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Tell Me Again

Part of the ANBU Series Prev → Next

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, mild dubcon (power imbalance), degradation, oral sex (male receiving), cum swallowing, spanking, vaginal fingering, (very light) ass-play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, overstimulation, praise kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, possessive!Kakashi, POV reader

Word Count: 6.2k

Summary: Kakashi finds himself in an uncomfortable situation after his authority is called into question.

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Following closely on Kakashi’s heels, you hurried through the corridor with your teammates at your flank. The Hokage had summoned Team Ro for an urgent mission, but so far, that was all the information you had. It must be something highly classified if the ninja who’d delivered your summons hadn’t been informed of its contents.

The door was closed when your team arrived. Kakashi knocked and announced your presence. “Team Ro, reporting for duty, sir.”

The Hokage’s voice answered from inside. “Come in.”

Kakashi opened the door and entered first, followed immediately by Tenzō. You were right behind them, and when you entered, you were surprised to find not only Lord Hiruzen, but the leader of the Root faction of ANBU, Danzō Shimura.

You’d heard some dark rumors about him, but you’d never really seen proof of any of it. His high standing with the Hokage was also a point of confidence in his favor. Still, you didn’t like the way both Tenzō and Kakashi tensed as soon as they crossed the threshold. It wasn’t the way a shinobi would stand at attention while being addressed by a superior. There was an undercurrent of discomfort…and wariness.

“Thank you for getting here so quickly,” Hiruzen said, either not noticing the strange tension or choosing to ignore it. “I’ll get right to the point. I need the four of you to assist one of Root’s squads.”

Kakashi responded with the barest of nods. “Sir.”

Danzō stepped forward. “A few of my soldiers have been attempting to assassinate a man who poses a threat to the Leaf. Originally, we planned to do it quietly of course, but my team hasn’t been able to find an opening. We need a diversion to separate some of the man’s guards from him.”

“And we’re to be that diversion?” Kakashi answered, sounding less than pleased with the situation.

“My men are led by a shinobi under the codename Hinoe,” Danzō continued without acknowledging Kakashi’s question. “He will give you the orders when you arrive. This map will show you how to get to their location.”

Danzō held out a scroll that Kakashi accepted and opened immediately. As he looked over the route, Lord Hiruzen cleared his throat. “Memorize that and leave it behind,” the Hokage requested. “And Kakashi?”

“Yes, Lord Hokage?”

“The Root squad is taking the lead on this. I trust that you will defer to Hinoe’s command.”

Professional and cool as he was, you still noticed your captain bristle. “Of course, sir.”

“Well, no time to waste,” Danzō announced. “It shouldn’t take you more than a day to reach them. Better get moving.”

⁂

All told, the journey didn't take as long as expected. The team was making extremely good time—almost like Kakashi wanted to prove that he was better than the Root director’s prediction.

The destination was a small farming village in the southeast region of the Land of Fire. Neither Danzō nor Lord Third had explained exactly how the man in this village was threatening Konoha, but it was not your place to question the mission.

Upon arriving at the destination, Kakashi directed the team to stay out of sight until contact with Root was confirmed. You, Tenzō, and Yūgao trailed behind your Captain in the shadows as he clandestinely searched for the man Danzō had described.

Finally, Kakashi gave the signal for the three of you to come out.

Hinoe was a tall man, with dark, messy hair and a large build. From what you could tell, he was a bit taller than your captain, but the hood of his cloak was up, so your judgment wasn’t perfect. He wore his porcelain mask, which resembled a tiger. Though you couldn’t see his eyes, you felt like you could sense his appraising gaze as he took a pause before allowing your team into the Root squad’s hideout.

They had set up in an abandoned building not far from the center of town. The way the Hinoe explained it, there was currently a small faction in the process of overtaking the village to control production and distribution of their crops with the larger goal of negotiating for power within the Land of Fire. Many of the farmers who had resisted had been killed, leaving behind a village that was more of a ghost town.

“Alright.” Hinoe put his hands on the table in the center of the room, where they had a few scrolls laid out. “You know what you’re doing?”

“We’re here to assist under your command,” Kakashi answered diplomatically. “We were told that you need a distraction to split your mark’s defenses.”

“Be easier if I knew what you could do.”

Kakashi gave Hinoe a brief explanation of the abilities and strengths of each member of Team Ro so that the Root Captain would know how to best utilize the reinforcements. Hinoe nodded and seemed pleased to hear that you were medically trained. Apparently, the shinobi in Root were better trained in inflicting damage than healing it. Although that was generally true for all branches of the Leaf’s shinobi forces, it seemed to you like Root was neglecting a key area of shinobi knowledge.

Still, not your place to question.

“According to the intel we’ve gathered, we should have a good chance to attack tomorrow,” Hinoe continued. “You guys rest up, and we’ll fill you in in the morning.”

It was obvious that Kakashi felt Hinoe was already underestimating his squad, but he bit his tongue and deferred to the other captain, just as Lord Third had requested. “Anywhere in particular you want us to set up?”

Hinoe shrugged as he gestured to a closed door. “That room’s empty,” he smirked.

Kakashi led you, Tenzō, and Yūgao into the room without a word. You were sure that your captain would have rolled his eyes if he’d thought Hinoe was worth the energy.

The room was a decent size, but that only made it more obvious just how empty it was. Instead of furniture, you found discolorations on the floor where any furniture used to be. Tenzō shut the door and sighed. “Yeah, that’s about what I expected.”

“Do you think the place was looted in the coup?” Yūgao asked.

“That’s a possibility, but I think it’s more likely our comrades out there already took anything useful for themselves.”

“Good thing we came prepared.” Yūgao scoffed as she set down her pack with her bedroll. “I’m just gonna say it—these guys already seem like assholes.”

Some might say being an asshole came with the territory when talking about shinobi. While a lot of ninjas had reputations for their ruthlessness on the battlefield, you knew most of them to be decent people. But you also knew there were shinobi who thought their rank gave them some kind of privilege, particularly among the members of the Foundation. And with these guys, Yūgao’s assessment seemed right on the money.

“Remember, we’re just here to help them finish what they haven't been able to accomplish on their own,” Kakashi stated. “Let’s just keep our heads down and get the job done. The sooner we do that, the sooner we leave.”

⁂

Not even a day later, you were headed back. But not to Konoha; no, you were rushing back to the hideout, keeping a lookout for any enemies that might be following you. Kakashi was in front of you, carrying a wounded Hinoe on his back; one hand covering the deep gash in the Root commander’s leg to keep from leaving a trail of blood.

As soon as the three of you made it inside, Kakashi tossed Hinoe onto the nearest futon while you secured the door.

“Fuck!” Hinoe shouted, grasping at his leg. “You fucking idiot!”

“Me?? Are you kidding?!” Kakashi spat. “I'm not the one who went in without securing the area!”

“Oh shut up, Friend-Killer,” Hinoe sneered as he removed his mask. “You’ve got no room to talk.”

Kakashi tore off his porcelain mask and tossed it aside. “I told you not to go in like that!”

“Well you're not in charge here! And I told you we needed to bring one of the men in alive. The fuck were you doing electrocuting everybody?!”

“The situation was getting out of control,” Kakashi seethed. “It’s called defending my squad.”

“It’s called defying my orders! And after this report goes to the Hokage, you won't have a goddamn squad.”

You watched their shouting match from the corner of the room, too uncomfortable to take another step. With their masks gone, the rage in their eyes was fully visible. But at Hinoe’s last comment, you saw Kakashi step back; a different kind of rigidity in his stance that made you want to come to his defense, even though that would only make things worse.

It was true—Hinoe had ordered Kakashi to capture the insurgent leader’s right-hand man. But the plan had fallen apart from the jump. Hinoe had gone off-script and rushed in, sparking a fight that almost immediately devolved into chaos. And with Konoha’s joint forces separated into three-man units, there was no one but you and Kakashi to salvage the situation.

Outnumbered nearly three to one, the situation looked dire—until Kakashi stepped in with his signature jutsu and saved all three of you from being killed…or worse.

He was a one-man army; the strongest shinobi in the Leaf by a mile. Yet Hinoe’s influence with Danzō could ruin him.

“Oi, Medic.”

You quickly turned your head from Kakashi to Hinoe, worried that you were now the subject of his ire. If he could ruin Kakashi, he could make it like you never existed in the first place.

“Yes sir?”

Hinoe gestured to his leg, indignantly drawing your attention to the deep gash and the blood stain that was soaked into the fabric of his pants. Your eyes flashed back up to his impatient face. “Gonna do something about this or not?”

“O-of course.” You made your way over to him and knelt down beside him, focusing your healing chakra and channeling it into the wound. Maybe, if you could heal him quickly, his anger would diminish and you could save Kakashi some aggravation.

Hinoe shifted his weight, sharply sucking air through his teeth at the sting of your chakra. Groaning, he leaned forward until his face was nearly pressed into your neck. When he breathed in again, you could feel the air being pulled into his lungs.

“Hmmmmm. You smell good…” He inhaled again, then audibly gnashed his teeth together right by your ear. “Good enough to eat.”

You stiffened at his unexpected, inappropriate behavior. The chakra flow in your hands stuttered enough for him to notice. Instead of taking your reaction for the discomfort that it was, he smirked.

“Think I could use someone like you,” he smugly chuckled. “Sure Danzō can arrange your transfer.”

“That’s enough.” Kakashi was suddenly standing behind you with his hand on your shoulder. The shock caused your chakra flow to completely stop. You looked up at him, but his fierce gaze was locked onto your patient. “The bleeding has stopped. I take it you’ll survive.”

Before the other man could respond, Kakashi pulled you to your feet and led you to the other room, slamming the door behind him.

“Captain Kakashi—”

“Do you want that?” he barked, clenching his fists at his sides.

“Want what?”

“Reassignment.” He gritted his teeth. “A new captain.”

A new captain? The idea sent your stomach into your throat. “No!”

Kakashi relaxed his fists, but still held his inflexible posture. “No?”

“No,” you pleaded. “You’re my captain. I want to stay with you.”

For the next second, he just stared at you—both eyes open. You’d seen Kakashi use his Sharingan in battle, but you’d never had it trained on you. It was invasively hypnotic, making you feel beyond exposed; like you’d been stripped not only of your clothes but your skin as well.

“Tell me that again.”

His words were delivered with as much authority as any other command he’d given. But when you complied, you responded more to the hint of vulnerability that he hadn’t been able to hide. “I want to stay with you, Captain—Kakashi.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “That’s what you want?” You nodded, and watched that vulnerability in his eyes be replaced by relief, then quickly replaced again with hunger. “Show me.”

He pushed you down with his full strength against your shoulder, forcing you down to your knees in front of him. His eyes were both dark and piercing as he looked down at you. “Show me how badly you want to stay with me.”

Your breathing turned shallow as your gaze shifted to his lap, where his deft fingers worked to free himself. Saliva gathered in your mouth and your heart hammered against your ribcage. You couldn’t help but want him, but in the back of your mind you wondered if this was the time or the place.

Holding his half-hard dick in one hand, Kakashi extended the other and put two fingers under your chin to tilt your head up.

“Eyes on me, Y/N.”

He lined the head of his cock up with your waiting mouth, using his grip on your chin to pull you slowly forward. “Eyes. On. Your. Captain.”

Who were you kidding? Time and place didn’t matter to you. Only Kakashi did.

You nodded and started licking at the veins on the underside of his cock as he forced himself deeper. “That’s it.” He took his hand from your chin and placed it on the side of your head. “Show me what you're willing to do to make me keep you around.”

