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megamindsecretlair · 4 months

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Break My Heart

Pairing: Javier Pena x Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! PWP, PIV, size kink, kinda toxic, spanking, pet names. Non-inclusive language. Somes sentences are intentional AAVE. Apologies if I missed some.

Summary: You intended to spend New Year's Eve alone, per usual. But Javi's pestering convinced you to have a few drinks with the team. You want to remain strong and resist him but you aren't sure for how long.

Word Count: 3,421k

A/N: Ahhh, my first Pedro fic. This was intimidating! Even after watching more of the show. Be gentle, I'm sensitive 'bout it LOL. This was still fun and so hot and lordt, I need him so badly. Likes are always awesome. Please considering commenting and reblogging to help support writers!

Taglist: @nerdieforpedro @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @browngirldominion @thecookiebratz

“You’re coming to the bar with us, right?”

You looked up from your desk to see Javi hovering over you, entirely too close. He knows you hate that. He’s always crowding into your space. Leaning too close, leaning that sinful ass on your desk, or bending down to turn those puppy brown eyes on you.

He smelled like cigarettes and sweat. A combination that shouldn’t be so hot, but here you were.

“No,” you said with a smile.

“Come on, you’re hurting my feelings,” he said. He had a sleepy way of talking that immediately turned your thoughts dirty. Thinking of what he must sound like first thing in the morning. But that line of thinking was dangerous. You just hadn’t had a good fucking in a while.

“Aww, you don’t have any feelings, Javi,” you said. You gave him an extra sugary smile and he huffed a laugh and looked around the office. He leaned his ass against your desk and you sighed loudly for his benefit.

The office was noisy, filled with agents running around chasing down leads. With your complexion, you were relegated to the office. You were an agent in name only and it pissed you off. The higher ups thought that they could stick you in the ass end of South America and you’d quit.

Joke was on them. You loved the food here and there wasn’t a person alive that could get you to quit being an agent.

“Maybe I’d have some feelings if you finally agreed to go out with me,” Javi said.

You wrinkled your nose. You’d happily climb on Peña if he wasn’t such a slut. Not that you were in the market for commitment. The last thing you needed was to get caught up with someone, especially at work, when you were still trying to prove yourself to the agency.

“I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, Javi,” you said.

Javier only licked his lips and smiled. His fingers played with a cigarette but all of his attention was on you. “So, what, I need to find an eleven foot pole?”

You rolled your eyes and fought off your smirk. You didn’t need to encourage him. “What favor do you want this time, Javi?” You asked.

“I want you to finally say yes! We’ve been working together for years and you won’t even give me the time of day,” he said.

“Why would I do that?” You asked. Fuck it, the numbers were starting to swim in your head anyway. If Javi was good for anything, it was a distraction. You sat back in your seat and prepared yourself for the Javi show.

He smirked and turned those puppy eyes up to a thousand. “You know we’d be good together,” he said. His voice even got deeper.

You weren’t entirely immune to Javier Peña. There were more than a few times that you caught yourself staring at his ass. Or that damn black shirt that clung to him in all the right places. Your favorite time was when he got back to the office from chasing a lead all day. The way he got so flustered and sweaty. The way his hair would plaster to his head and he’d settle into the office with a deep sigh and a soft curse.

You looked away from him so he wouldn’t see the downright lust in your eyes. No, you were not immune to Javier Peña but everyone knew his vices. You were not trying to be another notch on his belt.

Your eyes roamed to the desk in front of you. In their infinite wisdom, the higher ups also put you in front of Javi and Murphy’s office. They thought it was real hilarious to wave the lonely Black woman in front of Javi the slut. They were itchin’ to ditch you. That also meant that no one else sat around here. The empty desk in front of you was a dumping ground for random files, donuts, or supplies.

There were times when people left random food there for anyone to snack on. Like now, there was a jar of pickles on the desk abandoned and swimming in pickle juice. You smirked and looked at Javi.

“Javi, there is no way on the green earth that I would entertain this,” you said.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” He asked.

“Because you’re a pickle,” you said and smirked.

He laughed and shook his head. “What?”

“A pickle! You’re like…community pickle,” you said. You waved your hand for him to catch your drift. He just stared at you, patient, focused. It was unnerving to be on the other side of that look.

Your throat dried and you had the sudden urge to disappear. To leave that sight line. But you forged on. Maybe he’d get insulted and move on. “See that jar? You’re like those pickles. You’re on every burger, every sandwich, readily available,” you said.

Javier tilted his head. “Are you calling me a slut?”

“Your word, not mine,” you said.

“I didn’t take you for someone who listens to rumors,” Javi said.

You laughed. “Rumors? Javi, you scream it loud and clear for anyone to hear,” you said.

Javi waved your comment off. He looked around the office and then slid closer. You leaned back, scooting your chair back. He wore a denim shirt, open at the collar, and his tanned skin showed through. You brought your eyes back to his, though that wasn’t any better. He was a danger to your sanity.

“Come on. Have a drink with me,” he said.

You sighed and rubbed your head. “We already tried this, Javi,” you said.

“When?” He asked, sounding offended.

“Hmm, ‘bout six months after I got here. You asked me out, I said not on your life. We did that surveillance job together and you wore me down. Said let’s meet up and we never did,” you said.

Javi held his hand to his heart. “You’re killing me, princesa. I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said.

A shiver ran through you and you hated it. You had to be strong around this man, though you really, really didn’t want to. “I’m not mad, Javi, it’s just in your nature.” You stood up and placed your hand on his shoulder. It was a huge mistake, but you pretended to be nonchalant. You tapped his shoulder and walked around him.

You went to the wall of file cabinets and dug through for the next set of numbers you needed anyway. Javi followed you, getting even closer. He leaned against a cabinet and smiled.

“I think you’re just scared,” he said.

“Scared of what?” You asked.

“Getting close to us. To me,” he said. His eyes dropped to your mouth. You almost couldn’t believe his audacity.

You couldn’t help licking your lips and his eyes flicked up to yours. “If I go…”

“Yes!”

“If I go, you’re buying all of my drinks and you’re keeping your hands to yourself. Got it?” You asked.

“Scout’s honor,” he said.

“You’ve never been a fuckin’ Boy Scout,” you said.

Javi shrugged and smirked. “You never asked,” he said. He walked backwards, looking at you with that satisfied, smug smile on his face. “See you tonight!”

Why not, it was New Year’s after all.

Later that night, you were nervously walking up to the bar. It was a bar friendly enough to Americans. The air was balmy but comfortable and you opted for a short purple dress and short heels. Your purse swung on your shoulder and you mentally prepared yourself to see Javi off the clock.

You knew that other people would be there and you weren’t expecting any funny business, but it was still nerve wracking. You made a career of being ice cold because that was all anyone expected of you. The minute you laughed or - goodness forbid - showed a personality, the guys suddenly remembered that you were a woman.

You walked inside to a raucous mix of Spanish and English. The words hit you even over the loud music, drinks clinking, and general rowdiness of the bar. You found your group easy enough. They took up an entire corner of the bar. Murphy saw you first. The huge white boy stuck out even more than you did but he seemed to make it work, despite not knowing a lick of Spanish.

He waved you over and you approached the table. Some of the other guys looked you over. Look it over, boys. You inwardly smiled. You knew that you had a great figure that you hid under ugly and boring business suits. It was rare that you got to go out in something pretty for once, so you might have spruced things up more than usual.

Javi turned to see you, his eyes roaming over your outfit, and you felt the tips of your ears burn. You sat down, immediately swiping Javi’s beer and taking a sip. He let you, still not having said a word.

“Find this place okay?” Murphy asked.

You nodded. “Surprised to see you out too!” You had to yell over the noise but he heard you.

“Only to show my face. Gonna head home and celebrate with the missus,” he said.

You nodded. You turned your attention to Javi who still hadn’t said anything. “Mad I stole your drink, Javi?”

Like waking from a stupor, Javi shook his head. “Who knew there was a girl under there,” he said.

You shoved him and rolled your eyes but laughed along with the table. “I’m surprised you can recognize one with her clothes on,” you said.

The guys at the table erupted into laughter. Javi’s personal activities were a well-known fact by this point. Javi waved everyone off.

“Since we’re laughing, we might as well laugh about the prank on poor Murphy,” Javi said.

Your eyes rounded as Javi betrayed you to Murphy. Murphy’s jaw dropped as he looked at you. “That was you?”

“That was all Javi’s idea!”

“You stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?” Oh, he sounded so innocent and wounded.

You tried to kick him under the table but he moved his leg at the last moment. “I was…” You tried to think of a good excuse for your whereabouts as you hid Murphy’s things while Javi kept him distracted. It was an innocent prank, but it had Murphy in a panic.

Everyone snickered and laughed while Murphy hunted and stalked around the office. It was a team effort and you tried to convey that without words while you looked at Javi.

“Wow, real nice,” Murphy said with a smile.

At least he was a sport about it. You glared at Javi but he only smirked. Ass. But it was the icebreaker you needed. The other guys warmed up to you and began to tell you wild stories about their hunt for the elusive Pablo Escobar. It seemed like no matter what they tried, Pablo already bought his way several steps ahead.

You listened as they told you the sanitized version of some of the skirmishes they got into. How they found people connected to Pablo but each one was too scared to speak. How they were trying to work with the local police but Pablo had more than half of them on the payroll.

It made you sick that someone could just pay their way to the top like that. It wasn’t lost on any of you that one wrong move and it was your ass.

True to his word, Javi kept his hands to himself for the most part. He bought you drink after drink, until you finally had to stop and drink some water before you ended up stumbling home. No thank you. You did not need the hangover in the morning, celebrating the new year or not.

Javi did other things. He shifted in his seat and always managed to brush against your bare leg. He would turn his whole body towards you when you were speaking and then turn completely around when you weren’t. He was driving you nuts and you wanted to smack him.

“What is your deal?” You whispered to him while the other guys were preoccupied with Murphy leaving.

“You!” He said.

“Me?!” You smacked his arm. He rubbed his legs and took a deep swig of his beer.

“Wearing that!” He hissed.

“What are you talking about?” Murphy was making his way around the table, saying goodbye individually. Any minute, he would make it to your side.

“I just want to…rip that damn dress off. You tell me to keep my hands to myself and you come in wearing that,” he said.

You reared back as if he’d slapped you. Javi had dabbled in harmless flirting since you met him. It was just how he interacted with women. Truly, you didn’t hold it against him. But the way he was acting right now…it was a mistake coming here.

Because of the drinks you had, the atmosphere, the celebratory mood…you suddenly couldn’t remember why you were fighting this man so hard.

“It’s just a dress, Javi,” you breathed. Your heartbeat sped up in your chest, thumping in your chest painfully. Your hands shook and you rubbed the tips of your fingers together.

“Like hell…” Javi started. Murphy made his way to the end of the table, shaking Javi’s hand and giving you a hug.

“See you in the office.”

You smiled at Murphy but you had no way of remembering what you said. Your eyes were on Javi. His eyes were on you.

“I’ll be back, bathroom,” you said. You scooped up your purse from the table and disappeared down the short hallway towards the bathrooms. The dim lights were actually a blessing.

You didn’t want to think about how you looked at the moment. You didn’t want to see if you looked as needy as you felt. You didn’t want your dirty thoughts projected all over your face for anyone to pick up on.

You were careful. You were smart. You avoided Peña like the plague and you didn’t need to be here right now.

A knocking on the door tore you from your spirling thoughts. “A second!”

The knocking continued obnoxiously and you finally had to approach the door and open it a crack. “I said–”

Javi pushed into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. “Javi!”

Javi slammed his lips against yours, groaning once you made contact. You melted instantly, wrapping your hands around his shoulders and molding your body against his. He groaned low in his throat and pulled up your dress. His fingers dragged along your thighs and you sighed.

You were chasing relief. Your skin was feverish. The wet heat of the night did not mix well with the cheap beer you consumed. You felt like you were crawling out of your skin with a red hot need. Need for Javier fucking Peña of all people.

“Tell me to stop, princesa,” he groaned against your lips.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” you moaned. His thick fingers were working magic on you, dagging along your skin and igniting a fire in your veins. His fingers found your panties and he yanked them down, nearly snapping the flimsy fabric. You kicked them off to the side, not caring where they ended up.

Your hands worked furiously to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and slide that zipper down. Your hands reached in eagerly, palming him, and he groaned. His lips descended on your neck, biting and licking away the gathering sweat.

You shoved his pants down low enough to free that dangerous dick you heard so much about. He was long and thick, easily backing up his claims. You see why he had so much sex. He was practically built for it. Sculpted for it. He was forged by the gods to hand deliver pleasure.

His hands squeezed your hips, slipping down to your ass to grab and pinch and yank closer to his body. He lifted your leg and placed it over his hip. He rubbed the tip of his dick through your slick folds. He moaned and bit your neck.

“Fuck, princesa. Have you been sitting there wet for me?” His voice was so deep and dark and filthy in this dim bathroom.

“Whole time,” you said, licking his lips and pulling him by the hair for another kiss. For a taste of those lips soaked in beer and cigarettes and something uniquely spicy and all Javi.

He groaned and finally shoved in roughly. Your head fell back against the wall as you cried out. He was so big and it had been so long and fuck, he felt so good. Why did you deny yourself this? Why would you do that?

You panted in his ear as he slid out and then shoved back in. He was fucking you. There was nothing sweet about how hard he gripped your thighs, how roughly he fucked into you, or how loudly he groaned against your chest. He licked the top of your breasts, the part exposed from the cleavage of your dress.

Javi sped up as if he couldn’t help himself. As if he needed to keep going, needed to stake his claim. He lifted your leg higher, spreading you wider, as he continued to pound into your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Javi,” you moaned.

“Say it again, princesa. Again,” he moaned.

