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The Case of the Stuttering Bishop (1937) William Clemens

December 22nd 2022

#the case of the stuttering bishop #1937 #william clemens #donald woods #ann dvorak #joseph crehan #tom kennedy #mira mckinney #anne nagel #craig reynolds #gordon oliver #helen mackellar #charles c. wilson #edward mcwade #cine club 10: the case of the stuttering bishop

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Crush On An Archer PT.1

a/n: Hey! Omg long time no see! I kinda maybe lost interest in writing for a bit there but tbh I think I'm back. No promises because I don't want to promise and then break your hearts but also I realllyyyy enjoyed writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Will def be making a part two in coming days so stay tuned. LMK if you want to be added to the taglist, I am going to put some tags of past taglists below just in case they are interested in reading :) ALSO! Special shout out to @scmg11 because their writing is honestly what made me wanna get back into it. So,,I hope you enjoy!

Kate X Fem!Reader

Concept: Reader has a crush on Kate (school/Uni setting) and she doesn't know how to tell her.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of smut, IM TRYING TO WRITE SLOW BURN BUT BEAR WITH ME ITS NEW!

Word Count: 2.7k

You’re a month into your summer vacation and things couldn’t be more…boring. You love and appreciate your parents dearly for putting out the money so that you could attend a prestigious school in New York with a kick ass archery team but does it ever suck to be this far from all your friends for four months. To make the situation work, your dad had to transfer jobs to another state that pulls in a little more money annually with slightly more affordable housing but that means you aren’t even near the people you grew up around. Rural Mississippi is a fairly big step from living in Boston. Boston at least had people, out here it’s like you’re lucky if you get to meet a neighbour because the land has us all so far apart. In all honesty, although it’s boring, you really have one specific reason for being so bummed out. Towards the end of your last semester, you got started getting closer with one of the girls a year younger on your team, Kate. Typically the older girls competed and practised together and the younger girls did the same. Although you two were only a year apart it’s just how things worked out, so you didn’t cross paths very often. However, one day you were walking home from class, stopped to get coffee and basically bumped into her. The meeting was really brief but it was enough to make you catch feelings almost instantly. 

Your interest in her grew as you followed her on Instagram and she followed back. Obviously you took a peak at her page and scrolled to the bottom laughing at the really cringey posts from 2015 she had still up. All you wanted to do was talk to her again but you didn’t know how, although she was a year younger than you she intimidated you so much. Her deep blue eyes were honestly enough to make you stutter whenever you had the chance to talk to her. A month had gone by already and you could not wait to get back to school so you could see her again. Luckily, coach has yearly “team-building” days before the season starts and they’re about half way through the summer so hopefully you can talk to her before then and maybe convince her to hang out when you come back to school. 

Over the next week or so you liked a few story posts that she’d upload every now and again but the day finally came where you felt like you could swipe up and respond to it…y’know…maybe spark a little conversation. 

“Damn Bishop, is this a new bow?” In response to a story post of her showing off some of her off season training. 

“Haha yeah it is, flips out and everything…it's really freakin’ cool.” She replied almost instantly and that made a giant warm smile come across your face. 

Shit– what do you say back? Your main goal was honestly to keep the convo going so you could subtly mention down the line hanging out with her. 

“Yeah that’s sick, wow I’d kill to try something like that out.”

“Well next time I see you, please by all means give it a shot” She replies back.

“Might just have to take you up on that. How’s your summer going anyways?”

“It’s alright, kind of boring though. All my friends from school move back home and I am working for my mom’s company over the summer so it all is just kind of dull. I miss going out and having fun. Wbu?”

“Yeah, I hear that. I am SO bored here. I would kill to fast forward to the fall, I miss being at school honestly. There’s only so much I can do by myself here during the summer.”

“Ugh right! I want it to be school again too but don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, the weather is great here recently and the nightlife is amazing too. I just have nobody to go with, you know.”

“Yeah I get it. Trust me, if I could be there to go out with you I would, there is definitely no nightlife here haha.”

Shit. That wasn’t too forward was it? She is taking a while to respond to you. She hasn’t even opened the message yet. 

*4 minutes later*

“Well, you’re going to be around for that team-building thing coach has us doing in a couple of weeks right?”

“Yeah, I should be.”

“Well, we can go out then if you want? Me and a few friends had plans but they’re all on the team and I’m sure they’d love to have you there too.”

“Yeah, that sounds great I’d love to!”

The conversation pretty much ended there and your contact with her was fairly limited, just a small comment here or there until you finally got to fly back to school for summer training. You settle back into the apartment you left a couple months ago, everything is still a mess where you left it but the kitchen and living room are even filthier since you are not around to clean up much after your roommates. You decided to wait until your team practice to talk to Kate about hanging out again. You didn’t want to come on too strong but also a small part of you feels like she forgot what she said months ago and you won’t end up seeing her, not outside of team stuff at least. 

You grabbed your gear and headed to the field where practice was being held. You saw some of your friends from last year and decided to catch up with them before coach pulled you all in to start practice. You were trying your best not to make it obvious but your eyes were tracking all around you looking for Kate but she was nowhere to be seen. 

*Whistle* “Okay team! Let’s bring it in. First, I just want to say thank you to everyone for making the effort to come back to campus for this, meeting I–”

“SORRY SORRY SORRY!” You hear the coach interrupted as footsteps are fast approaching the circle of archers. 

“Hi Kate.” Says coach.

“I am SO sorry. My driver was running late and then there was traffic because of a giant accident, I think there was some battle in the streets again, I don’t know, either way, my bad coach, won’t happen again…I promise.” She says with the most adorable grin that is absolutely saying she will be late again. 

“It’s alright Kate, it happens, I was just telling the team how thankful I am that everyone could make the trip back to campus for this.” Coach went on to talk about the drills you were doing for the day and man was it hard to not be in awe watching her. You tried your best not to stare all day because the last thing you wanted to do was make it obvious but fuck it felt impossible. The day came to an end and you packed up your gear, Kate was talking with the other seniors on the team as they were gathering their things and started to head out. You could feel your window closing to talk to her but interrupting her conversation with her friends and “inviting” yourself out with them just felt too weird and uncomfortable. If it wasn’t meant to be then it wasn’t meant to be but you would kill to be able to just spend an hour with her. 

You watched as she started to walk away towards the parking lot with her friends when all of a sudden she motioned for them to hold on a minute and she turned around and jogged over to you. 

“Hey y/n! Sorry we didn’t get to catch up much during practice, I saw your shooting though it’s looking good.” 

Yeah…your face is bright red. Control your shit. 

“Anyways, me and a couple friends are going out later tonight to a party that one of their friends is hosting. It’s like a Hawaiian beach summer nights themed type of party so if you have something like that to wear, that would be great.”

“Yeah, I might have something, I’ll take a look when I get home.” 

“Cool! I’ll text you the address once I get it off my friend and I’ll see you there?”

“Yeah, sounds good!” 

“Here, why don’t you put your number into my phone, I don’t like using DM’s that much.”

You take Kate’s phone out of her hand and fill out a contact for yourself, praying that she can’t hear your heart beating out of your chest. 

“Cool, thanks, I’ll send you a text in a bit.” She says with a smile and then runs off to re-join her friends. 

It seems silly sitting by your phone and literally watching the minutes tick by waiting for her to text you but that’s all  you could do. The anticipation felt like it was killing you. 

Your phone finally buzzed with a mystery number attached, “Hey y/n! It’s Kate. So…slight change of plans.”

Fuck. Is she bailing? Your eyes were glued on the three dots as she typed and you watched as they disappeared and reappeared. 

“Turns out the party is actually around the corner from my place so if you wanted to just come here first, we could pre-game and shit and then walk over together? My friends said they were going out to get their hair done so they’ll be running late.”

“Hey Kate, yeah no problem that works for me just send me your address and lmk what time you want me there.”

Kate dropped a pin of her location to you with the text attached telling you to come over at 7pm. 

7pm rolled around and you were already there outside but you kind of felt like you should wait another minute or two so you weren’t RIGHT on time. Or is it weird to be a minute late? But wouldn’t being on time be weirder? Whatever, you decided to just wait a minute and then knock on her door. 

Knocking on her door was the most nerve wracking thing you ever did, you were genuinely shitting bricks. 

“HEY! Come in come in!” Kate eagerly yells at you as she swings the door open. She’s wearing shorts with a bright purple bikini top and a button down Hawaiian shirt over top that doesn’t have a single button done up. Are you starring? Yes. Probably? Absolutely you are. 

“Make yourself at home, feel free to grab a drink from the fridge, my roommates are out of town and left all their alcohol so help yourself.” She said with a laugh. 

You heard that right? Her roommates are out of town. Just the two of you…you never know. 

You grabbed a drink from the fridge and took a seat on the couch next to her and yeah…the drink started going down faster than usual because of all the nerves in your stomach. The two of you made small talk for awhile but the conversation started flowing a little more naturally about 2 drinks in. Were you still kind of awkward as hell? Yeah…a little. But at least you warmed up to her a bit and weren’t acting so weird. About an hour later, her friends showed up and grabbed you guys to head over to the party. Honestly, things were going so well with just the two of you that you didn’t even want to go to this party but if it meant you got to spend more time with her then there you were. You got to the party and you honestly knew practically nobody. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly but Kate clearly was. She was talking to EVERYBODY. The boys at the party especially loved her. There was lots of laughing and flirting going on, you could feel the jealousy building but acting out was definitely not an option. You ended up socialising with a few of the other people at the party but for most of the night you stuck by Kate’s side, the two of you got pretty drunk together, pouring shots for one another and dancing in the pit of people to extremely loud music. There was a point where it felt like it was just you and her and nobody else was there while the music was blasting into your ears and the two of you were jumping together to the beat and singing out the lyrics to whatever song was on at the time. Kate got really close to you until some guy would come and pull her away in an attempt to make a move on her. Although, it never actually happened. Kate always ended up finding her way back to you. At one point she grabbed your hand and pulled you into the middle of the crowd as the two of you sang (screamed) the lyrics to “love story” into each other's faces. The party, as all do, started to simmer down. You guys actually ended up being some of the last people at the party, you stuck around to the point where the music was gone and most people were just sitting around chatting halfway sober. 

“Hey, I think I’m going to go home, I am super tired right now.” Kate says to you. 

“Okay, I’ll walk with you, I left my bag at your place anyways so I have to grab it.” 

“Right, sounds good.” 

Although the two of you had been singing and dancing for hours, she looked just as perfect as when you left and you were trying your hardest not to stare at her while the two of you were walking side-by-side. 

The walk back to her place was pretty quick, when the two of you got inside you went to grab your bag and get your things together. You were desperately trying to figure out what to say to her while you were organising your stuff. You didn’t want to come on too strong but you also want to make sure that she knows you had a good time…I guess just tell her exactly that?

“I had a really good time tonight, thanks again for inviting me.” You say as you’re leaning against the wall in her hallway. 

“Of course, anytime. And I did too. We should really hang out more when we come back to school.” She replies. 

Kate walks towards you and stops about a foot away leaning up against the doorframe to her bedroom. The hallway is super narrow and all you can think about is pinning her against the wall while you kiss down her neck and pull her tight by her waist. 

“Yeah I think so too. I guess I should probably head out.” You say as she looks at you with the softest eyes that you swore said “please stay”. You lingered for a second longer as the two of you were looking at each other, tired, kind of tipsy and on the verge of ripping each other's clothing off. All you wanted was for her to actually ask you to stay a little longer but before she had the chance you were already walking towards the door. 

“Have a good night y/n.” She says. “Text me when you get home safe.”

“I will. Sleep well Kate.” You reply as you turn to look at her with a smile and step out the front door. 

That goodbye felt different. It felt like there were still feelings in the air and lots that wanted to be said that wasn't. It felt like the perfect opportunity with nobody around after an amazing night together has passed but you regret none of it. Although you weren’t able to get a confirmation on whether or not Kate even likes women like you do, you knew there was definitely a type of tension between the two of you that she definitely noticed.

-- END OF PT 1 --

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A Good Interruption

Fandom: NCIS

Character/s Included: Leroy Jethro Gibbs and Reader

Word Count: 160

The team knew to never bother Gibbs while he was in interrogation but McGee and Bishop thought he wouldn’t want to miss the birth of his second child, but instead of telling him themselves they thought sending Torres since all three of them were in the viewing room.

The interruption started off as it usually does.

“What is it Torres?” Gibbs said sounding rather annoyed at the interruption.

“Um…” Torres stuttered before rushing out, “Bishop and McGee sent me in to tell you Y/N has gone into labor and is on her way to the hospital.”

Instead of yelling at Torres like Bishop and McGee thought he would, Gibbs calming said, “McGee take over the interrogation, you’re in charge till I return”

With that Gibbs calmly left the building before rushing to his car to get to the hospital because he had promised Y/N he would be with her for the birth no matter what case he was working on.

