#tori’s 2k celebration 🦀

[ghostofskywalker]

hope this is okay: for the event "love you too, asshole" with any of the marvel men or women x reader, whoever you think it fits best!! I literally love all of them so I will be happy with any

hello!! i know i said i had a few character ideas for this, but then i ended up throwing all that out the window and going with wanda (oops). this can serve as a second part to this ficlet, but also can be read on it's own.

words: 1,126

summary: you and wanda have been dancing around your feelings for weeks now, and neither one of you wants to be the one to say it first. eventually, after enough teasing, you finally get to talk, and maybe you don't actually hate each other after all.

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Love You Too, Asshole

You could feel the glare on your skin as you walked into the kitchen, but you paid the fuming witch no mind as you opened the fridge and started to browse for something to snack on. You took your time as you moved the various fruits and yogurts out of the way to “look” for something else, knowing exactly who was still staring at you. You wondered if Wanda would actually say something, especially because of what had happened on the most recent mission you had gone on with her, but you would be damned if you were the one initiating the conversation.

Eventually, you had moved things around in the fridge enough that she finally took the bait. “Looking for something?”

“Nope,” you said nonchalantly, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge like that was you plan the entire time. “Why, do you need something?” She shook her head, and you could feel the contempt coming off her in waves. Shrugging, you just shot her a wink and left the room.

It was fun to tease Wanda like that, and you made sure to do so every chance you got. After the two of you had kissed in the middle of a particularly heated argument on an undercover mission, you had intended to potentially talk about your growing fondness for the woman who you seemed to despise (and the fact that she probably felt the same way), but when things took a turn for the worst and your cover was blown, you didn’t exactly have the time for a heart to heart while you were escaping the resort with a horde of enemy agents chasing after you. And even when you got back to the compound you expected to have that talk, but it seemed that Wanda had no interest in potentially picking up where you left off on the mission. Or at least, that’s what you thought at first.

She seemed infinitely more alert around you, like she was waiting for you to say something about the heated kiss you had shared. After a while, you both were back to antagonizing each other like old times, but there was a layer of sexual tension there now, and it was kind of exhilarating, if you were being honest.

It was so palpable that some of the others had even asked you if something had happened on that mission, and you always lied right to their face. You didn’t even know where you stood with Wanda yet, you weren’t going to go around telling everyone your deepest fears and desires.

You appeared around the compound at every chance you could, often in varying states of undress. You were getting really interested in the pool that Tony had installed in the compound, or at least that’s what you told the rest of the team when they questioned why they often saw you in nothing but a bathing suit, your skin slightly damp from the water.

When she was in the kitchen making breakfast, you suddenly needed to refill your coffee cup. When she was working out, you decided to take a walk on the treadmill, staring her down but looking away every time she glanced in your direction. When she walked out to the common area late at night, you just “happened” to be out there too, silently daring her to say something to you about the kiss you had shared a few weeks prior.

The day you finally got her to crack was the day you walked out to the living room dressed to the nines, despite having absolutely nowhere to be. You knew she was going to be out there, and this idea was incredibly stupid (and probably wouldn’t even work), but you took joy in antagonizing her at this point, so it was worth a shot.

“Where on earth are you going dressed like that?”

Your voice was smooth as you turned around, your face nonchalant. “Me? I have a date tonight,” you said. “Why, do you think this is too much?”

She didn’t answer your question, instead posing one of her own. “You have a date tonight?”

“What, are you implying I’m not good enough to date?” you asked, narrowing your eyes as you knew you were approaching the final piece of your plan. “I think I’m a pretty good kisser, but I guess you would know the truth.”

She stood up from the couch, walking over to you so that she was now just barely inches from your face. “So that’s what this is about? That’s why you’re dressed like that?”

Feigning innocence, you looked at her. “What do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean!” she said. “Ever since we got back from that mission, you’ve been acting like a new person, but I know the truth. If you actually have a date tonight I’ll eat my words, but if you are going to be childish about your feelings, the least you can do is stop dangling yourself in front of me like a piece of meat!”

“Why do you even care?” you said, deciding to finally challenge her. “You’ve made it damn well clear that you weren’t interested.”

She let out a sound that was halfway between a groan and a scream, and pulled your face to hers. It was a perfect mirror of your first kiss on that mission, all that passion and fervor still there as you kissed her back, each of you pouring out the emotions you could never put into words. Her hands found your waist almost instantly, and they slipped under your shirt to hold you closer to her.

When you finally broke apart, both you and Wanda were panting slightly. “I love you, despite the fact that you frustrate me to no end every single day,” she said. “There, is that what you wanted me to say?”

Yes, it was exactly what you wanted her to say, and you couldn’t help feeling a little giddy as she said it. “I love you too,” you said, but just because her hand was halfway up your shirt it didn’t mean that you were going to act any differently. “Even if you are a bit of an ass sometimes.”

“You’re really lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

“Oh please, I could take you in a fight.” That was a lie, maybe you could win if she wasn’t allowed to use her magic, but you wanted to see her reaction.

She just laughed. “Do you wanna test that?”

“Not really, I just want you to kiss me again.”

“Finally, something we can agree on,” she said, pulling you closer to her and pressing her lips to yours. This was so much better than arguing.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Tori congratulations on the milestone!!! 🎇🌌🌹 if you're still taking requests for the milestone celebration could i get some anakin skywalker cuz i love my angsty space man so much with the title 'I was a heavy heart to carry' or 'underestimated' (I really suck at making fic titles like so badly so I gave two options and you can just choose whichever you think you'd be able to make something out of?)

P.s Jedi Peggy 😍 woah

thank you so much for the prompt (and the chance to write anakin!) 💕 the fic ended up on the fluffier side because my instinct is to always want him to be happy, and i really hope you like it! this takes place before episode iii, where anakin is a jedi knight (long hair my beloved!) but obviously there’s no padme in this lol

words: 1,770

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Underestimated

As you were explaining to the younglings how to deflect the blasts that the training remote would fire at them, one boy in particular raised his hand. You had known these children for several years now, and even as they grew closer and closer to becoming traditional padawans, they were still a mischievous bunch.

“Can we see you duel another person?” he asked, and the rest of the children’s faces lit up as they nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know,” you said as you shook you head. “Traditional lightsaber duels are not part of what I am supposed to teach you, young ones.”

“But we’ve already used the training remotes before,” another child cut in. “And we’ve never seen any real duels.”

“Dueling is a skill that you will learn eventually,” you said. “But it is something that is taught by the Jedi that takes you on as a padawan.”

“Please Master L/N?” another student piped up softly. “We don’t want to duel each other, just watch! Please?”

Eventually you sighed, knowing that you weren’t going to get anything done if you kept denying their request. “Alright,” you said, and the children all cheered. “I will go see if there are any other Jedi who are willing to help with this demonstration, but it’s not a guarantee that someone will agree, okay?”

The younglings all nodded, excitement showing on every one of their faces, and you walked out into the hall. There was only one person in the general vicinity, and you quietly tried to catch his attention.

Eventually, you managed to succeed, and Anakin looked at you. “Did you say something Y/N?”

You nodded. “Can I ask a favor?”

Anakin smiled. “Always.” You couldn’t help the small smile that crossed your face at his words. The two of you had trained together as padawans, but ever since you started helping with the training of the younglings a few years ago and the war had begun, you had seen less and less of each other.

“I’ve got a group of younglings in there who want to see a duel, and there’s no hope trying to argue with them. Do you mind helping me demonstrate for a few moments? If you’re busy, it’s not a big deal.”

Anakin shook his head as he stepped closer to you. “No, I’ll help. Wouldn’t want to disappoint the younglings anyway.”

The children’s smiles grew bigger as you stepped back into the room with Anakin behind you. “Master Skywalker has been gracious enough to help me demonstrate a duel for you all,” you said. “But after this, we go right back to what we’re supposed to be doing, alright?”

All the younglings nodded, and you herded them to one corner of the room before you ignited your lightsaber, and Anakin did the same. You nodded at each other, and he allowed you to make the first move.

You lunged forward, and he easily blocked your strike. There was a flash of blue and green as his lightsaber met yours, and then he pulled back to attempt a strike of his own. The moves were slow and practiced (much different than what you would do in a real battle), and you could probably block them all in your sleep, but neither of you wanted to inflict any damage on the other. You attempted another strike, lower to the ground this time, and it was once again blocked.

That was all well and good, but the younglings seemed to have noticed that you weren’t really putting your hearts into it. “We know those moves!” one boy said, and you stopped to stare at him with your eyebrows raised, causing a guilty look to flash over his face. “Sorry,” he said, quieter than before.

You turned back towards Anakin. “It seems they are demanding more of a show,” you said, an apologetic look on your face.

He laughed, a sound that made your heart flutter a little. “Well if you’re up to it, maybe we can make this a little more interesting.”

You didn’t even answer him, instead lunging forward to strike, but he wasn’t bothered. Now, the two of you were really dueling, and your lightsabers flashed as they crashed against each other. You still knew that he was taking care not to hurt you, and you were doing the same to him, but this looked much more like a traditional lightsaber duel to the younglings, and that was what really mattered.

Anakin’s fighting style was quick but not unpredictable, and he tended to favor long slashes, both high and low, rather than the twirls and twists that you had been taught and tended to favor in battle. You could still keep up though, and soon it was like everything else in the room had faded away, leaving only you and Anakin.

“Do you admit defeat yet?” you taunted, after blocking a particularly unexpected strike of his.

“Already? Who do you think I am?” he said, and you could see the smile on his face in the glow of your weapons.

You turned sideways in an attempt to strike from another direction, but he trapped you. Your back was almost touching his chest as he held his lightsaber in front of you, your hand (and weapon) hanging down at your side.

Before the closeness of the situation really kicked in, you swung your lightsaber backwards and turned, forcing Anakin to backtrack, and soon he was standing against the wall and you were the one who had your lightsaber close to his neck. There was a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite explain, and you had to quiet the voices in your head that were telling you to kiss him right then and there. Not only did you have a secret crush on your fellow Jedi (something that would never be allowed with the Code), but you were also standing in a room full of younglings, and they were all staring at you.

