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agentmarymargaretskitz · 4 years

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Quoting your idea back to you: "The Time Team ends up in something like the Framework from Agents of SHIELD" (^^)

(The promised blurb that I write while eating dinner, inspired by talk of Timeless, the Boys, and AoS that has chilled me to write)

“How is security for tonight’s event?” Benjamin Cahill asked.

Denise Christopher glanced toward the exits, where agents were already stationed. “All prepared and on alert. We have uniforms and undercover operatives as you requested. They’ve been vetted thoroughly.”

“Excellent,” Cahill smiled. “You’ve been an excellent asset to us. I’m pleased that someone at the department is willing to extend my party the same treatment as the other two.”

“You’re on the ballot, it’s owed.” responded Denise as they passed by the stage. “Good luck out there tonight.”

“Thank you, Agent Christopher. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

Cahill walked off, leaving her on her own. Denise turned around and stared at the chairs and bleachers behind her. Banners with the pale gold Rittenhouse Party logo hung from the ceiling. A strange feeling washed over at her, one that made her feel sick looking at those banners. Denise couldn’t stand straight for a moment, nearly dropping to the ground. It was gone as quickly as it passed though. She wasn’t even sure why it had come over her...

Jiya flicked through the pages on her desks of memos and to-dos and committee reminders. It looked like another long day at the office, but that was to be expected for her. Then again, she was one of the three Rittenhouse Party representatives, although polls were favorable for more to be joining come the election. The bills she and the other two were planning would be going through easier.

“Congresswoman Marri?”

She looked up as the door to her office cracked open. “Daniel?”

“Your 9:00 just arrived.”

Jiya smiled and straightened some of the papers on her desks. “Send her in.”

A minute passed before her appointment entered the office. It was enough time for her to take a glance out her office window. It wasn’t the best view, but it was still a beautiful one. It reminded her of what she was working for, what the party was working for.

Wait, what was she-

Her door opened and Jiya turned around to greet her guest with a smile, the strange thought of wrongness leaving her mind. “Hello, Ms. Whitmore.”

“Hey, what do you think of this?”

Rufus looked up from his storyboard and notes to see what Niles had done. He was working with the ad for Benjamin Cahill’s campaign. Numbers were good, but you could never be too cautious. Elections had been lost with complacency.

He watched the clip that Niles had put together. It was good- really good. Niles was good at this stuff. But somehow...Rufus felt sick watching it. Which didn’t make sense, but watching Cahill smile at the end as he approved the message made him shiver.

“Rufus?”

Rufus shook his head, but the wrongness was still there. “It’s good, Niles. Exactly what they’re looking for.”

“Are you okay, man?”

“Yeah, I just need to go take a break.”

Without saying anything else, he walked out the room and towards the bathroom. Once he was inside, Rufus looked at the reflection of himself in the mirror. For a moment, he seemed to be wearing a hoodie and a Star Wars t-shirt instead of a button down with the sleeves rolled up. He shut his eyes, wondering why he would wear something like that in a workplace.

What was happening?

“She won’t talk. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Thanks, Dave,” Wyatt patted him on the shoulder. “How long has she been there?”

“Three days,” Dave shook his head. “And there’s not a peep coming out about the other cells. We know they’re out there.”

“Let me take a crack then.”

Twelve minutes later, Wyatt walked into the interrogation room with a plate of cookies. The woman behind the table glared at him as he entered. He set the plate down and pushed it across to her. Her glare settled on the cookies like they were something offensive.

“You poison these?” she snarled at him.

“Only the cupcakes have poison,” he smirked. “You’ve been here three days, and I know the food sucks. Luckily, we keep a tube of Nestle in the break room freezer. Not everyone has hot fresh cookies.”

She continued to glare.

“You don’t have to tell me anything about your operations,” Wyatt told her. “Dave like to get right to the point. And being alone in this space...the loneliness really gets to you.”

Her silence persisted, so he tried a different tactic. “My name’s Wyatt, by the way. And you are.”

Finally, she spoke in a hoarse voice.

“Amy.”

Garcia’s eyes darted from side to side. He scanned the crowd as they ran from the doors, hoping that he’d find her. After the day he’s had, all he wanted to do was see her and go home. The card from the Rittenhouse party member was burning in his pocket.

“We think you’d be an excellent addition to our team.”

“I’m not a politician.”

