Tine (her), 26. Lesbian? Trying to create a safe environment for everybody. Mostly fanfiction for DC and Marvel. 18+ content possible (be warned). Masterlist pinned on HOME page
Author’s note: It has been a while since I posted anything writing-related, and I still need to get back into the groove. Non the less thank you to everybody who is reading this.
Didn’t really know how to end it, so sorry.
Summary: Trinity finally has an unpleasant encounter with Yolanda (EX) and her girlfriend is there to protect her.
The ER was the place where the two of you met. It wasn’t your normal work space. One of your patients arrived at the ER experiencing a severe case of ketoacidosis. After several hours in the ER, the situation finally became clear. Trinity requested an endocrinologist, and you were on call.
People recognized you as a no-nonsense doctor, even with infrequent ER visits. Kind, but honest and direct with patients and other doctors. You still remember tearing into one of the med students, Ogilvie. The imbecile failed to imagine a more suitable approach than offering nourishment to a diabetic patient exhibiting a glucose level above 800 and ketones. She was beside him when you did. You thought she looked pretty. In future encounters, you learned she was a sassy little shit that loved to push people’s buttons. You also learned she had something with Yolanda Garcia from surgery. You stayed away. Yet circumstances intervened.
Trinity returned to your life post-Yolanda breakup. The Trinity you saw afterwards was not the Trinity that you knew. Yolanda caused substantial damage to Trinity.
After she granted you her attention, you both took it. You had to bring your A-game to ask Trinity out for drinks. The initial moment you asked her out, she believed you sought a casual encounter, similar to experiences with Yolanda. You would accept all that she offered, demonstrating to her then that your words to her were genuine.
Yolanda convinced her that affection always requires sex. This matter remained unmentioned by you then, kept safe in memory, noted for future action.
Yolanda had also destroyed Trinity’s sense of self-worth. At the start of your relationship, Trinity favored loose hoodies that concealed her completely. Not cause she liked the style but because she didn’t enjoy looking at herself after Yolanda had torn into her body image one too many times. You adored her body, making her believe in her beauty.
Life was better in those days. Not perfect, but better.
Trinity was so done with this shift. Blood had covered her hands for almost her entire shift. Robby’s bad mood persisted from his sabbatical’s end, as he disliked sharing his ER space with another doctor, while Ogilvie’s nerves frayed much during her shift. Her luck ran out because, with just thirty minutes left in her shift, her last patient required orthopedic care. Worse, the ortho on call was Yolanda.
Dealing with her toxic ex was the absolute last thing Trinity wanted following her draining shift. She’d rather her weekend commence earlier so she can head home and relish her downtime with her girlfriend. Nonetheless, it seems she faced a considerable challenge in her life. Good news, the night shift was about to come in, and maybe she could hand off her patient before ortho came down, and she could avoid Yolanda altogether. She prayed for the night shift to get there sooner rather than later.
Trinity overheard nurses speaking as soon as her girlfriend arrived at the ER. She enjoyed the gossip about you. Trinity knew you looked good in your scrubs. As an endocrinologist, you set a positive example for your patients. You once asked Trinity, “How could you advocate for a healthy lifestyle for your patients’ well-being when you yourself didn’t practice it?”
Few people knew about your and Trinity’s relationship because you kept it private. Only her closest colleagues. Her coming out of the relationship with Yolanda, if you could even call it a relationship, and you wanting to not rush her into anything that she wasn’t ready for. You were gentle and kind. Folks perceived you like some commanding, aggressive physician; however, away from work, you behaved meekly. Trinity noticed that especially with her, you turned so soft. She was unsure how to proceed with it at first. Yolanda had never been like that. Never gave praise, not at work nor at home. No one was there to advocate for Trinity, it seemed. Not like you were. Trinity perceived constant support from you. Even when she knew she was wrong, you just listened and didn’t judge. She felt down, and you were unique in not forcing her to speak or ignoring her sarcastic quips. You would pull her into an embrace and just hold her. When she sought distance, sometimes through loud outbursts (acknowledging it was poor communication), you’d depart the room. You kept your distance, avoided abrupt departures, did not retaliate verbally, provided her with liberty, and waited ready to hear her when she felt inclined to converse.
You were her teddy bear when she needed one or her guard dog when she was too tired to fight for herself.
“Dr. Santos, ready to present the cases?” Dr. Shen asked her, getting her out of her head. Trinity breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, she could avoid Yolanda before she found you. Swiftly, Trinity and John discussed the patient's transfer from her care. The final patient encountered was the orthopedics case arriving most recently.
“35-year-old male. came in contact with a parked car while driving a bike. potential broken femur. confirmed on RX No sigh of head trauma. Ordered head CT to be safe, came back negative. no other important details in medical history.” John gave a curt nod in approval and took over her tablet and wished her a good night. Trinity wished him a calm shift and went toward the nurse's station to complete her charting. There she saw Dana briefing Lena for the handoff.
“Hey Santos, you have somebody waiting for you in the breakroom.” Dana told her after finishing with Lena. Trinity couldn’t help the smile taking over her face. Charting could wait. She first needed to see you.
As she neared the breakroom entrance, a voice called from behind. Trinity couldn’t help herself when she froze. It wasn’t your voice; your voice brought joy. This voice brought dread. Trinity could already feel herself spiraling a bit. Dealing with this tonight was something she strongly wished to skip.
“Trinity!” Yolanda quickened her step just to catch Trinity at the door. Trinity remained at the doorway; the awareness that you occupied space within brought solace.
“What can I do for you, Dr. Garcia? Dr. Shen currently handles the orthopedic patient requiring your attention. He will give you all the information.” Trinity said without looking up. Yolanda didn’t leave; she stepped closer and put a hand on Trinity’s shoulder.
“I know. Would you care to visit after work? It’s been some time since our last meeting. It came out so casually that it shocked Trinity. Had this woman forgotten Trinity’s condition following their prior sexual encounter?
