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jksprincess10 · 1 year

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The neighbor’s daughter

1. Home, sweet home. || neighbor ! joel x reader

A/N: I rewatched ep 1 of TLOU. And yeah. DILF joel makes me feel things

This is 3k words.

Summary: When you come back to Texas for the summer to spend time with your dad, you didn’t expect to meet a hot, single daddy in the process.

CW: Use of pet names, fluff, smut, use of “daddy”, oral and fingering (f receiving), teasing, no protection, fear of getting caught, one use of y/n, reader is 25, Joel is 36.

PART 2

When summer showed its colors and when the semester ended, it was time for you to fly back home. You had been going to university in New York for a degree in theater – something you could’ve never done in your small town of Texas.

When you went back to your dad, you knew it was always a relaxing time. Your mom had died a few years prior, showing you that yes, your parents were getting old, and you spent as much time as possible with your dad. He was important to you, and you were the apple of his eye.

The wheels of your luggage on the pavement pushed your dad out of the backyard, swinging the wooden door in the process. You ran to him, and he pulled you into his arms. Your dad was in his 60s, and he wasn’t in the worse shape, but you could tell he was tired, and he wasn’t eating well.

“Missed you, sweet pea. Let me take care of your luggage.”

“No, dad, I got it! Don’t worry.”

A drilling noise coming from the backyard caught your attention.

“You’re finally renovating the deck that was falling apart?” You asked as you dropped your luggage in the entryway of your childhood house.

“Yes, the young neighbor’s helping out. He works in construction. Come outside with me, we’ll take care of your luggage later.”

You agreed and pulled the patio door leading to the backyard. The deck was halfway done. There were wood planks laying everywhere in the backyard and dust filled your lungs. You coughed and went further into the yard when your eye caught the new neighbor. God. He was so hot, you regretted leaving for your semester before you had met him. He stopped working and got up, hands dusting on his dark jeans. He got closer to you, and you felt yourself getting flustered. From close, he had a timeless face, like an ancient, sculpted statue. He had dark curly hair and a thin beard. He seemed to be in his late 30s.

“Joel Miller, this is my daughter.”

He beautifully repeated your name and shook awkwardly your hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller.” You smiled.

“Please, sweetheart, call me Joel. I’m not as old as your dad.” He laughed, showing white and perfectly aligned teeth.

“Watch your mouth!” You dad exclaimed. “My daughter will stay here for the summer, she’s back from university where she studies theater. Might have a future super star right here.” He said proudly as he brought you closer to him with an arm.

“Dad…” You pushed him slightly, embarrassed.

“Joel will be here a lot to help with the deck. Cheapest worker I ever hired; he just asks for beers. Ah, and he has a sweet daughter. But she might be a bit too young to hang out with you.”

“Please, you helped me a lot since I moved here… I’m just paying you back.” Protested Joel. “And Sarah’s just a teen, but she always wanted a big sister. If you want, hun, you can always use our pool and chill with Sarah. Since your old dad is too cheap to buy one.”

“Thank you, Mr… Joel, that’s really nice of you. I’ll let you get back to work and I’ll take care of my stuff upstairs if you need me, dad.”

“See ya later, sweet pea.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, and you almost ran inside of the house. You don’t know what had happened to you in that moment, but the new neighbor got you all shy and flustered. You needed to relax and shut down the dirty thoughts filling your mind. He probably had a wife.

You went up to your childhood bedroom to concentrate on taking out your things from your luggage.

At 5, you started making diner. Your dad said that Joel would stay, and Sarah would come over as well for supper. Seemed after all that you were wrong; Joel was a single dad.

Your father didn’t cook much, and it showed by the emptiness of the fridge, but you did improvise something good for everyone.

“Diner’s ready!” You shouted from the kitchen.

Seconds later, you were all sat at the table. The house looked warmer with more people in it. Your mom’s death left a gaping hole in your childhood home.

“This is much better than dad’s food.” Exclaimed Sarah.

“Better than my dad’s too.” You laughed.

Sarah was a sweet and playful young teen. She seemed to like laughing at her dad, which amused you. He didn’t react much, but he was grinning silently.

“So, how long have you been living here, Joel? I don’t recall seeing you last summer.” You said between bites of pasta.

“A bit under a year. We were living in a bigger house, but it didn’t feel right after Sarah’s mom died.”

You felt awkward under this confession, not knowing how to react. You were fantasizing about a man with a dead wife.

“I’m really sorry for your loss.” You said quietly. “I lost my mom too.” You added as you shot a look at Sarah. But you couldn’t imagine losing your mom at such a young age.

“It’s okay, hun, it’s been a few years. We just… waited until we were ready to move.”

“Understandable.”

Your dad filled the awkward silence that followed by suggesting that he offers a beer to everyone (except Sarah, of course). You happily agreed and moved on to happier subjects, like school. But your ex came up in the conversation.

“I’m so glad you broke up with that loser, sweet pea. What was his name? Chad? God, I hated him.”

“Oh my god, dad, don’t bring him up.” You said as you hid your face in your hands.

“Chad, hm?” Repeated your neighbor. “Definitely sounds like an asshole.”

“Yeah… cheated on me.” The wound wasn’t as fresh, and your sadness was replaced with anger.

“You see, hun, men take a while to mature. You better wait it off.” Added Joel.

“Or find an older man.” You shrugged.

He nodded and laughed. “You’re gonna give your ol’ dad a heartattack.”

He was trying to act shocked, but you saw a glimpse of lust in his warm eyes.

At 8pm, everyone went home with a promise that you’d come over tomorrow evening to use Joel’s pool. You felt nervous, but part of you hoped that he would join you and Sarah in the pool.

You exchanged texts with your friend that stayed in New York for the summer, TV noises filling the living room with your dad’s snores.

So. New neighbor. A total DILF. Single dad with a sweet daughter.

Girl, you better get it.

We’ll see, seeing him tomorrow night to swim at his place.

😉 keep me updated.

Joel wasn’t working on the deck the next day because he had a full day of work, so your day went really slow. It didn’t help that last night, your dreams were filled with him.

You went out with your dad and made supper with him, trying to teach him to eat healthier in the process. Your mom really was the cook in your family.

When the sun was almost setting, you put on your swimsuit and packed a towel with a change of clothes and headed alone to Joel’s home. He opened the door after you knocked, wearing more relaxed clothes, but still looking good. You didn’t know if you had imagined it, but he stopped for a few seconds to stare at your body, only covered by a tiny bikini, before moving out of the doorway.

“Sarah’s already in the pool, go ahead.”

The Miller home was small, but warm. It was surprisingly clean, except for a few beer bottles here and there.

“You’re not joining us, Joel?” You asked playfully. You had hoped he would get the memo.

“Hm… yeah, why not! Just let me change.”

You didn’t wait for him and went out the back door to join Sarah. She seemed happy to see you and you talked freely while swimming. The water was warm, which made you feel more relaxed.

“I might have a lot of clothes in my old bedroom that I can give you, if you want. We never threw anything away…” You offered.

“Yes! Please! Can I come look tomorrow?” She said excitedly.

“Sure!”

You lost your focus when you heard Joel coming out, only wearing his swimming trunks. He had muscular arms, and a bit of a tummy, but you liked it. You tried not to look at his bottom half.

Sarah totally saw you staring, but she didn’t say anything, bless her. She must be used to women drooling over her head.

Joel jumped in the pool, splashing you two in the process. He then emerged of the water, curls sticking to his forehead, and you took your revenge by splashing him back.

Sarah excused herself after an hour in the pool. She was supposed to “call a friend” and then she’d go to sleep. She probably saw how you and his dad were flirting and wanted to leave you two alone.

You swam in silence for a few minutes before Joel finally talked. “So… about older guys…”

“Sorry, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my comment or anything.”

“No worries, hun.”

He got closer to you, making the water move around you in small waves. Your breath was stuck in your throat, his proximity making you nervous, but hopeful.

“I speak from experience. Younger men are immature assholes. Was that way until I met Sarah’s mom. Hell, I might have turned back to an asshole when she died.”

“Is this why you’re single?” You assumed.

“I don’t know. Just need a fix here and there, I guess… but my priority is Sarah.”

“You seem to be a good dad.” You hesitated before, adding. “I wouldn’t mind being a fix.”

He smiled frankly. “Atta girl. Knew you were flirting with me. And in front of your dad… I like your guts.”

You shrugged with a smile. He pulled you closer with the help of one arm and stared straight into your eyes with his pretty brown eyes.

“I don’t have anything to lose.” You whispered. He was so close that your breath was brushing against his lips.

Joel had everything to lose, but still, he crossed the small distance between you two and kissed you gently. Your hand went up to his wet curls, pulling him closer. If you weren’t in the shallowest part of the pool, you would’ve been drowned by his kiss. Honestly, no one had kissed you this well in your life.

When he let you go, you tried to follow his mouth, but he stopped you. He pressed his hand on the small of your back, sending shivers through your whole body.

“When Sarah’s asleep, I’ll kiss you as long as you want, sweetheart.”

You nodded; cheeks flushed. Finally, after swimming for a few more minutes, the two of you climbed out of the pool to dry yourselves. After that, you went back inside, keeping your distances from now on. Your stomach was tied with anticipation.

He showed you to the downstairs bathroom, where you changed into a loose t-shirt and soft cotton shirts. You had forgotten to pack any underwear and didn’t want to keep your wet swimsuit on. So, you stayed like that, no panties, and no bra.

Joel had gone up to change and check on Sarah. You heard her voice, she seemed to still be gossiping with her friend on the phone. You took the liberty to get two beers out of the fringe and laid them on the living room table, while you sat on the old leather couch.

When Joel climbed down the stairs, he put his arms out like a preacher after seeing the opened beers.

“You’re an angel, hun.”

You blushed and took a sip of your beer. He sat with you on the couch, wearing a black t-shirt that was stretching on his biceps and loose shorts.

“So… tell me more about you.” He said vaguely after he had taken a sip of the alcohol.

“Well. I’m 25, I’m graduating next year. I’m hoping to make it as an actress or… I can always come back here and teach theater. I want to, you know, take care of dad. I was born and raised here. I love acting, of course, but also reading and yoga.”

“You’re older than I thought.” He said, obviously joking.

You punched his shoulder. “I blame my dad for my baby face.” With your movements, your breasts moved freely in your loose top, which he caught with his eyes.

He brushed his shoulder, like you had hurt him, while he shifted on the seat, hoping you hadn’t noticed. You didn’t say anything, but you could clearly see his discomfort.

“Your dad’s a good man. Completely selfless but incredibly lonely. I always try to invite him over when I can, but I’m ain’t no good cook.”

You bit your lip, feeling guilty of always leaving him.

“You men are all the same. Needing a mama to cook for you.” You said to lighten the mood.

While you said that, Sarah climbed down the stairs. “Going to sleep now!” She announced. “G’night dad. G’night, y/n.”

He got up to give her a big bear hug. “G’night baby girl, sleep tight.”

When she disappeared and you heard her bedroom door close, he didn’t lose any second and brought you closer to him on the couch.

“Saw you getting hard, asshole.” You whispered near his ear.

He looked away, embarrassed. “Sorry, you’re just… really fucking hot.”

“I can say the same about you.”

You brought a hand up to his still damp curls, twirling them slightly around your fingers. He stopped resisting, and Joel’s lips found yours again, kissing you slowly and sensually. He deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you on his lap. You felt every inch of his hard length through your thin pants, and you had to resist the urge to move your hips against his clothed cock.

“Let’s wait until Sarah sleeps, hm?” You said when you broke the kiss, letting your noses brush together. You went back to your initial spot but keeping some closeness with Joel’s body.

While you waited, you sent a message to your dad saying you’d stay a bit longer and not to worry. You didn’t want him to show up randomly. You watched the TV without really listening, distracted by the warmth Joel’s body emanated. His hand played mindlessly with the soft skin of your thigh, and that’s all you could think of.

You looked at the time and thought that by now, Sarah would be asleep. You put your hand on his, guiding it to the inside of your thigh that was covered by your cotton shorts. His gaze followed your gestures and his fingers soon discovered that you were wearing nothing else than your shorts.

“Fuck.” He breathed, while his finger found your wet slit under your pants.

You let out a harsh breath, grabbing onto his strong shoulder for support.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He said as he barely brushed your wetness with a finger, teasing your clit for a second. You bit your lip to keep your moans inside of your mouth.

You agreed enthusiastically. The two of you went silently to Joel’s bedroom, closed, and locked the door. The second the door was locked; your neighbor pushed your body to his mattress covered by messy blankets. You let yourself fall with a laugh and put your elbows behind you to support the top of your body so you could look at him.

He kneeled in front of you and took off your cotton shorts with one quick gesture. He didn’t touch you yet, he just analyzed every curve of your intimacy with darkened eyes.

“Such a perfect pussy. Can’t wait to fill it up.” He murmured. No man ever looked at you this way.

“Don’t tease.” You moved your hips to get closer to him.

His face disappeared between your thighs. His warm breath hit your wet cunt, before he licked up a generous stripe between your wet folds. You could feel his perfect nose dragging slightly against your most sensitive region and you couldn’t help the whimpers coming out of your mouth.

“Gonna have to be silent for me, hun. Can you do that for daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

His tongue curled around your sensitive bud, and you bit your lip to keep in your cries, your hands fisting the blanket under you. He went slowly at first, taking the time to taste your sweetness. But the hungrier h.e was getting, the faster he was going. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge with each touch of his tongue, and even more when he added a finger to fuck your hole.

“So tight. Gonna have a hard time takin’ all of me.”

“I can do it.” You said between laborious breaths.

To support your claims, he added another finger, stretching you more, and fucked your insides roughly, while his mouth was sucking on your clit. He found a sensitive spot inside of you and hit it with each thrust of his fingers. Your legs started to shake, and you managed miraculously to keep your moans muffled while you squirted on his lips. He kept going through your orgasm, and you pushed him away when you became too sensitive.

Joel got up and took place with you on the bed, his legs trapping your hips. He leaned down and kissed you softly while you were coming down from your high. Joel’s lips were still salty with your juices. You moaned against his lips as your hand went south, caressing his length through his shorts. He broke the kiss only to take off your top. His hands explored the skin of his breasts, before his fingers played with your nipples, making them painfully hard.

“Fuck me, please.” You whined against his mouth.

“Fuck me please, what?”

“Please daddy.”

“Good girl.” He praised.

Your hands found the hem of his t-shirt and you pulled it over his head. He then took care of the rest of your clothes, revealing all of him. It was… a lot.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He said as he saw your scared eyes. You trusted him. “Chad wasn’t big, hm?”

“Smallest dick I’ve seen.” You responded with a smile.

He laughed as he helped you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling your bodies closer. You hid your face in his neck to focus on your breathing. You could finally smell all of him. His cologne was woodsy. You wanted to drown in it.

Slowly, he aligned his member with your hole and entered your walls. It was just the tip at first, but it was already a stretch.

“Relax hun, the worse is almost behind, okay?” He cupped your cheek to look at your face. He gave you a reassuring smile, before kissing you softly.

No man had really cared before to see if you were hurting during intercourse. The bar was so low, but Joel was exceeding it easily.

When he felt your body getting more relaxed, he slowly inserted the rest of his length.

“Okay?” He checked on you.

You nodded with a shy smile. He started moving slowly, not pulling out completely. You held him close with your legs. When you felt more comfortable, your hips started moving with him, a bit faster, to show him what you wanted. He understood your body’s message and started thrusting at a quicker pace, meeting the rhythm of your hips.

Your lips found the skin of his neck, where you muffled your moans with warm kisses.

“Can you cum again if I touch you?”

“Yeah. But you don’t have to do everything…”

He shushed you. “I want to please you, so you come back, hun.”

You changed your positions slightly, so you were more relaxed on your back, and he was on his feet at the end of the bed, your legs around his ass. Joel’s fingers circled your clit as he was thrusting in and out of you with force.

His other hand was pressed on your lips so he could muffle your moans. The sound made by his hard thrusts was already risky. Slowly, under his attentions, you had a second orgasm. Your walls closed tightly around him, and he had a hard time keeping up.

“Where d’you want me, sugar?”

“In. Please. I’m on the p-” You said against his hand. You couldn’t even finish your sentence, he was hitting you with a last thrust, his semen filling you up.

When he left you empty, you ran to the closest bathroom to clean yourself up. You didn’t have much time left with him tonight, so you got back to his bedroom immediately after you were done. He was still laying naked on his bed, looking like a timeless portrait from a classical painter. He held up his arms and you understood the message, burying your body in his strong arms.

“G’nna have to go, Joel…” You mumbled.

“I know.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead.

“Buuuut… I can sneak out of my room tomorrow night.”

He smiled.

“Bad girl.”

“Is that a yes?”

"Yes."

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suugarbabe · 8 months

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Sweater weather fic! Oh my gosh it’s finally fall season I was wondering if you could possibly write a FIC abt Theodore Nott x reader smut based off the song? I LOVE UR WORK SM PLS DONT OVERWORK URSELF BABE

so sorry this took me so longggg, i really truly struggle with lyric fics so if it's shite don't come for me!

warning: there is some smut, couldn't help meself, sooooory

And all I am is a man I want the world in my hands I hate the beach But I stand in California with my toes in the sand Use the sleeves of my sweater Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds but my gravity centered Touch my neck and I'll touch yours You in those little high waisted shorts, oh

Theo had known you basically his whole life. Your dad and uncle ‘worked’ closely with his father, so he had seen you at your cousin’s house near constantly, then every summer and holiday since you all started attending Hogwarts.

Your cousin being Lorenzo Berkshire, or as everyone called him, Enzo. Your family had always referred to you and Enzo as ‘the twins’ despite you being only cousins because you were both born on the same day and both had similar features. Your parents were so close that you even had a room at Enzo's house for when you stayed over. Theo attributes this fact as to the reason he had been so dismissive of you being a girl while growing up.

The first time Theo remembers really seeing you, like noticing you noticing you was near the end of fifth year. Now it was the second half of summer and his new infatuation had only grown tenfold. He wasn’t sure what had happened during the first half of summer while he was away in Italy with his father, but something happened to you.

When you came down from the house that night in a slouchy jumper and short high waisted shorts he thought he might pass out. He looked around the bonfire that was happening and noticed the only open space was on the bench next to him and he thanked Merlin and the stars above for aligning so perfectly.

As you sat down next to him, you left little space between you two. He hoped the darkness around helped disguise the way his eyes raked over your form from everyone else at the fire. He couldn’t help but practically drool at the thickness of your thighs and how desperately he wanted to feel the heat of them around his head.

Oh, she knows what I think about And what I think about One love, two mouths One love, one house No shirt, no blouse Just us, you find out Nothing that I wouldn't wanna tell you about, no 'Cause it's too cold For you here And now, so let me hold Both your hands in the holes of my sweater

His breath seemed to catch in his throat when you hooked your pinky over his resting on the bench. He looked up to your face to see if you had done it on purpose only to be met with a quick glance and a wink from you before you turned back to your conversation with Pansy on the other side of you.

Theo’s mind was racing at just the small action, not being able to compute in his brain that you may be thinking the same about him as he was about you. Before he could come up with some sort of explanation you subtly moved closer to him so that your thigh was squished against his.

If that wasn’t enough, you then placed your hand on his thigh. Now…now, he thought he might die, might pass out even as he glanced around the fire. Somehow, thankfully, no one took notice of the small and simple movement; most importantly, Enzo didn’t notice, too heavily engaged in conversation with Blaise.

When he looked back over your eyes were on him, amused smirk on your face. He laughed out rather bashfully, scratching the back of his neck like a nervous tick. When you leaned towards him he held his breath, afraid he might burst on the spot. When your lips were next to his ear, your breath on his skin, he swore he was going to be fully aroused right then, right there in front of everyone.

“Wait five minutes, then meet me in my room. It’s the one across from Enzo’s in case you forgot,” with a quick squeeze to his thigh, you got up, telling Pansy you had to use the restroom as you walked away.

Theo sat nervously on the bench, his leg on fire where your hand had just been while his other bounced nervously. He wasn’t sure how long it had been, but he needed you, now. So he spouted something about getting another drink, waving off the calls from other’s to grab them one as well, he trudged up to the house in pursuit of you.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say Sometimes the silence guides a mind To move to a place so far away The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for Inside this place is warm Outside it starts to pour

Your mouth was on Theo’s before he could even say anything, fisting the material of his jumper to pull him impossibly closer. You tugged on the material and Theo quickly shed himself of the layer, taking his shirt along with it. You took the opportunity to pull your jumper off as well, leaving Theo nearly breathless at the sight of you in just your bra and shorts.

His mouth was on your skin as his hands found your waist, gripping the soft skin as his name fell from your lips. Goosebumps raised in the trail of his fingertips of one hand as it lightly glided against and explored your body while the other slid under the waistband of your shorts.

Your hands trailed over his abs, feeling the divots and ridges of his muscles as he popped the button to your shorts, pulling down the zipper. His fingers teased the band of your panties, pausing briefly to look you in the eyes, silently asking permission to continue.

As you nodded your head his hand slipped further, fingers dipping between your folds and gathering your slick before rubbing tight circles against your bundle of nerves. Your nails dug into Theo’s shoulders as he swallowed your moans. Pushing two fingers deep into your cunt causing your back arched off the wall and further into Theo's chest.

He was in heaven having you fall apart at his touch. As he pressed against the spongy part inside of you your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling as he repeated the action. As he curled his fingers once more there was a knock at the door, causing his hand to still inside you.

“I know you’re in there, Theodore,” Draco’s tone was teasing. As Theo slipped his fingers from inside you, you grabbed his wrist, guiding his fingers to your tongue and licking them clean of your juices.

Theo couldn’t suppress the soft whimper that left his lips at the sight of your tongue wrapped around his digits, barely noticing the door being opened and a smirking Draco standing in the doorway. “If you two are done being pervs with each other, we’re all in the living room now, it started raining.”

Theo looked from Draco to you, cheeks aflame and mouth agape trying to find a proper response. You gave him another quick wink before placing a chaste kiss to his cheek and following Draco down the hall to meet the others, Theo close on your tail.

#nonny bo bonny #theo nott x reader #theo nott smutt #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x you

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 3 months

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When Shots Align ~Mommy!Ava Coleman xFem Reader

Summary— Reader meets Ava at the club. Ava is having a night out to celebrate her latest single status, and the two of you get to talking, doing shots, and dancing. One thing leads to another… Anon Request— 🥸 “‪34 44 52 Ava Coleman x reader‬” Thanks for the requests! Hope you Enjoy ♥️♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#34. “Is that what’s been bothering you? Oh my, well I’m sure we can fix that.”

#44. “That’s right, grind down on me…”

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, teasing, fingering, eating out (oral sex), mommy kink, alcohol consumption, drunken hookups, under the influence sex, flustering, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

Your eyes wandered across the club, landing on Ava throwing it back on the crowded dance floor, the hype, colorful lights, and loud music of the club creating a certain vibe that her hips just seemed to sway to perfectly. The woman danced effortlessly between the many men and women, and you couldn’t deny that she looked pretty stunning, breathless even.

You were at the bar, throwing back a shot every once in a while, hoping to loosen up some. A couple men had come up to you, but none which caught your interest. Your gaze kept flitting back to the stunning woman, who was working it and starring on the dance floor.

More quickly than you would have liked, the woman’s gaze met yours. She smirked, sending you a wink, before going back to her effortlessly grinding. Your face went red and you quickly looked away, trying too hard to focus on your empty shot glass. Before you had the courage to let your eyes wander back to her, Ava came strutting off the staged dance floor and right up next to you at the bar.

“You been staring at me all night, Shawty, How about you buy me a drink?” The woman confidently asked you.

You could feel her presence next to you, and when you finally got the courage to look over to your right, you saw that the stunning woman was right in front of you. And she was so much more beautiful up front. Her dress hugged her curves in the all the right places. Her make up was on point, accentuating her features and accessories.

“So?” Ava asked with a quirk of an eyebrow and lips at how she had seemingly made you speechless.

But for Ava, that was normal. She made a lot of people speechless. But she seemed to be especially enjoying making you speechless right now. Your mouth and dry and you nearly choked on your own air, as you realized how long you had been staring.

“I— Shit sorry right! Ummm buy you a shot…??” You stammered, still choking a little, but it seemed to transition into an embarrassed laugh as your face deepened in its red shade.

“Alrigh’! I see you girl!!” Ava exclaimed, her face lighting up and accompanied by a dramatic hand gesture, “I’m Ava.”

“Y/N.” You said.

You nodded and laughed the embarrassment off, quickly calling the bartender over and ordering two more shots, hoping that a little more alcohol might loosen you up some more. The shots came and you two pounded them back, before Ava quickly ordered a couple more.

You were surprised but how much time she was spending with you, compared to all her potential dance partners that she was currently leaving on the dance floor. And because you were now four more shots deep into it, your thoughts quickly became speech.

“Hey why are you here…?” You yelled, partially due to the particularly loud, blasting music in the club, but also due to the alcohol affecting your ability to moderate your volume.

“I dumped my boyfriend tonight, found him cheating with some girl…!” Ava told you with a roll of her eyes, “So I thought I’d go out without anyone and have some fun, forget about him, y’know.”

Your face softened lightly as you slowly processed the woman’s words. You placed a hand on hers on the bar.

“I’m sorry!” You exclaimed, also a little too loud, but conveying your true sympathies.

“Nah, it’s good. I’m betta’ off without that dick and his skank.” Ava huffed.

Ava looked in your eyes and for a moment you saw the vulnerability of a woman who was hurt, but within a split second, her eyes flickered and were back to their playful, chaotic fun nature. She pulled her hand away and yelled through the music for more shots from the bartender.