“Javi, Javi,” you moaned as he pounded into you so fiercely, you were seeing stars as you came. Flooding his dick with your arousal. Filling up the tiny room with shrieks and screams. It was drowned out by the ruckus of the bar. Noise exploded as you assumed it finally turned midnight.

This was a hell of a way to ring in the new year.

“Love feelin’ this pussy, princesa,” Javi moaned. He slipped out and you cried out, needing him back inside. He kissed your cheek and smirked. “I wanna see that ass.”

He flipped you over. He shoved you against the low sink to your right. Your hands gripped the porcelain as he thrust back inside. You bit your lip and moaned lewdly. You didn’t give a fuck who heard.

Javi smacked your ass once, twice, three times as he continued to rut inside of you. You looked up at the dirty mirror and looked at his gorgeous, focused face as he pounded you into oblivion.

“Fuck, fuck, right there, Javi,” you moaned. You brought your hand back to dig into his hair. You gripped his fine brown hair and pulled. Javi groaned and licked the shell of your ear, nibbling on it while his hips slapped into yours.

“Javi, I’m–”

“Shh, shh, let me feel it,” he whispered in your ear. You finally exploded once more, cumming with a sharp vengeance that robbed you of all breath. Javi thrusted two more times before joining you, moaning as he unloaded inside of you.

His cum stuffed you and he thrusted at least once more time with a groan. He dropped against you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulder. Your legs were noodles. Your thighs shook as you calmed down from such a rough fucking.

Screwing Javi was absolutely everything you imagined and it sucked. It was like tasting paradise knowing you’ll never return. It was cruel and you hung your head thinking about what everyone was going to say.

Something like this? Office fodder. And once they got a hold of it, they were not going to let you live it down. They would give him hi-fives and they would judge the hell out of you. Although with his dick still inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to care too much.

Javi softened and slipped out of you. You cleaned yourselves up in silence. It was like that wild, crazy and burning need was finally sated. You could think straight for once, see more clearly and breathe easier.

Javi zipped himself back up and you retrieved your panties, stuffing them into your purse. Javi sidled up to you, pulling your hips until you were too close.

“You don’t have to do this, Javi,” you said.

Javi nuzzled your neck and placed a soft kiss there. “Maybe I want to do it,” he said.

“You know this was the first and only time, right?” There was enough light to see him smirk.

“We just gettin’ started, princesa,” he said with a wink.

The Secret Javier Pena Files - not sure if there will be more, but never say never.

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au-wannabe-the-very-best · 7 months

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I wonder how the clans and galaxy team are going to react once they realize that they guy that had no memories has: a terrifying ghost that eats souls and is literally on fire, a huge dragon with blades on its face that can rearrange the landscape, and a digging mole with blades for hands

and that all his “clans men” also have terrifyingly powerful Pokémon on them.

They're all freaking terrifying! There's only a handful of people in this "clan," but every one of them are perfectly capable trainers and don't seem to have much fear of Pokémon!

On one hand, everyone is going to be incredibly wary and watching for any hostile movement. On the other hand, no one wants to initiate any animosity, because, well... They'd lose. Badly. That funky little lantern ghost took down an enraged Alpha Steelix in a single hit. They're not touching that with a ten foot pole.

I'd like to think that Ingo and every depot agent has three Pokémon, except for one or two people with a non-competitive team. One of those people definitely has a full team of healing Pokémon, like a designated medic in case an accident were to happen. The medic works separately from the recovery machine you put pokéballs in. Which is great because that machine is probably completely busted after the crash. As for the other person with a non-competitive team, I imagine they're an engineer who's around in case train takes too much damage.

The complete train wreck might be a little much for them though...

The train didn't make it to the station to pick up the rest of the trainers and depot agents, so there's not enough of them to be considered an army or anything. But, they're all fully trained competitive battlers who are MEANT to be considered a challenge for modern champion-level trainers. They're scary as all shit.

#Misplaced Super Train #Submas #Ingo #Subway Boss Ingo #PLA #Pokemon #Pokémon #PLA Ingo

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dairy-farmer · 25 days

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If you like, (as I saw you indeed do, from an ask) De-ageing promts/asks? Consider THIS~!

Everyone always hitting our poor baby boy Tim with that De-Ageing! As though his puss ain't tight and assets perky! Rude! You know who SHOULD be hit?

>:Dc Bruce~

Because him and Ra's are once again going at it. Bruce is not blind and DOES NOT appreciate this man panting after his Son. Is he a hypocrite? Maybe. But he's still gonna punch Ra's about kicking his boy out a window and the various bits of leering.

They do the Traditional by now, Dramatic Heroic/Immortal Sword Fight near the pits.

Ra's makes A Comment(tm). Of what he'll do when Bruce is dead. Since Bruce has failed to join him, Talia failed to give him a Worthy Heir, and Tim proven... Interesting(tm).

Can't do SHIT without limbs, Ra's. Bruce sees red and tries to feed the fucker his own entrails. Very calm. Toooootally thinking clearly.

It was, rather predictably, a trap. But Bruce is a talented man. So now they're BOTH stabbed pretty badly. Very homo-erotic, which is also traditional. Because with Ra's of course it is. Regardless, Ra's has NOT survived this long just to die to Daddy "don't fuck my son".

Into the pits we both go!

Which? Honestly, he's been trying for YEARS to get Bruce to use. So he can see reason. Ra's can admit the irony.

They struggle. Are drowning. Healing. Still impaled. Break free of each other, even as they try to grapple each other into submission. Again, the homo-eroticism is thick enough to choke lesser men. All the while? The pits are healing.

The wounds, yes. But also everything ELSE. They ARE submerged after all. Ra's? Expects this. Bruce? No idea what's coming.

He drags Ra's blade free of his body and breaks surface. Pit furious and seeing green. Damn near baby faced, at JUST under 20.

Turns out taking care of your body means there's less to "Fix". Self destructive Missions come back to bite him once again. But? Shit. Ninjas. Pouring in to help a fresh faced Ra's. Late 20s and in his prime once more. Damn it!

This isn't over, he growls.

Does NOT like the amused way Ra's is smirking.

One fight out and a stolen jet later? Bruce gets to stare in horror at his Twink-ification. Half his sons are physically OLDER then him. There is no way in hell he can hide this with make up. Luckily, it's Gotham.

He stages a kidnapping of himself. "Unknown chemical agent" combined with the INFAMOUS Gotham bay water. Clark, pretending to be him (once he's done laughing) goes in, Twink Bruce comes out.

People believe it.

Brucie Wayne is too dumb to make this up, after all. And stranger things have happened. Once cleared by the hospital? He heads home.

Now what.

He LIKED his Dilf status. His "silver fox in the making". He didn't have to "date". Booze it up or party. He was FREE damn it. He sulks. Jason and Dick are laughing at him.

Tim let's him hide in his office. Starts crafting "new lease on life" PR campaigns. They are, unfortunately, going to have to attend a Fad Pilates-Yoga-Samba Fusion Dance class. He's so sorry.

It's awful.

What's WORSE?

Is he forgot how HORNY he was at this age. It Does. NOT. Stop. Just an endless stream of wanting to thrust and fuck and lick and suck and-. It literally keeps him up at night! Even after patrol! And Selina? She won't touch him with a ten foot pole.

He's "an infant".

Call her when he's fixed.

He ALMOST considers some of the girls in his god awful class. But then they open their mouths and say some of the most soulless, casually cruel, things he's ever heard. And THAT reminds him he has standards.

He manages to find NICE ones, but then THEN start talking? And good lord, they are BABIES. Where are their fathers and why have they failed these wonderful young ladies? Have a college fund. Bruce is your father now.

And STILL horny.

Possibly in hell.

He tells this, even though he probably shouldn't, to Tim. Rants really. Because Tim let him hide again. Brought him coffee and dinner. And? Frankly? TIM is reasonable! Bruce wouldn't BE in this situation if he could find even a SINGLE woman like him!

And Tim watches Bruce pace. Muscles rolling as he walks. Still in work out gear. Young, nearly his age, so hot Tim wants to choke himself on his... Well. Tim COULD point out the obvious. Fleshlights. Modern toys that Bruce could no doubt improve.

OR~ Tim could shoot his shot and go for glory.

......fuck it.

Witness Him.

Tim deliberately splays his legs. Sprawls, open and inviting. And muses, not looking at Bruce of course, if Bruce needs a Woman or just the right hole?

Bruce freezes. Because of course not. He's Bi AF, just REALLY want to fuck a... wait. Wait(tm). Bruce's brain starts punching out Options. Why Would Tim Ask That? He looks at Tim. His body language. Considers if he wants to ignore it or take this clear offer.

He's across the room and plucking the tablet from Tim's hands in a handful of strides. Naked. Now.

Young Bruce is the HORNIEST, NEEDIEST fuck you can imagine. Once you let him in? It's all over. You're gonna wake up to that morning wood pounding your puss. Spend breakfast, being his desert. As he eats you out. Humping your leg like a dog in heat. Gotta go to work? Well not before his good by fuckies! Needs to shoot his load nice and deep, so you know he loves you.

Visit you at the office. Finger fuck you at your desk. Worship your clit like he's trying to win a medal. When you finally can't concentrate any more? Pull you from your office chair and fuck you til you're a sloppy mess on the floor. Don't worry! He brought a plug so you won't mess the change of clothes he brought you! See you at lunch~!

And on and on and on. Because Bruce is physically in the horniest phase of his life, has his FULL Batman stamina, and? Realized almost IMMEDIATELY? Tim cuddles when he's well fucked and exhausted. And Bruce misses him.

So Bruce is gonna take advantage of the situation.

Can't drift away from me and go off to join some random hero team, if I'm the Best Dick Of Your Life. If your body craves me. You get so used to my constant fuckings, your day is incomplete without them~

Use my WORDS? Pshhhhh. No. I'm just going to use a seventy step plan to permanently tie Tim to me for life with my dick! Because I love him! This is a reasonable and well adjusted way for me to act, I'm gonna get such a good grade in Dad. Now if you'll excuse Bruce, he's gonna go fuck his son.

-🐼🐼🐼

!!! oh my god bruce getting deaged would be his worst nightmare ever- having to join 'new age' spritual things like something-yoga or eating some trendy new food because it aligns with his 'brucie' character- add that in to him not being able to fuck within any age group. his new '20 year old peers' are so incredibly immature and he can't fathom breaking his morality enough to fuck them and the older ones wont let him near them because THEY feel like creeps. so tim being the only logical choice left and bruce also being able to kill two birds with one stone by being able to 1. get off and 2. make sure tim stays close to him😭😭😭

#asks #answered asks #anonymous

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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hi feel free to talk about how you'd rewrite other episodes of the lost tapes

hi hello thank you for the opportunity!!!

okay so. there's a lot of episodes of lost tapes. there's a good chunk of them i'm not touching with a ten-foot pole and think should be scrapped (such as the episodes that appropriate and misrepresent Indigenous cultures b/c Ooooh Scary or w/e the fuck). but there are several that i think have the potential to be interesting and good stories.

anyway, i'm not gonna go as in-depth about the others as i did for the dover demon episode, but i'll list some episodes and like. one or two changes i'd make to make them better. wahoo! i'll mainly do the ones i listed earlier, but maybe i'll list a couple additional ones.

general change: honestly i think all of these stories would benefit from ditching the documentary aspect and just telling their stories. please don't spend half the episode trying to convince me that it's all real and every scientist who disagrees is lying to you, just tell the story you want to tell.

chupacabra - i'm gonna be honest that i think the border patrol agents in this episode should not be portrayed NEARLY as positively as they are if they're going to make an appearance, and maybe if this episode really wanted to use that plotline it'd be good to examine how THEY come into play when people die trying to cross the border into the U.S. (actually now that i think about it, maybe a storyline that focuses more on that with the monster as more of a backdrop could be interesting.)

bigfoot - no notes, this one's fine.

monster of monterey - aside from some logistical things (like how this girl has such a good skype connection in the middle of the ocean), no real notes, this one's alright.

swamp creature - i actually like this one a lot too but i think it'd benefit also from making the characters into... y'know... characters. not just monster fodder.

oklahoma octopus - set it somewhere besides oklahoma (a notoriously landlocked state which has no direct ties to any kind of ocean) and maybe i'll suspend my disbelief enough to accept literally any of the events in this story. i actually don't mind how unlikable some of the characters are here, but if they were more well-rounded i'd probably care more about what happens to them.

death raptor - i actually like this one? it's cheesy and kinda weird but it's not bad. but i think the parents letting a fucking ghost hunting crew take their traumatized young daughter back to the place she was traumatized so she can relive her trauma for their little show is uh. unrealistic at best. so the story should rely on something else.

megaconda - make them gay. lost tapes isn't the kind of show i'd really go to for good queer rep but i think it'd be nice to have something, i guess. i do like that the capitalist dies at the end, though, that's good, no notes on that one. (though i do think maybe the implications of a gigantic fucking snake that can and will attack people being loose in a city should be addressed a little more!)

mothman - this is the perfect episode actually, at least in terms of its story. in execution it's a little clumsy but there's not much in the way of Glaring Issues i want to fix.

death worm - i mean as per usual i just wish these were characters and not monster fodder. i don't even feel bad that the one guy's wife will never know what happened to him because he's barely a character. (also i think it might actually be interesting if you had some kind of queer elements here as well, but again lost tapes isn't the place i'd go to for queer rep in general. i'm just saying if you're gonna reference brokeback mountain, don't be a fucking coward and do something with it.)

hellhound - honestly i think if this just had some room to breathe this episode would be just fine. also if the characters had more Character.

okay i'll do the other seasons under the cut

vampire - genuinely no notes, this episode is actually really interesting, and i think if it had room to breathe this story would be really good.

