Sci-FImagines

Formerly Chuck Versus the Fanfiction. Sideblog of Writings of Stardust, dedicated to my favorite sci-fi shows. Expect to see a lot of Chuck, Firefly, and Doctor Who.

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Hey! Just wanted to drop a line and say how much I ADORE all of your Chuck imagines!!

I’m now rewatching the show for the second time, and it truly doesn’t get enough love in fandom.

Thank you for writing these super fun pieces, and I look forward to more 😁!

Aw, thank you so much! This is so sweet and made my day!

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The Doctor Who story I mentioned a while ago has come to fruition!

Wanderlust: Kathleen’s life on Aickman Road is about to change forever. It begins with a new flatmate.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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This blog isn’t dead! Just some proof of life lol.

Actually, I’ve made quite a bit of work on a Doctor Who story I’m writing that I hope to be able to post soon.

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I recently realized that due to changing the name of my blog, almost all of my masterlist had link rot. This has been fixed. As of 7/12/21, my masterlist is completely up-to-date and all links are functioning.

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Knitted Goods

Fandom: Firefly

Summary: You use your hobby to make your crew smile.

Words: 1,556

           Through, around, through, off. Knitting could be such a repetitive hobby at times, and thankfully, when you were resourceful enough to spin yarn from sheared wool and dye it yourself in old pots, it was an affordable one, too. It killed the time when there wasn’t much else to do on the spaceship you called home, and kept your fingers nimble. It was also important to keep up the morale in the ship, and you liked to put your skills towards that when you could, too.

           You made linens for Serenity. You’d spin wool so thin it looked ready to snap, and then looped and gartered it into simple but effective sheets and blankets. One by one, you replaced the crew’s threadbare and worn bedding. Then you made towels, easing up on your spin to make towels and cloths for cleaning up and washing. You stocked up with lots of extras because sometimes the stains didn’t wash all the way out once they’d soaked up engine grease or some poor bastard’s blood. When the linen closet was filled with sheets and blankets and towels and cloths, you still had time on your hands and had bags of unwanted wool you’d bought for just a few credits each, and so you started crafting for your friends.

           On rim planets, nicely knitted materials were harder to come by than they used to be. Things made with detail or color or patterns weren’t often worth the time that laborers would have to put in, so they became less common in markets and shops. Meanwhile, you frequently had far too much time on your hands, so putting it into making detailed, colorful, patterned projects made it easy and worthwhile to create unique gifts for the people you cared for and lived with. Not everyone had understood at first how you had the patience for starting from scratch and repeating the same processes over and over and over again until your fingers cramped, but it hadn’t taken long before they’d grown to appreciate your results.

           It was easier to knit for some than for others. Zoë and Wash were easily pleased with a bigger-than-average blanket that could cover them each and leave enough room so that one would still be covered if the other moved away in their sleep, and Kaylee was so touched by you making something for her that she loved anything. You made her loose sweaters and closer-fitting shirts to add to her wardrobe, and even a couple of hairbands. River, similarly, was easy to knit for, although you were never sure how much she actually liked what you gave her; nevertheless, she came aboard with nothing, forced to borrow clothing from Kaylee and Inara and yourself, so you added to her wardrobe when it was her turn for a present, and she wore them without complaint.

           Getting an idea for Simon wasn’t hard, but pulling it off required some stealth. You had to enlist Kaylee’s help in snatching one of the doctor’s vests from the laundry so you could get his measurements from it and put it back before he noticed it missing or was any the wiser. When he opened the paper wrapping job you’d done on his folded-up new sweater vest, his smile had lit up his eyes in a way that not a lot did. It was a good birthday surprise.

           It took you a while to make anything for Jayne, not out of meanness, but out of concern that he would be mean to you. Jayne never went after you for knitting when he saw you working on it in common areas, but he also wasn’t the kindest person and you didn’t think he would appreciate any gift you gave him. After seeing how much he liked his cunning hat from his mom, you realized you’d underestimated his appreciation for homemade goods, and you left a scarf and a pair of gloves in his bunk that you saw him wearing not long after when you touched down during a cold moon’s chilling winter.

