#Fitz x reader

[custardandjam]

Something... new? - Goodguyfitz x Reader

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words: 802 warnings: mentions of sexual stuff- no true smut.

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The day you met Fitz—or rather, Cameron—was a turning point he felt deep in his core. It was at a mutual friend's house party in Australia, a lively gathering of twenty-somethings immersed in a haze of drugs and alcohol. Amid the chaos, he was instantly drawn to you and, without hesitation, asked you out on a date.

To his surprise, you said yes.

That night took an unexpected turn when he took you to the bathroom in the upstairs en suite. The allure of the spontaneous encounter led to a night of unrestrained passion. Fitz decided then and there that if a relationship wasn’t in the cards, he would at least ensure that the sex was unforgettable. And unforgettable it was—he gave you multiple mind-blowing orgasms, while you delivered a performance that surpassed any he’d experienced.

Fitz was unapologetically proud, bragging to his friends about how the “girl in the bathroom” had given him the best blow job of his life. The tales of that night became legendary among his circle. When Mason expressed interest in sharing the experience, Fitz firmly shut down the idea, refusing to entertain the thought of anyone else experiencing what was, for him, an unparalleled connection.

You met up at least three times a week, with any absences due to travel replaced by an exchange of sexts, nudes, videos, calls, and messages—anything to keep the fire alive. The physical connection was electric, a potent blend of desire and fulfillment, always leaving both of you craving more.

It was no secret that Fitz had feelings for you beyond the physical. He often spoke about wanting to take you out on dates, to show you off, and to share the more intimate parts of his life with you. Despite this, he never took that next step, and you were left puzzled by his reluctance to ask you out formally.

In truth, you couldn't recall ever explicitly agreeing to just sex, but you never brought it up or corrected him. Perhaps the thrill of the forbidden, or the undeniable chemistry between you, kept you from addressing the ambiguity. As the dynamic continued, you were left navigating the complexities of your feelings and his hesitations, all while savouring the intense connection you shared.

Until he called you from Vid-Con, clearly high on something or other. You could tell he was in a bathroom stall by the echoing acoustics and the muffled noises of the event outside. His pupils were dilated, and his speech was slurred, a far cry from the confident and controlled Fitz you were used to.

“Hey,” he mumbled, his voice wavering between excitement and exhaustion. “I… I just needed to hear your voice.” His words tumbled out in a disjointed stream, each syllable punctuated by the occasional erratic chuckle or sigh.

You listened patiently, sensing the vulnerability beneath his altered state. “Cam, are you okay?” you asked gently, concern lacing your voice.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he replied, though his unsteady tone suggested otherwise. “Just... everything’s crazy here. And, um, I’ve been thinking a lot... about us.” He paused, as if gathering his scattered thoughts. “I don’t know what we are, you know? But I want to figure it out.”

The admission caught you off guard. The intensity of the moment, combined with the haze of his intoxication, created a surreal blend of clarity and confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, trying to make sense of his ramblings.

He took a deep breath, his voice softening. “I like you, Y/N. More than just… this. I want to be with you, not just in secret. I want to take you out, show you off. I know I’ve been avoiding it, but when I get back… will you go out with me? Like, officially?”

You felt a rush of relief mixed with lingering excitement. The intoxicated confession was raw and unfiltered, revealing the depth of his feelings. “Cam, I’d like that. But I want it to be real, not just a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Absolutely,” he said, his voice steadier with determination. “When I get home, I’ll take you out. We’ll do it right. Just... give me a chance to show you what I really mean.”

"Only once chance," You joked to him with a smile.

Fitz chuckled softly, the sound a comforting contrast to his earlier slurred speech. “One chance, huh? I’ll make it count. I promise.”

His voice was filled with genuine sincerity, and you could sense his determination even through the phone. “I’m looking forward to it,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips despite the late hour. “Just make sure you’re sober and ready to impress.”

“Deal,” he replied, a note of excitement in his voice. “I can’t wait to see you and finally show you what I’ve been wanting to all along.”

As the call ended, you felt a renewed sense of anticipation. His promise had finally turned the uncertainty into something tangible.

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omg first fic on this account :P hope it wasn't disappointing pookies <3

[xxyarsiaxx]

Fitzgerald grant x nicole

Warning: mention of the word “abortion”

Note: nobody’s views are based on the story I just wrote it.

“Hey,” he greeted softly, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead. “I missed you today.”

Nicole forced a smile, but her hands trembled. She stepped out of his embrace, putting space between them.

“Fitz, we need to talk.”

He froze, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

She swallowed, trying to steady her voice. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Fitz just stared, his face blank as he processed the words. Then his expression softened, his eyes lighting up with the smallest hint of joy. “We’re having a baby?” Nicole shook her head, feeling her throat tighten. “No, Fitz. I’m not keeping it.”

The air in the room shifted. Fitz blinked, his expression falling from excitement to disbelief. “What?” His voice was low, almost a whisper. “I’m getting an abortion,” Nicole said, her words firm but her heart aching. Fitz’s face twisted, and he took a step toward her, his calm exterior cracking. “You’re not keeping our baby? Nicole, what are you talking about?”

Her voice wavered, but she held her ground. “I can’t do this, Fitz. Not now. Not with everything going on.” He stared at her like he didn’t recognize her, his eyes narrowing. “You’ve made this decision without me? Without even talking to me?” Nicole felt the walls closing in, but she kept her tone steady. “This is my body, Fitz. I’m not ready for this, and I don’t want to bring a child into this situation.”

Fitz’s expression darkened, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. “You don’t get to decide that alone, Nicole! This is our child! I’m the President of the United States, and you’re telling me I don’t have a say?” Her eyes flashed with frustration. “It’s not just about you being president, Fitz! This isn’t the life I imagined for myself, not right now!”

Fitz’s voice rose, cutting through the tension like a blade. “So you’re just going to get rid of our baby? Just like that?” Nicole’s voice cracked as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m trying to protect myself, Fitz. I can’t raise a child in this chaos. Your life is under a microscope, we’re barely keeping things together as it is.” Fitz stepped closer, his face inches from hers, his voice low and full of anger. “You don’t get to take this from me. I’ve lost enough already, and now you’re telling me I’m losing my child, too?”

Nicole shook her head, fighting back the tears. “I’m sorry, Fitz. But this is my decision. I need to do what’s right for me.” He backed away, his face a mix of rage and devastation. He turned and slammed his hand against the desk, rattling everything on it. “You can’t do this, Nicole! I won’t let you!” Nicole flinched but stood her ground, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s already done. I’m not changing my mind.”

Fitz turned to her, his face full of betrayal, his breathing heavy. “You don’t care what this does to me, do you? To us?” Tears slid down Nicole’s cheeks, but she shook her head. “This isn’t about us anymore, Fitz. It’s about me, and I can’t… I won’t do this.” Fitz looked at her, his expression broken, before turning away in silence, leaving Nicole standing there, shattered but resolute. The distance between them had never felt so wide.

“I don’t wanna end up like Amanda Tanner, Fitz,” Nicole said, her voice low but laced with fear. Fitz’s eyes widened in shock. “Nicole, it wasn’t—” he began, but Nicole cut him off, her emotions spilling over.

“It wasn’t yours, I know that,” she said, her voice trembling. “But we both know this baby is yours.”Fitz’s jaw clenched, the room suddenly feeling smaller. “This is different,” he insisted, stepping closer to her, his tone softening. “You’re not Amanda. I would never let anything happen to you.”

“But it could, Fitz. I see how things spiral, how people around you get pulled into the chaos,” Nicole replied, her voice steady but thick with emotion. “That scandal nearly destroyed you—and her. What’s stopping this from becoming just another scandal? Another mess you have to clean up?” Fitz stared at her, his heart sinking as he realized what she was saying. He reached out, gently cupping her face, his voice almost pleading. “This is us, Nicole. This is real. I love you, and this baby… it’s a part of that.” Nicole’s eyes softened, but she still shook her head, tears welling up. “I can’t bring a child into this. Into a life of secrets, scandals, and cover-ups. I don’t want our baby to be a pawn in your world, constantly in danger because of who their father is.”

Fitz’s grip tightened slightly, his desperation growing. “You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll protect you both.” Nicole closed her eyes, shaking her head slowly. “It’s not about protection, Fitz. It’s about peace. I don’t want to be another name in the headlines. I don’t want our child to grow up in a storm that never ends.” Fitz’s face twisted in frustration and heartbreak. “So what? You’re just gonna walk away from us? From me?”

Nicole opened her eyes, locking them with his. “I’m walking away from a life I can’t live. I’m sorry, Fitz, but I won’t lose myself like Amanda did. And I won’t risk my child’s future in a world like this. Fitz’s hand dropped from her face, his expression hardening, but the pain was evident in his eyes. “You don’t have to do this, Nicole. We can make this work.” Nicole stepped back, her decision firm despite the love and pain between them. “No, Fitz. I can’t.” She turned and walked away, leaving Fitz standing alone, shattered by the weight of what he was losing.

[darkenedroses-world]

Rekindle The Fire — Fitz x Reader

f!reader, exes to lovers, tender moments, emotional intimacy, soft!Fitz, raw emotions, love confessions, second chances, request🦋

The party was buzzing, a low hum of music and laughter threading through the dimly lit room. You hadn’t planned on coming—parties like this had never been your scene—but your friends had insisted, and here you were, clutching a drink like it was the only thing tethering you to the ground. And then you saw him.

Cameron.

