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stevenssacrab · 4 months
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Collision
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Summary: On a routine bike ride through your local park, you meet a beautiful stranger in unique way.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of blood, and wound care, descriptions of a bike accident
Word Count: 1.0k
a/n: Just a lil short and sweet one, with the ever beautiful Natasha :D
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The cool autumn air gently nips at your skin, your cheeks round and rosy pink; you always loved a good evening bike ride around your local park; you first started it as a way to get the daily exercise, but you've grown to love the repetitive motion of pushing the petals, and the wind blowing past your face. Today was particularly beautiful; the sun was setting, a ray of crimson and amber painting the sky.
You like to use this time to unwind and think of nothing substantial, no deadlines, upcoming events, or obligations; be in the moment. As you round your 2nd lap around the park, you’re stuck on whether you should do another lap, while deep in thought, you don’t even see the person riding straight for you at an ungodly speed.
“Hey! Watch out!” A bystander yells, but it is already too late; time slows each second longer than the last as you come speeding toward this woman on her bike; there is no avoiding it; it is already happening. You collided with a painful crack, sending you flying over, landing hard on your shoulder, and tumbling forward.
When you open your eyes, you're greeted by a gorgeous woman, her face etched with worry. Her mouth is moving, but you can't hear anything she's saying. You're lost in her eyes, a beautiful mix of blueish green with flicks of amber; she slowly waves her hand in front of your face, snapping back into reality.
"Hello? Are you okay? I'm so sorry I didn't see you until it was too late." she said, her eyes scanning you for injuries, her face dropping when she saw blood coming from your forehead. "Oh my god, I have a first aid kit in my car; I'll be right back," she said quickly; you watched her run away and disappear momentarily behind the trees; you were inspecting the damage when you heard footsteps running toward you. Your eyes scan over her physique; you definitely overlooked that before.
"Okay, let me take a look," she said smoothly, setting the kit down next to you; she cracked open a water bottle and grabbed your hand; she softly put the water bottle into your hand.
"Here, take this," she says while grabbing a packet of ibuprofen; handing you the tablet, she patiently waits for you to do as instructed; you stare at her, mouth agape, "please," she says, gently motioning at the medication, you obey and swallow the pill, you're staring at her, thoroughly aware that you still haven't spoken a word.
"Th-thank you," you say meekly; you look at the palms of your hands.
"You're welcome," she chirps happily, "Let me take a look," she says, cracking open another water bottle; she pours it onto a towel and gently pats your forehead clean.
"So, what's your name?" she asks, focused on your wound.
"Y/N," you say gingerly, using the opportunity to take in every detail of her face, noticing the 2 moles on her cheek.
"You know it's rude to stare?" she quips, never breaking her focus.
"I-I'm not staring; you're just, in front of me is all." you defended
"Uh-huh, sure," she says cockily, flicking her eyes down to meet yours, you try to hold contact, but when she looks at you, you feel as if she's staring right into your soul.
"So, what do you do?" she asks, trying to fill the silence.
"I'm a firefighter," you say proudly.
"Oh, well, that's unexpected," she says, searching for the Neosporin, "how is a firefighter so clumsy?" she teases, her lips coming to a smirk.
"Clumsy? I'm pretty sure you ran into me," you laugh back.
"Why don't you let me make it up to you over coffee?" she says slyly, her eyes snapping to your lips and then back to your eyes.
"Hmm, I suppose," you tease back as you grab the Neosporin from the kit, handing it to her; she generously applies it, eyes watching your face for any hints of pain.
"Do you live around the area?" she asks, firming her hand on your shoulder.
"Yeah, like a 5-minute bike ride from here," you say; you're usually not this open with your personal information, but something about her, you know she's one of the good ones; she grabs a large bandaid and cautiously covers the wound.
"There you go, all better." She leaned back and started putting all the supplies away.
"Oh, let me help you," you say, suddenly moving to help, you knock over the entire box.
"I'm sorry, let me help you," you say; you kneel down and frantically clean up the mess.
"Y/N, relax," she says calmly; she kneels down and helps you clean up.
"Not clumsy, huh?" she says coyly, lifting her brow slightly.
"I'm not. I'm just nervous," you laugh, nervously staring at the ground.
"Do I make you nervous, Y/N?" she questions, slowly closing the space between you, inching closer like an apex predator. You don't know what else to do; you are reduced to a stuttering mess, slowly getting pushed into a nearby tree.
"I-No, I just-" you stutter out; you bump into the tree, suddenly aware of how close she is; you stare at her, eyes as wide as saucers.
"Shhh, it's alright, Y/N," she shushes, gently grabbing your hand; you jump at the sudden contact but instantly melt into her touch.
"Let's get you home, yeah?" she asks sweetly.
"Okay," you say simply, leading her out of the park.
"I'm Natasha, by the way," she says, bringing attention to the fact that you hadn't even asked what her name was; you smack your palm to your forehead, shame engulfing you; how did you forget to ask for her name?
"I'm so sorry, I didn't even ask your name, ugh," you sighed heavily, hitting your face with your hands.
"It's okay," she laughs, breaking any tension you had left in you. "I mean, I did crash into you, and you did land pretty hard," she says gently, thumbing over your knuckles.
"Thank you for taking care of me," you say shyly, avoiding eye contact, "Well, this is me," you say; you let go of her hand and reach for your keys; you do it slowly; you don't want this to end.
"I'll see you this weekend, right, for that coffee?" she asks, patiently awaiting your answer.
"Yes, definitely."
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writing-house-of-m · 3 months
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Cold hands, Warm hearts
Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader
Summary: Natasha warms you up on a cold day with an impromptu date
A/N: This is for @esouliie ! You can all thank her for this because I don't know when I would have gotten something new finished. This was also the result of there being way too many 'missing Natasha hours' recently (I've also been having a lot of 'missing Wanda hours' too and have re-watched WandaVision because of it). But, everyone... this fic... is so freaking cute and I hope you all think so too. Happy reading and let me know who you think!
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"Hey," you hear a familiar rasp from over your shoulder. 
You didn't think you would hear from her so soon. She told you she was going to be busy, which is code for ‘away on a mission’, so have kept yourself occupied for the last few weeks trying not to think of the red head. Which is easier said than done. 
Every morning when you wake up disappointment fills you not seeing her there. Your intertwined lives are now routine. 
It is hard to adjust when she is away, especially when it is for weeks and what feels like no end in sight. On top of that, with missions like these, there is no communication between you to fill the Natasha shaped hole in your life. 
Sometimes you wonder if it would be easier to be involved with someone else, anyone else for that matter, but the thought is gone as quick as it comes because no one could ever replace the way she makes you feel. 
The first week of her absence you filled your free time as much as you could by catching up with friends and family. You constantly found yourself avoiding the question about why you have been so distant recently. It was the one thing Natasha requested from you - not telling anyone about your relationship with her - to, in her words ‘keep you safe'. 
You still remember the way she looked at you. It was the first time you could see past the facade she held, seeing the worry linger in her eyes for a split second. The intensity of her gaze and her hesitance was a strange thing to witness. When you nodded your head in agreement her smile was soft, almost relieved. In that moment you realized you would agree to anything she asked just to see that vulnerable side again. You felt privileged. 
This second and third week have been much slower, a lot of your time has been spent in the four walls of your apartment because of last minute canceled plans and much needed maintenance needed around your home. 
So you decide today, cold be damned, you will be taking a walk through your local park. You shared this little wonder of a place with Natasha in your fourth month of being together, happy to be able to reveal a bit more of you and your life. 
It is a public place, more people pass by here than in the street where you live. But you got to show Natasha all the overlooked secrets; little winding paths that lead to flower gardens, a pond hidden behind some bushes and the gargoyles you can see from one spot when standing in a specific angle by a monument in the center. You even pointed out some regulars you see because of all your time here. From the confined elderly wanting a bit of liberation from their mundane lives to daring children trying to climb the tallest tree they can find. 
A breeze rushes past, the cold chilling you to your bones and you inwardly curse at yourself. Trust you to have picked the coldest day for some freedom. Initially, the brisk air was making you regret your decision, that was until the sun came out. It didn't do a whole lot against the freezing temperature, but it did look pretty against the frost and ice distracting you from the chilly weather. 
The way the sun's rays shine between the branches that stretched out over your head reminded you of spring time and how much you couldn’t wait for the season to change. 
Just as you were about to get out from the clearing for some much needed sunlight and heat on your face, that’s when you heard Natasha. 
It has been so long you think you are hearing things, that is until you turn your head and see her. The long army green coat she is wearing almost makes her look taller. 
Almost. 
Strands of red hair peek out from the beanie Natasha is wearing, a braid is tucked into her pulled up collar and she has a soft smile on her face. One you have noticed she reserves for you. 
It takes everything in you to not run over and jump into her arms, to press your nose into her neck to get a smell of the home you have been craving. 
Big scenes are not her thing, you’ve learnt. 
Instead your eyes drop to her gloved hands holding two hot drinks which takes you out of your stupor and smiling brighter in return. You almost want to ask how she knew where you were but then remember her profession. 
"You look cold," there is a playfulness to Natasha’s voice matching her smirk. 
Regardless of how wrapped up you are, you know your scarf hasn't done much to stop your face from getting cold, it must be covered in a light blush. 
"I could say the same about you," you raise an eyebrow with your own smirk. A noticeable pink tint is adorning her cheeks and nose from the cold bite of the air. You wonder how long she has been trailing you. 
Natasha's smile widens as closes in and hands you one of the cups. You take off your gloves, shoving them into your pocket to allow the heat to bring back the feeling in your frozen hands as you bring it to your nose to take a whiff. Your favorite, of course it is. 
She leans in and pecks you on the lips, her still warm palm from the drink sinks into your cheek making you forget about the kiss of the sun you were walking towards. Natasha disappoints you with how short her lips are on yours, you were hoping for something that was more than just a split second considering how long it has been. 
Although Natasha pulls back it is only by an inch as she remains close to ask, "Where are you going?" 
Her voice is low and her warm breath is a nice contrast to the icy wind. 
Your eyes flutter close as you revel in her presence and soak up the warmth she brings. Brushing your nose against hers you reply, "Wherever my feet take me," you smile and open your eyes to the green ones you selfishly wish to keep to yourself. "I'm glad I have some company now," you whisper. 
"I hope you weren't expecting anyone else," Natasha says with a twitch of an eyebrow. 
