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Coffee Stain - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The one where Reader has been tutoring the twins for a few months, and not falling in love with the stunning Wanda Maximoff is an impossible task. | Requested by @abimess .

Warnings: Lots of fluff and domesticity, attempted humor and bad jokes, Milf!Wanda being adorable and a gay disaster, unspecified age gap, some mentions of low self-esteem and signs of an abusive past-relationship, kissing and making out, and Dom!Wanda allusions and implicit smut. || Words: 4.063k

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When Agatha reassigned you to the mentorship of the Maximoff Twins, you were apprehensive about the proximity of their residences.

Since you started working at the Salem Institute, all your students were from the city center, and you were used to the subway ride of at least twenty minutes, the practice of having a cold drink at the local coffee shop became a treasured hobby over time.

But almost six months ago, a new family had moved into the empty house four doors down from your own, and apparently, as soon as they were stabilized, the matriarch looked for school assistance for the children. Billy and Tommy were in elementary school, and both have considerable difficulty in class - most likely because of the switch from homeschooling to the new model.

At first, you were afraid to give up your routine to attend to the Maximoffs, but besides Agatha insisting that you were the most viable option because of the proximity, you met the boys' mother at the street fair.

Wanda Maximoff was something else.

A few years older than you, and undeniably gorgeous. She was distracted by the shopping list and didn't notice that she hadn't backed the shopping cart up properly, but you stopped the little metal vehicle before it crashed and splattered her fruits. She gave a relieved laugh, promptly going to thank you, and you were so charmed by her smile that you couldn't help but introduce yourself.

"Oh, you're tutor that Agatha mentioned!" She suddenly recognized you, and you blinked curiously as Wanda started babbling about having gone to the institute after teachers, and Agatha having shown her on her computer dozens of options. You made a mental note about commenting to Agatha about digital security before focusing your attention completely on Wanda.

And after spending practically the entire morning chatting away with your new neighbor while you were shopping for vegetables together, you couldn't help but agree and immediately assure her that you would be tutoring the twins.

That was four months ago.

Now, you know as much about Wanda as Billy and Tommy know mathematics.

For instance, she is a writer and works from home practically every day - except when she has some appointment at the Agency - so she was always around when you were helping the twins with their studies. She has iced tea in the afternoon, and always saves a place for you at breakfast if you schedule a weekend study session. Wanda has tried to go vegetarian eight times in the last few months, three times in the same week, always having to restart the habit because she forgot her own eating commitments. She also loves Sitcoms - this you found out because you went to say goodbye one afternoon, and when you knocked on her office door you found her watching an episode during a business meeting, and she just raised a finger in front of her lips in a request for a secret and you laughed lightly, imitating an oath in front of your chest.

Wanda was also getting divorced.

His name was Jarvis Vision Stark, and although he was apparently a good father, he didn't seem to be such a good husband. He didn't do anything wrong as far as you know, but you concluded that he was no good at being a husband because he was never around, and if someone has the chance to be with Wanda Maximoff and chooses to be somewhere else, that person must have some problem with them.

As far as you can tell, in all those hours you spent with her, falling in love with Wanda was inevitable. If you stayed around her adorably clumsy and inquisitive personality, there was no other way out. She was simply the most charming woman you knew, and these were just the facts.

On Thursdays, the twins had judo class. And this week, the holiday weekend was with Vision. So you scheduled the class for a later time, having enough time to visit your favorite coffee shop and read a book in the afternoon.

Wanda apparently had the same idea.

The whole place suited her very well indeed. You hadn't even entered the shop yet, catching a glimpse of the older woman through the glass window - focused on a book and biting the tip of a pen, her red hair cascading down and making it almost impossible to recognize her. - and swallowing the nervousness that suddenly rose in your stomach, you made your way inside, and while your drink was ready, you built up the courage to approach.

Then of course Wanda got up to throw some writing drafts in the trash at the same moment you appeared behind her.

"Shit! I'm so sorry!" She apologized frantically, her eyes wide as she tried to diminish the stained mess on the front of your shirt with small napkins she grabbed from the table and making you blush more from the touch than from the curious glances from the other customers.

Wanda seemed to get more beautiful every time you looked at her, and her clumsiness got a soft laugh out of you.

"Don't worry, Miss Maximoff, it will dry." You tease, and she sighs but makes a small grimace at the stain on your blouse.

"I told you Wanda was fine." She retorts, quickly throwing the dirty napkins away and turning to grab her belongings. "Come on, I can't look at the mess I've made on such a lovely shirt."

Despite your insistence that there is no problem, you neither resist the gentle tug Wanda gives on your sleeve, nor refuse to accompany her all the way back to her house, where you exchange a few words about sharing a taste for the local coffee, or the tranquility of the environment for reading and writing that shop provides.

You even asked Wanda about switching the office to a place with other people, but she explained that she needed a change of scenery to get inspiration for the last few chapters of a story she was working on as she opened the door and guided you to the laundry room.

"Let's just make sure the stain doesn't stay, honey." She says as she opens the door and you follow her half-heartedly, suddenly realizing that this must be the first time you've been alone with her in her house. Wanda bends down to pick up some cleaning products and places them on the counter before turning her attention back to you. "Can you..."

"Oh, sure." You immediately agree, letting your nerves control your actions, and without much thought, you pull your shirt out in one motion.

Wanda's eyes widen, frozen at the sight of your torso covered only by a sports top. The redness in her face makes yours warm as well.

"I-I was going to suggest the bathroom. And a robe. " She remarks breathlessly, and it's your turn to widen your eyes, but your embarrassment is short-lived, because Wanda clears her throat, and looks down, holding out her hand for you to hand her the item.

She decides to start working on the stain, and you shift the weight of your feet as you watch her, unsure exactly what to do with your hands.

"Thank you for that again, Miss Maximoff. It was nice of you." You mumble trying to fill the tense silence between you, but Wanda gives a short laugh, raising her eyes from the fabric to you.

"Was it nice to knock coffee on you?" She retorts with amusement, and it's your turn to chuckle, scratching behind the back of your neck as the awkward tension dissipates between you.

"It was no big deal, Miss Maximoff."

She makes a small grimace. "Wanda." She insists again, and you notice the way her gaze falls to your cleavage for a micro second and the intensity of her irises makes your legs wobble. You offer her a small smile before repeating.

"Wanda."

She smiles and turns her attention back to your shirt. Not wishing for the awkward silence to return, you try to pull up a subject while she works. And in less than two minutes you are laughing at her stories.

“[...] Monica was so worried about the whole divorce thing, and I just surprised her with almost twelve thousand words about why marriage is humanity's worst invention." She tells it with an easy smile on her lips, which you share.

Monica has been Wanda's agent since she published her first book - a clichéd novel about the unusual love of a witch and a robot - and now, almost ten years later, she was one of the best friends of the redhead in front of you. You didn't know her in person, but you had seen Wanda talking to her by video call and on the phone a few times.

Wanda leaves your wet shirt to dry and mimics your position of leaning your back on the machine with your arms crossed on the opposite side, your feet a few inches away from each other.

"That sounds like a bestseller." You joke, making her laugh softly. She shrugs her shoulders.

"We won't publish it, but it sure helped me get something off my chest." She says half thoughtfully. "I don't know, it's been two weeks since I signed the papers, and I still..." But Wanda shuts up, shaking her head and sighing. "Sorry, I'm babbling. You don't care about that."

"Hey, it's okay." You assure her as gently as you can, adjusting your posture against the cabinet behind you, but resisting the urge to touch her. "You can vent all you want, I don't care. Or rather, I do. About everything you tell me, I mean."

She raises surprised but impressed eyes to you. And you smile, but Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"Are you sure this is professional?" She asks, and you almost feel embarrassed, but a mischievous smile appears on her lips that makes you understand that she is only joking. To your momentary hesitation, she adds, "Listening to your students' mother whine in the laundry room?"

You chuckle slightly at the description, shaking your head a little. "Well, the contract says I'm here to help." You comment, assuming a thoughtful fake expression. "I suppose serving as a liquor depot is my job..."

Wanda grunts guiltily, kicking your foot gently and making you laugh. "Jerk." She grumbles and you shrug.

"And on top of that getting cursed at, such a toxic work environment." You mock, getting a laugh from the redhead who shakes her head in disbelief.

"Shut up." She mutters with her arms crossed, and your laughter gradually ceases, until the noise of the machine is the only sound besides your soft breathing.

You and Wanda look away from your shoes to each other almost at the same time, dancing around the next subject as you exchange little smiles. You clear your throat a moment later, moving your hands to the countertop and squeezing the wood gently.

"So, if it's okay for you, I'll stay around until the boys' class time." You suggest but Wanda isn't even listening. Her gaze lost on your chest, because of course you had to have leaned in like that and she was just staring discourteously, and without any self-control. You let out a confused laugh, "Wanda?"

She turned as red as her hair, looking away so quickly it only made it more obvious what she was doing.

"I-I..." She tried to formulate a line of thought, grimacing at her own disaster, and sighing in frustration. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

You laughed, short and impressed. "My class. With the boys, this afternoon. Is it okay if I wait?"

"Oh, sure. Of course." She agrees nodding and swallows dryly as you cross your arms, an expression of virtual delight at having caught her in the act on your face. She clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "If you're hungry, I can prepare something for us."

You deny it with a nod. "No way Wanda, you already washed my clothes today. I'm not going to make you cook for me." You comment humorously, but she gestures quickly.

"Don't be ridiculous, it was my fault. And it's no problem at all, let's go make us something, I clearly ruined your afternoon meal." She retorts and is leaving the laundry room so quickly that you have no way of denying it - no idea at all that Wanda needed to get out of such a small space before she did something she could regret.

Wanda was going to try to busy herself with food, but the third time she found your exposed chest as she turned around for some pot or supply, she let out a frustrated sigh.

"Okay, you need a shirt." She stated seeming to speak more to herself than to you, who scratched behind your head awkwardly, looking at her with confusion. "Just wait here, I'll be right back."

She disappears for a few minutes, and you busy yourself with the delicious cookies she left on the counter. Wanda returns with a shirt in hand, and you smile at her mischievously as you are caught eating her treats, making her smile affectionately.

"Worse than children when left alone, I see." She jokes getting a soft chuckle from you as she hands you the shirt. The return dies on your tongue as you slip the fabric over your neck, and the garment smells like Wanda and is at the very least intoxicating. She doesn't seem to notice your hesitation, distracted as she goes back to preparing the snacks she started before you left.

You clear your throat after a moment. "And I noticed these are vegetarian options." You comment approaching her at the counter as she cuts the tomatoes. "Is it for real this time?" You tease.

"Hey!" She giggles, throwing her shoulders against yours lightly. "I'm going to make it this time."

"I know you will, honey. I believe in you every time." You murmur sincerely, and you can't help but let your gaze linger on Wanda, especially as you listen to the soft sigh she lets out and notice the way her fingers tremble at the snack preparation.

You lick your lips, trying to think of something else when Wanda asks you to get the plates and you decide to take your cue before you confess something you might regret.

Soon, you both have vegetarian sandwiches in hand as you stand side by side at the countertop.

"Wanda, I really appreciate the gesture, but this tastes really bad." You declare and she is laughing heartily, throwing her head back and you are following her.

Wanda just takes the disastrous attempt at a vegetarian snack from your hands and throws both items in the trash, before going to the cabinets, and soon returning with a package of snacks.

"Here. Not another word about it." She says as she opens the package between you, the very delicious chips forgotten because you notice an almost sad or disappointed glint pass through her eyes, and you ignore the food to move a finger to her chin, asking her to meet your gaze again. The gesture surprises her a little, making her blush, but she doesn't pull away.

"Hey, it's just a sandwich." You comment, studying her face after whatever she was hiding, and Wanda let outs a humorless chuckle, trying to lower her face, but your touch escalates - your hand moves to her cheek and Wanda almost shudders, using all her mental control not to lean in. "You can talk to me, Wanda."

She swallows dryly, hesitating only for a second, and though she is twiddling her fingers nervously, she confesses without stammering, "It's stupid, but I wanted to prove that I can do it." She murmurs, and to your half-confused but patient expression for her explanation, she continues after a soft sigh. "I had a plan, a bucket list. All the way from high school. Like I said, stupid. Vis thought it was childish. I think I believed him because I gave up on most of them, but then we started fighting and I thought I could try those things again. Then he said I couldn't accomplish any of it because I can't even maintain a marriage, and I guess he must be right because I'm a disaster at that and-"

"Hey, hey, stop it." You cut off seriously, moving your other hand to her left cheek. "Don't talk about yourself like that, it's not true."

She let out a short laugh. "Come on, I just destroyed your favorite shirt."

You raise an eyebrow. "How do you know it's my favorite shirt?" Wanda hesitates, looking away and opening her mouth, but no explanation comes out. You laugh, shaking your head. "God, you're so cute."

Wanda looks at you in surprise, but you stroke her cheeks, and the touch is too good for her to question anything. However, she lowers her gaze and you sigh softly.

"Hey, look at me, Maximoff." You ask and wait for her to obey, offering a small smile when the green orbs return to yours. "You can do anything, Wanda. From writing incredible stories to completing a high school bucket list. Those are just sandwiches, and it was just a drinking accident. It doesn't prove anything about you. And god, I knew there was something very wrong with your ex, only a complete asshole would try to manipulate you like that, or worse, leave someone like you."

You blurt out, and Wanda blinks in surprise.

"Like me?" She insists, and since you've already said too much, you just continue.

"Yeah, someone so incredible, beautiful, and funny. I always have such a great time around you, and it seems so unbelievable that you're getting divorced because if I had the chance I would never leave. I would stay, for all the afternoons when you almost destroyed the printer, or set the kitchen on fire. I can hardly imagine how lucky I must be to wake up next to you every morning, or to spend the day with you, listening to you talk, and laugh, or hear your stories! It feels like a dream, and I don't understand how anyone-"

Wanda cuts you off, suddenly moving forward. You choke on a sigh as her lips press against yours, and it's messy and hungry as if she's afraid of you slipping away.

She moans softly at the feel of your tongue on hers once you kiss her back, but it gets calmer soon after until air is needed and you part with gasping breaths.

"That was even better than I imagined." She confesses with her eyes closed, getting a small laugh from you.

"Did you imagine it often?" You tease, and it's her turn to laugh, opening her eyes at you.

"You have no idea." She assures you before bringing your lips together again.

Making out in the kitchen was definitely not your plan for this afternoon, but you weren't complaining one bit. Not when Wanda felt so fucking good between you and the countertop, the warm, low sighs she let escape between one kiss and the next, the steady hands on your shoulders as yours became bold beneath your blouse.

Wanda's legs firmed around you once you lift her up to sit on the marble, and as you moved your kisses down her jaw and neck, missing her satisfied smile because you both have your eyes tightly closed, your hands wrapped around her covered breasts.

"Oh." She moaned affected, shuddering against you, who just squeezed softly and managed another deep moan as her hips went forward.

It was probably too fast, but neither you nor Wanda seemed very willing to stop, especially since the sensation was so addictive. She pulled your face back, sliding her tongue into your mouth and making your head spin.

You squeezed her breasts hard, swallowing her moans before running one hand down your body, your fingers scratching their way down her pants and working the buttons.

And then a car noise made Wanda push you away.

"Fuck, not now." She grunted annoyed, loosening her legs around you, and climbing down from the countertop. You blinked in confusion, mind clouded with arousal, but the sound of the vehicle parking at the front door and children's voices made you react, and start working on your crumpled clothes as Wanda was doing. She finished wiping off her smudged lipstick a second before the door opened, and two little boys rushed in through the front door.

"Wanda?" It was a male voice, and she tensed beside you before shouting that she was in the kitchen. She turned her face to you, exchanging a quick glance before disappearing into the living room.

You overheard the conversation - strained mutterings that were getting louder until you heard the door and the sounds became muffled again, suggesting that Wanda had gone out onto the balcony with her ex-husband.

Taking your cue, you made your way upstairs, deciding that you were going to give the kids some homework before you left. No chance of you teaching anything after what you just did in the kitchen.

Billy and Tommy were equally surprised and happy to see you, although the excitement died down a bit as soon as you left the homework with them. The boys went back to packing for their holiday with their father, and you said goodbye.

Vision and Wanda were back in the living room when you came downstairs, and it was at least embarrassing the look you received from the man with his arms crossed in the corner of the room.

"Good afternoon, Miss L/N." Greeted the man, and you merely nodded.

"Hey, Mister Stark. Good afternoon." You say, turning your gaze to the redhead who is approaching you. "Wanda, I'll be going." You let her know, surprising her.

"But what about the lesson?"

"I don't want to make the kids late for their trip." You clarify with a small smile. "Besides, I gave them some homework, and we can continue tutoring next week."

Wanda hesitates, not because you are not right, but because she wanted you to stay. It's good that you can see this in the look on her face, because it makes the presence of her angry ex-husband in the room less embarrassing.

"Come on, Wanda, she's right. The boys deserve a little rest on the holiday." Vis comments, but Wanda doesn't give him much more than an impatient look.

"I'll walk you to the door." She says deciding to ignore Vision, and you hesitate but decide not to contradict.

Once outside, you offer her a small smile, "I guess I'll see you next week, Wanda."

But it is Wanda's turn to hesitate before she lets go of the knob and grabs your collar, pulling your face against hers. You grunt softly into the kiss, wrapping her waist around you for a second before she breaks with an affected sigh.

"This is how you say goodbye to me now." She orders and you nod affectedly, resisting the urge to kiss her again. "What are you doing tonight?"

Your mind is a complete blur, especially since Wanda is so beautiful and close and has just kissed you hard in the ajar doorway through which her ex-husband can surely see from the living room, but you mumble softly that you are free. She bites a smile.

"One of my wishes was to have the courage to ask a crush on a date." She confesses in a mixture of shyness and mischief, her lips brushing against yours. "Would you take me out on a date tonight?"

"I-I would love to." You murmur immediately, your chest heated with excitement. Wanda steals one, two, intense kisses that make your heart race and your stomach fill with butterflies.

"I guess you're doing me tonight." She jokes against your lips, making you chuckle affectedly before kissing her again and finally parting. "Hey, eight o'clock. Don't be late."

"I wouldn't dream of it." You assure, stealing one last quick kiss before pulling away to leave.

Anyway, as soon as Vis has left with the boys, Wanda appears at your front door. She brought a bottle of wine that you won't even remember to open, but that should be enough of a date. Besides, you will have other opportunities.

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Dr. Feelgood

7. The Healing Properties of Kisses

Next Part Fic Masterlist Summary: You've been in trouble at work several times before for "lack of professionalism" but now you've gone too far. You've been reassigned to Task Force 141 as a temporary doctor to replace the ones they've made quit out of frustration. You must either prove yourself and earn your former position back at a prestigious military hospital in California or face dishonorable discharge. Author's Notes: This is my first fanfiction - please be gentle. Additionally, the reader's callsign is "Feelgood." I have done my best to write the reader as ambiguous regarding appearance, but she/her pronouns and AFAB anatomy will be utilized. I hope for this to be a slow-burn romance with Simon "Ghost" Riley. Warnings: Gunshot wounds, medical terminology and procedures, SMUT MDNI

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You woke up still in Simon’s arms the next morning. He’d woken up before you and was running your fingers through your hair, watching you.

“You watching me sleep?” you mumbled, yawning and cuddling closer to him, leaning your head on his chest.

“Tried to get up but you clung on,” he mused, a chuckle rumbling through his chest. You rolled your eyes and sat up. Simon’s heart withered a little as you pulled away from him but he didn’t reach for you.

“Does the mask trap in your morning breath?” you asked with a laugh, looking down at him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you back down to him, rolling up his mask.

Before you could hesitate you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Simon kissed you back, pulling your body close against his as your lips moved together.

You were the first to pull away after a moment, leaning your forehead against his and smiling. He rubbed your back gently as he studied you - his intense gaze was warm and oddly comforting.

“So it’s true,” he said, gently squeezing your hip and running his palm over your rear.

“What is?” you asked, pecking him on the lips and snuggling in closer.

“Kisses do have healing properties.”

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You spent much of your week with Simon that way: wrapped up in his arms or in his lap, your lips pressed to his. He took you to see the sights and helped you get your lay of the land, treated you to dinners in pubs and chip shops in every direction. One night you even cooked for him and you swore you’d never seen him happier.

On the last night of the time you had together, you returned to the main base hospital to assist the emergency department. You made it home late but instead of heading to take a shower, made a beeline toward the med bay, deciding to stop putting off your preparations for the following day’s evac.

You’d stripped yourselves of your scrubs at the hospital and were thankful for the cover of night as you wore little other than soft shorts and a tank top as you bustled around, packing supplies into your kit. The door opened quietly behind you and in an instant, a body was pressed up against you and a pair of lips found your neck.

“Simon!” you giggled in surprise, trying to wiggle away. He growled softly and pulled you closer, biting gently at your neck and pushing his hips against yours. There was a bulge in his pants - one you weren’t unfamiliar with as he often woke up with morning wood - but it still made heat rush to your cheeks.

“You look good,” he mumbled, running his hand up your side and cupping your breast over your tank top. You laughed and leaned back into his touch, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

When his hand slid back down to your hip, you guided it up your shirt and over your bra, encouraging him to feel more of you. He turned you around then, pushing you back against your desk and gazing deep into your eyes.

“You want me, love?” he murmured, stepping close to you and holding your hips gently. You bit your lower lip and nodded, meeting his gaze.

“I do. I really like you, Simon,” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. He obliged you but pulled away more quickly than you’d have liked.

“Not here. Come on.”

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As the door to his bedroom shut behind you, he sat back on his bed and pulled you into his lap. His lips found yours once more and you wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands found your waist, squeezing gently. You ground yourself down slowly against his bulge, feeling your arousal pool in your panties as you could feel him growing and hardening beneath you.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I first saw you,” he murmured as he slid one hand past your waistband, gently caressing your ass and giving it a squeeze. You giggled and moved away from him briefly to tug your shirt off, returning to kissing him an instant later.

“When I first saw you I put my finger up your butt,” you giggled, making him roll his eyes as he popped one of your breasts out of your bra, finding your nipple with his lips.

