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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Pick Me

Bucky x reader

The new recruit has her eyes set of a certain set of super soldiers. Especially your super soldier.

warnings: jealously, Angsty bangsty, but also so fluffy fluffy and smutty, clueless Bucky, he really means no harm, go easy on him.

A/n - editing to add: when I first started writing this I loved the concept and wrote a large chunk but then I left it for months cause I struggled to actually finish writing it. This wasn’t even the original ending I had planned but I just wanted to finish it so yes Bucky should’ve done way more, pretend there was a time jump where he does a better job with earning forgiveness 🥲

“Everyone, meet Nicole, our newest recruit for the field agent training program” Tony walked into the common room where you were sprawled out on the couch with Nat, Sam and Wanda while a young woman walking confidently behind him. “She’s going to be staying with us for a couple of months to train before she goes onto the the field” Tony turned back to her, bringing her to his side.

“I’m sure you know everyone but let me introduce you to them anyway. This is the very Natasha, Wanda, Sam and y/n”

“Hey Nicole” You gave her a warm smile, happy to welcome her while everyone else also got up to greet her. “Nice to meet you”

“Oh, ew, just call me Nic! I don’t really go by Nicole” She scrunched her face at the sound of her full name, her eyes scanning the room, clearly looking for someone. “Don’t suppose the very Captain America and Sergeant Barnes are here?”

The hopeful uptick in her voice made it clear that’s who she’d been searching for. Right on cue, the two super soldiers walked into the living room on their way to the kitchen after a morning run.

“Speak of the devils and I do mean devils” Tony snorted beckoning the men to meet the new recruit. “Rogers, Barnes, this is Nicole, preferably Nic”

“Hello handsome” She gave Bucky a bashful smile before turning to Steve and batting her lashes, “and handsome”

“Nice to meet you” Steve reddened at the way she gripped onto his hand before slinking over to the brunette, purposely sticking out her left hand so he’d shake with his metal one. “And you Sergeant”

Bucky gave her a smile and quick shake, excusing himself to get some water while Steve quickly trailed behind him. Tony went on to take her to her room which was on the same floor as yours, all the other spare rooms occupied by a few others who had already started training. Nicole returned to the living room moments later with sweats and a hoodie, her hair tied up, plopping down onto the sofa beside Sam.

“Hey, were doing a girls night, movies, junk food, wine, you wanna join us?” Nat offered with a smile hoping to make the new recruit feel more welcome even though a part of her was wary.

“It’s a lot of fun, I was just about to get some snacks for tonight, let me know what you like” You add with a smile, only to be met with a scoff.

“Mmm, hard pass on that, wine isn’t really my thing, thanks though” She gave the group a tight lipped smile before turning back to the two super soldiers who had also joined at some point, scrolling through phones they finally knew how to use.

“What are you boys up to tonight” She threw them a smile while laying back on the couch and kicking her feet up, letting her hoodie ride up in the process.

“Bucky and I were actually just going get in a work out, nothing much tonight” He said with a smile, not noticing the way Nicole’s eyes lit up.

“Oh wow I actually haven’t been by the gym yet but I guess it’ll be where I spend most of my time for the program”

“You could join us if you’d like, we can show you around” Bucky offered, also missing the smirk that crossed her face, only seeing her bounce right up with an enthusiastic nod.

“Really? That would be great, I’d really appreciate it!”

“Of course, anytime. We’re just about to head down soon” Bucky stretched as he got up, along with Steve, waiting for her to change before heading down. She got up and went off to her room while you picked at the skin on your fingers. You felt a pang of something at the pit of your stomach at Bucky’s offer but you knew he was just trying to make the girl feel like she was part of the team. He knew more about feeling left out than anyone else; of course he’d never want anyone else to feel the same way.

Still.

Something was off.

You shook off the inkling of insecurity you felt, not wanting to over think his intentions. You and Bucky were not official yet but everyone knew there was tension and a clear unspoken dynamic between you both. It was just a matter of time. Unless he had his sights on the new girl...

No.

He wouldn’t do that.

Right?

*****

“She’s getting really comfortable around those two” Nat cocked an eyebrow watching Nicole have a field day sparring with the two men, throwing herself onto Bucky in particular, giggling when he’d help correct her stance or catch her before she slipped. Every since she joined them at the gym, she made a point to only work out when they were both there, finding excuses when anyone else would offer to help her train.

“I guess they are really experienced, so it makes sense...” Your voice trailed off, trying to reason why she was practically glued to their side, again ignoring the uneasiness you felt when Bucky picked her up with ease and set her back on her feet.

“Uh-huh, we’re all experienced” Nat rolled her eyes, plastering on a fake smile when the three finished up on the sparring mat, making their way over to the both you. “You three have a good workout?”

Steve blinked, noting the iciness In Nat’s voice though Nicole seemed unbothered.

“They’re great, can’t beat having the two best soldiers train me” She drawled out, giving them a wink. Bucky couldn’t help the blush that spread to his cheeks, not used to being praised and you couldn’t help the jealously that started to gnaw at you again.

No.

Relax.

“Anytime, Nic” He shrugged while Nat retched internally, deciding to cut through that conversation before it went further.

“You know, if you come by in the afternoons, Agent Hill hosts a great self-defense workshop for women, great way for you to do some networking as well” Nat gauged the way Nicole’s nose scrunched, shaking her head.

“Women’s workshop, sound’s like a drama fest waiting to happen, honestly most of my friends are guys, makes life easier, thanks though” her eyes didn’t leave the brunette, placing herself perfectly between both soldiers. “Besides, I’m pretty good with self-defense already, that's why I got these two helping me with a little extra”

“Anyway! Y/n and I were talking about the event Stark is hosting later night. You’re both coming, right?” Nat looked at the two men before her, purposely avoiding the Nicole but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Are you coming as well?” Bucky asked her, her eyes lighting up again, quickly recomposing herself after. “You could meet a few of the other agents too, get to know some more people”

“Uh sure, I could come by for a bit” She shrugged, coming off as indifferent while shaking with excitement on the inside. “Thanks, Sarge”

You sucked in a breath at the name she kept calling him, always dropping a suggestive tone in her voice. Or maybe you were over thinking it. It was perfectly plausible she was just being nice to the person who was making an effort to make her feel welcomed. Maybe she had bad experiences in other places that made her wary of women, hence why she only stuck to all the guys on the team. You tried to wrack you brain for answers that would make you feel a little better but came up short.

But you didn’t want to be petty.

You were more mature than this.

“We have plenty of dresses if you want to come by and get ready together” You offered again, mustering a smile, making a final attempt to befriend the new recruit but she didn’t even look your way, fully focused on the brunette.

“Uh- not really the dresses and heels type. I’m more of a sneakers girl to be honest” She tossed her pony tail over her shoulder, missing the way Nat’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head while you nodded, watching her sway her hips as she walked off. “I’ll drag myself over if I’m feeling it”

“Oh-okay, then we’ll just see you there!” You called after her while Nat dragged you off, uninterested in your constant attempts to be friendly.

“C’mon, lets get you ready. I’m going to make you look so hot, Barnes ends up on his knees” The red head smirked while you squeaked, feeling your face heat up. “We’re putting you in that red dress, the one that makes his pants feel too tight, don’t think I didn’t catch him adjusting himself the last time you wore it”

“Nat!” You hissed, hoping he didn’t hear, the both of you in a fit of giggles as you made your way to your room. “Oh my god” you hid your face while she dug through your closet, pulling out the tiny dress that hugged your body perfectly, the red color making you stand out in the best way possible.

“Go shower while I get all the make up out, I’m tired of miss pick me trying to get a buy one get one free deal with those two”

You snorted, hopping into the shower, letting the hot water destress your muscles, feeling a little more hopeful with the dress choice you were going with. Nat didn’t waste any time; as soon as you were out, your hair was styled, make up done and heels strapped. You knew you looked good when both Sam and Tony did a double take, letting their eyes shamelessly linger on you with low whistles.

“Y’know if you’re done playing games with terminator, I’d be happy to take his place” Tony wiggled his eyebrows while you giggled, taking a seat on the plush couch of the lounge where everyone else sat.

“What are you ladies drinking” Steve came over with a tray of drinks from the bar, already well aware of what each person liked to typically order.

“I’m good with a beer” Nicole shrugged, rolling her eyes when you took the pink drink from the tray, “Ugh, I don’t know how you drink those, they’re so sweet, do you even taste anything at that point?”

You shrugged, quietly taking a sip of the raspberry lemonade while she gulped her beer, signaling for another after slamming her bottle down.

“You guys took forever to get ready, this is why I can’t deal with makeup and dresses n’shit” she snorted, directing her comment mostly at you, “That’s a pretty bright color, I thought tonight was supposed to be lowkey?”

“Well I think you ladies look beautiful” Thor boomed, not catching the snark in Nicole's voice, his smile wide and voice completely sincere. “Especially you, Lady y/n”

“Thank you Thunder” You smiled, though the giddiness you felt initially had taken a second hit for the night. He beamed, setting down a bottle of Asgardian mead, searching for the two soldiers.

“Alright, where are the two that need this” He looked around for Steve and Bucky, since they couldn’t get drunk off of regular alcohol. Bucky strode in clearly dressed to kill, in all black from head to toe. Steve joined his side, their faces lit up like it was Christmas day seeing the crystal decanter in the God’s hands. Bucky’s eyes flicked back to you, his breath hitching in his throat, seeing you in his favorite dress.

“Fuck sweets, you look-

“C’mon Sarge, how about a little competition” Nicole nudged Bucky, cutting off the trance he had on you, her shoulder pressing into his, biting her lip and eyeing the alcohol, “Let’s see how many shots we can do”

“This might be a lot to handle doll” Bucky chuckled while you froze hearing what he called her. Her eyes lit up again, quickly glancing over to you, her eye brow quirking before leaning into him more.

Since when did he call anyone else doll.

You felt your stomach sink, taking another long sip of your drink instead, but nothing distracted you from the banter that was taking place before you.

“Ugh, finee, I’ll stick to regular vodka, c’mon Buckyyy, lets gooo!” She practically clung off him waiting for him to pour shots, inches away from crawling into his lap as he grabbed the bottles. You couldn’t tell if the flush from his cheeks was from the alcohol or the constant giggles Nicole made whenever he spoke but either way, you didn’t want to watch any longer.

“Where are you going” Nat grabbed your arm as you got up to leave, though you didn’t need to say anything for her to understand. Her green eyes glared at the tipsy solders who were now busy with a game of pool, surrounded by the rest of the team, Nicole practically crawling up Bucky’s legs each time it was his turn. “For fucks sake-

“They’re just having fun, don’t worry about it” You stopped Nat before she stormed over, shaking your head. As much as you wanted to red head to have her way with any of the three at this point, you couldn't be bothered. You were not about to fight for Bucky’s attention; if he wanted to give it to you, he would...

Right?

You thought things would go back to normal at some point. But it didn’t. Nicole made a point of training twice a day, anything to get her hands on the brunette. Anything to feel the cool metal of his hand on her. In fact she’d taken up most of Bucky’s time outside of just training, always finding ways to tag along with Steve as well, all while avoiding the rest of the team.

*****

“What's wrong sweets” Bucky could tell something was on your mind while he stroked your back, his body still warm from the way he took you apart at least 3 times before filling you up till you were dripping and soaking his sheets. He had finally gotten an afternoon off, tossing you over his shoulder when he found you in the kitchen, not letting you get a word in as he shut the door behind him. You wanted to argue back that he couldn’t just have access to you any time he felt like according to his convenience, but as soon as his soft lips were on you, you melted, turning into a moaning mess seconds later.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages” You shrugged, toying with the corner of Bucky’s blanket, starting to feel more like you were just a body to warm his bed than someone he actually wanted to be with. “We haven’t really hung out recently”

You had let yourself relax into his hold only for him to curse under his breath a second later after he noticed the time. He shifted you off him, making his way over to the closet to pull over his jeans and Henley before scrambling around for his wallet and keys.

“Bucky, what are you-

“Sorry doll, I forgot I promised to take Nicole to the corner diner, showing her around a little bit cause she’ll be staying for a few extra weeks”

Fantastic.

“You spend a lot of time with her” You didn’t want to come off as jealous, keeping your voice even, though you were close to tearing someone's head off. Bucky didn’t seem to notice, humming in agreement while sitting at the edge of the bed to pull on his socks.

“Yeah, she’s fun!” Bucky said casually, which only made the weight in your stomach feel heavier. “She almost beat Steve in MarioKart, just when he thought he was unstoppable”

“Hm” You didn’t bother saying anything else while Bucky threw on his jacket, patting down himself to be sure he didn’t miss anything. He caught the way your face had fallen, his cool metal fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up.

