summary — unsatisfied from emily’s precense being gym-only, andrea decided to think of something to see her after hours. what they both didn’t expect was the wine to hit harder than their feelings for each other.
a/n: hi Forguve me I dont know how to write horny scenes the best but i am trying my absolute best for sachston… it’s a great way to improve i’ll tell you that for free.. I love them.. MEOW! i’ll also be working on more sachston/marvel one shots during writing this lovely fic, so stay tuned!!! <3
word count: 4.2k
part 1: “sessions” part 2: “edge”
friday morning came along quickly, yesterday andrea had many errands to tend to and people to see. andrea stretched her arms over her head, a small yawn escaping her mouth. she grumbled the fact she had to get up, but found it worth it to see emily again.
andrea waltzed over to the kitchen, grabbing ingredients from her fridge to make herself some avocado toast with eggs. she poured herself a glass of orange juice after plating her food. andrea hummed to herself, delighted with her simple meal.
she answered her friends text, the one who questioned if she was down to hang out saturday night, tomorrow. andrea said it’s a good chance it’ll happen, but she’d let her friend know tomorrow morning.
she opened instagram, going through peoples stories yet again. she paused when she remembered emilys text to her. her finger immediately darted to the woman’s story. as promised, she found two more photos from her night.
a picture of a dimly lit restaurant, tiny sparkly lights illuminating the place. a wine glass with emily’s slender fingers, perfectly manicured black nails, holding onto the stem of it ever so gently. on the rim of the glass was a small lipstick mark. ‘Obsession.’ was captioned.
andrea, humming, liked the story.
another picture, a bathroom mirror selfie. emily’s full figure on display, a black dress clinging onto her body. one hand braced onto the countertop, the other held up her phone. emily had this smokey eye look, it really made her eyes pop.
andrea gasped to herself, analyzing probably everything possible about the picture. she liked it and set her phone down with a very lightly shaky hand.
she finished her breakfast and took care of whatever else she needed to do before getting dressed for the gym. andrea grabbed her bag and left the apartment.
emily leaned over the gym reception desk, chatting as she usually would with the lady that took care of all of the members’ details. andrea huffed pushing the door open, eyes immediately landing on charlton. she smiled sheepishly and fixed her posture before walking over to her.
“andy, good morning!” emily chirped to her, stepping closer to andrea, pulling her into a hug. andrea immediately returned it, feeling the warmth of emily and the insanely intoxicating scent of her perfume. it striked her senses with the smell of florals, fruits and woody notes all at once. andrea could stay in that moment forever.
unfortunately, emily pulled away, leaving her hands on andrea’s shoulder. “cmon, let’s go have some fun. i’ve got some things planned out for you.” emily purred and sauntered away, andrea immediately stepped after her.
back to the familiar corner of the gym, they both stand in front of the mirrors, emily clearing her throat to speak.
“mmkay, so. i see your progress with your abdomen and arms are going well,” emily hums, a hand trailing down andrea’s bicep, down to her sides. andrea takes in a sharp breath to which emily chuckles a little. “why don’t we work on your back today, sweetheart?” emily patted andrea’s hip, moving away to the equipment needed for this exercise.
andrea followed with a bashful expression on her face, standing in front of where emily pointed. her hands fell onto the large rubber bands, which she could only assume was for pulling backwards to move her muscles. emily stood really close to her.
“good, you know what they’re for, let me just—” emily’s hands move to andrea’s shoulders, thumbs near the nape of her neck. she adjusted how andrea held herself so gently. andrea had to hold her breath, afraid to let any sort of noise.
it was like emily did it purposely. she got closer to andrea, hips pressing against her, humming lightly with a contented tone. emily dragged her hands down to her biceps, shifting them back a little more so she entirely got the right form. and finally, she placed one hand over the small of her back, straightening her up. andrea moaned, like a stupid person would. emily bit her lip, stifling a chuckle from her mouth. she backed away. “come on, let’s go.”
andrea gets to it, pulling her arms back and forward a good amount of times. she held her breath every now and then, hiding any possibility of a sound breaking through her mouth. unfortunately for her, emily wants the exact opposite. “cmon, let me hear you, baby.”
andrea immediately let out a whine, one that even her herself was surprised she could let out. emily raised an eyebrow, one that showed everything she could be feeling right now. andrea saw pure amusement and pride in her gaze. andrea cleared her throat and got back to it.
emily crossed her arms over her chest, watching andreas slight struggle as she reached her goal. she couldn’t stop smirking. “cmon andy, just a bit more for me.” she encouraged, andrea nodding her head. andrea was panting now, soft whines leaving her lips.
her body relaxed when she reached her number and she dropped the elastic bands to the floor, sighing in relief. emily approaches her again, standing next to her. her hand rested on her shoulder.
“such a good girl, i’m so glad to see your progress, andy.” emily said as if it was the most innocent thing in the world. andrea was just a step away from dropping to her knees. andrea smiles, “thanks em.” she darts her eyes to the digital clock on the wall, their time almost up. that’s when she felt a surge of emotion in her next move.
“uhm.. emily?” andrea began, emily’s face turning to hers, right before she was about to leave. “yeah, sweetheart?” she smiled, pausing to listen to whatever andrea had to say.
“would you want to.. come over for dinner tonight?” andrea glared at emily with the widest eyes you could imagine. a taunting grin was portrayed on emily’s face. “i’m sorry, that was dumb, i shouldn’t hav—”
“oh, shush, i would love to!” emily grinned, stepping a little closer to andrea, face to face with her now. “text me the time you want me there and your address, yeah?” emily hums, playing with a string of andrea’s hair.
andrea blushed ever so slightly, nodding. “uh-huh.. i’m— i will!” she affirmed. emily smiled and patted her cheek twice before turning around and leaving, leaving andrea there alone.
andrea then got herself together in the changing rooms and left for the grocery store. her shopping list consisted of only the following: grain rice, vegetables for broth, a few cheeses, crackers and dried fruits. and of course, a not so expensive wine.
andrea opened the doors, carefully, to her apartment, one hand holding tightly to the grocery bags. she closed her door and made her way to the kitchen, setting the bags down there. andrea unpacked everything and decided to send emily a text before starting to prepare anything. the time was 4:25pm.
@️andreasachs — hey emily!! i just back from the store, sorry for not texting earlier.. here is my address; ——————, be here at 7:30pm, or earlier, i wouldn’t mind the company :))
and send. andrea smiled like an idiot and set her phone down. she walked over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands before starting to prepare the dishes. her message was quickly reacted to with a heart.
the clock read 7:03 now, andrea had just finished adding the final spices for the risotto she made following a recipe online. she felt proud of herself. her charcuterie board was half done, only missing the dried fruits and crackers to accompany the cheeses. she hadn’t touched the wine yet, other than to pour some into the riosotto for extra flavor. she’d only pour it when emily arrived. speaking of.
a knock on her door could be heard from the faint jazz music playing around the house. andrea perked up, making sure she hadn’t misread the time, but she remembered she wouldn’t mind earlier company. a flutter of.. nervousness? happiness? want? coursed through her stomach as she approached the door.
she peeked through the door hole to find emily standing there with a hand behind her back. andrea smiled and unlocked the door to open it for her, smile only increasing at the actual sight of her outside of formalities.
“hiya andy!” emily squeals, andrea immediately bringing her in for a hug. after they pull away, emily reveals her hidden hand, a decently sized bouquet of roses in her grasp. andrea gasped, eyes practically shining at the sight.
“oh emily! these are so beautiful..! thank you, so much! please, come in, make yourself comfortable!” andrea couldn’t stop cheezing. emily smiled slyly after handing her the flowers.
emily, after taking off her shoes, took a moment to analyze andrea’s place. at the same time, andrea took a moment to look at how emily was dressed. with her usual dedicated hairstyle, she wore silver hoop earrings, a pretty necklace with a simple stone at the bottom of it, a navy blue top with a hint of her lacy black bra peeking out and some simple blue jeans. andrea hummed unconsciously, tearing her gaze away from emily.
andrea wore a white tank top, a black bra underneath that she forgot to discard but she didn’t care anymore, and some dark blue jean shorts, and the rest of her legs were bare. her hair was up in a bun.
emily smiled and began talking again, “i love your apartment, andy. it’s real nice in here!” she walked around as if it was so familiar to her, andrea accompanied her to the kitchen where stools stood next to the kitchen island, a small barricade from the ovens and cutting boards.
emily took a seat across from where andrea stood, finalizing the charcuterie board. she smiled as she watched andrea’s fingers move. “i love these,” emily hummed, gazing at the pallet. andrea smiled sheepishly, a small pang of pride inside her, “i’m glad you do. and i’m also so glad you could make it! it’s been a while since i’ve had somebody over and actually cooked for them that wasn’t my best friend.” andrea spoke truthfully, an interested hum from emily’s part.
“you enjoy cooking for others, then?” emily raises an eyebrow. “i guess we can count that as a way of you paying me back.” she smiles, a knowing one. andrea paused when she noticed the flowers were still laid on the counter, so she quickly swooped them up, poured a bit of water into a vase and gently dunked the stems into it, a prettier use of her stilled vase now. “i love roses.” andrea hummed, taking a second to sniff them. emily chuckled.
andrea finalized the board and slid them over to where emily was sat, the other woman perking up immediately. “et voilà! we have cheeses, dried fruits, crackers and chips. as an entree.” andrea smiled proudly, moving back for the bottle of wine. “and of course,” she enunciated the object in her hand. “some red wine that could never go wrong.” she slid two wine glasses in front of her, pouring them flawlessly and handing one to emily.
“thank you very much, pretty girl.” emily purred with a grateful smile. andrea sat on the stool next to emily’s, holding her wine glass up to eye level to cheers with her. emily did so with a smile. “thank you for having me, andy. i always appreciate an invitation, even for the little things.” emily hummed, sipping on the wine slowly. andrea nodded and waved dismissively, “oh please, i’m even surprised you showed up!” the both of them laugh.
minutes passed, a good half hour and more, the charcuterie board only had a few bits left. they’d talked a lot those about everything possible. last moments. they were both only one half glass of wine in. andrea had gotten up to plate the risotto she made, eliciting a gasp from emily. “i love risotto! what a lucky guess, huh?” she said excitedly. andrea squealed, delighted from her unusually lucky intuition. she topped it up with an edible flower for the both of them and served the dish for the both of them.
“oh wow, i feel bad for even eating this.. it looks so pretty, andy.” emily faux pouted, it immediately dropping to a sly smile as she grabbed her fork. andrea laughed and shook her head. “oh please, eat up!”
emily took a bite and moaned, the taste of andrea’s food heavenly. andrea froze her a second, a shy little laugh escaping her mouth before she stuffed it instead of commenting. “this—” emily hummed after swallowing it down, “is absolutely delicious.” andrea smiled into her hand, silently accepting the compliment. andrea grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring themselves another glass. “i’m starting to think i need to come over for more meals now.” emily mumbled, eyeing andrea’s bashful gaze.
a while after, jazz playlist on loop, plates finished and washed, wine glasses in hand with the bottle on standby, they both sat comfortably on andrea’s white velvet couch. they rambled on about so many things during this whole process that they were now finishing up on.
emily started talking about her trainees, how she got them through to finally being able to take care of themselves and their bodies. the truth is, andrea was very interested in emily’s work, just oddly not enough when it came to the other women she trained.
andrea loved having emily as her trainer, wanted it to go on forever, so for emily to mention that at some point it does end made her almost a little furious. she ignored that feeling, trying to pay attention to what emily was speaking about but was unfortunately caught by the fact she was completely staring from emily’s lacy bra to her neck until her eyes landed on emily’s lips.
emily hummed, amused. but instead of coming up with something smart to say, “what’s wrong andy? everything alright babe?” she searches andrea’s eyes, leaning a little closer to her. andrea shook her head, a small gasp escaping her lips. “mm— sorry, got caught in my head there for a second.” andrea smiled.
emily nodded as well, then grabbing at the wine bottles neck. “you want any more, sweetheart?” she offered to the woman across from her, who sat with her legs folded beneath her, almost kneeling. andrea shook her hand, but just before emily set the bottle back down, “wait—”
emily perked up, halting her movements. “i mean.. i’d like some.” andrea breathed out before emily motioned the bottle back towards her. “wait— just not.. in the glass.”
emily looked puzzled at andrea for a second, trying to tell what she meant. she watched as andrea sat her wine glass down on the wooden bench in front of her, then sat back up, a little closer to emily now. andrea looked at emily with impossibly glossyish eyes, moving the bottle in emily’s hand so the capsule of it faced her lips. emily now understood what andrea wanted, a cynical smile spreading across her mouth.
“aw.. how cute. you want me to pour this into your mouth baby?” emily buzzed, chuckling lowly as andrea shook her head like a desperate puppy. “say please.”
andrea could feel the goosebumps that ghosted across her body, finding the word in her brain. “please.. em.” she whined hazily.
emily hummed contently, pressing the closure of the bottle to her lips. andrea parted them just a little, enough to fit it halfway past her lips. emily felt everything at the sight, crossing her legs slowly. she watched as the red liquid poured into andrea’s mouth, how her eyes slightly fluttered shut, how her hips stuttered lightly and how her neck moved while she swallowed.
emily after a few seconds pulled the bottle away from andrea’s lips, leaving it on the bench, a satisfied smile on both of the women’s faces. before they could comment anything, a drop of wine rolled down andrea’s chin, threatening to drip onto the white fabric of her couch.
emily immediately shifted impossibly close to andrea, one hand cupping her jaw to lick up her chin to her bottom lip before kissing her once, softly. she pulled away, carefully analyzing andrea’s expression. when emily saw nothing but pure want and desire on andrea’s face, she pushed herself forward and kissed andrea again, the action more intense this time.
andrea moaned into the feverish kiss, grasping at emily’s shoulders. emily hummed, incredibly satisfied at the other woman’s reactions. her hands snaked to andrea’s hips, pulling her impossibly closer.
andrea panted as they pulled away for a moment, eyes both searching each others. andrea whined as emily dragged her over onto her lap, each one of her legs on either side of her left thigh. emily’s right hand rested on andrea’s bare legs, the left one pulling her by the neckline of her shirt back into her kiss.
andrea moaned, the sound muffled and short as emily’s hand inched higher up her thigh to rest on her hip again. to emily’s sweet surprise, she gasped when andrea’s hips stammered, evoking a low moan from the woman.
emily’s eyes went darker at the sight and the sound, her grip on andrea’s hip a little tighter now. andrea looked down at her with wide eyes, a heaving chest and whimpers pooling out of her lips. all of this turned emily on to the extreme.
