow down. I smirked and started running faster.

“No—” he let out, trying to move faster. We were both laughing. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. A sudden image washed over me of him hovering above me, his hands braced on either side of my head, his lips next to my ear as he groaned that very curse word when driving into me. Before I knew it, I was slowing down. The thought of him pinning my hands and nibbling at my neck had me a little distracted. “Oh, so close,” he teased as he tapped the bench at the top of the U-turn. He noticed my mental distance. “What is it?”

I shook off the fantasy. “I just can’t believe I lost. I thought I had it.”

“You were way behind me!”

“Yeah, but slow and steady wins the race.”

“Not this time.”

I rolled my eyes. “You were distracting.”

“You know what else is distracting?” he asked while stepping towards me. I raised a curious brow, even though I knew exactly where this was going. He reached out to cup my face between his palms. As I tilted my head up, he leaned down and made the first move to kiss me. I didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, though. Both of us were still panting and somewhat sweaty, but a deal was a deal. He parted slightly from me because we were already short of breath. “By the way, it’s probably a good thing I won because my team’s eyeing a case in Oklahoma. There’s a chance I might be called there today, so I might not be here tomorrow.”

I pouted. We knew that this was a possibility, of course. When I first started learning about his job, he told me that he traveled a lot and without warning, which meant that our daily runs were never a guarantee; but now that things were progressing into something a little more than daily runs, I was finding that I was disappointed by this news. I didn’t want him to leave me. That was probably a selfish thing to think about someone who had only taken me on one date, but still… I really didn’t want him to leave. Especially when things were getting good for me— for us— and I wanted to spend more time with him. My pouting was plain to him. It didn’t take a profiler to know what I was thinking.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized genuinely.

I shook my head. “You can’t keep breaking your own apology rule. And, I know you can’t control which cases you guys take on. It’s okay.”

His thumb caressed my cheek. “How about, if it looks like I’ll still be here tonight, I take you out for dinner again.”

“But I lost the race.”

“I know. Still.”

“And if you’re not here?”

“I’ll make it up to you later.”

My mind wandered again to thoughts of his thumb that was on my cheek moving its way down to my clit, then slowly rubbing figure eights on the sensitive nub until I was falling apart. I could wait around for that. So, I gave in. After nodding an agreement, I pulled him in for another kiss. I could get so used to this with him.

When I arrived at work, I tried diving straight into everything I had to do in order to distract myself from the fantasies I was having of Aaron. All it took was one night… one date for me to change my mind about taking things slow with him. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted to run my fingers down his abs or claw into his back as he fucked me so hard I would scream his name. That was only one of many ideas racing through my head. Every time I thought I could just focus on my work, something about him popped into my mind. It didn’t help that he had kissed me roughly while panting earlier. He could have been panting over me as he snapped his hips back and forth. He could have been panting while I took his entire length in my mouth. Fuck— My phone on my desk buzzed with a notification. I sighed as I lost my train of thought with my work, sitting upright so that I could turn my phone over and look at what was so important that I had to be disturbed. As my phone lit up, I smiled.

From Aaron Hotchner: Hey. Wanna grab lunch with me today?

I hesitated for a moment as I stared at the screen of my phone, the text seemingly staring back at me. After our run this morning, I thought that we wouldn’t be seeing each other for awhile. It was possible that he really was going to be sent on a case soon, so in order to see me one last time, he was rushing to have lunch with me. We had only just gone on our first date last night, though. Granted, we made out on the sidewalk for anyone to see, so we weren’t exactly taking things slow in the conventional way. However, I didn’t see this coming. Not that I was opposed to it, though, of course. I liked the idea of spending every second I could with him. If he wasn’t busy with work or a case, I was more than happy to have lunch with him. So, I responded.

To Aaron Hotchner: I’d love to.

From Aaron Hotchner: I’m finishing up some work here. There’s a nice Italian restaurant around the corner. If you meet me here, I could walk you over.

To Aaron Hotchner: Meet you where?

And then he sent me an address. Curious, I clicked it and waited for the Maps app on my phone to open. My jaw dropped suddenly when I realized where it was that he wanted me to meet him. Quantico. Like, as in… the FBI’s Quantico… I wasn’t too sure about that.

To Aaron Hotchner: How do I even get in there?

From Aaron Hotchner: Follow the map :)

So, he was a jokester when he wanted to be. Well, ha. ha. Seriously, though, how was I supposed to just waltz into the fucking FBI’s headquarters? Wasn’t that, like… Not allowed? America was weird. I couldn’t imagine just popping in at Interpol or Scotland Yard just to meet up with a guy who would immediately have me turn around so that we could go somewhere else for lunch. Couldn’t I just meet him at the restaurant? It felt weird to show up at his work randomly. What his friends think of me? I knew that he was the boss of his unit, so, technically, I wouldn’t be meeting his friends, I would be meeting his co-workers/employees. That wasn’t as weird. I was probably just thinking about this too hard, as usual. When it came to Aaron Hotchner, he made me double guess myself all the time— not in a bad way. He just… I didn’t want to fuck up with him. Knowing myself, I knew that if I didn’t put great consideration into every little detail when it came to him, I would fuck up and lose him entirely.

