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Any personal headcanons on Rick and Michonne as a couple? Like their favorite things about the other, what they argue about, love languages ect. lol they’ve set up camp in my brain and I just want more of them 🙇🏻‍♀️

this is so funny because i've been thinking about their love languages ever since danai did that interview with YNB after 1x04! yvette said rick's is words of affirmation and michonne's is acts of services, and I definitely agree but I also think they display pretty much all of them, and quite a bit? rick is obviously into giving gifts and loves quality time (family fun day, begging her to spend just a few more days on the road in 7x12) and to say they both love physical touch is an understatement. this gorgeous gifset highlights it all beautifully.

anyway, some headcanons~

I really don't think they argue about much? they are very in sync most of the time. historically their big arguments are about how to handle major threats (negan, the crm, rick's PTSD) and since nothing bad is ever happening to them ever again because I said so there's no need to fight about those things anymore

michonne's favorite things about rick are how affectionate he is with his family, his strength, his accent, and his hair

rick's favorite thing about michonne is everything

i actually think they talk about books a lot. they're both nerdy as hell in different ways and love that about each other

michonne likes to cook and is very experimental while rick likes to bake (mostly secret family pie recipes) and they love feeding each other and their kids

michonne absentmindedly sings and does little dances when she's doing things around the house and rick stops whatever he's doing to lean against the wall and watch her and smile

that scene we saw in 9x01 where they cuddle up in bed and unpack their day was a ritual they started way back at the prison, even though back then it was obviously platonic (we do actually see them talking when everyone else is asleep several times throughout twd). they would linger and chat before heading to their respective cells at night. in the six years michonne spent without rick, she continued the tradition herself, talking to him out loud alone in their bedroom

rick DEFINITELY teases michonne about being oblivious to his feelings for her before The Couch

michonne hits back by teasing him about Whatever the Fuck He Was Doing With Jessie 💀

you didn't ask for grimes family headcanons but:

after they got home, michonne has a moment like that scene at the end of kill bill vol 2 and has a near silent hysterical laugh-cry of relief by herself in the bathroom before calmly walking back out to join her family. only rick notices

rick on the other hand is afraid to let any of them out of his sight. he spends the first six months he's back home being a total insomniac watching the three of them sleep because he's afraid if he closes his eyes he'll wake up alone back at the CRM

antony azor who plays rj is apparently very shy and reserved but opened up unexpectedly with andrew lincoln and so obviously this is also exactly what happened with rick and rj. father and son bonded INSTANTLY

his first night back, judith asks rick to finish reading the wizard of oz to her because he never got a chance to. it takes a good five minutes for him to compose himself but she does finally get the full story from her dad

rick and michonne do have an actual wedding ceremony, but it's just for them, judith and rj.

[britishcupoftea]

Summer at the lighthouse part 1

this is the first time posting some of my stories in here so 💀🙏 pray for me y’all. It’s a bit of a long one so I’ll do 3 parts cause that’s all I got up to before I gave up lol. Help why did I write so much. Sorry it’s it’s cringe😭🙏😭🙏 Enjoy

CHAPTER 1- DAMN SEAGULLS

Should have taken swimming lessons I thought, as I looked out at the vast open sea that stretched its sparkling blue fingers all the way across the horizon. It was only 3 months right, I thought. It’s not like i have to stay here forever. It was so stupid coming to stay here, my dad had sent me here for the summer as he often was called out during these months for army protocols, but this year was a bit of a stretch. I barely knew the parents I was staying with however my dad said he new them well and it wouldn’t take long for me to settle in. James and Maddie, those were their names weren’t they, they were both middle aged and sea worn yet they seemed quite friendly. I couldn’t say the same about Leah I thought: she was their daughter, fair haired, blue eyes, perfectly simetical face. Leah had a younger sister called Darcy too. I lost my trail of thought as far above me I heard the screaming of a seagull as it circled the top of the lighthouse. It looked down at me distastefully.

