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midnightlizard · 4 days ago

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Could you do a smut with Vic top and reader bottom either celebrating reader getting promoted to chief or any other idea you might have.

and could you also write a hurt comfort when Vic and reader are dating and reader is prone to panic attacks and Vic helps them and fluffy with lots of kisses and comfort?

Cheers, captain

Victoria hughes x gn! reader

Summary: the team wants you to celebrate your promotion, and while you're stalling, Vic finds a way to celebrate with you

Warnings: (+18) top! Vic, bottom! reader, reader is gender neutral and non specific terms are used for their genitalia

A/N: I don't think I'm going to write your other request as it is not really my style, sorry. But I hope you'll enjoy this one :) and feel free to send another if you want

Word count: 2.6k

"Finally it's over, good job everyone!" you got off the engine with a loud thud, mirrored by your teammates' boots doing the same action "and the shift has only just begun"

You took your black and yellow jacket off with a soft groan, knowing you'd have to clean your whole uniform once again.

Almost the whole team was still in the garage, considering this call needed everyone's intervention - except for Vic and Dean, assigned to Dean's initiative for the day.

"Great job, captain" Travis' teasing voice became louder as he came up behind you, almost as dirty as you, and strongly patted your back as a dad would to his son.

"Shut it, Montgomery" but you knew the man wouldn't stop so easily.

"What? I can't congratulate our captain on their good work?"

"A captain that never threw a party for their promotion, by the way"

"There we go" you muttered. Warren might have been the eldest, but he definitely knew how to be annoying when he wanted to.

You've been promoted to captain a little over a month ago - which wasn't a lot in your opinion - but your teammates found it absurd that you still hadn't celebrated. And they made sure to remind you every chance they had, to the point you started wondering if it was a federal requirement to keep your job.

"You know" Maya chimed from the engine, where she was casually sitting in her clean uniform. You almost regretted assigning her to the hoses and not yourself. "They're never going to let this go unless you do something. Why don't you want to celebrate?"

"It's not that I don't want to!" You immediately answered, giving the same explanation for what seemed like the umpteenth time "It's just... we're always busy, and I never have time to organize"

And it was the truth, with shifts that lasted half a day and knowing the whole team couldn't possibly take a day off it's been very hard to plan anything.

But also, you've never liked organizing parties - or anything really, complaining there were too many things to take care of and too much to clean up after; you very much preferred to buy drinks for everyone at a bar. Easier and faster.

Unfortunately, the idea had already been rejected by your teammates-friends.

"And they're acting like I have to plan a wedding" you concluded with an accusatory tone.

"It doesn't have to be like a wedding" Warren immediately interjected, trying his sweetest tone so you would cave in.

"Yeah because you'd suck at it" Travis said, not missing an opportunity to make fun of you.

Your expression turned from neutral to annoyed in a second. Turning to look at him, still standing next to you with his hand on your shoulder and a smug smile on his face, you couldn't resist. You slapped the back of his head, watching as he slightly moved forward and let out a small sound of surprise.

With a smile now on your face, you let Warren continue. "Something small, you can do it at home, just us and some appetizers" he proposed, shrugging his shoulders.

"You can do it as Dean's house" Jack added. He wasn't as bad as the others, actually getting them to back off every time he sensed the teasing went too far "I'm sure he wouldn't mind"

"I would very much mind. No one's throwing parties at my house"

Everyone turned their head. as Dean and Vic entered the garage, as they probably heard you all coming back.

"not a party" you and three men exclaimed in unison. Their words pronounced like reassurance, while yours held a pleading.

"ooh, are we pestering them about the promo-party?" Vic followed behind, entering the room with a skip in her steps "I wanna join"

She instantly came to stand by your side, cupping your cheek with her hand, not caring that she could get dirt on it.

Her voice lowered as she addressed you only "hi".

You glared at your girlfriend with a gaze that held no real malice, but leaned into her touch.

"We are not doing it!" you loudly stopped everyone from talking "what we are going to do is, I'm going to take a shower" you took ahold of Vic's wrist so you could move away "while Montgomery and Warren clean everyone's uniforms"

"What? Why!?" Travis complained while Ben kept quiet, probably already knowing the answer.

"Because I'm the captain and I say so" you heard Vic snicker at your side and turned to look at her with a smile. You left a quick kiss on her lips - too quick for her standards - and headed to the showers.

- - - -

After the much needed shower you headed straight to your office - it still felt weird calling it that - and got to work.

You weren't lying when you said you were busy, becoming captain meant keeping your superiors informed of any calls the team takes care of, making sure the station was always clean and functional, reporting any problem with the equipment and not being able to delegate any of these responsibilities.

You were close to hiring an assistant.

Just as you were wondering if Vic would be up for the side hustle, she entered the door, and closed it behind her.

"How did the call go?" You asked without looking up from your papers, you heard the automatic voice calling for her and Dean almost an hour ago, but you didn't think she'd be back already. "And you should knock before entering"

"Nothing too big, we were able to defuse the situation without too much trouble" she replied casually, clearly not wanting to focus on that, and closed all the blinds that let you see the hallway "and- I'm your girlfriend" she justified herself.

You raised your head at the sound of the blinds but didn't say anything, you were still able to see thanks to the window behind you.

Besides, with Vic here you were sure you weren't going to get much work done anyway.

"Still.. I'm working" you tried, but made no move to pick your papers back up, instead focusing on Vic as she approached your desk and leaned on it next to you.

"Sorry captain" she smirked, definitely not taking you seriously.

What she took seriously however was the little "Capt." embroidered next to your last name on your uniform. Seriously hot.

"I was just thinking," assuming she had no intention of going away anytime soon you moved your seat from your desk, rotating it to face her completely "the party everyone's pestering you about-"

"Oh please" you groaned, throwing your head back "not you too, and not again. I will...do something" you settled on "I just haven't had the time"

"oh no no" she stopped you "I wasn't talking about the party per se, I was just thinking about how I haven't said my congratulations yet"

In the few months you've been with Vic you've learned the difference between the smirk she used while playing around and the one she used when she had something in mind.

And despite her seemingly reassuring words, the one she was showing you right now was certainly the second one.

"And we don't need any organizing for this one"

Your prediction came true when her hands flew to your belt. But before she could do anything your hands stopped her.

"Woah! What are you doing? We're at work"

Since your hands weren't really restricting hers she put them on your cheeks, leaving a kiss on your lips "Never stopped you before" and she would have left more than just one kiss if you hadn't pulled away.

"Well- we can't..now" you stammered "not anymore"

Vic playfully rolled her eyes and took another step towards you, now standing between your legs "oh come on you're a captain and suddenly you're boring"

Before you could retort with anything, she kissed you again - and you couldn't deny her forever. Her hands returned to your face, while yours held her arms.

She sat on your knees to get closer to you and when she licked your bottom lip you instantly opened your mouth to allow her to deepen the kiss. She knew she couldn't go straight for her goal or you could reject her again, so she had to work you up first.

And judging by your eagerness in reciprocating her kisses and the pull she felt at her shirt- it was working.

Vic bit on your bottom lip before pulling away, enjoying the breathless sigh you let out. "I saw you this morning" she began, playing with the collar of your shirt "when you got back, dirty uniform, messy hair" she trailed off

"And smelly"

"Smoke-y. You smelled like smoke," she corrected "that's not bad"

"that's not bad?" You echoed, confused "you hate the smell of smoke, you didn't even like it when I used to smoke"

Even before getting with Vic, you weren't an avid smoker, and ultimately decided to stop once she refused to kiss you one too many times. Looking back at it, what were you even thinking? Your lungs were already damaged because of your job, no need to add anything to the mix.

"That's different" she interjected again "that was harmful. But this-" her fingers wandered to your name tag, playing with the corners "is heroic. It's hot"

You only rolled your eyes, avoiding pointing out how she did the same every day, and just brought her closer to you by her pants pockets.

You've always preferred the taste of her lips over cigarettes anyway.

The kiss started sweet once again and Vic didn't hesitate to deepen it with her tongue on your lips. Just as you were getting used to the pace she set she pulled back. You opened your mouth to talk but only a quiet gasp came out as you felt kisses on your neck.

She was taking her time now, starting from your jaw all the way to the collar of your shirt. Slow, open mouthed kisses were left all over your skin, while her hands danced over your shoulders and collarbone with the sole purpose of teasing.

When fingers wandered over your stomach you didn't fight them, but when you felt them fiddle with your belt once again your sense of duty - or guilt - seemed to win.

"The door-"

"Already locked it" Vic wasted no time answering "come on, let me congratulate you captain" she breathed, as if she herself were affected by simple kisses and her own actions - and maybe she really was.

You let out a breath that was probably supposed to be a laugh but comes out as a moan as her hand finally slips under your pants, cupping your clothed sex.

She couldn't do much in the position the two of you were in so she got off your lap, settling on her knees in between your legs. The sight alone was enough to feel arousal spread through your entire body, and the smirk Vic threw your way only made it worse.

You hastily lowered your pants and let them fall to your feet,but just as you were about to do the same with your underwear a hand grabbed your wrist gently, moving it to the armrest.

