there are no physical attributes or gendered language used in this :)
tw: PTSD and death mentioned
hurt/comfort for the fall season! (totally not self indulgent whaaaat)
You comfort Sev after a rough nights sleep
The air felt thick as your eyes adjusted to the harsh sunlight peeking through your apartment window. A groan leaves your lips as you root around your bed for your girlfriend. As you come to it, you recognize what the cool sheets on your bed signifies. Sevika is missing from your bed for the third time this week. Many who didn’t know her would assume that she was back in her old stomping grounds, messing around with Babettes girls. Yet, you knew her better than anyone else, better than she knew herself.
You roll out of bed, leaving the comfort of your sheets and the smell of your lover. As your feet padded through your shared home, the sound of a whiskey glass hitting the coffee table filled your ears. Your first thought was annoyance at her inability to use a coaster (you think she does it just to fuck with you). Your soon second thought was questioning why she was up this early on her off day. Silco was kind enough to let her take a few days off…well after you had given him a very stern talking to. Sevika swears that the only thing he’s scared of would be you.
As you turn the corner, you see your lover hunched over her strong legs. Her chemtech arm off for the night, leaving her residual limb in the open. Her hair is down and in her face, not even caring that she can’t see well. Her flesh arm balancing a cigarillo and a whiskey glass, interchanging between vices. Her distant stare tells you she’s had a nightmare. Her staggering breath and deep frown tells you that she’s in her head. Sevika’s PTSD symptoms ebbs and flows with her day to day life. The fast pace and graveness of her line of work distracts her from the horrors that plague her mind in the quiet of the night. Yet, tonight, it seemingly has caught up to her.
A deep sigh leaves your mouth as you bite the corners of your lip, scouring your mind at what could’ve triggered her. The night before was filled with laughter and love between the two of you. The softer, less brute side of Sevika shone brightly through her hardened exterior. The side she only let you see.
You take a seat right next to her on your shared couch.Your arm moves to her hair, swiping her blunt locks away from her line of sight, tucking them behind her ears. A short grunt leaves her lips as a sign that she’s aware of your presence. When Sevika gets in these moods, you know better than to pester her to talk. She has seen and experienced horrific things, many of which you mightn’t even know. So when she feels comfortable in sharing even a sliver of her life, you let her at her own pace.
The pair of you sit in comfortable silence as your fingertips trail invisible figures across her body. You’ve learned through your relationship, keeping an aspect of constant physical touch in moments like these, keep her grounded. What makes you so different from all she’s mess with before is your attention to detail. You constantly find ways to keep her from disconnecting further into her pain, especially on days like these.
“He was there.” She kept her gaze distant and hard.Your hand squezees hers as an act of encouragement.
“I was a kid again and he-“ Her chest rises as her breath quickens, cheeks flush with anger. You rub her shoulder in hopes to calm her nerves. You knew Sev had a tumultuous relationship with her father growing up. Brief stories of her youth had slipped through during druken nights shared between you two, but that was the bulk of your understanding. You never thought to cross the boundary of asking how that came to be. A clearing of her throat brought you back to her as her eyes grossed over. A thick swallow of her throat and a shake of her head was enough to keep her emotions at bay.
“It’s been uh, difficult this time of year. Ya know it would’ve been ma’s birthday.” A glimpse of a bittersweet smile can be seen on her face. A surprised expression dawned yours. You thought Sev speaking of her dad was rare! She’s never once mentioned her mother to you in the past years you’ve known her.
“She would’ve loved you, i know it.” A smile couldnt be held back this time. Her distant stare broke as she looked into your eyes.
“I hate that stupid sappy shit you’re into-“ You giggle and slap her arm.
“But, I knew that ma sent you for me the second that I met you.” A shy and bashful smile adorned your lovers face as she nuzzles her nose into her favorite spot, your neck.
You feel your heart explode at her words. Sevika easily has been your most romantic lover (although she likes to downplay it to herself). You cup her strong jaw into your palm and kiss her. You hope every single ounce of your passion, love, and emotions can be felt by her through your lips. Sevika melts into your kiss, allowing for her tense body to relax in your touch.