“But you were NSA. You know government work. Coming back into the fray, helping us roll out the new policy if we get elected...think of the lives that you could save.”

Garcia shuddered again. It had felt wrong, even with the points that were being made. Policies made sense but he had a funny feeling about them. Perhaps it was just the time of year. The election was getting more and more fierce with each day, as were the attacks on the Rittenhouse Party. What if he got caught in one of the attacks? Who would be there for-

“Iris!” he called, catching sight of her long brown braid swinging as she ran towards him. “There you are.”

“Hi, Dad,” she grinned. “Ms. Patterson was explaining our homework so we would be able to understand it.”

“And your dad can’t help with math?” he teased as she opened the car door.

She made a face. “It’s fractions and story problems.”

He chuckled, but somehow he felt sad. It didn’t make sense.

“Comfortable, Connor?”

Connor Mason turned away from the window of his “prison”. A gilded cage was perhaps a better description for where Rittenhouse was keeping him. It was as fine as the one he used to own back in reality. The one difference here was that he wasn’t allowed a computer or phone. Rittenhouse had made sure that he wouldn’t be contacting the outside world.

“This technology wasn’t meant to be built,” he muttered. “And especially not for this purpose to test your takeover strategy.”

“It’s alternative use that’s effective for our interests,” Benjamin said. “We make mistakes here, then perfect. You can live years within a minute here, Connor. That’s plenty of time for us, and plenty of time for your ragtag misfits to be swayed to our side.”

Connor chuckled. “So you would think.”

Benjamin’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You don’t have us all.”

Lucy stared at the team laying on the hospital beds in a single row. All of them were there, and on the other side were people she didn’t recognize. Were they Rittenhouse, or innocent civilians to be brainwashed? Either way, she wasn’t ready to wake on up and find out. The strange devices attached to their heads reminded her of head massagers, which she was never using again after this. Could they be removed safely or not?

Making her way to end of the row, Lucy took the empty bed beside Garcia and sat down. Remembering how Connor had told them about his prototype, she remembered what she was doing. Whatever fantasy nightmare awaited her, Lucy couldn’t lose sight of her goal. She had to find the way out and free the team.

“Here we go,” she murmured, lowering the device onto her head and closing her eyes.

The switch was instant. A sudden pressure bore down on her whole body. When she tried to scream, something caught in her mouth before she shut it. Her hands were above her somehow and could feel a breeze. She wriggled her arms out and realized she was covered in dirt. Quickly, Lucy scratched her hands at the surface above her head to dig away the dirt. By the time her head came free, she was able to see it was sunset, even though it had been pitch black when she arrived at the facility.

It took a while longer to pull the rest of her body out of the ground. Her nails were coated with dirt and blood. She spat out the mud that had gotten in her mouth and rolled away from the ground. Glancing over to the hole, a gasp escaped her when she saw what was inside. A skeleton wearing the same clothes she had on now was nestled in the shallow grave.

Someone had killed her in this reality.

Lucy stared for a moment at her alternate self’s body, then pushed the dirt back over it. Once the bones were buried, she stood up and caught sight of a road. She made her way down to it and spotted the lights in the distance. It had been a long time since she had seen Washington DC at night in present day, but she could still recognize it.

“Okay,” she sighed, shaking the dirt out of her hair. “Time to find a ride.”

#ununpredictableme #ask box #timeless #time team #lucy preston #wyatt logan #rufus carlin #jiya marri #denise christopher #connor mason #framework au

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space-lions-and-imagines · 6 years

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The House Party

(Alternatively titled I love High School Au’s and am horrible at titles)

Hunk X Reader: Every boy loves the girl next door and Hunk is no different. Except the girl next door is less his best friend and more of a ‘run away as soon as she spots him’ type of acquaintance. But of course with his best friends at his side with money on the line for when they are finally going to get together its all going to change. Or so they hope and what better way to make young love blossom than a kick ass house party?

Warnings: none really other than some light swearing and a bit of underage drinking

~3200 words

"Guys I know its great that everyone is excited for Spring break but this ... seems excessive," Shiro said with a grimace as he and Keith watched as Lance ran around in the basement setting up for the party. A party he had promised was going to be 'a small gathering' but was quickly turning into the makings for a major raver. Complete with more alcohol than Shiro wanted to pay attention too and all closets conspicuously clean from any clutter as if making room for … other things.

