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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hii hope all is well 💜. Can I please request Jack Sparrow being in love headcanon? Thanks if approved! 😊

Hello dear 💖, thanks for your request.

Jack sparrow being in love 😍

This wasn't planned, nor thought out in any sense of emotions.

Jack being in love was something rare.

Sparrow had his ways with women. A corsair of the buccaneers, a Casanova of the seven seas.

Jack had many admirers and lovers; angelica, giselle, and scarlett, esmerelda, even Tia Dalma at one point.

Jack avoided you, and he deceived you. He didn't want to believe he was in love, such a cliche thing, really. A pirate falling for a woman/man/person and they live happily ever after on the pearl.

Jack sparrow hid in the most unusual places, even when you weren't expecting it.

Jack spent nights in tortuga ravishing himself with pretty wenches to take his mind off. But even then, when he came lip to lip with them, he didn't kiss them. Instead his mind thought of you.

He couldn't be in love, he didn't want to. He valued the freedom and the sea. He was committed to the sea and his ship.

Jack spent his days trying to figure out what his feelings were, why he valued you, or rather felt the "weird things" when you were around.

One night Master Gibbs was out with his bottle of rum "a yo ho ho, a pirate's life fo-".

"Psssst, Matser Gibbs" Jack whispered.

"Cap'n, be tha yer? Where ar' yer" Gibbs looked around the main deck.

Master Gibbs walked up to a bunch of cargo with a big barrell.

Gibbs looked inside the barrell to see Jack, hidden inside.

"Did they see me?" Jack's pupils turned left and right.

"What's wrong Jack, why ar' ya hidin', who ar' ya hiding from" Gibbs asked.

"Is it tha' kraken? As Jones spotted our ship, Gibbs looked worriedly.

"No mate, even worse than that," Jack stood up from the barrell.

"Her?/him?/them?" He whispered.

"Her?/him?/them?" Gibbs replied.

"The lass/lad/y/n," Jack muttered.

"The lass?/the lad?/y/n?" Gibbs questioned further.

Gibbs soon caught on to who Jack meant. "Ye mean, y/n, the landlubber."

"Ohhh, ar' they a spy from tha navy." Gibbs tried to realise,"I knew it, Jack, tha's why I said I didn't trust them from the moment they first docked."

"I've been having these," he gestures with his hands. "Things."

"Wha-what sort o' thins, ave' ye caught scurvy?" Gibbs still couldn't make sense of what Jack meant.

"You know, things, things that make you feel... funny," he couldn't make into words. How could he? It's not like Jack's ever felt this way before.

"So yer feel funny when ye see--ohhh Jack" Gibbs realised finally what was going on.

"Are ye, in love?" Gibbs smiled. "Aye I remember the first time I be tha way, and let me tell yer, she was a fine lass, one I couldn't forget".

"Turned out tha next mornin', I couldnt find er'-- or rather, she wasn't even human, Aye, Turned out ta be but a sack o' oranges" Gibbs rambled about his drunken tale.

Jack got out of the barrell and took Master Gibbs's rum and swung it down his gullet.

"Aye, I remembered that, bieleved that sack was named sally or martha, hm, also that night I do recall nearly losing a finger or two from that wager, was worth it though, got that map in the end" Jack explained.

"Aye, Is that how we ended up cursed" Gibbs leaned against the big oak railing of the main deck.

"The pearl's already cursed mate, I'm just the captain of it" Jack threw the rum over board.

"So whaddya gonna tell er/im/em then" Master Gibbs asked.

"I'll do em one better, ill set them off at some fancy port and they can tell their friends of how a devlelish, delightful captain Jack Sparrow saved them from the clutches of a bunch of rutheless scoundrels" Jack agreed.

"Now that sounds like a tale to behold, don't it?" Jack smiled.

"Jack, ye can't just abandon tha poor thing" Gibbs sympathised.

"Ye did that already--on an island" Gibbs recalled.

"Jack" a woman/man/person called from the distance.

Jack gestured with his hands for Gibbs to move.

"You never saw me, savvy?" Jack scurried away.

Jack would be like this for a while but eventually you would confront him about why he was acting strang-er.

Jack would come clean and admit "the world's a funny place innit darlin, things I can't explain between you and I, happens from me always wondering about you, wondering in Tortuga, wondering when I drink rum, wondering about these...things". He continued with a smile, "Things for you mate".

"Hm, does sound a bit cliche to say 'I love you' don't it" Jack places his first finger on his chin.

Jack leaned toward you "Hmmm, how about rather, your enduring, I can't figure out why I'm besotted to you"

"Suppose it ain't gonna sound cliche to say--" he admitted. "I loved you mate, I always have, I always will".

You blushed with astonishment. You had no idea yet it made sense for Jack's behaviour recently.

You could kiss him, and that would be that. You could marry him, and that's the end of your love story. You could sail with him, entailing the fantasy of many countless women, men, or anyone with pirates--or--rather.

You chose to endure the freedom as Jack did, being two souls that understood each other when no one else did.

A rather more passionate romance then the tales of Will and Elizabeth.

Jack was no fool when he was in love. A legendary captain like him would grant you protection.

Though for Jack, would it truly be the end? No, of course not, it only means another chapter is written in the tales of the captain.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨️

#pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow x reader #jack sparrow #jack sparrow headcanon #pirates of the caribbean x reader #pirates of the caribbean headcanon #potc x reader #potc #potc headcanon

[ohtobeleah]

Minimal Losses // Jake Seresin

Chapter One // The Brief

Summary: A Monday morning briefing on the new upcoming detachment goes far beyond what any of the TopGun aviators could ever imagine

Warnings: Mentions of death, Jake Seresin x Reader pairing, NCIS & Criminal Minds jargon.

Word Count: 3.3k

Author Note: This one is definitely going to be a slow burning love. If that’s your style. But trust the process and you’ll thank me later when the Angst arrives. MASTERLIST

“Those are your mission parameters—study them, learn them, eat sleep and breathe everything that their is to know about them.” Admiral Bates stood before his rag tag team of highly skilled, highly qualified TopGun aviators. Dreading the detachment he was about to send them on. Some would know the full extent of what was actually happening. Others wouldn’t. For your own safety and theirs. “You are dismissed—however, could Lieutenants Bradshaw, Floyd, Garcia, Trance and Seresin please stay back for further instruction.” Admirals Cain and Bates looked all shades of concern as they tried to navigate uncharted territory.

You watched carefully as some pilots left without question, some a little cautious. But as always they follow their orders, leaving the hanger with the parameters. Wondering why you didn’t follow, considering you weren’t asked to stay behind.

“There’s a lot more to this detachment that meets the eye.” Admiral Cain was who had set this who thing up. His voice bellowing through the giant aircraft hanger turned makeshift classroom. “But I’ll hand you over to Special Agent Bradshaw and Spacial Agent Kasper.” All heads turned back to you. Shock and utter silence lingered on you—like you were a bad car crash that you just couldn’t look away from no matter how hard you tried. Everyone was just told you were a Lieutenant? What the fuck was going on?

“You knew something fucky was going on—!” Jake hissed under his breath as he pinched Rooster’s tricep. Forcing the proud moustache growing Lieutenant to jump from his seat slightly with a yelp. Eyes wide in anger. Teeth gritted.

“I know nothing!!” He indeed knew most. But nothing to do with you, that his wife had kept a secret. “What is your problem! God, one women doesn’t look at you like you’re some sort of God and suddenly your whole worlds collapsing around you!” Rooster fired back through gritted teeth and a snarl. Pinching Jake back. “Dickhead—“

“Uh thanks Admirnal.” Agent Bradshaw held one hand to her lower back and another over her stomach. She was getting bigger and bigger every day—but she refused to send DiNozzo out here to accompanied you. Instead sending him an McGee to another carrier where another possible suspect was currently stationed. A long shot—but still worth leaving every stone unturned. She wanted to do this one herself. Be your supervisor, your guiding light, a mentor and friend.

“Listen, you all already know me pretty well I’d say so we can skip the introductions—“ Rubbing her belly softly, Agent Bradshaw turned to her husband briefly. “But I will take a small second to remind each and every one of you that what you are about to be briefed on is highly classified material and will not be discussed with anyone outside this room.” Reminding the class but mostly her husband. “Not even you’re fellow aviators who were just dismissed.”

The room fell silent, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out and pumped in replacement Co2. Heavy and thick. Taking the opportunity to stand from your chair at the back of the class. Walking nervously down the aisle knowing Jake was burning a laser focused glare into the back of your head. And yes, he had every right to be mad.

“This is Special Agent Y/n Y/l/n with the Federal Bureau of investigation.” She’d told you to if anything call her Gibbs, not one big on formalities—but you stuck with Agent Bradshaw. It was her correct title after all. “More specifically with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.” Waving with a sheepish smile you tried to swallow the dry lump that had formed in the back of your throat. Public speaking wasn’t something you were gifted at.

“You guys can just call me Kasper, or Kas—“ Trying to break the ice you knew was thick enough to run on. “Everyone just calls me Kas.” Fighting the urge to just sink into yourself.

“I’m really confused—“ Fanboy piped up from his seat trying to reread his mission parameters, looking for the part that mentioned The Naval Criminal Investigative service and the Federal Bureau of Investigations. “What did I miss? Am I missing a page? I can’t be the only one who’s lost?”

“You aren’t the only one—“ Jake hissed as he leaned back in his chair, clicking his pen a few times. God he felt sick, weak. What was this feeling? He wasn’t actually mad, if anything he was impressed and a little intimidated. But you didn’t seem to be all that terrifying. If anything he learnt a valuable lesson to ask more questions in his vetting stage. “You might wanna make quick work of an explanation, Agent Kas.” The way Jake addressed you made you forget how to breathe. “Some of us are really confused.” He wasn’t talking about the mission, he was talking about you. Jake Seresin was confused about who he’d been balls deep in Saturday night and Sunday morning.

“Kas?” Agent Bradshaw stepped aside and gestured for you to take over—clearing your throat you looked at Jake who had begun to soften his gaze a little, knowing he was having an effect on you. “It’s all you.”

“Um—okay.” You had to extinguish a sigh to compose yourself, shaking your hands briefly before you moved back behind the podium. Shuffling papers, and organising what you needed to explain to the small group of trusted aviators. Tapping the bunch of papers before neatly placing them in your hands against the wooden podium, you paused just one more time before fixing your glasses.

“Seven months ago seventeen year old Virginia Emery and nineteen year old Stacey Dicker were found beaten, tortured and partially dismembered in the backyard of an old abandon home that had been vacant for years.” The room fell quiet and suddenly Jake didn’t really feel a need to make silly witty remarks. “Rhode Island—this happened in Rhode Island.”

“Two months ago, as most of you may know by now.” Agent Bradshaw interrupted politely as she moved to stand beside you. “Former Commander Thomas Kazanksy’s niece was found, beaten, tortured, and partially dismembered just down the road from where her boyfriends home was. She’d gone for an afternoon jog.” It was still hard to comprehend, Jake had met the former commander's niece a handful of times, as had Bob. It was hard to process what a tragedy her death had been. “All victims are former members of the same sorority house—Agent Kas here was in my emails the second the story broke—“ Jake had noticed how you’d settled into yourself a little now as you go further and further into your explanation.

“All three have been linked by just a few key factors—“ You could hear a pin drop it had become so quiet. The entire room had their eyes on you as you spoke with a heavy heart. “All three victims had been members of the same sorority.” You repeated. “And had been beaten so badly that the indent of a US Naval Academy class ring could be particularly identified in some of the bruising.”

“No way—“ Robert Floyd had to hold his stomach. He felt sick. This wasn’t something he was good with, you know, the concept of murder and untimely death.

“We believe that the unsub is currently abroad, posted out to the USS Lexington.” There was a lot of evidence you couldn’t really discuss that pointed to your suspect. It had been narrowed down to two men. “It’s probably needless to say we’re incredibly concerned for the women currently on board.”

“With all due respect?” You turned your attention to the only woman sitting before you. “What has this got to do with us?” Natasha ‘Pheonix’ Trance, you were impressed by what you had read in her file before Jake had joined you at the Hard Deck. She’d asked a question that was on everyone’s mind.