You shake your head. "Definitely not," you say, pressing a small kiss to her lips, one that lasts longer than the mediocre one she gave you. "I missed you." 
You like seeing her like this. Carefree. Soft. Unguarded. 
Well as unguarded as can be, it was something you picked up in your first few months of spending time together - Natasha is always alert. The way her eyes flint around every so often, looking around to quickly survey her surroundings, always cautious of any lingering threats. To the untrained eye it looks like she is taking in the scenery, but you know after knowing her for as long as you have. 
Over time it is a habit you have even picked up from her, making you wonder if there are things she has picked up from you. 
Natasha stands by your side allowing you to loop an arm around her waist while you take a sip of your beverage. It leaves a warm trail as it makes its way down your throat. It still isn't as warm as the way Natasha makes you feel though as cheesy as that may sound. 
"Thank you for this, I didn't realize how much I needed it," you say, signaling the paper cup. 
She smiles at you to acknowledge your gratitude. "You're never one to think ahead, plus I saw you shiver," Natasha remarks. 
You scoff, shaking your head, "I did not shiver." 
Some children are laughing not too far in front of you which distracts both of your attentions away from your conversation. A large puddle of water has frozen over and seems to be the main source of entertainment for the little gang. 
The two of you stop to watch their innocence, a pang of jealousy hits you because of how carefree and innocent they are. Not a single worry showing on their faces in this cruel world. 
You have been fortunate to only hear about the atrocities always going on. More so since you started to date Natasha. She doesn't go into detail about her line of work but the faraway look she has on her face sometimes after certain assignments tells you all you need to know. It fills you with pride knowing you are Natasha’s source of domestic normalcy. 
One of the snuggly wrapped up boys slips and tries to regain his footing before he falls to the ground making you let out a breath of laughter. The scene is something straight from a cartoon as the boy tries to find balance when trying to stand again while the rest laugh at him. A boy in a puffy gray coat, who is howling with laughter, loses his feet from under him sending him straight to the ground landing on his butt making the rest of them exclaim even louder. 
The smile you see in your peripheral vision tells you Natasha is enjoying this too. 
"How long had you been watching me before you decided to come over, stalker?" You ask, curiosity getting the better of you. 
"Long enough to see you shiver," Natasha accuses in her husky voice. 
You bark out a laugh, "I do not shiver!" 
"Yeah, yeah, you keep lying to yourself," Natasha smirks. 
You spend long minutes, people watching while sipping on your drinks and basking in this precious stolen time you get to spend with each other. 
The children are fewer now, some of them have left with their parents while the rest stay. They have started a game to see who can stay on their feet the longest as they try to knock each other down. 
Sometimes you forget Natasha’s past, what little you know of it, and almost ask about her childhood. You bite your tongue to stop yourself from asking 'What did you get up to as a kid?’ 
Instead, you face Natasha as she continues to stare on at the scene; her side profile is enough to show her fatigue. You place your empty cup on the wall beside you so you can take her face in your hands. 
Natasha takes your lead to turn in your direction allowing you to take in all of her features. 
"You look tired," you whisper in concern as your thumb rubs along her cheekbone. 
"Gee, thanks(!)" Natasha chuckles at her own sarcasm. 
"Nat," you start, ready to reprimand her for not being serious. 
"We’ve had some long days. But don’t worry, I'll be off for the holidays,” Natasha replies. “You'll have me for two weeks. That’s enough time for you to get sick of having me around. By the end of it you’re going to want to be rid of me." 
"Impossible," you say without thinking then lean in to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. 
Natasha turns her head slightly to meet your lips, sighing when she allows herself a moment of being wrapped up in you. 
A buzzing sound makes you stop before you can deepen the kiss any further. You let out a breath of disdain from Natasha’s phone ruining your moment. Natasha smiles at you apologetically, taking the device from her pocket. 
While Natasha checks the notification you give her some privacy, picking up both empty cups to discard them. 
When you return and meet Natasha's eyes, the sparkle that was there just moments ago has faded as regret takes over. She is being called back. 
"Three more days, then you're all mine, Romanoff,” you smile. “And for a whole two weeks!" you exaggerate in hopes to lessen the blow of her having to leave. "How did I get so lucky? I guess I'm being spoiled this season." 
You know you succeed when you see the corners of Natasha's lips raise slightly before she holds onto your coat and pulls you in kissing you again. 
Her phone buzzes impatiently, interrupting you again . 
"I have to go," Natasha says, her warm breath fanning over your face as she rests her forehead against yours. ”But just know, I’m the lucky one here.” 
You smile at her confession and revel once more in the warmth she provides before you have to face the harsh cold that comes with the Winter months alone. 
Kissing Natasha’s forehead you meet her loving green gaze once more. "Come back to me," you breathe out as light as the breeze chilling you. 
"Always," Natasha says, sweetly and just as quiet. Her voice carries the weight of more than the one worded sentence she has spoken. 
Taking a breath, Natasha gives you a final peck before she drags herself away from you. 
Your arm stretches out as Natasha walks away, your hand lingering in hers for those extra few seconds of comfort. But mostly because you don't want to let her go. 
Saying goodbye is always difficult no matter how short the visit. 
As you watch her walk away you think about the first time you met the assassin. 
Out of all the windows in the city Natasha crashed through yours. Your shock had you frozen in place until she tried to stumble out of your apartment but collapsed from fatigue because of the fight she had just endured. 
After getting over the fact an Avenger covered in dirt and blood had ruined your new rug, you used your limited first aid knowledge to nurse her back to health. When she awoke a few hours later, she told you just how crappy of a job you had done. 
What got Natasha’s attention was when you quipped back saying you should have let her bleed out to make a quick buck off of all of her equipment to pay for the damages she caused. 
When she left a short while later you didn’t think you would ever see her in person again. You were looking forward to being able to tell all the people in your life about the encounter with an actual superhero. 
Reality hit you in the gut with the name of ‘Non Disclosure Agreement’ and a clean up crew which you couldn’t be mad about. 
Unbeknownst to you, after your first meeting Natasha couldn't stop herself from wanting to see you again. Her mind drifted to the ‘kind’ (your words not hers) stranger who applied sloppy bandages to her arm and stomach. The messy job would have gotten infected if she hadn’t woken up. Natasha caught herself smiling at the memory too often and had to force herself to be present for work. 
Life went on and your encounter felt less and less real as each day passed. Until one evening, while in your office building working late, you received a call telling you you were needed on the roof. Skeptical as you were, you obeyed thinking of the promotion you had been working so hard toward. 
What you hadn’t expected was a fully healed Black Widow to emerge from the shadows, playfully schooling you to not comply with shady orders received late at night. Then insulting you with how boring your life was and how you should learn to cook for yourself instead of wasting all your money on take-out. 
Surprise was an understatement and instead of letting that show, like your mouth wasn’t already slightly hanging open from the shock while she spoke, you decided to play Natasha’s game and call her out for the stalker that she was. 
Since then your meetings have been sporadic but it didn’t stop you both from falling for each other. Who knew a year and a half on you would be in a relationship with each other, life would have made more sense if you had stopped talking. But you have defied the odds and are still going strong. 
When you make it back to your apartment you find flowers waiting for you on the kitchen counter making you smile. A card attached to them with a message in Natasha’s handwriting that reads ‘3 more days ♡’ makes you feel like your heart is going to burst from emotion. 
Needless to say that smile never left your face throughout you making dinner all the way up until the moment you go to bed that night. Natasha somehow always has a habit of making you feel like a giddy teenager. 
You couldn’t wait to see her again. The gift you have been wanting to give to her for a few weeks has been hidden under your towels in the kitchen cabinet. You can only hope she doesn't already know about it. 
The next time you are together you are going to give her a key to your apartment so that she knows she will always have a place to come back to. 
A place she can call home. 
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cuinaminute229 · 1 year
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Lemonade and sweet tea
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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
warnings: fluff, mostly smut, 18+ only
a/n: this was originally only fluff, no idea what happened but now it's fluff with ✨spice✨ also @family-house-of-m cause you asked so nicely enjoy some spicy fluff that probably sucks lol
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The smell of grilled cheese and hotdogs fills the kitchen. It’s the weekend, a mid-afternoon that warms the grass and concrete sidewalks along the road.
The windows and the backdoor are open to let the breeze run through the house, a few glasses of lemonade and sweet tea sit atop the table with pink straws and polka dots painted plastic cups.
You glance up from where you lean against the counter, a knife in one hand and half of a sandwich in the other, a smile lifts your lips when you catch sight of her in the doorway.
“Did you lose a bet?” You tease her softly as you place the food and utensil down before walking over to her. Her glare is playful as she watches your every movement, hands on her hips as you step up right in front of her. She's dripping wet, droplets of water still clinging to her skin along with the smell of chlorine from the pool.
“I did not lose a bet, I was pushed.” She explains and you bite your cheek to suppress a grin.
“The great Natasha Romanoff let her guard down enough to be pushed into the pool? By a child no less."
Natasha narrows her eyes at you and you realize it's too late to step back because her eyes are bright and gleaming as she pushes forward and wraps her arms around your waist, trapping you in her grip with a low chuckle as you yelp and try to push her away. “Nat, no!”
She’s fast and smooth with her motions as her hands sneak under your shirt as she pulls you even closer, a smug expression on her face as she places a kiss on your cheek.
“Guess who’s soaked now?” Her whisper is low and suggestive and her fingers flex against the muscles of your back when you shiver at her tone.
“You are evil.” You tell her, voice concrete in your conclusion. She smirks as you give in and returns her embrace. Dancing your fingers up the length of her back, finding purchase at the black tied strings of her bikini top.
She raises an eyebrow at you and pushes you back with slow calculated steps until you meet the edge of the counter.
“Clint and his kids are here Nat.” You remind her as her hands wander, nails scratching lightly as she gives you a smirk.
“We'll be quick babygirl.” Her voice is a seductive purr, a dark gleam in her eyes before she captures your lips in a deep kiss.
A hum leaves you as she maneuvers her grip so she can lift you to sit on the only free space on the counter, her teeth nipping at your bottom lip as your breath hitches. Her hands slide over your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up to reveal more smooth skin, urging your legs apart so she can step into the available space.
She pulls back to kiss the soft slope of your throat, nibbling a spot that she knows will make your knees weak. Her hands once again travel under your tank top to dance along the curve of your waist and stomach. You bite your lip as your gaze trails over her shoulder to eye the open door. The warm air brushing through the kitchen in a gentle breeze, a reminder of the heat of summer and sun.
