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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 2 months

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- canine, but mine (pt. 1: acquaintances)

pairing: huang renjun x reader

au/genre: hybrid!au, fox hybrid!renjun, human!reader, virgin!renjun, smut, fluff, angst (?), the au is kinda unserious

don't like it, don't read it, okay... *sighs*

also, don't publicly shame me for any inaccuracies. i admittedly do not ready many (read: any) hybrid fics...

word count: 2860 words

warnings: HYBRIDS!, bullying, comforting, petting (not the sexual kind), semi-public diddling, mentions of virginity, cumming untouched, the base of renjun's tail is very sensitive......., sub!renjun ig

a/n: happy renjun day! 🦊

taglist: @jaeminnanaaa17 @i6renj

Ever since Renjun remembers, life has not been kind to him. Born not out of love between two people, but created in a laboratory for scientific research purposes, born not to be a part of society, but as an experiment for a potential weapon; part animal, part human, but not really part of either of those worlds.

Only after hybrid-rights-protests forced the government to take action against hybrid experiments, he was freed; free, but not really free, because that he'll never be. Instead, unloved by his creators that he could never bring himself to call parents, he continued growing up in a foster home, surrounded by kids that were nothing like him, kids that looked different than him, and kids that did not believe in the concept of "thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself". The days he was not kicked by them, he was at least laughed at, mocked, or judged.

Renjun, objectively, knows that it's not his fault that he looks different, that he is different. He was just born, or rather: brought to life, with a set of orange fox-like ears on top of his fluffy, brown hair, a soft, bushy tail, tiny little fangs, and claws that he always keeps neatly trimmed to not accidentally hurt anyone.

The bullying did not stop when he started going to school, nor did it lessen the older he got. Kids are mean, Renjun knows that by heart, and he's never even had a friend. When he was 14, the girls in his class dared each other who would be brave enough to "kiss the freak", when he was 16, people started inviting him on dates only to laugh at him with their friends when he showed up all excited, and when he finally finished school and started going to university, he thought it would all be different. To be fair, he was no longer pushed into lockers, he was no longer spat at and people stopped pulling at his tail for fun, but the mocking did not stop. And even when he met another hybrid, a popular, big white tiger hybrid, he didn't receive any sympathy. God how he wishes to at least be a cool, strong hybrid, like a lion or a bear... or even a wolf! Why did they have to make him a stupid fox...

Ever since that day, he's told himself one thing: you're going to work hard, get through university and get a good job in the big city... where there are lots of hybrids and lots of supporters.

At this point, Renjun is fairly used to the bullying. With his goal in mind, he doesn't fight it, he just lowers his head, his ears laying flat against his fluffy hair as he waits for it to be over. He guesses that people are just not ready for hybrids yet.

One can only imagine his upmost shock when on the first day of the new semester, someone willingly sat down next to him. Admittedly, you were 5 minutes late and there were no other seats available, but you didn't beg anyone to please scoot over just so you didn't have to sit next to the weird guy with the tail. Renjun vividly remembers this day in philosophy class, as the professor went on and on about Henri Bergson and how the sand wasp instinctively knows where to sting the caterpillar to paralyze it, while Renjun was just smitten by the girl sitting next to him without gagging.

Unable to talk to you, he was just sitting there, smiling shyly to himself at this small act that seemed so big to him. He remembers almost falling off his chair in shock as you "psst!"-ed at him and awkwardly asked for a pen since you forgot yours. He remembers having to pinch himself as you smiled and thanked him, and told him you thought his shirt was cute. He remembers looking around in case you weren't really talking to him as you said, "see you next week!"

And when in the following weeks, you kept sitting down next to him even though there were other seats available, he was almost sure this had to be a dream. But it wasn't, and when during the third lesson, you softly asked for his name, he was this close to bursting into tears.

A few weeks into the semester, Renjun is currently sitting at the library, trying to memorize the different forms of utilitarianism. As always, he's sitting in a separate study room that he booked just for himself – a precautious attempt to not get made fun of as he's trying to concentrate. He crosses out his second attempt of trying to spell deontology correctly as he notices someone passing by the glass door to his study room. A moment later, the person backs up and looks inside, and he realizes it's you.

His heart stops for a moment as you begin smiling and waving at him, and he slowly lifts his hand to mimic the action hesitantly. Of course, you take that as an invitation to come in.

You close the door after slipping inside, still talking in a low tone as not to disturb anyone outside.

"Hey~" you say and sit down across from Renjun. He smiles and bites his lip nervously, "hey."

"You here all alone?" You ask softly, "is it okay if I sit with you?"

Renjun blushes. He knows you didn't think anything of it, but mentioning his lack of acquaintances is a bit of a sore spot for him.

"Sure... if you want," he says shyly, still not completely trusting that you're not going to turn this all around and make fun of him.

"Only if it doesn't bother you," you smile, "I'll be super quiet, promise!"

His smile is getting more genuine as you talk so casually to him. He just starts feeling a bit more comfortable, when sudden movements in front of the glass door make his head lift up.

A group of guys is standing there, pressing their faces against the door, clearly mocking his fox ears with their hands behind their heads. His heart sinks, he should've known this was going to happen today, it always happens when he's out in public.

"What-" you ask, noticing the pained look on his face and the way his ears are pointing down as he feels a wave of shame overcome him. You turn around, taking in the group of guys who're still silently making fun of the fox hybrid. "What the fuck..."

Renjun's ears twitch in surprise as you stand up, and he waits anxiously for what's about to happen. You rip open the glass door, lifting your finger into their face before speaking to them, hushed but still loud enough for a few people to lift their heads. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Did your mom not teach you manners? You should be ashamed of yourselves, you're university students, cut the crap with your preschool bullying, you fucking assholes," you tell them, and Renjun's eyes widen comically. You... you're standing up for him? For him?!

"If I see you doing this one more time, I'll get you kicked off campus... Now go back to being worthless idiots somewhere else. Leave him alone, I swear to God..." you say before closing the door, flipping them off, pulling down the blinds, and heading back to Renjun. To Renjun's upmost surprise, the guys actually left, and looking embarrassed at that, possibly because you just made one hell of a scene – and it's probably the sexiest thing Renjun's ever witnessed.

You sit down again, this time next to him. "You okay?"

Renjun breathes out shakily, ears twitching, tail swaying back and forth nervously. He's not sure what to make of this, someone standing up for him, it has never happened to him before. And before he can stop himself, he blurts out the question he's been asking himself since the moment your ass cheeks touched the surface of the chair next to him in that first philosophy lesson. "Why are you so nice to me?"

You halt, furrowing your brows. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He seems even more confused by that answer. "Um... You know, I'm a hybrid? Maybe you find that weird?"

You blink at him, "why is that weird?"

"Don't you... think I'm weird?" He asks. "Odd? Repelling? Freaky? Off-putting?? Anything???" He keeps listing adjectives as you keep shaking your head no. "Why... would you stand up for me?"

"I just don't like bullies," you state nonchalantly, "plus you're really cute."

Renjun's eyes bulge out of their sockets, tail curling up so suddenly that he feels like he's almost broken something in there. Maybe you're an animal friend, maybe that's all he is to you? "Cute? Like the fox parts or...?"

"Everything about you is cute. The fox parts are cute, but you'd still be cute without them."

Renjun just stares at you. This can't be real. He pinches the palm of his hand several times without you noticing, but he's just not waking up. If this is a dream, which he's almost certain it has to be, he could do anything he wants right now... like making your head explode- just to be sure! He concentrates greatly on it, but your head stays intact. He gives up. "You're not disgusted?"

"What?!" You look utterly confused, then your features soften into a look of concern. "Are people... usually disgusted by you?"

He nods without hesitation. "Usually, they just point and laugh, sometimes it even gets worse than that..." Renjun can't even bring himself to cringe as you put on a brave expression and tell him you're going to protect him from now on, because this is honestly the best thing that's ever happened to him. His heart melts at your words and it's hard to believe he's actually being comforted. There are no jokes being thrown around, no mockery, not even any pity. For once, Renjun feels like there's someone who wants to protect him. His lower lip quivers slightly as he holds back tears, and without thinking, he leans forward and places his head on your shoulder.

He hears you coo quietly, lifting your hand to his back and pulling him closer. "Is... is it okay if I stroke your hair?"

Renjun closes his eyes and nods. The warmth of the hug is comforting, the touch of your hands is gentle and soothing. His tension quickly dies down as he melts against you as he realizes that he has never felt like this before. And as you begin gently scratching and massaging his scalp, his ears begin twitching and relaxing at the feeling of your nimble fingers. He tries to hide the innocent pleasure that's shooting though his body, not sure if you would think it's odd, but his heartbeat is increasing rapidly. Your fingers feel like magic as they brush against his ears and scratch the base of his scalp. Suddenly a little too unhinged for his liking, he begins purring and nuzzling your neck, enjoying every single bit of your touch.

"God, you're adorable..." you say softly, making sure to pet him behind his ears and Renjun's entire body fizzles with pleasure at the feeling. As if it has a mind of its own, his tail curls around your legs. "Is this okay? Have you ever been pet like this?"

Renjun hums in delight, "I've always dreamed about getting pet like this..." Your fingers begin gently playing with his ears. At first, they twitch nervously, but soon, he relaxes into the touch. He notes that his ears are very sensitive when being touched by someone else that isn't himself, and he loves the sensation.

"They're so soft... I could pet you like this all day," you say softly, making Renjun smile.

"Do you...," he hesitates for a bit, "want to touch my tail too? It's even softer..."

"Do you want me to?"

Renjun nods shyly, lifting his tail a bit for easy access. The moment your fingers begin brushing over his fur, he shivers, whimpering slightly. Every other time, whenever someone's touched his tail before, it was rough and mean, but the way you oh so gently run your fingers through his fur makes him almost lightheaded.

"Your fur is so soft...," you whisper and he hums in response, eyes already closed as he gets lost in the feeling. His tail makes small circles behind your leg when you brush over the fur, he whimpers softly as your fingers move further up towards the base of his tail.

Your fingers feel so good, unlike anything he's ever felt before. He keeps questioning if this is love, or if this is what it feels like when someone really cares, but all he knows is that he craves more and more of this all consuming feeling, when suddenly, he lets out a short, loud moan. The tips of your fingers have unknowingly reached the base of his tail, causing a jolt of pure, white, hot pleasure to shoot through his body.

Shamefully, he buries himself into your shoulder, his tail curling around your leg. He's mortified as your movements pause for a second, he's sure he's messed up now, but then your scratching picks up again and he breathes out shakily, body twitching at the feeling.

You keep going and going, and he begins moaning softly.

"Is this still okay for you?" The softness of your voice makes his heart melt.

"Mhm..." is all he is able to bring out at the overwhelming sensation of being touched there for the first time.

"Have you been touched here before?"

"N-never..." Renjun whines softly. He's feeling himself harden in his pants, cock straining against the fabric of his jeans and he's sure you noticed.

"Are you a virgin, Renjun?"

The question catches him off guard, but honestly, he's too far gone now to feel shy about it. It seems that you have picked up on how sensitive he is, and he can't really blame you for your assumption. You seem so open and accepting of him that he doesn't even hesitate before slightly nodding his head, "yeah..."

"And you're sure that you want to experience... this with me?"

The feeling of your fingers on his tail intensifies with every second, Renjun feels dizzy, there's barely any blood left in his brain at this point, all of it damming up in his cock and every other sensible part of his body. "yes.. yes...!"

It seems like this is all you needed to hear to speed up your movement, fingertips scratching and petting him in the most arousing way possible, forcing whimpers and moans from his mouth. "Aahh... Ah..." He tries to hold back, but the sensation is too much for him. Your touch is too nice and it's making him lose control as he bites his lip to keep himself from letting out a vocal response, but it's not enough. He's starting to tremble, breath getting heavier as he begins panting harshly. This sensation surely feels very close to how he feels when he's about to cum.

And just the attentive person you are, you speak up about it. "Are you gonna...?"

"I... Aahh... I think so..." He says, his voice shaking as he speaks. "It feels so nice..."

Experimentally, you move your fingers to the underside of his tail, and Renjun's body jolts in pleasure, his whole body jerks as he moans out, mouth slightly open while keeping his voice down as much as possible given your current location. He reaches up and grabs your wrist to make you keep touching him there. "Please..." He says in a thoroughly pleading voice. "Don't stop.."

As he forces his eyes to open, he notices your eyes on him, your face so close to his, and his eyes inevitably dart down to your lips as he gasps for more.

Of course, you take it as an invitation to kiss him, and as soon as your soft lips merge with his, Renjun knows that he's going to cum. He feels like he's actually going to faint as the pleasure reaches new heights, your kiss building the tension up and up, his head spins as he feels himself tighten up.

Your movements quickly send him over the edge. The intensity of the sensation is making his body shudder as he pulls you closer toward him and he lets himself go, muscles tightening even further as he releases into his pants with a high-pitched moan.

Your hands carefully stroke over his tail again, your unoccupied hand coming back up to his hair to help him calm down. He's breathing heavily, body feeling fuzzy inside at the attention and from his intense release. "O-oh, God..."

"That was so hot...," you whisper, gently kissing the top of his head. He lets out a soft giggle. You successfully have made him blush once again. But just as he's really, fully calming down, he inevitably notices the sticky feeling between his thighs and cringes.

You chuckle softly as you notice the look on his face. "Maybe we should get you to a restroom..."