“Agent Kas here will be going undercover in order to get onboard the USS Lexington without fear of spooking out suspect—she’s highly trained in behavioral analysis and it was her case to begin with, the US Navy and the NCIS are happy to assist.” Agent Bradshaw continued, still softly caressing her growing baby bump.

“Your detachment is merely an excuse to have her surrounded with a team we thought would be of absolute value considering the alternative would have been to send her in alone.” Admiral Cain explained. Your eyes had since fallen back to Jake, his had never left yours. He could see the apology practically oozing from you. “You have been chosen to know every aspect of this situation, the others will simply continue about the detachment with the parameters they were given—to them, Kas here is Lieutenant Ava Jackson. WOS, who’s joining you all on a routine overwater detachment—updating your skills flying over vast distances and practicing over water defensive manoeuvring.”

“I’m still so confused—“ Fanboy sighed as he let his head fall back against his chair.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Jake taunted as he cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. “Who will Kas be flying with?” Bradley looked to his wife who already had a look of regret in her eye. Noticing the way she just stood quietly putting the pieces of the puzzle together she hadn’t really given much effort to on Sunday when you had showed up to the final brief late. Despite all her gut instincts telling her this wasn’t a good idea—Agent Bradshaw said the one thing Jake Seresin was excited to hear about all morning.

“Who was it?” Agent Bradshaw smirked at you as she walked with you towards the elevator. Being seven months pregnant had started to become problematic, especially when it came to walking up and down stairs. “And don’t give me some lame excuse Kas, I know the face of someone who’s just been dicked down for the first time in a long time.” Agent Bradshaw only knew because she herself had worn the same face before. Distance, job titles and long hours all played major factors in her relationship, her marriage.

“I think I’m just gonna go grab my files and head to the briefing room.” You tried to change the subject, not one to want to divulge your extracurricular activities. “Honestly, Gibbs—“ You turned to the woman who had taken you under her wing. She knew it was hard for you to level with her on anything less than a professional basis. Hardly ever steering away from calling her by her professional title. “I was, I just slept in—“

“Honestly Agent Kas, as long as it wasn't mine I really couldn’t care less who you’re sleeping with.” The heavily pregnant women sighed as the elevator dinged, stepping in with a waddle. “But I have rules that I live and will probably die by. Rule three? never be unreachable.” Nodding in response you simply followed her into the elevator, taking out your phone and creating a note. “Are you writing that down?” You knew you wouldn’t forget—but you wanted your supervisor to know you listened and would commit everything she said to memory.

“It was just some guy I met at the bar.” You mumbled quietly, doing your best to open up. It wasn’t easy for you, at all. But you wanted Agent Bradshaw to trust you. “He’s on the full clarence detachment list.”

“Like I said, as long as it wasn’t mine you’re fine.” Agent Bradshaw just shook her head. “But get tested, I don’t know where half those men have been recently—and especially Jake Seresin.” Bradshaw teased hopeful that it wouldn’t have been Jake. He wasn’t really your type, she hoped it had been someone like Bob. You two would make a great duo. “Oh god and please remember that you’re like a literal fetus—“

“Ma’am I’m twenty six—“ You didn’t want to argue, but you had always been seen as the child of the group. Everywhere you went. Especially since you graduated high school at twelve years old. A literal genius if there ever was one. For someone who was meant to be so smart you’d made some poor fucking choices this weekend.

“Still—I think the closest one in age would be Mickey, he’s like thirty two?.”

Jake and Javy had been the only two at the Hard Deck on Saturday night, no one else had really felt up for it. And Javy Machado wasn’t on the list for full clearance.

“You, Hangman—she’ll be flying with you.”

***~***~***~***~***~

Jake had remained in his seat well after he’d been dismissed. He’d watched as Bob and Fanboy spoke to you about having to learn a few things about being a back seater—basic knowledge for emergencies and in case someone ever asked you in a pinch. You told them you’d done some basic training over the past couple of weeks but would appreciate their help and guidance. Feeling very welcomed by the aviator with the glasses that if anything exaggerated the blue in his eyes.

Jake had patiently waited until they were finished to approach you, taking notice of the way you stiffened a little more with each step he took towards you. He really didn’t like that reaction—he really didn’t want you being afraid of his reaction to learning the truth. Sure, he’d never been run out on, but he had a feeling if he just gave you a chance to explain? He’d understand. He wasn’t an unreasonable man, and he just so happened to have a soft spot of the introverted FBI Agent that had managed to captivate his entire heart in the timeframe of a few hours and half a box of condoms.

“I’m pretty sure there were a few things we did Saturday night that could have broken a few federal laws.” Jake taunted as he sat back on the top of the table, arms crossing over his chest as he eyed you up and down. “As long as you aren’t planning on arresting me I’m pretty okay with starting a fresh—“ He paused for a moment just taking you in. “A fresh start seems pretty nice considering I thought I wasn’t going to see you again.”

“Jake, I am so unbelievably sorry for leaving the way I did.“ You tried to apologise, it was really out of character for you to have gone home with a guy you’d just met let alone sneak out his bathroom window. “Bradshaw had been calling me and I shouldn’t have been unreachable, I just thought if I tried to leave again you would have asked me to stay and I would have unraveled.”

“Rule number three.” Jake chuckled as he watched you sorting out your stuff. Papers laid scattered on top of the podium, packing them all back into their respective cream file holders. “And I understand.” It wasn’t what you were expecting him to say.

“Come again?” You stopped what you were doing to give Jake all your attention. “Wait, why are you still being nice to me?” You had been expecting Jake to never want to talk to you again. You’d expected him to be ruthlessly angry with you, do some yelling about how you’d taken advantage of him. You expected with his obvious reputation that his ego would be bruised enough that he’d be blinded by rage and cuss you out in front of everyone—you expected him to tell everyone he knew just how much you let go for him that night. How far you let him take it. How he’d broken your facade, but he didn’t do any of those things. He was simply still the guy who wanted you to so desperately stay for some coffee. The only person he’d ever asked to stay for coffee.

“You tell me? Kas, aren’t you an expert on behaviour?” Jake pushed himself off the table he’d been leaning on as he sauntered closer to where you stood beside the podium. “Miss FBI, you tell me why I’m still here, analyse me.” You were stunned into silence for a second or two. Clearing your throat before starting your analysis.

“If I had to make an assumption based on the situation, maybe a similar case study.” You didn’t want to get your hopes up because no man had ever fallen for you. There was simply no reason for you to be the one who stood out in a crowd. Perhaps that was, no—it definitely was the reason you had gone home with Jake. He’d paid you every ounce of attention you’d been so starved of for so long. But why? Why would he when all you’d ever been to anyone was a walking computer.

“I’d say that you’ve formulated a few feelings, potentially skewing your judgment.” Your eyes never left Jakes as his eyes trailed from your eyes to your mouth. Up and down, and god those fucking glasses drove him crazy. “I’d say you’re so used to getting everything you want that the thrill of a chase for once actually sounds intriguing.” Jake smirked in response as the gap between you both barely existed any more. His hand lingering on your hip—keeping you close.

“Damn, you’re that good huh?” Biting his bottom lip momentarily as his mind wandered back to Saturday night. How different you were just for him. “I’d say you’re pretty spot on sweetheart.” You tried not to take notice of the pet name that made your heart skip a whole beat. “Sorry, my bad—Agent Kasper.” Jake corrected himself but he still saw how much he’d affected you. There was a glint in your eyes for just a few moments before you decided to bring the both of you down to reality. Or what you’d been made to believe was your reality.

“The only problem with that, is that I’m really not worth your time, Lieutenant—“ It was something about how the light in your eyes dimmed as you truly believed what you were saying. Jake hated that, hell if anything, it confused him. Why would you think so little of yourself? “I think you should cut your losses before you realise I’m just another notch in your belt and we can go our separate ways both telling ridiculously over dramatised versions of the same story.” You knew Jake would never tell the story about the time some girl snuck out his bathroom window willingly with pride to anyone. Besides his best friend maybe. Bradley Bradshaw. And Jake had a feeling you’d never tell anyone about the hookup you had where you had to wash your glasses with raspberry-scented hand soap after having them coated in spirts of hot cum. Expect maybe your supervisor, Agent Bradshaw. So you’d both lie, overcompensate to make the situation less embarrassing for all involved.

“If I didn't think you were worth my time I wouldn’t have given you so much of it at the Hard Deck, and at my home, and again the next morning trying to get you to stay.” Jake was wearing his whole heart on his sleeve. He’d never wanted to explore a situationship as much as he wanted to explore this one he had with you right now. He knew your name—that was it. But you had managed to take him hostage. “I don’t know if you know this about me but I’m not usually the guy who begs, but I’ll possibly consider it if you don’t wanna see where this goes?”

“Jake—“ You sighed heavily as you collected your things. Holding your files close to your chest, heading towards the open doors with Jake hot on your tail. “You’re gonna be my partner, technically—like my wingman if anything. I need to know that you’re going to have my back more than anything, I can’t be playing silly games with a man twice my age who at a moment's notice could decide suddenly somewhat submissive introverts aren’t his favorite play thing anymore.” Jake didn’t respond as he kept walking beside you, heading in the direction of the locker rooms. He couldn’t help but to think about the last time he was challenged like this. His mind was running empty because he’d never met someone who’d been so complex and interesting as you.

“Do I get a badge?” Jake smiled as he stopped in his tracks, your frowned in response as you stopped and turned to face him. Sun in your eyes.

“What are you going on about?” Had Jake not listened to a word you had just said? Or was it more his way of saying he had your back. You couldn’t tell—you didn’t know him from a bar of soap.

“Well if you’re my back seater and get a flight suit and everything. I think it’s only fair if I’m your partner I get a badge.” Jake grinned, he was trying to get you to open up. Trust him, there were clearly underlying self worth issues you had going on Jake would have to learn to navigate—but he thought why not start by getting you to smile. Mission accomplished he thought to himself as you gave him a soft chuckle and a smile so bright it made Jake's heart skip a beat. Something he’d never felt before.

“Would you settle for a fresh slate?” You asked softly, knowing you probably couldn’t do much about a badge. Sticking your hand out for Jake to shake, he did without hesitation.

“Absolutely Kas, absolutely.”

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[tragic-shadows]

hi! i was wondering if i could get something with gibbs where you're abbey's new assistant? using: "right person, wrong time" thanks!

Title: Back To You

Word Count: 2206

Warnings: None

Pairings: GibbsxReader

Summary: The director assigns you to be abby's new lab tech. After chip and Fred she doesn't trust you until Gibbs gives her a reason to.

"No." The lab tech's eyes darted between you and the director. 

"Abby," Jenny sighed, like it wasn't the first time they've had this conversation. "Chip was one person, Y/N is different. We've done an extensive background test and not only that but she's a former Marine." 

"I don't care what she is! Chip was a bad, bad guy, Director! And so was Fred! She's probably bad too!" 

"You do know that I'm standing right here, right?" You cross your arms over your chest. This wasn't where you wanted to be either, you wanted to be an agent in the field but the injury you sustained on your final tour wouldn't let you. 

"Director I cannot have an.. outsider as my assistant! I work alone." 

They kept bantering back in forth as if you weren't there until the Director finally snapped. "That's enough! Miss Sciuto, Y/N is going to be your assistant, no negotiations. This is final. It is still a trial basis, after one month we'll see how it goes." She gave you a look that clearly said 'good luck' before she turned to leave.

You stood awkwardly while Abby ran her eyes over you, squinting and turning her head in all weird sorts of way. 

"Is there something I can do to make you more comfortable around me? The director told me what happened to you, with your other assistants."

Abby rolled her eyes. "I'm sure she did. I'm sure you know all about them because you're one of them."

"Abby, I'm not.. one of them," you tried to explain, "I'm just me. You read my file right? I've done a tour in Afghanistan and a tour in Iraq and I've been working for the Army CID for eight years. I'm highly decorated, and guess what, I don't want to be here either, but here I am." 

Abby didn't answer, she just handed you a clipboard and said "Inventory." 

The next morning you arrive to work at a time that you thought was early, however entering the forensics lab you could see that you were very wrong. Abby was hovering over her computer, a print was running through AFS. Another agent was standing next to her, looking through a bin of evidence.