           Sinking hours and hours into a blanket or a jumper could net you enough on most outer planets that you weren’t ashamed of giving your things to your friends. You knew they were good quality for what you had. But Inara wasn’t like the rest of you, and while ten credits may seem like a lot in your hands, you knew it was only a fraction of the worth of her gorgeous, soft, flowing skirts and shawls. Beyond just having better options, Inara was a Companion, and her livelihood depended in part on her continuing to dress like one. You didn’t want to embarrass either of you by somehow actually expecting her to wear one of your handmade things, no matter how politely she admired the clothes you made for Kaylee and River.

           You sat and really thought about what it was a Companion used and decided to make a set of pillows. The few times you had been allowed to visit Inara in her shuttle, you had noted the decadent atmosphere and mood-setting décor. You made her a pair of throw pillows in a deep reddish-purple hue that went nicely with the golds in her room.

           Book gave you a similar quandary. What to make for a shepherd? Unlike the Tams, he had come aboard intentionally and had the luxury of packing and bringing all the belongings he wanted, and unlike Kaylee, he wasn’t consistently staining and ruining them. Thanks to your earlier stocking of blankets, none of the passengers were in need of linens, and the preacher didn’t seem like much of a throw-pillow-y type. It was Jayne who gave you the idea, albeit unintentionally, to make Book a blanket anyway – a small afghan with something meaningful designed onto it. Jayne had a blanket pinned up to the wall as a sort of decorative piece, so it doubled as both practical and aesthetic. You listened to Book a little more carefully, identified what seemed to be a quote of scripture that he held close to the chest, and knitted it in a charcoal color onto a palette of earthy tones. He thanked you warmly and assured you that it was hanging in his room where he saw it every morning.

           That left the captain, and even as you were knitting yet another headband for Kaylee (she really liked them), you were hoping Mal didn’t think much of it, and definitely didn’t find it rude that you’d made something for everyone except the guy who’d let you stay on his ship. Despite how long you’d been a passenger, and how you were pretty sure you knew Mal decently well, you were still dry on ideas. Mal had blankets, he had clothes (and didn’t seem likely to wear knitted ones, even if he didn’t), and he didn’t really decorate. He didn’t have long hair that needed held out of the way, or need a blanket big enough to share. If only your crafting smarts extended to working with leather – you knew he’d appreciate a new pair of boots.

           You couldn’t make him boots, though. You’d have to buy those, and where were you supposed to get the coin for a good pair? You barely made much profit from your cut of the jobs the crew got, and you wouldn’t have been knitting so much lately if you’d had a job to do. The way your time had been spent, it was more like the jobs were the hobby and knitting your profession. Too bad it didn’t turn coin.

           You paused with one needle through the next stitch, holding two colors of yarn in between fingers on your dominant hand. Why was it you’d started knitting for the ship, again? Because it was hard to find nice knits to buy on the rim planets. People who did it to make a living had to sell in bulk to make enough to pay their bills and buy food, which meant putting less time in, which meant fewer designs, fewer colors, smaller products. But you weren’t doing it for a living – and you had nothing better to do with your time.

           By making presents for the crew, you’d found you could make all sorts of things. Blankets, decorations, clothing, winter gear, hair accessories. And you had the time and the cheap raw wool and the ingredients for a good-enough-to-do dye to make some things nice and pretty, like you did for your friends, even if it was just to sell. If you made something nice – real nice, like people in the Core might buy (though not really, they’d never settle for handmade with its imperfections), like the vest you made for Simon, you could probably make at least thrice what its wool and dye had costed you up front. You wouldn’t need to sell all that many before you’d have enough for a pair of boots and then Mal’d get his early Christmas.

           As soon as you finished Kaylee’s headband, you were gonna dig out your notebook and find the pattern you scratched out for that vest. You were still knitting your way to his present, so it still counted just the same as the gifts you gave everyone else. He’d appreciate it. And maybe you’d have some left over for fresh fruit.