"not yet" Vic whispered against your thigh, her hot breath acting as a phantom touch on your skin. She knew she was risking a lot with all this teasing, you weren't known to be patient and could easily flip her over and make her pay; she had to be careful. Her hands trailed along your legs with the tips of her fingers hiding underneath your underwear. Not enough to give you what you want but enough to keep you wrapped around her finger.

You closed your eyes for a second once her lips touched your inner thigh, leaving wet, soft kisses until her cheek brushed against your underwear. You thought she'd finally want to take it off, instead she just kissed you through it, making your hips lift up.

"Vic I swear to god" you softly groaned, your previous hesitation thrown out the window "if you don't do anything I'll-" but she stopped you

"You'll what? Punish me? I'd love to see it" she teased with a smirk, all too happy with the possibility, her close breath still causing small shivers to run through your lower body. As her finger traced the outline of your very much alerted sex she spoke again "well, nothing much I can do. 'Captain's orders', right?"

At that her hands went to the hem of your underwear and you instantly raised from your seat to help her, letting the fabric pool at your feet.

Next thing you know her lips were on you. Wet. Warm. Her plans of teasing and drag this out were quickly forgotten as she did exactly what she needed to do to make you cum. This was meant to be a reward after all, not a punishment.

And it wan't hard to bring you to the edge, Vic knew your body by heart - as you did hers - lips and tongue moving just the way you liked. Unrelenting. Fast. Your hand went to rest on top of her head, fingers interlacing with her hair, resisting the urge to just take control already and use her mouth how you wanted.

Vic looked up as if that simple gesture was enough to assume your intentions and smirked to herself. Fingers moved from your thigh to your stomach, eliciting little shivers every few seconds, while her other hand reached where her tongue couldn't and started quickening the pace. Your breath itched at that and

your left hand instinctively went to her head, fingers interlacing with her hair to keep her there, while the right layed on the armrest to give you stability as you moved your hips upwards, meeting her mouth with every movement.

Vic smiled as much as she could with her mouth full, spurred on by your actions to do whatever she could to make you come as soon as possible. Your knees started shaking on their own accord and your hand tightened in her hair as you tried to warn her you were coming, but groans and whispers of her name were the only things coming out of your mouth at this point. Thankfully she was able to tell thanks to your body language and was prepared.

And when you finally came she was eager to lap it all up.

Your breath began to calm down as your heart still hammered in your chest, shivers still running up your spine every now and then as Vic's tongue cleaned you up. She stood up on her feet and smiled at you. Half genuine half amused at your expression. She decided to not tease you. Not yet. Her hands went to cup your cheeks as she got closer to you. She would have sat on your lap but preferred to give you time to recover.

"So? How's that for a celebration?" she sweetly whispered, a hint of teasing coming out.

You let out a breath "uh good! yeah pretty great" you answered, as you were talking about a party "we should celebrate more often"

Her hands moved to the collar of your uniform, eyes falling to your name tag "who said it's already over?"

She smirked as she felt your arms around her waist. Vic brought her lips close to your ear, voice dropping to a dangerously low tone.

"Take me to bed captain."

And even if you were technically the captain, you'd do anything she says. No hesitation and no questions asked.

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midnightlizard · 4 days ago

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Victoria Hughes Masterlist

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●Cheers, captain ꕤ

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midnightlizard · 1 month ago

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Hi! Can you write a Yelena story where r is her male best friend who like knows about her life but helps her adjust to the world, and Yelena admits he's a brother-like figure to her and maybe she is protective of him of something?

More than your past

Yelena Belova & male reader

Summary: Natasha asks Yelena to help her with a pressing matter, and she would gladly accept any help she can get, so Yelena decides to bring her ex-assassin best friend with her

Warnings: mentions of violence (normal marvel stuff)

A/N: I added a little bit of contest to the request (and added this other request: "Yelena Belova and r (male) having a sibling bind and r being part of a male version of Red Room and just sibling fluff with a small bit of angst of one of them feeling bad for what they did while under control?")

Word count: 4.2k

The little bell jingled as you and Yelena made your way through the door. The blonde scanned the room with curiosity before heading to an empty booth near the wall.

"What is this place?"

You followed behind, throwing your keys on the table as you sat across from her. "It's a little something I found a couple of years ago while on the road" you tapped your fingers on the table, disregarding the menu in front of you as you knew it by heart "it's open 24/7 so I stop by whenever I'm in the area and in need of food." You looked around the familiar diner, also spotting some regulars, while Yelena's eyes scanned the food choices.

"What are you ordering?"

You shook your head "not telling you"

"What do you suggest then?"

"Everything tastes good"

She paused. "What if I order waffles and the steak?"

"Go on"

"Pizza and milk?"

"Don't puke in my car and you're good"

"And if I order nothing at all?"

"Are you not hungry?"

Yelena threw her head back with a groan, clutching the menu in her hands "you're infuriating". She knew exactly what you were doing and you knew she did. You just didn't care.

Yelena's promise to keep her past a secret from you when you met didn't last very long. The two of you met on accident, and you probably would have never crossed paths again if you hadn't seen something in her; something in the way she acted, how she hesitated on every little thing she did, as if she wasn't used to living. Signs you knew all too well.

You almost felt bad, she was trying so hard to act 'normal' but you could see right through her; so you tried to keep her close while not scaring her away. She was understandably cautios at first, not being rude but keeping you at arm's lenght; it was only when you told her about your past that she started seeing you in a new light. Not the kind acquaintance she sometimes met in the hallway that let to her apartment, but someone who could truly understand what she was going through and could help her.

She hardly said it out loud, but taking the risk and trusting you was probably one of the best -and only- decisions of her life, because now she had someone other than her sister who she could always count on, for the important and the stupid, light stuff.

Except for telling her what to order, apparently. She could insist, only to receive the "you need to decide for yourself" lecture.

She leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed, not willing to let you win. On the contrary, a smirk settled on her face as she caught the waiter coming closer in the corner of her eye.

"Hello" the blonde man made his presence known, his voice bright and kind even so late in the night. His smile turned more genuine as his eyes landed on you.

"You want to go first?" Yelena gestured towards you.

You returned her smirk and never took your eyes off her, handing the man the menu "I'll have the usual, thank you"

You saw Yelena stumble on her words, before settling on waffles. With nothing on top.

"How long until we get there?" Yelena asked after a second of silence, making you look at your watch

"It should take another four hours?" you tried to guess "we should be there by eight"

Your yawn was cut short by a laugh as you heard the blonde in front of you groan, albeit the sound was muffled by the table she was resting - banged - her head on.

"Why are you even complaining? It's not like you did any of the driving" you lightly teased, crossing your arms "and I'm only tagging along as a favor"

And the truth was, you didn't even know what the favor was. A few hours ago Yelena came to your apartment and claimed her sister had asked her to come to the avengers headquarters to help her with something, their shared experience making them the perfect people for the job - at least that's what Natasha said. And hearing how distressed the redheaded sounded over the phone, plus the part about the similar background, she asked if she could bring a friend she was sure would be of help.

Natasha was understandly hesitant at first - or, "she was ecstatic to get more help" as yelena told you - but after reassuring her sister that you had her full trust and that you were able to handle whatever was thrown at you, she reluctantly accepted. She did need all the help she could get for this, after all.

You had never met Natasha, only knew the stories the blonde told about her; and to be honest you didn't really have a passion for being a hero, or helping the world. You were quite content with taking a break from your past life, but this was Yelena, your best friend, she meant more to you than any other person ever did; and whatever she needed help with, you'd help her. No hesitation. No questions asked.

Said woman slowly raised her head from the table to look at you, as if she just realized something "Did you even get any sleep?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

When she came to you asking for help it was around midnight, and since it was kind of urgent, the two of you immediately got into your car and started driving, only stopping now to stretch your legs and eat something. And while Yelena slept all the way here - only waking up when you turned the car off - you never got the chance.

"You know, I can drive. You should rest"

You quickly shook your head "No it's fine, I don't mind driving" it was the truth, kind of.

"Yea but you must be tired" Yelena countered "besides, I slept for hours I can totally-"

She stopped mid sentence when, while raising her arms on the table one of her hands brushed against your car keys, and you instantly took them from the table. A surprised expression on both of your faces.

"Wait, you don't want me to drive!" the blonde slightly raised her voice "you don't think I can drive" she accused with an air of finality.

"Not at all!" you tried to lie, but you knew you had just been caught "I do think you can drive...a motorcycle" you smiled tentatively but kept on talking before Yelena could stop you "I'd trust you with my baby boy anytime" you admitted sincerely, referring to the motorcycle you left at home "but with my baby girl? not a chance in hell"

Yelena audibly gasped and raised from her seat, probably to punch your shoulder, but stopped herself when the server approached the two of you with your meals. She sat down once again almost embarrassed, but her hard gaze never left.

"Fine, have it your way" she eventually spat out, although it didn't come from a place of real anger, it sounded more like a challenge "but don't come crying to me when you'll crash your car because you fell asleep while driving"

"Wasn't planning on it" you return her smirk, seeing right through her facade. You made a point of opening the energy drink you ordered with your meal, letting the gas in the little can erupt loudly once you lifted the tab.