"I agee, this is childish and I don't get why it had to be my house. If anything gets broke Lance I am billing you directly," Keith added flipping his bangs out of his eyes. "Come on where is your sense of adventure! And spring break means hotter weather which means all those pretty girls in a lot less clothing. Clothing that will hopefully be removed with a little help from my friend Keg. HUNK HURRY UP WITH IT ALREADY I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THAT!" Lance called out the back door where the last coconspirator came into the house dragging the heavy container behind him. "And not to mention the pool on Hunk hooking up with a certain neighbor is coming very close to Pidge winning and I will not let that happen," he added patting the larger teen on the back.

"Who, y/n? Sheeeeee most definitely thinks I am an idiot. Remember when I tried helping her at the school fair? She jumped out of her skin if I came within a foot of her. She probably still hates me for getting gum in her hair in the 6th grade," he groaned, blowing a large bubble with the offending gum in question. They all couldn't help but roll their eyes, except for Shiro who merely became very intent on cleaning under his nails.

"So she is coming for sure then?" he asked trying to seem interested in a bowl of pretzels "Huh that probably means Allura is coming too ... might want to behave ourselves if the class president is going to be around. She has all the assets to have our asses suspended for just short of forever. What ... why are you all staring?" he asked with a small glare and his ears turning red.

"Yeah you've been paying plenty of attention to her assets lately haven't you?" Hunk asked with a snickering Lance making a hand gesture that was supposed to represent large breasts. "I'm gonna kick your ass and your ass," Shiro said between his teeth pointing a finger at one and then the other ... even if they were technically right.

~*~

"Alluraaaaaaaa" I whined, constantly fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as we walked towards the thundering music and source of loud fits of screaming laughter. "Seriously a house party? I don't even get invited to people’s birthdays," I said pouting and keeping close to her. This was so far out of my comfort zone, not only the party but what I was wearing and god why had I ever agreed to something like this? Well I kind of knew the reason, one was because she had asked and me being the very big push over I was knew that I would give in to my best friend. Two was because Hunk had asked me. Well ask was a strong word, he had told me it was happening and made a point about it being not a big deal but if I wanted to come it would be awesome and ugh I was a weak person.

"You would get more invites if you actually talked to people. You seem to think everyone hates you but you just don't put yourself out there. And tonight you are getting out there like it or not," she scolded me as she confidently pushed her way through the crowd, a few people stopping to wave and call out to us. As soon as we stepped foot into the basement we were instantly cornered off by the host of this whole event, Lance, who so graciously wrapped his arms around us and offered us each a drink. I took mine to be polite but quickly dumped it into a house plant as soon as possible. I didn't trust anything he gave me to be honest.

"Ladies so glad you could finally make it. Hard to get things started when our guests of honor want to be fashionably late. But all can be forgiven with how hot you look cause damn girls you went all out!" he said ushering us over to the snack table. I ducked out from under his arm with a large blush and turned to him with my hands on my hips.

"What exactly is that supposed to mean, guests of honor?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach. If anyone would throw an elaborate party just to try to pull something on us it would be Lance. He was a drama queen extraordinaire.

"What two outstanding members of our class council can't be guests of honor? I am ... hurt. Nothing you couldn't make up to me though," he said picking up a cup and giving us a toast before downing it in one quick gulp making me wince just thinking about it. "But I see a pretty little cheerleader in a tube top taking up way too much of Shiros time. Care to help solve that issue Allura? Hunk you don't mind entertaining this little lady do you?" he asked seeming to produce his friend from thin air before grabbing Nya by the arm and dragging her off into the general direction of where I could just see Shiros standing with a red headed cheerleader who had a place near the top of the pyramid.

I didnt have time to think about that though as I suddenly found myself pressed very close to Hunk with no way to back up, my ass already bumping into the snack table. I offered a shaky smile and I wiggled my fingers up at him. "H-hey, nice party ... too bad your friend is a complete jackass" I said suddenly clamming up like I always did around him, making it sound much colder than I had intended.

“Huh Lance? He may be a bit pushy but I promise he’s harmless. He’s had his shots and everything so totally safe to be around people,” Hunk said placing a hand against the wall and leaning in even closer with a boyish grin. I don’t think I had ever been this close to him and seeing his bangs fall into his eyes which were focused on me I could have fainted. Instead I just shrunk in on myself slightly and bit on my lip unsure of what to say. He always left me so speechless.

