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[hazgoldenstyles]

One thing I dont like is when I subscribe to someones patreon, and they charging me 5 dollars, (which is completely fine btw) but giving me bout 1 maybe 2 pieces of writings. So its like im paying 5 dollars for only 2 things THEN gotta turn around and pay another 5 because you took forever to post the next writings. Which is weird.

So if you know that your not gonna have a certain piece out by a certain period or something has come up, then make sure to let people know because it doesnt create a good image for your platform.

And I’m not complaining about the price at all because I’m not obligated to pay for anything and you’re certainly not obligated to please anyone by lowering or heightening your prices. But at the end of the day make it make sense.

I be wanting to support, thats why I be subscribing to you guys’s patreon. But don’t make one just to get the money and not deliver what people paid for.

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[stuckwith-harry]

harrytags

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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Magic Fingers

(gif credit to @pajamasecrets​)

Request: could i request whiskey giving a full body massage ?? with oils and he gets turned on and starts finger fucking you.

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x Fem!Reader (no y/n)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: SMUT, vaginal fingering, squirting, dom!Jack if you squint, is that it?

Word Count: 1,532 (oops)

Author’s Note: So I asked for request earlier and boy did you guys delivered seriously. I got this one and HAD to do it cause duh. I probably could have gotten more detailed with it but I just ran with it. I will get to everybody’s request I promise but I am back at work so just be patient pretty please. Keep them coming too I don’t mind at all! Thanks anon for real for this request cause this was fun and well it’s Jack so.

ao3 link for story

  It had been an incredibly long day straight from hell. Working retail and answering to every single person’s greatest wishes constantly wore you out, especially since it was the middle of a holiday and people were asking the impossible of you. It was like being in ten places at once, at all times. You were exhausted. Your entire body dripped in pain, your feet being the worst. You would be surprised if you would even be able to pull your shoes off without crying. You pulled yourself across the threshold of your home and let out a sigh at the feeling of finally being home. You leaned against the door after shutting it, your head leaning back on it and your eyes closing. You just took a few seconds before you had to move again. You then realized how quiet it was. Your opened one eye and scanned the large living room along with the connected dinning room and kitchen. No sight of him anywhere. Your brows furrowed in wonder of where your boyfriend was hiding. You knew he had to be home with his Bronco sitting out in the driveway but where in the world was he? 

  “Jack?” You let your voice carry across the house.

  “Oh up here darlin’!” You heard him call from upstairs and you cocked your head at why he didn’t greet you at the door.

  You removed your jacket and sat your purse down on the table before beginning your slow journey up the never ending stairs. You finally reached the top and saw a soft glow coming from your shared bedroom. When you turned the corner and stepped in the doorway you couldn’t help but to let a smile spread across your face.

  “Jack what in the world is this?” You let out a chuckle.

  He stood there in nothing but some sweatpants next to a massage table. You had called him crazy when he bought it, but now it looked so inviting. There were scattered lit candles throughout the room to set the mood along with soft calming music.

  “When you called me at lunch I could hear the stress in your voice so I thought I would give you a little massage. You have been working so damn hard angel,” Jack had stepped to you and began to remove your clothes for you.

  “Jack you are so amazing but you know you don’t have to do this right?”

  “I know but I want to. Now come on,” Jack had skillfully helped you remove all your clothes before pulling you to the table and helping you up on it before instructing you to lay on your stomach. He moved all your hair to one side of your face and moved your head to one side so you could still see him. You gave him a small smile before he pumped some oils across your back and then in his hands.

  “Relax now darlin’ and let Jack take care of you.”

  You gave him a giggle before nodding and shutting your eyes. Jack set to work, his hands running all along the muscles of your back. You couldn’t stop the moans and whines that seemed to escape your lips when he would hit just the right spot or a spot that was tender. Jack moved down over your legs and to your feet. The second his fingers started to dig into the bottom of your feet you let out another moan as if the man was buried deep inside you. He treated every single spot of your body with great care, melting away the days stress little by little.

  “Alright darlin’ now flip over for me.”

