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ilovecrzybear · 5 years

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There You Are- Ash Williams x Reader

[Warnings: Smut, ABO dynamics]

Shopping wasn't exactly where you expected to come upon a battle of three people with weapons and two undead creatures cursing like it was casual, but here you were caught in the thick of it.

Your claws grew instinctively as danger approached your isle in the store. But there was a distinct scent that overpowered your nose; it smelt like a woodsy leather musk. It was an alpha.

Fuck.

"Pablo!" Ash called out to his friend who had the shotgun.

"Ash catch!" Pablo threw the gun across a display of chips. Ash swiftly grabbed it to give the final head blow on the deadite. He loaded his gun and caught the whiff of a soothing lavender smell. Under his breath he uttered, "There you are."

Ash rushed over to help Kelly and Pablo deal with their speedy deadite.

"Come here bastard!" Kelly yelled ready to swing a baseball bat.

"Aw poor Kelly can't keep up, well boo fucking h-" before the deadite could finish Ash had blew its head clean off.

"Less talkie, more action," Ash teased Kelly who gave a sigh of relief. Ash holstered his shotgun, "If you guys will excuse me for a minute I have a scent to track."

"A fucking what?" Kelly called out confusingly.

You could hear the alpha getting closer; you wanted to move with all your might but you were paralyzed with the curiosity. No one's scent has ever stuck out to you like his.

"Hello babydoll," he cooed, "I'm sorry about that mess. But you can put those daggers back," he noticed your claws.

"Oh sorry," you nervously giggled retracting your claws. An alpha knew better to approach an omega who felt threatened.

"The name's Ash. Your's?" Ash asked as he slowly sauntered over to you.

"I'm Y/N. You're an alpha, aren't you?" You questioned. Ash chuckled and winked, "You got that right baby, the only one around. You're not used to seeing other were’s are you?"

You nodded, "yea, we're rare here in a small town." As you spoke you felt a rise in your temperature, he was right in front of you and his musk was driving you up the wall. You hoped the inevitable wouldn’t happen.

Mate.

"Tell you what, instead of staying in this dump of a town you can come with us. Pablo and Kelly aren't like us but it's never been an issue so far," Ash gave a cocky grin and motioned with his metal hand for you to join them. You had a lot of questions running through your mind but he was right, he had been the only werewolf to come through ever since you moved here. And you always wanted the safety of a traveling pack.

"Well, I like trying new things," you claimed and you took Ash's lead out of the market. Walking past the blood splattered displays you felt a twinge of instinct tell you it was fine to trust the alpha, he could protect his family.

You walked up to the Delta with a metal airstream trailer attached.

"This here is baby," Ash tapped the roof of the dirty Oldsmobile and walked over to tap the trailer, "And here is my home on wheels. Want a drink? Or maybe even a joint if alcohol isn't your thing."

"I could definitely go for either right now," you answered following him yet again. You felt like a lost puppy.

Ash quickly knocked on the trailer’s door and Kelly welcomed you both, "Ah, nice to see you back Ash and now what, you've dragged an innocent along."

A low growl rumbled from Ash as he walked past Kelly to grab a whiskey glass. You nervously smirked in response and sat down . Pablo silently laughed, "Jefe is pissed."

"C'mon Pablo we're going to leave these two kids at it," Kelly grabbed her jacket and Pablo's arm and left.

As soon as the two left you couldn't hide what was really happening, "Is it hot in here or is it just me?" You sounded panicky. Ash pulled you over to his bed and grabbed a glass of water, "This is what I was afraid was gonna happen doll."

This is all my fau-" before you could finish Ash interrupted, "Nothing's your fault. It's the fact that you're rarely around wolves, so me being there sent you into a heat. And well it's going to cause me-" Ash walked away from the bed, "I'll go in a rut. But it can be prevented if I just left. I don’t want to pull you into something you don’t want to be committed to," Ash said as he already felt the need to adjust his pants.

"Whatever you do, please don't leave me. This is all happening so fast," you groaned, "do you have any suppressants?"

"Oh no baby, I don't let chemicals alter what nature intended to happen," he sounded proud of the fact. You've never had to worry about being induced into a heat until now, so you never ritually took any pills. And your yearly heats were bearable with toys.

Ash stepped back to the bed, "Anything for you baby. Now before anything freaky happens, how about we smoke."

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You awoke the next morning to see no Ash, in fact no one was in the trailer. And that in between that time you had gathered up Ash’s shirts, pants, and blankets to rearrange them into your perfect idea of a round nest. You’ve wished that this day would come, that you would get to handle an alpha’s belongings and share his bed. It felt right, meeting Ash out of the blue, you played with the imagination that he was your one and only.

You were startled up from bed when you heard angry yelling outside; it sounded a lot like Ash. Hearing his voice gave you the familiar twinge of arousal. Ash opened the door quickly and slammed it behind him. “Oh you’re up, here let me make you something to eat,” He panted.

“What was that about?” You asked

“Oh, nothing babycakes,” He said so casually like the yelling match didn’t happen.

“Ok Ash, but we need our stuff,” Kelly pleaded, as she banged on the door. “She’s right jefe,” Pablo was heard agreeing. “Just because you’re not telling us what’s happening-” Kelly was silenced when Ash yelled, “I’ll give your crap back in a while alright. I’d be fucking ecstatic if you both left right now it's not the best time.” He was met with sighs and the two sounded like they took their leave.

Ash brought over a Poptart slightly warmed for you and offered a bottle of heat suppressants. You took the Poptart but looked into Ash’s brown eyes, “I’m not taking those. I’m fine.”