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A/N: I’ve started knitting recently and while I was working on a project, this little idea fluttered through. It’s almost plotless and I’m not sure it’s very good, but I wanted to write something today and this wanted to be written.

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! NEW NAME !

This blog was formerly Chuck Versus the Fanfiction. It is now Sci-FImagines, and the content made for this blog has been broadened to include more than just one sci-fi show.

(I do consider Chuck to be a science fiction show because of how reliant the plot is on the Intersect, which is very sci-fi-y, but if you all strongly disagree with me, I could probably be convinced to move Chuck materials to my cop show sideblog.)

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My Ko-Fi account is no longer active. I have decided to stop paying the monthly fee due to inactivity. The corresponding information page on this blog has been deleted. Any Ko-Fi notices on previously-published stories or updates should be ignored.

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A Threesome With Chuck and Sarah Would Include...

Warning: NSFW under the cut

Sarah’s the one to bring it up and take the lead in making it happen. She’s graceful and sexy and seductive, and she does it so well that you almost want to prolong the flirting game.

Chuck helps ease you into the bed with lots of deep kisses and reassuring touches until you’re a moaning, pliable puddle on the mattress.

It starts off slow and a little rocky. No one’s entirely sure what to do now that you’re in their bedroom with them. You work it out together with a lot of lead from Sarah.

Sarah is unofficially in charge, coaxing you where she wants you and telling Chuck what to do, as her husband is a little fumbly and awkward when left to improvise for himself. It’s endearing.

Music is in the background for the whole time, it’s one of Sarah’s favorite albums, and you catch Chuck humming along on occasion during your play.

Some of the time it’s like they focus on each other and you can see the love between them like a tangible thing, and it’s almost as hot to watch them together as it is to participate.

Sarah and Chuck both get a little bit competitive, so they silently insist that you’re not done until they’ve both made you come the same amount of times. It’s a very beneficial competition for you.

You find something you and Sarah both love is to sit up against the headboard, flirting and kissing, while Chuck eats you out in turn.

Sarah wants to watch Chuck fuck you while she sits back. At first, this sounds awkward to you, but in practice, it’s really hot.

Watching her partner be with you makes Sarah possessive and horny, so then you swap places and you get a show, and it’s definitely a show you won’t forget.

They ask what you would really like to do with them, and they make it happen, no ifs, ands, or buts.

They include you in their afterglow, sharing cold water, blankets, and warm, fresh-from-the-dryer pajamas.

They encourage you to stay afterward, and you and Sarah sandwich Chuck in the middle, each of you cuddling on his shoulder.

The next day, they make sure you don’t wake up alone. Sarah cooks breakfast for the three of you and loans you some clean clothes while yours are washed.

The next morning, you review the previous night with a few blushes and decide that you want to make a repeat.

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Secret Love Song

           The moment you stepped into your home, you felt at ease. Not because it had been a trying day, or because the cold was left on the other side of the foyer. You relaxed because you could smell the subtle traces of Bryce’s aftershave in the room.

           Smiling, you locked your door and headed to your sofa, where you dropped your bag and toed off your shoes. Behind you, a pair of slow and quiet footsteps followed you to the couch, and strong arms wrapped around your stomach from behind. His warmth soaked through your shirt and into your back, and you leaned against his chest, letting your head drop onto his shoulder.

           “You should be more careful,” he murmured, moving his lips across your temple in a gentle kiss hello. “You never know who might break in.”

           “I knew it was you,” you replied confidently, reaching down to his hands and threading your fingers through his, holding his arms around you. “And you don’t scare me, Agent Larkin.”

           “I would never want to.” Bryce loosened his arms and spun you around with swift touches to your shoulder and opposite hip. One of his hands slid down your sleeve to hold your elbow and you locked eyes with his gorgeous blues. “I missed you.”

           “I missed you more,” you said, only partly teasing. Bryce’s eyes were tired, his face a little pale, a couple days’ worth of scruff on his jaw and upper lip. “Did you only just get back?”

