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mrs-pascal · 1 year

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Deal Of Death - part 1

Joel miller x gn!reader

Word count - 1.5k

Summary - running into your sister results in having to compromise.

Warnings - course language, guns, death, threats, kidnapping kind of.

A/n - this is a reader x fanfic but they use a fake name in this which is Blake. Also this is based 22 years after the start of the apocalypse. Also yes I know that I spelt abbey wrong

The ice cold barrel is pressed against your head, you would shiver but your entire body is numb as you're thrown on the ground. “What is stopping me from putting a bullet in that pretty head of yours?” Abbey asked you holding you down, you guys were alone and covered in snow, “you won't, we both know it and you're not fooling anyone, I’m your family left you won’t kill me.” You say confidently, “your wrong but you can do a job for me.” You roll your eyes, “okay I'll entertain your little scenario, what is it?”

“You know Joel?” You side eyed her to the best of your ability, “yeah totally,” sarcasm laced in your tone. She hit your temple harshly with her gun, “he's the man that killed dad, yeah he supposedly lives around here, I need you to find him and bring him to me and maybe I won't kill your daughter.” Your eyes widen as you look around the small cave you had found, after all the commotion you hadn't noticed she was gone.

You twisted and turned but all that happened was her hands tightening, “you fucker! Let me go, I’ll kill you the minute you let me go.” She rolled her eyes, her braid swinging, “you won't, you're not fooling anyone.” She mocks.

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Knife attached to your hip you stand behind the cliff hearing gunshots being fired you waited piering around the corner, seeing the boy was down. A second one went off and you see who you think is Ella or Ellie, whatever collapse, you take that as your que to step in. Rushing in you act innocent, “what happened are you guys alright? I heard gunshots,” rushing over to the boy to see him dead, you made your way to the girl.

“Are you alright? Do you guys have med kits here?” She curses before pointing at a rusty cupboard, jogging over you grab the kit and opening it up, pulling out a tourniquet and tightening it around her leg. Pulling her with you, you drag her out of the broken shack and eventually push up onto the horse and make room for yourself.

“Which way?” She groans, head rolling and tipping, “which way?” You yell at her. She mumbles a quick, “the horse knows where to go just keep going north.'' You kick the horse's belly holding pressure with your legs, you hold the reins with one hand and an arm wrapped awkwardly around Ellie’s waist.

The rides unsteady, awkward and you probably have less red blood cells then the number of times she almost fell off. But eventually you see a large wall, a dark maroon seemingly bolded shut, “help! Help! I think I have one of your uhh.. Friends she's bleeding, shot! Help please!” You see movement in your peripheral, a blond scarred woman with a cocked gun lowers it the minute you look at her, “Tommy open up!” she yells and the large door creaks open.

You see a long haired blonde man peek his head around the large rusted door, you move your body slightly so he can see Ellie, “I know you don’t know me but she’s been shot in the leg, I've put a tourniquet around her leg but it won’t hold much longer she needs medical help now!” You yell, worried you kick the horse as the gate opens quickly. “The very last house on the left.” He said with urgency but before he could continue talking you took off, yelling for people to move and trying to weave between the people who didn't react quick enough. You leave shouting and surprised civilians in your tracks, skidding the horse to a stop at the end of the block, the thick wall stopping you from continuing. Hoping off the horse you hold on to Ellie making you stumble, you pull Ellie off and haul her up onto your shoulder.

Stumbling into the house you shout out, a tall black haired woman walks out, “can i help you?” She’s cold, calculated and obviously blind (not literally), “fucks wrong with you? Can you not see the girl I'm carrying on my shoulder?” She begins to walk away and you take it as your meant to follow her, she nods her head to a table, you place Ellie on the table and leave.

Making your way out of the house to see the same blond now accompanied with an older man, Joel. The blond has the reins in his hands. “How did you know where she came from or her name? And who the fuck are you?” The older man walks closer with every question he spills out in a low and threatening tone. “I heard the gunshot and came running. She was with a young man, he's dead. I knew her name because the man yelled it as he got shot, and I knew where you were because I asked. And I’m the person that saved your friend or daughter or whatever the fuck so don’t give me that fucking attitude because I could’ve left her there but I didn’t,” you sighed and rubbed your face.

They stood there a little shocked, “I have to be off anyway,” you said as you made your way back to the gate you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your hand shoots up grabbing onto his wrist, “can i help you?” You asked, ripping his hand off your shoulder. “Why don't you stay a while?” Your plans working, they have a large population so you could tell that they were careless about who they let come in, “why would I stay? Also, I don’t have a gun.” You probably shouldn't say that to the man you're trying to kill but oh well, the blond didn't seem keen on unnecessary violence, “we can supply you with food and a bed for a little and we can give you a gun.”

You pretended to think about it, the plan was in motion. “Mm okay but the minute you even attempt to pull anything I'll slit your throat.” The older man now disinterested walks into what seems like a bar, the blond follows him and you do too. “So I never caught your name? My names Tommy and that fucker over there’s named Joel,” you look at Tommy, studying his face the forehead wrinkles set into his face but at this point it’s hard not to find someone with wrinkles. “Blake, what's with Joel and Ellie? He seemed a bit protective,” Tommy laughs “a bit? Joels basically Ellie’s Dad, not by blood but get too close to Ellie and Joel will rip you apart.��

“So you guys have electricity? How’d you manage that?” You haven't seen electricity in over 20 years,Tommy nodded. “Yeah, it took a while to get but you know it's pretty stable.” You finally take a seat. You sit in comfortable silence, Tommy ordered some water, Joel was giving you side eyes. As if he was expecting you to pull a secret gun out and kill him. That wasn't exactly your plan but that was for much later, that would ruin it plus you think Abbey would actually kill you if you killed him without her watching.

The cold water running down your throat made you shiver, your clothes are thin and wet from being shoved to the ground by your sister, you think he noticed as you shivered because he asked, “you get into a scuffle?” He gestures to your dirty wet jacket, you nod. “Just one dude killed him he was alone.” He nods back, he stands up, “we should go get you some warm clothes.” You stand up smiling lightly before following him, you feel Joel's gaze on you as you leave.

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You are now huddled in warm, thick clothes, the chipped plate is taken out of your hands now you're done with dinner. “Joel, will you show Blake to their temporary house please?” He sighs deeply before getting up and walking off you, you jog off to catch up, “what's your problem with me?” You asked but Joel remained stagnant, “like I saved your ‘daughter’ or whatever the fuck… Ohh is it because I left the dude. Look he was dead when I got there, there wasn't much I could do.” You defend yourself, he rolls his eyes, “I don’t know him,” oh. “Are you worried about Ellie, she'll be right.”

He goes right back ignoring you, seemingly regretting opening his mouth. He stops at a house, “there are 2 other people in here so be quiet.” Joel turns around and leaves. “Night, I guess.” You mutter making your way into the dead silent house, making your way up the stairs and enter a room. Thankfully it's empty, taking off two of your jackets and throwing them on a beat up chair, before crawling under the blankets you settle down. Nuzzling your face into the clean blankets, before drifting to sleep.

#joel miller #joel x reader #gender neutral #guns #tlou #the last of us #tlou part 2 #joel miller x reader #joel x gn!reader #reader fanfic #first meeting up #pedro pascal #candle trend

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dancingbabya-notes · 11 months

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Cuddlefish

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Yes I know its spelt wrong its deliberate

OG Synopsis: She's your world, your queen. You would do anything to ease her mind that you love her...but sometimes the past lurks close and carries lies you didn't create. Years you have known Meenah Piexes and never once has she danced around a topic. Shes' blunt and won't hesitate to tell someone that they need to rethink their situation. Three years ago she asked you to live with her and never once has she beat around the bush until someone started messing with her at work. I guess even in some relationships a little fighting isn't bad it may even let you both see that you were meant together

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"(Y/N), are you sure about this?" Aranea asks with a raised brow.

"Yes I'm sure, look I know it might not make sense right now, but it's like she's taken over every part of me and I can't imagine a life without her Nea," I sigh looking at the rings under the pane of glass.

"Well, why did you bring me with you again?" She closes her book glancing at me.

"Because you're the only other person who knows what she likes, I want it to be perfect," I smirk, still looking at the matching rings. "Also you are her ring size."

She sends me a glare as the clerk walks over. "What a nice eye you got there ma'am. Are you both?" She points between Ara and me.

"Oh, no. It's a surprise this is my sister," I smile.

"Oh, well the lucky lady must be ecstatic," she sighs.

Pushing my long bangs from my eyes I just nod asking if I could look at the rings.

"You know if you wanted to get stuff for her you could have asked mom," Ara whispers.

"She already does too much for me," I shake her off.

After about 30 minutes of conversation we got the ring. I hold the box tightly in my pocket, I already know where I'm headed.

"Thanks for dropping me off, but you know she would have liked any of those rings as long as you got it with the intention of giving it to her," Aranea explains before going in.

"I know, but I wanted to get her the best one. Nothing less for her, if I could I'd give her the world," I sigh as I begin trekking back to my apartment.

Not very long after, I'm home, and as soon as I open the door I can tell she's not back yet. Setting the box in a vase that we always keep empty I make my way to my studio, glancing at the door I shake my head and sit down starting work. Mee has always told me the world could collapse while I'm working and I won't notice.

"Hey, (Y/n), can you come here?" She asks, catching me off guard.

I pull off my headset and walk out of the room. "Sup babe?"

"Do you know someone named Megido?" She asks, looking at a business card.

"Yeah, she was an ex of mine. I stopped talking to her after we broke up. It was a clean cut, we didn't want anything to do with one another, why?" I ask, sitting on the couch and pulling her into my lap.

Her loose locs spill over the arm of the chair and I smile looking at her. "Hmmm, guess I'll leave this alone." She nods, ripping the card.