Kakashi watched as you worked your way further and further down his long shaft, keeping your eyes wide open and trained on his face. The taste of the sweat on his skin filled your mouth. He was still warm and worked up from the fight, and the sharp scent of him had you feeling tipsy and impatient. You wanted to press your nose against his skin and worship him any way he wanted you to.

Eagerly, you used your tongue to spread your saliva over your lips, easing your journey forward. You let the head of his cock slip into your throat, relaxing your muscles and taking him to the hilt, despite how big and overwhelming he was. Your desire for him had you pliant and accommodating, getting you exactly where you wanted to be.

“All the way on the first try?” he cooed. “Such a whore.”

Pink heat dusted your cheeks and you glanced away. He reached down and grabbed you by the front of your neck.

“Hold it. And keep looking at me,” he demanded. “Look at who you're on your knees for. Don’t you forget.”

You locked your eyes back on his face, swallowing around him and taking a deep breath through your nose for a fresh hit of his scent.

“That’s my girl.” His thumb pressed into your throat, forcing your muscles to tighten. It triggered your gag reflex and left you choking and sputtering around him. Through it, you fought to keep your eyes on his, blinking away the building tears.

“Take it, Y/N. That's right. Mmm, you're doing so good for me.”

Drool leaked out of your mouth and ran down your chin. Your lips trembled at the base of his dick, stretched to their limit and begging to move. But he held you still, just watching as you submitted to him.

He smiled behind his mask and tugged you forward by his continued hold on your throat. “You want more room to move?”

You hummed in agreement, but the sound was lost in a wet, garbled mess.

“Maaaa, you should have said so.” Kakashi chuckled and released your neck, pulling back just enough to give you space to breathe. “Go on. Be a good girl and suck until I cum.”

You immediately craned your neck forward to slide your lips all the way down to his pelvis. His cock twitched in your throat and you gagged again, but you grabbed his thighs for stability and bobbed your head back and forth, searching for a tenable rhythm.

“Fuck, you don't even care if you choke on it,” he moaned. “Such a little slut. You'll do anything to make my cock feel good.”

Kakashi put his hands on either side of your head, holding you in a rather gentle contrast to the way his hips thrust back and forth.

“I'm the only one you're this good for, aah? I’m the only one you're such a desperate slut for.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed and blinked up at him, letting the vibrations in your throat tease him as you licked and sucked.

“That's it.” Kakashi indulgently sighed, letting his head fall back and his shoulders slump. “Keep sucking, baby. Only for me.”

You dug your fingers into his muscular thighs, bobbing your head along his full length to be sure you stimulated every inch. Even though he had broken eye contact, you still looked up at him, hoping he would praise you for continuing to follow orders.

Not to mention, the man was just absolutely gorgeous—selfishly using you for every ounce of pleasure and self-satisfaction you could provide, feeding both his sex drive and his ego. Seeing him in the throes of losing himself drove you out of your mind with lust. You were confident enough in your rhythm to take one of your hands away from his leg and tuck it between your own, touching yourself for some much-needed relief. But no sooner had your toes curled than Kakashi grabbed your upper arm and pulled your hand away from yourself.

“Don't,” he growled. “That pussy is mine. Don't you dare touch my property.” You whined, but he took no pity on you, instead tangling his hands into your hair on either side of your head. “That little clit isn't getting touched until you make me cum.” Kakashi tugged your hair as he started pistoning his hips into you. Your hands both desperately grasped for his thighs again. “Your Captain gets off first this time, Y/N,” he huffed. “I’m your Captain. You do this for me, and me only.”

His hands held you firmly in place, a vise you couldn't escape from as he thrust into your mouth faster and deeper, barreling against the muscles inside your throat with no regard for anything but his own pleasure—staking his claim.

“Only I get to fuck this pretty face.”

He started using his grip on your head to pull you in to meet his thrusts, his pelvis colliding against your lips and leaving a mess of spit glistening in his wiry silver hairs. You watched him through the tears in your eyes. His face was redder than it had ever gotten from sparring or training. Kakashi was focusing all his energy; all his frustration into using you like it was your only purpose to offer him relief.

Suddenly, he whined out as you felt sticky, salty fluid coat the inside of your throat. Kakashi’s fingers dug into your scalp to trap you tight against him. You gagged, shocked by the sheer volume of it, dripping down your throat and blocking your airways.

“Swallow it,” he gasped. “Fucking swallow it, Y/N.”

The pulse at the base of his cock beat against your lower lip. He twisted your hair around his fingers and held your face against his pelvis as another spurt joined what you hadn’t yet managed to handle. You felt a fat tear roll down your cheek as you swallowed yet again.

“Good girl. Don't waste any. Swallow it all.” His shoulders steeply rose and fell as he worked to catch his breath, even as the last drops of his cum still wept into your mouth. “Don't you dare stop until I tell you to.”

His image was blurred through your watery eyes, but you were determined to hold eye contact while you drank his cum and watched him come down from his high. The tight creases around his eyes softened as the tension he'd been carrying all day finally subsided. Even as he began to soften in your mouth, you continued to gently work your tongue over him. You didn't want to overstimulate him, but his order was clear.

“Alright,” he panted, “enough.” He held your head in place and carefully pulled his hips back. The skin of his dick was flushed pink and sensitive, but that didn't stop you from wanting to lunge forward and cover him in kisses from knees to navel.

It seemed your attention had wandered from where Kakashi wanted it. He tugged upward on your hair just enough to bring your eyes back to his. “Stay right where you are.”

He raised an eyebrow in warning, then let go of your hair, watching to be sure you would obey. As a display of your loyalty, you made sure not to move a muscle.

Kakashi grinned, then grabbed the pillow off his bedroll and tossed it on the floor beside you. He kicked it to bring it a little closer to where he’d been standing, then knelt down on it. He tucked his calves beneath him and settled down with his muscular thighs forming a nearly flat surface. Then, grabbing you by the hair, he yanked you over his lap and bent you forward, arranging you across his thighs with your ass in the air.

“We’re not done. Once isn’t gonna be enough this time.” Kakashi tugged your shirt over your head with one hand and shoved your pants and panties down with the other. His hand rubbed a circular pattern over your exposed ass. “Clearly, I haven’t left enough of a mark on you.”

Kakashi drew back his hand and brought it down on the round flesh of your ass, a loud SMACK resounding through the room. It wasn’t exactly a surprise—what else could he have been planning in his position? But you jumped just the same, your nails digging into his leg.

“Hey.” He grabbed your wrists and held them against the small of your back, one crossed over the other. His left hand held them together while his right resumed its smooth motions over your tender ass.

“Now you’re going to count for me, so I can see how many times I have to spank you before my handprint is permanently on your ass.”

There was no time for you to respond before his wide palm collided with your ass again, hard enough to bring tears to your eyes. “O-one.”

“Mmmm, that was actually the second one, Y/N. Try again.”

He spanked you again, his hand landing in exactly the same spot. You winced, but the arch of your back gave away just how much you enjoyed it. “Th-three.”

“Much better.”

Another harsh spank to your ass had a high-pitched whine tumbling from your lips. You bit down to try to stifle it, used to Kakashi expecting you to be silent. Instead, he tightened his grip on your wrists and tugged backward to strain your shoulders. “Did you lose count already, stupid girl? Guess we’ll have to start ov—”

“Four!”

“Good girl.” SPANK.

“Five!” SPANK. “Six!” SPANK. “S-seven!”

He took a break, instead choosing to grope your other butt cheek. You felt his weight shift as he leaned over for a look at you. “Hmm, I think I’m starting to see it.”

After his assault, you couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a bright red imprint nearly covering your butt. Whether he was telling the truth or not, he still slapped his hand down on the sensitive flesh.

“Aah! E-eight…”

“Eyes up.”

You turned your head and looked at him through fresh tears. His hair was falling wildly over his face, his gaze piercing you like white-hot iron.

“I want an even ten,” he stated. “Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Captain Kakashi.”

“Good girl. Two more, right? Ready?”

“Mhmm.”

He hummed his approval before bringing his palm swiftly down on you, the sting making you clench your butt cheeks together. You sharply gasped but remembered your job. Panting through the delicious pain, you continued. “N-nine.”

The word was hardly out of your mouth before he repeated the action. Your sore body hadn’t expected the blow. Your back arched again, and the sound that came out of your mouth was completely pornographic.

“AAAH!! Ten!”

Kakashi released your wrists. “Look at me.”

You put your palms flat on the ground and turned to face him. His right hand resumed rubbing soothing circles over your ass, while his left hooked under your chin and pointed your face up toward his.

“My pretty little crybaby,” he smiled. “You did well. I think you deserve a reward.” He slid his hand down enough to stroke his finger between your legs. You shivered at the delicate touch while he laughed. “What's this little hole doing dripping like this? You get this wet from sucking my cock and getting spanked?”

Heat pricked your cheeks. Kakashi was exactly right, and he knew it. His index finger slid into your cunt with absolutely no resistance.

“Such a fucking whore,” he growled. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“T’you, Kakashi.”

He pushed his middle finger in with the index. “And who am I to you?”

“M-my captain…”

“That’s right. And, what’s your job?”

“Follow your orders,” you moaned. “Do whatever you say.”

“What a good little subordinate you are.” He pumped his fingers faster, angling his knuckles to scrape over the spongy area behind your clit. “Just for me, right?”

“Yes!” you cried. “Yes sir!”

His thumb gently circled the puckered flesh of your asshole. “I bet you’d let me in here too, wouldn't you? Little slut. Oh yeah, you’d just love it. Letting your Captain play with all three of your pretty holes on the same day?”

In truth, it wasn’t something you’d ever really been interested in before. But if that was what Kakashi wanted, you knew you wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He chuckled darkly. “Maybe another time.”

Kakashi put you back up on your knees, then extended his own legs in front of him. You snuck a glance between his legs where his dick was half-erect again already.

“C’mere.” He gripped your waist and pulled you onto his lap, your legs folded behind you and your back against his chest. He still wore his black undershirt, but you could feel the heat emanating from his body. Kakashi put his knees between yours and used the leverage to force yours apart, spreading your legs and giving himself access to your core.

“That’s better.”

His left forearm came across your chest, holding you against him while the fingers of his right hand glided through your folds. He spread your wetness over your skin before plunging his middle and index fingers directly back into your heat. “Pretty cunt’s so wet for me,” he teased, shifting his hips and pressing the tacky, velvety skin of his satisfied dick against your lower back.

“Hmmm, just sucking my fingers in, aren’t you?” Kakashi teased. “So eager. I’m starting to think you might like me, Y/N.”

You blushed, sure the color was spreading from your cheeks to the tips of your ears and down to your toes.

“Is that right?” he mockingly cooed at you. “You have a crush on your Captain?”

With the merciless way his fingers were abusing your most sensitive spots, you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to. Thankfully, Kakashi seemed more interested in dragging more broken whimpers from you than your confession. At least, not that confession.

“Tell me it feels good.” Kakashi groaned into your ear, rubbing tight circles behind your clit as the heel of his hand crashed against your swollen nub.

With a self-conscious whine, you dropped your head back onto Kakashi’s shoulder, grinding your hips into his hand. “Feels good…” you panted. “S-so good.”

You gripped onto his biceps as an anchor. The muscles were flexed and firm, his full strength keeping you plastered to his chest as he pumped his fingers in and out, scissoring them and stretching you to the point of tears again.

“Mmmm, filthy girl. Getting fingered by your Captain like a common whore. Making a mess.” Kakashi started pistoning his fingers faster and faster, obscene squelching noises coming from between your legs as your arousal slicked your entrance and his long digits. “But you love getting treated like a little slut, don't you? Love being my personal toy.”