“No, thank you. I have plans tonight.” Trinity answered.
“'forget them. I know I’m far more interesting than they are. I know how to make your evening a lot more enjoyable.” Trinity felled a hand snake around her waist as Yolanda led them into the breakroom. Trinity panicked. She didn’t want Yolanda’s hands on her; she felt vile with Yolanda’s hands on her. It evoked childhood memories, bad ones. She wanted to get away, but she couldn’t get her body to move.
You were waiting in the ER breakroom, not wanting to distract Trinity when she was with patients. You requested Dana inform you of your location, she being among those aware of your relationship. Scrolling on your phone to kill some time, you hear the door open before Trinity’s name is called. Your body immediately jumps into action when your recognise Yolanda’s voice. Trinity and Yolanda had minimal contact since the last time they were together, and Trinity was always on edge afterward.
You didn’t intervene immediately, wanting to give Trinity the chance to respond and not take away her time to confront her demons. You heard your girlfriend respond that Yolanda should go away.
But Yolanda, being Yolanda, didn’t take the hint and tried to convince Trinity to leave with her tonight. Hearing Yolanda’s words had you moving toward the door, but before you could make your presence known, the door opened and Trinity came in with Yolanda’s arm wrapped around her waist. Yolanda’s forceful entry pushed Trinity into the room, hiding her countenance from herself, but not from you. and the sheer terror on Trinity’s face broke your heart.
“Get your hands off her.” Your voice sounded like a growl. Yolanda was so shocked at seeing you that her hand around Trinity’s waist faltered, and you took that moment to pull Trinity into you.
“Who are you?” Yolanda looked at you with real disdain. You gave her no attention whatsoever. You were used to dealing with cocky surgeons and didn’t let it faze you.
“Make her go away.” Trinity mumbled into your arm. her voice making her sound even younger than she was. You knew that Yolanda had made bad memories pop up into Trinity’s head; you just knew it.
“Get out!” You didn’t rais your voice; you didn’t have to. Yolanda appraised you momentarily, unimpressed, yet she maintained her distance.
“Are you the new side hustle?” Yolanda’s voice was filled with disdain. Trinity stiffened in your arms.
“no I’m the one that stayed. I should kick your ass for half the things you put Trinity through, but she doesn’t like me getting into fights.” With that, you lead Trinity toward the lockers to get her stuff and go home. Yolanda wasn’t worth your time and Trinity needed you more.
Yolanda seemed to block your path on the way out.
“Dr. Sanotos shift is over. I am taking her home. I you try to stop me and I will make sure you won’t see another OR well into your retirement, Dr. Garcia. Not until you need your own hip surgery.” Your sounded cold even to your own ears.
“Besides, the two of you were casual anyway, right? So getting jealous of her moving on makes you look desperate, Garcia.” Last words uttered precede Trinity’s exit. Unconcerned with any observers, you remained together. Trinity would hate it even more if her coworkers saw her like this.
The walk toward your car is quiet. Trinity is stuck inside her head, and you want this evening to end. You helped Trinity into the car before getting behind the wheel. The ride home was mostly silent, save for your encouraging words to Trinity, letting her know you were still there while she was processing everything.
Arriving at your shared apartment, you park the car and wait. It takes a full minute for Trinity to notice the car has stopped, but it seems the thing that gets her out of her head.
“I’m sorry.” Her voice comes out so utterly broken that it makes you want to cry.
“hey.” You grab her hands to prompt her to look up.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. Yolanda is the one who should be apologising.” Tears sprang into Trinity’s eyes.
“No one has ever stood up for me like that.”
“Then everybody in your life has been A-holes.” That draws a chuckle from her.
“I have never seen you so angry. You looked like you wanted to fight Yolanda.”
“If she dared to open her mouth, I would have.” This made Trinity laugh really.
“She works out with Park regularly.” Trinity slowly getting her deadpan voice back, meaning she would be alright.
“You say I would lose.” You rais an eyebrow at her in challenge.
“No offence, babe, but she would have you on your back in three seconds flat. you are more a lover than a fighter, anyway.”
“You could have me on my back in three seconds.” You grin while Trinity hits you in the chest.
“You are a dork.” There was no sarcasm in her words.
Notes: Trying to get back into writing for this story.
previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10-part11
Clarke quickly approached your joined tent, hoping you were there. When she only saw Lexa and Madi, her heart sank.
Lexa could see the distress on Clarke's face as she neared the tent. What had happened, and where were you?
"Clarke, hodness. What happened?" It was hard for Lexa not to run to her distressed wife, but Lexa had an image to uphold in unfriendly territory. When Clarke was inside the safety of their tent, she couldn't hold back any longer, so she pulled Clarke close to her with the arm that wasn't holding Madi. Clarke couldn't stop her tears when she felt Lexa pull her closer, missing you.
"Lexa, I did something stupid." Clarke sobbed into Lexa's shoulder.
"It's okay, Clarke, I have you. Whatever happened, I'm sure we can talk about it." Lexa tried to reassure her wife. The three of you had had your arguments before, and they were usually resolved quickly.
"no, Lexa! You don't understand. I have never seen (Y/N) look at me like that."
"Clarke, sweetheart. Tell me what happened from the beginning. Cause you aren't making any sense." Lexa said while leading Clarke toward a chair so she could sit.
Madi immediately hugged Clarke the moment she sat down.
"hugs, mommy. Mama says hugs make everything better." Madi looked up at Clarke with a toothy smile. Clarke managed to give a tear-filled smile back. You had been right. Had anyone else caused this commotion, Clarke wouldn't have thought twice about your reaction.
After a couple of deep breaths, Clarke got her breathing under control. She hugged Madi tightly.
Lexa, who had watched Clarke run through all the emotions, sat beside her wife as Clarke told her story through hiccups and tears. Lexa listened. It wasn't Lexa's place to choose a side. She just wanted everybody to be safe at home again.