“Not bein’ kinky with you right now, love. It’s gonna be good and proper the first time I make you cum,” he growled, biting your breast and leaving a light mark.

You tugged at his shirt and he obliged you, tugging it off and throwing it aside. At the same time, you unhooked your bra, freeing your other breast and making Simon groan as he buried his face in them, biting and kissing and licking.

You gasped, a moan falling from your lips as he shifted up for better access to you, his erection settling perfectly between your legs and sending shivers of pleasure through your body as it brushed against your clothed clit.

“You like that, pretty girl?” he asked teasingly, leaning up and kissing you as you ground your hips down against him more rapidly.

Your soft noises must have done something to him because he flipped you onto your back, tugging your shorts and panties down in one go and kissing your inner thighs.

“You’re a tease!” you gasped as he ghosted over your entrance, leaning over to press more kisses to your inner thigh. He chuckled, looking deep into your eyes as he finally found your core, dragging his tongue up through your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit.

You gasped and your head fell back, your hips shaking in pleasure as Simon’s tongue plunged into your core. He groaned, the noise sending vibrations through your body and making you shiver in pleasure.

You could feel your orgasm building as he devoured you like a man starved, holding your thighs to his ears.

“Simon!” you gasped, your back arching as you squeezed your thighs tighter around his head. This only made him thrust his tongue deeper into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

Simon grunted, grinding his hips desperately against the bed as he devoured you, his eyes fluttering back open as he held your gaze. You felt the tightness in your stomach snap and you came with a cry, shuddering, your hips jerking involuntarily.

Simon’s rolled-up mask was drenched in your slick now and some rubbed off on your cheek as he leaned up and kissed you, pushing his lips onto yours aggressively. You could taste your sweetness on him and moaned into the kiss as he pulled your hips against his and aligned the tip of his freed, throbbing cock against your entrance.

“Please, love, let me fuck you,” he growled. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he ground his cock in between your folds desperately, cradling you in his arms and pushing his lips back against yours.

“Please!” you gasped, arching your back into his touches. He took hold of your hip in one hand and grabbed your breast with the other as he pushed in slowly, his head falling back from pleasure as your walls tightened around him.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he groaned as he inched his way in, unable to resist pulling out as far as he could before thrusting all the way in so that he was buried deep inside of you.

“You’re so - so big,” you gasped, feeling heat rush to your face as a sudden shyness overtook you. You tried to cover your face with your arm but he pulled it away gently as he started thrusting ever so slowly.

“No hiding, pretty girl. Need to see that face, need to see how good I’m treatin’ ya,” he cooed, caressing your cheek and leaning down to kiss you again. His thrusts picked up speed until he set a comfortable pace, drawing moans and whimpers from your lips and grunts and gasps from his.

He pulled away to admire you as you felt your climax building. There was tenderness, even love in the eyes that raked over your body as your breasts bounced and your back arched, your mouth falling open as he found the sensitive spot inside of you.

“Fuck, Simon, you’re so good!” you cried, reaching down to rub your clit as your eyes fluttered shut. He pulled your hand away and replaced it with his own, gently intertwining your fingers with his and resting his forehead on yours.

“Cum around my cock, love,” he purred, nipping gently at your neck as he angled his thrusts to brush directly over the sensitive spot. With a cry you came for the second time, clenching around him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

Simon could resist no longer and came just after you, groaning and burying his face in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered and his thrusts faltered. He buried himself as deep inside of you as he could and came, filling you so full that seed dripped out around his cock and onto the bed.

“Fuck, love, you’re all mine now,” he moaned, his lips crashing down against yours as you both panted.

You caught your breath together slowly. Simon eventually fetched a towel and gently cleaned the both of you. He turned the lights off before he returned to bed and when he leaned in to kiss you, you could no longer feel the balaclava that had covered his face since you’d met him.

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You woke up the next morning tangled together in the sheets, light streaming in through the window. Simon was already awake and had put the mask back on, cradling you in his arms and stroking your hair with gentle fingers. He slowed when he saw you wake, untangling his hand from your hair and wrapping both arms around your waist to pull you closer.

“Good morning,” you said groggily, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you snuggled into his chest, kissing over where his heart was. He hummed but said nothing, only gently rubbed your back and massaged your shoulders.

“Boys’re back today,” he said after a moment.

“Should have been doing that all week,” you groaned. He snorted and kissed the top of your head, giving you a little pat on the ass.

“Got the whole future, love,” he said softly. You smiled.

“So you meant it? I’m all yours now?” you asked teasingly, looking up at him with a cheeky smile. He grunted and pulled you closer.

“You’ve been mine for longer than you know.”

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Dear Vector Prime, what can you tell me about IDW1 Treadshot? What was life like before Impactor ended him via harpoon?

Dear Gunman Gleaner,

Treadshot was originally incepted as part of the Silver Harvest, the mass population boom that filled Cybertron's city streets with life, and was assigned a fairly prestigious position as part of the artisan caste, like many who shared his body-type. Given a particle magnetizer, it was his job to paint murals depicting Cybertron's glorious past onto public buildings. Treadshot saw this as his calling, greatly admiring those ancient heroic deeds. He would speculate at length as to what life must have been like in those times, imagining what he might have done if he’d been there, and dreaming about what he’d say to various important historical figures—many of whom were still alive, naturally.

Misfortune first befell Treadshot during renovation of the Primal Basilica. While working on a fresco of Onyx Prime, a stately piece in the traditional triptych form, Treadshot fell from his hover platform, and impaled himself on the statue of Primus.

Though he recovered to working order fairly quickly, Treadshot found himself reassigned to lower-profile tasks. The official word was that Treadshot’s absentmindedness meant he posed a risk to others, but it was clear to everyone involved that his demotion would never have happened were it not for the fact that he had splattered a senator with his spilled oil.

Reduced to maintaining public buildings, he soon fell in with his fellow artisans Atomizer and Bricolo. The brothers spent both their work-cycles and off-cycles together, dreaming of bigger things. Their bar crawls eventually took them to the Dead End, where the three were introduced to the violent world of gladiatorial combat. Watching the combatants, Treadshot felt each and every blow in his spark—at one point almost literally, when a stray spear sailed into the crowd and pierced his abdomen. Once he came back online, Treadshot found he had a new calling… spraying elaborate warpaint onto gladiators like Skyquake. And much like he had while painting heroes of myth, he daydreamed of how it would feel to be the one fighting.

When Megatron’s grand uprising began, Treadshot finally got his wish. He joined up with the Decepticons to take part in the "Liberation of Kaon" (what Autobots would record as the start of the Fall of the First Five Cities)—and was even able to personally take revenge on the senator who'd been responsible for his fall from grace. However, when Megatron had his legendary battle with Sentinel Prime, Treadshot wound up pinned under the Prime’s Apex Armor. Had Megatron not thought to make the ruined battle suit a throne, they might never have discovered Treadshot crushed beneath, one of its many cannons nearly puncturing his spark. As it happened, Megatron took inspiration from the sight, and tore loose a warped piece of Treadshot’s spark casing, commanding that it be forged into a new Deceptibrand for Treadshot—the first instance of this barbaric practice.

This was as close as Treadshot ever came to entering into Cybertron’s mythology. He spent much of the war acting as just another soldier, with long periods of boredom punctuated by brief intervals of shocking violence. Through diligence over the millenia, he worked his way up the ranks, eventually finding his way into the Decepticon Secret Service as a troubleshooter—but after a disastrous mission to track down Monstructor and Jhiaxus, he was captured by the Autobots, who had to physically pry him from the wall where he’d been skewered.

Placed into Spark Extraction in Garrus-9, Treadshot was eventually reactivated during Overlord’s takeover, and was offered a position as one of the new prison guards. It’s impossible to say whether Overlord knew anything of Treadshot’s history for which to favor him, or if he was selected by chance—but if it was luck that governed his fate, it was certainly bad luck, and over the following three years Treadshot partook in brutality unlike anything in the Cybertronian legends which had once enthralled him. Perhaps, when his spark was reunited with his body, it fell through the holes that lingered from those old near-misses, leaving only an empty chamber to await Impactor’s harpoon.

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5 quick tips for avoiding delays in your team

The whole team suffers when work gets delayed after planning and scheduling everything. Firstly, everyone’s work relies on other team members. If one person delays something, that will automatically make things difficult for other team members if there are time constraints. And there will always be deadlines to achieve. So to work hassle-free we need to ensure we avoid delays.

1. Having healthy discussions before designating work

Teamwork suggests that the whole team would contribute. Every team member has a unique perspective or insight on a topic. Therefore, every person’s opinion has value. When working together, it is essential to discuss all the parameters of work with the people who will practically be performing those tasks.

We’ve all been there where we have great meetings and discussions, but the outcome from that meeting/discussion isn’t as expected. This happens due to a lack of a proper way to gather the meeting points or not having an innovative way to do so much more effectively. So it is helpful to use tools and practice ways which can help add more value to those discussions.

In this manner, because the delegation of work will be better, the chances of delay will automatically reduce.

2. Set achievable goals

The best way to avoid delays is to set achievable goals. Knowing what someone is capable of and assigning them work based on their ability and potential. Sometimes people indeed need a push. It is true that some people work better under pressure. But it is better to take calculated risks and not give them more work than they can handle.

When someone is not exactly skilled to finish a work in the given amount of time, it is quite natural for the work to get delayed.

Therefore, delegating work in a realistic way while keeping in mind the doability of the task by the doer will avoid delays.

3. Plan well

Planning is one of the most crucial factors that decides how will all the work get done on time. Proper planning is essential to ensure everything in your team takes place smoothly. A good plan also considers the possible parameters of where things could go wrong. However, even after considerable planning, there will always be changes that will keep happening. Work can get reassigned to another person or the due date to finish that work might also need to change in future. Therefore, we should try to maintain a certain amount of balance between a realistic approach and the level by which we can stretch ourselves to meet our goals.

Carrying out all of this manually is very difficult for a single person. Using a tool to help you with the planning and management of tasks for your team will make this process easy and efficient. And when the method of planning and delegation is in place, delays will get reduced significantly.

4. Scheduling the work to avoid delays

One of the ways to avoid delays is by scheduling the work. Scheduling tasks that are going to get repeated and using a tool that can automate this process can reduce the overall delay that can take place.

Imagine there’s a task that will supposedly get repeated at certain intervals of time, but there is no tool to help schedule that task. In that case someone will have to perform the task to remember when to assign that work to someone. But relying solely on our memory to do this job can sometimes lead to errors. Because often people are so preoccupied that they can easily miss out on such details. Such a scenario also leads to delays, because a task can get missed due to a lack of a proper system to remind us here.

5. Adapt to the modern approach of keeping track of work

To avoid delays, we must keep a track of the work that’s happening. However, the traditional way of tracking work suggests that the manager constantly keeps asking employees how much progress is taking place in their work. But this approach is out of date.

The modern way of working suggests that we use tools that would help us keep track of the work assigned to our teams. Wherein following up on team members won’t be dependent on an individual. On the contrary, a system would be able to carry this out.

A tool can act as the extended arms of a manager or an employee.

Therefore,

It is more reliable

Promotes a healthy relationship between the manager and the employee

Keeps a track of the work getting done in the most accurate way possible.

Conclusion

Avoiding delays is fundamental for team performance. Earlier, there weren’t very useful methods to tackle this problem. But in the present situation, technology has come to aid and can be used exponentially to improve working conditions. So with some effort, it is possible to eliminate delays in work. All we have to do is use our resources well and keep adapting to new developments.

#delays #deadlines #task management

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What is packaging automation?

Packaging automation is when you use packaging machinery (large or small) to help with your packing process. Often this can mean reducing human touchpoints in your packing line. For example, this could include anything from automatically cutting tape when at the desired length; to automatically placing the products into a mailing bag ready for shipment. Using automated packing systems allows you to reassign valuable resources to high value tasks or in a way that better suits your operation. You can enhance most aspects of a packaging process, from picking and packing, through to conveying and wrapping. There are packaging machines for it all.

Packaging automation can be an investment, depending on the solution you are looking at. There may be a large upfront cost to purchase an automated packing system, but the money you will save elsewhere in your operation will counterbalance this in the long run. Plus, there are some cost-effective automation options out there. A great example of this is a water-activated gummed paper tape dispenser. You can also opt for semi-automatic machines that can be found at a lower price point, and they can be a great first step towards automation.

What are the benefits of automated packing systems? These are some of the general advantages of adding packaging automation to your operation. Depending on the machinery you choose, there can be knock-on benefits like saving on transport costs and reducing damages!

The benefits of packaging automation:

Reduced material costs and waste– packaging automation uses materials more efficiently, so it removes overuse and wastage. Improved productivity and reduced packing times – it can speed up elements of the process and reduce the number of physical touchpoints so packers’ skills can be utilized in other areas. It can also help reduce the need for seasonal temporary labor!

Save on storage space and materials – using automation means you are using the right amount of packaging materials needed, so it can free up storage space for other uses and control overall material use.

Signs that show your small business is ready for automation:

You are struggling to fulfil orders and customer complaints are rising.

Your business is creating increasing levels of packaging waste.

You continually need to hire new staff for your production and/or packing line.

You experience an uplift in customer complaints about damaged goods (if demand is too high, packing quality could be less reliable).

If your operation meets one or more of these issues, incorporating some form of packaging machinery could be a great solution for your business. Let us explore some options you have…

Where to start with packaging automation? We have narrowed down some great options that would be perfect for a small business looking to grow its operation. We have broken this down into process specific systems, so you can decide what would work best for your business.

Tape: You have a lot of options for tape automation, some of these include:

Manual Water Activated Tape Dispenser – As this most affordable option, it is not fully automated (as the name suggests). You must adjust the length manually, so this is not done for you, unlike other options. It does wet and cut the tape, and it is a great first step into automation for businesses with lower shipping volumes.

Automatic Water Activated Tape Dispenser – This desktop dispenser issues pre-set lengths of tape to speed up the application of tape. It also means you will get the correct amount every time, minimizing wastage.

Void Fill: Automating your void fill can help you cut your packing time, keep up with demand and help you protect your products efficiently. Depending on the material you choose, how cost effective it is, if there is a consideration towards being environmentally friendly; you can get lots of different types of void fill and machines with various benefits for each business. These are just some examples of what is available.

Manual Paper Void Fill Dispenser – PaperSpace X-Fill machine is an entry level option for void fill automation. It is simple to install and has a small footprint so does not take up much space! It is operated easily by using a foot pedal, so the void fill can be dispensed directly into the box, and it will cut down on packing time.

Automatic Paper void fill dispensers – You can control these via the foot pedals, which automatically fill packs. They can also be programmed to dispense the appropriate length of material for each of your pack options, which reduces the amount of overall material you use.

Air pillow void fill dispenser – You can also find great automation options for speeding up your packing times when using air pillows, the Polyair Air Pillow Machine, it is easy to use and will give your products high levels of protection.

Stretch Wrappers: It may not be something your business needs right now, but it could be helpful in the future to know that you can automate your stretch wrap process. If you are manually wrapping between 10-15 pallets per day (or more), it is time to consider a pallet wrapper. It can dramatically reduce the amount of stretch wrap you are using, as well as reducing manual handling.

How to scale up your packaging automation as your business grows?

As your business grows, it can feel overwhelming to keep a hold of your operation, no matter the size. It might seem scary but adding (even a small element) of an automated packing system is a great way to allow your operation to develop. Over time, you could explore bigger and fully automated options as it grows.

If you are still unsure or would like to learn more, the Quick Pak Inc Packaging team can provide expert advice on automating your packaging processes and supplying the packaging machinery and warehouse equipment you need. Talk to us today at 813 242 6995 or [email protected]

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Manage Compliance Workflow in Organization with Compliance Software

Every organization must set up perfect compliance management to prevent unnecessary compliance. You can face legal punishment if you own an organization and fail to fulfill a regulatory standard. Business owners wish to stay on top of regulatory change and take the necessary step. If you want efficient compliance management, you can utilize compliance task management software to make a significant difference. With the help of software, you can manage compliance tasks and enforce the regulation.

• It is the best program to help the administrator and manager to prevent risk and make a plan.

• The software helps the company differently to monitor and control activities.

• The program allows you to bind compliance with regulatory standards and legal requirements relevant to the environment, safety and health.

• It is suitable for every part of the business.

Keep a compliance requirement in one place:

When you use software, you can incorporate framework and compliance management that connect all business requirements and regulations. Software facilitates easy tracking of all details relevant to the compliance activity and task. Promoting adherence to specific requirements is easy, and ensuring that it never slips through the crack. Moreover, you need a centralized solution across your enterprise to promote interdepartmental harmony when focusing on compliance-related tasks.

Maintain easy collaboration:

Handling and reassigning tasks among the team in the organization can simplify. When integrating compliance management software, business owners update their status, exchange comments, and share documents within management.

• Vital compliance information can never longer be scattered across the organization and team member.

• They don’t keep different versions and multiple copies of the same document.

• This helps everyone understand what they need to know about compliance tasks and cuts down the time required to gather and allocate essential information.

Streamline compliance process and performance:

An efficient compliance management system can automate different processes like compliance monitoring and task scheduling. It is a better choice for the organization to drive an accuracy, efficiency, and agility. Software is responsible for preventing the human error and mitigates risk.

You can put resources to better use and pay attention to the necessary thing. A good compliance management system lets administrators and managers get a complete view of the performance and compliance level throughout the organization. You can access the real-time report through a personalized dashboard. It will show you compliance effort status, performance and complete visibility of the management.

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itskimhill · 2 years

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How Technology can be Leveraged to Overcome Challenges in the Field Services Industry

Constant technological innovations are assisting businesses to achieve their strategic goals and help address their challenges. Field service is not that far behind. The field service industry is rapidly changing with the advent of cutting-edge technology. This evolution enables field service businesses to become more profitable and provide a better customer experience. It includes automation, AI, and mixed reality to assist technicians in achieving their work goals with minimum effort. Core sector industries may not have a focus on field services, but they still might have to manage some field operations. Efficiently managing their field service operations could be challenging in increasing workloads. For instance, a television manufacturer may need on-site teams to install their product at customer locations. Furthermore, managing service, maintenance of machinery, and delivery of goods become a tedious task for businesses to be adequately streamlined. This is where digitally transforming field service operations becomes a viable option for businesses. If field service is not digitized, businesses face a plethora of challenges. Businesses relying on legacy tools for field service management experience a loss of work productivity and face challenges managing their workforce. Moreover, legacy systems can make such businesses thrust towards obsolesce and lead to digital oblivion. With a better management system in place, companies get a jump in advantage over their competitor counterparts with better, more streamlined business procedures. This, in turn, enhances customer experience and keeps the customer indulged and interested in continuing their engagement with the business. Field services operations majorly face challenges managing these aspects of operations: 1. Work order management: Work order management includes identifying, allocating, completing, inspecting, and recording all tasks involved. However, work order management has its various list of challenges. These challenges increase the risk of an unmanaged business. Bad workflows can lead to a loss in productivity. Field service management software can help resolve just that. Businesses can organize their workflow to streamline the work and increase efficiency. With field management software, you can track your employees’ movements, their ongoing tasks, reassign or change their jobs, and more. Automating workflows can provide you with the tools and data necessary to quickly control, supervise and make decisions about every aspect of your business and employees to minimize inefficiency and optimize productivity. 2. Scheduling: Businesses relying on legacy tools (or even Excel spreadsheets) to manage their scheduling and dispatching operations often experience the effects of time-consuming manual scheduling management that seldom leads to scheduling conflict. Any FSM software’s key benefit is enabling companies to assign field workers efficiently and accurately to jobs off-site. Moreover, with automation, dispatchers create schedules based on mobile worker availability, skill set, and location (if an in-person visit is needed). This eliminates manual effort, scheduling errors, and any unintentional bias. FSM software, like Dynamics 365 Field Service, provides the functionality to manage resources and equipment needed by field workers for service. Such software incorporates all the necessary information like workers’ skills, equipment, and existing schedules along with the specific customer cases and location, enabling businesses to visualize onsite appointments, optimize service schedules, and ensure efficient routing and skill matching. 3. Crew utilization: While the customer experience is undoubtedly essential, field service businesses must also pay attention to their technicians’ experience. This includes ensuring technicians are equipped with the necessary information, tools, and abilities to do their best work without accidents, health risks, or biased scheduling. This will increase customer satisfaction and retention and reduce the organization’s return visit cost. The AI-driven field services management and automation solutions enable technicians to manage their appointment schedules better and get turn-by-turn driving instructions to customers. High-quality AI-driven FSM software can identify the most qualified technicians for each job and eliminate bias in scheduling. Field service organizations face a significant challenge in managing their resources. This includes inventory and technician availability on time. An AI-driven field services management solution can automate work processes and streamline the entire process, from scheduling to customer communications. Intelligent scheduling allows you to assign the most qualified technician to work orders. Many field service management software offer mobile applications widely supported by all modern smartphones. These mobile apps provide the technician with all the necessary information, including maintenance history and instructions for servicing equipment. This also enables technicians to track and monitor resource inventories to have all the necessities they need to complete the job. Using advanced route management with the help of maps and AI may also lead to the best utilization of the crew by effectively organizing their schedule, leading to better time savings. 4. Site inspection: With the traditional field service management, field technicians are usually dispatched according to availability and not experience with the device. The technician might also arrive without the necessary equipment and customer information, which could impact the ability to complete the task in a single visit. Solutions like IoT can help field technicians better identify problems and share real-time situations with their remote teams. A fair example would be the Lidar scanners on modern smartphones. These sensors can help map the site to scale and further help technicians — or designers, for that matter — to find the ideal solution to solve the problem. Another example can be when a technician is scheduled to visit to repair coffee vending machines and realize that the machine’s maintenance is also due in a week. The technician can read such information when they have equipment loaded with enough historical data and leading indicators, enabling proactive services. 5. Customer satisfaction: Satisfied customers are the key to every business’s continued success. Good field management software provides more customer satisfaction by allowing better communication and service updates between you and your clients. Field service customers need to feel secure and reliable in their business. They expect their problems to be solved quickly and with minimal downtime, all while feeling informed, respected, empowered, and supported. Before AI-powered systems, customers had to reach out to service providers to report their device malfunctioning. Depending on the type and extent of the failure, the work may slow down or stop until the technician arrives. AI allows remote, automated self-healing, predictive forecasting, monitoring, and analysis of connected devices for potential problems. With AI-driven field service technology, the system can identify the problem and remotely resolve it using self-healing methods. This reduces downtime and also cuts down the time it takes for a technician to arrive. AI-driven FMS systems can leverage historical data and predictive analytics to recommend technician visits. It will notify the customer to plan around any downtime. It can also track the technician’s arrival and appointment in real time. This will give customers more control over their assets and enable field service organizations to deliver better service. With their field services digitized, businesses can optimize scheduling, enhance customer engagement, improve operational efficiencies and enable their teams to perform better with better tools. Effective field service management reduces the bar when, where, and how the services are to be provided to customers, which leads to the complete focus on the service and providing the best experience while managing ROIs.