Tightness built in your lower stomach, more insistent and urgent than you were used to. Mindlessly, you grabbed for his wrists and threw your hips forward, chasing the relief that was just out of reach while Kakashi continued to taunt you.

“You want more, yeah? Go on. Beg for it.”

“Please! Please, Captain…”

Kakashi forced a third finger in, his callused fingertips stimulating you from inside while he pressed the rough heel of his hand into your clit. “You wanna cream all over my hand, don't you? You want me to make you cum? Cum with three of my fingers stuffed in your pussy? Gods, you're such a fucking slut for me.”

You cried out, grinding against his coarse skin and feeling that tightness focus into one point of scalding pressure that suddenly released in a flood of endorphins. You came with a high-pitched squeal, your muscles clenching down as wetness gushed from between your legs. The sensation left your body sagging against him, boneless and docile.

Kakashi carefully pulled his hand away from you, showing you the shiny mess dripping along his forearm. “Dirty fucking girl.”

The orgasm had felt different, but…squirting?! You’d never done that before—you didn’t think you were actually capable of it. “I-I…”

He hooked his arms under your thighs and lifted you enough to maneuver his hips and position his—shockingly somehow even harder than before—fully erect cock between your legs. He spread your fluids over himself, making his cock shiny and slick before rubbing it against your sensitive sex. You squirmed, and he panted the most self-satisfied moan into your ear.

“Where d’ya think you're going?” he laughed, securing his left arm around your chest again. “You said you wanted to stay with me.”

“I do—”

He shut you up when his blunt cockhead barely pushed into your hole. “Then hold still and let me have my fun.”

“K-Kakashi…”

“C’mon,” he growled. “I’m your captain, and I’m telling you to take it.”

Kakashi’s cock bullied its way between your soft folds, filling you in one stroke. You moaned as he grabbed your hips and pulled you deeper onto him until your ass was pressed into his hip bones hard enough to leave imprints. He moved his right hand to rub the last of your fluids over your clit, circling it as he started sliding you up and down his shaft. Despite the fact that you just squirted all over his arm, having him inside you just felt so good, you instinctually rocked back and forth over him, searching for even more.

“There you go,” he smirked. “Now more. Bounce on it.”

He started running his hands all over you, first smacking your flank to speed you up, then grabbing at your thighs, your waist, finally gripping your breasts and squeezing as you found the strength in your legs to work yourself up and down his dick.

“Your perfect tits, fuck.” He rolled your nipples between his fingers and began slamming his hips upward to meet your warm, wet insides. “These are mine. All of this is mine.”

“Yes—” You panted, your tongue lolling out of your mouth at the euphoric feeling of being filled and toyed with by the only man who would ever make you feel this good. “Aah, more…more please…”

“That’s it baby. Moan at how good I make you feel. Moan loud enough that that asshole comes in here and gets a good view of you. Being so needy—ruining yourself on my dick, fuuuck.”

Kakashi planted his feet and started drilling into you, not giving you a chance to consider the consequences if you were to be caught. In fact, consequences be damned—the idea of getting caught riding your captain didn’t sound so bad at all.

“Aaaah…Kakashi!”

“Maaaa, I’ll let him see. I’ll let him get one good look so that he never forgets how gorgeous you look when you get fucked. And that he can never have it. Because I’m the one you want. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes—K-kashi…”

“Mmmm I can tell. Such a tight grip on my cock. Your greedy pussy doesn't want to let me go.” Kakashi put his hand under your navel and pressed, until the bulge of his cock stood out prominently against your stomach. “You feel how deep I am?” he grunted, thrusting away and rearranging your guts. “How deep inside you I am?”

“Fuck, yes…I’m gonna—”

“I know, Y/N. I wish I could show him how pretty you look when you come apart. I could let him watch, but that feels a little too much like sharing. And I don't share my fucking things.”

He drove his cock into you, offsetting your gasps and groans with the wet plap plap plap of his balls bouncing off the backs of your thighs.

“This little hole belongs to me. And anyone else who wants it is gonna have to stick to fucking their own hand. Because all of this is for me.”

“Kakashi!”

“I want you to cum. Wanna feel your pretty little cunt squeeze down on me.”

“Haa—ah!” You renewed your grip on him, holding on for dear life as another orgasm rushed its way through your nerves.

“Fuck, cum on my cock, Y/N.” He rubbed his coarse fingers over your clit again; no longer teasing but demanding. “Cum, now. I’m not gonna fucking tell you again.”

You tumbled over the edge, shouting praise and profanity like there was no one around for miles. But you just couldn’t help it. There was no feeling you could compare to the way Kakashi made you feel. Even as he kept pulling your body down onto his dick, bruising you from inside, using your trembling walls to find his own high, you only wanted more and more of him.

“Don't stop,” he panted. “Don't stop. Fuck you get so tight when you cum. Don't fucking stop.”

Suddenly, Kakashi adjusted his hold on you to push you down onto your stomach, ass in the air and cheek pressed into the bare floor. He climbed over you like an animal, spearing your stretched-out hole, pushing your gummy walls aside to accommodate him.

“Haaaaaa make your Captain cum. That’s a good girl. That's my good little cocksleeve.” He kept one hand on your hip, making sure you stayed propped up for him while his other held your face against the ground. “Oh you’re not going anywhere. You're gonna stay with me and take this cock whenever I tell you to.”

“Yes!! Captain!!”

The new angle let him reach even deeper, every inch of his cock burying itself in your quivering pussy. Every time he bottomed out, his balls swung forward and bounced off your clit. You could only hear his skin slapping against yours, his throaty groans, his desperate gasp when his cock started throbbing inside you. You moaned and whined beneath him as you prepared yourself for him to finish and fill you with another load.

He grasped you with both hands on your waist, turning and tossing you down on your back. He slid out of you in the process, and you mewled at the unexpected empty feeling. Instantly, he was hovering over you; leaning down with one arm rigidly propping him up and the other wrapped around his edged, impatient cock.

“Again—” he panted. “T-tell me you—hah…”

His dick was red and twitching in his grip. You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking you to say, but you were happy to take your best guess.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, reaching for him and wishing you could pull him down and kiss him. “I want to be yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Y/N—” Your name escaped his lips in a wavering sound that was probably mortifying for him, but to you, it was the greatest sound you’d ever heard. His eyes locked onto yours a second before he finished, tugging down so hard that the taut skin of his cockhead was impossibly shiny as he came. The first rope forced out with so much power that it reached as high as your chin, then splattered down over your clavicle and dripped between your tits. The next pulse was only a fraction weaker, leaving a gooey white stripe from your breastbone to your navel. His hand pumped a few more times to spill a thick pool of cum on your tummy.

He’d made an absolute, filthy mess of you. But you didn’t feel filthy. You felt sexy and ecstatic and satisfied and irresistible. And the look in Kakashi’s half-lidded eyes only sweetened the entire thing.

“There…” Kakashi exhaled as his eyes roamed over you, enjoying the view of your skin coated with his spend. “Now the only thing that asshole will smell on you is me.”

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pseudoquiddity · 5 months

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For those who are fans of ты (you, informal) versus вы (you, formal or plural), there's an interesting thing that Russian-version Andrey does with those pronouns when you meet him for the first time in the Bachelor's route.

He has his English line, I'm Andrey. Andrey, not Peter; don't you dare call me that. I'm quite a quarreler - and I don't want to discredit my soulmate! and the main differences between this and the Russian are in the final and first lines. In the final line, in Russian, it's actually "I don't want you to think badly of my brother!" There's a whole 'nother line that's missing at the start though, and it's like this: "While I'm alone, you can say to me 'you.'" Which, I'd imagine, is Andrey telling Daniil that they can speak informally like friends (Daniil does, in the next line, say тебя instead of вас, the informal conjugation, and in the previous line addressed Andrey formally with вас).

But there's that funny double meaning where вы is both formal and plural, not to mention that the word for alone, here, is один, which is both "alone" and the number one.

So, if you think too hard about what Andrey is saying, he's kind of implying there's a state where he can be multiple people, and in that state when he's two and not one, refer to him in the plural. The English, I'm assuming, tries to make up for this by having Andrey say "soulmate" instead, but it's just not the same ...

#pathologic #andrey stamatin #peter stamatin #daniil dankovsky

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codingquill · 3 months

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Network switches

What’s a network switch ?

A switch is a device used in computer networks to connect multiple devices together within a single local area network (LAN). Its main role is to facilitate communication between different connected devices, such as computers, printers, servers, IP phones, etc.

It is a mini-computer which is made up of RAM, ROM, flash RAM, NVRAM, a microprocessor, connectivity ports and even an operating system.

RAM

RAM (Random Access Memory) contains the current configuration of the switch and temporarily stores the MAC address table, which is then processed by the microprocessor.

Microprocessor

The microprocessor is the heart of the switch, responsible for data processing, including switching and creating links between multiple devices.

External memories

External memories, such as flash RAM, ROM, and NVRAM (Non-Volatile RAM), store configuration files , different versions of the IOS , etc ...

Ports

The switch ports are the communication interfaces of the switch. There are several of them, generally 24 for a Cisco switch. Each port is associated with an LED which indicates its status and activity.

How does it work ?

Now how does a switch work to transfer information from one machine to another?

Suppose we have 4 machines: A, B, C and D connected to our switch in ports 1, 2, 3 and 4 as follows:

The switch only works with MAC addresses , so basically we have an empty MAC address table stored in RAM as soon as the switch starts up which looks like this :

Transmitting data from machine A to machine B happens in the following steps:

Machine A sends a frame to machine B

Once this frame arrives at port 1 (which is the one linked to A), the switch reads the source MAC address and stores it in the MAC address table

The switch reads the destination MAC address and looks for it in the table, if it is not in the table, it broadcasts to all the active machines connected to the switch except the source one.

If the port linked to the machine we want is active, it sends a response frame from which the switch reads the MAC address we were looking for (@B)

Once done, it records the MAC address of B in the table.

This process repeats until the switch reaches what is called "MAC address table stability", that is to say it knows all the MAC addresses of the connected machines and has no more need to broadcast.

Starting and configuring a switch

When it comes to booting a switch, the process is similar to that of a traditional computer system:

POST (Power-On Self Test): The switch performs proper functioning tests on all hardware.

Loading IOS (Internetwork Operating System): The switch operating system is loaded.

Loading the configuration. At this stage we have two cases:

Either the switch already has a startup configuration defined and stored in NVRAM

Either the switch is blank and it is up to us to define the startup configuration when it goes to setup mode

Switch configuration

The configuration of a switch is done through different modes, such as user mode, privileged mode and global configuration mode, which allows access to specific configuration modes, such as interface mode, routing mode, line mode, etc.

And to do all this of course you must first connect the switch with the machine via the console cable and open a terminal emulator

💡 It should be noted that the only machine that can configure the switch is the one connected to it by a console cable, the others are only hosts.

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ickadori · 4 months

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Hello!! That polyamory satosugu post is haunting my thoughts and I wish to ask:

What would be done in that situation??

If they were confronted with it, what would they say? If you broke up with them because of that hurt, would they be okay with it? Would they not miss you? Would they feel guilty?

To some degree I think you'd be a part of them as well but the question is...if you were broken from them...would they feel it?

