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juniperskye · 21 days ago

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I Can’t Do This.

Sneak peek: Reader is recently off of a long-term undercover operation (similar to Emily’s) that left her in a bad way. Director Cruz reaches out, assigning her to the BAU. After speaking to her therapist and expressing her concerns, they come up with a solution of how to inform her new boss of some of the horrors she endured on her mission. Hotch keeps a close eye on her, being careful not to trigger her…until one day, he accidentally does in the worst way. ITALLICS ARE FLASHBACKS! BOLD ARE THERAPY SESSIONS.

Aaron Hotchner x (Fem) BAU! Reader

Angst/Fluff

Word count: 5605

REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI,YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION. age gap (reader is in their 20’s and Hotch is in his 40’s), explicit language, mention of canon typical violence, mention of therapy, reader attends regular therapy sessions, mention of a toxic previous “relationship”, mention of a previous dom/sub dynamic, murder, talk of trafficking, forced consent (reader is working the undercover op) mention of previous abuse and manipulation, some use of y/n, Hotch accidentally triggering the reader, let me know if I missed anything!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

“Y/n it has been three months since you returned from your undercover op, it’s time. The BAU needs an additional agent, and you’d make a great addition. It’s really not up for discussion.” Director Cruz ended with finality.

“I really don’t think I am ready. Director Cruz, I know it has been three months, and you guys have been so gracious with the paid leave, but I’m still working through everything I went through when I was under.” You explained.

“Your therapist and the FBI issued psych eval have both cleared you to return y/n. You’re joining the BAU. You’ll begin next Monday.” Cruz decided.

“Okay.”

With that you stood and exited his office. It’s not that you didn’t want to work for the BAU, in fact, under normal circumstances you’d have been begging for this placement. But after everything you endured while undercover, you weren’t sure you could handle being on a team, especially not one run by Aaron Hotchner.

“You were recommended to me by Sheri, did she tell you anything about me?” He questioned.

“She mentioned you were looking for someone who knew how to follow rules.” You answered.

You had been assigned to an undercover operation in which a very powerful man would finally be brought to justice. Emilio Alvatorre, one of FBI’s most wanted. This man did unspeakable things and lucky for you, he was in the market for a new submissive. Normally the FBI wouldn’t jump at putting an agent in this kind of situation, however, in this case Emilio was known to keep his subs knelt at his side in his office. That would mean that you would be privilege to information that could take him down.

“So, are you good at following rules?” Emilio said in a voice meant to be sexy, but it was truly repulsive.

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, “The best.”

“I’m worried that Agent Hotchner is going to give me a directive and that I will follow it whether I agree with it or not. I am terrified that I have completely lost myself, and that I will just blindly follow.” You explained.

“Y/n we’ve talked about this, you are strong, you are capable of making decisions and speaking up for yourself.”

“Yeah but being at the BAU with Agent Hotchner, he’s a very commanding and dominant man, what if I fall right back into…” You trailed off.

“He is commanding and dominant, but he isn’t Emilio. I am going to give you some homework, and then I’d like to see you again on Thursday so we can go over it before you join the BAU Monday.”

“You’re right. What’s the homework?” You asked.

“I want you to first come up with a list of coping strategies for when you begin to feel anxious or overwhelmed on the job. Then I want you to write a letter to read to Agent Hotchner giving him some insight as to what you have been through.”

“Absolutely not! Sylvia I can’t do that!”

“Y/n I am not asking you to give him all the details, just a little bit that might help him to know you.”

“Fine.”

You had a hard time figuring out what to put in the letter to Agent Hotchner, debating what was too much versus what was too little to say. How much did he need to know, how much were you comfortable sharing…it was all becoming a bit much.

Ultimately, you’d written something up along with a perfect list of coping strategies that you knew would satisfy your therapist.

After meeting with her on Thursday and going over what you came up with, and allowing her to help you tweak a few things, your body filled with dread, anxiously awaiting Monday morning when you’d have to go into the BAU.

Director Cruz escorted you to the floor that houses the BAU, bringing you into Agent Hotchner’s office for introductions. You felt like you had just walked out on a stage completely naked with the way all the other agents were looking at you.

“Hotchner, this is Agent y/n. I sent over her file last week. She is going to start with the BAU today.” Director Cruz announced.

“Yes, I saw your email. It is nice to finally meet you.” Agent Hotchner greeted.

“Y/n would you excuse us for just a moment, I’d like to speak to Hotch here.”

Without another word you followed the director’s order. You stepped out of the office and stood patiently waiting for their conversation to end.

“She’s anxious.” Spencer mumbled.

“Wouldn’t you be?” Emily replied.

“No, look at her, she’s digging her nails into her palms, a light sweat has broken out on her neck, her heartrate has increased slightly, and she hasn’t looked up at us once. She’s probably suffering from severe anxiety.” Spencer rambled.

“Don’t profile the newbie Spence.” Emily scolded, patting his shoulder.

“Alright, y/n go on in and Hotch will fill you in on what his expectations for you are.” Director Cruz headed off.

With a light knock, you awaited Agent Hotchner’s approval before entering his office once again. Mentally chastising yourself for your submissive actions.

“Agent y/n, please, have a seat.” Hotch gestured.

You sat in one of the chairs across from him.

“It says here in your file that you’re recently returning from a twelve-month assignment. I noticed the assignment isn’t labeled as classified, but quite a bit of it was redacted. Can you speak on that at all?” Hotch inquired.

“Agent Hotchner, if it is okay with you, I have somethings I’d like to discuss. Some of which is relevant of that case, but it is primarily regarding the effects that case had on me.”

“Go ahead.” Hotch nodded.

“The undercover op I was working put me in a position in which I was forced and manipulated to blindly following directions from someone. I had to do this for twelve months, and since then, I have had a pretty hard time finding my voice again. Certain things can be triggering for me, so I wrote up some things for you, with the help of my therapist. There are coping strategies that I may need to utilize and there are somethings there for you, to navigate situations that may come up.” You were worried that this was all going to lead to Hotch doubting your ability to do this job. “I also want to make it known that I told the Director that I wasn’t ready to return to work.”

“Thank you for sharing this, I think it’ll help me to make your transition back to work smooth. As for you being ready, I think you sharing that information shows a lot about your strength and I think you are more than ready to be here.”

“Kneel.” Emilio ordered with a snap of his fingers.

You slowly dropped to your knees, sitting back on your heels and resting your palms on the tops of your thighs, your gaze focused on the frayed rug that covered the hardwood floor in front of you.

“Bring him in.” Emilio spoke into the intercom that connects him to his security.

The guards drag in a man who appears to be near death, clearly beaten. Emilio rests a hand on your head, gently petting your hair before speaking in a tone you don’t recognize.

“I heard you’ve been snooping around. Talking to Jeremy and his guys.” Emilio spat.

“I haven’t sir I swear!” The man was begging for his life.

“I don’t like snakes.” Emilio raised his gun and shot the man point blank.

You couldn’t help but flinch at the sound. A strong hand was quick to grip your chin.

“Flinching is a sign of weakness. I can’t have a pet that is weak.” His grip tightened “Are you weak?”

“No sir.” You reassured.

“Good.”

Working with the BAU had been going well, Hotch had truly been incredible. He’d encouraged you to share your thoughts and theories while on cases. He also reminded you to use your coping strategies when the cases became particularly overwhelming.

Like today for example. The team was working on a case that was taking a toll on you, mentally and emotionally. Women were being kidnapped then brutally tortured and left for dead in the street. It was becoming increasingly difficult to detach yourself from what these women must’ve been feeling.

Hotch was quick to notice the change in your demeanor and he made it a point to assign you with Spencer at the precinct. You were tightening up the victimology while Spencer worked on the geographical profile. You had come to the conclusion that the unsub was targeting victims primarily on their looks, they had all been of similar height, had same color hair and eyes. Worse than that…they all kind of looked like you. The sound of Derek and Emily approaching made your stomach sink. Spencer had clearly picked up on your anxiety since you’d been with the BAU, but the others, not so much.

“Hey guys, what did you find out?” Emily inquired.

“Well, I’ve narrowed down the geographical profile. This area right here…” Spencer gesture to the map covering the screen “this is his comfort zone, all the abductions and dumpsites fall within this five-block radius.”

“What about you new girl?” Derek nudged you gently.

“I looked into all the victims, and they all were approximately the same height and build, same color hair and eyes. I spoke to Penelope; she confirmed that all of the women frequented the same coffee shop.” You explained.

Hotch, Rossi, and JJ all entered just in time to hear Derek confirm your thoughts…which led to a suggestion that made your heart sink.

“Y/n these girls all kind of look like you...” Derek walks over to where their pictures are pinned up to the board. “Maybe we should send you to the coffee shop undercover. It could help us find this guy.”

You heart was pounding, causing a loud whooshing sound to drown out your hearing. You closed your fists and dug your nails into your palms. You could feel the sweat breaking out along your forehead.

In and out…deep breaths. You reminded yourself of the coping strategies you’d come up with for instances like this. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven…

“Absolutely not!” Hotch commanded, shaking you from your thoughts while simultaneously distracting the others from your very obvious panic attack.

“Hotch man come on! She fits the victimology perfectly; it could end this case if she could catch his attention.” Derek argued.

“It’s not up for discussion. I will not send a new agent undercover, not until she is more comfortable on this team. Undercover ops like that require a significant level of trust, one that she may not have yet.” Hotch shut Derek down.

“We know he must go to this coffee shop; JJ and I could go in and watch. Keep an eye out for a man acting suspicious.” Emily suggested.

“Good, first thing tomorrow.” Hotch said before dismissing the team for the evening.

“Sir, is it safe to be talking about this…with her here?”

“Are you questioning me?” Emilio sneered. “My pet is well behaved. I wouldn’t have her here if I thought otherwise. Who are you to question my decisions?” His voice raised.

“I’m sorry sir! I didn’t mean to insinuate anything. I just wasn’t sure.”

“Don’t let it happen again. Now I’ll ask again. What is the update on the shipment?” Emilio demanded.

“There are going to be three crates in the shipping container. The boat is set to anchor Friday at midnight.”

“And everything we were promised will be there?” Emilio asked.

“Well, not the girls. This shipment is just the weapons.”

“Excuse me?” Emilio’s expression turned sinister.

You were knelt by his desk like always. This conversation had been one you were banking on; it was hopefully going to allow your team to pick him and his associates up. Only, this conversation had taken a turn that you weren’t expecting. His shipments thus far had only contained drugs and weapons, so why was he asking about girls?

“I was assured that everything would be included. How fucking hard is it to follow orders?” Emilio shouted, his fist slamming onto his desk.

You sat still, silently taking in the situation. That night you’d check in with your team and fill them in on the new information. You just needed to get the logistics of when the second shipment would arrive, and honestly, you were scared Emilio would kill this guy before you got that information.

“I know boss. They told me that the girls would be here soon. There was an issue getting paperwork for some of them. But it should all be worked out now.”

“I need a date and time. By the end of the day. Otherwise, you’re done.” Emilio hissed. He then brushed his hand over your head. “C’mon pet, let’s go to bed. And you, I’ll be expecting your call.”

Going to bed with Emilio had initially been the worst part of this assignment. Thankfully he’d had you STD tested which meant you were both clean, and he’d ensured you received birth control shots. The sex had surprised you; you had expected it to be rough and painful but, it had been soft and gentle. Emilio whispered sweet nothings to you, and he held you close, and he’d carefully bathe you afterwards.

It may be sick and twisted…but it didn’t bother you, having sex with him.

A light knock at your door had startled you. You made your way over to check the peephole, and there he was waiting patiently.

“Hotch, is everything okay?”

“I should be asking you that. Morgan was out of line suggesting we send you in.”

“It’s okay, really. He doesn’t know any better.”

Hotch gave you a sympathetic look. You could tell he was doing everything in his power not to profile you. You appreciated his effort, and it truly was endearing. Around Hotch, you’d started to feel more comfortable around him and his consistent care of you and your mental health had been the thing that drew you in. He cared so much, and it meant the world to you.

“You seemed nervous earlier, does that have to do with the undercover assignment you worked?”

“Yes.” You sighed.

In the last two months of being with the BAU, you and Hotch had been teetering this fine line of coworkers and more. It wasn’t necessarily leaning toward something romantic, at least that’s what you were both trying to convince yourselves of but, it had definitely become a friendship. Hotch had allowed you a safe space in which you were starting to feel like yourself again. He had never pushed you for information about your past and he continuously checked in with you to make sure you were comfortable and okay. More recently though, as things like what happened today occurred, you have felt like maybe you should tell Hotch a little more about what you endured.

“You know, if you ever want to talk about it, I am here for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured or like you have to tell me anything! But if you should choose, I’d listen.” Hotch admitted.

“I was sent in undercover to investigate Emilio Alvatorre…” You began.

“Emilio Alvatorre? He was one of FBI’s most wanted! Lucrative arms dealer, importing drugs…I heard he was ultimately brought down for sex trafficking.” Hotch was stunned.

“Yeah, that was me. Emilio took part in a certain lifestyle; he is a dominant and he was seeking a new submissive…and I guess I fit the bill. He essentially owned me, and he referred to me as his pet. It was my job to follow his orders blindly, and I did.”

“What was it like?” Hotch questioned.

“Well…

“Good morning pet.” Emilio purred pressing a kiss right below your ear.

“Mmm, good morning sir. Can I make you breakfast?” You offered.

“No darling, the cook will prepare our meal. I think it is sweet you still ask.” His kisses travelled down your neck.

“Do you have meetings today?” You inquired.

“Today is all about you pet. We are going to get you some new clothes, shoes, and maybe a new necklace. I want to spoil you today! We are celebrating!” Emilio gushed.

It was the moments like this that fucked with your mind the most. Emilio could be so kind and gentle, he wanted to take care of you and in the time you’d been with him, it had been increasingly easier to let him. But then there were moments when he turned dark…the other side of him came to light and you couldn’t help but question your mind.

“Boss…” Emilio’s associate barged into the office, only to find you bent over his desk while he pounded into you from behind.

“Not now!” Emilio growled.

“But boss!” This guy really couldn’t take the hint.

Emilio wasn’t one who took well to being interrupted, in any aspect of his life. So, when this associate decided what he had to say was more important than Emilio’s time…you knew it would be bad.

Emilio’s hips never faltered, not upon the initial interruption and certainly not when he leaned to the side, grabbed his gun, and shot the man standing in the doorway. You pinched your eyes shut, knowing better than to react to the horrific sight before you. Emilio continued thrusting, his grunts becoming more erratic, and when he finally finished, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Go run a hot bath. Get in and wait for me. I need to go see about this issue and get this cleaned up.” Emilio stated as he assisted you in standing upright.

“Yes sir.”

“It was really hard for me to deal with the two sides of him. I became confused and my mind was so foggy as to whether or not he was truly awful. And I know that so much of that is the manipulation of being his submissive, but I was with him for a year, it was easy to forget what things had been like before Emilio.” You trailed off.

“I can’t even imagine all the things you must’ve seen and gone through in that time. I can understand why you weren’t sure about joining the BAU initially…but I am really glad you did.” Hotch expressed, placing his hand atop your own.

“I’m glad I did too.”

The next morning Emily and JJ were sent into the coffee shop that all the victims frequented, and they couldn’t track the unsub. Either he was far too subtle, or he hadn’t shown up. The team was currently in the precinct trying to figure out the next steps, when Derek suggested it again.

“I still think y/n should go undercover, it’s our best bet in finding this guy. What do you say new girl?”

You were taken aback; your mind was screaming at you to decline. You weren’t ready for this, going undercover, blindly following team orders. It’s for the greater good though, isn’t it?

“I could do that.”

“Morgan, I already said it’s not happening. She isn’t ready.” Hotch commanded.

“Hotch, we have all had to go undercover. There is no reason that she can’t go into the coffee shop and order a freaking latte. We will all be there to keep her safe, just like any other case!” Morgan was practically shouting.

“It’s okay. I can do it.”

“Y/n you don’t have to do this. Not if you aren’t comfortable.” Hotch was obviously trying to profile you based on his expression.

“I’m okay. I’ll do it.”

You were ordering a coffee, meanwhile Spencer was sitting in the back of the café reading a book and Rossi was in line, about three patrons behind you. Hotch insisted on sitting at a table just outside the entrance to keep a close eye on everyone coming and going. JJ, Derek, and Emily were all in the surveillance van parked across the street, waiting for the signal.

After you received your coffee, you found a seat at an empty table. It wasn’t long before a man approached you. He was tall and clearly strong; he had a very sinister aura that gave you the chills.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked.

“Oh, sure.” You agreed.

The man sat, but only after he moved the chair closer to you. He was talking to you, but you were having a hard time listening. You were silently begging the guys to come to help and get him away from you.

“You know, you’re really pretty. Why don’t we get out of here? We could go get lunch.” The man suggested.

“Oh, I’m not sure I should.”

“C’mon, be a good girl and get up.” His tone became more aggressive.

You stood up without a second thought, much to the unsub’s delight. He grabbed your arm in a bruising grip and began leading you out of the café.

“They’re on the move. Why is she going with him? This wasn’t the plan.” Derek exclaimed.

Hotch’s demeanor instantly changed. After you opened up to him about your previous assignment, he understood now why you had seemingly always followed orders willingly, only your willingness had been conditioned. Instilled in you through the manipulation of a very dangerous man.

“I got it.” Hotch

Hotch stood up and turned abruptly, purposefully plowing into you and the unsub. He made a move that shifted you away from the unsub and placed himself between you.