As I finally began to lose my self in daydreams again, splat! Something landed on my shoulder and dribbled down my shirt. “Well shit,” I groaned looking down on the stain. Even the seagulls didn’t  want me here, before I got shit on again, I started to make my way towards the iron door of the lighthouse. It took some effort to open it but when I did, a blast of warm air greeted me and I stumbled inside, slamming the door behind me. Inside wasn’t much better then the outside of the lighthouse, pail green wallpaper hung on the walls, a sofa was shoved into the corner and everything else was randomly positioned around the room. However I didn’t pay much attention to it as I pulled my trainers off and threw them onto the door mat. After running up the stairs into the kitchen, I pulled of my shirt and put it in the washing machine, i mushed the buttons on the panel and left to go to my room. I stopped on the 5th floor, my room, and stood, taking in the tiny room I was supposed to live in for 6 months. I had brought my bags in earlier and mostly unpacked. No one was home but being shirtless made me uncomfortable, so I found a large shirt to wear till my top was out the wash.

Sighing, I looked curiously up the stairs towards Leah’s room; her family were out and I had seen every other room… it’s not like it would hurt anyone too look, would it? Carefully, I crept up the stairs and entered Leah’s room. Huge bookshelves lined the walls, a warm  grey carpet lined the floor, a desk which was piled with books was squashed next to a single bed, a couple of bean bags were strewn about with heaps of other junk. Huh pretty typical for a 16 year old. Sweeping the room again, I noticed the girl sat, on the bed facing the window. “Uhh hey” I said, straightening up and trying to look impressive. “Wha-“ the girl yelled and her golden hair whipped round as a hand flared out for a book that was balanced on the desk. Her fingers grasped the book and hurtled it across the room towards me. SMACK! It hit me right in the my stomach, the speed had thrust the air out of me yet i managed to stand my ground and not fall over. For a moment her eyes caught mine, those clear crystal blue eyes, their beauty made me giddy and my thoughts unclear. Damn it George! Snap out of it! “Thanks,”That was probably the stupidest and least charming  thing I could have said in the moment. “George Saveltion, nice to meet you.” I was so shocked and utterly wordless, it took all my effort to choke the words out and keep my voice steady.

Then I ripped my gaze from hers and bent down to pick up the book, as I grabbed it from the floor, I read the title, ‘the man who hunted gods’. “Oh! I err sorry didn’t know who you were for a minute there, we don’t normally have random people in the lighthouse a mile from shore,” muttered the girl in a sarcastic tone, looking away from me again, “Leah Evehouan as you probably already know, if u have any problems just come and ask.” Then she twisted her body away from me and hunched back over a pile of open study books. God it felt so embarrassing standing here in a strangers house, a couple feet away from the prettiest girl I had ever seen and holding a book, with no idea what to do now. “Err so where,” I paused, mustering the courage to speak to Leah again. “Where do I put this book?” Leah then turned back towards me which made my heart beat faster against my ribs , her golden hair flashed in the sunlight and a small smile spread across her lips. She was so immensely gorgeous that her mere presence intoxicated me, as though I was drunk on it.

“Give the book to me, George.” I watched her lips as she said the words and as she said my name, I met her gaze. Great job George real good first impression, I thought. She probably thinks you’re some creep acting all weird round her. Trying my best not to seem as awkward as I felt, I walked over to her and placed the book into her hands. Our finger tips brushed against one another and the sudden urge to take her hands in mine was overpowering. For a second it was like that, my hands in hers, holding the book and then it was over. I left Leah’s room without dying of embarrassment, which was a good sign. The afternoon was slow. So slow in fact, I almost worked up the guts to speak to Leah again but the reality of her actually wanting to speak to me killed that hope.