Honestly wanna cry why you gotta do that

LOL IM SORRY 😭 it was just a silly thought that came to me <3 tbh, i haven’t really thought about it that much!

but carrying on from that post, i feel like gojo wouldn’t be able to deny it, and he probably wouldn’t even try to. in canon gojo has had his sole focus on getou, even when shoko was around them and they all seemed very close. spoiler incoming but he said that getou was his only friend and that he was pretty much alone when he died (?? correct me if im wrong), and then shoko had said smth along the lines of ‘wasn’t i there, too?’ (this probs isn’t verbatim bc i can’t really remember but i know smth along these lines were said!)

to gojo, the thought of losing getou pains him more than losing you when in a poly, but that isn’t to say he doesn’t care about you or love you as well. humans are capable of caring for and loving multiple people at once, and gojo is human… but he delegates most of his love to getou without thinking too much about.

getou did a good job at not playing favorites, but he was well aware of gojo doing it in the relationship and just chose not to address it — things had been good after all. gojo had a way of making people feel special simply by giving them an ounce of his attention, and that’s how you had been able to be pacified and fooled so long.

i feel like there would only be two routes to take. a, you leave. or b, you stay knowing what you know and try your best to adjust with knowing you’ll always be second place in their lives.

if you chose to leave they’d both be sad in the beginning, they do love you after all. getou would be more upset than gojo, because i like to think that getou had been the one to pursue you first. he had taken an interest in you right off the bat, and you had to grow on gojo for a bit, but it hadn’t taken long for him to get on board because what other alternative did he have? he wanted getou, needed him, in his life, he could make do with you, too. of course he had grown to love you over time, but he had been a bit indifferent in the beginning.

but back to my point, getou would miss you. him and gojo would probably split for some time as well because it just wasn’t the same for him. this would also lead to gojo harboring a bit of resentment towards you as well — after everything he had done to avoid this (taking you in with open arms, loving you, cherishing you, spoiling you without asking for much in return) you had still managed to take getou away from him.

eventually they’d get back together, the strings of their fate forever tangled together, and they would think of you from time to time, but they’d heal. you were, unfortunately, expendable.

now, if you chose to stay, things would not get any better for you. knowing your position in their lives, all the things you missed before would be so much clearer now. the glances between them, the inside jokes that they never cared to put you in on, the fleeting touches, the way they always seemed to fall into step beside each other while you were left to trail a little bit behind, the way they always first went to each other for advice rather than you, as if they valued each other’s opinions more than yours. it’d eat away at you over time, and you’d have to make another decision very soon.

#++ asks #omg imagine #personally i’d kill em both but that’s just me!#++ ss poly

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bonebrokebuddy · 2 years

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A TROPE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE EXPLORED MORE:

I’ve seen many fics where it hits the general story beats of: Danny gets approached by Gotham citizens. They talk to him like they know Danny but he has never seen these people before in his life. Eventually he finds out that people are mistaking him for a batkid. Eventually the look-alikes meet and they share stories of how they got confused for each other and wanted to meet the other to see who they kept getting confused for.

I’ve seen authors do this mainly with Gotham citizens or a member of the batfamily mistaking Danny for a member of the batfamily.

But I haven’t seen many examples of the reverse. An Amity Park citizen approaching a batkid thinking that they are Danny.

Imagine the possibilities. The many hcs about creepy Amity Park would mesh perfectly with this. The batkids would be massively confused and be very concerned because like,

What the fuck is wrong with these weird people who keep approaching him and asking when his parent’s wrist rays are going to go back in stock because their old one broke? Who is this “Danny” guy and why do they look enough alike for them to be mistaken for the other multiple times in one day? What the fuck is wrong with the town these guys are coming from because when they are background checked they’ve all came from this small town in Illinois? And why do these people keep thinking he’s been possessed by ghost then pull weird sci-fi looking guns out of nowhere and fire at him with weird green goo when they say they’re not Danny?

Ways this prompt could work in many different ways for different batkids with the above scenario (but if you write something about Amity Park members mistaking a batkid for Danny, please tag me i would love to read it):

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DAMIAN

Initially, the Amity Park citizen thought that Danny was doing his “spooky eye” thing but then after the kid said he wasn’t Danny, they realized it was a sign of possession. Damian isn’t possessed; he just has green eyes.

ANOTHER ROUTE:

Damian thinks that one of his clones has escaped the league of assassins and now is living a normal life in Amity. Seeking to get rid of the weaker clone, Damian goes to Amity to kill Danny. They fight but Danny tries to talk it out and eventually, after nearly being murdered in his bed multiple nights in a row, consents to DNA testing. The best part? Because Danny canonically has fucked up dna due to that “his molecules got all rearranged” so, for this, it means that Danny’s DNA is so fucked up when trying to do any testing on it, that it’s essentially unreadable. So they are never able to actually finally disprove that Danny isn’t related to Damian (who is paranoid that the birth certificates and baby photos of Danny could be elaborately faked by the league of assassins because they cannot biologically disprove that they are not related but jokes on him, they’re not actually related. They just look alike).

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TIM

Tim notes the name Amity Park and once he gets back to the batcave, he begins his research. And is then immediately concerned at the blatant digital non-existence up of the entire town. There are some news reports, a town website, articles about places to visit and restaurants to eat at. But that's it. Just articles and official websites that are oddly blank. He can find no social media posts or blogs or any online activity at all from people inside Amity Park. No tweets with the location set to Amity, no youtube channels, no school email addresses, no nothing from people within Amity.

Just complete digital silence.

Whoever was responsible was doing a pretty shitty job at hiding that they were covering up something big. And all it took was a VPN with the location set in Amity with Justice League clearance and he was in.

Amateurs.

Tim sat back as the batcomputer began compiling and sorting the previously hidden information. Five minutes into the scan, a popup appeared with the first set of interesting things about Amity. The most notable was that the town has been being attacked by monsters they called “ghosts” for over 5 years now. The second was that there was an previously undocumented organization that claimed to be government funded but with further research, it wasn’t clear which government as a little digging revealed the money to be sourced from multiple of them. The third was the Dr.s Fenton research. Research seemed to have changed from the belief that ghosts were non-sentient forms of energy fueled by their last emotions alive to the current perception of ghosts not only being sentient but there being countless and very intriguing research papers on the history, governments, and cultures from a variety of ghost societies.

The fourth popup was the surface level information on Danny Fenton. As the batcomputer would need more time to find more information. And holy shit. The guy did look like him. Well, almost. In the most recent photo that Danny posted with his friends, Tim could clearly see that there were a few differences. Namely, his build. Fenton was visibly more muscular with broader shoulders and a few inches taller. But scrolling back through the images, he found one from before Danny got his apparent growth spurt and they looked nearly identical. Sure Tim had a slightly different jawline, different eye shape with the color a different shade of blue. But Danny looked like if someone tried to draw Tim from memory. It was uncanny. But there was much larger things to worry about as a new chime from the batcomputer brought his attention and to his shock, he already had access to the ghost investigation ward’s database. There is no way that the batcomputer's program automatic searching for firewall weakness actually worked on a government clearance server. But probing around in the server, it became quickly apparent that it wasn’t easily accessible false information to give to people so they think they’ve achieved their goal. No, the automatic system actually worked and someone had left a convenient backdoor to the server that gave him access through an “Agent K’s” clearance.

There was so much data available that it quickly became clear to Tim that it would take a while to sort through it all. Glancing over the different files, Tim froze and clicked on a file labeled “Fenton-Lazarus-Agreement.pdf”. It took a while to read as the scanned contract was so compressed that it was nearly illegible. This “Ghost Investigation Ward” was planning on performing experiments combining Lazarus Water with a substance only referred to as “purified ectoplasm” to see how it affected ghosts, humans, and to see how it could be integrated into weapons that could equally affect both. Horrified, Tim began to comb through as much information as he could find. But while Agent K had clearance to know about the upcoming plans for these tests, they did not have access to any other communication about it. So, with no other easily exploitable trapdoor, Tim set to work sorting through encrypted and classified information.

No shit whoever it was left the obvious backdoor, he would too after how damn long it took to unencrypt the damn messages, it was almost inhuman how difficult it was. He had to meet the guy who hacked into the organization first. Because whoever it was, had his undying respect and he just wished that the dude got access to the rest of the database because if they were hiding it this well, it must be something really bad.

Several hours later, the lights of the batcave have long since automatically shut off. The light from the batcomputer being the only source of illumination still on, casting harsh dramatic shadows across the billions of dollars worth of equipment and trophies around him. While Tim knew he shouldn’t be down here this late because the light will disturb the natural sleep cycle of the bats within it, right now he did not care. But Tim’s attention wasn’t focused on the familiarly creepy atmosphere of the cave or the sound of the unnaturally active bats. His eyes, now red and dry from straining for hours looking at the bright light were focused on the records of communications between the Al Ghul’s glaring down at him from the screen. The unencrypted emails detailed an agreement for the exchange of “Fenton Works weapons and gadgets” in return for Lazarus water. Tim reread the emails again and again. Fenton Works. He knew that something was up. From what he recalled from the guy who shot green goo at him earlier that day, they mentioned something about “wrist rays” available for purchase by the Fentons. Guess his doppelganger was more involved in Tim’s life than he previously thought. .

After spending many days researching and compiling information, Tim was able to send a full, cohesive report to Bruce first, then the Justice League as further investigation of goings-on in the Ghost Investigation Ward and Amity Park revealed that there was much more being covered up than just the ghosts and the connection to the League of Assassins in the little midwestern town.

Tim was able to convince Bruce to let him be apart of the scouting and information gathering team when the League was cleared to investigate Amity Park. He really wanted to find the guy who was able to hack into the Ghost Investigation Ward’s security, get some Fenton Works tech incase ghost attacks ever occurred in Gotham, and to maybe meet this Danny guy and see if he can ask him if there is a way to get ectoplasm out of clothing because the last Amity Park guy who thought he was processed got a shot in and the ectoplasm stain wont come out of his favorite shirt.

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Jason

This wasn’t Jason’s first encounter with an Amity citizen, but this was the first time they landed a shot in and it hurt. The middle aged black man stood in front of Jason with his gun still raised. The man wore a light blue work polo with tan pants. The shirt was embroidered with a company logo of an “Axion Labs” in white followed by the attacker’s name, Damon Gray, embroidered in black.

Barely having any time to recover from the shot, the Gray continued his barrage of fire and yelled, “GET OUT OF DANNY YOU GHOST!” Jason narrowly dodged the rays coming at him of the weird toxic green energy that was so bright it almost flickered out of human perception. So Jason did the reasonable thing and ran. He needed to escape the barrage of bullets and couldn’t fight back in his civilian gear. Dodging into a nearby alleyway to escape the blasts, Jason jumped up in the nearby fire escape and hastily began to climb. Pain erupted from his shoulder as he looked down and saw Gray with surprising amounts of dexterity and mobility for a man around 50, easily hop up on the fire escape and continued to fire. And so the chase continued. The guy was a surprisingly good shot, as evident from the stinging pain in his back and shoulder and it was a relief when finally Jason was able to loose the attacker. But by the time he donned his red hood gear, the asshole was gone.

Unbeknownst to Jason, Damon Grey had hurriedly changed course as he realized that if he missed the meeting he flew over 800 miles to get to, his boss would kill him regardless if it was to stop a possession or not. On the train, he opened up his Amity Alert App and reported the possession and location to let the rest of the town to keep a lookout for Danny and excuse any actions he may make until the ghost is removed.

800 miles away, three alerts rung off from three phones, one with a galaxy case, one in a purple case, and one in an absolute brick of a case that looked like it would survive a nuclear blast before it let the phone inside break. Tucker looked up from his computer and went to turn the alert off before he paused. Looked back the notification then over his shoulder where Danny sat at assembling a Fenton Works device (Danny seriously regrets letting Tucker set up that online shop because now his days are mostly filled with helping keep up with the backlog of orders. His parents’ age are gaining on them and they don’t have the ability to constantly be making inventions like they used to. So, Danny does his best to help out.) with Sam working on a different order next to him. Both of them haven already turned their respective phone’s alerts off.