Source: https://www.advaiya.com/aspl-media/how-technology-can-be-leveraged-to-overcome-challenges-in-the-field-services-industry/

#field service management microsoft #field service automation #field service solution #dynamic field services #field services microsoft #service dynamics

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chrayneponz · 2 years

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7 Ways Your Business can Save Time and Money by Automating Routine Tasks

Many businesses spend too much time performing repetitive, mundane tasks rather than activities that drive growth and innovation. Working hard will only get you far but working smart will propel you to heights you have never imagined.

You might have heard that time is money, and rightly so. Time is an invaluable resource for business owners, especially in the era of COVID-19. Entrepreneurs have to burn the midnight oil as they work to adapt to these unprecedented times, set new protocols and procedures, mitigate the damage caused by a questionable economy, and manage budget cuts.

With this in mind, you need to spend your valuable time maximizing the productivity of your business. Otherwise, you run the risk of losing customers and incurring losses when your productivity runs below par. Would you want this for your business?

The good news is that whether your business is small or large, automating businesses help to maximize productivity, saving you time and money.

If you consider yourself an enlightened business owner, digital transformation should be part of your business strategy armory. And to ensure that your system’s integrity is in check, utilize the power of API testing to measure your system’s reliability, safety, and functionality.

How automation helps businesses save time and money

Every business has processes. And these processes eventually fetch money for the business. However, this doesn’t mean that tons of time should be consumed while performing these functions. Thankfully, technology helps organizations to save resources.

But how does automation save time and money? Let’s explore.

Efficiency

Errors and mistakes in business are expensive, and these inefficiencies are more prevalent where processes are performed manually. Thanks to technology, automating workflows reduces errors drastically by streamlining processes.

Machines have a predetermined set of standards. If data is entered correctly, then accurate output is certain. Unlike people, machines don’t get tired. Yes, they break, but when functioning optimally, you are guaranteed error-free processes.

Task management

As a business owner, some tasks need to be performed ASAP — but, it’s not unusual to get a blank look when asking your employees whether they have completed a specific task that you assigned to them manually. Managers can assign tasks, monitor progress, put reminders, and communicate with the teams.

Speed

When you apply technology in your processes, multiple tasks can be completed within a short time and with accuracy. With speed, you end up utilizing fewer resources and saves time as well.

Increased productivity

With automation, you do more for less. Your employees are assigned to more meaningful work instead of being stuck with tedious, repetitive tasks.

A popular misconception is that digital transformation must lead to job losses. While that could be true, business managers should focus on reassigning employees to tasks that technology can’t perform. This way, productivity is maximized as available resources are utilized efficiently.

Recovery

As business operations increase in complexity, there is always the threat of security and loss of data. Luckily, automation helps ease the pain of data loss by installing systems that aid in the safety and recovery of data.

Given that data is such an invaluable resource to most businesses, automation saves resources used to recover data.

Reduced operational costs

Every business is under pressure to deliver profits. And in such a time of need, computerization can save the day. Other than reducing employees, automation enables you to identify redundant processes, helping you cut them off.

Automatization

Helps managers monitor results, helping them develop corrective measures where there are deviations. Wastages and other inefficiencies that make operations costly are mitigated in ample time.

Faster decision making

Decision making is time-consuming, especially where information is limited. In fact, making decisions without adequate information is a recipe for disaster. Automation not only provides data but furnishes you with data analysis tools. This way, you make well-informed decisions and end up saving time and money.

Business functions you can automate

Having seen how helpful automating processes can help you save on resources, below are the business tasks you can automate.

Procurement

Procurement is one of the most paper-heavy functions in a business. Digitize the generation of purchase orders, entering invoices, and maintaining supplier records. Automating these repetitive processes can help you save time.

Payroll system

When dealing with a handful of employees, payroll management can seem easy. However, the process can be time-consuming when dealing with tens of employees. Automate the process to ensure accuracy and compliance with statutory deductions.

Calendar management

You run the risk of missing essential appointments if you rely on manual calendars. You could consider hiring someone to manage your schedule, but the cost is prohibitive.

Email management

Failure to automate emails may lead to businesses, especially small ones, missing out on prospective customers.

Customer management

Customers are your biggest asset. With this in mind, you can’t afford to miss any of their feedback. Thankfully, automation helps you track complaints, leading to prompt resolution.

Final word

It’s painful watching businesses spend most of their time performing tasks manually when they can be automated. While automation comes at a cost, the benefits are far and beyond. If you have not automated your workflows, start today. It saves you time, money, and helps you develop better oversight of your business.

SOURCE: https://www.insightssuccess.com/7-ways-your-business-can-save-time-and-money-by-automating-routine-tasks/

#areteautomation #allinonemarketingplatform #digitalmarketingautomation

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Hue and Cry

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; abuse of power, threats, chase.

This is dark!medieval!Bucky Barnes x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You notice a sudden change in Lord Barnes.

Note: This is just me being self-indulgent. I start a new job on Monday and yesterday, someone close to me passed. I’m trying to distract myself but I’m too stressed to work on an standing series. This will have at least one other part.

Thanks to everyone and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You scattered fresh herbs over the rushes carefully as you backed down the hall. The woven mats would absorb the scent and keep the floors tidy until the next sweep. When you reached the corner, you tied up the sachet and gathered up your bucket and broom. The corridors were already smelling fresher though the task had kept you well past the evening meal.

Your usual chores you assigned to Marjorie. As the years piled on her crooked back, she wasn’t as suited to the more physical tasks. Sweeping would have been too hard on her and you didn’t mind the solitary of the work.

You turned past the kitchens and stopped. Your footsteps seemed to echo behind you. You looked back but saw nothing in the shadows. It was late and most of the castle was asleep already, the torches were snuffed but for a few and you could find you way through the dark easily in the familiar castle.

You went to the rear door of the castle on the lower green, just beside the stables, and dumped the dirt. You heard the horses snoring and nicking as the moon shone down on the wood roofs. You basked for a moment in the silver light and the brisk night air. The harvest season was coming to an end and it would soon be cold.

You dropped the bar as you went back inside and returned your broom and bucket to the cellar. Again you heard a step that did not quite align with your own as you came into the corridor. You spun slowly and glanced around. Some of the younger servants were known to sneak around after hours and there was the odd mouse that skittered over the stone. You saw nothing and went on, more than ready to retire to your straw mattress beside Elsa.

“You sent the old lady,” the voice had your heart in your throat and you stopped short to bow to your liege.

“My lord, I was occupied elsewhere. Harold approved the reassignment,” you said shakily. It was unlike him to traverse the lower floors.

“She spilled wine on my tunic,” Lord Barnes said, “and she can barely see her own crooked nose.”

“My lord, she is old, we did not want her to tax herself--”

��She is a servant. Like you. You have your work and she has hers,” he stepped forward out of the dark shadows though there was no lantern or torch to limn his features, “I bid you to bring my meals and tidy my chambers, no one else. There are far too many covetous servants.”

You were put off by his confrontation. You replaced his former chambermaid several years back but Lord Barnes hardly seemed to warm to the change. He never offered more than an obligatory courtesy and when he was present during your tasks, he rarely spoke at all. Your service had been one of complacency on both sides, so you wondered why he would come to the lower floors to search you out after dark.

“I will be there tomorrow, my lord,” you said, “I apologise for my negligence.”

“And every day thus,” he demanded as he got closer.

“Yes, my lord,” you lowered your chin, “as you wish.”

He stopped only an inch from you and you felt him staring down at you. You didn’t dare look back, that would be an affront to any noble. He let out a long breath and slowly backed away.

“Go, you must be worn out from your hard work,” he retreated, “and there is as much to do on the morrow.”

“My lord,” you bent again and listened to his footsteps fade.

When you dared to look up, he was gone. The man was always particular, even those of his own standing were not guaranteed an audience, even as they visited his estate. He stayed far from court since his injury and on those occasions he did travel to the capital, it was not for more than a fortnight.

You did not take the encounter lightly. He had dismissed labour for less and you did not relish a job outside the castle, there wasn’t much to be had in the village. As dull as the work was, it provided you a place to sleep and comforts not known to many others of your breeding.

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When you went to the lord’s chambers the next morning, he was away. His horse had been saddled for an early ride and you did not expect him until his evening meal. After your tasks, you kept busy until you were due with his supper. When you arrived with the tray, he was not there. You waited but he did not appear. You left the tray covered to keep the food warm and went to attend the last of your nightly duties.

You retired without seeing the lord once. The next day passed in kind, and the next, and the next. You wondered for a moment if it was due to his ire with you but quickly shrugged away the notion. Lord Barnes did not think so much of you and his absence was not so unusual. He was a reticent man even if he was willful.

The first you saw him again was with his supper. He sat at his large carved desk as you entered with the tray and you crossed to the round painted table. He raised a hand and tutted as he didn’t look up from the parchment before him.

“Bring it here,” he ordered.

You went to him and set down the tray on the left flank of his desk. You filled his goblet and he blindly reached over to take it. He gulped and kept his head down as he picked the chicken to pieces and chewed over the inky words.

You retraced your steps to the door, usually he ate alone, as he did most things. You only returned to clear his scraps.

“Do you not see the mess?” he asked without looking up. You turned and followed his sharp point to the shelves along the wall. “It is difficult to focus in the chaos.”

“My lord,” you nodded and went to the oaken shelves. You rearranged the crooked spines and tidied the stack of loose leaves. You took the cloth from your apron and wiped down the line of inkwells. You could hear him chewing quietly behind you as he shifted in his chair.

“And you will ready my bed for the night,” he demanded as you finished up, “pull back the covers, it’s been a tiresome day.”

He lifted the parchment and leaned back as he wiped his fingers on his breeches. You acquiesced with a “yes, my lord,” and went to his bedchamber.

You folded down the heavy blankets and linen and fluffed the pillows. You took the brick from the foot of the bed and set it in the hearth. The fall slipped in through the windows and the chill of the castle was no longer so welcomed.

“I won’t need that,” Barnes said as he entered. He was so quiet, you jumped and stood straight. You spun and bowed your head.

“Will that be all, my lord?” you asked as he unbuttoned his overcoat with one hand.

“My footman has been stricken with an ague after we were caught in the rain,” he said evenly, “you can aid with my wardrobe.”

“My lord?”

“Here,” he pointed in front of him and pulled his jacket free of his left arm, “you will take these,” he handed you the garment as you neared, “to the laundries.”

You kept your eyes on the plain grey fabric as he shoved his boots aside and added his socks to your armful, then lifted his tunic as you peered at the floor. He pulled of the leather glove that hid his iron hand, the metal forged to the mirror of his real extremity. You resisted the yen to look higher up the artificial appendage.

You were unprepared to act as his footman and as he stripped away his layers it made you squirm. He rolled down his breeches and slung them over the rest of his clothes.

He stood in only in his undershorts and bent your head lower, “my lord.” You backed away and he caught your elbow. He stopped you and you hugged the pile of clothes with your other arm.

“Didn’t you miss me?” he asked.

The question struck you. You were unsure how to answer. You were used to the silent, brooding lord, not this pensive, prodding master.

“My lord?” you frowned.

“You didn’t?” he urged, “do you not enjoy your duties?”

“I am only… uncertain of what you mean, my lord. I apologise for my displeasing response but I do not know how to answer.”

You looked at his hand still on your elbow. He squeezed and slowly his palm glided up your sleeve. You shivered as he pushed his hand against your neck and his thumb tickled under your chin.

“I must confess I missed you,” he said, “I did stay away because I was upset at your absence and thought to punish you in kind but it seems, it hasn’t had the same effect.”

“What do-- my lord?” you kept your eyes down as his hand moved higher and he brushed along your lower lip.

“I know I shouldn’t let these… feelings persist but there are many lords who indulge without emotion. I assure you, I do not touch you in a meaningless manner.”

“My lord,” you took a step back and he stopped you again. This time his hand gripped your jaw. He pulled you flush to him.

“Look at me,” he hissed. Your lip trembled and you raised your eyes reluctantly, “you continue to deflect me; your lord.”

You stared at him, searched his deep blue eyes desperately, and shivered, “I only seek to fulfill my duties as your chambermaid.”

“And I offer you more. Offer you… privilege over duty,” he rasped, “I would not mistreat you.”

Your heart raced and you wiggled in his grasp. You peeked down at your armful, “I should get these to the laundries, as you bid, my lord.”

He was silent, just for a moment, then he let go of you and tore his clothes from your arm. “You would deny me?”

You stumbled back and watched him fearfully, “my lord, I only-- I am only a maid--”

“I have a dozen maids,” he growled, “I would have you as more. I would take care of you.”

He bore down on you again and you backed up until you were at the hearth, the mantle jutting out against your head. You turned your head as he loomed over you and his hot breath washed over you. His hand was again at your throat as his lips trailed along your cheek.

“A lord does not ask,” he sneered, “a servant obeys.”

“My lord--”

“Shhh,” he hushed as he turned your head and pressed his lips to yours. He parted, his nose rubbing against yours as his hand stretched over your neck, “I can be kind or I can be cruel. Thus far, I’ve spent most of my patience on you.”

You quivered as he kissed you again. You were too afraid to resist as his hand descended to your bodice and he squeezed. You gasped into his mouth and he smiled against you. He grasped your waist and pressed himself to you.

Your blood went cold as the panic rose up your spine. As he tugged at your skirts, you were blinded by fear. You reached up along the mantle as he dipped his head to kiss your neck. You couldn’t think through your shock, your body seemed to move off instinct.

You grasped the beaten metal vase and swung it down on Lord Barnes’ head. He grunted and stumbled back as he touched his head and tried to shake away the pain of the impact. You tossed the vase and it bounced over the stone as you scurried for the door. You tripped as you reached the receiving chamber and heard him behind you, his steps slowly gaining strength.

“You little bitch,” his tone turned to fire.

You struggled to get the heavy door open and raced into the hall. You lifted your skirts as you barreled ahead of him on the stone. Your thin soles slapped the mats and you hurdled down the stairs as you heard his pants coupled with your own. Down and down and down and down.

You led him through the mazed corridors and flitted out through the lower doors behind the stables. You fell into the dirt and quickly climbed back to your feet. You tore off across the yard as he swore into the air and his steps came to a halt.

“I will find you!” he shouted as you head for the wall, your only hope was the tree winding up the east corner, “You won’t get far!” You reached the trunk of the towering oak and your hands scraped against the bark as you hopped and latched onto the lowest branch. You heard him calling to others, “saddle my horse! Rise and ready my horse, boy!”

You reached the top of the wall, weak and worn and hooked your leg over the stone. You carefully scaled the uneven brickwork and the tangled vines. As your feet met the dirt, you turned and fled towards the tree line, darkened with the myths of vengeful wraiths and wicked witches, driven by the threat of a worse monster behind you, the voices and hooves an omen of his intent.

#Bucky Barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #medieval #medieval au #medieval!au #fic #miniseries #dark fic #dark!fic #mcu #marvel #au #winter soldier

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gubler-me-up · 4 years

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Friendly Competition

Request: Ok so the bau reader and Spencer aren’t dating but have been like hanging out and going for dinner and doing movie nights and such (not calling anything a date tho), and then on a case an officer is all flirty with the reader over the few days that they’ve been there and spencer gets all moody and jealous and is kind of a jerk and has to apologize but it also pushes him to finally ask the reader out on a real date

A/N: Thanks for the request, anon! Sorry this took me so long to publish like tf I could have finished this yesterday, but I took a lil (two hour) nap and then goofed around on my laptop for hours a mess i know. All that being said this was a request I loved writing because who doesn’t love a jealous Spencer? Enjoy! (side note: I wrote this fic without specifying a gender/specific pronouns to include readers who do not identify as female/woman/she/her. I’m trying my hand at it here because the request only said BAU reader, so I thought it might be nice to make this request more inclusive. To whoever sent this in, I hope that’s okay with you and that you like it!)

Couple: Spencer Reid/Bau!Reader

Category: Angsty fluff

Content warning: Slight mention of murder

Word count: 2.3k

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You and Spencer were sitting in the conference room in the Dallas Police department. You and the team had been called in to investigate a series of female bodies popping up in a river bed. It had been two days since you had reached Dallas and the case was making a bit of progress.

Hotch had assigned you and Spencer to tackle geographical profiling. Geographical profiling wasn’t your natural talent, but the dynamic energy you and Spencer had at work was undeniable. Outside of work it was even better. Recently you had found yourself going on outings with Spencer. Whenever he wanted to do something you were the first person he would ask.

It was quite fun hanging out with Spencer after work. Whether it was a movie, dinner or stroll through the park, he made it the best time for you. You found him entertaining and charming on these special occasions. You hoped he would want to ask you out on an official date.

In the meantime though, you two worked diligently on solving the case at hand. You both were looking at a map of the area and pinpointing spots these women were last seen alive. Your mapping was interrupted by a knock on the door. You both turned around to see officer Mark Lucas at the doorway with his hands behind his back.

He had been around during the several conversations detective Frederick had with the team. Every time he looked at you with star-spangled eyes. He would repeatedly ask you if you needed anything as well. The day prior he asked if you wanted anything for dinner and the both of you could go get it. You politely declined, but found it cute how intrigued he was by you.

Spencer on the other hand found it quite obnoxious. Every time Mark would compliment you, touch you or stand slightly too close to you, you could feel Spencer’s blood pressure rise. Mark’s admiration for you was for sure overbearing and he made it known loud and proud. He would take any opportunity to flirt with you and every time Spencer would make sure you knew he was upset.

He smiled at you. “So, what’s that beautiful mind of yours thinking of?”

You tried to hide your blush by looking away from him. He definitely had an undeniable southern charm about him. You looked over to Spencer to see him roll his eyes at what Mark had said. You could tell since day one he didn’t like Mark’s presence. He would always look at him weird or roll his eyes.

“We’re just doing some geographical profiling,” you explained.

“I thought you were hard at work. Bet you’re pretty hungry,” he said and then revealed what was behind his back.

It was a white paper bag. He placed it in front of you and eagerly awaited as you opened it to inspect what was inside. It was a sandwich, bottle of water and fries from a local diner you had mentioned to him yesterday. He was definitely a good listener.

You smiled. “Thank you, Mark. I really appreciate it.”

“A man like me couldn’t bear to see you work so hard as you do and not supply you with food. It’s the minimum I could do for an extraordinary person like you, Y/N,” he said.

“There are women popping up dead down the road and you can’t bear seeing Y/N hungry? Makes me wonder where your real priorities are at,” Spencer bitterly said.

You were taken aback by his snippy tone. You had never heard Spencer talk to anyone besides a suspect or unsub like that. You were starting to wonder if he had the same hatred towards Mark. You didn’t get why though. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive or anything.

Mark smiled at him. “Don’t take this gesture as me not caring about the crime, agent, because I do. I just thought you folk would be hungry doing all this hard work.”

“First of all, it’s Doctor and if that’s true then I guess you must have left my lunch back at the diner,” Spencer said as he got up from his seat.

“Where are you going? We still have to finish this geographical profile,” you said.

“I’m going on a lunch break as well. More than one of us needs to eat,” he said as he started walking towards the door.

“Well, if this spot’s empty, may I keep you company?” Mark said as he took Spencer’s seat beside you.

You smiled at him. “Go ahead.”

“Don’t you have some paperwork or something you have to do?” Spencer asked.

Mark looked at him with a playful confused face. “I thought we were on lunch break?”

Spencer opened his mouth to say something back to Mark which you knew would be vicious. You looked at him and shook your head, discouraging the bickering from going any further. He rolled his eyes and walked out of the room. You and Mark watched as he walked off. You sighed and shook your head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout him, darlin’. He just needs to take a break to cool off,” Mark assured you.

You shrugged. “I guess, but I hate seeing him upset.”

“He just needs some space. After he gets something in his system he’ll be brand new. Maybe if you start eating too you’ll feel better as well,” Mark said.

You smiled. “I guess so.”

After having lunch with Mark, he had to go back to his patrol duty for the afternoon. It was nice having some company while you ate. Spencer hadn’t come back like you thought he would since he usually only drinks coffee for lunch anyway. It was probably for the best since Mark was taking every moment you two spent together to shower you with endless compliments. If Spencer was there he would have definitely had a few words to say.

You walked down the hall to go to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle. Before you entered you saw Spencer walking your way with a coffee in his hand. You smiled and waved at him as he looked at you with a smile as well.

“I see you needed a bit of coffee to brighten your mood,” you said.

“I think I needed a break from seeing that officer drool all over you,” he said.

You rolled your eyes. “He wasn’t drooling over me.”

“He’s been drooling over you ever since we’ve got here and you eat it up. No need to deny it, Y/N,” he said.

“Whatever, it’s not even important right now. We’ll get back to work as soon as I fill up my water bottle,” you said as you walked into the kitchen.

You heard Spencer’s footsteps follow you inside the kitchen. To both of your surprise, Mark was in there getting ready to take the trash out. He saw you walk in and instantly smiled.

“Hello, beautiful. Don’t you have some work you need to be finishing up?” Mark asked with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, I’m just filling up my water bottle before Spencer and I get back to it,” you said as you approached the sink.

He walked up to you. “Allow me. Can’t have you working too hard on little tasks like this.”

“Y/N’s capable of turning on a tap and filling a water bottle,” Spencer snapped.

“No need to have your knickers in a knot, agent. It’s just some good ol’ southern hospitality I’m offering to Y/N,” he said.