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Donald Woods is Perry Mason and Ann Dvorak is Della Street in William Clemens’ THE CASE OF THE STUTTERING BISHOP, which turns 85 today #OnThisDay (Release date: June 8, 1937)

#ann dvorak #donald woods

[brookston]

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Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [59 of 71]

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Premieres

Appalachian Spring, by Aaron Copland (Orchestral Suite; 1944)

Bucket-Headed Bullwinkle or Pail-Face Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 173; 1962)

Calcutta Adventure (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #7; 1964)

The Case of the Stuttering Pig (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Chicken Little (Animated Film; 1963)

The City of Gold and Lead, by John Christopher (Novel; 1967) [Tripods #2]

Coat of Many Colors, by Dolly Parton (Song; 1971)

Danger in the Desert or Max Attacks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 68; 1960)

Doctor Sleep (Film; 2019)

Faith, by George Michael (Album; 1987)

The Hidden (Film; 1987)

I Heard It Through the Grapevine, by Marvin Gaye (Album; 1968)

The Incredible Journey (Film; 1963)

Joy of Cooking, by Irma S. Rombauer (Cookbook; 1931)

Just Plane Beep (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)

The Lion in Winter (Film; 1968)

Make-Believe Monster or Once Upon a Crime (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 174; 1962)

Meddle, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1971)

Megamind (Animated Film; 2010)

Old Yeller, by Fred Gipson (Novel; 1958)

One Night in the Tropics (Film; 1940) [1st Abbot & Costello Film]

The Postman Always Rings Twice, by James M. Cain (Novel; 1934)

Quack Shot (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

The Train on the Plain or The Overland Express (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 67; 1960)

Tumbleweed Connection, by Elton John (Album; 1970)

The War of the Worlds (Radio Program; 1938)

Winter (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Wonderwall, by Oasis (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

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Bienvenue, Maeva (France)

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[brookstonalmanac]

Holidays 10.30

Holidays

Africa Day for Food and Nutrition Security

Anniversary of the Declaration of the Slovak Nation (Slovakia)

Banknote Day (Indonesia)

Beggars Night

Bodybuilders Day

Checklist Day

Chequer Tree Day (French Republic)

Covenant of Grace Day

Create a Great Funeral Day

Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Political Repressions (for Soviet Republics, except Ukraine)

Declaration of the Slovak Nation

Devil's Night (Michigan)

Frankenstein's Monster Day

Gate Night

GATTiversary

Goosing Night

Haunted Refrigerator Night

International Ghost Shark Day

International Orthopedic Nurses Day

Look in the Back of Your Refrigerator Day

Miggy Night

Mine Rescue Day

Mischief Night

Mizzy Night

National Checklist Day

National Dashiki Day

National Publicist Day

National Sleep-In Day

National Speak Up For Service Day

National Text Your Ex Day

National Treat Your Pet Day

Practice Winter Snuggling Night

Punisher Day

Rhyne Toll begins (Chetwode Manor, UK) [thru 11.7]

Speak Up For Service Day

Try on Your Halloween Costume Early Day

Vice Presidents Day

Weatherization Day

Wish We Hadn’t Done That Day

World Audio Drama Day

World Day of Bodybuilding

World Hypophosphatasia Day

World Uchinanchu Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Buy a Doughnut Day

Cabbage Night

Egg Night

National Candy Corn Day

Pumpkin Bread Day

Sugar Addiction Awareness Day

5th & Last Monday in October

La Saoire i mi Dheireadh Fomhair [Last Monday]

October Bank Holiday (Ireland) [Last Monday]

Independence Days

Danland (Declared; 2013) [unrecognized]

Marlborough Province Day (New Zealand)

Sprinskè (Declared; 2020) [unrecognized]

Feast Days

Adam Smith (Positivist; Saint)

Alfred Sisley (Artology)

Alonso Rodriguez (Christian; Saint)

Artemas (Christian; Saint)

Auserius of Pontus (Christian; Saint)

Dominic Collins, Blessed (Catholic, Ireland, Society of Jesus)

Chat Parwa (Nepal)

Country Joe Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Crow (Muppetism)

Dorothy of Montau (Christian; Saint)

Ethelnoth (Egelnoth) the Good (Christian; Saint)

Furry Animal Fondling Day (Pastafarian)

Gerard of Potenza (Christian; Saint)

Germanus, Bishop of Papua (Christian; Saint)

Herbert (Christian; Saint)

Isis/Osiris Mysteries III (Pagan)

John Wycliffe (Episcopal Church (USA))

Lhabab Duechen (Descending Day of Lord Buddha; Buddhism)

Marcellus of Tangier (a.k.a. Marcellus the Centurion; Christian; Saint)

Maria Teresa of St. Joseph (Christian; Blessed)

Saturninus of Cagliari (Christian; Saint)

Serapion of Antioch (Christian; Saint)

Talarican (a.k.a. Tarkin; Christian; Saint)

Theonistus (Christian; Saint)

Thevar Jayanthi (Thevar community, India)

Zenobios and Zenobia (Christian; Saints)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Lucky Day (Philippines) [59 of 71]

Shakku (赤口 Japan) [Bad luck all day, except at noon.]

Premieres

Appalachian Spring, by Aaron Copland (Orchestral Suite; 1944)

Bucket-Headed Bullwinkle or Pail-Face Moose (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 173; 1962)

Calcutta Adventure (Animated TV Show;Jonny Quest #7; 1964)

The Case of the Stuttering Pig (WB LT Cartoon; 1937)

Chicken Little (Animated Film; 1963)

The City of Gold and Lead, by John Christopher (Novel; 1967) [Tripods #2]

Coat of Many Colors, by Dolly Parton (Song; 1971)

Danger in the Desert or Max Attacks (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 68; 1960)

Doctor Sleep (Film; 2019)

Faith, by George Michael (Album; 1987)

The Hidden (Film; 1987)

I Heard It Through the Grapevine, by Marvin Gaye (Album; 1968)

The Incredible Journey (Film; 1963)

Joy of Cooking, by Irma S. Rombauer (Cookbook; 1931)

Just Plane Beep (WB MM Cartoon; 1965)

The Lion in Winter (Film; 1968)

Make-Believe Monster or Once Upon a Crime (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S4, Ep. 174; 1962)

Meddle, by Pink Floyd (Album; 1971)

Megamind (Animated Film; 2010)

Old Yeller, by Fred Gipson (Novel; 1958)

One Night in the Tropics (Film; 1940) [1st Abbot & Costello Film]

The Postman Always Rings Twice, by James M. Cain (Novel; 1934)

Quack Shot (WB MM Cartoon; 1954)

The Train on the Plain or The Overland Express (Rocky & Bullwinkle Cartoon, S2, Ep. 67; 1960)

Tumbleweed Connection, by Elton John (Album; 1970)

The War of the Worlds (Radio Program; 1938)

Winter (Disney Cartoon; 1930)

Wonderwall, by Oasis (Song; 1995)

Today’s Name Days

Alfons, Angelo, Dieter (Austria)

German, Klaudije, Marcel, Marcijan (Croatia)

Tadeáš (Czech Republic)

Absalon, Elsa (Denmark)

Urmas, Urmet, Urmo (Estonia)

Eila (Finland)

Bienvenue, Maeva (France)

Alfons, Angelo, Dieter, Sabine (Germany)

Apollonia, Asterios, Astero, Kleopas, Kronos, Markianos, Tertios, Zenovia, Zenovios, Zinovia, Zinovios (Greece)

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Day of Year: Day 303 of 2024; 62 days remaining in the year

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Chinese: Month 9 (Ten-Xu), Day 16 (Xin-You)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 15 Heshvan 5784

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Moon: 95%: Waxing Crescent

Positivist: 23 Descartes (11th Month) [Adam Smith]

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Season: Autumn (Day 37 of 89)

Zodiac: Scorpio (Day 7 of 29)

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Character and Setting Descriptions: A Baker’s Touch

This is a story that I have created the prologue for and typing up the first chapter for! So excited!

Here is a little backstory with main character descriptions along with setting descriptions.

By- Sandy <3

Robin Everly Bishop:

• A piette short brunette with shoulder length hair often found in a clawclip with siren-like grey eyes. •She is around the age of 29 and has the occupation of a baker. She is well known for her wedding cakes, cinnamon buns and suprisingly her tea . • She currently lives in her hometown of the rainy, uptight, and bustling London, England. She lives on Castle Bridge Lane at the address of number 6458. Which is where a small cozy cottage lays. • She owns a bakery called “The Sweetest” with her twin sister, Ruby Kings, who manages the bakery’s finances and such. •Ruby is married to ,Christopher Kings, he is 31 and is an Sales Regional Director. I know fancy, right? Not as fancy as their house though. They have a 1 year old son named, Potter Oliver Kings, who is Robin’s nephew whom Robin adores. •Robins hobbies consists of baking, cooking, writing recipes, the rare stop to play pickle ball with friends, and the occasional wildlife preserve trip. • Robin’s love life at the moment isn’t worthy of spot light but there is a blossoming waiting to bloom.

•She met a dashing and highly competitive blond named Everett Cullen’s a couple of months back. He is an CEO at Cullen’s Sports Equipment. He fancies pickle ball and late lunch tea. He’s the age of 30 and is good friends with her sister’s husband, Christoper Kings.

•Robin also met a charming and funny man named, Sebastian Banks, he is a Wildlife Researcher. He is from Australia and is very flirtatious when he is around Robin. He is the brink age of 32 and has been almost everywhere imaginable expect outer space and Florida. He spends his free time writing stories about his latest adventures and fixing old cars.

• Robin fancies both of them, she has too chose before it’s too late. But Robin tends to have second thoughts on decisions which in this case isn’t allowed.

•She smells of sugar and flowers, the flowers are often daisies and sunflowers.

Ruby Eva Kings:

• A flattering and bossy bob-cutted brunette who is the age of 29 the same as her twin sister, Robin Bishop. • She is a very organized and intelligent woman who loves her life, family, friends, and of course sweet treats. • Ruby is a very sentimental person, she keeps birthday cards, photos, you name it and Ruby most likely has it.

•She is married to a lovely and handsome 31 year old man named Christoper Kings. Who is a Sales Regional Director. They have been married for 2 years. She gave birth to their child Potter Olive Kings on January 11th, 2022. • They live in a white painted wooded house in a safe suburban neighborhood. With the white picket fences and they well-managed hedges out front and the old sturdy oak tree with a swing hanging from an extended branch. On Birch Drive and are number 1490. • She enjoys Jazz Music and making her grandmother recipes. And spending lots of time with her twin, Robin.

•She is quite the chatter and wants her sister to be happy even if that means intervening. •She smells of lemonade (her specialty), sometimes crayons and citrus.

Everett Cullen:

• A blond, fit, and competitive young 30 year old man. Who has started a company from the dirty bottom to the polished top. He owns Cullen’s Sports Equipment. He is very proud of his work as one would expected to be in his position. • He likes pickle ball and horse races as he has plenty of money to throw at them. He is close friends with Christopher Kings, they have been friend since high school and have been close ever since.

• He fancies Christopher’s sister-in-law, Robin Bishop, he is often a confident lad but with the women he is all over the place. He feels foolish after he speaks to her as he often stutters or gets pink in the face.

• He needs to come up with a plan to ask her to dinner or tea time. But will his nerves get the best of this fine young man?

• He smells like freshly opened pickle balls, coffee, and cologne.

Sebastian Banks:

• This dashing, olive-skinned, and intelligent gentlemen is one of a kind. He is a Wildlife Researcher from the deep ends of Sydenham, Australia who finds peace in cars and writing about his latest adventures into the wilderness.

•He is the created of a non-profit called “The Wild Is Better” it’s an organization that takes in injured animals and try’s the absolute best to return them to the right full home if they cannot they send them to “Truly Wildlife Preserve” which is also owned by Sebastian. He has worked at many preserves and company’s that he can truly profit and learn from his company and such. •He knows what he is doing.

•He can be very flirtatious if he so chose to, it can often cause a havoc. He has grown a crush on an owner of a favorite bakery of his where he spends quite frankly any of his past time there. Her name is Robin Bishop.

•He owns a Saint Bernard named Louie. He often brings to the bakery, the bakery is pet friendly.

• This lad smells of freshly cut grass, ink, and dogs.

BAKERY- “The Sweetest” :

•A corner bakery nestled into a town square. It it busted by many. You will find people of all kinds. University students, business people, families stopping by for a snack, tourist, and many more. •It’s walls are painted an off white and are filled with photographs of places around the world. It’s food shelf are full of the sweetest and homemade treats that you come up with. They have a range of sconce’s to tiramisu. They have two chalkboards filled with popular treats and todays special. •Once you go once, you will keep coming back. Which you find is the case with many of the customers.

•They have a book center with tables surround by book cases full of classic to the newest releases of Jenn Bennett.

• The tables have different unique flowers in a clear vase in the center. The place is spotless and well-loved by many. • The back of the bakery is the kitchen which is in view of the customers to prove that the baker uses the freshest of ingredients. It’s a wooded countered kitchen with a large island and a generously sized fridge

•Smells of freshly baked bread, mixes of perfume

and cologne, and tea.

Ruby’s Cottage:

• A cozy and small cottage located outside the loud and busy main streets do London. •It is packed with nick nacks and filled to the brim with recipes Robin has made and/or discovered. It has a very warm and homey feel to it. With blankets and comfy arm chairs. •Classic story’s and poetry lace the book shelves that are up on the walls. • Lots of natural light fill the rooms of this tight-fit and homey cottage. With a garden out in the backyard. In the front a white SUV is parked, the trunk is full of cooler and containers that often are full of sweets and goodies. •The cottage is Robin’s safe place, a place to go when she wants to escape her chaotic and often messy life. • It’s her space, her bedroom is full of plants, she finds plants intriguing. They are beautiful and have different quirks and needs. • She has a king bed that is covered by a fluffy sage green comforter and is piled with fluffy and satin pillows. With knitted blankets. She is in there a good amount of time that she isn’t in the bakery. • She has a cat named, Muffin, who likes to cuddle when Robin is home. He is a black cat which fits her unique personality just right. •Her home smells of cinnamon buns, freshly cracked books, and newly watered plants.

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Elise Cooper Interviews Patrice Jones

A Cowboy in Amish Country

Amish Country Haven Book 2

The Amish Matchmaking Dilemma

Amish Country Matches Book 1

Love Inspired

A Cowboy in Amish Country is a heartfelt story that explores the Amish and English values.  Unlike most Amish books, this story had an Amish woman, Sue Schmidt, deciding to leave the Amish fold.  She feels stifled by the culture and even though she is pregnant, to be a single mom, she does not want to give up the life she loves of herding and working on a ranch.  Unfortunately for the English rancher, Wilder Westhouse, that has hired her, Sue’s family lives next door.  This story is a great read where readers will take the journey with Sue.

The Amish Matchmaking Dilemma has a progressive Amish woman, Naomi Peachy wanting to share her culture with the English.  But she needs the help of the bishop to agree and seeks the help of her childhood friend, Mose Klassen, who is now an Amish scholar.  He is initially against any connection with the English, afraid that the Amish culture will be influenced.  In addition, Naomi has become his speaking tutor to try to help him find a wife and overcome his stutter.  Sparks fly between the two and they soon recognize each other’s worth. 

Patricia Jones’ knows how to tug at reader’s hearts with her great characters and plot line.  Both stories are uplifting, inspirational, and after reading them people will look forward to the next books.

Elise Cooper: How did you get the idea for the stories?

Patricia Jones: I’m often asked where I get my ideas from, and honestly, I don’t really know! I walk around with story ideas rattling around in my head all the time. I normally start with a certain kind of story I’d like to write, and it builds from there. Sometimes it starts with a character I want to write about, and other times it’s as simple as wanting to write a marriage or convenience, or a Beauty and Beast sort of story. Whatever tickles my fancy at the time. 

But with that said, for both books, the inspiration began with the characters. 

For A Cowboy in Amish Country, I wanted to write the story of Sue Schmidt, Wollie Schmit’s scandalous little sister who no one forgot after she ran away. What happened to her? And what about her happily ever after? And that is how the story grew. 

For The Amish Matchmaking Dilemma, Naomi Peachy is a character from the last book of another series (Redemption’s Amish Legacies, Love Inspired books), and I pitched the story to my editor who suggested that we use her story to start a new spinoff miniseries. This new miniseries is called Amish Country Matches, and it follows six Amish women who the community matchmaker is determined to find matches for. 