  You did what he asked and flipped to your back and relaxing back into the table. Jack didn’t touch your for a few seconds and you couldn’t help but to look up at him. He stood letting his eyes trail over you and you smirked before closing your eyes again never letting him see that you caught him. Jack soon set back on his task at hand massage at your neck, a little around your face and down your arms. He let his fingers rub across your hands and even your fingers. Then his hands made their way to your chest. He didn’t even hesitate to massage each breast just like the rest of your body and you bit your lip to keep from moaning too much. He paid them special attention before moving down your stomach and he softly spread your legs open. His hands started to massage your thighs, creeping incredibly close to where you so desperately wanted him. You slowly opened your eyes and caught his on your face. 

  “Jack.”

  “Yes angel?” He smirked knowing exactly what was about to be spoken.

  “Pleas touch me,” you whined the words out.

  Jack bent down and gently kissed your lips before letting his eyes lock with yours. He let his fingers slip in between the lips of your pussy letting them brush across your clit before moving down to your entrance. He gathered the dripping wet mess before going back to your clit and making slow, agonizing circles on it.

  “So wet for me angel. Does getting a massage turn you on?”

  “From you yes,” you let out a breathy answer.

  You let out a small moan never letting your eyes slip from his. He spent a few more moment on your clit before moving back your entrance and slipping one finger in. You let a gasp as he moved it in and out so slowly you thought you might lose it. He gave you a few pumps before adding a second finger and you couldn’t keep the moans in anymore. Your eyes fluttered closed and Whiskey set a steady pace at fingering you. He let his other hand come up and grab at one of your breast and squeeze it before massaging it and pulling at your nipple. He sped up his fingering causing you to let out a loud moan and your eyes to open and look at him once again. You mouth was agape and you were a mess in his hands. 

  “That feel good angel?” 

  You couldn’t even answer him only nodding your head eagerly. Tears danced at the edge of your eyes at the pleasure. You could feel your orgasm crawling it’s way out quickly. It hit you like a bolt of lighting and your back arched off the table. You grabbed at the edges and let out a loud moan almost screaming out Jack’s name as your gushed around him. Your juices soaked the table under you and Jack’s fingers as he kept going never letting up.

  “That’s it angel, cum for me. Squirt around my fingers,” he growled as he kept going working your through your orgasm. 

  You collapsed onto the table, panting for air as he finally pulled from you slowly. He had pulled everything he could out of you and you would have been fine sleeping right where you were.

  “Let’s get you cleaned up now darlin’. I promise we won’t take long,” Jack chuckled at the sleep eyes and the pouty face you gave him when he picked you up and carried you into the bathroom.

  “Jaaack I was comfy.”

  “Listen I’m sorry angel but my girl has to be properly taken care of,” he chuckled.

  He sat you down in the bathroom before turning the shower on for you and grabbed you a towel.

  “Are you not going to join me?” You pouted up at him.

  “I gotta clean up in there first and then I will be right in,” he kissed your forehead.

  You stepped under the warm water letting it further relax you, if that was even possible. You took your slow time waiting for Jack to step in behind you and he soon did. You smiled up at him before standing on your tip toes to give him a deep kiss.

  “Thank you so much Jack. I really needed that,” you spoke after your pulled away.

  He grabbed a washcloth, lathering it up with soap before starting to wash your body gently for you.

  “Well I knew I had to do something to relax you. I could hear it in your voice today and it was killing me not to just go up there and give everyone in your store a piece of my mind for stressing you out,” he gave you his wide smile.

  You returned it before you both finished cleaning the other. You dried each other off after finishing and returning to the bedroom and finally you laid down in bed. You let out a sigh of content when Jack pulled you to him and pulled the covers over the two of you.

  “I don’t know how I got so damn lucky with you Jack but I don’t know what I would do without you.”

  “Angel it is completely the other way around. I damn sure know what I would do without you.”

  “Oh and what’s that?” You looked up at his with a an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing across your lips.

  “Crash and burn angel. Crash and burn.”

Tagged: @jimmythegirl​ @harrytags​ @arcadianempress​ @discogrrl​ @immundusspiritu​ @someplace-darker​ @beskars​ @talesfromtheguild​ @thisis-theway​ @ohpedromypedro​ @scribbledghost​ @on-the-razor-crest​ @fioccodineveautunnale​

#jack daniels #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels fic #jack daniels smut #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey fic #agent whiskey smut #oops I love this too much #seriously anon you the real mvp #fem!reader

[writer-rochelle]

Statesman:Ablaze Ch.1: Rules

(a/n: i’m not sure what happened to my original post, so here it is again. i’m having to use my phone’s hotspot and it’s not the most reliable thing so i apologize for all the mixups) ft ocs by: @sunshinepascal @harrytags @pomelloe-me & myself

“Huh, what’d you say?” 

