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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 2 months

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So Many Questions Part 3

Prompt: You’re pulled in for questioning by NCIS and are quickly surprised to see your ex-boyfriend as your interrogator.

Notes: Some characters are post season 11. Some smut ahead! @kittenlittle24

Part 2. Part 1.

“I’m here to see Agent Gibbs,” you told the security officer. Making a quick call, he nodded and let you through, now adorning a spiffy visitor pass on your chest.

You entered the big orange room with a small smile, grateful this time you weren’t here to be interrogated. You spotted Agent McGee and Bishop sitting at their desks but no sight of Jethro.

“Miss L/N. Everything alright?” McGee asked as you rounded the corner and chose a chair to sit in.

“Oh yeah, everything’s good. Except for the whole phsycho investor trying to kill me. I felt too vulnerable at my office so I came here to see if I could help in any way.”

Both agents gave you a look that you could only describe as part fear part awe.

“What’s the problem?” you asked, looking around to see if there was a big spider somewhere.

“Uh, you’re just sitting at Gibb’s desk. No one sits there except Gibbs,” Bishop answered, laughing nervously. Jeeze. Is Jethro really that intimidating that his agents are scared of a desk chair?

“Well I saw an empty seat and took it. He won’t mind I’m sure. He’s not even here.”

“Oh but I am,” you heard, turning to see Jethro walking over with a cup of coffee in hand. He stopped to stand in front of you and for a few seconds you both just stared at one another, a silent fight for dominance happening. If the chair was so important, you’d let him have it.

You stood up, now close enough to him to smell his aftershave and gave him a smirk. You always loved challenging him, but loved it more when he challenged you back, as it usually ending with him on top in the literal and figurative sense.

Stepping aside, he took a seat and you moved some of his papers so you could sit on the corner of his desk. His team looked thoroughly shocked but didn’t say anything as Jethro barked at them.

“What’d you got?”

“Well Torres and Quinn are interrogating Cheryll Reznik. She told them Ian Chandler had been talking with a man named Dominic. Bishop and I were able to connect an electronic payment he sent for 10k to a Dominic Waters. Turns out Dominic had just been released from prison about a week ago for armed robbery and aggravated assault. Perfect man for a small hit job in need of cash.”

“Then go bring him in McGee. Take Bishop with you.”

They both quickly scurried off, not wanting to be in the awkward space that you had made. Once the elevator doors closed behind them, you spun around, legs now hanging over Jethro’s side.

“Well you certainly have them trained well.”

“Yeah, they listen. Unlike you. I told you to go back to work, we’ve got this handled.”

You leaned in slightly, watching as his eyes briefly glanced down at your slightly opened blouse and then back at your eyes.

“You know how much I love pushing your buttons Jethro. Plus, I’ve been at work all day and haven’t been able to get anything done. I didn’t feel safe there without you there.”

You picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste. You forgot he liked his coffee plain.

“I’ve got an agent assigned to you when I’m not there,” he explained, taking the coffee out of your hands and taking a sip of his own.

“It’s not the same. Plus, I was thinking maybe we could get a bite to eat. Im starving and I’m assuming all you’ve had today is coffee.”

“No time. Got a killer to catch.”

“Yeah well you’ll be no good to anyone when you pass out from lack of food and an overdose on caffeine.”

He gave you the familiar look that let you know that he let you win the argument. He only ever gave it to you when he also secretly agreed with you.

Without a word, he got up and you hopped down to follow him with a triumphant smile.

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“I don’t know why we couldn’t have gone to Duke’s. They’ve got the best beet salad,” you complained, sticking an overly cooked fry into your mouth. The little diner was cute but you were sure they weren’t known for their food.

“This place has good coffee.”

You watched him sip his probably 5th coffee of the day and rolled your eyes. Just then, your phone began ringing and you saw the caller ID as your next door neighbor.

“Hey Greg, what’s up?…What? Right now?….Can you see what he looks like?”

You listened to him give you a description and motioned to Jethro that it was important.

“Ok, no don’t confront them! We’re on our way!”

You hung up as Jethro had already gotten up and paid for the dinner.

“My neighbor just called saying someone was breaking into my place. His description was vague but it looked like they were looking for something.”

You both left the diner and sped off to your house. When you arrived, Greg was waiting out front and he gave you a hug, receiving a look from Jethro.

“They left just after I hung up with you. Took off in a blue sedan. I’m so glad you weren’t in there. I think I saw a gun.”

“Stay here,” Jethro ordered, pulling out his own gun and Greg’s eyes got wide.

“Don’t worry Greg. He’s a federal agent.”

The two of you waited as Jethro cleared the house and came back outside.

“What do you think he was looking for? Does this have anything to do with that crazy lady shooting you Y/N?” Greg asked as we all walked up the house steps.

“I’m not sure Greg, but I appreciate you calling.”

“Yeah no problem. I enjoy looking out for you,” he replied with a smile. Jethro gave him his classic hard stare and Greg cleared his throat awkwardly, smile fading.

“Alright. Well as long as you’re safe. Have a good-

The front door shut on him before he had a chance to finish his sentence and you looked at Jethro.

“He was just being nice Jet.”

“Mm-hm.”

You went around the semi trashed house, trying to figure out if anything was taken as Jethro picked up a little wooden boat from your shelf and inspected it.

“Your first gift to me. Made out of an old piece of driftwood I think you told me.”

He put it back and walked over to you as you finished putting back the couch cushions together.

“Well I don’t think anything was taken but honestly, I could be sure-

You were promptly interrupted by Jethro’s lips on yours and almost froze in shock.

When he didn’t make a move to pull away, you quickly matched his energy and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer.

You both took steps until you felt your back touch the hallway wall. His kisses moved from your lips to your neck as you pulled his jacket off.

“Bedroom. Now,” he spoke huskily, sparking a fire within you. Grabbing his hand, you led him down the hallway and into your bedroom that had also clearly been tossed. You could’ve cared less as the both of you got undressed, Jethro setting his gun and badge down on your bedside table and pulling you into bed.

He didn’t stay on top too long before grabbing you so that you sat atop of him, easily sinking down onto his more than ready length. You both moaned at the contact and you made quick work, rocking back and forth with Jethro’s big hands gripping your hips.

“Just like that baby,” he grunted, looking up at you as you let your head fall back in ecstasy. His hands traveled so that your breasts were being squeezed and pinched, quickly bringing you closer to your climax.

“I can’t last much longer Jet,” you panted, clenching around him, making his eyes close.

He sat up and pulled you in for another kiss, hands helping keep up your rythmic pace until you fell apart, orgasm hitting you like a freight train. He wasn’t far behind, groaning and holding you still as he filled you up, knowing you loved it when he came inside of you.

Breaths heavy as you both came down from your high, you stayed together, embracing each other. He tiredly peppered kisses on your shoulder and gently ran his fingers across your back, making you shiver.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss against your ear. “You were always so easily overstimulated.”

“Yeah well you make it so easy with your talented multi-tasking.”

Eventually, you two separated, you heading into the bathroom to clean up. When you came out, Jethro was on the phone but handed you your clothes.

“Yup. We’ll be right there.”

He hung up and finished tucking and buttoning up his dress shirt.

“That was McGee. They’ve got Dominic in interrogation. He wants to confess.”

“That’s great,” you said, getting dressed and walking over to him as he clipped his badge on and gun on. Fixing his dishelved hair, you smiled and pecked his lips.

“I hope you’ll still come by even after we nail this bastard.”

“Well someone’s gotta make sure Greg keeps his distance.”

You laughed and followed him out.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Sing To You -Pedri González

This was one of the requests my dear @mqsi passed me to it says: "I have an idea maybe the barca team goes to a karaoke bar and you and gavi/pedri will sing together or he would like serenade a song to you!🫶🏼" I changed it up a bit, hope you don't mind at all🙈 Also, I did not put the other part because I choosed Pedri for this one

Summary: After a long but fun Karaoke Night with your friends, you share an especial moment with your boyfriend, Pedri.

You were having the greatest time ever in a little while, drinking, eating and chatting with your friends was always a good remedy to anything. You laughed once more watching Frenkie, Robert and Ousmane sing No Roots; Sira, Ana and you had already sang your lungs out to Dancing Queen, the three of you having watched Mamma Mia an uncountable amount of times that you could recite the dances and you did; Ansu, Pedri y Ferran had sang Bizcochito as well. Gavi wasn’t in the mood for making a fool of himself with a song but you were trying

“¡Venga! Aquí todos estamos haciendo el rídiculo” You said shaking your head “Pepi did the best rídiculo ever a few moments ago for forgetting ‘his part’” You said smiling as Gavi shook his head

“What’s up with me?”

“You did amazing and I loved it, I expect a private show later!” You winked at him as he laughed leaning down to kiss you “Gavi doesn’t want to sing”

“Oh come on, Pablito” Pedro said pushing his shoulder “Don’t be afraid, it’s just us”

“I’m gonna be the laughter of the week” Gavi mumbled

“You won’t” Balde said “Torres and I have still to sing”

“You can’t be that bad” You said “In fact, you can’t even be worse than Ansu”

“I wasn’t bad” The named one replied

“Sure” Alejandro and you spoke at unison and laughing

“I’VE GOT NO!” Frenkie and Ousmane ended the song

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO” Robert kept on with the last note of the song

“Not even Christina Aguilera, mi amor!” Ana said making her husband double in laugh and making the rest of you do too

“Who’s next?”

“¡LOS TWIN NAMES Y ALEJANDRO!” You yelled

“Are you out of your mind?” Pablo whispered to you

“Not out of my mind but with a very few drinks on, yes” You said pushing him out of his stool lightly as he stood up following the other two. You gave him a thumbs up and a smile relying on Pedri’s side, he instantly wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him

“¿Estás bien?” He asked you as you nod laying your head on his shoulder, suddenly his body warm, the scent of his aftershave, his cologne and his natural scent made you dizzy in the greatest ways ever, you wanted to close your eyes and fall asleep into him feeling the safest and most loved person ever by his side, he looked down at you and your sleepy eyes met his gorgeously big and brown ones. You hum “¿Segura?” He asked as you nod once more

“Estoy bien” You said smiling “Besides, we have to hear Gavi singin-” You cut yourself off with a yawn

“You’re sleepy” He smiled “I can see and feel you” You hummed giggling

“Am not”

“You are”

“No, I am not”

“Yes, you are” He said flicking your nose lightly as you laughed pushing his hand away

You suddenly burped softly, he opened his eyes a bit and raised his eyebrows up as you looked at him surprised and laughed

“I’m sorry!” You laughed covering your mouth

“You’re tipsy”

“I’m Y/N not tipsy” You said quickly “Who would call their kid like that?” You asked shrugging your shoulders “Definitely not my parents, not yours and not us”

Pedri smiled at the thought of kids with you. Of course after two years and half of relationship you’ve talked about your future, marriage and obviously kids.

“Wanna go home?”

“I wanna you” You said making him smile widely

“Yes, we’re definitely heading home” Pedri said standing up and excusing himself

“What are you doing, bonito?” You asked eating a french fry

You changed moods quicker than he ate his mom’s croquetas.

“We’re heading home, bonita” He replied grabbing your jacket and purse

“Why?”