“you better fuckin’ move if you really want this, andy.” emily murmured out, her voice low. andrea whined and allowed herself to let her hips rock back and forth just gently for now.
andrea bit down on her lip, stifling any loud noise that could pop out of her. emily didn’t want any of that and glared up at her. “let me hear you, baby, come on.” she solicited out.
to her immediate command, the noises andrea made stopped being hushed and hidden but only much louder now. “there we go, that’s a good girl.” emily purred out while snaking her hands up andrea’s sides, caressing them only to get andrea writhing and whining even more.
“greedy are we?” emily said, amused, “tell me, andrea.” she sat up, not moving her legs. she didn’t dare to. “feels.. mm..” andrea groaned out, letting her head fall back just a bit, a gasp following out right after.
emily moaned just a little too, turned on by the sight in front of her. “i can feel how wet you are, andy.” emily hummed, dragging her closer by the hands that held her sides. before andrea could retaliate, their lips were pressed together yet again.
andrea didn’t dare to stop moving her hips, the friction of the jean material they were both wearing and the incredibly sexy woman she was straddling drove her further. “look at the mess you’re making, baby.” emily purred, her voice like silk to andrea’s malfunctioning brain.
andrea whined, hips writhing faster as she pulled away from the close embrace of emily’s neck that she’d left a few shameless lipstick marks on. “are you close, sweetheart?” emily teased, caressing right over andrea’s abdomen, eliciting a string of pleads and curses.
“take it, andrea, take everything you need.” drove andrea straight to her peak, high whines and tears welling up in her eyes as she panted. emily grabbed at her andrea’s chin, pulling her in for a kiss as andrea moaned helplessly.
emily could feel andrea going over the edge, so just to help her, she pulled away and spat onto her tongue. an aroused yelp left andrea’s mouth as tears rolled down her cheeks and the small pool of saliva sat on her tongue. “yeah baby? you feelin’ good? swallow.” and andrea did. a long, low moan grumbled out of andrea as she composed herself on emily’s lap.
emily, who felt as equally turned on, sat there with the biggest smirk on her face, caressing andrea’s back. “you made such a mess, baby.” she teased again, a whine heard from her shoulder by andrea.
andrea hid her face, incredibly embarrassed by what went down, even though it was all she craved. emily grabbed at andrea’s chin, forcing her to meet her eyes. “don’t be shy now, andy, you were so good for me.” she played with a string of andrea’s hair.
andrea stared down at emily with big eyes, still feeling everything from her high. her lips were slightly parted while she stared at emily, who looked up at her so smugly. andrea wanted to give her something back. urgently.
andrea hummed slightly, pushing on emily’s shoulders. emily raises an eyebrow. “what’s wrong pretty girl?” she questions while andrea climbs off of emily’s lap. emily doesn’t complain, just watches whatever came into andrea’s mind.
sachs’ knees hit the carpeted floor, her arms by her sides. andrea looked up at emily, eyes practically sparkling. emily’s smile grew a little wider, leaning forward and resting her arms against her own knees.
“what’re you doing down there baby? you’re so eager to please me huh?” emily purred, a hand coming forward to caress andrea’s face, sliding up to her head. “i wanted.. to find a way to.. you know, pay you back..?” andrea hummed, snaking her hands to emily’s jean covered thighs.
emily had this sickeningly amused look on her face, bringing her hand back to andrea’s jaw. “i think… we can figure something out.” emily breathed before tracing two fingers over her jawline and close to her lips.
breath quickening, andrea’s lips parted slightly when emily’s index and middle finger tapped against them. emily smiled, the type of smile you’d expect when you just won a huge duel. “open.” emily ordered, andrea complied.
“tongue out, baby.” emily oozed, eyes shining when she saw andrea’s pink tongue sliding past her lower lip. emily teasingly slid her fingers over her tongue, wettening her fingers. which elicited a small moan from andrea. she dragged her fingers away from andrea’s mouth to her own lips, tasting sachs’ spit in her mouth.
“so fucking delicious.” emily groans, lowering her hand back down to andrea’s face, fingers meeting her wettened lips. andrea whimpered, never having moved her head an inch. another pathetic moan left her mouth when she felt emily’s fingers slide on her tongue, instinctively closing her lips around them.
emily chuckled, amused she got the memo. the sparkle in her eyes increased when she murmured one single command, “suck.”
andrea immediately got to it, her tongue lapping over the woman’s fingers in mouth. she could taste herself on them, making her press her thighs together. andrea hummed lightly while doing so, looking up at emily every 3 seconds.
emily smirked, leaned forward to really get a look at how andrea was handling this. she was on her knees, thighs squeezed together, chest heaving slightly while her eyes shone with want and tears. a devious thought entered emily’s mind.
she pushed her fingers deeper into andrea’s mouth, heading a noise of surprise from her throat. it made emily laugh, laugh from how aroused and ecstatic this moment made her feel. the two of these women were so distracted with themselves that they didn’t even start to realize the absolute downpour happening outside of andrea’s apartment.
emily lured her fingers just a little deeper to try and make andrea make that noise she so desperately wanted to her, and luckily for her, she did. andrea choked up, a small gag eliciting from her throat. emily pulled her fingers away with a satisfied smirk, bringing her fingers back up to her own mouth and sucking off all of andrea’s saliva.
andrea panted, catching her breath. she looked up at emily with glossy eyes, a small yelp of surprise escaping her when emily pulled her up from her knees and onto her lap by the brim of her tank top. emily urgently pressed her lips against andrea’s, a sloppy kiss that showed both of the women’s desperation for one another.
it was only until then that they both heard the rain pouring outside of andrea’s living room, eyes darting to the windows. andrea groaned after pulling away from emily’s lips.
“fuck, i didn’t bring an umbrella.” emily mumbled, having figured she could walk since they didn’t live that far from each other. andrea hummed but then looked back at emily. “hey, that’s fine, you could.. uh. sleep over, if you want?” she sped over her words, a sheepish tone along with her words.
emily smiled widely, “you’d let me sleep over, andy? that’s so sweet.. i’m so sure i could call an uber, though?—”
“no, please. i insist, sleep over!” andrea looked down at her from where she was on her lap, emily softly caressing her hip. emily sighed with a ‘fine, i’ll do it’ expression on her face. “okay, okay, you win pretty girl. i don’t have any clothes, however.” she stated and andrea immediately got back to blabbering.
“it’s fine! you could wear one of my hoodies— so you won’t get cold of course, or tank tops, or whatever you want! come on, i’ll show you to my room.” andrea climbed off of emily’s lap and onto her feet, grabbing at the woman’s hand. emily smiled softly and let andrea lead the way to her bedroom.
summary — andrea makes her way back to the gym after a week, unable to stop thinking about her trainer. fortunately for her, it seems emily is experiencing the same sort of problem.
a/n: hi…. hello… helloouuhhh.. IM SO GAY basically yeah thank you for reading and IMDDJSKFKKDKF okay meow bye
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part 1: “sessions”
andrea winced as she rolled around in her bed, having just fulfilled her duties of the day and was now allowing herself to relax. her muscles were still sore from all of her walking, and not to mention her workout with emily from last week.
she closed her eyes to reminisce, as if that was going to help anything. the awkward moment she had with her post-session in the changing room was something she blocked out for her own mental health, but everything else about that day just was something perfect.
andrea groaned a little when she heard a chime coming from her phone, picking it up with furrowed eyebrows. her expression quickly changed when she saw who messaged her.
@️emilycharlton — Hi darling, just checking up on you, any progress on that video I gave you? You’re still showing up tomorrow right? Let me know. <3
andrea couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped her lips as she mindlessly rocked her legs around. she quickly replied back to emily.
@️andreasachs — hey emily! i’ve done the exercises you sent me over the weekend, they helped tons…. thank you!! i will be seeing you tomorrow :))
andrea sent the message and tossed her phone to the side, rolling over onto her back. her brown eyes bored into the ceiling while thinking about emily. she hummed whenever she remembered how many pet names emily’d used on her. or about how emily was oh so gentle while correcting her. or those goddamn tight gym clothes that practically tortured andreas eyes.
andrea only realized how far into this trance she was when she noticed how her breath heaved and hands lazily paused above her sweatpants waistband. she groaned to herself and turned over to her side, trying to block out any memory of emily to try and get some sleep for tomorrow.
interrupted from her peaceful unconsciousness, andreas alarm blared throughout her room, startling andrea enough to shoot her arm up and slam the clock off. she groaned as she slumped off of bed lazily after contemplating her life decisions.
andrea splashed her face with cold water in her bathroom, deciding to get herself together and eat something before leaving for the gym. after having that moment in her bathroom, she heads to the kitchen and prepares her usual breakfast for herself and savors it while she checks her instagram feed.
her friends post pictures about their daily life, cute get-ready-with-mes that andrea reacts with little hearts to always. emily charlton posted a mirror picture of her figure in full display, wearing her trademark black gym top and shorts. the sunrise hued through what andrea could assume was her room. ‘Miss me yet?’ was written next to her mirror. a drop of maple syrup from andrea’s pancake splat onto her plate before she could actually like the story.
after finishing her breakfast, andrea grabbed her keys and wallet and immediately headed out the door of her apartment and left for the gym.
andrea walked into the cool air of the familiar ac again, heading straight for the changing room. she packed her stuff into her locker, grabbing a simple pair of leggings and a top and going to change in one of the empty stalls, which she made sure to lock now after last time.
andrea rapidly changed and waltzed over to the mirrors to check out her face, noticing the door opening from behind her reflection. as if on cue, “andy!” emily squealed with a smile on her face. emily stepped closer to her and gave her a hug from behind, arms wrapped around her stomach. andrea smiled bashfully, a choked up laugh leaving her mouth when she felt emily’s chest press against her back. andrea had to force herself from biting her lip at the mindless action. “hey, emily! ah— i was about to come find you.”
emily hummed and pulled away, holding herself up with one hand against the bathroom counter. “i guess i did that for you, huh? come on, i need to know what you did over the week.” her hand quickly took andrea’s and they both left the changing room.
the two of them stopped by the familiar spot of emily’s corner of the gym, sitting down on opposite sides of each other. “tell me sweetheart,” emily began, glaring into andrea’s wide eyes, “how’d those videos help? do you feel like it did anything for you? i did some special research to find the best videos for you.”
andrea thought back to herself watching those videos once a day, doing everything the way it was instructed then looked down at her abdomen. andrea innocently pushed down just a little bit of her gyms legging waistband to show her toned abs. andrea was surprised with her quick progress. obviously oblivious enough to not notice emily biting down on her finger, eyes zeroing in on andrea’s figure. emily cleared her throat before andrea started speaking again.
“honestly, emily, i don’t where you found these god sent videos, but they worked wonders!” andrea chirped, “i swear i don’t know how you do it, i thought i searched everything but i guess not!” she finished, hands resting on her lap.
emily smiled slyly and nodded, “mmhm, well, i only get the best for my clients.” she purred and stood up, “now, andy, i want you to do 15 push ups and 15 sit ups. can you do that for me darling?” she stood over andrea, who had almost the same expression as a puppy with those wide brown eyes of hers. “yeah.. mhm!” andrea mumbled and made her way to the mat on the floor.
emily stood over her, watching her every move, making sure she had her technique right. surprisingly for emily, andrea had her push up form right, so this bit was just a bit of a treat. emily’s ears perked up with the sound of andrea’s breaths coming in short, slight sounds of struggle.
andrea groaned after successfully getting over 15 push ups and laid on the ground before bracing her legs for sit ups. she was getting into position and was stopped before she could start by emily’s noise of disapproval. andrea froze when she felt emily’s right shoe between the two of hers.