lizard man - story-wise this is fine, but logistics-wise the suspension of disbelief is a bit hard to secure here. i don't expect a full backstory on the monster, but you expect me to believe this tiny neighborhood has a full grown lizard human in the sewers and he kills everyone he encounters and no one's noticed until literally now? okay. also the cat survives and is unharmed.

southern sasquatch - this one's actually fine i think? it's a decent horror story, and if it had room to breathe i think it'd be alright. my only question is why we need this episode AND a regular bigfoot episode.

werewolf - this might be nitpicky but the werewolf element is really minimized and i think there's a lot of missed potential in just having her be like. a girl with sharp teeth, rather than a fucking Beast And A Monster. like i love the concept of werewolf attacks being viewed by local authorities as a run-of-the-mill serial killer, but nothing is really done with the werewolf part.

death crawler - i only mention this episode to say that i'm scrapping it purely because i hate it on a conceptual level. is the story bad? not necessarily, but i dislike it.

white river monster - i mean it's kinda just a generic Scary Monster In The Water story, but at least it has good stakes for the most part and feels more believable than the octopus one. though i think earl sticking around is a bit unrealistic, if he was SO fucking certain there was a monster there. (once again though actually maybe it'd be more interesting if there was no monster and the characters died from accidents that they mistook as being caused by a monster.)

jersey devil - this would be so much better if the story did literally anything with the attempts at cult references and implications rather than just using them as OOOOOO SCARY SET PIECES.

alien - i do actually kinda hate this episode but the effects are pretty good and the story isn't BAD. i just think it's visceral and disgusting to look at. i guess maybe if there was some more internal logic about the alien, that'd be cool.

bear lake monster - the characters in the episode are all indistinguishable to me and i have no interest in any of them. make them real characters and the story would be better.

dover demon - i already talked about this one at length <3 tl;dr: make them real characters and the demon is fake.

season three overall complaint: either ditch the enigma corporation or put continuity between their episodes, oh my fucking god, if you're going to reuse the same characters why are there no lasting effects from their episodes? you don't get to say "overarching storyline time :)" and then not do it.

zombie - i get what they're going for but the way they handled the vodou elements of it come off as tone-deaf at best and actively racist at worst so i'd probably throw it out and do a different explanation for the zombies. also address the implications of the fact that the zombies are essentially released at the end without the public being informed of anything. this could be a cool story element

kraken - i'm just not really that interested in this one tbh but it's not Bad. it just could use some more characterization for the characters. i don't see why i'm supposed to care about the divers when i don't know anything about them.

strigoi vampire - i actually kinda like this one conceptually, but don't be a fucking coward. kill off the enigma agents at the end. let them die. don't pull a deus ex machina and have them survive unharmed every time.

poltergeist - i actually like this one but i don't think they know what a poltergeist is. this one scared me a lot as a kid but i think maybe they should do a different kind of ghost. also maybe do something with your ghost hunter characters to begin with.

devil monkey - again, suspension of disbelief comes into play for me, but i guess it's. fine? idk.

yeti - just put some more characterization here, and again i want to know what's gonna happen now that the yeti has apparently escaped.

beast of bray road - i just think this episode would be significantly more interesting if it actually addressed the politics around what's going on. just having it be about a far-right/alt-right militia in the woods and then not going into any of that.... there's a story here and you're deliberately avoiding it. though i will say the militia's politics makes me very unsympathetic about their deaths, so i don't feel bad for any of them.

okay this got long whoops

(edit: decided to take out the reptilian episode and just throw that in the pile of Episodes To Scrap, b/c even though i think the concept isn’t bad and changing the monster would go a long way towards making it better, uhhhhh thinking about it more. i’m not so sure about that. idk, maybe i’ll try and tackle that another time.)

#nciko #lost tapes #talk to the bunnykitty #thank you for enabling me! i love this stupid ass series! but also it sucks so much

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byzcntine · 2 years

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❛ why are you looking at me like that ? ❜ // @danviers

it had been a one time thing... or so that’s what the captain told herself before swinging by national city and picking up the government agent as though the waverider was a vintage car that people rented to take their date out for a night on the town. sara lance was — well, she wouldn’t say smitten per se, but she really didn’t want to think about it at all, if she were being honest. they hooked up and moved on. clearly. the red head had all but tossed herself on the floor to get out of the room. and honestly, she wasn’t mad at it. isn’t that what people did at weddings? or was that just what movies perpetuated over time?

none the less, they had their fill and remained friends. an almost impossible feat with the way their jobs occupied pretty much all of their free time, but they made it work. and if the blonde found herself trying to find a means of slowing down time ( or other slightly frowned upon things that would clearly land her in the dog house with the time bureau ), no one said anything about it. thankfully enough, the crew were all pretty much fanboys when it came to seeing one another happy —- a notion she wasn’t even going to touch with a ten foot pole in that moment.

“hm?” blue eyes blurred slightly as she tried to bring her attention into focus. “i wasn’t looking at you any which way...” and they both knew that was a lie. adoration had settled in as she stood there, relatively quiet, watching alex do — well, just simply watching alex. “...but if i was it would probably have something to do with the way your ass looks in those jeans.” clearing her throat, she blinked a few times before beaming a smile in the other woman’s direction as though she didn’t just get caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. ( hell, she wouldn’t mind having her hand caught there, if you know what i mean. )

#danviers #{ chapters } s. lance #ft. sara x alex

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 3 years

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The most baffling part of WKM is that everyone trusts and adores Damien, despite him being the only one in politics and actively in office. Mark made the mayor character the most trusted and loved. How????

(uh oh, you unlocked my 'Love Damien' mode)

You came to the right person! This is a great question and I will gladly go on a rant to try and help shed a little light on this!

In short, it's exactly because of how you phrased your question. There's a politician. He's seen as nice and trusted and loved. It seems like something that shouldn't be, and you assume the worst of him because it has to be an act for whatever reason; and that is because of the general view of politicians at the moment. I'm not touching IRL topics with a ten foot pole, but I will say that at present, there is a sorta wariness/a 'they don't care about us' vibe toward politicians in certain countries (including my own). That's something that then seeps into media.

Think about it. If there's a politician in a show of any sort (especially one holding office), they're usually up to no good behind the scenes or are unreliable - just like how a librarian might be cranky, for instance - in a sort of caricature. Off the top of my head I can remember seeing... A mayor that wanted to evict an entire community to build a business something-or-other to make lots of money, a mayor who branded a local team of agents as non-trustworthy when they went against his pretty crummy views (which could be the same show tbh), an absolutely useless buffoon of a mayor who needed the help of children to constantly save his city from supervillains, and a politician (maybe a mayor?) who constantly clashed with the chief of police in a city. This isn't even considering the times a politician character (whether or not they hold office) is involved with criminals, bribery, is being blackmailed, or even has a criminal record of some sort.

Damien is an exception to this trope. It may or may not be completely intentional, but it's genius on Mark's part. You walk in, see this well-dressed man with a rather cheesy Mayor badge pinned on... And people would immediately get suspicious... Something which Mark called people out on at a panel! Don't forget, every character was framed in a way to give reason for them maybe being the killer. I watched WKM (and got vaguely into the fandom) a week after it finished, so I missed the speculation in between each episode. From what I've seen, it appeared that a lot of people were wary of Damien, though I'm not too sure if it's because they were like "IT'S JUST DARK IN DISGUISE DON'T BE FOOLED" or if it was because of his job and mannerisms. Either way, it turns out his worries were genuine, and he was innocent of any crime that night, which completely subverts the expectation of a politician in a show. He's a rare breed - someone that has good intentions and a good heart, who wasn't 'tainted' by politics in some way.... But ends up getting corrupted anyway through matters far beyond his control.

Not only that, there's two important points that I think people forget and I'll go into better detail of under the read-more because this is getting pretty long.

1. The character that is the viewer has known Damien since university. That means they've been friends minimum... Let's say five years, but probably closer to ten. You're going to be more at ease and more 'yourself' around people you are very fond of, and Damien's face lit up the moment he noticed the viewer arrived. Since the viewer would be going into this cold the first time it's viewed, they wouldn't feel that bond and might think Damien's friendliness is an act. 2. While he is the Mayor, he's not The Mayor at that moment. He's merely a Mayor by title alone. For the events of Who Killed Markiplier?, he's just Damien. It would be different if we had walked into his office, but we arrived at a party with people Damien was comfortable with. He had no need to impress anyone because they were friends. Remember, the reason the badge exists is to tell the viewer what Damien does. Otherwise he could be any sort of businessman or guy in a fancy suit, and the explain everything video states that everyone thought Mark got the suit for a wedding when he shared a photo.

(Both points are showcased nicely in the very first scene we meet Damien if you compare the way he talks to the Detective - someone he barely knew - to the viewer - who has been a friend since university. When talking to Abe, Damien stands poker straight (almost rigid) and rests his hands on his cane. One hand moves to emphasise something, but the rest of his body remains still. There's a polite, yet formal, air to him. Here, he is The Mayor. I'd bet they were having casual conversation on how they met Mark or some other generic topic to break the ice. Then the pair notice you and that conversation is instantly DROPPED. Damien immediately lifts his cane as his entire body turns to the viewer. That smile isn't one that's given out of politeness. He's now Damien. There's no need to put on an act when it's a familiar friend. He still stands straight, but his body language and facial expressions are far looser and more casual. Gestures are with both hands now. His expressions are more playful, including widening his eyes to emphasise his tease about the viewer's skill of poker. This continues until he walks off-screen where, I presume, he was going to say hello to William.)

We don't know the extent of how much anyone trusts anyone else, but one of the big exceptions is the Colonel. I know I've written a headcanon on a roleplay blog about this, but he didn't know you, so he was polite, but distant and aloof. He had no reason to even care about you. We saw a good example of William acting like this the morning after. HOWEVER, after spotting the viewer talking to Damien outside at the end of the first episode, he notices a connection. The moment he knows you are Damien's friend he opens up with no hesitation in the second episode and is rather friendly toward you from then on. He trusts you because he trusts Damien, which to me suggests that our Mayor keeps good company and has a good judge of character. Plus, no one really has a reason to think ill of Damien. He and William have an argument focused on William's reaction to Mark's death (and don't forget that Damien wanted to apologise but William kept running away), while Celine shuts him down for Damien trying to get her to reconsider her idea; but neither are motives for them to be suspicious of Damien. Chef and George are indifferent, while the Butler is probably indifferent but feels comfortable enough to make a drug joke with Damien in earshot (and Tyler's IC stream as Butler had it that he thought well of Damien, but this might not be considered canon). On the other hand, you could say that the Detective is wary of Damien, but he was suspicious of everyone between all the work he did and the warning he got from Mark, so it's not completely reliable.

Speaking of, I haven't forgotten about the Detective's study and how there's a record sheet for Damien with something scribbled out. Unfortunately, I don't think it's something we'll ever get clarification on. I double-checked the explanation stream and there wasn't any mention of what was on it... But I feel like I heard Mark say something like 'forget about what is there, focus on why it's there', or how it got there in the first place? Maybe it was for another project, but the idea is more that the Detective's work was built up over time, and not in the span of that weekend; rather than focusing on every little piece of writing that can be seen. Perhaps there is something shady in Damien's life... But since it wasn't relevant to the 'story' we were being shown, it was omitted. This could very well be where people take the idea of a corrupt politician and run with it (and I have seen some excellent roleplayers over the years work with that!), or they could be like me and say that the crimes were things he was framed for. Or maybe, as I'm writing this, it could be like how Abe had documents for things that didn't happen in WMLW, and that the crimes he scribbled out were ones that Dark would do later... But that's going into theorist territory and that's not at all relevant to what I'm talking about.

Anyway, I've rambled on waaay too much as it is. He's trusted and loved as a character because he's so human. Mark pointed out in the explanation stream that Damien was the only one to question what was going on. He was upset, mourning, and had no idea what to do. It's a vulnerability that you don't see from people often, especially if they are supposed to be leaders.

If there's anything people wanna add or point out, jump in and do so! :D

#Ash talks #(it's either Damien or Y.ancy. I think they're the two you can really get me ranting about so apologies for the length!)#(when you've been writing a character for three years you tend to think a LOT about them)#(I'm no theorist or someone who claims to be the 'best Damien writer' btw. I just really appreciate our good Mayor)#long post #(I was nearly late for work because I wanted to start this before work; and I've spent over an hour AFTER work adding to it)#(there's a read-more but I wrote a LOT damnit)#who killed markiplier #mayor damien #(also it's a nice change to not have to rapidly proof-read and put dots in the middle of important words so it doesn't appear in searches!)#(how much answers the question and how much is me being like 'DAMIEN IS A GOOD MAN'? You decide!)

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waywardimpalawriter · 3 years

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Heel’s (a Javier Peña x Plus Size Reader) Part 1 of 2

Heels

Pairing: Javier Peña x Plus Size F!Reader

Character’s: Javier Peña, Reader, Steve Murphy,

Setting: During season one towards the end.

Rating: M, NSFW

Warnings: body shaming, gun use, teasing, office sex, Angry Javier (yes it needs a warning cause that man is to sexy when he’s angry), handcuffs, smut, unprotected sex,

Word count: Part 1: 3,913

Summary: Nothing is more distracting than a pair of heels for him and a brown eyed DEA agent for you. Tensions run high, spilling over in the most unlikely of places.

Notes: For the Pedro clue game, because of the lovely @221bshrlocked I do hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, reblog and likes all will be excepted with a hug and chocolate kiss.