“Because it’s late, bonita” He smiled at you “and you’re a bit sleepy”

“I told you I am not sleepy” You reclaimed standing up after waving everyone goodbye and send them kisses

“Are you gonna tell me you’re not?” Pedri asked once as you got next to him, you smiled grabbing your purse from his hands and intertwining your hand in his

“Hey! Where are you going?” Gavi asked with the mic up on his lips “We gonna do These Boots Are Made For Walking”” Your eyebrows shot up

“We are going home” You said “But don’t mind you’ll do great! Make sure to record it, amigos, I wanna see it!” You smiled “Don’t forget, if you don’t tie your boots, one day these days you’re gonna walk all over the floor because of them” You sang lightly and commented, making everyone in the table laugh as Gavi rolled his eyes trying to hide a smile

Pedri and you walked over to his newly bought Maserati, he opened the door of the passenger seat but before he let you in, he kissed your lips trapping you in between his arms and his car; you smiled into the kiss, breaking it

“Tú ‘tas muy guapo” You whispered after separating from him

“¿Ah sí?” You nod “Gracias” He smiled

“Y es que me refiero a que estás más guapo de lo normal” You said smiling making him blush lightly

“Gracias bonita” He pecked your lips, helping you get in as he leaned into the car door “I don’t know if I told you this in the past hour but you get prettier every second passing of the day” You blushed

“Come inside and bring us home, Romeo” He smiled and closed the door, jogging up to the drivers side, turning the car on

The ride home was quiet with you fighting the sleep but still with your head on his bicep, Pedri’s hand on your thigh and your hand on top of his as he drove, the sound of the radio being the only thing you could hear. He turned in your shared house and kissed your head turning off the car

“We’re home” You untied yourself from him pretending as if you weren’t about to snore, rubbing your left eye and yawned again when you felt the door being opened

“I’m sleepy” You said to him as he raised his eyebrows

“I thought you weren’t?”

“But I am now” You pouted with your eyes closed and soon you felt his lips on top of yours “Hey!” You exclaimed lightly while laughing “Want another one” You puckered your lips and soon felt his lips on you again “Another?” He kissed you once again

You opened your lips to speak once more but were cut off by him “Will give you another and many more inside”

“Let’s go” You smiled walking towards the door

Pedri helped you get out of your clothes; took off your makeup and got you into an old shirt of his, you were one step from falling deeply asleep and almost fell whilst walking up the stairs which made Pedri cling onto you.

“¡Amor!” You called out for him

“Here, preciosa” He said getting into the covers and wrapping you in his arms

“You did so well tonight, Pepi” You said “If you ever mess up in football which is impossible because you’re El Mago” You both laughed “…singing can do good for you” You smiled “you’d only sing Quevedo and Rosalía though” He laughed

“You don’t stay behind, you were amazing with that Mamma Mia impression” You laughed

“Sing something for me?”

“Like serenade you?” You nod humming “A ver… Which song do you want to be serenaded with?”

“Up to you, Pepi” You smiled “A song that reminds you of me, of us, anything” You shrugged with a smile on

“You won’t laugh?” You shake your head

“I could never”

“Okay…” He nodded “This song is practically the song I listened to after knowing I had fallen for you and everytime I’m away I listen to it because it remembers me of you and I just love it so much” You nod in understanding

“That’s cute. I also do that” He smiled

“I know you’ve serenaded me with Ocean before” You blushed

“I’d like to think I did a pretty good job with it”

“You did, bonita. I loved it” He whispered as he got closer to your face, one of your hands went to cup his cheek caressing it lightly

Your limbs intertwined, your head laying on his bicep as the rest of his arm hugged you by the shoulders, his other one around your waist, both of your legs messed into the others.

Tan solo tú

Solamente quiero que seas tú

Mi locura, mi tranquilidad y mi delirio

Mi compás y mi camino

“Solo tú” He slowly started to stop singing and more whisper-talking “Solamente quiero que seas tú. Pongo en tus manos mi destino, porque vivo. Para estar, siempre, siempre… Contigo, amor” You smiled leaning into him to kiss his lips

“Te quiero” You whispered, eyes ready to cry a bit as he smiled

“Y yo a ti. Muchísimo”

“That was the most beautiful and best serenade I’ve ever been given”

“Didn’t do much” You shook your head smiling

“You did more than anyone else would do” You finally let out the tears you were holding in “And all I want is to hear you sing that beautiful song once more” His eyebrows shut up lightly

“You will do mi amor” He saw you fight a yawn and smiled kissing your lips “but for now, we need some resting. I love you so much, hermosa”

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

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firstelevens · 2 months

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bed sharing for the ask game?

🛏️ Bed Sharing

After the week they’ve had, Bucky is tired enough that he doesn’t think to ask why Shuri looks so smug at dinner. He’s mostly just caught between relief that their mission is over and worry for Sam, who spends the whole meal looking like he’s about to pass out facedown in his stew.

It’s only afterwards, when a member of palace staff escorts them to their guest quarters, that Bucky realizes he messed up. Sam is half asleep, listing into Bucky’s side at this point, so it’s in hushed tones and reasonably competent Xhosa that Bucky says he’ll just get the Captain situated before Bucky gets shown to his own room.

The blank and somewhat panicked stare that he gets in response is all that Bucky needs to realize what happened. He backtracks immediately, assures the now-worried attendant that he just misunderstood, and hauls Sam into the room before the conversation can deteriorate any further.

Sam is just awake enough to stumble off to the bathroom, grabbing sweatpants from his duffel as he goes. Left alone in the room, Bucky surveys the space.

The view out the windows is beautiful, the room is tastefully decorated, and—to absolutely no one’s surprise—there’s just one bed.

Part of Bucky is delighted that things between him and Shuri have been repaired enough for her to play silly pranks on him again, but did it have to be now? And did she have to drag Sam into it?

They’re due to stay at least another three days in Wakanda, long enough for Torres and Yelena to heal up fully. If Bucky reacts now, Shuri’s just going to escalate things, and he’s not sure he’s ready to see what leveling up looks like here.

Bucky considers his escape routes. He’s been in the guest quarters at the palace enough times over the years to know that all the rooms are similarly appointed, and there’s always a plenty-comfortable chaise by the coffee table, arranged to face the windows that look out onto the city. When he turns to that particular spot in this room, it’s conspicuously empty.

There might be a couch in Yelena or Joaquín’s rooms, he reasons, but if either of them wake up to find him sleeping there, he’ll never hear the end of the questions about lover’s quarrels, and they’re both too injured for him to put any real menace into a threat. He could take the floor, maybe, but if he does, Sam’s either gonna fix him with those big brown pity eyes or he’ll mention it to Shuri in passing, and either way, Bucky’s going to suffer.

He spends long enough quietly panicking over his options that Sam comes back out of the bathroom. He stifles a yawn, his faded St. Bernard Bullfrogs t-shirt clinging on for dear life as he stretches his arms over his head.

It takes him a second to take in the room, but he seems unfazed when he does. “We sharing?” he asks Bucky, yawning again.

“It’s just a mix-up,” Bucky says quickly. “I can—”

“We’re sharing,” says Sam, with an absentminded pat to Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t get fresh with you. I’m a gentleman.”

Bucky’s face goes hot. He’d been doing just fine panicking about sharing a bed with Sam in the abstract; the last thing that he needs to think of is what it might look like if Sam did get fresh with him. He swallows hard and shakes his head to clear it.

Sam, for his part, is completely oblivious to the crisis that Bucky’s experiencing. He just ambles towards the bed and throws back the covers on the right side. The sigh that he lets out as he settles on the mattress is pure relief, accompanied by a softly mumbled, “I love Wakanda.”

It’s deeply inconvenient, Bucky has to admit, that Sam is so cute. It would be fine if he were just hot. Hot would be fine. Hot can be ignored. Cute, on the other hand…cute isn’t something Bucky has defenses against. Cute is why Bucky always caves and takes the boys out for ice cream before dinner and why the baby goats in Bucky’s charge always got away with misbehaving. Cute is why Alpine is the most spoiled cat in the five boroughs and why all three Barnes sisters always knew that the quickest way to get something was to ask Bucky for it first.

Cute is why—after a furiously-whispered pep talk in the mirror about finding an attendant and asking to be shown to his own room—when Bucky emerges from the bathroom to see a bleary-eyed Sam sit up and pat the left side of the bed, his feet take him there without any conscious signal from his brain.

(Cute is why, when Bucky wakes up the next morning to Sam clinging to him like an octopus, he just kisses his forehead, turns off the alarm, and pulls him closer.)

#sambucky #zainab does ask meme things #my fic #anonymous #I can't believe this is what it took to finally get me to write some canonverse stuff

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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These Hands Had To

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!omega!Reader Word Count: 963 Summary: After their first mission, Torres told Sam Wilson that people who said things were better during The Blip were wrong, and even though so many things have changed since the snap that reversed The Blip, he still firmly believes that. However, there was the emergence a rumor - possibly a reality - that was the stuff of folklore and fiction: a biological hierarchy of alphas and omegas determining new contexts for human interaction. It's Joaquin's job to sort and sift through the chatter of rumors, conspiracies, and whispers, and sort out what's plausible, but this...

Content Warnings: omegaverse, brief strong language, fluff to smut (abrupt SMUTTY SMUT, p in v penetration)

Additional Notes: Written for the week three 'Something New' challenge for @the-slumberparty to try a trope I've never written before. I was struck with a big want to write something for Torres because he really doesn't get enough love, and then one thing led to another and I knew I wanted to throw him into an Alpha/Omega situationship, and I had ideas for their meeting and also ... their mating, but my brain also got flooded with the WHAT IF idea of what if when the Avengers snapped everyone back into existence, they also triggered an omegaverse that was slowly but surely manifesting among the world population? because... why not start entertaining that what if? idk. if this lands, I think there's room for a lot more, but... no promises. Title inspo from our lord and savior Taylor Swift. Also, bonus trope I've never tried before: a "how it started/how it's going" fic.

A/N 2: Also a meet cute vote for @thestanceyg Trope Madness 2023.

HOW IT STARTED

Joaquin’s head snapped up.

There was a faint scent, but it was distinct – floral and a little something else, and it was there, pulling at something in his chest, his lungs yearning for more of it.

But he remained absolutely still as you smiled politely, stepped into the elevator, hit the button for the forty-seventh floor, and stood off to the right side of the elevator as the doors slid closed.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’d read about this maybe two months ago. Reports and rumors of biological shifts, primal manifestations. Unpredictable, but undeniable once they manifested. The information was limited because it was an unprecedented phenomenon that seemed beyond belief, and almost equally becoming feared or glorified as it emerged across the globe.

And why was his brain hyper focused on the theories when you’re now in an elevator with him and in a matter of moments you’ll part ways?

What was on level forty-seven? Had he been to that floor before?

He was a naturally friendly and reasonably intelligent human, why couldn’t he form words? What was happening?

He didn’t need to flirt, he just needed to say something.

He turned his frame slightly towards you and “What’s on forty-seven?” tumbles out of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m not sure, first-time meeting with a potential client for me.”

“Who are you meeting with?”

“Strictly confidential,” she retorted, turning her face up to look at him, a coy smirk already on her face, but when her eyes met his, the draw was palpable, and he knew she could sense it, too, because her jaw dropped for half a moment before she blinked and then looked ahead again.

