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Heyyyy, if you were wondering I am indeed still alive. Uni has been kicking my ass and finding motivation is like finding an oasis in the desert. On that note, the requests gathering dust in my inbox will eventually be written. When? That’s a good question that I don’t even have the answer to.

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YAYYY ROMANOFF SISTER FIC!!

YES COMING EVENTUALLY (lol I’m so behind on fics)

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hihi do u mind telling us what fics ur working on/ what requests u have in?

One is a Romanoff Sister reader with the Avengers being protective as usual, and another is a Jay Halstead fic sprinkled in with angst and fluff. (aka my signature combo lol)

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Dumb question I know but just to clarify are you still taking requests

Not dumb at all, but currently requests are closed I’m still trying to write the ones I have and actually get to posting them smh. Eventually requests will reopen but I’m just not quite sure just yet! ❤️

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About the Jealous Jay Halstead fic I just requested, I'm sooo sorry I only just saw that your requests are closed. Again im soooooooooo sorry 🖤🤍

Oh no it’s all good don’t even worry about it, I’ll get back to writing eventually and will have it lined up in my requests! (By eventually I mean the end of the semester lmao)

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hello! do u have a fic coming out tmrw?

Hi! Sadly I do not, I’ve been caught up with moving back into uni and couldn’t find the time to write one but I’ll try my best to get one last fic out before the semester gets busier

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Hey, could you write something for Jay halstead where maybe he and the reader are fighting and then she goes to the kitchen to make dinner but she cuts herself? Even tho they are fighting jay gets all worried and takes care of her. Thank youu <3

It’s just been posted and you can find it here 💕

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Disputes

Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader

Description: Even when the two of you argue he can't help but worry about you.

Words: 736

Requested: yes by anonymous; Hey, could you write something for Jay halstead where maybe he and the reader are fighting and then she goes to the kitchen to make dinner but she cuts herself? Even tho they are fighting jay gets all worried and takes care of her. Thank youu <3

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, blood, Jay being a worried softie.

A/N: Still wishing I could find myself a Jay Halstead. I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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"Just stop already! I don't wanna hear your opinion if you're just gonna disagree with me and argue about it!" You scoffed with a shake of your head.

"Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that this comes with being on the job?" Jay sighed, his jaw clenched tightly.

"I don't care if it's a part of the job that's not what I'm upset about. I'm upset that you never talked to me even when you were struggling. Not once!" You huffed before turning on your heel to head to the kitchen.

If you couldn't expel your anger with words you sure as hell were going to put it to use in making dinner for the both of you. Jay had let out a scoff before shaking his head and taking a seat on the couch in the living room. If there was one thing the two of you did have in common it was your hellishly stubborn natures.

Truth be told Jay had been trying to deal with his demons alone. Even after all the nights, you two spent telling each other you'd always be honest when it came to your struggles here he was completely ignoring that. Of course, you weren’t really mad at him per se but mad at the decisions he chose to make when it came to telling you the truth.

You stood in the kitchen chopping up some vegetables for the soup you were planning on making when the knife slipped from your grip. You let out a loud hiss letting the knife clatter onto the cutting board.

“Ow, shit!” You exclaimed as you lifted your hand to look at it.

Jay immediately stood up when he heard you curse in pain and came all but running to the kitchen. There was a panicked look on his face as he bounded toward your figure hunched over the sink.

“Are you hurt? Are you all right?” Jay scanned you looking for any extensive injuries.

His eyes landed on your hand holding your finger with a cut running through the tip of it. There wasn’t any blood left and it had already washed down the sink leaving you with an ‘open wound’, if you could even call it that, that needed to be bandaged up.

“I’m fine, knife just slipped.” You dismissed his worries with a tight-lipped smile.

“Just fine my ass.” Jay grumbled as he reached up to one of the cabinets and pulled out a small first aid kit.

He gently grabbed you by the shoulders and ushered you to take a seat at the dining table so he could work on patching you up. You silently took a seat as he held out his hand waiting for you to give him yours. Reluctantly you placed the injured one into his grasp and watched him work on you.

If he was going to be this much of a softie there couldn’t be any possible way of you staying mad. Not when he was crouched down in front of you, completely focused on bandaging up your finger. He finished up quickly and head back to the kitchen to throw out the empty bandage wrappers he used.

When he came back he leaned forward to place a featherlight kiss on your hairline, “I’m sorry.” His face held a small pout as his green eyes shined with guilt.

“It’s all right.” You nodded your head before he extended his hand out for you to hold and guided you back to the kitchen.

“Dinner is on me tonight.” Jay smiled as he salvaged the remnants of what could be used for the soup you were halfway through prepping.

