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runnning-outof-time · 4 months

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Id like to request a blurb! Also congrats on 3.5k followers!

John + "I didn't get your name."(fluff)

Thanks for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to write your request! I hope you like what I did with it. I decided to share one last story in 2023 - here’s hoping that 2024 is filled with many, many more. Enjoy! :)

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A Happy New Year

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 914

Summary: (Y/N) meets a charming man by chance while at a New Years Eve celebration.

The excitement of the people in the city square rose with each passing minute. The people of Birmingham were all ready to ring in the new year. But no one was as ready for 1920 to come as (Y/N) (Y/L/N) was.

She’d had a tough year, one that she was ready to forget. Her friends had decided to take her out to the city square in hopes that they’d be able to ring in the new year on a high note. (Y/N) eagerly agreed. She was so ready for some happy.

But what she didn’t expect was to lose her friends halfway through her time spent in the public space. They said they’d be going to one of the vendors for something to eat; that they’d be back right away. Some twenty minutes had passed by now though, and (Y/N) was getting tired of waiting. So she decided she’d go out to look for them.

But all of her searching had turned up empty. They were nowhere to be found. She couldn’t help but let out a sigh as she came back to the same place she started at.

“You lost, love?” a man’s voice came from her left. She turned to find him leaning up against the wall. He was wearing a long, dark coat and had a peaked cap on his head. It was pulled down so that his eyes were covered, but she could see a toothpick perched between his lips. Even though it should have, she didn’t find his presence to be ominous in any way.

“No. Just looking for someone,” she answered, sending a closed mouth smile in his direction.

“Someone I can help find?” he asked another question.

“It’s a lost cause,” she brushed his offer off, “thanks though.”

Nothing more was said as (Y/N) turned to look out at the crowds of people that were gathered in the square. She could have left, but something was keeping her in that spot.

“Are you here with anyone?” she asked before she even had the chance to think of what she was saying.

“I, uhh…” the man started to say, but (Y/N) jumped in before he could finish his thought.

“I’m sorry, it’s none of my business…I shouldn’t have came out and asked that,” she scrambled to apologize for her abrupt question.

“It’s not a problem,” it was his turn to brush her off. (Y/N) finally built up the courage to look his way again, and she couldn’t stop her cheeks from heating up when she noticed that he was smiling. Butterflies were set off in her stomach when she noticed that his eyes were now visible too, and they were practically twinkling. “I am here alone,” he then answered her original question.

(Y/N) nodded in response to his statement, mentally kicking herself when she realized that she had no clue of what to say next or where she was even going with her question.

“Is there a reason why you aren’t looking for the person you’ve lost?” the man asked, his brows furrowed.

“Oh I’ve spent my time looking for them,” she answered, “it’s just not how I wanted to ring in the new year. Besides…maybe I want to spend my time with you now,” she couldn’t help but smile as she finished speaking.

“Oh really?” the man question, unfurrowing his eyebrows so that he could raise them as the corners of his lips tugged upwards in a grin.

“Yeah, why not?” she tried to be nonchalant as she shrugged, “two people, alone in the square celebrating the new year. It’d be better to be in the company of someone, right?”

“Who’s to say I was here to celebrate?” he challenged her.

“You…you’re not?” she quickly became confused, stumbling over her words.

“I wasn’t before, but I am now,” he answered, his grin reappearing as she let her nervousness come out in a chuckle, “I’d enjoy celebrating it with you,” he added, sending a wink her way.

“Well I’m honored,” she smiled at him, his gaze on her making all of her confidence return. “I just realized…I didn’t get your name,” she pointed out.

“I didn’t get yours either,” he countered.

“Well I asked you for yours first.”

The man chuckled at her insistence before sharing his name with her: “it’s John.”

“It’s nice to meet you, John. My name’s (Y/N),” she shared her name with him, sending a smile his way.

“I believe the pleasure’s mine,” he grinned, once again setting the butterflies off in (Y/N)’s stomach. She giggled at his statement and then dropped her eyes to the pavement as she mentally kicked herself once more for acting like a school girl in with a crush front of a man she’d just met. Maybe there was some truth in the act though - she couldn’t deny that a crush was starting to develop for this man.

“Well, John…” she started, lifting her eyes to his once more, “I believe that we’ve got a happy new year in store for us now.”

“A happy new year, indeed,” he agreed with her before adding, “now let’s go enjoy ourselves.” (Y/N) quickly nodded along with his suggestion before he placed his hand against the small of her back and led her towards the square.

And enjoy themselves they did…so much so that their happy new year started off with a midnight kiss.

I…I’m not quite sure I like the direction I took this one in. It was one of those where I had an idea but not so much a path for executing it. I hope you liked it anyway! Thanks for reading!

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wildbornsiren · 2 years

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Monday to Friday | Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw/F!Reader.

Monday to Friday Summary: It’s just a crush-- on one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever met in your life. There’s no way he would ever return your feelings right? 2119 words female/AFAB reader. (civilian contract working on base) , Warning: None. Some alcohol consumption. (unbeta’d. We’re going in raw here) Notes: Happy birthday @writercole . I hope you have a wonderful day. As always, likes are welcomed, comments and shares fuel my muses. Thank you so very much for reading, I appreciate it, and it means the most.

Monday. The first note caught you off guard. A brilliant yellow post-it note stuck to your closed laptop, the writing neat, block letters. ‘Have a good day.’ A cursory glance around proved that you were in fact alone. Chalking it up to the night clerk, you smile, peeling it off and placing it in the top drawer of your desk. The two of you had struck up an easy friendship and occasionally you’d bring her coffee so she could make her drive home, or she’d stay for a few minutes catching you up on gossip and the late-night goings on of the aviators. You boot up the system, and get settled behind your desk, clicking through memos and answering emails. The building doors open, and you look up, the work smile turning to a genuine smile when three people enter. “Morning.” You get a sleepy yawn from Lieutenant Garcia, a nod from Machado and an actual response from Lieutenant Fitch. A few others pass through scanning id cards and offering greetings. It wasn’t exactly a challenging job, but it paid well and between emails and making sure identification and person lined up, you could read or otherwise entertain yourself. “Morning,” a low voice caught your attention. You look up from your book to see one Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw. “Hi,” You drop your gaze down to your book, closing it, using a receipt to keep your spot. He grins, and butterflies explode in your stomach. “Good book?” “It’s a little slow, but the world building is incredible, He’s created this entire element based magic system that ties in with socio-economic divides which leads to the main conflict between the main characters, and he’s just introduced a character without any sort of magical capabilities at all, which makes her an outcast….” You blink looking up at him. “I’m sorry.” He's leaning against the high counter, watching you. “Don’t stop.” He’s got a soft smile on his face, his eyes closed listening. “I’m rambling.” You feel a blush rise on your cheeks. “Plus, you’re going to be late.” He shakes his head, “I’ve got time.” “I could loan it to you, I mean if you want to read it.” “I might take you up on that—” “Bradshaw! You’re late.” Lieutenant Trace called from down the hall. “Come on, you need to get in here before Mav does.” His grin is sheepish, and he taps the countertop. “Duty calls.” Tuesday “Sorry, sorry I know I’m late. There was a hold up at the gate.” You nearly slip in your haste to get through the front doors, shoes squeaking against the linoleum. Sasha is in your seat behind the desk, looking exhausted, barely holding back yawns. “I did, however, bring a peace offering.” You place the large to-go cup of tea on the desk. “I overslept and then the mess at the gate…” “It’s fine.” She takes the cup with a soft laugh. “It’s one of the many perks of being chained to the military.” “Want me to call you a ride, or are you okay to drive?” “Will is coming to get me.” She relinquishes the computer chair to you, sitting in the folding chair. “Oh, I don’t know who left this, it was on the desk when I came back from the bathroom.” She passes over a bookmark with a yellow post-it wrapped around it. You unwrap the post-it and the same block lettering as the day before. ‘Why was the farmer given an award? He was OUTSTANDING in his field.’ You groan and chuckle passing the note off to Sasha. “That was horrible, but in the best way. Good job.” You replace the receipt with the bookmark. “Thanks, by the way.” She looks confused, shaking her head at the terrible pun. “I didn’t get this for you, I told you it was left.” “You didn’t leave the note yesterday?” “Nope,” a little grin appears on her face. “Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer.” “Don’t be silly.” You put the new note with the first one. “I bet it’s Lieutenant Floyd, he’s so quiet and shy.” Sasha taps her chin pretending to think. “It could be Lieutenant Bradshaw.” She says coyly. “He likes to talk to you.” “He’s being polite. He’s a nice guy.” “Mmhm. A nice guy. Is that why you blush and watch after him as that ass walks down the hallway?” “Sasha!” You look around making sure no one heard her. “I’m teasing you.” She pats your shoulder. “I know you’ve got your little crush.” “Crushes are for children.” “Infatuation? Source of all your daytime and nighttime fantasies?” “Oh look, Will’s here.” You point to the door as a tall redhead makes his way through the doors. She laughs softly, patting you on the shoulder. “I’ll stop. But you should at least ask that fine piece of Navy beef to get coffee.” You watch as the two of them go off hand in hand, Sasha laughing at something her boyfriend said. The rest of your day passed without any sort of issue, the constant flow of people keeping you busy. “Excuse me?” You look up from the long-winded email to see a man holding a takeout bag. “I have a delivery for a Bradshaw?” “Go ahead and leave it here, I’ll make sure he gets it.” You say. The delivery man takes a photo of the bag and turns to go. You pick up the food, heading down the hall, barely avoiding colliding with Lieutenant Bradshaw. “Your lunch is here.” He takes the bag, opening it and rummaging inside. He frowns and catches your elbow as you turn to leave. “Hey, they doubled it, you want this?” He’s offering a wrapped sandwich. “Are you sure? I can order something.” In your haste to get out the door you had forgotten to pack a lunch. You stomach growls betraying your words. “Go on,” He takes your hand, turning it over and placing the sandwich in it. “My treat.” You skin burns when he touches it, your breath catching in your chest just from the briefest of eye contact. He winks at you, and you’re nearly convinced that you’re going to melt into the floor, or your panties were going to evaporate. Wednesday The Hard Deck is packed, despite it being the middle of the week. Classic rock plays over the speakers, chatter and laughter mixed in. You wedge yourself between two sailors, managing to get your order to the bartender. Penny was at the other end of the bar pulling beers, the mugs disappearing as soon as she set them down. “I’m going to start a tab.” You hand over your card, taking the three bottles of Miller that are passed to you. He nods, turning to take the orders of other patrons. You make your way back to the corner table you and a couple friends managed to secure. Conversation and jokes fly, the three of you catching up for the first time in months. Work was busy for the other two and eventually the conversation turned to you. “Have you talked to him yet?” Marcy asked, taking a sip of her beer. “Who?” “That gorgeous man with the ugly moustache.” She pointed toward Bradley who was by the pool table with the other aviators. “I see him at work.” You shake your head. “And he’s definitely not interested.” “Not interested, but he’s looking over here.” “The bar is packed Marcy; he could be looking at anyone.” The jukebox cuts off, the groan of the patrons almost instant. You lose sight of Bradley for a moment, but the sound of piano keys jingling draws your attention that way. He’s on the bench, rolling his shoulders, fingers plucking out a few notes to get attention. He starts to play, the bar singing along with him. The way he commands the bar is breathtaking, magnetic, bringing everyone together. He’s lost to the music, howling the words to the song. Sweat beads his brow, and the neon lights of the bar make him glow. He’s breathtaking and you can’t help but watch him, enamored with his presence. “You should wipe your mouth.” Marcy hands you a napkin. “You’ve got a bit of drool…” “Shut up.” You mutter, snatching away the offering. “Go sing with him.” “You know damn well I can’t carry a tune, even if you hand it to me in a bucket.”