“spread these a little more.” emily instructed, voice low and steady. andrea could feel her stomach tingle by the tone of her voice, still obeying as if it was second nature. she shifted her legs apart just a bit. “good, that’s how you do it.” emily approved and waved her hand for andrea to continue.
andrea nodded, breath coming out shaky. she started to move, the first 8 coming along fine. it was until her 12th sit up that she felt it and paused, a small whine escaping her lips. emily held back every urge to smile or make some smart remark, but she couldn’t help herself. “aw, come on andy, you can do a few more right? you wanna impress me don’t you baby?”
andreas brain short circuited by the condescending tone of her voice, the way emily was staring down at her with that stupid smirk of hers. a small, pathetic whimper escaped her lips and she just nodded, almost immediately getting back to doing the exercise. “that’s it, good.” emily purred.
by the time andrea finished her sit ups, she laid down with her back flat against the mat. emily chuckled. “you did real good for me, andy.” she sat down next to andrea who caught her breath, chest heaving.
emily hummed and looked over andrea’s figure, lightly glistening with sweat. an impulsive thought acted on itself after she liked what she saw. emily brought two fingers over andrea’s stomach, slightly pressing them on her toned abs, coercing a louder whimper out from andrea’s mouth. emily smiled wide as if having just won the lottery.
andrea realized she’d just allowed herself to elicit that insanely pathetic noise to register aloud, turning her head away. her abs tensed up as emily still ran her fingertips over her sweat induced abdomen. another small gasp left her when emily took her hand away fully and stood up. “andrea, our times up. i’ll see you on friday, yeah?”
it was a wednesday, this week she had double sessions. andrea nodded, forcing out an answer from her currently non functioning brain. “mhm, yeah! i’ll.. i’ll see you friday..” andrea sighed, sitting up properly. emily smiled cunningly and turned on her heel to walk to the other side of the gym where the cafeteria was.
a while after, andrea slumped against her apartment door, having opened it just a second before. she took a deep breath before recomposing herself and walking inside and locking the door behind her.
andrea dropped her bag on her white velvet couch, leaving her keys on her kitchen counter before going to the bathroom to shower. she stripped her clothes off and turned the warm water on. she let out a soft sigh, feeling her muscles relax under the warmth of the liquid.
her head now soaked, she gently scrubbed her head with her favorite strawberry scented shampoo, humming at the feeling. andrea got to washing over her body while her conditioner sat. she delicately ran her hands over her skin, shivering just a little when she remembered how emily touched her today.
a thought crept into her head, ‘is she like this with all of the women she trains?’ her eyebrows furrowed. she shook her head, not giving too much thought to it. her mind wandered elsewhere, to how emily pressed herself against andrea’s back, how emily ordered her to spread her legs a little, how emily looked at her while she was on the gym floor.
her breath heaved, eyes fluttering open to her hand resting right by her inner thigh. she whined and moved it away, although that’s not what she entirely wanted. she just decided to take the rest of her hair products out of her hair and get out of the shower.
andrea dried herself off, got changed, and ordered some takeout instead of cooking for herself tonight. she liked it, but she felt too tired. while andrea waited for her food to arrive, she ran through her messages, texting her friends back then liking their posts on instagram.
she laughed to herself when she saw her best friends story, the usual one liner that got her about the art gallery she owned. andrea went through other people’s stories, strangers, distant friends and whoever came next.
her food arrived, she ate, and went to her bed.
emily charlton had just posted a story, a photo of herself from the neck down to her waist. a close up, if you will. she had a black dress on, with a very pronounced cleavage. ‘Off the clock.’ was captioned at the bottom. 26s ago.
and guess what? andrea sachs had accidentally replied to the story with a fucking heart eyes reaction. 29 seconds after emily charlton posted it. a pang of regret and a groan of idiocy escaped her mouth, eyes widening in pure shame. her fingers immediately darted to go and text the woman.
to her surprise, a direct message notification popped up on andrea’s screen from emily before she even sent a half-assed apology.
@️emilycharlton — “You can’t get enough of me, huh?”
andrea felt her body physically ache. worse than what she felt after leaving the gym. her blood ran hot, a surprised moan leaving her lips. andrea raised an eyebrow, immediately thinking of what to say. her leg rocked ever so gently.
@️andreasachs — “oh my god i am SO sorry i did NOT mean to press that i’m so embarrassed??? but i mean, who couldn’t resist you?”
andrea felt confident in her message, still heavily feeling the stupidness of her action. she felt a lot less confident but a lot more nervous with emily’s reply.
@️emilycharlton — “Cute. I’ll make sure to post more pictures of tonight.”
andrea immediately turned off her phone and let it drop to the carpet that laid under her bed. she squealed to herself, hiding her face away. god, everything about this woman drove her crazy.
andrea quickly picked up her phone off the floor, clearing her throat after returning back to her semi-normal state. she flopped back into her bed, staring at the dimly lit ceiling. emily wouldn’t leave her mind. which only made andrea’s need for her more intense.
her breath was slightly labored, laid down with both knees up. she was very aware of what thoughts were going on in her mind. her fingertips made small circle movements around her abdomen. a small hum leaving her lips. they edged around her sweatpants waistband. the thought of emily made andrea’s fingertips tremble. andrea moaned.
summary — after a while of stalking endless personal trainers, andrea sachs lands on a page that promised nothing but the best spotting, posture fixing and perfect exercises. the bonus for her was that it was a woman that only helped other women.
pairing: andrea sachs x emily charlton
contains: teasing, praise, pet names, flirting, eye contact
a/n: in this au both andrea and emily have social media, messages will be included, emily charlton is heavily inspired by emily blunts dawn staples. my first fic that will include multiple chapters!! HELLOOO GAY PEOPLE! insanely talented oomf and i have been conjoining our forces with this incredibly gay au and im so glad to be writing this. Meow
word count: 1.6k
andrea huffed as she pulled open the doors to her local gym, stepping inside to where the cold ac was blowing through the space. she stepped over to the reception, leaning over to speak with the woman typing away on the computer. “hi, andrea sachs, i’d like to get a membership card? i’m starting out here.” andrea smiled and the lady helped her out.
andrea had been doing workouts at home, wanting to get a better routine and a better look. to which, to be fair, wasn’t needed. andrea already had a stunning body but she always wanted to take care of herself.
the only issue was, the trainers she'd been seeing were either not what she was looking for, or just didn't seem to have the right ideas as she had. fortunately, luck had stricked her when she found emily charlton.
emily charlton wasn’t just any personal trainer, no. she specialized in abdomen strength, biceps and fixing postures. that checked all of andrea’s boxes so she immediately got in contact with her.
fortunately for andrea, emily was available and was enthusiastic about helping her out since they both didn't live far from the gym. what andrea didn't admit was that some late nights atter planning schedules with charlton, she’d stay up late looking through old highlights and posts. emily was undeniably gorgeous, which only made andrea more nervous when it came to meeting her in person for the first time.
andrea tapped her fingers atop the cold countertop, humming to herself while she waited for the other woman to come get her. quickly broken out of her daze when she heard that sweet voice she’d heard in voice messages, andrea turned her head when her name was called, “andrea sachs?”
a few steps away stood emily, hands on her hips. wearing casual gym attire, impossibly tight leggings and an even tighter top. her hair was half up half down, the usual look she chose for the gym as andrea knew it. a sly smile plastered on her face when her gaze met andrea’s, she brung her hand to shoulder level, motioning for andrea to come closer with her index and middle finger. andrea was immediately pulled internally toward emily.
emily pulled andrea in for a hug, caressing her back. “it’s so great to finally meet you, darling!”emily said with her classic enthusiastic voice, humming when she felt andrea hug her back. “sorry, ‘m a sucker for physical touch. clearly.” emily snickered after pulling away, leaving her hands on andrea’s shoulders.
andrea was very slightly dumbfounded, but nonetheless appreciated the woman's hug. "yeah, i’m so excited to be doing this! you have no idea, i’ve been searching through trainers for ages and.. ugh, it’s just so great to be here, with you!" andrea rambled a little, a stupid grin on her face. emily chuckled and patted andrea’s shoulder twice before starting to walk off, "cmon, let me show you around before we start."
as promised, emily showed andrea around every corner of the gym possible, leading up to the changing rooms where they both stood now. “and here, of course, is where you get changed, shower or whatever other business you have to be doing, honestly.” emily instructed to a nodding andrea who looked around. andrea looked down at herself. she was still dressed far too professionally for a gym setting. she looked at emily with an awkward smile to which emily laughed, waving a hand. “don’t be shy, go get changed, i’ll wait out here for ya.”
andrea hummed and walked over to an empty stall and immediately got to it. she also took this moment to reorganize her thoughts. while emily showed her around she couldn't help but get lost in the way emily spoke. her voice was so smooth, like some dangerous velvet blanket that could trap you forever. andrea didn't even want to get started on her eyes, and especially not her arms. she let out a breath and got back to changing into some simple gym attire.
emily perked up when she heard a door opening behind her, amused by what followed along. andrea looked incredibly cute in her clothes, emily thought to herself. she wasn't going to let herself get carried away.. not yet at least. andrea had a nice figure, stuff that emily enjoyed working with.
emily hummed and waved andrea over to follow her, to which she immediately did. emily lead the two of them to a more secluded spot in the gym, where mirrors stood against all walls with equipment scattered around the floor. “welcome to my playground,” emily smiled, sitting on the bench where weights sat behind her. the two women talked about prior experiments, both with practice or just normal exercises. emily had to know exactly what andrea was doing so she could figure something out for her.
“so, show me how’d you lift these.” emily walked over to a pair of weights and stood there, waiting for andrea to comply. andrea stood over them before bending down to lift them, holding in some manner she learnt from videos she watched on how to exercise her arms. andrea began some decent lifting to which emily almost immediately pursed her lips.
“mm-mm, you can stop for sec, sweetheart.”emily hummed before approaching andrea, “is it alright if i touch you?” she spoke sweetly. andrea was slightly starstruck, thinking it was normal for trainers to just go ahead and have their way, but for emily to be asking to touch her made andrea's head spin just a little. andrea nodded, a breathless “uh-huh,” escaped her lips before her eyes darted to emily in the mirror.
emily smirked a little at andrea’s little reaction to her, but had to keep herself serious for a second. she corrected andrea's stance, bringing her hand to andrea's shoulder. andrea couldn't help but let out a small shakily breath, immediately paying attention to what emily was explaining to her.
“move your forearm to the side a little,” emily hummed, watching as andrea adhered. “good, now tighten your grip on the bar.” andrea followed her instructions, when having it done right she heard a satisfied noise from behind her ear. “feels better now, right?” emily pats andrea’s hip, which only makes andrea’s body feel heavier. just little though, luckily. “show me, now, that you've got it.” emily purrs. andrea hums and gets on with it.
with a few pants, andrea manages to get past 20 lifts while emily watches with an amused expression on her face, which andrea could only take as pride. andrea carefully sets the weights back on the floor and huffs. “that's it, atta girl!” emily chirps, standing back up and stepping toward andrea.
emily's hand sat on andrea’s shoulder, caressing it. “you did real good, i can tell you’re gonna a be a treat to train.” emily murmured, playing with a single strand of andrea’s hair. andrea, who’s now sort of freaking out internally, just gives back a bashful smile. “so, andy— can i call you andy?” emily gasped, as if just having solved an impossible equation. “i don’t mind it.” andrea nods to which emily smiles. “andy, you’re awfully sweaty dear. you wanna hit the showers? i wouldn’t mind one right now either.” emily questioned.
a question that is perfectly innocent. nothing wrong with it. just the way that emily spurred the words out into andrea’s brain that made it malfunction just a bit. andrea stumbled over her words, a small blush creeping onto her face. “uh— i, yeah! yeah, a showers.. fine. mhm.” andrea mananged to get out. emily hummed in amusement, walking off, andrea quickly following behind like a puppy.
they both walk into the empty changing room, emily waltzes over to her locker while andrea heads to the sink to wash her hands. emily rummages through her bag and pulls out a fresh pair of gym clothes, always carrying two or three with her. andrea then heads to her own locker and pulls out her own clothes again.
andrea looks over her shoulder, having noticed emily momentarily disappeared. she looks around only to find emily wrapped up in a towel. andrea almost dropped everything she was holding in her hands, suddenly feeling very weak when she saw the woman’s back. incredibly defined, emily’s hair was up in a high ponytail as if she were trying to show off.
andrea tried to tear her gaze away from emily, only to be met with a low chuckle that seemingly echoed through the room. “i know you’re staring, andrea.” emily purred, looking straight at andrea through the mirrors reflection.
andrea tried to retaliate, except no actual words left her mouth and she just looked away. she clutched her belongings extra closely to her before rushing to an empty shower.
emily smiled to herself, endeared by andrea’s shy nature. she couldn’t help but feel a tingle in her stomach knowing she’d have this woman around her in this setting for much longer.
andrea pressed her back against the cold wall of the shower, not having noticed she didn’t lock the stall door. she regulated her breathing, setting her clean clothes aside and turning on the shower to a hot temperature. her towel had slid down to her waist, exposing her chest to the cold air of the changing room.
the frosty door opened very unexpectedly, two synchronized gasps erupted from both andrea and emily, andrea grasped at her towel, dragging it back up to cover herself completely. emily let out an apologetic laugh, “i’m so sorry! you didn’t lock this one, andy!” emily exclaimed.
“oh my god— i’m an idiot, no, i’m sorry emily..” andrea groaned, turning away shamefully. emily just sighed and closed the door. “i’ll see you at our next sessions, right sweetheart?” emily’s voice rang through the showers area and andrea yelped out, “yea—yeah! i’ll.. i’ll see you..”
truth be told, andrea couldn’t wait already for more training with emily. she was already aching to lay in bed and think about her until then.
hii !!! <3 would you write ship x reader ? like wandanat x reader or sachston x reader ?
if you dont that's okay !! I just love your works and wanted to ask. I just need to put myself in between them fr 🙏specially sachston theyre my obsession rn
hello anon!!! yes!! absolutely!!! as soon as i find a nice lil concept for a fic i’ll try my best to make a double x reader fic!!! (i knnnooow how much we need it… trust.. i need it too…)
also thank you so so much for the compliment on my works :) always happy to write <33
a/n: HELLOOOO i’m back with sachston <33 guy s i am so sorreigh if this seems rushed I can’t explain how difficult it is to write a ballet au sometimes but. I CHOSE THIS!! i hope u like annoyed and angry emily as much as i do <3
word count: 2k
emilys perfectly manicured nails grazed the barre lazily as they trained their arabesques high. with everything she had inside of her, emily held her breath, not daring to make a sound at any time of the lesson.
emily charlton was one of the best dancers at the studio, even claimed true by most of the directors who taught her along the many years of her career. emily was disciplined, cold and very striking on the stage. emily taught herself that friends were distractions, and didn’t allow herself to have any inside the studio, and even less outside it. these thoughts coursed through emily’s head every day, the need for approval crucial to her whole existence.
emily longed for the praise that came by from her director by the end of the daily two and a half hours of class, words of endorsement that encouraged her to stay alive. without her dance, without that rush of energy that is turning, spinning, running and performing she’d consider herself useless.
class was dismissed for two minutes for exactly two reasons; water and air. emily caught her breath, regulating herself before stepping silently to the bathrooms.
emily locks the door behind her before slamming her hands against the wet ish sink, a growl of anger leaving her mouth. she looked herself in the mirror, eyes slightly welled up with tears of bitterness.
for the past month a new student, andrea sachs, had joined the company. she claimed to never have done ballet in her life, but every conversation she has with the girls in class consists of her history as a kid with ballet. that already explains everything.
andrea sachs knew what she was doing. that’s what bothered emily charlton. how andrea waltzed in, insisting that she didn’t know anything, yet absolutely tearing year long students to shreds when it’s time for a choreography.
that infuriated emily. she couldn’t stand even looking at her through the mirror when they’re in class together. and what got emily going even more now was the incline her current and favorite director, miranda priestly, with andrea sachs.
the thing was, up until the very day andrea stepped inside the studio, miranda adored emily. in almost every exercise the classes do, emily was the example. emily had the three most important leads in three different ballets.
everything emily did, miranda was there fawning over her. until the unfaithful day andrea walked inside and turned emily’s life upside down.
emily grumbled before splashing cold water from the steel sink on her face and unlocked the bathroom door, leaving as if nothing ever bothered her.
she stumbled carefully back to her designated spot by the barre only to halt completely just two steps away. andrea was standing right next to where she does. emily could feel her blood boil in that exact moment. her jaw tightened as she took in a deep breath, deciding the studio wasn’t a place to cause a scene.
emily had her classic cold expression on her face and simply walked past andrea like she didn’t exist.
andrea knew something was off about the way emily acted around her, the woman did everything to try to avoid her. andrea wasn’t sure why, however. she still decided to try and push her luck to befriend emily, no matter hard that may be. andrea admired emilys posture.
the next exercise came in quick, all students set their right hands upon the barre. the typical situation where the director comes to check if all dancers are following the movements correctly.
emily was undoubtedly the most flexible in class, doing entirely flawless battements perfectly on beat to the classic piano playing, surrrounding the classroom.
her cold demeanor iced up more as it was when she noticed her director approaching her section of the barre. emily kept up her sequence, using all of her strength. she was ready to hear miranda’s words of praise, ones she dreamt of all bloody day long.
emily watched as miranda stepped near andrea, her ears perking up to listen close to every word. she could physically feel her blood boiling with what she heard.
