aster-hours · 9 months ago
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sometimes i think about how lucky i am that we didn't get introduced to metal gear until after we got public about our DID bc otherwise people would 1000% think i was a raiden introject
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introverted-author · 2 years ago
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A Teacher of Many Subjects
Emily Prentiss/Ashley Seaver smut || Cross-posted on AO3
Word Count: 1.9k
Emily Prentiss misses JJ. But another certain blonde has caught her eye and she'll be damned if she lets the opportunity pass her by... set after 6x01.
It starts, as most things do, with a bar and a cocky Derek Morgan.
After a tough case in a closed off community that ends in the unsub choosing suicide by cop, all of us need a drink. Well, more drinks, plural. It always goes this way when we get off the jet in the evening - all of us, bar Hotch, Reid and occasionally Rossi, hitting our favourite bar.
"Drinks?" Morgan is the first to put it out there as we finish up in the bullpen.
"Is that even a question?" Rossi groans, eyes clearly heavy.
"Reid?" Morgan asks, turning to the nerd who has already got his face buried in another book.
"No can do, I'm afraid. I'm reading this book by Dr Anne Carson about-"
"Hey! A simple 'no thank you, oh fine Derek Morgan' will suffice."
"Since when are you fine?" I jump in, playfully shoving his shoulder and totally taking it when he shoves back.
"Really, Prentiss? We all know you want a piece of this di-"
Hotch just so happens to enter the room then on his way to the elevator and he quickly orders us to save it for the bar, mortification written all over his face. I snicker with the others as we watch him go.
"So, we're going to a bar?" Seaver asks from beside me with a tilted head and oh I forgot that she's new here.
"Standard protocol, my sweet lady," Morgan pipes up, sauntering over to her and swinging an arm around her shoulder which she oh-so-politely brushes off.
"You're asking the wrong girl, Morgan."
"Oh, you batting for the ladies team?" He smiles as she hesitantly nods. "Prentiss could tell you a little about that."
"Knock it off, Derek," I shake my head, following Rossi who has already begun the journey to the elevator.
As Morgan guffaws behind me, I try to brush off his comment and pretend the heat that's coiling in my stomach isn't there. JJ and I called off our we're-calling-it-casual-but-we-both-know-it's-really-not relationship only about a month ago. My body is telling me that I want to utterly destroy the innocent blonde next to me but I feel like I'd be betraying JJ…
Heck should I care? We were using each other for pleasure, it was nothing more… nothing more, I try to convince myself.
Fuck. Tonight I'm going to get completely wasted and maybe I'll fuck this girl's brains out while I'm at it.
The bar is bustling with people and we end up squished in a corner table. Morgan's off searching for his nightly hook-up, Garcia keeping a watchful eye on him, while Rossi plays darts with some other regulars. That leaves me and Seaver sitting next to each other in the dark corner of the room.
"Do you guys do this often?" Seaver enquires, taking a sip of wine while golden locks delicately fall around her face. Fuck.
"Uh, yeah. If we get back in the evening and feel up to it. Reid and Hotch never come, and Rossi only does on occasion."
"A good distraction, huh?" I can see in her eyes that she's still replaying the events that transpired last night. Her insolence, being threatened, witnessing the unsub's death…
"You look like you could use a distraction," I murmur, inching slightly closer as her breath hitches.
"What kind of distractions would you be offering?" Her baby-blue eyes - so like JJ's - meet mine with a teasing glint, her bottom lip being pulled by her teeth.
"A very certain kind."
With that, Seaver takes my hands and tugs me out of my seat, pulling me towards the dance floor as my stomach plummets. Damn, I didn't think this girl had it in her to be so straightforward.
As the music pulses, shaking the walls, I turn her around and pull her against me, hearing her surprised gasp before she leans back into my body.
I snake my hand down to take hers, moving to the beat as I move our joined hands across her stomach, covered by her blouse. When I bring our hands to her waistline, she lets out a whimper so I use my other hand to brush some of her hair aside, gently biting behind her ear as she all but moans.
I know I've got her. She's putty in my hands.
"Do you want me?" I whisper into her ear, sending her shuddering against me.
"I�� I've never done this before."
"Done what?"
"Had sex… like, at all."
I smile at this, turning her around so she's facing me. Her eyes bore into mine and they are so dark with lust.
"Do you trust me?" I ask, taking her hands. She nods. "Well, I've heard that I'm an excellent teacher."
"Emily… please…"
I smirk. I've barely touched her and she's already begging. "Please what, angel?"
"Take me to yours. Teach me."
I am more than happy to oblige.
As soon as we're through the door of my apartment, Seaver is pushed against it, my thigh slotted between hers as I kiss her.
Seaver moans into my mouth, already worked up from the bar, and begins to grind against me, already desperate for some friction.
"Nuh-uh, angel," I chide, taking my leg away. "I can offer you far better things than coming on my thigh."
My words have a physical effect on the girl who's knees nearly buckle and I have to fight off a chuckle at her eagerness. I kiss her again, teasing her bottom lip before ordering, "Jump."
I catch her in the air, her legs automatically locking around my waist as I take us to my bedroom, laying her down on the sheets as she looks up at me in an euphoric haze.
"You okay there, angel?"
She stares at me for a moment and when I repeat the question she nods.
"I need verbal consent, Ashley."
"Please, Emily. Please."
I cluck my tongue, cocking my head as I examine the beautiful woman spread on my bedsheets. 
It should be JJ.
But it can't be JJ. So it will have to be Ashley Seaver.
"Do you know the traffic light system?"
She shakes her head.
"It works just like traffic lights. Green means that I keep going, yellow means to slow down and discuss things, red is a full-on stop. We can stop anytime you want, I won't be mad."
