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Levin, an energetic four year old, had always been curious, his eyes observing the world with an innocence and wonder that often left Natasha and Y/N in thoughtful silence.

One evening, as the golden hues of sunset filled their cozy living room, Levin climbed onto the sofa where Natasha was sitting, a serious look on his tiny face.

"Natasha, why don't you have parents?" Levin's question was simple, but it held the weight of a child trying to make sense of the complex tapestry of relationships that surrounded him.

Natasha smiled softly, ruffling Levin's hair. "I do have parents, Levin. Melina and Alexei. You've met them, remember?"

Levin's brow furrowed in thought, recalling the faces of the couple he had met. "But you don't call them mommy or daddy," he pointed out, his voice tinged with confusion.

"That's true," Natasha acknowledged, her voice gentle. "But they are Yelena and my parents. They adopted us."

Levin's face scrunched up as he tried to pronounce the unfamiliar word. "What's ao... Ado... Adoption?"

Natasha chuckled at his earnest attempt. "Adoption, Levin. It means that my parents didn't have me from the moment I was born, but they chose me later on."

"Chose you?" Levin's eyes widened, the concept dawning on him.

"Yes," Natasha nodded, her heart swelling with the love she had received from her adoptive parents.

"They chose to raise me, to love me, and to care for me, just like parents do. So, they are my parents, even if it's in a different way."

Levin pondered this for a moment, then his face lit up with understanding. "With Aunt Yelena too?"

Natasha's smile broadened, her heart warmed by the innocence of Levin's questions. "Yes, with Aunt Yelena too."

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A few days later, the atmosphere in their home was filled with the mundane yet comforting rhythm of daily life. Levin sat on the floor, deeply engrossed in his play, while Y/N busied herself with laundry. The tranquility was broken by Levin's small, thoughtful voice.

"Mommy, why isn't Natasha choosing me?" he asked, his brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

Y/N paused, the laundry forgotten in her hands, as she turned to face her son, trying to decipher his question. "What do you mean, honey?" she asked gently.

Levin looked up from his toys, his expression earnest. "Melina and Alexei chose Natasha and Aunt Yelena. Why is Natasha not choosing me?"

Realization dawned on Y/N, and she knelt down beside Levin, her heart aching slightly at his innocent misunderstanding.

"But she did choose you, honey," she assured him, her voice soft but firm.

Levin shook his head, his small face clouding over with sadness. "No, she didn't," he insisted, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Why do you think that?" Y/N prodded carefully, wanting to understand the root of Levin's concerns.

Levin's eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears. "I asked Aunt Yelena, and she said Natasha did choose me. But..." His voice trailed off, the unspoken fear evident in his eyes.

"Do you mean Nat didn't adopt you?" Y/N clarified, her heart going out to her son.

Levin nodded, his lower lip trembling as the full weight of his thoughts seemed to press down on him.Y/N smiled softly, reaching out to wrap Levin in a warm embrace.

"Levin, Natasha loves you, adoption or not. You're very special to her, just as you are to me," she reassured him, her voice imbued with all the love she felt.

Levin was about to cry, his small body tense with the effort of holding back tears, when Natasha walked in.

Her smile was soft and welcoming as she took in the sight of her favorite people, but it faltered when she saw Levin on the verge of tears.

"What's wrong?" Natasha asked, her tone laced with concern as she approached them.Levin looked up at Natasha, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and sadness.

"I want you to choose me, but you don't," he said, his voice quivering with emotion.

Natasha's confusion was palpable. She looked from Levin to Y/N, seeking an explanation.

As Y/N was about to speak, Natasha's memory flashed back to her tender conversation with Levin a few days ago. Understanding dawned on her, and she smiled reassuringly at Levin.

"Левин, мед, do you want me to adopt you?" Natasha asked, her voice gentle, using the affectionate Russian term for "honey" to express her warmth and care.

Levin's response was a tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked up at Natasha with a vulnerability that tugged at her heartstrings. He nodded, his whisper barely audible, "I want you to be my mommy too."

Y/N, witnessing this exchange, felt a swell of happiness so strong it threatened to burst forth. She bit her lip, smiling, doing her best to contain her emotions so as not to disrupt the poignant moment unfolding before her.

Natasha's smile widened, her heart full at Levin's request. "Of course, I'll be that if that's what you want," she said, her voice laced with a promise. "I love you so much, Levin."

Levin's eyes, filled with hope and a touch of disbelief at the unfolding reality, met Natasha's. "Really?" he asked, his voice a mix of hope and uncertainty.

"Really," Natasha affirmed, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "Being a family doesn't always need papers and formalities, but if it makes you feel happy and secure, I'll do anything. You, me, and your mommy, we're already a family, but if you want to make it official, then we will."

"Does that mean you'll be my mommy for always?" Levin's question was tinged with the earnestness that only a child's perspective could bring.

"Always," Natasha promised, her voice firm yet tender. "I've been here for you, and I always will be, no matter what. We'll talk about it more and figure out how to make it official, okay?"

Levin nodded, a small smile beginning to break through his tears, a mix of relief and joy lighting up his face. "Okay," he whispered, the weight of his earlier sadness lifting in the warmth of the love and assurance he received.

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Ghost of you

Inspired by ghost of you by 5 seconds of summer

The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the empty side of the bed. Y/N lay there, her eyes tracing the contours of the sheets where Natasha used to sleep. It had been months since Natasha had sacrificed herself for the greater good, leaving a void in Y/N's heart that seemed to grow with each passing day. Sleeping on Natasha's side of the bed still seemed so impossible to Y/N, as if would make everything more real, as if the last bit of hope, that Natasha would magically walk through the door any minute, would dissappear.

Y/N's fingers unconsciously twirled the engagement ring on her finger, a constant reminder of a future that would never be. It was a simple band, nothing too extravagant, but it held a universe of memories and promises. Natasha had slipped it on her finger with a smile that lit up her entire being, a smile that Y/N yearned to see just one more time.

Each morning was a battle, a struggle to rise and face a world that no longer held her soulmate. Y/N would lay there, hoping for a few more moments of sleep, a few more moments in a dream where Natasha's laughter filled the room, where her touch was warm and real.

The kitchen was a shrine to their shared moments. Y/N's gaze fell upon the coffee cup that still sat where Natasha had left it. The lipstick stain, once a vivid reminder of their morning rituals, had faded with time, much like the sound of Natasha's voice in her memories.

