#agent gave her a present!!! that's so nice!!!

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Bang My Line

Summary: You're Penelope Garcia's first intern, and you learn a lot more from her than just her technical skills.

Rating: M

Words:4, 357

Warnings: Fluff, typical canon violence mentions, smut ;)

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The first day was a blur. It was scary enough to completely change career paths, but working for the FBI was an entirely different beast. Between what seemed like hundreds of background checks and interviews, I finally made it to my first day. Granted, I would just be an intern for now, but hopefully this would lead to a permanent position as a technical analyst. I waited in the lobby for Penelope Garcia, the woman who would be my mentor for the duration of my time with the BAU. We had spoken over the phone and even texted back and forth a bit, but this would be my first time meeting in person.

“There she is! My shiny new intern.”

“Hi you must be Agent Garcia,” I replied with my arm outstretched. She took it and gave what was the most enthusiastic hand shake I’ve ever seen.

“Oh honey, I’m way too fun for you to call me agent. Call me Penelope.” I shook my head in agreement and she led me towards the elevator.

“I know I gave you a rundown of the team via our text messages, but be prepared for them to ask you a million questions. You’re my first ever intern and they’re dying to meet the newest member of the team.”

“Duly noted, just know I’m going to be doing the same to you Penn because I’m a little out of my element here.”

“hmm Penn, I like the sound of that.”

As the elevator doors opened, I could see the rest of the team gathered around a desk, too focused on their own conversation to notice me and Penelope.

“Everyone, please welcome my first and only intern (Y/N).”

The man in the crisp black suit stood up first to greet me and introduced himself as Agent Aaron Hotchner.

“Penelope has not shut up about her new intern so it’s nice to finally put a pretty face to the name. I’m SSA Derek Morgan.”

I let out a bashful chuckle as I shook Morgan’s hand. Penelope did warn me that he could be a bit of a flirt. I was then greeted by a blonde woman who goes by JJ and an older man named Agent Rossi.

“Don’t tell me you write in pink sparkly gel pen too?” he jokingly asked.

I smiled and shook my head no, before being greeted by Agent Emily Prentiss.

“Don’t mind Rossi, it’s always nice to have another woman on the team to keep these boys in check.”

She gestured towards Morgan and the other agent beside her, who I can only assume is none other than Dr. Spencer Reid.

Penelope had described him as quote “Steven Hawking trapped in a young Bill Nye’s body.” What I didn’t expect was for him to actually be attractive. Sure, Agent Morgan and even Agent Hotchner were easy on the eyes, but Spencer Reid was strikingly handsome in the most unassuming way. The soft golden waves that covered the top of his head combined with those puppy dog eyes were enough to remind me how nervous I was to be joining the team.

“Nice to meet you (Y/N)” he said as he took my hand. My palms were beginning to sweat, but the steadiness of his firm grasp eased my nerves.

“Likewise,” was all I could manage to say. He held my gaze for what felt like both a moment and an eternity, before releasing my hand.

“Well, (Y/N), let’s get you briefed on your first case,” said Penelope.

I followed Penelope into the briefing room and decided to sit in the seat closest to the screen so that I could take notes on her presentation. To my surprise, Spencer took the seat next to me. As if I wasn't already a nervous wreck, his close proximity to me was going to make my writing even more illegible than usual. Still, I could get used to sitting next to the most handsome member of the team.

As Penelope wrapped up her presentation and the rest of the team departed on the jet, the bubbly blonde gave me a little tour of her office. Rossi wasn't joking about Penelope's love of glitter gel pens, and her desk was adorned with unicorn paperweights and mermaid statues.

"This is your workspace over here, (Y/N), although you'll mostly be assisting me for the first couple of weeks. Feel free to decorate your desk with as many unicorns as you please," she said.

The first hour or so of work was mostly getting situated in my new workspace, but we soon got our first call from the team, and it was from the man himself, Derek Morgan. Penelope pressed the button to answer the phone and his voice immediately came through the speaker for both of us to hear.

"It's your babygirl and her babygirl in training, what do ya need hot stuff?" said Penelope.

"Hey mama, I need you to look into Walter Price's bank activity for the last few months, see if there were any suspicious withdrawals or transfers."

"Anything for you gorgeous"

"Thanks babygirl, I'll be expecting your call back soon."

I sat with my mouth slightly ajar, looking over at Penelope dumbfounded.

"Do you talk to everyone on the phone that way?" you asked.

"Nope, just my sweet lover Derek Morgan."

I paused for a second before asking my follow up question, "so are you two like...in a relationship?"

"Only in my dreams," Penelope said with a wink. I let out a laugh because this whole situation surprisingly made me more at ease in my new job.

"As your intern, I guess it's my job to learn how to answer the phone like you?" I said with a wicked smile.

"Oh no my dear, at least, not yet. We've got a long way to go before you get to my level. And of course you'll have to find your own gorgeous man to talk dirty to, Morgan is already taken."

That definitely wouldn't be a problem, I already had the most gorgeous man on the team in mind.

I spent the next few weeks listening in on Penelope's phone calls and looking up information for her. I even got to help her present a new case to the team. After my first week, the team took me out to celebrate surviving my first case with the BAU. Even though I had become more comfortable around everyone on the team, I couldn't shake the butterflies Reid gave me whenever we interacted. However, I did notice that I was much more confident over the phone than in person. I tried to conceal my blossoming crush on Spencer as best I could, but I couldn't help but be the slightest bit sweeter to him whenever he was the one who called us.

During my second month of internship, we had a particularly hard time tracking down an unsub. Penelope was getting way too many names and she called Spencer to help her narrow down the list.

"There were traces of chlorine and calcium hypochlorite on the body which are chemicals commonly used in pool maintenance, Garcia narrow it down to men over 40 in the area who own pools or work in pool maintenance," he said.

"One name! It's Michael Dunlop, he works as a freelance pool maintenance man and, ooh get this, he hasn't responded to any jobs since the first murder on June 11th."

"Sending the address to your phones right now!" I interjected.

"Thanks (Y/N),"

"Anything for you, cutie" I said, with a sudden burst of confidence.

As I hung up with a satisfied look on my face, Penelope glanced over at me looking smug as ever.

"Cutie huh? That's a new one," Penelope said, "I knew I'd rub off on you sooner or later." And she was right. I started incorporating more color into my work wardrobe and I even brought my tiny stuffed cow to sit at my desk.

"You said I had to find my own gorgeous man to flirt with on the phone...so I did."

"I knew it! You have a crush on our genius boy-wonder!" She was positively giddy just by the thought of it. "I mean he's always sitting next to you and looking over at you when he thinks no one is noticing. You would think in a room full of profilers that I wouldn't be the only one to notice, and yet here we are."

It never occurred to me that my little crush might actually be reciprocated. Spencer was always a bit socially awkward, so I just assumed that he was the same way with me. I never once thought that he was actually as nervous to talk to me as I was to him. This fact somehow boosted my confidence even more, and I decided to have some fun with Spencer over the phone.

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"Cutie huh?" Morgan asked the blushing boy. Spencer was used to Penelope teasing him, but this was different. He had been harboring a small crush on their newest intern for the past month, and when she flirted with him over speakerphone for Morgan, of all people, to hear, Spencer couldn't help but turn as red as a tomato.

Of course, being a profiler, Morgan took notice of Reid's crimson cheeks. "Call me crazy but I think she likes you, pretty boy."

"O-of course not, she's just copying the way Garcia talks to you," Spencer stuttered.

"That may be true, the only difference is that you have a little crush yourself."

Spencer didn't bother trying to lie since he knew Morgan would see right through him, so he just mumbled something about Prentiss and Hotch needing them at the location (Y/N) sent.

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It was a lot easier to flirt with Spencer when he wasn't physically in front of me. When we were in the office together, we'd shoot each other smiles from across the room or he'd bring me an extra coffee in the morning. But when he was out in the field and I was back at my desk at the BAU, it was a whole different game. I tried my hardest to make him blush over the phone any chance I got, and it seemed to be working. After Penelope found out about my little crush, she decided to play matchmaker and slip Spencer my work phone number to call me instead for information. For the first time, I heard my phone ring instead of Penelope's and I immediately answered.

“Give it to me good baby, what do you need from me?” I replied. I knew it was Spencer since he was the only one who had my number.

"Hey (Y/N)" he said, and I swear I could hear him smiling through the phone. I could tell he had become more comfortable with our one-sided phone flirting over the past month. "I need you to look up all of Dr. Gupta's patients at the psychiatric clinic for the past 3 months, see if any of them drive a black van."

"You got it, gorgeous. If you need anything you know you can always bang my line."

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“You have (Y/N)’s number?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked puzzled, “Yea.. don’t we all?”

“I think it’s just you pretty boy” Morgan quipped, as he chuckled and gave him a pat on the back.

Spencer had grown fond of (Y/N)'s phone flirtation, but he was too embarrassed to return the favor in front of his colleagues. He loved watching her walk around the office in her high heels, trying to keep up with Penelope's fast pace. He knew brief glances and morning coffees weren't going to cut it anymore, he had to do something before her internship was over. So he decided to call her on his way home from working the case.

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The team had just finished a case and were on the plane headed back to Quantico. Penelope had plans so she left me to wrap things up in the office. Just as I was making my way towards the door, my phone began to ring. Confused, I picked up the phone and listened to see if it was a misdial.

"Hey babygirl."

I nearly choked when I realized who was speaking. My body involuntarily shivered and my heart quickened its pace. This "babygirl" hadn't come from Morgan, it was Spencer on the other line.

"Hi Spencer! What's up I thought you guys wrapped up the case?" I asked in a confused tone.

"We did, but I thought I'd call you without everyone else around." His voice sounded sultry and silky smooth, unlike his usual rapid rambling, and it made it so much harder for me to speak. "We should be landing in about twenty minutes, stay in your office and I'll meet you there."

"Okay, I'll be waiting here, handsome."

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Those twenty minutes were the longest twenty minutes of my life. I knew Spencer had a crush on me as well, but what could he possibly want to meet with me for? Was he going to ask me to stop flirting with him on the phone? Was he going to ask me out? Was he trying to make out with me? God I secretly hoped it was the latter...

Just as I had been getting lost in my own thoughts, I heard the familiar voices of the rest of the team down the hall. I knew Spencer would be walking into my office any minute, so I nervously fixed my hair and applied the lipgloss Penelope gave me.

"Hey babygirl," said the tall man standing in the door frame.

"Hi Spencie," I said with a smile as I called him the nickname I lovingly gave him, which I'm sure he secretly hates. I couldn’t help but grin since the word “baby girl” still seemed so foreign coming from his mouth. I stood up to meet his gaze as he slowly made his way over to my desk.

"I know you've been teasing me these past couple weeks," he said as we closed the gap between our bodies. I would say our faces were inches from each other, but he was impossibly tall and my face didn't reach past his chest, "but now its my turn to tease you," he said as he brought his hands behind my ears and pressed his lips onto mine. He was gentle and tentative at first, but I passionately pressed my lips back against his to deepen the kiss. I ran my hands through his gorgeous locks and began to tug. We quickly became a breathless mess and I couldn't help the feeling building in the pit of my stomach. His hands traveled down to my waist and he gingerly pulled me closer. He was both hesitant and passionate, not quite sure if he should act on his instincts. He pulled back for just a second to speak:

"I know you only have a few weeks left with us, but would you like to get coffee sometime?" he asked with those same puppy dog eyes that made me fall for him in the first place.

"Oh Spencie, we're a bit past coffee don't you think?" I said with blushy cheeks. "Let's get dinner sometime, I'm free any night except Tuesday, I have Zumba class with Penelope."

"She really has influenced you a lot hasn't she?" he said, making a mental note of the pink scrunchie in my hair.

"In more ways than one hot stuff."

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Over the next few weeks, I spent my days phone flirting with Spencer at work and my nights making out with him in my office or eating Chinese take-out in his apartment. No one on the team, not even Penelope, knew about our brewing workplace romance, and we intended to keep it that way until I was hired permanently. However, that didn't stop him from flirting back on our calls. I was on my last week of internship and I was now the only one who Spencer called when he needed information. Spencer and I had agreed to take it slow, but our most recent calls had me desperate to find out what else he was packing besides the gun strapped to his hip. Just then, a call interrupted my wandering thoughts and I immediately picked up knowing it was him.

“Dayton Ohio you're on the air" I answered in my sexiest voice possible.

"I'd like to make a request," Spencer replied.

"You can request anything you want, doctor" I could hear him chuckle behind the phone before telling me what he actually needed.

"I need you to look up a marketing firm by the name of Firsthand Media and see if they have any connections to the colleges of the first set of victims."

"I'm on it, sugar" I answered.

"Oh and one more favor, look up the words beautiful and brilliant and see what you can find."

"Look at that, it's me"

"You're the best (Y/N)"

I could feel Penelope's eyes on me before she turned around and said

"I've never been more proud."

The rest of the day was filled with calls from the other agents to Penelope, mostly Morgan, until that evening when I got one last call from Spencer. He asked me to see if there were any men who had been admitted to the hospital in the last 6 months for brain injuries, but no one came up.

"Couldn't find anything, looks like you're going to have to punish me Spencie," I replied.

"You'll just have to wait til I get back for that"

He hung up, and I couldn't believe what I just heard. Penelope and I were in shock that Spencer Reid could be so dirty. For once, I was the one blushing on the other end.

"(Y/N) I swear to god if you don't let that man make sweet love to you I am personally writing your letter of resignation"

"Penn! We just flirt is all, like you and Morgan, I could never actually be with him"

"So you two haven't been using my sacred office space to make-out between cases?" she asked with raised eyebrows. I stood there, with my mouth open and eyes wide, looking guilty as ever.

"You do know there's a camera in this office right?" I was mortified. Thank God we'd never done anything more than kiss in this office.

"You knew this whole time? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh Morgan knows, but everybody else is still in the dark because I didn't want to risk you not getting hired. And I hacked into the security computers and deleted the footage."

"Thank you so much Penn, and I promise I won't have anymore heated makeout sessions in this office, or anywhere in this building for that matter."

"Anything for my little protege. But in all seriousness, you should definitely ride boy-wonder off into the sunset and make it official once you're hired."

"Penelope!" I hit her in the arm, only half jokingly because I knew deep down that that's exactly what I should do.

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As usual, I waited in my office for Spencer to meet me. But this time, I was determined to go back to his apartment and finish what we started over the phone.

"Hello beautiful" he said as he made his way over to me. He greeted me with a hungry kiss and it took every ounce of strength I had not to pin him down and ride him in this office.

"Spencer listen, we can't makeout in this office anymore. Garcia and Morgan know about us already and she had to delete the footage off of the security cameras."

"Morgan knows? That present he gave me actually makes a lot of sense now."

"Nevermind that," I said before moving closer to whisper in his ear, "what I need now is for you to punish me like you said you would."

I could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his eyes went wide but faintest hint of a smile appeared on his deliciously soft lips.

"well then what are we waiting for" he said as he grabbed my hand and practically pulled me out of the office.

We wasted no time getting back to his apartment. Reid was always such a cautious driver, but this time he was driving like his life depended on it. Once in the building, he wouldn't let go of my hand and we were practically sprinting towards his door. He fumbled with the key for a moment before the door sprang open and I pushed him inside with the force of my lips on his. His hands had become quite comfortable exploring my body, and tonight was no exception. I tugged on his tie without breaking the kiss and he let out a heavy sigh as I led him towards his bedroom. I pushed him once again, this time down onto the bed, and I practically jumped on top of him to straddle his waist. As I let my weight rest on the growing bulge in his pants, he let out the sexiest groan and I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties. I continued to grind on him as we completely devoured each other. This wasn't the first time we'd done this, but this time it was different, we both wanted more.

"Spence please," I whined, "I need you."

"You can have me baby," he replied, looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes that I adore so much.

We quickly undressed and I raced to climb back on top of him.

"You really are beautiful," he said while tucking a loose strand of hair back behind my ear. I smiled back at him and gently kissed his lips before going back to grinding over his now bare cock.

His groans were like music to my ears and I couldn't help but sighing at the feeling of him gliding across my exposed cunt.

"Baby please, I want to be inside you," he pleaded.