Most of the time I sat on my bed and played some old video games. At about two, a swarm of seagulls were circling the lighthouse and giving me a splitting headache so doing what any normal person would do, I opened my window and started throwing stones at them. I also thought about shouting at them but I didn’t want to leave a bad impression on Leah, so I just threw stones at them. I hit a couple and I’m pretty sure they looked at me with the ‘your dead meat’ face. After that I must have fell asleep because next thing I know is that I hear yelling in the background and a lot of stomping feet. Wha.. it took me a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, I heard the shouting more clearly now “LEAH, GEORGE COME DOWN!” It sounded like a male voice so I assume James was calling us. Slowly getting up, I readjusted my two-sizes-big shirt and started making my way down the stairs. The night was mostly a blur as we ate dinner and all started to head to bed. Using the only bathroom in the house, I showered and got ready to at least try and sleep. When the lights went out, all I could hear was the damn seagulls shrieking at the tops of their stupid bird lungs. Sleep came for me as soon as I lay my head down on the pillow. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be for my first night, I woke a couple times to the sound of those godforsaken seagulls and lay awake to them and the sounds of the sea. Around five am, I awoke for the third time tonight and decided to do downstairs to see if the fire was still on. Maybe the little red flames would chase away whatever kept me from sleep? Propping myself up on my elbows, I scanned the room to try and find anything out of place before I got out of bed. Small shards of moonlight filtered through the blinds of the windows either side of the room, they danced across the floor and made sliver patterns on the bookshelf. Nothing was amiss. Shrugging, I climbed out of bed and the cold air shocked my skin: I was only wearing boxers on this chilly night but I shrugged of the cold and decided I needed a book. I grabbed my dressing gown from the floor and pulled it on, making my way to the bookshelf, I scanned for any interesting books… Maybe it had one of the books Leah had read on it, maybe I would like it. Leah?? Why was I thinking of Leah? So stupid I thought to my self, yet I felt strangely compelled to make my self interesting for her, like I wanted to fit in. The feeling was strange and I stood for a minute trying to understand it. For a second I faltered… what if.. what if… no it wasn’t a what if, I had caught feelings for her. Ha my logical brain mocked me, I had know her for a day of course I couldn’t have caught  feeling for her could I? This is stupid, but it was the first time I had actually started to like someone so I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do. Stupid I repeated in my head. And somehow I still found my self creeping up the stairs towards Leah’s room, searching for the book she had thrown at me. So stupid I repeated, this will never happen again I mumbled to myself, yet I still let my mind lead me on towards the top of the stairs.  

I couldn’t see much in Leah’s room so I couldn’t make out her shape in the bed, so ever so carefully, I made my way across the room to her desk and scanned for the book I wanted. There! Right on top of a huge pile, lay the book, ‘the man who hunted gods ’. Summing all my will not to make my hands shake and tumble to pile of books, I reached for the book and slowly lifted it off the pile. I left out a sigh of relief. Still moving as carefully as I could, I tiptoed back over to the stairs and started to make my way down it. I felt so oddly accomplishes, so giddy with joy for no apparent reason. With each step i leaped further down the stairs so I was nearly running down the stairs. Oh my god what was I doing?? I was only 16, yet my emotions swept me along and I raced down each step.

I was flying so fast through the darkness that didn't notice the hunched over figure at bottom off the stairs, their back bathed in moonlight, their golden hair falling over their shoulders, their look of wide eyed horror as I came pelting down the stairs towards them. I noticed too late… Leah… SHIT! The force in with we collided was so intense that it almost sent me flying backwards but the momentum pushed us both down at least 7 steps onto the living room floor. To be honest I thought the concrete floor would hurt so bad when I fell but it actually didn’t, it felt kind of soft like a… pillow? Oh god, double shit! I think I landed on Leah. Then from below me I heard a muffled ow and “get off me you jerk” or something like that. So I pushed my self up into a sort of sitting/kneeling position.

And then I noticed it.

If it wasn’t dark in the room, Leah would have seen me turn into a tomato, u see Leah had fallen backwards onto her back and I had fallen forwards, my legs spread apart from sprinting down the stairs. You can already see where this was going. So I had landed on top of Leah, her legs in between mine… I swear I must be glowing red by now. And just a moment ago, I was lying just like that but I was also lying on her chest and right next to her face. Leah groaned and said “get off me you jerk” then added “completely off me”. Stumbling, I got up, my legs a bit scratched from the landing and retrieved my, well Leah’s book from where it had fallen. Then before I could ask why she was sitting on the stairs at five in the morning, she got up, turned to me and demanded “What the hell were you running because down the stairs for? You looked like you had seen a ghost or something!”