“good, andrea. i see you’ve been practicing what i passed you this weekend. i’m glad somebody studies.” priestly spoke coldly, but with a tone of kindness toward andrea. it drove emily insane. she bottled up all kind of possible emotion that could be expressed in that moment and shoved it away in her brain.
emily kept up with her choreography, waiting for miranda to finish speaking with andrea. her mind had already tuned that vision out so she could focus and not lose herself there.
miranda stepped closer to emily now, the moment that she anticipated finally coming.
emily had been training restlessly for the lead in the black swan, the white swan. it was her dreamt role, the one she fantasied about ever since she was a kid. emily stayed up late five times a week, watching the same old tapes of the mildly recorded footage of the ballerina she saw when she was five.
when emily failed, she just hit rewind and did it again, and again, and again. until her feet gave up from the pain. she just dug them into a bucket of ice and repeated the process the next night.
miranda knew this, of her tireless effort for this huge project. priestly, of course, was the one to encourage her to audition. and when emily passed to the final choices of the white swan, she couldn’t be happier. that was until andrea arrived at the ballet school.
emily tried to ignore mirandas gaze over her, she could feel the iciness of her blue eyes watching every move she made. emily didn’t dare to stop, only freezing a bit when instead of miranda speaking to her, miranda only nodded and hummed dismissively.
something inside emily broke at that very moment, her leg faltering her balance for a split second. emily held herself together intensely, not allowing anyone to see that short moment of weakness.
opposite of her exterior, however, her mind spiraled. ‘why didn’t mrs. priestly say anything? did i do something wrong? she usually always takes this moment to talk to me..? am i failing? what’s happening right now?’
her mind repeated unsteadily, forcing a sigh out of emily’s mouth. she immediately shook her head and decided to stare at the wall instead, distracting herself.
time passed, students started leaving the studio but six remained by miranda’s command. emily tapped her foot anxiously against the rubber floor, her hands fidgeting restlessly. she hadn’t felt this nervous in ages.
it only increased when miranda returned into the room with the six girls with a paper that read ‘SWAN LAKE — WHITE SWAN ROLE’. emilys eyes widened for a moment, looking around at the other girls’ expressions.
emily was extra disappointed when she saw andrea standing between the other four girls along with emily. she placed her hands on her hip, holding back a classic eye roll.
miranda cleared her throat, the sound practically echoing through the vast studio. six girls stood almost frozen, one of them about to realize their dream. priestly flipped through the small pages, fixing the glasses on her face to read the name underneath the lead role.
“the girl that will be playing the white swan during this years swan lake is..” miranda began, as if about the announce the oscar for the best picture. as if on cue, all girls held their breaths.
“andrea sachs, emily charlton will be playing her… antagonist, the black swan.” miranda smiled toward andrea while reality collapsed in on itself for emily. she immediately spun on her heel and pulled herself toward the door to leave, trying to block out all the celebration for andreas great achievement, not bothering to cheer for her own accomplishment.
tears pooled in emilys eyes, some streaming down her eyes. tears of deception, of anger, of.. something she didn’t want to pinpoint yet.
she slammed the bathroom door shut after letting herself in, pressing her back against the wall. emily panted, catching her breath so she wouldn’t faint from hatred. she braced herself on the sinks edge.
“FUCK!” emily slammed her hands against the countertop, the pain numb to her. it was nothing compared to the endless nights she spent working heavily on every single god forsaken movement of the white swan.
and all of those months spent eating only to keep herself going for her to end up playing the mortal enemy of her desired role?
emily was downright furious, strings of curses escaped her rambling mouth. she couldn’t bring herself to look at herself in the mirror, afraid of what she’d witness. her daze was cut short when she heard three knocks at the door.
emily did her best to compose herself, rapidly wiping away the tears that stained her face. her expression was her usual cold one, with only a hint of watery eyes.
she calmly opened the door, only for all that calculated calmness to leave the second her gaze landed on andrea sachs. an infuriated look took over her face before andrea could utter a word, and dragged andrea inside the bathroom with her.
“you,” emily began, her voice shaking. “where do i even begin with you?” she trapped andrea between her arms, the brunette pressed against the wall. andrea caught her breath, surprised by this being their first actual interaction. all andrea knew was that emily was not happy with her.
“andrea sachs, the bombshell that appeared from bloody no where and just exploded,” emily spat at her, “who the hell do you think you are?”
andrea stared into emilys eyes, unsure of how to respond to any of this. “emily i— i don’t even.. know you..” she whispers, only then emily realizing how harsh she was being.
emily backed away from andrea, catching her own breath. “if only you knew—” emilys voice broke, a crack of vulnerability spreading through her, “how much i did not need you here at this moment.” emily stared at her, anger obvious in her gaze.
andrea admittedly did not know emily at all, but those words stung. “okay, wow, first off.” andrea furrowed her eyebrows. “i’m sorry miranda chose me for the white swan,” she pushed herself off the wall, stepping slowly toward emily. “maybe there was something that makes you the opposite of the chosen swan.” andrea hummed, matching her eyes.
that only infuriated emily more, making her pin the brunette back up against the wall yet again. “what the hell does that mean, andrea?” emily growled, genuine uncertainty in her tone.
“all i’m saying is,” andrea breathed, shifting a little since she was trapped by the redhead again. “you’ve got what it takes to be an absolutely cruel antagonist.”
emily didn’t know whether to take that as the biggest insult to her skills or as a compliment to her persona. emily couldn’t respond. all she did was breathe steadily as she searched andreas eyes for any kind of lie. but there was nothing she could read but pure truth and a hint of want.
emily pulled away, not responding the andreas comment. the anger in her being was still obvious. andrea stepped forward, looking herself in the mirror.
emily reached for the doorknob and muttered incensedly, “i can’t fucking wait to play your mortal enemy.” and left andrea alone in the bathroom.
andrea didn’t know if emily meant that for the ballet or for the whole time they had to act together in or out of the studio. either way, something about emily made andreas head spin.
andreas hands shook slightly as she washed them with cold water. she left the bathroom shortly after regaining her posture. her phone dialed, unexpectedly.
andrea grabbed at it, opening it to see an unknown number texting her. she raised an eyebrow, but her whole body felt hot as she read the message.
“don’t ask how i got your number, it doesn’t matter. don’t forget to not stumble whenever i’m near you. — emily charlton.”
summary — a couple years after andrea sachs left runway to become a more independent journalist at the vanguard, emily charlton was left to her lonesome dealing with quickly replaced assistants every two weeks. emily wouldn’t show a hint of emotion at any given time, until one night where she got an odd notification on her computer.
pairing: andrea sachs x emily charlton
contains: hidden mutual pining, internet stalking, isolated feelings, reminiscing old times, frustration, finding each other
a/n: this is set around 2-3 after the first devil wears prada ends. (also instagram existed then for the plot.) guess who is so so obsessed with these two losers again!! it’s resurfaced and bubbling now so i have to write for them. i love them a lot, so i don’t mind one bit <33 sorreigh if the ending seemed emptyish, i am sleepy!!!!
word count: 2k
“oh for crying out loud—” emily’s catchphrase escaped her lips as a war cry, annoyed with mirandas new assistant for the fifth time. ‘are all of these women that miranda hire really that incompetent?’ the redhead thought to herself, clutching her pure black coffee cup in irritation. emily couldn’t stand these girls that walked up to this kill-to-have job and being completely unprepared for it.
emily huffed as she slumped back in her desk chair, hands holding her head up. a long sigh deflated from her chest as if someone were to squeeze out the remaining air out from a balloon. on cue, the assistant ran out of mirandas office exclaiming, ‘i’ll be back soon!’ while sprinting away in some skimpy pink heels. emilys exhausted demeanor didn’t even bother telling her to go to nigel before anything.
a fleeting thought of andrea, her former co-worker who (surprisingly) escaped runway around two years ago, passed emilys racing mind. emily grumbled to herself when she remembered that the same andrea from her thoughts didn’t return her call a week after her departure.
as much as emily tried to deny it, hate andrea and refuse to even think as andrea as a potential colleague, the woman did try to call her. what for was a reason unknown, maybe she was trying to recover from nights of insomnia with the brunette coursing through her brain nonstop, or perhaps she just wanted a pal.
emily realized she was still at work at some point, shaking her head and dragging herself away from any potential thought of the ending she wanted. she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding and got back to answering countless emails from collaborators.
the sunset hued through andrea’s apartment, the windows open allowing the evening breeze to flow into the walls of the living room. she hummed contently with a mug of steaming tea in her hand. andrea sat back into her couch, taking a long sip of the hot beverage that she puts on top of the coffee table to drag her laptop to her lap.
now that andrea had finally been able to settle in with the vanguard, writing papers that she finally felt confident to print, she felt satisfied with her job. she typed in her password, clicked on her browser and dragged out a draft she hadn’t finished the night before.
andrea didn’t think a lot about runway, more about the people that surrounded her while she worked there. miranda, nigel, of course.. and emily. the redhead was a tough case for andrea, considering how she treated sachs when she first started there. but as the weeks flew by, she had evolved a soft spot for her. andrea saw how emily worked, guessing how her brain racked in that environment.
andrea shook her head and stared at the bright computer screen that bored into her eyes, starting to type away mindlessly. she had received the offer to write something interesting about a new upcoming project for the vanguard, lucky enough to write its first piece, so she immediately started working away. andrea paused only to fuel herself with tea and a chocolate bar every now and then.
before she could process it, the time now read 11:25 on the bottom right corner of the device her hands worked tiredly on. an unpredicted yawn left andrea’s mouth as she scrolled through endless words. she analyzed every paragraph, making sure everything was spelled right and not missing any information, then she sent it through to her email to save it in its finalized form.
andrea stretched her arms above her head, a small squeal erupting from her lips. she felt relieved from having finished such an important task and now being able to relax. andrea hummed as she went through some of her opened tabs, clicking on twitter and laughing to herself when she saw some stupid meme about cats.
curiosity then peaked when she clicked on the small instagram icon, looking over her posts which were up for a while now. ordinary pictures of herself with her paper, pictures of her favorite drinks and walks along central park.
andrea remembered what she was thinking of when she clicked on a picture she took of the huge building where runway stood at the top. so, of course, she decided to go through the official magazines profile.
‘run by @️mirandapriestly’ and a link to runways official website sat underneath the layout. andrea smiled and remembered how miranda mentioned some people were going to work on online testing a while back. the profile itself was only following three people, and obviously, andrea clicked on it to see @️mirandapriestly, @️nigelkipling and @️emilycharlton as the only following.
andrea immediately checked the first two profiles to only be greeted by a blank profile for miranda, and a single post from nigel of his fabulous photo shoot for dolce & gabbana. she chuckled, ‘classic them’ andrea thought to herself. then she clicked on emilys profile.
for some reason, her heart beat a little faster when she saw a total of four posts on her page. the most recent one being a mirror selfie with an all black look for dior. andrea hummed, knowing dior was a favorite of emilys. two other pictures were casual, pictures of drinks and clothes.
her heart skipped a beat when andrea scrolled to the last post, taken in 2006. a picture of emily and andrea sat before modern andrea, her mouth slightly agape. she’d never known this photo was posted by emily. it was them, a few nights before paris, testing emilys new cellphone after having dropped it on pure new york concrete. they took a quote ‘silly’ picture together in front of the office mirror, emily rolling her eyes while andrea laughed.
andrea could remember that moment like it was yesterday. when it happened, emily was telling a short story about how one of mirandas last assistants managed to mix up periwinkle with pale iris, and walked out enraged when she heard miranda say her humiliating ‘that’s all’ one liner, andrea fell into a fit of laughter and emily couldn’t find that more.. irritating, by what she knew. andrea was very surprised to see it on emilys feed, nonetheless with the caption written only #ilovemyjob beneath the picture.
andrea couldn’t help but smile a little, tempted to press that little follow button. she made a promise to herself she wouldn’t contact anyone from runway after she left, however.
she didn’t realize the promise she made herself had been broken until she accidentally clicked on the little heart icon, adding her name to the liked by list. andreas heart sank and she muttered one single word, “fuck.”
emily groaned to herself after she got off a final call for the night, donatella always started to speak more than she should on work calls. charlton leaned back into her leather chair, rubbing her temples with her index and middle finger to reduce the will to throw a punch to whomever she sees first.
her computer screen was still lit up, a few unattended work emails laid unread and marked. emily hummed while lookin over the names of the unread until a small chime lightly startled her out of her internal fit of rage.
her eyes darted to the top right corner of her screen and what she read next was like a message from the angels above to her. a small gasp left her mouth as she fully processed it.
