badingsm

[badingsm]

Are you like, bi or what?

i don't even know.. (?)

#but definitely gay #anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

I saw you yesterday. Are you nursing or psychology student po?

...you saw me?

#anon ask

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Hala sorry na mahal!!! Busy lang ako kahapon kaya di kita na bati eh sorry na po i love you

sige, pag-isipan ko muna

#chz #anon ask

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y/n, fuming: i've never hated anyone like this before, but guess what? you're an exemption!

natasha, scoffing: and i've never hated anyone like this before, but guess what? i'm still fucking in love with you!

y/n:

nat:

y/n, shocked: what? what did you just say?!

also nat: what?

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #enemies to lovers????

[badingsm]

Memories

Summary: With Pietro gone and no place to call home, Wanda is now living with the Avengers. If only Natasha would look at her.

Words: 1391 words

A/N: Thanks to @badingsm for helping me, because this probably wouldn't have any title at all which means I probably would just leave it again in my drafts. :)

It has been more than a month since the event of Sokovia and Natasha still wouldn’t look her in the eyes, she won’t even acknowledge her existence at all. Wanda couldn’t even blame the older woman for any of this, it was her fault after all.

The other Avengers would try to talk to Natasha about her behavior when in the vicinity of the witch, which the spy will only respond with a sharp glare that always shuts them up and then walk away.

“Why can’t she just forgive you?” Wanda looked up from her breakfast to Steve who was cooking at the stove then to the remaining Avengers, bar Natasha, sitting on the dining table with her who nodded in response to the blonde.

Wanda frowned, she was about to speak up but stopped when she noticed the redhead entering the kitchen and sitting down at the table to eat, and just went back to her food.

The Avengers have been relatively nice to her even after what she did to them, they even took her in after Pietro died and she has nowhere else to go home to.

The men badgering the spy was slowly getting into the brunette’s nerves. It was something Wanda noticed about them, they tend to push their opinions towards others and contradicting thoughts often leads to a shouting match (mostly Tony and Steve) but not Natasha, she either calmly explain her side or just plainly went silent. On this case she tends to do the latter. Staying silent whenever the others would ask why she wouldn’t give the witch the time of day or even try to talk to her, not even a single word.

“Are you going to continue like this, Nat?”

Steve’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. She looked back up to the others and noticed that once again Natasha was glaring at Steve, silently urging the blonde to go on.

“At the very least acknowledge her when she’s sitting at the table you are in.” Natasha frowned after a few seconds before standing up and walking away without a word.

Wanda would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed or even a little hurt. With her being new to America, and technically still not a citizen, she doesn’t know anyone else besides the Avengers and Natasha is the only other woman she knows. She would also be lying if she said she doesn’t see the older woman as a figure head, despite the spy being only five years older than her, especially after what she saw in the redhead’s mind.

“Please stop forcing her.” Her voice was soft and almost silent that they wouldn’t even hear it if they weren’t sitting a few feet from each other.

“I messed with her mind. It’s my fault.”

“Just as you did us, I don’t see how it’s any different.” Tony shrugged with a mouthful of food while pointing a fork in her direction.

“Yeah, but you helped us in the fight. We managed to get over that.” Steve commented pointing at himself and the others.

“You don’t understand.” She shakes her head. “What I did to her is not the same as what I did to any of you. I showed all of you what you fear, I couldn’t find anything within the depths of her mind.” Clint dropped his fork at his plate, making a crisp sound resounding in the silence of the kitchen.

“You… Tell me you didn’t.” he was looking at her as if pleading. She looked down at her plate, her hands holding onto the utensils tightly, as she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“I… No matter how much I tried I couldn’t find her fears, so I showed her the worst memories she had.” Everyone but Clint was looking at her, confused. Clint felt himself in the brink of tears. He, being the first person that Natasha trusted after the Red Room, was told by her, trusted even, of what she experienced in that place. The very first time she told him; she was very detached to it as if she was merely talking about the weather. It took him months of convincing along with therapy (required, specifically asked by Fury) for her to understand that what happened to her is extremely traumatizing and not at all normal. Now, after knowing that what little progress he had on the redhead, whom he sees as a little sister, could’ve been obliterated made him a little mad at the witch. He immediately took a deep breath to calm himself down, he couldn’t blame her, she was manipulated by HYDRA and then Ultron.