"Green, keep going, yellow, slow down, red, stop. Got it." There's a gleam of excitement in her eyes and I can practically hear her racing heart beat from the adrenaline. I should put this girl out of her misery but God is it wonderful to see her squirm like this.
"Tell me your colour, angel?" I husk into her ear, sending goosebumps down her spine.
"So, so green."
Seaver's eyes are wide as I join my lips to hers, her hands finding a home in my hair as I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip before forcing my way inside. Seaver is already breathless, already desperate, and I would be lying if I said her naivety didn't turn me on.
I move my lips along her soft jawline, sucking here and there before kissing the crook of her neck, finding her pulse line and sucking hard. Seaver groans at that, little noises of delight emitting from the blonde. She only moans louder when I bite down, smoothing the marks over with my tongue.
My hands begin to wander at that point, running over clothed breasts, sneaking to the edge of her blouse.
"Can I take this off?" I ask, running a hand along the bottom seam of the button-up.
"Of course."
I hear her gasp as I slip a hand underneath, the desire in her eyes growing with each button I undo. When the article is completely gone I ask her colour. Green.
Seaver practically shivers when I run my tongue over her right collarbone, moans when I trail my lips down to where her lace bra cups her breasts. This girl is so fucking touch-starved; this is going to be so much fun.
I reach under her back to find her bra strap, unhooking it when Seaver nods her consent. The girl gasps when the cool air meets her skin, nipples quickly hardening to perfect pebbles.
I quickly pinch her left nipple, grinning as she whines, thighs clamping together. 
The sadist in me is quick to seperate them, shoving a knee in between. "I'm taking care of you, Ashley. Let me do that."
"Fuck," she hisses, moaning as I move to take the nipple I've been rolling between my fingers into my mouth.
The girl whimpers and whines, getting more and more desperate until she's pleading under her breath. Her hands stray to my hands, desperately trying to force me southwards. In a flash I have her hands trapped above her head.
"Careful Seaver or I'll leave you here."
Her responding groan is enough to spur me back into motion. Deciding to take mercy on her, I leave a trail of kisses down from her breasts, gliding across her stomach and gently biting her sternum.
My fingers hook on her waistband and I check her colour - green. Seaver watches me with wide, pleading eyes as I drag her jeans and panties down and off her body.
"Colour?"
"Fuck, green, just, just-" She can't even finish her sentence, her entire body fidgeting from how damn worked up she is.
As I behold her naked body I can't help but picture JJ in my mind, praying to whatever god would bother to listen, begging for them to return her to me. But gods are fickle and fate is cruel, so Ashley Seaver it will have to be.
Seaver is tense as I kiss up her thighs, moaning loudly when I work a love bite into her skin, just below where she needs me most. But nothing can compare to the moment that I finally lick up her slit, her moans euphoric. She's practically shaking already as I slide up to take her clit in my mouth, sucking and licking and doing anything in my power to drive her insane.
She cries out as I shoot a finger into her - a quick check tells me she's still green - and she emits a breathless moan when I add another, pumping in and out at a generous pace.
The girl comes in seconds, crying out through her high as I ride her through before gently slowing and pulling out.
"You okay, Ashley?" I ask softly, sweeping her hair out of her eyes as I lie down next to her.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm good. That was- you were good."
"Not bad for a first time, huh?"
Seaver blushes at that, unable to meet my eyes. A distant part of me still wishes it was JJ. That I would whisper with her until the early hours of the morning until we both fall asleep. That we would curl up together, lovers who yearn to admit that they are indeed that.
But JJ is gone. And Ashley Seaver is here.
After water and a quick snack, Seaver is fast asleep in my bed and I take a breath to steel myself before climbing under the covers with her. She unconsciously drapes an arm over my body and I know I'm trying to move on but there are whispers of JJ in everything that this girl does.
When Hotch says that Seaver needs a mentor, I jump at the opportunity. A chance to move on from and forget JJ. And after all, I have a lot more to teach her.
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wonder-never-wander · 2 years ago
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She's fucking here again.
The blonde with glasses. She comes in here sometimes, mostly with friends and stuff. Her name starts with a K.
Kamron? Katelyn? Whatever. Not my business.
What is my business, however, is how she always breaks something.
Every time she's in here, she leaves finger-shaped dents in the bar, or shatters a glass, or snaps a pool stick in half. Always laughing with her friends, breaking shit.
Every. Single. Time.
So you'll imagine my confusion (and, if we're being honest, relief) when she walks in by herself. She started to plop herself down, eyes downcast and face very timid.
Now, I don't know very much about reading people, and even I could see the exact moment she decided not to plop down, instead lowering herself very carefully.
So carefully, in fact, it seemed as if she was floating.
It wouldn't surprise me, at this point. Byproduct of working an alien dive bar, i suppose.
At least she didn't break any furniture.
Finally.
"Your usual?" I asked her, already grabbing a glass from under the bar.
She hesitated, lifting her (suspiciously red) eyes to scan the shelves behind me, then nodded.
I don't ask questions. If I questioned every single high person that came into the bar, I would never leave.
So instead, I made her club soda and set it on the bar in front of her, picking up the 5 dollar bill she had set down.
"Thanks," she said shortly, quietly, pulling the cherry out of the top and popping it in her mouth.
I wiped down the bar where I had made her drink -- if you can count a club soda as a drink -- and moved on.
About 30 minutes later, I came back to do one last round before I clocked out and went home. Sitting next to Blondie was a woman with dark hair and strikingly green eyes.
Blondie's eyes had cleared up, no longer looking like she was stoned out of her mind. They were both smiling.
"Can I get y'all anything?" I asked, internally groaning. Blondie's Friend seemed like the kind of person to order the most complicated, time-consuming drink.