“Oh, I am so sorry!” Hotch feigned innocence.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Watch where you’re going asshole. Let’s get out of here.” The unsub reached for your arm once more.

“She’s not going anywhere with you.”

“You want to bet?” he said, pulling a gun from his waistband and pointing it directly at your head.

You didn’t flinch, in fact you didn’t move a muscle. All the while everyone else sprung into action. Hotch tried to talk him down while the rest of the team surrounded him on all sides. You had stood there completely disassociated while this man threatened your life and ultimately met his untimely end via Emily’s weapon.

“Y/n would you please come to my office?” Hotch requested.

You silently followed Hotch to his office. You were wringing your hands, hoping that he wouldn’t reprimand you for your behavior today. You couldn’t handle disappointing people.

“You didn’t even flinch. You had a gun pointed at you and you didn’t even blink. You also willingly left the café with him, which was not a part of the plan we had discussed.” Hotch stated, his tone calm.

“I’m sorry Hotch. He told me to get up and I just…I wasn’t sure what to do. I know we needed to catch the guy.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.” Hotch admitted. “I don’t know what I would do if you got hurt. I also don’t want you to agree to do things simply because someone tells you to. Like agreeing to go undercover.”

“I don’t know how to do that. Disagree I mean. I’m not sure I have that in me anymore.” You did everything in your power to keep the tears at bay. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Y/n I’m not disappointed. I do think that it is very important you continue to work with your therapist.”

“I will.”

“…and I just stood there.”

“Y/n you we conditioned for over a year to sit still when any sort of firearm was shot, you watched people die right in front of you. You were covered in their blood and forced to remain kneeling until instructed otherwise. I can’t say I am entirely surprised that you didn’t react to having a weapon pointed at you. What does surprise me though was that you agreed to going undercover.” Sylvia finished.

“I knew it was our best option to finding this unsub. I fit the victimology, and I was able to fish him out. It was a no-brainer.” You shrugged.

“Now that sound like someone making a rational decision.” Sylvia smirked.

“Yeah well, after the case Hotch called me out and I felt like a child being scolded. I could barely hold back tears.”

“Why do you think that is?” She pressed.

“I don’t know. I guess, I’m afraid of not being good enough and worse, disappointing him.”

“The only person you should be worried about disappointing is yourself. Y/n you have made huge strides in the last five months and as long as you stay true to yourself, you will continue to do so.”

The months went on, as did the cases and your therapy sessions. Oddly enough, you had started to feel more like yourself. Things with the BAU have started to become easy, you were opening up little by little to the others and you were getting better at making your own decisions.

Hotch had also noticed the change. It had warmed his heart to see you really coming into your own, to really get to know the real you. Which had only strengthened his feelings toward you, causing him to work extra hard to shove them down. Rossi knew simply from the look Hotch gave you, but that’s a story for another time.

The team had been working back-to-back cases all over the country for the last few weeks. It had been exhausting and the team were getting to a point where everyone was snippy. Lack of sleep had led to a horrible lack of patience, and the local officers weren’t making matters any better.

“What if we were wrong, I think the unsub is a woman. I mean look at the attention to detail in the clean up and at how the bodies were presented.” You offered.

“Y/n could be right; a woman would take the time to be precise and it would explain the…”

Before Spencer could finish his thought, Officer Riley decided to provide his own theories.

“There is no way it is a woman. They don’t have the courage to take care of people like this. That’s why the statistic proves that the unsub is a man.”

“With all due respect, women are just as capable of murder as men, and when they do it they are often far more meticulous which is why that fits better here.” You explained.

“Well, with all due respect ma’am, I’ve been doing this job longer than you could walk.”

“Excuse me?” You couldn’t bother hiding your surprise.

“All I’m saying sweetheart, is that perhaps you’d be better off getting us some coffee.” Officer Riley sneered.

“Last time I checked, I’m the one working for the FBI and not some Podunk little police station in the middle of nowhere, Idaho. So how about you back off and let us finish our…”

“Y/N TAKE A SEAT.” Hotch demanded.

Despite your shock at Hotch’s tone toward you, you took a seat without hesitation.

“Officer Riley, please let my agents do their work. We have much more important things to be doing than arguing about the duties of a woman.” Hotch chided.

“Well, you clearly agree with me given the fact that you gave her an order. If you’d been on her side you’d have probably told me off.” Riley turned to you, “and you clearly do know how to listen to a man in charge. Perhaps I misjudged you.”

With that, Riley made his leave with a low chuckle, and you sat there considering what had just happened. Hotch had commanded you to sit down knowing full well you’d comply, that way he could deal with Riley without you continuing to tell him off. He used what he knew about you against you, despite all the conversations you’ve had with him. Despite him knowing full well your fear of blindly following orders.

“I can’t believe you.” You stood up and walked out, heading straight for the precinct exit.

“Y/n wait!” Hotch followed you.

As you landed on the sidewalk just upon the exit, Hotch’s had made its way around your upper left arm in a desperate attempt to slow you down and hear him out. Only you were in no mood to listen to him or anyone else right now. All you felt was the sense of betrayal blooming in your chest.

As he swung you back around to face him, you did something that shocked even you. You right arm followed around, landing a harsh slap to Hotch’s cheek. Your breathing was ragged, a look of surprise painting your features…a look of guilt flooding Hotch’s.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” You paused.

“No, Y/n I am so sorry I shouldn’t have-” Hotch pleaded.

“I need to go. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.” With that you left, calling a taxi, and heading back to the hotel.

“YOU STUPID BITCH! HOW COULD YOU?” Emilio Screamed, lunging toward you.

“Emilio I didn’t, I just…I”

Emilio wrapped his hand around your throat, harshly choking you as SWAT swarmed the shipyard. They quickly made their way to you, removing Emilio from his position over you. As they pulled him away you couldn’t help but watch him.

“Kneel Pet!” Emilio commanded.

You couldn't help but follow his order. Immediately dropping to your knees, resting your hands atop your thighs and letting your gaze fall to the ground.

“I will always own you! You will always be my pet, perfectly broken in!” Emilio hollered as they put him in the back of a vehicle.

“Y/n you’re okay, lets get you up and checked out.” Your unit commander suggested.

Only you didn’t move. You couldn’t get up, not without his permission.

That night, the paramedics had to sedate you to get you into an ambulance. And after that you were placed in a psychiatric facility for 30 days to help undo the brainwashing you’d endured.

“Sylvia, I slapped him. My boss, I slapped him right in the face!”

“Y/n you reacted to a situation and based on what you just explained to me, it seems like he knew he was in the wrong. You shouldn’t be blaming yourself and honestly, you should talk to him.”

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.”

“Maybe tell him how you feel.” Sylvia suggested.

You spent the afternoon practicing what to say to Hotch, Spencer had been texting you updates of that case as it progressed. He’d let you know that they caught the unsub and were headed back to the hotel. So, as you opened your door to make your way to his room, you came face-to-face with the man himself.

“Hotch.” You gasped.

“Y/n can we talk?”

You moved aside to allow him access to your room. You couldn’t help but feel nervous about the conversation that was to come.

“Hotch, I am so sorry for slapping you! I was just-”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. Y/n I am so sorry, I heard you going off on Riley and I knew that if you kept talking he’d report you and I’d be forced to suspend you, only I hadn’t considered the effect that me demanding you take a seat would have on you. I need you to know it was not my intention to take advantage of you like that and even worse, I shouldn’t have put my hand on you the way I did. You had every right to slap me.” Hotch explained.

“You were trying to protect me?”

“Riley had made threats of reporting our staff for going against orders of the precinct. I knew that he’d report you for your behavior, despite him clearly being in the wrong. I didn’t want to suspend you.”

“I didn’t realize. But Hotch telling me to take a seat, in the tone you did, it felt like I was right back there. Following orders without thinking. With you, I can’t explain it, I would do anything you asked me to and that terrifies me. My feelings for you only add to that need to do anything you say, to do anything to please you. I can’t help it.”

“You have feelings for me?”

“Aaron! Is that all you took from what I just said?”

“Please say that again.” He whispered.

“Aaron.”

He let his eyes close and took a deep breath. You could tell he was holding back and though part of you was begging you to walk away, the other was telling you to jump in. You thought about what Sylvia would say, and you couldn’t help but release a breathy laugh, knowing full well that she would tell you that only you can make the right decision, and it is okay to trust yourself.

“Aaron, I am terrified…and it is going to take me some time to fully trust myself again, but I really like you and if you’re up for it, I’d like to give this a shot. Unless you don’t feel the same way, then please ignore what I just said an-”

Aaron pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss. One that told you everything you needed to know.

“I’m scared too, but I want to try this Y/n. I know that you’re still working to find yourself, I am willing to wait if that is what you need, but I am also willing to be by your side every step of the way.”

“I don’t want to wait.”

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katealpha · 24 days ago

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Prologue:

Shortly after the year 2026 began, the Earth was suddenly visited by a fleet of massive saucer ships. There was panic at first, with many seeing this as the beginning of an alien invasion. However, contact was made between the two, and over a few months, humanity began to learn more about the Serpent Empire.

Predominantly made up of clones, the serpent species were born to serve their leaders, with the most efficient way of growing new clones being through the natural reproductive system. For eons, the serpents were conquerors, taking resources and women from various planets to serve as revered but captive broodmares for the aliens. By the time the serpents discovered earth, they’d expanded and taken so much control that the breeding program was entirely voluntary. Once diplomatic ties were made, the serpents began to integrate themselves into Earth’s societies. Chiefly, they advertised the breeding program and offered unbelievable amounts of money to volunteers.

This is where Nina Gao came in.

Nina was an actress who had recently started to gain traction in Hollywood. Seeing an opportunity to boost her career and help bridge the gap between Earth and the serpents, she had her agent contact the empire and soon, there was a drop ship hovering in front of her penthouse balcony….

# 1 Week Later….

A a phone camera began to record, standing up on a small tripod. The subject was Nina, who after a week of thinking, decided how she’d record the progress of what was happening to her. In short, she was pregnant. The operation done on her was a success.

Once she saw that she was being recorded live on YouTube, she smiled and stepped back so the camera could capture her from the thighs up. Now that she was in frame, she waved.

“Hey everyone! Nina here. I don’t normally upload to my official YouTube channel, but this is a very special occasion. Some of you might already know what this is about if you follow my Twitter and Instagram, but I’ll explain it again here. So, those serpent empire aliens who’ve been chilling out around our planet? Well, they’ve been basically doing help wanted ads for their breeding program.” The actress sneered slightly. “I know it sounds super weird, but they assured me that it was refined and safe for humanoids like me. Yeah, I kinda called them to volunteer. Why? Because I think having at least one movie star hear them out will make things between our kinds. That, and I’ll admit, I’m making twice as much as I would on a normal gig. If you’re watching at home and struggling with your bills…I’d probably think about it.” She gave a rather awkward chuckle before she changed subjects.

“Anyways, the procedure wasn’t really bad. They did it exactly a week ago, so as I’m recording this, I am pregnant with their kind. Just to make it fully known. In fact I’ve already started showing. They told me that the pregnancy would last about a month.” She sighed. “So yeah, hopefully it’ll all turn out okay. But here, let me show you guys the progress so far.”

Nina zipped down her thin sweatshirt and revealed her bare stomach to the camera. While she was hardly completely toned around her tummy, a turn to the side showed that something was different. Her stomach looked like she’d eaten too much at a restaurant. Like an average food baby one would see on tik tok or even that side of YouTube.

“You can definitely notice a little when I turn to the side. That’s gonna get a lot bigger over the next few weeks, and they already told me that I’m gonna start getting growth spurts and cravings soon. So yeah, can’t wait for that crap to get started. I’m just glad I only have voice roles to worry about for a while. I don’t know if I can go on a set with how nauseous I’ve been feeling all week. They basically plumped this concoction of their DNA and other stuff into my body, which forms into their version of babies over a month. Don’t worry, it was through my belly button and it didn’t even hurt. It felt weird but it wasn’t like getting a syringe poked into you.”

As she finished saying this, her stomach audibly rumbled on camera. She looked down and blinked. “Ugh, I just got super hungry. I’m gonna end this video now. Please keep things respectful in the comments, and it’ll be seeing you in the next update.” Nina reached over and ended the live feed to upload it fully. Afterwards, she went directly to the Door Dash app, all while her stomach moaned and gurgled deeply…

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absurdthirst · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023: October 22nd

Day 22: True Monsters, Spiritual Possession, Sexual Exhaustion

Dave York x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Death, funerals, mentions of infidelity, rough treatment, spiritual possession, dub-con due to someone possessing

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“Carol.” Your heart clenches and you chew on the inside of your lip to keep from showing any outward emotion, although your tone has dipped down to one of shocked sadness. “I am- I am so sorry.”

Reaching out is practically impossible, but you have to. You can’t show that it really affects you beyond the impersonal connection. Feeling like you are going to throw up, you reach for Carol York’s hand.

Feeling her grip tighten, anchoring around yours like a lifeline, you nearly yank your hand away, but you don’t. You can’t. No one knows so to be repulsed would be strange. “If there’s anything I can do….” trailing off, you let the offer fade into the politeness that is supposed to be accepted and then never actually utilized.

“I think you’ve done enough.” Her words make you panic, heart starting to pound in your chest and you wonder if she’s known. If he had told her, or if it was just the woman’s intuition.

Instead of reacting, giving her something to judge, you just wait. She’ll either accuse you, or she won’t. Either way, you won’t argue with her. Not in the receiving line at her husband’s funeral.

“Dave said he could always count on you.” She chokes out the words, glancing back at the closed casket, her lip trembling and the water rising in her devastated brown eyes. Her world was crashing down around her, completely changed by events that she could not, and would not, ever completely know about. “He- ”

You don’t know what she was going to say, breaking down into fresh tears and little Alice York, her eyes so like her father’s, distracts her with a hug.

You hadn’t wanted to come. Didn’t think that you should, although you know that to not show up would be strange. Even if you had tried to use the excuse that there was just too much loss lately. It would be commented on if you didn’t go to the funeral of a man you often worked closely with. Optics were everything in this business.

You shuffle through, feeling a sense of dread as you approach the coffin. It’s surreal. You’ve known for a few days, unwilling to really accept it. The burner phone that you normally communicated through was silent. He was dead. Not disappeared and presumed dead. He had been found with his spine severed, his eye gouged out and plenty of defensive wounds to prove that whoever had taken him out was a top tier operator.

You can’t cry. Not here. Not in front of people you worked with. His team is also dead, which makes you wonder what operation they were running. No one claimed to know anything but it makes you feel like someone is targeting agents. First Suzan, now Dave. It makes you uneasy. Your boyfriend, a company man but not an agent like you, touches you back. Making you realize you had been lingering with your hand on the casket a little too long. You snatch your hand back and murmur a quiet apology before you move away. Ready to leave and forget that this is real for a bit. Unable to deal with the fact that he is gone.

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The rest of the funeral had gone by with no surprises. Your boyfriend had insisted you leave almost immediately after, not that you were going to protest. His hand on your back as he leads you away from the group was a little surprising, he was never normally the type to lead, if that makes any sense. He was comfortable and yielding, the opposite of the man who you had just attended his funeral.

Opening the door to the house, your boyfriend hurries you inside and then as soon as the door closes, he’s rushing over to you. Grabbing your arms, spinning you around and bending you over the table.

Gasping makes him chuckle, a sound that has never been particularly dark, but this time, it sends a shiver down your spine.

“You think death still stop me from fucking you?” Confusion sets in and you push back, but his hand around the back of your neck keeps you pinned down to the table, his breath hot on the shell of your ear.

“We always talked about how I fucked you better than your little boyfriend did.” It’s your boyfriend’s voice, but it’s different. Lower, raspier, feeding in the pit of your stomach and making your cunt bottom out like his always did. “Now I’m gonna see if his dick is the problem or if you just like being fucked like a whore.”

Gasping, you mewl his name, horrified by those words. How did he know about that line? Did he see a text? Did he hear you? How long did he know that you had been fucking Dave?

The clinking of a belt, the fumbled rasp of a zipper stills as you struggle and your boyfriend magically feels strong. His body pinning you down and the hardness of his cock press roughly against your ass.

“Stop.” He hisses, rocking against your ass. “He’s so stupid, isn’t he? He didn’t have a fucking clue when I fucked you at that party, did he? Or in the airport right before you went home to him.”

You don’t understand why he is pretending to be Dave. Talking to you like he is your dead lover. You whimper his name again but you can’t move, you are pinned. Just like Dave used to playfully pin you when you were sparring. You could never get out of it.

“Hated fucking Carol the last time.” Your eyes widen. “Didn’t know it would be the last goddamn time I fucked. At least in that body. Would have just come over and fucked you in front of him. But this is even better.”

“D-D-Dave?” You sputter, frowning and wishing you could see your boyfriend’s face. See his eyes. You could read his eyes but never Dave’s.

“He loves you.” He snorts. “But he’s gonna be a good boy and let me use this body of his and make you scream or I’ll make sure that I put it through plenty and let him take possession right as the pain starts.”

“P-Possession?” You don’t understand what the fuck is going on and you feel his hand slide under your skirt to pull your panties down and kick your feet apart. Just like Dave used to every time he fucked you like this.

“It’s me, sweet pea.” Your nickname. The one that only Dave uses, that Dave knows about, makes you gasp again. He had only ever used it when you were alone. Claiming you were sweet and yet deadly like the rosary pea. He had never even texted that nickname. “Don’t know how it happened, but I get to stick around for a little bit and I’ve missed this pussy.”

