#jimmy x darcy

[roselandsrl]

#lgbtq #romance #heartstopper #alice oseman #nick and charlie #charlie and nick #lovers #charlie spring #charlie x nick #nick x charlie #tara x darcy #tara and darcy #tori spring #tori and michael #jimmy and lister

[willisnotmental]

A midnight surprise//NSFW

Authors note: okay so this is my first EVER thing i've actually written and went through with, tell me if you want a part to or some shit, i did not proofread so like yeah be prepared, also i wrote this at 2am instead of sleeping it is now 3am, so god help me

(OKAY so this is the writer at a reasonable time, I wrote this 2-3am, so if it makes no sense, sorry, I was on an adrenaline rush [Also, I was just rereading this, and I think I completely changed the plot halfway through, still kind of makes sense.])

warnings: smut minors dni, possessive!wanda, mentions of drinking, toxic relationship, rough sex, semi-public sex, fingering, oral sex, knife play, mentions of drinking, strap-on sex, lesbian sex (obviously), manipulation if you squint

relationships: possessive!wanda maximoff x fem!y/n, natasha romanoff x darcy lewis x carol danvers x fem!y/n (platonic), jimmy woo x fem!y/n (platonic), darcy lewis x monica rambeau (mentioned), natasha romanoff x maria hill (mentioned), obsessive!exgf!agatha harkness x fem!y/n

summary: wanda is in love with y/n, like madly in love with her, they're practically already dating, just that, y/n doesn't know it yet! so when wanda sees your ex, agatha harkness, kissing you at a bar, her anger is immeasurable, so at midnight after the incident, she decides to pay you a visit. (btw they both work for s.h.i.e.l.d)

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Wanda cornered you in the bathroom, "You're mine," she said, jealousy as clear as daylight in her eyes as she held the dagger to your throat, "I don't want to see you around that whore again." She pressed the dagger to your cheek, letting the the smallest bit of blood drop onto her dagger before licking it off. "W-Wanda, we broke up months ago, I'm not into her!"

It was hard to argue back when Wanda's hand was pressed hard against your throat, your words slipping off your lips. Wanda's eyes narrowed in anger as she leaned in closer, the dagger coming dangerously close to cutting through your throat. "Did you forget already that I can do that?" Wanda pushed down harder on the dagger, her expression slowly turning into one of worry, "You won't be forgetting about this anytime soon. You're mine."

She dragged you into your apartments bedroom and practically threw you to the mattress. A couple hours ago you were just relaxing at the bar with your friends, why'd Agatha have to be there, you broke up 10 months ago, and yet when she noticed you she immediately started flirting with you. Wanda jumped on top of you and pinned you to the bed with her arms, she started kissing you neck with anger and lust, "You're mine." She repeated, "Not Agatha's, not Nat's, not anyone else." Wanda's lips went further down to your neck. She placed kisses onto your collarbone before getting to your belt buckle and unclasping it, dragging it down along with your panties. She had already ripped your shirt off so she continued to unbuckle your bra, struggling as she had you pressed under her on the bed.

You tried to flip around so you wouldn't be naked, but Wanda just pushed up her body to the side, pressing her breasts firmly on your back while sticking her dagger in your back, making you whimper. You gasped as her hand covered your mouth, "Sorry," she whispered before planting a kiss on your neck, "But I just can't let Agatha touch you. She's not going to get away with this, if I have to kill someone, it'll be Agatha" She then went to take off her pants, only to reveal the surprisingly large strap she had hidden under them.

Your mouth dropped at the sight of it, so she took the chance to thrust it into your pussy, making you moan at the haste of it all, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain. She put her mouth to yours and pushed her tongue inside to swallow all the noises you were making as she slowly started to thrust into you. Slowly soon turned into her bottoming you out as she thrusted deeper than you thought was possible. Her thrust were harder and faster than you've every experienced, and you were approaching the edge quickly. "You're mine Y/N!" Wanda hissed in your ear, her fingers digging into the flesh of your back before giving you one final thrust, sending you off the edge. The orgasm was so much that you passed out.

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You wake up the next morning to find you're still in the same position you were in the previous day, but now Wanda is gone. You're feeling slightly refreshed after sleeping in, but your back was really sore, and you don't feel the sheets that were covering your body. Your legs hurt from laying in the same position for so long, and your mind was more sore than your body was. You decide to get up and take a shower, still covered in sweat and smelling of sex.

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As the exit the bathroom, you think back to the night before, and your eyes darted to your bed. The sheets and bedspread were all folded neatly, but all the notes Agatha had been sending over the last few months were gone from your vanity, Wanda must have taken them. You were still unsure as to what Wanda was really up to, but you couldn't find the words to come to terms with her mind games, her manipulative actions. She practically broke into your apartment at midnight with her dagger, green jealousy radiating off her. You opened the door to see who was there and she just barged in and started walking you backwards, shutting the door with her foot, into the bathroom. It took you a while until you realized she was jealous over the fact Agatha was at the same bar as you last night and was flirting with you. How'd Wanda even find out, and more importantly, she liked you? You thought back to what happened at the bar.

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Natasha and Darcy were talking about their crushes, Maria and Monica, while Carol was observing, she noticed Agatha from across the bar and tapped your shoulder, recognizing your obsessive ex-girlfriend, you two were dating for 4 years, you had wanted to leave several times, but she always convinced you to say, eventually you had enough of her bullshit and left at night without another word. when she figured this out she was texting you for days before you blocked her. It had been 9 months since then and here she was, practically running towards you.

"Heyyyyyyy Y/N!! Howww have yoou b-eeeen!?" She was clearly way too drunk, as her words struggled to come out in coherent sentences and slurred around. "Uhm-" you tried to say, but Agatha interrupted you, "Y'knoowww, I'm reeeally sorrrrry aboout what happppednedd, I n-evvveerrr meannt tooo pusshh yoou a-awwayy!" Carol watched in silence as Nat and Darcy were trying to keep themselves from bursting out laughing, but they stopped when drunk Agatha gripped you by your suit's collar and pulled you in for a kiss.

It took you a couple of seconds to process what was happening while her lips were on yours, but when you did you pushed her away as fast as you could, "Agatha, I'm not into you, how many times must I tell you this, stop sending me your fucking letters, we broke up 10 months ago, go get laid by someone else!" You snapped, and the people around you were shocked, Agatha looked about on the verge of tears, she turned around and sped away. You immediately felt guilt rise up, but you pushed it away, Agatha should've known better. Little did you know, your other secret admirer, Wanda, was too in that bar, watching the scene unfold.

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After eating breakfast and getting ready, you headed downstairs to your car so you could head to S.H.E.I.L.D. headquarters. That is wear Jimmy stopped you, "Darcy told me all about what went down last night, what a coincidence!" He laughed and so did you, "Yeah but I didn't mean to make her cry, but I just snapped, I forgot how difficult she is to handle.." "Well, more reasons as to why not to get back together!" he responded, putting a smile on your face, he always manages to do so. "Well I'll see you later, I'm heading to work." "Later!!" You heard him yell back as you walked away.

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When you arrived at the headquarters, you immediately went to your private study, not wanting to talk to anyone else of the incident. When you walked in you locked the door, but when you went to turn on the lamp in the dark room you were pinned against the door with speed "W-hat!?" "Shh hon.." when your eyes adjusted to the darkness you saw Wanda. "Wands?" Wanda laughed a bit at your nervousness, "Yes love."

