#Manila Hearing Aid

[holylulusworld]

Their little maid (1)

Summary: Mafia business is dirty. The brothers need someone to clean up their mess and more.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Nick Fowler

Warnings: shy reader, flirty brothers, mafia business, money trouble, Walker is the worst, injured reader (nothing serious), blood

Their little maid masterlist

Catch up here: Their little maid (Prologue)

The brothers flank your sides, while you try not to hiss with every step. Your knees hurt, and you can feel blood dry on your skin. They told you to follow them down the hall and to their office.

Honestly, this house, or rather a mansion, is a maze. If you get the job, you’ll need a floor plan to find your way back outside.

“So, how did you find our job offer?” Bucky asks. He dips his head to watch you wring your hands. “Doll, you don’t have to be nervous. Walker is an ass; forget about him.”

“I found your offer on a website and applied to the job offer,” you cringe at the sound of your voice.

“What did you do before you decided to become our maid?” Nick throws in, stealing your attention when he places his warm hand on your shoulder. “Do you have experience in cleaning private homes?”

“N-o,” you sigh deeply. Of course, they’d ask about experience first. “I mean, I cleaned my home, and I helped an elderly lady before she moved into a nursing home. Does that count?”

Bucky chuckles because you look like a lost lamb surrounded by two big wolves. He watches you squirm under their gazes, feeling something more than amusement.

“I think that counts,” Nick furrows his brows at his brother. “Right, Bucky?”

“Yeah, sure,” Bucky clears his throat. He unlocks the office and holds the door open for you, murmuring your name as you walk inside. You stop in front of the large, mahogany double desk. Expectantly looking at the desk, you wait for Bucky and Nick to sit in their comfortable chairs.

“Have a seat,” Bucky gestures toward the leather couch. “Do you have your job references, resume, and cover letter with you?” He asks, looking at your empty hands. You start to sweat. Fuck, no. Out of all the days you could have messed things up, you chose this one.

“Oh-no!” You hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I left the Manila folder on my bed when I looked for a different shirt, and then I had to catch the bus and forgot about the folder.” You cringe because you’re so pathetic; the men try to calm you.

“Hey, that’s not the end of the world,” Nick says and places his hand on the small of your back, making you feel warm. “You can just tell us what you have done so far and bring us the folder next time. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Nick guides you toward the couch. He sits next to you, eyes glued to your knees.

“Before we begin, let’s get your knees clean. Maybe you need a bandage.” Bucky is fast to open a drawer in one of the cabinets to get a first aid kit out.

“No—no!” You raise your hand. “I can do this at home. I don’t want to waste your time, Mr. Barnes.”

“You can talk while Bucky cleans your wound. He likes playing nurse,” Nick teases while his hand moves up and down your back. You whine, feeling hot all of a sudden. “So, what was your last job?”

“Librarian,” you hastily say before your voice fails. “Uh—that’s the only job I ever had. Oh, and I sold ice cream during college, and I had a lemonade stand when I was a kid.” You curse under your breath. Why do you always have to babble and tell people things they don’t want to know about?

“A librarian,” Nick almost purrs the words. “Bucky, she was a librarian.” He hisses his brother’s name when Bucky doesn’t respond. Said man just stares at your bruised knees, lost in thoughts. “Buck, did you hear?”

“I got a problem to handle here, brother,” Bucky bites back. He doesn’t mean your bruised knees, though, but the twitch in his pants. Bucky knew the moment he laid eyes on you that you were the one they were looking for.

“I can see that,” Nick laughs, watching Bucky tug at his slacks. “You should finish what you started. Fix her knees, and we can talk later.” Nick moves a little closer, his hand dropping to the couch to brush your bottom. He hums when you squirm the moment his brother starts cleaning your wound. “Shush, sweetness. It’s all good.”

You wince because the sanitizer stings like hell. Biting your lower lip, you watch Bucky crouch down in front of you to get a better look at the damage Walker caused.

“Did you like your job?” He asks while swiping a cotton ball over your wound. “At the library.”

“Yeah.” You nod. “I liked it very much, but,” you heave a sigh. “They had to close because no one came to the library any longer.”

“You will like your new job too,” Bucky murmurs as he puts a bandage on your wound. “We need someone to clean up the mess we make daily. The house is huge, but don’t worry. We only want you to take care of our bedrooms and our clothes. The rest of the house is not your problem. We have people take care of it.”

“Oh—” you wrinkle your forehead. That’s odd. Why do they need someone to clean only their bedrooms and to take care of their wardrobe?

“You see,” Bucky grabs your hand to stop you from fidgeting. “We don’t trust anyone near our bedrooms or with our clothes. You’ll get a room next to your bedrooms, so you can take care of this part of the house and sleep over a long day of work.”

“Sleep…here?” You splutter. “But...I got an apartment...and...you want me to live here?”

“Oh, that’s part of the deal,” Nick whispers in your ear. “You must prove to us that we can trust you, sweetness. If you live here, you cannot tell anyone about our secrets.”

You still don’t understand a thing but nod. If you get the job now, you can ask questions later. Your landlord won’t wait another week for you to pay rent.

“That makes sense, I guess,” you lie. This doesn’t make sense at all, but you’re willing to do almost anything to get this job.

“It’s settled then,” Nick claps his hands. He looks at Bucky for confirmation. Well, the bulge in his brother’s pants tells him he’s more than willing to hire you. “Buck?”

“Yes.” Bucky looks at your knees one more time. He hums and gets back up. “We can discuss the details tomorrow. Welcome to our team, Y/N.” He holds out his hand, and you eagerly shake it. “I’ll call Barton and Romanoff to get her things.”

“Get my... what?” You stammer. “You want me to move in today?”

“I told you,” Nick places his hand on your thigh and flashes you a stunning smile. “Do not worry about a thing.”

Part 2

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[daycareattendanteclipse]

Event Horizon: Valentine's Special

A DCA choose your adventure romance (based on my DA Eclipse/Event Horizon AU. AO3 link below↓)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63012859

“Alright newbie, let's get this done. I'm yer department supervisor, Paul Sanchez. Since most of our senior staff prefers to work with the Glamrocks, I guess that leaves you to help me cover the Daycare.” The man before you leans back with his feet kicked up on the desk. His dark brown hair is pulled back into a short ponytail with an undercut. In his mouth is a lollipop, the stick poking out and wagging as he speaks.

You nod along, secretly relieved. The Glamrocks appeared friendly, but it would be a lie to say you weren't intimidated by their bulky builds. In contrast, the daycare attendant models were much scrawnier and so felt less threatening. Sure, they were all metal giants, but at least you'd have a sense of safety even if it were false.

“Glad yer still cool with it. Lot's a folks get upset when they don't get assigned a Glamrock. Anyway, let's move on to details. These are the files for the daycare attendants.” He produces four manila folders, laying only three of them in front of you. Above, the overhead lights flicker ominously and your new boss rests his chin in his propped hand. The look in his eye is deadly serious.

A shiver runs down your spine as you lower your gaze. Before you each file is labeled with the name of one of the three attendants. The cleaner two are still smudged with oil fingerprints around the opening. The names Sun and Moon are written in sharpie with different handwriting, both with little doodles around them. The name Sun is hastily scrawled in a half print, half cursive with little suns around it. Moon is written in a similar script, but with deeper curves and sharper slants and different moon phases around it.

Your gaze turns to the older file. It's dirtier, more worn, with a couple blackened edges as if burned and a few tears. Anyone could tell it had seen better days. The name written on it in big, bold cursive reads ‘Eclipse’. There's no doodles of an eclipse, but there are a few random drawings of different animatronics covering the front and one of your boss and another person you do not recognize. 

The final file still held tight in the man's hand is clearly the newest despite you never hearing about a fourth attendant. It's crisp and clean as a whistle. If there's a name written on it, you wouldn't know. Perhaps it was a new addition to aid in the daycare expansion?

Clearing his throat and glaring up at the still flickering lights, your boss adds, “Feel free to pick one. We're tryin’ to hire a personal tech for each a them. Normally I'd be Clips' tech, but my hands are full running this damned department lately. So I compiled everythin’ you might wanna know about them. Feel free to pick yer poison.”

Once again you fix your gaze on the personalized folders, glancing briefly at the one held tight in Paul's hand.

[beholdtheleaves]

love in the time of conquista.

Act I

The play opens in the royal palace of Tondo in 1571, a polity settled on the banks of the River Pasig’s delta. The crown princess, Kandarapa, vents to her widowed mother Salanta about how her uncle Lakan Dula has betrothed her to the unpleasant Rajah Tariq as part of a political alliance with the polity of Makabebe. Salanta asks her why, and Kandarapa cites that Rajah Tariq already has many wives due to being a Muslim. Urged by her mother to simply respect her uncle, Kandarapa storms out of the room, calling for her handmaidens as she will bathe in the River Pasig.

Meanwhile, the conquistador Juan de Salcedo and his aide Felipe Cepeda discuss the progress of Juan’s grandfather, Don Miguel Lopez de Legazpi, in establishing the city of Manila in the name of the Spanish crown. Juan explains that Manila was previously the polity of Maynila, ruled by Rajah Sulayman, before he swore fealty to Don Miguel. Felipe cautions him that Sulayman might still harbor some animosity towards Don Miguel, given the violent battles that took place just several months before.

Juan and Felipe come upon the Pasig to refill their waterskins when they hear some beautiful singing. Curious, they follow the sound until they come upon Kandarapa bathing in the river alongside her handmaidens. Upon seeing the two Spaniards, Kandarapa’s servants flee in fear; Felipe is also embarrassed to see a naked woman and excuses himself. Kandarapa, however, simply stands there as Juan stares, and a mutual attraction forms. Juan, coming to his senses, excuses himself.