Holding her close I start rubbing circles into her back, she sends me a scrunched glare. I shake my head and pick her up walking back to my office.

"Hey what are you doing?" She squeaks.

"I'm taking you with me while I work, all these smiles you're sending me are making me motivated to finish quickly, but that might disappear if you aren't with me," I explain.

"Babe, you haven't done that in a while," she speculates, raising a brow.

"So I'm not allowed to just want you next to me," I frown, still holding her.

"You're ordering dinner tonight no arguments," she bargains and I chuckle, pulling her from a bridal carry to a princess carry.

"Of course heiress," I smile, kissing her gently.

She rolls her eyes and starts playing with my spare tablet while I work. After what only felt like minutes I was done, she had her back pressed to mine with a raised brow at the tablet. She seemed to have been looking through the pictures.

"Shit, I forgot to send that to the computer. I groan looking at the picture of her sleeping figure that she was glaring at.

"When did you take this?" She questions a bit mad.

"Well obviously when you were sleeping a few days ago," I shrug.

"I'm deleting it," she confirms with a sigh.

"What? But why?!" I whine, turning to wrap my arms around her waist.

"Because it looks bad," she pouts. "And cause it's of me, I don't want you taking pictures of me sleeping."

"But that one is my favorite," I frown into her hair.

The picture in question was a pretty nice one, the sun was peeking through the window behind me so her face was graced with a warm glow that one usually wouldn't see. Her hair was framing her face and she was holding my hand while she slept. It was pressed right up against her temple, I could remember how numb my arm was cause it had been there most of the morning. She had an innocent smile on her full lips like she was keeping a secret, and she was mostly tangled in the blanket.

"Why would that be your favorite?" She scoffs, obviously feeling conflicted by my reply.

"Because, hmm. You were so hung over that morning I don't think you know what you said," I shrug and her face quickly becomes pink with her fuchsia blood color.

"Wwhat? You tell me right now what I said or so help me," she stuttered turning her head to look at me.

I press my forehead to hers and kiss her full on the lips smirking against them when the kiss ends.

"You told me you loved me in your sleep," I chuckle.

"What?" She quirks a brown more confused.

"I was up way before the alarm because before going to sleep I thought I wanna wake up at six so I can see what you look like when the sun rises. I just kind of laid in the dark until the light started peeking through and I just wanted to capture you just like that, but before I took the picture you gripped my hand tightly and whispered that you loved me," I explained nuzzling into her neck.

I could feel the warmth quickly rushing up to her cheeks as she locked my tablet and set it down. That might have been one of the first times I really told her how much she meant to me.

A few days passed and I noticed that Mee was coming back home more and more teary, some new employee was working their way into Her social life. Apparently, it was someone I didn't know because she wouldn't tell me their name.

It feels like weeks and every time she gets frustrated more easily, I know it's nothing I can fix. She would have told me by now I have no right to just barge into her work when I work from home. Seeing her come home in pain every day is just suffocating like she doesn't know what to do. Seeing my usually proud girl slump into the couch with puffy eyes and a shaky chest to match her ragged breathing always unsettled me.

"(Y/n), did you love her?" She whispers and I send a look at her like I was taken aback.

"Who?" I ask.

"You know damn well who," she shouts, pushing me back.

I stare confused, hurt now flooding my face. It wasn't even the fact that I had been pushed to the ground by a fuchsia blood, it was because she doubted my love for her.

"I don't know who. You're usually so fucking blunt and hate beating around the bush," I grunt standing back up as a hurricane of emotions flood the air.

"Damara," she mutters hesitantly.

"What about her? I already told you we broke up no contact after that clean break," I clench my fist anger bubbling up to the top like lava popping through the surface of the earth.

"She said that..." she starts, realization and reluctance to finish her statement run across her face.

"Just, stop. I don't give a fuck what that bulge licker said. Whatever she told you was a lie, and if you're so blind by jealousy, love, that you wouldn't confront me from the beginning then I guess I should leave," I sigh, my fists clenched tight.

Walking into our room I grab a backpack and start throwing clothes inside. Leaving my phone and charger I walk into the office and pull out my tablet and laptop quickly forcing them into the half-empty bag. Without a glance cause I know I would break down into tears and try to keep her from crying more.

"I'll see you around cuddlefish," I sigh, closing the door.

Running down to the garage I board my bike and drive to the only place I know is safe. The Serket house. When I walked in after opening the door Min took a glance at me.

"What happened?" She asks, pulling my bag off my shoulder.

"Shit, I fucked up," I scream banging my hand against the wall with almost enough to force to shatter my knuckles but it just quickly purples into a bruise.

"Whoa, calm down honey, it can't be that bad," my mom offers.

"She will never trust me again mom, do you understand that. I was trying so hard not to lose her. I was going to propose, but that fucking bitch just had to come back into my life," I sob falling to my knees.

"Honey, look at me it's me not mom remember," reminds the blond woman before me.

"I'm sorry miss Serket. I'm just so scrambled right now," I mumble shaking my head. "If that ugh, Damara wasn't even someone I was with for long, how could it affect Mee the way it did," I shake my head more slumping to the ground.

Suddenly the door slams open.

"What in the everlasting fuck did you do to her?" A shout catches my ear

"I didn't do shit, ask fucking Damara. She just waltzed in said some shit to Mee when I had my back turned and all of a sudden I was out on my ass. You knew what I had planned, I love her Aranea, I'm a mess without her," I sigh pushing my bangs back.

"So is she, she was about to shatter a very expensive case of yours till she heard it rattle," she notifies me.

"What? N, no don't tell me I forgot the ring at the apartment," I gasp patting myself down scrambling for the door.

"Go get her," Min shouts as I leave.

The rain comes down just as I make my way to the street. My hair sticking to my face and neck as I run, chest screaming for air as I feel like I'm holding my breath. Stumbling up the stairs and coming to a stop at our door. I open the door and see her sitting on the couch.

"Did you see it?" I whisper, startling her.

"When did you? You're soaked from head to toe," she mutters, grabbing a towel and walking over to me.

Looking down at her I chuckle as tears well up in my eyes. "About a month ago, I went with Nea. She wanted me to get something from her mom instead, but I wanted the fuchsia one for you."

I close the door as the towel is rubbed against my face and through my hair. She refuses to make eye contact with me, letting out a groan. I just wanna run away. Before I can walk away she wraps the towel around my shoulders and pulls me close.

"Why did I let you get so close," she mutters as she kisses me roughly.

"Because I made you my home, so if you kick me out I have nowhere else to go," I chuckled, pulling her into a hug.

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #humanstuck #humanstuck meenah #a's drafts

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hyunjinspark · 2 years

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Hi love ❣️

How have you been ?!

Thank you ten thousand times for the new chapter, it made a mess of me to say the least 😭 The flash back was very interesting, I love the insight it gave to the groups’ dynamic as a whole as well as it’s separate parts! Getting to experience the time when Yeonjun (so sorry if I spelt that wrong 🤧) was around was heart warming, he’s definitely someone who always saw Y/n for who she was and I love his character a lot 🥹

Speaking of characters I love, Minho has always been one of my favs in this story, I love his suggestive jokes/comments, with his quick wit and smart ass comments, I feel the way you’ve written his character is like Minho irl! It was so so nice to have Y/n share a moment of conversation with just Minho, the fact that he told Y/n he loves the way she is now, and basically reassuring her that she has simply changed her behaviour from when they were in high school and that’s more or less the reason why Felix and Hana have been treating her differently, to put it nicely. (Aside from Felix’s hidden -but not so hidden- feelings for Y/n that has made him react certain way to Y/n and Hyunjin together).

OMG the bomb that Minho unknowingly dropped about Felix knowing Hyunjin’s name for all these years blew my mind…. Like excuse you Lix but you’ve got some explaining to do 🤨 I really don’t feel that he simply forgot to tell Y/n after he found out… There’s no way he would, when he brought it up to Y/n in chapter 8 and it shocked her that he made the connection… Little did Y/n or any of us know he’s known for years and kept his mouth shut, presumably in hopes Y/n would forget about the boy in the art store and never see him again? I’m eager to find out what he has to say about it in future chapters !

God love Y/n and her soul for the way she cares for Hyun, but I cackled during her texts to him about going to the event, once she stopped herself from sending him more messages 🤣🤣

Let me just say the Wine and Paint event was so so spectacular, I mean Y/n and Hyunjin teasing each other on the way there ??? Made me smile at my phone like a goofball 🫣 And I just about expired when Hyunjin asked if she could take off her coat and proceeded to helped her out of it 😮‍💨 Just a side note but I would love to attend a Paint and Wine event, i paint with watercolour, gouache and acrylic, it would be so so fun 🤩 I was so so excited we got jealous Hyun while Key spoke to Y/n…. Like yes punch this man in the face and get yo girl 😈

The shared moment outside under the stars was so so precious, the cuddling and the convo they had was everything 😭 Also I love you for referencing the time Hyun spoke of looking out over the city at night and imagining it was a concert full of stays 🥹 Also, was that moment perhaps a little nod to the title of the story?! I know Star Lost is a song from skz but I couldn’t help but feel that moment was a connection between the two.

