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lazypeachsoul · 3 years

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you messed with the wrong woman - y.b.

Warnings: this fic includes mentions of a creepy old man and a lot of cute girlfriend things.

Word count: 1,1k.

A/N: It's not actually a fic... it's closer to two headcanons...it's weird. But I hope you still like it 🌼 As always this was requested by and it's dedicated to @teenwonder and it's based on @imnotusedtobeingloved 's character scenario alphabet

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a - apple of my eyes. (when do they feel the need to be protective over their s/o and how do they express it?)

Being in a relationship with one of the best spies in the world was not what one would consider the safest. And somehow the constant threat of enemy attacks didn’t feel as threatening as other situations.

Nothing would stop Yelena from feeling protective of you when she could sense you were uncomfortable. Like at the grocery store when a creepy old man wouldn’t stop looking at you two.

“Can you remind me why we are here?” The woman’s voice was loud enough to be heard over the noises of the store but not to shift the attention to the couple.

“Because we need to eat, angel.” The response was short and lighthearted, but before Yelena could respond with her quick wits, you spoke again. “Real food, Lena. Not takeout, not pasta everyday...”

“But you love the pasta that I make!” Yelena’s voice rose, making people look at her funny.

“I do… but we need to eat vegetables and fruit and...rambutan?” You tried to reason holding the plastic tray filled with the pink and green fruit, something that was not helping your case to make fruit more appealing. Why was it hairy?

“Okay, rambutan...do you think it will taste good with ice cream?” Yelena joked, grabbing the tray from your hand and placing it in the shopping cart while trying to ignore your unamused look.

Life with Yelena was great, but with your work taking a lot of your time and her missions and secret things, domestic moments were not that common. Melina and Natasha had already talked your ear off about taking care, eating healthy and whatever. But you had taken to listening to Alexei who tried to say you are young and should just live your life.

Walking through the store trying to find ingredients for the meals you would try, and probably fail, to make should have remained an easy activity but you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. Getting closer to Yelena she didn’t seem too surprised at your actions. Or at least until she saw the uneasiness on your face.

“Something wrong, malishka?” Listening to her soft tone should have calmed you down but you still had that same feeling.

“I think someone is looking at us, and not in a good way.”

Yelena looked around but the aisle full of cleaning supplies seemed to be almost empty, except for an older man looking at the floor cleaning products. She put her arm around your waist, trying to pull you closer when she caught the man moving to look in your direction. She wouldn’t have thought anything of it if it wasn’t because she saw him pull out his phone and tried to take a picture.

With a rapid movement she had pulled you behind her and moved the shopping cart aside, now standing fully squared up in front of the man. He looked almost excited to have caught the attention of your girlfriend until his eyes reached her face and he seemed to turn pale.

If he had only known he had messed with the wrong woman today.

She also felt protective of you after she received a threat to her loved ones during a mission. From that moment she knew she had to teach you how to defend yourself in case any of those useless threats became real. And she also knew she had to teach you how to hide, just in case the threat was too large, until she could come help you.

Countless afternoons were spent in the gym trying to learn basic self defense, only to turn into just play fighting to end up pressed against each other on the mat. Finally having to be trained by Natasha and away from Yelena to avoid distractions.

Yelena wasn’t completely on board with letting you train at the Avengers compound because she feared that any image of you entering the building would only put a bigger bullseye on your back. And she was probably right.

So now you were in god knows what part of Hell’s kitchen, in a hidden old gym that Natasha had somehow found, how you didn’t dare to ask. Everything smelled of sweat and rubber, but somehow the smell didn’t bother you as much as Natasha’s smirk when she lifted her fists in front of her.

You had tried to fight her but those damn girls were trained in the Red Room, there was no way you could compete with that. So when you tried to attack first and were quickly thrown to the mat, you could do nothing but groan in frustration and pain.

“That’s all you can do? You would be dead before you could attack them.” Natasha all but growled while pushing you further into the mat, making you let out a sound of pain.

“Natalia, stop.”

That tone couldn’t mean anything good. For as long as you had known Yelena you had never seen her speak in that voice, deeper and full of authority.

“You wanted me to train her and I will.”

“I asked you to train her, not hurt her. She’s not your pupil, she’s my girlfriend.” She spoke while moving closer to her sister and you in the centre of the ring. “And I will not hesitate to fight you if you hurt her again, I promise.”

Yelena extended her arm in your direction and you wrapped your hand around her forearm, using the strength left in your overworked arms to hoist yourself up. You shook your shoulders trying to relieve the stiffness and checked your hands to correct the bandages that had moved during the fight.

“Are you okay? You might need some painkillers tomorrow if you are sore…”

“Don’t worry Lena, I’m okay.” You placed your hand in her cheek trying to move her attention from your bruised hands. “That was really hot you know?”