“I’m flattered, really, Mark, but I don’t want you to miss your patrol duty and get into trouble,” you said.

“No need to worry, gorgeous. I had to clean the kitchen up a little first anyway. I don’t mind making your day a bit easier,” he said.

“Okay, you know what, whenever you two are serious about finding this unsub, let me know,” Spencer said as he turned around to walk out the door.

“Spencer, are you serious right now? You don’t think we’re serious about finding this unsub?” You asked.

He turned around. “I know you somewhat are, Y/N, but the southern hospitality oriented officer isn’t. I’ll finish the geographical profile on my own. Hotch needs some help with interviews anyway.”

You looked at him in shock. “It’s one thing to be a jerk, but to reassign me to do something else is another thing.”

You turned around to quickly fill up your water bottle and then stormed up to Spencer. You could tell by his eyes he started to feel bad about what he had said. You didn’t care though. If this was how he was going to deal with his jealousy towards Mark, it was time to give him some space. He needed some time to find the real reason why he had to make his jealousy go so far.

“I’m going to Hotch now. Talk to me when you decide you don’t want to be a child anymore,” you said.

Before Spencer could say anything to you, you stormed off. You didn’t want to hear him explain himself because you knew it would be some weak excuse. You soon shed what had occurred in the kitchen, so you could focus on interviewing with Hotch. The case was more important at the moment than immature boy drama.

The next day you were out on the road with Hotch, JJ and Rossi as all of you went to the areas the victims were last seen. The geographical profile Spencer had finished was handy, you had to admit. Would have probably been even better if you could have helped finish it.

On the way back to the police department, you thought about if Spencer had gotten over his jealousy. You had never seen him act so viciously to another man before. You guess Mark was coming on a bit strong, but Spencer and you weren’t much more outside of friends. His actions made you wonder if he saw you as something more.

When you and everyone else arrived at the station, you decided you wanted to use the washroom before helping them deliver the profile. Hotch had allowed everyone ten minutes to prep before they delivered the profile. As you made your way towards the washroom, something caught your eye in the conference room. You saw Spencer sitting in there alone. He looked as if he was in deep thought.

Your curiosity got the best of you and you walked into the room. He hadn’t noticed you since his eyes were still focused on the table, eyebrows still furrowed. You slightly cleared your throat to get his attention. His head immediately shot up and when he saw it was you, his face soon softened.

“I wasn’t expecting you guys to be back so early,” he said as he sat up in his chair.

“Well, we have everything we need to deliver the profile now,” you said.

“I see. Do you have a few minutes to spare before then?” He asked.

You shrugged. “I guess I have some time to spare for you.”

He smiled as he pulled out the chair to his right for you. You walked over and took your seat. You could already tell by his face how sorry he was about yesterday. He looked adorable as his face was slightly pink with embarrassment and you could tell he was searching for the right words to say to you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about my behaviour yesterday. It was out of line and I shouldn’t have said you didn’t care about the case,” he apologized.

“Why were you so angry? Is someone a bit jealous of Mark?” You asked.

He looked down in embarrassment. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“What? I can’t hear you with your face to the floor,” you said.

He looked up into your eyes. “I guess I am jealous of Mark. He shows you this undying admiration and love and I thought you were enjoying his company more than you could ever enjoy mine.”

“What? That’s nearly impossible, Spence. I love your company the most,” you assured him.

“Again, I wasn’t thinking rationally for the past few days. I thought about it last night and I think why this jealousy flared up so much is because I thought I was too late.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Too late for what?”

“Too late to actually ask you out on a real date. I’ve been meaning to, but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to.”

“Why did you think I didn’t want to?”

“Because I didn’t think you saw me more than a friend, so I built an irrational sense of jealousy over that assumption.”

You sighed, but it soon turned into a giggle. “I thought Doctorate graduates had to do labs before publishing their research? You’re out here making all these assumptions without even testing it first.”

He chuckled. “I know, it was stupid of me to do and I’m sorry again.”

“No hard feelings at all.”

He smiled as he eagerly looked at you. You looked at him confused as you didn’t know what he was waiting for. Then his face turned into a worried expression which made you look at him worried.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“You didn’t answer if you’d actually want to go out on a real date or not,” he said.

You laughed. “Spence, actually ask me in context. What you said didn’t count as a question, it was a confession.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay. Would you want to go out on a real date with me?”

“Only on one condition,” you said.

He looked at you confused. “Anything. What’s the condition?”

“I get to revoke your Doctorate until you prove to me why they gave you three again because I think they need to reevaluate your critical thinking skills,” you joked.

He laughed. “Almost anything.”

You both laughed as you two headed out of the conference room. As you both headed out you saw Mark walking towards you two. In a second Spencer grabbed your hand to hold it. You looked at him and saw him beaming with pride as you two walked by Mark. You rolled your eyes. No matter how smart a man was, a man in love would always be dumb.

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#spencer reid #dr. spencer reid #dr.spencer reid #Spencerreid #Criminal Minds #criminalminds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid request #spencer reid fic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #mgg #Matthew Gray Gubler #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

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tetrakys · 3 years

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Eldarya A New Era - episodes 1 and 2

Let’s start with a brief recap and then my comments at the end.

Not much happens plot-wise, which makes sense since the first chapters are always about exposition and introducing the characters.

Episode 1:

We wake up in the new Crystal room and are swiftly taken by Huang Hua to the infirmary, we are perfectly healthy and have a chance to meet one of our old friends. Since we have been revered as a deity for the past 7 year sin the Crystal, Huang Hua has to make an announcement to the whole HQ saying that we are back into the living world, then we can finally explore HQ, meet old and new friends, get a new outfit and later attend a party in our honour. This is pretty much the plot of the first episode.

Episode 2:

In the second we have the chance of picking a Guard to belong to, Huang offered the Light one but Erika refuses because she doesn’t feel ready yet. We also get a new sword that Jamon has created for us and we can train a bit with him, afterwards we join a mission and go the forest. Once there we realise there is something wrong, as if some areas looked corrupted. We find a hurt companion and a very human shotgun bullet next to it and an evil-looking companion who attacks us causing us to end our very first mission at the infirmary, as usual. Once we are back on our feet we talk to Huang Hua about the bullet and realise that there is something she is hiding from us, then we help Ewe making a potion to save the companion. The companion got attached to us so we decide to adopt it.

Now a bit of info dump about the characters:

Huag Hua is the new head of the guard since Miiko went back to her family obligations. She is no longer the Phoenix apprentice although we don’t know why yet, she is in a romantic committed relationship with Ewelein who is still the head of the infirmary and member of the Light Guard.

Aleja and Sonse got married and left, Colaja joined them and she and Jamon broke up since he stayed. He was sad for a bit but then got over it. Kero left when most people left no one knows where he is. Ezarel left with Twilda and Mary Anne to try to make a new life for themselves. Memoria disappeared and no one knows what happened to it and all the dragon spirits. Karuto is still he chef and he became much nicer in time, also is food much better after fruits and vegetables in Eldarya became edible. There is speculation about his relationship with Feng Zifu who is still very polite but much older looking, however nothing confirmed yet.

Huang Chu is the new head of the Absynth Guard, she looks and acts kinda strict and matter-of-factly but she is also surprisingly open-minded, she encourages Erika to think with her own head and never blindly accept anyone’s order not even her own. She doesn’t get along with Mathieu at all.

Koori is a kitsune member of the Absynth Guard, she is funny, provocative and flirty. She wants to become friend with Erika and even flirts a bit. We see her both flirting with and mercilessly teasing Mathieu, not sure if she’s actually hitting on him or playing him, but this seems to be her normal behaviour.

Chrome is now the head of the Shadow Guard, he and Karenn are still together and while he is the official head it seems that she is his boss as usual so hierarchy is a bit blurry. The both became more mature in time, she is less into gossip and he went through a rough self-blaming patch, but he looks pretty happy right now, eating a lot and constantly making lame jokes, and she seems to have become a real fighter (everyone is recommending to never train with her).

Adalric is a sylph, Erika comments he kinda looks like a genie. He has constantly his head in the clouds forgetting all the most trivial tasks, he talks with the stars and the wind apparently.

Ophelia is this little girl we see for just a moment, we feel that she has the same aura as the Oracle, we hug her but she just smile and leaves. We are told she showed up after the White Sacrifice and no one actually knows anything about her, not even if she sleeps and eats and where.

Mathieu is a human who stumbled in a mushroom cricle about one year ago, he was sort of a recluse with no friends nor family on Earth, only thinking about fantasy and adventure, so he is very happy to be in Eldarya and couldn’t care less about going back to Earth. To his dismay the test assigned him to the Absynth Guard and he’s constantly hoping to be reassigned to the Obsidian instead. He’s the happy-go-lucky type but seems to also have a certain depth that we will hopefully find out.

Nevra is now a member of the Light Guard and Huang Hua’s right hand (he basically got Leiftan’s old job). He looks more severe and it seems that the events of S1 hardened him. He is back to his slutty ways but in episode he admits frivolous relationships don’t bring him happiness.

Leiftan got out of the Crystal with us but it took longer for him to wake up. He says that he needs to find himself and wants to put distance between him and everyone else, in fact he refuses to rejoin the Guard. When Erika asks him to train her aengel powers he refuses and says that he won’t ever touch a blade again and will never be responsible of further violence. Nevra can’t stand him at the moment because he thinks he is escaping his responsibilities.

COMMENTS:

Since people liked the expression I’m going to repeat it again, let’s address the elephant in the room first. (Guys “elephant in the room” is a figure of speech, it’s not a real elephant lol). No one mentioned who is the head of the Obsidian Guard, when Erika tries to ask one time the subject is swiftly changed and people seem to go out of their way to not go there. Everyone, including their grandparents, their cousins, neighbours and the cousins of their neighbours has figured out that the head of Obsidian is Lance, who is name dropped constantly. I know that there are some people who still like to live in denial, kudos to them. BV all but told me that Lance is coming in episode 3 before Christmas, the release pace is like MCL’s so I’m expecting episodes every second Wednesday of the month at this point, but we’ll see.

The situation with Nevra and Leiftan is heavy not gonna lie. I’ve only played the episode with Nevra so far and my heart broke in tiny pieces, but I want to savour the angst and enjoy the ride. I don’t blame either of the two, Leiftan went from traitor to saviour in a matter of what two days? He had not time to think about his choices and properly reflect on himself. I think it’s fair that the writing his giving him a bit of depth as a character now and not just using him for his abs and to kill and save people when needed. So yeah, I approve him going to therapy or whatever is going to do to achieve self-growth.

Nevra is a bit trickier, he spent one year moping in front of the Crystal every day, then moved on simply out of survival, and he’s well aware that the life he has now brings him no joy so one would think he would jump into Erika’s arms immediately? He is probably still very much hurting about everything that happened and he still has a fight or flight reaction about everything regarding it, his subconscious reaction when he saw Erika must have been DANGERDANGER RUN. Sleep around is easier because he doesn’t care and can’t be hurt again. While I can understand this, I also think it’s pretty cowardly and I would’ve liked to have given the reaction to get mad, to demand him to spend time with us, because yes he hurt but we spent 7 freaking years in a coma and no time has passed for us, the day before we were swearing love to each other and now this coldness. And yes I could’ve chosen angrier options with him instead of being understanding, but then my LoM would’ve dropped.

So what I think I’m trying to say is that I would like to have the option of getting mad without having devastating consequences on all the relationships. I know that the next episode is called Rage-something so I am hoping Erika will blow up. We are probably going to run into Lance, find out that he’s been forgiven and working with the Guard and go full violent mode. And hopefully she will get mad with the other guys as well. Homegirl needs to unleash since episode 13 AT LEAST.

Also, since Leiftan refused to train her, I’m expecting that Lance will at some point. Sweaty training sessions with a strict instructor who she kinda hates but also kinda thirst for... 😏😏😏 I have expectations now.

My general comment is that I like the writing so far, I see much improvement from the previous season although it’s too early to judge. I loved the shade thrown at Miiko and the Guard test, you can really tell the writer’s thoughts sometimes, he uses Mathieu to tell us what he thinks.

The one think I didn’t like is that, while I can understand most of the choices and the events of these two episodes, I don’t understand how the writing can justify Erika not looking for Ezarel if she were on her route. No time has passed for her, anyone would go looking for their lover in a situation like this, not just “oh well, he’s gone”. I know he can’t be brought back, but give me a good, logical reason in game. (Also, I hope to never see him and Valkyon as secondary non-datable characters because I would die inside).

About the other characters, I like Koori and Huang Chu, I don’t like Adalric, just personal taste, he seems to be the type of person who would be into yoga and spiritualism and it’s just not me at all lol.

#eldarya #eane #tetra eldarya rambling #a new era #eldarya recap

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mintvender · 3 years

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Hi there! Can I request the boys' reaction to you being jealous? Maybe Y/N saw someone flirt with the boys'? 💓

Ooh yes, enjoy 🌿💚💚

Harem!AU

BTS’s Reaction to You Getting Jealous

Warning: Slight suggestive moments, killing ( please keep in mind that this story is set in a historical setting where killing was considered to be a normal occurrence)

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Kim Taehyung

You and Taehyung were on one of your guys’ rare missions set out by the organization. Even if you are the ruler, your original roots are from the organization so you are obligated to carry a mission when needed. This mission is one of those that is set in a very luxurious brothel. The target is a wellknown business man who has a hobby of meeting up with beauties at night. To say the least, every beauty that is here tonight is more than what meets the eyes. Most would say that they are desperate for money, others would think that they are born from lust, itself; however, whatever way an individual choose to believe, it all comes down to their first night together. Once they have done the deed, those people are forever hooked with those venomous snakes.

Your guys’ organization is very hidden even in the underworld, so all members must wear a covering to prevent exposing their identity. Y/N was wearing a full on mask that represent your alias ‘ Pheonix’. Unlike you, Taehyung chosed to be more revealing and risky, wearing only a thin black veil that can easily be ripped off. Of course, with his not very strong physique, it is extremely risky for him to wear such a frail covering but you decided not to say anything as it is in his right to wear anything he wanted to. But what you are going to do is stick by his side while holding a sword for the rest of the night.

Like any other missions, this one went smoothly. You both managed to finish the guy without anyone noticing courtesy to your deathly abilities and Taehyung’s sharp mind. What didn’t go as plan was that one of the snakes managed to ripped Taehyung’s veil off, revealing his pretty face. Further more, the ‘beauty’ thought that it would be alright to flirt and woo him into her bed. Furious at how daring she was, you decided that it was finally time to end her career. Unsheathing your sword, it only took a few movements of your experienced hand for the deed to be done. Taehyung, confused at what had happened could only offer you a stunned expression. Deciding not to answer him, you sped up your pace, leaving him to run after you. Ignoring him on the way, Taehyung could only pout, trying to get you to forgive him. When he finally managed to forced an answer out of you, he found himself snuggling himself in your hold, trying to persuade you to forgive him; promising that he would not be that reckless again.

“ Y/NNNN, talk to me please? I won’t do it again. I will stick to your side the next time we’re on another mission so forgive me. Please?”

Kim Namjoon

Have you ever have an apprentice that never leaves your side the moment they saw you? Well congratulations, this is one of those scenarios. Recently, you have decided to start enlisting many potential talents for the countless open spots in the various offices. Unsurprisingly, the medicinal department was also short of staff so they were in need of receiving more apprentices. As the head of the department, Namjoon has the final say on who is allowed to enter the department. Lucky for him not for you tho, there are many unpolished gem that wants these positions. Being the wise person he is, he managed to earn the respect of many adolescents on the very first day. All of them were curious children who needed a mentor to help guide them in order to become successful. To Namjoon, there was a particular apprentice that stood out to him. She was very interested in medicine and is highly intelligent in the field so he decided to let her be his private apprentice— who stays by his side every second he is in office and maybe even more.

Anyways, with how much that little girl is staying with Namjoon, it would make sense that she would also accompany him for your monthly checkup as well. The moment you saw that girl walk through the door, you were stunned. Stunned for Namjoon breaking the organization’s rules, and stunned that the girl managed to catch Namjoon’s attention that he was willing to even set his life on the line for her. Before Namjoon could explain the reason of that girl being there, you decided that it was within your right to kick the both of them out. Now, this might be the reason listed above and could be more but for Namjoon, he interpreted your commands as a warning. That if he were to expose his identity, he will absolutely receive none of your help and will have to deal with that on his own.

Acknowledging that you were probably right, he decided to reassigned the girl to another physician after your multiple attempts of ignoring him — not wanting to get in between his problems as it’s too risky. The next time you guys’ had a monthly checkup, the girl was nowhere in sight but your silent treatment still remained firm. Knowing that it was his fault, Namjoon could only apologize and would not do it again. He then slowly walked over to the desk near your bed and began making a concoction of herbs to help calm you down. However, unlike his usual calm self, he had clumsily shattered a few bowls while at it. Y/N could only sighed before bending down and cleaning it up before going over to him to check on his wounds. How could you let your intelligent yet clumsy physician if he were to break things everytime he crawl back to you and apologize?

“ I apologized, Y/N. I was not in my right state of mind to consider the possible risks that it would bring to our organizations. I was too excited when I saw her thesis that I completely lost my rationale.”

Jung Hoseok

Because of his wretched father, Hoseok found himself having to return to his old home every couple of weeks. His father had complained to you that Hoseok was neglecting his maternal family the moment that he was wedded to you. Y/N, not wanting to create a bigger mess, managed to convince Hoseok to return to his home every once in awhile which leads us back to the current situation. Before Hoseok got wedded to Y/N, he already had a fiancé which he has bonded throughout most of his childhood. Of course, Hoseok only saw her as a friend who he has a platonic relationship with or simply a sister, but that was far from what the girl had wanted. His ex-fiancé, Miyoung was studying abroad so she was not immediately notified of him entering the harem but the minute she got informed, she was packing her belongings and heading back.

The trip started out as any other with Hoseok getting greeted the moment he enters the front yard by the matriarch along with his father and countless servants. This time however, the moment he saw Miyoung standing courteously behind his father, Hoseok wanted nothing more than to run for the carriage that had already left. You see, when Miyoung confessed her feelings to him—who did not her and got rejected; she did everything in her power to get engaged to him and that was how she became his fiancé. From that day on, Hoseok’s relationship with her only continued to sour before they were not contacting for months on end when she’s studying abroad. The matriarch—who did not agreed on him marrying Y/N, purposely set the both of them together, wanting the pair to interact together. This idea was not only reckless and unecessary as it it basically threading your position as his spouse and have him cheat on the ruler of the nation. Hoseok’s matriarch had also stupidly decided to invite you to come as well, wanting you to witness the couple’s strong bond personally.

Knowing that you could not deny her offer as they are still one of the major families, you had coincidentally entered the room at the time when Miyoung was being extra touchy. The sight, however, did not stunned you but only made you more confused. Questions began to erupt from your mouth asking about the situation while watching Hoseok desperately trying to escape Miyoung’s grip the moment he saw you. Expectedly, the matriarch’s answer is utter garbage, knowing that this is all a setup. Deciding to just stand there and wait for Hoseok to escape from Miyoung, you observed the main contirbutor’s expressions, silently judging their ability to properly. But the moment Hoseok managed to move within your arm’s length, you could feel his little suprised gasp as you pulled him into your hold before leading him out of the place not before warning to not touch what is yours. On your guys’ way home, Hoseok tried to explain what you had witnessed but instead got the silent treatment. Let’s say that it was extremely daring to touch a assassin’s possessions but a nation’s ruler as well is simply too moronically.

“ It was not what you think, your highness. We may not know each other for long but I’m incredibly loyal! That girl was my fiancé before I got wedded to you but I don’t love her! Please believe me!”

Min Yoongi

You getting jealous with Yoongi would happened on a blue moon as he is frequently seen by your side and that most people inside the palace hate his family too much to hit on him but it does still happen. Like any other day, Yoongi is with you in your office helping you with the minor tasks. Seeing how he was getting comfortable with the tasks you had given him, you decided that it was time for him to interact with some other officers in the smaller departments. Yoongi, of course was extremely nervous but wanted to make you proud so he quickly set off to his destination. The task you assigned was quite simple; getting the finished manuscripts that have been assigned yesterday. Everything seemed to go smoothly but what did not was the officers’ attitude towards Yoongi.

As they were considered to be quite young, they must have not know that the boy that is getting is one of your consorts as Yoongi usually prefers to dress in casual clothing; they decided that it was appropriate to flirt with him during office hours. With him having a more petite and delicate figure, it was extremely easy to turn him into their little doll— well or so they had thought. Sensing their hidden intentions towards him, Yoongi quickly asked for the needed documents before hurriedly making his way back. Unfortunately, before he can make his way past the entrance, a pair of hands grabbed his torso, restricting his movement. The officer began to whisper disgusting words in his hears causing Yoongi to instinctly attemp escape. Thanks to his previous training, he managed to escape their grip and ran out of the office, desperately running back to you.

Unexpedtly the officers decided to chase him, still thinking that his master is some low-rank minister that they could easily persuade. Lucky for them, Yoongi directly ran towards your courtyard but before they managed to realized where he was heading towards, they were caught by the guards that had seen the commotion. The moment that Yoongi ran into you arms, you felt your adrenaline spiked as your poor consort slightly trembles and only offered you faint whimpers as answers to your questions. Deciding that this was not meant for him, you assigned another type of tasks after he ha recovered. To say the least, those officers were never seen again the morning after that.

“ T-t-hey touched me while whispered those erotic words in my ears. I’m sorry, you majesty, I couldn’t acomplished the task when they trapped me in their hold. I began to panicked and...”

Jeon Jungkook

Aside from being a bastard’s child, Jungkook could also be described as an outstanding male from many perspectives. So of course, many girls and eunuchs would be constantly be flirty with the young guard. Many, however, is smart enough to avoid doing said activities around you but there are still some that does not have the brain to think rationally. The longer he is under your teaching, the more polite he becomes. Unfortunately, his seemingly innocent greetings was misunderstood by these brainless fellows which resulted in quite a few episodes of misunderstanding. To Jungkook, he is using the people around him as a tool to help him enhance his logical thinking to not burden you as much but it seemed like his efforts had caused quite the tensions within the harem. Many maids would began to form groups and bet on who would end up with him. The competitions began to become so popular tha it even reaches your ears!