“Have you seriously not heard a word I just said, Pomegranate?” Alicia King said, sighing. Stakeouts were the worst, and usually being paired up with her good friend Pom Graham, they could be a lot of fun. But it seemed that the young southern woman’s mind wasn’t in the mint green bug they had been in for the past 5 hours. 

“I said I haven’t heard you talk about Whiskey lately...everything okay with y’all?” Alicia asked her friend. Pom had until very recently jabbered on and on about the older Agent Whiskey taking her under his wing. It wasn’t often that the veteran agents took much interest in the new recruits, but Pom was a family friend and as he affectionately called her, “his little pomegranate”.

“No, the stupid cunt has been too fuckin’ busy doing shit in New York to reply to my messages,” Pom said, scrolling through her phone. She didn’t want to admit the sense of abandonment she was starting to feel. She was 24 years old, for fuck's sake, not 4.  She was usually one to share anything that was bothering her, and she knew Alicia would understand, but this was something that she wanted to keep reserved. Maybe she was just overthinking.

“Absinthe! Come in Agent Absinthe!”

Alicia reached up and lightly placed a finger on the left leg of her green aviators. Instantly she could see into the Statesman meeting room. A quick glance showed that Champagne was seated at the head of the table, and from where she (or rather her hologram) sat she could tell she was at the opposite end. Next to him was Agent Cognac and across from her was Agent Whiskey’s hologram. It still never ceased to amaze her how incredibly talented Ginger Ale was. Every weapon, every piece of equipment, hell even every fiber of clothing the agents were given all had Ginger's magic touch. 

“Is Agent Rum still there with you?” Champagne asked, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with the cloth square in the front pocket of his jacket, before placing them back onto his face. He gestured towards Ginger, who walked forward from where she had been standing off to the side with her clipboard. As soon as the other Agent was present they could continue their debrief. 

“The old man is asking for you” Alicia laughed, nudging Pom who had once again turned her attention to the view out her window. Pom rolled her eyes, pushing her tortoise framed glasses onto the bridge of her nose. 

“You rang?” she said, making her voice deep and gravelly like Lurch, the Franken-butler from the Addams Family. The girls erupted into a fit of giggles, as Champagne shook his head in disappointment.

 “She gets that tomfoolery from watching you!” He said, pointing an accusatory finger at Agent Whiskey’s hologram, the man in question shrugging with a smirk on his face. Champagne turned his attention back to the girls. 

“  When y’all are finished, I’d like to carry on with this debrief  .” Alicia silently shook with the aftermath of the giggle fit she and Pom had pitched themselves into, but quickly grew serious. If Agent Whiskey was on the call it had to be of grave importance.

“Well I’ve got some good news, and some bad news,” Champagne said, regarding the two holograms at the end of the table. Agent Cognac shifted in her seat next to her boss and grandfather, she was familiar with the temperament of her two friends and braced herself for the fit they were about to throw.      

“Well, the good news is we found out where those rascals are keeping the Senator's daughter hostage. The bad news is that it's not in that warehouse y’all have been staking out all evenin’.” He pulled a fat cigar out of his jacket pocket, passing it under his nose, sucking the smell of it into his nostrils.  

“What the fuck, Champ?!!! You could have told us sooner!!” Pom shouted, she was seething. The color of her face turned red from anger. Not only had she already missed the weekly update of the Mandalorian on Disney+, but she had been stuck in a cramped car with a mix of Alicia’s perfume, her own deodorant, and the leftover stench of the KFC they had eaten. She was on the verge of a headache, and more importantly on the verge of beating the old man with her bat. 

“I told you she was gonna be pissed.” Whiskey muttered. Champ glared at his hologram before continuing his spiel.  

“As I was sayin’, Tequila was wrong; it turns out she's being held in the basement of her own house. Ginger Ale, if you’ll please?” Champ said, watching as the resident tech wiz pulled up security footage on a screen on the wall of the conference room. The Agents watched as Molly Dubois was dragged out of her house and shoved into an unmarked car, only to be returned hours later (still bound with her head in a sack) back to the mansion. 

