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I never feel as beautiful as I do in my bathroom mirror, what’s the science behind that? like the girl in the bathroom mirror is always pretty, i love my smile, but that never translates anywhere else in the whole world

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late night talking (newt x gn!reader)

(Reader is the only med-jack in the Glade and is working themselves to exhaustion)

CW: none i dont think! if i have missed any pls let me know!

Word Count: 1.4k

(hi! this is my first ever drabble/fanfic, please feel free to leave any feedback!)

The cool night air is a welcome relief on your warm face. It’s night in the Glade, and all the other Gladers are asleep, well, except for you. You’re the only proper med-jack in the Glade, the only one who actually cared enough to read the textbooks that came up in the box long before your arrival, and due to this you’re the only one who is able to treat more severe issues. 

This means that when it comes to the overnight shift, it’s usually you who takes it. Whilst the other Gladers get to rest and recover you’re stuck watching over the patients who have winded up in your care for one reason or another. Tonight is another one of those nights, you have three patients, each in for different issues. They’re soundly asleep while you’re sitting at your desk, begging yourself to stay awake. It usually wouldn’t be an issue taking the overnight shift, you would usually use the time to tidy up the med-hut, but it’s the third night in a row that you’ve taken the shift. You felt bad for the other boys, and after all you are the newest to the Glade out of them, so shouldn’t you do what they tell you to? 

It’s nearing 3:30 in the morning, and you’re desperately trying to rub the sleep from your eyes when you hear the door to the med-hut open.

“Hello?” you call out, voice quiet so as to not disturb the three sleeping patients.

A familiar blonde-haired boy makes his way into the dim light of the med-hut. Newt, the Glades second-in-command, and one of your closest friends.

“Hey..” he says quietly, with a small smile on his face “What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same question” you respond with a cheeky grin.

Newt rolls his eyes and sits down next to you, smile never faltering.

“You know tonight is my turn to do the night watch” he says, watching you intently, seeming to realise the sheer exhaustion in your eyes.

“You never answered my question (y/n), what are you doing up?” he asks again gently, waiting for your response.

You sigh and run your hands on your face “it’s my turn to do the night shift tonight” you say, knowing fully well that by now it had to be one of the other boys’ turns. You simply don’t want to worry Newt, afterall he has a really important job in the Glade, and if he found out what the boys were making you do he would be livid.

Newt sighs and carefully moves closer to you, eyes never leaving your face “(y/n), I know that you took a night shift last night too, Alby told me. What are you still doing up, darling? Don’t lie to me”

You freeze, forgetting that Alby had in fact come to visit you last night. You realise there’s no point in trying to lie to him, you’ve never been able to lie to Newt, that’s why you guys are such close friends, he can always tell when something’s bothering you.

“I took tonight's shift too..” you say quietly, busying yourself with organising your desk so you wouldn’t have to see his face “it’s okay though-” 

Before you can say anything else Newt gently grabs your hand. The action makes you confused, and you turn to face him. His face is hard, clearly not liking what you’ve said.

“So you’ve worked the last 2 nights?” he asks quietly, before adding “How long has it been since you slept?” 

You pause “three days i think” you say almost sheepishly “it sounds worse than it is though Newt-”

Again you’re cut off by the boy in front of you. He looks incredibly mad now, not at you however.

“(y/n), darling, you cannot do this to yourself, okay? You need to rest, you’ll end up sick if you keep working yourself like this” he says gently, using a hand to gently caress your cheek

“Please, get some sleep for me”

You shake your head gently “I can’t Newt, the patients need someone to watch them..”

“So I’ll wake one of the other boys” Newt says with a shrug “they’ve been making you do their jobs, and that’s not on, okay? You deserve to rest, especially after a night shift. I’m going to tell Alby, and I promise you darling this will never happen again, alright?” he says, leaving no room for argument.

You nod your head, the tiredness now hitting you in waves.

“C’mon” Newt says, gently pulling you to your feet “your hammock or mine?”

It was a thing between the two of you to share hammocks some nights. Usually it was when one of you was having a tough day, or simply when it got too cold at night. Tonight seemed to be no exception.

“Yours please” you mutter, standing up. Newt smiles and begins to lead you out of the med-hut to where the hammocks are set up. The moon is full tonight, the light from it illuminating the tops of the trees in the Glade. It looked so peaceful like this, if you could ignore the sounds of the Grievers lurking in the maze. As you walk Newt turns around to look at you, making sure you're okay. His eyes are filled with concern. Soon enough, you both reach his hammock. You sit down and take off your shoes and then climb into the hammock, Newt following straight after. You settle into the hammock, your head resting on Newt's chest. He gently runs a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment.

You snuggle into him more "This is perfect. Thank you Newt" you say, lifting your head to place a soft kiss to his cheek. Newt freezes, not anticipating that. Before you can rest your head back on his chest he gently cups your face, looking down at you with soft eyes

“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining, darling” he says quietly, voice so soft and quiet.

You blush softly at his touch, leaning into his hand slightly.

“I just- you didn’t have to do this ... .just wanted to say thank you” you say softly, trying to avoid his gaze. You didn’t want him to see the blush on your face, knowing he’d tease you or worse, would figure out your feelings for him. By the way he’s looking at you it’s too late, he already knows just how much you like him.

“Hey” Newt says, gently turning your head so you guys are face-to-face “I would do anything for you…okay?” he says softly, the words almost flying away in the soft wind. If you weren’t looking at him you wouldn’t know he’d even uttered them. 

Your breath catches in your throat slightly. Is he saying what you think he’s saying?

“..you like me?” you ask after a beat.

Newt chuckles, the sound deep and comforting beneath your body

“(y/n), I like you. I adore you...you didn't know?” He chuckles again, seemingly amused at your obliviousness. “Is that okay?” he asks after a brief pause.

You feel like someone’s dumped a bucket of cold water on you. He likes you? Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been in love with Newt ever since you came to the Glade. He was the first person who showed you kindness, gently talking to you while showing you around the Glade. Before he can do or say anything else you press your lips to his. He’s taken aback for a second, before moving a hand to the side of your jaw and deepening the kiss. You can feel him smiling into the kiss, and you feel your lips involuntarily turn up. Eventually you have to break the kiss for air, but you don’t go far from each other, resting your forehead against his. 

“I really, really like you Newt..” you whisper. The smile Newt gives you is blinding, filled with love and sweetness and hope.

“That’s more than okay darling” he whispers back, a wide smile on his face.

You smile back, tiredness pulling at your eyes. Newt seems to notice this, and beckons you to lie down again.

“Go to sleep” he says quietly, smiling softly at you and wrapping an arm around you, hooking his chin over your head. You can hear his heartbeat, slow and unhurried. Safe. He places a soft kiss on the top of your head. The last thing you register before slumber pulls you in is Newt’s voice. 

“Sleep well (y/n)...words cannot describe how much I love you my darling”

You fall asleep with a happy heart and a smile on your face, looking forward to waking up next to the man you love.

#newt x reader #newt tmr #the maze runner #tmr #comfort #fanfic #drabble #romance

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starved - spencer reid x reader

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THE LIGHTS ARE out when Spencer slips back into your shared hotel room. Sleep still evades you as you hear the sink run in the bathroom, the rustle of clothes landing on the floor, and finally, Spencer's tentative footsteps as he slips into bed next you, careful not to let his skin brush yours.

"Where were you?" you murmur into the darkness. you hear him turn towards you just a bit, exhaling slightly as he faces you.

"Trying to figure something out," he whispers back. You can feel the warmth of his skin radiating out from where he lays across the bed, a phantom touch brushing your skin.

"For the case?" you ask, rolling over to face him. You hear him shake his head, your eyes beginning to adjust to the darkness as you look over at him.

"No... actually about you," he mutters, and you let out a tired laugh, propping you head up on your hand.

"Have you been profiling me, Dr. Reid?" you ask playfully, giggling when he stutters indignantly. You can barley make out a dull flush settling high on his cheekbones.

"No! I just- was curious about some of your habits, and I wanted to see if I could figure them out!" He shifts next to you, and you're convinced if he weren't lying next to you, his hands would be flying wildly.

"Alright then, give me the profile," you tease, resisting the urge to reach out and tap his nose.

"When was the last time someone touched you?" he asks, and before you can question him, he cuts you off. "I mean, really touched you. Hugged you like they never wanted to let go." his words are breathed softly, and you curl up into yourself, the weight of them slamming into you.

"Not for a very long time," you murmur, resting your head back on your pillow, eyes fluttering shut.

"The closest you ever let any of us is a handshake- you move out of the way whenever one of us is close, you don't like hugs, you keep clear barriers between you and everyone you interact with. But your body begs for touch- you lean into the little bit you allow yourself, you reach out for someone and then stop yourself. you're touch starved," he concludes quietly, and by the time he's done, the first tear has made its way down your cheek, dropping off your chin. You try to hide the way your shoulder shake, but it's no good.

"I hate that you're so good at profiling," you mutter through your tears, and you don't miss the way he inhales sharply when he hears your choked voice.

"Are you crying?" he asks gently, and you nod, reaching up to wipe one of your tears away. He takes a breath, hovering on the edge of a sentence.

"I, um- I completely understand if the answer is no, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way but can I...can I hold you?" he asks tentatively, and the words have just left his mouth before you're nodding frantically.

"Please, Spencer, please," you gasp, and you both move closer, your limbs practically shaking-

It's like mountains crashing, the way your bodies collide: his arms wrapping around you, your legs tangling with his, his hand cradling the back of your head as you bury it in his shoulder, you hands fisting in hoodie. His touch washing over, the heat and the warmth and the closeness, and a whimper leaves your lips.

"It's okay," Spencer breathes into your hair, pulling you closer, "i've got you. "i'm right here." His fingers work patterns up and down you back, his free hand cupping your face and wiping your tears away with his thumb.

"Try to get some sleep, okay?" he whispers, and you nod, burying your face back in his shoulder.

"Goodnight, spence," you respond, eyes fluttering shut, reveling in the feeling of being so close, so safe.

"Goodnight," he murmurs, tilting your cheek up and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You melt in his arms.

You wake with your legs still tangled, laying in Spencer's loose embrace. His stomach is flush with you back, wrapped around you, one arm thrown over your waist, his fingers resting on the strip of bare skin between your t-shirt and shorts. The warm brush of his fingers sends sparks through you.

You roll over carefully, trying not to wake him as you study his face. You take in the arch of his cheekbones and the hollows of his cheeks, his lashes, tangled together, the cupid's bow of his mouth, lips slightly parted.

Against your better judgement, you reach out and trace the shape of his lips.

You jump back when they twitch up into a smile underneath your finger. Spencer's eyes flutter open, a haze of sleep still coating him as he gazes at you across the pillow with a soft smile.

"Good morning," he greets you, sleep dragging his voice down an octave. You flush, tucking a messy strand of his hair behind his ear, his curls spread out over the pillow in a messy halo.

"Good morning," you respond with a shy smile. He cups your cheek in his hand, tilting your head up, your lids tilting shut as he lowers his face towards yours-

"Hey Reid, Hotch says it's time to get up- oh!" you and Spencer jump apart as JJ abruptly shuts the door. Spencer flops down on the pillow, face in his hands, as you giggle.

"Well, sweetheart," he says, sitting up, blankets tangling around his legs, "guess it's time to get up." He offers you a hand to help you out of bed, and you take it with a smile, pushing the blankets off yourself.

Sweetheart. You could get used to that.

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part 2

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marauders era characters as shit my friends have said prt 39?:

Regulus: Im having feelings again

Regulus: somebody sedate me

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Y/N: *sitting on her bed, reading. Hasn’t eaten all day*

Y/N: *looks up suddenly* Why do I hear boss music?

Newt: *kicks down the door* Y/N M/N L/N

Y/N: OH FUCK-

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pov the glade happens years after 2016 and the gladers still have their memories taken away but are confused when they suddenly have the urge to do pop culture things:

the boys, sitting around doing whatever:

minho, who fucking just whips and nay nays out of nowhere

gally: what?? the fuck was that???

minho: bro idek i just.. had to do it???