"Do you have a, uh, condom?" I asked, somewhat sheepishly.

"I do...that was actually the 'gift' that Morgan got me," he said followed by a nervous chuckle. He reached into the drawer on the bedside table and, slightly trembling, opened the package.

"I-I just want you to know that I haven't done this in a while, (Y/N)," he began, "I don't know if I'll be any good." He was just as nervous as I was. I gave him a sympathetic nod before replying.

"It's okay Spence, it's been a while for me too. I guess you could say we get pretty caught up in our work."

"Agreed," he said, slightly more at ease.

As soon as he finished up rolling on the condom, I wasted no time lining him up with my entrance and sinking onto his length.

"Fuck, baby" he moaned with his eyes screwed shut "you feel so good." It was insanely hot to hear such foul language come out of Spencer Reid's mouth.

"You want me to ride you baby?" I asked teasingly.

"Yes please..."

I began to bounce rapidly on his dick, feeling every inch of him come in and out of me. I had a feeling he wasn't going to last long, but I didn't care, I was beyond happy to just watch the pleasure that I was bringing him. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, which caused a simultaneous moan to come from the both of us.

"God (Y/N) you're going to make me cum" he said, nearly out of breath.

I knew he was close, but I was slowing down as my legs began to give out on me. He sensed the slowing of my pace, so he took one hand from my breast, wrapped it around my waist, and began to pump into me from below.

“Consider this your punishment babygirl”

This new angle was heaven to me and I couldn't help but cry out. He was fucking me so hard I swear I could see stars.

"Oh god Spence," I moaned. For someone who has been out of the game for a while, he was making me feel so good.

"I'm gonna...I'm..." he muttered.

"Let it out Spence, cum for me baby."

And with that, he spilled his load inside the condom. He just kept coming and coming inside of me until there was nothing left. Spencer Reid was utterly and completely spent.

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“Well Dr. Reid, you sure know how to please a woman,” you said poking him in the rib.

“What can I say, I’m an overachiever,” he replied with a cocky smile plastered on his face.

As I was about to go in for a kiss on his cheek, my cellphone rang, and it was a call from Penelope.

“Hello my pretty! Sorry in advance that I’m probably interrupting your sexy times with boy-wonder but I just couldn’t wait to tell you. You got the job!”

“Oh my goodness! That’s great news, thanks Penn! What department am I in?”

“You’re going to be working in the international intelligence department, aaaaand that means you’ll probably have to report your little romance directly to human resources.”

“Sounds good Garcia, we’ll take care of that first thing in the morning,” Reid interjected.

“Ah, so boy-wonder is there with you! Looks like you took my advice after all (Y/N),” Penelope replied.

I rolled my eyes and said “Goodnight Penelopeeee” in a sing-songy voice.

“Goodnight you two, be safe and don’t stay up tooooo late.”

“Aww, what ever happened to the fun Penelope Garcia?”

“She’s not here right now but leave a message, bye!” And with that our conversation was over.

“Guess it’s time to tell the rest of the team about us”

“I guess so Spence, good luck handling all the teasing on your own baby,” I said with a giggle and planted a kiss on his cheek before drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow was surely going to be an interesting day at the office.

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AN: Thanks for all the love, shameless plug for my newest oneshot The Visit

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Avoiding You- L.S. Kennedy (pt. 1)

Warnings: Angst, self-doubt, insecurity (only a bit), heartache 

Summary: You thought you & Leon were on the same page, so you went for it...turns out he didn’t feel the way you thought... 

(This was definitely supposed to be posted yesterday, but my fiancé took me out to the country to see cows and I had no service😂😭the cows were def worth it tho 👀❤️)

Word Count: 1.9k

Part 2

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How were you going to avoid him? It wasn’t going to be easy seeing as you were both posted on the same mission right now. Ughhh how could you have misread him so wrong?? You were sure he had feelings for you. He would always insist on being your partner on missions, he would flirt with you endlessly, he was always just there. 

You tried to take your mind out of the situation for a minute. Was he babying you? Was that it? Not that he wanted to spend time with you, but that he felt it necessary to go with you for the mission to run smoothly? Was he just mocking you all those times you thought he was flirting? 

You couldn’t think about it any longer. You were beyond embarrassed. You tried to kiss him and he pulled away, no need for a clearer sign of him not liking you that way. The embarrassment wasn’t the worst part though. Your heartache hurt much, much worse. 

You actually hadn’t seen him since. You’d requested to be debriefed alone, took watch opposite the time he did, and every time you’d catch a glimpse of that dirty blonde hair, you’d go in any other direction. 

It was obvious to Leon that you were avoiding him and doing a pretty damn good job of it too. Probably for the best at this point, he wasn’t even sure what he would say to you. 

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It had been three days of you successfully avoiding Leon when a wrench got thrown into your plans. There was a break in the mission, and everyone stationed with you had to be present for the current debriefing. 

You sat on the folding chair arms crossed, and legs extended out in front of you, boots covered in dirt. You kept your eyes trained on your boots, not bothering to look up when anyone entered the tent, for fear of making direct eye contact with Leon. 

You recognized his boots anywhere and your body froze waiting for them to pass you. You swear you saw a slight hesitation in his step as he walked by you, but at this point you could have imagined it. You didn’t really trust your mind anymore when it came to Leon. 

He noticed the way you kept your head down the whole time people were coming in and wished that you didn’t. He hadn’t missed the fact that it’d been three days since he saw you, and by the looks of it after this meeting he’d go back to not seeing you again. 

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The debriefing dragged on. You had been zoned out most of the time, only paying attention when you heard key words that pertained to you. Your ears perked up at the mention of a certain name. 

“We’re sending Leon out on this one, if that’s alright with you agent.”

Did they really just saw the name you thought you heard? Why would we ever be trusting enough to work with her?

“Fine by me.”

God even his voice hurt you; it was so deep and smooth, no trace of anything but confidence. Something you had been lacking the past few days and it made you furious. 

You trained yourself early on that your mind was the strongest tool you could have in a job like this, if your mind went then so did you. You were a good shot, had fast reflexes, and were overall a pretty nice person. You never gave much time to insecurities; you were pretty enough by your own definition and were confident in your abilities as an agent. But lately? All you could do was drown in your own thoughts. 

Were you not a good enough agent? Were you too boring? Too short? Not busty enough? It was killing you. It had become your minds constant priority to figure out why he didn’t want to kiss you back and now that they were sending Leon out to meet with Ada...your mind wouldn’t shut up. 

It was no secret to the whole department that Leon had history with Ada. They were both raccoon city survivors no matter what way you looked at it. 

Was she Leon’s type? An obvious red flag, toxic, double-crossing bitch? At least that’s how you categorized her. 

Your heartache was starting to morph into jealousy at the thought of Leon being with Ada in such close proximity to you. 

It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.  

You kept that mantra in your head, maybe if you said it enough you could convince yourself that it really didn’t matter. 

As soon as the debriefing was over you were the first one to get up and leave. 

You didn’t have to patrol today, or investigate, or do anything really besides stay on alert thank God. 

You grabbed your shotgun and a full box of ammo and made off for the trees. You had an overwhelming urge to prove yourself and shut your brain up. 

You were a good agent, a good person, and a damn good shot. You were determined to remind yourself of that and fuck Leon Kennedy if he didn’t think so. 

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You had been shooting for the better half of the day. Deciding to call it quits when you had depleted all of your ammo and saw the sun begin to set.

You were a good mile away from the base when you heard the faint crunch of what sounded like footsteps. You threw your shotgun around your back and jumped up just enough to grab the nearest branch to you. Quickly pulling your body weight up and doing the same thing over again until you were high enough up you were sure you were out of sight. 

Quietly cursing yourself for not bringing a better precision weapon with you. 

It had been what felt like ten minutes, and you hadn’t heard another sound since. Maybe whoever it was heard you too?

You’d decided it was safe enough for you to get down from the tree and begin walking again and you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

You wished you hadn’t seen it, fuck how you wished you hadn’t seen it. 

At the edge of the trees right before the clearing you saw him.

Back against one of the trees with Ada up against him. Unless the information we needed was in her mouth, you were pretty sure this wasn’t part of his mission. 

Why did this shit have to hurt so much? Maybe it was the realization he really never saw you this way. You put yourself out there and got rejected and now you realized why. If that was his type, you never stood a chance. 

You kept on your path back to base, not bothering to look behind you. 

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A week had passed since you saw Leon kissing Ada and the only thing that’s changed is your shot. Near perfect with your shotgun now, so at least you had that going for you. 

Everything else was still the same. Your heart fucking ached, you’ve avoided the man at all costs, and this mission was nowhere near over. 

You had gathered some pretty good intel though and were feeling rather confident about one of your leads. 

You were about to enter your superior's tent when his voice had you frozen...again. 

“I’ll let you know when I come into contact sir.” 

“It shouldn’t be taking this long Kennedy, any longer and we aren’t going to need whatever it is she says she has.” 

Were they talking about Ada? You were unfortunately positive Leon had come into contact with her. 

Feeling a little more confident in yourself you decided not to bother waiting outside the tent. 

“Captain” you greeted upon entering, “Kennedy” you greeted upon making eye contact with the son of a bitch. This was the first time in almost ten days that you had finally come face to face with him, and it did nothing to help the burning in your chest. You couldn’t even bring yourself to say his first name.

“Yes Y/N what is it? We’re done here Leon” your captain spoke dismissing Leon.

“I have a lead I’d like to follow sir, according to my intel it should be quite lucrative.” 

“What lead?” You turned your head around to see Leon, half outside the tent and half inside, as if your words had halted his movement. 

You turned your attention back to your captain before proceeding. 

“All due respect sir, I’d like to keep this information from as many ears as I can.” 

With that Leon was fully back inside now, not only inside but right beside you. 

“Leon’s the best agent we have Y/N,” your captain spoke, painfully reminding you of the obvious “I’m sure he’d be a help to you. Continue.” 

“Alright,” you glanced at your captain & then at Leon, who’s eyes looked deadly as he focused them on you, “long story short I know where the bioweapons are being kept. I’d like to check out this lead sir.” 

“Where did you get a lead like that?” Leon interjected. 

Your blood was boiling now. Couldn’t he just leave you alone? Didn’t he get he was the last person you wanted to see? Not like he’d care either way, but did he have to question your judgement when it came to the mission now? 

“I have my sources Kennedy.” 

“Kennedy now?” He scoffed. 

“It is your last name is it not?”

You held his eye contact, refusing to back down on this. 

“Permission granted agent.” You turned your head back to your captain, thrilled he was giving you the green light. “You both are dismissed.” 

You pushed passed Leon who refused to get out of your way and left the tent. Heading back to yours to get prepared for tonight. That’s when you’d make your move and check out this lead. 

“Hey hold up!” Leon grabbed your wrist and pulled slightly, forcing you to turn around and look at him. “Where the hell did you get a lead like this?”

“Relax” you pulled your wrist out of his grip “I’ve followed protocol, I haven’t jeopardized anything.” 

“That isn’t what I asked Y/N.” You noticed how tight his jaw was and how tense he seemed to look; did he hate you now? Was that it?

“I heard what you said Kennedy, and I’m not justifying it with an answer.”

You began to walk away only for him to follow you. 

“And why the hell not? Did you seriously lose trust in me because of what happened almost two weeks ago?” He spat. 

No. He did not have a right to be angry about that. 

“I lost trust in you Leon when I saw you gathering information from someone you claimed you haven’t made contact with yet!” You spat right back at him, noting the way his face changed into a look of shock at the fact you saw him that night.

You needed to reign yourself in, this wasn’t good. You were pissed, beyond pissed, and normally when your emotions got the better of you, they ALL got the better of you and you’d be damned to cry in front of this man now. 

Before you might have, but now? Never. 

You turned back around and continued on your way back to your tent, not bothering to notice that Leon hadn’t moved an inch. 

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Why am I having so much fun writing this?! Part two is going to be more exciting I promise 😘

[yawneneteyam]

ALL THINGS CONNECTED | j. flatters chapter two — i know what i want life to be

summary: growing up on the set of avatar: the way of water was a dream. your friends had become your family, all except for one. jamie was the one person you always found yourself drawn to, in ways more complex than the title of 'best friends' [3.5k].

pairing: fem!reader x jamie flatters

notes: based on jamie flatters documentary: all things connected. co-stars/friends to lovers. inspired by @cacapeepee. thank you to the wonderful anons and users who sent in names for y/n's character, I ended up going with tey'feyra! hope you guys like it, last chapter of establishing- moving onto their relationship more now. mentions of eating habits.

masterlist ⎸ chapter one | chapter three

2016.

it wasn't like you were waiting for a call. you had other things that you could do with your time. people are only sixteen once, you had people to see and memories to make. so if you were sat by the phone for a month, waiting for a call, people could call you pathetic.

that’s exactly what you were.. pathetic. because you had been waiting by the phone. wherever you went, your phone was on loud speaker, waiting for a call from your agent or from the casting directors. it seemed like you had finally realised how little your phone goes off when you’re waiting for it to ping you with a notification. 

you were beginning to resent people that were calling you, because they weren’t who you wanted to hear from. the anxiety that would erupt in your chest when your phone rang was piercing, but the let down once you saw the caller id was much worse. disappointed doesn’t even begin to describe how you feel. 

your friends tried to comfort you as best they could, but no amount of effort from them changed the way you saw it. you didn’t get the part. 

it had been three weeks and two days when you decided to face the facts. you hadn’t gotten the part and they casted someone else. she was probably gorgeous and didn’t go off script in her audition. you knew you were stupid to start making up your own lines, they probably thought you were unprofessional and weren’t serious. but you were, and if they gave you another chance you would show them.

but they won’t and that’s the reality you had to face. 

you promised yourself that you would accept it now. no more jumping when your phone rang, or texting your agent to see if they had heard anything. you started working harder, sending out self-tapes as quickly as you could- you were determined to throw yourself into other projects to distract yourself. you began to film again, making short projects on your own to remind yourself of the things you enjoy about film- not the heartbreak actors often face. 

you called your agent to see if she had anymore roles you could apply for. the desperation to work again was hitting you harder than it should’ve. sometimes your parents wished they never let you act, that you could just be a regular teenager with no pressures. you wouldn’t need to feel an overwhelming urge to impress everyone. but that was the life you chose for yourself.

“i need another gig,” you sat at the kitchen table, head in your hands with your phone on speaker in front of you. you knew that you couldn't just expect your agent to find you more calls that you fit the criteria for, but you could hope.

“i told you, i’m looking” she laughed, it was the third time in the last five days you had called her about getting more work. she had never met a teenager who wanted to drown in work as much as you did, you were dedicated, she could give you that much. “i cant just pull a role out of my ass for you, you know that” she sighed with a smile.

“well it would be nice if you could every once in a while” you tilted your head, a small disappointed smile made itself present on your face.

“shh, i’m reading”

“reading what?” you asked.

she sighed again, “a casting call i’ve been sent, so shh”.

you rolled your eyes and sat quietly, leaving her to read. you heard your mum pull up in the driveway, meaning you had spent another day not doing much and that she would be reminding you of that as soon as she got inside. she would rather have you working than sitting around moping.

“did i end up telling you that the crew from avatar got back to me?”

“no," you sighed, "but that doesn’t sound good”. you didn't get the part. you rested your chin in both of your hands with your elbows on the table. you had already accepted it anyway, but knowing now that it was real, felt all the more disappointing, “who’d they end up casting?”

"y/n?" you thought she didn't hear you.

"yeah?"

"you got the part"

2017.

that phone call changed lots of things for you. 

you were now a major character in one of the world's biggest films. with a new role, you had moved your entire life to los angelas for the next two years. your parents were with you, but often had to travel back home for work- leaving you in the hands of your agent, natalie, james cameron, and the other cast members, or their parents. you had been introduced to a whole new type of filming, motion capture. now, you could properly say you will never be able to take yourself seriously again after wearing your suit every day. 

los angelas was different to where you were from, it was much busier, but you had shot other projects here- just none like this. almost everyday you were training your lungs to hold your breath underwater. you worked one-on-one with professional free divers to increase your time period underwater, and sometimes in groups with the other cast members. 

character names had changed, un'su was now lo'ak, sai'ak now te'feyra. character designs changed, sigourney asked to alter the way that kiri looked. character's plots changed entirely, but.. you couldn't disclose that information. 

you and the other cast members were quite young, the next generation of na'vi. zoe and sam adored working with you all, but your favourite scenes to film were with your friends. you all grew quite close, just in your first month on set.