It had been months since the breakup, yet seeing him was like stepping into a time machine. His laugh reached your ears before your eyes could fully process him, that familiar, carefree grin spreading across his face as he talked to a group of friends. He hadn’t changed—same easy posture, same warm energy that had drawn you in the first time. Your stomach twisted as memories came flooding back, a mix of joy and heartbreak. He caught your gaze across the room, and for a moment, everything seemed to still. His smile faltered, replaced by something softer, more hesitant. He started walking toward you, weaving through the crowd with that signature confidence that made him so damn magnetic. “Y/N,” he said, his voice low but tinged with surprise. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” “Same,” you replied, your throat dry. You forced a smile, hoping it didn’t look as shaky as it felt. “How’ve you been?” “Good. Busy.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a small, nervous gesture that seemed at odds with the confident man everyone else saw.

“You?” “Same,” you said, taking a sip of your drink to avoid elaborating. An awkward silence settled between you, and for a moment, you wondered if this was a mistake. But then he leaned closer, lowering his voice so only you could hear. “I’ve missed you.” The words hung in the air between you. I’ve missed you. Three simple words, yet they carried so much weight. Your grip tightened on your drink as you looked away, afraid that if you met his gaze for too long, you’d crack. “Cameron,” you began, your voice trembling despite your best efforts. “You don’t get to say that after everything.” He flinched, his confident mask slipping for just a second. “I know. I know I fucked up, Y/N. I didn’t mean to drop that on you, but it’s true.” You set your drink down on a nearby table, needing your hands free to keep from shaking. “Why now? Why not… months ago?” He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Because I’m an idiot. I thought I was doing the right thing, letting you go. I thought it’d be better for you if I…” He trailed off, frustration flashing in his eyes. “But it wasn’t better. For either of us.”

You blinked rapidly, trying to keep your emotions at bay. “You don’t get to do this, Cam. You don’t get to walk back into my life and—” “Y/N, please,” he interrupted, his voice cracking. “I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just… I needed to tell you that I still love you. I never stopped.” The room felt like it was closing in, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. You wanted to be angry, to push him away and tell him he didn’t deserve another chance. But the truth was, you missed him too. Every laugh, every late-night conversation, every tender moment—it was all still there, buried beneath the pain. “Why should I believe you?” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes. “What’s different now?” “Because I’m actually here,” he said, stepping closer, his voice steady despite the desperation in his eyes. “Because I’m done pretending I can live without you. I’m not perfect, Y/N, but I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I’m worth it. If you let me.” Your resolve faltered, the vulnerability in his voice hitting you like a tidal wave.

Before you could think better of it, you closed the distance between you, your hand grabbing the front of his shirt.

“Don’t make me regret this,” you murmured, your voice trembling as you pulled him down into a kiss. He froze for a heartbeat before his hands found your waist, pulling you closer. The kiss was intense, all the pent-up longing and emotion pouring out in a rush. His lips moved against yours with a mix of urgency and tenderness, like he was afraid this moment would slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. “Upstairs,” he whispered, his voice low and rough. “Please.” You nodded, letting him take your hand and lead you through the crowd. Your heart pounded as he guided you to an empty room, the door clicking shut behind you. The moment you were alone, he was on you again, his lips finding yours as his hands roamed your body. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed you against the wall. “I missed this,” he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with raw emotion. “Missed you.” “Then don’t stop,” you whispered, pulling him closer.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. His hands slipped under your shirt, his touch searing against your skin as he lifted it over your head. You followed suit, tugging at his hoodie until it joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. The next moments were a blur of heat and need, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands explored every inch of you. He backed you toward the bed, lowering you onto the mattress with a reverence that made your chest ache. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze locked on yours as he leaned down to kiss you again. Your hands found his belt, fumbling with the buckle as he chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. “Someone’s eager.” “Shut up,” you shot back, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your frustration. He helped you, discarding the rest of his clothes before sliding yours off with the same care. When he finally settled over you, his weight grounding you, you felt a sense of rightness you hadn’t felt in months. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice soft as he searched your eyes.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders. “I’m sure.” His movements were slow at first, every touch and kiss filled with unspoken promises. But as the tension built between you, the pace quickened, his control slipping as he gave in to the passion simmering beneath the surface. “Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his forehead resting against yours as his thrusts grew more desperate. “You feel so good. Like you were made for me.” Your hands tangled in his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as you pulled him down for another kiss. “Don’t stop,” you gasped against his lips. “Please, Cam.” He didn’t. If anything, your plea spurred him on, but not just with raw intensity—there was tenderness in the way his hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours between each deep, deliberate thrust. His gaze never left yours, even as his movements grew more urgent, more desperate. “I’ve missed everything about you,” he whispered, his voice ragged and filled with emotion. “The way you feel, the way you look at me… the way you love me.”

His words struck something deep within you, your chest tightening with emotion as you clung to him. His forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and uneven as he poured everything he had into each movement, each touch. The tension inside you coiled tighter and tighter, the overwhelming mix of love and desire threatening to consume you. When the moment finally shattered, your body trembled beneath him, a broken cry slipping from your lips as waves of pleasure rippled through you. Tears stung your eyes, not just from the intensity but from the sheer depth of the connection you felt with him in that moment. Cameron held you close, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. He wasn’t far behind, his movements faltering as he buried himself as deep as he could, his body shuddering as he let go. His forehead fell to your shoulder, his lips pressing soft, reverent kisses along your collarbone as he murmured your name like it was the only word that mattered. “God,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “You’re everything. You always have been.”

You reached up, your fingers threading through his hair as your other hand rested on his back, holding him close as he softened against you. The intimacy lingered in the air like a warm glow, neither of you moving for fear of breaking the fragile perfection of the moment. Cameron’s lips brushed over your temple, your cheek, before finding yours in a kiss so tender it brought fresh tears to your eyes. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips, his voice hoarse yet steady. “I’ll never stop loving you.” For a while, neither of you moved, your breaths mingling in the quiet room. He finally shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, your heart still racing. “I love you too,” you admitted, the words feeling right despite everything. As the night stretched on, you lay tangled together, the pain and anger of the past giving way to something softer. It wasn’t perfect, and you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you belonged—with him.

[kikireads4ever]

Don’t sink too deep

character: Leopold Fitz agents of shield

Genre: angst

Warnings: water/drowning, brain damage, use of Y/N 

Author note: might make this a series, so this would be part 1.

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Ward trapped you, Simmons, and Fitz in the box. The three of you sunk down into the sea. 

You watched as they tried to figure out a way for us to escape. You weren’t a scientist. You’re good at fighting and hacking. 

Fitz and Simmons figured out how to get out of the box, but there was one problem. They could only make two oxygen sources. Fitz and Simmons were arguing on who should take the sources. 

“You two can take the sources.” Fitz said firmly and handed you one of the sources.

Jemma shakes her head, “no Fitz I will not take it.” Tries to hand him one

They argue back and forth.

“Shut up!” You yelled and they stopped talking, “ I can’t swim. I shouldn’t have a source. It’d be a waste. I can’t hold my breath long enough to get out of here.” Hands Fitz the source. They both try to argue with you but you move to the door. “Take it now. I’m opening the door!” You hang close to the door switch. 

They use the oxygen and both grab onto one of your arms and swim up.

*timeskip*

“She has damage to her temporal lobe” you heard someone say. You could also feel someone’s hand on top of yours. The room was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the type of quiet that sends you into flight or fight, but with your current position you could do neither. Your body was still very weak so you couldn’t open your eyes yet. You could hear the faint sounds of people talking quietly in a separate room.“Don’t worry Y/N you’ll be fine.” It was Fitz, he sounded as though he was talking more to himself. You could hear his foot nervously tapping on the floor. 

You had been stuck in this room for weeks. Simmons and other people would come in and check on you every so often. Though the one person that checked on you daily was Leo Fitz. When you had more energy you could open your eyes and sit up. Fitz was so excited to see you.

“Y/N! You’re looking so much better!” He quickly walked up to and in the chair next to your bed. He went to reach for your hand but then stopped and fidgeted. “May I? Hold your hand?” He asked. You nod.

“Of course, you- you can.” The words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth. Simmons did tell you might have trouble speaking from now on. It was weird to hear your voice like this. Especially since you haven’t talked since the incident. He held your hand. You tried to stop your hand from shaking but it wouldn’t stop. 

Fitz didn’t realize how much he cared about you until he saw you like this. He wanted to protect you. Though he feels like he already messed that up. If only you took the oxygen.

[sunnysoulzz]

Hi lads! Dropping another misfits FIC because they are all I think abt 🤭🤭, also ima be calling him fitz in this cause it feels weird to call him cameron 😭💀

Me when I turn men that are definitely womanisers into touch starved losers 😍

Fitz x reader oneshot

Warnings: goodguyfitz x gn!reader, smut kinda, drug/alcohol use mentioned, like the opposite of porn not plot (plot no porn?), implied sex ig?, friends to lovers/fwb, you give fitz a boner lol

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It was almost midnight. You had spent the day hanging out with your best friend fitz. You and him were sitting on the couch together watching a movie, you had smoked a bong earlier and had a couple drinks, so you were coming down from your high.

You let yourself flop onto fitz, your back was against his forearm. You felt him tense up against you. You looked back at him, his eyes were on you. You gave him a sweet smile. “Fuck…” he muttered under his breath as he looked away from you. You sat up, turning your body to look at him, “you ok?” You thought you accidentally hurt him or something. He turned back to you, slightly shocked, a light blush painting his face.