You bit your lip and decided to drop it, taking the next shot as she offered it to you and throwing your head back to swallow the acidic liquid. A couple more rounds of this and then Ava was dragging you to the dance floor. You tried to protest, insist that you weren’t made for dancing, but Ava wouldn’t hear it.

The woman pulled you flush against her front and began shimmying and swaying to the music. Ava could feel your tense nature, her hands held your hips and she guided your body to sway against her with the music. You took a deep breath and let yourself become one with the beat.

“You got it, Shawty. Shake that ass for me…” Ava hyped you up as you started to let go and really dance up against her frame.

By the end of the night, the two of you were grinding against one another, as if you were the only ones on the dance floor. You could feel your cunt thumping and thrumming for attention, more importantly, you were completely enamored by the woman who’d you had been dancing with for hours.

Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end, and when the club closed for the night, you thought that was it. But Ava had other things in mind. She dragged you out of the club by the hand, and pulled you straight into a kiss in the middle of the night and street sidewalk. You gasped, a little shocked and your reactions a little slow due to all the alcohol. But once you gained some footing, you really put yourself into the kiss, and after a couple of minutes, you were both breathless and laughing.

Again you thought that this was it, that the night was over. But then Ava suggested a cab back to your place with an implied we and your heart began pounding in your ears. You quickly nodded, and to hail a cab, both shuffling into the back as you gave your apartment address to the cab driver.

As soon as the final syllable of your address had left your mouth, Ava’s hands were all over you and her lips were back on yours. You moaned lightly into her plump lips, and Ava contently swallowed all your breathy sounds. Her hands were wandering up your thigh as well as crawling up around your shoulder and behind your neck. You hesitated a little on touching Ava, and she sensed it, smirking into the kiss.

Her hand snaked to meet yours, and she guided your one hand to caress her curves, and the other to her breasts. You kneeded her tits and caressed her hard buds with your fingers and palm, making Ava breathily groan into your mouth. You squeezed and rolled your other hand along her curves, about to explore even more when the cab came to a firm stop.

You both pulled away from each other as the cabbie yelled that you had arrived. You flushed in embarrassment, having gotten so caught up in Ava that you hadn’t even realized you were outside your apartment. You swiftly paid the cab driver and then exited the cab, hand in hand with Ava, as she eagerly dragged you to your front doorstop.

You fumbled with your keys and finally managed to unlock the door, immediately pulling Ava in and claiming her lips in another breathless kiss as you closed the door behind the two of you. Suddenly you two were impossibly close, intertwined, just as you were on the dance floor, and you felt a familiar warmth in your stomache that spread and was beginning to pool in your panties.

She was so close to you, but so far at the same time. Suddenly all of your clothes were frustrating barriers to what you wanted, to feel her skin everywhere. Ava seemed to have the same idea, because as you two kissed and made your way down your hallway, Ava’s hands wandered to your dress, tugging at it boldly.

You pulled away from her lips, immediately missing her confident mouth on yours, and you nodded quickly while biting your lip, giving your permission to remove your dress.

“Bedroom… Second door to the left…” you breathed out, before crashing your lips back on hers.

“Alrigh’ I see you, little miss straight to business” Ava hummed teasingly.

She hummed into the kiss, while she guided you backwards through your living room and down the hall, while her fingers ran your dress up your thighs and stomache, having you raise your hands to effectively remove the obstacle, leaving you in your baby blue satin set. You were quick to return the favor, helping the woman remove her neon orange-pink, tight dress. Your eyes widened in hunger and lust as you gazed upon the deep magenta lingerie set that Ava was wearing.

The woman chuckled at your speechlessness, before grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you into your bedroom, not even taking the second to close the door. Ava backed herself up until the back of her knees hit the end of your bed, then letting herself fall rather sexily on the bed, so that she was now spread out on her back, leaning up on her forearms, her intense, dark gaze on you.

Ava crooked a finger at you, telling you to join her. You gulped and tried to stifle the giggle as you practically pounced on top of her and the bed. You failed, a horrendously cute giggle erupting from your chest as you fall flat on your face and into Ava’s chest. You looked at the woman and blushed furiously, tucking the stray hair behind your ear that had gotten loose from over the course of the night.

“You adorable, babygirl.” Ava purred with a chuckle, her hands wandering up your frame, settling you on top to straddle her.

You blushed even deeper, looking away towards the bedside in embarrassment at the praise. But your eyes fluttered back to the woman in a gasp as Ava’s hands found your back and your bra clip. The woman wiggled her eyebrows and in one swift motion, she unclipped your bra and threw it aside. You gasped ratherly loudly as her hands cupped and caressed your freed tits.

And you couldn’t help yourself as the woman teased your tits, beginning to grind down against her body. At first, it was hesitant and sloppy, but the more your cunt fluttered and the second you felt Ava’s mouth on your tits, your grinding became viciously desperate and very intentional.

Ava’s eyes gleamed with lust and dominance, as she released your left, perky bud with a pop!. You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, but were quickly sated as her hands found their purchase firmly on your hips. The woman sat up more, leaning against the headboard as she intently watched you attempt to get off in her lap.

“Damn that right, get it Shawty. grind down on me…” Ava hyped you up with lustful intention, her pupils darkening and growing, as the sight of you unraveling in her lap was one of the hottest things the woman had seen.

You let out a desperate, breathy whimper.

“M-more… please more—!”

Ava smirked and while one hand was guiding you to grind against her lap, the other snaked in between your legs and around your panties, pulling two fingers through your sobbing, soaked core. Her eyes became 100% engulfed into the lust of the moment. Her fingers spread your wetness around your folds and clit, making your shudder, let out another sinful whimper of need, and buck your hips into her hand desperately.

“This what been bothering you…?” Ava chuckled with a teasing and dominating tone, “Im sure gon’ fix that soon, Babygirl.” She lustfully purred, before slipping two digits into your heat.

Your eyes rolled back as her fingers curled inside you, and your hips jerked in rhythmic tandem with the thrusts of her digits.

“Holy shit…! Yessssss God—” you choked out, your body being overcome with pleasure, as the white heat of your impending orgasm began to build in your core.

Ava licked her lips as she watched you unravel on top of her, not relenting in her fingering or hype. She greedily drank in all of your pretty, desperate reactions, as you rutted against the woman’s lap, chasing you orgasm. It didn’t take long for you to approach your impending climax, and pretty soon, you were mewling for more stimulation to cum.

Ava happily obliged, grinding her palm against your clit, effectively sending you over the edge. Your walls and legs clenched around her fingers and frame, as your orgasmic high washed over you. Moans and groans spilled out of you as the woman fucked you up and over your orgasm.

And before you could stop your drunk mouth, something unfortunate came tumbling out,

“Fuck… Mommy!…” you cried out, but within seconds slapping your mouth won’t your hand and gasping.

Your face went very red in embarrassment, stopping all movement, simply frozen in the other woman’s lap. This didn’t stop Ava from fucking you through your high.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You stammered, embarrassingly staring at the now very interesting lamp on your bedside table.

But one last curl of Ava’s fingers, had your eyes rolling and your toes curling, completely forgetting your slip up as your next climax swiftly built in your abdomen. Ava said nothing about the mommy thing, simply working you up and crashing over your second high, which left you heavily panting until you collapsed on top of the woman.

After you’d recovered from your two intense highs, you sat back up and looked at the woman expectantly before speaking,

“Can I return the favor…?” You asked, still breathing shallowly and still with flushed cheeks.

Ava licked her lips again, and opened her legs wide, placing you in between and right in front of her lacy covered pussy. You couldn’t help but stare at the wetness and the smell of her cunt.

“You gon’ stare al’ night or you gon’ eat momma out…?” Ava cooed teasingly and confidently.

Your face flushed a deep red, and you immediately nodded, moving her panties aside and delving straight into the woman’s slick folds.

“Yes mommy…” you moaned, getting the first and proper taste of Ava of the night.

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INFATUATION

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Aegon always had a few things made him genuinely happy, this pretty servant girl was one of them. However, the Gods seem to be eager to make his life miserable, for one day he sees all his future plans ruined by the intervention of others.

Tags/TW: angst, cursing, fluff, soft/brief smut, different social status trope, cheating, mentions of violence, murder, and kidnapping, death threats, betrayal(?

Author's Note: This is a request from my old account, I struggle to write this bc I didn't know how to start it but I finally figured it out. It took me a while but finally I did and here it is!

Word Count: 8.8k

Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

When Aegon met that sweet girl, it was merely accidental. He was in a place where he was not supposed to be and she was spending her night doing tasks she was not supposed to do. It was as if all the stars were perfectly aligned for the both of them to meet. Aegon would later call it destiny.

She was no more than a servant, no more than a lowborn girl who was lucky enough to work in the castle. She had no money, no titles, not even a house nor a family as her mother had passed from a fever a few years ago. She had never seen the world beyond the Red Keep, for she was born and raised there by her mother. There was nothing in her that could, perhaps, call the prince attention in the way that it did.

They were both sixteen when they first met.

It was in the kitchens, quite late at night and passed the owl hour. The servant girl was polishing the plates and the silverware as she suddenly heard a loud noise. Of course she got really scared, especially when so many risks were going around King’s Landing, but her curiosity always took the best of her. With a kitchen knife in her hand, she started to get closer and closer towards the door. Small and stealthy steps until her shaky hand reached the cold door handle.

She did not get the opportunity to open the door as someone else, from the other side, did it first. The knife fell from her hand as she took several steps back, and only then she was able to see who it was.

Prince Aegon walked inside the kitchen without even noticing the presence of the scared maid. The girl watched him from a corner as he wobbled around the room until finding a piece of bread, which he quickly ate, forgetting all his manners and etiquette classes. She was confused, visibly shocked by his presence in the room. She was thinking about what was best, letting him know she was there too or just waiting for him to realize on his own.

He left no time for her to think further as he found her shape in the darkness and stood there, with a half eaten bread in his bruised hand and his lilac eyes fixed on her.

“Who are you?” He dragged his words. She quickly realized he was drunk. “What are you doing here?”

“I- I…”

“Who are you?” He repeated, without even letting her finish.

“I’m y/n.” She swiftly said, picking the knife from the floor and leaving it aside to clean it later. “I’m one of the servants of the kitchen, my Prince…” She explained, doing a small bow.

“Why have I never seen you before?” He asked.

The girl only managed to shrug, not sure what she should answer. Aegon just stood there, staring at her shape, at the way her dirty gown would contour her breasts. Lustful eyes were soon seen in the Prince’s face.

“How old are you?” He asked again.

“Umh… ten-and-six.” She replied, a bit uncomfortable with his stare.

“Same as I.” He let her know for some reason.

He stumbled towards her direction, the piece of bread soon fell onto the floor as he kept getting closer and closer to her. The girl widened her eyes with confusion and disbelief as he did so. She was shaking and nervous, her heart beating fast and unsteady. Her blood was running cold. He was a few inches away now, and the girl was able to sense his scent. He smelled like wine and sweat. It was not pleasing at all, but she did not blame him. He seemed to have had a terrible night.

Aegon stretched his arm to reach for her, or at least that is what she thought in the first place. His hand went straight to the height of her waist as she could see the drunkenness in his eyes. She clenched her jaw once he was close enough to hear her fastened breathing. And just when she thought he would grab her waist, his hand followed its way until it reached a bottle of fine Dornish wine.

She blinked a few times, relieved and confused. A rose blush went to her cheeks when she realized all the inner panic she went through for nothing. She was embarrassed by how her mind had worked in order to make her think that the Prince would be interested enough to get to touch her. It was ridiculous, it made her feel like a fool.

Aegon did not even bother to grab a cup and pour some wine in it, he drank straight from the bottle.

“I can tell you are nervous from my presence.” Aegon spoke with a smug grin on his pale face. “Do not worry about it. You are…” He looked at her from head to toe, as if he was analyzing her body to come up with the perfect word to describe her, “... pretty, but you are not my type.”

The girl frowned, a bit offended perhaps.

“I would definitely fuck you if your tits were bigger.” He muttered.

She blushed with his comment and she instinctively hid her body from his stare, turning his back at him to keep polishing the silverware.

Aegon chuckled, and he left.

The girl thought that was the last time he would come to the kitchens, but she was wrong. He would visit the kitchen late at night every day since then, stealing some bread and some wine as if he was a beggar and not the heir of the Iron Throne. The girl would just bow at him, seeing that he would usually arrive drunk or dizzy with cuts in his face.

She never really paid attention to any of that, the people who worked with her advised her to mind her own business in order to live in peace. Never repeat what you have heard, never ask too many questions and, most importantly, never get involved with them. She obeyed those rules, obviously, trying to stay out of trouble. But when one night Aegon arrived panting and with a deep cut in his forehead, she had to do something about it.

He looked worse than prior nights. His face was paler and sweaty, his eyes covered with dark circles and his lips dried and chapped. Besides the deep cut in his forehead, there were scratches on his face and bruises in his hand. The girl was genuinely worried for his state, especially when she found traces of dried tears in his cheeks.

“My prince…” She said in a gasp. Aegon was barely able to walk, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he collapsed on the floor. She immediately ran towards him, kneeling by his side, “My prince, are you okay? Shall I call a Maester?”

Aegon did not reply, he just whimpered some unintelligible words.

“Just wait here, my prince, I will call the Maester.”

The girl stood up, but before she could step away from him, he grabbed her hand and made her stop. She looked down at him and she was able to perceive the begging in his eyes, she slightly frowned.

“No Maesters…” He said, his voice sounding raspy and low, “Please.”

She only nodded softly, but she still escaped from his weak grip in order to find some clean cloth and cover it with warm water. She kneeled once again when she had a small bowl and the cloth on her hand. She leaned to clean his wounds but before she touched him, she stopped herself.

“May I?” She softly asked. Aegon looked at her, a bit unsure, but he ended up nodding anyway.

He hissed when the cloth was rubbed against his open wounds, they still hurted a lot, but he tried to make it seem as if they did not. The girl was gentle and careful, making sure to remove the dirt and dry blood out of his face. He clenched his jaw, and he was visibly tense. He was not used to receiving such a delicate treatment, and he certainly did not know how to react to it. Aegon would try to look away from her face, a bit embarrassed and shy. He felt as if he was a small boy once again, and he felt an odd sensation of safety in that moment; which was the weirdest thing. He had never interacted with this girl enough to find comfort in her touch, and yet he did.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, “This is not your job.”

She shrugged, still concentrating on cleaning his face. Aegon would notice how she would frown and pressed her lips when she was focused… he thought it was kind of cute.

“But it’s the right thing.” She replied. “I cannot leave you like this, your wounds might get infected.”

“So you’re doing this because you are nice.” He concluded, sighing. He was not going to lie, he was expecting her to ask something in exchange for her kindness.

“Is something wrong with that?”

Aegon shrugged, “I was expecting you to tell me how much gold you wanted, actually.”

The girl laughed before she realized he was actually being serious. He genuinely thought she was doing this to gain something from him, especially when all his gentle interactions with other people had always come with a price… or with conditions.

“I- I would never ask you for gold, my prince.” She said softly, stopping for a moment to see his eyes. “Why would I do that when your family already gave me a place to live?”

Aegon clicked his tongue and shook his head, “it’s just what I thought,” he replied, a bit embarrassed.

The girl smiled softly at him, gently removing what was left of blood in his face. Once it was all done she stood up and helped the prince to stand too. He grabbed her hand, and sat on a chair. His head hurted, and his stomach was growling for food. The girl was quick to realize it as she made him a sandwich and gave him juice instead of wine. Aegon complained at first, but he soon was silenced by himself.

She was being nice, he thought, the least he could do was be grateful to her.

He devoured the sandwich. He had not had food since lunch and his stomach only had wine and cider in it. The girl would look at him with curious eyes, she felt tempted to ask him what had happened, but then she remembered the rules; do not ask too many questions. Do. not. get. involved.

However, Aegon could see the curiosity all over her face. She was not very good at hiding it, not at all.

“They kicked me out of a tavern.” He explained, his mouth filled with the sandwich, “I forgot to take my gold coins with me, and when the owner found out I couldn’t pay him, he beat me up.” He pointed at his face, “I don’t even know how I got here. I thought I was going to be found laying in Flea Bottom.” There was a pause, and he scoffed, “The bastard hit me so fucking hard, he sober me up.”

She saw him smile slightly. It was a sour smile but still. His chubby cheeks made his pale face more tender, and kind… and handsome. The girl quickly tried to erase those intrusive thoughts out of her mind. He was a prince, the heir. She should not be thinking about him in that way. She tried to convince herself that it was a stupid thing, perhaps a silly little crush. She told herself to stop being a fool, and she forbade her mind to think about the prince in that way. It was not proper nor correct.

Sadly, it was impossible to control her thoughts.

The next few days were different, especially because Aegon would speak to her now. He did not ignore her presence any longer, and he would chat with her about small insignificant things. The girl did not mind about this at all, he would never share something private or delicate with her, he would just speak about trivial stuff or silly things such as how good the dornish wine was, or that he would someday fly to Lys to see what the brothels can offer him. Nothing too personal.

She would listen to his rants, smiling, nodding and humming in agreement, never actually speaking too much. She was not going to lie and say that the prince did not intimidate her, he was handsome, and had quite the reputation although he never tried to overstep her limits. Still, there was something in him that made her feel some kind of nervousness in her system whenever he was around.

The girl knew there was a big chance that Aegon did not remember all those nights, because she thought he was drunk in most of them. But he was not.

At first, of course, he was. He would go to the kitchen to eat and try to sober himself up before going to bed so the hangover would not be too harsh. But once he started to talk to her, to speak and spend time in the kitchens with her presence, he stopped getting excessively drunk. He wanted to remember their talks for some reason, even when she barely said a word.

He always wondered why, and one day, after he stopped eating some lemon pastries that she had saved for him, he asked her.

“You are not quite the talker, are you?” He teases, a slight smirk on his face, “Sometimes I feel as if I’m boring you with my words or something.”

She widened her eyes, shaking her head almost immediately. “Oh, no. No, of course not, my prince.”

Aegon scoffed, “I already told you, y/n. Stop calling me prince… I’m Aegon for you.”

She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. She blushed a little before looking at her old shoes and pressing her lips, “it doesn’t feel proper to call you that… I’m just a servant.”

Then he said something that would be tattooed on her mind until the end of her life.

“You’re not just a servant.” He spoke quickly, “You’re my friend.”

The girl looked so impressed that the words seemed to be unable to find their way out of her mouth. Her eyes reflected the shock his words brought to her mind, she stood still while her heart was beating fast and a weird sensation was installed in her gut. She tried her best to make her chest move calmly and steady. She did not know what was happening with her body and why his words made such an impact on her.

Aegon chuckled, he clearly had noticed her body tensed, “What?” He said, teasingly, with that smug grin that made him look so deadly handsome, “If you don’t want to be my friend, you can just tell me.”

The girl shook her head, “N-no…” Her voice came out thin and shaky. She cursed herself for it, “it’s not that… it took me by surprise, that’s all.”

“Why?” He quickly asked, genuinely curious.

“Well… uh,” she started dubiously, “I never thought you would consider me a friend, actually.”

He frowned, “Why the fuck would I not?” he said, as if he was offended by her presumption. “You feed me, you listen to me without complaining, you make me laugh sometimes when you decide to open your mouth, you take care of my wounds…” He stopped himself, thinking about the long list of things she had done for him. “Of course you’re my friend, y/n. I would actually say that you are my only friend in this whole shithole.”

She could not help but blush. Her eyes glistening and her mind going fuzzy with intrusive thoughts.

“You are my friend.” He continued for the last time.

And he smiled. A genuine smile that made her heart burst with an unbeknownst feeling.

The years passed, and they were no longer children. Aegon married Helaena, and was now the father of two twins, with another babe on the way. The girl was in the wedding, not as a guest but as the responsible to serve the desserts on the enormous feast that was held in the honor of the new couple. She remembers that night, which was the first night Aegon was not able to visit her in the kitchen because he was bedding his new wife. She cried herself to sleep without even knowing why.

Her eyes were puffy, red and sore the next morning. She excused herself saying it was allergies to the pollen; it was mid-spring.

The years had only made their relationship become closer. Now they were both twenty and she knew she had fallen in love with him… she would just deny it to herself in order to cope with her feelings. To bear the weight of guilt she felt because she did everything she was not supposed to do in the first place. But how could she have avoided it in the first place? Aegon needed someone, and she was there… at the right place, at the right time. She did not choose this, why would she? She knew the consequences of her feelings, she knew that they would never be reciprocated by him.

Now, not only was he a prince, but he was a married man and a father.

She knew the truth; he had told her way before the wedding on one of those nights when they met in secret. He was doing it out of duty, he had no desire or carnal love for his sister at all, and those words made her feel better.

Their friendship remained a secret as a request from her. She was scared that they would kick her out of the castle if they found out about it, and she did not have any other place to go. Her whole life she has been living in the Red Keep, she did not have anything else.

“No one would kick you out if I said otherwise.” Aegon had said to her, “I swear it!”

The girl shook her head, “I don’t want to take risks, Aegon… please, just do this for me.”

And he did. He was unable to say no to her.

Now they would spend long nights together. Talking and laughing in silence as the rest of the castle sleeps. They took advantage of those nights since it was the only time they could actually spend together, by themselves. Even when there was time when she was present during small feasts, sharing small stares and smiles with Aegon, that was not enough for either of them. They would always go and gather in their safe place.

No one suspected them, until one night.

Aegon went to the kitchens as usual after waiting for the hour of the owl in his room with a small cup of wine. He left his chambers by the secret passage as he usually did and went to the kitchens where he knew she was waiting for him.

There she was. So busy kneading some dough to even notice his presence in the room. Aegon smiled as he saw her, wanting to scare her or prank her… but then he stopped himself to look at her.

And then he saw her. He truly saw her.

Her panting as she struggled to knead the dough –he inferred she has been doing it for a while now–, her face covered with small stains of flour as her hair was inside a kind of hair net. Aegon felt something odd growing inside of him, something that made him feel comfortable but nervous at the same time. It was a weird feeling, something that was quite unknown for him, but that for some reason it felt right.

Her brow was furrowed, she was concentrating on what she was doing and she looked adorable. Anyone who would see her would think she was angry or mad, but Aegon knew her already. She was probably thinking about something else while doing her job, her body was here but her mind was somewhere else.

And he was right. She was actually thinking about him, she barely realized he was standing in the same room as her, for her mind was far away from that place. All the movement her body was doing was muscle memory, she was in automatic pilot while she was lost in her thoughts thinking about Aegon's laughter, and how it made her feel last night. She, of course, knew what all these feelings were about, but she tried to make them go away. She was not stupid enough to believe that she ever would have a chance with Aegon; he was a prince, the literal heir to the iron throne, and she was a mere servant, who hardly ever left the kitchen only to go to the dining hall.

She knew nothing about the world where she was living.

They both stood there in the kitchen with two different sets of minds. While the girl has not yet acknowledged Aegon's presence, Aegon had all his attention on her.

He stared at her as if there was nothing else left to see in the world. Her beauty was just now showing for him as he looked at the shape of her lips and wished to know what would it feel to kiss her, to hold her close, to caress her soft skin. He scared himself with those intrusive thoughts as he had never thought that way about anyone. There was a moment there where Aegon asked himself whether she had put a spell on him, because the need to touch her, and to be close to her was starting to feel overwhelming.

It wasn't until particles of the flour reached Aegon's nose, making him sneeze, that they both woke up from their daydreaming and looked at each other with widened eyes. Aegon realized how intensely he was looking at her, and she realized he was standing in front of her all this time.

"Aegon..." She says surprised, "How... How long have you been standing there?"

"A while." He simply answered, a small smile on his face. "You have flour in your face."

She widened her eyes and giggled shyly as she grabbed a small kitchen cloth to carelessly wipe her face. She was a bit rough, and Aegon quickly went to her side to grab the cloth in her hand.

"Don't be so rough with yourself" He told her before he started wiping what was left.

He did it so gently and softly, that even he was surprised to find himself doing such a delicate gesture. The girl froze in her place as her heart beated faster and faster with each passing second. Her skin would tickle in every part he would touch, his trace left tiny marks that went straight to her heart and made her melt. It was such an innocent action, and yet it felt so intimate for both of them.

She would have said something. She would have told him how much she loved the way his eyes sparkle in the dim light of the candles. She would have told him how bad she wanted to tangle her fingers in his silver hair. She would have told him the immense urge she felt to kiss him... but she didn't. She did not have the chance to do so.

The door of the kitchen was opened in a sudden move and an old woman that Aegon had never seen before walked inside the room. The girl took a few steps back almost immediately, and their moment was soon forgotten and ruined. The old lady looked at Aegon with surprise in her wrinkled face and she bowed swiftly at him. The girl nervously drove her attention back to the dough in front of her and her hands were digging in it once again. Her cheeks red, her eyes glistening, and her heart pounding fast.

"Prince Aegon, you shall not be here..." The old lady said. The girl felt her heart ache at her words, as if the realization of the different social status between them was just hitting her mind, waking her up from her silly fantasy.

The old lady was Imelda. The oldest of all of the servants that work in the kitchen. She was the one in charge of all of them, as she has been working in the Red Keep since the reign of the Old King Jaehaerys. Imelda was a stern old woman, grumpy and strict, and with just one side look, the girl knew that the old woman knew about what was going on between Aegon and her.

"This is no place for a Prince." Imelda said.

Aegon scoffed, annoyed. "And who are you to tell me where my place is?" He spoke harshly.

Imelda looked at the girl, and then at the Prince, who was visibly bothered with her presence. The old woman looked at her feet.