“Hey Danny”, Tucker called out, making Danny pause from his current task of assembling a Fenton Lipstick Blaster and turn his head to look at Tucker,

“Yeah dude?”

Holding his phone close to his face and clearly enunciating to emphasize the message, Tucker began to read, “Are you aware that at 12:43pm today you were spotted being processed in Gotham by Valerie’s Dad?” Tucker lowered his phone and looked back up at Danny who had fully put down his tools and reached for his own phone.

“Didn’t you say that El was visiting Spain right now?”

“Yeah, she sent me a photo of a seagull stealing someone’s hat from there, like, two hours ago.” Tucker could see Danny tapping around on his phone, presumably opening his conversation with Dani.

Danny’s eyebrows furrowed and he paused looking at his screen. “No, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to travel back to the US by now unless she found a natural portal or called Wulf. But I’m going to text her again really quick just to make sure.”

Tucker got up and walked over to where the ghost boy and Sam sat at the workbench. Then they waited. A few moments later, the typing indicator’s dots popped up and a new message appeared.

It read, “Nope! I’m still in Spain? I saw the alert, are you okay?”

After typing a response, Danny laid his phone down on the cluttered workbench rubbed his face in his hands and turned to face Sam and Tucker.

“What the fuck do we do now?”

#dp x dc #dc comics #batman #danny phantom #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #writing prompt #dp x dc prompt #who am i kidding this is basically the outline of a fic #you can tell that as i went on i just kept getting ideas and it just kept getting more and more eborate #this was meant to be 200 words tops #this is now 2.4k #my bad im awful at keeping stuff short and not shoving weird bits of worldbuilding and story detail into things #my bad #im awful at keeping these short and keep adding random bits of worldbuilding and technicalities and story detail i #into what is meant to be just prompts to get the idea out there #and now i have around 10k of unfinished story ideas and fairly elaborate worldbuilding about fawcett city that i have been working on #for maybe about a month or so and i keep just adding things to it #and most of it i still need to transfer into writing because the ideas are for the fawcett city stuff is mainly stored in audio notes #and i need to write them out and make them less of vague ideas #and i just know that is going to take me ages #the worst part is i have to post my original founding idea of where most of my other ideas for fawcett stem from #and so the adding on ideas dont make as much sense if i dont have the main thing posted already #so i have tons of halfwritten things for fawcett city worldbuilding and how to make it super memorable and have golden age comic logic #be essentially integrated into the very founding of Fawcett #but i keep having new ideas so i dont work on that one but i also really want to get it done because im very proud of it but ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh #anyways #thats all for now #hope you enjoyed the prompts

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ineffable-sideburns · 5 months

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In this post, I'm going to tie numerous observations on screen together to make a single season 3 prediction

it relies on this premise, which i'm about to build a case for:

the way the characters interact with the story is informed by the mythical/historical figures they are directly and indirectly coded as, but it’s not always in the way you’d expect, and some characters are coded in more than one way. we can still use these relationships as Clues to postulate where the story might go and how the characters will interact with one another.

this is by no means exhaustive, obviously. i’ve seen people say that Crowley is coded as Jesus, Aziraphale as Mary, and numerous other figures. i’m just pointing out some things i’ve noticed that I haven’t seen brought up as often.

we’ll start with Crowley, then go on to Sandalphon and Saraqael, then Gabriel, then Aziraphale. yes, it'll all lead up to something and i chose these characters in this order for a reason.

Crowley

so we obviously know he’s coded as Ashtoreth when he dresses up as Nanny Ashtoreth in season 1. yes, we will note that in the book, it’s very vaguely implied that Crowley and Aziraphale both hired Ashtoreth and Francis

in season 2, when trying to get the deets on bae, Beelzebub offers Crowley a “hefty” promotion and then later tells him “you could be a duke of hell".

in researching Beelzebub, at some point I found out about Milton's Unholy Trinity in Paradise Lost, which includes Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Astaroth as the first heirarchy in Hell, and which has (seemingly) lent that idea to demonology in general.

Astaroth is often referred to as the "Great Duke of Hell."

so now with season 2, Crowley has been coded in the show as both the feminine and masculine demons derived from the eastern goddess Astarte.

note: coded != Crowley is literally Astaroth/Ashtoreth. it means we can infer things about the story through the coding

the obvious would be him becoming a duke of Hell somehow in season 3. i personally am not convinced the story will take that route, and it would be sad to see him end up back in hell. this coding is the least compelling for me. it could just be a Milton reference, or maybe, since at this point in season 2, we don’t know why Beelzebub wants Gabriel, this could be a Clue that Beelzebub was sincere. maybe it just shows how powerful Crowley could have been if he’d accepted the deal. or maybe it just adds weight to parallel the decision Aziraphale makes later when offered his own position of power. people have analyzed Crowley and Ashtoreth/Astarte before, and the book/show discrepancy is always brought up, so i'm ignoring that and just addressing the added layer of Astaroth coding. anyway, let's move on to the more interesting observations.

Sandalphon and Saraqael

i’m doing these two together because i’ve found what i believe to be a major connection between them based on Neil’s answer to this ask, a shared trait their mythical figures have, and Saraqael’s actions in the show.

when Sandalphon is introduced in season 1, we learn that he was smiting and turning people into salt during Sodom and Gomorrah. then we see the direct connection Saraqael has with Sandalphon at the end of season 2, when Michael asks her to turn Maggie and Nina into salt pillars and her hand flys up.

but that’s not secret, is it?

you know what is, though?

the fact that she immediately recognizes Metatron in his human form, looks scared shitless for multiple shots, and then proceeds to act like it never happened when he starts addressing all the angels. she doesn’t let anyone know that she recognized him.

do check out this post by @most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer with more shots and analysis of her reaction to Metatron.

still don’t believe me and think that reaction is nothing?

well, let me tell you something both the mythical figures Sandalphon and Saraqael have in common.

they both saw Metatron in his human form.

according to one source, Sandalphon was Metatron’s twin brother, and Sandalphon, like Metatron, was originally human.

in the book of 2 Enoch, Sariel/Saraqael was one of the angels who brought Enoch (human!Metatron) to Heaven.

if Sandalphon had been in that room at that moment, he’d also be secretly recognizing Metatron.

obligatory: remember what I said at the beginning of this post? we are using this coding to analyze the story and how the characters interact with it and eachother. you don’t believe that Sandalphon or Metatron were literally human at one point in GO? that’s fine. i’m just giving a reason why the author may have chosen Saraqael and Sandalphon to serve the same purpose in this scene

it isn’t crazy to think that a lot of the historical lore was used to inform the characters, and if you think it is, at least read about Gabriel first.

Gabriel

Gabriel is being coded…as the actual archangel (fucking) Gabriel. (and as Lord Jim from the novel of the same name by Joseph Conrad - the book Aziraphale glances at before choosing to call Gabriel Jim. but you can google the plot of Lord Jim and how it relates to Gabriel on your own time. it’s too much to get into right now.)

Gabriel is an archangel with the power to announce God’s will to mankind. He is associated with messages, vision, telecommunications, and revelation…

…and in the Bible he announces the birth of John the Baptist, and later, Jesus.

30 And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God.

31 And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS

Luke 1:30-31

"hey Sithis dude you will not believe this… God now grants that you may conceive seven more children…yippe!!”

let’s get back to that thing about him delivering messages and revelation though.

Gabriel starts off season 2 carrying a box to the book shop (that we think was empty but later find out had a fly in it as well as a message scrawled on the bottom about where his memory is)

he also tells Aziraphale that something terrible was going to happen to him so he had to give him something. you can take that as being the fly, and consciously it probably was, but throughout season 2 Gabriel is unconsciously and unintentionally giving other people messages.

ex.

technically, a message “delivered” (dropped) by Gabriel, found by Muriel

after Crowley not-so-nicely commands Gabriel to remember, Jimbriel says, in a voice that shifts to sound like God’s voice, “I remember when the morning stars sang together and all the angels of God shouted for joy." Crowley recognizes this as what God said to Job, and then another flashback of Job begins.

later, during another vision caused by Crowley mentioning the word tempest: "There will come a tempest then darkness and great storms and the dead will leave their graves and walk the earth once more, and there will be great lamentations... every day it's getting closer."

in the Hebrew Bible, Gabriel appears to the prophet Daniel, and explains his prophetic visions. in Good Omens though, Jim IS the prophet having prophetic visions through Gabriel.

when in the book shop with Aziraphale, Jimbriel starts to hum every day, which is what causes Aziraphale to search down the pub with the jukebox playing that song on repeat. we know from what Terry and Neil have said about every day that it’s the song of the apocalypse, but none of the characters know that, Gabriel included.

what does a song do?

each message the archangel of (fucking) messages delivers is unconscious. not how you’d expect him to live up to his name, right? of course, if they are actually God’s messages, it makes sense that they’re useless, vauge, and well, ineffable. one last thing: spiritually, Gabriel’s messages and prophecies are often believed to be delivered through dreams (or in other words, the unconscious)

edit: this post by @noneorother actually inspired me to look at the mythology of archangel Gabriel, so it’s crucial you check it out. i’ve also seen a post somewhere that posits Gabriel shouldn’t even have some of the memories that go by really quickly before the flashbacks of him and Beelzebub, but i lost the link to it.

edit II: just wanted to add this post by @drconstellation, which analyzes the symbols coded into Jimbriel's clothing.

Aziraphale

it’s hard to ignore the fact that Aziraphale’s name is similar to Raphael, and that we’re missing an archangel Raphael. i’ll link some analysis on the meaning of Aziraphale’s name and share a quote from Terry, but this has all been said before. i want to look at who Raphael is mythologically to see if there’s similarities in Aziraphale’s character, and i also want to see if we can find out the relationship between Gabriel and Aziraphale, and why the latter was a suitable replacement.

Terry said about the name's origin:

"It was made up but... er... from real ingredients. [The name] Aziraphale could be shoved in a list of 'real' angels and would fit right in..."

For instance, Islam recognizes the Archangels Jibril, Mikhail, Azrael (see also the annotation for p. 9 of Reaper Man ), and Israfel (the subject of Edgar Allan Poe's well-known poem of the same name), whereas from Christianity we get such names as Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, and Uriel.

the excerpt above was taken from here

NOW that that’s out of the way, who is archangel Raphael, the mythical figure?

Raphael’s name means “god heals.” it’s believed he helps people heal and overcome their struggles spiritually, physically, and mentally, and that he protects people on their journeys. he’s also considered to be the angel of joy, love, marriage, matchmaking, and travels.

as an example, in the Book of Tobit, God sends Raphael on a journey with a man named Tobias so that he can meet and woo his future wife. Raphael is also sent to heal her and Tobias’s blind, ageing father.

all the people and things i can count just off the top of my head that Aziraphale has healed or protected:

Anathema (healed)

Anathema’s bike (healed)

the dove he accidentally killed (technically healed by Crowley in the book)

Jimbriel (literally tells Jim he promised he would protect him)

Maggie and Nina when the demons enter the bookshop (tells them he will protect them)

bonus: in a scene cut from season 1, he stops a baby’s stroller from crashing

…and one he couldn’t:

collection of gifs of Aziraphale being full of joy:

you just have to look at Aziraphale smiling, especially at Crowley...