“Ah- yeah, sorry it’s nothing” he chuckled awkwardly and shifted under the blanket that was draped over him. “Are you sure?” You placed your hand on his thigh. His breath grew heavy. “Yes, I’m fine..” he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into him. You blushed as you were now pushed against his chest.

You moved around, getting comfortable in his embrace when you accidentally brushed your hand against his crouch. He let out a shaky breath, your face grew even redder as you looked up at him. He was looking away, his eyes starring off into space. You quickly turned to face the tv, your back now pressed against his chest. He moved the blanket to lay over the two of you.

You settled into the new position. His arm moving to lay on your waist. It didn’t take long for your mind to wonder, you couldn’t care less about the movie at this point. You shifted back, trying to ‘get more comfortable’ until your ass was pressed against his bulge, it was very obvious now that he was hard as fuck. You heard his suck in a breath, his hand on your waist tightening slightly.

You took the opportunity. You moved around more, making sure to press against his erection. “You’re such a tease.” He said in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “What are you talking about?” You said with a smirk. “You know what your doing.” His voice was laced with lust. His other arm moved to grip your waist as well, he moved back and fourth against you, causing a moan to slip from your lips.

He kissed the back of your neck as his hands moved up to your chest. Your face was bright red. You had to admit you thought about fitz when you masturbated but you never thought you’d actually end up like this. Lucky you.

[pupcroft]

CONVERSE? NAH IM A YEEZY GIRL — FITZ

Small disclaimer: I usually don’t write your “typical” reader but I felt like it cus fuck it I’m a writer and I can do what I want x

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⠀𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌⠀𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵⠀𝖺⠀𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽⠀𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕⠀𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 ,

⠀⠀🗝⠀𝗈𝗋⠀𝖺𝗍⠀𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁⠀𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 !⠀

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NO ONES POV !

y/n was visiting mason and his friends for the first time ever and she was nervous,, she didn’t know how they’d be around her at all.

Admittedly she was nervous I mean hell she was a considerably smaller YouTuber meeting YouTubers with ALOT more subscribers than her,, she knew that mason had talked a lot about her and knowing him he probably painted her as a not like other girls girl.

When In reality she wasn’t in the slightest I mean sure she didn’t like the idea of dresses and skirts but that doesn’t mean she didn’t wear them just not often,, she defaulted to jeans and the likes due to being brought up in geelong she was always running about getting stoned w mason and Koby and all that good stuff.

Slipping on her yeezys she stepped outside the winter Australian breeze hitting her like a basketball to the face,, her off white beanie and offensive hoodie provided some warmth though,, which was good.

Shoving the key into the ignition she turned it and set off to the misfits house,, it was only 20 minutes away so she wasn’t that bothered.

time skip what the hell??

Gently sighing as she stepped out the car hauling her shaker along with her she took a sip from it before walking up the pathway and texting mason a simple “I’m here now you bitch” before slipping it into her pocket waiting for mason to answer the door.

And then,, one of all the crackheads her brother mason came to a skidding halt and swung open the door smiling.

“Heyyyaaa mace” she smiled as he stepped to the side letting her in.

“Heyyya ya cunt” he mused grabbing her wrist and pulling her to the lounge upstairs where none other than the rest of the misfits where sitting.

“Masonnn” she whined as he pulled her up the stairs her yeezys hitting against the glass steps as he sighed.

“Ooo~ who’s this maso?” A girl who you presumed to be Tobi chimed as you sat on the couch

“This is my sister y/n” he answered simply flopping down on the end of the couch.

“I like your style!! Good choice” Toby smiled taking a sip from her shaker noticing yours she smiled.

“awh thanks I don’t know what kinda person masons painted me as probably a proper cunt that’s not like other girls but I can assure you I’m not” you sighed shaking you head as mason propped himself up on the couch before a 6’10 giant came running up the stairs

He stopped in his tracks as he saw his merch,, he usually didn’t react like that but seeing someone as hot as you in HIS merch?? He was a blushing mess

[savagemickey03]

omggg did you ever find some scandal fics???? 😭 cause a bitch is going THRU it and i NEEED fitz comfort 😭😭

Anon bestie I wish I did but when I tell you this fucking fandom is devoid of x reader content for most of the characters I’m not playing 😭 and I’ve fucking looked everywhere and tbh it’s not giving cause this show should be fucking gold for x reader fics and it’s fucking tumblr like damn near everything and everyone is on here buuuuuuuut if we’re talking about some good ass Fitz x Olivia fics my bestie @anincorrectpetunia you should go check my good sis out 😌

[starksluttt]

safe

leo fitz x reader

wc. 0.5k

a/n: a little tiny fitz fluff piece cus im rewatching aos and it's slowly destroying me

a/n/: takes place during beginning of season 2

a clatter in the distance woke you, "fitz? are you alright" you mumbled sleepily.

rubbing your eyes groggily you peered about, he was at his desk again, stressed. "please leo come back to bed" you muttered from the covers

hearing no response you pried yourself from the mattress and stumbled over to leo - who was still murmuring to himself. the sudden shock of the cold wooden floor sent a shiver through your body, feeling vulnerable, you quickly wrapped yourself in a sheet before making your way over to leo.

"they can't do this" he whispered, his voice shaking with fear. you felt a certain anger towards ward in these moments, something that could only be satiated by putting a bullet in that snake's head.

your voice trembled with remorse as you rubbed his back, kneeling next to the desk, "what do you mean fitz" you whispered,

"are you hurt" you breathed, he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch while you checked him over

with watery eyes he looked down at you, grasping your hands in his, "they don't let me be with you"

you coaxed him to stand as you did, slowly he made his way over to the bed

"mack and may and coulson, they said i'd hurt you and i was too unstable-" fitz stuttered catching his breath "they wouldn't let me stay with you, i had to leave they made me" he cried softly.

you sat yourself onto the bed, crossing your legs, leo followed seating himself on the edge, you could tell he was scared to reach out to you, there were a couple times like this since the accident. watching him struggle to make a physical connection with you was something you never wanted to experience, wanted him to experience. and yet here you were.

you caught your hands finding comfort on either side of his head "leo please, you know them, they wouldn't do that" you leaned your forehead against his allowing your hands to drop to his waist.

leo leaned forward, breathing you in and pressing a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, before finding your lips, desperately leaning in. fitz bit at your bottom lip, making you part them, for him to find your tongue.

you rolled your head back slightly, leo quickly pressed his lips to your neck, nipping softly, before burying his face in your shoulder.

you leaned your back against the headboard as he rested his head on your chest "you make me feel safe" he stated "only you" he hid his head in your chest, inhaling your scent, you pressed kisses all over the top of his head,

he took your hand in his placing it in his hair, you drew your hand through it, tracing on his scalp, he leaned into your touch, whimpering in the slightest.

you promised yourself there, in the faint glow of the city outside, if you ever saw ward again you'd drive a knife through his throat

[becca-e-barnes]

I need more of needy Bucky who loses control from the feeling of being inside your pussy. I need him to fuck me like a rag doll and to carry me over his shoulder around the house like his personal flesh light.

Fuck, this has always been one of my very favourites to write. I really like to imagine that he struggles to last but he can keep going after he finishes 🙈 it's my lil filthy fantasy

But imagine spending the morning in bed with him. You both wake up around 6am and you spend the first little while just touching and chatting before a couple of hours of sex. Now it's maybe around 11am and after lying there together for a while, you're both in the mood for something to eat.

You pull a robe around you and that's just about as much as you manage before Bucky's scooped you up, carrying you to the kitchen.

"You don't need to carry me everywhere!" You tease, remembering that he'd carried you up the stairs to bed last night too.

"I know. But. Carrying you means. I. Can put you. Exactly. Where. I want you." He peppers kisses over your face and neck, tenderly capturing your bottom lip between his before he sets you up on the kitchen countertop.

There's no point arguing with him so you sit there quite happily. He makes up a quick pancake mix, washes some berries from the fridge, preps the coffee machine and sets the little dining table for the two of you.

Somewhere in between, you got a little distracted, perched on the counter scrolling on your phone. You hadn't noticed the way he's looking at you.

He's so caught up in the little things; the way the light hits your shoulder, the curve of your hips, the way the silhouette of your nipples are visible against the satin robe.

"Look at you, sitting there all sweet like your cunt isn't so fucking full of me."

That's got your attention.

You squirm a little, your body fluttering at how shamelessly vulgar he's being but nothing's stopping you from doing the same.

You spread your legs, exposing the slick mess coating your inner thighs. It's a mixture of your own arousal and Bucky's cum, dripping out of your sensitive cunt.

Your fingertips trail lazily over your exposed sex, your skin glistening in the natural light before you bring your fingers to your own lips, sucking them clean, giving him a little bit of a show.

"Tastes amazing, sweetheart." You groan, noticing the growing bulge in his thin pyjama bottoms. "But I lost track of how many times you came inside me this morning. You came so deep, most of your cum won't have dripped out yet. Bet I'm still totally stuffed full."

He sinks to his knees in no time, settling his head between your thighs, breathing in the faint smell of your arousal. His tongue presses flat to your sex, trailing from your hole to your clit and back, gathering as much of your combined release as possible.

He groans, low and pathetic, allowing his tongue to dip inside you as deep as he can bury it. He savours every drop of cum he earns back from your body.

When his tongue alone isn't enough, he slips a finger into you, followed quickly by a second, curling them against your sensitive inner wall.

"Bucky baby, please don't make me cum again." You groan, your fingers tangled in his dark hair but you know he's not giving you that choice. Not when his free hand is furiously stroking his own cock, desperate to ensure that when he's finished licking his cum out of you, he can flood your cunt with another load.