Okay almost finished 😅 When they’re alone in the Château… oh my heavenly goodness……I’m loving how much more bold and accepting Y/n has become with her feelings toward Hyunjin 👀 It was delicious and I’m so happy that the kiss (and more 😈) finally happened 🤧 You’re ending me with Hyunjin loving the word please cause goddamn what an array of possibilities she will be able to use that 👀

But alas…. The heart break at the end when they had to stop and Hyunjin said they can’t, that unfinished sentence that he “shouldn’t have…” OH MY GOD my stomach dropped 😖 I have never felt such a quick switch of emotions when reading Istg 🫠 I felt for Y/n so much as she left the Château, I mean to pour so much emotion into someone and a show of those emotions in such a intimate way, just for the other person to say something like that, it’s soul shattering 😣 I hope Hyunjin can explain himself soon, cause we readers know that he was avoiding the kiss so he would fall for her more than he already has but our poor Y/n has no idea 😭😭😭

P.s I sent an ask with my thoughts for chapter 8 a little while ago, I was curious if you’ve received it ? Let me know and if not I will write a new one before I send more for chapter 9 and 10 ❣️❣️

All my love to you darling and I can’t wait to talk with you soon, I love talking with you 🥹❣️

hi love ! ive been good, just super tired with uni work 😳

im so glad you liked the flashback, it definitely was important to show their group dynamic when they were younger and how he’s always been there for her, even if unknowingly.

writing minho’s character is so fun for me too, but i didn’t want it to be a one dimensional that it may have been in the earlier chapters since his role isn’t too big but yeah he definitely cares a lot about yn :(

you want him to punch key 😭🫣 oh well…and yeah the stars moment is a direct nod to the story title too, and its a pivotal moment in their relationship !

hahahha definitely so many possibilities for yn now that she knows his “weak spot” ☺️

you’re so right 😭 yn does not know if hyun regrets it genuinely or not, and it is pretty soul shattering to hear that after such a special moment with him,,,,

i did receive your ask, i will be answering it soon as i have quite a bunch in my inbox 🥹 thank you so much for this review and for telling me your thoughts, love !

#star lost with you

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moonstone27ls · 2 years

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Thoughts on What We Do In the Shadows...

So far.....

.Spoiler warning....

Okay connection was fixed and saw BOTH first two eps. Heh same from what I wrote last time. Want Guillermo to be happy, worrying about this love triangle/rectangle? (some fans still think this is soley Nandor/Guillermo)

It just still depends for me. Do I see it? Possiblyyy yes I read one person fantheorize that Guillermo/Nandor could be a thing and he’d be the Guide’s spot... again I dunno 8B. Save for the Guide herself we don’t know the sole punishment for loving a Van Helsing. And she admitted she was wild... so what genderbend Laszlo? If this were Laszlo then yeah Nandor’s screwed. But minor a few things, he doesn’t break the rules or is as much a deviant when compared to Laszlo. I mean either the vamp world doesn’t care or is veryyyy stupid. I mean if they would have said anything about him having Guillermo they would have said it now, considering the massacre at the theater.

The rectangle, to early to say. Only will say I hope Guillermo’s genuine and really cares about his secret bf. Rebound relationships bother me sometimes I hate if we see the other partner is sweet, only to find “Oh not over so-so” and leaves them hurt. But again too early to say so dunno.

And then we have Nandor’s “wedding”... heh. I don’t dislike the bride. It was just hehhh like watching vamp Archer. All the shippers were all “Oh his dream bride is Guillermo”. All I heard was “I WANT TO BE THE SOLE ATTENTION”. I mean he got ride of brides who wanted to touch a painting or asked to shave his beard. I mean one he ditched cause they couldn’t read. Pft kinda more obvious when he was talking to one of his husbands/guy wives (I forgot their name... Ramy (if I spelt it wrong sorry subtitles and the DVR ended at cast credits) went through one test with Nandor and VOLUNTARILY chose for the djinn to poof/kill him.

Thats saying a lot. Its not Guillermo, its the factor that Nandor is a selfish or spoiled idiot. I mean again don’t scream at me, love Nandor and I know its a comedy but thats literally the whole point. Aside from Guillermo (to a degree. I mean yes he accused the djinn/Nandor or murdering butttt Guillermo leads victims to be feed/eaten by the vamps sooooo...*shrugs*), the vamps are selfish characters. So watching the whole “trials” felt more like listening to Archer (older version) or that Kuzco scene where he was picking brides. Like I said earlier still think this is just Nandor in a midlife crisis//shrugs//.

Did love the scene when all the wives/husbands? were pissed he couldn’t remember their names. Guillermo and Djinn just instantly exited lol. Though again Nandor has come a ways in treating Guillermo better. But if he’s the endgame, I still think he’s still a ways from being good for Guillermo. He still doesn’t want to hug him and doesn’t fully call him his friend. I mean he didn’t/or doesn’t care when Guillermo brings up how he’s overworked/misses his own family, etc. As I said before Nandor buttt yeah until more development Guillermo could do better. (Being a comedy also makes it hard for me to see which is for comedy/which is their real character)

Uhh the revelation about the guide makes somewhat sense or at least in regards to her attraction to Guillermo. I wouldn’t be surprised if she had a fling with a great-great-great ancestor of his.

Not entirely on board with Nadja’s vampire nightclub storyline. Its not her actions or something, no everything she does and said has been full on Nadja. Its just wanting it, I dunno feels late? I mean why didn’t she do this when she first got her seat? Or when Simon the Devious nightclub blew up? Though to that again... why pick that location where the guide/council had that library? They could have picked anywhere, I mean heck like Guillermo mentioned earlier they could have just hypnotized people to do whatever they want (yes referring to last ep in regards to repair), including just building over where his club was since it appeared last time that Simon lost his club.But if we’re gonna nitpick still wonder why Guillermo didn’t just leave once he made it to Englund with Nadja or left before she traveled back to America.

For that matter why isn’t Guillermo “borrowing” that djinn lamp and asking him “Hey repair this house?”... but maybe he’s avoiding that cause djinns are crafty.

Uhh still wonder if Colin is still an energy vamp. One of Nandor’s wives, made me wonder if he’s just draining people differently now as a child. But kids are draining in general so who can say?

#what we do in the shadows

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my2010steenlife · 5 months

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February 13, 2011

A super long time ago like in November Josiah asked me out and I said no then a few weeks later he did again I said no. Taylor and Edmond were pressuring me by saying: Eddie: come on just go out with the poor kid. Taylor: truth or dare. (I picked truth) Out of Josiah Eddie Jacob or James who would I rather date (I really wanted to say Josiah) but said don’t know you pick (she picked Josiah). Also Taylor: truth or dare (I picked dare) I dare you to ask out Josiah in 7th grade 1st day of school! (I’m not going to though). Then in December on moshi monsters he wrote something this is what he wrote: [real name] can I tell you something. I said sure but please don’t say my name online. Then I got off. The next week I went on and he wrote I love you with all my heart and soul. Then he wrote U R prettier than the skies are blue. Of course then I fell for him and I really really want to date him. I didn’t say that out loud though. That week at school he asked me out again I said let me think then Taylor/Kylie and other popular people kept pressuring me so I said yes. I did not like the feeling I didn’t actually want to date him! At lunch he sat by me I didn’t like that either. That night I couldn’t sleep so the next day I had Taylor tell him I never said yes that her and Kylie said yes without my permission. (Present day note: that was a real shitty thing for me to do. I probably hurt the poor kids feeling and maybe embarrassed him. I was dealing with a lot of anxiety and pressure and unbeknownst to me at the time sexuality questions but that is no excuse and I wish I could go back and be better) And now every time he gets a chance he sits as close to me as possible. He also stands as close to me in line as possible. He’s really nice and talks to me a lot also he chases me on the play ground and calls me clue clux clanien. (Present day note: I obviously didn’t know what that meant as an 11 year old it’s apparent in how I spelt it wrong. If I knew I wouldn’t have said he’s nice, it’s a terrible thing and I feel sick just thinking back on it but it is what I wrote and erasing it wouldn’t be truthful. I’m trying to portray 100% who I was good or bad smart or dumb or anything that appears in future entries ) He also has a name for me it is missy jr and whenever someone calls me that he gets mad and says he’s the only one who can call me that.

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creamecream · 3 years

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“You know I don’t come from no Black Lagoon,

I’m from past the stars and beyond the moon,

You can keep the thing, keep the it,

Keep the creature, they don’t mean shit,

I got garden style, major moves, I got the stuff,

And I think that proves you better move it out,

Nature calls,

You got the point? I’m gonna bust your balls!

I’m just a mean, green, mother from outer space, and I’m bad,

I’m just a mean, green, mother, a real hard case, you in deep dish trouble, man,

I’m just a mean, green, mother from outer space, so just give it up, it’s all over, ace,

‘Cause I’m mean and green,

I’m mean and green,

And I am bad~”

#me: *doesn't like little shop of horrors and never has*#also me: *spends hours drawing a human-esc audrey 2 design*#*and figuring out how she works and how she looks blah blah blah*#I just decided to watch the musical a couple days ago to see if it still bugged me pretty much #I still don't like it but the music is fun and audrey 2 is interesting in of herself #my hand writing is so bad I know I know am sorry #I tried to make the h's more like a capital H to be easier to tell them from my n's I always struggle with those #but sometimes I forgot so some of them are lower case sorry oops mistake if you can even read it just go with what makes more sense #I know people are already looking at me weird but I solely refer to audrey 2 by she/her #because she was named after a female character and she produces buds and etc.#and as she's an alien she wouldn't even have human concept of gender etc. I understand why people use he/him #but I use she/her and I have used she/her for years I'm not gonna use anything else no matter what #she do a jaw unhinge for feeding but yes I spelt it wrong shhh I had only got one hour of sleep when I wrote it #little shop of horrors #audrey 2 #humanized

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Burnin’ Up - Firefighter!Chris AU (Part 1: Long Day at the Office)

A/N: So I did a thing and started up a new AU... enjoy!

Summary: You and Chris unwind after long days at work

Word Count: 7.4k

Warnings: Pushy Parents! Language! Description of fire! Cheating (Not on reader)! Firefighter vs Cop Rivalry! Cop Stereotypes! Alcohol Consumption! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! (Let me know if I’ve missed anything!)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Meet the Characters!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Part 1: Long Day at the Office

It had been a long day. It was only 3pm but it had been a long day. Patrol days were always your least favourite days, but it was just the way it was whenever there was no cases assigned to you. You sighed deeply as you waited for your coffee order to be ready. The baristas seemingly going at a snail’s pace. Finally, the called out your name and you practically ran to the counter to pick them up.