Fingers find your cunt and his touch is different. Rougher. Exactly like Dave would have touched you. This time you moan and push back against him to beg for more rather than fight. That laugh comes to your ears again, rough and thrilling. One you thought you would never hear again. “Good girl.” Dave growls through your boyfriend’s vocal cords. “Now….scream for daddy.”

The scream you give when he drives the cock of your boyfriend deep into your cunt is one of disbelief and pleasure. Even from beyond the grave, Dave York has managed to find a way to fuck you just like you need.

#pedro pascal #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #absurdthirst kinktober #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york imagine #dave york fanfiction

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Second chapter! I don't have a set schedule for posting but I am writing a chapter ahead so I always have something to post 🙂 again feel free to leave suggestions or comments, even something you might like to see in later chapters! Hope you enjoy! Heres a link to part one in case you missed it!

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At 28, Eddie Munson had seen and faced a lot of horrors that would have many people running for the nearest asylum. That didn't mean that she wasnt almost shaking from nerves meeting the rest of the people that made up the behavioral analysis unit.

She was well aware that if this didn't work out, she would be placed somewhere else, and not every unit would be as welcoming.

Agent Hotchner -Hotch- she corrected herself cleared his throat to get the attention of the 6 people pretending to look busy and started to introduce her.

"Everyone this is Sergeant Edythe Munson, she will be the 8th member of our team, effective immediately. I trust that you all will show her around and get her up to speed with how our unit works." With a slight smile and nod in her direction, Hotch started back up the stairs to his office, giving the reins of introductions to his team.

"Sergeant isn't necessary, you can call me Eddie." Rolling her eyes slightly at the second time she was having to say that today, she watched nervously as the rest of the team had a silent conversation with each other before a short blonde woman in very loud clothes broke away and came towards her with a big smile.

"It's really good to meet you, Eddie! My names Penelope Garcia, im the tech analyst for the team, can I give you a hug or are you more of a handshake person?" Eddie couldn't keep the grin off her face, this womans warm demeaner reminded her a lot of Joyce Byers, just not so much in dress.

"I will take a hug Penelope." Garcia squealed and pulled the taller woman into a hug which caused the others to laugh and relax.

"Save some for the rest of us mama." A dark skin man grinned at the blonde before stepping up to Eddie, "Derek Morgan, pleasure to have you join the team." Eddie relaxed as he held out his hand instead of going in for a hug.

The rest of the team introduced themselves some giving out hugs and others handshakes before her gaze fell on the last one.

A tall man with long curly hair and an awkward smile on his face, "Dr. Spencer Reid," he gave a short wave, obviously not comfortable touching her but taking her silence as judgement for it. "Did you know that the number of pathogens passed from a handshake is less than if you kiss." It was obviously a fact that he had shared multiple times if the exasperated laughs and eye rolls of the rest of the team were any indication.

Eddie grinned back, not offended in the slightest, "I didn't know that, but now I feel the need to wash my hands." She said to the louder laughs of everyone present. Spencer seemed to brighten a little when he realized his ramble wasn't going to be mocked from the newbie.

"So Eddie, what has you joining the BAU?" A dark haired woman asked, Emily she thinks her name was.

Eddie cleared her throat, trying to buy time, "After being discharged, I decided I still wanted a similar career, just not one I needed a passport for." Eddie relaxed when the vague answer illicted a laugh from her new team instead of suspicion.

"What branch were you?" Jennifer asked her, leaning on a desk in a way that suggested the gentle interrogation was just beginning.

"I was apart of a task force, no specific branch, we went where we were needed when we were needed." Eddie had to consciously lower her shoulders that were rising up in defense, it was completely normal for new coworkers to want to about her life before they met, she tried to reassure herself.

"What kind of task force? Most special operations forces are specified by branch and training." Dr. Reid asked, taking note of the way Eddie's eyes started moving around the room, obviously scouting for exit points.

"I'm sorry but that's classified." Eddie grimaced as the eyebrows of everyone went up, obviously not expecting such a statement. "The task force was very small and never changed members until it disbanded 6 months ago, we aren't allowed to talk about it to anyone that wasn't apart of it." Eddie inched back, expecting a little backlash at the fact that the new member couldn't even share about the last 7 years of her life.

She relaxed slightly when the team just seemed to look at each other and then shrug, mentally deciding to give their new member a break.

"If Pretty Boy here can clean off his mess, you can have the empty desk next to him." Derek seemed to mock at the young doctor, making him squawk in protest. "It's been empty for years, Morgan! How was I supposed to know that we were getting a new member." He shouted at the other man as he frantically moved papers and books around to his desk to make room.

Eddie smiled slightly to herself, this team wasn't her Hawkins family, far from it, but looking around she couldn't help the warm feeling in her chest from spreading. She may be under the thumb of the government for the rest of her life, but at least she would have good company.

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: POV Hermione Granger, Curse Breaker Hermione Granger, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Co-workers, Banter, Flirting

Summary:

Hermione Granger is one of the most successful researchers in The Department of Enchanted Object Salvage and Magical Extraction. She and her partner boast one of the highest success rates they've ever seen. Which she attributes to her impeccable planning and meticulousness. From her office, she guides her partner through all the challenges he faces in the field. All the while maintaining a steady stream of banter. Something that is easier said then done when your partner is Draco Malfoy.

Looking at the brief in front of me, the parchment already littered with notes that I meticulously colour-coded over the past forty-eight hours. The mission is straightforward, navigate through the cave, grab the artefact and get out. A regular Tuesday for the most successful team that The Department of Enchanted Object Salvage and Magical Extraction has seen in a decade.

The job required a certain level of elegance that only comes from painstaking research and near seamless teamwork between me as the Artifact Retrieval and Intelligence Analyst, ARIA for short, and my Paranormal Artifact Recovery Agent. The only problem? My PARA is a haughty blonde with a pension of going off on his own.

Just then, the earpiece buzzed to live in my ear, meaning that boots were on the ground. Draining the last of my water when the voice on the other end pulls me into work mode.

“Alright Granger, sing to me?”

For a moment, I wondered idly why he always sounded bored. Especially when making his silly little inside joke. He’d been excited about this when we got the briefing. In his own way. I could see it in the way his eyes lit up and the corners of his lips turned up into that signature smirk.

There were little artefacts that predated Merlin. This piece was not only historically significant, though. But it was also shielded from all usual scans, and probing had given little to no information. It was almost a complete mystery. The sheer potential of what this could be was exciting to the both of us.

At the time, it had seemed like Draco had been like a kid on Christmas. So, why was he suddenly back to indifference? I inhale sharply, close my eyes and push his mood from my mind. Focus on the task at hand.

“The cave should be clearly marked. J- ”

“Yes, yes, it is a tourist trap. I am aware.”

His sharp tone cut my sentence short with a dismissive remark. I click my tongue, not caring that the earpiece will pick up on the sound. It isn’t like he isn’t aware of what I think of his attitude. What comes as a surprise though is the chuckle that follows and the amused tutting.

“Are we there already? Sweet Salazar, Granger we barely got started.”

I know he needs to keep his voice down, a ‘notice me not’ charm was only going to do so much. His running his mouth could risk this entire operation. But the hushed tone tickles the back of my neck distractingly.

“Malfoy, because it is a ‘tourist trap’ as you so eloquently pointed out, we need to get in during operating hours. Since you refuse to dress like a normal person -”

My jaw tightens when his voice cuts in for the second time in a handful of minutes. Like he cannot help himself but correct anything and everything I am saying. Especially when I am trying to tell him something.

“Like a muggle, you mean?”

“Yes, and no. A normal person. You’re the only person I know who insists on wearing dragon hide.”

Read on here

#dramione #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #my fanfiction #dramione fanfic #ao3 fanfic

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Not A Hero and End of Zoe cutscene talk

theres not a lot but they have some points (and I probably missed some for Not A Hero... I feel like I did)

Not A Hero

1. Lucas: "Is it ready? Can we begin? "I can't help it, man. We've got work to do."

Veronica: "Chris, did we lose him?" Chris: "No, no. Ethan Winters has been secured. He's alive and well, considering." Veronica: "And Lucas Baker? Right now, he's our only link to The Connections." Chris: "He's next on my list.“

we don't learn who Lucas is talking to but we do know its not the connections. Lucas is a double agent selling data to have another group about Evie (and from one of the files we learn why. he thinks the connections won't use Evie properly)

two options: normal feedback from the guys in helicopter when they were flying away and Veronicas comment about how Lucas is their only link lends to that.

but also CONSIDERING WHAT? have you seen RE1 hd Chris alternative outfit looking like the most douchy thing known to man? you know don't judge a book by its cover. But all jokes aside he says this with assurance as if he knows Ethan. And they knew he was going to be there that's what it sounds like to me anyway

2. "dialogue: experiments with an e-type variant": aka these fuckers: fumers and mama molded (later on "I have no idea. its something new. Proceed with extreme caution... white variant is extremely resilient")

3. the son of a bitch has been sending status reports on Evie to the connections: self explanatory this is confirmation of their previous thoughts (briefing document you find in Chris's inventory at the start) and there is a moment of Chris expressing his distaste of working with Blue Umbrella.

4. "if you're gonna kill me just kill me for the love of god shut the fuck up"... no analysis just big ass mood really

5. "Umbrella and Redfield have been taken care of. dealing with them cost me some time cost them a lot more. But I can still get that data to you but we're quits after that" I am going to say this was towards the connections and not the other party but i don't know for sure

6. Lucas "a lot of people out there want to know about out little Evie. a lot of people" Chris: "Your friends, the connections know about this they don't strike me as the forgiving type"

Who are the other people? what was Lucas's plan after he completely betrayed the Connections (... why did Lucas betray the connections? we can infer the why as again he thought they won't use her properly) and of course the criminal organisation won't be forgiving at outright betrayal (or even perceived betrayal for that matter) makes you wonder why explicity Ethan and Mia were moved to where they are in Village (and if they have been moved before)

7. Veronica: "Chris, the data transfer's almost complete!“ Chris: "How do I stop it?" Veronica: "You need a way to shut down the server. There may be some transformer relays you can—“ Chris shoots "OK… that worked. Gonna be some pissed computer techs up here, but—“ Chris: "Cry me a river. What's the sitrep?" Veronica: "The facility is clear. Even the newer breeds have been neutralized." Chris: "Then I'm outta here.“ Veronica: "Perimeter wall is up and operational.“ Chris: "Good. "Think we did any good here?“ Veronica: "Not for them, unfortunately, but the mold is contained. Hopefully, they're Evie's last victims.“ Chris: "Hopefully.“ Veronica: "Chris, there's a call for you. You need to take it back at the camp.“ Chris: "Alright. I'm on my way."

no thoughts about the first part of the bolded text other than it makes me sad. Chris has been in this so long and its just you know tiring for him

now the call back at camp. I am willing to bet that's its Ethan asking him to search for Zoe. And again I ask how can a random normal civilian get a direct line to anyone in this situation let alone Chris Redfield?

End of Zoe

Joe: "What the hell are you boys up to?“ Soldier: "That's her alright. Zoe Baker. She's still breathing. Call in to HQ."

I wonder who wants status reports? also did they get a chance (I hope the prisoner Joe takes took the chance whilst he was out got the call out)

...Soldier: "Listen to me. We're here to help.“ Joe: "No, I don't believe you, boy. Tell me—what kind of help comes in a helicopter gunship.“ Soldier: "You don't know what you're talking' about. You don't get it!“ Joe: "With all these monsters running' around here. Tell me—where'd they come from?“ Soldier: "It's not what you think. You don't understand!“ Joe: "Oh, I don't understand? "You see that girl back there? Look! That there my brother's little girl. My niece. You understand? And around here, family is a righteous cause! And you ain't gonna kill my family! Now see, that ain't something' I can abide.“

Joe was in the military in the Marines specifically but from his questioning he knows about outbreak military suppression groups maybe even aided in one such incident (and after getting discharged went to live in a shack in the swamp close enough to his family but far enough to not know a thing that's happening)

Soldier: "For fuck's sake. She's infected—she's dying—and we're both gonna fuckin' die if we don't get the fuck outta here right now!" Joe: "She ain't dead yet, boy! So I figure you better do something about it. Before I feed you to your little friends outside." Soldier: "OK, OK! "There's a cure.“ Joe: "You're lying to me." Soldier: "I'm not lying... I'm not lying. We were on our way to get her treatment, and you fucked that up when you jumped us! They're probably still waiting for us right now!“ Joe: "Where?"

Joe: "Soldier boy said the meds were at some kind of base... "Now where in all hell did this wall come from…?"

how did Joe miss the wall being constructed? other than him not being close and doesn't go in that direction when he goes hunting?

Joe: "Jack? What the fuck—" Joe: "Goddammit, Jack! Don't you remember your own brother? Don't do it! Don't you touch her! Jack! Let me the fuck outta here! I'm your family! How the fuck could you do this to me? Get me the fuck outta here, Jack!"... Joe: "Goddammit. Aw hell, Jacky-boy... What's happened to you?"

startling realisation and trying to reason with Jack but it won't work (again I think Joe drowned the screen goes black and he gets up at the Baker estate)

"attacked by unknown bioweapon"

Jack gets around quite a bit (considering he can teleport- it would be cool if what he was actually doing was disolving into the ground and reforming wherever he needs to go but alas the garage opening scene exists)

"You're just a rabid dog now. And I'm gonna put you outta your misery."

I had a thought so we see don't see Jack crystalise (I say calcify is better description) after the chainsaw fight but we do see him do so in the boathouse and his legs turn as well in this last boss so his upper half turned into the monster in the boathouse (kinda like fear street and the kids trying to blow up the killers and watching them reform though in this case its both reform and deform)

Joe Baker: "This is a farewell from the family, brother!... Zoe...!"

its just a badass line what can I say?

Chris: "Weapons down. Weapons down! It's alright. You must be Zoe Baker." Joe: "Who the hell's asking?" Chris: "Chris Redfield. We've been looking all over for you. We're here to help."

there is element of Chris helping look for Zoe being that she can be helped. that she wasn't a lost cause. But it seems like there was a lot of effort going into her search all for one person (also I wonder if their search is what woke Jack up or was Jack searching the entire time)

BEST CUTSCENE

Zoe: "I was trapped with those monsters for 3 years—all of them trying to kill me... I can't believe it's finally over.“ Joe: "Ya gotta know, deep down somewhere, they were still your family and they loved you. Especially your daddy... even in his final days.“ Chris: "We found her. She's a tough kid. Yeah, of course. Hang on."

"Someone wants to speak to you."

Ethan: "Zoe? Zoe, are you there?“ Zoe: "It's you! I don't believe it. You actually made it." Ethan: "We both did."

Zoe: "You didn't forget about me."

Ethan: "I told you I'd send help. And I always keep my promises."

Zoe: "Thank you, Ethan."

I wonder if whilst Zoe was being checked up they were explaining what happened to Joe and and Joe came to this rightful conclusion (Jack wanted to bring his baby home)

Chris updating Ethan on finding her over and handing the phone over. (I would love to know what the conversation was like on Ethans end and before Chris came into the tent)

Ethan has to have some kind of authority for some reason to be able to say this with confidence. And you know getting Chris to personally update him AND hand the phone over (again normal civilians can't do this?)

I love this bit what can I say

#resident evil #ethan winters #mia winters #the connections #lucas baker #chris redfield #joe baker #jack baker #zoe baker #body horror tw #i hate the white molded i hate the white molded they fucking suck no matter what mode your on #and its even worse on professional as you don't have guns until the mine cart yard you start and play most of it with a knife #and i especially hate the white molded when paired with the asshole quick molded

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now i'm kinda curious actually... do you think when luke got his illness and all, do you think nsb would've let him retire then and there, or is luke just so good of an agent that they couldn't let them go? cause i can sort imagine nsb going like: "hey luke, we can let you off. we'll handle treatment and all. but please live a normal life" but then luke rejecting that offer because he'd still want be useful in some way... HUUUUU

THIS IS A FUN QUESTIONS CUZ LIKE.....i have several different views on how it could go

but before i go into this i wanna make it clear that like, i do Not think that nsb lets or even Wants luke to retire at his current age. illness aside, hes 24 and at his prime in terms of the rest of his health and his skills, AND in canon we see the nsb as still actively giving luke orders and missions (heck, the nsb is the entire reason luke is in the nxx investigation team at all, hes there on nsb orders and im never forgetting that because what a delightful chekov's gun; the only member of the team who has a completely different organization as another power to listen to)

SO all these views on how the nsb lets him go to stellis is less of the nsb allowing a retirement, and more of the nsb allowing a location reassignment. since that seems to fit better with what we see in canon.

plus, in canon, it's already mentioned that the Main Reason luke moved back to stellis was because of the nsb order to join the nxx team, with the secondary reason that luke was aligned with this because this would let him investigate the drug's origin

SO all these views additionally are more talking about like.....more factors to help sway that decision In Addition to the canon factors

so my three views on how this goes is

1 ) they really just let him go/allowed his reassignment when he asked because hes just that good

this is the premise i use the MOST in my fics: in my aaron & luke NSB days fic "excuse me, sir, i am this agent's emotional support babysitter" and what i vaguely imply in the flashbacks of my one lukerosa fic "but little do we know, the stars welcome him with open arms" and the reason is cuz.......personal agency is a great narrative tool and theme

in both those fics, i was basically trying to highlight that luke's biggest enemy and thing that is dragging him down and making things hard for himself is, honestly, himself.

so how it goes in this view of "the nsb letting him go back to stellis" is that luke just has to ask. here's an excerpt from the aaron & luke fic (which, for context, is set before luke gets his illness):

It’s a sensitive topic, he’s come to learn. Luke's reactions swing between being vaguely hopeful to extremely volatile, when Aaron brings this up. “This” being how he thinks Luke should go home, go back to this certain someone he mentions sometimes, someone he seems to really care about. Like high tide and low tide, some days are manageable and other days drown Luke completely. On the good days, Luke stops the conversation and says that he’ll think about it. On the bad days… “I wonder what music she likes now,” Luke mumbles pensively. “You should ask her,” Aaron takes a chance. “When you get back to her.” Because all it’ll take is Luke making the decision. If the mighty Agent Raven appeals for a reassignment to Stellis, Aaron is pretty sure he’ll get it without question. He’s too valuable to piss off with bureaucracy, so all the kid has to do is want to go back. It’s simple. Luke doesn’t think it’s simple, though, and he goes quiet for a few seconds.

and there we have it, this bit in a fic i wrote in 2022 explains view number 1. i dont think the nsb willingly wants to lose agent raven in their main location of operations, but agent raven is too valuable to disagree with.

good thing he never makes any demands, not even the most human demand of wanting to go home.

this premise is a favorite of mine to lean back on in stories since it frames luke's self loathing and guilt as the main factor holding him back from joy. it highlights the unhealthiness of luke's mental state and the sheer consequences it causes. all that was between him and reuniting with his childhood best friend was a request, such a tiny thing that people know would get approved, but he himself wouldnt let him take that chance for a long time.