           “Forty minutes ago, through LAX.” He leaned forward again, closing the small distance between you to press his dry lips fondly to your forehead. “I came right here.”

           “Does anyone else know you’re back?”

           “Nope.” He found the energy to smile mischievously with a flash of teeth. “I’m all yours until tomorrow night.”

           “A whole day,” you mused. “That’s awfully convenient. You know, I’ve been feeling a little iffy. I was going to call in sick tomorrow anyway.” You made an unconvincing fake cough into your elbow.

           Bryce caught your lips in a kiss when you moved your arm out of the way. His mouth moved on yours with skill and familiarity. You had done this countless times before, stealing a few precious hours here and there between missions and trips, sometimes when Bryce wasn’t supposed to be in Los Angeles at all but made an unofficial detour. You moaned softly and wrapped your arm around his shoulders to keep him close. The spy responded with a softer groan and pressed his hand into your hair, stroking his thumb over your neck.

           After a couple minutes of feverishly making out, you pulled away from his lips to breathe. Bryce tilted his head so his forehead pressed to yours, and he looked at your glossy lips through half-lidded eyes while you held each other. Bryce had very little downtime, so you were very privileged that he relaxed in your company.

           You gently swatted his arm when you were ready to be let go. Bryce removed himself from you, though he was reluctant to do so. “Go shower,” you instructed kindly. “Men’s shampoo, body wash, and shaving cream are all under the sink.” They had to be hidden in case Casey or Sarah visited. They didn’t need to know that Bryce stayed with you whenever he visited. They thought you were friendly colleagues, and that was it. Bryce’s relations with Sarah and Chuck were both a little too messy for you to want to be in the middle. That was his business to resolve, and with his traveling assignments, he hadn’t had the opportunity. “I’ll heat up some food and we’ll see what happens after.”

           Bryce grinned thankfully and rubbed his hand over his prickly jaw. “It is a little itchy.”

           “Try kissing it,” you retorted playfully.

           Bryce took off his shoes and kicked them behind the couch, out of view of the door or windows. “Watch the attitude or I’ll kiss you again,” he jokingly threatened, tousling his hand through his messy hair and rolling his shoulders to stretch.

           “Oh no, not that.”

           In spite of what you told him, you pressed a finger to your lips and leaned forward, and Bryce obediently gave you another kiss, this one sweeter than the last. He stood up straight, scanned his eyes over your face affectionately, and walked around you to head towards the bathroom.

           You watched your spy head off to shower with an excited smile. A whole day was plenty of time to catch up, relax, and enjoy each other’s company, which you were acutely aware you didn’t get to have much of. When he wasn’t on the clock, Bryce was a great partner to you. One day the CIA wouldn’t keep him away so much, and you were looking forward to it. It would be nice to openly be in love, but for now, there was too much at risk if Fulcrum knew about you.

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A/N: I’m really happy to post this because I love Bryce. Title from Little Mix’s song, “Secret Love Song.”

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I’ve published the first chapter of a new story! It’s based on NBC’s Chuck.

You can check it out on AO3 here, or on FFN here.

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~excitedly reblogs from my main for a bit of self-promotion~

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Ko-Fi Update

I’ve been trying for months now to get a job and still failing to get one. I’ve basically run out of places to apply to. So clearly I’ll be keeping my free time. Anyway, I was reviewing my commissions settings and decided to review them to make more sense. 500 words is now worth $1, with the exception of oneshots - because they are more expensive, there are 500 free words.

1. Would-Includes

$1 for two would-includes (about 250 words each).

2. Imagines

$1 for one imagine (about 500 words).

3. Oneshots

$4 for a oneshot of at least 2,500 words. Add $1 for each 500 words (i.e., $5 for at least 3,000 words, $6 for at least 3,500, etc).

Note that “at least” means the word count won’t be under the commissioned length, but it does mean that it won’t be significantly longer. I won’t start cutting out words and sentences just to make everything fit, so a oneshot with a 2,500 minimum end up with closer to 2,600 words.

