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#I have those ones in progress atm⌠just not finished so I wanted to figure out which one to finish firstâŚ#Going to work on a few sketch comms I still owe next and maybe plot out tonights cooldown#But yes help me figure out which one to focus on getting nudged out next đ
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Planning | Tim Bradford | The Rookie
Act One | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | Chapter 28
(Y/N) looked around the room, taking in the worried faces of her colleagues turned friends who had come at Timâs request. Angela sat talking next to John, talking to both him and Nyla who stood next to the sofa. Lucy was sitting on the armchair with West leaning against the arm. Grey wasnât there, (Y/N) knew that he couldn't be, but it hurt slightly to exclude the man, especially after all he had done for her.
She could feel her heart tug slightly at the sentiment that they had all agreed to come to help, even though it was a war Roaslind Dyer had decided to wage against the entire LAPD, he focus was on the officer in the Mid-Wilshire department, or at least they would be the start.
None of them knew what Tim had figured, but at his request, they had all decided to come of their own volition, to help both of the Bradfordâs. People she had thought would brush her off and not accept her had all come with the intention to aid her the best she could.
Leaning against the doorway, (Y/N) watched as each and every one of her friends cast their eyes on Tim as he cleared his throat to bring their attention to him. âYou all know why I asked you to come, mostly anywaysâŚâ
âWhat do you mean, âmostlyâ?â Nyla said, leaning forward in an almost defensive stance.
âWhat he means is that we have a development in the Dyer case.â (Y/N) stepped forward nudging Kojo away from her feet as she moved. She took a moment, as his hand wrapped around her own before she continued speaking. âWe canât operate at the station anymore.â
âWhy not?â John asked gently, prompting either one of the Bradfords to continue.
Tim spoke up again. âBefore you say that, we need to know if you're in or out. Because once we tell you, there is no going back, you will be liable for any and all actions. The LAPD wonât cover you.â
âThe Hell you got into Bradford?â Nyla asked before taking a breath to stop a chain of expletives from falling from her tongue. âI mean Iâm in but what the Hell is going on?â
Tim just nodded for a moment at Nylaâs words as the other cops in the room began to nod and verbalise their agreement. Angela stood as she agreed, wrapping (Y/N) in a hug as she whispered, âIâd follow you to the end of the earth. Thatâs what best friends are for.â
As Angela pulled away, she took (Y/N)âs hand from Tim, ignoring his small sound of offensive he let out as she dragged her back to the sofa. (Y/N) scoffed in amusement as Angela wedged her between her and John.
âSo youâre all okay with this?â Tim clarified.
âYes,â Nyla huffed, âNow get on with it. We donât have all day, you know?â
Tim nodded as he put his hands in his hoodieâs pockets. â(Y/N) and I came to a realisation earlier today after she got back from the prison. It never made sense why (Y/N) was targeted by her, it wasnât as if Dyer had a specific M.O which she fit, and itâs not like it was with LucyâŚâ He let his words trail off as he watched Chenâs reaction before continuing. âShe had no reason except that she seemed like an easy target.â
âTarget for what?â West asked.
âTo get into the LAPD hivemind.â (Y/N) said, taking over from her husband. âShe already had informants but they were all reluctant or vulnerable in some way. Sullivan was near retirement age, Armstrong had been made. Our guess is that she wanted to turn me into her newest pawn.â
â(Y/N), your old partner said this was about Tim. Then it was about you. They were trying to make us chase our tails.â Nyla spoke up again, moving closer to where the others were sitting. âAlthough, this still doesn't tell us what she intends to do.â
âThe LAPD humiliated her, all of us in this room humiliated her. Someone like Rosalind Dyer isnât the type just to stand back and take something like that. She needs to prove herself time and time again. She doesnât like to lose, so she changed the game. She isnât going after individuals anymore, sheâs coming after all of us, the entire LAPD. And weâre just the warm-up round.â
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It was near three am by the time Nyla, Angela and the others finally left. (Y/N) closed the door behind them, making sure to both lock and deadbolt the door shut. She rested her weight against the door, trying to push down the wave of emotion crashing into her. She closed her eyes, choosing to listen to the clinking of empty beer bottles as Tim tidied away the mess left over.
Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) pushed herself off the door and moved towards the bedroom with Kojo trailing sleepily behind her. It didnât take long before she heard Tim shut off the lights to the rest of the room and shuffle towards the bedroom himself.
Neither of them spoke for a while, both enjoying the comfortable silence as they prepared for bed. They moved in sync, Tim tossing (Y/N) one of his tees and a pair of joggers to sleep in whilst she placed their phones on charge and set their alarms for the morning.
It was only when they had made their way into bed, (Y/N) leaning on Timâs chest with Kojo snoring happily at their feet, did Tim finally break the silence.
âThank you.â he murmured, barely above a whisper
(Y/N) looked at him perplexed as she responded with a tone that was just as soft. âFor what?â
âFor trusting me, all of us. I know it must have been hard.â
âNot as hard as it was to shut you out.â (Y/N) shuffled down in the sheets as she gathered her thoughts. âDo you think that this will work? Our plan, I mean.â
âI don't know.â Tim kissed (Y/N)âs head, âbut if it doesnât, we will try something else. We wonât let her win, I wonât let her win, baby. I promise you that.â
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28 | Act Three
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Don't Make Eye Contact
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Pairing: Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader
AU: Reader is a Ravenclaw/No War/No Voldemort
WARNING: None
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Third Person P.O.V:
7th Year
Y/n sat at a table in the Gryffindor Common Room with her long-time friend, Hermione Granger.
She had agreed to help Y/n with her potions test coming up, only after she had begged her repeatedly. They two had been very good friends since the first year, some said it was a match made in heaven due to their personalities.
It's their last year now, during their many days together Y/n found herself...would crushing be the right word? Let's just say she had been infatuated with the Muggle-born.
Many people were though, and it was quite obvious there was a secret Hermione Fan Club somewhere in the school.
Surprisingly, Y/n hadn't been asked to join yet. Almost all of their immediate friends knew about Y/n's attraction, and they teased her relentlessly for it. Even if they did think it was charming.
"Y/n?" Hermione calls out, noticing the deep focus she has on the wooden table. Y/n's sight shifted almost immediately to meet her gaze, her stare looked as though she had seen a ghost.
"Yes?" Y/n replies as she clears her throat, her fingernail picking at the sides of her book in her lap.
"Are you alright?" Hermione asks as she shifts in her seat and leans forward slightly, noticing a group of students walking down into the Common Room.
"I'm fine! Just going through some stuff...you know how it is" Y/n hums, trying to play off the fact that she had been embarrassingly daydreaming about her. Quickly she looked back at her book, now realizing that her eyes began to sting at the fact she would look at what she truly wanted to admire.
Y/n didn't notice as Hermione began to smile at her anxious form as the group crawled out of the Gryffindor Common Room. Her book was gently placed next to her, and her chin found a seat in her palm as she held up her head.
(A/N: Btw, it must suck to be physically disabled in Gryffindor. Imagine someone in a wheelchair trying to get through that tunnel. Do you think the teachers cast something on it so it'll be easier for them to get to and from?... Anyways-)
"If you don't mind me prying, but what are you going through?" She asked as her other arm rested behind her elbow and gently played with the fabric around her bicep.
"It's nothing 'Mione, I swear," Y/n replies while not looking up from her book. Hermione raised an eyebrow and hummed in discontent at her answer.
"You've been stand-offish since December, has this got to do with Valentine's Day?" she asks and Y/n blinks at her unregistered book page, trying to figure out how the bloody hell she got that logic from.
Granted she was right, but that wasn't the point. How did she get to that conclusion with nothing but Y/n being anxious? She's always anxious!
"How did you come up with that idea?" Y/n asks as she flips to the next page in her book, even though she didn't comprehend what it said before.
"It's quite simple really" Hermione states as she leans back in her chair, folds her arms, and crosses one leg over the other.
"Yeah?" Y/n hums as her legs start to bob up and down in a nervous rhythm.
"It started after Ron had been poking at you about asking someone out before Christmas break. Him then saying that you not having your first kiss already was funny, which I disagree with, but I know you took it personally." Hermione continued as she watched the other girl intently, noting every little flicker of emotion that crossed her face.
"Now Valentine's Day is two weeks away and you're trying to find the courage to ask out who you like" Hermione tempts as she 'accidentally' nudged Y/n's leg with her foot.
Oh, you thought Hermione was oblivious to Y/n's attraction? Ha, that's funny. Hermione Granger? Oblivious?
Well...sometimes, but not when it comes to Y/n. She had that girl mapped out better than the Dark Forest.
The hair on Y/n's neck stood up at attention as the side of the girl's shoe grazed her calf and disappeared. The shaking of her leg immediately stopped.
"So, what's your plan?" she asks, chuckling slightly at the soft shade of maroon enveloping her cheeks.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I'm happy dying alone." Y/n responds in a monotone voice, to which Hermione rolls her eyes.
"He made fun of you too, just in case you forgot. What was it again? The fact that you haven't dated anyone since fifth year?" Y/n teases back, turning a page again when she feels like enough time has gone by.
"Whatever, I'm waiting for them to ask me out anyways," she replies, to which Y/n snorts and flicks her sight at the Gryffindor's hands, before retreating to the book.
"You're waiting? Do you think that sending ESP confirmation is going to get them to ask you on a date?" Y/n chuckles as she thinks about Hermione trying to telepathically tell her interest she's ready to be wooed.
"It worked with Krum" Hermione replies with a soft smile as she waits for their eyes to meet, but Y/n still keeps them away from her sight.
"Oh yeah, great example" Y/n mutters in playfulness, as she rests her book on the table and stretches over the backrest of her chair.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she let out a closed-mouth sigh, her back cracking in multiple places as she bent against the wood.
"Alright, why don't you ask out who you like then? There can't be people elbowing past you with better chances." Hermione asked as she shifted in her seat again, trying to catch Y/n's gaze but again, she ignored her.
"It's called fear of rejection 'Mione, it weakens even the best of soldiers" Y/n states a student crawls into the Common Room and greets the two of them with a quick 'hello'.
Y/n looks up at them and smiles, just as quickly replying as they scurried up to their dorm room. Hermione ignored them, not to be a bitch, but to try to get ahold of her love life came first at this moment.
"I know that, but I've seen you ask things that you have no business asking. Like when you saw that McGonagall had a bottle of Fire Whiskey in her desk and asked her for a swig" Hermione states as she uncrossed her legs and sat up, now slightly annoyed that Y/n has yet to look back at her.
"That's different! That couldn't ruin friendships, this could." Y/n states as she looks back at her book, she now getting slightly bothered by all the questions.
"Fine, then what would you say to them if you didn't have this fear of rejection?" Hermione questions as she leans her arms onto the table. Y/n sighs with slight exhaustion and caves into the girl's request.
"You want to know what I would say? Fine. Here is what I would say. I would say that she's the most soul-giving person I've ever met. She makes me so nervous that I'm scared to look at her most days. That I've loved her freely at night and whispered everything I find great about her to the man on the moon. I would tell her that I don't care about status, that to me, she is better than ever Pureblood girl in this world. I would tell her that I...I love her." Y/n finishes her rant quietly as she just stares at her book page with annoyance.
It was quiet for a moment before Y/n asked Hermione the same question.
"So, what would you say? You know, after they finally heard your ESP call to action" Y/n asks with a small chuckle as she tries to ease the tension, and her racing heart.
Hermione was still quiet, her eyes soft and unwavering as she stared at Y/n. She wondered what she could say that was just as beautiful, maybe something straight to the point.
"What would I say? I would say...I love you too Y/n."
Y/n felt her throat close and her eyes widened in horror at the realization that Hermione knew. She has known for a while.
Every smile and chuckle from Hermione started to seem insincere in Y/n's mind. What if this was some game to her? Y/n was afraid to know the truth, whether it was good or bad. As long as she didn't look into those oak tree eyes, she'd been able to get out of there.
"Look at me Y/n" Hermione whispered as if she could hear her thoughts, but Y/n just stood up and packed her bag quickly, much to the Gryffindor's dismay.
"I have to go"
"Y/n-"
"I'll talk to you later"
Y/n was out of that Common Room faster than an Army grunt under barbed wire. She was even quicker to escape the Gryffindor Tower and make her way to Central Hall.
Hermione cursed and smacked the table with the side of her hand as she leaned back into her chair.
Why didn't she believe her? Why didn't she just look at her and see that she wasn't pulling one over on her? Why is she infatuated with someone so stubborn?
She sat at that table for ten minutes. Her eyes fixated on the tunnel as she thought through her feelings before she went after her and said the wrong thing.
"I'm not going to let you just ignore this" Hermione mumbled to herself as she quickly got up, leaving her things at the table with no care as to what happens to them.
Y/n sat at the fountain in the Central Hall, her breath uneven from the jog there, and the realization that Hermione had known all about this.
She should have stayed. It was too late to go back now, she'd already made a complete fool of herself by storming out like that.
The Central Hall was vacant, most people at at the Quidditch game, or getting high in their dorms while the Prefects were out.
"I'm such an idiot" Y/n groans to herself as she lets her belongings flop onto the ground. Her hand slipped through her hair out of frustration as a sigh left her lips.
Y/n sat and stared at her feet for a while, so long in fact that she didn't hear the approaching footsteps behind her due to the fountains running water.
Hermione smiled as soon as she got a glimpse of Y/n's face, slowly sitting beside her till she noticed her presence.
Of course, Y/n knew it was her even without looking over. The smell of Cinnamon and Parchment invaded her nose as soon as she sat down.
"I'll ask you again, Please look at me" Hermione whispers as she waits patiently for Y/n to respond.
Finally, their eyes met again. Hermione couldn't hold back the smile on her face as the soft hue of a cardinal matched each other's cheeks.
Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat as the woman she'd chained her heart to began to speak.
"Now, would you stop being so stubborn and ask me on a date already? I think I have waited long enough" Hermione asks with a playful smirk on her face. Y/n chuckled softly and looked back out in front of her.
"I don't know, I still have my eyes on Lavender too" Y/n teased, now feeling a little bolder than before. Hermione always had that effect on her, somehow making an uncomfortable situation into a powerful one.
"Oh sweet Merlin, don't even joke about that" Hermione groaned, still a little upset that she lost Ron to her. Hey, she didn't like him anymore, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a bruised ego about it.
Y/n began to quietly snicker as Hermione moved closer to her, their shoulders leaning against one another's as her arm crossed Y/n's back and rested in the space between her hip and arm.
When she looked back at Hermione, their noses brushed like a soft spring wind. A smile played on the Gryffindor's lips as she stared into Y/n's eyes.
"You know, usually you initiate a kiss after a date" Y/n whispers as her eyes flickered to Hermione's lips multiple times.
"Call me eager" Hermione whispers back as she blinks becoming slow, and full of want.
"Do you do this to all of your admirers?" Y/n asks as her eyebrow rises with question. Hermione scoffed at her accusation and grinned.
"Those were men, but with you? My self-respect goes out the window." Hermione hums as Y/n lets out a chuckle of her own. Now eyeing the young woman a teasing stare as their lips ghost each other's.
"How charming Hermione, is that what you say with every fan girl?" Y/n asks as the Gryffindor kisses the side her her mouth, before begrudgingly holding herself back from invading your space more than she already has.
"So you are a fan girl? Oh, you stoke the embers of my fantasies with this knowledge" Hermione whispers as they hear the clamoring of feet and overlapping voices heading their way, the game must be over.
The brown-haired beauty sighed softly and backed away as hundreds of students walked in and past through different areas. They could hear the small orchestra nearby start playing again.
Their moment alone was now taken away, and only the tingling of that small peck was left between them.
"Y/n, why have you averted your gaze from mine again?" Hermione asks, and Y/n now realizes she is back to looking at the ground.
Even though the space between them was quiet, the roaring of laughter and yelling got on Hermione's nerves.
"Come, let us go somewhere more private" Hermione stated as she stood up and grabbed her things from the floor. Y/n knew protesting was futile.
Hermione wanted her, Y/n knew that now, and it didn't take a genius to know she wasn't backing away from a few 'what ifs' in her mind like Y/n does.
Harry watched with Luna from a staircase nearby, both looking at one another with a knowing glance before chuckling at one another.
"You know, Hermione hates when Y/n does that" Luna starts as they watch the future couple disappear into the crowd. Harry cocked an eyebrow at the blonde as they sat down on the stairs.
"Does what?" He asks as Luna's eyes shift around the ceiling dreamily, they hold so much wisdom behind them.
"Hermione desires Y/n's full attention, and the poor Ravenclaw gets so nervous around her that she tries her best to keep her gaze off of her," Luna explains and Harry hummed at the answer, now quite surprised to know that Hermione liked eyes on her.
"That does not mean she likes other people's gaze upon her face or body. Isn't that poetically beautiful? She has yearned for Y/n's sole focus, and has displayed daggers to any who try to compete." Luna hums and Harry has to scoff at the 'deeper' meaning of this courtship.
"Luna, I think you're putting too much credit on to Hermione. She had only started pinning for Y/n in the fifth year, Y/n has loved her most of their time together." Harry states. As much as he loved Hermione, she got blindsided by Krum and Ron for a short time. It was Y/n who always gazed upon her with admiration and zealousness.
"Maybe I am, but isn't it better to be late than to never have arrived?" Luna replies as the boy nodded in agreement.
As they talked away in Central Hall, somewhere near the Ravenclaw Tower, Hermione relished in Y/n's stare after a small meaningful talk in an empty corridor.
Quiet chuckles and kisses were shared between them as they spent the remaining hours together. Hermione had long forgotten her duty of tutoring her new lover, which she did regret when Y/n flunked it, but it wasn't her fault!
Y/n had a glimmer behind her eyes that made Hermione's head foggy and her heart thump like a rabbit's foot, making her feel as though she was the only girl in the world.
(A/N: Cue Rihanna đ)
Later that night, Luna had poked at Y/n about what she saw in the Ravenclaw Common Room. Saying that she hoped for the best, and wished nothing but good fortune on their journey of life together.
Y/n cleared her throat and flushed as bright as a firetruck. She responded with a soft 'thank you' but soon said that Luna acted as if they were getting married.
"Might as well celebrate something that will definitely to come true"
"You can weave your predictions into the air, but that doesn't make them concrete" Y/n responded with a small chuckle.
The blonde just smiled and walked away, deciding that she would accept her 'you were right' in a few years.
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Estera - Ch 11 - Run
(Previous⌠Prologue - Stars are Only Visible in Darkness, Estera - 1 - Colour, 2 - Dinosaur, 3 - Shoes, 4 - Thunderbird, 5 - Lesson, 6 - Safe, 7 - Gull, 8 - Deliver, 9 - Coffee, 10 - Flight)
(Sofasurfâs Recrudescence which is the foundation for all of this)
Whatâs happened to Scotty? Has Virg broken the door or just his shoulder? Has John eaten his own arm in despair? Has EOS accidentally overthrown the government of a medium sized country in her anxiety?
None of these questions will be answered here, as I leave the Tracys within the tender loving care of @sofasurf and her alligators and we quickly check in with somebody elseâŚ
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One of the best things about Bez was his relentless enthusiasm about something as simple as her unlocking the front door. She smiled as he treated her to an impromptu drool bath and gradually nudged him down the hallway so she could put down her bags.
âYouâll never guess who I met today, Niebieski⌠the Commander of International Rescue! ⌠Yes, he did seem nice⌠No, he didnât have any treatsâŚYes itâs possible to be nice and not have treats, you daft creature⌠You donât believe me do you?â
Extracting herself she reached up and fetched one of his favourite chews from the top cupboard.
âGive me a minute to get changed, Bez, then weâll go for a run, ok?â
Receiving only chomping noises by way of reply, she left him to it and went to sort herself out. Grabbing her phone to check the time, it unlocked on the new contact screen and she smiled. Heâd given her his personal number, just in case, but had been endearingly awkward as heâd asked her to save it under a pseudonym. Something to do with his brother John, someone called Kyra and security protocols, he was sorry it was such a weird thing to ask. She didnât mind, she knew exactly what to name to save the number under.
She tapped the word âBlueâ and sent a quick message as heâd asked, given heâd not had his own with him.
âWas good to meet you today. Here is my number. I hope youâre doing ok? Esteraâ
Right. Job done. Next on the list: exercise.
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The wind was bitter as the sun slipped below the horizon and stained the clouds behind which it had been skulking most of the afternoon.
The plus side was it meant nobody else was out this far. Theyâd have the less well known Jacobâs Ladder beach to themselves while the rest of the dog walkers did a quick circuit of the main seafront. Bez, well insulated from the frigid air, lolloped excitedly down the steep path ahead and she ambled behind, limbs trembling slightly in the aftermath of their clifftop run. The exertion had helped focus her mind, as it always did, while she was actually running. But as soon as she allowed her heart rate to slow, the swirling thoughts returned.
The tide was right out, and it seemed every sea bird in the Westcountry had gathered to scour the shoreline for treats, their figures dark against the reddening sky and their fading shadows reaching many times their height across the sand towards her.