In her solitude, Y/N found herself dancing through the halls of their home, her movements a mix of grace and desperation. It was in these moments, twirling alone yet feeling Natasha's presence, that Y/N could almost believe she was fine. Almost. But the truth was harder to swallow, like a shot of bitter reality, reminding her that she was dancing with a ghost.

On a particularly difficult day, while cleaning, Y/N stumbled upon an old Led Zeppelin shirt – the one Natasha had worn when she impulsively ran away from a fight they'd had, a rare moment of vulnerability from the otherwise indomitable spy. It still carried a faint scent of her, a mix of her perfume and the battles they had faced together.

Their love had been intense and all-consuming, a fiery dance of two souls too young and too impulsive to understand the depth of their feelings. They were reckless, passionate, and utterly devoted. Y/N remembered Natasha's laughter, her fierce protectiveness, and the way her eyes softened only for her.

As night fell, Y/N sat alone in the silence of the room they once shared, the ring on her finger a cold but comforting weight. She whispered into the emptiness, recounting her day as if Natasha could hear her, as if she would walk through the door any minute, smile and say everything would be alright.

But the room remained empty, and Y/N's heart ached with the weight of her unshed tears. She knew she was too young, too naive to have understood the true cost of love. Yet, even in her deepest sorrow, she knew she would never regret a single moment spent with Natasha. For in those moments, she had known true love, fierce and unyielding.

And as Y/N drifted to sleep, she clung to the hope that in her dreams, she would find Natasha waiting for her, ready to dance through the echoes of their love once more.

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Culinary troubles

Y/N pushed the door open, her keys jingling as she tossed them onto the small table by the entrance. The familiar comfort of home embraced her, but something was amiss. A peculiar scent wafted through the air, one that didn't quite belong in the cozy apartment she shared with Natasha.

"Nat?" Y/N called out, her voice laced with curiosity. She hung her coat and ventured further inside, the smell growing stronger, oddly reminiscent of... charred food?

In the kitchen, she found Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend in both life and love, standing amidst a culinary catastrophe. The stove was a mess, pots and pans lay abandoned, and in the midst of it all, Natasha looked both sheepish and slightly amused.

Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Nat, what happened here? It looks like a war zone."

Natasha turned, her green eyes twinkling with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "I may have underestimated the complexity of cooking noodles."

"Cooking...noodles?" Y/N echoed incredulously, stepping closer.

"How do you burn noodles?"

"It's a talent," Natasha replied dryly, gesturing towards a pot that contained what used to be pasta, now an unrecognizable charred mass.Y/N peered into the pot, her eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"This was pasta? Really, Nat, I thought you were a master of all trades."

"I'm a master spy, not a master chef," Natasha countered, her lips curving into a smile.

Y/N leaned against the counter, her amusement clear. "I see that now. So, what was the plan? Romantic dinner?"

Natasha sighed, leaning back against the opposite counter, facing Y/N. "I wanted to surprise you. You've been working so hard lately, and I thought a nice dinner might be... well, nice."

Y/N's heart warmed at the sentiment. She crossed the kitchen, taking Natasha's hands in hers. "It's the thought that counts, right? But maybe next time, we stick to something you can't burn."

"Like what? Peanut butter and jelly sandiwches?" Natasha teased.

"Exactly. PJ sandwiches are safe. PJ sandwiches are our friends," Y/N joked, pulling Natasha into a hug.

Natasha wrapped her arms around Y/N, resting her head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry about the mess. And the lack of dinner."

"Don't be," Y/N reassured her. "This is going to be a great story to tell. 'The day Natasha Romanoff burned water.'"

Natasha chuckled, the sound muffled against Y/N's shoulder. "I'll never live this down, will I?"

"Not a chance," Y/N grinned, pulling back to look into Natasha's eyes. "But that's okay. It's these little moments that make life with you so interesting."

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Secret Parentage pt. 3

I was bored on the drive home so I decided to do a part 3

natasha x reader

kate x yelena

Chapter 3: A New Beginning, A Fragile Hope

Y/N sighed, a mix of skepticism and hope in her eyes, as she murmured almost inaudibly, "We'll see about that."

Natasha glanced back, her expression briefly faltering at Y/N's comment, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerability she usually kept so well hidden. The weight of Y/N's guarded trust pressed heavily on her, a reminder of the long road ahead.

As they arrived at Y/N's place, Natasha was quick to help. She carefully lifted the car seat with Elena still nestled inside and gathered Y/N's belongings, allowing Y/N to lead the way up the stairs to her apartment. Natasha's usual smooth, confident stride was replaced with a cautious tread, her every move calculated to ensure the baby's comfort.

As they ascended, Natasha began to speak, her voice a mix of concern and barely-contained excitement. "If you need anything for yourself or Elena, just let me know. I can go out and get it, no problem. Diapers, formula, anything at all." She paused, adding, "Or even just some fresh air. I'm here to help, Y/N."

Y/N, however, seemed unimpressed, rolling her eyes at Natasha's offer and continuing her walk in silence. Natasha, undeterred, followed closely behind, her eyes never leaving the baby.

Once they reached the apartment, Natasha hesitated at the door, the question on the tip of her tongue. "Do you...do you want me to stay the night? I can sleep on the couch, of course. Just in case Elena wakes up, I can help."

At this, Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face Natasha with a cold, distant look in her eyes. "No," she said flatly, the single word cutting through the air like a knife. Without another word, she continued into the apartment, leaving Natasha standing in the doorway.

Taking the car seat from Natasha, Y/N placed it gently on the table and carefully lifted Elena out, holding her close to her chest. Natasha, now inside the apartment, looked around awkwardly, the silence between them growing heavier by the second.

"I'm just trying to help, Y/N," Natasha finally said, her voice low and earnest. She was trying to bridge the gap between them, but the space felt insurmountable.

Y/N's response was clipped, a sharp edge to her words. "That's nice, but I'm good without your help."

As Y/N muttered something under her breath about probably having to get used to managing alone sooner or later, Natasha pretended not to hear it. But the words stung, burrowing deep into her heart. She had hoped for a chance to prove herself, to show that she was more than her past mistakes. Yet, here she was, feeling like an outsider in her own child's life.