Click, click, click, heels sounding on the tile floor, dark eyes raising to catch sight of those red heels. Soft curse leaving his lips, trying to look away but couldn’t resist the temptation of moving up. Legs wrapped in denim to thick thighs making his mouth water at the vision before him. Tan suit coat, covering a deep red tunic style blouse wrapping around your plush figure, hiding those curves he so wants to get his hands on. If you’d only let him. Smirk sliding over his lips, eyes lingering on your generous breasts for a moment longer than manners dictate. Trailing higher only to be side lined by the hand on your hip leaning against your desk by his office. Wasting no time in meeting your eyes that stare right into his, brow lifted in challenge.

Eyes roll with a shake of your head placing your purse in the bottom draw giving him the perfect view of your cleavage. Knowing he’s still watching you and sure enough when you right yourself his eyes have dropped back to those luscious tits. Pink tongue peeking out to swipe across his lips slowly.

“Put those eyes back in your head Peña and close your mouth before you catch a fly,” snarking with a sharp turn of your hips. Swaying back the way you came to grab a coffee of crappy office coffee. Wishing you hadn’t woke late this morning so you could’ve stopped at the corner cafe and get your usual. Just another reason today sucked. Though you couldn’t help but feel confident especially wearing your favorite red heels. Even managing to catch the eye of the DEA’s resident bad boy.

Gruff laughter meets your ears before turning the corner, only barely catching the, “Fuck you Murphy.”

Still laughing, Steve grabs for the pack on his desk pulling a cigarette out to light, “Hey can’t help she pinned your ass Peña. You shouldn’t have been looking so hard,” giving the other man a knowing smirk.

“Besides it’s not like you can’t find better, too much fluff and sass for my taste. Save it for those hot chica’s with long legs that go on for days and tits that are just begging to be squeezed. Not some whale in jeans,” harsh words spill from Carter’s lips leaning in the doorway of Murphy and Peña’s office. Bright smile crossing his features like he hadn’t just insulted you.

Fist’s balled up at his side, his own cigarette crushing in two between his fingers. Going to stand taking a step forward. “Well, this whale in jeans happens to be the one who makes sure your ass doesn’t get fired Carter. If I recall correctly you suck at paper work, can’t string two words together that make sense.” Cheery tone that doesn’t meet the fire dancing in your eyes trained on the man in front of you. “To bad your shoe size is your IQ which is smaller than your pencil dick. If you focused as much on catching Escobar as you do a woman’s ass or tit’s you would’ve had him by now.” Arms folded over your chest, glare deep and hard making Carter bristle where he stands.

“Fucking bitch you know nothing about me,” anger coloring his tone, muddy green eyes flashing with barely held fire. “Can’t help no one would touch your fat ass with a ten foot pole.”

Snorting, placing hands on your generous hips seeing Javier take another step forward. If his eyes could shoot fire Carter would be a pile of ash right now. “Oh sweetheart I know plenty, in fact I know how you’ve been sleeping around with Mandy down in accounting while your poor pregnant wife is at home having to put up with your fucked up ass.” Seeing his eyes widen, “That’s right Carter I know more than you think and if you value your dick any you’ll walk out of this office now before you get a black eye.”

Back straighten he steps forward as if to confront or call your bluff, however the hand on his shoulder, painful and heavy digs into the flesh under starch white dress shirt. Voice deep, holding a warning in the cadence, surely this fucker would heed. “I suggest you do as she said asshole or you might find yourself on the wrong end of a sicario’s gun.”

Wanting to land a nice right hook to his face hearing bone crush under his fist for the pain he caused you. Catching the flash of doubt in those soft eyes, subtle drop of your shoulders. For good measure Javier landed two sold slaps to his shoulder before pushing him out the doorway. Turning back hand rubbing the spot to relieve the ache, on the tip of his tongue to say more. However, the withering stares from both Steve and Javier has him leaving just as quickly as he came. Eyes drifting back in your direction, fixing to tell you not listen to the words of a jackass like him.

But you’ve already turned away and sat at your desk ignoring the way his eyes are boring into the side of your head. Trying not to listen to the ramblings of a son of bitch like Carter, words you’ve heard before and brushed aside. But this time it’s different, this time Javi’s standing there listening. The very thought has your guts twisting in distaste wanting you own shot at Carter. With a shake of your head, trying to dispel those thoughts you get back to work, a needed distraction from both men and your own mind.

Shaking his head, Javier stepped back into his office catching sight of Murphy staring at him brows drawn together, “What?”

“Nothing just,” flicking the ashes into the tray at his desk, looking between him and you, “Don’t know why you haven’t told her.”

“Tell her what Murphy? There isn’t anything going on between me and Y/N,” words hissed between clinched teeth. The answer a lie he’s been telling himself for the better part of the last year brings a bitterness to his tongue. He’s tried everything to get you out of his system, to forget the beautiful melody of your voice, speaking his name. Soft curl to his senses of your perfume that lingers for far too long once he’s home. It’s almost no use your his drug, the only legal kind that has no counter to the effects you cause his body. Knowing the only way to kill his craving is to have you. But would one taste be truly enough? Head shaking, taking his seat and grabbing up the latest file on Escobar’s whereabouts. Praying for a respite in his thoughts and from those fucking heels.

Mercy though isn’t granted with every time you stand. The teasing click of your heels, wondering what it would feel like to have those legs wrapped around his waist, heels still on. Eyes darting up to watch your shapely ass sway in those sexy ass jeans wishing to have it fill his hands while rocking into you. Adjust himself a half dozen times in the span of thirty minutes, because of you, zipper biting into his hard cock. Hating the fact that Murphy’s right, but also not wanting to put you in danger. In his eyes that’s only half the reason he’s not good enough for your sweetness. The sass and softness you exude, your confidence and even the vulnerability you try to hide from him. Frustrated growl leaving his lips, feeling like today is testing the limits of his patience’s.

Javier slams the file back on to the desk, biting off a curse, and grabbing his keys. Needing fresh air before he did something stupid. Like pull you into the nearest storage room and show you how a man should worship your curves. Little nagging voice that sounds suspiciously sounding like Murphy, asking if that truly would be enough for him? Would stating that hungry keep him from craving his favorite treat forever?

Sky blue eyes rolling so hard Steve swears he might’ve hurt himself. “Stubborn fucker,” words muttered just loud enough for Peña to hear. Getting a middle finger salute for his troubles.

“I’m going out want anything?” Stopping beside your desk, one hand resting on the back of your chair invading your space.

Eyes closing for a brief moment his scent, tobacco mixed with a dash of whiskey and leather assault your senses making your head spin. Turning your head to answer and catching the dark look in those russet orbs. You swallow the gasp threatening to spill forth at finding him so close, unexpected though not unwanted. A vision of burying your nose in the crook of his neck inhaling his musk, getting intoxicated off the essence flashes across your mind. Igniting your arousal, setting your body on fire with his close proximity.

“Yeah bring me a coffee back the shit here sucks and I haven’t had enough caffeine to put up with the bullshit today,” getting up to come rest against the office doorway. Smirk still ghosting over Steve’s lips at the way Javier is watching you.

Deep voice breaking you from the sexual fog, pushing Javier off your chair to lean over and pull your purse from the draw, cleavage on display for those russet orbs. Making him swallow hard, trying to avert his eyes but finding the allure of your skin, the soft globes pressed up too much to bare. He’s only brought back from those lustful thoughts of what they would feel like held in his hands, giving each a squeeze. Plucking the nipples till your whimpering and begging for him to take you. When you straighten purse in your lap. Searching for your wallet, and pulling a couple of bills out to hand Javier. “Coffee for me to please, woke late didn’t have time to stop.”

“Your money’s no good hermosa I’ll get it,” locking eyes with yours while extending his hand towards Steve for his cash.

Head shaking, you place the bills in his palm before Steve can, “Three sugars and five creams please Javi and whatever Steve wants.” Finger’s trailing from his palm, ghosting over the skin to brush the side his wrist. Keeping your eyes locked with his, itching to touch more of him than just his palm.

“Murphy can pay for his own fucking coffee your’s I’ll get,” trying to keep his features neutral and not give away the fact your touch just electrocuted him. Sending heat to flood his veins, dancing and twisting its way around his body. The soft purr of his shorten name from your mouth damn near brought him to his knees. Cock twitching in interested at the flare of your nose in anger or annoyance he didn’t care either way. Since it made the color of your eyes dance.

Pulling his wallet out, “For fuck sakes just bone already gees I’m tired of the eye fucking you two are doing.” Slamming his money in Javier’s hand before turning back towards his desk. Missing the scowl you toss his way and the middle finger Javier adds.

Going to pull your cash out till he catches the scowl you send his way, “Turn that glare down sweetheart it don’t scare me.” Slapping the bills down in front of you, leaning into your space making you lean back, catching the soft scent of sandalwood and vanilla. Trying very hard not to bury his nose in your neck and inhale you. “Like I said I’ll get your coffee a thank you for doing my paperwork,” lips ghosting over your cheek before standing to his full height, catching the sharp intake of breath. Wondering if he had the same effect on you as you have on him. But dismissing that thought with a shake of his head turning to leave.

“You better be scare Peña I do know where you live and can castrate your ass in seconds,” smirking when he turns back, eyes comically widening to look you over.

“As tempting as that sounds hermosa I like my dick where it is but I’m still paying for your coffee so suck it up.” Tossing you a wink that makes you roll your eyes. “Now if you wanted to come over all you got to do is ask, I’m very sure I can show you a good time.”

Running the tip of your tongue over your bottom lip, eyes staying locked with Javier’s thankful the bullpen is mostly empty except for Steve and a couple of other agents who aren’t paying you any mind. Having heard this so many times they mostly tune it out in favorite of actually getting work done.

“Oh Peña you’re sweet and the offer sounds real nice and all but you couldn’t handle me,” raising from your chair to walk towards him, hips swaying with each step. Warm hand landing on his chest patting the firm muscles under his red button up. A shirt that shouldn’t look so fucking sexy on him but does. Complementing his skin tone and making you pant with need. “But call me when you want more than having another notch on your bed post. I can guarantee that I’ll rock your world better than anyone else.” The very idea has his shaft thickening in those sinfully tight blue jeans. Especially when you lock eyes with his, licking your lips slowly, hand caressing his chest with the tips of your fingers. Tracing an imaginary line that shoots right to his dick making him throb. “The very thought is just exquisite,” knowing your playing with fire at tempting Javier.

The imp side of you couldn’t help it, all the teasing, the flirting he’s done to you. Not to mention the man is sexy as sin, with those dark dreamy eyes, smoky bedroom voice and a body you wouldn’t say no to mapping with your tongue. The more rational part of you knew it’s all for show, Javier Peña would never see you as anything more than a secretary. Someone to do his paperwork and fill out the requests forms. But for a few moments you’d give him a run for his money in the flirting department. Chasing away the words of Carter an hour ago, to replace them with the way Javier’s molten russet eyes focus on you.

Regarding you for a few moments, warm hand burning into his skin part wishing you’d move it off, part wanting it to slide lower. “Careful cariño you might find yourself trapped between a rock and a hard place one day and no amount of sass will get you free.”

Brow lifting, “Is that a challenge Señor Peña? Because I do like a good challenge.” Giving his chest one more pat before stepping around him. Heading for the supply room to grab up another stack of note pads for the coming meeting. Missing the way his eyes follow you, the hard set of his jaw, that ticks with every clack of your heels.

“Fucking heels, fucking tease,” words hissed between clinched teeth, crunch of money in his balled up fists. But God he wished to take you up on that offer, making you scream his name all night long. Laughter meeting his ears, bringing him from the stupor you’ve left him in. The added slap to his back makes him turn to face Steve.

“You got it bad man,” words muttered around a lit cigarette. “Go get the coffee before a tip or some other shit comes in. You can think about her later when your hand can get into the action.”

Taking a deep breath though that doesn’t help since your scent lingers filling his lungs with the mixture of tobacco added. Teasing his scenes, making all the blood rush south, a deep ache filling his body. One he’s sure no one but you can sooth, which only serves to make a curse fly from his lips. Heavy strides eat up the steps out of the office taking in the fresh air. Trying to cool his heated skin and think about something other than fucking you up against every surface in the embassy he can.

Hour later Javi returns, three cups balanced in his hands, mood only slightly improved though the tent in his jeans has gone down. Only to twitch back to life when your sweet melodic laughter meets his ears. Scowl marring his features when he sees you engaged in conversation with someone he’s not familiar with. Someone who’s making you laugh, head tossed back exposing the column of your throat and collarbone. Places for his lips to press and nibble, thoughts he’s tried to banish while, out coming back like a Mac truck slamming into his brain. Purposefully stepping through the bullpen to stop in front of your desk capturing your attention from the male agent leaning on the tall file cabinet just behind you. One hand on his forearm, your body turned half way towards the new agent. Till you spot him out of your peripheral vision, bottom lip caught between your teeth at the ridged stance of his body.

Knowing your playing with fire, you let the hand on Sebastian’s arm slide down teasingly glancing back up at him. “We’ll talk later Seb I’m sure there are things you gotta be doing.”

Returning your smile, reaching up to brush his fingers over your cheek, “Not really I’m good right here doll.”

Nostrils flaring in mild annoyance, clearing his throat to gain your attention. “Your coffee hermosa just as you asked for,” lips tipped upward in a smirk. Placing it down while keeping eye contact with you.

Watching with peeked interest as you take the top off, bringing the cup to your lips, blowing cool air over the hot liquid before taking a sip. Soft moan vibrating through your chest, eyes closing in delight. “Fuck,” single word barely leaves his lips at the sight you present him. Wondering how such simple actions can have him busting at the seams.

“That’s the stuff so fucking good almost better than sex,” opening your eyes to pin Javier with darken eyes.

Snorting, raising back to full height, “If you think that’s better than sex sweetheart then your fucking the wrong men.”