As expected, there were no other dogs on the beach - she unclipped the leash and let Bez hare towards the ocean, driving the gulls into the air in a squawking cloud, the combined sound of their wings like a drum roll in the distance. Usually his unbridled joy would be catching, but today she felt kind of detached, as if she was watching him frolic in a poor quality recording on a broken screen.
The shadows lengthened further.
Suddenly unable to contain all of the Everything building up inside, she let out a yelp and ran across the top of the beach towards the sunset. For a given value of running anyway. The pebbles sucked her legs downwards with every step, her feet slipping and twisting on the uneven surface. The wind whipped across the bay and blasted into her face, hair streaming and coat billowing behind her like a sail. Despite forcing her last scraps of pent up energy into her muscles she made barely any progress and eventually stumbled forwards, landing with a crunch amongst the stones.
She pushed herself on to her knees and paused, dizzy but aware of Bez sprinting back towards her, droplets of seawater flying from his fur.
Then he was there, shoving his soaking wet face into hers, blending the salt of the sea with the salt of her shame.
Sheâd left him.
The initial delight that heâd survived, that he hadnât been stabbed to death in the square as sheâd imagined was overshadowed by what she now knew his attempt to rescue her had cost him. The stories of the nearby camp were rife in the town. The open secret of the mass grave to the east of it. The horrors inside. Some said it was simple torture. Others had heard from someone who knew someone who had heard tell of twisted medical experiments. People said that when the wind was right, you could hear the desperate screams on the road, over a mile away. Nobody knew the truth of it because nobody came out.
People didnât survive the camp.
And then there were the dogs. The constant barking as they patrolled the town, barely under the control of the thugs who held the leash. There were dogs at the camp too, she knew that. She recalled watching, helpless, from her window as her neighbour was dragged from his house by the snarling beasts. If heâd even made it to the camp alive, it wouldnât have been long for him.
People didnât survive the camp.
Somehow Scott had. She couldnât quite believe it. It clearly hadnât left him unscathed though. She covered her face and tried to picture the twinkle in his eyes as he had teased her about the toy in her pocket. The eyes of somebody who was alive and knew laughter. But she couldnât find them. Instead she saw his wide, frightened eyes watching unknown horrors unfold behind her, in a reality only he could see.
She clenched her fists and yelled her apology to the sky, before pulling her knees to her head and wrapping her arms around her legs as she sobbed. âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â
Bez, damp yet radiating warmth, lay against her back and waited.
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Chapter 12âŚ
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds#thunderbirds fanfiction#scott tracy#Estera#tb estera#idontknowreallywhy fanfic#Tw: war#Tw: ptsd
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Red Ruin - INTERVAL 02: FIRST ENCOUNTER (Part IV)
The girls didn't immediately spring into action; Blake and Weiss needed a few more details than just "jump down and help the two fighting the Death Stalker", and it wasn't like Ruby could just⌠put her plan into their heads.
"Uh, Nora's the with the revolver grenade launcher-hammer. Really loud."
Well, not without things going horribly wrong. She could give a⌠nudge, sort of, if she was gentle and careful and calm, but that had its own problems.
"Ren's her partner. Green outfit and machine-pistol hook-blades. He's trying to distract the Death Stalker long enough for Nora to get a hit in, but that bridge they're on doesn't give him much room."
And as unused as Ruby was at putting her plans to words, it was⌠surprisingly easy once she got going.
"Which is where you come in!"
"Let me guess: get behind the Death Stalker, keep it occupied, and then let⌠Nora crack that thing?"
"Uh, yep! Death Stalker armour can get really tough at that size. You need explosives, AP or high impact melee to get through. Freezing the joints is also a good idea."
She could get used to this, actually.
"You have a sniper ri-"
"Crescent Rose is a Super High Velocity Penetrator."
"⌠that thing. Whatever. Can't you crack that thing's skull from here?"
"Crescent Rose's stakes can go through, but they don't do enough damage on the other end."
"âŚDoesn't Armacham make a version of those things with a fire dust charge and a delayed fuse?"
"âŚYes. They do. I, uh⌠I didn't bring any."
"I'm afraid to ask, but, why?"
"Because her Fire Dust privileges are suspended."
"That was two months ago, Yang!"
"Still suspended, Ruby."
Maybe. So long as she learned not to put her entire foot in her mouth. Or leave openings for certain older sisters to exploit.
"As fascinating as this is to watch as a single child, could we focus?"
"Y-yes. AnywaysâŚ"
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When in high-stress situations, the natural response is to tunnel vision. Focus on the threat directly ahead, or the task that needs to be done, blocking out every other distraction around you. This is to be expected; people who are distracted from the rampaging boarbatusk in front of them tend not to live very long, after all.
But there are situations where the noise behind you is what kills you, not the growling predator (or the angry foreigner with a sword) in front, and laser-like focus becomes your doom. Hence why, with training and experience, one can widen the 'tunnel', so to speak. Regain some more awareness of your surroundings; enough that one can react and be aware of what's going on, but not so much that you lose focus.
Pyrrha Nikos was the first to realize they're getting help, spotting two figures leap off the edge of the cliff, and onto one of the taller ruins. Lie Ren was the next one to do so, seeing Blake and Weiss hoping their way down the ruins. Nora saw what Ren was seeing and grinned as Team Monochrome (as Ruby rather insistently called them) got into position behind the Death Stalker.
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"Yang, fastball!"
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The first sign that Jaune got that he was getting reinforcements was when a red and black blur slammed into the back of the Giant Nevermore he was facing.
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"It looks like things are shaping up to be anâŚÂ interesting year."
Ozpin could feel Glynda rolling her eyes. "The 'Invincible Girl', the Schnee heiress, a boy who acts like he's never even held his own sword beforeâŚ" A scoff. "Interesting is certainly one way put it. And that's before you get to⌠her."
Ozpin didn't miss the shudder from Glynda. "You can't say she didn't make an impression," he said, almost to himself, "even if it wasn't as positive as we might've wished."
"Ruby Rose and her sister brawled up and down the length of Patch for half an hour," Glynda deadpanned. "And don't even get me started on how much of her luggage is medication." Glynda's tone softened and became all the harsher for it. "This is not the right place for her."
Ozpin's own voice didn't falter, although even he couldn't keep his emotions from tinting it. "I'm not sure if there is a right place for Miss Rose," he countered, "But if there isâŚ"
On the screens Glynda and he were watching, the fight began to turnâŚ
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"No plan survives contact with the enemy."
Ruby struggled to remember things beyond a certain point; the red haze of her condition had made true consciousness a long and difficultjourney, and the few memories of her childhood she did have were all the more precious for her. One of those was a lesson from Qrow; he'd quoted that, and then told Yang and her that people would usually quip it whenever any plan went wrong, as if mocking the idea of having one at all.
Those people, Qrow had told her, didn't know what the hell they were talking about.
Don't remember what the full quote was âsome old Atlaesian General said it way before the Great War, and he said it in Atlaesian anywaysâ but the best way to understand what he meant was like this; imagine you're trying to win a fight in a single swing, or with only one bullet. Unless you're absolutely, completely, positively swear-on-your-soul certain_ that that's all you're gonna need, you'd be crazy to think that. So, you need more; multiple swings, multiple bullets, different kinds of both._
And the real trick; knowing where to use which.
The initial part of the plan went off exactly as Ruby expected. Blake and Weiss dropped right behind the Death Stalker. A slash from Gambol Shroud got the beast's attention, and a wave from Myrtenaster covered the leg joints in ice just as it turned to face them. It roared with Hate, and a volley of grenades from Nora (Ruby wished she'd gotten to know what her weapon's name was) sent it stumbling as it tried to react to the new threat.
Before the Nevermore could intervene, Yang threw her.
Ruby became a blur of crimson petals. The world seemed to be too slow and too fast at once; stretched by her own speed into a smear of colours. It was difficult to focus on anything besides what was directly in front of her, and even then, Ruby's vision was distorted.
So Ruby Rose closed her eyes.
After all, she'd never needed eyes to See.
Crimson unreality fills her mind's eye. She Sees the Quiet Vengeance and the Roaring Thunder, the Icy Blade and Bloody Shadow, frozen as they clash with the mass of ENEMY between them.
(Idly, Ruby noted that The Things which were and weren't Weiss and Blake didn't have nearly as many barbs and blades pointed at each other as before. Improvement!)
She Sees the Untouchable Idol standing like a breakwater against the larger ENEMY, and the Paper? Knight quivering and fluttering beside her.
(Ruby caught the difference. The Thing which was and wasn't Jaune Arc had to cling to The Thing that was and wasn't Pyrrha Nikos to stand, but it was standing. Hm. Hm.)
She Sees it all, feels the Roaring Fire's familiar warmth behind her (and also always, always with her) and focuses on the ENEMY she'd chosen to DIE.
Ruby willed herself forwards.
Faster.
Faster!
Faster!
(She wondered if she'd ever moved this fast.)
Faster!!
The faster she goes the deeper Crescent Rose's blade will tear into her Enemy. The deeper the wound she makes is the faster it will Die. The faster it Dies the sooner she can Kill more- tooclose!
The mass of petals and speed she'd become coalesces into a single point and suddenly Ruby's a lance of red and black, of flesh and steel and bone and Wrath. She'd miscalculated and turned back too early, or she'd flinched and slowed herself down out of reflex when the collision loomed too large, and even though Crescent Rose bites deep and the Nevermore's scream of pain is like music to her ears, the wound is that tiny bit too shallow or too small to be the killing blow she wants.
"Holy-!"
Ruby's faintly aware of Jaune almost stumbling back as she squeezes the trigger. Oxygen and aerosolized fuel ignite in the chamber and Crescent Rose roars her wrath, a 10mm spike driving deep into the Nevermore. Ruby's hands fly across the bolt, a touch of semblance and more making it move faster than any other action could've done, and Crescent Rose fires again.
But the blade's not deep enough, or the variable muzzle break's not set up right, or both, and the recoil pulls Crescent Rose out of the wound she made enough that the Nevermore's thrashing tosses Ruby and her weapon away.
Enormous black wings spread, and the Grimm screeched with hatred and pain as it took off; still too injured to truly fly, so instead the hop just brought it up to perch the roof of the tower.
Ruby falls. The world flashes crimson, and then she's not; now she was standing on the bridge, Crescent Rose in hand, glaring up at the Nevermore with just as much hated as the Grimm's own glowering gaze.
Ruby took a deep breath and planted Crescent Rose's bottom spike on the ground, letting the familiar presence of her sweetheart ground her as she Feltthe world around her. Blake and Weiss were still getting in each other's way, the Death Stalker hadn't been cracked openâŚ
What went wrong, what went right, what can we do from here, what more do we need, what more can we try?
Ruby steadied herself, closed her eyes, and then her mind reached upwards to give the roaring flame that was and wasn't her sister a well-practiced nudge. Tiny, faint, not even the thought of a thought. You'd have to know what to feel beforehand to even know it was there, and only the most basic of ideas could be transmitted, one at a time; closer, away, me, you, yes, no. The mental equivalent of monosyllables.
Ruby felt her sister go from concern and impatience to shock, then confusion, and then a hearth-warm surge of pride that made Ruby smile; two months of practice had paid off.
That's my little sister.
Yang dropped from above, and Ruby Rose pushed forwards.
Next swing, next bullet, next plan.
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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Gender Neutral Reader Word Count: 4,717 Tags: SFW, Fluff, 5+1 Trope, Obliviousness, Mutual pining, Aaron Hotchner deserves good things, Canon typical injury Summary: Five times you want to kiss the frown off of your boss's face, and one time you actually do it. *Requested by Anon. Link to AO3 or read below! âIt doesnât make sense.â
You stick a tack in a photo of a murdered womanâunfortunately one of many youâve stuck to this boardâand turn to face Hotch, who is looking over your handiwork with a quizzical expression.
âWhat doesnât?â He takes a few steps closer, crosses his arms in front of him.
âWhy would the unsub leave his comfort zone? The first six abductions occurred within five miles of the college, so why did the seventh and eighth happen almost twelve miles away?â He reaches for the board, traces his finger along the circle Reid had colored in on the map. âWe profiled that heâs disorganized and far from confident, so why would he do that?â
He looks over at you, frowns, and not for the first time your gaze is drawn to the little crease between his eyebrows that always forms when he is puzzled, worried, confused, stressed, or otherwise unhappy. In short, itâs there kind of all of the time.
For the first time, though, you think of how easy it would be to lean over, press your lips there, smooth it out, and maybe even get him to smile for a change. He has a great smile, when he lets people see it.
You shake the daydream, rewind back to the question he asked, and wrinkle your nose in thought.
âMaybe his circumstances changed? It's summer now, and there are still classes, but students arenât living in the dorms. Maybe he moved back home or got an apartment off campus thatâs within that areaâor a job.â He sighs, runs a hand over the back of his head, nods.
âI donât know why I didnât think of that. Thatâs good. Iâll mention it to the others.â He pulls out his phone, and you grab another photo, another thumbtack, but something stops you and you lay a gentle hand on his arm.
âYou donât have to think of everything, you know. Thatâs why you have us.â He exhales, his shoulders losing a little of their tension, and that forehead wrinkle gets a little less deep.
âSometimes I forget that not everything needs to be done the hard way. Or by me.â
âWhat? You, Aaron Hotchner, doing things the hard way?â you tease, and you are gifted a glimpse of his rare, unfiltered smile.
âOkay, enough pointing out my flaws,â he says with a raised eyebrow, though heâs still smiling, and as he looks down to type out a text, you remember to pull back your hand.
âI would never.â He looks up from his phone at thatâmaybe at the conviction in your voice, which you hadnât exactly intendedâand his expression softens further.
âI know you wouldnât.â You hold eye contact for a moment, and then turn to finish preparing the board, pinning up another photo of another woman and reminding yourself that they need you to focus on the task at hand. Two weeks later, you knock on Hotchâs office door, a stack of completed consults in your hand. He looks up, that familiar notch in between his brows, a scowl on his face; when he sees that itâs you, he tones it down a little.
âDraw the short straw?â he asks, and you figure thatâs because everyone knows he is in a bad mood and theyâve been avoiding this office all day. You shrug.
âIt was rock, paper, scissors, but yes.â He huffs a short laugh, and you smile, step toward his desk. âAnything I can do to lighten the load?â
âTechnically youâre adding to it,â he says with a glance at the files in your hand, and you set them on one of the chairs with a purposefully loud thump and then take the other seat.
âTechnically. But technically, you only need to review my consults; I can review theirs. Right?â He mulls it over a moment, like the thought never crossed his mindâof course Aaron I have to do everything myself Hotchner would never suggest such a thing, even as the team sits in the bullpen with nothing to do, seeing who can throw M&Ms into Spencerâs mouth from the furthest distance.
âTechnically,â he agrees, and you pluck a pen out of his pen cup and take the first file off the pile, open it in front of yourself, careful not to cut into the workspace heâs occupying. You both smile softly down at your work, and you actively do not think about that wrinkle between his eyebrows.
About an hour later, he reaches for his mug out of habit but finds it empty; you stand, take it in your hand, and he makes a noise of protest.
âYou donât have to do that.â
âI know,â you say, and you walk toward the door. âI need some too. Iâll be right back.â
You pass through the bullpenâapparently the M&M contest led to a sugar crash, because Spencer is laying with his head on his deskâand grab your cup off your desk, take both to the break room to fill them.
Derek appears next to you as youâre stirring your sugar in.
âCoffee date with the boss?â he asks with a curious expression, and you shake your head.
âOf course not. Iâm helping him with the overwhelming amount of paperwork on his desk so his mood improves, instead of just ignoring him.â You raise an eyebrow in challenge, and Derek scratches the back of his head.
âNever thought of that,â he admits, and you pat him on the arm and take your coffees back upstairs.
Hotch looks up at you as you set his mug down, says a soft thank you, and you grab the pile of files you brought up, separate them, and head back downstairs.
âYou review mine,â you say to Derek, handing him a stack, âEmily take Spencerâs, Spencer take Derekâs, Iâll take Emilyâs.â They look at you like they have no idea what to say, and you just smile, tap the top of Spencerâs head with a folder. âIâll come back down and grab them in a little bit.â
âYes, boss,â Emily says, and you grin on your way back upstairs. Hotch is standing when you arrive this time, looking out the window over the bullpen.
âWhat did you do?â he asks, turning to you, frowning again. Youâre so close that kissing that wrinkle would be effortless. All youâd have to do is lean in.
You smile.
âI delegated, Hotch. You should try it some time.â You put your hands on his arms and guide him back to his desk. âNow what can I help you with?â
By the end of the day, his desk is clean and his bad mood is long gone. He closes the last of his files, sighs deeply, covers your hand with one of his, and says thank you.
The next morning when you come in, there is a steaming latte and a cookie on your desk, and you canât stop smiling the rest of the day. Your next case is draining, children abducted and left for dead, and everyone is on edge, but no one more than Hotch. Youâre fairly certain his face hasnât relaxed since the initial briefing, and heâd be a prime candidate for the old âyour face will get stuck like thatâ joke, if anyone was up to joking.
The team catches the unsub, saves one child, but not until after three are dead; you take a late flight home because no one wants to stay another night in a town it feels like youâve failed, and everyone curls up to get some rest except you and Hotch.
You try to read the book you brought alongâa science fiction dystopian novel, something to get you out of your head and away from real life problemsâbut youâre a little distracted by Hotchâs sighing. Itâs become an every-five-minutes thing, and while youâre definitely on board with sighing as a way to decompress, heâs not decompressing. He looks like heâs in pain mentally, exhausted physically; youâre not sure how everyone else was able to ignore it and go to sleep, but then you figure everyone else may not be as in tune with him as you are. As observant.
As in love.
Not that that matters: you know your issues, and some of his issues, and thereâs the whole superior/subordinate thing which doesnât really do anything for you except give you a stomach ache. It would never work out, even if he somehow, miraculously, were to love you backâand thatâs a pretty big if in and of itself.
But still, you notice him, canât help it, and the sighing is getting to be a little much. You sigh yourself, put your finger in between the pages of your book, and walk over to take the seat next to him; he looks over at you, frowning just like always, and you carefully close his file and set it aside.
Neither of you say anything to the other, just look each other over for a moment, and then you lean lightly against his shoulder and flip back to the beginning of your book.
âI still dream of the island. I sometimes approach it across water, but more often through air, like a bird, with a great wind under my wings. The shores rise rain-coloured on the horizon of sleep, and in their quiet circle the buildings: the houses grown along the canals, the workshops of inkmasters, the low-ceilinged taverns.â
You keep your voice low and soothing, and you are just turning to page fifteen when you feel the weight of his head drop onto your shoulder.
The crease between his eyes melts away in sleep.
You read until you make it home, and you wake him up with a gentle nudge before the rest of the team drifts back to consciousness. He looks at you, blinks slowly like heâs trying to remember where he is, and then gets a little sheepish when he puts two and two together, realizes he fell asleep on your shoulder.
You just shake your head, give his arm a squeeze, and head back to your seat to gather your things. You, Hotch, and Emily are catching the elevator to the parking garageâafter staying two hours later to work on some rush consults straight from Straussâwhen he looks at something on his phone that makes him groan aloud. You and Emily share a look, and you ask whatâs wrong.
âI just remembered Iâm supposed to have a treat for Jack to take to school tomorrow and itâs, what, seven thirty?â
âSo just stop at the supermarket on your way home; no one can tell the difference anyway,â Emily says, but you and Hotch both shoot her a skeptical glance.
âItâs all about the treats at a school like Jackâs,â you supply, and Hotch looks over at you like heâs surprised by your comment. âIf theyâre not homemade, the parents talk. Plus thereâs probably an allergen list a mile long: no nuts, no eggs, no soy, no dairy. You have to pick him up from Haleyâs tonight, right?â Youâre pretty sure, but when he nods he confirms it. âSo pick him up, go home and get some dinner, put him to bed, and Iâll text you when Iâm on my way over with the goods. I have a great recipe for vegan apple cinnamon muffins that will go over really well.â
âYou really donât have to do that; Iâll figure something out,â he says, but you just shake your head and pull up the recipe on your phone.
âForget it, itâs already done. I have everything I need at home already; let me help,â you murmur softly, and when he looks at you with the furrowed brow that comes with accepting kindness from someone else, you almost forget itâs not just the two of you in the elevator. Itâs only when Emily clears her throat that the eye contact breaks. He nods.
âOkay. Thank you; I owe you.â
âYou donât owe me anything.â The elevator dings and it stops at the parking garage; the three of you get off and head in separate directions for your cars. âIâll text you.â
âGoodnight,â Emily says with a grin, and you wave at her, hop into your car, and head for home.
About two hours later, you show up at Hotchâs door with two dozen apple cinnamon muffins, and unbleached, whole wheat flour in your hair, and he has coffee brewing, a smile on his face.
âYou donât know how grateful I am,â he says as he ushers you into the kitchen, takes the boxes of muffins from your hands, and pours you a cup of dark, delicious coffee. You sip it slowly, savoring the tasteâyou should have known heâd have incredible coffeeâeven though itâs far too late for you to be indulging. Unless youâre working a case, you usually switch to decaf by three.