This was going to be harder than Natasha had thought. The realization settled in, a heavy, unwelcome guest. She knew the journey to earn Y/N's trust and to be a part of Elena's life wouldn't be easy, but the reality of it was far more challenging than she had anticipated.

Natasha's gaze lingered on Y/N and Elena, a picture of tenderness and strength. She yearned to be a part of that picture, to contribute to the warmth and security that enveloped them. But for now, she was on the outside, looking in, her heart aching with a mix of love and regret.

The room was filled with a quiet tension, a silent battle of wills and emotions. Natasha, despite her best efforts, felt like she was walking on thin ice, each word and action meticulously weighed for fear of causing further rifts.

As Y/N continued to care for Elena, Natasha's mind raced with thoughts and plans, each more desperate than the last to find a way into their lives. But as she watched the mother and daughter, a deep understanding settled within her. This wasn't about grand gestures or proving herself in a single moment. It was about patience, consistency, and the slow, steady building of trust.

With a heavy heart, Natasha took a step back, both physically and metaphorically. She knew she needed to give Y/N space, to respect her boundaries, and to be there when Y/N was ready to let her in. It was a difficult pill to swallow.

Natasha bit her lip, a gesture of uncertainty, before she made her way over to Y/N. She was acutely aware of the tension in the air, the invisible barrier that Y/N had erected between them. As she approached, Natasha noticed Y/N's subtle but definite tensing, a silent but clear indication of her discomfort. The ache in Natasha's heart grew, but she tried to push it aside, focusing instead on the reason she was there.

Standing a respectful distance away, Natasha looked down at her newborn daughter, her eyes softening with an emotion so deep and pure. "Goodbye, little one," she whispered, her voice filled with a tenderness that was reserved only for Elena. Her gaze then shifted to Y/N, and she offered a quiet, "Bye, Y/N," her voice barely more than a murmur.

Y/N offered nothing more than a nod in response, her expression guarded, her eyes revealing a storm of emotions she wasn't ready to share.

With a heavy heart, Natasha turned and left the apartment, the sound of the door closing echoing in the silent hallway. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. The reality of the situation was hitting her harder than she had anticipated. Natasha needed to talk, to vent, to seek advice, and despite her frustration, there were only two people she could turn to - Yelena and Kate. They were the only ones who knew the whole story, the only ones who could possibly understand the tumultuous emotions she was grappling with.

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Christmas

Natasha x reader

The snow crunched softly under their feet, the city lights twinkling like a constellation of earthly stars. Natasha walked hand in hand with her girlfriend, Y/N, and her four-year-old son, Alex. It was Christmas Eve, and the city was a spectacle of festive lights and decorations.

Y/N squeezed Natasha's hand, a knowing smile on her lips. "Look at this one, Alex," she pointed to a house adorned with shimmering lights and a life-sized Santa.

Alex's eyes widened with childlike wonder. He tugged at Natasha's coat. "Mama, look!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly.

Natasha's heart skipped a beat. 'Mama.' The word echoed in her ears, a sweet melody she never knew she longed to hear.

She knelt down to Alex's level, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. Y/N watched the scene with a soft smile. She knew what this moment meant to Natasha – a family, a home, a belonging.

She gave Natasha space to absorb this new, tender bond, her smile speaking volumes of her love and understanding.

As they continued their walk, Natasha was unusually quiet, lost in the warmth of the moment. Natasha wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" Y/N whispered looking at the redhead.

Natasha looked at Y/N, her green eyes shining in the Christmas lights. Without a word, she leaned in and kissed Y/N softly, a silent thank you for this perfect moment, for this family, for a Christmas she'd always remember.

Alex tugged at Natasha's coat again, oblivious to the depth of the moment he had unknowingly created. "Can we get hot chocolate, Mama?" Natasha smiled, "Of course, we can," she said, taking his hand once more.

As they walked, Natasha glanced at Y/N, her smile beaming with unspoken gratitude and love. This Christmas, was a real one. With a real family and real happiness.

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Happy birthday Nat

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Chicken

The night was cool and the sky above was a tapestry of stars. Natasha and Y/N lay side by side on the grass in a secluded corner of the park, a sense of tranquility surrounding them. They had shared a bottle of wine, and the gentle buzz added a layer of openness to their conversation.

Y/N turned her head to look at Natasha, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "You know what I dream about? Living offside, away from the chaos of the city. A house by a lake, maybe with a mini farm. Just a peaceful, quiet place," she shared, her voice soft and wistful.

Natasha turned to face her, propping herself up on one elbow. "Why don't you go for it?" she asked gently.

Y/N sighed, a small frown creasing her forehead. "Carol hates the idea. She can't see herself away from the city life."

There was a moment of silence as Natasha processed this, feeling a twinge of frustration at Carol's inability to see Y/N's needs.

As they lay there, their faces inches apart, the air between them seemed to charge with an unspoken tension. Natasha's gaze flickered to Y/N's lips, and she saw a similar longing in Y/N's eyes.

For a fleeting second, they both leaned in, drawn by a magnetic pull. Their breaths mingled, and Natasha's heart raced, pounding against her ribcage. But just as quickly as the moment came, it passed. They both pulled away simultaneously, a silent agreement to pretend it never happened.

Natasha lay back, staring up at the sky, her heart still racing from the near kiss. She was acutely aware of Y/N's presence beside her, the heat from her body, the sound of her breathing. It was a moment of unspoken connection, a testament to the depth of their bond, yet underscored by a palpable tension of what could have been.The rest of the night passed in a comfortable silence, both lost in their thoughts, the memory of their almost-kiss hanging in the air like a delicate, unspoken secret.

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Natasha pulled up to Yelena's place, honking the horn. Yelena emerged, looking confused.

"Where are we going?" Yelena asked as she hopped into the passenger seat.

"We're borrowing a chicken," Natasha said matter-of-factly, starting the car.

"A chicken? Seriously, Nat? There are better ways to woo someone," Yelena remarked, rolling her eyes.

"It's for Y/N," Natasha said, her tone softening at the mention of Y/N's name.

Yelena sighed, "You know, you could just tell her you've been in love with her for years."

Natasha glanced at her sister and flipped her off playfully. "Just help me with this, okay?"

As they approached the farm, Yelena couldn't help but tease her sister. "You do realize that stealing a chicken is not exactly a grand romantic gesture, right?"