EC:  Why did you have one of the characters stutter?

PJ: I knew Naomi would need a man who’d match her strength. I decided upon Mose’s stutter because my son has a stutter, although not as debilitating as Mose’s. I see how hard my son works to overcome it, and the different strategies he comes up with for school presentations. So that got me to thinking about how much goes on inside of a man that he never says out loud, and how we women long to hear all of it. A story was born.

EC: How much is true about the Amish-including Ordnung?

PJ: I do a lot of research for my Amish stories. The Ordnung is a real collection of rules for a community. Each community has their own Ordnung, and it changes very slowly. Each Amish community is a little bit different. They might have slightly different clothing requirements, or different expectations when it comes to technology. Some communities have no issues with cell phones. Some don’t even have running water! Each community is unique, which is very useful for an author. I create fictional Amish communities that would be much like many real communities, but are still fictional, so I have some flexibility. 

EC: Is it a rare case where someone does not return to the Amish-why did you do it?

PJ: In A Cowboy in Amish Country, my heroine ends up staying outside the Amish way of life and marrying her Englisher cowboy. I hope that doesn’t ruin anything for future readers! But if you know romance novels, then you know that Sue and Wilder would end up together. I decided to have Sue marry Wilder and live a life “on the fence,” so to speak, between two cultures, because I think that is something many of us do! I married a man born in Africa, and our relationship and our life is a unique blend of both cultures. As a lot of us grow up, we find our own paths, and the church, or the way of life our parents raised us doesn’t always fit in our adult years. I wanted to show that struggle for Sue. She was raised Amish and she loves the heritage her family gave her, but it doesn’t fit anymore. She loves riding herd and working with cattle. Her skills just don’t fit into the Amish expectations. But how does she make peace with that? How do you keep a family close when you’ve dashed their hopes for you? That was the complicated knot I wanted to work through in this novel.

EC: How would you describe Sue? 

PJ: Sue is true to herself. I think that is the core of her. She knows what she wants, and what she’s good at, and she isn’t willing to lie to anyone, including herself. She was born and raised Amish, that will always be an integral part of her, but she doesn’t fit into the Amish life. Being an Amish wife would crush her spirit. She thinks she might be willing to live in those confines for the sake of her baby, but even then, she can’t pretend she’s anything but the complicated woman she is. I loved her honesty. She’s just so determined to live her life authentically that pretending to be anything she isn’t impossible. She’s pregnant, and she won’t apologize for that! She’s willing to accept her life as it comes and do the best she can. 

EC:  Could you identify with Sue?

PJ: Personally, I really identified with Sue, since I grew up in a conservative church that no longer fits me in my adult years, either. And yet, I love everything my parents gave me in my upbringing. I hope other readers connect with her, too, and see themselves in her.

EC: Do you think she was caught between two worlds: Amish and English-going home or having her freedoms?

PJ: Yes. Her Amish background offered her an “easy” solution. If she just cooperated and went home, she could be a stay-at-home mom for her little one. No worries about paying rent or figuring out a childcare solution. But that came with all the strings attached, and she doesn’t believe that the Amish way of life is the only way to live anymore. The big issue is that her Amish family won’t accept halfway. Sue has found a way to use her own skills as a ranch hand. It’s in no way shocking for Englishers. But for her Amish family; Pure scandal! If she goes home, she must be Amish, 100%. They believe women should stay in the home, cooking, cleaning, preserving food, sewing, and doing hand crafts, which she refuses. She’ll never be part of the family in the same way, either. Either way, she’s losing something very important to her.

EC:  What about her “English life”?

PJ: Her “English” life is what fits her most comfortably. She loves working with cattle and riding herd. She loves using her skills and that feeling of freedom on horseback. She can’t have that in the Amish world—that’s men’s work. But with Englisher freedom comes a lot more complications. She’s going to be a single mother—and there is nothing easy about that! What’s best for her? What’s best for her baby? What’s even possible? She’s stuck.

EC: Why the comparison with Annie Oakley?

PJ: Annie Oakley was an adventurous woman who became a sharpshooter in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West shows in the 1800’s. She didn’t stick with women’s roles of her day, either. She used her skills and created this fabulous life for herself that defied all of society’s expectations. Sue is a lot like her. 

EC: What is the theme?

PJ: For me, the theme was balancing your upbringing with your present self. Who did you used to be? Who were you raised to be? And who are you authentically now? 

EC: Describe Wilder: 

PJ: Wilder inherited the ranch along with his brother Conrad a few years earlier. For Wilder, this is a fresh start. He stopped drinking, and he’s proving to himself and everyone around him that he can be better than he was. But the land they inherited is smack in the middle of Amish country. Wilder is an outsider, but he sees something in the Amish life that really appeals to him. They’re stable, reliable, and steady people. That’s very attractive to a recovering alcoholic. He’s worked hard to be accepted by his neighbors, but if he follows his heart with Sue, they’ll block him out. He’ll have betrayed his Amish neighbors in a personal way, and what can a new rancher do without the help of neighbors? Wilder uses his work as therapy, so when he hires Sue to help him on the ranch, she’s being welcomed into the most personal part of his life. The ranch is everything to Wilder!

EC: Describe the relationship?

PJ: Wilder and Sue have an immediate connection. They’re both lost souls—they’re both trying to figure out who they are. For Wilder, he’s heard stories of Sue for years, and she’s like the stuff of local legend. When he meets her in the flesh, he’s a little bit in love with her already. For Sue, Wilder is strong, handsome, capable, and calm. He’s everything she needs right now, but she knows that she’s a liability for him. They can’t help how they feel about each other, but if they give in to their feelings and stay together, they both lose a lot! 

EC: Role of Wollie, Sue’s brother?

PJ: Wollie is complicated character, because he represents everything most conservative in the Amish culture, but he’s also Sue’s brother. She feels no obligation to act in the “feminine” way her brother expects. They grew up together. They looked out for each other. But when Sue left, she left Wollie behind and he felt personally betrayed. And yet, they’re still siblings. They fight, argue, and truly love each other. He will always be passionately Amish. And Sue will always be his little sister, even if she won’t toe the line, he wants her to. Her brother is very protective of her, and in the end, Wollie is the one who helps Wilder to embrace some of the Amish culture and become more a part of their family. 

EC: In The Amish Matchmaking Dilemma describe Mose:

PJ: Mose is a cautious man. He grew up with a debilitating stutter, and he found his outlet through writing. But talking? That’s the hard part. It’s held him back romantically. Women couldn’t see what was going on inside of him, and he couldn’t tell them very well, either. But Mose longs for love and marriage, and he decides to get the help of a matchmaker from another community. He thinks that careful planning can make up for lost time.

EC: Describe Naomi:

PJ: Naomi is energetic, free-spirited, happy, impulsive, a chatterbox. She’s fun-loving, and she truly enjoys connecting with people. That’s why she’s passionate about building bridges between the Amish and the Englishers. How can we help others if we keep them at arm’s length, she argues?

EC: Describe the relationship:

PJ: Naomi and Mose were friends as children. Naomi was the fun one, and Mose just cooperated. It was all Noami needed, really, and she dragged Mose along with her on her adventures. Mose was smitten from childhood onward. But he knows that she’s far too progressive for him, and she can talk right over him with no effort at all. He doesn’t think a relationship with Naomi would work, even if he could convince her that he was worth her heart.

EC: Amish versus English?

PJ: In this book, Naomi is eager to welcome Englishers into their midst so that the Amish can share the beauty of their culture and their faith. How can you be a witness to people when you won’t have a real, honest, personal relationship with them? But the Amish only stay unique and different if they keep outside influences away, and that’s the problem. If they keep to themselves, there is safety and uniformity. If they open their doors and tear down the fences, how can they maintain their unique lifestyle? How can they protect their children from outside influences? But we Englishers wish we could get an inside view of their world. We long to belong with them, don’t we? It’s why we read books with Amish characters and delve into the Amish world through fiction.  

EC: Next book?

PJ: My next book that’s coming out in March 2023 is called Her Amish Country Valentine. This is the first book in a brand-new miniseries called The Butternut Amish B&B. This miniseries is about an Amish bed-and-breakfast owner and Amish matchmaker named Belinda Wickey who connects with her Englisher guests as they stay with her and get a view into her Amish world. Belinda is unique in that she pulls her guests right into the middle of her life and gives them a truly inside view into her Amish community. The first book has a workaholic marketing whiz who is staying with her Amish great-aunt Belinda for her sister’s Valentine’s Day wedding. When she lies to her sister and says that she has a date to the wedding, the carpenter working on her aunt’s kitchen cabinets volunteers to be her date as long as it isn’t a lie! He needs them to spend some time together before the big day. 

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Your Friendly Neighborhood Secret (Kate Bishop/ Reader)

Hi everyone, may I present Kate Bishop/ Spider-Woman reader! Hope you enjoy!

Summary: As Kate gets closer to discovering the truth, will you be able to keep your secret or will you be forced to reveal all?

Eventually, the need for oxygen outweighed the desire to keep your lips pressed to the woman before you and Kate seemed to think the same thing as she reluctantly pulled away from you moments later. Her eyes stayed shut for a moment, her lips still faintly puckered and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss the feeling of them pressed against you already.

Silence settled in the room for a moment and you watched her with a nervous but endeared smile. The next words she said could set the path for where your relationship went next. Maybe the friendship could develop into more or maybe… maybe, you made a horrible mistake and she was preparing herself to let you down gently. Your mind wouldn’t stop racing the longer each moment passed without a word.

Silence around Kate was almost unnerving as the woman was usually speaking about anything and everything at all times.

Thankfully she didn’t make you wait too long. “I-... Um, not that I’m complaining, because I’m definitely not complaining, but what was that for?” Kate stuttered out, her expression dazed. And you certainly didn’t miss the way she licked her lips when her gaze fell to your mouth.

You fought the urge to glance over in the direction of your closet and fumbled for an answer that wouldn’t raise more questions. “I was just…” You hesitated slightly and Kate raised an eyebrow. “I was just so happy that you were okay that I couldn’t contain myself?” You eventually settled on with what you hoped was an innocent and convincing smile.

The answer seemed to cure her daze as Kate’s expression shifted, her eyes narrowing at you in suspicion. You cursed inwardly.

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All you could manage was a half hearted shrug. Even if the kiss was originally intended to be a distraction, nothing in your life had ever felt more right than when you put your lips on hers. As much as you wanted to tell her that, you knew you couldn’t tell her the truth. Instead you fumbled with a half version of the truth and hoped your best friend couldn’t see through it.

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As you had opened your mouth to reply, the sound of another voice interrupted you. “I call it her Y/n tingle!” May shouted through the door.

Your eyes widened as you threw open the door to find May standing there with a tray of snacks and an amused smile. “May! How long have you been standing there?”

Despite your embarrassment, your aunt seemed completely unaffected as she made her way into your room to place the tray down on your desk. “Long enough.” She replied with an aloof smile and you groaned while Kate chuckled. “I just wanted to bring you all some snacks.”

“Okay, you brought the snacks. You can go now.” You answered quickly, gesturing to the door.

Kate smacked your shoulder. “Don’t be rude, Y/n. May, you can definitely stay.”

Again, you groaned. “See, I knew I liked you for a reason, Kate.” May replied with a wink and Kate smiled proudly. “And can I just say, Y/n… it’s about time you made a move.”

Before you could reply, Kate nodded in agreement. “Tell me about it. I’ve been waiting for years.”

“I knew it would happen.” May replied confidently, lightly nudging you. “Y/n can take time to figure things like this out. I remember when she was at science camp when she was younger she called me to ask why her hands got sweaty when-”

The familiar heat of embarrassment flooded your cheeks. “May!” You shouted indignantly and decided enough was enough as you began gently nudging her towards the door.

“Wait! I want to hear the rest of that story!” Kate protested, laughter crinkling the corners of her eyes.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll tell you next time Y/n here is distracted.” May promised, making it more difficult to nudge her out of the room.

With a huff, you kept trying to get your stubborn aunt out of the room. “Great, I have more embarrassment in store for my future. You can definitely go now, May.”

As you were about to close the door, May placed her hand on it. “Remember, if you both plan on getting… Intimate, make sure you talk about your boundaries and practice safe se-”

“May, please.” your words were pleading now and you were almost certain if you could see yourself right now you would be as red as your suit. The embarrassment kept piling up and you silently wished that the ground would open up and swallow you whole.

Not only was May embarrassing you in front of your best friend turned lover, but also in front of your new friend/ alliance who already knew way too much about you.

May chuckled as she began heading towards the door. “Okay, okay. I can see when I’m not wanted.” She looked around the room in confusion. “Wait, Y/n, where did Yel-” Your eyes widened and you subtly shook your head.

Thankfully your aunt seemed to get the hint this time. “Okay, well, it was nice seeing you Kate!” She rushed out before quickly closing the door to your room behind herself.

“It was nice seeing you too, May!” Kate called back through the door before turning to look at you. Much to your relief it didn’t seem like she had understood your aunt’s final line of questioning. “I love your aunt.”

You smiled sarcastically. “Oh, yeah? You can have her then.” It was all jokes though, you loved your aunt with your entire being. Almost as much as she loved embarrassing you.

“I’d gladly make the trade.” Kate quipped back. “Now what was that about sensing I wanted to kiss you?”

The change of topic flooded you with relief because her suspicions had clearly faded which meant your secret of the assassin in the closet was almost in the clear.

Kate seemed to take your brief hesitation as surprise and the smirk that spread across her lips short circuited your mind for a minute. Where did your goofy and awkward best friend disappear to and who was this confident and dare you say, sexy version of her? It was a side you had never seen before, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

“What’s wrong, Y/n? Hiding something from me?” Kate said in challenge.

The question made you choke slightly. “What? Of course not.” You rushed out, willing your eyes not to flicker to the closet once again. “Nothing to hide. Nope.”

“Huh.” She replied and you shifted nervously. “I get the sense that you are.” Kate raised an eyebrow in challenge when the silence had stretched into minutes.

The only thing that you could think of doing was matching her energy, that was the only way to keep her from asking anymore questions that you weren't sure you wanted to give her answers to. Channeling a bit of your Spider-Woman confidence, you stepped forward, and slid your hand around the small of her back, pressing her body tightly against yourself. A soft gasp of surprise escaped her lips and you smirked in satisfaction to finally have the upper hand again. “Okay. You can tell me I’m wrong, Bishop… Or you can just show me how much you want to kiss me.”

Her eyelids fluttered and you licked your lips in anticipation. The only thoughts that were capable of existing in your mind now were of the woman before you. Of all the time you had wasted not seeing your best friend for what she could have been. Of her addicting lips.