“What about you? Are you a regular?” she asked.

He smiled but looked ahead as well. He was glad she didn’t want to let the silence linger after that moment. “Semi-regular. I’ve been doing some consulting.”

He watched the floor count continue to rise, quickly approaching the forties.

“What’s your line of expertise?”

“Intelligence,” he replied.

And then she laughed, but it was warm. “That’s almost as vague as my ‘confidential.’”

He joined her laughter. “It’s the veritable truth. Cross my heart.”

“Your heart?” Her head inclined toward him again, and he mirrored that small side glance.

“Mhmm,” he hummed.

The elevator suddenly jolted and paused, the lights flickering, and they both reached out to steady themselves, resulting in each throwing an arm towards a wall and to each other.

But it was only half a second and then the lift continued its smooth ascent.

But he was now closer to you, and you locked eyes again. Joaquin slowly moved his fingers down your forearm, keeping his eyes on yours, and then lifted your wrist up. It seemed instinctual, natural to want to draw your wrist close and truly take in your scent. But he did so cautiously, he knew he wanted to do this, but he wasn’t sure if it was too forward for a connection like this. Softly, he pressed his nose to that tender pulse point and inhaled.

You chirped, which seemed to shock even you, as your eyes grew big, and you covered your mouth with your other hand.

But you didn’t withdraw your hand from his grasp, and your scent now was easy for him to identify – floral with a hint of citrus, warm. His heart swelled in his chest.

Then the elevator dinged, and the spell broke. You took your hand back and stepped out of the doors as they opened.

“Good luck with the meeting,” he called out to you disappeared and the doors closed.

Then he hit the wall of the elevator, cursing that in that final moment he hadn’t even thought to ask for your name or tell you his. His mind started racing through possibilities because that was clearly an Alpha and Omega moment and he needed to see you again.

HOW IT’S GOING

You were naked in his arms, straddling his lap, your breasts pressed against his chest, while he rubbed each of his wrists over your cheeks, causing you to whimper, overwhelmed by this act of scenting you yet needing more of his intoxicating smell at the same time. You rocked down against his erection, causing him to growl into the kiss you shared. A moment later, he had you on your back, looming above you, the powerful alpha showing his dominance, yet watching your face, eager to prove he would not subjugate you, but instead worship you. He did not want to merely claim you, he wanted to pledge himself to you but with the understanding that you give yourself in return.

“Are you sure? I want you with everything in my being, but not until you are ready to give me your body, your heart, and your soul, Omega, it has to be all or nothing.”

Looking into his eyes, the fire in them was so fervent, you didn’t hesitate. “I’m already yours, Alpha, please.”

“Say it again,” his voice was low, but every one of your senses was fully focused on him in this moment, as he guided his cock over your folds, only stoking the desperate fire your felt for him in your core.

“I’m yours, Alpha.”

“Mine,” he echoed, and plunged in with one powerful thrust, filling you completely, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You gasped and clung to his shoulders, a sob escaping you.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek and kissed the corner of your mouth. “So good for me, Omega, how does it feel?”

You canted your hips, wanting him to move.

His hand moved quickly to your hip instead, stilling your movements.

“Use your words, Omega. How does it feel to finally have my cock inside your tight cunt?”

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

#joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres #omegaverse #joaquin torres smut #mcu fanfiction #navy and roo's sleepover #how it started #how it's going #how it started/how it's going #aspen wrote something #trope madness 2023 #female reader

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blackbat05 · 2 months

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Cozy Valentine

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Plot: Valentine's Day doesn't have to be over the top. Sometimes, all you need is simply good company and great food.

Genre: PG-13, Fluff

A/N: A little slow but Happy Valentine's Day (regardless of relationship status!) because everyone deserves that extra love!❤️ Thanks for always showing my stories love and I apologize that I haven't been that active.

Trope: Deep Friendship. I couldn’t choose one from that section because I think it’ll be great if readers interpret it their own way! Thanks @the-slumberparty for the opportunity again!

❤️💜🩷🩵💛💚

"Thank you!" The last library patron calls out and you wave back gratefully.

You shelve back the remaining books and made a sweep around the premises to make sure that there was nothing left behind before calling it a day.

The lights are switched off and you step out into the open, the statue lighting up the path to the bus stop. The last group of students huddle under the shelter and you can't help but to notice a few couples cozing up with each other as the rain slowed down into a drizzle, giving a cool breeze to the evening.

You can't wait to get back home, get into your jammies and watch Princess and the Frog with Barbecue chips. Someone should have warned you that holding a part-time job and job hunting was much harder than it sounds.

"There you are!"

You see Joaquin inside his jeep that is parked at the bus stop. His greeting has clearly attracted attention as students unbashedly stare at you. Joaquin seems the least bothered as he chuckles watching you make a run for the jeep.

"Drive! You can't stop here or else you'll get honked by the bus!" You scolded playfully as the jeep takes off.

"Hello to you, Miss Bossy," Joaquin laughs. "Hungry?"

Before you can respond, a loud growl emits from your stomach and you go positively tomato. "Don't say a word." You threaten as Joaquin raises a hand in surrender.

"Your choice mi lady."

"Ramen."

Joaquin drives you to a row of shophouses near the university library you work at. The smell of meat and broth wafting through the shop as the staff guides you to your table almost had you drooling for miles. The service was first class as the bowl of noodles came out just minutes later after your orders.

It had been a tough couple of months for you, but being with Joaquin somehow made your stress magically disappear. You didn't have to put a mask, or be mindful of your mannerisms. You could be… you. Suppers with Joaquin became a regular schedule and the situation you had to deal with became less scary.

The laughter went deep into the night and Joaquin drives you back, Ed Sheeran playing gently on the radio. The jeep rolls to a stop as you reach your apartment.

"Wait." He stops you from leaving the jeep and stretches his arm to the back to retrieve a white paper bag. "This is for you. Enjoy your movie."

You look into the paper bag and see a blueberry cake neatly presented in a box along with a rose.

"Thank you," you lean forward to give him a hug. "Thank you." You feel stupid for repeating your thanks but that was exactly how you were feeling. Joaquin made today a little less lonely. He made your fight a little less lonely. You will yourself not to cry and Joaquin smiles at you sadly.

He makes sure you've safely reached your apartment before leaving. Everyone is away on their trips and you have the whole apartment to yourself. Maybe you'll use the big screen TV instead of watching the film from your phone. You wash up and prep the movie. You put the bag of chips that you laid out earlier before leaving for work back into the basket and plate the blueberry cake.

You're all set in your baggy shirt, the movie starts as Tiana works towards her dreams, the cake tastes particularly sweet today and now that you've noticed… the rose seems brighter in the dark.

You don't know why, but it comforts you.

#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #danny ramirez #i’m still alive!#struggling at life but priorities be straight😂#writing therapy #happy valentine's day #added more tags for reasons lmao #navy and roo's sleepover

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httpsdana · 29 days

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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟑

summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?

pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader

warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst

previous part -> next part

Ferran's POV

Ferran still couldn't believe, that the y/n he was secretly stalking on social media, was Pedri's sister. It felt even weirder knowing he's a secret admirer.

He was still at Pedri's apartment, waiting for him to come from the bathroom. Ferran opened Instagram to pass some time. He was scrolling in his feed, when he decided to open his notifications. He usually opens them every once in a while.

He was met by the most recent notification.

@y/n17 started following you

Ferran smiled widely, and opened her account to make sure it was her. Sure enough it was.

"why are you smiling at your phone like that?" Pedri said, sitting down next to him, trying to get a peak on his phone

Ferran turned his phone off and dropped it next to him, unable to hide the smile on his face. he shook his head, biting his lip to avoid smiling too wide.

"oh so it's a girl" Pedri smirked.

Ferran didn't reply, only avoided eye contact with his best friend.

"it is!" Pedri yelled, making Ferran groan and push him away from him

"just shut up" he mumbled

"who is the lucky girl?" Pedri asked

"it's no one. can we play now or I'll leave" Ferran said, making Pedri chuckle

"I'm gonna get it out of you soon" Pedri said, causing Ferran to roll his eyes

Imagine Pedri knew the girl Ferran is secretly obsessed with is his twin sister.

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y/n's POV

"hey y/n, we need you for a YouTube video in a few minutes" one of the admins told y/n, as soon as she stepped on the training pitch

"uh...yeah sure" she mumbled, surprised they even asked her.

She's been playing for the first team for a few months now and this was the first time they had asked to film a YouTube video.

After getting her ready, y/n sat on the chair that was put out for her. Weird thing was that there was another chair next to her. She thought maybe one of the content creators will be asking her some stuff. How wrong she was

"we're just waiting for Ferran to arrive, he must be here in a few minutes" the lady behind the camera said

y/n's breath got caught up in her throat, and she wasn't able to process what she heard.

She was going to be filming a video... with Ferran...

"sorry I'm late, Xavi wouldn't let me leave immediately" he smiled in apology at the girls, before he turned to y/n

She was still too stunned to speak, so when Ferran asked her how she was she took a while to reply

"oh... uh I'm fine thanks" she mumbled, a small smile on her face

Ferran was about to say something when the lady behind the camera started talking

"you're gonna be filming the balloon challenge. just asking you some questions while the balloon is being blown. whoever has the ballon and it pops with them, the other gets a point" she explained, as both of the players nodded

"must be fun no?" Ferran turned to y/n, who only shrugged and mumbled a maybe

The ballon started with y/n

"first question, how many la liga titles has the men's team won?"

"uhh... 25?" y/n answered, not too sure

"a bit more"

"27?" she asked

"yes! pass it to Ferran" the lady replied

y/n basically threw the balloon at Ferran, who only complained how y/n's question was too easy

"how many kilometers from Barcelona to Valencia?"

y/n chuckled at the question. Ferran glanced at her with a smile, before returning to the question

"um...500" he said

"less"

"400?"

"a bit less"

the balloon was now almost about to burst

"370?"

"less"

the ballon was getting too big now

"350" he said, moving the balloon away from his face

y/n was now close to laughing out loud at him. He looked so cute trying to avoid the balloon

he's not cute y/n. he is just Ferran

"a little tiny less"

"348?" he asked

"yes!"

Ferran gave y/n the balloon quickly, their fingers brushing against each other, that spark they felt when they shook hand coming back again

Before the lady was even able to ask the question the balloon popped

"damn that's loud" y/n murmured, while Ferran was laughing at her

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"and that's a wrap. make sure to like the video and follow us on social media" Ferran said the outro, before the filming was over

"now that was really fun" Ferran said, looking at y/n while he desperately tried to make a conversation with her

"if you didn't cheat it would've been even better" she smiled a bit, while he gasped dramatically

They were now walking towards the training pitch

"I did not cheat!" he said, making y/n shake her head

"you totally did! you were wasting time on purpose so the balloon would burst when it's with me even when you knew the answer!" she complained, while Ferran was only smiling down at her, glad she was slowly getting out of her shell

when he didn't reply, y/n looked up at him, only for him to be looking down at her in a weird way. It wasn't weird, she just thought it was.