“So, send him a beer.” Now, that was an idea you could get behind. You get up, headed for the bar. The bartender who served you previously grins making his way over. “Can you send a beer to Rooster?” His call sign felt wrong, almost intimate coming from your mouth. “Put it on my tab, and I’m going to close out.” “You want me to let him know who it’s from honey?” “No, no just someone who appreciates the music.” Thursday. “Mornin’ sweetheart.” A travel cup appears in your line of sight. “Rough night?” The familiar voice slides down your back like velvet. You look up to see Lieutenant Bradshaw holding a cup of his own. “Didn’t know how you like it, so I just got you a mocha.” “We started with beer and switched to vodka later in the evening.” You murmur. The headache behind your eyes had started to subside. The coffee smelled good. “I thought I saw you last night.” He’s leaning against the counter, watching you with a small smile. “You should have come say hi.” “You were hustling Lieutenant Seresin at the pool table. I didn’t want to interrupt you.” He chuckles. “I probably would have done better. Pretty women always bring luck.” You nearly choke on your sip of coffee. It’s sweet, warm and what you wanted. You didn’t realize how much you wanted those words to come out of his mouth. “You think I’m pretty?” “I don’t think it, I know it.” He taps the countertop. “You have a good morning alright?” You watch as he walks away, wrapping your hands tight around the cup. He pauses before he enters the briefing room, he pauses, says your name. “Thanks for the beer.” Friday. You shut down your computer, logging out for the evening. Eyeing the clock, you see that you still have a little while before Sasha comes in to relieve you. Reaching for a pile of print outs you start going over the names and completing the last of your paperwork before you can enjoy your evening. “You look nice.” Sasha says, coming around the desk to join you. “Hot date?” You roll your eyes, “Only with Netflix and a pizza. Maybe a glass of wine.” “Does he know the plans for the evening?” You follow her gaze to see Bradley sitting on one of the benches near the door, just out of earshot. “He left a while ago, what’s he doing back?” “I think he has plans to invite you to dinner or drinks. Based on what he was saying when he was on the phone.” “You think so?” You tug at the hem of your shirt. “Do I really look okay?” “You look amazing. Anyway, you could be wearing a trash bag and he’d be looking at you with those big brown eyes as if you handed him the stars.” She hands over your purse. “Go, have fun.” The hallway seems impossibly long when you leave your workspace. He looks up when you stop in front of him. “I ah, wanted to give you this before, but I thought I missed you.” You pull the book from your bag, offering it to him. “I’m keeping the bookmark, but I left you something to keep your spot.” The receipt poked out between the pages; your number written on the top of it. He takes the book, “You wanna grab a drink?” He clears his throat, “tonight, with me. We can talk about the book.” “You’ve read just by holding it?” Bradley drops his gaze, a blush rising on his neck. It’s cute, especially when it travels to his ears. “I’ve read it already. It’s one of my favorites.” “The notes?” “I like your smile.” He chuckles, “the beer?” “I like your singing.” “You’d also like him out of that ugly ass Hawaiian shirt. Quit flirting in front of my salad and go!” Sasha’s voice carries down the hallway. Bradley gets to his feet and offers you, his hand. “Let’s go before she accuses us of watching her salad dressing.” “That was horrible.” You mutter groaning. “Absolutely terrible.” “I am terrible, but I’m also very good. I’d like to show you how good.” He’s leaning down, murmuring into your ear. “But first, let me buy you dinner.” ---------------------- tagging in: @princessmisery666 @princessphilly @evansrogerskitten @hoe-on-the-range @callsign-phoenix @callsign-fox @mayhem24-7forever @shadeds-library @butaneandthebeast @blue-aconite @therebeccaw @marvelandotherfandomimagines @jostystyles @cowboybarbie @mandylove1000 @topguncortez @hederasgarden

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writingquestionsanswered · 5 months

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Your blog is extremely helpful, and I thank you for it!

So, I'm writing a fic set in the late 1800s, early 1900's, and I'm struggling with research. I can't quite word what I'm looking for in a way that gives me the info I'm seeking.

For example:

The homestead act. I've read up on it, but it doesn't really answer anything that I'm looking for. Can two separate families buy separate lots and merge them to make a bigger homestead without backlash from the government? Was it allowed?

How easy was it to hide their identity in that time if they were on the run?

I'm sorry if this is a little confusing or too much.

Trouble Researching Historical Story

Here's the thing... if you've read up on the Homestead Act and haven't specifically found something that says two families can't merge their lots, you're probably safe to make the leap that they can. It's unlikely anyone is going to read your story and say, "Hey... wait a minute..." That's the kind of historical detail it's acceptable to take liberties with because it's so obscure, it doesn't even matter.

As far as how easy it was to hide their identity back then, again, that's a really obscure concept. You're not going to find an 1888 Pew Research Center poll about how easy it is to hide your identity when on the run, and you're not likely to find a contemporary book about it, either. Modern research on the topic is probably even less likely. The best you could do is look for/read about famous people who went on the run and hid their identities and see how long they were able to hold out, what they did, what kinds of challenges they faced, and what stumbling block finally got them caught. But that's the best you could do. Ultimately, this is another place where you can safely take liberties. As long as you don't have them doing things that are anachronistic for the time--for example, you wouldn't want to have them getting fake ID cards in a time when ID cards didn't exist yet--you should be fine. :)

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stargazingdruid · 1 year

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Tw: Threat of physical violence, lots of raw angry emotions, machine possessing a human

(This is for what I'm planning to write in the future. It's been in my head for days and while it's still the barest of bones, I wanted to get it out. So, setting the scene-

Luke Carder, luckiest bastard on earth, survived. Rescued by some recluse nonbinary redditor who was encouraged by their followers to go outside and get fresh air. ....Look how that turned out. Luke has a techy snarky ex best friend/ his former editor, they get back into contact. Melody Hobbes, Kaycee Hobbes' younger sister, seeks out Luke in place of her mother to find out what he knows about the game her sister threw her entire life (and lost it) into. Everybody is in their mid twenties and now deeply involved in a hidden conspiracy within the confines of Gamefuna and Inscryption. Inscryption has now been thrown onto the internet and has become big multi-player MMORPG- it's a huge hit, but there's something sinister underneath the surface that involves players either going missing or being found in their homes, dead or in a coma. .....Weirdly enough, that makes the game even more popular.

So, setting has been set. Snarky Ex Best friend (fuck it, his name is Matt. He feels like a Matt.) bites off more than he can chew and challenges P03- loses badly. However, P03 has bigger plans for him....isn't it a shame that the game involves wearing a VR headset that is directly connected to the computer?

"That's the Ticket.")

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"It doesn't make sense...." Melody mumbled to herself, tapping her fingers along the sticky keys of her sister's old laptop. "Kaycee kept a journal on here, I know she did, so unless she changed it around and password protected it before she passed....no, no....that doesn't make sense either, I saw the icon for it on the desktop, clear as day all those years ago! It was there....then where did it go!? Nobody's touched it except for me!" She growled, leaning back in her chair and roughly running her hands into her brown hair. Her olive green eyes tiredly looked towards the mirror hanging on her wall. A fingernail traced along one of the dark circles. "I need more sleep...."

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzt. Her Android began vibrating, startling the woman as she knocked her elbow hard against her desk, causing the phone to fall off onto the floor.

"Oh, for God's sake!" Melody whined in pain, leaning down to pick up her smartphone from the slightly dusty carpet. The sight of it made her grimace before she looked at the Caller ID on the screen. "Luke? ....He told us he would get some rest. Stupid man..."

Melody lifted her head back up to answer, absent-mindedly looking back into the mirror as she did...and nearly having a fucking stroke at the sight of Matt now standing in her doorway. "MATT!? HOLY SHIT, YOU SCARED ME! What the heck are you doing here, it's literally midnight! Seriously, you could have at least texted me or something. And you know what, another thing, where the hell have you been!? Do you know how worried we've been about you!?" She scolded on, not even picking up the fact that Matt's usual grin on his face was vacant and he was not answering a single inquiry. "Are you seriously not talking!? I know you're a smartass, but none of this is funny right now! Better yet, guess who YOU'LL have to answer to!" Melody smugly slid her finger against the phone screen, answering his now....third attempted call? Wow.

"MELODY!? OH, THANK FUCK THAT YOU ANSWERED!"

"Hey! Sorry, yeah, got the surprise of my life over here. And SPEAKING of surprises, Matt decided to just emerge from out of nowhere and into my apartment! And did you know this asshole isn't even saying anything!? Even AFTER showing up into my home unannounced!?"

"....Matt's there?"

"Isn't that not what I just said?! ....Actually...." Rationality started to click in Melody's brain as she looked at Matt's indifferent expression, now with confusion. "How did you even get in, Matt? The main floor is card protected and my door was locked."

"Mel. You need to listen to me- you need to get out of there. NOW." Luke's genuinely frightened and concerned voice shook Melody a bit, causing her to stagger when Matt began to take several steps toward her.

"Luke, what are you talking about? It's just Matt. He's acting weird and all, but that card battle with P03 may have just shook him up or something-"

"That ISN'T Matt, Melody!!"

Four words. This was the second time four words made Melody's blood chill. The first time, it was ten years ago with her inconsolable mother clutching to the then fourteen year old girl in both comfort and desperation.

"Kaycee...she's dead, Melody..."

The sounds of Luke screaming her name from the phone drowned out as the girl went limp, lost in thought as "Matt" strolled up to her, easily taking the phone from her hand and ending the call. He handed it back to her and spoke. His voice was familiar in two specific ways, but also wrong.

"Turn it off so he won't call you again."

Melody carefully did as she was told. "Matt" glanced at Kaycee's old laptop.

"That too. Don't just close it. Might be old tech, but she knew tricks. Not taking any chances when I go through it later."

Melody winced at the familiar way a certain robot talked, gingerly looking up. Matt's blue eyes were nearly glowing, almost an artificial neon hue. They were cold. They weren't Matt's eyes.

".....P03.....? How....you.....why aren't you-"

"In the game? Still am, just a projection of my conscious as a precaution. It's strange, really wasn't expecting this to work. But if others can do it by fully escaping, well....why can't I?"

"....Matt...is...he...is he-"

"Don't blubber. It's unsanitary to me. Your friend is fine. It's not like I killed him. He lost and I gained my prize. If I go offline in this body, he'll come to." That made her bristle.

"Matt isn't a prize for you to have control of!!!" Melody screamed at the one who wore her friend's face, "He fought as hard as he could to get us out of that factory and doesn't deserve any of this! You're fucking despicable!"

"Are you done, Melody? We don't have a lot of time, so I'll say this nicely- Turn off your sister's laptop and hand it over. Nice and clean." That indifferent look on his face, it pissed her off so badly. Not just because it did not fit Matt's carefree personality at all, but the fact that P03 could just use him like he was one of the numerous robotic parts from his conveyer belts. How could he. How could he be the same card that she would draw over and over...Back when she was younger, and Melody stole a glance, then a longer one, at the game her sister hyperfixated on for hours and hours....where she saw a card that made her smile.

"I liked you better when you were a Stoat."

Despite Melody's extroverted personality, she's never been the bravest regarding saying something that might get her thrown from the frying pan into the fire. There wasn't even a frying pan involved with that statement- Melody simply allowed herself to dive into the pot of boiling water.

The rolling chair she sat on went crashing into the wall as P03 grabbed Melody's shoulders and slammed her back hard into her desk. She struggled to keep her balance through bended knees, feeling her arms and back of neck bruise from the force. The indifference was gone. Only glowing blue of raw rage filled her vision.

"Don't EVER say that again. EVER. Do you understand me, you pathetic human!? Don't you EVER compare me to that weak, living beast that only had the fate of being sacrificed, again and again, feeling every inch of pain from every slash. Having to live with the threat of being ripped to shreds at a moment's notice or be laughed at, night in and night out." P03 snarled, voice growing louder and more livid with each passing second. He used Matt's thumbs to sink the digits deep into Melody's collarbone, nearing her throat as she struggled against his grasp. Her legs were beginning to wobble from the pressure. Her own hands gripped Matt's arms as she tried to pry him off her to no avail.