Her hands fell to your hips, and you felt her fingers slip into the back pocket of your jeans. “When have I ever made anything that easy for you?”

Leaning up slightly, you rested your forehead against hers, inching so close that your lips were practically already connected. “Well, I guess you proved me wrong then, Bishop.” You whispered before pulling away and stepping out of her hold. “My mistake.” You said in your normal tone of voice, pretending everything had gone back to normal.

The tension had clearly gotten to Kate, as she took hold of your hand and tugged you back into the same position. “What-” You began but your words were interrupted when Kate pressed her lips to yours.

This kiss was heated and urgent, as if every emotion and moment she had let pass was being poured into this single embrace. Her hands caressed your cheeks and she stepped forward, making you take a step back until you felt the back of your knees connect with your bed. You quickly realized you were putty in her hands and the control that she had on you had increased tenfold under the spell of her lips. Her hands slid down to your shoulders and pressed down, demanding you to take a seat on the edge of your bed which you readily obliged to. Her lips never left yours as she straddled your lap. Your hands slid up her back as hers found their way into your hair and tugged.

Finding the need for oxygen becoming an issue again, you trailed your lips from her own, across her jaw, and down her neck. Eventually, your lips found her pulse point and you bit down lightly, soothing your tongue over the mark. A soft moan escaped Kate’s lips and electricity coursed through your veins at the sound.

“That’s it! I can’t take it anymore!” Kate fell off your lap at the unexpected interruption and you stared wide eyed at a disgusted looking Yelena who had just burst from your closet. “Sorry, Y/n Y/Ln. I tried, I really did, but I did not sign up for a front row seat to your sexual escapades.”

Kate looked wide eyed at Yelena then back at you, clearly taken back by the sight. Your mouth opened and closed several times as you searched desperately for a reasonable explanation.

You were sure casually saying, Hey, so I befriended a black widow assassin who wanted to kill your mentor and recently threw you off a building. It’s all perfectly normal though. By the way, I’m Spider-Woman and have been hiding that from you for years. Was a perfectly valid response. Definitely.

Before you could gather your bearings though, Kate’s voice filled the room. “You’re sleeping with the enemy?” She questioned frantically, jumping to the first conclusion.

“What? No!” You quickly replied.

While Yelena simultaneously answered, “Well, that is just an offensive assumption, Kate Bishop. I am way too cool for her.” Her gaze shifted to you. “No offense.” she added which you rolled your eyes to.

“No, of course, why would I be offended by that?” You said sarcastically.

Yelena shrugged. “It is not my fault if you cannot handle the truth.”

“It is not my fault if you cannot handle the truth.” You mocked in a horrible Russian accent under your breath.

Yelena leveled you with an annoyed stare. “I do not sound like that.”

“I think that is exactly how you sound.” You said before sitting up straighter, “I am Yelena, I am a scary black widow that likes to call people by their full names.” You continued in your horrible accent.

An offended expression crossed her features. “That sounds nothing like me, Y/n Y/Ln.”

“See? You just did it again!” You shouted with a point of your finger. “I am Yelena and calling people by their full names is fun because it makes them uncomfortable.” You continued to mock with the same horrible accent.

“Stop it!” Yelena demanded.

“You stop it!” You countered.

The bickering went on for another minute before… “Both of you, stop!” Kate’s volume was far louder than you both and you each jumped in surprise as you looked over at her.

You had momentarily forgotten how dire the situation was and when you saw the confusion reflecting clearly in her eyes. Your stomach dropped with what was to come. “Someone explain to me what the hell is going on. Right now.” Kate demanded sharply.

Your eyes flickered to Yelena and she gestured for you to go on. “Great, now you want to stay quiet.” You mumbled and she smirked in response. “Um, Kate, this is my new friend, Yelena.” you introduced awkwardly as you got to your feet.

The blonde waved with a smile, “Hi.” You almost wanted to laugh at how absurdly casual Yelena sounded.

Kate’s brows furrowed as she turned to face you again. “Why are you friends with the woman who tried to kill me?”

It was Yelena’s turn to look indignant as she stepped forward. “Like I told Y/n, I did not try to kill you. You’re both so defensive. So hostile.” She leaned against the wall. “In all honesty, if I wanted to kill you-”

“You would’ve.” Kate finished with a wince.

Yelena shrugged nonchalantly. “-As soon you got involved on the roof.”

Kate nodded, “I probably wouldn’t have even had time to react.”

“No.” Yelena confirmed with a lighthearted laugh and you shook your head again at the absurdity of the conversation.

Again, Kate nodded as if she was processing the woman’s words. “Okay…. Yeah.” Yelena gestured for Kate to take a seat which you couldn’t help but be thankful for. “So, what is happening here, Y/n?”

You winced as the attention once again shifted back to you. There was no logical way to explain this. The only way to explain the situation was to give Kate the truth. The whole truth.

“Um… There is something I need to tell you, but I need you to promise me that you won’t get mad.” You began nervously. You could hear Yelena snort in amusement from where she stood. You figured she found the whole situation amusing.

Kate crossed her arms as her gaze shifted between you both. “I don’t want to promise anything until I get the whole story.”

“Kate...” You took her hand, feeling your nerves spike. “Please.”

For a moment she just looked back at you, her brows almost furrowing in concern. “Okay, yeah. Sure, I promise.” Kate finally replied. “Now what is it you need to tell me?”

Taking a deep breath you prepared yourself for the worst case scenario while still hoping for the best. “Kate.” Her head tilted curiously at your unfamiliar nerves. “Yelena was in my closer because she found me and explained her situation to me. I decided to help her. Well... I'm hoping I can help because... I’m Spider-Woman.” You admitted.

Yelena’s eyebrows were raised, clearly entertained by the whole situation as she looked between you and Kate, highly anticipating her reaction.

All you could do was watch Kate closely to gauge her reaction, but surprisingly, she stayed silent. A rare occurrence for your best friend and it confused you. Out of all the outcomes you could have expected, silence was not one of them.

Then, suddenly, Kate burst into laughter. “Yeah, okay. You’re Spider-Woman.” She said in a sarcastic tone. “That’s a good one, Y/n. Now what do you really need to tell me?”

You looked over at Yelena for some assistance and she just shrugged. “Um, Kate, that was what I needed to tell you.”

When Kate realized you weren’t laughing along with her, the smile on her face faded. “Prove it.” She said.

“I mean, aside from the fact that I befriended a black widow assassin, sure, no problem.” You mumbled under your breath to yourself. Jumping up, you reached a hand to the ceiling, hanging there from the tips of your fingers. “Does this work for you?”

Kate opened and closed her mouth before shaking her head. “You must have something on your hand.”

With a sigh, you allowed yourself to fall back to the floor. “Okay, um…” You looked around the room before walking over to the wall and climbing on it until you were on your ceiling. “I think this is as clear as it gets.”

Kate just looked at you with wide-eyes. “Okay, yeah… That would be pretty hard to fake.” She muttered in surprise.

“Do you believe me now?” You questioned.

Not knowing what else to do, Kate looked at Yelena for confirmation. “This isn’t a joke right?”

The blonde assassin merely shrugged at Kate. “Surprisingly no. Y/n Y/ln speaks the truth. She is Spider-Woman.” She lightly patted Kate’s shoulder. “Believe me, if I didn’t know she was Spider-Woman I wouldn’t believe it either. Superheroes typically are much cooler. Like me.”

“And less nerdy, right?” Kate added.

You rolled your eyes, “Superheroes still have feelings, you know?… and ears.” You quipped sarcastically before dropping back to the floor. “Have I proven myself now?”

Kate watched you intently. “Tell me something only Spider-Woman would know.”

There were hundreds of things you could have said but only one that you wanted to tell her. “Spider-Woman - me - I told you to stay safe on the roof before I left. Just like I had earlier in the day.”

Those words seemed to do the trick as Kate’s shoulders dropped slightly, the breath seemingly escaping her chest. “It really is you.” She breathed out.

“Yeah.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman and now you know my friendly neighborhood secret.” You said with a nervous chuckle.

Yelena threw a pillow in your direction. “Boo. That was horrible.” She called out in disapproval. “I expected more from you.”

After sending Yelena an annoyed look, you turned back to Kate. Her mouth still open in surprise but no words were coming out. “Kate?”

Yelena came up from behind you. “I think you broke her.” She mumbled, waving her hand in front of the other woman’s face. “Does this happen often?”

“No. Definitely not.” You replied warily before placing a hand on Kate’s shoulder. “Kit-kat?”

Kate’s mouth moved but no sound came out. Both you and Yelena leaned forward curiously as your best friend seemingly gathered herself.

“Holy shit.” She breathed out and you leaned back in anticipation. You knew that look too well. “Holy shit, my best friend is Spider-Woman!” She shouted, the sound reverberating through the room.

Yelena grabbed her ears. “Ow!”

“MY BEST FRIEND IS SPIDER-WOMAN!” Kate screamed again, her eyes wide.

You winced and grabbed your ears while May ran into the room with a lamp. “Who's in danger?”

Through Kate’s shouting, you waved May off. “Don’t worry, Kate just found out the secret. We’re okay.”

"The secret?" She questioned and you just nodded. May raised her eyebrows in surprise before giving you a thumbs up in return. “Good luck!” She shouted over Kate's rambling before backing out of the room.

After Kate’s fifth shout of her best friend being Spider-Woman, you cut in. “I was actually hoping for a promotion to girlfriend.” You said shyly.

Kate froze and turned to look at you. Yelena breathed a sigh of relief that the shouting had finally stopped... though it didn’t last long. “Holy shit, my girlfriend is Spider-Woman!” Kate corrected excitedly.

Despite all the shouting, this was the best outcome you could have possibly hoped for. You couldn’t help but watch Kate adoringly as she beamed excitedly back at you, taking your hand in her own. "This is the best day of my life." She added happily.

“And this is the worst mission I’ve ever been on.” Yelena muttered in reply with a look of disgust painted on her features. “You both make me sick.”

All you could manage was a laugh and Kate squeezed your hand in her own. It truly felt like everything was right because your friendly neighborhood Spider-Woman no longer had to keep a friendly neighborhood secret.

And that is all folks! I know this technically could have been the end but it still felt like there were loose ends, so I'm hoping to have the final part up by next weekend!

Let me know what you think! Thoughts and comments always welcome! :)

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[rystarkov]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Part Four)

Hi everyone! I hope you all enjoy part four! The gif above is who I picture in my head for Evie (Anya Taylor-Joy in New Mutants) but of course you can imagine Evie as whoever you like! In case putting a face to a character makes it easier for you, here you go:) Warning: Part Four is mostly a filler chapter before they finally reunite, but I hope you like it! It features Kate Bishop from Hawkeye, as well as Sam and Bucky as Evie has become an Avenger during her time away from the Eternals:) enjoy!

2021

PRESENT DAY

NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK

“Shot! Shot! Shot! Shot!” I hear around me as I shotgun a glass of tequila (definitely dangerous, but hey it’s my fake birthday). I start screaming and begin to jump up and down as the awful taste and burning sensation of alcohol consumes my throat.

“That’s my girl! Happy birthday, Evie.” Kate says, clapping me on the shoulder as we do our signature handshake together. Bucky rolls his eyes as Sam laughs with us and downs his third and final shot of tequila, coughing as the taste of the shot finally sets in.

“How does it feel to be 21? Oh wait, you’ve been 21 for centuries now! Happy birthday, old lady.” Sam says sarcastically as I roll my eyes and drunkenly give him a one armed hug goodbye.

“Thank you for that, Sam! Your sarcasm is always appreciated. Aren’t you the one who asked me to make up a fake birthday so the thought of me never aging wouldn’t creep you out anymore? Anyways, thanks for coming out tonight! Get home safe!” I say, almost stuttering and slurring that entire speech as I hug Bucky goodbye.

“Are you joking? We are Falcon and Captain America! No wait, we’re Captain Falcon and American Soldier! Wait, Sam help me out here. What are we again?” Bucky laughs as Sam looks at him in genuine confusion.

“Come on, big guy. Let’s get you home. Night ladies! Get home safe and call us when you get home.” Kate and I erupt into a fit of giggles as we grab some karaoke mics and sing them goodbye while they walk tiredly out the bar doors.

The night goes on without any problems, no creepy old men or any weirdos. Kate and I sing about a dozen Britney Spears songs, wrapping it up around 1:00 A.M. and then begin our drunken journey of walking back to my apartment for the night.

“Come on, try it! One foot in front of the other, girl. Move! I want to sleep.” Kate giggles as I keep trying to trip her while we walk on the sidewalk.

Everything around me is spinning yet I’ve never felt more light on my feet. The music from another bar across the road fills my head with its heavenly sounds and before I even realize what my intoxicated body is doing, I’m skipping down the sidewalk.

“Evie! Slow down! I be too drunk, m’lady.” Kate says, as I let out the ugliest cackle I’ve ever made in my life.

“Evie?” I hear a familiar voice say as I slam into a tall wall. Maybe a wall? I don’t actually know, I was skipping with my eyes closed.

I trip over my own feet as I take a step back, but somehow Kate manages to catch me before I fall on my ass. I look up, still giggling, but then quickly stop as I realize who all is in front of me.

“Sprite? Oh my God, Sprite! Oh, how I’ve missed you!” I screech as I throw my arms around them, lifting them up off the ground in pure, drunken happiness. Kate is still standing behind me in shock, as she might be thinking she’s already passed out and participating in a weird alcohol induced dream.

I hear laughs behind Sprite as I put her back down, screeching once again as I realize that Ikaris, Sersi, Kingo, Thena, Gilgamesh, and some dude with a camera are all standing in front of me in amazement at the drunken state that I’m in.

“Karun, cut the cameras! Ya know, we have been coworkers for thousands of years but not once have I ever seen you drunk. Is everything okay at home?” Kingo asks jokingly, as I beeline for him and hug him around the torso.

“Oh, everything’s perfect! I’m so happy you guys are here! Kate and I were just heading back to my apartment to order food! Would you guys like some? Don’t worry, on me! I make Sam always pay for it anyway.” I say excitedly and quickly grab Thena by the hand as she tries to snatch it back. I ignore her and grab it again, practically dragging her down the street and start singing the song playing from the bar across the street as I go.

“Evie, I am going to need you to sober up immediately. Something really horrible has happened and we need you to come back with us. I’m sorry to your friend in advance, but we have to go. Now.” Sersi says sincerely, grabbing my shoulders and keeping my somehow energetic self in place.

I turn around to look at Kate and she looks at me, and then we do the one thing that is definitely not helpful to the situation. We burst out laughing.

As I’m wiping the tears away from my eyes, I hear Ikaris groan in frustration as Sersi looks to the others for assistance.