"I did not mean to offend you in any way, my Prince." Imelda said in a low tone, sounding almost embarrassed, "I beg for your pardon if that is the case."

Aegon quickly took his eyes off of the grumpy lady to put them in the sweet girl in front of him. She was visibly nervous, her hands were shaking for she knew she was in trouble now. The stern look on Imelda's face was burning in her face. Aegon tried to do something to get her out of the situation that he put her in.

"I'll be in my chambers." He spoke. His tone was different, less soft and gentle. It was demanding, he was not speaking to her, he was giving her an order. She immediately knew what he was trying to do. “Do not take long, I don’t have the patience to wait for my meal the whole night.”

And then he left. The girl immediately went to grab some fruit, using the first thing she saw to prepare something for him. She was improvising, her hands still shaking as she cut apples, strawberries and pineapples. Imelda was staring at her sternly, with a serious grin that would threaten anyone who is brave enough to see it.

It was the first time they had been caught in almost four years of their friendship. She wondered why Imelda was there in the first place, because she was usually soundly sleeping at this hour.

“You shall not allow the prince to be here.” Imelda ordered.

She accommodated the fruit in a small bowl and the bowl in a silver platter.

“I don’t think I should be giving orders to the prince, Imelda.” She spoke softly, evading her stare. “If the prince desires to be here, I cannot kick him out.”

She put a cup and a bottle of wine in the silver platter along with the bowl of fruit that she quickly cut into small pieces. She picked it up with a napkin made out of fabric and started to walk towards the door. She was about to leave when Imelda grabbed her arm in a firm and painful grip. She gasped out of impression and turned around to see her with widened eyes.

"Imelda-"

"What do you think you are doing?" She asks bitterly, furrowing her already wrinkled forehead. "Drooling behind the prince's back as if you were some kind of whore..."

She clenched her jaw after hearing her words. Offended and hurt by the nature of them. The girl couldn't believe what she was hearing, the old lady's harsh words ripping through her heart as sharp as a dagger. She has never spoken to her that way before. No one has ever done so.

"I don't know what you're implying..." She whispers, nervously.

The old lady pressed her lips and looked at her.

"Yes, you do." Imelda said before letting her go.

The girl took a deep, shaky breath before walking outside the kitchens to go to Aegon’s chambers. Her lips were quivering, her eyes tearing up as she bit her lip and tried not to sob in the gloomy empty hallways of the Red Keep.

Once she arrived at Aegon's chambers, she spoke to him for a few minutes before she thought it was time to go back in case Imelda was waiting for her to return. Aegon did not ask her for the drying tears on her cheeks or the reason why her nose was reddish… he just caressed her hair for the last time before kissing her forehead and letting her go.

The next morning things started to get complicated. Ser Criston walked into his room to announce the Hand and the Queen were expecting his presence in the Hand’s quarters. Aegon groaned because he was awakened during a beautiful dream that had that pretty girl as its main character. And yet, he got up from his comfortable bed and got dressed up.

He walked reluctantly and lazily towards the place his grandsire and his mother would be waiting for him. Ser Criston was walking behind his back, escorting him to make sure he did not run away before arriving at his sire’s chambers.

Once he was getting closer, he saw the old lady walking to the opposite way, as if she was just leaving the room. Aegon frowned, and immediately a weird feeling was placed on his chest. He followed the only lady with his stare until she turned in a corner and faded out of his sight. Aegon clenched his jaw, and walked inside the room.

“Take a seat, Aegon.” His mother told him, he reluctantly did as she asked, still thinking of the old lady whose name he could not recall.

“What is it?” He asked impatiently, “Tell me already.”

“So you know why you are here.” Otto stepped in the conversation.

Aegon shrugged, “I might have an idea.”

Alicent looked at Otto, and she nodded softly, as if she was giving him the permission to begin the conversation without delaying it further.

“We’ve heard about some rumors-”

“So all of this is because of what an old wench said?” He interrupted him.

Alicent closed her eyes and then looked down at the floor, as if his words had just confirmed what the rumors said. Aegon knew he fucked up by just seeing his mother’s reaction.

"So it is true." Otto said, a bitter grin on his face. Alicent sighed, "You are involved with that servant girl."

"Whatever I do in my leisure time is not of your concern." Aegon replied immediately, "It does not matter who I talk to-"

"It does, Aegon." Alicent interrupted, "Helaena is your wife, the mother of your children... you must respect her."

"I do respect her."

"By having an affair with a low born?" His mother accused him, her eyes looking at him as if she was accusing him of something, "I was kind enough to allow you to sleep with whores and maids... I gave you that freedom because you are a man. But this... this seems more intimate than any other relationship you may have had in the past and I cannot allow this."

"An affair?" He asked, a bit offended, "What did the old wrench tell you?"

"That she found you and this lady in a compromising position in the kitchens... and that you've been seeing her for a while now." Otto said.

"She's my friend." Aegon said.

"How long has this been going on?” Alicent asked, her tone stern and firm.

“A while.” Aegon replied without second thoughts.

“A while?” Otto repeated, frowning. “How long?”

“Does it matter?”

“Aegon, answer the question.” Alicent demanded.

He clenched his jaw and clicked his tongue, his eyes almost rolling with annoyance before he responded, “A few years… four, perhaps, I don’t know.”

“Gods…” Alicent muttered, “This is unbelievable.”

“What are your intentions with that girl?” Otto asked, “Did you bed her already? Are you paying for her services?”

“She’s not a whore.” Aegon spat with rage. How dare he speak so poorly of her? “I will not allow you to speak about her in that way.”

“It seems as if you are fond of this girl, aren’t you?” The old man spoke again. His voice was already making Aegon angrier. “Whatever is the origin of this infatuation, it must end now. Helaena is your wife, and having this kind of relationship with a low born is hugely offensive for her and for your children.”

“She is my friend.” Aegon repeated, “I will not stop this just because a bitter old lady is spilling rumors about me.”

“Are they truly just rumors, Aegon?” Alicent stepped in, her voice softer than Otto’s but still being stern and firm, “Can you look me in the eye and swear to me that you do not have feelings for this girl?”

Aegon did not say anything, he just looked at his mother with an indescribable look in his conflicted face. He was uncertain of his feelings, he did not know how to identify them… however, he knew that everytime he would spend the night with her company he felt better, he knew that her soft smile always brings him comfort, and he knew for sure that the girl was certainly the only person in the world that truly knows him.

But that does not mean he had fallen for her, does it?

“This is bullshit.” Aegon muttered, trying to avoid the question. Alicent sighed, but there was a pitiful look on her face. It seemed as if she was able to read through him, and see what his true feelings were.

Before the conversation went any further, a guard walked inside the room. He claimed that the king had asked for the presence of his wife in his chambers urgently; Alicent had no other choice but to leave. Aegon was left behind with the unpleasant company of his grandsire, the hand.

“Shall I go now?” Aegon asked.

“I’ll give you a choice, Aegon.” Otto started, completely ignoring the question of the young prince. “Stop seeing this servant girl and everything will be fine for her; she will keep her position in the kitchens, she will be safe with a roof over her head-”

“And what if I don’t?” He interrupted him, daringly, not letting himself look intimidated by him.

Otto pressed his lips in a thin line, trying to suppress a sigh. He looked disappointed, as if that was not the answer he was expecting.

“The consequences will be… harmful. Not for you, but for her.”

“Is that a threat?”

Otto shook his head, “No.” He spoke softly, “It’s a warning.”

Aegon left the room with a challenging smirk, but the words of his grandsire were spinning around his mind during the whole day. He tried to make it seem as if he was not scared by his words, but in reality he was frightened. The safety of his beloved was at risk, and the fact something bad might happen to her because of his actions was killing him inside.

He did not go to the kitchens that night… or the next day, or the next week.

He isolated himself from her because he thought it was the right thing to do. He even thought that the distance he had imposed between them was going to help him to forget about the new feelings that were starting to flourish inside of him. Sadly, it did not. It only made him more desperate to be with her.

She has become his new drug. The wine was not enough to get her out of his mind during those agonizing days when he forced himself to be away from her. He was craving her, his whole body would ache with her absence… until he could not bear it anymore.

Aegon left his chamber late at night, ignoring the questions of the guard outside his door and almost running towards the servants' dorms. His legs were working out of muscle memory, for his mind was only thinking of her.

The girl widened her eyes as Aegon stumped in her room. It was so odd to see him there, usually he would never cross the kitchen’s towards the dorms. She stood from her bed in one jump, and Aegon’s breath was caught in his throat as he saw her. Her light-blue nightgown was contouring her shape so beautifully that Aegon felt weak in the knees. It was the first time he had seen her in that state, with her hair exposed without that ugly piece of fabric covering it and without the dirty attires she was forced to use.

And gods, she was such a sight.

“Aegon…” She spoke first, breaking the silence. “What in the seven hells are you doing here? Imelda can see you-”

“I don’t give a shit about that old wench.” Aegon quickly said, “I haven’t been able to visit you because she told my mother about… us.”

Her face went pale as his words left his mouth, the girl took a sharp breath, “What?”

“My mother and Otto spoke with me about it, they know.”

“So that’s why the Hand asked for me the other day…” She said softly, as if she had just connected the dots inside her head.

Aegon panicked, “What? Why? What did he say to you?”

“It was quite odd, he wanted to speak to me about an upcoming feast… I don’t know why he would choose to speak about those matters with me, I’m not even in charge.”

“He wanted to see your face… I don’t know how he got your name, I never told him.” The despair in his voice was quite obvious for her.

“Is something wrong?” She asks softly, her voice being so comforting for Aegon. He looked at her, and she immediately had an idea of what might have happened. She tilted her head as she pressed her lips in a thin line, “He threatened me, didn’t he?”

Aegon nodded slowly, and he took a few steps closer to her in order to cup her face; softly and gently. That mere action brought butterflies to her gut, and a rose blush to her cheeks.

“I will never let him hurt you.” He spoke firmly, “I promise you.”

“I know…” She whispered, so softly that he was barely able to hear, “Friends are supposed to protect each other, right?”

He slightly smiled at her, his hand still cupping her face as their eyes did not dare to look anything else but her. Her eyes, he flushed cheeks, her nose, her lips. The girl felt safe, suddenly all the messy situations with Imelda and Otto were long forgotten thanks to his touch and his soft look in his face.

But then, something changed in his eyes, something was different. His softened stare was showing something else, something strange. An emotion that she could not quite identify. His smile suddenly disappeared, as if something had taken over him, as if he had just had an epiphany right there in that place. He pauses, she could feel that he even stopped breathing for a second, she saw the small turmoil crossing his eyes as she stared at her.

Then he pronounced in a whisper, barely audible.

"You're my best friend..."

She saw it; the look in his eyes, the way his cheeks seemed to be tainted with a soft pink shade. The way his words slipped out of his mouth with so much care. She knew it immediately, she could feel it in the silence that came after his words, she could feel it in his loving touch.

They were in love.

She took a deep breath before doing the bravest thing she had ever done... she pressed her lips against his. At first it was soft, a mere touch that was scared of being rejected, a soft brush against his lips. But Aegon had waited for it for a long time, and he tightened the grip on her cheeks just enough to pull her closer to him and properly kiss her.

Her lips were so soft, so delicate and gentle. His lips were dried, a bit chapped too, and she could sense a slight flavor of wine in his mouth as he slowly tried to slip his tongue between her lips. She accepted it immediately, grabbing his shirt between her fists. Her lips moving against his in an almost perfect synchronization that made the both of them drool for each other.

It was gentle, careful and slow. They were tasting each other without hurry, seizing the moment that they had been waiting for so long without even realizing. It felt so perfect, so right, so good. It was amazing, they both felt amazing.

Soon their bodies started to crave for more, and their clothing started to disappear. Aegon’s hands were not able to stay still, he felt the desperate need to touch every single inch of her skin. He needed to feel every curve, every scar, every tiny detail drawn on her. He needed to feel his hands burn with her warm skin.

She was sighing, breathing heavily as Aegon was claiming her body with soft kisses. Her eyes closed but her mouth slightly open as soft murmurs left her lips. He kissed every part of her; her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and he took his time when he kissed between her legs. She had to bite the back of her hand to not moan out loud, for the pleasure he was giving her was too much for her to handle. She was sure she saw stars.

When Aegon decided it was time to move onto the next part, they were both panting already, filled with lust and love for each other as they stared at their eyes with soft smiles drawn on their flustered faces. Aegon placed himself between her legs and slowly pushed himself inside of her. Her face contracting out of pain and pleasure was a sight that Aegon would never forget, it was probably the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed.

He moved slowly after letting her adapt to his size, bucking his hips slow but deep. He kissed her, devouring her lips as a starve man as he would moan against her. The girl was breathing fast, so overwhelmed with what was going on that she was barely able to think about anything that was beyond that tiny room. Aegon would look at her face, at her burning cheeks and teary eyes, and his heart would beat fast.

He knew right there at that moment that his grandsire was wrong. This was not an infatuation, this was pure love. He was in love.

His face was soon buried on the crook of her neck as his thrust remained slow, but turned harder and deeper. They were trying so hard not to be too loud, but it was too much. Aegon was whimpering against her skin as she was softly whining. They were lucky that the castle had thick walls.

When they finished, they were out of breath. Their skin was sweaty and burning, and the bed was a mess. They kissed once more, still letting soft moans leave their lips as they did so. They were tangled with each other, not wanting to let go of their grip.

There was a moment of silence, only their fastened breathing was heard. Their foreheads were pressed against each other as their eyes were still closed.

“I’m scared of losing you.” He mumbled, “I love you so much.”

His words made her eyes flutter open. He leaned back a few inches to see her face and caressed her sweet features. She was so beautiful.

“I love you too, Aegon…” She answered shyly, with a small smile on her face.

He took a deep breath and spoke again, “Do you love me enough to escape with me?”

Her heart sank and her breathing, which was starting to become steady, fastened again. Aegon rubbed his nose against hers and pledge,

“We can take Sunfyre and leave this place… we can be happy together, I know that.”

“But-”

“I already have an heir.” He answered before she could ask the question, “When my father dies my place will be given to Jaehaerys, I know Aemond will be there to guide him and teach him everything he needs to be a good king… He is better than me in that aspect.”

“They will find us…” She said, hesitantly. Aegon was sounding too convincing.

“I’ll make sure they don’t.” He reassured her, “Do you trust me?”

The girl did not even hesitate to nod.

“Then believe me when I say that I would never let something bad happen to you… Never.”

Her soft eyes looked at him with illusion and hope, Aegon’s eyes were looking back at her with the same stare. They were imagining a life away from the prejudice of people, a new life in a place that would let them be free to love in their own way. It sounded too good to be true, but there was a big chance that it might actually become their reality.

She accepted, kissing his lips one more time.

The plan was simple; go to the Dragonpit and wait for him there. The girl had gathered her belongings –that were not much– and left the Red Keep a few minutes after the hour of the owl. She wandered in the crowded streets of King’s Landing all the way towards Rhaenys’ Hill. Long minutes later, she arrived… but Aegon was nowhere to be seen yet.

It was cold. The breeze would cause shivers in her arms as she tried to hug herself to make it go away. She was hiding in a corner near the main stairs of the Dragon Pit, it was dark, freezing, but her heart was filled with warmth as she knew it was the beginning of her story with Aegon by her side.

The girl looked around, the hood covering most of her face and clothing as she awaited for her lover to arrive. She was nervous, excited, but mostly content. She never thought someone like Aegon would ever lay his eyes on her, least to say his heart. But now there she was, a few minutes away from happiness.

But the Gods are usually known for being cruel on that side of Westeros. So many tragedies succumbed to the Targaryens and those who surrounded them that Historians may as well write a book full of them.

She had been waiting for a while now, and Aegon was still not even close to appearing. She thought about walking back to the Red Keep, but then the sound of metal armor coming her way made her freeze. She tried to hide in some dark corner, to be quiet and still so they would not see her. But they eventually did.

The guards treated in horrible ways, pushing her and accidentally ripping her clothing, making her freeze with the coldness of the dark night. She whimpered in pain when they dragged her out of her hiding spot, her whines and screams were the only thing that was heard in that part of the city… and yet no one helped her.

She prayed to the Gods, begging for Aegon to show up and save her as her prince in shiny armor, but he never did. Eventually, the girl started to cry out of her broken heart, for she thought Aegon had lied to her… that he had tricked her into this to get rid of her. And even though she tried to not think about that being a possibility, it was merely impossible.

The girl was last seen being carried away from the Dragon Pit, at least ten guards surrounding her as she was dragged. “Take me to Prince Aegon!” She yelled, almost ripping her throat apart while the tears would stream down her face without control, “Prince Aegon knows me! Take me to him!” But the guards only scoffed at her words, convinced that they were lies.

They took her away from the castle, away from King’s Landing, away from Aegon.

On the Red Keep, at the same time, Aegon was fighting with another group of guards commanded by his grandsire, Otto. The instructions were quite clear, ‘do not let the Prince outside the castle’. Aegon was desperate, crying and pushing the guards with all his strength, but there was no good outcome from his actions as it only appeared to weaken him even more.

His heart was filled with worry, knowing that a cruel fate awaited his lover if they ever found her in the Dragon Pit… A servant in that place would only mean she was trying to steal the Dragon Eggs; perhaps someone that tried to do what Elissa Farman did with Rhaena Targaryen many years before.

But Aegon knew the truth, and no matter how loud he would scream it, the guards would refuse to listen. It was as if his words would fade in the wind before reaching their ears.

It wasn’t until his grandsire appeared in the room that he was able to calm down his hysteria only to replace it with pure rage. His eyes were shooting daggers, they were black at that point… there was no trace of the lilac tone that his lover used to adore. He was consumed by his own disgrace as he knew what it meant Otto’s presence in the room.

He knew.

“What did you do to her?!” He asked, desperately, clenching his jaw and fuming as he spoke, “What did you do?!”

Otto seemed to be unbothered by his anger, he even looked pleased. Aegon was tearing up again, making fists with his shaky hand while his breathing became too unsteady. He was almost shaking in his place.

“I warned you, Aegon.” Otto spoke, a tired look on his face, “I gave the chance to keep her safe, and you did not take it.”

“You had no right-”

“I did what I had to do for the good of the realm, my prince.” He spoke slowly, with that entitled tone that made Aegon lose his mind. “She was a threat for you-”

“What did you do?!” He repeated, his voice getting raspier, louder and thicker.

“She is gone.” He said plainly.

“Where?” Aegon asked desperately as his grandsire ignored him.

“The King has passed in his sleep. Tomorrow at midday you will be crowned as the new King of the Seven Kingdoms,” He explained, Aegon was sobbing, rubbing his face with his hands as an act of despair, “behave yourself until then.”

“Tell me where she is!” He commanded, not even caring about the news. He barely heard them, for his mind was fuzzy and he was not able to see beyond his own worry and distress, “I’m your future King, you will tell me where she is!”

“The whereabouts of your mistress are not of your concern anymore. You must focus on your kingdom and your queen from this day forward, enough with your antics.”

“I swear it, I’m going to kill you…” He spat with rage. Otto still seemed unbothered, which made Aegon feel even worse.

He felt as if no one cared about him, and perhaps he was right. Just the mere fact that his own grandsire had conspired to take away from him the only thing that has ever made him happy was enough proof of that. It was a punishment from the Gods, Aegon thought one night afterwards, a punishment for being so cruel with other servants in the Red Keep, for being careless and improper. But even for him, that punishment was too much.

Aegon never heard of her again. He never knew what her fate was, whether she was alive or not will become a constant question in his life.

It was as if she vanished in the air. He tried to look for her, sending spies and guards to search for her all over Westeros and Essos, including the most recondite place in the world and the ruins of Old Valyria… but there was no sight of her.

His heart never healed. His heart will always ache for her, for her gentle touch and her sweet voice. He will never forget the way she would make him feel, so loved and good. Aegon knew that no one, in this life or another, will ever make him feel that way again.

She was everything for him, and now that they took her he had nothing left. Nothing but memories and a cruel pain in his chest.

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Intimidated

word count: 6,800

pairing: spencer reid x reader (romantic) / penelope garcia x reader (platonic)

reader's pronouns: she/her

warnings: none that I can think of

summary: you end up on the very same team as the person you looked up to all throughout school and your friend, Penelope, is there to help you talk to him

author's note: I have one word: FINALLY! I am so sorry this fic took me 2 months to write. I was dealing with some serious writer's block and personal life things. Then, tickletober came around and I was doing that too, so I just had so many things to do and not enough time to do it. But it's here and and I'm pretty happy with it. thank you anon for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!

You’d almost collapsed when Penelope had given you the news. You were in your kitchen making breakfast when your perky-voiced friend called you.

“HE SAID YES!” Garcia shouted through the speaker before you even had the chance to say hello. You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the volume of her voice.

“Alright, first of all, it’s 8 o’clock in the morning. How are you that excited at 8 o’clock in the morning? And secondly, you’re gonna have to elaborate - my brain doesn’t work before I’ve had coffee,” You explained, placing the cellphone in between your head and shoulder as you flipped your eggs.

“Hotch! He said yes!”

You lifted your breakfast out of the pan and onto your plate. “…To what?”

Penelope giggled through a sigh. “To you being my assistant. He’s giving you the job!”

You set your glass plate down with a clunk onto the kitchen counter, steadying yourself before your knees buckled beneath you. Quickly, you yanked your phone from in between your ear and shoulder, placing Garcia on speaker.

“You’re kidding!”

“Oh-ho, I would not kid about this, my friend. You and I are about to become the nation’s greatest technical analysts.”

You smiled at that. “I’m pretty sure you already had that title before I got the job,” You jested, pacing the room just to have something to do. “God, I can’t believe he said yes! I-I’m just someone who works in IT, like, what makes me so special?”

“He probably thinks you’re good for me or something. Someone to reel me in when I become too much, but little does Mr. Boss Man know that I’m the one corrupting you.”

Silence overcame the two of you for a moment. You had to think about everything that had led up to this moment. Your perseverance through school and the program. The budding friendship between you and Penelope after a run in at the coffee cart. It seemed surreal how the stars aligned perfectly for this to happen.

“And…” Penelope drawled out after you’d been too quiet for too long, “…because you’re smart and deserve this job. The title may be assistant, but you’ll be treated as my equal.”

“Ha, that’ll be the day,” You let out a deft chuckle, reaching for your phone and plate to finally sit at your kitchen table. “I’m just thankful enough Hotch sees me as valuable enough to help you—help them catch criminals.”

“You’ve always been worthy enough. Your talents have just been wasted in fixing computers rather than helping me hack them.”

You kindly thanked her for the exciting news, telling her you could wait to start. A few days later, you found yourself walking into the infamous bullpen with Penelope by your side. You’d been in there only once before—having to fix an Agent’s computer—but the BAU had been gone on a case, so it was mostly empty when you were there.

The first thing you notice was how noisy it was. It definitely hadn’t been what you were expecting. For some reason, you thought the room would be filled with silence—only the clacking of keyboards and filing away papers to be heard.

No, the bullpen was rambunctious. Agents were having normal conversations. A laugh or two could be heard from the corner. It seemed out of character for a bunch of FBI agents.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared yourself for your introduction. You’d always been shy growing up and even as you got older, meeting new people never became easier. Not until you met Penelope. She had this way of helping you open up, so you supposed meeting her friends would be no different.

“Relax, they’ll love you,” Garcia muttered under her breath just loud enough for you to hear. You hummed a quiet, “Mhm,” back in response, plastering on a sweet smile as you walked up to a couple of other women.

“Emily! JJ! This is Y/N. She’ll be joining the team as my co-analyst,” Penelope gestured to you as you shot your hand out to shake their hands.

“Uh, assistant, actually. I wouldn’t put myself on her level quite yet,” You corrected, smiling shyly. Emily firmly took your hand into hers as you finished with JJ, giving you a bright and toothy grin back.

“Well, I’m sure you’re a genius if you were hired for that job,” She said.

“Seriously!” Penelope nudged your shoulder. “It’s not like I’m asking you to fetch me coffee. I told you that we’re equals.”

“Having two Garcia’s might mean we can catch the killers faster. I like it,” JJ chimed in, raising her cup of coffee to you. “Glad to have you joining us.”

“Aw, a party? And no one invited me?” A gruff voice sounded from behind the group. The four of you spun around to put a face to the voice. He had a smug smirk gracing his features as he stood with his arms out to his sides. “To think I was starting to feel at home around here.”

“Shut it, newbie,” Garcia shot back. You knew exactly who it was without her having to introduce him to you. Garcia often spent late nights on the phone with you, rambling on about something annoying this so-called ‘newbie’ had done or said. You smirked, holding out your hand.

“Ah, so this is the infamous newbie,” You drawled out. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Everything accept your actual name.”

You caught Penelope rolling her eyes, causing a small snicker to come from your lips.

“All good things, I hope. Luke Alvez.”

“Y/N,” You responded. “And no, according to this one over here, you’re… wait, how did you put it?” You turned to Penelope, feigning forgetfulness. “Oh, yeah! You have a way of making her coffee taste bitter just by opening your mouth.”

Giggles from Emily and JJ came from behind you as Garcia scoffed. “Half of what comes out of his mouth is unnecessary, anyway.”

Luke brought a hand to his chest and groaned. “Ooh, words hurt, Garcia.”

The entire group laughed, sans Penelope, who only rolled her eyes for the second time. You knew better than to think she didn’t like him even a little bit. She talked about him too much not to.

As the 5 of you conversed about your new role with the team, your attention was caught by a tall, scrawny man making his way through the glass doors. You knew exactly who he was and since Garcia had spoken to you about this job, you’d been nervous to meet him.

Spencer Reid had been someone you admired for years—work-wise. His thesis was exceptional and carried you through school and all the way to this program. He was basically the entire reason you started working at Quantico.