As you got lost into your food you had yet to notice how the blonde hadn't had a single bite of her waffles, her eyes fixated on you with a thoughtful expression.

"You don't like waffles, do you?" you startled her, you could tell. Despite looking at your face she didn't register your eyes meeting hers until you spoke up. Her train of thoughts stopped as her head lowered to the food in front of her. Her waffles sat untouched on her plate as her hand played with the fork. She hadn't really thought about them, and you could tell that too. But you didn't change the question, as the desired task of getting her attention had been achieved.

"I didn't tell her about you, you know?" Yelena tried voicing her thoughts, but only later realized her words came out wrong "I mean- Natasha knows you're coming" her accent coming out stronger as she pronounced her sister's name "but she doesn't know.. about your past"

Your own fork touched the plate as you stopped eating "oh"

"Yea, I figured she didn't need to know" a silent meaning, an unspoken display of trust 'I won't tell her if you don't'

Your shoulders relaxed and you offered her a soft smile "Probably not" 'thank you'

You suddenly reached for her plate, and switched it with your own.

"Now eat, or we'll never get there"

She blinked twice at your actions, as if she just got out of her head "but you just stole my food! And left me with only half of yours" she crossed her arms, the playful edge in her tone making a comeback even through the fake pout.

"exactly" you replied with a mouthful of her waffles, shamelessly munching on them "next time order something you actually like"

Despite her previous protests, she took a bite of your food and soon found herself devouring it, only partially because she was hungry. Mostly because your own order was made with Yelena's tastes in mind, whether you were conscious of it or not.

Soon after eating you got up to pay the bill as Yelena got out of the diner to wait for you by your car. She tried persuading you to let her drive once again, but you just stuck out your tongue, and got into the driver's seat.

The rest of the drive was fairly easy, apart from a couple of yawns that unwillingly escaped your mouth you didn't feel the need to stop to rest or ask Yelena to get behind the wheel. And thank god for that, because she hasn't woken up once since you started driving again, something you found endearing.

You knew trust wasn't easy to obtain with people like her - distrust was the reason it took the two of you so long to finally talk like normal people - and seeing her normally hard features soften as she kept her eyes closed made your heart flutter. Not in the romantic way, kinda the opposite in fact. Knowing she felt so comfortable around you, and that it mirrored how you felt around her always brought you a sense of familiarity. A sense of belonging you've never felt with anyone else before.

Thanks to the late hour there were not many cars around which made it a lot faster, making you arrive almost a whole hour earlier than estimated.

As your car neared the huge tower situated in the middle of new york you tapped Yelena's thigh and saw her stir beside you. "we're here" you spoke softly, in case she was still half asleep "you go meet your sister, I'll park the car"

She threw a nod your way and got out of the car; you saw her quickly disappearing behind the big doors as you re- started your car.

It didn't take long for you to find a space big enough for your car -well, you should have expected it, seeing as this place probably had to accommodate for alien ships or who knows what else - but you still decided to stall, give the sisters time to catch up.

You took a look around the place, grass so green it looked embraced by a spell - probably just a good gardener - and expensive cars parked all around - Tony Stark's cars for sure. But apart from those, there weren't that many cars, or any sign of life for that matter, which meant Natasha was probably the only one in the tower at the moment, or, everyone was there waiting for you and Yelena, and the thought almost made a shiver run up your spine.

You weren't scared of them per se, and even though you had nothing to be ashamed of, you weren't too thrilled to meet the great heroes either.

A yawn escaped your mouth, successfully interrupting your thoughts. You threw your head back and closed your eyes; but just as you were about to entertain the idea of resting for a couple of minutes, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You fished it out and unlocked it, your eyes ignored all the useless notifications and email, until you caught Yelena's name on the screen. Texting you the floor she was on.

Stretching your arms and yawning one last time, you got out of the car. You picked up the bags you and Yelena prepared with such a short notice, and, after making you sure you locked the car, headed towards the tower.

You took the elevator so it didn't take long to get to the right floor. As the automatic doors opened you set the bags on the floor - you'll get to them later - and you were quickly entranced by the place. You thought maybe the lobby had been over the top to make a good first impression, but no. Looking at the marble counter and marble floor, with paintings so big that looked straight out of an art gallery and a space so open it could only belong to a five star hotel you came to the conclusion that this place was just that fancy. But then again, if Tony Stark had any say in how this place was built and decorated, you shouldn't be so surprised.

"Yelena?" you called out, wandering the long hallways. No response came back and you thought they may have started the meeting without you.

But as you reached the end of the hallway, you realized the only room with light coming out of it was utterly silent. Which - for some reason - made an uneasy feeling settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Yelena?" you repeated, this time softer, eyes encountering blonde hair.

At that, two heads snapped in your directions, two pair of eyes meeting yours.

A familiar shade of green, a shade you knew all too well. You could see every emotion swirling in them. The soft gaze of uncertainty, almost scared, blonde eyebrows arched in a warning she couldn't put into words.

Then, an unfamiliar shade of green, darker shade, one you had never seen before. Hard gaze, sharp, focused, light brown eyebrows furrowed in accusations you don't think you could defend yourself from.

Words hung in the thick air, with none of them daring to pronounce them, effectively pushing you further down a sea of confusion and unease.

You then raised your head to look at the big screen in the middle of the room once Natasha's eyes drifted to it one too many times.

A bunch of photos spread all over the white space, photos taken from afar, from behind bushes or from the sky.

You knew some of the people in the pictures, people you worked with, people you used to share your 'home' with.

And if you couldn't name them, you could definitely recognize their uniform, a dark green material that covered their entire body except for their faces, belt full of ammo and small drops of poisons should one ever need them, knives attached to both thighs and black leather boots that made the wearer extra quiet when sneaking up on someone.

The only sign of individuality - that indicated usefulness more than actual individuality - was the different weapons they all held, assigned for a specific goal in mind.

A uniform you knew all too well, one you spent years wearing, and will spend many more years regretting.

And as if fate wanted to forcefully remind you of your past your eyes landed on the upper right corner of the screen, a picture of you in the same uniform, talking to one of your 'colleagues', one hand on his shoulder and the other holding a rifle.

You couldn't remember that specific mission - not that you ever could - but there was no denying that that was you, or that you killed someone before or after this picture was taken.

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem. Yelena knew everything and a simple picture wouldn't change how she viewed you.

Natasha, on the other hand..

"Why is he here, Yelena? Is he the one that's supposed to help us?" Natasha's tone was calculated, she knew better than to let feelings take over, voice full of venom with every word, guard high and fists clenched, and you couldn't really blame her. The enemy she was planning to fight was suddenly in her living room.

But when you saw her take a step in front of her sister like she wanted to protect her- like you could hurt Yelena, your heart broke a little.

"Natasha" you and Yelena spoke at the same time, and even though the redhead hasn't moved her head from your face, with a slow nod you motioned for Yelena to go first. She definitely had a better shot at defusing the situation, while you wondered if you should raise your hands or a sudden movement would scare Natasha even more.

But when Yelena opened her mouth again, her words were for you.

"Can you leave us alone?"

You saw Natasha's eye twitch at Yelena's words, probably not trusting you to be in another room alone, but since she didn't verbally object you gave another nod; and making sure the redhead could see your every move, you slowly turned around and left the room.

As soon as the door closed behind you Yelena let out a relieved sigh, knowing you were temporarily out of danger.

But her breath got caught in her throat once again as her sister swiftly turned around to face her.

"What is this about Yelena? Why are you with him?" the avenger seemed less tense now that the threat wasn't in the room, but irritation and confusion were clear as day on her face.

The blonde raised her hands at her waist, as if wanting to calm the other down- before she could get angry herself "Natasha, he quit. Years ago"

Natasha lightly shook her head in disbelief, walking around the room "And you believe him?"

The answer was immediate.

"I do. Yes."

She took a step closer to the center of the room, her body hiding some of the pictures on the wall from her sister's view.

"Are you planning to take down the organization he was part of? Then he's not the enemy, he's an ally"

"Oh come on, do you hear yourself?" Natasha's hands slammed on the table, facing the blonde once again "He stole for them, tortured people, killed people for them and who knows what else" every accusation was backed up by evidence, a witness, pictures, she knew what she was talking about. Thereby she knew how dangerous you were.

Yelena blinked twice and stayed silent for a second. Not because this was new information - you told her some of the things they made you do - but because she couldn't believe the person she shared a past with, was thinking like that.

"Okay, then I'm the enemy too. I did all those things for Dreykov too"

But Natasha only scoffed "It's different, Yelena" she raised her voice as she pronounced her name, as if wanting to shake her from a trance she was in "We were controlled"

"What if he was too?"

"I highly doubt it" Natasha crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the table "Dreykov was too proud of his formula to just give it away, even to a business partner. Besides, if he was really controlled like you say he was, then how did he escape? Did he tell you that?"