"y/n stop moving," jose, moved your skin back to face the mirror in front of you. he was one of the hair and makeup artists on set, he usually painted the dots on your face for motion capture. he also classified himself as a part-time babysitter.

"filip, stop it" you smacked his foot away from you.

"y/n!" jose yelled.. and this is why.

"he's kicking me!" you argued back, a smile on your face.

"i am not" he did it again, sending his foot over your way. filip chuckled softly, tapping your leg with his foot over and over.. and over.

"i'm literally going to separate you two," jose stood up straight and sighed deeply.

"good! get me away from him," you laughed.

filip leant back in his chair, the one up net to yours. "you're so mean to me and all i do is give you love" he held out his hand, "why do you do this to me?" he asked, a smile on his face.

in the main trailer, there were eight chairs in a row for each younger cast member with a small vanity space for each person. filip and you were often booked in for the same time in makeup everyday. you were just lucky enough to also have the seat next to him, which allowed him to annoy you on the daily. you had never been grateful to be an only child until you met filip, because if this is what having a brother is like- you didn't want it.

"you're still kicking me!" you sat up and yelled. he laughed in your face.

"you're so easy to annoy," filip chuckled.

"okay, that's enough" jose held up his hands, and moved to stand in between you and filip. "i need to put these stupid dots on your face, can you both stop it" jose smiled. you both knew that no matter how frustrating it was to deal with you both, that jose did enjoy you both.

"don't anger the man of the dots" you said, giving filip a pointed look before leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. jose started painting the last few on your face, before he could let you go to set.

"i don't know why i decided to work with children," he whispered.

"do you get paid enough to deal with us?" trinity asked from next to you, where she was sat in jamie's seat.

you were lucky you got to sit with the boys in the trailer, all of them took good care of you on set. duane, filip, yourself and jamie were a little group who were always around each other. trinity often found her way to you, following you around. she was like your little sister, her sweet smile was welcome to hang out with you.

"trinity, there is not enough money in the world, sweetheart" jose shook his head with a smile. trinity giggled, spinning around in jamie's chair.

"y/n?" a voice spoke up, "is y/n in here?" rita popped her head through the trailer's entrance. rita was the head of hair in performance capture, an older woman who you loved working with. 

"rita!" trinity cheered.

"hi rita!" filip called out.

"i'm here!" you called out, keeping still for jose.

"we need you in around 5, okay lovely? jim wants to go through the leaving scene with you and jamie" she explained, coming up behind you- lightly grabbing your head and beginning to braid your hair so you could leave the trailer quicker.

"well if she sits still, maybe she can go run her scene" jose looked up at rita with a smirk.

"y/n" rita said in a warning tone, pausing her actions.

"it's not even me! it's him!" you tried as best you could to point to filip with your eyes closed.

rita chuckled, continuing braiding. "mhmm" she mumbled.

you giggled as rita laughed at you. you tried to run through the lines for the scene that you would run with jamie as best you could. thinking of the ways jamie might deliver his line, and the ways that you could carry on from that. but jamie was a dedicated actor, he always had more than one way to deliver a line- he liked to keep you on your toes.

"okay, get out of here," jose stood up straight and threw the cotton tip in the trashcan. "filip, you're next" he said.

"thank you," you said, letting rita tie off your braids with an elastic band.

"you're welcome," jose gave you a pointed look, "now, get out of my trailer," 

you found zoe and sam on a buggie together and quickly climbed on, knowing that they were going to main set. you sat in between them both on the back. 

"what are you shooting today?" zoe asked, fixing one of your braids that had fallen from it's spot pinned in your hair.

"i'm going to run through a scene with jamie and jim, and then we're shooting it at three" you said, holding your head still, making faces at sam as he looked over at you. "i have stunts later too,"

"yeah?" she asked, "one sec, i've almost got it," zoe tried to pin the braid back in securely so it would fit inside your motion-capture suit nicely. "what scene are you doing with jamie?"

"the one where i find out he's leaving" you pushed sam's hand away with a smile as he tried to poke you.

"ya, gonna kiss him?" sam teased, poking you anyway.

"ew, no!" 

"sam!" zoe exclaimed, "they're kids"

"i was kissing girls at your age," he said.

"oh my god," zoe pulled you into her embrace, "don't listen to him, he'll corrupt you". you laughed, as you leant into her hold.

once arriving on main set, you said goodbye to zoe and sam when you saw james with jamie and richard, a producer.

"i have to be honest with you," you said looking up at jim, "i forgot my script," you admitted, smiling.

"good thing too, because you should know your lines," james chuckled, sitting down in his seat.

"pfft, do you have no faith?" you held your hands on your hips, "i know my lines".

"you don't have the greatest track record, do you?" jamie leant his elbow on your shoulder, leaning his weight onto you.

"don't even talk to me," you shoved him off playfully.

"nice dots" he held up his thumbs with a over-dramatised smile.

"alright, can we run through the scene?" james chuckled, interrupting you both.

"yes, i'm ready" you nodded. you and jamie stood next to each other, knowing james was going to want to explain the scene to you both first.

"okay, so when we do it on the day, we're gonna have te'feyra coming down off of a tree branch and onto the ground with neteyam chasing after her," he explained, "so we'll get some levels out so you can actually walk down at the same angles okay?".

"yep" you nodded.

"sounds good" jamie said.

"you want us to just do lines? or mark it too?" you asked, taking a step away from jamie, getting ready to run the scene.

"we'll do lines for now, come back in around.." james looked at his watch for the time, "thirty minutes, then mark it" 

"kay'" 

richard takes a breath and pulls out his copy of the script, "te'feyra is walking away from neteyam and he says.."

"te'feyra wait," jamie's accent had changed entirely since you both met initially for your chemistry read. you and the rest of the kids had been working closely with a dialect coach to really nail the na'vi accent. jamie, sigourney, britain, yourself and trinity had worked closely with zoe too, the omatikaya having a different dialect to the metkayina.

jamie had grown a little since you first met, his voice was deeper. he had started to become more of a man. he shaved his head since you first met, it was only starting to grow back recently.

"you didn't think to mention that your family is leaving?" you asked, panting slightly to give the illusion of you walking away from him.

"it was not finalised until this morning," he argued.

"i find that difficult to believe, neteyam"

"te'feyra, please. te'feyra slow down!" jamie raised his voice, grabbing your hand, "i am sorry, but it is what is best for the clan".

"for once can you stop thinking about everyone else?" you pulled your hand away from his. jamie was a very physical actor, even if you were just running lines, he would find anyway to hold your hand or lightly pull you closer to him. he calls it acting, but james and richard could see right through it. "what about.. what about us?" you asked.

"what do you mean?"

"you are not a moron, neteyam" you whispered.

"no," he sighed, looking at the ground, "i'm not sure. my father wants us to leave as soon as possible, he has already chosen who will take over as olo'eyktan"

you scoffed, "great".

"you will continue tsahik training, you will lead this clan" jamie continued to speak.

"i was supposed to lead it with you," you raised your voice at him. "i don't want to lead, if it isn't with you. that's what our parents agreed on, yes? that we would lead together. i will not lead this clan without you here, netayam" 

te'feyra and neteyam were betrothed to each other from a young age. it was set in stone that they would grow up to be oloekytan and tsahik together. not that their parents agreement mattered, they were destined to be together by eywa's will. neteyam was all te'feyra had ever known, and now he was being taken away from her.

"you have to" jamie told you.

"no, i do not! i refuse." 

"te' please, i need you to do this for me" you heard jamie becoming more emotional in his voice, you only fed off of that. he had a way of getting through to you like that.

"and i need you to stay here," your voice broke. jamie looked up at you, he saw the tears glazing over your eyes. 

"we cannot," he shook his head, "it is dangerous if we do, the sky-people.. they- they are coming for my father, they will not stop"

"we can fight them," you nodded, grasping onto te'feyra's last piece of hope. "we are family here. we are strong" you grabbed onto his arms. see, where james and richard could see jamie's real reason for wanting to be close to you, they found that you had the exact same one.

"we cannot lose anymore people here. we are leaving, te'"

you paused, looking up at him.

"then i will come with you,"

"what?" he exclaimed, "no, you have to stay here"

"i am not staying here without you, neteyam. our parents chose us for each other, we stick together" you squeezed jamie's arms lightly.

"things are different now, it will not be safe if you come with us" jamie shook his head. 

"neteyam," you whispered, "i do not want to be here without you,"

jamie hesitated before whispering back, "i do not want to leave you".

"then don't"

"good," james nodded, standing back up, "good, that was good"

"notes?" you asked. jamie nodded in agreement. james admired the way the two of you always seeked more feedback from him. the two of you were becoming great actors.

"pretty happy, but i have a few things i want to write down and i'll get them to you before we mark the scene, yeah? he explained.

"thanks jim," jamie nodded.

"thank you"

james and richard walked away from you and jamie, leaving you both alone. jamie used one arm to bring you in for a hug, the other fixing the hood of his jumper. "how are you?" he asked. you squeezed him lightly as he held you.

"good. tired, but i'm good" you stayed in his embrace for a second longer, before letting go and looking up at him. "you seem grumpy today," you noted.

a smile appeared on his face, "oh wow, thanks so much" he nodded.

"oh, you're so welcome" you smiled back, he nudged you slightly as you both began to walk out back onto the tarmac outside into the sun.

"i'm so hungry" you said involuntarily, as you felt your stomach constrict.

"did you eat breakfast?" he looked at you whilst walking. you noticed the way his mouth always sat open slightly after speaking, his two front teeth peeking through the gap between his lips. 

"no," you admitted hesitantly.

"and why not?" he stopped walking.

you rolled your eyes with a grumble, "i had to go get my dots done" you whined, arguing with him.

jamie sighed, heading towards where the buggies were parked. "let's go get you breakfast" he said, "we've got half an hour anyway".

you and jamie hopped in the back of one of the buggies, a production assistant already waiting to take people from main set back to the tents and trailers. 

"when are you shooting?" you asked, fiddling with the pin in your braids.

"i don't start till eleven, i'm with britain" jamie grabbed the pin that you were playing with, noticing that you were struggling to get it back into its spot. you mumble a quick 'thanks' before he puts it back in.

"i haven't seen him yet" you tell jamie, as he checks if your hair is secure.

"he's probably in his trailer," jamie said before clearing his throat, pulling his hood off of his head.

"did you eat breakfast?" you asked, raising your eyebrows at him.

"yes, before i came to set," he smiled, "because normal people eat three meals a day-" he gave you a pointed look- "you know, to nourish their bodies?"

you rolled your eyes at him. jamie was always on everyone about taking care of themselves, but in the month you had been on set, you seemed to notice that he tended to look after everyone else, rather than himself sometimes.

"what scene are you filming?" you changed the subject.

jamie coughed into his hand before answering, "uh, we're doing the fight scene, when he goes to see payakan"

"mhm, fun. i might come watch"

"oh, im honoured" he held his hand to his heart.

"i need to find my script though," you noted.

he scrunched his eyebrows together, his teeth peeking through again in his fit of confusion, "i thought you said it was in your trailer?".

"i lied," you sighed, "i've lost it".

"jesus christ" he let a breath out, "you amaze me,".

"if the toast at craft is burnt, i don't want it" you jamie laughed as you changed the subject again.

"oh my god. yes princess, we'll get you some toast that isn't burnt" he nodded, hopping off the buggie now that we were back at the tents, "miss first world problems".

"i just want nice toast," you defended yourself.

"we're going to play basketball tonight at the park across from duane's parent's hotel if you wanna come?" jamie asked, holding open the curtain of the craft tent.

"yeah," you smile, "i'd love to come"

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Big Bend - Chapter Three - Roommates

Cw: language

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Zoey

I flopped down on my new bed. It was harder than most probably would have liked, but I'd never been picky. I'd just finished unpacking, and despite it being barely past noon, I already felt exhausted. 

Then again, I'd had an eventful past twenty four hours. I'd spent more than half that time driving through Texas. I'd arrived at an entirely unfamiliar and new place, one where I didn't know anyone. 

Well, I guess I know at least one person now. Technically two. 

I thought back to my meeting with Easton the night before. After he'd gotten John, the IMA agent had gotten in touch with my supervisor, Anne, who gave me directions to the HR office. After that, she'd showed me to the employee housing dorms, informing me that my roommate would be arriving tomorrow. Today, now. I'd never actually had a random roommate before. All I presently knew about my future living partner was that her name was Penelope, and she was a vampire. 

That seemed like it boded well, at least, because while vampires weren’t actually unable to go in the sunlight, they did prefer the night, and I was something of a night owl myself. Hopefully I at least wouldn't be bothering anyone if I stayed up late reading or knitting. 

I continued to stare at my ceiling as I mulled over everything that had happened - and was about to happen. I actually found myself beginning to drift to sleep, and I might have, had it not been for a knock on my door. I sat up, sliding off my bed. Making my way to the door, I pulled it open. 

A girl about my age stood there. She had long, dark brown hair, and tan, flawless skin. Anne stood next to her. 

“Zoey! I hope you've had a chance to get settled. This is Penelope. Penelope, Zoey.” 

I extended my hand. She shook it. Her hand was cold, but not unpleasantly so. 

“It's nice to meet you,” I said. 

“You too! I think this summer is going to be so fun!” She said, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “I love your pants, by the way.” she gestured down to the patchwork pants I was wearing. 

“Well, I'll let you two get to know each other,” Anne said. She gave us both one more smile, then turned to head down the hallway. 

“So, Anne said you're also working at the gift shop?” Penelope asked, pulling her two suitcases into the room. 

I nodded. “Yeah. You too?” 

“Yep! I've never done anything like this before - gotta say, I wasn't expecting it to be so remote out here! How are you liking it so far?” 

I was already getting the impression that Penelope was far more outgoing than me. 

“It's alright,” I said. “Can I help with luggage or anything?” 

“Nah, I'm good. This is everything - I left most of my stuff at my parents for the summer. So, what brought you out here?” 

I shrugged. “Just needed a job, and I saw this one online. You?” 

That was a highly abbreviated version of the events that had led up to me working at the park, but it wasn't technically a lie. 

“My best friend Angie got a job as a park ranger here - she's been working as a ranger at different parks for like, five years now - and I wasn't doing anything this summer, so we thought it would be super fun if I applied to a job at the gift shop! Ooh, speaking of which, would you mind if she came over in a few?” 

I shook my head. “Not at all.” 

“Awesome! She's on her way over!” 

I briefly wondered what she was going to do if I'd said no, given that it seemed she'd already told Angie it was fine. I didn't dwell on it beyond mild amusement, though. Penelope was already continuing. 

“You know, I've never been to Texas before. There's just so much desert out there! Where are you from?” 

“Connecticut, originally. But I've been living in Seattle the past few years.” 

“I’ve only been there like twice, but it seemed like a cool city,” Penelope said. “What brought you over there?” 

“A relationship. It didn't work out.” 

Thankfully, Penelope seemed to pick up the reluctance in my coffee, as she pivoted away from the subject. “That sucks. Angie and I are both from Colorado. Denver. I’ve lived there pretty much my whole life. I'm pretty sure she's lived too many places to count, on the other hand.” 

Another knock on the door interrupted Penelope. She spun around. 

“That's probably her! You'll love her, she's the best!” 

Penelope opened the door. Two people stood there, both about our age. The first was a tall, slim young woman with curly black hair and dark brown skin. The second was a young man with sandy colored hair and a tan that almost matched. 

“Angie!” Penelope exclaimed, pulling the girl into a hug. Angie returned it. When they parted, she gestured to the man. 

“Do you remember Dave? I worked with him a couple years back at Yosemite.” 

“Of course I remember Dave! How have you been?” 

Dave seemed to be more on the reserved side. Especially compared to Penelope. “Can’t complain,” he said. “You?” 