"Uhm, why are you here, what is happening, what happened last night, do you like m-" before you could fins rambling, Wanda shut you up with a passionate kiss, when she finished she responded "Well, I never got to finish what I started last night, since you passed out, never even got a chance to taste you!" Now that your eyes were just about fully adjusted to the darkness, you could tell Wanda's eyes were blown and darkened with lust.

She rose her knee to be firmly placed against your already soaked pussy, she grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door with her body, and began to grind you into her thigh, making you moan and whimper, you bucked your knees and began going faster, already close to the edge. Her grip on your hips tightened and she started grinding you harder and faster against her thigh, and when you were about to fall of the edge, she pulled away.

"Hey what the h-" before you could protest she grabbed your neck and started kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth as she rotated the both of you and dropped you in an arm chair, she then quickly tore your shirt off and starting palming at the back of your bra. When she got it off, she put her mouth around your nipple while taking off your pants and underwear. She started kissing your neck leaving marks as she teased you. Her hands groped your tits and clit at the same time, but she also grabbed your nipples and pinched. The pain was soon replaced by pleasure as her soft touches sent waves of pleasure through your entire body.

She moaned as you started grinding into her hand, feeling your orgasm start to rise. You moaned "Ahhhhh!" loudly and leaned into her touch, and suddenly your wall dropped and your climax hit. She decided this was the right time to stick three fingers into your pussy and started thrusting them hard and deep, through your orgasm. "Wands, sensitive, please" you mumbled, struggling to turn incoherent thoughts into coherent words. You could already feel the next orgasm coming quickly, she could tell from the way your pussy was clenching her fingers like she was their life line, "I saw what happened at the bar," she said as she was still thrusting into you, you moaning wildly, " I don't want you kissing anyone but me." and with one particularly hard thrust you fell of the edge screaming her name.

She wasn't done yet, she took out her fingers and put one to her mouth, tasting it, "Mmm, so sweet" she moaned, she put the other two fingers up to your mouth as she worked to sit between your legs, but you couldn't care less. "Try it" You opened you mouth and sucked on her fingers, groaning at the taste. "Yeah good I know right, can't wait for more" "Wait what do yo- OHHHhhHH" before you could finish, Wanda started devouring you, which you were not prepared for, Wanda was sitting between your legs and was sucking on your clit like a hungry infant, not only was her tongue going wild on you, her fingers she had just put in your pussy were slamming in and out and she took one and sucked on it. You tried to scream, but before you could Wanda took your clit between her teeth and bit down, feeling her teeth against your sensitive spot sent you to your climax, the only problem was you had no idea how.

You just fell in her arms, completely spent. Wanda crawled up and kissed you, leaning back against the wall with a smug look on her face. "Did you hear me, no more Agatha or anyone for that matter." "Yeah yeah, of course.." you mumbled as you lay comfortably in her arms. As you fell asleep, Wanda whispered in you ear,

"You're mine now detka."

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #scarlet witch #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #dark wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #natasha romanoff #darcy x monica #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff x maria hill #jimmy woo #carol danvers #captain marvel #agatha harkness #first fic #possessive behavior

[neuroprincess]

Simili - Agatha Harkness/Female Reader

Summary: A series of murders start to scare the small town of Westview when young university students turn up dead on campus, soon Y/N seems to be connected to the victims somehow. Determined to find the author of these atrocities, she can trust no one, not her family, friends, and even less the local police, except the only person really willing to help her, the professor Agatha.

(slasher; psychological thriller)

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter 2: The Executioner

#agatha harkness x reader #female reader #wandavision #wanda maximoff #darcy lewis #jimmy woo #monica rambeau #agatha harkness #fanfiction #simili

[marylenjackson]

Happy New Year! Wish you the best in new year, many happy moments and all what you want 🎄🎉🎁

#heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #alice oseman #nick x charlie #osemanverse #nick & charlie #tara jones #darcy olsson #tao xu #elle argent #tao x elle #aled last #daniel jun #aled and daniel #tori spring #michael holden #i was born for this #lister bird #jimmy kaga ricci

[palettesofrenaissance]

Some fic ideas I have been turning in my head for the Epic series. These may be subject to change and I welcome comments and suggestions:

1. Moon Knight and Kamala Khan briefly met in their first lives.

Then, Kamala was a young queen who longed for adventure and to leave the palace life. She would do this as any means necessary.

Moon Knight's first persona was more like Marc Spector. In the end, he stabbed Kamala in the back literally and is how she died.

In the present, although she's a happy teen, when present Kamala meets Steven/Marc in the present she suddenly has a mysterious and overwhelming feeling of repulsion and anger towards

2. I want to write a piece that takes place before and/or during The Marvels between Monica, Nick Fury, and Kamala.

In it, because Nick Fury was Monica's father in their first lives, they inevitably find this out and try to navigate this pseudo father-daughter relationship they unconsciously form in the present

Also, Monica and Kamala bond over both being literal queens in their first lives. (Them, Shuri, and Ramonda are the only ones who were in their first lives.)

3. Also, I want to expand even more on the Victorian 1880s AU with Carol and Maria, but also into their second lives in the 1920s.

There in the 20s would also be Monica and Jimmy Woo on their second lives, and Yelena and Kate Bishop and Darcy Lewis on their first. I'm thinking maybe having guns, theft, spying of some sort, adventure, and maybe mobs

I want to do these but have no prompts. I'm stuck in that frustrating rut where I want to write, but I need a boost or a kick in the boot to do so 😔

#the marvels #monica rambeau #carolmaria #kamala khan #moon knight #marc spector #jimmy woo #kate x yelena #darcy lewis #reincarnation au

[carolxdanvers-blog]

i rewatched wandavision last week and i’ve these headcanons from the first time i watched and added some and decided to share them. :)

it’s just darcy, jimmy, and monica lol. i love them together. just them being goofs or what not.

-Darcy is constantly telling people that she took Thor out with a taser. she is very proud of it.

- Darcy and Jimmy being complete idiots and Monica having many “those are my idiots” moments.

- ^ She can’t take them anywhere because they will run off and get into shit.

- Darcy has ADHD.

- Jimmy is oblivious 9/10 times

- Darcy stole a hat from him once and wears it in front of him regularly and Jimmy hasn’t noticed that it is his. “Nice hat. I have one just like it” “Oh, I know”

- Monica let Jimmy water a fake plant for almost a year. He loved it so much that she didn’t have the guts to tell him it wasn’t real.

-^ Darcy ended up breaking the news because Monica felt so bad. Like it was hilarious, but he was so pissed.

- Jimmy is always concerned about the amount of coffee that Darcy consumes but yet is the person who will always buy her a coffee.

- Darcy and Jimmy watch reality tv together.

#darcy lewis #jimmy woo #monica rambeau #wandavision #marvel #the marvels #mcu #monica x darcy #monica rambeau x darcy lewis #this is headcanons

[aimmyarrowshigh]

Darcy/Monica/Jimmy beat Troy/Annie/Abed in Round 1 of the ULTIMATE OTP MARCH MADNESS... can they beat Obi-Wan/Padmé/Anakin?

Read on AO3 - archiveofourown.org/works/45679159

Vote Here!

#march madness 2023 #march madness #marvel #wandavision #the hex trio #darcy x monica x jimmy #darcyland #darcy lewis #monica rambeau #jimmy woo

[serenitysvision]

My favorite Degrassi: The Next Generation couples (Seasons l-6)

Sean Cameron and Emma Nelson

Christine 'Spike' Nelson and Archie 'Snake' Simpson

Paige Mchalchuk and Gavin 'Spinner' Mason

Liberty Van Zandt and James Tiberius 'J.T.' Yorke

Ashley Kerwin and Jimmy Brooks

Season 6, specifically.