Taking a deep breath, you retracted your lightsaber and turned back towards the younglings. “Was that what you wanted to see?” you asked, and the children smiled as they nodded excitedly. “Well then, you all need to thank Master Skywalker for helping us and apologize for taking up his time.”

A small chorus of “thank you Master Skywalker” filled the room, and Anakin laughed as he put his lightsaber back on his belt. He assured the children that it was no trouble and waved goodbye to them as he left the room, and it was finally time for you to begin the lesson you had originally planned to teach.

But even as the younglings started to practice with their own training lightsabers, you still couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened with Anakin. You felt something different than you usually did around him, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he felt it too.

***

The next time you saw Anakin, you were walking with Obi-Wan and discussing which Jedi would be the best to train some of the younglings who would become padawans soon. You smiled at Anakin as he walked up to you, and turned to Obi-Wan. “Anakin was very helpful the other day when I was working with some of the younglings. They wanted to see a real lightsaber duel.”

“Oh?” A small smile spread across Obi-Wan’s face. “And who won?”

You stood a little taller. “I did.”

“I let you win,” Anakin cut in, but Obi-Wan didn’t look too convinced.

“No Anakin, I think you just underestimated her.”

Feeling a little braver than usual, you laughed before speaking. “Do you want a rematch?”

“You know what, yeah I do.”

At this point Obi-Wan excused himself, and you knew that he was judging the two of you a little bit, but you didn’t care. You and Anakin headed to the training area, and thankfully there was no one else in the room, because you didn’t want any distractions.

The second your lightsaber was ignited, you lunged at him, and he blocked your blow. Moments later you were blocking his strikes, and the speed of this battle was much faster than anything you had shown the younglings. He may be more traditionally skilled in lightsaber combat than you were, but that didn’t mean you were going to give up easy. As the two of you moved around the wide space, you started to push him towards the edges of the room.

Wondering if he would fall for the same maneuver twice, you turned and swung your lightsaber. Once again his chest was against your back as he artfully pushed your saber down, and you were caged in. “Fallen for that again?” he taunted lightly, his breath just ghosting over your ear.

“I don’t know,” you said. “If I remember correctly, this is how I won last time.”

You swung low to try and break free again, but he was prepared for you this time. Instead of him ending up against the wall, it was you that had your back against the wall, and your lightsaber had fallen out of your grip.

Anakin retracted his own lightsaber but walked up to you so that you couldn’t move from against the wall. The two of you stared at each other, and the tension in the room at this moment was almost triple what you felt when the younglings were watching. “Do you admit defeat?” he asked softly, a smirk playing on his lips.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, staring at him and desperately trying not to look at his lips. “You haven’t won yet.”

“You don’t have your weapon anymore.”

“And yours is retracted, what’s your point?” Anakin must have had enough of the tension at this point, because suddenly his lips were on yours. It was a new feeling (being a Jedi meant that you weren’t the most experienced kisser), but it wasn’t unwelcome in any way, and you immediately kissed back.

When you finally broke apart, you looked at him. “What was that for?” you asked, and you were the one smirking this time.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” was his response, and you couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“Me too,” you said softly, trying desperately to not smile like an idiot.

He leaned in like he was going to kiss you again, but stopped right before your lips touched. “Good,” he said. “Because I really want to kiss you again.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for Skywalker?”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello you lovely soul! I was wondering if I can still request? Of course if requests are closed then just ignore this, but I was thinking Natasha Romanoff x reader with a title of "I need you more than I want to." Thank you so much if you do write a little something! Much love all around❤️

hi!! i'm so sorry this took so long, but i hope you enjoy it!! i thought this title idea translated really well to some angst with a happy ending :)

words: 988

summary: you’ve spent months trying to find her, hoping to mend what you had broken all that time ago. and just for a fleeting moment, fate is on your side.

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I Need You More Than I Want To

She had always been good at hiding her tracks, and right now, you were the one at a disadvantage. You knew it was risky, because who’s to say she would even entertain the idea of letting you back into her life? But when it came to Natasha, you were willing to do whatever it took to be with her.

She left you a note on the pillow explaining that she had run away, that Steve was right about the Accords and she didn’t know how you would respond if she asked you to break the law with her. She wished you the best and told you that she loved you, but that was it. No address, no phone number, no little hint about where to find her. You understood why she wouldn’t have left clues, just in case you turned against her, but you wished she would have woken you.

So now you were stuck traveling the world and just hoping that she would be in the same spot as you at any given moment. You watched the crowds intently, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. You were just as much of a fugitive as she was at this point, having left the country without telling anyone, and you weren’t looking forward to getting back home if you didn’t find her.

You thought you were going crazy when you spotted her in Norway, a flash of her red hair in a passing crowd, nothing but a phantom of your wildest hopes and dreams. But it was more tangible than anything else you had gotten before, so you decided to stay around for a few more days.

The second time you saw her, a few days later, you were sure you were losing it. That was the only explanation you could think of, that you wanted to see her so badly your brain was trying to ease your pain. She disappeared just as quickly as the first time you spotted her, and you once again decided to extend your stay.

The third time you saw her it was nearly a week later, and you realized she must be hiding out somewhere nearby and using the cover of the city to get food and supplies. This time, you didn’t waste any time once you spotted her, and you started to tail her through the city.

Natasha was an excellent spy, she could tell that someone was following her, especially when you had to leave the more heavily populated area of the city and get in the car. Maybe you could have done this in a way that’s slightly more subtle, but you could see her driving start to get more erratic.

Not wanting to worry her to the point where she leaves the area completely, you turned off at the next available lodge, watching as her car drives away.

After sitting in the parking lot for nearly half an hour, you made up your mind. There weren’t too many other turns on this road, there could be a chance you find her. You were too close to give up at this point, despite the chances of success being slim. You took a deep breath as you pulled back out onto the road, staring at the passing scenery. Maybe in another life, you could live here together, and never have to worry about looking over your shoulders. Maybe in another life you wouldn’t have to worry about the danger of your livelihoods, and you could just be another couple on the street.

It took nearly an hour to find, and the sun had long since set at this point, but you eventually came up upon a trailer in the middle of the countryside, with the same car you saw Natasha driving parked around the side. You left your car under the cover of the trees and slowly walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath, you knocked.

Immediately, the trailer went quiet. You had heard the quiet hum of a generator before, the distant giggles of something on the television, but now the only sound was the beating of your heart and the rusting of the leaves in the wind. After standing there for a minute, you knew that she was either going to try and ignore and get you to leave, or she would try to kill you, thinking you were someone with not-so nice intentions. It made sense, because she hadn’t seen your face, she only knew that someone had been following her, so she had no idea who she would be opening the door to greet.

“Natasha,” you said, your voice coming out slightly choked and strangled. “It’s me.”

Silence. There was nothing to indicate she had moved at all, and you knew it was silly to think that she would somehow drop everything when you heard your voice again.

“I don’t mean any trouble,” you said. “And I know you probably don’t want to see me, so I’m going to go now.” Maybe you could have been more eloquent in the first words you said to your girlfriend after months of looking for her, but right now you couldn’t think of anything better, the emotion of just being near her again too strong.

The soft grass around the trailer hid your footsteps as you walked back in the direction of your car, but the sound of the door opening stopped you in your tracks, as did the sound of your name from Natasha’s lips. You turned, trying not to cry when you saw her standing there, and there was a few moments of silence before she spoke, her voice quieter than you remembered. “Do you want to come in?”

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

By the end of the night, you had your girlfriend wrapped in your arms again, where you both knew she belonged, and you never wanted to be away from her again.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

i wish i loved you title with obiwan 💌

vic my beloved, thank you for indulging my love of obi-wan, and here is an incredibly sad fic for you <;3

words: 1,703

summary: after obi-wan is assigned to protect you, feelings for him start to blossom out of control. but unfortunately it was just your luck to fall for the one man who could never love you back.

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I Wish I Loved You

You smiled at Obi-Wan when you stepped into the kitchen of your Coruscant apartment, stifling a quiet yawn behind your hand. “Good morning Master Kenobi,” you said quietly as you poured yourself a cup of caf.

“Good morning Senator,” he responded, smiling.

He was always this quiet around you, a shadow in the background as you went about your daily activities. You had been unsure about the idea of personal Jedi protection when it had first been offered to you, but you had since grown to trust Obi-Wan with your life. He had been by your side now for a few months, and you couldn’t help it when you noticed your feelings for him grow each moment you spent together.

He had been one of the few people to offer you unwavering kindness during these troubling times, as the Separatists attacking your village was what had dragged you and your people into this mess. Even as you went to the Senate, they failed to vote in favor of increased aid for the ruined communities that now littered your planet. After all the time you had spent voting to send help to other systems, you were disgusted at your colleagues’ refusal to help in your time of need. If it wasn’t for the help of Padmé Amidala, and the reassurance that she would do whatever she could to help you, you probably would have said things you later regretted at that meeting, and probably spat in the face of the Supreme Chancellor. You were just incredibly thankful that the Jedi Council had been more receptive to your needs than the Senate.

“I have a meeting today with the Supreme Chancellor to appeal my plea to the Senate,” you said as you sat down at the table and took a sip of your drink. “If he does not reconsider sending the motion back to a vote, I fear that my people will fall victim to a famine in the not-so distant future.”

Obi-Wan nodded in response. “Would you like me to accompany you in the meeting, or just stand guard outside?”

“If you’d be so kind, I’d prefer it if you were there with me,” you said softly, looking at him with hopeful eyes. You knew about his distaste for Chancellor Palpatine (as much as he tried to hide it), and if you were being honest you felt a similar aversion to the man, so any support in your meeting would be very much appreciated.

“Of course Senator.”

“You know you can call me Y/N, right?” you said teasingly. “I’ve told you since you were assigned to protect me.”

“You do not like your title? It is one that comes with great prestige you know.”

“Please, you hate politicians.”

“That is only partially true, I dislike the politicians who exercise their power exclusively for themselves and do not care about the people they are supposed to be representing,” he said, and you felt yourself nod in agreement, as you felt the same way. “And besides, you always refer to me by my title, so I will do the same with you.”