Act II

A month after, Kandarapa is in her room, being dressed by her maidservant Amihan. She joyfully relates to Amihan how she has entered a romance with Juan, and how the two have been secretly meeting at night. Amihan is supportive, having served Kandarapa for a long time, but advises her to be cautious since she is still betrothed to Rajah Tariq. Kandarapa declares her love for Juan, and wishes to marry him.

Later on in the main room, Lakan Dula meets with Rajah Tariq, who is visiting and wants to see Kandarapa. Lakan Dula says she has just left, supposedly for an errand, and complains about how headstrong she is. Rajah Tariq brushes it off, and the two discuss Don Miguel’s invitation for a meeting. Rajah Tariq is quite hostile towards the Spaniards and actually wants to wage war, but Lakan Dula tempers him, saying Don Miguel is quite powerful and that they should wait and see.

Later on, Don Miguel and his lieutenant Martin de Goiti prepare for the meeting with Lakan Dula, Rajah Tariq, and the other rulers of the surrounding polities. They are wary of Rajah Tariq as well as Rajah Sulayman; Don Miguel assures Martin that they will confirm it during the meeting. He similarly expresses worry for Juan, hoping he marries a pure Spanish woman rather than a native one. Rajah Tariq, Lakan Dula, Rajah Sulayman, and his uncle Rajah Matanda arrive alongside numerous other rulers. As Don Miguel asks the rulers to confirm their fealty to him as he plans to expand Manila northward into their territories, Rajah Tariq rejects the proposal and declares war, jumping out the window.

Act III

The next day, war erupts between Rajah Tariq’s forces and those of Don Miguel. Lakan Dula meets with both Salanta and Kandarapa, puzzling over his next move: if Kandarapa marries Rajah Tariq, they would be making an enemy of the Spaniards. Kandarapa worries, but keeps her romance with Juan a secret. A messenger eventually arrives; he reports that the battle is over, Rajah Tariq has been killed by Martin and Juan via a cannonball to the chest, and Lakan Dula’s son and nephew, Lawin and Kalaw, have been captured as prisoners. Lakan Dula, though quiet, is clearly outraged, and leaves to meet with Don Miguel.

Later on, Kandarapa tends to Kalaw’s wounds, scolding him for his rash behavior. Don Miguel had released both him and Lawin as a gesture of goodwill. She reveals that she intends to marry Juan, to Kalaw’s indignation since Juan killed Rajah Tariq. Kandarapa declares that she never loved Rajah Tariq and pleads for Kalaw’s support, which he begrudgingly gives.

A similar scene is taking place in Don Miguel’s camp, with Juan and Martin recovering from the battle. Fray Alvarado, a priest part of Don Miguel’s expedition, passes by on the way to give some final rites to the dying. Juan stops him, and asks him for a favor, whispering in his ear. Martin looks on suspiciously.

That night in the forest, Juan and Kandarapa meet, having missed each other greatly. Kandarapa is saddened by how they are on opposite sides of a war, reluctant to get married. Juan says his grandfather will send him on an expedition up north soon where he might die, and says they should get married now. Fray Alvarado arrives, led there by Amihan, and officiates the wedding of Juan and Kandarapa, also baptizing the latter as a Christian. Kandarapa changes her name to Dolores de Salcedo as a sign of her love, and Amihan hurries with her back to the palace.

Act IV

At the Spanish camp, Juan happily informs Don Miguel about his marriage to Kandarapa, who outwardly shows joy. They are interrupted by Amihan, who delivers a package of lotus flowers on behalf of Lakan Dula’s family. Juan receives it and goes to his room, discovering a letter from Kandarapa hidden inside, declaring that she will wait for him. He reads it aloud as Don Miguel eavesdrops and becomes angered. However, Don Miguel pretends to cheerfully send Juan off on his expedition to Ilokos.

Several months pass, and Don Miguel sends Juan on consecutive campaigns to keep him away from his wife. While on a campaign, he composes a letter to Kandarapa and hands it off to a messenger to deliver back to Manila, wondering aloud why Kandarapa hasn’t replied even once.

Meanwhile in Tondo, Kandarapa frets over not having received any letters from Juan. She has already informed Lakan Dula about her marriage to Juan, and while disappointed he gives his support. Amihan arrives and worriedly relates a rumor she heard in town that Juan has married the princess of Kaog in Ilokos. Kandarapa is shaken; Kalaw then arrives and tells her he saw it in an official announcement that Juan was indeed married to the Kaog princess. Kandarapa despairs and retires to her room, where she expresses her sorrow at Juan having forgotten about her.

A few weeks later, Juan returns after another successful campaign, hurrying to the palace of Tondo to see Kandarapa. Kalaw angrily stops him at the gate, striking him and rebuking him for marrying another woman. Juan declares the rumors untrue, showing Kalaw the lotus flowers from Kandarapa he had kept in his breast pocket. Kalaw informs him that Kandarapa had died just yesterday of a broken heart. Juan is taken aback and leaves.

Back at the camp, Felipe, Martin, and Fray Alvarado comment on the ruckus that Juan is making. Fray Alvarado eventually figures out that Juan’s letters somehow weren’t reaching Kandarapa. The two look to Martin, who confesses that it was all Don Miguel’s doing and that he was in on it. Felipe then runs off to tell Juan.

Juan eventually confronts his grandfather about intercepting his letters. Don Miguel, by now the Governor-General of Manila, gets angry and states his wishes for Juan to have married a Spanish woman instead. Juan protests this, saying Don Miguel will never achieve progress until he views the natives as equals. Don Miguel sends him away.

In the last scene, set three years later, Juan is in a military campaign in Pangasinan. He mourns the loss of Kandarapa as well as Don Miguel, who died soon after she did. Fray Alvarado arrives and notices Juan has a fever, to which Juan then ambles outside in a state of delirium.

Out on the river, Juan muses that he had first met Kandarapa on the banks of a river. He declares his achievements, such as conquering numerous lands on the islands and defeating the Chinese pirate Lim Ah Hong, to be meaningless. He declares he will meet with Kandarapa again soon and drinks an excessive amount of cold river water before collapsing. Felipe comes upon him and tries to wake him up before discovering he is dead. He finds in Juan’s hands the dried lotus petals from Kandarapa. Felipe mourns his friend and decides aloud that he will write down his story so that his love will not be forgotten.

[birdybirdnerd]

if you are still taking these (know you reblogged it a fair while ago just. forgot to send one in when seeing it then lmao),, could asking of stannarrator 31 "…after a small rejection", or 34 "... to pretend" ??

OUGHH these are both good, it was hard to pick but im a sucker for fake dating and i had more of an idea for the latter so here goes

31: A kiss... to pretend.

Stanley struggled to lug the heavy suitcase out of the trunk of the taxi, cursing silently as the wheel hooked on the latch and the whole thing tipped over, landing on the pavement with an awkward clatter. He wiped his forehead and slammed the trunk shut, righting the Narrator's suitcase next to his own, already on the sidewalk, as the man himself finished dealing with the driver.

"Hurry, Stanley, hurry!" he urged as the cab drove away, grabbing the handle of his luggage and all but running up the steps to the hotel. "The opening remarks are starting, I need to dig out my notes and get there before my slot-"

Stanley huffed, following as fast as he could without tripping over his feet.

The lobby was crowded and noisy, an immediate awful sensation on Stanley's ears. He turned down the volume on his hearing aid until it everything faded closer to a background chatter, and rushed to catch up to where the Narrator already approached the front desk.

"-yes yes, that's us, please just hurry, we're going to miss my presentation," the fellow was saying. His hands pattered on the desk as the receptionist searched for their keys.

"Here you are!" she chirped happily. "One queen-size suite, for the happy couple."

Stanley cringed and felt the Narrator do so as well. The fact that they'd had to take the final available room at the hotel so last minute had kind of slipped their minds.

He opened his mouth to say that no, actually, they weren't a couple, the hotel had just been so massively overbooked - all of them had, with the conference going on - that they'd had to settle for what was left- but the Narrator, in his infinite wisdom and boundless anxiety, was already going along with the assumptions made.

"Yes, yes, thank you! That's us, the happy couple, Stanley here supporting me in my writing career. We can't wait for after the conference, I've heard there's so many wonderful romantic restaurants around town that we simply must try out, isn't that right, dear?"

He met Stanley's eyes, his own wide and panicked as his mouth moved without his say-so.

Stanley sighed. Might as well; they were in too deep now.

He nodded, smiling tightly, and wrapped an arm around the fellow's stiff shoulders. "Can't wait," he whispered, before his throat once again closed up after depositing its daily allowance of words.

The receptionist grinned at them. "Aww, you two are cute. Well, have fun!"

"Thank you!" the Narrator exclaimed with a too-wide grin.

They started off towards the elevator, before he checked his watch and suddenly cursed. "Oh no, time slipped away- my slot is next! Stanley, I'm so sorry but I need to run, would you mind terribly taking our luggage up to the room?" Before he'd even finished speaking, he had already dropped to his knees to dig through his suitcase for his folder full of talking points.

Closing his eyes and counting to ten, Stanley shook his head slightly, before nodding.

"Thank you!" The Narrator rose, manila folder clutched tight to his chest. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. See you in a few!"

Before either of them had a chance to react, the fellow leaned in and pecked a quick kiss on Stanley's lips.

They both froze.

The Narrator's mouth worked as he tried to figure out what to say. Stanley's mouth simply dropped open.

"...okay leaving now BYE!"

And the Narrator fled without another word.