Now, as your gaze fell to his face and his physique, maybe your longing to meet him had more to do with your admiration for his talented brain. His light-brown hair was tussled, but still neat, and he walked with poise over to where everyone was standing and chatting.

He locked eyes with you, the slightest smile tugging at his lips, which in turn caused your cheeks to tinge pink. Your eyes averted to floor just as he joined the group.

“Ooh! Spencer!” Penelope shouted with a bit too much excitement for 8 in the morning. She stepped aside to make room for him and nodded to you. “This is Y/N. She’s—”

“Your co-analyst, yeah. Hotch mentioned that yesterday,” Spencer interrupted. His knowledge of you came as a shock, your head snapping up to look at him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You knew about his unwillingness to shake hands—completely valid, you thought—and shyly waved at him. “You, as well.”

“Okay, okay, wait! You have to tell us how you and Garcia met and became friends,” Emily said excitingly as she gripped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to the whole group. You begrudgingly ripped your eyes away from Spencer as you retold the story of how you spilled boiling hot coffee all over Penelope, laughing as everyone chimed in with their own tales of misfortune with her.

Every once in a while, your eyes would flit over to Spencer, taking in his sculpted jawline and the way he chuckled at a few of the comments. By the fourth or fifth time you glanced over, you noticed that he was looking at you, too. Again, you blushed as you made eye contact and again, you looked away immediately.

By then, your mind had started reeling. Did he think you were weird for staring? Did he think you dressed funny? Was he looking at you because he caught you staring at him first or did he gaze over by his own accord?

Too many possibilities and none of them satisfied you. You figured the only way to get you out of your head for the moment was to completely evacuate the situation.

Just as JJ finished her recounting of a story, you spoke up. “Well, it was so nice to meet you all and I can’t wait to work alongside you, but I need to speak to Agent Hotchner,” You smiled at the group right before turning to Garcia. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

As you shuffled away, you let out a deep sigh of relief. You’d barely realized you had been holding your breath back there, but standing next to someone you admired for years and who was now your coworker was life-altering.

You were going to have to learn how to be normal around him eventually, but it was going to take time. A lot of time.

***

A week had come and gone since your first day, a sense of pride coursing through your veins knowing that you assisted Penelope and the team in arresting a murderous tyrant in Austin, Texas. It was a high you were still riding on; you ultimately being the one to tell the team where the killer had been residing.

Everyone congratulated you once they got back and officially welcomed you to the BAU. Even Hotch shook your hand, telling you how extraordinary you did under pressure.

Spencer waltzed through the glass doors behind the rest of them, smiling at you slightly as you locked eyes.

“That was impressive for your first case,” He stated matter-of-factly. “You’re very talented.” He stopped directly in front of you and your entire being froze.

His height, among many other things, was flustering. You peered up at him, face on fire at his words of affirmation, and immediately refocused your gaze back to your hands.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” You replied back through a volume not too much louder than a whisper. Spencer took notice of your shyness, knowing that he had a similar issue, and left it at that. He walked by you without another word.

Once he was out of your line of sight, you felt this odd sense of remorse. Remorse for the conversation that could have been had you not completely shut down. You scolded yourself mentally as you left for the day, tagging along with Penelope over to her apartment.

She’d asked you to come the second she received word from Emily that they’d caught the killer and unsurprisingly, wouldn’t take no for an answer. You decided to appease her anyhow. This would be your first moment of relaxation since you’d gotten the job.

Following behind your friend, you were silent the entire drive, thinking and wistfully hoping that you’d be able to buck up and just talk to Spencer. Even if it was only about work—you wanted to take a peek inside his brain.

And if that led to a conversation about other things, then you wouldn’t complain.

A knock at your car door window startled you back into reality.

“Are you going to come inside or are we drinking in your car?” Penelope asked, her voice muffled from the outside. You let a breathy laugh shoot through your nose as you turned the car off and opened the door, careful not to hit her.

“Sorry, I just auto-piloted the entire way here,” You responded while shaking your head. Penelope looped her arm through yours to lead you to her place.

“Still on cloud 9, huh?”

You hummed, smiling and nodding. You weren’t going to reveal the real reason. “Yeah, it’s just so surreal. Hearing you talk about it and then actually doing it is so different.”

“Well, you kicked ass, my friend. This job isn’t easy and we put the purp away in just 36 hours. That’s never happened when I was working alone,” Penelope praised you as she unlocked her front door, leading you both inside. You shrugged your bag onto the chair closest to you, hanging your keys up on the hook. “Grigio or Noir?”

“Noir, please. I need something bitter,” You answered as you plopped yourself unceremoniously onto her couch. Penelope appeared at your side a few seconds later with a half-full glass of wine in front of your face. You accepted it with a hushed “thanks” and took a small sip, relishing in pungent taste it left in your mouth.

“So, now that you’ve met and talked with everyone, what are your thoughts on our little band of misfits?” The blonde asked, sitting down and turning her body to face you. You smiled and nodded.

“Everyone has been really great,” was all you said. Penelope kept her eyes on you, waiting for you to elaborate. After a few more seconds had gone by, she huffed and gently pushed your shoulder, causing your wine to slosh around in the glass. “Hey! Penelope! I have wine!”

“And I need details! I want all the hot goss!” She proclaimed with excitement.

“I don’t have any ‘hot goss’, Penelope,” You giggled as you made quotation marks around her choice of words. “I’ve only been here for a week.”

“Well, then just tell me what you think of everyone!”

Sighing, you took another sip of alcohol before placing it to the side and twisting your body to face her as well. “JJ is very sweet. She’s exactly how I expected her to be after you telling me about her.”

“Isn’t she!”

“And Emily is very funny and smart. She told me a joke just before the team left and I’ve been thinking about it for days,” You continued. “Rossi is wise. Hotch is… Hotch. He’s a definite leader, I’ll give you that… and yeah, everyone is super nice and I’m really glad to be working alongside them.”

You reached behind yourself to grab your glass, smirking slightly as you lifted it to your lips. Penelope glared at you, her head tilted just enough to know that she caught on to what you were doing.

“You’re not sneaky, honey. I know what you’re doing,” She accused you. You gulped down the rest of the pinot noir and sat your empty glass on her coffee table.

“You’re right, I forgot about Luke! He is very charming and funny, I can see why you like him so much.”

“WHA—” Garcia suddenly shouted. “I do not like him. He’s icky and weird.”

“Mhm, yeah, sure, I totally believe that.”

“Okay, fine, miss-weed-around-the-topic-of-conversation! Tell me about Spence!” Penelope shook your arm vigorously.

“I-hi don’t know what you’re talking about!” You laughed despite yourself. Penelope exhaled exasperatingly, sucking on her teeth as her eyes roamed over your body. You raised an eyebrow at her and opened your mouth to ask what she was doing, but whatever words almost came out turned in a squeak as she poked her index finger into the side of your belly and wiggled it around.

You grabbed her hand out of instinct, arching away from her. “Oh-ho no, Penelope, don’t!”

“Tell me about Reid,” She locked eyes with you, a smug grin forming on her face as your cheeks turned red.

“He’s nice! There!”

“Mm-mm, not satisfactory enough,” She said, snatching her hand out of your grip to pinch rapidly at the soft skin above your hip. You let out a strangled laugh, slapping her hand away.

“Gaharcia, no!”

“I wouldn’t have to resort to this if you would just tell me what you think about the genius boy!” She replied to your protest, scooting closer to you to trap your legs under her own. You made an experimental tug only to find that you couldn’t pull them from under her.

You weighed both your options. You could fully get out of this situation just by telling her about your feelings towards Spencer, but the pang of disappointment you might feel if she didn’t exploit this weakness of yours would be lingering on your shoulders for the rest of the night.

Then again, straight up refusing to provide her with the information she wanted was basically telling her that you didn’t mind being tickled—especially if it was with someone you trusted as much as you trusted Penelope.

But telling her about Spencer would be a one-way ticket straight to embarrassment, knowing without a doubt that Garcia would tell him about it when they were alone. Though, by not telling her, you may never get the chance to be normal around Spencer.

And you couldn’t decide which option you preferred.

Penelope took your silence as her answer, interrupting your train of thought once she began squeezing at your sides. You burst into howling laughter and slammed your arms down to cover as much of your torso as you could.

“WAHAHA! N-NOHO! I-hi wahahas thihinking!”

“Thinking about what? It’s a simple decision. Spill the beans about what you think of Reid or get tickled to death. It’s an easy answer!” Penelope responded as she moved inward to your belly, digging her fingers in next to your navel.

Your entire face burned like fire at her words and Penelope, ever the perceptive one, noticed almost immediately. She slowed her tickling fingers to a light scratching just to keep you giggling.

“It’s not an easy answer, is it?” She asked in amusement. You shook your head, hiccupping as her nails neared your waistline. She smiled endearingly down at you and had your eyes not been squeezed shut from laughing so hard, you might have blushed even darker under her gaze. “Well, seems like I’ll just have to convince you to tell me, then.”

Picking up the pace, Garcia shifted her hands up to the middle of your ribcage, nipping in between the crevices of the bones. Your hands shot up to grab onto her wrists, more mechanically than to stop her, and your head tilted back to rest on the arm of the couch.

“EEHEEAH!” You screeched, only raising in volume when she experimentally slid her hands closer to the back of your ribs, 4 fingers vibrating directly under your shoulder blades. “WOHOHOAH! NOHOT THERE! PEHENELOPEEHEE!”

“Ooh,” She winced in faux sympathy, “bad spot?”

“OHOBVIOUSLYHY!”

“I think a couple more minutes riiiight here should do the trick, then,” She taunted just before laughing maniacally at your expense. Her suspicions of your likeness of tickling were confirmed when you didn’t protest—you simply laid there and let her have her way with you.

Another 30 seconds went by before you broke, violently jolting one final time before asking for her to stop. “OKAY! OKAHAHAY, I’LL TEHELL YOU! MEHEHERCY, PLEHEASE!”

Penelope halted her attack per your request, removing her hands from you and resting them in her lap. You sucked in deep breaths to regain lung function, still giggling intermittently.

“So, Spencer…”

“You don’t plahay fair,” You looked at her while pointing with a half-assed glare. She chuckled as she shifted off your legs to let you sit up.

“Never said I did,” She shrugged. You cleared your throat, huffing out in exasperation.

“Long story short, I’d looked up to Spencer since I was a student at MIT. His thesis papers basically got me through school and now here I am working alongside him and his big, beautiful, brain,” You explained. “It’s just still so surreal that we’re on the same team. I don’t feel smart enough to talk to him, I guess.”

Fiddling with your fingers in your lap, you chuckled in self-deprecation. You didn’t dare look up at your friend; you knew she’d have a look of pity written all over her face. But you felt more than saw a hand rest on your knee.

“You are worthy of talking to him, honey,” Penelope assured you. “You wouldn’t have been chosen for this team if you weren’t the best of the best. The thing with Spencer is that he’s smarter than everyone, so don’t be too hard on yourself. Plus, I think he really wants to talk to you, too.”

“Mm, not so sure about that. Every time he tries, I barely make a sentence and stutter like a complete idiot,” You groan.

“Oh, so it’s more than just you not feeling smart enough. You like him, don’t you?” She asked ducking down to meet your gaze. The second your eyes caught hers you looked away, but yet again, she didn’t miss the color blossoming in your face. “Your secret is safe with me.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Mhm, somehow I doubt that.” Standing up, you grabbed your glass along with Penelope’s to refill them. Overall, you were glad your best friend knew about your inner turmoil regarding Spencer, but the thought of him knowing about it terrified you.

“Well, would you upset if I told him?”

“No, not upset, just…” You trailed off as you poured the wine. “I guess, scared.”

“What about if I slightly nudged him in the right direction without ever mentioning that you like him?” Penelope gave you another option. She reached her hand out to grab the stem of her wine glass, keeping her eyes on you as you rounded the couch to sit next to her again.

You pondered for a few seconds, the pad of your thumb circling the rim of your glass. “Fine, but if you tell him anything embarrassing about me, I’ll kill you in your sleep and the team will have to track me down.”

The two of you laughed, finishing the rest of the night with late night reality TV and an empty bottle of pinot noir. Nights like this were your favorite. You loved your job and wouldn’t trade it for the world but nothing beat lounging around lazily and talking until you have nothing to talk about anymore.

You longed for the day that you’d get to do it with Spencer. If you ever got to do it with him.

But Penelope was true to her word. Sort of.

It was only 5 days later when the team was out on another case and she began developing her scheme.

You sat in the office chair to her right, steadily typing away to try and find the suspect’s place of employment when Penelope’s chair wheels slid over to you. “I am asking you this because you’re my friend, but will you pretty please get us some coffee?”

You looked over your shoulder to see her put on her best pouting face, raising an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one that said a couple weeks ago that you would never send me out to fetch you coffee?”

“Hey! It’s not just for me. You need some, too. We’ve been awake for 15 hours. I got the purp’s address already,” She told you. You swiveled all the way around, arms thrown out to the side.

“How do you do it so fast? Hotch asked less than 10 minutes ago!”

“Years of practice,” She waved her hand in the air. “Coffee? Please?”

You chortled a bit before sighing exasperatingly and evacuating your seat to head for the door. You glared at her non-threateningly. “You owe me later.”

“Oh, trust me, I’ll make it up to you.”

You grunted just before leaving the office and shutting the door behind you, giving Penelope about 5 minutes to execute her plan.

Immediately, she called Reid’s personal phone, hearing it ring twice before he answered.

“Hey, Garcia. What do you have?” He asked through the other line.

“What? Oh! I got the address, uh, looks like he works at an auto shop, ‘Buddy’s Body Shop’. It’s on 8632 Frontier Street. That’s not what I called for, though,” She said. Shuffling could be heard on Spencer’s end as the voices around him became quieter until they could no longer be heard, telling Penelope that he stepped away from the team.

“Okay… what did you need then?” He questioned, sounding unsure.

“What do you think about the new addition to our team?” Garcia interrogated, getting straight to the point.

“That’s what you called me for?”

“Yes! And you have about 3 minutes to answer. I sent her on a coffee run.”

“So she’s not in the room listening secretly?” Spencer whispered through the phone.

“No! I’m strictly a third party here. Now, hurry up! You have 2 and a half minutes!”

“Okay, well, uh, she’s really sweet. She’s shy and I like that about her, but I want to get to know her more.”

“So, you like her?” Garcia bluntly asked.

“Like her?”

“Do you think she’s cute?”

“Uh… well, uh, I mean…”

“I’ll stop you right there, boy genius. I get it. Luckily for you, you have me, her best friend, so I will tell you everything I can about her in the time we have left so that you can strike up a conversation with her the next time you see her, okay?” Garcia responded in a hurry, leaving Spencer no room to accept or decline. “Uh, so, she’s a Virgo, she likes pastries, she drinks an insane amount of sugar in her coffee—says the caffeine just isn’t enough—uh…”

Spencer giggled through the phone as Penelope continued.

“She loves cats, doesn’t care for dogs, she is a sucker for art museums, she’s super ticklish everywhere, but especially on the backs of her ribs, she can solve a rubik’s cube in under a minute, she went to MIT, and she’s coming back right now, okay, gotta go, bye!”

She didn’t give Spencer a chance to respond before she abruptly hung up the phone call. Less than 2 seconds later, the office door swung open where you balanced the two coffees on top of each other so that you could turn the doorknob.

Penelope smiled innocently once she turned to face you, her hand reaching out to grab her own coffee. “You are a life-saver.”

“Yeah, yeah,” You begrudgingly grinned back, sitting back down and taking a swig of coffee. You had to stop yourself from spitting it out once it hit your tastebuds. “Ew, ugh, this one is yours,” You cringed, holding the cup out to her.

Penelope furrowed her brows as she grabbed onto the other cup just as you snatched the one she was holding. You shrugged before drinking your own cup, moaning in contentment this time. “Much better. Yours didn’t have any—”

“Sugar,” Penelope let a breathy laugh shoot through her nose, finishing your sentence. “Got it.”

***

Since that day, you’d been none the wiser that Penelope had even spoken to Spencer about you. Everything carried on as normal for a week or two after that. Truthfully, you had forgotten about what you and Penelope had discussed—everyone on the team going on as normal.

You’d had a few spry conversations with Emily and Luke before leaving for the night and smiled shyly at Spencer as he did the same. No progress had been made and honestly, maybe it was for the best.

If you still couldn’t strike up a conversation with him almost a month into being his teammate, then maybe the two of you weren’t meant to be friends, let alone romantic partners.

That realization was something you were slowly coming to terms with, though it didn’t help that every time you saw Spencer in passing, he’d wave or send a short ‘hello’ in greeting. Your heart would flutter every single time.

But still, you were too shy to come up with anything to say to him in response. You were sure that after a while, Spencer would give up trying to interact with you at all, which would be the last thing you’d want to happen. So, you were just going to have to pull yourself together and talk to him the next chance you got.

You just hadn’t known it would be right that second.

A knock on the door of Penelope’s office was heard from behind you as you were packing up your belongings for the night. It startled you, causing you to gasp and whip around quickly, only to find Spencer standing in the entry way.

“My apologies,” He stated, his hands out in front of him. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Gathering your composure, you set your purse down into your chair and leaned against the desk. “It’s… okay. I scare easy, anyway,” You admitted to him. Once you’d caught your breath, you glanced up at him, finding a small grin gracing his features. You shrunk into yourself self-consciously. “…What?”

“Oh! Uh, nothing, you just… finally told me something about yourself,” He responded, biting his bottom lip through a smile. Your face burned hot at the realization and you chuckled quietly.

“I’m not intentionally trying to keep things from you, Dr. Reid. You just… intimidate me a little,” You mumbled the last part quietly, coiling up even more. Spencer stepped fully into the room to stand closer to you, getting a read from your body language.

“Please, it’s just Spencer,” He corrected you. “Also I think you’ve spoken more words to me today than you have since we met. It’s nice.”

You hummed in response, not being able to think of anything to say. You could feel Spencer’s gaze on you even if yours was on the carpeted floor, and somehow your face hadn’t burst from the heat rising into it.

“Why are you intimidated by me? I’m just me,” Spencer continued. You scoffed as if he wasn’t the most interesting one on the team, as if he wasn’t Spencer Reid: Boy Wonder.

“Just you…” You repeated, nodding. “Well, just you is pretty amazing.” You began fiddling with your fingers, anxious at the mere thought of saying anything more than that. Spencer shuffled his feet over to where you were standing to lean against the desk, as well. Your shoulders were only inches apart and it was as if you could feel electricity coming from his skin and into yours.

“That’s very kind,” He said, a breathy laugh shooting through his nose. “But what makes me different than anyone else here?”

Shaking your head and keeping your focus on the floor, you sighed. He didn’t get it. He couldn’t see that he was everything to you.

“Come on! Tell me,” He sang out, giving you a quick poke to your side, causing you to squeak and arch away from his finger. Your eyes widened, looking between his hand and his face. Spencer wore an uncharacteristically smug grin that paired well with raised eyebrows. “Oh?”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire with how flustered you were that Spencer Reid had just accidentally tickled you. And with the way he stared at you predatorily, that accident was about to become purposeful.

“Uh… I—”

“Are you going to tell me why I intimidate you?” Spencer questioned you rhetorically, knowing you wouldn’t get the chance to answer before he seized this opportunity. You found that you couldn’t move, couldn’t think. You couldn’t believe that what was going to happen was actually about to happen. Your mouth opened and closed, as if you were trying to respond, but your words wouldn’t formulate.

Spencer took that time to scoot closer so that he was basically hip to hip with you and slid one behind your back to pinch rapidly at your waist, sending you into a proper giggle fit while leaning into him. With his free hand, he dug into your belly and grinned at the way you screeched in surprise.

“I-hi… just—Spehencer!” You whined through your laughter and even he couldn’t deny the butterflies he felt when you said his name. Your hands pushed his away with little difficulty; Spencer had mostly removed them from your torso before you could fully touch him. In that moment, you were reminded of his disdain for physical contact, especially with his hands. “Oh, uh, I—I’m sorry, I—”

“I don’t mind you touching me,” He assured you. “I mean, I did start tickling you on my own accord. It’s just people I’m not really comfortable with… and handshakes. I hate handshakes.”

Your cheeks burned bright as you realized what he’d admitted, another shy smile finding it way to your face.

“You intimidate me because… I looked up to you all throughout school. I read all of your papers and dissertations and I just can’t believe that I’m on the same team as you. It doesn’t feel real, yet,” You shakily said, sighing in relief that at least half of the truth was out in the open. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, afraid he might have a disgusted expression adorning his face.

Out of nowhere, a fluttering sensation sparked up on the backs of your ribs, causing a loud yelp to escape your lips as you jumped up and practically ran across the room. You turned to face him with a stunned look. There’s no way he could have known that was your worst spot. Unless…

Spencer had an insufferable smirk plastered on his lips and immediately, you knew who had spilled your secret.

“I’m going to kill Penelope,” You whispered, shutting your eyes tight. With your sense of hearing now heightened, you instantly clocked the moment Spencer stood straight on his feet and took a couple of steps toward you. You gasped, eyes reopening as you took a step back.

“You are worthy of this team. Worthy of working with all of us. You’re smart, cunning, funny, beautiful, and I’m the lucky one in this situation because I got to meet you,” Spencer truthfully muttered. Speechlessness was all you could feel after his declaration. “Garcia told me some things about you—to help me get an insight of who you really are behind this shy façade—and I’ve come to understand why you’re her friend.”

“Spencer, I—”

“So, really I came here to talk to you today because I was hoping that maybe you’re too shy to talk to me because you might share the same feelings as I do.”

Your heart felt like it could beat straight out of your chest with how honest you knew he was. A fire starting in your chest, your cheeks, your whole body. Nodding, almost imperceptibly, you breathed out slowly.

“I do, yes.”

“Come out to dinner with me, then,” He said. It was a statement rather than a question. A sentence said so confidently that you had no choice but to say yes because you knew he meant every word. He gave you no reason to doubt that he wanted to take you on a date.

“I-I’d love to,” You stuttered, fingers fiddling with themselves. Spencer reached forward to grab your hands in his, again showing you proof that he felt at ease with you. His skin felt cold against your warmth, somehow calming your heartrate down enough to finally lock eyes with him. “You meant all those things?”

“Every word.”

And as you sat and ate together, you believed him. You could tell that he was falling for you just as you were for him. The way you two bonded over things that no one else could understand, how his hand never left yours for more than a few minutes at the time, how with each passing moment you became less nervous—it was easy with Spencer.

It only got easier as the weeks went on. By the fourth month you’d known him, you’d given him a key to your apartment. At the end of the year, 6 months after you’d met, you’d asked him to move in. It might have been a bit taboo, but he was over at your place more than he was at his own, especially after he returned back from cases.

Eventually, you did thank Penelope for all her interfering, even if it was embarrassing at first. She was ultimately the one to get you and Spencer to admit your feelings to each other, so you gave her a hug and spent a whole night telling her about your adventures with him (it didn’t matter if those adventures were mostly spent lounging on your couch. You loved them all the same).

Your most recent adventure consisted of watching a movie in your bed, though you weren’t really paying attention because of the roaming hands and lazy kisses being placed in those sweet spots you loved so much.

You never thought of Spencer being handsy, but damn, you were glad he was. Despite being a little awkward, he was assertive with you, making sure you were well taken care of in any and all ways.

You laid partially on top of him while kissing him chastely as his hands gripped your waist, happy sighs and quiet moans filling the room. Relaxing into him, Spencer’s hand lost some of its weight, consequentially dragging his fingers featherlight across the backs of your ribs.

“MM!” You squeaked into his mouth, rolling off of him in reaction. “Spence! You know I’m ticklish there!”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Ihit was an accident. It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” Spencer found a way to wrap his arms around you, intentionally digging into that same spot, making you cry out in hysterical laughter.

You jolted in surprise, then tried to squirm out of his touch. “SPEHEHENCE! NOHOT THERE!”

“Ooh, right. Not there,” He clicked his tongue in faux realization. “How about here, then?” He cheekily asked, wiggling his nimble digits into your sides—still unbearably ticklish. “Seems like a good spot.”

“You’re—AHAH! Yohou’re ruining a mohoment!” You yelled at him, your elbows clamping down onto his hands out of pure instinct.

“Tickling you is my favorite activity to do, though. Want to know why?”

“Whyhyhy?”

His hands worked their way into the soft skin of your belly, lightly spidering around to keep you giggling rather than cackling. Your cheeks burned hot under his gaze—still a common occurrence even to this day—and from how easily he took you apart with just the lightest of touches.

“Because…” He drawled out, “It was the one thing that got you to talk to me.” Spencer ceased tickling you, now holding you tight to his chest for a different reason. You melted into his arms, letting out a few residual giggles.

“I thihink I’d categorize it as coercing, but…”

“Either way, it got us to where we are now and it makes both of us happy.”

“Woah!” You pulled back to look at him incredulously. “I never said that!”

“You didn’t have to. I can tell by the way you never fight back or run away,” Spencer called you out, poking your ribcage a few times. You laughed through a groan, but you both knew you weren’t annoyed or offended by his words.

“Ugh! Fihine! I guess I don’t mind it since it was kind of the thing that brought us together,” You slapped his wrist gently before wrapping your arms back around him. “But that’s all you’re getting out of me!”

“That’s all I needed,” He divulged, placing a fast peck to your forehead. Silence settled among the two of you for a while after that before Spencer spoke up again. “Did you ever think we’d be here 6 months ago?”

“Definitely not,” You answered quickly. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe it now. I still see you as that scrawny kid whose thesis papers I studied throughout grad school.”

“I obviously did a great job with those papers since it led you straight to the BAU.”

