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IMAGINE: On nights like these, private NCIS agent Gibbs would rather be down in his basement working on a project. He wasn’t one to go out to bars or spend all night playing some game online like his coworkers. Tonight, however, thanks to a bit of liquid courage, you show him another way to enjoy the night. WORD COUNT: 767 WARNINGS: Fluff with our favorite hard ass agent, mentions of heavy alcohol intake

Gibbs can’t think of the last time he felt this content. There were moments he’d prefer to hide in his dimly lit basement; working on his projects and sipping on his bourbon.

This time he was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter sipping on tepid coffee he found lying around. It would’ve been a shame to let it go to waste. 

Unfamiliar music played softly in the background, tempting him to shut it off, to enjoy the silence. But from past experience, Gibbs knew that if even tried shutting it off, he wouldn’t live to see tomorrow. Instead, he settled for enjoying his rapidly cooling caffeine boost, successfully hiding his grin behind his mug.

There weren’t many things that could convince him to ignore urges like that; his coworkers could count on one hand what could.  

“Are you just going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?” You teased from across the room, slowly swaying along to the music. 

Not even Tony would ever guess that his stone-faced boss would ever be put in his place by a lover. 

“I’m fine with just enjoying the show,” Gibbs replied. 

“You’re no fun, Jethro,” you pouted. Before he could say anything, you swiped up your own mug from the kitchen table, loudly drinking down the contents. You pulled away with a whine, signaling you finished it sooner than you liked. 

“Is that from that bottle Tobias tried bribing me with?” Your boyfriend questioned. “I thought he knew better than that.” 

He pointed to the dark bottle left on the table, squinting to see how much was left in it. 

“Honey.” It wasn’t often that Jethro used pet names, so this sudden use caught you off guard. “That damn thing is almost empty, I think you’ve had enough.”

Maybe that was true. On your second glass, you had spilled some wine on your shirt, prompting you to replace it with one of the oversized navy sweatshirts Jethro kept around. He had yet to comment about you stealing his shirt, but based on his smirk, he didn’t mind. 

“Finish it with me then,” you pleaded. 

“I’ll stick with my joe,” he assured, lifting his mug to prove it.  

Rolling your eyes, you reach for the wine bottle, almost knocking it off the table. It didn’t click in your head how fast Jethro moved; first, he was next to the fridge and now he was by your side holding the bottle you had almost knocked to the floor. 

“Thank you for proving my point,” he grumbled, begrudgingly pressing a kiss to your forehead before looking around for a stopper. 

“I was gonna put it away,” you grumbled back. 

You paid no mind to Jethro’s complaints, choosing instead to slide across the kitchen floor in time with the music. Your sock covered feet drifted smoothly against the linoleum tiling, sending you into the counter that your boyfriend previously occupied. Unfazed by the crash, you gracefully take a seat on said counter, ignoring the fact you almost fell over attempting to do so. 

“Don’t go too crazy there, I’d rather have you in one piece,” Jethro chided. He kept an eye on you as he stuck the bottle in the fridge. Before he could even shut the door properly, you started tugging on his shirt, silently begging him to come closer. 

“What are you doing, huh?” He asked. 

“I wanna dance,” you mumbled. 

“You want to dance?” Jethro repeated. He didn’t bother hiding back a smile this time as he watched you thumb the buttons on his collar. “May I remind you you’re pretty drunk at the moment? Do you think you’re up for the job?” 

Eager to prove him wrong, you hop down from the counter (With Gibbs subtly steadying you) and pull him close. 

“Oh, this means you want to dance with me?” He asked cheekily.  

At this point the music became a softer tune, encouraging Jethro to join you. What else could he do but oblige? 

The two of you began to sway, holding each other close. Neither of you spoke, choosing to simply lean into the other and enjoy the moment. 

Gibbs couldn’t think of the last time he felt this content. Having you here in his arms, not having to worry about Tony and Ziva bickering like children or Timothy getting picked on by said agents. He could just relax in the privacy of his own home with you. 

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“For what?” You drowsily teased, feeling the effects of the alcohol slowing hitting you. 

“For being you.” 

“human beings in a mob”

“what’s a mob to a king?”

“what’s a king to a god?”

“what’s a god to a nonbeliever who don’t believe in

anything?”