“We can’t,” You try to push her away, hands on her shoulders as the chance that you could be caught creeps into your mind. “Nat.”
She bites the slope of your neck making you shiver. Her tongue soothes the mark she's left, breath hot and heavy as she trails kisses to your shoulder, teasing the edge of your collarbones. “Relax, we can. The kids are having a water balloon fight. We’re fine.”
She pushes the damp fabric of your shirt up with a deadly smirk and you let her toss the shirt away.
“You are evil.” You remind her, voice not as sarcastic as you want, sounding too breathless. You run your hands up her arms to loop them around her shoulders, fingers tangling in her auburn hair. Strands sticking to her jaw and neck as you brush her hair from her face.
“And yet you love me.” Her expression is smug, eyes bright as she keeps eye contact, letting her hands roam, touch soft and teasing.
You hook your legs around her waist, the denim shorts she’s wearing damp and rough against your thighs. “I do love you, always. I married you after all.”
She kisses you again, slow and savoring like she’s planning on taking her time, drawing it out until you can’t even think past the brush of her fingers and lips. Her hands grip your hips, a touch possessive as she pulls you impossibly closer, you groan at the motion and you feel her smile against your lips.
Natasha ducks her head and presses an open-mouthed kiss against the bruise she's left to admire, smirking as your fingers dig into the muscles of her shoulders, nails dragging softly. As her hands trail up the soft skin of your stomach, your fingers tug at the tied knot of her top.
“You have to be quiet.” She reminds you with an impossibly gentle kiss, and you swear she's teasing you on purpose.
"I'm always quiet." You tell her, your stare is intense as you slowly undo the strings, the tiniest smirk on your face when you see her swallow as her top comes loose. You spread your fingers over her newly exposed chest, an innocent smile on your face.
"That," She smirks as she leans forward. You scrape your nails along the muscles of her abdomen as she pushes her chest against your own, drawing a sigh from your throat. "Is a lie."
The contact is dizzying, the heat of her skin, the way she breathes heavily against your lips. You roll your hips for more contact, shameless in your need.
You kiss her like you're starving, like you will never get enough. You kiss her as a moan crawls up your throat, and you can only concentrate on all the places she's touching you.
You ache for her in every single way possible.
The graze of her nipples and the exploration of her hands, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ribcage. The rough fabric of her shorts when she grinds her hips into you.
The heat of her is intoxicating, the gentleness, everything.
"You are," your breath hitches when she drags a nail over the curve of your breast. "such a tease. And a liar."
Natasha pulls back just slightly, nipping your bottom lip as her hands find purchase on your thighs. "Whatever do you mean?" She mumbles with a smirk.
"I thought we were going to be quick?" You raise an eyebrow as her, one hand tangling in her hair as she holds your gaze, eyes burning with a hunger that ignites you.
She leans forward and kisses your lips before she ducks her head and nips at the swell of your breast. Your fingers tighten in her hair as a shiver runs up your spine and she hums against you.
Natasha slides her hands underneath the bunched up fabric of your skirt, nails scratching lightly as her fingers slide up the expansion of your inner thighs.
She is so close to exactly where you need her most and yet she pauses and pulls back to look at you. Her expression is horribly smug when a whine escapes you. "What if I want to take my time? What if I want to devour you?" Natasha's voice is a purr, deep and promising.
“Fuck,” The word is a whimper, breathless even and you would swear your blood is on fire with how she's looking at you.
Natasha hums in agreement. One hand slips around your waist while the other grips your thigh like she never wants to let go.
When she brushes forward, nose bumping against yours, she smiles. Mumbles your name before capturing your lips in a desperate kiss that steals the ability to breathe.
You cup her face in your hands as you give in. A needy whine escapes when she teases you, fingers grazing over blazing heat.
As she pushes forward, her other hand brushes your hair out of your face, and she growls into the kiss. "I can feel how much you want me,"
Your breathing is ragged and a gasp escapes when she enters you with two fingers.
Natasha teases the twitching muscles of your back, tracing the length of your spine. Her touch is light enough to tickle if you weren't concentrating on the fact she's yet to move her finger.
You tighten your legs around her, try to pull her even closer than she already is so you can chase what's just out of reach but she doesn't budge, only smirks at your impatience.
A frustrated huff leaves you as you pull her into another kiss. You whimper when she pulls back enough to exhale against your lips.
"Someone's impatient." She teases you, fingers curling just to see your response. A curse rushes out of your mouth and your thighs twitch.
"Having fun aren't you?" You raise an eyebrow and force a sigh, trying to steady your breathing so she doesn't know exactly how much she's affecting you. It doesn't work.
"Drawing it out makes it so much more," she kissed you again, "enjoyable." The word is a satisfied purr and your knees tremble.
She moves her thumb to press exactly where you ache for her, adding just enough pressure for you to grind against her hand. A curse dies on your tongue with a strangled moan.
Your nails dig into her shoulders as she moves to kiss the spot behind your ear. Natasha chuckles quietly into the sensitive skin, causing you to tremble in her hold.
As soon as she starts to move, as soon as she starts to fuck you in earnest, curling her fingers and whispering praises against your neck, you swear you're going to pass out.
You lean forward and brush your nose against Nat's shoulder, breath hitching when her fingers find a sensitive spot.
As you dig your teeth into her shoulder, the smooth skin muffles your whine as she rolls her hips forward.
You swear your entire body trembles.
"What the hell is taking so - OH MY GOD."
You press your face into Natasha's neck with a groan, embarrassment rising goosebumps on your shoulders as you hug her against you.
A door slams shut and you feel her chuckle at being caught and she bites at your earlobe.
“Focus on me, just me," Natasha murmurs. She brushes her nose against yours as she changes the angle of her hand, adding another finger when you roll your hips and beg for more.
“Please, please, please Nat.” You whimper and you swear you can hear her smirk.
Natasha dips her head to press a kiss to your neck, teeth scraping gently at the bruise she's so proud of. "Are you going to come for me, sweetheart? Come on, I've got you." She coaxes softly.
Natasha tightens her arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss that makes your head spin and your breath hitch as she brings you over the edge.
The orgasm slams into you hard enough that you see stars. Your choked cry becomes a whimper when she doesn't slow her pace, drawing it out until you can't breathe anymore.
Natasha hums, and kisses your jaw as you bow your head, breathing heavily.
You whine, exhaling softly and you have to actually think as you ease your grip on her waist so Natasha can step back. “Fuck.”
Her fingers glisten in the afternoon light and your lungs refuse to work as she sucks a finger into her mouth. You whimper as you watch her, eyes fixated on her lips.
She smirks when she releases her finger with a pop. Hold your gaze as she continues with her other fingers.
“You’re going to kill me.” You whisper, and a shiver dances along your skin.
She looks impossibly smug.
Your fingers grasp her hip as you watch helplessly.
“Don’t forget to breathe baby,” Natasha reminds you softly.
You suck in a breath as she leans forward, a soft smile on her face and she cups your face, pulling you into a kiss. You moan when you taste yourself on her tongue.
“You… you need to,” You sigh against her lips. “Apologies to Clint.”
“It’s his fault.” She murmurs before kissing you again.
“It’s your fault.” You correct her, looping your arms around her neck to keep her close.
“Cause I’m evil?” She asks with a small smile and you hum in agreement.
"Obviously."
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ichorai · 1 year
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fluorescence ; natasha romanoff.
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pairing ; natasha romanoff x mutant!gn!reader
synopsis ; in which you get a little too immersed in your book.
words ; 0.8k
themes ; fluff, mutant au, housemates au
warnings / includes ; no warnings, there's very gay tension in this one folks, very clear Feelings™ for each other, sun-and-moon dynamic, reader has cool powers :D
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Fantasy had always enamored you. The blazing dragons of the sky, the glinting swords of knights, and the soft pastels of intricate ball gowns never failed to send you into a romanticized haze. It was the longing for a life you knew you couldn’t have, the sweetest of romances between forbidden parties, the thrilling action that had you gripping the book so tightly, it was a wonder its spine didn’t split into half.
On a particularly dreary winter night, you had been so immersed in the story of the princess and the dragon that you hadn’t even realized your powers getting the better of you. Vines snaked up the walls and ceilings, crawling out of your room and into the hallway. Small wildflowers blossomed by your nightstand, but you had yet to notice.
You let out a breathy laugh as you rolled over on your bed, not once ripping your gaze from the inked words, just about drowning in your thick woolen blanket. With this action, leaves sprouted from the vines and criss-crossed over your bed. Within minutes, your room started looking more like a forest than a place of slumber.
Finding your nose buried between the pages of a book far too thick for her liking wasn’t an uncommon feat for Natasha. Finding her laptop shrouded with greenery and roses, however, was not. Her narrowed gaze traced over the vines leading out of her own sanctuary and into the hallway, confirming her suspicions by twisting right into your bedroom.
She pushed away from her work desk with an amused sigh, careful to sidestep the plum-hued orchids in the midst of fluorescence by her feet.
“You have a peculiar way of luring people into bed with you,” Natasha murmured humorously once she ducked under the canopy of leaves decorating your doorway. “While I appreciate the flowers, I do have some recon papers to organize.”
In an instant, your wide eyes snapped away from the worn pages of your book, finding solace in your roommate’s entertained gaze. It took you a second to realize the repercussions of your slipping reign over your powers. The green was hard to miss, after all.
“I am so sorry.” Your voice came out far smaller than you intended it to, but you slanted your lips into an apologetic smile to make up for it. “I didn’t realize.”
Natasha shrugged it off lightly, a small smile of her own playing at the corner of her lips. It relieved you to see that she wasn’t actually mad. She meandered over the foliage and sat beside you on the bed, raising an eyebrow at your book. “So you didn’t send me those flowers on purpose? I’m offended.” A faux gasp of indignation escaped her lungs, but was ultimately betrayed by a striking grin.
With a scoff, you nudged at her shoulder with your own. You placed a bookmark (also your receipt from your last grocery run with Natasha) where you left off and pushed the story to the side. Bringing both your palms together, you conjured a singular, minuscule canary buttercup, its petals falling soft against your fingers. Natasha watched in muted awe, green irises darting between your concentrated expression to the flower unfurling in your palm. Nimbly, you slotted the canary behind her ear, smoothing your thumb over her carmine hair, before shifting down to trail over her cheekbone. For just a second, your eyes slid to her lips, slightly parted and lightly glossed—so very, very kissable—
Breath hitching in your throat, your fingers curled in on themself, and you reluctantly pulled your hand away. If Natasha had noticed you ogling her mouth (which, she most definitely did) she didn’t mention it, to which you were extremely grateful.