@️andreasachs liked your post.
emily did a double take, then a triple and a fourth. her eyes darted everywhere over that sentence. was someone pranking her? this couldn’t be real.
she carefully dragged her mouse onto the notification and clicked it, which directly lead her to andreas official account. emily sat there in silence, just staring at the picture of andrea with a piece of newspaper with her work on it.
“bloody hell..” emily didn’t know if she should curse herself or andrea. herself for clicking on her account or andrea for.. wait. why was andrea on emilys profile?
emily took a minute to think. was it by mistake? seems too hard to be a not-on-purpose situation. was there a fail in the system? no, it was too much of a coincidence to be a fail.
then why was andrea liking an old picture of the two of them? emily started to spiral in her mind, completely normal looking to whoever passed by her. another chime rung in her ear as she blinked, one that made the remaining air in emilys lungs run out.
@️andreasachs — “Hey Emily. I think you must’ve seen I liked your post on accident. I’m so completely sorry!!! I’ve gotten no sleep tonight and I was on a sugar peak… I know that has no correlation whatsoever but I just wanted to apologize. How are you? What do you say to drinks on Sat? Message me back if I didn’t freak you out!!!”
emily sat at her desk, mouth agape as she read andreas message. she hesitated, deeply. her finger lightly tapped over the message request, clearing her throat.
she caved, emily couldn’t stand having this feeling practically hanging over her. emily took a second to read the message again before starting to type, thinking about every word twice.
@️emilycharlton — “hi andrea, what a surprise to be hearing from you especially after that paris fiasco. i’m surprised you didn’t hide yourself away when you liked an old pic, lol. just kidding. i’d appreciate some drinks on sat, what time?”
seemed casual enough, right? emily nodded, hit send and tried not to freak out while her foot tapped restlessly against the carpeted floor. quickly, though, emilys message was read and replied to.
@️andreasachs — “Aw, Em! I’m so happy to hear back from you! I’ll book a place ASAP. Text me your cell!!”
emily allowed a dumbfounded smile to creep onto her face, immediately responding to andreas text with details.
before the two knew it, it was saturday at 7:32 pm. andrea was on point and in a booth that she reserved for drinks with emily. she felt nervous, obviously, she hadn’t seen emily in years. but this time this nervousness felt different. she couldn’t explain why.
emily stepped up the small set of stairs that laid before the bar, walking inside in search of her old co-worker. she wore the same all black look from dior andrea saw on her feed the other night. emily strutted inside the establishment as if she owned the place. her blue eyes easily spotted andrea in that god forsaken cerulean blue sweater and plaid skirt.
she breathed heavily before fully walking towards her. andrea looked over her shoulder to see the redhead approaching her. “em!” andrea exclaimed, quiet enough so emily could hear her over the commotion.
emily almost swooned internally, but maintained her cool demeanor. still cracking a smile toward andrea. the brunette stood up and immediately embraced emily in a big hug, squealing as she felt emily actually hug her back.
andrea pulled away, her eyes darting all over emilys face. “you look great.” is all she could manage to say. “oh please, don’t start with the flattery.” the brit retaliated, a small smirk on her face. “you look great too.” emily grumbled toward andrea, causing a laugh to escape the other woman.
they sat across from each other for a while. they chatted about what was going on in each others life after andrea left runway.
“i see you kept the paris clothes i gave you..?” andrea hummed, curiously analyzing emilys clothing. really, she just took it as an advantage to look at emily. “i did, yeah.” emily chirpped, blue eyes staring into brown ones.
“i missed you, em.” andrea spoke, seemingly unaware of what she just said. fault to the few martinis she drank. andrea blinked for a moment. that wasn’t what she wanted to say.
emily hesitated, a lot. her heart stopped for a second before allowing her to think about her next steps very carefully. a sheepish smile crept onto her face. “i missed you too, andy.”
the five words were enough for andrea sachs to blush in broad daylight in front of emily charlton.
summary — during her continuing times at the ssr, you’d fallen for peggy carter. that drove you to get to know the agent better. her cold demeanor didn’t allow it as much, until you solemnly swore you were all hers.
pairing: peggy carter x reader
contains: (slight) age difference, heated, teasing, eye contact, mention of alcohol, possessive peggy, peggy calls you ‘deer’ 1x
a/n: haiii hellooo i’m back again. This is relatively short I am so sorreigh BUT i love writing for peggy… my wife!! I am mrs. carter
word count: 949
it was a cold winter night, you were walking arm in arm with peggy on a little stroll through the foreign city you now knew as prague. peggy was in a dark green military styled dress suit, one you always admired her for when you first met the agent.
peggy enjoyed her free time from the ssr every once in a while, it having a bit more meaning now that you’re around. in her right hand, where a black glove covered it, she help a black umbrella. peggy held it over both of your heads, letting the snow trail around you.
“say, darling,” the british accented woman hummed to you, leaning her head down so you could hear her better. “what do you think of a bottle of red when we get back to our room?”
a glass of wine with peggy was never a bad time. she always had the finest taste when it came to these things. “i’d like that!” you perk up, meeting her gaze. her red velvet painted lips smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth. her smile always made you shiver. peggy pulled you in closer, her arm that was holding yours now around your sides. “that’s my deer.”
the endearing nickname came up around the time you both had first met, you were slightly star struck in her presence. peggy joked that you looked like a deer in the headlights, and it stuck with you both ever since you’d sneak around just to see her.
peggy’s grip on you made you feel secure. she had a passion for making you know you’re hers. you both paused near a traffic light, snow covered cars hovered by the cobblestone road. a black hound trotted past you both, stopping at peggys heel. she looked down, amused. her gloved hand reached down to pat the dog.
you smiled, knowing her likes for big dogs. it must’ve smelt that she was an agent, dogs have a certain respect for people like her. it only left peggys side as soon as the light turned green and she returned her hand to your side.
you both crossed the street, your shadows splayed on the ground by the headlights of the cars that waited. snow covered your boots, leaving your prints behind every step you took.
the winter night was cold, though being mantled up by a long brown coat peggy gave you. a small shiver escaped you, a puff of smoke leaving your lips along it. peggy instantly looked at you, a hint of worry in her eyes, replaced when she saw when you were just cold with a look of amusement. “you cold, sweetheart?” peggy asked, almost condescendingly. you nod.
her british accent made you swoon every time, and she very much knew that. you nod your head briefly and she stopped in her tracks, halting you as well. you were both on a more closed off pathway, peggy liked the scenery when walking back to your hotel. she stepped closer to you, not exactly towering over you, but she still gazed down to you. she dropped the umbrella to the floor.
her brown eyes bored into yours. “you think a kiss’ll warm you up?” peggy questioned innocently, as if asking if you’d like honey in your tea. you smiled sheepishly, only nodding in response to which she lifted your chin up with two of her fingers. “ah-ah, words please.”
your cheeks turned into a shade of light red, now even more bashful to possibly voice a reply. “yes.. please.” you hum before peggy smirks in approval and leans in, pressing a warm kiss to your mouth. the action surprisingly did help with your body temperature, feeling hotter inside the shearling coat that draped over your figure.
peggy discarded her glove from her right hand before bringing the other one that still was covered down to your hip, holding you. she placed her chilly hand by your jaw, intensifying your kiss for a moment. you held onto her sides, the snow falling on top of the both of your heads. peggy pulled away while a sly grin on her face, looking at you. she knew exactly how she left you when she did stuff like this.
you look all wound up, your eyes searching for hers lazily. peggy intentionally left her lipstick smudged against your mouth and didn’t utter a word about it, finding herself a bit prouder with you wearing her.
peggy chuckled lowly, brown eyes glowing in the yellow-ish light of the european roads. “you look so pretty like this,” she whispered, her thumb caressing right by the corner of your mouth. peggy leaned in close, her lips touching yours, but stopped right before she was about to close the space. teasing you.
your lips parted by pure instinct, a whine leaving them when peggy repressed another kiss. she only smiled, entertained by your pouting. peggy thread a piece of your hair away from your face, back behind your ear. “don’t pout, darling.” peggy hummed, pressing a quicker kiss to your lips now. you smiled and watched her as she put her glove back on.
peggys hand searched yours after picking up the black umbrella, lifting it up above your heads. her left hand adjusted the coat that was practically dangling off your shoulder, covering your neck a little. “don’t want you catching a cold now, do we?” peggys brown eyes searched yours, a tone of order in them. you nodded.
you both continued your stroll through the snowy night, slow steps along back your hotel. peggys hand held the small of your back, keeping you close. you suddenly couldn’t wait any longer for that bottle of wine.
summary — in an au where dottie underwood served in the war along side peggy carter, underwood served by the front lines. when the war ended and they were counting all the names and dottie’s was amongst the dead. peggy carter was devastated and went to their favorite bar to drown her sorrows.
pairing: peggy carter x dottie underwood
contains: angst (yay), alcohol, getting slightly drunk, crying, mentions of death, mentions of war, plot twist
a/n: haaiii this is my first angsty piece. of course i have to do it with my favorites! listen this is heavily inspired by bruce springsteens ‘i’m on fire’ & frank sinatras ‘i’ll never smile again’ great songs!! this idea came to my marbles when i see these talented angst edits of carterwood and i think ‘hmm see why don’t i come up with something’ and so i did! pleease don’t stone me ow i like writing angst
word count: 2.7k
peggy stood anxiously by the crowd of people reading names on the wooden poll near the war tents. people nearby recognize her and thank her for her service, shaking hands with the brunette agent. it was glum, rainy. perfect for the moment.
people sobbed, some dragged out by other soldiers when they dropped to their knees when they learned their beloveds have fallen in war.
peggy dreaded this feeling. she had two close friendships that served alongside her in the war, one safe and alive, steve rogers, and the other was a woman who hadn’t been seen since the terrors halted to a stop.
her foot tapped restlessly against the wet cobblestone mixed with mud. her turn to read the names approximating with the people leaving either with the happiest smile on their faces or promises they’d go after them in their sleep.
peggy couldn’t identify the restless feeling inside of her. should she be relieved and blissful knowing she’s safe from all this war? absolutely. but there was undeniably a sentiment strong inside of her that was not easy to shake away.
her black heels clicked slowly toward the wet wooden poll, multiple lists of countless names pinned onto them. she immediately knew where to check. peggy’s trembling hand made its way to the top of the second paper, starting from the top.
‘deceased #2 - 1945’ stared at the agent while she took a heavy breath. her fingertip started to slide down the crumpled paper, she muttered names she didn’t recognize under her breath. her eyes stung when she read a name of her dear colleague.
“oh, arnold.” she whispered, taking a moment to understand the young man’s passing. him and peggy weren’t close but she still felt it.
she shook her head and continued reading, sliding her finger down endless more names. peggy was almost convinced there was nothing else waiting for her, her hand steadying.
but she was wrong. very wrong. peggys heart sunk, the woman gasped for air and took a step back all in one. almost sure she was going to faint in that very moment. the one name she dreaded the most to be on that list haunted her brown, tear filled eyes. “dottie… oh—”
peggy covered her mouth, holding back a choked up sob. a soldier came up to her side, leaning close. “miss?—” he was dismissed by peggys shaking head.
she stood there for a moment, trying to process it all. it was indescribable. a single tear escaped her left eye, almost in sync with the weather that now decided to increase the amount of rain. the same soldier now held an umbrella over her head. all peggy could do was nod her head in silent gratitude, but she felt like hell. instead of letting the soldier walk with her to the exit, she walked off, letting the rain fall onto her dark green military uniform.
peggy sniffled, now allowing herself to cry after the multiple pairs of eyes weren’t watching her anymore. she paused in the middle of the abandoned road she was walking on and sobbed. peggy held herself up, feeling weak in the knees. “damn you, underwood.” she cried out into her hands. she now deeply understood the feeling of the women and men that fell apart in front of that poll, feeling as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed it into her heart.
her black heels took glum, small steps toward the sidewalk as she made it back to a more civilized road. peggys head hung low, she didn’t dare to look at anyone.
the rain hit peggy’s uniform slowly, almost performing a melody against the fabric. whispers of some people near her were filled with descriptions of the agent herself, along the lines of ‘she looks devastated,’ and ‘i wonder what happened..’s. her chest hurt, as if her body was responding to the call of death to visit dottie.
she found herself at the door to the bar where she, dottie, steve and howard sat every friday evening before the war broke out. peggy almost didn’t step inside, afraid she’d break down right there. her head perked up slightly when the door opened without her hand reaching for it. the bartender that always served them looked the woman over. “peggy, there you are..”
he immediately spotted the melancholy in her gaze, a frown overtaking his face. “i’m so sorry.” is all her said to her before she nodded, a few more tears escaping her eyes. “come in, please.”
bernard let peggy into the fairly empty establishment, considering the time was pretty early for a drink. he didn’t mind at all and ushered her inside, taking her hand gently and leading her to the stool she’d always take over.
peggy slumped over onto the stool, both of her arms resting against the countertop while murmurs of ‘why?’ and ‘dottie,’ escaped her red velvet lips. her hair was still wet from the pouring rain outside, soft music playing in the background and the familiar smell of fresh pastries and alcohol.
bernard immediately came over in front of her, behind the bar. “it’s rough, kid.” the older man sympathized with her. only then peggy decided to look at another being. she lifted her head slowly, looking into his blue eyes. “i lost my brother in the war.” he croaked, nodding after understanding peggys situation.
carter shook her head, “how on earth are you here? working? bernard, you should be..” her breath shook. peggy paused, shaking her head. “i don’t even know. what does one even do after losing someone they loved so much?” her voice cracked, tears threatening to rip through her brown eyes again.