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Booze, Burgers, and Bartenders

summary: short love story involving rooster and penny's favorite bartender.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x fem reader

warnings: none really, just some mild language and minor angst (if you can even call it that)

author's note: wow!! thank you guys so much for all of the love on my second fic "just roommates". i don't have a lot to say about it because honestly i'm speechless! with that being said, this fic has been in the works for months now and i'm exhausted with it. i wanted to write this and get it out back in may but everything with college really held me back and then from there i've just been enjoying summer and have been putting it off. so i apologize for the wait, but i hope y'all enjoy it!! likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated :)

word count: 5.7k

“Penny! Where are the extra bottles of Budweiser?” you call out, body crouched just below the countertop of the bar in an effort to find a hidden Budweiser bottle behind all the Corona’s.

Somewhere in the bar, Penny shouts back to you, a muffled, “Just got a new shipment order in this morning! Check in the backroom, they’re probably still in their packaging!” reaches your ears.

Huffing, you force yourself back to a standing position, leaning your weight against the bar for a few seconds before pushing off and heading towards the backroom.

Flickering the light switch on once the door is fully open, you begin the tedious search for the famous beer the patrons preferred to order at Penny’s bar. Sighing to yourself, you grab a stool just in case the box was placed on one of the top shelves. Jaxson had a habit of doing that, he knew both yourself and Penny preferred the heavier boxes on the bottom shelves, but he somehow always managed to “forget” that important factor.

Crouching low you start with the bottom shelves before moving upwards. Luckily, Jaxson put the newest box of Budweiser’s one shelf above the middle. Lifting the box into your arms, you steady yourself before moving back out of the room and towards the bar.

Maneuvering around the tables and chairs scattered throughout the bar was easier said than done. It wasn’t until you were able to push the box onto the countertop that you could take a breath, leaning your body weight onto the bar again with a huff. Flicking your hair over your shoulder, you notice Penny coming into your field of vision, a sly grin on her face.

“Jaxson leave the box on the top shelf again?” she questions, quirking a curious brow in the process.

Pinning her with a joking glare you smile, “Not this time, but it’s still heavy.”

“Hey, I’ve been doing it for ten years, trust me hon, it doesn’t get much easier” she chuckles.

Throwing your head back with a groan, you grip the edges of the bar, leaning back on your heels, “I’m sure I’ll get used to it soon,” straightening back up on your two feet, you turn to face Penny again, fixing her with your stare and point in her direction, “but, if Jaxson continues to put new, heavy, boxes on the top shelf, I can’t guarantee he’ll be around forever.”

Penny lets out a snort and nods her head in understanding, “I’m right there with you, but until then,” she gets up from her seat at the bar and pats the box of beer twice, “let’s get these in the fridge.”

With a forced laugh and a mock salute, you let out a “You got it Pen,” and resume struggling against the bottles of booze.

~

Nights at the Hard Deck fluctuated. Weekdays were a little slow, apart from Friday nights, with Saturdays being the busiest. Not that you’re complaining since that’s when you receive the most tips. And having the local aviators around as eye candy wasn’t so bad, plus, they’re generous tippers.

Tonight though, there had been an abundance of new faces floating around the bar. Mainly naval aviators, not to your surprise, but the sheer amount that had been crowding the bar was just a tad overwhelming.

Even Jaxson was flustered, his eyes flitting back and forth from you to Penny in search of some assistance. Unfortunately for everyone, you each were too busy struggling with keeping up with your own sides of the bar, and just when you thought you had a second to breathe, another patron would waltz up to your side and ask for a drink.

Glancing over towards Penny, you notice her interacting with a brunette clad in a leather jacket, an easygoing smile accompanying the glint in his eyes as he spoke with her. Smirking to yourself, you keep this interaction in mind and turn back to the guy in front of you, grabbing a bucket, loading it with ice and the six coronas he ordered, popping the tab off one before handing it to him with a smile, “Here ya go.”

The blond shoots you a smile, and pats a hand on the bar, shouting a “thanks” back in your direction. Moving around your section, you plucked empty bottles off the bar top and disposed of them in the large trash bin under the bar. And just as you were about to grab a clean washrag to tend to simpler tasks than dealing with the local riff raffs of the bar, another patron squeezes their way up to your side of the bar.

Flicking your gaze over to the guy you shoot him a small smile, “I’ll be with you in a second.” Snatching the wash rag, you tuck it into your jean shorts and take two strides back to the bar, leaning your forearms on the top, you shoot the mystery man a small smile, and pose the million-dollar question, “What can I get ya?”

After mixing the jack and coke your customer requested, you accept the twenty and continue working around the bar, popping bottle-tops off Corona’s, Heineken’s, and the bar favorite, Budweiser. All while simultaneously wiping any spills off the countertop.

A few hours later, the Hard Deck is looking less and less crowded, with all the civilians having cleared out. Which allows for you to sidle over to Penny and pester her for the next two hours before closing, sipping on your Coca-Cola in the meantime.

“Haven’t seen you all night, how’d it go?” Penny questions, permanent smile on her face and a light in her eyes you haven’t seen in a while.

Quirking your head to the side, you raise your eyebrows, “Clearly not as eventful as yours,” you smirk. Wiggling your eyebrows you throw out a second question, “Who’s got you all hot and bothered?”

Penny giggles at your playfulness, swatting at you with her dishrag, “No one special.”

“Now that, is a lie if I’ve ever heard one.” you point at her with the pinky finger that had been resting around the bright red can you’ve been holding.

Bringing the can back up to your lips, you smile, “Wouldn’t have anything to do with that brunette with the brown leather jacket decorated in naval patches, would it?”

This earns you another swat from the dishrag.

Leaning away from her, your smirk grows wider, “I’m taking that as a yes.”

Penny playfully glares at you for the second time today, and peers around you, nodding her head in the direction of your side of the bar, “You’ve got another one.”

Giggling to yourself you turn your head in the direction Penny motioned to, the sight before you halting your giggling almost instantaneously.

Bradley Bradshaw.

Cussing under your breath, you take the last sip of your coke and turn to make your way towards him, receiving a swat from Penny’s dishrag in the process.

“Bradshaw.”

The man of the hour turns in his seat towards you, honey brown eyes gazing into yours for a brief moment before one side of his mouth quirks up into a half smile, “Hey.”

“What made the navy drag your ass back here for?” you ask, snorting at his attempt at remaining casual, folding your arms over each other, jutting your hip out in a stance that you hope comes across as vaguely threatening.

Bradley taps his thumb on the bar top and shoots you an award-winning smile, “I’m not really sure about that yet, sweets” he states, his voice coming out in a low rasp, while his eyes wander behind you towards the bottles of liquor.

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, you open your mouth to shoot him a smart-ass retort, but instead, choose to close it and offer up the same line you use on everyone else, “What can I get you to drink?”

Bradley refocuses his eyes back onto yours, lips forming into a frown at your lack of retaliation, “Bottle of Budweiser if you have any would be great.”

Moving on autopilot, you bend down and sort through the fridge for another Budweiser, gripping the bottle and popping the top off, before sliding it forward towards the tall hunk of muscle in front of you, “You opening up a tab?”

Bradley looks over towards the pool tables where his friends were gathered around, no doubt betting on who was going to have to pay for the next round of beers. Turning his attention back to you, he stands from his seat, pulling his wallet out from his back jean pocket and holds his card out to you, “If you don’t mind, that’d be great sweets” sending you a small smile in the process.

Plucking the card from his grasp, you send a sarcastic smile his way before turning to the computer to input his information.

Bradley lets his gaze linger on you for a moment, then sets off back to his friends.

Hangman is the first to comment on Bradley’s singular beer and the sour look on his face, earning him a rough shove from Phoenix.

Nat turns to face Bradley, offering a sympathetic look, “Didn’t go well I take it?” she mumbles.

Hangman snorts and gestures with his beer towards the bar where you’re currently standing with Penny, “Judging by the way she’s standing,” sucking a breath through his teeth, “I’d say it went swimmingly.”

Jake goes to sip his beer with a smirk on his lips, satisfied with his dig, until Natasha forcefully bumps his elbow, forcing his beer to miss his mouth and instead spill down his shirt. Glancing towards her, scowl present on his face, Nat flutters her eyelashes and pouts, “Oops.”

Bradley covers his laugh with a sip of his beer, looking towards the dart board as a distraction.

“Maybe you should go get cleaned up.” Phoenix smiles, her words sickeningly sweet and not up for debate.

Grumbling to himself, Jake gets up from his seat and makes his way towards the bathroom of the Hard Deck. Once he’s out of sight, Nat fixes her gaze on Bradley, “Alright, tell me what’s going on.”

A huff slips past Bradley’s lips and he slumps into the seat adjacent to Phoenix, “That’s the thing Nat, it’s not really going anywhere.”

Nursing her own beer, Nat plays with the perspiration sliding down the bottle, “It’s probably gonna take some time Bradley. You can’t just show up after not talking to her for a year,” sparing you a brief glance she watches the way you smile and pop a cap off the bottle for a customer you’d been serving for the better half of the night, “stuff like that actually bothers a girl yaknow” emphasizing her words with a pointed look.

Bradley taps his thumb against the tabletop, a low groan leaving his throat, “I know Nat, I just didn’t know how to tell her I was being deployed for six months and then dealing with the Uranium mission on top of that,” he pauses briefly to sip on his beer, “It’s not fair to her.”

Natasha nods briefly, understanding where he’s coming from, “I get that, but that’s not your decision to make.” Pointing at him with her bottle briefly, she maneuvers it to gesture towards you, “She’s a big girl, she can make her own decisions.”

Bradley nods his head in understanding, moving his gaze to survey the room briefly, a red blush painting his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Sensing how flustered he was Nat slaps the table and shoots him a sympathetic smile, “I’m going to get us a few more beers from our favorite girl. When I get back, you’re going to be done with all that sulking and were going to kick Coyote and Hangman’s asses in eight ball.”

An, “In your dreams hot shot,” settling over both Natasha’s and Bradley’s ears, the pair rolling their eyes simultaneously at the overconfident voice of Jake Seresin.

~

“Ready to start cleaning up? It’s twenty minutes before we close.” Penny asks, the clinking of glass bottles ringing in your ears when she tosses them into the trash.

Peeking at her from over your shoulder you send an exhausted smile her way, “Definitely, tonight’s rush took a lot out of me.”

Biting her lower lip, Penny begins wiping down the counter, “That the only thing that took a lot out of you tonight? Or did a certain tall, mustached naval aviator have something to do with it?”

She doesn’t look over at you when you whip your head to glare at her, instead choosing to continue to innocently wipe at the sticky bar top.

“Don’t start.”

Moving away from her, you begin to collect the remaining empties and toss them in the trash.

Ignoring her for another ten minutes, you busy yourself by sweeping up around the front of the building, avoiding Bradley and his lingering group of friends.

Maneuvering back to the bar, you grab the remaining glasses and bring them to the dishwasher in the backroom. Once you’ve loaded it up, you put in the dishwasher detergent and start it on a regular cycle, heading back out to the bar to help Penny finish up.

Gripping the rag in your hand you begin wiping down any places Penny may have missed, hyper fixating on the task at hand to avoid looking over at the man who ghosted you a year ago.

Penny eases herself into the space you were occupying, placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt at gaining your attention. Looking up to the ceiling you breathe out, turning your head to give her your full attention. An apologetic smile is what meets you and you instantly feel your resolve soften.

“I’m only going to say this once, and from now on I won’t mention it.” Nodding her head in Bradley’s direction she continued, “He’s a good guy Hon, but unfortunately, he’s still a guy. And guys make stupid mistakes. Trust me,” an eye roll from her ensuing shortly after.

“I’m not telling you that you need to forgive him, but maybe hear him out?” she coaxes.

Looking over towards him, you watch as his drunken form laughs with his friends, “I’ll think about it Pen.”

“Okay honey,” leaning away from you she squeezes your shoulder, “Oh and I’ve gotta go pick up Amelia, soo could you close up?” she pleads.

Throwing your head up, you laugh, “Oh I see, just trying to butter me up so you can sneak out to go be with that Naval officer.”

Penny bites her lip at the thought and begins heading for the door, “Not yet, but maybe eventually,” she vocalizes, shooting you a wink in the process. “Alright guys and gals, time to go!” she calls out to the last group lingering at the back of the bar.