You playfully rolled your eyes before speaking, and you could see the beginnings of a smile on his face. “Oh, so I should start calling you Obi-Wan?” His name felt perfect to say as it slipped from your lips, and for a fleeting moment, you thought he might feel the same things for you that you feel for him.

“I don’t know about that,” he said, and it was like the light in the room dimmed slightly as he spoke. “I doubt the council would approve.”

Well, that didn’t mean he doesn’t feel that way. It was quite a reach, but you still tried to convince yourself of its truth. “The council’s not here, are they?”

“Maker, now you sound like Anakin.”

“Well, have you ever considered the fact that Anakin is right?” you said, and you laughed at the expression on Obi-Wan’s face.

“Y/N,” You sat up a little straighter when he said your name, and it sounded perfect coming from him. There was an easy smile on his face as he spoke, and decided in that moment that you never wanted to see him in any other way. “Don’t ever tell him you suggested that, his ego is big enough.”

You laughed once more as you finished your caf, but the moment was soon over when you had to start getting ready for you meeting with the Chancellor.

***

Kriff, you hated galas. They were too flashy and too gaudy, and it felt wrong to sip expensive drinks and wear lavish clothes while so much of the galaxy was still embroiled in a bitter war they could not control. But unfortunately the nature of your profession meant that you had to make regular appearances at events like these, because the well-being of your people often depended on the connections you could make at these events, and as much as you disliked many of your coworkers, your people were your first priority.

Thankfully the Chancellor had been attentive to your pleas, and you were able to set aside more resources for those who had been affected by the Separatist attack, but you still felt like more could be done. It didn’t help that the outfit you were wearing probably cost double the amount of aid had been sent to your planet, but these clothes had been gifted to you specifically for this occasion.

Soon you grew tired of mingling with people who did nothing but try to make themselves seem better than you at every turn, and you scanned the room for Obi-Wan. He was standing in the corner of the room, and you could feel his gaze resting on you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling. At the first chance you had, you found yourself walking over to him. “Master Kenobi, might I have this dance?”

“I’m not much of a dancer,” he said quietly.

You hoped the look on your face would get him to reconsider. “Please?” you asked. “You don’t have to stand there all night, and besides, wouldn’t I be the best protected while I was dancing with you?”

You could see his façade break slightly, and he eventually accepted your hand and walked with you to where others were dancing. The music was slow and calm as you started to spin with him, and you couldn’t help but reconsider your opinion on galas for a moment, especially if going to events like these meant you would get to dance with him.

His normal Jedi robes had been traded for slightly fancier attire as well, and you would be lying if you didn’t wish you could see him like this more often. “Credit for your thoughts?” he asked softly as he pulled you slightly closer.

“Are Jedi allowed to love, Obi-Wan?”

He stiffened slightly, but didn’t pull away like you were expecting. “Why do you ask?”

Maybe it was the liquor that loosened your lips, but you couldn’t help but respond with what was actually on your mind. “Because I have fallen in love with you, and I wanted to know if there is any future for us.”

“I’m afraid I must break your heart,” he said quietly, and you suddenly felt a bit ill as you realized what was happening. “As much as I wish I could love you, I must abide by the Code, my dear.”

“Of course,” you said, your tone clipped and your movements slightly stiff. “And I apologize for overstepping, I must have had too much to drink this evening.” It was a flimsy excuse, but you didn’t care. Now, all you wanted to do was forget this ever happened, to leave this gala and go back to your apartment where you could grieve for the future you so desperately wished would come to pass. You made up your mind as you stood there in shame, that tomorrow you would reach out to the Jedi council and request to terminate your protection as soon as possible. There were clearly many more importing things Obi-Wan could be doing in the galaxy other than protecting you, and you didn’t want him to pity you, the poor Senator who obviously misread the signs of friendship.

“It’s quite alright,” he said softly.

“Could you take me back to my apartment Master Kenobi?” you asked quietly, letting go of his hand. “I’m not feeling too well.”

If he noticed the way you switched back to calling him by his title, he didn’t say anything about it. “Of course,” he said gently, and you could see a slightly worried look on his face.

No more words were exchanged as you went back to your apartment and got ready for bed. Obi-Wan had already retired to the other room by the time you allowed your emotions to come forward, and you had to desperately try to hold back your tears until you were among the privacy of your own four walls. There were going to be tear stains on your pillow tomorrow morning, but there was nothing you could do to stop that now.

Unbeknownst to you, Obi-Wan could feel your raw and ragged emotion crashing over him all the way from the other room. The Force had always been strong with you, and this time he was sure you would rather he not know exactly what you were feeling, even though he couldn’t help it. He had messed up tonight when he told you that he didn’t love you, as that had been a bold-faced lie, but he thought he was doing the right thing. Not only did he have to answer to the Code, but the life he lived was one of danger and fear, and he would never want to subject you to that kind of pain.

He sighed as he wrapped himself in a blanket and tried to drift off to sleep, knowing that Anakin was going to be annoyed at him when he found out what he had done. His former padawan always managed to sniff these things out when it came to you, no matter how much Obi-Wan tried to hide his feelings.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

din with the title “I hate you” 👀👀👀

ily 💌

i know i already told you how excited i was to write this but!! i literally loved it sm!! it takes place after season 2 and before the book of boba fett, and i always love a good badass reader!!

words: 1,022

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I Hate You

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in co-” The sound of a blaster firing cut him off, and Din watched as the man in front of him slumped over onto the ground, silent and unmoving.

He waited for a moment to see who would emerge from the darkness to try and take his bounty, because this was not something unheard of when it came to the life he lived. At the end of the day it didn’t matter who killed a target, it was whoever walked their body back to the employer that got the payment in the end. But for along as he waited, the room stayed completely silent.

It was when he took one step forward that your voice filled the space. “Don’t even think about it Mando.”

“I knew it would be you,” he said, turning around to see your face as you stepped out from the shadows. Your blaster was pointed right at his chest, but he didn’t worry. As many times as he had come into contact with you, not once had he sustained serious injuries.

You stared, a cold and steely glare that he could almost feel through his heavy armor. “And what are you going to do about it?” you asked. “You should know by now that I always get what I want.”

“And I don’t take kindly to those who try to steal my prizes,” he said, his voice practically dripping with venom.

The two of you stood there in a murderous standoff, and as always, you let him make the first move. Fire billowed from one of his gauntlets, and you easily sidestepped the blast, keeping the smile on your face as you spoke. “Is that all you’ve got?”

He lunged at you, and you fired. The shot bounced off his armor as he pulled a gun from his side and shot back, the first shots missing you. The second shot sent your weapon flying across the room, and you didn’t miss a beat, dodging his punches.

It was like the two of you were perfect equals, having fought each other so many times before. He pushed, you pulled, and each hit he managed to land you got him right back. For every second he had you pulled against him, you managed to slither free from his grip. After landing a particularly strong hit on the arm that was holding you against his chest, you broke free and raced towards the target on the floor, but he was quick to slow you down. What he wasn’t expecting though, was for you to pull one of those Jedi swords out from under your cloak and deflect the blast. The room was cast in a blue hue as you artfully waved it through the air, and he knew that a gun could no longer be useful in combat against you as long as you used that blade.

“Where did you get that?” he asked, pulling his own laser sword from his belt. He had competed with you for bounties enough time to know that you were no Jedi, and yet, now he was questioning everything he knew about you.

“I could ask you the same question,” you said, nodding towards the weapon in his hands.

“This weapon is Mandalorian by nature,” he said. “I have rightful claim to it, something I can’t imagine you can say about yours.”

You shrugged, and he pulled the Dark Saber up to block your strike. The two weapons clashed as he blocked your blow, and he could feel the tension crackling through the air.  “I found it on a job a few months back. No one was using it, so now it’s mine.”

You turned and pulled your saber away, only for Din to block another of your strikes. It required more concentration to battle you like this, and he didn’t want to waste much more of his time. “Why are you here?” he asked suddenly. Months had passed since he had seen you last, and so much had changed that he assumed you had simply died somewhere, or found a better life than the one you had lived before. “What do you want?”

“I’m not following you,” you said as the two of you stepped away from each other, but neither you nor him deactivated your weapon, both ready to continue fighting at a moment’s notice.

“The child is gone, so if you were hired to capture him, you’re out of luck,” Din responded. You had clashed several times when Grogu was in his care, and every time you made some snarky remark about him going soft when you saw the little creature. One of the only reasons he even allowed you to walk away each time was that you never posed any threat to the child, but if that was no longer the case, he would be willing to kill you in a second, no matter what weapon you were wielding.

“I was tracking this slime bag, same as you, I just don’t waste time telling people who won’t listen that they can take the easy way out if they want,” you said, staring him down as you spoke. “You really think so little of me, don’t you?”

“Maybe so, but when have you ever proven me wrong?”

He was shocked to see you detract your weapon, but he stood there, not sure if this was some kind of trap. “Fine,” you said, taking the tracking fob that had led you to this target off your belt and tossing it on the ground in front of him. “Take the spoils of the man I killed Mando, but this will not be the last time you and I cross paths.”

Din nodded, he knew the two of you would see each other again, it was just the nature of the job he worked and the life he lived. With one last stare in his direction, you turned and left the room, so quickly he might have missed it if he blinked, leaving Din once again standing over the dead man on the floor.

- the end - 

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[ghostofskywalker]

starry night fluff with nat for your sleepover!!! <3

hi bestie ilysm!! this is a little short but it was so fun to write and i hope you love it!!

words: 635

Starry Night

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The sun had not yet risen when you first opened your eyes, but you knew that you weren’t going to be able to go back to sleep right away. This happened every once in a while, and you somehow ended up completely awake at 2:30 in the morning with nothing to do.

You gently shifted and sat up in bed, trying not to disturb your girlfriend, who was still fast asleep under the covers. Being on the run was hard for both of you, but you knew it was taking a toll on her that she wouldn’t quite admit. You were grateful to have her , because you didn’t think you could make it as an international fugitive all by yourself. It was all starting to blur together (you had moved around more times in the last year than you could count), and right now “home” was a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere, a far cry from the amenities you enjoyed back when you were residing in the Avengers Compound.