[bcneofmysword]

[kentaro sakuguchi | he/him] A new face takes refuge under Dark Skies. BEJO AN , an THIRTY FIVE year old TRIAD (UNTRIGGERED WEREWOLF) , is one of those from the PRESENT learning to navigate this changed world. People say behind their back that they’re VENGEFUL but the truth is that they’re really SENSITIVE . Their style can best be described as DETECTIVE WEAR WITH TRENCH COATS, and we’ll see how that helps them fit in. ( its min ). 

Content warnings: death, incaracarations mentions, coerced enlistment, (ill put cw by the bullet points so t*mble doesnt flag me again)

Bejo was born to a stern father and a reserved mother in Manila. A mother who made him swear up and down to not resort to violence 

That promise stayed until he was around 11 when he was involved in a fist fight. It was an insult bout his mother- what was he suppose to 

Ended up going to reform school and left to the United States shortly after his sentencing 

His parents began arguing more, he just need the escape so he got involved with the wrong crowds. Hotwiring cars, breaking curfews, and a few minor arrests. 

Bejo still found himself falling for a someone (wc). Something about them anchored him so well.There was a charm. The calm in his stormy life. Staying with her on the window ledge eating soup from a thermos and leaving when he was told to. 

He would have asked for her hand after college if everything went to plan 

cw But the group he was involved with get caught shoplifting and it was his last warning. He was given two choices: jail or the coast guard for 10 years. Naturally he was pushed to do the later.He tried his best to stay with her but ultimately he broke her heart and his in a dear john letter cw

The days in the coast guard were hell, but it wasn’t so bad briefly keeping contact with a fellow coast guard. He ignored the ramblings of the Triad

It was just him for a while, counting the days down. Maybe there was hope for him. Maybe he would come out unscathed 

Bejo was sadly wrong when a sonic weapon has used at sea, it was a loud pitched sound and then nothing. He couldn’t hear nothing. 

cwHe spent the rest of his time being the more administrative man at sea. The loneliness ate him whole. But the worst news was his mother falling ill. 

Bejo remembered being on her side, now with hearing aids, barely able to make out she was saying. Maybe if he did he would have able to hear beware of the wolf within/ 

Bejo could only stay to bury her, crying at her tombstone wondering how his life could come to this, when his mother died so did what was left of his good nature. cw

Bejo came out of the navy and his grief a closed off man. But for the sake of his mother, he decided to be a slightly better person. Going to law school, trying to maintain a steady job, He didn’t know why or how he was pulled by the oea, perhaps he had a way with words and his score at an archery range. 

For Bejo, the triadwere a means to an end for everything he lost, he wanted to regain it by being  the man that brings the hand of justice. Even if something told his mother wouldnt approve 

And whatever has been stirring inside him during the full moon but he might never know what it is…..he was a monster by his own standards anyway

Personality and Quirks: 

He is ambidextrous

Hes like a very closed of dick who doesnt belive in attachments because uhhh life sucks 

Has no clue about the werewolf thing because he literally couldn’t hear his mother say that and think he has some stress disorder because of the moon

He only likes, tolerates, or hates

Doesnt really flaunt he’s triad because its so much easier to be seen of the redeemable guy but he isnt , but makes a few exceptions

Because he’s deaf due to his accident he can talk and sign but he prefers to sign 

Hasn’t killed because his mom told him to and assumed it was because cultural so decided to obey 

More a guy who does distance shots then close combat because he feels like opponents can scream and also banshees freak him out 

Also frequents maid cafes because those are the only things open at hours that are allowed and reminds him of his mothers cooking and hes melancholic

So very impartial to mothers because of his own guilt taking his own for granted 

Of his family the more a black turtleneck wearer  at the beach if anything 

Connections: 

That one lover/ex fiancee/ person that got away (maybe second chance true anchor kinda thing)

Someone who sees past the act and sees hes hurting

Old high school friends that drifted apart

I guess people spelling out hes a furry (untriggered werewolf) 

Friends-very loose definition

Siblings

Someone to drive him deeper into the belly of the beat (the triad) 

Someone to pull him out of it 

Anyone to trigger his curse at some point- idk some of you seem like the sadistic types of uhhh bring it on. 

[jeaninthephilippines]

Departure Day

I am finally going to have the courage to write this entry.

The morning I left the Philippines, my mom was still stressed out about the weight of my luggage. I maneuvered more things to fit (would later find out my carry on was actually 3lbs over, oops!...Attendant let me slidddeeee hahah). I had been so busy de-escalating my mom that when they loaded me into the car, I forgot to kiss my Lola goodbye. My mom had sent her upstairs to grab cash so I had tip money for all the airport helpers. I feel so sad that I let myself get lost in the stress and flurry.

Our driver takes one pic of us and my mom seems annoyed because she worries about me getting to the airport. On the drive to Manila, I write my Lola in Tagalog how I am sorry we didn't say goodbye properly.

I write my cousin and my aunt their farewells too. I look out into the lush green freeway and feel the weight of heaviness on my heart. I am a 100% Filipino and yet the Philippines is not completely my home. I badly want it to be and I think it starts with language (something I am hoping to improve on).

My mom is busy on her phone preparing a post about a goodbye to me. Right outside of the airport after passing so much gentrified land of high rise condos, is a barangay that isn't tampered with. The streets are narrow and the place is lively. We head into the departure zone which has many helpers in purple shirts bringing your carts and directing you to your airlines. My mom takes one full photo of me and I ask for a selfie together. I wish we had a longer moment, a moment I kept wishing on that day.

We head into the Korean airlines line at 9am and it winds line a snake with 20 folds as it continues to pile. It makes me realize just how intentionally designed the Vegas airport is with mitigating every discomfort for a visitor with its efficiency. We're there for 2 hours in line (the longest I've ever been). My flight is at 12:50pm and I spend about 40 minutes waiting in immigration. I head to my gate with enough time to eat tocino and rice (my favorite breakfast meal). There are so many people on this flight and I recognize the woman who was standing in front of me earlier. I remember how pissed she was that someone paid to cut the line. Anything for a good tip with get you far in the Philippines.

I hear a few Americans talk about how they spent 1-2 weeks here and it was the time of their lives. Spending time in the province was a the time of my life, I never knew I could deserve to have: peace, quiet, and being unknown.

I look like every other Filipino here that no American attempts to talk to me. While waiting I find out my one airpod is left at my mom's. My technology mishaps feel like the ghosts were playing games with the girl they would miss.

We board the plane and I help the people around me load their luggage into the overhead bin. The woman who sits next to me had no upper body strength when she tried to put it up that I stood behind her and aided her arms.

We had yet again very yummy and portioned Korean food. I will miss this about the airline. When I get to Korea, I desperately look for a nail clipper since my nail broke. I had to roughly cut the manicured nails my mom paid for when I visited. Another sign that reality was consuming me. I wandered up and down the airport for the bathroom where Koreans were lathering up their beautiful skin care routine between flights.

I then head up to a food court to order some authentic Bimibap that my professor recommended. It was beyond delicious and I treasure those flavors forever.

While waiting for my flight, I stayed and journaled. A Korean American woman my age asked to sit with me because she was waiting for her food and there were no more chairs. I said sure. I trusted her enough to watch my things when I threw my tray. She guarded her bag from when she picked up her food to when she ate. I get it. I can be foolish about how I see my fellow humans (something I continue to shave off in my return to America).

I find my gate which moved from its original spot to a smaller gate packed with children. Korean summer started and all these families were taking their kids to Vegas. I sat on the floor away by the stores with enough sight to see when I could board. I sat again with a mother and daughter who could not articulate what they wanted to eat to the stewardess. The mother was getting sicker on the flight and I shared some of my pocket tissue with her. She asked me how could I be so kind? I shrug and laugh. I knew that I am built this way from the way I was raised between parents and teachers.

I helped the mother and daughter head out first by also pulling their luggage. The escalators were broken in Vegas and the lines were long again for immigration. I felt like the airport was trying to make Vegas appear unlivable to potential immigrants. That's my theory. We stood in line for another hour and a half after arriving for immigration clearance. I had my whole trip story ready for when I would be asked since so many passengers had to explain. But they let me pass easily and I wondered if the way I appeared was more American.

We were in a secluded baggage area with free carts. I quickly saw both my big bags and maneuvered like the strong lady I am seamlessly. Coy wasn't able to help me because there was another security gate before we could reach our families. I walked out and Coy greeted me with roses. We kissed and I was relieved to live through the turbulation I prayed through in the 10 hours to get from Korea to Vegas.

The mother and daughter passed me and Coy's reunion and the daughter looked surprised that I was married. Maybe she thought, how could a large Asian woman be married? hahaha, to be in America where ideas are bent and identities are explored.

This was so hard to write because someone could look at this day from travel as dull. But I don't live this life sleeping. I live it alive and see all the teachable moments and breath in all the blessings.

I aim to see my family again. I hope I do.

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BALITANG INTERNASYONAL: From Online Raffle Game Show Charity Host to Suspected Mastermind - Former Negros Oriental 3rd District and Congressman 'Arnie Teves' was arrested in Timor-Leste, yet deported back in jail to the PH

DILI, TIMOR -- From 'Teves Cares' to political genocide! The former, expelled Congressman, along the Negros Oriental (3rd District), and also a former online personality, once prominent figure known for his charitable initiatives & a raffle game show host of "Teves Cares: Aksyon, Tulong, Solusyon" named Arnulfo Alipit "Arnie" Teves was arrested this week in Timor-Leste.

The journey from a beloved online personality alleged to be a newly suspected mastermind of murder, was how the question, such transformation could happen. Teves' online raffle game show gained popularity with a large following because it claimed to be for a cause and to help people in need in Negros Oriental. Now, the bright spotlight that once shone so bright on Mr. Teves has been replaced by the harsh glare of suspicion and intrigue.