"It's not about the chicken, Yelena. It's about making Y/N's dream a little more real," Natasha explained, her eyes focused on the road.

Yelena shook her head, smiling at her sister's stubbornness. "Fine, but if we get caught, I'm not calling Melina to bail us out again. Last time was embarrassing enough."

Natasha chuckled, "Deal. But we won't get caught. You forget who you're with."

They arrived at the farm under the cover of darkness. The mission was simple: sneak in, grab a chicken, and sneak out. But with Yelena's constant commentary, it felt more like a comedy of errors.

"This is ridiculous, Nat. We're like two spies on a mission to save the world, except it's just a chicken," Yelena whispered as they crept towards the chicken coop.

Natasha couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Just follow my lead."

They managed to grab a chicken, though not without a few squawks and a lot of suppressed laughter. As they made their escape, Yelena couldn't resist one last comment.

"Next time you want to impress a girl, maybe stick to flowers and chocolates, okay?"

Natasha just smiled, holding the chicken carefully. "This is perfect for Y/N. You'll see."

They drove back with their feathery cargo, both sisters unable to shake the feeling of another absurd but memorable adventure added to their list.

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The morning sun was barely up when Natasha arrived at Y/N's apartment. She knew Carol had bailed on Y/N again last night, choosing to get drunk with friends instead.

Natasha knocked firmly on the door, a mix of concern and excitement in her heart.Y/N opened the door, rubbing her eyes, her hair tousled from sleep. She looked adorably disheveled, and Natasha's heart skipped a beat.

"Nat? What are you doing here so early?" Y/N mumbled, still half-asleep.

Natasha grinned. "Morning, sleepyhead. Get ready; we're going out."

Y/N groaned, "Nat, it's too early. Come back later," she said, turning to close the door.

But Natasha stopped the door with her hand. "Nope, no going back to bed. We have a schedule to keep up with," she said with a determined look.

Y/N sighed, leaning against the door frame. "Nat, I'm really not in the mood..."

Natasha softened her tone. "Y/N, trust me. You're going to want to see this. Please?"

There was a pause as Y/N looked into Natasha's earnest eyes. Finally, she nodded, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Fine, give me fifteen minutes."

"Make it ten," Natasha said playfully, stepping back.

Y/N rolled her eyes but smiled. "Ten minutes, but I need coffee first."

Natasha's grin widened. "Deal. I'll wait here."

As Y/N disappeared to get ready, Natasha felt a flutter of excitement.

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Natasha drove with a sense of purpose, while Y/N sat beside her, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The cityscape slowly gave way to open roads and green fields.

"Nat, seriously, where are we going?" Y/N asked, a mix of tiredness and curiosity in her voice.

"Just wait and see," Natasha replied, her eyes fixed on the road. Y/N glanced at Natasha, watching her focused expression. Despite her confusion and tiredness, she couldn't help but smile softly at Natasha's determined profile.

After a while, they arrived in what seemed like the middle of nowhere. Trees surrounded them, and the sounds of the city were a distant memory.

Y/N looked around, "Nat, why did you wake me up for trees?"

Without a word, Natasha took Y/N's hand and started leading her forward. The anticipation was building, and Natasha could feel her heart racing.

As they neared the lake, Y/N's eyes widened. In front of them was a little fenced area, a small wooden structure resembling a chicken coop, some straw on the ground, a chicken pecking around, and a handmade sign that read "Y/N's Little Farm."

Y/N's gaze moved from the chicken to Natasha and back again. "Nat, is this...?"

Natasha grinned, "Your mini farm by the lake. I remember what you told me that night. You shouldn't let Carol or anyone else stop you from your dreams."

Y/N looked at Natasha, her eyes brimming with unspoken emotions. The gesture, so thoughtful and so aligned with her deepest desires, struck a chord in her heart.

"Nat, this is... I don't even have words," Y/N's voice trembled slightly.

Natasha stepped closer, her expression softening. "You don't need words, Y/N."

In that moment, something shifted between them. The unspoken feelings, the tension of their near-kiss a week ago, it all came rushing back.Without thinking, Y/N leaned in and kissed Natasha.

It was a kiss filled with gratitude, realization, and a budding love that had been there all along, waiting for the right moment.

As they pulled apart, Natasha looked into Y/N's eyes, seeing a reflection of her own feelings. "I just want you to be happy, Y/N," she whispered.

Y/N squeezed Natasha's hand, her heart full. "Thank you"

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Drink

Tw: drinking /alcohol& depression kinda

As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the room, Natasha watched with a worried frown as her girlfriend, poured herself another drink.

The clink of the glass bottle against the tumbler was a sound that had become all too familiar, and it tugged at Natasha's heartstrings.

She could see the pain etched in Y/N's features, the way her eyes no longer held their usual spark.

"Y/N, don't you think that's enough?" Natasha's voice was soft yet firm, tinged with concern.

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, her movements sluggish as she turned to face Natasha. "What does it matter, Nat? It's not like anything changes," she replied, her voice laced with a bitterness that stung.

Natasha stepped closer, her own heart aching. "It matters to me. You're losing yourself in this... in the alcohol. I can't stand to see you like this."

Y/N's gaze faltered, her shoulders slumping. "You don't understand, Nat. The depression... it's like a black hole. It sucks everything in. The drinking... it helps, even if it's just for a while."

Natasha reached out, gently cupping Y/N's face in her hands. "I do understand, Y/N. More than you know. But this isn't the way. It's destroying you, and it's breaking my heart to watch it happen."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes, a mix of anger, pain, and vulnerability. "So, what? You want me to just stop? Just like that?"

"It's not about just stopping," Natasha said softly, her thumbs brushing away the tears on Y/N's cheeks.

"It's about fighting, together. You're not alone in this, Y/N. I'm here, and I'll be here every step of the way. But I can't watch you do this to yourself. "Y/N's breath hitched, her defenses crumbling.

"I don't know if I can, Nat. It feels like the only way for me to get away is if I pour the drink it stops the hurting you know? I know it can't really hurt when you think but it feels like it and they aren't even my thoughts Nat... It's like my mind forces them into my head and I can't do anything against it" Natasha pulled her into a tight embrace, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Then let me be your lifeline. We'll face this darkness together. I won't let you drown, Y/N. I love you too much to lose you to this." The raw emotion in Natasha's voice, the sincerity in her embrace, it broke through the fog in Y/N's mind.