“Doll please think about this, nobody needs to be with me, a big nobody who jump started the apocalypse. You have so many opportunities out there and killing deadites is not one of them,” Ash’s mood changed in an instance to angry to depressing and the only explanation was the big chemical imbalance that happened rapidly.

“No,” you placed your hand on his chest to assure him, “I think I’m right where I need to be. Maybe your-”

“No, no, no baby I’m not cut out to be anyone’s person of choice but I can’t deny the connection we had last night,” Ash grabbed your hand, “It’s been a long time since I felt like this. Just a little rusty. But you’re completely ok with us both, ya know?”

“I think it’s fate,” you gave a flirtatious smirk. A switch flipped in his mind; Ash’s feral growl awoke your wolf and before you knew it he was on top of you.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for you little ‘mega,” Ash unbuttoned his shirt in a daze, and leaned down to kiss your neck, “I’m going to make you all mine, you’d like that?”

At this point your body was in bliss, “Yes alpha, please.”

Mine. Mate. Claim. Soft.

Ash’s mind raced with the primal voice and need to claim. Unbuckling his pants, you took the opportunity to strip away your shirt, giving full access to your scent glands. “You know,” Ash whispered, “I wanted to ravage you right there in the store. Bending you over and making you scream for more.” Your body could no longer wait so you moved out from under his grasp and stripped the rest of your clothing. You positioned yourself on your fours in front of the alpha and cooed for pleasure.

"Right to the point, I like that about you babydoll," Ash took a handful of your ass and circled your slick entrance with his head, "all mine." An involuntary moan escaped your lips and you pressed back into him to slowly take his cock.

Ash gave a whimper at the sudden pleasure, "Not one for talk are ya?" He plunged the rest of himself into you and started slowly thrusting, allowing time for you to adjust.

Before you knew it, he pulled out and pulled your body upright against his, "You've made a nice nest for us. I've been ready to do this the moment I smelled your calming aroma, my day, hell my whole year had been nothing but crap, but seeing you changed it all in a second," all the while he spoke his metal fingers traced the area on your shoulder where he was to cement the bond.

"I thought all those years ago when I was cursed by that Kandarian demon to live the rest of my mortal life as a lycan, my life would turn to shit. But damn it, you're the best thing to happen so far," Ash kissed your neck before whispering, "forgive me if this hurts." A sharp sting followed by a pleasurable heat radiated from the bite; the sensation was almost enough to make you climax.

You were pushed back down and Ash led himself back into you to finish. Loud moans, primal growls and howls could be heard clearly on the outside of the airstream, but neither one of you cared at that point. This was more important.

Each rocking thrust you could feel the girth's base swell, the fun was about to be over. A guttural moan came from Ash before the knot popped. As you felt the increasing fullness, your orgasm flooded your body, and you gave one final cry of release before settling down.

Two minutes later the knot unties you both. "Woah, so that happened," Ash smirked as he brought you closer. "It's official," you giddily whispered feeling the sensitive area with your finger tips. "I wouldn't want it any other way babydoll," Ash whispered.

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fierypen37 · 6 years

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The Oasis: Chapter 7

Another chapter up!

Oh gods. Daenerys bit her lower lip, her heartbeat thudding against her ribs. Jon, poised over her, flushed and tousled and sexy . . . oh gods. A scratch and canine whine at the door popped their bubble. Jon froze, dark eyes flying wide.

“Shit. Ghost!” he said. Reddened lips formed a rueful smile. His fingers raked through his mussed black curls in what she realized was an endearing tick.

“We overslept. It’s been an eternity since he’s been out. I got to take care of him really quick. I’m sorry to break the mood.”

Daenerys murmured something consoling, hiding her disappointment. The build-up was getting a little ridiculous. Jon pecked a kiss on the back of her hand, like a courtier, before slipping from bed. He folded the pistol into her hands, all levity gone.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes, tops, but in the off chance there’s a bad guy, just point and shoot. The safety’s off. Be sure to keep your wrist locked for the kick,” Jon said, his face serious and scowling. Daenerys gulped. The bright, vivid feeling she woke up with drained away. The world outside was fanged and hungry, waiting to rend her to pieces. When Jon was close, all else was forgotten. Jon noticed the shift and pecked a kiss on her lips.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’ll be back in a flash.”

Jon wedged open the door, warding off Ghost’s excited circling with a knee.

“Down, you lout! C’mon we’re going!”

The front door slammed shut behind him with a reassuring clonk of the deadbolt. Daenerys rolled over, burying her face in Jon’s pillow. Mm, that deep masculine smell with a tang of woodsy aftershave. It steadied her. The service pistol was heavier than she thought it would be, cold and reassuring in her hands. Rolling out of bed, she hurried to the bathroom. Simple things like combing her hair and brushing her teeth made her feel normal.

The central air hummed, the walls creaked and settled. Warm wedges of sunlight poured in from the windows. Gods, had she ever slept this late in her life? She tiptoed through his apartment, eager to soak up hints about him. Crushing like a teenager. Tidy, almost utilitarian. No wall art or decorations. The kitchen was clean, for a guy’s place, a couple dishes soaking in the sink. Daenerys put the battered kettle on for tea. The tea tin on the counter was a full-bodied variety from the Summer Islands. The living room was sparsely furnished with a comfy suede couch and an older model flatscreen. The end tables, desk, and tea table were made by hand, she noticed the loving detail in the carving and polish. He said he worked construction. But he seemed to have a particular talent as a woodworker.