“As it turns out, with the elections coming up soon, the Senator is looking to boost his image with the voters to ensure he’s re-elected. We were able to intercept some phone calls, I’ll be sending you all the audio recordings to listen to on your own time.” Ginger said, tapping around on her clipboard. Alicia looked over at Pom, the two agents seemingly on the same brain wave. They both knew that Senator Xavier Dubois was a ruthless, greasy, piece of crap. He would do anything to keep the state of Kentucky under his control. 

“What do you need us to do, Champ?” Alicia said, revving her green bug to life and buckling her seat belt. No need for discretion when it wasn’t the right location. “Pom, I know your ass is not wearing a seatbelt, bitch,” Alicia said quietly, stepping on the brake, cackling when Pom lurched forward in her seat colliding with the dashboard. 

“AAARGH! Fuck you!! You didn’t have to fucking brake check me!” Pom yelled, hitting Alicia’s arm before buckling her seatbelt and crossing her arms over her chest.  

“Alright kids, that’s enough! Y’all should know better than to be acting a fool and havin' an attitude during debriefs and y’all are just goofing off, actin’ like y’all ain’t got no good sense.” Champagne said harshly, watching as their holograms faded out. “Whiskey, I want you flying out to HQ asap!” 

“Sure thing boss, I’m on my way.” Whiskey said, winking at Agent Cognac before his hologram also faded out. 

Other agents sitting at the table began to remove their glasses, mirroring the actions of Whiskey, their respective holograms also disappearing. Champ and Agent Cognac were the only ones remaining in the room. Ginger, having slipped out quietly to return to her lab. Cognac turned, realizing her grandpa was staring at her closely. She blushed as she slipped her glasses into the pocket of her jacket.

“What?” She said, sheepishly pouring herself a glass of water. Champagne glared knowingly at her, putting an end to any other words about to come out of her cherry-red lips. After the tragic death of her parents (both statesman alum), he made it a point to take her in and continue to raise her as his own. He'd be damned if he let his granddaughter fall off onto the wrong side of the law. 

“Don’t think you can pull the wool over my eyes, young lady. I may be old, but I haven’t lost my sight yet!” The elder agent said with great discipline, shaking his finger at her like she was five again. He rose from his seat, moving to stand in front of the window with his hands clasped behind his back. 

“Why are you doing this to me, Carey? You know the rules! No-“

“No fraternizing with fellow Agents! I know, Grandpa,” she said, moving to stand next to him. She felt guilty; Champ had put his neck out for her countless times, hell, he was the sole reason she was still alive. The same people who had killed her parents were set out to kill her too. If he hadn't stepped in when he had….the thought of it made her shudder. 

“First of all, don’t interrupt your old man, Carey Ann. Secondly, if you know you shouldn’t, why do it?! Whiskey is a highly skilled agent; but when he’s off the clock? Jack Daniels is not the kind of man I’d want dating my granddaughter.” Champagne said. Carey sighed, knowing that he was only looking out for her. But if he knew the true extent of the relationship she had with Whiskey, he would grow even more furious.  

“It’s nothing, I promise! I just assist him with things around the New York offices from time to time...” She said innocently, turning to grab her jacket and head for the door.

“Well those ‘things’,” Champagne made air quotes around the words ‘things’, following the young woman with his cold gaze, “Those things better not be in his pants, missy! I’ll tan both of your hides; I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re 30 years old, damn it!” His words falling on deaf ears, his granddaughter having already disappeared out the door. He sighed in defeat. Wrangling these kids was starting to get harder and harder. 

“Lord help me.”

a/n: i’m real upset, i have no clue what happened to the original post. I apologize for the mess. Thanks for reading <3 roach

Statesman: Ablaze is a multi-part fic that is a collaboration between myself and the ladies tagged. After throwing our ideas around late one night, this baby was born. We are very excited to share this with y’all, and hope you like reading it as much as @pomelloe-me and I do writing it. 