Eventually, you decided to get out of bed and sit outside for a little while. The one thing that this place had going for it over the compound was that the stars were actually visible in the night sky, due to the house’s secluded location. The night air was slightly chilly as you stepped out onto the porch, keeping an ear out for the sound of any large animal. Although you didn’t have to worry as much about people finding you where you were now, you did have to pay attention more to the animals around you.

You stared up at the twinkling sky, smiling as you tried to pick out the shapes of the constellations and listened to the sounds of the secluded nighttime. But along with the sound of the leaves rustling out in the forest around you and crickets chirping from the grass below, you heard another sound: the back door of the cottage squeaking open. It wasn’t long after before you could feel your girlfriend’s arms slip around you. “Come back to bed,” she said softly, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“But it’s so nice outside,” you responded. “I like the peacefulness.”

“It’s so late,” was Natasha’s response as you turned to face her, and she had already broken out a pair of puppy eyes you knew you could never say no to. “And I want to cuddle.”

You laughed quietly, leaning in to place a kiss on her cheek. “Why don’t we compromise then?” you asked. “We can cuddle and watch a movie inside.”

She didn’t argue against that suggestion, grabbing your hand and pulling you back inside the house, you laughing quietly. You loved it when she acted like this, and she knew it. Despite the fact that you were dating the infamous assassin (and current global fugitive) the Black Widow, she had a soft side that you loved more than anything else in the world. In particular, she liked to cuddle, something you were always happy to oblige her on.

You chose the movie, and the opening credits had just began to appear on the TV when she yawned, nestling herself closer to you. “I love you,” she said softly. “More than anything, you know that?”

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. “I love you too.”

There was a satisfied look on her face as she yawned again, and you knew that she would be asleep within minutes. You gently pushed a piece of her hair away from her face as you turned your attention to the movie, one of your all time favorites.

It was times like these that made you feel like you could handle anything the world threw at you, as long as you had Natasha by your side.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello hello! CONGRATS ON 2,000 FOLLOWERS OMG DUDE THAT’S HUGE!!! 🎉🎉🎉❤️❤️❤️❤️

For your celebration, can I request a fic titled “Time to Improvise” with either Daniel Sousa or Poe Dameron?

(Also, I LOVE this idea for a writing celebration! I’m so excited to see what you come up with based on whatever people send you!)

🥺🥺 thank you so much, you're always too kind!!! this was such a fun fic to write, so thank you for the prompt :) i am on a star wars kick right now, so i went with poe!

words: 1,168

Time to Improvise

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“Do you see anything suspicious?” you whispered to Poe as you walked into the room on his arm.

He shook his head in response. “No, and I don’t even see our contact yet, we may have to kill some time.”

You held back a sigh, because staying here longer would mean you would be spending more time in this dress. While not the most uncomfortable thing you had ever worn, it was far too intricate for your taste, even though it fit in well with where you were. The crowd you were infiltrating was made up primarily of business owners, the galaxy’s most rich and powerful, the occasional crime lord, and the host of the gala was a well known First Order sympathizer. Your mission was to seek out an informant who recently contacted the resistance and discreet collect all the information they had to offer.

There was an ornate mask over your face that concealed some of your identity, and Poe was wearing one as well. Most of the guests in attendance had their faces obscured in some way, which was only going to make things more difficult to figure out who you were supposed to be meeting. And due to the allegiances of the host and some of the other names on the guest list, it was imperative that you and Poe keep from being recognized.

There were waiters walking past you with strange looking hors d'oeuvres on them, and you each took one. You waited for Poe to eat his first, something that turned out to be a smart decision because his face contorted with disgust as his body registered what he had just eaten, and it was taking all your willpower not to laugh at him while he tried to keep his composure.

You artfully dropped the mystery appetizer onto another passing waiter’s tray and snagged two drinks instead, holding one out to Poe. “Thanks,” he said as he took a sip. You drank a little as well, and the liquor was fruity and sweet, mixed with some kind of bubbling beverage. “This is a lot better than whatever that other thing was.”

“Who knew that you’re not a fan of high society dining?” you teased him gently.

Poe rolled his eyes at the look on your face and leaned in so that his breath was just ghosting over your ear. “And you are a fan?”

You laughed quietly, trying to ignore the feeling that came from the close proximity. “I never said that, but I’m not the one who nearly threw up eating before.”

“That’s because you didn’t try whatever it was, sweetheart,” Poe said, and his hand came to rest on your back. This was part of the mission, acting like lovers so that the people in attendance didn’t get overly suspicious, but it didn’t help that you definitely had a crush on your friend and fellow officer of the resistance. “You’d be singing a different tune then.”

Right as you were about to respond, you saw someone in your peripheral vision stare at the two of you, and your whole body tensed. “Don’t look right away, but someone is watching us,” you whispered, hoping that you still looked like lovers sharing sweet nothings to everyone else. “I can’t tell if that’s our contact or if our cover’s been blown.”

Poe immediately snapped to attention, and he gently took your arm, leading you out to the dance floor. “Tell me where they are,” he said as he started to sway back and forth. “In a few moments I’ll try to get a good look.”

You felt his lips gently press against your upper cheek, and you tried not to let the gesture of affection go to your head as he gently spun you around and pulled you back towards him. “Did you see what I’m talking about?” you asked, voice slightly breathless.

“Yeah, and I can’t tell why they’re staring at us either,” he said.

“Why don’t we leave the ballroom and see if they follow?”

He nodded, and soon his hand had enveloped yours and he was leading out of the room. You giggled, trying to keep up the appearance of a couple who wanted to find somewhere private, and secretly hoping that the person who had been staring at you was the person you were supposed to be meeting.

All that hope soon dissipated though, when you heard the sound of blaster fire as you were halfway down the hallway, and Poe’s hand tightened around yours. You didn’t even both looking back as you took off running, and you were glad that the shoes you were wearing were easy to run in. “I think they know who we are!” he said as you tried to stay far enough ahead that no one could follow your movements.

“Really? I hadn’t guessed!”

The sound of blaster fire grew louder, and you knew that you weren’t going to be able to outrun them forever. Poe knew this too, and suddenly he opened the door to what looked like a storage closet and pulled you in. It was dark and cramped, especially because Poe was holding you close to him, so much so that he could probably hear your beating heart.

The two of you waited with bated breath as you listened to what was going on in the hallway, and it seemed that whoever had been chasing you was unaware of this storage closet, because they ran right past it.

You stayed like that for longer than you probably should have, but you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from him. There were a few beams of light that came through the slats in the door, and you could see how he was looking at you. There was a voice in your head that told you to lean in a little closer, to close the gap between you and kiss him, but this was definitely not the time to act on those feelings.

But Poe didn’t seem to have the same nervous voice in his head as you did, because he leaned down and placed his lips on yours. You could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, and you kissed back immediately. Despite the fact that the general would probably scold you about keeping your focus on the task at hand if she could see you right now, you weren’t going to give up an opportunity to kiss him.

When you finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he said suddenly. “And I know this is probably not the time to say it for the first time, but I needed to tell you.”

“I love you too,” you said, leaning in to kiss him again. “But I do think you’re right, and we should probably get back to the ship before someone finds us.”

He laughed. “I think you’re right about that.”

You may have technically failed the mission, but you gained so much more.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

First off congrats on your followers. You deserve so much more as your writing is fabulous. I was wondering if I could request a soft Nat who comforts reader. I’m bad at titles and all I could think of is “chamomile tea”. 🙈🙈 much love to you 💜💜

aww, thank you so much!! you are such a bright spot on my dash and you truly do so much for the fandom 💕💕 i hope you enjoy this!!

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Chamomile Tea

You felt more tired than usual when you opened your eyes one morning, despite the fact that you had gotten a full night’s sleep the day before. But once you sat up in bed and felt a tickle in your throat, you knew that you must have caught some kind of cold, and you sighed, moments before a coughing fit wracked your body. You were sure that Sam could hear you through the wall, as your room was next to his, and you hoped that you didn’t wake him.

Because of the coughing, your throat hurt and your head started to painfully throb. It was like having a bad hangover, but without the fun memories of the previous night to balance out the pain, and you hated it. You should have known that you would get sick eventually, as lately more and more people around you have been falling victim to some unknown ailment, likely a variation of the common cold. You would think that superheroes didn’t get sick, but sadly, the last few weeks had proved that wasn’t the case.

The sound of someone knocking on your door pulled you back to the present, and you coughed once more before speaking. “Who is it?” You recoiled slightly as you heard yourself speak, with a voice that was scratchy and hoarse, and you weren’t even sure the person on the other side of the door had heard you.

“It’s me.” A smiled crossed your face when you heard Natasha’s voice, and quickly croaked out an okay for her to enter. She took one look at you, and her face immediately changed. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, even though you felt far from okay at this point. “I think I caught whatever’s been making its way around the compound,” you said quietly.

Your girlfriend nodded solemnly, and you could see the worry on her face. “You need to rest,” she said. “I’ll get you some water and some breakfast.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to-” you started to say, but another coughing fit stopped your sentence before you had finished it.

“Y/N,” Natasha said with her eyebrows raised. “You’re obviously not feeling well, let me take care of you for a little while.”

“Once I get up I should be okay, and-”

“Y/N.” Her voice was firm and unwavering as she looked at you. You recognized that look: it was the same one she had worn when Tony had spent a week holed up in his lab and the entire team had gone down there to try and convince him to get some rest. “Just stay here, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nodded, partially because you weren’t sure if you had the strength to get out of bed right now. Your entire body felt like it was made of jell-o, your limbs somehow feeling both weightless and too heavy to move at the same time, and you were in no position to get up and continue your day as normal. Natasha knew that from the minute she had stepped in the door, because she had dealt with the same kind of cold last week, and you had taken care of her as she fought it. Now, it was her turn to take care of you.