Lexa suggested giving you some time. That way, both you and Clarke could calm down. So when you return, both of you can have a calm conversation. If there was one thing Lexa knew for certain, you loved her and Clarke.
Madi, who hadn't understood the conversation her mothers had been having, just sat there. The thing Madi did understand was that her mommy was sad and that her mama was gone. Seeing her mommy so sad made Madi want to do something about it. Maybe if she found you, you could come and give Mommy your hugs. They always made her feel better.
Sneaking outside, Madi immediately went to the three who would help her. Winter, Rain and Wood were close to the tent and got up when they noticed Madi approaching them. For them, Madi was the pack's pup and needed protection.
"We have to find mama. Mommy sad." Madi walked into the woods, surrounded by the three dire wolves. The wolves immediately tried to locate the scent of their master and started to lead Madi in that direction.
You had cooled off a little after your argument with your wife. You weren't able to go back to the tent just yet. So, you sat on a log and reviewed your emotions and thoughts. You Weren't mad at Clarke. Your feelings got the best of you after a hard couple of days. You also knew Clarke was under much stress, and your clashes with Bellamy weren't helping.
Sitting there for a few minutes, you notice someone approaching you. You ready yourself for whatever it is that comes through the clearing.
"Madi?" Hearing your voice, Madi ran toward you and flung herself at you.
"mama! Found you." You looked her over for any injury she could have gotten while walking through the woods. When you didn't see anything, you looked her in the eyes.
"what are you doing here? Do Mommy or nomon know you are here?" you knew the answer already. No way would your wives let Madi walk through the woods alone. Madi, however, seemed to be concerned about other things.
"mama! Mommy, sad. Sorry. Needs you." Madi wiggled herself out of your hold and pulled you toward the camp. When you didn't follow, Madi looked up at you with a pretty impressive glare. Clarke would be so proud.
"mama! Mommy cried." That did break your heart. Lexa nor Clarke cried easily. Meaning she must be feeling pretty big emotions.
Sucking up your feelings, you pick Madi up and start walking toward the rest of your family.
When Clarke spotted you walking toward her, she flings herself at you. She was starting to apologize profusely. You let her ramble for a moment while holding her close.
"It's okay, Clarke. We were both at fault. I shouldn't have let my temper get the best of me and should also have considered your feelings. I get more territorial around certain Skaikru." You kissed Clarke on the forehead before kissing her on the lips.
You feel her sag against you and hold her closer. Out of the corner of your eyes, you spot Lexa smiling. Reaching out for her, Lexa picks up Madi and joins the embrace.
"I love the three of you so much." You confess. Having this rare moment of vulnerability reserved for your family.
You and Clarke eat dinner before taking a quick bath and turning in for the night. Agreeing that you would be taking a more back-seated role in the negotiations, limiting your contact with the Skaikru. Your best warriors would still shadow Lexa and Clarke. That was the only condition you had.
Synopsis: (Y/N) is a ruling crime boss in National City and the alpha of the city's werewolf pack. When her lover Morgana(let’s pretend she is in this multiverse and the twin sister of Lena Luthor, who stayed behind in Ireland) gets hurt, somebody has to pay.
Two sets of headlights illuminated the night sky as they drove in unison to the docks. The first car stopped with screeching tyres making it stop abruptly and rattle forward in front of the pier,. The figure behind the steering wheel stepping out of the car and looked at the scene around her, knowing it was a cliché but a good cliché.
As she approached the trunk of her car, five guys came out of the other vehicle and set up a perimeter. Blending so into the shadows that if she couldn't sense them (Y/N) wouldn't even know they were there. But (Y/N) could tell all her men apart just by smell. That is how she caught the rat.
Before opening the trunk (Y/N) gave her surroundings a once over. She wouldn't want unwanted guests at her party. Opening the trunk, she ignored the body, pretending to be unconscious.
Her acute senses could tell the difference, but she would give him his false sense of security. No, first, she had some things to set up. (Y/N) grabbed the chains and heavy weights from next to the man and threw them at the end of the docks. She was letting them fall with a loud clang.
People always said she had a flair for dramatics. It also gave her time to calm down a little and go over what she was going to do to the dead man before he became a dead man.
Thinking back at what the low life in her car had done made her blood boil, and she could not help but think of who it had almost cost her.
When (Y/N) was sure she wasn't going to rip his guy's throat out, she went to pull him out of the car.
Looking down at the man (Y/N), she watched the man who almost took everything from her a couple of hours ago. She waited for him to look her in the eyes.
She knew who the guy was when her men picked him up: James 'Jimmy' Olsen, a former associate of the Kent Clan. What (Y/N) had heard as of late was that he was working for the Danvers sisters.
James finally opened his eyes after (Y/N) glared at him for a few minutes. He was trying not to show his fear, but (Y/N) knew better. She could practically taste his fear.
"Mister Olsen, how nice of you to stop pretending." (Y/N) said in a sweet voice and kind smile, knowing he wouldn't buy it. The smile dropped when he didn't answer.
"I suggest, Mister Olsen, that you don't look a gifted horse in the mouth. To begin with, you are already on thin ice. So don't throw my kindness in my face." (Y/N) half growls as she grabs him by the shirt collar and lifted him out of the trunk like he weighed nothing more than a trash bag. (Y/N) Threw him toward the weight and chains. He comes down while scraping over the ground. Because his hands and feet were bound, he couldn't prepare himself and landed face first, cutting him up just a bit.
Not even a curse. someone had done this before.
(Y/N) hiked over to him, making her footsteps be heard so he knew she was coming closer. She grabbed James roughly by the shoulder and forced him on his back, with her looming over him—eyes just a little too bright in the night and teeth just a little too sharp.
"what do you want from me?" James asked, trying to get away. The hand on his shoulder prevented him from getting very far.
with the poor lighting around them it was like a demon staring down at him, and he had to do everything he could not let his fear show. With the cocky look, James saw on your face, he knew you could tell anyway.
"I think you know what I want from you, Mister Olsen. Seeing as where my men caught you." Patience was not your strong suit; buy you could be when you had to be.