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Morgan Crush Stalking You Would Include...

He was supposed to be helping you to find a printer when you met, and he so flustered that he sold you a printer that was incompatible with your device.

Morgan keeps trying to get you to give your phone number, but you asked Anna and no, phone numbers are not required to check out.

He tried to convince Lester and Jeff to show you that he’s a good guy, and instead the two started trash talking Morgan for a laugh. You felt bad so you took him for lunch (but you insist it wasn’t a date).

You have to either stop shopping at the Buy More or become familiar enough with his shift schedule that you can avoid him. Or, on the other hand, you can go whenever he’s working and get employee discounts that he technically shouldn’t be giving you.

He introduced himself to your friends as your future boyfriend and they were pretty weirded out.

Chuck makes a lot of apologies for Morgan because he knows his pal is going overboard.

Whenever Morgan feels even a little bit out of place, like if he goes to a bookstore because he hopes he’ll see you there, he tries to act like he’s a different person – and he usually makes himself look stupid by acting so sophisticated.

He once grabbed a boombox and tried to do the scene from Say Anything. You refused to open your window; he dropped the boombox and it broke on the sidewalk halfway through the song.

One of his attempts includes dressing up in a suit. He looked pretty good, but he was so uncomfortable that it just made you laugh.

Morgan washed your car one morning without asking as a display of affection. You weren’t sure how you felt about it, but since your car was nice and shiny, you decided not to be too angry.

You buy extra locks for your windows after he climbs in through one of them in the middle of the night.

Ellie gets the wrong idea from Morgan and invites you over for dinner with her and Awesome, Chuck and Sarah, and Morgan… you go anyway because you’re friends with Ellie anyway, but Ellie ignores Morgan even harder than usual.

Your neighbor sees him in the bushes and calls the police. That was a long night and the cop, having encountered Morgan in similar ways before, was almost disappointed you didn’t want to press charges.

He sends you a ton of friend requests on FaceBook, which you accept, but then start releasing most of your statuses to customized groups that exclude him. You don’t need him knowing more about your private life than he already somehow found out…

Morgan comes to your house late one night with flowers and because you’re asleep and he lets himself in, your dog chases him out.

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A/N: This is based on Morgan’s behavior, especially towards Ellie and Anna, during the first season. Thankfully, he largely grew out of it as the show went on. However, as it’s canon that he stalked Anna in the bushes and crept through Chuck’s window without either of the Bartowskis’ knowledge or permission (multiple times) I’m still counting this as canon-based.

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Y/N Versus the Incompetent Sales Reps

Imagine being the best sales rep at the Buy More.

            “Thank you for shopping at Buy More,” you recited politely, flashing a smile at the customer as they left with two bags in their hands. When you turned around, you were being stared at by several other employees from two checkout lanes away. “What?” You asked, looking down to see if you’d spilled something on your shirt.

            “How does she do it?” Lester asked lowly, stroking his chin and pretending not to be spoken to. “What’s their secret?”

            “I bet they’re weeds,” Jeff stated, slowly narrowing his eyes at you.

            “Or, realistically,” you retorted, “I’m just better at selling things.”

            “We’re all good at selling things! Better is having five more sales on us. You have fifteen and this contest started yesterday!” Morgan gestured at you emphatically, cross and jealous. You were looking forward to getting a free pizza, but you didn’t really care about the contest. You were going to do your job.

            “Well, it probably helps that I don’t spend my shift playing stupid games in the break room.” You replied with a stern glare at Morgan. Then you added to Jeff, “And I don’t inappropriately leer at female customers.” Finally, to Anna, you said pointedly, “And I don’t hit on the men who come in to buy their appliances.” You shook your head. “Half of you don’t even work sales! All you need to do is be present, knowledgeable, and respectful, but most of you are missing that third thing and sometimes Jeff forgets to be sober. Honestly, Casey’s in second place and he started a couple months ago. Take notes.”

            Morgan and Harry both took out their phones. Jeff picked up a pen that was in a cup for when customers needed to sign receipts and held up his other hand like he was going to take notes on himself.