Next thing I know, I hear Kate gasp in shock as I feel a blunt force to my head and then everything fades to black.

———————————————————————————

It’s been a day since my horribly embarrassing drunken encounter with everyone, and I am still feeling the shame (as well as the pain) of my past as I am forced to visit Druig and his compound in the Amazon today.

I am literally feeling my shame. As in, I am still very hungover and wearing sunglasses to nurse the massive headache I have had since I woke up.

Sersi kindly filled me in on everything that has happened since we disbanded, including the rise in Deviant attacks across the world and Ajak’s death. I woke up crying because of my hangover, and then I cried some more over the loss of one of the only parental figures I had ever known. Oh, and the world is ending in ten days.

I couldn’t bring myself to call Kate, or Sam, or even Bucky, who have dealt with situations like this before. It might be selfish of me, but I want them to enjoy their last days on Earth without the fear of everything they know and love crumbling before their very eyes. I know that we can most likely stop it, but we unfortunately need Druig’s help first.

I can’t say that I’m excited, but I also can’t say that a sad part of me isn’t not excited to see him for the first time in five hundred years. I hate him, but I love him.

Simple, right?

He left me stranded, confused, heartbroken, but most of all angry. He held my heart in the palm of his hands that fateful night, yet still willingly crushed it to dust with each step he took further and further away from me and what could have been our life together.

I have never hated someone as much as I hate him, but I have also never loved someone as much as I care for him and his safety, which is why I agreed to come on this horrible and excruciatingly painful trek into the Amazon.

“Evie, I know you’re hungover, but at least try to keep up. You’re walking slower than the old ladies I help walk across the street.” Kingo says as he turns to the camera and winks, with Karun giving him a thumbs up in approval.

“Kingo, what did you say you do for a living, again? Act as Ikaris and never as yourself?” I say sharply, picking up the pace to catch up and see the priceless look on his face.

“Burn!” Gilgamesh says as he high fives me, and I even hear Thena laugh softly as we continue walking. It feels good hearing her laughter and seeing her smile again after all of these years.

“I see that your horrible manners haven’t developed over the many years you’ve spent in human society. Karun, cut that one out please.” Karun nods, and then reaches into his bag to put his camera away.

“So, Avengers, huh?” Sersi asks as she moves to walk alongside me, giving me her signature soft but sincere smile as we move forward.

“Surprisingly, yeah. They’ve been like family to me ever since the Ultron attack in Sokovia. I’ve lost a good few of them over the years because of the snap and Thanos, but if anything we are all closer because of it.” I say sadly, brushing my hair behind my ears as a nervous tick. Sersi reaches down to grab my hand and gives it a sweet but firm squeeze.

“I always knew you had it in you and I’m proud of you, Evie, I really am. I’m sorry for your losses, but I’m really glad we were brought together again. I missed you terribly in London, I had to deal with Sprite and her sarcasm alone.” She giggles, looking back at Sprite to see her bickering with Kingo. I turn around and smile at the sight before my eyes. I love my human family, but I can’t help but feel completely at home with my fellow Eternals once again.

“I heard you have a new boyfriend.” I wiggle my eyebrows as she shoves my shoulders and laughs.

“How the hell did you hear that? Weren’t you too busy saving the world and avoiding Druig?” She says pointedly, and my smile quickly drops.

“Druig and I are, I mean, used to be best friends. I think he’s an ass and if I never see him again, I’ll be relieved.” I hear Kingo scoff as Sprite laughs, making my eyes flash blue as I turn around to glare in anger.

“I think you mean to say he’s a fine piece of ass, right?” Gilgamesh jokes as him and Kingo laugh loudly at my expense. I roll my eyes and turn back around to continue walking.

Boys, right?

“Will you all be quite? We’re almost there.” Ikaris says, ever so stern, as he gives Sersi a pointed look, causing her to clear her throat awkwardly and continue walking.

We walk in silence (minus the occasional vlog from Kingo) for another mile before my stomach unexpectedly drops. I can sense him, and I immediately stop walking as the realization hits me.

I’m about to see Druig for the first time in five hundred years and I don’t think i’m mentally prepared at all. I haven’t practiced my mental block in centuries, as I haven’t been around another mind reader since working alongside Druig. I don’t want him inside my mind, and I especially don’t want him to know that I’m still pained by both his absence and his lack of love.

We enter the clearing and I look around, my eyes quickly darting from person to person out of pure anxiety and fear of seeing him again. However, nothing seems odd or out of the ordinary. Everyone is working, laughing, cleaning, cooking, and doing normal daily activities. Kids are running around and people are gardening, in fact, it looks kind of peaceful here. There’s no sign of Druig, which both calms me and makes me want the ground to swallow me up.

I see Sprite ask someone where Druig is in Spanish, and I start choking on my own spit out of shock at her Spanish skills. Sprite is talented at many things, but Spanish is not one of them.

“Hello, Sprite.” I hear, and I immediately launch myself behind a tree, getting some weird looks in the process before their eyes flash gold and they all turn forward to look at the rest of the eternals. I hear the doors of the main house open and footsteps crunching leaves as someone walks towards the middle of the clearing.

I nervously peek around the tree, and immediately want anything to take away the embarrassment I feel. I want a Deviant to snatch me and drag me away to literally anywhere else. I want a meteor from outer space to choose me and smash me into the Earth so I can get out of this awful, anxiety inducing situation I put myself in.

Why, you ask?

Oh, well Druig and his entire community are staring directly at me, with that stupid (but sexy) smirk of his.

“My beautiful, beautiful Evie. Did you miss me?”

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[wizardofrozz]

Unexpected Cluster

Peter Parker x Widow!Reader, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Rick Mason

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: swearing

A/N: First, I want to say THANK YOU to all of you for all the wonderful comments along with your continued love and support of this fic. Peter with an ex-Widow reader started for spooktober last year and I fell in love with the idea. I have so much still in store for this pair so don't worry, their story isn't even close to over yet. 🖤❤️

Also, I wanted to make a note about Peter's abilities in this chapter. I took the powers he has in the MCU and expanded on them a little by using information from the comics. I wanted to mention this in case anyone hasn't read the comics and was wondering where they came from. 

This chapter also features a new suit for Peter that I hinted at, which can be found here.

Chapter 8

Peter’s head knocked against the window of Yelena’s truck, jolting him awake, and he flailed wildly for a moment. 

         “Peter, fucking stop,” (Y/N) snapped, grabbing one of his arms mid-swing. Peter blinked rapidly until he could focus on the person at his side. (Y/N) was glaring at him, loosening her death grip on his wrist, letting it drop onto the bags wedged between them.

         “Sorry,” he slurred, rubbing at his fuzzy eyes. “Where are we?” 

         “Upstate New York,” Kate replied, twisting around in the passenger’s seat with a bright smile. “Mason’s meeting us a few miles down the road.” Peter gave her a half-hearted thumbs-up as he continued to rub at his face, slapping his cheeks a few times to wake himself up. The last few miles went by in a flash and before Peter knew it, Yelena was pulling the truck off the back road into a wooded field. The ruts in the field sent them bouncing around the cab of the truck until Yelena slowed to a stop at the edge of the treeline.

         “There you are!” a male voice shouted as the four emerged from the truck. Peter squinted at the figure approaching, raising a brow at (Y/N) in a silent question. “Ah, collected some more strays I see.”

         “You could say that,” Yelena teased, nudging Peter as she passed him. “Nice to see you again, Mason.”

         “I can’t say the same about you,” he huffed, rolling his eyes playfully. “Do you know-”

         “How hard I make your life?” Yelena finished for him, mocking him slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard it all before.”

         “Rude,” Mason gasped, crossing his arms. 

         “Stop pouting,” (Y/N) huffed with a smirk.

         “Why are all you Widows so mean to me?” Mason mumbled, shifting his gaze to the brunette at the back of the group. “Kate, darling, how good to see you!”

         “Hi, Rick,” Kate laughed, leaning her arm on Yelena’s shoulder, ignoring the sharp look from the Widow. 

         “Get a move on, Mason. We’ve got places to be,” Yelena grumbled, biting down on a smile. 

         “Yes, yes, of course,” Mason grumbled, rolling his eyes again but waving them to follow. “At least you know how to give me a proper warning.” 

         “I may be a pain in the ass but I honestly don’t aim to make your job harder,” Yelena snickered, elbowing him. Peter hurried to catch up with (Y/N) and Kate, falling in step with them behind Yelena and Mason.

         “Who is he?” he whispered out of the side of his mouth, more to (Y/N).

         “Rick Mason. He’s an ex- SHIELD agent turned private contracting that used to work with Natasha,” (Y/N) filled in with a sad smile. “He reached out to Yelena after what happened and offered his services if she ever needed it.”

         “That was nice of him,” Peter replied softly, nodding once. 

         “This is the first time she bothered to ask,” Kate added, swinging her arm around so her duffle bag hung over her shoulder. “Usually whatever money my mom left behind could cover it.”

         “Why’s this time different?” Peter asked, looking down at Kate. A half-smile lifted her face and she nodded towards the clearing; Peter followed her gaze and his eyes widened. The sun was almost blinding as it reflected off the smooth metal of the quinjet, making Peter squint a little as they got closer. His heart stuttered briefly at the memory of the Avengers but he ignored it and kept pace with the women at his sides. 

         “Weapons and commercial flights don’t mix well,” (Y/N) laughed, angling her face towards him with a small smile.

         “No shit,” Peter snorted, tightening his grip on his bag. 

Peter watched Kate move around the shadows at the back of the quinjet, the overhead lights flashing across her face as she wandered around. (Y/N) shifting in the co-pilot chair pulled his attention forward again and he glanced down at the top of her head. She lifted her head when she felt the needling of eyes on her, flashing Peter a grin, and leaned back in her seat to get a better look at him. 

         “What’s up?”

         “How long will it take?” Peter asked, resting his arm on the back of her chair, leaning closer, pushing the boundaries of a friendly distance.

         “Three hours or so,” she hummed, rolling her head to the side to look out the window. 

         “What’s the plan?” Kate called from the back and Peter looked over his shoulder, watching her stroll closer. 

         “Everyone brought nice clothes, right?” (Y/N) asked, sharing a smug look with Yelena. 

The lounge vibrated with distorted bass that Peter could hear from over a block away and he took a deep breath. (Y/N) and Kate’s black heels rhythmically click against the sidewalk as they walked in sync ahead of him. He clenched his jaw and tried to keep his eyes focused on the space between their heads but the dim street lights twinkled off their outfits, catching his eye. Kate wore a loose scarlet skirt that twisted around her thighs as she walked, that she paired with a low-cut, long-sleeved black blouse speckled with glitter. Waves of dark hair flowed down her back, brushing the band of her skirt. Peter couldn’t deny that she was a beautiful young woman but she wasn’t the one making it hard to stay focused. 

(Y/N)’s short-sleeved dress fell slightly lower than Kate’s, almost reaching her knees and hugging her body in a flattering way. Not too tight but not too loose. It was a deep midnight blue that sparkled despite the low light and every sway of her hips made it twinkle in a new configuration. No matter how much self-control he had, Peter was still an 18-year-old who didn’t always use the proper head. His eyes drifted down to the length of her body, only snapping up when he heard her hair shifting to find her raising a brow over her shoulder. His face flushed a deep red and he barely stopped himself from choking on his spit; Peter lifted his eyes to the sky, trailing his gaze across the rooftops, wondering where Yelena was in hopes of taking his mind off getting caught staring.

         Quit looking up here, Yelena scolded in his ear. The first and most important lesson, spider-boy, don’t look directly at your teammate's hiding spot.

         “Sorry,” he mumbled, ducking his head. 

         “Ready?” Kate asked, glancing back at Peter before looking at (Y/N).

         “Do we know what we’re looking for?” Peter asked at the last second.

         Yes, but don’t worry about it. Your job is to use your freaky hearing and be arm candy, Yelena chuckled through their comms. 

         “I feel very objectified,” Peter teased, smirking at (Y/N) when she paused long enough to fall in step with him. 

         “Not our fault you’re so pretty,” (Y/N) replied with a wolfish smile. Peter’s cheeks burned under the compliment but he forced himself to keep eye contact with her and she raised a brow, seemingly surprised that he didn’t back down. Kate paused with her hand on the door, a knowing smile lingering on her lips before she slipped inside; Peter lifted his arm, offering to (Y/N) with a smirk.

         “Shall we?” 

         “Lead the way,” (Y/N) laughed, lacing her arm through his, pressing into his side. As soon as they were inside it took Peter a few seconds to sort through the sudden flood of sensory input and he unintentionally pulled (Y/N) closer. She looked up at him, running a soothing hand over his arm as his brain worked overtime to filter out the unnecessary information. “Okay?” she shouted. 

         “You don’t have to yell,” he laughed, slowly lifting his head. “I can hear you.”

         “Whoa, really?” she said, softer this time, her eyes widening. 

         “Y-Yeah, I can kinda pick and choose what I hear,” Peter shouted over the music, leaning closer to her ear. “I can focus on specific sounds so everything else is kinda muted background noise.”

         “That’s awesome!” she gasped, her eyes twinkling under the flashing lights. 

         “I’ll have to tell you more about it sometime,” Peter replied with a bright smile.

         “I can’t wait,” she chuckled, pulling Peter farther into the lounge. He shifted his eyes towards the bar, catching a glimpse of Kate before turning his attention back to the tugging on his arm. “Want a drink?”

         “Nah, doesn’t affect me,” Peter answered with a shrug. He choked on a laugh when (Y/N) did a comical double-take, her hand freezing in midair as she gaped at him. “Being enhanced has its downfalls.”

         “Okay, we’re sitting down and talking about this. I know your favorite movies and how you take your coffee but I know almost nothing about your powers,” (Y/N) huffed, shaking her head. 

         “Alright,” Peter laughed, leaning against the bar, facing her. He took a steadying breath and focused all his senses on the room around them, his eyes glazing over slightly. He let his unfocused gaze linger on the high neckline of her dress as he listened to the conversations around him. Peter squinted, his eyes fluttering when a familiar buzz started at the base of his skull, the feeling growing stronger as the seconds slipped by. He nudged (Y/N), keeping his eyes on the curve of her shoulder as he tried to pick out the right conversation.

         “What’s wrong?” (Y/N) mumbled, watching his lips.

         “I feel someone,” he mumbled, closing his eyes halfway.

         “Feel?”

         “I-I can sense people with…bad intentions is the best way to put it,” Peter explained, his head snapping towards a table at the back of the lounge. “There.” He nodded at the table and (Y/N) turned, her eyes locking on the figures hidden in the dark corner. “I don’t understand what they’re saying but I think it’s them.”