A framed picture showed Jon with his arm around a slender dark-haired girl. His sister Arya, if she could guess. Both had the same wide, square-toothed smile. Behind them was the windswept coniferous beauty of the North district. Maybe Winterfell, where he grew up. A flat buzz and generic droning startled her. Daenerys blinked at the square flip phone Jory bought her. The only ones who had this number were her security team and her brother. Daenerys flicked it open and stabbed TALK.

“Hello?”

“Daenerys? What happened?” Her joints turned to water at the sound of Vis’s familiar, querulous voice.

“Vis, thank the gods. Barry said he talked--”

“Yes, yes, Selmy filled me in on the attack. Working with undesirables always leads to this. I’ve always told you nothing profitable will come of it, but you insisted. Such disgusting underworld tactics. Brutes. What happened with Daario?” Daenerys took a steadying breath. She paced the length of Jon’s living room, the worn carpet tickling the soles of her feet. Barry’s pistol felt heavy in her hand.

“Um, we broke up.”

“You can’t be serious, Daenerys! Stormcrow is our foremost partner! I’m on the jet right now, flying home. Our stocks dipped three points this morning.” Her stomach plummeted. He went to the press, that spiteful worm! Gods, she could see it already, her face plastered on every tabloid. A CEO dumped, the icy Dragon Queen spurned. All that sexist shit she loathed.

“That’s barely a dip. We’ll be fine. Give it a news cycle, people will get over it,” she said soothingly. Dragon was safe in Tyrion’s hands. His spin team was unrivaled.

“No, you’re going to patch things up with Daario. Now!” The beginnings of anger blew on all those convoluted betrayed embers from the night before. The dragon pin she bought Daario for an anniversary present gleaming on his lapel. Daario’s handsome face slack in bliss. Jeyne’s black pencil skirt rucked up--

“He was cheating on me, Viserys. I caught him, red-handed. I’m not going back.”

“You will or I’ll--” There it was: Vis’s forte of bluster and threats. When that didn’t work, cruel words or blows, when he was drunk enough.

“I. Am. Not. Going. Back,” she hissed. The phone was silent save for Vis’s sawing breathing for a long while. Daenerys humored him because he was her only family and he had sacrificed a great deal to give her an education, but he had nothing to stand on when it came down to it. She was Dragon’s CEO and controlling interest on the board.

“Where are you? Maybe once we can have a civilized conversation in person, you’ll be more reasonable,” Vis said sulkily.

“I’m staying at a friend’s. Call me at this number when you land,” Daenerys said, snapping the phone shut before he could get another word in. Sweat dewed on her face, her pulse loud in her ears. Vis’s bullying had been played out when she was ten and Mother was dying, but it never failed to get under her skin.

In the kitchen, the kettle warbled. Daenerys moved it off the burner and added the tea in two neat scoops, setting it aside to steep. A breath of tea-scented air calmed her. Motes of dust lazed in a sunbeam. The phone rang again.

“Hello?”

“Hello? May I speak to Daenerys Targaryen?” the voice held a thick Flea Bottom accent, but was cautiously friendly. He stumbled a bit over her impossible Valyrian name.

“Who may I ask is calling?”

“This is Detective Davos Seaworth with the City Watch. I’ve been assigned to your case.” Her shoulders relaxed. Daenerys resumed her pacing, albeit a bit slower. It was a strange tick of hers, but she could never sit still on the phone.

“This is Daenerys, how can I help you, Detective?”

“Yes, m’lady, erm, there is no easy way to say this, but when the goldcoats arrived at the scene of the assault, the suspect had fled.”

“What?” Daenerys asked, clutching the phone tight in one hand, the pistol in the other.

“The suspect fled the scene,” the detective repeated, “The officers recovered your cellphone and wallet. The crime techs found evidence of the suspect’s DNA as well as yours and a third party--”

“Yes, Jon Snow. He’s a friend. How . . . how is possible he fled? The attacker was knocked out cold.” The hand holding the phone shook.

“In your statement, you mentioned the suspect was affiliated with some sort of a group?”

“The Harpy Triumvirate, yes. They’ve been sending me death threats.” Good. Her voice was still steady.

“Are you in safe place, m’lady?” Daenerys cast a glance around Jon’s apartment. Though unfamiliar, it felt warm and sturdy, much like Jon himself. The gun had an encouraging heft in her hand.

“Yes,” she said.

“A video message was found on your laptop, apparently from this Triumvirate.”

Hot and cold washed over her in sickening waves. The threats had always been repetitive, obnoxious, poorly spelled. It led her to believe that no matter how widespread, the harpies were petty thugs. They never sent a media file. Even a hint of sophistication was enough to rattle her at this point.

“Send it to me.”

“M’lady, I don’t think--”

“Send it to me.”

“It’s . . . disturbing.” Her stomach lurched.

“I understand,” she said.

“Maybe you could give us your insights. If you recognize anything. Watch at your own discretion. I’ll be in touch,” Seaworth said gently. Daenerys traded information with the detective and hung up. A moment later, the phone pinged with a media file. Daenerys swallowed hard and pressed PLAY.

The playback was grainy, glitchy, on the minuscule screen. Through the blaring of the speaker processing, Daenerys made out the familiar walls of her apartment. A block of ice congealed in her belly, the cold creeping up her chest, her throat. The apartment was destroyed, much like she’d last seen it. But on the bed . . . Fine hairs rose on the back of her neck. On the bed was the body of a woman. Something about the positioning, her shredded clothing, the dark stain on the bedding . . . oh gods, they’d raped her.

Gagged and snuffling, tears leaking from green eyes. Her hair was silver-blond, like Dany’s own. Nausea roiled in her belly. Disembodied black-gloved hands hovered over the stubby ponytail, gave it a sharp yank. Her yelp was muffled. The duct tape covering her mouth had ‘Daenerys’ written in crude black lettering. A knife appeared in the intruder’s grip, its silver point tracing the woman’s throat. Hopping against the hammer-beat of the woman’s pulse.