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

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HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE Let’s say it’s 6.15pm and you’re going home (alone of course), after an unusually hard day on the job. You’re really tired, upset and frustrated. Suddenly you start experiencing severe pain in your chest that starts to drag out into your arm and up into your jaw. You are only about five miles from the hospital nearest your home. Unfortunately you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it that far. You have been trained in CPR, but the guy that taught the course did not tell you how to perform it on yourself..!! NOW HOW TO SURVIVE A HEART ATTACK WHEN ALONE… Since many people are alone when they suffer a heart attack, without help, the person whose heart is beating improperly and who begins to feel faint, has only about 10 seconds left before losing consciousness. However, these victims can help themselves by coughing repeatedly and very vigorously. A deep breath should be taken before each cough, and the cough must be deep and prolonged, as when producing sputum from deep inside the chest. A breath and a cough must be repeated about every two seconds without let-up until help arrives, or until the heart is felt to be beating normally again. Deep breaths get oxygen into the lungs and coughing movements squeeze the heart and keep the blood circulating. The squeezing pressure on the heart also helps it regain normal rhythm. In this way, heart attack victims can perhaps buy precious time to get themselves to a phone and dial 911. Rather than sharing another joke please contribute by broadcasting this which can save a person’s life! Be prepared and become part of the solution. Get your free next-of-kin notification card today. Click here: https://www.InCaseOfEmergencyCard.com/

Can you please write an imagine where Gibbs’s significant other gets wine drunk and steals his shirts and dances around his kitchen in socks and sit on his counters and sway with him while he’s super amused and whispers in her earnd y? Please and thank you!!

I hope I did this request justice; fingers crossed you like it!

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I've listened to a few of these tips, please take care of yourselves

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

Opposites Aca-Attract

IMAGINE: Pieter Krämer shows his interest in you and your friends, the Bellas become protective over you. Stacie is the only one who encourages you to go for it. WORD COUNT: 1.6k WARNINGS: N/A

“What the hell does that German guy think he’s doing?” Chloe demanded.

Fat Amy and Beca looked to the corner of the room where you sat. Just a few feet away, Pieter fidgeted with his shirt. Once he found it satisfying, he advanced towards you. At the sight of it, Beca balled her fists.

First DSM won the Riff-Off and rubbed it in the Bella’s faces. Now one of their leaders was going to brag about it to Beca’s sister. Big no-no right there.

Fat Amy, seeing this anger, held the singer back. “As much as I want to beat ‘em too,” the Australian stated, “we have to watch and see what that Kraut does.”

Huffing in frustration, Beca crossed her arms and glared. “He better not do anything.”

-

“And who are you?” You heard someone ask you.

Turning around, you see one of the Das Sound Machine members approaching you. His blue eyes seemed to stare you down almost menacingly as you search for an answer.

“Uh… What?” You asked him, confused that this god-like man was even speaking to you. Rolling his eyes, the singer proposed another question.

“You came in with the Bellas but did not accompany them in song. What is your relationship with them?  He asked.

Playing with your fingers, you shrug. “My sister is in the group and she invites me to every event. I’m their personal cheerleader, I guess.”

“Your sister is a Bella?” The German questioned. “I would never have guessed.”

“Because I’m not as talented as them?” You counter. 

“Of course not,” the man replied, taking a seat next to you. Unfazed, you let him explain himself. “You’re too beautiful. Their looks could never match up to yours.”

Instantly, your cheeks heated. Why did your friends hate these guys again?

“Ah! You’re the one who came in with Tiny Mouse,” Someone exclaimed. You and your guest turn around to see the other leader of Das Sound Machine approach you.

“Hi!” You politely greet her, offering a hand. She glances at it before turning to her friend.

“Pieter, I need a word with you.” As if on cue, a handful of Bellas approach you. Including your sister.

“Y/N,” Beca blurted. “We’re leaving. Get your stuff.”

“Must you go so soon, Tiny Mouse?” The female German asked innocently, barely hiding her condescending tone. “I thought you were having fun forgetting your loss?”

There it was.

“You are so tall!” Your sister word vomited. “But it doesn’t make you ugly! It just makes your face easier to look at!”

You and the Bellas look at her questioningly, but she waves you off. “You know what I mean! Let’s go!”

Fat Amy grabs your hand and gently tugs you away. Before you can get a suitable distance, Pieter calls you. 

“Wait, Y/N!”

The girls, including the DSM leader, looked at the singer. Ignoring their burning gazes, he held out your phone.

“Don’t forget this Schön,” Pieter told you quietly, placing your cell in your hand. The blonde glared at him angrily before tugging him away.

“What did he just call you?” Beca demanded. “I’ll beat all their pretty faces in if-”

“I think he was trying to compliment her,” Stacie commented, her nose quickly scrunching up afterward. “Does that make him off limits Y/N?”

“It does,” Chloe answered for you. “If he is with Das Sound Machine, he is off limits. Even to you Y/N.”

“Why?” You ask, genuinely curious. “Technically, I’m not a Bella so the rules don’t apply to me.”

“Girl,” Cynthia Rose grabbed you by the shoulders. “You’re family. And they seem like a-holes to tear our family apart. We can’t let them.”

Taking it in, you slowly nod. “You’re right,” you agree. “Chicks before dicks.”

As the team cheered you on, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance towards the back of the room.

Das Sound Machine had huddled together in what seemed to be a heavy conversation. The group surrounded their leaders as the female quietly scolded Pieter. 