The blond calls back to her, “You got it Pen!”

Giggling to yourself, you finish up a few more tasks as the remaining aviators file out. Going to the storage room to grab some beers to restock the fridges for the following day, it’s always easier on you guys the next day if you restock the night before.

Heading back out to the bar you notice the handsome aviator you’ve been avoiding all night, sitting right where he had been earlier that night.

“Heyyy” Bradley smiles, clearly drunk judging by the flush that’s blossomed over his cheeks, neck, and ears.

Chuckling to yourself, you let an amused smile crawl across your face, “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again?”

Bradley hiccups and leans his head on the bar top, “I need to,” another hiccup interrupts him before he continues, “close out my tab” he rasps.

Nodding to yourself, you go over to the computer and close out his tab, printing his receipt and wrapping it around his card, you turn back to him and place the card on the bar top, sliding it towards his drunken form.

Bradley looks you over and smiles, “You’re really pretty.”

Choosing not to laugh at his words you fold your arms over each other and smile at him, “How are you getting home, Bradley?”

He hums, still looking you over in a daze, “I drove.”

Shifting a little in his seat, he uses one arm to reach into his back pocket, presenting you with the keys to his infamous blue bronco, jingling them in front of you with a goofy smile on his face.

Leaning towards him you grip your hand around his, easing the keys from his hand into yours. His eyes watching your hand as it encloses around his.

“I’ll be taking those big boy.”

Bradley groans, reaching his arms out towards you as you lean away from him, “Nooo, come back, I need those.” he whines out.

Shaking your head you muffle a chuckle at his drunkenness, “Bradshaw you can’t drive yourself home,” nibbling on your lower lip you spit the words out before you can take them back, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Bradley shoots his head up at your statement, “You’re taking me, where?” he questions.

Rounding the bar, you grab your purse in the process heading towards Bradley, “I am going to take you home.”

“How do you know where I live?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Cute.

Smirking at him, you quirk your own eyebrow, “I’m a witch.”

Bradley points at you lazily and whispers, “If you’re a witch, then tell me what I’m thinking about right now.” Promptly closing his eyes afterwards.

Looking up, you shake your head, smile growing wider on your face, “Burgers” you declare confidently, crossing your arms in the process. As if this motherfucker didn’t spend every waking minute with you for a year.

His eyes instantly open, mouth dropping in amazement, an emphasized “Yes” leaving his lips.

Offering your hand to him, you give him a small nod, “We can get some on the way home if you want?”

Bradley eyes you skeptically, “You promise?”

Smiling, you fold your fingers in, leaving your pinky out for him, “I promise.”

Slowly, Bradley wraps his own pinky around yours, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Alright, let’s get going. Joey’s Burgers sounds amazing right now.” Giving his hand a squeeze, you lead the way out of the bar, Bradley stumbling behind you, mumbling about some triple patty burger that they recently added to the menu.

Once the two of you managed to make it out the front door, you turned back to lock up, Bradley leaning his head on your shoulder as you did, making it a little more difficult to maneuver around in the process.

“Okay tiger, lets get you in the car.”

Leaning his weight on you some more, he scrunches up his face in confusion, “I’m not tiger, I’m rooster.”

Lugging his weight across the graveled parking lot and towards the bronco, you snicker at his words, “I know Bradley, it’s just a nickname.”  Earning a low groan from Bradley in response.

Once you’ve made it to the bronco, you focus on getting Bradley’s passenger door open, all while he leans more and more of his weight on you, at this rate the navy should just hire you if you can lug a full-grown man around a dark gravel parking lot.

After you’ve managed to get the door open, you coax Bradley into the passenger seat with the promise of burgers and a movie once you got him home. Rounding the car after ensuring he’s buckled himself in and jumping into the driver's seat.

Looking over towards him, you note the way he’s leaned his head against the window, arms folded over each other, in what you could only guess is an attempt at staying warm. Mindful of his potentially cold state, you don’t bother with turning the air conditioning on, and keep the volume of the radio low, trying to allow Bradley to relax as much as possible. He’s lucky he’s cute when he’s drunk.

Pulling out of the parking lot of the Hard Deck, you make your way down the street to Joey’s Burgers, ordering two large fries, two medium soda’s, one triple patty burger for Bradley, and one regular cheeseburger (with only ketchup) for yourself. Then continuing your mission of getting Bradley back home for the night before he’s sobered enough to realize he’d not only let you drive him home, but also from the driver’s seat of his beloved bronco.

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Parking Bradley’s bronco wasn’t an issue, however, getting Bradley to move out of his passenger seat was.

Pleadingly, you rushed out a whispered, “Bradley, please get out of the car, you can’t stay in there all night.”

Receiving only an annoyed grumble in response, you tried again in the form of bribery, “I got you your favorite burger from Joey’s, if you get out of the car you can eat it while we watch a movie.”

This gets his attention and before you know it, you’re lugging Bradley out of his seat and across the parking lot. Somehow, he’s gotten heavier in the past twenty minutes of your drive. Mumbling to no one in particular, you let out a low, “He’s got a lot of groveling to do after this.” Huffing out a breath, you manage to pull him up the steps of the cozy one-story house, forcing Bradley to lean against the wall while you unlock the door.

Once you’ve managed to get the door open, you pull the brunette aviator over the threshold and towards the couch, kicking the door closed once you’ve made it inside.

The grey couch that had been centered towards the edge of the living room absorbs a drunk Bradley Bradshaw into its cushions, earning a content hum from him in response.

Throwing yourself down next to him, an audible sigh slips past your lips, leaning your head against the cushions in an attempt at seeking a moment of comfort before you inevitably must help Bradley into bed.

Lolling his head to the side Bradley fixes his gaze on you, eyes trailing across the expanse of your face, when the question, “What happened to my burger?” comes tumbling out of his mouth.

A sharp laugh is what Bradley gets in response, along with a, “I swear you become more and more like a dog as the night goes on.” Bradley is too drunk to understand what that’s supposed to mean, so instead, he widens his eyes and tilts his head a little, a silent question in regard to the aforementioned burger.

Yep, definitely dog like.

Swiping the bag of burgers and fries from the table, you pull Bradley’s special burger; along with a few napkins, out and hand them over to the man of the hour, who immediately starts to gobble it down like he hasn’t eaten in days.

While the man who resembles a golden retriever consumes his food next to you, you start the venture of looking for a movie you wouldn’t mind focusing your attention on until Bradley falls asleep, settling on “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days”.

Settling into the couch again, you curl your legs up underneath you and proceed to snack on the fries you’d gotten.

Everything was calm, for a total of thirty seconds.

Your peace being ruined by an overgrown buffoon looming over you to steal one of your fries from its container.

“You know, I got you your own fries,” you snicker, side-eyeing the Topgun graduate who has resorted to looking like a kicked puppy from your scolding.

“Yours tastes better.”

Snorting at the remark, you shake your head in exasperation, “Finish your food and if you’re still hungry, you can have some of mine.”

Seemingly pleased with the compromise, Bradley gets comfortable on the couch once more, and continues with consuming the fried potato.

After some time has passed, Bradley satisfied with his food and no longer pestering you for yours, you make an attempt to clean up. Which is instantly foiled by a tipsy Bradley Bradshaw, “Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you Bradley,” you wave him off, continuing your advances towards the kitchen.

Bradley forces himself off of the couch, stumbling after your composed form, “Sure seemed like it earlier.”

Tossing the leftover food in the trash, you grab a paper towel and the spray bottle of cleaner he always left under the sink, “And I don’t recall you being particularly sober within the past two hours.”

A small smirk graces Bradley’s lips while he leans his body weight against the doorframe of the kitchen arms folded over each other, “I had a triple patty burger from Joey’s an hour ago.”

Rolling your eyes at his retort, you push past him to get back to his living room, “You’re welcome then.”

Like a piece of gum on the bottom of your shoe, Bradley follows after you, “You don’t have to clean.”

Better than having to look at him while he’s sober and engage in this conversation.

Pulling your eyebrows together, you force yourself to concentrate on the coffee table littered with grease stains from the bag and a few misplaced French fries, completely ignoring Bradley’s piercing gaze.

Hearing him sigh, your gaze breaks from the table and flits to where he’s standing. Looks more like leaning to you since he’s clearly still feeling some of the effects of the alcohol. As your eyes roam over his figure, you take in his posture, his arms, and lastly his eyes, which are locked on yours and the way you’re examining him.

Looking up to the ceiling, you huff, bending to your full height. Abandoning the damp paper towel on the semi-clean coffee table before you address him.

“I don’t hate you.”

Bradley’s eyebrows lift, one side of his mouth quirking up in a half-hearted smirk, mustache following suit, “So you’ve said.”

Your eyebrows crease while your eyes pinch, fixing him with a glaring look, “But I don’t appreciate being led on for months either,” your tone heavy in the way you spoke to him.

Bradley visibly winces at the jab, “I know, not my proudest moment.”

Crossing your arms over each other, you jut your hip out, “Why’d you do it then?”  

Bradley crosses the room slowly, moving closer to your defensive stance with a slowness that resembled someone afraid of spooking a baby deer, “I didn’t want you to get caught up in all my shit.”

“One mission for six months is bad enough,” he pauses, “Another mission with no guarantee of survival a month after the last isn’t something I wanted to put you through.”

Your frown that you’d adorned for majority of this conversation, deepens, “That’s not something you get to decide, Bradley.”

A forced chuckle slips past your lips, “I’m a big girl, I’ve been able to make my own decisions for myself, for years. I don’t need you and your hero complex thinking you can make those decisions for me.”

Your eyes roam his face scowl still prominent. Finally uncrossing your arms, you poke a finger into his chest, “You should be able to trust me enough to tell me those things, and allow me to decide if it’s too much,” you pause taking a step back, hand retreating back to your side, “or if I care about you enough to stick around.”

Bradley tenderly reaches for the hand you’d forced back to your side, threading his fingers through yours, “I know, trust me I do. I just thought I’d be protecting you,” he breathes out, using his hand to bring you closer to him.

Your hardened gaze softens at his words, he thought he could protect you from himself, from heartache.

Settling your other hand on his chest, you tilt your chin up, the height difference between the two of you showing in the close distance you’re in.

“Like I said before,” you whisper, “That kind of decision I can make on my own.”

Bradley’s eyes are half-lidded as he looks at you, processing your words and what to do next with them.

Silence falls over the two of you, the only noise emanating from the tv next to you.

Breaking his gaze, you look behind him to see the clock hanging from the wall that’s surrounded by framed pictures of his parents along with a few pictures of himself with some of his squadron, taking note of the time.

Glancing back to him, you mumble, “You should probably go to bed.”

Bradley huffs at your suggestion but makes no move to argue.

Instead, he grips your other hand in his and pulls you closer, tilting his head to the side, “Tuck me in?”

Laughing to yourself at his suggestion, you give him a small nod, taking the lead down the hall to his bedroom, “Sure, do you want some warm milk while were at it?” you tease.

Bradley hums from behind you, “Now that you mention it,” he trails off, biting his lower lip to contain his laughter.

“Keep dreaming aviator,” you chortle.

“Oh I intend to,” is the retort you get in return.

Turning into his bedroom you push him towards his closet and gesture for him to change, turning your back to him in an attempt to avoid being distracted by his charm and physique, reacquainting yourself with his bedroom instead.

Not much has changed apart from the bedding which had gone from a pale blue to a darker green.

A raspy, “I’m decent,” makes its way to your ears and you turn to look for the source. Intaking a sharp breath at the sight of Bradley Bradshaw in a plain white t-shirt, and boxers, eyes roaming the expanse of his body before deciding you’ve ogled him too much.

Moving your eyes away from his lower half, you make your way to the closet in search of your own shirt and boxer combo, cause if you’re staying there’s no way you’re staying in your “The Hard Deck” tank top and jean shorts.

Wordlessly, Bradley sidles up behind you and reaches for his old training tee from his first days at Topgun, handing you the shirt and a pair of gray boxers to match.

Mumbling a soft “Thanks”, you make sure he turns all the way around before stripping down to put the new garments on.