My brain had stopped functioning properly and I stood there, like a idiot, and didn’t say anything. I was too distracted by her beauty. Wow this girl was pretty, her blue eyes looked like the marbling of the ocean when a breeze brushes across it, her skin looked like a golden honey brown. I hadn’t seen before but Leah was wearing short black pyjamas shorts and a cropped white shirt, with black stripes sewn down the seems. Snap out of it George! She is 16, stop being insain.Before I could say anything else, I heard some footsteps from upstairs and a couple seconds later, Darcy was jogging down the stairs towards us. Unlike Leah, Darcy had dark brown hair, almost black and had hazel eyes. They looked so different, like contrasting colours but you could tell my the shape of their faces, the different angles and points that they were related, that they were sisters. Darcy was 13 and wore a strapped silk top, probably died blue or purple or another pretty colour girls liked, the silk trousers were obviously matching and she had her hair up in a wild bun. She skipped down the steps and stop and the last one. “Is everything alright? I heard a crash.” She was looking at Leah not me, and then Leah answered “Yeah everything is alright but, Mr Clumsy over here ran down the stairs and almost squashed me, now go back to bed.” Darcy looked over to me, eyed me up and down, and then her eyes fell on my bare chest as my dressing gown had come undone and  and I remembered the fact that I was basically naked next to two girls that I barely knew. “He’s got abs too” said Darcy, a dreaming tone in her voice. Leah sniggered and motioned for Darcy to go upstairs.

After the incident on the stairs, Leah had lead me back upstairs, made me sit on my bed and started interrogating me. “So why were you coming down stairs then huh?” She snorted, spinning around on the chair next to my desk. “I couldn’t sleep so I was going to read and I was running because,” I was only going to tell a half lie see I am terrified of the dark but then again that’s not why I was running, “I was scared of the dark and I thought the fire would still be one so… I ran downstairs.” Leah kept spinning on the chair, seeming oblivious to the fact that I was the biggest coward she would ever meet in her life, scared of the dark? Ha yea I am such a coward. “And why were you carrying my book?” They question caught me off guard and she stop spinning and with perfect ease, walked a straight line across the room and slid into the bed next to me. I couldn’t speak, this was the closest a girl had ever got to me, a lump formed in my throat I was afraid I was breathing to hard and it would scare her off.Leah’s hands found their way to mine and she carefully untwisted my fingers from around the book. Her touch made me tingle yet the sensation was extraordinary and then she lent her head against my shoulder, waiting for my response. It took me a minute to answer but I finally said “you told me it was a good book so I guessed I should try and read it” not a total lie at least. My cheeks felt hot and pink, the embarrassment was almost sickening. We sat, wrapped in my duvet for a while, neither of us speaking and neither of us moving until eventually my eyelids grew heaving and I lay down on the pillow. Leah, to my surprise and my enjoyment, lay down with me although she lay as far away from me as possible. I can’t remember how long we lay like this but right before I drifted off to sleep, I heard Leah slip out of bed and walk to the edge of the room and then she whispered “Goodnight pretty boy,” and disappeared upstairs. So far this has been the best night of my life.

y’all help why is so long 😭🙏😭🙏 part 2 is already written so I’ll post that soon so is part 3 😴 maybe if ppl like it I’ll write a part 4. FYI I don’t even know when I wrote this don’t judge 💀

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This passage too for the DVD commentary, lol I couldn’t choose… also so predictable of me to choose scenes with Jack and Sam 💀

OUGH OKAY

so once again this is my beloved fic and this is the prompt

So in this voicemail we got the first time Dean is trying to be respectful of Jack's pronouns while he talks about their plans for college. This is definitely one of the fluffier voicemails in the fic.