"Do you know what it's like to feel like the laughingstock of everybody? EveryTHING? COULD YOU EVEN IMAGINE THAT!? No, no you wouldn't. Your sister didn't either. She would laugh and play against Leshy over and over again. You think THIS loser is possessed!? She ACTED like she was- NOTHING else mattered to her and Leshy but to see me suffer!! And then, Ar-...." His eyes softened for the fraction of a second, "...She was gone before that, before that stinking beast took control of everything....She left me alone."

Melody was confused by what he was rambling about now.

She?

Maybe she was reading into it too much, but she had a very strong feeling that he wasn't talking about Kaycee. However, just as soon as that softness showed, back was the rage. He slammed Melody hard again against the desk. The wood splintered.

"DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!! DON'T YOU DARE LOOK AT ME LIKE YOU CARE, LIKE HOW 'SHE' LOOKED AT ME! You might have 'her' face, and you might be all that I think about because your face and 'HERS' are in my registry, but you're not her! Because there's somebody else you remind me of...." P03 used Matt's face to grin, almost maniacally. "Kaycee Hobbes may have led to my creation like the others have, but she was a fucking sadistic bitch who deserved burning in that fire all those years. I hope she felt every bit of it. I hated her, I hated her so much..." His hands now grabbed Melody's trembling face, yanking her head up to make her look at him. "And you look JUST. LIKE. HER."

(To settle any nerves, Melody turns out okay and matt/p03 gets his jaw punched by an achy 'why are you not in the fucking hospital' Luke Carder while reclusive redditer gets Melody away from whatever AI takeover BS this is.)

((I love p03 but I am absolutely convinced he's a bottle of pent up rage post inscryption. Comparing him to the stoat was the last straw.))

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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hi, i have a situation/symptoms that ive been dealing with that i was wondering if i could get opinions or guidance on.

content warnings for i think derealization, depersonalization, dissociation

ever since i was a kid ive felt like ive been living in the body of another person, like im living someone else's life. id have these moments where it would seem like i would "wake up" and realize that i was actually alive and living. it was like everything came rushing back to me and i felt like a whole other person watching my own life unfold. my name didnt feel like it was mine, my experiences and memories didnt feel like mine, and lately ive been feeling like i dont even know myself anymore. my name doesn't feel right, my gender doesnt feel right, my personality and the way i act and present myself dont feel right either. i feel like im pretending to be a person. im so confused and kind of scared, i dont know what's wrong with me. is this normal? is there a name for this experience?

- serena

Hi Serena,

I'm sorry about what's been going on. That must be very disorienting and scary.

I think it's fairly possible that you may be dealing with a dissociative disorder such as OSDD or DID. With these disorders, it's common to feel like someone else entirely, as different alters can have unique identities that differ from the body or host. It's also very common for these disorders to develop in early childhood, as it's essentially when your need states never fuse into a single identity due to trauma.

I would recommend just taking inventory of who you feel you are, and get a sense of what your personal identity is, regardless of what you've been placed into. What are your likes and dislikes, how do you identify, are there memories or experiences that do feel like your own and if so what are they, etc. It can be helpful to write these things down to help keep track.

Once you get a clearer idea of yourself and feel ready, then you may be curious to explore if there is anyone else inside. Internal Family Systems tends to be helpful for systems or others who have some level of multiplicity. A way IFS navigates introspection is by inviting a part to speak. You may find this meditation helpful, however I do just want to let you know that this can potentially be overwhelming if there turn out to be many parts that identify themselves at once. I also personally found that it was hard for me to fully follow this practice despite being naturally introspective, but I understand that everyone is different.

Additionally, I'm thinking of something that I can't remember the exact details of, but there is a method to get a sense of who fronts ("comes to") during the day by mapping out your feelings by the hour, and any drastic changes may be indicative of someone else getting close or fronting. Communication and visibility can be especially challenging as a newly-discovered system. As someone who has trouble identifying when someone else is near or fronting, I found this to be helpful.

If you have Discord I recommend the OSDD server as they can help with additional questions or tips on potentially being a new alter. You're also free to ask for specific mods such as Mod Night who have more experience in being a system.

If you can afford and access it, I strongly recommend looking into getting a therapist if you don't already have one, especially a therapist who specializes in dissociation or dissociative disorders.

Ultimately, it's important to be patient with yourself as you navigate this. Remember to practice self-care during this time. I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #serena

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writerbits · 21 days

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Goldfinch - Short Story 01

giving myself a lil challenge were I have a week to write a short story and then i post whatever is finished. Here's the first one it got an in depth outline.

Bluebird interupts Goldfinch in the middle of generic superhero stuff to let him know the director wants to speak with them.

One of Gold's teamates assures him that it can't be for anything bad because Gold has never done anything wrong ever and all the leaders love him.

Goldfinch goes trying to figure out why they've been called in. The department of Equity lays down strict rules with no wiggle room and he is an expert at staying in the lines once he finds them.

"We have reason to believe a powered felon is taking refuge in this city." Gold is confused because breakouts are usually included in gheir daily patrol updates and they're too far from any super prisons for this to be recent.

The felon is a hero whose ran away, their name is Zephyr and Gold is being asked to bring them back to justice.

"It's my honor to defend Equity." He tells the director.

Gold stares at the picture on the folder she gives her.

Gold meets with the teams hacker who thinks this turncoat must be insane because the DE is gonna wipe him from existence.

There are instructions on what they are supposed to do to recover a traitor. Gold isn't on shift so he needs to wait for the current patrol to return. Zephyr scored high enough in hacking that they have to check their mainframes. Gold notes the dour look in Caleb(Zephyr's) id photo.

The team start speculating on zeph's reasoning and Gold reminds them that it doesn't matter and they'll get in trouble for talking about it.

The computer is clear, but Gold suggest the wipe it so no one can get in. The team doesn't think Zephyr has good enough hacking skills for that to be a problem but gold insists better safe than sorry. He also wants to hide the physical backups because Zephyr trained here and has the door codes. Gold is the only member of the team who trained here and they ask if gold knew him. Gold explains that his room was down the hall.

Midnight returns from patrol and Gold heads out.

People wave when Goldfinch flies overhead. The love of the city is almost a physical thing that is constantly reaching towards him. Goldfinch flies higher and is obscured by clouds. Gold was despised in the accademy. He was too unresponsive to form social groups and constantly used as a benchmark that other trainees failed to live up to. Even though Goldfinch and Zephyr were roomed so far apart they were very close because Zephyr was one of the few people who talked to him.

Gold knows exactly where Zephyr is going to be hiding because it's where he hid before. After getting injured during his sidekick days, (leading to that id photo), Zephyr had considered fleeing. Injured supers get bleak assignments and he's scared. Gold held him while he cried.

Zephyr assumed that Gold would turn him in for even talking about deserting. Goldfinch realized that even his closest friend seems him as someone who blindly follows orders.

The building is even more dilapidated now than it was the first time Zephyr tried to leave. Gold is trying to be cautious, but Zephyr still gets the jump on him. They scuffle and Gold doesn't defeat him, but does get him cornered.

Gold notes that young Zephyr accepted being turned in with a dull resignation while current Zephyr is incensed. Zephyr rants about the corruption of the current superhero system and begs his friend for mercy.

"It's my honor to serve equity." Goldfinch announces handing over the backups to their computers harddrive.

#The prompt I found after searching for prompt lists was like 'I'll do everything to stop them *is actively helping them*'#And I did already have a vague version of Goldfinch and friend in my head #tho in their original forms Goldy went full vigilante when his friend first had his 'I'm injured and their ableist' panic attack #And like took over the superhero school #The vibe was 'u did everything in your power to instil the importance of loyalty and violence in me yet you didn't check who I was loyal to #superhero #writing #original writing

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reki-of-the-valley · 4 months

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IGNORE IF I JUST UNFOLLOWED-REFOLLOWED BY ACCIDENT. SORRY BOUT THAT I CLICKED THE WRONG BUTTON.

Anyways. For the fanfic ask:

2, 5, 8, and 24? :]

Lmaoooooo don't worry about it!!

2. Will you participate in any fandom exchanges or fic challenges, etc.?

I don't plan on participating in anything simply because I'm only starting to get out of a major burn out, but I'm not opposed to it either! It could be fun!!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

Ooh!!! I think the first thing I'll post is this Claudeleth sparring session I've been editing this past week, but have been hoarding it since September and it's a rewrite of something I wrote in 2019 for some OCs! My best friend dared me to rewrite it now that my writing has improved quite a bit since then, and it just was fitting for Claudeleth

Here's a snippet!

“Not bad, Teach, but,” Claude grins as he wipes away beads of sweat that drip from his forehead, “is that really all you got? I thought you said you weren’t going easy on me, make me work for that victory. Unless that really was your best shot and you’ve lost your edge, Ms Renown Merc.”

Byleth narrows her eyes, sucking in a heaving breath. The boy had gotten stronger since the last time they had sparred; maybe such is the effect of his becoming a man behind her back. He’s as cunning as ever, but there’s more to him now. Now, he seems stronger, more calculating, less predictable. He seems steadier on his feet; it’s not as easy to knock him back as it had once been. It’s not as easy to pin him down and claim victory.

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you've never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

I can't think of anything super concrete, but I've been thinking about writing sex scenes a lot more recently. I used to be super scared of writing (and God forbid posting) smut but I posted my first rated M fic last week! And I think I'd like to write more sex scenes in the future! It's a dynamic in relationships I'd like to explore and also it'll push me to develop my own way of writing it! Because I know I will never be extremely explicit, but I can still make those intimate scenes beautiful 💛 and Claudeleth is a ship I don't feel weird about the prospect of having sex, sooooo

24. By the end of this year, you want your fandom to think of you as "that author who..."

Oh man, that's a really good question. For anyone who reads my fe3h stuff, id like to be that author who makes messes beautiful. Because that's how I've been portraying Claudeleth: a beautiful mess

I wanna write more renga stuff this year as well, and I'd like to be that author who writes Langa as unapologetically gay, confused, and Canadian. Or that author who portrays (gender) queerness in a way that will bring tears to their audience

#thank you son much for the ask my friend!!! it was so fun to answer!!!!#lils answers

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jostystyles · 2 years

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question about the writing challenge: once someone takes a lyric, is it gone? or can multiple people write for the same song?

hi!!! once the song is taken, it’s gone! i put 50 songs to hopefully give enough to choose from! if it turns out requests are slowing down and there’s a lot left and someone wants to write another song or one that has been taken, id allow that! sorry for any confusion:)

#asks #anon

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frenchbreads-writing · 2 years

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Could you make a father figure fic for Todoroki?

Father Figure Reader | {Todoroki Shouto}

Hey y’all sorry for being literally nonexistent for a fat ass minute and not posting any writing I hope y’all can forgive me

Writing and coming up with ideas is a bit challenging atm but I’ll try to post more even if they’re shorter

Also peep my slightly improved banner I just fixed it to improve clarity since it was kind of difficult to read before that’s all

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: [Platonic] Todoroki Shouto x (Older) Male Reader

Words: 2k (2,042)

Warning(s): None

Requests: Open

The moment Shouto stepped into Endeavor’s agency he wanted to just turn around and walk back to the dorms.

He regretted choosing his father’s agency for his work-study.

Although being forced to be around his father for an extended period of time was not something he would ever want to do willingly, he is the number 2 hero so he might as well try to learn something from him.

Caught up in his own thoughts while looking around, Shouto didn’t notice you standing in front of him and walked directly into you.

You let out a startled sound as you dropped several portfolios scattering papers all over the floor.

Shouto immediately swore to himself for being so careless.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you.”

The man just sighed and turned around.

“Ah, it’s fine. It's just some papers.”

Shouto just looked at you confused, he expected you to be upset with him for making you drop your seemingly important papers.

You got a good look at Shouto’s face. “Wait, you’re Endeavor’s kid right?”

Shouto nodded.