“you keep going. you have to be strong, peg.” bernard assured her, speaking in an experienced tone. “i know you liked her an awful lot, that lass..” bernard smiled just a bit. peggy avoided his gaze for a moment, remembering the blue eyed woman.
she was hopelessly devoted to dottie, whether peggy wanted to admit it or not. her sheer presence was enough to get her through the day. dottie’s dark hair, her smile, the way she told the same joke a hundred times, peggy loved that all too much. she only wished she could experience it all again.
“what’ll it be, carter?” bernard softly cut her from her thoughts. peggy took in a sharp breath. “just… whiskey. neat, please.” the british woman dulled. the man nodded and turned to prepare her usual. peggy stared into the wood of the countertop, the sounds of glasses clinking and soft laughter surrounding her, recalling her to the day her group and herself made a promise between drinks.
“here’s to us all coming back alive from the war!” howard exclaimed, before peggy, steve and dottie all brung their glasses together, laughter exploding from the four. it was like something they promised knowing it couldn’t possibly be true at all.
peggy sat alone, remembering the moment as if it on the brink of yesterday. her trance was brought to an end as bernard slid the glass of whiskey with a single ice cube in it. he had one of his own in his hand.
the woman forced her best smile onto her face before lifting her glass to bernard’s, clinking them together. “for the good times.” he hummed. “for the.. yes, good times..” peggy repeated. they both took a small sip in unison.
“if you’ll excuse me miss carter, i have to go take some more orders.” he spoke toward the agent and she nodded, taking another swig. tears welled up in her eyes as her only company for the moment fled again.
her throat hurt from the great amount she cried, the whiskey burning down it. multiple questions surrounded her mind, ones like ‘when will her funeral be?’, ‘when did she die?’ and ‘why did she have to die?’
peggy wished she had answers to them all. unfortunately she’ll only have two. she knocked back the remaining of the liquor in her glass, setting the empty cylinder down.
by the time bernard had made it back to the bar, peggy huffed out, “could you.. pour another, please?” the man nodded, taking her glass and pouring the liquor out into it. he slid it back to her and before she could take a sip, bernard leant in close. “take care of yourself.” a warning for peggy not to go overboard. she nodded.
bernard walked over to two gentlemen who sat not too far away from peggy to attend them, leaving carter to drink her whiskey in her solitude. she shook her head, almost immediately dismissing bernard’s advice and taking a swig of the liquor.
she groaned when she sat the now half empty glass down, the burning down her throat not easing her feelings. peggy wished there was a button to absolutely forget about everything she experienced in the past day, or perhaps in all her life up to now.
peggy loved dottie. not in a way a good girl friend would appreciate her dear colleague, no. in a manner that consumed her whole being. in a way that if peggy was asked who she saw herself with, riding away into a sunset view, she’d have to lie and make up a random story about a man she didn’t know.
she never knew how dottie felt about her, other than that she was very close with her. they shared many precious moments. those of which included late nights at work, afternoon strolls in the park or exchanging pieces of jewelry with one another.
peggy’s eyes crept to her left wrist, where a diamond encrusted bracelet rested on it. carter remembered the very day dottie showed up to her apartment with it.
“peggy, open up!” a voice she could never forget exclaimed from outside her door, accompanied with a couple knocks. “one second dottie!” peggy laughed, tying up her robe before fixing up her hair. she ran to the door, opening it up to a dottie with a small bag in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.
“finally! i was afraid my legs would give out over here!” dottie let herself into carters apartment, making peggy laugh almost instantly. she set the small bag and drink down onto her kitchen table before turning to her. “oh, peg, i didn’t disturb you or anything, right?” the blue eyed woman gasped, observing the brunette in her nightgown and robe. “of course not! i was merely in bed.” the brit chuckled.
dottie nodded, opening the bottle of champagne, which they shared while sitting on the couch, rambling over whatever happened at work to the two that day. that’s when underwood remembered, the small bag. she stood and peggys eyes followed her. “i got you something!” dottie sing-songed. peggy gasped. “oh dottie, you didn’t have to..” she smiles.
“nonsense! here, open it! i’m sure you’ll adore it.” dottie handed her the black box, sitting back down next to her. peggy took the box carefully, opening it with every gentleness in the world. she gasped when she saw the practically glowing bracelet. dottie hummed, “i saw it and immediately thought of you, peg.”
peggy looked over at dottie, a dumbfounded expression on her face. “oh underwood, you despicable creature!” she gasped again, taking it into her hand. dottie grabbed at it gently, holding peggy’s wrist before closing the bracelet around it. “see? fits perfectly.” dottie smiled proudly. the one peggy swooned over.
“dottie, you shouldn’t have..” peggy smiles bashfully. dottie only dismissed her. “don’t you dare take it off.” underwood narrowed her eyes at her playfully. the two women laughed and then hugged, appreciating each others embrace.
“dottie.. you shouldn’t have.” peggy repeats, her voice shaky. she swigs down the rest of her whiskey, now feeling the effect of the liquor in her blood. peggy breathed a little more steady now, her body still from the memory that just passed by.
peggy sat in silence, the faint music fading away as she watched the rain pouring down the window. the woman watched couples walk by, hand in hand with umbrellas. all peggy could feel was odd. out of place, almost.
she decided the best thing for her right now would be to go to the bathroom to freshen up. and so she stood, leaving a note that told bernard she hadn’t abandoned her drink.
peggy stumbled her way over to the ladies room, taking slow and calculated steps so she wouldn’t trip over her own heels. the hallway filled with mirrors, a beautiful large carpet. the mirrors almost felt like they were exposing her, as she looked at her own reflection.
she saw her eyes droopy, her hair flatter than usual. as if her whole appearance had gone glum with the news of her beloved. she tore her eyes away from the glasses, looking down at the carpets instead. her eyes followed the design on it up until the bathroom.
her sleeve covered arm lifted itself up to open the bathroom door, her head still hanging. she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as soon as she stepped inside the large women’s room. the cooler air in there made her shiver just a bit, hitting the wettend part of her military uniform.
peggy didn’t realize she had company until she spotted another pair of heels almost covered by a long black dress. she stopped dead in her tracks. her blood ran cold, eyes burning from her overwhelming sense of self awareness.
her brown eyes tracked incredibly slow up the woman’s dress, one that she could never fail to recognize. the black of the dress stopped right by the hips, as she already knew, replaced with a blood red, as a corset-like replica. the black of it coming back to form the neckline and sleeves. the same brooch was sat between it. the very same one she gave to—
her eyes darted to the mystery woman’s face, peggy’s breath almost escaping her throat. “dottie?”
dottie underwood stood in front of her. peggy didn’t understand a thing. all she knew that in the blink of an eye she was gasping, tearing up and almost falling to the floor. underwood ran to her, holding her up by her arm and hip.
“what— i..—” peggy blinked, panting for the air she suddenly lacked. her brown eyes darted all over the woman’s face, not knowing if this was real or not.
“peg.” the cool voice spoke, sending goosebumps through peggy’s skin. “dottie, oh my—” peggy breathed out, still feeling weak. “i don’t understand— you.. you were on that list!” she huffed.
dottie took one of her hands and placed it gently to peggy’s face, cradling it. her thumb caressed her teary cheek. her own blue eyes welled up with water, threatening to pour out as she took in the agent in desbelief in front of her.
“i think you forget i’m a russian trained agent, peg.” dottie cooed, holding the woman. in that moment, underwood promised herself she’d never let go of peggy again. “i had to escape without being seen. they’d burn me at the stake if they knew i was on starks side.” the woman explained.
peggy still allowed dottie to hold her, taking in her almost fairytale like words. “you’re.. you’re alive.” is all peggy could say in response to dottie’s statement.
dottie nods, tears streaming down her face as she leans closer into peggy’s embrace. “yes. now,” she sniffled, “how much did you have to drink?” peggys tear filled eyes finally seemed to have a twinkle of happiness in them again. a small laugh that dottie wanted to keep on repeat left her lips. “just two whiskeys..” she murmurs.
“oh peg, you bad girl.” dottie chuckled, still holding peggy’s face. “i’ll never leave your side.” she whispered to her temple. peggy let the tears flow down her face.
dottie’s blue eyes sparkled with tears of her own. “i love you, peggy carter.” she looked at the woman. peggy blinks slowly, like a cat would its owner. “i… i love you too, dottie.” the brit hushed before dottie pressed her lips against her red ones.
peggy wanted that exact moment to last forever, holding tight onto dottie’s shoulder while they took each other in. the brits military uniform against the russians black dress, their different shades of red lipstick clashing against each others. tears streamed down their faces while their mouths held together promises they’d swore to forever keep.
they pull away, eyes searching each other. “damn you, dottie underwood.” peggy smiles, full of hope at dottie. “i’ll be damned forever if it’s by you, peggy carter.”
summary — in an au where dottie underwood works at the ssr with peggy carter, late nights are not an uncommon occurrence every week or so. along with a few other male coworkers, the two spies find themselves working together more than usual, and more than wanted.
pairing: peggy carter x dottie underwood
contains: heated rivalry, storage closets shenanigans, hair pulling, lipstick galore, making out in said storage closet, slight choking, almost caught, they ‘hate’ each other, teasing
a/n: hello hello everybodyy!! carterwood is undeniably one of my favorite ships in marvel oat. makes my heart very sad to see the agent carter fandom not so active :,) but makes me very happy to see it still exists!!! i see too little fics of them so i will be contributing to the carterwood society!! love these freaks.. mwa!
word count: 2.1k
the endless sound of typewriters and pens being used to write started to bore peggy. her brown eyes searched for the clock on the wall, the time reading 9:43. it’d been about three hours since her earlier coworkers had clocked out for the day. chief thompson had asked her to work yet another night shift. was she surprised by the egotistical blonde man’s repetitive decision? not one bit.
sat in the dark oak desk near her was none other than her declared work rival, dottie underwood. ever since she showed up, she swore to herself deep down that she’d be sweet and gentle. but that was never retributed. dottie was a bitch, a menace to her life. at least that’s what peggy told herself after leaving slightly trembling from a conversation with underwood.
peggy scribbled down whatever information she’d just been given from one of the other agents. a small ‘thank you’ escapes her velvet red lips as the man leaves her side empty handed now.
it was general codes, something she could recognize in her sleep, so she immediately got to writing. her mind wandered to the day she got home so infuriated because of the dark haired agent. that sharp toothed smile irritated her so much, especially after she lets out another indirect comment about peggy, she had to hold herself back from getting into an argument on ssr grounds.
that night, peggy had her hands balled up into fists until she practically slammed the door to her apartment shut. she breathed heavily to calm herself down and went straight to the shower. peggy grumbled to herself as the hot water poured over her skin.
everything about dottie underwood ticked peggy carter off. the way she spoke with that tentative voice of hers, the way she looked at the other agents, the way her hand gripped her pen when she wrote, the way her arms slightly flexed when she took her coat off in the morning..
before peggy realized it, her hands were shaking ever so slightly while they wandered down her own body. she huffed, trying to stop herself from thinking about dottie, but she couldn’t. so she decided to get it over with.
peggy still sat at her desk idly until a cool voice cut her straight from her thoughts. “peggy? helloo?” dottie stood over her desk, her hands on top of the wood.
peggy shook her head, snapping back to reality. she lifted her gaze to meet dottie’s, cursing herself internally for getting out of focus. “ah, dottie, is there anything i could help with..?” she hummed to the other woman that stood in front of her.
“mm-mm,” dottie began, moving to rest her hands on her hips now that she’d gotten peggy’s attention. “just figured you could use some coffee. you look a little tired, peg.” she smiled.
see, that was exactly what peggy despised about dottie.
“oh, how sweet. i could use a good cup of black right now.” peggy murmurs and lifts herself from her chair. dotties blue eyes follows her every move, as if hired to watch the woman. “come, i’ll keep you company. i need some myself.” she chirps out. peggy had to hold herself back from rolling her eyes.
the two women walked side by side to the office lounge, silently. peggy walked in first, holding the door open for dottie because god forbid her hatred got in the way of her good manners.
dottie walks over to the coffee jug, it being fresh made from an agent that was in just a few minutes ago. she grabs two cups and poured the liquid into them. “you want milk with yours?” she questions innocently, to which peggy shakes her head with a simple ‘no, thanks’.
the blue eyed woman hands her cup of coffee to peggy and grabs her own, leaning against the countertop. dottie sips carefully on the hot drink, careful to not burn herself. peggy stands near the door with her own cup, waiting for hers to cool down as well.
“anything interesting chief proposed to you recently, carter?” dottie speaks up, eyeing the woman across her. peggy hums, “nothing more interesting than not being allowed on a case i wanted to work on.”
dottie pouts before bringing the cup to her lips again. she nipped on the coffee again, before speaking to peggy, “aw, that sucks. thompson can be a real dick to us both when it comes to missions.” she rolls her eyes, to which peggy had no choice but to smile at. “tell me about it.” the brit spoke.
they both stood in silence again, hearing the faint sound of men speaking and the clock ticking. the two women stared at each other, unreadable expressions on their faces. dottie placed her now empty cup back down onto the cold countertop while peggy still finished hers. blue eyes against brown ones, they couldn’t leave each others gazes. as if they were having a conversation nobody else could hear.
dottie pushed herself away from where she was leaning against, stepping slowly toward the other agent in the room. peggys breath hitched, surprised by her sudden change in demeanor. her cup was empty now, resting in her hands.
a cynical smile rested on dottie’s face as she approached peggy, grabbing the cup from her hands. the other was confused by the action and why it needed that performance. that was until dottie set the cup down next to her own.
“let me ask you something, peg.” dottie begins. peggy stood firm, promising herself she wouldn’t start attacking her out of the blue.