Once comfortable, you glance to the opposite side of the bed Bradley’s in, fiddling with your fingers as you fight yourself on whether or not you can trust yourself with him again.

Screw it.

Acting before fully thinking through your decision, you climb into bed beside him, hiding under the covers for some warmth, and maybe from Bradley.

It’s Bradley’s warm hands that bring you out of your thoughts, hooked around your waist and pulling you to him, “You’re thinking too loud,” he mumbles, one leg slotting between yours.

Reaching up with your right hand, you glide your fingers through his locks, earning a sigh of content from him, “I just don’t want to get hurt again,” you confess, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.

The confession has Bradley propping himself up onto his elbow, his free hand finding your own, putting it square against his, measuring the sizes of your individual palms, slotting his fingers between your own once he’s satisfied.

“I can’t promise that being with me will never hurt,” he states, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Sighing, he continues, “I don’t know if something will happen to me when I’m in the air.”

You nod solemnly at his confession, running everything over in your head, the pros and cons of being with him, loving him. What that might do to you.

Bradley tilts his head toward yours, catching your eyes once more, “But,” he pauses, “I can promise that I’ll never voluntarily hurt you again, and I will do everything in my power to come home to you.” He finishes, voice shaky and his eyes displaying a vulnerability you’ve never seen before.

Scanning his honey-colored irises, you search for any doubt he may have hidden, finding none, a soft smile graces your lips.

Leaning forward, you nudge your forehead against his, eyes fluttering closed at the contact, “Okay” you whisper.

Opening your eyes to scan his face, trailing along the faint freckles that litter his cheeks, your smile widens, “but this is your last shot Bradshaw, don’t ruin it,” you tease.

Bradley grins back at you before closing the gap between the two of you, slotting his lips against yours in a kiss that had been a long time coming; by at least a year.

His tongue traces the bottom of your lip and without much coaxing, you open your mouth enough for him to slip his tongue in, maneuvering his body over yours for easier access. Bradley slides his hands down your frame to trace circles into your hip, while the other braces himself next to you.

Breaking the kiss, Bradley maneuvers his lips down towards your exposed neck, trailing open mouthed kisses lower each time before coming back to your lips, catching them with his over and over until the two of you have settled into a relaxed state, lazy open-mouthed kisses replacing the urgent ones you were enacting before.

Gently reaching your hand up, you slot your fingers into Bradley’s tousled locks, tugging ever so slightly, earning a low groan from him in response.

Smiling to yourself, you slot your lips against his one last time before leaning back, appraising him with a gentle smile adorning your lips, “I thought we agreed on sleep?”

Chuckling, Bradley moves a stray hair out of your face, “Sweets, will you please put me out of my misery and go on a date with me?”

Clicking your tongue, you drag him down closer to you, snuggling into his chest as you make yourself comfortable.

 “Mmm, dating the bartender, huh? Hope it’s for more than free drinks,” you quiz, trailing a hand down to his abs, tracing each one with your fingers.

A tender kiss is placed to the crown of your head, while one large hand sneaks under the back of your shirt, tracing small circles across your skin, “Definitely.”

Humming, you close your eyes, content with the warmth emanating from Bradley and his tender touches, “That’s nice.”

Bradley chuckles at your drowsy state, “So is that a yes?”

He receives a chaste kiss that’s pressed to his shirt, right where his heart is as you mumble out, “It’s a yes Bradshaw.”  

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the fact that the first female human experience barbie goes through is being self conscious and experiencing sexual harassment mirrors how growing up as a girl one day you’re okay and the next all of a sudden you feel bad about your appearance and are receiving unwanted advances is something that can be so fucking important to be recognized in film

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Memorable days

Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: On Yelena's first real Christmas, you decide to give her a very special —and fluffy— gift.

Requested by anons: Hey! I love Seaside! Can I request an Avengers au where Yelena is with the team and during Christmas, Reader is the last one to give a gift and she gives Yelena a puppy?

and

Hello, love! Can you do a Yelena x reader where Reader surprises Yelena with a puppy and that's how she gets Fanny?

A/N: I combined these two requests, and I hope you guys like it <3. I feel like maybe I could have written this better, I've been having a bit of trouble with creativity lately, but I hope it's still good.

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"No no, a little more to the left." You instructed Steve, tilting your head slightly to the side as you inspected the tree.

Steve moved the huge Christmas tree with ease, pushing it to the left, in the middle of the Compound's living room. It was December 1st, and you had made it your mission to give the Avengers base the Christmas spirit that it deserved.

Tony had happily lent you his credit card and you didn't spare expenses. Buying everything, from the tree that stood up taller than you, to the many blinking lights and decorations. Even if it was late at night already, you couldn't wait one more day to start decorating the place.

You only needed help in placing the tree. "I think now it's perfect." You exclaimed excitedly, smiling at the tree that for now stood bare in the living room.

Steve chuckled, with his hands on his waist as he looked through all the decorations you had sprawled out on top of the couch. "Are you sure you don't want to do this tomorrow?"

"No, I'm fine doing it on my own, the tree at least. You guys can help with the lights outside and the other decorations." You bit your lip to contain a huge smile, wanting to already wake up to the sight of the Christmas tree in all its glory.

"Okay, have fun kid." With a pat on your shoulder, Steve made his way to his room.

Looking through all the decorations, you picked up the lights first, deciding that it would be easier to put up the other ornaments on the tree once the lights were already placed. You carefully rounded them along the whole tree, being extra gentle when moving the branches. When you were done, you turned off the main light in the living room, only leaving the one in the kitchen for you to see your steps. Once you plugged the Christmas lights in, their colorful glow lit up the whole living room, painting it in all kinds of colors.

You smiled, already feeling engulfed by the warmth that came with this time of year. Walking back to the tree, you were too busy making final adjustments to the lights to notice a pair of eyes on you.

Yelena was on her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of water when she passed through the living room. Her steps came to a halt as soon as she saw the colorful lights, they stood out beautifully in the otherwise dark room. A sharp breath escaped her, the only Christmas tree that Yelena ever saw was a fake one.

This one, however, was real. And by the content smile on your face, it was being made with love.

Yelena brought her arms around herself, feeling the cold wind of the night hit her bare legs as her heart rate increased. In a way, she felt like she was intruding, being a part of something that wasn't meant to be hers, as much as she may want it to be.

You caught sight of her just as she was about to leave. "Yelena, hi. I'm sorry I didn't see you there." Your smile was bright, the sight of Yelena in a long sleeve pajama shirt and shorts made a faint blush come to your cheeks. Her skin and eyes were shining with the soft, colorful glow of the lights you were just messing with, she was beautiful.

Yelena gave you a tight smile. "I was just getting water."

"I'm setting up the tree, I know it's late but I wanted to have it ready by morning." You smiled sheepishly, fidgeting with the small Santa ornament in your hands. "You are welcome to join me if you want."

Yelena tugged gently at the fabric of her shirt, unsure if she should accept your offer or not. She could remember the fake Christmas scenario of her childhood, the empty gifts, the memory hurt more than she would care to admit.

She took slow steps towards you, watching carefully as the lights danced on top of her skin. She avoided your eyes as she walked. Stopping right beside you, she reached out a hand to touch a small snowman ornament that was already on the tree.

You watched her every move, simultaneously feeling your heart swell with affection. Yelena would never know how loving and gentle she was in your eyes.

Yelena was so focused on the tree and the lights, that she felt instant goosebumps on her skin when you touched her other hand, tenderly running your fingers along her palm and bringing her hand up. Her eyes moved to yours slowly, she gulped the lump in her throat when she saw your adoring smile.

She could see the reflection of the Christmas lights in your eyes, shining brighter than ever. You placed the small Santa on her hand and closed her fingers around it. Sometimes, Yelena wondered if you could read her mind, feel her emotions.

Pulling her hand away, Yelena neatly placed the Santa on the tree. Her lips tilted up in a bright, genuine smile, you had just given her a first real Christmas.

That night, Yelena realized she had fallen in love with you.

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The 25th came faster than ever, and the Avengers Compound was more colorful than ever before. Christmas lights, Santas, and little snowmen were everywhere. There was a Christmas wreath on everyone's door, and an extra big one at the main entrance door. The Christmas tree stood out, glowing and filled with decorations and presents beneath it.

Tony had made sure everyone on the team wore a Christmas sweater, at least for the day. Some of them complained, but in the end, even Natasha put a sweater on.

And, everyone was happy. You could feel your chest filling up with warmth and love for your found family. The whole team took the day off to enjoy Christmas together, you had made hot chocolate for everyone to drink while the presents were exchanged.

The Compound was filled with laughter and lighthearted banter for the whole evening, as you were all gathered in the living room.

You made sure to buy a gift for everyone on the team, and when all the other presents were given you got up to grab your last one. Arguably, the most important. However, everyone was loudly talking amongst themselves, as a random Christmas movie played in the background. Tony stood in the middle of the living room, telling a story about his Christmas from two years ago that had your teammates breaking down in laughter. It was chaotic. You loved it, but for your gift to a certain blonde, it was too chaotic.

Your eyes moved to Yelena, who was sitting on the couch with her knees up to her chest and a small smile on her lips. The snow that could be seen falling behind her on the window and the soft glow of the fireplace on her skin gave her an ethereal look. She was enchanting to you. Her red and green sweater fitted her perfectly, her long hair was down and looked incredibly soft. Her eyes were gentle, and even though she still sometimes isolated herself from the others, you were happy to see her slowly opening up.

Biting your lip, you sat back down. Deciding it was best to give Yelena's gift in private. You knew this was her first Christmas so you wanted it to be special. Besides, your choice of gift required a calmer environment.

Yelena glanced at you when you made yourself comfortable beside her, it didn't go unnoticed to her that she was the only one who didn't receive a gift from you. It stung her heart, but she chatted with you like she hadn't even noticed you forgot her.

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The sun had already set when Yelena heard a quiet knock on her door. She had been sulking in her bed since the festivities ended.

She sat up, running a hand through her hair before saying. "It's open."

You opened the door and peered in, a shy smile forming on your lips at the sight of a rather disheveled Yelena sitting cross-legged on her bed. "Hi Lena, can I come in?"

Yelena nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion when you entered her room with a big box in your hands. You struggled to close her door as said box seemed to move, almost falling from your grasp, only furthering the blonde's confusion. Eventually, you managed, and came to sit beside her on the bed.

You looked up at her, your features still timid. It was endearing, the expectant look she was giving you, the way her hair fell just slightly over her eyes and onto her shoulders. You had to stop your hands from reaching out to her.

"What you got in there?" Yelena raised an eyebrow at you.

You chuckled, fidgeting with your hands. "So um- I wasn't able to give you your gift earlier, because it was a bit too chaotic, and I wanted it to be perfect." Your last words came out quieter, your eyes avoiding hers and glancing down at the bedsheets.

Yelena felt her mouth go dry in anticipation. She looked at the box now laid on her bed and back at you, opening her mouth yet being unable to form words. A distant, bruised part of her soul was half expecting the box to be empty.

You gently pushed said box towards Yelena, stifling a laugh when you felt the little surprise moving inside it.

With shaky hands Yelena reached out for the box, shooting a last glance at you for confirmation that this was really for her. She unwrapped the red ribbon with ease, opening the box slowly, feeling her body tense.

Before Yelena could fully open the box, she heard a quiet whine, and then a small white and caramel dog stuck her head out of the box. The cute animal looked around curiously, her little nose smelling Yelena's hand.

All the while your eyes didn't leave her, you didn't even blink. Holding your breath as you waited for her reaction to the gift you had been planning for weeks now.

And Yelena didn't have a reaction at first, she only stared at the dog that was now gently licking the tip of her fingers. Her soft fur and pointy, darker ears resembled a wolf in some ways.

Only after a moment of quietness that you noticed Yelena's lower lip trembling, and the way that her bottom eyelids slowly filled with water. You reached out a comforting hand, touching her shoulder and trailing your hand up to the side of her head to put stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Merry Christmas Yelena." You kept your tone gentle so as to not disrupt the moment.

The first tear escaped Yelena's eye when your words snapped her out of her trance, and you fought the urge to pull her into an embrace. "You got me a dog?" Her words were barely above a whisper.

