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mad-maximoff · 2 years

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Dragă

Wanda Maximoff X Reader

Summary: You come home from a mission and Wanda wants to help you unwind

Warnings: 18+ only, Language, wlw sex, oral, fingering, loses virginity

Word Count: 2,840

A/N: This is my first X Reader story so I apologize if I ramble or didn’t do so well

(All Romanian/Sokoivan words or sentences will be in italics)

“I don’t know how in the hell they got the drop on us Y/N. I thought we had ‘em surrounded!” Clint stepped off the Quinn jet as you were in front of him.

“Why are you beating on this dead horse Clint? What? You wanna go back and ask the arms dealers how they got the drop or should I send a friendly email?” You had Kate Bishop laughing for the first time as she tagged along beside you. She didn’t warm up to you quite yet due to you being friends with Natasha’s sister Yelena Belova. You were happy though you made her smile. You weren’t so alone if you had a friend your age on the team.

“Oh, that was funny Kate? You were slipping your punches waiting for Y/N to tag in. I watched for the skyline!” All three of you guys got into the brand new compound for all the rest of the avengers.

“Take off your shoes guys! I just mopped the floors.” You take off your shoes seeing Wanda in the kitchen stirring a pot on the burner. You inhaled smelling all the exotic spices you smelt, your senses were in love.

“Whatcha making Wand? It smells yummy.” You darted over beside Wanda’s side seeing a red sauce-looking soup. She looked over her shoulder looking into your eyes. They sparkled matching her olive completion.

“I’m making Paprikash. Real paprikash that isn’t store-bought. That shit is terrible. Here taste.” She stirred around the sauce with a spoon lifting it to your mouth. Her hand is underneath so none will spill. You extend over opening your mouth. She moved the spoon closer lightly letting the bottom touch your tongue.

“Wow! That’s good Wanda. I can’t wait for dinner now.” You turned around going into the fridge for a bottle of water seeing there was none you grabbed a glass running the tab.

“Thank you detka. How was the mission? You look sore.” Wanda looked concerned like you were a wounded animal. She always gave you this look because you weren’t like all the rest of her teammates. They were either enhanced with powerful capabilities or trained to be soldiers/spies. You were just a civilian who admired the Avengers since you were young. Finally getting this shot, proving your worth to be on such missions.

“That I am. My shoulder blades a bugging me again. They keep clicking every time I lift.” You stand next to Wanda again grazing your shoulder against hers lifting your arms over your head. She smelt sweet like vanilla or sugar cookies. It heightened your senses tremendously. You saw Wanda's hand lower the burner putting down the spoon.

“Here. Let me try and help Kotenok.” You loved the way her voice would fluctuate. How her accent would click on and off at any given time. You found Wanda’s sokovian accent very sexy wanting her to say something else.

“You don’t half to Wand. I think it’ll be fine by tomorrow.” You flinched feeling Wanda’s fingers along the top of your shoulders. She chuckled moving closer to you muttering something under her breath. “Come on unzipping your suit Y/N. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Her hands were across your chest. She whispered, “I’ll make your pain go away..” You got nervous thinking someone would turn a corner in a blind eye. You stepped away from Wanda looking at her. Her eyes were burning bright red. The mist was getting bigger dancing around her fingertips.

“I-I can’t..no! I mean..it’ll be fine. I’m gonna take a shower and lay down…yeah.” You idiot! You thought! Why must you always be so nervous and clammy around Wanda? You’ve always had a crush on her since you two met a year ago. Why can’t you just come out and say it you fool!

You trotted down the long hallway connecting all of the bedrooms. Not everyone slept in the compound. Some had their own homes with their families. Some just crashed here until their mission was completed. Wanda’s room was across from yours. Hers was done pretty. All of her posters and bedding matched. As yours was bare. No posters, no pictures. Simple bedding that came with this room and some of your clothes in a garbage bag.

You unzipped your suit slowly pulling it from your back. As you looked in the mirror, you see your back black and purple. Your spine ached to see a huge cut down the middle.

“Fuck!” You sharply inhale touching your spine.

You turned on a light watching as your body moved beside the mirror. Your black bra was too big for you and it seemed the matching panties were too tight. You were all out of place. You heard footsteps down the hallway creeping to a halt to your doorframe.

Wanda leaned in the door frame, she looked rather pissed or worried. You couldn't quite tell for sure. She raised her eyebrows pointedly. Her hand glowed in front of her pointing her index finger to your bed. “Sit. Now.” Wanda got out of the door frame holding your shoulders directing you to the queen-sized mattress. "Don't worry about me, Wanda. I'm completely fine. Just a few scratches that's all!" You nervously laughed feeling her mist grow around feeling the warmth becomes hot. "No. It's not fine. Your back has so many bruises it's creating a map of Africa! Do you think this is fine!? You could have internal bleeding or god knows worse!! Why in the hell didn't go see Helen Cho? She could've stopped before it got worse!" She forcefully pushed you onto the bed tracing her fingers across your spine, every little touch of her fingertips let out a stinging sensation. You wince to yourself trying not to let Wanda catch on. She knew though, you can't hide from her when she has her hands on you. She can feel everything.