“Pretty good! Oh, this is Zoey! She’s working at the gift shop too! Zoey, this is my best friend Angie, and her friend Dave.” 

“Hi,” I said. I gave what felt like an awkward wave. 

“Do you guys wanna come in?” Penelope asked. 

“Sure!” Angie accepted her invitation enthusiastically. 

“Okay, so, you guys have to tell me everything. What’s the secret mission like? How’s it going? Have you met him yet?” As Dave and Angie entered the room, Penelope asked them a barrage of questions. I, for my part, had taken a seat on my bed. I raised an eyebrow. 

“Secret mission?” 

Angie and Dave exchanged a glance. 

“It’s not really a secret mission,” Angie began. “The Park Service is…taking part in a diplomatic experiment, sorta? Maybe you heard about how they were going to hire someone from Aphiria?”

I nodded. 

“Well, higher ups thought it would be a good idea if there was a core group of humans that mostly work with said Aphirial, to give everyone some stability.” 

“And that’s them!” Penelope interjected. “So, have you met him?” 

“Yeah,” Dave said flatly. 

“What's he like?” 

“He seems nice. Uh, his name's Easton. He was like a botanist on Aphiria I guess?” Angie responded.

“Is he really that giant? Like, bigger than a Tyastron?” Penelope asked. 

“Oh yeah. Very much so,” Angie said. “I'm sure you guys will meet him sooner or later, working here.” 

“...I met him last night, actually,” I said. 

Angie looked surprised. Dave, meanwhile, had unreadable expression. If I had to guess, it was somewhere between disdain and unease. 

“How'd that go?” He asked. 

“It was kind of fortunate, really, because I was super lost when I got here, and he got John to get in touch with Annie for me. He did seem really nice.” 

“So I'm the only one who hasn't met him? Dammit!” Penelope exclaimed. 

Angie laughed. “Seriously, I'm sure you will soon enough. He's kind of hard to miss.” 

 “I didn't realize how giant Aphirials really were,” I said in agreement. “I mean, I guess that's kind of a no shit statement, because they are giants, but-” 

“It's totally different in person?” Angie guessed. 

I nodded. “Yeah.” 

“I thought the same thing,” she replied. “Which I guess is probably to be expected, cus I don't think very many of us have met an Aphirial.” 

That was probably an understatement. Not only had I not met an Aphirial, I'd never even met anyone who'd met one. As far as I knew, at least. In fact, the only times I'd heard of them prior to this were one of three places. 

The first were horror movies and stories; there was pretty much a film genre dedicated to them, and they tended to pop up in urban legends fairly frequently too. I didn't know anyone who had actually met one, but I knew plenty of people who's fourth cousin's ex-wife's disowned sister's mailman (or something of that nature) had been killed or kidnapped by one. I'd always put as much stock in those stories as I did any other urban legends, which was to say, very little. 

The second was the occasional conspiracy video that pulled up in my recommended feeds. I didn't put much stock in those either. 

The third, and probably most boring, were mentions on the news. Usually just some aside about a new political agreement or diplomatic occurrence with their planet. They seemed to mostly keep to themselves across the galaxies, and it was only recently they'd started having more formal and frequent communication with other planet. 

After last night, I was fairly sure the massive size difference played at least some role in that. Humans, and other human sized earth dwellers, had gotten lucky when we'd become space faring - it turned out that we were pretty much average sized amongst other beings. There was some variation, to be sure, but it was usually within a couple of feet. Tyastrons were already considered giants at only a fraction of the height of an Aphirial. That probably meant our resources weren't particularly tempting to them, leaving little motivation to interact with other planets for much of history. Recent various galactic alignments had finally given some motivation in terms of not wanting to be the odd one out, from what I had heard. 

“God, that sounds so cool. I can't wait to meet him.” Penelope interrupted my thoughts. “Do you think he could pick up a car? A bus? Imagine being able to pick up a bus! That would be so freaky.” 

I thought I saw Dave shift slightly at that comment, but I wasn't sure. And even if I had been, I doubted it was my place to question that. 

I did, however, find myself wondering just how he'd ended up part of this “secret mission” if the unease I sensed was related to Easton. 

Next

[halfmoth-halfman]

and i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Spider!Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: sickness, established relationship, just fluff A/N: big thanks to @writeforfandoms for helping me figure out what kind of spider reader would be and giving me the motivation to finish this fic!! 💜 if you want to read some fun facts about the spider reader is based on, there's a little blurb at the bottom of the fic!!

You wake with a massive headache, your body sluggish, and legs heavy. You can feel your veins throbbing, fighting against every tiny movement. 

It’s your own fault. You should’ve expected this after last night.

(It was foolish to think the night would be easy, but the worst you’d heard of for the first few hours was two muggings and a car thief. You’d let yourself slip into a false sense of security, and that little mistake had allowed Scorpion to catch you off guard.

Still, you weren't one of Miguel's best agents for no reason.

Using your speed to your advantage, you slipped from Scorpion’s grasp and dodged his next swing, taking off across the rooftops in large leaps.

He’s a brutal fighter, always preferring to be up close and personal, and you knew that. You'd let him land a few good hits—let him think he was winning.

He struck again, fist coming at you from the right as his tail swung down. You dropped to the ground, dodging his fist, and rolled just in time for his stinger to lodge into the ground next to your head.

You jumped to your feet, wrapping your limbs around the length of the stinger before the pale green of your suit flexed and the barbs on your legs stabbed into him. Scorpion shouted in pain, dislodging his stinger from the concrete and swinging wildly. The barbs gave you purchase, keeping you attached as venom coursed through your veins, down the barbs, and into his body.

It took a minute for the venom to take effect as he slammed you down into the hard ground, and you forced more out in a moment of panic. It happened two more times before he finally lost control, and the paralysis took over.

Retracting your barbs, you pulled away and stood, his eyes watching you with nothing but unbridled fury. You got to work on wrapping him up in your webbing to be left as a nice present for the cops and called it a night once you spot the flashing lights on the streets below.)

You should’ve known something was wrong by the soreness in your body when you went to bed, but you’d ignored it.

Now you’re paying the price.

You take it easy for the day, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you relax in your apartment and tend to your extensive collection of houseplants.

It doesn’t go away. If anything, you feel worse in the afternoon, fighting to keep your lunch down. You’re two seconds away from giving up and going back to bed when your watch pings, and the hologram of Jessica Drew blocks your hallway.

“Wow, you look rough.”

“Nice to see you too, Jess.” You grimace a smile, moving around her to head for your bedroom.

“Are you okay?” she asks, following you down the hall, her visage passing through the ivy hanging from the ceiling. She watches you flop face-first onto your bed, body half hanging from the mattress.

“Not really,” you mumble, voice muffled by your pillow. You turn to face her, head pounding so hard you can feel it behind your eyes. “Unless you need me for something?”

"You can barely get up," Jess scoffs, a hand on her hip. "You think you can fight right now?"

"Could always use me as bait," you suggest with a weak smile. "All I'd have to do is lay there, and I'm pretty good at that."

"You're not going anywhere."

It's an order, not a request, and one you greatly appreciate.

But there's still that little nagging voice that makes you feel guilty for inconveniencing someone, so you have to ask, "You sure you can handle—"

"You questioning my ability?" Jess snaps. It's playful, not malicious. A raised brow and confident smirk.

"No, ma'am."

“Didn’t think so. You just take it easy for the day, and I’ll check in on you later.” She taps away at her watch, turning to head back down your hallway.

“Sure thing—” you throw a lazy, slightly painful thumbs up, “—Do me a favor, though?”

Jess pauses, looking back at you over her shoulder.

“Don’t tell Miguel. You know how he gets.”

Jess rolls her eyes, muttering something you don’t quite catch.

“I won’t say anything, but you know he’s gonna find out, right?”

“I’ll burn that bridge when I get to it.”

“Just get some rest,” she laughs with a slight shake of her head before heading down your hallway.

“Yes, ma’am.”

"And stop calling me ma'am!"

Orange illuminates your hallway in quick, vibrant flashes and Jess is gone.

You’re startled awake by the faint sound of plastic rattling in your kitchen.

It’s late, the only light in your room, the pale glow of moonlight flooding in through your window. You push yourself onto your side, body protesting the entire way as you roll to face your wide open door and the silhouette of your plants against the light from the kitchen.

You tuck your arm against your chest, wrists and webs aimed at the hallway waiting for this intruder to make their appearance.

Just because you can barely move doesn’t mean you can’t defend yourself. 

The kitchen light turns off, and your apartment is encased in darkness. You blink once, twice, three times, and your vision clears, adjusting flawlessly to pitch black. You lie in wait, listening for footsteps and watching for the briefest movements.

The hallway ivy gently swings, and Miguel appears from your kitchen, dressed down in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He walks down the hall, a glass in one hand and batting at the drooping plants with the other. 

You let out a long exhale, relaxing into the bed as he waltzes into your room. 

“What’re you doing here?” you rasp, voice soft and sleep-filled. 

“Jess said you were sick,” Miguel states as if it’s the most obvious answer in the world. 

Of course, she did. 

“I’m not si–what are you doing?” You watch as Miguel sets the glass on your nightstand, then leans down and crawls over you to settle behind you on your bed. 

“Bringing you water?” he scoffs. You feel the bed dip and shake with his movements but have no energy to turn to figure out what the hell he’s doing. “Brought you some soup, too. I thought you were asleep, so I put it in the fridge.”

“I don’t need soup.”

“You’re sick. When you’re sick, you eat soup.”

“It’s not that kind of sick.” 

The bed stills as Miguel pauses. A beat of silence before, “How bad is it?”

“Not sure,” you sigh, and the bed shifts again. This time Miguel slides his arm under your knees, the other looping around your torso to lift you up and help you sit up against your headboard. 

“Scorpion caught me by surprise,” you explain, watching him pull your legs into his lap so he can roll up the legs of your loose pajama pants and trail his fingers along your skin–a touch you barely feel. “I think I overdid it.”

“How do you feel?” Miguel asks, focused solely on his inspection of your legs. 

“Heavy.” 

He hums, nodding more to himself than to you. He stops when he gets to your left thigh, giving a sharp inhale.

“Found a small cut. Got a bunch of green and yellow veins around it,” he mutters. “Think your venom might’ve got in.”

Well, that would explain it. 

You groan out your frustration, and Miguel rolls your pajamas back down. He turns to you with a small, barely there half-smile of sympathy. “You need anything?”

“Nah, it’ll wear off in a day or two,” you sigh with a sad attempt at a shrug.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“I think I know how my own venom works, babe.”

“So stubborn sometimes,” he mutters, shaking his head. You huff out a laugh, using what little strength you have to nudge him with your knee. 

“Look who’s talking,” you tease. He rolls his eyes, but you see the corners of his mouth quirk as he fights back a smile. You open your mouth to continue, and hopefully coax out that handsome smile he so rudely keeps hidden from you, but a long yawn stretches out from your throat instead.

“Think I’m gonna go back to sleep,” you mumble, eyes already heavy and sliding shut. “You can go back if you need to.”

“Jess can handle things for a day or two,” Miguel argues, sliding your legs from his lap to help you lay down. 

“I’ll be fine, Miguel. I promise.”

“I know you will,” he states, lying down next to you, “because I’ll be here to make sure of it.” He’s using his bossy voice, leaving no room for argument. You'd find it incredibly hot if you weren’t feeling so awful. 

“So stubborn sometimes,” you laugh, eyes shut as you pitch your voice lower in a poor impression of him.

“I thought you were tired,” he scoffs. 

You peek one eye open, a teasing smirk crawling across your face. “Tired? When I have such a handsome man in my bed? How could–”

You let out a very undignified squeak as Miguel uses his strength to roll you over and face you away from him. You don’t have the chance to argue as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you tight against his chest to bury his face into your neck.

If you didn’t know him so well, you’d be worried you’d annoyed him, but you know it’s only his attempt to avoid a compliment and hide the redness in his cheeks. 

“Go to sleep,” he grumbles against you, a soft shiver shooting across your neck. You relent, allowing him the reprieve from your teasing and letting your body rest.

You teeter on the edge of sleep, slowly moving your hand to rest over the arm around your hips and relaxing into the warm body behind you. “Goodnight, Miguel.” 

The last thing you hear is a soft goodnight, with the gentle caress of Miguel weaving his fingers through your own.

some spider facts!

✧ this reader is based on the lynx spider, or more specifically, the genus Peucetia!

Using your speed to your advantage, you slipped from Scorpion’s grasp and dodged his next swing, taking off across the rooftops in large leaps.

✧ lynx spiders are known for being very speedy runners and exceptional leapers!

You jumped to your feet, wrapping your limbs around the length of the stinger before the pale green of your suit flexed and the barbs on your legs stabbed into him.

✧ lynx spiders have large spiny bristles on their legs and in many species the bristles form almost a basket-like structure that may assist in confining the prey that they grasp, and protect the spider from its struggles.

It took a minute for the venom to take effect as he slammed you down into the hard ground, and you forced more out in a moment of panic. It happened two more times before he finally lost control, and the paralysis took over.

✧ now normally, it's the female lynx spiders that will "spit" venom that can cause a type of paralysis, however i changed it up a little to have it come from the barbs just to keep it a little more gender neutral.

You take it easy for the day, not bothering to change out of your pajamas as you relax in your apartment and tend to your extensive collection of houseplants.

✧ lynx spiders are known to frequent flowers, often times using their green coloring to hide along the stalks so they can ambush pollinators

The kitchen light turns off, and your apartment is encased in darkness. You blink once, twice, three times, and your vision clears, adjusting flawlessly to pitch black. You lie in wait, listening for footsteps and watching for the briefest movements.

✧ lynx spiders have very keen eyesight that they rely on when stalking, chasing, or ambushing prey, and also in avoiding enemies.

“Found a small cut. Got a bunch of green and yellow veins around it,” he mutters. “Think your venom might’ve got in.”

✧ just a little nod to the green and yellow coloring lynx spiders will often have to help them blend in against flower stalks

[ashdreams2023]

Can I request Loki x fem!reader please. Loki crush on her. But she is cold, distant, outspoken, stubborn, rebellious, always does her job alone, and is also a very mature person. From the outside, she looks arrogant, self-confident and unapproachable. Her eyebrows are constantly furrowed and she rarely smiles. But at heart she is very compassionate and helpful and works for the good of people. She is talented and creative. What does Loki think of her and how does he approach her?

Didn’t know what to call this one but here you go love

Loki x female serious agent reader

He would immediately assumes you’re some brainless idiot who’s an adrenaline junkie

A part of him is annoyed by it but another part sorta of admires the I don’t give a fuck attitude

He does like how outspoken you are, expressing feelings isn’t something many can stomach

"You jumped into the burning building because you thought you heard someone screaming?…are you out of your mind?!"

"Hey that’s what hero’s are supposed to do!"

A lot of the time you keep to yourself though, staying in one corner during parties or events

"You should get a drink, you need it" "I’ll pass"

Loki wasn’t deaf either, he could hear the comments that get thrown behind your back and how people are so judgmental

Although you don’t seem to care, which he didn’t believe, for he knows how words can hurt

On the rare occasions where you seem in a lighter mood he takes it as a chance to get to know the one only a couple will see

You have a beautiful smile, he would note the first time you expressed joy in front of him

You’re also very smart and helpful, you helped him fix the torn leather of his jacket and even convinced the others to listen to his stories and not just Thor’s side

His first birthday present on earth was from you

"You got me a wrist watch?" "You’ve mentioned you liked their designs a while ago"

He’s baffled because he said that once and it was like ten months before

You always go alone on missions and he wanted to tag along just to see what’s that was about but everyone stopped him

But he does go through your files, he’s impressed to say the least with the amount of green flags

"You should smile more" "and women hate being told to smile" "….fair enough"

At one point Loki decides you need to let lose and kidnapped took you out

"How is this not illegal!?" "Because you’re having fun"

As much as you may like to deny it, you did have fun, he gave you a break, a well deserved break at that

Loki steals glances at you whenever he could and by the end of the night he finds that he really likes this side of but he already knew he liked it you as a whole

"I guess this was a nice change…thanks" you would smile and kiss his cheek goodbye before leaving back to your dorm

Loki stands there with a little tingle in his chest and walks back to his room with a lazy smirk on his face

The next morning you have breakfast together and your knees are touching underneath the table

[mayasdeluca]

Wynonna Earp: Vengeance Thoughts

I've watched the special twice now so I've put some thoughts together on how I felt about it. Overall I thought it was really good and Emily did a good job of balancing both appealing it to new viewers who may not be attached to these characters but having a plot that they could be intrigued by and also still going back to the show's roots and making it about everything we know and love with these characters. I'm going to put more detailed thoughts under the cut, feel free to share yours either on the post or by messaging me and we can discuss! And also keep watching so we give it a bunch of views and a good chance to have more than just this special :)

The beginning of the movie starting with Nedley and Mercedes was unexpected but so good. Sad that Mercedes had to be sacrificed right away, Dani Kind is awesome but the way they did that with her body spelling out ‘Earp’ was insane ad fit this show perfectly.