She clung to Natasha, her sobs muffled against her shoulder. "I'm scared, Nat," Y/N whispered, her voice quivering.

"I know, love, I know," Natasha murmured, holding her tighter. "But I promise you, we'll get through this. Together."

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Grief

In the dim light of dawn, the world outside held its breath, and within the four walls of a once vibrant nursery, two hearts grieved in silence. Natasha Romanoff, whose life was a tapestry of battles and resilience, stood shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, her partner, her equal in every sense.

Today, the air was thick with the unspeakable—a sorrow so profound it seemed to press against their very souls. Today would have been Alex's first birthday.Y/N's fingers hovered over the crib, a ghost of a touch that never quite landed. Each thread of the baby blue blanket was a memory, each toy a milestone unachieved. Alex, their beautiful boy with Natasha’s fierce spirit and Y/N's kind eyes, had been with them for a mere whisper of time—five months that both flew and crawled, each day a gift, each night a prayer for one more.

Natasha's gaze was fixed on a photograph, one of the few they had of Alex, where his laughter seemed to promise a lifetime of joy. In the stillness of the nursery, she felt her own strength wavering, but she swallowed the pain, building a dam to hold back the tide of her own grief.

Y/N needed her to be strong.“Nat,” Y/N's voice cracked, a dam breaking, “I can't…”With a breath that felt like it could be her last, Natasha closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Y/N. Their shared loss encircled them, a silent acknowledgment that some wounds might never heal. Together, they began the heart-wrenching task of packing away onesies, toys, and dreams—each article a testament to a life dearly loved and desperately missed.

Each piece of clothing folded was a monument to Alex's existence, a confirmation that he was real, he was loved, and he would always be a part of them.

A tiny pair of shoes, never worn, made Y/N's resolve crumble, their sobs a haunting melody to which Natasha swayed, holding them, a pillar in the midst of an emotional storm.“We were supposed to be teaching him to walk in those,” Y/N wept, their tears soaking into Natasha's shirt.“I know, my love, I know,” Natasha whispered back, her voice steady but her eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

She kissed the top of Y/N's head, a silent vow passing between them—a vow to remember, to cherish, and to survive.As the room emptied, the weight of absence grew heavier, but so did the feeling of love. They would carry Alex with them, not as a presence of loss but as a beacon of love, a love that defied the cruel hand of fate.

With the final box sealed, Natasha could feel the resolve in her own heart starting to fracture, but she held it together, one last effort for Y/N, whose tears hadn't ceased to flow since they began. The boxes, plain and brown, belied the vibrancy of the life they once cradled, the life of their Alex.

Y/N's grief was a tangible thing, a storm that had broken through every defense. They clung to Natasha, their tears a river that refused to be stemmed. "I miss him so much, Nat. It hurts—it hurts all the time," Y/N choked out between sobs.

Natasha, her own heart aching with an intensity that threatened to overwhelm her stoic facade, pulled Y/N closer, her hand stroking their hair with a tenderness that contradicted the warrior she was known to be. "I know, my love, I know," she repeated, her voice a whisper that carried the weight of her own pain, pain she tried to hide for the sake of her beloved.

The nursery, once a symphony of laughter and life, was now just a room, stripped of its soul. Every corner, every object, was a reminder of the future they had imagined with Alex.

Natasha hated the surge of pain that came with each memory, hated that something as simple as the soft light of morning or the gentle hum of a lullaby could bring her to her knees.But this was not the time for her tears, she reminded herself as Y/N's body trembled with grief in her arms.

She was the rock in this moment, the shelter in the emotional maelstrom. As they stepped out of the nursery, leaving behind the physical reminders of their son, Natasha allowed herself to look back just once, imprinting the image in her mind.

The door clicked shut, a soft but final sound, and with it, they stepped into a world that seemed less colorful, less complete. "We'll get through this," Natasha promised, her voice steady, even as she fought back her own tears. "Together."

She didn't know how they would move past this, but she knew they would, in time.

For Alex, who had shown them the deepest love, and for each other, because that's what families do—they endure, they remember, and somehow, they find a way to navigate even the darkest nights, guided by the stars of their memories.

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Finding Shelter in a Storm

Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader (platonic)

The movie set was buzzing with excitement. "Cut! Perfect take, Y/N!" the director shouted. Y/N Y/L/N, a relatively new actress in Hollywood, had landed a significant role alongside the legendary Scarlett Johansson.

Though the set was always alive with activity, there was one thing that always remained a constant: the sight of Scarlett by Y/N's side.Y/N had faced numerous hardships in her life. From a troubled childhood filled with bullying and familial disconnects to battling severe mental health issues in her teenage years, her life was anything but a fairy tale. Despite her talents, her insecurities often overshadowed her achievements.

However, joining this movie set was about to change her life in ways she never imagined.From the very beginning, Scarlett seemed to have taken an unspoken oath to be Y/N's protector. It started with small gestures: lending her a jacket when the set was cold, offering words of encouragement after a challenging scene, or simply inviting her to lunch so she didn't eat alone.

One evening, after an especially grueling day of filming, Y/N found herself breaking down. The pressures of the industry, combined with her personal battles, made it feel like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. As tears streamed down her face, Scarlett found her, sitting quietly in a corner.Without a word, Scarlett wrapped an arm around Y/N, drawing her close. The warmth and genuine concern in her embrace provided Y/N with a comfort she hadn't felt in years."Hey," Scarlett whispered, wiping away Y/N's tears, "you're not alone anymore. Remember that."

As days turned into weeks, the bond between the two grew stronger. Scarlett became the guardian angel Y/N had never had, guiding her, supporting her, and most importantly, making her feel seen and valued.

Their camaraderie wasn't lost on the rest of the crew, either. It was evident to everyone just how much Scarlett cared for Y/N.During a press tour for their movie, the duo was asked about their off-screen relationship. Scarlett, with a cheeky grin, pulled Y/N close. "I've got to keep an eye on this one," she laughed, "or she'll find her way into some kind of trouble."

Y/N chuckled and shook her head with a smile, her eyes darting to Scarlett. "Honestly, she's not wrong," Y/N playfully admitted. "But honestly, she's the best guardian angel anyone could ask for."