“Thank you for your service” the barista smiled sliding over a box.

“Oh, I only ordered drinks” you say confused pointing to the box.

“I know, it’s on the house” she smiled shrugging her shoulders.

“Oh, thank you” you nod in surprise.

You open the box and have to force a smile when you see two doughnuts inside. Goddamn stereotypes. You couldn’t escape them, at least the police ones weren’t as bad as the misogynistic ones you got. You had to work ten times as hard as your male colleagues to get where you were. Regularly members of the public would turn to your partner, completely ignoring your existence. Even then the amount of comments you got saying you were only where you were because of your dad.

Your dad was the commissioner of the Boston police department, well respected in the entire police community. He was the one who helped you fall in love with being a police officer. Even as a small child he would take you out on stake out or the occasion patrol. The proud smile on his face when you graduate from the academy is a sight you would never forget. It was also a look you constantly strived for and pushed yourself towards earning again.

“You’re getting the coffee next time” you grumbled as you climbed back inside the patrol car, passing the coffee over to your partner Ben.

“What happened this time?” He sighed knowingly taking a sip of his coffee.

“This happened” you huff dropping the box down in his lap.

Ben raises a brow at you, putting his coffee down. He opens up the box gingerly as if it could contain an explosive device, eyeing you once more. He glanced down at the contents of the box an excited expression lighting up his face.

“Oh yes my favourite!” He exclaims grabbing one of the doughnuts from the box taking a large bite.

“I thought you liked doughnuts” he questions in between mouthfuls.

You grimace slightly “Firstly say it don’t spray it” you say earning a roll of the eyes from Ben.

“Secondly, I do like doughnuts, but I hate being given them, it’s a fucking stereotype!” You complain shaking your head.

“So why don’t you just order some yourself then?” Ben asks grabbing his coffee to wash down the doughnut.

“Because then I’ll just be perpetuating the stereotype!” You point out.

Ben scoffs shaking his head laughing “I don’t see the problem, its free food at the end of the day” he shrugs.

“Of course you wouldn’t, it never happens to you! My life revolves around stereotypes because I’m a girl and a cop” you complain moving to grab your coffee from dash, scoffing when you saw the name on the side “they even spelt my name wrong!”

You slumped down in your seat in defeat, rubbing your forehead tiredly “I’m done, screw this I quit” you grumble ignoring Ben’s chuckles.

“Oh come on” Ben laughs slapping his hand on your shoulder, shaking it “you’re the best cop out there, you’re going for sergeant, which you will smash”

“And everyone will think my dad helped” you grumble making Ben roll his eyes.

“No they won’t” he says earning a look from you “okay only the jealous ones will” he corrects making you snort shaking your head a small smile playing at your lips.

“C’mon let’s get your mind off of it, tell me how date night went last night?” Ben asks making you sigh.

“We missed our dinner reservation again” you sigh running your finger around the rim of your coffee cup.

“How come? You left the precinct in plenty of time” Ben frowns in confusion.

“On my way back I stumbled across a robbery in process so I had to deal with that, I left as soon as I could but I was still hours too late” you explain sipping at your coffee.

“And how did Jake take that?” Ben asks.

“Alright… he didn’t seem bothered but I think he was at least a bit, I dunno we still had a good night, we ordered in and watched a movie” you recount shrugging your shoulders.

“It’s not easy dating a cop, but Jake seems like he’s pretty understanding and it’s not always like this, you’ll get out sometime” Ben reassures you, earning a small smile from you.

“Yeah he’s pretty good” you sigh with a smile.

“Right c’mon then, eat up your doughnut and let’s get back on patrol” Ben smirks passing you the box as he starts up the patrol car.

“Urgh fine but I’m eating it out of view, as far as the public is aware I’m the cop who hates doughnuts” you grumble making Ben laugh shaking his head at you.

“Just don’t make them think it’s all cops and ruin it for everyone” Ben points out “I’d hate the lose out on my free doughnuts” he smirks.

You scoff shaking your head at him tearing off a bit of doughnut and popping it in your mouth “I’m sure if you batted those eyelashes enough you’ll get some”

Ben gasps dramatically clutching his chest, glancing over at you as he drove “you think I’m pretty?” He smirks.

“You’re terrible you know that right? Terrible” you state shaking your head at him.

“You love me really” he smirks reaching over to nudge your shoulders.

“Both hands on the wheel before I pull you over for dangerous driving” you laugh shoving his hand back.

A couple hours later you and Ben were driving back to the precinct having finished your patrol. Thanks to the time of day, you got stuck in rush hour traffic, cars crawling down the street at a snail’s pace.

“Oh my god I could walk back faster!” You complain leaning your elbow on the door, rubbing your forehead.

“Don’t you dare think about leaving me here” Ben states looking over at you.

You drop your hand looking over at him, you go to say something but you spot something that makes the words die out in your throat. Ben frowns when he sees the look on your face glancing out his window quickly before looking back at you.

“What? What is it?” He questions confused.

You felt hot all over, your heart rate picking up as your stress levels rose. A sick feeling in your stomach as fear rolled through your body.

“It’s Jake” you mutter “…and he’s with another girl”

You watched as Jake stood on a street corner with a tall, skinny blond. Even though you couldn’t see her face you instantly felt subconscious, you could tell she was stunning, that she could be a model if she wanted to.

“Hey I’m sure it’s nothing, there’s nothing to worry about it’s perfectly innocent” Ben reasons looking back over at you trying to reassure you, before glancing back out the window.

At that exact moment, Jake took the hand of the blonde. You watched as he pulled her closer, cupping her cheek as he kissed her. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t, your eyes were glued to it, watching as they ate each other’s faces. His hand grabbing her ass.

“Okay that’s less innocent” Ben mutters glancing over at you “whoa wait what are you doing?”

Without thinking you had hit the siren button causing all the pedestrians to jump at the sudden noise. You ignored Ben as you climbed out the car walking down the street towards Jake and the girl. As you approach you saw Jake glancing around his eyes widening when he spotted you.

You hadn’t even said a word and he was already trying to defend himself “it’s not what it looks like” he says quickly.

“Oh really please enlighten me because it doesn’t look like you’re giving her mouth to mouth” you exclaimed gesturing to the blonde

“Are we in trouble?” The blonde asks flustered.

“You? I haven’t decided, him? In a whole heap of shit!” You state glaring over at Jake.

“Y/N let me explain, please” Jake reasons holding his hands up.

“I don’t need nor want you to! I can work out exactly what’s going on, all I want to know is how long!” You demand shaking your head at him.

“Not long-“ Jake goes to say before the blonde stupidly interrupts.

“Few months now” she answers, you glance over at her wide eyed trying to work out whether she was just nervous because you were a cop, or if she was just that stupid to not realise the situation.

Jake groans dropping his head “I’m sorry” he sighs when he looks back up at you “Cindy, do you mind giving us a moment?” He asks glancing over at the blonde.

“Sure, don’t be too long” she says quickly kissing his cheek before walking off down the street.

You watch as she goes, shaking your head as you looked up at the sky trying to maintain your composure. You couldn’t and wouldn’t break down here on the street. You already knew everyone was watching. So instead of letting the despair take over, you clung onto your anger. Using it as a bullet proof vest to protect yourself.

“Why, that’s all I need to know is why?” You state your hands moving to rest on your hips.

“Because this wasn’t working” Jake sighs shrugging his shoulders.

You scoff shaking your head as you looked away “that’s no excuse, if it wasn’t working you should have told me! We could have worked together to fix it! It’s a pathetic excuse from someone who’s only sorry they got caught” You exclaim looking back at him.

Jake’s jaw clenched as he stared back at you “there was no fixing it!” He snaps “work always come first for you! I barely see you! It’s like I don’t matter to you!”

“Of course you matter! But I’m a cop Jake! The hours are long and unpredictable! If I see a crime in progress I can’t turn a blind eye!” You fire back gesturing to the streets around you.

“It just isn’t working anymore” Jake sighs shrugging his shoulders.

“I thought you understood” you mutter, your bullet proof vest of anger failing.

You turn away biting your lip as you tried to take a deep breath. You hear Jake sigh but you hold up your hand to stop whatever pathetic excuse that you didn’t want to hear.

“I don’t care Jake, it’s over” you sigh glancing back over at him.

You turn and walk away before he has a chance to say anymore. As you walk back to the patrol car you see the traffic had cleared. Ben pulling over at to get out the way, watching with a sympathetic expression as you walked back. You let out a deep sigh as you got back into the car, resting your elbow on the door, hand over your forehead shielding your face.

“You okay?” Ben asks gently after a few moments.

“Just drive” you mutter knowing that if you said anymore you’d break down.

Chris grunted as he worked out, doing bicep curls stood in front of the mirror watching his form. It had been a slow day today, not a single call out. Not even a cat up a tree. Normally Chris would be pleased because that meant people were safe, no one was in danger and needed rescuing. But today he was desperately hoping for a call out, just so he could avoid his father.

His father was the chief of the fire department and was getting close to retirement age. For the last few weeks whenever Chris saw his dad the conversation of Chris moving up the ranks was brought up. So far he’d been able to avoid the conversation progressing too far, but he knew that if the day was too quiet his dad was sure to pay a visit.

“Hey lieutenant” Paul says walking into the station gym.

Chris sighs putting down the dumbbells turning around to face Paul “what’s up Paulie?” Chris asks wiping his hands on his shorts.

“Chief’s here to talk to you” Paul tells him making Chris groan dropping his head.

“Of course, tell him I’ll be down in a minute once I’ve freshened up a bit” Chris sighs glancing back up.

“Sure, and you know you can cut back on all this” Paul smirks gesturing around at all the gym equipment.

“Why am I making you look bad?” Chris smirks.