“How about we hang out after? Around 7, we’ll watch a movie together, okay? I’ll grab dinner for us. Promise doll” He kissed your forehead before jogging off, closing the door behind him.

You were ready by 6, too excited to wait till 7, having showered and changed into something comfy, laying out Bucky’s favorite snacks and adding a few more soft pillows to the bed. You knew it was still early so you didn’t mind lounging around for a bit, anxiously checking the time as it neared closer and closer to when he was supposed to show up.

An hour later, it was 7.

Then 7:30.

And then 8.

By 9, you had left everything as is, blinking back the hot tears that wanted to spill, retreating back to your own room, not wanting to see him at all, even if he did have a good excuse for not showing up, which was highly unlikely. You shut the door, throwing on an oversized t-shirt and crawling into bed, burying yourself under the covers, no longer bothering to hold back the tears that began to soak your pillow.

****

Bucky cocked his head curiously, seeing his bedroom door left ajar, wondering why it was open when he definitely closed it before leaving. As soon as he stepped in, his heart dropped to his stomach seeing the pillows that were propped up against the headboard, his favorite snacks piled on the fluffy blanket, your fuzzy bunny slippers left behind beside his bed.

He cursed under his breath when he realized the time, remembering his promise to you, running straight to your room, only to find it closed with the lights turned off. He tried knocking only to be met with silence, carefully turning the handle and letting himself inside.

“Doll?” He felt his heart break further seeing the small lump under a mountain of blankets, curled up into a ball “Oh, doll” He strode over, sitting at the edge of your bed, careful not to wake you if you were asleep, his hand gently tucking a strand of hair from your face.

“What” Your voice cracked, hoping he’d think its from sleep and not the fact that you had been crying.

“I’m so sorry sweets, we lost track of time, we went out to grab food and then Sam suggested we check out that new arcade just down the street”

We were supposed to do that you thought to yourself, swallowing down the lump in your throat, refusing to let your emotions get the better of you.

“And then Steve and Sam had to leave half way cause they had a mission early in the morning. Nicole wanted ice cream so we went by Carla’s before coming back-

“You took her to Carla's?” You cut Bucky off, your heart breaking further. That particular ice-cream shop always felt like something special you shared with Bucky, the place he took you to when neither of you could sleep. It was the place you shared your first kiss with him, the place where he said he felt something between the two of you. It’s not like you owned the store but it felt like the final straw, your resolve finally breaking.

“Yeah, I-

“Just go Bucky” There wasn’t a hint of iciness in your voice; just disappointment and defeat, both far worse than you being angry. Bucky froze, pulling your blanket away from you, only for you to push his hand away, burying yourself further into the sheets.

“Doll?”

“Don’t call me that” It was the indifference in your voice that left him hurt and confused, mouth opening and closing, “Please leave”

“Sweets, I can make it up to you, I promise-”

“It’s fine James” You shrugged, pulling the sheets higher up, not willing to speak anymore, knowing you’d burst into tears again if you did. Bucky reluctantly decided to let you sleep, figuring you’d hear him out the next day but no.

How wrong he was.

You avoided him in the morning.

And the day after that.

Nearly a week had gone by and you didn’t spare him a second glance, always finding an excuse to evade him whenever he trailed behind you. It didn’t help that Nicole attempted to stay glued to his side, not giving him chance to get you alone.

*****

“What’s with you” Sam watched Bucky slump down onto the sofa, where everyone else lounged around, his face sullen from a lack of sleep, grumpiness amplified because why were you avoiding him so much?

“Y/n isn’t talking to me” He shrugged, while Nat glared at him.

“I wonder why” the red head mumbled, rolling her eyes at his confusion.

“When was the last time you guys spoke” Steve inquired, equally concerned about why you were ignoring his best friend. Bucky was the last person to share stories about his love life but at this point he was desperate. He recalled the events of the last time he spoke to you, promising a movie night, going out with Nicole, taking her for ice cream, running late, apologizing to you afterwards, where did he go wrong?

“I didn’t mean to forget-

“Bucky!” Nat slapped him upside the head while he yelped, looking at her with puppy eyes.

“What did I do?”

“Barnes, you absolute doorknob, you took her to all the spots you take y/n to, you’ve been spending all your time making little miss I’m one of the guys feel comfortable, you’ve made y/n seem invisible and you’re wondering why she’s not talking to you?” Bucky blinked while Nat continued, her annoyance only growing when she saw a message from Nicole pop up on Bucky’s phone.

“You treat Nicole like your girlfriend. Imagine some new guy joins us, makes a point of eye fucking y/n the entire time, finding ways to constantly flirt with her and touch her, you’d be fine with it? Imagine he avoids hanging out with the guys but makes all the time in the world to chase after anything with breasts. On top of that, how would you feel if y/n went out of her way to make said guy feel more welcomed when he clearly just wants to get into her pants. You’d be fine with it?!”

Bucky shook his head, though still not fully understanding because Nicole was just a friend, not someone he’d even be into. Plus, its not like she was into him like that, right?

“But Nicole doesn’t want to-” Bucky started, shutting his mouth when Nat nearly hissed, staring at him while he did the mental math, “Nicole wants to get into my pants?” Bucky looked at Nat wide eyes, ducking the cushion she was about to whack at his face, all the pieces finally clicking together. He groaned, running a hand over his face, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. Just as Sam and Steve were about to hum in agreement with Nat, she glared at them, their eyes growing wide.

“And you” Nat turned to glare at Steve, his shoulders slumping when he realized he wasn’t in the clear. He squeaked when Nat pulled his ear, giving it a squeeze, “What were you thinking. You didn’t once think it was weird she only trained with you two? Haven’t any of you noticed Nicole doesn’t hang out with any of us, Just you?” Nat waved her hand at the men that sat before her, their dumb stuck faces only adding to her annoyance. “Idiots”

As much as Bucky wanted to hit his head onto a brick wall, he didn’t have time to waste, immediately springing up from the couch to look for you. He checked everywhere he could but you were nowhere to be found. He was so desperate, he found himself shuffling outside of Tony’s lab, hoping FRIDAY would give him your location.

“You’re asking for a lot Barnes, y/n might add my name to the hit list if I tell you where she is”

“Please” Bucky was ready to beg on his knees while the billionaire huffed, watching the former assassin look like a lovesick puppy. He cocked an eyebrow, noting the glassiness of Bucky’s eyes on his desperate face, nodding before calling for FRIDAY to look for you. “Also, I need another favor...”

****

“Y/n, babygirl” He’d never felt such relief before, seeing you make your way to your room, coming back from your hiding spot from the roof, the scowl on your face clearly showing you weren’t trying to talk to anyone one your way over.

“Oh, I’m babygirl now? Has doll now been reserved for Nicole” You couldn’t hold back the sneer in your voice, walking away faster, ignoring his calls.

“Baby, please!”

No.

“Baby, wait!” Bucky chased after you, not willing to let another day go by without you knowing exactly how he felt. He managed to get hold of your hand, gently tugging you towards his chest and spinning you till your back was against the wall, his chest nearly pressed to you. “Please, I-I need to talk to you, tell you how I feel”

“There’s nothing to talk about”

“Yes there is” His voice was earnest, baby blues searching your downcast eyes, his finger tilting your chin up to look at him, “There’s so much to talk about, I adore you”

“Do you also adore Nic?” You scoffed, while Bucky’s cheeks warmed with embarrassment, the pink spreading up to his ears.

“There’s no Nic or Nicole, theres just a y/n, my y/n, only you doll” You rolled your eyes at his response, trying to move away but Bucky wasn’t having any of it, keeping you pressed against him, “I’m sorry darling, I didn’t realize what she was doing or get her intentions. I thought she just wanted to get to know the team better”

“Wow” you huffed under your breath, wishing you had the space to flick the super soldiers forehead.

“I know, I’m an idiot, and I’m an even bigger idiot for not making it clear I’m so utterly and desperately in love with you” Bucky bit his lip as soon as the words left his mouth, he’d said everything under the sun except those words before. But they were true and he’d kept it inside long enough. “I love you, I love you, fuck, I love you”

You squeaked in surprise when he scooped you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder, walking over to his bedroom, smiling when he felt your small fists hitting his back, your butt wiggling to be put back down.

“Barnes, put me down, you can’t just say you love me and then carry me away like a complete ogre!” He set you down, kicking the door shut behind him before wrapping his arms around you tightly again, falling more in love with your irritated pouty face.

“I love you sweet girl. God, I’m so in love with you”

“You’re an absolute idiot”

“An idiot who is in love”

“You’re so cheesy” You willed yourself not to smile, ignoring the butterflies that fluttered at his words and love struck eyes. “you’re still a dick”

“I know. M’sorry angel, I didn’t realize what I was doing, I never wanted to hurt you. I should’ve known something was up when all she wanted to do was train 24/7 but I guess I misunderstood her intentions cause I didn’t see her as anything else. I’ve only ever had eyes for you baby, you have my heart. You always will”

“Where is she right now anyway?” You melted into his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Isn’t she supposed to be leaving soon?” Bucky didn’t respond, his hands starting to wander your body instead, slipping up your shirt, rubbing soft circles on your hips. Without warning, he picked you up again, tossing you on the bed and pouncing on you, peppering your face with kisses.

“Bucky what are you doing” You giggled feeling his beard tickle your skin as he started to trail kisses down your neck.

“I may have requested Tony to have her stay an extra night” Your face twisted in confusion at his words but the devious look on his face made your tummy flutter.

“And he happily agreed because...”

“Because...?”

“I want her to hear how good I can make the girl I picked feel” Bucky smirked as he crawled off you, stripping his clothes off before tearing yours off immeitedly after. “M’not gonna waste another second, gotta let the whole compound know who my best girl is”

****

“OH G-GOD J-JAMES FUUCCCKKK”

“That’s it pretty princess, that’s it, cum on my dick baby, my good girl, fuck you’re so good to me, look at that, God you’re soaked baby”

“Jesus Christ” Nicole huffed, no longer able to ignore the moans coming from Bucky’s room while the rest of the team pretended to be none the wiser, your loud love making carrying all the way down the hall. Bucky happily disabled the sound proofing in his room before pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, railing you into the mattress.

“Baby you look so pretty when you’re all stretched out like this, c’mon you can take more, spread those legs for me baby, open up, c’mon, lemme in”

“HNG PleasepleasepleaseJames”

“So perfect when you beg, cock’s all yours mama, m’all yours, go on and use me, that’s it, ride this dick, you own me”

“Bucky, gonna-c-cum, gonna-cum!”

“Cum for me princess, God I love you”

“You want a snack?”

“Nick?”

“Uh-Nicole?”

“Huh?” Nicole whipped her head around to where Steve was innocently holding out the bowl of popcorn, while Sam stood up to grab more snacks before the movie started. She stared at everyone surrounding her acting as if they couldn’t hear the way you were screaming your vocal chords raw, the super soldier moaning louder than you, “N-no, I’m fine”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at the way her jaw clenched, mindlessly scrolling through her phone while Bucky’s thrusts punctuated with each word.

“Y’feel so. Damn. Good. baby, could spent my whole life like this making love to you”

“Fuck, I love you James”

“Ugh- they’re so loud” Nicole rolled her eyes again in hopes that someone would feel the same but all she got were blank stares back.

“I mean, terminator is practically in love with her” Tony shrugged while the others nodded in agreement.

“They’re cute. It’s about time they made it official, don’t you think?” Nat asked sweetly staring directly at her while Steve tried to chime in as well, his cheeks burning hot pink between the sounds of skin slapping and moaning.

“They sound so happy together” he stuttered out while Sam snorted, choking from laughter.

“Oh God, oh god, fuck-Jamie-JAMIE”

“Yup, real happy”

“I-I think I’m actually gonna call it at early night, stay at the recruiting center tonight instead” Nicole headed straight to the main doors without looking back, the rest of the team giving each other satisfied smirks.

Bucky collapsed beside you, panting, his short locks clinging to his forehead, a thin sheet of sweat covering his body. He truthfully stopped caring about what Nicole could or couldn't hear half way through, meaning every single word he said as he took you apart over and over again. You giggled at his shy smile when he pulled you into his chest, pulling the sheets over you both, kissing your forehead.

“I love you pretty girl. I love you so much”

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cosmicanemoia · 5 months

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There aren't enough jealousy fics in any platform known to mankind.

I'm a sucker for jealousy fics, and I can't be the only one. Right?

Like, where are the rests of fanfic where (romanoff/maximoff/weems/mills/schemmenti/etc...) going feral because they think someone wants to steal their lady (reader)???

#writing #sapphic #lesbian #wlw #x reader #reading #fanfiction #tropes #jealousy tropes #jealousy #jealous character x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #larissa weems x reader #regina mills x reader #melissa schemmenti x reader #lesbian brain rot

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videovamptramp · 1 year

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the great war pt 1

natasha romanoff x fem reader

warnings: if you count flirting as cheating then nats a cheater 🤡, angst, breakups, idk why i can never write fluffy shit…, kinda mean nat?, natasha’s a bad girlfriend but she means well.