The interviewer, clearly amused by their banter, delved deeper. "We've seen all the posts on social media. Fans adore the 'mother-daughter' dynamic you both share. How does that make you feel?"Scarlett's eyes twinkled with pride. "It's heartwarming to know that our relationship resonates with so many. I think it's a testament to the fact that family isn't just blood. Sometimes, you find it in the most unexpected places."Y/N nodded in agreement.

"Seeing all the support online is surreal. It's like we've become this beacon of hope, showing people that no matter where you come from or what you've been through, there's always a chance to find someone who truly understands and cares."The interviewer nodded, clearly touched. "It's inspiring. Your story, Y/N, and the bond you share with Scarlett, has touched so many hearts. It's beautiful to see."

The rest of the interview was filled with lighthearted banter and shared memories between the two actresses. As they left the stage, arm in arm, it was evident to all that the connection between Scarlett Johansson and Y/N Y/L/N was profound and unbreakable.

Behind the scenes, the two continued to uplift and support one another. Scarlett, with her years of experience, offered guidance to Y/N, helping her navigate the challenges of the entertainment industry. And Y/N, with her fresh perspective, often reminded Scarlett of the joys and spontaneity of life.Social media was ablaze with fan edits, heartfelt messages, and stories from individuals who were inspired by their bond.

As the years went by, their relationship remained rock-solid. Scarlett often mentioned in interviews how proud she was of Y/N's growth, both personally and professionally.

And Y/N never missed an opportunity to express her gratitude for having Scarlett in her life.Their bond became a testament to the fact that sometimes, amidst the chaos of life, you find your anchor in the most unexpected person. And for Y/N, that anchor was Scarlett Johansson.

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Missed

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Kinda sad, sorry

The room was shrouded in the muted colors of the evening, as the amber light from the setting sun streamed through the windows. Y/N sat on the couch, holding a framed picture of Natasha, her beautiful wife, taken during a family picnic they once had. The smiles in that photo seemed so distant now.

She took a deep breath and called, "Alex, Elena, come here sweethearts." The pitter-patter of small feet echoed through the hallway, followed by two wide-eyed faces looking up at her, their eyes filled with innocence and curiosity.

"Where's mommy?" Elena, with her soft curls and big green eyes resembling Natasha’s, asked, clutching her favorite toy close to her chest.

Alex, the older of the two, sensing the weight of the moment, hesitated, "Is Mommy still on her mission?"

Y/N’s heart felt as if it was being squeezed, pain radiating through her with every beat. She beckoned the kids to sit beside her and took a moment to find her voice. "Do you remember the stories Mommy would tell about heroes and sacrifices?"

Alex nodded slowly, "Like when someone does something really brave for someone else?"

"That's right," Y/N whispered, wiping away a tear that had slid down her face. "Mommy... she had to do something really brave. To make sure we all stayed safe. To make sure you and Elena and everyone else could be here."

Elena looked confused, "But when is she coming back?"

Y/N choked back her emotions, "Oh, my love, Mommy... Mommy isn't coming back. She's with the stars now, watching over us."

The room was filled with a deafening silence. Then, a sob from Alex broke it. "But I want Mommy! I need her! Why did she have to go?"

Elena, not fully grasping the depth of the situation, started crying too, mirroring her brother's pain, "I want Mommy!"

Y/N pulled them close, feeling the weight of their grief and her own crashing down on her. She kissed their heads, "I know, my loves. I want her too. Every moment. But she did it because she loved us. And she'll always be here," Y/N touched both their hearts, "right here. And in the wind, the stars, the stories we tell. She'll always be with us."

"Right here. And in the wind, the stars, the stories we tell. She'll always be with us."

"But I want her here, Momma! I want her to read to me, to sing me lullabies," Elena's voice quivered, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks.

Alex's face crumpled, his attempts at being the 'big brother' faltering, "I want to show her my drawings. I made one for her today. She promised she'd put it on the fridge."

Y/N's vision blurred, tears making everything seem distant and hazy. The weight of the situation pressed on her chest, making it hard to breathe. "I know, baby. I wish, more than anything, that she could walk through that door and hold all of us," her voice broke, the deep anguish evident.

The room was suffocated by the tangible pain and heartache. Every silent moment, every quiet sob echoed the profound loss that had taken over their lives.

Y/N drew her children closer, trying to shield them from the world's cruelty, even if just for a moment. "Listen to me, both of you," she began, her voice filled with a mix of pain and determination. "Your Mommy was the bravest person I've ever known. She loved you both more than words can describe. Every moment away from you was a sacrifice for her, but she did it to protect us, to protect the world."

Alex hiccupped, wiping his tears, "But why did she have to go? Why couldn't someone else?"

Y/N swallowed hard, "Because sometimes, our loved ones are called upon to make the hardest choices. Choices we might never understand. But we have to trust that they did it for the right reasons. And now, it's our job to remember her, to honor her memory, to make sure that her sacrifice wasn't in vain."

Elena snuggled into her, "But it hurts, Momma."

Y/N pressed a gentle kiss on her daughter's forehead, "I know, baby. It hurts me too, every single day. But we have each other, and we will get through this together."

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Rest in Peace

Natalia Alianovna Romanova

Born: December 3rd, 1984

Died: October 16th, 2023

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The ending Nat deserved

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Wrapped

The soft lullaby hummed through the small apartment, a gentle tune breaking the silence of the night. Natasha Romanoff, once a feared and respected CEO, was now frequently found dozing off on the nursery floor, fingers entwined with those of her baby son, Alex.

The dining room was exquisitely decorated. Soft chandeliers, glinting silverware, and crisp tablecloths laid the foundation for a perfect family dinner. But there was an unmistakable tension in the air, more palpable than the rich aroma of food that wafted through the room.

Y/N gently cradled baby Alex, who cooed and drooled, blissfully unaware of the strained dynamics around the table. On one side was Melina, her icy gaze focused primarily on Y/N, occasionally darting to the baby. Opposite her sat Alexei, a silent observer, while Yelena played peek-a-boo with baby Alex, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N attempted small talk. "Melina, this roast looks delicious."

Ignoring the compliment, Melina quipped, "Isn't it a bit too early for Alex to be teething, dear?"

Y/N's face flushed. "Every baby is different. The pediatrician said it's normal."

"It's just that when Natasha was a baby," Melina began, her voice dripping with passive aggression, "she followed every milestone to the letter. And Yelena, too."