They didn't say any word, looking at each other for a few seconds until one of the coaches called y/n

"time for training!" the coach said.

y/n cleared her throat, and broke the eye contact. Ferran looked away and nodded his head

"see you" he waved at her. She only nodded and started speed walking to the gym

Ferran bit his lip, his smile showing off easily that he didn't even try to make an effort to hide.

did she have to be his best friend's sister?

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emmathemandelaresident · 8 months

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Mandela Catalogue: Mirth ♡

New place, new encounters! ♡

Cheerful.

Bubbly.

Friendly.

Kind.

Those are all the characteristics you have.

Your name is (Y/N). You are a 21 year old girl with a..quirky personality. You always had a cheerful friendly expression on your face. I mean, you loved to meet people and give them some sweets (mostly cookies). You were also a big hugger. No matter what kind of personality people have, you would always hug them for no apparent reason whatsoever.

You had recently moved out from your dad's house. You needed to find a good job somewhere. A job that pays well, has good management, and good workers. Luckily, you found a place that has jobs with all of the characters you expected.

Mandela County.

You had heard about this county before. The county is currently in a deadly situation causing danger towards people's lives. And that deadly situation is..

Alternates.

You remembered that you learned about Alternates and that they are dangerous creatures that will inflict death onto you. Knowing you though, you always believed that people, dangerous or not, always have good inside of their hearts. You believed that every single person in the entire world, regardless if they are human or not, have a piece of gold in their heart.

With that belief, you wanted to be friendly to those Alternates. So you decided, 'Screw it. I'm gonna move to Mandela County.'

What could possibly go wrong?

So you moved to the county. And let's just say that you weren't expecting the county to be so..gray and dull. That was weird. You had never seen a place that has the colors of an abandoned city. You assumed the Alternates were causing the gray and dull colors to appear. But oh well, you dealt with gray and dull before. Like I said...

What could possibly go wrong?

As you moved into the neighborhood, it was even more dull and gray. There was nobody walking, so the entire neighborhood looked all empty. Now you were getting concerned about the people in the neighborhood. You hoped that the Alternates did not hurt them. You didn't even met them before but your selfless instincts were kicking it. You decided to check on them.

After setting your stuff down at your new home, you went to a nearby house. You rang the doorbell, nobody answered. Huh, that was weird. You were confused. Maybe they went out? You went into another house.

You rang the doorbell and knocked on the door. No response. 'Okay, maybe they went out as well.' you thought. You walked to another house

Ding Dong! No response.

And then another house..

Ding Dong! Again?

And then another house..

Ding Dong! Okay what the hell is going on?

And then another house...

Ding Dong! At this rate, you became more concerned for this neighborhood.

At this point, you became worried. Why was nobody responding? Is this a busy neighborhood? Wait..What if the Alternates already killed your neighbors!? Maybe the Alternates were more deadly than you thought. You decided to walk back home for your safety.

As you were walking back home, you found a dark haired man wearing a suit walking to his house. You were surprised to see him. 'Maybe he might be part of my neighborhood!' you thought. You went into friendly mode and decided to meet him and ask about this neighborhood. You walked up to him.

"Hi! My name is (Y/N) (L/N)! So nice to meet you! I am new here in Mandela County so..How are you?" You said with a cheerful tone, sticking your hand out. The dark haired man looked at her confused.

"Um, hi. My name is Cesar Torres." He said hesitantly as he shakes your hand.

"Well..I'm sure you'll enjoy this place." The man said with a calm expression. It had taken you by surprise but you didn't care.

"Uh heh yeah uh quick ol' question..What the heck happened to everyone in this neighborhood!?" You shouted at Cesar a little bit.

"Calm down, ma'am. They are alright. They are hiding from..inconveniences." Cesar said with a pause there. "Inconveniences?" You said, confused.

"Yes. The inconveniences around here are..not as important as you think. So do not worry..about them." He said with a couple pauses.

"Um..okay?" You responded with a nervous smile on your face. Cesar walked past you with a monotone expression on his face. You were still confused at his answer. I mean..Inconveniences? What kind of inconveniences. The alternates perhaps? Maybe it couldn't be the Alternates. I mean like he said, the inconveniences are not really important as the alternates were. You were still having that bit of confusion, but you proceeded to go home. You needed to be ready for getting hired tomorrow.

~next day~

You woke up with a good mood, as you were ready to earn that job as a cafe worker. You got up from your bed, took a shower, ate breakfast, and prepared your belongings. You went outside, excited and happy despite the boring colors of the neighborhood and drove off to the cafe for your job.

After driving for a bit, you realized that you needed gas. Fortunately, you found a nearby gas station with some people in it.

As you refilled your car with gas, you noticed that it has suddenly become awfully quiet. Weird. At first, you saw people walking with groceries but then next, it's like they all vanished into thin air. So what's going on?

As you patiently waited for your car to get finished, suddenly, a black shadowy figure with white eyes jumped down right in front of you, startling you. You stared at it with wide eyes as it stared at you back with those unsettling eyes. It was whispering something to you. Normally, when people see this creature, they would be scared, shocked, and would run away. However, you uh-

"Hi! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)! What's yours?"

What?

You held out your hand with a friendly expression on your face. That's right. Your friendly instincts are back. And they are even stronger now.

The creature looked at you with a confused look on his face. He whispered something again. However, you could not understand what he was saying. You tilted your head. "I'm sorry?" You said confuzzled.

You then noticed your car was finally full of gas. Well, time to say goodbye to this weirdo. "Heh, sorry dude. I gotta go get my job now." You said with a kind expression. You removed the nozzle off your car and you get inside your vehicle. The creature walked towards you.

You rolled down your window, forgetting something. "Oh, I forgot! Here's a cookie!" You pulled out a chocolate chip cookie and gave it to the creature.

The creature was left there, standing completely idle with the cookie in his hand. He had an expression that basically said, 'What?'

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Link to Wattpad version:

#mandela catalogue #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue x reader #mandela catalogue gabriel x reader #mandela catalogue cesar #cesar torres #tmc cesar #cesar tmc #alternate #mandela county #x y/n #reader #tmc mirth au #my wattpad stories #my blogs!#sus gabriel x reader #tmc gabriel #alternate gabriel

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traxanaxanos · 11 months

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What do we all think the inciting incident for B’Elanna divorcing Tom finally winds up being? Here’s a few scenarios I’ve been mulling over:

- The Chakotay intervention: Chakotay pulls her aside for a besties intervention. Gives her the whole “this guy is not right for you” spiel but so so earnestly and thoughtfully. She should be happy. She should be cherished. He’s been holding back out of respect for her choices but every-time he sees her she’s miserable about her home life, dodges questions about her marriage to talk about engineering conundrums. Take some time for yourself.

- Goes to hell 2!: A dream conversation with her mom. Or a near-death conversation with her mom. Or an hallucinatory conversation with her mom. Its difficult, like always. They talk past each other, like always. But something clicks. Her mom was probably trying her best most of the time. But B’Elanna can do better for herself, and for Miral. It’s time to walk away.

- Childhood Nun: B’elanna has a run in with one of the Sisters from the monastery on Boreth. Several of them had been keeping up with news on the Voyager and its Chief Engineer once the Federation had re-established contact with the lost ship. They hoped B’Elanna was living honorably under Kahless’ teachings, wherever she was. B’Elanna is not the most stoked to run into one of the nuns from her childhood, and is even less stoked when the nun brings up the Story of the Promise and Kahless’ exhortations that “You are Klingons. You need no one but yourselves.” B’Elanna doesn’t want to be alone, she spent so long needing no one but herself, so it’s not that she suddenly buys into the story but...maybe in regards to the alienation she faces in her own marriage, it would be better to once again need no one but herself. And that way, Miral will not have to follow that same Promise, and become as lonely as she was.

- Impossibly, Lwaxana Troi is here: Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the Fifth House, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed has a chance encounter with B’Elanna Torres, Chief Engineer of the USS Voyager, daughter of Miral. Possibly they meet as B’Elanna is starting out in her new career as Federation Liaison. Lwaxana causally brushes aside all questions about politics and negotiations, she’d “rather talk about you, darling.” After a long discussion about the nature of loneliness and contorting yourself into smaller and smaller configurations, shrinking yourself just to avoid being alone, B’Elanna subsequently quells whatever border disagreement she was assigned to, and goes and gets the divorce paperwork.

- The “hit the bricks” scenario: B’Elanna just finally hits her limit. If it sucks, get out. No big conversation with anyone, nothing particularly egregious on Tom’s part (apart from his normal behavior of ignoring her hobbies, projecting his fantasies of what a marriage should look like onto her, leaving her to go to do whatever has caught his interest that week, etc.). Something just quietly changes inside her. The dam opens. She deserves better than this. She leaves.

#star trek #star trek voyager #B'Elanna Torres #sorry Tom Paris lovers I just do not think he adequately cares for and loves his wife!#I think ultimately B'Elanna does just hit a limit and leaves #not sure if its ultimatley for herself or for Miral or for both of them

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baylardian-1 · 1 year

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i might flesh these out more i might not lol. some of them i felt INSPIRED on and some i didnt. :V also had names in mind for some of them and not for others lol. generally speaking the idea is that the voyager crew and the maquis are like, two groups in conflict. starfleet is a warren, and the maquis are just a bunch of deserter rogue bunnies causing problems who janeway (Haven) is set out to capture. ummmm i figureeeed MAYBE that the caretaker plot would be that a small group from each side gets captured by the "caretaker" and they get transported somewheeeere like a lab or something and then they have to work together to escape and find their home (or make a new one together *winks mysteriously*).

Janeway: Haven - Captain of her warren's Owsla, sent to capture the rogue rabbits, becomes a respected leader for the band of homeless bunnies, and eventually is regarded as their chief rabbit.

Chakotay: Hawk - A big buck that got his name from the other maquis rabbits by fighting off an elil (hawk lol). He has a sick scar from the fight on his head. Serves underneath Haven and comes to respect her and her leadership, keeps everyone in line since she's so little.

Paris: Buttercup - A free spirit, pretty carefree for a buck and it almost always gets him into trouble. Deserted from the warren, deserted from the rogues, just wants to roam and do what he wants. Considered to be rather fast and brave, if reckless; believes he can outrun anything.

Tuvok: Orchid - Orchid's secretly still a part of the warren still but infiltrating the band of rogues, part of the Owsla in their warren, serves under Haven devotedly. Doesn't say much. Haven blathers for the both of them.

Torres: 🤷 - Not a lot of ideas here sadly lol, her design's very filler I just couldn't think of anything to do. :'U Still debating on giving the girlypops hair. Just an angry doe with daddy issues, serves under Hawk, takes a while to warm up to Haven, thinks she could easily take her in a fight.

Doctor: Doc - I figure Doc and Seven would probably be like, lab rabbits that join the band at the Caretaker's establishment or whatever. So Doc comes across as very spoiled and whiney and pampered (And kinda overweight lol BUT LARGE AND NOT MALNOURISHED). Has a weird knack for cleaning wounds given his upbringing.

Seven: Seven - MAYBE a bred Blanc de Hotot. Built different. Doesn't say a lot. HUGE for a doe, similar to Doc. Has a lovehate thing with Doc, they probably were raised around each other, Seven takes to the wild a lot more naturally than he does.