“Yeah, you did alright,” You smiled, kissing his neck sweetly.

As you fell asleep in the arms of the man of your dreams, you reminisced on how perfectly the stars had aligned to get you to this moment. It wasn’t luck, it was fate. At least, that’s what you’ll always believe.

Because being with Spencer Reid didn’t just fall into your lap. He was destined to be yours.

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Drama Twaddling: 'Queen of Tears'

WELL, well, well… That was quite a drama, huh?

Almost a week later and I’m still here nursing a clingy heart. I’m not ready to let go of BaekHong yeeeeeet. And I know I’m not alone on this one so here’s a little (not) drama talk from me. So sit back and grab a cup of coffee ‘coz this is going to be a looooong discussion.

Finally, after a long squiggly wiggly rollercoaster ride, we’ve reached the end. (Two special episodes coming, though. Weehee!) I can’t believe two months just flew by and starting this week, no more waiting for BaekHong weekend. Anyway, pat and applaud yourselves for making it through the rough journey. And as hard as it is, now we say bye-bye to our lovely (and we-emptied-your-tear-bags) royal couple, Baek Hyun-woo and Hong Hae-in.

First of all, this is definitely one of those I came in for the package, I stayed for the cast.

If there was one thing to be applauded about this drama, it’s the casting. They anchored the show. I’m serious–I'd give a hundred if the rating were out of ten. That much. Because I could NEVER imagine anyone else playing BaekHong’s roles as perfectly as Soohyun and Jiwon did. They were practically Hyun-woo and Hae-in acting themselves. They said they were a bit awkward in the beginning but where in the world do you find people just standing side by side screaming chemistry like, hello? The wedding photos? Hyun-woo said they probably only met twice when they shot those but it gives off legit pre-nups. In the drama, with every little touch, you get this small tingling feeling. It’s so natural that you don’t even notice they’re acting even if the camera angle screams “Look! He’s touching her!” The spark’s just… there. *chef’s kiss*

And speaking of the cast, of course we can’t leave out the rest of them. If the main leads were good the supporting cast did not fall short. From the Hong Family to the Baek Family, Queens Group to Yondu-ri folks, friendships to usurpers–everyone nailed their roles! Bruh, the Mother-Son duo never failed to make an eye roll every time they appeared on the screen. They had, not only BaekHong in chokehold but even the whole watch-nation. Park Sung-hoon portrayed Yoon Eun-sung so convincingly that I’m starting to think he’s getting hate messages from all his “You can hate the character but please not the person” talks. (Because if it is so, what is wrong with you people?! Edit: I just read about it and that seems to be the case. Seriously, people?! Can’t separate reality from fiction now?)

(Update: WARNING. Go no further. I've had a change of heart. 😂)

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And if I have the most generous love for the cast, I’m sorry I can’t say so for the writing.

Storywise, uhh... there were a few that I think were a bit of a shame.

For example, the overly abused the stars-aligned-the-universe-is-on-our-side motif? I wish they just made it so that kid Eun-sung saved kid Hae-in, which would explain this abnormal obsession because, to quote him, he liked her first and he saved her from drowning. Like, at least give him a proper reason to obsess, Writer-nim.

Or I wish Hyun-woo knew it was Hae-in he met in high school and who owned that MP3 player, so there would be more meaning as to why he kept it all this time. Prior? No, that would defeat the whole thing. While dating or in their marriage maybe. I just hope they didn't make it seem like the stars aligned for them to meet, but that they're both fighting for the universe to be on their side like a real married couple would do (just like what our Queen did in that propose scene. Pfft!). Especially in their case where everything's not working out. I think we already got a lot of that universe-is-on-our-side with the Truck of Doom and notebook incident. (I think there were others but I can’t remember.)

One thing I loved about Park Ji-eun’s previous work (Crash Landing On You) is because of the memories in North Korea. Here, I would have loved to see more Yongdu-ri and less Seoul during their MIA era. And I mean more interaction between the villagers and the BaekHong family. Like Hae-in and Dahye hanging out with Mi-seon and her gang, or Mommy Hong and Mommy Baek hanging out with villagers, washing veggies, cooking, drinking, etc. like Daddy Hong and Daddy Baek did. (And where on earth did Hoyeol run off to, with four-something episodes left?)

Also (okay, at this point, it’s probably not a “few things”), I wish there was more something to our usurpers. You know, like what caused them to go a-la-Parasite on the Queens? Hello! Backstory? I know we got Eun-sung being a child out of wedlock but any more reasons how, what, why Moh Seul-hee exists and why she was so desperate to steal Queens? Why the Hongs in the first place? And who on earth is Grace? How did she connect with them? I feel like the time spent on the dragging scenes should have been spent on their backgrounds (Moh, Dahye, Grace), even for just a few seconds of flashback. But I guess the not-knowing-everything part adds to their mystery.

Finally, I did not sign up for the long-term residency in makjang alley, Writer-nim. I figured we'd have to step foot in but not that long. There were needless makjang moments just going round and round it got exhausting. RomCom suddenly logged out and was out of reach. (Can't deny the top-tier execution of our main leads, though. It was beautifully heart-breaking.) And my gosh! Writer-nim, couldn’t you have given us at least one more kiss? And those Germany honeymoon scenes in the BTS, where were they?! You could have switched those with the unnecessary we-grew-old-together ending, you know. Hing~! TT

I love second-chance tropes, especially when it’s between married couples. That’s what intrigued me about this drama in the first place (of course, after seeing the cast). And I’m sad that this could have landed a spot on my number one list. The first half was good－pacing and all. I like how the usually slow and dragging scenes were cut short and compressed in a few minutes. However, as it advanced, some areas that didn’t need dragging got dragged whereas scenes that needed to be included did not make it which made it a little... and I’m just gonna shut my mouth. *zips*

By the way, I read someone on X saying Writer Park Ji-eun got this drama copyrighted in 2010－which explains why I got an early 2000s vibe from the premise (and the always-wrong turn of the second-half plot)－so I get it, this is from the treasure chest. But you had a 14-year chance to tweak it, Writer-nim! *wriggles her neck*

Hang it all! At least we got a “and they lived happily ever after” and that’s all that matters. (Also, Hong Soobin! We finally got to see you, girl! Welcome to the world! Huhuhu! Now give your papa and mama the best and long life.)

With all that said, it’s time to re-watch the whole thing… because why not? *winks*

(I think this was more of a rant rather than a discussion so I might come back with a positive post–yes, I have positive things to say so I hope you look forward to that. Hehehe!)

#queen of tears #눈물의여왕 #涙の女王 #baek hyun woo #hong hae in #kim soohyun #kim jiwon #백현우 #홍해인 #김수현 #김지원 #김수맨 #kdrama #kdrama review #drama review

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YOU ARE LOVE

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Nobody really comes to an understanding of the eccentricities that goes through Sherlock’s head everyday. One moment he could be lazing around on the couch half asleep, and the next he’d be enthusiastically loitering around the city for a new case that might pique his interest. His level of genius is beyond most people, which is a contributing attribute as to why he does not have many acquaintances or those who he could call friends.

Maybe it was the alignment of the stars and planets that had led to the meeting of two geniuses whose roles contrasted each others’ perfectly, one being a detective and the other a criminal.

Without even verbally communicating it out loud, both of them knew that no matter how strong the distaste for the other was, they had to hold onto one other. Perhaps it was because they shared a sense of unspoken loneliness, knowing that nobody had ever before come close to their level of intellect.

Months had passed, and William had yet to wake.

It eventually became part of Sherlock’s routine to check in on him daily. He had turned down missions that had required him to leave town for more than a day, in fear that William would wake up without his knowing.

Sherlock would bring fresh bouquets for him once a week, throwing out the ones that had wilted as well. The flowers he brought would always be orchids; its pastel purple petals giving life to the grey hospital room.

After he returned from particularly exciting missions, he would sit by William’s bedside and ramble on for a few hours, giving detailed descriptions of the more memorable parts. Sometimes, the nurses had to personally escort him out of the ward. Sherlock remembered that one of them had remarked, “William’s lucky to have you.”

Sherlock was merely doing as he pleased, there was nothing else to it. Every action he took was of his own volition. Although he knew William may have gone on unaware of these actions, he did not seem bothered by it.

When William reached a state in which he was well enough to return home, Sherlock would take day-offs to spend time with him. They would play chess for hours on end in comfortable silence. Other days, they would prepare dinner together. Sherlock would handle the more tedious tasks, and left William to the simple ones.

Sometimes, Sherlock would chance upon William in his room staring blankly at the space in front of him, eyes unblinking and deep in thought. William still had much to work through, and Sherlock was going to be with him every step of the way. They might have been living together, but he knew when to give William some personal space.

Days turned into months. Autumn arrived and brought with it golden brown leaves and cold chilly wind. More people were starting to dress heavily when heading outdoors, and so did Sherlock.

Soon enough, as Sherlock predicted, William had come up to him one day and said, “I'd like to go out.”

“Where would you like to go?”

“The rooftop,” he answered simply, causing Sherlock to raise an eyebrow in puzzlement.

“Want me to come along? I know you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourse-”

“Please do,” William replied.

Sherlock’s surprised gaze met his, and the former gave a small smile. “Alright, then.”

At William’s request, Sherlock hoisted a mat and telescope up the stairs (the lift was under maintenance) and set them down onto the grey tiles of the apartment rooftop.

Night had befallen upon New York, an array of stars were stretched across the endless dark sky. The city was still bustling with life, the streets crowded and roads congested. If they squint hard enough, they would catch sight of the statue of liberty in the far distance.

“Stargazing, eh?” Sherlock said.

“Back at the hospital, the guy in the opposite ward would ramble on about the constellations all the time. Naturally, I grew to develop an interest,” William replied.

Sherlock cleared his throat. “An interest for… the stars, right?”

Letting out a lighthearted chuckle, William said, “What else?”

They sat down together on the mat and positioned the telescope between them. Sherlock clasped his hands together, “Well, Professor, teach me about the stars.”

William peered into the telescope with his good eye, concentrating hard and recounting what he had heard in the hospital.

“If I am not wrong,” William said whilst shifting the telescope to the far right, “That is Ophiuchus.”

He gestured for Sherlock to take a look through the telescope, and he willingly accepted.

“Where, again?”

“Far right.”

“Here?”

“No, you’re going too much to the right.”

Sherlock readjusted himself. “Now?”

“Too low, a bit-”

Sherlock let out an annoyed huff and retracted from the telescope to look at William. “Could you point it out to me? I'd have a better gauge of its location that way.”

William agreed and scooted closer to Sherlock. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Go on.”

It took Sherlock a while to search for William’s finger, since the range of sight of the telescope was quite limited. Eventually, after some irritation, he had found the constellation. It was in the shape of a trapezium, with two lines stretching out at the top and left of it.

“Liam, I’ve found it. That took some time, didn’t-” Sherlock cut himself short when he turned to face the other man, and found that there was practically no space between their bodies. He could see every detail of William’s face and feel the warmth radiating off him.

William was unbothered by his sudden pause and continued gazing up at the sky. The sky was like a painting that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

And for Sherlock, William was the one whom he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“I’ve always wanted to stargaze,” he said pensively, “With someone I love.”

Nothing had really managed to stun Sherlock in the entirety of his life. Sure, he had come across cases which had shocked or taken him aback. However, nothing had the effect of freezing him to the spot. Except this.

His breath caught in his throat and his eyes were wide and confused. Surely, William was just joking? Wait- his expression is serious and calm. This was happening.

Someone he loves? Love was such a complicated affair, it was too much to handle for Sherlock’s tastes. What was love to William, then? Being vulnerable and opening up?

It was only after taking a few deep breaths that Sherlock realised his heart was hammering in his chest.

Did he love William? Why was he so anxious? What was love to him?

“I found out a while back,” William casually said, as if they were chatting about the weather, “I had just woken up, and saw you in the kitchen preparing breakfast. I knew then, that I wanted all my mornings to start with you, and for my nights to end with you.”

So, love was that simple? It wasn’t extravagant as the movies and literature claimed it to be. Sherlock thought harder. What did love mean?

It was not that tedious, really. Deep down Sherlock knew that love was a game of chess played in the late hours of the afternoon. Love was a bouquet of purple orchids on a hospital nightstand. Love was turning down long missions to be with the one he cared the most for.

To Sherlock, love was William. There was nothing else that could have captured what love was, in all of its forms.

He hadn't come to this realisation till that moment, having not given it much thought. Over time, his feelings grew and his heart had started to yearn without him even knowing.

“I want my days to be filled with you too, Liam.”

#moriarty the patriot #sherlock holmes #william james moriarty #sherliam #yuukoku no moriarty

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faustianmuse · 2 years

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Workplace Romance (Seungmin x fem!reader)

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Word count: 974

Genre: drabble, workplace romance

Summary: Seungmin, your introverted mathy coworker, confesses his love to you while fending off your office jerks.

Warnings: None! This is a pretty sweet drabble for Seungmin.

Author’s Note: Quick romantic drabble for Seungmin -- I think I needed to vent and the stars aligned for this one haha. Hope y’all enjoy!

Seungmin grinned at you from across the table at the work dinner, your colleagues’ jokes were getting crazier and crazier as the night went on.

You saw his smile begin to fade as the man beside him mentioned your name. You barely caught it, but something about that bitch was definitely in there. You were used to this, but something about seeing your polite peer’s face fall made it hurt your heart more than usual.

You’d had a crush on your colleague Seungmin for a little while, but since you worked together you tried to avoid the feeling. He had practically ignored you, or so you thought, until one day he had brought you a coffee from downstairs, his lithe fingers brushing yours ever so slightly longer than would be appropriate.

You hadn’t over-thought it at first, but when it became a pattern you definitely started to take it more seriously and anticipate your daily coffee from Seungmin every morning for the next 3 months. That was always where it ended however, until this evening.

Your nasty colleague continued, thinking she can boss everyone around, who is she? And you saw Seungmin’s jaw set with some ferocity. Worried that the situation would escalate, you decided to chime in.

“Come on guys, let’s keep it civil this evening,” you tried.

“There she goes again,” he said. “Thinking she’s the boss.”

“She is your boss!” shouted some drunken voices down the table.

The silence was deafening and you felt everyone’s eyes on your face, waiting for your perfect response that would ignore the whole issue. A particular set of eyes, however, were making it impossible for you to feel ok.

You felt yourself forced to meet Seungmin’s questioning eyes. They looked like they cared, really wanted to see how you were doing. And that was too much. You felt yourself getting emotional so you closed your eyes for a second, before smiling and saying, “If you all could give me a moment.”

You stood quickly and walked across the bar towards the bathroom, barely containing your tears. As you entered the hallway, you barely registered footsteps behind you.

“Are you ok?” Seungmin’s soft voice asked.

Not answering, you turned to look at him, registering his perfectly tailored suit that emphasized his princely stature. His dark hair was illuminated by the light from the restaurant, while the pearly edge to his skin stood out in the darkness.

“I’m asking as your. . . friend, I guess,” he continued, smiling a bit at his own awkwardness.

Seungmin was a whiz at technology, but talking wasn’t really his forte. You knew this, and normally would fill the silence with artful phrases, but couldn’t stop your mind from repeating he didn’t want to say friend.

You had to answer him, but you were scared your voice would shake so you just nodded as you caught your breath. “I’m fine, Seungmin.”

“You don’t need to take that from them, you know,” he said seriously, stepping towards you.

You felt yourself want to step back as you held yourself still.

“It’s not that easy, Seungmin --”

Your breath caught in your throat as he took two easy steps towards you in the hallway -- his face inches from yours as he said, “I can’t stand to see an excellent person like you so disrespected. I--”

He cut himself off as he leaned his head away from yours, biting his lower lip in frustration.

You were still taken aback by his proximity and the emotional outburst and before you could stop yourself you bluntly asked, “Do you like me, Seungmin?”

His eyes widened. He tried to collect himself by looking at his shoes as he took a deep breath in.

“I love you,” he answered.

You felt the words resonate as your eyes met his, your heart echoing, he loves me. You felt your eyes tear slightly at the thought as your hand rose to meet his cheek, practically feeling his usually calm countenance quiver with emotion.

A sharp sound cut you off in the hallway, “Last call!” cried the barkeep. Oh shoot, you still had to pay for company dinner.

You bit your lip. “Wait for me? After they leave?” you asked him, still not moving your hand.

His hands found your free hand and enveloped them, allowing you both to feel the warmth. “Of course,” he answered.

You ached to kiss him then, but you knew you had to hurry so you released his face as he released your hand, scurrying past him towards the restaurant before you stopped in the hallway and realized you’d forgotten the most important thing.

Turning slightly over your shoulder, you quickly uttered , “I love you” before jumping out into the bright lights, grabbing the check and waving them all a fake friendly goodbye as you hoped they were all too drunk to remember the interaction tonight.

You felt Seungmin standing beside you as the final two walked out the door, his shoulder meeting yours. You two stood there silently as the men left, and as the door closed behind them Seungmin grinned.

“Way to sneak that one in,” he said, beaming down at you.

“Shut up,” you answered, blushing.

You both stood there silently observing each other for a moment before you said, “What’s next?” before you pulled him into a kiss, hands finding his smooth hair as his hands found your waist.

“Let’s take this back to my place?” he said.

It would be all weekend before you went home again, and while you weren’t sure you’d be working at that company anymore, you knew Seungmin would be there for you, no matter where you were.

#seungmin #skz seungmin #seungmin drabbles #seungmin imagines #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #seungmin x reader #stray kids au #skz au #workplace au

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thiaschuessler · 1 year

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2022 Roundup

Here we are again. And by "we" I mean just me, because not even my momma asked for this year-end summary.

Per usual, 2022 had its ups and downs:

DOWN: The commercial agent who signed me in April 2021 left the company at the end of the year to start his own. He never got me one single commercial audition in those ~9 months.

UP: Their new commercial agent decided to renew my contract in April 2022 after a zoom meeting. She got me a handful of commercial auditions within her first few months for legit clients like Estee Lauder, Forward, NBC Universal, and Kate Spade.

DOWN: In July, the agency decided to dissolve their commercial department altogether. Womp womp.*

UP: Also in July, the short film I made with my cousin Marisa in July 2021 finally premiered at home at the St. Louis Filmmakers Showcase, and our supportive family got to come see it on the big screen with a packed audience. Being of the horror genre, it had a surge of screenings at genre festivals around Halloween both at home where it was shot and in LA where Marisa and I live. We even won BEST FILM and BEST EXPERIMENTAL at two horror fests.

Other than that, I did lots of self-taping and had a few callbacks - both on zoom and in person (which I'm mentioning for the sake of historical reference). I was cast in a feature that was then cut down to a short film, and my character was cut with it. I did get to shoot an Amazon demo for their new palm payment technology + a music video with a lifelong musician friend.

I joined an actor training group in May that I wish I had known about during the pandemic. It's all online and covers all facets of acting: the craft, the business, and the mentality.

For the second half of the year, a lot of my energy went towards my brand new camper van rental business venture. Inspired by the newfound prospect of a "free" filming location, I spent September outlining a feature film starring my new Sprinter van. Hopefully, I'll get around to shooting something in it next year.

*Since this blog is really just for me... for the sake tracking my acting career... let me just write out my history of representation:

My 1st agency out of college repped me in exchange for free labor (internship). I was with them for 2.5 years, until they dissolved their entire agency. (March 2010-Sept 2012)

My 1st manager repped me, because I sent her a blind submission email asking to meet with her. We met, and she liked me. Very straightforward. I was with her for a little over 3 years, until she decided to focus on coaching and managing her child actor clients. (Jan 2012-March 2015)

My 2nd agency repped me, because I took acting classes from the commercial agent. My manager had suggested her class to me, so I took it for 1.5 years, and she loved me. They signed me across the board. I was with them for almost 3 years, until they decided to rep only their literary clients and dissolved their entire acting division. (June 2013-Sept 2016)

My 3rd agency added me to their commercial roster because of a blind submission (one email and one phone call). I was with them for a little less than two years, until they dissolved their commercial department. (April 2021-Dec 2022)

If the business is hard for actors, it's just as hard for their reps. If I'm not making money, they're not making money.

Apparently, I went without representation for most of the years when I was producing my own work through Shy Ruby (2013-2019). My agent/manager hiatus also perfectly aligns with the moment in Hollywood when Casting Director workshops were being shut down and exposed for the cons that they were (c. 2016). From the moment I graduated from theatre school in 2009, I was signing up for 2-3 workshops per week ($50 each), to sit through about 30minutes of Q&A before performing a quick scene for a Casting Director (or more likely, a Casting Associate or Assistant). I spent hundreds and hundreds of dollars. I got so many compliments and words of encouragement, but maybe only a handful of actual auditions from essentially paying to audition for them. Read all about the scam here.

Anyway, it's just interesting (to me) to follow that trajectory and understand why I was jaded enough to step back from Hollywood and only work on my own stuff for the latter half of the 2010s.

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noctisfishing · 2 years

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The Grand Enlightenment - Chapter 02

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Summary: Koushiro and Hikari are dating, and they’ve been keeping it a secret from everybody else. But as it goes with any secret, well-kept or not, discoveries are bound to happen in the end.

Rated: T / Comedy & Romance

Ships: Koukari & featured/mentioned: Taiora, Kenyako, and Mimato

Note: Ready for a little romance?

Read below the cut, or click here for the start of the fic: AO3 | FFN

It was just another weeknight of hanging out at the apartment of Hikari's older brother and his best friend. Hikari had a study-session-turned shopping excursion with Miyako earlier that day, then they headed to the boys' apartments to visit Miyako's boyfriend, Ken. The whole gang was there: Takeru and Daisuke of course, and Iori even stopped by for a while. After enjoying pizza with them, Hikari, Daisuke, and Takeru traveled across the hall to find Taichi and Koushiro playing a video game in their living room. The younger of the boys brought their controllers along to join them, and Hikari grabbed one to play, too.

She smiled at Taichi as she sat down on the couch, and when she gave a smile to Koushiro when she sat next to him, the small smile he gave in return sent her heart aflutter. It was one of the moments so subtle that she figured no one else in the room would be able to notice.

At some point in the evening, Sora entered the apartment with her cheerful demeanor, but seemed startled to find Hikari sitting between Takeru and Koushiro.

"What is it, Sora?" Taichi asked. "Surprised to see a girl play a video game?"

"Hey, we girls can have fun, too," she quipped. "Daisuke, hand me your controller. You're done. Let me have a turn."

Daisuke obeyed but groaned, having been Sora's frequent target to pick on. Affectionately, of course.

The shouts and the laughter as they played died down after a while, and Takeru's yawning signaled the group to end their fun.

Hikari watched Koushiro stand up, and observed everyone else follow suit, one by one. They were all getting ready to leave, but she actually really wanted to stay.

"I guess we're calling it a night, guys?" Taichi asked.

"Yeah," said Takeru, shaking Daisuke awake. "Daisuke's practically drooling on your couch."

"Whaa?" Daisuke called.

"Taichi," Sora said, snaking her arms around his torso. "Spend the night at my place?"

"Really?" he asked, his lips forming a smirk.

"Really. You've got class in the morning, and my place is closer to campus."

His lips immediately turned into a frown. "I guess you've got a point."

Sora laughed, and then, she met eyes with Hikari.

Did Sora give her a wink?

"Alright, guys," Sora said shortly after, arm in arm with Taichi as they headed out. "Good night."

"Night," Hikari chorused with the others, although she was curious about Sora's action.

After Takeru dragged Daisuke back to their apartment, Hikari realized that the stars had aligned perfectly for her and Koushiro that night.

"You've got to be up early for work tomorrow," Hikari told him as she finally stood up from the couch to meet his eye level.

"I can work from home tomorrow," he replied. "But, don't you have class?"

"Not until the afternoon."

No one else was going to bother them for a while. The two of them smiled at this realization, as if their thought processes were in sync. This time, Hikari made sure to lock the door before her lips crashed into his.

Hikari had been surprised at the fact that Koushiro was a good kisser. They had actually been each other's first kiss, when she was 10 and he was 12. Taichi had talked way too much about what kissing a girl might have felt like, and Koushiro couldn't help but be curious about it. He took note aloud of the soft feel of his lips touching Hikari's, but he couldn't register the magic that a kiss could entail, and neither could she.

Yet, Hikari never forgot that first kiss, and the next time their lips met, she melted into them, just like she would every single time after that.

When they reached his room, Hikari kissed Koushiro once more with each kiss deeper and longer than the last. She ushered him onto his bed as they kissed some more, removing their clothes one by one, until he leaned back with his elbows supporting his torso.

She broke off the kiss to meet his eyes as she hovered over him. Maybe she was pushing him too hard. Their mouths were still close, their breaths heavy. His eyes didn't show any sign of questioning, but her mind seemed to be racing with questions.

"You know when to say 'no,' Koushiro," she said. "But you haven't stopped me once."

"It's because I don't want you to stop," he said simply.

"I just thought that, since this was your first time, you would be nervous. Aren't you?"

She knew that he wouldn't take offense to speaking her mind, but she was still wary of his response.

"I am, Hikari," he admitted. "My thoughts are out of control. My heart might beat its way out of my chest. I know it's because of… because of the way I feel about you."

She wanted to melt.

"Koushiro," she said, taking his hand and putting it above her chest, so that he could feel her own heart's mad thumping. "I'm nervous, too."

"I'm glad to know that we feel the same."

Hikari laughed, feeling more at ease. She noticed the feel of his hands trailing at her sides, her skin tingling at his touch. She'd had one other lover before, although it was still one more than Koushiro had. Even if he would learn the ways she would love him, and show him how to love her, she noticed that he was doing better than he might have realized.