You waited patiently for Natasha to return, and you almost nodded off right there. But the sound of the door opening once more pulled you away for your half-fallen slumber, and you saw your girlfriend standing in front of you holding a tray, and once you were sitting up a little better, she set up it over your legs. On it was a plate with some fresh fruit and a slice of the banana bread you had made the other day, all soft enough so that you didn’t further irritate your sore throat. “I’m just waiting for the kettle to finish heating up, and then I’ll have some tea for you, okay?”

You nodded, suddenly overcome with emotion. Where had you managed to find such a perfect girlfriend? She leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before leaving the room again to fetch the tea.

“There’s some honey in it,” she said when she returned, placing the mug down on the table by your bed, this way it was out of the way of danger but still within your reach.

“What did I do to deserve you?” you asked softly, and she smiled.

“I think it’s you that I don’t deserve,” was her response. “With all that I’ve done in the past.”

You shook your head, reaching out to gently take her hand. “You are perfect, and I can’t ever imagine my life without you, I’m just trying to figure out how I got this lucky.”

You took the first sips of your tea as she just smiled in response, and you could see the beginning of a tear in her eyes, but you were just telling the truth. Natasha was truly the best thing that had ever happened to you, and this experience just proved it even more.

After you finished your breakfast, Natasha slipped under the covers next to you, and leaned her head on your shoulder. “What are you doing?” you asked. “You’re going to get sick again.”

“I don’t care,” was her response. “I just want to be near you.”

And as the two of you laid there, you knew that you didn’t want to be anywhere else, even if it meant dealing with this horrible cold.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Congratulations on 2k followers - that's so amazing!! Your writing is some of the best I've come across on here and you're always so kind 💜 I would love to request something for Obi-Wan (like you, the Kenobi show has me by a chokehold right now), and maybe the title "After All This Time?" Thank you so much!

thank you so much!! i was literally foaming at the mouth for a chance to write obi-wan, and i absolutely loved your prompt!! this fic takes place all before the events of the show, but it's around the same time.

words: 1,500

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After All This Time

The twin suns of Tatooine were scorching as always, and you kept your hood up as you walked through the streets, barely acknowledging anyone else. You rarely went into town unless you absolutely had to, it was simply too dangerous. You could feel the growing power and malevolence of the Empire even on a planet so remote as this one, and as a Jedi, an appearance in town on the wrong day could cost you your life.

Tossing some money to a vendor who you knew enough to remember what you wanted but not well enough to know your name, you took the bag he handed you with your purchase. You could see some melons at the top, and you nodded politely in thanks before moving on to the other stalls.

You needed a few parts for the speeder you had rescued from a junkyard, so you sought those out next. It was a far cry from the powerful ships and technology you had access to when you lived in the Jedi temple, but that life was long gone now, and there was no way you could return to it. Right now, you were lucky to even have a speeder, even if it was a piece of junk that you were slowly improving day by day.

In the distant sky, you could hear the sound of Imperial ships. They showed up every once in a while, hunting down what was left of the force-sensitive population. You knew that you were probably on a list somewhere, as were any other Jedi who had managed to survive when the clones turned on the temple and wiped out everyone in their path. You didn’t know if there was anyone else left, and you knew that you couldn’t exactly advertise the fact that you were still alive, because it would surely attract the wrong type of attention.

There was another figure speaking to the vendor as you approached your final stop of the day. You couldn’t see his face, but his voice sounded familiar, quiet and reserved as he paid for whatever he had bought and walked away. You made your business quick, keeping your head down as you spoke. The figure you had seen before had disappeared, and you were almost sad about it as you walked back to where you had parked your speeder. It was too dangerous to ever instigate a friendship with anyone at this point, but you would have liked to pretend, even if it was just for a fleeting moment.

The wind whipped around you as you headed back to your house, if it could even be called that. A more apt descriptor would probably be “cave,” though you have tried your best to make this situation bearable. Dropping your bags in a corner, you sat down on one of the natural ledges inside, closing your eyes and calling to the Force so it could flow through you. You had wanted to reach out to any surviving Jedi, and hopefully establish some form of contact, try to see if there was anyone left, even if you were worlds away.

Unfortunately, memories of the past were what flooded your head, and it was painful to relive them, despite the fact that you were watching a much happier version of yourself smile and laugh. These people were long gone now, and even if by some chance one of them survived, there was no way for you to know that.

You were sitting at a bar in Coruscant, drinking away the troubles of a particularly difficult mission, and you felt the presence of a friend next to you. “Be honest, how pitiful do I look?” you asked, downing what was left of your drink before turning to face Obi-Wan.

He laughed. “I’ve seen worse you know.”

“You flatter me Kenobi.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling.” The pet name brought a smile to your face, even if you tried to fight it. A longtime friend and confidant, Obi-Wan Kenobi had seen you at all your lowest moments, and you had seen his as well. You spent so much time together as Padawans that your master and Master Qui-Gon had arranged for some of your training to be done together.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “You know, if you’re going to lie to me, you can at least buy a me another drink.”

The surrounding changed, and you sighed as you stared at the dark walls of the cave you called home. Desperately hoping to find out the fate of your friend, you called out once again through the Force. Though you never wanted to consider the worst, even to see his ghost would have been some comfort, because at least you would have known what happened to him.

Maybe you were growing desperate, the toll of spending so much time by yourself making do in this dark and secluded cave finally getting to you, but the man at the market today almost sounded like Obi-Wan. He would never be here, you thought as you shook your head, and you were convinced that you were finally losing your mind as you laid down to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

***

It wasn’t long before you were once again walking through town, trying to keep yourself away from prying eyes. The meager portions of food you sustained yourself on still only went so far, and the arid desert made it almost impossible for you to survive completely on your own.

You kept watch the for stranger from last time, though you knew it was unlikely to ever see him again. The only faces you saw as you walked through the market were those you didn’t recognize, likely moisture farmers who lived on the other side of the desert. You collected what you needed to, never speaking to another soul if you didn’t have to, and you made your way back to the shaded area where you had parked your speeder.

There was a creature standing right at the entrance to the shaded alcove this time, and a person who had their back to you. “I’m sorry,” you said quietly. “I didn’t know if this was anyone’s space, so I just parked.” The stranger turned around to look at you, and you didn’t even register the words he said in response, because you were overcome with the realization that this was actually no stranger after all. “Obi-Wan?” you couldn’t help your incredulous tone, though you tried to keep your voice as quiet as you could.

“It’s Ben now,” he said sadly, and you could see the beginnings of a tear in his eyes, the eyes that were so much more tired than the last time you had saw him, that you always loved but never had the strength to admit. Your eyes were no drier, and you cried as you realized that you had found the person you spent so much time looking for, by a stroke of luck. “But yes, it’s me.”

Not even bothering to respond, you dropped the bags you were holding on the ground and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tightly. It was a dangerous act, but at that moment you didn’t care. “I’ve spent so much time looking for you,” you said softly, and you felt his arms around you as well. “I thought I would never see you again.”

“I thought you died,” he said after you let go of him, and the tremor in his voice was impossible to miss.

You nodded. “I thought I was all that’s left.” There was a noise outside the alcove where the two of you standing, and you both tensed as you heard it. “Come back with me,” you said quietly. “I have more than enough room, and I don’t want to lose you again.”

He was silent for a few moments before responding. “I don’t know if it’s safe,” he said. “The fact that we’re hiding out on the same planet is bad enough, but in the same place?”

“It’s going to be dangerous wherever we are,” you responded. Maybe it was selfish to push him like this, but you had spent so long wondering if you would ever see him again that you didn’t have it in you to care. “And we can brave it together.” There was so much weight in that word, together. So much that you wanted to tell him, wanted to be with him, and he seemed to understand that your words were not offered without meaning. There was no Jedi Order now, and maybe you could build a life with him that you would have never been able to before, or at least a life in proximity to each other to ease the pain of the reality you now found yourself living.

A smile crossed his face at your words, and he nodded. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Lead the way.”

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hello!! For your celebration I would love to request a Rick Flag Fic with the title "Such A Tease" if that's possible! Thank you and congrats!

thank you so much for the prompt!! i really like this one and i hope you do too :) there is now a second part to this fic, available here!!

words: 1,547

summary: When you disobey direct orders on a mission, Rick makes his displeasure known in a slightly unconventional way.

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Such a Tease

“Captain, come in!” the voice of Rick Flag came through your radio as you approached the outside gates of the enemy base with your squadron. “Are your troops in position?”

“We’re approaching the outer gates on the north side now Colonel,” you said, and the other men all looked to you for direction. “So far we haven’t run into any hostiles.”

“There’s been a change of plan,” Rick said, and you could hear the sound of fighting and chaos in the background. “We were ambushed on the south side of the building, and we need backup.”

“Copy that,” you said. “I’ll send my men around to help you and then I’ll continue with the original plan.”

“No!” you heard him shout. “It’s too dangerous to go forward by yourself-”

But you cut him off. “Colonel, if one of us doesn’t make it into the building to get the intel we came for, this entire mission will be a complete waste of our time.”

“Y/N!” he said, and the use of your name during a mission shocked you. “It’s too risky to try and do this by yourself, you won’t make it.”

“Rick, I need to do this,” you said before turning the radio off, and you knew that Rick was probably incredibly annoyed, wherever he was. You then handed your radio off to one of the other soldiers you were with, and he looked at you with a confused look on his face.

“Captain?” What are you doing?” he asked

You kept your gaze even as you addressed him. “Lieutenant, take the rest of the troops down to the south entrance and help Colonel Flag. You’re in charge from now until you meet up with him and the rest of his troops.”

“But what about you?”

You took a deep breath. “From what I just heard, a majority of the hostiles are at the South entrance of the building, which means that this entrance is likely unguarded.”

“With all due respect Captain,” the lieutenant said, and you knew what was coming out of his mouth next. “The Colonel said to meet him down at the other entrance.”

“The Colonel may mean well, but he’s kidding himself if he thinks we can get out of here on time with this ambush,” you said. “If he asks, tell him what I said, and if you can get Flag and his troops back to the jet safely and I’m not there, don’t worry about coming back for me.”