         “We have to get closer,” (Y/N) concluded, grabbing his hand.

         “What - What are you doing?” Peter’s eyes darted between the back of her head and the table in question, his pulse thundering in his ears as they moved closer.

         “Dancing,” (Y/N) replied plainly. Once they were within a few feet of the table, she spun around, stumbling into Peter’s chest with a giggle. “Play along,” she hissed, forcing his hands to her hips. 

         “I d-don’t know,” Peter stuttered, gulping when she slid her hands over his chest to cup his neck.

         “Relax,” she whispered, swaying to the music. (Y/N) pressed herself against him, her breath puffing against his cheek, and his hands moved around her waist on instinct. “I can’t hear over the music so I need you to repeat what they’re saying.”

         “Uh, yeah, s-sure,” Peter stammered, forcing himself to relax against her, faintly swaying his hips in sync with hers. (Y/N) spun around, dropping her head onto his shoulder and Peter clenched his jaw, doing his best to ignore the way she moved against him. 

         “Anytime now,” she teased, resting her hands over his where they rested on her stomach. Peter bent his head down so his lips almost brushed the shell of her ear and closed his eyes. He stumbled over some of the words, his ears perking up at ‘asasin’ (assassin) and ‘vaduva’ (widow). Slowly Peter started to unwind more, moving more fluidly with the music as long as he didn’t think too hard about the person pressed against him. He tried to mirror (Y/N)’s movements to avoid any unwarranted friction between them but it became increasingly more difficult the longer their ruse went on. The soft hums of interest she made when he said something important were slowly driving him mad but he couldn’t find it in himself to put any distance between them.

         “I thought we were working.” Peter’s eyes shot open and (Y/N) went still in his arms at the sound of Kate’s voice; they lifted their heads to find the brunette standing in front of them with a hand on her hip and a smug grin. 

         “We are,” (Y/N) replied smoothly, stepping out of Peter’s arms. “I know where the Widow we’re looking for will be in a few days.” 

         “Thank God,” Kate groaned, throwing her head back. “I’m starving and if one more douchebag grabs my ass I’m gonna choke slam someone.” 

         “Come on, let’s get out of here,” (Y/N) laughed, pushing Kate away. She looked over her shoulder where Peter was still standing, looking a little stunned, and raised a brow at him, jerking her head to urge him on. He seemed to snap out of his trance, quickly clearing his throat and shifting his weight a little awkwardly. (Y/N) forced herself to look at his face, not sure if she could handle finding any lingering effects from their dance. 

         “Ready when you are,” Peter huffed, clearing his throat again. 

Peter followed Kate and (Y/N) into the hotel room, nodding at Yelena as he untucked his white button-down. The girls kicked their shoes off, Kate already searching for somewhere to get dinner while (Y/N) flopped onto the creaky king-sized bed. Peter swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, tugging the edge of his white t-shirt free before dropping onto the pullout couch with a sigh. 

         “So, everyone have fun?” Yelena teased, leaning back in her chair.

         “A blast,” (Y/N) shot back sarcastically, rolling her head to the side to glare at Yelena. “At least I found out where our suspected Widow should be.”

         “Wonderful,” Yelena hummed, spinning the computer chair back over to the desk near the window. “Now, we need a plan of attack.” Peter, Kate, and (Y/N) all groaned simultaneously, each grumbling under their breath as Yelena smiled, kicking her feet up onto the desk. Kate quickly ordered dinner for them, insisting the planning process wait until they had something in their stomachs. 

Once their food arrived, the three club-goers started to shed their more formal clothes as they debated over a plan in between bites of their dinner. The conversation’s volume ebbed and flowed when someone loudly disagreed with an idea but mostly, they managed to work together. By the time they were content with their strategy, Peter was upside down on the couch, his hair brushing the floor as he braced his feet against the wall behind the couch, his hands clasped over his stomach. Yelena had stayed in her swiveling chair while Kate and (Y/N) held each other upright against the headboard, their eyelids heavy. 

         “I think that’s all I can handle tonight,” Peter sighed, forcing his eyes shut. 

         “Yeah, come on, we still have another two days to finalize it,” (Y/N) whined from the bed, shrugging her shoulder to wake Kate. 

         “Yeah,” Yelena yawned, stretching over the back of her chair. “Bedtime.” Peter hummed happily under his breath, pushing his feet off the wall, barely stopping himself from stumbling when he landed the flip. The three women huffed and grumbled across the room as they shuffled around the bed, hissing sharp commands about personal space and sleeping positions, making Peter smile to himself. Once the quiet arguing died down and Peter had the pullout mattress set up, the room settled into a comfortable silence. 

         “Night, Peter,” the three women called out of sync. 

         “Night,” Peter laughed, burrowing deeper into the thin mattress. The silence only lasted a few seconds before the low rumble of Yelena’s voice filled the room, quickly followed by (Y/N)’s, snapping back at her. Kate soon joined in, attempting to stop the hushed argument and Peter made the mistake of laughing, unintentionally adding himself into the mix. The four went back and forth with an amused air to the muffled conversation and Peter smiled, relishing in the familiarity of kinship filling the room. His family. 

Peter curled up in the corner of the couch, hugging his coffee to his chest, blinking heavily at the floor. The sun was just breaching the horizon and he was the last one to grace the waking world. Kate was sitting cross-legged on the bed, typing away on her laptop while Yelena and (Y/N)’s voices floated from behind the ajar bathroom door. Peter’s consciousness came and went like the tide, his eyes unfocusing for a beat before he caught himself, forcing down more espresso. He jolted a bit when Yelena’s voice was closer and he looked up, his heavy eyes following her path across the room.

         “Up and at ‘em, spider-boy,” Yelena shouted, smacking his bent leg as she passed. 

         “I’m up,” Peter rumbled, glaring down at the lid of his coffee cup.

         “He’s not a morning person,” (Y/N) chuckled, shooting him a smile before continuing to dig through her bag. Peter grunted under his breath, burrowing farther into the couch, earning a round of laughter from the women around him. “This is why we got you up this early. We need you firing on all cylinders.”

         “Yeah, yeah,” Peter grumbled, taking a few gulps of his rapidly cooling coffee, and pushing a few stray curls off his forehead. (Y/N) shook her head with a smile, pausing as she passed the couch on her way to the bathroom again and ruffled Peter’s hair, making him whine as he tried to fend her off. She laughed harder but relented, slipping into the bathroom again, ignoring Peter’s narrow-eyed look. He shifted to resume staring at the floor when he caught Kate and Yelena sharing a slightly exasperated, yet smug look and he raised a brow with a grunt.

         “Nothing,” Kate sighed, waving him off. “Just worry about waking up.” Peter huffed under his breath, his face contorting into a sleepy scowl as his brain slowly came back online.

Peter was the last one to get ready, waiting until Kate, Yelena, and (Y/N) were dressed before he forced himself into the shower. The three women disappeared into the hotel while he changed and Peter was secretly grateful that they weren’t standing around looking over his shoulder. He laid out the new suit and just stared at it for a few minutes, taking in the jarring appearance compared to his normal get-up. 

The woven material that made up most of the suit was a rich charcoal color, accented with lighter shades of gray over the lower half and across the shoulders and arms. The center of the chest and the mask almost looked like a hundred different shades of black intricately woven together. The angular shape across the chest resembled a spider colored with a deep scarlet that matched the eyes staring back at him. Peter almost didn’t notice the wisp-like shapes around the eyes until he held the mask closer.

With a shaky inhale, Peter stripped to his underwear and worked to get the suit on before he changed his mind. It fit like his normal suit and he could faintly feel the wires and circuits lining the inside, pressing against his skin. He noted the different materials that made up the suit; thicker, heavier material over his torso, shoulders, and legs but more breathable fabric in less vital areas. Peter lifted his legs a few times, spreading his arms out to check mobility, and was pleasantly surprised that despite more protection, he wasn’t limited. He blindly searched through the bag again, grabbing the first thing his fingers brushed against, and pulled it out, squinting at the curved coverings. Peter turned the two pieces over, gently knocking them together, raising a brow at the soft ringing that followed. 

The gauntlets hugged his forearms, ending just below his elbows. He turned his arm, running a finger over the armored plates on the underside, his finger dipping into the crevice designed to hold his web-shooters, a small smile lifting his face. Peter’s left gauntlet was fit with a screen containing a small grid and lines of information. He turned his arm again, tilting his head as he studied the outside of the gauntlet; he recognized the black tube-like attachments along the back of his wrist. Widow bites, huh. Peter smiled again, shaking his head at the weapon as he reached for the bag one more time, pulling out the gloves at the bottom. 

Small armored plates covered each finger and the back of his hand, the edge of the glove slipping under the gauntlet, hiding the seam. He flexed his fingers, content that the armor wouldn’t be a problem, and pulled his duffle back closer. His web-shooters slid perfectly into the pre-cut indentations and he nodded to himself, hesitantly reaching for the last piece. Peter ran his covered thumb over the lip of the eye, following the natural curve of it, staring into the dark red lens. Before he started second-guessing himself, Peter pulled the mask on, blinking a few times to adjust to the new lenses. 

The layout was simple and out of curiosity, Peter tapped the display on his left arm, gasping when the map popped up, showing his GPS signature along with three others. The door to the room swung open before he could register the other three signatures and he snapped his head up to find Kate, Yelena, and (Y/N) walking into the room. All three stopped just inside the room, three sets of eyes studying him like a new species and Peter shifted uncomfortably, lowering his arm, making the display disappear. 

         “Lookin’ good, spider-boy,” Yelena commented with a smirk.

         “How is it?” Kate asked, taking a few steps closer, her eyes flickering around his masked face.

         “Awesome,” Peter laughed, looking down at his hands again, turning them to continue inspecting the unfamiliar design. Now that the initial fear was gone, Peter started to feel the giddiness rolling in his stomach and he was anxious to try out the new features. He glanced up again, his eyes finding (Y/N) still standing just inside the door, and he narrowed his eyes, immediately getting distracted when the lenses zoomed in on her face. He let out an airy laugh, reaching up to touch the eye coverings, his smile growing by the second.

         “You - you look great, Pete,” (Y/N) finally voiced, drawing his attention.

         “Thanks,” he beamed, dropping his arm to his side again. Peter looked over his shoulder to find Yelena already watching him. “Thank you for getting this, Yelena.”

         “Don’t mention it,” she snorted, waving him off and flopping onto the bed. (Y/N) finally moved from her spot by the door, her eyes darting around Peter’s figure, trying to keep her eyes from lingering too long. 

         “Who’s idea was it to add the Widow bites?” he teased, glancing at the women scattered around the room.

         “I thought they’d come in handy,” (Y/N) confessed sheepishly, fighting back a smile as she approached Peter. 

         “Oh, definitely,” he chuckled, looking down at the weapon in question. He looked up through his lashes when he felt eyes on him, finding (Y/N) still staring at him. Peter recognized the admiration shining back at him but there was something else; sadness, barely a flicker but there nonetheless. His brows pulled together, creasing his forehead, and he opened his mouth to ask her but Yelena cut him off.

         “Alright, let’s get moving,” she huffed, clicking her handgun into her thigh holster.

         “Hold on, hold on,” Peter rushed out, whirling around to search through his duffle bag. “I can’t just walk around like this.”

         “It’s not like we’re going through the front door. Come on,” Yelena huffed, grabbing his arm as she walked by and dragging him along. Peter sputtered as he stumbled after her, looking to Kate and (Y/N) for help but they only laughed, hurrying to follow.

Chapter 9 | Masterlist

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With a Little Help From the Team - NCIS Reader Insert

Pairing: Tim McGee x fem!reader, Gibbs x daughter!reader (brief/vague)

Word count: 2717

Warnings: this was a pretty fluffy piece! (not gonna lie), mild language, reader is Gibbs’ daughter

Request: @ncisfan​ “Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”

A/N: I know I’ve told you this @ncisfan​ , but I absolutely love this idea! And a McGee x reader? Yes please! I did put this in both McGee’s and the reader’s point of view and changed it up a bit. (Yeah, I got super involved in this one and it got longer than I thought…and took far longer than I thought) I hope you enjoy it darling!!

Tim stands in the bullpen, nervously trying to find the right words to tell the team about you, the team of which just so happened to include the one man capable of making him feel like a young schoolboy still wet behind the ears, especially since that one man had a lot to do with what Tim was about to say.

Tim takes a deep breath to gather his last bit of courage and confidence, which promptly fades away the moment he starts talking.

“I uh…well you know that I’ve been seeing, no dating…dating Y/N.” Tim stutters out as his nerves get the better of him, completely fumbling the carefully planned out speech he had come up with prior to meeting with Gibbs.

Gibbs narrows his steely blue eyes as he wordlessly nods his head, telling Tim to continue.

“Things have been going well, really well actually. And I’ve been wanting to, or meaning to…not that I was putting it off, because I wasn’t. That’s the last thing-”

Gibbs cut him off with a “Spit it out McGee.”

“What I’m asking is for your permission, no..that’s not - I want to propose to her.” He was speaking so fast, his words were nearly running together, his sentences jamming together into one that didn’t make much sense.

Gibbs doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he continues to stare at Tim, looking for any trace of deception in his face. “Why?” He asks gruffly, startling Tim.

“Wh-why?” Tim squeaks out, an uneasy feeling weighing on his chest as he tries to find the right words to answer a question he hadn’t prepared for.

“Yes, McGee. Why? Why do you want to marry my daughter?” Gibbs pauses, still evaluating Tim and his reaction. “Why should I want you to marry my daughter?”

Tim takes a deep breath, a sudden burst of confidence washing over him as he realizes that the answer to such a question was right in front of him. “Because I love her… honestly, I have for a long time, even before we started dating. And, more than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend every day that I have left in this life showing her I love her and cherishing her the way she deserves. I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”

Gibbs surprises him then, with a small smile and a hearty clasp to his shoulder. “Alright then, probie. Now all you have to do is tell her that and of course, ask her to marry you.”

Had it been any other girl, McGee might not be struggling as much to find the words. But you weren’t just any girl. You were not only Gibbs' daughter, something that caused him far more fear than he’d ever admit (he was dating the boss’ daughter after all), but you were also close with the other members of the team, which made this whole ordeal all the more nerve wracking.

You had come to know the members of the team through your job as a technical analyst for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, meaning you spent most of your time hunting down case leads in a cubicle. Then, as you grew better at your job, and closer to Abby (who had had something to do with getting you on Gibbs team, although she’d never admit to it), you had been moved from that cubicle to a desk in Gibbs’ bullpen, unceremoniously joining the team, although not full-time as you still worked with the cyber/tech unit, your father thought so highly of (something he would never admit out loud, even to you).