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wrenreid · 9 months

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Off Limits

Part Twenty-Seven

My freshman year of high school, I was put into a junior level government class. I was only in there because it was the only class that fit into my schedule other than ag classes I couldn’t have been less interested in. I didn’t talk much in the class because everyone was older than me, and they thought I was a kiss up because i always made good grades. I didn’t particularly love the class, but of course, I still did my work and did it well.

Toward the end of the year, we did a mock trial. We drew for positions within the trial, mr flynn the judge. I drew attorney.

The case was a business lawsuit, I was the lawyer who was going against the business for their supposed cruel acts.

Mr. Flynn told us that we would receive extra credit if we dressed up, so me, a fourteen year old with a desperate need for academic validation, borrowed one of my mother’s pencil skirts and a suit jacket from my dad. I looked like a mini Aaron Hotchner, even my mom said so.

I remember preparing for the trial for at least a week, being a little excited about the project. I wanted to win the case, especially since I was, as I believed, on the right side of the law.

My opposing attorney was Noah Kincaid. He was a smart but cocky kid who also cared about winning the trial.

I remember standing up from my desk when is was my turn to ask questions to the kid under oath. I felt as though I had stepped into myself for the first time. It was just a mock trial that lasted half an hour, but I felt proud and confident. I was good at it.

Mr. Flynn pulled me aside after class and told me I should consider law school in the future. He said, and I quote, “The way you handled yourself was the most confident and concise I’ve ever seen in a student. You surprised me, Hotchner.”

I didn’t take it to offense that he said my skills surprised him. In his defense, he’d only heard me talk when I turned in a paper or answered a question, which the latter was usually rare since I didn’t particularly like to “show off” in front of juniors who already thought I was a kiss ass.

I did, however, take his first sentence as a compliment. I was confident and my statements and questions were concise.

I smiled, nodded, thanked him, then left. A lawyer was not on my top five career choices at the time. I didn’t want people to think I was doing it because of my father. I was definitely not. But after some research and a few binge watches of crime shows, I knew I actually did want to be an attorney. Not because of my father but almost in spite of him.

My dad quit his job as a lawyer and took the job Agent Gideon offered him at the BAU. I resented him for it, still do, but that’s besides the point. He wasn’t around much in my most influential years, and at fourteen, I decided I would be a lawyer, and if I happened to have a family, I wouldn’t take a new job that prevented me from being there for them.

So now, I’m currently four weeks away from grad school and three years away from the BAR. And I’m going to rock the shit out of them both. Because I can and because I’m determined. It’s also way less about my unresolved daddy issues now than it was in high school and even some of college, it’s a dream of mine.

Spencer has made it his mission to make sure I enjoy the last month of summer as much as I can. He’s taken me out on a million dates like picnics, movies, late night drives around the city and out into the country, and more every chance he gets between cases.

At least now we don’t have to sneak around and lie about our relationship. Though I was prepared to keep this from my dad for however long necessary, I’m pretty glad we accidentally outed ourselves at my graduation dinner.

My dad cooked a big meal for me, some family, friends, and we invited the team too. Spencer and I didn’t even sit near each other. We barely talked the whole dinner just to be safe.

But as love-sick, horny couples do, when we saw an opportunity to take a minute alone, we did just that.

Having your father catch you making out with a guy will never not be awkward, but when the guy happens to be his employee, it’s fucking weird.

Though, I will say, the look on his face was priceless. I’ve hardly seen him have that much emotion on his face.

After a very awkward, flushed-face, and stuttered explanation from Spencer and me, we were able to calm my father down. He was a lot more excepting than I expected; I think he finally realized he can’t dictate my life, and he saw how happy we are together.

The rest of that dinner consisted of a lot of teasing from Derek Morgan, my brother being grossed out by me having a boyfriend, and everyone asking about law school.

I’m excited and anxious to start the rest of my life as a law student. I’ve prepared for this for nearly 8 years now, and I’m getting closer and closer to my dream career. It’s terrifyingly exciting. I’m grateful to have my family and Spencer by my side through all of this.

hey, so this is it for this story! this is also most likely it for my fanfiction in general.

and for a little life update: i started college a month ago, and i’m adjusting to my new life which has been interesting and scary and fun. im also in a healthy relationship and have been for a while which has been pretty amazing. i hope all my mutuals/ readers are doing well. thank you guys for sticking around :)

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evandarya · 2 years

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Ghosts Don't go to High School

{Read on AO3} {Chapter 7}

Chapter 8

Tim was woken up too early by one of his phones ringing, it took him a minute to find it in the dark. It was his vigilante line, the caller ID marked it an unknown number. He answered it anyway.

"This better be important," he grumbled.

"You messaged me, kid." Tim placed the accent and the smokers growl immediately.

"Constantine?"

"Yeah. Listen, I don't have a lot of time, but you need to stop looking into the Ancients. The more you look for them, the easier it will be for them to find you, and that is nothing but trouble." He said cryptically.

"What does that mean?" It was too early for riddles.

Tim heard the wizard sigh on the other end of the line. "Ancients are powerful beings, and as the name implies, they are old. They have power over the very concepts that govern our lives. Time, space, life, death, even dreams."

"Like Greek gods."

"Older than Greek gods, they are more like the Titans. How did you even hear about them?”

"There's a…well, he calls himself a ghost. He mentioned them." Tim sat up and checked the clock. He'd only gotten a couple of hours of sleep.

Constantine was quiet for a while before he spoke again. "Phantom?"

"You know him?"

"I know of him. He's powerful, but only dangerous if you piss him off. My advice? Stay away from Phantom and the Ancients. Leave the ghosts to the ghost hunters." With that Constantine hung up.

Ghost hunters, huh? Tim pulled his laptop closer to him. He had some research to do.

It took Tim no time at all to find people calling themselves ghost hunters. It seemed like most of them had websites. Horrible websites that were hard to navigate. One, in particular, caught his eye: “FentonWorks, LLC”. They were temporarily closed, but under the About Us page, Tim was met with a family photo of a large man in an orange jumpsuit next to a red-haired woman in a teal jumpsuit. They must be Dr. and Mr. Fenton. Standing in front of them was a girl with long red hair and a boy Tim recognized as Danny Fenton.

Ghost hunters showing up in Gotham at the same time ghosts do? It could be a coincidence, but Tim hadn’t believed in those for a long time.

It looked like Red Robin was going to visit the Fentons.

But first, he had school.

***

School was boring without Danny. Tim tried hard not to think about why that was too much, but since it was boring it dragged on and on. The only plus side was he got to use the school's darkroom to develop the pictures he had taken the other night.

The darkroom didn't see much use; most kids used digital cameras for their photo projects. Tim owns and uses a digital camera sometimes, but there was something unique about film cameras that digital cameras didn't quite capture.

Developing film had become something of a meditative practice when he was a child, and he found himself falling into the same rhythm as he developed his graveyard pictures. It was a calming hobby that required him to pay careful attention to timing and measurements for the negatives to be usable. He also enjoyed the thrill of seeing if his hard work had paid off, or if he had wasted a roll of film on blurry pictures. Tim finished fixing the negatives and rinsed the film before carefully removing the negatives from the film tub and hanging them to dry. As he squeegeed the water from the strips he studied the tiny images.

Headstones backed by the Gotham skyline. A full moon shining from behind the cloud cover above the old Wayne Tower. A tree in the cemetery that had just started turning colors for autumn. He had taken two dozen photos of Gotham for this project, but only seven or eight had the look he was going for. He'd have to take more at some point. He stopped at the bottom of the strip and sighed. It’d didn’t look like his picture of Danny was going to turn out. It was blurry and looked like he had red eye. He could fix the red eye and sharpen the image in photoshop, but he had hoped for a clear photo.

He hung the negatives in the drying cabinet and made a mental note to pick them up before he left school. He’d scan them into his computer at home rather than use the school’s computers. Just as he was finishing up cleaning the darkroom the bell rang for his next class.

***

Finding Danny’s house was pretty easy; all it took was looking up his scholarship information and Tim had it. It felt strange to knock on the door— Tim was sure Batman would have just let himself in and waited in the shadows, but the Fentons hadn't done anything wrong, and breaking into a civilian's house seemed unnecessary.

So Tim knocked and waited for an answer.

“Who’s there?” a familiar voice called through the door. Of course, Danny was new to Gotham, but even he must have learned not to open the door to strangers.

“Red Robin. I need to speak to the Fentons.”

There was a long pause before Tim heard Danny unlocking the door. He yanked the door open a crack and glared at Tim. “Why?”

“There’s a ghost in town, and I heard they were ghost hunters.”

“You don’t want to talk to them about ghosts,” Danny said, stepping out onto the stoop and leaning against the door jamb. “Trust me, nothing good comes from getting them started.”

Tim noticed Danny wasn’t wearing his hoodie. He couldn’t remember ever seeing Danny without it. Danny had more muscle definition than he was expecting, and in the light spilling from the house, Tim could see faint white scars on Danny’s left arm, partially hidden by the way his arms were folded across his chest. All in all, Danny struck an attractive figure.

He was also standing between Tim and potential information.

“And why is that?” Tim asked, standing up straighter. He and Danny were usually the same height, but the Red Robin boots gave Tim a couple of inches, and he was going to use them.

“Because Dad will never shut up once he gets going. If you have things to do tonight, I advise against going to them for ghost stuff.”

“Danny,” someone called from inside the house. “Who’s at the door sweety?” A red-headed woman wearing a teal jumpsuit came into view.

“Dr. Fenton,” Tim said.

“Oh, you’re one of those vigilantes! Cardinal, right?”

“Mom, oh my god. It’s Red Robin.” Danny said, holding his face in his hand.

“Oh, that’s right. What are you doing here? It’s almost eleven.” She said, checking her watch.

“I wanted to talk to you about ghosts if you have the time.”

Dr. Fenton brightened considerably at that. “Of course, we have the time!”

Dr. Fenton was only too happy to lead him into the house. She insisted he have a seat in the living room while she made tea. Danny followed close behind, arms still crossed over his chest.

As soon as they were alone he turned to Red Robin. “Is this about Phantom?” Danny whispered. He had his head tilted toward the kitchen as if he were listening to his parent’s movements.

At Tim’s nod, Danny continued. “He hasn’t hurt anyone, or done anything wrong.”

“We don’t know him, what he’s capable of, or anything about him,” Tim said, noting how Danny’s fingers drummed a nervous tattoo on his upper arms. “If you know something about him, you should tell me.”

Danny huffed in amusement. “I can tell you two things. One: Phantom has never willingly hurt anyone, and two: they,” —at this Danny jerked his head back towards the kitchen— “can’t know Phantom is here. If they find out, it will be bad for him and me.”

“You’re protecting him? Why?”

Danny opened his mouth to respond, but before he could a loud voice reverberated through the house. “I get to blather on about ghosts?!”

“I warned you not to get him started,” Danny said, glancing over his shoulder toward the voice. “He hasn’t been able to talk about ghosts for months.” Tim gave Danny a bewildered stare, which Danny responded to with a fanged grin. “You brought this on yourself," Danny said just as Maddie and Jack Fenton came into the living room. “You guys have fun,” Danny said. “I’ll be on the roof.”

Maddie set down a tray of tea, cookies, and fudge, which Tim declined. “So,” Maddie said, “What do you want to know about ghosts?”

***

Two hours later, Tim made his way to the roof. Danny was still there, a half-eaten pizza sitting on top of the air conditioner and a telescope set up, pointing at the sky. He didn't acknowledge Tim's presence at first, busy adjusting the telescope.

"Can you even see anything in Gotham?" Tim asked. He never was one for astronomy, and there was so much pollution, both light, and smog, that it was hard to believe there were stars up there at all.

"I can get a pretty good look at Betelgeuse. Sometimes Sirius is out, and Polaris is always visible on clear nights,” said Danny. "But you're not up here for stargazing."

"No, I'm not."

"You didn't tell them about Phantom," Danny said it like it was a fact.

"No, I didn't." How Danny knew that was beyond Tim. All the Robins spoke quietly so they aren’t accidentally overheard. He knew it was almost impossible for someone outside of the living room to have heard his end of the conversation. Danny could have guessed based on his dad’s overzealous replies. The way Danny had spoken before, mentioning Phantom would have gotten a major response from his parents.

"Why not?" Danny’s quiet question broke him from his musings.

"They said ghosts were non-sentient, just ectoplasmic imprints of post-human consciousness. That they are inherently evil and bent on the destruction of the human race." Tim was watching Danny carefully as he repeated the speech he'd heard no less than three times over the past couple of hours.

‘I’m sure they did.” Danny said bitterly. He looked down at this telescope for a few quiet seconds before asking “Do you believe them?”

"The first time I met Phantom he saved me from a thug who would have put me in the hospital. The next time we met, he put himself in danger to comfort a young ghost. An evil being wouldn't have done that." Tim said. Danny kept his gaze on the telescope. “A non-sentient imprint of post-human consciousness wouldn't sit on a water tower eating a cheeseburger staring at the moon."

Danny did smile at that, turning towards Tim so his too-sharp canines caught the light. So he hadn't imagined the fangs, interesting. "So, are you going to lay off Phantom now?"

"It's not safe for metas in Gotham. They can be taken advantage of or used to hurt people."

"Phantom's not a meta, he can take care of himself. There are metas all over the city, hell, one of them works for Batman, same as you." Danny said, poking at the Red Robin insignia on his bandoliers. "You should be looking for the metas that could actually use your help." At that Danny glanced over Tim's shoulder before taking a deep breath and stepping back.