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alone with you, does that makes sense? - ravi singh x reader

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you stumbled into the dimly lit kitchen in the middle of the night. rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you reached for a glass and began to fill it up as you hummed to yourself. the only thing on your mind was your bed, and how dry your mouth felt. 

as you sipped on your water, the doorbell rang. 

you frowned to yourself, wondering who would be outside in the dead of night while it was raining. 

you set down your glass and hesitantly walked to the door, and another knock came, more urgent this time. you cracked the door open the slightest bit, only to see your boyfriend, with droplets of rain on his jumper and wet hair. 

“ravi?” the sleep left your body in an instant, “what the… are you mental?” you said as you opened the door wider, partially sighing in relief as it was just him, not an axe murderer or something of the sort. 

“possibly.” he breathed out as he saw you, wiping a water droplet off his cheek.

“oh my gosh, get inside — it’s freezing!” you exclaimed as you ushered him inside. 

you crossed your arms over your chest, feeling the cold seeping through the fabric of your pajamas as he stepped in and took off his shoes. 

“what are you doing here? it’s the middle of the night.” to say you were beyond confused was an understatement.

“i couldn’t sleep.” he shrugged, like that answered your question perfectly.

“so you just came to my house?” 

“yes?…” he paused, taking in your confused and honestly unimpressed look. ”well, i did call you multiple times — and i texted! so i didn’t just come to your house.”

you sighed, knowing your phone was almost always on do not disturb. “i…” you paused, eyeing his figure as he ran a hand through his soaked hair. “well… do you need anything? i can make you tea if you’d like?” 

“i’m alright, thankyou.” a grin found his face, and he slightly lolled his head to the side. “would it be too cheesy to say i just need you?” 

your cheeks flushed, “yes. it would be.”

“perfect.“ he flashed you a toothy grin, “i just ne-“ 

“stop it,” you cut him off with a sleepy laugh, your voice still tired, “you’re so unbelievable.”

“and you’re way too welcoming.” he said as he took a step closer. “do you treat everyone this nicely, or am i just special?” 

you snorted, “you’re definitely special in the head, i’ll tell you that much.” 

he seemed to have gotten his answer from the way your cheeks flushed even more as he got closer, “alright, fair.” he sent you a boyish grin, “i’ll take it.” 

you laughed before hitting his shoulder and said, “let’s go to my room, let me just get my water.”

you heard him mutter something along the lines of, “wow, take me out to dinner first.”

shaking your head with a smile, you grabbed your glass and then he followed you up the stairs.

—

once inside your room, you tossed him a towel from your dresser. “here, dry off before you catch a cold.”

he accepted the towel with a smirk. “are you going to tuck me in, too?”

you rolled your eyes, but it was impossible for you to wipe the smile off your face. “only if you behave.”

he dried his hair, making it stand up messily before he ran his fingers through it. it somehow just made him look even more endearing. “i always behave,” he said, though his smile told you otherwise.

“sure you do.” you replied, pulling the covers back on your bed and climbing in. “now, get in here before you freeze to death.”

“yes, ma’am,” he teased, but there was a softness in his eyes as he joined you under the blankets.

the warmth of his body next to yours was comforting, and you couldn’t help but snuggle closer, resting your head on his shoulder. “better?”

“much better,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around you. “listen,” he hesitated, “im sorry for showing up so randomly, i had a bad day and just…” he trailed off, trying to find the right way to put it, “i wasn’t lying when i said just needed you.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your heart swelling at the tenderness in his gaze. your brows furrowed and your chest felt constricted at the thought of him being anything other than happy. 

“ravi, i’m here for you, always.” you moved to press a gentle kiss on his lips, and his hand came up to caress your cheek. 

when you pulled back, you lay your head back on his chest. “i’m really sorry your day was horrible.” you mumbled. 

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” his tone was a lot softer now, more vulnerable. “i mean, i have my ridiculously amazing girlfriend in my arms now, i couldn’t ask for anything more.”

you lifted your head again, amused at his ability to slip back into his wits so easily. “you’re really something, you know that?” 

he chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, something special in the head, right?”

“yes,” you laughed quietly, “but not only that. i mean, you’re sort of ridiculously amazing too.”

he gasped dramatically, feigning shock, “was that a compliment i heard?” 

“i take it back.” 

“so it was a compliment.” it was almost impossible for his smile to get any wider, “don’t get all soft on me now, love.” he patted your head, but there wasn’t a single bone in your body that felt the need to make a snappy retort back.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you said as you snuggled in closer to his side. 

“but you help me sleep at night.”

you raised your eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see it. “then why aren’t you sleep?”

when he didn’t respond, you lifted your head up to find him closing his eyes, with his lips twitching as he tried to bite back a laugh. 

“you’re such an idiot.” you muttered under your breath with a laugh as you put your head back down, and ravi wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you in closer.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the blankets.

you could hear his steady heartbeat as your breaths started to even out, and he traced silent “i love you”s and hearts on your skin, which had you almost asleep within minutes.

“i love you too,” you mumbled into his chest without thinking twice, and sleep washed over you before you could feel the kiss ravi pressed on the top of your head.

soon enough, the rain pattering on the window and soft breaths the only sounds that could be heard.

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[darkenedroses-world]

Reaching New Heights — Fitz x Reader

🔹 Fluff 🔹 Playful Banter 🔹 Height Differences 🔹 Teasing 🔹 Slow Burn 🔹 Romantic Chemistry 🔹 Kitchen Setting 🔹 Light Angst (if you squint) 🔹 Countertop Kiss 🔹 F!Reader 🔹 Request🦋

You were attempting to reach a high shelf in Fitz’s kitchen, stretching on your toes as you tried to grab a bag of chips. You heard the unmistakable sound of his chuckle behind you before you even turned around. “Need a ladder there, short stuff?” Fitz’s voice was dripping with amusement as he leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and that damn smirk on his face. “Don’t start,” you said, narrowing your eyes but unable to hide your own grin. He took a step closer, towering over you, a playful glint in his eyes. “It’s not my fault you’re built for hobbit holes. What are you even trying to grab up there?” You huffed. “The chips. And it’s not my fault you designed your kitchen for people who play basketball.” “Correction: I designed my kitchen for me.” He strolled over, effortlessly plucking the bag from the shelf like it was nothing. “And you’re welcome.” Relief flooded you—until he held the bag just out of reach. “Fitz!” He tilted his head, grinning wider. “What? I worked hard for this. I think I deserve a little appreciation.” “Give it here,” you demanded, crossing your arms.

“Hmm,” he said, pretending to consider as he held the bag even higher. “What’s the magic word?” “Now.” “Close, but no.” Without thinking, you jumped to grab it, only for him to raise it even higher. “Fitz, I swear—” “Swear what, shorty?” he teased, laughing when you glared up at him. “Oh, don’t pout. You’re making this too easy.” You stomped your foot, glaring up at him, though you couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “Oh, come on! Stop being a giant for once in your life.” He laughed, a deep sound that sent warmth through you. “Not my fault you’re fun-sized.” You crossed your arms, glaring at him, but he leaned down, closing the gap between you. “You know, you’re kind of adorable when you’re mad,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “Don’t think you can sweet-talk your way out of this,” you replied, but your breath hitched as his free hand rested on your waist. “Who said I was sweet-talking?” His smirk softened, replaced by something more serious as his gaze flicked to your lips. “You’re just really easy to tease.”

Your witty comeback died on your lips as his gaze flicked from your eyes to your mouth. The bag of chips dropped to the counter with a soft thud, forgotten entirely as he cupped your face, pulling you into a kiss that left you breathless. He kissed you like he’d been waiting for this moment forever—soft but insistent, his other hand sliding up your back to pull you closer. You clutched at the front of his hoodie, standing on your toes to meet his height. Then, in one fluid motion, Fitz’s hands gripped your waist and lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. The cool surface sent a shiver through you, contrasting with the warmth of his touch as he stepped between your legs, his hands finding your thighs. “Better?” he murmured against your lips, the teasing tone still there but laced with something deeper. “Much better,” you managed, your voice shaky. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back down as his lips moved from yours to your jaw, trailing down your neck with featherlight kisses. “You drive me crazy, you know that?” he muttered, his breath hot against your skin.

“Funny,” you replied, though your voice was a whisper. “I was just thinking the same about you.” He chuckled, his teeth grazing your neck, sending sparks through you. “You’re trouble.” “You love it.” “Damn right, I do,” he said, his hands sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing under the hem of your shirt. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made your heart race. “You know you’re stuck with me now, right?” You laughed softly, leaning forward to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring the moment. “Good. Because I’m not letting you go either.” Fitz’s laugh rumbled low in his chest as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Remind me to keep putting stuff on the top shelf. If this is how it ends every time, I’m never moving anything lower.” “Don’t push your luck,” you teased, though your smile gave you away. “Too late,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again, leaving you both lost in the moment.

[unholyhelbig]

Natasha Angst pls !!!

Title: Hail Hydra

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff

Word Count: 6062

Warnings: Mentions of torture, mentions of mind control, gunshot wound, visions of drowning, general angst, and horrible spelling because I never proofread, angst with an eventual happy ending. Sort of.

Summary: Reader is sent into the Framework, an alternate world where her biggest regret is remedied. What happens when she realizes that this might be a better reality?

[A/n: Do you need to know anything about Agent of Shield to read? No, but you're depriving yourself of the brillance that is the Framework arch if you don't. Seriously some of the best acting in the Marvel Tv universe.]