Wynonna walking through the casino to ‘Tell That Devil’ was perfect and gave me all the feels. 

Wayhaught’s first scene was adorable and so them. The Bunny interruption was perfect too. Loved her little involvement lol

I never really liked Wynonna and Doc romantically (Team Dolls all the way) so a lot of their involvement I didn’t really care for (though I do love Tim so it’s hard to not care for Doc completely). Their dynamic has always been sort of odd to me though. 

Wynonna putting on the leather jacket before making her way back to Purgatory was another iconic moment. 😭❤️

All the Wynonna/Waverly/Nicole scenes in the movie were perfect. I wish we had more. Wynonna teasing them any chance she could and Nicole giving it to her right back. The scene when Wynonna just returns home was one of my favorites in the whole special. The stairs comment was my favorite Kat’s delivery of ‘Shut your mouth’ 😂 her comment on the chore wheel “It’s your turn to clean the baseboards…whatever that means in gay’ 😂

Wynonna and Waverly drunk at Mercedes wake and Nicole having to deal with their stupidity 😂 that whole sequence was absolute chaos in the best way

Loved Nicole and Nedley’s heart to heart ❤️ their dynamic is so special and important 

They really put Nicole through hell (as usual) and we got to see her be badass which I love. Also kudos to Kat for doing all this physical stuff while being pregnant. She’s amazing. 

Waverly and Wynonna having a heart to heart in front of the fire just like old times ❤️

The scene of Waverly, Wynonna, Nicole and Doc at the table really felt so right. The four of them are so good together. 

The flashbacks of younger Wynonna to tie in her connection to the villain were really well done and especially the shots of present Wynonna seeing some of it. Great directing choice.

Nicole and Wynonna telling each other the hard truths all while being incredibly entertaining is my favorite thing. And in contrast seeing Doc and Waverley’s relationship is so great too. 

This Black Badge Agent was incredibly underwhelming. A poor man’s Dolls and did nothing for me. I saw Emily’s explanation about not wanting to have too many familiar characters (as a reason why Jeremy wasn’t more involved) but this guy was just..meh. 

The way they just casually dropped a kids mention with Wayhaught only to be interrupted right after…I think it makes sense that Nicole is ready for kids and Waverly isn’t (yet) because she still needs to explore and do things she hasn’t been able to yet but I do hope if they are able to do more that it’s brought up again

Nicole having to save Waverly from a dark goo (again) was a nice touch and I loved seeing that whole sequence (acted brilliantly by both Dom and Kat) Also all the times Nicole said fuck 😂

Wynonna and Doc porch scenes are always so heartbreaking. 😭 I don’t have much of an attachment to them together but Mel and Tim are so good in these kinds of scenes. 

The amount of ‘baby’ mentions for Wayhaught in this special made me super happy 😍

This Wayhaught convo about Waverly needing to go do her thing with Black Badge and Nicole assuring her they can handle it was so good. They are so in love and precious. “I wish I could be the one to show you the world.” 😭 My favorite line. Ugh I want that for them so bad! 

The Wynonna and Nedley convo at the cemetery was so good too. I love that this show/cast can basically put any two people together in a scene and they’re so good together in said scene. 

Wayhaught on stakeout duty up top while Wynonna and Doc handle things on the ground was epic. And then when Nedley joined in…amazing lol

Loved seeing Wynonna being the badass we know her to be and taking care of things in her chaotic way and getting Nicole’s wedding ring back 🥰

I’m still shocked they went there with Doc and killing him but I do think it will end up being temporary if they end up doing more. It’s so sad to do that to Wynonna AGAIN too after she dealt with Dolls dying on top of everything else…stop torturing this poor woman already!! 

It also seemed odd to me how none of them really had a reaction to Doc’s death…wonder if that was supposed to mean something. I’m glad they had Jeremy show up at this point though. 

Wayhaught’s goodbye before Waverly leaves 😭 and Waverly saying goodbye to Wynonna too 😭…but excited for Waverly to have this journey and now Wynonna and Nicole working together…it leaves so much left for them to still do which I like. 

Nedley watching Nicole and Wynonna like a proud dad ❤️ great ending with the last shot being that sign and Earp mailbox...very well done! 

I do wish Rachel could have been involved (I loved her dynamic with Nicole especially in Season 4 and she is so Wayhaught's child) but Emily kind of explained that we'll see why she wasn't involved in the audiobook thing so I'm intrigued by that.

I also was kind of hoping we'd get more of just Wayhaught in general but of course I'm biased since they're my favorite part of the show/series and that we'd get more of them being intimate together but it was a lot more of it being implied (which I did enjoy and found funny especially in the way Wynonna would do it) and I get they only had a certain amount of time but now it's just made me want more of them in general so I do hope we get more now 🤞🏻

[traningdummy]

Happy Regrets

Javier Peña X Male Reader

Y/n L/n always thought he had a sense of self control, he never gave into others wishes if he didn’t want to. Always doing what he wanted, not caring for what the others think of him. Yet he fell for one thing, one man.

Javier Peña, the playboy, the man who slept with all of his informants to get what he wanted. The man who was shameless with who he flirted with, especially to get what he wanted. Almost everyone in the office knew to not give into his flirts, as most knew it would lead to regret.

Yet as much as he knew, Y/n didn’t care for the regret. The other agent was hot, sexy, and funny to him. He was ready to risk it all just for one night with the man. His friends even tried to warn him, but one flaw about Y/n. When he has his mind set no one could convince him otherwise.

“Y/n, who knows how many people he’s slept with?” Jasmin told him as they ate their lunch, Y/n sighed as he finished his lunch.

“I do Jas, I know I’m going to regret it later but that’s a problem for future me. Present me is going to get laid.” Y/n replied as he cleaned up his mess, she sighed but laughed.

“Well, just make sure no one else knows about this okay? You know how some people around her get.” Jasmine warned her best friend, and he nodded. While some places were somewhat accepting, Columbia isn’t one of those places.

As they came back from the break room they left for each other’s stations. As Y/n was working he saw the man he wanted to bed, Javier Peña, leaning on his desk.

“Nice suit Javi, what’s the occasion?” He asked and the other man sighed tugging on the collar.

“Got a new partner coming, so I got to look somewhat presentable.” He told Y/n who nodded. “I was wondering, are you free tonight? After I show him around I was planning to head to the bar.” Javi said and the other man nodded, a smile on his face.

“Sure, see you then Javi.” Y/n said with a grin, watching as the other man left his office. He kept his smile on as he worked throughout the day, as he couldn’t help but be excited for what the day planned for them both.

•••

“So you have a date with the man himself?” Jasmine asked Y/n, he nodded as he helped her pack up. They both finished work and he wanted to stay and help her, and also talk about what happened today.

“I’m excited, we’re heading to a bar after work so who knows.” He told her and she nodded, the two kept talking as they walked to her car. “Now you have a good night Jas, I got a few more things to go pack up.” Y/n said and she nodded, giving him a hug before leaving.

As he went back into the office he realized that almost everyone else was gone. He sighed and went to his desk, looking through his drawers to find some papers he needed to organize. That was until he heard a chair move, he looked back and saw Javier.

“Dios mío, me has asustado.” He said with a sigh, the other man apologized and turned on a lamp to brighten the room. “What’s up Javi?” He asked, going back to look through his drawers again.

“The bar I wanted us to go to is closed for some reason, so I was wondering if you wanted to go back to my place.” Javier asked and Y/n nodded, and he stared at Y/n’s ass the whole time he was looking for the papers.

“Do you like the show?” Y/n spoke up, and Javier coughed a little to look away. Making the other man laugh as he got his papers. “I got my papers, ready?” He asked and Javier nodded, and the two left the office.

The car ride there was quiet, only music from the radio was playing as Javier rubbed Y/n’s thighs softly. He didn’t expect such a soft expression from the man, but he welcomed the soft feeling. Feeling like the stress from the day began to slowly fade away, closing his eyes until the car stopped.

“We’re here.” Javier said and Y/n nodded, getting out and followed the other man inside his room. As soon as the door closed behind them, Javier was on Y/n’s body. “I didn’t think you would be so fast.” He muttered, his face and body feeling hot from all the touches.

“Only for you amor.” Javier mumbled as he kept assaulting Y/n with kisses, soon he removed the man’s shirt and moved to his room. Y/n then removed Javier’s shirt and pants before letting the other man do the same. Now the two were nearly naked, making out and touching each other like they other would disappear.

After the endless touches, Y/n finally removed both his and Javier’s boxers. Both of the men were hard like rocks, tips red and ready to be touched finally. Javier leaned back on his bed before locking his eyes with Y/n, he nodded and the other man went down.

As he sucked on Javier’s cock he moaned softly feeling the man messing with his hair. The vibrations making the other man shiver with pleasure, letting him work on his cock. It took Javier almost all of his willpower to not buck his hips, but it was broken when he looked into Y/n’s eyes.

The e/c made him seem like what he was doing was innocent, yet they both knew it was unholy yet it felt so good. So he grabbed his head with both of his hands and thrusted into Y/n’s mouth, enough to make sure both of them felt pleasure as he did.

Y/n felt like he was in heaven as he let Javier abuse his throat with his dick. He swore the room spun around him like he was drunk, yet he was perfectly sober. Yet the thoughts stopped when he was pulled up to Javier’s face, his thumb under his chin.

The two looked at each other, Y/n with his mouth agape with a string of saliva going from his mouth to Javier’s cock. Javier had a proud look on his face as he took in the other man’s face, he looked fucked out his mind and that’s exactly what he wanted.

“What do you want, amor?” He asked Y/n, rubbing his chin softly with his thumb.

Instead of answering Y/n laid down and pulled Javier with him. He looked around and gave the man the lube, Javier looked at him and he nodded. So he sat up and lubed up a few fingers before pushing one in, loving the whimpers from Y/n.

As he put in more he thrusted them in and out, hearing the whimpers and groans become louder and more frequent. Soon enough Y/n was stretched out enough and he positioned himself, he gave the man under him one last look and got a hasty nod.

He slowly inserted himself into Y/n, watching the pleasure form on his face. As he bottomed out he let the other man catch his breath, kissing his neck and chest as he did. “Ready.” Y/n mumbled and Javier nodded, and he soon began to thrust in and out.

Starting off slow yet rough, he made sure Y/n was still comfortable. Yet Y/n being who he was wanted more, so he yawned and Javier scoffed. “You’re gonna regret it.” He whispered to him, before immediately changing the pace to fast and ruthless.

Y/n immediately moaned loudly as his prostate was getting abused over and over, he didn’t realize it when he came on his own stomach. Yet that didn’t stop Javier’s assault on his ass, yet he couldn’t speak or form any coherent words so all he could muster up were broken moans and whimpers.

But thankfully Javier soon began to slow down, his thrusts were still precise on hitting Y/n’s prostate but were slowing down. “Mierda, estoy cerca. You want it Y/n?” He asked and the man could only nod hastily, and Javier finally came in the other man. Both of them were sweaty, hot, and tired.

•••

“So how was it with the man himself?” Jas asked Y/n as they worked in his office. Just getting a reminder of that night made him shudder, with pleasure and satisfaction. “I saw you walking in with a serious limp, I think most people think you twisted your ankle.” She added and he laughed quietly.

“Thank god, but it was amazing if I’m being honest with you.” Y/n told her and she nodded with a smile. As they worked Javier knocked on the door, both looked over and Y/n got an immediate blush on his face.

“Got your files, you left them in my car.” He said and gave Y/n the files before leaving. As he did Jasmine looked to see Y/n’s blushing face, she smiled before helping him organize the files on his desk.

Y/n opened the file and saw a small note, he opened it and realized it was Javier’s handwriting. Yet before he could read it all Jas swiped it from his hands. “Let me guess, a love note?” She asked and he sputtered, no coherent answer came out and she laughed.

She read it and smiled brightly, handing it back over to Y/n. “I knew it was a fucking love note, but I didn’t see him as the type of man to settle down with anyone.” She said and Y/n nodded, feeling weird about the playboy wanting to settle down and date him.

“Well, I guess I’m different from the others.” Y/n said and Jasmine laughed but nodded. As they finished organizing the files Javier watched Y/n, a smile on his face before leaving to see what Steve was doing.

Translations

Mierda, estoy cerca.- Shit. I’m close

Dios mío, me has asustado.- Homy shit, you scared me.

[felassan]

if you missed the live N7 Day 2023 cast reunion panel, the rewatch link is here.

here are some notes on trivia and other bits of particular interest from the panel, under a cut due to length –

An audition D.C. Douglas did for Legion can be listened to here. he said it's quite different to what you may expect. He also mentioned an audition for Legion where he was given a eulogy to read and the voice direction from BioWare was that they were looking for something like HAL 9000 but with a little more emotion.

D.C. said on Legion's death scene[s], "it's the innocent emotion coming through" "but with the intellectual understanding of the macro".

Alix Wilton Regan originally auditioned for EDI, didn't get it and then was called back for Sam. BioWare were like "[Sam]'s really London"; AWR was like "I'm from London, I got this, I can do London". months later she was recording for Sam, saw lines for EDI coming up and wondered "who was the woman that got the role of EDI?" when she heard EDI's voice, she was like "omg, she's so hot, yeah I totally get it, I had a real life crush on her in the booth playing Sam, who had a crush on her in the game. I was like 'ohh.. now I get it, I hear it, I see what went on in casting'".

some of the earliest stuff Mark Meer did in ME was a lot of demo stuff, like figuring out how various alien species would sound. BioWare brought him in very early on, during the concept art stages. this is what he was working on for BioWare and then they 'basically upgraded him'. He did a presentation for BioWare demoing how a typical salarian could sound, how a typical krogan would sound, etc, and during this presentation BW had him do some scratch dialogue as a salarian bartender. there was a scene where the bartender was talking to Shepard, who Mark was also voicing during the scene, so he was basically talking to himself. during this process BioWare said that they would like him to audition for the role of m Shepard. "After call backs etc, the rest is history". when BW told Mark, oh btw, f Shepard is played by Jennifer Hale, Mark was super thrilled. "It was like being told the other person in the dual role was Meryl Streep or something".

when Ali Hillis got the role of Liara, at that time she was with her first voiceover agent. Liara's voice in the games is pretty similar to the voice Ali first came up with for her for the audition. they also gave Liara a bit of a mid-Atlantic accent in the first game.

Ash Sroka auditioned for the roles of Liara, Tali and one other character. for the Tali read, she was given a long monologue about Tali's Pilgrimage. she left the booth thinking that if she didn't get the part it was okay, because she'd gotten to read this beautiful monologue and really feel that character. she felt an instant alignment with Tali.

for Grunt's audition, Steve Blum pitched his voice as deep as he could. BioWare said to him that they were going to be pitching Grunt's voice down in post-processing, so he didn't have to do that, but he couldn't help himself and did it anyway. he said that Grunt is a "half-ton child" and self-described as a half-ton child, so things worked out really well. he also mentioned that "it helped me personally, because I'm emotionally under-developed and Grunt is a baby so it was some nice free paid therapy for me, and the fact that people actually responded to it was a bonus, it's kind of amazing".