"your men snatched me off the street with no good reason." James started to struggle, trying to get free. He got nowhere, however, except for being slammed back into the ground.
"No, my men picked you up because you smelled like the explosives that set one of my warehouses on fire tonight. A wolf's nose never lies, Mister Olsen. So, who sent you?" He stayed silent and glared at (Y/N), making her furious. Did the little prick even know what he had almost done tonight, who he had nearly cost her?
If he wouldn't talk to save his life, maybe something else could rattle his cage.
"I heard your sister and her wife adopted a little girl recently." That seemed to strike a nerve because he started to fight like an animal. Making (Y/N) smile.
"you bitch. Keep away from my family!"
"I will if you tell me what I want to know…"
A car approaching them pierced the silence. As the vehicle stopped, a chorus of growls could be heard. The person getting out didn't seem to care as they came closer. (Y/N) craned her neck to the side as the mystery person got closer.
"Let him go (Y/N)." Just a little bit of her Irish accent came through, but otherwise, she sounded exactly like Morgana.
"Well, if it isn't the poster child of the Luthor clan herself. Oh, wait, you are nothing more than the breeding bitch of the youngest Danvers now. Here to save the boy toy? (Y/N)' s mouth turned into a loose grin, more teeth than a smile and a mocking tone.
Eyes rooming over Lena's body. Except for the suit and straight hair, she looked exactly like Morgana.
Morgana who was lying unconscious in a hospital bed after a wall collapsed on her. Caused by an explosion ripping through the warehouse, James Olsen had set on fire.
When Lena noticed (Y/N) wasn't budging, she repeated her request, making (Y/N) laugh.
"You knew me, Lena. Mercy isn't in my book." (Y/N) said. Her attention went back to the man under her. She put the chains around the weight before rapping the weights around James, making her intentions very clear.
"if I let him go, what would that do to my reputation?" (Y/N) could feel her rage build the longer Lena was around. Her scent resembled her wounded lover, setting her inner animal on edge.
Lena was smart enough not to get closer. Sensing that (Y/N) was getting more agitated. Slipping from being a brutal bitch to the animal that dwelled inside.
“(Y/N)! whatever you think James has done…"
"You mean setting my warehouse on fire?" It took Lena a little too long for (Y/N) 's liking to come to James's defence.
"so the Danvers sisters set you up for this, Jimmy." (Y/N) says, looking down at James.
Hoisting him up with one arm, she dangled him over the water.
"And here I thought we were getting somewhere in our meetings."
“(Y/N) please! James was ill-informed. He thought your men were responsible for something my brother did."
"the beating of Winn Scott? That's what this is all about." (Y/N) didn't know if she wanted to scream or laugh.
"the warehouse was empty. I checked!" James yelled, his brave demeanour cracking as he dangled in the air over the water.
"you know what is stored next to that warehouse?" Lena noticed (Y/N) 's demeanour growing colder and becoming more dangerous.
"How should I know!" James was getting frantic.
"next to that warehouse, they stored car batteries. When they caught fire, they exploded. Injuring a very important person to me." That sends Lena's mind into overdrive. Only so many people could get this strong reaction out of you. Before anything else could be said, one of (Y/N) 's men emerged from the shadows.
"boss, she is awake." Lena could feel the heaviness of those words. (Y/N) stepped back from the edge and let James fall to the ground without a second thought. She was walking away before he even hit the ground. When she passed Lena, she stopped for just a moment.
"This isn't forgotten. If Morganna doesn't fully recover, I will see this little stunt as an act of war. Also, you can consider our meeting over and get your men out of my territory within the next 2 hours, or I will consider them fair game." With that, (Y/N) got into her car and sped off.
Lena caught her breath momentarily, not knowing she was holding it. She got to James and helped him out of his binds.
"I hope for all our sakes, James, that Morgana isn't that injured; otherwise, we have a war on our hands. Also, you can explain this to Alex when we get back."
oh. ah. so to go with the canon "charlie curling up on vaggie's side of the bed when she's sad and heartbroken and angry at the person she needs a hug from"... there's also the detail, of WHICH side of the bed is vaggie's
it's the right one
which means, when vaggie has to let her guard down to rest, her missing eye will be facing charlie- her girlfriend can keep her blind spot covered for her while she sleeps
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it.
And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation.
It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts.
We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue.
But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ????
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
Autor's note: So this is an original story I have been thinking about. just looking for some input if you guy's would be into that?
Commenting is always appriciated.
Olivia Wood was looking at herself through the gym mirror. Mostly to keep her form but also to keep her thoughts of the conversation happening behind her. The group of girls behind her were talking about her. The way they were ogling her was apparent. Olivia hated it when attention was on her. When working, she could put on her uniform and deal with it that way, but in private, she was an introvert. No matter what her colleagues tried telling you. She also knew her demeanour and physique but didn't say she was a shy introvert.
After taking a big breath and pushing it out through her teeth, Olivia came out of her squatting position, lifting the barbell on her shoulders. She repeated this a dozen times until she was at her limit. The longer she went on, the more excited the girls seemed.
Maybe it would be a good thing if she packed up after this. She had an early shift anyway tomorrow. After her last squad, Olivia lifted the barbell and put it back on the rack before cleaning it up. Nobody wanted somebody else grease on the equipment they were using. She also took off the additional weight she had put on the bar.
"Excuse me, but could I ask you a question?" While Olivia was cleaning up, one of the girls came up behind her. The blond looked to be in her early twenties.
Olivia remembered when she was that young. Life looked so much easier. Olivia also had to look down, her taller 1,80m frame towering over the girl who couldn't be more than 1,60M.
The blond didn't hide her lustful gaze as she racked them over Olivia's body. Her muscles twitched as the 25-kilo weight suddenly became a lot heavier.
"can I help you?" Uncertainty laced Olivia's voice. Why had the girl come up to her?