For those don't know about before the political massacre (behind his murderous mastermind himself), the independent online raffle game show of "Teves Cares: Aksyon, Tulong, Solusyon" is a charitable initiative organized by the said former Congressman and Negros Oriental (3rd District) himself in Bayawan City. Started in August 10th, 2024 on Monday afternoon (Bayawan local time)… It is designed to support various causes and provide assistance for the Filipinos. The show features a raffle draw where participants in Negros Oriental and around the Philippines can win prizes, and the proceeds from the raffle are used to fund community projects and aid programs.

It was streamed LIVE nationwide on Facebook (owned by Meta Platforms Inc. [MPi]), allowing a wide audience to participate and contribute to the cause. While in mid-December 2022, as due to insisted public demand, DZRH-AM 666khz in Metro Manila (under MBC Media Group, formerly Manila Broadcasting Company) inks the deal to launch new radio and televised programme under the same name.

Things have changed in a sinister side. Almost 9 hours after last year's Pamplona massacre in a first weekend of March 2023, who completely assasinating the late-Negros Oriental governor 'Roel Ragay Degamo' and among others… The pre-recorded telecast of 'Teves Cares: Aksyon, Tulong, Solusyon' at 6pm, aired each week on Saturday nights on 'DZRH Television' and DZRH-AM 666khz will be its final new episode on TV and radio nationwide when the horrific event took place-its natural ending, when the exposés on Teves' alleged criminal activities began to explode like a bombshell in Negros Oriental, and the whole world is at large.

The downfall of Mr. Teves was swift and decisive. The Teves Cares Foundation (TCF), a local non-profit organization in Dumaguete City, formerly a beacon of hope to many are forced to cease its operations after the murderous mastermind scandal. The radio broadcast contract for the program with DZRH-AM in Manila reportedly banned & terminated (following after the pre-recorded last new episode), and the 'Teves Cares' website closes down forever that uses for registering raffle codes for new and returning players online..

The House of Representatives expelled for public absence and attempts to evade justice by seeking asylum in various countries, ultimately led him to Timor-Leste, where he was apprehended while playing golf. He did enjoy brief release for over 30 minutes, but was rearrested in no time. The drama shows this man's time in court is far from over. Court hearings of Timor-Leste will now decide on the fortunes of Mr. Teves, and whether he would be deported back to the Philippines to face crimes against him and putting into its maximium security jail.

For many, the precipitous fall of 'Arnulfo Alipit "Arnie" Teves' is a lesson worth learning about how power could suddenly come unglued in the face of developing scandals and criminal accusations. From charismatic personality in the online game show host, to a fugitive on the run, Mr. Teves' story of exposition but no less ill-fated than the thin line separating fame and infamy in the political cosmos of criminal raffle game show of entertainment.

As the legal drama continues to unfold in Timor-Leste, the public gaze is very much glued on the plight of Mr. Arnulfo Alipit "Arnie" Teves as a long-forgotten beacon of hope, now half the man he used to be as he awaits the law's retribution for his supposed transgressions.

The former Negros Oriental 3rd district & congressman, and the now-murderous mastermind is facing several charges in court, once later deported back in his own country to jail.

CONTRIBUTED PHOTO COURTESY: Policia Nacional de Timor-Leste BACKGROUND PROVIDED BY: Tegna

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-- OneNETnews Online Publication Team

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Philippine Senate Releases Hearing Schedule For The Rest Of September

MANILA, Philippines (The Adobo Chronicles, Manila Bureau) – The Senate of the Philippines has just released the schedule of committee hearings for the remaining days of September. Senate President Migz Zubiri told The Adobo Chronicles that he and his colleagues are taking their mandate very seriously — that of conducting public hearings and investigation on national interests “in aid of…

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Aswang Force

Chapter 2: Cackling

Written By Joseph M.

Diego Bayani Jr. walked down the dim sewer tunnels, lugging a jer black briefcase in his arms, the metal scratching against his sleeves, the fabrics of his suit flapping in the wind. He turned around to a ticking noise, dropped his briefcase and fired several shots into the corridor behind him, a pistol’s copper spit zipping down an arched concrete hallway that stretched into the void of secrecy. There was no noise after, so the man known as Grim Blood continued down the waste chambers of Metro Manila. Little did he know, no noise meant nothing dropped? and he was still being followed.

Grim Blood turned a corner, both of his pistols pointing down an infinite void. The strange tick-tick-tick he heard earlier crept back towards him. His boots scraped through mud, trudged through tap water and caused rats to scurry away. Three pairs of crimson eyes illuminated, causing him to pause.

A winged creature burst out of the veins of darkness, talons carving into his arm. Two headless creatures headbutted into his sides. He tried to fight back, his pistols letting off flashes of orange and yellow light, but there was no use. A pair talon-capped paws grabbed his shoulders, and Diego felt a sharp pain in his forehead.

It was like two steel pincers were entering his skull, piercing parts of his skull and hooking onto his brain. He saw a drop of blood roll down his right eye as the two fangs extracted a chunk of his head, skewering his face twice like a two-speared fork. He felt another pain in his leg, as four sets of blunt jaws chomped into his knee like a baseball bat, paralyzing him completely from head to toe.

Blood sprouted from his knees, but not like a fountain of kool-aid. It was gooey and the bleeding was drawn-out. He couldn’t feel the pain inflicted by these creatures, but he could see his leg bones jutting out, and he could almost poke his two index fingers into the two holes in his forehead and feel chunks of his brain and skull, but he couldn’t because the creatures still had him paralyzed.

Yet somehow, he didn’t die. He watched as a manananggal (Makisig), a leyak (Agung), and a penanggalan (Bujang) floated over him with their red eyes. He felt a wave of sewer water rush over him, filling the holes in his flesh like they were test tubes and he was some sort of twisted lab experiment. Diego Bayani Jr. squirmed as this happened–though most of the pain receptors in him were gone, his brain was now hypersensitive to pain.

Makisig, Bujang, and Agung hovered away, their undersides as mutilated and as gory as his mangled body. He was left without a funeral, and they voyaged back to the Fraksi Hantu’s, Muka Layu’s and Band Kelimah’s compound in Manila, known amongst the manananggals, penanggalans and leyaks as The Tribunal Capitol.

It was a grand, abandoned palace, once the home of a Philippine president and used for official court hearings, but the interior’s halls were very worn and thin and the building was now used by these creatures. The walls were adorned with paintings of former presidents, including Ninoy Aquino, Apolinario Mabini and Danilo Kadaggeran. As Agung, Bujang and Makisig wandered, they happened upon the place where the Keeper of the Colony resided.

Memerintah lived in her courtroom. It was where she convened with the members of The Tribunal–the manananggals, leyaks and penanggalans that awaited her words. She had a humble abode, revealed when she accessed a compartment inside the bench. There was a small mattress and some photos, a blanket and a cabinet.

There was some overhang when she slept on her bed. Her organs tended to drip over, but nobody knew that. Judge Memerintah settled there in solitude, away from the living quarters of those she ruled. As Agung, Makisig and Bujang entered the courtroom, she was leaving her quarters, closing the secret door to her home.

“I assume our fight against Diego Bayani Jr. has resulted in victory?” she asked, tapping her claws together in anticipation.

Agung’s head and organs quivered with terror and respect for the honorable judge. “As for Diego Bayani Jr., we don’t know his condition.” This was an eccentric answer, as the three non-human members of the Aswang Force all agreed that Diego Bayani Jr. died in the sewer tunnels. “I heard something as we left: a heartbeat, ma’am.”

“That’s rather suspect,” whispered Judge Memerintah, approaching the leyak with frightening swiftness. “You didn’t bring him back with you, did you? Those were my orders, after all–arrest him and bring him in for questioning and a proper trial.”

Makisig immediately jumped into the conversation, his tongue slithering outward like a python leaving its shelter. “To be frank, we forgot that you wanted us to bring him back, ma’am.” Agung and Bujang hissed at him, but this didn’t stop him from exposing his and his colleagues’ poor memory. “Our exploits and… methods, so to speak… were not according to your commands.”

Makisig bowed, finishing his monologue with a begging, “I’m sorry, madame.” The others in the courtroom couldn’t see it, but Makisig’s heart was racing like a speeding car. Aswang Force’s folly almost guarantees the dismantling of the team, and The Tribune would surely be upset to learn that the manananggals, penanggalans and leyaks took an attack so far. “Again, we are so sorry.”

“Well, I’m not happy,” grumbled Memerintah gruffly, floating up to the bench. Her intestines draped over the judge’s chair as she lowered herself, pinkish-gray snakes dangling over the seat. Insides mixed with crusty bones as the judge and Keeper of the Colony spoke once more. “You will all return to the site of the attack and bring him back, and you will find him if he is not there.”

Bujang’s head floated up to the bench, his mouth moving in protest. The judge tried to parse his words, but he couldn’t speak clearly enough for the others to hear until he had overcome a wave of shock. “We can’t chase after him! It’ll only create more complications, and we run the risk of exposing the existence of The Tribunal to the world!”

“Then I pray you bring him here quickly,” Judge Memerintah said with discernable frustration, audible growling and gelatinous spit. “You are dismissed. So go, and honor The Tribunal, my children.” As the three creatures flew out of the courtroom and through the lusterless chambers, her utters were replaced with a hearty cackle.

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“I am not here to make friends, I’m here widow to widow seeking aid,” Arina told Yelena bluntly. “Friends get you killed, family? Even worse,” she scoffed. She didn’t appear much older than Yelena, yet was from one of the first generations of attempts at making Widows. Before Dreykov as even in the picture.