And so she leaned down for another kiss, her hand gliding against his bare skin, brushing against him as she trailed them along, ready for them to explore each other.

Takeru's favorite moments were always whenever he spent time with his older brother Yamato. On Saturday, they waited until noon to meet up. The both of them were both night owls and relished sleeping in. After grabbing some burgers together, they ended up at Yamato's place, where Yamato pushed his engineering studies aside to fiddle with his bass guitar. Takeru let the sounds fall into his background noise while he took out his notebook to jot down words to help inspire his creative ideas. He wasn't sure whether he would end up using them for his course assignments or for his personal writing, but it was something he enjoyed doing.

Takeru was disappointed that he didn't get as much of a chance to pester and tease his brother for too long, since Yamato shooed him out later that afternoon so that he could get ready for a dinner date with Mimi.

He ended up going back to his apartment, where he saw Miyako and Ken cuddled up on the couch and staring at the television. Daisuke must have been out, and Takeru figured he would let the couple have their space. So, naturally, he knocked on the front door next door, where he would find Koushiro, whom he knew to be another single male in their group, other than Daisuke and Iori.

Koushiro let Takeru in, and as Takeru took a few steps, he couldn't help but notice a fresh scent - light, but noticeable.

"Is Taichi around?" Takeru asked, and wondered if Taichi had walked out a short time ago.

"He's actually been with Sora all day," Koushiro replied.

"Then, are you wearing cologne?" Takeru thought aloud.

Koushiro appeared to freeze, as though he had been caught.

"Oohh…" Takeru felt a sly remark coming on at this realization. He remembered his delight when he teased Yamato as a preteen, and Takeru had noticed that Yamato had worn their father's cologne to school.

"Please, don't push this, Takeru," Koushiro said, simply, though his cheeks were turning red. He turned to the fridge to grab Takeru a drink, but Takeru couldn't stop smiling. Was Koushiro going on a date tonight? Or was he bringing them over? Takeru urged to find out.

"So, Taichi's out tonight, then?"

"Yup. Daisuke wanted me to try out his improved ramen recipe though, so he's coming over."

"Oh." Takeru was not surprised at this typical Daisuke behavior.

"He's making a big batch, so he wants everyone else to come over and try it."

"...Oh." Takeru quirked his brow at Koushiro, surprised at the fact that he let Daisuke freely invite people to the apartment that wasn't even his. "And you're letting him do this?

Koushiro shrugged. "Sure. It will be the usual crowd, anyway. Everyone from your place, Miyako, Iori, and Hikari."

"No way, Hikari?" Takeru let out a surprised gasp. "I haven't seen her in a while! I asked if she wanted to meet up yesterday to catch up. But she said she had plans."

"I see," Koushiro replied, his cheeks turning redder, for some reason.

Takeru couldn't figure out what could have caused Koushiro's embarrassment, so he attempted to lighten the mood.

"Well, it'll be good to see her today, then. And if we're having a get together, I guess that gives me the honor of being your first guest, right?"

"At least it's you and not Daisuke himself."

Koushiro smiled while Takeru grinned back.

"Need help with anything, then?"

"Nah, Daisuke said he would bring everything over. I suppose you can hang out here while we wait."

"Okay. Mind if I use your bathroom?"

"Not at all."

Takeru looked forward to having a laid back time with Koushiro while they waited for everyone else to arrive. Especially when Taichi wasn't around, Koushiro kept to himself, save for the occasional shouts and reactions while he played his games. Sometimes Takeru liked to play against him, sometimes he watched the gameplay.

When Takeru walked into Koushiro's bedroom on the way to the bathroom, he noticed Koushiro take a seat at his computer, another thing that Takeru was used to seeing. He was also used to seeing Koushiro's room to be tidy and his bed made. But as he stepped toward the bathroom, Takeru's eyes caught a glint of something unusual, a small, sparkling item on the carpet near the bed, out of place from the otherwise clean and tidy room.

"A hairclip…?" Takeru said aloud. He picked it up and held it up close with the childlike curiosity that never left him since he was initially the youngest of the group. The hair clip was purple that shone from specks of glitter, with stars designed at the tips.

Takeru heard Koushiro yelp, and before he could turn to look, the clip had already been swiped from his hand.

"Alright, there, Kou…?" Takeru asked, eyeing Koushiro curiously at his heightened expression, the hairclip now securely enclosed in the palm of his hand.

"I'm fine! It's nothing!" Koushiro replied, his arms waving frantically and the tone of his voice unnaturally higher as he laughed it off.

Takeru tilted his head. "If you wanted to say you were experimenting with hair accessories, I wouldn't judge," he remarked in a joking tone.

"I'm not- I mean-!"

Takeru perked his head up at that answer. There were a lot of things that Koushiro kept to himself, but he was also good at telling the truth. And also easy to read when he was hiding something.

The speculation of a possible new side of Koushiro coming to light gave Takeru a surge of excitement to find out more. First, the cologne. And now, the hair clip. Was Koushiro seeing someone?

"Ohh! If it doesn't belong to you, then does it belong to someone else? Did someone else leave it here?"

"DON'T," Koushiro said forcefully, taking Takeru aback. "Don't. Push this, Takeru."

"Okay, okay…" Now it was Takeru's turn to put his palms up in surrender. "I won't."

"Please don't tell anyone about this, either. Promise me."

Takeru paused for a moment as he took note of Koushiro's adamant stare. Whatever he was hiding must have meant a lot to him, and Takeru respected him too much to go against his own word. So, the next thing he held out was his fingers curled into his palm, save for his pinky raised.

"I promise."

Koushiro rolled his eyes, the same way Yamato or Taichi would whenever he did that. But Koushiro hooked his own pinky around Takeru's, and Takeru sealed his promise to him with a smile.

#digimon fanfiction #koukari #noctiswriting #the grand enlightenment #koukari fanfiction

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Sooo back at the end of January and beginning of February, I was suppose to adopt a cat and I couldn't cause the shelter discovered she was pregnant.

TL;DR I think I'm still destined to adopt this cat.

For awhile, I've talked with my mom about getting a new cat. My cat I have now is rather anti-social and is a spirit cat. She's formed a bond with me and absolutely nobody else. So naturally I feel it's time to get her a feline friend. My cat is probably very lonely when the family goes away on vacation since we kennel the dog and leave her by herself. Yes, the neighbor comes in every other day, but for all the years she's watched over Galaxy-Kitty, she's never been able to pet or see the cat.

So moving on, I finally decided that as much fun as a kitten would be, I didn't want to put in the work. So I decided to do like how I did with Galaxy and adopt a year old cat. My family is a very big Disney family, and my mom wanted a Disney name. Since my dog is named after Star Wars, I figured we'd continue the space theme, but I like the idea of a Disney themed cat. So looking on the shelter, I find a female cat named Nala. She was in foster care perfectly healthy and a year old. So I talked things over with my mom and we decided to try welcoming Nala to the family. The cat is suppose to be really social and not at all spirit. So I started the application process and, I passed the interview and was ready to adopt Nala.

Just to be clear, all this happened at the end of January beginning of February. The shelter called and we set up a day to pick up the cat a day after she was suppose to get spayed. Welp then the unthinkable happened. The shelter called on Thursday and they discovered through blood and urine test that the cat was evidently very pregnant! Not gonna lie, I was truly disappointed because I was excited to meet Nala. Now the cat has to stay in foster and deliver her babies and stay with them until they're old enough to be adopted out.

The shelter had apologized, and I think they were baffled about the pregnancy discovery as well. They were nice and told me that I could pick out another cat, or they could hang on to Nala for me. So I told them to hang on to Nala while I secretly looked at other cats. Unfortunately, no other cat had been calling out to me like Nala. Her description said she was a social butterfly, and I instantly knew I wanted this cat.

So today, on March 16, I finally called the shelter to check on Nala. She had 5 kittens, and all went according to plan. The crazy part is that she had her kittens on my birthday, February 23rd! I think I'm still destined to adopt Nala. The planets and the stars just keep aligning.

#cat story #cat distribution system #cat adoption #story time

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the-mess-of-a-dreamer · 11 months

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June 13, 2023

You asked me why you missed me so much.

I answered because you’re a nut.

But the real answer is it’s for the same reason that I miss you.

We’ve asked each other the same question over and over…”is there anyone that will ever be able to understand me like you do.” The answer is is of course not.

I think the thing about us is that we are both perfectly imperfect for one another. Everything in the world screams the stars are not aligned and yet we stare at the sky still waiting for the sign.

I see the almost, the what if’s, the if only a million times in my mind. I replay every song and dance and think what if I have moved differently would it have changed anything? The answer is probably not.

I remember you messaging me during the “wait for me to grow closed to God period so i can be with you.” You asked me to come outside at 1 in the morning and i hadn’t heard from you in weeks. I said no because the alarm was on but really I hadn’t washed my hair and I had no makeup on and glasses and I was worried that you would show up and see me like that and be like…this is the girl that I thought I missed??? I always wonder if I had just said yes and rushed to wash my hair and put my contacts in would you have stayed? I know it’s silly but it’s a moment I’ve thought about almost every week.

I also replay swan ball and me being on a trip and you were supposed to take Jacqueline so that I wouldn’t be jealous and you took Anna. I’ve thought a million times if only my mother had let me skip the trip and I’d gone with you. Would things be different????

I wonder if you had gone to formal with me in October after you broke the news to me at chappies would you have changed your mind?

What if I reached out to you when you lived in Montgomery during college would you have met me at the capital steps and us watch the clock strike midnight?

If I had met you before I was married to give you the letter in private would anything have changed? You see I knew even though to meet you alone would be dangerous for me and I tried to make sure as many people would be there as possible. What if I asked you to meet me at buds instead…would things be different?

Probably not. I think you loved anna and you didn’t want to risk losing her. I think I would still be too afraid of you knowing me and not liking what was underneath my mask.

Somehow though through all of the anger and the sadness I still wouldn’t change knowing you. Knowing you is one of the few joys this life offers. Talking with you is the best past time.

Embarrassingly enough when I have panic attacks I sometimes wish I could just have a podcast you reading to me to calm me down. I don’t care the topic. Listening to you talk just brings me peace.

My dream is hard to encompass but it’s not just you in my mind. You’ve lived there for almost 11 years now but it’s to always be in relation with you. Always be known by you and vice versa. Whenever I see a shooting star, a dragon fly, or literally anything to wish on it’s the someway somehow we can stay in each others lives and not bring each pain. I don’t know how that works or what it would look like but I have to believe there is a version of the universe where that exists. But I am just glad to be in a world where you exist.

-MV

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huggybug · 2 years

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meet the parents - trevor zegras

word count: 0.7k words

request: can you do one with Trevor zegras where he’s gonna meet your family for he first time and he’s super nervous about it? by @iamveryborrrreddd ❣️

“Trevor, your hair is going to fall out if you keep touching it” You look at your boyfriend who has been freaking out in the other side of the Uber the entire 20 minutes it has taken for you to get from the hotel to your parent’s house.

“I just want it to look good” He mumbled before fluffing his hair again with his left hand. His schedule had somehow aligned perfectly with Spring Break which landed both of you in Seattle at the same time for a few days.

“You always look good Trev” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend who’s grin was bright enough to light the city.

“I want to make a good impression on your parents” You know he’s been worried about meeting your parents for a while now. You met his last month when they came to Anaheim and it went well but that didn’t mean he had nothing to worry about.

“You’ll be fine, trust me”

“Yeah that’s what they always say” Trevor snickered and you turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“How many times have you been in this situation before Mr. Zegras?” You were trying to joke around to ease his nerves but you weren’t exactly sure it was working.

“Shut up, I just need to do good tonight so let me focus” You laughed. You knew he hadn’t really been in a relationship as serious as yours is which meant the whole ‘meeting the parents’ things was basically brand new for him. You decided to cool it on the jokes and instead let him ask any questions he had. You spent a couple minutes reminding him of your parents names, their occupations, and anything else he wanted to know. It was cute that he was so nervous about meeting them and it showed you how much he really cared about you.

…

“Mom, Dad, this is Trevor” You do the classic introduction and you try to hold back your laughter when Trevor formally reaches out to shake their hands which your dad accepts but your mom pulls him into a tight hug.

“It’s lovely to meet you both” Trevor’s spine is ramrod straight and it’s absolutely hilarious.

“Stop being weird, they’re going to love you” You whisper in his ear as you sit down together across from your parents.

“So, Mr. Big Hockey Star, what are your intentions with our daughter?” You almost spit out your water when your dad’s focus settles on Trevor who is now paler than a ghost.

“I- uh…” Trevor stumbled over his words, looking to you for help.

“I’m just kidding, we’re not like that. However, I’m not about the hockey star part though, I saw that play you made the other night. Quite the show stopper” You started laughing and Trevor eventually let out a few nervous chuckles. The conversation flows from hockey onto life in Anaheim and you can see Trevor’s nerves dissipate quickly.

“Holy shit it’s Trevor Zegras” You turn in your chair to see your younger brother and his best friend standing in the doorway.

“Really B?” Ever since you told him about your new boyfriend, he’s been dying to meet him and you had a feeling he’d want to parade Trevor around like a shiny toy to his friends.

“I’m Brendan” He shot forward, shooting a smile at Trevor who gave a halfhearted laugh before introducing himself to your brother and his friend. Words started flying out of his mouth a mile a minute, asking for tips on hockey while also somehow asking for an introduction to Sidney Crosby.

“Bren, stop harassing our guest” Your mom scolded which made everyone laugh.

“It’s fine, really but I don’t think I can get you that meeting with Crosby, maybe give me a couple years” Trevor answered smoothly and his answer was enough to satisfy Brendan enough for him to shut up.

…

Once you were in the safety of the car, Trevor deflated, letting all the air out of his lungs. “How did I do?”

“You were amazing Trev, they are definitely obsessed” He beamed as your squeezed his hand in reassurance.

“Good because I don’t know if I could just live with them hating me for the rest of my life” You giggled at his wide eyes that were full of relief.

“You’re planning on keeping me around that long?” Your playful jab is brushed away as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead.

“As long as you’ll let me”

#trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras fic #anaheim ducks #hockey writing #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #nhl players

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Nevertheless: Wishful Thinking [3]

[completed] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

synopsis: why would the college flirt want anything to do with the innocent heartbreaker? a [somewhat] nevertheless au featuring tbz's eric son young jae

genre [per chapter]: suggestive material, smut *this series is a smut series so* please don't read if you're uncomfy. if you're underaged and you still wanna read, i'm not stopping you. i don't care because that's your responsibility to know what's fiction and what's not.

word count: i genuinely don't fucking know i think it's at least 4k WHY THE FUCK IS IT GETTING LONG ERJSJSJSJDNAKD

taglist: @from-xero @taeyongandfree @ten-gift @louvyves @sweetutopia @yyyereum @jung-breadshop @sunwoowuvbot @mashedpotittiess

protip: links of BGM are linked~

{this is a work of fiction}

eric swipes his thumb across his bottom lip and drags his index finger over the tip of his nose, tongue still sucking on his teeth as if it hadn't already been a day.

he was sitting on the other side of the tutorial room and you just so happened sat in a spot where he was the first person in your view when you looked up.

stupid hexagonal tables.

the moisture in your mouth suddenly evaporates, leaving your tongue dry like sandpaper against the roof of your mouth.

the lustful blanket over his eyes threaten to rip your mentality apart, and even without him touching you, the heat in your abdomen starts to clench and throb.

the thought crosses your mind, just so you can convince yourself: if eric can associate himself with sex within your primal instincts then the brain that got you here can associate him with a big, fucking, red flag.

you suck in a deep breath and hold it for awhile, eyes plastered to the ipad under your palms. crossing your legs tightly, your jeans hug your hips and waist all too perfectly.

yujeong had smacked one of her baseball friends earlier that day for staring at your legs.

after the likes of wooseok's party and the incident yesterday, you made it an effort not to show up in dresses or skirts anymore. call it ptsd, call it trauma, call it not wanting to get into trouble.

whatever it was, you didn't want eric anywhere near you.

well, despite how good he mad-

"can you stop eye-fucking him from across the room?" yujeong harshly whispers at you, glaring at you from the corner of her eyes.

"what?" throwing your tied-up hair to your other shoulder, you tilt your face to her.

"what do you mean 'what'?" yujeong hisses, nodding to the boy across the room. "y'all are fucking in your heads!"

"yes, broadcast it to the entire class, would you, please?" the sarcasm drips off your tongue with a frown.

"I'm just saying if you want him so bad then just go get a room. fucks' sake, go find a practice room or something."

"i think I'll go with 'or something'."

and in that second, your iPad lights up with a notification from the school email account.

yujeong parts her lips with a retort, but you quickly shush her by pressing a finger to your lips when the professor seemed to glance over at the two of you.

she inhales a deep breath, spotting the notification pop up on her laptop screen too.

to: all students

from: the college union

title: dance union winter getaway

dear students,

every year, more than 200 students apply for the dance union but only 20 are accepted. thus, it is of high regard that the members of the dance union utilise the annual winter getaway to bond.

this year's event will be held at lake white. all students in the dance union with leadership positions are expected to be present and those with valid reasons of absence are required to fill up the form attached to this email.

if you're interested in joining the dance union, please apply in the first week of the new academic year. applications open first week of the semester.

regards,

the student union

staring wide-eyed at the email with your apple pencil trembling in your fingers, you gulp.

fuck.

yujeong's lowly snicker sounds from next to you, and you look to her, only to watch a bright smile stretch across her face.

"what?" she snorts, tears in her eyes. "don't look at me. look at your captain."

your neck snaps to the boy across the room, who's got his phone lifted with the screen displaying the email page. he waves it around a little, raising a brow with a menacing shimmer flashing across his eyes.

your blood begins to boil without reason.

why were you suddenly stuck to him? it's like the planets and stars aligned just so he glue himself to you; so he could ruin your title and rip you apart, inch by inch.

your fists clench around the apple pencil, and you're only snapped out of your inner rage when the professor calls on you.

yujeong leans into the lockers with her books against her chest, mindlessly scrolling through her phone as you go on incessantly about the student union's decision to make it mandatory.

you swing the locker door so hard that it bounces off its limit and nearly comes back down onto your hands, but you stop it before it does.

"how does the fucking winter getaway improve our bonds?" you hurl a textbook into the locker. "it's not like we're gonna sit in a circle and sing hallelujah, right?"

"you went for that getaway last year-"

"yeah, and we did nothing besides getting shitfaced! fuck this stupid winter getaway."

"sis, say that any louder and your 'innocent heartbreaker' image is gonna change into something more like 'brutal heartbreaker'."

"don't fucking call me that," you hurl another book into your locker. "and why does everybody talk like that nowadays? 'say that any louder'? where was that from? a movie? a tiktok?"

"why are you so on edge?" yujeong pushes herself off the metal doors and frowns. "you've been on edge ever since wooseok's party."

"i am always on edge."

"what?" yujeong pulls her lips up into a slight wince as her eyes half into squints. "bullshit. what happened to your little 'innocent heartbr-"

"don't," you lift a finger, shutting your eyes and stopping her. "say another word."

yujeong raises both her brows, smirk plastered to her face as she readjusts her bag. "don't worry."

you look up at her, placing the last item in your locker.

"i don't have to."

"what?"

"so," then that godforsaken voice rings from behind you, and all your physical senses start to shut down one by one.

yujeong sees right past it, smirk turning into something less devious as she puffs her cheeks.

"about the winter getaway."

"i'll leave the two of you at it."

"what? no-"

"bye!"

"yujeong-"

she turns and strides off, short hair lathered around her neck. she waves with a bright grin, leaving you to back face the vicious heartbreaker.

you remain rooted to the ground, locker door wide open and bag slung around your right shoulder. eric waits until yujeong disappears down the hall, leaving a few other students within the vicinity to turn and stare at the two infamous dance captains.

eric walks to your side, reaching out and resting his palm on the outer edge of your locker.

"we're in open space," he smiles, gradually pushing the locker door inwards and closing it for you. then he rests his palm against the metal door, sandwiching you again. "there's not much i can do to you."

a few students turn to stare.

"unless you want me to."

"stop it."

"stop what?" he smirks and buckles his arms, forcing you to lay your back flat against the metal surface. "I'm not doing anything."

"then what are you doing now?" you frown and look up at him, knuckles whitening around your bag straps.

"having a conversation."

someone fishes a phone out, and the flashlight flickers.

eric whirls around, keeping his arm anchored to the locker.

"stand down, kid."

"sorry," he fumbles with the phone, and now you'll never know if he actually took a picture.

"anyway-"

"look, i don't know what kind of game you're playing but this isn't healthy for us if we are supposed to work together. especially with the winter getaway coming up."

eric licks his lips and lowers his head, smiling at the sudden cast of professionalism.

"it flatters me that you don't care too much about having fucked outside of wooseok's garage-"

"eric-"

"nor getting fucked out in the practice room-"

"eric-"

"or even the fact that you tied up your hair today-"

"i tie up my hair whenever i fucking want to."

"ooh," eric winces at the snap, his pearly whites glimmering under the lighting. "the 'innocent heartbreaker' is angry!"

"will you shut the fuck up?"

"aw," he coos, leaning into you and breathing down your philtrum. "make me."

your fists finally clench, jaws locked and temples tightened.

"I'll rip off your dick if you touch me again. now, back off."

you press your palms flat into his chest and shove him away, breaking him into light chuckles as he stumbles back.

you pull your bag back onto your shoulder, turning sharply and stomping off.

"hey! we still need to meet up to discuss the plans for lake white!"

the scent of half-painted canvases with acrylic paint washes through your nose when you enter your room.

it's definitely bigger than what a normal room should look like, but it's not your fault that both your parents work under Lee Enterprises, the country's telemarketing company.

the studio corner of your room is in a mess, and you're just halfway done painting the edges of your mirror.

which for specific reasons, you can't really look at it anymore.

the peculiar object you chose to decorate the glass surface hang idly on the corner of the frame, reflecting the afternoon sun spilling into the room.

eric son: so when do we discuss the plans for lake white?

eric son: i don't like to procrastinate

"'discuss the plans for lake white'," mumbling under your breath, you dump your bag into the corner of your room, huffing and resting your hands on your hips. "he's the damn captain, isn't he? he can do it on his own."

notification: acrylic paint to be delivered today

your phone automatically links up with the bluetooth speaker in the room, and you mindlessly tap on the shuffle button before pulling off your shoes.

eric son: okay so I'm thinking groups of four

you pull off your jacket and let the ends of your ponytail brush across your back where the camisole doesn't cover, cool air rushing across the hairs on your skin.

eric son: we can play truth or dare

the bass rumbles through the flooring as you pull off your jeans, throwing on one of those open-holed shorts that no one was ever going to see you in - not even yujeong.

the doorbell rings, yanking you out of your mental rage session over eric son.

acrylic paint.

picking up a cardigan and tying it around your waist, you jog down the stairs and pull open the door without hesitation.

She's just that type of girl

"what. in the world. are you doing here?"

eric tilts his head to the side, his eyes running the length of your body - all the way down to your feet and back up.

"you weren't replying my texts so i thought-" then he raises both hands from his sides, taking a step back and gesturing to your front porch like he owned it. "what better way to have your presence than to go to you?"

"how do you know where i live?" a frown befalls your brows, and your grip tightens on the door handle.

"it's in the school records for student leaders," he offers you a smug shrug, taking a step back to where he was previously standing.

your lips part in an attempt to challenge his explanation, but then he waves it off with a cheeky snicker. "I'm joking. yujeong told me."

"now, why the fuck would she give you my address?"

"hey, captain to captain! plus she knows i won't hurt you."

a scoff runs off your tongue. "you want me to believe that you won't hurt me?"

eric's tongue darts across his lips as he leans on the door frame. "not in your house. oh, i wouldn't dare, princess."

with a huff, you blink away the eye contact first, taking a step back and tugging on the door. "don't fucking call me that."

but his hand flies out and thuds against the wood, keeping the door open. he slowly steps forward, letting himself in.

"then what should i call you?"

"names exist," you step back and grip onto the empty arms of your cardigan around your waist. he closes the door, pulling the chain to lock it.

"then do you prefer y/n or 'innocent heartbreaker'?"

you squint at him, cocking your face at an angle as you back up again.

the answer settles in your head, but you can't say it out loud.

because he's already debunked it.

She's just that type of girl

"fun playlist," eric nods up the stairs, arm stretching out to you and snaking around your waist.

"don't fucking touch me-"

then his other hand circles you as well, his arms around you as he holds you to him, lowering his face into yours. an arching back tries to keep his face off yours, but any more and your spine would've snapped into two.

his nose presses into your cheek as he slots his lips between yours, and the world goes into a muffled silence for a few seconds.

or maybe that was just your playlist moving on.

your nails dig the inside of your clenched palm, fists against his chest as he pulls you up to deepen the kiss, lips moving with yours in some intricate dance of dominance.

on beat with the distant bass coming from your room.

he lets out the first groan, his hands gradually sliding down your back and groping the flesh of your rear that's poking out from under your shorts.

the harsh grip squeezes a whimper out from you, your entire body cringing forward into him and closing the gap between you. with one palm still holding onto your ass, the other comes back up in between your shoulder blades, keeping your chest plastered to his.

eric turns you around, holding you against the wall that leads up to the stairs. your back is flat against the surface, hair stuck to the felt of the wall with your thigh being pulled up over his pelvis.

We should just calm down and fuck some time

then he pulls away and huffs, lips hung wide open and his eyes completely lost in yours. in a low growl, subtly shakes his head as if to disapprove your disobedience against the song lyrics.

"oh, we fucking should."

eric doesn't bother waiting for a response before dipping his nose into your jaw, lips latching onto the tender skin of your neck.