"This might take a while for me but I think I can calm you down." Wanda slowly traced higher intertwining her fingers with your bra unclasping it. "We don't need this right now. It'll only get in the way.." You felt your bra becoming loose catching it quickly cupping yourself. "You don't have to do that Wand, I promise I'll let Cho take a good look at me in the morning, but right now I just wanna crawl into bed.." You slightly backed away crawling closer to your pillows. As you looked down at your white bedding you notice, you not gonna get out of this one once you saw Wanda's red mist cover you entirely. "Now, where do you think you're going? Huh, detka?" Wanda straddled your lower back lightly rubbing your shoulders, letting your bra straps fall off your shoulders hitting your elbows. You were laying on your stomach feeling Wanda's thighs clench against your hips. Her hand tucked underneath your stomach latching on to one of your cups throwing your bra onto the floor.

You were about to say something as you felt this wave come over you. All of the pain in your spine was easing away. Wanda's fingertips danced around our skin, her mist intertwining her fingers leaving marks of light on your back.

"You starting to feel better, dragă?" Her body bent down whispering in your ear, her breath was hot feeling her lips graze the top of your ear. You let a tiny moan burring your face down not letting her hear you. "Uh-huh-..." You let out another moan louder. Wanda softly laughed trailing her hands down your back gripping your sides tightly.

With force, her hands tightened more forcefully flipping you onto your back. You quickly covered your boobs with your arms crossing your hands around your neck. "What y/n? Why are you getting so shy?" Wanda caressed her hand on your stomach running up pulling your arms away from your boobs, letting them bounce free. Her hands were so soft. She was still hovering over you with her thighs clenched around your hips. Her fiery orange hair was on her face. You wanted to fix it so bad but it looked so sexy too. Wanda bent down softly kissing your neck. Leaving a straight line down to your stomach. "Ești atât de frumoasă..." She groaned kissing you lower till she got to the hem of your panties. "Huh?.." You looked down wondering what she said since you didn't learn sokovian yet but you knew she said something hot. She grinned looking up at you, her eyes started to glow red. Her cheeks warmed getting a rosy pink. "Haha, you're cute y/n." You were shivering, not because you were cold. You knew what was going to happen but you were nervous. You were new to this, this was your first time. You didn't want Wanda to find out but you couldn't play it off or fake it. You knew you couldn't think about it either, she'd read your mind. You looked down giving a somewhat awkward smile. You saw Wanda's facial expression change, you fucked up thinking about it now. She knows. You tried to hide your face because your expressions speak louder than any word you can say. You felt intensely red across your face.

"You ready fetiță?" Wanda did her signature held tilt raising an eyebrow with a stupid little grin. You couldn't decide if you wanted to tell her how you felt or if you wanted to bite the bullet and go through with it, but how can you say no to this gorgeous woman straddling your pelvis.

You tried to let out a single word but all that came out was a soft moan flowing out of your lips. You finally felt your vocal cords buzz getting enough courage to say something.

"Y-yes Wanda..." Your lips moved to create a slight smile. All of your pain has gone away. All you felt was pure. At this moment.

Wanda's grin turned into a tiny bite on her lip looking down your hips, pulling the hem of your panties down. She stood over you hovering on her knees throwing your panties to the foot of the bed. She turned her head behind her flicking her hand to shut and lock the door with the lights dimming. All of the light you saw was the red light coming from Wanda's hand until she snapped her fingers seeing some of the light of your new candles. Wanda began to lift her black dress over her head wearing nothing underneath except for her black thigh-high socks. She was probably planning all of this you thought. "You wanna know what I said earlier y/n?" She flipped her hair behind her bending down giving little pecks on your neck up to your chin. You were genuinely curious but you were too flustered to think of any form of a sentence. You shook your head letting out a noise. You tried to say yes but it came out as a low moan. Her lips met yours so softly touching even though when they touched it came as a rough surprise. Wanda's lips were soft compared to yours. Yours had a cut on the top from your mission, though it didn't hurt no more it still made you a little insecure. Wanda let go kissing your cheek feeling her breath on your ear.

"I said you're so beautiful, love." She whispered lower her hand down to your hot opening. Her soft finger circled your pulsating clit. You clenched your jaw looking down between Wanda and yourself.