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x oc #agent tequila x reader #agent tequila x oc #agent whiskey fic #oc fic #jack daniels #pedro pascal characters #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #kingsman golden circle #Statesman:Ablaze #statesman

[disasterexe]

This is the magical street where I stayed (Harrytage's house in #hongikuniversity station). I had a 7 Eleven nearby where I bought groceries. #seoul #southkorea #airbnb #travel #traveling #vacation #visiting #instatravel #instago #instagood #trip #holiday #photooftheday #fun #travelling #tourism #tourist #instapassport #instatraveling #mytravelgram #travelgram #travelingram #igtravel (at Seoul, South Korea)

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[wintery98]

PURPLE

is not made up, Shut up Harry

#harrytag

[hazgoldenstyles]

SNEAK PEAK TO MY UPCOMING ONE SHOT ! It will be dropping soon so be ready lovelies😊

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[stuckwith-harry]

#disaster boys

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[agentwhiskeysdarlin]

Embrace

Request from anon above

Pairing: Din Djarin (Mando) x Gender Neutral!Reader

Rating: PG-13 (just cause curse words)

Warnings: some baby curse words, fluffy fluff, not edited

Word Count: 1,320 (another one I didn’t mean to get out of hand)

Authors Notes: Another first for me is writing for the main man Mando aka Din. This was a tough one I won’t lie. Took me a second to get it going but when it did it took off and I ended up actually liking it. I hope you enjoy anon and I hope everyone else does as well! 

ao3 link for story

  The greenery of the planet you had been sitting still on for a week now was starting to look less beautiful to you. You were tired in way more ways than one, the lack of sleep fueling your annoyance and more your worry. He had been gone for a full week, hunting a bounty that was suppose to be easy. You glanced out of the hanger door for the millionth time just today and it was only noon. You paced, your already bitten nails finding their way in your mouth anyway trying to find anything at all to take your mind of the missing Mandalorian. The kid was still fast asleep thankfully so for once you could plainly show your worry to the walls of the Razor Crest. 

  Mando had asked you to join him after you got wrapped up in trying to help him with a bounty and showed your cards. You were skilled in several weapons, you knew the Crest inside and out, and you were also really good with the kid which surprised even yourself. You were incredibly use to him going missing for several days to hunt a bounty but so far this had been the longest he had been gone. You had done everything you knew to do. You had cleaned every last inch of the ship and fixed problems you came across as you went. You had even did a big no no and wondered around the planet with the kid very carefully until you realized it was mostly vegetation and a rather long walk to town. 

  You were letting your mind wonder to the darkest edges getting wrapped up in what possibly could have happened to Mando when the sound of heavy footprints walking up the hanger pulled you back to reality. Your head snapped up seeing the beskar clad Mandalorian making his way to you a very dead bounty in tow. You watched as he grunted and threw the bounty in the carbonite and letting it freeze its already still form over. The two of you stood there for a moment and even though you couldn’t see his eyes you could feel his stare. You took off in a quick walk taking the few steps it took and wrapped yourself around the cool armor of a man. You heard a puff of air come from him through the helmet and a pause of hesitation from him before his arms wrapped around you to pulling you as close as he possibly could. 

  You wanted to cry in that moment but you would save those tears for bed where he couldn’t see you shed your weakness. It was no secret how you felt about Mando but you knew things would get no where fast if at all because of the Creed and the way of life he had lived for so long. His hand rubbed at the back and neither of you spoke for a long while just embracing each other.

  “I feel like this has been an unnecessarily long hug,” his voice came out low through the modulator.

  “No it’s not at all actually. You were gone for a whole damn week on an easy bounty so you better be glad we don’t stand here for that long,” you scolded pulling away enough to look up and into his visor.

  “He was a hard one to find. This damn planet plays with your mind a lot and then he wanted to put up a fight,” he let out a chuckle explaining himself.

  “I’m just glad you are okay. I…I was really worried,” your voice softened as you finally pulled away and looked down at your poor fingers.

  You could feel his stare on you again and you fidgeted uncomfortably under it. He took your hands in his gloved ones and rubbed his fingers gently over yours.

  “I was worried and after cleaning the entire ship and fixing everything that was broke on it. Hell I even took shit apart to put it back together it was all I had left to do,” you let out a soft chuckle, rambling.

  “I won’t be that easy to get rid of,” he simple said dropping your hands.

  You nodded your head in agreement and gave him a small smile slightly disappointed that moment hadn’t lasted longer. He then excused himself to the fresher and you made your way up to the pilot seat setting course for the next planet. You made sure the take of and transition to autopilot went smoothly before getting up and checking on the kid. He still seemed to peacefully be sleeping and you smiled letting your fingers gently brush one of his giant ears before you left him alone and found your way to your cot. You laid down letting yourself finally relax and you prayed for peaceful sleep to finally take you over tonight but your mind wondered as it always did at this time to the man behind the beskar. You sighed and heard as Mando existed the fresher.