You hopped up on a stool and leaned your head on your hand as you watched Jay lovingly. He quickly got to work and cleaned up the countertop before getting to work on putting the pot on the stove. Who knew that Jay Halstead could moonlight as a chef?

“Thank you.” You said, your head tilted to the side with a loving smile.

“Of course, babe.” Jay leaned over to steal a fleeting kiss before turning back around to stir the now simmering soup.

You smiled softly as you watched him glide around the kitchen prepping everything for your dinner. Getting to call him yours. That was the best part of taking a chance and moving to Chicago, that’s for sure.

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the way u write overprotective bucky is just🥺

Thank youuu, I don’t know if you could tell but I love protective Bucky lmao

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(let me know tho! obviously don’t do it if u don’t want)

Of course I’ll write it! (heads up it’ll be x reader not yelena lmao)

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I LOVED UR RED ROOM STORY!!

Thank you so much!

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i love ur writing. the new imagine u wrote was so good :)

That’s so kind of you to say, thank you!

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i LOVED the new fic u wrote!!

Thank you so much!

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ur new imagine was so good! i loved it

Aw, thank you so much that means the world to me!

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ok i just stalked u and saw that u don’t really do character x character so i’m changing my request a little but not a lot, i had this headcanon in my mind before black widow even came out of natasha having a 17 y/o sister who also went through the red room joining the avengers and everyone absolutely adoring and being very protective over her so instead of natasha could u write the fic with her at the centre of it? and then it could be like a sister reader

It’s up and can be found here!

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hi! i’ve just reread all of ur fics and i am in total awe of how u portrayed sexual assault in ur halstead sister fic. i was wondering if u could do something similar for the mcu that’s sort of something about the red room. i’ve read many many theories about how bad it really was and how there must have been a lot of mental physical and sexual abuse and i wish they focused on that more in the movies, not just in black widow but also with all of the other characters. could u maybe write something where the avengers + sam and bucky have to capture and question someone that relates to something they’re currently trying to fight but the guy has ties to the red room and knowing that they’re friends with natasha, start taunting them by bringing up everything they did to her (including the sterilization)? but natasha isn’t actually there when he says these things? sorry it’s so long feel free to take away or add anything !!

It’s been posted and you can find it here 💕

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Red Room

Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Sister!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Description: The red room didn't only haunt you, but your entire family.

Words: 1,370

Requested: yes by anonymous; could u maybe write something where the avengers + sam and bucky have to capture and question someone that relates to something they're currently trying to fight but the guy has ties to the red room and knowing that they're friends with natasha, start taunting them by bringing up everything they did to her (including the sterilization)? but natasha isn't actually there when he says these things? sorry it's so long feel free to take away or add anything !! i had this headcanon in my mind before black widow even came out of natasha having a 17 y/o sister who also went through the red room joining the avengers and everyone absolutely adoring and being very protective over her so instead of natasha could u write the fic with her at the centre of it?

Warnings: sterilization, language, injuries, mentions of mental abuse, mentions of sexual abuse, mentions of physical abuse.

A/N: I am sorry for being a week late with this request, life has definitely been busy and I've clearly been a bit lazy. Forewarning I haven't actually watched Black Widow yet (fake fan I know). I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors.

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Red room. Those two simple words strung together shook you to your core. Sure your sister was great at hiding her true feelings, you on the other hand were not. You were given the opportunity to be vulnerable around those you loved, it gave you a semblance of a stolen childhood. The second you heard those words come from his mouth your face paled and all the blood came rushing to your ears. Natasha easily picked up when your breath hitched. Bucky immediately turned to look at you only to be met with a look of terror. A look of terror that went deeper than the surface it was bubbling fear, desperate to crawl out.

He quickly crossed the room over to you and gently guided you out into the hall. His hand remained steadily on your back as a form of reassurance, but also to keep you upright if your legs decided that they weren’t going to hold you up any longer. Natasha stayed two steps behind and quickly following behind her were Sam and the rest of the Avengers in a single file line. Sam and Bucky shared a knowing look. They were going to be the ones to take control of this mission. The least they could do was only to go to the source of what was causing you all this heartache. Unsurprisingly when dealing with what was left over of Hydra there had to be remnants of the Red Room at one point. Apparently, that point just happened to be now.

Reluctantly Bucky and Sam left you with Natasha and Steve while the others followed them in suit. They had all silently agreed upon a plan to put their hearts and souls into this mission. Not only for you but for Natasha as well. The two of you were their family, and if anyone dared to hurt you they wouldn’t let them get away alive to put it lightly. Steve had already pulled you into his hold and guided you to yours and Wanda's shared room. The backstory of you and your roommate could wait but all that's needed to know is that she is one of your best friends and would tear down an entire country if it meant keeping you safe.