Yelena remained silent again, and this time because she genuinely didn't know what to say. She didn't know the specifics, you only ever told her the basics; and it would have been hypocritical of her to ask you to share when she herself wasn't willing to do the same, so she never did.

"You don't get to talk about him like that. Like he's the enemy"

But even if she didn't know everything, she knew you, she knew how much you regret your past and how hard you're trying to change your ways.

And she would not stay silent while her sister murdered your image.

"Listen" when Yelena spoke again her voice was as calm as she could master it "I trust him, with my life" she licked her lips "you don't want to trust him? Fine, trust me" she put a hand on her chest "Weren't you hoping for someone to believe in you when you got out? Well I believe in him, like he did for me"

Silence stretched out between them, as Yelena's sure and hopeful gaze met Natasha's conflicted one.

And once the older sighed, Yelena knew she had won this.

"I trust you. But if he does one false move-"

"He won't" Yelena reassured her, sure of herself.

A soon as the sisters made up, Yelena decided to look for you so the two of you could finally settle in (Natasha had prepared two guest rooms in her apartment at the tower since she knew Yelena wasn't alone, and now that she learned about you there was no way she'd let you sleep in the same room as her little sister)

She came across a slight opened door and could hear footsteps coming out of it. She stopped in her tracks to knock on it and called out your name, but received no response.

Once she tried again, with the same results, she decided to just enter the room. The sight that welcomed her wasn't a happy one, and unfortunately, it wasn't new either.

She called your name once more, trying to stop your pacing around the room and your incessant murmurs.

"So she knows everything? How did she even find those pictures? I'll never escape it"

Yelena opened her mouth at your questions but could only sigh. Putting one hand on your arm she gestured with the other to the bed in the corner of the room "come on, let's sit down."

Natasha's tone and those pictures really shook you up, Yelena could tell. She could feel the exhaustion of a sleepless night radiating off you.

She tentatively moved her hand on your shoulder, moving her thumb over the fabric of your shirt - a comfort she first experienced thanks to you.

"You escaped, you did it"

You shook your head, burying it in your hands.

"I still did all those things Yelena, all those people that I-" you stopped yourself, seeing yourself in that uniform after all this time almost brought you to tears "It was all my fault" you murmured

Yelena prided herself on not being an overly emotional person, but all it took was your shaky voice and she felt all her strength crumbling to the ground.

She had never seen you like this, you were usually the one comforting her when her insecurities caught up to her, and even if it were the other way around you were usually able to keep your tears in check.

But maybe the fear of your past resurfacing was worse than the simple regret of it.

She sighed to herself, but it came out shaky.

"Thinking about the past doesn't do anything but bring you down. Acknowledge it, learn from it so it never repeats and move on" a smile formed on Yelena's face as she echoed your own words back to you.

She secretly thought you looked so cool - and a little exhibitionist - the first time you said it to her, casually leaning against the door of her apartment after she confessed she didn't think she could ever be someone apart from the killing machine they raised her to be.

She was almost surprised she was able to remember every word.

You finally looked at her. It would take some time before you could really live by those words - despite you uttering them for the first time - but wanting to believe them could be a start. "thank you" you murmured reciprocating her smile, and bumped your forehead against hers with your eyes closed, breathing in the comforting touch.

Before any of you could break the 'overly-dramatic' moment with a light joke a knock sounded on the door.

"There you are" Natasha spoke, noticing the two of you getting away from each other's faces- the questioning gaze in her eyes visible only to trained people like you and Yelena. "I ordered something to eat. And then we'll talk."

Without waiting for a response she went away, probably back into the living room. You turned to look at the blonde with your mouth agape, not really sure how to say what you wanted to say.

"I was able to calm her down but she's gonna be hard to talk to" she voiced your thoughts.

She got up from the bed, already heading towards the exit.

"Especially for you, she doesn't like strangers with dark pasts" she joked, knowing the sad moment evaporated and you would take it lightly.

"Reassuring" you playfully rolled your eyes.

"I wasn't trying to be" she shrugged her shoulders and got out just in time to miss you flipping her off.

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General Masterlist

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Yelena Belova Masterlist

● More than your past

Mcu Masterlist - General Masterlist

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

#free gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine

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Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza

Note: Vetted by:

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List]

2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .

I contemplate the happy faces of people around me here in Ireland and reminisce about the happy normal life my family and I had before the war. A life that turned into a distant memory for us and was replaced by an unending series of horrible nightmares.

Unlike my family in Gaza, people here have access to drinking water, all types of food, electricity, and a roof over their heads. Above all, they are safe, and I cannot help but wonder if they genuinely do appreciate these blessings in their lives enough.

People seem relaxed and laughing wholeheartedly around me in Ireland. I wish I could laugh too, but I am crushed way beyond recovery on the inside. I was evacuated by my Irish college after five months of living the horrors of war in Gaza. I hope you will never know what it feels like to live in constant fear and worry and be horrified by the most sickening and scary nightmares every single night while you are far away from your family in such circumstances.

When did my people in Gaza cease to be human beings worthy and deserving of a normal life? Has it become normal now for my family in Gaza to be starved and killed while the whole world is watching the genocide? If that is the case, then you will have to excuse me if I seek every avenue to bring them to Ireland and start a new normal life like all people here around me.

I was assured by the Irish Reugee Council (IRC) and lawyers in Ireland that there is hope I can reunite with my family in Ireland. In difficult times, it is hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. For me and my family, you are literally our light and hope for a better life.

SOS!

Please donate, reblog and share.

Tagging for reach <3

Please consider boosting my campaign.

@fancysmudges @brokenbackmountain @mothblossoms

@aleciosun @fluoresensitive @khizuo @lesbiandardevil

@transmutationisms @schoolhater @timogsilangan @appsa

@buttercuparry @sayruq @malcriada @palestinegenocide

@sar-soor @akajustmerry @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @feluka

@tortiefrancis @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @visenyasdragon

@belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @kordeliiius @brutaliakhoa

@raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @theropoda @tamarrud

@4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates2

@skatezophrenic @awetistic-things @camgirlpanopticon @baby-girl-aaron-dessner

@nabulsi @sygol @junglejim4322 @chososhairbuns

@palistani @dlxxv-vetted-donations @illuminated-runas

@imjustheretotrytohelp @stil-lindigo @soon-palestine

@communistchilchuck @irhabiya @sar-soor @ibtisams

@rebecca-levin-art @ana-bananya @vakarians-babe

@mangocheesecakes @rednines @elderling

@sour-soda @stiltonbasket @hello-kitty-milkshake @butchmartyr

@laurellament @saltyfinalboss @dirtangeldean @lesbianslasherfilm

@teethands @miwtual @beserkerjewel @el-shab-hussein

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@heritageposts @gazavetters @neechees @butchniqabi @khanger

@autisticmudkip @beserkerjewel @furiousfinnstan @xinakwans

@stopmotionguy @willgrahamscock @strangeauthor @bryoria

@shesnake @legallybrunettedotcom @lautakwah @sovietunion

@7bitter @toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded

#vetted #free gaza #gaza genocide #save palestine #almost there!

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Traumatized in Ireland While my Family is Facing Death and Starvation in Gaza

Note: Vetted by:

1. @el-shab-hussein and @nabulsi # 151 on the spreadsheet of Vetted Gaza Fundraisers List]

2. @riding-with-the-wild-hunt Here .

SOS!

Please donate, reblog and share.

Tagging for reach <3

Please consider boosting my campaign.

@fancysmudges @brokenbackmountain @mothblossoms

@aleciosun @fluoresensitive @khizuo @lesbiandardevil

@transmutationisms @schoolhater @timogsilangan @appsa

@buttercuparry @sayruq @malcriada @palestinegenocide

@sar-soor @akajustmerry @annoyingloudmicrowavecultist @feluka

@tortiefrancis @flower-tea-fairies @tsaricides @visenyasdragon

@belleandsaintsebastian @ear-motif @kordeliiius @brutaliakhoa

@raelyn-dreams @troythecatfish @theropoda @tamarrud

@4ft10tvlandfangirl @queerstudiesnatural @northgazaupdates2

@skatezophrenic @awetistic-things @camgirlpanopticon @baby-girl-aaron-dessner

@nabulsi @sygol @junglejim4322 @chososhairbuns

@palistani @dlxxv-vetted-donations @illuminated-runas

@imjustheretotrytohelp @stil-lindigo @soon-palestine

@communistchilchuck @irhabiya @sar-soor @ibtisams

@rebecca-levin-art @ana-bananya @vakarians-babe

@mangocheesecakes @rednines @elderling

@sour-soda @stiltonbasket @hello-kitty-milkshake @butchmartyr

@laurellament @saltyfinalboss @dirtangeldean @lesbianslasherfilm

@teethands @miwtual @beserkerjewel @el-shab-hussein

@thedragonagelesbian @the-eldritch-it-gay @mazzikah

@mahoushojoe @deepspaceboytoy @rhubarbspring @pcktknife

@heritageposts @gazavetters @neechees @butchniqabi @khanger

@autisticmudkip @beserkerjewel @furiousfinnstan @xinakwans

@stopmotionguy @willgrahamscock @strangeauthor @bryoria

@shesnake @legallybrunettedotcom @lautakwah @sovietunion

@7bitter @toiletpotato @fromjannah @omegaversereloaded

#vetted #free gaza #gaza genocide #save palestine #almost there!