Being vulnerable is hard for her, she knows that. She sometimes wonders if life hadn’t been so cruel in the undercity, if her father had cared for her…if her mother never died, how different her life would’ve been. Would she have given her life over to the cause? Would she have been something other than a soldier? Or would she still just be a cog in Silcos rebellion? Would she have found things that she liked? Would she have a hobby that didn’t include death and destruction? Would she have kids with you? Would she be less fucked to bring a child into the world and actually be a good mother? All of these were thoughts that had plagued her mind the moment she had gotten woken up by that nightmare.
And yet, here she is, unable to express the flurry of emotions to you. So…kissing will do. She’ll connect your bodies until you’re one so you can feel the deep connection she feels for you. She will be your fiercest protector and keep living for you. For you, have given her a new meaning, a new spark. She’ll keep fighting for Zaun, fighting for you so you will be able to have the life she dreams for you.
You part with her for a second before her lips chase you down. Her flesh arm reaching for you, holding onto your body like she fears if she doesn’t you’ll disappear. You climb onto her lap in one swift motion, needing to become one with her.
“I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere, Sev. I love you.” You stare into her eyes, into her soul. You need her to know that you will never leave her like her loved ones did.
Her steele eyes widen with appreciation and deep appreciation.
“Baby I-I love you. I will do everything to make Zaun the place you deserve.”
Your heart aches at her confession. No, it’s not the first time you’ve said those words to each other, but it is few and far between. Sevika shows you in your day to day just how much she loves you, so you never felt insecure in her loyalty to you. Yet, your heart aches for her. Your heart aches for the pain and the suffering that she’s endured and continues to experience. Your heart aches for the fact that you know she believes she doesn’t deserve good, that she doesn’t deserve you.Your revaluation turns a light within you.
“As long as I'm alive I will spend my days showing you how worthy you are.” You caress her strong jaw and place a kiss on her forehead.
wait wait okay second request ish but i swear i just wanna help wjfnsmfma since they’re the “concepts” that most inspire me atleast hahaha, some maria being a protective gf even outside of the workplace hehehe
hi babe! this got eaten up in my inbox but i love this! I hope I did this justice since I had a great time writing it :)
not proof read yet oops
Protector
Maria Hill x Reader
genre: fluff and a tinsy bit of angst
warnings: mentions of reader getting hurt.
You were never one for relationships. They never went as planned. You always felt as if you gave them your all just so you could get nothing in return. They took a toll in you. Having to take care of your previous partners started feeling less and less like a relationship and more and more like you were their parent. A chore.
This all changed when you met Maria. You were a little reluctent to allow yourself to fall for her at first. Normally when things were too good to be true they were. But in her case, too good to be true was false. You worked at S.H.I.E.L.D for years and some how managed to climb yourself up the ladder. In good ole too good to be true fashion, you found yourself not knowing what to do once S.H.I.E.L.D when down back when HYDRA was exposed for its infultration. Frustrated that all of your hardwork seemed to slip through the cracks, you moped in your apartment for weeks until Maria Hill herself knocked on your door. Her confidence always atracted you. She always knew what she was doing, how she was doing it, and when it would get done. The second she offered you a job you knew there was no way you could say no (even if you were desparate.)
From that day forward you were helping out with the Avengers at the compound in Upstate New York. During that time with Maria you couldn't ignore thestolen glances and secret brushes of her hands anywhere she could get them. What truly stuck out to you was her need to protect and take care of you. During the day she would make sure you were doing your work in her stern mannor, but would still go out of her way to make sure you're eating on time and getting the propper breaks you needed. At events before and during your relationship she would shoot anyone a glare who she deemed was looking at you too long. When you went on missions she made sure to pack your bag for you. She would kill you if you told anyone but Maria loves leaving little candies and notes along the crevaces of your bags and clothing just so you can remember to come home to her.
If you ever were to come back injured all hell would break loose. Once you were coming back from a solo mission gone horribly wrong. Everything aabout this mission when completley tits up and you had no back up to call in. It was a miracle that you came back alive. As soon as you landed, Dr.Cho and her staff were waiting to help you. You had two bullet wounds and a plethora of bruises and a ffew broken bones. You didn't know but what you did know was that it hurt like hell. Maria had stayed on the phone with you when you were making it back from the mission.