She smiled, what seemed like a soft blush covering her cheeks, and moved to place a soft kiss against your lips. You tried to wrap your arms around her neck but were stopped by another voice you had almost forgotten was present.

“Training. That’s what we’re here for. I get it, you are very in love but knowing you two I’m going to stop it here before it escalates.”

Yeah, Yelena was a very protective girlfriend and It probably was in her nature trying to protect the one person she would never want to see hurt. But that didn’t mean you were any less protective of her. Because nobody could mess with your angel.

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burningupp-replies · 3 years

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That day, the JD was pretty busy. Both you and Zuko were running around like crazy people, fulfilling orders and cleaning up after guests. It was stressful, yes, but holy shit you guys worked so well together! As you took the orders, Zuko would listen with half an ear. The drinks and pastries would be all set on a tray as soon as they were needed, where you would then trade his full tray for your tray full with dirty dishes, which were then handed to Azula who was on dish duty for the day.

Everything was running like a well-oiled machine; Azula let you know as much with some comments during the day. Those comments were hard to describe... They felt almost snide, but you could tell she was at least trying to be genuine, so you just smiled back at her and were your general cheery self.

When things started winding down, and Azula's shift ended, you and Zuko shared a few conversations when nothing else needed to be done. You were exhausted after the first six hours of your eight hour shift were a constant rush, but the conversations shared with him somehow made it all worth it.

"So obviously, I had to let her know she was being a nutcase, but I had to be nice even if she was a witch," you rambled on, talking about an earlier customer who could probably be described as a Karen.

"As you do," Zuko teased, and you swatted his arm.

"Yes, sometimes you do! Stop making fun of me," you whined, pouting at him. Zuko went quiet for a little, just staring at you, so you stopped pouting and huffed. "Anyway, I kindly let her know that even if I wanted to provide her with a fresh smoothie with grapefruit, we didn't have grapefruit. And even if we did, we don't have a blender or an actual recipe to satisfy her needs, and the smoothie shop down the freaking road would probably happily serve her a smoothie containing grapefruit. And then, can you guess what she did? "

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Ask to talk to the manager?"

"YES! The nerve of some people, I'm just so tired. So then I sent her to talk to Azula," you finished, smirking.

At this, Zuko burst out laughing. You grinned, because you didn't think anything in the world was as beautiful as this boy laughing. He wasn't one to laugh for the sake of laughing, so when he did, you knew it was genuine.

There were many little things like that which you had picked up on during the past month working at the Jasmine Dragon. He was extremely punctual, but was fairly forgiving of others. He liked routine and order, but didn't get upset with chaos as long as he could have his own neat little bubble. He didn't mind cleaning up after others; in fact, he preferred it. And above all, he was kind.

The afternoon started bleeding into evening, and you discussed everything under the sun, from your love of everything cute and fluffy to you recommending a sleepy time tea for his insomnia. You had a pack with you, and offered him a bag. He smiled cutely, and you felt your heart melt a little. Damn it.

~*~

As soon as you guys closed the shop after the last customer, you could leave. The evening had been really slow, surprisingly, and everything that would normally need to get done after closing was already taken care of. So you both grabbed your things and went to Zuko's car. It was fairly cold outside so late in the evening, and you tried to suppress your shivers so he wouldn't see. Of course, though, he did.

"You okay?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a big contrast to the heat when working with tea," you joked, and he chuckled.

"I suppose," he hummed as he turned the heat up in the car.

Some soft music played in the background the entire ride back, but honestly, you couldn't even tell what it was - you were nervous. And it didn't help that he folded up his sleeves to his elbows while driving, because damn; that did things to you.

Once you pulled over to park and go inside, he handed you his hoodie, no questions asked. You took it reluctantly, but pulled it on anyway. It smelled like him - firewood and something so warm and sweet, you couldn't describe it.

"So, this is my place. It's not much, but I don't need much," Zuko introduced once you came in through the door.

It was a modern apartment - everything was black and white, with a few paintings here and there. It was fairly small, seemed like a one bedroom apartment, but it was still nicer than anything you could even hope for in the near future.

"It's really nice, Zuzu, I like it," you replied, beaming a smile up at him. He smiled back. "So I brought a change of clothes, and figured that maybe I could use your bathroom to change?" you asked after a few moments of silence.

"Y-yes, of course," he stammered, and showed you to a bathroom.

You thanked him, and went to change. It wasn't anything extraordinary, you were only watching a movie after all, but you hadn't exactly brought your worst chill-at-home clothes. A pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and you decided to put on Zuko's hoodie again - you hoped he wouldn't mind.

When you were done changing you brushed your hair, putting it in a messy bun on top of your head, before heading back out into the living room/kitchen. The apartment was open plan, after all.

"Alright, so I don't own the movie, but I did bring my laptop and my Disney+ account, so I figured it would do," you joked, and Zuko turned around with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And then he froze.