“Yeah, we can’t keep up” Paul chuckle patting Chris on the shoulder as he passed.

“Not my fault” Chris points out with a smirk shrugging his shoulders as he headed off into the showers.

Once inside the showers Chris’ grin instantly fell as he leant against the sink basin. He knew exactly what he was here for, and Chris knew he couldn’t escape it this time. His nieces and nephews weren’t around to drag him away. Dodger was downstairs, but Chris didn’t think he could train him quick enough to interrupt.

Resigning his fate, he splashed his face with water and washed his hands. He grabbed his deodorant on the way out before making his way downstairs. Preparing his argument as he went. As he reached the bottom floor Dodger, who had been snoozing in his bed, padded his way over. Chris instantly bent down scratching Dodger behind the ear grateful for the distraction, using it to put off the inevitable.

“I hope I’m not interrupting” Chris heard his father say behind him.

Chris sighed standing up and turning around to face his father “not at all Chief what can I do for you” Chris asks shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No need for formalities Chris” his father reminds him.

Chris glances around at the rest of the crew around them. They probably weren’t paying attention to the conversation and they were all good friends of Chris’ but he still didn’t want to be accused of the beneficiary of nepotism. It was why he only took promotions when he felt like he deserved them, not when they were offered by the Captain or his father.

“I’d prefer to keep them at work and around the crew” Chris say looking back over at his father.

His father nods “of course lieutenant, I just want a quick chat, this way please” he says directing him towards the Captain’s office.

Chris sighs following his father through the station and into the captain’s office. Captain Jeffords nodding in greeting as they step inside, the look on his face sympathetic, making Chris even more reluctant for the upcoming conversation.

“Lieutenant you have been with this station since you joined the force at 18 slowly working your way up the ranks” Captain Jeffords comments as Chris moves to sit down.

“Oh no, I’m not getting fired am I?” Chris quips as he leans back in his chair, both his father and Captain Jeffords chuckling.

“No, the exact opposite” his father says making Chris sigh quietly resting his elbow on the arm of his chair, fingers running over his lips.

“Lieutenant your skills far out rank your current position and someone at your calibre and age should be looking to advance their career” Captain Jeffords explains.

“I’m perfectly happy where I am” Chris comments dropping his hand from his lips.

“There is an opening as Captain at the Newton fire station, it’s a role that will suit you perfectly, it will allow you to progress into higher more administrative roles that will give you more stability” his father continues ignoring Chris’ protests.

Chris’ jaw clenched when he heard the word stability. He wanted to scoff and throw it back in his father’s face. Was that the same stability that drove his parents to split when he was 16? The day his parents sat him down and told him that they were divorcing was still a painful memory all these years later.

When Chris joined the fire department he swore he wouldn’t let it get in the way of finding someone and having a family. Besides being a firefighter all he’s ever wanted is a wife and kids. But with every failed relationship he went through he became a bit more bitter and decided to give that pipe dream up.

“I don’t want it, I like the crew here, they’re like my family and I have no desire to advance my career further” Chris states keeping his demeanour cool, shrugging his shoulders.

“Christopher-“ his father starts with an exasperated sigh.

At that exact moment an alarm went through the building signalling them of a call coming in. A fire they needed to respond to quickly. Chris could hear the crew dropping whatever they were doing and running through the station.

Chris jumped up from his seat “sorry Chief duty calls” he states.

“Fine, but Captain I want you to stay back we have something to discuss” Chris’ father says making Chris pause.

“Of course, lieutenant you take lead on this one” Captain Jeffords orders.

Chris grits his teeth together knowing exactly what his father was doing. He was hoping Chris would prove himself, so he would feel deserving of the role. But Chris wasn’t playing any games, he had a job to do.

“Yes Sir” Chris nods before dashing out of the door.

He runs through the fire station to where all the gear was held. He ran his hand through his hair pushing it back in place as he bends over to pull on his trousers and boots.

“What’s the call?” He asks as he grabs his jacket and pulls it on.

“Garden fire that’s getting out of control” Jamie calls out, as she ties up her hair and puts on her helmet.

“Bets on whether is a BBQ or bonfire?” Paul says passing Chris his helmet.

“BBQ it’s too early in the day for a bonfire” Chris comments as they make their way to the fire engine.

Once everyone was onboard the sirens started and they pulled out of the station towards the address. As they rode Chris grabbed the radio to start giving out orders.

“Okay, Cap is staying back to talk with the chief so I’m in charge, hopefully the crowds will have some common sense and have evacuated the area but Jimmy and Jamie I want you two making sure everyone’s safe” Chris orders.

“Paulie and Steve I want you to locate the nearest fire hydrant and get the gear ready to go” Chris continues.

As they turned onto the street they could see the crowd stood out the front of the house, a large billowing cloud of black smoke rising from the garden. The problem was the amount of parked cars on the street, the Jamie parked as close as she could but it wasn’t close enough for Chris’ liking.

“Who’s house is this?” Chris asked walking over while the rest of the crew got to work.

“Mine!” A woman shouts from the crowd running over towards Chris.

“We were having a BBQ to celebrate and we maybe had one too many and it got out of hand” she explains rubbing her arms as she looked over at the house.

“Did you use any accelerant or lighter fluid?” Chris questions.

She gives him a sheepish look as she bows her head nodding, making Chris curse “now this is important, where did you leave it?” He presses.

“I-I don’t know, nearby somewhere” the woman stutters shrugging nervously “my husband went to try and get it” she adds making Chris curse again.

“Guys we have intel of an accelerant or lighter fluid near the fire to approach with caution” Chris orders the rest of the crew before turning around to the woman again “is your husband here or still in the backyard?”

“Backyard” she answers quickly.

“Jimmy there’s still people in the garden, get them to evacuate” Chris orders over the radio.

“Already found them, we’re gonna need a medic for smoke inhalation” Jimmy replies over the radio, shortly appearing from the backyard, his arm around the husband who was coughing and spluttering.

“On it, control we need EMTs on Sullivan street” Chris says into the radio.

“Lieutenant we have an issue!” Paul says running over.

“What is it?” Chris asks turning to face him.

“We’ve located the hydrant but it’s blocked by cars” Paul tells him glancing at the crowd.

Chris groans in annoyance turning back to the crowd “who’s park by the hydrant!” He shouts.

The crowd remain silent, all looking at each other not owning up. Chris growls in annoyance as he walks closer to the crowd.

“If it doesn’t get moved right now, we’re gonna have to smash the windows to get the hose through! Enjoy explaining that to the insurance company!” He yells at the crowd.

Very quickly a man breaks from the crowds, awkwardly running over to his car and moving it out of the way. Once it was gone Paul and Steve got to work attaching the hose and the crew set about putting the fire out.

Much to Chris’ relief the fire was brought under control and extinguished before it hit the lighter fluid. The only damage being the cremated BBQ and burnt fence panels. As the crew packed up Chris grabbed some pamphlets on fire safety from the truck passing them out to the owners. He then made his was over to Paul.

“Make sure the owner of the car gets a ticket” Chris tells him.

“Already sent the PD his details” Paul confirms nodding his head.

“Great, well hopefully when we get back my father will be gone” Chris sighs glancing around.

“Fingers crossed Cap” Paul smirks earning a small glare from Chris.

“What?” Paul laughs holding his hands up in surrender “none of us will think ill of you for going for Captain”

“I know, can’t say the same for everyone else though” Chris points out with a sigh.

“Hey maybe Jeffords will decide to retire early and you can have that job” Paul suggests shrugging his shoulders making Chris snort a laugh.

“There’s no way that’ll happen, Jeffords won’t be retiring until he’s 80 and falling apart at the seams, and even then it’ll be a forced retirement” Chris laughs.

Sitting at your desk you were about to shut every off for the day following your patrol. However as your cursor hovered over the log off button an email came through. You groan in annoyance when you open it up and see it was an email with details from fire department asking for a ticket to be issued.

“Fucking firefighters” you grumbled as you set about sorting the ticket out.

You were half way through when Ben appeared at your desk, leaning on the side “you ready to go?” He asks.

“Nearly, just got to finish this up” you sigh nodding to your computer screen.

“What is it?” Ben asks looking at the screen.

“A parking ticket for parking in front of a fire hydrant, why I have to do it I don’t know” you scoff shaking your head.

“Cause you’re a cop and we’re short staffed at the moment so we all have to pull together!” Ben smirk shaking your shoulders.

“You’re an ass” you grumbled once he stopped shaking you.

“Well this ass is taking you out drink your sorrows away” Ben says with a reassuring smile as he patted his shoulder.

“No Benny” you sigh shaking your head as you turn your chair to face him “I just want to go home and drink wine and eat ice cream”

“No you don’t” Ben states “because as soon as you get home you’ll see all his stuff and feel shit” he points out.

“So instead we’re gonna get drunk enough that when you do go home you don’t notice all the stuff, and then tomorrow after work I’ll help you clear it all out and we can eat ice cream then” he suggests.

You sigh thinking it through, it made a lot of sense. You would be miserable if you just went straight home. You were going to feel terrible tomorrow anyway, may as well have some fun at the same time.

“Fine, but let’s not go to our usual watering hole, I want to go somewhere that nobody knows me” you concede leaning back in your chair.

“You thinking of hooking up with someone?” Ben smirks making you snort.

“Yeah right” you scoff finally logging off, grabbing your jacket.

“It could be good for you, out with the old and in with the new” Ben says wiggling his eyebrows as you made your way out of the precinct.

“You’re disgusting!” You groan shoving him.

“What?” Ben laughs “they don’t have to stay for long, could be a one and done”

“Forget it, I’m going home to wallow in self pity” you grumbled turning away but Ben grabs your hand stopping you.

“Oh come on! Lighten up a little it’s just a joke” Ben laughs putting his arm around your shoulders and guiding you down the street to the nearest bar.