"Morning Abby," you say, putting your stuff down in the office. She doesn't answer you. You sigh, grabbing a Monster out of your bag and throwing on a lab coat. "Do we have a case?" You stood on the opposite side of the table as them, trying to get a look at the evidence laid out. 

"Sorry she gets like this when she's focused." The other agent smiles and looks up, extending a hand. "I'm Special Agent McGee, you can call me Tim." 

"I'm Sergeant Y/L/N. Call me Y/N. Very nice to meet you."

"And you as well." He leaned against the table, taking his time to actually talk for a minute. "Are you in the navy?"

You shake your head. "Army CID. So, are you the boss around here? Other than Jenny, of course." 

Tim laughed, shaking his head, "No, thankfully. That'll be Gibbs, wherever he is right now. He's a little intimidating when you first meet him but after awhile you realize he won't hurt you."

McGee continued talking but he had lost you at 'Gibbs.' It wasn't until you realized the talking had stopped and they were both staring at you that you realized you had zoned out. "Agent Gibbs," you start, "is he here now, or.. will he be coming down here?" 

"No." Abby answers. "Did you finish inventory?" 

You nod, handing her the clipboard that hung on the wall. "Finished last night before I left." 

She hesitated before taking it, giving you a slight nod.

"Is there something I can do to help you with this case?"

"No." She turned her back to you and McGee just shrugged. 

"So Gibbs," you say again.

"He's in the field right now," McGee replies. "Why?"

You tried to sound nonchalant as you answered, "I just want to meet the man in charge. Is there something wrong with that?" 

McGee shook his head. "Nope. Just kinda weird. Most people hear the name Gibbs and try and run as far away as they can. He should be back later this afternoon." 

"Y/N." Abby whirled around. "I'm going to give you a job. If you mess it up I swear that I will make your life miserable. Take this," she handed you a bin of evidence, "up to Officer Ziva David, McGee will go with you. Can I trust you not to kill him?"

You rolled your eyes and took the bin. "If that's what it takes for you to trust me." 

The two of you stood in the elevator, taking it up to the main floor. 

"This is Ziva. Tony, Agent DiNozzo, he's out with Gibbs." 

A young agent with curly brown hair and bright brown eyes smiled up at you. "You must be the new lab tech." 

"Yeah," you take the handshake she extended. "Y/N."

"Ziva David."

"Ziva is a Hebrew name, right?" 

She nodded. Before you could say anything else, there was a yell from across the bullpen. "Ziver!!" 

Your breath caught in your throat. That voice. It brought you back to 1990, stuck under 10 feet of sand, trying to claw your way out. You turned your head upwards. There he was. He hadn't noticed you as he breezed past you, barking orders at the agents. Ziva made her way down to autopsy and McGee was sent back down to the lab. Before you could turn around and follow him, Gibbs spoke up, still staring down at his computer

"Somethin' I can help you with.." He trailed off realizing he didn't know your name. 

You could barely speak. He was older, sure, but he was the same man you had met when you started serving. "Sergeant Y/F/N Y/L/N. I'm Abby's new assistant. It's nice to see you again, Gunny." You said the last part quietly.

His head whipped up and his eyes went wide. "Y/N/N?" You remembered the first time he had called you that. "Come with me." He put down whatever he was doing, leaving his computer flashing some message. "Now." He stomped towards the elevator and you followed. As soon as the doors shut, he flicked the switch on the wall, shutting it down.

"Thought you died, Gunny." You were met with silence. "You got blown up and then never said a word."

"Could say the same 'bout you." 

You shook your head. "I was never blown up."

"Thought you died," he clarified. "Sent you a letter after I was discharged."

"Where were you before that?" You tried not to sound angry, but you were. "Before you were discharged and after you were blown up? Where'd you go then?"

"Hospital. Coma for days." 

Your face fell. "I didn't know." 

"I know." 

"How's your wife? Your daughter must be at least eighteen by now. Shannon and Kelly right?" He turned away, suddenly not able to meet your eyes. "Jethro?" Your stomach dropped. "What happened?" You whispered.

"Dead. Killed while I was overseas." 

You felt tears forming for reasons you couldn't fathom. When you had met him, he had just married. All he talked about was how much he loved Shannon. And then when his daughter was born she was his everything. "I'm sorry," you whispered. You knew how he felt about apologies but you didn't know what else to say. "I didn't know." You found yourself saying the same phrase for at least the second time that conversation. You usually knew everything, it was part of your job, but now you just felt lost. 

"I know." He shifted and put his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, clearly wanting to change the subject. "What 'bout you? Still with that one guy? What's his name.. Max?" 

You smiled sadly and shook your head. "Broke it off as soon as I got back."

"Why? Always said ya' wanted ta' marry 'em." 

"I did." You only had good feelings for him, he had been your best friend and your best lover, someone you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. "But I couldn't. I just… I felt like I wasn't being honest with him. It was kind of," you drifted off.

"Right person, wrong time?" you said at the same time.

"Yeah." You stood in the silence for a few moments, each of you just looking at the other. "Jethro are you seeing anyone right now? Better question, are you ready to see anyone?" 

"No and depends." 

"On what?"

"The person." 

"Right." 

"I'd be ready if it was you." 

"Why didn't you try harder to find me? I mean, one letter Jethro. You're a man of few words but even that seemed scarce." 

"What was I suppose' to do? Far as you knew I was married, far as I knew you were datin'. I married three times after her."

Your eyes went wide. "Three? Goodness Jethro, you always did gave game." You rolled your eyes at how stupid that sounded but went on. "Can I ask you something?"

"Jus' did." 

You would have laughed if you weren't so shaky. It was like seeing a dead man walking. "All those years ago, if you hadn't been married to Shannon, would you have done something about how you felt about me?" It was no secret the feelings you both shared. During the war there would be brushed hands and gazes held longer than necessary, but you had both stayed loyal.

"Can't imagine that," he answered. "There bein' no Shannon, 's what I meant."

"Jethro, would you like to try again?" 

"No." 

You stopped. "What?" Had you totally misread the situation? Was he no longer the man you thought he was? Was he not in love with you anymore? "Did that coma go to your head or something?" 

"Mhm. That's what they do." He reached towards you and you thought he was going to flick the elevator off but instead his hand came to rest on your back, pulling you in. "Don't wanna try again. Insinuates that I failed the fist time. Was right person, wrong time. Now it's right person, right time." 

He pushed his lips against yours, gently, and all the doubt in your mind faded away. You let your tears fall as you held the man you had always loved, the one you gave up everything in hopes that somehow you would find your way back to him. And yet he was also the man that you had forgotten about, who simply sat as a torn photograph on your wall. He was nothing more than a memory of someone you had served with, and yet here he was. Flesh and bone and all the other good things that made up Leroy Jethro Gibbs. 

You kissed him harder, a disgraceful noise being dragged from your throat as he pushed you up against the elevator door. "Y/N." He groaned, pushing his leg between your legs to hold himself up. You wanted to breathe but you wanted him more. Your hands worked their way down, pulling his shirt up, discarding it who knows where. At the same time, he worked on the buttons on your blouse. You had wanted this for so long and now finally, finally, it was coming true. 

"I love you," you said sloppily. "Glad you're not dead.." The rest of your words were lost as he finally finished the buttons. Before he could rip your top off entirely, there was a ding from the elevator. You pulled away, just barely seeing the absolute love in Jethro's eyes before you realized you had been caught. 

"Abs." Jethro breathed, stepping out of the big metal box with you on his arm. Your back must have nudged the lift back on during the very sexy make-out session. The button you had pressed just happened to be that for the lab.

Her eyes went between the two of you in rapid motion. "So I see you and Y/N have met.. I was just coming to talk to you about her."

"Yeah? Somethin' wrong with her? Seems like she gets the job done." He helped you do your buttons back up, leaving his coat still on the elevator, whichever floor it was going to.

"N-no, I just wanted to say.." She looked back at him. "She's amazing at what she does." There was a hint of a real smile on her face as she said it. "Whatever makes you happy, Gibbs." 

"Hm. Know what'd make me happy right now?" He looked down at you, his blue eyes reminding you of the blue sky that broke through the tan desert. "I think McGee, DiNozzo and Ziva can finish this case up without me." 

"You think?" You grinned up at him, trying to tear your eyes away from the small red mark you had made on his neck. 

"I do." He clicked the elevator again, calling it back down. "Hope she's proved herself," Jethro said over his shoulder. You couldn't see it as his lips met yours again, but Abby smiled a real smile. Maybe this would be a good change from the CID.

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[crossdreamers]

Not all women menstruate. This is a fact. So why do women have to be defined by it?

Sara Rose Gibbs has published a very interesting thread over at Twitter on how she, as a non-menstruating cis woman was attacked by transphobes for daring to say the obvious: Not all women menstruate.

She writes:

I’ll never forget the first time I accidentally waded into a discussion on trans issues. It was a few years ago, I hadn’t really encountered the transphobic crowd before. Someone posted complaining about the term “people who menstruate” to describe, well, people who menstruate. 

The poster wanted to call them WOMEN. Embarrassingly, I knew very little about trans identities. So I wasn’t thinking about trans men or non-binary folks who might still have periods when I said I didn’t understand the problem with the term.

Not all women menstruate

I was thinking of myself - a cis woman who’s infertile. I thought it was both logical & inclusive to say “people who menstruate” because not all women do - & it can be very painful when people assume things about your reproductive system when it simply doesn’t work.

What followed completely shocked me. Suddenly my mentions were full of people screaming at me - awful things designed to cause maximum hurt. They called me a handmaiden, told me I was erasing women. One woman told me I was “divorced from my womanhood”.

Learning about transgender exclusion

So I looked into why they were saying these things. And that’s when I started to follow trans folks on here, watch trans YouTubers, start reading articles etc. I felt embarrassed that I hadn’t known what the discussion was about but also the bullying had been so intense, full on, cruel & personal that it left me in tears for days. And I’m a Jewish person on the internet. I thought I’d heard it all. I felt instinctively that it was important to defend whoever those nasty bullies were targeting. 

So trans people didn’t galvanise me into action, not initially. It was the transphobes. I may not have known anything about gender identity or transitioning - but I sure as fuck knew bullying when I saw it. And I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels that way. 

Follow up to thread

Just a follow up as this gained a lot more traction than I thought! The purpose wasn’t to centre myself (and I’m so so sorry if I came off that way) just to illustrate how the bullying mentality of that horrible movement is creating more trans allies than enemies.

Bit more context because it’s relevant - I think this was specifically in regards to some sort of workplace initiative for accommodations for people who menstruate. My point was if that survey had just gone out to women, that could have been distressing to people like me  as opposed to telling people that if you menstruate and want to feed back via this survey thing (if I’m remembering right) you can opt in, rather than have salt rubbed in the wound if it doesn’t apply to you or being left out if it does but you’re not a woman. Seems thoughtful.

Full thread here.

On how transphobes invalidate cis women

Note the way nearly all transphobes, to the right or to the left, insists on reducing a woman’s identity to bodily functions. This was the way traditionalists kept women under control in the 19th and 20th century. Women were nurturing life-givers, for sure, but they were also emotionally unstable, intellectually weak and unfit for positions of power, all because of their bodies. 

For some 200 years feminists have tried to get out of this body trap and show how women are the equals of men in any part of life.  But now, because of irrational transphobia, there are even women who try to reduce the worth of women to a fully functioning uterus, all in attempt to keep trans women out.  We see that this narrative also invalidates many cis women. This is truly sad.

Illustration by marzacz.

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[dracwife]

a match into water

ship: about this dream & you → mickey/tim word count: 765 summary: tim asks mickey about his scars. tw for implications of (past) selfharm, set early on in the relationship.