“Once King Joffery shed a tear/From a woman’s smile spread ear to ear/The bleeding smile all will fear . . .” the sing-songy rhyme sang in a rough, accented voice. The video cut out as the knife bit in and the woman began to scream.

The string between he and Dany was stretched taut. He could feel it somewhere between his shoulder blades. An itch. Ghost seemed to sense his urgency and finished his business in the empty lot two blocks down without complaint. Jon peered up the street toward Visenya’s Hill and The Oasis. His old glasses felt too heavy on his ears. The heavy black frames pinched the bridge of his nose. The goldcoats had been patrolling thicker, he noticed. Good.

The air was cool after the drenching storm, but the sun shone warm on his shoulders. More clouds brewed out toward the Blackwater, a tang of ozone in the air. Jon dragged in the scent of wet pavement, the greasy food from the pub down the street, and the brine blowing in from the sea. The street felt quiet and industrious.

Jon tried not to think about the half-naked woman in his apartment, or her clearly expressed wishes to fuck him. It made his mouth water, just to think about it.

“Come on, Ghost! Let’s go home,” Jon said, picking up the pace.

Jon scanned his building with fresh eyes. The keypad at the lobby was a good start, but anyone could buzz anyone else in: takeout guy, friend of a friend, whatever. Anonymity was their best protection, fifteen floors of apartments to comb through. That plus the one hundred fifty-pound dog, thirty rounds of ammunition, and Jon himself. Enough for a scumbag ex, but a multinational evil crime syndicate? Gods help him.

Jon and Ghost clattered up the stairs to his floor. Sam met him on landing. Relief lightened his face.

“Jon! I’m so glad you’re ok! Gilly and I were calling you all night!” Sam grabbed him an awkward one-armed hug.

“Sorry, Sam. I had a rough night after work. A friend called needing help and my phone took a dunk in a puddle,” Jon said, with an abashed smile.

“Oh my. Is everything all right?” Sam asked. Jon shrugged, feeling uncomfortable and underdressed in his sweats.

“It will be. I better get in and check on her.”

“Oh, she’s staying with you?” Sam said in a stage-whisper. Jon nodded.

“I’ll leave you to it, then! Give her my best. I’m on my way to pick up Little Sam from school.”

“See you later. Give Little Sam a hug for me.”

Jon rapped softly on the door, then twisted the key in the lock. Ghost shoved the door open with his nose, shaggy tail wagging madly.

“Jon?” Dany’s water-logged voice sent adrenaline singing through him. Jon slammed the door shut and twisted the lock. In a flash, the door was barricaded and Jon cast a frantic glance around.

“Dany?” He heard the sharp note of fear in his own voice, but couldn’t help it.

The living room was empty, the homey scent of tea wafted from the kitchen. Ghost was way ahead of him, padding across the carpet and jumping up on the bed to slobber Dany. Jon elbowed the dog out of the way, scrubbing his fuzzy ears in apology. Huddled in the bed, Daenerys looked at him with haunted, tear-stained eyes. His mouth dry as dust, Jon knelt beside her. The look on her face gave his heart a sharp twist. He scanned her, searching for injuries.

“What is it? What happened?” He plucked the gun up and set it on the bedside table. Dany dragged him close, nestling into him as if he were her lighthouse in the storm. Reflexively, he hugged her. Tight, protective. The combat energy still hammered away inside him, and seeing her cry made him want to kill something.

“They killed her! They killed her because of me!” Oh gods. His face went numb. His gut clenched.

“Who? What happened?”

Daenerys sobered with some effort, sucking in shaky, whistling breaths. Peeling back to look at him, her eyes shut briefly. Tears flashed down unchecked in silver streaks. Jon petted her cheeks, smoothing away the tears. It hurt to see them.

“A detective from the Watch called. The guy who attacked us was gone by the time they got there.” Jon frowned.

“How is that possible? The only way he was getting up was on a stretcher. You’ve got a wicked right cross, if I remember right,” Jon said. The feeble joke did its job; she gave him a little travesty of a smile.

“He got away somehow. They . . . they left a message on my laptop. Of . . . oh gods. They . . . they raped and killed a woman with my coloring in my apartment. An innocent woman is dead because of me.”

“Shit,” Jon said. There weren’t words for that. The mind boggled. Sick bastards. Jon’s fists clenched, fingernails digging into his palms. Pain helped contain this gushing well of feeling.

“Did . . . did the goldcoats find her there?” he asked. Horror upon horrors. I’d burn the bed and move to a different city if I were her. Dany shook her head.

“No. They covered their tracks.”

“I’m sorry, Dany,” Jon said, because he couldn’t think of anything else.

Jon wrapped his arms around her as the storm of tears blew through her. He rubbed her back, petted her hair, crooning nonsense, feeling like a useless lump. Dany breathed a harsh, heart-breaking little sigh, leaning into his touch like a kitten. After a time, her reddened eyes met his.

The kiss bloomed fully-formed. He tasted the salt of her tears and the sweetness of her beneath. Joy and pain. Jon stayed perfectly still as she kissed him, though everything inside surged toward her in answer to the unspoken question. Yes. Yes, I’m here. Yes, I’m yours.

“Jon, make love to me.”

#jonerys #snowstorm #fp37fic #The Oasis #Masseur!Jon #CEO!Daenerys #don't throw things

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biluata · 7 years

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Let Me Curl Up Next to Your Fire - Quakerider One-shot

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Request #7: Daisy slowly appropriates Robbie as her personal space heater

Fluff. Pure Fluff. Mushy Feelings. But, yeah, Fluff.