"Uh, just a scotch, please. Macgallan," she said cooly, handing me a 20.
Top-shelf. Not bad.
After it was poured and handed off, I turned to Blondie. She was staring at the side of Top-shelf's face, her eyes practically heart-eyes.
I want to say I waited patiently. It would be a lie. I waited very impatiently, in fact.
Top-shelf looked over and got Blondie's attention. Instead of her being embarrassed, you know, like a normal person, she just kept staring.
"What is it for you, Blondie?" I asked through clenched teeth, irritated, resisting the urge to look at my watch.
"Another of the same," she said, pushing her glass forward. I grabbed it and refilled her drink, all the while doing my best to conceal my eavesdropping.
"Why does everyone call me "Blondie"? My sister's ex-girlfriend, my bosses, plural, my sister when she's mad," Blondie listed, counting on her fingers exasperatedly.
"You know you're... blonde, right?" Top-shelf reminded her, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. "And no offense, but you act like one sometimes, too."
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Fhskdhwksnsns I accidently posted this before I was done writing it 🤡🤡🤡
I love Wanda so the first part took me ages to write but writing soft Carol made this either the messiest or best fic I've ever written
"Do I mean that little to you?"
"Was it all a lie?"
"I think I'm inlove with you."
Warnings: cheating and me fucking around with the MCU timeline regarding when characters are introduced
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Your relationship with Wanda had always been far from perfect. It was evenings like that difficult one that made you reflect on just how many red flags you had ignored. You had chosen to live your life with her in blissful ignorance, thinking it would work out.
But as time went on there were things that were harder to ignore. Things that hurt you to notice, both about Wanda and yourself. You thought they would go away. They only ever got worse.
That night was the final straw. You couldn't deny the issues that had been growing like weeds in your relationship for a year when you walked into your appartment to see Wanda's head between another girl's legs.
You didn't feel mad. Or upset. You felt empty. Empty at the long awaited realisation that you had committed to the wrong thing.
You didn't say anything, too shocked to know what to say and not knowing if you would even be capable of stringing a sentence together.
The woman's eyes flickered open and met yours and in that brief moment you saw the familiar look of lust before it turned to fear. She roughly pushed Wanda away as she looked anywhere but you and moved away from your soon to be ex girlfriend.
Wanda gave her a questioning look before whipping her head around to see you after following the woman's uncontaminated glances. She stood up instantly and straightened her shirt while the woman on the couch got dressed.
"You're home." Was the first thing Wanda said. Yeah. You were definetly done.
"I am." Your mouth was dryer than sandpaper but you somehow managed to say that.
"I should..." The woman muttered as she awkwardly glanced between you and Wanda before rushing past you and out the door.
Neither you nor Wanda spoke for a while. You were still looking at her, searching for any signs of...anything. She didn't meet your eye. She made no attempt to defend herself. To defend your relationship. It was downright heartbreaking.
You needed to sit down, but there was no way you were sitting where Wanda had just been. Not that knowing what Wanda had done on that couch had bothered you before.
You left the hallway to wander aimlessly towards your bedroom, knowing you weren't the only one Wanda had fucked in that bed, but you had never had to see that.
She followed you into the room, more trailing really. There was no urgency to her pace and she still didn't speak. Did she really not care?
You sat down on the bed and stared at the floor, mot knowing what to feel. Wanda didn't sit next to you. She made no move to comfort you. You didn't need comfort, not from her. You needed an explanation.
"When did it start?" You wanted to ask how many, but you already knew the truth would hurt too much. The ones you knew about were enough.
"I don't know." Wanda huffed. She sounded frustrated, as though you were wasting her time. That finally pissed you off.
"I deserve an explanation, Wanda." You said clearly, keeping your voice surprisingly steady as you looked up at her. She still didn't look back.
"What's done is done." She said simply.
"Do I mean that little to you?" Tears sprung to your eyes as you said that. Wondering for the first time if Wanda had really ever cared about you.
When Wanda finally looked at you you wished she hadn't. Her eyes were full of pity, watching you like a stray puppy in the rain. She moved forward and sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.
"I loved you." You didn't fail to notice the past tense, it cut through you like a knife. "But I wasn't ready." You had started dating so soon after Ultron. At the time you knew Wanda was grieving badly, you had questioned if it was best for her to dive into a relationship the way she had in that state.
Her self-confidence and driven nature always put your mind to rest. There were red flags before the relationship had even started.
"When you realised that...you didn't have to stay." Your voice wavered slightly.
"I know that." God the pitifulness was even in her voice.
"So why did you?" You held your breath waiting for that an answer. Wanda took a few seconds to consider that, like she wasn't quite sure herself.
"I like being around you." She sounded truthful, but you didn't allow yourself to believe her.
"When you weren't around them." You couldn't help the bitter tone that crept into your voice. Wanda didn't like that. Thinking she actually had any right to be mad at you.
"Oh for the- we had fun, didn't we? It's not like it was a complete waste of our time!" She exclaimed, standing up to face you.
"I wasn't dating you for fun, Wanda. It was so much more than that. I wasn't just someone for you to fuck like all of those girls, I was your girlfriend!" You felt proud at what you had said. You were right. About all of it. You were especially right to use the past tense. Something you didn't think you could manage to do. But that pride was short lived.
"You were a distraction!" You froze. Every fibre of your being turning ice cold from her words. You and Wanda stared at each other for felt like an eternity. She didn't take it back. There was an unreadable expression painted on her face. You knew it wasn't regret.
That's all you ever were to her? A distraction? Everything you thought you had...
"Was it all a lie?" You whispered. You hated the question. You would hate the answer. But you had to know.
Wanda's expression faulted and for a second the pitifulness returned. It was quickly pushed to the side when she spoke again, remaining stoic.
