Pairing: Agent North x Reader
Day 10 of Fics Advent Calendar 2017. Read the others here
A/N: There have been a LOT of North prompts, so I’m actually gonna put them at the bottom of the fic this time round.
Summary: Abandoned by your team on a planet in the middle of god knows where, North and yourself are forced to take shelter and a storm sets to knock out the coms and all chance of extraction.
wc: 881
“We're just gonna have to put up with it,” sighs North, coming to rest beside you in the driest section of the shelter. Scooting up you give him space, the man sits with a groan. “At least until morning.”
You watch the roof leak, large puddles clinging to the bowing floor. The rain pounds heavily against the tiny abandoned base, wind wailing as it pleads for entry, rattling window panes and slipping through the cracks.
“How long does night last on this planet?”
North considers your question with a sinking heart, casting a guilty sideways glance. “4 days.”
“4 days?” you groan, “what the fu- err frick frack are we going to do for 4 days?”
North smiles gratefully, the young AI sitting atop his shoulder and kicking his feet unaware of the curse nearly escaping your lips. “4 days, at least.”
You groan louder.
“The storm's too dangerous,” comments the boy surrounded with throbbing pinks and purples. “The equipment won’t work.”
“Good point, Theta,” congratulates North over possibly the loudest sigh you've ever sighed in your life.
“What’re we gonna do,” you ask in despair, standing and pacing the space, feet kicking water. “We don’t have any food, map, working shelter; this is complete bull–”
“Bull poopy?” offers Theta, materialising in front of you. You smile despite your frustration, holding up a finger for him to high five.
“Bull poopy,” you accept.
“You’re a bad influence,” teases North, coming over and taking your hand in his. You pull a face, expression scrunching.
“I’m a great influence. Like, take our team for example. When I see them again I’m going to influence them so hard in the dam- darn teeth they’ll be shi- pooping teeth for a week.”
North offers an apologetic smile, stifling his amusement. “This is hard for you, isn’t it?”
“Don’t play with me.”
He backs off, holding his hands up in surrender at the sight of true anger. Theta casts him a worried and confused glance, but he smiles. “You wanna shut down for a bit, buddy? It’s past your bedtime.”
The AI pouts, kicking nonexistent stones. “Can’t I stay up? It’s a weekend.”
“Not on this planet it isn’t.”
With a noisy raspberry Theta flickers before fading away, the roaring rain filling the space with a freezing cold. You don’t want to turn to him, too infuriated, but his hands have other ideas. He shifts you gently, taking your face in his palms before searching your expression. You settle into the warmth, craving the comfort only he can provide.
He seems to find what he’s looking for. “It’s not their fault.”
You frown, wrinkling your nose in disgust. Ruefully yanking away you return to your pacing, footplates sloshing through the steadily spreading puddles. “God damn it, North.” You’re shaking your head, bitter as he watches you. “Of course it’s their damn fault.”
“Y/N–”
“No,” you whirl, jabbing a finger in his direction. “Stop covering for them; stop lying down for them to step on you. They knew what they were doing when they got to extraction before radioing. They were already in the damn air before could hit the ground running.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but knows better. He remains quiet, letting you get it out of your system. Though you don’t know where to direct your anger, you persist, feeling it boil in your chest and bubble from your lips.
“I’m sick of it, North. I’m tired of not being able to trust our team mates cus there’s too desperate to compete and climb the fucking ladder. This is just what the director wants, for us to fight and follow orders than loyalties.” You sigh, falling onto your haunches, head in hands. “This is just what he wants.”
The storm takes over again; rain drops hitting your armour with soft plinks. North sighs, coming over to stand before you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’re lucky the weathers knocked out the coms.” With a groan and click he’s sitting, staring out the window screaming in its frame. “You don’t give our friends enough credit.”
“You give the project too much.”
“I’m not talking about the project; I’m talking about the people. They’re still in there, and they’re going through the same as us.” He looks at you, reaching out to take your hand as you collapse with a groan to lean against the closest wall. “We can’t abandon them, because like you said, it’s ‘just what he wants.’”
“I have too many feelings.” Your voice is quiet, cracking with a roll of thunder.
Shuffling, North pulls you close with an arm winding around your waist. “You’ve got the right amount of feelings.”
“How do you still have hope?” you ask, curling into his side, legs hooking together and face buried in his neck. “Everything’s so fucked. I don’t know if we’re doing the right thing anymore, I don’t know whose side we’re on.”
“I know, Y/N,” he murmurs into your hair, “but we have to think of the people we love. I’d do anything for you, just like I’d do anything for them.” He smiles down, caressing your face with a thumb. “Well, maybe a little more for you.”