Marco Del Rossi and Ellie Nash

I know Marco's gay but I still ship them, leave me alone!

Marco Del Rossi and Dylan Michalchuk

Peter Stone and Darcy Edwards

Honorable Mentions:

Jimmy Brooks and Hazel Aden

Ellie Nash and Jesse Stefanovic

Paige Michalchuk and Alex Nunez

J.T. Yorke and Mia Jones

Spinner Mason and Darcy Edwards

Joey Jeremiah and Caitlin Ryan

#degrassi #degrassi: the next generation #degrassi the next generation #sean cameron #emma and sean #emma nelson #spinner #spinnermason #paige michaelchuk #spaige #darcy edwards #peter stone #jimmy and ashley #marco del rossi #marco x ellie #dylan michalchuk #jt yorke #liberty van zandt #liberty #semma #jiberty #mellie

[yespumpkindoodlesthings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers Characters: Darcy Lewis, Jimmy Woo, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: just a teensy bit of fluff, I want Darcy and Jimmy to investigate things, including whether or not Cap flirts Summary:

Working alongside Jimmy Woo, Darcy doesn't expect Captain America to visit their site. Or flirt with her. If that's what he's doing. She's not sure. It's the brain fog.

#darcy x steve #shieldshock #darcy and jimmy investigate #the likelihood of cap flirting with darcy #just a dose of fluff

[loverofgingersblog]

Isaac Henderson

Can't wait to see AroAce content!

#alice oseman #heartstopper #aled last #radio silence #loveless alice oseman #charlie spring #aroace #jason farley shaw #darcy x tara #osemanverse #jimmy kaga ricci #sunil jha #paris #isaac henderson #aromantic #asexual #lesbian pride #lgbtqplus #lgbt art #lgbtq community

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Pregnancy by accident

Fandom: MCU ( more of WandaVision, but no spoilers)

Pairing: Jimmy Woo x gen!Reader

Requested: No

Summary: Reader has been throwing up for days now. This can't be normal, right? Darcy has three theories, one involves a plus one in Reader's life with Jimmy.

Please be aware that the Reader may have a gender neutral Pronoun, but they have female Sex organs, because this is a pregnancy story. I know that not only female people are able to get pregnant, but if this makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it, for your own health!!

Word Count: 2592

Warnings: Does Pregnancy count as Warning?

A/N: I feel like half of this is platonic! Darcy/Reader but whatever. I wanted to write it, so I did

Gif belongs to creator

A ringing brought them out of their daydream world. Not like there was any art to it. For whatever reason, Jimmy had decided to choose the most annoying and longest ringtone there was for them. He claimed it was so they would actually hear the ring, but Y/N rather thought he either wanted to annoy them or had actually taken a liking to the hideous tune. With difficulty, they got up from the sofa, on which they had just been watching some stupid American reality show, and went over to the flat door. No sooner had they opened it than a familiar figure darted in without greeting them with a word. Sighing, they closed the door. "It's good to see you too, Darcy." The brunette just shook herself and took off her glasses, which were fogged up by the warm air. "It's a bitch of a weather outside, you wouldn't believe. You'd think the world was coming to an end." With an effort she stripped off her coat, scarf and cap and hung them on the coat rack. But before she could enter the flat, Y/N stopped her. "Could you take your shoes off yet? Jimmy hates it when you enter the flat in the shoes you walked the dirty streets in." Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Your hubby isn't here. He's still hanging out somewhere in Utah." Despite that, she brushed off her with boots that had the dirty snowslush of the street clinging to them. "Not for long anymore," was their response as they moved the hallway down to the living room. "He called me this morning to say that he was almost done. He'll probably be back next week." "Oh really?" Darcy sat down on the couch. "Well then I'm gonna make sure to leave you two lovebirds alone. Don't need to be trapped between you two." They laughed. "Coffee?" They didn't turn around as they walked to the kitchen to answer that question. From the living room came only a sigh of relief. "You don't have to ask about that. I love you." Y/N chuckled softly as they tipped the coffee powder into the filter and poured hot water on everything. "Don't say that too loud or Jimmy will hear you." Darcy snorted. "From New Jersey all the way to Utah?" "You'd be amazed how acute his hearing can be."

Two minutes later they were sitting on the sofa, each with a hot cup of coffee in their hands and a plate of Christmas biscuits left over from a fortnight ago. Darcy lifted the cup to her lips and sipped the liquid carefully so as not to burn her tongue before sighing with pleasure. "Your coffee is still the best in the world. The only reason I'm even here." "And I thought you were here for a further education." "Nah," Darcy waved it off. "Just for your coffee." Y/N laughed, but as they put their cup to their lips and the usually comforting smell of coffee rose to their nostrils, they felt a pang of nausea hit them. And it was not the kind of nausea that could be suppressed. Hastily, they put the cup down and rushed into the adjoining bathroom with a "I think I'm going to puke". Concerned, Darcy in turn also put down her cup and followed her friend's gagging sounds. She stopped outside the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Hey, can I come in or are you crouching on the floor causing me to slam the door in your face?" The flush of the toilet sounded, followed by a soft "Come in." Instantly Darcy pushed open the door only to see Y/N standing in front of the mirror leaning on the sink, eyes exhausted and face sunken. "You alright?" They just waved it off and quickly rinsing their mouth. "It's not the first time. It's been going on for days now. I think I've got indigestion." Darcy rubbed their shoulders. "You must have eaten some really crap to make it this bad. I would have said you were getting your period, but I don't think it's usually this severe."

Y/N froze. They quickly ran the numbers over in their head before staggering slightly to the side and lowering themselves against the wall. Instantly Darcy crouched beside them. "Are you feeling dizzy? Any worse? I swear, if you faint on me I'll call an ambulance!" "I'm overdue." Darcy's panicked expression turned confused. "What, overdue for what?" "My period." They looked up at Darcy, understanding slowly spreading across her face. "I should have had my period ten days ago at the latest. And you know I'm usually early." "Ten days?! How can you not realise you're ten days over?" "I've been busy!" "Oh really? Even though your husband wasn't there?" "Darcy?! You really think that's the right time for this?!" "Okay, point taken." Darcy gently took their hands. She really didn't know what to do, she was an astrophysicist after all, which was why her next question came across as a bit awkward. "How are you?" They buried their faces in their hands. "I really don't know what to think, feel or do right now, Darcy." Darcy frowned. "How about a test? Maybe you're just worried for the sake of it. Or maybe you're just late. Or have some sort of disorder." They laughed briefly and rubbed their face. "I don't know what I'd prefer, but I think you're right. Even if I'm not sure I can." "Oh, come on, I mean. What's the big thing that can happen?" Darcy stood up. "Either you're not pregnant and you have to go to the doctor or you are pregnant, you tell your hubby and you go to the doctor together. Both options end with you on the treatment table. You're just sort of deciding whether it's because of a mini-woo in your belly or a disorder in your belly." "You say that so easily." Slowly they straightened up again. "One of the possibilities could end up with a mini-me running around. That I carry around in my belly for nine months and then have to push out of my body in excruciating pain." Darcy pressed her lips together and nodded quietly. "Maybe. But I've heard from many birthing parents that it was worth the pain." "Well thank you very much. That helps a lot."