âI know you are. I wouldnât have done it if I didnât think youâd appreciate the gesture.â You lean forward, open a box, and pull out two muffins, handing one to him. âI made a couple extra so we could taste test; if I accidentally put salt in instead of sugar, youâre on your own,â you joke, and you wait for him to taste it before taking your own bite.
âThatâs delicious. Thereâs really nothing unapproved in here?â he asks, and you shake your head.
âNope, itâs all healthy and allergen free, except for the flour, but that wasnât on the list you sent.â He reaches a hand toward you, and you donât realize, at first, that heâs brushing the flour out of your hair.
âMessy baker,â he teases, and your heart feels really full, being in his kitchen like this, warm muffins and fresh coffee, even if your hair is a mess. You smile, and he smiles back before dropping into that serious expression, eyebrow wrinkle and all. You think about brushing your lips there tonight, but this feels like two steps forward, and you donât want to risk taking that step back. âNext time Iâll help you.â
âOh, next time? You plan on needing my baking expertise again? Fair warning, this is the only recipe I know, so I hope you like apple cinnamon muffins.â You take a sip of your coffee, look up at him, and he takes another bite, nods his head.
âI do. Especially these.â
In a perfect world, what comes next would be a cinnamony, coffee flavored kiss, but the worldâs not perfect, and you yawn instead. You look down at your mug like itâs betrayed you, and Hotch chuckles low.
âItâs decaf. I know you usually stop in the afternoon; I wouldnât forgive myself if you were up all night because of me.â You have always been a person who falls in love with all the little details about someone, so the fact that heâs noticed this, remembers this, makes your heart beat a little faster. âI should let you go. Youâve done so much today, between staying late and baking for Jackâfor me. You need to get some sleep.â
Heâs right, itâs nearly ten, and you should be getting back home, but this is a moment you never want to end.
You just nod, though, and he reaches out to brush his hand over your back when he walks you to the door.
âThank you again. I really appreciate that you did this for me,â he says, soft, like he still canât imagine you would.
âYouâre welcome, Hotch. Any time, really; Iâm happy to help.â
You get home, clean your kitchen, and have a very late dinner, and the smell of good coffee and apples and cinnamon is still in your nose when you drift to sleep. âYou didnât hear what he said,â Hotch snaps almost a month later, with one hand splayed on his hip and the other on the table in front of him. The moment you saw him engaged in an argument with a member of the Sheriffâs department, fire in his eyes, youâd grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into a small conference room, shutting the door behind you. It took almost three minutes of staring at each other for him to say something instead of just glaring at you for interrupting the pissing contest.
âI donât need to know what he said. I know you, and I know you handle people like that with a quick, sharp remark and then you wash your hands of it. You donât argue back and forth, you donât draw it out. You would have regretted it if you did that today, so I stopped you.â
âYou think you know me so well, do you?â he asks in an unkind tone of voice you canât identify, havenât heard from him before; the expression on his face is familiar, though, a scowl that only puts emphasis on his handsome featuresâitâs unfair, really.
You exhale, cross your arms.
âYes, and I know you well enough to know youâre irritated with him, not me, so cut the shit.â
Itâs the first time youâve ever been quite that direct with him, and certainly the first time youâve ever sworn at him; your immediate instinct is to apologize, but he surprises you by huffing a laugh. The angry lines of his face smooth into something softer.
âYouâre right, Iâm sorry. He justâI canât stand people like that.â He scrubs a hand through his hair in irritation. âWeâre here to workâto do a job they couldnât finish on their own. Not to be⌠objectified.â He mutters the last word, so low you almost donât hear it, and then thereâs a knock at the door. Derek enters.
âSheriff wants a word, Hotch; do you have a sec?â With one last look at you, he nods, brushes past him to leave the room. Derek gives you the barest hint of a smile. âHe was defending your honor, you know.â
You frown. You didnât know.
âThat jerk was talking about me?â you ask, clarifying, and he nods.
âSomething about assuming youâre an athlete because he likes your ass. Set the boss man off.â You walk over to him and leave the room together, heading back to your workspace.
âWell Hotch is right, weâre here to work, not to be objectified. I can see how he would get angry.â Derek shoots you a flat, questioning glance.
âYou think heâd be getting that worked up if it was my ass that guy was talking about? Or Emilyâs?â The two of you stop outside the conference room, and you cross your arms, lean against the doorframe, frown.
âSo what are you trying to say? That he sees me as being weak, thinks he needs to defend me? I'm as capable as either of you.â That may not be strictly true, because youâre a little more brains than brawn, like Spencer in that way, but you can hold your own and you thought Hotch knew that.
Derek just laughs, shakes his head, and ducks into the room. You follow, so confused.
âI thought you were just playing it close to the vest, but youâre oblivious, arenât you?â
âOblivious about what?â Emily asks, pen between her teeth, feet kicked up onto a chair, and you shrug.
âIâm still not sure. Hotch got into an argument with a deputy about me, and I asked Derek if Hotch thinks Iâm weak and thatâs why he felt like he had to defend me.â She smiles broadly around the pen, pulls it out of her mouth with a grin.
âOh, honey. Thatâs not it. You know thatâs not it, right?â
âI clearly donât know whatâs going on at all, so no, if youâd care to enlighten me,â you say, sinking into an empty chair. âI hate it when you guys are cryptic.â You love your team, but they have a habit of doing this all the time, saying things to each other with their eyes, or just a few words that donât have any sensible meaning that you know of. Itâs like they live to talk over your head, to say things without actually saying them.
âOkay. Hotch has a thing for you,â Emily says simply, and you blink.
Well thatâs the very last thing youâd expected to hear.
âHe absolutely does not.â You look at Derek, whoâs making a face like youâre the one being crazy; you laugh out loud, canât help it. âHe does not. Iâm pretty sure Hotch doesnât have things, and if he did, he wouldnât have a thing for me.â
âWhy not? Because that would be too convenient, since you have a thing for him too?â Derek asks, taking the seat across from you, and you grab the nearest case file, flip it open and focus your attention on it.
âI care about him, the same way I care about all of you, and he maybe needs a little more careâbut you guys are reading into things.â
Thankfully, you donât have to say anything more, because Hotch, JJ, and Spencer return, and you all have a lead to work.
You canât help but wonder if youâre being obvious about your feelings, though, especially later, when you get back to the hotel and the group decides to have a drink at the bar.
JJ and Emily hit the pool table while Derek and Spencer head up for drinks, and you are left sitting with Hotch at the table, pressed together in the inside corner of a booth.
âTired?â you ask him, because he does look worn out, his tie a bit loose, his eyes a little red. You know he doesnât get much sleep when you travel, and you canât imagine heâll go to bed even when this little detour is over.
âAlways,â he sighs, but when he looks over at you, he smiles, just a little. âJust canât wait to get out of this town.â
âYeah, it gives Southern hospitality a whole new meaning, doesnât it?â The people youâve interviewed today are, on paper, quite respectable, but thereâs a Desperate Housewives, âeveryone is sleeping with someone else's spouseâ kind of thing going on, and itâs honestly exhausting. To your surprise, Hotch laughs.
âIt really does. I donât think Iâve ever missed the quiet solitude of my apartment quite this much.â You lean back against the vinyl of the booth, sigh.
âI miss my apartment, but itâs been too quiet lately. I prefer the sounds of someone else sharing space with me: the coffee maker percolating, the news in the background, the shower running, the sound of flipping the pages of a book or magazine.â You look down at your hands, because youâre getting a little more emotional than you usually let other people see. âSorry. Iâm not typically this open about beingâŚâ
You trail off, but Hotch looks over at you, concerned, the wrinkle between his eyebrows even more noticeable when youâre sitting this close. You think, just briefly, of running your thumb over it, but with your luck, Derek or Emily would see, and youâd never live it down.
âLonely?â he finishes softly, and when you nod your head, he covers your hands with one of his own, bumps his shoulder against yours. âI get lonely too. Itâs nothing to be ashamed of.â You look up at him, feeling a little vulnerable, and his expression softens. âWhen we get back, maybe you could come over for dinner some night. Nothing fancy,â he clarifies, and you smile, âjust two lonely people being a little less lonely.â
âThat would be really nice.â You can see Derek and Spencer approaching out of the corner of your eye, and Hotch must too, because he removes his hand, slips back into the slight, persistent frown you have come to know and love. Derek looks at you, raises an eyebrow, and hands you your beer. You try to tell him to shut up with your face, plan to follow up later to see if that actually worked. âWe have an agent down on the second floor,â Spencer says into his comms, and you immediately want to slap him in the back of the head.
âDonât say agent down, kid; Iâm like, slightly wounded at best.â You hold a hand against the stab wound on your sideâthe unsub honestly just grazed you, and youâd knocked him out with a single punch, which made you feel pretty awesomeâand reach out the other so he can help pull you to your feet. Your hand comes up to your own walkie button. âIâm not down, Iâm fineâjust slightly stabbed,â you add, and Spencer is getting his cuffs on the unsub when Hotch and JJ burst through the doors.
Well, Hotch bursts. JJ follows behind looking strangely winded for one of the most naturally athletic people you know.
âWhat happened? Are you alright?â he asks, and you lift your shirt to show him the sluggishly bleeding gash.
âIâm fine, see? Itâs not even deep. Spencer saw blood and got a little ahead of himself.â You turn to Spencer, who sticks out his tongue, then back to Hotch, who looks haunted and pale, with that goddamn wrinkle between his eyebrows again. Heâs bent down, looking over your wound seriouslyâyouâve had worse, so much worse, that you donât understand why heâs so worried about itâand then he leans up, presses a hand to your cheek, and pulls you close for a soft, tender kiss.
If this were a movie, right about now a camera would be panning around you in a circle, as you wrap your free hand around his neck, pull him closer, melt against his body like itâs all youâve been dreaming of for months, and the two of you would break apart smiling, maybe even kiss again.
Itâs not a movie, though, so you just bleed out against your hand and freeze, because Hotch is kissing you at a crime scene and you almost got filleted, so youâre not sure if this is a you got hurt, so Iâd better kiss you kiss or an Iâve been wanting to kiss you forever, and you got hurt so I have to kiss you kiss.
When he breaks the kiss, youâre both breathing a bit heavily, and you donât know what to do, so you just lean in and press your lips to that wrinkle between his eyebrows that youâve been thinking about so frequently since the first time you noticed it. You brush a hand through his hair, and when you pull back, heâs smiling.
âWhat was that?â He covers your hand on your side with his own and helps get you toward the elevator so you can be patched up by the EMTs; JJ and Spencer are left staring, open-mouthed in your wake, with an unconscious unsub at their feet, but neither of you are concerned about that.
âIâve been thinking of doing that for months now: to kiss that spot between your eyes so youâll stop frowning for a change. Since I couldnât, I decided to find other ways to help you stop frowning so much. It kind of became my lifeâs mission.â He sighs, puts his arm around you and holds you close while you wait for the elevator to bring you to the ground floor.
âI stop frowning when youâre around because youâre around, not just because of the things you do for me,â he tells you, and he presses his lips to yours for another warm, soft, perfect kiss. âIâve been thinking of doing that for months now.â You tilt your head, make a sound of contemplation, and he chuckles softly. âWhat is it?â
âI think those cryptic idiots we work with might be onto something,â you say with a grin, and when the elevator lets you off and Hotch helps you toward the ambulance to be patched up, Derek and Emily are waiting with concerned looks on their faces. They must be pretty confused to see youâre grinning from ear to ear. âHey, you guys were right; Hotch does have a thing for me!â you call as you walk past them, and when your wound is properly dressed and wrapped, you put your arms around his neck and let him kiss you until the frown and accompanying wrinkle are nothing but distant memories.
*The novel excerpt is from The Weaver by Emmi Itäranta.
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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tonyâs. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going âOooooh!â And reader is like âIâm not even in a relationship!â But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! đĽ°đ (Your writing is brilliant btw!)
I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3
itâs a wedding thing
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
^idk Nat, you tell me^
Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?
Warnings: none!
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âAlright gang, this oneâs for all of us, we all listening?â
A cluster of âyesâ âgo onâ âcome on Tonyâ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyoneâs excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.
You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasnât until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.
âWow. Calebâs getting married.â He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. âAnd heâs invited the team.â
âWell, Iâm not going.â A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.
âLuckily for you, I donât see âreindeer gamesâ anywhere on the invitation. So youâre off the hook.â He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.
âA pleasant tripâ Thor said.
âA living hellâ Tony corrected.
It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. Weâd spent the last couple of nights in each otherâs bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think itâs safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, youâre almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.
You nudged Natashaâs side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.
âHey, Nat.â She turned and tilted her head questioningly.
âSo we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?â
Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.
âWell. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think heâd be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-â
âHey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/Nâ Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term heâd used. âAnything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?â
âActually-â
âOverridden. Moving on.â
You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt heâs being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldnât notice her.
âSo, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, whoâs in?â
Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.
âSo Y/L/N, up for a wedding?â
âIt would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?â
âOnly if you areâ You blushed slightly at the response.
âBetter get your nicest dress on Romanoff.â You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.
âItâs probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.â Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. âSo thereâll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-â You felt your face morph into one of confusion.
âWoah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?â
âThor and Jane, theyâre-â
âBefore that.â
âIâve said this before Y/N, Legolas isnât actually real. I meant Clint.â
âVery funny.â He held a proud smirk. âRomanoff and I arenât a coupleâ
You wish.
âThatâs not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.â Before you had a chance to look in Steveâs direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.
âThatâs what Rogers said, is it?â She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but youâd still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.
âMy head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasnât âcuddlingâ , thank you very much.â You laughed, internally wishing that Steveâs words were true.
âSee? So cut it out.â Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.
âOkay okay. Fine!â The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. âIâll just put âcouple pendingââ He muttered
âStark!â
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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, âthat looks stunningâ âthatâs the one!â and the most common one by the end of the trip; âplease just pick a dress so we can go home and napâ. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.
You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.
âI promise you, weâre not going home until we find this dress, okay?â
âWandaâs right. Weâll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, letâs make that a last resort.â Natasha eyed you both warily.
Youâd been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didnât sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasnât appealing, the length wasnât ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. Youâd even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wandaâs death glare had made it clear that wasnât an option.
You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.
The first two were okay, but you werenât a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didnât doubt that theyâd feel the same way.
Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natashaâs. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.
âThis dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?â Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.
âYeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.â Her hands flailed in your direction. Youâd knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. Sheâd known about you and Natâs feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?
Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natashaâs relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasnât sure how much longer she wouldâve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.
It was pretty safe to say,
You bought the dress.
Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.
âIâm exhausted.â The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.
âSorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-â
âHey, no, donât apologise for that. We all said weâd find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.â Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.
âYou really think I looked good?â
Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, sheâd always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.
âI wouldnât lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure youâll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if thatâs even possible.â You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.
âYouâll be the prettiest one there.â
âBetter not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.â She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.
âWeâll make that our secret.â You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that sheâd made you feel so reassured.
âThank you, Tasha.â
âYouâre more than welcome, sweetheart.â She replied.
You were so lost in her words, you hadnât realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didnât realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.
She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.
âWe should get some sleep.â
You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.
âYeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.â You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small âgoodnightâ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.
Just like you hadnât realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why sheâd backed away. Where was Thorâs hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.
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âRight! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a weddingâ Steve had completely lost you after âHeadcountâ. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.
âYâknow, if he doesnât let us in soon, Iâm not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.â You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.
âIâll join you.â You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natashaâs head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.
You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.
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You and the Avengerâs were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.
Their looks werenât the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the otherâs rock. Youâd found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their âI doâsâ, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.
Although marriage hadnât been something you always thought about, youâd hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.
Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.
Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.
An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.
âPenny for your thoughts?â She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.
âNothing much up there really.â You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. âIâm just happy to see everyone so happy.â
Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.
Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a âscreechâ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyoneâs attention, including taking yours away from hers.
âWeâre taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, Itâs time for the bride to throw the bouquet!â He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.
Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.
âSorry Nat, what were you-â
âY/N!â Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.
âY/N! Câmon! We need to do the bouquet toss!â She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.
Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, youâre instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natashaâs a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitorâs.
With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the âstageâ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.
âYou guys ready?â The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of âyesâ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.
âOkay! Three...Two..â
You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didnât really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadnât expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.
You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You mustâve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!
âWOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!â
âWHOâS THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?â
âY/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.â
The bride noticeably laughed at your friendâs cheers, she hadnât meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didnât regret it. She didnât even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,
âGuys! Guys! Iâm not even in a relationship! I highly doubt iâm the next woman in this room to get married.â You joked
âWell, I wouldnât be so sure.â Sam laughed âRomanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?â He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.
These guys will be the death of you.
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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.
Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they werenât on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.
âSo, I know we arenât a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?â She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.
âYâknow what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.â You took the hand sheâd held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others youâd admired all even, swayed.
Youâre unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you werenât complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.
It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasnât long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.
âYou really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.â You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.
âThat future fiance of yours is lucky.â She winked.
âHilariousâ You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.
âI know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.â
âWell, it really is funny, because I honestly donât see myself getting married anytime soon.â Natâs eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.
âAnd why is that? Do you not want to get married?â Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.
âNo, no itâs not that. I just..â
âJust?â
âI donât think the person iâm interested in, is necessarily interested in me.â Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.
âRight, and why is that?â
âI donât know. Iâve never seen them make a move. I thought itâd be obvious. I think it has been to some others.â Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natashaâs plump lips, wondering if youâd ever get to experience what itâd be like to feel them on yours.
This time, Natasha didnât miss it. She wouldâve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she mustâve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didnât leave much room for hydration. She hadnât been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didnât make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?
You didnât see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what youâd been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.
Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of âfinally!â, âi knew it!â and youâre almost certain you heard a âYou owe me 20 bucks.â, that one making you shake your head.
Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasnât very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.
âSo, about that bouquet..â
You werenât getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didnât feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.
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hard work - mick schumacher
summary: you spent your entire day studying and you need some help winding down at the end of the day
a/n: hi, hope yâall enjoy this. i woke up thinking about it and couldnât stop so i wrote it down. as always feedback is very much appreciated :)
also this is unedited will fix later thx besties
warnings: 18+, NSFW, smut, fingering, unprotected sex
Mick was propped up on the bed, casually scrolling through Netflix to figure out what to watch next.
Lucky him, you thought as you dropped your head into your textbook for the millionth time that day. It was almost 6pm and you hadnât left your office. Only to use the bathroom and to get a little bit of food.
Finals were brutal and this year was no different. You had four cumulative exams coming up in the next week and your boyfriend decided that this weekend would be good to visit. âIâll help you study,â âWe can work togetherâ yeah right.
He was watching tv and minding his own business, which you appreciated. No distractions.
He was very distracting as is, so you were glad he was making an active effort to stay out of your way.
You read over the formulas again and your temples strained, having trouble even remembering the easiest of formulas. You were overworking yourself. Sometimes you can hit a point where more studying just wonât help, itâll only hurt and frustrate you.
Mick had been asking you to take a break all day but you refused, needing to stay in the right headspace to focus.
A smirk was plastered on his face when you walked into the room, excited that you were finally settling down. You plopped on the end of the bed. âIâm exhausted. Everything hurts. Fuck this,â you said. It was your typical reaction to studying. You loved what you were studying but reviewing anything this much could make you hate it.
âOh, darling.â He said, smiling at you and holding his arms out. He looked so sweet, cuddled up under your fuzzy blankets with a big sweatshirt on. âIâm so proud of you.â
âYeah, yeah,â you said, trying to hide your appreciation. You slowly made your way to Mick and sat next to him, legs hanging off the bed. You patted your hand on his blanket covered thigh, groaning.
âYou look stressed,â he said. âCome here.â He pulled the blanket off and patted the space between his legs. Being in his arms sounded like a dream right now. You scooted towards him, sitting between his legs with your back flat against his chest. He squeezed his arms around you in a hug. âYouâve done so much work today and Iâm so proud of you.â You smiled at his words even though he couldnât see your face. âYou deserve to take a break.â He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, exposing your neck to him where he placed a soft kiss. You leaned your body into his, feeling a sense of relief and relaxation. It was crazy how fast he could change your mood. âIâm so lucky to have such a beautiful, intelligent woman,â he whispered in your ear.
You wanted to mess with him and crack a few jokes but you had no energy left to fake fight with him. His fingers drew a trail down your arm leaving goosebumps in its path. A chill ran through your body.
You could feel his hot breath still against your neck making your head fall onto one of his shoulders. His finger followed the trail it just made back up your body and the muscles in your stomach tightened when it grazed your collarbone. It was one of your most sensitive spots.
He moved his finger at an agonizingly slow pace, driving you insane.
He dipped his finger in the valley of your breasts and you looked down to see him take one in his hand. Lucky for him, studying all day means no bra needed.
You let out a soft moan as he kneaded your chest, getting rougher by the moment.
His other hand snaked itâs way around your body and dipped into your sweatpants, teasing your cloth covered entrance. âOh, Mick,â you said, shifting your body when he placed the slightest touch on your center.
âYou need to relax, darling.â His soft voice said into your ear. You knew he was right. He wanted to make you feel good but he was teasing you. Your desire for him was winding you up more than it was settling you down.