Timothy McGee did not fancy himself a particularly nosy person. Perhaps a tad oblivious, at times, but never so much as to overstep boundaries. He certainly was no Tony DiNozzo, overly intrusive and terribly persistent, nor was he any Leroy Gibbs, with the cold hard stare that would coax any secret out tumbling terrified into the open. It was with no malicious intent did he on occasion peruse Tony's desk drawers in search of uncovering what he so curiously and frequently tucked away in there, nor with any ill will did he capture a glance at Abby's texts after she so enthusiastically expressed in anticipation of her evening plans; Rather, it was his curiosity that so often led him down these paths. And never once did he intend to step on toes, or interrupt conversations, or allow it to steal his focus. No, his curiosity is what made him such a good investigator. And what good of an investigator would he be if he did not ask questions?

He was not afraid to ask them, nor was he naive, simply curious. And maybe that curiosity led him astray down paths he should not have so eagerly crossed, but for the better or the worse, he did traverse them.

And one such path, for once he almost regretted, when with anxious interest did he approach Mickey, who stood back turned to him in the kitchen of his own apartment. 

He watched him for a moment, from just into the den, from the doorway to the bedroom where he had barely a view of the other man. He was wearing Tim's shirt, something that did not go unnoticed, which left most of him regrettably bare; He caught a glimpse again of Mickey as he bustled about, gathering snacks and bowls. 

Tim'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a particular sort of fondness for the way the other found himself so at home here. He walked slowly towards the kitchen, and rounding the corner he finally saw the other man in full -- he let himself take in every patch of exposed skin, hair still damp from the shower, the way his head fell to the side as he hit 'Start' on the microwave. 

Tim wondered if it was out of line to ask. But that curiosity irked him more than the anxiety pressed.

The other turns, "Did you set up the movie?"

Tim nods, smiles. Pauses. 

"Can I ask you something?"

Mickey shrugs. "Anything."

He's unsure how to ask. Not outright. His head tilts to the side, he opens his mouth. Closes it. His brows furrow.

"Have you ever…Been hurt on the job? Like, seriously hurt?"

Mickey looks at him, confused. 

"Rolled my ankle once, while training. Hurt like hell. Uhm…" He thinks back. "Broke my wrist tackling a suspect. That sucked."

"That's all?"

Mickey chuckles under his breath, a nervous laugh, afraid to answer incorrectly maybe. 

"Uh, yeah. That's all. Why do you ask?"

Tim's eyes fall to the counter. "Just…Curious."

"You always are."

"I --" he stops himself. Whatever brevity and bravery he'd been so used to having was suddenly gone. He never really felt the need to keep them around when it was just them, alone. But maybe now would've been a good time to.

He finally resigns whatever mask he so desperately tried to fit to his asking. "I noticed the scars. I'm sorry for asking."

"Oh."

"They're not -- I really shouldn't have asked, I didn't mean to bring up anything, any -- Memories, or…I don't mean that they're…They're not distracting, or, or --"

"Ugly?"

"No! God, no. No, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."

"It's alright. I don't mind."

Tim waited, but so did Mickey. They stood in silence briefly. Solemnly.

"They're old. They used to be much worse."

"...The uh…The wounds must have been pretty deep."

"Yeah. Yeah, they were."

Tim's fingers find their way underneath Mickey's chin, and push gently up, tearing his gaze from his arms. 

"I didn't mean to be intrusive. You don't have to talk about it."

"I know," Mickey's answer is quick. Too quick, maybe. He softens his voice, "I know."

Tim uses his leverage to press a gentle kiss to Mickey's lips. His other hand finds its way to Mimi's own, tense and anxiously fidgeting fingers intertwine with stable. Tim's thumb runs softly over the rough skin of the other's wrist in reassurance.

"Maybe one day?" he asks. It's understanding, not urging in the way Mickey's used to people asking. Something sweeter. Quieter. More delicate. 

"Maybe one day." 

He answers in kind. A promise. 

#dex.writes #<3 #ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ | r. － t.m. #been thinking a lot ab my scars lately. if u couldnt tell

[ncisfranchise-source]

The NCIS team said goodbye to their beloved colleague and friend Dr. Donald “Ducky” Mallard in the touching February 19 episode that also honored the late David McCallum, who played the wise medical examiner (and later NCIS historian) beginning in the 2003 series premiere.

“The cold open scene where Jimmy comes in and finds Ducky [who has died in his sleep], man, I was just a bucket of tears,” confesses Brian Dietzen, who plays medical examiner Jimmy Palmer, Ducky’s longtime mentee, as part of our aftershow, NCIS: Case Closed. Dietzen co-wrote the episode with NCIS writer Scott Williams.

But grieving agents — and fans — got a happy surprise in the episode’s final moments with the appearance of Tony DiNozzo, played by Michael Weatherly, who departed the series in 2016. He showed up to comfort Jimmy. DiNozzo fastening a trademark Ducky bow tie around his friend’s neck before the funeral was a sweet moment that reminded us of how much we miss Tony’s wisecracking affection.

Weatherly wasn’t the only NCIS vet producers considered for an unannounced return. “We ended up deciding on having the character of Tony come back. It all made a lot of sense. This character, in addition to being close with Ducky, was Jimmy’s good friend, so when he comes to visit, it is to help the person who’s left behind. It’s really to be there for his friend,” Dietzen told us. “Getting [Michael] out here and doing all this stuff under the cover of secrecy and the dead of night sort of thing was really cool.”

Crafting the episode, in which the team solves one last case Ducky was working on to clear the name of a fallen soldier, was emotional for Dietzen. It was important to him that the case and the team’s experience were thematically linked. Both concern “the stories that we leave behind, and how those stories really matter to people and how we remember them,” Dietzen says. He and Williams started working on the script only weeks after McCallum passed away in September of 2023.

“It gets me choked up because I’m thinking of David and how parallel David and Ducky are and how parallel our relationships were — Jimmy and Ducky, myself and David — in certain ways. It definitely got to me,” Dietzen says. “In the midst of this, we went out for his memorial service at the beginning of January in New York and talked to his family about this episode. I really hope they love it.”

We all loved seeing Ducky again in clips that represented memories of the good doc that helped the agents solve the case. These snippets from the past were carefully selected.

“One that was a must for me — when I sat down at the writers’ room table the first day, I said, there’s going to be that the last clip that I want to play, and I think it’s the most fitting — is from the episode written by Steven Binder called ‘Face The Strange,’ where Jimmy is mourning the loss of [retiring] Gibbs [Mark Harmon] and the loss of [departing] Bishop [Emily Wickersham]. And before that, the death of his wife. That day I worked with David, he just knocked it out of the park. It was one of those days where he wasn’t with us too often at that point, maybe only a couple episodes per season, but he came in and just delivered this beautiful, beautiful scene saying that our pain is a small price to pay for [Gibbs’] peace. He seemingly in this flashback will eulogize himself.”

On set, memories of McCallum were the order of the day. “Every single person in this cast and crew were sharing stories, talking about him a lot,” Dietzen says. “There was a shared sense of duty to say that just as NCIS tries to honor our fallen servicemen and women, this is our opportunity to honor one of our own that we’ve acted alongside for the last two decades.”

Watch the full video above for more from Dietzen about working with McCallum and creating the episode, why certain clips were chosen, and what’s ahead for Jimmy and girlfriend Agent Knight (Katrina Law). Come back each week for an inside look at the latest episode of NCIS from the people who make the show.

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[specialagentlokitty]

NCIS/doctor who x reader - my inane friend

Hello 👋🏻. May I request a NCIS and a Doctor Who, where we are The Master's Companion/ his words "pet". We know the Doctor and we are on great terms something happens to the Master and The Doctor come to get us from the Navy Yard. The team is like what the hell. That this is totally 100% Platonic relationship with the two batshit crazy Timelord this can have multiple parts if you want it to be . - @asexualaromosafezone💜

You stared at your phone in boredom, spinning around on your chair as you sent another quick text to your friend.

Frowning, you set your phone down and sighed, picking up one of the papers laying about in your desk.

“Relationship troubles?“ Tony smirked.

“No moron, my friend isn’t replying.”

“You have friends?” He gasped.

You placed a hand over your heart, giving a fake gasp in hurt.

“Woah, words hurt.”

He laughed and walked over, perching himself in the edge of your desk as he plucked the paper from your hand.

“So, if you’re single, how about a date?”

“Nope.”

“Tony you really have to stop trying.” Ziva laughed.

She walked over and pulled a chair up next to your desk.

You all sat around talking for a little while, and McGee eventually came over to sit and talk with you.

As Gibbs came in, he sat at his desk and watched you all for a second. You smiled and offered him a wave before you carried on talking.

While you guys were talking you heard shouting and guns being drawn, so naturally, you all did the same. You drew your guns and spun around.

“Please I just need to find (Y/N)!” The woman yelled.

You quickly put your gun away and walked over to her, holding your hands to everyone.

“I’ve got this, sorry!”

Grabbing the woman by the hand, you dragged you over to your desk and shooed everyone else away.

They all went to their desks but kept a close eye on you.

Pulling the chair closer, you sat her down on it and leant in.

“Doctor what the hell were you thinking?” You whispered.

“I tried to call but they weren’t going through. You need to come with me!”

“I can’t!”

She sighed and shook your head, ruffling through the pockets of her coat, she pulled a note out for you.

“Here.”

You carefully read the letter and you snapped your head up towards her in pure shock.

“Where is he?”

“Uhm… in the basement…”

“He’s in autopsy… in the TARDIS…?” You whispered.

Just as you said that gibbs phone rang. He answered it and signalled everyone else to follow him as he ran off.

You shared a look with the doctor and sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I think they know.” You sighed.

“We need to go down there, now.” She rushed.

Nodding your head, you grabbed her hand and rushed her down the stairwell.

You knew them, they would be taking the lift in order for them all to get down there at the same time to surround the TARDIS.

At least if you could hear them in the stairwell you might be able to help explain everything because you knew there was no way you guys were going to be able to get out of this.

Rushing through the door, you ran down the hallways and right into Autopsy where ducky was standing on the far side, holding a scalpel out with a shaky hand.

“Ducky, go outside.” You rushed out.

“Where’s Gibbs? What’s going on?” He asked.

You walked over to him, gently placing your hand over his.

“Ducky, they’ll be here. Please.” You whispered.

He nodded his head, and handed you the scalpel and slowly walked over of the room.

You quickly walked out, grabbing the doctors hand you pulled her inside and closed the door, activating the emergency protocol knowing full well that no one would be able to get in.

“(Y/N)?!” Tony yelled.

“Sorry! I’ll explain everything, stay there!”

You turned to the doctor, ignoring the shouting of your team.

“What sort of state is the master in?” You asked.

“He’s very unstable, he doesn’t know what is what. I’ve had the TARDIS keeping him in a loop until I got here, I thought maybe you could break the cycle.”

You nodded your head and watched as she walked over to the door.

She looked at you and you gave a nod, and she gave a nod back, swinging the doors open.

The master came stumbling out, hair dishevelled, clothes a mess and he seemed confused.

“What have you done to them?!” He yelled.

“They’re safe! They’re okay! Look!” The doctor yelled.

She pointed to you and he spun around to face you.

Taking a few deep breaths, he stormed over to you and stood right in front of you.

“You’re not them…” he growled.

“Hey Master…” you whispered, smiling softly.

He shook his head and slammed his hand in one of the autopsy tables.

“You’re not (Y/N)!”

“Look at me.”

You walked over, gently taking his hand in yours. He stopped and turned to face you.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay…” you whispered, “I’m here.”

He took a shaky breath, turning his eyes to look at you.

You could tell he was tired, he hadn’t been sleeping. He was exhausted.

“She didn’t take you?” He asked.

“No, I was waiting for you to return, I got a job to pass time.” You laughed softly.

The master raised his hands, gently touching your cheeks as he inspected you. Trying to see if you were in fact you, if you were real or not.

“It is you, oh thank the heavens.”

The master quickly pulled you in for a hug, and with a laugh you hugged him back.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere pet.” He mumbled.

“I can tell.”

You pulled away and gestured for him to sit down, so he did, as did the doctor and you walked over to the doors.

Now you had to explain everything to the team, and the two time lords had no choice but to help you.

After all, they were your best friends, but your team were your family and they needed to know that these two were good, and they’d keep you safe no matter what

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[rose-edith]

Gibbs looking after you because you broke your arm

Hope you like it!