2 ) they let him go because hes just that good + his illness softened the way because he became less of an asset thanks to his time limit

view number 2 is basically view number 1 but with the nsb being much slimier (which still leads to the good effect of letting luke go back home) but BASICALY here: they REALLY dont want luke to leave the main location of operation, but hes too valuable to piss off and oofsies okay his illness now technically means he isnt at his prime.

their best agent has a time limit now, and thats kinda a bummer from a govt organization standpoint

this view is less "luke go forth and live a better life with the years u still have!" and more of the much unkinder "dang our favorite weapon is breaking :/ and hes not as perfect anymore because of that :/ fine fiiiine go home or whatever if you wanna and be productive to relevant cases there, you might as well"

basically view number 2 is view number 1 but now with more....systemic ableism //cringe emoji

but this is the premise that is the "most canon" in my head, even if i dont use it in fic as much. simply because it takes stock of both of luke's main issues (his horrible mental health and his deterioriating physical health) AND cuz....well....i know the nsb has been mostly shown as neutral-to-benevolent force in canon so far, but can ya blame me for not trusting the shady government organization? HAHA. ableism is definitely the kind of crummy that cld thrive in an environment like that

but speaking of horrid things...

3 ) they let him go because his reassignment to stellis and his illness perfectly coincided with the rise of the NXX Team and i fully think that the nsb has something to do with the nxx drug

AND NOW WE SWERVE INTO SOME BIG BAD GUY SHIT!!

some canon facts:

luke's illness was caused by an nxx contamination of the medicine used to treat him after a Disastrous Mission

that Disastrous Mission was an nsb mission that killed all his colleagues EXCEPT him

luke joining the nxx investigation team in 2030 was due to the nsb giving him orders to do so

some questions i have now about those canon facts

how did luke's medicine become contaminated with nxx?? i assume he was being treated by the nsb in an nsb facility, the security would be tight. how the heck did the nxx drug get past that.

how the heck did the nxx drug get past all that and get to luke specifically? luke who is now a very specific person because he was the only one to survive that mission. lethal drug contamination to only survivor sounds VERY MUCH like foul play was involved, doncha think?

sure, luke's assignment to the nxx team couldve been because it was convenient, they had their best agent there already with worthwhile personal stakes in the nxx drug. but....that seems TOO CONVENIENT, DONCHA THINK???

what im saying here is that i think the nsb definitely was setting this up. either they set up the mission and/or set up the contamination to get agent raven into the nxx team. why? idk yet. but again, i dont trust mysterious govt agencies HAHA, so thats my 3rd view

so...as u can see, all my views dont really posit the nsb as the good guys JHVSKJHFVDKSJ. at most, they can be the Meh guys, but whether or not they have Something to do with the broader nxx drug plot, it IS canon that like...

luke got caught up in an operation with them when he was 16-17 years old, and that led to him joining and led to them getting their most skilled agent

so how much of that was coincidence? and even if it was a coincidence, how much of "letting a teenager into a cutthroat govt organization before he's even legal" is ethical? if the nsb cld allow that, then their broader views of the value of Human Beings seems uh shallow, to say the least. and luke took to that kind of environment like he was meant for it, because even before the nsb and before his illness, he already had a deep desire to be useful, to not be a burden, to protect the people he loves and people who cannot protect themselves.

luke was a martyr in the making honored to take up the mantle. he was perfect for the nsb. way, way too perfect.

i dont think the nsb would let go of somebody like that without good reason, without strings attached, or without the "letting go" not actually being the freedom luke and the rest of us thinks it is

thanks for the ask :D

#tears of themis #i feel like that gif of the always sunny guy pointing at a corkboard of strings and pasted stuff jkhVKJSDF #asks #anon #luke pearce #tot luke #xia yan

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tokkiyuna-rabbit · 8 months ago

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I wonder in a non-canon situation, if Aera and Seoltang talk to each other about their unit. Let’s say they are at non-canon world peace conference and happen to sat next to each other:

What would Aera deduced from Seoltang’s appearance?

Would Aera start the conversation?

How would Aera introduce herself?

How would Aera explain her organization to Seoltang?

How would Aera talk about each of her agents and officers?

I thought it would be fun if the two units have non-canon interactions through their leader but please feel free to decline if you are not comfortable with it. \(^^ )

I don't mind actually. Sounds fun. But, I would need to warn you that I am pretty bad about understaning other people's characters for a reason. The reason is something I would rather keep quiet because I once told someone and it completely went over their head. I felt pretty disrespected about it since they wanted something out of me that I cannot control.

Anyway, enough of that. Let me answer your questions.

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Aera is someone who always wants to see the best in others. And looking at their ages, she would definitely be respectful to those who have more years in service/who are older. Therefore, she probably would think Seoltang is a respectful and diligent individual. A hardworker too especially with how his uniform looks. But, his smiles sometimes feel off... nah, it's probably nothing.

Surprsingly enough, Aera is a bit shy herself. But, doesn't mind starting conversation if she's bored or has been next to someone for a while. She's feel that if she doesn't introduce herself then it would be disrespectful. Though, she would wait until someone else spoke first or if there is a chance to say something.

I would imagine she would introduce herself formally unlike back at her unit. Normally in her unit, she just tells them her name. It thinks a minute for people to realize that she's the Chief and not just some random military police officer. So, it would be somethng like this: "Hello, I am Chief Aera of the Nisara Military Police in the Raelian Mountain Crescent base. It's the base that's really hidden in the inner parts of the mountains." (I know boring name for a base. I might change it in the future).

Now, I am not sure if she has an organization? Or I am mistaking myself on wording? Anyways, she's would just be blunt on what it is. She'll mention the arresting of enemy spies or troublesome soldiers. Describe imprisoning them and interrogating them. Also how they police the mountains since there are no formal police departments there. And how the MP in Crescent base operates differently from other, she won't mention the intelligence department unless if at the time there are more MP intelligence departments or the government allows it.

Aera always has something to say about her agents and officers! And now, I guess it's the best time to show her opinion on each and every one of them:

"I have a Deputy Chief who works alongside me. He's very good at his job! Very dependable and he has an eye for detail. He's very quiet though and sometimes I tend to lose him in the base. But, half the time he just moved to a different part of the room."

"One of the older of my agents is Siwoo. He's a hardworker! Always on top of duties and always willing to guide those around him! I wish he got more sleep though. I don't think I would ever see a desk full of coffee mugs in my life. Even his own friend had to force him to sleep..." (Call back to that short story I wrote some time ago)

"Speaking of his friend. His name is Eunkyu. He's a bit hard to understand because of his accent and he slips into the regional dialect a lot. Though, he is a warm and kind hearted. He smiles a lot too. Despite being new, he does his best to complete his duties. And with psychology knowledge, he's done some excellent work. But, I feel worried about him because I can still see how sad he is."

"Lastly, I have "Haoyu". He's... energetic. Sometimes I feel that I should never put him in guard duty on the watchtower without someone else there. Let's just say he may or may have not attempted to jump off of it in order to help someone else because they were in a fight with a enemy soldier and our comrade... However. he's like the sun. Bright and always full of life. His immatureness sometimes helps brighten the atmosphere!"

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However despite all of this answer, I am not sure they would be talking since Aera would most likely be in part of security of the conference rather than be a part of it. Unless she is talked to, she may just be a face seen wandering around or even personally be guarding the conference doors.

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mrsemilybartrum · 1 year ago

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As promised... this is the first rough draft of my play on the continuance of the Golden Girls. In these pages, we meet the four people who will be called back from retirement to fill the house on Richmond Street.

The Golden Guise:

“OPERATION TY4BAF”

“TY4BAF. Wonder what THAT means... Hmm.” Agent Collins said under her breath. The crackling noise coming from her outdated earpiece preceded her superior’s stern voice.

“For the love of all things holy, stop talking to yourself! I get you’re over the hill and old people do that, but chances are we are being surveilled. If I could read your lips, they just did, too. You’re a seasoned veteran, Collins! Now ACT LIKE IT! Don’t reply verbally. Just listen.”

Normally, Collins would’ve told her superior where to stick it before throwing her old-timers earpiece into the closest body of water. She didn’t appreciate bureaucracy or hierarchy – which was odd, because she was an avid British Royal Family watcher. Yet, she could tell by the tone of Deputy Director Franklin’s voice that something was seriously wrong. A little too late wrong.

“Your next assignment. All the information you need is already inside that envelope. There will be no Q and A or follow-up Ted Talk. You will receive addendums as needed, and those will be very rare. Once you leave here, verify you are alone before opening the envelope. I am serious on this one. Make sure you are completely alone. The details of this operation are top-level secret. Now GO on your way! We are already behind on the timetables!!”

Agent Collins took a deep breath and appreciated the gravitas. Normally, she would have at least a breadcrumb to go on when it came to selecting or receiving missions. This time was different. Bauz, as Collins often called Deputy Director Franklin, wouldn’t even hint about the impending weather forecast. Everything about this case was top of the line, by the book kind of stuff. No expense or detail was spared. If Bauz was that wound up for the first point of contact, then something was going on behind the scenes. It’s bad whenever you may be under lipreading surveillance.

The digital car clock was flashing 8:34 AM. It was the perfect time to grab a bite at the marina. Collins had the same routine every single day for the last three years. She always went to the marina directly after the morning rush to get her favorite meal. The envelop wrapped up in newspaper in her favorite Coach tote meant today was the last time she’d have her favorite meal for a while. Instead of heading back to her house, she turned left to head toward the Connector.

Agent Collins saw no need in rushing. After all, she went to the Marina for breakfast just about every single day. If Bauz was worried about lipreading and surveillance, one would argue NOT going to the Marina for breakfast would be a red flag. Why should that day be any different? If someone else wasn’t watching her, there was a chance Bauz was. Either way, breakfast was being had!

Joshua was working the counter that morning. He was the original owner’s son and shared the family business with his two sisters. Carla and Mallory are amazing people, but hard working they are not. Collins realized she would miss these people almost as much as she would miss their family’s generations’ old recipes. Before she could open her mouth, Joshua pointed to his own ear, tugged at it, and then shrugged. She realized her old Cold War dinosaur was sticking out. She immediately pulled it from her ear and dropped it into her bag.

He looked confused, but he went on with the day. He started making Collins her usual breakfast. In a matter of five minutes or so, not one word was ever spoken between the two of them. Yet both knew everything about each other’s morning. Collins always appreciated that more than anything about Joshua; comfortable silence is a hard thing to find.

Joshua spoke. He asked Collins what was wrong with her. She realized she was out of practice and immediately questioned whether she was truly up for this mission. Then she realized she still had to answer Joshua. She looked him dead in the eye and said, “If I told you, Mr. Joshua, I would then have to kill you by order and authority of the federal government. And that would make me even sadder than I am now. So, I am not going to be sad anymore, K?”

He looked completely shocked, yet he looked completely sure she was being honest. Collins could read people. It was her profession. She knows what true reactions should be, and he believed every word she ever told him. Well, except for that once.

Nothing else was said that morning between the two of them. She didn’t even say goodbye before she went to leave. Collins would come to regret that later; she was sure of it.

She walked out to the picnic area and looked out at the water before going down the stairs to the parking lot. One of the phones in her pockets was ringing. She could tell by the annoying ring tone who was calling.

“What do you want, Craig? I’m in the middle of something here, alright? Craig, are you there? Listen, I know what you are about to say. Listen closely here, okay? Get a pen, and I will give you 29. 28. 27. 26.”

“I got a pen, Val. Go.”

“I know you are about to tell me we are still married, that our divorce was somehow never properly filed. Send me the paperwork now. Like right now. If I do not have them by 2000 hours, we will always be married forever. Your favorite color is orange, and the weather is nice this time of year in Madrid. Do you understand me, Craig?”

“Vacation? Really? I thought you retired from – uh, taking vacations? What are you doing? Is this a midlife crisis?” Craig asked before he confirmed his understanding. He and Val were married for years, and he knew the drill. But now? She was done. The awkward silence reminded him that time was ticking away. Something in his brain was triggered, and he was back to the old days writing code phrases and secure line passwords.

“I’ll email the docs to your Gmail. Good luck out there. I am always here if you ever need me. Even if you need someone to help you keep up appearances.

“That’s sweet Craig, but I’ve been on vacation for the last three years. I don’t need anything from you anymore. Good luck.”

“MINNESOTA”

Betty hit the ignore button as she got her supplies from her trunk. She was on a mission right then, and nothing could be more important than cleaning off the graves of our fallen veterans. She pulled out her little hand brush, her rubber gloves, and her little trash bags from the cardboard box marked “Operation Hero Marker”. She closed the trunk and walked over to the final resting place of Staff Sergeant Lester Turner, World War II veteran.

The sun was beating down on her, but she enjoyed the feel of its rays warming her fair skin. Minnesota wasn’t known for its wonderful weather, but today was something the state could be proud of. She sat her box of supplies on a concrete bench. Betty usually put her phone on silent or vibrate before starting, and she usually would wear a headphone in her ear to listen to her favorite Pastor, Doctor John Barnett. But for some reason, she decided not to. She, did however, decide to turn down her ringer.

She already had 6 missed calls from not hearing her phone while driving. Betty hated a phone. She saw it like a ball and chain. And she didn’t care who was calling her right then, either. She was there on a mission to restore the headstone of Staff Sergeant Lester Turner, World War II Hero, back to its lustrous wonder. She enjoyed helping people, but she missed really helping people the way she did in her prime.

After about twenty minutes in the cemetery, the music in her headphones stopped. She looked at her phone to see what stopped her music, only to see fifteen missed calls from the same “Unavailable” caller ID. As much as she wanted to pretend it was something else, Betty knew exactly what it was.

Finally, Betty faced the music and answered the phone the next time it rang.

“For the love of all things holy, what have you been doing??!?” A familiar voice barked through the headphone speakers. Betty told the caller to give her a few minutes and then call her back.

She immediately hung up the phone and rushed to pack up all of her supplies. The grave stone will have to wait, it seems. She threw the supplies back into the “Operation Hero Marker” box and closed the trunk. She then did a quick walk-around the car with what looked like a Walkman radio. After a few minutes and finally being satisfied, Betty got into the driver’s seat of her car.

Betty locked the door locks and started the car. She was being paranoid; but Betty was a firm believer that sometimes paranoia is really intuition. She never took any chances, even if it made her feel silly. She checked all of her mirrors first before throwing the car in reverse to see through the back-up camera. After another minute or so, she finally pulled out of the cemetery.

Betty didn’t want to bring any attention to herself just in case she was being followed. She had no reason to think she would be followed, but she'd never risk it. She decided to stick to her usual routine and headed back to her farmhouse on the outskirts of St. Paul. She loved that farmhouse. Some of her best times were had at that place. And she loved being a farmer. Even with the tanking industry issues.

Betty thought about the happy life she had made for herself there. Even though her husband had been gone for about fifteen years or so, Betty felt closest to Alan on the farm. She never understood why it was that way. Alan had never lived with her, there at the farm; they had only visited there over the years when it was a Bed and Breakfast.

Betty had bought the property and turned it back into a functioning farm a couple years after she partially-retired. But even then, that was long after Alan had passed away. She didn’t want to answer the incoming call she was about to answer. She already knows it means giving her life up for a while. And she’s not ready.

But, if anything meant more to Betty, it was serving her country. As much as she wanted to avoid taking the impending call of doom, she would never do such a thing. She will always answer the call to serve her country whenever that call comes. Even if she doesn’t want to.

She pulled into the driveway and immediately ran inside. The old farmhouse still had some of the leftover layout from the Bed and Breakfast. But Betty couldn’t bring herself to remodel the place. She was afraid to change anything there, really. As if by remodeling would release whatever leftover energy of Alan that was trapped there. Who knows? All Betty knew was that change was coming.

She went into her office and shut the door. She secured her line, and then waited for the ring. That dreaded ring that will take her from her happy place. And then it came.

“Agent Ludden, while you were busy playing pussy-foot, we were en route to your location to extract you. This matter is that urgent, Ludden. As we speak right now, the other three are either being notified or already packing. You’re slowing us down. Your packet is in your locked desk drawer. All of the details are inside. Time is of the utmost importance. You have your instructions. Now secure your residence and ensure you’re alone before opening your envelope. Now, GO!”