He waited another couple of heartbeats before seeming to decide that the fact I wasn’t running away was a good sign. He ran his fingers through his hair and glanced over his shoulder to the mass of bodies making up the dance floor. “As much as I love snacks and could totally stand here all night with just you and food, do you want to dance?” he asked brown eyes sparkling as he peered out from underneath his bangs, so hopeful and somehow breathtakingly sexy I wondered if he even knew.

It was at this point that I realized that I could very easily follow the same path I usually took when he showed any interest in talking to me: run away and make excuses to stay as far away from him as possible. Then Allura’s words echoed in my head ‘you are getting out there tonight like it or not’ and with a deep breath offered a smile. She was right, if I ever wanted anything to actually come from Hunk’s flirting I needed to actually take a chance.

“When you put it like that it sounds like you’re calling me a snack,” I said raising an eyebrow and feeling a sense of pride seeing his cheeks flush red for a change that only swelled when he threw his head back and laughed. It felt good to know that he was enjoying my company as much as I was enjoying his. “But hey I’ll let it slide lets go dance,” I said reaching out to take his hand but then losing the guile halfway and instead pushing past him to join the bustle.

I wasn’t much of a dancer but luckily Lance had similar taste in music so I could kind of follow the beat, even if I couldn’t exactly be called graceful. Hunk didn’t seem to mind though as his own wild movements were easily drawing eyes away from me. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, feeling much lighter knowing that I was in good company when it came to my own bad dancing skills. Then somehow the music seemed to skip a beat and switched to a slower melody, I thought I spied a thumbs up and a flash of light on glasses from the stereo, not that I minded.

I looked back over to my partner expecting to find him quickly closing the distance but felt a rush of gratitude when he instead held up his hands and nodded back to the snack table. He was giving me an out if I wanted one which only made me want to stay even more. “What, want to escape me that bad?” I asked with a breathy laugh. His eyes lit up again sending that increasingly familiar jolt of warmth down my spine that was mixed with a shock of electricity when his hands found my hips.

“Of course not, I just didn’t know how much you valued your toes,” he said rolling his shoulders so that my hesitating hands were forced to rest on top of them. It was weird that even though I could feel the heat of everyone around me making the air humid I still felt like he really saw no one else but me. My lips pursed and eyebrows knitted together as I wondered how he managed to do that and if he actually meant to or if maybe he just had too much to drink that made his eyes glaze over like that.

“Ohhh no geez I’m sorry did I do something wrong. Did I actually step on your toes? Or oh my god my hands did they brush something they shouldn’t have? I’m sorry whatever it was,” he suddenly started to ramble and tensed, hands moving up and eyes darting wildly to confirm they hadn’t somehow slipped down into ass territory. It left me completely dumb founded, I thought we had been having such a good time, did I do something wrong?

“What are you talking about everything is fine or uh I thought it was?!?” I asked in equal panic stopping the gentle sway we had been doing so that we were stopped dead center in the middle of the dance floor. The comfortable rhythm between us was suddenly lost and I could feel my chest tightening wanting to run away, my worst nightmare of what could happen seeming to come true.

“No no no it was er I mean it is! Oh god I am such an idiot, I’m sorry it’s just well … well you kind of had that ice queen look on your face that always makes me think that you hate me and goooood I don’t want you to hate me,” he said all in one breath and then slumped over slightly bringing his face close down to mine. It should have been something that made me happy to hear, obviously he was putting as much effort into this night as I was and yet my frown only deepened.

“You think I’m an ice queen?” I asked taking half a step back and blinking rapidly. I had heard similar things before, a lot of people seemed to think that I was a bitch or told me to smile more. Each and every time it never failed to hurt me, it wasn’t like I was walking around bitter or anything. Actually most of the time I was in a pretty good mood but I guess I may have inherited a bit of resting bitch face. Or maybe constantly being next to Allura who was forever upbeat and sociable just made me seem more dower than I really was.

Either way hearing it out of Hunks mouth stung worse than every time put together. He seemed to realize this though because he closed the space between us quickly, blocking everyone else from view. “No you’re not an ice queen but I am king of the idiots,” he said softly bending down even further trying to catch my eye, taking my hands in his own to stroke soothing circles against my skin. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to say that, instead of stepping on your toes it looks like I ended up putting my foot in my mouth,” he snorted, I still felt guarded but he was the first person to ever apologize for saying something like that. It made me a bit more willing to listen.

