Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

What is happening to me? jo (1)

(instead of celebrities they're spies, unless i say so lolol)

Listen to: I Don't Wanna Live Forever - ZAYN and Taylor Swift

In which you're put together for another mission (1)

You and Jenna worked for two different agencies, you two always found each other at different missions, with the same goal. You were the top of your agency, you were respected and a force to be reckoned with. You were funny, charming, and confident. Jenna was calculated, smooth, and intoxicating. When the two of you, begrudgingly, work together, you make it work better than anyone can expect. Both agencies needed to work together, to merge, but it wouldn't work if their top agents refuse to get along.

She didn't like how you could be immature and a jokester at the worst times. You didn't like how she was serious and uptight. Sure, she was undeniably beautiful, her voice smooth like satin, but it annoyed you when she'd scold you for doing something that was potentially risky. 

Over the missions that you've done with her, you've noticed how she hated putting her hair up, but it wasn't like her hair was always messy and unkempt, nor was it slicked and strict, it was just down, it was so natural on her. You never usually made her laugh, but when you did it was alluring, it made you laugh as well, you don't know how she always manages to make you laugh, but she just does. You would notice when she smiled, even when it was just a quirk in the lips. You enjoyed seeing her smile, seeing her dimples show, it gave you one of the greatest feelings that you can't compare to anything else.

But you shut down any sort of feelings that could arise. You two can't be together, you were from different agencies.

Yet here you are, sitting across from your boss, who just told you that you were going on another mission with Jenna. "Sorry, what?" 

"You're completing this mission with Agent Ortega." He repeated, confused because he knew you heard.

"I heard that, but why?" You were slouched in the seat, your legs comfortably apart, your arms crossed. They had been pairing you up with Jenna quite often now, and it was setting you off, why would two rival agencies put two of their best together. "They're a completely different place."

He sighed in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose, you still weren't getting it. "For being the top agent here, you really are stupid." You feigned offense as you pulled your arms closer to you. "Just get on with it, please, y/n."  He slid the file towards you, looking at you with hope. 

You clicked your tongue, getting up. "Fine." You mumbled as you picked up the file and went to head out.

"And please wear something more appropriate." He called out, causing you to look down at your clothes. You were wearing a band t-shirt and a corduroy jacket. You looked at him over your shoulder. "Maybe not a band that has a naked baby as the album cover." You giggled, nodding as you headed towards the garage. 

You kept your head in the file, reading over everything. It felt weird, fake? You adjusted your headphones, the music slightly distracting you from the words. You knocked your shoulder against someone else. "I'm so sorry." You apologized, but they weren't there when you turned, you felt around, seeing if something was missing, but everything was fine. You looked around once again, shrugging it off and getting into your car.

You were drinking with a few of your friends from the agency, it was Florence's birthday, you all decided to celebrate. You raised your drinks as you all cheered. "Happy birthday!" You threw your head back as you felt the liquid burn down the back of your throat. You made a small face before grabbing your other cup and downing more liquid.