Once you stepped inside the bar Ben directed you over to the pool tables while he went to order the drinks. You reminding him not to get anything too strong, you did have work tomorrow.

“Here you go, now do you wanna play” Ben says passing you your beer, nodding to the pool table “or vent a bit”

“Play, I need to work myself up to vent” you say taking a large pull of your beer “and maybe a few more of these” you add holding up your bottle.

“Noted, now you can break” Ben chuckles passing you the pool cue.

The two of you spent the next couple hours playing pool and drinking. Your inhibitions slowly getting less and less as you began to vent and complain to Ben.

“He always said that because my dad was the commissioner I must have had an easy ride, he never understood how much harder I’ve had to work to show I’m actually good at my job” you complained throwing your arm out as you waited for Ben to take the shot.

“You work very hard” Ben agrees nodding his head as he hit the white ball.

“But I still made sure to make time for him! I know it’s been harder recently because of staffing issues and me getting ready for the sergeants exam, but that was out of my control, he didn’t have to go to that blonde bimbo” you continue to rant as you lined up your shot.

“It was a dick move” Ben agrees once more.

“I guess I’m just pissed I didn’t notice, I’m a fucking detective! How did I not spot it!“ you scoff shaking your head, disgusting and disappointed with yourself, a small sniffle escaping as a wave of emotion threatened to crash over you.

“Hey” Ben says softly, standing back up to hit full height before walking over to you “don’t beat yourself up, you didn’t see it because you weren’t looking for it, whenever we’re at a crime scene we already know a crime’s been committed so we know what to look for” he continues wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer.

“And you’re a brilliant detective! You’ve solved more cases than anyone else! You’re a real life Sherlock Holmes” he finishes making you huff out a laugh.

“That explains the failures in my dating life” you huff.

“Right stop that right now, you could have anyone you want, look there are plenty of eligible guys here, take your pick” Ben says gesturing out to the bar.

“What about that guy?” He asks pointing to a guy in the corner in a Hawaiian shirt.

“With that shirt? Pass” you scoff shaking you head.

“Okay what about him?” Ben asks point to another guy who wore a long camel coloured coat and decorative scarf.

“Looks like a trust fund asshole, pass” you comment.

“Okay how about that guy at the bar?” Ben says pointing to a guy that wore a simple navy cotton top and jeans, a Boston fire department cap on.

“Hm maybe?” You hum running your eyes up and down his body, he was definitely attractive, large biceps, poor choice of hat though.

“Even with the cap?” Ben smirks.

You shrug your shoulders “every guy makes a poor outfit choice, do I need to remind you of the cowboy boots?” You say raising your eyebrow at him.

“Hey! Don’t diss the boots! They’re great” Ben exclaims making you laugh.

“Plus loads of guys have those hats, doesn’t mean he’s actually a firefighter” you shrug.

“True, go on then, shoot your shot” Ben smirk nudging you towards the bar.

“No I’m not doing that” you say turning your back to the guy from the bar “I played along with your little game but I’m not hooking up with someone tonight”

Ben shrugs “the night is still young, now come on its your go” he says gesturing to the pool table.

A couple hours later and a few more games of pool played Ben decided to call it a night “right its 10pm and we’ve been here since 6, so I’m gonna head home, want me to walk you back?” Ben asks looking at his watch.

You sigh pursing your lips “I think I might stay a little longer, I don’t think I’m quite ready to go home yet” you admit “but go, I’ll be fine and one of us needs to be alert tomorrow” you tell him.

“Fine but text me when you get home alright” Ben tells you.

“I will I promise” you smile nodding your head.

“Good, now go say hi to the guy at the bar, he’s been checking you out all night” Ben says as he hugs you “even if you don’t go home with him, the attention will help”

“I’ll consider it” you offer as he pulls out of the hug.

“Good, see you tomorrow, shall I bring you a coffee in the morning?” Ben asks knowingly.

“Make it a large, and maybe swing by my place on your way in” you say making him laugh.

“Deal, see you tomorrow” Ben chuckles before making his way out of the bar.

Once you were alone you grabbed your beer, letting out a large sigh before taking a large pull. You make your way towards the bar sitting down on one of the stool. You continue to nurse your beer starting to regret going home since you were now completely alone with your thoughts.

You were sat staring into the middle of nowhere as you picked at the label of your bottle. You were so distracted by your own thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed someone moving to sit besides you until they spoke up.

“Bad date?” A male voice asks.

You hum as you pull yourself from your thoughts looking over to see the guy with the fire department hat “hm? Oh no he’s just a mate, not a date” you tell him.

“Oh okay, well can I still buy you a drink, you’ve been staring at your empty bottle for a while now” the guy says pointing to your beer.

“Yeah sure why not” you shrug making him chuckle.

“Cool” he smiles flagging down a bartender, ordering another round “I’m Chris by the way” he says holding out his hand.

“Y/N” you say shaking his hand, trying not to look so surprised at how small your hand looked in his.

“Right so what is it that’s made you so down in the dumps?” Chris asks taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh straight in? Wow no warm up or anything?” You say raising your brows, side eyeing him as you took a pull of your beer.

“Would you rather talk to Hawaiian shirt guy?” Chris smirks pointing over his shoulder.

“Fair point” you chuckle before taking a deep breath “just a bad day at work I guess” you sigh.

Chris takes a deep inward breath nodding “guess that makes two of us” he sighs.

“Lets not talk about it then, I don’t even wanna know what you do, and I won’t tell you either” you suggest with a shrug of your shoulders.

Chris gives you a lopsided smile as he nods his head “you’ve got yourself a deal” he smiles.

The two of you end up chatting, laughing and drinking for the rest of the night. The more time you spent together the closer you sat to one another. Flirty banter was exchanged and hands began to linger on each other’s bodies. Chris’ hand almost permanently on your thigh or the small of your back.

Once you realised how late it has gotten you made you excuse to leave. Smiling when Chris offered to walk you home. Because honestly you were enjoying the attention and even though you told Ben you wouldn’t hook up with anyone, you wouldn’t be mad if something happened. If anything you wished you didn’t live so close by.

“This is me” you sigh turning on your heels to face Chris.

Chris nods looking up at your building, eyes scanning over the walls, windows and fire escape.

“Nice building” he comments with a small playful grin before shrugging “at least from the outside, I couldn’t say anything from the inside” he smirks.

You bite your lip as you smile back up at him “it’s nice on the inside too” you grin.

“Guess I’ll have to take your word for it” Chris smirk, the tip of his tongue poking out, running over his lower lip.

“Well… you could come and have a look for yourself, for research of course” you grin shrugging your shoulders.

Chris chuckles and your smile grows with his “sure, for research” he agrees.

You nod leading him up the stairs and inside your apartment building. You take him up to your floor, pausing at your door as you grab your key. As you go to unlock your door you feel Chris step closer, his hand moving to rest on your hip.

You look over your shoulder at him, seeing the warm smile across his lips. The look in his bright and welcoming blue eyes stirred a feeling within you. A feeling you don’t think you ever felt in all the time you were with Jake. A feeling that had your breath catching and heart racing. All from one simple look.

You unlock your door, but don’t open it. Instead you turn around to face Chris, leaning back against your door as you look up him. He arches a brow at you in a wordless question. One you answer by placing your hands on his chest. Running them up, feeling his steady heartbeat in your fingertips, until you reached his shoulders. As if reading your mind, Chris’ large hand moved to cup you jaw, thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

Chris dipped his head, tilting your head back as his lips gently captured yours. You smile into the kiss that became more and more feverish. Chris trapping you against the door, his hand gripping your hip possessively. Your hand moves to grip his cotton top while the other reaches behind you, blindly searching for the door handle.

Once your fingers wrapped around it you turn it allowing Chris to lead you into your apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. You then pushed him back against the door, fingers grabbing at the bottom of his top tugging it upwards. Chris responds by pulling back enough to allow you to lift it over his head.

Once his top was discarded, his hands returned your jaw kissing you deeply as he started walking you back further your apartment. You shrug off your jacket as you blindly walked backwards towards your bedroom. You bumped into a couple things, the sounds of picture frames crashing to the floor. With any hope the one you heard smash was the picture of you and Jake.

By the time you reached your bedroom the both of you were half naked, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Chris’ lips attacked your neck as you both fell back onto your bed. Your fingers nailed scratching down his back until they brush over his belt, wrapping around his belt buckle and pulling him closer. He smirked against his lips as his hand found yours, helping you loosen his belt buckle and push his jeans down.

“I don’t wanna ruin the moment-“ Chris mutters as he presses kisses to your neck and jaw “but are you sure you want this?”

You pull away slightly so you could look him in the eye, your eyes searching his for a moment. You barely knew the man above you, yet here you were, and here he was asking if this was what you really wanted to do. You reached up fingers running through his beard, scratching at it, smirking when you heard his contented sigh.

“Yeah, yeah I do” you whisper nodding your head.

Chris smiles down at you, giving you a languid kiss to your lips before moving back and standing at the foot of your bed. You rest up on elbows as you watch him push down his boxers, his erection springing free. You gulp slightly when you see the impressive size, your mouth going dry and core growing warmer in anticipation.

You watch as he reaches down to grab his wallet from his jeans pocket. He pulls out a square foiled wrapper, ripping it open with his teeth. As he rolls on the condom you take the time to admire his body. He clearly worked out, or had a job in manual labour. His ripped chest covered in tattoos that you’d never know about unless he was shirtless. When his hands moved to rest on his hips you glanced back up to see the smirk look on his face.

“Enjoying the view?” He comments smirking down at you.

“I think I’d like it better closer up” you smirk as he moves closer, your hands wrapping around the golden medallion hanging from his neck pulling his lips back to yours.