You eventually became just as close to Abby as your father was, something Abby always attributed to ‘a Gibbs thing’, - “It must be a Gibbs thing because Y/N is just as great as Jethro and we just click.” Many times, if you weren’t working on a case, you could be found hanging out in the lab with Abby.

You and Tony were best friends, spending hours talking about movies and pranking each other. And, despite your “geeky background” of tech analysis, Tony never once teased you (a courtesy Tony had never given him). In fact, he had become something of a big brother to you, filling a role in your life you hadn’t ever thought you’d needed filled.

And then Ziva had joined the team, filling in little by little that hole that had been left after Kate’s death. Even with the high tension existing between Abby and Ziva, you and Ziva had hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. Eventually, despite the perceived oddness of your friendship, you, Abby, and Ziva became an inseparable trio, even occasionally ganging up together against Tony or Gibbs.

Suffice to say, you were important to the team, just as they were to you. And now Tim was faced with telling these people that he not only had been dating you (a relationship the two of you had decided to keep relatively quiet because of your line of work and the fact that you were often times coworkers), but that he was going to ask you to marry him, a proposal of which he was seeking the team’s help with.

“So, uh...I-well, I’ve been seeing, er...dating-” Tim starts, his mind scrambling as he tries to form a coherent sentence.

“McGee, the chickadee is out of the bag. We all know you’re dating Y/N.” Ziva says matter of factly,

“Cat, Ziva, the cat is out of -” Tony starts reflexively, before pausing and turning to Tim and then to Gibbs, his mouth hanging open. “Wait-what? You’re the one Y/N has been dating?” He asks incredulously.

Gibbs takes a step forward, slapping Tony on the back of the head. “Close your mouth DiNozzo.” Tony’s jaw snaps shut at the command.

“Keep talking McGee.” Gibbs says gruffly, his piercing blue eyes settling on Tim.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Tim blurts out.

“We kind of knew that McGee.” Abby states, her lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. “I mean, you haven’t exactly been stealthy about ring shopping. Or buying the ring. Or getting it inscribed.” Abby lists off, earring a few incredulous looks from the other members of the team. “Y/N’s my best friend, okay? I had to make sure the ring was a good one.”

Tony turns to McGee. “McRomeo getting married? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Tony steps forward to give Tim a good-natured shoulder shove. “You like it so you’re putting a ring on it, huh?” He asks with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. Ziva is the one who moves to slap him in the back of the head this time.

“Ow, Ziva. What the hell was that for?” Tony asks, a hand already rubbing the spot Ziva had just smacked on the back of his head.

“When will you ever shut up and let McGee finish?” She questions, giving Tony a pointed glare. He opens his mouth to respond, but a hard look from Gibbs keeps him quiet.

Tim timidly clears his throat before continuing. “I’d like to do it here. And, um...I’d like to do it here, with all of you.” Smiles spread through the group at Tim’s words, several ideas already being blurred out by the more enthusiastic members of the team (it was Abby. Abby was already excitedly sharing ideas with the person sitting next to her, which just so happened to be Gibbs.)

——— You squeeze Tim’s hand before letting go, reaching for the handle to your car door. “See you at work.” You say with a soft smile before turning back towards your car.

“Let’s, um, let’s ride together today, to work I mean.” Tim stammers nervously, a hand on top of your driver’s side door, stopping you from leaving.

“Are you sure? I thought we were trying to keep this, us, quiet.” You ask, stepping away from your car and closer to him. He cups the side of your face with his hand, leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.

“Just once, okay?” He asks quietly, a sheepish smile on his face.

You let out a small laugh. “Just this one time, alright Agent McGee?” You say with a smile, letting him take your hand and lead you towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before getting in the driver’s side. The entire ride into work is marked with Tim either giving you a huge dopey grin or a quick nervous glance, which only serves to make you suspicious, as if the insisting to ride together didn’t already.

Tim pulls into his usual parking spot, shutting off the car before turning to you. “How about we walk in together?” He asks hesitantly, a shy smile accompanying his question.

You quirk an eyebrow up at his question before responding, “Tim, it might make it pretty obvious what’s going on between us if we do that.” “Let’s do it anyway, Y/N.” He reaches over to squeeze your hand before climbing out of the driver’s side of the car and making his way to your side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, offering you a hand to help you out, which you graciously accept. He continues to hold your hand after you are out of the car and as the two of you walk into the building, only letting go as the two of you go through security.

The two of you are the only ones on the elevator and for the entirety of the short ride, you can almost feel Tim vibrating beside you with some sort of nervous energy. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before murmuring, “You okay?” He gives you a tight nod in response just as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival on your floor of the building.

You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Have a good day Tim, I love you.” You say, moving towards the open doors of the elevator. Tim reaches a hand out, grasping yours and stopping your exit out of the elevator.

“I, uh, I’ve got to give you something. It’s in my desk drawer, in the...bullpen.” He stammers out, quickly retracting his hand to wipe it against his suit jacket.

“Oh, can I get it at lunch?” You ask, turning back towards the front of the elevator and pressing the button to reopen the doors.

“No.” He shouts, startling you enough that you take a step back away from the sliding doors. “I mean, come with me?”

“What is up with you today Tim?” You demand, his unexplained, unnatural behavior causing your suspicions to rise, a million questions running through your head.

“Just...please.” His voice is thick with emotion, his words coming out barely above a whisper.

You silently nod your head, stepping back into the elevator and allowing the doors to close as you press the button for the floor that the NCIS team resided on. You spare a look over at Tim, whose is rubbing his hands up and down his slacks, his face turned towards the ceiling of the elevator and his lips moving in silent words.

“Tim, what is going on? You’ve been acting weird all morning and I just-” The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the floor of the bullpen and effectively cutting you off.

Tim puts a hand over the doors, stopping them from closing as he looks at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes pleading with you to understand and to trust him. You give a small nod, taking his outstretched hand in your own and following him to the bullpen.

Right away, you notice the lights over the area of the office you’d come to know as your father’s, as Gibbs’, were off. A flash of fear settles in your chest as you begin to picture all the possible scenarios as to why your father’s part of the office was empty and dark, none of them positive. You start to walk faster, almost pushing past Tim, to get to the bullpen. You suddenly stop short when your eyes fall on Tony’s desk.

Instead of finding your best friend seated at his desk or even finding his desk empty, you see that Tony’s desktop is covered with picture frames. Your curiosity wins out over the rising fear in your chest and you step closer to the desk to inspect the framed photos.

“Oh,” A breath of surprise leaves you as you realize that they were photos of you and of Tim, taken at different times in your relationship. A series of pictures of the two of you from your second date, taken in one of the photo kiosks that you find at the mall. The two of you making goofy faces at each other in the bullpen. You and Tim bent over a computer, faces serious as you both stare at the screen. You turn to Tim’s desk next, finding it filled with vases of flowers in your favorite color.

You move towards them, leaning down to inhale their fragrant scent, your gaze landing on your father’s desk and the photos scattered across the desktop, similar to Tony’s desk, except these were pictures you’d taken of the two of you. One of the pictures from your first trip together, from the date when Tim had told you he loved you, and the first case the two of you had worked on together and a series of selfies you’d taken with Tim at various times; all laid out like a timeline of your relationship.

After a few long moments, you lift your gaze towards Ziva’s desk, curiosity seizing you as you find her desk almost empty. You quickly make your way to the front of the desk, your eyes landing on the single piece of white paper, with only one small paragraph scrawled out in the middle of the page.

Y/N,

I love you and I have something I have wanted to tell you, or rather ask you, for a long time now. I know you’re probably wondering what that question is, so if you’d turn around, I’d like to ask you it.

You slowly turn around, the paper clutched to your chest and your heart racing in your chest as your eyes find Tim’s. He gives you a small, honest smile as he takes a step forward, his hands clasping around yours before he kneels down on one knee in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what is happening.

“I’ve loved you for years. First, as a friend, and then as a boyfriend, and now...now I want to love you as your fiance, and eventually as your husband. Would you, Y/N Gibbs, do me the honor of being my wife?” In his hands is a modest red velvet ring box, a platinum band adorned with three small diamonds nestled on the inside of the open box.

A lump forms in your throat and as you try to speak, to say yes, nothing comes out. Instead, you nod your head vigorously and close the distance between the two of you. Tim stands fully just as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in against you. You vaguely register noise in the background, noise you later learn is from the various members of ‘your’ NCIS team, as you feel him kiss your cheek.  

“I love you.” You whisper softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring in the feeling of his lips against yours.

“And I love you.” He gives you a deep kiss in return, leaning in to cup a hand along the back of your neck. After a moment, you pull back enough to smile widely at him, the realization that this man would become your husband, the man that you got to spend the rest of your life with, starts to dawn on you, filling you with elation and excitement, not only for your wedding but for the future you’d had with the man you loved.

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[safertokiss]

Hate the Game, Love the Player

A/N: Let the fun times ensue! I really liked this prompt and a story kinda just wrote itself in my chaotic brain so here we are. I relate to this prompt greatly, I will admit, so it was extremely easy to channel. Anyways, thanks for reading and life’s a party.

Prompt: "spence i fucking hate chess. i just like spending time with you." (Anonymous)

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: Fluff and SMUT

Word Count: 4k

ENJOY:)

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MASTERLIST

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Spencer Reid. Spencer Fucking Reid. What a man.

You had been pretty much in love with the resident genius since the second you stepped foot into the BAU for your first day over a year ago. You could remember your first meeting plain as day, the way he stuttered out an introduction while a bright blush covered his entire figure, the way he fiddled with his hands to stay grounded in the moment. You had found the whole interaction very adorable and had decided in that moment that your heart belonged to him.

You guys had hit it off almost immediately, surprising absolutely no one on the team, and a beautiful friendship quickly bloomed between the two of you. While you certainly loved being his best friend and colleague, you were stuck.

 As more and more time passed with Spencer at your side, you couldn't stop the feelings you harbored for him from dramatically increasing. You had always read those stupid, sappy romance books that, more often than not, revolved around a close friendship being troubled by one half of the duo catching feelings for the other. Even worse were the stories where they didn’t end up together. You hoped that that wasn’t going to be the case for you and the doctor.

Of course the feelings weren’t just one-sided. It was blatantly obvious to pretty much everyone on the team, yourself included, that he felt the same exact way about you, and while the knowledge of his affection was encouraging, it didn’t amount to much because you knew he wasn’t the type to admit his feelings outright, especially to a female. Since there was no way in hell he was going to make the first move, you had been trying your hardest to make your advances as obvious and clear as humanly possible, hoping that at least one of them would finally lead to more. You had reached a point where you were so desperate you were willing to do the unspeakable for him. It was time to do the completely unimaginable.

“Hey Spence!” You watched his body jump slightly before swirling around in his chair to make eye contact with you, giving you a perfect view of his figure. He looked especially good today for some reason and you suspected that had something to do with your sudden willingness to go through with the one thing you had hoped you would never have to do. “Yeah?”

Oh boy here we go, now or never. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to maybe teach me how to play chess sometime? I’ve been meaning to learn how for quite a while now.” You certainly didn’t miss the way his face lit up with excitement at your question, quickly confirming that you had had the right idea and made the right decision asking.

“R-really? You’d actually want to do that? Oh wow, I’d love to teach you sometime! Maybe uh, if you want of course, you could come over tonight after work and we could start then. I’ll even um-I’ll even try not to win so you could have some fun! Oh um-uh not that you wouldn’t be able to win on your own, it’s just that-” 

“Spence, slow down”, you said with a chuckle, unable to contain the smile that covered your lips. “Tonight sounds great. I’ll meet you at your place after we get out of here, ok?” The stupid childlike grin that spread across his face was intoxicating and made you somehow fall even deeper in love with him. It was honestly baffling that someone as seemingly perfect as him could actually exist. God, how you hoped the two of you would at last grow some balls tonight and do something, finally putting that built-up tension to rest. Well, hopefully not to rest. You certainly wouldn’t mind it sticking around forever, as long as he was by your side to ease the borderline torture whenever it reared it’s ugly head.

“Ok uh-yeah that sounds awesome! S-see you tonight then. Oh and don’t forget to bring earplugs for when you inevitably get tired of hearing me explain the complexities of the game for the thousandth time”, he shyly added at the end. You didn’t even attempt to stop the lighthearted snort that escaped at his words. Like you could ever possibly grow tired of listening to him? That’s a big, fat negative. Giving you one last wide grin, he spun back around and began working on his files again, leaving you vulnerable to the not exactly innocent thoughts swirling around in your head.

You were going over his house tonight, the two of you would be all alone. Sure, you had been over there plenty of times before for various reasons, but this felt significantly different for some reason. Maybe that was down to the fact that you fully intended on making some kind of move tonight, in turn, hopefully, making your intentions completely clear to him. You had no definite way of knowing how far things would end up going later, but you certainly had a preference of where you wanted things to end up. Too many days had been spent pining over the young doctor, and at this point it was the only thing you could think of that would satisfy your desires.

Would he even want to though? As close as the two of you were, the topic of sex or anything even remotely sexual never seemed to breech into your conversations, as much as that disappointed you. It wasn’t exactly that you were worried about him not being into that kind of stuff, it was more of a deep rooted insecurity that often made you question whether or not he would ever want to do something of the sort with you. You quickly pushed the thought out of your head, deciding that the only way you were ever going to know for sure was if you worked up the courage to make some sort of significant advance in his direction tonight. 

Eventually ignoring your raging inner thoughts and returning to the task at hand, you couldn’t help but check the clock every few minutes, anxiously counting the minutes until you were able to leave this place and get to his. 

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You had all but sprinted out of the office earlier once your shift had come to an end, rushing to get to your car so you could leave. 

The excitement that had been pumping through your veins was intoxicating and made you question all the seemingly silly nerves you had felt building up throughout the day. What was there to be nervous about? It was just chess. However, as you pulled into his apartment complex’s lot, you realized that it was so much more than just chess and the nerves came rushing back through you like a fucking tsunami.

You didn’t even want to discuss the way you felt right now, perched directly outside of his apartment, dazedly staring at the wooden door. Was it too late to just turn around, go home and forget that this whole damn thing ever even happened. A lucid fever dream, that’s what this could be if you just left. 

No. You wanted and needed this. Here’s hoping Spencer did too.

You cautiously raised your fist before gently knocking on the rough surface a couple of times. You were able to hear some slight movement from inside and just as you were taking a deep breath to try and calm yourself down a bit more, the door swung open, an equally nervous and excited looking Spencer now standing opposite you. God he was so pretty.