"You are so fucking wet detka.." Wanda's one hand was circling your center while the other was fixing her hair from falling in front of her face. Your moans became loud when you felt one of her fingers slip inside your core. "O-oh my god..W-wand!" You whimpered tripping on your tongue. Wanda grinned loving how she was making you act. She never saw you this way. Frankly, you never saw yourself act this way also. "Awe babydoll, do you like that?" Wanda's naked body shifted around your stomach. You felt her arousal on your skin. When you realized she was grinding on you, you immediately gripped Wanda's hips pushing her down thrusting herself more. Wanda let out a little groan scrunching her nose.

"You're so hot Wanda..my god." Your head tilted back feeling you slowly creeping up to an orgasm, your first every orgasm by another person. Wanda knew it too. You felt your walls starting to tighten, ready to close. She giggled shaking her head.

"Oh no, no kotenok." She pulled out her finger sticking to her ring finger. You bucked her hips wanting her to continue to feel her inside you again. "P-p-please Wanda! Let me cum."

"No dragă. Not like this." She got up moving her body down sitting on her knees. You looked down seeing the beautiful sparkly wet spot she left on your stomach. Her hands clenched the inside of your thighs prying them wide open. You saw her having some troubles with her hair getting in the way, so you twisted your fingers through her hair keeping it up. You knew what was coming next, your entire body shook in excitement. She looked up into your eyes. She was glowing, literally. Her eyes changed from green to dark red.

"You ready dragă?" She bent down. You gasped, you couldn't believe this was happening. Her tongue moved ever so slightly all along your folds. You shifted your thighs moving onto Wanda's shoulders. "Awe fuck!" Your nails dug into her scalp, she groaned into you. "Mmm, fuck you taste so good y/n!!" Her tongue finally went into you. The feeling made you jolt, you tugged at her hair. She loved it. Her arms wrapped around your thighs letting her nails drag along your skin; leaving sharp reddened marks. It stung the first time she did that until the pain turned into pure pleasure almost begging her to dig her nails into your skin. You moaned again, your back arched moving your hips around. Wanda pressed her face deeper into you feeling her mouth closer moving all over you.

"Oh my god, Wanda! Go faster!! P-p-please.." You were hot and flustered. You couldn't think nor did you want to at this moment. All you wanted to think was Wanda and her only. All you see from her was her orange roots on top of her head. Wanda paid more attention to your clit, lightly swaying her tongue across not pushing too hard just yet. Your hands were still intertwined in Wanda's hair, caressing the side of her ears.

"Ar fi bine să vii pentru mine" Wanda muttered against you. Your body twitched against her mouth.

"Uh-huh.." You didn't speak sokoivan, you kicked yourself in the ass that you didn't learn earlier so you can understand what the hell she said. All you did was agree hoping she was saying good things.

"You gonna cum for me kotenok?" Wanda looked into your eyes, her eyes sparkled emerald. It was her diamond eyes that made you whimper. Your teeth caught on to your lip biting down. "Yes, Wanda!" You tried to control your breathing even though Wanda's finger glided your sensitive folds, you let out a moan completely losing control of your breathing. "Are you all mine? Huh?" Wanda laid her head slightly on your thigh circling her finger around your clit. Make your thigh twitch.

"Yes..yes Wanda. I am all yours." You stroked her head lightly, massaging your thumbs on her temples. "Good girl y/n." Wanda went down finish off licking your middle. That little break made your sensitivity stronger. That rush rode on for short time and you felt your first climax coming around the corner. Wanda knew it too, her eyes lit up again. Except a red mist surrounded you. Your entire back sat up by the mist prompting yourself with your hands leaving from her hair.

As you sat up you felt your climax coming fairly quick. "Awe fuck! Wanda! I'm cumming! Fuck!!" Your face was a deep red looking down at Wanda turning into a bright rosy pink. "Than cum than detka.." Wanda went nuts on your clit again making your moans turn into a scream.

Your orgasm hit you hard. It washed over you making your entire body vibrate. Wanda sat up stroking your thigh. You fell back onto the mattress feeling the cold sheets along your spine. "How was that y/n? Do you feel better?" Wanda got up crawling up to meet your gaze. She laid her body down onto yours wrapping her arms around your neck. You lifted your twitchy arms around Wanda's torso. Trying once again to control that breathing.

"That was fucking amazing Wand. I do feel better. Thank you." You turned kissing her cheek.

"Not bad for your first time huh?" She giggled stroking your hair. You cocked your head staring into your eyes, turning a bright red.

"Wait! How in the hell did you know?"

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 025 [Top Two]

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Word Count: 2,581

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〈“You should see me in a crown. Your silence is my favorite sound. Watch me make ’em bow, one by one.” Billie Eilish, “You Should See Me In A Crown”〉

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“Umm… why the heck are you all here?” Ochaco cried out, distress clear in her voice. Dozens of students were crowding around the outside of our classroom, whispering and taking pictures of us. What, are we a fucking exhibit at the zoo now?