William Salyers didn't realize he was being brought in to take over the role of Mordin in ME3. he'd been sent audio references and knew that this was a species found throughout the game, and thought that the character he'd be doing was going to be like an assistant or something. the first day in the booth, BW asked him "do you think you can do the match [match the ME2 voice]?" and he was like "I don't know what you're talking about but yes". William was in ME2 as 'Incidental voices' and felt rly fortunate to 'graduate' to Mordin in ME3. when recording Mordin's death-redemption scene in ME3, he & the voice director were both in tears.

for the voice direction in ME1, BW wanted it to feel like an episode of 24 - they didn't want dialogue lines being like screamed or yelled out like they were in a lot of games from around that time. it was supposed to be much more realistic and human in feel.

when developing Kaidan's voice, BW asked Raphael Sbarge to speak to a stickie note on the wall, because they wanted it to feel like there's a sort of sense of the military, that cadence that comes from really speaking to someone else in a directed way.

Shepard and ME have a very special place in Jennifer Hale's heart

a submitted question from the community asked Mark and Jennifer how their perception of Shepard evolved throughout the trilogy. Mark said that the way it was explained to him by BW was that, as they went, they had a little more leeway in Shepard in showing the toll the war was taking on them. "We also got to watch Shepard develop these relationships with the characters in the games. These were their closest friends, their true companions through all of this." this made it possible to sort of humanize Shepard more and more as the series progressed. Shep starts out very by the books regardless of paragon/renegade etc, they're very military, an officer, they're used to giving orders and used to being under pressure. and especially by the time they got to ME3, it was now like, "now you can show a little bit more vulnerability, now you can show a crack in the shell a little bit, especially after the events of ME2 where Shepard literally dies and was resurrected, what does that do to a person?" Mark mentioned that he thinks this is common to all versions of Shepard. by the time you get to ME3 there's a real sense of getting "past the armor, emotionally and spiritually". Jennifer agreed and added that the way voice acting was done in video games also developed over the years from ME1-ME3. by ME3 it was more done in the way like how you would shoot a film, that kind of acting.

Jennifer mentioned that both she and Shep are really freakin stubborn

on Next Mass Effect:

a submitted comment from the community said "Hopefully we get to see or hear you again taking part in the continuation of the Mass Effect story in any way." Jennifer replied "yes, I vote yes to all that".

Ali talked about the moment she discovered Liara was going to be in the next ME. "I have a couple of friends who are close friends and really big ME fans. Usually they're the first ones to alert me of anything ME before I ever see it in the trades, online, on socials etc". she clicked on the link to the trailer she was sent "and I was like.. wait.. what? I think I was just looking at the link and then had to play it again, and then probably like a lot of you I tried to zoom in on it and look at it, like is that...?"

here D.C. said "Um, asking as the voice of an entire species [the geth], do you, you didn't know anything?" Ali said "No, I had no idea, do we ever? I think as we all know, seeing something like that is no guarantee of anything. I was like, is that Liara? Liara's daughter? Liara's mother? is that back in time, is that forward in time? I know as much as anyone, but it was really shocking. like when you were a kid on your birthday and there's a big wrapped present from your parents and you don't know what it is. I know as much as you guys, your guess is as good as mine."

Mark: "As far as what I'm looking forward to, there are endless possibilities. Again as Ali said we, we know about as much as you know, so it could go anywhere. past, future, who can say? Are we gonna see, is this gonna be the First Contact War? is this gonna be far in the far future? where could we go? The Codex is very big as those who have spent ingame time reading it know and that's a very well thought out and fleshed out universe, so the possibilities are endless".

Jennifer: "Just to add to that, what I always tell everybody in the community is email [BioWare] and tell them what you want. they don't know if you don't tell them. telling us doesn't, we appreciate it so much but it actually won't get anything done."

Raphael: "If you feel strongly, we would encourage you to speak up [on that]".

a submitted question from the community asked the cast what they're most excited to see in the next game. AWR: "We're most excited to to see us in the next game, right [winking theatrically]". the cast were all like 'yeah' and nodding and AWR said "emails, emails, emails".

D.C: "The poster, the teaser poster that they put out for Mass Effect 5 shows what looks to be a crater and the outline of Legion and it looks like there's a little dead geth in that poster, so all I know is, and I am the voice of all geth, so."

[source]

[ravensinthedaylight]

Blow out the Candles - Blackhill x Daughter!Reader

Hii! Could you write about teen who is nats kid, nat and maria have been together for some time and now maria wants to like adopt nats kid.

I hope you understand what I mean 😅 have a nice day ❣️

Also a post made:

I need a fic where Nat and Maria are together and teen reader is nats daughter and for her bday Maria wants to adopt her

Readers Age: 11 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive an envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

@tynix I hope this is ok!

You first met Maria Hill before the fall of SHIELD when you were around seven.

She was a nice woman, she was stern and strict, but she was nice.

She was your Mama's commander. And she was surprisingly great with kids, something that the majority of the SHIELD agents and officials couldn't wrap their heads around. Tony Stark's jaw dropped to the ground when he had seen her interacting with you and four of Clint Barton's children, Kate, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

You never understood the 'Hardass Hill' nickname she was given.

When SHIELD fell and after your Mama had avoided prosecution for the files she had leaked life changed, but not for the worst, well not really.

It was hard to get used to. Instead of your mom having her own apartment she took Tony up on his offer to move to the tower. That was the best part.

You were introduced to so many new people, all of your mama's team mates became your uncles, even. You loved it at Avengers tower.

The original six Avengers weren't the only occupants of the tower, of course. There was Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts and most importantly Maria Hill.

You didn't know what it was about Maria that made you like her so much, you supposed it was just because she was so damn cool.

You would even argue that she was just as cool as your Mama. Which you would never say to her face, of course.

A few times a week while you were watching TV in the common room Maria would come in and sit down on the couch with you along with a bowl of pop corn. She would place it in between the two of you. Now looking back it was clearly an act to win you over, and it worked.

It was an unspoken tradition by this time. You supposed that you were both friends. That made you happy. You liked being friends with Maria.

After two or three months of that, your mama started to join in, she would sit in between the two of you with the popcorn on her lap. This made the two of you sit closer to her.

When you were all in the middle of the movie 'Up' you noticed they were both holding hands. You looked up at your Mama, and then over to Maria, and go gave them both the traditional Romanoff smirk. It seemed your Mama like Maria even more than you did.

It didn't take long for Maria and Natasha to finally tell you they were dating, and you couldn't have been happier.

Today was the day you turned eleven, and you wanted to spend the day with both your Mama and your Masha, but there was one problem.

Maria wasn't there.

You woke up bright an early, which sent Natasha's plans to make you breakfast in bed out the window.

"Mama?” You spoke softly as Natasha placed your blueberry pancakes in front of you on the kitchen island.

"Detka?" She replied as she took a seat beside you, placing her hand soothingly on your back as she did so.

"Where's Masha?"

"Masha feels bad she couldn't be here this morning, malysh. She had some really important work to do for Fury"

You nodded. "Will she be back for my party?"

Natasha spooned nutella onto your pancakes. "| don't know, but what I do know is that she'll definitely try"

You accepted that. "You're staying here, though. No working today? Since it's my birthday"

She leaned in and placed a kiss on your crown. "Not even if the battle of New York was to repeat itself this very second would I ever think of leaving you today"

You wrapped her arms around her neck and she pulled you onto her lap, you may be eleven but you would never be too old for moments like these.

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Somehow your Mama had been convinced to allow Tony to plan your party (which was a surprise up until yesterday when Tony had excitedly let it slip)

It was a fun party (how could it not be Tony Stark had thrown it, he never spared expense on anything) an everyone had a great time, including yourself.

But there was just one thing missing, one thing Tony had failed to get but something he couldn't buy.

Masha.

You had kept telling yourself that she would show up, despite knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't.

And it hurt a bit. But you were a big girl. You were 11.

You slept in your mama's bed with her that night. It had been early morning when she dragged you upstairs from the party when your eyes started to droop, you got dressed and hopped straight into her bed.

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed.

It was around six am when Maria arrived back to the apartment. She seemed exhausted, also.

But she tried not to wake you and your Mama as she got herself into sleep clothes.

But you were awake anyway. Some sort of hurt in your chest.

Maria got into bed on the other side of you, your back was to her, your hand was holding Natasha's.

She placed a firm kiss on the back of your head, afterwards going to pull your 'sleeping' form closer to her in what would have been a cuddle, but that was the last thing you wanted from her right now, she hadn't even wished you a happy birthday yesterday, hadn't asked Mama to pass on a messege and/or hadn't even left a card or anything.

You slowly slid away to escape her reach and wrapped yourself around your Mama, who pulled you closer to her, not understanding what was going on and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You didn't see Maria's face, but for some reason you felt guilty and hoped that hadn't hurt her feelings too bad, you just wanted to prove a point

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The next morning when you woke up they were both gone, but the blanket had been pulled tightly over you.

You slowly got up, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor.

You walked quietly into the kitchen, with the thin blanket Natasha kept at the end of her bed around you.

"I really just don't understand why they keep fighting us on this! All they have to do is sign some stupid papers."

"I know but it's not simple, she's your daughter, Nat."

"I know but Y/N never wants to go to back Russia again. You know what happened to us there."

That perked your interest, they didn't seem to notice you at the door, so you hid behind it and listened.

"It's not that simple, she was born and... raised... in that country and she's still a minor. They still have a bit of control"

"Raised." Nat scoffed.

"Either way, very soon we'll get the turnout we want and her guardianship will be granted, and then we can have our own little family"

You put the pieces together in your mind because of that one sentence. Maria's words hitting far too close to home. You seemed to be misunderstanding.

"I think we could get a better trainer, too. She needs to know these things if-"

You stood at the door, eyes filling with tears and shaking slightly.

It was then Natasha noticed you.

"How's my eleven-year-old doi-"

"You're sending me back?!"

Natasha looked at Maria wide eyed and then back to you.

"What?"

"You're getting rid of me! You're sending me back to Russia! You're sending me back there! You don't want me anymore!" You cried.

Natasha almost jumped off her chair and raced in front of you.

"Y/N no no no no no!"

"You don't want me! Now that I'm older! They want me back there!!!!" You were breathing faster now, not really thinking clearly.

"Y/N stop it, we're having a miscommunication!"

Maria was making her way over to the two of you.

"No! You said you wanted to start your own little family! I heard you!" You cried, stepping back from the two women who were kneeling down to you, Natasha had her arms out. "You don't need me anymore! You don't want me anymore!"

“Sweetheart come here! Let me hug you, we all need to calm down!"

"No! You said that the guardianship would be granted! And you nodded! You're giving me back to Russia!"

"Bambina that's not what I meant." Maria said softly, "And even if it was, that's not how it works."

Natasha went to move closer to you. "Baby-"

“Now that you have your new life you don't want anything that reminds you of your old one, of there! That means you don't want me." You were spiralling now, your chest was closing in, it felt harder and harder to breath.

Natasha gasped, as if the very thought appalled her, but you didn't buy it, you weren't in the right state of mind.

"Y/N, you're the reason I got through all that! If it wasn't for you-"

"You're lying!"

"No, sweet pea, l'm not." Natasha put two hands on your shoulders, causing you to sob.

"Please don't send me back there Mama!"

Natasha's heart broke. "I don't wanna go back, they were bad."

It was Masha who picked you up and placed you on her lap.

The three of you sat on the floor of the kitchen at 10AM, and there was already a child who was hyperventilating uncontrollably and two adults who were both shook after the events.

Maria rubbed your back. Turning so you couldn't see the tears on Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you" Maria murmured. "I could've worded that better."

You hiccuped and nodded. "t's ok, just don't send me back."

Maria gave you a squeeze. "Never."

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You were still startled an hour later. Natasha sat you on her lap while she sat in on the couch, you both watched Harry Potter.

You were both quiet.

"You're the best part of my life." Natasha told you. "Even the thought of not seeing you everyday, not having you with me, not having you safe and protected, it makes me sick, physically sick."

You nodded. "Я люблю вас."

Natasha smiled. "я тоже тебя люблю."

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Two days later you sat at the kitchen island eating your cheerios, what happened a few days ago still fresh in your mind, neither Nat or Maria spoke about it, which you were thankful for.

Maria entered the kitchen with files in her had, a usual thing considering what she did for a living.

She sat across from you, pulling out the box of cornflakes.

"I'm sorry I was so busy, bubs."

You nodded. "It's ok. I get it."

"It's not ok. I didn't get you a card or even a present."

"That doesn't matter, Masha." You insisted.

Maria smiled at you knowingly and waved the envelope she entered with. "So I guess you don't want this?"

You went to say something but quickly shut your mouth, making Maria have to suppress a laugh.

You didn't want to make it too obvious. But boy you wanted that envelope.

"I wouldn't mind. You already got it which I'm thankful for."

Maria snorted. "Here."

You tried not to be too quick in grabbing the envelope, but you were almost positive you failed.

You ripped it open and pulled out the letter inside.

Although your eyes darted to Maria once they scanned the document.

"What does this mean?" You didn't know wether to believe this or not, it seemed to be too good to be true.

*It means that me, you and your mama will be a real, legal, little family. Just the three of us. But only if you want this."

You stared at Maria for a good thirty seconds, although you could feel her getting more and more nervous the more you stayed quiet.

"Is this what you were talking bout with Mama the other morning?"

Masha nodded. "it is, Bubba."

"So... when you said that you and Mama could have your own little family. You meant the three of us. Not just you and Mama."

"Exactly, sweetheart."

"So you don't wanna send me back?"

"Never in a million years."

You smiled. "Can I call you Mumma now, Masha?"

Maria grinned wildly. "Of course you can, my birthday girl.

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Spy-ay-ay-ay continues to eat my brain. @candiedsumire and @deadheaddaisy I know, I have left you hanging. I promise we’ll get back to the “present day” morning after soon, but first I thought we needed some backstory vibes (that sounds suspiciously like plot talk… 😒)

Set slightly before the gala:

Trip frowned at the control panel in concentration and then several things happened all at once.

There was a high-pitched whine he couldn’t quite place just as a blur of movement flashed through his peripheral vision and he hit the ground hard with a loud thud.

T’Pol had him pinned to the floor as she scanned the area for potential danger and damage.

That was an impressive reaction, even for a Vulcan, and it wasn’t the first time she had responded to a situation so… vehemently. A seed of suspicion was beginning to take root in his mind.

“Are you all right?” she asked him, lightly touching the side of his face and inspecting him for injury.

The other members of the team looked on with expressions ranging from mild surprise to outright shock.

Rostov reached for a fire extinguisher to deal with the sparks from the overloaded panel as Kelly hit the alarm.

“I’m fine.”

Truthfully, he was a little dazed, but he was not about to say so. It had very little to do with shock or the impact with the floor and a whole lot to do with the way her body was pressed against his - for such a slight-looking woman, she was solid - and the intent way her eyes were searching his face in concern. So no, he was not going to admit that. Not for access to all the engineering schematics in the Vulcan Archive.

She pursed her lips and straightened up a bit.

The suspicion began to blossom, painting a dubious expression on his face. “You…”

“We will discuss this later,” T’Pol said abruptly, standing up and offering him a hand in assistance.

He opened his mouth, but she continued in a low voice. “After we have evacuated the laboratory and assessed the situation.”

Fair enough. He accepted her hand and stood up, dusting himself off.

“Later,” he confirmed, meeting her eye seriously.

Later turned out to be after another two days and as many incidents.

“Ok, so what’s your deal?” Trip asked when he managed to get her on her own again.

“I don’t understand the question.” T’Pol said blandly.

Sure, maybe she didn’t, or maybe she wanted to annoy and frustrate him until he gave up. He cut to the chase. “You worked in security before you got here? Or intelligence? Maybe you still do?”

She hesitated, looking at him intently before answering. “Prior to seeking this assignment I was attached to the Ministry of Security as an intelligence agent.”

He nodded. There was heavy security surrounding the project. It wasn’t all that surprising the Vulcans would want one of their own keeping an eye on things from the inside. After all, not everyone on Earth - or within Starfleet - was thrilled with sharing technology and working this closely with their allies from another world. Despite their ongoing cultural revolution, the same could probably be said of Vulcan.