“But Captain-”

“That’s an order, Lieutenant,” you said, your voice firm. “Now go, we don’t have much time.” He gave you one last look before calling the rest of the men to follow him, and you were left with the task of breaking into the looming building in front of you.

The one advantage you had with this plan was the fact that one person was a lot quieter than an entire squad, and you managed to take out the two guards stationed at the entry point. The halls of the base were empty as you ran through then, trying to keep your footsteps as quiet as possible. It seemed that the rest of the people stationed here were dealing with Rick and the other men at the south entrance of the building, so you didn’t run into any trouble.

You were thankful that the command room only had two men inside, and you took care of them with ease as you headed to the control desk and plugged in the device you had brought. You weren’t picky in the intel you saved onto the drive, because you didn’t have time to review every single file on the database. It would be better to have more information than needed anyway.

It was the loading time that killed you, and you kept an ear out for any more hostiles as you watched the bar on the screen slowly fill up. You wondered how Flag was doing, and you hoped that you would be able to get the information you needed before the rest of the team left. You knew he was probably fuming at your decision to attempt to do this by yourself, and you would have to answer to that when you made it back, but you knew this was the right thing to do.

Right as you pulled the drive from the computer, you heard the door open and you were suddenly faced with five men, guns all pointed at you. “Gentlemen,” you said, tipping an imaginary hat in their direction before pulling out your own gun and pointing it at them. “I think this is all a big misunderstanding.”

But your adversaries didn’t seem to share the same inclinations as you, and soon you were sprinting through the halls of the base, all of them chasing after you. It was incredibly helpful that the control room had two entrances, or you would have been forced to fight.

Gunshots could be heard all through the building as you continued to run, hoping that they weren’t gaining on you. And when you felt someone grab your arm and pull, you almost screamed.

“Shut up!” Rick’s voice hissed, and he pulled you along.

You had no choice but to follow, and as the two of you raced down the hall in the direction that Rick had come in, you had a realization. “I told the lieutenant-”

“He told me about your stupid little idea,” he said venomously as he ran. “And it’s bad enough that you weren’t following my orders!”

“I got the data, so what’s the big deal?”

He didn’t even bother to respond as the two of you continued to run, and eventually you made it back to the jet safely. Your chest heaved as you collapsed onto the floor of the plane and tried to catch your breath, eyes closed as you were sure the other men stared at you. But you didn’t care what they all thought, because you had the data you had come for.

***

You had given your report to Waller and handed over the drive, so you really wanted to just be done with this mission, but you knew that wasn’t the case. Rick would be here any minute, ready to scold you about your dangerous decision and threaten to remove you from future missions entirely. This was not the first time this happened, but you knew he worried about you.

The exact nature of your relationship with Rick was hard to define. You flirted shamelessly with him and he often flirted right back, but neither of you had ever made a move. To you, that was a clear indicator that he was not interested in pursuing a relationship with you, and although you might have liked to be something more with him, you weren’t angry or resentful. You knew that he cared about you, which is why you often ended up on the other end of his lectures when he thought you acted recklessly, but it was never too bad.

When the door to your office opened and Rick stepped in, you immediately stood up and walked over to him. “I know you’re mad right now,” you said quickly. “But if I hadn’t gone off on my own we wouldn’t have the intel we so desperately needed, and-”

The look on his face silenced you, and he drew closer and closer before you really started to wonder what he was doing. You rarely kept the lights in your office on, preferring the natural light that came in through the windows, so the room was already slightly dark as he stared at you, gaze flickering down to your lips.

Your breath hitched as you stared right back at him, and your mind started to wander. In all your flirting, you had never kissed before, and right now you were really thinking about what it would be like to feel his lips on yours. “Y/N,” he said softly, and you were barely inches apart at this point. “Stop talking.”

You shrank slightly under his gaze, and it got a lot harder to keep your more salacious thoughts at bay, especially with the way his hands were resting on your waist. “Sorry.”

“What I wanted to say,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Is that what you did out there was-”

Was he going to kiss you right now? You had been expecting a lecture (not a make out session), but you definitely weren’t complaining. You could hear the voice in your head finish his sentence, filling in words like “heroic,” and “commendable.” You instinctively closed your eyes, waiting for the final moment when his lips would land on yours.

Instead, you could feel him pull away. “Incredibly stupid and reckless,” he said, and you opened your eyes to see him standing there, a devilish smirk on his face. He knew what you were thinking, and this was cruel, even for him.

You didn’t even know what to say in response, but that didn’t matter, because all he did was offer you a wink and then walk back out the door, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, mouth still open in shock. You would definitely be getting him back for that.

- the end - 

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[ghostofskywalker]

If I'm not too late could I make a celebration request for padme amidala x reader, hmm making titles is surprisingly hard but 'I should have known', I don't quiet know about a genre I tend to gravitate more towards angst but you can go wherever you want with this

Congratulations on 2k!! And thank you for all the fics you've written! Seriously though your writing is so engaging and fun 💖 and I love the characters that you write for 🌸💞

hi!! i absolutely loved writing this one, thank you for giving me the chance to write for padmé!! you are always so lovely and it was a joy to write this for you, i ended it definitely on the angsty/sad side :)

words: 1,519

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I Should Have Known

As you stepped off the ship with Master Kenobi, Padmé was waiting there with C-3PO. “Welcome to Naboo, Senator,” she said brightly, pulling you into a hug. “I am so happy you could make it.” 

“Oh, please you don’t have to call me by my title,” you said once she had pulled away from your embrace. You would never admit it, but you secretly wished she had held on to you for a little longer. “We’re not in the Senate chambers right now.” 

She smiled, and you couldn’t help your heart fluttering a little. You had first met Padmé in the halls of the Senate building, and the two of you had become fast friends. Being Coruscant’s Senator meant that you had a lot of people trying to become your friend when you first started working there, but she was one of the only people you felt was actually sincere when she said she wanted to get to know you better. Since then, your feelings for the Naboo Senator had only grown, no matter how much you tried to push them down, and when she invited you to stay at her place and attend a gala on her home planet, you instantly accepted. 

Right as she opened her mouth to respond, a man came up to her. “Senator Amidala, there’s an important call for you,” he said. 

She looked at you with an apologetic look on your face. “I’m so sorry, I should probably see what they want.” 

“Don’t worry about it, go do your job!” you said, waving your hand nonchalantly. You knew how little personal time was taken into account when it came to people wanting to speak with senators, so you completely understood. 

“I’ll have Threepio take you to your room,” she said warmly. “And once you’ve gotten settled in we can get something to eat, alright?” 

You nodded, trying to hide your smile as you registered her words. While you always tried to remain logical and impartial about your feelings most of the time, there were moments in which you allowed yourself to consider the possibility that she was interested in you the same way you were interested in her, and this was one of them.  

She headed off in a different direction as you allowed the gold protocol droid to lead you and Master Kenobi through the winding hallways of her large home. Because of the added danger the war placed on you, and the planet that you served, there was usually at least one Jedi accompanying you on your travels for protection, and Master Kenobi was your favorite. He was kind, wise, and friendly, and you had known him for some time now. He had also figured out your feelings for Padmé, which you weren’t really happy about, but was always kind and encouraging to you and rarely brought it up in conversation. 

“Master Kenobi, your room is next door,” C-3PO said as he stopped in front of a doorway. “And this is your room, Senator.” 

“Thank you,” you said kindly, smiling at the droid. You always treated Republic droids with the utmost respect, something you knew not a lot of people did. It was something you had in common with Padmé actually, and it always warmed your heart when you watched her thank the waitress droids in restaurants or the administration droids in the Senate building, because you always did the same. 

The room was larger than some of the apartments you’ve lived in, and the bed looked like the most comfortable thing in the entire world. You flopped down face first immediately after setting your bags down, marveling at the comfort of the pillows. The journey here had been fairly pleasant, but you were still quite tired from the travel, and you ended up dozing off just moments after getting comfortable. 

***

You didn’t see too much of Padmé until the gala itself, mainly because you were just as busy with your own senatorial duties. But Naboo was a truly beautiful planet, and you spent as much time as you could outside, just admiring the tranquil landscape, a stark contrast from the tall and loud cities of Coruscant.

The dress you were wearing had been commissioned specifically for you by Padmé’s stylists, and they had done an excellent job. Normally you despised formal attire, thinking the best part of any given gala was the time that you could leave and get ready for bed, but this gown was so beautiful you almost never wanted to take it off. 

Padmé looked like a dream herself this evening, in a powder blue dress that took your breath away for a moment and looked like it was made of the softest material in the world. You saw her laughing with a few people you recognized, including Master Skywalker, who you had worked with a few times and was a friend of Master Kenobi’s. She truly made it seem like she was the only person in the room, because her smile made everyone else irrelevant. 

Dinner was quiet, and you incredibly glad to be seated next to Padmé at your table, with Skywalker and Kenobi sitting across from the two of you. But just as most private moments with your friends, it was over too soon as people from all over wanted to speak to you and her about Senate bills and potential alliances once dinner was finished, all things you didn’t really want to think about right now. 

After you managed to pull away from a particularly boring conversation with the Correllian Senator, you craned your neck to try and see where Padmé was, eventually growing worried when you couldn’t find her among the crowd. You didn’t see Master Skywalker either, and you were worried that something had happened and they might need your help. Maybe you should have gone up to Master Kenobi and asked if he knew anything, or seen if he could contact his fellow Jedi and find out if they needed help, but you didn’t think to do that in the moment. Instead, you began to wander the halls of the building.

You heard the sound of Padmé’s laugh coming from a room at the end of the hallway, and you quietly walked by to see what she was doing. But you almost wished you had never started looking for her, because when you finally found her, you felt your heart drop to the ground. 

She was kissing Anakin Skywalker, practically making out with him in that empty room, and you quickly ducked out of their view to avoid the confrontation that would arise if either one of them had seen or heard you. It felt like your heart had truly fallen out of your chest as you took in the sight, because of course Padmé wouldn’t be interested in you when someone like Skywalker was an option. You thought that Jedi weren’t allowed to have attachments anyway, and if that was true, it meant that they were both breaking quite a few rules right now. 