  “Close your eyes,” his voice caught you off guard not covered by the modulator.

  You quickly did as instructed listening careful as he moved around and the little light behind your eyes faded. The small cot dipped next to you and you gasped when you were met with actual skin.

  “You can open them now,” his voice was so soft and so strange to you.

  “What about the Creed?”

  “You can’t see your hand if you placed it in front of your face much less me. It’s okay.”

  You opened your eyes one at a time and he was correct complete darkness swallowed the whole ship and you found yourself moving closer to him. He let out a chuckle and pulled you to him. You were shocked he had done this. He had never even spoken to you about even being this open to you and even though you couldn’t see him you could feel him and for Mando that was a big step.

  “Why are you doing this? I know it’s a big deal for you,” you spoke softly.

  “I wanted you to know that I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted you to really feel me here so maybe you would relax and sleep well tonight.”

  “Mando,” you simply whispered, tears dancing at the edge of your eyes.

  “Din. Din Djarin.”

  You were caught off guard and for a long moment you laid there in silence. He had just told you his real name. What did this mean for the two of you? You looked where he imagined his face was and you reached your hand up and skillfully caught your wrist quickly before bringing it up to his face and placing it on his cheek. You let your fingers carefully search over his face taking in any feature you possibly could. You let a smile spread across your face in the realization at what this could mean and what you hoped it would mean.

  “You told me your real name,” it was a whisper of a thought slipped past your lips.

  “That I did,” he chuckled at your shock.

  “What does this mean?”

  “I’m not sure yet but we will figure it out,” his hand found your cheek and rubbed his thumb softly against your skin and you laid into his touch.

  “Din Djarin. I like it. It’s a lot better than Mando,” you chuckled.

  “It is. Now lets get some sleep,” he kissed the top of your head and you settled you head into his chest.

  “Goodnight Din Djarin.”

  “Are you going to be calling me by my full name all the time now?”

  “When we are in private yes, yes I am so might as well get use to it now.”

  Another soft chuckle escaped the man next to you and you let that be the last thing you head before slipping off to sleep.

Tagged: @jimmythegirl​ @harrytags​ @arcadianempress​ @discogrrl​ @immundusspiritu​ @someplace-darker​ @tarrevizslas​

#din djarin #mando #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #pedro pascal #mando fic #din djarin fic #embrace #request #another lame ass title #I suck at titles though #two more request to go #woot #carey writes #gender neutral!reader

[writer-rochelle]

Statesman: Ablaze (A Agent Whiskey x OC fic)

Statesman are trained to trust their gut and more importantly their team. 

Agent Cognac (@sunshinepascal) has recently found herself in a very serious relationship with Agent Whiskey, completely disregarding the no fraternization policy. What happens when he accuses her close friend of the unthinkable? Can she convince him to join her crusade to prove Agent Absinthe’s innocence? Or will they have to set their relationship ablaze?

Agent Rum (@pomelloe-me) is the last person to question the loyalty of her fellow agents, let alone her four closest partners. The evidence seems to add up, but she was there that night...but why can’t she remember a good chunk? A chunk that could prove her friend’s innocence.  Can she bring herself to recall that horrific night and make things right? Or will the trauma set her mind ablaze?

Agent Sangria(@harrytags) has just returned from a year long escapade in Europe, seeking out an alleged brother agency. She’s to be back stateside, reunited with the three agents she's come to call sisters. But what happens when Absinthe is accused of treason against the Statesman? She was there with her that night, she can help prove her innocence. Can Sangria put aside her broken trust and aid her friend? Or will she let their friendship be set ablaze?

Agent Absinthe(@writer-rochelle) has worked in the Statesman Tech labs for years, becoming quite the inventor and assisting Ginger Ale. What happens when she is wrongfully accused of aiding the enemy? Will she be able to prove her innocence? Or will she have to cut all ties and set her statesman career ablaze?

“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection.”- Lady Gaga

Statesman: Ablaze is a multi-part fic that is a collborative between myself the ladies tagged. After throwing our ideas around late one night, this baby was born. We are very excited to share this with y’all, and hope you like reading it as much as @pomelloe-me and I do writing it. 

#agent whiskey x reader #agent tequila x reader #agent whiskey x oc #agent tequila x oc #agent whiskey fic #oc fic #oc #statesman #pedro pascal characters #Pedro Pascal #Statesman:Ablaze