Kim: 🤷 - Just a lil fella! I'm not sure if he'd have been in the Owsla or not prior to adventuring out with Haven and her group. Maybe he's training to join the Owsla. He's just happy to be here. :)

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 9 months

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Tent Set-Ups Going Wrong

[ID: a green badge of a tent with text that reads ‘Sambucky Summer Camp Bingo, Stuck in a Tent, ESTD. 2023 / finish ID]

Title: Tent Set-Ups Gone Wrong

Square Filled: Stuck in a Tent

A/N: just a light-hearted cracky entry for @sambuckylibrary. where sam tries filming a Cap P.S.A, only for it to go in shambles.^^

Word Count: 873

T.W: None-ish

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Part of being Captain America was having to maintain one's presence in the media. And while Sam tended to be exhausted from handling press conferences and interviews, he did what he could.

Sure, he couldn't dodge inappropriate or racist questions regarding his position, he knew how to deal with them. He knew how to be composed, not allowing any initial frustration get the best of him. Aware it wouldn't do him any good.

Although, it would be nice to talk back, sometimes. Even Bucky wanted to slam some reporter's head against wall at how he got a question that he disliked. Immensely.

Unfortunately, it also included some certain things that he didn't think of. . .

"You want me to star in those P.S.As?" Sam asked in disbelief.

He had been summoned to a small studio in D.C, where he had to discuss of his schedule. They all decided to meet at Rock Creek Park, where they would be filming. Since summer was approaching, they needed to have commercials featuring Sam, front and center.

"Well, Steve did it and you might as well too," the producer explained, plastering a smile that looked more of a wince. "All part of the job, I guess."

Sam huffed a sigh. "Alright. Let's get this over with."

"Do you have to?" Bucky asked.

"I mean we can do something else," Joaquin added, sounding dismayed.

"Like I said, guys." Sam adjusted his cowl. "We should finish this."

Both Bucky and Joaquin exchanged a glance of chagrin.

They gathered at a small grassy field as the crew prepared the mini set. Just some bundles of wood, tents, and sleeping bags.

The director lifted a megaphone, adjusted in her seat.

"Lights. . . Camera. . . Action!"

Someone slammed the clapperboard and Sam propped his hands on his sides, facing the camera. And while Bucky and Torres stood by his sides, waving.

"So, you wanna learn how to arrange a tent, huh?" Sam asked, flashing his signature megawatt smile. "Well, lemme show you how it's done. With the help of my team, anything is possible!"

The wind howled, moving past him in a heavy current.

"Wow, you sure are pulling this off, Samuel," Bucky whispered wryly.

Repressing any urge to roll his eyes, Sam beckoned Bucky and Joaquin at the tent supplies strewn on the grass.

"First you gotta set it up," Sam said into the camera, sweeping an arm over at them. "Then put your components on the tarp. Connect your tent poles together. Insert those poles into where they ought to be and raise the tent up. Now watch as my good friends, Sergeant Bucky Barnes and Lieutenant Joaquin Torres, take this step by step."

Yeah, Sam had to memorize an entire instruction manual for this. So, if any of them noticed how he sounded automatic, maybe he could change it for another take.

Who knew how long would this go on? He had sternly informed those two to be on their best behavior. Although, that approach didn't work by eighty percent.

Bucky and Joaquin adjusted the tent's equipment, setting up the poles. They started raising the tent up slowly yet diligently. The breeze smacked a flap against Bucky and his fingers trembled upon adjusting the hook.

Whoa, it was such a big tent, he thought, refraining from gaping.

Just as Sam could have peered into the camera, the wind's heavy strength shook the poles. Yanking them off their positions. Bucky froze and flung an arm around, only for the tent to collapse down on him.

"Sam! Sam! Help! I think. . . I'm trapped!" Bucky sounded panicked.

Oh yikes, Sam thought. He tried maintaining his smile.

He should have known even filming a damn P.S.A wouldn't go peacefully. Most things in his line of work didn't.

The director and filming crew chattered in hushed tones containing concern. Joaquin winced, bowing his head while scratching his forehead.

"Okay, Cap to the rescue, everyone!" Sam sprinted towards the fallen tent.

He tried pushing it upwards and Bucky moved, crawling out of it. He scrambled to his feet, pressing his hands against the tent. The wind howled again, growing louder and denser. Streaks of grey scattered within the sky as clouds gathered.

The tent collapsed on both of them, sending them flat against the ground.

Both of them let out a grunt and a yelp, their shoulders budging and nudging. Bucky squeezed his eyes shut and Sam tried kicking the tent.

If the weather was gonna be this concerning, he would have rescheduled the entire damn thing. However, he had to be in this predicament.

Yep. Sam was so not cut out for this shit. He should be a hell lot selective if he had to take up this gig. Ever again. Simple P.S.As filmed in a studio? Doable. Something he could manage, at the very least.

". . . you're going to cut this out of the finished footage, aren't you?" Joaquin asked, sounding hesitant.

"Cut! Cut!" the director yelled, her voice amplified by her megaphone's speakers. "Okay, can. . . Can someone get Cap and his sidekick out of there?"

Bucky sighed. "Maybe if we filmed indoors instead of outdoors, we wouldn't be in this tricky situation."

"Shoulda known this was a bad idea," Sam mumbled, clutching onto the tent's edge.

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#sbsummer23 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sam wilson x bucky barnes #ships: sambucky #enchant: fanfics

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moody4world · 2 years

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Got my twin with me like the parent trap (pt.1)

A/N: This is the first part of the series im writing based off of the movie, parent trap!! I’ve had this idea for months now and i’m so excited to finally have the first part done. its longer than anything i’ve written and i’m very proud of it so i hope you guys enjoy it too!🤍 if you guys have any questions feel free to send them in and i will gladly answer.

A big shout out to the anon that sent me the link for the movie🫶🏾

The reader will have a british accent in the fic for the sake of the storyline but no ethnicity or physical feature is really described except for maybe curly hair but everyone can read this.

Andy is Andre’s nickname

y/ln= your last name

You never thought that you’d be having the wedding of your dreams with the love of your life at the young age of 23. You had met Urban since very young and the two of you have been inseparable since. Your wedding was huge, beautiful decorations all over the cruise ship’s ball room. Yes cruise ship. You were never one to brag but you could admit that you came from a quite rich family. Every expense of your huge beautiful wedding was courtesy of your generous parents who always supported your relationship. Everything was wonderful but as they say. Everything must come to an end. And so it did.

16 years later

The loud chatter of young boys fills the camp ground as parents drop their kids off for summer camp. Big yellow school busses full of loud teenage boys. Hayden walked towards where the baggages have all been piled. He tries to pull his out but has no luck when more baggages are dumped on top. A shorter guy with dark brown short hair approaches him and tries to help but still no luck. “First year?” He asks Hayden. “How could you tell?” “You’re dressed different than most of us.” “Oh..i always dress like this. Kinda get it from my dad.” “Its cool. i like the hat by the way“ “Thanks” As they’re talking, a chubby guy about the same height as Hayden walks over and easily pulls his own handbag out of the tall pile. Hayden decides to call him over for some help and he gets his baggage as well. “Attention campers! Hayden Wyatt, Ivan Torres and Mikey Wu, the bear cabin.” “Oh that’s me.” Hayden says. To his surprise the two boys were in the same cabin as him. They took off to their assigned cabin for the next eight weeks ready to settle in.

“Oh come on Martin don’t cry, it’s only eight weeks i’ll be back home before we know it.” “You’re right, it’s just that i’ll miss you dearly. Remember if you wan’t to come home i’m only a phone call away.” “I know Martin, don’t worry i’ll miss you guys too.” The two of them do their special handshake and give each other a goodbye hug. Andrew sighs as he watches Martin gets back into the limo. “Chauffeur, to the airport!”

Lunch time rolls around and the cafeteria is full of loud chatters from the boys. Hayden is standing at the right side of the fruit buffet table meanwhile Andre is on the left. In between them stood mr. Marvey, the head counselor of the camp. He was putting some orange slices on his plate and he turns to Hayden offering him some. “Would you like some orange slices buddy?” to which Hayden replies “Oh no thanks Marvey i’m allergic” “Oh okay.” Marvey decides to ask the boy on his left while still looking down. “How about you, would you like some orange slices?” Andre answers “Oh no thanks Marvey i’m allergic.” “Oh i know you just told-“ Marvey looks up noticing that the boy he just spoke to was now on his left. “me over here…how did you get on this side so fast? you know what, excuse your old man, its been alot of years working at this camp” Andre gives him an awkward smile and walks away.

After lunch the boys were quickly allowed to go participate in whichever one of the activities they wished. Hayden was doing very well at fencing. He was winning round after round. “Looks like we have our remaining champion, Hayden Wyatt!!” the counselor announces. “Anybody else wanna test their luck?” he asks. Andre and his friends had just came from their intense game of tennis and he decided why not give it a go. “I’ll take a whack at it.” He says. “Okay! looks like we’ve got ourselves a challenger.” The two boys put their masks on while facing away from each other. Once their masks are on they take position and salute each other.

The counselor blows his whistle and yells “Allez!” indicating the start of the match. It’s intense and everyone watching was invested. At one point Hayden almost got Andre but he was quick enough to dodge it smoothly. The clinging of the épéés against each other was fast and constant until Andre has Hayden cornered on a small balcony of a nearby cabin with nowhere to go. Hayden takes a step back when Andre tries to touch him with the point of his épéé causing him to fall backwards into a tub of water. Andre immediately sticks his hand out offering Hayden his help. “Oh shoot, here, let me help you.” “No, let me help YOU.” Hayden grabs his hand and pulls him into the the large water tub with him.

They step out keeping their backs faced towards eachother. “Alright everyone looks like we have a new winner, Andre Y/ln!!” the counselor announces.“Come on guys, make up. It was a fair and square game.” They both sigh in annoyance and turn around. The two boys let out a synchronized gasp when they finally face each other. Hayden feels like he’s looking into a mirror and vice versa. This boy who he has never met before happens to look exactly like him. Same eyes, same nose, same lips. Different haircut and accessories. They shake hands confusingly and let go immediately. The group of campers dispersed but Andy’s friends come stand next to him hurriedly.

“Why is everyone staring?” Hayden asks. “Dont you see it?” “See what?” he says again acting clueless. “The resemblance between us!” “The resemblance? between you and me?” Andy nods “Hmm i don’t really see it, your eyes seem closer together than mine and..your ears..well i hope you can still grow into them.” “Who do you think you are?” One of Andys friends asks. “No its fine, clearly i was raised with manners and good sportsmanship unlike this guy.” Hayden steps up to Andy getting defensive and Andy puffs his chest out ready to fight back. “Woah woah woah boys break it up, come on. Hayden, Andy. I mean Andy. Hayden. I mean Andy? Oh jesus” the counselor could not tell the two apart.

Later that night, Andy’s group cabin was packed. Everyone surrounded the small table watching him beat everyone that went up against him in a game of cards. Hayden and his group walks in and decides to challenge him. “I’ll take a whack at it” he says imitating Andre.

“Loser has to jump in the lake.” Hayden proposes.