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The bedroom had a coolness to it that was interrupted by the slats of white light streaming through the window. You’d kicked the heavy duvet from your feet to compensate for the rise in temperature, but still found yourself sweating through your shirt.

The apartment that you rented in Lower Manhattan faced away from the sun. You relied on your natural clock and the blaring alarm to rouse you from sleep- never the sun. You breathed in the floral scent of laundry detergent, hugging the cool side of the pillow close. You’d never felt more content, and squeezed your eyes shut until you saw stars, willing sleep to envelope you once more.

It was when the bed shifted next to you, and the weight of an arm around your midsection tightened, did you finally open your eyes. The ceiling was a light gray color, a fan whirring with a dull hum in its center. A cold nose that certainly didn’t belong to your dog pressed behind your ear.

As far as you were concerned, you had fallen asleep alone last night. Not only that, but you had succumbed to the day's exhaustions in your own home. Not the SHIELD base. Your heart pounded in your chest, fingers gripping listlessly at the thousand count sheets that were too soft to be your own.

A raspy groan rumbled against your skin, formed into tired words. “You’re awake.”

Your body tensed even further, if possible, eyes darting frantically to the woman next to you. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. SHIELD’s ultimate weapon and your on and off fling for the past seven years. She’d never stayed the night past hot tangles of limbs and bitten exclamations of ecstasy. Even that had stopped two years ago- your relationship, or lack thereof, turned strictly professional.

You, a high ranking SHIELD agent, and her an Avenger that did more press than missions at this point. Your paths barely crossed and when they did, she would offer you a huff of indignance, but never a smile. She’d made you question your abilities in bed. But, it was nearly impossible to be a good lay for something like Natasha. Someone so sensual and carnal.

Her fingers dug into your ribs painlessly, heat overwhelming on your bare skin where her touch had traveled. There was a coolness of a wedding band there, and your thumb swiped against your own ring finger, meeting the edge of gold. Your breath caught entirely, and this caused the trained spy to pull her head from the crook of your neck and level you with a sleepy, adorable, pout of concern.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, prying her hand from your midsection and pressing the back of her fingers to your head. She was taking your temperature. “Are you feeling alright?”

You blinked at her ripe green eyes. You had to say something but Natasha was not known for her displays of affection, nor had she ever asked if you were okay, outside of the realm of your usual consents and safewords. Of course- she’d never stayed the night either.

“I’m fine,” Her eyes narrowed at you and she shifted on her elbow, pulling the blanket up to her chest. You struggled to soothe her with something more genuine. “I might be coming down with a cold.”

“Mm, your throat sounds a little scratchy.”

She kissed your temple and you fought back another wave of stiffness that threatened to overtake you. This was all so strange. This room was not your own, and it had too many personal effects to be Natasha’s. There was a wedding band on your finger, and as your eyes moved across the dresser, there were multiple photos of the two of you together. Then- there were three.

“You can take today, I’m sure Leo won’t mind. He’d rather you better than forcing yourself to go into work.”

Leo. He never used his first name at the office. He was Agent Fitz, he was Fitzsimmons, he was a loveable and brilliant man who divulged his hatred for his namesake over half a pack of Miller Lights.

“No, no. I’ll be alright, really.”

She shot you another skeptical look but didn’t push the matter further as she rose from the warmth of the bed and started towards the bathroom. You watched her toned figure as she made her way to the sink and flicked on the water.

You sat up, head swimming. Your body ached as if you actually did have a cold. But you forced yourself to the dresser, picked up a photo that was propped up next to a glass dish filled with silver rings and jewelry.

A nice family photo of both you and Natasha, and a young teenager that had the Black Widow’s eyes and the slope of your nose. Your heart seized and then warmed. The two of you had a daughter? God- you really must have hit your head to cause this level of delusion.

“I know you miss her,” Natasha sighed out. She leaned against the doorframe, toothpaste frothing at the corners of her mouth. You breathed in the sharpness of the mint that accompanied her, running your thumb over the textured frame. “But, I’m sure she’s having an amazing time at the Barton farm. We can video chat tonight.”

You felt the corner of your lip pull up in affection for this stranger. “I’d like that.”

Natasha’s eyes crinkled into a smile that made your world tint. You’d seen her experience bliss before, but this was something different. This was something you wanted to pull out of her any chance you got. The light in her eyes was unmatched.

She slapped your ass hard enough to pull you out of your own head. “Well then, Malyshka, if you’re that intent on going to work today then you better get a move on.”

apprehensively, you did as you were told and started to rifle through the drawers until you found an acceptable pair of pants and a shirt. You were thankful that Natasha had retreated back into the bathroom so she couldn’t see your confused attempts at figuring out what drawer was what.

When she did emerge, she was in a silk black button down and a pair of pants that hugged her curves perfectly. Bouts of red hair fell over her shoulders and a standard issue gun was attached at her hip. Your mouth went dry as she closed the distance between you both and ran her fingers under your own collar, smoothing it down.

“Something’s missing,” Natasha purred, your stare snapping up to hers in a silent, and despite plea for mercy. She was a dangerous creature, one that could snap your neck in a moment if you gave her cause.

Kid be damned. Happy married life be damned.

“That so?”

“You almost forgot your badge. I’m not turning around on the freeway again, baby.”

A nervous chuckle escaped you, one saturated in relief. Natasha held up the simple identification and the noise died in your throat. Agent Y/L/N. Level Seven. Hydra. The gangly tentacles stretched its suction cups towards the edges of the plastic, hollow skeletal eyes stared back at you as you struggled to school your expression. Natasha’s eyebrow lifted.

“I’ve just realized, that is a horrible photo of me.”

She scoffed, shoulders pitching low “Everyone knows you can get a better picture at the DMV. I don’t hold it against you. But I will if we’re late.”

Kate’s hands were bound behind her back. She looked stiff, uncomfortable in the lone metal chair that was in the center of the interrogation room. Her hair was springing in different directions from her ponytail, shoulders rolling back ever so often to quell the pounding in her spine.

Her eyes found yours through the two-way glass, almost as if she sought out your presence. That gray and stormy stare bore into you. It took everything in you not to look away, to cower in the face of her pain and suffering.

Natasha frowned at the file open in her hands. “How can such a brilliant girl with a family like the Bishops sympathize with the likes of SHIELD? With a mother like Eleanor, you’d figure something good would translate.”

Good. The establishment you had wandered into like a ghost without chains made your stomach clench in fear. There was nothing good about this place. The scent of blood and the lack of light in every stare was telling enough. None of it seemed to bother Natasha, so you threw your chin up and made sure it didn’t bother you too.

“She’s not talking.” Yelena took a long, slow sip of her coffee. The hazelnut scent coated your lungs. She leaned against the wall, staring at the woman as if she’d never set eyes on her in her life. “Are you feeling up for some fun?”

You glanced at Natasha, and it was clear that she wanted an answer from you as well. There was a reason you were Level Seven- you figured. People didn’t make eye contact with you as you

walked through the white halls. They turned the other way and scrambled from the elevator the second you appeared. How naive of you to think that the Black Widow herself was the only catalyst.

“How much fun?” You sounded out.

“As much as you want. Just keep her tongue in her mouth and keep her alive. Leo wants to speak with her, and she can’t very well provide answers if she’s choking on her own blood.”

You made a small noise at the back of your throat and ran your finger over the cool metal pin that was tacked to the lapel of your shirt. Another thing that Natasha swore you forgot. The same logo on your badge that had granted you entry to the Hydra Headquarters was embossed into the golden broach.

Natasha and Yelena wore the same ones. So did every single person that you had passed on your way here. Everyone but Kate.

“You are not excited?” Yelena took another sip, stare boring into you behind her cup.

“She’s not feeling well.” Natasha waved her hand dismissively. “I tried to get her to stay home but she must have gotten wind of the prisoner. She’s been wanting to let off some steam.”

Yelena seemed satisfied enough with Natasha’s answer and you pushed through the door into the interrogation room before they had a chance to question you further. One Romanoff sister was enough, you couldn’t grapple with the suspicions of two.

A look of relief washed over Kate’s eyes for only a moment, a flash that was too quick to catch through the two-way glass. You willed her silence. Her heels dug into the floor and pushed her further back into her chair.

You knew exactly what you were capable of, and it burned at your fingertips. Coulson, you knew, had taken you in years ago after you’d escaped from the very organization that swarmed around you now. You had two choices: Remain one of Hydra’s most feared interrogators, war criminal and enforcer, or give it all up to pledge loyalty to SHIELD.

This world- you had learned- was backwards. More than Natasha Romanoff being your wife. The two of you had a child together, but the two of you served the evil that you had torn yourself away from.

The sweat dripping from the tip of Kate’s nose into the cloying heat that was used as a torture tactic confirmed that your reputation proceeded you. In this world, you hadn’t said yes to Coulson. In this world, you were positive you spit in his face before pilling the trigger.

You got close, used your hand to tip back the chair that Kate was sitting in. She yelped, your other hand reaching up and lilting her chin up to meet your eyes. Kate was trembling and the sight alone was enough to break your heart. You gritted your teeth.

“Where the hell are we?” You whispered to her, so low it came out as an exhale that only you could hear. Her gaze betrayed shock, so you yanked her forward, exclaiming louder. “Look at me!”

“You’re Hydra.” She gritted.

“You’re not. You’ve made that abundantly clear.”