“Great! I've been waiting to meet you all day. I'm (Y/N)! C’mon, let's head to the front desk to get you checked in.”

You put your hand over his shoulder and tugged him along, the dropped papers forgotten on the floor.

“What about your papers?”

You just shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, I can just get someone else to pick it up.”

About 5 minutes later Shouto now had a small ID badge clipped onto his shirt and a small handheld map of the agency.

“So, your father isn’t actually in the office right now, he was actually called out for something important.”

Shouto looked up at you to see you rolling your eyes and scoffing.

“I don't know what for but it’s annoying that he made you come all this way just to not be here. Dumb old man.”

You muttered the last part but Shouto still caught it, he was surprised that one of the heroes from his father’s agency would speak that way about him.

He was used to people singing his father’s praises and making excuses for him, not criticizing him.

“Anyways since he’s not here and I don’t want you wandering aimlessly alone in this massive building, I have decided that I’m going to give you a personal tour of the Endeavor Agency, what do ya think?”

Shouto had his reservations about spending his day with one of his father’s sidekicks but he didn’t have anything else to do.

“Okay.”

You smiled at him.

“Great, let’s get started shall we?”

The rest of the day Shouto spent with you, you showed him most of what the agency had to offer except some restricted areas and floors that he wasn’t allowed to go to.

Shouto expected it to be more boring than it was. You spoke to him casually but never pressured him to respond and you even told him some of the gossips that were happening around the office.

Now you were leading him down a hall back on the first floor.

“Alright this is arguably the most important part of the agency and it’s also my personal favorite.”

You led him through another door and he recognized the room as the agency Cafeteria.

“If you ever need me or just want to chat I’m in here every day in the afternoon having lunch and if you can’t find me here I’m in the 5th-floor staff room, so just come find me and if anyone asks just say I asked you to meet me there.”

He just nodded.

“Great, now let’s get some lunch.”

Endeavor came back a little while after you and Shouto had eaten, dragging Shouto off to finish the rest of his work-study duties for the day. But before he left, you gave him your phone number. Just in case he needed something.

Throughout the next few days, Shouto began dropping by more during his downtime.

He wasn’t social by any means. He was still as quiet and kept mostly to himself but he did enjoy your company and the fact that you treated him like he was his own person and not just Endeavor's son.

When Shouto showed up to the cafeteria for the first time by himself, he saw you sitting alone at a table, scrolling through your phone and eating.

When your eyes landed on him standing there with a tray of food your face brightened and you patted the spot next to you inviting him over.

You asked about his day and various other topics about his work-study.

And Shouto was awkward at least in the beginning.

As he came back more and more Shouto slowly began to feel at ease with you.

Whenever he visited, you never pressured him to answer your questions or even speak to you, giving him time to respond and if he didn’t feel like it, he didn’t have to.

That’s something you assured him of after the first day of him not responding to most of your conversation.

But he began to open up after a few days, talking about his time at UA and the friends he’s met. You also learned what his favorite food was and listened to his subtle complaints about Aizawa’s workload when you helped him with his homework.

It became a routine for Shouto to visit you during his downtime. He would just stop by to say hi and he would sit with you as you did paperwork or walk around the agency helping you with various small tasks before he had to go back to his father.

Today was a particularly busy day for you however so you showed up a tad bit late to meet up with Shouto in the cafeteria but when you got there he was nowhere to be seen.

You hoped that you didn’t miss him.

Just in that moment however your phone vibrated in your pocket.

Checking the notification showed a short message from Shouto.

“My father is dragging me to Hosu.”

You frowned and immediately replied.

“Without lunch?!”

“I bought something before I left, don't worry.”

You sighed.”

“Good, make sure you stay safe out there, got it?”

He sent back a thumbs-up emoji and you shut off your phone to continue getting lunch but you did so you couldn’t shake a bad feeling forming in the pit of your stomach.

‘Maybe I’ll stay a bit later today just to make sure he’s okay.’

You went about your daily routine of patrol and filling out paperwork, checking your phone occasionally for any updates on Shouto and so far, nothing.

No texts or calls, which on its own isn’t too much of an issue but that nagging feeling just wouldn’t go away so, to quell your unrest you decided to put a pause on your paperwork and call him.

As the dial tone rang you tapped your foot and muttered to yourself.

“He’s going to answer and he’s going to be fine and your dumb brain can finally be quiet.”

But he didn’t, so you tried calling again and again each time being sent to voicemail.

You were going to call again when one of the agency's sidekicks suddenly opened the door.

“Oh, hey (Y/n), have you heard about what’s happening in Hosu?”

You paused to look at him, stopping mid-button press.

“No, what happened?”

“They’re calling all heroes near Hosu, apparently all hell broke loose.”

Your eyes widened as you scrambled to look up the news feed.

Oh god.

Immediately photos of Hosu being on fire and strange monsters ravaging the city showed up.

Your gut feeling made sense now.

You didn’t need to see anymore as you jumped out of your seat, interrupting the sidekick as you flew out of the agency doors, sprinting in the direction of Hosu.

The news feed said all modes of public transportation to Hosu had been cut off so you could only hope you could get there in time.

Shouto quietly sat in the hospital bed of his shared room with Midoriya and Iida still feeling the frustration of being told off from defeating Stain.

The fact that they gave all of the credit to his father made it worse.

He sighed.

‘What would (Y/n) think of this?’

He paused before cursing to himself.

He completely forgot about you.

Grabbing his phone and turning it on, Shouto saw the several missed calls and the many texts you sent but the most recent text stood out.

“I’m on my way.”

That was sent hours ago.

Shouto suddenly felt nervous and opened your contact, preparing to call you when the door to the room was suddenly slammed open.

He and the other boys jumped at the sound and looked at who barged in.

Midoriya and Iida were confused at who the man in the doorway was but Shouto recognized you instantly.

You were disheveled and a bit worse for wear but it was still you.

He watched your shoulders sag in relief when you saw him.

Shutting the door behind you, you rushed to his side and wrapped your arms around him in a bone-crushing hug.

“God, kid, you weren’t answering your phone, and when I heard about what’s going on in Hosu I came as fast as I could. I was worried sick about you.”

You pulled away and began looking him over and assessing the damages.

“You’re okay right, no permanent injuries?”

Shouto was silent, his well-being was overshadowed by his father “saving” them from the hero killer, almost no one asked if he was okay they just praised the fact that his father was there and hardly seemed relieved that he got out mostly unscathed.

But here you were, doting on him, checking in on him, and making sure he was okay.

It felt… nice having you dote on him.

“I’m okay, Iida sustained the most injuries.”

You looked over your shoulder to see Midoriya and Iida looking at you wide-eyed and curious.

“Oh hey, Todoroki told me a bit about you guys, nice job at the sports festival by the way you guys did great, well, minus the whole finger breaking situation.”

Midoriya blushed and stuttered out his defense causing you and Iida to laugh.

For the rest of your visit, you sat with Shouto and just chatted about the bit of workplace drama that happened in the agency while he was gone Shouto also confided in you about how he and the other two defeated Stain

“Kid, you stress me out and while it’s my duty as a hero to scold you for being that reckless, I’m going to assume the others and your father have already done that, so instead I’m just gonna say I’m glad you’re okay and please if you ever decide to do something like that again let me know so I can be there to help.”

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and excusing yourself you pulled it out.

Shouto was surprised that you were so calm about it, he expected more of a visceral reaction

“Damn it, sorry to cut my visit short but I forgot I left a pile of unfinished paperwork back at the agency.” You stood up and placed a hand on Shouto’s head and ruffled his hair before walking to the door. “I know you said you’re okay but give me a call if you need anything alright? See ya!”

Shouto just waved and watched as the door slid shut.

“Todoroki, who was that?”

He looked over to Midoriya.

“He’s… a friend from my father’s agency.”

Midoriya and Iida smiled.

“It’s fortunate that you made an acquaintance, especially one with experience as a hero, that knowledge is invaluable when trying to improve.”

“Yeah Iida’s right and it seems like he’s a caring person too!”

Shouto hummed in agreement.

He remembered how you treated him, like a person and not just Endeavor’s son.

You treated him kindly and really listened when he spoke and helped him whenever he was stuck with something.

Shouto felt an unfamiliar warmth in his chest when he thought of the way you worried for him.

‘Is this what a family is supposed to feel like?’

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murdertoothpick · 3 years

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Hi I just wanted to say I really enjoy your writing especially Kissing In The Rain, I was also wondering if I could request a Wrecker and Fem reader with a lot of angst?

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Pairing: Wrecker x fem!Reader

Warnings: ep 1 spoilers, canon typical violence id say, mentions of blood, character death, kaminoan bastards and tarkin

Word count: 1992

A/N: im sorry this was so hard bc idk how to write about wrecker and with ANSGT??? after we spent the past few weeks stressed out of our minds about wrecker's chip?? AND THAT WASNT ENOUGH FOR YALL? anyways i hope this is okay to read and there are def parallels to mcu films haha <3

You hated the smell of anaesthesia, especially when paired with the whiteness and sterility of Kamino, lifeless and devoid of colour. The pounding in your head was no help either.

You were itching to leave the planet, having immediately requested your next task upon waking up in the infirmary. While Nala Se had insisted you stay for observation, Grand Admiral Tarkin was quick to give you your next assignment, a simple objective, to find and eliminate Clone Force 99.

He took the time to explain their skills to you, informing you of their last known locations, possible destinations, and contacts. You took in these details very carefully, knowing that the Admiral himself wouldn't be here if the task wasn't of utmost importance to the Empire.

You had to admit though, Clone Force 99's hundred percent success rate was impressive, but you felt uneasy about the whole ordeal, why hadn't you heard of them before?

He handed you the force's case files, leaving you to prepare. You mulled over the papers quietly, memorising their faces and corresponding skills. They didn't look anything like the clones, and yet, they looked so familiar: the face tattoos, the goggles, the scars.

'You think I can take them all?' you had asked the Admiral, the question was a challenge, confidence on your tongue to hide the uncertainty bubbling inside you. You were well trained, efficient, and agile, but to eliminate five enhanced troopers would be a challenge; you were worried about the Sergeant, and his biggest man most of all.

His response was unwavering, practiced, 'Something tells me that it's them that should be worried.'

You nod, though he's already turned away from you. He says your name, once, but his next words are what sends a chill down your spine, 'The empire does not tolerate failure.'

You see the flickering of the flashlight as it comes to light. The planet is dark, wet, a complete jungle, and to avoid giving yourself away with the squelching of your boots you've had to climb the trees.

Unfortunately, it's difficult to see, and you find yourself pathetically, aimlessly reaching out for adjacent branches.

'Who's over there? Show yourselves.' You hear from below you, the light allowing you to pinpoint their proximity.

Good. They don't know where you are. You have the tactical advantage, the element of surprise.

'Very well,' you sigh, audibly, and the clone aims his flashlight in your direction, only to be greeted with the sight of you launching yourself onto him.

You force him onto the ground, helmet pushed into the mud below you. CT-1409, you identify, recalling the scomp link in place of an arm from his file.

Your boot presses into his back. 'Where are the others?' you interrogate, 'Where is Clone Force 99?'

'[Name]?'

His response takes you aback, confusion filling your head. How does he know who you are? Why does he sound...shocked?

When he feels your foot slightly relieve the pressure on him, he flips himself over, pushing you off of him and stumbling to the ground.

'Guys, get here now. It's her,' he hisses into his communicator, already moving onto his feet. You hear crackling from the other side, 'Yes, HER,' he repeats. His attention is trained on you, approaching you warily, arms in front of him.

'Hey, it's me, Echo,' he attempts to coax you, though his words do nothing to ease your bewilderment.

You kick yourself up, your stance only yelling hostility. 'Is that supposed to mean something to me?' you retort, lunging at him.

He dodges, but before he can retaliate the communicator lights up again. 'Bring her to us,' a gruff voice orders him.