It was quiet for a few beats. You took the time to appreciate the man in those damn grey sweats again, and a normal t-shirt. Spirits, did he make everything look good?

After a moment he blinked a few times, then shook his head so slightly you could have missed it; but of course you didn't, because you were very observant when it came to this man.

"Uhm, sure. Sounds good," he replied once he gathered his thoughts, and you suddenly struck by a realization.

"Oh sorry, I should have asked if I could use this," you mumbled, gesturing at the hoodie adorning your body while blushing a little. "I can take it off if you-"

"NO!" Zuko almost shouted, and you jumped a little. He cleared his throat. "No, it's fine."

You smiled shyly before unpacking your laptop and setting up the movie, sitting down on the couch. Zuko joined you soon after, and seeing as you were watching on a laptop, you had to scooch in pretty close. At first you blushed, asking if it was okay, to which he just nodded, and then you fell into silence while watching the movie.

Halfway through, your head hit his shoulder, as you were getting pretty tired. He stiffened at first, but then he relaxed even more, and you stayed like that. He leaned his head on top of yours and you sighed, eyes drooping more and more. Before falling asleep, you registered a deep hum of contentment combined with strong arms wrapping around you tightly, squeezing you a little.

TEAMWORK | part 7

A/N: i decided to write this movie night, too! i hope you guys like my "actual" writing too, not just the texts :p also, i'm almost at 40 followers which??? crazy??? thank you all! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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inglourious-imagines · 4 years

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We're Never Coming Back (George Luz)

Summary: Having a deep conversation with George Luz in Berchtesgaden.

Author's Note: It's just something I had to put off my chest. Thank you for reading.

Taglist: @alienoresimagines

The sun was almost touching the top of the mountains. Sunlight was dancing on the green meadows filled with flowers of all kinds. The wind intertwined between the tree branches and was bringing a smell of peace and freedom. Birds had stopped singing for the day and everything was silent.

"What are you gonna do after this?" George Luz's voice caressed her soul. "Probably have dinner. I haven't eaten since 2 in the afternoon." Y/N answered and lay down on the soft grass. "God no," George chuckled, "I mean after war."

She closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh air. So many things were on her mind. "I don't know." she whispered, "but I'm afraid, George. I'm afraid of coming home."

"I know, Y/N, I know. Me too. No one will understand."

"Exactly. People will never know what we had to go through in order to win this freaking war. They will never truly know how it felt when we jumped out of an airplane above Normandy. They will never know what we did in Bastogne."

"That's why we have each other, Y/N."

"Yes, but that's not what I mean and you know it."

Silence fell on them again as they watched the sun go down.

"Why did you join the paratroopers anyway, Y/N? You never told us and Sobel didn't really dare to ask you either." George smiled warmly and cup her cheek. She let out a quiet laugh and George thought he'd never heard something so beautiful and full of sparkle.

"Every day, some men from my town would leave for war and I watched them go every single time. Then I had a perfect dinner, warm shower and a proper bed was prepared for me. That was the moment when it hit me. I just wasn't able to live with the fact that there are people fighting and dying for a country I live in while I sit on my ass, not worrying about a thing in the world. I had to go. I needed to go and I wanted to go. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't do anything to stand up for my country when she needed it the most."

George thought about her words for some time and he began to wonder how the hell a girl like her ended up like this. She was full of love and bravery but also pain and hurt that will never end. She was marked for the rest of her life. She chose to give her youth away for a cause that was much greater than her.

Y/N will wake up for the rest of her life in the middle of every night, screaming for Muck, Penkala, Julian or even young Miller sometimes, sweating and hiding her head in her hands from invisible bombs. She will be in Bastogne all over again and those nightmares, those returning memories, will never go away. She will never forget.

"At least war gave us something positive, George." she noted quietly and took his hand in hers. He looked at her in disbelief and wondered how on the earth could she be so damn optimistic.

"War gave me you. War gave me Easy Company. You are the bravest, finest and kindest men I have ever had the chance to meet. We're more than friends, more than family, more than lovers. We have something between us that will be forever unknown to civilians. A bond that can't ever be broken because it's built on ultimate trust and faith. We walked through hell together, George and we will never be the same again. There is nothing that can save us. We will question everything we do in the future, we will pause during hot showers and wonder how the hell did we deserve this. We will stop in the middle of a supper and remember the time in Bastogne where the only comfort was your freezing foxhole. We will break during a beautiful sunny day, think how good it is to be alive and then recall our fallen best friends. The war will still be here, George and it will never go away but we will learn how to live with it. We will learn how to fight it. Like we did in Toccoa."

A single tear slipped down her cheek and George wiped it away with his thumb. He was lost for words. He wanted to do everything that was in his power to save this woman in front if him. And yet, he couldn't do anything but stand beside her and give her everything that was left in him.

"We ain't never coming back, George. You know that. A soldier never comes home from war, not really."

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