(part 2 will be uploaded on saturday or sunday morning depending on where u live! i already have it written, just need to revise and edit 😊)

natasha knows treating you the way she has isn’t enough. she knows she’s doing almost everything wrong in the relationship. she doesn’t understand intimacy too well (if not at all), she barely grasps the concept of monogamy (it doesn’t help that she flirts with almost every woman she meets), and she doesn’t understand you at all. sometimes, you feel like she doesn’t even try. above all of that, natasha has never even told you that she loves you. it’s been two and a half years, and she’s never said it. some days, natasha racks her brain trying to figure out why you haven’t left yet.

natasha loves you. she knows this, though she doesn’t know if you do. she wonders if you know just how much she loves you; how she often craves those gentle touches of yours that only you can give her. you read her so well, she never even has to ask, you just know. whenever she’s had a bad day or a tough mission, you somehow know. whenever she wakes up craving pancakes, there you are making pancakes without her even saying anything about it. it’s funny, wanda maximoff is the mind reader, but you seem to be the only one who can truly read natasha romanoff.

though, tonight— tonight you aren’t too sure about what natasha’s doing, or what she wants. you’re currently at the bar with kate and yelena, while watching natasha flirt with maria hill right in front of your face. you’ve had to sit through not one, but two sexy dances. watching your girlfriend let her work partner grind all over her isn’t actually how you imagined the night going. the truth was you didn’t even want to come out tonight, but you did for her. she asked you to come out with her, and now you’re sitting at the bar watching her practically undress maria with her eyes.

you chug the rest of what’s in your drink, and turn your attention back to yelena and kate. “i think i’m gonna head home. i’m not feeling too well.” you half lie, and kate’s face falls. “what?! but you’ve only been here for an hour! come on, stay! don’t let natasha ruin your night.” kate tries, and yelena smirks. “you know, you and i can always dance and make her jealous.” yelena offers, and you giggle sadly. “thanks lena, but that’s not what i do... truthfully, i don’t even care anymore. if she wants to flirt or hookup with hill tonight, that’s fine.” you sound exhausted, and this causes both of your friends expressions to morph into looks of concern. “i’m tired...” you trail off, and you stop yourself to keep your voice from breaking.

... i’m tired of trying to be what she wants. i’m tired of not being enough.

you clear your throat, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a twenty dollar bill for your now finished drinks. “at least let me drive you home!” kate tries, and you shake your head. “no, you stay. have fun! i’ll get a cab.” you assure her, and she looks like she wants to protest but you quickly gather your things and stand up, adjusting your dress. “if nat notices i’m gone, which i doubt she will, tell her i went home.” you request, and yelena only nods as you walk away. you turn your head and catch a glimpse of maria whispering something in natasha’s ear. whatever it is it makes natasha grin in a way you haven’t been able to in months.

your heart feels like it’s being squeezed in your chest, but you manage to pry your eyes off of them, the image fully engraved into your mind as you walk out of the club.

“should we be worried? about her? like i know natasha’s your sister and all, but she’s cheating right in front of our eyes.” kate points out as she sips her fruity drink. yelena looks over at natasha who’s still talking to maria, seemingly unaware that you had even left. yelena shakes her head, “natasha? she’s always like this. she pushes and pushes until she pushes the person she loves to snap or leave. you can call it what you want, but i call it self sabotage.” yelena blurts out her retort, and kate shakes her head. “but y/n loves her, yel. i’m really concerned, because she’s willing to let natasha cheat on her. who does that?” kate asks and yelena sighs, reaching for another shot.

“someone who’s tired. she’s probably... how do you say... mentally gone already? yeah, that’s it. she probably doesn’t care anymore about what natasha does.” yelena says, and kate’s face changes as she notices natasha somehow is now behind yelena, and can hear everything the blonde is saying. “i mean, would you? she’s given maria hill more attention in the last hour and a half than she has given y/n all month.” yelena adds, “i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.” yelana continues and kate shakes her head, flashing yelena a look of panic.

“what? do i have something on my face?” yelena asks, and natasha clears her throat from behind the blonde. yelena turns around, and is seemingly unfazed by her sisters sudden presence. “well if it isn’t the woman of the hour! how is your night fling going, сестра (sister)?” yelena asks with a drunk smile on her face, causing natasha to scoff. “fling? and do i wanna know what you were just talking about? or why?” natasha asks, and yelena chortles sardonically. “yes, your fling. your shield partner who you’ve been dry humping all night in front of your girlfriend.” yelena answers and kate sips her drink awkwardly, trying to avoid natasha’s harsh gaze.

“you know what yelena? what do you know about my girlfriend?” natasha asks bitterly, knowing too well about yelena’s not so little crush on you. yelena rolls her eyes, “apparently more than you. y/n has been gone for almost half an hour now, and you haven’t even noticed. i may not have experience in relationships, but i know you’re not supposed to hurt her all the time.” yelena states, and natasha’s fists ball up. “i hurt her all the time?? is that what she tells you?” natasha asks and yelena huffs. “obviously not, natalia! you know she practically worships the ground you walk on! you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.” yelena spits harshly, and natasha’s hard expression falters at the words.

“people like you truly don’t know what they have until it’s gone. and when she realizes she deserves better than catching a cab on her own in the middle of november— better than watching you give someone else attention while you’ve barely spared her a single glance since you’ve been back from your mission— she’ll be fine. she’ll find better. but you won’t find someone who loves you that much again, and you know it.” yelena says through gritted teeth, and natasha is staring into yelena’s eyes as if she could see right into her soul.

kate was positive someone was going to get murdered tonight, and it was definitely going to be yelena. until natasha shifts from one foot to the other, and sighs, “where’d she go?” natasha demands, and yelena chuckles, “oh now you care?” the blonde asks, and kate puts her hand on yelena’s shoulder. “she went back home.” kate cuts in, and natasha only nods. she avoids yelena’s gaze before talking again, “i do love her.” natasha starts, and yelena rolls her eyes, turning her head to the side in order to gaze away from natasha.

“you’re both the only two people i love unconditionally in this world.” natasha adds and yelena seems to soften only a bit at the words. “you have a funny way of showing it, сестра (sister).” yelena murmurs, and natasha sighs as she looks at kate, silently apologizing like a scorned puppy. “she’ll forgive you. she always does.” kate tries to reassure the redhead but this only makes her feel even more guilty. natasha nods, but says nothing else. “you better gravel.” yelena blurts out, snickering as natasha walks away.

the entire way back to your guys shared apartment, natasha thinks about you. the way she’s treated you. yelena’s words ring through her head, and she can’t help but grimace she thinks about them.

“you know what i think? i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.”

that couldn’t be further from the truth. yet, yelena’s words still hurt. what if you think the same way as the blonde?

“i wouldn’t be surprised if natasha gets home one day and she’s gone.”

yelena’s words hold heavy weight and meaning, and they manage to make natasha’s blood run cold. she doesn’t want to think about you leaving, but she’d be lying if she said she never does. every day she thinks about how much better you deserve, and how wonderful you are. she thinks about all the little things you do for her, like purchasing her favorite brand of hot cocoa from the grocery store. the way you always leave sticky notes on the mirror, telling her you love her. she notices every little thing you do for her. from the way you organize her drawers, to the way you cook dinner based on the foods she prefers.

when she gets home there’s a chilling, deafening silence in the apartment. there wasn’t a single sound other than the sirens and noises coming from the busy streets of new york. “detka?” natasha calls out, as she shuts the door behind her. when she walks in, she sees your sweater from tonight carelessly thrown on the back of the couch. the redhead walks further into your shared apartment, and as she approaches her bedroom, her heart sinks.

you’re not here.

“y/n?” natasha asks, her voice louder this time. when she’s met by more silence, a wave of panic washes over her. “no— shit, fuck—“ natasha slurs while she curses as she fumbles with the purse in her hands, her slightly shaky hands searching for her phone. something in her chest tightens as she unlocks her phone, the screensaver she has of you eating ice cream would in any other case make her smile. right now it makes the uncomfortable pit in her stomach grow as she starts to sober up while pressing on your contact information.

the phone rings twice before natasha can hear your phone ringing somewhere in the kitchen. natasha rushes over in the direction of the sound, and when she sees your phone on the counter, her heart drops right into her stomach. that little condescending voice in her brain is screaming ‘she left. of course she left you, who wouldn’t leave you after all the shit you’ve pulled?’ along with things like ‘yelena was right.’ ‘you never deserved her anyways.’ ‘you’re just a whore, natalia.’

her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by you casually entering the apartment wearing your pink velvet short pajama set. your hair is in unruly curls, and you nearly stop in your tracks at the sight of your girlfriend standing in the middle of the apartment with an inscrutable expression on her face. “you’re home?” you ask uncertainly, yet your voice and face don’t indicate any signs of anger. in fact, you sort of look confused. it’s hard for natasha to swallow as her hands tremble and she lets out a breath of slight relief as she realizes you’re back. “what’s wrong?” you question after not getting an answer from your gaping girlfriend.

“i— i got home and you weren’t here... where— where’d you go?” natasha asks, swallowing past the lump in her throat. her fists are opening and closing, and she’s standing robotically across the room. you step closer to her subconsciously, “mrs. rodriguez knocked; mr. whiskers got loose in the building and i was helping her look for him. we found him on top of the vending machine on level three.” you reveal, explaining your short absence to the ex-assassin. “why are you home so early?” you ask nonchalantly, as you walk past natasha, towards the counter where your phone is.

“you left early. why’d you leave?” natasha asks, ignoring your question, and you notice the way her voice breaks every so slightly. you furrow your brows, “i— i was tired, and i didn’t want to ruin your night... i told yelena and kate to let you know.” you retort, and natasha folds her arms. “you should have told me.” she states, and you raise a brow. “and interrupt whatever the hell was going on between you and maria? no thanks, i was already humiliated enough.” you murmur, and natasha tenses up.

“there’s nothing going on between me and agent hill.” she says seriously, and you roll your eyes. “does she know that? because she was blushing at everything you were saying tonight.” you respond smartly, and natasha scoffs, her crossed arms tightening over her chest. “i didn’t do anything tonight that i don’t usually do when i go out.” she points out, and you sigh, pushing your hair behind your ears. you look at natasha, and she can see on your face how exhausted you are. “yeah, i know.” you say under your breath, “that’s the problem.” you add as you go to leave and natasha moves with you, blocking your way to the bedroom.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” she asks a bit demandingly. you shake your head, “it doesn’t mean a thing to you, i know that.” you respond, your tone lacking it’s usual softness. natasha pauses, and you sigh. “look, i’m really tired, okay? i can’t do this whole fight just to make up thing tonight. i’m going to bed.” you declare, and natasha blinks a few times as you manage to make your way past her and towards the bedroom.

“you’re tired... tired of me?” natasha asks, her voice different than it usually is. this causes you to stop and turn back to look at her. “i’d never get tired of you. ever.” you affirm certainly, but your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy natasha. your shoulders slouch a bit, “i’m tired of the way you make me feel, nat.” you admit, your tone low, and your eyes on the floor. “i’m tired of laying awake at night while you’re out flirting and doing who knows what with people i have to face day to day, and they all wonder the same thing i do. i know it.” your voice cracks as you swallow thickly in order to keep your voice clear. “and what’s that? what are they all wondering?” she asks in a manner you’ve never heard before. your eyes meet hers, and for the first time she can see just how hurt you are.

“if i’m even enough for you. or why you’re even with me in the first place.” you whisper, looking away as your eyes begin to water. the way your bottom lip begins to quiver, and the way your eyes are begging for an answer makes natasha’s heart shatter. “detka...” natasha trails off, her voice faint and quiet. you shake your head, trying to be strong as your teary orbs meet hers. “you know you don’t have to pretend to love me, or settle for me... right? i— i’m a big girl, natasha, i can handle the truth. i think... i think i deserve the truth.” your voice trembles, but you keep your gaze locked on natasha despite the tears in your eyes and you’re trying to blink them away rapidly, causing each tear to fall one by one; streaming down your cheeks to your jaw.

the titian-haired woman stares at you for a long moment, her eyes now glossy and full of anguish. the flicker of emotions in those forest-green orbs does nothing to ease your fears and anxieties that are creeping up on you. tonight’s the night, you think, the night she finally admits you’re not enough for her. you never will be. “pretending to love you? is that what you think i’m doing?” natasha inquires in pure disbelief. “you think i don’t really love you? you think i settled for you??” natasha asks, sounding more upset than you’ve ever heard her. you don’t know what comes over you, but the dam that’s been poorly put together, finally bursts.