“That’s why I understand why she would blame me, and I’m really sorry about what I did so please don’t push her anymore. She also deserves her space.” She left the kitchen, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore leaving the remaining Avengers to contemplate her words.

Maybe some air would do her good.

Wanda walked to the elevator with the rooftop as her destination.

The moment she took a step in the rooftop after the elevator door opened, she stopped. She saw Natasha sitting in the stone bench with her back to her, the wind gently blowing on her curls. The witch was about to go back to the elevator when she heard a voice.

“I know you’re there.”

Wanda stood frozen. This is the first time that the older woman has directly acknowledged her.

“Don’t just stand there.”

She walked slowly towards the redhead as though if she went any faster, she would receive the wrath of the other woman.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” this stopped the brunette in her tracks, slow as they may be. If she wasn’t mad at her, why does the redhead kept ignoring her?

Natasha tilted her head while patting on the space beside her, indicating the witch to sit beside her on the bench.

Wanda sat down while looking at Natasha who was still staring ahead, gazing at the view.

“I’m sorry.” Wanda blurted out; she couldn’t take the silence anymore. Natasha turned to look at her, brows furrowed slightly.

“I messed with your mind, so I understand why you wouldn’t want to interact with me but I want you to know that I am sorry and that you don’t have to forgive me.”

“Oh, honey. Is that what you think?” Natasha was looking at her softly, her voice sounding so gentle despite its raspy tone.

“I never blamed you for anything. The reason why I couldn’t look at you is because you remind me of someone.” She smiled as if remembering a beautiful memory.

“She’s my sister, both of you are the same age you know. No one knows about her other than Clint. She was only six the last time I saw her. I can’t look at you because I remember how much of a failure I am at being a sister. I remember how I failed to save her from the hell that I was raised in.” Natasha frowned.

“They took her from me. Ripped her out of my grasp before shoving her into a different cargo container. That was the last time I saw her. I should’ve fought more, maybe I could’ve taken her with me.”

“Or you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Wanda said softly.

“Probably, but at least I tried.” The redhead tried to smile but ended more with a grimace.

Natasha sighed.

“Don’t blame yourself, alright? I never once blamed you for anything.” The older woman looked at her with sincerity in her eyes. She doesn’t know why but she felt her eyes stinging with tears as she felt the weight on her shoulders, she didn’t know she had, disappear.

“Come here.” Natasha smiled, opening her arms. Wanda leaned towards her, wrapping her arms around the older woman while sobbing.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. You’re okay now.” Natasha pressed a kiss in her hair.

#wandanat #soft soft nattttt

[badingsm]

Happy belated Valentine's day!! My love di pala kita nabati kahapon hahahahaha sowwwy po!!!

wala, di na tayo batiii :(

#kimmy #happy heart's dayyyyy #anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

mhiema!! face reveal when?

kapag naging kami na po ni scarlett :)

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[badingsm]

sorry po di na na nga wag mo na ako isumbong sa mother-in-law ko di ka nga nya ako nakikilala aayaw na sya sakin 😉

ayan, tama yan! 'di na kita isusumbong sige HAHAHAHAHA

#anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

Sabi mo yan ah mamamansin ka ah! Pag nag hello ako sayo

sasagot naman po ako HAHAHAHAHA just let me know that it's you :)

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[badingsm]

ayieee meet the parents naman agad ikaw ha ang bilis mo naman

sumbong talaga kita sa mama ko HAHAHAHAHHA

#kimmy #anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

pag nag dm ba ako papansinin mo ako?

hindi naman po ako artista para hindi magreply :(

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[badingsm]

I would also like to volunteer as your girlfriend, lovely. ;)

oh, really now?

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[badingsm]

Yan Good girl, wag ganon i love you ulit mwah 😘

okay po :)

#anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

Ay gusto mo lang makilala mama ko eh. Bakit papakasal na ba agad tayo? Ayieee

minemema mo talaga ako ah? sumbong nga kita sa mama ko

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[badingsm]

hala mukhang walang na akong chance madami na nakapila ih

ay may pila pala???

ayan kasi di nagdi-dm e

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[badingsm]

salamat sa update my love and pwede ko naman seryosohin yung sa pag volunteer ko!

Parehas tayong desperada na magka jowa hahahaha

alam ba yan ng mama mo, 'nak? sumbong kita e

#anon ask #answered

[badingsm]

grabe ka naman sa red flag mhie nag charot lang ih

ay sorry na po, hindi na sige :(

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