“why is it that you avoid me so much? it’s not like it’s easy, either. we are the only two women in this agency.” dottie spoke, a slight hint of annoyance in her voice. “whether it’s to pick up files from the cabinet room together, or to go into groups for a meeting with chief, you always decide to go in the one opposed from me.”
peggy stood there, knowing this was entirely true. she didn’t want to admit that to anyone though. dottie stared daggers into her, waiting for a response.
“look, there isn’t any logical reason for me to lie to you, as we work together. the truth is, dottie, i don’t like you.” peggy began, dottie looked surprised, but not entirely. “your attitude is something i can’t possibly deal with, same goes for the way you—”
peggy is cut off by her own breath faltering. dottie stepped closer to her and with no hesitation, grabbed at her wrist and dragged her with her to.. well, that she didn’t know yet.
“what’re you?—” peggy grumbled, outraged. her eyes kept up with her now faster steps and read the words ‘storage room’. chills went down her back for a reason unknown.
the door opened as fast as it shut, peggys back now pressed against it while dottie pinned her shoulder there. “you know what i think, peg?” dottie huffed, the same taunting smile plastered across her face. “i think there’s something in that head of yours you can’t admit to yourself.” dottie pressed two fingers to peggys temple, putting emphasis on her words.
peggy caught her breath while dottie held her against the door. her eyes were racing across the other womans face, unsure what to do or where to look. dottie just looked at her expression, nodding after she seemingly read her soul out.
“yeah, that’s exactly it, huh?” dottie whispered, leaning close. “you don’t know whether you hate me or want to kiss me.” peggy froze. her eyes reached her piercing blue ones, matching her trademark flirty gaze.
“maybe,” peggy groaned, her british accent standing out. “that doesn’t mean you should be such a bitch.” peggy (verbally) spat at her before shoving her so she’s free from her grip, only then realizing she was willingly trapped.
peggy pushed dottie back against the other side of the room, now being the one to lean close into her while the other woman was caged between her arms. dottie didn’t seem to be hating this for a second, which only infuriated her even more. it infuriated her so much to the point that she hurriedly pressed her lips against the dark haired womans.
dottie moaned shamelessly against peggys feverish lips, it being obvious how much she wanted this. her hands creeped up the brown eyed womans sides, grabbing at whatever she could to keep herself from falling. dotties fingers dug into peggys hips, her nails piercing onto the womans skin, forcing a whine from peggys mouth.
they both pulled away panting, reveled in their shared anger and idiocy. peggys hand reaches for dotties throat, closing her hand around it enough to make her feel something but not completely cut off her air supply. dottie groans, the vibration of it reaching peggys hand. she looks at the slightly struggling woman, who’s fingers never left her hips.
“yeah.. you like that, huh?” peggy hums, inching impossibly closer to dotties body. dottie whines near her lips, a smirk creeping out on peggys mouth. dottie pushes herself off the wall, her hands on peggys hips replaced onto her face instead.
dottie brung peggy back into another feverish kiss, hungry for the other womans lips all over her. the air felt thick with the scent of sweat and the panting of the two agents.
the two that swore they hated each other but really they were all the other could think about. especially late at night when the women couldn’t sleep and their hands roamed amongst themselves.
dottie groaned when peggy pulled away, their lips smudged with each others lipstick. she blinked hazily towards peggy, not letting go over her. dottie smiled sinisterly at peggy before grabbing at her shoulder, turning her around and pushing the front of her body to the wall.
peggy let out a yelp, surprised by the blue eyed womans manhandling. to her extreme likes, dottie pressed herself against peggys back, her breath hot against carters ear. “i knew it.. those looks you were giving me told me you wanted me more than you could admit.” dottie sneers into carters ear, satisfied when she heard a whimper from the agent.
dotties hand snakes into peggys dark locks, her nails grazing her scalp before grabbing a handful and pulling at it, forcing a whine out of peggy. “mmh— fuck!” she groans, her back involuntarily arching into dottie.
underwood was smirking, her free hand resting on peggys hip. she was about to make some smart remark until they heard commotion outside of the storage room. they both froze in unison, their breaths coming in slow.
“where’s carter? and underwood? any sign of them?” a concerned male agent seems to ask another, “no clue.. they were last by their desks right?” a more gravelly voice spoke.
“they’re not in here right?” the two women held their breath in case something seemed to go wrong. luckily, fate was on their side, an odd noise could be heard from the female bathroom nearby. “or in there.. i guess there, having lady troubles.” the concerned agent groans. “…ew.”
the voices and footsteps faded away and dottie never faltered her grip on peggys hair, only tightening it now. “imagine they found us here like this, huh?” she whispered cynically into carters ear, peggy now trembling just a bit.
“hhm—” peggy let out in return before using her other arm to spin dottie around and back her up against the wall yet again. she urgently kissed her again, the overwhelming heat between her legs now controlling her mind.
peggy had never felt a rush like this. was it any other person doing this with her, she’d have flatlined them in a second. however, dottie was a strange exception. having the woman caged between her arms was something she’d beg to relive.
dottie pushed peggy away, breathing unevenly. her blue eyes searched brown ones, stepping slowly toward her as they both caught their breath. they were chest to chest now, both obviously disheveled. before peggy could speak, dottie was a step ahead of her, “you should fix up your hair, peg.”
peggy blinked slowly, watching as the agent in front of her wiped the smudge of her lipstick away from her chin. her eyebrows furrowed before her hands reached up for her hair, patting it down gently.
dottie hums. “good enough.” with that, she turns to open the door. peggy stops her, holding onto her wrist. “wait—”
underwood froze, looking back at the pair of brown eyes that hesitated.
“um.. do you want a drink.. later? you know— after our shift..?” the brit spoke, carefully. peggy was afraid she’d hit a wrong nerve by just speaking to her. dottie smiled, now genuine, surprising carter.
“only if you pay.” dottie smirked at her and peggy nodded, waving a hand dismissing her. they both nodded, peggy now letting her go.
dottie walked out of the storage room, as if nothing just went down. peggy stood inside, still processing what the hell just happened.
the only thing peggy carter knew was that she will be paying for dottie underwoods drink tonight.
summary — you invite carol over to spend the night with you after she came back from a space mission, carol being carol accepts your invite without hesitation.
pairing: carol danvers x reader
contains: silent crushing, sharing a bed, cuddling, carol is super clingy, you play with carols hair, one ‘i love you’ each
a/n: haii hello i am BACK with a carol one shot !! so sorry if this is short, i just wanted to write for carol because she’s literally my baby my cutie pie 🤏🤏 Enjoy mwa
word count: 1.2k
it doesn’t take long for you to hear a knock on your door. a few hours ago, you heard from maria that carol had made her way back home from another long space mission, and you were so glad.
you and carol had always been close since you joined the avengers, she’d help you train early in the morning, and make you laugh with her jokes late at night.
so it was like second nature for you invite her over for the night.
you walk up to your door, having just lit a candle, a huge smile on your face when you open the door to carol. she immediately extends her arms out and you fall into a hug with her. “carol! i’m so glad you’re back and safe.” you murmur into her shoulder and she laughs. “now why would i not be safe?! you know i’m the best of the best!”
carol places her hands on her hips proudly after pulling away from your hug. you chuckle at her demeanor, it was very endearing.
“come on in, i made us some tea. your favorite!” you invite her in, taking one of her bags from her hand and setting it down on the small entrance table, shutting the door afterwards.
carol sits on the stool by the countertop, holding her head up with her hands. you walk around the countertop to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing the kettle you were boiling water in and pouring it into two mugs. you turn the oven heat off and place two tea bags into the mugs.
“herbal, right?” you make sure. carol nods and you continue pouring water until it reaches the top of the mug. you let it sit.
you walk over to carol, leaning against the counter. she was sat on the other side, playing with left over candle wax from another candle that burnt out. “i also got your favorite chips!” you chirp, carol smiles wide. “oh my gosh— you are the best. i could use some of those right now.” she groans. you hand them over to her, carol opens it almost immediately.
she munches on the chips contentedly, you walk back to the steeping mugs of tea and take the now drained tea bags out of them and into the trash. you wash your hands before picking up the cups and slide carols over to her, and make your way to the stool beside her.
“i’m so glad you’re back, i finally have someone to watch horror movies with me. you know, someone i can jump on in case i get scared.” you comment, picking up your mug. carol throws her head back, laughing. “hey! that’s not fair, i get scared too!” she nudges you. you both giggle together.
you chatter for a while, sipping intently on your teas until you’re both on the couch, letting a movie roll. “i’m so tired, i could sleep for weeks.” carol murmurs, sinking into the sofa.
you chuckle, knowing this side of carol will do whatever she says. “you wanna sleep?” you hum, looking over at her. carol shakes her head, looking intently at the screen. you sneak a hand to her hair, playing with the ends of her blonde locks. carol smiles, softly. it seemed she enjoyed the small act of kindness.
as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were always so grateful the blonde took you training everyday when you didn’t even feel like it. you were thankful for the moments you were just sat by her, saying nothing. just staring into each others eyes. like right now.
carol smiles a little, “what’s got you thinking so hard?” she mumbles, her focus shifted to you. “it’s like a catastrophe waiting to begin in that brain of yours.” carol pokes a finger gently at your temple, causing you to laugh.
“nothing,” you yawn. carol raises an eyebrow, as if not believing a word you said. “just a little sleepy. tea always puts me in a mood to chillax..” you mumble. she nods. “me too.”
carol lets her head fall onto your shoulder, huffing out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. your stomach fluttered, smiling unpredictably. another thing you liked about training with carol was her. just her.
“i reaaally need a bed right now.” carol groans, stretching herself out after she sits up. you chuckle and get up, “off to my room we go!”
you lead her through your house to your bedroom, flopping back into your bed after carol closes the door. you hum contently into your pillows and carol laughs. “hey, i’ve got my pjs, i’m gonna go change, aight?” she points to your bathroom and you wave a hand, allowing her to leave. you separate a pillow for her while she does so.
carol returns to your room after a bit, sitting at the edge of your bed. you pat the empty space next to you and she smiles, moving closer to you. you reach over to your nightstand and turn your star projector on.
“you still have that?!” carol gasps. you giggle, “of course! i use it almost every day.”
you drag the covers over yourself after settling down, carol does the same. it wasn’t strange for you both to sleep in the same bed, after all, on missions it got pretty easy to get used to.
this time felt different. you turn to face her, chatting to her about what was up on earth while she was up in space. carol listened intently, hugging the covers under her arms. you gossip about what was going on in the tower, on the news and whatnot.
after a while of your rambling, you started getting sleepier, yawning during your realization when you missed something. carol chuckled, finding your tired state endearing.
“mm, i give up. i can tell you more in the morning..” you hum. carol nods, caressing your shoulder. “yeah, it’s probably for the best for you to get some rest, sleepyhead.”
“you cannot be talking! you’re the one who said you could hibernate with the bears!” you furrow your brows playfully, both of you simultaneously laughing afterwards.
you both sigh out in sync, causing a couple more laughs to escape you again. you turn around to sleep better, and feel her shift closer to you, seeking warmth. you didn’t dare to back away from a cuddle from carol.
“i missed you, space girl.” you smile softly. carol hums, “i missed you too. a lot.” a comfortable silence fell between you both, accompanied with the warmth of your blanket and chirping of the crickets outside.
“…i love you.” you mumble out before you could stop yourself. it seems your unconscious was ready to say stuff you weren’t yet.
silence continued, one you weren’t liking as much. you could tell carol was still there and hasn’t tried escaping by the soft sound of her breath. you curse yourself internally.
“…i love you too.” carol whispers out, her voice humming near your ear. you could’ve sworn your heart stopped for a second, but instead your eyes closed faster and you let out a small breath you didn’t know you were holding.
you felt warmer, whether it was from her body temperature or your blanket, you don’t know. what you do know is you slept through the whole night with a smile on your face for the first time in years.
I really enjoyed “what she wants”, I liked the mix of Natasha’s and Barbara’s personality, it was really well written in my opinion :)
I need a part two of it where r actually texts Natasha and then they end up going on a date with reader being super nervous but Natasha reassures her (with a lil teasing ofc) and maaaybe some smut 🤭
aaa, my first anon!
thank you so so much for the love on “what she wants” :)) it’s probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far!!
i do intend on revisiting “wsw”, but a few things will be coming up along with it too!! it will be going along the lines of what you said here!!
other fics will be coming up too, so keep an eye out <33
summary — you and your friend group, who all easily find someone to pine over, go to a club in the summer night of new york. you’re left to your lonesome at the dance floor until you spot a redhead, sipping on some random neon drink and that (of course) intrigues you to find out what night you’re going to have.
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
contains: making out in a bathroom stall, little bit of hair pulling, both of you are slightly tipsy, sassy natasha, easy reader, natasha has the upper hand, hickeys, reader has little to none rizz
a/n: i was watching the my humps music video by the black eyed peas earlier and it made a light bulb appear in my natasha filled brain. i’m very easily influenced by music so this is what you get. i daydream a lot about sassy natasha… so i felt this was the perfect opportunity to make her so. and yes, natasha is inspired by scarlett’s other role barbara sugarman. also this is set in the 2000s for the plot. Love yall
word count: 1.5k
the music in the club was pulsing, you cling onto the drink your friend bought you tightly, as if it were to help you hold your balance. the tangy taste of raspberry hitting your tongue is an experience.. not one you were sure you wanted to have again.
said friend, was now on the other side of the dance floor with a random dude she picked out to dance with her. fair enough, you thought in your solitude.
you felt lonely, which should seem impossible when you’re in a crowded club. however, having no one to actually interact with did make it feel possible. your eyes wandered around the people who frequented the club with you, most of them men with their friends, talking about which girl they should snatch up next, or girls who were there to simply enjoy themselves with their companions.
an interesting sight your eyes ended up on, was a redhead, who smiled lazily while she danced up on some guy. she had this casual lacy black dress on, that reached down to the middle of her thighs.
you, a complete stranger to this woman, were really analyzing her. you felt like a creep, but you were also bored out of your mind. you tear your eyes away from her, afraid she’d catch you staring. you tried to think to yourself about what you’re going to do now, the loud music interrupting your thoughts easily.
the best you could come up with your slightly hazy brain was to go up to the bar and buy her a drink. so what do you do? that, of course.
you walk to the countertop where the drinks were being poured and served, the music quieter in the area. you sit near where the redhead was sat, drinking on her neon orange liquor. it looked like a good drink, she seemed satisfied by it. it also gave you a better idea of what she might like.
you saunter over to her, trying to be ever so charismatic. the redhead gives you a knowing smirk, as if having known what was happening. “hey there,” you speak over the music to her. “can i by you a drink of.. well, whatever you’d like?” you stumble over your words just a bit. she gives a charismatic chuckle and nods. “mm, yeah sure, why not?”
it was easily the prettiest voice you’d heard in your life. she pursed her lips while she thought about what drink she wanted. “a dry martini, please.” she speaks lowly to the bartender, as if it were a secret. she eyes you, how you lean against the countertop, almost stiff.
you give her your name, then decide to ask for hers, “and you are?”