You sat on your bed, your legs pulled up over the comforter and crisscrossed over each other. Natasha and Steve sat on either end of you silently communicating to each other through their looks. Nat had a decent idea of what was going on through your mind so instead of pushing you to talk about it she did what she knew would help.

While you were practically having your quarter-life crisis, something you were pretty used to at this point, Bucky was seething with rage on a quinjet. This was also something Bucky was pretty used to, he had been angry for so long at this point it came to him like second nature. So clearly you and Bucky had a connection, sure Natasha was your blood-related sister but Bucky was as close as they'd come to having an older brother. Hellishly annoying? Check. Way too overprotective? Double-check. Bane of your entire existence? Would he really be this pissed off if he wasn't? Sam was watching Bucky from a few feet away and this time he actually understood his staring problem. It was an ongoing joke between the two of them but somehow this revelation felt enlightening, to say the least.

The second the quinjet landed Sam and Bucky barked orders to the others before they set off into the building. It didn’t take long to capture who they had been looking for, Bucky all but dragged the man by his collar to a chair and tied him down to it.

“Ah the Avengers, what a pleasure.” The man smiled smugly.

“Shut your damn mouth.” Sam hissed.

“Why would I? I have so much to tell you about our dear, Y/N.” The man saw how they all perked up at the mention of your name.

“She was a special one, poor girl couldn’t sit still whenever we wanted to please ourselves.” He tutted at the memories.

Bucky immediately lunged forward and grabbed ahold of the man's shirt pulling him closer. The man sat there with an ever-growing smirk while Bucky tightened his grip on the collar of his shirt.

“You speak one more time I won’t have any trouble ripping out your tongue with my bare hands.” Bucky growled, his blue eyes darkening in pure rage.

“And miss out on the seething rage I’m causing? That seems too fun to skip out on.” He smirked widely.

“Buck.” Sam shook his head as Bucky reluctantly let go of the man to listen to what he had to say.

“Now where was I? Oh right, Y/N. How is she doing now, still as scared as ever? I would hope so, she would do everything in fear of punishment.” The man snickered.

Bucky balled up his fists tightly and Sam clenched his jaw in response. Behind the two of them stood a fuming Tony and Wanda who were both gearing up to beat the absolute living daylights out of this man. Granted if Thor were here he probably would have already killed him purely out of anger. The man watched the group with a mischievous glint in his soulless eyes. This was getting a rise out of him, no wonder he worked alongside the Red Room. All of this was like a power trip for him.

“I do have one question. Were you ever informed of Miss Romanoff’s sterilization operation? In fact, if she happens to have a boyfriend you may want to let him know as well. Give him time to leave before losing any chance of having his own children.” He laughed darkly.

Bucky took a step forward only to be stopped by Sam’s hand on his shoulder. This was his plan, let the man spill his guts before they got to work. Tony and Wanda stood there stone-faced ready for any indication of taking action. The man continued with his taunting, detailing the many times they had gaslit you as a child, convincing you that you would only ever amount to be a machine for their use. However, the one thing that almost threw everyone over the edge was when began talking about the pleasure you gave them. If looks could kill he would’ve been six feet under the second they all walked in. This was you he was talking about, every single one of them would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant keeping you safe from the likes of people like him.

“All right listen here you son of a bitch, either you answer all of our questions, or she gets to use you as her rag doll.” Tony stepped up with a look of disgust, gesturing to Wanda, her hands already emitting their red glow.

“Personally, I wouldn’t want to test that threat.” Sam looked at the man with raised brows.

“What do you think, Winter Soldier?” The man’s gaze drifted over to Bucky, who practically had smoke coming out of his ears.

“I would listen, she doesn’t look like she would hesitate.” Bucky said plainly.

Eventually, they had pulled a mass amount of information from the man. Not without drastic measures of course. Naturally, Bucky took charge of the fear-inducing part of things yet he left the rest of the torture to Wanda and Tony. Sam was in charge of simply asking the questions and relaying them back to Steve once they got back on the quinjet. This entire mission took hours but now they all took refuge on the quinjet ready to head home.

Back at the tower, you had been coaxed to sleep by Natasha. She had been sitting next to you the whole time, her arm wrapped around your shoulders. Steve took the liberty upon himself to at least bring her a snack and a book to read knowing she wasn’t leaving your side anytime soon. None of them would be leaving your side ever, especially if Bucky had anything to do with it.

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