"Call it what you want." You bit the inside of your mouth in an attempt to stop your bottom lip trembling as you finally looked away.
"I'd like you to go. We're done." You whispered, turning away from her.
She left without another word. Her boots thudding against the floor as she walked away in the purposeful way she failed to show you that night.
The door to your appartment clicked shut before you broke down into tears.
*
You had gotten a hotel room that night, unable to stay in your own home. You couldn't lay in your bed without wondering how many people had been in it. Wondering how fewer it would have been if you had just confronted Wanda about it when you first knew. But you didn't, and those months of heartbreak were finally coming to the surface.
You arranged for time off of work once you got back to your appartment. Once that was done you flipped over the couch cushions, retrieved your toasted pop tarts and sat down to watch your comfort show under a bundle of blankets.
It worked for a while. The plates (yes plural) full of pop tarts and the hours of TV took the edge off of the numbness you were feeling. That was until a text from Carol brought you back to reality.
Care Bear: you okay?
You smiled a little. Carol was definetly something that would provide you with comfort, living up to her nickname as always. But she worked with Wanda, and the last thing you wanted was to make her life awkward.
Carol was your best friend. She was Wanda's friend too. That was how you had met. After Ultron Carol had introduced you to Wanda at one of Tony's parties. She had even been a wingwoman for Wanda, you pondered over what Carol would do if she knew Wanda had cheated.
The blonde had always been protective of you. It was sweet. Especially the small acts she never even noticed she did. Like standing closer to you when you were in a room full of self righteous jerks. Always being the one to catch you when you tripped over thin air, even if she was preciously on the other side of the room. Knowing when you were uncomfortable in social situations and casually taking you away from them in the most subtle manner that didn't cause a scene. You had never been able to confide in anyone like you could with her. Not even Wanda, although that was probably because she never shared either.
You: 👍 :)
Care Bear: --_--
Care Bear: Wanda's here
You bit your lip as your thumbs danced over the keyboard; evaluating the best response. You were surprised Wanda was even at the Avenger's headquarters. You had assumed she would be spending her nights with random hookups for a while rather than just one night. She finally had the full freedom to do that but she went back to the Avenger's Headquarters instead?
You: she okay?
Care Bear: I haven't seen her since she went to her room, doesn't seem to be in a talkative mood
Care Bear: you guys okay? 👀
Carol never liked to pry into yours and Wanda's relationship. She always let you confide in her. But in the cases where it was obvious something had happened between you, she checked in on you in the least subtle ways. Carol was smooth in a lot of way, but that was not one of them. It had become a joke between you and Carol ended up embracing it.
You: we broke up
Care Bear: CHSKSBSKSBAMZBMZDBAL
Care Bear: I'm on my way!!
Care Bear: or I can give you space to mope?
You couldn't help but smile at Carol's messages. Your reply was instant. You would love to have Carol binge shows and eat trash food with you.
You: come mope with me :(
Carol confirmed she was on her way less than a minute later and you got up to toast the last of your pop tarts and get a drink.
You weren't sure how soon Carol arrived on your balcony. You were sure very few things had made you happier than the sight of your goofy friend proudly holding up a multipack of poptarts while dressed in her sweatpants and goose t-shirt. The shirt was one you had gifted her for Christmas one year and if she wasn't wearing her Captain Marvel uniform, she was most likely wearing that shirt.
You got up to open the sliding door for her as you suppressed a chuckle. Carol appearing on your balcony without warning had stopped scaring you around the ninth time it happened. That was about the time you stopped trying to convince her to just use the stairs like everyone else.
As soon as she was in your appartment she threw the box to the couch and enveloped you in a bear hug. You wrapped your arms around her middle and closed your eyes as you held onto her. You smiled at the familiar smell of vanilla and cat hairs, being so easily comforted by it.
"Are you okay?" She muttered into your shoulder.
"I am." You said truthfully. You hadn't slept well the previous night, even at the hotel. You had cried for a while. But the next day you had felt better, as though a weight had been lifted from.your chest. You were still hurting, but you would be just fine.
Carol pulled away and rested her hands on your shoulders as she studied you, trying to find any evidence of a lie. Upon finding none she nodded and smiled at you kindly. That was something you loved about Carol. She never pitied you, even when the worst happened. She was sympathetic and supportive and never condescending. 
"What are we watching?" Carol asked as she picked up the box on the couch and took it over to your toaster. She knew you wouldn't want to talk about Wanda yet. She would wait for you to bring it up. Until then, she would act as though you were moping because you were sick rather than the reality.
You replied to her with your comfort show that she had grown familiar with and sat back down on the couch with the blanket over you. Carol soon returned with two plates of pop tarts (it wasn't like you had eaten anything else) and two hot chocolates. What you really craved was some alcohol but you decided to leave that till later on.
Your blonde friend sat back down next to you when you lifted the blanket for her. She instantly brought her legs up under her and put her arm around you. You easily leant into her and rested your head on her shoulder before she leant her own head on yours.
Neither of you spoke for a while. Carol occasionally laughed at something on the TV and you found yourself smiling at the sound of her laughter more than the show. It had always been contagious.
Wait. Should you of been smiling that much for someone who had walked in on their girlfriend cheating less than 24 hours prior? Probably not. But then again. You had seen it coming. All the signs prior had softened the blow.
"You alright?" Carol asked again as a whisper as she pretended to keep most of her focus on the show.
You hummed in response and fiddled with the edge of the blanket for a while until you spoke.
"She cheated." You muttered. You could feel Carol freeze. Her whole body tensed up making her as stiff as a plank. Her shoulder wasn't as comfy when that happened. "But it's okay." You assured.
Carol took ahold of both your empty plates and placed them on the table before turning her body towards you so she could see you better.