“Do you students have some sort of business with our class?” Iida questioned.

“Why are you blocking our doorway? I won’t let you take us hostage!” Mineta cried out. As if that short idiot could do anything.

“They’re scouting out the competition, idiots.” Bakugo headed for the door and I followed, slinging the strap of my bag over my shoulder. “We’re the class that survived a real villain attack. They wanna see us with their own eyes.” He stopped at the door, narrowed eyes scanning the students. “At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now, move it extras!”

I chuckled. Typical Bakugo. To think that one word changed our relationship. I wonder, would we be friends if I hadn’t learned who he was?

“You can’t just walk around calling people extras just because you don’t know who they are!” Iida complained, waving his hand frantically.

I raised a brow at him. “The fuck you talking about, man? He calls everyone extras, even the fuckers he does know.”

“So this is class 1-A?” A boy with a mop of purple hair pushed his way to the front of the group, a black-haired boy close behind. This kid over here lookin’ like Doc Brown’s reject son. “I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional or just you?”

“Sick burn, bro.” I snickered.

“Shut up, bitch!”

“How sad to come here to find a bunch of ego-maniacs.” The boy rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s tragique.” The black-haired boy nodded.

“I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn’t cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they’ll have to transfer people out to make room.”

Several people grew nervous behind us, Izuku included. While I don’t doubt the validity of his statement, I think the only people at real risk of being yanked from class 1-A is Invisigirl and the perverted Grape. I can’t speak for class 1-B, though, not that that has anything to do with us.

“‘Scouting the competition’?” Purple continued. “Maybe some of my peers are, but I’m here to let you know that if you don’t bring your very best, I’ll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war.”

“Heh~ but we‘re the egomaniacs, right?” I scoffed, meeting his dull purple eyes. “Ever heard of the expression, ‘The pot calling the kettle black’? Besides, if you weren’t good enough to make it the first time, what makes you think you can replace people that were good enough?”

His eyes narrowed.

The black-haired boy beside him scoffed. “You guys are whaq with a q.”

“‘Whack’ isn’t spelled with a fucking q, you twat.” I responded.

“It’s reserved for special cases like you!”

“Are you stupid?”

“I’m lucid sometimes.”

“Hey, you!!” A silver-haired boy joined the fray, pushing and shoving his way through the crowd as he screamed at the top of his lungs. “I’m from class 1-B next door to you! We heard you fought some villains and I came to see if that was true! You’re just a bunch of brats who think you’re better than us!!”

“Goddamn. And I thought you were loud, Bakuhoe.” I scowled, rubbing my temple. I could feel a headache starting to form from the sheer volume of his voice.

“Talk all you want, it’ll just be more embarrassing when you’re K.O’d!!”

Bakugo moved forward.

“Don’t you ignore me!!”

“Dude, where are you going?” Kirishima rushed forward. “You gotta say something! It’s your fault they’re all hating on us, Bakugo! You, too, Winchester!”

“The fuck’d I do?” I muttered.

“These people don’t matter,” Bakugo responded, simply.

“Huh?”

“The only thing that’s important is that I beat them. Let’s go, Tiger.”

Kirishima sent me a pleading look and I shrugged. “You got what you wanted, Kiri. He said somethin’.” I followed the blonde as he moved through the crowd, the students jumping away from his glaring red eyes.

“Hey!! I’m coming for you!!”

“Hopefully quieter next time,” I muttered, folding my hands behind my head. “I’m hungry, let’s go get tacos.”

“Fuck no. We’re getting ramen.” He glanced at me. “And then we’re going to train.”

I scowled. “You always go to that place that serves only spicy ramen. I hate it.”

“Your quirk is fire but you can’t even handle spicy food. Pathetic.”

“My quirk ain’t about sweatin’, fool. And I never agreed to train with you, either.”

“Too fuckin’ bad,” He suddenly stopped, shoving his finger in my face. “Me and you are gonna destroy all of those damn losers and then I’m gonna thoroughly beat your ass in the final, you got that?!”

I sweatdropped, looking away. “That sounds like a lot of work, man.”

“Suck it up, weakling!”

Geez, once this brat sets his mind on something, there’s no stopping him. This is gonna be a serious pain in my ass.

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“I’m home,” I muttered, pushing the door open and kicking my sneakers off before heading to the kitchen. “What the fuck are you doin’, bro?”

Aizawa grunted in annoyance. Both of his thickly bandaged arms were out of their sling, a cup of instant noodles dangling precariously between them. “You’re late,”

I took the cup from his arms, holding up the plastic bag in my other hand. “Sorry. Bakugo’s a real bitch when it comes to training. And everything else in general.”