“Fine by me.” “Actually no, skinny dip in the lake.” “Also fine by me because im gonna win.” Andre says. He’s confident until he sees Haydens smirk once he put his cards down first. He had lost and now he had to skinny dip in the freezing cold lake. He’s never done something like this before. He strips and walks quickly across the deck to get to the lake. He takes a deep breath to prepare himself and takes a dive. Once he comes back up all he could see was the last few of the boys running away. And by the time he got out all that was left of his clothes were his sneakers. his underwear, his t-shirt, his pajama pants, all gone. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Fine. Two can play this game. Hayden wyatt.” He says while his teeth were chattering from the cold.

The next morning Hayden and his friends are walking back to their cabin after playing some football. “Bro that match was so good their keeper was ass. We scored so easy on them.” “Yeah but honestly you’re a beast at football man you gotta teach me that one trick you did.” “Sure man i’ll teach you but i’m so tired right now i’m gonna take a nap till lunch time.” Mikey stops abruptly in shock causing hayden and Ivan to stop as well. They look at him confused and he goes “I dont think thats possible man.” Hayden looks at Mikey questioningly “Why not?” He points at their cabin and Hayden is more than surprised to see all three of their beds, night tables and bags on the roof. And to top it all off a british flag flapping in the wind. All that Hayden could say was “No way”

That same night Hayden and his two friends were ready to get revenge. They took their flashlights and a bags full of the materials necessary to carry out their prank perfectly. Multiple strings connected all throughout the cabin, whipped cream painted over one of Andre’s friends with a ginger bread man design. The other friend they covered in honey and Andy himself had a bunch of honey on the floor near his bed and balloons filled with water ready to drop on him as soon as he stepped on a string near his bed.

The next morning Andy wakes up in confusion and alarmed. He sits up immediately in bed, careful not to touch anything. “What the fuck” his roommates however were not able to be as calm as him and both screamed much louder “Bro what the hell is this shit” said the one covered in sticky honey. “Who the hell did this?” asks the one covered in whipped cream. Andy tries to step out of bed carefully but because he was trying to avoid stepping in honey he stepped on the forbidden string. Three small water filled balloons drop down but he manages to dodge each one. “Ha! missed me dumbass.”

Or so he thought… less than 5 seconds later a giant water balloon comes straight down onto him. Wetting his pajamas and everything close to him. He was so frustrated and annoyed. But most importantly he was ready to get back at Hayden more than ever.

Meanwhile Andy and his roommates’ bloods were boiling. Hayden and his friends were watching through the window trying to laugh as quietly as possible as their prank played out exactly how they wanted. Right as their high-fiving each other the head counselor walks by with his giant microphone. “Goodmorning boys.” “Goodmorning Marvey” they reply in unison until realization hits them like a brick. “MARVEY?!” they say all scared. Mr. Marvey raises his microphone and announces that they will be doing a surprise inspection on all cabins.

And just for Haydens luck, the pranked cabin was up first. He runs to the door blocking it from Marvey’s view. “Marvey i don’t think you should go in there sir. One of the guys got sick and it’s reaally and i mean really disgusting in there, trust me.” he tries to say as convincing as possible. “Oh well if one of the guys are sick then i should definitely go in there and check on him Hayden.” “No you can’t. He’s really really contagious.” Andre watches amusingly through the window as Hayden is struggling to change mr Marvey’s mind. So ofcourse he decides to help Hayden out. Not.

“Actually mr Marvey we’re all perfectly fine in here. Unless Hayden Wyatt knows something we dont. Open the door and come see for yourself Marvey.” And that he does. Marvey tells Hayden to step aside and he opens the cabin door. Before he was able to set one foot in the cabin a bucket full of chocolate came pouring down straight onto him. He yells in disgust and shock. The younger counselor tries to push him out of the way but this only made it worse. He slipped into the cabin, sliding through the honey and the web of strings until the opposite end of the room and the younger counselor was quick to meet the same predicament. The counselor was trying to regain his footing but the floor was too slippery. He had the brilliant idea to hold on to a doll that was hanging on one of the strings.

This causes Hayden to scream “NO” but it was much too late. The fan starts to spin and a bunch of white feathers come flowing down. Sticking everywhere and i mean everywhere. Hayden felt extremely nervous about the consequences he would have to deal with. “I told you it was a mess in here” he says nervously as the counselors look at him. Andy looks over to the counselors angrily saying “He should know, he did it”

Mr. Marvey angrily points at the two boys “YOU and YOU pack your bags right now!”

After three hours of constant cleaning every camper was told to march along to the isolation cabins. By now everyone had heard about what happened in the cabin. During the march all you could hear were the synchronized stomps and chatters. Once they reached the cabins, Marvey once again picked up his microphone. “The rest of you, get back to your activities.” All the boys cheered and wooed and wasted no time getting back to what they were previously up to. Once the cheering calmed down Marvey turned to the two boys. “The two of you, the isolation cabin.”

The boys stood there looking at Marvey expecting him to say something else. “NOW” he says unexpectedly and both the boys and the younger counselor flinch in surprise while Andre and Hayden hurry to the cabin.

Hayden and Andre make a deal to simply stay out of each other’s way. Later that night Hayden was having a hard time falling asleep because the lights were on. Why doesn’t he just turn them off, you ask? Well Andre was journaling and there was no bedside lamp for him to use. Hayden was fed up and flipped the light switch on his side of the room, causing the cabin to go completely dark. Andre immediately flips the switch on his side turning the light back on. They go back and forth with the light until Hayden gives up, pushing his cover over his head and tries to fall asleep.

The next morning Andre was playing with his deck of cards while Hayden was sticking up posters of his favorite designers’ pieces, dogs he found cute and his favorite football players. A huge gust of wind unexpectedly rose causing a bunch of his posters and photos to fly off of the wall and onto the cabin floor. He rushes to close the window but quickly notices that he needs help. Andre runs to the window helping him and together they manage to close it.

They sit down together collecting the photos and posters off of the floor. Until a few photos caught Andres attention. The first photo had a beautiful white building with teal green ceilings, it almost looked like a castle of some sort. Andre had never seen it before. “What is this place?” He turns the picture to Hayden when he asks. “Oh thats churchill downs. Its where the annual kentucky derby takes place.” “What exactly is the kentucky derby? i’ve never been there before.” Hayden looks at Andre in shock. “I don’t know if i should be offended right now or honored that i get to explain this to you. But the derby is basically a horse race that people bet money on. And kentucky is where i grew up.” He looks over and coincidentally finds a photo of the house he grew up in. “Oh here’s a photo of the house actually. Pretty cool huh?”

Andre really does find the house pretty cool. It wasn’t bigger than his ,not that it mattered but it seemed nice and homey. The other one that caught his attention was a photo of a man with long hair photographing some type of artist during a performance with a very large crowd. “Who’s this?” “Oh thats my dad taking a photo of my uncle while he’s performing. He didn’t know i was taking his picture until after the show” Hayden says with a proud smile on his face “They’re like my best friend, we do everything together.” Hayden grabs another photo, this one was taken by his dad.

“Oh look at this one, its me eating a mcchicken but with barbecue sauce.” He was laughing at his face in the photo and Andre found it hard not to laugh as well. “Thats so weird, i do that too!” He says to Hayden. “Thats so strange, most people think it’s disgusting but i learned it from my dad and now its the only way i eat it.” Andre smiles at the fact that they have that preference in common but he cant help but feel some type of way about the topic. Hayden notices this and tries to include him a bit more. “So uh what’s your dad like? Is he one of those chill ones you can talk about everything to or is he strict and lame? I hate those type of dads.”

Andre looks at him and goes “I don’t have a dad.” He laughs a little and continues “Well obviously i had one at some point but my mom got divorced a long time ago and she never even mentions him at all. Its like he disappeared into thin air.” He shrugs as if it was any other normal conversation. “Scary how nobody stays together anymore.” Hayden says while shaking his head. Andre nods along saying “Tell me about it.” Out of curiosity Hayden decides to ask Andre for his age.

“How old are you by the way?” Andre replies “I’ll be seventeen on october eleventh” This caught Hayden by surprise causing him to choke on his own spit leading him into a coughing fit. He bumps his fist to his chest regaining his breath and replies excitingly “So do I.” to which Andre adds “Really? your birthday is on october eleventh? how weird is that?” and Hayden says “Extremely.”

A small silence reigns in the cabin for a short time before Andre asks Another question. “Hayden?” “Yeah?” “What’s your mother like?” “I haven’t met her, her and my dad split up when i was a baby or maybe even before that. But i do know for sure that she was very pretty.” “How do you know that?” “Well my dad used to have this photo of her in his drawer and he looked at it all the time until he gave it to me to keep.” A lightbulb goes on in Andre’s brain but Hayden seems as clueless as always. “Hayden do you not realize what’s going on?” “No? What’s going on?” “I mean think about it. I only have a Mother and you only have a father.” “You know you can just say mom and dad right?” “Let me finish my sentence please.” “My bad.” “As i was saying. You only have a..dad and I only have a mum.” Hayden rolls his eyes at Andre’s british pronunciation. “You’ve never seen your mum and i’ve never seen my dad.

You have one old picture of your mum and i have one old picture of my dad. But at least yours is probably a whole picture. Mine’s a pathetic ripped half of a photo.Right down the middle too-” Andre’s last sentences makes Hayden’s eyebrows go up and he rushes to his baggage and starts rummaging through it. “What are you digging in there for?” Hayden find the photo of his mom and holds it to his chest. Andre looks at him confused and asks “What is that?” “It’s the photo of my mom… mine is ripped too.” “Right down the middle?” Hayden nods. “Right down the middle.” At that very moment Andre rushes to his drawer grabbing his half of a photo and holds it to his chest like Hayden did.

They stand facing each other. Both holding their half of a picture to their chest. They each take a deep breath and decide to turn the photos towards each other at the count of three. “One” Andre says, taking a step closer towards Hayden. “Two” Hayden continues the countdown taking a step closer towards Andre. “Three” they say in unison turning the photos towards each other. Just as expected they were a perfect match. Neither of them could contain their shock yet also excitement. “Thats my dad.” Hayden says while still in shock. Meanwhile Andre is much more on the excited end of the spectrum. “That’s my mum!” Hayden felt himself tearing up from the huge wave of emotions. He wipes his eyes and points at Andre. “So if your mom is my mom. And my dad is your dad and we’re both born on october eleventh then you and i are like…brothers.” At this point he was smiling so hard he could feel his cheeks starting to hurt. “Like brothers? Hayden we’re twins!”

Andre jumps up and down in excitement, causing a small locket to fall from his pocket. He quickly picks it up holding it tight. “What are you holding?” Hayden asks him. “Its a locket. I’ve had it since i was born. It has an A on it.” “I have the exact same one except mine has an H on it.” They both laugh in disbelief. “Oh my god i’m not an only child, i’m a twin!” Hayden says. “And there’s two of me. I mean us! Its like-“ “Mind boggling.” Andre adds. “Totally!” “Completely!” “Oh my god.” “Oh my god!” They say as they pull each other in for a hug.

They spend that entire night telling each other about their parents. “So tell me, what’s mom like?” “Well she’s a wedding gown designer.” “Really?” “She’s becoming quite famous actually, a princess in Greece just bought one of her gowns.” Andre tells him. “Wow” “You know what’s interesting? Neither of our parents ever got married again. Has dad ever gotten close to marrying?” to which Hayden snorts and says “Never. He always says bitches come and go.” They both laugh a little at that. “Yeah mum has never gotten close either.” The room falls silent as the both of them get comfortable in their bed ready to sleep. That is until Hayden jumps up with a face thats says ‘i am an absolute genius’ and he goes “I have the brilliant most brilliant idea! i’m a total genius!”