All the while, you pleaded with your eyes. Kate was a smart girl. She was quick to put the pieces together. The two of you were not of this universe. She still had the soft pink scar across her nose from the first mission the two of you had together. The same need for comfort in her gaze.

When she did nothing but blink slowly at you, you reached for the small tray of weapons by her side. Almost on instinct, your fingers wrapped around the sharpest, serrated blade. You willed your hand not to shake as you pressed the tip right under her ear. Again, you made sure you were loud enough to appeal to the Romanoff’s excitement when it came to torture.

“Yelena told me that you have to keep your tongue. But she never said anything about that innocent face of yours.” You moved behind her, lowering your voice to nothing but a murmur. “You can trust me, but I might have to hurt you.”

“You bastard!” Kate pulled on her restraints, jerking forward. “I’d rather die than serve Hydra.”

You grabbed her hair, pulling until she was staring up at you, tears forming against her slate stare. Your stare was hard, nearly unforgiving. Being this close, being back in an interrogation room with a blade pressed ever so slightly to soft skin made you fight back cravings for violence that had been engraved in you since day one.

“Tell me, who sent you?”

Again, you were met with silence. You pushed a scoff from your lips and returned the blade to its rightful place on the tray. Instead, picking up a set of iron knuckles that were already speckled with little spots of rust, pools that had been from previous victims.

You gave Kate an apologetic look, your back to the window, before you used a good portion of your strength to slam into Kate’s ribs. She grunted, falling forward, her chin dipping into your collarbone. You’d heard a dull pop, felt the dampness of a cough of blood. You hadn’t meant to hit that hard, really.

“Aida,” Kate whispered against you “Framework. It’s not real.”

“It feels real.” You shoved her back and she spit to the side, a mixture of spit and blood. Strings webbed from her lips as she leveled you with a glare. You grabbed her chin again. “I’ll get us out of here, but you have to trust me.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re Hydra, y/n.”

The words were unspoken, besotted in her throat. But they were there all the same. ‘Something tells me you like it here.’ In your world- in the one not manufactured by a robot that had gained sentience, you were hard to trust. This version of you fit like a glove, and maybe you did miss it. But the pain in Kate’s stare would haunt you for months, years, perhaps forever.

“Don’t fight them,” You purred “give them what they want.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Leo might have better luck,” you said at a normal volume, straightening up and wiping her blood on her shirt. “I suggest you speak to him unless you want to puncture a lung.”

Kate leveled you with a dark look, one that rang with understanding, and fear. One more hit to the temple and she slumped in her seat, unconscious. A bloom of blood dripped down the side of her face and joined the stream at the corner of her mouth, soaking into her collarbone.

You’d learned long ago that Hydra waited for their prisoners to gain consciousness to continue their assault, their conditioning. Kate succumbing to darkness, if only for a bit, would buy you more time. You quieted for a moment, clenched your eyes shut before you threw yet another punch.

A storm brewed just north, the leaves on large oak trees showing their pale, soft underbellies. It was a sign that rain would fall hard and fast. Your mother taught you to breathe deep on the damp soil. You rolled down the window, letting the water-logged air clear your senses and cool your cheeks.

Natasha glanced at you worriedly and you supposed that you’d never get used to the gesture. It was the one thing in this world that didn’t make sense. The torture, the pain that you caused was expected of you. The love that she showed shook you to your core. It would be easy to stay, to love her back.

You’d paid apt attention to the route that connected your innocent suburban home to Hyda’s base. This was certainly not the way back, but you held your tongue, squeezed it between your molars until you felt the sting prickle at your eyes.

“You don’t have to pretend with me, darling.”

“I know. I should have stayed home today.” you murmured, feeling the soreness of your jaw.

Natasha let out an exhale and pulled over to the side of the road. You took stock of your situation. You were far into the country, the lush green grass and empty highway seemed like as good a place as any to die.

If you were to die in the Framework, would you perish in life too? There was a good chance that even this parallel world had a cruel sense of humor.

Natasha put the car into park and turned in her seat. The sun was just starting to set, turning the sky a toxic shade of orange that reflected off her skin, making her glow ethereally. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t take your eyes off hers. You could drown in the deep fern pools.

When she reached for you, you flinched, burrowing deeper into the passenger seat. A word wasn’t uttered as she reached and gently unclipped the pin that was on your collar. Ever so subtly, she placed it in the center console, giving you much of the same look that Kate had earlier. Pleading.

“I know what’ll make you feel better.” Her voice had dropped a few octaves, nimble hands working at her own pin. She set it not far from yours and lifted her chin towards the door.

“Public indecency, Nat.”

“When has that stopped us before?”

You huffed, and pushed yourself from the car and took a few steps towards the tree line. Gray clouds pockmarked the sky, looking as if they were ready to burst. You knew better than to turn your back on the Black Widow, made-up universe or not.

A glare had etched itself onto her features, and you couldn’t tell if it was sexual or predatory or both. You backed up with each step until your spine hit bark. You could smell the rain now, the honeysuckle from the small yellow flowers intertwined with poison ivy. Sweet with a deadly bite.

She let out a shaky breath. You didn’t move when she pulled the gun from the small space between her back and her jeans. You’d expected the tip of it to be placed between your brows, a quick and easy kill. But, instead, she shoved it into your collarbone.

“Coulson, he said that there was hope for you. That eventually, everything that you stood for would click as the wrong thing.”

“Nat, I don’t understand.”

And you didn’t- not entirely. You could hear the rolling thunder to your left, feel the electricity in the air. When she glanced at the ground, a tear slid down her cheek and she was quick to wipe it away before you had the chance. You heard the shift in the gun, the almost pull of the trigger.

“Every relationship has its flaws, you know? You being Hydra, you living and breathing, and dying for Hydra despite everything that they’ve done was something I could overlook until I saw what you did to Kate today.”  

“You’re a double agent.”

She sniffed, “yeah, baby. I figured you deserved to know the truth before… What you did in there. If you could do that to Kate, then what’s stopping you from doing it to Milla. Our Milla.”

Natasha was sobbing now, swallowing back the noises that threatened to bubble up in her chest. The warm rain had begun to fall in a distant trickle, hitting the leaves with little patters that rivaled your own heartbeat.

“I would never hurt her,”

Your voice cracked. This, you knew to be true. The warmth that flooded you as you gripped the picture frame that morning had bonded you to a stranger. You’d let your fear ebb away at everything else, following Natasha like a sick puppy around the Hydra compound. The gun started to ache against your chest.

Natasha whimpered, closing her eyes and pushing ever so slightly on the trigger. She didn’t believe you. How could she? You still had dried specks of Kate’s blood on your shirt, splattered across your jawline.

“I want to believe you, love. But you’ve been pulling away from me for years now. They’ve gotten into your head, they’ve taken you from me and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get you back.”

You swallowed hard. She’d moved the gun from your chest down to your abdomen, pressing hard enough to make your ribs ache viciously. You muffled your own sorrow, swallowing back the cry that threatened to escape you.

“The day that Milla was born was the happiest day of my life. She was so small, so precious in your arms. When you looked down at her and her fingers wrapped around your own, I saw a glimpse of your humanity. Your love for her, for me. But that’s gone.”

“No, no it’s not. Nat, baby, you have to listen to me.”

“I don’t!” yelled, shoving the tip of her gun further into you. “I’ve waited long enough, y/n. I thought there was a gray area between SHIELD and Hydra and I hoped that you resided in it. You can’t talk your way out of this. Not this time.”

She swiped at her tears, frowning at you. Your shoulders dropped. Her version of you had given her nothing, had pulled away and leaned into the organization that tormented them both. They’d been in love once, you knew.

Natasha Romanoff was a fantastic shot.

You would have two lead slugs in your stomach before you twitched a finger. What was it Jemma said about staying alive in the Framework? Everything was becoming blurry, married with emotion. You could feel the anger, the malice, in this worlds version of you.

“I’m sorry,” you said, throat constricting. “For everything, Natasha. Be careful, for Milla’s sake.”

You shut your eyes, breathing in the electricity in the air, drops of rain soaking into the warm soil under your feet. You curled your fingers into your palms, paying attention to the sting of your nails in moldable flesh. You waited for her to pull the trigger.

The gun had gone off point-blank against your abdomen, filling your mouth with the acrid taste of copper. Doctor Arnmin Zola was a fan of submerging you in ice water when you’d resisted his programming. You’d refused to panic at first, instead, holding your breath until your lungs screamed for solace. But he had grown bored of your game and resorted to other techniques like a serrated blade to the tendons in your shoulder, in your leg.

It was impossible not to simulate drowning when your body naturally wailed in pain. You knew what it felt like to drown, and as you were pulled from unconsciousness with a surplus of warm blood muddying your throat, you recalled that it would do you no good to panic.

You coughed, your lungs crackling and stomach pulsing in pain as your muscles tried to compensate for your adrenaline. A table, you were strapped to a table, and the leather cuffs around your wrists began to tear with your struggle.

“Y/n!”

You could recognize Jemma’s voice, even through the static in your mind. Your world was pulsing, black dots swimming against your vision. There were wires attached to your temples, adhesive pulling uncomfortably at your skin. A strong, familiar hand pressed down on the center of your chest.

“Jemma, what’s happening?”

“She must be going into shock. I can’t see where the blood is coming from.”

Ever the calm doctor you heard the rip of fabric and felt the assault of sterile, cold air against your skin. You knew exactly the source, the wound in the center of your stomach where Natasha- Framework Natasha- had unloaded her clip.

“You have to do something!”