Taking a deep breath and trying not to let tears slip from your eyes, you walked back into the ballroom and plastered a fake smile on your face. All you really wanted was to go to sleep at this point, because tonight was now shaping up to be a night you never wanted to remember, but you couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye (as much as you wanted to). 

You had already downed two drinks by the time anyone spoke to you again, but you were relieved when you realized it was just Master Kenobi that had approached you. “Have you seen Anakin?” he asked. “He isn’t picking up his comm.” 

You could tell him the truth, that you did in fact see Anakin, in a rather private lip lock with the woman of your dreams, but you couldn’t bring yourself to admit it. If he made Padmé truly happy, who were you to get in the way of that? And who’s to say Padmé would even speak to you again if she found out you were the one who ruined her relationship with the Jedi? 

“No I haven’t seen him,” you said in response, shaking your head and hoping you looked convincing enough. “Have you seen Padmé?” 

You already knew the answer to your question, but you wanted to see what he would say. “I haven’t,” was his response. “Is everything alright?”

“I was going to go back to my room and I wanted to say goodbye to her,” you said, hoping he didn’t ask why you wanted to leave. 

Thankfully, no further questions were asked (and Master Kenobi promised to tell Padmé that you had left), and you soon slipped away from the gala, incredibly thankful when you were once again alone in your room. You barely bothered to change your clothes before you had collapsed onto the bed, silent tears streaming down your face as you grieved the love you could have had with Padmé, trying to come to terms with the fact that you would have to find happiness without her.

- the end -

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hi Tori! For your celebration I was wondering if a could please request something for either Poe, Obi-Wan, or Daniel (dealer’s choice!). For the title I was thinking something like “fighting for us” - sorry titles aren’t my strong suit lol! Hope you have a lovely day! 💕

hi!! i chose to do this with daniel because i just love him so much, i hope you enjoy it :)

also fulfills the square "kiss me" for my @agentcarterbingo board

words: 1,360

summary: You shouldn’t be sad about going on a date, especially with the cute stranger from the diner you eat lunch at. But you have your heart set on a certain SSR Chief, whether you want to admit it or not.

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Fighting For Us

“Why the long face, Miss L/N?” Jarvis asked as you stepped into the kitchen one morning. “Is something bothering you?”

You shook your head as you sat down at the table. “Not really, I’m just a little nervous about tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“I have a date,” you elaborated, and Jarvis smiled. “I met him at the automat the other day.”

“That’s splendid news!” Jarvis said, but you weren’t sure your heart was in it. “But are you sure you’re alright? It still seems like something is bothering you.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “I guess I don’t know if I really want to go.”

“Ah,” was his response. “Would this have anything to do with your attachment to a certain SSR Chief?”

Instantly, you were on the defensive. “No!”

But obviously, Jarvis didn’t buy it. “I see.”

“I just don’t know if I want to date right now,” you said, putting your head in your hands. “But I know I need to just go and see if I like this man.”

“You do not have to do anything you do not wish to,” Jarvis said. “But I would say, as much as you do not want to admit it, that your aversion to new relationships may be stemming from the fact that you have feelings for Chief Sousa.”

“Even if I did like Daniel like that, I’m sure he’s not interested in me,” you said, not looking up at the butler, and he made a small noise of indignation in response. “Don’t look at me like that, I can feel the disappointment radiating off you.”

“Miss L/N, I am simply shocked at your assertion that Chief Sousa does not feel the same way about you that you feel about him. I thought it was quite obvious, with the way he is always staring at you.”

“Are we talking about the same person?” you asked, looking up at him with a confused expression. “Because I don't’ think Daniel has ever stared at me.”

“Then you are just as oblivious to his feelings as he is to yours,” was Jarvis’ response. “And the only way for you to fix that would be to tell him how you feel.”

You sighed. “Do I have to?”

“If you want to stop going on dates with random men you obviously don’t feel anything for, you do. But it is truly your decision.”

You could only sigh once more in response.

***

As it happened, Peggy and Daniel stopped by as you were getting ready for your date to ask for help on a case. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and ever since you found yourself embroiled in the Isodyne case last year, you had worked closely with the SSR several times, as did Jarvis and Howard, who you worked for.

You were standing in the hallway when you heard Jarvis answer the door, and you stopped where you were, wondering who had arrived at the house. You were dressed but not completely ready yet, and you didn’t think your date would be this early. “Agents, come right in!” you heard Jarvis say, providing some answers to your wonders, and the voices of Peggy and Daniel thanked him.

You let out a small sigh of relief, and stayed where you were to try and see what they wanted. “Is Y/N here?” Peggy asked.

“Miss L/N is currently getting ready for a date this evening, but she’ll be here for a little while longer if there is a pressing matter you need help with,” Jarvis responded.

“A date?” you heard Daniel say, and if you didn’t know any better you would say you could detect a hint of jealousy in his voice. “With who?”

“A gentleman that she met at the automat I believe,” Jarvis said. “But I don’t know how much interest she has in going.”

“Why?” Peggy asked, and you just stayed where you were, worried that if they heard your footsteps upstairs they would stop talking, and you were interested in what was being said.

“I don’t know,” Jarvis said, and you were grateful that he was willing to lie to Daniel for you, because you knew he knew the truth. “But I guess we’ll see how her date goes tonight.”

Right after he said that the doorbell rang again, and your eyes widened when you realized it must be him. Quickly you raced to the nearby bathroom and started to finish getting ready. You could still hear the voices from downstairs, but slightly more muffled.

“Good evening!” you heard Jarvis say.

“Is Y/N here?” you heard the voice of your date.

You expected Jarvis to respond, so when Daniel did, you were shocked. He said that he would go get you, and you tried to act natural as you heard his footsteps ascend the stairs and he stepped into the bathroom. “How did you find me?” you asked, a feeble attempt at a joke (because you had left the door open in your haste to walk in and the light made it even more obvious).

“Wasn’t hard,” was Daniel’s response. “Your date for the evening is here.”

“I know,” you said quietly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice softer than before. “When Jarvis said you weren’t really interested I thought he was exaggerating, but if you don’t want to go I’ll go tell him-”

“No, it’s not that,” you said, shaking your head.

“Then what is it?”

The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. “He’s not you.” Oh shit. You didn’t meant to say that, but you did and now you would have to deal with it. “I’m sorry,” you said quickly, trying to not cause more damage than you already have. “I’ll just-”

“Y/N,” he said, cutting you off as he quietly closed the door to the bathroom, just in case someone else came looking for you. “What did you mean he’s not me?”

Well, it was now or never (unless you somehow managed to spontaneously combust at the moment). You took a deep breath before responding. “I mean that I’ve liked you for a while now,” you said. “And I know you don’t feel the same way so I was trying to put myself out there-”

Once again, he cut you off. “What made you think I didn’t feel the same way?”

“Well, I don’t know, I just didn’t think you’d be interested in someone like me.”

“Y/N, I don’t know where you got that notion,” he said, moving closer to you so that you were now almost inches apart from each other. “But I am very interested.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

A bit of bravery coursed through your system. “Why don’t you prove it then?” you whispered. “Kiss me.”

“Gladly,” was his response, and before you knew it his lips were on yours. It was everything you’d ever dreamed it to be, and you really didn’t want to let go of this moment.

When you finally broke apart, you smiled at him. “I definitely don’t want to go on that date now,” you said softly.

“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “I’ll tell him you’re not feeling well, alright? And if he tries to fight, I’ll take him down, don’t worry.” You laughed at his words, and his smile only grew bigger.

Daniel headed back down the stairs, and you could hear the hushed voices of the conversation as he explained that you weren’t feeling well. You let out a breath of relief when you heard Peggy and Daniel close the door as your date left, and you slowly made your way down the stairs.

By the looks on both Jarvis and Peggy’s faces, they knew exactly why you had just sent the other man away, but they didn’t say anything. “Well, since we know you have the evening free now, can you help us with this case?” Peggy asked.

“Of course,” was your response, and you felt Daniel take your hand as you all headed to the kitchen. You knew you would have to tell Jarvis all the details later, but right now you were perfectly content where you were.

- the end - 

#tori’s 2k celebration 🦀 #rita 🌸 #daniel sousa #daniel sousa x reader #agent carter #acb2022 #daniel sousa fanfiction

[ghostofskywalker]

Hwllo! Congrats on hitting 2k followers!! 🎉 May I please request a Steve Rogers x fem!Reader ficlet with the title Sunshine of Your Smile (genre: fluff)?

thank you so much for the prompt!! i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 641

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Sunshine of Your Smile

A particularly loud clap of thunder rumbled over the house as you were eating breakfast, and as if on cue, all the lights in the house flickered. You knew what that meant, if the storm continued there was a very big chance you would lose power completely. Thankfully your husband had just returned from a mission two days ago, so at least you didn’t have to worry about his safety. You were hoping to have a quiet day today, but the weather might be the one making that decision for you.

You could hear the sound of the sky opening up and rain beginning to pour outside right as Steve emerged from the hallway, obviously having just woken up himself. “Morning honey,” he said quietly as he kissed you gently on the head, his voice still slightly husky from sleep. 

“Morning,” you said quietly, taking another sip of your coffee. “I think the storm’s going to be here all day and the lights already flickered, I wouldn’t be surprised if we lose power.” 

Steve grimaced. “I hope we don’t, but you’re probably right.” 

As if the universe decided to taunt you at that very moment, another clap of thunder rumbled overhead, so loud that you could swear you felt the house shake a little. The storm must be right on top of you at this point, and you and Steve stared at each other quietly as you waited for something to happen. 

After a few moments, it was Steve that broke the silence. “I think we might be okay-” 

He didn’t even get to finish that sentence before the lights went out, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little at the situation. “How long do you think we’ll be stuck like this?” you asked. 

Since it was early morning, there was still some light coming through the windows, but the sky was eerily dark. You watched Steve as he sighed, considering your question. “I think we might be without power for a while,” he said pensively. “Because once the storm ends they still have to send people out to figure out what the problem is before they can fix it.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I would be willing to bet we’re stuck like this for at least a day or two, so there goes all our plans that involve electricity.”