As you became more aware of the gossips within the harem, many are targeted towards your personal bodyguard. As the days goes by, the seemingly pile of gossips about Jungkook became to get bigger until you decided that it would be best to stop his lessons altogether deeming that it was no use to him. As first, Jungkook was quite confused on how sudden you decided to cancel his lessons and ultimately blamed it on himself. Thinking that he had burdened you, Jungkook once again turned into his past self. Hiding his emotions as it does not matter how much he tries to improve on himself if his master does not think that he is worthy.

However, before he gets fully entitled to that state, you managed to come in at the right time and bring him out again. This is however, quite the process as he now want you to be proud of him. His self-esteem would not be as high as before as he had already registered in his mind that he had dissapointed you. Even though the process would take awhile, the end result would be worth it. Jungkook would be his best self yet and is continually striving to make you proud of him.

“ I know that you are dissapoin— you’re not? No, you must be lying! If you aren’t dissapointed then why did you have to stop the lessons. Was I too troublesome? I’m not? Are you sure? You must be accountable to your words and resume our lessons, then!”

Kim Seokjin

As a merchant, Seokjin is known to be skillful in negotiating terms with different customers. Most of the times, it would benefit his business but at the same time, his relationship with you would be on a thin string. As you guys continue to bond, different feelings would naturally develop and jealousy would definately not be excluded.

With the Y/N dynasty being a new dynasty, it would make sense that you have to put in much more effort to gain alliances with the surrounding countries neighbouring you. And of course, one of the princess that was sent as an ambassador had to know the talented merchant in some sort of way. You then found out that the two became friends over their love for jewelry and talking about whatever through the night and into the early mornings. Seeing how closed they were, you decided that it would be incredibly polite for you to ignore them and focus your attention on the rest of your guests and your consorts.

Usually, whenever Seokjin would offer you a flirty comment, you woul jokingly replied back with another one of sort as well but that was not what happened tonight. Your replies towards his jokes were quite distant and cold with you having your attention on someone as but him. Seokjin, who was not used to this treatment soon found out your reasons after the banquet and ultimately decided to tease you which only ended in him whining about how childish you’re being.

“ You’re jealous! Over her? HAH! You must have fallen in love with my handsome face... Why are you not saying anything? You’re ignoring such a handsome face, how could you!”

Park Jimin

Unlike Jungkook who does not care about people who perceive him, Jimin takes the extra mile to make sure that everyone see how beautiful he is. His fame within the harem immediately skyrocketed the moment he took up the title as one of the consort. It was to be expected with how frequent he flirted with the maids whenever he pass by them. Of course, he only think that it was fun to tease them as his main goal is still you after all.

Every year, the entire country would celebrate one of its most important holidays— Seollal, where it is one of the only days where festivals are around every direction you look at, and family would reunite with each other to welcome the new year. Within the palace, however, it is celebrated a little different; a full fledge banquet is arranged on the night before the new year and with Jimin leading the performance. With his skillful moves that had took years to master, everyone can agreed that it was a pleasure to look at. What did not please you was how revealing your consort’s attire was. With every move, the fabric was seemingly getting looser that you would have stop the performance already if you were not the of the highest authority in the room. What made it worse was how much eye contact he managed to make with you during his performance, and to say that you were not angry was simply outright lying.

The moment his performance had ended, you decided that Jimin had been working too hard lately and is in desperate need of relaxing. Thinking that he finally push you off the edge, Jimin happily accept your offer and left. What he had not unexpected was you taking him out on a walk when the banquet had ended. You even had the guts to act like nothing had happened hours before this resulting in him yelling at you before grumpily storming back to his courtyard, sulking in his room. Y/N could only laugh seeing his reaction before running towards his room to comfort the boy, deciding that they have teased him enough.

“ Why are you here? No, don’t you dare enter! GET OUT! Hmph, how dare you pretend like nothing happened and teased about it? Didn’t I say that you are not allowed in here? Hmph, fine, come in.”

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Steve Rogers - Promise

A/N - So, this is my first marvel imagine? I haven’t watched all the films yet, I’m halfway through and watching them all in chronological order, but I couldn’t resist because I love Steve Rogers. So much. Once I’ve finished watching, I'll probably realise a shit tonne of mistakes in this, but please don’t judge. Apologies for any typos and incorrect information. GIF credits to owner.

Warnings - angst, smut so 18+ please; fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do it), borderline ‘captain’ kink, 5k.

Summary - you’re an admin worker in stark tower, an average working girl except for one thing, you have a superior memory, one that has aided you many a time. But when you’re leading Cap on a mission and it gets cut off, is it because of your memory, or are you just letting your crush on Steve cloud any reasonable thinking?

YOU LOVE YOUR JOB, there’s no denying it. You’re young, a Brit in America, just working to help with your future, but after how well it’s been going recently? You don’t think you’ll want to leave.

You’re an admin at Stark Tower. Not that one is really needed with all of Tony’s tech, and the fact that everyone is more than capable of sorting themselves out, it’s just fun to be around. Not only do you complete all the stenography and spreadsheets that don’t necessarily have to do with anyone specific, but you also do many of the more artistic plans and are everyone’s personal therapist. You probably don’t help your own cause - leaving your door propped open with a book to let anyone drift in and out of their own accord at any given time, unless you’re properly working, and then they know to find you in your office. Yes, your very own office.

Recently, with you becoming more and more familiar with the workings of all the residents, growing more knowledgeable of their work lives, picking up the lingo and everyone’s gladness at your perfect, imperturbable memory, you’re slowly being given more tasks. This could be anything from mission reassignment to looking through months old footage, but you’ve been helping out over the system on a couple of missions. You really feel like one of the team even though you know you’re far from it. Sleeping in the tower helps, as well as being welcomed by everyone every meal time that you sit together, especially the way they test your memory trick and always seem completely amazed at how you remember the most obscure details. Anything from the exact positioning of a birth mark on someone that Natasha took down the first week you began working, to the precise measurement of metal that Tony needed to complete a new project, to the freckle on Steve’s bare ass that one time he had to use your shower-

That escalated quickly.

Currently, you’re in your office, daydreaming and completely wistfully thinking. You have no trouble remembering every conversation you and Steve have ever had, not that many admittedly, but he’s always been so kind to you. He was the first one to truly make you feel part of the team, welcoming you with a hug before holding you at arms length and brushing a crease from the arm of your blouse. You’re not really sure if he’d seen anyone dress that way, since all the girls he was around were always in their kick ass clothes, gym shorts or comfies, so you wandering around day in day out and wearing frilly Victorian-era blouses paired with short, tight pencil skirts and Louboutin stilettos may have been a shock to his system. It wasn’t with any agenda in mind that you did this, merely a mix of modesty and business woman style. Every word Cap has ever said flies through your mind, the impeccable memory of the way his exquisite nylon suit clings to him in all the right places...

Steve is the only guy you’ve fancied for a while, the only person you’ve ever really gone for emotionally, and all of that is because he’s such a cute human being; so genuine, so upbeat around you, so supportive, and his smile. Goddamn his smile. He’s just too cute for life, which is also why you should really be concentrating, considering you’re supposed to be monitoring his mission.

“Y/N, are you there? I think somethings happening, someone’s here that we didn’t know about, where do I go?”

His usually soft voice is frantic, and you can tell he’s a little scared, since this was supposed to be a simple solo mission, in and out, but now you’re having to recite an escape route.

“Turn left at the end of that corridor, half way down there’s a grate on the wall. Pull it off, climb inside.” You tell him as calmly as you can, but even your heart is beating out of your chest, breathing laboured and a slight sweat forming on your forehead.

“I’m in, sweetheart. What next?” Not the right time for your heart to flutter at his words, especially not the time to imagine the way his raspy morning voice would curl around those very same Few words...

“Follow the route, it’ll bring you out in a downstairs kitchen area that was empty last time I checked, I’ll look again...” you trail off, clicking off the one screen with the dot of his whereabouts to check the surveillance, and he seems to be safe.

You hear his breathing calm down as he crawls through the ventilation system, but even as you flick through every camera that you’ve been able to access in the building he’s in and the surrounding area, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary apart from a couple of unconscious, probably dead blokes scattered across stone floors.

“I’m in the kitchen, but there’s no doors in here, no way out.” He says.

Fuck.

Your heart sinks to your feet.

“Yes there is Steve, it’s on the north wall beside a faux, oversized spice rack. It has a silver handle and it’s an oak door, exactly like my bedroom door.”

He pauses, his heart rate thrumming heavily, “sweetheart there’s no door here, there’s no spice rack, just old built in cabinets and flat walls. You must have misremembered.”

“Shut the fuck op Steve, I’m doing what I can,”

Your usual eloquence is out the window along with all of your chill, sounding mildly like a road man as you frantically tap between the screens. He’s right though, his only way out is to climb back in the vent and hope to god, well, or Thor, that no one finds him there, but that may be too late.

“Try the cold tap on the sink, I don’t know exactly what was said but I distinctly remember someone talking about it. Stay calm for me Cap, please.” You want to beg for him to be ok, to come back in one piece, because this isn’t a normal mission, you’re emotionally attached.

He takes a deep breath and walks over to the tap, but as soon as he touches it, all surveillance is cut off, your computer goes black, and you can’t even hear his breathing anymore.

“Steve? Cap, come back to me, can you hear me? Steve?” With each call of his name to which he doesn’t respond, you grow more frantic. The lights are still on so you know that it’s not the mains, but you’re not educated with circuits, so you do what you can to reboot your computer, only for it to show up with your bland screen of spreadsheets, sans anything about the mission or Steve.

Your hands start shaking, lip quivering and mind overwhelmed with stress. It’s over, you’ve lost Steve, fucked up the mission, you’ll be out of a job, and the worst part? You broke a promise.

“Promise you’ll keep me safe out there Y/N?” Steve asked, his cute little smile twinkling in his eyes and making your whole body go giddy.

“I promise, but you have to promise that you’ll come back in one piece.”

“That I can do, for you.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your body and placing a kiss to your hairline.

You haven’t been at the compound long enough to know whether this is normal for Steve, or for anyone, or if he’s just a natural flirt. Whatever it is, you feel too guilty to face him again if he even comes back alive.

Slowly, soft sobs start to escape your lips without you noticing, tears slipping down your cheeks and dampening the neck of your blouse. You can’t help the guilt that overtakes you, the fear that you can’t even reason, and that’s when you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Can I come in?”

It’s Natasha. You nod gently as she takes a seat in the corner of your room, throwing her feet up on your coffee table so nonchalantly that it’s almost not a challenge of authority.

“What’s up? Didn’t you have to radio for Cap?” Once again you nod, hastily wiping the tears from your face and smoothing your skirt out. “So, why are you crying?”

You like Natasha, of course you do, but you have normal people emotions and a little more conscience, unable to stand the thought of anyone even getting a papercut on your watch.

“He went off, the computers crashed, and it’s all my fault.” You say, standing up and moving to shut your office door, locking it for safekeeping, because if Bucky finds out then you’re dead.

Natasha grabs a lollipop from your sweet bowl and sticks it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s flirting. She’s not, that’s just Natasha. “Care to elaborate?”

You take a sharp breath, “someone was there that we didn’t calculate, I had to get him through the ventilation system to an abandoned kitchen that I KNOW had a door, my memory doesn’t glitch, so in the time it took for Steve to get through the vents, someone must’ve closed off the door, but I’m not sure how. Then he just went when he touched the only possible thing that could be an escape route. Fuck, what if he’s dead?”

You feel tears bubbling up in your eyes again, blinking harshly to keep them away.

“So what if he is? You’re smart, you’re panicking, so you’ve obviously done everything. It sounds harsh but you can’t get too attached. Just listen out and he’ll come back of his own accord, but if he doesn’t then we’ll have to deal with that later.” She says, grasping a hand around your shoulder before stepping over the threshold to the main compound, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Maybe she thought tough love would work, but she has a point. You’ve done everything you can, so now it’s just a waiting game.

You keep an ear piece on you but shut your office for the night, heading out to the bar to pour yourself a more than healthy sized glass of wine. You unbutton your shirt a little and slide down the wall to your favourite reading spot, in one far corner, you set up some cushions and bedding. You’re the only one that uses it, but you could swear that you’ve seen Steve eyeing it up before. So you sit, tears streaming down your cheeks and leaving you with mascara-stained tear tracks, the first few buttons of your shirt recklessly undone, and your heels flung elsewhere. You bring the bottle over with your glass, and you pick up a book to keep you distracted.

You’re not sure how long you sit there, guilt slowly building, occasionally calling Steve’s name to check if he’s come back on the system, but there’s nothing. Nothing until the lift doors open, and out walks a very bloody Cap with his suit half on and a skin tight white t-shirt clinging to his upper body.

The tears don’t stop falling from your eyes, but you close your book anyway. You would stand up, run to hug him, but your legs can’t hold you up, so you stay seated, all your words caught in your throat as Steve edges further across the common area towards you.

He offers you a shy smile, virtually collapsing into the carpet only metres from you. Slowly his head lifts, hair falling into his eyes, and he holds his arms out.

“Oh god Steve,” it’s him. Really him. You feared he’d be a hologram or something, your eyes deceiving you from their soreness post crying. But he’s here, you can tell from the overly memorised display of veins in his bicep when he offers you his arm.

“It’s me,” he nods, edging a little further towards you as you crawl closer and settle into his grip.

Your tears flow freely, dampening his shirt. Neither of you says a word, he just grips you closer to him, cuddling your legs into his lap to soothe you.

After a while, Steve fidgets, and you find your eyes dry.

You angle your head upwards, your well kept chignon completely haywire. Steve’s face is covered in bruises and dried blood, but his eyes don’t look at all worried.

“What happened?” You whisper, words vibrating through his chest.

“The tap was a trick, or maybe I twisted the wrong one, but all the lights went out and I was shocked, I had to attack a few guys but I made it out, albeit bruised.” He swallows, running a shy finger over the curves of your face. “Were you worried about me?”

You nod, clutching him close. He chuckles and draws circles on your back through your shirt, just his soft touch more comforting than anything else.

“I’m fine, sweetheart, is my nose broken though?”

You look at his nose, softly smoothing over a hell of a bruise, before placing a gentle kiss to the bridge.

“No, trust me. In British comps, fights happen daily, and my ex was in with a bad crowd, always in fights. I had to deal with all kinds of injuries, and your nose is not broken. Be grateful because it hurts to sort it out.”

He laughs and brings you in.

“You deserve so much better than someone like that. I was worried about you when I was out there you know...” he says.

A strange conversation transition, but who are you to judge.

“I was so scared, I thought you’d died,” ah shit, here come the tears again, “Natasha told me to just wait it out like I wasn’t completely emotionally attached to you. Bloody hell, Steve, I’d be responsible if you died.”

He cooes sweet reassurances in your ear, wrapping his arms entirely around your torso while the join between his neck and shoulder becomes your sanctuary.

“I’m emotionally attached to you too if that helps,” he whispers in your ear, so quietly that he hopes you didn’t hear, instantly regretting it. But with the soft kiss you place on the sweet spot just below his ear, he brings up all his courage to angle his head just right, capturing your lips in his in the sweetest of kisses.

You gasp into the kiss, your reaction giving Steve means to believe you didn’t like it, instantly pulling away and dropping his hands from around your body.

“I-I’m sorry, you’re upset and I took advantage of that, and I haven’t really been with anyone since, well...”

“Shut up and kiss me, Steve.” You command, cutting off his rambling, your hand cupping his cheek.

His hands slowly make their way around your body, fumbling for the bottom of your blouse and subsequently unable to find where your shirt ends and your skirt starts. You giggle a little into the kiss, taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss by delving his tongue into your mouth. You place your hands over his and guide them to your chest. For a second, he seems confused, his lips halting their massaging movements on your own, until he finds the open buttons at the top of your blouse. He pulls his lips away for a moment, breath mingling together in the air. His smells of strawberries, you note. He glances at you for reassurance, something which you eagerly give, so he begins. His hands slowly work their way over your chest, fingers fiddling with your buttons as you wait patiently, completely submissive for Steve to do whatever he wants to you.

He pushes the material from your shoulders, and you untuck the back of it from your skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing your bra. Though now you see Steve eyeing it up, you realise it’s not really a bra at all, rather two triangles of flimsy fabric with some bands and strings attached, one of your only bras that doesn’t show through a sheer blouse. The way his eyes are boggling at your tits though, you guess he likes it.

An unwitting blush creeps up your neck and cheeks, suddenly feeling cold under his scrutiny.

“You can touch them if you want,” you chuckle lightly, fearing that you’ll sound like an inexperienced teenager if you say more.

Steve blushes as crimson as you, his large hands leaping at the opportunity to feel you. You throw your head back in pleasure as his cold thumb rubs over your nipples, making them hard to the touch, and the rest of his hands get to work massaging and kneading your boobs, pulling down the fabric to softly kiss your bare skin.

Although he hasn’t done this in a while, well, a lifetime, he still knows how to do it realllly well.

Your hands fly to his heart, keeping him there, his lips switching between your breasts until you grow a little more needy, grinding down on his bulge.

“You wanna do this?” He asks, voice a little hoarse but still silky.

“Yes, Steve. Fuck, just take me.”

“Language,” he chides jokingly, but despite that, he agrees.

Clearly he doesn’t need to be asked twice, because he has you flipped beneath him with your back on your cushions in your reading corner, his lips attaching your neck.

You fumble with the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head between kisses and suckles to a sensitive spot on your neck. He’s carved like a Greek god, abs toned to perfection, his tanned skin rippling with any given movement. He feels so soft too, skin tender beneath your fingers, trailing them gently across his back and torso to simply feel him. The contrary of gentle skin and solid muscles is one that makes your mouth water with desire, bringing Cap’s lips back to your own, palms pressed firmly against his back. You go in deep this time, licking his mouth and devouring his taste. To your surprise, he kisses you back with even more fervour, so passionate that you lose track of any thought swirling in your mind.

“Suit off, now.” You call breathlessly, watching on as Steve clumsily tries to peel off his trousers by using the sleeve of his suit. He’s moving so recklessly that with an abrupt movement he’ll snag the fabric, ripping the suit that makes him look heaven sent.

“Here,” you giggle, offering a hand out which he gladly takes, letting you shimmy the tough material down his legs, only blocked by his clunky boots which he kicks off at the same time as the suit, haphazardly leaving them wherever they fall in the lounge. “Fuck.” Is all you can choke out. The serum worked on everything. Even with his briefs still on, you can see his cock twitching within its confines.

“You’re wearing too many clothes now,” he faux scolds, leaping atop you again, kissing your collarbone as his hands work their way down your body.

First he unhooks your bra properly, throwing it off and you both hear it land on the glass coffee table from the way your clasp knocks the glass. Next he moves onto your skirt, unzipping it, your hips raising of their own accord to accommodate his actions, slipping it off alongside your tights, revealing your bare legs to him for the first time. He doesn’t care about any of the natural marks that grace your skin, merely that you’re sitting in just your panties and only for him.

“God you’re so beautiful,” he says.

He runs his palms over your thighs, just feeling your skin beneath his. His touch is soothing, as is his presence, allowing you to feel open towards him. You tilt your legs a little more open, revealing to him the small wet latch that graces your not-so-sexy work underwear.

“All for me?” Steve asks, eyes innocent and doe like.

If he’s really this sweet and naive then you’re gonna fucking ruin him. Sweet Jesus what you wouldn’t do to that man, starting with your incredibly well hidden Captain kink, though it may not be hidden much longer.

He brings a finger up to your core, pushing your panties to the side to run a finger up and down your slit. He audibly moans while collecting your slick from between your folds, fingers rough in contrast to the part of his body that you’re gripping onto, though you’re not sure quite where from your eyes fluttering closed.

“Ready?”

You nod, bracing yourself as he rips your panties off and pushes one finger inside you. He feels brilliant, his fingers so much longer and better than your own, already bringing you jolts of pleasure from its presence.

He draws it out before pumping back in again, continuing his movements. Your forehead falls against his bare shoulder, small gasps of pleasure escaping your open mouth.

“More,” you pant, ready to feel more of his intoxicating ministrations.

He nods obligingly, slowly adding a second finger, continuing his gentle assault on your pussy. God, it’s been so long since you’ve had sex, just his two fingers pumping in and out of you brings you more pleasure than you’d care to admit.

“S-stop,”

He looks up at you, immediately withdrawing his fingers, covered in your juices and glistening in the moonlight. You flush far too deeply at such a simple thing.

“I need to feel you already, please.”

You sensually drag your finger all over his bare chest, hearing his breath hitch in his throat. He nods vigorously, hair falling in his line of vision, but scrambles to be on top of you properly, hands either side of your head on your array of cushions and his legs steady, trapping you completely beneath him.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna take advantage of you, y/n. You’re so beautiful and perfect and I want your first time with me to be something you’ll remember forever.” He says sweetly, but despite his kind words, you can’t help but chuckle for a solid few seconds before he realises what he’s said.

“Ok, but are you sure you wanna do it here rather than my room? Yours is out of the option, everyone will assume you’re dead if your book isn’t there anymore...”

once more you chuckle, as does he, bringing your hand up to cup his jaw.

“I’m sure, Steve, now get inside me before I change my mind and wake Bucky up,” you quip.

He knows you’re joking but gets to work anyway, swiftly getting rid of his brokers and ungracefully kicking them off as you watch him. He may be hot but even Loki’s magic may not be able to make him elegant.

As soon as he’s back in his previous position and you see is dick slapping against his stomach, hard and already a little red, you can’t help but gape. His too-tight boxers didn’t do him justice because now you’re worried he won’t even fit.

He sees your worried face and panics, “We can go back if you want, we don’t have to do this.”

“I want this Steve, shitting hell-“

“Language,” he chides, interrupting you, allowing you to cock your eyebrows at him, a look to say ‘is this really the time?’

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, just go slow because you’re huge.” You finish, smiling at his dorky smile and flushed cheeks.

Of all the things he could blush at, he chooses a compliment. Such a dork, you think to yourself, unable to stop the contagious smile creeping onto your face.

“I’ll be careful with you, I promise.”

And that he is.

“Oh, and call me captain.”