“Your sister is a hero, and I think you’ll want to help me when you hear what I have to say about this mission,��� Arina added, looking down in mourning over the Black Widow.

“They’re trying to revive the Red Room — not sure who they are yet — but I plan to intercept and make it something truly good and meant to help genuinely abandoned young people,” Arina explained, tossing a Manila envelope with the details of what she knew in it.

open starter: yelena open to m/f/nb

"Just because you knew my sister doesn't mean that we have to be friends."

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Someone Unexpected

John Price x Fem! “Peach” Reader

Tags: Price being a simp. Laswell being a queen.

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“I plan to be of good service to you, sir.”

It started as a suggestion to Captain Price.

At first, it was a gentle proposal that another member be added to his team. Price declined once, twice, three times. After his third refusal, the suggestion suddenly became a request…and then the request became a demand. 

Price fought it, and he fought it hard. He claimed that he didn’t need the manpower. He said that his force was just fine the way that it was. He stated that they didn’t need anyone else. 

But it seemed that the harder he protested, the faster he was losing the battle. 

John was promised that Kate Laswell would do all the work. She knew who to find, where to find them, and whether or not they were right for the position. Laswell knew Price, and she knew exactly what kind of person was going to meet his expectations…if not go beyond them.

John wasn’t having it. He grumbled and griped about it up until the moment that he sat down in Laswell’s office to discuss her choosing. He was rigid when he walked in, not even attempting to get comfortable when he sat down.

“Alright, Laswell. Who’s the lucky winner?” He groaned not, utterly miserable over the fact that he was going to have to give in to this.

“Come on now, John. That’s not very fair of you, is it?” She asked, furrowing her brows at him.

“I’m always fair,” He shrugged, shifting in the seat he was sitting in across from Laswell. “Am I so wrong for asking who you’ve so generously picked out for me?”

Kate didn’t see any sense in wasting time. She could sit here all day and stall, talking on and on to try and convince John not to be such a hardass about this. Although, Kate would be there forever if she attempted that, and Kate didn’t fancy spending her time trying to chip away at John’s stubborn nature. 

She reached into the top drawer in her desk, carefully retrieving a tan colored folder that was thick with papers on the inside. He had no doubt that they were organized and paper clipped into categories. He watched her open the front and quickly scan the first page before closing it again.

“Sergeant [L/N],” Laswell handed over a manila folder with all of the newbie’s personal information inside. “Confident, empathetic, and very intelligent.” 

“Empathetic?” John snorted. “Does he come with a bow in his hair?” 

“A little empathy wouldn’t kill you to have, Captain.” Kate fired back. “And she is as good as they come. I hand picked her myself.”

Price debated getting up and walking straight out.

Price knew that the world was different than when he was a rookie. More and more women were being employed and deployed to the military. He wasn’t against it per se, it was just that if he had the option, he would choose a man most of the time. In his experience, women tended to be less rough and could be totally unpredictable. Price couldn’t afford that.

“I need someone tougher than my usual pickings. I need someone that I can trust.” He argued with her. 

“You can trust her,” Kate said. “She’s valuable, John. She’s skilled in tactical training…both performing it and teaching it. She’s also advanced in first aid and field treatment.” 

That could be useful…

“Hm. What else can you tell me about her?” He went on, curious to know more.

“I’ve spent some time with her. She has quite the infectious personality, the kind that lights up a room when she walks in,” Kate said. “She knows when she’s the best in the room.”

So far, there wasn’t much that Kate had said that was selling Price on this woman. All he was hearing was that some innocent, happy-go-lucky gal was about to waltz her way into his team, expecting to run the show. 

Price couldn’t handle that. That was so far from what he needed.

“What do they call her?” He asked, wondering what kind of callsign was bestowed upon her.

Kate had a grin on her face, a certain expression that looked as if she were about to seal John Price’s fate.

“Peach.” She answered.

Price almost choked on his own saliva. Kate must’ve been kidding. She had to be kidding.

“Peach?” Price scoffed at such a girlish call sign.  “Why do they call her that?”

The smile on Kate’s face was genuine, but had a message behind it that let John know that he was letting his stubbornness shine through. Kate knew exactly the kind of person that would be right for Price’s force. There was no doubt in her mind that the woman she had in mind was perfect. 

“She has thick skin and is sweet as can be…” Kate beamed. “Not to mention, she’s a true southern lady.”

Oh no. No no no no. 

Price was biting his tongue. He had quite a few words to say about that. This had to be some kind of cruel, tasteless joke.

Not an American. Oh, God – anything but an American.

“Kate…” Price sighed in distress, rubbing his forehead with the palm of his hand. 

“John,” She held up her hand before he could say anything else. “One chance. I’m asking you to give her a chance. I wouldn’t have made this arrangement if I didn’t think she was right for your team.”

“And if she’s not?” Price returned.

“Then you can say ‘I told you so’. Just give her a chance. That’s all I’m asking,” She repeated. “She might surprise you.”

Doubt it. Nice try, Laswell.

Neither of them said much after that. Kate had said all she needed to, and she basically kicked John out of her office before he had a chance to share his thoughts. He walked out feeling defeated, as if he had no say or control over his force. 

He wasn’t hopeful. Sure, some of the assets and characteristics that Laswell had mentioned could be potentially useful. But Price had encountered potentially useful people in the past, and none of them turned out the way he wanted.

It was out of his hands now, and the least he could do was do exactly what Laswell had requested – give her a chance. 

But there was just no way that she was as good as Laswell said. Nobody could have it all. Nobody could impress Captain Price.

For now, all he could do was wait and see.

***

Today was the day.

Price was told that she would be coming in today to get situated before the mission they were heading out for the next morning. He was going with the flow at this point. He was just doing what Laswell told him to avoid getting yelled at. 

He was preparing to leave, considering that they were less than 24 hours out from heading to their mission’s destination. Not to mention, he was feeling a twinge of anxiousness to lay eyes on Laswell’s prized pick. 

He waited a good while before making his way to make his official introduction. He didn’t want to seem excited about it because he most surely wasn’t. 

When his stalling time was used up, he made the journey to the spare bunk room where she would be staying for the night. It wasn’t like she really had time to get settled because she would be packed up and off the next morning. 

Her back was towards him when he arrived at the open doorway. She was occupied with rummaging through her pack and she didn’t hear the man’s footsteps approach and stop at her door. He knocked on the frame of the door to make his presence known, which then grabbed her attention.

She turned around at the sound, eyes wide and glittering as she made eye contact with him. His blood ran cold and his muscles went tight all over. He was physically stunned, because she was not what he was expecting. He went to introduce himself, but she identified him and was on it first.

“Captain Price,” She greeted, her southern drawl dripping off each of her words as she reached her hand out to him. “I’m Sergeant [L/N]. But everybody calls me Peach.”

So I’ve heard.

His heart started to patter away in his chest when heard her accent. It was thick and clear, and it fit her like a glove. Her words were spoken with genuine respect and admiration for the man she was speaking to. He almost felt…honored to be spoken to by her.

She wore a smile on her face proudly. It was a glowing kind of look that could bring joy to anyone who witnessed it for themselves. She had a gentle look to her. She didn’t look mean or like she had been hardened by the world. But there was something lingering in her eyes, swimming in the depths of her pupils that let Captain Price know that she had a tough side. 

She was beautiful. There was no other way to say it. She was quite easy to look at. He had a hard time looking away from her, like she’d disappear right in front of him if he even dared to glance away. 

Her hand was still held out to him, a flicker of confusion flashing over her face. He realized then that he hadn’t said anything. He had only been staring at her and analyzing her mentally…and probably making her think he was off his rocker. 

“Sergeant,” He returned the greeting, reaching for her hand to shake it. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Her touch was addicting. The sensation shot up his arm and tingled through his body in a way that made him feel all kinds of fuzzy and warm. It made it hard to retract his hand, and it wasn’t until she practically snatched her hand back that the handshake was broken. 

“Laswell has told me a lot about you. She speaks very highly of you, sir.” 

Sir. 

It felt dirty hearing her say that. Then that made him feel dirty. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with himself all of a sudden. Maybe he was coming down with something…

Get it together, John. Not like you haven’t seen a pretty woman before.

“She seems to think highly of you as well,” Price cleared his throat. “Told me all about you.”

He smacked himself internally for saying it like that. The change in the look on her face was subtle, but enough to let him know that you were thinking that he was a total quack. 

“All good things I hope, sir.” 

His knees wobbled. 

“Certainly.” He nodded.

He suddenly realized that he was out of things to say. He had planned a whole list of questions to scope out what kind of valuable assets that she would be bringing to the table. Now, he couldn’t remember a single one of them. She didn’t seem to mind the silence, but he felt like millions of ants were crawling all over his skin.

I wonder what the rest think of her…

“Have you met Sergeant MacTavish?” Price voiced his question aloud without really meaning to.

“Soap? Yes sir,” She answered. “I’ve also been acquainted with Ghost and Gaz, Captain.”

She was quick. She hadn’t even been here three hours yet. Price was beginning to think that she was several steps ahead of him already. 

“Getting on with them then?” He asked, and her head tilted to the side.

“Sorry?” 

It occurred to him then that his vocabulary and hers were likely very different. Her accent and dialogue was alien to him, the same way that he assumed his was to her. 

“I mean are you getting along with them?” He chuckled. 

“Oh! We’re gettin’ along just fine,” She smiled sheepishly. “I plan to be of good service to you, sir.” 

He hoped so. He really hoped so. 

“Good. Are you all set to go in the morning?” 

Is it hot in here? It’s definitely just warm in here, right?

“Ready to go,” She smiled again, and he felt a sweat break out on his forehead. “Is there anything I can do for you, Captain?”

Oh, Christ.