“not just me, natasha… everyone thinks that. and tonight— god, tonight you were just showing me how you really feel and i need to stop ignoring it.” you breathe out, the end of your palms digging into your eyelids, as you try your absolute hardest to ignore the urgent need to cry. natasha shakes her head, “that’s not true! i love you more than i love anything! you know that!” natasha raises her voice, and you stare at her with a pained expression. “i don’t. not anymore, and especially not after everything you’ve done.” you respond in a monotone.

natasha stares at you, trying to figure out your next move, but for the first time since she’s met you, she can’t. “maybe... maybe you should just go. go back to the club... back to maria. i’m sure she’ll be more than happy to let you stay at her place... just till i can find a place of my own—“ you begin to ramble, and natasha’s eyes widen. “no!” she shouts, causing you to nearly flinch. “no, please— please don’t. please... don’t make me go.” natasha begs, her voice cracking and you can’t help but flash her a heartbroken expression.

“what else can i do, natasha? i’m not going to compete with her. i can’t... not when she’s obviously the better choice for you.” you hug your arms around yourself, turning away from natasha in order to hide the insecurity written all over your face. “the better choice?” natasha asks unrecognizably, and you turn to face her; the look on your face shatters her. “please don’t make me say it.” you beg, you’re heartbroken enough. “you’re going to have to, because i don’t understand. on what planet is maria hill a better choice than you?” natasha asks, and your fingernails dig into your upper arms.

“just... just leave me alone for the rest of the night. please.” you plead, and she takes a step closer to you, causing you to instinctively take a few steps back. “not tonight.” you add in a strained tone, natasha swears the floor might swallow her whole, and she desperately wants you to hold her. but the way you looked at her— you look absolutely disappointed in her. it makes her realize yelena had more of a point than she anticipated. you turn away, facing your bedroom, and you’re ready for this night to end already. you’re exhausted and all you wanted was to watch movies and cuddle tonight. instead you got this. again.

“i’m sorry.” natasha croaks out, and you close your eyes tightly, clenching your jaw. “me too.” you manage to voice out as you walk into the room, shutting the door behind you. the sound of the lock makes natasha’s heart fall further into that pit that only seems to be growing.

natasha’s legs feel like jelly as she shuffles to the bedroom door. her nose practically touches the cold wood, “i’m sorry.” natasha repeats through the door, “i’ve been a shitty girlfriend. i haven’t treated you the way you deserve, and i know that. i don’t mean to be this way...” her tone is broken and frail, and you stare at the door with tears falling out of your eyes. “the truth is, i don’t know why i do a lot of things. i was trained for everything...” natasha trails off, her voice getting caught somewhere in her windpipe. she swallows past the lump in her throat, “... but i wasn’t trained to keep a good thing. i’ve never had a good thing like this, and when you say you’re not enough for me, that’s just not true. i’m not enough for you.” natasha doesn’t realize she’s crying until she can taste the bitter salt on her lips, falling off her jaw and down to her collarbone.

her forehead is touching the door, and she lets out a ragged breath, squeezing her eyes shut. you don’t say anything, and god, she‘s terrified that she fucked this up beyond repair. then, she hears the door click, and she stands up straight, sniffling as you open the door. you peak through, your eyes full of tears, and they only multiply when you see her red and puffy eyes. she’s staring at you like a lost puppy and you reach for her, immediately seeking her comfort. natasha wraps her muscular arms around the back of your neck, pulling you flush against her. you both say nothing as she holds you in her arms, crying simultaneously. natasha’s arms are wrapped around your neck and she breathes you in. she never wants to let you go.

a few minutes of silence tick by, “i can’t do this anymore, nat…” you whisper, and the words make her heart fall deeper into that blackhole. there’s tears falling out of your eyes and you sniffle as you pull away from the taller woman. “i c-can’t keep doing this. i’m… i’m gonna stay at lizzie’s for awhile.” your voice cracks, and natasha’s eyes widen, she shakes her head quickly, “no— detka please. i can fix this. please, just give me a chance to fix it.” she begs, and you look down, the salty tears streaming down your cheeks. “no nat. i— i need time to think… i don’t want to feel this way anymore.” you express, your hand on your chest as if she’d literally taken a knife and stabbed you through the heart. natasha feels an enormous amount of guilt and regret as she realizes just how badly her actions have affected you.

“baby please… i’m sorry. i don’t want you to leave.” her voice cracks, and her mascara is running. she looks heartbroken, but so do you. it took her this long to realize you’ve been feeling this way, and it was all because of her foolish actions. “you should’ve thought about that before… you really hurt me, nat.” you try to sound strong, but the way you’re crying makes you feel weak. you turn around and make your way into your bedroom, ready to gather a bag of your things then call your sister to come and get you. natasha’s stuck in place as she watches you move around the bedroom, packing a duffel bag. her hearts pounding in her ears, she can’t move or say anything as you talk on the phone with your sister and she agrees to pick you up.

her body doesn’t feel like her own as you throw on a pair of jeans and your own hoodie; it becomes too real as you put your shoes on. she feels like a robot, standing in the middle of her bedroom. you give her one last look before throwing your bag over your shoulder and leaving; you don’t even realize you take natasha’s heart with you when you leave. after the door slams, the silence engulfs her and she can physically feel her heart break in two. what the hell did she do?

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VIII — Meetings, Buddies, Romanoffs

Warnings: Cursing, jealousy, a bit suggestive, and the buddies (?)

Note: I'm rusty, I know.

"I didn't like their pasta. It's bland."

"Me too." Natasha chuckled lowly, walking hand in hand with you towards the immigration office, where you'll both be interrogated by Loki Laufeyson himself.

"Good morning." You smiled at the old lady in front. "Natasha and Y/n Romanoff?"

There was a little pause while the older woman named Jennifer (you noticed her nametag) looked through the schedules for today before nodding and kindly leading you to a room.

It has white walls trimmed with nothing but cleanliness. The neat stacks of papers were placed atop the table as you both entered cautiously and plopped down against the sofa in front of the windowpane, where the sun shone brightly like it's signaling there's good news for you to hold on to, making you smile to yourself. There's also the faint smell of tobacco and whiskey combined, causing your nose to scrunch, and before you could even go further into observation, Jennifer spoke once again.

"Mister Laufeyson will see you soon; he just got caught up with some important meetings," She informed apologetically, but you both brushed her worries off. "For the mean time, please let us accommodate you with some drinks and snacks. I'll send someone back in, alright?"

"Please don't bother-"

"Thanks!" You cut your wife off quickly, and you feel the burn of her gaze on the side of your face as soon as the door shuts. "What?"

"You're still hungry?" She questioned incredulously, but her tone betrayed her with amusement. "After everything we ate?"

"Hey!" You pouted. "I told you, I didn't like the food! But it was pricey, so I wanted to finish it, you know?"

"Oh, baby, you didn't have to do that!" Natasha laughed before groaning, "You'll barf on me on the night again."

"I won't," You said smugly.

Knock knock!

"Juice, water, snacks—Y/n?"

A familiar voice had drawn your attention away from your wife, causing your eyes to widen in recognition.

"...hi?" You pathetically choked out when you felt Nat's hand on your thigh. "Darcy."

"Y/n!" Darcy beamed with her bright red lipstick, raising her glasses back up as they slipped on the slope of her nose. "How have you been? It's been... ages."

"Yeah." You laughed hesitantly. "So, um.."

Natasha cleared her throat to make her presence known.

"Oh, wait. Nat, this is Darcy." You nodded to the brunette, cringing inwardly. "And Darcy, this is Natasha, my wife."

"Hey!" Darcy Lewis smiled at your wife, who only lifted her brow, unamused. "Nice to meet you!"

"You two know each other?" It seemed more like a statement than a question. "How?"

You rubbed your neck uncomfortably and chewed your lip. "Well. Uh.."

"Well?" Nat said, raising her brow and frowning. "Please do enlighten me, my love."

Well, you couldn't really formulate any proper words, and Darcy noticed that.

So, being the frank person that she is-

"We were fuck buddies before."

And, as I already stated, frank.

Very, very, very frank.

"Excuse me?" Natasha looked at you, daring you to agree with Darcy's statement so she could throw you off, but you just gave her a weak smile while rubbing your neck awkwardly.

Her shoulder stiffened and her jaw clenched, and you knew you were in trouble.

"That was before," You mumbled truthfully, taking her hand.

"And? Am I supposed to thank you for that?" She said, her tone stern while glaring at you. "Know what? I don't think I'm feeling well for this meeting; I'd just call Laufeyson and reschedule this shit."

You panicked when she stood up, freezing in your spot, prompting her to turn to you with a sarcastic smile. "What? You wanna stay here and reunite with your fuck buddy or-"

"Or nothing!" You shrieked, catching up. "Come on, babe, let's go home."

"Yes," She replied shortly, opening the driver's door and locking it before you could even enter. Lowering the window slightly, "I am going home. You? Go to your fuck buddy, yeah? Seems like you miss her anyways."

You groaned while watching the car drive off into the streets, alone to yourself, as she didn't even listen to your protests.

This is gonna be a long ride.

Two days later.

"Babe, we're already on the plane, and you're still not talking to me?" You frowned, shifting in your seat. "Lola will notice this, and she'll be upset to know that we're fighting."

"Trust me," Natasha muttered. "She'll be more feral about your little... buddies."

"Hey!" You pouted, "Darcy is one! And don't get me wrong, sure, I used to play with women before, but I'm all changed now, okay? This is Y/n Y/l/n 2.0! Will love you like a pro!"

She made a disgusted face, making you laugh before she leaned her head towards your shoulder, causing you to sigh in relief and kiss her forehead as she slept through the flight.

"Natasha, Y/n!"

"Hi, Lola!" Natasha kissed your grandma's cheeks when the older woman pulled her in for a hug. "Um, Ma, bless."

Natasha burrowed her in-law's hand before she raised it into her forehead to show her respect, which made you smile because she's adapting your culture.

It's adorable.

"Where's Papa?" You frowned, saddened by the feeling of déjà vu.

Thankfully, your mother was quick to clarify things. "He's in the parking lot and waiting in the car."

You grinned and grasped your wife's hand while carrying your small luggage on the other.

"Baby?" Natasha whispered on your side, causing you to hum in response. "Remember what happened with the immigration?"

"The one with Loki? I still think we've done a great job-"

"No, the one with Darcy," She smirked. "I'm telling that to Lola."

"Please, no!" You widened your eyes, horrified.

You watched her run away from your side as she caught up with your grandma and began narrating dramatically your interactions with Darcy.

You knew you were doomed, but you couldn't help but chuckle at how serene it feels to see your wife getting along with your family after all the circumstances that you've both gone through.

But again, good luck.

Lola's wrath would be a thousand times worse than anyone's, especially with how Natasha made you look so dirty in her eyes.

"I should be mad at you," You mumbled as you both walked towards the street, about to buy some of Natasha's favorite foods that she missed back when you were both in New York to assess her papers. "But you're cute."

"Ew." Natasha scrunched her nose. "I prefer badass."

"Mhm." You nodded, laughing a little as you looked down towards your linked hands to hopefully kiss it, but before you even knew it, you bumped into someone. "I'm sorry, I wasn't—Ingrid?"

"Oh, hi!" The blonde smiled widely. "What are you doing here?"

"I was actually born here," You said, feeling a jab on your stomach before you saw your wife's raised brows. "And this is my wife, Natasha."

"Well, this is awkward." You heard Ingrid mumble lowly to herself, but she was quick to dismiss it. "I was sent here for a couple of weeks to complete some business deals."

"Really?" You questioned.

"Yeah." Ingrid nodded, and she felt someone staring at her so hard that she felt like there's already a hole in her forehead. Soon enough, she confirmed that it was your wife. "I should probably, um," She awkwardly gestured her way, "Yeah. I should go."

"Well, goodbye!" You smiled, nodding.

"Bye!"

"And who's that woman?" Natasha asked as soon as Ingrid had left. She feels like history is literally repeating itself, "Again?"

"Uh." You rubbed the back of your neck, and Natasha knows what that means already.

She sighed, clenching her jaw. "Tell me how many more of your fuck buddies I would meet. Should I do some meet and greet with them already?"

"Baby, I don't even intend to see them." You paused when she scowled. "Hey, it's not my fault! Honest!"

"Tell me, how many women do you have?!"

"My-" you shrieked. "What?!"

"I'm sorry," She scoffed sarcastically. "Should I rather say, fuck buddies?"

"No, god!" You cringed. "I hope she's the last one, though."

"Oh, so you admit that there's a lot! You're an absolute fucktoy-"

And before she could even start an argument, you covered her mouth quickly and began pulling her towards where you saw someone grilling your favorite street foods.

"I'm hungry!"

"Go starve," Natasha scoffed.

"Baby, come on, I promise she's the last."