You inhaled in and let Mick have complete control. Your body settled comfortably into his and you were putty in his hands, literally. He held you securely with one hand groping your tits and the other down your sweatpants. âFocus on the TV, pretend Iâm not here.â He said. âI want to make you feel good. You worked hard.â
You rested your body onto his as he played with your clit. His fingers went in circles, sometimes venturing off course to explore the rest of you. If he felt you tense up, he would give your clit a light smack to remind you to calm down.
Your body felt ice cold and on fire at the same time.
He nudged your thighs apart and you let your knees fall to the sides opening you up for him. He continued to leave kisses all over your neck and shoulder while his finger slid between your folds.
You were dripping wet and he was surprised. He knew how to turn you on but it had only been a few moments. âWere you thinking about me today?â He asked in your ear.
âYes,â you said, keeping your voice low.
âWhat were you thinking about?â He asked as he let one finger slide inside your core.
Your hips bucked at the full sensation but his other hand held your body down.
What didnât you think about today? Any time you couldnât focus your mind wandered to your boyfriend. His body. His hands. His mouth, his tongue. All of it all over you and you wanted it so desperately.
âYou fucking me. Hard.â You wanted to keep it vague. You wanted to be surprised to see what he has up his sleeve and not give him any ideas. He groaned in your ear.
You lifted the blanket and watched as his finger pumped in and out of you, the muscles and veins in his wrist and forearm prominent. Your focus was on his middle finger as you patiently waited for him to push it inside of you. He knew what he was doing so you were going to let him be in control, but god did you want to feel him so bad.
âYou look so hot like this, darling. Completely under my control. Just let go,â he said.
You took your eyes off of his hands and looked up at the TV. Your mind focused on the pleasure he was bringing you. He took this as the perfect opportunity to let his second finger inside of you, catching you off guard. You twitched once again and moaned, wanting to be filled up all the way with him. It felt amazing but it wasnât enough.
âBaby, I need you to fuck me,â you whispered.
His fingers began to pump harder. âWhat was that?â He asked seductively, his mouth lingering near your ear longer than you would have liked. âI didnât hear you. Iâm going to need you to say it again.â
You huffed out of annoyance. You needed relief and he was just having fun. âI need you to fuck me. Right now.â You felt his thumb inch closer to your clit and start rubbing in sync with the movement of his other fingers.
âIâm going to need you to say that one more time.â You felt him begin to get hard against your back and you knew that he would give in soon.
You rolled your eyes and you knew he was smirking behind you. âI need you so badly. I need you to fuck me senseless.â You raised your voice this time. He removed his fingers and slid down your sweatpants. You kicked them off and repositioned yourself so you were on his lap, facing him with your knees on either side of him. You looked at his eyes and smiled. He returned the grin and you looked at each other for just a brief moment. He lifted you up and pulled his own sweatpants off, giving you the opportunity to grind into his hard cock. A soft whimper escaped his lips and you knew he was ready. No more teasing.
He gripped your ass, lifted you up, and lined his cock up with your entrance. He teased you, pushing his tip into your clit before you inched down on him, feeling him fill you completely. The feeling you had been chasing this whole time.
You rocked your hips back and forth with your arms around his neck for support. He guided your hips back and forth and let his hands run all over your sides.
Your head fell back and your eyes were met with the white ceiling. Your back was arched and your hair fell all the way down to the bed.
âHoly shit, you look so incredibly beautiful right now.â He watched you lose yourself in the moment, in the feeling, in the motion of your hips, the collision with his. He reveled in your beauty and still couldnât believe what you were doing right now.
He continued to bounce your hips, hitting the perfect spot to have you crying out in pleasure. Your pussy tightened around him, letting him know you were about to cum. He pulled you in closer to him and held you as you rode out your high in his arms. His arms held your back tightly as he kissed your bouncing tits. The only sounds that could be heard were moans and expletives as you both finished.
âI love you so much, darling.â He said, kissing your lips.
âI love you too,â you said, rolling off of him and onto the other side of the bed. He stood up to clean himself off and returned with a towel for you and a glass of water. He was met with you, passed out as soon as your head hit the pillow.
#f1 smut#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 blurb#f1 fanfic#smut prompts#mick schumacher smut#mick schumacher imagine#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher fanfic#mick schumacher fic#ms
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flight plan
disclaimer: this takes place in pre-you-know-what times - if youâre actually sick, do not do what B does here. alright, on to the suffering :)
Back when B booked their flight, the 4 am boarding time and 2 layovers seemed like a great exchange for saving a few hundred dollars while flying across the country. But now, with a head that feels like it was stuffed with cotton, a gate change that forced their leadened body to trek across the entire airport, and an additional 3-hour delay before their final 4-hour flight, they were beginning to question their penny-pinching ways.
In a nearby terminal, a fussy infant screamed, and it took everything for B not to scream back at them: I hate it here too! Their nerves were frayed, their whole body ached to the bone, and their head felt like it was in a vise grip.
It hadnât felt this bad this morning - heck, they wouldnât have left if theyâd felt this bad - but the changing cabin pressure and constant temperature shifts from hot, stuffy terminals to icy planes were wreaking havoc on their poor, rapidly sickening body. Theyâd been up for 18 hours. And now, they had no choice but to ride it out and power through the last leg. They hug the paper cup of tea theyâd grabbed at a nearby cafe close to their chest, trying to hold back their frustrated tears.
They just wanted to be home.
B shifts on the hard terminal seat as they wrap up a third agonizing hour of waiting, willing the passengers ahead of them to board more quickly so they could just get home to A, who theyâd been missing all week. But the miserable minutes ticked by, and B kept having to blow their tender nose with their precious (and dangerously dwindling) travel pack of tissues. As they massage their aching sinuses, B feels a tap on their shoulder. Turning, they recognize a fellow passenger from their previous flight extending another full pack their way.
âHere. You need these more than I do.â They extend the gift, and B gratefully accepts. The stranger nods, and heads back to their luggage to wait out the boarding process.
After what feels like an hour, Bâs group is finally able to board the flight. From their boarding pass, they knew theyâd be stuck in the middle seat, but their heart lifts a bit when they see their Kleenex-wielding savior in the aisle seat next to theirs, who waves and gives them a small smile as they let them through. On the window seat side, a sour-looking individual scans them up and down, raising an eyebrow when B coughs roughly in their elbow.
âSorryâŚâ B sniffles. The sour-faced person rolls their eyes and turns their attention to the window, and B shrinks in their seat, embarrassed.
âJust want to be home, right?â Their aisle friend smiles sympathetically, and B nods weakly. âI know the feeling. Nameâs C.â
B introduces themselves, and the two make amicable small talk during the pre-flight checklist, finding out that they both called their destination city home. As the plane takes flight, B winces - the pressure change makes their head ache, and their sinuses feel like theyâre going to explode, along with their ears. The dry air of the plane irritates their chapped nose, and they close their eyes and grip the armrest till their knuckles bleach, trying to breathe through the pain and praying it doesn't get worse.
It gets worse. On top of their pounding head and runny nose, B discovers like all the other planes, this one's an icebox. Once they reach cruising altitude, B apologetically shuffles by C to head to the bathroom, hoping that by some chance itâs warmer in there. In the dim light, Bâs stares at their haggard reflection â their feverish eyes are glazed and watery, their raw nose is bright red, and their peaked face is wan and drawn, coated with a sheen of sweat. Hopefully A would still recognize them, they thought humorlessly.
The bathroom is just as frigid, and Bâs stuck with a stream of lukewarm water that barely heats their cold hands. Back in their seat, the throbbing headache continues to build behind their eyes, and their throat desperately cries out for something to drink.
As if they could hear their thoughts, C leans over and pulls a small bottle of water from their personal bag. âThe flight attendants came by with drinks while you were up - figured you could at least use some water.â B gratefully accepts and murmurs their thanks, and the cool water feels like heaven as they gulp it down.
After, B pulls the paper-thin flight blanket up to their chin - at this point, they didnât care what the travel magazines said about how dirty they were. But itâs no use. The cold plane air sinks into their aching bones, and their body shivers to make up the difference. They close their eyes and wriggle around in the seat, trying to find a comfortable position that still allows them to curl up and get warm while exhaling as few germs as possible â and if there's any mercy at all, to fall unconscious for the next 3 and a half hours.
âWill you stop?â The window passenger glares at them. âItâs bad enough you brought your germs on here. But now you canât even sit still?â Tears pricked at B's eyes - being sick always made them more sensitive - but before they can squeak out an apology, C leaps to their aid.
"Lay off," C snaps. "Can't you see they don't feel good?" The other passenger huffs indignantly, and presses closer to the wall of the plane. C's eyes don't leave them, and they stretch their hand out tentatively toward B. "May I?"
B nods, letting their eyes close, and C gently lays a cool hand across their forehead, clicking their tongue at the heat. "Well, I've definitely flown with healthier seatmates than you." B tries to laugh, but a cough seizes their lungs, and they double over to try and contain it as best they can as C gently rubs between their shoulder blades. When they finally catch their breath, they rest their head on their knees, exhausted from the exertion. From their prone position, B checks their watch. 3 hours and 26 minutes to go.
I'm going to die.
Slowly, B sits up and stiffly straightens their blanket with as little movement as possible. A draft floods their section of the plane, and B longingly eyes Câs unopened blanket tucked in the seat pocket, trying to quiet the incessant chatter of their teeth.
âYou cold?â C frowns.
âFreezing,â they whimper through clenched teeth. âAnd I hurt all over and I just want to go home and I miss A and Iâm so tired.â They didnât mean to break down, but two twin tears slip from their eyes as they try to stop their lip from quivering.
Câs quiet for a moment, then stands to rustle around in the overhead compartment, and returns with a small bundle.
âLean back,â C gently commands, and A obeys and closes their eyes. Theyâre immediately draped in warmth, and open their eyes to see a thick, fleece-lined jacket being tucked over them, along with a soft travel blanket over their legs. They try to protest, but C shushes them.
âBeing sick is already miserable without being stuck in a tin can in the sky. Besides, these flight blankets suck." C gives B's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and B nearly melts at the touch.
âAnd look, if you donât want to, itâs fine - you donât know me - but you can use my shoulder if you want to try and catch some sleep.â
In any other moment B would be mortified, but they're so spent that they just nod weakly and surrender to the offer of comfort. C pulls their unused blanket out and folds it into a sort of pillow, clicking the armrest down between them, and B collapses onto them in a boneless heap. Sleep tugs at the edge of their vision, but there's one lingering question on their mind.
"C? Why....why are you helping me? You've been nothing but kind and you don't even know me."
C's quiet for a moment. "Last year, I tried to do the same thing you're doing â power through an 8-hour flight home with a blossoming case of pneumonia. Cough, chills, headache, the works. About 2 hours in, I was about ready to jump out of the plane." They chuckle lightly, but B hears the wistful note in their voice. "It was absolutely miserable, and all I wanted was someone to hold my hand and tell me itâd be okay.â
C turns to look at B. "But nobody did. Not a single soul. So I vowed that if ever I found myself in a position someday to help somebody home, Iâd do it.â
The words are so achingly comforting and desperately sad, so soft and generous and B feels like they should say something, affirm that yes, helping a random sick passenger was damn close to sainthood. But instead, sleep wins over, and they nestle closer to C as they tumble into a soft, dreamless sleep.
it feels like theyâre asleep for minutes, but when C nudges them gently, they realize that theyâre descending. Theyâre home.
The wheels skid on the runway, and the journey off the plane is a blur of sound and color and too-bright lights. B is only vaguely aware of Câs arm around their waist, guiding them through the crowd and to the baggage claim area. They must have told C which suitcase is theirs, because they blink twice and it magically appears at their feet.
âCâmon now, B. Almost there.â C gently guides them forward, and B wills themselves to power through the final few minutes.
âDo you see A anywhere?â C asks, squinting through the crowd of people. B can barely focus their eyes, and theyâre losing hope, when all of a sudden - they see them. A. Holding a small paper sign with Bâs name and a stuffed animal with a small red heart in their arms, waving wildly. Theyâre beaming, but the smile falls from their face as they see what condition Bâs in.
âB - what happened? Are you okay?â B can barely whisper Aâs name, and A pulls them into a hug, gently whispering reassurances, that theyâre home and safe.
âBit of a rough flight, but B hung in there,â C smiles, passing Bâs suitcase to A. âTheyâre not feeling too hot, but I think theyâll make it.â
Suddenly, B releases A and stumbles back to C, throwing their arms around them. Câs thrown off balance by the strength of the hug, but manage to compose themselves and pat them gently on the back.
âThank you,â B whispers. âSo much.â
C blushes. âIt was nothing. Just donât forget to pay it forward.â
B squeezes tighter. âYou deserved help. You still do.â C says nothing, just swallows tightly, and B feels Câs arms tighten ever so briefly around their waist.
A rush of dizziness floods B, and C gently guides them back to Aâs waiting arms, before handing A a scrap of paper. âListen, itâs none of my business - but can you give me a call in a couple days, just so I know theyâre feeling better?â
A takes the scrap and smiles. âAbsolutely. Itâs the least I can do to thank you for keeping old B from falling apart in public.â B grunts indignantly, almost asleep again, and A strokes their hair and smiles.
They make it back to the car, and A manages to maneuver a limp B into the passenger seat, tucking them in and cranking the heat on their side. B blinks their eyes open and smiles guilelessly. âGo home now?â
A smiles and presses a soft kiss to their forehead. âYes, love. Weâre going home now.â
#fever whump#sickfic#whump prompt#hurt comfort#caretaking#whump on a plane#PLANE WHUMP EVERYONE#FINALLY#this really took a turn I was not expecting when I set out to write this#BUT ITS DONE#also there is most certainly space for a part 2 đ
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secret relationship // wanda maximoff
summary: you're the daughter of the famous Black Widow, which comes with its own set of hurdles such as revealing to her that you're dating the newest Avenger that she also happens to be mentoring â Wanda Maximoff. What could go wrong?
warning/s: minor (implied) violence and injury
author's note: okay so the request was the reader is Natasha's daughter and is struggling to tell Natasha that she's dating Wanda. All I know is I got excited (as usual) and this happened so yeah, enjoy! Also, Wandaâs age is always a mystery to me since itâs interpreted differently with everyone, so I tried my best to explain the age gap between you and natasha so things made sense.
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"Did you know red onion and red cabbage is called 'red' instead of 'purple' because back in the old days, they didn't have enough words for colours so anything purple was defined as red?"
"The mission, Y/N," my mum, Natasha Romanoff, AKA Black Widow, scolded.
I sighed, my attention still focused on my surroundings and my gun directed ahead. "I know, I know. But did you know that the most common internet password is '123456'?"
"Y/N," Wanda, my girlfriend and teammate said with a laugh. "Stop it."
"Yeah, please, quit it," my mum added with an eye roll.
I smiled at Wanda, admiring how beautiful she looked when she hid her laugh. My mum wasn't aware we were dating, so I settled for sending her a playful wink before looking ahead.
I knew I had to focus on the mission â scouting out this abandoned HYDRA den â but it was boring. And it was obviously empty of any threats, so talking was my only pastime.
"Did you know the inventor of Pringles is buried in a Pringles can?" I said after a moment of silence, making my mum stop walking abruptly.
"Okay, you know what? New plan," she said, looking between Wanda and I. "Everyone split up. Take a look around. Stay alert. Keep in contact. Sound good?"
I quirked a brow. "You trying to get rid of me?"
She narrowed her eyes my way. "Yes."
I frowned, making Wanda crack a smile and nudge me in the shoulder.
"You need to learn to have an off button sometimes," she joked, her Sokovian accent shining through despite the voice lessons my mum was giving her. Honestly, I preferred her Sokovian accent to her American one.
"You love it," I teased, giving her a knowing smile, my mother completely unaware of the double meaning.
"Just do as I said," my mum said, already shooing me away. "Wanda, you know what to do. If you see or hear anything suspicious, use your comms."
"Yes, Miss Romanoff," Wanda said obediently, and I tried so hard to hold in laughter at her seriousness. I mean, it was great that she was respectful of my mother and her mentor, but God it was funny to witness.
"Once again, Wanda, you can just call me Nat," my mum said with a wince, trying to be polite. "Go on."
Wanda nodded and walked off, her gun raised as she'd practiced. I grinned at my mum, noticing the way she massaged her temple with mild agitation before her gaze fell to mine.
"Go. Now." She pointed behind me, and I stifled a laugh.
"Bet you love babysitting duty," I joked.
"It's not babysitting if I'm your mother," she pointed out. "Though sometimes, you make me regret not picking the baby instead of you."
"That baby would have been six years old now," I informed her. "If anything, I spared you the whole diaper thing and the outgrowing clothes thing and theâ oh yeah! Not being able to speak thing!"
"At least they wouldn't be annoying me with stupid facts," she retorted, hand on her hip. "Now be a good agent and do your job."
I rolled my eyes playfully, knowing she was kidding. Whenever I annoyed her, she'd bring up the story of how it was between twelve year old me and a six-month old baby at the adoption centre. She was worried I'd view her as an older sister or something, hence her choice of adopting the baby instead. But I never did, as she was always way more mature than any twenty-seven year old I'd met or seen at the time. And maybe, I guess, I was really desperate to have a motherly figure, and she just happened to fit the bill.
"Aye, aye, Miss Romanoff," I saluted, making her raise an eyebrow threateningly. "Okay, geez, I'm going."
I wandered off, exploring the dishevelled HYDRA den with full focus. The brief clearly stated it was an abandoned site, but I stayed on alert anyway in case there were stragglers. As usual, I only got given half the facts because of my clearance level, so I knew we were looking for a hard drive, but I had no idea what was on it.
Being a seventeen year old working in S.H.I.E.L.D. wasn't exactly how I saw my life going when I grew up in an orphanage. I honestly never thought I'd get adopted, as rumours spread quite quickly through the orphanage that once you hit double digits, nobody wanted you. So, when the beautiful, red-headed Natasha Romanoff came in, looking for an addition to her family, I felt like the luckiest kid in the world because she chose me of all the kids there.
I definitely didn't expect her to be the Black Widow, nor to teach me everything she knew about espionage, stealth, hand-to-hand combat and much more. She ensured I was multi-lingual like her, preparing me for the many S.H.I.E.L.D. missions I would have to go on. There were times when I absolutely despised her, particularly when she overtrained me or stopped me from seeing my friends. And there were times when I wished she'd never adopted me, hating that I couldn't have a normal teenage experience.
But when it came down to it, I knew I couldn't have asked for a more caring, considerate and compassionate mother. I learnt early on into our relationship that she was unable to have kids of her own, hence her interest in adoption. And honestly speaking? That was probably the worst thing in the world because if anybody deserved a child of their own, it was Natasha Romanoff. I guess, in that sense, I was lucky to have all of her love to myself.
Now that I was older, I came to appreciate how awesome she was, especially when we got to go on missions together and I saw her awesomeness upfront. The only thing was, she was extremely overprotective, so it was difficult to get sent on the dangerous missions. Though, I guess, whenever I did, she was always there to have my back and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Her overprotectiveness was also a reason why she didn't know about Wanda and I's relationship. Wanda had joined the Avengers a year ago after losing her brother in the battle against Ultron. She was a year older than me, so naturally we were drawn to each other, and before I knew it, our friendship became more. But of course, my mother could never know that. At least not yet.
"Empty here," I mumbled, rounding a corner into an empty room. As I looked through the rubbish on the desk, I continued, "Empty here... and here... and oh, look, here, too. What a surprise!"
"Y/N, I love you, but God help me I will kill you if you don't turn your damn mic off," my mother's voice came through my comms piece in my ear.
For once, I wasn't trying to piss her off, so I smiled sheepishly to myself and replied, "Sorry. Love you."
I could imagine the eye roll she was giving me in response, so continued to look around for the hard drive I saw on the brief. Still, there was nothing here.
My searching was interrupted when I heard a loud crash from a nearby room, like the sound of bricks tumbling against one another. I spun around, eyes widening with concern.
"Y/N? Wanda? What happened?" my mum's voice came through my ear, slightly reassuring me as it wasn't her who was caught up in anything. But then that meantâ
"Wanda! What happened?" I replied worriedly, already rushing out of the room and to the source of the sound.
"I'm okay," Wanda's shaky voice came through my ear, which did nothing to ease my concern.
I found the room Wanda was in quite quickly, seeing her sat on the floor as if she'd been pushed. She had a deep cut on her forehead and looked visibly distressed. Running to her side, I kneeled down beside her and cupped her face, studying her head.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" The words tumbled from my mouth so quickly I wasn't sure if it was understandable.
She nodded slowly, accepting my hand and holding it for reassurance. I followed her gaze, seeing a hole in the wall ahead, bricks crumbling and dust beginning to settle. Laying on the floor through the hole and into the next room was a HYDRA soldier, clearly dead from the impact of hitting the bricks.
Wanda's power was magnificent, but hard to control. A year later and she was still learning its limits, but sometimes slip-ups like this happened. I was, admittedly, in awe of her actions.
"I'm sorry, I should have kept him alive like Miss Roâ Nat said," Wanda apologised suddenly, and I looked back at her to see her shaking her head. "He justâ he startled me and I didn't know what I was doing until it happened. I thoughtâ"
"Don't apologise," I cut her off, squeezing her hand gently, before looking back to the cut on her forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay. You did good."