Betty hated how that woman barked at her whenever she was worried about something. Deputy Director Franklin could manage to ruin even the best day. She was the type of person who enjoyed pissing in people’s Cheerios. Betty heard that many people called her “Bauzz” but didn’t know how that started or if it was true.

Betty had her orders. Now, she had to make sure she was safe to open them. She was dying to know what was inside. Most of all, she was dying to know who else got the same exact envelope.

“WELL, I DO DECLARE!”

“IIII… Want to dance with somebody! I want to feel the HEEEEEEAAT with some-BOOOOOODY… I wunnnnnna dannnnce with suuuuuumbooody… with somebody who looovess meee!!!” Rebecca belted as loudly as she could sing. She was in the shower, and that was when she came alive as a singer. Of course, there are some circles out there who would say that Rebecca came alive in a whole different way when she was in the shower.

Rebecca had the reputation of being a gentleman’s lady of the night. She was feminine, delicate, and she was completely in-tuned with her sexuality. For most women of a certain age, the concept of being in-tuned with one’s sexuality meant one of two things. Either someone was hanging onto their thirties or forties with a death-grip, or they were always promiscuous. Rebecca was a little bit of both, and she didn’t care who knew it.

“Incoming call. Caller Unknown.” Interrupted Rebecca’s Whitney Houston shower show. She didn’t think much of it and finished her shower. By the time she was drying herself off, the phone was ringing again. She answered the phone and spoke before her caller could get a word out.

“Yes, I know I am late. But I ended up having a meeting run over… into the floor I dare say, and I had to freshen up before I left the house. I will be there when I get there. As much as I do hope and pray that you would understand the dire straits of being a southern lady, and that certain protocols are met and in place to prevent certain disasters from taking place, I do consider that you lack the proper upbringing to understand this traditional etiquette.-“

Rebecca was interrupted by a loud, angry voice.

“You listen here, Rebecca! What you essentially just said was that you decided to have a romp in the hay with yet another strange man, that it went on for longer than you anticipated, and you’re running late because you had to shower in between your slutcapades! Get your skeeting ass in gear and get to the contact point, now!” Deputy Director Franklin screamed through the line. She must’ve been in the office with a desk phone because Rebecca could hear the phone physically slam down as it clicked.

Rebecca went to her closet and picked out one of her favorite outfits. She didn’t let her age influence how she dressed. She dressed for how she wanted to feel. Regardless of whether other people might think her attire be less than appropriate sometimes. She never faltered in the idea that she was a true Southern Lady entitled to, and deserving of mind you, everyone’s love and admiration.

She chose a white silk top that had pink magnolia blossoms printed all over it. The front of the top was carefully and strategically cut to wrap ever-so-carefully around a fully-busted figure. She paired the low-cut wraparound with a pair of black leggings that had pockets easily hidden by the bottom of the top. She decided to wear her thong-jelly sandals; after all, what’s the point of paying for pedicures?

Rebecca grabbed her latest bag and double checked the house was locked up tight before leaving. She got into her car and opened the garage door from the driver’s seat. An envelope fell from the driver’s side visor. It had “TY4BAF” on the front of it. The phone rang inside of her car. It was the same “Unknown Caller”.

Rebecca sighed a heavy sigh and answered the phone.

“Never mind, I had the team put your packet in your car. We don’t have time to waste. Everything is in motion now, so time is too important for theatrics. Just go inside and read the packet. Bye”

Rebecca wanted to laugh; Deputy Director Franklin wasn’t barking that time. She was actually kind of nice to do that for her. Wonder what the catch will be. And what is “TY4BAF”?

“BROOKLYN WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME”

“The time of day is Two-Fifty,” said the strange man in the oddly-apparent hipster clothing.

“Oh my word, are you for real right now? You never speak to the mark. You only look at my watch to make sure the hour hand is pointed at the two and the minute hand is pointed at the ten. You idiot. If we’re being watched, you could’ve just revealed everything. You idiot. Get out of here!” screamed the deputy director.

Kate winked at the young kid in the horrible clothes and sat down on the park bench. She did a quick look around the place to see if anything was out of place. She grabbed the New Yorker paper with an envelope inside marked with “TY4BAF”.

Kate got back up, almost as smoothly as she sat down, and was gone before the deputy director could even put a tail on her. She was irate that Kate got away from her first.

#golden girls #fanfiction

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little-mouse-adventures · 1 year ago

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All this OC talk… now you’ve got me curious- tell me a little bit about your OCs, if you would like!

the thing is. the OC's that have been rattling around in my brain for like... five months? are NOT part of the fic I am 3/4 of the way through writing. So that's been fun.

But they won't get out of my head, and I like them a lot, so I'm gonna natter about them. (They also show up in this fic, and I keep thinking I might expand on that... I also have another fic idea I might put them in, because they're my OC's and I can put them in any world I want, but their backstories would be pretty much unchanged).

uh. this got long, so things are under the cut.

Ji-hun (Jimmy) Kim: Mid-40's, Korean-Canadian entrepreneur. Born the second son and third of four children to the leader of a Canadian based Korean crime family. He cut ties with his family in his late 20's and basically started his own little criminal empire. He quit that a few years later after his adopted sister Delaney nearly died from his bullshit and he nearly died because she wasn't there to protect him, and he went mostly legitimate into the fashion industry. He started going by Jimmy at that time, with only a very, very small number of people allowed to call him by his given name.

He puts on a pretty non-threatening and almost campy public persona. In reality, he's a highly intelligent and shrewd businessman and learned long ago that being a flashy, non-threatening person allowed him to get in close for Hello hugs and walk away with the other person's watch, wallet, and phone, which he can then mine for information to use later. Mainly focuses on fashion, though splits his time between high fashion and couture collections and practical wear for mundane combat - clothes that look casual and normal, but are actually tailored to carry multiple weapons or protect from bullets or knives.

Generally pretty easy-going, but he does have a temper, and is willing to hold grudges. He doesn't let them get in the way of work, but he certainly doesn't forget any wrongs against him or those he cares about, which is mostly just like two people total. Has majority stakeholder interest in a few ventures outside of fashion, a few electronic parts manufacturing companies, owns and operates a few exclusive clubs, that kind of thing. He goes a bit squirrely if he's bored, which can happen easily. He always needs a project, whether that's designing a new dress or pouring over tech magazines to figure out which microchip manufacturer to invest in next.

Delaney Winters: Early 40's, Jimmy's adopted sister and bodyguard/ personal assistant. She met Ji-hun when she was twelve and her father sold her to Ji-hun's mother to be trained as an escort/ intel agent to pay for his gambling debts to the crime family. She learned the skills, but was a bit too scrappy for the graceful, accomplished look the crime family wanted in their people, so she started training as a fighter. Ji-hun was in training at the same time - his mother didn't care for that as she wanted him to take on the medic role for the family, but he never really got along with his mother. He and Delaney got along like a house on fire and quickly became inseparable, so they were partnered together. It also worked well as cover: each had a "date" for fancy events where they would attend to perform assignments for the family from gathering information, committing heists, or enacting assassinations. This led to a lot of rumours about Del and Jimmy being romantically involved - they absolutely are not, but they don't do much to discourage the rumours.

Del is nearly always in high heels, and never (unless she's completely relaxed at home, and even then it's iffy) has her hair down. It's a dangerous game, to have long hair in a world where it can get caught or pulled in a fight or left behind as evidence, but she likes it anyways so keeps it.

She has less of a temper than her brother, and is more willing to forgive people. She's also willing to negotiate more, which, partnered with her love of old-fashiond Colt single action army revolvers, earned herself the nickname The Peacemaker. Likes dancing and daisies and houseplants - she sometimes wants a simple, normal life, but worries that it would drive her crazy with boredom. So for now, she's fine running around the globe as the bodyguard/ PA for her brother. She can be very charming when she wants to be, but mostly plays the straight man to her brother's goofball persona, and can be sharp-tongued and sarcastic. She's loyal to a fault - literally.

Marcus: Haven't sorted out his last name yet, but he's Ji-hun's love interest and eventual husband. Mid to late 40's. He's a chef, and runs a few high-end restaurants and does some catering, but he's just like... a normal dude. No criminal ties, no dangerous past. The worst thing on his background check is that he had a couple DUI's and speeding tickets in his early 20's. Very calm personality, almost surfer-dude-esque. Keeps his hair long (for a dude, it mostly hits his shoulders), and enjoys experimenting with different recipes. Eventually he and Ji-hun adopt two kids together and he is hands-down the less stressed parent - probably because he's the only one who had an actual decent upbringing lol.

#!!!!#thank you for asking about my OCs i love these bastards but never have time to write fic about them #they're also not the main focus of the fic i am SO CLOSE to being done and DESPERATELY want to finish #(specifically didn't write about that cast in the hopes that the desire to go on about them will translate to writing that damn fic)

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electrasev5nwrites · 1 year ago

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Ninja Daily: Vapors 71

“I began using my art for my missions and training at a young age.”

“Oh?” Aiko raised an eyebrow. ‘I don’t really see why you’re bringing this up now, though it is nice to see you confiding in me of your own volition.’

Unaware of her thoughts, Sai mildly continued, “It is best that your superiors know of your unique strengths, so that they can most wisely allocate resources. Do you not agree?”

She bit her tongue instead of replying.

That would have been an odd thing to say under normal circumstances, wavering on the line between a banality and a sign that he needed more practice initiating conversation. When he was escorting her to meet with Danzo, it took on an entirely more sinister tone. ‘Is he… warning me that I can’t hide things from Danzo?’

That was all Sai said on the matter, and she didn’t push. He’d made his point. He probably shouldn’t have done even that, if she was reading him right.

‘Though, what could he be talking about? He mentioned unique strengths, so he could be hinting that Danzo knows about my chakra chains or Hiraishin.’ Aiko kept her face blank, dully staring forward as their footsteps echoed in the tunnel. ‘It shouldn’t shock me that Danzo could know about Hiraishin, which he’s much more likely to be interested in than the chakra chains. If Mei figured out that there was truth to the rumors and eliminated Yamato as a possibility, then Danzo certainly could.’

“Danzo-sama,” they muttered in unison, Aiko hastily taking the bent-kneed position that Sai modeled.

“You two leave on a mission tomorrow evening.” Danzo’s knees creaked when he moved to sit down, air escaping from his chair with a rush of sound. “Information has turned up a possible location for one of Orochimaru’s many abandoned bases in northwest Grass. I would expect that a tracker of your supposed ability should be able to find the truth of this matter. You will lead your senior agent in securing the premises, if there is anything to be found, and retrieving any sensitive information for my perusal, especially anything regarding experimentation. The time for this mission is short, in order to ensure that your absences are not noted, so you may waste no time. You have a day at most to search the area. The other pertinent details will be released to you tomorrow. I trust that there are no questions?”

They remained silent, though Aiko’s mind was racing.

‘That’s a two day trip. He has to have known that Tsunade put me on leave. The timeline he’s given us makes it incredibly risky. If anything at all goes wrong, then I would be late getting back in the village and someone would report me missing.’

Root could only operate in one of two ways. Either the agent took on extra orders in missions legitimately assigned outside of the village where no one was observing, or the agent’s actions were hidden from the Hokage’s scrutiny. By far, the easiest way to do that was for Danzo to train his own agents and keep them off Tsunade’s radar entirely, like Sai had been in the past. If she didn’t know the soldiers existed, she wouldn’t wonder where they were if she called them in for a mission and they weren’t around.

The other option was to work around the sometimes flexible assigned breaks that shinobi were allotted. Obviously that was risky.

‘Definitely Hiraishin,’ Aiko noted grimly. ‘He’s testing me without making it obvious. Danzo wants to see if I’m loyal enough to tell him about a resource that could make this mission easier of my own volition. That’s why Sai warned me.’

“Danzo-sama,” she started quietly. When he gestured her to continue, she swallowed. “A thought occurs. I believe I am capable of transporting the two of us back into the village safely to allow extra time to complete the mission.”

“And how would you do that, child?”

‘Keep it simple. Don’t talk more than you have to. There’s no way of knowing what else he knows. Don’t offer any more information.’

“Hiraishin.”

She couldn’t see his expression through her lashes, with her head bent as it was, but Danzo seemed to have a pleased air. “Excellent initiative, agent. In that case, spend as much time in the area as possible before returning to a secure location.”

He would have reacted differently had he actually been surprised. Thank the kami for Sai giving out hints. Danzo had been testing her loyalty. But that didn’t explain everything.

‘Why would he give me a mission with just Sai? Much less one where I’m at least nominally leading.’ That night, Aiko took a walk around the village, trying to clear her head. ‘It seems serendipitous for me, especially since Sai is emotionally compromised. Really, emotionally conditioning agents the way that Danzo did was stu-’

“Ow,” she hissed, holding a hand to her throbbing head.

Strange. That headache had turned up again suddenly. Her eyes burnt a bit, but a few moments of massaging her temples mitigated the pain. “I’ve been having a lot of headaches lately,” she muttered, lacing her fingers and giving a stretch upwards to unwind some of the tension in her shoulders that was probably contributing to her recent spout of migraines. There was something odd about it, but she couldn’t quite put her fingers on it. ‘It’s probably nothing. Stress, maybe.’

Disturbed, but not quite cognizant of why, Aiko ducked into the first bookstore she wandered by and picked through the shelves for something to work on in her spare time. She hadn’t been feeling creative enough to do any writing for a few weeks, but she felt the need to do something.

‘I used to read all the time,’ she mused, running her finger over a section label and poking inside book covers. ‘Back when I was in the Academy. I think I burnt through just about everything of interest in the public library.’

To be fair, ‘of interest’ meant something very different than the types of things she wrote nowadays. Despite writing things that she found frivolous but enjoyable, her reading tastes leant toward more serious subject matter. It was hard to want to write up academic theory in a world where it was not only coming from an incomprehensibly different state of mind, but also an unwanted opposition to ideological tradition. Entertainment was much easier.

“Oh, the new one is out,” Aiko realized, blinking at the bright cardboard display. “Jiraiya is a busy man… What does that make, like twenty books?” She picked up a copy and flipped through it to be sure she wanted to read this one, ignoring the salespeople and customers who gave her dirty looks.

With that book tucked under her arm, she eventually picked out one more text and made her way to the front counter. It didn’t exactly look thrilling, but the treatise with short histories on the interactions between shinobi villages other than Konoha would probably be good background information to have if she was going to have to work with others. It wouldn’t take her long to read, in any case.

That was one thing that had always baffled her about Kakashi, actually. He was a brilliant man, but he took a ridiculously long time to make it through his Icha Icha books. She might have thought that he just happened to be a slow reader, but he could pick through a mission brief in less than a minute if he was inspired to.

‘To be fair, he might be savoring the experience of books he actually enjoys,’ she hypothesized, tossing her academic book on her bedside table and beginning to read her frivolous book while she prepared dinner one-handed.

Aiko was definitely not that type of reader. She read everything at top speed, and retained a large proportion of it. It would be a lie to say that she had perfect recall, but it was good enough for government work.

That speed was the reason that she had torn through her new Icha Icha book and placed a bookmark in page seventeen of her more serious selection before she finally turned in for the night. Restlessly, she did her best not to think about her mission or what she’d just read in an attempt to get a decent amount of sleep for once. After what must have been half an hour, Aiko eventually resorted to staring up at the ceiling and trying to think sleepy thoughts.

It must have worked, because she managed to clock a full six hours of rest before her mind was too awake to let her rest any longer, even if her body felt like 125 pounds of dead weight. The sunlight streaming in tricked her into opening her bedroom window. She immediately winced and slammed it back shut, flicking the lock.

“Nope. It’s way too fucking cold for that.”

Thus forewarned, she dug out a warmer pair of form-fitting pants and an oversized blue standard issue sweater like Kakashi’s or Yamato’s to layer over a tank top and gloves for the day.

“And now I only have… four hours to waste until practice. Great.”

It was tempting to skip practice altogether. Team seven wasn’t her team, after all. It was strange and uncomfortable to act as though it was. But she had agreed to come when it fit in her schedule. Aiko rolled her eyes at herself in the mirror while she washed her face for being such a damn chump, but obligingly planned her day around a workout with team seven.

When left to her own devices, she preferred to do her conditioning the very first thing in the morning, with fruit and water as fuel. If she needed to do more intensive training for a certain skill set or something, she would usually do so in the afternoon so that her body had recuperated enough for her to push her limits again. Team seven under Kakashi’s direction didn’t follow her (entirely sensible, she thought) patterns at all.

They did pretty much whatever occurred whenever it occurred, depending on who showed up, in what order they showed up, and how much Kakashi felt like actually teaching.

“He’s kind of a hot mess as a teacher, actually,” she realized with the air of a long-overdue comprehension.

He was a nearly-unmatched captain, a stellar commanding officer, and an incredible shinobi, but a seriously iffy teacher at times. As she locked her door, Aiko cast a guilty glance at Yamato’s door, as if to make sure that her less than entirely approving thoughts wouldn’t be overheard by her largest contender for Kakashi’s fanclub. As far as she could tell, his apartment was empty.

‘Maybe he’s out of town, or not coming to team seven’s training today. If he were, he probably wouldn’t have left the apartment yet.’

It was unnecessary and a bit silly, but she found herself going to the grocery store and stocking up on ingredients for far more bento than she could eat. The kitchen at the house was larger, so she walked there and let herself in without blinking twice. It was still her house too, in a way. She’d paid for the damn place. Miso with tofu was bubbling on the stove before she pushed open Naruto’s door and woke him by tossing a couch pillow at his head.