He turns to look at his brother. “You want to know dad right?” to which Andre sits up and replies “ Right.” “And i’m dying to know mom. So what i’m thinking is.. don’t freak out okay?” Andre nods. “I think we should switch places!” Andres eyes widen at his brother’s crazy idea but Hayden just keeps going. “When camp is over i’ll go back to London as you and you’ll go back to Louisville as me!” “WHAT?!” “Andre we can pull it off, we’re twins aren’t we?” “Hayden, we’re totally and completely one hundred percent different.” “So? what’s the problem? You can teach me how to be you and i’ll teach you how to be me. Look I can be you already.” Hayden says pulling his long curly hair in a ponytail to make it seem shorter like Hayden’s and says in his best british accent “No it’s fine, clearly i was raised with manners and good sportsmanship unlike this guy.” Andre wouldn’t admit it but that was a quite good impression of him.

“Come on Andy, i gotta meet my ma.” Hayden begs him with a pout trying to win him over. “Okay…the problem is you know, if we switch…sooner or later they’ll have to unswitch us.” To which Hayden adds “And if they do they’ll have to meet again…face to face!” And Andre continues, “After all these years..” He says excitingly. Hayden laughs, proud of his brilliant plan. “Thank you.” He says smugly as they both lay back down in their bed. “Told you i was a total genius.”

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maybe we make this our happily ever after

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Fic: "maybe we make this our happily ever after" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Nick Torres/Ellie Bishop

Rating: T

Words: ~2,310

Additional info: romance, angst, 3rd person POV

Summary: Nick's long wondered—and has always wanted to ask Ellie—if they're the kind of people who deserve a happy ending.

Nick wakes up well ahead of his alarm and drags a hand across his face, ending in pinching the remaining bits of sleep dust from his eyes. He's not jet-lagged in the least—Miami and D.C. are in the same time zone, thankfully—but he's still utterly exhausted, and waking from the semblance of a nightmare the same morning he's due back at headquarters to present his report in person on shuttering that arms ring…well, Nick surely wishes he could turn his alarm off and sleep for another five hours, at least.

Instead, he lies awake and stares at the ceiling of his current dwelling.

It's…all right, he surmises of what he can squint in the early morning darkness. At least the place is clean and not in disrepair, like some of the places he's slept on certain assignments these last few years. Still—

It's not home. It's not the previous apartment he had, where he last risked setting roots, back when he'd been part of a team, part of something more.

…and, frowning at that thought, Nick huffs and sits up. He gropes for his phone on the nightstand to his right and turns off the alarm with a yawn. Director Vance isn't expecting him until later this morning, so Nick can waste a few hours as he pleases.

He pulls a few ingredients from the small fridge and quickly showers before whipping up an egg-heavy but filling breakfast. It's not Lucia's cooking, but it's safer for his big sister if she doesn't know about all these different Airbnbs with him back at it, even though Nick misses her dropping by to fill his fridge when he's not home.

This particular rental has a medium-sized, flat screen TV, so Nick turns on the news at a low volume after he finishes cleaning up in the kitchen. He stretches slowly, legs and arms, and pays half attention to the local and national headlines scrolling along. The news items never catch his interest, though, not when he knows they'll never contain information on one specific person.

Nick grimaces, thinking over how short the Miami op had been. That hadn't been fruitful—just a run-of-the-mill undercover assignment. And some jobs (most jobs) are like that, and he returned to undercover work expecting as much. But sometimes…sometimes, a case takes him places and he heard things. Be it this coast or the west, south of the border and accidentally crossing paths with his father, north of the border and on his own, back at the Pearl Harbor office to assist Tennant's team with a particular sloppy mission, or even in the northwest and close enough to meet a familiar pair of blue eyes from afar and exchange a reassuring nod before Nick brought in a fugitive from Alaska…he always heard things.

Snippets of a golden ghost.

Mumblings of a blond assassin.

Occasionally, a "fair-haired fixer."

They're vague rumors, and Nick never came close to discerning the credibility of the rumors at the time…but he knows he's got time on his side. After all, returning to undercover work is only partly because it's his area of expertise. The other half is because he's long desired the freedom to chase down leads on her.

He's daydreamed a million times over what he'd say, should they ever meet again—but he knows he at least wants to redo that parting, someway, somehow. And if seeing her again isn't in her handler's plans…

Nick shudders. It must've been a nightmare of earning Odette's ire, since he's got the two of them on his brain.

He dresses and goes for a light jog, familiarizing himself with the neighborhood and shaking off the eerie vibes Ziva's old compatriot gives him at the same time. It helps him kill time, too, and Nick takes a second brief shower before dressing for the day and leaving for NCIS.

The drive to the Navy Yard is average for this time of morning, right before the morning rush starts to spill into the streets. When Nick does arrive, he parks near the entrance of the lot. He needs the long walk to wake him up the rest of the way, and he needs the time to bury his personal stakes under other things so Vance and the others, if they're in, don't pry.

…it's funny, though. Nick returns time and again to headquarters, sometimes after a few weeks, sometimes after months and months on end, and he finds the red brick building an odd mix of home and alien to him. The sensation reminds him of even longer ago, back when he first took a desk job and put undercover work on pause while he adjusted to his new circumstances.

He scratches the back of his head, suddenly unsure about arriving so early. McGee's got kids to delay him and Knight's chronically late these days, but Vance and Parker—they turn up when you least expect them, and he's not sure he's ready for the kind of small talk they might prompt, so Nick veers off his direct path up the lot and heads for the footpath to the right, across the green. He internally heaves a sigh of relief, having bought himself another minute or two, and he stuffs his hands in his jeans' pockets—

—but then he spies a familiar form on the bench ten yards ahead, just ahead of the coffee cart, and he slows his pace to course-correct, all but forgetting his appointment later this morning.

When he's close enough, Nick carefully lowers himself on the opposite end from her. But, the whole time, his lips are parted and his brow is pinched, and he can't pull his eyes away from her.

From Ellie.

The bench isn't very big (there's space barely enough for a third person between them), but she leans back comfortably on his right side, and…she looks good, all things considered. She's dressed casual, like him, in jeans and her tan leather jacket, and she's got a takeout coffee in her hands and a bag of those shrimp chips Reeves used to buy her half-eaten beside her.

…but she's a little worn, too, Nick realizes. There are a few new lines around her eyes, and her hair—ah, she's sporting bangs again—is lighter in places. Though her left eye…something's off with her left eye, and Nick does his best to stop staring when he understands why: Her left eye is completely cloudy.

"Hey, Nick," Ellie says.

He responds half a beat late, because—given her eye and the way she faces forward—he wasn't sure she actually realized he'd sat down. "H-Hey."

Ellie smiles against the lid of her coffee as she takes a sip. "Something wrong?"

"I—" Nick lips his lips. "I didn't get enough sleep last night. But now I think I'm not even awake yet, because, if you're here…I have to be dreaming still."

She lowers her drink and grins, a familiar, toothy sight he hasn't seen in nearly ten long years. Ellie shakes her head and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear. "Nope, I'm here. Real and in the flesh." She takes one more sip before twisting around on the bench and tucking her left leg under her right, to face Nick.

This time, face to face, it's more apparent. Ellie's got one opal iris and one deep brown iris, one pupil gone and one visible, and he worries about the story behind this change.

Ellie leans against the back of the bench on her left arm. "By the way, I thought you'd like to know: I'm officially retired."

Nick blinks, his train of thought derailed. "Wait. What?"

"I'm coming in from the cold, Nick. I'm not Ellie Bishop, NCIS Special Agent. And I'm not Eleanor Bishop, disgraced federal agent. I'm just…Ellie." She exhales, slowly, almost a sigh. She's quiet for a moment as she reaches for his nearer arm with her free hand and pushes up the cuff of his thin jacket, tracing over a newer scar that peeks out over his wrist. "I see the same goes for you," she mumbles.

He frowns. He's still a mix of shock and amazement and concern—but Ellie's assessment is at least one thing he knows a thing or two about. "I'm back to doing what I know best," Nick admits with a glance at this scar. He huffs. "Although, is it just me, or are the bad guys stronger and faster these days?" Nick thinks aloud.

"Well, you've been doing this for more than twenty years, Nick. And you took a small hiatus."

He pouts but covers her hand with his, hiding that scar on his arm. "Maybe. Or maybe they just hit harder."

Ellie purses her lips. She sits up a little and leans forward, reaching up to trace the old scar from childhood in his right eyebrow. Then Ellie moves her thumb to just below his eye, along his cheekbone, tracing this mirrored scar from twenty months ago. "Do they?"

Nick tries to muster his cocksure grin for her. "Ah, that? Don't worry about that. I'm still pretty sure that was friendly fire from…ah, well, he'd never admit it, but Sam."

"Hanna? As in, the L.A. office?"

"Yeah. Let's just say he and Callen ended up needing backup with Morocco, part two."

Her brow furrows as she gives him a curious little smile, but Ellie chuckles.

"What?"

"Ohh, just. That would explain how I lost track of you for a time."

He gapes at her. For all he chased down leads on her—! "You kept tabs on me?"

"Don't look so surprised, Nick. But yeah, Hetty's office… I only got to work with Pride's team a few times, but everything I've ever heard about Hetty—she and Odette are two peas in a pod." She punctuates this with a sage nod of her head.

But the mention of the woman who upended their lives brings to mind his nightmare from this morning, and it also brings Nick's attention back to Ellie's face, to her eye and why she's really back. He turns to face her, too, and brushes her hair back from her face, finding himself frowning once more. "Ellie…you said you're back, for good. But what happened?"

A full minute of silence sits between them. Eventually, Ellie rests against his hand and gives him a fleeting, tight, tired smile. "…work hazard," she mumbles. She clears her throat and speaks more audibly, "Things didn't go right on what became my last mission, so…Odette said I'm out of the game."

Nick furrows his brow while his heart sinks for her, knowing how badly she'd wanted that opportunity from the start. "Really? Just like that?"

"Well, no. Surgery might still help, but a lot of time has passed. The more time that passes, the less successful it'll be."

"So—"

Ellie shakes her head. "I've adapted pretty well to my new blind spot, Nick. Funny thing is, all I could think was how relieved I was, finally coming home." Then she takes his hand from her face and holds it. She scoots closer and they sit together, quiet, letting the weight of her new reality sink in.

A small part of him still worries that this is just his imagination at its best, that he'll wake up and it'll be a dream for sure. So he tucks Ellie into his side and presses a kiss to her crown…and, for good measure, he tilts her chin up, kissing her lips, too.

(For two heartbeats, he flashes back unhappily to their parting, to their goodbye kiss at Odette's previous home.

But then Nick summons to mind countless nights spent at Ellie's old apartment, of legs tangled with sheets and her pressed against him, of what came after, all his chances to wake her up with a good-morning kiss and getting to look into those big brown eyes of hers, fixed just on him…her world, him, his world, her.)