“Boasting again Javi, I bet your all talk and no action,” taking another sip, small drip of caramel colored liquid resting on your bottom lip. Tongue peeking out to catch the drop, before swiping across your full lips slowly. Eyes raise to catch his, swallowing at how dark they’ve become. Insnared by the heat you can’t look away even as he takes a drink of his own coffee. Making your eyes drop and watch the bob of his Adams apple wishing you could press your lips against his skin, tracing up to a smirk tugged set of firm lips.

Knowing you’ve been caught staring, the Lord is merciful as a throat clears and Steve comes over to snatch his cup from the desk. “Eye fucking wonderful,” slapping Javier on the back, “Move your ass Peña we got a tip while you were out fooling around.”

Blinking you turn to find the other agent gone, “Did Sebastian take off?” A little let down that he hadn’t stuck around. Entertaining the idea of asking him out, seeing where things could lead. Though that little voice kept reminding you he’s no Javier.

“Yup couldn’t stand the sex spilling from the two of you.” Deep chuckle leaves his lips when you give him the bird and go back to your own paperwork. “Said he’d be back later for the finished forms, muttering about not wanting to be caught in between.”

Eyes rolling at Steve’s pointed quip, “There’s nothing between us Murphy to get caught in. Beside’s Seb’s nice eye candy, sweet, and knows how to fill out his reports and requests forms without the coffee stains and only God knows what else littering the pages.”

“If you say so Y/N, though I’ve seen it with my own two eyes,” shaking his head turning to head out.

Head shaking at his answer, your eyes travel to look over at Javier who just stares for a moment with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Coffee cup hovering against his lips before taking another drink. Your brow raises wondering exactly what thought’s run through his mind. But bite the question off even as you keep your eyes locked with his.

Yellow tinted aviators slid over those molten russet eyes that regard you carefully. Not wanting to let on how much your comment stung. “Gives you cavities, too much candy that is, wrapper all nice but nasty on the inside.” Witnessing the way that Sebastian guy looked at you not liking it in the least. Judgement could be wrong he tries to reason with himself, it’s your decision not his the other argument rambling around in his mind. Thought most of all the plunge his heart took with the way you had looked at Sebastian, one he never saw directed at him. Pushing everything aside to get his head in the game the day going to shit what’s one more thing to add to the pile.

His parting words frustrated you to the very core. It’s not like he’s interested in you so why the cryptic bullshit? Why all the teasing and looks today? Ones that keep you on your toes and make them curl in your heels at the smoky cadence of his voice. Always making you shiver in need but he’s off limits. Sebastian being a better choice right? Palms cupping your head trying to reason out what to do and getting no where except a headache thumping the blood vessels painfully in your head. Try as you might to go back to work but failing at focusing on any one task.

Calling Steve an hour after they left to check in, “How’s the tip going?” Twirling your pen between fingers as you sit back and cradle the phone between your shoulder and ear.

“Chasing our tails again Y/N,” shaking his blond head, eyes taking in the scenery for a moment. “Tip was a dead end or someone just messing with us. Either way a big waste of time and just served to piss Peña off,” chuckling when the man in question gave him the bird, hands still on the steering wheel. “How’s things there?”

“Dead as a door mouse Steve,” sighing tossing your pen to the desk and sitting up.

Hearing the tone, “Everything okay you sound distracted?”

“It’s all good just bored, all the other agents are out in the field, bullpen’s pretty empty.”

“Ah so it’s just you and Sebastian left huh?” Smirking to himself, seeing the small tick in the other man’s jaw.

Confused you look around seeing no one but yourself for right now, “Uh Steve that’s not what…”

“That’s mighty nice of him to keep you company for a while. You two going out to lunch together?” Trying to keep a straight face, knowing full well Peña isn’t much of the jealous type but something seems to be triggering the little green eyed monster right now.

“Right I think you’ve flipped your lid Murphy or taken one too many hits to the head. Which ever it is I think I’ll let you get back to cracking the case.” Shaking your head you hang up the phone giving it a peculiar look before getting back to your own work.

To Part Two

#Javier Peña Smut #Narcos fiction #Javier Peña x Plus Size Female Reader #Javier Peña x Plus Size FemReader #Javier Peña x Plus Size F!Reader

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varusai · 2 years

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🌹 ROSE - do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?🎀 RIBBON - how would they fit into other worlds / aus? what aus would you like to try out? what fictional world would they fit / not fit into?💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?(I'm not sure if you're doing this anymore, but could you possibly do this for Thace, Ulaz and Sniv?)

just a heads up, this was an oc ask thing that i was doing for pbp, hence why it was tagged with sendak, haxus, and shiro, since they're the main characters who have shown up in the fic and have a lot of characterization. ngl i dont remember who sniv was so that ones out. and thace and ulaz haven't shown up yet so they haven't reached oc status but i do have personality hcs for them so here we go

🌹 ROSE- do they like valentines day? have they been confessed to before? have they confessed to anyone before?

i don't hc that galra have a 1 on 1 equivalent to valentines day, but a major part of galra culture when dealing with serious romantic relationships are the declaration and gifts to follow. and since i ship thace and ulaz, it was thace who 'confessed'. It was gonna be him or nothing because ulaz actually thinks a lot of that shit is silly and ridiculously performative. he's very private and introverted and actually wasn't too happy about it but they got it all worked out.

🎀 RIBBON - already answered. not for thace or ulaz specifically but the answer is still the same.

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them

rip to them because neither of them fall asleep easily lmao. the stress and anxiety of being undercover really takes it out of them and they've both developed pretty bad insomnia. especially thace, since his position is the most precarious and difficult to maintain. ulaz gets off a little easier since his position is not directly in the public eye, but the extended amount of time around haggar and the druids is similarly stressful. leads to a lot of paranoia. he both has trouble falling asleep and staying asleep.

as for what helps?? nothing really. medication is off the table because it could mess with alertness upon waking if there's an emergency so the only option is to just deal with it. both of them tend to keep themselves very busy. work work work until they just drop and finally sleep. especially ulaz, he's notorious for this.

thace is somewhat better off due to the fact that he does have actual friends in high command. the op requires him to socialize and network and he's in tight with all the different cmdr/lt teams that rotate through central command. so spending time with other people and resting communally when he's comfortable enough to do so helps him. especially when haxus is around since haxus knows about him being a blade agent and spy and really doesn't care.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favorite cake flavor? are they specific about types of cakes?

thace actually doesn't like cake or really sweet stuff at all lol. much more of a sour flavors person. or kind of the lightly sweet but mostly spicy deserts, so he really wouldn't touch cake with a ten-foot pole.

ulaz however loves cake. fruit flavor specifically, and nothing that's super dense or overly rich because it will make him sick.

#thace #ulaz #galra #voltron #ask games #anon

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academy13 · 3 years

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Random thoughts that I have at work....

Peggy and Bucky adopt each other as siblings and nobody wants to touch how much they rag on each other with a ten foot pole... any of the Howling Commandos who have siblings are just like ‘that’s how it is’ and Steve is EXASPERATED.

Philips is done with all of them, how done he is varies on day and the antics and who started the antics. He once just drove off in a Jeep because he was going to literally murder Agent Carter and Sergeant Barnes and he figured driving off on “official business” was better than getting court martialed for murdering one of the best goddamn spies he knows and Captain America’s best friend (When he’s really sick of Steve’s shit he just looks at the shield and asks “How’re your reflexes?” and Steve has flashbacks to Peggy shooting at him and he knows Philips will shoot him with much more prejudice than she did. And maybe he’ll find a horse for good measure...) Peggy and Bucky have an ongoing debate about the Lone Ranger, namely which one of them is Tonto and which one of them is the Lone Ranger. Steve and the Commandoes avoid the topic at all costs because it will lead to HOURS of heated debate and they’ve heard the argument far too many times. Once though, they purposely set them off to get information out of some HYDRA goon they’d captured and the goon lost his shit at the both of them only to promptly piss himself when faced with matching death glares. Needless to say, the HYDRA goon was very happy to talk to Captain America... it continues for decades after the War, to the point that over the years the Commandoes refuse to talk to Peggy about the Lone Ranger and that Steve will literally walk out of Peggy’s room if Bucky is visiting her because both their memories are basically garbage, but they remember THAT and he wishes he could drink because he heard enough of their argument during the war. Eventually he and Sharron are watching baseball games and vehemently ignoring the pair of them. Bucky is the most annoying unwanted Uncle to Sharron and she literally cannot understand how he and Peggy got along (she secretly doesn’t mind, but she still can’t fathom their relationship. Peggy’s not even like that with Michael, so she has no clue why in the hell they are such shit heads to each other). Sam is laughing his ass off the entire time because “You guys are family, that’s what all this is. Family. God, I wanna be at this Thanksgiving...” Steve, Peggy, Bucky, and Sharron in unison. “No you don’t!” “Oh hell yes!” Thanksgiving is a disaster there aren’t enough words to describe how insane and chaotic it is and Sam LOVES IT because he’s highly entertained the entire time (Tony shows up for like 5 minutes before NOPING the fuck out and Thor swings by with Jane during desert and everyone proceeds to get plastered. Thor is also highly pleased that Jane is worthy, and everyone looses their minds when they discover that Peggy is worthy. Peggy’s response is “I know my value.” and Sharron is like “That’s my fucking superhero aunt!” and like nobody disagrees, with Bucky going “Superhero since before Captain America!”)

#Let me have this #The MCU doesn't have quality group moments #I want them all

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melynen · 4 years

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Sweet Pandemonium - 00Q

((Inspired by the prompt of LDWS week 4, and adds on to this fic.))

“Who authorised this?” Q demands as soon as he’s finished reading the mission brief. “Who, upon seeing that the mission requires two agents, in their infinite wisdom decided to give it to double-ohs bloody five and seven?”

Moneypenny, for her part, gives him a look that is a mix of virtuous innocence and smug satisfaction that is surely meant to proclaim her sterling inculpability. Q sees right through it, though, because she’s barely even trying to conceal the latter.

Bond and Shaw, the bloody double-ohs in question, give him matching hurt looks, both of which Q is perfectly capable of ignoring, having seen them far too many times due to Bond being his lover and Shaw his close friend. A very close friend with whom he’s been undercover as boyfriends, he might add, which only means that he’s even better equipped to resist the pout that’s forming on those full lips.

“I am hurt, Q,” Shaw declares when all it does is make Q roll his eyes. “Hurt, I tell you. Bond and I are the best agents for this mission, ask anyone.”

“I did, and I can think of at least five better candidates off the top of my head.”

“Should I feel insulted? I think I should feel insulted,” Bond says, making Moneypenny grin and Q feel the beginnings of a small but persistent headache forming behind his eyes.

“I’m making R your handler, just so you know,” Q tells the room at large. There’s no way he’ll touch this particular mission with a ten-foot pole, that’s for sure.

“Oh my sweet crumpet,” Shaw says, strangely cheerful, “you can’t.”

“It needs to be you. M’s orders,” Bond adds.

Q glances at Moneypenny who nods at him, sounding a touch apologetic. “They’re correct. The mission needs the best people, and you’re it, Q.”

“We’re all it,” Shaw corrects.

“Yes, fine, you’re all it. Just remember this the next time you feel like complaining about never getting any interesting missions.” Moneypenny gives both agents a pointed look, then turns back to Q. “You’ve got until the end of the week to finish the kits. Do you think it’s doable?”

Q nods. “Yes, I see no problem there,” he says, with the barest hint of a stress over the word ’there’. The problem lies squarely on Bond and Shaw, as far as he’s concerned.

Moneypenny smiles. “Excellent. I’ll go give M the good news.” She offers Bond and Shaw a regal nod and then leaves Q’s office.

“The way I see it,” Q tells the two menaces still remaining, “there’s only one way for this mission to succeed.”

“Which is…?”

“That neither of you will call me anything other than Q while we’re on the clock. There will also be absolutely no ignoring me or accidentally losing your earpiece or any other shenanigans I’m used to seeing from you. Yes, Bond, I mean you. And yes, Shaw, I do mean the ban on all pet names. Can you both do that much for me?”

Q looks from Bond to Shaw and back and raises an eyebrow to show that he means business. Neither of them look particularly impressed, however.

“Of course, darling,” Bond is quick to assure him.

Shaw nods emphatically. “Certainly. You know us, we aim to please.”

Q snorts. “Yes, yourselves.”

“Is it just me, or does our Q have an awfully low opinion on our sincerity?” Shaw asks, ponderingly.

“He does, doesn’t he? I think we ought to do something about it,” Bond replies, taking a step closer to where Q stands.

“I agree. Perhaps you have something in mind to start with?”

“I most certainly do.”

“Bond…” Q says warningly, but to no avail. Bond still makes his way over to him and effortlessly corners him against the filing cabinet; although to be entirely honest, Q’s not exactly resisting his boyfriend’s advances. (It’s been a long day and he misses Bond’s closeness, so sue him.)

“Well, it looks like you have everything under control here,” Shaw says, sounding more amused than the situation warrants, at least if anyone asks Q. (Not that anyone does, but he’s not exactly surprised.) “So I shall take my leave. Though Q? Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

With those parting words, Shaw exits the office. Q shakes his head at what has become an inside joke of sorts between the three of them, and then focuses his attention on Bond again.

“Hello, Q,” Bond says with that specific tone in his voice. Q has become intimately acquainted with it during his time as Bond’s boyfriend, and so he can easily predict just what the man is after.

“Hello to you too,” Q says, patiently looking into Bond’s eyes.

“I’ve missed you all day,” Bond murmurs and leans closer to nuzzle at Q’s neck and jawline. Q shivers at the feeling and brings up a hand to run his fingers through Bond’s hair, still feeling elated that he can.

“You’ve been here at my branch most of the day,” he feels compelled to point out. Although to be fair, he’d been too busy to really acknowledge Bond’s presence for the better part of the day, and when he did it was to give the man a gadget that needed testing, or to direct him to some of his minions that needed a helping hand.