He fell into the chair at the kitchen table. “You’re training with him?”

I pulled two plates from the cabinet, dividing the box of chicken bites between them before adding a spoonful of mac-n-cheese, green beans, and mashed potatoes with gravy. I set both plates on the table before getting a Dr. Pepper for myself and some juice for him. “I didn’t want to, but he wouldn’t stop bitching about it and then he smacked me when I wasn’t looking, so I humored him. Then I actually got into it and lost track of time.” I plopped down beside him.

Due to his excessive injuries, Aizawa needed someone to help him out at home and since I wasn’t able to protect him from the bird brain fucker, I told Toshi that I’d be staying with Zawa ’til he recovers. The man in question certainly wasn’t happy about needing to be helped, especially not by me, but the alternative was the loud-mouth Present Mic, so he settled.

He was struggling to pick up the fork so I grabbed it for him, holding it up so his finger could wrap around the metal. “I’m surprised he’s gotten so close to you. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, though.”

“Probably not, but at least I’m finally starting to socialize, right?”

He stared at me blankly.

“Tough crowd,”

“What are your plans for the sports festival?”

“Care to be more specific?”

“Are you going to give it your all? You haven’t shown much interest in going pro.”

I leaned back in my chair, stirring my mashed potatoes with the fork. “Dunno. I’ve been thinking about it… everyone is so hyped for the sports festival, so I feel like I should match that by giving it my all, you know? At the same time… everyone else has a clear goal, a dream to become a pro and this is their big chance to get noticed. Well, one of ’em, anyway. Kinda feels like I shouldn’t take that away from them. Plus…”

“You’re scared,” he commented, dryly.

I scowled, propping my chin in my palm. “I ain’t scared, I’m worried, there’s a difference. I don’t wanna hurt anyone, especially if this is gonna be like a one-on-one battle royale or whatever. Bakugo has this shit idea in his head that the two of us are gonna be the top two – with him taking first, of course. I kinda wanna beat him just to spite him, but that’ll cause me a bigger headache in the future. He’s pretty damn strong, too.”

“You don’t think you can beat him?” He stabbed a piece of chicken, bringing it to his mouth.

I shrugged. “Won’t know that unless we fight. I feel like my raw power is better than his, but I rely on instinct alone, while he relies on instinct and intelligence. I’d rather not fight him if I can avoid it, it’ll be too much of a pain in the – Ow, that fucking hurt, you bitch!” I rubbed the back of my hand which he had just stabbed with his fork.

“Stop being lazy, Jen. Whether you plan to go pro or not, as a student of U.A. you represent the school through your actions.”

“Isn’t that even more reason to air on the side of caution?” I scowled. “Think about how shit it would be if I lost control during the sports fest. Talk about an image ruiner.”

“Are you planning on killing anyone?”

“The fuck kinda question is that? Of course not.” I paused. “Though, I wouldn’t be above killing Mineta, not even gonna lie. If I have to fight him, I’mma destroy him.”

He ignored my last comment. “Then you should be fine.” His eyes met mine and his gaze softened. “Just do your best and stop stressing so much.”

“Hey, Zawa?”

“Hmm?”

I chewed on my lip, thoughtfully. Should I tell him about that voice I heard back at the USJ? No matter what kinda world you live in, hearing voices ain’t a good thing, but… it was probably just a hallucination brought on from the extreme stress. I don’t wanna worry him or bug him, especially when he’s still healing. I smiled softly, “You always act tough but you’re just a big ole softy, ain’t ya – ow, fuck, Aizawa!”

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The day of the sports festival had finally arrived and the stadium was packed with people. Various food stalls had been set up outside, including a glorious taco stand. Me and the rest of class 1-A had been ordered to change into our gym uniforms and hang out in the waiting room until we were called out, but I had woken up late and missed breakfast. Plus, tacos.

While the others nervously and excitedly chatted with one another about the sports fest, I slipped out of the room and out to the front where the food stalls were located. My mouth started to water at all the glorious smells teasing my nose, my stomach growling and whining at me. I stopped behind a woman with a small child, trying not to tap my foot impatiently as she waited on her food. Finally, she stepped away and I moved forward.

The man at the stall was older, maybe late fifties or early sixties, with a mess of gray hair. A thin, white bandana had been wrapped around his forehead, the name ‘Shimatsu Tacos!’ written in bold red lettering with a taco between the two words.

He smiled kindly, wrinkles appearing around his mouth. “What can I get for you?”

“Five soft shell tacos, please.” I dug around in my pocket for the money I had shoved there after changing out of my uniform.

“Coming right up!” He hummed as he started to cook the beef and toast the shells.

“Hey, you!” An arm slung around my shoulder and I scowled at the contact, slapping my palm against the woman’s face and shoving her away from me. Her hand grabbed my shoulder, refusing to let go. “Hey, what are you doing?!”