As if sensing your attention, the tall German looked your way. He sent you a small smile, one that quickly sent you reeling. His smile turned into a frown when the Bellas dragged you away.

A certain singer had not ignored this.

-

“You’ve got the hots for Pieter!” Someone squealed in your ear.

Dropping your phone in surprise, you look at Stacie. “What are you talking about?” You ask her, feigning innocence.

Rolling her eyes, she quickly snatched your phone. “Hey!” She pulls up your search history and proudly shows it off with a smug grin.

Pieter Krämer Das Sound Machine

Pieter Krämer

Pieter Krämer relationship? 

Pieter Krämer Boyfriend? 

Pieter Krämer Girlfriend? 

“How’d that get there?” You say unconvincingly. Scoffing, Stacie plopped down on your bed.

“You’re into him!” She stated. “And he’s into you! That’s so cute.” She clapped her hands. “They also forbid you guys to go out with each other! You guys are Romeo and Juliet cute!”

“They die at the end,” you tell her. “How is that cute?”

Stacie placed a hand over your mouth. “This is real life. You guys won’t die. Hopefully,” she added the last part under her breath.

“Another thing, how do you even know he likes me? The girls said-”

“Trust me,” she stated. “People think I’m just a pretty ditz, but I know when sparks are being made. And girl, you and Pieter looked like a damn firework.”

“Why aren’t you against him like the others?” You ask her.

Smirking, she points to her crotch. “Nothing is off limits to my boy. And I’m not as prejudiced as the others are.”

“I’m glad,” you tell her honestly.

Giving you a friendly smile, Stacie suddenly claps her hands once more. “I almost forgot!” She screeched.

Shaking your head, you glare at her. “It better be something important or I swear to God-”

“Remember what he called you at the Riff-Off?” She interrupted.

“Yeah,” you reply. “Sounded like Shawn or something? It was in German, so I didn’t understand what it meant.” Stacie’s wide grin alerts you she knew more than she was offering.

“Spill.”

-

The Bellas cheered happily as they realized they had won the World Championship. To celebrate their victory, they had returned to their resting area in the back. You, Benji and Jesse, greeted them all and cheered.

“I’m so proud of you big sis!” You congratulated Beca. “You were amazing!”

“I’m glad you could come,” she responded, giving you a hug.

“So am I,” you reply.

It was hilarious, actually. You weren’t planning on going in the first place, but a day before the Bellas were to leave; you received an envelope with a ticket to Copenhagen. It had no return address, but you had a suspicious feeling it was from Pieter.

What gave it away? Maybe the card inside that only had For You Schön written on it.

“Hey Y/N,” Stacie suddenly called you over. Giving a quick goodbye to your sister, you rush over to your friend.

“What’s up?” You ask her. Without a word, she hands you a small basket of mini-muffins. “Why-”

“Don’t ask,” she interrupted. “Just take this to your friend and have a little chat.” When you don’t move fast enough to her liking, Stacie quickly pushes you away towards a certain direction.

“Go!”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you make your way towards a group of very disgruntled Germans. A few DSM members sent you a few curious looks your way, but mostly, said nothing.

A lonely Pieter sits in front of a makeup stand as he wipes his eyes with a rag. “I think you missed a spot,” you tell him.

Surprised, the singer quickly spun around. “Y/N,” he exclaimed. Running a hand down his face, Pieter gave you a small smile. “Hello Schön,” he formally greeted you.

“So why do you think I’m beautiful?” You ask him shyly.

The German chuckled as he hid his grin. “How can I describe perfection?”

“You could use something else, like someone who is actually beautiful.”

Seeing that you would not change your mind, Pieter changed the subject. “What are the baked goods for?” Remembering the treats, you offer him the basket.

“I hoped that I could use these as a peace offering,” you tell him. “So maybe you won’t hate me because of my friends?”

Taking the basket, Pieter set it down on the table before standing up. You don’t remember him being a giant but goddamn; he was tall.

“I am not mad,” he stated quietly. Slowly taking your hand, he holds it against his fishnet covered chest. Between you and me, why have the shirt when it covered nothing?

“I am surprised you came to Copenhagen, I did not think you would come. I believed I would never see you in person again. But you had to prove me wrong.”

“D-did I?” You stutter. “I just wanted to say thanks. It would have been very boring to just watch you online.”

“Is that all you wanted to do, Schön?” Pieter asked you, leaning forward. “Watch me sing?”

“I-I guess,” you say. “I didn’t really think this through.” Your blush worsens as the singer cups your face.

“Who really does?  He doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against yours.

The kiss is sweet, much like Pieter. 

Getting lost in the moment, you’re the first to pull away when you hear someone clear their throat. You and Pieter turn to see Beca and the rest of the Bellas eyeing the two of you dangerously.

“Who’s ready to hide a body?” Fat Amy asked the girls.

“Just another weekend for me,” Lilly whispered.

No one is going to see this but don’t be like me, go and take care of yourself lovelies!

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