"Y/n?"

You heard another familiar voice, making you wince when Natasha's glare doubled its intensity from before.

"Lucy, hello." You smiled lightly towards the brunette, feeling Natasha's hand on your thigh possessively.

"Well, here are your orders." She placed the plates on the table along with the sauces before nodding politely and attending another customer, but not before saying, "Let's catch up soon, yeah?"

You laughed unsurely when you felt your wife squeeze your leg in warning.

"Sorry, I have to go now!" She grinned before dashing off to attend to other customers.

"Really? Even her?" Natasha looked at you incredulously. "Seriously, this is not funny anymore."

It's not your fault that your past flings keep popping up here and there, but you don't want to invalidate Natasha's feelings of jealousy because they're surely valid.

And usually, it takes a lot for Natasha to be calm after one of her jealous moments, but you're more than happy to reassure her anyway.

"Babe, we talked about this." You started, "I love you so much, I wouldn't dare to cheat-"

"Y/n?"

Another familiar brunette had appeared in your vision, making Natasha fume this time.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" Natasha breathed out, chuckling sarcastically. "I'm going home. Enjoy your food, Y/n."

"Baby, wait!" You quickly stood up to follow Natasha, not even glancing at the other woman. "Hey! Nat!"

"What?!" She snapped.

"I'm sorry.."

It's simple, but Natasha knew that it's deep, and you meant to say it in more ways than one.

"No." Natasha shook her head, sighing after a while. "It's stupid anyway."

"You have every right to be upset, you know. There is no need to lie about it; I know you like the back of my hand."

"It doesn't matter." She rolled her eyes.

"Certainly does." You nodded. "I'm sorry for everything, okay? I want you to know that I would never ever leave you, especially if it's for another woman. I love you too much, and I hope you know that."

Silence.

You were afraid that she'd run away again, but soon all your worries were gone as she kissed you possessively.

"Mine," She mumbled, biting your lips.

That made you smile, sighing in relief.

"Let's go," Natasha chuckled, pulling your hand.

"Where are we going?"

She smirked seductively, "We're making babies."

And there, my gays, that's how Atasha Margaret Y/l/n-Romanoff and Andrew Nathan Y/l/n-Romanoff were brought into this world after you both had settled into bed with Lola's baby maker blanket covering both of your bodies.

The end.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #marvel #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #jealous natasha romanoff #the proposal series

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woman-actress · 3 months

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Jealous character x Fem!reader pleeaaaase

It's an SOS that I'm sending to you ...I am what we can call: an addict of fanfictions.

That's why I ask anyone who can write these wonderful things ... I'm in need and I have no desire to cure this addiction.

A little list :

Natasha Romanoff :

Wanda Maximoff :

Carol Danvers :

Lena Luthor :

Literally every character played by Cate Blanchette :

Same for Sarah Paulson :

Alma peregrine :

So many women and possibilities of toxic relationships and possible jealousy, really I would be happy to be crushed by these womens....

Thanks ! Really 💕

#natasha romanoff x reader #cate blanchett x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #kate bishop x reader #emily prentiss x reader #agatha harkness x reader #alma peregrine x reader #sarah paulson x reader #jealous girl #marvel imagine #dc imagine #smu

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kaziee2 · 1 year

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The Favorite

Summary: Liho has your attention and your girlfriend doesn’t seem to like it

Warning: None that I can think of

Pairs: [Natasha x Gn!reader]

[Words: 700+]

[Masterlist] [A/n: Just enjoy :)]

Pets were something foreign in your childhood, your parents never allowed you to keep one since they thought it held no value to bring to the family. They valued productivity and having a pet felt as a liability and nuisance. “Fierce warriors do not need sentimental things” your mother would always tell you.

So after you left to find yourself and soon after Nick Fury found you, you joined the rag-tag team of misfits called the Avengers, and to say you call them your family would be an understatement. You loved each and everyone and even became a mother figure to all the kids that Nick suddenly kept on recruiting.

And after years meeting Nick, meeting the Avengers, then officially becoming one, you still fell in love between it all.

You were so in love that even though she broke your favorite mug, you didn’t even bother scolding her. So now after cleaning up the broken shards of glass, you opted to lay on the couch with her on your chest, occasionally giving her treats.

“You know you're spoiling her too much, she practically has you under her scrawny paws,”

Natasha tells you as she comes into your view. She’s still wearing her mission gear and suit, just coming back from one, you guess.

“Oh I know, but how can you say no to a cute face like hers,” you softly cupped the feline's cheeks and cooed at her.

Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless, she walked to the bedroom to clean herself up so she could lay down with you and just relax all together.

Few minutes later Natasha came back, and when she was about to sit down on the couch with you, she stopped “Uhm… Honey, can you please move Liho from my spot,” she asked and pointed at the black cat that didn’t even bother acknowledging her.

You smiled at her sheepishly “Sorry love, but that’s her spot,” Natasha looked at you dumbfounded, “Oh! But you can still sit on the other side,” but she didn’t accept that arrangement and tried moving Liho herself, resulting in the cat to nuzzle herself more closely to you, to which you prompted to fall right in back in her spell and held her closer. Liho was definitely just taunting her now.

Natasha slowly gave in and sat on the other end of the couch, slightly annoyed that you chose the cat over her! Liho and her looked at each other and she swears she saw the cat give her a smug smile! It angered her, and she threatened her pet, “You know I’m the one who picked you up in the street and I could put you back out,” she whispered. Liho just meows at her as if telling her ‘she could try’ and went back to snuggling beside you. To which you gladly accepted.

“Don’t worry Natty, I promise you, that later we can snuggle all night however long you want,”

But that wasn’t enough for her, she wanted to cuddle now! She whined mentally like a petulant child. She pouted at you and not having the patience to wait, she acted.

Natasha picked up Liho from your grasp, causing the black cat to continuously meow and wriggle in the red-head hands trying to get into your hold. You also tried to grab Liho back from her hands but was swatted away by her free hand. You let out a soft ‘hey’ in regard but was ignored, so you just sat there pouting.

Natasha went to the cat room (built by you) and placed her cat inside before closing the door and making sure the small cat door was locked so she wouldn't get out.

Natasha walked back to you and saw you pouting at her, “Sorry love but you know I had to,” she proclaims and took her spot where the damn cat resided a while ago. You opened your arms for her and she instinctively embraced you, feeling happy to finally be able to cuddle with you.

Silence surrounded both of you, until you spoke up to her, giving her a cheeky grin, “You know, you can’t just keep Liho in there forever,” you laugh at how guilty she looks at the thought of doing it.

“I’ll let her out after I’m satisfied with the cuddles you give,” she huffs, jabbing you playfully.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure to give you the best cuddles, so Liho can join us,” Natasha hums in acknowledgement and you wrap your hands around her tighter. Sigh of content released from the both of you.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #natasha x reader #liho the cat #natasha romanoff x gn!reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff fanfiction #Natasha is jealous #of a cat #marvel fluff

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scottishaccentsareawesome · 3 months

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(Rooster has a date at the Hard Deck, and Hangman is well...) Phoenix(gasps):...You're JEALOUS! Hangman(clearly jealous): I am NOT jealous. And I'll tell you why I'm jealous - Because I'm not jealous! Phoenix: You're not making any sense. Hangman: - Oh and all of a sudden you're the President of Things that Make Sense?!

#incorrect quotes #top gun maverick #hangaroo #hangster #sereshaw #hangman & phoenix #jealous!hangman #original: will & grace #jake seresin #natasha trace #bradey bradshaw #hangman seresin #phoenix trace #rooster bradshaw

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togrowoldinv · 8 months

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Could you do a headcanon for jealous/possessive Natasha? Pretty please? 😊

Natasha likes to think she doesn’t get jealous, but you know she does. Her give away is that she wears a slight pout on her lips. It’s barely noticeable.

Sometimes you notice she’s jealous, but sometimes you’re oblivious. It’s then that she gets possessive. Her hands will always find a way to be on you. Whether it’s holding yours, a hand on your back, or your thigh.

She gets possessive with her words too. If anyone tries to make a move on you, she very clearly asserts that you’re hers and she’s yours. The glare she shoots them also sends them away.

When you two get alone again, Natasha remains possessive as she reminds you of the fact that you’re only for her. You like it when she gets jealous and possessive, so sometimes you do it on purpose.

It always ends with a lot of love though. Nat knows deep down you’d never be with anyone but her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #jealous Nat is sexy #she gets all pouty #and then takes you home #and …#Natasha Romanoff headcanon #I love things like this #send more!

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wntrsnat · 9 months

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Before I go back to my I’d-love-to-forget-about-existence sleep, I want to share the panel I think about every day, every night, every afternoon, every lecture, every seminar and every everything.

THIS

AND THIS

But especially the first one KDJDJDJ. Jealous Bucky is my eeksklelekdkdksowkwlskdjdjdjjwkekdkdkdjjdiekdkek

#winterwidow #buckynat #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #marvel comics #earth 616 #616 #marvel #ed brubaker #explore #Ed Brubaker’s run #Jasper Sitwell #jealous Bucky Barnes #casual #chitchat #Steve Rogers

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scavengerssuccotash · 3 months

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For the clintasha one liner prompt thing, could you do: ‘what the fuck are you flirting with Banner for? I’m right here Natasha!’

(maybe with the background that Clint x Nat had broken up lately, neither of them are over it, and Clint is jealous as hell) thank you!

Tony throws a charity event once a year to inspire New York’s upper crust to dip into their pocketbooks for a chance to brush elbows with heroes. It’s a swanky party with free-flowing champagne, an open bar, and Hors D'oeuvre’s gliding above heads atop silver trays. Clint wouldn’t call it a good time, though the limitless alcohol is certainly lubricating the definition of what he considered good. He would normally blow this kind of party off, but Tony had bribed him with the promise of experimental arrow heads if he attended, which was a kind gesture in of itself considering their teammate status. Clint would be lying if the prospect of abusing Tony’s immeasurable wealth and intelligence weren’t also a factor. Poor boy Barton is rectifying decades of financial pitfalls, he thinks sourly to himself.

The party is slowly winding down now, Clint had done his part. He is rather pleased with himself for making it to the end without sneaking off. He signed autographs, feigned platitudes and even flirted a bit and as thanks for all his work Clint’s getting his hands on some snazzy new tech. The energizing prospect buoys him through the last gaggle of elitists and he waves one woman off, some heiress to a department store, with a scandalous wink. By the time he makes his way back to the bar to hunt down the attendant for his fifth whiskey that night, the self-satisfied grin that was on his face crumbles into a snarl at the sound of a familiar melodic laughter.

He finds the source mere seconds after he rounds the corner.

Natasha.

Natasha is sitting on a bar stool and laughing at something Banner said. An ugly feeling twists in his gut at the sight of her hand running up and down his leg. An even uglier feeling calcifies into the hard lines of his face as he sports, what Natasha used to affectionally call, his murder face. Natasha doesn’t seem to notice him, or if she does she pays him no mind, as she tips her head back and laughs, exposing the long pale line of her throat which if followed would dive straight down to her cleavage. Clint knows he has to act the second he sees Banner’s head dip ever so slightly downward.

On the prowl Clint stalks forward. “Hey guys, what’s so funny?”

Banner’s head snaps around on cue and the smile Natasha was wearing slips as her face falls into a pointed glare by the time Clint stands beside them.

“Sorry, this seat taken?” Clint asks and before either of them can answer he promptly squeezes himself onto the seat between them. “No, good. So, great party, huh guys!? Think we raised enough money for Tony to get a new yacht this year?”

Banner coughs a bit before shyly looking down into his scotch. “I should probably go—”

“You don’t have to Bruce, really.” Natasha says the same time Clint feigns his disappointment.

“Ohh, nooo. Shame we were just getting started! But hey I get it.” Clint fake pouts as he claps a hand over Bruce’s shoulder. “Some guys just can’t go all night.”

Bruce grits his jaw, but otherwise says nothing as he sets his drink aside and leaves without a backwards glance. Mission accomplished. Natasha, however, is seething.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Clint. We were just talking!” Natasha hisses. The grip on her drink tightens and for a brief wonderful second Clint thinks she might throw it into his face. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Clint whips around to face her, as he was admiring the defeated slump of Bruce’s shoulders as he ran away. “Yeah? Just talking? You know he was staring at your tits, right?”

Natasha rolls her eyes and angrily crosses her arms which only seems to accentuate her supple bosom much to Clint’s extreme satisfaction. When was the last time he had his face in those? Two weeks? Three? Since their spectacularly public breakup, time had moved on sluggishly and blurred together in a long stream of achingly lonely days. If anyone had asked him what day of the week it was, Clint wouldn’t know.

Natasha shoots him a glare and says with an air of extreme haughtiness, “Maybe I wanted him to stare at my tits, Clint. Did you ever think of that, hm?”