Originally, I was going to have Jack use he/they pronouns (I actually still think that's more fitting, or even he/she/they, but again i digress) but as I was writing, I realized that anytime anyone (but specifically Dean this is the Dean fic) used 'he' it would still technically be right. So I actually changed it for Jack to use exclusively they/them, because I wanted Dean to struggle. I wanted him to try. I wanted him to mess up but keep going so he could keep trying to do better by Jack. (It's a headcanon-- or I guess it's just canon to Cell Service, bc I'm God here lol-- that Jack actually uses any pronouns with friends but asked Dean/Sam/Cas to use they/them bc they were worried about confusing them lol. You know how it is with parents)

Again, there was A LOT to unpack in the Dean&Jack dynamic that I just didn't have the time and energy for. Plus, this fic was about Castiel and Dean. But I still wanted to show them both trying to connect with each other.

And I think Dean is def the type to act a little more cold/uncaring to the person in question, but gush about them to someone else. It's all a front tho he not so secretly cares a whole whole lot.

I decided that Jack should be going to college because, while I still wanted them to feel naive, I wanted Jack to be a young adult (I'm not a fan of baby jack but that's a spiel for another day). And I thought college could be something 1) to have them mirror Sam and 2) to ahhhh once again make Dean spiral into abandonment issues and feeling useless.

He wants to be happy for Jack, and he is! But again someone is leaving him. And that's hard.

I picked a writing degree for Jack because I thought it would be fun to not have them be capital G God but still imply to take over the narrative in some way. They're choosing to make better stories.

And then we get some classic 'baby birds leaving the nest' worrying from Dean.

I'm going to pat myself on the back for a few of the details in this voicemail-- namely, the use of pronouns.

We see at the beginning Dean trying his level best to use they/them pronouns, getting the swing of it for a second, but as he gets more in his own head and starts worrying about Jack, falls back into the habit of 'he.' It takes a while, even the most well-meaning of people, to get used to a change like that.

And, at the very end of this segment, I thought I did something a little clever.

The pronouns get more personal as Dean keeps talking.

I think Dean as a character says the most in between his actual dialogue. What he doesn't say is almost more important than what he does. All those pauses and restarts in the voicemails are him thinking, rephrasing, not bringing himself to say what he wants, or sometimes changing his mind and speaking honestly.

and at the very end there, he's connecting Jack to Cas. He starts by saying 'You [have a good kid]', then, changes his mind. He's taking accountability for his relationship to both Jack and Cas: 'We've got a good kid.' Then, finally, a testament to his growth: 'I'm trying to be good back.'

Also I'm just a slut for Dean being a book nerd and I think he and Jack would bond over that. I wanted it to be a Vonnegut book and im going to be real I had not read Timequake before putting it in this fic so i was really hoping it was thematically relevant given what little i knew about it.

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Chapter five was so interesting, I loved reading it sm but I literally froze up when I read the part about the women being stuffed

It low key reminded me of black butler too (I seriously need to finish that show omg💀)

Also poor Josephine??? Poor girl went through sm and she’s still just a child

🎀.

Hey don’t blame me blame chatgpt for giving me the idea for human taxidermy lol

I’m gonna get started on chapter 6 rn because there’s a lot more to unpack and fl needs to suck up her pride and ask liam for help so he can finally get some screen time (is that even the correct term to use?? Idk) and so Josephine can get the revenge she deserves and have fl undo all the manipulative bullshit Lord Ashfordshire pulled.

Sad thing is is that Josephine’s situation was probably not all that rare. Maybe not the human taxidermy bit but yknow. It’s okay tho because being around fl immediately causes a girlbossification and we’re gonna see that as Josephine matures from a 13/14 year old who was manipulated and abused to a 18 year old weapon of mass destruction who likes planting flowers with Fred because they’re best friends and they act the same

(I need to finish black butler too dw 💀)

[latenightsushi]

I did it, I finally achieved a long-held dream of mine and successfully completed a yoga teacher training program 🙌🏻

It does feel kind of weird to walk out of ytt with a teaching certificate and the understanding that I’m not interested in doing that anytime soon, but it’s ultimately a very personal decision and one that I had been going back and forth on ever since I decided to finally enroll in a program.

There were a lot of factors that went into it that were both personal to me and also specific to the program that I chose (but I’m sure I’ll go into more detail in the future as I process it all).