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From Under the Rubble... I Write My Story 🌿

I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

I write to you today not to cry, but to ask for hope. 🌱

I ask you to be a small light in this vast darkness,

To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

Your donation will give my siblings a chance to sleep safely,

It will provide us with food, shelter, and maybe even a new beginning. 💖

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #586 )✅️

Any amount, no matter how small, is big for us

It’s a prayer, it’s love, it’s life. 🌟

In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

You are the proof that goodness does not die, and that humanity has no boundaries. 💚

#gaza #free gaza #free palestine

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🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

That’s why I keep going.

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

#free palestine #free gaza #donate if you can #or share

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🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

#free palestine #gaza genocide #free gaza

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

Vetted by @gazavetters

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What Strength Really Means 💪

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

✅️ Vetted by @gazavetters {537} ✅️

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♕ Headcanons | Lena Luthor ♕

Pairing: Lena Luthor x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Just a bunch of headcanons :)

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˚✧ Lena might act like an extrovert in public and at work but she’s really more of an introvert and enjoys to spend her free time curled up on the couch next to you with a book in her hand.

˚✧ She’s exceptional at almost everything. Almost everything because she can’t accept a compliment for the life of her. Years of torment and abuse from Lillian and Lex have rendered her incapable of seeing herself the way you see her, so you make it your mission to tell her how extraordinary she is and how much you love her every day.

˚✧ She hates salmon and will even go so far as to not kiss you for a while after you’ve eaten some.

˚✧ She would never admit it, but she absolutely melts every time you refer to her as your baby.

˚✧ When the two of you started dating, she was hesitant to touch you. She’s would touch your cheeks while kissing, only to retract her hands again a split second later as though she’s afraid of overstepping some kind of boundary.

“You can touch me,” you said the second time it happened.

Lena’s eyes widened slightly and when she didn’t move, you grabbed her hands with your own and put them on your face, holding them in place.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so—“

“I’m sure.” You smiled and pecked her lips until she started to kiss back.

˚✧ As soon as you get engaged, you’re her plus one at every gala or event. She’ll introduce you to hundreds of people with her hand on your chest to show off her ring.

˚✧ Seeing you in your gym clothes after working out makes her go absolutely feral and you can almost always count on her joining you in the shower whenever you get home after the gym.

˚✧ She likes being held by you when she sleeps. She likes how warm you are against her back or how soft the fabric of your shirt is against her cheek when she’s laying on top of you with her head on your chest.

˚✧ You’re a decent chess player, but Lena is better. She won’t rub your nose in it though and she even lets you win sometimes.

˚✧ She isn’t a big fan of PDA. She doesn’t mind holding your hand, or getting a kiss on her cheek, but anything more than that is reserved for behind closed doors.

˚✧ When it comes to your love life, she usually prefers to keep it slow and intimate. Other times though (like when you get back from the gym) she likes it more rough and dirty.

˚✧ She loves, loves, loves marking you whether it’s with her teeth, or her nails. After a long night with you, you’ll wake up in the morning to find her tracing the marks she left on you with her eyes.

˚✧ She’s not bothered when someone flirts with you because she knows she’s got you wrapped around her finger.

˚✧ The fact that she’s rich doesn’t stop you from picking up the check almost every time. Neither does it stop you from paying for your shared apartment’s utilities, and Lena can’t help but love you even more for it.

˚✧ When you’re not home, Lena will cuddle with your pillow and breathe in your lingering scent on the sheets. She hates it when you’re gone and will cling to you for at least a day as soon as you get back (you don’t mind it at all).

˚✧ She likes neck kisses.

˚✧ You’re the only person she doesn’t mind crying in front of. Quite the opposite actually. She’s glad you’re there when she’s upset and she delights in the way you hold her and kiss her temple until she’s feeling better.

˚✧ She’d never admit it, but she likes pampering you when you get home after a particularly long day at the office. She likes how you’ll collapse on top of her on the couch and will run her fingers through your hair while you listen to her heartbeat.

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This was short and sweet. I hope you guys liked it :)

#super cute #al's bookmark

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midnightlizard · 3 months ago

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Granted wish

Kara Danvers x gn!reader

Summary: You have an obsession with Kara's thighs, you're looking at them and touching them whenever possible. So she decides to give you what you desire the most

Warnings: (+18), bottom! Kara, top! reader, grinding, thigh riding, fingering, praise kink, face sitting

Word count: 4.2K

A/N: I wrote this like a year ago and just realized I forgot to post it

You love your girlfriend, you love everything about her.

You love Kara Danvers, the way she has a jumper and a blouse for every existing color, the passion she puts into writing every single story not matter how insignificant it may look to everyone else.

You love Supergirl, how she throws herself straight into danger to protect anyone and how she's not intimidated by anyone.

And of course, you love her body. From her soft long hair to her sweet lips that always taste like sugar; from her warm hands that intertwine perfectly with yours to those big blue eyes that always have your attention.

But if anyone ever asked you, your favorite part about your girlfriend are probably her thighs.

The skin is so soft yet literally impenetrable, and they're so deliciously full to the touch. The knowledge that she could potentially strangle you with those just added to their beauty.

- - - -

"Have you seen my cape?" Kara asked as she paced around the small apartment, the red cloth the only thing missing from her suit.

You were sitting at the kitchen counter, preparing breakfast for the two of you, or just for you now, noticing the way she was dressed.

"Lost your cape?" you repeated, but to be honest you were only half listening. She was starting to lose her patience, looking under the couch and under every surface, the movement bringing up her skirt every single time, revealing way more than you were able to see when your vision was blocked by that annoying red wall.

"Y/N!" she yelled and crossed her arms, well aware your gaze was way lower than it should.

"I don't know, check out on the balcony, last time you wore it was raining so maybe you left there" you shrugged, taking a bite out of your toast.

You enjoyed the view as she walked away.

- - - -

"if anyone has any questions, now it's time to ask them"

No one raised their hand at John's warning, and he went on with the briefing.

A couple of new agents had been caught doing 'inappropriate behaviours' as the captain described it, during a mission, so now he and Alex had requested a meeting to remind everyone the importance of this job and how a simple error could cost a lot blah blah blah.

You knew that you, and Kara for that matter, were just here so people would take this more seriously, but that didn't mean this wasn't the most boring and unnecessarily long meeting you have ever attended.

Leaning back in your chair, your gaze fell on your girlfriend seated next to you, so focused on listening to whatever her sister was saying.

You lowered your head to try and hide a big yawn, your eyes following Kara's body, finding her legs crossed under the table. The skirt folded on itself a little, and the position squished them together, making them look even bigger.

Approaching the table you got even closer to the super, so that your knee was touching hers, and put your hand on her thigh.

Kara threw a glance at your hand, then at your eyes, that were now intent on looking forward. The table made it possible so that no one was able to see what was happening underneath, so she let it go. If that got you to stop yawning and begging her to just go away then she'd allow it.

But as you started to slowly rub your thumb on her skin, she started thinking that maybe sneaking away wasn't such a bad idea.

- - - -

You woke up to the feeling of warm covers being roughly ripped from your body, making you groan out loud.

"it's the third time I tell you to wake up Y/N, I don't want to be late"

You hid your face in the pillow, trying to drown out the light. But the pillow too, was ripped away from your hold.

"come on, what do you want to get up?" You opened one eye to find Kara kneeling in front of your face, pillow still in hand, and an annoyed expression on her face.

From the proximity of your bodies, all you needed to do was stretch your neck and you could kiss her exposed legs.

So you did.

When you opened your eyes her expression had turned from annoyed to surprised, blush on her cheeks.

So you kissed it again, and again, slowly reaching the hem of her shorts. When you felt a hand through your hair you knew you had won.

You were indeed very late to brunch with Alex and Maggie that day.

- - - -

"how was patrol sweetie?" you didn't need to raise your head from your spot on the couch, the wind suddenly hitting your body was enough of a comfirmation that Kara was here "you're back early"

"yea it was just a couple of kids acting carelessly, nothing big" Kara shrugged, closing the window she flew in behind her "how's work?"

now it was your time to shrug, your eyes still had to land on your girlfriend, busy looking at the computer on your lap "good, shouldn't take long to finish"

"oh so you can finish later?" you missed the way her eyes shone for a second

"yea but I'd rather be done with it now that I'm focused" There is no response from the blonde, so you raise your head to look at her. "do you need something?"

You noticed how she was still standing near the window with her hands behind her back, slightly swaying side to side.

"I just thought we could spend some time together, we've been so busy lately" her sweet tone was matched by your smile, before you lowered your head back to your work.

"give me half an hour baby, you can shower in the meantime" you offered, and faintly heard the sound of her heels tapping the ground, and assumed she was headed to the bathroom.

But then she spoke again, and her voice was louder than before.