“Wha-”

She was already turning out of the room. “Breakfast is ready.”

That mild pronouncement was enough to get Naruto scrambling out of bed. His thudding woke Karin and Hinata… who came out of the same bedroom. Aiko gave them a speculative look, but didn’t comment. It could mean nothing, and it wasn’t her job to tease in either case.

“Are you going to sit and eat?”

Aiko shook her head at Hinata. “No, I’m not hungry at all.” The rice was done soaking, so she drained it and refilled the water before transferring it to heat and checking on what would be her filling for riceballs. A look in the cupboard was enough to have her frown, however. “What happened to all the bento containers?”

Three guilty faces stared back at her from the kitchen table, soup dripping off of Karin’s spoon as she sat frozen.

‘Why am I surprised? I probably don’t want to know.’

Her pained expression and obvious bafflement eventually spurred one of them into action. “I’ll replace them,” Naruto offered, reaching for another serving. “I can run to the store in just a minute before you’re done with that.”

“Works for me. Do you know who all is going to be at practice today? I thought it might be nicer to sit and eat outside than go out for lunch.”

“Just you, me, Bastard, n’Kakashi-sensei,” Naruto counted off through a mouthful of bread, ignoring her curious expression.

“Really? I didn’t know that.”

Her younger brother shrugged. “Bastard begged Kakashi-sensei to show him some genjutsu, and now we’re all stuck having to learn some. ‘parently Yamato and the asshole don’t have to learn genjutsu.”

Aiko blinked. ‘Oh. That actually sounds like a really good thing to me.’ Naruto didn’t sound chuffed, however, so she let it be. He knew more genjutsu than she did. Jiraiya must have actually worked with him a fair bit on the subject. ‘I’m sure that my theory is up to scratch, but not casting. I only know the one genjutsu.’

That thought was a bit depressing, so she ignored it in favor of carefully sculpting a piece of honeydew melon into a kitty face for Sasuke’s bento (she wasn’t going to make a fucking slug). Naruto got a toad, and Kakashi got a dog. She had just started Hinata’s lunch when Naruto deposited a ridiculous excess of bento boxes on the kitchen counter and pranced off to go watch cartoons. Finishing Karin’s decoration left her with a long moment where she had to think on her own. She shouldn’t make another dog. It would be lame to make two identical lunches, but what other animal was like her…

She shrugged and turned hers into a crude butterfly.

‘This is the best part of making lunch.’ With a sneaky glance to be sure no one was watching, she scooped all the little shavings of melon that were left into her mouth. Yum.

Dessert thus handled, she piled a few cherry tomatoes in along with slices of sweet potato (stealing a few of those as well) before turning to make rice balls.

Naruto was her good natured pack-mule and tossed all the boxes into his knapsack before sprinting out the door. She cringed and tried her best not to think on the way the boxes were clattering together and the tentative connection her mind was trying to make to the fate of the other bento. Sometimes it was just best not to dwell on how unintentionally destructive Naruto could be.

The wait for Kakashi was as boring as ever, from her perspective. Naruto and Sasuke really only did have eyes for each other, even if they expressed that through name calling and wrestling. It was a bond she could live without in her life and wished them all the best luck with it. She’d braided, undone, and put her hair in twintails just for something to do with her hands before Kakashi finally showed up.

‘It’s hard to go back to waiting on him when I’ve had much more timely team experiences,’ she mused, giving him a mournful stare in an attempt to make him feel guilty for his rudeness. It might have worked—he broke eye contact—but there was really no way to know with that man.

“Who wants to try learning the Hell Viewing Genjutsu first, and who would prefer its opposite?”

Sasuke gave Kakashi an indignant scoff. “The opposite? If that’s a perverted joke, I’m going to hit you through that tree.” His knuckles cracked.

In unison, Kakashi and Aiko cringed slightly away from him. Brave, foolhardy Naruto, whose skull was apparently much more resistant to Tsunade-esque beatings, just leered at him. “Maybe you wouldn’t be such a tight-ass if you got laid, eh bastard?”

“As if you would know, Naruto,” Sasuke shot back, cheeks pink.

Kakashi rolled his eye. “Hell Viewing it is. Sasuke, try to take your eyes off your beloved and pay attention, would you? You’ll have plenty of time to stare longingly at Naruto while you cast this on him.” He paused, as if considering what he’d just said. “On second thought, you’ll be working with me. I don’t trust Naruto not to thoroughly traumatize you with something learned from Jiraiya, and I don’t feel like visiting him in the hospital.”

Naruto made a face at him for that one.

The handsigns for that first genjutsu were minimal, and Aiko had no trouble with them at all. The only difficulty came in visualizing what she wanted her victim to experience. Her best chance was to use her considerable knowledge of her target to poke at a secret fear he legitimately possessed, but she was having an oddly hard time coming up with ideas. It was possible to perform this jutsu and let the victim’s mind fill in the blanks, but that left a lot up to chance at her low level of experience imposing her will on others. Without a good idea, she eventually she had to settle for the brute-force solution.

But Naruto’s turn was first. She hit her knees in the dirt, feeling wretchedly sick the instant that his chakra crawled into contact with hers, but easily identified that what she was seeing was false.

That didn’t make her feel much better about breathing in the rotten stench of Naruto’s corpse, body mangled and torn open like a peeled grape for someone to get at the biju inside. Half a ghastly grin peered out at her through the place where his cheek had used to be.

“Kai!”

Her brother eyed her curiously, mercifully whole and sweet looking. “Does that mean I did it right?”

She had to stare at him for a moment, before she realized that he didn’t know what she’d seen. He wouldn’t have created that vision for her. That had come from her subconscious mind. Her real fears. “Yeah.” Aiko cleared her throat, trying to force down the nausea in her gut and focus. “My turn, then.” A deep breath, a moment with her eyes closed to concentrate, and she flicked through just two hand signs before pushing out an undulating wave of chakra, much more subtle and insidious than Naruto’s shockwave.

It still seemed to work. He looked vaguely ill, but grit his teeth in determination and brought his hands up into a cross. “Kai!” he bellowed, snapping out fifteen times the chakra he’d need to break her illusion.

Aiko had a moment to shake her head in faint amusement at his wasteful excess before the chakra pulse hit her and washed slowly through her body with an odd clinging sensat- She heaved, putting a hand to her head in a failed attempt to block out the ringing in her ears. Her vision had gone entirely white and she couldn’t feel her limbs, so it was a bit of a surprise to find that she was on her hands and knees, staring down at the grass while her brother knelt by her side.

“Aiko? Are you okay?”

His concern brought her back to the real world enough to swallow down bile and nod. “Y-yeah.”

No. She most certainly was not okay. She was not okay at all. No matter how over-powered, that genjutsu release shouldn’t have done a damn thing to her unless she was under a genjutsu. Her release earlier hadn’t caught whatever the hell that was, so she’d been under something seriously heavy utility. It had been meant as a long-term measure… and a successful one at that. Nausea and light-headedness were textbook symptoms of genjutsu backlash from overexposure to foreign chakra in the brain. Typically, the longer the casting, the worse the symptoms.

‘Danzo. That fucking asshole Danzo. He probably put me under the first time that I met with him,’ Aiko realized with dawning horror and rapidly escalating panic, her heartbeat thudding like a rabbit’s. ‘Oh my god, he’s been in my head. How much damage did he do to me?’

With sudden and unpleasant clarity, she catalogued clues that had not been allowed to register before now. Even after she’d coded her tongue seal in to her security, the seal meant to keep out foreign chakra constructs had pained her since she set them up. She had been approving of Danzo’s agenda—more so than she had been before. Now that her head was clear, it was hard to think about the man without remembering that she had decided she hated him for cavalierly abusing those in his care and profiting off their pain. And that she thought he was a bit of a moron, constantly shooting himself in his own foot because he couldn’t commit to a logical course of action without over-steering into crazy town.

‘I… I think that it was really me thinking that Konoha needed deniable black operations, though,’ she assured herself, licking her lips nervously. ‘I’m pretty sure.’

She looked up just in time to see that her fit had apparently brought over Kakashi as well. His eye met hers.

His serious expression sent her heart dropping to her stomach. ‘He’s thinking the same thing I am, minus the focus on what a gigantic douchebag Danzo is. He would recognize those symptoms just as well as I would. Better, even. He’s bound to have seen them in person before.’

It wasn’t a situation she could explain. She didn’t want him to worry.

So Aiko pulled a sheepish smile onto her face and accepted Naruto’s hand up. “Wow, that was thorough, otouto. Try to use a little less force next time, ne? I’m a little sensitive to chakra.”

It was true, in a way, and Kakashi had expressed that he didn’t have the knack for sensing arrays that she did. With any luck, he might think that she’d just had an unusual reaction to a dispelling.

Naruto pinked a little and pulled away his hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Yeah. Sorry.”

The tall man watching them cleared his throat. “Naruto, why don’t you work with Sasuke for a while? I don’t think that a large release will bother him as much.” Kakashi was still eying her uncertainly, unconvinced but wavering.

“Sounds good.”

As the teen trotted off with a glance over his shoulder at them, the two Jounin eyed each other. Aiko intentionally didn’t fidget, meeting his gaze seriously and letting him make of that what he would. There were two acceptable outcomes of this stare-off. Either he would be convinced he had been mistaken and drop the subject, or he would realize that his guess had been dead-on but that she could not or would not tell him for some reason, having to trust that she knew what she was doing.

“Aiko.” Kakashi averted his gaze to above her shoulder, stuffing his hands in his pockets in poorly hidden discomfort. “You know you can talk to me if anything is wrong, right?”

Since he’d looked away, he missed when she pressed her lips together to keep from frowning. Somehow, she’d hoped he would know that she had her problems under control. (Okay, so missing that she’d been under a genjutsu in the first place didn’t look good, she’d admit it. But now that she knew, she could do something about it.

“Of course,” her voice answered brightly, sounding so far from her thoughts that it didn’t really register as her own.

“Right.” He sighed, apparently having convinced himself that he’d imagined the whole thing and that she was merely sensitive to chakra, but having tentatively covered his bases just in case. “Well then. Are you ready to move on to the second technique? I already showed Sasuke.”

He must have directed his Heaven viewing technique, because her mind probably wouldn’t have come up with a rapturous vision of herself reclining on a beach surrounded by fluffy puppies and cabana boys who looked suspiciously like someone she knew. “Kai,” she intoned dryly, giving him a scathing look. “Any reason you think Sasuke should focus in my fantasies?”

Kakashi shrugged, scratching at his chin. “I hear he’s dreamy,” he confided seriously. The sarcasm was palpable.

She fought not to choke. ‘Okay, he’s definitely trying to cheer me up. In his own awkward-as-all-hell way.’

It was a battle she lost, eventually cracking out into a smile. “You’re terrible, Kakashi. My turn now.” Just to be a jerk, she quickly pulled up a rather raunchy fantasy that should both make his day and ruin it entirely.

If she was right, he wouldn’t have finished the new book yet, but he should be able to recognize the two protagonists if he’d even bought it. Aiko copied a few moments of actual dialogue from the beginning of the last chapter, since he would recognize it from the back of the book—and then went in a completely different direction with it. He was familiar enough with Icha Icha that he wouldn’t find her abrupt scene change odd, even if it did have a distinct ‘exit, pursued by a bear’ feeling for her. After the bandits would come the nudity, of course. ‘I wonder how far he’ll let it play out?’ It could be hard to tell. Genjutsu could play out at speeds that didn’t correlate to real time.

Perhaps it was inappropriate, but she didn’t think it would bother him too much. If he was the type to get miffed about things like that, he probably wouldn’t be able to read porn in front of small children. It wasn’t like this was any dirtier than the actual books.

Foolishly, he seemed to let the vision run its course when he recognized it, clearly letting curiosity override his good sense. Aiko knew it had gotten to the good part when he stiffened, and then almost immediately let out a sad, keening sound. He broke the genjutsu without a word or motion, and gave her a mournful look. “Did you really just ruin the end of the book for me? Aiko, how could you?”

Aiko wavered. It was hard to say no to that pitifully sad eye and the plaintive sniff that accompanied it, so she sighed. “I was going to let you think so, but no. That’s not what happens.”

Kakashi nodded slowly. She forcibly stilled her expression to avoid amusement, but he was probably wondering if she was telling the truth or if she was just teasing again and she really had ruined the book. He didn’t seem to know if he wanted to be happy or sad. After a moment, Kakashi shifted uncomfortably. “Right. I’ve, ah. Got to go.” Before she could blink, the debris caught in his shunshin was fluttering to the ground. Her Hiraishin tag informed her that he was speeding back to his apartment. She snickered. ‘Well, that’s one way for me to escape scrutiny. I’ll remember that solution.’ Very deliberately, she avoided wondering if he was going to go finish the book or work on another problem. That way lead madness.

‘Of course, that exchange also illustrated another possible aspect of whatever genjutsu Danzo had me under,’ she thought seriously, turning to walk home. ‘It didn’t just subtly alter my perceptions of him to be more positive. Naruto’s amateur attempt caught me much more easily than Kakashi’s much more refined genjutsu, and I had no problem coming up with a more creative solution even though I couldn’t think of one to save my life earlier. He was actually making my own genjutsu skills worse, even if it was just as a side-effect. I was more susceptible, and less creative.’

The theory seemed solid, but there wasn’t a way to verify it without asking someone who might know more about Sharingan-influenced genjutsu, who also wouldn’t find it the slightest bit odd that she was asking about such a thing.

The two obvious candidates, Kakashi and Sasuke, were out of the question. If she asked either one of them, Kakashi would have no trouble making a connection between her earlier symptoms and the odd question. He was reluctant to believe that she would lie to him, not an idiot. So she swallowed her curiosity.

“Aiko? Are you taking your lunch?” Naruto was frowning when she turned around, dirt smeared on his nose for some reason. “And Kakashi left already? I guess I’ll just have to eat his too.”

“Bento?” Sasuke made an unsubtle head movement in the direction of Naruto’s bag, the only obvious hiding place. She snorted, enjoying the silly tension. It was ridiculous to see two nearly grown men ready to get in a fist fight over some simple rice balls, but also a little calming. At least she could count on those two to be constant when everything else was changing.

“You can have mine, Sasuke.” She waved over her shoulder. “I’m not that hungry.”

‘At least I know now. That genjutsu took so much chakra to dispel that it must have taxed him terribly to cast. Danzo won’t check to see if I’m still under it as long as I don’t alter my behavior. Another genjutsu won’t hold now that I know what to look for, but he might do something worse next time. I can’t let on that anything is different. That’s not much of a solution. It does make it seem like I should hurry as much as I can.’

That could be a problem. Deep-cover infiltration was meant to last a long time by definition. Tsunade would probably be shocked to know that she had even made it into Root so early, much less that she had any useful information to report. She could probably get Danzo arrested right away by tattling on his implants, but there was no way to do that without having first plausibly encountered them. It was a last resort at best. In addition to that, she didn’t have nearly enough information on Root to have made this exercise worth Tsunade’s while. (And much more importantly, worth her time. It was too late to back out, so she was going to profit from this idiocy.)

As of right now, she could lead Tsunade to two different meeting rooms and the grand interconnecting tunnel system below Konoha through three different entrances, and report on two members’ identities. It was hardly information worth reporting five months early on her six month deadline, by anyone’s standards.

‘I’ll just have to find something worth writing home about, then.’

As a member of Konoha’s security forces, she really should report the passageway that Sai led her through that dodged the gates completely and let them out past city limits. She scowled at the pitch-black forest, but didn’t say a word. There were security forces around nearby, probably within a mile. It would be idiotic to linger when illegally outside bounds. Sai obediently fell behind her when she began to run. Aiko was the one with the map, after all.

‘And that’s another thing. I find it hard to believe that Danzo is so confident in his genjutsu that he would actually put me in charge of this mission, even if I am the tracker.’

Her lips twitched into a smile as she touched down on another tree and bounced forward, Sai a breath behind. ‘To be fair, it’s probably a combination of trust in his genjutsu, his seal, and Sai. He’s entirely wrong. But it does seem much more legitimate to trust three sources of assurance. If he had done a better job with human psychology, he would have Sai in his corner for certain.’

The only thing that could really assure loyalty was that it was freely and wholly given. A seal was a nice protective touch for an agent who really did want to keep their information safe, but an unwilling pawn could always find a way. People are far too intelligent to count on a whole group of them being unable to find a method of recourse.

Sai didn’t know it, of course, but his minor rebellions like trying to keep her from angering Danzo earlier that day could be the straw that broke the camel’s back. He might even want them to be. He transparently longed for human interaction and affection, emulating and learning from anyone who would give him the time of day. The boy was very intelligent, and had been traumatized by Danzo’s ham-handed methods of building children into soldiers. Now that he was essentially a full-grown man, he was questioning those teachings.

‘The first instant it seems viable, I’ll feel him out to see what he’s actually thinking. Sai would be a hell of an ally. Really, we’re not at such a different place in life.’

He was a good comrade. Sai might actually be miffed on her behalf to find out that Danzo had put her under a harmful genjutsu, now that she thought about it. If he didn’t mind the idea of Danzo punishing her, he would have let her walk into that meeting blind. She was clever, but she wouldn’t have thought to volunteer her Hiraishin without that hint.

They traveled throughout the night, doing their best to put distance between them and Konoha. Mission adrenaline kept her from feeling the effects of her long day for quite a while, but eventually she had a call a halt, blinking the sun out of her eyes and moving to cover a yawn before the cool touch of porcelain reminded her that she was still in her ANBU uniform.