To Aaron Hotchner: Funny. How do I get in?

From Aaron Hotchner: Security will have your name.

Was I really going to do this? Yeah. I was. So, I texted Aaron back to tell him that I’d be there in about fifteen minutes. As for having to actually find the building and the office, that was going to take a little longer, but he didn’t need to know that. By giving him the fifteen minute heads up, it gave me some extra time to wander aimlessly while trying to find my way around his office.

The BAU— The Behavioral Analysis Unit. Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Christopher Hotchner was the Unit Chief for the BAU. When I had arrived at Quantico, I pulled up to a security checkpoint outside of the parking lot. When I gave them my name, they handed me a visitor’s parking pass, told me where to go, then opened up the gate. Inside, there was more security that I had to go through, this time emptying out all of my pockets before walking through an X-ray machine, then being pat down by a female security guard. It was a lot. They asked me why I was there while they were looking at my I.D. just to confirm who I was and why I was really there. If my answers didn’t match up with what Aaron had told them… Well, I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen to me. When I told them that I was there to see Aaron Hotchner, they told me that I was headed to see Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief for the BAU, on the sixth floor of the building, using the third elevator on the right.

When I reached the sixth floor, the elevator doors opening in front of me, I saw just how busy it was. Agents were hurrying around everywhere. Some were carrying case files, others were carrying stacks and stacks of papers, and others were carrying nothing but a cup of coffee. Still, it looked like they had a purpose. No one seemed as clueless as I was, which meant that I stuck out like a sore thumb, and there was nothing I could do about it. The first brave step out of the elevator had to be taken on my own, unlike last night when Aaron held my hand through it. There were glass doors straight ahead with the BAU’s symbol and name on it. I figured my best bet was there. If that wasn’t the case, I was going to look really fucking stupid. Wonderful.

As I pushed through the glass doors, I saw a series of glass cubicles set up in the middle of the room, surrounded by a balcony that had two offices overlooking the cubicles, and on the opposite side of those offices was a boardroom and a breakroom. Everyone sitting at their desks in the cubicles turned to look at me. I was a stranger that had just come into their office in one of the most protected buildings in the country; yet, no one knew who I was. An unfamiliar face meant danger. The way I had been hesitant towards Aaron initially because of stranger danger was now being thrown back in my face by the group of agents staring at me, trying to deduce who I was and why I was there.

I approached a petite, blonde woman who was standing around. “Excuse me. I’m looking for Aaron—”

That was when I heard one of the doors of the left office on the balcony open up urgently. I glanced over to see him poking his head out and smiling at me. “Hey,” Aaron welcomed me from the doorway, “I’ll be down in a minute.”

I nodded and politely waved to let him know that it wasn’t a big deal. I could wait. Now that everyone around me knew that they had a little time to interrogate me before their boss would show up to protect me, everyone jumped to their feet and moved to surround me. I smiled at them.

The boy with long, curly hair was the first one to actually ask me a question. It started simple with, “What’s your name?” To which, I answered.

The older man with a goatee asked, “How long have you known Hotch?” I cocked a brow because I didn’t understand. “Aaron,” he clarified.

“Oh,” I giggled nervously. “Just a few weeks.”

“How do you know each other?” the blonde woman asked.

I turned to her. “We jog together every morning.”

“Just jogging?” the older man asked. The blonde hit his arm to warn him against asking impolite things like that. I laughed at him. “I only meant—”

“Everyone knows what you meant, Rossi,” the bald man over my right shoulder teased through a laugh.

“Y/N?” I heard her voice behind me.

I cocked a brow at the wall across from me, trying to decide if it was really her that I heard or if it was someone else. There was no way it was her. I must have been seeing things again, even though I thought all of that was behind me since meeting Aaron. But I could have sworn… The way my name was said was the same way she used to say it. Angelic, light, full of love and life. I loved it when she said my name because it was almost like it belonged to her— like she was the only one in the whole, wide world who was allowed to say it like that. I would recognize her voice anywhere. I would recognize the way she said my name anywhere. Then again, there were times where I swore it was her, like I swore Aaron’s friend Emily was her. Maybe if I just turned around—

As I spun on my heels to greet who had said my name, I stumbled. I was nearly knocked off my feet when I saw her. If it weren’t for the fact that all of Aaron’s friends were watching me, I was pretty sure I would have toppled over then and there; passing out entirely because one glimpse at her sent me back thirteen years. “Lauren?”

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greenroseunderglass · 3 years

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After Omega : Fanfic - Star Trek TOS (Gen)

@sicktember

Prompt #4 Headache

by: greenroseunderglass (1st post to tumblr, I know I'm messing up every way possible.)