All in all, Bond’s feelings are definitely welcome.

“That is certainly one way to put it,” Bond allows, sounding muffled but clearly amused. “Another would be that I was here but you were pretty much ignoring me.”

“I can’t help it if I’m busy while at work.”

“Neither can you blame me for wanting you in my arms.”

“You’ve got me there now,” Q says, then gasps when Bond takes it as his cue to start nipping and kissing at his skin.

”James… we’re in full view of the cameras.”

“I don’t care.”

“Of course you don’t,” Q mutters, but he tilts his head obligingly when Bond nudges him with his nose and enjoys the affection.

“It’ll be fine, darling,” Bond says after a while, punctuating it with a gentle kiss at the corner of Q’s mouth.

“Will it though?” Q asks, seeking reassurance. “Will you two be able to follow the mission directive without any undue deviations, the way you especially have a habit of doing?”

“We will,” Bond says. “While we may occasionally act in ways that might suggest otherwise, we are professionals.”

“Sometimes I do beg to differ,” Q says, and gets a kiss with more than a hint of teeth in it as his punishment. Not that he considers it a punishment, really, and he retaliates by lightly scratching his fingers along Bond's scalp down to his nape.

“You really don’t have to worry about the mission,” Bond says after. “Besides, you’ll be in our ear the whole time.”

“Mm, yes, there is that.” Q says, although there’s still perhaps a hint of disbelief in his tone.

Bond tightens his hold on him in turn, but this time he keeps whatever comments he may have for himself.

Q tries his best to bury his misgivings against Bond’s chest and enjoy the feeling of being held so close. After all, it could be worse: he could be expected to physically leave Q Branch and go into the field together with both Bond and Shaw. He shudders at the mere thought of it and hopes that things will never go quite as far as that.

#mely writes fanfiction #00Q #007 fest #teambondvillains

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saltylikecrait · 3 years

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3, 37, 39

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Pretty much anything involving incest or rape as romance. However, I’m sick of the Coffee Shop AU, simply because I’ve worked in customer service and getting asked out by customers is rude and puts the worker in a bad spot.

37. Talk about your current wips.

I’m not really writing fanfiction anymore besides a few one shots in the Pokemon Sword and Shield tag and the last few chapters of my Star Wars sequel trilogy rewrite. Currently, I’m submitting a novel manuscript to agents and working on a second draft of a contemporary fantasy novel.

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

It depends on the kind of rudeness. In the last year, these kind of reviews have been non-existent. When racism comes into play like it did for a lot of my Star Wars fics, I would report the user and follow up with AO3 staff to make sure it didn’t go unpunished somehow. With general reviews like, “U suck,” I just delete them. I haven’t really gotten anything in between this.

40 Questions Meme for Fic Writers

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lordsireno · 4 years

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What if? Allison/Leonard role swap

Like, Leonard dies while in an active combat zone he never should have been in, and Allison becomes the one to chase his ghost?

Alison may be a military woman, but when she sets her mind to something, she won’t let anything stop her. She gathers up her husband’s research, picks at a few higher powers, and plays the strategic leader until it gets her Project Freelancer, the next magic bullet for the war. She becomes known as the Director and gathers up various soldiers to train into the final solution.

Alison takes a more personal approach to the role. She takes time to break in each new recruit, beating them down in a training match to show she’s in charge. The Director isn’t just a leader to the Freelancers, it’s a goal to work towards, and a threat to stay in line.

She gets permission for one AI, and thus Alpha comes aboard the Mother of Intervention, a little grey light that reminds her of her younger days. Then suddenly Beta is created, so like her lost love. She knows the implications, but she’s too enamored by the thought of him back in her life. She assigns him the code name Agent Texas and introduces him to the program. Leonard was never a fighter, which is what got him killed in the first place, so he doesn’t perform well during combat training exercises. He’s smart enough in any learnt lessons, but he’s brash and mouthy like when they’d first met (in parallel to Alpha’s youth, she thinks.) and she doesn’t send him anywhere dangerous, so he ends up being taken in by lower ranked agents like the Triplets and Agent Washington.

Time continues, new fragments are assigned to agent. Challenges and changes happen. York is never injured in a training incident, Carolina isn’t blinded by competition within her team (whenever the Directors eyes are on her however…), CT struggles to find someone trustworthy to pass on her information (but does grow curious about one Agent the Director always seems to be watching.)

Events hereafter become warped (and ultimately could lead to major canon divergence and different allegiances forming around the non-combat orientated Beta/Leonard) but suspend disbelief for a moment and consider the project still falls apart like in canon.

PFL falls apart, but Allison is determined to hide the Alpha, and tucks her away in a simulation outpost under the care of Agent Florida. And so begins the life of ‘Private Church’.

From the moment they meet, she puts Tucker in his place with a few swift hits, and Tucker learns that’s not something to touch with a ten-foot pole. So he treats her like any other guy to save his sanity.

Life in the canyon is nothing in particular. Flowers handles any conflict, and even after he dies, fights hardly happen. Sarge refuses to hit a girl, and Church has no ambition to leave so she never puts much effort into harassing the Reds. Even after the arrival of Caboose, she commands the Blue team with the fear of her fist but lets them so what they want.

And then Caboose calls for a Freelancer. Who they have to save after they’re captured by the Reds. And suddenly Church is going on about how they have to remove the crazy AI from her old boyfriend.

You see where I’m going here. Blood Gulch adventures led by Private Allison Church as she chases the memory of her ‘boyfriend’.

#red vs blue #Agent Texas #leonard church #alison church #Role Swap AU #Please just CONSIDER #Miss Church is smart but the moment shes with the boys all brain cells evacuate #Later on Wash comes along and is so confused that Miss Church knows Texas because TEXAS?! you mean that angry loser who never did anything??#Texas? The man who i have memories of both my own and someone elses??#And Miss Church being way more chill about being an AI #Blue leader Allison would honestly change so much I almost wanna explore the canon divergence #MonkeyWrites #Long post

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fremedon · 4 years

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2 3 and 14

(From this writing meme.)

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Hmm. The middle section of the time agents fic is going to have an extended Canadian shack sequence, which I am very much looking forward to. And, it's not so much a trope as a genre, but I would really like to write a proper whodunnit one day.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Kidfic. I was the kid who had to be bribed to spend time with other children when I was one; I've never liked or understood them and I'm not willing to do the research it would take to write them well.

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

I feel like almost every piece of writing advice works for someone, so I hesitate to call any of it bad even if it doesn't work for me. (Things that really, really don't work for me: Morning pages, free-writing without a goal in mind, and long character-creation questionnaires.) That said, I have heard multiple pro writers say--and have whole panels at cons nod sagely along with them--that a good fade-to-black is *always* better than an explicit sex scene *because you can't know what your readers will find sexy.* This attitude seems to be less common than it was 10-15 years ago, but I do not understand how someone who thinks that way ever manages to write about...food. Or art. Or fashion. Or sports. Or really anything.

#asked and answered #sinceremercy #writing

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altumvidetur · 4 years

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Hotch/Reid Fic Recs

Previously: Haikyuu!! Fic Recs, DCMK (Kaishin) Fic Recs

So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.

Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

When it comes to Criminal Minds, I only had one OTP, one that’s been carrying me through the first seven seasons and which will, hopefully, carry me towards season 11 (and what am I going to do once Hotch leaves the show? I have no idea). So, here are my Hotch/Reid fic recs:

A Kiss Is..., by bowie28

For a Renaissance man such as Dr. Reid, a kiss can mean a lot of things.

First Kiss, by Lenore

To solve the case of who's targeting gay couples, Hotch and Spencer need to go undercover. But first, they have to practice.

Making Whoopee, by kuriadalmatia

12 days was the longest Hotch had been away from Jack since Haley's death. He's not adjusting well.

P is for Pie, by kuriadalmatia

Spencer knows what Aaron is doing: offering up a piece of himself—a very private piece of his childhood that never talks about—so that Spencer has the opportunity to reciprocate.

Nothing In Between, by travelinthedark

Aaron doesn’t know who he’s supposed to be anymore.

5 Mandatory Events at the FBI Regional Training Seminar, by travelinthedark

“Hey guys!” Jeff’s voice is just as upbeat as it was when he was telling the entire conference room about the wonders of community stewardship and his volunteer work as a ‘Big Brother.’ It’s also just as loud, and Hotch wonders if the guy realizes he doesn’t have to shout at people who are less than five feet away from him. “Are you ready to come up and add your ideas to the aspirations board?”

Conversations in Transit, by travelinthedark

Three conversations about (or sort of about) the way that Hotch and Reid are together.

Your Shadow at Morning, by travelinthedark

Aaron's world is a mess, and it falls apart more every time he tries to fix it.

Q is for Queen Bee, by kuriadalmatia

The last thing Reid remembered as he was speaking gibberish to Kimura as they raced to the hospital. Losing the capacity for language was terrifying...

L is for Lipstick, by kuriadalmatia

Aaron finds a cache of lipstick-imprinted business cards tucked away in Spencer's desk. He doesn't react well.

Catatonic, by bowie28

Spencer Reid is a man of habit.

The apple and afterward, by Lenore

What if Reid hadn't managed to kick his Dilaudid addiction? What if he needed a job on the side in order to afford his habit?

Five Times Spencer Reid Kept His Hair, and One Time He Didn’t, by bowie28

Why Reid finally had his hair cut.

Love Songs, by Gorgeousgreymatter

(Summary by me: Hotch pining for Reid, both of them getting together and being cute.)

The Tradition of Sprigs, by kuriadalmatia

Hotch holds the sprig of mistletoe by the stem, cocks an eyebrow, and waits for an explanation. Because, in the four months Spencer Reid has been on his team, Hotch knows that there’s going to be one. What he doesn't know is that it will become a tradition.

The Best for Last, by blythechild

This is a gift fic based on the prompt: "It's Hotch and Reid's first Xmas together and Hotch wants to get Reid a gift that he never received as a child - Jack suggests asking Reid’s parents about what he’d like."

House Call, by blythechild

Jack is ill and wants to be comforted by Reid instead of Hotch.

Not Included In The Brochure, by blythechild

[Crossover with Sherlock (BBC)] Sherlock was standing over the body… Sherlock finds himself in the middle of a B.A.U. investigation, much to his delight and John's frustration.

Something Less Ordinary, by blythechild

A year after Reid voluntarily leaves the F.B.I., Hotch discovers that Diana Reid is dead and he must find his former colleague and friend in hopes of setting a few things right.

we’re reeling through an endless fall, by bittereternity

lead me to the truth and I will follow you with my whole life. Back then, Spencer had replied, "I love you too. I love you very much." This could be a love story someday. [spencer reid, aaron hotchner, reid/hotch, reid/maeve]

Five Dinners Series, by Daylyn

(Summary by me: Hotch and Reid’s getting together, plus some moments during the series.)

The Moment In-Between, by Daylyn

In the Criminal Minds novel, Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, there’s a scene where Prentiss sends Reid to wake up a sleeping Hotch and Hotch enters the conference room a moment later looking rather mussed. This is what happened during that missing moment in-between.

The Secret Marriage, by blythechild

Hotch has a new ring, Reid has a new tattoo, and everyone is wondering about everyone else's secrets.

yesterday’s seven thousand years, by bittereternity

“What if I can never love a child?” “If it’s your child, Spencer, he will be the easiest person in the world to love.”

Reid thinks about the idea of a child in his life, and turns to Hotch for help.

the lies we weave are oh so intricate, by bittereternity

Maybe they were always supposed to fall apart, because there was nothing stopping them from being happy. In a world where everyone is Dominant or submissive, Aaron Hotchner meets Spencer Reid, who simply wants to be neither. In the process of getting to know him, he never expected to a. fall in love b. fall in love with his team member and c. fall in love with a man so infuriatingly unwilling to reciprocate.

Written for the Criminal Minds Big Bang 2013.

Vigil, by red_river

"Part of Hotch knew Reid was an FBI agent, and perfectly capable of taking the bus. But the other part couldn't imagine letting him - not after this case, of all cases." Post LDSK, Hotch gives Reid a ride home, and which leads to pizza, old TV, and helping him face a few of his demons. Episode tag, S1E6, "LDSK." Friendship or pre-slash.

Refuge, by red_river

"She’s my mom,” Spencer murmured, and Aaron couldn’t help thinking how young that word made him seem. “But sometimes it’s like there’s…almost none of that person left.” In the aftermath of the Fisher King, Hotch flies to Las Vegas to bring Reid home, and tries to make something new out of all their broken pieces. Episode tag to S2E1, "The Fisher King;" friendship or pre-slash.

Call me whatever, I just want to be yours, by surrenderdammit

“Let’s get dinner, just the two of us, next time,” Aaron comments, helping her into her coat because he is ridiculous like that, and he is apparently partial to the fond exasperation he gets in return, which is usually in the form of her huffing or rolling her eyes.

A love story told in parts, from the first time they met to the first time they fall into bed together.

Serendipity, by red_river

"You've been watching over him." In the aftermath of a difficult case, Hotch searches for a way to lift Reid's spirits, and someone notices. Episode tag to 2x13, "No Way Out."

I Hope You Kept the Receipt, by blythechild

[Crossover with Sherlock (BBC)] Hotch and Reid get trapped in an elevator with Sherlock Holmes. And then Sherlock does what he's best at: pissing people off.

Speechless, by blythechild

[Crossover with Sherlock (BBC)] Reid has an uninvited guest at the worst possible moment.

Desert Mirage, by merle_p

Long story short, there is a high probability that he is doing it for altogether selfish reasons, but when Reid looks at him with an expression of such sincere, helpless gratefulness, he cannot find it in himself to regret.