Gibbs looking after you because you broke your arm would include:

•he can’t help but go into over-protective mode. From the minute the injury happens he’s there at your side, and he doesn’t succumb to the little tug in his heart…though he can’t deny, you do look adorable as you sleep following the surgery, you’re in the hospital bed, with your arm and hand in a big plaster cast.

•when you’re groggily coming round from the anaesthetic he’s there stroking your hair, feeding you little sips of water, hushing you when you start to panic.

•Jethro insists that he comes to stay with you…and who are you to resist a lovely invitation like that? You eagerly agree! Because you think it’ll be fun!

•but it’s not quite fun. Jethro makes sure that you stay still-he physically sits you down on the sofa, tucks a blanket around you and gores everytime you try to move. The only time he lets you up is when you need the loo…but even then he has to help you get your panties up and down- leading him to suggest that you may as well not bother to wear them. So you don’t.

•he takes his responsibility seriously, he cares for you like he’s worshipping you. He cleans, he cooks, he cuts up your food so you’re not struggling with cutlery! And if you play on the injury, and bat your eyelashes at him, then he’ll feed you too- he’ll roll his eyes, but he doesn’t really mind!

•you manage to get him to lighten up a bit when you need a wash though…obvious you can’t get the plaster wet! So Jethro draws you a bath, helps you slip out of your clothes and then so that you don’t ‘slip’ and hurt yourself, he climbs into the bath with you, cradling your body with his own- keeping the arm that’s damaged out of the warm water. Gently, with the soft sponge he washes you down, and you can’t help but purr…this Gibbs, domestic Jethro was entirely lovely!

•accidentally you bump your arm, it sends shock waves through your body, causing you to cry out- Gibbs appears like some sort of magician! Carefully getting you sat down and breathing deeply until the pain subsides. But only once you’ve reassured him that you don’t need to go to hospital does he let the matter drop.

•when your arm is itchy- and my god is it hot and itchy!- Jethro grabs a chopstick and sticks it down the plaster cast, wiggling it around to ease the itching. He has to ignore the way you moan…he happens to like it rather a lot.

•it’s a hugs galore! You’re hurt, so if you want hugs and kisses and cheeky little food treats and snacks here and there he absolutely indulges you.

•however, if you want anything more than hugs and kisses you’ll have to bribe him somehow. But with the right incentive he’s absolutely on board!

•he can’t help but laugh as he tries to help you get dressed…as he says, he much prefers undressing you, and he’s much better at that too- it really shouldn’t take him as long as it does to get your bra on and your shirt on, but it can’t be helped! But of course when it’s time to strip you off, he’s quick at it! (He insists there’s no need for pyjamas- and who are you to question your man? But of course you insist he shouldn’t wear any either!)

•all in all it does take Jethro a little while to ‘warm up’- his strict nature sets in. But eventually he settles into caring for you, and his sense of fun comes back. By the time you’re ready for a new, lighter plaster cast (you can’t wait to pick the colour- you’re thinking blue like Jethro’s eyes!) you’re feeling thoroughly loved, and nearly all kissed out- but not quite!

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[themanagerisavampirex]

Task Eleven → Intro & Connections

Nani Pelekai // Thirty // Owner of Ohana Dance Studios // She/Her [Biography]

+ Hard-Working, Devoted, Feisty - Sarcastic, Stern, Irritable

Quick Facts:

Moved to Redwood Hollow from Hawai’i when she was 14 because of her dad’s job. They were supposed to move back when dad’s 5-year contract ended, but they didn’t get that far. The Pelekai’s still live in the house that their parents bought when they moved to Redwood Hollow.

#Disaster Bisexual - has for sure had the hots for all of her best friends at some point, and the only person that knows this is her Super Secret Diary.

Never sits down. Runs on caffeine. Tries to cook but is fucking awful at it. Sleep, whomst?

Has worked just about every single job going in Redwood Hollow at some point in the past 12 years.

Was a surfing champion in Hawai’i in her teens, and often went back during the summer to compete after moving to Redwood Hollow.

Was accepted to Redwood College for Dance & Sports Sciences on a sports scholarship, and had started her first year before ultimately dropping out to look after Lilo.

Fought tooth and nail to keep her family together, and will absolutely fight anyone who gets in the way of that. (To be fair, she’ll fight you for less. Don’t piss her off unless you want to be absolutely roasted to death.)

Drives an absolutely ancient car that only has a cassette player. She saved up for it as a teen through odd jobs and competition earnings, and finally had enough to buy her first car the year after her parents died. She hasn’t been able to afford another since.

Nani is super friendly and can talk to just about anyone, but be warned, she is also extremely sarcastic and takes no bullshit from anybody. She will call you out.

Taken Connections

Ohana - Lilo Pelekai (Sister) @imsorryibityoux, Stephen Pelekai (Adopted Brother)

Housemates - Gwen Pleakley @gwen-pleakley, Javi Jookiba @javi-jookiba

Besties - David Kawena (See Below), Babette Dust @babettedust, Becky Detweiler @beckydetweiler, Victor Lumier @victorlumiere

Relationships

What Are We? Boyfriend - Paxton Patterson @paxtonpatterson​

Nani and Paxton are one giant question mark, and one big avoided answer. They’re totally dating, but they’re both also totally stupid and in denial about. Everyone can see it. Paxton makes Nani feel all sorts of ways -happy being the main one- and she’s absolutely terrified she’s going to fuck it up by putting a label on it. She’s also scared that if she lets herself focus too much on herself and a relationship, she’ll miss something with Lilo. She will come out with the excuse that she’s “too busy” for all that mushy romance shit, but let’s be real, one look at Paxton’s puppy dog-eyes and floppy hair and she’s swooning. Plus, he’s a great cook, prime roasting fodder, and makes for a very comfortable napping location.

Ex-Boyfriend - Freddie “Flash” Slothmore @flash-hundredyarddash

They dated for a while waaaay back in the day. Nani thought she was ready for dating again but it was this relationship that made her realise that there was no room for that in her life when looking after her kid sister, and working 3 jobs. Freddie wanted them to go off into the world on some chill adventures, which sounded great in theory, but wouldn’t work in practice. The relationship ended amicably and they’re still friends.

Other Connections:

TJ Detweiler @tj-detweiler - Becky’s Brother. Pain in the ass. Would like to be paid for babysitting him, thanks.

Patrick Patterson @patrickpattersxn - Paxton’s Brother. They’ve bonded over absolutely roasting Paxton, and each other, apparently.

Elsa Arendelle @magicalelsaarendelle

Mrs Hasagawa - Nani worked at her Fruit Stall. She is now the bane of her and Paxton’s life. Ring-Leader of the Yoga Ladies.

Mary Gibbs @itsmarygibbs & Adam Legrand @magicaladamlegrand​

Persephone Kore @itspersephxne​ - The apparent mastermind behind setting up her and Paxton.

Hayden Bodaway @haydenbodaway​ - Paxton’s “Dad”/ Boss. Nani is stupidly intimidated by him though she would like to think otherwise, and makes an arse of herself every time she’s in the same room as him.

Wanted Connections:

The Yoga Ladies - Anyone can be a Yoga Lady. They have all banded together to give Nani shit about her love life, and honestly probably do that with half the town. Generally all older people in town, but basically anyone that attends the Yoga Class can fall under this category.

Lilo’s Friends (and enemies)

People that attend dance classes at her studio, or have kids/ siblings etc. that go.

Past Employers & Past Colleagues - Until Nani took over running the dance studio, she had to work every job she could get to keep her house, car, and siblings well-fed. If your character owns a business or is a manager, there’s a high chance that Nani has worked for them at some point. Whether she was fired, or quit, is all up for discussion. And she definitely knows a ton of people from having worked with them too.

Enemies - Nani needs someone that just really grinds her gears in the worst possible way.

Surf Buddies - Either current surf buddies or old surf buddies from her competition days

Wanted Plots / Plot Ideas

Watch Where You’re Going, Stupid Head! - Someone gets on Nani’s bad side for one reason or another. Maybe they almost hit her with their car and she proceeds to stick a boot in their bumper and she has to pay for the damages, or someone just catches her on a really bad day.

Two Left Feet - Nani has been tasked with teaching someone to dance, either because they want to build their confidence, or because they want to surprise someone, or anything really, but it turns out they have the coordination of a shopping cart.

Green Eyes - Would an Are-They-Dating? plot be complete without a little jealousy added into the mix to spice things up a little? Either Nani is jealous of someone who had been eyeing Paxton up at the bar, or she misconstrued a look from Paxton to someone else as potential flirting and honed in on that poor person instead of calling Paxton out, because she’s totally not jealous or anything.

Someone brings in David Kawena (see below) for the drama lmfao

Honestly, I don’t have too many wanted plot ideas for Nani that wouldn’t be heavily connection driven, so feel free to message me to spitball anything you want from Nani!

Wanted Characters

Characters I would love to see taken/ an OC for (in relation to Nani) that one day might get bios:

DAVID KAWENA my beloved! - Nani’s all-time best friend. They grew up together, and David was there for Nani and Lilo when their parents died. David was always Nani’s rock, her voice of reason, and her shoulder to cry on. At some point there were mutual feelings, and they almost dated multiple times, but Nani never acted on her feelings because she was afraid of ruining their friendship. (David was too important to her to lose him over something as stupid as dating.)

Honestly, would love to say they were best friends in Hawai’i and he came here to start college with Nani, and then tragedy struck, but can totally work with anything here. He either has been here this whole time, or had to move back to The Island a few years ago but Nani still keeps him updated on everything.

(And honestly who doesn’t love a bit of almost-lovers drama? Especially now that Nani is almost-kinda-sorta dating Paxton amarite???)

MOSES PULOKI - In the movie, this is Lilo’s Hula Teacher. Totally up for spitballing ideas on this one, but either he was Nani & Lilo’s childhood Hula Teacher, now in Redwood Hollow as a trainer or retiree, or he’s the person Nani took over the studio from.

With Bios: Stephen Pelakai & Cobra Bubbles

Stephen Pelakai - Nani & Lilo’s Adopted Brother. Honestly, as if social work wasn’t complicated enough they had to go and adopt Stephen into the family. Nani is listed as his guardian, as she is with Lilo, but she calls him little brother.

Cobra Bubbles - The Pelekai family social worker. Nani couldn’t see it at the time, but Bubbles really was looking out for Nani to make sure she did what was best for Lilo. I just think it would be really fun to see their dynamic now that Nani isn’t fighting against him all the time, and the risk of Lilo being taken away is now 0 because she’s not a minor anymore.

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How they are as Yanderes♥️?

Tw: blood, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, emotional manipulation, abuse.. i feel like YANDERE is good enough of a warning right. You know what fun stuff it implies. Belphegor was originally supposed to be a yandere, so why wouldn't these guys be yknow.

Idk i do too much soft shit gibb some violence in this bich 🫥

Conquest

Oh boy what a great Yandere he'd make! 😀 (Isn't he sort of already one thoughh...??)

Obsessive, possessive, delusional .. whole package! He's already only interested in MC originally out of pettiness after all. (1- they're human. 2- the brothers want em. So obviously HE has to have them instead! Cuz yknow, he wins everything)

And he's already affiliated with punishing whoever annoys him so he isn't above murdering someone for no reason. (Thank the pact for keeping him in check)

He doesn't want MC talking to anyone else. They can be free! They just, can't interact. Even his brothers is pushing it.

Meanwhile he can flirt with as many fans as he feels like it. He's an unfair piece of shit, but in his mind, he KNOWS he's never gonna be unfaithful to you. But he doesn't trust others with you.

The kind to babytrap. He's doing whatever is necessary to ensure victory. After all, that's his thing yknow?

The rose glasses are to prevent the blood from getting in his beautiful eyes ✨

(His eyes are already red anyway.)

It shows up super well on the rest of him, though since he wears light tones like white, washed out denim, beige...

On his demon form, which has shades of black and red, it's nearly impossible to tell though

Yep. Even his forms are double-sided.

If he had his wings, he'd wrap them around you... but yknow. Not anymore...Oh but maybe he'd be the kind to rip a demon's wings off and snatch them for himself. Cuz yknow, the bastard had LOOKED at you.

He probably kidnapped you by drugging a drink or a snack he'd offered you. If you'd have refused it, he wouldn't have taken a no anyway. He'd have shoved it down your throat if necessary..