Yelena rolled her eyes, shooting Y/N a sympathetic look. "Mama, can we not do this tonight?"

But Melina continued, "Natasha has a lot on her plate as a CEO, and I don’t think she needs more stress. Perhaps if you focused more on understanding the baby and less on whatever you've been doing..."

Y/N’s grip tightened around Alex. "I'm doing my best, Melina."

Natasha clenched her fist. "Mother, enough!"

Alexei tried to lighten the atmosphere, sharing an old anecdote from Natasha’s childhood. But Melina’s criticisms, veiled under the guise of 'advice', continued. They stung Y/N, the insecurities she tried so hard to bury resurfacing with each jab.

Y/N tried to focus on Alex, feeding and playing with him, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Yelena slid closer to Y/N. "Ignore her," she whispered. "You're doing great. And Nat thinks so too."

Just then, Alex wailed, startling everyone. Y/N tried to soothe him, but Melina's sharp voice cut through, "Do you even know how to hold him right?"

That was the last straw for Natasha. Standing up, she addressed her mother coldly, "Can I talk to you? Outside."

The room was silent as the two women left. Alexei sighed heavily, turning his attention to his food, while Yelena tried to comfort the shaken Y/N.

Outside, Natasha and Melina stood facing each other, the night air charged with tension.

"I won’t let you belittle Y/N any longer," Natasha started, her voice stern and unwavering.

"She's not right for you," Melina retorted, "She's keeping you from your responsibilities. She doesn’t even know how to raise Alex properly."

"You don't get to decide that. She’s an amazing mother, and I love her," Natasha countered, "If you can't respect that, then you won’t see Alex or me again."

Melina's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'd choose her over your own family?"

"I am choosing my family. Y/N and Alex are my family. And if you can’t accept that, then you’re pushing us away, not the other way around."

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words.

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words. The two women stood in silence, the cool night breeze whipping around them, carrying with it an air of finality.

After a few minutes, Natasha turned on her heels and walked back inside. The atmosphere in the dining room was thick, and everyone turned their attention to her as she entered. Without saying a word, she took baby Alex from Y/N's arms. "Get your things," she instructed gently but firmly, "We're leaving."

Y/N nodded, her eyes misting over with tears, yet she felt a strange sense of relief. She stood up, her movement drawing Yelena's attention. The younger woman approached her, whispering, "I'll come by tomorrow, okay? Just take care of yourself and Alex."

As Y/N moved to gather their things, Alexei tried to mediate. He stood, approaching his red-headed daughter. "Natasha, stay. Let's talk this out."

Natasha looked at him, her green eyes icy and resolute. "I appreciate it, but there’s nothing more to say. I won't let anyone disrespect my family."

The old bear of a man looked saddened. "Just remember this is your home. Always."

Natasha offered him a weak smile, appreciating his sentiment but knowing that tonight, leaving was the right choice. She adjusted baby Alex in her arms, feeling his little heartbeat against her. The weight of her son was grounding, a constant reminder of what mattered most.

With Y/N by her side, and their belongings in hand, they made their way to the door. The house that was once filled with laughter and joy seemed cold and unwelcoming. But as the door closed behind them, they knew they were stepping into a new chapter, one where they could create a loving environment for Alex and themselves.

Yelena and Alexei watched them go, a mix of sadness and understanding in their eyes. Melina, still outside, heard the car start and drive off. She leaned against the wall, a wave of regret washing over her. The realization that she might have lost her daughter and grandson because of her stubbornness weighed heavy on her heart.

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Songs of the Heart

natasha x reader

this was written randomly while I was bored in a meeting a few days ago...so no promises for correct grammar or anything

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The evening sun set the sky ablaze in hues of orange, pink, and gold, the last light of the day reflecting off the calm waters of the small, secluded beach. The sand felt warm beneath Y/N’s feet, the remnants of the day’s heat captured between each grain.

She walked hand in hand with Natasha Romanoff, the global superstar with a voice that had enchanted millions. Away from the limelight, however, she was simply Tasha – Y/N's girlfriend.

Despite the roaring success of Natasha's new album, the two had managed to keep their relationship under wraps. Their getaways, like this hidden beach, were their sanctuary.

"I sometimes wonder," Natasha mused, squeezing Y/N’s hand gently, "if there’s a song out there that could truly describe what I feel when I’m with you."

Y/N chuckled, "Considering you're the superstar, shouldn't you be writing that song?"

Natasha stopped walking and turned to Y/N, her green eyes shimmering with a mix of mischief and warmth. "Maybe I already have," she whispered, pulling Y/N close. The world seemed to stand still as their lips met, a soft and lingering kiss, full of a year’s worth of shared secrets and love.

Pulling apart, Y/N grinned, "Then when do I get a private performance?"

As Natasha leaned her forehead against Y/N’s, she whispered, "How about tonight, under the stars?" A small gust of wind lightly tousled their hair, blending the fiery hue of Natasha's locks with Y/N's softer shades.

Y/N looked deep into Natasha's eyes, nodding. "I'd love that."

A few steps later, they came across a small alcove in the rocks. It was shielded on three sides, with a clear view of the ocean. The waves gently crashed, and the last rays of the sun gave the world an ethereal glow. Natasha spread out a picnic blanket she'd discreetly carried in her tote bag.

As Y/N laid back, Natasha carefully placed a delicate string of fairy lights around the alcove, turning it into a haven of soft, twinkling stars.

“I had a feeling we'd find the perfect spot,” Natasha smirked.

They settled down, side by side, their fingers intertwining. Y/N watched as Natasha took out a pair of wine glasses and poured a soft, rose-hued drink. “A little rosé to match the sunset?” Natasha proposed, raising her glass.

“To us,” Y/N countered, her glass meeting Natasha’s with a delicate chime.

Unbeknownst to them, a camouflaged photographer captured that intimate toast, the way their fingers remained interlocked even as they sipped, and the pure, unadulterated joy in their eyes.

The night deepened. At one point, Natasha gently nudged Y/N, pointing to the sky. A shooting star! Both women closed their eyes, making silent wishes. The hidden camera clicked again, capturing the profiles of two women, lost in dreams and wishes under a canopy of stars.

The following morning, Y/N entered her college, sensing a palpable shift. Whispers followed her, eyes discreetly peeking over textbooks and from behind laptops.