Twice Shy, by blythechild

Seven years ago, Hotch and Reid had a brief affair. Now, Hotch wants to try again, but can they make it work with less impediments and more baggage? (Spoilers through season 10)

Three Letter Agency, Four Letter Word, by merle_p

The NSA is interested in Spencer Reid. They are not the only one.

Late Nights ‘Verse, by EloquentDossier

Summary by me: Hotch pining for Reid, Reid probably pining for Hotch, a lot of UST and people being dense.

Time-Out ‘Verse, by EloquentDossier

Summary by me: Hotch and Reid’s cute shenanigans.

Chain Reaction, by EloquentDossier

"(Mon 12:20 pm) Which is why you text the stranger instead of talk to coworkers.

(Mon 12:20 pm) Yes. (Mon 12:28 pm) Is that weird?"

xxx

A dialogue-only AU in which Hotch texts what he thinks is Rossi's new number but is actually the slightly eccentric stranger whom Hotch knows only as "Spencer." What follows is something neither man could have ever quite expected.

Golden Letters ‘Verse, by EloquentDossier

Summary by me: Soulmates AU in which everyone gets a tattoo with a sentence that their soulmate will eventually say.

Bright, by EloquentDossier

"There were several things in Aaron Hotchner's life that had never made sense to him. He didn't understand why nearly everyone in his family (minus his son Jack) couldn't quite fathom why he felt drawn to the BAU. He didn't get how so many people in the world had such depraved mindsets. And he wasn't entirely sure why he still hadn't drug-tested his team's tech analyst, Penelope Garcia. (He was also confused about her relationship with Derek Morgan, but he wasn't going to touch that with a ten foot pole.)

But what baffled Hotch the most was how someone who was as intelligent as Spencer Reid could be so inherently oblivious."

xxx

Written for the prompt: I've seen a lot of oblivious!Hotch fic, but how about Reid being oblivious of his own feelings for Hotch? Hotch is aware, and reciprocates. Fluffy journey of realization maybe? Bonus for Garcia being helpful.

Affinity, by margarks

Right now just a couple of drabble about the way Spencer and Hotch see each other, but it seems like I might add on to these, so I created this series.

Psychosexual Developments, by dissolvedingirl

Hotch and Reid, between all the moments you see.

Limbo, by kehlee

There's a place in between kissing and dating; there's a place between heaven and hell. This is it.

Just When You Least Expect It, Just What You Least Expect, by blythechild

Hotch has been Reid's boss for ten years, and his friend for almost as long. He thinks he knows him pretty well, but a random event during a random case has the chance to change all of that. It's just a matter of whether Hotch can accept it or not.

In Two Hours (And Not a Minute Later), by dissolvedingirl

Reid finally decides to confront Hotch about those intense looks he's been giving Reid for years.

The Wall, by blythechild

Hotch can't decide what he finds more shocking: going out clubbing at 50 or seeing a phone number he knows scribbled on the bathroom wall...

You’re the Boss, by blythechild

Hotch finds himself in the unfamiliar position of relying on Reid for guidance in their kinda/sorta/not really relationship. or Why casual sex is never all that casual.

This One Is Not Like The Others, by blythechild

(Summary by me: Tentacle-Monster!Reid. It’s way better than it sounds.)

Beneath, by blythechild

Everyone is exactly who you think they are until something comes along to throw your perception off track. After ten years, Reid and Hotch discover this for themselves.

Breaking Point, by EloquentDossier

There was this thing about Aaron Hotchner's voice.

Reid couldn't quite pinpoint when it had started. Perhaps it had always been there, hovering just beneath the surface and waiting for him to recognize it for what it was. Or maybe it had simply been a recent, sudden development. For once the "when" wasn't as much of a concern as it typically would be. No; instead Reid was more interested in trying to discern just what he was going to do about the fact that Hotch had discovered it so quickly. Possibly even before he himself had.

xxx

In which Reid really should have just admitted he liked Hotch's voice when he realized it.

Birthday Woes, by EloquentDossier

It didn't bother him when the call came in. Really, it didn't. Or at least not initially.

xxx

In which the team gets called away on a case and forgets Hotch's birthday.

Of Cowboys and FBI Agents, by severity_softly

Aaron catches Spencer in the act.

In the Silence, by Brumeier

Posted to LJ Comment Fic for Kink prompt: Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, silence is a big kink for Hotch

Two Seconds, by blythechild

Time catches up with Aaron Hotchner when he realizes that the person he's always wanted - Spencer Reid - is actually beyond his reach.

Maybe Tomorrow, by orphan_account

The one where Aaron Hotchner wasn't in love with Spencer Reid, until suddenly he was.

Give and Take, by blythechild

Everyone has human moments and for some reason Reid is hiding his. Because Hotch is who he is, he decides he needs to figure out why.

Shepherd of the Damned, by Deejaymil

They're called to Alaska on a desperate last-ditch effort to find seven missing hikers. They don't even think twice about going. This is their job. They put themselves in danger every day to protect the people that need them. But never like this.

They number six. It begins with one.

It's not going to stop until they're all consumed.

See The Love There That’s Sleeping, by blythechild

Reid didn't know that when he leapt into a burning building his life would change forever. But love is sneaky that way.

December 1st: Mistletoe or Give Us a Hug, by NimueOfTheNorth

Spencer may say he is getting enough cuddles, but Derek knows better. A mistletoe makes a convenient option to test both arguments. Derek gets quite a bit more than he bargained for.

Come Undone, by EloquentDossier

When Spencer Reid forgot to take his suppressants two mornings in a row, it really shouldn't have been a big deal. He had them in his bag at the hotel, and as long as he took one that evening, he'd be fine. What he couldn't have prepared for, however, was the lab the latest victim worked at going into an at least twenty-four-hour-lockdown while he was in it.

When Aaron Hotchner was asked to aid his subordinate through what would otherwise be an agonizing heat, he'd had several reservations, one of which had been the consent issue: Omegas couldn't legally consent to sex during a heat unless it was twenty-four hours in advance. With every concern rebutted logically (because of course the Bureau had an Agent Consent form in case of emergencies), he finally agreed.

Of all the possible repercussions, however, neither man expected the one they received.

xxx

Or that one time no one expected the Alpha to accidentally bond to the Omega while the Omega remained unaffected.

Fireproof, by blythechild

[Crossover with Supernatural] Hotch and Reid's friendship ends suddenly when Hotch abruptly quits the Bureau and disappears. But Reid won't let him get away with it.

Halcyon Mine, by Deejaymil

What if a lonely boy meets a friend in a lonely quarry... and what if he loses him without warning?

unmoored, by 28ghosts

“When it’s kids who end up our killers, you know,” Reid says, unprompted, pulling his coat close against his body, “I always end up feeling...bad, you know? I feel bad. I know I have no cause to, not really. I’m not one of them.”

Hotch stops for a second, walking down the airfield. The cold Virginia air whips around him as harsh as judgement. He’s surprised to see Reid, ahead of him, slow to a stop, head tilted back towards the gray sky.

“Let’s get a drink sometime,” Hotch says, before he can overthink it. “If you’d like.”

Indispensable, by Deejaymil

Dave's a damn good guardian angel, one of the best. And being one of the best means he gets the worst jobs: the important, the clumsy, the reckless, the difficult-to-keep-alive. The indispensables. But he's never before quite had anyone like Spencer Reid.

Within the first two seconds of meeting his new charge, the kid gets hit by a car; it really only goes downhill from there. His only consolation is that Emily is having just as much trouble with her new charge, Aaron Hotchner.

If only they could somehow combine their assignments...

Acutely Us, by Deejaymil

This is the part where a story is told. There are ferrets, mistakes, birthdays, apologies, and dances. There is Spencer and Aaron and Jack and the life they make together.

And it all begins with a goat.

Rise Again, by blythechild

Aaron Hotchner has been on the run for five years, but that all comes to an end on a beach in Australia.

Religiously Unaffiliated, by ghoultown

(Summary by me: Hotch/Reid with Reid deliberating about his atheism.)

Don’t Make Me Talk You Down, by ghoultown

The night was heavy because it was humid on top of the bridge in between highway I-90 and I-80, the semi-trucks that passed messing with his balance, almost toppling him over if it hadn't been for his grip on the railing.

Rain, by orphan_account

He almost died today, and Hotch is determined to ensure it doesn't happen again.

Against All Odds, by ghoultown

Spencer is upset because the way he and Hotch met and started dating wasn't as special as Hotch and Haley's story. Hotch begs to differ.

Under My Protection, by ghoultown

Hotch and Reid never met. Reid is in danger. The government puts Hotch in charge of Reid's safety.

Empty Places, by Mystical_Magician

All wishes have consequences, and when Spencer makes one to save lives, he knows and accepts the price. The rest of his team does not. What the mind forgets, the heart remembers, and in Foyet's wake they all know that something is missing. Aaron Hotchner refuses to ignore the aching, empty spaces.

Genuine Need, by NimueOfTheNorth

It would have been nothing more than Aaron buying Spencer a cup of coffee. Good thing Garcia is there to pull the right strings or those two would be lost.

Swan Song, by Deejaymil

At some point they’d become caught in each other’s orbits, lost in a sea of almosts. Neither of them realized that their time was finite, not until their world turned to flames and threatened to tear everything apart.

For Spencer Reid the grief was too big, too impossible to believe that four BAU members and a treasured friend had fallen in an instant. When faced with the opportunity to get back what he’d lost, he has to decide if it’s fate or madness that beckons him.

For Aaron Hotchner, madness would almost be welcome. At least then the world would become logical again, turning the impossibility of what had happened to them into something tangible. But even madness doesn’t change the fact that they’re trapped.

They’re not even sure if anyone is still looking for them.

i hope you’re waiting at the end, by soloecal

Sometimes, Spencer thinks too much. Post Season 12.

A month later, on a singularly insignificant night, Spencer sits Hotch down after dinner, and presses a ring into the palm of his hand. “This isn’t working,” Spencer says. “I think we should break up.”

Expiration Date, by blythechild

He goes to Vegas to meet a friend but ends up married. The time-honored way to make these kinds of mistakes is to do it while incapacitated, but Hotch waits and does it sober instead. An interesting choice...

Conclusive Proof That You Have a Terrible Boyfriend, by blythechild

Hotch is proving he's an awful boyfriend. Via text messaging.

He’s A Bad Boyfriend Too, by blythechild

Aaron and Spencer have a relationship issue that Spencer thinks is best solved via drunk texting. This is a sequel to Conclusive Proof That You Have A Terrible Boyfriend.

Apodyopsis, by NimueOfTheNorth

If he is forced to listen to boring lectures for three days, Spencer really can't be held accountable for his imagination going wild, now can he. Reality might proof even better.

(i know you’ve tried) but something stops you every time, by wintrs

Prentiss can't help but overhear Hotch and Reid's conversation on the jet.

Faces, by blythechild

Every three days, a man wakes up in a different body. There's no controlling it and no way to prepare for it. All he can do is make the best of his new face with the time he has.

First, by orphan_account

The first time Aaron tells Spencer he loves him is an accident.

L’Homme Mystere, by orphan_account

Even if he’d been waiting for this in a state of barely contained arousal since early this morning, when Aaron had bumped shoulders with him at the coffee pot in the breakroom and whispered in his ear about how he had a surprise for him later that night... well.

Spencer wasn’t that kind of guy.

How to Get a Hard Pass, by Deejaymil

There's an FBI trainee named Spencer Reid in the class Hotch is teaching, and that'd all be just fine if Hotch wasn't completely distracted by wanting to be in Spencer Reid instead. But there’s no way he’s going to give his student an inch - or eight - until he’s good and ready to do so on his own terms.

Spencer Reid has other plans.

The Longest Road, by Deejaymil

They’re taking the longest road to get there, but, in the end, it doesn’t really matter. What they are to each other has always been inevitable.

A Horse Named Rabbit, by Deejaymil

Aaron Hotchner is riding West on a borrowed horse, hiding the man he used to be behind a shortened name and a beard he only sometimes thinks of shaving. His desire to keep on running until he hits the setting set is waylaid by an unexpected meeting with a man on a mule who says he's looking for his lost luck.

When they part, Hotch realises that's a mistake. There's something about Spencer Reid that reminds him that he's more than just a man on a horse going nowhere—that he was once the kind of person who could help a stranger find what he's looking for. There's just one problem with that.

When Spencer had said he was looking for his luck, he’d never mentioned that he planned to steal it.

for mortals: there is a share, by ifnot_winter

Reid could find no precedent in his experience for so gentle a seduction. Or so effective.

An exploration of moments and intimacy through three consecutive fragments of text paired with fragments of Sappho's lyric poetry.

the safety of objects, by ifnot_winter

Fumbling his glasses right off the edge of the table, he managed not to step on them en route to snatching up the phone as the third buzz gave way to ringing. Bending to retrieve his glasses, he caught his shoulder on the corner of the nightstand and managed to press the answer button, cutting off the shrill electronic wail mid-ring. "Damn--Hello?" Glasses shoved firmly into place, he watched the cufflink skitter in concentric, diminishing circles across the scuffed polish of the hardwood floor and come to a leisurely halt a few feet away.

"Reid." Hotch.

Somehow the fragments of Sappho struck me as a great mental framework for CM fics. This was the first completed result, mostly an attempt at exploring Reid and flexing rusty writing muscles.

Pretty, by blythechild

Hotch thinks Reid is pretty and then is forced to explain it.

Good Enough, by blythechild

Aaron has plenty of kinks, but he can't figure out Spencer's.