Well. Mostly in her ANBU uniform. Sai had brought a completely unpainted mask for her, along with a rather striking chin-length black wig. She’d taken the hint. ANBU butterfly wasn’t on this mission, a Root operative was.

Still, the gear was close enough to her own to feel familiar.

“Two hour rest, and then we proceed.”

The sword on her back dug into her shoulder blade when she leaned against a tree, so she crossed her legs and folded forward to rest her forehead on her knees. Frankly, it was a terrible position, and she was bound to be painfully stiff if she stayed that way. But they couldn’t fall into a deep sleep on a short break when the point was to get the minimum amount of rest in order to allow them to go on until nightfall. Sai seemed to hesitate, his sandaled feet just barely in her vision for a moment before he gracefully sat next to her, just close enough to share body heat. She unfolded enough to twist and blink up at him before remembering –‘Oh yeah, the mask. I wish I could take it off.’

In lieu of offering him a reassuring smile as she might otherwise, Aiko sat up and leaned her shoulder against his arm, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She napped lightly in that position, ready to switch back into alertness if he so much as tensed. Sai didn’t move a muscle. Her eyes opened again of their own volition, and she had to tilt her face to check the position of the sun with the stupid mask blocking her peripheral vision.

“It’s been an hour and twenty minutes?”

Her voice was a bit raspy with sleep, but her comrade didn’t seem bothered. “Hai.”

Aiko let her head connect with the flora behind her. That meant there were forty minutes left. “You should take a nap, too. Need a pillow?”

A pale mask turned to view her, looking slightly down. “I’m afraid your shoulder is a bit low, Washboard.”

Her playful scowl was wasted on him. “Mean. Then lay down. I’ll wake you at the first sign of movement.” Perhaps it was because she was supposedly his commanding officer at the moment, but Sai took her at her word and twisted to drop his head between her knees when she straightened her legs.

She shivered involuntarily at the way his silky hair tickled her skin but held herself stiff and refused to look at him. She needed to focus on keeping watch.

‘Ow,’ Aiko grimaced, feeling tingles and prods of pain in the nerves of her legs. Said legs were completely numb by the time she gently curled her fingers around his shoulder to wake him up. It took a few pained seconds of stretching to wake her sleeping limbs enough to get to her feet, but after that she led them on another long push, this time crossing the border out of Fire Country into Grass. There was something creepy about being in a dead country.

Oh, there were people living there, to be sure. The Daimyo of Grass ruled over plenty of farmers, merchants, and samurai. But she couldn’t look around without remembering that it was now a dead zone for shinobi and shivering a little.

She must have been a civilian once, but that life had been so long ago that the idea of an entire country being wiped clean of shinobi structure was unnerving. A lot of the things that shinobi did were idiotic, but they were familiar idiocies.

They traveled in silence, and bedded under genjutsu cover when they finally made it to blissful nightfall, having crossed most of the country over the course of the day. It wasn’t a particularly comfortable camp with no fire, no fresh food to intersperse the bland protein rations, and only two people to share watch shifts. But Aiko savored every moment of the four hours that she clocked and thanked every kami that there was for having given her an opportunity to work with seals. It was hard to believe that other people really had to make the choice between carrying their heavy bedroll all day instead of other equipment and sleeping on the ground at night. Not for her, thanks.

‘Is it safe to get Mitsuo’s help looking for the entrance?’ Aiko pursed her lips in thought, inadvertently kissing her mask. ‘He would have no reason to know that this is covert work and therefore unusual, and I’m sure he doesn’t talk to Kakashi. He might talk to Pakkun, though, who definitely does talk to Kakashi. It’s unlikely, but if he heard about this Kakashi would know I wasn’t on a regular mission. He’d probably assume I was doing something sneaky for Tsunade, but it’s just best not to leave loose ends like that.

Regretfully, she dropped the fingers that had been curling into the first seal to summon her furry friend. She would just have to complete this mission the old-fashioned way.

‘But screw the old-fashioned way for everything else. I’m hiding a seal somewhere before I go. It’ll add to my map and mean I won’t have to make that awful run again on Danzo’s stupid sneaky schedule. It could be useful at some point to jump out of Konoha’s borders.’

The location that Danzo had specified was too large to search by foot, even in three days, so she unrolled the map and tried to think like a madman scientist. There were two settlements relatively close to the area she was meant to search. One was agricultural, and the other was much more likely to have medical supplies.

She ignored the areas close to the much larger town. That would be too obvious for a paranoid man like Orochimaru. Anyone looking for him would have searched out places that could supply the expensive materials for his habits. Even if he did find appeal in having a short trip to town for syringes, even a zealot would find much more frequent need for food than medical supplies. Food was much harder to import and much heavier. The rural area would also make it less likely that anyone would stumble on his business (and more likely that he could make them disappear without anyone knowing if they were so unlucky).

There was only one source of fresh water running through the area, though there were multiple lakes. A man like Orochimaru would be well-aware that running water was safer and more hygienic, so she paid most attention to those banks. He probably used the river for electricity—he would need a lot of power to maintain tanks and experiments like those she’d seen when Suigetsu lead them to a base.

The first day of searching was wasted entirely. The second day panned out, though they didn’t realize it at first. The base was disguised as a town. Well. Town was a bit of a stretch, really. A genjutsu still active after god knows how long depicted four dull-faced men and women working in a small field, nearby a smattering of small houses. It seemed utterly boring and nondescript, were it not for two things. Firstly, the hamlet was not on the map (not that it would have to be, recent and small as the development seemed). Much more important to her decision to investigate was the overwhelming tang of human chakra that hung in the air, and the fact that the place didn’t smell of humans at all even though they could be seen walking about and talking. No living being had been there in a long time.

“Creepy,” she deadpanned, waving a hand in front of a genjutsu woman who clearly didn’t register her presence.

#vapors #uzumaki aiko #electrasev5n #ninja daily #fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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sourrind · 1 year ago

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ocs as section 13? eyy similar hat, have had similar thoughts 🤝🤝🤝, though it’s more vincent n superion, probably adriel and/or reya as section 13 agents

would the ocs as section 13 include their shadiness/lowkey fucked up morals? maybe not necessarily for the ocs girlies that we know and love, but the wider organization of the ocs beyond the cats cradle covent?

regardless i am so 👀👀👀👀👀 over your au, kicking up the star trek hyperfix again and making me even more hyped for when school stuff dies down a bit and i can watch &/or rewatch star trek stuff

Okay, I have not really put any thought into the OCS / Section 13 thing. It just kind of seemed kind of a natural way to translate it with the OCS being a secret chapter of the Catholic Church that does all this very non-Church like this stuff. (This also goes along with the idea I had of Duretti being the typical "not-so-good" Admiral Star Trek is known for.

I guess the biggest thing is whether the OCS = Section 13 as a whole, or if just our group of OCS girlies happen to be in Section 13 or even some kind of separate cell of the organization.

With the ideas I had in mind, I guess it'd only make sense if the ship was operated as a normal ship like the Enterprise or Voyager and that only the Warrior Nun-specific characters would be part of Section 13. (all or some of them depending). That would allow fun stuff like the bar and Hans to be on the ship while also still enabling the dirty wetwork they would do.

I would definitely give them 100% on the shadiness, and fucked up morals depends on the character. They're all there to do in the dark what Starfleet's too afraid to do, so I wouldn't put it past most of them to do whatever they need to complete a mission (that is until Ava appears and throws a wrench into everyone's emotional stability).

I like that you brought up the Cat's Cradle because I have just been at a loss as to what use the name for. I was thinking maybe it's a term for endearment for the ship as opposed to its official name or maybe the name of Hans' bar. I'm almost settled on having it be a specific part of the Neutral Zone that the OCS tend to operate in, but who knows.

Sorry about probably not answering your question at all, but all of this rambling has definitely got my gears spinning about this AU, so that's definitely a plus.

Thanks for the ask! My inbox is always open!!

#warrior nun #sister beatrice #ava silva #wn star trek au #star trek #star trek tng #ds9 #deep space nine #my asks

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timekeepertwister · 2 years ago

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“Operation: Time Twister”

A Crossover Cookie Run AU by @derpytoad

Time Twister Support Division - Official Briefing and Orientation

🥖 [A long, slender Cookie enters the Orientation Room. She stares you down, clearly a gaze of disapproval. Not at you, but due to the abysmal performance of the Recruiting Department. She’ll chew those guys out later.]

Hello recruits. I am Baguette Cookie of the Time Registry Division within the Time Balance Department, and I will be one of your supervisors on a situation regarding one of our most infamous subjects in our records and how her recent actions in our timeline have forced us to take drastic measures. This emergency scramble ordered by the Director has put into effect what we are naming “Operation: Time Twister” to counteract these actions, and you have been chosen for various roles in ensuring the success of this operation as trainees with the TBD.

As such, you have been assigned to to the lead subdivision within the Support Operations Division tasked with this Operation. Welcome to the Time Twister Support Division.

As your initially-assigned Division Supervisors from other departments of the TBD, I, Croissant Cookie, and Coffee Candy Cookie- our newest addition to the TRD, I should add- will monitor your division’s work performance and aid in recordkeeping. We will also lead your division’s necessary responses to contingency scenarios in conjunction with the Disaster Response Division and Access Control Division as needed.

You will be responsible for offering support to our field agents when we begin dispatching them to various timelines in this operation, as well as ensuring that their actions- and yours- do not result in a paradox or other timeline incidents that would otherwise be classified as an emergency.

We will be open for inquiries and will oversee your progress as the TTSD, but more TBD Head Chairs will arrive to supervise, answer your questions, or otherwise help out as you complete your work. Inquiries specifically meant for the Director must be stated to her directly through the Director’s Phone in your Division Office.

☕️🍬 [A much shorter Cookie walks in, she seems nervous, but tries to seem fair]

Hi everyone, I’m Coffee Candy Cookie, and I look forward to working with you all! For a while I’ve been part of the Cookie Herald, getting the scoop on everything that happens. Since I left, I joined the Time Registry Division of the TBD and so far I’m still learning the job. Maybe this is my chance to branch out and learn more about the rest of the TBD and see them in action! Did I mention this is my first time ever being a supervisor to something else? I hope I get it right!

🥐 [A third Cookie enters the Orientation Room and waves with enthusiasm to you. To her, it’s another work day, and that’s another day of exhilaration and puzzling tasks to fulfill. Fun!]

Heya new recruits, welcome to the team! I’m Croissant Cookie, your third Division Supervisor, and I’m sure you have a lot of questions about this place and what’s going on, but let me tell you about another department you’ll be working with for the entirety of this operation which we call the Timeguard Keepers. The Timeguard Keepers are a special response group of Cookies from vastly different times where they chose to join various parts of the TBD in their own timelines where they normally wouldn’t join in this timeline. They might have similar names to this timeline’s Cookies, but they’re their own Cookies from their own times. They’ll be scouting out various time clusters, doing work in the field alongside our field agents, locals of selected time zones, and other temporally-displaced Cookies. They’ll be helping us out both directly and indirectly to ensure our objectives are met, and most importantly, to ensure the entire multiverse doesn’t collapse into one giant time pocket! None of them could make it to today’s orientation, but you’ll know when you meet them.

But now that all three of us have introduced ourselves as your starting supervisors, let’s go over the specifics of the job and review some prior case files as part of your Orientation. After that, we’ll break for lunch and go over your new office! Here’s what you can expect to see here:

A LOT of Cookies

Time Travel

New Costumes and occasionally other Art (sometimes on request, but it’s a give/take on whether your request is accepted)

Uncovering Mysteries Behind Canon Lore

Plenty of Mobile Game References

Canon Plot References (and spoilers!)

References to Real History (Historically-sensitive Content Warnings will be tagged and mentioned as necessary, with such content being hidden behind a break)

Lengthy Writing

Jumbled Timelines

Possible Brach-Outs to other Blogs

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AU Terminology

All of these terms will be frequently referenced in this AU and may also appear as tags for organizational convenience.

TBD General Records

Tags and terminology for organizing general posts about the main stories of this AU.

TBD Subject Record: The TBD’s record of a Cookie, object, or other subject of interest. These records are sometimes edited or modified either by the Director’s orders or from mistakes and other unauthorized biases of other archivists of the Time Registry Division. They are subject to further audits and editing at any moment, so reblog with caution. May feature personal art of the Subject if from another timeline besides the Primary Earthbread Timeline or classified as an O-type Subject (OC).

TBD Employee Record: The TBD’s record of an employee of the Time Balance Department. These records are strictly monitored and audited, and are subject to updates as more information becomes known for the duration of this Operation. May feature personal art of the Employee if they are a Timeguard Keeper or an OC.

Case: Major records detailing the ongoings of “Operation: Time Twister” consisting of multiple Files and Investigations. Usually details a large arc in the story. Once a Case is closed, a hiatus will follow to ensure the records remain in order. Cases can be reopened and examined further by specific request pending approval.

Case Record: Condensed post filled with links to Files and Investigations pertaining to the indicated Case. Essentially a Table of Contents for a specific Case.

Investigation: A major part of a Case consisting of multiple smaller Files.

Ongoing Investigation: An Investigation that runs simultaneously with the main story in the background.

File: Singular records detailing part of a larger Case undertaken by the TBD, the Timeguard Keepers, and their allies. Essentially story chapters.

Crossover Mission: Case Files that feature one or more characters or locations that do NOT originate from the Cookie Run series. These are a key component of this AU as one full of crossovers.

Flashback: Documented records of a Subject’s past prior to their present appearance on their Subject Record. Sometimes irrelevant to the Operation.

Timeline Inspection Record: Cases involving a past event in the Primary Earthbread Timeline that have either been tampered with or require further inspection to complete critical tasks. May denote deviations and divergences from the intended timeline. These are based on actual cutscenes, dialogue, and lore seen in CR games, so pertinent lore spoilers will be discussed. SPOILER WARNINGS WILL BE IN EFFECT AND TAGGED ACCORDINGLY ON A CASE-BY-CASE BASIS.

Earth History Record: Contextual records depicting the historical ongoings of a selected time on Earth. Exterior references will be provided. Historical content warnings may be issued depending on the subject.

TBD Operations Archive

Master posts containing more linked content for this AU. Under development.

Space-Time Atlas: Croissant Cookie’s record of other timelines and locations in the multiverse and a cipher to the TBD’s timeline organization code for this AU. Sometimes outsourced to an exterior party.

Operation Portfolio: A master Table of Contents for every Case we’ve covered that links to their associated Case Records. [Click here to access the Portfolio]

Subject Roster: The official list of every Subject and Employee we record and a cipher to the TBD’s subject designation code for this AU. Outsourced Subject Records will be noted. Subject availability for further ask-based inquiries will be noted.

Inquiry Master List: A changing list of characters in this AU indicating their current status for answering your questions through asks.

Direct Support Division Interactions

Tags regarding interactions between me- the AU’s creator- and you- the people browsing this AU- that affect the story.

Decryption: Subject Records may often get published with missing, incorrect, stamped, or otherwise withheld details and information. It is ultimately up to you to help us decrypt these areas, usually seen as boldface bracketed text [like this for example], although color, size, and other text alterations will vary.

Decrypted: Subject Records that have been decrypted to correct encrypted or unclear/incorrect details.

Division Office Response Polls: Polls will occasionally appear where you can vote on various scenarios involved with Case Files and possibly influence how the situation ends. Polls should receive about 10 votes to validate the results or they might be outsourced elsewhere for a decision.

Triangulation: Polls between Cases may appear where you can vote on what the next case is probably going to be about. Polls should receive at least 10 to 15 votes to validate the results or they might be outsourced elsewhere for a decision.

Support Intervention: Story portions that have been directly influenced by your inputs, as well as requests made through the ask box to influence the story.

Space-Time Memos

Tags regarding utilized timelines and regions. More in-depth information about them can be obtained in the Space-Time Atlas once made available.

Primary Earthbread Timeline: The timeline where the TBD holds its base of operations for “Operation: Time Twister” and where the major scope of the TBD and its staff are currently situated. Often dubbed by others as the “Canon” timeline that runs synonymously between differing temporal regions. Sometimes abbreviated as PET. May be followed with a denominator in the forms of letters like -O or -K to indicate specific folds (or for you, games) of the timeline, as well as specific regions of Earthbread or otherwise.

Side Asks

Tags for asks and RP-based reblog interactions that do not influence the story, but more of a “for fun” interaction.

Division Supervisor Phone: Asks directed at TBD Head Chairs and Division Supervisors. Includes the Cookie’s name and Department in separate tags.

Director’s Phone: Asks directly intended for Timekeeper Cookie, as well as roleplay interactions with other characters and blogs as her.

Division Subject Phone: Asks directed to listed Subject Cookies. Includes the Cookie’s name in a separate tag.

Timeguard Keeper Agent’s Phone: Asks directed to known Timeguard Keepers. Includes the Cookie’s canon name and alternate name in separate tags.

Clerk’s Desk: OOC asks directed at me as the AU/blog creator as well as other OOC updates and comments regarding this blog or something else. Also used for asks answered by my assistant and OC representatives.

Department Office Phone: Roleplay interactions with other characters and blogs. These can be Ask-Based or Reblog-Based. Followed by tags on the appropriate Cookies and Departments in which the interaction takes place.

Major Factions/Divisions

Terminology and tags indicating the presence of considerable factions present in this AU, as well as other departments of the TBD.