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It started the night of their first date …

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“Wow, so is this where you take all the girls on a first date?” Daisy asked, shutting her door to the Charger before walking a few steps closer to the cliff’s edge.

After treating her to dinner at a local East L.A. food truck, Robbie had insisted on showing her something outside the city. They drove for what honestly seemed like forever down small streets then up hillside roads until Robbie pulled them off on to a dark dirt trail. Just when Daisy had been beginning to think this was all some grand ruse so he could murder her and no one would find her body (she honestly needed to stop watching horror movies on Netflix with FitzSimmons), the dark hills had given way to a shimmering cliffside that Robbie had ended up parking his car facing away from.

Daisy peered out over the steep edge and her shrimp taco from earlier squirmed uneasily in her stomach. Thousands of feet below her sat all of Los Angeles in all its glory. It was a chaotic marvel of colors and lights, but from way up here, with only the sounds of chirping crickets and rustling foliage, it was actually kind of peaceful. As if the whole cityscape were like the twinkling stars they outshone up above. She never imagined such a grungy, old city could look so beautiful.

“Nah,” Robbie admitted as he walked up next to her. “Just the ones who are special to me.”

Her stomach did somersaults, but this time it wasn’t because of height vertigo. “Gee, Reyes,” Daisy muttered as heat began to fill her cheeks. “You better watch yourself. Almost sounds like Mr. Broody McBadass cares.”

Robbie laughed and Daisy hated the way her heart grew all warm and fuzzy because of it. He hopped himself up to sit down on the trunk of his Charger then offered her a hand. She accepted it and tried to ignore the fiery tingles of energy that zapped between their closed hands as he helped her sit beside him.

“So, how do you know about this place?” Daisy asked as she shuffled to get more comfortable on the cool, hard metal. It was kind of hard when every inch of her body was so keenly aware of Robbie being so close to her.

Robbie was silent a moment, his eyebrows knitted tight together as he opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. Did she say something wrong? Daisy bit her lip, wondering if she should start talking about something else when the words slowly started to tumble out of his mouth.

“Eli and I happened to find it one day.”

Oh, she thought. No wonder he didn’t want to tell her right away. Ever since the events of Los Angeles when he had disappeared, Robbie never spoke of his uncle, at least while she was present. It must have been so hard for him to learn about Eli’s true nature, to feel that bitter sting of betrayal rip through his heart. It reminded her of what she went through with her mother, a touchy subject even to this day. Wow, Daisy, great way to bring the mood down.

“I’m sorry I–”

“Don’t. It’s fine, really. Eli and I found this place when he was teaching me how to drive. I took a couple wrong turns and we somehow ended up here. Tío almost lost his shit when he saw how close we were to driving off a cliff.” Robbie chuckled softly, but the humor didn’t reach his eyes. “After that, I would sometimes come out her at night just to get away from it all. To gather my thoughts and try to put things into perspective.”

“Well, it’s … It’s really beautiful up here,” Daisy admitted, knitting her fingers together. “Thanks for bringing me.”

Robbie’s gaze flicked over to her and a tenderness glowed in his eyes as he smiled this time. “I’m glad I could show it to you.”

They both turned back towards the scene below and sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the lights shimmer. Daisy inhaled a deep breath and slowly let it out. Robbie was right. This place was so peaceful, she could see herself spending hours here meditating and just mulling over all the stress and problems of her day. Man, if she only knew about this place when she first came to Los Angeles after ditching S.H.I.E.L.D. Maybe she wouldn't have made so many rash and stupid decisions?

She glanced over at Robbie who was still staring out at the city lights, without a wrinkle on his face and looking the most at ease she had ever seen him in weeks. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Okay, maybe all her decisions back then hadn't been so bad if it led to this.

Suddenly, a brisk marine breeze rushed up the hillside, slamming into her with a crescendo that whipped her dark hair wildly around her face. Daisy shivered as she tugged her arms close to her body. She was wearing a light sweater and jeans, but even in California the winters made the night chilly.

"Here," Robbie said as he unzipped his signature leather jacket.

Daisy opened her mouth to object until her words got caught in her throat when he tugged his jacket off. Ever since she had met Robbie, he was always covered up even in hot L.A. weather. Now here he was sitting next to her in a red short-sleeved t-shirt. Her heart fluttered briefly as she noticed how well-toned his arms were and wondered what it would be like to have them wrapped around her.

"Daisy?" Robbie asked, gesturing his offered out jacket to her. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but he was still wearing a small but kind smile.

A rush of heat flooded her cheeks once more as she mentally shook away whatever the heck those thoughts she had were. "N-no, I couldn't. I mean, look at what you are wearing. You'll freeze!"

Robbie laughed as he shook his head. "Daisy, I literally have a fiery vengeance demon in my body. I'll be fine. Take the jacket. I insist."

Daisy bit the inside of her cheek, but that didn't stop her teeth from rattling. If only she had been smart and brought her own jacket, but she couldn't change the past. She grumbled as she took his jacket from him and shrugged it on. It was a bit too big for her with so much wiggle space and her fingers barely popping out of the sleeves, but that didn't matter because it was warm. So very, very warm like clothes fresh out of the dryer. Almost immediately the chill that had been settling in her body was melted away due to jacket's lingering heat.

Daisy closed her eyes and held the huge jacket close, relishing the warmth it provided. She tried not to notice the way it smelled like Robbie, of fire and smoke with a hint of gasoline and something woodsy or the fact that the smell made her stomach all fluttery as if she just ate a bunch of candy.