"you coming here-" a jolt of bliss rushes through you when he finds a tender spot, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you close and against the wall. "-was not an invitation-"

the cologne on his clothes starts to intoxicate you like alcohol does to any normal person, the scent of his hair and his clothes wafting and shuffling all around you.

"but you don't hate me being here, do you, princess?" he mumbles into your skin, nipping at the spot behind your lobe. your eyes flutter shut, fists clenching against his shoulder blades.

"come on," he whispers. "we've done it outside and in a practice room, surely you must feel more comfortable in your own bed?"

your eyes widen upon the suggestion, the thought of that cursed object hanging over the corner of your mirror in the room suddenly pulling your soul back into your body.

"no, we can't."

eric pulls away from you, lips reddened from the nipping. they are apart, and his breathing slows as he studies your face.

the panic in your eyes is far too grave for him to miss.

"why not?"

gulp.

"you don't happen to-"

"it's not a vibrator."

eric raises his brows, caging you between his arms as he corners you further, chest on yours and his lips right above your lashes.

"perhaps a-"

"it's not a dildo either."

he pouts in slight disappointment when he can hear the stark honesty in your voice.

his chest rises and lowers under his shirt, listening to your breathing that hitches in your throat every now and then; observing your discipline to keep your eyes away from him.

"you're not gonna tell me what it is?"

glaring at him through the corner of your eye, you shake your head with a resounding 'no'.

he pauses.

then he leans into your ear.

"you being scared is just making me a little more curious, princess."

"curiosity kills the cat."

eric pulls away and slides his arms off the wall. "cats have 9 lives."

the number of sirens that go off in your head spikes, and before you can process his words, he grabs your arm and pulls you onto his shoulder.

"oh my god!" his arm wraps around your lower back, knees against his chest and the world from your eyes upside down as he hoists you up the stairs. "put me down, jesus christ!"

"the more you yell, the more you're gonna regret it, princess," he warns while chuckling to himself. "what could it be, if it's not a dildo or a vibrator?"

then the warmth of his palm reaches up to your shorts, and his fingers dig under the cloth of your underwear.

"fuck, eric-"

all too easily, he pushes a finger into you, your entire body cringing from the sudden intrusion. your eyes blur out just as he makes it to the second floor, and he doesn't need to ask which door he should be heading to.

not when your door has a framed portrait of yourself from last year's concert.

the door creaks open when he pushes the two of you into your room, greeting the sunlight drawn across the floor and his finger still buried inside you.

you heave a sigh when he pulls his finger out and shoves it into his mouth, leaning over your bed to rest you into the cushion.

automatically, his eyes are on high alert, scanning your room. but by the time you've regained your senses and the blood's returned to the rest of your body from your head, he finds it.

resting on the back of your forearms, your breath turns shakey and your eyes twitching from the sight of it dangling off his fingers.

eric turns to look at the mirror, turning the item in his fingers to match the painting of it on the edges.

"so," he returns to you, raising a cocky brow and smirking. "you get high off painting handcuffs on your mirror?"

you tightly shut your eyes as the frown cements into your forehead.

"fuck."

eric scoffs, tongue dragging across his upper lip as he walks towards you and lifts a knee to your bed, the other following.

"this really makes me question how you even got your reputation," eric jingles it from his fingers, his free hand reaching down to draw circles on your right ankle.

"it's just acrylic paint. i paint something new every month-"

"and so your choice for november was... handcuffs?" he wraps his hot fingers around your ankle and yanks you downwards, your crotch nearly meeting his knees.

"it's not my fault you decided to play this game the month i decided to get something remotely inappropriate."

"'remotely inappropriate'," eric repeats, smiling as he lowers himself. the handcuff still within his right hand, his left draws trails up your right leg, playing with the rim of your shorts where they were already riled up enough to expose a bit of your underwear. "so, tell me princess. why did you choose this-"

he holds it up and jingles it over your nose. "to paint?"

"surely it's not because it's pretty."

"or maybe you think it'll look pretty around your wrists?"

eric reaches for your hands and you struggle upon instinct, he pins your dominant hand down first and clips the first cuff around your wrist.

"eric-"

he finds your free hand and connects both your wrists, clipping the other cuff despite your struggling.

eric sucks a deep breath, then parts his lips to exhale. pushing himself off you, he pulls your shorts off first, eyes trailing across every inch of your body with your wrists cuffed together.

the thoughts wash through you involuntarily.

the wooden planks. the dress. the torn underwear.

the mirror. the fogging. the skirt.

the tears collect in the corners of your eyes even before he can completely get it off your ankles.

then he pulls your legs apart for him to lock them in place with his own thighs, crouching over your body like a lion devouring his prey.

he pushes your arms up and above your head, making it difficult for you to bring them back down with your wrists bound together.

his breath is hot on your chest where he first dips his nose into, tongue swiping across the skin of your heaving ribs. hands coming up your waist and pushing them up your torso, it exposes your ribcage and bra.

inch by inch, he breaths down the length of your torso, from your chest and over to your stomach with your camisole rolled up messily over your bra.

upon reaching the rim of your underwear (and heaving stomach as you pant and huff in a bid to calm your nerves), he stops and looks up at you.

"thank god you rejected wooseok."

then both his hands come down to your chest to rip apart your camisole, pulling it out from under you before he unbuckles your bra.

you swallow the first whimper already on the tip of your tongue, but your stomach plunges and your back arches violently when he takes the tip of your breast between his lips.

left hand coming round to grip your other, his right travels down to play with your sensitivity, forcing your body into subtle jolts with the overwhelming sensation.

he tugs on your tip, grazing it between his teeth before releasing it and latching his lips onto the tender flesh in a bid to make his mark.

your brows finally furrow into a frown of bliss, jaw hung agape though struggling to contain the lewd noises prancing about in the back of your throat.

he rolls the other tip between his index finger and thumb, sucking and kissing the reddening flesh of your chest.

and down below, he's pushed your underwear aside, thumb abusing your sensitivity and buckling your hips upwards.

he provides you one sharp bite on your tip, earning a strained hiss from between your teeth. it feeds his pride, for he removes himself off you completely and stares down at you, admiring the painting he's made on your chest.

hickeys.

grip marks.

and the wet patch on your underwear between your legs.

he turns and shifts off the bed, leaving you to catch your breath and cross your legs over one another.

the clacking about in your studio corner drives the tears into your eyes, listening to the lid of the box where you keep your paint come off.

you shut your eyes, resigning to fate.

for your body is in burning need and the discipline to go against his word has betrayed you.

you hear his belt come undone, the weight of his clothes hitting the carpeted ground before the mattress around your legs sink again.

"oh... princess~" he sings, coaxing you out of your mental begging that this was just a nightmare.

a corner drags across your stomach, and your eyes fly open to see his fingers wrapped around a bottle of acrylic paint, completely oblivious to him pulling your underwear off your legs.

black.

the only color that was still relatively abundant.

then the sight of his nudity drives you up a wall inside your head; better yet, driving your resignation up against your own skull.

the lines of his pelvic bone leading down to his manhood all for your eyes to feast on, and even if you wanted to look away, you couldn't.

fuck.

"listen to me very carefully, princess..." he shakes the bottle, then proceeds to unscrew the cap. "I'm sure you don't want any of these on your bed, right?"

chills run through your body when he tilts the bottle over, squeezing the paint onto his palms.

"so," he blinks back to you, eyes wide and cautious. "my advice?"

and with that, he carefully caps the bottle, effortlessly tossing it over his shoulder and back into the box.

he presses his palms together, spreading the paint across his skin.

"don't move too much."

with a wide grin, he smudges the paint into your thighs and up your stomach, sliding the paint all the way to your breasts where he offers a harsh grip.

he doesn't give you a chance to respond to that before he slides himself into you, your neediness allowing him entrance far too easily.

by now, your body was somewhat conditioned to recognise his size, but the idea of him buried deep inside you and his groaning coating the room makes you a little more feral; a little more insane.

the whimper that runs off your tongue is mercilessly lapped up by him when he leans over to kiss you, tongue shoved into your mouth in a bid to shut you up.

he rolls his hips back and forth, unwilling to stop and definitely unwilling to give you any kind of mercy when it comes to making you lose your grip on reality.

he pulls away and resumes an upright position, abs flexed and his palms still gripping onto your chest like his life depended on it.

but eric seems to be a little on edge himself, for this was his first time seeing all of you under him, instead of your humility covered by a dress or a skirt and worrying about being caught in school.

no.

now, he can feast his eyes on you like the predator he is.

not only does he decide to leave his own marks, but marks that you gave him access to.

his handprints are black on your skin and the entire bed is jerking along with every thrust he's offering you.

you finally let out a strained cry, tears collecting in your eyes with the bliss rushing through you over and over again like a broken record. eric's breath turns shaky, and his grip on you begins to loosen when his thighs start to convulse.

by some miracle, the last thrust hits your climax and he pulls out almost immediately after to coat the paint on your stomach with himself.

cream on black.

eric huffs arrogantly, taking deep breaths to retain his breathing as he releases you, stepping back to take in the sight of you in your own bed, ruined by him.

"you definitely look pretty in cuffs."

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A/N: My take on What if Peter was in Wandavision? But with a twist ;) Beta read by my wifey @stars-aligning 🥰🥰

Warnings: canon typical voilence? mentions of death. Also the timeline doesn’t really make sense, just pretend everyone is of the same age. OH and Wandavision spoilers :)

WC: 9k (longest one shot I’ve ever written 😭)

Pairing: Peter Parker x ex!Reader

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"Ben? What's wrong? Why are you looking at her like that?"

"I- I don't. I don't know. She seems familiar."

"Familiar? Familiar how?"

"Like her and I don't belong here. Like we're from another world."

Working with Tony Stark as his intern, then head of the R&D and now working in the labs as the head of the department felt surreal, a fresh breath of air every time he looked at his desk, with his name written on it. It had been Peter’s dream to meet Tony Stark, maybe work with him too.

And then he got bit by a radioactive spider, giving him super strength, super eyesight and apparently super luck too, because though he liked to think that he was working in SI due to his intelligence, the spider bite did play a role in becoming his mentor’s favourite intern, without which he might have not had a chance to meet him hands on.

Tony kept reminding him that even if Peter had not been bit by the spider, he would have still secured a high position in Stark Industries, with his disarming intelligence that rivaled Tony’s own and charmingly trippy personality.

Peter begged to differ. But then again, he wasn’t one to look a gift horse in it’s mouth. Ever since he was a bushy haired, rosy cheeked jittery teenager, he had always worshiped the ground Tony walked on.

Peter remembers the day he got an anonymous letter, which turned out to be SHIELD's handiwork, asking him to join them in their base in New York, even if he insisted that he wasn't interested in being a superspy wannabe. He was skeptical at first, why would the most paranoid of paranoid agents send him a letter in mail? Him, twenty three years old Peter Parker, who lives in a shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn with termite issues and smokes weed like the government is going to ban tobacco and is barely able to take care of himself with the overload of work.

Maybe it was just his Parker luck, or the fact that he was a freelance vigilante who looked after New York in a skintight spandex suit, because the safety of the people was apparently second in priority to the government. They'd rather have people die than have an illegal protector.

Yeah so Peter was salty, and what about It?

Slinging his satchel higher, he saw the sleek black car in confusion, trying to get a look at the number plate before the lift binged on arrival, walking into the open door. He swore he was either hallucinating or in midst of an intense flashback of the events that lead to what people dubbed as the 'Civil War', back to when he had been shaken out of his mind watching Tony Stark eat his aunt’s homemade walnut date loaf that had more salt than sugar.

His thoughts were put to a halt when he entered his and his aunt's old apartment in Queen’s after a long week of Spidey on mission and nearly getting (illegally) fired, footsteps coming to a pit stop. It's not like it's everyday you come face to face with Agent Coulson, Nick Fury and your ex not- really- girlfriend, somehow all in one day all together.

"So… um. What are you- What are you guys doing here again?" he asked, folding his hands on his chest defensively, leaning into his aunt's side as he whispered, "how long have they been sitting here?" from the corner of his mouth.

Fury raised a non-existent eyebrow, looking at him with a dagger for eye, making Peter shift nervously. Agent Coulson looked uncomfortable and You, You looked strangely in your element, sitting on the couch with one leg over the other, a neutral expression on your face.

Back when he was still in high school, when he'd first met you, he used to be in awe of how outgoing you were, seemingly adjusting in whichever situation you were thrown in. You had always accommodated to your surroundings, but with a start he realised that he had never seen you so… You in a while.

Not during your visit to the Avengers tower, not during the first time you came into his bedroom, all alone. Not when he had seen you take down a mugger on your way home from your first date without even as much as batting an eye.

"They were here ten minutes or so before you came home. It's creepy, as if they knew you were visiting," May answered with a whisper, wearily eyeballing them before moving towards the kitchen, leaving Peter unattended to Your and Fury's piercing gazes.

"I'm sure they know my monthly schedule before I do," Peter said, turning to look at the aforementioned agents. "So... you like, work for SHIELD, too?" He asked, wringing his hands to abate the tension in them.

"Yes, she does, but that's not what we're here for, Mister Parker," Fury said in his gruff voice, sitting back with a sauve expression. Peter gulped as Agent Coulson looked him in the eye, finally noticing the thin file he held in his hands.

"Well what are you here for?" Peter asked, mustering up some confidence as he tried not to look at You or the eye that Fury had that wasn’t covered by the patch.

"We need you to come to Westview, New Jersey with us," You said, a final no nonsense undertone in your voice. He shuddered when he heard you, remembering how soft and sweet you used to be. But that was before you disappeared out of nowhere, and apparently that nowhere was with SHIELD.

"Me as in Peter Parker or Spider-Man?" he asked, looking behind his shoulder to make sure May wasn't listening. It's not like she didn't know about his… nightly whereabouts, he just wasn't comfortable with making her worry. She already had too much to deal with, with the nephew by day and vigilante by night thing he had going on.

It was also a little concerning that the three in front of him knew that he was visiting her today. He wondered if his apartment was bugged (well, more than the daily roaches and ants) or if SHIELD had been keeping an eye on him after he had denied their offer, instead opting to stay in SI.

It was probably the second one, although the first one was entirely a possibility. He was going to need to talk with Mister Stark about debugging his shitty one bedroom apartment in Brooklyn.

"We need Peter Parker and his tech skills for this one," Fury said, before shoving the file in Peter's hands and crossing his own, “and my offer still stands.”

"For the last time, I'm not joining your little murderous boy band," Peter grumbled, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at your twitching lips, as if holding in laughter. "I'm perfectly content with working with Dr. Connors in his little laboratory in SI."

Fury didn’t look convinced and opened his mouth to probably threaten Peter, when Aunt May came in with a tray of cookies. They smelled amazing, too good to be made by her, she probably brought them from Delmer’s.

“Oh- Were you…? I just thought you guys might want to eat something,” She said awkwardly, looking at Peter with pleading eyes.

“That’s very thoughtful of you, May! I would love to eat some of those, I’m famished,” You butt in, taking the tray from her with a smile.

“Um, May, you can um- you know?” Peter gestured, shifting on his legs, hoping that May would get the message before she stood for a minute too long. He didn’t like the way Nick Fury’s eye was looking at him, his tranquilizer gun suddenly visible from his leather jacket.

“Don’t be rude Pete, here May, I’ll help you get that.” You smiled, winking at him and dragging May by her arm, who was mouthing “she’s such a sweetheart” behind her shoulders.

"What if I told you that his man accidently got evicted due to some legal issues? And that now you're legally unemployed with severe financial issues that need to be looked after because the government suspects something illegal brewing?" Fury continued, looking him dead in the eye.

"Are you seriously blackmailing me? Threatening to unemploy me after all that shit you put me through with Mysterio?" Peter defended, raising a disbelieving eyebrow, watching you strutt back into the room, distracted by the sway of your hips in your mom jeans. He tried to shake the image, rolling his head to crack some tension that had built at the base of his skull.

"Mysterio was a mistake, Parker. This one is not; and we really need you for this one. Besides, remember that you're still a vigilante that hasn't signed the Accords of Sokovia."

Peter stiffened that the mention of the Accords. He thought the government was over it after the second amendment after the arrest of Thaddeus Ross, but apparently not.

"You said that last time and I almost died! My ex-girlfriend almost died, my best friend nearly died, heck half of Europe almost died because you Director Fury, apparently trust some superhero wannabe in a green and purple costume and overlook facts that could potentially harm someone. So the answer is clearly no!" he retorted, flopping the file on the table as he resisted the urge to sit on the floor flat on his back.

The three agents were looking at him with an unreadable expression, making him uncomfortable in his skin.

"Well, it's all up to you then." His voice had a finality to it, one that irked him to no end.

"Do I have a choice?" He sighed after a beat, looking at the three of you with a forlorn expression.

"Get your equipment ready, Mr. Parker. We'll be leaving for the camp tonight. You can read the details in this file." He heard Agent Coulson say (he was pretty sure his name was Phil), trying to make sense of how fast everything was going past the chronic tinnitus in his ears.

"It's Dr. Peter Parker," he muttered fruitlessly, blushing under your raised eyebrow.

***

"So, I didn't know you got a PhD. I knew you were smart, still are, considering that you're a PhD at twenty two," You said, sipping on your virgin mojito, and placing the mug in front of you.

Peter had taken you to a cafe after the confrontation, wanting to know more about your whereabouts and how he had not noticed that you were a superspy all of his high school years. You had retorted with a simple "I'm a spy, that's why,” which he found pretty badass.

"Well, yeah, I did my undergraduate and PhD together." He shrugged casually, looking out of the window to avoid looking at you.

You had always been beautiful, but somehow, you had become even more beautiful than the last time Peter saw you.

"That sounds brutal. Only you can manage that," You joked. You weren't going to admit it, but you had missed being with Peter, joking with him and watching his beautiful side profile as he blushed under your scrutinizing gaze.

"So, um. This thing, what is it about?" Peter asked, snapping you out of your daze.

"Huh? Oh it's a long story. Like really long, if this was a TV show it would take five episodes for me to explain." You gestured, dismissing his scowl. "Okay, so you remember that time when that super high security facility was broken in back in december 2019?"

"Which super high facility? There are a lot of break ins happening in high security facilities in America, and it's more than concerning, considering they're supposed to be super high security." He said, fiddling with his own drink.

"Okay, Yeah that's true. It was a S.W.O.R.D facility, and long story short, Wanda Maximoff kidnapped her corpse husband to reenact the dad-knows-best suburban lifestyle with an entire town held as her hostage." You said, looking over your shoulders to make sure no one was listening.

"Wanda stole Vision's corpse? Wait, is this about Westview? 'The Town that ceased to exist'? Is that what happened? Is this some sort of mind control thing? Cause I know she can make people believe what she wants them to..." Peter whispered, leaning in to show that he was interested. You took a moment to admire his front profile, his broken nose and dimpled chin, rosy lips and sharp cheekbones, accidently zoning out on his theories.

Leaning forward, you brought a hand up his face, pushing a stray curl behind his ears, cutting him short of his rambling.

"W-what?" He stuttered, his breath hitching, making the table shake with a wince.

"You have nice hair." You commented with a smirk, caressing his hair one more time.

"You said that in the senior's party too, and well, there's no sex happening anytime soon." He said, rolling his eyes, sitting back in his hair with his hands folded on his chest.

"I like being optimistic." You rolled your own eyes, heart beating a mile a minute at the reminder of your relationship- ex relationship with Peter, "so what were you saying about Westview? I kind of zoned out."

You watched him roll his eyes again, trying not to let your eyes wander around his biceps and the little bit of his collarbones peeking from his shirt, unbuttoned from the top, also exposing the thin chain that he always seems to be wearing. With a start you realised that it was the one you had gifted him on his eighteenth birthday.

"So this town, Westview, it just disappeared right? Behind a barrier of sorts? Is it like, coming from an energy source? Was it created by Wanda? " he asked, ever his inquisitive self.

"Yeah, apparently she's created an alternate reality, sitcom style, with the people of Westview trapped in it."

"So she's basically starring in a fanfiction alternate reality of sorts but a sitcom format? Wouldn't blame her, poor woman's been through a lot." He nodded, shifting in his seat. He could feel your eyes burning a hole in his skull, shifting uncomfortably in his chair. "Are you staying in a hotel? Or a shield facility?"

"Nope," You answered, leaning back on your chair. "Am I still allowed to stay in your room? With the doors open?"

He watched you with narrowed eyes, tilting his head with a smirk, replying to you with a nod, "alright."

***

"Did you pack your mittens? The extra warm ones with a built in heater? You know you're susceptible to frost bites-"

"May! I packed my mittens." Peter murmured, ducking his head in embarrassment as he raised an eyebrow at your amused smile.

"Okay, okay, that's great. Socks? Painkillers? Extra pair of glasses?" she asked, fumbling around the room like she did whenever he went on field trips.

"Yes, May!"

"Great. Stay safe, okay?" Her eyes softened, holding his cheeks in his hand like he was a seven year old, living with them with a knowledge of death no seven year old should have. Sighing, he leant into her palm, holding his own hand encompassing her small one. Giving her a smile, he kissed her cheek. “Ti amo, May. I’ll call you once I get there, okay?”

She nodded, pulling him into her embrace, though she knew full well that he’s going to forget to call her, too excited to be in the vicinity of multiple certified geniuses and other figures of authority.

***

"Is there anything I should know about? Like anything unexpected?" Peter asked, looking at the camp in awe as the jeep pulled over makeshift gates, a bunch of soldiers surrounding them.

Peter was used to seeing the hustle and bustle of camps, considering all the missions he had gone through with the Avengers, back when Steve wasn’t retired and the newer generation of avengers hadn’t entered.

“Your blood’s radioactive, right?” You asked, turning to face him with a smile.

“Yeah. Why? Is that relevant?” he replied, raising an eyebrow as he saw someone carrying his bags before he could protest.

“Well, Dr. Lewis found out about this hexagonal anomaly, no one really knows what it is, but the source seems to be emitting huge amounts of radiations,” You said, getting off the jeep, pulling Peter out with you. Walking towards the crowded camp, you came face to face with the tent where everything was set up.

“Doctor Darcy Lewis?” Peter said, looking at the place in awe. It wasn’t extravagant, but the technology surrounding the tent, the vans and what seemed to be a broadcasting antenna were all way beyond the regular one used in tech companies, which is funny, considering he’s been working with Mr. Stark his whole teenage life.

“Yup, that’s her, nerd.”

“So, what exactly is this Hexagon? Is it, like, a barrier of sorts? Can everyone go in?” He asked, looking around with glinting eyes, lips twitching in a smirk as he saw the barrier in question. His super hearing caught the static sound it emitted, wincing at the sharp noises. His boots crunched under the snow as he felt the thing pull him towards it, your voice muffled by the noises of the hex.

It was something he had never seen before, like the static of a TV with a lost signal, glowing red in places as if reaching out to him. His senses seemed dull, the world greying around the way it had before he was bit by the radioactive spider. The spider bite had enhanced his vision in a way that he saw colours not visible to the human eye, a technicolour wonder that even Bruce couldn’t solve.

He felt a tug, looking down at his shoes, wondering if he had just imagined it.

“Mom and dad have been, not fighting, just like different.”

He swore he felt a white light flash in front of him, his spidey sense buzzing at the base of his skull, tingling all the way to his spine as he straightened up to dissipate the feeling, shifting awkwardly.

“Only Captain Rambeau has gone in and come back intact so far. It’s emitting a colossal amount of cosmic microwave background radiation, also known as CMBR, and once you get into it, your mind doesn’t really stay your own, so no one has volunteered other than her. Everyone knows the risk,” You said, startling him, a sharp contrast to the voices that seemed to have suddenly accumulated in his brain.

“If you’re going to break the sound barrier, please just take your brother with you!”

‘Sound barrier?’ he thought, looking back at the hex as it flashed red, the tug strong enough to make him stumble in his place. You looked at him weirdly, asking if he was okay, but he wasn’t listening, turning to ask you what the red flash meant, distortion evident in the barrier.

“Captain Rambeau? The daughter of the director of SWORD?” he asked instead.

“Yeah, that’s her.”

“Damn.” He sighed, running a gloved hand through his hair, and dragging it down his face.

Walking inside the tent, Peter was hit with a face full of cold air, and the hundreds of monitors nearly gave him a sensory overload. The people running around didn’t help, either. “Where do I keep this?” He asked, pointing to his bag full of equipment that Fury had asked for.

“You can set up over here, newbie,” A new voice said chirpily. Turning around, he came face to face with the Darcy Lewis, eyes widening as he took in her smiley presence, another human who he didn't recognise standing behind her. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself! I’m Doctor D-”

“Darcy Lewis, I know- I’m a fan!”

“Aw look at you, you have a fanboy at your hand,” Captain Monica Rambeau said, strutting in and keeping a hand on her shoulder, confidence radiating off of her every pore.

"And… You are?" he asked awkwardly, looking pointedly at the FBI agent. He saw Darcy hide a snicker behind her hand, patting his shoulder and shoving him forward.

The man fell forward, steadying himself on the table before he flicked a card seemingly out of nowhere. "Agent Jimmy Woo, FBI,” he said proudly, a smile on his cute little baby face. Peter was left staring in awe, wondering how he had done that.

"Wait, can you do that again? How did you do that?!"

"It's cool, isn't it? I could teach you if you want."

"Yes, of course, but how did you do it? It appeared out of nowhere and if you take in consideration the law of conservation of mass, it can neither be created nor be destroyed and it just seemed to have accumulated-"

"It's a trick of illusion. You see, when I opened my palms, I-"

"Peter, let's set things up shall we?" You interrupted their session, a smirk on yours and the other women's faces, shaking your head.