The palpable shift in the atmosphere was unmistakable. As Y/N made her way through the hallways, the air felt charged, alive with murmurs and stolen glances. She tried to maintain a facade of normalcy, but every hushed whisper, every furtive look, made her acutely aware of the scrutiny she was under.

Y/N's best friend, Kate, quickly joined her side, a mix of concern and surprise evident in her eyes. "Did you know about this?" Kate inquired, showing her phone screen which displayed the now-viral photos of Y/N and Natasha.

"I had no idea," Y/N whispered, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she'd developed over the years. "It was supposed to be a private evening."

Kate, ever the protective friend, frowned. "These paparazzi, they have no respect for boundaries."

Before Y/N could respond, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Natasha, attaching the link to an online article. Y/N's fingers hesitated for a moment before tapping on it. The article was filled with the same pictures Kate had just shown her – Y/N and Natasha beneath the canopy of fairy lights, their figures illuminated against the twilight sky, lost in each other's company.

The article's title read, “Beyond the Spotlight: Natasha Romanoff's Starry-Eyed Romance.” The words that followed painted a picture of two people deeply in love, away from the world's eyes. Though the tone was respectful, Y/N couldn't help but feel exposed.

Another buzz. Another message from Natasha: "I'm so sorry, detka. I never intended for this to happen. I just wanted a perfect night with you."

Y/N quickly typed back, "Natasha, it's okay. Yes, it was a secret but this doesn´t mean it can´t be private anymore."

A few moments later, Natasha responded, "You're incredible. I don't deserve you."

Kate, who had been watching the exchange over Y/N's shoulder, chuckled softly. "You two are so sweet it's almost sickening. In a good way."

Y/N laughed, nudging Kate with her elbow, "Thanks for that, Kate."

Kate wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her into a side hug. "Just remember," she whispered, "love like yours is rare. And even if the whole world knows about it, it doesn't change what you two have."

Y/N looked at the photos once more, Natasha's smile radiating warmth and love. She replied to Natasha, "We'll get through this together. Always."

And as Y/N walked through the college corridors, with Kate by her side, she felt a newfound sense of pride. Yes, their love story was now public, but it was theirs. And nothing could ever take that away.

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Redbull Jacket

natasha x reader

just fluff :)

There was a palpable autumn chill in the air that day, the kind that seeps into the bones and urges you to huddle deeper into your clothing. Y/N had always been susceptible to the cold, her lithe body quick to shiver at the slightest drop in temperature. Yet, she couldn't find her cherished jacket, her dark blue Red Bull race jacket that Natasha had gifted her a few years ago.

"Natasha, have you seen my jacket?" she called out, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious apartment they shared. Y/N had scoured through their shared wardrobe, her fingers flipping through clothes hangers with a mounting sense of frustration.

"No," came Natasha's nonchalant reply from the living room. Y/N could hear the soft clink of porcelain on a wooden table, an insinuating sign that Natasha was leisurely sipping her coffee, unperturbed by her plight.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N began to rifle through the laundry hamper, the bathroom, the car — but it was to no avail. Her jacket was nowhere in sight. She felt a slight prick of irritation at its disappearance. It wasn't just a jacket; it was a gift from Natasha.

Entering the living room, ready to admit defeat, Y/N froze on the spot. There, nestled on their plush, beige couch with a cup of steaming coffee cradled in her hands, was Natasha. And draped over her like a second skin was the missing dark blue Red Bull race jacket. Y/N felt her heart thump in her chest, a surprised smile blooming on her lips.

"Natasha Romanoff," she drawled, her irritation evaporating in the warmth of the tableau before her. "I should have known."

Natasha looked up from her coffee, her emerald eyes twinkling in amusement. A blush was dusting her cheeks from the heat of the jacket, her auburn curls spilling around her shoulders. "What?" she asked innocently, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

Y/N crossed the room in a few strides, bending down to press her lips onto Natasha's, who welcomed the kiss with a soft sigh. The jacket felt warm around Natasha, its familiar scent blending with the subtle hint of Natasha's perfume.

"Never change, Natasha," Y/N murmured into the kiss, feeling Natasha smile against her lips. Their breaths mingled, coffee and morning and comfort, and Y/N knew she wouldn't trade this moment for anything else in the world.

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Instagram

The golden hue of late afternoon sunlight washed over Natasha Romanoff's office, casting long, painterly shadows across the minimalist decor. Reclining in her chair, a steaming cup of black coffee on her desk, she found herself staring at the spectacular view of the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows, her mind far away from the multi-million-dollar deals and the corporation she had built from scratch.

Her fingers tapped absentmindedly on the surface of her phone, pulling up Instagram—a habit she found hard to break. As she flicked through the familiar reel of influencers, old friends, and the occasional business associate, her eyes fell on a story posted by y/n, a sight as rare as a blue moon.

A strange lurching sensation filled her chest. Y/n was always the more private one, rarely sharing anything about her life online. The sight of her Instagram name brought back a flood of memories, making her heart squeeze painfully in her chest.

Two years had passed since their painful break-up, but Natasha had never stopped missing her. It was as if Y/n had left an imprint in her heart, one she couldn't fill, no matter how hard she tried.

Taking a deep breath, Natasha tapped on the picture. It loaded, a photograph slowly materializing. In the center, Y/n stood, her hair cascading down her shoulders, eyes twinkling with warmth and love as she looked at the child on her hip. Her white t-shirt, slightly rumpled from where the child clung to it, made her look casual, comfortable, and—Natasha swallowed hard—endearingly maternal.

The little boy, his cherubic face radiant with a joyful smile, was a captivating sight. He had a mop of messy hair, so much like Y/n's, and his eyes—big, bright, and a perfect shade of green—were eerily similar to Natasha's. His tiny hand clutched onto Y/n's t-shirt, the other reaching out, as if yearning for something—or someone—just out of the frame. His baby teeth were displayed in an endearing, wide grin, so full of happiness that it made Natasha's heartache.

Just then, her intercom beeped, breaking her from her trance. It was her assistant, sounding slightly frantic, reminding her of the imminent conference call.

“Natasha?” the assistant’s voice came again, full of nervous trepidation.

“Yeah, I'm coming,” Natasha responded, tearing her eyes away from the image that had drawn her into a vortex of emotions she thought she had forgotten.

As she stood up to stride towards the conference room, she prayed that the pain in her heart will disappear soon, not being able to go through this again.

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