Carefully Darcy took them by the arm and led them out of the bathroom. "Come on, let's both get warmly dressed and go to the nearest pharmacy and buy four tests straight away just to be on the safe side. Half of them will be on me too, but only on the condition that I become a godmother in the case, okay? Someone has to teach Junior Agent Woo bullshit." Slowly she let go of Y/N, as if they could disappear at a moment's notice, it wouldn't be the first time something like that happened, and quickly poured the already cold coffee into the sink in the kitchen. Her eyes fell on the remaining coffee in the thermos. She would need it, as the likelihood of Y/N drinking it with her was now drastically reduced. When she returned, however, her friend was slumped on the sofa. Darcy sighed soundlessly and sat down beside them, "Hey, it's not going to be that bad." "What if Jimmy doesn't want this? What if he gets mad?" Instantly Darcy grabbed them by the arms and made sure they were looking at her. "Now you listen to me. The biggest desire in that man's life, apart from marrying you, which worked out, was always to have children. Believe me, he once accidentally confessed that to me, no time or desire for context. If you're pregnant, there's nothing in his whole life that's gonna make him happier, okay? He is infatuated with you and he will be infatuated with your possible child. Got it?" They nodded gently and smiled shyly. "I think we should be on our way. The snow outside is getting heavier."

***

To say that Jimmy had had an exhausting few weeks would have been an understatement. He had intended to spend a cosy weekend with his spouse, but instead had been chased halfway across the country, had to deal with some idiots, slept in one of the worst hotels in the world and wanted nothing more than to hold Y/N in his arms and never let go again. So one could understand how relieved he was when he finally stood with his bag in front of the apartment building where they two lived. A tiny part of him though, felt a nagging, strange feeling, which was one hundred percent due to the confusing message Darcy had sent him three days ago. However, at the moment he tried to push all that aside and concentrate only on the fact that in a few moments he would finally be able to hold his spouse in his arms again. Hurriedly, but not so quickly that he could appear desperate, he unlocked the door and walked at a fast pace up the stairs to their flat. Once there, he took another breath before inserting the key into the lock and slowly opening the door, which he closed right back behind him. "Darling," he called as he set down the bag and brushed off both jacket and shoes. "I'm home!" His feet ran the familiar path, from the front door into the living room and a bright, warm smile spread across his face as he saw his spouse rise from the sofa. "Jimmy!"

A soft chuckle escaped them as Jimmy wrapped his arms around their body, pressed them tightly against each other and buried his nose in the crook of their neck to soak up their scent. "I missed you," he murmured, feeling their fingers gently run through his hair. "Me too, sweetie, me too." For another moment, Jimmy simply enjoyed the warmth of his loved one before he lifted his head and finally, finally, placed a soft kiss on their lips. "Love you." Another kiss. "Love you too." Lovingly, he looked down at them and received an equally loving smile in return. "I have something for you." Jimmy raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Wasn't I supposed to be the one with the presents for you because I had to leave?" Their eyes reflected their amusement. "They're bait gifts so you'll never leave." With one last kiss against his temple, they turned and hurried to one of the dressers to rummage around in the top drawer. Jimmy, meanwhile, circled the sofa and settled down on it. He hadn't been able to find a parking space outside the front door and had had to park several blocks away, so now he didn't turn down the opportunity to sit. Footsteps muffled by slippers approached him and Y/N sat down beside him, holding a pale green packet in their left hand, their right hand hidden behind their back. With a grateful smile, he took the packet from their hand and pointed to their hand still hidden behind their back. "And what is this?" "That's in case you don't understand the first one." Jimmy tilted his head. Now his curiosity was truly piqued. "The first what?" They just smiled and nodded over to the packet.

Jimmy raised his hands in surrender before his eyes turned to the package in his lap. Then he looked back at them and pressed another kiss to their cheek. "I love you," he murmured before carefully beginning to remove the paper. Y/N laughed out. "You don't have to be so careful. We certainly can't recycle that." "You never know." Nevertheless, he now unwound the paper a little less carefully, revealing a small brown packet. He looked up and they encouraged him with another nod, so he slowly lifted the lid. What was revealed underneath turned his curiosity into confusion. "What?" He lifted the small plastic badge from the package, embossed with the words 'Junior Agent Woo', hoping that perhaps there was something else in the package. This was indeed the case, though it was only a simple card with the phrase 'Coming Soon...' printed on it.

Amused, Y/N watched their husband's confusion and when he looked up almost in exasperation, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Stop laughing," Jimmy whined, crossing his arms in front of his chest, making him look like a petulant toddler. "I'm sorry, it's just," they wiped their eyes, "you're an FBI agent and according to Darcy, that had been your own suggestion." "Darcy?" Jimmy had now truly forgotten all the possibilities he had previously suspected. ""What does this have to do with Darcy now?"" "Think." Amused, they watched as Jimmy's gaze remained fixed on the badge and a crease formed on his forehead, caused by the strained thinking. One could almost see the gears turning in his head. All at once his face went blank and he looked up, eyes widening, mouth slightly open. "No." A small smile spread across their face. "Maybe." Shocked, he looked at the badge and back at them. "You're kidding." "No." "You... You're...ugh-" He pointed to their stomach and with a slightly shaking hand, Y/N brought their right hand out from behind their back, in which lay four plastic strips, pregnancy tests. Jimmy's gaze slid over them. Positive. Positive. Positive. Positive. He looked up again. Tears had formed in their eyes and he felt a familiar burning behind his eyes. "Pregnant," they finished his sentence. They put the tests down on the table. "I haven't seen the doctor yet," they confessed tearfully. "I wanted to wait for you. But according to the pharmacist, those were the best and it should be pretty obvious at four positives, right?" "Oh god." Jimmy slid forward and took them in his arms, hugging them as tight as he could. "Oh god." "I know." Sternly, he pressed a kiss to their lips and framed their face with his hands. In return, they grabbed him by the shoulders to hold themselves upright.

When they released, they both breathed hard and a tear-stained laugh escaped Jimmy as he leaned his forehead against Y/N's. "We're going to be parents," he murmured softly. "We're going to have a little mini-us." "I know," they returned, placing a hand over his heart. "I don't think I need to ask if you're happy, do I?" Jimmy chuckled. " If I' m happy? If I could I'd marry you again in a minute." This elicited a teary laugh from his spouse as well. Slowly his hands moved from their face to their belly. Of course, he knew that nothing could be felt yet, but the thought that their child together was growing there sent him into a state of euphoria. He slid off the sofa onto the floor and gently stroked their belly. "Daddy loves you very much, " he whispered and he heard another tearful laugh from Y/N. "You and Y/N. I can't wait to hold you." Then he looked up and took them in his arms again. "Thank you. I don't know how to thank you." "I know what." He pulled away from them and looked at them. "You do?" Gently, he stroked their face. "Darcy had one condition for buying half the tests." "And that would be?" "She wants to be a godmother." Jimmy laughed and hugged them again. "I think we should be able to manage that. Even though we'll probably regret it."

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the oversight part 5? i love that series!

Title: The Oversight [Part 5/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 7589

Warnings: Blood, guns, general violence, empty threats, angst, and horrible grammar.

[A/n: Listen, I straight up just finished watching 'The Iron Claw' and if you value your ability to hold it together, I suggest not seeing it. But also... go see it because it's phenomenal. Oh, and Happy Holidays!, like with most things, I regret my direction on this.]

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Softly, you denied the small wooden bowl that was passed person to person, filled with numbers scribbled haplessly on strips of paper. There was a pit of guilt in your stomach for not bringing a white elephant gift- but as the honorary plus one of Darcy Lewis you succumbed to your fate. She’d drawn a middle grade number and sidled up next to you with her third vodka tonic.