“Don’t fucking touch me, rude ass.” I stomped my foot down on hers and she finally let go.

“Ow, that hurt, you brat!” Her purple eyes narrowed at me as she clutched her foot, blonde hair bouncing as she hopped on the other foot.

“Don’t fucking touch people without their permission.” I folded my arms over my chest.

“Listen here, you little -”

“Mt. Lady!” A man grabbed her wrist before she could grab me. He looks like… a leafless tree in a tight blue one-piece. ‘Kay, then. “You can’t attack a student, what are you thinking?”

“This brat attacked me.” She huffed.

I rolled my eyes. “I stomped on your foot because you grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. Get over it.”

“See! She admitted it!” She pointed an accusing finger at me. Bitch, are you five?

“You shouldn’t have grabbed her,” Woodsman scolded before turning to me, softening his voice. “And you shouldn’t attack people.”

“Che,” I looked away from him, turning back to the old man as he handed me my food. Each taco was wrapped separately and all of them were placed in a small, cardboard container.

“Here you are, enjoy!”

“How much do I owe you?”

“Not a thing!” He grinned, giving me a thumbs up. “Just do your best in the sports festival!”

I hummed as something behind him caught my eye. “Hey, can I have that?”

His eyes followed mine and he seemed to realize what I was planning to do. He laughed loudly, taking it down from the peg it hung on and handing it over to me. “Good luck, kid!”

“Thanks,” I sent him a smile before turning toward the stadium.

“Wait a minute! I’m not done with you!” The woman grabbed my shoulder. “You need to learn some respect, kid!”

I scoffed, slapping her hand away. “And you need to learn to keep your hands to your fuckin’ self. Respect is earned, it ain’t given freely, and you ain’t done shit to earn my respect so fuck off, old lady.”

“O-Old?!”

Hmm, how annoying. I weaved my way through the crowd of people, munching on one of the tacos as I re-entered the stadium. I pushed open the door to our waiting room and stopped short as the tense atmosphere.

“- Of course you’re better than me.” Izuku was saying as he faced Todoroki. “In fact, you probably have way more potential than anyone in the hero course. That’s why you got in so easily.”

Fucking rude, you little shit.

“Midoriya, maybe you’re being a little hard on yourself. And us…” Kirishima spoke up, holding his hands up. He was clearly trying to defuse the situation.

“No, he’s right, guys! All the other courses… they’re coming for us with everything they’ve got. We’re all gonna have to fight to stand out. And I’ll be aiming for the top, too!”

“Fine,” Todoroki responded, his voice ice cold.

“Sheesh, you guys are a couple of edgelords, ain’t ya?” I commented before taking another bite of the taco.

“Winchester! Where did you disappear to?” Kiri asked, his eyes snapping to the food in my hand. “Hey, where did you get that food? And where’s mine?”

“Food stand,” I answered. “If I share with you, I’d have to share with the whole class and I ain’t about that life. Sorry, bro.”

He sweatdropped.

“Um, Jen-san?”

“What, Izuku?”

“…why are you wearing a bandana around your forehead that says ‘Shimatsu Tacos’?”

“Don’t question my fashion choices, you little shit.”

“R-Right…”

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gillianfoster · 7 years

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cal/gillian post-beat the devil.

The case had been hard on everyone. Cal knew that. Really, she did. Still, she couldn’t help thinking that it had been particularly rough on her - what with the ex-professor/ex-lover and the waterboarding.

No matter what, though, Cal also knew she was incapable of telling Gillian she needed anything from her. As it kept coming up, over and over again, she felt like Gillian had to deal with enough of her shit. Constantly she was trying to keep Gillian out of the things she could, keep her safe and away and good. This was different, though. Cal felt vulnerable and wrong and uncomfortable. She’d suspected to some extent that Martin would come after her and not Helen, but that didn’t mean she’d been fully prepared to be tortured and nearly killed and to come within an inch of death the way she had. She was aching, her chest still hurt, her head ached, and if she hadn’t kept herself tensed she wondered if her hands might still be shaking.

When she asked Gillian for dinner, it had been a request for help. The closest she could come to saying “I need you.” And Gillian had told her no.

So, again. She understood. Gillian wanted time alone to deal with things. She couldn’t clean up after Cal all the time, be there for her every moment. Logic reminded Cal of all these things - but that didn’t mean it didn’t still hurt. To finally reach out when she needed it most and to be shut down was nearly enough to kill her all over again.