"Maybe you can. I have been seeing you here for the last two weeks and just had to get your number. If not for workout tips, then maybe for dinner sometime." The girl made her voice sound extra low. The girl had also taken a step closer to Olivia. She was pushing her cleavage almost in Olivia's face. Cleavage that was virtually popping out of her too-small sports bra.
Olivia could feel her ears turn red. She had never been good at this. Most of the time, when people were flirting with her, it went right over her head, or she thought people were being friendly. So she liked it when women were upfront, but this was too much even for Olivia. She didn't even know the girl's name. Also, she was trying too hard. The girl tried to put too much emphasis on her body, like she needed validation that she looked good. Olivia thought she was beautiful, but she also liked a woman who was confident in her own body. Sexy without even trying.
With that, memories of a fiery redhead spook through Olivia's mind as she racked a hand through her black hair. She is surely messing up her undercut. Olivia needed to get out of this situation. With a quick 'sorry can't nice meeting you' Olivia practically bolted through the door.
Running seemed a little cowardice, but Olivia wasn't good at confrontations, and if the girl started to cry, she was sure she would say yes to soothe her feelings without thinking about her own. Irin always said she was a sucker for seeing a girl cry.
Knowing she wasn't over her ex, she couldn't go out with this girl. That would be unfair.
For years, she thought she was over her, but since coming back to Blood Coast City four weeks ago, her mind had been plagued by memories of the voluptuous, snarky redhead that was her ex-girlfriend.
Five years ago, Irina had trusted Olivia with a big secret, and like the stupid idiot she was back then, she shattered that trust. Instead of talking things out like adults, Olivia ran. Even if Irina wasn't in a new relationship, Olivia was sure the woman didn't want to see her. So Olivia did what she did best; she ignored the problem, put her mind to her job, and reexplored the city she had left all those years ago. A city which had changed quite a bit since she had been gone, at least in her eyes.
This new AU was inspired by a number of things, one them being, well, Lilo and Stitch. Very, very loosely inspired. With a fantasy twist! Also inspired by all the theories from my lovely followers thinking that Vega was made through witchcraft. It isn't necessarily canon in Vega's main storyline, but it is here.
Lookit me, putting Wenclair in another AU where they're in a custody battle. Mostly because I've also been in a Once Upon a Time mood lately, which is the kinda vibe I'm going for when it comes to the fantasy aspect(i.e. a lil bit lazy and lore 90% pulled out of my ass)
From the fanfic "driving to my house in the middle of the night" by AtomicJellyb3an on AO3
Recently read this and absolutely loved it. The story is about Enid moving into a new house that's haunted by multiple spirits and Wednesday is a ghost hunter that will be expelling one type of ghost every week. It's hilarious and very heartfelt. Definitely one of my favorites.
Five times you find an excuse to carry Natasha and the one time she asks
Paring: Natasha x you
Words: 4756
Warnings: some swearing i think
1.
You tenderly grip the side of Natasha's thigh to keep it still as you graze the disinfectant wipe over the shallow cut placed just above her knee, your thumb absentmindedly grazing soft circles across the warm skin.
She was sat on the closed toilet seat clad in nothing but her sports bra and underwear, her hand clinging to both your index and middle finger as her eyes watch your every move.
Scrapes and bruises littered seemingly every inch of her pale skin, marring the already scarred, yet still beautiful canvas that sat before you. Some were sunken in and white, old from years of healing. Some were newer, still pink and raised. Each and every one told a different story. Some of which you knew, but most of which you didn't and probably never would.
You didn't necessarily mind honestly. Because all that you cared about right now was the fact she was letting you take care of her. That she'd allowed you to tenderly undress her without a single word of complaint. You had her trust, and if that's was all she was ever willing to give, it would forever be enough.
Not a single word had been spoken between you since she'd gotten home from her latest mission with Steve just twenty short minutes ago, and you weren't in a hurry to break whatever comfortable silence had settled upon you and you knew Natasha wasn't either.
You give the flesh of her thigh a comforting squeeze when a small, pained hitch of breath emits from the back of her throat at the sting the wipe against her skin, giving the damp skin a soft kiss before covering it with a large bandaid.
You then look up at her from your spot knelt between her legs, content to find her green irises already staring right back at you. They looked exhausted. She looked exhausted, and all you wanted to do was scoop her up into your arms and take her to bed.
The sudden shine of her eyes is what halts you in your tracks.
It was oh so rare to see Natasha cry. To witness her completely drop her walls and allow you to see the true pain she always seems to mask without an issue. It was a sight that has your own throat constricting and without a word, you place your hands underneath her armpits and coax her off of the closed toilet seat and onto your lap.
She straddles you, legs tight around your hips as arms rise to settle around your neck. Your own arms settle around her shaking frame, one hand cupping the back of her head as the other traces soothing circles over the bare expanse of skin.
"I've got you, baby." You finally speak, nuzzling your nose into her neck and taking in soothing scent of slight sweat and vanilla. Your lips press a soft kiss to the skin as you pull away just slightly, tightening your hold around Natasha to reassure her you wouldn't be letting go until she requested it.
She was trembling in your arms, tears hot against your neck, yet her sobs of grief don't make a single sound. Natasha had always been a silent cryer. No matter the circumstance; no matter the situation, it was quiet. All of the time. And you absolutely hated it.
She deserved to feel her grief just as loud and freely as everyone else, yet she fails to agree. She'd never outrightly told you so, but the look in her face as you'd spoken those words had been enough. And so you simply hold her. Love her. Cherish her, hoping that one day she'd realise she deserves the entire world.
Natasha soon stills in your embrace, those once barely audible hitching breaths easing into just quiet sniffles. With a soft kiss to her shoulder to let her know you had her, you place a hand beneath of each of her thighs and haul yourself to your feet.
It was an easy feet considering her slight frame, but that doesn't stop the quiet squeak of surprise that escapes her lips as you bounce her up in your arms slightly to get a better grip, forearms slipping beneath her behind as opposed to her thighs as you carry her through to your shared bedroom.