...to know that he represents joy and lo--

oh, but wait, he’s known for hooking people up, right? in case you forgot: Maggie and Nina va voom? originally his idea

similarly to the book of Tobit story I mentioned earlier, who did Aziraphale protect on his journey to meeting his beloved?

remember: the characters don't know they're being coded as anything and they don't know what kind of story they're in, so while Aziraphale didn't know he was going to be reuniting two lovers when he protected Jim, he played the role Neil made for him. it doesn't matter that he didn't know in the same way that it doesn't matter that Crowley could have (potentially) been powerful, or in the same way that it doesn't matter that Gabriel's messages were delivered unconsciously.

one more thing. Raphael heals people spiritually, physically, and mentally, right?

so is it any surprise that Aziraphale thinks he can heal the *ahem* spiritual corruption in Heaven?

we're going to tinfoil hat theory-land now ya'll, but I swear all of these observations are leading up to something cohesive...

Why did Aziraphale replace Gabriel?

i'll spare you all the long theories about Metatron's reasons, although i quite like the idea that Metatron was listening in ever since Aziraphale opened the portal to discorporate the demons attacking the bookshop, and he saw Aziraphale use his halo to declare war in order to protect Maggie and Nina. this shows Metatron that when pushed into a corner, or when it means protecting someone, he can force Aziraphale's hand...even to war.

But can we find a link between Gabriel and Raphael mythically to explain it instead?

if you've made it this far, you know i've got an answer for you. i withheld one detail about Gabriel earlier. in Christianity, he is often associated with blowing the trumpet at the end times to announce Judgment Day.

"okay, so?"

well, do you remember the quote from Terry and the excerpt from lspace I mentioned earlier? when mentioning the origins of Aziraphale's name, the excerpt mentions both angels in Islam and Christianity. the counterpart to Raphael in Islam, is Israfil/Israfel...

who blows the trumpet to signal the Day of Judgment.

"but Aziraphale wouldn't do that!"

he wouldn't intentionally do it. he's not a villain.

you remember who didn't intend to start the apocalypse in season 1, but who was there and given a role to play, regardless of whether he wanted to?

…the one who said no to heaven and hell and refused to be their pawn this time around when offered powerful positions by both?

Aziraphale, after nuking some demons with his halo, with painful foreshadowing: "I think I may have just started a war."

obligatory reiteration: the way the character-coding manifests is not literal, and it isn't always in the way you'd expect. there may be no literal trumpet. but i'm just pointing out the potential symmetry with season 1 in it being Aziraphale who "starts" apocalypse II.

one last thing: Raphael protects people on journeys, and helps them overcome their struggles — but now Aziraphale is on his own journey, and he will have to overcome his own moral struggles (ironically what Crowley helped him with)…alone.

#good omens theory #good omens season 3 #good omens speculation #good omens 3 #good omens analysis #good omens meta #good omens sequel #good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens clues #gabriel #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #sandalphon #saraqael #raphael

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noctvrnal9999 · 3 months

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Got a private message asking me to comment on the whole Neil stream thing so I guess here goes. Excuse my thoughts, they are never coherent.

What I liked about the stream is not what Neil said, but what he didn't say. I'm not big on watching streams, his or anyone's, but I watched some and I noticed Neil is very very careful when discussing Astarion. If anyone is aware how deranged the fandom can get - it's definitely him. I saw him dance around the topic multiple times either in streams or in clips I've seen all over the internet. I highly respect him for that because unlike someone (cough cough) he's not telling people what to think or what narrative they should take for any reason. A true professional unlike someone (cough cough).

So while he addressed operatic vs theatrical and there's no arguing that he delivered it wonderfully, what we really have is Larian saying "yeah, AA is still same Astarion, just with his most awful traits amplified" and then we have Neil saying "oh yeah, the mask is off". And that's... extremely important. I said this in tags before - what Neil doesn't say, to me, is important as well. He doesn't tell that Spawn is maskless just as AA, he just... skips over it, emphasizing that AA is the complete mask-off version of Astarion. I'm not going to cling to this because this is just something I immediately noticed and might not have been intentional on Neil's part, but... I don't know, I personally think it was done for a reason.

Anyway.

But this is what I've been saying too. Astarion is a bad person from the very beginning. I got people insult me over this take, I got told I'm a horrible garbage person for this take. But I stand by it. And even without personal interpretation you have proof of that within the game. You have a very good-aligned character (Karlach) and Astarion is at the opposite end of that spectrum. Every other companion (sans Minthara) fall somewhere between the two.

What Ascension allows Astarion is not only to live his life fear-free - it allows him to be himself. As Spawn he's constantly acting. To either get protection or simply not to turn into a mind-flayer. And Tav can take the route of trying to convince him to be better and he starts aligning his views to Tav along the road but he's still the same person. Just going to say this - nobody changes this drastically in just couple of months without pretending (which is presumed timeline for entire BG3). And people don't immediately get all better from major mental trauma in 6 months only (just sayin').

Point I'm trying to get at is this - to me Neil confirmed what I have been saying all along - Spawn is coping and still lying. Because he has no choice but to adapt. Maybe he's not lashing out or yelling, but seeing the epilogue he came off to me as grieving for things he will never have.

And then we have Ascended - a fully unleashed Astarion, who's confident and not apologetic for being himself.

That is true Astarion.

Astarion who isn't guilt-tripped or chastised into needing to change, Astarion who does not need to listen to people telling him how he's awful, Astarion who can do as he pleases without needing to explain himself to either his master or houlier-than-thou Tav.

Astarion who he was always meant to be.

Because he's a vampire. There's a reason why vampires in every single media piece are portrayed as evil. As a Spawn he's evil, as a Vampire Lord he's just doing what vampires do best - gain power and exploit that power for his own benefit. He's not just some cute boytoy with fangs, he's a vampire and he will never not be a vampire in BG3 (you can headcanon whatever you want in what happens after but that's not relevant here).

Ascended Astarion is true Astarion not because it's one of the routes we can take and headcanon that way, but because he's a vampire, and as Vampire Lord he's his own man at last, not needing to rely on anyone or to be defended by anyone. He has power now, to be whoever he wants and be true to himself while he does it. Without the fear of judgement, without the fear of being discarded if he's "too much" or not "good enough".

And with Tav at his side - he has everything he ever wanted: vampiric power that has never been witnessed before and a beloved who vowed themselves to be by his side forever, giving him ultimate assurance that there's someone there for him and will be there for eternity.

#ascended astarion #my adhd is making every single post i make kinda jumbled but listen #i actually make good points imo it just takes me a bit to get there

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hopeyarts · 9 days

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Are you on that Starboy crap?

I’m going to assume that you don’t like Starboy. If you do actually like him, then I don’t detect it anywhere here. It’s things like these that make me backoff from sharing stuff about Starboy, because in truth I like the idea of it. But ultimately, I can’t please everyone so whatever.

Firstly, I’d like to address in defense of those who love Starboy and as said from Star’s section in the concept book, the first phase was a series of Star in various human forms. Star’s young Sabino form is the THIRD phase. So don’t try to use the excuse of ‘Starboy being Sabino’. Read, please. Respectfully.

Anyways, if you haven’t already figured it out, I like to look at different routes. I can’t stick to just one, so I make multiple routes with multiple scenarios and storylines and characterizations. So I guess this is a good time to address both my opinion on Starboy and my ideas for Star in general.

I think Starboy would’ve been an adorable addition. He’s great, the ship between him and Asha is great, and every redesign I’ve seen of him just makes me love him more. I’m aesthetically drawn to characters at this point, which is a reason I like designing. The only thing that I question about Starboy is his own story. I don’t typically like the idea of him being *the* wishing star, but rather an extension or ‘child’ of the Blue Fairy. Him being childish and curious would be supported by that idea, because you can’t really rely on a higher power if that higher power is reliant on you teaching him about Earth.

So I like the idea of Starboy, but not the story of him being the sole wishing star. He can be childish and curious under the circumstances that the Blue Fairy is highest power/wishing star. I mentioned this in my illustration of the Blue Fairy, so.

Anyways, ideas for Star!

Because I see a lot of people already have the idea of Asha x Starboy in their works (love them all 💖), I decided to think of more paths we could’ve taken with Star in general. You can refer back to the Art of Wish book for all of his forms, but I’ll go into ones that I’m renovating into my own ideas.

• Starchild: I have two ideas for this. A: What if Star was a child? When we were younger, we wished for many things and dreamed of many dreams. Maybe Star could’ve been a child, because of my idea with Star being a ‘child’ of the Blue Fairy, Asha calling down Star right then and there could’ve been the start of his new life. It’s like him being born when he’s sent down to Earth. And it’s a reference to how wishes and wonder can seem childish, but good-intentioned. His magic is almost chaotic-like, so it could add on. Then B: What if Star was a younger version of ASHA? Don’t really know how this would work, but really Star would’ve been a manifestation of Asha’s younger self (typically when she wished for her father to get better). It’s like connecting with your inner child and rekindling your dreams. That’s just a small idea.

• Platonic Star: Could be of any gender, I don’t really care. But what if Star was just platonically involved with Asha? I know Wish was never going to be a romance story, so they could’ve just of had Star be humanoid but have them still be friends. I’m sure someone already has this idea for a rewrite somewhere.

• Sole Star: An idea where Star *is* the wishing star but is mature and an adult and with no specific gender. Maybe a little feminine to act as Asha’s maternal figure? If I wouldn’t go with this idea, then I’d have had the Blue Fairy be Asha’s maternal figure. Sorry, Sakina (I should make a rant post about Sakina and Sabino 💀🙏🏽 I kinda got beef with them).

I’m okay with Star being the thing we got officially, but come on. They could’ve added more to the character. Like depth? Clarification about what exactly it is? A star sure, but what else? The one star song didn’t answer any of Asha’s questions nor ours. Was it just born when Asha wished upon it because she’s the first one to do so? Sighing. Disney.

Favorite Star concepts:

Least favorite…:

What a jumpscare.

Despite the possible dislike of Starboy, thank you for the ask. 💖

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strangeshoepatrolbandit · 1 year

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Sunshine follows with Sunfall pt.4

Warnings: sorta ooc Jason, feelings, crying.

Series Masterlist

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The bell at the door chimed, alerting you that someone had entered.

"Hi, take a seat wherever you li-" Your automated response was cut short when you finally turned to look at who was at the door. Jason Todd.

"Hey." He awkwardly spoke, "I wanted to talk."

You let out a scoff. "I'm working."

"You get off at ten. It's nine forty-five." He stated.

"You're checking over my work schedule now?" You exasperatedly asked.

Jason looked away, choosing the floor as something way more interesting to look at. "I had to find you, and I just stumbled upon your hours."

You knew he was lying. You knew he had almost all of the information of your life.

"I hope you've been getting the money I send." He mentioned, talking about the money he sends you weekly, rather than monthly.

"Yeah, I got it." You mumbled, going back to wiping down the counters.

"I seen your car isn't here." He spoke again.

You let out a sigh. "It's in the shop."

"How are you getting home?"

"I'll probably just call a taxi." You stopped wiping the counters again, looking up at Jason to see if he had anything else to say.

"I can drive you home."

His words made you let out an unexpected laugh, "No."

"C'mon Y/N, would you rather go home with a stranger or me?" Jason asked. The way he said your name was just as sweet as it sounded when you were kids. No. No. Don't.

He was finally looking back up at you, taking in your features. "Jason, just drop it."

"Drop what? You? My kid?" His voice was getting louder at each word. You could hear Taylor stop what he was doing in the kitchen. "Y/N, please, let me take you home so that he can have a talk."

"Judith's not home if that's what you want."

"Maybe that's for the better, because I just need to talk with you."

You stood there contemplating if you should let him take you home or not. Locked in an internal conflict with yourself.

"I'll be ready in a few minutes."

Jason held the door open as the two of you left the building, Taylor was going to be the one locking up, so you didn't have to worry. The two of you walked side by side to the only other vehicle (other than your co-workers) that was in the parking lot.