You moan into the kiss as he moves you back down against the mattress. His hips resting between your thighs, erection pressing against your core. He groans when your hips roll up towards his. His hands moves to cup your jaw once more kissing you deeply, swallowing your gasps as he slowly pressed into you.

“You okay?” He asks gently once he was fully seated inside you.

“Yeah, just give me a moment” you mutter nodding your head slightly.

Your chest heaved as you got used to the sensation of him filling you up completely. The burning sensation as he almost split you in half, you had never had anyone like him before. You could come undone right there and then just from him filling you up. Soon enough the burning sensation gave way to the undeniable urge to feel friction.

“Move” you mutter rolling your hips once more.

“Say no more darlin’” Chris smirks, dipping his head to kiss you as he slowly began to trust into you.

The room fills with the sounds of the both of moaning, cursing and demands for him to go harder and faster. Your nails grip into his skin as you feel the coil within you tightening to an impossible level.

“Fuck Chris” you cry out as the coil snaps, the biggest and most intense orgasm that you’ve ever crashing over you.

Chris groans as you clench around him, but he continues to thrust into you. Drawing out your orgasm while he chases his own. His thrusts stuttering as he came undone, unloading his spend into the condom.

Your chest heaves as you come down from your high. Whining slightly as Chris pulls out of you, the feeling of emptiness overcoming you. In your blissed out state your vaguely away of him padding away towards your bathroom. Returning a few moments later, wash cloth in hand, cleaning you up, the cold sensation of the cloth soothing.

He then collapses down in bed besides you, the bed bouncing from he weight. You turn your head in his direction, seeing him smiling over at you. You bite gently at you lower lip as your eyes roam his face.

“You don’t mind me staying do you?” He asks quietly.

You think for a moment. You didn’t know him, not really. Yet you felt this undeniable pull towards him “no not at all” you whisper.

A grin grows on Chris’ face as he shuffles closer. His arm loops around your shoulders pulling you into his side. You smile shifting so your head rested on his chest, arm looped over his abdomen. His other hand moves to rest on your hip, his thumb running circles over your skin.

The arm around your shoulders, pulls you slightly closer until he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You smile glancing up at him, Chris smiles warmly down at you before leaning down and kissing you softly. You shift to get comfortable the both of you soon falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning you woke to the pounding sensation in your head and the sound of the alarm on your phone going off in the other room. You hear a light groan besides you, glancing over you see Chris still fast asleep burying his head further into the pillow.

You quickly climb out of bed grabbing a pair of underwear and a vest before padding out of your bedroom. You locate your phone on the floor near your jacket, quickly turning it off to silence to annoying alarm. Once it was silent you dropped it on your couch, hands running down your face with a quiet groan.

“Right…. Work….” You mutter hoping telling yourself what to do would help you remember what to do and actually do it.

You find some painkillers and down them with a large glass of water. You the stumbled back through your apartment quickly picking up all the things you knocked off last night. Snorting when you saw the picture of Jake was indeed the one that smashed.

You quickly showered and got dressed ready for work. All the while Chris remained fast asleep in your bed. You thought about waking him but he looked so peaceful that you couldn’t bring yourself to. So instead you found a post-it note and wrote down your number, leaving it on top of his tee which lay on the floor by your couch and near the door.

You then made your way out the door ready to meet Ben outside. You had just walked down the stairs outside the building when Ben pulled up outside. You climbed into the car grateful that he passed you a large coffee.

“Good night after I left?” He smirks knowingly.

“Maybe…” you mutter taking a sip of your coffee.

“With the guy from the bar by any chance?” He presses raising a brow.

“No comment” you smirk.

Inside your apartment, Chris woke with a start to the sound of the front door slamming shut. He groaned rolling onto his back running his hand down his face. When his hand fell back down to the bed he knew that it was definitely you that just left.

He wasn’t surprised though, he’d been in this situation plenty of times. Taking a girl back to his place, or going back to hers only to go separate ways in the morning. With his work life it worked, it fulfilled his needs without the commitment and eventually break down of a relationship.

In his half awake state he pushed himself from your bed, grateful that he had the day off today. He slowly got himself together finding his clothes around your apartment. The last item he found was his top, he let out a large yawn as he bent over picking it up, shaking it out before slipping it over his head.

He was about to head outside when he paused. A feeling that was telling him that he wasn’t completely okay with just leaving. He contemplated finding a scrap of paper and writing down his number. But he physically shook that idea out of his head knowing it would never work. Making his way out of your apartment to begin his walk back to his.

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Hot Date

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Sum: It shouldn't have to be said that SHIELD researchers aren't allowed to date their wards. But that doesn't stop the romantic tension from forming between you. The real question is, whose feelings will be most affected when the tension finally boils over?

Anomalous weapons supervisor was typed out on your paychecks, but babysitter would be a better description. Diplomas, experience and more resulted in your butt on bleachers. Watching the important people play around with powers few in this world understood.

Whoever designed this area probably didn’t know who exactly would be using it. It had the basics; a track for running, mats for sparring and weights for lifting. With more off the wall items thrown in that might be useful to the superpowered individuals using it. Like the massive metal balls being lifted and lowered by the red magic of your charge. Or one of your charges at least.

‘Wanda seems to have complete control of her powers. Whether these powers are coming from her mind or some sort of muscle in her hands has yet to be known.’ You type out just intime to get a guest sitting to your right.

“Can I get an autograph when your book is finished?” Pietro has been working on his accent, so had Wanda. As much pride as the two had they were still looking to adapt. But there were still hints of it on certain words. Especially when he’s this close not really trying.

“Only if I get to sign those tits.” Obviously, a joke, but you still had to take a quick glance to the camera. Just in case you get dragged into a meeting and this comes back up about your unprofessional comments. Not that it would stop your work.

“I can live without the signature,” Wanda’s voice, although distant, echoed in the wide space. “You’ve spelt many things wrong anyhow.”

Few people could say they were as close to the Maximoff twins as yourself. Even after the discovery of an alien/god, of the defrosting of a super-solider and the destruction from a billionaire people were wary of the twins.

It was through simple respect that Wanda had warmed up to you. You hadn’t talked to her with artificial kindness, didn’t look to the guards when her voiced raised even the slightest. No, you had asked how she was (the room was too hot for her), if she needed anything (just wanted to know how much longer she was going to be questioned), if she liked coffee or tea (tea is preferred), and how she was doing, really doing (she was tired, you all were).

It was another story for Pietro. Only trusting you after Wanda obviously saw you as a friend. Taking his own time to warm up after getting the same genuine experience you offered rather the blunt questions and stupid statements. It was the dinner you invited them to that sealed the deal. Nothing brings people together more than a lot of meat, the warm feeling of alcohol and a quiet afternoon with a food coma.

“What have you written?” Pietro asks, your laptop now in his hands.

There’s no point in trying to stop him when he snatches things. A child who had to move fast for food and safety makes petty theft a hard habit to beat. Not to mention Wanda already knew everything that went into your daily reports with a blink of her eye, it was seemingly only fair that Pietro got to know to.

“Same stuff I was doing yesterday, and the day before and the day before that and the-.”

“Yes, yes, thank you!” Pietro says, used to the child like taunts and knowing to stop you early.

With nothing of interest on said laptop he turned it back over to you. Taking his place leaning against your shoulder as you begin to work once more. Only speaking up to ensure you add in the correct description of his improvement.

These reports were supposed to be done without the twins knowledge. You were supposed to be a spy on the side of the government. Although it was blamed on Wanda’s mindreading in reality you had never tried to hide them. These friendships were genuine, resulting with the man practically putting himself in your lap to try and keep your attention.

"How much longer do we have to do this ‘training’?” Although a grown man Pietro could act like a little boy sometimes. When he’s done, he’s done. Taking whatever actions needed to get through his current situation and move on.

“For as long as the door is closed, Pietro.” Wanda has set the metal down. Taking slow steps to reach her brother and friend. “She would likely go faster without you hanging on her.”

There is no smooth way to say this; Pietro is a big spoon. Any chance he gets a hug or to hold someone results in being overwhelmed in lean muscle. Pietro was the only warmth during those impossible cold nights as newly orphaned children. His legs and arms creating a shelter that protected his chosen from any harm from ever happening. You were one of chosen now, which explained the face made at having to get up.

“Alright kids, let’s head home.” You say, slapping the laptop closed for effect.

You were one of several who kept an eye on the twins throughout the day. Wanda and Pietro pretended not to notice how certain employees just happened to always be in the hallway when walking through. Or the little cameras that were hidden in plain sight among the decorations in their quarters. And that’s not including all the mom aged agents “just checking in” at random times, complete with the sing song voice and overuse of the word “sweetie”.

On any other day you would have followed them into their quarters. Give them a recommendation for the TV and even stay awhile to watch it with them. A chime from your phone changing the day’s proceedings. It’s only a second-long hesitation that announces this change to the twins.

Pietro says your name in a tone different than the one earlier. It’s a tone of concern that snaps your head up at him. Wanda hanging around the quarter’s entryway, staying close enough to be apart of the conversation.

“Is everything okay?” he asks, now with your attention.

“What? Yeah, yes, I just got a…you know, a hot date.” You turn your phone to face him. Not long enough for him to read the entire message but enough to know that you weren’t completely hiding anything “I’ll see you guys later. Brush your teeth before going to bed, I’ll know if you don’t.”

Before Pietro or Wanda could give a retort the door slid shut.

“Who were they talking to?” Pietro asked the only other person in the room.

Wanda didn’t answer. Rather tilting her head towards her brother. Rolling her eyes when he asked “what? Wanda, what?”

Although officially a desk agent there were times the field required someone of your talents. When this happened, all other duties had to be dropped in exchange for an outfit change and a fancy car shared with your accompanying field agent. Natasha has been your designated agent since the first field mission and could now be considered a friend.

It would seem the babysitter had become the baby. Including having your clothes laid and being helped into them before reaching the car.