Natasha seemed mildly disappointed when your warmth retracted, but she cleared her throat and the twinkle in her viridescent eyes came back just as quickly as it disappeared.
“There. You happy now?”
She made a jokingly unimpressed noise. “It’s small.”
“Seemed fitting,” you teased. “You’re not very tall yourself, you know.”
Natasha shot you a spineless glare. “Don’t even start.” She looked oh so pretty with that flower behind her ear, dappled moonlight casting sharp shadows over her even shaper features. The both of you fell into a comfortable silence before she spoke up once more. “You know, the recon can wait. That book must be pretty good to make you lose control of your powers.”
A warm flush spidered through your skin, and you reached over to grab at the frayed book once again. “You want me to read a bit to you?”
“Nothing would be better,” Natasha quipped as she laid down, sinking into your plush pillows with a pleased grin, inhaling the crisp fougere scent of your air freshener and enjoying the small moment of home with you a little more than she should’ve.
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kazmyass · 1 year
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I've got a request. I understand if this is a difficult topic and you don't feel comfortable writing it. Natasha coming back from a mission to find reader self harming. Just loads of comfort and fluff, please
More Than You Know
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader
Description: After feeling like there was no other way out, reader starts to self harm again. Natasha catches them and makes them feel a little better.
Warnings: LOTS of angst, self harm, negative thoughts, suicidal ideation, razors, blood, talk of depression, swearing. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU!!
Words: 1.3k
A/N: Please please please, if you ever feel the need to self harm, talk to someone. Talk to someone safe. It doesn’t have to be a family member, just someone you know who won’t get mad. I am always available to talk to. I really hope this brings comfort to whoever is reading. Remember you are loved.
It had been an exceptionally hard week. Normally episodes for y/n didn’t last for more than a month, but this one had lasted nearly two. And it still wasn’t getting better. In fact, it felt like this time, maybe it wasn’t going to get better.
Y/n had had thoughts like those before, but never too bad. They were always fleeting. Always gone after a moment. But they were sticking around this time. Nearly all day.
The compound was eerily silent. Not just because it was nearly midnight, but because everyone was gone on a mission. Everyone but y/n. A hostile force threatened the city yet again, and y/n was stuck in the compound. They felt stupid. Useless even. They should be out protecting the world; instead they were in their room contemplating if they even wanted to get out of bed. They had barely eaten all day, didn’t brush their teeth, they were a mess, they thought.
The pain was too much. The hole in their heart was growing larger by the minute, and the feeling of utter hopelessness was eating away at them. All they wanted was for Natasha to be there. She would make things better. She always did.
“Oh god,” y/n whispered. “What do I do?” They were hoping for a miracle. That Nat would suddenly appear and tell them everything would be alright and they were going to be okay. She would whisper sweet nothings to them and hold them until they fell asleep. But, it was impossible. Natasha was nearly across the country.
“Please,” they begged no one in particular. “Please come back.” A tear fell down their cheek. The pain in their heart was spreading to their stomach and throat. It felt like it would never end.
Tears began to pour from y/n’s eyes. They pulled their legs in and buried their head in their knees. Sobbing, y/n contemplated the options. Go to sleep. Eat. Cry more. None of them seemed appealing to y/n. Except one.
They had done it before until Tony caught them. He had seen the scars and forced y/n to show him where the razor was. He threw it out, of course, and locked up all the sharp objects in the compound. Even the weapons. Especially the weapons. He did it out of love and fear. He cared for y/n like a father would care for a child.
But after a while, Tony unlocked everything and allowed y/n to train again. He thought they were better. And for a while, they were.
But now, it felt like there was no other option. Y/n, tears still in their eyes, unfolded themselves and swung their legs over the bed. They were going to find something. Something to end the pain, even if it was only temporary.
Opting for the bathroom, they made a beeline for the shower. There was a shaving razor, and it wouldn’t be too hard to take apart. They fumbled a bit with taking it apart, cutting their thumb in the process. Y/n hissed in pain. But it didn’t hurt that much. And when they saw the red, it was over. There was no talking y/n out of it now.
When the razor was dismantled, y/n sat cross-legged on the floor. They stared at the small blade in their hand. Taking a deep breath, y/n slashed the blade across their left wrist. It stung a bit, but the satisfaction of seeing the blood come to the surface was far too great. They did it again. And again. And eventually their arm became numb. In fact, y/n became numb. Tears stopped falling. They were at peace.
But it was an odd peace. There was still pain in their heart. It had just subdued. And nothing mattered anymore.
They were too lost in thought to notice anything other than the blood on their wrist. They didn’t notice the Avengers enter the compound, and didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards their room.
Natasha didn’t want to wake y/n, as she assumed they would be asleep by now. But when she entered the room and saw the bed empty, Natasha halted. She turned to see the bathroom door wide open, y/n on the ground, and a bloody blade by their side.
Taking a sharp inhale, she froze. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. She didn’t know how to respond, being on the other end.
In the Red Room, Natasha found ways to cope. She would dig her nails into her palm until she bled, she would pinch her thighs, pick at unhealed scabs. No one noticed.
And now, being on the other end, Natasha realized she could help y/n, the way she wanted to be helped. She took a deep breath and walked over to the doorframe. Y/n still didn’t register that Nat was there. But a soft knock on the doorframe quickly brought them back to reality.
“Shit! I- Nat- shit shit shit, I didn’t-” Y/n stammered, wincing a bit as they put their hand over their raw wrist.
“Let me see that,” Natasha said quietly. She wasn’t angry. In fact, her tone was warm and comforting. Y/n opened their mouth to protest, but thought better of it. They held their wrist out for Natasha to see. “Oh my love.” Is all Natasha said. Pain swam in her eyes, but she didn’t show any other signs that she was upset. Of course, Natasha’s heart was screaming. She wanted to pull y/n into her arms and magically heal the wounds of their wrist and soul. But she couldn’t.
Instead, Natasha got up and wet a small hand towel. She gently wiped away the dried blood and held the cold towel there for a bit to ease the burn. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Y/n snapped their head up. “What for?” they said.
“For not being there. I shouldn’t have gone on that mission,” Nat looked at y/n. Y/n could practically taste the guilt that was surrounding Natasha.
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine for being so fucked up-”
“You are not fucked up. Believe me.” Natasha’s tone hardened along with her gaze.
“But I am.”
“No. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You make everyone’s life better. You are a joy and a light for everyone. You- you’ve helped me more than you know.” Natasha admitted. Y/n scrunched their eyebrows to keep themselves from crying more. Natasha took y/n’s cheek in her hand and whispered, “More than you know.” With her other hand, she brought y/n’s wrist to her mouth and placed a soft kiss on the cuts. “Let’s get this bandaged up. Don’t want it getting infected.” Natasha helped y/n off the ground and found the first aid kit.
Once everything was all bandaged up, Natasha led y/n to the bed and laid down with them. She held y/n as tight as she could, stroking her hair and whispering over and over, “it’s going to be okay.” Natasha would admit it was more like she was trying to convince herself of it more than y/n.
And y/n was finally at peace. A good peace this time. They were finally in Nat’s arms, hearing those sweet nothings that they had dreamed of.
“I won’t leave you like that again. Never again my love.”
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peavhyshy · 10 months
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- 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I (𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦)
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Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: in which you write an article on how to lose someone in ten days to prove to your best friend it's not about looks but about how you act in a relationship.
Warning: n/a
Words: 2,514
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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I
❝You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days❞
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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨. You longed for a chance to write about more serious subjects, something that could truly make a difference. Just as you thought you were about to lose your mind in thinking of what your career could be, you noticed your best friend Wanda approaching her cubicle.
Wanda’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks made your heart ache. ‘’Y/N just can’t find the right guy.’ Wanda choked out, trying to hold back her tears. ‘’I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I just not attractive enough?’
You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. ‘’Girl, you’re gorgeous, any guy with a brain would be lucky to have you. It’s about how you’re always depending on these guys for your happiness and acting a bit… you know needy,’’ You said softly, trying to offer some insight.
Wanda sniffled, dabbing at her green eyes with a tissue you have given her. ‘’Huh, I never thought about it like that.’’
Inspired by Wanda’s situation, You decided to write an article to help Wanda but also to challenge yourself as a writer. ‘’Hey, I’ve got an idea. What If I write an article on how to lose someone in ten days by, like, imitating your behaviors? That way, I can show you it’s not about looks but about how we act in relationships.’’
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𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦. Her boss, David, a middle-aged man with graying hair, raised an eye at her proposal.
‘’You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days?’’ he asked skeptically.
Natasha nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. ‘’I know I can. And when I do, I want to lead on our next big advertising campaign.’’
Her boss chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Alright, Romanoff. You’ve got yourself a bet. But remember, the company ball is in ten days, so you better work fast.’’
Natasha grinned, feeling a bit of thrill at the challenge.
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𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦. You walked the hallway to your boss’s office, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you walked into the office your boss, an older woman with a stern expression, looked up from her computer. ‘’Y/N, what can I do for you?’’ she asked, her voice firm but polite.
You swallowed nervously before speaking up. ‘’I have an idea for an article I’d really like to write. It’s a bit different from my usual ‘how-to’ pieces’ pieces, but I think it could be important and engaging for our readers.’’
Your boss Pepper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘’Go on.’’
‘’Well, the article would be about how to lose someone in ten days by imitating certain behaviors,’’ You explained, your voice gaining confidence. ‘’I want to show that it’s not about how a women looks but how we act in relationships.’’
Pepper leaned back in her chair considering your proposal, after a moment, she nodded. ‘’Y/N, I like the idea. It’s refreshing and could be a nice change of pace for our magazine. Go ahead and start working on it. I’m looking forward to reading the final piece.’’
You beamed, thrilled that your boss was on board with your idea. ‘’Thank you so much! I won’t let you down.’’
As you left the office, you felt more motivated than ever to write your article.
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𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘. You decided to sit down with Wanda at her apartment with some coffee to discuss Wanda’s relationship patterns hoping to come up with the ten steps that could lead to a breakup.
‘’Wanda, I need your help. I want to identify ten behaviors that you think would make someone break up with you. Can you tell me how you’ve acted in your past relationships?’’