You move to kick him, thinking that he's momentarily off guard, but he blocks your foot with his non-cybernetic arm.

'You heard the man.' And then he's sprinting away from you, weaving between thick trees and ducking below heavy vines.

You're quick to follow after him. He's only making this easier for you, you won't have to track the others down.

But when he stops at the end of the clearing, you realise your mistake. You're in the centre, and the red dot on your chest confirms your error. CT-9904.

You look at "Echo", eyes narrowing to slits at him.

'Didn't expect you to fall for that,' he taunts, though there's a tinge of sadness to his voice, one that suggests a slither of disappointment.

'You know nothing about me,' you seethe, spitting venom at him.

You hear three sets of steps around you, and your head whips around to see the other troopers emerge from the forest. They are completely surrounding you.

You resume a fighting stance, mapping out your plan in your head.

The one with goggles will be easy to disarm. It would only take a few seconds. You would have a blaster then.

The trooper to your right speaks up first. The Sergeant, you recall. 'Do you remember us?' he inquires, moving closer whilst still maintaining distance.

Take out "Echo" next, I can shoot him before the other two get to me. Less running. Save my energy.

You begin listing them in response to the question, CT-1409, CT-9904,... but he stops you.

Maybe I should run.

'No, do you remember us?'

You glare at him, hiding your confusion behind a veil of indifference. 'What does it matter?'

I'd need to subdue one of the other two next, the other I'll have to fight.

The Sergeant turns his head to his brother, mouthing a sad, 'I'm sorry.'

He's an expert combatant, he won't be easy, but fighting him will make it harder for the Sniper to get a clear shot.

You turn your head to look at the man behind you. The brute. Much taller than his Sergeant, much taller than you. He's already looking at you. His shoulders are slumped, dejected, a contrast to his report that outlined he was 'overly energetic' and had an 'affinity for destruction.'

But when you see the red dot of the sniper's rifle a few metres in front of your feet, and hence, not on you, you spring into action.

You run at the one you now call Goggles, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and swinging your body around him. He's down in seconds, just as you had planned. You pull the blaster out of his hand, spinning on your knee to shoot "Echo". He doubles over.

Kriff. It was set to stun.

You have barely enough time to register your setback when you see the Sergeant running at you from the corner of your eye. Still on the ground, you swing your leg under his feet, he manages to catch himself despite stumbling a bit.

You switch the blaster's settings, lifting your arm to aim it at him, but he swats it out of your hand. It clatters to the ground.

'We don't want to hurt you,' he huffs, trying to reason with you.

You kick yourself up again. 'I can't say the same.'

You and the Sergeant engage in hand to hand combat. The feeling is familiar, as if you'd done this many times before. He doesn't disappoint, limbs expertly blocking your advances, and him landing a few good hits on you. But he's pulling his punches, holding back. That is where you find his weakness.

You let him punch you, and then you're stumbling backwards, spluttering out spit. You fake a groan, and he stops, moving closer to you. You take that opportunity to flip forward, your legs hitting him and sending him to the ground.

But then the wind is knocked out of you, a force hurtles you over, toppling over you.

You groan at the impact, for real this time. The man is immovable, his legs straddling your waist, but careful not to crush you. You writhe in his grip, where your hands are pinned next to your head.

'Cyare.'

The pet name makes your blood boil.

'I'm not your cyare,' you spit at him, harsh and unloving. He studies your face, seeing no betrayal of emotions.

'There was a time when you were.'

You don't think about his words. It would just make this harder. 'Look, CT-'

'Wrecker'

You squint at him. Okay, you sigh. 'Look, Wrecker, you don't know me, and I don't know you. I'm only going to say this once, get off of me.'

He heeds your request, but he lets go of your arms to hold your face. Recognition flickers in your eyes.

'Please,' it's desperate, so utterly vulnerable, tears threatening to spill. It catches you off guard, his softness despite having you pinned uncomfortably under him. And yet, you feel so small.

It takes every ounce of your strength to push him off you, his state of emotional vulnerability leaving him too hopeless to stop you.

The sniper's view of you is blocked by large rocks as you roll onto "Wrecker", you don't have to worry about him for now, but your adrenaline is too high to notice.

Your fist lands on his face, again and again. He doesn't stop you.

'It's okay,' he manages through pained groans, eyes doing their best to keep looking at you, 'you could never hurt me.'

You're so confused, and it makes you angry. Your headache only gets worse.

'WHY,' you yell at him, breathing furiously through your nostrils. You don't entirely know what you're asking, why they don't want to hurt you? Why they knew who you were? Why they're so intent on "helping" you? You don't have any answers.

'Because...' he coughs, spluttering, 'You're my love, you-'

You cut him off with another hit to his face. 'You're my mission.'

Your punches continue, emotions keeping you stuck to the man. It's overwhelming. A blaster would be quicker, more efficient. So why the hell aren't you reaching for it?

But as blood begins to spew from his nostrils, and his face reddens as a sign of future bruising, your punches get weaker, faltering.

Your head hurts with a high pitched ringing sound.

And then you remember.

It comes to you in flashes...being injured on Kaller and sent to Kamino. The relentless procedures. The memory wipe. The brainwashing.

You remember everything before that too, the Bad Batch, your camaraderie, your love. Their names: Hunter, Echo, Tech, Crosshair and...Wrecker.

Your fists stop their assault on his face, clenching near your temples.

'Please stop, please stop, please stop...' you whisper to yourself, words becoming high whimpers. Your eyes are screwed shut, a desperate attempt to restrain the tears now falling from your face, a plea to make the pain stop. 'I-I-I don't want- I don't want to hurt them. I can't. Please, don't make me hurt him...' you beg, though it's addressed to no one. Maybe, the Maker.

Wrecker's hands go to cup your face now. You're so tiny, vulnerable, and his heart breaks for what feels like the seventeenth time since he was separated from you.

He shushes you, and for the first time since waking up in the Kaminoan infirmary, you feel warmth in your chest. It's not ideal, you're both bloody, bruised, sweaty, and tired, but the embrace is so incredibly human.

You're sobbing now, a string of apologies falling from your lips.

He caresses your face, 'Look at me.'

Your eyes convey so much hurt and instability, signalling your state of self-loathing and regret: insecurity.

'I love you,' he assures you.

The ends of your lips twitch upwards, a smile threatening to break from your agony.

You want to say it back. You intend to. But you can't.

Not when a blaster bolt pierces through you. Its origin somewhere amongst the trees.

As your consciousness slips away, you only feel him.

You were a fool to ever think you were safe, to think that the Empire wasn't watching you. You had failed your mission, and the Empire doesn't tolerate failure.

But most of all, you were a fool for falling in love.

#star wars x reader #star wars fic #clone wars x reader #clone wars x you #clone wars fic #clone x reader #clone x you #bad batch fic #bad batch x reader #bad batch x you #wrecker x reader #wrecker x you #wrecker tbb #mtoothfics

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Author's Notes ♡: Hi there hey! Welcome back to another collab piece!! This round I try to have him in his pro hero line of work and being his usual soft and caring self. It’s a bit soft but also heated at the end sooo, I love making a softer Kiri so enjoy!! I hope I did this justice~ bunny ❥

Warnings : NSFW again! (◎_◎;)

A use of pet names like twice, if you squint you’ll see a bit size kink and Soft Dom Kiri, fingering, Light cursing, pussy job, Kiri is a soft but huge lover

Word count : About 3.3k!

Paring(s) : Pro hero!Eijiro Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary : Kirishima was used to saving people, and having the joy that comes with it and completing his job, so what happens when he falls for the girl that is his main link to a case?

Enjoy ♡

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Kirishima knew taking this mission with Fatgum would be one of their more challenging ones : A drug ring filtered out throughout a high end hotel with an escort and stripping service. Supposedly they'd traffic with the girls, under trays of food or other masked ways. The menus were keys to what each drug was, and each service was a different type of delivery. They were so close , so very close to understanding what was happening but...they also hit a bump. Most of the investigation was focused on the owner of the hotel but they soon found out that they were barking up the wrong tree. The owner of the hotel wasn't who controlled the flux in the drug ring but a patreon, a wealthy real estate manager for a mob. Sighing, Kirishima rubbed his face, glancing at Fatgum who was writing like a madman at the desk in their jointed room “Hey Taishiro..” Kirishima called as the blonde let out a hum,still jotting notes “We have that other lead right? Uh..” He started as he flipped through his own notes, running over a name “Peaches, the cage dancer?” “Yeah what about her?” Fatgum said as he looked to his red haired subordinate “Why don't we see if we can find her? She should be working tonight right? The other dancer said she only comes in on certain days, and she seems tied to Mr.N'' He siad as Fatgum joined him at his side , reading over his notes “Yeah! If we're lucky we’ll find some more about our lovely friend here”

And with that they headed downstairs and to the giant double door, the sound of thumping music seeping through the crack “Well Red, let's head in yeah?” Taishiro said as Kirishima followed behind. He knew undercover work was difficult, and it didn't help that both had to disguise their identities to the best they could : Fatgum and him both using colored hair spray to hide their hair colors. Taishiro opted to stay in his smaller form more often and wore clothes that were more fancy while under the name “Yuri”. Kirishima on the other hand was his makeshift “Bodyguard” , opting for all black looks and tended to hide his mouth with a black mask, going by the simple nickname “J”. The purpose was for Fatgum to look like another high end boss with security , and that's how it was. As the two entered they were greeted with half dressed to bare women with only covers asking them what they needed or wanted , some handing them drinks and allowing them to wander. The lights were bright and strobing , almost too much to the sober person, so the intoxicated had to be worse. Heading to the back they passed through a curtain into the higher end of things. Men with people at their hips, smoking cigars and watching as more dancers did their usuals, money being handed over , thrown and placed on their person. “Alright how about we split up, il take this seat, see if you can find the cage dancers” Fatgum said as he sat to an approaching girl, the women threw herself to his lap as Kirishima sighed watching him start up as he saw a red light behind another side curtain. Catching his attention Kirishima walked forward, into a darker room with a string of red lights illuminating a cage-like stage. Before he could get far a man stopped him

“Excuse me sir do you have a reservation with Peaches?” Bingo. He found her “Uh no sorry i don't , i didn't know i needed one for her '' He said shyly as the man looked up to him before sighing “Well, then sir i can't help you” Sighing Kirishima looked at the stage again when he saw one of the most beautiful sights he could see. A woman, covered in a red and black piece popped into the stage “Whats the issue Moby?” The women said as her eyes widened to the tall male in her usual empty room “Ah nothing miss Peaches, this guy i guess thought he'd get a show” The security said as the girl still looked to him and smiled waving him in “He does now, put him on my list yeah?” She said as the security stuttered , letting the towering man past “Ah miss, is it okay if my friend comes along as well? He went to a different stage but he would be meeting back up with me” He admitted as th e woman strolled to him , pressing a hand to the cage “He can come too, tell Moby to put him on the list sweetheart” She said before walking away, yelling to the security “Put his friend on the too!”

Soon Fatgum came into the room with him, sitting beside him as more paterons surrounded the stage “the other dont know them, it seems our girl is the one were with now” He whispered as they all looked up to the stage , the setting being set for the act who was coming out. If the hush whispers were anything he knew the girl they were waiting for would be something great.

All of a sudden Kiri could feel his heart in his throat, the woman he had spoken to came out , still dress the same as she waved to the whistling people below, goting to her pole with a jump and started spinning effortlessly, the sight was absolutely stunning ; he'd never seen such a beautiful display before. No one told him that stripping was a form of art, no matter how people tried to look down on it, this was art to him. He now knew why she was so sought after, the grace she had as she moved closer to him through the cage made his heart unironically thump and all of a sudden the throb in his chest moved to between his legs , an embarrassment he wish he wouldn't admit outright until a shove on the arm from his senior “Its alright, i think she likes you” Fatgum whispered as Kirishima looked up, seeing in fact that her eyes were glued to him.