If she means to goad him, it works, but two can play at that game and they’ve played this dance before. Clint knows the steps well. He leans back, and puts on a show of leering at her. His blue eyes drag lazily from the bright hard set of her eyes to her sumptuous pouty lips, down the line of her pale throat that he’s very fond of marking with his mouth and finally land comfortably on her breasts. His mouth waters furiously while his dick stirs to attention. Was it really only three weeks ago that he was able to bring her to panting desperation with just his mouth? With that memory it seems to him the cause of their breakup was really pathetic in hindsight. Who gives a fuck about living together when the prospect of fucking in two beds is right there. Afterall, two is better than one. It’s basic arithmetic.

“Is that what you want, Nat? You want a beast drooling over you? Cuz I can work with that.” Clint says, his voice low and brimming with dark promise as he leans forward to whisper into her ear. “All you had to do was ask, Princess.”

His hand lands on her knee. Natasha shivers. He can hear her breathing heavily against his ear as his fingers glide up her thigh beneath the silk of her dress. Clint pulls back his shot as his fingers grace the crease between her hip and thigh and then releases it with a nip to her ear. “No sense in flirting with Banner when I’m right here, baby.”

He knows he hits his mark when she gasps as her nails dig into his forearm.

(Thank you for prompting me! I hope you enjoy it! Poor Bruce 😂)

#ask me #prompt me #clint barton #hawkeye #clintasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #fandom #marvel #bruce banner #jealous clint

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star-xxx1 · 9 months

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Money is the anthem of success pt. 2

Mob!Natasha x fem! reader

Wanda x reader (only for a bit)

Warnings: Dark! Natahsa, talks of killing, Masterbation, drugging, angst and fluff, kinda dark reader, comfort.

Part 1 Here.

A/n: kinda love this...<3

Natasha sat in front of her large, oak desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and documents that needed her attention. However, her attention was focused on two things you and the grand alliance. The desk was a symbol of her success, made of rich, dark wood, and adorned with beautiful inlays. Light reflected off of the polished surface, casting a warm glow throughout the room. Despite the luxurious surroundings, Natasha felt a sense of unease. A strange feeling loomed over her, constantly teasing the redhead. The confusing feeling had been growing stronger and stronger in Natasha's chest, like a storm brewing inside her. She tried to push it aside, to ignore it, but it refused to be tamed. It was as if some invisible force was pulling her in two directions at once, and she didn't know which path to take. She wanted to believe that she was just being silly, that there was nothing to this sudden rush of emotions. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more, something deeper and more profound at play. And so, she was left to suffer in silence, torn apart by her own feelings, unable to make sense of the chaos within her.

She glanced at the clock on the wall, knowing that it was slowly ticking away at her dull life, life without you. Staring into the distance of the large empty room, she felt the feeling settling into her chest her emotions were a mess. Her current relationship seemed to have died long ago, her being the muder, slashing the short-term fling into shambles. But she didn't break it off, still holding on to it for reasons she couldn't quite understand. They were now strangers sharing a bed. There was her ex, you, plaguing her mind like a broken record unwillingly on repeat. You were all she could think about, an obsession. You being that one person who had managed to break down all of her walls and make me feel alive in a way that she hadn't felt in years.

Now, the second stressful thought, the grand alliance, an event where many maifia organisations could make alliances, it helps you get around in world of crime. Natasha became consumed with making sure it was decorated to her exact standards, spending every minute of every day on the tedious project. Along with decor, she had to go through catering, entertainment, transportation, safety, logistics, security, marketing, and technology. It took weeks to set everything up. Clicking the send button one last time, everything was scheduled and in place. Pushing her back into the chair, she interlocked her hands behind her head and lifted her muscular legs onto her desk. She let her thoughts engulf her. What was she going to say to you when she saw you next? Well, that's if she did?

She let her mind run away and In to a a field of pure bliss, memories of you, all sort rushing back to her, sad, happy ,romantic, funny, dirty...

Oh, she loves you so much, she needs you, she needs you to hug her and tell her that everything is all alright, that she hasn't lost you, that you still love her. She wished she hadn't slapped you that she would have been more leanint, maybe her fathers ways weren't the best, she sighed. 'I should have been nicer, listened to her,' she thought, beating herself up. She remembers your touch as if you are there loving her. Her skin burning in a pleasant way, goosebumps rising. Your moans, pants, whimpers, filled her mind, along with the picture of your shaking body underneath her flushed form, succumbing to the pleasure that she so sweetly Inflicted.

You put her under a love sick spell that so truly could not escape. She couldn't help but slip her hand down into her lace panties, parting her folds by running a singular digit through her aching core, collecting her arousal, heat dripping every. She rubbed her pink, sensitive bud, toying, and pinching it. Closing her eyes, she let her mind run wild with the thought of you. Certain scenarios and flashbacks play in her mind, all while Natasha moaned your name out loud. She wanted more. Slipping a finger into her greedy cunt, she started a steady pace. Muscles tensing, hips bucking up trying to chase after the pleasureable sensation, all she could think about was you. Adding another finger a whorish moan escaped past the lips of the dangerous women. Her cunt was dragging her in, sponey walls clenching and stretching around her fingers. She chanted your name like it was payer while picking up the pace, her free hand clawing at her clothed tits, her hardened nipple rubbing against her palm, making them even more erect. A tight coil formed in the depths stomach, longing to be released. Her body twitched as if electricity ran through her veins, caught up in the pure pleasure. That overwhelming coil finally snapped, screaming your name. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, body trembling, as her sweet juices gushed onto her fingers. Bitting her lip to suppress more moans as she slowly pulled out digits, dragging her finger against her fluttering walls.

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"Y/n, my love!" Wanda screamed at the top of her lungs from your bedroom. Cutting up the last apple and throwing it into the bowl of delicious fruit, you screamed back.

"One second hunny, I'll be there!"

Grabbing the blow and making your way to the bedroom, you open the door to reveal a very domestic looking Wanda who was smiling up to you. Your heart burst at the site. She was adorable. Her hair in a messy bun, settled into bed, sitting up straight with her back against the lagre, lush head borad. Fluffy Covers on her lap and computer on top. Smiling back, you made your way around the bed and into your side, passing her the fuirt.

"Here you go, wands. I thought you might want a snack," you said while resting your head on her shoulder.

"Thank you," she smiled while kissing your forehead.

"What did you want me here for?" You asked, grabbing the cloud like duvet and throwing it over yourself.

"The grand alliance is on Tuesday. Um, how do you feel about that?" she said, puffing up her cheeks and looking at you with nervous eyes. "It's important," she added. You gave her a knowing glare.

"Erh, well, I know it's very important to you -" you started.

"I can go by myself!" She chimed in.

"No, it's okay, I want to be there with you. I want to be by your side and support, I want to watch it organisation grow... and Natasha," you struggled to get her name out "I don't think she will care, I mean she has her whore she'll be to focused on her" you expressed. Wanda smiled and kissed your lips.

"Thank you, hunny."

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Dressed to the nines, Wanda exudes confidence and elegance. Her fiery red hair cascades in soft curls, framing her face with a seductive allure. Her slender figure is adorned with a stunning black dress, hugging her curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmers under the lights, reflecting the stars that dance in her vibrant green eyes. As for you, you radiate beauty and grace, captivating those around you with your stunning presence. Your attire is a testament to your allure, the fabric enveloping your body in a silky embrace. Every move you make commands attention, drawing gazes from all directions.

As you step into the grand hall of the event, all eyes turn towards you and Wanda. The enchanting music fills the grand hall, reverberating through the space and setting the stage for an evening of sophisticated enchantment. The atmosphere is filled with an aura of anticipation and excitement. With laughter, animated conversations, and the clinking of glasses, as joy overtakes the lingering bitterness of your recent worries. With Wanda by your side, the night takes on a new vibrance. Her playful banter and coy smile reassure you.

As you navigate the vast sea of attendees, the palpable chemistry between you and Wanda draws the attention of onlookers. Whispers of awe ripple through the crowd, but it is your unwavering connection that stands out the most. Wanda's hand tightens around yours, her eyes locked with yours in a silent affirmation. In this glamorous setting, you slowly find yourselves in the centre of attention, surrounded by powerful figures and influential individuals. Around an hour went by, chatting to those around you, until a hush fell over the room, eyes shift towards the grand staircase.

Natasha was the definition of beauty and elegance. Her back straight, and her chin held high, her face stonic. She was dressed in an elegant suit, the lines of the fabric sweeping gracefully over her body. The jacket nipped in at the waist, and the skirt flowed out in a perfect line. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek bun, with a few strands left to frame her face. Her makeup was flawless, with a neutral palette that complemented the rich brown of her suit. The colours of her outfit were echoed in her accessories, from the subtle sparkle of her earrings to the glossy shine of her heeled boots. As she descended the staircase, the guests looked on in admiration. The way she moved was graceful and confident, and she seemed to glide across the room rather than walk. The cut of her outfit was flattering, its lines elongating her form and drawing the eye to the classic beauty of her features. Natasha was the epitome of elegance and style, and the guests couldn't help but stare as she made her way towards her destination. Her presence in the room cast a spell of sophistication and charm, and for a moment, it seemed as if the world had stopped turning for her. In that moment, she was the star of the show, and it was clear that she had earned that title. And yet, as beautiful as she was on the outside, there was something deeper about her that was even more dark. The room burst into applause as Natasha took her seat, her grand entrance a resounding success. As the evening went on, her hard work and diligence were rewarded as the guests hailed her as a master organizer, a woman who had brought together a beautiful and unforgettable event.

And unforgettable is what it will be.

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It was hard was hard for Natasha to see you with another woman, gracefully moving throughout the hall. She couldn't take it any longer. She didn't expect you to see you here, especially with Wanda. She faintly knew off the redhead from conversations with you. Tonight was the night that she got you back. She knew she wouldn't have a chance like this again. Pulling out her phone, she hastily texted Clint and Steve.

The crowds attention was pulled onto Clint as he jumped onto the stage, starting up the auction. You sat next to Wanda chatting about the valuables up on stage. Carol, one of Natasha's employees, slipped past and dropped a dissolvable tablet into your fruity drink. Natasha watched with an amused face as she watched the pink drink bubble and fizzy as the tiny, white table disintegrated. You were so clueless, so adorable, as you swigged the drink down.

After a while, you felt a sudden aruge to use the restroom. You quickly excused yourself and wondered to in the back halls. Natasha unpatiently waited a bit. Finally, Steve dropping off a cloth covered in chorlfom before she sneaked off to the restrooms.

Humming a tune contently to yourself, you let the lukewarm warm water devolp your hands, the smell of hygienic, antibacterial soap filling your nostrils. Looking up pure terror filled your body, Natasha was there. For a moment, time seemed to come to a standstill. Your heart raced as you looked into her familiar eyes, remembering all of the happy times you had shared together. The colour of your face drained. But as you looked at her now, you realized that things were different. In her eyes swirled a raging sea of desire, want, need. Her face in a deranged expression, a wicked grin spreading onto her face. In that moment, you knew that you needed to run. With a heavy heart pounding on your ribcage like a jackhammer, you made a run for the exit.

Natasha grabbed you, holding a firm arm around your waist, pushing her body hard agains you back, longing to feel your touch again. Before you could scream, a white cloth was violentally shoved against your face. You struggled to keep your eyes open, as the fumes flooded your lungs, making you feel dizzy and disoriented as she whipsered sweet nothings into your ear. Stumbling, trying to get away from the Natasha, but your vision was blurred and limbs felt weak. Once your body completely went limp against Natasha, she scooped you up, leaving the event through a secret passage way. Clint was there waiting from the bosses arrival. That night, she drove off successful you back in her fatal but loving arms once again. She did think about her absence, but no one could question the black widow herself about her disappearance.

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When Wanda realised that you weren't back, she started getting worried. This was a huge event full of criminals. Anything could have happened to a pretty girl like you. She checked the restrooms, balconies, and the foyer. Everywhere. Seeing that Natasha was gone only increased her worries. She couldn't find you at all. Panicking, she informed her crewmates, who started a search for you.

Meanwhile, you were half home, well, your new home. The car sped down the dark roads, avoiding public areas, the tinted windows down just to a crack. The breeze blew through the open window as the driver drove through the pitch-black night. The only light in the sky was the endless sea of stars, twinkling like glitter thrown onto a black velvet fabric. The air-conditioning hummed softly in the background, soothing her tired body after a long day of work. In the darkness, she held your unconscious form. Listening to the steady hum of the tires on the road. The scenery outside began to fade, leaving nothing but a darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife. Soon, the only light came from the car's headlights, lighting up the road before you. The road stretched on forever, with no signs of life anywhere.