He always encourages you and talks in honeyed words. He will rarely ever get angry with you, which probably only makes you sink deeper...

Aww you messed up and you tried to leave??? :C that's okay~ he think it's cute.. since he knows there was never even a chance that you'd succeed. He's not mad until you make HIM screw up.

Eventually your broken fragile mind will begin to associate him with good. As everyone else he blindly lies to and manipulates. You'l be totally convinced he's just too good for you...

Interestingly he'd be a mix of a yandere and uhh the type that always needs constant attention

Spoils his obsession rotten!!! Whatever you want, you'l have it!

He might show you off like some prize. All dressed up to show to his brothers and friends... if only they knew.

"Aww 💕 it's okay baby! I knoww you wanna leave real badly but if you leave... ...you ...won't be mine anymore........"

War

Breaks your kneecaps keeps you in his house kinda yandere

He also most definitely manipulates you with all his contacts until you think he's actually a pretty decent guy!

Oh would you look at that he snapped your wrist-

He believes in physical discipline and if you're being difficult you won't be for very long.

Famine gets mental trauma War gets physical trauma

He doesn't want you going unhealthy so he actually keeps you well fed and active.

If you're being annoying he won't be afraid to threaten you is all

Just physically abusive kinda yandere

He won't really do much at some point you'l just flinch at the threat and not the actual outcome

Probably the kind to have everyone you love killed, he has people who'd do that on his part.

"Leave..? Psh, don't be ridiculous. What even IS there to go back to???"

Famine

He knows the ins and out of the mind, if he wants to break you? He'l break you

Nevermind that his abilities involve chains and shackles, he will utterly break you so hard he won't even bother putting you in chains.

Isolation, starvation.. he'l have you trapped until you can barely think for yourself

He treats you condescendingly, he isn't afraid to put his foot down. Yes, he loves you, but that doesn't mean he'l go easy on you

Molds his obsession into the perfect slave. He's attuned with manipulating his way to the top. How to conquer whilst not even lifting a finger...

Brainwashing is practically a walk in the park for him.

He won't lock you up in some creepy basement. Urgh, he doesn't need to remind himself of his own isolation. No, it'l be semi furnished and pretty modern. But nevertheless a prison.

You find yourself not even doing anything on your own. For example you're starving- drooling at a plate of delicious expensive meat sitting on the table.. but you don't eat it, not whiteout permission.

As long as you behave, you won't be suffering Famine's wrath.. right?

He won't let you out of the house unless he's there to accompany you. You'l have to ask nicely to be let out.

"You want to leave...? Pff- hahahhahahah!!!...ahh.... you're even dumber than i thought!! 💕"

Death

He's obsessed and so afraid of you leaving him

You're never out of his sights ever wherever you go he follows.

Grade A at BNE

Probably steals your shit

Probably straight up sobs and has a panic attack if he doesn't know where you are

He doesn't realize how absolutely suffocating he is and honestly he's too cute i'd be afraid to tell him...

Not above putting you on an actual leash or put you in a cage Toma/Jumin style

He's so scared you'l wander off and die the world is spooky and dangerous :(

Delusional as heck he really just wants the best for you (so he says)

Will never expect anything out of you. If you don't wanna cooperate that's okay you're just confused 💕

He won't loose his temper unless you push him too far...

"Leave?.... nonono.. no you can't...... uhm.. leave......... ah- i'm sorry-??! Please don' t cry...."

Ezekiel

He does it professionaly

Definitely sinks slowly. At first he knows his feelings are wrong, and with how focused Ezekiel is he would actively fight it.

But... it's not such a big deal if he accidentally happens to keep the lip balm you lent him right...?

Or that jacket you left in his office....

He's slowly falling and is actively in denial. Of course he isn't an angel- don't be ridiculous, he can't 'fall'....

The angels wouldn't notice, he'd be absolutely sure to keep his feelings and secret business under wraps..

Even then what are they gonna do? Be disappointed? He already has their pact. Too late to take it back now.

He probably will never kidnap you. He's content with satisfying his obsession in secret.

By stealing your stuff

Unless you catch him red handed. He can't have you telling anyone...

You'l be treated well. You just won't be able to leave the house if not with him.....

He treats you as he would a roomie or coworker. Tries to act as if nothing happened. He's still in denial that he's most definitely gross and obsessive and crazy.

"Oh... you lost a shirt? Must have gotten lost in the washer. That happens. I'll buy you another one next time i go out."

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sparks in the ashes; chapter 10

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what u should know;

@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

cw; injury treatment (including painkillers), stockholm syndrome, very light physical violence ('friendly', think Gibbs slaps), flashback and discussion of war trauma/loss. some mild manhandling/fear at the end.

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To say that Inquirata was incensed would have been an understatement.

Victor only knew a handful of Quintesson words, mostly by tone; nonetheless, he didn’t need to know the language when he was returned to the laboratory, for Inquirata all but howled in dismay as they saw his state. Immediately pulling him free of the other, they had set him up for a scan, all while castigating the worker Quintesson with enough force that Victor would have felt sorry if his arm didn't hurt so bloody much. And when they eventually pricked him with something that made him not really care much of anything at all…well, he simply allowed himself to float in that haze, only partly trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

Did the Quintessons really keep turbofoxes loose in the same area humans were allowed to walk?…well that was just sloppy, he thought indignantly. Small mercy that it had a keeper like him, but a greater mercy he had this damn coat. Where was it, anyway? The creature better not have mussed up Sadie's work, he'd ask Inquirata if such a creature was able to be skinned if so much as a single thread was out of place.

"You back yet, boy?"

That was Katherine. When had he been moved down here? He frowned despite himself, the fog thinning out just a bit as he became aware of a cold compress over his eyes and forehead, and a snug pressure around his arm. Not the bite from before, but…he tried to raise said arm, only to find it firmly held down.

"Don't you dare ruin my work!" She sounded rather irritated, and Victor thought it wasn't for much of a reason, seeing as she hadn't been the one assaulted. "It's enough you've been babbling nonstop since you were numbed, if you’re going to start fidgeting I’m going to have you tied down!"

Well, that didn’t sound pleasant. He obediently stopped trying to get up…at least, until her other words parsed. Then he sat up with a jolt, eyes wide as babbling pierced the haze. Katherine promptly squawked in outrage as she started to wrestle him back down, but the only resistance he gave was grabbing at her with his good arm, his red eyes bright with emotion as he sought coherency. "I can’t- babbling? What have I-"

A sharp smack to the back of his head shut him up, at least for the moment. "You stupid fool-! All you’ve been doing is whinging to whoever 'Scarlett' is. If I were her, I’d have written you off long ago."

Color heated his cheeks as he eased his grip on Katherine. "That’s it-?" he asked.

The elder woman rolled her eyes as she reached up to tuck a few strands of wispy gray hair back into place. "Oh, that's right, you also gave away your brilliant plan to rid Earth of the Quintessons," she deadpanned, before breaking out into snickering…and then pausing, at the look on Victor’s face. "…I’m joking, boy, nobody has one of those plans." Her tone suggested that if he did, he’d better forget it, and it was an allowance that Victor was damn well going to take.

"Of course," he breathed, forcing a smile. "We’re better off for them and all, right?"

She gave him a look, then lightly cuffed his head once more. "Too thick," she scolded. "I’ve treated enough stupid young men to know that I don’t want to know what’s in that head of yours, but remember what I told you earlier."

"About Scarlett-?"

"No, you oaf." She jabbed a finger into his chest. "About not messing this up." When she was satisfied she’d made her point, she snorted, reaching for his arm. As she went on to speak, she looked over her work, and Victor followed her gaze. It was in a metal sort of cast, his hand free from the armor-like wrappings that supported it. He flexed it experimentally, only for a light swat to discourage excessive movement. "Now - Inquirata has me watching over you while your arm heals, which should only take two or three days by their work. As it does, we're going to do some exercises to make sure you've kept all your movement and so everybody can stay on schedule for the big day."

Oh dear. "Do you know when that is?" Victor ventured, and Katherine shrugged.

"From what Inquirata's said? Five days, at the most, and that's assuming you suffered more damage than anyone thought."

He wet his lips with his tongue, then ventured something else; "Can we push it to six?" The more time he had to recover strength, the more time he had to plan. If Katherine knew what he was thinking, then she gave no sign other than her usual severe look as she took it in.

"I'll try," she finally said, much to his surprise, "if you tell me who this 'Scarlett' woman is."

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They had met when they were children. Her family was steps above his own, which was just above what most would have considered 'poor'; he'd been relentlessly teased about taking a fancy to her, even when young and especially by his siblings, but something in her manner, her gaze, her wild red hair…she'd enchanted him since they'd first met, despite being a year his elder. He remembered sneaking peeks at her, only to find her peeking back and gracing him with the occasional smile.

Puppy love, it might have been called. All Victor knew was that she was the smartest, the most graceful, the bravest girl he'd ever known. This had only been reaffirmed when he'd found himself lost in the country one night, barely able to see the stars above as it started to rain. He'd been gone a full day and a half before she'd been the one to find him, tucked against a fallen tree while soaked to the bone and shivering miserably, and she'd been the one to help guide him home.

Perhaps some might have thought him foolish (his older brother certainly did, while his younger sister thought it was something out of a storybook), but from then on, she was as much his idol as his hero. And what was better was that she seemed to care for him in turn, not just as an awkward young boy half-tripping over himself to try and impress her, but she found him funny, smart, brave in his own way…

It went without saying that they would be wed when they came of age. But then came the Great War, and Victor's brother went off to fight while Victor himself was only kept from lying about his age for his concerns about Scarlett. Perhaps it was cowardice, but she had been grateful, at least, for his support. Her own two brothers had gone, and the only one to return seemed as though he was more dead than alive. He'd supported them, too, as best he could - for weren't they already family, in a sense?

When The War to End All Wars finally came to a close, they took each other's hand, said their oaths, and made it official in both faith and law as they looked forward to spending a life together in a healing world. Victor had secured work as an apprentice artisan thanks to his skill with delicate work; a steady set of hands was in surprisingly high demand, when many young men trembled with trauma.

Then the skies had opened up - great openings that he now recognized as full-scale spacebridges - and out came the Quintessons.

By now, Victor was old enough to fight, and he did - but it was Scarlett's family who was able to use their connections to keep him close at home. London needed protecting, after all, and if he was off elsewhere who else would protect their daughter? It was all he could do, it seemed, as first his family and then hers suffered loss after loss. Wealth and status was no shield against the squiddies, it turned out; his sister had been taking steps to become a proper nurse, and while she had proven quite apt at looking after her brother...it was all for naught when the house of healing was turned to dust. To say nothing of his parents, found with their hands clasped in one another’s in some final act of togetherness. 

By the end of it all, London was almost unrecognizable, and he and Scarlett had held each other tight as they were gathered with the other survivors to be 'processed'. No one had yet known what that meant, but Scarlett - ever reassuring, ever a shield in spite of being a woman - had promised that they would face it together, that she would be beside him no matter what.

Which made it all the more awful when a Quintesson had reached down for them, and she had looked at him with a flash of realization before violently shoving him away from her.

He'd shouted her name, fighting to pick himself back up, but the crowd had refolded around him before he could even so much as touch her coat. He'd reached up and screamed as she was taken from him, as he failed to protect her in turn, as they'd promised - and as the Quintesson had turned and taken her out of sight, something in him had cracked and broken, shattering into a hundred thousand little pieces.

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"I’m sorry."

It wasn’t Primus’s doing, and Victor nearly said as much as they sat by the brook by which a young Scarlett had guided him back home, but the words died before they could more than half-form. Instead, he nodded, grateful at least that he could bring himself elsewhere; the treatments now were more to accelerate his healing than to adjust his genetic sequence, but the physical recovery was still in Katherine’s charge. And she’d at least agreed to try and convince Inquirata of the need to delay just a bit longer, for what if Victor somehow erred before the Judge? No, they had to be absolutely certain he was back at full strength, well-rested and well-recovered from his encounter with the turbofox.

What the devil was one of those doing up there, anyway? he wondered.