"I've got you, baby."
2.
"Babe, can you help?!"
At the sound of your girlfriends voice, your eyes instinctively flicker away from the tv and towards the kitchen doorway. You don't wait for her to ask again as you pause the show you were both currently binging before rising to your feet, shuffling through to the kitchen where you were greeted with the sight of Natasha trying, yet failing to reach something on the top shelf of the cupboard.
She was clad in nothing but one of your oversized shirts and underwear, her typical attire after a long day at work.
She jumps, and you couldn't help but snort in amusement when she doesn't even come close to reaching the desired item. She glances back at the sound of your stifled laugh, an unamused look appearing on her face in the form of a pout. Without a word, you walk towards her and cup her cheeks before pressing your lips against the warm skin of her forehead. She all but melts into your touch, and you allow your lips to linger just a few seconds longer than normal because of that.
As you pull away and Natasha falls against your chest, you look up to see the item she'd been attempting to grab was a bag of popcorn. You knew you could easily reach up and grab it for her. After all, you weren't exactly small. But a part of you wanted Natasha to be able to grab it herself. She was miss independent. Always had been and you knew she'd appreciate it if you didn't treat her like she was incapable.
With that in mind, you give her body one last squeeze before bending down and wrapping your arms underneath her backside.
Natasha glances down at you with an adorably confused expression on her face, and you press an affectionate kiss to her clothed chest before standing up straight and bringing her with you. She lets out a undignified yelp at the unexpected action, her arms all but clinging to your head as it settles in between her breasts.
Keeping your arms hooked tightly beneath her butt, you bounce her up slightly wanting her to be able to reach her popcorn without fearing she'd fall.
"What are you doing?" She laughs as she looks down at you. You were greeted with an adorably tiny double chin, and you couldn't help but nuzzle your nose against the soft flesh before gesturing with your head towards the popcorn.
"Grab your popcorn baby." You coax, and Natasha rolls her eyes fondly as she releases you with one arm and successfully grabs her snack. Once it was in her grasp, you don't put her down. You simply allow her to slide down your body so her legs were hooked around your waist. Your arms remain beneath her ass, and you give it a playful squeeze earning yourself a quiet squeak of surprise.
"Snuggle time?" You ask, and Natasha sends you a playful glare before nodding her head and allowing you to carry her back through to the living room.
3.
"Nat? Are you coming to bed baby? It's late and-" the remainder of your words get stuck in your throat when you fully take in the sight that greets you. There your girlfriend was, sprawled out on the gym floor, still clad in her workout gear, fast asleep. She was curled up on her side, hands tucked beneath her chin with legs curled up against her chest.
Slipping into the large room through the small gap you'd created, you kneel down next to her and rest a gentle hand on her bare side. She doesn't make a peep at the touch, telling you that she must be exhausted because Natasha was notoriously known for being one of the lightest sleepers ever.
"Oh baby..." you trial off, unsure as to why she'd allowed herself to fall asleep here when there was a perfectly good bed available just upstairs. It was past eleven at night now, way too late for her to still be working out but getting that into her head was proving to be exceedingly difficult.
You contemplate your next actions for a few silent moments as you stare down at your sleeping girlfriend, not wanting to wake her but unsure if you were able to carry her such a far distance to your shared room. It wasn't that she heavy. In fact, when she was awake you could carry her miles because at least then she was holding up some of her own weight. But she was asleep now, and you knew she'd be a complete dead weight.
Knowing you had no other choice, you carefully manoeuvre her onto her back and situate yourself between her legs before leaning down and placing your chest against her own. Her arms seem to instinctively rise to cling to your shirt, and you couldn't help but smile at the action as you hook one arm beneath her back, placing the hand of the other against the back of her head before easing her into a sitting position.
She was now straddling your lap, head heavy against your shoulder as her hands dangle limply over your shoulders. You take a few moments to prepare yourself before hooking an arm beneath her backside and rising to your knees. Two arms would probably be easier, but you needed that to keep her chest flush against your own so she didn't fall backwards.
With a quiet grunt, you lift one leg so your foot was planted firmly on the padded floor before using all the strength in you to rise fully to your feet. You manage the task with no more than a small wobble, and you silently congratulate yourself as you gently bounce Natasha up into your arms so she'd be more supported.
"What?" You hear her grunt in confusion as her legs instinctively tighten around your waist, and you shush her quietly as you rest a tender hand on the back of her head.
"It's just me, pumpkin. Go back to sleep." You murmur into her ear as you muzzle your nose into her neck, and Natasha let's out a heavy sigh before once again falling limp against you.
Once you were sure she wouldn't wake again, you bring both arms back beneath her behind and begin making your way out of the gym and towards the elevator. You silently curse Tony for making the compound so freaking big as the sliding doors open, arms already aching as you step inside and use your elbow to press the button to the floor your shared room was on.
Natasha, just like you'd suspected, was now a dead weight in your arms, legs limp around your waist and head heavy against your shoulder. You could feel the soft breaths of her quiet exhales against your neck as she sleeps peacefully against you, and you allow yourself to take comfort in the feeling as the doors slide open allowing you to stop out.
The journey to your room was thankfully quick, and you gently bounce Natasha up again so she was at less of a risk of falling when you release her momentarily with one of your arms to type in the code. Soon, you were inside your room, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief as you place one of your knees against the mattress before cupping the back of her head and easing her down onto the bed.
Knowing your next task -stripping her of her tight work out gear and into some comfy pyjamas- would be exceedingly more difficult than the last, you decide to take a few moments and climb into bed next next to her. She seems to instinctively sense your presence, curling up against your chest and throwing one of her legs over your waist, her hand slipping underneath your shirt to rest against the bare skin of your back.
You immediately return the embrace, the hand of the arm acting as her pillow grazing gentle patters against her back whilst your other hand trials affectionately just beneath the waistband of her yoga pants.