Wanda sighed, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. ‘’Well, I guess I’ve been pretty clingy. I always want to be with my partner, like, all the time.’’
‘’Okay,’’ You said, jotting down a note. ‘’That could be Step !: Be overly clingy.’’
Wanda nodded, then continued. ‘’I also get really jealous. I question them about every person they talk to, and I get upset if they want to spend time with their friends.’’
You scribbled more notes. ‘’Step 2: Show excessive jealousy.’’
As you two continued to your conversation you guys made more steps:
Be overly clingy.
Show excessive Jealousy.
Constantly seek validation and reassurance.
Be overly possessive of their time and attention.
Make your partner feel guilty for wanting space.
Ignore your partner’s interests and focus solely on your own.
Be overly critical of your partner’s actions and choices.
Overreact to small issues and turn them into major arguments.
Expect your partner to solve all of your emotional problems. a
Constantly bring up past mistakes, even if they’ve been resolved.
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𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 ��𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗥��𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗥, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗. The bar atmosphere was lively, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. You found a table near the back and settled down, ordering drinks.
Across the bar, Natasha sat with her coworkers Clint, Maria, and her boss David, discussing her bet and scanning the bar for a suitable candidate. Clint’s eyes landed on you, who was animatedly chatting with your friends. ‘’How about her?’’ he suggested, nodding in your direction.
Natasha followed her gaze and studied you for a moment. You seemed interesting and confident, and Natasha felt a spark of curiosity. ‘’She could be the one,’’ Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I’ll make my move.’’
David leaned back in his chair, smirking. ‘’Good luck, Romanoff. Remember, you only have ten days.’’
Natasha nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes and taking a breath to steady her nerves. As she approached the table she couldn’t help but notice the warm friendship between the three girls.
‘’Hi,’’ Natasha said, flashing a charming smile at you. ‘’I’m Natasha. Mind if I join you?’’
You looked up, your eyes meeting Natasha’s, and you felt a flutter of surprise at the sudden introduction. ‘’Uh, sure. I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Wanda and Carol.’’
As Natasha settled into her seat, you were the first one to break the ice. ‘’So, Natasha, what brings you the bar tonight?’’
Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘’Well, my coworkers and I were just unwinding after a long day at the office. How about you?’’
Carol chimed in, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’We’re doing the same, just trying to relax a bit. What do you work in?’’
Natasha hesitated for a moment. ‘’I work in advertising. It’s pretty exciting most of the time, bur it can be stressful too.’’
Wanda nodded understandingly. ‘’I can imagine. Y/N, Carol, and I both work at an magazine, so we know a thing or two about stress.’’
At one point, Carol brought a recent article you had written. ‘’Y/N’s last piece on the best local coffee shops was fantastic. You should give it a read, Natasha. She’s a talented writer.’’
Natasha smiled, faking interest. ‘’I’ll definitely look it up. I’m always on the hunt for a good coffee shop.’’
As the night went on, you guys had a good time laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying a few too many drinks. You felt the effects of too many drinks and began to sway unsteadily on your feet.
Natasha, noticing your condition, decided to step in and help. ‘’Hey, Y/N, you look like you might need a hand. Let me walk you to your car.’’
You were ever so grateful for the assistance leaned on Natasha as you made your way out of the bar. ‘’Thanks, Natasha.’’
‘’Don’t mention it,’’ Natasha replied, her voice warm and friendly. ‘’We all have those nights.’’
As you guys reached your car, Natasha helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before closing the door. Natasha scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. ‘’I had a really great time tonight. If you’re ever up for it, maybe we could go on a proper date sometime.’’
Your checks flush as you take the paper with a smile. ‘’I’d like that, Natasha. I had a great time too.’’
With a final wave, Natasha closed the door and watched as you called a rideshare to take you home safely.
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦, 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗦, 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone was prepared to share their ideas.
Pepper started the workshop, her voice confident and authoritative. ‘’Alright, everyone, let’s get started, I want to hear about the articles you’re working on and get a sense of how things are going, Who wants to go first?’’
Jane Foster, a science writer, eagerly raised her hand. ‘’I’m working on an article about sustainable energy solutions for the future. I think it’s going to be really informative and eye-opening.’’
As each employee shared their ideas, the atmosphere in the room became more open and calm. Shuri starts to speak animatedly. ‘’My article is about the intersection of technology and fashion. I’ve been exploring some cutting-edge designs that incorporate smart fabric and wearable tech. It’s fascinating!’’
Darcy says with a grin on her face. ‘’I’m working on a piece about the most bizarre scientific discoveries of the year. Did you know that scientists recently found a species of fish that can walk on land.
‘’No way! That’s insane, Darcy. Can’t wait to read it.’’ Carol says, smiling at Darcy.
‘’That sounds amazing, Darcy. It’s such a amazing topic and to think I’m boring you guys with my ‘how-to’ articles.’’ You say, impressed.
Finally, it’s Wanda’s turn to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with tears as she began to talk about her article on navigating heartbreak and healing after a breakup. ‘’I’m writing about… how to heal after a breakup,’’ Wanda’s voice broke, and she wiped away a tear. ‘’It’s something I’ve been going through a lot of recently, and I think sharing my experience could help others.’’
The room went silent, and Carol reached out to place a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, Wanda. We’re all here for you.’’
You chimed in, your voice supportive. ‘’Your article is going to help a lot of people, Wanda. You’re doing something really brave by sharing your story. And that’s why I’m writing my how to lose somebody in ten days article’’
Wanda nodded grateful for the support of her friends and co-workers, Pepper spoke up, ‘’Thank you for sharing, Wanda. It’s important for us to cover a wide range of topics, and your honesty will resonate with our readers.’’
Everyone shared their ideas and got feedback and the workshop actually proved to be productive.
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𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗬, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
‘’So, Nat, you’ve got ten days to make someone fall in love with you, and then lose them,’’ Clint said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘’What’s your plan?’’
Natasha sighed, tapping her prn against the notepad on her desk. ‘’I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a few steps that should do the trick.’’
Clint raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Alright, let’s hear them.’’
Natasha began listing her ideas.
First, I need to reel them in. Show genuine interest in their life, be charming and attentive.
Next, I’ll start to open up about my own life. Share personal stories to build trust and connection.
Then, I’ll plan a romantic date. Something special and memorable to really solidify the bond.
After that, I’ll start to become a bit needy. Text and call more frequently, maybe even show up unannounced.
For step five, I’ll start to become overly possessive. Question their friendships, demand more of their time.
With step six, I’ll introduce some jealousy. Flirt with someone else in their presence, just enough to make them doubt my loyalty.
Next, I’ll pick fights over trivial things.
For step eight, I’ll become a bit controlling. Start making decisions for them, and criticize their choices.
Then, I’ll drop the bomb. Reveal a secret that could potentially shatter their trust in me
Finally, when they’re at their breaking point, I’ll push them away for good. Make it clear that I’m not the right person for them.
Clint nodded slowly, impressed by Natasha’s thorough plan. ‘’Well, that sounds like a sure way to lose someone. But are you sure you want to go through with this? It seems like an awful lot of emotional manipulation.’’
Natasha hesitated for a moment thinking back to her pleasant encounter with you the other night. ‘’I know it’s not ideal, but I have to win this bet. It’s about more than just pride and getting the next big advertising campaign. It’s about proving that I can succeed at any challenge.’’
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𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨.
Natasha: Hey! Y/N It’s Natasha from the other night. I hope you’ve recovered from the other night. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at a boxing match this Friday? I think it could be a fun first date.
You: Hi, Natasha! I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking. A boxing match sounds like a great idea! I’m in!
When Friday arrived, you and Natasha met outside the arena, both excited. As you took your seats you decided it was time to start implementing your plan. You glanced at Natasha, putting your first step into action being overly demanding. ‘’Natasha, I’m really thirsty. Can you go grab me some sparkling water? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the match.’’
Natasha, determined to show her charming and attentive side of her plan, agreed without hesitation. ‘’Of course! I’ll be right back.’’
Natasha returned to the seats just as the match was about to start, a sparkling water in hand. You looked at her apologetically. ‘’Actually, I changed my mind. Can you get me a soda instead?’’
Trying to not show her frustration, Natasha plastered a smile and headed back to the concession stand. Throughout the night, you continued to be demanding, asking Natasha to fetch you snacks and making her miss the crucial moments of the match. Natasha worked hard to be attentive and understanding.
As you left the arena, You smiled, ‘’Thanks for tonight, Natasha. I had a great time, despite my many requests.’’
Natasha smiled and shrugged. ‘’No problem, Y/N. I enjoyed it too.’’
You said your goodbyes and parted ways.
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natasha and whoever you feel like writing for :)
"Did you ever trusted me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.
“Did you ever trust me, at all?" she asked, eyes steeled but somehow still filled with so much pain.
“Lena…” Natasha’s eyes well up, “you were six, what was I supposed to say? Of course I trusted you, but I wasn’t allowed to say anything; and they… made sure I didn’t.”
Yelena takes in Natasha’s words.
“How?” her voice barely above a whisper.
“You loved them. They played their role well. I was the outlier who knew too much and had too much to lose. It didn’t take much to threaten me.”
Natasha looks up, as if willing the tears to go back in her eyes.
“We could have run away.”
Natasha nods.
“We could have; but they would have killed us. Melina, Alexei, they grew up in a time and place that the brutality was always around them and they always had to think about themselves. We were nothing to them. Maybe a blip on their records but killing us would have been the same. I think I wanted our lives to be different, maybe to mean something.”
Yelena is quiet at this. She knows that there’s so many what ifs about their childhood that they can never be answered.
“I trusted you,” Natasha finishes. “I trust you.”
(Thanks Anon, haha an excuse for Nat and Yelena <3)
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romanoffjohansson · 2 years
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JOJO: Chapter One - The Park
summary: Y/n is a single mom to her 5 year old daughter, JoJo. What happens when JoJo brings Natasha into Y/n’s life after an almost tragic event?
 pairings: Natasha Romanoff x singlemom!reader
 word count: 2870
 warnings: missing child? none really
 Y/n POV
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My alarm echoed through my warm bedroom as it does at 6:30am every day without fail. Sun beams highlighted spots of the room as the sun began to peek through the grey clouds. As much as I wanted to stay curled up in my duvet and multiple fuzzy blankets, I slung the sheets back and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, mentally preparing myself for another challenging day of work. I loved my job, but god was it exhausting.