"My sweet girl," she whipsered, stoking your forehead. Her love lay beside her, peacefully asleep. As she gazed at you, Natasha revelled in your beauty. The soft curves of your body, the delicate lines of your face, the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. You were her world, her everything, and she couldn't imagine life without you again. That dreadful feeling in her chest faded. Natasha leaned in and kissed your cheek, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. Your skin was soft and smooth, and she couldn't resist running her fingers over their facial features, tracing the outline of your nose and chin. As she looked at you, she was reminded of all the reasons she loved you. You kindness, your compassion, your humour, and your unwavering devotion. You were her best friend, her partner in crime, and her soul mate, and she knew that she was the luckiest person in the world to have you.As you slept, Natasha leaned in and whispered all her love for you. Sbe knew that you couldn't hear her, but that didn't matter. The words were for her, a reminder of all that she was grateful for. And in that moment, she felt content, knowing that she had you back.

Natasha knew that you may need time to trust her again, but she was willing to go through all that. She wanted to treat you better, to show you her version of love, not her stupid father's.

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Waking up in an unfamiliar, dark room, you realized that wasn't your bed. You glanced around, trying to make sense of your new strange surroundings,and different clothes. Your heart began to race as you realized you had been kidnapped again. You sat up quickly, body trembling as you looked around the room, just making out dark furniture and shadows in the corner. Just then, you heard a shuffling sound. Your heart skipped a beat. You slowly turned to face the sound and saw Natasha sitting at her vanity.

"Hello, my love, long time no see, huh?" Natasha chuckled out, looking at you through the elegant mirror wearing a slik, black robe. Without hesitation, you jumped out of bed and bolted for the door, mind racing with thoughts of escape. Natahs watched you sighing, "stupid flight or fight," she muttered to herself.

You sprinted through the halls of the mansion, looking for an exit, but as you turned the corners, you realized that the halls were infinite. No matter how far you ran, there was no escape, Natasha slowly following her, her pace calm and steady. Sprinting through the maze-like mansion, trying to avoid Natasha and find a way out of the mansion.

"Y/n!" Natasha repeatedly shouted out your name.

Your heart hurt. Weaving through the labyrinth of halls and rooms, searching for an exit, but every door you tried is locked. Feeling a sense of panic and desperation, your heart was pounding in your chest. Your breath becomes shallow gasps, but you refuse to give up. You continued to run, trying to find a way out, praying that you would be able to escape from the harsh clutches of Natasha Romanoff.

Reaching a dead end, you pull on the door handle, hoping it would open you. You could hear her footsteps getting closer and closer, they taunted you. Every. Single. Step. Giving up, you slid down the door, crying hysterically. You brought your knees up to your chest, hiding your face.

"Ah! there you are," Natasha said, looking around the corner, taking in your crying form she rushed to your side. "My love, don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you," she said, sitting next to you.

"I want Wanda," you sobbed out.

"She gone, love." You looked up at her with teary eyes,"What do you mean she gone!" You said voice breaking, knowing natashas cruel ways. "Dead," she said in a sickly sweet tone, brain flicking back to sending out a team while you were asleep. You sobbed harded. "you bitch!"

"I know, my love, I missed you, I'm truly sorry for everything, Wanda, though not at all she was in the way," she cooed while pushing her body close to yours "why are you doing this? You've hurt me enough. You cheated on me!" Your voice was a mess. "And now Wanda!" Your voice raised.

"Why can't you leave me be?!"

"Y/n, I love you, I'm so sorry. It was all a mistake. I've been going crazy this past few months. Please y/n I need you!" Her voice was laced with desperation. You could tell she was truly sorry. Her words gave you some type of comfort. It felt like you weren't enough for her, but now it was like you were. It felt like a massive hole had been filled. Back then, you always craved Natasha's validation, receiving it felt amazing. She had done terrible things, but you just couldn't help to fall for her again. Despite the cruel killing she just ordered on your lover, you couldn't help but sightly lean on her. Looking back on it, it felt you used Wanda as a distraction. So blinded by hurt and anger.

"Please baby, I need you," Natasha whipsered out tears forimg. All you could manage was a little nod. "Is that a yes?"

"Yes," your voice was barely above a whipser. There was no point in fighting her. She was too powerful. Your body missed her embrace. Now, in her full presence, you realized how much you yearned for her.

"I'll better, I promise baby," she whipsered sincerely, supporting you while you cried out your heart. Leaving kisses all over your head. You glimpses at the vulnerability in her gaze, the walls she built again, crumbling down as she curls up beside you. Natasha wraps her arms around you, pulling you into a cocoon of warmth and safety. Her touch is tender, as if trying to convey all the love and reassurance she's capable of. She buries her face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in, finding solace in your presence. Soft whispers escape her lips, a chorus of apologies and promises. "I'm here for you, always. I'll do whatever it takes to heal your wound hearts." In this moment, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you as you seek solace within each other's embrace. Natasha's restless fingers glide along your arm, tracing invisible patterns as a silent testament to her devotion.

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Pt.3 is in the works I hope you enjoyed!

@alianovnasposts @badbitchrebequinha

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justanotherantihero-x · 7 months

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*NATASHA/FEM-READER/GN-READER IDEA*

Nat×reader / wandaxreader

Nat Endgame 100%

Based on "perfume" by Britney Spears

Angst and fluff (smut as well if you feel comfortable) but 1000000% Nat endgame.

Not wandanat. Just Nat Endgame

Just throwing it out there for any writers who are stuck or just interested in this idea.

Not my gif btw.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader jealous #natasha romanoff x y/n possessive #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader

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mytherapisttoldmenotto · 8 months

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Random imagine I thought of

a/n- so I wrote this super quickly and it’s super cringe

warnings-2 swear words, mention of sex, flirting, rejection, secret bf

story line-your a recruit for the avengers and steve hits on you

“hey what’s the wifi password” Y/n one of the the newest recruit asks

“oh yeah the username is ‘suckon’ no space lowercase ‘thisdick’” Steve says looking her up and down

“Ok thanks.” She says entering the password quickly

“What the fuck ste-“ Nat starts saying but gets interrupted

“Uhh it says password is too short” she says smirking

At that Bucky, your secret boyfriend, accidentally snorts his drink up his nose.

At the end of the class he sneakily walks up to you and gives you a hug.

“Soon, soon we can tell them”

#steve rogers #yn #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #badass reader #jealous Bucky #Bucky Barnes x secret gf #bucky x reader #secret gf #captain america #winter soldier #natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #the avengers #wifi connection #wifi 6e #wifipassword

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videovamptramp · 1 year

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the great war pt. 2

sorry this is a little late i was a bit busy these last few days

warnings: dealing with a breakup (happy ending), angst angst angst, but don’t worry it’s more like hurt/comfort

natasha doesn’t leave her apartment for a week after you break up with her. she calls you until your number stops ringing, and she realizes you either blocked her or turned your phone off. she really doesn’t know which one is worse. natasha doesn’t leave the couch all week unless it’s to pee or grab another bottle of whiskey. it isn’t until yelena shows up the next week, that the redhead is finally brought to terms with the fact that she really lost you.

“святой ебать (holy fuck) you look terrible.” the blonde says after walking in. natasha practically shoots up from the couch, nearly stumbling forward because of how drunk she is. natasha, who had foolishly thought you had returned, felt her heart fall back into the pit of her stomach. “what are you doing here?” natasha asks lowly, and yelena purses her lips. “i’m here because she asked me to check on you. she also wanted to make sure liho had her special food.” yelena admits, as she steps further into the two bedroom apartment. “it’s a mess in here. when was the last time you cleaned?” the younger woman scrunches her nose up in disgust. “or changed liho’s litter box?” she questions, as natasha plops down onto the couch, snatching the whiskey bottle off the coffee table.

“she left. she actually fucking left.” natasha mutters more to herself than to yelena. yelena stares at the older woman for a few minutes, but sighs as she walks over to her and sits down. “she asked me to give you back the key. said she was gonna bring it herself but she didn’t want to see maria hill here.” yelena grimaces, and natasha’s head turns to look at the blonde. she stares at the key, not daring to take it. she gave you a copy of that key months into the relationship; she knew you were the one for her right away. natasha had known from the moment she met you. she knew that she wanted to spend whatever of her life was left, with you. except, she’s never been too good at showing the people she loves how much they mean to her. yelena knows that especially.

“she really thinks i’d have hill here?” natasha questions, her voice straining a bit, and yelena shrugs. “guess so. i can’t blame her. ты идиот (you’re an idiot).” yelena blurts out, and natasha glares at her younger sister. “you don’t think i know that?!” she hisses in response, “you don’t think i’ve spent the last week realizing that over and over?! her pictures are everywhere! i can’t go into the bedroom without remembering what an idiot i am.” natasha snaps, and yelena scans her sisters face which is full of remorse, and what looks like faux anger that seems to be hiding pure pain. “i don’t understand you.” yelena admits as she stands up and begins to walk around the messy apartment. she starts cleaning up while slightly ranting, “you had genuine love… and you just had to act like a jerk? you had to cheat right in front of her?” yelena asks, ranting a bit.

natasha’s head snaps over in the blonde’s direction, “cheat?! i never cheated!” the redhead exclaims, making yelena roll her eyes. “flirting is cheating, dumb ass.” yelena retorts, and natasha frowns but stays silent. “she won’t answer any of my calls. i just want to talk to her.” she admits, and yelena purses her lips. “her phones been off. though she said she knows she’s gonna have to talk to you soon.” yelena confesses, and natasha groans. “did she say when??” she questions, and yelena shakes her head. “she’s barely doing much better than you, natasha. she’s hurt. give her time.” yelena states sternly, “or i’ll kick your ass myself.” she adds as she refills liho’s food bowl.

“also take a shower.” she adds, scrunching her nose up in disgust.

over the next few weeks yelena consistently gets natasha out of bed, and back to work. however, natasha doesn’t return to her smug self… in fact, she seems to feel as though she’s on autopilot at work. your on her mind all the time, and that picture of you she keeps in her wallet taunts her. she checks her phone every other hour just to see if you’ve called or texted, but you don’t. whenever she gets home, the house is empty except for liho, who is clearly still waiting for you to come back.

you on the other hand, have been going to work every day, and trying your hardest to not think about the beautiful redhead who clouds your thoughts daily. you spend your evenings with kate and yelena, sometimes you go to bars, or to fast food restaurants. you’ve also been trying to spend more time with your family, though your sisters know you miss natasha. they can see it on your face that something is wrong. you’ve kept your phone off for three weeks now, and you know natasha has probably been calling nonstop. even though you know she’s a literal superhero and can get your landline information, and brothers address (where your staying), she doesn’t. she respects your space and decision. you’re grateful for that.

sometimes you think she might not even be trying to call you at all. maybe she’s found someone else already. you wouldn’t be surprised. you don’t dare ask yelena if that’s the case. you don’t think your heart could handle the answer.

“well if it isn’t my favorite assistant.” tony says as he walks up to your desk, causing you to look up at him and snap out of your thoughts. “i’m your only assistant, mr. stark.” you retort and he chuckles, “that hasn’t quit.” he adds making you laugh a bit. “what do you need, mr. stark?” you ask curiously, “well, i know it isn’t in your job description that you have to attend any of my awesome parties, but… i’d really appreciate if you come— just to keep a little overall of my attendance. of course you can mingle and drink as much as you please!” he begins to ramble and you flash him a look. “a party? when?” you question a bit uncertainly. “tonight! don’t worry, it’s a simple party, really. at the shield compound. i’m sure natasha told you all about it.” he says dismissively and you tense up at the sound of her name.

“o-oh. nat and i broke up.” you confess, and his eyes widen. “what? when?? that little weasel hasn’t told me anything! some best friend she is.” he mutters, and you laugh sadly. “it just wasn’t working out. i don’t think we’re very compatible.” you don’t dare tell him about the real reason. all the flirting. how seeing her flirt with the woman she works with every day sent you over the edge. tony looks at you like you’ve gone crazy, “not compatible? you do realize natasha only ever smiled for show before she met you. i mean, i don’t know a lot about compatibility and whatnot, but i know what you two had was real love.” he blabbers on and you frown.

“sometimes love isn’t enough. especially when one person is giving and giving and giving, and the other isn’t. the other is too busy wasting her time on other girls to even notice.” you hiss and tony looks taken back for a minute. your cheeks turn bright red, and you flush with embarrassment, looking down at the keyboard. “sorry, mr. stark, i didn’t mean to badmouth your best friend.” you whisper and he laughs. “don’t stop on my account. if you really dumped natasha it explains why she barely came back to work a few weeks ago. i honestly just thought you forced her to take a vacation.” he explains and you frown. “she didn’t go to work? for how long?” you ask, knowing if your girlfriend was anything, it’s a workaholic. she never missed missions, not even when she was sick.