"That's never something that can just be 'okay', y/n." Carol said in a gentle tone.
"I know but...I already knew before... before I saw." You could hear Carol breathing heavily as you avoided her gaze.
"Christ, y/n." She whispered. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"
"I don't know I just...I guess I thought if I ignored it it would go away." Upon reflection you really weren't sure why you never addressed it.
Carol didn't say anything at that. You glanced up nervously to see her looking deep in thought, trying to understand what you meant. Carol was never one to hope things would go away. Her life as a hero had taught her to comfront every obstacle she faced.
"And you saw her..."
"Yeah, I did. I thought I could handle knowing what she was doing behind my back but actually seeing it...it was hard." Carol breathed out hard as though she had been holding her breath and pulled you into another of her infamous bear hugs. You wrapped your arms around her again and squeezed your eyes shut.
The blonde gently stroked your back in soothing circles until you moved away, not wanting to but knowing Carol wouldn't move away first and Lord knows how long you would have ended up staying like that.
"And you're really feeling okay about it?" Carol asked with a slightly furrowed brow, reading your face for any trace of a lie as you spoke.
"Yeah." You smiled assuringly. You didn't feel like telling Carol the rest. About how you had only ever been a distraction to Wanda. But there was something else you wanted to admit. "It was for the best." You started. Carol could tell something more was coming so she sat up a little straighter to show you you had her full attention. "Even before I figured out I what she was doing things just didn't feel entirely right with Wanda. She was great, but it always felt like something was missing." Carol didn't show any reaction to that. She seemed surprisingly stoic, like she was trying to suppress something. You figured it was probably just that she was thinking about what you had said.
"Enough about all that though." You said when Carol hadn't spoken. "You never got to tell me about your super amazing mission last month." Carol's eyes lit up at the mention of her successful mission.
There were some missions she wasn't allowed to talk about. Some she could. And some she could eventually talk about. Her last one was the latter and once she was clear to tell you about it she did, in great detail and the most animated way. It had been one of her best missions and you were incredibly proud. But you were interrupted by a false alarm at the Headquarters before she could finish.
You loved hearing about Carol's work that she was passionate about. You loved hearing how she could handle herself out there. Recalling some of those missions put your mind to rest when you hadn't heard from her in a long time. And you needed the distraction. Carol knew that.
You listened to Carol intently with a smile but the stress and upset of the previous events had you suddenly feeling very tired. Your eyelids began to feel very heavy and your head became empty as you felt yourself drifting off to sleep.
*
You woke up in your own bed, beyond comfused. You couldn't remember getting into bed or falling asleep. Still in a half asleep state, you tried to recall the events of the night until you remembered Carol. Had she carried you to bed? Had she left?
Your heart ached at the thought that your best friend wasn't there. Refusing to believe it, you wrapped your duvet tightly around you and trudged out of your room.
She was sleeping soundly on your couch with the blanket you had been curled up together under. You smiled at the sight of her looking so peaceful, taking a moment to consider yourself the luckiest person alive to have a friend as caring as Carol.
You came back to your sense when you realised how creepy it felt to be standing over your best friend and staring at her sleep, not to mention how freaked out she would be if she awoke to your duvet covered silhouette. But you didn't want to leave her side.
Carol stirred when she felt you kneeling on the couch. Countless nights of sleeping next to her had taught you she was a fairly light sleeper. You were thankful that she wasn't startled by you kneeling over her as you adjusted your blanket.
"Y/n?" She muttered as she rubbed her eyes to try to see you better.
"Go back to sleep." You murmmered back before laying down on her stomach and holding the duvet over you both.
You felt so at home in her arms. She didn't protest to you and instead wrapped her arms around your back and closed her eyes again with a content smile.
You rested your head in the crook of her neck and soon drifted back to sleep. Carol, on the other hand, struggled to sleep for a while. You had slept in the same bed before, countless times, but you had never been so close together when you did. It had never felt so intimate.
It was making the butterflies that had started arriving years ago whenever you were around dance around happily. As much as Carol tried to ignore them, her feelings for you only ever grew.
*
Over the next few days Carol visited you a lot. You had always been happy to spend time with your friend, but in those days you appreciated her company even more. In fact you were pretty sure you craved it.
She checked in on you often and stayed the night when you asked her to. You tried not to be too clingy with your friend, knowing she had a busy life and a lot of responsibilities to take care of and you didn't want to keep her away from her hero life.
It made the moments you could spend with her even better. You had always had that thought process with Carol, but it was enhanced since the night you slept ontop of her on the couch - something she never commented on.
You mainly spent your time together in your appartment, but on that day Carol had another idea.
"I promise it's safe." Carol grinned at you as you looked over your balcony for the umpteenth time in the last five minutes. You never really realised how high the sixth floor was until your friend was encouraging you to jump off your balcony with her.
"You need to get out of that appartment." Carol insisted.
"I could go on a walk to do that! You know...like a normal person." Carol laughed at your defiance to try what she had offered.
"Just five minutes, you'll love it." Carol said genuinely as she took ahold of your hand. You had never realised how her hands seemed to fit perfectly in your own before. You smiled at the sensation of a slight tingling in your hand upon contact with Carol's.
"Ease off." You giggled, shaking Carol's hand.
"I'm not doing anything." Carol protested earnestly, giving you a comfused look. You gulped and tried not to think about what the feeling was. "If you don't like it I'll bring you right back, you're safe with me - the Strongest Avenger." She said with a cocky grin, she had heard someone say it once and it went straight to her head. You rolled your eyes at her with a smile then paused, biting your lip as you considered the offer properly.
"Okay." You breathed out.
"Okay?" Carol asked with an excited grin.