When she opened her eyes, her heart jumped into her throat. Robbie was staring at her with a gentle smile and curious glint in his dark brown eyes that caused a shiver to run up her spine.

"What?" She asked, tucking a strand of her short, dark locks behind her ear.

"Nothing, it's just . . ."

The world was suddenly frozen as they sat there just staring at each other. That look in his eyes. It was the one Lincoln had always worn whenever she was around. The look that made her heart beat faster than hummingbird's wings like it was doing right now. Her eyes flicked down to Robbie's lips.

Daisy would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about it. If his lips were as rough as the rest of his exterior or if there was hidden tenderness to them? She hadn't really been sure if she wanted to find out. Until now.

The both scooched closer together and suddenly the world was in motion once more as their lips met warmly for the first time in the cold night.

* * *

. . . But Robbie hadn't realized his mistake . . .

* * *

Robbie sat in the Quinjet flicking his set of keys and tapping his foot repeatedly onto hard, metal floor. He had been asked by S.H.I.E.L.D. to help deal with a potential enhanced threat, but that wasn't why he was antsy. After about two weeks of being apart and barely no contact whatsoever, he was finally going to see Daisy again.

She had been called in to Zephyr One a few weeks prior to run background ops for this mission due to her hacking prowess. What she had told him would be a few days quickly turned out to be much longer. It wouldn't have been that bad if she hadn't been ordered to make zero contact with anybody outside of S.H.I.E.L.D. due to the sensitivity of this certain mission. Robbie being only an enhanced asset and not a full-fledged agent meant he didn't make that short list.

Ever since they had started dating four months ago, he and Daisy had been doing their best to make this long-distance relationship they had due to their different world-saving duties work. It had been going pretty well so far with daily video chats and weekend visits. That was until this mission happened. The past two weeks had been damn near torture for him not being able to see her face or hear her voice.

A resounding clunk rattled through the Quinjet and his body as their small plane made contact with Zephyr One. Robbie waited for the shaking to settle before quickly rising to his feet. This was it.

He strode down the Quinjet's ramp as it was still lowering to the ground and hopped the final distance down. Robbie bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the huge exterior doors to slide open. As soon as they did, his heart picked up speed when his eyes instantly met a wonderfully, familiar face.

"Robbie!"

Daisy's delighted cheer filled the space and sent warmth running through his chest. Before he could even respond, she ran up to him and practically pounced on him with the force of a tidal wave into a huge hug.

"Whoa!" Robbie chuckled as he wrapped her in his arms and staggered to keep them both from falling. He gave her a tight hug, breathing in the sweet vanilla scent of her hair that he had missed so much. Robbie set her back down on to the ground, but neither made a move to let go of the other. He sure as Hell wasn't now that he finally got to hold her again.

"Sorry," Daisy murmured softly as she briefly detached one of her arms to brush her hair out of her face. "It's just been so long--"

"It's okay. I missed you, too." Robbie grinned as he bent down and gave her a gentle kiss.

A low wolf-whistle resounded through the room causing Robbie's heart to nearly jump out of his chest. They both dropped their arms around each other and turned to see Mack watching them from the doorway with a coy grin written on his smug face.

"Sorry, there's a debriefing in about ten minutes that you both need to attend. Coulson wanted me to tell you. Alright?" The larger man explained, sending them a wink before heading deeper into the plane. The two agents who had escorted Robbie on the Quinjet also shot them awkward looks as they passed by then followed after him. Now the two were finally alone.

Robbie rubbed the back of his neck as heat rushed to his ears. He had never been a fan of PDA, even in his younger days, but as soon as he had seen Daisy all thoughts of that had just flown out the window. Robbie sighed. It was now only a matter of time before the teasing started. Yo-Yo's was going to be worst, he was certain.

"Sorry," Daisy confessed as she fiddled with one of her hoodie's strings. "I'm pretty sure this is just Mack's way of getting back at me for the time I caught him and Yo-Yo getting handsy at his birthday party."

Robbie smiled as he gently took one of her hands into his own and interlaced their fingers together. "It's okay as long as I have you," he stated, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

Suddenly, his grin started to waver as he noticed something strangely familiar about her outfit. He narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out why when it hit him.

"Didn't I just buy that exact hoodie a month ago?" He asked with a furrowed brow, gesturing to her dark gray hoodie that was a bit too big for her smaller frame.

Daisy raised her eyebrows as she dropped the string she was toying with and glanced down at herself. She bit her bottom lip and wouldn't meet his gaze. "Maybe . . ."

His eyes widened. "Are you the one stealing all my hoodies?"

Robbie wasn't ashamed to admit that he was a simple guy. All needed to make it through the day was a dark-colored t-shirt, a pair of jeans, his good old pair of Vans, his favorite leather jacket, and sometimes a hoodie. Daisy teased him about it sometimes whenever she was over at his house snooping in his room. She always said it "wasn't appropriate for the Southern California climate," but Robbie didn't care. The look worked just fine for him for the most part.

That is until he had started noticing several of his hooded sweatshirts missing a couple months ago. Robbie had thought he might have just been misplacing them. Maybe one of the guys at work took it because they accidentally thought it was his, or maybe they somehow ended up with Gabe's clothes by mistake? But with the evidently guilty look growing on Daisy's face, he could not believe he hadn't thought of her taking them in the first place.

"Do you know how many replacements I've bought?" Robbie asked with a shake of his head.

"I'm sorry," she murmured with shy glances. "It's just that they are so comfortable and warm, because I swear between you and Coulson with your low thermostats you guys are trying to kill me, and, and--" Daisy hesitated, ducking her head as a small blush spread through her cheeks. ". . . And they smell like you so it's almost like you're with me even when you're not."