That’s something you knew he’d have a kink for, making you smirk a little too.

He runs the head of his cock through your folds to father a little lubrication before pushing in, very slightly and very gently. He bends his arms and kisses all over your face with the new leverage, feather light kisses of pure affection before you give him a breathy whisper, resembling of a ‘more’, so he pushes in a bit more again, repeating the process until he’s buried to the hilt inside your aching core, clenching around him without Steve even needing to do anything.

“Can I start moving?” He asks, awkwardly shifting his weight above you, but you nod vigorously, kissing him urgently as his lips begin to move.

He starts off slow, gradual thrusts, ensuring that he finds every weak spot inside or you, making your toes curl already and your legs knot around his waist, his tongue still dancing with yours.

He increases his pace after a while, bucking into you faster, making you moan out his name and clutch onto his wonderfully broad shoulders.

You pull your lips away for a moment, “more Captain,” you ask, nothing more than a breathy sound, but Steve obliges.

He breaks the kiss as he begins snapping his hips into yours with fervour and purpose. His balls are hitting your bare ass, his cock stuffed inside you and making the most delectable sounds from how wet you are, all for Steve. He looks down, tearing his gaze away from your pretty little face with your die eyes and parted lips, only to watch as he sinks into you again and again, blurring the lines of where he ends and you begin.

“Steve, Captain, please, talk to me,”

Your words come out as a strangled cry, a beg mixing with his moan at the name, oxygen lessening as your eyes flutter shut, too engrossed in the pleasure to even care that your voice has gone up in pitch while his has gone down.

“You’re such a tease, walking around in that tight skirt all day, those long legs always crossed. All I want is to pull them apart and go down on you, under your desk, in the kitchen, just anywhere that I can have you for my own.”

His voice is low, raspy and needy as he trails his tongue along your collarbone filthily, forcing your eyes open with some unearthly force he must possess simply so that he can meet your gaze as he bites your nipples, his cock continually hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“It’s not just that though,” he continues, resuming his dirty talk between caresses of his lips all over you, “you’re so perfect. So stunning, so intelligent, the reason I wake up every day just for the hope that one of these days I’d be able to kiss you.”

his hips halt just for a moment, long enough to unwrap your legs from his back and throw them over his shoulders, lust filled eyes boring into your own with an uncharacteristically devilish smirk.

He kisses you again, fleeting but passionate before he nibbles your earlobe and purrs,

“And now I get to have you at my mercy, and believe me, that desk fantasy is gonna come true every day.”

With that sentiment, he starts ploughing into you even more ferociously than before, making you scream his name, a lot of murmured ‘Captain!’s and curses mingling with the cries.

The new angle hits spots you forgot even existed. Your nails take his back, tugging in and clinging on for mercy, the burn of your legs in such a contorted position only adding to your pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you shout breathlessly, chest heaving, your boobs moving up and down of their own accord and Steve is unable to take his eyes off them.

You feel the coil ready to spring in your stomach, a climax that’s been steadily building since he first kissed you.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do with me tomorrow, and then you can come.”

His words are something forbidden, coaxing you off the edge, daring you to hit that wave of pleasure. Just the thought of your past daydreams make your walls clench around him.

“I’ll wake you up by sucking your magnificent cock, then I’ll ride you harder than anyone has ever before, and then I’ll ride your face before we have intermittent sex in my office, at least twice.”

You don’t even know what you’re saying, your imagination running winks with the thought of Steve having you in his lap in your desk chair, pressed up against the glass of your office for everyone to see as he fucks you senseless. You’re insatiable. The thought of his dick twitching in your mouth is too much to handle, especially as he brings his thumb down and presses on your clit, moaning unintelligibly at your apparently sexy words, and you feel it.

Your orgasm crashes over you so hard that you feel it on your bones, thrashing around beneath Steve, screaming out his name as he dudes your high out only seconds before coming too, his muffled cries of your name drowned out as he bites onto the juncture of your neck, bruising it and rendering you unable to wear anything other than polo necks for a good few days. The pleasure he’s given you is unrivalled, and you can’t waist for more.

His body collapses onto yours inelegantly, wrapping you unto his body warmth in your cosy little corner, both forgetting that you’re completely naked in the common area after having rather loud sex.

“Was that good?” Steve asks sheepishly, fingers running through your tangled hair.

“Yes, incredible. And for you?”

He thinks for a moment before answering, “exquisite, sweetheart.”

Your heart glows a little at his sleepy voice. You run your thumb over the bump of his nose and the blood residue still on his face, but you think you may like Steve a little roughed up. You stay close to each other, breathing together and sharing kisses in the night time, so absorbed in your own bubble that you don’t hear someone come in.

“The fuck is this, Steve?”

Fuck, Bucky.

“Couldn’t you have been a little better at aiming your clothes? We’re all glad you’re finally together, but loud and untidy as well as sex in the common area? Come on.”

You can hear the humour in his words, but they do hold some sincerity, making you blush and chuckle. Next thing you know, your bra is being thrown at the pair of you, landing in Steve’s messed up hair.

“Thanks buck...” you say with a meek giggle, kissing Steve and removing your bra from his face.

“Round two? My room?” He suggests, eyebrows wiggling.

“Promise you’ll let me clean you up first?!” You insist, kissing his shoulder and beaming at him.

“Promise.”

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Til The End Of The Line, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: light violence, mentions of needles/injections (the serum being introduced), unprotected sex, loss of virginity.

"I see here that you specifically, had caused quite a stir with Doctor Erskine."

Dot nodded, looking away from Agent Carter, "he trusts my judgement, ma'am. My father was a doctor that worked in Sweden before I was born. They became friends and kept in touch when my family came back to the states. He helped him come to the US after the Germans began to take over."

"Ma'am," she smiled. A light laugh swept over the wind as she walked around the base with the nurse that Erskine had dictated follow her everywhere and record the results of the men's tests. Agent Carter turned to the young twenty-year-old, "tell me, Delores, did you choose your applicant based on his potential or because you have a crush."

Dot felt herself blush, "Steve is my best friend, Agent Carter. I-I don't have a crush on him. His best friend, my other best friend is...well was my boyfriend."

"Was?"

"He and I had a disagreement last night at the expo."

She nodded, sucking in her cheeks, "well let me tell you this. I expect good, solid responses. No bias based on your relationships with any applicant. Is that understood? If we have to let him go or he cannot handle it, you must accept that decision."

"Yes, Agent Carter. Of course!"

"Good," she smiled as they rounded the last corner. She came in view of about a dozen and a half soldiers. As Agent Carter started her journey down the line, Dot stood at the end, passing clipboards through the ranks, "RECRUITS! Attention. Gentlemen, I am Agent Carter, and this is Nurse Dot. We supervise all operations for this division!"

"What's with the accent queen Victoria?" one of the recruits laughed looking to his friends, "I thought I was signing up for the US Army."

"What's your name soldier?"

"Gilmore Hodge," he said simply. Then he added a smirk, "your majesty.

"Step forward Hodge," she commanded. When he did so she smirked, "put your right foot forward."

"Oh, are we gonna wrestle?" he laughed, "Because I got a few moves I know you'll like!"

Before any further 'cute' comments could come from his lip, she punched him with a firm right hook. He fell to the ground as a patrol jeep stopped behind her.

"Agent Carter."

She looked to her new assistant and Dot mouthed 'colonel.'

"Colonel Phillips."

"I can see that you are breaking in the candidates," he said smugly, "that's good. Nurse Dot."

"Colonel."

He kicked the ground in front of Hodge, "Get your ass up off the dirt and stand at attention til somebody comes and tells you what to do."

"yes sir."

Colonel Phillips looked at Dot as he walked down the line, "General Patton has said that wars are fought by weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men...and because they are going to get better."

He looked at Steve and turned back around, raising a brow at Agent Carter. She rolled her eyes as they began to lead the drills. While none of the soldiers had really seemed to notice Dot, she could see Steve glancing at her every so often. She tried to give him small smiles of encouragement, but it felt like Agent Carter was always catching her doing it. She would always frown and shake her head at her.

"Are you sure that you are able to do this without a bias, Delores?" she asked, later that night as they sat down to have some schnapps, "or will you need to be reassigned to Europe early?"

"I'm fine, ma'am."

"Call me Peggy," she said softly. Peggy watched her curiously as she never really answered the question. When she yet again confirmed that she was fine, Dot nodded and Peggy took another drink, "now, you have the notes from todays physicals, correct?"

Dot nodded, "yes ma'am-err, Peggy."

Over the course of the next week, Dot stood by Agent Carter, Colonel Phillips, and Doctor Erskine as they tested the men. Unfortunately, Steve had found himself failing at just about every task. He wasn’t the strongest and could barely keep within an acceptable range when the unit ran. It wasn't until the halfway mark of the run where Steve finally showed his true skill.

While the men tried to climb the flagpole to reclaim the flag so that they could get a ride back to base instead of running, Steve simply unhooked the pin, which allowed the flag pole to fall. When he got the flag and handed it to his commanding officer, it left everyone in shock, including Agent Carter.

"Agent Carter," he smiled as he got into the seat next to Dot. Then he turned to his best friend, "weather's beautiful today, isn't it Dot?"

"Mhmm," she nodded, trying to focus on making sure that Steve's first real victory was noted in the file, "Agent Carter?"

"Fine weather," she smiled. She tapped on the dash of the patrol jeep and the man sped back to the camp. When Colonel Phillips heard about Steve's little victory though, he remained unimpressed. He and Doctor Erskine continued to talk about it until the next afternoon, "Dot?"

"Yes?" she asked, looking up from her notes.

"Steve," Peggy said simply, nodding forward to the small, left out man, "I think I'm beginning to see it...him being the one that gets the serum."

"I know."

Dot looked at Peggy, and the two of them shared a knowing look. In the short period of time, she was beginning to see Steve not as the shrimpy kid from Brooklyn who had to get special approval to join the army, but as a smart, logical man who truly believed that the war was his sole purpose in life, even if he wasn't built for it.

As the two women listened to the doctor and the colonel argue for Hodge or Rogers, they both felt compelled to intervene. Steve was the underdog, but also the one that best suited the needs of the serum.

It needed a good guy.

But Phillips argued that it needed a soldier that had guts. He believed that Steve was a man of little substance. A chihuahua. All bark and no bite. His physical examinations had proved that. So, in order to prove his point he pulled a dummy grenade and threw it into the throng of soldiers. Immediately they scattered.

But not Steve.

No.

Not your Stevie, the man who had a bigger heart than the whole unit combined.

Everyone witnessed as Steve openly jumped onto the grenade and yelled for everyone to get back. And in that moment, Colonel Phillips couldn't disagree.

Not when every man around them dove for cover.

Not when the littlest guy proved that he was the only real one with a bite.

The procedure room was set up perfectly. Doctor Erskine smiled at Dot, rubbing her cheek. Since they had started working together, she really had come to know him as a second father, and he was really protective of her, "are you ready for the day that science advances my dear?"

"Yes," she nodded softly. He gave her a welcome grin as the door above them opened. Steve came walking in with Agent Carter. He looked at her expectantly, before his eyes glanced at the rest of his surroundings. The room was round, large, and sterile. As he came down the staircase, Erskine pushed her towards Howard Stark, "do you need anything else, Mr. Stark?"

"I think we're ready to go sweetheart." he smiled affectionately at her, “You know…unless your finally willing to accept a date with me where you don’t discuss your ex the whole time.”

“Howard you are incorrigible,” she said with a shake of her head, “I-I’m spoken for.”

“Right, the sergeant in Europe,” he chuckled, referencing yet again how the two of you did have a date but you only spoke about Bucky the whole time once he’d gotten a few too many glasses of wine into you, “you’re gonna find him after the war. Well, if you don’t, you have my number, sweetheart…and you know I’d love to give you more than just the Stark special.”

“Oh darn,” she said with a wink, “and here I was, looking for something from Tiffanys.”

“I could still get you something from there.”

“No thank you, Howard.” She giggled, “do you need anything else?”

“No, Dotty.”

She nodded and he chuckled, going back to the machinery. She began to prep the serum, making sure that it was the effective temperatures, and re-sterilizing the equipment.

In the front of the room, as Erskine met with Steve to go over the procedure, a photographer rushed to get a picture.

"Not now," Erskine muttered to the man, "Delores!"

The nurse rushed to the photographer, quickly ushering him upstairs to the secured observation room. Steve's eyes watched as she skittered back down the stairs, only to again usher Agent Carter up at Doctor Erskine's insistence.

"Your friend," he smiled, nodding to Dot, "she helped make sure you got into the program you know...she cares about you a lot, Steven."

"She's something else," he admitted to the doctor, "you know there was a time when we were kids when she asked me out. I thought it was a pity date, so I turned her down."

"No Steven," he laughed, "if I didn't know any better, I'd say that girl is in love with you. She believed in you, and she allowed us the opportunity to see just how amazing you are...and now it's time for the rest of the world to believe in you as much as we do."

"Are you ready, doctor?" she asked, coming face to face with Doctor Erskine. He nodded and she turned to Steve, "Private Rogers?"

Steve nodded as he looked at his best friend. He tried to make a joke about the cocoon being too big, but she just looked at him with worry in his eyes.

"I'll be fine, Dot," he reassured her as she placed the steel clamps against his chest. He shivered at the coolness of it against his skin, and he couldn't stop the momentary chattering of his teeth as they warmed up to him, "you know that, right?"

"I know Steve," she said nervously, "I just-"

"You worry too much, sweetheart."

She sighed as she began to follow Doctor Erskine's instructions, putting the serum into the holsters so they could do the injections. Then she gave him a shot of penicillin.

"That wasn't so bad," he said with a smile after wincing, "see."

"That was penicillin, Steve!" Doctor Erskine said softly. He went back to talking to the people in the observation chamber and Steve took the chance to grab Dot's hand before she could turn away.

"Steve?"

"If I die, here-"

"Steve, stop."

"I wish I never said no to you," he admitted his voice shaky at the rush of emotions he felt, "I thought you only asked me out because you pitied me."

He watched as the tears pricked at the corner of her eyes.

"I asked you because I knew I loved you, Steve. I’ve loved you since the first day I met you. The day I asked you was the first time I ever had enough courage to act on it…and so you know, I-I never asked Bucky out. I never intended on it. Y-you were my first choice Stevie," she whispered, looking at him, "now shut up. You are an amazing man, and you're gonnna come out of this in a few minutes, and you'll be laughing because you'll be even more amazing, and I'll just be a nurse headed to Europe."

"After this, I owe you a date," he whispered in a low tone, "a real one, Delores. And it’ll be way better than whatever you said yes to with Howard Stark."

She smiled and he let her hand go. Doctor Erskine turned around and everyone backed away from the cocoon as it closed down on Steve. When they were sure it was secure, Erskine knocked, "Steven, can you hear me?"

Dotty held back a smile as he made a joke asking if it was too late to go to the bathroom. And then he asked for her again.

"Dotty?"

"She's here Steve."

"Dotty, are you with me?"

"Always! Until the end of the line, Stevie."

Steve smiled, closing his eyes as Stark turned the power on to the vita-rays. By the time it reached 70% Steve was screaming in agony. Peggy came rushing out of the room, demanding that they shut it off. Erskine was about to kill the power when Steve yelled at them to keep going. When it hit 100, the machines went haywire and began short circuiting. When the lights went out, the backups kicked in, and the cocoon began to open.

Steve was no longer the small man from Brooklyn.

He in every way looked like the super soldier the government had dreamed of.

Both Peggy and Dot gasped as Steve was helped out of the cocoon by Doctor Erskine and Mr. Stark. The men from the room started coming down the stairs to take a look at the newest weapon for the US.

After the explosion and Steve going after the Hydra agent, no one knew what to think. Doctor Erskine had been murdered, which left the super soldier project up in the air. No one knew the components or how to recreate it, so the medical team had been separated from any other government official. As Colonel Phillips spoke with his higher ups though, Steve and Dot had been shuttled back to the base. Steve was to be kept in a bunk without other soldiers.

"This isn't exactly the date I would have planned for us," Steve mumbled as the door closed behind Dot and himself, "I'm sorry you're stuck with me, Dot."

"It's fine," she said, giving him a soft smile, "I don't mind. I’m glad they left me in here with you, Steve."

"Listen," he asked, turning around to face her, "what you said, in the-"

But he couldn't finish his sentence. She had gathered up her courage and done something that she wanted to do since Kindergarten: kiss Steve Rogers. She’d held him by his shirt, forcing him to bend down slightly as she craned her neck up and stood on her tiptoes.

He felt his eyes drift closed as he pulled her closer to his chest. His breath hitched in his throat at how her frame felt against his now. She felt so much tinier in his arms, and he loved it. She sighed against his lips, and he smiled.

It was his first kiss.

"Steve."

He moaned hearing her moan his own name. In a panic he ripped off his own shirt and started working on freeing her from her clothes. He needed to feel her even closer to him, and clothes put too much space between their bodies. She gasped as he accidentally pulled too tight and popped some of the buttons loose.

"Shit," he cursed nervously, "Sorry I-"

"Language," she smiled, teasing him. He chuckled and she began kissing him again. He hungrily pawed at her body, not spending too much time in any one spot as he'd dreamt about this moment in his head for years. It wasn’t the fantasy that he’d twisted in his head where they’d run off together. No. It was real.

And all while he knew he was going way too fast, and not really enjoying the moment, he couldn't stop himself. When he felt her hands drift towards his pants, he let out a guttural moan. She had somehow managed to skillfully undo his pants without him noticing and was stroking him. As he grew painfully hard in her hand, the two of them managed to find the bed, "do-do you want me, Steve?"

"I've wanted you as long as I can remember, Dotty," he moaned against her lips. Steve tried to gracefully lay both of them down, but it became a circus of limbs where he ended up almost falling off of the bed.

"Sorry," he cursed again, "I-"

"Shhh," she cooed. She helped Steve out of his pants and slid out of her cotton panties, leaving her wholly exposed to him. He began kissing down her neck and to her breasts, unsure of what to do. She pulled him back up to herself however, and kissed him once more, before pushing him to his back, "let me take care of you, Steve."

He nodded, slipping out of his briefs, and she hovered over him, letting her womanhood graze over his already leaking head.

"Please," he whined. She continued to tease him, which only infuriated him. He wanted her in every way, and here she was, unable to pull the trigger. Growling more to himself he flipped them quickly. She was pinned underneath him before she could even question it, "I need you, Dot."

"I need you too, Steve."

That was all he needed to hear. Lining himself up with her entrance he drove himself into her. She swore she was seeing stars, and it was like the both of them had forgotten that he was 'enhanced' in more ways than one. He had forgotten that both of them were virgins until he pulled out to thrust back into her wet core, only to realize that Bucky hadn't gotten as far as he had in that moment.

He looked to his best friend, who was choking back a scream from being impaled on her best friend's cock. Her nails digging into his biceps, carving fresh little crescent moons into the newly formed muscle.

As he slowly slid back into her, she pulled herself against his chest, tearfully begging him not to move. While they lay there for a few minutes, not moving as she tried to adjust to his size, Steve tried everything he could to calm her down. He praised her, telling her how beautiful she was, and began telling her every story that made him fall in love with her, starting from when they were barely old enough to ride bikes together.

When the pain subsided and Steve allowed himself to move again, he nearly came as he sank into her fully. The way her body milked him for everything it was worth and they hadn’t really even started, drove him wild.

How she clamped down on him.

He was in heaven.

But there was one woman who had witnessed the events as she almost entered the barracks. That was until the moan letting her know that he was cumming was almost shouted loud enough for the whole base to hear.

Agent Carter wiped away a stray tear from her cheek and turned around, immediately going to the office to push through the transfer of one such nurse.

"I hope you like Azzano," Agent Carter whispered into the darkness, "and do tell your ex-boyfriend hello when you see him. I'm sure he'll like to know how much he and Steve truly have in common."

Chapter 6

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somegirlsnerdywords2 · 4 years

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Anime i’ve Watched

That begin with a O (Part 2)!

Yep this is how i’m going to bring over all the anime and manga i’ve watched and posted about on the old blog. It’s not so detailed but it will have to do. Anything new I watch or read from this point on will have their own posts.

Orenchi no Furo Jijou:

Genres: Comedy, Fantasy, Josei, TV short

Synopsis: On his way home from school, Tatsumi sees a man collapsed near a lake. When he approaches him, Tatsumi notices something strange: the person in need of help is actually a beautiful merman named Wakasa! Because Wakasa's home has become too polluted to live in, Tatsumi graciously offers his bathtub as a refuge. With a boisterous merman as his new roommate, Tatsumi's normal life won't be returning anytime soon, not to mention Wakasa's aquatic friends—Takasu, Mikuni, and Maki—often show up uninvited, making them all quite a handful for the high school student. As he humors their curiosity for human life, Tatsumi sometimes finds himself enjoying their childish antics, but he will have to keep his cool if he intends to keep up with his daily life and newfound friendship. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 8.5/10

Finished airing in 2014 with a total of 13, 4 minute long episodes.

My Thoughts: A soothing tv short with a fantasy twist and cute guys as far as the eye can see!

Oshiete! Galko-chan:

Genres: Slice of Life, Comedy, School, TV Short

Synopsis: At first glance, Galko, Otako, and Ojou are three high school girls who seem like they wouldn’t have anything to do with each other. Galko is a social butterfly with a reputation for being a party animal, even though she is actually innocent and good-hearted despite her appearance. Otako is a plain-looking girl with a sarcastic personality and a rabid love of manga. And Ojou is a wealthy young lady with excellent social graces, though she can be a bit absent-minded at times. Despite their differences, the three are best friends, and together they love to talk about various myths and ask candid questions about the female body. Oshiete! Galko-chan is a lighthearted and humorous look at three very different girls and their frank conversations about themselves and everyday life. No topic is too safe or too sensitive for them to joke about—even though every so often, Galko seems to get a bit embarrassed by their discussions! [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 7/10

Finished airing in 2016 with a total of 12, 7 minute long episodes.

My Thoughts: Cute art/ animation style. An alright short but nothing amazing.