He had to get out of there. He needed to go and take the coldest shower that he could stand. Maybe it would cool him off and slow his heart rate down. He was surprised at himself, because he wasn’t usually so…suggestive. 

“I don’t think so, Sergeant. You’re all set,” He withheld from wheezing out an exhale of a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. “I look forward to seeing you, Peach.”

The name vibrated out of his throat and seemed to echo through the air. He liked saying it, and suddenly he was excited to get to say it more in the future. 

“Same to you, Captain.”

With that, Price turned on his heel and practically sprinted once he was out of earshot. That was unlike any first encounter he had ever experienced. No one had ever brought him to nearly crumbling like that. It was freaking him out, and he needed quiet time to calm down.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how unexpected this was. How unexpected she was. His hesitation was now more of a curious feeling. He was curious to know how she would do and what she was like in general. 

Something was different about her…but he didn’t quite know what it was yet.

Peach had a lot to prove to Captain Price. She knew it, and he knew it too. The good captain wasn’t totally sold on her just yet, but this first encounter was definitely dissolving some of his initial reservations. He could get used to having her around and having her in his life.

 Little did he know that she would become a much bigger part of it than he originally anticipated. And for that, he was forever thankful. 

Maybe someone unexpected wasn’t so bad after all.

[dashboardjuliet]

Dreaming

Simon Riley x John Mactavish x Oc

Tova catches a quick moment of peace in the middle of a mission

warnings: nsfw, oral (m and f receiving)

Please NO under 18 readers

The heat that surrounds her is thick, cloying in a way that Tova has never encountered before. Summers in Boston can be hot, of course, and now and then they can be sticky humid, but what she’s currently experiencing is unlike anything she’s known before. They’re on mission somewhere close to the Equator in South America. She wasn’t entirely sure of their exact location, but that information wasn’t necessarily need to know for a medic. She’s there to provide medical aid, whenever and wherever they might need it, not a tropical vacation although she wouldn’t mind that.

Sweat drips from underneath the bun of hair on her neck, and it rolls down her spine to pool in the small of her back, joining the growing stain of sweat on her scrubs. There’s nothing she can do to alleviate the stickiness, although she tries by fanning herself with a file of paperwork and pulling her scrubs away from her skin. For a moment she lets her eyes close, and takes in the noises of their camp and the surrounding forest. Every once in a while there’s chatter and beeping of equipment, but the dominating noise is of bugs that she has no name for. Their chips and buzzing is ever constant. At home it would be cicadas and crickets, but this, whatever bugs are out there create a cacophony of noises that leave no room for silence. With her eyes closed, it’s easy to imagine that she’s not in the middle of a rainforest, camping on a military operation that’s about as top secret as things can be. No, she’s somewhere sunny and hot, dripping sweat next to a pool or maybe a beach. The thought has her relaxing back as much as her chair will allow, head dropping back just a bit. Too distracted in her daydream and cloyed by the buzzing of the bugs, she doesn’t hear the footsteps encroaching on the medic tent, stopping at the entrance.

“How much does the heaviest skeleton weigh?”

“Jesus Christ!” Her chair drops back to the floor, and the file in her hand goes flying as she throws it at the intruder, not realizing soon enough that the tall figure in her tent’s doorway was Soap. As her papers float to the ground, a hand flies to her chest to steady her heart. Tova stares at him, and a wide grin spreads across his face.

“Not very observant, are you Hen?”

“I didn’t know I needed to be right now. Do you sneak up on people often?”

“Only people I like. It’s a skele-ton, by the way.”

“I’m flattered. What do you need?” Tova pushes out of her chair to start collecting her paperwork, tucking them one by one back into their manila folder. Returning to her chair, she plops down, and puts the file back on her makeshift desk slash work station depending on the time.

“Do I have to have a reason to come visit my favorite medic?” He moves into her space, and as he does, pulls on the tie that holds her tent open. The flap is loosened, and then falls closed, separating her tent from the rest of the camp. Swallowing, Tova tries to relax as she turns to face him. His hair has gotten longer, the fauxhawk unruly and long, but the sides of his head are still shaved. Stubble decorates his chin and cheeks, and she can’t help but admit to herself that it’s a good look on him. She likes him unkempt.

“Normally I’d say no, but considering I’m the only medic right now, I feel like I need a good reason to be distracted from work.”

“I’m bored, and good ol’ Si is busy doing actual work.” He moves as he speaks, unbuckling his vest and gear from his body to drop it onto the ground and taking a place on her bunk, spreading his legs wide. He leans back against one of the tent poles that she’s placed her cot against, and smirks at her. His hands rest against his thighs, and it gives her a good view of his arms, the size and bulk of them. She swallows.

“So that means you get to come bother me?”

“I figured you wouldn’t mind the visit as much.”

“... are you saying that because no one is out right now, so there’s no need for a medic?” Her eyes narrow as she speaks. She knows it’s not what he means but the heat has her testy, and she can’t help the swirl of anger in her gut. She does a job here, fulfills a role that is necessary in their line of work. Without her, they’d die.

“Now that’s not-”

“Because I’ll have you know I’m extremely busy right now. Keeping up with all of your medical records is exhausting, not to mention we’re surrounded by poisonous and venomous what have yous and I have next to nothing to treat any of that,”

“I didn’t-”

“Not to mention that I can’t keep anything sterile in this god forsaken place! Do you know what happens when I can’t keep things clean? Infections! As far as the eye can see!”

“Noo jist haud on Hen,” He’s moved without her paying attention, and his hand comes up to cover her mouth. “Tova, you know that’s not what I meant. Settle yerself.”

His eyes search hers for a moment, hand still covering her lips. Whatever he sees must make him settle because he pulls his hands away. Closing her eyes, Tova nods. She’s stressed, tired, exhausted from the constant stress of being in an environment that she can’t control. Not to mention the god forsaken humidity that she can’t seem to catch a break from.

“I’m sorry Johnny. I’m just tired… and hot,” She pushes the sweat from her brow up and through her hair, nails scraping against her pulled taunt scalp. “I’m not made for this kind of weather. And we’ve been out here for so long.” “You need to sleep. Lay down Hen, I’ll keep watch.” John switches places with her, pushing her body to sit on her cot while he moves back to her chair. Tova shakes her head.

“I can’t. I appreciate it, I do, but-”

“Tova if you don’t strip and go to sleep, I’ll go get Si and we’ll make you.” Despite how appetizing his words are, she’s too tired to entertain them, she realizes. Closing her eyes, she pulls her top over her head, revealing her sports bra. She does the same with her pants and her boots, and then kicks her unclothed legs up onto the cot, pulling the thin sheet she’s been using as a cover up over her body. Resting her head on her small pillow, she gives Soap one last glance, which he meets with a gentle smile and a wink.

“Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake.”

With his soft promise, Tova releases a heavy sigh, closes her eyes and falls asleep.

When she wakes there are two voices in her tent. She blinks her eyes slowly, squeezing the remnants of sleep away from them. A soft moan escapes from her mouth out into the air as she pushes herself to sit upright, hands scrubbing at her eyes and pushing escaped curls back out of her face. The sheet falls to pool in her lap, and she knows it’s at least evening by the somewhat cool air that touches her skin.

“Sleep well, Love?” Ghost’s deep voice rings out, and in her bleary haze, she finds his tall figure leaning near Soap’s. His hard mask is on, and he cuts an intimidating black form against the tan of her tent. He’s almost too tall to be standing inside it. Blinking, Tova yawns and ignores his question in favor of her own.

“Is my tent just the meeting room now?”

“For us it is.” Soap answers, rising from her chair to move toward her, hand slipping to knot in her bundled up hair and give her a gentle kiss. She pushes up to meet his lips, and her eyes fall closed while a content sigh breathes into his mouth. Their lips move slowly, and before she knows it Soap is pulling away to rest his forehead on hers, dropping another kiss onto the corner of her mouth and reiterating Ghost’s question. “Did you sleep well?”

“As good as I can out here.” She reaches for Ghost as she speaks, and he answers her call, their hands meeting before she pulls him to sit next to her on her cot. She slides her legs off to wrap around John’s waist to pull him closer into her as she leans her head on Ghost’s shoulder, closing her eyes again. It’s not a comfortable position, but the cot is far too small to fit them all on there, so she opts for discomfort to be able to find comfort in them. Their bodies are warm against hers, sweat already forming, but she can’t seem to care now. Soap's arms wrap around her midsection while Ghost presses the hard plastic of his mask onto her forehead.

This thing between them all is so new, so unspoken, but she’s so surprised how easy it is to fall into form between the two of them. It’s no shock to anyone that the two of them are close, Ghost and Soap, and the romance between the two of them isn’t a hard leap to make. They kept it hidden well enough, but the signs were there. But fitting her with them? She’s still not quite sure how it works, how it feels so right. But she knows not to be ungrateful. Their work is hard, and the relationship budding between the three of them is something to cherish. She has been so alone, and finding home between two men was a welcome surprise.

Soap’s breath is warm against her lower stomach, and it draws her thoughts away from her inner mind and back to reality. Ghost is tracing small circles with his gloved hand on her arm and when she looks down, Soap is staring at her, eyes half lidded but pupils blown wide. Slowly, he leans forward and presses a kiss on her stomach, right above her underwear line. The muscles clench underneath his lips, and Tova releases a shaky breath before leaning back and lifting her hips up, communicating silently her need. Both of them seem to understand in tandem, moving silently at the same time. Soap hooks his fingers under the band of her underwear to pull it down while Ghost helps lift her hips up enough to pull them off her body.