Moving to the front she leaned against it, eyes locked on him as she beckoned him closer, the desperate others trying to reach for her as she smirked , reaching to Kirishima “Why dont you cmre big boy” She said as they whooped and hollered , all smacking him in the back as he gave fatgum a wide eyed look, the hidden blonde, giving him a thumbs up. “U-uhm I-” Before he could say much she tapped the cage , pointing to Kirishima as the security took him around to the opening “You're a lucky guy ; its rare she does a lap dance with fresh faces” The guy said, confusing the hidden redhead “How's that?” He ask “Well whoever spends the most on her usually just gets a leg tap or such, a lapdance is the highest thing she'll do with a crowd” He said before giving him a chair and opening her door “Have fun, she might spoil ya” And withthst he was face to face with the beauty. Walking up to Kirishima she gave him a smile, her smaller hand running over his chest before she took the chair from him , sitting it in the red light. “What should i call you cutie” She whispered before he felt the knot in his stomach tighten again “ Uh..how about..Jay..” He whispered back as she pushed him lightly into the chair “Well then Jay, ill give you a nice show hm?” she giggled, before moving into his lap. Kiri felt himself freeze , she smelt very good, and was too close for comfort. She was warm, and the way she looked at him made him feel like a highschooler all over again “C-can i touch you sweetheart?” He whispered as she settled , her eyes wide as she buried her face in his neck “A real gentlemen, I knew it was a good idea to trust you.

Go right ahead cutie, be gentle with me” she answered as she started to rock, rolling her hips with the thumping of her music. Slowly he put his own hand on her waist, following her constant moving as the group below yelled, telling him to do more or for her to strip even more. He felt her get close to his face before their noses touched, the heat in his chest blooming more as she pulled away. Feeling brave he gripped her hips, pulling her closer and with a gasp her arms moved back to his chest , the two in their own world before realizing there were eyes on them both still. Slowly she crawled down his lap, eyes on his as she ran her hand back on his thighs , her face on his lap as they screamed for more before the curtain dropped, covering them and the guys outside of it begged for more. Sitting back on her legs and letting kirishima catch his breath he held a hand to her , helping her up “T-Thank you for the show Miss Peaches , I feel honored“ Kirishima said as she blinked, before feeling her body heat up “O-Oh uhm why thank you for thanking me, i don't get much appreciation, and most would want your place. I….felt drawn to you so” She admitted before giving him a look “OH and you can call me [ ], but try not to around patreons, they'd be upset they don't know yet and i just told some newbie” [ ] teased as he laughed , agreeing “Yeah definitely. I hope to see you uh, more often” He said before he could stop himself, giving her the same shocked look her face had “I guess you're who've been asking for me.

Here, I'll give you my number and you tell me whenever you need something” She said, holding her hand out for his phone. Fumbling he took his phone out, taking her number in his phone as they walked to her dressing room. Shyly [ ] looked up at the tall boy who insisted on walking her back to her room. Standing ther awkwardly he gave her a shy look back “Uh i know this is random but when is your next show? I love how beautiful you look and i'd...wished to be able to..i'm not sure what id want to do being there” Starting to ramble he laughed and rubbed his head before [ ] grabbed his hands “Hey that's fine, i'll come around more often if you're around i feel safe with my new shield” She teased.

And thats how it was for a few weeks, them seeing her every day she danced and her even coming to see them on her off hours. Kirishima explained why they were really there and it made her heart happy to see change. She decided to help them, giving more information to them, helping them along with their case as it started to close. Before long Kirishima and [ ] had gotten closer, the two of them growing to love the others attention , so much so Fat gum called them out for it “Yknow, when this goes down, you should get [ ] to follow us , she's quite smart , and she could do wonderfully as a partner. She would benefit better from a safe environment” Fatgum said one day while they were finishing their report “Ya think? I do care for her, and I can't stand her coming over and crying about the abuse…...but i dunno what if she doesnt like me like that…”

Kirishima whispered as he felt a hand smack him on the shoulder “Ask her. Can't hurt to ask right? And the way you both give eachother puppy eyes even when she's on stage i'm pretty sure she likes you the same way you like her.” He teased as the red head beside him sighed, hearing a knock at their door. Opening it he was face to face with the girl in question, [ ]. Her eyes glowed as she came in, greeting the two males in front of her. “Hey guys! How's everything going?” She said as she sat on the edge of one of the beds in the room , dressed more casually which made them both have a sense of joy “Ah well we should be arresting him tomorrow once he gets here, I know you work tomorrow night so ill have Kiri be with you, he’ll make sure everything runs smoothly , we’ll all go back to the headquarters and regroup okay?” Fatgum finished as [ ] shook her head, agreeing with the plans as she sighed “I'm nervous but it needs to be done... I , well all of us can't take this anymore...constantly being in fear all the time yknow?” she sighed as she laid back, a comfortable silence falling between them as they all laid around the room “Uhm [ ] can I ask you something?”

Kirishima said as she hummed, cracking an eye open to look at him. Knowing what was to come Fatgum gave him a thumbs up before claiming he had a call to go investigate downstairs, leaving the two of them together. “[ ] I cant stand you in pain...I dunno what i can do for you but...please, let me help you out , come with me , with us. I want you to be happy y'know and ive enjoyed every second we’ve had together..maybe im being selfish, or maybe its silly but...I” Trailing off he looked up to [ ] giving him soft puppy like eyes. Reaching out she placed her hand on his , rubbing her thumb on the back of his hand as she took in a breath to start her own comment back “Kiri...Ejirou, I care about you, so so very much, I wouldn't want to be a burden to you, but I'd love to go with you. Question is , is tit the both of you who want me around or a certain red head who cant take his eyes off of me” She teased as the color in his face flushed to his ears , stuttering as [ ] laughed “Its okay Kiri, Fatgum told me too, that we both care so much for eachother and should admit it, its why im here now actually” [ ] said as she meekly met his wide eyes, not fully thinking he understood her “W-wait say that again?” Kirishima croaked, meeting her gaze as she smiled , tracing his hand that sat beside her leg. Before he could stop himself he tackled her to the bed , pushing his lips against hers. With a gasp she kissed him back, wrapping her hands around his neck as they laid there, sealing their promise to eachother with a kiss. Soon, Kirishima pulled away, but not before tugging her bottom lip in his mouth. Gently he placed his hands beside her face, looking into her [ ] colored eyes, his heart fluttering once more as he kissed her forehead “Im sorry [ ] i just couldnt help it… Uhm am I moving too fast? I can definitely wait until youre ready” He spoke out as the girl under him sat up, gripping his cheeks “Kiri, honey ive waited for us to confess and now youve gotten me riled up, take good care of me yeah? Later on we can be more intimate but for now..I need you” She said, seeing he way the red heads eyes darkened at her comment “Then let me tak good care of you my love”

And with that he slide a large hand down between her thighs, rubbing at a wet patch forming against her panties as he pushed passed them, entering her with teo plump fingers “I gotta get you to relax, i wont fit if youre this tight” Whispering in her ear he picked up the pace, kissing right under her pulse as [ ] sucked in a breath, grabbing onto a strong arm “K-kiri I-” Shushing her , Kirishima leaned over to kiss her lips, speeding up his fingers as he felt her drip between them “Cum for me sweetheart, let me open you right up” He begged. Feeling her stomach tense at his choice words [ ] whimpered, her high hitting her as the sound of him pumping her though it echoed throughout the room. Pulling his hand out from her fluttering pussy and short he smirked, licking her orgasm from his fingers. Giving her a lopsided smile he spoke ‘Cant wait to eat you out..but thatll have to wait. I need to be in you” Sittin up from her Kirishima pulled his shirt off and with a toss threw it uncerimosily into a corner, as well as his pants and her clothes. [ ] couldnt help biting her lip as she saw the bulge under his boxers, a spot of precum at the tip as he palmed himself before pulling them off slowly, the red tip smacking his stomach

“ Like what you see?” He teased as he ran the tip between her sopping folds, a gasp as soft ‘Yes’ falling from her lips “Ill be gentle okay? If its too much tell me, alright?” he said as [ ] agreed , opening her legs more as he started to rub around her clit, catching it with his swollen head. In a trance he kep that up, bucking between her lips as it started to make them both sticky and hot. Soon she couldnt take it anymore, grabbing his hand as she pleaded with him “Please Kiri, put it in already, I can take it” Letting her words sink in he smiled before flipping her to her stomach, pressing his tip against her wet hole “Hold on to something then” was his last warning before pushing in, his tip sliding by with ease as the smaller girl under him moaned, arching her back to take more in his first push. Slowly he kep rocking his hips, pushing more and more in before finally bottoming out, a satisfied groan spilling from both parties lips. Leaning down to her neck Kirishima bit down gently before picking up his pace, holding her hips in place as [ ] whined , reaching back for a hand “W-wait please its too much” She whined as he slowed his hips only a bit , feeling her clench over his own thick member “Youre close again...is me pounding you from behind too much” He cooed, biting a new post on her neck as he sped up again, making the girl squeal “I-i dont wanna cum yet! I dont w-want it to end” She spilled out as she felt the knot in her stomach return, warming her lower body as he kept up his pace, sliding a hand to go between her legs as he searched for her nub, tracing it as he drilled in her from behind. Too quickly [ ] felt it snap, the little bit of control over her rapid orgasm faulting as she came overhim, grabbing the hand on her hip as she weakly rocked back “Thatta girl, keep going you got it...fuck im close too, where d-do you wnat me to cum” He asked as his own hips got sloppy but never slowing down, in fact they picked up more pace as he chased his own high “Im on the pill, please fill me up baby, Eijirou i need you to fill me up” [ ] pleaded. Hearing his name unexpectedly was his demise. He felt himself quiver as thick ropes of cum spilled from hsi tip inside of her spasming and warm walls, a low growl falling from his lips as he rocked the last of his oragsm out, small ‘Thank yous’ and ‘I love you’ falling from his lips. With care he wrapped his arms around her torso, holding her to his chest as he pulled them sideways “Well...i didnt expect the night to go like this” [ ] giggled as Kirishima kissed her shoulder before agreeing “I don mind it...but I meant it...i didnt just use you fro sex or anything..”He said again as she hummed, kissing the hand the laid on her chest “I know...i meant it too..” As the comfortable silence filled the room [ ] felt something hot stir her again. Looking down she could see Kirishima getting hard again> Before she could say anything he spoke “Whenever youre ready, I could go for another round sweetheart” Slightly pushing her hips back [ ] knew she was in for a long night

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leftoverenvy · 2 years

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Secrets of the West Wing (ch. 18)

For @sweetprentiss 's spring writing challenge

Warnings: mentions of violence and threats

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Chapter 18 - Shadows

April 2026

The peace talks in Russia did not go well. I had - perhaps naively - been hopeful when Putin actually let me in the door of the Kremlin, but it was entirely unproductive. I'd have even gone so far as to say it was a waste of time. I was disheartened that I couldn't get through to him. My heart broke for the dozens, maybe even hundreds more, Georgians that were going to die at his hands.

Emily was still downstairs working. I wondered what could be keeping her so late. She didn't usually stay late unless a big event was coming up for which she needed to plan routes and sweeps. As I was getting ready for bed, my phone rang. Caller ID indicated Aaron was calling. Was I in trouble again? I racked my brain to come up with what it could be. All he would say was that I was needed in his office.

Since it was 9:45, I didn't bother putting on professional clothes. As I exited the residence, Green asked, "Leaving again?"

I rolled my eyes at his tone. "I'm just going to Aaron's office; you can relax."

"I'd better come along just to make sure. You have a nasty habit of running away and not being able to catch." I felt uneasy. Something about his tone seemed sinister - it didn't feel like a joke, or friendly teasing.

"Look, I'm sorry if I got you in trouble. I get it now, and obviously it's been over half a year since I've left without telling anyone." I turned and started walking to the Secret Service offices.

"I almost lost my job because of you." My steps faltered. Where was this coming from? It had been months.