"What the hell, sure!" You exclaimed. Carol chuckled and went to stand behind you. The material of her suit pressed against your bare arms and made you shiver slightly, you assumed from nerves. Carol had told you you didn't need to wear a jacket or coat, claiming her powers would keep you warm.
She wrapped her arms around your waist to hold you tightly against her and you gripped onto her forearms, not being able to stop yourself smiling.
"You ready?" Carol asked as the yellow swirls started to surround Carol and heat up your back and stomach. Blue and red glimmers occasionally appeared amongst the swirls and you tried not to get too distracted by the beauty of Carol's powers.
The next thing you knew your feet were slowly leaving the ground until the tips of your shoes were an inch away from the floor. You felt weightless and couldn't help but laugh a little at the absurdity that you were floating on thin air.
"Okay?" Carol checked.
"Okay." You confirmed.
As soon as the word left your mouth you felt like you were being catapulted through the air. Wind whipped your hair across your face and everything was a blur. All you could focus on was the whirling colours and Carol's strong grip on your waist.
You were going directly upwards for a few seconds until Carol eased you both forwards slightly, angled so you could finally take in your surroundings.
The speed at which you had been going to get so high in such a short amount of time was insane. It was impossible to know exactly how high up you were, all you knew was the faint clouds in the nighttime sky were closer to you than the ground. A lot closer.
The small gaps amongst the thin layers of clouds gave a glimpse at the stars that shimmered above you. The view below was just as breath-taking.
The city was lit up by the lights emitting from each building, each playing a part in the beautiful display. The lights shimmered and twinkled just as the stars did, the two very different worlds having the same beauty from such a height.
As Carol leveled herself out more you felt your legs drop infront of you and away from Carol. Your grip on the hero tightened in response to the new position.
"Do you trust me?" Carol asked carefully. You nodded, not knowing what your friend was planning but knowing you would go along with whatever she had planned.
One moment Carol had her reassuring grip on your waist, guiding you through the night air, and the next she was gone. You plummeted through the air in an instant, a silent scream escaping your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the world spinning as you fell, but as soon as you were falling you were safe again.
You landed on Carol's back surprisingly lightly. You blinked a few times in shock, not understanding what had happened until you realised that Carol was flying horizontally and the position allowed you both to have a much better view and in a better position.
You sighed with a grin as stared down at the city in awe, your eyes occasionally flickering up to the dark sky. You rested your head in the crook of Carol's neck and wrapped your arms around her front, easing into her as easily as you had that night on the couch.
It was the happiest you had felt in such a long time. You felt safe with Carol, even from such a dangerous height and the whole event had you feeling more relaxed and content than you could ever remember.
A warmth spread over your body as the pair of you gently flew over the city. While you wanted to believe it was from Carol's powers, you knew deep down that that wasn't it. Because you had had that warmth for Carol on the coldest nights, you had had it when she was on the other side of the room, it had been there for as long as you could remember. And it was only getting stronger.
*
It didn't take anymore encouragement to get back into your usual way of life without any issues. Thanks to Carol there didn't seem to be much difference. The times that you would have been spending with Wanda you spent with Carol. She knew you were okay and that you didn't need her to mope around with you anymore - not that you had really ended up doing that together much. But you wanted her with you; she seemed to want to be with you too.
While you had slept in the same bed multiple times since you had on the couch, you never cuddled close to her like you did before. You knew that if you did that warmth would return. You knew, deep down, what it meant. However you had no idea if Carol's feelings for you were anything more than platonic, it was a line you weren't willing to cross, so you pushed those feelings to the side as much as you could.
Despite your efforts, those mornings you woke up next to your friend you found that you had your head resting on her shoulder or an arm hooked around her waist or one of your legs tangled with hers. She never seemed to mind, in fact one time you could have sworn you saw her eyes drop when you separated yourself from her. You told yourself you were just seeing things that weren't there.
So one night when Carol casually invited you to an Avenger's party you almost choked on your popcorn. You had always gotten along with the team - ever since the mix up on the mission that had led you to meet them and Carol. You had been to a fair few of those parties in the time you had been friends, but that party would be different.
Carol had assured you that no one else on the team knew exactly what had happened between you and Wanda. Your friend knew you didn't want people knowing and Wanda wasn't about to announce it, all the team knew was that you had broken up.
"You don't have to." Carol said quickly. "Wanda will be there." She informed in unimportant fact kind of way. "I just thought it would be nice for you to see everyone again. They miss you."
"They do?" Even thought you had known the Avengers for years, you still couldn't help but be a insecure before seeing them. You didn't have any powers or training. You always wondered what you could possibly bring to their table. Those worries were always put to rest once you were settled in, the smiles on their faces and laughter they emitted when you saw them was hard to fake. Besides, it wasn't like they had any reason to fake it.
You very quickly stopped being insecure when it came to Carol though. You had spent so much time together and knew each other so well that you never worried what she thought of you. She reminded you often of the traits she loved so much, it had been something you had started.
"I'd love to go." You smiled at Carol then went back to the screen. You never liked to make things awkward with exes. It wasn't like you and Wanda were going to become best buddies any time soon, but you were determined to be civil. You just hoped she would be too.
"Great." Carol concluded after studying you for a bit, wanting to be absolutely sure that it was what you wanted. "I'll pick you up at eight on Saturday."
"It's in two days?" You exclaimed, turning to Carol with a horrified expression.
"It is?" Carol confirmed in a not-too-sure tone, not understanding what the big deal was.
"Jeeze, Carol, give a girl a better warning next time." You huffed as you leant back against the couch. The blonde chucked next to you and muttered an apology.
Carol continued watching the film she had put on while you planned when and where you would get an outfit. You knew the dress code of those parties, that wouldn't be an issue, but part of you wanted to match with Carol.
"What are you going to wear?" You asked casually.
"Haven't decided yet."