"It must have been a pet," Primus mused, their blurred, only vaguely humanoid form still somehow familiar and welcome in this place. "Did you encounter any, during the invasion itself?"

Of course. He shuddered, thinking of the beasts let loose upon a line of men. Rank and file had been torn apart by alien animals that cared not for bullets nor knives, their own maws full of blades. Just imagining it threatened to pull the memory into something more present, but Primus helped him keep it from becoming overwhelming.

Which was good, because he was in no hurry to see one up-close again.

"Quintessons keep them as companions, occasionally," Primus went on to say once it was clear the thought-matrix was stable. "Though they've moved on to humans, here. In other worlds, the other species were treated in a similar manner."

Did they also use them as forces?

"You -were- a Guardsman," came the wry response. "But- not for invasions, not with sapient creatures. Too much at risk - turbofoxes are sentient, but not intelligent enough to consider things such as rebellion."

Victor took a breath, then brought up something he'd considered some time ago; What of you, Primus?

"…what do you mean?"

Are there others like you? Were there others like you?

There was silence for a long few moments. Then, slowly; "I don't think so. My memory is long, but I think I'm something of an oddity even amongst the Quintessons' creations - at least, they've tried to replicate me, but nothing has turned out quite the same." The images Primus brought up were many; of a first awakening, of their first experience with a species other than Quintessons, a sensation of a great deal of passing time before finally arriving on Earth…

All of it held a sensation that Victor could only think of as lonely. And he remembered another thing Primus had said, how no one was meant to live like this. He wanted to apologize for what Primus had gone through - perhaps not dissimilar from how Primus had apologized for what he had gone through with Scarlett - but instead asked, What do you plan to do when this is over?

"Pardon?" It seemed to take the other by surprise.

When you're out of here, Victor clarified. When we've fought off the Quintessons. Yes, it was something of a pipe dream, but hadn't he and Scarlett shared a good few of them? Hadn't he and Sadie shared dreams of her one day going to a college, of charting the stars above in a ship of her own? Indeed, it seemed to be something distinctly human, to wonder so - surely, Primus, who was more a person than some of those he'd met, could do the same?

"I…" for a moment, Victor feared he had guessed wrong. Then, slowly; "I suppose I'd like to see more of your planet. As many parts untouched by the Quintessons as I can." Encouraged by Victor's clear approval, they continued; "I would like to study you, but not like the Quintessons do as though you were something to break apart - I want to learn," it emphasized. "how you are, just by being yourselves-!"

For a moment, there was nothing. And then Victor laughed, clearly starling Primus. They seemed to look at him quizzically, only for him to wave off any concern with a broad smile.

You've just described something we still don't understand, he explained, thinking of some of those pompous 'learned' sort from back in the day, especially an old teacher ever-ready to rap knuckles. So quick to assume they knew better than anyone else-! But I'm certain that you've got just as good a chance as any of us.

"Then perhaps all you need is a bit more help." If Primus had taken offense by his amusement, there was none to be seen - if anything, they seemed further encouraged. "I don't want to take those discoveries away from you, after all."

Perhaps, Victor conceded, still feeling lighter than he had in some days. Perhaps it was sharing his stories of Scarlett, perhaps it was the understanding that the others did still have some fight in them, in their own ways - but he wanted this moment to stretch out as long it could, needing such just as badly as he'd needed the rays of the sun. And even if the discussion did move into Primus pulling up a map of the Spire, showing him where Joel and Simon were being held and discussing how he could use that information to go there, blind…

Such was needed, too, and at least, for now, they had time.

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The days had never passed more quickly.

While Victor had thought his waking hours were busy before, now nearly every moment he was either working with Katherine, working with Inquirata, or being further treated. He was sorely tempted to try and catch Hei's attention for that promised minute, but dared not risk it; better to only ask when they were ready to move. Instead, Victor dug in his heels as much as he could without being obvious about it, using Katherine's reactions as something of a cue. She was always grumpy, but as she was there giving the reports to Inquirata regarding his progress, he was able to at least catch her eye and pick up a bit of how she was guiding him to act in order to keep the ruse.

Inquirata was not pleased, not by any means, and despite how 'kind' they had been to Victor since he had been put under their care…it was becoming more and more obvious that Inquirata was still very much a Quintesson. At one point, they had raised Katherine up in the air by thought alone, not raising a single tendril, bringing her close to a face as she sputtered about Victor's progress being hampered by 'residual shell-shock'. It had taken every ounce of Victor's will to not hasten to her aid, and it was only done because she was so firm on pressing his mental state - but when Inquirata finally hissed and dropped her, Victor had instinctively rushed to the woman's side to help her up as the Quintesson gazed down at them both.

[You are such fragile creatures,] they said, sounding as if they, too, were holding back. [And you have yet to discover a cure for this affliction? Perhaps we should take it into our own grasp…]

"No!" It was too much, not just for the inherent threat to his own mind, but - Katherine glared up at Victor as the man stared up at Inquirata. "No, please- I will be ready. I want to be ready," he insisted, trying to think of what could possibly satisfy the Quintesson before it took more extreme methods. They loomed over him like some sort of baleful God as he went on. "I know how important this is, Inquirata, but I dare not put myself in a position where I could cause any sort of, of, embarrassment or accident, please, I-"

[Enough.] They held up a single tendril, and Katherine sucked in a sharp breath as if expecting to be torn from Victor's grasp. [You will not disappoint me - we have faith in your skill, Victor. We will go before Judge Deliberata tomorrow, and you will demonstrate your ability to open a spacebridge and travel through it, yourself.]

He could only nod as Inquirata turned around and moved away, one face remaining pointed towards the two humans as Victor guided Katherine's arm about his shoulders to help her to her feet. She mumbled a 'thank-you' as he helped her back down the stairs, and caught Hei's gaze as he eased her over to a couch.

Tomorrow, he mouthed. And Hei nodded in understanding, holding up a single finger in reminder.

One minute.

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Lil' Sis | Part 3

Warning: This may contain spanking

As they opened the door to the stairs they heard over their shoulder, " Tell lil' sis that dad is watching."

"How did he.."

"Don't ask McGee, that is just Gibbs" Tony finished before McGee could.

As they stood in the doorway, they could not believe what they saw. Abby had rearranged her whole lab so that the main lab area was bare of any furniture, she had uses some sort of high gloss wax on the floor and was sliding like it was ice. She twisted like a ballerina and as she turned around she saw the three bodies of her 'siblings' standing in the doorway." Hey guys, look at me, I am skating in the lab, how cool is this."

"Abby, I suggest you stop this and clean this back up, Gibbs gave us a message." McGee warned.

"Oh, yeah I am shaking in my booties."

"It is boots Abby" corrected Ziva.

"No actually it is booties Ziva," Abby said as she picked up her foot and showed her the blue bootie.

"Well, Abby, this is not the icecapades, so knock it off before 'Dad' shows up." Tony tried to warn, but could not help but notice that this did look fun.

"Ahhh, come on you spoiled sports, race ya. What are you man or chicken? What Ziva, ninja girl can't skate." Abby teased as she skated backwards.

"Abby, watch out." Tim yelled, but it was too late.

CRASH!! FLASH! Abby had skated into her chemical table which she had moved and knocked off a variety of volatile chemicals, and as she watched them mix a cloud of noxious gas was forming. "Oh, crap!" was all could say as Abby tried to run to the door, but the floor where the chemicals spilled was now not slippery but sticky like super glue. "Tony, McGee, Ziva, cough…cough,, help me, I am stuck.'

Tony entered the lab but the floor was way too slick at the door and he fell and could not get his footing. It was like watching a Chaplin movie, he was trying to walk but could get no traction. McGee seeing the cloud of fumes, pushed the emergency biohazard button the wall and then tried to enter the lab also. He was having no greater luck, the Ziva yelled out "Tony, do not breathe that in, your lungs have already been damaged, McGee lie on your stomach and let Tony stretch off you and reach Abby on his stomach. Tony grab Abby and pull, her stocking will tear, but she should be free. Just try to keep shallow breaths to keep from inhaling that stuff."

Ziva fearfully watched her brothers reach Abby, and with one hard yank Abby's tights tore and she was sent skidding straight towards the doorway and was stopped abruptly by a set of brown loafers. She knew before she even looked up who those shoes belonged to and she knew she was in deep trouble.

#Anthony DiNozzo #Jethro Gibbs #Abby Sciuto #Ziva David #Ducky Mallard #Timothy McGee #Jackson Gibbs

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the way they act like children together

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[simpforcrimeshows]

Can you write a Gibbs one about him getting drunk and is really sweet to the reader(wife)

Of course, here you go. I hope u like it <3

POKER CONSEQUENCES

Warnings: drunk!gibbs, FLUFF

AN: Who started the thing with the frozen peas at Gibbs' house? Idk but I like it, seems canon to me

You tried to close the door as quietly as possible and carefully layed down the keys on the wooden shelf, Jethro had carved for your entrance.

You were silently praying he'd be asleep.

Not because you didn't want to spend time with your lovely husband, but because it was currently 3am and he needed to rest. Sometimes he just needed to close his eyes and sleep.

At least that's what you always tell him when you take away his coffeinated coffee from time to time to drink it yourself.

No, honestly.

You wanted him to rest, so his body wouldn't stop working someday.

Of course, you didn't have high hopes. When you told him you'd go out with a few friends today, he had already made his plans to invite Leon and Tobias for one of their 'Poker nights'.

Hearing no loud voices or laugher and finding the table empty when you stepped into the living room, you assumtion was proven right.

They had already left, leaving your husband in the basement.

Slipping off your shoes, you heard something falling down on the ground with a loud bang. And someone cursing immediatly afterwards.

You made your way to the door to the basement, stepping down the stairs.

You needed a moment to detect his figure between the boat pieces of wood. He was bend over, looking for something on the floor.

"Honey, you okay?"

His head instantly shot up, hitting the edge of a table.

Another curse escaped his lips and he slowly raised, holding his head.

You couldn't supress a smirk when you made your way to him, passing the empty bottle of Bourbon.

"Somebody a little tipsy, huh?"

You teased him.

He groaned.

"You already home?"

"No. I'm actually Y/Ns doppelganger."

He looked at you in confusion.

"What?"

You chuckled.

"Forget it... Did you hurt yourself?"

You pried his hands away, gently touching the place he hit his head. He hissed at the contact.

"Be careful, yeah?"

Smirking you grabbed his arm, carefully dragging you with him. "C'mon, we gotta cool that."

He stumbled after you, you too fast for him to react.

At the stairs, you put one arm of his on your shoulder, trying to stabilize Gibbs so he wouldn't fall down the stairs.

Even when he was this drunk, some things just worked automatically for him.

For example, his hand instantly rested on your waist, just like it always did. His hand even unconciously squeezed for reassuring.

His breath smelled like alcohol. But there was still something Gibbs on him that you just loved.

It took a while, but you finally reached the kitchen.

"How did Poker go?"

You asked while you helped him on a chair.

You could literally see his brain working.

For a moment he seemed to think about it and then suddenly he bursted into laugher.

You couldn't help but chuckle when you got the frozen peas out of the fridge, homding it to his head.

When he finally had enough air again to speak, he smirked.

"Tobias has lost every round. Won a good amount y'now. Fornell'll pay your wedding ring."

Suddenly you blushed.

He'd never told you he wanted to propose.

He must've watched your face, because a moment later he gasped.

"Fuck. I shouldn't have told you this...I ruined the surprise..."

He looked really sad, almost pouting.

You blinked away the happy tears in your eyes, hoping he wouldn't see them.

"Oh no, it's okay honey. I'll just forget it."

You gave him a kiss on the forehead when you removed the ice pack.

"Okay, I think we're ready for bed."

You helped him up.

You could see something was on his mind.

"What is it, Jethro?"

He looked at you, thinking another moment before some sort of a lightbulb popped on over his head.

"How was girls-night?"

Wow. You didn't think he'd remember where you've been in his condition.

Smiling you answered, helping him uo the stairs.

"Very funny actually. Had good talks."

He hummed.

"S'nice."

He sat down on the toilet heavily when you gave him his toothbrush and started cleaning your teeth yourself.

"Missed you."

You turned to look at him, shooting him a smile.