            Letting out a frustrated groan, you turned and walked away. This store was going to crash and burn.

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Please check out my new page on Ko-Fi and commissions here: https://chuckversusthefanfiction.tumblr.com/kofi

Other fanfiction blogs of mine are mentioned. Lawmen and Conmen (White Collar) has been running for about three years now and is my oldest fandom niche blog. CMagines and ImagiNCIS are both new blogs. The links are real but it’s midnight and I’m tired so the blogs aren’t furnished yet. If you like Criminal Minds or NCIS, please check them out in like a day or so. :)

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Sex with Bryce Would Include...

Warning: NSFW below the cut.

He’s full of energy and passion and if he’s horny, he wants to get laid, regardless of the time or place. He’s not picky about how he gets you, as long as he gets you.

His kisses are so intense that sometimes you feel like you’re drowning and all you can do is hang on and never let go of him.

The man is an incredibly attentive lover. He remembers every little thing he can about what you like and what you love. He won’t hesitate to play your body like a fiddle.

In truth, he enjoys pleasing you almost as much as he enjoys it when you please him, so he’s eager to go down on you or kiss you breathless while he works his hands all over you.

Bryce likes to manhandle you, giving you bruises in the shapes of his fingers and often leaving your muscles stretched and sore.

Bryce also likes to lean back and watch you be on top of him, usually with this unbelievably proud, lusty look on his face like he can’t believe he really gets to say that you’re all his.

He’s alright with taking it slower, but if you want to make love, you probably need to give instructions.

Bryce is never really not the one in charge, he just sometimes likes to take a more passive physical role, but both of you know that he’s the boss, even when he’s relinquishing the reins to let you live out your own dirty desires.

You love to touch his hair, and Bryce likes it when you wrap his soft hair around your fingers and pull, either just for the pleasant burn or to move him where you want him.

He’s a possessive bastard and not only does he like it when you have a barely-visible hickey sucked onto your throat, he also likes to introduce some teeth and leave bite marks that take a few hours to fade.

He’s not very interested in being bound up, but he has zero objections to whipping out a few light restraints to use on you. He loves seeing the proof that you trust him never to hurt you, and having you completely at his sexual mercy is a turn-on.

Bryce will try anything you want at least once and he has quite a few requests of his own to tackle, too. The one thing that actually gives him pause is suggesting anyone else be invited to participate (threesomes, voyeurism kinks, etc) because he wants to keep things private. He doesn’t want to let anyone else near you when you’re that vulnerable. And he definitely doesn’t want to let anyone see how much of a weakness you are to him, either.

Agent Larkin goes away when you stay in bed to cuddle afterwards. You get him, Bryce, the lonely but loyal nerd who misses having friends and a home and – though he would never say it out loud – wishes most days that he had never let himself be recruited into the CIA.

Bryce is a very light sleeper by necessity, so you can bet that there’s probably going to be a round two when he wakes up in the middle of the night. Maybe, if it’s a good night, a third.

Sex is powerful and hot, like love on fire, but the majority of your intimacies come while you’re both relaxing, catching your breath, and he lets you guide him to lay down with his head on your chest so you can play with his hair, or when you exhaustedly cover up and Bryce moves to hold you, protecting you while you sleep.

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Also, due to increasing difficulty with coming up with not-ridiculous story names and my general preference for precision, in the future, imagines may not all follow the “X Versus Y” title formats.

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Most of what comes out lately hasn’t been based on request, because I go through what I have saved as drafts before I post new stuff. I still have things in my drafts, but here’s some of what I am working on or plan to write in the near future.

Chuck

Imagine Chuck showing off his spy life to Reader for the first time.

Imagine being the CIA agent first tasked with recovering the Intersect.

Imagine being one of Chuck’s best friends in college.

Sarah

Imagine Sarah teaching you to defend yourself.

Casey

Imagine being Casey’s very convincing fake girlfriend on a mission.

Other

Imagine having a very secret love affair with Bryce.

Imagine making pancakes with Ellie.