I trudged through to the bathroom, taking a quick shower, brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day. I threw on a fairly casual outfit and headed down the corridor. With a soft knock, I opened her door.
“JoJo? Sweetheart? Good morning, it’s time to get up.” Her long lashes fluttered as her teal blue eyes settled on me. The morning sun highlighted her gorgeous locks which lay messily over her pillow as she stretched her little limbs.
“G’ morning mama” She muttered as she fidgeted in bed, gently waking herself up. I gently lifted my daughter out of her bed, giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead before placing her down.
“Let’s get you dressed munchkin, what do you want to wear?” She giggled as I tickled her sides gently.
“A dress!” She spoke excitedly – she loved fashion almost as much as me. I entered her closet, chose an outfit and helped her get dressed. I combed her hair back into a little top knot and finished with a silk bow.
“Now then, breakfast! What do you fancy?” The five-year-old pondered quietly for a moment before responding.
“Toast!” I breathed a sigh of relief. Josephine has a tendency to be rather fancy when it comes to breakfast. Just this week I’ve made her a smoothie bowl, eggs benedict, cinnamon brioche French toast, and even handmade croissants. But something as simple as a nice breakfast can make all the difference to my day, so I always want to do the same for my little girl, after all she’s not had the easiest time the past couple years. Once breakfast was eaten and her teeth were brushed, we headed out the door.
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“Are you excited for school today?” I asked JoJo as she skipped down the street beside me, gently kicking the orange leaves that littered the street.
“Yeah, its Fwiday so we only have to do maths in the morning then we get to pway all afternoons!” Her adorable, childlike pronunciation made my heart flutter. How did someone so perfect come from me? JoJo’s school was only a couple of blocks away from our apartment so we walked together every day, even if it was in the opposite direction of my current workplace. These 5 minutes of strutting through the city together and chatting with my favourite person always made my day.
“Bye mama!” She yelled over her shoulder as she ran through the school yard after we’d reached the gate and hugged. I waved back, watching her with adoring eyes. As soon as she was out of sight I hailed a cab, threw myself and my bags into the back seat and flew through the streets of New York City.
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I thanked my driver and before I knew it he was speeding away. I looked up at the building which, though I’d been in many times before, never failed to impress me. The vast tower sliced into the sky, hundreds of meters of potential staring back down at me. Quickly, I strutted through the revolving doors and headed up to work.
“Good morning!” I greeted as I entered the studio. Lighting rigs and clothing rails were stationed around the room, with a white drop and camera sitting in the centre. As a fashion stylist I do all sorts of different jobs, whether its styling a celebrity for an event or consulting filmmakers on costumes. Alongside that, for the past year, I have been working for Vogue magazine, styling models and celebrities for shoots for their magazines. My job is a dream come true – I have always adored fashion, the art of the materials and the skills it required. Being able to express my own feelings through the outfits I create has also helped me through some of the toughest times in my life, especially the last year or so.
“Good morning Y/n!” A chorus of voices echoed back. Time to get to work.
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“MAMA!” I heard in the distance as footsteps quickly approached. Before I could even turn around, tiny arms wrapped around my thighs.
“Hi my gorgeous girl!” I laughed, reaching down to pick JoJo off the ground, swinging her around in the air before settling her on my hip. After a long day of school, her hair had become a little messy and her cheeks were tinted a shade of rose, yet she stilled looked beautiful. “How was your day?”
“So good! We pwayed outside and I made a picture with leaves that were orange and brown and we had a dance party and we- we got a new school pet he’s a turtle and- and- and-“ she stuttered on her words and her legs bounced up and down against mine.
“Shhhhh sweetheart calm down.” JoJo has this quirk – she gets way too overexcited to the point that she can’t get her words out and her little legs get jumpy and flail about. It’s potentially the most adorable thing to see. Of all the things that could be an issue with my daughter, she just gets too excited about things. “Blow on my nose, baby, for as long as you can,” I say trying to imitate a deep breath to calm her down. She complies and soon she manages to finish her sentence.
“and he’s called Colin!”
“That’s great, now shall we head home?” I ask expecting her to be exhausted and wanting to cuddle on the couch.
“No, not yet mama.” She says with a little frown on her face.
“What do you want to do then?”
“Hmmm… the park?” She inquires, staring at me with huge puppy eyes.
“How can I say no to you huh?” I booped her on the nose, to which she scrunches her face up with a smile before cheering. I set her down and we waltzed hand in hand down the street to Central Park, one of our favourite places to go together. The autumnal chill had set in as the golden sun lowered in the sky. That’s the unfortunate thing about autumn, it gets dark so early. I slipped a black, faux fur lined coat onto my daughter whilst I donned a tan waterfall jacket.
I sat on a bench in the crisp air whilst JoJo explored the park and the playground. She had a lot of energy, watching her bounce up the apparatus and running from one part of the playground to another, so I decided to pull out a book. I stuck my nose between the pages, delving into this new world of characters and stories, whilst consistently checking on my kid. She must’ve been playing for at least an hour, constantly yelling for me to watch her do a trick or go down the slide.
“MAMA WATCH ME!” I heard for the umpteenth time. I peered over the pages and watched as my little girl jumped down off a small wall. I smiled and gave her a thumbs up which she returned before immediately running off to the swings. I delved back into my book, absorbing each beautiful word as it came. I was always fascinated by literature, and I was using my current spare time to catch up on the classics. Currently? To Kill A Mockingbird. I was falling in love with each side of the page more than the last. As I turned the page again, I glanced up to check on JoJo. My eyes darted around the playground looking for a flash of her but it never came. Panic set in. I closed the book and stood up, eyes searching everywhere in sight. I threw my book in my bag, grabbing the straps and launching into action. I raced around the paths surrounding the play area, calling her name every few seconds and awaiting the sweet sound of her response. I felt myself becoming more frightened with each step, my breaths shorter with each inhale, sweat building on my palms and my forehead. Tears threatened to kiss my cheeks as I returned to my original position. Desperately, I pulled out my phone, showing my little girl on my lock screen and asked other parents if they had seen her. No luck. My world began to crumble around me as the evening became darker and the skies began to fade. I couldn’t lose her. I couldn’t go through that grief all over again. My eyes erupted and my skin flooded with tears. I broke.
“JOJO!”.
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Nat POV
7 miles down, 3 to go. I jogged gently through the city, not pushing myself too hard due to the intense, but successful, mission I had returned from just a few days earlier. I enjoyed embracing the city whilst I ran, recalling fond memories or admiring the views as I paced through particular areas of the urban abyss. This evening I decided to take a detour through Central Park. I usually avoided the park due to how busy it can get, but there’s something about the reds and oranges of the autumn leaves, the sound of the water in the lake and the rustle of the trees that tempted me in. As I ran deeper into the park, the city crowds seemed to lessen and the mood of my run became quieter and more peaceful… well, as quiet and peaceful and New York can be.
Suddenly, through the sound of the evening breeze and the atmosphere of the city, I heard something that caught my attention. It was when I heard the noise again that I slowed to a walk in order to investigate. There it was again, a faint cry permeating through the air from my right. As I listened more closely, I realised what it was. A child. I followed the sound and the quiet cries became clearer.
“Mama,” I heard through a series of sobs and sniffles. Continuing toward the noise, I ducked behind a bush and found the source. A little girl sat cross legged on the ground, head in her hands, warm toned hair waterfalling over her face. I could almost hear my heart shatter at the sight.
“Hey princess,” I knelt down next to the girl as she glanced up at me, her ocean eyes meeting mine. She wiped tears away from her pink cheeks as she stared at me, a look of combined hope and fear painted across her delicate face. “Are you okay?” She shook her head lightly, her frown deepening and another tear slipping from her eye.
“I lost my mama.” She spoke barely above a whisper, bowing her head again, clearly exhausted and still scared of me.
“It’s okay I’ll help you find her.” Her eyes met mine again, hope plastering her face. “What’s your name sweetheart?”
“JoJo.” She responded, the corners of her lips upturning slightly as I smiled at her, attempting to comfort the poor little girl. She was adorable, her wide eyes sparkling in the setting sunlight, her tiny fingers fidgeting with one another.
“I’m Natasha, it’s nice to meet you.” She smiled a little wider. “Now come on, get up off the dirty floor and we’ll go find your momma, yeah?” JoJo nodded at me, pushing herself to her feet with a little grunt. Her tan dress, now tainted with dirt, fell delicately over her and she waddled toward me. I stood back up and began to walk back to the path but was stopped by her small voice.
“Tatasha?” The cuteness overload from her mispronunciation made my smile erupt as I turned to face her. JoJo was holding out her right arm and making grabby hands at me, clearly asking me to hold her hand. I reciprocated the action, reaching out my arm and taking her in my grasp, her tiny hand making mine look giant. We returned to the path and began to walk around the park in search of her mom, making conversation with the kid as we went.
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Y/n POV
The sun continued to set as my anxiety levels skyrocketed. It would soon be dark, making it close to impossible to find my girl within this giant park… that’s if she was still in the park. I couldn’t leave. I couldn’t go home until I found her. I continued to patrol the park, showing a photo of her to every passer by just in case they’d seen her. My hope was fading. My feet carried me down the path toward a bench, finally giving myself a moment to rest before I kept searching. Just as I sat down, I heard it. The familiar warmth of her giggle. JoJo was here. My head shot up and my eyes raced until I caught a glimpse of her. My girl. Before I had even processed what I saw, my body pushed myself off the wooden seat and I was running. Sprinting. A sense of relief flooded me and I raced around the path. As I approached her, she finally noticed my presence.
“MAMA!” Her beautiful voice met my ears as tears began streaming down my face. She ran full speed toward me and I to her until she leapt into my arms. The warmth of her embrace spread through me like wildfire. Neither of us spoke a word, just enjoying each other’s returned presence. It wasn’t until a few moments later, I acknowledged the other body stood before me. The one who was holding my daughters hand. The one who’d taken her from me. I glanced up, instantly breath taken by her burning red locks, the twinkle of her emerald eyes and her rotund lips which upturned slightly as she looked on at me and my daughter. I dismissed my momentary distraction, bringing my hand up to her with a harsh slap, the sting remaining on my hand for some time. The redhead looked surprisingly unphased by the action which simply encouraged my anger.
“How dare you. Get away from her. Get away from us both. I’m calling the cops.” I spoke with a stone cold tone in order not to yell and scream in front of JoJo, the iciness of my voice carrying to my face as I glared at her whilst reaching for my phone.