Otome Youkai Zakuro:

Genres: Demons, Historical, Military, Romance, Seinen, Supernatural

Synopsis: Second Lieutenant Kei Agemaki, the son of a famous general, has hidden his extreme fear of paranormal beings all his life. However, when he and two others are reassigned to live and work with youkai in the Ministry of Spirit Affairs, he is brought face-to-face with his worst nightmare. Now with the help of the fox spirit Kushimatsu, he and his fellow officers must learn to work alongside youkai maidens—Zakuro, Susukihotaru, Hoozuki, and Bonbori—to solve paranormal cases. Set in the midst of an alternate version of Japanese Westernization, Otome Youkai Zakuro explores the clashes and unions that can occur when east meets west, local meets foreign, and women meet men. The unusual alliance of the youkai maidens and human officers must learn to work together in a world that is changing around them. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 8/10

Finished airing in 2010 with a total of 13 episodes.

My Thoughts: An interesting (if not a bit cliche) but incomplete anime. Has a manga.... which is also incomplete and updated very, very slowly.

Ouran Koukou Host Club (Ouran High School Host Club):

Genres: Comedy, Reverse Harem, Romance, School, Shoujo

Synopsis: Haruhi Fujioka is a bright scholarship candidate with no rank or title to speak of—a rare species at Ouran Academy, an elite school for students of high pedigree. When she opens the door to Music Room #3 hoping to find a quiet place to study, Haruhi unexpectedly stumbles upon the Host Club. Led by the princely Tamaki Suou, the club—whose other members include the "Shadow King" Kyouya Ootori; the mischievous Hitachiin twins, Kaoru and Hikaru; the childlike Mitsukuni Haninozuka, also known as "Honey"; and his strong protector Takashi "Mori" Morinozuka—is where handsome boys with too much time on their hands entertain the girls in the academy. In a frantic attempt to remove herself from the hosts, Haruhi ends up breaking a vase worth eight million yen and is forced into becoming the eccentric group's general errand boy to repay her enormous debt. However, thanks to her convincingly masculine appearance, her naturally genial disposition toward girls, and fascinating commoner status, she is soon promoted to full-time male host. And before long, Haruhi is plunged into a glitzy whirlwind of elaborate cosplays, rich food, and exciting shenanigans that only the immensely wealthy Host Club can pull off. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 9/10

Finished airing in 2006 with a total of 26 episodes.

My Thoughts: Raise your hand if you believe this series deserves a remake!? I would lose it if they remade this series but the original isn’t all that bad either! Worth a watch if you’re a shoujo lover!

Outbreak Company:

Genres: Harem, Comedy, Parody, Fantasy

Synopsis: Shinichi Kanou is a shut-in otaku with a vast knowledge of anime, manga, and video games. One day, after applying for a job in hopes of escaping his secluded lifestyle, he is kidnapped and transported to the Eldant Empire—a fantasy world filled with elves, dragons, and dwarves. Trapped in this strange land, Shinichi is given an unlikely task by the Japanese government: to spread otaku culture across the realm by becoming an "Otaku Missionary." To accomplish his mission, Shinichi has the full support of the Japanese government, as well as the half-elf maid Myucel and Princess Petralka of the Eldant Empire. Together with this ragtag bunch, he will overcome the obstacles of politics, social classes, and ethnic discrimination to promote the ways of the otaku in this holy land. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 7/10

Finished airing in 2013 with a total of 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: Not memorable at all. Character design looks nice, very shiny...

Owari no Seraph:

Genres: Action, Military, Supernatural, Drama, Vampire, Shounen

Synopsis: With the appearance of a mysterious virus that kills everyone above the age of 13, mankind becomes enslaved by previously hidden, power-hungry vampires who emerge in order to subjugate society with the promise of protecting the survivors, in exchange for donations of their blood. Among these survivors are Yuuichirou and Mikaela Hyakuya, two young boys who are taken captive from an orphanage, along with other children whom they consider family. Discontent with being treated like livestock under the vampires' cruel reign, Mikaela hatches a rebellious escape plan that is ultimately doomed to fail. The only survivor to come out on the other side is Yuuichirou, who is found by the Moon Demon Company, a military unit dedicated to exterminating the vampires in Japan. Many years later, now a member of the Japanese Imperial Demon Army, Yuuichirou is determined to take revenge on the creatures that slaughtered his family, but at what cost? Owari no Seraph is a post-apocalyptic supernatural shounen anime that follows a young man's search for retribution, all the while battling for friendship and loyalty against seemingly impossible odds. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 4/10

Finished airing in 2015 with a total of 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: Cliche, but not in a fun way. I rarely watch anime involving vampires though so that was a bit fun.

Owari no Seraph: Nagoya Kessen-hen

Genres: Action, Military, Supernatural, Drama, Vampire, Shounen

Synopsis: Yuuichirou Hyakuya is finally reunited with his childhood friend Mikaela Hyakuya, whom he had long presumed to be dead. Upon their reunion, however, he discovers that Mikaela has been turned into a vampire. Determined to help his friend, Yuuichirou vows to get stronger so that he can protect Mikaela as well as the comrades in the Moon Demon Company. Kureto Hiiragi receives information that a large group of vampires will be gathering in Nagoya, preparing for their assault on the Imperial Demon Army's main forces in Tokyo. Led by Guren Ichinose, Yuuichirou's team is one of many selected to intercept and eliminate the vampire nobles. With the Nagoya mission quickly approaching, the members of Shinoa squad continue to work towards fully mastering their weapons, while learning how to improve their teamwork. Yuuichirou must gain the power he needs to slay the nobles and save his best friend, before he succumbs to the demon of the Cursed Gear. [Written by MAL Rewrite]

My Rating: 3/10

Finished airing in 2015 with a total of 12 episodes.

My Thoughts: It somehow got a sequel... still lacking. Plenty of pretty people though with little substance...

#orenchi no furo jijou #tv short #anime #oshiete! galko chan #ouran high school host club #outbreak company #owari no seraph

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New Beginnings

Spencer Reid x reader

Best Years Season 2 part one | season one

summary: Readers first day back on the job is a lot different then she expected.

warning: normal criminal minds things, mentions of suicide, fluff at the end (such cute fluff)

A/N: based on season 8 episode 1; so um, the ending is really cute.

“I must say, Agent Y/L/N, I wasn’t expecting this to be the answer,” Strauss said with a disappointed look as she closed her leather folder.

“You’re asking me to leave the BAU, how did you expect my answer to not be no,” Y/N said with furrowed brows.

This is not how Y/N wanted to be welcomed back after her leave. She was gone two months and in that time Strauss decided she wanted to move her to a new unit. That was flat out disrespectful.

“Well with Agent Prentiss’s move, I was expecting you to want to be reassigned,” Strauss said, folding her hands on her stomach. “You have made progress here, and other units have seen that and want you on their teams.”

Y/N looked at her knowing that wasn’t the full truth, Strauss had something to do with this also. She always did.

“And I also believe that your time in BAU has been paid and it’s time to do greater things. You could be one of the best fugitive task force agents, your skills I’ve seen are-”

“I appreciate that Strauss, really I do, but I’ve made a home at the BAU-” Y/N stood up from the chair- “And I have no plans on moving anytime soon.”

With that, she walked out of the office and towards the elevator. The hum of the elevator was quiet and it only boiled her rage. Strauss wasn’t an all-around terrible person, but when it came to work, she always had to have what she wanted. Everything had to be tip-top and work out in her favor, and Y/N guessed Strauss forgot what it’s like to be in the field and work with a team.

When the doors dinged open, Y/N swiftly walked out and into Hotch’s office. She didn’t bother to knock, she just opened the door and stood in front of his desk.

Hotch looked up from his paperwork with a confused look. “Please, Y/N come in.”

She huffed, “Sir, do you think that my time has been paid at the BAU?”

He raised a brow as he looked at her with a confused gaze. “No?”

“So you would agree that Section Chief Strauss’s opinion to move me to a new unit is unprecedented?”

Y/N’s announcement took Hotch by surprise, clearly, he didn’t know about this. He set down his ink pen, signifying his full attention was now on the conversation.

“Do you want to be moved?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hell no,” she responded quickly. “She thinks that because Emily left, that ‘I would want to move’-” she used a mocking tone with quotation marks as she quoted Strauss- “Said my skills would be of good use in Fugitive Task Force.”

“I can’t make any promises, but I will do everything I can to not have you moved, Y/N.”

His words were comforting, but with what happened with JJ a couple of years ago, she wasn’t sure. But that was the state department, this was still in the FBI, so maybe it wouldn’t turn out so bad.

Thanking Hotch, she walked out of the office and down the stairs to the bullpen. When she came to the door, she was met with Penelope and Derek. Penelope holding many nick-nacks from her visit to London with Derek to help Emily settle into her new life there.

“Garcia, you guys were talking yest-” Penelope cut off Derek as she saw Y/N approach.

“Y/N!” She exclaimed trotting over to Y/N in her heels to hug her. It was a difficult task with her bag filled arms. “Oh my gosh, I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” Y/N pulled away from her hug and reached over for Derek.

“Hey, Wonder Woman,” he said, giving her a squeeze.

“Were you one the last case?” Penelope asked.

“No, actually today is my-”

“Wait, where is everybody else? Don’t tell me they’re still in Seattle,” Penelope interjected when she noticed the empty desks in the office.

“I just saw Hotch.” She turned to look at all the empty desks in the bullpen. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Well actually,” Derek said pointing behind Penelope to JJ and Spencer as they entered.

“Hi, you guys are back!” JJ said walking into the office clapping her hands together.

Y/N’s face lit up as she saw Spencer. She hadn’t seen him in what felt like forever since he left for the case in Seattle. Her mandatory leave allowed him to come over to hang out with her in a stress-free environment. But then she realized that with the emotional trauma she thought she buried had now bubbled back up, she couldn’t be alone. Her therapist recommended for her to live with Spencer. So when she brought it up with him, he was very enthusiastic about the idea.

“Oy, mates! Give me a squeeze,” Penelope said with a fake British accent.

JJ hugged Penelope then moved to Derek.

“Y/N, how have you been?” JJ asked moving to give her a hug. She hadn’t seen her in a while from her busy life at work and at home.

“Good, better now that I’m back at work,” she responded with a giggle.

Spencer then moved to hug Y/N after doing his odd handshake with Derek. A week and a half was too long without seeing her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and swung her in a circle and pecked her cheek.

“You would think they don’t live together or something,” Derek laughed as the happy couple reunited.

“Right?” JJ agreed with a laugh.

“How’s Emily doing?” Spencer asked once he set Y/N down and turned back to the three beside them.

“Brilliant and Lovely.” Penelope continued her accent.

“Her apartments off the chain,” Derek said.

“You mean her flat,” Penelope corrected his terminology. “You have to take a shaky old lift to get to the top, but the view is brilliant.”

Once she finished her statement, she did her excited little gasp and began to pull presents out of her bag.

“For my favorite bloke.” She handed Spencer a mug with the British flag on it.

“Hey, I love it! Thank you!” Spencer responded gratefully.

She handed JJ a little double-decker bus for her desk, which she thanked her for.

“Oh and Y/N, I thought you would love this.” Penelope then pulled a snowglobe the size of her hand out of a different bag.

It had Big Ben in the middle, surrounded by the streets of London with little people and cars filling them.

“Oh my gosh, this will go perfect with my collection.” Y/N smiled at Penelope and thanked her. She had made it a point when she first joined the team to, if possible, get a snowglobe from every state she visited. She had a lot now, almost all fifty, and an international one was a great thing to add to her collection.

“Hey, Morgan, how was temporary duty?” Y/N asked, peeling her eyes off of the beautiful snowglobe.

“Oh, it was around the clock,” Derek responded. “I thought I’d get a little more of a vacation, but…”

“Did you watch the Olympics at all?” Spencer asked.

“I did see a little track and field, but the queen bee here-” he gestured to Penelope- “She saw everything.”

“Hey, me too, that’s all I got to do during my sabbatical, besides talking to my therapist.” Y/N giggled high-fiving Penelope as she related.

“Emily is, for real, hooked up over there. She sends her love, and tea of the month starts next week,” Penelope said, her eyes bouncing between the three who weren’t with her.

“Oh, I miss her,” JJ said staring absently at the floor behind Penelope.

“Me too,” Y/N agreed.

“Don’t even get me started,” Penelope said shaking her head. “Hey, how’s the new? Is she nice?”

Penelope was referring to the new team recruit, who had joined during their time in London, and Y/N’s leave.

“Yeah, she is,” JJ answered sincerely.

“Y/N, have you met her?” Penelope turned to Y/N who was standing next to Spencer.

“I have yet to meet her, but Spence has told me about her,” Y/N responded.

“I’m just asking. Reid-” Penelope whipped her head to make eye contact with Spencer- “Do you know she was recruited when she was 24?”

“I’ve guest lectured in her forensics linguistics class before,” Spencer said.

“Of course you have, cause she's a professor and an agent, which is so impressive,” Penelope muttered.

“No, really, she’s great,” JJ said trying to convince Penelope that this change was good.

“Mm-hmm, and driven, clearly. Berkely grad, double major, bureau star of the Unabomber case, and she teaches at George town,” Penelope said, reciting everything she knew about this woman from her research.

“When she’s not doing that, she’s SSAing at the Washington Field Office. And she has her PhD. does that mean I have to call her doctor?”

While Penelope continued her spew, the four in front of her just looked at her with a ‘really?’ look. Y/N just let out a chuckle, missing Penelope’s sass.

“What?! I did some research on her cause I couldn’t sleep on the plane,” She defended herself. “And my point is, clearly, she is smart and capable but is she nice?”

As Penelope finished her question, Derek, JJ, and Y/N cleared their throats to stop her as SSA Alex Blake walked up behind her.

Y/N let out a giggle as Spencer moved away from his spot beside Penelope as if trying to get away from the situation.

“Oh dear god, this is happening. Where I talk and the person is behind…” she trailed off as she turned to be met with Blake. “Me.”

“The origin of ‘nice’, is twelfth-century Middle English, meaning foolish or stupid,” Blake said as she met Penelope’s eyes. “I hope you’re referring to the modern use of the adjective.”

Y/N let out a muffled laugh into her hand that covered her mouth, not being able to keep it in any longer. Derek smacked her arm but was also smiling as he was struggling not to laugh.

“You must be Penelope,” Blake concurred once Penelope stayed in a silent, embarrassed state. “I’m Alex Blake.”

“Nice to meet you. Really, actually nice in the nicest of ways nice,” Penelope said quietly as Derek placed a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m Derek Morgan,” Derek said, shaking Blake’s hand.

“Welcome back,” she responded.

Y/N then stepped up to introduce herself.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she stuck her hand out.

To her surprise, she smiled adoringly at her. “Welcome back to you too, Dr. Reid mentioned you the last time he guest lectured to me.”

Y/N giggled and glanced at Spencer who had a shy blush on his face. “Good things I hope.”

“Of course.”

“How was Seattle?” Derek asked Blake.

“The unsub made Ridgway look like a saint. He even used his own kid to bait his victims,” Blake responded.

“Mm, those aren’t fun, we’ve seen them before, and no doubt will see those again,” Y/N said with a grimace.

Blake nodded and was about to respond but Rossi walked in quickly.

“Don’t unpack,” Rossi said as he walked past quickly.

“Garcia, the files,” Hotch said as he also walked past.

Penelope nodded, muttering some words under her breath, embarrassed by her whole encounter as she walked away.

The team made their way up to the round table room swiftly.

“A few hours ago there was a prison transfer to the county hospital in Abilene, Texas. The Ambulance crashed and the prisoner escaped.” As Hotch began the case, Strauss entered with files and handed them to everyone.

“He’s wearing the EMT uniform, and he’s armed with the guard’s weapon,” Strauss continued.

“Aren’t the U.S. Marshals on this?” Derek asked.

“Yes, they are, but they need your help because this is what they found inside.” Strauss grabbed the remote and pulled up a picture of the victim.

“The EMT and the driver died in the accident, the guard, however, suffocated,” Strauss continued as they saw the Guard laying on the table in the photo. The EMT laid in the back in only his underwear and a white T-shirt.

“What’s on his mouth?” Y/N asked as she noticed the guard’s mouth had something on it.

“It was sewn shut,” Strauss responded.

“So the prisoner in the silencer,” Blake said as she remembered the signature.

“Or this guy’s a copycat,” Rossi countered.

“Forensics confirmed it’s the same unique double-knot ligature he used in all three murder,” Hotch said, debunking the copycat theory.

“His last known victim was in 2004 and he was never caught,” Spencer reminded everyone.

“So he didn’t go dormant by choice, he was locked up,” JJ concluded.

“Well, why not just escape? If he hadn’t sewn the guard’s mouth shut, we would never know it was him,” Derek said.

“He wants us to know he’s back,” Rossi replied to Derek’s statement with more clarity.

“We’ve got his face, what’s his name?” Blake asked Hotch.

“John Doe,” Hotch answered. “He was pulled over in ‘04 for a traffic violation, no registration, no tags, he carried no I.D.,” he continued.

“No way he did eight years for that,” Y/N said, confused as to why this man was in prison.

“They searched the car and found a gun with a silencer,” Hotch replied.

“A silencer, he was practically telling them who he was and no one made the connection,” Rossi stated baffled.

“It’s a federal offense, carries a 30-year minimum sentence, but it was actually what he did inside that guaranteed him life without parole,” Hotch finished.

“He killed two men while inside,” JJ said reading the report in her file.

“And never said a word,” Spencer added.

“Mm-hmm, he spoke with his fists,” Blake corrected as she looked at the report of all the fights he had been in.

“Remaining silent for 8 years takes a hell of a lot of self-restraint,” Derek said.

“Maybe it was a conditioned response,” Spencer said looking back at Derek.

“Garcia’s gathering all the files from ‘04, we’ll catch up on the plane. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch picked up his file and nodded his head to dismiss everyone.

Y/N walked out of the room with Spencer trailing behind her closely.

“Hey,” he said, catching up beside her while she was at her desk. “How was your meeting with Strauss?”

Y/N just looked at him with an annoyed look, hoping that would tell him how she felt about it.

“That bad?”

“Oh yeah, but we’ll talk about it when we get back.” She pulled her duffle over her shoulder and laid her coat across her arm.

Spencer nodded, grabbing his own bag, and led the way out of the office.

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Everyone sat in silence on the plane, looking over the files in hand. It wasn’t awkward, but it was filled with the stiffness you get when everyone’s minds are busy at work.

“Did any of you work on the Silencer case?” Blake asked, breaking the silence in hope to relieve the tension.

“That was during my extended sabbatical,” Rossi answered.

“I was still in college,” Y/N also answered.

The air became stiff again as Y/N mentioned college. After many times of telling the team, she was fine, and most of her trauma was gone, they still avoided the topic of college memories. She appreciated the fact they didn’t want to trigger any unwanted trauma, but she hated the fact that they walked on eggshells about the topic.

“We all consulted, but nobody made the trip to Texas,” Hotch said, answering for the rest of the team.

Blake looked up confused as to why they didn’t make the trip. “Why not? Three women in four months, it’s textbook kill rate, an undeniable signature, obvious surrogates.”

She let out a scuff of confusion.

“We weren’t invited by local police,” Hotch responded, disappointment that they weren’t invited evident in his voice .

“Aren’t you tired of that?” Blake said, annoyed that was the case of their help not being there.

The team chuckled, all silently saying ‘we know it’s annoying’.

“Welcome to our world,” Y/N giggled along with everyone else.

“The women he killed were beaten and left in open ditches. That physical representation of his anger is missing this time around,” Derek said as he switched the subject to victimology.

“He must do something else that satisfies him,” JJ said.

“The signature is the same, but his victimology couldn’t be more different,” Spencer began answering JJ and Derek’s statements. The guard was clearly a victim of necessity, but if he’s in need-driven behavior, such as sewing the mouths shut, how can he control that and only do it to the guard?”

“Maybe he just ran out of time,” Y/N said, answering Spencer’s now posed question.

“Or he could just want the guard to suffer in silence,” Derek argued.

“Literally makes his victims shut up,” Rossi agreed with his own twist on the argument.

“It seems obvious, but, uh, there may be something to it,” Hotch said, turning his head to Spencer for confirmation.

Spencer nodded his head.

“Then the question is why?” Blake asked.

“Morgan, you, Y/N, and JJ go to the M.E., Reid, you and Dave check out John Doe’s cell, and Blake and I will head to the U.S. Marshals,” Hotch said.

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Y/N hated the M.E., it smelt weird to her. She could deal with dead bodies, sure, but it was the smell of all the sterile equipment and the LED lights that gave her a headache.

“The suture is 6-zero nylon, P-3 needle, 13-millimeter long, ⅜ circle. A dozen of these would come in a box,” The M.E. said as she walked over to JJ, Y/N, and Derek who were beside the body.

“The suture drawer was empty on the ambulance,” Derek said.

“Then he’s got a lot more,” the M.E. concluded.

“His techniques aren’t like a mortician,” JJ said as she examined the mouth.

“It almost looks like the stitching is strictly through the lips,” Y/N agreed. She crossed her arms over her stomach as she leaned down closer to the face of the body. She turned her head to look at the stitching that almost looked like something from a horror movie.

“It’s rather crude what he’s done,” the M.E. added then pointed to the lips of the guard. “You see how the nylon is stretched? The victim struggled, which says the prisoner did it while this guy was still alive.”

“Torture, just like his first victims,” JJ said, concluding that this was the torture for this victim like how he did with his others.

“Well, now that you’ve seen his handiwork, I’ll open his mouth.” The M.E. picked up a pair of surgical scissors and cut the nylon suture.

When the nylon was cut, the M.E. used her hands to open his mouth. As she did so, the four saw an orange bag folded up in his mouth.

“What’s that?” Y/N asked as she peered at the object closer.

As the M.E. opened the folded bag, they saw the note written inside.

“ ‘Gazing through to the other side’,” Derek read aloud.

“That’s not much of a taunt.” JJ’s face contorted as she thought about the note.

“Maybe it’s not for us?” Y/N posed as she looked at the two agents.

“Then who?” Derek asked.

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“He literally put words in the guard’s mouth,” Y/N said as her, Derek, and JJ walked into the conference room of the U.S. marshall’s precinct.

When they walked in, it looked like Spencer and Rossi had also just arrived and been telling Blake and Hotch of their findings.