"I'm not aware of any metas in Gotham." If there were metas, they'd have to find them and–

"You wouldn't be. They're too scared of getting kicked out of the city or arrested to ask for help." Danny crossed to the edge of the roof and looked out across the city.

Something was nagging at Tim. Something about the hurt in Danny's voice, combined with the fangs. "Are you a meta?"

Danny laughed, caught off guard by the question. "I wish. It would make a lot of things easier."

"Powers don't always make things easier," Tim answered automatically.

"No, they rarely do," Danny said.

"Danny," Tim said, switching tracks. "You know Phantom, you're in touch with him." Danny gave him a guarded look, arms crossing his chest again. "I want to set up a meeting with him."

"Why?"

"Just to talk, maybe open a line of communication. We want to find out more about him and the other ghost, Cindy." Danny shifted his weight, glancing behind Tim again. It took everything in him not to look, to pretend not to notice.

"I don't know. I'll have to talk to him first." Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Okay. When you talk to him, contact me on this." Tim handed over a communicator. "We can set up a meeting place."

Danny took the device and turned it over in his hands before popping it open. He typed something into the device and Tim's wrist computer beeped with an incoming message.

>>Why are there emojis on this? 👻

"Really?"

"I'll talk to him, see what he says," Danny said, slipping the communicator into his pocket. Danny went back to his telescope and started breaking it down. "I can't guarantee he'll want to talk."

"Okay, just let me know what he says."

Danny nodded but didn't turn from his task, and Tim took that as the end of the conversation and grappled to the next roof.

He wondered about the metas Danny had mentioned as he made his way across the city. Were there kids out there who were scared of being arrested because they had powers? He'd have to look into that. And Danny. The son of ghost hunters was in contact with and protecting a ghost. There was something between Danny and Phantom, it shouldn't make a dark, jealous pit simmer in his chest but it did. Tim mentally shook himself and pushed those dark feelings down. He and Danny were friends, nothing more. He had no reason to feel jealous over a ghost.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #tim drake #fanfic #lab partners #dp x dc #brain dead #danny fenton/tim drake

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familiar-wandering-fey · 5 months

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I was smoking cannabis to deal with my sleep issues and I moved to a state where delta-8 is legal but I'm in the process of job searching so I'm not partaking until I get all of that sorted. In the meantime, my dreams have returned VIVIDLY and with a VENGEANCE. Also my audhd insomnia tendencies but when I do fall asleep I'm obviously sleeping well to get all of this intense REM action.

It definitely would make a good video game of some kind though. Just kind of weirded me out for a minute because I'm not used to it and it was very real in the moment. Someone had mentioned the type of pillows I got caused them to 'have very intense dreams' so I'm not sure if it has anything to do with that except for the power of suggestion; however, I'm thinking they are just actually comfortable and improving my quality of sleep which would allow me to also hit that REM stage harder so that's the only correlation I could see there.

Anyway... the dream...

The way it started was kind of Resident-evil-esque (the first one) in that me and my allies/compatriots/colleagues/friends(?) were all trapped in a building; however, it was very much an office building not a house. Dreams love to jump around of course so we're trapped and there are an even split of commando-esque guys and government agent type guys with guns trying to chase down and trap me and my party. Most of the doors are locked and so if you can get into certain places you can effectively hide from whoever is chasing you. This is where a narrative roughly starts to coalesce.

We jump to a basement like area that is like a warehouse. P.S. there is also an Alice in Wonderland like quality to the building where size and direction go wonky which is funny lore considering its already a dream but we get an in-dream explanation. The part where it becomes like a video game is that we've overcome obstacles and enemies to group up in the basement and there is conveniently a computer system that will print out credentials that will open doors and grant access to locked places, allegedly there is a way to the town through the warehouse. I want to say it was called Pleasant which directly correlates to something I was watching or playing already, but it might have been MST3K so what was pleasant I couldn't tell you since only certain ones stand out to me.

Anyway, the problem of course is that with the physics being bendable it wasn't guaranteed that the warehouse would actually take us to Pleasant. So we take the credentials and then it starts getting a little skippy again.

Myself and another ally are hiding in this very tight (squeezed in like sardines tight) space and either exit is blocked by either a commando or government agent type enemy guy. I think we got chased a little after leaving the warehouse and used the credentials to hide.

Then it kind of shifts and my ally is no longer hiding with me, the space is bigger and there are stairs and creepy pre-teen enters the situation. I... with suspicions... follow creepy kid and things take a mad-scientist zombie-like turn where he leads me down into another basement area with creepy/rotting body parts which exits into a morgue-like area where creepy kid starts sawing himself some mad experiment meat off of a torso, I think a torso even my dream-self was like, "nah we don't want to look at that," and so I turn around and flee and I think that's about when I wake up from my Silent Hill offshoot. I will also assume this has something to do with my DnD research since I'm about to run a campaign for my friend which towards the end will feature some stuff from Van Richten's Guide to Ravenloft so I was reading through those modules and I can see where my imagine started running wild.

I kind of forgot that I used to do my best imagining before sleep and getting lost in a story was kind of how I'd pull it off so I guess I'm going to have to give myself some magical girl vibes or something to work with so I don't end up back in horror-land, but dang...that feeling of being in a cramped in space with your enemies right on the other side of the door that was pretty visceral.

#musings of the feywild #dreams #vivid dreams #vivid dreaming

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eaglesnick · 7 months

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“When the rich rob the poor it is called business” Mark Twain

As if we didn’t know already, the very wealthy expect the rest of us to literally work ourselves into an early grave so they can become richer still. Millionaire Rishi Sunak’s father-in-law, billionaire NR Narayana Murthy is a case in point:

“We need to be disciplined and improve our work productivity. I think unless we do that, what can poor government do? And every government is as good as the culture of the people. And our culture has to change to that of highly determined, extremely disciplined and extremely hard-working people.”

Poor government indeed! Crumbling national infrastructure and collapsing public survives are the fault of lazy working families. If only we would get up off our backsides and put in the 70 hour week Mr Murthy suggests then all would be well.

The arrogance of the super-rich knows no bounds. Working people are already putting in more hours than ever before. People Management had this headline at the beginning of the year:

“More than four million UK workers considering a second job to combat cost of living, survey finds." (09/01/23)

Even during the pandemic, when you would have expected people to be working less hours, that wasn’t necessarily the case. Forbes, the American financial and business magazine had this to say:

“We Worked Longer Hours During The Pandemic—Research Says We Need To Work Smarter, Not Harder… The extra hours worked during the pandemic would be less of a concern if they were just a temporary phenomenon, a blip on the screen. However, overwork is a longstanding problem." (Forbes:18/08/21)

The move to working from home since the pandemic has also led to an increase in hours and workload.

“Employees who work from home are spending longer at their desks and facing a bigger workload than before the Covid pandemic hit." (Guardian: 04.02/21)

And we have this from the BBC:

“Overwork culture is thriving; we think of long hours and constant exhaustion as a marker of success….New studies show that workers around the world are putting in an average of 9.2 hours of unpaid overtime per week – up from 7.3 hours just a year ago.” (BBC:Worklife: 10/04/21)

More recently we had this headline:

“In the current economic climate, Gen Zers are pulling especially long hours – and pushing themselves to the brink of burnout…18-24 (year olds) tend to put in an extra eight hours and 30 minutes of ‘free’ work per week by starting early, staying late or working during breaks and lunchtimes.” (BBC: Worklife: 29/05/23)

So Mr Murthy, people are not sitting on their backsides. They are working harder than ever, often for “free”. What’s more, many have two jobs because you and your rich friends refuse to give them a living wage, because you are more interested in accruing even more billions than you are in seeing working families being paid a living wage.

Rather than lazy workers, it is the greed of the rich and super-rich that has led to the collapse of public services and infrastructure. The system is rigged in their favour, designed for them to escape paying their fair share of taxes. As I quoted in my last blog, “Tax evasion, and, more broadly, tax avoidance, is not inevitable; it is the result of policy choices” and while we have people like Mr Murthy’s son-in-law in charge of government, nothing will ever change.

#uk politics #rishi sunak #Narayana Murthy #super rich #living wage #blame game #overwork #billionaires #tax avoidance #tax evasion #working families

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angel-with-paper-wings · 1 year

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11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

17. what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?

18. what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

54. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

70. are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?

11. I will do research into a certain thing mostly just to make sure it’s inclusion in my story isn’t anachronistic. Other than that, I mostly check Google when I am writing about a specific place (ex: the Paris Opera House, Paris in general, Perros-Guirec) so that I can describe the settings of my stories as accurately as I can. Other things I have learned about are operas, late 19th century fashion, and I recently went down a Wikipedia rabbit hole about the events and people that made up the Persian government during the time where Erik would have been in Persia (literally for no reason other than I was really bored). 😅

One thing that might interest you in particular: there is a very-real train station in Paris called Gare du Montparnasse, which is even mentioned in the POTO novel as the train station Raoul used to travel to Perros-Guirec. I saw that while rereading, and immediately thought of you! 😂

17. Oh man, I have quite a few! One that immediately comes to mind is from the first chapter of LAYNLB, and what I think sums up that fic in the best way possible:

“The sound of her sobs echoed through the silence, carrying through the thin walls to the hollow space beyond. Her voice and all its sorrow was heard, but not by an angel. That night, while the rest of Paris celebrated, two souls broken by the world wept together.”

Another one that I’m proud of isn’t really a line, but it’s a transition from one scene to another. It’s from chapter 12 of LAYNLB:

“The violinist rested his hand over his beloved daughter’s hair as she sobbed, silently praying for Heaven to have mercy on her, and to send someone who could help her where he had failed.

The Phantom was in a dark mood. Well, darker than usual.”

I just love the transition from Christine’s father asking God for someone nice and patient and responsible to care for his daughter, and then we immediately see how his prayer has been answered in the form of our grumpy, scrungly, stubborn sewer goblin. 🤣

18. My favorite part of writing is when I get to write a scene that I can see so clearly in my head, and I know exactly what the characters should say/do. This happens at least once every chapter, and while it doesn’t last long, it makes for an easy time to write.

My least favorite part is actually starting. Sometimes I have a really tough time deciding how the beginning of a certain chapter or scene is supposed to start, which is why I normally begin writing scenes that will end up in the middle of a chapter. But, I try to tell myself that not every start has to be groundbreakingly good, it just has to BE.

54. One thing I try to keep in mind is to try not to use the same word over and over again to describe your character’s actions in the same scene. This is usually during a scene with a lot of dialogue, when I pull out the thesaurus and look up all the synonyms for the word “said”. I try to mix it up as much as I can, or if I have to reuse a word I make sure it is far enough away from the previous time I used it so that it sounds new when you read it.

70. I am pretty critical of myself while I am writing, and that’s why it takes me so long to write certain scenes because I just want to get them “RIGHT”. Sometimes I’ll obsess over a single line for several minutes, because I can’t find the “right” words to use. After I finish writing a scene, though, I don’t usually go back and edit it unless I have a new idea to introduce to it. Usually my first draft is my final draft just because I spend so much time on making it the way I like it the first time.

#my writing #thanks for the ask!

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the-blank-master · 2 years

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Chapter 3

So before we begin I have to say that the story is quite expansive and at one point I do intend to publish an index of characters for this. However, for now, let me introduce chapter 3 where we meet a delightful nudist and learn that our adorable Jason isn't quite as oblivious as we've been led to believe...Enjoy! P.S: not every chapter has lots of sexytime or hypno in it. Sometimes, it's character development. Sue me, it turns out that both @hypnofrenzy and I are both suckers for setup and investment in our characters.

Richie yawns as he wakes up he smiles as he walks naked onto his balcony and stretches “nothing can ruin today” The classic surfer look almost fits Richie to a T as his sandy hair and tan skin shows that he clearly either spends time in a tanning booth au-naturelle, or he visits nude beaches. His apartment is a classic bachelor pad, one speaks to someone who has only just moved in but also has started to apply new taste. A photo sits on the mantel showing an older man holding onto two almost identical kids as he laughs into the camera.

A knock on the door seems to announce an impending change to the life of the otherwise carefree Richie as he (forgetting he’s naked) opens the door “hello?” says Riche as he is suddenly accosted by a loud voice yelling “Bro! You Richie!? Great to meet you dude!” A very exuberant Jason is seen hugging and swinging Richie around like a doll before setting him on the ground and clapping him on the ass. “I’m Jason bro and this is our other bro James!”

Richie looking confused and ignoring the fact he’s still naked looks as if a purple hippopotamus had just invited him into his home, “Huhh?? Sorry I think you got the wrong number I’m an only child I was put up for adoption” Jason, wandering in as he laughs and jovially replies, “Nah bro your our bro! right James? I am kinda hazy on the details but I get told we were put up for adoption too after that whole government research thing! Bet you have like a chip or something in ya too” Jason, completely ignoring any boundaries grabs richies pecs and tries to find it while also grabbing a handful of Richies ass too. And the fact that James, was still on the plane asleep, so eager was Jason to meet new people he completely forgot his new best friend to make more. Richie pushes the stranger away, “wow don’t touch me and who are you talking to?”

Jason laughs as he rubs his head and releases Richie, “Oh right I forget what I’m talking about sometimes bro. Dude don’t act so uptight you ain’t dressed up so why not chill with your bros! I bet you’ll have a great time. Got any grub? We just flew in from Beacon and boy are my arms tired!” Jason laughs more as he sees Riches deepening confusion but seems to not at all notice or care as he walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge and grabs a shiny red apple which he almost consumes completely in one bite.