“No I-,” the woman began, shortly interrupted by my daughter.
“Mama no! She helped me! Tatasha helped me to find you!” Regret instantly flooded my veins and I glanced at JoJo then at the woman again. Her head was dropped but her eyes fluttered up to meet mine.
“I’m so sor-,” my guilt ridden voice was interrupted by hers as she spoke for the first time.
“No, please don’t apologise, I understand how that must’ve looked.” The husk in her voice caused my heart race as we maintained eye contact.
“Well, thank you, thank you so much. Let me make it up to you somehow… the slap and the childcare.” We both laughed, hers opening the door to a wave of butterflies in my stomach.
“No, honestly, it’s okay. She was a pleasure to look after.”
“I insist.” I stared sternly at the woman. I wasn’t going to just let her leave, not after she brought my girl back to me. “I should get this little one home now but at least let me get you a coffee over the weekend or something.”
“Or we could get dinner…” She looked me up and down, a smirk taking over her lips. Another rush of butterflies. I don’t know what it was about this woman, but she had a way of making me both expressly nervous, confident and excited all at once.
“Deal.” I answered. “Give me your phone.” I demanded, holding out the hand that wasn’t still holding my daughter. She obliged, an iPhone smacking into my palm just moments later. I quickly entered my name and number before returning it whilst I felt my daughters head fall onto my shoulder. Her smirk grew as she placed the phone back into her pocket, meeting my eyes once again.
“It’s a date.” Her rough voice danced into my ears and down my spine.
“Is it now?” I raised a brow at her, tilting my head a little.
“I’d like it to be.”
I paused.
“Then it’s a date.” She smirked once again before turning to walk away. A smile took over my face as I pivoted on my toes and began to walk home. Not even two steps later, my head spun back around and I yelled after her.
“Wait! I didn’t even get your name.”
“It’s Tatasha!” My daughter raised her head and spoke loudly. The woman giggled whilst confusion painted my face as I glanced between the two girls before the elder of the two spoke again.
“Natasha.”
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moiravim · 1 year
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PLATONIC Yelena Belova x GN!Reader
•Yelena met you from her sister. You worked with Natasha and the avengers for a few years but since endgame you've spent most of your time with Yelena.
•You and Yelena work together than usual friends. The second you two met you just clicked. You're opposites and similar at the same time.
•Yelena is protective of you and uses the excuse 'it's what Nat would've wanted'. For example, when a group of friends were harassing you and Yelena cussed them out, scaring them off.
•You try giving Yelena a better taste in food but she insists Mac and cheese with hot sauce is the best.
•During the events of the Hawkeye series, you being in denial over the fact of Clint killing Natasha. Yelena convincing you it's true, pretty much manipulating you.
When the truth comes out she'll apologize for any arguments caused by her but will refuse to say you were right.
•Having 'sleepovers' every night up to the point where your roommates.
•"Can I make dinner tonight?" Yelena asks with excitement in her voice. "As long as you don't make Mac and cheese with hot sauce...". She made mac and cheese with hot sauce. (This most definitely happened).
•Every once in a while she'll get nightmares or flashbacks of Natasha and you'll have to comfort her.
•Over all, you and Yelena are an inseparable pair. The two of you get along better than any of the other avengers and will always stick together.
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writing-house-of-m · 7 months
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Falling for you
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: Natasha is in love with you and decides to tell you
A/N: I was so impressed with myself when I came up with the title lol The request can be found here. Comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!
Prompt: "Oh, I'm falling in love."
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"It was when I saw you giving flowers to Wanda once. I saw the gesture and it hit me like a ton of bricks. The way you looked at her. I wanted someone to look at me like that. I learned afterwards not 'someone,' I wanted you to look at me like that.
"It was as if my mind held up a queue card telling me how I felt about you. I realised, 'Oh, I'm falling in love,' but the more I thought about it the more I realised I've been in love with you for a while and I didn't know what to do."
Natasha started speaking after you made a joke about her playing hide and seek. Nobody knew where she was when you noticed her missing for a while and got curious where she might have been. She was looking out at the view motionless before you got there for you don't know how long.
You regret making your joke.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you all this. Maybe because I'm sick of holding it all in.
"In the red room it was always 'love is just something used to brainwash childish minds', 'A chemical reaction, nothing more' and for the longest time I agreed. I have never experienced it before and didn't think I ever would…
"Until you."
She looks at you emotionally. It's the most vulnerable you have seen her. The 'Black Widow' on the verge of tears because of you,
"Natasha,"
And there is nothing you can say to make her feel better.
"I do love you, just not in the same way. I'm really sorry," you see in the way Natasha drops her head, the devastation she is feeling, "but my heart will always belong to Wanda."
She lets out a sad laugh, looking out at the setting sun in the horizon, orange and pink painting the sky, "Figures," she scoffs, "the person I fall for, already taken," she says, sniffling.
There are a few moments of tense silence before you decide to break it, in hopes to lighten the mood a little, "Well, if it's any consolation Wanda aspires to have your 'hot bod'," you jest, then raise your hands and eyebrows innocently, "her words, not mine."
It does make her laugh but shortly after, silence prevails and you both bask in it. You stay there in each others presence long after darkness takes over and white dots fill the night sky.
Shortly after your conversation on the roof you move out of the compound. It was something you and Wanda had been discussing anyway but you thought it would be easier for Natasha if you weren't there. To you it would have felt like you were rubbing your relationship in her face after her confession. But for Natasha, she missed seeing you everyday.
As always life continues, work takes over. Your time together is reduced to when you are assigned to the same missions. Natasha realises quickly her feelings for you will never falter. So she makes the most of the time she gets with you.
It doesn't take long for that to be taken from her as well.
Natasha felt your presence missing from this world. Prior to everything that happened, you hadn't been at the compound for the longest time but at least she knew you were out there and happy. But now? There was a gaping hole in the shape of you that was missing and it was unfair for everyone, not just herself.
It is why she makes the decision to go to Vormir.
The world is better with you in it.
Even if she won't be here to witness it.
As she is falling to her demise, the sound of wind rushing past her ears she closes her eyes to see your smiling face.
The memory of you stood on the rooftop trying to make her laugh. The picture can be compared to a piece of artwork with the way the warm setting sunlight hits off your skin and makes your eyes shine.
Natasha is glad to have such a picturesque image of you in her final seconds that she can find comfort in behind her eyelids.
Despite the cold climate and the circumstances her body is filled with warmth knowing she is the reason there is the possibility to bring you back. At least then you will have a chance at starting that family you and Wanda announced.
As that final image slips away along with her consciousness, Natasha thinks about the fact that even though she could never have you. You always had her.
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inlovewithfairies · 9 months
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OPEN REQUESTS!
Halo, i want to write some blackhill in this beautiful day of fuck secret invasion i write soft drabbles so if u want to send me a prompt or comment something you would like to see in something i write on my own i'll be grateful <3
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ichorai · 2 years
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movement ; natasha romanoff.
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track three of WASTELAND, BABY!
pairing ; natasha romanoff x gn!assassin!reader
synopsis ; dancing with her was a waltz of death. your feet were bleeding, but you no longer cared.
words ; 1.9k
themes ; action, mild angst/fluff
warnings / includes ; violence, cursing, weapons, injuries, talks of assassinating people, reader is an assassin sent to kill nat </3 a mildly suggestive comment
main masterlist.
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The metallic taste of copper stung the back of your throat. Ribs aching. Teeth clenched. Nails dirtied with blood and grime. Your vision warbled as you let your defense slip, allowing Natasha to land a solid strike to the side of your head. A low noise of discontentment rumbled in the back of your throat before you dove forward, tackling Natasha around the waist and slamming her against the rooftop’s ledge, a busy city street clamoring just a couple meters below the two of you.
She appeared only slightly winded, dark ginger hair that was once pinned up in a neat bun, now fanned out behind her like a halo of flames. The molten green of her irises flashed dangerously, her leg coming up to hook around the crook of your knee. 
You jolted backward with a start, and she took advantage of your momentary bewilderment to flip your positions, leaning so close that her nose was merely a hair’s breadth away from yours. She brandished a dagger in the blink of an eye, its cold metal kissing the skin of your flushed throat. Tilting your head back, you mustered a half-hearted glare, fist clenched tightly in an effort to resist the urge to pummel it right against her perfect nose.
“You’re losing your touch,” she commented bluntly with a straight face, but you could see the faint amusement dancing behind her eyes. 
A snarl etched across your lips. “And you’re a pain in my fucking ass.”
She didn’t bother gracing your snarky remark with a response, merely humming and leaning closer. A part of you wished for her to move away, but a different, more repressed part of you wondered what you’d do if she closed the minute distance between you.
“Better luck next time, huh?” she whispered. For half a second, you could’ve sworn that her pupils darted down to glance at your lips. Perhaps it was a trick of the neon lights rimming the advertisement billboard you were fighting under.
Before giving you a chance to respond, she pulled back in a blink of an eye, melding into the shadows of the rooftop. You stumbled forward, clutching the ache on your ribs. You sprinted behind the billboard, hope waning away incredibly quickly. 
She was gone. 
You glanced around for any trace of where she went—nothing. 
Your teeth worried into your bottom lip. 
“FUCK!” you yelled out, pent-up frustration lacing through your voice, driving your foot forward into the metal support beam of the billboard. Pain spidered up your limb and you grunted out another long string of curses, before dropping down to a squat to hang your head with shame.
Maybe Natasha was right. Maybe you were losing your touch. God, you were a terrible assassin.
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This was it. You had her trapped—there was nowhere she could go now. She was backed into the corner, spine straightened over the brick walls of the dark alley.
The nozzle of your gun pressed none-too-gently against her temple, yet her eyes betrayed no emotion. Despite your aching limbs, you held yourself steady, exhaling shallow breaths. A part of you was afraid that if you so much as blinked, she would pounce at you.
“You don’t want to do this,” Natasha said, more of an observation than a plea for mercy. A frown marred your lips.
“You don’t know what I want,” you snapped in return, but your head was murky with turmoil.
Were you going to shoot her? 
You’ve shot dozens of people. What made this any different?
Because it was Natasha. That’s what made it different.
You swallowed uneasily. 
The gun shifted in your grip. You studied the way the reflection of the moon shone in her viridescent eyes, bright and whole. In turn, she stared at you with an indifferent expression. Either she wasn’t afraid to die, or she didn’t believe you’d go through with it.