“Your selflessness is going to get you killed.”
“I know.”
Prompts:
1. Could you do a Reader x North where they end up stranded on a planet after a mission goes awry and they take shelter has an issue with (this prompt literally just stops here. I dunno; so I made it up as I went.)
2. I love your blog! ^^ Also, if the prompts are still open, would you mind doing a North and Reader fic? Anything is fine with me...I absolutely adore North...
3. Heyo!! I know you're busy and all, so I'm just asking if you wanted to do this in your downtime, but do you think you could write some NorthxReader?? Anything really, its your choice. P.s. I love your writing and your blog!!
4. I know this sounds weird but could you do a AI x reader story and any plot is fine
Simmons is a sweetie, enough said. Thanks to those of you who requested some Simmons love, you're all great. Hope this is cute enough for all your needs!
WC: 1103
SUMMARY: As the only man to offer you an intelligent conversation, you go in search of Simmons, finding him absorbed in a book. Determined to ignore you, you take it upon yourself to distract him from his text; by any means necessary.
“Simmons?” you prompt again, unable to capture his attention. Frustrated, you make your way over to him, sitting in the centre of his bed with your legs crossed, watching him. It becomes apparent that he is ignoring you, and you wonder what possible book could steal away his politeness. He had always been kind, if not a little clumsy and nervous around you. You presume it must be a common reaction for him, as he always seems to struggle around women, you’d seen it with Tex, and even sister. Clearing your throat, you wait, watching as the muscles in his back tense under his maroon singlet.
Reaching out, you take an opportunity you had never thought possible, touching his back gently with your fingers. You hear a noise sneak from his lips, a sign of semi annoyance. Inching closer, you begin to trace patterns into his back, dragging your nails softly across his skin and shirt, hoping to distract him just enough for some form of conversation. He lets out a sigh after a few minutes, but does not look at you when he speaks. “I’m not going to stop reading, Y/N”, his voice steady. You smile, despite yourself, noticing the confidence in his tone. “Is that a challenge?” you reply deviously, your nails running across his ribs, causing him to shudder.
“Must be a good book” you note, shuffling closer, balancing on your knees and pressing your body against his back, peering at the pages. Resting your hand so that your fingers drape across his neck, you see his eyes close in frustration, his lips twitching into what you assume is a smile. “What’s it about?” you push, moving your arms to wrap them around his waist, fingers lingering on his stomach, chin resting on his shoulder. “Quantum physics” he says finally, one of his hands moving to grab yours, holding you still to stop the tickles that rush through his body. “Very boring,” he comments. “Not something you’d be interested in.”
“On the contrary,” you inform, resting your cheek against his neck, a smug smile playing on your lips as his hand tightens impulsively on your own. “I happen to quite like physics”. He lets out a small breath, turning his head slightly to get a better look at you; not realising how close your face is to his own. His eyes widen as he sees you, eyes looking intently into his own; the freckles that litter across your nose catching his notice, having never been close enough to see them before. “Really?” he asks, incredulously. You let out an airy laugh. “Nah” you smile, “I’m more into chemistry”
He blushes deeply at your words, returning to his book, unsuccessfully trying t distract himself from you. With a smirk, you press your face into the crook of his neck, lips brushing against his skin as you speak. “Chemistry can be more intimate, don’t you agree?” he clears his through with a crack in his voice, and you can feel the quickening of his pulse against your soft lips. You let out a musical laugh, sitting back down, placing your legs on either side of his own, and tangling your feet with his. Ducking your head, you nuzzle underneath one of his arms, of which works its way willingly around your shoulders. Now embracing him, you begin to read with him, feeling him grow more and more nervous with each page, occasionally hugging him tighter.
Minutes pass like this, though his attention has shifted from the pages he holds to your face, lost in thought as he admires the part between your lips as you scan the words, the beautiful colour of your eyes. He blushes as you peak up to see him, a smile curling as you let out a little laugh. “I think physics is very interesting” you say, moving your hands across his stomach, your nails tracing his skin, and he represses a shudder with great difficulty. The blush across his skin grows warmer, and you can see his resolve wavering; success near. “Shall we keep reading?” you prompt, but he remains silent, just watching you with a torn expression. “Simmons?”
“You know” he begins slowly, his words careful and deliberate “I’ve never actually studied chemistry.” As he speaks, you draw one of your legs back, pushing up so that you are on a more equal level with him, wrapping your torso around his so that you are almost in front of him; causing him to lose track. “Really?” you ask, and he smiles, “Would you like me to teach you?” you reach for the book in his lap, taking it from him and gently placing it on the side table, the place held. Swinging around, you hook a leg around his waist smoothly, now sitting in his lap as you drape your arms across his shoulders. He can’t reply as you take his hands, moving them to your back, and he holds you delicately, as for fear that you might break as he wakes up from the dream he is so sure he is having.