“Hi”, he quietly spoke, his eyes absentmindedly sweeping across your frame. You were easily able to detect the anticipation that radiated off of him in waves, the same feeling emanating from deep within you as well. “Hey Spence”, you breathily whispered, a shy smile gracing your lips.

After a brief moment of just silently staring at each other, Spencer snapped out of his apparent stupor and awkwardly angled his body to the side so you could come inside, gently shutting the door behind you. Immediately after entering his apartment your eyes drifted to the kitchen, noticing that he had somehow managed to cook dinner for the two of you in the very short time since you guys had gotten out of work, him leaving the office slightly earlier than you did. The kind gesture made you feel warm inside, the situation as a whole feeling amazingly domestic. 

“Oh my god. Spence, you really didn’t have to do all this. It smells amazing!” You watched the young doctor ripen into a tomato at your words, feeling your desire for him deepen even further. He blindly followed you as you made your way towards the kitchen to investigate his hard work, passing by the fancy, little chess board you had always ignored before on the way. “It’s no problem at all Y/n, can’t have you learning on an empty stomach right?”, he teased as you let out a light giggle at his thought process. “I suppose you are the doctor here”, you answered with a joking tone. “Shall we then?” Suddenly feeling much more comfortable in each other’s presence, the two of you quickly ate, Spencer’s cooking completely blowing your mind.

“Ok as amazing as that was Spence, I believe it’s chess learning time!” You succeeded in portraying genuine excitement at your statement, simply opting to instead think about all the possibilities of what could happen, rather than the game itself. The evident excitement that exuded from his slim figure was more than enough encouragement for you to get the ball rolling and waltz over to the mahogany table, promptly assuming your position across from him. “All you Reid, I’m completely at your mercy.” You saw him swallow hard at your choice of words and found yourself slyly smirking at his reaction. Quickly clearing his throat, he jumped right into things.

“O-ok so basically to start off there’s um-six classes or ranks for the pieces. You have the pawns, the rooks, the knights, bishops, kings and queens and uh-each different rank has their own move set or “abilities”, if you will. Before every game there’s a specific order that they…”

You tried. You really, really tried to focus on what he was saying, but there was no stopping your mind from wandering to more pressing matters. For example: how unbelievably hot he looked rambling excitedly about one of the most boring things on the planet. He made you actually look forward to playing. In all honesty, you already knew how to play the dreadful game, thanks to years and years of mandatory family bonding time with your dad when you were younger. Spencer didn’t need to know that though. 

Eventually his instructional spiel had come to an end, the two of you now having moved on to a couple practice rounds to get the hang of things. You hated fibbing to him about your previous experience with the game, but it was well worth it to see the way his face lit up with every word that fell from his lips. After engaging in several “practice” games, Spencer had deemed you suitable for the real deal, offering to still help you along the way if you needed it, for which you thanked him.

The first few trial games that you guys played through went by pretty smoothly and while you were nowhere near beating him, you were able to hold your own weight fairly well. Sure, you had had previous experience from your childhood, but it had been so long you found your skills were kind of rusty and they presented themselves as such. The longer you both played the more you remembered, reaching the point where you were actually rivalling him and giving him some sort of competition. You could see how impressed he was with you, but there also seemed to be some layer of pride boiling underneath the surface. While you loved his reactions to your “newly” acquired skills, things were going much too slow for your liking and you knew exactly what to do.

“How about we up the stakes a little bit, hmmm?” He looked up at your words, a curious look crossing over his features.

“What did you have in mind?” You watched him visibly gulp at the suggestive smirk that slowly adorned your face. Momentarily ignoring his question, you began to reset the board, the clinking of game pieces being the only sound filling the apartment, that and Spencer’s bated breath as he waited for a response. 

“Ok, I’m sure you’ve heard of strip poker before?” You watched him hesitantly nod his head in agreement before continuing. “Well how about we play some strip chess, make things a bit more exciting, yeah?” The speed at which a blush overtook his features would’ve been alarming to anyone else on the planet, except for you of course, who found it utterly adorable.

“I uhh-I y-yeah, sure. Sure! We can do that. It sounds kind of...fun? What um-how would that work exactly?” You gave him a bright smile at the evident eagerness laced within his words before explaining your thought process on specific rules for the game. 

“Well I’m thinking that we don’t have enough layers on to remove something everytime we capture an opponent’s piece...soooo..maybe every two pieces captured by the other person you have to take something off? Yeah that sounds like it should work. Good?” You watched him seem to mull over things quickly in his head before nodding with slightly more confidence than he had exuded before. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Around twenty minutes later, the two of you were stripped down to the bare minimum, you in just your panties and bra, him in his boxers, both of you finally seeming to understand the weight of the current situation you were in. You certainly hadn’t expected to give Spencer this big of a run for his money, but you were glad you were able to best him at least a few times. However, depending on the next few moves, you guys were so close to crossing a line that neither of you could possibly come back from. 

Unfortunately, while you were too busy worrying about what was about to happen, Spencer had cornered one of your pieces and captured it, making it his second piece of yours captured since the last article of your clothing had come off. His head jerked up towards you as he realized what his small victory meant. Shit. Were you really about to expose yourself to him, willingly at that?

Yes. Yes you were.

Spencer watched with wide eyes and labored breathing as you slowly reached behind your back to undo the clasps on your bra, the material falling forward slightly, until you removed the straps making the lacy garment come off completely, sending a shy smile in his direction. You swear you saw his eyes darken as they widened even further at your bold movement, his Adam's apple bobbing at the sight of your bare chest right there in front of him. Unable to think about it too long and suddenly emboldened by his reactions, you quickly made your next move while he was basically hypnotized by your tits. Maybe this could work to your advantage after all. 

Realizing that the boy genius wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon, seemingly too invested in his personal peepshow, you snapped your fingers in front of his face to grab his attention. His eyes immediately snapped up to meet yours, embarrassment coating his face as he cleared his throat. “Oh I-um-sorry. I was a bit d-distracted”, he nervously chuckled, aware he had been caught ogling your body like a horny teenager, not that you minded in the slightest.

You could easily tell how frazzled the young doctor still was as he took his turn, making a move that there was no way in hell Spencer would have ever made with a clear mind. An excited smirk graced your face as you registered what he had just done. And based on the way his eyebrows furrowed, it seemed as though he had too. No fucking way. 

“I uhh-uhh...shit. I-I um…”

Making sure to maintain steady eye contact with him, you slowly leaned over the table, your breasts pushing together perfectly to compliment the show you were putting on, and confidently made your final move.

“Checkmate.”

As the two of you sat there just staring at each other, you noticed his breathing becoming more and more labored, his eyes completely black with desire, yours probably looking the same.

Fuck it, let’s go.

The speed at which you shoved the board clean off the table and climbed across it into his lap was astounding, immediately smashing your lips together as you successfully straddled him. He moaned into your mouth at your eagerness and it only egged you on further, roughly tugging on his hair as your lips moved in synchronicity. Reluctantly prying your lips away from his, you stared directly into his black orbs, your chest heaving.

“I want you.” You watched his pupils dilate at your words, a low groan leaving his lips.

“I want you”, he reciprocated with sincerity in his tone. Moaning at his agreement and admission you desperately reunited your mouths as he swifty lifted you onto the mahogany table, stepping in between your welcoming legs so your bodies were as close as possible. 

You both needed this. Badly. It was inevitable that at some point the two of you would finally snap, mutually ravaging each other in the most animalistic of ways. It was like a switch flipped inside the two of you, totally disregarding the way you normally acted on a day to day basis. Honestly you had no idea Spencer had it in him, this feral, primal side of him. But you fucking loved it.

As soon as he stepped between your legs and reconnected your lips, his large hands pawed at your chest, squeezing the pillowy flesh like it was his favorite hobby. The moans pouring from your lips only fueled him further, his grip becoming noticeably stronger. Letting his hands roam wherever they pleased on your body, you raked your own up and down his chest, bright red streaks left behind in their wake, making him groan uncontrollably. 

“God Y/n, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Since the moment you walked in I haven’t been able to control myself around you. You drive me fucking insane.” His words only increased the veracity behind your moans as you reached down to palm him through his boxers, which weren’t doing much to hide his rather large excitement. He threw his head back with a groan, his mussed hair protruding in every direction possible. “Spencer pleaseee!”, you begged, desperate for him to touch you and give you more. You needed more.

Seemingly getting the hint, he immediately ripped your panties off before roughly thrusting his fingers into you, exploring your heat eagerly, moaning at the overwhelming warmth and wetness surrounding them. You cried out at the intrusion, instantly latching onto him, your nails digging into his back as your body arched into him. Your reactions drove him insane, his digits consistently pumping in and out of you, making your whole body tremble as you felt your release speedily approaching. 

“That’s it baby, let go.” As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt yourself completely tense up before releasing all of the tension in a blissful moment, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips. “Spencer!” He watched with hooded eyes as he pushed you over the edge, evident pride rushing through his veins. The fire inside of you came rushing back, reigniting every inch of your body, craving for more.

You tugged on the hem of his boxers, trying to convey your desires, watching him get the hint fairly quickly and hastily remove them before stepping back between your legs. Surging forward you latched your lips onto his and wrapped your legs around his waist, effectively tethering himself to you and urging him to continue. You could feel him hot and heavy against the inside of your thigh, but it simply wasn’t enough, him seemingly thinking the same thing, soon feeling him position himself against your throbbing core.

Both panting with anticipation and desire, he looked up into your eyes, searching for any kind of sign that this was for sure what you wanted. You frantically nodded your head, a desperate gleam in your eyes. “Please Spence! I need you!”

Seemingly satisfied with your response, the young doctor let out a feral growl before thrusting his entire length into you on the first stroke. You both whined out at the feeling, latching on to each other like your lives depended on it. “Holy shit, Y/n. You feel so fucking good.” His words triggered an unnecessarily loud moan to escape your throat, feeling yourself unwillingly tighten around his cock. The pace he set was brutal as he pounded you into the table over and over again. 

That stupid chess table. You could confidently say that this was worlds better than any of the many games you had both played earlier in the night. If things worked out your way the two of you would be doing this a lot more often instead of playing chess.

Even though the two of you had only been going at it for a fairly short time, you could already feel your climax speedily approaching and, based on the way he kept scrunching up his face, you’d guess he wasn’t very far behind. 

“Spencer please! I’m so close, baby please!”

The guttural groan that escaped him was sinful and ignited your insides with a fire that you didn’t even know existed within you. As he roughly thrusted into you, your body slamming against the hard surface below you, you felt yourself quickly tumble over the edge, your vision going spotty at the intensity of your orgasm. The way you screamed out his name and clenched around his cock was too much for Spencer to handle, him following you closely behind and filling you up completely with his seed. 

The two of you held onto each other desperately as you waited for your bated breaths to return to normal, a light sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies. Giving you a soft smile, drastically different from the man who had been inside you moments ago, he carefully removed himself from you before walking to the kitchen to get some towels. After cleaning the two of you up, he gently picked you up and carried you to his bedroom, both of you settling immediately under the sheets, clinging to each other.

As Spencer softly played with your hair in the comfortable silence, you could feel the two of you giving into the slumber that was calling out to you. However before you gave in, you needed him to know how you truly felt.

“Hey Spence?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I fucking hate chess. I just like spending time with you.” He chuckled softly before responding.

“I like spending time with you too.”

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[mystic-shadows42]

EZ Imagine: Together

A/N: My first Mayans writing. So excited!

“What were you even doing there?”

Your father questioned. Everybody in the room was quiet and eager to know why you were with EZ when members of the Vatos Malditos rolled up on you and EZ while riding on his bike.

“I-I wanted to go for a ride,” you stuttered not able to look your father in the eyes and lie to him.

“Y/N, what the hell were you doing there? I want a straight fucking answer too.”

You glanced over at EZ to see him nodding to you. He wanted you to tell your father the truth despite the consequences your father would have in store for him.

You sighed loudly and closed your eyes. It felt as if you were betraying both your father and EZ.

“The truth is...EZ and I are together. We have been for a couple of months.” You stopped talking when your father shook his head and paced. “Daddy listen to me, please. I love him.” He shook his head at you again not wanting to hear it.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you by lying but you wouldn’t have accepted it regardless.”

“Damn right I wouldn’t have accepted it.” 

The look in his eyes showed anger but deep down you knew he was hurt that you kept such a thing from him especially for so long.

“What the fuck were you thinking? He’s part of the crew. I told you time and time again not to get fucking involved in club business.”

“I know but-”

He held his hand up. “I don’t want to hear any more of this shit. Riz take her home.”

“Dad look at me.”

You knew you probably looked ridiculous pleading with your father in front of everyone but it was all you could do. You were desperate for him to forgive you and EZ.

He wouldn’t look at you in the eyes. He simply bit his lower lip looking anywhere but at you.

“Not the time to talk about this. I have a lot of shit to take care of.”

Riz gently grasped your arm to let you know it was time to leave. 

You quickly threw your arms over your father hugging him tightly.

“I love you. I didn’t mean to lie to you.” You couldn’t help but tear up at his reluctance to embrace you like he usually does. “I’m sorry.” You were a daddy’s girl and had always been one.

“I know you are.” He said, monotone

You held onto him as long as you could.

For the longest time, he didn’t hug back but he finally relented and put his arm around you. It was a small gesture on his part but it was enough to let you know that this could be mended.

He patted your back then turned you over to Riz who put his arm over you and led you out towards the door.

Bishop was quiet for a couple of minutes after you left. He brushed past EZ needing time to think things over.

EZ was full of remorse and felt guilty for causing a barrier between you and your father.

“Bishop,” he quipped. EZ wanted to patch things up for you.

As soon as EZ had said something, Bishop snapped. He quickly turned around and punched him.

EZ held his cheek and looked up at Bishop. He was ready to take a beating if he had to.

Bishop glared down at EZ seeing him as the enemy that was taking his daughter away.

“I fucking brought you here. Patched you in and this is how you repay me. You get with my daughter?!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You better be. You put her life in danger. She was never supposed to be with you and involved with this life.”

“She’s in this life regardless because of you.” 

EZ never meant for it to sound accusatory but it came across that way.

Bishop lunged towards him but Angel and Taza held him back trying to keep everyone calm.

“I love your daughter, Bishop. I would never hurt her or let anything happen to her. What happened today was a mistake on my part. I should’ve never let her ride with me.”

“You’re damn right it was a mistake.” Bishop pointed at EZ. “Never let that shit happen again.”

Bishop pushed Angel and Taza off of him as he straightened out his kutte. He looked at everyone in the room and then at EZ one more time before he slammed the door open and left.

EZ let out a deep sigh. His relationship with you was out in the open now. He had kept it from everyone even Angel and his father.

Now he has to deal with Bishop being on his case and possibly even being dispatched.

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