Time Twister Support Division: That’s you. The followers of this blog. This is how we will refer to you for in-character asks and interactions as the Operation’s lead subdivision of the Support Operations Division. Abbreviates to TTSD.

Timeguard Keepers: Specialist division comprised of Cookies from other timelines EXCEPT for the Primary Earthbread Timeline dispatched to aid in selected TBD objectives. They will look very similar to Cookies of the PET Timeline.

Time Registry Division: A department of the TBD that focuses on organizing and maintaining known timelines. A major logistical component of “Operation: Time Twister” as the main department that processes, develops, and publishes files and reports based on the Operation.

Technology Development Division: A major department of the TBD that specializes in creating and maintaining technology used by the TBD as a whole. Croissant Cookie is a prominent Cookie of this department.

Magichanics Division: A new (and original) subdivision of the TBD’s Technology Development Division. Focuses primarily on technology specifically developed with the prominent presence of magic.

Disaster Response Division: A department of the TBD that responds to conventional and interdimensional crises and disasters that could affect large numbers of individuals and/or endanger timelines.

Ravens of Lilywhite: A Guild of Cookies from a number of Time Sectors, including the Primary Earthbread Timeline, who have pledged to support our operation in recovering the fragments of the Blue Cheese Watch and White Lily Cookie’s Soulstones. Their base of operations is in a set of unlisted temporal coordinates known as the Lilywhite Space. Their sister blog is @lilywhite-space.

Cookies of Darkness: A group of Cookies that follow Dark Enchantress Cookie of the Primary Earthbread Timeline and beyond. Seeks to cover the world in darkness and establish a new world order. Recently planned to take their plans across timelines.

Collaborators of Darkness: Prominent individuals who have sided with Dark Enchantress Cookie from other organizations and temporal regions. Not always Cookies or from Earthbread. Should be taken seriously.

Temporal Renegades: A Neutral Chaos-aligned group of Cookies from numerous timelines with their own agenda. Led by Twizzly Gummy Cookie. May cause trouble when least expected, but could also provide as much assistance.

#cookie run #cookie run au #operation: time twister #croissant cookie #coffee candy cookie #baguette cookie #pinned post

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 8 months ago

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OK can I break this down real quick. I should preface all this by saying any comments I make about Xmen or Marvel are purely based on the movies. Any comments made about ATLA are based on the original animations. The rest are according to their source material.

Some of these seem like they’re beholden to some greater purpose that would then be thrust upon me should I choose to become one. Hence why I will not be choosing those. Bc I’m here for vibes only and what my alternative life path would be will be one of maximal power with minimal energy exerted.

So these are out

Jedi: gotta fight the dark side and I’m lazy. Also the training seems like ass to deal with.

Demigod: would be so down for it bc the power scaling is fun if it weren’t for all the imminent danger I would have to face until adulthood as well as the entitlement of the gods to disrupt my day to day with their quests

Double O Agent + TVA Agent: these are just jobs. These are careers. High stakes and high profile and high chance of death being the only possible ending. Like I could arguably get a desk job version of these but then I’d have a desk job. That would be dazzling new alternate life path?? Yikes.

Now the remainder are a state of being. The ones that you just “are”. But some are more appealing than others i.e. some gotta live in fear or hide their abilities or gotta do battle with prejudice in some way or you got caveats to your way of being.

So these are out:

Wizards: while they coexist quite harmoniously with the human world, one toe out of line and one muggle sighting and I’d get the magical fbi knocking me out and locking me in a dungeon somewhere in Siberia. Also I live in Australia and I don’t think we have a wizarding school so like. I’d have to send my kids to Japan or something just to learn magic which is just absurd. It’d give me an excuse to move to Japan but human Japan is very bureacratic and I hear the paper work is insane. Cant imagine what magic Japan would be like. So the alternative is home schooling. Now I’m a teacher so it’s entirely possibly but I also went mad in the pandemic having no separation between my work and my home spaces bc I was teaching online. And that was when I was still training to be a teacher. An actual teacher does so much more.

Mutant + Inhuman: don’t really know what an inhuman is but I figure they’ll experience the same business as mutants. Mutants through the entire xmen franchise are constantly battling with governmental groups trying to kill them for being mutant even when they’re heroes. There’s constant racial prejudice being thrown at them and I’m here for a little escapism yknow?

Vampire: first off the process to turn is painful as shit. Second off I gotta either drink people blood or animal blood and I don’t like the taste of blood. Third I’m really not about that immortal life. Just sounds exhausting. Fourth you get standard speed strength etc. but you gotta be ghostly pale and never be out in the sun in front of people again? I live in Australia and I’m from the Philippines. How does that work for me??? I’m not the most outdoorsy person in the world but I do like the occasional beach trip or holiday. Also the Volturi being on my ass if I happen to gain an extra power?? Nah.

Na’vi: super cool but right now they’re going through constant threat of extinction by humans. Maybe it’d be ok through peace times but like I said I want minimal energy exerted and in a Hunter gatherer society I would be exiled for not pulling my weight. And I am no good at cultivating crops. I have attempted the plant mom life and all my children withered to nothingness.

NOW. All that’s left are Asgardians and Benders.

Benders: while there is a chance I could be the Avatar, I’m operating under the assumption I’m not bc it just says Benders. So I’ll be a normal bender in a world where bending is perceived as completely normal. And fully integrated in life and the working of society. In ATLA it was true and even in LOK it was possible that I can fully fuck off to some remote corner of the world should I desire to do so and my bending enabled that decision. There was briefly an uprising against all bending in LOK but other than that, a regular bender seems to live a pretty chill life. So long as I don’t disrupt the spirit world or try to attack anyone out of hand, most bending is fair game and regardless of the type of bending, they’re all fairly diverse in terms of sub-bending types. So I have room for growth.

Asgardians: in their current displaced state in Norway they’re really just living regular lives like humans. They have heightened strength, long life, and are all trained from birth for battle but can choose not to follow that line in their life. Even on Asgard, there are Asgardians that just hang out. HOWEVER their kingdom structure and emphasis on battle readiness means that I may be called upon at any moment as an unattached no child no spouse individual to war if demanded by the current ruler of Asgard. And given Valkyrie’s propensity for heroism and noble attitude, I would be forcibly inspired to jump into action bc my King is a badass. So that defeats my whole point.

Thus. I choose bender.

#bender #fandom #manga #anime #Star Wars #avatar the last airbender #avatar #percy jackson #marvel #xmen #twilight

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seabass17 · 3 years ago

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All that’s left | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

A/n: This is my first time writing something based on a video I found on TikTok, it’s not exactly the same, but it is kinda the idea. I hope you like it and please let me know if you might want a part two. Also, I apologize if you find some errors, im doing my best since English is not my first language. Anyway, happy reading!!

All that’s left masterlist

Pt. 2

Warnings: angst, mentions of injuries (broken ribs, cuts, dislocated shoulder)

Word count: 2.5K

Summary: She still can’t get used to the feeling of being left behind by the people she once called family. After being hurt, she decides that she will give them a chance, and when they failed, she then makes the decision to disappear and start brand new. Of course, she leaves a letter that will left the team standing in the dark, and with more questions than answers about a lot of things, while discovering that she has more of one past that she let to know.

The sound of the rain hitting against the window of my living room was the only thing that could be heard in the silence of my apartment. I looked over my desk where the paper is waiting for me to pick up the pen and get this over with, but somehow, somewhere deep inside of me, a part is waiting, holding on to the smallest of hope that maybe, just maybe, he is going to come knocking to my door asking why the i haven’t showed up to the compound for the last three days, or why i didn’t text nor call the rest of the team. I wanted to see if they would notice my absence so I left the compound on Thursday. I got the answer to my question when Sunday arrived and my inbox was clear; no one noticed. Today is Tuesday, my apartment is thirteen minutes away, fifthteen if you literally fly or speed up, but still, no one came or text.

To be honest, I'm not surprised, that doesn’t mean it hurts less though. I know i should probably think this through instead of making the impulse decision of grabbing my things and get the hell out of here, going somewhere i can start fresh, somewhere i can start over and get a chance to get over all the things that happened, find people that actually cared for me, or maybe not finding anyone at all and die alone.

I stand up from my bed and go to my desk, it’s time to get this over with. I start writing the only thing that they get to keep.

“Dear Avengers, You’re probably wondering where I am, or you just don’t care, maybe you don’t even find this. If someone from the building finds this, keep it in case they ever come looking for me; thank you. So, this is it, this is my goodbye. You should consider yourselves lucky, given the fact that none of you even deserves a goodbye because you are the ones causing it. I could tell you the reason why I'm leaving, and you know what, I will tell you. I chose to trust you. The one thing I feared the most was trusting people, but when I joined the team, I thought ‘well, maybe i can trust them, they are my team’, guess what, I was wrong. You should really look out for your teammates Stark, oh, and by the way, you might want to look deeper into why the operation that saved those 30 civilians on may 20, didn’t go south, you might even discover its the very same reason of why i didn’t showed up in the compound for a week, yeah, they were busy torturing the information out of me for a week; information that, by the way, i didn't give, hence why the operation went great. Something even more funny, is that behind every mistake, every wrong that each one of you have ever done, I’m the one that suffered the consequences. Don’t believe me? Then you might want to do your homework, because dear teammates, I’m the one you couldn’t protect. By the time you find out the things you’ve done, I will be long gone. I'm very good at disappearing, Natasha (once she figures it out) can confirm that. I wish things would be different and we could be… family, but that’s never going to happen; not anymore. As of now, there will be no record of my name ever existing, everything that once belonged to me, will be burned, and as of me, well, I am no one.”

I fold the piece of paper and put it in the envelope, once sealed, I write down the word my name in the center so they know. I take a last look at my apartment. Everything is intact, the furniture that came with it is the same as always, the only thing different is that it seems empty without all my belongings. I grabbed my luggage and exited the apartment and then went downstairs.

“Hey Richard” I say to the man that is in the reception like I always do

“Hey miss, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I'm leaving, for good. If someone comes asking for me, my friends, you tell them that you haven’t seen me. Oh, I left a letter for them upstairs, could you please make sure that it gets to them? Only if the show up, do not sent it”

He looked at me a little sad and confused.

“Oh, well, you will me missed miss, I hope you find happiness and yes, i promised i will make sure they get your letter”

“Thank you Richard, for everything, oh, and this is for you” I handed him an envelope with some cash. He looked like he was about to say something about how he couldn’t accept it but I cut him off. “Please, just take it, please”. He sighs but takes the envelope.

“Thank you miss…”

I smiled at him and then turned around to grab a cab. I'm supposed to be in the airport in 30 minutes. Once in the airport, the only thing left is to start again, be someone brand new.

*3rd person POV*

Friday morning was a little colder than usual in the avengers compound, everyone on the team was up and in the kitchen having breakfast. Everything was normal, until someone noticed that someone was missing.

“Hey guys” Bucky said right before taking a bite of the pancakes Wanda made earlier for everyone. “Have any of you seen y/n?”

The team stayed quiet, realizing that they haven’t seen her for quite a while, not until Barnes brought it up.

“Uh… maybe she took a trip?” Steve broke the silence while the rest started thinking when was the last time they had seen her.

“No, she was here when we arrived from the Jersey mission, it must have been like what, two days, maybe three?” Tony said. Bucky could feel his insides burning and twisting.

“No… that was eight days ago” Vision intervened. The avengers felt like someone just blew up the white house. Her teammate was missing for eight days and no one even noticed. Bucky was the first one to react by getting up and running to her dorm, only to find it exactly the way it was when he last saw her. He searched her dorm looking for something out of place that could tell him that maybe you were in trouble and that he has to come save you, but he is left desperate when he doesn’t find anything.

“She’s not here, everything is intact” He informs once he is back in the kitchen.

“Everyone” Steve calls out, “get dressed, we’re going to look for her. Let’s start in her apartment”

The team leaves to change their clothes and next thing they know, they are in her building. Without saying a word to the receptionist, they all made their way up to her apartment.

“Hey! wait-” he goes unnoticed because the avengers are already on her door. Wanda knocks on the door.

“Y/n? You there?” no one responds. “Y/n come on, don’t be mad at us” Natasha says.

After a few seconds they all start to worry when the door is unlocked, and they worry even more once they see the apartment completely empty.

“What the-” Bucky says

“Where are her things?” Wanda asks to no one especifically

“Where is she?” Thor says

“What the hell is going on?” Tony says a little louder

Bucky storms out of the empty apartment and goes to the man in the reception

“What the hell happened to apartment 108, where is y/n y/l/n?” he asks with worry and anxiety in his voice.

“I’m sorry, but, who are you?” the man asks the rather intimidating group of people in front of him.

“We’re the Avengers man” Peter says and the man suddenly realizes and his face changes from a confused one, to a sad one that makes the team’s stomach drop.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t…” he sighs, “She left me indicated to give this to you” he hands them an envelope that looks like it's been sitting there for a while. Bucky stares at the envelope like it's some kind of nuclear weapon that if you touch it, it could kill you. Wanda notices, grabs the envelope and stares at the paper in her hands.

“When did she leave this?” She asked

“Three days ago”

“And why didn’t you send it to us?” Tony asked, getting angry at the poor man.

“Because she specifically said to handed it to you, if you ever came looking for her”

Bucky could feel the tears in his eyes start to form.

“She said that? `Ever’?” Bucky asked almost to himself. The man slowly nodded. Natasha could feel how her stomach started burning from the guilt and the pain of not noticing that her friend was missing for eight days, little does she know that the entire team felt exactly the same.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y pull the records on the mission on may 20 and also show me the status of y/n on that time” Tony said to the AI and after a few seconds later, pictures of the building that that was about to be blown out by HYDRA with 30 civilians inside showed up. While the avengers were sitting in the conference room looking at the pictures, the AI started talking.

“Mission of may 20. Information was given that HYDRA kept 30 civilians inside the building with the intention of blowing it up with them inside. Source of the information unknown. The Avengers came to the building and successfully rescued the civilians safely moments before the building was blown up. Agent y/n y/l/n was on an undercover mission on a HYDRA facility at the same time, the communication was lost three days before the civilians situation, and around the same time, the information about the building was given anonymously the very same day that communication with Agent y/l/n was lost; Agent y/l/n returned a week later. Medical record found, access denied”

“Override, Tony Stark” Tony said after a good couple of seconds, the pieces starting to fall in place.

“Access complete. Medical records of Agent y/l/n on may 27th. Access restrained: Agent y/l/n. She presented with several cuts all over her body, three broken ribs, a second grade concussion, a sprained ankle and a dislocated shoulder. Patient refused treatment and was only given medication for the pain”

The seconds were passing and no one in the room would break the silence. The pieces were starting to fall in place, Tony felt nauseous. He yelled at her for being irresponsible for staying a little longer than she should have in the undercover mission, given the fact that she checked in on june 10th, meaning that she waited two weeks for her injuries to heal enough so that he could yell at her for not being good enough. He fell down to his chair, feeling like if he stayed up, he might throw up.

“She was the one that gave us the information about the building” Sam broke the silence. “She was the one that got tortured, and still managed to pass through the data so that we, could be the heroes while she was the one that got beaten up”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, where is she?” Natasha asked the AI, and it responded after a few seconds.

“No information found”

Natasha frowned, Bucky looked up to the screen to see the red sentence. It only made him want to scream more.

“What does ‘no information found’ mean?” Bucky asked on the edge of falling apart.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Steve called

“No information available” it said this time.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y, look for y/n y/l/n” Tony said, thinking maybe he needed to check what was wrong with the AI.

“No records found for y/n y/l/n”

“Detail,” Stark said.

The AI showed what it said before, there was no record of her name, it was like it never existed. No phone number, no mail address, no nothing, just a little picture of an abandoned building or mansion somewhere in the world.

“Wait” Natasha said, “I know that building, F.R.I.D.A.Y, do a close up on that picture”

“What is it?” Wanda asked

“It was where The Red Room used to operate” tha AI responded

“Why does it appear related to her?” Bucky asked, fearing the answer

“The picture was taken when a girl escaped The Red Room in 2002, she eliminated four people on the way, the age or who it was is still unknown” the AI responded.

“Oh god…” Natasha whispered but Bucky manage it to hear it

“Natasha, what is it?” he asked

“2002, that’s three years after i managed to escape, there was a girl, we were some sort of friends, i promised that i was going to get us out of here, but i couldn’t take her with me so i left her. Two years later I contacted someone on the inside so that I could get to her and plan her escape, but she was angry at me and said that she was fine, a year later she did escape, killing four people on her way” Natasha explained. Everything makes sense now, why she looked familiar, why she had exactly the same skills as Natasha. The team noticed it too, but they assumed it was because she had trained very hard to be an avenger.

“What was her name?” Vision asked.

“Eliza” Natasha said

“Wait a minute…” Bucky said, lifting her head looking at Natasha. “Was that her real name?”

“No, she didn’t wanted to say her real one” Natasha said

“Eliza, that’s y/n’s grandmother’s name” Bucky said and the room fell into a silence where you could hear the wind outside.

“In the letter…” Steve started, “She said that you could confirm that she was good at disappearing completely once you figured it out, so, does this mean that…”

“Y/n is Eliza” Natasha concluded

“She was in The Red Room” Bucky added.

“She said in her letter that all of us did her wrong,” Sam said, “how are we supposed to know what the hell we do to her? She’s been in the team for what, two and a half years? And just now we realized that she was the one that gave us the data that saved 30 people and got her tortured, and that she was trained in The Red Room like Black Widow here. What else are we missing?” he added.

“Guess there’s only one thing we can do” Steve said, looking at Tony.

“And what’s that?” Wanda asked

“We find her”

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