There were traces of worry in the other voice, the one you refused to pin down. It was raspy, familiar, but nothing compared to the pain that choked you mercilessly. You were screaming, wailing as if you were haunting an abandoned mansion. It took you a few barely-lucid seconds to understand the noise was coming from you.

“I’m nowhere near well-equipped. I’d need sedative, and nothing here is sterile!”

“You’re SHIELD, Jemma. You work with what you have. Figure it out. I can’t lose her.” 

Your vision was swimming in darkness, taking away what little clarity of your surrounds you had. It was if that one word, that one person, knew exactly what you needed to hear. Your mind stopped fighting so hard to utilize its adrenaline. You could rest, give in to the quiet, because it was SHIELD.

It was SHIELD.

The dry, metallic taste in your mouth was nearly gone the next time you stirred. Though, you craved a glass of water that would soothe the rest of your discomfort. Your head was pounding, the pinch of an IV had replaced the receptors attached to your temples.

A huge, freezing breath was drawn in with a gasp. You weren’t strapped to a table anymore, no bright and dehumanizing lights above your head. The ones in the room had been dimmed. This was an unfamiliar medical bay, but you had a blanket, and that was more than you’d been offered during your last bout of lucidity.

Jemma stirred in the chair that was positioned next to your bed. Her hair had been combed through with her fingers, glasses on the center of her nose. There were bags under her eyes and out of instinct, she felt across your throat to check the strength of your pulse, despite the machines in her presence.

“Oh, thank goodness. You must be thirsty.” She seemed to read your mind, “I’m afraid you’re not allowed liquids right now. But I sent Agent Romanoff for some ice chips.”

You stiffened at her name, opened your mouth to say something, and then snapped it shut when you realized your body would protest more than you were ready to counteract. Agent Romanoff was here? The last you’d seen of the real her was on a balcony in Amsterdam. She’d slipped out of your room as steadily as she’d slipped in. 

Jemma had shifted onto the corner of your bed. “We weren’t expecting you to get pushed out of the Framework. It’s nearly unheard of.”

“Pushed… out?”

“With Aida’s meticulous planning, she’s accounted for every contingency within the Framework. She’s manipulated Fitz into doing her bidding, and Daisy too. I suppose she wanted to add you to her ever growing list of prisoners but you weren’t as susceptible.”

“She kicked you out.”

Natasha was leaning against the doorframe, her head tilted to the side. There was a glass mug in her hand, most-likely overfilling with ice that you longed for. Still, you tensed at her presence, pushed yourself further into the plastic headboard out of apprehension. She certainly had the upper-hand now.

Jemma noticed the change in your demeanor, the palness that washed over your skin. “Are you in pain?”

Well, yes, but it was more of an impossible longing for that brief moment of domestic bliss that you had with the Black Widow herself. Of course you didn’t regret your choice to defect from Hydra. Your biggest regret was letting Natasha slip through your fingers.

“I’m alright, really. Everything just felt so real.”

She looked at you sympathetically and patted your knee. “We’re still monitoring Kate. She’s given us a few scares.”

“You need to pull her out,” You tried to sit up further but the bullet wound in your stomach had other ideas. Your fingers brushed against the wrapped bandages. You’d broken a few ribs yourself.

“Agent y/l/n we don’t know if that’s safe.”

“Kate being in there isn’t safe. The Framework is built around Aida, and Aida wants to lead Hydra. Kate she’s not- she didn’t wake up in the same situation as me. She woke up a traitor and if we don’t pull her out soon, she’s not going to make it at all.”

Jemma frowned and considered your words, smoothing her hand over your knee before she stood. There was guilt in her posture. The two of you had agreed to be sent in, but she was the one who had done it. You wanted to assuage her worries, but she had shifted into a different vein of thinking; a productive one that left no room for feelings of regret.

She excused herself, leaving you in an uncomfortable silence with Natasha, save for the constant whirring and beeping of the machines around you. She took a few steps into the room, but didn’t get closer.

“What did you wake up to?”

The question hung in the air like a blade positioned over your jugular, it’s own sharpness a reason for your ultimate demise. When you didn’t answer, averting your gaze, Natasha took Jemma’s place on the hospital bed. Her warmth was domineering. She smelled like Framework Natasha, sweet with an acidic bite.

Subtly, you pushed yourself closer to the headboard once more. Of course, with someone like the Black Widow, nothing was ever subtle. It was her job to read and decipher your body language. Even if you weren’t an open book, she still scanned the pages shamelessly.

She scoffed, “I’m not going to bite, y/n.”

“Perhaps not, but will you shoot?”

Her hand tightened on the Styrofoam cup and it produced a small scream of pain that made your ears ring. She stared down at your fingers flush against the gauze, slowly soaking with a horrid red color.

“I did that? In the Framework?”

“I really didn’t give you much of a choice.” You laughed bitterly, wincing at the pain. “I was Hydra and you were pretending to be. I guess even in the perfect world, your pension for doing the right thing will outweigh the wrong. I can’t fault you for that.”

“I would never hurt you.”

The sincerity of her words tilted your world. There was a quiet warmth to them that filled you with the positives of the Framework. Your wife. The mother of your child. She sat in front of you now, being neither of those things.

Natasha picked up a chip of ice and silently begged to scoot closer, you gave her the slightest of nods, let her press the ice against your lips. You were flooded with instant relief. The dryness on your tongue evaporating. You very well could have done this yourself- but there was something intimate about her offer that you didn’t refuse.

“When Simmons told me that you were going into the Framework, I tried to get here with enough time to stop you. But I was off world and when I got here, so were you.” She frowned, placed the ice in your mouth. You bit down on it with a satisfying crunch. “Going in there was foolish.”

“I wanted to save them.”

“You can’t save everyone, y/n. You work for an organization teeming with agents that have a martyr complex as strong, if not stronger, than your own. Yet, you throw yourself into a world where everything is worse.”

“Not everything.”

She drew in a breath and stared down at the cup. The question she wanted to ask was dancing on the tip of her tongue. But she was stubborn, and for anyone but her, so were you. You swallowed, dampening the coolness that coated your throat.

“The two of us, we were married. We lived together in the suburbs and had a daughter… I didn’t get to see her past a family photo because she was at the Barton farmhouse. But she existed, and we existed.”

She blinked at you, and you couldn’t read her emotions. The last time you’d dared to have a conversation with her about being more, she rushed out of the motel queen sized bed with itchy sheets and put her pants on inside-out, just to avoid the implication of an actual date. You’d never asked again, content to repress it for moments of strung-out bliss that she was so good at providing.

“It’s selfish to even think that I was better off there. Everyone else was unhappy, giving in to the darkest parts of themselves. But it was different for us, I think. Because we already give in to the darkness. It’s not having the light that we regret.”

Silence enveloped you both, and you took a sudden interest in the frayed blanket that warmed you. The fabric touching your skin was starting to feel like too much, but you didn’t dare move.

“What’s her name?”

“Hm?” You hummed, glancing up at the woman in front of you who suddenly seemed so small. She had a light rosy blush to her cheeks and was chewing on her bottom lip. “Oh, uh, Milla.”

“Was she… did you like her?”

“I loved her, I’m sure of it. She was my world. Framework you shot me before we made it to Clints farmhouse, but shit, Nat, even looking at a picture of her was earthshattering.”

She let out a watery chuckle and reached out, taking your hand. You stiffened under her touch, so familiar, yet so foreign. Soon, you relaxed, her thumb brushing over the sore bruising on your knuckles.

“I’ve always wanted a life like that, you know? Save for being sleeper Hydra agents. But the white picket fence, and the PTA meetings, a dog, and family vacations to Niagara falls. I wanted it all.”

You whispered. “Wanted?”

“It’s not in the card for people like us, is it?” She used the base of her palm to brush a tear away before it hit the stiff blanket. “Even in a world that’s meant to be perfect, one of us always ends up hurt.”

Her hand was grounding you. You didn’t want to let her go, and she didn’t make a move to pull away. The two of you drank each other in, she smelled like the storm that you were ripped from, and you wanted more of it, you wanted to tuck your head under her chin and pull her close, despite the risk of tearing stitches.

“I’ve avoided you for years, because I’m afraid that if I don’t, you’ll charm me into giving things a shot.” She laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “But watching you nearly die today sobered me up. I can’t lose you, I can’t handle losing you.”

“You won’t, Nat. If we can just give this a shot, give us a try, maybe we can have both.” You gave her hand a squeeze. “One date. I promise, I won’t propose, and I certainly won’t ask you to buy a house in the suburbs with me.”

“You want to go on a date after I shot you?” She scoffed.

“You didn’t shoot me. You got me ice, and that might as well be a ring.” Natasha giggled and the sound made heat rush from your stomach and up to your neck. You were thankful for the thin hospital gowns now. “we won’t know until we try, right? If we could make it work as Hydra and SHIELD, I think we could make it work on the same side too.”

“And if I hurt you?” She asked, “if I get scared and pull away?”

“I’ll pull you right back.” You smiled weekly, “if you’ll let me.”

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Exceptions

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: The Bus kids are stuck at the Triskelion for a while since May and Coulson have a meeting with Fury, but Ward already has important plans that he can't cancel.

Word Count: 1,287

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To the anon who sent me an idea outline for this, I hope you like it! It got merged with another idea I had, but hopefully, it's still pretty close to what you had in mind :) Thanks for continuing to read stuff for Grant Ward and enabling me to keep writing him- he's my fave, so I'm glad I have at least a few people to share the love with!

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Skye's POV

"Alright. May and I will head into our meeting with Director Fury. We'll meet you back here when we're done."