On the personal side, I realized that I had underestimated how much I had changed in the decade since I first wanted to pursue teaching. An extra 10 years of living on this earth as a woman + living through a pandemic + a permanent switch to working from home meant that my tolerance and patience for certain interactions (mainly with creeps) had dropped to almost nonexistent. And I just wasn’t willing to put myself in those uncomfortable situations anymore.

(I’m also extremely introverted, almost to the point of anxiety, so there was probably a lot of wishful thinking on my part when in came to the reality of interacting with sweaty strangers on a consistent basis LOL)

On the training program side, I will just say that I wasn’t entirely satisfied with how the program was handled. I’m still trying to unpack everything, so I’ll leave the details for another post, but I’m honestly not sure if this ytt was the right one for me after all. While I do feel more confidant in my personal practice, I definitely didn’t feel empowered as a student or as a teacher during my training, and it affected me in ways I wasn’t expecting.

I am very proud of myself for completing the program and sticking with it even when I wasn’t sure I was going to make it (I got over the finish line with the wheels falling off lol 💀). The return to student life was...interesting, and a little rocky at first but also really invigorating, and I had a lot of fun experiencing a new environment and connecting with my fellow trainees who were from all walks of life. An unforgettable experience for sure, and I guess we’ll just have to wait and see how my journey develops from here. Stay tuned 🙏🏻

[soggykookiesandcream]

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ​ - ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ

5 years later...

Taemin's POV

"Why are you with that fool? He doesn't even talk to anyone at school," a boy snickers talking to Jungwon as I fist my hands in my pocket, "You see that girl there? She's rich. She's about to be famous and debut as an actress soon. That Taemin- He's not even popular. You've been with him for five years and he still hasn't introduced you to his parents?"

"Okay, okay," Jungwon chuckles, "Let's unpack. First off, he is not a fool. Second off, I don't need a popular 'pick-me-girl'. I have Taemin, he makes me the happiest person on earth. Third off, he's not ready to introduce me to his parents yet. He's promised me that he'll get us to meet soon and he always keeps his promise. He's a good boy. Now, the next time you come to me bitching about my boyfriend, I'll make sure to throw you out that window," Jungwon points to a window nearby and turns around walking away. I smile softly walking into my class. 

I make him the happiest person on earth.

And I'm a good boy!

I'll make sure that guy is thrown out that exact window you pointed at, Jungwon. I will.

I will also introduce you to my parents. 

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"Jungwon," Taemin smiles as he hugs him from behind.

"Yes, Taeboy?" Jungwon asks chopping vegetables for dinner.

"Taeboy loves you so much," he kisses his neck softly.

"Uh, uh," Jungwon shakes his head, "Don't turn me on when I'm trying to cook. I will chop your hands," he says when he feels Taemin's hand go further down his hips.

"But I need you, wonnie," Taemin smiles pressing his hips onto Jungwon's back. 

"You always need me, don't you?" Jungwon chuckles placing the knife down and pushing all the chopped items into the pot. 

"Mhm," Taemin snakes his hand around Jungwon's waist caressing his stomach, "Do you want to meet my parents?"

"What? Is that even a question?" The older boy smacks Taemin's bottom, "Of course, I want to!"

"I've asked my parents and they invited you over on Saturday night for dinner," Taemin says with a grin.

"Really?" The older boy does a little dance of happiness before skipping over to their room, "I'm gonna choose what to wear. I really want to impress them."

"Can you please take care of that later and take care of me first, please," Taemin follows his boyfriend like a puppy. Jungwon looks at Taemin's awkward posture trying to hide his bulge shyly.

Jungwon hums scanning the younger's figure with his lips between his teeth, "I'm gonna need you to show me some tricks before I give you treats, Taeboy," Jungwon ruffles Taemin's hair.

"Yes," Taemin clutches onto Jungwon's shirt, "Anything. Any trick you ask me."

"Good boy," Jungwon smirks pulling Taemin onto the bed by his collar, "You're gonna be a good boy for me, right?"

"Yes," Taemin whines as Jungwon runs his finger up his thighs, "Good boy. Good boy only for you."

"You know the drill, baby," Jungwon grabs Taemin by his hair, 

"On your knees."