Despite my words, I bit my lower lip to contain a frown, worried about her cut.
"Damn."
Wanda and I both turned to the doorway to see my mum, who stopped and took in the sight of the hole in the wall with partial surprise and partial amazement.
"Mum, we need to get her back to the quinjet," I said, pulling her attention away from the wall. She approached me as I said, "She needs medical assistance."
I didn't let go of Wanda's hand as I moved to the side for my mum to take a look. Gently guiding Wanda's chin to the side, she took a closer look at the gash on her forehead, expression showing nothing as usual.
"You'll be okay, honey," she reassured, letting go. Her eyes drifted to our connected hands briefly, but I figured she wouldn't piece anything together, so I didn't let go. She continued, "Let's get out of here. There's no hard drive anyway."
Wanda nodded and my mum and I helped her to stand up, me still not letting go of her hand.
"The hard drive is on him," Wanda spoke suddenly, nodding to the dead HYDRA agent. "I heard his thoughts before Iâ yeah."
My mum raised her brows with surprise. "Oh. Perfect. Y/N get the drive and let's go."
I pursed my lips, glancing at Wanda with concerned eyes. She gave me a small, reassuring smile, squeezing my hand subtly before letting go.
"Right, yeah," I said, swallowing hard.
I looked back to my mum, who seemed to be studying my expression, so I cleared my throat and left to get the drive. When I retrieved it, I jogged after Wanda and my mum, checking in on her with a small smile, before leading the way to the quinjet.
When we boarded the plane, I hung around Wanda and my mum as she helped the brunette to take a seat in the back. I noticed Wanda's momentary dizziness as she sat down and felt my chest tighten.
"Hey, you okay?" I asked, kneeling before her as my mum got the first aid kit.
Wanda gave me an endearing smile as I swiped at the blood dripping down her forehead.
"I'll be alright," she said, holding my gaze with comforting green eyes before they flickered to behind me.
"Okay, Y/N, stop hanging about and start the plane whilst I stitch Wanda up," my mum said, appearing from behind me and kneeling beside me.
I nodded, glancing between the needle, thread and disinfectant in her hands and Wanda's head. Reluctantly, I got up and left them both to it as I started up the plane and got us in the air. Once we were in the clear, I flicked on autopilot before heading back to Wanda and my mum to see how things were going.
"We'll have someone look at it properly when we get back to the tower," my mum was saying to Wanda, who was now stitched up and wearing a small bandage, "but it'll hold up for now." With a playful smile, she added, "You're not dying on me just yet."
Wanda cracked a smile and whilst I appreciated how lovely it was to see their closeness in a way I never usually saw, I was still troubled by her injury. Logically, I knew she'd be okay, but it never felt good to see her injured.
"Plane is on autopilot," I announced, making my presence known. My eyes never left Wanda's bandage as I asked, "Everything okay here?"
"You need to calm down," my mum joked, making me look her way. "It's not that serious. Just some stitches."
I smiled awkwardly, but I knew it was much more than that.
"Yeah, relax, it's not a big deal," Wanda added playfully.
Her eyes met mine and I knew she was communicating the same thing through her gaze, holding a seriousness that wasn't able to be shared verbally because of my mum's presence. I tilted my head, giving her a knowing look; she knew I was aware of how big a deal it was. All I wanted to do was give her a hug and kiss and not leave her side until she felt better. And she knew that.
"I'm gonna go fly the plane," my mum said suddenly, and I almost forgot she was standing there until she spoke up. "We'll get back to base quicker..."
I glanced at her, mildly confused at her sudden change of expression. She headed to the front of the quinjet, leaving Wanda and I alone.
"Seriously though, you should relax," Wanda said, sounding like she did when it was just her and I and nobody else. She had an amused smile on her lips as she watched me worry. "I'm fine. All stitched up."
I licked my lips, sulking, as I dragged myself over to the seat beside her. She laced our fingers together, pressing a kiss to the top of my hand before facing me with an easygoing smile.
"I'm fine," she repeated gently, lovingly, sweetly.
I offered her a small smile, before leaning forward to press a kiss to her bandage. "I know. Just don't worry me like that. Especially in front of my mum. I can't take it."
"It's cute," she noted, amusement returning. "It means a lot to know someone cares."
My shoulders relaxed. "I care too much. So, please don't test that."
She laughed and I felt my heart flutter in my chest, never getting used to the sound.
"I promise not to," she said, looking up at me through her lashes.
I leaned my head on her shoulder and kept ahold of her hand, staying with her until we arrived back at base. My mum flew us the whole way back, only coming to get us once we landed. I knew I should have left Wanda's side as to not raise suspicion with my mum, but I couldn't find it in myself to do so. I just hoped she would interpret it as two concerned friends rather than her daughter having a secret girlfriend.
"You should head to the medical wing to get checked out properly," my mum said once we were back at the tower, looking to Wanda.
"Yeah," I agreed a little too eagerly. "I'll go with you."
My mum gave me a curious look. "I mean, that's not necessary."
Wanda must have sensed my eagerness, as she said, "I'd appreciate the company, actually. I don't mind."
She shot me a subtle smile, eyes bright with reassurance.
"I'm happy to accompany you, Wanda," my mum offered, and I felt my mouth go dry.
"It's okay, mum," I said suddenly, making her look to me with pursed lips. "You can go debrief and I'll make sure Wanda is cool with everything."
Glancing between us, my mum finally nodded. "I see. I guess I'll see you both later then." She paused, looking between us once more, before adding, "You did good today. Both of you."
I looked down to my shoes as Wanda shot her a grateful smile. She walked away, leaving us be, and I immediately intertwined my fingers with Wanda's as the two of us headed to the medical wing.
"You may as well write desperate on your forehead," she teased with a beautiful smile.
"So funny," I said sarcastically, though a smile of my own was present. "Let's just get you checked out."
"If it means you'll stop pouting, then sure."
"Real jokester you are. Hilarious, honestly."
Her laughter surrounded me like a warm hug and I could have listened to it forever.
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Since our mission together, I noticed the distance my mum was putting between her and I, and I had no idea why. I thought I was overthinking it and seeing things that weren't there, so I didn't follow up with it until one evening.
It was a rare occurrence for all of the Avengers to be at the tower at once, so when they were, we'd all have a 'family' dinner for some normalcy. Only, this time, I noticed how strange my mum was acting whenever I spoke to her. She'd either act super dismissive or give one word answers to my questions â once again, I wasn't sure if I was seeing things.
After dinner, everyone went their separate ways and Wanda and I stayed in the living-area to watch some TV. Though it was playing, the volume was lowered and neither of us were watching it. We were just talking about random stuff and enjoying each other's company.
"Okay, how about this one?" I said to Wanda, turning so I was facing her, a grin on my lips. "What did the clock do when it was hungry?"
As with all of my other attempts at making Wanda laugh, she stared at me with an amused smile and a quirked brow.
"Say it...," I encouraged, motioning for her to speak with my hand.
She sighed. "Okay, what did the clock do when it was hungry?" Mumbling, she added, "Even though clocks don't eat..."
I slapped her leg playfully. "Sshhh, you'll ruin the joke. And the answer is, they go back four seconds!"
Wanda didn't laugh, but she seemed entertained as she hid a smile. "Seriously?"
"Because of the number 'four' and the word 'for'," I explained. "C'mon, that's a good one!"
"D'you think you're funny?" she asked, eyeing me playfully. "Because you're not."
I shrugged, playing it off like I wasn't fussed. "I mean, I don't know about that... how about now?"
Before she could question me, I moved forward and began to tickle her sides, watching as she squirmed with laughter.
"Stop it!" she shouted, but her smile was as wide as ever as she was unable to stifle her laughter. "P-please! Y/N!"
"But you said I wasn't funny!" I retorted with a grin, practically straddling her as she attempted to push me off her. "I'm just checking if you still think that!"
Wanda was crying now, tears escaping the corners of her eyes as she continued to laugh. "I'm s-sorry! Y/N, stop!"
Before I could think how to respond, the doors to the living-area opened and in walked Steve Rogers AKA Captain America, a confused expression on his face as he saw me sat on Wanda.
"Hey, ladies," he greeted, raising an eyebrow. "You both good?"
I pulled my hands away from Wanda and breathed out, still smiling as I glanced down at her. She blew a strand of hair from her eyes and glared at me playfully.
"Yeah, just talking," I answered Steve, before being thrown off Wanda and to the floor with a thud.
"Just Y/N harassing me as usual," Wanda corrected, and I sat up to see her sitting up, too, fixing her hair.
Steve chuckled as he headed to the fridge in the connected kitchen. Wanda helped me back onto the couch, nudging me in the side as a response to the tickle fest, before leaning on me and stretching her legs across the couch.
"So, hey, what's up with you and your mum?" Steve asked as I continued to annoy Wanda by flicking her face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, not looking up as I grinned down at Wanda, watching as her eyes glowed red threateningly.
"Don't make me hurt you," she said teasingly, lifting a hand and summoning her powers, red wisps of energy becoming present.
I stopped flicking her and intertwined her hand in mine, watching as her eyes faded to its usual colour.
"She just seemed distant at dinner," Steve continued.
I looked up and saw he was leaning against the counter with a water bottle in his hand. Wanda continued to stretch, practically on top of me, probably to annoy me as I had been doing with her. I moved her hands out of my face as I nodded to Steve.
"So, you saw it too? She was being off, right?" I asked him, glad I wasn't just imagining things.
He nodded, gulping his water, before saying casually, "Definitely. What did you do? Finally tell her about you and Wanda?"
It took me a second to realise what he'd said, but when I did, my eyes widened and I spluttered out a terrible response. "Whatâ what about Wanda and I?"
I glanced at Wanda as she began to sit up properly. She looked more confused than panicked.
"You know, that you're together," Steve said like it was obvious.
I cleared my throat. "What? Why would you think that?"
Steve smiled with confusion. "Wait, so you're not? But I thoughtâ" He paused, pulling a face. "No, you are! Everybody thinks you are!"
I shrugged it off, though inside I was panicking. "I mean, even if that was the case, why do you think my mum knows?"
Steve nodded knowingly. "She's been off with you all night. And then I caught up with her after dinner and she wasn't in a very talkative mood. Just mumbled something like 'new girl, her age, pretty, nice, should have seen it coming'. I assumed she was talking about Wanda."
Heat crept up my neck with embarrassment and when I looked to Wanda, I saw her cheeks dusting a red colour, similar to the energy she could summon. She looked as flustered as I felt.
"Has your mum been okay with you before today?" Steve asked, trying to be helpful.
I chewed on my lower lip and shook my head. "Not since we got back from our last mission..."
Steve scrunched his face with sympathy. "Oof. You should probably talk to her then. You know how much she hates secrets."
I groaned internally. "Thanks for the reminder."
He saluted playfully, his stupid smile on his stupid face, before leaving Wanda and I alone again.
"Well, looks like she knows," I said to Wanda, sinking into the couch with hopes it would swallow me forever.
"She might not," Wanda tried to make me feel better, resting a hand on my leg. "It could be something else."
I gave her a knowing look. "She has to know. It's the only thing that makes sense. You heard Steve."
Wanda sighed, sinking into the couch beside me. "Yeah..." She glanced at me and I looked at her as she said, "I did tell you to tell her."
I forced a smile. "Gee, Wanda, that was helpful. Thanks."
Wanda rolled her eyes before leaning her head on my shoulder. "Sorry..."
I rested my hand on hers. "It's okay, sorry. I justâ she's gonna be really mad that I kept this from her."
"Yeah, why did you do that again?" Wanda asked questioningly.
I massaged the tension between my eyebrows. "Because she's too overprotective. It gets too much to handle sometimes... Take my last boyfriend for example. He was some tool that cheated on me and, oh boy, my mum wanted to kill him. I had to physically restrain her from doing so."
"I don't blame her," Wanda quipped, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
I smiled a little, squeezing her hand. "I know... she ended up slashing his tyres and egging his car without telling me. But instead of egging the outside, she broke into it and egged the inside. A thoughtful take on a classic, I must admit."
Wanda laughed, her whole body shaking with pure amusement as she listened to the story. I couldn't help but smile myself, remembering it like it was yesterday. Definitely a fun time.
"I appreciated it, don't get me wrong," I added, smile fading. "I just didn't want that to happen again. I wanted to enjoy our relationship without anyone spying on us, y'know? But now she's gonna be super angry."
Wanda let go of my hand and rolled on top of me, leaning down on my chest so she could look me in the eyes. I wrapped my arms loosely around her to keep her steady.
"She only wants the best for you," Wanda told me gently. "You have to tell her you're sorry. Explain why you did what you did, but hear her out, too. She's your mum. Caring too much isn't a bad thing."
I groaned, knowing she was right. She smiled reassuringly, patting my chest.
"You get the caring too much thing from her by the way," she added, before leaning forward and pressing a haste kiss to my lips. "It's okay though because I love it."
I smiled, never really seeing it like that. Raising my hand, I brushed my thumb over the small bandage on her head; her injury was still healing, but she didn't let it bother her. Very Wanda-like.
"Thanks," I mumbled, meeting her gaze. "You always say the right thing."
"Which is why I'm going to tell you to get up and go to your mum," she ordered playfully, pushing herself off me and holding out her hand.
I let her pull me up before straightening up and taking a deep breath. Wanda was right. I just needed to be open and explain my piece. It would be fine.
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So, it wasn't fine.
When I entered my mum's living quarters, she wasn't the happiest to see me. In fact, she actively turned her body to face her TV when I came through the door.
"Hey," I started with a small smile, fighting the nerves in my stomach. "Can we, er, can we talk?"
She grabbed the cushion on the couch next to her, hugging it to her chest. Her eyes didn't leave the TV, but the space next to her was free, so I took that as an opportunity to close the door and sit beside her.
The news was playing on the TV â headlines, I think â and they were talking about a new elected congressman in New York.
"Seriously? The news? Even in your free time?" I asked playfully, hoping it would lighten the mood.
She didn't even glance my way as she muttered, "I like to know what's happening in the world."
Losing my smile, I straightened up and cleared my throat. "Right, right..."
It went quiet as the TV played in the background and my mum said absolutely nothing. I grabbed the other cushion on the couch and hugged it to my chest, similar to her. It was a nervous habit that I picked up from, well, from her.
"You said you wanted to talk?" she reminded me. "So, talk."
Having the Black Widow as your mother wasn't something anyone could get used to. She could be the most caring, loving, protective person in the world, but she could also appear quiet, intimidating and ruthless like the trained assassin she was. Not the greatest combination when trying to open up to her.
"I think I know what you're thinking," I started, pinching my hand to distract from my growing anxiety.
Without hesitation, she bent forward to grab the TV remote and turned it off before turning to me with sad eyes.
"That's where you're wrong," she said calmly, and it was way worse than her yelling. I would have preferred her yelling to be honest. The disappointment in her voice was much worse. "You always assume you know what I'm thinking. What I'm going to say or do."
I avoided her eyes guiltily. "Mum, look, I know that I should have told you the truth. And I know how angry you are, butâ"
"I'm not angry, Y/N!" she shouted, finally, standing up off the couch and creating space between us.
I winced. "You sound angry."
She put her hands on her hips, looking down to her feet and taking a breath. Her voice at normal volume, she said, "I'm upset. Youâ you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth. Instead, I had to put it together when you acted how you did with Wanda after that mission and..." She paused, sighing. "Forget it."
"No, keep going," I pleaded, the guilt piercing through me sharply. "You're right."
She swallowed hard, glancing at me with glassy eyes. "I wouldn't have done anything. I know I have in the past, but this is Wanda we're talking about. I've been her mentor for a year. I care about her andâ andâ she's good. And she's good for you."
Okay, I definitely misread this whole thing because now my mum was upset, on the verge of tears, and I was the arsehole responsible for it.
"I'm so sorry," I said, standing up and moving forward to hold her arms. "I should have trusted you. I mean, it wasn't even about trust. I was just scared you'd react badly. But it wrong of me to assume that."
She frowned, looking down to her shoes. "I know I can be tough sometimes, but it's only because I care."
I thought back to Wanda's words and gave her a small smile. "I know. I get it from you."
"I am happy for you, you know," she said, glancing at me petulantly.
My expression softened. "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you."
Without another word, she pulled me in for a motherly hug, making me close my eyes and relax in her arms. I still felt horrible for making her feel like I couldn't trust her when it was anything but that.
"I'm sorry," I repeated quietly into her shoulder.
"I forgive you," she said, before pulling away and giving me a small smile. "Now tell me. You're happy?"
The thought of being with Wanda gave me butterflies and I couldn't help but smile in response. With a nod, I said, "I am."
She nodded, squeezing my shoulders gently before fully letting go. "Good. I'm glad you've got her... I know you can take care of yourself, but she's strong, too. She can look out for you when I'm not around anymore."
I shoved her in the shoulder. "Don't joke about that. She isn't replacing you and you're not going anywhere, you hear me?"
She laughed, nodding. "Not yet anyway. But sure, okay."
I relaxed and gave her a nervous smile. "So, you wanna meet Wanda? Like, as my girlfriend and not your student?"
She rolled her eyes playfully. "If I must."
I smiled widely, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door. "She loves you a lot, y'know. She wanted me to tell you about us as soon as we got together. She hated lying to you."
"Yeah because she knows that lying is wrong," she teased me, making me groan loudly. With a chuckle, she added, "I love her, too. She's definitely something."
"Hell yeah she is," I said in agreement, grinning to my mum as I dragged her to the living-area where I last left Wanda.
On the way, we passed Steve in the hall, who took notice of the smiles on our faces and nodded knowingly.
"Glad to see you worked it out," he said supportively.
"Thanks for the heads up," I told him gratefully as we passed him.
When we reached the living-area, I saw Wanda sat on the couch watching TV. When she saw who entered, she straightened up instantly, moving to stand and unsure what else to say or do. It was cute, the respect she had for my mum.
"Did youâ Iâ She told you?" she stumbled over her words, starting to speak to me but eventually looking to my mum.
My mum glanced at me before meeting Wanda's nervous eyes. "She did."
Wanda licked her lips anxiously. "And you're okay with it...? Angry...? Wanna kill me...?"
I watched my mum, nodding encouragingly to her. She sighed before giving Wanda a small smile.
"No killing will be necessary," she reassured my girlfriend. "Unless, of course, you break my daughter's heart. Then in which case, I may have to find you when you're sleeping."
"Mum!" I complained, face falling into my hands with embarrassment.
"I'm just being truthful," my mum said with seriousness, before looking to Wanda expectantly.
Wanda surprisingly took it well, probably used to my mum's personality after training with her for a year. "I understand completely, Nat and I'll hold you to that. I have no intention of breaking Y/N's heart."
A rare, genuine smile appeared on my mother's lips. "I know you don't. Justâ" She paused, glancing at me. "Keep her safe, yeah? She's a bit stupid sometimes."
Wanda laughed as my mum smiled with amusement, like it was an inside joke.
"Right here, you know," I reminded them with a wave of my hand.
They only rolled their eyes.
"I will," Wanda promised my mum. "Thank you for being okay with this."
My mum nodded, giving us both a final smile and once over, before saying, "I'll leave you to it. Goodnight."
Wanda and I bid our goodnights, watching her leave before a giant sigh of relief escaped our lips.
"You feel better?" Wanda asked me, grabbing my hand and tugging me to the couch.
She let me fall on her chest easily, snuggling up to her as she wrapped an arm around me and held me close. I inhaled her perfume, a familiar and comforting scent, as my head rested in the crook of her neck.
"I feel better," I answered, closing my eyes and letting her intertwine our fingers.
"I believe this is the part where you say I was right," she prompted, a hint of amusement in her words.
"Don't make me hurt you," I mumbled, making her laugh quietly beneath me.
"You're lucky I love you," she said, kissing the top of my head. "I guess opposites do attract. You're the stupid one and I'm the clever one."
"Wanda?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck off."
She laughed again, and even though it was at me, I couldn't help the content smile from spreading on my lips.