"Like I said, I'm sorry." I continued on my way downstairs. "I never meant for you to be in trouble." We walked the rest of the way in awkward silence. I was a bit saddened since we had always walked in companionable silence all those months before.

He dropped me off without a word. When I entered Aaron's office, I was surprised to find Emily there, worry covering her face. "What's going on?" I asked tentatively. Aaron stood up, pulled a chair out for me, and handed me a letter. I looked down at it and back up at him, confused. "What's this?"

"Please read it. We received it this afternoon. It's quite...concerning."

I looked back down to read it. It was addressed to me and it was beyond concerning. The writer filled his letter with details about how he was watching me. Clearly someone had been stalking me. And not just at one event. The letter detailed months of watching me at public events and even included day-to-day details from my life in the West Wing. I wasn't quite sure how it was possible for him to know all this about me. My skin crawled thinking about how exposed I had been. And how unaware I had been.

The hairs raised on the back of my neck as I read descriptions of how Emily and I looked at each other. The way he captured the love and longing in our eyes made me sick thinking that someone was seeing our private moments. Goose bumps raised on my skin as I read threats against my life. I'll kill you unless you start looking at me like that.

Aaron had never related the details of threats against my life to me before. Clearly this letter was different than other threats. I spoke up, "It's troubling because this isn't just a vague, unsupported account. Clearly he has been watching me. These are incredibly detailed descriptions of my days."

Aaron nodded. "Yes, and we had no idea anyone was watching. Even more troubling: we have no idea who he is."

"We don't have any leads?" I asked. "There wasn't any identifying information on the envelope?"

He shook his head. "We're looking into how it got here and who sent it through the mail. But with a simple stamp, it could have been dropped off by any person at any mailbox." Emily exhaled loudly, bringing her fingers up to her mouth to chew on her nails.

"How worried do I need to be?" I asked feeling queasy. If Aaron was worried about this, then I was too.

"I don't want you to worry. And I know this isn't your job, but I'm asking that you pay a bit more attention to your surroundings over the next few weeks. Also, think over the next few days if you've seen the same person at events or even around the White House. Or anyone who looks out of place. Clearly this person has had a lot of access to you, but we're going to do our best to change that."

I bit my lip. "Am I in danger?"

"No," Aaron assured at the same time Emily said, "Absolutely not."

"We won't let anything happen to you," Emily swore. I had an uneasy feeling after reading the letter that her promise wasn't one she could keep. We didn't know anything about this guy, and he knew everything about me and how to evade the very service created to prevent exactly this situation.

"Further, Prentiss will be with you all day now. I know you hate this, and we had trouble with this when you were first elected, but you will never be alone. At least until we catch this guy."

"Is that such a good idea?" I asked, eliciting an eye roll from Emily. She likely expected my response.

"I know you don't think you need for people to know where you are, but-"

I cut him off. "It's not that. It's incredibly annoying that I am never alone anymore, but I get it. I'm over - well, mostly over - the fact that I'll never be alone again. I just meant, is it such a good idea for my chosen shadow to be Emily." She scoffed at this. As much as I'd love to have Emily with me all day, it seemed dangerous.

"What do you mean?" Aaron asked. "I thought you'd want it to be her."

"Well, clearly this guy feels threatened by her. Though the threats were against me, he obviously views her as some sort of challenge to his access to me...or maybe even a competitor for my affections."

Aaron sat back, contemplating what I said. "I'll take it under advisement."

"Hotch!" Emily objected. His stern glance at her shut her down.

"Just think about it. I'm obviously most comfortable with her, so that's what I'd prefer," I stated to appease her.

"If not Prentiss, then myself or Morgan. I don't trust anyone else right now." Clearly he was keeping something to himself. But I was done for the night. It was late, and this rattled me.

Emily and I waked back to the residence together and I wished I could grab her hand. Lines of the letter echoed around my mind. Watching you watch her makes me sick. You're mine. Despite Aaron's statement that he didn't want me to worry, I couldn't shake the apprehension. It shrouded me like a storm cloud. Rationally, I knew nothing had changed in the last fifteen minutes. I was in just as much danger as I had been before I walked into Aaron's office. This guy had been watching me for months. I watch and wait for the day when your skin is mine to bruise. But simply knowing that he was watching increased my paranoia.

My mind swirling around the letter, I walked home in a trance. I will watch over you until the day I die, but you pay me no attention. When the door of the residence closed behind us, Emily immediately grabbed my arm to pull me closer to her. "Baby, I don't want you to worry about this. I'm going to investigate it," Emily assured me. "You don't have to worry. I'll make sure you're safe." You won't be safe until you're alone with me, my darling.

I looked up at her with concerned eyes. "I'm worried about you too, Emily," I related, my brow furrowed. "What if he's so obsessed with me and he kills you to get closer to me? Maybe he views you as such a threat, he feels he has to...eliminate that threat." The thought made me sick. I'll make sure we're alone together soon, sweetheart.

She shook her head before I had even finished. "Not even an option, baby. You can't get rid of me that easily."

My mind flashed back to when she had been shot just months before. The scar beneath her shirt was still pink, healing. "It's not so crazy, Em. I almost lost you once..." I pointed out. She cupped my face, looking at me with sympathy and sorrow. She didn't have a response for that. Even she could see that I was right; it was something we should consider. Something niggled at the back of my mind. It felt like something was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't quite put the pieces together.

"I don't want you worrying about this, please, baby," she repeated. "Let me worry about this." I looked up at her and nodded. I'd let her take this weight off my shoulders for now.

"Okay," I agreed. She leaned down to kiss me softly, but my mind was distracted - I couldn't get into it. Though normally her kiss was a salve for all ailments, tonight it did little to ease my anxiety. She wound her arms around me, and I willingly snuggled in. Her scent calmed me slightly. I was safe in her arms. Always.

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May 2026

Over the next few weeks I really did try to stay vigilant, like Aaron had asked me. But everyone seemed normal, friendly. No one raised any red flags. Everyone around me was authorized to be there. I didn't see any repeat faces at events. Everything seemed usual. Ultimately, nothing came of it. I relegated the letter and my anxieties to the back of my mind. I had more pressing matters to attend to. This was Aaron and Emily's job. I needed to devote my finite mental space to other things.

The crisis in Eastern Europe was growing more unstable. I feared we'd have to send more troops to Georgia to help save their lives. But doing so would cost American lives. It's the only reason I hadn't done so yet. I was trying to find the right balance between preserving our troops' safety and helping those in need. Russian sanctions were not working. Putin wasn't taking my calls anymore - all negotiations abandoned as soon as I left Moscow back in March.

Additionally, I needed to choose a nominee for the open seat on the Supreme Court. The conservatives were outraged I announced I would only be looking at POC candidates. But they had over a hundred years of solely white men as justices. It was time for a little diversity in our legal system.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened. And though Aaron had specifically requested I keep a sharper eye on my surroundings, enough time passed to where I completely forgot about the letter and his request. I became entirely focused on my work once again. Time passing disarmed me. It was almost like I had never read the letter. I dropped my guard.

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winterscaptain · 3 years

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long shot.

Aaron Hotchner x Gender Neutral Reader a joyful future fic - no context required

a/n: this is in response to this ask in kind of a loose way, and also fulfills kiss prompt #6 (on a falling tear). i sat down and wrote this all in one sitting this weekend and it makes me smile SO MUCH. tell me what you think! i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it :) this one takes place in au!december 2012

words: 2.3k warnings: alcohol use/mention, allusions to sex, language

summary: “i couldn’t have dreamed you into existence because i didn’t even know i needed you. you must have been sent to me.” - kamand kojouri

It’s a rare early night off in December and you all make the ill-advised choice to go to the bar closest to the base for some drinks and dancing, completely forgetting that academy graduation is tomorrow.

There’s part of you that feels aged by the whole thing. Even newly-minted agents your own age look fresh-faced and about a decade younger than you feel.

When you all walk in, there’s a bit of a hush, a lull, in the conversations around you. You find eyes on you from all directions and realize your faces are familiar ones, and in the case of Aaron and Dave, almost-famous ones.

Aaron pulls you further into him, almost shielding you with his body as you navigate through the crowd that parts before you. It seems like an eternity before you find a table, but Derek, Aaron, and Spencer hold down the fort while the rest of you manage drinks. Strategic postings at either end of the bar is likely going to get you the best return, so you fan out accordingly.

It’s unsurprising in the least when the bartenders make a beeline for you all, getting your orders down and drinks started over the shouts of NATs - many of them already blasted with three or four shots under their belt.

While you wait, you can still feel a fair few pairs of eyes on you. You meet one pair, set in the face of a rather handsome new agent about your age. He smiles at you, and you shift your eyes away from him, your expression unmoving.

He apparently takes that as invitation enough. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot him as he winds his way to your side.

You meet Aaron’s eyes across the room, and there’s a smile in them. You offer the smallest twitch of your lips and a wink. Watch this.

Oh, I’m watching, his eyebrows say.

“Hi.” The young agent finally reaches your side and offers his hand. You take it. “Agent Mark Sullivan.”

You smile thinly and introduce yourself. “So, I take it you’ve just received an assignment?”

He laughs, making an attempt at charm. “Alright. You’re a profiler,” he says with confidence. “What gave me away?” It’s a challenge.

It’s also a long shot. A really really long shot.

There were plenty of people in the vicinity that would be reeled in by his warm smile and handsome jawline, but your fine man (currently sprawled back in his chair with an arm on the back of the chair and a hand over his mouth to cover his smile) stands head and shoulders above the rest, sometimes literally.

“Well,” you start, making a show of eyeing him from head to toe, “Your papers are still in your pocket and you’ve left your ID tag on, against academy and bureau regulations.”

He startles and snatches it off his lapel, tucking it into his pocket.

With a little smile, you soothe his embarrassment - it’s a play only designed to endear yourself to him. “It tells me you’re proud, excited. I felt the same way when I received my assignment and credentials. It’s a significant accomplishment.”

You can’t quite tell in the irregular darkness in the room, but he looks almost like he’s blushing. “Thanks.” He collects himself after a moment, putting his bravado back on.

Your eyes flicker to Hotch once, twice. He’s still watchful. Amused.

“So, I was lucky enough to see your lectures with the BAU and I must say...it’s impressive.”

He says that like it’s some kind of validation.

I need validation from this clown like I need a hole in the head.

“Thanks. I’m usually rather modest, but I think it’s alright to say the BAU is a very fine unit.” If you’re honest, you’re talking about one particular unit chief’s...um...unit, specifically, but that’s neither here nor there.

He smirks. “What would you say if I told you I got a placement on one of the BAU teams?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Really? That’s quite the accomplishment.” A pair of arms wind around you and a kiss is pressed to your temple.

It would also be a lie.

You smile and flip in Aaron’s arms, completely ignoring poor Mark. “I was just getting you a drink,” you explain, gesturing vaguely to the bar behind you.

“I see. Did you get me -”

“Double scotch, neat, aged at least fifteen years? Yes, sir.”

He smiles. “You know me so well.”

“I sure do.” You pull him down by his tie and plant a firm kiss on his lips and shove him off with a smile. “Go. Sit. I’ve got it.”

You turn back to Mark with a breathless sort of laugh. Aaron always makes you feel a little flushed and you’re happy to play it up for the benefit of the moment. “Sorry about that.”

Mark, you find, is reconsidering his strategy. His face, while still outwardly warm, harbors a kind of calculated look to it that would almost be funny if you weren’t so eager to see what kind of trick he’d pull next. “So, Hotchner?”

“What about him?”

Mark shrugs. “I dunno. Doesn’t he have a kid?”

You nod. “Yep.”

“And he’s a widower, right?”

“Yes.”

Mark laughs a little. “Wouldn’t it be kinda nice to, I dunno, have some fun for a little while?”

You frown at him, and your drink arrives at the hands of the frazzled bartender. You pull the fifty from your sleeve and pass it to him with a smile. After a sip, you ask. “What do you mean?”