Damn. You would just have to wing it.
*
Carol knocked on your door at exactly eight o'clock on the night of the party. You were startled at the sound of it at first, not expecting her to actually use the door for once.
You opened the door with a wide grin on your face but felt as though you had the breath knocked out of you when you saw your friend. She was wearing a tailored dark y/f/c suit with a neat white blouse. Her hair was slightly tossled and hung loose around her shoulders. It all went perfectly with her familiar warm smile. She looked beautiful.
Carol's outfit was strikingly similar to your own y/f/c dress that was a much lighter tone but the similarity was still there.
"H-hey." You stuttered as you continued to take in her outfit.
"Hey yourself." Carol grinned smugly, not oblivious to your stare.
"You look...really...amazing." You couldn't help but say. It was the truth.
"You look really amazing too." Carol said a lot more easily than you did. You giggled and stepped out of your appartment and locked it.
"Milady." Carol said in a terrible English accent as she offered her arm for you to hold.
"Milord." You went along and put your arm easily through hers before you started walking down the hallway, unable to contain your smile at the childish and loveable act.
*
When you arrived at the party you were bombarded with people wanting to talk to Carol. You had grown used to that, but it was still a downer when you wanted to stay by Carol, at least for a while.
Eventually, you were summoned away from your friend by the Avengers who were eager to catch up with you after so long.
"How've you been?" Nat asked with a welcoming hug as she outstretched her arms I'm an open hug.
"I've been pretty great." You replied honestly as you hugged her tightly. There was no one you were closer to than Carol, but Nat was someone you considered a friend without a doubt.
"What about you?" You asked genuinely as you pulled away.
"Same old." Nat smiled in her familiar way she saved for those she knew rather than the strangers in the room she had to play nice with.
You talked to Nat for a while as though nothing had changed. You hadn't seen Wanda and you had no idea where she was and no one mentioned her. You were thankful there wasn't any tension around the group. They all talked to you in the same way they always had with the exception of them asking about Carol more. You kept missing their knowing smiles hidden behind their drinks.
After a while you and Tony had your own convosation and it seemed as though being around the others was the only kind of self control he had when it came to refraining talking about relationships. As soon as you two were left alone he didn't hesitate to start saying what he had been thinking.
"Hey, don't get me wrong, you and Wanda seemed great, but I always thought it would be you and Carol who would end up together." Tony said as though he was voicing a passing thought.
"Me and Carol?" You tried to ask smoothly. Admittedly you had been thinking a lot about what it would be like to date Carol. You couldn't seem to stop your mind wandering at night to imagining scenarios with her in which you were dating. It always made you smile so your cheeks hurt until you reminded yourself it wasn't real. Carol would never see you that way, would she?
"Well I didn't see it until Nat pointed it out. Then we actually all kind of assumed you were dating before you and Wanda became a thing." Tony continued in his casual manner before taking another sip of his drink.
"Really?" You looked over at Nat who was talking to Carol. Nat seemed as though she was trying to convince Carol to do something because the blonde had the conflicked look upon her face that always appeared when she had been thinking long and hard about something.
"You certainly acted like it." Tony snickered as he followed your line of sight. As if on cue, Carol and Nat glanced your way and a heat began to grow along your neck at the feeling of embarrassment at being caught staring.
Nat had a small smirk playing along her lips while Carol mirrored your expression guiltily.
You missed Tony and Nat exchanging knowing smiles. You missed the way Carol's cheeks became tinted pink too.
"Excuse me." Tony said as he put a hand gently below your shoulder before walking off in the direction Nat had also departed too.
You smiled at Carol and wandered towards her place on the balcony, glad that she turned around entirely to face you. Unfortunately the blush on her cheeks had faded by the time you would have been close enough to spot it.
"Enjoying the party?" Carol asked as you stepped out onto the balcony and leant against the railing.
"I am." You said certainly. The blonde turned to copy your position so you could both gaze out at the buildings below you. The view you had gotten with Carol was undefeated, but the Avengers tower provided something special too.
"I told you they missed you." Carol grinned as she nudged your side with her elbow.
"Yeah." You blushed and peered down at the railing.
"I don't know about you but my shoes are killing me and I think I've talked to enough of these guests to bore me to death twice over." Carol sighed with a childish smile. You grinned back and nodded.
"You want to stay at mine tonight?" You asked hopefully.
"I'd love to." Carol's smile grew as you held her arm out for you to link your arm through again.
"Milady." The hero said with the same terrible English accent.
"Milord." You mocked as you put your arm through hers easily.
Maybe Tony was onto something.
*
That night when Carol took the same place she always did in her home that was as much hers as it was yours, you couldn't focus on the movie playing on the screen. You couldn't focus on anything except the blonde beside you.
You had your head resting on her shoulder and everytime you moved to get your drink and turned back to her your eyes instantly strayed to her lips, images of kissing her filling your head.
You remembered the night she moped with you after your breakup and how she had been the best friend you could ask for. Except you didn't want Carol to be just your friend. You wanted her to be more.
Your mind had been racing since since party, considering what Tony had said to you and how true it was. You and Carol really had always acted like a couple. You had never thought anything of it, even when Carol did it considerably less when you were dating someone.
Because you had been in more than just one relationship in the time you been friends with Carol. None of them ever felt right. You always thought there was something missing. Something that the next person would fix. No one ever could though. Because what you had been looking had been right infront of you the whole time.
All those feelings that had come bubbling to the surface the couple of weeks prior, they had been there all along. Christ, you were such an idiot.
"Carol..." You whispered, more afraid of what you were about to say than anything before. You wanted to back out. You didn't want to mess up what you had with Carol, but you had never been so sure of something than you were for your feelings for Carol in your entire life.
"Yeah?" She said softly.