"I missed you too."

Then he returned to brush his teeth in silence, though never letting you go out of sight.

"Do I have something on me or why are your eyes glued to me?"

He smiled, his eyes still watching you.

"You're beautiful."

You smirked. "Well, thank you."

He stood up, stumbling a little but then grabbing the edge of the sink to support himself.

Jethro got rid of the excess toothpaste by cleaning his mouth with some water and you dried his fsce with a towel and finished brushing yourself.

While you finished your routine, he stood behind you,

both hands resting on your waist and watching you through the mirror.

You leaned into him when you're finished and taking his arms you wrapped yourself in it.

He kissed your hairline.

When he started to fall backwards by your weight tho, you smirked, stabilizing him again.

"Let's get you to bed."

He followed you into the bedroom. You sat him on the edge of the bed and took out a fresh shirt for him.

"Get changed, Jethro." You ordered while picking something to sleep in by yourself.

Surprisingly he undressed himself without needing your help. Being finished already, he watched you changing.

You felt his eyes roam every inch of your body.

Suddenly you felt two large hand travel down your sides and he started to put sloppy open mouth kisses on your neck. His front was flush against your back.

He breathed heavily, his rough palms grazing along your soft skin.

You slipped in one of his shirts and turned in his arms.

You stopped his movements by putting a finger on his lips.

"Nah-ah."

He let out a frustrated huff.

"Why?"

You chuckled. "You're way too drunk. Believe me, you'd regret not remembering this."

He pouted, dipping down and pressing a kiss on your breast, pulling a whimper from you.

"No. I'll make it up to you in the morning."

You pecked his lips.

"I promise."

He sighed, letting go of you and collapsing on the bed.

After a moment you joined him under the covers.

His hands instantly found your waist, pulling you closer to him so your noses would brush.

"Need t'go t'work early tomorrow." he muttered against your lips.

You hummed, closing your eyes and letting your hands rest on his chest, gently brushing up and down.

"I'll wake you."

He sighed.

"Don't wanna leave you alone."

You smiled.

"It's okay, Jethro. I need to go to work too."

He brushed nose against yours.

"Can you pick me up from work tomorrow?"

You chuckled, kissing him.

"Of course."

"Whats so funny?"

"You've never asked me to pick you up before."

Eyes already closed, a wide smile appeared on his face.

"I wanna show off my wife y'know. Cause your so beautiful."

You slowly connected your lips to his.

He kissed you a bit sloppy, but you appreciated it anyways.

This was probably the best he could do right now.

You pulled away after a while.

You cuddled into his embrace and turned so he could be the big spoon.

He put his arm under your head and his other secured your waist.

Planting a sweet little kiss on your neck, he exhaled loudly.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

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[floraltypes]

Could I have “writing each other notes” with my boy Jimmy?

who - jimmy palmer x reader

an - this was such a cute request!! i love jimmy hope you enjoy <3

please send in more requests

Palmer was leaning over on your desk, chatting with you with his head in his palms as you laughed at some cheesy joke he made. The mans smile brightening up a lot, a little pink blush appearing onto the tips of his nose.

“They are still flirting!” DiNozzo groaned. “Aren’t they passed the honeymoon stage yet?”

“How do you know they’re together?” Ziva questioned, her now walking to DiNozzo’s desk to get a better look at them. McGee entered, bee lining straight to Tony’s desk as well.

“Who?” He questioned, the Tony hoping up in surprise and Ziva’s eyes widening at the random appearance.

“Y/n and Jimmy, probie, come on now,” Tony sighed, slightly pointing to the two lost in their own world. “It’s so painfully obvious.”

“They don’t like each other, Tony. They both always say that they’re just friends.”

“People can lie about crushes, and it’s clear that’s what they are doing.”

“L/n! Palmer!” Gibbs stormed in, now right at his desk but not before slapping the back of DiNozzo’s head. “Don’t get in other peoples live life,” He turned to DiNozzo. “You two need to stop chatting, get to work. You’re distracting others and yourself, no more talking to each other for the rest of the case.”

“What,” You muttered, looking at Jimmy as his own eyes widened.

“Don’t forget rule number 12.”

“We aren’t dating!” You exclaimed, putting your hands up.

“By-” Jimmy tried to speak before he was cut off by Gibbs.

“We have a case, grab your stuff,” He commanded, unlocking his own badge and gun.

You all left the building, Gibbs in his car and you going with him as the three others took the van. You hesitated in sitting in the front seat, knowing you were on a job and still were going to have to be professional, but upset at your boss for his stupid reasoning.

The car ride was pretty quiet, making it to the scene rather quickly and hopping out to start checking out it out and the body. You watched Ducky and Palmer’s van pull up. The two stepping out with their own equipment and moving towards the body. You and Palmer exchanged multiple glances throughout it all.

It was a odd feeling not being able to talk with each other, a mutual feeling you two shared in that moment. Always enjoying how easily it was to chat to the other one, your personality’s complimenting each other well making you very close companions.

Yet, something was always bugging Palmer, a feeling he couldn’t just grab and break apart. A complicated puzzle where the pieces were starting to look the same.

It was a feeling that when you arrived, a smile lit up on his features naturally. Your little pat on his arm caused some sort of butterflies to erupt in his stomach, but he obviously knew there weren’t any butterflies. The way your laugh was naturally made his eyes glimmer a bit more, feeling somewhat proud he was able to get that reaction out of you. You trusted him. Him.

But you’re both just friends…?

He’s been meaning to invite you out for a drink today, wanting to do it earlier but because of that story you told it slipped his mind. Too concentrated on listening to you, learning more about you and your life so you could have more conversations.

He had a coupon that was ending tonight, and a favorite, small band of his was playing. He had been talking about the band to you for a while, and every time he did it seemed like you were interested in going. But how was he going to invite you now?

“Palmer?” Ducky spoke, snapping the man out of his trance.

“Sorry, Dr.Mallard, uh, he has many bruises and cuts, it looks like this stab wound,” Jimmy pointed to one on the body. “Was the one that killed him, hit a vital artery.”

“Good job.”

“Got a time of death?” Gibbs questioned, standing behind them.

“About a day or two ago,” Ducky answered, getting off of his crouching position and handing Palmer the bag to help get the body back to autopsy.

It was something that had to be quick and required strength, so Palmer quickly did it. Once arriving back to the building, the body was on the table and tools were scattered around in the tray.

“What is bothering you Mr.Palmer, you have been having trouble concentrating today,” Ducky spoke up, as he began cutting open the body, the white gloves adorning his and Palmers hands.

“Gibbs made some rule that I can’t speak to Y/n. I got this coupon for the bar and I really would like to invite her.”

“Then you should invite her.”

“But I can’t speak to her, so how would I be able to?”

“I think you will find a way. You’re a smart man, just try to not think of the obvious solution, in this case talking, and another.”

“I’ll try,” Palmer huffed, pushing his fingers into his forehead, as if it would allow him to have a idea on what to do.

Ducky and Palmer soon continued with the autopsy, actually truly getting a look inside the mans body in hopes of discovering the answers Gibbs was impatiently waiting on. Palmer tried to focus throughout it, trying to not let his mind wander to what to do about you.

The two of them were able to find out a clue regarding the murderer and called down Gibbs. The older man entered the room, doors sliding wide, and you rushing in behind him, a file in your hand.

“Jethro! I heard about your little rule,” Ducky laughed, wiping down one of his medical tools, looking back at him.

“So, what about it? Now, what have you got for me Ducky?”

The two of them began chatting, Ducky revealing some vital information which could end this case pretty quickly. Palmer sat, watching as you stood beside your boss listening carefully. You were trying not to glance back at him, knowing that if you would you might say something.

Palmer was worried that you were possibly upset, and tried to think about how he would talk without talking in his younger years, possibly high-school, That’s when the ingenious idea came to him…

On your way out, Palmer lightly grabbed your shoulder, stoping your walk, and snuck a little piece of paper into your coat pocket. He sent a kind smile and you began to catch up with Gibbs, waiting till you arrived at your desk, you opened the note.

‘bar with me tonight? u can meet my favorite band!’ It said on the note, in his little, cute writing. Your eyes lit up in surprise, knowing exactly what bar he was talking about and looking it up on your computer to see the band was playing.

A smile adorned your lips as you scrambled in your desk drawer to find a post it note, along with pulling up another tab and typing a website name in to it in order to get some information for Gibbs and the case.

You were able to find what was needed and write the confirmation note, you watched as Palmer exited off the elevator, two coffees in hand, as he placed one on your desk, and you slipped the note into his hand.

The rest of the NCIS agents watched the little interaction but no words, surprised at how you still both decided on getting time with each other. Gibbs entered the room and you all gave up the evidence you found, soon grabbing your gear and leaving to go and get the murderer.

You all felt grateful that it was a shorter case, nothing that took too many days since the murderer was sloppy. When getting back to the office, Palmer waited sitting on your desk chair with your coat in his hand and his hair more ruffled, like he was working on fixing it.

You opened your mouth to say something before DiNozzo beat you to it.

“Palmer, waiting for Y/n? I’m telling you McGee, it’s obvious they like each-other.”

“Palmer is just being a kind friend, wouldn’t you say, McGee?” Ziva questioned, the both of them looking at the man.

“Um,” He muttered.

“We aren’t together,” You let out a exasperated laugh. “Drop it,” You rolled your eyes and let him help you put on your coat, the both of you moving to the elevator and having a conversation once in there.

“I bet they are chatting already,” DiNozzo rushed to the window, McGee and David following behind him to look out the windows and watch as they left the doors, chatting away and stepping to the side.

“Just like good friends would do-” Ziva began until they watched as Jimmy moved a hand to your waist and you moved a hand to his cheek, the both of your lips connecting in a possible kiss. Then pulling away for Jimmy to smile so brightly as you ruffled his hair, kissing his cheek, and the both of you connecting your hands to walk to his car.

“Good friends? Right,” Tony scoffed as Ziva’s eyes were wide open, McGee’s mouth open wide.

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Gibbs x reader - give in

im still not sure if this is the way to request something but can i have a 5. “You’re bleeding.” “I know.” “Why?” “Because someone has to keep everyone safe.” and 38. “You’re dying.” “No… I’m not. with Gibbs?? - Anon 💜

Sitting in the corner of the room, you breathed slowly in and out as you placed a hand over your leg.

Pain was coursing through you, but you had to get back up. You had too.

Bracing yourself on the wall, it took your everything you had not to scream in pain as you stood up and started to limp out of the room you were in.

Gun in hand, you slowly walked around the corner, and in a split second you fired.

Gibbs spun around wide eyed before he quickly made his way over to you.

“Thanks.” He said.

You gave a nod and looked around.

“Is that everyone?” You asked.

He nodded, and you holstered your gun, leaning against the wall as you left out a soft hiss of pain.

Gibbs looked at you in worry before his eyes made their way down to where you had you hand tightly grasped around your thigh.

“You’re bleeding.”

You started to use the wall to walk forward.

“I know.”

In a split second Gibbs had his arms around you, helping you keep your weight off your injured leg as you both started to make your way outside.

“Why?”

“Because someone has to keep everyone safe.”

You guys carried on walking, Gibbs never really said anything else so you didn’t either.

You were too focused on trying to make it out safely, trying to contain the pain.

That focused in fact that when you guys rounded the corner and a shot rang out, you didn’t even register yourself falling into the floor.

You could register the pain you were feeling, you simply had your eyes fixed up.

Gibbs was quickly above you, eyes full of worry as he placed his hands over your abdomen.

“Hang in there…” he whispered.

You gave a small nod of sort, and tried focusing on your breathing.

Everything was pulsing, your vision was blurry, and your hearing was getting worse.

“G…Gibbs… wh..ats… happen…ing…?”

“I’m going to be honest. You’re dying.”

You didn’t reply, but tears pooled in your eyes. You didn’t want to die, but at the same time you wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else either.

You moved your hands, they felt like weight, and pushed them under his, locking eyes with him.

“No… I’m not…”

Gibbs smiled, giving a small laugh.

“Stubborn as ever.”

You refused to die here, like this. This wasn’t how you were supposed to go, and you’d be dammed if you gave in that easy

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