"mhh I don't think I want to wait tho"

Blonde hair blocked your vision, and your lap felt empty for a second, until there was a lot more weight on top of it.

"I want to be with you now" your laptop was now on the coffee table, while Kara sat on your lap with her legs on either side of yours. She chuckled at your surprised expression but you recovered soon enough, rubbing the soft skin of her thighs with your thumbs.

You still hadn't caugth on her intentions, so when she leaned closer and started kissing you, you just let her. You'd never reject her lips, the soft texture always welcome on your mouth and on other parts of your body, and the sweet taste always appreciated on your tongue. The hands that were previously on your shoulders made their way down to rest on your chest, slowly pushing you back to lean on the back of the couch.

Kara smiled when you had to part your lips in surprise to the feeling of her lightly grinding into your lap.

But she didn't stop.

Instead, she sat down directly on yout hips so her chest was pressing against yours, and you were able to feel every little movement. Your hands went to grip her waist, your work long forgotten on her coffe table as your eyes carefully opened to look at her blue ones, a couple shades darker than usual, definitely not because of the lack of lightning.

"what, what are you doing?"

Sex was nothing new in your relationship, of course, but Kara was never one to initiate it so...blatantly. There was usually much more foreplay.

She straightened her position, and smiled at you so innocently you thought you were going to melt. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side as her hand went to cup your cheek.

"I told you I wanted to be with you"

Kara's skin was never cold, but she could feel a stark difference in your temperature, your whole body on fire. And when she guided your hands back on her thighs and squeezed, it only got worse. She definetly knew what she was doing.

At that, you quickly reconnected your lips with much more fervor than before. Kara gratefully accepted your pace and gripped the back on your neck, careful not hurt you.

She let out a surprised moan when your fingertips brushed under her skirt, and you used it as an opportunity to slip your tongue past her lips.

As you took complete control over the kiss, she felt any trace of confidence crumble away, her plan of teasing you about your obsession being swiftly replaced by thoughts of your hands and mouth on her, only needing to be touched.

Only needing to be satisfied.

You moved your head down to connect your mouth to her jaw, blonde hair tickling the bridge of your nose. Her skin was way too hard for you to even think about leaving hickeys, but that never stopped you from trying.

You bit down hard on the juncture between her neck and her shoulder and she let out a loud mewl, arching her back in hope to bring you even closer. The only thing it did tho, was make her covered clit brush harder against your pants.

You felt her frantically tapping your shoulder, a thing she always did when she wanted your attention but couldn't bring herself to form words.

"What do you need, pretty girl?" you whispered close to her earlobe, your breath hitting her skin, and Kara swore she could have cum right there and then.

"My- my shirt. Take my shirt off, please" she gathered after a while, not even caring how high-pitched her voice sounded when you did as she asked.

The chilly air of the apartment instantly hit her skin, but she couldn't have felt more on fire with how your gaze was fixated on her now half exposed body. She used to feel insecure about you silently looking at her, but she soon learnt how to recognize your blown pupils and how your heart always seemed to beat twice as fast every time she took any piece of clothing off her body.

No matter how many times you saw your girlfriend in this position, it never failed to lit your core on fire. Her cheeks were as red as her cape and lips were puffy from the constant kissing. Her breath came in shorts pants making her chest rise and fall quickly, and your eyes inevitably fell on her perfect breasts.

Unable to resist another second sitting so far from her, you grip the hem of her skirt to bring her back to you, and your lips were once again just inches away when you whispered to her. "you're so beautiful my love, why don't you go back to what you were doing, mh?"

You smiled up at her and enjoyed the way her eyes almost fluttered close.

"Y/N" she moaned out loud when the hand gripping her waist pushed her clothed sex on the hard seam of your jeans, making her hold your shirt tightly in her grasp.

"Come on baby" you urged her "make yourself feel good on my lap" You gave a couple more guided thrusts, until she closed her eyes shut, and started rocking back and forth on her own, kicking her boots off in the process.

You returned your attention back on her neck and collarbone, leaving bites that were sure to draw blood on any human. You made sure to soothe the skin after with open mouthed kisses, reaching every possible inch of her skin. Kara leaned her head to the side with a soft whimper, offering you more space.

Using her knees, Kara started applying more pressure on your covered crotch, making you groan in surprise. "fuck Kara"

That really seemed to spur your girlfriend on, making her grind faster on your lap, moaning with every thrust. The grip on your shoulders tightened and you swore you heard the fabric shredding, but you wouldn't even be surprised. It wouldn't be the first time Kara ripped one of your shirts while her head was clouded by pleasure.

She was brought right back to the moment when your hands traveled up to unclasp her bra, and threw it across the room.

You could tease her even more, kissing between the valley of her breasts, avoiding where she needed you the most, but with the way she was rutting against your lap, so desperate to get you both off, you couldn't deny her.

Your lips went instantly to her nipple, circling it with your tongue while your hand palmed her other breast.

"I'm, fuck- so close" she panted, struggling to get a single sentence out.

She soon started whining desperately when she couldn't find it in herself to keep her movements steady, tapping her hand on your shoulder once again, hoping you would get the hint.

Needless to say, you instantly understood.

You brought your hands on her ass to take over her moves and Kara moaned in relief, as she could now focus entirely on chasing her climax.

You used your grip on her to bring her even closer and returned your lips on her neck, making her shiver.

"please Y/N- I'm so-" Kara bit her bottom lip to refrain even louder moans to come out of her mouth, closing her eyes shut. Her arms circled your shoulders while her forehead went to rest on top of your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

You stopped the ministrations on her skin for a moment to whisper in her hear "you're doing so good baby" you cleared your throat, the pleasure affecting your voice "I'm almost close, wait for me"

She let out a little whine at your words, you couldn't hold her so tightly, with your hips bucking wildly into her, your lips burning every inch of her skin, and just except her to wait.

But she wanted to be good for you, she wanted to make you proud, so she lowered her head back on your shoulder and stopped her whining, biting your shirt as a distraction from her impending orgasm. Her hips stuttered on instinct as your hand grazed over her stomach, applying pressure.

Thankfully, she didn't have to wait much longer, a couple more thrusts was all it took you to breathe out "you can let go now baby, I know you want to"

Kara's body would have stilled if it weren't for your hands still guiding her hips, finally allowing to let the climax take over her. You could feel her shaking in your hold as wave after wave of aftershock ran through her.

You slowly stopped moving your hands, and once your own breathing returned to normal you looked at your girlfriend, who was still hiding in the crook of your neck. You hid a chuckle at the state she was in "are you okay baby?"

The blonde weakly nodded, her breath tickling your neck. "mhmh"

Using your free hand to remove her hair from her shoulder you started peppering her skin with light kisses.

"oh Y/N" Kara whispered. She gently held your head in her arms, running a hand through your hair. Just as she started breathing normally again she felt your hands on her thighs for the hundredth time tonight, your fingertips sliding under the hem of her underwear on her sides.

She tried to protest, she really did. Her heart was beating so loud right under your lips Kara was sure you could hear it; but when your teeth nibbled on the skin of her collarbone she felt herself rocking on your lap once again.

You moved your hand up to her chin to make her look at you, after leaving a sweet kiss on her cheek. "why don't you sit on my face, mh?"

"what?" she breathed out, her cheeks threatening to get even redder. Her chest heaved up and down as she looked at the smirk adorning your face.

You changed position on the couch, so you could now lay on it, and, gripping the back of her thighs, you brought her down with you. She kept one hand on your chest, while the other prevented her from putting her entire body weight on you.

It was something the two of you never tried together and something Kara had never done before. And while she never claimed it was a hard no, the topic has only come up in jokes, never like this and so openly.

Kara still hasn't said anything and you started thinking that maybe you went overboard, and wanted to apologize; but then her lips lowered to meet yours in a slow kiss, and you made sure to let her have control of this one.

When the kiss ended, your noses were still brushing against each other's.

"are you sure?" Kara tried to find any trace of uncertainty in your eyes, but she could only see fondness, and a hint of amusement.

"you're asking me? I should be asking you" you chuckled.

Kara smiled at you and bit her lip. After a second, she slightly nodded and got up from the couch.

You watched as she removed the last pieces of clothing almost timidly. And while you were intent on admiring the legs that were finally free from the red skirt, you didn't notice the shirt that was previously lying on the floor, quite literally flying in your direction.

"stop staring at me like that!" she accused, going into her Supergirl persona "and take your clothes off too, it's not fair I'm the only one naked" and despite her quivering tone, you could tell she was comfortable.

You laughed at her words, and by the time you took your shirt off, - which had definitely been shredded - Kara was on your lap again, and her lips were on yours. She could finally feel your skin, without the obstruction of your clothes.

You slipped your hands around her waist once again to make her grind into you, and she moaned into your mouth, the now bare clit making her even more sensitive.

Keeping one hand on her waist, you soon brought her down on the couch again with you, never leaving her lips.

After a few more guided thrusts against your lap, and a few more of her moans swallowed by your lips, she sat up and looked at you.