Richie by this point is immensely confused, having the stranger wander into his home, eat his food and all with barely more than time to get a word in edgewise, as in less than five minutes the stranger appears to have groped him, invited himself into his home and is now consuming the contents of the refrigerator at a breathtaking speed, “ok hold up who are you?! Who and where is James? And why is there a jet outside my house? And stop eating my food!” He closes the fridge.

Jason frowns as he looksk confused “Wow harsh dude. I….” suddenly Jason freezes and his eyes turn from their resting blue that indicates Jason to the violet indicating a switch to the more serious and sober Jase. Richie meanwhile has pulled on a pair of striped boxers and folds his arms, “explain now!” Jase sighs as he sees the mess Jason has made of their initial encounter, “Okay calm down brother. I’m Jase nice to meet you.” Richie sighs “I’m not your brother! I thought you were Jason?”

Jase pinches his nose as he tries to think of a way to explain, “No the overly relaxed hyperactive bundle of affection and love is Jason. I am Jase. I’m everything he’s not basically. Serious, sober, calm, etc.”

Richie’s eyes widen “Wait you have this to! I thought I was the only one with this... this illness!”

Jase smiles and sits down on the couch as he begins explaining, “No call it a family curse brother. Except in our case we got a little more than that. I’m more like an offshoot of Jason to handle stress since he’s so nice he just lets people walk over him sometimes. He usually handles the people and making friends but serious conversations? So not his forte. His powers more like emotional manipulation, he doesn’t really realize he’s doing it. Basically he wants people to like him and be friends and so they are. Me I got the ability to read and control minds to a limited degree. Really comes in handy for cleaning up some of the messes Jason can make at times.”

Riche looks up, “ok well I can do this” he touches his chest as his body falls to the ground and Jase losses control of his actions, almost as if another person is inside his body moving it, “I can posses people “. Jase smiles, “Oh very nice. Like a ghost! That’s cool and kinda hype tbh. Well now that we’ve proved that we’re not all crazy: it’s about time we were leaving. Some angry governments types with guns are heading this way. So we really need to leave.” Jase looks out the window as a caravan of black SUVS appears to be running towards the plane as if the devil himself were driving the car.

Richie nods using Jason’s head as he looks out the window, “yeah and I get all their.... awww!!! “ he jumps out of Jase/Jasons body “what the fuck did I just see in your head!!”

Jase shrugs and tries to play it off casually, “Blood, violent experiments? Take your pick. Jason is the well adjusted one so let me warn you not to do that again. My part of our experiences typically don’t tend to be happy ones.”

Richie grips his head still reeling from the images he saw, “what? what are you?” James walks in holding his head “mmmmm head hurts” as Jase continues to explain, “I like to call us Mesmers, but there’s really no official name for what we are.” He pulls out a bottle and tosses it to James. “Here James glass of milk and Tylenol raided from the kitchen over there on the table. Also raid the fridge you’ll need the energy probably” James smiles gratefully and then looks at Richie “who’s the porn star?” He gulps down the pills as he drinks the milk then opens the fridge.

Richie looking outraged almost leaps from the couch as he yells, “What did he call me!?!” Jase looking bemused smiles as he explains, “Your basically possessing a hot dudes body and are almost buck naked in front of two guys you just met. If Jason were in charge he’d be all over you trying to make you happy”. Jase gives Richie an up and down look before sighing, “Now put on some damn clothes so we can go once James finishes in the fridge

Richie sighs as he goes to get dressed as James looks at Jase as he eats popcorn “which one ? “ he asked as he points at Jason. Jase looking frustrated sighs, “I am Jase. Jason was being his enthusiastic self and was rambling without context as he raided poor Richie’s fridge” Nodding as he stuffs his mouth James replies after a swallow, “ummm does Jason like me?” Jase runs his hand through his hair as he leans it back against the couch he is sitting on and looks James over before he finally replies “He likes you a lot. He wishes you liked him back more but he’s willing to wait since your his friend.”

James frowns “I do like him. He’s cute, sweet, makes me laugh.... just with everything that’s happened and now that I know I’m not even real....” Jason holds up his hand immediately as if he could stop the words coming out with just a hand in the air, “Jason’s real as they come to me, even if we don’t both get to exist in roughly the same way. You have to find a balance. You just have to come to an agreement with Jake to get him to share.”

James sighs “that’s not what Jake said remember he said me and Jason were fake indentities “ Jason sighs as he puts his head in his hands and takes a long minute before he replies, “Yeah but jake and I are very different personalities and memories and if you’re really not real, whatever that means to you, I doubt Jake would have kept you around this long after he broke free. Just do what Jason does and live for the moment.” James nods as he eats more food “but like what if Jake does hate me....” he sighs as he slumps down onto the floor. Suddenly the eyes in Jase sockets shift back to a vibrant blue as Jason reasserts control and leaps off the couch to hug James on the floor, “but I like you dude! Like a lot!” Jason is back and jumps onto James and starts hugging him as he pulls him up from the floor, “who cares what that Jake guy thinks we’re both here right now!” James is surprised by the sudden tonal shift but laughs “your such a lug!” He hugs back “I.... I do like you and if you would say yes I’d like to date you even though we are technically brothers….sorta”

Jason, not really seeing the problem here replies, “Aww bro I’d love to date you dude! I knew you’d come around!” with a further enthusiasm Jason Hugs James even tighter than before and swings him around. James laughs as he begins getting slightly dizzy and tells Jason “ok, ok, calm down!”

Richie walks in “ok I’m dressed what are you doing?” Jason laughs as he looks at Richie, “I’m just giving my adorable boyfriend a hug dude! Come over and join the circle!” Jason practically drags James into a group hug with Richie as James gives Richie the “I’m sorry” smile as Richie pulls away “ok.... ummm so your James and your Jason at the mo yeah?” he gets a drink of water

“At the moment dude I’m always Jason. Sure i space out a lot dude but that’s nothing odd” gives James a pat on the ass and puts his hand in his. “Sooooo either of you know how to fly a plane dudes?” James kisses him “babe can you go pack a bag of clothes from Richie’s closet yeah?”

“Oh sure babe anything you need” Jason wanders out of the room into Richies closet and the sound of things being thrown can be heard within

James turns to Richie “he doesn’t know about Jase” James is about to say more when a loud voice from the bedroom yells out, “Hey Richie you want underwear or do you just freeball it like you did when I first got in bro!?” Richie goes red “yes I’ll have underwear” he looks at James “why not?” He shrugs “my guess is we all were effected differently I remember he doesn’t you don’t appear to have one yet” Another shout yells out as Jason yells, “Okay!! And you want tanks or those weird T-shirt’s with sleeves on them!?” Richie yells back, “Both please!” before returning to talk to James, “yeah I get it so where are we going?” James shrugs “Jase was the one who said we had to go “ Another louder shout prefaces the question, “Long or short pants bro!?” Richie yelling back with slight irritation, “Both and stop calling me bro”

Jason pokes his head out of the bedroom and yells, “But your my bro bro! It’s silly Not to call you that!” A thump is heard and Jason appears with a bag of clothes. “Catch bro!” Tosses the clothes at Richie. Richie jumps catches the bag of clothes like an NBA player and then slips back to his feet as James whistles “wow”. Jason’s eyes light up at the jump potential on his new friend and enthusiastically comes over as he says, “Cool bro you could totally play basketball with those reflexes dude!” Richie smiles “I do at my uni speaking of I’m going to be late“ James gets his phone out “shit it’s my dad he’s probs worried sick” Just as James is about to answer a hand grabs the phone and smashes it to pieces.

Violet eyes are seen glaring at James as Jase reasserts control suddenly.

James looks at jase “Hey! That was my phone!” Jase heartlessly replies, “Not anymore it’s not. My “dad” was the one who shot and remote controlled me like a puppet. Do you think your “dad” is anymore real than mine was?” Jase turns and glowers at Richie, “get your stuff. Leave your phone and get your exhibitionist ass on that plane”

Richie glares at him “ok I don’t understand you why are you being mean to him he dates the other you and how do you know his dad is bad who is he anyway?” James smiles “it’s ok you don’t need to defend me.... he’s probs right “, Jase sighs as he looks at Richie and pulls himself up and then sighs as he sits down on the couch, “Jason got all the love. I’m the opposite I shield Jason from everything that might hurt him. Even his boyfriend. And your right I don’t know for a fact Jame’s dad is bad, but we’re not using a phone and letting them trace us. For all I know they already can using that plane or the chips inside James.” Jase rounds on Richie eyes blazing violet and beginning to spark “I love Jason more than anything, and I’ll protect what he wants protected but he’s Jason’s boyfriend, not mine.”

Richie shakes his head “you know I might not have an evil twin but if I did is share my life with them what’s the point at being at odds just get along you are the same body after all also stop being a pussy and tell him your real”, James comes back from loading the jet, “ummm guys your not fighting are you?” Jase smiles as he looks at James “A philosophical debate over whether Jason needs to know I exist. He doesn’t need to know. The reason he blacks out all the time is because unpleasant things are happening to him.”

Richie shakes his head “no I think the real reason is cause your scared he won’t accept you your scared he’ll be afraid of the monster you are. Cause he’s a sweet innocent boy why would he accept you”. Jase frowns and sighs as he finally throws his hands up and then sits back on the couch and then yells out, “FINE! Maybe your right but I’ve protected him for years by making sure everyone who ever tried to bully him became his friend or went away! He doesn’t need to know why everyone was always so happy to see him! He just needs to be happy! One of us deserves to be happy and I’ve decided its Jason! I’ll take all the unpleasantness and he can be happy and loved!”

Richie touches his cheek he doesn’t know why but he knows what to do he starts to drain all the anger and hurt from Jase and replaces it with happiness and bliss

James sees his hand shaking and hides it “what’s going on?”

“What did you do? How m. I...you...” Jase seems to lose his composure and be at a genuine loss for words. He sits there for a few minute and a single tear finally roles down his cheek before dropping to the floor. “Is this what that lovable dolt is always feeling? That’s nice. I don’t think I’ve ever felt it before.” Richie shakes his head as if he is waking from a dream “what what happened?”

James suddenly scoffs “ewwww this is boring awwwwww I wont to go have fun “ he now has blonde hair for some reason and was dressed in surfer clothes. Clothes which have apparently appeared out of nowhere. Meanwhile, the blue eyes return and Jason jumps up cheerily. “Hey babe! When did you change your hair dude?” Jason pats James on the ass before kissing him deeply “It’s hot”. James pushes him away “ewww! No god no why would I date you ewww ewww feeling physically sick “

Richie looks over confused “James?”

“James” looks at Richie, “no Barbie Ken I’m not James I’m Brad durrrr”. Piping in Jason asks, “But where’s James if your Brad bro? I don’t get it babe.” Jason has a confused puppy dog look on him

James shimmers as his regular clothes and hair return he falls to the floor gripping his head “to many!!!”

Richie looks panicked as this all happens, “James??”

Jason grabs James by the head as he stares into his eyes, “James babe look at me hun.” Sparks suddenly soar between James and Jason as he focuses on James thoughts, anchoring him to the here and now. “Whenever someone’s stressed that always helped”. He shakes “there are so many voices in my head why!” He hugs Jason hard. Richie walks back in with brandy “you know I tots saw this on a show called Doom Patrol you got multiple personality disorder ‘bro’”. Jason continues speaking as he focuses on James, “Just focus on me James hun. I think I know what to do babe.” Jason begins to reinforce the personality of James and stabilize it. James focuses on Jason and looks in his eye and then says, “you know you have a hint of gold in your eyes?”

Richie chugs the brandy as he watches the two be close enough to kiss, “please don’t start having sex, also are we like superheroes now?” James sighs as he sems to get more and more solid, “I know dude it’s awesome when I feel like this! I can hear what dudes are thinking babe and even affect it. I don’t know why babe but it’s helpful.” Slowly the James personally takes a more solid form. “But the connections really strong when I do this” without warning Jason kisses James and the connection becomes crystal clear like James can see how much love Jason has and vice versa. James hugs him tight as he kisses back “it’s me all me the voices they have gone…your amazing babe!”

Richie looks at Jason and James, “Hello??? Anyone going to speak to me or am I just going to be left to get drunk?”. Jason smiles as he laughs, “I’m kinda a big deal babe.” He looks over at Richie “hey bro your here! How long have you been there!?” Jason gives James another peck on the lips and grabs a handful of his ass.

Richie looks at him shocked “the whole time can’t you see how utterly pissed I am! I’ve drunk two bottle of brandy owww!! Also some guy phoned you! Jason said that James dad needs to see us so I gave them my address.” Jason laughs and brightens up suddenly, “Oh James dad!? Awesome! I can’t wait to meet my babes family. But drinking alone? Bro not cool! Share with your bros!”

James looks at Jason “so you seem annoyed that my dad is coming? not going to get angry cause your dad turned out to be evil? Are you?” Richie meanwhile hands over a glass to Jason and smirks saying “yes sir” with a sarcastic and yet somehow humorous bent to it. “I mean sure he was a bit of a jerk but evil dude? Oh come on that’s a bit much.” Jason drinks a glass of brandy and smiles, “I bet your dads suuuuupeerrr chill and he’ll love me bro! Everyone loves me! Even you babe.” Jason kisses James and suddenly pours half the whisky into his mouth.

James looks worried all of a sudden and asks tentatively, “babe where is Jase?”