He removes one of his arms, bringing his fingers up to trace them across your cheek and along your collar bone lovingly, before gently directing your chin upwards, leaning in to brush a kiss. With a smile, you allow his to lead you, surprised by his confidence. As he draws away after a moment, you cup the back of his neck, bringing him back for a longer kiss, gentle and sweet. His arms grow stronger around you as he kisses your neck, before stopping, burying his face into your shoulder, cuddling to you. Surprised, it only takes you a moment to pull him close, resting against his chest, hearting the quickening of his heart against your ear. “I’d like to learn more about chemistry” he says quietly, and you laugh. “But you’ll need to direct me”, with a smile, you pull your head away, kissing his cheek, before returning to the embrace. “Trust me, this is enough.”
Hello! Still working my way through the slurry of RVB prompts, so have a Tucker x Reader that was suggested to me by an Anon.
Also...
SUCK IT REDS
WC: 1706
WARNING: SMUT
SUMMARY: Tucker isn't the easiest one to live around, with all his sexual jokes, you find yourself going ever frustrated at him; and increasingly attracted.
You swear; if you hear those words again, you’d really give him something to ‘bow chicka bow wow’ about. With each obscene joke and overly sexualised gesture; you can feel yourself becoming more and more irritable. The frustration is mounting, not because of what some would see as harassment, but because of the longing in the pit of your stomach with every uttered word.
You can’t see him not knowing, not realising what he does to you; you’re too aware that your blushing gives you away. As a soldier, you never normally let your feelings get in the way, but you’re times with the blues had softened the hard shell you formed through the freelancer project; and as a human you know that the emotions won’t just go away.
The base is quiet as you wander the halls, nothing on but the bottoms of your armour that hugs your legs like jeans and a tank top. The fresh air that gently moves through your hair is calming, though it cannot repress the sudden rise in heat when you turn a corner to see Ticker, lounging against a wall as he speaks with Church. “All I’m saying is that we need some form of entertainment around here” his voice echoes, and you stop; watching the pair. Church pinches the bridge of his nose. “Oh for god sakes, Tucker; we’re in the middle of a box canyon; what do you think I can do?” He shrugs, motioning to the leader. “I dunno man, can’t you just; call command or something?” Church grumbles, “Oh yeah, cus I’m just gonna call up and ask them to send a bouncy castle into this fucking place.” Tucker’s eyes light up, their deep brown gleaming.
You walk forward with a smile, standing next to them both. “He’s kidding, Tucker.” You say, noticing his eyes grow wide with shock as he looks at you. You suppose your attire has confused him, having never seen you with half your armour on. He lets out a faint whistle, but you ignore him; turning to Church. “Caboose is stuck again” you say, pointing to the landscape. He lets out another sigh, aggressively throwing his hands in the air. “God damn it, where about’s now?” he heads towards the door as you call a location to him; being left with Tucker.
“Just dying to be alone with me, huh?” he jokes, holding his hand out and admiring it with a smirk. “Should have guessed.” You roll your eyes at his remark; turning to leave the way you had arrived, hearing him chuckling from behind you. “Oh c’mon, help me out here, Y/N” you grit your teeth, and ball your fists, coming to a stop and turning back to him. “With what?”
“We’ve got to convince Church to let us have some entertainment here.” Making a face, you consider your options; risking being around Tucker may lead to you being unable to control yourself, and this was something you struggle to come to terms with.
“Tucker, I don’t think you’ll get anywhere on this. Just give up, will you? I’m not gonna help.” He chuckles again, “You’re a hard one, aren’t you?”, and you feel your stomach drop in frustration.
“I’ll give you a hard one” you mumble, beginning to walk again. He booms with laughter, picking up on the phrasing he thinks you haven’t intended. “Bow chicka bow –“ his call is cut off as you slam into him, your hands pushing hard against his shoulders; backing him against a wall as you glare. His surprise is obvious, his dreadlocks falling free of their position atop his head, swinging freely. You can feel his body burning against your palms, and you desperately try to ignore it, your eyes narrowing.
“Shut the fuck up, Tucker” you growl, “Jesus, all those stupid pick up lines and little tricks; why don’t you just ask me?” You words aren’t what he expects, his dark skin warming red across his cheeks.
“I...” he flusters, but you require little strength in holding him in place. Training as a Freelancer has offered you a strength and durability that many lack. “Tucker” you smile coyly, enjoying as he squirms, your roles reversed. “Didn’t I just tell you to shut up?” you lean in to him, standing on your tiptoes, lightly brushing your lips against his. Pulling back, you smile delicately, letting him go and moving away. His face falls, looking disappointed and stung by the space between you; but you do not leave.