Your hair was disheveled due to her constant gripping, your lips were glistening from the kissing, and your cheeks were flushed. But Kara was entranced by the pounding of your heart; so loud in her ears Kara was sure she could hear it even without her powers. Heartbeat that almost made her fear for your well being, had she not been looking at you. So calm in her hold yet so excited to kiss her again and again. And so eager to please her.

Her gaze flicked between your eyes, before a smile formed on her lips.

She left one last kiss on your nose and moved her hips up your body as her thighs went on either side of your face, giving you a full view of her folds. But you knew she was still holding back. "is this okay? or is it too much weight? should I get up?"

Instead of answering, you started peppering the intern of her thighs with kisses, as you arms went to circle them to try and bring her closer.

She chuckled lowly "I knew you had a thing for my legs" She teased fondly, moving some of your hair from your eyes.

"I love every part of you" you stated matter of factly, and you heart didn't skip a bit like it does when you lie "but I do enjoy looking at your legs" you confess, not giving her the full victory. "and touching them"

Your grip on her thighs tightened, the action spreading them even more, getting you closer to her cunt.

"and I definitely enjoy kissing them, too" you nibbled on the skin there, really close to her center, making her grind into the air.

She was starting to regret not putting all of her weight.

"Y/N..don't tease now" she tried to order, but when your tongue made contact with her skin, the last words came in the shape of a whine.

After leaving another phantom hickey on the inside of her thigh, you flattened your tongue on her folds, tasting what was left of her first orgasm.

Her hips twitched with every feel of your tongue, as her whines became more constant and desperate. One of her hands went to grip the edge of the couch to keep herself from falling over.

Your neck was starting to ache from the stretching position it was in, and you weren't enjoying Kara to the fullest, so the hands on her thighs moved to her hips, bringing her down onto your face, making her squeal out of surprise.

The new closeness allowed you to be completely inebriated by her smell, causing you to groan into her core, which sent a shiver run up Kara's spine. The blonde bit her lip, the slow pace not being nearly enough "please...Y/N" She regained control of her hips, and started moving them against your face.

A throaty moan escaped her mouth as soon as you started sucking on the bundle of nerves, making her throw her head back. She could feel your restless hands moving all over her body, your nails potentially scratching her skin.

Kara arched her back when your finger brushed against her nipple, and grabbed your wrist to keep you there, a couple of moans imploring you to do more.

You could feel her starting to give in to the pleasure, her hips rutting almost at inhuman speed onto your expecting tongue, while her pants made her sound like she was running the marathon, and how her body seemed heavier with each passing second, completely in your hands.

You tugged on her nipple, causing another loud whine to escape the woman on top of you, as her bottom lip got caught between her teeth.

Your free hand joined your tongue between her legs, and started rubbing her clit with just enough pressure to make her cry out loud. Just as she felt the knot in her stomach growing, your lips went back on her inner thighs, biting the soft skin.

"You look so pretty like this my love, and you taste so good"

She slightly opened her eyes to look at you, or at least the part of you that wasn't hidden by her body or covered in her juices. The sight alone made the crease in her eyebrows deepen as her teeth dug deeper into her bottom lip, and she had to swallow the lump in her throat before attempting to speak.

"ple-please Y/N, I need, need you" She tried to get you back to where she wanted you the most by never stilling the grinding of her hips, holding your hair to guide you.

Caution was thrown out the window once you finally put your lips back on her clit, as she ground her knees on the couch and started roughly humping your face.

All that came out of her mouth were now throaty moans and broken pleas, and all were muffled by her strong thighs clenching around your head. And for the first time, you didn't mind not being able to fully hear her.

She could feel herself almost surrender, her climax quickly approaching, and just needed a little push.

It was quickly given by your soft, now hoarse, voice. "You're doing so good for me baby, come on, let go"

Her second orgasm came stronger than the last, with her hips twitching wildly in your hold as she struggled to regain her breath.

You kept on licking all over her most to clean her up, until she started whining from overstimulation, pushing on her knees to get away.

You used the grip on her waist to get her off you to bring her back on your lap, as you sat up on the couch.

"you did such a good job baby, how are you feeling?" You whispered, planting a soft kiss on top of her hair. To which she lightly nodded her head, not moving it from its warm shelter in the crook of your neck.

You felt her shiver against your bare chest and reached for a blanket at the end of the couch, covering her with it. Your free hand came to rest on top of her knee, gifting her with your warmth. And it wasn't long until you started tracing patterns on her skin, the normal action making your girlfriend giggle.

"you really do love them" Kara said kissing your neck, as a yawn left her mouth.

You only laughed at her accusation, as you had already answered before.

But as she laid on top of you, her hair lightly stinging your collarbone and her breath becoming slower with each passing second, you had never been more certain. The cute reporter, the strong superhero, her integrity and her awkwardness-

You just loved it all. You loved Kara Danvers.

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midnightlizard · 4 months ago

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GET. AI. OUT. OF. FANDOM. Stop making headcanons with it, stop making fanfic with it, stop making fanart with it. If I see one more "asking chatgpt *blank* about *character/characters in a fandom* I'm going to lose my goddamn mind. Use your own fucking brain, stop asking AI to do everything. You could even ask other real people what they think. Just. Stop. Using. AI. In. Creative. Spaces.

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hi!! no worries if this isn’t something you write i’d totally understand, but if i could request amelia shepherd comforting a transmasc reader for coming out and/or defending reader when someone says something transphobic?

again, i’d totally understand if you don’t wanna write this ^^ i hope you’re having a nice day/night anyway though!

Unwavering support

Amelia Shepherd x male!reader

Warnings: transphobia, reader has had top surgery but other surgeries are not mentioned, reader is a guy but no pronouns are actually used

Word count: 2.9k

"there you go. Try not to move your arm too much and change your bandages everyday" you instructed the old woman, before throwing the used gloves into the trash can.

Today was very slow in the E.R., all beds empty except for the grandma who cut her arm while gardening. Days like this were uncommon as a trauma surgeon, especially here at Grey's sloan were it felt like people were purposely shoving a firecracker into their mouth 'to see who could spit it the farther' just to come here.

Yep. That happened last week. Stupid, but new.

So you were pretty thrilled about just catching up on work so you could go home early.

"Mrs Hawkins' file please" you leaned your arms on the counter, gently smiling at the nurse behind it. She returned your smile and got up from her seat, to go find what you asked for.

While you were waiitng for her, someone came up to you."Hey Y/L/N"

"Yo Avery" you didn't need to turn your head to recognize the voice "April should be over there I think" you pointed to somewhere else in the room, thanking the nurse once the file was in your hands.

"I was actually looking for you" he flashed you his million dollar smile, leaning on the counter like you previously did. "I got something for you"

"oh" you raised your gaze, confused by his statement.

You were met with the familiar box containing t gel. Since his mother ordered all the supplies needed for the hospital you had asked him years ago to add your medicine to the list so it would have been quicker to just get it from your workplace. And it has been that way ever since, but he never handed it to you personally.

"okay? thanks" your reluctance was evident on your face, but you smiled nonetheless, putting the little box in your pocket.

"I was wondering-" he detached himself from the counter once you started walking away "if you could help me with something"

You playfully rolled your eyes as it all made sense now "I'm not talking to Webber again, if you have issues with him and your mother having sex you should-"

"no no it's not about that" he slightly raised his voice in embarrassment, making a disgusted face afterwards. He shook his head violently, as if wanting to get rid of the thought, before speaking again "I need help with a patient"

"sure, I'm all ears. What do you need?" you furrowed your brows, he knew he didn't need to bribe you if a patient was involved, so you still didn't fully know where this was going.

He seemed to wait for a few seconds, before turning serious. "I have this patient, he has been wanting a mastectomy for years and we have been making arrangements for months now. Today's finally the day but he's scared about how it's going to turn out"

"do you want me to talk to him?"

"well.." he started, giving you a tentative smile "I was actually thinking you could uh-" his hand reached the hem of his shirt, slighlty lifting it up "show him the results"

You frowned at that. You'd never be ashamed of what you are or what you did to get to this point, but at the same time the idea of taking your shirt off in front of doctors and nurses wasn't exactly your idea of fun. Only the people who you considered friends knew you were trans, and you liked it that way. But for a trans person who was struggling just like you used to?

"okay"

That's how you found yourself in this situation, following Avery to his patient's room. Kody, you were told his name was, was sitting on his bed with his usual clothes on, probably waiting for a sign to help him decide what to do next.

"Hey Kody, this is doctor Y/L/N, the one I talked to you about" Avery grabbed his attention, gesturing to you. You smiled at him, sitting on the end of his bed.

"Doctor Avery told me you were having doubts about the surgery?"

"It's all you ever wanted, stop being stupid. Please change his mind doctor!" Your head turned to a second guy, his boyfriend apparently, standing on the other side of the bed, hands on Kody's shoulders.

You smiled at the scene, he reminded you of Amelia. Had you met her before your transition she surely would have given you the same aggressive support he was giving him.

You started asking the basic questions, trying to get as much out of him as you could, and tried comforting like any other doctor would. But nothing was working because he didn't need a simple doctor, Jackson was right. He needed someone who could understand what he was feeling.