“Is there something you had wanted to do today?” 

You nodded. “I thought we could have a movie day and order something for dinner, but I doubt any restaurant near here is going to be delivering in this weather, and without power we can’t watch anything.” 

“What should we do in the meantime?” Steve asked. 

“I don’t think we can do anything but sit and relax,” you said. “Which is good in a way, because I wanted to cuddle with you anyway.” 

Steve smiled as you got up from the table and leaning in to kiss him softly on the lips. “I think that sounds like a perfect way to spend the day,” he said. “No matter how long we’re stuck in the dark.”

You settled almost immediately on the couch, and the feeling of his arms around you as you laid your head on his chest was one of your favorite things in the entire world. “I’m sorry we couldn’t do something more interesting today,” you said softly. “The weather kind of got in the way.” 

“I don’t really care,” he said, and you felt him softly kiss the top of your head. “I don’t need the sky to be bright all the time, especially when I have you and your smile to cheer me up.” 

“You’re such a sap, you know that?” 

Steve laughed. “Yeah, but you love me anyway.” 

You laughed too as you snuggled closer to him, because you knew you could never argue with that logic.

- the end -

#tori’s 2k celebration 🦀 #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x female reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel x reader

[ghostofskywalker]

"that marvel anon" has returned with another thought: I'm only a fool for you ft. peggysous or Sousa/reader

i now return to my humble cave and hope to have another stupid title tomorrow (also feel free for modifications to the title it feels long and clunky but you get the idea :> )

hello!! i went with daniel xreader for this, i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 1,117

summary: this was a bad idea, coming out to los angeles to help with a case. but you didn't really think about it until it was too late.

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Only A Fool For You

You knew who would be greeting you as you stepped into the bullpen of the LA SSR, but you didn’t know if you were ready to face him. Apparently some part of you had decided that you were ready, because you had accepted the assignment from Jack when it was offered to you, but you were clearly not in the same mindset right now that you were in three days ago.

Traveling all the way across the country to help your ex-boyfriend solve a string of grisly murders wasn’t exactly your idea of a good time, but you tried to keep your face neutral nonetheless as you stepped into the lobby of the Auerbach Theatrical Agency.

“Y/N!” Rose smiled as she saw you, and she got up to give you a hug as you stepped closer. “Jack told me you would be here soon, it’s so nice to see you again!”

You smiled back at her, trying to keep your nerves to yourself. “Does everyone know I’m the one who’s been sent to help with this case?” The question was phrased in a way that you hoped seemed nothing but casual, but a lot was riding on the way Rose answered it.

“I don’t think so,” she said quietly, catching on to your implication almost immediately. “Jack called me while you were on the plane, but other than that I had no idea who would be arriving to help with the case.”

You nodded, trying not to let any fear come through on your expression. The way you had parted was amicable (though if you were the one making the decision you wouldn’t have wanted to end things), but you still worried about the reaction you would receive when you walked through that door. A part of you hoped that he would be nothing but professional about it, even if the idea of being acknowledged like nothing but another agent when you had so much history together might be worse than if he kicked you out of the agency on sight.

You knew him better than that though, and just as you expected, the actual reaction was somewhere in the middle. Daniel stiffened when he saw you walk into the bullpen, and you tried to keep your face neutral. “I’m so sorry if Jack didn’t tell you he was sending me,” you said, hoping to just get this moment over as soon as possible. “I can just-”

“No, no it’s fine,” Daniel said, and even though the exchange might have seemed normal to an outsider (if not a little confusing), you knew he was trying to hide his emotions just as much as you were. “We need all the help we can get with this case.”

He introduced you to the other agents around the office, and they were generally welcoming to you. It soon became clear that Daniel looked more carefree out here, especially with the Hawaiian shirt under his jacket and the slight tan to his skin. The sunny weather and calmer atmosphere had clearly been good for him, and you were sorry that you might have screwed some of his relaxation up just by being here (when you got back to New York, Jack was going to hear it from you for even suggesting this).

He gave you a little desk of your own in the office, and the conversation had all but dissipated when you looked him in the eye. “Daniel?” It was the first time you’d said his name in quite some time, and you had almost forgotten how perfect it felt coming from your lips. “Can we talk? Later, I mean, but I don’t want to have to act like I’m walking on eggshells around you.”

He looked unsure of himself, but eventually your question was answered with a small nod. “I’m working the night shift tonight, so I can’t exactly leave, but you’re welcome to stay.”

***

By five thirty, the office was completely cleared out. You expected another agent to be working the night shift with Daniel, like how it had always been in New York, but apparently they hadn’t felt the need to have two people on the clock out here.

It took another half hour for you to pluck up the courage to approach Daniel’s office, and when you finally did, he invited you in. He had treated you today like any other agent, but also in such a friendly manner, and it was honestly excruciating. How could you turn around and call him Chief Sousa even when no one else was listening, when your fondest memories included kissing him on your couch to the sounds of Benny Goodman’s clarinet on the radio?

You wondered if you were going to have to start the conversation (and what you would even say), but thankfully Daniel was the one who spoke first. “I need to apologize to you,” he said. “For the way we left things. Jack has told me enough times that I screwed up, and I want to apologize.”

There were so many other things you could have said, but you desperately wanted to know one thing and one thing only. “Why did you break it off? I thought we were good, you and me.”

“We were,” he said. “But I had just been told they were considering me for the job out here, and I acted like a coward.”

“Did you think I wouldn’t come with you?”

“That never once crossed my mind,” he said. “But I was scared to death of losing you the way Dooley lost touch with his wife. For as long as I knew him, he had never had a good relationship with her, and it all came down his workload as the chief of the SSR. I didn’t want to push you away because of the extra stresses that being chief came with.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice quiet as you processed his words.

“I thought I was doing what was best for you, but as I’ve been informed several times, I messed up.” That sentence coaxed a small laugh from you, and he smiled slightly. “I know you’re only here for as long as it takes to solve this case, but can I take you out for a drink one night? It doesn’t have to be anything serious, but I’ve really missed you.”

“Of course,” you said, a small smile on your face. “How about tomorrow, if you’re not working the night shift again.”

“That sounds perfect.”

That night, as you laid in your hotel room bed, you couldn’t help but wonder what Jack would say if you asked to transfer permanently to the LA office.

- the end - 

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Oh I love your title celebration idea. I would love our SSR trio or Peggysous. The title is "French Fries and Pie"

thank you for the prompt!! i chose to do this with the ssr trio, i hope you enjoy it :) 

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French Fries and Pie

The sun had long since set by the time Peggy, Daniel, and Jack looked up from their stacks of files for the first time in hours. Saddled with a surprise audit from the Department of War (one that was actually following protocol and not just a tool to get them to back off a case), the three of them were stuck reorganizing all the files and finding the cases that the higher ups had asked for.

“You know, this wouldn’t be an issue if we had just done this last year,” Daniel said, trying to stifle a yawn as he stared at the stacks of files that were littered across the desks and floors of the bullpen.

Jack turned around from where he was sitting to raise his eyebrows at his friend. “With everything else that came with merging the two offices, you think this should have been added to the docket too?”

Peggy sighed, and the pile of folders around her almost obscured her presence from where Jack was sitting. “Daniel’s right,” she said. “Even if we tried to fix the filing system when everything was brought over, we would still be going through it now to find the cases they’re asking for.”

They were all silent as they went back to work, knowing that they were stuck like this until the job was done. When the New York and the Los Angeles Offices merged, the three of them technically all held the title of “chief,” or at least the agents referred to them that way. Daniel’s name was still on the door, but it was just as much Peggy and Jack’s office as it was his, and they had even done a little remodeling so they could fit all three of them in there. Unfortunately, the scale of this job was just a little too much to comfortably be done in the office, hence why they were sprawled out in the bullpen in the middle of the night.

“You know who’s fault this is?” Jack asked, cutting the silence. “Krzeminski’s. He could never file his damn paperwork right, and the New York archives were a mess!”

Peggy bit back a laugh, because she knew that he was right, and Daniel nodded before responding. “I hate to speak ill of the dead, but I think you’re right.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” Jack said, closing up the file he was looking at. “I’m gonna get us something to eat.”

“Is there anything that’s still open?” Peggy asked. She was hungry too, but the clock had just struck midnight, and LA wasn’t as lively as New York was.

“I think there’s an automat a block away that might be still open,” Daniel said. “I got sandwiches there a lot while I first moved here.”

“I’ll take a look around,” Jack said. “I want a burger, what do you want?”

“That’s fine with me,” Peggy said, and Daniel nodded. “Are you getting french fries?”

Jack nodded. “Yeah, do you want anything else?”

Peggy started to speak, but then shook her head. She had a lot of work to do, and they really needed to wrap as much of it up before the agents started trickling in the next morning (she had given up on hoping for any sleep tonight at this point).

As Jack left, her and Daniel went back to the piles of folders before them. Slowly, it became a little easier to see the end of their task, but it was still a Sisyphean endeavor. So when the phone rang and broke the silence, she jumped to answer it. “SSR Los Angeles, Agent Carter speaking.”

“Hey,” Jack’s voice came thorough the phone, and Peggy’s thoughts immediately took a turn for the worst. Did he get into an accident? Did something happen? “I just put the order in for food, but they said it’s going to be about 15 minutes. I was originally calling to let you know not to worry, but as I walked outside to the phone I had an idea. Do you and Sousa want to meet me here and eat? Get away from the office for a bit?”

“I don’t know,” Peggy said, looking around at the mess around her. “We still have a lot to get through.”

“Come on Marge,” Jack said. “I know you’re both losing your minds back there, and I don’t want to have to go through this again in a year because we realize we did something wrong.”

Peggy sighed in response, she knew he was right. “Fine,” she said, but in reality she was excited to get away from the looming bore of paperwork. “We’ll meet you there. And order me a slice of apple pie while you wait, will you?”

Jack laughed. “You got it. I’ll see you both in a little bit.”

Daniel looked utterly relieved at the idea of getting away for a little while, and Peggy had to admit she felt it too. And the prospect of hot food and good apple pie just added to that feeling.

- the end -

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