Jason laughs, “Oh him. He’s kinda out of it. He said he wanted to let us get to know each other. He still thinks I don’t know he takes over sometimes. But I’m not that empty headed babe.” Jason winks conspiratorially at James. James looks surprised “but you always acted like you didn’t know? You said you blacked out when Jase took over?” Jason chuckles and then sighs, “I mean at first it was kinda like that babe but then after a few years. I kinda started getting glimpses. In my dreams, was like seeing someone else living my life at times.” Jason chuckles and sighs as he divulges the fact he’s not quite as oblivious as he makes himself out to be.

James nods, “are you scared of him?” Jason chuckles as he rubs the back of his head,“He’s pretty intense babe. He likes to be all rough and rawr!” Jason pretends to be a lion pouncing onto James as he roars, “but he’s a good guy! He always helped get me out of crap in school! Plus he’s way good at sports!” James wrestles him as he shimmers his hair turning back and short, his skin turning tanned as he changes into more loose clothes “haha I win sucker!”

Jason frowns and loudly declares, “Nah way bro! Best two of three!” Rolls him over and pins James underneath him! “I win babe!” With that he steals a kiss from James. James however who has apparently body morphed into a new persona quickly pushes Jason off of him, “wow I don’t kiss my opponents” he gets up and grabs a drink gulping it down “hell I don’t date people.”

Jason suddenly perks up, “Oh your one of those person thingies! That James has!” Jason leaps up and slaps his ass. “I’m Jason! James and I are dating dude!” The new persona looks up and down at Jason and then comments, “James is dating you? mmmm thought you’d be taller.” Jason laughs and smirks, “Ey dude I’m plenty tall where it counts!” Grabs his crotch “besides James never complains dude. And how many person things are there anyway?”

He thinks “ummm not sure there’s loads of us I’m Skull Crusher whos this hunk “ he winks ad Richie who giggles, James laughs as he sighs, “Aww this is Richie he’s my bro! Just like James!” He hugs Richie and pulls him over to skull crusher “say hi Richie!” Richie looks up “Hi?” Skull Crusher laughs, “cute hi I’m...” he shimmers back to James “awww my head why do I crave vodka?” Jason laughs, “Oh some dude called Skull Crusher was here and totally crushing on Richie. See what I did there babe?!” Richie opens the door as the door bell goes “hello ooo you look like James who are you?” Jason laughs, “I bet that’s your dad babe! Come in James Dad!” Jason kisses James intensely and pulls him flush against his body. “Love you babe” A loud thud is heard as Richie suddenly falls to the ground.

James looks worried “dad is that you?” He holds Jason’s hand. Like a switch turning on and suddenly Jase is standing in place eyes blazing violet and forcing a full compulsion into the vicinity on anyone who is in the building or outside the room, “Come in and shut the door and empty all your pockets out.” James is getting nervous, no one is moving as he holds Jase, “I’m scared is Richie... dead?” He whispers. Richie hiccups as if to answer the question that was whispered.

Jase whispers telepathically into James mind, “He’s not dead.” Jase directs his words into Richise mind, “Richie don’t speak just think. What is going on? I’m in your head so answer me” Jason takes a knife from the kitchen and slowly creeps silently towards the door as Richie’s mind speaks, “A guy was at the door he shot me…I’m asleep I think? he’s still there not moving.”

James grips Jace’s arm “is he ok?” Jace nods and whispers, “He’s asleep not dead your dad shot him I think. Tranquilizer probably, these guys are pretty intent on getting all of us back alive.” Jase directs his thoughts into Richie’s mind, “Richie your thinking like a regular person still. Your bodies asleep but you be able to exit it and possess him.” Richie thinks and replies back, “No, let James speak to him first distract him first that makes it easier for me.”

James meanwhile is almost hugging Jase like a baby, “babe I’m scared.” Jason whispers and hugs him firmly, “I know your scared babe and I don’t want anything to happen to you but i need you to be brave for Jason and Richie and yourself. I need you to go over there and distract your dad James, so Richie can possess him. Can you do that babe?”

James surprisingly looks at Jase who has up to now been a pretty cold and harsh person to him, “you called me babe?” A bit of blue is seen sparkling between the violet eyes with a glint of gold deep inside them almost a pinprick but visible, “We both need your help now babe. I’ll explain later.” he kisses James deeply “for luck”.

James, nods as he walks over to the door and breathes in “Hey dad”, while james greets him, Jason/Jase maintains the connection with both James and Richie as he silently creeps around the blind side. James looks at his father something wasn’t right “dad? What’s wrong why aren’t you speaking?”

Jason/Jase carefully extended a thread of his mind into James dad trying to read his thoughts.

James steps closer and reaches out “dad please your scaring me”.

“Richie something’s not right. Stroke now while I try to seize control of him while I try to attack his mind”, Jason/Jase sighs and directs a thought to him, “James I need you to let skull crusher out! Let me help!” Jase/Jason finds the unique mental threads belonging to Skull Crusher and starts pulling them to the surface. James nods but yells “wait stop! I know how to wake him everyone just stop !” Richie and Jase/James both stop before they strike as James, walks forward and looks his father in the eyes “I love you daddy” he hugs him tightly. Richie gets up and looks worried “has it worked?” Jase/Jason blanches a moment and almost falls on his face at the fact he just hugged his dad into submission.

James looks at his dad “dad the in there? Please answer me dad?”Richie meanwhile runs over to Jason, “so are we superheroes?” Jason/Jase looks at Richie. “Something like that.” He says still trying to figure out what’s going on with James dad as he absentmindedly answers. Jase/Jason begins extending a mental probe deep into James dads mind. James looks back “what have they done to him?”

Richie smiles as he keeps talking, “so when do I get my costume then?”, Jason/Jase replies, “I think they’ve hollowed him out and just go away you nude exhibitionist!” He turns back to Jason, “I’m not sure let me delve deeper.” Jase/Jason begins probing deeply into Jame’s dad searching for memories or thoughts even feelings. James keeps hugging his dad hoping it brings him back he starts to cry.

Richie looks at Jase and laughs, “nahhh I was thinking maybe like a gold costume or silver oooowww or purple! Yeah!”

Jase/Jason looks in shock at Richie, “Are you incapable of reading the mood?!” he turns to James, “James I’m sorry babe I can’t feel any real thoughts from him”. Richie looks down “sorry I am drunk don’t forget…So is his dad brain dead ?” James sobs more as James/Jase assesses “He might be. But brain-dead people don’t shoot others. Do they?” Richie looks up “so why isn’t he shooting anymore?” Jase/Jason reponds, “That’s the question. Maybe he only has preprogrammed instructions I’m not sure. Maybe responding to a hug broke the pre-programmed instructions or suggestions and as a result it can’t restart.” James looks back “please babe I can’t lose my dad!”

Jase/Jason responds, “I can try something but it’s dangerous.” James looks back dead serious “what is it?” Jase/Jason stretches out his hand and gestures for James to grab it, “I want you to join hands with me. And then we’re going to channel your personalities and try using them to shock your dad out of his state with my mind controlling and reading abilities. If it works it might bring him back like restarting a heart.” He sighs, “Basically I’m going to use you as an amplifier to try and shock his mind out of the programming or whatever state he is currently in that’s preventing him from communicating with us.” James nods but then stops and looks at the outstretched hand before turning to Jase/Jason and asks, “you said it could be dangerous why?”

Jase/Jason gently explains, “Because mental thought waves are like electric current. Too little and the heart won’t start. Too much and it’ll be fried. Same principle on the brain. But if you do nothing he’ll just stay like this. A vegetable” James sighs “just do it and be quick.” Richie looks nervous off to the side “will this hurt?” Jase/Jason responds somewhat jokingly, “not you Richie and hopefully not him.”

Jason/Jase takes James hand and begins to channel his mental powers through James mind and various personalities and into his dad. As it passes through each personality begins to amplify the current like a prism refracting and intensifying light. At the last moment the intensified mental wave surges out from James and into his father almost like the crashing of a tsunami before Jason/Jase sets up breaks in the mind to ensure the waves crash forcefully but not shatteringly against the remnants of James dad. At the last second a brief spark is detected that begins to grow slightly with each successive crashing wave. Becoming brighter and brighter before stopping at the brilliance of a small star in the night sky. “There, that should do it. His minds back to the normal luminance that most brains possess. He should wake up soon.”

After that mental display Jason/Jase suddenly sits down onto the floor in an exhausted state. Before looking at Richie, “i don’t know if it hurts but it places a lot of strain on everyone involved in the process. It’s kinda like trying to resurrect an otherwise dead man” He nods as he falls into the sofa as James cradles his dad who’s sleeping. Jason/Jase immediately goes over to Richie and helps him up. “Shut the door. Close the windows and put out the lights. We should be safe for a little bit and I’m going to need to sleep. This was exhausting.” With that Jason/Jase falls to the floor in front of the sofa into a sleep. James walks over and hugs Jase/Jaso “love you “. A sleepy murmur comes from James/Jase as he hugs him back “love you too babe.” as they all drift off into slumber.

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Idaho 4 Season 2.1. TAROT. Buckle up team. We’re going back to Moscow, Idaho.

HELLO MY LOVES!

The idea of following the money came from @Justice_Serum ♥ I will apologize in advance, I began putting confirmations from Season 1 in and then had a huge project due and completely forgot to post it.

Skip from minutes 20-29 because it's the same thing you've already seen. As long as you understand that this is a deep dive following the money then we'll all start at the same place next reading.

00:00 Introduction

00:24 A NAVY SEAL? We called it

04:14 Reading the Wiki page for Scott Green

08:28 Introducing the Queen of Swords

12:17 Pull up a chair Queen

16:41 What's Ethan's Trash Bucket Sister Doing

20:30 Back to the Cards

29:48 SKIP THIS PART, IT DIDN'T GET DELETED

35:52 Ethan's Mic Drop

39:56 The trash is back

45:05 World's Worst Birthing Vessel

47:34 That Scholarship is SUS. It’s time to follow the money.��

Who is Scott Green? How did he get a job making almost $500k a year with no qualifications?

In October, Idaho Attorney General Raul Labrador subpoenaed Green, demanding several records related to the University of Phoenix acquisition. I originally wasn't going to record it, but did at the last minute.

I'm creating a timeline for the day an unqualified man accepted the position as the President at the Univeristy of Idaho on July 1, 2019 - November 13, 2022, the day our friends were betrayed.

I'm also looking through the Idaho 4 https://youtu.be/zb6FgZ84vI4?si=SIXR7... series to grab the clip where we talked about following the money.

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The unfolding saga told through the lens of a 30-part “mini-series,” brings to light a chilling tale of deception, faith, and heartbreak that has captivated the online community. The Shocking Revelation On October 11, 2023, Kate Putnam dove into a tarot reading on “The Organization” in Moscow, Idaho.

To her astonishment, the cards foretold that the U.S. Government would play a pivotal role in the case. Three weeks later, the FBI announced a halt to the Brian Koberger trial, redirecting attention to the house at 1122 King Road where the four college students were betrayed by the trash people they loved the most.

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Doc Watch: Call Me Miss Cleo (2022)

except, literally everyone knew she was a fraud and the network a scam?

Watched: 12/28/2022

Format: HBOmax

Viewing: First

Director: Celia Aniskovich, Jennifer Brea

I dunno.

This doc is weirdly under-developed and under-researched for something that's getting a fairly well-promoted release on HBOmax. If I was Perry White to this team's Lois Lane, I'd say "you have a lot of facts. You haven't proven anything and there's no story. Get back out there." The doc feels like it's something handed in at a deadline, not something actually something complete, and the final bit that tries to give Miss Cleo absolution feels like the last great con a successful con-artist pulled from beyond the grave.

Maybe the spirits DO talk to us!

But you'll get more facts without any of the tediously dramatic build up out of the anemic Miss Cleo Wikipedia article. Somehow the doc misses that she had a child?

Look, I was not a youth when Miss Cleo first appeared - I was a 20-something guy winding up college. She was part of the weirdness that was 1990's television, right there alongside all the other charlatans and hucksters from Jerry Springer to those twin little people guys who made you watch a 45 minute informercial. It was a wild, trashy time of insta-celebs like Susan Powter and the Government Money Riddler-guy. And you had to be a certain age or a certain kind of poor or a certain kind of insomniac (or, in my case, all three) to know the full cast of TV's Legion of Doom.

Miss Cleo was an obvious fraud and crank who was also the face of one of many psychic networks. It would be post-9/11 that I would figure out how many people totally and completely believe in any fraud or crank who speaks with conviction thanks to the weirdly lucrative 9/11 Conspiracy movement. But I did figure *someone* was calling Miss Cleo, and those people were kidding or hopelessly guileless.

What's weird about this doc is that it's about Miss Cleo but somehow the filmmakers can't seem to do more than Google some facts but don't include even the basics of Wikipedia. There's nothing particularly revelatory about the contents, and it leaves all but a narrow window of Miss Cleo's life a Miss Cleo shaped blank spot.

Do they uncover who she really was and how she spent her life aside from a stint in Seattle? Nope! There's some speculation, but they don't bother to find out where she was born, where she lived, who knew her, etc... She appears in Seattle as a grown adult pre-Cleo using a different name, does some theater, maybe steals some money? And then vanishes again until those people spot her a while later using one of her characters developed in Seattle as Miss Cleo.

The doc is... bad? Lazy? I don't even know. For chrissake, if you can't find the info yourself, hire a private investigator. Someone has her SSN and can trace it back. But they literally choose not to do the basics - instead speculating and cobbling together a few scant details, saying "she probably had trauma that was never healed" and then use that as the supporting argument for why Miss Cleo was an a-ok person. But there's no evidence of trauma - no smoking gun. Not even any anecdotal evidence presented. Just the filmmakers cutting in pieces of people speculating.