You took a swallow of your own cranberry flavored drink, something that masked the sharp taste of alcohol. You were feeling fuzzy, but in the light way that would assure you’d get through the rest of party and the competitive game of gift swapping.

“Thanks for doing this,” Darcy said to you, nudging your shoulder “it was a little too fancy for my liking.”

She had stressed that she needed your presence to get through all the small talk about science. Darcy was an expert engineer but she could only go so far when it came to awkward co-workers murmuring amongst the twinkling Christmas lights and pre-paid meals. She got along well with most, but you could sense her anxiety well.

“Of course, you know I’d never turn down smoked salmon.”

Truthfully, it sounded a lot better than what your own work was planning. It took some quiet background checks and calling babysitting references, but you eventually conceded to a teenage girl that was certified in CPR and didn’t charge interest.

Your own holiday celebration at the Diner had been lackluster and consisted of much more alcohol. This was quiet and subdued, and a welcome break from the usual chaos that surrounded your life. You were more than happy to watch people tear paper from candles and blankets and ornaments.

“How much money do you want to put on Jimmy bringing some sort of magic kit?”

You hadn’t noticed the girl that hugged the side of the bar, waving down the bartender wordlessly. She was drinking something sweet and garnished with orange. She had a beautiful smile and the clearest eyes you had ever seen. Darcy smiled at her with familiarity and it eased you.

“I don’t bet on things I’m going to lose.” Darcy said with finality. “Y/n, this is Monica Rambeau.”

“It’s nice to meet you,”

Her grip was firm, and you squeezed her hand back with the same amount of pressure. Her smile widened at that before the bartender returned with a fresh drink garnished with another twirled orange peel. The two of you separated.

“So, Monica, what do you do?”

Something in science, the answer was obvious if she was at this holiday party. But she humored you all the same, turning her back to the counter and leaning close to you. There was pride in her answer, and it bloomed in her chest.

“I’m a mechanical engineer, specializing in astrophysics and astrobiology.”

“Don’t’ sell yourself short.” Darcy interjected with a watery laugh “She’s the head of our S.W.O.R.D division.”

Darcy had spoken about this before and the name rang familiar. Her company was looking at alternative fuel sources that could supply space exploration. All the while, they focused on vertical growing and bettering the community. From what you understood, this was a big deal. She was a big deal.

“Wow, that’s very impressive Ms. Rambeau”

Your voice was filled with genuine awe, but your conversation was cut short when the number sixteen was called out. Monica sheepishly pulled herself away from the bar and held her strip of paper up before approaching the table filled with wrapped gifts. She went for a medium-sized one adorned in reindeer.

“Oh wow!” She forced a smile, voice sweet like honey “A magic kit!”

The air in your room was stale and fought you as you pulled it into your lungs. You’d, at some point, kicked off your comforter and were splayed out on your sheets in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. Sweat hat soaked through both and the fabric clung to your skin.

On a blind instinct you grabbed at the gun under your nightstand, fastened by nothing more than duct tape. You could feel your heart in your throat and struggled to swallow it down again. You weren’t sure when this became second nature for you, something within the last two months of accompanying Natasha to the gun range for hours a time.

All the same, you held the tip of the weapon to the ground and rounded the corner of your bedroom into the dark hallway. You were unsettled from the dream you’d just had. The memory. Your subconscious had finally connected the woman who stood at Carol’s side. Her familiarity.

Monica Rambeau.

It was true, there was a stark coldness to her when you’d met at a Christmas party just the year before. It was only in passing and there were moments, like at the fair, when Darcy would mention her co-worker.

This changed things. Anxiety spiked haplessly, even as you diligently searched and cleared each room the way you had been taught. Keep your gun down, keep your eyes on the darkest corners of the room, ready to fire your weapon at any point. Especially if it was aimed at Natasha.

There was the slight movement of a shadow to your left and you quickly raised the gun, aiming it directly at the disturbance. Veronica stood on a chair in the kitchen, struggling to fill a glass with warm water, the only temperature that the faucet would allow.

You let out a quiet, mortified sigh before tucking the weapon into the waistband of your shorts. Your daughter blinked with wide eyes and that same guilty feeling flooded you at once, overtaking the anxiety.

“Baby,” You breathed, closing the distance between you and flicking on the overhead lights. You both flinched at their harshness but eventually blinked the shock away. “What are you doing up?”

You didn’t expect an answer, nor did you get one. Instead, you scooped her up under her arms and set her gently on the linoleum. There was water in the fridge, but she always had issues pouring it from the large jug. Ronnie was stubborn and shot you a frown at your intrusion.

“Don’t give me that look, kid.”

Her expression eased and you dumped the water down the drain before refilling the glass with something colder and more refreshing. Ronnie gulped it down eagerly, soaking the collar of her shirt with the liquid. She let out an appeased noise and wiped the rest of the water away from her mouth. She stood on her tip-toes and placed the glass in the sink.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh? Me either.”

You tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blinked tiredly at you, your heart melting at the sight. It was easy to remember the words Natasha had trusted you with on the Ferris Wheel. Veronica would talk when she wanted to, but you had become quite good at reading her expressions and movements. Within the last month, you had stopped the long drives and the specialists. It eased you both.

“How about a sleepover?”

The exhaustion turned into joy and then combined within her look. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you scooped her up. She was getting too big for this, but you didn’t much care. You’d gotten stronger in the last few months and even if you hadn’t, you’d do the same.  

With a show of dramatics you tossed her onto the bed and replaced the duvet that you’d flung off. Carefully, as Ronnie’s stare averted, you placed the gun in the drawer next to your bed. The last thing you did was prop the window open, letting out the flat air and letting in the sound of the city.

Ronnie was pulled flush against your chest in a matter of moments, though you had suddenly lost all exhaustion. You listened to the sirens, to the calls of people just ending their nights. If you listened hard enough, you could hear the horns of the boats that settled into the harbor.

“I love you so much.” You whispered into the small of her neck, “One day I’m going to get us out of here.”

Veronica didn’t respond, but the squeeze her little hand gave yours was all the reassurance that you needed.

Clint swallowed down steaming black coffee without blowing on it to cool it down. The nutty scent filled the cab of the car and warmed your nerves. He drank like your daughter did, but with the purpose of waking himself up before the sun. You never did get back to sleep and were wired enough to refuse the cup he offered you this morning.

He’d knocked on your door as the orange sun moved over the horizon. You were to accompany him to the docks to check on business. This somehow seemed less intimidating than the dinner you’d attended with Natasha.

“It’ll be easy. We have a chokehold on the harbor, we just have to check with a few of the vendors to collect their dock rent and call it a day. Everything else is done under the table. People aren’t too happy because at the end of the day, we’re the ones that take money from them. But it’s a necessary evil.”

You nodded and watched as the city went by. It was peaceful, quiet. There had been a single foster home that you stayed in that had a view of the entire skyline. You were too far away to see the bustling people and the everyday chaos that accompanied it.

There were, of course, moments of calm when you would work the early morning shift at the diner. But that would always shatter by the time you made the two minute walk from your apartment to the back door that was choked with the scent of garbage and cheap cigarettes.

“We have some invitations to hand out too. In the glovebox.”

You furrowed your brow and popped it open. His weapon (or his second, or third) sat upon a stack of manilla cards with elegant writing on them that had to be done by hand. You inspected them but didn’t’ dare separate the paper.