Because how could you? 
You’ve been dancing a waltz of death with her since the beginning. Your feet were bleeding, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
So you let your grip falter. It was a purposeful blunder—you allowed for your finger to slip from the trigger, only a centimeter downwards. To a regular person, this still would’ve been a precarious position to make a move, but to Natasha, this was her golden ticket out.
One you allowed her to have. 
Swiftly, she kicked at the gun, pinning your hand to the wall with her boot as the loaded weapon went careening to the other side of the alley. A sickening crack of your palm echoed through the space, and you doubled over with a groan, pain streaking up your arm rapidly. Before you knew it, her fist collided with your left eye and you crumpled onto the ground. A rock painfully dug into your back.
You didn’t bother to fight back.
Natasha stepped away, observing your sprawled form on the ground with a disdained sniff. She turned to leave, but paused in her steps, her shadow looming over you.
“Thanks,” she whispered just loud enough for you to catch, facing away from you.
A lump lodged in your throat.
She was gone not a second later, the wind whispering in her absence.
That night, you crawled into your makeshift stretcher-bed with a black eye, a fractured hand, and a troubled conscience.
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The diner was always empty this time of night. You relished the silence—the constant noise in your own head was more than enough for you to deal with. You took a measly bite out of your burger, setting it down to slowly sip on your milkshake. The brace you had on your hand made it difficult to properly eat, so you ended up picking off the curly fries, deciding to have the burger packed away for sometime later. 
Shifting uncomfortably against the sticky red leather of the diner’s seats, you turned your gaze out the window, watching snow lazily drift to the ground, piling a thin layer of frost atop the road’s asphalt. The neon sign bathed the entirety of the outside in a pink glow, flickering on and off every two seconds. 
Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light.
Natasha?
She seemed to appear out of nowhere, dressed in black jeans and a dark green hoodie, sunglasses perched atop her nose, a gentle smile sloped across the carmine of her mouth.
You narrowed your eyes, eyebrows raising in surprise. To be frank, you weren’t entirely sure what she was doing here. You wanted nothing to do with her anymore—after all, somebody else was assigned to her assassination case and you were booted off for taking far too long. You were lucky enough to get away with failing your mission with an ominous warning and a promise that you weren’t getting any jobs anytime soon, which you considered more of a benefit than anything.
The bell trilled when Natasha strode into the diner, taking note of the waitress bussing tables near the counter. Her boots tracked in a bit of snow, melting into small puddles of cold water on the floor. You watched with a frown as she slid into your booth in the seat across from you.
“What a coincidence,” she said with an air of amusement, knowing full and well that none of this was a coincidence, plucking a curly fry from your plate to pop into her mouth. “How’s the hand?”
Completely ignoring her question, you pulled your plate away from her with a half-hearted glare. “What’s with the sunglasses? It’s nighttime.”
“I think you of all people should know that I’m a pretty well-known figure. Wouldn’t want people to catch an Avenger with an assassin, would you?”
“The diner’s empty,” you replied stoically. “And you were an assassin once, too.”
Her lips twitched upwards. In a swift movement, she removed her sunglasses, revealing her mischievous eyes. 
“That’s a good point,” she softly said. “Which brings me to ask—are you still doing hitwork? Or are you a vigilante of some sorts?”
A snort rumbled from your chest and you shook your head. “Me, a vigilante? No, I could never. I have no right deciding who deserves justice—not when I’m probably worse than they are.”
Disappointment flashed across her expression. It was brief, but you recognized it nonetheless. She regarded you silently for a moment before beckoning the waitress over, ordering a chocolate milkshake to-go with a kind smile, sliding over a crisp ten dollar bill and telling her to keep the change.
She looked back at you after a long pause. “Well, I have a proposition for you.”
“A proposition?” you asked, leaning forward. It was quite jarring to think that just a couple days ago, she had a knife to your throat and you had a gun to her head, and now she was across from you, stealing your curly fries and exchanging offers like it was just another odd Wednesday. 
The waitress returned with a chilled chocolate milkshake in hand, skating it across the table to Natasha with a wink. You scowled at the exchange.
Only when she disappeared into the kitchens did Natasha start speaking again, voice lowered with genuinity. “I know you think of yourself as the mysterious, lone wolf type. But… we all know how that story ends. Believe me, I was there once.” She pursed her lips, sipping at her chocolate shake. “So, how would you like to be part of a team? A family?”
You recoiled slightly from the table in genuine shock. “You want me?”
Her mouth warbled as she stifled a laugh. “In more ways than one, yes.”
It took you a second to process her words, your skin flushing with a near-sickly kind of heat once you realized what she was insinuating. 
“I’m sorry, I’m… I’m better off as a solo act.”
To your surprise, Natasha reached over the table to fold her hand over the back of yours, watching you with a tender gaze. You initially wanted to flinch away from her touch at first, but you forced yourself still, finding the sensation of her hand on yours strangely comforting. “The Avengers could really use someone like you.” When her fingers gently withdrew from yours, you were surprised that a mild twinge of disappointment unfurled in your chest. She reached into her coat to place a small white card in front of you. “Think about it,” she said, not unkindly.
With that, she strode out of the booth, taking another swig of her milkshake as she walked out of the diner. You watched her go, then glanced down at the card. A part of you considered leaving it there, or crumpling it up and throwing it away. Setting it aflame briefly crossed your mind.
It took you ten minutes of slow chewing to finish your curly fries and milkshake. 
It took you another ten minutes to decide to shove the card into your pocket before trudging out of the diner, shoulders feeling considerably lighter than before.
You, in the Avengers?
The thought was ludicrous, but hell, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t appealing. Plus, you’d be guaranteed to see Natasha on a regular basis. 
And who could possibly say no to that?
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[START] [ABOUT AND WARNINGS] [FAQ]
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Clint - Nat - Maria/ Join Hill playing darts with Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff
“No, no,” you say quickly.  “I’m going to stick with you.”
She laughs and nudges you.  “Okay,” she says.  “Come on, chicken.”
You follow her over to the darts and both Clint and Natasha perk up when she approaches.  “So you’re the new best friend from the mayor’s office,” Natasha says, offering you her hand.  You take it and she shakes it, but keeps hold, lingering in a way that is noticeable but not uncomfortable.  “I hope you don't think you're taking my place.”
“I would never dare!” you say.  “If anything I'm using her to get to you, so I can be your new best friend.”
“Hey now, wait a second,” Clint says.  “Nat’s best friend is my job and only mine.”
You put your hands up in surrender.  “Oh, I am sorry.  I guess it’s just you and me, Hill.”
“As it should be,” she says, nudging you with her elbow.
“Okay, so what are we doing?  Playing darts?” you ask.
“Not exactly,” Natasha says.  “Clint was just showing off.  I was getting a little bored by it, if I’m going, to be honest.  I was just thinking about going to get a drink.”
“No, wait!  That’s not fair, I’ve finally got someone here who might be impressed by my tricks,” Clint argues. “Let’s stay for a little longer.”
Natasha folds her arms over her chest. “Fine.  Go on.  Try and impress her.”
Clint grins at you and grabs the darts from the dartboard.  You, Maria, and Natasha watch him as he does a series of tricks.  First, he throws all three darts at once and hits the bullseye with them simultaneously.  Then he throws one after the other so each stabs into the end of the one before it, and they end up stacked on top of each other.  Then he grabs extra darts and makes a smiley face on the board.  Finally, he has you throw a set of three and then he throws his three so they land sharing a hole with yours.
He shows off exactly why he has the callsign Hawkeye, and while he does the four of you flirt.  It’s nothing deep or serious, but it is constant.  There are jokes that contain a little innuendo.  Touches that linger a little too long.  Eye contact that seems to hold a little more to it than normal.
Eventually, Natasha huffs and shakes her head.  “Okay, I need to go get that drink,” she says.
“I think I might go out and get some air.  It’s so loud in here,” Hill says.
“Hey,” Clint says.  “You want to see something cool?”
Get a drink with Natasha
Get some air with Hill
See what cool thing Clint has to show you
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peavhyshy · 1 year
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𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝟭𝟬 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦. (series)
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( 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀…) 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝟏𝟎 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 ― 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙵𝙵 ❝That's a good idea. Maybe we should bet on it.❞
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○○○ Y/N L/N publishes "how to" pieces as an advice columnist for a women's magazine. She wants to write about more serious subjects because she's bored. As a result, when Y/N's friend Wanda has another breakup, Wanda assumes that the reason is that she isn't attractive enough. Wanda's issue, according to Y/N, is that she is emotionally dependent on men and quite needy. Y/N  is motivated by this to create an article on how to lose someone in 10 days by mimicking Wanda's behaviors in order to demonstrate her point.
○○○ ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE for a women's sports magazine Natasha Romanoff is incredibly confident in her ability to find love. She wants do something different from her typical sporting endeavors. by making a bet with her boss to lead the company's most prominent advertising campaign. In order to get a girl to fall in love with her in time for their company ball, which is in ten days, Natasha must do this and she will take charge of the campaign if she is successful.
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°. *࿐ ━ 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀
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°. *࿐ ━ 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀
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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆!
○○○ Strong language, sexual/suggestive content, angst.
𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!
○○○ Copyright ⓒ 2023 / All Rights Reserved. This work may not be duplicated, translated, or copied in any way. Please do not steal.
𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑!
○○○ I do not own Natasha Romanoff or any of the MCU's characters. I don't own the plot of this series it's originally how to lose a guy in 10 days.
𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐒!
○○○ Unless so stated, all of the graphics in the series were made by myself. Please don't try to steal or plagiarize my story or the graphics.
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ivorydragoness44 · 1 year
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Imagine planning cookie gift giving with Natasha Romanoff:
  “What are you doing?” The distinctive voice of Natasha Romanoff cut through your thoughts.    Looking up from your list, you gestured at the paper with your hand. “Writing…I thought it was obvious.”    She made a face and lightly shoved your shoulder. “You know exactly what I meant,” she smiled. “So, what’s with your hit list, and why am I not listed first?”    “It’s my gift-giving list. I’m just making cookies this year. I thought it’d be easier, but now I have to do math and think strategically.”    “How so?” She asked, leaning against the table to get a better look.    “Like, what kind am I baking, and how many are there per batch…and how many per person. That, and, I have to consider everyone’s diets, yah know?”    Natasha laughed, a smile playing at her lips. “Trust me, we’ll eat them.”
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