The very weird collection of interviews includes the ragtag collection of folks Cleo hung out with after the collapse of the Psychic Network (a patchwork of Floridians who have varying degrees of skepticism about her still assumed psychic abilities), theater colleagues from Seattle who cannot believe this shit 25 years later, Raven Symone for some reason?, and Debra Wilson for other reasons. Folks who worked as psychics are also interviewed.

If you also thought psychic hotlines existed to separate fools from their money, you weren't alone. If you want to feel better, one of those fools may be Miss Cleo as it's not clear she actually profited very well from the scam she was the face-man for for years.

You do get a picture of how she went from paying the bills as a psychic for the network to becoming the face of the network, and there's plenty there about how the scam worked, and a reminder that we're all secretly very alone in this cold and unforgiving universe and sometimes it's so bad, we call obviously fake magic-wielders so someone will tell us it'll be okay (spoiler: it won't! But you'll get used to it or get on twitter.).

Maybe the most interesting part isn't Miss Cleo herself, but the mechanics of a call-in Psychic Network, that works not at all unlike a phone-sex-line (we were all about landline-based stuff in the 1990's), who worked there, what the job was, etc...

Ideas are thrown at us with minimal follow up. Miss Cleo was Jamaican and handed off to not-her-parents as an infant. Only - no. Never happened. She was a student at USC. No, she was not. She had multiple personalities (only mentioned by one person). She was maybe actually psychic and believed it. Or not.

This person did not live 100 or even 50 years ago. She just died like 6 years ago. She has a footprint. Someone knew her as a kid - but good luck seeing that here.

Once the network collapsed due to basically being a gigantic scam that was easily sue-able, Miss Cleo retreats. And where this could be interesting, and kind of is - the doc really leans into the "maybe she was really Miss Cleo all along, inside, and not someone with a completely different name using a fake accent every day of her life for years". One of her Seattle theatre-company colleagues basically says it outright "you White people buy any old bullshit", and it sure seems to be true. And yet, the filmmakers go right along with it and work to torture reality into shape so they can have an uplifting ending about "yeah, she helped to scam people out of a billion dollars, but she was nice to people after that collapsed so... Everyone remember her fondly." Wait. What? Why?

I'm not saying you can't make that movie or it's not a story that could be told. What I am saying is that this doc doesn't seem to be able to grasp what it has in its hands and do anything with it. It can't seem to grapple with the idea that possibly Cleo or whatever her name was was the same kind of toxic narcissist we see in politicians and CEO's everyday and you can't find her footprint because she wasn't good enough at what she was doing or rich enough to stay in one place for very long. It feels like they wrote an outline and then just went and made that doc. It's very strange. Unless you're the type of person who believes in psychics and magic, and then... then I can see how all of this feels magical and mysterious.

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requests? did someone say requests??😌

fluffy headcanon, mafia boss!bucky comes home after being away for a week or so and it’s just a cute ass reunion between the reader & him with lots of kisses & hugs n shit

or(take your pick) :)

one shot, where john walker is really rude to reader(insults her & shit), but she stands up for herself. they(her & john) get into a fight & bucky finds out by surprisingly swinging by her apartment. of course bucky is pissed, but he tends to her wounds. then for some stupid reason, john shows up at readers apartment & bucky loses it. but it ends in bucky admitting his feelings to reader n some fluff 😩

hope you find motivation for at least one of these:😚

hi yes hehe i did say requests🙈

i’m a sucker for tfatws!bucky so- (and john walker is a rat bastard🤣 so lemme go off)

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pairing: tfatws!bucky x fem!avenger!reader

warnings: john walker (grr), violence! and descriptions of bloody injuries

A/N: also! i sort of changed the prompt i hope u don’t mind too much🥺 // this oneshot will not be taking place during the canon timeline btw but inspired by the events/themes of tfatws

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completed requests!

Y/N sighed, as she plopped onto the couch after a long day. She, Bucky, and Sam had spent the whole day researching the Flagsmashers to try and track them down. It took all day, partially because Bucky needed a little extra help with learning how to use his laptop. She chuckled at the memory, grabbing the remote to turn her TV on. Suddenly, a loud, aggressive, knock interrupted her thoughts. She sighed and leaned her head on the back of her couch, taking a moment to debate leaving her very comfortable spot, before getting up to answer the door. Y/N knew that she probably should have peeked through her peephole before answering, but she wanted to return to the comfort of her couch as soon as possible. She opened it to see none other than John Walker, greeting her with a smirk. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing here, John? How the hell did you even get my address?”

“All government property has GPS tracking in it," he said, pointing to her laptop on the kitchen table behind her. She turned and frowned as he continued. "Look, you need us, me and Battlestar, to take down Karli.” She looked back at John, laughing at Lemar’s alias.

“No way I’m letting someone who goes by Battlestar help me out.” He glared at her comment. “Or you, a Captain America wannabe.”

John took an aggressive step closer, way too close for Y/N’s comfort, as he replied. “I am Captain America, whether you like it or not.”

"You'll never be Captain America," she snapped back. "You don't have what it takes." He glared at her and put his face right in front of hers.

"How would you know? You're a pathetic excuse for a soldier," he spat and Y/N grimaced at John's spit landing on her cheeks. He looked at her, his eyes examining her body. She hated every second of it, his stare making her feel grimy all over, like she immediately needed a shower. “Who’d you fuck to get into the Avengers anyways? Bet it was Steve.”

John’s comment was immediately followed by Y/N’s fist connecting with his cheek, forcing him to stagger back into the hall. She’d heard concerns about her abilities as an Avenger before, calling her weak, fragile, a bitch, etc. But she knew they almost always came from misogynistic men, and was able to shrug their comments off because she knew that she could easily beat all of them to a pulp, no problem. But thinking that she would sleep her way into becoming an Avenger crossed a line. Especially someone she respected and had admired as much as Steve.

John held his hand to his cheek, where he’d been hit, and looked up to make eye contact with Y/N. He smiled and before stating in a condescending tone, “That was cute.” John kicked her in the stomach, launching her onto the floor of her apartment. As she groaned and started to get up, John chuckled and kicked her down before she got to her knees. He went to kick her again when she rolled away, dodging his kick and standing up quickly, panting as she responded.

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up?”

She kicked her leg up to deliver a roundhouse kick to John’s face, spinning around to punch his nose. He stumbled a couple steps back, regaining his balance before swinging a punch towards Y/N. She caught his fist before it hit her and John took the opportunity to use his free hand to grab his shoulder and knee her in the stomach. She gasped, getting the wind knocked out of her. He then threw her into a shelf, shattering several photo frames on the ground. She landed on her stomach, attempting to get up by pushing her self up on her forearms. Y/N felt a warm liquid on her cheek and touched it, pulling it away from her face to see her fingertips covered in blood.

“Asshole,” she mumbled, before standing up to continue fighting.

Several moments ago, Bucky had made the decision to show up at Y/N’s apartment. He pressed some random keys on his computer, and now there was an error message that wouldn’t go away on his screen. Stubbornly, he tried to fix it on his own but ended up making it worse. He sighed in defeat, closing his laptop shut and tucking it under his arm before heading over towards her apartment. Bucky was just down the hall when he heard the sound of glass shattering, his leisurely stroll turning into a sprint to Y/N’s door.

Bucky arrived to see you pinned up against a wall with John’s hand around ur throat. Your hands were desperately clawing at John’s, attempting to free yourself from his grasp. Fear and terror consumed him before a wave of fury took over. Immediately, Bucky launched into action, dropping his laptop in the process. He ripped John away from you, tossing him on the ground. Bucky moved to hover over John, punching him repeatedly in the face. Y/N finally caught her breath and crawled over to Bucky, placing a hand on his shoulder, signaling him to stop. He kept his eyes on John’s bloody and bruised face, lowering his fist.

“Touch her again, and I’ll kill you,” he snarled, releasing John from his grasp.

John rolled over, took a moment to catch his breath. Bucky was standing, fists still clenched by his sides, as he watched John get up and exit Y/N’s apartment without another word.

He closed the door behind him and immediately spun around to see Y/N struggling to get up, attempting to push up from one of her knees. Bucky instantly rushed to her side, helping her to her feet. He grabbed one of her hands in his own and placed his other hand on the small of her back, as he guided her to the couch. He examined her and felt a pain in his chest, looking at her black eye, cut cheek, and her bruised neck outlined with John’s handprint. Without saying a word, he stood up and returned with a first-aid kit from her bathroom. He sat back down and immediately started to tend to her wounds. As Bucky started to disinfect the cut on her cheek, he spoke.

“That was stupid of you,” he mumbled, gently dabbing antiseptic ointment on her cut. It was a drastic contrast from his behavior only minutes ago, nearly ready to murder John. He took a bandaid from the kit and delicately placed it on her cheek. Bucky then moved his hand to assess her black eye, his thumb softly grazing a soft patch of skin under her eye. She frowned and lightly pushed his hand away.

“I would’ve been fine on my own, you know.”

“Sit still so I can take a look at your bruise.” He responded gruffly, lifting his hand and attempting to look at her bruised eye again. She shoved his hand away, this time more aggressively, and tried to stand up.

“Just leave me alone,” Y/N said, wincing and clutching her abdomen in pain, causing Bucky to grab her waist and slowly lower her back down onto the couch. Fucking John Walker.

“Y/N.”

She pulled his hands off her and reluctantly sat down to face him.

“You don’t need to defend me, Bucky,” she spoke, Bucky sensing anger in her voice. “I’m not some weak, helpless civilian. I’m a god damn Avenger for christ sake!” As Y/N shouted, her voice wavered and her eyes started to well up with tears.

Her arms were crossed in front of her chest and Bucky sat with his hands resting on his lap. Although she was speaking to Bucky, she felt like she was more-so trying to convince herself of what she was saying.

“I know,” he said calmly, but with a stern tone, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“Okay, so leave me alone.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not!”

“Because I fuckin’ care about you!” Bucky shouted, causing Y/N’s face to immediately soften.

Her arms dropped to rest in her lap and she froze as Bucky softly raised his hand to cup her cheek, captivated by his touch. He cautiously moved, worried she would push his hand away again, but she didn’t. His thumb gently caressed her non-cut cheek and he pulled her face close to his. She felt his breaths fan her face as he spoke.

“I know you’re one of the strongest Avengers,” he started. “And I know you could kick John’s ass any day of the week. But I care so much about you and I need you to be okay.” Bucky’s lips hovered over Y/N’s, lightly brushing against hers.

“I need you, Y/N.”

She responded by crashing her lips onto his, moving her hands to hold his face closer to hers. The kiss was full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Y/N smiled at him and ran a hand through his hair.

“I care about you too, Buck.”

Bucky had never seen such a bright light in his 106 years of living.

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

#my reading log #r's reading log #fic rec #stucky fic rec #fics recs #stucky #danbeau #samrhodey #longpost #long post #clintasha #evanstan

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ghoste-catte · 3 years

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I was curious what advice would you give to someone new to writing fics? I've been wanting to get back into it but haven't seriously written something since high school. I hope this isn't an annoying question or anything!

Not an annoying question at all! I'm just a little worried that I won't have terribly good or useful advice. To be honest, I also sort of stopped writing in earnest right as I finished high school, and didn't pick it back up until my late 20s. It's certainly an adjustment! But I think the few things that really helped me get back into writing fic as a hobby and something I spend quite a bit of time on would be:

Write for yourself first, then find your other motivations. My original inspiration in getting back into fic writing was that there just were not that many fics I liked for my favorite pairing, and I wanted more of them, and I especially wanted more with the tropes and characterizations I wanted to see. I think at the very core of anything you need that internal spark that drives you. At the same time, for me at least, if I just relied on my own drive, I would not get much done; I need some external guardrails. So having people send prompts, or writing for particular events, or writing stuff for friends really helps me to get my ass in gear and finish stuff. That may not be the perfect motivator for you, and that's fine! You just gotta figure out what is.

Be open to inspiration. Anything and everything can be spun out into a story with the right tweaking. Obviously stuff like music is a classic inspiration source, but I've also pulled ideas from poetry, from memes, from Reddit threads, from YouTube videos, from rambling conversations on Discord and from real life to make fics out of. So many times, someone will post a silly Twitter screencap, and I'll think, There's a fic in this. And a lot of the time, there is! Research is a wonderful thing, but so is serendipity. If you're out there actively looking for ideas, eventually one that you like will stumble past you.

Find your community. I can genuinely say I never would have finished more than one fic if I didn't have fandom friends to talk to about even stupid headcanons, to bounce ideas off of, and to encourage me (and to encourage them in turn!). Discord has been a godsend, and some of my closest online friends are people I met in the GaaLee discord server. As I've gotten more comfortable as a writer, I've also joined general writing servers and Reddit communities and have found them immensely helpful on both a motivational level (bingos, sprints, owe-me challenges) and on a craft level (plot workshopping and writing ethics and live grammar help). It's a lot easier to think about fic ideas and hash through problem moments when I have a constant stream of fandom-related chatter coming from the little people who live in my phone! Ao3 is an amazing website, and it's great as, well, an archive, but it isn't social media by design. If you want conversation and human connection and cheerleading, you've gotta forge out and find it.