“What are these for?”

“Nat throws a party for her benefactors every single year. It’s real fancy, a suit and tie thing. Her renters are invited too and if they have the balls to show up, they always have a good time. She makes sure of it.”

“We’re expected to attend?”

He nodded, “It’s a requirement, really. As Natasha’s right hand. You go where she goes and once your probationary period is over, you’ll be on her like glue. Though, I don’t think that’ll be much of a problem.”

You frowned at his statement, his insinuation. Sure, you had gotten close to Natasha, had even grown to like her. She had a way of getting under your skin until it felt like she lived in it. Otherwise, you would have cut your losses long ago and let her slit your throat the first moment she met you.

There was a feeling of devotion that you felt the need to uphold. She had spared your life, after all. You’d spent the last two and a half months with her guiding you, teaching you how to obey her every word. Without fault, you would. Clint knew it, Kate and Yelena knew it. You knew it.

Instead of admitting it, you frowned and slumped further in your seat, struggling to ignore Clint’s own shit-eating expression. By the time he pulled to a stop, it had started to drizzle enough for him to flick his wipers on. The sound of them scraping against the window filled the silence.

You took careful attention to stay quiet and observe. Your gun was strapped carefully to your side and the invitations rested in your side pocket. You didn’t dare get them wet and let the ink run in a soupy mess. It had been years since you’d been out here and part of you was unsteady on the aged and slick wood.

“Sam is a cool guy. His family has hold on a good portion of the harbor. He likes to joke, so don’t pay him any mind.” Clint jabbed you with his elbow. “And loosen up a little bit, would you?”

You glowered at him and rubbed the stiff spot on your ribs but felt your shoulders lower a bit. There was a lot of weight behind this, that had been made clear to you the second you were inducted into this system.

Instead of heading directly down the long stretches of worn dock, Clint took a turn just before the asphalt ended. A small structure that looked less weathered than the rest of your surroundings rested at the lots end. The windows were thick enough to withstand the watery winds.

Clint stilled his large hand shooting out across your chest. It took you a few seconds to clock the shattered glass on the front door. Small smears of crimson pocked the shards that remained. Much like the evening before, you drew your gun on instinct, and Clint did the same.

He didn’t take care to hide your presence. Instead, he took the brunt of his large boot and cracked through the doorframe with the force of one kick. Wood splintered, raining down on linoleum and a desk that was easily from the 70’s.

You could smell the blood before you saw it, nearly sliding on the flooring. You caught yourself before that happened, heart pounding in your ears. “Fuck!”

“Jesus Christ,” Clint mirrored your sentiments.

Whoever had been here was long gone, but they’d left quite the mess. They’d torn through the filing cabinets, leaving legal papers and folders scattered against the desk and the expanse of cabin space.

You tracked the source of the pooling blood with little difficulty. A man- one that you had rightly never seen before- was laying on his back, facing the ceiling. From edge to edge of his throat was a long cut leaking an ugly red color. His stare was frosty, soaked into his sweatshirt.

It was like a car crash, something that you struggled to avert your eyes from until Clint physically grasped your chin and turned your attention to him. “Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, yes. Good.” You answered cooly, swallowing whatever dryness was in your throat. “Who would do something like this?”

“Carol… one of her lackeys. This is an eye for an eye thing.”

Even if it was an act of revenge, this was extensive. It sent a clear message even if you didn’t’ exactly know all the specifics of the feud. Of course, you’d seen Yelena at work and even that was mild compared to the brutality of this.

The thought of Monica, if it even had been her, completing a task as unfeeling as this filled your veins with ice. You felt your nails dig into your palms, soft and stinging. There was a surge of anger, and sadness that mixed into resolution. Natasha was right to despise the Danver’s family. Any family that treated the world with this much cruelty.

Natasha was in the gym on the second floor. Large windows overlooked the backyard, and a prolonged view of the harbor. There were blue mats adorning the floor, and a few wracks meant for weightlifting.

You had never seen this part of the house before. Usually the weather permitted sparring outside, but the late summer rain had made that impossible. Sheets of water obscured your usual view, though, it wasn’t exactly trained on the windows.

Natasha had her back facing you, her breathing timed evenly with each punch she threw at an 80-pound bag filled with sand. She wore tight-fitting shorts and a sports bra that left little to the imagination. Not that you had imagined her in that situation before.

Her muscles tightened and relaxed with each movement. They were scarred in a deep orchid pink, long ago healed. At one point, she was lashed. You recognized the damage done by a leather belt and shivered at the memory of it.

Natasha was fit, she was coated in a layer of sweat that dripped across her strength. You had to be clear minded for this and the state of her wasn’t making it easy on you. Her knuckles were wrapped, and she would grunt with each thrust of her fist. For just a moment, you wished you were under her mercy instead of the punching bag.  

That broke when she panted against the bag, stopping its swinging with a firm grasp on either side. “Are you just going to stand there and watch?”

Natasha had focused her green eyes on you through the reflection of the window. Of course, you hadn’t intended to gawk as long as you had. But you were leaning against the doorframe of the gym, practically drooling. You had forgotten yourself and you wouldn’t’ put it past Natasha to notice.

She turned to you, a wolfish smile on her face. “Take your jacket off. Holster too.”

You struggled to ignore the haughty expression on her face when you did exactly what she said without question, almost too eagerly, depositing them on the edge of the mat. You pushed your shoes off too, knowing not to track mud on any of Natasha’s carpets.

Her eyebrow lifted at the action. She’d moved closer during your actions, and you’d nearly run into her before noticing. Her presence was intoxicating. All-consuming.

“You’re here to tell me something,” She proclaimed “you’ve got that adorable look on your face. It’s good to know someone in this house still fears me.”

She was joking and it tugged at your heart to send that mood down to the ground before lighting it on fire. You’d expected her to be in poorer spirits after Clint had called her and let her know what had happened at the harbor. Instead, she responded in her same calculated coolness that she regarded you with now.

There was nothing about her demeanor that eased you, and suddenly, it felt like you were being scolded for a decision you had made. Even more so when she grasped your chin and forced you to look at her.

“That woman with Carol from the other night. I know her. Briefly.”

“Briefly?”

“As in, I met her at a Christmas party a few years back and… left with her.”

Natasha’s grip tightened against your chin, her thumb digging into your jaw. There was too much alcohol flowing that night and after making stinted conversation about how to disconnect two metal rings smoothly, the two of you went back to her apartment.

Before the sun came up, you left. There was shame in it, and the walk back to your own apartment punctuated with Darcy’s scolding was enough to make you forget the encounter altogether. It was one night- a fun night, but singular all the same.

Natasha let out a small noise of disapproval that sunk straight to your core. “Is that so?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Does she remember you?”

“It… didn’t seem like it.”

Her eyes narrowed, nose a short distance from your own. You could feel the hotness of her breath against your throat. How you had disappointed her. That much was clear from the lack of tenderness in her grasp. She eventually released you, trailing her fingers down the expanse of your neck.

She played with the small charm of your necklace, nothing more than a dainty gold chain with the tiniest whisper of a diamond in the center. Your skin prickled at the sensation, breath audibly catching as she worked her fingers over the length of chain.

“Well, I suppose this could be a problem. Especially with Carols violent behavior lately.”

Natasha sighed dramatically, and within an instant her nimble hand had tightened around your throat. She walked you the three steps backwards to the nearest wall. The small of your back landed with a heady thud and you used the last of your available breath to grunt out in protest.