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little acts of love
what are some little things that the genshin boys would do to show that they love you? sometimes, there are acts of affection that aren't so obvious to the human eye alone.
characters: diluc, kaeya, xiao, albedo
genre: fluff, gender neutral
a/n: hey, hey, this is my first genshin headcanon, please let me know your thoughts:)
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Diluc âŁ
he would pat your head
whether he's simply passing by or watching you work hard on whatever task you have at hand, he always feels inclined to give you a pat on the head
it's nothing extravagant, really
but, he finds that it delivers a sense of reassurance and the pride that swells in his heart when he sees you â feelings that he normally finds difficult to convey through words
as he's quite a tall person, i think it also comes naturally to him
he wants to protect you, and the way you always lean into his touch reminds him that you understand that
it's almost become a thing between you two, whenever you'd run up to see him, he'd greet you with a smile and a small pat on the head
whenever he holds you, he feels like he has the whole world in his hands (which he firmly believes he actually does)
and you, you love the warmth of his touch
he would leave small gifts
diluc may constantly be absorbed in his work, but there's almost never a moment where you leave his thoughts
he'd be walking down the streets or around the winery and suddenly think, "ah! they would surely love this" or "huh, this reminds me of that one time they stupidly tripped down a hill"
and he would promptly be reminded about the million reasons why he loves you
up until today, there's hardly been a time where he came home without something in hand
sometimes it's a small flower that he thought would match your outfit today, sometimes he goes out of his way to buy you some materials that he knows you've been needing recently
whatever it is, the effort that goes into getting you these gifts is always worth it if he gets to see the bright smile on your face
Kaeya âŁ
he would keep an arm around you
oftentimes it's around your shoulder, sometimes it's around your waist
wherever you go, kaeya loves to keep you close to him
maybe it's because there's a deep-rooted fear that you may disappear if he doesn't cherish you enough, yes, that point still stands
but! more than that, it's simply because he loves being near you
he can't get enough of your beauty, your lovely voice and cute smile â he's absolutely drunk on you
he would openly admit that he also likes showing you off too
he wants to make sure that everyone knows just how great of a person you are, so that they could shower you in the praise that you deserve
this man would never leave your side unless he has to
he would let his guard down
everyone knows kaeya for his smug personality, there's almost never a moment where he's not acting haughty
but there are times where even he gets tired of keeping that act
and those times are when he's with you
of course, he still pulls out a joke and teases you from time to time (he can't help it, it's practically in his blood), but he's also a lot calmer and relaxed when you're together
or should i say, he becomes soft
he doesn't feel the responsibility of being the cavalry captain or the pressure of being, well, kaeya
at least the kaeya that the rest of mondstadt thinks he is
he knows he's popular and that some people have mixed feelings about him, but he has complete trust into you, knowing that you love him for who he actually is â both the personality he projects, and the quieter one he keeps hidden
Xiao âŁ
he would watch you as you leave
xiao's primary job is to protect liyue, so this makes sense
you are just as important (if not, more) to him, so he would do anything in his power to keep you safe
but of course, there is an extent to his doting, he understands your individuality and knows you're very capable of taking care of yourself
though that doesn't stop him from sitting on the roof of wangshu inn and watching your figure retreat into the distance
he'd sit there and watch you until you were out of his sight
this means even if you stop to talk with other travellers or merchants along the way, or if you get off track because you've spotted the resources you've been needing recently
xiao's a patient man, and not a single ounce of him would complain about that; all that matters is that you're safe
he also finds it cute when you spot a familiar face and get all happy, though he can't understand how you could possibly be excited about meeting someone
he would kiss you when you're asleep
or maybe... you weren't actually asleep but he thought you were asleep !?!?
speculations aside, i think this is the vulnerable side he would only show in private
we all know he doesn't really care for relationships or as he calls it "mutual understanding", so falling in love was already something really big for him
but seeing you asleep, sometimes on his lap, or against his chest, or next to him in bed, he can't stop the urge to plant a soft kiss on your forehead
he literally cannot stop it; the warm buzz in his chest and the way his heart warms as he kisses you
only being near you quells those feelings
sometimes you stir in your sleep because of him, so he'd spend the next while gently stroking your head to lull you back to sleep
Albedo âŁ
he would trust you
okay look, that might not sound like much, but to an alchemist who's always making sure that everything is precise and accurate, it's difficult to find someone that he doesn't have to be wary of while conducting experiments
add on that internal battle he's constantly having with himself, it's relieving to finally have someone that he can be himself around; he doesn't have to keep his guard up
whenever you enter the lab, he doesn't have to pause his current experiment to accommodate to your presence
usually, he'd have to stop, so that he could focus and discuss matters with whoever came in without interruptions
however, you both have this mutual agreement that if you came in while he was working, he didn't have to worry about diverting his attention â he could finish it and as soon as he does, he would give you all the attention in the world
he appreciates that you genuinely listen to his speculations about life as most people tend to brush off his rambling and nonsense
he would constantly draw you
as an artist, albedo knows the importance of occasional practice and warm-ups to ensure his skills don't get rusty
so why not practice on you?
to him, you were the perfect model, he was fascinated by every single detail of your body and he thought you always moved with elegance
he doesn't think he would ever get bored of drawing the same thing over and over again, because he learns something new about you every single day
and most of the time, you aren't even aware that he's sketching you
he'd quietly sit at a distance and watch as you carry on with your own work
by the time you're done, his page would be full of small sketches
if you nudge him, he might give in and show you those drawings, but oftentimes, he keeps them to himself
he's sure you already know how beautiful you are, and if not, then boy oh boy is he whipping out the sketchbook
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Painted Nails and Pride
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internalized homophobia, john being an a**hole, bisexual dean, found family, happy ending
written for day 7 of @spnprideweek
Music boomed from the park down the street and Dean tried to focus on the newspapers spread out before him, front pages covered with news about a bear attack at a campsite a few miles west. Not actually a bear attack, of course. From the tracks theyâd seen when they hiked out there yesterday, Dad's money was on wendigo.
Cheering drew his eyes from the table where he, Sam, and Dad sat outside a restaurant to the people heading down the sidewalk towards the music. Banners on streetlights along the road proclaimed that today marked Roseville's 3rd Annual Pride Parade. His eyes snagged on a group of kids his own age standing on the street corner, hugging and talking excitedly. One boy had painted nails and wore a cropped shirt that exposed his midriff. As he talked with his friends, he looked around, and his eyes met Deanâs. He smiled at him, and Dean ducked his head, face burning.
An announcerâs voice echoed down the street. âWelcome to Pride,â the voice boomed. Dean folded and unfolded the corner of the newspaper, listening to the cheering, rotating the ring on his thumb around and around.
Dad snorted, and Dean glanced up at him. Arms crossed, leaning back in his chair, he watched the proceedings with a scowl on his face. Dean studied the newspapers more intently, underlining words just to look like he was doing something productive. Part of him wanted to go down to the parade, just to see what it was all about, but that was ridiculous. Only affirmed by a derogatory comment Dad made low under his breath about the people in the street.
âYeah,â Dean agreed verbally, jostling his leg under the table. He glanced sideways at Sam, who was giving Dad a glare. Dean gave him a look that meant, donât start, but Sam ignored him.
âDonât say that,â he said, and Dean froze, eyes snapping to their father. Dad pulled his eyes from the street to Sam, giving him a long, steady look.
âWhat?â he asked after a long moment. âYou one of them?â
Sam only held his gaze for a second before it seemed his courage failed. He ducked his head. âNo,â he mumbled, kicking at the table leg.
Dad stared at him for another long moment, expressionless, before turning his journal around and dropping it in front of Sam. âShut up and make yourself useful. Sooner we figure out whatâs killing these folks, sooner we can get out of this goddamn town.â
He waved down the waitress for another drink, and Dean glared at Sam, who was absently thumbed through the journal pages. Returning to his own work, he snapped one newspaper closed and opened another, skimmed an article about the victimâs family. The words didnât really make sense in his head, though, and too soon he found himself watching the people in the street again. The boy whoâd smiled at him had disappeared, though, probably watching the parade.
Finding a one-off line in an article about rumors of a strange being haunting the woods, he circled it and handed the newspaper across the table.
âNice work,â Dad said, taking the paper, but instead of the usual warmth from his praise, Dean only felt sick.
He felt about the same now, standing in Jodyâs kitchenâoff to the side so he wouldnât be in the way during the frenzied preparations to attend the Sioux Falls Pride Parade. Music played from Patienceâs phone, some song he recognized from Cas constantly turning the radio dial to the pop music station. Sam helped Kaia finish a sign decorated with the lesbian flag, and Eileen signed with Alex who was learning sign language in high school. Claire sat at the table painting Jackâs nails, who wriggled in his seat excitedly.
Catching Deanâs eyes, he held up the hand Claire had finished. âDean, look!â
Dean forced a smile. âLooks good.â
âStay still,â Claire ordered, frowning down at Jackâs hand as she painted his pinky.
This was a bad idea, Dean thought. Jody had invited them for the week, mentioning off-hand that Sioux Fallâs pride events were going on, and Dean had pushed aside the mild panic at that comment, told her theyâd come visit. He didnât know heâd be roped into joining everyone at Pride, but here he was, feeling out of place in the corner of the kitchen. Who knew how heâd feel standing at the parade.
âWant me to do yours?â Claire asked, and Dean snapped his attention back to her. She was holding a bottle of nail polish, others lined up next to her on the table, and he froze, realizing what she was suggesting.
His first instinct was to spit out, âIâm not one of those,â but guilt rushed through him for how harsh the words sounded in his head. Defensive words, unnecessary ones because there was no threat here. He didn't mean them anyway.
Swallowing them down, he glanced around the kitchen for rescue. Cas was helping Donna pack water bottles because âItâs gonna be hot out there,â but he mustâve felt Deanâs gaze because he looked over and gave him a reassuring smile. No judgement in his eyes, or Claire's either, for that matter. He had a feeling he wouldn't find any judgement in this kitchen, which should've been a relief, but he had a hard time trusting it.
âCome on, Dean,â Jack said. âWe can match!â
You can do this, Dean told himself. It's just Pride, not an Apocalypse.
He tried to smile. âSure,â he said, going to the table and sitting down, chest tight.
He chose the color blue because it felt less ostentatious than the pinks and lilacs Claire presented to him. Even so, the color looked strikingly bright in the sunlight as he stood along the street marked off for the parade, and he shoved his hands into his pockets.
âHey,â Cas said, touching his shoulder. Dean tensed, then felt awful for his reaction, but Cas didnât move away, only rubbed between his shoulder blades until Dean relaxed marginally. âYou okay?â
Dean nodded. âFine,â he managed. Cas gave him a small smile and leaned his head on Deanâs shoulder.
A float passed with people waving and dancing on top, a banner strung across the front declaring, âProtect Trans Kids.â Jack waved a rainbow flag around, cheering along with the crowd. Claireâs arm was wrapped around Kaiaâs shoulders, a smile tugging at her mouth despite her attempts to look unbothered by the proceedings. Dean wished he could feel that nonchalant. Instead, he kept looking over his shoulder. He didnât know exactly what threat he was looking for, but the press of the growing crowds and the heat and noise, the bright colors and waving flags everywhere he looked was making him nauseous.
Turning back to the parade, he met Samâs eyes. âNever thought weâd both end up here, right?â Sam asked over the noise, attempting levity, and Dean wondered if he remembered sitting outside near a Pride parade, feeling so unsure. There were plenty of other instances to remember, plenty of times John made disparaging comments that Dean either pretended to not hear or agreed with out of a panic that if he wasnât careful, they might be directed at him next.
âThis is fun,â Sam commented, watching the parade, and Dean wished he could agree.
Easy for you to say, he thought. You have a girlfriend, peopleâll assume youâre straight. But he felt bad for thinking it. He didnât want Cas to move away from himâif anything, wanted him closer, wanted his arm around him. But he felt too tense to move.
A crowd of middle-aged people walked in the parade, t-shirts reading variations of MOM HUGS, DAD HUGS, GRANDPA HUGS. Dean watched as people stepped off the sidewalk and hugged the moms and dads, some crying as soon as arms wrapped around them.
Without his permission, he felt his own eyes growing teary and he ducked his head, scraped his heel on the sidewalk.
âDammit,â Jody said. âWhere can I get one of those t-shirts?â
âWe gotta do that next year,â Donna decided, and Jack gave her a hug.
âYou can hand out hugs without the t-shirt,â he told her, and she grinned.
âYouâre right.â Lifting her arms, she announced, âFree hugs over here!â People around them laughed, and someone took her up on the offer, telling her, âYouâve got a lovely family.â
Donna beamed. âWhy yes I do.â She pulled Claire into a half-hug that Claire resisted, protesting the whole time. âCome here, Sam,â she said, yanking Sam into a hug that he had to nearly fold himself in half for. Everyone else got their turn, then she turned to Dean, holding out her arms.
Dean stepped into it, wrapping his arms around her. A gentler hug, Donna rubbing his back. Dean sunk into the embrace, the chaos around him subsiding for a moment.
âWeâre family now, right?â she asked, pulling away to meet his eyes, and Dean nodded. Smiling at him and patting his arm, she turned back to Jody, wrapping an arm around her.
It felt a little easier to breathe now, his chest not so tight. The crowds around them didnât seem so threatening, just smiling people with their families like he was with his. Eileen cheered as a float passed with an Irish LGBTQ+ coalition, and Dean smiled, easier now, not forced.
Jody pulled Donna in for a kiss that turned into making out. Claire rolled her eyes. âEw, guys, Gross.â Kaia elbowed her and Claireâs put-on air of displeasure broke into a grin as she elbowed her back. Cas nudged Dean with a small smile when a float of pink, purple, and blue streamers drove past. For a moment, Dean's chest seized, John's voice ringing in his head, but in all the noise around them, it quickly drowned out.
Pulling his hands from his pockets, he took Casâ hand. Cas interlaced their fingers immediately, squeezing tightly, then lifted their hands and studied Deanâs nails. Dean had let Jack paint a smiley face on his pinky to match the one on Jackâs thumbs. Staring at them, he thought of a boy at Pride with painted nails, his own fears and wants tightening his chest, but then Cas looked up at him with a smile, and the memory faded into a warm glow.
âI like them,â Cas told him.
âYeah," Dean said. "Me too.â
#spnprideweek#bluefirecas#seraphcastiel#rambleoncas#userstarry#userpris#destiel fic#pride#internalized homophobia#john's a+ parenting#established dean/cas#bisexual dean winchester#inspired by my first time at pride#:)#expectingtofly writes
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LET ME SHOW YOU | SAM WINCHESTER [SMUT 18+]
Summary: Having been turned on all day, you decide you canât wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.
Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), impala sex (unprotected but yâall can pretend otherwise)
A/N: Itâs been a hot minute since Iâve written an imagine, and technically this one is meant for my Sam Winchester fic on Wattpad so it wasnât intended to be an imagine, but I figured it could work as one so here it is lmao. Also, destiel is pretty much implied in this, but youâre free to see Dean and Cas however you want. I also edited this, but I apologize for any errors or if it says her/she/birdie (who is my spn oc) instead of you/your/etc!
You felt like your entire body had been set on fire without warning. Your skin was incredibly warm as you tried to remain still, feeling like your body was getting hotter and hotter despite how cold it actually was inside the bunker. Your hair was pushed back so it would stop clinging to your neck/sides of your face, your mind unable to focus on your laptop that was placed in front of you as something else was taking over all of your senses.
You were very aware of the fact that you werenât alone in the library, twisting and pursing your lips together as you tried to ignore the rampant thoughts that kept popping into your mind every time your gaze flickered over to Sam. But, every time your eyes fell on your husband, you couldnât help but admire his stunning features, picturing all of the sides youâd seen of him in your many years of being a coupleâsome of which only made the ache between your legs increase.
You bit her lip when you looked away from him again, trying to force the thoughts aside; you desperately hoped youâd be alone soon.
âY/N?â
Your head shot up from your laptop that had started dim from your lack of actually doing anything on it in the last few minutes, eyes slightly widened as you looked across at Castiel who was sat in front of you, his bright blue eyes pinned to your features.
âWhat?â you asked, glancing aside at Sam and Dean who were both staring at you with confusion much like Castiel.
âWe were askinâ if you found anything,â Dean said, noticing how your laptop had dimmed.
âOh, uh, Iâno. Not yet, anyways,â you answered with a heavy sigh, briefly glancing towards Sam before your eyes swiveled to Dean and then Castiel.
âAre you feeling okay?â Castiel wondered, curiously tilting his head at you. âYou donât look like youâre feeling well.â
âThanks, Cas,â you sarcastically said, giving him a fake smile as you folded your arms over your chest and crossed your legs. âI can always count on you for a pick me up, canât I?â
âIâm sorry, Y/N. I didnât mean it like that,â he said, a faint frown appearing on his lips.
Samâs lips turned into a frown, noting that you did look rather pale compared to usual. You looked slightly sweaty, eyes looking more dark than normal. You easily noticed the change in Samâs expression, quickly shaking your head as you closed your laptop; there was no point in keeping it open, anyways. âIâm fine,â you firmly told him, giving him a look when you saw him shoot you a similar look.
âYou sure?â Dean asked, curiously eyeing you from the seat next to you.
âYes, Iâm sure, Dean,â you said, flashing a perky smile on your lips as if it would assure the three men.
Dean shook his head with a small smile appearing on his lips, closing his own laptop. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing Sam wouldnât let it go, he decided against pushing the subject. âAlright, whatever you say, Y/N,â he said. Then his eyes flickered over to Castiel, nudging his head to the side as he started to stand up from the table. âCome on, you still gotta finish watchinâ Seven.â
Castiel warmly smiled, looking at Sam and you as he stood up from the chair. âNight, guys.â
âNight, Cas,â you and Sam said in unison, smiling back at the angel.
Dean tucked his laptop under his arm, silently nodding towards his brother and you as he waited for Castiel. You and Sam quietly watched them walk away, a grin lingering on your lips until they were gone.
You let out a heavily sigh and leaned your head back, puffing out your cheeks. Sam stood up from his own chair and headed over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You jumped at the sudden touch, looking at him with wide eyes. âFuck,â you whispered, letting out a breath of relief as you realized it was only Sam, âYou almost sent me into cardiac arrest.â
Sam softly laughed, innocently raising his hands as he sat on the table, peering down at you. You shook her head as you stood up, adjusting Samâs flannel that you wore over a pair of leggings, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. âAre you sure youâre feeling okay, babe?â he asked, genuine concern etched on his features as you stood in front of him. âYouâre pretty warm.â
You let out a sigh, glancing around to make sure Dean nor Castiel were around at the moment. âI-Iâm not sick, I promise,â you said, looking at your husband. âIâm just. . .â
Sam softly gazed at you when she lowered you head, warmly smiling as he lifted his hand to you chin to make you look at him again. âJust what?â
You coyly smiled, a thought suddenly occurring to you. âLet me show you.â
The corners of Samâs lips tweaked up into a smirk, finally noticing the look that was swirling around in your eyes. âI shouldâve known,â he thought to himself, already feeling himself start to grow hot with anticipation. You eagerly took his larger hand in yours, tugging him in the opposite direction of their shared bedroom.
You giddily giggled as you hurried down the narrow halls of the bunker, tugging Sam towards the garage with a devilish smirk appearing on your lips, stealing a glance behind you to make sure that Dean nor Castiel hadnât left the room for some reason. âYou donât think they have plans to actually go anywhere tonight after their movie, do you?â You asked Sam, carefully walking with your back facing the spacious garage while your intense gaze was pinned to Sam as your warm hand still clutched his in your own.
âGod I fuckinâ hope not,â Sam breathlessly replied, eyes lighting up with a rush of excitement as you guided him over to the Impala.
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the two of you came up to the side of the Impala, standing beside one of the back doors as you fully faced Sam, body even warmer than before.
âWell, even if they do. . .â You softly said, trailing one of your hands up one of Samâs buff arms, fingertips trailing up until they reached his stubbly jaw. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing his usually bright eyes had darkened a few shades as they took in your features. Your smirk instantly widened, peering up at Sam. âTheyâll just have to wait.â
âIs that so?â Sam asked in a low tone, taking a few steps closer so you were pressed up against the Impala, your chests almost pressed together as he stood in front of you with his hands softly caressing your hips. âWell, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?â
âI donât know yet,â you teased, running a few of your fingers along his bottom lip. âYou were teasing me all day pretty much with your soft hair, your kissable lips. . .â
Sam darkly chuckled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as your words made his excitement increase. âThen let me make it up to you.â
You leaned forward in response, Sam quickly bending his head down to connect you lips when she moved towards him. One of your hands automatically went to his shaggy hair, gently tugging on it to elicit a low groan from Sam. You smiled with approval, feeling one of his hands go to your lower back and press your body up against his while the other went to the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair. Your soft lips parted as the kiss became more needy, giving Sam access to explore your mouth like his life depended on it.
Samâs hand moved from your back and to the handle off to the side, quickly finding it and pulling it open with a grunt. âAfter you,â Sam panted.
You excitedly grinned and crawled into the backseat, seeing Sam steal a glance around the garage to make sure no one was around before climbing inside as well and closing the door behind him. You eagerly leaned forward, connecting your lips once more as your fingers started to undo the buttons of the flannel Sam wore. Sam grinned into the kiss, assisting you with removing the shirt before carelessly tossing it to the side. Then he broke apart from the kiss, discarding the plain gray shirt heâd been wearing underneath as you started to undo the buttons of the flannel you had on.
Sam reconnected your lips just as she finished unbuttoning it. You giggled, going to shrug it off until one of Samâs hands stopped you. âSeeing you in my clothes drives me absolutely crazy. . .I wanna see you come undone with it on.â
You let out a shaky breath at his words, lowering your hands. You bit her lip and cupped his cheeks in your clammy hands, firmly kissing him. âI love you,â you told him.
Sam grinned, giving you a quick peck in return. âI love you too,â he murmured, one hand trailing down your sides, stopping along the side of your thigh as his other hand guided you to scoot back more and lay against the back of the leather seat. âAnd, I wanna show you. . .just how. . .much,â he gruffly said, pecking your cheek, nose, and chin as he spoke.
Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked in a deep breath, feeling Sam kiss along your neck. âGod. . .â You whispered, involuntarily bucking your hips up as one hand gripped his hair again.
âSomeoneâs eager,â Sam murmured against your hot skin, his hand still caressing her thigh, setting her entire body on fire even more with just a simple touch.
âPlease, Sam,â you whimpered, catching his gaze.
Sam slowly moved down your body, reaching for the hem of your leggings. âWearing a skirt today woulda made this a lot easier,â he said, causing a laugh to erupt from you as he started to tug down your skin tight leggings. You lifted your hips, helping him to discard both your leggings and panties as quick as possible. âBut, they donât show off your ass as well as these do.â
You bit her lip at his words, your heart starting to beat even faster as Sam settled himself between your legs. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, easing your legs apart with one leg settling over his shoulder and the other over the seat with your foot planted on the ground. Samâs gaze remained locked on yours as he scooted closer, blowing on you gently. Your head instantly fell back, a gasp escaping your lips.
âI really was turninâ you on without even touching you, huh,â Sam said, one hand caressing your inner thigh. You merely whimpered in response, lifting your head just in time to see him dive in to your center.
A loud moan escaped your lips as he expertly dragged his tongue through her heat, feeling Sam slip one arm under your leg, keeping her close. âShit, Sam!â You gasped in pure pleasure, lips parted and brows furrowed as you sat up on her elbows, breathlessly watching him move against you core; he knew just what to do to get you even more turned on and screaming his name. He looked up at you, groaning against you when you bit her lip and leaned your head back again. âOh, fuck!â
He swirled his tongue through your center, circling around your clit as he fastened his pace. âYouâre being more quiet than usual,â Sam said in between licks, causing you to groan at the uneven pace. âDonât want Dean or Cas to hear how gorgeous you sound?â
âIâplease, Sam,â you gasped.
âWhat was that?â Sam asked, lightly licking at you heat.
You panted, looking at him with desperation. âPlease, Sam! Fuck!â
Sam flattened his tongue against your center to give you exactly what you wanted, seeing you close your eyes in pleasure. He got a steady movement, going faster when you started to moan louder. One of your hands reached down, tightly gripping his hair as you moved against his mouth. Sam moaned against you, nearly getting off just by watching you fall apart with only the use of his skillful tongue.
âHoly fuck,â you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you felt herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell too, fastening his pace as you tightened your grip on his hair, a loud moan erupting from your parted lips as you arched your back. âSam! Shit, I-Iââ
âI got you, baby,â Sam said, knowing you were incredibly close. âI got you.â
With those words, you came against his mouth, your loud moans filling the Impala as Sam continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm. Your grip on his hair loosened while your hips stilled against his mouth, chest rising and falling quickly as your eyes remained closed with complete bliss.
âHoly fuck,â you said after a few moments, opening your eyes when you felt Sam crawl on top of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss without a second thought. He eagerly kissed you back, lowering his body so you were closer together while one of his hands traveled down between your legs.
You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slipped through you, opening your eyes to look at him. âI think itâs your turn now,â you told him, going to reach down to his pants until he shifted to sit up.
âLater,â he breathed out, starting to undo the buttons of his pants. âI just need you.â
You sat up as well, Samâs flannel sticking to her skin even more than before, but you didnât mind in the slightest. Your hands quickly moved to help Sam, giggling with joy as he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off into the floor. Your eyes flickered up to his again, biting your lip. âCan I be on top?â
âFuck yes,â Sam eagerly said, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap without a moment to waist.
You giggled again, looking down at his hard member as you straddled his waist. âSomeone sure is excited.â
âHard not to be when I just watched you get off on my tongue,â Sam replied in a gruff voice, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you, not just with lust, but also pure love.
You whimpered at that, reaching down and giving him a few strokes. You watched Samâs eyes flutter close at your gentle touch, lips parting with a breathy moan; you got turned on by his reactions just as much as Sam did with you. You shifted slightly, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.
Your and Samâs moans filled the Impala at the feeling, Samâs hands automatically going to grip your waist as he filled you up. Sam bit his lip with anticipation, waiting for you to make sure it was okay to move before he did anything. You leaned forward slightly, planting your hands on Samâs chiseled chest, starting to move against him as you locked eyes with him.
âFuuuuck,â Sam groaned, his nails digging into your hips as you slid up and down. âJust like that, baby.â
âIâve wanted to do this since this morning,â you breathlessly admitted, fastening your pace. You and Sam moaned again, your nails scratching at his chest as you moved your hands up and down his body. Sam loudly groaned at the sensation, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out with pleasure.
âGod, I love you so fucking much,â Sam panted, his eyes rolling back as you leaned down and gave attention to his neck. âSo fucking perfect.â
You moaned as well, connecting your lips in a messy kiss while Samâs thrusts got faster. âFuck. . .â You whispered, âI love you too. . .so so fucking much.â
âShit, Y/N,â Sam moaned as you nipped at his dampened neck, hands running up and down his abs.
âFaster, baby,â you whispered into his ear, heart beating faster as you and Sam got closer.
Sam grunted, tightening his grip on you as he picked up the pace. You started to lose her own rhythm, your hips shaking as you rode him, your orgasm growing closer and closer. âSam, Iâm. . .â
Sam lurched forward, pulling you further into his lap with your bare chest pressed against his own, the flannel pushed back and exposing your entire chest to him. His hips moved up into you as he hungrily kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours while his hands moved to cradle the back of your head.
Sam grunted, his forehead resting against yours as the Impala rocked back and forth, no doubt making it obvious what was going on inside if anyone were to enter the garage.
You meekly whimpered, feeling the knot in your stomach getting closer to finally snapping. âSam!â You loudly moaned, many swear words and the repeat of his name getting drowned out as Sam pressed his mouth to yours again. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding him closer while Samâs orgasm got closer and his fingers gently tugged on your hair. His hips smacked against yours faster, the sound filling the steamy Impala alongside your loud moans. You clenched around him as you came, making Sam groan into your mouth as he came seconds after you.
You pulled apart after a few moments, resting your clammy foreheads together as you finally started to catch your breaths, you still sat in Samâs lap and his hands in your hair.
You warmly smiled as you locked eyes with Sam, his lips curling into a grin as his dimples poked out as well. âMaybe I should tease you more often, huh?â Sam asked.
You softly laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you moved your hands to rest them on his damp shoulders. âYou could, but two can play at that game, babe.â
âIs that a challenge?â Sam taunted.
You playfully narrowed your eyes, running a hand up and down one of his arms like you were in deep thought. âNo, because you and I both know you would lose the first day.â
Sam breathed out a laugh, tilting his head. âSays the one who almost couldnât wait till we were alone.â
You simply shrugged, a small smirk starting to appear on your lips. âToday I couldnât,â you said, gently pushing him back down on the seat. Samâs eyes slightly widened, brows raising. âBut you just looked extra sexy and handsome today. You, on the other hand, can hardly keep your hands to yourself when youâre horny.â
âThatâs not true,â Sam protested, going to speak again until you moved your hips, causing his head to fall back with pleasure.
You proudly smirked at his reaction, peering down at him. âTell you whatâletâs go again, and if you manage not to touch me, we can do that challenge.â
Sam breathed out a faint laugh, smirking back at you. âAs long as youâre okay with not touching me. But, you and I both know thatâll be even harder for you than me.â
âWeâll see about that,â you said, moving your hips again.
Sam let out a shaky breath, gazing up at you as his hands returned to your hips. âYeah, we will.â
âââ
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i. Summer Bummer, Lolita Series
She just might become my lover for real. I might fuck with her all summer for real. They better not holla if I cuff her for real.
Series Masterlist
Pairing:Â bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader
Warnings:Â 18+ ONLY, mentions of erection, lewd thoughts, drinking
Words: 2168
Summary:Â Andy meets Jacob friends for the first time, including y/n.
âDad, weâre here!â Jacob cried out, opening the front door to his familiar family home.Â
Jacob Barber had just finished his Junior year at Columbia University and had just finished packing up his things in his apartment before driving back home. His parents had just finalized their divorce over the Christmas Break, and frankly, Jacob was relieved. His father, Andy Barber, seemed to be doing great, much happier without Laurie in his life. Maybe that was why he had agreed to let Jacob and his roommates from Columbia stay in their home for the entire summer leading up to their final year of undergrad.
âIâll be right down, just changing a lightbulb in the bathroom.â Andy called out from upstairs, finishing his work quickly and disposing of the broken bulb in the bathroom trash can. He took his time down the stairs, smiling widely as he saw Jacob and his friends standing in the kitchen. âGood to have you home, son.â Andy announced, embracing Jacob in a warm embrace. He wasnât lying at all, yes, he was fine after the divorce, but he did miss having his son at home playing video games or listening to his music too loud. Once Andy let go, he eyed the two other boys behind him, patting Jacob on his shoulder.Â
âYou boys must be Jacobâs roommates, right?â He questioned.Â
âYes, sorry dad, this is Rashad and Collin.â Jacob motioned to each of them, watching as his father shook each of their hands. âItâs nice to meet you all, and please, call me Andy. Only my clients call me Mr. Barber.â Andy took a step back, reaching into the fridge to grab a few Coors Light bottles, handing one to each of the boys before turning his attention back to Jacob.
âI thought you said there was another roommate coming, right? The one who you begged me to let intern at my office during the summer?â Andy asked, raising an eyebrow at his son.
Jacob took a swig off his beer bottle, nodding his head. âYeah, y/n said sheâd be here soon, she was just finishing up with a friend for brunch and then she was heading over.â Jacob, Rashad, Collin, and Y/N had been roommates this year in a quaint little apartment about five minutes from Columbiaâs main campus. Andy had been to the apartment once to meet up with Jacob for dinner in the Fall during one of his many fights with Laurie, though Jacobâs roommates had all been out that day.
âAlright, well why donât you boys make yourselves at home, take your pick of any of the guest rooms upstairs and let me know if you need anything. I was thinking of firing up the grill, itâs such a beautiful day out and the swimming pool contractors just finished with the new pool out back.â Andy opens the doors of the fridge again, pulling out the hamburger meat as the three men race up the stairs to look at the rooms theyâd be occupying for the next few months. âSure dad, thanks!â Jacob calls back, giving his father a short wave of his hand.
About an hour later the boys had all settled into the Barberâs backyard, speakers against the home blaring the hottest songs of the summer. Andy and the boys stood around the grill, exchanging stories of their latest semester and giving Andy a chance to get to know Rashad and Collin better. He was quite impressed with the type of people Jacob had chosen to associate himself with. Rashad was an engineering major like Jacob while Collin was studying chemistry.
After the boys finished laughing about Collin and Jacobâs double date gone terribly wrong, Jacobâs phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen with a smile. âY/Nâs pulling in, Iâm going to go help her with her bags.â The other boys stayed next to Andy, watching as he flipped the last set of burgers on the grill.
âSheâs gotta look heavenly in a bikini, right bro?â Rashad asks Collin, nudging him playfully in the side.
âYou got a thing for y/n? Because I donât think itâd be too appropriate to get with someone you are living the entire summer with, especially under my roof.â Andy objected, removing the burgers off the grill and onto the plate beside him.
Both Rashad and Collin burst out laughing, taking swigs from their beer bottles as they do. âNah, Andy. Y/Nâs a smoke show donât get me wrong, but we can look but donât touch. Sheâs not a relationship type of woman anyhow.â Rashad teased.
Just as the two boys finished their snickering, Jacob opens the screen door, the two immediately jogging up to give y/n a hug.Â
âWhat, you boys miss me that much after being apart for only a day?â She teased, Collin finally releasing her from his death grip. Jacob pulls y/n out into the yard, stopping right in front of the grill where Andy was turning off the burners.
âDad, this is y/n.â He gestures towards the woman beside him just as y/n sticks out a hand for Andy to shake.
âItâs nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barber, Iâve heard so much about you.â Andy finally turns his head in the direction of her voice, his eyes locking on hers as his heart skips a beat in his chest.
âItâs nice to meet you too, and please, call me Andy.â He reaches forward to shake her hand, taking in the whole sight of her. Her hair hung in loosely tousled waves down her back, stopping just above her breasts that were jutting out of her black lace bodysuit, which clung tightly to her hourglass figure and was tucked into her jean shorts that barely seemed to cover her ass. Her lips were plump and juicy, the color of a glass of fruit punch, a dotting of light freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were striking, she wore no mascara, yet her lashes were thick and long. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a âsmoke showâ as Rashad had said, indeed.Â
Y/N watched how Andyâs eyes engulfed her body, tilting her head to one side as she pretended not to notice. âWell Andy, thank you again for letting us all stay with you this summer, and thank you for the internship. I would rather work a paid internship than work with these boys anywhere.â She teased, ruffling Jacobâs hair.
âItâs no trouble at all, our office could use a good intern for the summer.â He agreed, eyes lingering a little too long on her perky breasts again.
âMaybe we can carpool to work, Iâm all about environmentalism.â Her words are flirtatiously drifting off her tongue, a seductive smile spreading across her lips. Was Andy imagining this?
âR-right, yeah sounds good.â He moves to grab the plate of burgers by the grill, gesturing to the house. âBoys, please bring out the salad, condiments, and tableware from the counter and come set the table. Oh, and get y/n a beer.â
Andy moves to the patio table and sets down the plate of burgers, watching y/n as she slowly sinks into the chair next to him. He catches a whiff of her perfume, a heavenly mix of oranges, vanilla, and sandalwood wafting through his nostrils. Itâs the perfect scent for her, he thought, moving to sit at the far end of the table.
The boys come back with all the supplies for dinner, including y/nâs beer, which she is already nursing happily from. Andyâs eyes focus on how her lips wrap around the top of the glass bottle, clearing his throat as if to rid himself of his dirty thoughts.
âSo, y/n, what made you want to intern in my office?â He questioned, assembling a burger onto his plate. Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, carefully putting a helping of salad onto her own plate before assembling the rest of her meal.
âIâm completing my undergraduate degree and then hopefully getting admitted to law school to become an attorney. I figured interning in a real office would be a great first step.â She stuck her fork into the salad, opening her mouth to take in the bite.
âSo, what are you getting your undergrad in?âÂ
âMy major is human rights with a minor in economics.â Her eyes met Jacobâs, a smile spreading on her face. âThatâs how I actually found out Jake-y here was looking for another roommate. We had microeconomics together. Then I got introduced to these two losers-â She teased, motioning to the other two guys at the table who feigned hurt expressions. â-and the rest is history.â The boys next to her were all chowing down as usual as if they hadnât been fed in days.
As they take the time to finish eating, y/n lets the boys do most of the talking. Sheâs not a huge sharer when she first meets people, and frankly sheâs glad to have the guys around to keep her entertained all summer. The dinner is spent catching way-too-long glances from Andy, his eyes lingering on hers for a bit too long here and there. Thereâs something about him that intrigues her, maybe itâs because heâs not a boy but a man, or maybe itâs just her usual game of cat and mouse, men usually fell to putty at her feet and she assumed heâd be the same.
âThat was great dad, thank you.â Jacob says, finishing his third burger of the night. âAnyone up for a late-night swim?â He asked, standing up from the table and picking up a few of the items from it to take them inside. Rashad and Collin follow suit, with y/n trailing behind.
âSounds good.â Rashad replies, going over to set his plate in the sink before bounding up the stairs. Andy walks back in as the four head upstairs to change, turning on the sink and rinsing off the dishes before setting them in the drying rack on the counter.
Shortly after finishing washing his third plate, he hears the boys running down the stairs, pushing each other to see who can do a cannonball in the pool first. Andy canât help but chuckle to himself at their energy, it truly was nice to have noise in the house again.
âCan I help you, Mr. Barber?â Andy turns his head to the soft voice behind him, his cock twitching in his jeans. Sheâs standing in front of him in the tiniest floral bikini heâs even seen on a woman, the bottoms barely covering her slit and leaving nothing to the imagination of her ass.
âItâs Andy.â He chokes out, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the sink. Y/N sashays over to his side, grabbing the clean towel off the counter and starting to dry the dishes as Andy sets them into the rack.
âRight, Iâm sorry, Andy.â Her eyes trail over his figure as she speaks, he can feel her eyes on him, and he shifts his weight as he stands to make sure his cock couldnât be seen through the fabric of his jeans. âThank you again for letting us all stay here; I was hoping not to have to deal with another summer bummer.â Her thin fingers set each dry dish carefully atop the other, Andyâs eyes glancing over one last time before he turns off the water, drying his hands on a clean towel.
He clears his throat. âOf course, any friend of Jacobâs is a friend of mine.â Suddenly, as if his ears are burning, Jacob opens the screen door sopping wet.
âYou coming y/n?â He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her.Â
âYeah, I was just helping your dad clean up.â
Andy shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection in his pants. âHey kiddo, Iâm going to bed, you guys have fun tonight.â He turns to walk down the hallway of the first floor to his bedroom, hearing y/nâs soft voice echoing out to him.
âGoodnight Andy.â She purred, Jacob finally picking her up over his shoulder and carrying her out to the pool area, her cries of protest lingering as he shut the screen door behind them.
Once locked away in his room Andy let out a sigh, undoing his jeans and letting his cock spring free from his underwear. He couldnât believe the way he was getting hard for his sonâs best friend, he hadnât even had a chance to think of another woman since the divorce, but y/n just had this sickeningly sweet seduction about her, he knew it matched a certain name.
âLolita.â He murmured, and though she wasnât a 12-year old girl from the novel, because ew, he did seem to have some sinful obsession with her after having just met. Is this love or lust or some game on repeat? Andy didnât know, but one thing was for sure, he was definitely about to jerk off to sexual thoughts of her in that bikini.
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I say Miraculous AU where Luka comes on the trip as a chaperone.
- Marinette stressing over what happened with Fu and now being guardian. Tom and Sabine are actually concerned about their daughter and want to do something about it, so when Luka visits the bakery to say âhiâ to Marinette, they recognize him (heâs been in Marinetteâs room in âSilencerâ so theyâve almost definitely seen him before) and ask him to go along on the trip with Marinette, with them pulling all the strings to find a way for him to join. Luka isnât a fool, so he happily agrees. Tom and Sabine like, âoh donât forget to ask your parents if itâs okay,â and Lukaâs just, âtrust me, sheâs fine with it.â
(optional bonus that, since the whole class but Lila went, there is actually an extra seat that theyâd reserved for her before she backed out when she thought Adrien was going to stay behind)
- During the scene where Ms. Mendeleiev offers Marinette her seat, Luka moves in after the switch has been made, chiming in to offer Marinette his seat so sheâs not uncomfortably crammed in between two adult men. Sheâs surprised at the offer, but thanks him and swaps with him, earning a nice window seat in return.
- At nighttime, Marinette wakes up (her head probably slipped and it hit the wall; didnât hurt but sheâs awake now) and slips out of her seat to go check on Luka to see how heâs doing. She giggles at the popcorn Mr. Damocles has dropped on him, finding it cute, then carefully reaches over to wipe off the pieces. She turns to leave, but her earlier motion brushing the popcorn off wakes Luka up. He gently calls her name and slips out of his seat to join her; she tries to apologize but he just smiles and assures her that itâs fine.
- While on their way to the back of the plane, Marinette trips slightly on Alyaâs foot (as Alya is sleeping on Nino and her foot was partly in the aisle; Marinette didnât bump into it earlier because she didnât have to move to the side for Luka back then). Luka steadies her and Marinette covers her mouth to suppress a yelp, then they keep walking to the back.
- Still, the movement woke Alya up and she glances back to look at Luka and Marinette watching the sunrise together. Confused, she nudges Nino so the both of them can look together. Alya comments that sheâs seen Marinette making âlovey eyesâ at Luka (referencing âCaptain Hardrockâ and âFrozerâ), but Marinette is so OBVIOUSLY into Adrien and âcanât be honest about her feelings.â Nino chimes in that heâs having âbest bud strugglesâ too because Adrien is still as sheltered as ever and âwonât come out of his shell.â They get the idea to perform âOperation New Yorkâ as in the original and think that itâll be totally easy with no roadblocks whatsoever!
- Meanwhile, Marinette and Luka have their talk about her getting her âclarity.â Marinette sighs and admits that it feels like people are going to talk about her and Adrien no matter what she says/does (which tips Luka off that somethingâs wrong), to which Luka replies with a smile that he promises not to bring up Adrien for the rest of the trip unless Marinette does so first. She agrees to that, even giving him a âthank youâ hug that he eagerly returns.
- On the ride to the place everyoneâs staying at, Alya tries to engage Marinette in conversation about Adrien, clearly smug and feeling confident that it will be easy, but then she realizes that Marinette isnât paying attention and is idling on her phone. Alya nudges Marinette, earning her attention, but when Alya starts talking about Adrien again, Marinetteâs phone goes off and she looks back down at it, now giggling. Alya, now annoyed, asks Marinette if sheâs even listening, which gets Marinette to look up and really give Alya her attention. âOh, sorry about that. I was texting Luka.â
- Alya is just, â?????â
- Yes, this special is very much going to be Alya and Nino suffering to try to get Adrien and Marinette alone together and constantly failing. Youâre welcome.