Make it a habit ... If you want to produce anything longer than a couple hundred words, you really have to set aside time for it. And writing is just like knitting or dirt biking or painting little model figurines: the more you do it, the more easily it comes. When I was first getting back into the proper swing of things, I committed myself to 30 minutes of writing per week. Just 30 minutes. I didn't even hit that goal every week, but there were tons of weeks I got on a roll and went over that amount, and by the end of the year I'd written over 200,000 words. I used to spend an hour laboriously tip-tapping out 200 words, but now I can easily blow through 1k in a 50 minute sprint. It's all about training that muscle.

... But don't make it a chore. With fanfic, you aren't doing this as a job, and you aren't ultimately doing it for anyone other than you. That means you can take breaks when you need them, you can set deadlines and then fail to meet them, you can write stuff and then decide to never post it. When you start getting burnt out, when the practice loses the joy and energy, stop. There's no 'hustle' here. In our capitalist society we're so trained to push past our limits and keep going even when it hurts us, but the hobby you do for connection and relaxation and whatever else shouldn't be like that.

Ignore metrics. Sometimes stuff isn't gonna get hits, or kudos, or comments. There are some basic 'rules' as to the stuff that does and doesn't get traction, but every time you post something it's a roll of the dice. If you're focused on watching that kudos counter tick up, you will get bummed out fast. And any writer will tell you that the stuff you think is your best work will never be the stuff that gets the most accolades. So you have to find something else to give you a sense of success. For me, it's watching my wordcount go up in my stats and those occasional comments where someone has a lot to say and that one person who always leaves me a <3 emoji (and, shout out to @egregiousderp, having someone to have long one-on-one conversations with about the stuff that never made it to page).

Don't strive for perfection. It's really easy to want your first ever fic to be a complete showstopper, the best fic fandom has ever seen, hitting all the tropes and the ideas and the characterization that you just know fandom is missing and would be everyone's top favorite if only it was written. This is a trap. No one fic can be all things. Most people who want to write an epic as their very first venture will not see the end of that epic, because they haven't put in the practice hours to make something on that scale work. That's not to say you can't start out with a big, sprawling multichap, just don't expect it to be the greatest thing since sliced bread if you're just starting out, and be okay with abandoning it for greener pastures if you get to that point. Think of the first time someone makes a vase out of clay or bakes a loaf of bread. That's never their best vase or their best bread. If they keep up with it, they'll make more and better vases and loaves. Likewise, your first fic is probably not gonna be your best fic. See it for what it is: your launchpad.

You can't edit an empty page, but you can over-edit a full one. This kind of spins off of #7, but if the words aren't there, you can't fix them. Daydreams and headcanons are fantastic (and god, how many times have I wished for a speech-to-text engine that projected my falling asleep thoughts onto a Google doc for later perusal), but they aren't fic. If you want to write fic, you've gotta get comfortable with the idea of sloppy outlines and rough first drafts. You can't build a house without a frame and you can't build a man without a skeleton (I mean, you can, I guess, but he'd be one floppy man). The nice thing about fic is that it doesn't matter if that frame is structurally unsound or the skeleton has 18 too many bones, you can clean that up in the editing process. But you can't start hanging curtains and arranging furniture in something that doesn't even have walls. That's the process. But! Also know when to set down the editor's pen and say, "Okay, this is good enough for government work", and call it done. ("Done" doesn't have to mean "posted", but it does mean, "I'm done picking at this for now, and I'm gonna go write some more stuff".) Over-editing can make stuff seem laborious and forced, and it prevents you from actually improving. To continue belaboring the house metaphor, you can spend your whole life rearranging furniture in just one room, but the end result of that is a pretty narrow existence and a room with a lot of footprints and tracks in the carpet.

Write shit down. When you have ideas, jot them down--in a notebook, in a Google Doc, in the Notes app of your phone, in pen on the back of your hand. You think you will remember that brilliant line of dialogue or sparkling snippet of narration or genius plot that came to you in a dream, but you Will Not. Write it down. Write it down. Write it down! There have been so many times when a fic was completely saved by past!me having written down my shower thoughts about what happens next in the fic, that present!me had completely forgotten about and was floundering over.

Have fun with it! Try different stuff. Try stupid stuff. Try experimental stuff. Do stuff you've never done before that you aren't sure will work. It's important to get comfortable with your niche (for example, I know I'm never going to be the sort of person who writes intricate plots of intrigue or super long 100k epics or detailed battles), but you can't find that niche unless you explore lots of different niches! Figure out what you love and what you absolutely hate, and then keep doing the stuff you love.

Okay, so that was actually TEN things, but ... I hope you still found this helpful. Feel free to send another ask if any of this was confusing or unclear. Good luck with your fic writing and, if you want, send me a link to what you've written once you've written it! I'd love to read it.

#answered #anonymous #writing advice #i guess?#am i qualified to give this?#no #but im doing it anyway

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kpopxx · 3 years

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Spy Games [Chapter 1] : More Than It Seems

Characters: Twice Momo, Male Reader

4579 words

Authors Note: This is literally the first fiction writing I have done since I was a little kid writing stories about a town full of hamburgers. I was inspired to try my hand at writing by the plethora of amazing kpop smut writers out there right now, but by @lockefanfic, @nsfwtwicecatcher, @nsfwflint, and @ggidolsmuts in particular. If there are any similarities between my writing and theirs, please forgive me as I’ve spent more hours than I’d care to admit “researching” their work.

One thing that amazes me is how the hell everyone cranks out thousands of words with such frequency, as this post isn’t even 5k and it took forever to write. I can’t begin to explain how much respect I have for all the authors out there who can write so much and maintain such high levels of quality.

As a new writer, I welcome any and all feedback! Feel free to drop me a line if you have any critiques, or if you just want to chat!

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“Coming up on the target now.”

“Roger that, remember the office is on the top floor. Let us know when you’re inside. And remember, no elevators...” teases your handler, Choa.

“Thanks for the reminder,” you reply sarcastically.

You survey the skyscraper against the night sky--it would be impressive if it weren’t one of a hundred just like it downtown Seoul--and wonder what you had done to deserve getting the short end of the stick. Of course, you knew there was a reason to avoid the elevators: they sat directly in front of the building’s concierge and the cameras in the lobby, while the stairwell lay in a remote part of the first floor. The logic behind your impending hike didn’t make the reality any less abhorrent.

“Meanwhile, Seolhyun gets to infiltrate an organization in the Caymans. Just my fucking luck.” you grumble to yourself.

“Oh, stop whining, you big baby,” says Choa, reminding you to keep your thoughts to yourself.

You sneak past the lobby and towards the back of the floor you find the entrance to the stairwell in a poorly lit area.

“Beginning my climb.” you report, shaking out your legs as you prepare to go up.

“Sir, I-I’m getting some interference over comms,” chimes in the timid voice of the girl you knew to be your newest team member, Yoo Jeongyeon. “It could just be local chatter, but I want to make sure it’s not someone trying to listen in.”

“Probably nothing to worry about, but we’ll let you know if there’s anything you need to worry about.” Choa assures you.

As you climb up the stairs, you wonder why anyone would want to listen in on this particular mission. This was a run-of-the-mill operation to investigate money laundering at an accounting firm. You’d infiltrated foreign governments, broken into and bugged the offices of billionaire CEOs, and tailed enemy agents. You could understand people wanting to hear those comms, but this? Either someone wanted something to listen to as a sleep aid, or this mission was more interesting than it looked.

A tip had come in through one of the new girls at the Intel Desk reporting that there was some fishy activity related to organized crime going on at the accounting firm. This was routine and you’d gone on dozens of similar recon missions before: break in, find suspicious intel, get out. But if someone wanted so badly to hear what was going on, the new girl may have stumbled onto something worthy of a promotion. Hayoung, you think her name was. Her chestnut, shoulder-length hair along with her well-endowed physique reminded you of a young mother, but her mature beauty belied her young age. You had caught yourself more than a few times fantasizing about her in your off hours…

You stop mid-way in the stairwell, scolding yourself for losing focus. Too often over the course of the last year you found yourself fantasizing about the women in your life. Sure, before the incident with Eunha you had sexual thoughts about your coworkers--you were surrounded by beautiful women, after all. But recently you noticed that your life was increasingly preoccupied with sex: both in your thoughts and the real-life exploits you carried out.

Much longer than a few minutes later, you reach the 63rd floor out of breath and sweating, wishing more than ever that it was you and not Seolhyun lounging on the beach. You take a moment to compose yourself before peeking out into the office floor to see if the coast is clear.

“We may have a problem, boss. Jeongyeon looked into the comms disturbance and someone much more sophisticated than the average joe is definitely trying to tap in,” Choa says. “Jeongyeon’s kicking their ass right now blocking their access, but there’s only so much she can do alone. Eventually we’re going to lose control of this channel.”

“Dammit. I knew something was off with this op,” you grumble. “If they want to listen in to whatever I find, it must be important. We’ll go dark. Recon says this should be a quick in and out anyways. I’ll tag you once I’m out.”

“Be careful. Signal us if anything goes wrong. Just don’t do anything stupid.” replies Choa.

“What do you think they pay me all this money for?” you tease, wanting to put her nerves at ease. “See you on the other side. Over and out.”

You could hear the concern in her voice. Even though keeping you safe was part of her job, you knew she cared about you. You also knew as well as she did that anything could go wrong even in the five minutes it would take you to break in, especially when it appeared that someone knew exactly what you were doing.

You switch off your comms link and head out the door and into the office.

It looked exactly as you expected--rows and rows of non-descript cubicles, with a princely office lined with glass walls occupying the far corner. Jeongyeon had retrieved the floor plan by hacking into the building’s security database earlier in the week, and you knew after her effort tonight in detecting and fending off the comms interference that Choa would want you to acknowledge the work the new girl had been putting in. She certainly was more skilled than the five previous team members you’d fired after Eunha, but you found it difficult to bring yourself to praise her. The Ops Officer position she occupied was a sore point for you, after all.

You deftly pick the lock on the corner office door and immediately sit down in front of the terminal on the desk, logging in with the security bypass Jeongyeon drew up.

Again your thoughts drift to Eunha. Eunha was your longtime Ops Officer--highly skilled, you trusted her more than anyone. It also helped that she was your fiance. It made you sad to think about her; about what could have been, what should have been. Over the past year, you were constantly reminded of her absence by the utter incompetence of her replacements. You suppose it was nice that at the very least, Jeongyeon didn’t give you many opportunities to bemoan her performance in the same way--to remind you of Eunha.

You shake your head, compelling yourself to rise out of your funk and get on with the mission.

As you scroll through files, you stop on one with a familiar signature. Reading its contents, your eyes open wider--suddenly you understand why someone would be interested to listen in to your communications. You quickly save the file to your flash drive and stand up to leave, only to be startled by a figure in the doorway.

“Care to tell me what’s on that?” comes a familiar voice from the darkness that you knew to be Hirai Momo’s. Momo was an agent for a foreign espionage agency--you had as friendly a rivalry as you could have when working for different governments.

“What was the point of trying to hack our comms if you were just going to show up and ask me that?”

“I had no intention of coming until you decided to ghost your girlfriends,” teases Momo. “Besides, I like showing you how much better I am at sneaking around.”

Momo flicks on the light and she comes into focus. The Japanese government made a good decision when they hired her, you think. She was built for the job of a seductive spy. Her perfectly toned legs had a lovely sheen all the way up to her short skirt, while her cleavage suggested that her tits were ready to burst out of her tight, patterned blouse. Where most of your attention was drawn, however, was her lustrous blue hair, which fell to her shoulders.

“I may actually need your help with this, once you see what’s on it,” you say, nodding your head at the flash drive.

“Oh, so you’re willing to give it to me? I thought I was going to have to fuck you for it,” she says sarcastically. You knew behind the humor was more than a nugget of truth, though. Sex had been the primary vehicle for information trading with Momo over the years. You decide to test your reading of the situation.

“Just because I need your help doesn’t mean I’m giving it for free…”

Momo brings her thumb to her mouth and bites gently as she ponders your not-so-subtle proposition. She takes her turn to look you up and down, making you feel more than a little self conscious in her gaze of judgment. After so many years in the dangerous world of espionage, there were only a handful women who could make you feel so small. Then again, Momo was no regular girl.

Once she’s satisfied she has properly appraised your worth, Momo lets go of her thumb and straightens her blouse.

“Fine,” she says matter-of-factly, “let’s get to it,” unbuttoning her blouse as she walks towards you.

You are surprised by the lack of fight she put up, but you thought it best to keep that to yourself. Her tone reminds you of a business meeting--that is, if you hadn’t seen her pull her top off as she approached you. She sits in your lap on the chair, wrapping her arms around your neck as you meet her lips for a kiss. Momo’s mouth was familiar to you, introduced to you many times throughout your career. It seemed like every time you ran across her you had sex. One thing you adored about your relationship with her was that it was absolutely without strings attached. You fucked for work, but just because it was part of the job didn’t mean you both didn’t enjoy it.

Momo, however, was loath to admit the pleasure she got out of her liaisons with you. Call it pride, call it being professional, whatever--Momo refused to act like sex with you was anything other than work, no different than working in a spreadsheet.

You feel her reach down to your pants, quickly unbuttoning them as she sinks to her knees in front of you. You smirk--her eagerness to please you betrayed her air of ambivalence.

Momo wastes no time getting down to business. You are certain the Japanese trained her very well in tender foreplay, but it seems she doesn’t care much for subtlety at the moment. Instead, she utilizes a more direct method to extract your pleasure--one that must have required its own fair share of training--as she spits on your cock before immediately forcing it as deeply in her mouth as she can take it. One, two, three bobs is all it takes for her to reach the base of your cock, her nose buried in your pelvis.