“It seems like a lot to take on, you know?” He backpedals upon seeing your squint. “I mean, I’m sure he’s a great guy, but wouldn’t it be nice to have someone...I dunno -” He restores his confidence and leans on the bar. Again, his moves would probably work on someone else, but you were a lost cause. “- easier?”

Aaron’s scotch arrives. You pick it up in your free hand and shrug somewhat breezily. “Maybe.”

You brush past him, leaving Mark a little confused and a bit stunned. When you return to the table after much jostling, you take a seat right on Aaron’s lap and pass him his drink, reclining in his arms. Scanning over the crowd, Mark’s frowning face sticks out like a sore thumb and you try not to look too smug.

Other than Rossi, the rest of the team is already out on the dance floor, so you know Aaron doesn’t mind having you close.

He sets his scotch down and wraps his arms around you kissing the underside of your jaw. You lean into his touch and smile.

There’s nothing easier than this.

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There’s something a bit sulky about Aaron when you settle next to him in bed. You squint at him, looking for his eyes as they follow the loose pattern on the bedspread.

“Hey.” You bump his shoulder with yours. “What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head a little, still not meeting your eyes. “Nothing. Just thinking.”

With a roll of your eyes, you throw the covers off and sling a leg over him, straddling his thighs. You tap your palms on his pecs on-beat with your begging. “Come on. Tell me tell me tell me tell -”

“Jesus, alright!” He cuts you off with two hands over yours, his thumbs running fondly over your knuckles. “I just…” He huffs, already a little frustrated with himself for feeling put out.

You slide your hands out from underneath his, running up over his collarbones and shoulders to find the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I couldn’t help but overhear…”

You let all your breath out in a huff. “Oh, Aaron. He’s a stupid NAT who knows the only way to come after you is to come after your history.” You kiss his cheek and tuck into him. “He was trying to be a big-dick boy and it didn’t pay off for him.”

There’s a halfhearted laugh from underneath you, and his hands wander across your back. “He is right, though. It would be easi-”

“If you say ‘easier,’ Aaron Hotchner, I’m going to lose my shit.”

He sighs, and you pull back, tipping his chin up with a finger.

“Hey. I love Jack. He is not an added weight in my life. He does not make my life harder in any way. Your son,” you emphasize with taps on his lips, “is the light of my life and I wouldn’t ever want to be without him.”

Aaron’s eyes get a little misty. For his sake, you ignore it and continue.

“I never feel like a replacement for Haley. I’ve never once minded leaving room for her in our lives because she’s my friend and I love her and I love you. I loved you before we lost her and I’ve loved you long after. This baggage keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground.”

Aaron takes a deep breath, and his voice has the smallest of wavers when he speaks. Before he even starts, you concede to let him share what he’s feeling, if only to rebut it. “But you could - you could have so much. You could have someone ten or fifteen years younger who - I don’t know - could do things with you that thirty-somethings do. You wouldn’t have to spend your weekends at soccer games or your evenings rubbing Icy Hot on my bad knee or dealing with me on rough pain days or raising your voice because I can’t hear shit on my right side.”

He shakes his head, and you brush the tears that fall with your thumbs. “You could have - You deserve, so much more...” The rest of his words go unspoken, but you hear them anyway.

You deserve so much more than me.

Your eyes sting and you blink rapidly, letting your tears wet your lashes. Leaning forward, you kiss away his remaining tears, shifting your weight to wrap your legs around his waist and get as close as you can.

With your head on his left shoulder, you whisper, “Aaron, I don’t want someone ten or fifteen years younger. I don’t care what I’m doing on my evenings and weekends because I get to spend them with you.”

You pause for a moment. “And, I don’t need boys. I’m done with boys.”

You lean back, looking him square in the eye, or at least trying to. “I have a man who has silver in his hair because he worries and is in his mid-forties and it doesn’t fucking matter. I have a man who is the subject of so many crushes and fantasies at the academy it makes me want to vomit.” You laugh a little at your own joke, but he’s still focused on the seam of your shirt at your collar. Changing gears, you bring your hands to the sides of his neck, feeling his pulse jump under your thumbs.

“I have no need for boys because I have a man who treats me with kindness and respect. A man who is thoughtful, who isn’t afraid of himself. A man who knows himself, who loves his son, who invited me into his life when he didn’t have to because he’s brave.”

A couple more tears fall down your cheeks and you frame his face with your hands. “You love better and more courageously than anyone I have ever known.”

You sniffle a little. “Aaron, honey...I love you. I wouldn’t want anything else, or anyone else, for my life, to be my partner, my best friend, the person I love. Odds have it that you’ll be my husband and the father of any other kids we might acquire and that we’ll grow even older and grayer together.”

You let a little facetious smirk cross your lips. “And I’d like you to look at me and tell me I’d be happy with some dickhead named Mark with a business degree who wears shoes well-outside his pay grade.”

That does it.

Aaron smiles and pulls you to him with a hand at the back of your head. Your lips meet and you can taste the saltwater, but it doesn’t matter.

He pulls back to look at you, and he really looks at you. His eyes roam hungrily over your face as if trying to memorize every line and curve and lash and budding wrinkle he finds there.

You simply melt in the dark brown of his eyes, watching him take his time.

Even then, as you expected, there is some doubt - not in you, of course, but in him. “Really?”

“Really.” You hold up your fist between your faces, pinky extended. “Pinky promise.”

He smiles a little and links your pinkies together, twisting your hands to kiss your knuckles. Your hands drop into your lap and another little smile crosses your face.

“What?” He asks.

You shrug. “I’m also thinking about how thirty-something-year-old boys absolutely suck in bed. I can pretty much guarantee that you’re better at - well, just about everything.”

He closes his eyes and smiles, looking the picture of a happy house cat in the sun. You draw closer, running your nose along his. He leans toward you and captures your lips again.

The next few hours? Don’t worry. They’re spent proving your point.

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arrowflier · 3 years

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I wish you would write a fic where...Uncle Mickey buys Franny her first legal beer. 🙍‍♂️👩‍🦰🍻🖤

Ooh, yes!!! Thank you thank you I love this idea. Here goes:

"You ready for this, little Red?" Mickey asks as he holds open the door to the fancy North side bar.

"I'm not that little anymore, you know," Franny points out, laughing as she brushes past him and reaching over to shove at his shoulder. He blusters, tries to slap her away, but one stride and she's already out of reach. She’s taller than him, now, having inherited a height that puts her closer to Ian and Fiona than her own mother, and it’s so easy to take advantage of when it comes to her Uncle Mickey.

"Still can't believe you picked this place," she remarks as she enters the room more fully, and searches for a pair of free stools.

Mickey walks past her, aiming for the end of the long bar where a couple of beanie-wearing, bearded hipsters were just clearing out. They're moving a little slow, but they pick up the pace when he stops and stares at them, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. He nods when they scatter, then kicks a stool out for Franny and takes a seat himself.

"Yeah, well, you're legal now kid," he says as she settles in. He raises a hand to catch the attention of the bartender. "Gotta go somewhere you're gonna get carded, doesn't count if it's your damn uncle who's been sliding you beer under the bar since you were 10."

Before she can respond, the bartender is there, a handsome man twisting a dish towel between his hands as he gives them a nod and a smile.

"What can I get for you folks?" he asks.

"Two beers," Mickey says shortly.

"Alright," the bartender agrees. "Well, we've got a few options on tap, some nice local microbrews, and a new strawberry cider that's pretty popular. What exactly are you looking for?"

As he talks, Mickey's face progresses through a series of expressions that Franny is intimately familiar with from years of seeing him in public (or seeing him interact with Uncle Lip). She knows what's coming, so she gets there first.

"Just beer," she answers dryly, and is rewarded with an almost proud look from her favorite grumpy uncle.

Their bartender catches it too, and winks at her. "Two just beers, then, comin' right up."

He grabs two glasses from beneath the bar, pulls them pints from the closest tap, and slides them on over. Franny catches hers easily, but Mickey grabs her arm before she can bring it to her lips. She glances at him, confused, but his eyes aren't on her.

"Yo barkeep," he barks, and the man spins to face them again with an easy grin that falters as he meets Mickey's hard eyes.

"Uh," he tries. "Everything ok?"

Franny would like to know that, too.

"No, everything ain't ok," Mickey grouses. "You gonna give the kid a beer just like that?"

The bartender looks confused, and Franny doesn't blame him.

"Uncle Mick," she says with a roll of her eyes, "You literally just ordered for me." She gives the bartender a comisserating smile. "Give this man a break."

"He should still do his damn job," Mickey tells her.

"Hey man, sorry," the bartender interrupts, hands raised. "Let me guess, the big 21?" He directs that last to Franny, who nods.

"Well, I don't know if I believe that," he challenges with a raised brow. "Think I'm gonna need to see some ID, hun."

Mickey smirks at Franny when she gives him a look what you've done expression. She digs out her license anyway and passes it over, watches the man scrutinize it, then accepts it back gracefully and stares Mickey down as she finally takes a long sip of her beer.

The bartender doesn't leave, though, and Mickey's smirk falls right of his face when he reveals why.

"Gonna need yours too, big guy," the bartender says with a grin, leaning forward over the bar.

Mickey's brow rises, and Franny thinks hers must, too.

"The fuck?" Mickey asks.

"Well," the bartender starts, "I thought you were her old man, but if you're not..." He shrugs.

Franny stifles a laugh at the sight of Mickey's face as he grumbles and digs in his pocket for ID. The bartender takes it from him, their hands brushing.

Franny narrows her eyes at the stranger when he takes a minute too long to peruse the details. The man starts to idly flip the little card back and forth, eyeing her uncle through his admittedly long lashes, and she almost chokes on the next sip of her beer.

"Hmm, pretty young to be her uncle," the bartender muses aloud.

Mickey looks confused. "Uh, not really man," he offers, reaching a hand out for his ID. "Gonna give me that back, or fuckin fondle it some more?"

The bartender giggles.

"I don't know," he says with false uncertainty, tapping Mickey's ID against full pink lips. "Think I might have some follow-up questions." He flashes white teeth at them. "You know," he continues, "after my shift."

Mickey looks completely lost, so Franny steps in.

"My Uncle Ian might have something to say about that," she offers with a giggle, taking another sip from her pint glass.

"Yeah?" the bartender responds. "And why should his brother get a say?"

Franny can't hold it back anymore, and snorts into her beer, shaking with laughter.

Her Uncle Mickey finally seems to be catching on, an award-winning scowl forming on his face.

"My brothers are all in jail," he shares gruffly, watching the bartender's eyes widen. "Ian is my husband. And last time a guy came on to me in this place, Ian laid him the fuck out."

"Wait, what?" Franny asks, beer glass smacking down on the bartop. The bartender is backing up, tossing Mickey's ID down with frantic apologies, but she isn't paying attention to him anymore.

"Nothing kid," Mickey says lightly, waving her off, but she isn't deterred.

"Nuh-uh," she says with a shake of her head. "You gotta tell me now. You guys have been here before?"

He groans into his own, still-untouched drink. "It was a long time ago, kid. Before we got married."

Franny stares. "No way," she breathes out. "Are you telling me this is the place where--"

Mickey sighs. "Where he proposed, yeah," he admitted. "After we knocked out each other's dates." He took a moment to glance around the room. "Surprised the place is still here, really."

Franny desperately wants to hear more, but they're interrupted by a different man behind the bar, this one wearing a manager's lanyard and twisting his hands together nervously.

"Are you Mickey Milkovich?" the new arrival asks cautiously.

"Yeah," Mickey answers slowly. "What's it to ya?"

The manager gulps audibly. "I'm...I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir," he manages to spit out. "I'm afraid you're still banned from this establishment."

Mickey starts to curse, and Franny almost falls off her stool laughing. When they're escorted out a moment later, she claps a hand on his shoulder.

"Only you, Uncle Mickey," she gets out between chuckles. "Only you."

He shrugs her off with a grumble, but she can see him smiling.

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