She’d muttered something to Gillian and left - she hadn’t tried to go to dinner, or anywhere. She’d gone straight home. Maybe it would have been different if Emily was home waiting, but she wasn’t. She was with her mum - good in some ways, bad in others. It was good because the whole case Cal had known she was safe, far away from the bloody psychopath who’d been stalking around. It was bad now because spending time with her daughter would have been the next best thing after time with Gillian. Emily would have made her laugh, made her proud, and they’d eat some type of shit dinner like beans on toast and watch telly together - she was the luckiest mum in the world, or at least tied with Zoe, and she knew it. Em was the best daughter imaginable, and Cal loved her to bits. But none of that would be happening either when she got home. The house would be dark. Empty. But a bar would be too much, too, and she knew it. Home was the best option for her.

When she got in, she turned on all the lights and changed into her pyjamas straightaway. She wore the oldest softest flannel bottoms she could find, and even put on socks. She made tea. She turned on the telly for background noise, and settled in at her desk with her laptop and tried to distract herself. She didn’t know how long it’d been when the doorbell rang and she jumped out of her skin. She realized as she stood up that she’d forgotten to eat - again. She approached the door with caution, even though she knew Martin had been caught and was in jail - but when she got close to the frosted glass, she saw Gillian standing on the other side. She blinked a few times and opened the door.

“Gill? What are you doing here? Christ, what time is it?”

“It’s not that late, Cal. It’s only 9. Anyways, I… wanted to come make sure you were alright. I forgot Emily’s with Zoe right now, and I realized when I was leaving the office that you were on your own.”

“Oh, Gill, for God’s sake, come on. I’m a grown woman, I think I can handle it.”

She watched Gillian sigh and she nearly winced at her own behavior. She couldn’t help it though, she was still hurting. She’d given Gill her chance.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that. You… asked me to dinner earlier tonight and the reason I said no was… unfair to you. I’m sure you’ve already eaten by now-“

“I haven’t, actually.”

Gillian blinked at her, then frowned. Cal gave her a false sort of grin.

“Cal, it’s 9 PM. Why haven’t you eaten dinner?”

“Forgot?” Her voice and her expression were both sheepish, and she directed them right at Gillian.

Cal was forced back as Gillian rolled her eyes and pushed her way inside. “Right, well, I’m taking care of dinner, then. Come sit with me in the kitchen while I make you something.”

“I can make my own food, Gill,” Cal insisted as she trailed along behind her. Gill’s hair was up, in that little ponytail that was just barely long enough to exist. It looked like she’d gone home, changed clothes, and then changed her mind as well. Cal knew Gill always wore her hair up at home.

“And yet you haven’t,” Gillian replied. “Just come sit down.”

Sitting at the bar, as instructed, Cal stuck up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Alright, you’re the boss.” She paused for a moment, shifting on her seat and then propping her arms on the counter gesturing at Gillian with one of her hands. “Can it be beans on toast?”

“Emily told me that’s all you ever eat.”

Cal scoffed and sat up for a moment. “Since when does my daughter report back to you about me?”

Gillian turned, untwisting the tie around the bread bag as she did. “Since she worries about you, Cal.”

Humming in response, Cal went back to propping her head on her hand, leaning on the counter. “So you said you said no to my dinner request for a reason that was unfair to me. You wanna explain that?”

By then Gillian had turned back around, but Cal could still see her shoulders tense up.

“Not really,” she offered.

It was hardly like Cal was going to take that for an answer. “Right, well. I’m not gonna try and read it on you, love. I’m not sure I could. Not after today. So you wanna tell me or not, that’s up to you.”

Cal had moved on to tracing the shapes in the counter with her finger, but she could feel Gillian’s eyes on the top of her head. She could practically feel the sad expression, too. After a moment, she heard the noise of bread going in the toaster, and she felt safe looking back up, and she found she was back to just staring at Gillian’s back again as she moved on to heating up the beans, pouring a can into a pot on the stove. Cal looked at the way the cloth bunched up at Gillian’s waist until she could practically feel it under her fingers, and then she felt like she had something stuck in her throat suddenly, and she looked away.

“Helen… said something to me today,” Gillian said finally. “Something ridiculous, honestly, and I never should have listened to her. You were her student and she had a relationship with you, I don’t know why I would trust her word on anything - and I didn’t, really. She was awful about Valerie while we were talking outside the box, she was awful about you. It just struck me as off, and it made me want some time alone. But that was inconsiderate of me, after what you went through today, and I’m sorry.”

“What’d she say?”

“Just that… you’re not in things for the long haul.”

Snorting out a disbelieving laugh, Cal slouched further on her stool. “Unbelievable. Of course she’d say that. That’s what I get for breaking it off with my professor, I suppose.”

“You broke it off with her?”

Cal shrugged. “Yeah. She was… I mean it happened for a number of reasons. But after a while it just kept bugging me, you know, that she was my professor. Maybe it was that whole thing about authority you and Emily are always telling me I’ve got, I dunno. Point being I broke it off with her before I graduated because I just couldn’t do it anymore. And I think she was a little upset that I did the breaking off.”