He seemed to take this as a good sign or rather it seemed that since he started he couldn’t stop his rambling “Like cause obviously you’re not an ice queen because you didn’t leave me here slow dancing with myself which thank you because honestly? I probably don’t deserve it but ugh I’m glad you didn’t walk away, but you totally still can if you want! I don’t want to keep you even though I realllllllly like whats going on right now. Not the you kind of upset with me thing but the being close and smelling you’re perfume cause its really nice, it reminds me of this cherry ice cream my grandma makes. Wow that was weird but no going back now.

‘Anyway uh back to the point if there is one? Oh yeah there is! The point is I’m sorry I just thought you looked like you weren’t having fun anymore and I want to make sure you are because I love seeing you smile and when I can make you laugh that’s the best thing ever cause I feel like I don’t hear you laugh nearly enough. Shit I’ve been talking for like four, five minutes now? I wonder how much I’ve had to drink because usually I’m speechless from how pretty you are,” he finally finished off his whole body unwinding after a great sigh, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. That is until he seemed to realize exactly what he had said and he tensed all over again, eyes wide with fear. The fear only seemed to increase tenfold when I started to laugh, a real laugh without me worrying about holding back or keeping quiet and I only stopped when it led to a loud snort. “Ok wow I know I just embarrassed the hell out of myself but that’s the cutest thing I have ever heard and even if you don’t talk to me ever again, which is a valid response, I’m so glad I got to hear that,” he said with a goofy sappy smile.

“Hunk,” I said when I finally found my voice and brought a hand up to his cheek to turn his head so that he was looking at me “I do want to talk to you again. Actually I-I want to talk to you like a lot. I have for a while now but I don’t know I always kind of just freeze. I’m not as good with this whole flirting or even just talking thing as Allura is. That’s why I got so jumpy when you worked that bake sale with me at the school fair. She knew that I liked you and I just thought you were being so helpful and sweet and everyone likes you that I didn’t know what to do. I think that I just need a little help warming up is all,” I said stumbling over the last few words because now his forehead was resting against my own and nothing had ever felt as good.

At least that’s what I thought until his arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me into a kiss. I had had kisses before, teeth clashing and foul breathed kisses. This was nothing like that. Instead I felt his plump lips warm and honey sweet working against mine in such a talented way I didn’t even care that my lipstick was smearing. I rolled onto the balls of my feet to press closer to him, refusing to let him pull away until I was sure I was drunk off the faint alcohol on his breath and the feel of his muscles keeping me securely in place.

It felt right to be there with him, the warmth of his body radiating safety and comfort and it took all of my will power not to stay like that all night. In the end it left me dizzy and seeing stars and craving so much more. “I think I know a few good ways to help you with that,” he said his lips brushing mine. And this time it didn’t even matter that I was speechless because I think I knew exactly what to do with my lips in the meantime.

~*~

“I told you that this would be exactly like the movies. Everyone knows that parties are always the perfect place to force a couple together. Hollywood said so,” Lance said puffing out his chest proudly and nodding at the whole scene like a king observing his court.

“Yeah except you forgot it was my idea in the first place,” Allura said next to him, watching y/n from across the room with clasped hands “ohhhhh I am so happy for them! It really was about time you know.”

“Yeah its about time they pulled up for some air too, just ugh someone keep an eye out and make sure no one including those two ends up in any of the bedrooms. I have enough messes to clean up as it is,” Keith said sticking his tongue out and staring pointedly up towards the ceiling.

“It’s a shame they couldn’t just wait until the end of the school year. I was riding all my money on a summer romance sparking between them,” Pidge said as she counted out a stack of money “you know I don’t even mind losing its just that I lost to Lance. It’s just adding insult to injury.”

“Well then it’s a good thing that Lance didn’t win,” Shiro said finally joining the group, coming up behind the couches they were sitting on, leaning over to hand Allura her drink and snatched the money from Pidge’s hand “he got his dates wrong and because of that I actually had him schedule the party for my bet. Its what you get for making fun of my calendar keeping skills.”

This was met with a sudden outburst from the entire group, mostly laughs as Lance screamed about sabotage. But when all was quiet and all money to the rightful winner the friends looked over towards the new couple who were smiling warmly at each other as they continued to dance closely. “The important thing is that they are together now though, right?” Lance said in a wistful voice and everyone nodded with matching smiles.

#hunk x reader #vld #voltron #voltron fic #hunk fluff #high school au #back ground shallura #cause i cant resist

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