They pull away, just enough to catch their breaths, and this time the silence doesn't feel so unbearable.

But Nick breaks the silence anyway: "Marry me, Ellie."

He thumbs her chin while she blinks and stares up at him in wide-eyed amazement. "…I thought, at best, we'd start over when I came back, if you wanted to," she replies.

Nick shakes his head. "We went through hell already. We've had our good and our bad and, yeah, there'll be more to learn along the way. But I don't need more time to figure out that I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I've…I've know that for years, Ellie."

She eases into a soft smile. "What about you getting back into undercover work?"

That gives him pause, but he's surprisingly thinking on his feet today. "You said it yourself: I've done it for more than twenty years. I have a nice pension coming my way… Maybe it's time I stop being Nick Torres, NCIS Special Agent. Maybe I get to be just…Nick."

Ellie hums under her breath, but the glint in her brown eye says she likes how he's using her argument.

So he raises his eyebrows at her, as if saying, Do I need to ask again?

But she cups his cheek and traces his newer scar once more with the pad of her thumb. "Marry me, Nick," she says, and she laughs when it takes him a second to piece together that her answer is a proposal, as well—how Ellie Bishop of her.

(But, he thinks when he kisses her anew, to seal the deal—to seal this promise—it's very them, and if this is simply how their fairy tale goes, then he's all right with that, because it's finally real, and they're done letting others stand in their way.)

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #39: ten yards) in the HPFC forum on FFN as well as the Year of the OTP (June prompt: proposal) on tumblr. I…do have other Ellick ideas, but this one cropped up recently, mainly bc of that June prompt, so I just dashed off to write this. XD As for what would make Odette give up an asset like Bishop…well, I do wonder if Odette would let her go simply if Bishop said she wanted out, but an injury that could jeopardize their work strikes me as smthg Odette considers retirement-worthy (altho note that corneal blindness is deffo treatable with grafts/transplants…but it's still a difficult surgery and resources are limited even developed nations, so Bishop isn't far off in her remarks). Idk if I want to write the op where Bishop got injured, since this was mainly just part of an Ellick plotbunny, tho. Ahhh, and assorted name drops… -w- Random, but it gives me the warm&fuzzies to think we have very our own multiverse here: Regardless of which you've watched, this is your reminder that all four (soon to be five) NCISes, JAG, the Hawaii 5-0 reboot, and Scorpion are in the same universe, thx to backdoor pilots and xovers. (Also feel free to scream with me if you still love and miss Scorpion and think it deserved better. ;w;) ANYWHO! On to my next NCIS fic~ AH, and final, final note: Bc I couldn't find the best places to squeeze this info into the fic naturally/without disrupting the rhythm, I thought I'd elaborate on the timeline here. This fic presumes Nick being with the Parker-led team for five years, and he's been back in UC work for three after that, so he rly hasn't seen his Ellie for nearly ten. ;w; (He would absolutely be pension-eligible since, when he joined Team Gibbs in s14, Quinn remarked she'd trained him "8yrs ago" at FLETC when he began his NCIS career…so if s14 is his ninth year, then this would be his 21st. :'3)

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#ncis #ellick #nick torres #ellie bishop #fanfic #mew writes too much #yearoftheotp #have some feels #still miss them but they ofc still inspire me yo

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19 for the worldbuilding prompts + Torr?

the profound quiet of a small settlement at night

North Eastmarch is freezing cold all over, but it wears different outside the city than within.

Torr would never call Windhelm warm – not even in summer months, no matter how used to it they are – but what little heat it has it clings to with great determination. The walls huddle together, trapping the air so that it’s either still and muggy or a howling wind, like each close-knit house is breathing in tandem. The heat of the people run up and down its streets, blood through its knotted stone veins. The city is alive, an ecosystem unto itself; its snow, dark with footprints, runs sludgy down the roads; a fireplace is always burning somewhere.

Outside of the walls, surrounded by nothing but empty air and snow-laden trees, a slow-moving stream running with barely a burble – it feels dead, in contrast. Silent. Branches reach needle-sharp across the blue-black sky, the ground is gleaming white and undisturbed by anyone else’s footprints, and the nearest fire is the barely visible gleam of the Kynesgrove mining camp, up the hill and through the sporadic spindles of the trees. The breeze ghosts past Torr’s neck and whips the mud-stained snow into a flurry.

In the city, Torr’s comfortable sleeping almost anywhere – as comfortable as they ever get, anyway. Some of the buildings have great gaps under the porch where the snow can’t reach and no-one ever finds them; there’s places in the nooks of the walls, and sheds built into the side of the house that people don’t lock, and Torr knows a few people besides who don’t mind him kipping on their floor every now and again, as long as he doesn’t ask too often. The outside isn’t like that. There’s not many places to go. He’s lurking around Kynesgrove tonight – on his way back from a quick venture out to get some things done that pay better than running errands around the markets – and there aren’t many options. The inn, which he can’t afford – the mine, which would be warm but is very guarded – the miner’s encampment or someone’s house, both of which would most likely result in being chased off. Besides, there’s a performative element to meeting people, especially adults, in strange places, and Torr’s not in the mood to play to strangers. So much of his being is caught up in Windhelm’s grimy alleys, tangled in the hair and fingers of its discarded children; he doesn’t know how to be himself away from it all.

But they don’t have to, seeing as there’s the rickety old sawmill on the edge of a stream feeding into the harbour. It’s not bad, as shelter goes; no walls, so the wind rubs its fingers wraithlike down Torr’s cheeks and tangles them in his hair, but at least there’s a roof. It looks newly thatched, too, the floorboards free of rot, the water-wheel still chugging creakily along. There’s no wood to cut here, all the nearby surrounding trees too scraggy to be worth the bother. The only big ones are part of the grove up on the hill. There’s no point in keeping the mill running, but Torr is glad it is; he watches the distant firelight flickering through the scrub, and listens to the splashing of the wheel. It’s proof that people and the things they make do still exist – if not necessarily here.

It really feels dead, out in the cold, with the leafless trees and the wind that doesn’t even whisper. It always does. It’s a bit discomfiting, which is maybe why Torr doesn’t go on out-of-city endeavours as often as perhaps he could; but really, there’s not work out here enough to make it worth it. There’s always problems with bandits on the road, but Torr’s not a good enough fighter for bounty work; there’s collecting plants and things to sell Nurelion, but that’s easy enough to do on a day trip. (And, really, it’s more for Torr’s own enjoyment, besides. They never even venture far south enough to get to the sulphur pools, which is where the more interesting things grow.)

This trip, though, is an outlier. Unusually efficient. Just a quick job for Niranye, scouting a merchant’s cart on the road – almost definitely for something shady, but that’s not Torr’s business, and it was too much money too easy to turn down. And then – just earlier today, foraging out in the wilderness as best as Torr (a distinctly urban animal) knows how – they’d come across a giant’s corpse, stiff and white as the snow it lay in. Torr’s no master alchemist but they know the value of a cadaver when it comes to brewing alloys and admixtures, so they set to with their blunt-edged dagger and now they’ve got a sack full of what may as well be gold. (Long as it doesn’t start to rot before they can get Nurelion to preserve it, anyway.)

Torr’s going to be rolling in it when they get back to Windhelm. They could use that money for nearly anything – pay off a few things they borrowed, new warm things now that winter’s coming back strong, bedrolls, waterskins. Endless options – which, strangely, is more exciting than it is burdensome.

It’s all the sort of decision that would ordinarily feel life-or-death urgent but right now feels – not small. Not insignificant, not at all, but distant. A choice to be made at another time, by another person.

(Torr’s whole being belongs to Windhelm’s back streets. They’re someone else, away from it all.)

That’s the other thing about leaving the city, spending time in the discomfiting slow-paced ghost-world outside. It’s quiet. Torr sits surrounded by the wind in the trees, the lazy murmur of the stream, the creak of the water-wheel, and nothing else.

He’s been called a worrywart (mostly by Griss in a strop) but to tell the truth he doesn’t think that’s true. Torr doesn’t fuss for the sake of fussing, he just doesn’t like to leave things undone; can’t stop until he finds a solution. Out here, alone, in the empty cold, there are no solutions to find – same old problems back home, he knows, but no steps he can take at this time to right them. That’s never true while he’s in the city, so he can never stop thinking about it, every choice and action accompanied by a buzzing background chorus of everything else he really should be doing – that really should have been done by now – that should never have been left undone this long, what was he thinking? Everything is urgent when it’s doable. But here and now, there’s nothing to do.

So Torr sits hunched on the board floor of the ramshackle watermill, huddled among their heaps of bags and blankets, and thinks of nothing at all.

Not strictly true. They think of supper – haven’t eaten since an apple this morning, except for some snowberries they found around noon, and it’s been a long day. They nabbed some turnips from the garden of the Kynesgrove inn on their way to the mill. They’re fresh, if nothing else – also covered in dirt, so Torr rises reluctantly from their pile of stuff to crouch on the banks of the stream and dip the vegetables in to clean them off. It aches like hell, the frozen water turning their joints to ice – they almost drop the turnip they’re washing, so they scrub it as best they can with the frigid pad of their thumb and whip their hands out of the water soon as they’re able. They stick their fingers in their mouth to warm them back up.

Even after all that time spent warming up their hands, arraying all their belongings back around themself to conserve body heat, the turnips are still cold enough to hurt Torr’s teeth when he bites in. He eats them anyway, relishing a little in the unearthly silence and the aching of his lips and palms. They taste delicious.

With nothing else to do after, the gnawing of his stomach sated, he wraps himself in his shawl and stares up the hill at the camp’s fire until it goes out. The stars wink into brighter being. The wind whistles through the whip-thin branches of the trees. The water-wheel creaks.

Torr sleeps, but he feels like he hears it all – a silent observer, an echo, a beginning – until morning.

#I considered doing something with post-questline torr for this #but it would have been so fucking sad #and I didn't want to write something that was so fucking sad!#I'll post about torr after the horrors eventually but Not Today.#this was also initially supposed to be an exercise in writing something short that focused more on a distinctive atmosphere #than a scene or character study as most of my pieces are.#oops.#snowballed into an absolute monster of a ramble.#maybe sometime I'll use these prompts to write Actually Short pieces with more of a focus on the worldbuilding aspect...#would be good practice. everything I've written lately has been a thousand words minimum.#I could write about my minor characters or npcs with it too... yeah I think I'll do that at some stage #but. anyway. I quite like this piece as a sort of study #I fucking love writing characters who are having a nice time. with just a hint. just a whisper. of the problems #I enjoyed putting in the reference to the alchemical giant's toes especially because that is an allusion no-one but me understands #to a line in one of my very bad very early pieces on torr #it's not well written but I loved that bit because it's such a wonderful microcosm of the way torr is even before the murder cult thing #Yes he's the busiest most hardworking caretaking boy in the world taking trips into the wilderness (comparatively) to feed his family #and Yes his first instinct on seeing a corpse is to cut it up and sell it for parts #(he's done this to human bodies too but only in extremely specific circumstances. the risk of legal repercussions is too great otherwise)#I'll make a post rambling sometime about torr's ethical system because I'm so obsessed with them and their unhinged point of view #Anyway #done rambling #my writing #fay writes #oc tag #torr #the elder srolls #tes #skyrim #tesblr

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