#criminal minds #hotch/reid #aaron hotchner #spencer reid #fic recs #hotchreid #they need a better ship name #please warn me if any links are broken #and reblog it if you can so more people will see it #otp: what i want i'm not going to get

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I'd love to hear more of you Daemon AU from part 6. Tell me about Five getting kidnapped and Pancha rallying the siblings to go save him

(referring to here and y’all can check out the rest of it on the masterlist ;3c)

So the Handler has reason to do more than just stall Five at a hotel meet up, she has more reason than to set out champagne and prepare a little speech. Because when Five oh so graciously blew her up with her own grenade and fought her, he revealed too much of his hand.

Because Pancha shifted in front of him, and revealed to the Handler that she was unsettled. An adult with an unsettled daemon - a time traveler in the body of a child with an unsettled daemon to match. Five turned from a failed experiment into a fun brand new experiment! So the Handler doesn’t try and stall him. Instead, she sets up a trap - and oh she’s had months to heal from the grenade that should have killed her to do just that

so Five can’t help himself, he goes with Pancha to see what the Handler has to say and he walks right into an ambush. Admittedly, he wasn’t really expecting the dart, but he’s Number Five. He’s the commissions best assassin. He might look soft and childlike, but he’s as deceptive as the hare daemon by his side that can erupt into a roaring tiger in one heartbeat and into a deadly mamba the next. He holds on long enough to push - because the dart is in his skin and the Handler’s grip on his arm is hard enough to bruise.

But the Handler doesn’t have a daemon. She made everyone uncomfortable, going around without her soul. The Handler doesn’t have a daemon, and she’s only one person, and she has a grip on Five which means she doesn’t have a grip on Pancha.

So Pancha jumps, shifting into something small and tiny and stumbling underneath a dumpster in an alley and hiding away before she passes out from the tranqs unloaded into her boy. The Commission got Five, the Handler has him, but they don’t get to have them both.

It’s not too long before she wakes up, panic under her skin and a sharp pain in the side of her face. The one boon she has is that Five can’t travel in time without her, not if they don’t want to kill them both. Not if they want them for experiments. (The Commission tried some unfortunate experiments with that early on - it’s a fact that people simply cannot time travel without their daemons) but that doesn’t mean they can’t hurt her and try get her to come to them.

(What hurts Five hurts her - and they have a high pain tolerance between them but Pancha can feel her skin getting raw already where they clearly have her boy restrained. Can feel the fear flowing between them. They never much liked to be restrained, either of them.)

So Pancha wakes up, and she doesn’t care about the apocalypse right now - because as much as she loves her siblings and wants to save them more than anything that’s her boy. And her and Five have been through so much, more than anyone should go through. They kept one another company through the end of the world, and Pancha will chew through the Handler’s jugular herself to make sure she stays dead this time.

But she needs backup. And a plan. And yes, she understands that her siblings are at one anothers throats right now and that Vanya and Pollux went crazy or whatever but Pancha doesn’t care. That shit can wait a hot second. God knows Pancha and Five have put all their very unresolved trauma on the backburner to stop the apocalypse, her dumbass siblings can put theirs on hold to save her boy.

So she jumps into the concert hall, and there are commission agents in there shooting and Pancha just sees red. Because the Commission took her boy, and so she can feel herself changing. Flitting through one form to the next, becoming a jaguar and tearing claws through a daemon before morphing into an elephant to stomp another into dust and then twisting into a hawk and plucking a mouse daemon from the floor and snapping it and -

Pancha comes back to herself pinning some idiot lackey and his weasel daemon in each paw in the form of an enormous bear, roaring in his face a terrible cry of - “Where’s my boy?” and her grief and fury and desperation is so very clear in her voice and she might be crying and she has blood running into her eyes from a wound that she didn’t receive in this concert hall -

And suddenly the background music that has been going on throughout the fight screeches to a halt. And Pancha looks up, and Vanya is sitting on the stage with a violin tucked under her chin and Pollux is perched on the music stand and they’re both still as statues and looking at her.

“Pancha?” Rowan chokes out, which is rude because is should be Pancha questioning them and Klaus considering the fact that she can still see Ben’s ghostly form and Tamaya sticking her head out of Klaus’s pocket. Silly Rowan, always keeping secrets.

There’s another shock of pain that rockets down Pancha’s arm, wrist burning where she didn’t just try and wrench it up to protect from a blow that she was never going to be able to block in the first place. She crunches the weasel daemon into dust and staggers sideways, only just realizing she’s still in the form of a bear and twisting herself into her hare form again.

That’s about the time when she realizes that oh yeah, her siblings don’t know she’s unsettled. Or, they didn’t know. This was a somewhat spectacular way to introduce the idea to them. Pancha feels a little like giggling hysterically, but she swallows down the impulse as another sharp bolt of fear runs down the connection between her and her other half.

(She isn’t even sure if it’s his fear or hers - or if the distinction even matters)

“Where’s Five?” Vanya asks, voice loud and clear from her place on the stage. Probably the concert hall acoustics at work.

Pancha blinks blood out of her eyes and bares her teeth, still absolutely furious. “They took him.” She announces, voice cold. “They took him, and I’m going to get him back. And you can all help me, or you can continue your stupid useless tantrum while they rip him apart for fun.”

She can hear Diego and Val suck in sharp breaths behind her, but Pancha doesn’t care. She locks eyes with Pollux with a challenge. She always loved Vanya and Pollux, loved them when none of their other siblings would touch them with a ten foot pole. They’re her siblings. They’re also ending the world. If Pancha was in a petty mood, she might even hate them a little bit for causing the end that she and her boy were thrown head first into and expected to survive. But she can’t quite hate them when she sees the same furious grief in their eyes that she sees in the mirror.

(But the memory of the bodies, the bodies, will always stay with her. Corpses upon corpses and so much dust it choked the sun in the sky. Pancha hadn’t been able to walk without stepping in puddles of what used to be daemons, with thoughts and hopes and dreams of their own. Pancha remembers the children, the infants in their strollers and skeletons in plastic playgrounds.

Somehow worse than all of those were the bodies from the first day. The ones with umbrella tattoos on their forearms and a grief so thick that they choked on it and retched and cried to the heavens as they vowed to change it.

Vanya and Pollux were going to end the world - they did end the world - and even though Pancha loves them, she’s not quite sure she can forgive them.)

But Vanya stands up and looks at her siblings cowering among the rows of the audience. Looks at Pancha, who is bleeding and bruised and desperate. Pollux inclines his head ever so slightly, and Vanya nods decisively. “If they took him,” She says, danger in her voice, “Then lets go take him back.”

Because Five and Pancha vanished when they were 13 and went to hell. Before they left, they were the only ones who actively sought Vanya and Pollux out. Their childhoods were filled with quiet stolen moments basking in each others company and pretending they were family.

And then they came back. Five and Pancha had sought Vanya and Pollux out first, out of all of their siblings. They’d gone to her. Asked for her to believe them and help them. They’d complimented her book, and hadn’t condemned her for writing it.

They hadn’t been there when Luther had locked Vanya and Pollux away. If they had, they would have unlocked that door in a heartbeat, or else jumped into that soundproof room with them in solidarity. They hadn’t been there at the start of the concert hall attack, either.

Five and Pancha hadn’t done anything to incur Vanya and Pollux’s wrath. He was their brother, the one they’d left out peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches for and left the lights on. Of course they were willing to put the apocalypse on hold for him, anything less would be ungrateful.

So they pile into a van with some awkwardness (because how do you address your siblings almost ending the world??) and Pancha sits on the dashboard. Allison is driving and Raph draped around her shoulders while Vanya sits shotgun with Pollux on her lap. Pollux’s feather are brown-and-white instead of white-and-brown again, and Vanya’s eyes are back to being brown, but her suit is still white and the threat of her powers hangs heavy in the air.

Daemons always know where their people are, even ones that can separate as far as Pancha and Five can. She navigates, restless and angry and shifting between being a hare and being creatures with a few too many teeth.

“Is anyone going to address the elephant in the room?” Klaus asks, incredulous as Rowan hisses at him to shut up.

Pancha, in the form of a cat herself, swings her head around and draws up her lip to show her very pointy teeth. “Why yes, Klaus.” She snarls, “Why don’t we have a good long talk about why our sister is still alive and how you summoned our brother?”

She years Tamaya squeak in Klaus’s pocket and shift further back. Pancha pretends it doesn’t hurt, and Klaus falls silent.

She turns her head to look at the road ahead. Shifting back into a hare with her long ears pressed flat against her skull. She doesn’t look at any of them. “They’ll be after me, specifically. They want - they took him because of me. Because of what I am. Or, you know, what I’m not.”

Because it’s her fault. If she just fucking settled they wouldn’t have to deal with this. They wouldn’t have to deal with all the secrecy and hiding and the terror or not being able to put a single toe out of line during their time in the commission. She wouldn’t be stupid and immature and a million other things she snarled to herself because even after all those years stuck at the end of the world it seemed they had never quite grown up. If she’d found a form for them, they wouldn’t be in this mess. She’d be settled and grown and perfect and they wouldn’t have stolen her boy.

She shifts, and feels blood run down her claws to puddle on the dashboard. Five clearly wasn’t taking the restraints lying down and if he could get out of them well enough to move then it would make their job so much easier. After all, even if they got too tired to jump (a strong possibility with all the jumping Pancha did while on adrenaline at the concert hall actually) well. Five wasn’t their best agent because of his jumping, after all. He’d never needed his powers to beat a Commission lackey in a fight (though they didn’t hurt)

and they get to the warehouses they’re keeping Five in until they can obtain his wonderful unsettled daemon for whatever experiments they want to run.

(Pancha figures it’s a toss up between trying to sever them or some equally gruesome fate and between figuring out why she hadn’t settled to they could keep other people unsettled. After all, having such a versatile daemon couldn’t be anything but a boon in their line of work.)

Pancha stops them (and by them she 100% means Luther/Andromeda and Diego/Val) from busting in without a plan - because she’s come way too far for her idiot siblings to go and die on her again. But like, their plan mainly consists of sending Ben in to scout first and then busting in soooo

(Ben comes back absolutely furious, not that anyone except Klaus-Rowan-Tamaya can see that. Ben isn’t exactly super appreciative of the fact that their little brother is tied to a chair with blood and bruising and a women tutting and caressing his face in a way that is so far inappropriate that Ben kind of wants to skewer her.

They can’t help but look at Pancha with a more critical eye, see the bloodied pawprints and blood-wet fur and the way she’s sort of swaying just a little.)

“She’s waiting for Pancha, right?” Val says, frowning. Raph is wrapped around her where he’d normally be wrapped around Andromeda. The duo were still in the doghouse regarding their treatment of Vanya regardless of this little rescue mission.

“What’s to stop this bitch from just drugging Five as soon as we march in there and making Pancha useless.” Diego points out, subtle as always and making Pancha bristle. But it’s a solid point.

Except - “Five will be free in a few minutes.” Pancha says, which is news to everyone. “Blood as a lubricant isn’t exactly ideal, but we know what we’re doing when it comes to getting out of restraints. We just need the help to get out of there, I don’t know if we’ll be able to walk.”

Yeah, the less said about Reginald’s private training which oh so nicely prepared them for this moment the better. But it had the family frowning down at Pancha.

“You’re walking now?” Rowan points out, always a master at pointing out the obvious.

Pancha shrugs, because it’s probably more strategically sound to go over weaknesses before a battle, right? “The only reason I’m awake right now is because Five keeps purposefully digging the rope into our wrists.” She admits grudgingly. The frequent jolts of pain do wonders to keep her awake and moving though (and keep Five awake long enough for a rescue attempt to commence and for Pancha to make contact with allies)

because yeah, Pancha woke up in that alley but she’s still pretty thoroughly drugged. She wouldn’t have taken half as long to realize she’d revealed her unsettled status to her siblings if she was firing on all cylinders, and quite frankly the way the room had been spinning for the last while was probably more than a little concerning.

so yeah, maybe it’s a little bit of a disaster when they bust in and five slips bloody hands from restraints and staggers towards them, and the Handler isn’t exactly alone she has goons on her side but the squad have the power of a very angry Vanya and Pollux who still have all the fun energy they didn’t use to destroy the world in order to destroy the fuckwads who took their brother so

Diego scoops Five up for the second time in as many days (and that shrapnel would still hasn’t fully healed jesus five) as he snarls curses but all of them can’t help but notice how him and Pancha flinch away in fear when the Handler raises her voice (Pancha has always been terrified of the Handler who has no daemon, and now Five is definitely coming around to her line of thinking in a way neither of them wanted)

Pancha passes out at some point in the fight and gets scooped up by Andromeda with an uncommon sort of gentleness. The next thing she knows is her and Five waking up on Vanya’s couch in very much pain with cool cloths over both their foreheads and wounds seen to. Everyone is packed into the apartment. Vanya is serving tea with Allison’s help.

Five asks for coffee in a voice that’s more like a croak and Klaus hits him on the head for scaring them all so badly. It makes Pancha wheeze a laugh that turns into a hacking cough. Five whines about her always taking other people’s sides. They both might still be a little bit drugged.

They’re both safe. The apocalypse hasn’t happened. Klaus liberated the black suitcase that the Handler had on her person before her untimely death when Vanya and Pollux introduced her to the wall with great force. They get to erase what happened, just a little bit. They get to go back to before the house was destroyed, before Grace died, before Luther locked her away

(erasing it in time doesn’t erase it from their memories, and Vanya and Pollux still won’t look at their eldest siblings and Andromeda’s tail still hasn’t come out from where it’s been firmly tucked between her legs)

it’s not the end by any means - they killed the Handler. But the Commission still exists, and the Handler is but a cog in the machine.

But for now, Pancha and Five are safe. Neither are being tortured or are in the grip of their enemies (though if Klaus makes one more inane comment they might have to change their minds about that) and Vanya and Pollux seem to have called off the apocalypse for now.

Well, the only way to go is forward, right?

(Regardless of their liberal application of time travel ;3c)

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