You smiled and glanced down at the puppy. "I happened to overhear you talking to Natasha one day, about how much you wanted a dog. So I talked to her, and Tony, and we decided it was okay to have a mascot." You chuckled, gently running your fingers through Yelena's hair when you noticed her trembled breaths.

Yelena quickly wiped her eyes, feeling a distant shiver run up her spine at your touch, now with a huge smile coming to her face. She picked up the small dog and brought it to her lap, her eyes were filled with wonder as she scratched behind the puppy's ear.

"I don't even know what to say." Yelena had never sounded so happy to you.

Moving to sit closer to her, you started petting to dog as well, laughing lowly when she nibbled at your fingers. "You don't have to say anything, it's enough to me to see you this happy." The words came out of your mouth before you could fully think them through.

You glanced up when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You felt your body freeze momentarily with the intensity of Yelena's gaze, you could lose yourself in her eyes any day.

None of you noticed the way you were moving closer to each other until your noses were almost touching. Yelena closed her eyes for a brief second, when she opened them again, one of her hands came up to cup your cheek. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Her words were a breath against your lips. You couldn't hold yourself back from closing the gap between you, pressing your lips to hers in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft, moving with yours in tandem until you pulled back.

You breathed out heavily, only half aware of the puppy making her way to your lap and chewing on your sweater. Your nose bumped into Yelena's, she didn't move away and neither did you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't-"

Yelena cut you off by kissing you again, more eagerly this time. Bringing both her hands to your cheeks and holding you against her almost desperately.

She only pulled away when a tiny bark sounded from your lap. You felt her smile against your lips, and the little peck she gave to the side of your mouth just about made your heart melt with love.

Looking at Yelena right now, her lips redder and cheeks flushed, messy hair with a small smirk on her lips; you knew this would be one of your favorite memories.

"So, what should we name her?"

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Blue hoodie

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin fell for a girl with a blue hoodie.

Requested by anons: robin and reader being a secret couple and one day robin steals one of reader's hoodies and steves like wait a minute because he saw reader wearing it only a few days before and robin x reader where they are supposed to be studying in the library after school but instead they are making out in the girls bathrooms

A/N: Yeah, I got a bit carried away; can't help myself, Robin is my girl <3.

Masterlist

The cold wind was announcing the inevitable arrival of the winter; leaves were rustling with the breeze in the same direction as the many clouds in the sky.

Robin sat by a lonely swing, dirty sneakers kicking the brown, dead leaves on the ground. The ring on her finger clicked against the chain holding the wooden swing. She was waiting for Steve, who was supposed to meet her ten minutes ago, she wasn't surprised by his delay.

Strands of hair flew in front of her eyes, she hugged her coat closer to herself. Two kids passed by on the street, both on bikes and short-sleeved shirts; she wondered if they felt the cold.

After two more minutes of swinging back and forth, Steve's red car appeared in her line of sight. Robin didn't bother getting up, her bright eyes followed Steve as he opened his door. The day was grey and cold, yet Steve was smiling and talking.

Robin saw the reason why shortly after. The passenger door of his car opened and a girl stepped out.

An annoyed groan escaped Robin, it was supposed to be just them, she'd be giving Steve a piece of her mind later for bringing along whatever girl he was trying to date.

You walked away from the car, falling into step with Steve while stuffing your hands into your hoodie's pockets to try and chase away the cold wind piercing at your skin.

"Hey Robin, sorry we're a bit late, I had to stop by to pick someone up." Steve leaned against one of the wood beams holding Robin's swing, looking at you with a grin.

"You invited me, dude." You playfully frowned at him, hugging yourself and shifting on your stance; your eyes darting momentarily to the pretty girl on the swing.

Steve chuckled, "I hope you don't mind I invited Y/N, you remember I told you about her right? My friend from middle school?"

Robin's gaze focused on you, pursing her lips and instantly loving how the shade of blue of your hoodie complimented your skin. "Yeah, I do remember."

You smiled, an adorable tilt of lips as you walked forward and offered your hand for Robin to shake. Which she did, simultaneously cursing her suddenly sweaty palms.

By the end of that day, after you made Robin laugh like never before, held her hand on the roller coaster of the local fun fair, and kissed her cheek goodbye before climbing onto the car; Robin knew she was a goner.

For the ten months after you two met, you became Robin's safe place.

Funnily enough, you were wearing the same blue hoodie when Robin had the courage to finally kiss you.

It was sleepover night, Robin invited you over with a promise of cool movies, snacks, and games. You sat on her bed, Robin's head resting on your lap while you discussed which band was better.

"I still stand by my choice Buckley, Beatles all the way." You leaned back on your hand, fingers threading through Robin's hair. You had a lazy smile, memorizing how pretty her eyes were, looking up at you under the soft yellow light of her room.

"They are good, Blondie is better though." Robin tugged on the strings of your hoodie, eyes half closed with your soothing touch.

"Only in your world." You whispered, not caring much for the argument anymore.

Robin opened her eyes fully, with a witty reply at the ready that got stuck in her tongue when her gaze found yours already fixed on her. She exhaled sharply, her heart pumping blood much faster than it should; and she thought about how much she wanted to kiss you right now.

"What's stopping you?" asked your quiet voice; and Robin gulped down a massive lump in her throat because the words somehow slipped from her mind and were thrown in the open for you. She was frozen for a moment, her chest hurting from the pressure of her beating heart and body cold with goosebumps.

Until your words downed on her, and Robin was sitting up slowly. Your places on the bed left little to no space between you, Robin could feel your unsteady breathing on her lips and she took a leap of faith when she grasped the collar of your hoodie, pulling your lips towards hers with a passion that could easily pass as true love.

And for the next two months after your first kiss, Robin considered herself the luckiest person in the world for being able to call you hers.

Robin twirled the dark blue string of the hoodie between her fingers, bright and excited eyes fixed on the clock right above the board. She was counting the seconds for the class to just be over already.

There was a tap on her shoulder, breaking her intense stare. Robin looked up, doe eyes meeting rather annoyed ones from her teacher.

"I'm seeing that empty textbook, Ms. Buckley." The older woman raised a neat eyebrow, making Robin duck her head and hurriedly pick up her discarded pen.

She leaned her head on her palm, writing down the equations she was sure she wouldn't be able to finish before class ended. The heels of the teacher clicked against the floor, birds sang outside taunting Robin of the freedom she currently lacked and Christina whispered something to Lindsay two tables in front of Robin's, both girls giggling; yet the only sound Robin wanted to hear was the school's bell.

It's a little stupid, she knows it, waiting so eagerly just to see you as if she hadn't walked through the school's doors this morning with you by her side. But Robin never was the lucky one, she never had anyone before you and her little heart felt like jumping out of her chest every time she smelled the faint scent of your perfume on the hoodie.

It was so unmistakably yours that she could fool her mind into believing it was you hugging her. With light blue color, darker on the sleeves, and a dark silhouette of a cat on the front; you had given it to her this morning. Robin felt butterflies on her stomach upon thinking about the recent memory;

Your hands were warm, cupping Robin's cheeks and making the girl melt against you. "I can't believe you didn't bring an extra coat, it's almost winter Robin, come on." Your tone was half scolding but your smile was a lovesick one.

Robin took a step closer, her eyes darting down to your lips and if it wasn't for the school's student-filled parking lot she'd be kissing you now.

"I was in a rush, Steve was already waiting at my driveway and I didn't even have my pants on."

You chuckled, fingers brushing through Robin's fringe. You shrugged off your hoodie, confident that the wool sweater underneath would keep you warm. "Put this on."

"But, what about you?" Robin pouted, even if the warmth radiating from the soft fabric was tempting.

"I'll be fine, I'm not the one wearing only a thin long sleeve."

Once Robin had your hoodie snuggly around her, the comfort was instant. She was enveloped by the scent of you, wanting nothing more than to have you actually wrapping her up in your arms.

You tugged at the strings and pulled the hood over her head, your heart swelling with how adorable Robin looked. "Better?"

"Much." Robin breathed out, a ringed finger hooking around yours.

"Alright," bringing one hand up, you traced her bottom lip, "let's go then, lovergirl."

The bell finally rang, Robin all but threw her books inside her backpack and rushed out the door. You both agreed to meet up in the library for studying, but Robin suddenly had other plans.

She was running up to your classroom, dodging other students in the school's hallways before her eyes finally landed on your back. She grinned, and without so much of a warning grasped your wrist on one of her hands.

You turned around startled, feeling your body being yanked to the opposite direction you were walking to. "Robin! What-" you recognized the dirt blonde mop of hair that belonged to your girlfriend, but didn't have much time to question her.

The bathroom door opened forcefully, Robin dragging you inside with an eagerness that made laughter escape from you. It was empty, but just to be safe, you were gently pushed inside one of the stalls.

Robin had her back to you as she locked the door, and she had yet to say a word about what this was all about.

"Are you gonna fill me in here?" You raised an eyebrow even if she couldn't see it, letting go of your backpack and placing it on top of the closed toilet lid.

Robin's chest moved quickly with her breathing because of her running from before. She turned to face you, with parted lips and cheeks tainted pink, from the exertion or something else, you couldn't tell. All you knew is that she was absolutely breathtaking, and to prove your point, your lungs forgot how to function.

She dropped her backpack to the floor with no care, walking up to you with her hands already reaching out for you and a look in her eyes that made your knees weak.

Her movements were quick and desperate, as if she was drowning and you were her safe line, her breath of fresh air. Robin cupped your cheeks with both hands, her chest being flushed to yours and inevitably backing you up against the wall.

You only had time to clutch at the fabric of your hoodie around her waist before her lips were hungrily kissing yours. Robin pressed herself to you, no amount of closeness seeming to be enough for her. The kiss was passionate, yet somehow she still managed to be as gentle as ever; her tongue running along your bottom lip before you granted her entrance. One of your hands came up, fingers burying themselves into Robin's hair and you felt more than heard a low moan escaping her.

By the time you were forced to part, both of you were panting heavily. You refused to have more distance between you than necessary, noses bumping together and hands holding on to each other.

Robin's lips were swollen, her gaze was hazy and you had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"I've been wanting to do that since this morning." Robin's voice was an octave lower, the husky tone sending a shiver down your spine.

"Tell me about it." You grinned widely, sneaking a hand under the hoodie just so you could feel the skin of her lower back, just because you could. You felt goosebumps under your touch, Robin closed her eyes and you pulled her in again.

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The door of Family Video opened with a ding, Robin walked in to start her shift for the day. Steve was already behind the counter, snacking on one of the sweets that stood on display beside him.

"Hey hair," Robin greeted her friend, turning the corner near the red neon sign on the wall to stand beside Steve. She opened her backpack, fishing for her work vest.

Steve chuckled, twirling a returned tape in his hands, "is there uh- is there something you wanna tell me?"

His words made Robin look at him with a deep frown, wondering what on earth he was referring to.

The smirk on Steve's face was knowingly teasing. "Cool hoodie, although I'm pretty sure I know someone who has the exact same one."

Robin crossed her arms over her chest, over your hoodie that she refused to take off; heat crept up her neck and she cursed the feeling. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," Steve mumbled, a huge smile still present as he turned his back to Robin, focusing on stacking up the tapes on the counter.

Running a hand over the soft fabric of the sleeve, Robin smiled to herself, cheeks and heart warmer than ever.

She walked up beside Steve, not meeting his eyes and shifting on her feet. Her tone was adorably proud as she said; "she's stopping by later today."

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Little gestures

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You love braids, so Robin takes on the quest of learning how to do them.

Requested by anon: Robin learning how to braid hair to surprise her girlfriend.

A/N: I love Robin, I love braids. Perfect combination. <3

Masterlist

The door of the Family Video closed with a soft click when one of the few customers left. Thursdays were hardly a busy day, most people didn't look to rent movies until the weekend came up; Steve picked up a few tapes that were in the wrong place and moved them to the right shelves, there was a soft buzzing sound from the neon sign on the back, accompanied by the occasional car passing by the street.

He took a side glance towards the counter, frowning as he caught sight of Robin messing with her hair.

Steve walked behind the counter, picking up one of the snacks that were on display on top of it, making a mental note to put the money in the cashier later. "What are you doing?"