T’Pol unknowingly echoed his thoughts. “Our commitment to honouring Surak’s teachings has led my people to value increased cooperation with Earth as a valued ally. However, there remain those opposed to any sharing of technology, those who view this project and all close ties with your planet as a threat to Vulcan’s sovereignty and future interests.”

She paused. “There are concerns about the safety of key members of the Technology Integration Team. I was asked to assess the credibility of those concerns.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Do you think there’s a chance Matt’s heart attack wasn’t just caused by stress?”

She spoke plainly. “I do.”

As horrifying as that was to contemplate, it was nice to have his own fears validated. His shoulders slumped. “Me too. I mean, sure, this is an important project - monumental, even, and leading it is a lot of responsibility, but he’s healthier than a horse … something just seems off. You never really know what’s going on in someone’s head, but I have never met a man with a better work-life balance than Captain Jefferies. We finish early every Friday so he can watch his youngest kid play baseball!”

Worry for Captain Jefferies and the rest of the team gnawed at him.

“Commander… you are also a key member of the team.”

He nodded vaguely.

She paused and when he said nothing, she added, “In light of recent events I have been tasked with … monitoring you in particular.”

He frowned as he picked up her meaning. “What? They assigned you to be my bodyguard? Gonna stay within two meters of me at all times?” Trip snarked.

T’Pol just looked at him.

“Wait, seriously?”

“It was suggested I seduce you to position myself optimally to deal with any developing threats.”

He choked on a breath and stared at her. “I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

T’Pol clasped her hands behind her back, giving away nothing.

The devil on his shoulder gave him a poke. “And you’re sure this isn’t a roundabout way of inviting me into your bed?” Trip asked with a teasing smirk.

She bristled. “Quite sure, Commander.”

He grinned and raised a placating hand. “All right, SubCommander, stand down. I’m only joking. But I still don’t understand. You weren’t originally sent here by V’Shar?”

She gave a faint shake of her head.

“Then how did you get assigned to the project?”

T’Pol raised her chin in defiance. “I expressed my interest and was awarded a position on this team on merit.”

“Oh no, I know. You really know your stuff. But I mean, there’s been a lot of advancement in warp theory and sensor design and well, everything, the last few years. So I guess I’m asking how do you know your stuff?”

“I have followed the scientific developments with great interest, reading papers, viewing seminars, and even attending conferences when the opportunity arose.”

Trip stared at her, incredulous. “I’m sorry. Let me get this straight. You’re telling me you’ve kept current on warp field theory developments, as a hobby, in your free time from being a spy?”

T’Pol blinked and responded seriously, “It is a fascinating field of study.”

He gave a slow shake of his head. “You’re really something else.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Well, it’s sure not an insult,” he said with a half smile and was rewarded when her lips ticked up slightly in response.

T’Pol looked down and canted her head in the way he was beginning to understand signalled vulnerability.

“I was sufficiently motivated. I find scientific inquiry and developing its practical applications a more fulfilling and sustainable career path than remaining in intelligence work.”

He nodded. “All right. So I’ve got myself a pretty little shadow for a while. Let’s get back to work.”

“You are handling this situation with surprising equanimity, Commander.”

“Well, I figure l’ll have time to freak out later… and I think it’s time we were on a first-name basis, T’Pol.”

[sassypossumm]

Heya! I have a jack thompson x reader request if that's okay?

Could you write something for him where maybe they've been dating since before the war and Jack gets her a job as secretary for Chief Dooley? They decide to hide their relationship but get discovered when Jack gets super possessive over another agent flirting with her?

Thank you so much!!

Thank you for your patience, my love!!! I hope this was worth the wait! 😘

You Heard The Lady

Jack Thompson x Reader • Fluff • Word Count: 908

You could feel Jack's eyes burning into the back of your skull.

He'd been glaring at the back of your head for the past half hour. Or, to be more specific, he'd been glaring at the agent fawning over you as you typed for the past half hour.

Six Months Earlier…

“I don't know Jack…” Shaking your head, you'd passed another dish to him.

“Come on, it'll be great.” You had to snort at the casual confidence in his voice. He paused drying the dish long enough to look sideways and see you eyeing him skeptically. “What's that look for?”

“Jack, my love,” Grabbing a rag off the window sill, you dried your hands. “You have many wonderful qualities, an ability to not get jealous has never been one of them.” Leaning against the counter you folded your arms and smirked as his features twisted into something affronted.

“I've never once-” He resumed drying the dish with jerky motions.

“The bag boy at the grocery store last week?” He froze.

“What about the bag boy?” His eyes narrowed, grip on the rag tightening. You raised a pointed brow.

“Since you've conveniently forgotten, I'll remind you, not one week ago, you gave that poor boy the most smart ass tongue lashing I've heard all year, really Jack, you sounded as bad as Howard Stark!”

“He was coming on to you!”

“He told me to have a nice day!” You scoffed. The tips of Jack's ears pinkened at the memory. Sighing heavily, you closed the distance between you and him and gently took the dish and rag from his hands and placed them on the counter.

“If,” You began, wrapping your arms around his waist, “and I do mean if we're going to do this… I'm not your girlfriend-”

“If this is about the bag boy-”

“Let. Me. Finish.” Jack stilled at your firm tone. You tilted your head back to look at him seriously. “If we're going to do this, I'm not your girlfriend in the office, I'm just another employee. I don't want any outbursts…I mean it Jack.”

“You still love me?” He raised a questioning brow, hands tentatively coming to rest on your hips.

“Of course I do, you idiot.” You failed to keep the smile out of your voice. Jack grunted approvingly and kissed your forehead. Grabbing one of your hands, he spun you out and pulled you back.

You squealed with laughter as he tugged you against his chest, and began swaying you side to side in time with the soft voice of Dean Martin playing in the background.

“I'm insulted that you don't think I can control myself around you.” He murmured against your ear. Shaking your head you simply rested your cheek against his shoulder and let him lead you slowly across the kitchen floor.

Present Day…

For the past six months that you'd been Chief Dooley's secretary, Jack had behaved himself beautifully. With the exception of the Chief himself, only a couple of his coworkers, namely agents Carter and Sousa, had any idea you two were dating.

The past six months had actually been nice… until agent Hogan returned from his latest field assignment. From the moment he'd lain eyes on you, agent Hogan had made hovering around you his own personal mission.

At this point, even you were beginning to regret forcing Jack into a corner of secrecy. Not that you'd ever let him know that, the idiot would never let you live it down. And so, you grinned and beared it, stayed off his attempts at asking you out, and discreetly tossed the flowers he'd left on your desk in the bin after work.

To his credit, Jack had done an admirable job of playing nice, that patience snapped when Hogan leaned over your desk and began tracing the back of your hand with a pencil. Snapping his own pencil in half, Jack slammed it on his desk and stood, knocking his chair back.

The sound of the steel chair hitting the floor caught not only yours, but everyone else in the office's attention as well. Jack couldn't care less at the gawking stares as he staggered over to your desk. Stopping in front of your desk, he looked down at you with that territorial gleam in his eyes, and without looking, grabbed agent Hogan's wrist.

“Find someone else to bother, Hogan.” You shivered at his level tone, you imagined it must be the one he used in interrogations.

“What's it to you if I ask the lady out, Thompson?” The man had guts, he was stupid, but he had guts. Jack's lips twitched as he continued staring directly at you, not bothering to even look at the agent.

Your heart clenched at the mischievous twinkle that flashed in Jack's eyes. You felt yourself flush at the idiotic thrill that ran down your spine. Jack winked and turned his gaze towards Hogan. Not waiting for whatever smart ass thing he'd planned to say, you took a deep breath and grabbed his tie, yanking him down.

Catching himself quickly, spraying his hands against your desk, Jack's eyes widened and you returned his wink and kissed him soundly. Pulling back slightly, you smirked at the stunned looks on both man's faces.

“The lady's spoken for, agent Hogan.” You said calmly, straightening Jack's tie. Clearing his throat, he looked over at the reddening man with a shit eating grin.

“You heard the lady.”

[wonderinglostsoul]

Criminal Minds FanFiction Chapter 7

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, snipping, violence, suicide

Master List:

You were healing nicely and ready to go back in a few days. You also heard that the team wrapped up there case and will be coming back tomorrow. While folding the laundry, your phone ring.

"[Y/N]" you said

"Hi." It was Aaron.

"Yes sir, what can I do for you" You were suddenly attentive.

"I just want to invite you tomorrow. It's Jack's birthday at the amusement park. The rest of the team will come."

"Sure, that would be lovely." You said enthusiastically.

"Ahm, How are you doing by the way?" He asked.

"I am healing nicely. Thank you for your concern, Sir" You answered happily.

"Aaron, I told you to call me Aaron outside work" He told you seriously,

"I am sorry, Aaron" You said emphasizing his name. He let out a low chuckle

"Alright, We'll see you tomorrow at 3." He said.

"Sure, Thanks for the invite Aaron." You answered

"Bye."

"Bye." You caught yourself smiling. Damn! You thought. You cannot catch any feelings with your boss. You shake your head and continue with your chores.

The next day, you arrived at the amusement park. There was a ferris wheel and a Merry go round. There were also booth for carnival games. You spotted Hotch immediately with Reid and JJ so you joined them.

"Hi [Y/N], how are you feeling" Reid asked while hugging you

"I am perfectly fine now." You said.

"I am glad you could come." Hotch said hugging you as well. You slip a look at JJ and she smile teasing you. You hugged her too.

"By the way this is Jack." Hotch introduces. "The most handsome birthday boy" Hotch teases Jack, both of them laughed.

"Hello Jack!" You said kneeling so you can be at his eye level. "I am [Y/N], it is nice to meet you" You said shaking his hand.

"Nice to meet you too" He said shyly.

"Happy Birthday! This is for you!" You handed him your present. Jack smiled shyly and accept the gift.

"Thank you" He said.

"You're welcome!" You stand up. Morgan and Penelope are just arriving. They greeted everyone and gave Jack his present. After a while, Rossi arrive as well. He has a bottle of wine in one hand and Jack's present on the other one. He greeted everyone and jokingly gave jack the bottle of wine. Jack was confused but Rossi told him that it was a joke and gave him his real present, everyone was laughing.

Hotch suddenly has a call. Everyone was frozen because it could be a case. He was serious while talking. And when he is done, he look us all one by one.

He sighed and said, "The cake has arrived, I'll need to get it." Then he started laughing. All of us sigh in relief and he laugh more. He also told Jack to go with uncle Reid. Reid asked Jack where he wanted to play first and Jack pointed out the booth where you need to shoot cups to win prizes. Jack also asked Henry if he wanted to come. Both of the boys comes with Reid. You got curious so you tagged along as well.

On the booth, Reid asked for 3 guns, one for each of them he also paid for them. They aim it and fire but none of the cups were hit. So Reid paid for another game but they did not hit anything again. Reid was paying for another one but you know it is a waste of money so you asked if you can play as well.

"May I join you 3 gentlemen" You asked them. Jack and Henry nod.

"Are you sure?" Reid asked. "What about your injury?"

"I can shoot with my left" You said taking your position.

"Here take my gun" Reid gave you the toy gun.

"Are you sure?" Reid just nod. You took the gun, step back and shoot. All the cups was hit and the three boys was so amaze.

"Wow teach us [Y/N]" Jack said.

"Please!" Henry begged. You smiled on both of them and nod. They squeal with excitement. This also got the attention of the team so JJ and Penelope join you.

"Alright boys, follow my lead." You said like a drill sergeant. "First, you must step backward 2x." Jack and Henry steps backward

"Make sure that the but of your gun is touching your shoulder." Both the boys followed. Hotch arrives with the cake. He asked Rossi what's happening and he said that you were teaching the kids how to shoot. He nod, impressed.

"Then look at your scope and aim at your target. dont shoot yet." Both of them aimed for there target.

"You inhale and when you do exhale you shoot." Both of the kids inhaled deeply and shoot at the same time they exhale and both of them were able to knock down a cup.

"Woah did you see that!" Jack said to Henry.

"Yeah! We are awesome." Henry said. Both of the kids high five-ing. They continue to shoot until they got the prize. Jack and Henry was so happy. They both showed it there parents.

"Oi Reid!" Morgan called him. "Should try it as well and knock down some cups." Rossi and Morgan stands up and join you. Morgan asked the custodian to give you a gun. He handed it to Reid despite his protest but Morgan was persuasive so Reid just took the gun. He followed my instruction, step back 2x, put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aim and fire but he did not hit any of the cup. So you come with him and whispered something in his ears. His eyes widen. You step back with a smirk on your face. He aimed again, taking a deep breathe and shoot. Then BAM! He was able to hit one. He continue until he hit all the cups.

"[Y/N] I am curious what did you tell him?" Rossi asked.

"I told him that if he did not hit the cup I will shoot him in the head." You look at Reid with a teasing smile and he smile at you back. The rest of the team laughed.

You went back at the table with 2 extra prize so you gave it to Jack and Henry.

After the party, JJ and Henry has to go because Henry is already sleepy and tired. Reid also said good bye and joined JJ. Morgan and Penelope has to go as well because Penelope has a date and Rossi also needs to go because he is also having a date with the future 4th wife. Hotch thanks all of them for coming. You stayed to help Hotch cleaning up.

"We are fine, you can go if you need to." He told you.

"Its fine, I dont have any plans." You said while putting away the cake in the box.

When everything was cleaned up you help him and Jack to bring there things to the car. When everything was settled both of them said good bye.

"Jack you say good bye to [Y/N]" Hotch told him

"Good bye, [Y/N]. Thank you for the gifts" He said with a big child smile.

"You're welcome, Jack. Happy Birthday!" You told him.

"Thank you for all your help" Hotch said.

"You're welcome, Aaron." You answered, still not used on calling him on his first name but his smile upon hearing his name make you smile as well.

"How are you going home?" He asked.

"I have a motorcycle." You point the motorcycle parking at the other side of the parking lot.

"You have a motorcycle?" Jack said enthusiastically.

"Yes! I like riding them because they are fast." You said

"I like them too! Can I ride it?" He asked you, almost pleading. You look at Aaron but you know that he is skeptical but does not want to disappoint his son on his birthday. "Of course but not today because I dont have another helmet for you and it is not safe to ride a motorcycle with out the proper gear. How about I visit you at your house when I have the gear and let's have a spin?" You told him as gentle as possible. His eyes widen with joy and nod profusely.

"That is if your dad is ok with it." You added and both of you look at Aaron. You nudge Jack to mimic you and give Aaron a puppy eyes. He looked at both of you seriously.

"Fine" He said defeated. But all of a sudden Hotch's phone ring. He answers it. You both know what is it. He ended the call and look at you.

"Its a case. Lets meet at the office in an hour." He said. You nod. You said your goodbye as well and headed to your motorcycle.

Jack and Hotch went inside the car. As Hotch was revving then engine, Jack spoke

"I like [Y/N], dad. She is cool!" Hotch gave out a low chuckle,

"Me too, Jack. Me too"

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Author's note: Its a little bit biased but this is one of my fave chapter to write. Its lighthearted and you can see that Aaron was smitten with [Y/N] here.

Please please please! Like, follow, comment and share if you are enjoying this fanfiction. Thank you!

[x-manson-annotated]

X-Manson Annotated Chapter 5 - Part One: INFILTRATORS.

Holy shit, the final chapter. This is where I really like a lot of concepts. The Avengers make a proper appearance and everyone's favorite sapphic Carol Danvers has a shitty time. See the reblogged version for the rest of it, since Tumblr has a limit on only 30 images.

If i'm not mistaken, this places the year that Kitty is watching the documentary as 2000 whereas before it said "Present Day" or "Today" . This places Kitty and Dani at probably 23 and 26 respectively.

**Dwight Hammer, like all cops is a goddamn moron.

Paid Schill.

1999 the y ear of the raid? Xavier's psychics forcing people to confess to murders that they didn't commit?

*I'm not sure if Dolores is a reference to someone special or just a filler character.

**I don't know why the spelling of her name with the 'e'. I've looked at multiple versions of the story and that detail remains in all of them.

**ALIENS EXIST IN THE CULT AU.

Motherfucking Carol Danvers!

*I'm not totally sure if that's something Supergirl used to be like.