"I think..." You held your breath and you could have sworn Carol did too. "I think I'm inlove with you." The blonde froze for a solid minute. Neither of you spoke. Tears threatened to come to the surface as you realized what you had done.
Eventually, Carol put her bowl of popcorn down and slowly turned towards you. You didn't dare meet her eye, instead playing with the edge of the blanket over you both and hoping it would trigger a sink hole beneath you.
"You do?" She whispered. You nodded and bit your lip in an attempt to hold back your tears. Carol lifted your chin gradually so you were looking at her. She had an unreadable expression.
"I love you too." You half laughed half sighed in relief as a smile spread across your face and the tears finally sprung free.
"Yeah?" You choked out. Carol instantly cupped your face and wiped your tears off of your cheeks as she smiled back at you.
"Yeah!" She giggled. "I've wanted to say that for so long." She admitted in a rush.
"Why didn't you? It could have saved us so much time!" You exclaimed and gently punched her arm.
"I was scared, even with Nat trying to convince me to say something." Carol explained, it was her turn to look away in embarrassment but you quickly pulled her back the way she did.
"That's really sweet, I'm here now." You assured genuinely.
Carol smiled back at you as her eyes glanced down at you lips. You grinned at the obviousness of what she was thinking and bravely closed the gap between you. After that prompt Carol eagerly met you half way and smiled into your long overdue kiss. Her lips were so so soft and moved against like a perfected dance. When you pulled away for air you rested your forehead against hers and breathed heavily with a heart filled smile.
"We have to do that more often." Carol said as her hands landed on your waist.
"We absolutely do." You agreed before pulling her into another kiss, engraving the memory of that night into your mind forever.
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She's fucking here again.
The blonde with glasses. She comes in here sometimes, mostly with friends and stuff. Her name starts with a K.
Kamron? Katelyn? Whatever. Not my business.
What is my business, however, is how she always breaks something.
Every time she's in here, she leaves finger-shaped dents in the bar, or shatters a glass, or snaps a pool stick in half. Always laughing with her friends, breaking shit.
Every. Single. Time.
So you'll imagine my confusion (and, if we're being honest, relief) when she walks in by herself. She started to plop herself down, eyes downcast and face very timid.
Now, I don't know very much about reading people, and even I could see the exact moment she decided not to plop down, instead lowering herself very carefully.
So carefully, in fact, it seemed as if she was floating.
It wouldn't surprise me, at this point. Byproduct of working an alien dive bar, i suppose.
At least she didn't break any furniture.
Finally.
"Your usual?" I asked her, already grabbing a glass from under the bar.
She hesitated, lifting her (suspiciously red) eyes to scan the shelves behind me, then nodded.
I don't ask questions. If I questioned every single high person that came into the bar, I would never leave.
So instead, I made her club soda and set it on the bar in front of her, picking up the 5 dollar bill she had set down.
"Thanks," she said shortly, quietly, pulling the cherry out of the top and popping it in her mouth.
I wiped down the bar where I had made her drink -- if you can count a club soda as a drink -- and moved on.
About 30 minutes later, I came back to do one last round before I clocked out and went home. Sitting next to Blondie was a woman with dark hair and strikingly green eyes.
Blondie's eyes had cleared up, no longer looking like she was stoned out of her mind. They were both smiling.
"Can I get y'all anything?" I asked, internally groaning. Blondie's Friend seemed like the kind of person to order the most complicated, time-consuming drink.
"Uh, just a scotch, please. Macgallan," she said cooly, handing me a 20.
Top-shelf. Not bad.
After it was poured and handed off, I turned to Blondie. She was staring at the side of Top-shelf's face, her eyes practically heart-eyes.
I want to say I waited patiently. It would be a lie. I waited very impatiently, in fact.
Top-shelf looked over and got Blondie's attention. Instead of her being embarrassed, you know, like a normal person, she just kept staring.
"What is it for you, Blondie?" I asked through clenched teeth, irritated, resisting the urge to look at my watch.
"Another of the same," she said, pushing her glass forward. I grabbed it and refilled her drink, all the while doing my best to conceal my eavesdropping.
"Why does everyone call me "Blondie"? My sister's ex-girlfriend, my bosses, plural, my sister when she's mad," Blondie listed, counting on her fingers exasperatedly.
"You know you're... blonde, right?" Top-shelf reminded her, trying (and failing) to keep a straight face. "And no offense, but you act like one sometimes, too."
"Hey!" Blondie shouted indignantly, throwing a crumpled straw wrapper at her friend.
Girlfriend? Whatever. Also not my problem.
"I said sometimes!" Top-shelf responded, laughing loudly and trying to catch the ball of paper. I walked over and set the club soda in front of her. She handed me another $5 bill in response.
I walked to the break room and shrugged my apron off, hanging it on the hook with my name printed above it.
I had chosen a form fitting t-shirt today. It hugs my muscles and hangs nicely off my torso. I had forgotten about it until I saw it again.
I clocked out and grabbed my coat, not giving a second thought to my choice of clothing from that morning.
That was, until I walked out from behind the bar to find Blondie sitting alone yet again, guarding a glass of scotch and a glass of club soda with her life.
Her eyes followed me as I walked out the door and down the narrow staircase. I could still, inexplicably, feel her stare when I started my walk down the street, pulling my jacket on.
It made me feel itchy.
Maybe I misjudged her. Maybe Top-shelf was just her friend.
That being said, have you ever heard the saying "the bartender knows more than meets the eye"? Probably not, seeing as I made it up.
But it doesn't matter, because sayings are sayings for a reason. That reason is that they're true.
The number one rule of bartending is "never get involved". Good thing there's not an oath and that's not on my contract, because by God, am I about to get involved.
I'm going to get involved if it's the last thing I do.
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