His motorcycle is the same one he's had since his resurrection. It's the same one you've been on multiple times.

"Here." Jason whispered, now grabbing his helmet and putting it on your head. His hands lightly pushed up your chin so that he could see if the helmet was fully secured, an action he had performed many times.

Even though you didn't need any, Jason still decided to help you up onto the bike before sitting down himself. Your hands hesitantly grabbed for his torso, lightly gripping at his jacket. His own hands reached back to pull your arms fully around him, making your body sit up against his own.

"You ready?"

You knew Jason had your address, but you weren't going to question how he knew the exact route to your apartment.

The two of you sat in silence the entire walk and elevator ride to your door, not even saying anything when you finally got inside.

You went to go change, and Jason opted to look around, his gaze lingering on pictures on the wall and some of Judith's stray toys.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?" You sighed as you walked back into the living room.

Jason had a guilty look flash across his face as he turned to face you. "The obvious."

"Oh, you mean how you left without a word for an entire year?" You hissed, causing Jason to lightly flinch.

"....Yes..." He whispered.

"Well, out with it." You urged him, "Please, answer the question I've been asking myself."

"Y/N..." He started, "when you told me you were pregnant, I was ecstatic," He paused to breathe, "I loved you so much and thought that everything was going perfect-"

"And me getting pregnant ruined that?" You interrupted him.

"No!" He yelled."No, not at all." He looked like he was about to cry.

"Y/N, I was scared- hell, I still am," He looked away. "I grew up on the streets, I know who's out there, I just couldn't bring a kid into that." Tears were now streaming down his face, but his voice remained calm. "And when I held Judith, I knew I wouldn't be able to let go. But I had to, because I was going to ruin her..."

"Jason-"

"No, Y/N, I need to talk!" His hand ran through his hair, "I have thought about her every day- about you every day!" He grabbed at your biceps, "I know I'm a piece of shit for leaving, and I am so so sorry- please- please forgive me!" Jason was full on sobbing at this point. You even joined in and let tears fall from your own eyes.

"Jason-" You interrupt yourself with a sob.

As his crying started to die down, he moved his forehead to sit against your own. You looked up at him through tear soaked lashes, taking in his solemn features. "I'm so sorry, Y/N.." He whispered.

"Shut up.." You told him as your arms reached around his neck, bringing him into a hug. It took a few seconds, but he reciprocated by hanging on to your body and shoving his face into your neck.

"I'm scared too." Jason held you tighter because of your words. "I'm so scared."

"I kinda hoped that you left because of some secret vigilante stuff."

"No, I'm just a coward."

"God, I hate you, Jason Todd." You whispered, opting not to tell him that you don't fully believe him, that you think there is another reason.

"I know, I know you do."

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#jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd fanfic #jason todd #batman #batboys #batbros #batsiblings #x reader

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jamietarttsdaddyissues · 11 months

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Okay I’m going to say this and I’m going to say this once.

I do not like how the relationship with Jamie’s father was handled in season 3.

If they wanted to go the route of forgiveness they absolutely could have. If they wanted to go the route of his dad going to rehab they absolutely could have. Those are not inherently wrong or bad. It’s a show about forgiveness and I get that. It’s a comedy and Jamie is not the main character - I get that too.

My issue is this: the show went out of its way on multiple occasions to show just how violent and abusive James is. Just to give a few examples:

Repeated physical abuse

Repeated verbal abuse

Planning, funding, and likely pressuring the sexual abuse of his 14 year old son (a minor and below the age of consent in both The Netherlands and the UK regardless of the age of the girl in the red light district)

The willingness to beat Coach Beard (basically a stranger to him) with a metal pipe in a 3 to 1 fight in a back alley which could have realistically resulted in his death (and calling Beard “son” right before the final blow)

Jamie literally gave up his dream - a job as a professional footballer on a top hometown team - to leave the country on a trashy reality show just to get away from his father. The show traced a large portion of Jamie’s issues back to his relationship with his father. Not all of course - but that was a big theme of his growth and development.

So even if we entertain the notion that this stint in rehab was successful and James is sober - that’s great. That’s a storyline I wouldn’t mind hearing - IF we had the appropriate time to show it. But the thing is, we didn’t. This season was disjointed and rushed in many ways - and I’m not complaining - I still loved it. But if they’re going to tackle a topic this serious, they need to do it right. They need to be clear that alcohol was not the only problem James had and that sobriety does not absolve you of accountability. As important as it is to portray the message that all human beings can change, including addicts, it is equally as important to show the serious work that addicts in recovery put in to address the hurt that they caused through their addiction. It is not easy work to battle addiction and to mend relationships - sometimes part of recovery is accepting that you can’t mend things with everyone you’ve hurt and that is the right of the victim to decide how they feel.

We were shown none of this. What we got instead was:

A speech from Jamie’s mom about how he is still amazing despite his dad while still somehow crediting Jamie’s talent to his dad’s abuse

Ted telling Jamie to forgive his dad as he’s mid-panic about his safety and his dad’s location

Ted making a point to say the forgiveness was for Jamie’s sake, not for James - which was ALMOST good until they ruined it

Denbo and Bug suddenly supportive despite being just as violent as James in 2x09

James suddenly in rehab for 0.2 seconds

Jamie reaching out to his dad via text despite having no idea his dad is in rehab - something that is realistically compromising his physical and emotional safety

A quick clip of Jamie bonding with his father before the season/series ends for good

The reason I connected with Jamie so intensely from season 1 was the shared experience of abuse from my father. I want to be clear that I know I’m projecting - that’s what fandom is - and I in no way expected the show to end exactly as I wanted. However, this is what I would have liked to see as 1) an abuse survivor 2) a licensed therapist and 3) a person:

The message that you can heal without forgiving those who hurt you OR that you can forgive them and still not allow them back into your life (ESPECIALLY if it compromises your safety)

The message that sometimes people don’t change for the better and you can grieve that relationship while still fostering healthier ones elsewhere.

An emphasis on support systems and chosen family when someone doesn’t have the reality of a parent or partner getting better (we saw this with Bex seeking out Rebecca and Rupert’s assistant)

Instead of Man City suddenly cheering for Jamie, which felt insanely unrealistic, having the cheers of Richmond fans drown out the boos and verbal assaults of the Man City crowd - further emphasizing that despite the pain he has attached to Man City and his father, he has a home with Richmond.

So to wrap up this very long rant, I feel very disheartened by this part of the season. I still love Ted Lasso and always will - there were so many parts of this season I absolutely adored and wouldn’t trade for anything - but I feel that they dropped the ball on this one. Most people don’t get to repair relationships with abusive parents. Is it possible? Of course. Is it important to depict that it can happen? Absolutely. It’s a show about forgiveness. But they didn’t need to do it like this for Jamie’s storyline. They could have kept the speech about forgiving James for Jamie’s sake and deleted all of the rehab/texting afterwards. I still wouldn’t have been thrilled but it would have made more sense to me in context of the show. And it would have meant a lot more to me as someone who’s father is unlikely to ever stop being a risk to my safety.

This just felt bad. Jamie Tartt had one of the best arcs I’ve ever seen in media and he deserved better than that.

#ted lasso spoilers #jamie tartt #James Tartt #anyway #you don’t have to agree with me on this #this is just my take #clearly I’m personally triggered a bit by it lol #I’m not looking to argue or anything just needed to vent #a lot of things felt off this season and I know there’s a lot of behind the scenes reasons for that #some we’re aware of and some we aren’t #but this is one of the ones that hurt #I have a few others too but since this is a Jamie blog I’m just posting about the Jamie ones #don’t even get me started on Sam being told to forgive the people who committed a hate crime at his restaurant #and no further acknowledgement of that trauma and safety issue #and no explanation of how he got onto the Nigerian team with Edwin Akufo actively sabotaging him #okay I promise I’m actually done now #long post

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yoosungisbabie · 7 months

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on call - day one

welcome to Jumin Week 2023! I know I've been gone for a long time, but this event always manages to bring me back. I hope you all are doing well, and I hope you enjoy all the works that will be shared during this wonderful week!

@juminweek2019

jumin x mc

rating: T - for teen and up audiences

prompt: free day!

warnings: female pronouns used for mc/reader ♡

word count: 3,266

ao3 link

“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly. “What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question. She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert. “Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

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Jumin slowly twisted his pen closed, placing it back in the pen cup next to his monitor. He let his eyes scan over his paperwork and the correspondence pulled up on his computer, assessing whether or not he could consider his task done.

Just as he decided he was satisfied with the outcome, his phone began to vibrate violently in his pocket. It was rare that clients or business partners dialed his personal phone during working hours, so he reached into his suit’s inner pocket out of curiosity.

Flipping it over in his hand, he felt his eyebrows raise at the caller ID. His fingers twitched, and he hesitated for a brief moment before he accepted the call.

“Hello, MC. I’m at my office, but I have a moment to take your call,” he said, unable to help the small smile that began to spread across his lips.

“Hi, Jumin,” she sighed, sounding less than pleased. His anticipation to hear her voice chilled into concern, his posture tightening minutely.

“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, disregarding any questions in his mind about why he felt so panicked.

“Oh, nothing!” she replied quickly, pausing and letting out another breath. “I just, um…” She pulled the phone away from her face to clear her throat.

“I need help with…something,” she spoke slowly, sounding very unsure. The whole situation had him unsettled, and he immediately stood from his chair, placing a steadying hand on his desk.

“What is it?” he wondered sternly, running through a mental checklist of personnel he trusted.

“I forgot something in my apartment, and I…can’t get it,” she continued, her voice strained.

“Are you injured? You sound like you are in pain,” he said worriedly, pressing his lips together as his mind raced.

“No, I’m fine, but um,” she clarified, calming him only slightly. “I forgot my towel.”

“No problem. I can send someone over immediately,” he said, pushing his chair aside and beginning towards his office door. “What instructions would you like me to give them?”

“No, you don’t have to— I mean,” she started, taking a deep breath. Jumin hesitated where he stood, waiting for her to continue.

“I just got out of the shower,” she finally said, making Jumin falter even further. His mind stuttered, multiple questions surfacing as he blinked quickly.

“What does that have to do with this?” he wondered aloud, unable to stop himself before he could even think through his own question.

She sputtered out a tense laugh, the noise tickling his senses even though he was on high alert.

“Jumin, I’m na— I’m not…clothed? Gosh,” she sighed, and Jumin blinked quickly, shaking his head to clear his mind. Of course that was what she meant.

“And you’re in a first-floor apartment,” he continued quietly, pushing his hair from his forehead. He tried to ignore the way his cheeks had warmed or the distracting route his mind was taking.

“Right, and I just need someone to grab my towel or even some clothes,” she sighed, sounding relieved that someone finally understood her predicament.

“Please send me your address. I will be there within 15 minutes,” he said decidedly, buttoning his jacket closed with one hand and pulling open his office door.

“What? Jumin, you don’t personally have to come, I just thought—“

“Nonsense. There are little to no staff members I would trust with this task,” he said as if his assistance was the only solution to her problem. In actuality, there were many more solutions that didn’t interrupt his workday, and he knew it.

“I suppose,” she relented, and he exhaled with finality, motioning to Jaehee as he strode past her.

“Okay, um. My towel! It’s in the laundry basket on the couch in the living room. I think,” MC said, and he made a mental note as he stepped into the elevator.

“And is your apartment door unlocked?” he wondered, hoping that her unprecedented entrance into the RFA had taught her even a little about prioritizing her safety.

“Oh. No…” she muttered, and he couldn’t hold back a crooked smile. Imagining her befuddled face brought only one word to mind. Cute.