“natasha,” she purrs, “thanks for the drink, cutie.” you almost freeze with her words, a sheepish smile escapes you instead. her martini is quickly made and served for her, which she takes in slowly with a delighted hum.
“so, whatcha doing over here, buying me a drink, huh?” she questions, a teasing smile on her face. “well, i did come here with my friends but.. they all seem to be having fun with their hookups now.” you shrug. “that’s it, huh? just because you were bored?” she tests you. you shake your head, but natasha just laughs at you, “i’m just kidding, sweetheart.” she faux pouts before beginning her next sentence.
“aw, you poor thing, all alone at the club then?” she raises an eyebrow. “i hope not anymore..” you eye her. natasha hums, “i might give you a chance if you get lucky, honey.” you nod, and are silently grateful that the club lights hide your easily blushing face.
she sips on her drink, swinging to the music. natasha out of nowhere, grabs your wrist and looks at you, “cmon, let’s go dance.” before you have a chance to say anything, she quickly finishes her martini and drags you out to the floor.
you catch your balance, steadying yourself as she stops with you somewhere crowded again. you could spot your busy friend from the corner of your eye, but suddenly that didn’t matter anymore.
natasha was swaying along to the music, her back turned to you. you couldn’t help but watch, mesmerized by this figure in front of you. you move along too, the alcohol in your system helping you feel less tense in the moment.
only for a while, until natasha snakes her hand to yours, putting them to her waist. she wanted you to hold her while she moved. you gasp involuntarily, as she stirs closer to you.
she moves against you, obviously trying to get a reaction out of you. your instinct was the grip her waist just a tad harder, coaxing a chuckle out of her. you knew she liked what you did when she puts her back against your chest, moving with you more proximately.
you continue doing so, melting into her. natasha enjoys it quite a lot. she likes how easy you are for her. “you like that, cutie?” she teases, her voice a little rough. you could only answer with a bashful hum.
natasha turns around to face you, draping her arms over your shoulders. “i really liked the drink you bought for me..” she murmurs into your ear, so you could really hear her over the obnoxiously loud club music. “you.. yeah?” you breathe to her. “mmhm.. i thought it was real cute how you came over.. so eager to buy me a drink.” she chuckles lazily, caressing your head.
the air felt thicker now, your face reddening with every word natasha spoke. “well.. i’m always happy to—”
“shh.. don’t talk. just keep making cute noises for me.” natasha interrupts you with a finger pressed to your lips. you immediately shut up, a familiar ache in your stomach from her dominant action.
she takes her finger away from your lips, dragging it down your jawline. “you’re real cute..” she teases, leaning in closer. your hands have never left her waist, instead gripping her a bit tighter now.
you breathe steadily, keeping yourself from absolutely freaking out right now. you smile sheepishly. “yeah..?” you mumble out. natasha hums, “yeah.. mm..” it seems like she stops to think for a second.
“come.” natasha then orders, taking your hand. she leads you through the crowd, the fog surrounding everyone along with the pink club lights. natasha drags you to the bathroom, which was surprisingly empty for how many people were inside the bar.
she shoves you into one of the stalls and pins you against the wall. you gasp before she presses her lips against yours. you let a pathetic whimper against her, her hands wandering over your sides.
natasha smiles into the kiss, letting out soft sounds of her own. she pulls away after a bit, leaving you to catch your breath.
“you look way cuter in this light where i can see you blushing better.” she purrs out. you pant, a lot having happened in the past two minutes. you hold onto her waist like it was your lifeline.
natasha snakes her hand up your neck and into your hair, tugging on it slightly. the action makes you moan softly, making her eyes sparkle. “such a pretty sound..” she whispers to you.
you decide to dive for her neck, placing soft kisses over her pulse point. she gasps, her grip on your hair tightening.
the way natasha was holding you only drove you further, so you start to suck gently, leaving red marks over the right side of her neck. you could hear her chuckle breathlessly and whisper sweet nothings to you.
after leaving a few marks, she brings her fingers to your chin, forcing your face back up to hers and draws you back for another kiss. your hands wander down her waist, to her thighs. you bring one up so you could feel her closer.
natasha hums contentedly against your lips, letting her arms drape over your shoulders. you both kiss sloppily, feeling the heat of the moment.
she pulls away, a satisfied smile on her face. natasha looks into your eyes, then over your face. you stand there like an idiot, staring at her as well. she chuckles, and puts something in your pocket. “don’t look yet.” she says, sternly. you obey.
natasha huffs and steps backwards, unlocking the stall door. she walks over to the bathroom mirror and fixes her hair, leaving you dumbfounded in there. you walk out after composing yourself, not daring to look yourself in the mirror yet. you watch her as she puts some lipstick on, it grazes her lips like a paintbrush on a canvas.
she steps back and looks at you, a smirk on her face. natasha leans in, her breath hot on your ear. “you should fix your lips, honey.” she teases and struts to the door, opening it and leaving back into the fog of the club.
you stand there for a good minute, processing what just happened. you finally come to look yourself in the mirror, and see your makeup slightly blurred, especially your lipstick. it’s smudged with her own. you huff and remember she placed something in your pockets and reach for it. it was a piece of paper, which you now carefully unfold.
summary — a while after the attacks in sokovia, wanda finally settles in comfortably with the avengers. so with that, you, wanda, steve, sam, natasha and clint decide to go on a small summer hike.
pairing: wanda maximoff x reader
contains: fluffy, a tad angsty, hair braiding, hesitation, wanda slowly trusting you, sharing strawberries, eye contact, softly falling for each other
a/n: first of all, i’d like to thank you all so so much for the hearts on my first fic, it really made me so happy :,)) and of course for this one, i’m really excited to write it!! wanda was the reason for me turning to a marvel fan, so of course i have to write for my darling <3 i hope you readers like this!!
word count: 1.5k
the sun was hot over the six of your heads, the gently breeze of the summer air mixed with lake water helped greatly. you all walk steadily, two by two on the pathway, steve and sam leading the way. you make casual conversation with clint, who walked slowly with you behind the others.
you’d always have admired the hawk, ever since you joined the avengers. his calm yet extremely intelligent demeanor was one to respect. not to mention his sense of humor, it always kept you positive.
he comments about how the avengers are going along, after the attack in sokovia. he says it was great finding new recruits like yourself, rhodey, sam, vision and wanda. you agree with him, considering the possible fact that there could be more out of the ordinary attacks on earth.
natasha turns around, from where’d she’d been walking with wanda. “we’re gonna stop for a small picnic soon, guys.” she comments, sam and steve also stopping to agree. you’d been getting a little hungry, anyway. “sounds fine to us.” clint nods, speaking for you and wanda.
you all do a bit more walking, observing the trees that you pass by. the sunlight glimmers past your feet, through the treetops of the forest.
stopping at a sunlit spot not long after, you all spread out into twos, sam and steve sitting under a tree, clint walking with natasha over to the hills edge near the lake you halted at, leaving you and wanda to find a small area to relax.
you look at the sokovian, seeing her shy expression. you found it awfully endearing, but also understanding why she kept her guard up around you. you had a great deal of respect for her, knowing what she’s been through and what she can do.
speaking of knowing what she can do.. you notice she’s smiling at you. you look a bit confused until you remember..
“you know i’m reading your mind, right now.” the redhead speaks, her sokovian accent peaking out of her voice. you breathe out, not having noticed you were holding your breath until then. she didn’t seem offended or anything, more a little relieved.
“ah.. right. i forgot you could do that.” you chuckle under your breath. “so.. where do you want to sit?”
wanda pulls out a small blanket she had in her backpack and sets it down near the patch of grass you both were stood by. “sit, please.” she offers after kneeling to sit down. you do so, after she looks at you.
you both take in the view before you, feeling the soft sunlight on your skin. wanda hums, taking in the fresh air. you assume she hasn't felt peace like this in a while and smile ever so softly, glad that she's experiencing it now.
“you know, you don't have to be so quiet next to me,” the sokovian mumbles to you. you felt a little surprised, not knowing exactly how to react. the best you can come up with is a small laugh. “i'm sorry i.. i'm not exactly the best conversation starter.” you admit.
wanda laughs, the sound echoing in your head. it was sweet, genuine. something you were proud to be hearing. “no, i'm sorry too.. i must not be the easiest person to talk to.” she sighs, hugging her knees.
you were going to retaliate, but were interrupted by sam, who had a small box of strawberries in his hand. he held them out in front of you both, “here, i figured you guys wanted something to snack on until we head back.. steve told me to give you 'em.” he blurbs. you laugh a little and thankfully take the packet of fruits from him. “thanks, sam..” wanda smiles at him, he nods and heads back over to steve.
you set the little box of strawberries between you both on the blanket, opening it. wanda peers down at the fresh fruit and grabs one. “i really liked these when i was younger.” she smiles, not sad, but as if having remembered something.
“did pietro like them?” you ask, curious. it’s an innocent question, that she seemed she didn’t mind answering. wanda chuckles under her breath, “yes, every opportunity we had to grab some, they’d be gone in two days.” she hushes, her sokovian accent peaking with every word.
you laugh a little as well, liking the way she shares her memories. “that means you must also like them a lot?” you question, narrowing your eyes at her playfully.
“all i’ll say is, don’t leave them alone with me,” she warns, returning your playful glare. you nod. “i’ll remember that..” you smile.
you both sit together in a comfortable silence, taking in the calming air with nature surrounding you. it does get a little hotter over time. you have your hair up in a ponytail.
you look over at wanda, who seemed to be sweating a bit. her hair was down. you turn to her, and she looks over at you.
“is something wrong?” she questions, looking a little defensive. you quickly shake your head, “no— no! nothings wrong, no.. i uh..” you stumble over your words. “i just.. don’t you feel hot?” you furrow your brows.
wanda looks a little surprised, her body language now more confused than aware. “..why?” she seemed genuinely concerned.
you shake your head. “the sun is scolding.. you’re sweating, wanda!” you tell her, pointing at her neck. she huffs. “i don’t have a hair tie..” she admits, almost shamefully.
ohhh… you realize it now. she didn’t want to tell you about what she was feeling because she’d think she’s bothering you.
“here,” you begin, coming a little closer to her. she looks at you, simply allowing it. you feel silently grateful. “can i.. braid your hair?”
she looks at you. you feel bad for even asking, but before you can say anything, she nods, a little hesitant in her eyes. “it’s fine, i shouldn’t have asked—”
“no. please.” wanda gasps. you blink, almost unsure you heard that. “you.. can. please.” she nods again.
you give her a soft smile, sitting closer to her. she turns her back to you, bringing her hair fully over her shoulders.
you touch her brownish red hair gently, brushing along it to soften it before you start. you feel her shoulders tense up at first, but as you thread your fingertips through them, she softens.
you part her hair into three sections and begin braiding it. the summer air passes by you both, as if it was embracing the two of you.
her hair was incredibly soft, you could sit there all day, playing with her hair.
you didn’t know however, is that wanda was absolutely reading your every thought. she couldn’t stop smiling, and you didn’t know that either. you mindlessly braid her hair, as if it were second nature to you. she felt comforted.
you grab an extra hair tie you had on your wrist and wrap it around the ends of her hair, before placing it over her shoulder.
she grabs it, carefully so she doesn’t undo it. she smiles while turning back to you. “thank you.. it’s really pretty.” she looks at you, happiness in the shine of her eyes.
“…anytime, wanda.” you smile back. it felt so nice to see her happy.. and to think it was because of you, made you feel warm.
steve calls out for all of you to regroup so you all could head back. you stand up, giving wanda a hand. before she takes it, she shoves another strawberry into her mouth and grabs the package. you chuckle a little and help her up.
the two of you walk over to the other four and natasha smiles. “nice braid, wanda.” she compliments wanda, who’s smiling sheepishly. “thanks.. she did it for me.” wanda points at you, and you nod. “didn’t know you had a specialty in braiding?” natasha teases. you laugh a bit. “might need you to braid thors hair next time.”
sam laughs out loud, and you all stare at him. natasha stares, amused. “what? that was hilarious!” sam exclaims. you shake your head. “don’t worry, i’ll convince him to let me somehow.” you nudge sam, wanda laughs.
you all walk together, down the path you guys came up. you trotted next to wanda, who pointed at the little flowers on the trail that she knew about. you liked how interested she was in the florals, wanting to learn from her.
as you walked, the knuckles of her hand bumped into yours every now and then. natasha, clint, steve and sam walked ahead, leading the way. the sun was slowly setting, the birds starting to sing as the flew to their nests.
wanda decided to interlock your fingers. you smiled like an idiot, feeling the warmth of her hand in yours as you walked.
“can you braid my hair more often?” she hushes to you. you immediately look over at her and nod. “of course..! anytime you want, wanda.”
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