“Well that’s-” Gillian was cut off as the toast popped up and she jumped slightly. Cal smiled.

She watched as Gill took out the toast and moved back over to the beans on the stove, stirring them and watching them, then poking at them with a finger to see if they were warm yet. It didn’t seem like they were.

“You know, Helen and I were only together about a year. And with all the periods that she and I went without talking… I’ve known you for ages and ages longer than I really knew her. I’m not sure I ever really knew her.”

Gill turned and smiled. “And you know me?”

Again, Cal shrugged. “Like to think I do. Do I?”

With a laugh, Gillian went back to stirring. “Yes, Cal. I think you do.” There was a brief pause, and when Gill spoke again, her voice was softer. “Do I… know you?”

“Better than anyone, Gill. You ought to know that. ‘Cept maybe Emily. But there are things I can tell you that I can’t tell her.”

“Better than Zoe?” Gill asked, her voice going just a bit too high in pitch even for a question.

“Gill, I told you things when we met that I never told Zoe. You know that.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

Gillian finished heating up the beans in the quiet, and Cal was glad to let her. Just having her there made the room brighter, and made her feel looser and a little more relaxed. She watched as Gillian fixed everything and then came over to set a plate in front of her with her toast, complete with beans. She smiled, and Gillian gave her a fond look and rolled her eyes. She ate, and Gillian stole a bit of toast, and she started telling funny stories from Oxford to make Gill laugh - about the time she’d gotten piss drunk and streaked across a field in the middle of a game of polo and somehow not gotten thrown out of school.

When the food was done, and it was later, Cal was suddenly exhausted, but she didn’t want to go to bed in case Gillian decided to leave. After the fourth or fifth time she yawned, Gillian gave her a stern look.

“You should probably be heading to bed, shouldn’t you? You’ve got to be exhausted.”

Cal shook her head, but undermined herself by yawning again. “Look, I’m… My bedroom’s a mess right now I don’t really want to…”

“Do you want me to stay?”

She hated that Gillian was going to make her say it instead of just insisting - it was very like her, and normally Cal would have told her to go home. Instead, she nodded.

“Yeah, that’d be… Yes, love. Thanks.”

“Of course. Would you… want me to sleep in Emily’s room? Or…”

“My bed’s big enough for two I think. If you don’t…”

“I don’t mind.” Both of their voices were soft, and Cal tried not to flush as she stood up and stretched out her back. She pointed Gill in the direction of the bedroom and went around the house double-checking that everything was locked and turning off all the lights and the telly. Once everything was finished for the night, she made her way to her room.

Apparently she had been too quiet in her approach, and Gill hadn’t heard her. Though Gillian’s back and the back of her head was all she could see, she could still recognize that Gill was holding one of her sweaters, stroking the material with one hand and holding it close enough to her face probably to smell the detergent. It didn’t make much sense to her except that she’d thought about doing the same bloody thing the one time she’d gone to Gillian’s and seen one of her cardigans lying about. She cleared her throat and walked into the room.

She watched as Gill jumped and then folded the jumper and put it back down.

“You weren’t kidding, it is a mess in here,” she said shakily.

Cal went over to her and stepped close. “Gill… could you just…” Gillian looked at her, and Cal pulled her into a hug, holding her close.

It went on for a long time, both of them just holding each other in the corner of the room. Cal nearly fell asleep there until she shook herself and pulled back.

“Come on. Let’s not fall asleep standing up, yeah, love?”

When she pulled, though, Gillian fell against her, and suddenly they were close.

“Helen thought we were together,” Gillian whispered, and Cal could feel the breath in her words brush against her cheek.

“Is that what scared you off? The long haul comment was about that, specifically, and that was what made you pull back?”

“I was… nervous.”

Cal leaned in a little further, and her nose brushed against Gill’s cheek, and they both shivered. “What were you nervous about? Were you nervous about this?”

“Cal…”

She leaned in and pressed a kiss to Gillian’s lips, and she lingered until they were properly kissing, both of them involved, both of them clinging and holding and desperate not to pull back. Eventually, though, they both needed more air, and they separated with their lips damp, reluctant to pull back completely.

“I’m afraid I’m going to fall asleep while I’m kissing you,” Gillian whispered, and Cal chuckled.

“Come on and let’s get settled in, then.”

They both got into the bed, first on separate sides, then slowly moving closer until they were curled up together.

“This has been a long time coming. For me,” Cal said. She felt the need to clarify, to let Gillian know that this was important.

“Me, too.”

The two of them exchanged a few more kisses and fell asleep together - and Cal didn’t think again about Martin or Helen or any of it. Even her sleep that night was blessedly nightmare-free.

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