Ditching the bag on the counter, he nodded, willing his heart to stop beating out of his chest. This was the coolest thing that had ever happened to him next to Tony Stark sitting on his aunt’s old futon. And the magic trick.

“This is the coolest day of my life,” he whispered, shrugging when you chuckled at his excitement. “Ned’s going to freak out.”

“Wait until you see the schematics and control panels.” You smirked, making him raise an eyebrow as he blushed, the flush apparent from his neck to his ear. The others scattered just as he finished setting his station up, fidgeting with the radio, when the voice of Hayward boomed across the cubicle.

“Ah, Mister Parker!” he says, a faux smile on his face as he looks at the station, making Peter shift uncomfortably. The weird tingling of his spidey-sense came up again, his hand automatically reaching there to scratch at the itch.

“Here we go again,” Darcy muttered, patting Peter’s back, her eye roll loud enough for him to glance at her.

“It- It’s doctor,” he muttered, hearing a “he gets me” from Darcy.

“Very well, Doctor Parker it is, then. I’m Hayward, welcome to SWORD.”

“SWORD? I thought this was a SHIELD thing?”

“...Fury didn’t brief you?”

“He did! He was just very vague, hence why I’m asking. What exactly have I been called here for?”

The silence that took over was palpable, with you shifting awkwardly as Hayward eyeballed them all, looking at the five of them morosely before saying, “Brief him Monica,” and leaving.

“God, is every higher official such a dick here?” Peter grumbled, watching him retreat, shaking his head as he threw the ball of paper he hadn’t noticed he had been fidgeting with.

“See? He agrees, I like him.” Darcy nodded, pulling him with her towards the briefing table.

“This all started when the town of Westview disappeared after the second blip,” Monica said, pulling up holographs that showed the image of people reappearing from the snap, his breathing increasing in pace as he remembered vaguely of his own reappearance.

The whole situation was fucked up. After stealing Vision’s corpse, Wanda had basically resurrected him, holding and controlling thousands of people, an entire fucking town. Looking at the list of all the missing people, his eyes zeroed on to one particular face. He racked his memory to remember who exactly it was, mouth hanging open when he realised who exactly she was.

“Is that… is that Agatha Harkness?” Peter said, pointing at the woman who had no name written under her photograph.

“You know her real name?” Darcy asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows as he nodded, wringing his hands around.

“Yeah, Wanda told me about her, she’s the witch from the Salem trials!”

“How is she significant to the plot, though?”

“She... she mentored Wanda, before she went to the dark side."

In the time he knew Wanda, she had been the sweetest person ever. She was like an older sister he didn’t know he needed, empathising with him on a cosmic level. They had come close before the events of Thanos happened. She was his person, and they shared a lot of secrets, this one being one of them.

“That’s one connection to her. What about the others? She keeps telling Vision that she doesn’t know what’s happening, but when the drone strike happened, she looked straight at the camera, like she knew,” Monica intervened.

“He tried to deploy a drone strike? In front of her children, after knowing very well that she saw her parents die in the Sokovian attack when she was ten? Is he fucking insane?!” Peter seethed, nearly crashing his fist on the table hard enough for cracks to appear on it.

“Peter, hey, calm down! You breaking things is not going to make the situation any better, okay? He already tried to chuck us out of this, you don’t go around breaking things now!” You said, holding him still as his body shook. You had never seen him this angry, and frankly, you would never want to see it again.

Peter was a sweet person, respecting people’s boundaries and always so understanding. He was the embodiment of good, even after living a fucked up life, he never projected his trauma on the other. He wore his emotions on his sleeves, and your heart clenched every single time, seeing him in pain.

"Listen, that's my sister in there, and she has no idea what she's doing. She needs our help and I'll do anything to help that woman and if you guys even think of hurting her I will make sure each of you regret it," Peter hissed, staring daggers at the silent team members of the room.

“Is there any way to reach there?” he asked, more softly than before. Darcy exchanged a look with Agent Woo and Monica, opening her mouth before knowing better and shutting it. “What?! Is there a way to communicate with her?”

“Follow us,” the brown woman said, breathing deeply as she looked at the other two silently.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, fidgeting with your fingers. He hadn't noticed himself holding your hands, your lips twitching when you realised he had done that unconsciously.

“Trust me, I don’t know half the things these ladies do,” Woo whispered, and Peter nodded along seriously.

“Whoa, I feel like there’s a secret underground base here! Is there a secret underground base?”

“Well, it’s not underground, and not really a secret anymore,” Captain Rambeau said, unravelling a curtain, revealing a small space with a million monitors and a wooden desk littered with laptops and too many empty coffee cups.

“This is so cool,” You whispered, watching in awe as Dracy lit up the screens, revealing various codes and stuff you didn’t really understand. Peter was already invested, babbling about codes and addresses and hidden files within hidden files, things that flew over your head at the speed of Darcy’s fingers on the keypad.

Leaning on the table with one hand, Your eye caught a flat round metal looking thing on the ground, picking it up and tracing it with your fingers. “Is this… a bullet?!”

“Yeah, it was hit on that suit, which turns out to be 87% kevlar. That happened when Captain shot at it,” Jimmy answered, giving you a smile as you dropped your jaw.

“She went in wearing a bulletproof vest right? Wanda just… manifested a dress made of kevlar?” You wondered, your words interrupted by Peter’s yelp.

“So, remember how Director Douchebag ordered a drone strike on Wanda?” she said, contemplating her words next as everyone turned towards her. “Turns out he’s been planning something else.”

“What’s that?” Jimmy asked, pointing at the screen, which displayed two boxes full of what seemed like cells.

“That’s Monica’s blood work, he’s been tracking it the whole time. The first time you travelled to the hex? It changed your cellular structure on a molecular level, twice.” She said.

A sombre expression took over the older woman’s face, pursing her lips. “He thinks I’m gaining powers.” Monica nodded.

“I may not be a genetic engineer, but from what I’m seeing here, he’s most likely right,” Peter interrupted, a silence taking over everyone. “He’s keeping track of the enhanced, if I’m not wrong.”

Shaking his head, he clenched his eyes when he heard another voice. You watched him weirdly, reaching to ask him if he was okay, before retracting your hand.

“Chill out sis, it’s not like you can kill your dead husband twice.”

“You’re right. He’s been tracking everyone who’s enhanced, including Vision.” Dracy said, typing something on the screen to show you the map of Westview, pulsing red and blue dots appearing in your sight.

“Do you know what his endgame is?”

“Yeah. Rebooting Vision.”

Peter inhaled sharply, trying not to let his face show the anger inside him as he looked at Monica with wide eyes, both of them looking at each other dangerously, both of them realising same thing.

“Then, I’m going in. Someone needs to tell her,” he said, looking at the others for affirmation.

You took a step back, gulping in anticipation of his words. Reaching out with a hand, you stared at him, hoping he wouldn't lash out. "Peter, you have to know, the hex is a dangerous place. You won't even remember who you are so there’s no point in you going in. You won’t be able to convince her to magically leave her hostages, she’ll just see you as an outsider and throw you out-"

"Captain Rambeau went in and she was able to get out!" he argued.

"Peter, I was tossed out because she saw me as a threat. She might not do that to you but going in that thing is dangerous, especially with your mutations-"

"I don't give a fuck about my mutation! You of all people should know how it feels like to lose family, Monica," Peter said, looking at her. The fire in his eyes spoke volumes. No one dared to intervene.

"Peter, your mutation could potentially kill you. You know the risks of going past the barrier due to your enhancements. The radiations are altering DNA to a molecular level, your cells-”

"-are already metastasizing! My spider DNA is going to get me killed some day because my body won’t be able to handle it anymore, so I don't care, I'm going and that's final." He nodded, puffing his chest to show that he wasn't going to step down.

"Fine, I'll come with you then," You said, looking at him as you said that. A lump formed in your throat as you realised that he was so willing to sacrifice himself, and blood pumped in your veins as determination set in along with a rush of adrenaline.

"Do as you please." He shrugged, pursing his lips, but his eyes were a different story. You felt sick, insides tearing themselves up as you took a good look at him and his pallor, the artificial lights illuminating the scar tissues on his face. Ones that you knew were inflicted by his years of being the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.

***

“Maximoff is never gonna negotiate with us,” Hayward said, circling the table as Monica looked at him with disbelief in her expression. “We’ll need all the guns we have here to stop her.”

“We can’t outgun her, but what we can do is try and talk her out of this. Antagonising her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution!” Monica argued, looking forward.

“She’s already killed thousands during the Sokovian attack. How do you guarantee that she won’t kill another person she finds threatening?!”

“She was guilty about it. It wasn’t her fault, do not bring that into this.”

“Yeah? Well, the guilt isn’t going to bring back the dead children is it?”

"The dead children aren't coming back, but those people trapped in Westview? They can, if you fucking let us!"

"Fine. But someone will be monitoring you."

Negotiations with your boss and commanding team of SWORD concerning the ship was a tough feat. you had finally convinced them to let you and Peter go across the border, but Darcy and Monica were to be on the radio in case everything went amiss.

Sitting in the (illegally acquired) van, you watched Jimmy, who was trying to teach Peter the card trick, invested in the trick yourself. Leaning forward to get a better view, you tried not to let the rush of blood in your cheeks get to you at the close proximity with Peter, heart pounding with every step you took closer to the hex.

“I did it! I finally did it, Y/N, look!” Peter said, showing you the trick, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm.

“That’s great! You should show it to Morgan, she’ll like it.”

“How do you know about Morgan?”

“I know everything.”

You may have been bluffing, but he seemed to have caught on your cue, the awkward tension reappearing as he shifted in his seat, twisting and turning and going back to the magic trick. You tried not to smile, but your mouth never did coordinate with your brain.

“We’re here,” the driver said, parking the van.

“Okay let’s go through this again: Captain Rambeau and Dr. Lewis will be on the radio while you try and get in, stay near a radio as much as you can so we can try and communicate, and do not try to meddle with Wanda,” Jimmy said, going over your checklist.

You were skeptical of the plan, thinking about how successful your mission was going to be, considering how powerful she had become in her own little sitcom. You had heard of her expanding the borders just after you had started driving near it.

“You ready?” Peter asked, taking your hand as you nodded, and wrapped your fingers around his knuckles, before taking a deep breath.

“I’m ready.” You nodded, looking over your shoulders to see the FBI agent giving you a thumbs up, muttering something into the comms. Looking back at Peter, you felt dizzy with the buzzing anxiety, the pull of the barrier strong.

Stepping close to it, you felt electricity buzz in your veins, shuddering at the chilling sensation and sudden exposure to stimuli, your gut twisting the more your hand went in the hexagonal anomaly. You swore you felt your physical being tear apart, your life flashing in front of you in a white hot light, your brain was practically mush with how much force you needed just to get in.

"I thought we would be able to get in easily!" Peter shouts, his screams echoing in your eardrums, mixed with your own screams.

"She's becoming more powerful the longer she stays inside, and so is the hex," You replied, gasping for a breath as you tried to move forward.

With a final scream, you closed your eyes at the static sound bombarded your ears, you couldn't fathom how loud it must be for Peter, sending a look towards him. His eyes were scrunched, hands curled around his head and ears to stop the sound. Before you could comment on his state, your own vision doubled, bright green and magenta lights appearing out of nowhere, the coiling of your gut intensifying, and before you knew it, the strong force pulled you inside, throwing you off on the hard concrete of the road, and everything went dark.

***

“I’m okay. I’m okay. Everything is alright,” Wanda said, repeating the phrase like a mantra as she sat on the couch.

She repeated the phrase like clockwork, just like being a mom to two half synthezoid pre-teens and the gatekeeper of Westview. Snapping out of her daze, she felt something in her brain stir, realising with a start that something had been messing with the barrier-- or, rather, someone.

Closing her eyes, she willed her powers, similar to the ones Tommy had, to look past the barrier, opening her eyes with a flash when she saw a familiar face.

“Peter,” she muttered, the brown eyed boy who she had come to think of as a brother materialising in front of her, dropping on the carpet with a thud as his unconscious form fell on top of Yours. Wanda remembered you from all the stories Peter had told her about.

Crouching down, she reached out to touch you both. Her eyes glowing red as she held a finger to your and his forehead, scrunching her eyelids as she navigated both of your heads.

A lonely young girl was seen sitting on a rock, the wind blowing wisps of her dark hair along with her dress. Suddenly, the noise of clucking of horseshoes could be heard, a woman coming into view as she got off her horse.

“Feeling lonely and afraid at the middle of the night when you’re a young and beautiful teenage girl?” the woman in the cowgirl shoes said, holding her hip as the girl nodded. “Well, don’t worry, every young girl must have a sword at her disposal!”

“A sword?” the young girl asked, tilting her head as she took the object in her hand.

“Yes, a s.w.o.r.d, my dear. Fear not, for the sword will protect you from all the hexes around you.”

The girl smiled, looking at the camera with the cowgirl’s hands on her shoulder. “A sword to protect the young!”

Buy now at your nearest convenience store, terms and conditions apply.

“What are you two doing here and not at school?” Wanda chortled, startling the two who were now very much conscious. The boy moved, fisting his eyes, and he curled his hands to stretch the kinks that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, the varsity jacket scrunching underneath his fists.

“Babe?” the boy groaned, messing up his hair, looking at the general direction of the girl.

Putting on a smile, Wanda folded her arms, biting her lips at how adorable the two of you were.

“Ben? Is that you?” the girl asked, looking at her disheveled frock with a confused expression, finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. “Oh my god, babe, I swear we were at the bleachers not long ago. Did you manifest teleportation powers now?”

“Miss Maximoff! You’re Billy and Tommy’s mom! Babe, we’re in Billy and Tommy’s house!” The guy, Ben said, his voice rising up an octave as he looked at his surroundings.

He couldn't remember much about the Maximoffs, except that his neighbours talk about the weird mom and dad almost everyday in the gossip sessions. Whatever, he wasn't interested in them.

"She turned them into teenagers."

"Well there goes our plan. Do we still have back up ready?"

“That’s right, kids. Now, what were you two naughty children doing out of school?” Wanda asked, helping the two kids get up as the boy blushed, stuttering an apology.

“We- we weren’t ditching, I swear, Miss Maximoff! We were just-”

"-Doing homework! Because… because Ben's a nerd and he doesn't like that he gets behind because of the baseball team!" the girl said, stuttering as Ben nodded along with her.

“Yeah! We weren't making out or anything! Even if we're totally dating."

Their relationship wasn't exactly your normal relationship. It was more of a… mutually beneficial relationship.

Well, so far they had the entire town fooled, having them all think that a guy such as Benjamin Fitzpatrick would ever date a girl like her, who liked her books more than her siblings.

"Hmm, well, thankfully, I'm a cool mom and I will not tell your parents about this… thing. Whatever it was. Anyone want cheesecake?" Wanda smiled, clapping her hands once as she looked at the two teenagers.

Ben's stomach growled at the thought of food. "You don't have to do it, Miss Maximoff, but I would love some," he said, sheepishly looking at the ground, and wincing at another growl.

Wanda chuckled, patting the boys back kindly. "Oh honey, it's alright. Come on, don't be shy, the both of you!" she said, looking over her shoulder and saying, "and it's just Wanda! Miss Maximoff makes me feel old, you know."

They followed her to the kitchen, taking in the interior of the house. Ben's eyes caught something from the corner, it was almost as if it was… flickering? Shaking his head, he dug his fingers in his eyes, wondering if he was still feeling the effects of the time he had hit his head during the baseball practice.

"You okay?" the girl asked, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Yeah, probably the aftereffects of a concussion." He nodded, burrowing his brows in confusion.

"Hmm, should probably get that thick little noggin of yours checked by the nurse." She snickered, hitting his shoulders playfully. Her heart was beating fast, he noted, wondering how he could hear it so clearly. The thought that he would have to leave her after she gets a date for prom made him sad.

They may be faking their relationship, but he had caught on very fast and realised that he wanted it to be real. As real as the town of Westview.

Wait, what?

"You know we don't have to pretend anymore, right?" Ben said, looking at the girl as she came to a halt. Miss Maximoff was nowhere in sight, the house eerily silent with her heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"This is the best ship SWORD could ever make."

The awkward silence was interrupted by the opening of the front door, a loud jingle as Agnes came strutting in, a big smile on her face. It made Ben's neck sting weirdly, slapping his hand at the base to nullify the feeling.

"Hello, children! What are you doing, skipping school like the little troublemakers you are?" She grinned, pinching each of their cheeks as her voice took a baby-like tone to it. Ben took a step back, grimacing as she continued pinching his cheeks.

"Um, we weren't- we have no idea actually-"

"Agnes! Oh, what great timing! Were you here for Billy and Tommy?" Wanda came in, a plate full of cheesecake and crackers in her hand.

"Oh, Wanda, Wanda, Wanda! Your little troublemakers are already in my house, or did you forget?" She chuckled, the sound of her laughter taking a higher pitch.

Wanda furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something, before closing it, a grin taking over. "Right. Yeah, of course! They really love it there with you, huh?"

"That's right, everybody loves Auntie Agnes!"

Ben looked at his girlfriend again, feeling strangely out of place between the two women.

"Um, Miss Ma- Wanda? C-Can we go now? I feel like-"

"Oh, Ben, don't be ridiculous! Why don't you sit down and take a breather? You look pale, hon." Wanda smiled, setting down the plate and ushering the two kids on the table, both of whom looked at the table with hunger in their eyes. Well, it had been long since lunch break.

"Thank you for the cheesecake Mi- uh, Wanda, we appreciate it," the girl said, promptly digging in after the affirmation.

***

Vision knew something was wrong the moment Agnes showed signs of knowing what was going on. The first time it happened, he was sure his paranoid wife would do something, but she had continued to act as if nothing was wrong with Agnes' behaviour.

Walking down the road in his ridiculous costume, he nearly sighed in resignation, before he realised that he wasn't capable of such human actions.

One more thing that perplexed him to no end was his strangely human behaviour. It was as if someone was forcing him to act more human, some weird force that was so unlike Wanda's warm presence, something more foreign and way out of his realm (like the gum incident. He sure did remember Wanda chastising him for doing this atrocity, surely she couldn't have been the one controlling him? Right?).

His mechanical heart ached for his wife. She had gone through a lot, from what he had read from her thoughts; losing a brother (twice, if the absence of Pietro was anything but a confirmation), and then him (it didn't bother him much. He was a synthezoid, there was entirely a possibility that he could be revived).

He just really missed her, he realised. Their relationship had been strained ever since the boys were born. He didn't blame the drift on his boys, of course. He loved them to no end, would sacrifice himself for them, but he couldn't help but notice the change it brought in Wanda.

The arrival of Pietro 2.0 didn't help either.

His thoughts were interrupted as his feet halted their movements, and with a snap he realised that he had somehow made it to Ellis avenue, the border's static buzzing through his entire being.

"You look lost, buddy," a strange man said.

Looking at the man, Vision tilted his head, looking through the database of Westview to see that the man seemed to be nowhere in the records. How had he made it here?

"I- I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked, leaning against the car door to peer inside, the man sitting rigid. It was only then did he realise that the man's eyes seemed… glazed, almost like he wasn't aware. Looking back at the barrier, Vision gaped at the view in front of him.

The man's car was half inside and half outside the barrier, the slow moving particles seemed to be disintegrating the vehicle, watching in awe as sparks flew the closer the barrier came to the man.

"Listen, you have to get out of here before that thing destroys you." Vision tried shaking the man, but to no avail. His attempts were in vain as the man simply grunted. "Listen! Can you hear me? What's happening? Why is the barrier moving?"

He tried opening the door, but it was shut firmly. Groaning, he punched the door, nearly falling to catch the falling man, who was mumbling some incoherent mumbo jumbo.

"Wanda, what are you up to...?" Vision muttered to himself, realising with a start that the barrier was expanding and the man had come from outside the barrier.

Looking at the muttering man, he quickly moved them both away from the barrier, propping him up against the grass.

"I'm sorry," Vision said, his hands gliding yellow as he touched the man's forehead, his own circuits being bombarded with incoherent noises.

"Oh god! I'm sorry, please save me! Please, this hurts, this- you- you're the Vision!" the man screamed.

"Yes, I'm the Vision! Now, can you stay still? I'm trying to help you!"

"-Please! She's in my head!"

His hands lit up again, the yellow light smothering the man's forehead as he went still again, as Vision retracted his hands regretfully. Opting to leave the man there, he stood up again, startling once again that day when he heard a shrill cry, the body of… Geraldine? Appearing out of the barrier. Shaking his head, he was convinced that he was hallucinating, if that was even possible for a droid, and turned around to walk back home.

(Agatha gave a satisfied chuckle, purple sparks erupting from her fingers as she turned back to Wanda, pretending that that didn't just happen.)

***

"Do you think our school is a little… solitary?" Ben asked, inhaling a puff of smoke from the blunt in his hands. His girlfriend and him were sitting on the rooftop of Westview high, their feet swinging against the edge as she clutched at Pe- Ben for dear life.

Peter? Who was that?

"Did you see that?? Peter was right, that was Agatha Harkness and she's been the one manipulating the people, it never was Wanda! It was meant to be a plot twist, but I totally predicted it."

"Um…"

"What? I'm invested."

Peter?

Y/n? Can you hear me? Please say yes if you can hear me.

She noticed the static sound of the radio speaking to someone. The static noise increased, and Ben didn't seem to have noticed the small portable radio malfunctioning. Shrugging it off, she went back to passing the blunt from her boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The word ignited a flame in her chest. Ben, who she faked her dates with once upon a time, now was her actual, real boyfriend, who she was ditching homework to smoke a blunt with, uncaring of her nearing curfew. Her parents would have her head if she found out.

"Do you hear that?" She asked, exhaling the stale air from her lungs. She knew it was more of the deep breathing than the weed, but it made her feel serene.

"I've been hearing a lot of things lately." He croaked, clearing his throat, sniffing the air as he leaned back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every gulp. His glasses were sliding off his face. She reached to push them back up, smiling at the flush of his face.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, slipping her fingers through his, rubbing a hand on his back. His life had been difficult, she knew about him being an orphan, but she didn't know he was having a hard time with life at the very moment, her heart aching for the poor boy.

"I don't know, I keep hearing these voices in my head. Children screaming, people crying, and this… this buzz at my neck, I can't ignore it anymore! I feel like I'm going insane and I can't keep them quiet! I've tried, but it's like they're trying to communicate with me."

Her eyes softened, hands running through his thick, straight hair as he leaned his head on her shoulder. Suddenly, the height at which they were sitting on didn't matter, she had him in her arms.

"He broke the fourth wall. He's been hearing things, just like Billy."

Wiping away his tears, she kissed his forehead, rubbing her hands gently on his back.

"It's gonna be okay. You're okay, they'll go away soon." She reassured, folding her legs to get up, and pulling him up with her. "It's getting late, and mom will have my head if I'm later than curfew."

"You've broken curfew before." He chuckled, stepping closer to Her, his hands on her hips.

Moving forward, she enclosed her hands around his shoulders, intertwining her fingers at the nape of his neck. Standing on her highest tip toes, she crashed her lips into his, their bodies swaying with the cold wind.

"Awww, they're so cute! Exes to lovers, I like it."

"I agree. Didn't see the fake dating coming though."

"Right?! Wanda should start a production company."

"If Agnes lets these people go."

***

Meanwhile, Monica had managed to find an abandoned shack in the backyard of Wanda's neighbour's house, her body buzzing with a familiar tension.

Opening the shack, she saw the trails of purple, vein like thing running their tracks until they reached somewhere she couldn't see. She didn't notice another person creeping up on her, too busy looking at the trails.

"Snoopers gonna snoop," the voice said, making her jump out of her skin, and keeping a hand on her heaving chest to stop her from hyperventilating.

"Pietro?!" She startled, looking around to see if anyone had heard her. The neighbourhood was eerily silent, leaning against the wall, before deciding against it and squared her shoulders, looking at the man in front of her.

"Yeah, that's me. But who are you? And what are you doing in Margie's backyard?" he asked defensively. She would have found the expression comical if it wasn't for her racing heart and adrenaline filled brain.

"I could ask you the same thing," she said, folding her arms to show a defensive stance.

"I'm here because… I live here?" he muttered, borrowing his brows as his eyes glazed over again, "Yeah, wait, no... I live with my sister! Who lives two houses from here! What am I doing here?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"God, this is so weird. First Wanda was being weird, now I am."

"What do you mean?"

"Nothing."

***

Billy was afraid. He knew that he should be stronger and braver, if not for himself, then for Tommy. His momma always told him that the only thing to fear was fear itself, and he didn't know what that meant, but he knew that he had to be braver to get back to his mom and dad.

"Billy, I'm scared," Tommy whimpered. "I'm hearing voices again."

"It's gonna be okay, Mom and Dad will be here soon," he reassured, just as scared as his brother. They were only twelve minutes apart, but he still felt a responsibility for him.

Mom said that they both reminded of her own brother- Uncle Pietro.

Hearing the door open, he felt a chill crawl up his spine.

"She's here! Billy, she's here!"

"I know! I know! Shh!"

Her footsteps came closer, the cackling of her laughter making his heart pound. His brother buried himself in his shoulders, both of them huddled next to each other, as if the inevitable could be avoided.

"How are my best boys doing?" Agnes' shrill voice rang, making Billy breathe faster.

"We want Mommy," Tommy whimpered, sounding as small as Billy felt.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey, that's not happening anytime soon." She tsked, sounding as apologetic as the villains in the action movies his mom forbade him from watching.

"Why's that?" Billy asked, squaring his shoulders as much as he could.

"You didn't hear? Mommy's dead."

And his world crashed, his brain crowding with darkness.

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