Robin looked at him through the small mirror in front of her, working her fingers along with strands of hair. "Braids." She huffed.

Her short hair didn't help her attempts. The tie around her neck was loose, she had pulled on it several times. Her eyes closed with a groan, she could feel the muscles on her shoulders complain about staying in the same position for too long.

Steve opened the small bag of his snack, taking a bite with a smirk on his face. "That does not look like a braid."

"Shut up, Harrington." Robin glared at him, her jaw clenching.

The flustered look on her face amused Steve; he leaned back on the counter. "Why are you even-"

His words were cut short with the door of the shop opening, he turned around to see you walking in, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. He was partially confused when he saw Robin quickly move behind him and away from your line of sight; her hands frantically ruffling her hair, getting rid of the braids and leaving it a mess.

"Hello, guys." You leaned on the other side of the counter with a grin, tilting your head in search of your girlfriend.

"Hey Y/N." Steve smiled at you, taking note of the way your hair was pulled together in a loose braid. He chuckled to himself as he connected the dots.

"I have to organize some tapes in the back, be right back yeah?" He gave you a fist bump and turned to leave, but not before leaning towards Robin to whisper; "you're so whipped."

She landed a light punch on his arm before shifting her attention to you. Robin walked around the counter with a shy smile, feeling her heartbeat against her chest.

You kept one arm above the counter, your eyes following her movements. "Hey, you."

"Hi." She breathed out as she reached you, standing just close enough so your personal spaces collided. Her hand came up on the counter, the tip of her fingers intertwining with yours timidly.

The pink blush on her cheeks gave butterflies to your stomach, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling her forward.

"I missed you." Robin's finger tapped your knuckles, she pursed her lips in a grin. Her gaze threaded down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

"It's been about four hours." You told her quietly, risking a step forward and bringing your other hand up, ghosting your touch over the fabric of her shirt.

"Too long." She frowned playfully.

You reached up to her incredibly messy hair, gently running a hand through it and taming some strands that stuck out in various directions. You got lost in her gaze, watching how she gulped and held onto her breath. There was an inevitable smirk on your lips at the way she reacted to you; cleaning your throat, you reached your hand down to straighten her tie. "We still on for tonight?"

Robin's mouth hovered open for a second, before she forced out a breathless; "absolutely."

_____

The movie playing on the TV was picked by Robin, she said you'd like it and you were sure she was right, but right now you could hardly focus on it. The living room was dark, save for the light coming from the images on the screen. You were sitting on the floor, between Robin's legs. She asked you to, saying she wanted to do something for you.

Her fingers moved through your hair with delicacy, if it wasn't for her shaky breathing behind you, you'd never say she was nervous. Goosebumps erupted on your body as her nails softly scratched your scalp, separating your hair in a faintly familiar way.

Robin bit into her bottom lip, there was a deep frown on her eyebrows as she concentrated fully on how to move her hands; cursing under her breath when she occasionally put the wrong strand of hair on top of the other.

After what must have been ten minutes, you heard Robin sigh; you squeezed her thigh, asking if she was okay, to which she replied by asking you to give her your hairband.

Robin eyed her handiwork with anticipation. She was tapping rhythmically into your shoulder. "I'm done." Her voice was low, watching through her lashes as you turned around to face her.

She held her breath as your hand came up to your hair, feeling through the braid from beginning to end.

A huge smile slowly came to your lips upon realizing what she was trying to do. It wasn't perfect, but it also… was.

"You braided my hair."

Robin chuckled nervously, moving her gaze away from you and towards the carpeted floor. "Well, I- that's what I was trying to do, yeah." She felt your hand grabbing hers, making her naturally start to play with your fingers. "I know you like them, and you look beautiful with them." It was true, Robin adored to watch the way some strands of hair would start to come loose from your braid with time; framing your face lovingly as the rest hung back in perfect waves.

She glanced back up at you and you almost melted on the spot, the gesture warmed your chest. You thought you couldn't fall more in love with this girl, yet there she was, proving you wrong again. You were about to talk when she beat you to it.

"I mean it's not nearly as good as yours, but I wanted to learn. To, you know, connect." Her lips turned up timidly, a bright image from the TV making her eyes shine. "Because you like braids, so I wanted to know how to do them too.."

You cupped her cheeks to stop her rambling, surprising her with several pecks on her lips. "I loved it," you said in between kisses, feeling the way she smiled against your lips, her hands coming around your waist and pulling you flush to her.

"Almost as much as I love you." You breathed out, your lips brushing hers.

Robin opened her hazy eyes, looking down at you. Her hands moving along your spine. "I love you so much."

Her lips were back on yours not a second after, and they didn't leave your skin for too long during the rest of the night.

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Little gestures

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: You love braids, so Robin takes on the quest of learning how to do them.

Requested by anon: Robin learning how to braid hair to surprise her girlfriend.

A/N: I love Robin, I love braids. Perfect combination. <3

Masterlist

The door of the Family Video closed with a soft click when one of the few customers left. Thursdays were hardly a busy day, most people didn't look to rent movies until the weekend came up; Steve picked up a few tapes that were in the wrong place and moved them to the right shelves, there was a soft buzzing sound from the neon sign on the back, accompanied by the occasional car passing by the street.

He took a side glance towards the counter, frowning as he caught sight of Robin messing with her hair.

Steve walked behind the counter, picking up one of the snacks that were on display on top of it, making a mental note to put the money in the cashier later. "What are you doing?"

Robin looked at him through the small mirror in front of her, working her fingers along with strands of hair. "Braids." She huffed.

Her short hair didn't help her attempts. The tie around her neck was loose, she had pulled on it several times. Her eyes closed with a groan, she could feel the muscles on her shoulders complain about staying in the same position for too long.

Steve opened the small bag of his snack, taking a bite with a smirk on his face. "That does not look like a braid."

"Shut up, Harrington." Robin glared at him, her jaw clenching.

The flustered look on her face amused Steve; he leaned back on the counter. "Why are you even-"

His words were cut short with the door of the shop opening, he turned around to see you walking in, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. He was partially confused when he saw Robin quickly move behind him and away from your line of sight; her hands frantically ruffling her hair, getting rid of the braids and leaving it a mess.

"Hello, guys." You leaned on the other side of the counter with a grin, tilting your head in search of your girlfriend.

"Hey Y/N." Steve smiled at you, taking note of the way your hair was pulled together in a loose braid. He chuckled to himself as he connected the dots.

"I have to organize some tapes in the back, be right back yeah?" He gave you a fist bump and turned to leave, but not before leaning towards Robin to whisper; "you're so whipped."

She landed a light punch on his arm before shifting her attention to you. Robin walked around the counter with a shy smile, feeling her heartbeat against her chest.

You kept one arm above the counter, your eyes following her movements. "Hey, you."

"Hi." She breathed out as she reached you, standing just close enough so your personal spaces collided. Her hand came up on the counter, the tip of her fingers intertwining with yours timidly.

The pink blush on her cheeks gave butterflies to your stomach, you bit your tongue to stop yourself from reaching out and pulling her forward.

"I missed you." Robin's finger tapped your knuckles, she pursed her lips in a grin. Her gaze threaded down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

"It's been about four hours." You told her quietly, risking a step forward and bringing your other hand up, ghosting your touch over the fabric of her shirt.

"Too long." She frowned playfully.

You reached up to her incredibly messy hair, gently running a hand through it and taming some strands that stuck out in various directions. You got lost in her gaze, watching how she gulped and held onto her breath. There was an inevitable smirk on your lips at the way she reacted to you; cleaning your throat, you reached your hand down to straighten her tie. "We still on for tonight?"

Robin's mouth hovered open for a second, before she forced out a breathless; "absolutely."

_____

The movie playing on the TV was picked by Robin, she said you'd like it and you were sure she was right, but right now you could hardly focus on it. The living room was dark, save for the light coming from the images on the screen. You were sitting on the floor, between Robin's legs. She asked you to, saying she wanted to do something for you.

Her fingers moved through your hair with delicacy, if it wasn't for her shaky breathing behind you, you'd never say she was nervous. Goosebumps erupted on your body as her nails softly scratched your scalp, separating your hair in a faintly familiar way.

Robin bit into her bottom lip, there was a deep frown on her eyebrows as she concentrated fully on how to move her hands; cursing under her breath when she occasionally put the wrong strand of hair on top of the other.

After what must have been ten minutes, you heard Robin sigh; you squeezed her thigh, asking if she was okay, to which she replied by asking you to give her your hairband.

Robin eyed her handiwork with anticipation. She was tapping rhythmically into your shoulder. "I'm done." Her voice was low, watching through her lashes as you turned around to face her.

She held her breath as your hand came up to your hair, feeling through the braid from beginning to end.

A huge smile slowly came to your lips upon realizing what she was trying to do. It wasn't perfect, but it also… was.

"You braided my hair."

Robin chuckled nervously, moving her gaze away from you and towards the carpeted floor. "Well, I- that's what I was trying to do, yeah." She felt your hand grabbing hers, making her naturally start to play with your fingers. "I know you like them, and you look beautiful with them." It was true, Robin adored to watch the way some strands of hair would start to come loose from your braid with time; framing your face lovingly as the rest hung back in perfect waves.

She glanced back up at you and you almost melted on the spot, the gesture warmed your chest. You thought you couldn't fall more in love with this girl, yet there she was, proving you wrong again. You were about to talk when she beat you to it.

"I mean it's not nearly as good as yours, but I wanted to learn. To, you know, connect." Her lips turned up timidly, a bright image from the TV making her eyes shine. "Because you like braids, so I wanted to know how to do them too.."

You cupped her cheeks to stop her rambling, surprising her with several pecks on her lips. "I loved it," you said in between kisses, feeling the way she smiled against your lips, her hands coming around your waist and pulling you flush to her.

"Almost as much as I love you." You breathed out, your lips brushing hers.

Robin opened her hazy eyes, looking down at you. Her hands moving along your spine. "I love you so much."

Her lips were back on yours not a second after, and they didn't leave your skin for too long during the rest of the night.

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Meet me halfway, wash away the bad

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin letting her walls down, a hot shower, tears, and hugs.

A/N: I know I said I was gonna write for Eddie next, and his story is about halfway done but I just needed to post this little random idea first. I love Robin so much it hurts. And I wanted to explore her vulnerable side, I guess? And talk a little about how all of what happened would affect her.

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You closed your eyes as you felt the sting of antiseptic on your cheek, it was followed by a soft-spoken apology from the woman in front of you. You ran your fingers along her hip bone, to chase away the frown you knew was etched in her features right now.

Robin's bathroom felt like a quiet safe heaven as you sat on the counter just beside the sink, with Robin between your legs cleaning up any remaining wounds on your skin. It was almost comical, the fact that mere hours ago you were climbing out of an otherworldly portal, in which you had just killed another creature that shouldn't even exist; and now, you had walked out of a warm shower, happy that your girlfriend's parents weren't home so you could cuddle with her for the night.

You made yourself find joy in the unlikeliness of it all, and the fact that you were both in one piece. Otherwise, the sickening tick of the grandfather clock would still ring inside your head, tricking you to believe you were never free of its curse.

Tender fingers closing around your hand made you realize that she was done. Robin brought your hand to her lips, planting a soft kiss over your knuckles. You opened your eyes and saw her gaze fixed on the purple marks forming on the skin of your fist.

There was no mention of it from either of you, but Robin had been different ever since the imminent threat was dealt with. Without having a fight to focus on, the weight of it all laid heavy on everyone's shoulders. You wanted to believe that she'd take it better the second time around, but you had gone through this rodeo enough times to know that it doesn't get better. It never does.

Robin was never a quiet person. Yet she hadn't said more than ten words since you entered her house.

"How are you feeling?" You ducked your head, trying to catch her gaze. Reaching up, you played with the ends of her hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"

She pursed her lips so you wouldn't see them tremble. The words she should have said got stuck in her throat, instead, she settled for; "I think I just need a shower."

She looked up at you with her best smile. You almost cried at the pain you saw behind it. There was a time for everything; you cupped her cheeks and pecked her lips, jumping down from the counter. "Okay, I'll be waiting outside."