Soap eats her out like how he acts with almost everything else: cocky and sure of himself, with absolutely no rush to his motions. One hand brackets her thigh while the other comes across her stomach to hold her down, and she latches on to his thick arm, nails digging into his skin, a lifeline. His tongue takes long and sure swipes at her cunt, and she can feel his lips smiling against her.

As he nestles in closer to her, tongue brushing her clit before swiping away quickly, Tova groans, reaching out for Simon with her other hand. He meets her almost immediately, shushing her like one would a whining child. His gloved fingers knot with hers, and the hard mask pushes against her head in a comforting manner while his exposed lips decorate her cheeks with kisses. Breathing against him, Tova grinds up against Johnny, searching for more pressure. He appeases her, slightly, rubbing circles around her clit with two fingers while he continues his languid strokes from top to bottom of her cunt, every once in a while diving his tongue inside of her then retreating quickly.

“He’s a tease, isn’t he?” Simon pants against her cheek, bringing their combined hand up to her chest to pull down her sports bra and expose her chest, their fingers going to palm at her breast. “But you can take it, can’t you? Our strong girl can take some teasing.”

Her eyes close as she nods against Simon’s head. They make her brain feel heavy and clouded, pleasure clouding every synapse that would help her make a judgement call. She nestles her head against Simon’s shoulder, panting against his neck as Johnny takes his arm off her stomach to add his fingers inside of her, crooking them forward as they slide into her with ease. Tova clenches down at the intrusion for a moment before relaxing again, another soft moan coming from her lips. Simon’s mouth meets her, a soft shush a reminder before he kisses her messily, their mouths at an odd angle. The hard plastic of his mask knocks at her nose as she tries to push her face closer to his, hoping if she tries hard enough maybe they’ll fuse together and stay like this forever, all three of them trapped in the moment.

It doesn’t happen, and she doesn’t mind much because another second passes, another swipe of Johnny’s tongue, press of his fingers both inside and outside her, another sloppy meeting with Simon’s mouth, and she’s coming, clenching hard and mouth open in a silent moan. Her muscles seize, and then she collapses down onto her cot, Johnny’s fingers slowly easing out of her while he licks at her one more time before pulling away. He’s smiling, fingers wet with his spit and her juices tracing circles on her thigh.

“So pretty when you come, hen. Think I’d like to see you do it forever.”

“Pretty as you, Johnny. D’you want to see it, love?” Simon whispers against her cheek, and when she opens her eyes to look at him, his are boring into hers. She can tell he’s smiling from the wrinkles at the corners of his gaze, and she can’t help but smile back, catching on quickly to his train of thought. Tova pushes up off her cot on weak legs, pulling Johnny up with her. She switches their positions quickly, pressing a gentle hand onto his chest to get him to sit. Simon moves too, coming to crouch down on the ground with her, pressing his large body up against her smaller form.

“I was just helping Tova relax, you dinnae have ta…” Johnny speaks, stuttering, confidence lost, but she already has her hand sneaking to his belt to undo it. Simon matches her pace, pulling at the zipper of his jeans and pulling his boxers down to free his already hard cock. It’s already weeping, hard and falling to one side to rest on his hip. When Tova glances up from under her lashes, his face is a beautiful shade of pink that makes her clench on nothing. Grinning, she drags her hand against his cock, fingers softly tracing the vein that runs up the underside of him. His head falls back against the pole as Simon leans forward, tongue swiping at his slit to collect the precome that has already collected.

Inspired, she surges forward and copies the motion, both of their tongues taking the opposite side, licking up and down his cock.

“Fuckin… mockit, both of ye.” Johnny grits, hands tracing both of their jaws as they lap at him. Simon pulls away to lick his lips, and in his absence Tova puts her entire mouth around him, moving her head up and down his length, tongue tracing that same vein. He surges forward, thrusting gently, and she relaxes her throat and lets him. His hands knot in her twisted up hair. Closing her eyes, she relaxes into the sensation of him shallowly thrusting into her mouth, while she reaches her hand out to Simon’s belt. Simon helps her undo it, and once again their combined hands reach for his length. Tova wraps her hand around him, gathering the wetness from the tip to use to ease the glide of her hand against his skin.

“English, Johnny, or can’t you manage?”

“Mae heid’s mince, ya bampot.” He gasps, and Tova tries not to laugh around him. She hollows her lips and sucks, popping off his length with a soft noise. Smiling, she rests her head against his thigh while her hand takes the place of her mouth, pulling up and down at both of them in tandem.

“She making you lose yourself, eh?” Simon moves to take her place, tongue lapping at him before sliding his mouth around his length. Johnny repeats the motion, surging forward with his face knotted and eyes squeezed shut. Tova lowers her mouth and licks at one of his balls, and he groans loudly.

“Shhhh Johnny. Everyone will hear you.” She says, pulling away to focus on Simon, her hand sliding up and down his length in a tight grasp, his cock twitching in her hand.

“Yer fault if they do.” He gasps as Simon pulls away to just lick at him, and Tova moves back to meet him, their tongues mingling around his length. They kiss sloppily around him, spit connecting their mouths as they worship his cock. Her hand moves faster against Simon, nails dragging gently against him and he hisses, eyes falling closed and hips surging forward.

Johnny comes first, a groan escaping from his mouth as ropes of come spurt from him, landing on their faces and lips. Tova laps at the mess while Ghost leans back, relishing in the feeling of her tugging at him. It only takes another moment, and he’s coming too, come landing on her hand and dripping down his length. She slows her ministrations as they all come down, the sound of their combined panting the only noises in her tent.

“Guess we’re all sleeping well tonight.” Tova says, head resting on Johnny’s thigh as she wraps her fingers around Simon’s hand.

Both men smile at her, and she closes her eyes, relishing in them.

[donald4spiderman]

HOTCH FIC/BLURB BASED OFF OF THIS ASK

I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY IM SO SORRY.

TW: sub!hotch (😫), boss/employee, penetrative sex, unprotected sex & creampie, kissing, degradation, (GN!AFAB Reader)

for @hotch-and-bunny & @reidstoychest

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Maybe it’s the way his blazer is a little too large for his shoulders. Maybe it’s the way he refuses to gel his raven hair, constantly brushing it away from his face. Maybe it’s the way he’s so eager to learn, the way he’s such a good listener.

Aaron’s younger than you— give or take five or six years your junior— and you’re his superior, his unit chief. I mean, there’s no way Gideon would ever consider making a pass at any of the female agents working below him. There’s a standard for professionalism in the BAU, which includes not sleeping with your employees.

But Aaron makes it so hard, with his timid knocks on the door and jittery hands. You wonder if he was different during his prosecuting days— maybe he was just out of his element at the bureau. But he’s a damn good profiler and an even better man. So, you ease up on the hungry gazes and treat him like every other agent.

Or at least, you try.

It’s past midnight, and you hear the faint of the vacuum come to a halt as the custodians finish up their shift. You’re at work later than the night shift custodians. Shouldn’t you be heading home?

You pack up your briefcase full of your case files, only stopping when you hear a soft knock on your door. You know that knock— the three-beat rhythm, each one slightly my confident than the next, but not quite assertive.

“Come in, Aaron.” You shout so he can hear you from the outside.

He greets you with a small smile, holding a manila folder out to you wordlessly, his teeth occupied with biting his bottom lip.

“Is this the Troy Perry case file?” You question.

“Y-yes.”

“Is it complete?”

Aaron shrugs, “Sort of. I mean... I think so?”

You sigh, running a finger over your brow bone. “It’s a simple question, Aaron. Yes or no. Is it complete? Or is there still work needed to be done?”

You’re too hard on him. Aaron’s sweet, the sweetest man you’ve ever known. But he has the potential to be the leader that the bureau needs— strong-willed, deeply moral, and most importantly passionate. You just need to crack that unsure exterior.

“I-I finished all the sections!” He exclaims out of nervousness. “I just wanted to see if you thought they were good enough.”

His brows knit together as you study his expressions, most likely feeling weighed down by your stare.

“I trust you.” You state, placing the file in your desk drawer. “I don’t need to look over it.”

“A-are you sure?” Aaron asks. “What if there’s a mistake. S-Shouldn’t you check for those kinds of things?”

You press your hand down firmly on your wooden desk, “Are you telling me how to do my job?”

His jaw falls open, and his hands rush out to aid his apology, “No! No! I didn’t mean it like that, Ma’am.”

You can’t help the way your thighs rub together, unmistakably aroused. “Don’t question me, or yourself, okay? What we do is important, and you have to be sure of yourself when you make decisions.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for everything.” That boy is going to be the death of you.

You shrug, “Don’t mention it.”

He smiles, big and bright, with all his teeth showing and his eyes creasing. You smile back, albeit less wide. You catch the way his eyes flick down to your plump lips, and he clears his throat nervously.

“I-I think— I’m gonna head h-home.”

You nod, all but prepared to let him walk away. You know what you’re about to do could ruin any semblance of the false formality to two of you hold with each other. You know Aaron wants you; it’s easy to see. You are a profiler, after all.

“Alright.” You say, letting him walk halfway out the door before calling him back in. “Aaron?”

his head jolts up, “Yes?”

You take three large strides until you’re face to face with him, pulling him to the side of the doorway, letting the door close shut before slamming your lips against his.

He’s rooted in place, eyes wide open as he takes in exactly what’s going on. You break away from the kiss, and truth be told, you’re just as nervous as he is.

“We don’t have to do anything, Aaron. I’m not going to punish you if you don’t want to sleep with me. That is... unless you want me to?”

Aaron’s neck flushes a warm rose, and despite his uneasy voice, you feel the bulge in his slacks pressing against the front of your thigh.