“Well?” you prompt, placing your hands on your hips, watching him reach and touch his lips incredulously. “Well, what?” he repeats, stunned. You shake your head in amusement.
“If you’re not gonna ask, I guess I’ll see you around, Tucker.” You wave, and begin to make your way towards the door. He stops you, grabbing your wrist and holding it carefully. You glance at him, face cool yet heart thumping loud enough to fill your ears. “Please?”. You laugh, repositioning so that you hold his hand, guiding him back to your section of the base. Surprisingly, the building had been set up for both males and females to reside in different wings to one another; so you know that interruptions will be rare. He follows willingly, impatient with your deliberately slow and teasing pace.
“Oh, c’mon” he complains, before ducking and scooping you up into his arms, running down the hallways. “Impatient there, Tucker?” you joke, but he grimace.
“Don’t tease me, Y/N. We both need this!” he shuts the door to your bedroom, loosening his grip as so to release you. With different ideas, you wrap your arms around his neck, swinging effortlessly, chest pressed against him and legs hooked around his waist. “That’s some upper body strength” he breathes, holding you around the waist. You laugh, playing with his hair, “You don’t even know the half of it”, before kissing him deeply.
The passion within the both of you begins to roar, the desperation to be closer to each other, to be pressed harder against each other’s body overwhelming. Throwing caution into the wind, he pressed you against one of your walls, one of the many trailing rails above your head within your reach. Stretching up, you grasp onto it, holding yourself up, pulling your legs in and placing your feet square on his chest; giving him a powerful push. Toppling, he falls to the bed, and you leap beside him, straddling him as his hands roam. “Jesus, going right to the mount, huh?” you smirk, kissing along his jaw line, finding the clasp that holds his armour together; quickly releasing it so that you can slide the large plates aside, clattering them to the floor.
“Are you going to be beating me up this whole time?” he asks huskily as you nip at the skin on his neck, causing him to ache his body trying to reach you. “Maybe...” you tease, sitting up and pulling your singlet up over your head, revealing your breasts. He grins suddenly, rocketing up and knocking you back, only supporting you with a hand around your waist. As you dangle, you feel his mouth work across your nipple, tongue rolling as he kisses and sucks. You let out a faint moan, despite yourself, a smile stretching across your lips. “You know” you breathe as he massages your other breast with a thumb running circles over the sensitive skin, “for someone who doesn’t get any, you’re sure as hell good at this”. He lets out a low grumble, nipping on your nipple a little harder, causing you to break into a louder moan.
“Now, that’s just not nice,” he says, returning to your hungry lips, letting you sit back up. You shrug your shoulders, holding him to you, one hand stroking across his stomach and lingering just above his boxer line; the armour still in place. In a swift motion, you find the clasp, unlocking them so that it hangs loose, quickly removing the protective clothing from his body so that it hands at his hips. Wanting to slide it off completely, you move to do so, but his hands stops you; quickly flipping you over so that he lies on top of you, body pressed hard against your own. “Oh no you don’t” he chuckles, finding the clasp to your bottom section of armour as quickly as you had found his, releasing you from it, masterfully tugging it from your body, tossing it behind him carelessly. Leaving you with nothing more that the black protective undergarment to cover your legs, you wrap them around him, stroking his dark chest.
“Armour really isn’t the best thing for this” you comment lightly, and he laughs, kissing your collar bones, leading a trail down your chest and across your stomach, stopping above your hips. “Sure as hell make you look sexy though”, he replies, pulling off the remainder of the clothing, kissing your knees and inner thighs as he does so. You feel the passion in side of you rage as he touches you, craving more, craving for him inside of you. The need to feel him, to have him begins to rule you, and you pull yourself up, pressing him down with strength, tugging away his armour almost viciously, leaving him naked. Surprised, though pleasantly, you take hold of him, carefully moving him to your entrance; lowering. He fills you quickly, causing you to let out a soft moan to mirror his, bobbing on his slowly, working carefully to tease him. His begins to grow frustrated, and you throw caution to the wind as he throws you onto your back, re-entering you and beginning to pump; hard.
You can hear yourself calling for him, cussing his name and pulling at his hair; dragging your finger nails into his back. He breathing comes quicker as you orgasm, the release inside of you monumental and extreme. The sound of your pleasure pushes him to his limits, and he shudders and groans, looking down at you with his eyes half closed. “Jesus, Y/N” He breathes, and you smile happily, finally at peace. “If I knew all I had to do was ask, we could’ve done that a long time ago.”