Heat rose in Robbie's face and his heart swelled tightly in his chest. He wanted to call her out and tease her as mercilessly as she did to him at times, but, honest to God, he couldn't. Not after her unusually genuine statement and how she looked so adorable standing there being a horribly blushing embarrassed mess. He flexed his jaw. Besides, Daisy looked really, really good in his clothes.

Robbie grinned as he caressed her warm cheek then gently tilted her chin up so she could look at him. Her brown eyes were guarded as they searched his own almost waiting for the ridicule to begin.

"Alright, just save some for me, okay?" He pleaded then planted a tender kiss to her forehead.

Daisy beamed and Robbie decided that giving up all the sweatshirts in the world would be worth it to see her happy.

"We'll see." She winked.

God, this woman was going to be the second death of him.

* * *

. . . Until it was too late.

* * *

Three-hundred e-mails, Daisy grumbled in her head. Who in the heck receives three-hundred freaking e-mails in one day?

She groaned as she sat up on their bed and spat out the hoodie string she had been chewing absentmindedly. Again. Daisy quickly tapped out a reply on her tablet to Agent Makowski's inquiry about the recent checks she made to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s firewall before turning to the next e-mail in her long list.

While she had messages from the U.S. government and other associated organizations, a good chunk of the ones she had been sent were from S.H.I.E.L.D. alone. She knew she wouldn't even be receiving half this number of e-mails if she had remained living at the Playground where all one would have to do is stop by her room if they had question. That was just the price Daisy had to pay for pursuing a relationship.

Her head perked up as she heard the familiar squeak of the front door being opened before quickly slamming shut. She waited then a smile stretched across her face as the sound of keys clattering on the dining room table was followed by the hum of the television being turned on. Robbie was home.

Daisy hastily stood up, tugging the black sweatshirt she was "borrowing" from Robbie down to cover her floral panties before exiting the room with her tablet still in hand. As she entered the living room, she found her boyfriend of nearly a year right where she expected him to be. Robbie lay almost half-sunken right in the middle of the couch with his socks-covered feet on the coffee table and remote in hand as he watched the local late-night news. It's what Robbie did practically every night after he got off work whether that be at Canelo's or with the other guy.

Without saying a word, Daisy walked over and nearly sat on his lap as she joined him on the couch. She dug her bare feet between his legs as she cuddled up against him.

Robbie immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulder and placed a warm kiss on the top of her head. "What's shaking, baby?"

"Not much, hot stuff," Daisy replied, her eyes never leaving the glowing screen of her tablet. She furrowed her brow as she deleted another cat meme Agent Anderson forwarded to her.

"I thought you'd be asleep by now. You look tired, mi cielito. Did I wake you?"

Daisy shook her head, but, at the mere mention of "sleep," a yawn escaped her. "No, it's just these freaking e-mails I have to respond to. Ugh, like Senator McLeary."

"McLeary?" Robbie questioned, wrinkling his nose as if he was at a landfill. "Who the Hell would elect a politician with a name like that?"

She smirked. "Well, the name fits pretty well. He's demanding that I attend another pointless possible amendment meeting for the Sokovia Accords as representative for Inhumans. As if Yo-Yo or Vijay can't attend instead?"

"It's probably because they know you're the best."

"You're cute, but in case you haven't realized yet this means I'm going to miss Gabe coming to visit this weekend from Stanford. And he was just starting to warm up to me and the idea of us together--"

"Hey, Gabe likes you!" Robbie interjected. Daisy glanced up from her tablet and raised one of her eyebrows at him. "I mean, he has a different way of showing it sometimes, but trust me, he likes you, and it's fine if you are gone this weekend. It can be a good old brotherly bonding-type of weekend instead, like the old days."

Daisy nodded her head. That would probably be for the best. Ever since she moved in with Robbie, they were often attached at the hip doing everything together as a couple. Gabe would probably be happier to spend time with just his older brother for a change. She typed out a reply to McLeary's secretary and turned to her next e-mail.

"Maybe I can catch a flight back Sunday and see him before he heads back to college?"

"That's nice, but don't stress about it if you don't, okay? You already have enough on your plate as is." Robbie placed a comforting hand on her knee, but instantly withdrew it as he sharply sucked in air through his teeth. "Damn, girl, you're freezing! Put some pants on or a blanket or something."

"Yeah, but this is why I'm dating you," Daisy countered, digging her bare legs further between his jeans-clothed ones until they were nearly a mess of limbs.

Robbie was a furnace in human form that she desperately latched on to whenever she could. It wasn't her fault wherever she went always seemed too cold and her boyfriend was also so cozy and warm. Sometimes taking his hoodie or jacket was just never enough.

"I knew it," Robbie scoffed, his voice taking on a dramatic, scandalized tone. "You're just using me for my body. Daisy Louise Johnson, how could you?"

A warmth grew in her chest as she snickered wholeheartedly and playfully smacked him on the chest. "Guilty as charged," she stated as she reached her head up and planted a quick kiss on his jaw before snuggling further into his chest.

Her head bounced up and down as soft chuckles cavorted through his chest. Robbie tightened his arm around her and kissed the top of her head once more. "That's why I love you."

Daisy grinned. "I love you more," she murmured almost inaudibly into his t-shirt.

She then returned to her e-mails as Robbie turned his attention back to the news. Robbie's warmth quickly flooded her whole body and like a lazy cat in the Sunday afternoon sun, her eyelids began to droop. Daisy shook her head. She had about a hundred more e-mails she needed to answer, but Robbie was just so comfortable and soft like a big, heated teddy bear. His calm heartbeat echoed through her ear like a soothing lullaby. Despite her best efforts, her tablet eventually slipped through her loose fingers as her eyes fluttered shut.