“T-this is, uh, we shouldn’t— right?” His breath fans your face.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You deadpan. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t dreamt of fucking me, then I’ll let you go. I'll pretend this never happened, and you can go back to calling me Ma’am and keeping me six feet away.”

“I can’t.” Aaron sighs. “I can’t lie to your face and tell you I don’t want this.”

“I fucking knew it.” You laugh, rubbing your hands down his shoulders. “You want me.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answers anyway. “Yes, Ma’am. I want you so much.”

“Ma’am?” You grin. “You like calling me Ma’am?”

He nods, and you smile, bringing his lips against yours. This time, Aaron is more responsive, closing his eyes and letting his lips roam, hands resting on your waist.

“I want you, Aaron. Right here. Right now.” You growl, working to undo the knot in his tie.

“W-what? I-I don’t know what you mean...”

“You’re going to fuck me against my desk as hard as you can, Aaron. I need you inside of me. Now.”

You can see the gears turning in his mind, unable to process what you’ve said fully.

“Do you understand, Aaron?” You purr, opening up his shirt and raking your nails down his stomach.

“Uh huh.” He finally nods. “I-I understand.”

“Good.” Your smile is teasing in a sickly sweet manner. “For a second there, I thought you were too dumb to follow orders.”

He follows closely behind you as you perch yourself onto the wooden surface of your desk. You slide both your trousers and your underwear down, exposing just how much you need him.

“Come here and fuck me already.” You demand as he works his belt buckle open, slowed down by the tremor of his hands.

Once he finally frees his cock from his pants, you know there’s no turning back, no way you could look at him without wanting to fuck him. His cock is flushed and hard, precum leaking out of the tip.

Aaron strokes himself firmly twice before lining up his cock with your entrance. Before he can push himself in, you pull his lips down for a tender kiss, releasing his face so you can watch the way he sheaths into you.

You’re instantly breathless; the warm feeling in your lower stomach combined with Aaron’s blissed-out face makes you clench with excitement.

“Fuck me.” You exclaim, pulling his thighs closer to yours. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Prove to me your not fucking worthless.”

Aaron lets out a strangled groan before slamming his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible into you before pulling out, repeating his motions.

“F-Fuck.” You cry, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I knew you’d be good at this. Such a good boy.”

His head comes down to nip at the flesh on your collarbones. There’s no doubt that you’ll be marked up tomorrow, but you don’t mind one bit.

Aaron continues pounding into you, the sound of your skin filling the entire office. His hips roll expertly into yours as he snakes his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“I’m so close, Ma’am.” He whines, resting his forehead breathlessly against yours. “Can I p-please cum? Please?”

You shake your head, “Hold out a little bit longer, baby— I’m so fucking close.”

His fingers circle your clit faster, and he seems to appreciate the way you moan louder. He feels the quicker in your thighs and the hitch in your breath. Soon enough, your legs are shaking, and your back is arching off the desk.

“Fuck, Aaron!” You shout, tossing your head back in a silent scream.

Aaron takes your scream as his cue, groaning as he cums inside of your pussy, thick ropes filling you up perfectly. He slams his hips once more into you, wincing at the overstimulation, before pulling out altogether.

He places a wordless kiss on your forehead, an innocent gesture to close off your filthy activities.

“Thank you.” He whispers as you thread your fingers into his hair.

You hum in response, “My pleasure.”

[mctherofdragons]

A Sanctuary Heart | 1 | SR

summary / after her abusive husband lands her in the intensive care unit, y/n changes her identity and moves as far away as possible. upon starting her new life, she meets dr.spencer reid and his son, maddox, when she begins her job as a teacher. but can she keep herself safe and keep up the facade with spencer? can she be safe at all?

pairing / spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings / angst, marriage, trauma, domestic violence, assault, serious injury, dad!spencer, spencer's son has a serious disability, please let me know if I forgot anything. future chapters will have more warnings.

authors note / i am overjoyed to start this series. the idea has been on my mind for a while. i'm also excited to have an OC (spencer's son). please note that this chapter is just an intro to the story, and i might try to have the next chapter up tomorrow or sunday! this is my first spencer fic so please be gentle, and i hope you enjoy. please note this series will feature some intense/heavy themes so please read at your own risk.

You looked out of the window just as the plane touched down on the tarmac. For so long, it had felt like maybe you would never truly find freedom. But at that moment, the doubts had vanquished and you finally felt a sense of peace. The flight from Los Angeles to Washington DC had been uneventful, and you were thankful for the hours you had to enjoy the silence.

The cab ride to your new apartment was quiet. Outside the window, the Capitol flew by, leaving you both overwhelmed and excited. In this new place, it seemed like all of the dreams that had been stolen from you were a possibility. A smile graced your lips as you watched the bustling sidewalk, filled with powerful-looking women, living out their purpose in a way that before you had only admired from afar.

As you entered your new apartment, you took a deep breath of air into your lungs. It was a tiny studio in a suburb outside of the city. It was simple, but it was home. You didn’t pack much - just a suitcase with the basics and your new documents. The documents had cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it for you. You had everything you needed in one large, manila envelope.

You sat down on the hardwood floor, folding your legs underneath you. The material was cool on your hands as you sifted through the papers. You traced your fingertip over your forged driver’s license, following each of the letters with a sigh. Ivy Porter.

It wasn’t your real name, of course, but it was one that you felt you could easily assume. Along with your driver’s license, you pulled out your teaching license, smiling as you remembered you were able to continue your passion here in the city. The mere thought of being back in a classroom of your own filled your eyes with tears, which you pushed down with a deep breath. After all, he had never let you teach after your marriage began, and it became hard to over up bruises when taking care of children. With all of the uncertainty in front of you, the promise of teaching again filled you with the assurance of the days to come.

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The following Monday, you were adjusting to your new classroom. The day had been filled with both positive and negatives. Particularly, getting to know the children in your classroom and their needs. One child, in particular, Maddox Reid, required a bit more attention than your other children.

To start, Maddox was far brighter than his peers. By lunchtime, he had worked ahead so much that he now sat in his seat, reading a book three times his grade level. But more than that, Maddox had something that set him apart from the other boys and girls in Room 349. He had paralysis from the shoulders down. This didn’t seem to slow Maddox down any, as he instructed his aide to turn the pages of his book for him.

“Maddox?,” You piqued after you caught him not paying attention during science. You watched him look from his copy of Tuck Everlasting to you.

“Yes, Ms. Porter?”

Hearing a student call you that was uncomfortable but you allowed the discomfort to drift by, fixing your eyes on Maddox.

“Are you paying attention?” “I already know this stuff. There are many planetary systems like ours in the universe, with planets orbiting a host star. Our planetary system is named the "solar" system because our Sun is named Sol, after the Latin word for Sun, "solis," and anything related to the Sun we call "solar."”

You chuckled to yourself in an endearing manner. There was no reason a third-grader would know that offhand, and yet there Maddox was, blowing you away. You assumed his mother and father must do an awful lot of teaching him at home. Meanwhile, the rest of the kids in the class snickered maliciously.

‘Nerd,’ one of the kids blurted.

“We don’t use mean words in this class,” you corrected the student, turning back toward the chalkboard. “Now, boys and girls, as I was saying. The Earth orbits the sun…”

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At the end of the day, you sat at your desk as each child exited when their bus number was called. Eventually, the class was empty save Maddox, who sat in the back of the classroom. His aide had left for the day, and he found himself, staring mindlessly around the classroom.

You walked toward the back, sitting in the seat next to him.

“My dad picks me up,” Maddox explained. You smiled, opening his book up for him to where had marked it. “You may as well read if we have to wait here, buddy.” Maddox smiled, reading the page in front of him. Once he had reached the end, you reached out to gently flip to the next page. Just then, there was a small rap at the door.

You looked up and felt your breath catch in your throat. A handsome, tall, brunette stood in the doorway. He was clad in a matching blazer and pants, with a striped tie and converse shoes. Your lips curved into a grin at his mismatched socks. “You must be Mr. Reid,” you created, letting your heels carry you over to shake his hand. He gave you a firm shake. You didn’t feel the cool of a wedding ring on his hand. “Actually, it’s Dr. Reid. Dr. Spencer Reid,” he corrected gently, catching eyes with Maddox who grinned. “Maddox was just reading as he was waiting for you.” “Third book this week,” Spencer laughed, moving his saddlebag to cross over his shoulders. You assumed he was a professor based on his obvious intellect and ensemble.

“You’re a professor?,” You asked, moving Maddox’s belongings into the small basket on the back of his electric wheelchair. “Actually, I’m a profiler for the FBI.”

Your stomach dropped. Could he tell you were lying? Would he look you up and know there was no Ivy Porter? “Oh, like Mindhunter!”

Spencer tossed his head back with a chuckle. “A true-crime fan?” “A little bit,” you grinned, playing off the nerves bubbling up in your stomach. Spencer smiled at you. You each paused, locking eyes for a brief moment. You shook it off, walking them to the door. Maddox looked up at his dad, and then back to you.

“Daddy, can Ms. Porter please come over for dinner on Friday?” Spencer sighed, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “I’m sure Ms. Porter has more important things to do…” “Oh, please, Ms. Porter will you come? My daddy actually makes pretty good tacos. We can have tacos, right?” You thought for a moment, but then you noticed Spencer seemed hopeful and you smiled. “Sure, I’d like that.” Mentally, you were kicking yourself. Now, you were definitely screwed. There’s no way you just agreed - during your first week with a fake identity - to have dinner with a member of the FBI. Spencer turned and smiled at you, as Maddox was already out the door and making his way down the hallway. “Nice to meet you, Ivy,” he smiled, pointing at your badge around your neck. You blushed as he walked out the door, leaving you filled with both butterflies of worry and intrigue toward the handsome agent you had just met.

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