“You’re an heiress looking for some expensive decorations and I am your lovely assistant and translator for the evening.” Natasha says, holding the under-suit’s legs open for you to slip into. “We’ll show up fashionably late. You are incredibly rich and important and better than all of them. So, don’t make eye contact with anyone, and try not to say anything, they’re below you.”

Unlike fulltime field agents you weren’t trained enough to go without serious protection. Not just in the form of an accompanying agent but also in a (jokingly called) bullet proof onesie. So, fitting it was essentially a bullet-proof wetsuit that stopped at the knees and elbows. Making the clothes to wear over it something with long sleeves, past the ankles and covers the neck. Sunday school appropriate for this event.

“Can I fake an accent? Like, German?” It was a dumb question for you to ask, but the ride to the gallery was already taking longer than it should.

“Hmm, Let’s hear it.” Natasha doesn’t look up from her phone but still sounded interested.

“Vell-,”

“Stop.”

Very special pieces were being auctioned off tonight. Invite only without any advertisements to say what’s up for grabs to outsiders. Although the windows were blacked out and authorities were paid off (but obviously not enough) supposedly nothing for sale was illegal. But if that were true you wouldn’t have found a seat in the front row.

The language of the night was deeply European. One or two words you could maybe guess what they meant but there was no way you could name it. Nat knew it though; it kept her ears perked to the room and her mouth right next to your ear for most of the night.

First items up were the typical rich people arty stuff; vases and paintings that probably represented something to someone if you squinted. Those went for a year’s paycheck in minutes. It was after the third portrait of some lady now long dead that Nat placed a hand on your back, just below the neck.

“Next up is ours,” she whispered. “you’re doing good and you’re doing great.”

The entire night was spent with better manners than an office setting could ever be. Back straight, eyes forward, and no one is allowed to make eye-contact. It’s only when the target was wheeled in that your mask was starting to slide.

Genuine HYDRA blueprints for a titanium prosthetic. White ink on blue paper with decades old coffee stains and tiny tears, spread up and out under protective glass like a butterfly. Although Mr. Barnes had a serious upgrade with the Vibranium he now used. But these blueprints showed just how advance the original was for the time.

Sitting forward as it’s wheeled by wasn’t enough to authenticate the prints. Something you easily communicated to Agent Romanoff with just a look.

It was a bad idea, it called why too much attention, but Agent Romanoff whipped her head towards one of the several employees of the auction. Curling her finger at them to get them over and in her speaking line.

She speaks quickly, and with an edge to her voice, to the employee. With only a few words back that same employee returned to his post and spoke to the next man in charge.

“They going to invite a few of us up to inspect the piece,” Agent Romanoff whispers, “You’re going to have to be fast, we’re going on stage.”

Others in the audience made their way onto the stage when invited. Agent Romanoff ensures that you are somewhere in the middle of it. Heels and heavy shoes making creating white noise for your work to be done.

In all HYDRA’s documents, blue-prints and almost everything else their symbol was hidden throughout it. A little game of where’s the octopus in two places. A large, but translucent, icon covering the center. And a smaller one in the bottom right-hand corner, hidden behind the creator’s signature. Reproductions never had the smaller symbol, but the stains and fingerprints ensured you were right.

Later, during the debrief, you would be lectured about the importance of subtlety and espionage. But how was the look you gave Agent Romanoff any different than how others were looking at their people?

After that (completely natural and not at all suspicious) nod Natasha’s arm was around your back. This was part you were suddenly feeling ill. This was the part your assistant/translator/arm-candy would escort you out with just enough urgency and demands for the bathroom that you’d be gone before everyone was in their seats. Apparently this was also the part a sudden security guard fires twice into your chest.

“Watch your head.” Although not yelling Agent Romanoff’s voice was firm.

It's hard to say which was scarier; the bullets aiming firing for your death or how calm and professional Agent Romanoff was about it all. Although, few rounds were actually fired inside the auction hall.

Agent Romanoff shot an arm out to the first security. Pushing his gun up and inward quick enough to catch his jaw and take him out of the game. Agent Romanoff keeping the downed man’s sidearm for herself.

That was really the only bit of action you clearly saw that night. When things go wrong in the field it’s the agents job to remove their ward from the situation with minimal injuries. As the researcher your job was much simpler; don’t die. “Keep your head down, use your arms to protect yourself and trust your agent.” Was hammered in during field training. With this mantra running over and over you weren’t in the position to watch the mess happening all around.

“Someone, call the police!” It takes a second to realize it’s Agent Romanoff yelling this. In a panicked, almost shrill, voice that practically screamed ‘we’re being victimized!’

With all the guests now properly riled up it was easier to exit the building. Allowing the oncoming mod to carry the two of you out of the building without much more fuss from security. Trying to kill an agent was one thing but killing a rich connected person (or worse their spouses) would be on an entirely new issue.

Someone stepped on your foot. Another put an elbow in your rib harder than the bullets. And a third open hand pushed you, and your agent, right out the door and onto the street. It was only through the strength of Agent Romanoff, and your handling of flats, that this mission could be considered successful.

The blueprints were already being tracked and followed by the time you’re stripped down to underwear. The pretty clothes had to be taken removed, the makeup wiped off, hair undone, and the bullet proof onesie had to be taken away. Simple tank-tops, shorts and a coat were worn on the journey home. By the time it’s all off, and you’re finally walking into the apartment, it shouldn’t be surprising how you looked to others.

“Have a good time?” It takes a second to realize it’s just the roommate asking the question.

It’s expected that any roommate a SHIELD employee takes on would also be with SHIELD. The two of you weren’t in the same division or even security level part of why living together worked out so well. She was in the know enough to hear you complain but enough in the dark to keep any secrets from getting out.

“Yep, had a real banger of a night.” Although a friend and technical coworker you couldn’t disclose too much about the missions. At least not until the green light is given by the higher ups. Instead, you can only give the people something to speculate about. “Can’t wait to see what the bruises are going to look like tomorrow.”

Spoiler alert: the bruises looked like hickeys. Something noticed by Roommate but keeping quiet about it in exchange to heading out early. Ready with the latest thing to share with the office mates.

Just like any working environment gossip is always somewhere underfoot. After being dragged in by someone who couldn’t leave it at home it’s then latching onto everyone who came close enough to hear it. Most ignore it, others listen then forget and others drag carry it further into the workplace. Until researchers leaning against the wall talk too loudly and Pietro catches a few too many words.

“Who were they talking to?” Pietro asks once the housing area’s door shut. Quickly clearing things up with the use of your name.

“I’ve haven’t seen them yet.” Wanda doesn’t care enough to close her book but does enough to look up.

“No, yesterday. Before they left, someone messaged them. Who was it?”

Wanda shrugs and returns to her book, but there’s a smile there.

“You know who it is,” He says, now on beside her. “Tell me.”

“I can’t say for sure,” She’s smiling again. Only a slight glance at Pietro. “but I think he may be very handsome.”

The siblings argued as siblings do. With Wanda teasing as sisters do. All of this could be heard before you even made it to the door. Standing at its threshold to listen as the two go at it.

“Natasha will tell you the same, Pietro.” Wanda says, probably aware that you were in hearing distance. “And she says he can do more than simply be handsome.”

Although you say nothing Wanda grins at you.

The gossip overheard is just words without evidence. Just enough to get Pietro thinking but not enough to create any serious emotions. But the “evidence” to create those emotions was now standing in the room. Small marks darker than your natural skin was peaking out from the lower neckline.

To you, they were simple bruises, nothing worth trying to hide, even something to brag about to the other desk workers. To Pietro it was marks of another person, something that pursed his lips and marched away from. Doing so slowly, to be sure that both you and Wanda were aware of how upset he was.

“I missed something.” You say, setting everything down on the counter.

Wanda has a habit of sneaking into other people’s minds. The mission, the shots and the everything was slowly being filed through in the back of your head. A pressure at the base of your neck screaming that there was an intruder.

“Stop it.” You snapped, but Wanda only smiles back.

“How was your ‘hot date’?” She finally asks.

“Is that what he’s…sonofabitch. Pietro!” There are only three rooms in this section of the compound. One being Wanda’s, another Vision’s and the third Pietro. Making it easy enough to find the pouting grown man.

“What?” He asks upon your entering.

There isn’t a response on your part for moment or two. Spending that time going to the room’s corner. Standing on tiptoes to find that switch that definitely doesn’t exist on the camera. Shutting it down for the time being before turning to start your explanation.

“You can turn that back on.” He says from his place on the bed. “There’s nothing bad we need to talk about.”

“So, you don’t wanna hear about how I was shot in the tit?”

Manners were out the window at this point. Pietro openly looking towards your chest. Back up to your face, and back down to your chest. “You were shot? They look more like…”

“They’re not hickeys, I was shot a few time through a suit.” Frustration was starting to build up. It was overflowing when you finished with “You really should know about being shot.”

The hurt on his face screamed. He didn’t look away but stayed staring forward right at you. “Pietro, I’m so…I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

“It hurts,” He says. “Being shot, it really hurts.”

“I’m sorry.” Even as you walk around to sit beside him Pietro stares at where you were. Listening to your apology but not saying much else. Until he dares to lean against you. Something more than cuddling with a friend this time around. “I get it, I get you’re scared and all that. And I really like you, Pietro, I like you more than I am allowed to.”

It’s hard to say who started the kiss, but it doesn’t really matter. It was happening, and it was so much more than a something between friends.

“When that camera comes back on this didn’t happen.” You say in a moment of separation for air.

“What happens when the camera goes off again?” He asks, thumb rubbing over the bruise.

#reader insert #pietro maximoff #pietro maximoff x reader #quicksilver x reader #Pietros' alive au #One shot #Fluff kinda #Angst kinda #This is based on that window between 2012-2016 when everything was happy for the Avengers #Requested on my AOW #Not used to writing these kind of stories

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