Sighing to yourself, your gaze fell on the intern on your left, probabaly taking notes on how to comfort a patient, eyes fixated on you.

"you're scared about the results right? look" you brought your hands next to your neck to take your shirt off, and put it on the bed. The boy's eyes widened at the sight, long-healed pink scars adorning you chest, right under your nipples. "they look sick right?" you smirked at his mouth agape, the euphoria of looking at yourself never truly leaving your body "I had another doctor, but trust me when I say that doctor Avery is the best plastic surgeon I've ever worked with. So trust him, follow his instructions post op and everything will turn out great"

He smiled at you, a determined fire in his eyes "we can do the surgery"

You nodded giving a high five, but he was soon stolen by his boyfriend kissing him fiercely. You laughed to yourself, once again reminded of your girlfriend, and got up from the bed, putting your shirt back on.

"Very good then. Let's prep him" Avery ordered the intern, before following you out of the room. "Thank you Y/N"

You stopped walking to look at him, you were about to tell him it was no big deal. But an idea popped into your head.

"I want your yacht for a day. For me and Amelia." your anniversary was right behind the corner and what better date than to spend it alone away from anyone?

You saw Jackson roll his eyes, but he reluctantly nodded "one day." he clarified "and no sex on the couch- no, actually? no sex anywhere"

"no sex on the couch, got it" you smirked giving him a thumbs up. You left before he could object.

- - - -

You kept your deal with Jackson a secret from Amelia, only telling her not to book at any restaurant, since you had already planned everything.

"Hey are you listening to me?" you stopped talking when you noticed Amelia wasn't even looking at you. You tired following her gaze but could only see a table full of interns talking and laughing to themselves instead of eating their food, but they weren't making enough noise to be annoying. What could be so interesting about interns anyway? "Amelia?"

She only turned around when your hand squeezed hers. "Uh, sorry. What were you saying?"

You softly shook your hand "I'll tell you another time. What's the matter with you? You seem off"

Opening her mouth to answer, she looked at the interns once again, and then at the whole cafeteria as if she was looking for something "Haven't you noticed anything strange lately?"

"I don't know, I was only looking at you" it could have sounded corny but it was the truth. The only one acting strange in your eyes was your girlfriend, always acting distracted and looking elsewhere whenever you were together.

Her eyes stopped on your face, tilting her head to the side with a smile, sensing the corny aspect of your words too.

"I don't know" she shrugged, getting back to the matter at hand "I just feel watched, don't you feel it too?"

You glanced around the room, some people were eating or talking to each other, some people were intent on studying. Sure, you locked eyes with a person or two, but that didn't mean anything. You were looking at them first.

"I don't notice anything different" you calmly concluded.

Amelia bit her lip, still not convinced. But she eventually gave up, focusing her lunch break with you.

- - - -

After the talk with Amelia you started paying attention to your surroundings, and you hated to admit it but you did notice people staring at you longer than necessary. The worst part was that you'd recognize those looks anywhere.

As a trans person you received those looks all through your teenage years up until you started passing as a man. Amused looks. Curious looks. You knew them all; and you were seeing them all right now, paired with the whispers as you entered the room.

You sighed, the favor you did Jackson suddenly coming to mind. You almost forgot about it, that happened two weeks ago after all.

It was obvious the intern Jackson chose for the surgery told his friends and started a whole thing. So, as the mature - and non confrontational - person that you were, you made the wise decision of not doing anything. They'll eventually get tired.

You just hoped Amelia would let it go.

- - - -

She did not.

"I think I'm going crazy" she muttered, entering the waiting room with you by her side "I can't shake the feeling that I'm being watched, and it's even worse when I'm with you"

"They must have realized we're the hottest couple around here, let them look" you joked, but the smile didn't meet your eyes. You tried talking to the intern, who obviously denied everything, and it's not like you could go to Webber for a 'feeling' and put his carrer at risk, so you went on with your plan on letting the problem resolve on its own. Ignoring how him and his friends were always around the corner, as if they weren't interns with the heaviest workload.

Amelia squeezed her eyes at your words "you know something don't you?" to which you just shrugged, acting busy so you wouldn't give in and spill everything.

She seemed to buy it, and changed the topic. You breathed out in relief.

You started talking about your anniversary, with Amelia trying to guess what your surprise was; you laughed at her completely off guess - but secretly wrote it down in your mind for her birthday - and you told her she'd just have to wait.

The peace however was short-lived, as the last person you wanted to see entered the room followed by his two friends- minions. You quickly looked away. God you missed when interns were afraid of everyone.

As a habit, Amelia followed your gaze and wouldn't have thought anything of it, if she didn't recognize them.

"Hey they're the ones from the cafeteria!" she whisper-yelled while repeatedly slapping your arm. She gripped your coat in frustration when she saw one of them laugh in your direction "okay that's it. They have some explanations to do"

However she was stopped by your quick thinking, hand on her waist "stop it Amelia it's not worth it." you hesitated "they're looking at me"

You hoped that would be enough for her to drop it, but you should have known better, as this was probably the worst thing you could have said.

"What? Why are they looking at you?"

"I-" you sighed, crumbling under her sharp gaze "They know I'm trans"

It took a second for Amelia to register your words, if you asked her she would have said she almost forgot transphobia existed. You, on the other hand, were too aware of it especially in these last few weeks. And she could see it in your eyes, pleading her to just let this go. But she couldn't see you like this and just ignore it.

"Are you kidding me? That's even worse" she took a step back and escaped your touch.

It wasn't hard to spot them, they moved to the end of the hallways but were still in her line of sight. And who knows, maybe they really were paying attention to the files they were holding. You wouldn't bet on it though.

You hid your head in your hands as you saw Amelia approach them. Had you not been stressed about this whole situation you probably would have laughed at the sight of the three of them towering over your girlfriend, the smirks on their faces in direct contrast to what you could only predict was a scowl on Amelia's face, hands on her hips.

You saw one of them take a step closer to her and your legs almost moved on its own, but Amelia instantly slapped his arm away and pointed a finger in his face. Just as you were about to get over your fear and walk over there you saw the interns scurrying away, tripping over themselves.

Amelia turned around with a bright smile on her face, but even from this distance you noticed a glimpse of something else in her eyes.

"what did you tell them?" you asked as soon as she came back to your side, grabbing her hand

She just looked at you with that mischievous smile you had grown to love.

But now it just scared you.

"I still have some things to take care of. I'll come find you when I'm done" she avoided your question, then left a kiss on your lips that left you almost as dumbfounded as her words.

You didn't have time to question her actions any longer, because your pager suddenly beeped, April needed help with two people that got into a car accident.

"shit" you murmured, running towards the elevator.

- - - -

After more than three hours you were out of the O.R. The airbag on the passenger side didn't work so the mother got the worst of it and she needed both you and April if she wanted to survive. Fortunately she did.

Once your hands were clean, you went to open the door and found Amelia in front of you, swaying like a kid who successfully stole candies from her mother's pocket. You instinctively smiled at her, her face alone able to calm your eyes and heart after hours of only seeing blood.

"I'll go deliver the good news to her son" April spoke up from behind you, squeezing your arm before leaving the two of you alone.

"Can you finally tell me what the hell happened? What did you say to them?" you started firing questions while directing her to a more private area.

"I got him fired"

You abruptly stopped walking as soon as you registered her words "You what?"

She shrugged, her calm expression never faltering "I got the main guy fired, while the other two got suspended for a month; which may or may not have destroyed their chances of finishing the program in time" she kept her hands behind her back as she looked at you, enjoying your agape mouth and unblinking eyes.

You straightened your back "you- how did you do that?" not that you weren't happy about it, in fact, it was the best thing that happened in the last month. But it seemed a bit...unattainable. Too good to be true.

"I talked to Bailey and Webber and they agreed that this behaviour was not tolerated in this hospital. They reported them to Catherine and she made the final decision"

Her gaze lost its spark, worry taking over her beautiful features. Hands reached out to hold yours so you would look at her "Why didn't you say anything, why didn't you tell me anything?"

You leaned your back against the wall with a sigh "I wasn't sure anyone could do anything without proof, and I thought it would have faded out so I didn't want you to worry for nothing"

"But it's not nothing" she gently scolded you "Don't think I didn't notice you being weird lately, I was hoping you were just trying to hide your plans for our anniversary" she chuckled and you followed her.

"I mean, I was doing that too" a moment of silence passed as you basked in the security that was your girlfriend's warmth "I'm sorry, but thank you for standing up for me"

"If you won't do it someone has to" she smacked your arm, no real anger behind her words. She wrapped her arms around your neck to bring you closer "At least now we can finally focus on our anniversary. I can't wait to spoil the surprise and guess what you have in store"

And she was right. You had been so worried about everything else that you almost forgot about the good in your life, such as the pretty brunette currently in your arms. You giggled at her puckered lips before leaning down so you could make her happy and kiss her.

Despite already knowing this deep down, you came to the realization that there was nothing you couldn't overcome if you had her by your side.

And you'd make sure every day that it was the same for her.

"Do I want to know what you actually said to guys?"

"Mhh not even a little bit"

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