Ten minutes passed with you sitting on her bed before you heard the shower start, and another thirty passed when you still didn't hear her turning it off. You wanted to give her space, but the worry clawing at your chest got the better of you.

The bathroom door opened slowly, there was a soft steam from the shower in the air, making the tiles slippery and the walls damp. "Robin? I just wanted to check on you." You spoke as if approaching a wild cat, looking at her unmoving silhouette behind the shower curtain.

Several heartbeats passed and all you could hear was water hitting the tiles and your own breathing.

"You can come in if you want."

The tightness in her voice made you undress faster than ever before.

You opened the curtain and saw Robin's back to you, she was leaning a hand on the cold wall, water falling into her hair and making it cling to her skin.

The water under your feet was fairly warm, and the stream from the shower was even warmer when you reached out a hand under it.

Robin's shoulders tensed before she turned to look at you, making your throat close at the sight. Her bright eyes were bloodshot and swimming in tears that were just a blink away from cascading down her cheeks, her breathing came in short intakes, making her lower lip tremble. You never saw her like this, and it broke your heart.

"Robin talk to-" you started in a breath.

"I just- can you just hold me?" Robin's voice broke halfway, it was timid in a way you never heard before, not even on the first time she asked you out. For a fleeting second, you wondered if she considered the possibility of you saying no. If she thought about her pain as some kind of burden.

You didn't say anything as you brought her body to yours, with an arm around her waist and the other going up to her head, threading your fingers on her wet hair. She held you back almost desperately, bringing you tightly against her in an attempt to ground herself and make her own mind believe that you were really there.

You kissed her bare shoulder, feeling how her tears mixed with the warm water from the shower falling into your skin. The tip of her nose brushed your neck when she lowered her head onto you.

Skin to skin, you could feel the beating of her heart against your own; yet there was nothing sexual about the way you clung to each other under the steady stream of water. Just two souls meeting halfway without any barriers to keep them apart, in a world that had done them wrong one too many times.

Your hair was getting wet all over again, loose strands clinging to your forehead. Goosebumps raised on your skin when Robin started tracing patterns along your back. "I almost lost you today."

You felt more than heard Robin's words against your skin. You shivered just by remembering the livid nightmare, but the way her body trembled with a sob on your hold could make you believe it had been even worse for her. It's not every day that you almost witness someone's eyes go lifeless in front of you. It's not every day that you almost have the person you love taken from you in the worst possible way.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily, Buckley." You tried, but when the only answer you got was her squeezing you tighter, you stopped masking your own pain. "I know it was scary, but I knew that you'd be there for me. And you saved me, okay? I'm right here."

Pulling back only enough to look at her, you cupped her cheeks, brushing away stray tears with your thumbs. "I knew you would, you know me better than anyone else." You whispered, leaning your forehead against hers, thinking back on how Robin immediately knew your favorite song; something you couldn't choose by yourself even with a gun to your head.

Robin closed her eyes, her nose nuzzling yours. "But what if I didn't?" Water clung to her eyelashes as she looked at you, and you followed a few drops as they passed by her freckles. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something went wrong and-"

"Let's not dwell on the what-ifs, okay?" You raised a hand and brushed away the drenched hair that was in her eyes, leaning your head under the stream of the shower and pecking her lips. As you pulled back she followed you halfway, holding you under the warm water with a hand behind your neck. Her kiss was desperate, passionate, and gentle all at the same time; her lips molding with yours as water rained down over your closed eyes.

She refused to part when air became a necessity, giving your lips multiple little pecks before burying her head on your shoulder again.

You ran a hand along her spine, feeling her shiver and curl more into you. "I'm here, Robin. For as long as you'll have me."

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Saturn

Robin Buckley x Reader

Summary: Robin fell for you during a school project, now, every time you walk into Family Video she has a mild gay panic.

Requested by @abimess: Y/n is a customer at the movie rental store and Robin has a huge crush on her, but is a gay mess whenever Y/n is around. Steve trying to help would be fun 😊

A/N: We love a lovestruck Robin. Also, hope you like it bestie. <3

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"I told you it was there, dingus," Robin called out to Steve with a smug grin, referring to one of the tapes he insisted she had lost.

Steve's mumbling of complaints was muffled out as Robin closed the back door, walking towards the main counter with a new stack of returned movies in her hands. The neon sign on the wall cast a faint red glow on her cheeks as she read through the titles to figure out where each movie should go; her attention shifted quickly when the bell above the main door announced a customer.

Robin glanced up to see who was the newcomer as she twirled a copy of Back to the Future in one hand; the tape slipped through her fingers and fell ungracefully to the ground when she saw the profile of a familiar face.

On Wednesdays the shop was hardly busy, so the sound of plastic hitting the floor was quite loud. You only managed to catch a glimpse of dark blonde hair before the backdoor closed. Your eyebrows furrowed in a mix of confusion and amusement; you had a gut feeling about who you had just seen as you walked over to pick up the discarded movie on the floor.

You liked it here, since it opened it has been one of your favorite places to pick up something to watch; the neon signs, red and yellow stage lights on the ceiling, several classic posters and more movie options than you could care to count had made you always want to come back. Yet you knew that wasn't the only reason.

The door of the backroom closed with a heavy thud, making Steve look up from his crouched position on the floor, organizing the new arrivals. "What the hell?"

Robin leaned back on the door, clutching the remaining VHS tapes in her hands to her chest. "She's here."

"Who?"

"Y/N!" Robin exclaimed with a pink blush coming to her cheeks.

Steve groaned, running a hand through his hair as he got up. It was what? The sixth, seventh time in only two weeks that this same dilemma was happening? He lost count after the second time you showed up in the store and Robin lost the ability to function.

"Oh god, what if she saw me? She's gonna think I'm some weirdo who's hiding something." Robin gripped at the ends of her hair, her unfocused eyes looking through all the new movies that needed to be put on display.

"I mean…" Steve hummed with a suggestive voice, chuckling as Robin hit his arm with a glare. "Listen I have to sort all of this out, just go out there and try to think of her like any other customer."

"No, no. You go, I'm just gonna mess things up." There was a small pout on Robin's lips as she shook her head.

Steve crossed his arms. "And you're never gonna get it right if you don't talk to her at all."

The backroom started to feel way too small and cramped. Robin picked at her nails trying to work up the courage to go out.

"Besides, she has been coming here a lot more often ever since you guys did that one project together." Steve reminded, gently pushing Robin out the door. "I think she likes you too."

A faint smile came to Robin's lips as she thought back on one of her favorite memories, not realizing she was slowly making her way to you.

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"I think, it looks much better like this." You told Robin as you aligned the cardboard pieces on the library table, forming what would soon be a small replica of the solar system. It would be a little more work, but you were adamant that making the project with cardboard instead of normal paper would look much better. "Plus it doesn't fold that easily, thus it's gonna be harder to mess things up."

Robin pursed her lips, looking down at the roughly cut planets you made overnight; trying not to focus on how close you were standing, or how your shoulder felt so warm when it brushed hers. "Painting cardboard is really annoying." She raised an eyebrow at you.

The quietness of a late afternoon in the library allowed you to focus solemnly on the girl beside you, and you were certain Robin had the prettiest eyes you had ever seen. "I know, but…" You bit the inside of your cheek as you rounded Robin, your hand ghosting around her waist as you came to stand on her other side and picked up a smaller version of Saturn.

Robin held her breath when she felt your touch on her waist, her body was frozen in place as only her eyes followed your movements.

"… It's going to look extra pretty when it's done." You held up the rough copy of the ringed planet between you, not bothering to let go of Robin's waist.

Several heavy heartbeats passed before Robin was able to form words, gulping down the sudden anxiousness in her throat. "Y-yeah, okay. Let's do that." Her reply came out in a breath as she forced her eyes away from your lips.

That was the day she fell head over heels for you, simultaneously losing any ability to act normally around you.

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"Robin!" You took quick steps towards her, a huge smile on your face. "Hey, It's been a while, I've been looking for you."

Your voice brought Robin back to the present, also making her realize she was standing in the middle of Family Video. With you.

"Hi!" Robin's voice came out an octave higher than she intended, making her quickly clear her throat. "Hey, Y/N. Yeah, I've- I've been working a little more in the back lately." She motioned lazily towards the door she had just come out from.

"Well, I'm glad I managed to find you then." You smiled sweetly at her.

Robin could feel her cheeks warming up at your words. She glanced down at the tapes that were still in her hands, feeling her heart rate quicken.

"Oh yeah, I think you dropped this." You held up the copy of Back to the Future after following Robin's gaze.

"Shit." Robin cursed under her breath, she nibbled her lower lip trying to think of something to say as she gently took the tape from you. "Uh thank you, Steve had knocked over a section in the back and I had to run to the rescue, you know how he's awful at organizing-"

A smirk slowly formed on your lips as you nodded along with her explanation, taking the time to watch the cute way her gaze darted everywhere around the store and how the blush on her cheeks made her freckles stand out.

"I think I heard my name here somewhere." Steve opened the backroom door and walked out, dusting off his hands on his pants. He softly smacked Robin's arm and sent her a glare.

"Hey, Steve." You greeted your friend.

"Y/N, how's it going?" He smiled at you, giving you a fist bump.

"Pretty good, I just came to, um-" your mouth hung open as you took a quick side glance towards Robin, "-pick this up," you told him as you held up a copy of The Breakfast Club.

"Perfect, Robin can take care of that, right?" His smile was undeniably proud as he took the tapes Robin was holding onto for dear life, she shot him a wide-eyed glare that said 'don't you dare' which he promptly ignored. "Don't you like this movie too, Robin? You should watch it together." Steve asked innocently, pointing at the tape in your hands.

He was walking off before Robin could answer, leaving her with burning cheeks and clenched fists. She walked behind the counter with a tight smile, not daring to meet your eyes as she silently motioned for you to follow along.

You did your best to hide your smile, clearly catching up with what Steve was implying. You walked up to the front of the counter, bracing your elbows on top of it as you stopped in front of Robin. You slid the movie tape to her, watching the way she picked it up with shaky fingers and started to type your name on the computer.

"I wouldn't mind it, you know." Your tone was shy, nails tapping the counter as a distraction. Robin gave you a side glance, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. You weren't able to hold her gaze, feeling your own cheeks burn up. "If you ever want to watch the movie, I'd actually really enjoy the company."

Robin's lips parted in a silent 'oh' as butterflies swarmed her stomach. She turned towards you, placing the movie back on the counter.

"That's kind of why I've been looking for you, to be honest." You smiled at her, purposefully threading your fingers with hers as you reached for the tape. "I was wondering if you'd ever want to hang out, or, you know, build another cardboard solar system together?" You chuckled at your own words, biting the inside of your cheek to contain your nerves.

Despite being so small, your touch on her hand filled Robin's body with goosebumps. She could hear the drum of her own heart in her ears. Maybe you thought about that day in the library just as much as she did.

"I- I would love that." Robin forced her voice out, cursing herself for sounding so over-excited. "I love movies." She absentmindedly motioned to her surroundings, feeling her knees almost fail her because of the sweet smile on your face.

"I'm free anytime, well not any time, because of work." She kept talking, not registering the way she had started to play with your fingers. "But I'm free today, if that's something you'd like to do tonight. Or not, just- just let me know." Robin's voice became quieter, glancing back up at you to see you looking down at your hands with a lopsided grin. She registered the way she was holding onto you; trying to pull her hand back, she mumbled an apology.

"Tonight sounds perfect." You kept your grip on her hand for just a second longer before picking up the movie you chose. "I can pick you up here if you'd like."

Robin huffed out a nervous breath, feeling her palms sweat with excitement. "That- I would really like that."

The way her hands fidgeted with the hem of her tie and how the lighting of the store accented the curve of her timid smile; just about melted your heart. "It's a date." You promised, before shooting her a final wave and walking out the door.

Robin let out a huge breath that she had been holding ever since you walked into the store. She took a good minute to gather her thoughts and let it sink in that this was happening. She had a date with you.

Running a hand through her hair, she couldn't help the little excited giggle that left her lips. "Steve! You won't believe what just happened."

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Black and blue

Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Every few nights, Yelena shows up at your door; and with each visit, your heart breaks a little more.