500 words

A/N- This has been in my drafts for a while now and um I have finally found the courage to post this lmao. We got sub!Taemin. Anyways, I saw a comment saying "Yang Jungwon?" But honestly, no. I didn't take Jungwon from Enhypen. I just googled Korean names and that name sounded nice so I just took it lol. You can imagine him or anyone you want lol idm. Also, I might upload another bonus chapter. I don't know lol I really want to move on from this book but I just keep getting more and more ideas for this book 💀

[deatipline]

Emily Rozio transferred from Mexico to Columbia. She is like a ghost to many simply because her mysterious background is like an empty book. Parts of Mexico knew her as a terrifying woman for anyone who crossed her path. Emily had very effective ways to gain information. Her lack of morals and willingness to do anything is what earned successful intel. Because if you can get them to talk keep using the methods.

In Mexico, most things were accomplished just as in the rest of Central and South America. Emily liked danger and the adrenaline rushing in her veins with each interrogation. After the success in Mexico, the DEA could use help from an unexpected face. Emily went in thinking a team would be under her. Emily kept to herself in the new apartment unpacking and getting everything situated. Visiting the office stirred gossip about who the woman is. Plus they could legally not tell Javier and Steve much about their new partner given her agreement in exchange for working with the DEA. 

Steve voiced his concerns about their new partner to Connie. How secretive the DEA acts. His wife gave him some advice over possible solutions and to be friendly. Today Steve walked into the office seeing the female hunched over her desk, cigarette in mouth with papers stacked high. Steve sighed watching her until seeing Javier out of the corner of his eyes. He turned around meeting Peña halfway down the hall. 

"Peña, I don't know about the new girl. The DEA is acting too d*mn suspicious about our new partner." Murphy looked at his partner. "She didn't even introduce herself. I guess it's up to us then."

Emily had noticed the blonde at the doorway and silently listened in to their conversation.

"Well, introduce yourselves then." She comments towards both men. Her eyes land on Javier. Emily knows a lot of rumors about Peña. "Talking about your partner behind their back isn't the best team-building situation." Her voice is short with little emotions detected but irritation. Emily had short black hair, a darker complexion,and deep brown eyes. " Let's start with you, Mustache." Emily glanced at Javier with a sharp gaze.

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(((OOC: I hope this was ok. Im like 💀 Unsure about everything lol)))

Javier knew that something was up as soon as he spotted Steve standing in the hallway outside their office space. Steve was staring at something, with a deep frown on his face that didn't even let up when he spotter Javier walking towards him.

The two usually commuted to work together in the mornings but when Steve had knocked on his door that morning, Javier had been in the middle of saying thank you and goodbye to last night's company so he'd called through the door for Steve to go ahead and that he would catch up later.

Now, he's wondering just what he's missed by being half an hour late.

Murphy lets him in on just that not a minute later when he strides over to Javier to walk with him the last distance back to the office space. It's about the new girl. Their new partner. Apparently, the mystery wrapped up in a riddle has finally arrived.

And apparently, Steve's suspicions about her haven't disappeared with meeting her. The idea of getting a new partner had rubbed Steve the wrong way right from the start. Especially since they had been offered next to no information at all about her.

"So let me get this straight. We're expected to partner up with a trust a person we know jackshit about?"

Javier still remembers the incredulous expression on Steve's face when they'd first found out. It's not unlike the one he wears now and the comment he makes is similar too.

They reach the doorway and stop just outside of it to quietly observe their new colleague, hunched over the desk. Javier doesn't have time to do more than take in her appearance before she looks up and speaks, clearly having heard Steve's earlier comment.

Javier meets the woman's gaze and he can't read what he sees in there.

Her voice and whole demeanor are bordering hostile and not quite what Javier expected as far as first introductions go. She has a point though. Talking behind someone's back perhaps isn't the best way to make a good first impression.

She levels Javier with her gaze again and more or less orders him to go first and introduce himself.

"Javier Peña," he tells her and politely holds out his hand as an olive branch. "Guessing you're our mystery partner. Welcome to Colombia."