** Rogue. I'm not sure who the intelligence agency is, since SHIELD seems to be a known quantity in the world.

*** That isn't really a thing she's known for either.

*Carole uses that very insistent phrase "the Kree that fucked me up". In the comics, she gained her abilities from an explosion that mixed her DNA with Mahr-Vel. So, is it possible in this au the Kree intentionally experimented on her?

**Pretty green eyes convince Carole Danvers that Rogue isn't a tech. Gay as hell behavior, champ.

***Further gay behavior. Much less traumatic loss of her powers as opposed to what happened to her in the comics.

*This is referencing her lesbianism within the story. I don't know if this is Benway's potentially homophobic perspective on Carole's sexuality, or if it's meant to be a purely in-universe sense of present homophobia.

Rogue's Mom, Destiny is being a cryptic old biddy. She's present twice the story, but Mystique isn't. Maybe she died a while back after some encounter with the cult, resulting in Rogue being sent in as an agent. But, that's just my headcanon.

*See.

**Rogue gave Carole a type.

**Why didn't she decay? Because of Carole's powers?

***Destiny was able to see that Carole was going to fuck her shit up by kissing Rogue's corpse, but not that Rogue would get murdered? Like, c'mon, that's your daughter.

*I might be right.

**I'm so fucking sick of Vance taking every single incorrect lesson from his life. Of course, she was angry, Vance. She was in near-constant pain, you unbearable prick.

***Probably doesn't help that she was being cryptic about what happened.

*I still love how angry he is with American spy agencies.

*Possibly this universe's version of Freedom Force?

Xavier loaning out cult members for odd jobs?

*Sorry HOXPOX fans, Moira isn't a mutant.

**So that's where they're potentially filling up their ranks?

***My immediate thought was Gambit both because of the title and the New Orleans connection. This might also be Amahl Farouk, who has a history of employing pickpockets, but he was based in Egypt. Though, I don't want to discount him totally because of my biased headcanon.

*Tracking the cult's activity from the ground up. But, how is the cult going to all of these places constantly? How far spread are they outside of Westchester?

** Nice to know that Black Tom exists in this au. Hope he and Cain have a summer cottage together somewhere on the coast where they can grow old together, far away from any of this cult horseshit.

Spain

Morocco

Romania

Hungary

Yugoslavia

Westchester, New York.

So, Sean was likely trying to infiltrate them after making contact in Yugoslavia and then ended up being inducted into the cult, proper.

That is so goddamn scary it's unreal.

*was their a psi on the isles manipulating the local Interpol agents? Can Xavier or Cable stretch their influence that far?

*Rahne Sinclair

*I just now noticed that Terry in this story is eleven. My god. That's an especially horrifying ordeal at that age.

*if Sean was pleading, it's possible that either they didn't have him under psychic control yet (not coring him) or the distance allowed the connection to break. But who else is with Logan that's coercing Sean into action?

*She could tell almost immediately that Rahne was a mutant and not some kind of freakish dog.

The river to confuse Logan's tracking ability?

*Rahne's home in the woods.

*They don't see her transform in the dark, but she can take on a human or at least human adjacent shape. Rahne Sinclair is a saint.

First Voice, Unknown.

Second Voice, Logan.

*My first instinct was that this is Sean, but Moira would have clarified if it were. Maybe it's Cable or Piotr?

**Rahne can take on a human shape, but is functionally feral and cant understand human language.

*Logan's voice again.

**Cars everywhere. Some of them look burned. Sunfire? Is the second voice Sunfire?

*Christ alive, they massacred ten whole police officers and special forces agents.

Logan sticking around to threaten the family by leaving shreadded vehicles around? Why not murder them?

[fetusgooseandjuice]

Mission Gone Wrong (Pt. 2)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: The team finally get in contact with you, but getting you home safe isn’t going to be as easy as they planned.

Word Count: 2,009

Natasha’s POV:

When someone goes missing, every second counts and we already spent almost five hours trying to find her. Whoever took her did not sound like they were being nice to her which is all I need to know to want to put bullets in the back of their-

"Hey Nat can you hand me that paper with the coordinates Y/N gave us?" Clint asked me, snapping me out of the thoughts.

"Oh, yeah sure." I said as I handed him the paper and he walked over to the front of the quinjet to type in the numbers and put the jet in autopilot.

We were all sat down now as Tony spoke up.

"So I managed to locate where she's at and I found a layout of the building." he said as he presented a picture of the layout on the tv hung on the wall.

"I think it would be best if we all split up to cover more ground, but keep our comms on at all times so we know if something's happening." he added.

We all just nodded our heads in understanding and agreement.

"When we get there, Sam and I will check around the building from above to make sure it's clear before you enter, while you're in there, and before you exit. When it's good to go we'll give you the okay. Steve and Bucky can cover the hallways in the western part of the building. Wanda and Clint can cover the eastern part while Yelena and Natasha check the northern and southern parts. Bruce, you stay here and take care of what you can when we bring Y/N in until we can get her to the medbay. Are we clear?" he said as he laid out the plan on the tv screen.

We all hummed or said yes.

"What do we do when we find her?" Bucky asked.

"If you find her before I do let me know and I'll be right there. But if she's really hurt then get her to the quinjet asap. Be gentle when you touch her, and I'll meet you there. Understand?" I butted in before Tony could respond and waited for an answer.

Everyone nodded their heads, but I wanted a verbal answer to make sure that they knew how to handle my girl.

"I said do you understand?" I said a little more sternly and everyone said yes.

The rest of the flight was silent as we were all stuck in our own thoughts about Y/N.

When we got there, Tony and Sam went out to check the perimeter while the rest of us waited for the signal which was given to us about five minutes later.

"Alright you're good to go." Sam said over comms.

"Stick to the plan, if you need backup ask for it." Tony added.

I was the first one off of the quinjet, and the first one in the building with Yelena close behind. Everyone went to their assigned spots and took out opposing agents as needed.

"Is everyone good so far?" Steve asked.

"We're okay over here, but no sign of Y/N yet." Wanda responded.

"Well keep looking." I told her.

About 10 minutes passed and no one had eyes on

Y/N.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw an agent trying to discreetly attack me from behind, but they didn't do a good job at it and I was faster.

We got into a fight and I had the upper hand until they pulled something out of their vest, through it onto the ground, and it rolled over to the other side of the room.

That was the moment when I got the chance to knock them out entirely with a single punch to their face while they were distracted.

When I regained my balance I heard the object beeping and turned around to look towards it. My eyes widened.

It was an explosive.

When I realized it, it was too late as exploded.

The force of the explosion flung me back straight into a wall. It must've damaged some parts of the main structure of the building as part of it came crashing down.

When it settled down I heard Sam speak over the comms.

"What happened? Are you guys okay?!"

"Everyone check in, now." Tony said.

"Cap and I are good." Bucky confirmed.

"Im good and Wanda's still with me. Looks like only the eastern and southern parts of the building came down." Clint responded.

"Yeah it was a grenade. Son of a bitch had no other ideas but to practically blow up the place." I grumbled while standing to my feet.

"I'm fine. Just a bit of dust and rubble here but I'm good." Yelena grunted.

"Hey guys..." Clint said with a hint of worry present in his voice.

"What's wrong? Did you find Y/N?! " I asked concerned.

"No...but I found the necklace she always wears.  It was caught in all the debris." he said.

At that, my whole world stopped.

I started running through rubble and up a flight of stairs that led to the eastern part of the building. Yelena eventually caught up to me.

When I got there, Clint and Wanda were already lifting up pieces of stone and rocks in search of Y/N.

"Y/N?!?"

"Y/N are you here?!!"

I joined in, frantically probing through the wreck.

"Detka can you hear us?! If you're here make a noise or move if you can?!" I desperately yelled.

At this point, Steve, Bucky, Sam, and Tony had joined in now that we knew Y/N had to be somewhere under this rubble.

"I've got her! Here!" Wanda alerted us.

I not so smoothly stumbled my way over the rubble and to Wanda who was trying to lift a large piece of stone. I saw part of Y/N's hand sticking out and I immediately started helping Wanda lift the rock to reveal Y/N's unconscious, bruised body.

Her clothes were dusty and ripped in places, her face had dirt on it and cuts that were bleeding.

I bent down to check her pulse and it was fairly strong.

I picked her up bridal style and we all started making our way over the debris, out of the building, and to the quinjet.

Bruce quickly opened the door for us and I made my way inside, laying the girl in my arms onto the stretcher that was set up.

He started hooking her up to a monitor and IV as I stood by her side holding her other hand that didn't have the IV, stroking her hair.

"You're okay now, detka. I'm here, I've got you." I whispered into her ear even though I knew she couldn't hear me as she was unconscious.

The team sat down to let Bruce have his space to work, and me have my time to take in the fact that after 7 hours, I finally have my girl back with me.

Bruce assessed her wounds and bruises. They were all pretty minor injuries except for the concussion she probably had which would be the reason she was unconscious when we found her.

When the quinjet landed, Bruce unhooked her from the machines because I insisted on carrying her to the medbay.

I made my way into the building and towards the medbay. Cho was already made aware of the situation and was ready when I walked into the room with Y/N in my arms.

I laid her on the bed and Cho hooked her up to a machine and another IV. There wasn't much more for her to do because Bruce took care of most of it. So she just double checked everything to make sure nothing was missed.

"Everything seems to be looking good. She should be waking up in the next few hours. Just make sure those cuts stay clean and change the bandages." Cho said as she washed her hands.

I gave her a small smile, "Thanks, I really appreciate it."

She just gave me a smile and nod before walking out.

I moved a chair next to Y/N's bed and sat down as I gently took her hand into mine and held it as I used my other hand to stroke her cheek.

I admired her facial features. Everything about her was perfect. From her eyebrows, to her eyelashes, to her nose, to her lips. She was beautiful even like this.

I was so starstruck about the girl in front of me that I failed to noticed the door opening and someone walking in until they spoke up.

"She okay?" Yelena asked.

I turned my head to look behind me so I could see who was talking to me.

"Yeah she's okay. Nothing major." I said as I turned to look back at Y/N.

"That's good." she responded.

A few seconds of silence passed before she spoke again.

"You really would go to hell and back for her, wouldn't you?" she asked me.

I slightly smiled before looking down.

"Yeah. Yeah I would."

Yelena walked to the other side of the bed to look at her best friend and started to stroke her hair.

"She's everything to me. I don't deserve someone like her." I said, finishing my thoughts.

"She probably thinks the same thing about you. That she doesn't deserve someone like you." she told me.

"I try to be the best person I can be for her. She's my muse." I responded back.

"And your muse would probably be getting on your ass now about how you haven't eaten anything for dinner yet." Yelena said as and made her way to the door, probably going to ask Wanda to cook something since she couldn't even boil water the correct way.

About and hour passed and I sat there by Y/N's side the whole time until she started to stir.

"Detka?" I said trying to see if my eyes were deceiving me, but I knew they weren't when her fingers moved in my hand.

"Come on sweet girl, open your eyes for me." I told her.

A few seconds later her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes slowly opened and blinked multiple time, trying to adjust to the light in the room.

"Hi, hi pretty girl." I said smiling at her.

"Nat?" she croaked out.

"Yes baby it's me."

Her eyebrows furrowed like she was thinking too hard about something.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"How long have I been out for?" she looked at me.

"Well from the time we found you to now, a couple hours. We don't know what happened before that." I told her.

She nodded her head and looked down at our intertwined hands before speaking up again.

"I'm sorry Nat. I-" I interrupted her.

"Shh don't apologize babygirl it's okay. You're okay that's all I care about." I said moving my hand to stroke her hair instead.

"Can you cuddle me?" she so innocently asked.

I smiled at her, "Of course I can, angel."

I moved from my chair to lay down in the bed with her. She cuddled into my side and laid her head in the crook of my neck as she moved her hand to play with the necklace around my neck.

I move one of my hands to stroke her hair, and the other one to rub her back, trying to lull her into a relaxed state.

A few minutes later I looked down at her and she had heavy eyes.

I kissed her forehead, "Go to sleep detka, it's okay. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Natty." she quietly mumbled before she fell asleep and I smiled.

Grateful and happy to have my girl back in my arms safe and sound again.

[ncisladaily]

Coming up on a year since NCIS: Los Angeles’ swan song, Daniela Ruah pulls double duty this Monday, April 15, during CBS‘ NCIS line-up.

First up, Ruah reprises her role as Special Agent Kensi Deeks (via an MTAC video conference) during the NCIS franchise’s milestone 1,000th episode, which airs at 9/8c as an episode of NCIS. Then at 10 pm that night, you have the NCIS: Hawai’i episode “The Next Thousand,” which Ruah directed. (Ruah previously directed a half-dozen NCIS: LA episodes, as well as the recent NCIS episode about a kidnapped fiancé.)

TVLine hopped on the phone with Ruah to ask our No. 1 burning question about her NCIS “1,000” cameo, and then talk up her helming of the NCIS: Hawai’i episode about a U.S. Army SERE (Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape) training exercise on the Big Island that turns extremely deadly.

TVLINE | First of all, because Kensi dials into MTAC from her car during the NCIS franchise’s 1,000th episode, I need to know: Did you film your scene while you were in a drop-off line? [Laughs] No, I actually filmed that while I was directing in Hawaii. They were like, “Can we fit this into your schedule?” and we were like, “Well, we can’t make it look like I’m in Hawaii.” So, we had to go back and look at pictures of what Kensi’s car looked like to try and get something as similar as possible, to look like Kensi is in her car. I couldn’t even remember, to be honest with you, what brand she drove — I was so immersed in the Hawaii episode – but listen, I wouldn’t have it any other way. To be invited to be a part of the 1,000th episode was such an honor. It’s too big of a deal.

TVLINE | Turning to NCIS: Hawai’i, the episode they gave you to direct is crazy intense. Once you saw what it was going to be, were you charged up? First of all, the fact that all three showrunners wrote it, Jan [Nash], Matt [Bosack] and Chris [Silber], that right there tells you that there’s probably going to be, you know, a little more craziness, or it’ll be more out-of-the-box. I don’t know why, but I always perceive that when a showrunner writes something, they get extra creative.

TVLINE | I think about the specific challenges that this episode must have presented you as director, and not only is almost all of it outdoors, but it’s in the jungle. Did you have to learn anything new in that respect? Yeah — wear long pants and long sleeves, and bring mosquito spray. [Laughs] No, every time I direct something, even if it was still on [NCIS: LA], you’re always learning new things. Here I’m working with a new crew, with a new director of photography, so everybody’s going to teach you new things. Even stunts — when Tennant gets [spoiler], they said, “Here are things that we could do…,” which then allowed me to get creative with the way it was shot.

TVLINE | My next question was actually going to ask, where was that area of volcanic rock? Because it made for some stunning shots. That’s a place called the Lānaʻi Lookout — and there’s water right behind those rocks. I mean, we were literally on the ocean, so we had to adjust the camera angles to hide the water. Like, you shoot one inch to the left or to the right, and all of a sudden you’re exposing the fact that you’re actually not in this barren, isolated area. That’s the strategy and the magic and the figuring out that I have to do as a director.

TVLINE | The episode opens closes with some nice scenes between Tennant and Kate (played by Tori Anderson), which is a character dynamic the fans enjoy. What were you looking to capture there? First of all, [Vanessa and Tori] are both absolute sweethearts, and they have such amazing chemistry in real life, so it’s not a hard thing to do scenes with them. But yeah, you get this contrast of a character, Tennant, who is experienced and can improvise and who has kind of “seen it all,” versus a newer agent who’s really eager to do well, but she’s super by-the-book.

TVLINE | The Sam/Kate scenes are also interesting because — and this didn’t dawn on me until Kate mentioned it herself — they hadn’t really interacted yet. Exactly. Yeah, I love that conversation that Kate and Sam have at the desk when she’s just kind of struggling to figure things out, and he tells a little story of his own past and his own experience….

TVLINE | Sam specifically shares with Kate some advice he once got from an agent “much wiser” than him. I tried Googling the line he says, but came up empty. Was it from any NCIS: LA episode? Maybe it was Hetty…? I know that there is one Easter egg [in the episode] from Gibbs, and so maybe the other one was Hetty. Maybe. I’m not sure!