A/N: Inspired by the brief guilty look on Yelena when she's talking with Kate in ep 5 of Hawkeye. This story has been sitting in my wips for a while, and as much as I'd like to, I won't be able to write it any better. I've been having a bit of a tough time with creativity lately, do hope it's still kinda good.

Masterlist

The TV was talking to itself in your living room, light rain was falling outside. The sound of water hitting the fire escape mixed with the low rumble of cars passing by had lulled you to sleep about an hour ago.

The remote was loosely held between your fingers, you were half laying down on the couch in a way that your neck would complain about tomorrow.

An annoyed meow coming from your lap woke you up when your arm squeezed the cat too hard. You blinked multiple times, grimacing when a bright image came up on the TV.

Soft paws were moving around above your thighs, you glided your fingers amongst the fur, stifling a yawn. The moon could be seen high in the sky through your window, falling rain being illuminated by the street lamps far away. You rummaged around for your phone, the clock read 11:48 PM once you found it.

You stretched your body, a random movie was playing on your TV. "We should take this to the bedroom, right honey?" You scratched behind the cat's ears, he purred happily.

The movie stopped playing with a click on the remote, leaving the room in darkness save for the light in the kitchen. The windows remained partially open, despite the wind being a little colder up in your apartment, you still liked it.

You were halfway through brushing your teeth when you heard the faint ding of the elevator. You wondered if it was the old lady that lived next door who was coming home late again, having spent the day with her son; you would certainly hear all about it tomorrow, she loves to talk and you are too polite to not listen. Or maybe it was the guy from two doors to the right, coming back from his weekly trip to the club.

Putting away your toothbrush, you waited to hear one of the doors unlocking; but instead, you heard a hard knock on your door.

You glanced up at yourself in the bathroom mirror. Not many people came to visit, let alone at this hour. Yet you were almost sure you already knew who it was.

Your cat trailed behind you as you walked to the door, you held your breath when you turned the doorknob.

The first thing you noticed was how her blood was staining the ground in a dark shade of red, little droplets of it traced her path from the elevator to your door; most of it was coming from an ugly cut on her thigh. She was panting heavily, you wouldn't be surprised if she had run all the way to your apartment.

Her forehead had a cut, painting bits of her blonde hair in crimson. She was leaning on the doorway, her legs not being able to support her weight anymore. You could also see dark bruises on her knuckles, and you knew that when you took off her shirt you would find more.

Your gaze moved up and down her body. Your lips were pursed in annoyance but you could feel your eyes stinging. She didn't say anything as you seemingly analyzed her, she knew better already.

You raised an eyebrow in a silent question, your fingers holding the doorknob turned white from the grip.

She shrugged as if it was no big deal, but she broke your staring contest for half a second. "Had nowhere else to go." Her voice was strained, she held her abdomen as she spoke.

The cheap light of the corridor was making her bruises look much worse, making the many droplets of rain coating her hair and clothes shine. You felt nausea building up in your stomach. "Damnit, Yelena." You heaved out a heavy sigh, bringing a hand up to your eyes.

Yelena clenched her jaw, focusing her eyes on your cat that had just hopped up on the couch. "I'll be leaving soon."

"Yeah, I know that part." You grumbled, pulling the door open for her to walk in. The air was heavy as she limped towards your couch, lowering herself to a sitting position as if every movement hurt more than the last.

The only sounds in the living room were the rain falling outside and Yelena's labored breathing as you walked to your bathroom and picked up your first aid kit, which now held much more stuff than a normal one. You felt a familiar weight on your chest, the movement of your hands was mechanical by now.

You placed the kit on the sink and took a moment to lean back on the wall of the bathroom. Your unfocused eyes stared ahead at the white tiles. A part of you asked why you did this to yourself every night that she knocked on your door. The other part knew the answer.

Yelena was no stranger to you, much on the contrary.

Natasha had introduced her sister to you and the friendship was almost instant. She was captivating, and you fell right into her trap.

You never knew she had fallen on yours as well, having been too wrapped up in your own feelings to notice hers.

But that was a long time ago. A time before you both came back to a world that was five years ahead of you. You had met up with Yelena twice right after. The first time when she came to you looking for Natasha, the second when you held her body as she cried in front of her sister's grave.

For months, you never saw her again after that. Until she showed up at your door one night, bruised and battered and almost dying from blood loss. The routine had started then.

You wondered if she knew how hard it became for you.

You walked out of the bathroom and saw Yelena gently petting your cat, she was sitting stiffly on your couch. Seeing her always made you smile, despite the circumstances. You sat beside her quietly, your eyes cast down and focused on finding gauzes, antiseptics, and needles.

Yelena glanced towards you, bright green eyes pleading for words she knew you wouldn't give to her. Her fingers twitched to touch you, yet she didn't know how to reach out. With a tired breath, she moved to take off her vest and shirt, hissing at the instant pain that came with the movement.

"Let me." You said softly, finally looking her way. With gentle fingers, you opened her vest, shrugging it off her shoulders carefully. Next, you worked on lifting her shirt, mumbling apologies when quiet whimpers came from Yelena.

The air got caught up in your throat when her chest was bare to you. There were purple and yellow bruises all over her skin, some bigger than others and a prominent one on her ribs. A few cuts adorned her abdomen and upper back as well.

"Lena…" You breathed out, seeing your vision start to blur. You raised a careful hand, ghosting your fingertips over her shoulders and spine. Her skin was soft and warm under your touch, your heart was torn for seeing it so damaged though.

Visible goosebumps erupted on Yelena's skin at your touch, she leaned towards you instantly. Closing her eyes, she gulped down a lump in her throat; yours was the only gentle touch she knew these days.

"I know." Her voice was equally quiet, tainted with self-loathing.

You shook your head, drawing your hand back quickly and switching your attention to patching her up. She stayed quiet for the next hour that you spent cleaning up, stitching, and treating any and all the wounds she had tonight. You did the best you could and only hoped she'd take a day or two off to heal and rest. In the back of your mind, you knew she wouldn't.

The ice was cold in your hands, you placed it over Yelena's ribs slowly, watching as her stomach involuntarily wanted to move away from it. You held it in place as she leaned back on your couch, closing her eyes. Your gaze moved over her body, now filled with white tapes and bandages.

Yelena had yet to relax, you could see how tense her muscles were. You reached out for her hand, her eyes opened to look at you once your fingers closed around her own. You guided her hand to the ice pack on her ribs, closing her hold around it.

Her eyes never left you as you moved closer to her and started undoing the messy braids on her hair. You threaded your fingers through her soft locks, stopping at her cheek and tracing the outline of her jaw; not caring if she saw the emotions reflecting on your eyes.

Along with the movement of your thumb on her skin, a bittersweet smile appear on your lips. Your love for her clenched painfully in your chest.

Yelena's lips parted in shaky breaths, her fingers closing more tightly around the ice. Her gaze inevitably moved down to your lips, thinking about the few stolen moments you had with each other every other night. After a beat, she leaned forward in a daze.

"Why are you doing this?"

Yelena opened and closed her mouth, her nose brushed yours before she pulled back to look at you properly. "What?" She breathed out, not registering your words.

You gulped, moving away from her and retreating your hands. Burying away the thought that she was about to kiss you. "Why are you still doing this to yourself, Lena?"

The question made Yelena avert her gaze, the light of the kitchen highlighted her profile. She let go of the ice that was resting on her ribs, placing it on the coffee table. "You know why."

There was a pause, and a scoff left your lips. "No I don't, you keep hurting yourself and every time I'm the one who needs to patch you up. And for what, doing someone else's dirty work?"

Green eyes glared right at you, but the tears on them betrayed the anger. She stood up fast, her bruised leg failed her right after and she almost fell back. She limped away from you before you could reach out, searching around for her clothes.

"I'm doing a job that I'm good at, it's what I was trained to do." The words tasted bitter on Yelena's tongue, she refused to turn back, afraid of how you'd be looking at her. "What else is there for me?"

A single tear escaped your eye, having a last look at the harsh colors painting Yelena's back before she put her shirt back on. Her movements were stiff and labored, she was standing up with all of her weight on only one leg.

"It's not what Natasha would want for you." Your voice broke halfway through the quiet words, doubting you'd ever be able to make her see how much she was losing. "You don't need a life like this anymore, just... stay."

Yelena huffed out a nervous breath, making quick work of walking to the door. Anger and hurt clouded her better judgment.

When her hand hesitated on the doorknob, you decided you had enough. "I won't stand by and watch you tear yourself apart for nothing." You got up, picking up your cat to ground yourself. "I'm done, Yelena." The whisper was heavy.

Yelena turned her gaze to you, her fingers loosening on the handle.

The room became agonizingly quiet for a few seconds. Her eyes were fixed on the cat in your arms, it hurt that she wouldn't look up at you. "If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back." Your throat was tight around the words, but you forced them out anyway.

You heard the front door opening as you made your way to your bedroom.

As much as it hurt, you couldn't bear the thought of her showing up one day at your door, and you not being enough to patch her up. Or the day that she wouldn't make it to your door at all.

If your love wasn't enough to make her stay, then you weren't going to wait for her to come back either.

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Yelena closed your apartment door with a soft click, the sound resonated through her body like a punch.

The steps she took towards the elevator were slow, water was collecting on the bottom lid of her eyes faster than the way she was moving. Alone. She suddenly felt painfully alone.

It was way past midnight and all the doors in the corridor were already closed. Rain was pouring outside, she could hear the clinking of one failing light on the ceiling. It felt wrong to walk away from the only person that remained in her life, the person she cared about the most.

Yelena was stubborn, she pressed the button to call the elevator up with a faint touch. By the heavy weight on her heart, she could tell it wasn't worth it. The job she hated doing wasn't worth losing you over.

She grimaced when a tug of pain came from her bruised abdomen, ghosting her hand over it. She would miss you.

The elevator reached her with a ding and the doors opened. All she had to do was walk two steps forward. It felt as if she would put a bullet through her own heart.

Deep down she knew she was still trying to atone for the mistakes of her past. Doing a job she was told was rightful work, even if the means weren't the best, made her feel a little more deserving of coming back to you.

But coming back every few nights and leaving before sunrise wasn't nearly enough anymore. She wanted to stay and wake up beside you.

Yelena ran a hand through her messy hair, cursing herself under her breath. She limped back to your door with the nagging fear that it might be too late.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she gently turned the doorknob. The room was engulfed in darkness already, the only light coming from the street lamps and the moonlight.

She hesitated in the middle of your living room, her eyes fixed on the opened door that lead to your bedroom. There was a catch in her breathing as she heard the rustling of sheets coming from your room. Yelena gulped down the lump of feelings in her throat.

What if you really don't want anything to do with her anymore.

Shaking her head, she ignored the pain in her leg and walked to your room. Her hand rested on the threshold as she peered inside. She could feel her stomach twisting in anxiousness, her feelings for you grew way beyond her control.

Yelena knew that you knew she was there, you heard the door opening, heard her unsteady steps.

Soft light coming through your window from the streets outside illuminated her as she walked to the empty side of your bed. She sat down first, afraid to overstep any new boundaries.

When she heard nothing but your breathing, and you kept laying down with your back to her; Yelena carefully removed her vest, then her boots, and lifted the covers.

The softness of your bed was familiar to her, she breathed in your scent. Her fingers prickled to reach out for you, she bit her lip in doubt.

Eventually, her tired body and the way she was craving to feel you, won her over. Yelena reached out a careful hand, sneaking it around your waist. When you didn't complain she moved closer, pressing her chest to your back.

As soon as you felt Yelena's warm hand over your waist, your eyes stung with tears. You didn't hold yourself back from interlocking your fingers with her hand that was now resting gently around you.

Feeling that you accepted her touch, Yelena let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding until now. She finally tightened her grip around you, nuzzling her head behind your neck and flushing your bodies together. "I'm sorry." She mumbled, lips brushing against your skin.

The single tear that you felt in the skin of your neck was warm, as was her breathing that caused goosebumps on your body.

You lifted your intertwined hands to your lips, kissing each one of Yelena's knuckles. "It's okay." You told her just as quietly.

You couldn't know if keeping her close was your best decision. But pushing her away hurt much more.

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