With the knowledge that you wouldn't be moving for the remainder of the night, you place a tender kiss to her forehead and murmur a quiet I love you against her hairline before allowing your own eyes to flicker closed too.
4.
When you hear Natasha sigh for the third time in just a few minutes, you force yourself to look away from your book and stare at her with a single eyebrow raised. You were both lounged on the couch, Natasha at one end with her blanket and laptop, and you on the other with your book. You'd both just eaten dinner -Mac and cheese courtesy of Yelena, and you had both taken it upon yourselves to have a few minutes of personal time before you inevitably ended up snuggled together.
When you receive no response to your silent question, you bookmark your place in your book before setting it down onto the coffee table.
"What's wrong miss pouty pants?" You tease affectionately as you poke her with your foot, and the red head sends you an unimpressed glare before seemingly reluctantly bringing her attention back to her laptop. Her hands were frozen on the keyboard, and you could see by the reflection in her glasses that was was working on what appears to be yet another mission report.
Understand her frustration, -because this was the fifth document today, you rise to your knees and shuffle over to her, wedging yourself in between her body and the back of the couch.
Your cheek settles on her shoulder, and though she hesitates, you do eventually feel her cheek come to rest atop of your head. You smile at the action as your arm settles around her waist, fingers creeping beneath her shirt to rest against bare skin.
"When do these need to be in?" You question quietly, and you feel her stomach rise and fall as she takes a deep breath.
"Tuesday." She responds, and you hum in acknowledgement as you reach forward to save the document before closing the laptop.
"What? No! What are you-" she attempts to grab the computer as you reach over to set it on the coffee table next to your book.
"Baby, it's only Friday. You have time." You attempt to assure her as you grab her hand, but Natasha simply shoves you away from her and attempts to make a grab for her computer. Her fingers skim it before you decide enough was enough. Without a word, you rise from the couch, grab Natasha by the underarms and haul her up with you.
She lets out an undignified yelp her chest collides with your own, "What the heck are-"
"No more computers for Natasha today," you interrupt her as you bounce her up in your arms, your arms beneath her backside to keep her supported as you carry her out of the room and up the stairs. She squirms relentlessly throughout the entire journey making it much harder and longer than it needed to be, but you eventually make it upstairs without dropping her on her ass.
"I will kick your ass," she warns in an almost silent growl as you kick your bedroom door open. "Put me down, right no-ahhh!" you toss her onto your shared bed. She glares at you as you climb in next to her, placing a hand on either side of her head.
"What in the actual fu-mhhhfff."
You smirk against her lips when you feel her kiss back without hesitation, knowing you had her right where you wanted her.
5.
Though the sight in front of you was becoming rather amusing, you knew for a fact that if you didn't put a stop to it now, Natasha would hand Tony's ass to him served on a silver platter.
You see, she was sick. And not just a little sick, but a full on fever and flu that had left her so congested she sounded like a duck when she talks. She needed to be in bed. You knew that also, but convincing her was a quiet the fucking task.
You'd attempted to get her into bed, but she'd simply pushed you into it instead, muttering -if you like the bed so damn much, you get in it- underneath her breath before storming out of the room.
Ten minutes later, you were in the meeting room, and the first five minutes had been fine. Natasha had seemingly been able to get herself under control and not a single peep was made. That had changed rather abruptly when Yelena had teasingly poked her sisters red nose, and Natasha, with a sharp glare towards the blonde, had sneezed four times in a row earning herself a look of disgust from Tony.
"Listen red, you're gross and contagious. You're going to make everyone else gross and contagious if you don't get out of here." Tony attempts to be nice about it as he shields himself with a piece of paper, but the damage had already been done if the look of pure anger on Natasha's face was anything to go by.
"You're a man. That automatically makes you gross and contagious. No one likes you and your stupid tin suit so shut your fucking mouth before I shut it for you." She growls, and Tony winces as he sends you a helpless look.
You shrug a little helplessly yourself, not knowing what to do without angering the red head further. As they continue to bicker, you feel a poke to your arm. You look over and see Yelena staring at you with a smirk. It was clear to see she was amused also, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes that wasn't hard for you to miss.
"How much do you like your face?" She asks, and you frown in confusion as you glance between the red head and her sister.
"Quite a lot." You admit, and Yelena clicks her tongue in thought for a second before turning back to you.
"I won't be able to carry her myself, but we have more of a chance if it's two against one." She murmurs, and you hum in thought as you watch Natasha take yet another step towards a terrified Tony.
You knew this may be your only option to get her out of here. After all, it was becoming increasingly obvious that she wouldn't willingly leave herself and there was no way you could talk her out of whatever this was when the threat -Tony- was still within close proximity. You couldn't exactly ask him to leave either, because this was his building.
"Okay. I got her arms. You get her legs." You tell her as you shrug off your jacket, and Yelena nods as she rises to feet and shakes out her arms as it preparing for battle. You snort slightly at the sight, but do the same knowing that by the time you're done, you may no longer be alive.
Yes, Natasha was small, but she was still a former assassin, probably stronger than you and Yelena put together. This was not going to be fun for any of you.
With Yelena close behind, you make your way over to Natasha, stopping just a few feet away. Tony see's you and his eyes light up, proving as a temporary distraction for Natasha who looks confused at the abrupt change of emotion.
Without warning, you lurch forward and grab the red head by the waist, trapping her arms beneath your own as you lift her from her feet. An undignified yelp was your response, and Yelena was quick to step in and grab her flailing legs, wrapping her arms around her calves and effectively pinning them against her own chest.
When it becomes clear she was trapped, Natasha squirming ups a tenfold and you grunt slightly as you begin carrying her out of the room. "What the fuck? Let me go! Stop fucking manhandling me you fucking assholes!"
"Thank you Y/n and mini Romanoff. Bye red!" You hear Tony call, any both you and Yelena share a smirk as you successfully manage to carry the unhappy Russian into the hallway.
"No sex for a week! A month! Yelena I'm stealing your vest and setting it on fire! This is not fair! Let me go!"