I frowned at Coulson, glancing at FitzSimmons and Ward to see if any of them would say anything. As expected, FitzSimmons just looked at each other, and Ward nodded to Coulson like he'd known this was the plan from the beginning, which I super doubted.

"Okay... and what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" I asked, turning back to Coulson and asking the question that must've been on the rest of our minds. May was already halfway out of the room, and Coulson stopped mid-step to address my question. He smiled.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

With that, he turned and headed off with May again. I watched him go for a few steps, then put my hands on my hips and turned back to the rest of my group with a sigh.

"Alright, we've been abandoned at one of the biggest SHIELD bases in the world. I probably know the least about this place out of all of us, so... how about you guys? Any ideas?"

I glanced at FitzSimmons, then looked right at Ward. He had his arms crossed, and he shook his head and took a step back the minute my gaze landed on him.

"I don't know what you all are going to do, but I have somewhere I need to be. I'll meet you back here when May and Coulson are done with their meeting. Try not to break anything until then."

With that, he turned on his heel and started marching away. I let him get a few steps, then turned to FitzSimmons.

"So we're gonna follow him, right?"

"Oh, of course."

"Absolutely."

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Y/N's POV

A took a slow, steady breath, then refocused on the sample in front of me. I'd been staring through the eyepiece of this microscope for what felt like an eterity, finally getting somewhere with samples I'd been working with for months. I'd been stuck at the Triskelion that whole time, in a lab with the loudest of the loud field and ops agents coming in and out, constant noise and business no matter where we went. All of that was about to be worth it.

The rest of the lab completely faded out around me, even as I scribbled notes without looking at the paper beside me. The handwriting wouldn't be good, but it would be decent enough that I could decipher it later, and it meant I didn't have to take my eyes off the results of the experiment in front of me for a single moment. I'd carefully built my corner of the lab into what it was, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos, the perfect place to tuck away and lose myself in my research.

At least, normally it was. Today, someone had apparently decided to venture into my corner, as a hand on my shoulder made me shoot out of my chair and almost gave me a heart attack.

"Sorry!" came the frantic voice of my best friend, Mandy. "I didn't mean to scare you! I swear, I said your name, like, three times while walking over here."

I put a hand to my chest, taking half a second to catch my breath before turning back to Mandy.

"It's okay. Honestly, I don't think anything could've shaken me out of my focus without scaring me like that. Did you need something?"

"Just wanted to give you a warning. One of the ops agents broke containment and just wandered into the lab. Figured it'd be better if I interrupted you than if he did."

I sighed, long and heavy, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Are you kidding me? How did one of them even get in here-"

I turned to see the man in question and stopped dead in my tracks. Grant Ward, my boyfriend, had just stepped into the lab. I grinned.

"Oh, actually, never mind Mandy. This one's the exception to the rest of the ops people."

"Wow, no kidding. I don't think I've seen you smile like that since your experiment at the Academy won our final projects presentation."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't bother with more than that as Mandy took her leave and Grant finally made his way over to me. His smile matched mine, the two of us bringing out sides of each other most people weren't lucky enough to see.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" I said as Grant finally reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight to his chest. He leaned in to kiss me, and it lasted a few moments longer than I would've let him get away with in public if I hadn't missed him so much.

"I thought I'd make it a surprise. Our team got detoured here last minute for Coulson to have some meeting with Fury. Lucky for us, they didn't need me to be there."

"That is lucky," I agreed, the two of us sharing a smile again. Grant reached up and gently cuped my chin in his hand, pulling me back in for a sweeter, slower version of our earlier kiss. I sighed when he pulled back and settled onto the lab stool next to me, his thigh pressed against mine.

"So. Wanna tell me what you're working on?"

"Happily. But I don't want to spend all the time we have together in this lab, so don't let me get carried away-"

"Don't worry, we should have all of tonight and tomorrow morning, with a small exception in a few hours when I have to meet back up with my team. I thought I could keep you company while you finish up here, and then we could grab some dinner. I found a great restaurant in the city last time I had an undercover mission there, and it'll leave us plenty of time for you to tell me all about this project you're working on."

"Grant, that sounds perfect. How did I get so lucky with you?"

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." We shared a smile, smaller and softer this time, but no less special. Then, Grant turned to the microscope in front of us. "So... I take it you're doing something with this?"

"Yes! I finally have interesting results to look at, so your visit was well-timed. Let me tell you about what you're seeing here..."

Grant leaned into the microsope, bracing one hand on my thigh as I put one arm around his shoulders and rubbed gentle cirlces there, narrating what he was seeing on the slide as I went. Within the lab, I'd gotten a bit of a reputation for liking my space while I worked. But Grant would always be the exception to that. I was on cloud nine that he was here, and I wasn't going to waste a single moment we had together.

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Skye's POV

"I've never seen him smile like that!" Simmons hissed.

"And he always complains about 'technobabble' when I say more than a few three-syllable words in a sentence!" Fitz agreed. I just huffed a laugh.

"Yeah, well, he's not kissing any of us either. I think that might have something to do with the change."

Fitz and Simmons scoffed right along with me, the three of us watching the scene in the Triskelion's lab for a few more moments before finally shaking it off and heading back into the hallway. Whether or not we found something else to occupy our time until May and Coulson were done with their meeting, we at least had something to tease Ward about for the rest of our lives, which I'd take as a win any day.

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After Exams

Pairings: Pippa x Reader

Content: Fluff, Mentions of Becca

Summary: It was after an exam and Pip invites you over...

WC: 910

Letting out a groan, Pip threw her head back. She was tired but she was currently in the school library so she couldn’t nap just yet. She could at home though. “Hey babe,” she heard, which caused her to jump. That was when she was met at the sight of you, and she couldn’t help but grin. You were wearing one of her jackets, her green striped crop top and some sweatpants. 

“Hi,” she responded with a smile and stood up as she pulled you closer by the waist, kissing you. You kissed back as you held her dungarees, pulling her closer. After a few seconds, you pulled away with a smile, sitting beside her after she sat back down. 

“How are you?” you asked with a smile. 

“I’m good, just a little stressed. It is exams though isn't it?” she asked with a smile. 

“I feel you,” you responded with a smile. “What exams do you have today?” you asked.

“Maths and English, what about you?” Pip enquired. 

“History,” you groaned. Pip just laughed, knowing how you hated the subject. You didn’t know why you chose it anymore but you did. You would have to suffer the consequences.

“After school, want to come over to mine? We could watch a film?” Pip offered. 

“Yeah,” you grinned with a smile. You were thankful she was going to hang out with you, you didn’t have to revise that night then.

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It was after school and you were excited. Pip was waiting for you in her car so you were hurrying out, soon in the passenger seat. “Hey babe, sorry I was talking with a teacher,” you spoke with a smile.

“It’s ok! I didn’t mind waiting,” she spoke as she started to drive out of the school. “How’d all your exams go?” Pip asked smiling.

“They went alright. What about yours?” she asked with that soft smile. 

“Eh, could've been better. Excited to be hanging with you all night though,” you responded, holding her thigh gently as you rubbed it. She smiled as she kept driving towards her house. 

“Yeah, and you have free reign for movies,” she spoke with a smile. You smirked. You were happy about that, it was better than the true crime shows she could’ve put on.

After 10 minutes of listening to the playlist Pip made for you, she arrived home. It was a relaxed ride. Climbing out of the car, Pip got her house keys as her parents were with Josh. They were busy at a show but they would be home around 7 pm. You had 2 hours with Pip alone though at least. Setting your bag down by the door, you walked over to the couch and opened your arms, ready for cuddles. Pip laughed at that before she walked over, grabbing the remote before she forgot and would have to get up. She cuddled up into your side, turning on the tv as she put her head on your shoulder and let out a sigh. She was feeling more relaxed. As much as she loved exams, she hated the nerves of what her results could be. She loved your cuddles and cuddling you even more though. She was smiling as she was happy and was kissing your cheek as she was admiring you, not messing with the remote. You knew that Pip was distracted by staring. Deciding to make her embarrassed, you looked down at her. She immediately flushed a bright red and was quick to get some movie sites up. “So, what do you want to watch first?” she asked, trying to ignore how she was caught. 

“Monsters Inc,” you responded with a smile. She nodded, soon turning it on as she was thankful they had Disney+, only for Josh really but you were now included. 

You was happy to see Pip was more relaxed rather than in school when she was nervous after her exams, wanting to know her marks then and there. You were her rock and you knew it, you helped her stop being obsessive just like the Andie Bell case. Well, that was a mix of you and Ravi helping her. Ravi was becoming a good friend to you both. After 15 minutes of watching the film, you heard soft snores and breathing on your neck. You chuckled a bit, letting her sleep as you were watching the film still. You wouldn’t wake up Pip for any reason. She needed er sleep, having done a lot of revision at night due to the fact she didn’t revise much during the case she was solving. 

When the film finished, you heard the door unlock and you looked over with a smile. Leanna looked inside and she smiled. “Oh hey, I didn’t expect you here,” she spoke quietly, seeing her sleeping daughter. “How were exams?” she asked, Victor and Josh coming in as Barney wagged his tail, running over and being his crazy self.

“They were good,” you responded with a smile. “Both of ours were good, we think we have done well,” you added. 

“That’s good. You want to stay for tea? We are getting takeout after all,” Victor spoke. You nodded immediately, knowing that Pip would be thankful for that. 

You loved this family, and most of all you loved Pip. You would do anything for her. Life was going to be good for you both, you’d keep Pip safe from anyone (especially after the Becca incident).