“That’s new,” Rossi stated.

“Well, we think this is what we were missing, the words give him the pleasure the beatings used to bring,” JJ relayed what they discussed on the car ride there.

“Maybe we had this wrong, what if the ritual is sewing the mouths shut?” Spencer posed, which everyone gave him slightly confused glances as a response.

“His signature used to be the beatings, but now it’s putting words in their mouths,” Spencer clarified what he meant.

“Yeah, just when you think a signature doesn’t get more solid than that,” JJ said, agreeing with Spencer.

“What did he write?” Blake asked Derek, who was holding the note in the bag.

“ ‘Gazing through to the other side’,” Derek read the note again. He held it up to show it to the group.

Blake gave a confused face as she tried to think if she had heard the words before.

“It’s not an anagram,” Blake deciphered. “Is it a phrase in anything you’ve read so far?” She looked at Spencer who had a pile of notepads in front of him.

“No, it’s not a well-known literary reference either,” Spencer answered.

“Well, the words mean something to him, otherwise he wouldn’t share it,” Blake said as she pointed down to a notepad she was holding.

“It’s gonna get dark soon, he’ll be on the move.” Hotch’s statement was more of a spoken thought.

“You want us on the roads with the marshals?” Derek asked Hotch.

“No, I think we should concentrate on remote locations,” Hotch answered. “He’s not just escaping detection, he’s a recluse. He’ll be attracted to isolated locations.”

As the day went into the night, the team had sent out marshals to cover some areas they thought the unsub could be based on a geo-profile Spencer and Y/N made. They got an unfortunate hit at a local, isolated gas station. The owner had been killed with his mouth sewn shut.

Spencer, Y/N, and Blake stayed back at the precinct to help develop more of the profile and hopefully decipher more of the note.

“Blake,” Blake said as she answered her phone.

Y/N and Spencer could hear the faint voice of Derek on the other side.

“Did you get another note?” Blake asked. Derek responded with a ‘yep’ then Blake asked, “Can I put you on speaker?”

Assuming he said yes, she pulled the phone away from her ear and pressed the speaker button.

“ ‘Waiting on the taste of honey...the smell of summer,” Derek read.

Y/N thought for a second, then looked between Spencer and Blake hoping they knew what it meant.

“ ‘And the sight of the other side’, three of the senses,” Blake said as she pieced the notes together.

“Then we’re only missing sound and touch now,” Y/N said as she could now understand more of what the unsub was doing.

“This guy’s like Jekyll and Hyde writes a decent thought and then sews it in the mouth,” Derek said with slight irritation in his voice.

“Whatever he is, he’s romanticizing the hell out of this, thank Morgan,” Blake said, hovering her finger over the red hangup command.

“Sure,” he responded then Blake hung up.

“ ‘Gazing through to the other side, waiting on the taste of honey, the smell of summer.’ Do you think he’s telling us about a place?” Spencer asked as he said the whole quote.

“That’s what it sounds like,” Y/N responded.

“But…” Blake said and glanced back at the board and then walked to it. “Where?” She drew out the word with a sigh as she looked at a map.

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“We can’t tell you exactly where this unsub’s going or what he’s thinking, but his actions will betray his intentions,” Hotch said as they began this odd profile.

“And how’s that?” Tilghman, the captain of the marshals, asked.

“Earlier tonight at the gas station, he could have stolen money, but the register wasn’t empty. That tells us he’s not planning a long road trip,” Hotch answered.

“And yet he’s logical enough to be in survival mode,” Y/N added.

“So logic tells him to escape, I get that,” Tilghman said then continued to ask a question. “But what the hell makes him sew mouths shut?”

“It’s a compulsion over which he has no control,” Hotch replied.

“So how do we stop him?” Tilghman asked.

“Well, truth shows itself through actions,” Derek began. “What’s this guy’s truth? He feels silenced. Agent Hotchner has a theory that he had a speech impediment that made him embarrassed to talk. He may have been relentlessly teased because of it.”

“His prior victims tell us a woman, likely a mother figure is to blame,” JJ said.

“Chances are she was abusive and convinced him that whatever words he had were worthless,” Y/N continued.

“This guy hasn’t spoken a word in eight years, could he have been mute?” Tilghman asked.

“Definitely not,” Blake answered.

“You sound pretty damn sure,” Tilghman challenged.

“He refers to IPA in a few of his personal writings,” Blake responded.

“What’s IPA?”

“International Phonetic Alphabet. It represents only those qualities of speech that are in spoken language,” Blake answered.

“It’s proof that he’s able to hear, which means most likely he can talk but chooses not to,” Y/N said as she could add onto Blake’s thought.

“Then what’s he using it for?” Tilghman continued his questions.

“He uses multiple languages to communicate. IPA is an interesting choice, I’ve found that those who understand something as detailed as that are also proficient in sign language,” Blake concluded.

“So these words that he’s leaving in these mouths are directly taunting us?” Tilghman asked what Y/N hoped was his final question.

“Those messages--”

“Have not been analyzed yet,” Blake interjected Y/N with a lie.

Y/N looked at her confused why she would do that then to Derek who had tapped her leg and gave her a confused look. Y/N simply shrugged at Derek answering his glance.

“You know, not to change the subject,” Spencer said, clearly changing the subject, hoping no awkward tension would come from the interjection. “But he’s incredibly well-read, which tells us that he grew up in isolation with literature being his only escape. His own writings are not as profound and despite his reading comprehension, we don’t think he’s had an extended education.”

“Everything about his psychosis says the spoken word has value, it also greatly angers him,” Rossi said.

“And if he was yelled at or made to feel stupid, he held onto his anger until he snapped,” Hotch added.

“So why hasn’t he fled the area?” Tilghman asked. “He knows there’s a manhunt going down, wouldn’t he want to get as far away as possible?”

“Well, he could be on a mission. We just don’t know if that mission includes a person or a place, but we do know his target is close to here,” JJ answered both of Tilghman’s questions.

“Thank you,” Hotch said, dismissing everyone.

When they stood up to leave the room, Derek tapped Y/N to get her attention.

“You want to talk to her about that?” He asked, referring to Blake cutting her off.

“Want to join me?” She responded which Derek nodded to.

“Hey, Blake,” Y/N said, making the dark-haired woman turn to her. She really didn’t want to piss this woman off, but she needed to know why she dismissed that part of the profile.

“Wouldn’t you say that those messages are related to the profile?” Y/N asked, wringing her hands together nervously.

“To a degree, yes,” Balke answered.

“A degree?” Derek questioned her response. “He basically signed his name to the murders.”

“He’s never left words before, that’s a significant change of behavior,” Y/N added onto Derek’s statement.

“But you completely dismissed it,” Derek finished. Those are the words Y/N was afraid would piss off Blake.

“Because the Marshals have their own agenda,” Blake said in a whisper. “And will believe it’s a taunt no matter what we tell them. We don’t need to give them any more fuel.”

Blake was right, Y/N and Derek knew that, but she should have brought that up with them before delivering the profile.

“If the unsub needs to get his thoughts out, it’s like he’s reminding us of something, and until we know what that something is I’m not comfortable speculating in front of them,” Blake finished expressing how she felt about it.

“Well, how about the rest of us?” Y/N asked. The question came off as defensive and that was not her intent.

“Dr. Reid and I are coming up with theories-” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly- “you two are welcomed to join us.”

Derek looked at Y/N. She was pressing her thumb across the top of each of her fingers, pushing hard as a way to express her anger.

When Blake had walked away after Derek had given her a response to do so, Y/N let out a breath.

“Do you think she’s intentionally trying to make us feel inferior?” Y/N whispered to Derek, who let out an agitated sigh.

“Come on, let’s at least join her and boy wonder to give her a chance.”

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The next morning, Y/N, Hotch, and Blake rolled up to the sight of the crime scene. The morning was cloudy and almost seemed dull. Appropriate for the circumstance of the child in his carrier left under a tree.

“Marshal, where are the parents?” Hotch asked Marshal Tilghman as they got closer.

“Father’s in the stall dead, no sign of the mother,” Tilghman responded. “He stole the victims I.D.’s so I have no idea who he is, or what kind of vehicle we’re looking for.”

“Was there another message?” Blake asked.

“They're checking right now.” Blake nodded and walked to the shed where the body was.

Y/N squatted down in front of the baby in the carrier. He was sleeping peacefully, a blanket laid carefully on top of him, his pacifier on top of the blanket, and his bottle beside it. That was odd because this baby was only a few months old.

“This baby is only a few months old, he’s too young to hold the bottle himself.” Y/N gestured to the bottle.

“Maybe the father fed him,” Tilghman said.

“You wouldn’t take the baby out of the safety of your car in the middle of the night.” Y/N shook her head at the thought of the unsub touching this poor little guy. A sudden motherly feeling overtook her and all she wanted to do was hold this baby.

“Then you’re telling me this guy killed a man then came out here for the baby?” Tilghman was confused by the theory.

“That’s exactly what he did,” Hotch answered solemnly. “He stayed with him while he slept and then gave him his pacifier.”

“Well then, maybe he’s not that far away,” Tilghman said then walked away.

As he walked away, Blake walked over and replaced the spot he vacated.

“There were no words left in the mouth this time,” Blake said as she got close to Hotch.

“I think caring for the baby is his message,” Hotch said as he looked down at the child.

“Then he must relate to the child,” Blake concluded.

“Maybe he’s obsessed with nature he didn’t get,” Y/N said. Her focus never left the baby though, she was too worried about him waking up and crying for it to be diverted away.

“Or simply wanted him to be quiet,” Blake added.

“He’s telling us he has boundaries?” Hotch wondered.

“He’s too unstable for that, I’d say he’s lucky,” Blake said as she gave a tight-lipped smile to the baby.

Y/N then looked to the side of the carrier, her hand reached under the blanket to move it off the ground. When she did so, an orange biohazard bag revealed. She picked it up and stood up from her squatted position to show Blake and Hotch her findings.

When they saw what she had, she opened the bag to see what was inside.

“Scissors...suture kits...medical tape.” She listed off the items she saw in the bag to them.

“What’s he trying to tell us? That he’s finished killing?” Blake asked.

“He left his tools behind. That usually means you’re gonna call it quits,” Y/N said as she agreed with Blake’s question.

“He didn’t leave the stolen gun,” Hotch reminded them of the item. “He’s not giving up.”

With that, the three finished up at the crime scene and headed back to the precinct to rethink what his next move will be.

“Okay,” JJ began with a sigh. “So he leaves words until today, maybe he’s closer to what he’s looking for?”

“He could have already found it,” Derek said, answering JJ’s questioned theory. “If he feels satisfied, he may disappear.”

“Mm, we’re too close to let that happen,” Blake said with her hands pressed against one another in front of her face.

“All right, then we go back to the first kills; three women, late forties, all working class. Mothers, brunettes, beaten and left in a ditch. That was his message, he hated them,” Hotch said trying to give a new train of thought for everyone.

“Maybe he’s not targeting women anymore because he already killed the person he blames,” Y/N proposed. She had been looking down at her journal in her lap, when she looked up, she was met with Spencer’s gaze.

She blushed, even after a year of dating, his gazes of adoration still give her butterflies.

“Most likely his mother,” Blake said, agreeing with Y/N.

“We should have Garcia run all the victims’ names again,” Hotch said, pulling over the conference phone, dialing Penelope’s number.

“At your service,” Penelope said, answering the phone after one ring.

“Pull up the ‘04 victims,” Hotch ordered.

“Done.”

“All right, we need a list of their children,” Hotch continued his orders.

“Okay, next of kin, state welfare, give me a sec…” Penelope’s voice trailed off as she searched then a ping was heard. “Gotcha! Okay, some were put into foster care after their moms died, runaways, truancy, not good.”

“Any incarcerated?” Hotch asked.

“A handful, do you have any more parameters?” Penelope asked in hopes of getting a hit.

“Uh, not yet, just send us the list,” Hotch answered.

“Comin’ at ya now.” Penelope hung up.

“All right, let’s start with the first victim.” Hotch pulled the list up on his phone.

“Julie Myres.” JJ pointed with her pencil to the victim on the board.

“Three boys- Mark, Greg, and John, born ‘70, ‘72, ‘74, history of truancy. Child services lost track of them.” Hotch read from the list, only hitting the highlights and not going into the full detail.

“Is there any family history of cajun French?” Blake asked.

“Yeah, Julie Myres was born in New Orleans,” Hotch answered as he read the bio of the victim.

“Could Explain his interest in the language,” Y/N posed with a shrug.

“Let’s jump ahead to his most recent behavior-” Derek grabbed a bag with the evidence Y/N found by the baby- “He leaves all of this behind. Is it his version of surrender?”

“What’s the medical tape for?” Rossi nodded to the tape in the bag. “He didn’t use it on any of the victims.”

“Yet it was important enough for him to steal from the ambulance,” Derek said as he gestured to the item in the bag.

“Maybe he’s using it on himself.” Y/N leaned forward on the table. “We said he may have some kinda nerve damage, if that’s the case, his eye won’t shut by itself.”

“So he would have to tape it down,” Derek said agreeing with Y/N’s statement.

“It’s his left eye, the same where the recent scars are,” Hotch added.

“Under his ear,” JJ said, remembering the scar in the picture. “What if he was trying to stop from hearing.”

“That’s pretty severe, taking a knife to your own head,” Rossi said, not sure if that would be the case.

“He may have had an implant, the electronic pulses enhance natural sound. If all he wants is peace, an implant is like having a speaker that goes to eleven,” Blake said.

With this new theory in play, Hotch hit the redial button to call Penelope back.

“That was fast,” Penelope said when she answered.

“Do any of the children have a cochlear implant?” Hotch asked, hopeful for a yes.

“Uh, 1988, John Myers,” Penelope responded after a small pause for her searching.

“He was fourteen at the time,” Hotch said looking at his birthdate.

“Yeah, his mom was paid six hundred and fifty bucks for the medical trial,” Penelope said as she did some more digging.

“Was he deaf before that?” Y/N asked leaning closer to the phone.

“Had to be in order to participate,” Penelope answered. Her fingers typing on the keys could be heard through the call as she pulled up more of the trial. “Yikes, it was a highly experimental procedure. It was rested on humans, not animals-”

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in shock at her words.

“Caused quite the controversy.”

“So mom gives him the gift of hearing and it turns out to be a curse,” Rossi said as he came to a conclusion for a motive.

“Spent his first fourteen years in silence, gets lost in the world through books, learns languages-- anything to escape,” Spencer said.

“He’s content, and then his mom gets paid to use him as a guinea pig and now he can’t turn the noise off,” Blake said as she thought more into his motive.

“He blamed her and he wanted her to suffer,” JJ said, agreeing with Blake.

The team kept working, pulling different theories and piecing together scenes.

Y/N tried to focus, but she was having a hard time. Spencer was focused with Blake on trying to decipher the two notes, and she really couldn’t follow what they were saying. All she could think about was that poor baby.

“Hotch, I’m going to get some air.” Y/N stood up from her chair.

Hotch nodded his head, and the rest of the team watched as Y/N swiftly walked out of the room and out the doors.

When the air hit her, she felt capable of breathing again. She laced her fingers together and placed them on top of her head. The sun was warm on her face and she felt like her head was clear for the first time in hours.

Her arms fell down to her sides when she heard the front door open. She expected it to be Spencer, but she was surprised when she was met with Blake.

“You okay?” She asked sincerely.

Y/N took a breath in through her nose, no tears came from her eyes, but the breath was shaky like she was crying.

Running her hands down her face, she let out the breath she took in. “Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” She looked at her with a tight-lipped smile.

An awkward silence fell between the two as Y/N was still trying to compose herself and Blake was trying to from her words.

“I wanted to apologize for last night. I should’ve talked to the team about the whole note thing before we delivered the profile,” Blake said with an apologetic tone.

“I understand.” Y/N really didn’t want to get into the fact that Blake made her feel inferior, so she opted to just let it go.

With a grateful smile, Blake gave a simple nod and opened the door for Y/N. She smiled and walked in to head back to the conference room.

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Y/N stood in front of a whiteboard. The two phases of the notes he left written out on it. Her eyes darted between the words and the pictures of the victims, not even knowing where to start to figure out where the words could take them.

“If they aren’t his words then who’s are they?” Derek asked as he walked away from the board to sit down. He was annoyed that they couldn’t figure out what they were.

“We need to find out who his neighbors were in prison,” Blake said as she thought of where they could start.

“He spent more time in solitary then he did in his own cell,” Rossi stated, not knowing if what Blake was asking for would help.

“It’s total darkness but not complete silence, the inmates can speak through the walls,” JJ said.

“Let’s see which fellow inmate did time in solitary when he was there.” Rossi pulled out his phone then walked out of the room to make the call to the prison.

“I can’t really imagine an inmate thrown in solitary would be telling campfire stories to other inmates in solitary.” Y/N spoke in a monotone voice, her eyes still trained on the board.

“Some inmates get put in there for their own protection,” Derek reminded her.

“That’s true, we should start with those prisoners,” Hotch said, agreeing with Derek’s statement.

“Hold on,” Blake said, bringing the attention to her. “See how he wrote ‘Waiting on the taste of honey’, it’s got Southern U.S. roots, but more specifically it’s Texas south. A sub-dialect of southern English found in the north-central part of the state.”

She looked back down at the notes then saw another thing. “Right here-- you wait for something that hasn’t shown up, you wait on something that’s nearby.”

“The taste of honey would be close,” Spencer said as he understood what Blake was saying.

“Yes, and the storyteller is probably from north of here.”

“Fewer were thrown in the hole than you think,” Rossi said when he stepped back into the room, then set his phone down on the table. “Go ahead, Garcia.”

“Our unsub was the MVP of solitary. He was in there more than any other prisoner,” Penelope said as she relayed what she told Rossi to the rest of the team.

“All right, we’re looking for somebody who didn’t belong in jail. His offense would be minimal, he might even be in there for his own protection.”Hotch gave some parameters.

“Uh-huh, I got a few,” Penelope responded when she got a hit.

“Can you read off the hometowns?” Blake asked.

“Sure, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Sweetwater--”

“Sweetwater, who was that inmate?” Y/N asked as the name perked her ears. She turned away from the board and stood next to Blake.

“Danny Tucker looks like he was only in for two months,” Penelope answered.

“Well, that’s long enough to tell stories to John Myres,” Hotch said.

“Hey, his family owns property near where you are. It’s really secluded, too,” Penelope said as she found out that information.

“With local honey, by any chance?” Blake asked.

“They are known for it.”

“That’s where he’s going,” Y/N said looking at Blake next to her who nodded in agreement.

“Garcia, is it private property?” Hotch asked.

“It was, but it’s been sold. They’re building a housing development.”

“So it’s not the hideaway he’s hoping for,” Y/N said, looking to Hotch.

“Where would he go?” Blake asked.

“He might blame Danny for lying to him. Garcia-”

“Danny’s house is down the road from the development, I’m sending his address to your phones now.” Penelope beat Hotch to the punch.

“Dave, You, Reid, and Y/N go to the site, the rest of us will go to the house,” Hotch said, sending everyone off.

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That evening, the team arrived back at Quantico. Sadly, John had ended up taking his own life, but Danny and his family were saved.

Rossi led the pack of Y/N, Spencer, JJ, and Blake through the office doors.

“Don’t tell me there's another one,” Rossi said as he was now face-to-face with Strauss who had been waiting for them.

“There’s always another one,” she replied.

“I told you we should’ve just gotten into our cars,” Rossi said as he regretted not doing so.

Y/N rested her head on Spencer’s arm. She really wanted to go home now, even after being stuck there for so long, she just wanted to go home and cuddle with Spencer.

“Where are we off to now?” JJ asked.

“Home,” Strauss responded. “You need to spend at least one night in your own beds.”

“Bless,” Y/N said, grabbing Spencer’s hand and leading him to the elevator.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Rossi said following close behind.

“Yeah, me too,” JJ said as she also followed.

When Y/N walked through her and Spencer’s apartment door, she let out a loud, exaggerated sigh of relief. She held both her arms out as she basked in the feeling of being home.

“I thought you said you were done with being stuck at home,” Spencer laughed as he set down his go-bag.

“I say some things that I don’t mean later.” Y/N set her go-bag down by the couch and walked into the bedroom, flopping onto the bed.

The nicely made bed, now looking a little disheveled from the impact, surrounded Y/N. The comfort it gave relieved her back pain from the lousy hotel bed she had slept in.

Spencer followed closely behind, and unlike her, carefully climbed next to her in the bed.

“You want to tell me about that meeting now?” Spencer asked, grabbing her hand and giving it a kiss.

“Ugh.” Y/N groaned as she scooted closer to Spencer. She kinda hoped he would forget about it, but that would literally be impossible for him. “She asked me if I wanted to move to the fugitive task force because Emily left.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said no, obviously.”

She had her head laying on his chest but then lifted it up to look at him. Her head rested in her hand that Spencer wasn’t holding, his thumb rubbing back and forth across her knuckles.

“She should know I wouldn’t want to move, I told her when I joined the BAU it was my dream,” Y/N said with her voice rising with irritation. “And it was super annoying, she acted like she was surprised that would be my answer. I don’t want to end up like how JJ did where she had to move to state by force. That was stupid. I just, she thinks she can have everything she wants-”

Spencer’s laughter cut her off.

“Why are you laughing?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“You’re overreacting, if you said no then nothing will happen, JJ’s case was special,” he told her with a reassuring look. “And also you’re just cute when you’re irritated,” he shrugged.

Her eyebrows raised in question. “Oh yeah?”

She let go of his hand and quickly reached for a pillow behind her head. She sat up on her knees and smacked him with the pillow.

“Am I cute now?” She giggled and waited for his reaction. He wrapped his arms around her waist and tackled her down to have him laying on top of her. That was enough of a distraction for him to grab his own pillow and smack her with it.

“Very.”

She sat up again and the two had a flat out pillow war. Not a fight, a war.

Eventually, Y/N ended up on top of Spencer, straddling his torso. Her hands grabbed his sides as she tickled him relentlessly.

“Okay, okay, I surrender!” He panted with laughter.

She stopped her assault and moved to lay on him.

“Yay,” she pecked his lips and moved off of him to cuddle into his side.

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