Yelena looks mildly disgusted at Natasha's words towards you, but when she hears the threat towards her vest, she looks as though she may cry. When she meets your eyes, you shake your head, silently letting her know Natasha didn't mean it, and whilst she seems doubtful, she does nod her own head in understanding.
Soon, you were in the elevator, a much needed break for your arms and legs because this was way worse than any workout you'd ever done.
"Nat, you're sick," you start as you tighten grip around her. By now, she was becoming increasingly close to getting herself out of your grip, and that would not be good for either of you. "You know what Tony's like with germs. And you need to be in bed. Preferably with some medicine and soup. Doesn't she lena?"
Before Yelena could get a word in edgeways, Natasha throws her head back, and it collides painfully with your nose. You immediately see stars at the action, your eyes burning with the familiar sensation of tears that immediately escape and fall down your cheeks.
Fucking hell that hurt. What was her head made of? Cement?!
Natasha, thankfully, seems unaware of what she'd done, but Yelena see's it and cackles. The elevator doors open, and without a word, you yank Natasha's legs out of her grip, set her down onto the floor, press a kiss to her head to let her know it wasn't her you were mad at before storming off.
"Y/n, no! I'm sorry." You hear Yelena cry. "Don't leave me here with her!!!"
It was your turn to laugh. Serves her fucking right.
A week later, you still had two black eyes.
6.
When the clock strikes one AM and there was still no sign of Natasha, you let out a quiet sigh and kick off the blankets before climbing out of bed. You shiver slightly at the coldness that greets you, pulling on the closest hoodie you could find. It just so happened to be one of the many oversized ones that Natasha's owns.
It falls to your mid thigh and just about covers your ass. You smile in amusement the sight, knowing that this very hoodie all but buries Natasha and falls to her knees.
With a fond eye roll at your tiny girlfriend, you leave the room with the intention of figuring out just where she'd disappeared off too. Instinct tells you she was in the very place you'd left her after heading to bed yourself about four hours ago, and when you reach her office, you figure yourself to be correct.
There Natasha was, still sat at her desk, glasses perched on her nose as her tired eyes flicker over her computer screen. Next to her sat at least three empty cups of coffee, and you sigh at the sight, knowing she'd done everything in her power to keep herself awake despite being exhausted.
Pushing the door open further, you step inside and lightly clear your throat to let your presence be known. Natasha looks up at the sound, her lips quirking up into a small smile at the sight of you in her clothes. It didn't happen often due to your size difference, but either way she absolutely adored it.
"Hi baby." she greets tiredly, and you hum as you step closer and perch yourself at the end of her desk. Her hand immediately settles on your thigh, and you set your own on top of it, trailing the pad of your thumb over the soft skin.
"Hi you. How are you getting on?" You decide not to bombard her with the why aren't you in bed question just yet, knowing it wouldn't do either of you any good.
Natasha sighs as she uses her free hand to pull off her glasses, setting them down next to her still open laptop, "Good. Nearly done actually." She tells you somewhat proudly, and you couldn't help but smile as you gently reach forward to cup her cheek before pressing your lips in a tender kiss against the spot between her eyebrows. Her eyes flutter closed at the gentle affection, allowing you to linger for a little while longer than normal.
"It's late pumpkin." Is all you say as you reluctantly pull away, gentle fingers tucking her hair behind her ear, and Natasha sighs quietly as she nods her head. Her eyes flicker between you and her computer, and you sense that maybe there was something she wants to say but can't quite bring herself to do so. Not wanting to push her, or able to read her mind much to your dismay, you simply perch yourself on her lap and wrap an arm around her shoulder.
Knowing this wasn't something you did frequently nor often, Natasha was quick to wrap her arms around your waist and tuck her head just beneath your chin. In response, you cup the back of her head with your free hand, nuzzling your nose against her hair and taking in the comforting smell of vanilla.
About fifteen minutes pass before you feel her breathing deepen signalling she was growing dangerously close to falling asleep, and knowing her bed would be much more comfortable than her chair, you kiss her head before pulling yourself away from her and rising to your feet.
Natasha looks up at you with an unhappy frown as she grabs the material of your hoodie and tugs in a futile attempt at pulling you back down to her lap.
"No baby," you shake your head as you pry her hands off of you, "let's go to bed, okay?" You attempt to coax, and Natasha let's out a rather quiet, unhappy whine as she attempts to reach for you again.
"Nat, baby, bed. Your chair won't be comfortable." You strive to persuade, bending down and cupping her face in your hands. Tired eyes blink back up at you for just a moment before she pouts and holds out her arms, and you go to take her hands, assuming she wanted your help standing up.
Natasha, however, frowns and shakes her head, only furthering your confusion.
"What is it, my love?"
You watch as hesitation peeks in through the sleepiness lingering in her eyes for just a moment before she swallows heavily and once again holds out her arms. Her lips part, a barely audible question slipping through.
"Carry me?"
It was said so quietly, so nervously it was obvious she was scared that you'd say no. Of course you'd never. Not once has she ever asked you to carry her before. Each and every time you'd done so, you'd been the one to initiate it and not a single complaint had ever slipped from her lips.
It leaves you to believe that maybe, just maybe, there had been many times she'd wanted to ask, but was simply just too scared. Heart melting, you place your hands underneath her armpits and tug her to feet.
"Of course I'll carry you baby. You never have to ask." You murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips before bending down slightly and wrapping your arms beneath her behind. You stand, bringing her with you, and almost immediately her legs hook tightly around her waist, arms loose around your neck as her small hands tangle through the baby hair at the nape of your neck.
Keeping one of your arms beneath her for support, you rest the other across her back and begin to carry her out of the room.
"I love you." You hear her murmur, and you smile softly as you give her body a squeeze.
Just went to watch The Marvels! It was better than I expected and opened the door for a whole new line of movies. Not going to go into any spoilers. Just if you are able to go see it definitely do.