Sobbs wracked through her body as she tried her best to keep you awake.
"So help me god, Y/N you have to stay awake. For me, baby, please."
That is comething you will never forget. The sound of her completley breaking down was close in pain to the level of pain you were feeling in the moment.
Once you stepped foot on the helecoptar pad, Maria sprang into action. She wouldn't allow for anyone to touch you until sheset you down on the gurney. She wispered "you're going to be okay"s and "i wont let anything happen to you's as you were rushed to the operation table. The last thing you remeber before you surgey was the sweet kiss Maria panted on your forehead. You used your last bit of energy to let out a soft "i love you".
She was a wreck the whole sixteen hours you were asleep after surgey. She blaimed herself for not being able to protect you. From then on, Maria would look out for you in every aspect that she could. Tony liked to call it her being up your ass, but when it came down to it he knew he would be the exact same for Pepper.
You surprisingly didn't mind. You love your girlfriend and love being around her. What you didn't like is when she would dictatee when and how you were able to do your job. You teo have gotten in many arguments because of that, but at the end of the day you know she's doing it out of fear of loosing you and she knows that she can't stop you from doing the job that you love.
When it came time to marry, Maria promised you one thing in your vowes.
'I promise to always be your protector. That family comes first and will always come first. If we ever have little ones of our own I want you to know that there would be nothing that I wouldn't do for them to grow up happy and heatly. You are my world Y/FN Y/M/N Hill. If I were told today that I had to quit my job I would quit happy. The only hero I need to be is a hero for my family.'
summary: The reader wakes up their girlfriend on christmas day.
warnings: none! just fluff
AN: this ones a bit short, but I enjoyed writing it a lot! i missed my rue rue </3i hope you like it!! (i don’t have a name for it as of rn sorry my brain is fried) stay safe & happy holidays!
Being able to lay in the same bed as your girlfriend felt like heaven. Her arms wrapped haphazardly around your torso as her hair sprawled across the pillowcases. Her gentle breath fanned out across your neck. You were spending Christmas morning with the Bennett’s and you couldn’t be more excited.
The sun was unexpectedly shining brightly in comparison to the cold and snowy Decembers you're used to. This causes you to break away from your dream state and slide into consciousness. You ever so slightly turn towards your phone to check the time. It was already seven in the morning. You’re not completely sure when the Bennett’s open their presents, but you didn’t have to think about that for very long.
“Good Morning! We’re going to start soon. Good luck trying to wake that one up.” Gia chuckles. “We’re in the living room.” You reply with a thanks. This’ll probably take a while. If there was one thing to know about Rue is that she loves her sleep.
There are two ways you could do this. Act like a child and jump on the bed, or shower her in kisses and tickles till she budges. You decide on the latter and get to work. Moving her stray hair away from her face, you lean in and feather light kisses all over her face. She starts to groan as if she isn’t enjoying your love. That facade is broken when you see a faint smile appear. Bingo.
“Baby….baaaaby...Rue Rue I know you’re awake.” You giggle as she tries to keep a straight face. A string of babbling nonsense leaves her mouth. The only coherent thing she happened to mutter was, “five more minutes please.”
“I didn’t want to do it but you leave me no choice.” You suddenly straddle her hips and go straight to her tickle spots. A roar of uncontrollable laughter spills from her mouth as her eyes shoot open.
“O-okay! I’m up! i’m up!” She exclaims and you cease your motions. You stay in your spot, straddled over her, to admire her beauty. Rue is one of the strongest people you know (although she’d beg to differ). Your eyes memorized her smooth skin and effortlessly groomed eyebrows. Her slightly crooked smile and beautiful brown eyes staring back at you.
“What you looking at, dork?” Rue tries to hide her blush, but fails. You cup her jaw and caress her cheek. You turn her head to look right back at you.
“My beautiful girlfriend, who I have the pleasure of spending Christmas with her wonderful family. That family is also waiting on us to get things started. I don’t want them thinking that we’re doing something we’re not!” You joke at the end and lean in to award her with a kiss. As you pull away you can’t help but giggle at Rue’s blissed out face.
“Come on, loser.” You hop out of her bed and hold your arm out for her.