“Fuuuck me, that’s good,” you groan as you hold her head in place for several seconds, and Momo replies in turn with a cough that spits a healthy serving of saliva on to your cock. You release your grip on the back of her head to give her a chance to breathe, but she surprises you when she simply continues to work her mouth on your increasingly saliva-drenched cock, swirling her tongue around your base. Most of the other women you had slept with in recent months would be gasping for air by now, but Momo’s demeanor was cool, calm, and collected. Almost as if she was reading your mind, Momo paused her slurping and pulled her mouth off your shaft--but not forgetting to continue stroking it with achingly deft corkscrew motions.

“What’s the matter? Girls in your department not able to take care of your cock like a real woman?” Momo clicks her tongue and grins. “I’ve told you for years, you’d never be treated so poorly if you came to work for a professional outfit like ours.”

“Shut up and suck my cock.”

Momo shrugs, and gets back to the task at hand. Slobbering even more as she takes you into your mouth again, you pause to thank your lucky stars that you had a job that paid you in part to fuck women like Momo. You gaze upon her face, which has become just as messy as your cock. Momo’s sloppy blowjob has not only left liberal amounts of spit on your cock, but on her face as well--with strands of her blue hair plastered to her cheeks. Even though you thought it impossible, you feel your cock get harder at the sight of Momo’s messy face.

For several minutes, Momo continues inhaling your cock as you find yourself nearing the point of no return, you yank Momo’s head off your throbbing cock in order to prolong your session. A bit too forcefully, it seems, as Momo falls over onto her side.

“What the fuck!” yelps Momo as she picks herself back up, glaring at you. “I suck your cock and you thank me by throwing me on the ground?

“I didn’t mean to, I’m just not ready to cum yet. We both know you would’ve ignored me if I had asked you to stop.”

“I guess you’re right about that,” Momo replies sheepishly. You knew from previous run-ins with her that she loved nothing more than swallowing cum. Even though you had just denied her that favor, you were already thinking about how to make it up to her in a few minutes.

“How about I repay your kindness? Get up on the table and let me eat you.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries. I’ll get up on the table, but you’re going to fuck me.”

“Someone’s eager to see what’s in this thumb drive,” you tease, inadvertently reminding yourself that this was a transactional liaison. You suspected that Momo’s interest in you extended beyond her desire for the information at hand, and part of you yearned to take her outside of the confines of work. You’re skeptical such a day would ever come, however, given how ambitious Momo was.

You knew her story--she applied for a job in the Japanese spy agency several years ago, making it all the way through the process before being cut at the very end. She ended up receiving an offer shortly after one of the other finalists died in a ‘training accident’, but Momo lived with a chip on her shoulder ever since. She lived and worked with a pathological drive to prove the agency wrong in their original decision to cut her. Already the youngest lead operative in her country’s history, she had an eye on the directorship and seemed destined for it. So, you supposed, it was nice to be able to fuck her before she became famous.

Momo hops on up on the desk, hiking up her skirt to reveal a delicious-looking blue thong that matches her hair. She looks behind towards you with lust heavy in her eyes as she pulls her thong to the side, revealing her glistening pussy--already dripping, you noted.

“I don’t have all night.”

More than happy to oblige, you line your painfully throbbing cock up with her pussy and you can feel the warmth radiating from it. You take a second to appreciate Momo’s incredible physique as your hands graze downward from her upper back, to her hips, and finally to her ass. As you rub it, you cannot help but appreciate how sublimely taut it is.

“Jeeze, you act like this is the first time you’ve seen a woman naked,” Momo jabs, interrupting your reverie.

You are starting to get annoyed with Momo’s demeanor. It was nothing new, really--she always carried an air of superiority--but it nonetheless grates on your nerves to see her be so dismissive. You are mature enough to understand that at least a part of this aggravation had to do with the fact that you knew Momo slept with plenty of men for work. Not so mature, however, to be able to stifle the primal urge deep inside of you that wanted Momo to see you as the best of all her lovers. More than ever, it seemed that sexual vanity mattered a great deal to your self-confidence.

With a renewed sense of purpose and your cock in hand, you enter Momo slowly with a long stroke until you fill her to the hilt. In unison with your initial insertion, Momo lets out a whine that crescendos as you bottom out.

As you begin to thrust in and out Momo settles in and widens her stance ever so little, which has the added benefit of allowing you to go even deeper into her warm, wet pussy. Momo was not a girl of surprises. Her face was gorgeous, capable of angelic beauty and fiery lust. Her body reflected the many hours she spent in the gym with ample breasts, insanely tight abs, and a toned ass to match. Her pussy feels exactly as sublime as her beautiful face and incredible body suggested. The perfect combination for a woman who used her body to seduce and take advantage of brainless men. You decide to push out your mind the realization that at this very moment, you are in fact one of those men.

You wanted to make sure Momo felt each and every drive into her hot flesh. Momo continued to moan quietly, each breath punctuated with a new thrust and the sound of your skin meeting hers.

“Looks like someone’s gotten real quiet all of a sudden,” you say, noticing her haughty attitude had subsided as pleasure took you both over.

“Oh, get over yourself,” Momo says, looking back at you with rekindled determination in her eyes, “you’re no better than half the guys I’ve been with. I’m here for the file, not for whatever you call this.” She cooly turns her head to face front again, leaving you seething.

Your twinge of annoyance was now a bubbling boil.

You slow down before withdrawing your cock from her warmth--Momo lets out the faintest whine of disappointment, betraying her dissatisfied front.

Just as Momo turns her head again to complain, you quickly slam your cock deep inside her. Momo yelps, and you notice her eyes bulge as you move your hips in a circular motion with your cock filled to the hilt, scraping deep inside her pussy. After several seconds of this you grab a makeshift ponytail out of her hair and yank backwards, causing her to gasp and arch her back instinctively. As much as she bothered you with her air of indifference, you had to admit that the image in front of you was the stuff of dreams.

Taking advantage of the highly erotic sight before you and the increased leverage offered by your grasp of her hair, you began to truly fuck her with quick and powerful strokes.

“Take it, Momo,” you grunted, beads of sweat beginning to form on your forehead.

Momo said nothing, emitting only breathless gasps from her open mouth. You noticed that their intensity was gradually increasing, so you increased the speed of your shaft penetrating her young, sinful body. You knew she was enjoying this, but you wouldn’t be satisfied until you broke her facade. You wanted her to lose herself to you.

You speed up even more, and the volume of your skin slapping together increases as her pussy drips wetter and wetter, mixing with your leaking precum. You are slamming your cock into her now, and Momo has to grab on to the table to steady herself. Slowly but surely her pretense was crumbling.

“You want it, don’t you Momo? You want more?”

“Fuck yeah,” Momo gasps hoarsely, struggling to speak with her hair being pulled, “Give it to me...o-oh...fuck, give it to me!��

Satisfied that she had succumbed to her pleasure, you relax your grip on her hair slightly and lean over to growl in her ear.

“I’ll give it to you. I’m gonna make sure you remember this, make sure every time you’re with another man you wish it was me.”

Momo acknowledges your promise with a deep groan, giving you great pleasure as you resumed fucking her gorgeous body.

Your eyes drift downward to her glorious ass, now shining with sweat and jiggling violently with each crash of your cock inside her. Inspired by the sight, you release her hair and put one hand on her hip and begin striking her ass with your other. Momo shrieks in surprise, but quickly looks back at you with lidded eyes while biting her lip to tell you she wanted more.

Again you oblige, and it was quickly becoming clear that lust and pleasure were staging a coup of Momo’s senses. She’s making lots of noise, but nothing intelligible. Nothing but guttural moans interspersed with high-pitched squeals. You continue spanking her ass, alternating cheeks--noticing a deep pink beginning to form on both. She’d most likely be dealing with soreness for several days after this, you think.

“You wanna cum, Momo? Cum for me, I know you want to.”

“Mmmmm...Ah, ah, AH! Unggghh,” comes Momo’s response.

“Come on Momo, fucking cum baby...cum all over this cock,” you shout, sincerely hoping there was no one working in an adjacent floor to hear.

“FUUUUCK!” Momo screams eloquently, suddenly dropping her head as her body begins convulsing. You knew what to expect having slept with her before, but you are nonetheless surprised to see how completely overtaken her body was by pleasure. Her upper body jerks spastically as her legs tremble with your cock plunged deep inside her pussy, all the while letting out a high-pitched whine that turns into a soft whimper. Just a few minutes before she was defiant and happy to throw insults at you...now she was a mewling, writhing mess incapable of speaking. The dark, primal part of you is satisfied by her tacit recognition of your talent.

After a short while, Momo begins to compose herself and lifts her upper body from the table. You take it as a sign to slowly resume taking your cock in and out of her. You decide to give her now glowing pink ass a rest and caress her back, tracing long lines with your nails.

“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Momo says, her eyes still closed, “you fuck me so good.”

You slowly begin ramping up the pace, rolling your hips with each stroke. You want to make sure your cock pleases every inch of Momo’s pussy, and make sure it craves you when she’s alone at night.

After several minutes of this tender, softer version of lovemaking, Momo comes back to her senses. She arches her back again and turns her head to gaze in your eyes as you continue to take her. She begins to move her ass back and forth on your cock in unison with your own strokes.

“Oh my god, you feel so good in my fucking pussy! Every...fucking...stroke!” Momo gasps, the final words punctuated by the force of her majestic ass crashing against your cock.

“You’re a bad girl, Momo,” you tease, “you like being taken and shown who’s boss, don’t you? You like me grabbing your hair and slapping your ass?”

“Yes!” she gasps, “Yes I love it! Mmmmm...I want you to fuck me until you cum. Fuck me until you cum!”

There was no command in the world easier to follow.

Satisfied that you had fulfilled your vain, immature desire to see her acknowledge your skill as a lover, you now focus yourself on extracting pleasure from the young woman beneath you. You settle into a pace with rough strokes, fiercely pounding her over and over. Your pleasure rises with each thrust, aided not only by the mindblowing caress of her pussy, but by the incredible sight of Momo on all fours before you moaning with each strike of your cock inside her.

“Fuck Momo...I don’t think I have much longer, I’m gonna fucking cum so hard!”

“Yes,” comes the response from Momo, “Yes, yes! Fucking cum baby, I want your cum so bad!”

A few more thrusts and you can feel the point of no return coming. For a brief moment you contemplate cumming inside Momo, to truly claim her. You quickly reconsider, wanting to give her what she truly wanted--to swallow your load.

And so, you quickly withdraw your cock from Momo’s now sopping wet pussy and she instinctively turns around and drops to her knees on the floor. Stroking your cock with great fervor, her mouth wide open begging for what was to come.

“Please give me your cum, please, please! I want it...I need it! Cum for me!”

Your head tilts backward as a long groan escapes your lips. Your cum explodes from your shaft, shooting long, thick ropes of semen into her mouth and onto her cheeks and nose. Over and over, your cum splashes on her beautiful face until you finally reach the end of your orgasm, panting and exhausted. Momo’s face is a pornographic picture of lust, her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she swallows the mass of cum you deposited in her mouth.

“I fucking love your cum,” Momo says as she wipes the remaining cum off her face with her finger and promptly brings it to her tongue before swallowing it down as well.

“I’m glad we were both able to get what we wanted,” you say, struggling to catch your breath.

“Speaking of getting what I wanted…” Momo says, nodding her head to the part of the floor where the USB drive now sits, evidently thrown from the table during the session that had just taken place.

“Right,” you say, suddenly remembering you’re here for work, “make a copy and let’s get out of here.”

“Great,” says Momo, still on the floor with a satisfied smile of content on her face, “Hey, I meant what I said about having you join our team. As much shit as I give you, we could really use someone with your talent.”

“Thanks, but I think I’m better off staying put. Don’t think the Korean government would let me live if I tried defecting.”

“Probably true,” says Momo as she begins picking up her clothes, “Never hurts to ask, though.”

***

A few minutes later, you and Momo had both gotten dressed and copied the file onto a drive for her. Momo disappeared into an adjoining hallway and you set off to traverse the stairwell again. As you prepare yourself for the descent, you also steel yourself for the repercussions of giving the intel to a foreign spy agency. With the information you saw in the file, you knew the Japanese would have to be looped in sooner or later. If it was going to happen eventually, you thought it made the most sense to entrust that intel to the agent on the other side you knew would make sure things got done correctly. As logical as it seemed to you, however, you knew it wouldn’t be taken well back at the office.

You click on your comms link, now knowing there’s nothing to fear.

“Hey Choa, I’m on my way back to the rendezvous.”

“Oh thank god! That took forever, I was about to call for a tac team!” Choa sighs with audible relief, “I take it you got everything you needed?”

“Got more than I needed, actually,” you say, nervous about Choa’s reaction to what you say next, “Listen, there’s one small thing you should know...”

“You did WHAT?!”

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MHA boys on take your kid to work day

Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy.

“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.

“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.

“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.

“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.

“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.

“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.

“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.

“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.

“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.

“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.

“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.

“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.

“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.

“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.

“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.

“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’

“I have not.” He said looking away from you.

“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.

“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.

“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.

“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.

“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.

“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.

“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.

“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.

“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.

“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.

“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.

“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.

“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.

“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.

“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.

“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.

“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.

“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.

“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.

“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.

“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.

“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.

“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.

“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.

“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.

“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.

“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.

“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.

“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.

“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.

“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.

“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.

“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.

“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.

“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.

“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.

“Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.

“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.

“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.

“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.

“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.

“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions.

“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’

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