Of course, you had seen her angry before, but it was never directed at you. Not like this. She wasn’t squeezing tight enough to injure you, not really. But the shock of the movement had made you think she would end you all the same.

“You should have come to me right away, pet.” Her grasp tightened; words growled. “And here I thought you were such a good, obedient, girl.”

Her words filled you with an immense shame for letting her down. Over the past few months, it had become impossible to be anything but perfect for Natasha Romanoff. The fact that you hadn’t connected the dots sooner was disillusioning.

The grip against your throat loosened ever so slightly as she leaned closer, her lips nearly ghosting your own. You could barely taste her, a strangled whimper escaping you. She pressed her body close. It was warm and overwhelming.

“I expect you to handle this on your own if it becomes a problem, darling.”

Before you could close the distance, Natasha pulled away from you entirely. It left you panting against the wall, wanting for something more. She knew exactly what she was doing. You craved her more than anything, and she had brought you so close to something you both wanted before denying it altogether.

Natasha sauntered, actually sauntered, across the gym and grabbed a towel from a nearby bench. She regarded you with flushed cheeks, her eyebrow raised as if nothing had just happened and you supposed that nothing did.

“Clint has told you about the party?” It took a few seconds before you found your voice, after her gentle urgings “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes ma’am. He did.”

She reached for a water bottle, exchanging it’s spot on the bench for the towel. She takes three hungry swallows, and you watched the way her throat moved in response to the water. Each of her movements seemed deliberate, nearly calculated to get a reaction out of you.

“Perfect. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours about what to wear. I’ll lay a dress out in your room.”

“My room?” Your words were squeaked.

There was a short hum in response as she gulped down another helping of water before setting it down entirely. That anger had ebbed away from her almost entirely. The fire that had been within her eyes excited you, and despite yourself, so did her demands.

“You’re so skittish. Come here. We need to work on your lead hook.”

Natasha didn’t offer to wrap your knuckles, nor did you ask. Instead, you leaned into the bag, letting the course material cut into your knuckles with a welcoming sting.

There was great thought put into any Romanoff party that was thrown. Lights were wrapped around the banister, and caterers walked through the teems of people with unwavering silver trays of finger food that cost more than your old salary for a number of months.

Back storm doors were opened to the pool, lit up and buzzing with an equal amount of people. Natasha had hired a piano player who haplessly pressed down on keys and drew a small crowd with each song that would crescendo into the dining room.

The overlapping theme was a dark forest green that reminded you much of the paint color slathered on Natasha’s bedroom walls. Something you hadn’t seen in months, but remembered so fondly. It was clear that she wanted to present a united force, something strong and unwavering in their power.

Clint was dawned with a finely pressed suit and a deep green tie that matched the shade of Kate’s dress to the very hue. She wore something silk and modest, reaching down to her heeled feet but leaving her muscular arms entirely bare.

Yelena stunned in a dress of her own, a crushed sage velvet that had a dipping neckline and sleeves that met at her wrist. By the confidence of her stride, you had no trouble believing she had chosen the outfit with the thought of how many weapons she could conceal. Her devilish smile only confirmed your thoughts.

As of you, Natasha had picked out something a little more revealing. Much like the maroon number she wore to dinner the other night, the dress she chose for you hugged every inch of your body. Its fern color complimented your complexion, bringing out the redness of your cheeks.

A slit moved from the base of your dress to the middle of your thigh. A halter neckline clung to your breasts, nearly pushing them up and out. It had been years, high school prom, since you’d worn something even close to this. You felt your shoulders flush red when you descended the stairs and struggled to blend in.

Natasha was sidled up by the mantel in deep conversation with someone who was a stranger to you. Most of the people here were. Though, their hands gave way to their high-ranking positions in the city. Few had callouses or oil stains.

She was in a three-piece suit that was color matched to your own outfit down to the shade. There were gold accents on her jewelry and the neckline of her waistcoat dipped down the tanned expanse of her skin.

Kate let out a low whistle in response to your entrance as she offered you a hand at the base of the stairs. You’d almost missed the last one due to your shameless gawking at the woman of the party. “Quite the looker, y/n. Natasha chose this?”

“Naturally,”

She chuckled softly, a small sound “Nothing if not calculating. Do you know how to socialize at one of these things?”

“Mm, as the caterer, yes.”

This seemed to amuse her more than you’d like. Katherine Elizabeth Bishop was a name that you had reluctantly googled early on in your employment. She had grown up wealthy and well acquainted with gatherings such as these. Of course, that was before her mother wound up incarcerated for white-collar crimes. The skills seemed to benefit her here, however.

Kate did everything with practiced fluidity that you envied. She plucked two champagne glasses from a nearby tray. “Only one of these, nurse it like your life depends on it. That way they won’t keep trying to shove alcohol into your hands. This is work, after all.”

You followed her lead and took a small sip of the bubbling, sour liquid. It was more expensive than anything you had ever had before and far-from-palatable. It wouldn’t be had to keep the drinking at bay.

“The man that Yelena is schmoozing over there is Billy Russo. Jigsaw. He’s in charge of the lower quarter. The Romanoff’s and the Russo’s have a cordial relationship and Yelena is much more feared than him.”

“Why do they call him jigsaw?” You whispered.

“He tends to chop people into pieces until they’re impossible to put back together. And that’s if you find all the missing parts. He has a very nice summer home up in the Poconos, so don’t get on his bad side.”

Suddenly the drink in your hand didn’t look too bad, but you held it right where it was. Clint was laughing by the window, obviously pushing his charm on a woman that you had never clocked before. She was running her fingers up his tie, tightening it before letting her hands drop.

“Barton is with Ophelia Sarkissian, the Viper. She is known for her cunning leadership. She’s got a huge organization in Hell’s Kitchen. Something called Hydra. I wouldn’t worry too much about it though because Natasha is keeping a tight eye on it.”

“Mm, cut one head off, two more grow back.”

“What?”

“Greek mythology. Hydra is a big water snake that has nine heads. Each time one was cut off two more would grow back in its place. It was practically unkillable until Hercules came through the marshes with his nephew. Hercules would slice each head off while Iolaus cauterized the wounds so the heads couldn’t grow back.”

Kate blinked at you with shock in her eyes. You simply gave her a shrug in return. People constantly underestimated you and your intelligence. Besides, when you were a child, you had a morbid fascination with Greek mythology as a whole.

She stared beyond your shoulder, lilting her head to the side.

“I didn’t realize that Natasha’s new plaything was so knowledgeable.”

Ice ran thorough your veins. Your eyes darted to the window where Clint and Mrs. Sarkissian had once been. It was vacant now, and an expertly painted hand drummed past your arm. They were sharp and sent chills down your spine as she rounded you, sidling up next to Kate.

“Trust fund kid, leave us.”

Kate drew in a sharp breath, straightening her shoulders. She nearly opened her mouth to stay something but thought better of it before shooting you a look of apology and vanishing into the crowd in the dining room.

Ophelia was intoxicating in her presence. She towered over you and wore snakeskin heels to widen the distance. She wore a tight-fitted black dress that had cuts on either side, exposing her toned stomach to the world. What she wanted with you wasn’t clear, but her hand toyed coyly with the neckline of your own dress, adjusting it.

“Word travels fast in this city. I just couldn’t wait to see it myself. Hearing that Natasha Romanoff of all people expelled her Winter soldier for a… Summer Sentient. All seasons are temporary, I suppose.”

“Expelled?”