Daisy knew she would probably receive Hell in the morning in the form of a hundred more passive-aggressive e-mails, but right now she didn't care. She was warm and safe in the arms of the man she loved, and there was no better moment in the world.

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Answer all the questions 1-92

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? No thanks it was my gfs sister. 2. You talked to an ex today, correct? Nope. 3. Have you taken someones virginity? Yes. 4. Is trust a big issue for you? YES. 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Yes, a bunch of my sorority sisters went down, and I get to see my baby tn💗 6. What are you 🙌 for? My gfs mom to stay strong, & loving myself fully. 7. What happened tonight? I was sick ☹️ 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Honestly kinda 🤷🏻‍♀️ 9. Is confidence cute? Confidence is hot. 10. What is the last beverage you had? Water lol  11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? 1 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yes, most of my jeans, if not all are skinny jeans  13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Work and then prob write and go to bed, I know I live a very wild life... 14. What are you going to spend 💰 on next? Prob my beautiful girl.  15. Are you going out with the last person you 😘? Yes 😊 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? I will prob change in the next week, change/growth is so important. 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? My girl, my mom, my best friend kate.  18. The last time you felt broken? Two nights ago lmao 19. Have you had sex today? Not yet 😛❤️ 20. Are you starting to realize anything? You never really know what someone's going through, you must always be kind.  21. Are you in a good mood? Eh, I'm not feeling great. 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Yes, the first day I met my gf I wanted to skinny dip into the lake that apparently had a bunch. 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yes. 24. What do you want right this second? My girl to be here already. 25. What would you say if the person you 😍/like 😘 another girl/boy? I would say we are over. 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Kinda, I dyed it last year but it still has some ombré left. 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you 😂? No way!! 28. What was the last thing that made you 😂? Honestly this is bad but I work at a grooming salon and both my doggie clients shat themselves today so bad (after I washed and blow dried them)and I was so grossed tf out so the best thing to do was laugh it off. 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? I miss my puppy who I had to put down, and my gf who's coming over later tn. 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Depends the severity of the circumstance. 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? I don't like to hate anyone, it's not worth my energy.  32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? Yes haha pretty sure my gf knows how I feel ab her. 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? I try not to. 34. Listening to? The weekend (always) 35. Do you ever write in ✏️ anymore? Not really. 36. Do you know where the last person you 😘 is? Yes, my gfs sisters bfs place  37. Do you believe 😍 at first sight? No I believe in the electricity between people. 38. Who did you last call? My gf. 39. Who was the last person you danced with? My friend jess. 40. Why did you 😘 the last person you 😘? Because she means the world to me and I love kissing her❣️ 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? Lol not for a while!  42. Did you hug/😘 one of your parents today? No, i live an hour and half from my moms💔 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? I feel like my life is one big embarrassing story haha so probably.. 44. Do you tan in the nude? Depends where I am tanning. 45. If you could, would you take back your last 😘? No, never. I can't wait to kiss her again actually. 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell 😴 last night? I tried to but I didn't feel good so I was up still. 47. Who was the last person to call you? My gf. 48. Do you sing in the 🚿? Sometimes🙃 49. Do you dance in the 🚗? A lot haha 50. Ever used a 🏹? Nopee 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Hmm prob over the summer for a woodsy shoot. 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? Nah, but I'd prefer to watch something else. 53. Is Christmas stressful? It's both fun and stressful at the same time, the spending part can be stressful.  54. Ever eat a pierogi? I make pierogis all the time! 55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Apple! 56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? A scientist 😂 57. Do you believe in ghosts? I believe in spirits that haven't moved on for whatever reason.  58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? ALL THE FRICKEN TIME🙄🙄 59. Take a vitamin daily? No I prob should though. 60. Wear slippers? Yes😄 I wear my hippo slippers a lot  61. Wear a 🛀 robe? All the time, I could live in bath robes  62. What do you wear to 🛏️? I'm either naked or wearing fuzzy pajamas or a sleep dress 63. First concert? Maroon5💗 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target 65. Nike or Adidas? Nike 66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos 67. 🥜 or 🌻 seeds? Peanuts  68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? Wildest dreams i guess, not a big Taylor fan. 69. Ever take dance lessons? Yeah I grew up dancing. 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Nopee, better be making that money thoo💸 jk lol 71. Can you curl your tongue? Yerp 72. Ever won a spelling 🐝? No lol  73. Have you ever 😢 because you were so happy? Yes, ever since my girl.  74. What is your favorite 📓? A stolen life by Jaycee Dugourd  75. Do you study better with or without 🎶? Without I have such bad ADHD, squirrel! 76. Regularly burn incense? Nope I use candles and essential oil diffuser  77. Ever been 😍? Yes, so in love w my girl. 78. Who would you like to 👀 in concert? The weekend again, Rihanna, drake, the weekend, Russ, post Malone, the weekend. 79. What was the last concert you saw? The weekend 😍 80. Hot tea or cold tea? Either, I love tea.  81. Tea or coffee? Tea. 82. Favorite type of 🍪? Sugar cookie  83. Can you swim well? Noo I really can't lmao 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes.  85. Are you patient? Not at all! 86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ 87. Ever won a contest? I don't remember.  88. Ever have plastic surgery? No, I'm all natural😏 haha 89. Which are better black or green olives? Depends what kinda green olives. 90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Do it. 91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room. 92. Do you want to get married? I think so.

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