- No sliding door lock-ins because thatâs dumb and the special is dumb for thinking it. Also, when Alya goes to mock âteaseâ Marinette about her Adrien crush in front of Sabrina, she turns to realize that Marinette is with Luka talking to Miss Mendeleiev about where heâll be staying since heâs not technically with the class, and/or Luka is talking to some of the New York people about how amazing Marinette is ala Jagged Stone.
- Later in the night, everyone sneaks out to the party (bonus if someone comments that they ânever took Luka for the type to sneak outâ and Luka just grins like, âYou clearly havenât met my mom.â; double bonus if Luka stumbled into Aeon and Jessâ room with Marinette and Adrien, so Aeon was all âthose two are--!â before seeing Luka and being confused) and a few party-goers ask Marinette and Luka if they want to dance to the energetic music. Marinette grins nervously and insists that sheâs clumsy and will just end up falling all over people (a few pout and complain that âit wouldâve been funâ but drop the subject).
- Cue the superhero hot dog vendor (a description I never thought I would say but here we are) handing out hot dogs. Aeon (foreseeing what will happen; it does pain me to still put her in the roll of âlove square shipperâ but Iâm trying not to change what characters do or how they act unless Iâm specifically adding things, meaning the main change is just that Lukaâs here) and knowing that Luka interfered earlier, sees the guitar case on his back and quickly requests that he play some music alongside Jess since they both play guitar. Luka agrees, assuring Marinette that itâs alright and heâs not interested in having hot dogs since heâd just get crumbs on his guitar.
- Alya and Nino grin because theyâre finally going to do something here!! As in the original, the hot dog vendor only has two hot dogs left and Alya and Nino split them in half, handing two halves of the same hot dog to Adrien and Marinette, who eat their respective half.
- Marinette yelps as her feet leave the ground and Lukaâs head darts up on alert. He immediately abandons his guitar, his hand reaching out and catching hers as pulls her back down (or at least as down as sheâll go while still floating). He looks up at Adrien - as if to consider helping - but Adrien doesnât want it and seems to be having fun trying to figure out how to fly, even muttering to himself about how he wish Kagami were there because they couldâve done âair fencing.â
- Luka looks back at Marinette, ensuring that sheâs okay. Sheâs staring up at Adrien, expression mixed, then looks back at Luka, his presence grounding her as she calms down. She almost seems to forget that Adrien is there, focusing on her current flying capabilities and how light on (off?) her feet she is.
- âOh...oh!â She gasps, realizing with a grin. âI canât fall over if Iâm floating! Luka, dance with me!â
- Heâs caught off-guard by the enthusiastic request, then chuckles and nods in agreement, happily taking her other hand as well as he guides her to the other people dancing.
- Cut to the next day when the group is going to the museum. Alya and Nino are absolutely exhausted because Luka has consistently gotten in her and Ninoâs way, which leads to them coming up with the new scheme with Aeon and Jess.
- Nino sends Adrien to the planned room and Alya goes to send Marinette, but Luka catches on and casually asks Marinette if he can go with her. Alya cuts in to âplayfullyâ dismiss Luka and tell him to stop âhovering over Marinette,â leading Marinette to slowly walk off with one longing look back at Luka.
- Luka intentionally waits for Alya to not be watching anymore, then follows after Marinette.
- Episode plays out mostly as normal, though because Marinette has to carry Luka off to somewhere safe, sheâs not as easily able to go off after Chat until later since she had time to cool down. Aeon doesnât die but Paris is still a wreck because Chat Noir didnât show up, leading to the same Chat Noir quitting scene (just with Ladybug calling out Chat here instead of mid-battle) as before. Adrien still ends up having to leave and Alya still snaps at Marinette, which leads to Marinette chasing after Adrien (mostly due to just mounting stress and pressure and the loss of her partner).
- As Marinette lies on the pavement, Luka shows up, soaking wet because he had actually never gone back with the rest of the class; heâd run off when Ms. Mendeleiev explained to him that Marinette was missing. He panics when he sees Marinette lying motionless there, running up and quickly checking her for injuries and to ensure that sheâs breathing. She just leans forward and hugs him without warning, defeated but happy to have him with her.
- Marinette slowly explains the situation, Luka looking horrified when she starts talking about what Alya was shouting at her about, and he listens all the way up until the end before pointing out, âYou didnât have to like him that way to want him to stay.â âW-what?â âMarinette, you can be Adrienâs friend and still want him to stay in New York with us. It didnât have to be any deeper than that.â
- His words cause Marinette to realize something; she - and definitely her friends as well - had put so much weight to everything she did for Adrien just because of her silly crush that of course she couldnât see him as a friend. With all the insistence that getting him permission to go to New York and wanting him to stay was due to her crush, it was all she could focus on. She can want things for Adrien and want to do things with him regardless of her feelings for him, and she doesnât have to put a name to those feelings either; sheâll never be able to truly move on if she keeps equating any good feeling towards Adrien with crushing on him.
- That done, Luka helps her up and they slowly walk back to go inside, though stopping as they see that Ms. Mendeleiev is at the front of the building chewing out Alya and Nino; both of them for sending Marinette and Adrien away from the group for fake tasks at the museum, and Alya specifically for sending Marinette after a car in the rain. Ms. Mendeleiev states that theyâll talk about it more inside but everyone should get back to their rooms for now.
- Marinette heads back to her room alone (as she shared a room with Alya but Alyaâs getting a talking to at the moment) and is later visited by Uncanny Valley, who explains that sheâs needed. Marinette - now with renewed confidence in how she feels thanks to her revelation - doesnât say that she âcanât imagine Ladybug without himâ and instead states that she and Chat Noir are partners, and a partner doesnât abandon the other. She did it once herself, a long time ago, but she was ready to face her mistakes afterwards and she hopes that Chat Noir is too.
- Cue return of Chat Noir (no LadyNoir hug because no Chat, you have to earn that back) and the battle plays out as usual. Adrien still has to go home and Marinette sends him a text for later saying, âI wish you couldâve stayed,â but with a smile on her face, confident that this really is a friend thing and thatâs all it needs to be.
- Marinette and Luka end up sitting together on the plane ride back to Paris, right behind Juleka and Rose. Itâs nighttime, but neither can sleep and Marinette decides to use the private time to thank Luka for what he said (really, all the things he said), but Luka assures her that any improvement is all on her and heâs just happy to be around for it. She chides him for his modesty and tells him to take the compliment because he deserves it (theyâre just flirting at this point), then slips out of her seat and into Lukaâs, lightly jabbing at his chest with a finger while insisting that he accept everythingâs heâs done for her. He laughs and replies that heâs happy to do that and is just glad seeing her smile.
- Eventually, the subject shifts to Juleka and Rose, who are once again sitting in the same seat, all cuddled up and sleeping together. Marinette asks playfully if Juleka and Rose are like that back on the Liberty, to which Luka nods and answers that they are, all the time. They have a good giggle about it, with Luka explaining that theyâre very close (possibly giving some exposition on how long theyâve been âtogetherâ which is obviously referring to dating but could be seen as friendship by writers who are chickens).
- Marinette thinks about that for a moment, fingers briefly twitching, then she settles a little closer to Luka, asking quietly, âDo you think weâre that close?â
- Luka gapes at her in response, needing a moment to study her expression - which is more confidence than heâs ever seen her show before - and make sure that she means what he thinks it might. Once heâs certain, he gives her an almost shy smile, replying, âIâd like us to be. What about you, Marinette?â
- Marinette turns more towards him, one of her hands falling upon his. She leans up, and the camera then cuts away to Juleka and Rose in the seat in front of them, smiling and cuddling closer to each other (a very obvious hint that Luka and Marinette kissed because the show is allergic to people kissing if itâs not the love square so fine, Iâll get creative)
- Just as the screen fades out, Marinetteâs voice can be heard, saying, âLuka, I think I found my clarity after all.â
#category: salt#special: Miraculous New York#MC's Adjustments#adjustment: plotlines#adjusment: romance#other: ask and answer#Pro LukaMari#Lukanette
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Looking at the wrong one -Â Jesper Fahey
Request: yes! âFirstly, I just want to say I really love your writing! Iâve had this idea for a while and wanting to find someone to write it because I love it so much. So basically reader has feelings for Kaz but heâs obviously in love with Inej so she confides in Jesper who comforts her and she eventually realizes that heâs been the one for her the whole time. I hope you can write it but if you canât thatâs totally fine too!!â Pairing: Jesper Fahey x reader Summary: Jesper is the first person you go to when you need advice about something - or rather, someone. It takes you a while to realise youâve been sneaking glances at the wrong person. Warnings: none Word count: 2.7K A/N: I loved this request sm!! been busy busy busy lately so sorry if your request is taking a while for me to write, finish and post! enjoy reading :)
You glance over at Kaz while heâs explaining the blueprints laid out in front of everyone. Youâre trying to pay attention to what heâs saying, you really are, but itâs hard. Itâs hard to focus on what heâs saying when Kaz is the one whoâs talking.Â
Thereâs no denying it, Kaz looks good. For weeks you tried to push your feelings away, but soon what started as a little crush developed into something more. And now you can barely keep your eyes off of him.Â
Thereâs just something about his mysterious aura. The dark hair, sharp jaw, how he never seems to smile - though you did catch him smile once when he thought no one was looking. Thereâs so much you donât know about him, and youâre dying to find out.Â
Apparently, youâve been staring at Kaz for a little too long, because you feel someone nudging your shoulder, and turn to face them.
âYou know.â mutters Jesper to you from the corner of his mouth. âIf you want to talk about it, or just need to rant and have someone listen to you, Iâm always here. Iâve heard Iâm excellent company.â
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â you say. âDo you think we can pull this job of?âÂ
You hoped Jesper wouldnât ask about Kaz again, and he senses your need to change the subject.
âWe better.â he says. âWe can score big with this one.â
Jesper starts talking about what heâs going to do once the job is done, but your eyes are already shifting back to Kaz. You canât help but to feel a knot in your chest as you see him looking at Inej.
While youâre always looking at Kaz, you catch him looking at Inej.Â
Inej is one of your closest friends, and you would die for her. Hell, you almost did die for her a couple of months ago. Still, you couldnât help but to feel jealous of her. Of the way Kaz looked at her.
Whenever Kaz was looking at Inej and you caught him, it didnât take long for you to fall down a rabbit hole of insecure and jealous thoughts.
Youâd think of everything Inej can do that you cannot do. She has a gifts for knives, you know your way around guns, not knives. When sheâs sneaking around, she almost becomes one with the shadows, you couldnât soundlessly sneak up to someone even if you tried.Â
You always concluded Inej was better than you on more than one aspect. You figured she would be a better match for Kaz than you could ever be. You were ashamed of being so jealous of your friend when all Kaz did was look at her. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldnât get rid of the jealousy.Â
After Kaz has rolled up the blueprints and everyone went over the plan one last time, you say your goodnights and all head back to your own rooms. Youâre barely aware of your movements as your legs carry you to your room. When you move to open the door to your room, a familiar whistle makes you look up.
âThe offer for some company still stands.â says Jesper, and he winks at you before entering his own room, next to yours in the hallway.
While Jesper didnât have Kazâ gift for coming up with plans, he wasnât stupid. He had caught you looking at Kaz a couple of times, then decided to speak up. As soon as the opportunity presented himself, heâd taken you apart from the others and confronted you about your staring.Â
You were shocked, asking him how he could have possible figured it out. Jesper merely raised his eyebrows and told you youâre always looking at Kaz. You hadnât realised you looked at Kaz so many times. Ever since, Jesper has offered a listening ear. And though you appreciated it, you werenât ready to talk about your feelings just yet.Â
As youâre taking your boots off, your mind wanders to Kaz again. And the way he looked at Inej. He didnât show his feelings that often, but you couldnât help but notice how soft his eyes were when he looked at Inej. It drove you crazy, and you didnât like that it did. You felt like you were going to explode if you kept pushing these feelings down any longer. Maybe having someone listen to you didnât seem like such a bad idea after all.
Not bothering to put your boots back on, you get up and leave your room. You take a few steps to get in front of Jesperâs door. Though itâs not that late and heâs probably still awake, you hesitate. What if he just wanted to be a good friend, but wasnât actually interested in your thoughts on Kaz?
You sigh and shake your head, clearing your mind. You then raise your hand and knock on the door. After a few seconds it opens, revealing Jesper. Heâs taken off his coat and boots, leaving him in just a shirt and a pair of trousers. He smiles when he sees you.
âI see you do want my company?â he says. âOnly if you donât mind.â you say. âOf course not.â he says, stepping aside so you can enter his room.
You take a seat in the only chair in the room as Jesper closes the door. He walks over to his bed and sits down as you tuck your feet under your legs, getting comfortable.
âSo.â says Jesper. âAm I problem solving or listening?â
You frown at his words. âWhat does that mean?â you ask him.
âWell, itâs the easiest way to prevent a fight.â explains Jesper. âIf Iâm problem solving, Iâll give you advice and come up with solutions. If Iâm listening, Iâm just going to shut up and, well, listen. So, am I problem solving or listening?â
âListening, I guess.â you say.
âAlright.â says Jesper, leaning back against the wall and stretching his legs in front of him. He gestures with his hand to you. âLet it all out then, love.â
You donât know where to begin. Jesper is patient as youâre searching for the words. Without realising, you start to play with your fingers, a habit of yours which you do when youâre thinking or anxious.
âIt starts... Well, when I became a member of the Dregs, I guess. I was young, but Kaz was around my age. We became close friends. That is, as far as being close friends with Kaz goes. I trusted him, he trusted me. We spent months working our way up to the top and along the way you tagged along, and Inej, Nina, Matthias and Wylan. I care about all of you, but thereâs just something  different about Kaz.â you tell him.
Jesper looks at you but doesnât say anything. Heâs just listening, exactly like he said he would.
âIt started off as an innocent crush. Saints, I sound like some school girl. Anyway, somewhere along the way that little crush developed into something more. And now I canât stop looking at him or thinking about him. And now that Iâve said this out loud, I realise you are the first person Iâve talked to about this.âÂ
Youâre silent for a while as you look at Jesper. You were afraid heâd laugh at you, but heâs just sitting on his bed, looking at you.Â
âI can tell thereâs still something else on your mind.â he simply says. You let out a sigh and nod, and start talking again.
âHeâs always looking at Inej. Whenever I look at him, heâs looking at Inej. I know I shouldnât feel the way I do, but I cannot pretend it doesn't make me a little jealous. The first time I saw him looking at Inej, I wished he looked at me like that. I know this sounds stupid, but I really canât help it. And once I catch him looking at her, I start to think about how Iâm not worth it.â you say.
Now Jesper frowns. âBut youâre worth it.â he says. You chuckle softly and shake your head.
âSheâs everything Iâm not. Sheâs pretty, sheâs very skilled with her knives, she can sneak up to anyone without being seen or heard. She knows the secrets of everyone in the Barrel. She could take down the Merchant council all on her own if she wanted to. I canât do that.â you say.Â
âI know I said I was listening, but can I just offer you one piece of advice?â asks Jesper. You nod. âYou say you notice the way Kaz looks at Inej, I have noticed that as well. He looks at her the way you look at him. Donât you think you should try to admit to yourself that heâs only going to be looking at her, and not you?â
âDeep down I know that.â you say softly. âBut I canât fully wrap my head around that. Not just yet, at least.â
âAlright.â says Jesper. âMaybe not now, but if you give it time, maybe itâll hurt less.â
You look at him and smile as you get up. âThank you Jesper.â you say. âThis is nice. Having someone listen to you.â
Jesper gets up as well as you walk toward the door. âThe doorâs always open to you.â says Jesper as he opens the door for you. âYou can always swing by.â
âThanks.â you say as you step out onto the hallway. âGoodnight, Jes.â âNight, Y/N.â he says as you walk the few steps to the door of your room.
After that conversation, your nightly visits to Jesperâs room increase. Sometimes heâs problem solving, sometimes heâs listening, and sometimes you just sit in silence when all you want is some company.
Thereâs even one night in which you actually fell asleep when you were sitting on his bed, and when you woke up the next morning, you found Jesper sleeping on the floor while using his coat as a blanket. Your heart melted a little, but you decided not to speak up as you snuck out of his room.
Weeks pass, and slowly your visits turn from seeking advice about Kaz to enjoying a conversation with Jesper. He makes you laugh as he tells you stories about how he used to drive his parents crazy doing god knows what at their farm. In return, you tell him about the life you lived before you came to Ketterdam.
Another couple of visits later, and youâve almost completely forgotten that you originally started visiting Jesper to talk about Kaz. You notice youâve stopped sneaking glances at Kaz. Youâre not even jealous when you catch him looking at Inej again.Â
Instead, your attention is on Jesper. More than once, he caught your eye and sent a wink you way, making you smile and turn away.
Your nightly visits increase even more, and you can be found in Jesperâs room almost every night, laughing at his jokes. Â
After a particularly long night that involved keeping tabs on the security of one of the banks for hours, you find yourself in front of Jesperâs room again. Kaz had sent you out on the job, and you had hoped Jesper would be in his room when you got back.
But after knocking three times, he still hasnât opened the door. You whistle a familiar tune, hoping heâd answer the door. When he doesnât, you kick over a tiny tin can that sits on the floor next to the door.
âSo predictable.â you murmur as you bend down to pick up the key that was underneath it. Knowing Jesper probably wouldnât mind, you let yourself in and walk over to the only chair in the room.
You let yourself settle in and reach out to take the deck of cards Jesper always keeps on his nightstand.Â
Youâre fooling around with the cards, if only to keep yourself busy as you wait for Jesper. Youâre shuffling the cards, moving them smoothly in your hands.
âCan you teach me that?âÂ
At the sudden voice, you drop half of the cards. You hadnât seen or heard him coming. Jesper chuckles as he walks over and stands behind you, looking out over the city beneath you.
âThis is my favourite view.â he says, looking out the window.
âMine too.â you say, while you look at the reflection of his face in the window. You then fully realise you havenât talked about Kaz in weeks, that you just come to Jesperâs room for a conversation and some company, and you remember the night he slept on the floor.
âJes?â you ask him. âYea love?â he says. âThe other night when I was here-â âCare to specify which night?âÂ
âI fell asleep, and when I woke up you were sleeping on the floor.â âOh, that night.â he says. âWell, would you rather I had pushed you off the bed?â âNo.â you laugh.
Jesper laughs too and you look at each other in silence afterward. Itâs a comfortable silence, and heâs the first one to speak up.
âYou havenât talked about Kaz in a while.â he says. âFinally realised his heart belongs to someone else?â
âYes, well, I realised that so does mine.â you say. This makes Jesper frown.Â
âAlready moving on?â he says. âThought your feelings for him were more serious.â
âThey were.â you say. âBut I've found someone who listens to me, who sees me, who makes me laugh.â you cock your head to the side a little and look at him. âNice to look at, as well.â
Jesper raises one eyebrow.
âWho is this mystery person?â he says. âAnd am I problem solving or listening?â âWell I hope youâre gonna do something else.â you say. Jesper frowns again, making you playfully roll your eyes.
âNot the smartest tonight, are we?â you say. âLet me repeat it: I've found someone who listens to me, sees me, and makes me laugh. and not bad to look at.âÂ
Heâs still frowning. âAnother hint?â he says. âThis is why Kaz does the planning and has the brains.â you say, laughing.âRude.â says Jesper.
âItâs a he, and heâs caring and sweet, sometimes struggles to sit still, loves a good gunfight, heâs an excellent shot.â you say.
Jesper smirks at you and then fakes a look of confusion on his face. âStill not getting it.â he says. âTell me more about him.â
You laugh and get up, standing close to him. âHeâs not just an excellent shot, heâs the best damn sharpshooter in Ketterdam. Saved my ass a couple times as well. Owns a pair of stunningly hand made revolvers. Heâs Zemini, taller than me, and..â your voice drifts off.
âAnd?â says Jesper, stepping closer to you. âAnd I've been wondering if heâs a good kisser.â you say softly.Â
âWell, letâs find out, shall we?â says Jesper and he cups your face with both of his hands and presses his lips against yours. Theyâre soft, and you can taste a hint of his last drink on them. He kisses you gently but passionate, and takes a  breath when he pulls away.
âHmm.â you say, pretending to think. âYea, pretty good.â
âPretty good?â says Jesper. âI've heard I'm more than a pretty good kisser.â
âProve it then.â you say.
Jesper smirks and pulls you in for a kiss once more. This one is different, itâs more demanding, and leaves you breathless as you struggle to keep your knees from buckling.Â
He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours. âHow about that?â he says softly.
You smile and press a quick kiss to his lips. âYou live up to your reputation, Fahey.â you say. âYouâre an excellent kisser.â
âJust like I thought.â says Jesper. âDo you want to stay here tonight?â
âI would love to.â you say.
You spend the rest of the night talking with Jesper until eventually, you feel yourself falling asleep. You feel how Jesper moves next to you, to take his spot on the floor again. You lay a hand on his arm to stop him, silently telling him itâs okay and that he doesnât have to sleep on the floor.
Kaz wasnât the right match for you, Inej is. But Jesper certainly is your match.
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