“I’ll call a locksmith to meet me at your apartment,” he smiled, hearing her inhale quickly just before he pulled his phone away from his ear to multitask.

“No, it’s okay! I have a hidden key,” she provided, making his eyebrows furrow.

“I would suggest that you remove that in the future, but surprisingly, it will solve some of our problems today,” he said after a moment of thought. Unexpectedly, she cursed quietly, making Jumin pause as the elevator doors opened.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she sighed. Jumin placed a hand against the door of the elevator, holding it open for a moment longer while he listened.

“Why?” he wondered, glancing around the parking garage until he watched Driver Kim pull forward to where he stood.

“I did something as dumb as forgetting my towel, and you’re going through all of this just to help,” she muttered. He could hear the way her lips were pouted through the phone, and it made him all the more anxious to render aid and arrive to her quickly.

“Humans can be very forgetful,” he offered, pulling open the car door and sliding in smoothly. He pulled his phone away from his face to put it on speaker, copying her address from their private message thread and forwarding it to Driver Kim. Putting his phone back up to his ear, he continued.

“I once forgot a client's date of birth during a business meeting and could have made them extremely uncomfortable,” he began, pulling his seatbelt over his lap and buckling it as the car pulled away.

“Luckily, I remembered not a moment too soon that they were born on August the 7th, and I redeemed myself. Not that they knew I had forgotten,” he said, raising his eyebrows as he heard her begin to laugh.

“I didn’t realize I was being funny,” he said, more to himself than to her. She caught her breath, giggling once more before responding.

“Thank you for cheering me up, Jumin,” she said warmly, making him reevaluate what he had said to her. Was that what he’d done?

“I’ll let you go now, but please arrive safely,” she said before he could reply, and he cleared his throat, nodding to himself.

“I will,” he agreed, hearing her hum in contentment.

“And thank you, again,” she breathed, chuckling lightly. He hesitated, fighting the inclination to answer her gratitude with dismissal, wanting to say that it was nothing. It started a strange sensation in his chest as he realized it wasn’t that he didn’t mind helping, but that he wanted to.

“I’ll be there soon,” was all he could say in reply, slightly disappointed in himself when he hung up instead of waiting for her to say her final goodbye.

The car ride there was all too short and much too long as he drowned in his own thoughts. Was he the first person she had called? Did this kind of thing happen often? What other things was she forgetful about? Who else would she have reached out to if he were unavailable?

Once they arrived and he stepped foot outside of his vehicle, Jumin tried to keep his thoughts clinical, focusing on the task at hand and not the way it was making him feel.

He entered the lobby with one of his security guards, glancing at the attendants behind the desk briefly and nodding. They gaped at him in silence as he walked to the elevator.

Once they arrived on her floor, Jumin instructed his guard to wait for him by the elevator doors. He then felt his heart begin to beat in a way he wasn’t quite familiar with. It only persisted as he approached her apartment, his chest feeling tight and warm in an almost uncomfortable way.

He double-checked the number on the door just above the peephole, pausing when he realized that she hadn’t told him where her hidden key was. Scanning the area, he hesitantly reached to feel along the top of the doorway and tapped lightly on the dusty surface until he bumped the key with his fingers. Pulling it down to eyesight, he frowned, wondering why she would put herself in danger in such a way.

He knocked thrice, pausing briefly before pushing the key into the lock and turning it until it clicked. Pressing his lips together in anticipation, he slowly opened the door.

“Please excuse me,” he spoke softly, stepping inside and taking the key from the lock. He closed the door behind himself, looking around quickly.

Her apartment wasn’t very large, but it was decorated in a way that confirmed without a doubt that she indeed lived there. It felt refreshing, with colors that reminded him of her and open spaces, and he could see little touches that were undoubtedly hers. He felt some of the tension in his chest fade, placing the key down on the table near the door and thinking of all the security measures he would like to talk with her about.

Looking down, he instinctively began taking his shoes off. Once he had, he glanced around for a pair of extra slippers for him to use, finding only a small pair of pink, flowery ones. He slipped them on, feeling the back ends hit his heels and wondering if he should just continue in his socks. Feeling strangely apprehensive, he stepped further into her apartment in her slippers, reminding himself of the task at hand.

“MC?” he called out, scanning the apartment to find where she could be. He noticed a closed door as he stepped through to her living area, nearly bumping into the back of her couch. Remembering her instructions, he looked down to see a basket overflowing with clean laundry sitting on the couch. He paused, seeing undergarments in the basket as well as towels and clothes. As carefully as he could, he picked out a blue towel, managing to lift it from the basket without disturbing anything else.

He folded the bath towel over his arm, glancing back to the door where he thought he was hearing movement from.

“MC? It’s Jumin,” he said, wondering why his jaw felt stiff.

“Jumin?” she called out from behind the door, making his eyes widen. He forced himself to take another step forward, clearing his throat.

“Yes, it’s me,” he replied, stopping a few paces from the door.

“Thank goodness,” he heard her sigh. His relief quickly turned into gripping tension when the doorknob began to turn. His eyes widened briefly before he shut them tight, turning his head and making sure he still had the towel.

“I have your towel here,” he spoke, his voice coming out strained. He heard the door open, feeling the humidity from the shower rush out to meet him.

“Thank you so much, Jumin,” she said, a smile of relief evident in her voice. He couldn’t reply just yet, taking the towel and handing it out toward her voice. When he extended his arm fully, his hand bumped hers, making his eyes fly open before he could even think.

Luckily, it was only her forearm that was extended past the door. She felt around blindly until she found the towel, his hand lingering in the empty air as he watched her close the door.

“I really appreciate it,” she reiterated, her voice muffled. “I can’t thank you enough, really. I feel so bad that you came all the way here.” He composed himself again, picking a small, blue string from his sleeve with shaky hands.

“It’s no bother at all,” he said loudly enough for her to hear. “Is there anything else you need while I’m here?” he found himself asking, his hands tensing at the thought of making her uncomfortable or overstaying his welcome.

“Oh no, not at all,” she answered quickly, her voice moving farther from the door.

“Alright, then I’ll be on my way,” he said, sparing another glance at the door before starting towards the exit.

“Jumin!” she called, startling him. He rushed back over to the door, his hand lingering just above the metal of the doorknob.

“Yes? What is it?” he pressed, resting his other hand against the wood of the door.

“Do you have time to stay?” she wondered, surprising him so fully that he was silent for a moment.

“Stay?” was all he could get out, his mind racing much too quickly.

“I haven’t seen you since the party, so if you would give me just a minute to get dressed?” she asked, making his eyebrows furrow together. She just wanted to see him?

“O-of course,” he nodded, backing away from the door just a bit.

“Unless you’re busy?” she prompted.

“I have time,” he responded quickly, feeling his thoughts bouncing around uncontrollably.

“Okay! Please make yourself at home,” she said, her smile present in his mind as she spoke.

Jumin stepped fully away from the door, ignoring the way his phone began to buzz more and more often in his pocket.

He took another look around, glancing at the large windows that looked out over the courtyard of the apartment complex. After a moment, he reached up and pulled just the sheer curtains closed, hoping that would make her feel more at ease.

He was drawn towards her television that was mounted on the wall, seeing a plethora of framed pictures on the console beneath it. Scanning each one, he stopped when he landed on the group photo of the RFA that had been taken at the party. It had taken a few minutes to get everyone in one place and to get a picture that everyone was satisfied with, but the picture she had framed was not the final picture they had all decided on. Instead, she had chosen one where everyone was bickering about where to stand, how to pose, and what Luciel should and shouldn’t be doing. He hadn’t gotten to look through all of the photos taken that day, but this still in particular felt like something he needed to have for himself. In the photo, he noticed that his gaze was focused on MC completely, and the expression he was wearing was not one he believed he’d ever seen on himself.

The door opening behind him startled him out of his thoughts, making him jump and turn to look. He turned back around just as quickly, seeing MC begin to step out in just her towel. His hands trembled slightly, the tips of his ears feeling all too warm.

“Nearly done, sorry! Just grabbing some clothes,” she explained, the soft sound of her feet against the wood floor disappearing down the hall towards what he guessed was her room. He was glad he hadn’t wandered in that direction.

Opening his eyes slowly, he focused his thoughts on the photo in front of him once more. Although the party had been less mundane than in the past, the only thing that got him through was seeing MC flourish in that party hall. Apart from looking stunning, she was kind, friendly, and wildly charismatic that night. It was a miracle in motion for Jumin, and it was truly a shame that they hadn’t seen each other since that night.

He turned away from the photo, hoping to distance himself from the surge of emotion that was building in his core that he couldn’t name. She stepped out of her room just then, looking excited to see him as she lit up with a beautiful smile.

The wave of emotion he’d tried to elude washed over him almost painfully, freezing his muscles in place. He was unable to stop the thoughts rushing through his mind, pressing his lips together as he mentally formed a very concerning one.

Is this what love feels like?

He didn’t know what romantic love meant, he only knew that he had decided never to engage in it. Whatever was happening to him right then didn’t feel wrong, but he also couldn’t quite put a label on it. He just knew that he wanted to keep seeing her, no matter what it meant.

“It’s so good to see you again,” she grinned, moving quickly towards him as he tried to regain control of himself. He felt his lips pull back into a smile, his shoulders relaxing and his hands losing their fists.

“Likewise,” he breathed out, watching her blink at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t mean to keep you long, I just…” she started, dropping her smile and then immediately turning her lips upward into another one, almost as if she too couldn’t help herself. “I wanted to see you,” she finished quietly, completely unaware of the way her small admittance made his heart stutter in his chest.

“Anytime,” he nodded without hesitation, watching her meet his eyes in confusion.

“I know how busy you are,” she said, raising her eyebrows for him to agree.

“Anytime. Really,” he repeated, thinking to himself that no matter the issue, he would drop anything if she was the one who was calling. He watched as she pulled her eyes from his and met them again multiple times, her smile growing timid. He blinked, taking his eyes from her and wondering if he was making her uncomfortable.

“Thank you, again,” she said to break the silence, bowing to him and making him frown.

“There’s no need for that,” he said quickly, taking a step forward and drawing her attention down to the ill-fitting slippers on his feet. She grinned, straightening up again and softening at him.

“You’re very kind, Jumin. I admire that about you,” she continued. He felt himself reaching to adjust his cufflinks, signaling to himself that he needed a change of scenery or he would more than likely do something he would regret.

“MC,” was all that left his lips, making her smile falter and the air grow thick around them.

“Well, I shouldn’t keep you. Please get back safely,” she smiled, wringing her hands together. He nodded, breaking eye contact with her and turning himself towards the door.

“I hope to see you again soon,” he said, seeing her shoulders move towards her ears from the corner of his vision. “I have many topics I’d like to discuss with you. Such as security,” he continued, trying to shift his mind away from the precarious edge at which he’d found himself.

“Security?” she repeated, watching him bend down to place her slippers back where he had found them. Stepping into his shoes, he hummed in agreement.

“You never told me where your key was,” he continued, raising an eyebrow at her and watching as her lips tightened in chagrin. Before a moment had passed, her expression broke into laughter, making another effortless smile stretch onto his lips.

“I’ll be more careful,” she chuckled, taking the key from the table and turning it over in her hands. He nodded, feeling his sternum buzz at the thought of returning to her apartment in the future.

“I’m counting on it,” he said softly, bowing slightly before he opened the door and stepped through. She let it close behind him, not saying another word.

Jumin couldn’t help but linger by her door, his back to it as he convinced himself to keep moving. Once he finally found it in himself to do so, he started back towards the elevator and pulled his phone out, checking his calendar for his next available free day.

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