“two weeks almost. i really am sorry to hear about the breakup kid, i know how much you guys meant to each other.” he says sincerely, “if you can’t come tonight i understand.” he adds and you offer him a kind smile. “thank you, mr. stark, but i can do my job without letting my feelings get in the way. besides, i’m sure i won’t see much of natasha, even when we were dating she never stuck by my side for too long during those kind of things.” you answer, and he nods. “very well, if you’re sure. i’ll see you tonight. don’t worry about driving, i’ll send a car by your place to pick you up, just text me the address.” he instructs, and you only nod as he walks away.

you let out a quiet sigh; the truth is you’ve been worried about natasha. though there was a cruel voice in your head saying she doesn’t care, there was another reminding you of all the things you do for her. like cook, and clean, you even do her laundry. natasha doesn’t like anyone knowing she’s secretly a slob; she never really was taught the importance of cleaning or any domestic activities. if anyone knew the well put together woman was secretly a mess, she’d never deal. but you knew. you knew and you didn’t care at all; you just smiled and gladly did everything for her without her even asking.

natasha grimaces as she looks in the mirror. she put on makeup and a tight dress for this party, but she doesn’t feel like going. every time she leaves her apartment she can feel your absence beside her, as if something is missing and she just can’t shake it. it’s been a month and natasha still feels as empty as the night you left. she stopped trying to call you, and it’s been two weeks since yelena told her you’d talk to her eventually. she’s starting to wonder if her sister just lied in order to get her off the couch. the redhead glances at the picture of you she keeps on the bedroom nightstand beside her bed. she can’t seem to put it away, because she doesn’t want to go to sleep without you. at least this way a part of you is here.

“are you ready or what? we were supposed to be there an hour ago!” yelena yells from the living room, liho in her lap and a scowl on the assassins face. natasha wonders if yelena really would lie about you wanting to talk to her again. maybe she’s just been comforting you and saying all the right things to make you get over natasha. would her sister really do that to her? natasha knows she deserves it; she left yelena in the red room unknowingly and never went back for her, despite the gut feeling she had to do so. but they’re okay now— except natasha can’t stop replaying what yelena said that night.

“i think when you know someone loves you, you never think twice about them again.”

it’s replaying in her head like a broken record. she doesn’t deserve yelena’s loyalty, and she doesn’t deserve you. yet her heart is so empty without you; she can hardly eat, sleep, or drink anything. she hasn’t even been talking to her friends about this because she’s starting to realize you and yelena are the only people she’s ever been able to be completely open with. now she’s messed it up with both of you.

“hey, you’ve been looking at yourself in the mirror for twelve minutes. i told you we could stay home and watch stupid movie again.” she gestures towards that stupid rom com you left here that natasha can’t stop watching. she’s already made yelena watch it with her every day this week. “why are you trying so hard to get me to feel better? i’ve never even bothered trying to help you or know how you’re feeling.” natasha mutters, causing yelena’s face to go stoic. “because you are my сестра (sister). you are also superhero for world and for me. i’m trying to be good like you, and like y/n.” natasha doesn’t miss the way yelena’s cheeks tint the softest shade of red at the mention of your name.

natasha tries to ignore the ache in her throat. “you are good. way too good. i know how you feel about y/n—“ yelena cuts natasha off, “natasha. don’t.” she states coldly, her demeanor changing as she stands up straight and puts on her poker face. natasha sees herself in her younger sister. “no. i’m serious. i know how you feel about her and at first it pissed me off. now i know why, you’re a better person than me, yelena. you’re strong and kind, and you’re funny. god, you make her laugh so hard. i can’t do that. i don’t know how you’ve seen all the things i’ve seen, maybe more— and you still do that.” natasha rambles and yelena feels her hard facade crumbling. “she doesn’t want me. she wants you. you were here first, so i love her differently. the way she needs to be loved; from distance.” yelena explains simply, trying not to let the emotion in her voice show.

natasha purses her lips, in this moment she knows her sister didn’t lie to her. she knows yelena is too good of a person to lie about that. in this moment natasha can’t help but think yelena is the better person out of both of them. “let’s go, before the party ends and we’re stuck watching that dumb movie again.” yelena changes the subject swiftly before turning around and retreating back to the living room. natasha takes a deep breath, she’s going to be a better person from now on, with or without you. she has to be.

“y/n! you came!!” wanda squeals as she pulls you in for a tight hug; the music is loud and you lost track of attendance awhile ago. “yup! tony made me come for attendance, but in all honesty i forgot about it after my second drink.” you confess sheepishly and she laughs. “i’m so glad you’re here! come on, i have to introduce you to some of the new agents i’ve been making friends with!” she tells you excitedly and you nod eagerly as you allow her to drag you across the room. you haven’t seen natasha yet, and you think that’s a good thing. you’re not sure you’d be able to handle seeing her. especially if she was already with someone else.

you spend about an hour drinking and mingling with wanda’s new friends. they’re nice, but you can’t stop looking over your shoulder. worried natasha might walk in any minute. just as your laughing at something a guy named ricky said, you catch a glimpse of titan red hair out of the corner of your eye. you turn your head, and there she is; walking in next to yelena. she’s wearing a tight red dress, and a pair of stiletto heels. your heart nearly lurches in your chest when you see her. why is she so beautiful?

“you should go talk to her.” wanda snaps you out of your trance, causing you to jump a bit. “you shouldn’t read peoples minds without permission. it’s rude.” you scold and she laughs, “i don’t have to be a mind reader to know you miss her. though your thoughts are loud. you’ve been thinking about her all night.” wanda counterpoints, making you roll your eyes. “i give it twelve minutes before she’s talking to some other poor girl.” you murmur, looking down at your half empty drink. “i actually haven’t seen her at one of these things for awhile. not without you. maybe you should at least try talk to her?” wanda urges and you shake your head. “n-no. i can’t. i’m not ready yet.” you say, feeling as though you’re more trying to convince yourself than wanda.

you know why you’ve waited so long to talk to natasha. because you’re afraid. you’re scared she might be able to convince you with those beautiful emerald eyes that you’re so helplessly in love with. you’re scared you’ll go home with her as soon as she asks you to come back. you know you will, and you can’t handle things going back to the way they were before. you couldn’t take that anymore.

“hey y/n. beautiful dress.” yelena’s soothing voice causes you to turn around and see her. you smile, taking in how beautiful she looks. “hey lena.” you respond, “you look beautiful.” you say sweetly and she blushes. “thank you. as do you. did you save a dance for me?” she asks, and wanda raises a brow at you, but you ignore her questioning looks and nod. “always.” you say as she grabs your hand and leads you to the dance floor.

as if the universe wants you to dance with her, a slow song starts playing. natasha can’t help but bite the inside of her cheek as she watches her sister hold you close and dance with you. you’re so beautiful, and natasha can’t stand the thought of you being with someone who isn’t her. but she reminds herself of how hurt you looked that night; she’s hurt you time and time again. yelena is good, her brain keeps screaming, but i still love you, the other voice screams. she downs the whiskey in her glass, and ignores every person who tries to speak to her.

“she’s watching you know.” yelena whispers as you dance with her, following her lead. “she hasn’t stopped watching you all night.” she adds, and you can’t help but look over at natasha. your eyes lock with hers and you feel as thought you’re heartbeat gets lodged in your windpipe. “it’s okay to still love her. to still want to talk to her even after everything.” yelena proclaims, and you frown. “she hurt me.” you tell her, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes. she’s staring at you with a pair of kind eyes, “she hurt me too. but i forgave her, because she is natasha. she is good, even if she does things that are bad, she doesn’t mean to. she’s human, but she’s good person at heart. you know it as much as i do.” the blonde declares and her words cause you to look at natasha again who is now looking down at her empty glass.

“just go to her.” yelena urges, and you frown, “but our dance…” you trail off and she offers you a soft smile. “we’ll have another some other time.” she assures you, and you can only smile sadly at yelena before walking off in natasha’s direction. natasha sees you walking up to her and she stands up straighter, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. “hey nat.” you greet her, and she nearly feels her heart stop beating. “h-hey y/n. i haven’t heard from you in awhile…” she says, mentally facepalming herself for letting that be the first thing she said to you within the last month. “i know… i needed some time to think about things.” you confess as you look down at your shoes.

“i know… yelena told me you’d talk to me, but… i almost went crazy waiting. i’ve been a mess.” she admits, and you frown as you look at her. “you look like you’ve been okay though.” she mutters, and you raise your brows in slight disbelief. “i look like i’ve been okay? nat, i haven’t been okay without you at all… i know you care about me, but i just think maybe you aren’t ready for a serious relationship yet.” you tread carefully and you see her face turn to an angry expression in a split second. “who are you to decide that for me??” she asks, trying to keep her voice at bay. “the other part of the relationship! it affects me too, natasha!” you snap, and she looks shocked for a moment, before her face falls.

“i… i know.” she sighs in defeat, and you take her in for the first time all night. she looks exhausted, and thinner, as if she hasn’t been eating. “maybe we should go somewhere private to talk.” you say softly and she nods. you lead her away from the large sea of people, not caring that you’re here for work. tony will understand, if he’s not too hungover and actually shows up for work tomorrow. you and natasha end up in the compounds garden; it’s quiet but you can hear the honking horns and busy streets of new york buzzing in the distance. you go quiet, looking up at the sky, and natasha wishes she could read your mind. though, she isn’t sure she’d like what she’d read.

“i’m sorry i didn’t return any of your calls.” you blurt out and she looks down at her shoes. “i understand why. i know the way i’ve been treating you is unforgivable but… i’ve been a wreck without you голубь (dove). i can’t sleep or think about anything other than you. i know i never say it, but i love you. i’m in love with you, y/n.” you nearly melt at her sincere words, and you can see her eyes full of honesty; broken and evergreen. though, you know you can’t give in so easily. you have to remind yourself why you guys are in this position to keep yourself from slipping into her again. “then why? why did you hurt me all those times…? you made me feel really shitty, nat. i mean, do you know how many times people flirt with me?? how many times i’ve been faithful to you, because it’s not hard! it’s the bare minimum—“ you cut yourself off, pausing as you see her flinch as you raise your voice. you’ve never risen your voice at her because you know too well about her past.

you take a deep breath, “— your behavior and actions really hurt me, natasha. i don’t know if i can ever trust you again, or allow you to put me in a position like that again.” you admit, rubbing your elbow as you stare at her with that look of her hurt that makes her feel like the scum of the earth. you keep calling her natasha, and she hates it. she’s always been “nat” or “natty” to you. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry… please don’t hold back. you can yell and scream at me— call me every name in the book because i deserve it.” she says lowly, and your chest swells with hurt.

your quiet for a short while, and natasha braces herself for the cruel words she knows she’d be screaming your way if the roles were reversed. but standing in front of you is the woman you love, and all her walls are down for the first time. how could you be like everyone else and hurt her while she’s vulnerable? you’d never. “no. you don’t. you’re a wonderful person who makes mistakes like everyone else. nobody taught you how to love and every time you tried they either left you or hurt you.” she can’t even look at you, her bottom lip is trembling and her vision is blurring with tears. the sight breaks your heart. “you said you were sorry?” you ask carefully and she nods vigorously, looking at you and showing you her face.

the tears falling out of those beautiful eyes; streaming down her cheeks and falling off her jaw. they just keep multiplying. “i believe you. i forgive you. but it’s gonna take a long fucking time for me to ever be able to trust you…” you trail off, and all she can do is nod as the words process in her brain. “y-yes— i’ll never try to hurt you again. i promise i’ll be good to you— i’ll treat you like you should be treated. i’ll learn to love you properly.” she proclaims, her voice cracking as she swallows past the lump in her throat. your face softens, and you can’t help but let your heart speed up at her words. “you promise?” you ask cautiously, and she nods, reaching for both of your hands. “on my life and everything i believe in.” she confirms, and you blink a few times, your eyes welling up with tears. now you were both crying like dramatic idiots in love.

“oh nat…” you trail off, unable to finish your sentence or train of thought due to the way she leans in, and steals a kiss. you eagerly kiss her back, her hands letting go of yours, and landing on your waist. she pulls you in close, and deepens the kiss. god, you missed her kisses. you practically melt into her, unable to focus on anything but her. natasha feels like her heart is finally back in her chest, and she can breathe again. kissing you always reminds her how real this is; how lucky she is to actually have you and your love. natasha knows now that she can’t take love for granted, not yours or even yelena’s. because she got lucky somehow.

you pull away, flashing her those big doe eyes she’s so madly in love with. “take me home, nat.” you insist, and she smiles widely; seeing that smile always makes you feel so happy. “anything you want, малыш (baby).” she says, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss before letting you go. you make a mental reminder to thank tony for asking you to come tonight, before grabbing her hand and allowing her to lead you to her car.

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