The word had slipped from your tongue, and you quickly thought better of it when she settled her splayed hand against your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. It was cold, unfeeling. Unlike the fire that Natasha had instilled in you earlier.

There was a demonic smile that spread across her face, both of her eyebrows lifting as she let out an exaggerated grasp. It was clear that this woman, this leader, couldn’t keep her hands to herself in any manner, including the internal affairs that she dangled in front of you like a prize.

“Oh, did Natty not tell you? She had Bucky under her thumb for years, nearly a decade. A few months back, he was just gone. There’s a lot of gossip in these streets and not much of it is plausible, but I’d put money on this one.”

 Again, her fingers danced over your collarbone. “Miss Romanoff is not known for her mercy, but after beating the Winter Soldier within an inch of his life, she let him go. He ran like any sensible man would, of course. But he left a trail of blood behind him. I’m quite sure he’s somewhere out west struggling to move in an upper body brace.”

She laughed cruelly at the look on your face. There was no use in masking it. You knew that Bucky had been absent, but through your own turmoil you had forgotten all about it. Your stomach twisted in unease. What if Natasha grew tired of you? It was inevitable, really. You’ only prolonged your fate by bending to her whim.

“Ophelia,” Natasha’s voice drew your attention first, and then the heat of her touch on the small of your back. “Have you tried the lamb?”

The woman faltered, gritting her teeth “I was about to.”

“Oh, you must.” Yelena seemed to materialize out of nowhere, looping her arm around Madame Hydra herself. She pulled with intent. “I haven’t seen you since Moscow. We need to catch up!”

“I was never in Moscow.”

“That’s a shame. I can paint you a brilliant picture.”

Their voices faded away into the rest of the party. It was then that you noticed Clint by the door, his stance stiffened. Kate glowered next to him, not following her own rule and downing the rest of her drink before plucking another off the passing tray.

You stepped out of Natasha’s grasp, not wanting to be anywhere near her at the moment. Her perfume was intoxicating. Its floral scent made you dizzy and took away your ability to think straight. It was part of the reason you had been lulled this far into complicity. It scared you that you were willing to do anything for her.

“y/n,” she urged.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Natasha’s stare hardened. She gripped the back of your neck in a movement that would otherwise be familiar, sweet, even. However, the way she led you down the hallway made your stomach drop in a feeling of doom. “Not here, Malen'kiy krolik.”

Natasha’s office was strictly off limits, but you found yourself in the warmth of it in a matter of moments. There was no wall that wasn’t adorned with floor to ceiling bookshelves, and a large cherrywood desk was at its head. It was kept neat like the rest of the house.

There was a PHD on the wall, and an associates under that. Each bore Natasha’s name. She closed the doors behind her. Without regarding you, she went to a shelf in the back of the room, pouring herself a glass of bourbon, much like the one she was drinking when you stirred in her bed.

She swallowed it back, before pouring another. This time she sipped it. Your own back was against the far wall, heart pounding mercilessly through you. Yelling at Natasha had a lot more weight behind it than you anticipated.  

“You’re going to do the same to me.” You eventually whispered.

Her body stiffened, muscles tightening and then releasing before she turned to you, her eyes reddened. “What?”

“I’ve been entirely blind to my purpose here. I’ve never… I’ve never understood why you chose me. Why not go for someone who knows what they were doing? Who knew how to protect you and care for you? You had that with Bucky.”

Her eyes hardened. “Don’t you ever mention that name in this house.”

“It’s the truth, Natasha! You could have let me die, just like that, and you didn’t. Instead, you took me in and trained me, and for what? Just to throw me into the harbor with cement blocks chained to my ankles.”

“That is an entirely outdated practice and frankly, it’s insulting.” Her words were soul deep, but they barely broke your skin. “I would never do that.”

“A bullet through the head, then?”

“No.”

You were gaining traction enough to pull yourself from the wall and take heady steps towards her. If you didn’t do it now, you would never. Part of you was certain that you’d never see the outside of this room again. That she’d snap and do exactly what you were imploring her to.

“He served you for years and within a singular night you nearly kill him.” Your breath shook, you were so close to her now. “What is stopping you from doing the exact same to me?”

“No, no” She reached up and grasped both sides of your face. There were tears against your cheeks, something you hadn’t realized dripped from your chin. “Malyshka, no don’t cry.”

Everything had come to a head; the months of non-stop training, the pressure of keeping this side of your life away from your daughter, away from Darcy. A true friend that you had been lying to. And now, knowing that it could be all for nothing. It was easy to dispose of someone like you.

There was no reason to show weakness in front of the woman who was training you not to feel anything at all. Above everything, you found yourself ashamed. She still held your face within her grasp.

“He hurt you.” Her jaw clenched and unclenched, there was a fuzzy vulnerability in her green stare. “I can show mercy, y/n. But I’ve learned, not when it comes to you. Even before all of… this, there was something that I saw within you. Something that made what I did to Bucky all the more worth it.”

You breathed in a watery sniffing sound that was replaced by nothing but a whimper. Natasha softened even more, letting her shoulders fall. She tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“He was pulling back for months, and you were the final straw. I had never seen someone so resilient, someone who didn’t beg for their life but recounted it. In a moment of weakness, I let you go. I thought that training you, that making you mine, would absolve my sins but it’s only deepened them. My feelings for you have only deepened.”

Her forehead was pressed against yours, her ministrations, and God help you, her apologies were startling. Her lips were so close to yours; you could nearly taste the liquor on her breath “Natasha,”

Suddenly, she was all you could feel. Her hand was against you back, pulling you into her body to fit directly on hers. There was such a strong guiding power to her. Your shock was muffled by her mouth on yours, your whine swallowed in moments.

You melted into her, kissing back with enough fever to leave you both breathless. There were stars dancing in your vision, you lungs burning eventually pulling you both apart. She panted twice before pecking your lips once more, you nearly chased after her.

“Fuck,” she growled “you… are absolutely delicious.”

Your cheeks suddenly heated up and you hid your face in the small of her neck, letting out a small groan in embarrassment. You felt Natasha’s laugh rumble through her.

“No need to be timid, pet. There will be plenty of time for that later.” She raked her nails up your back, “Right now, I have a snake to behead.”  

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way down we go (i)

a/n: this was not requested but I couldn't for the life of me get the idea out of my head. this can be considered a dark!fic bc of the events and plot points so please read the warnings before reading! I hope y'all enjoy! also, I already have part 2 written so this is one series you don't have to wait weeks for an update, only a day 💜

word count: 1.4k

warning(s): graphic depictions of crime scene/dead body - murder - blood and gore - this isn't really a happy fic - I'm not the fondest of writing things that show serial killers in a romanticized way so this...isn't going to end well - people die in this guys - if you do not like blood or anything to do with death do not read this - even though I absolutely love forensics I am in no way an expert and all my info comes from my singular forensic class and all the forensic files I watch - this is fiction plz don't come for my inaccuracies - (reader also does profiles bc why not)

pairing(s): forensic scientist!reader x serial killer!Agatha

prompt: your relationship was picture perfect. you're happy and in love but one crime scene brings your love crashing down around you. (I'm not good at descriptions)

You knew you would never escape this feeling.

The chills that ran down your spine as you walked through the scene, the only sounds being camera shutters and shuffling footsteps of your team, the way the air was suspended around you, imitating the way you held your breath. You forced your emotions into a box and shoved it to the back of your mind, your eyes turning from sympathetic to analytical, necessary for your job. The only one who noticed the change was your Crime Scene Photographer, Darcy. She pursed her lips at you, tilting her head towards the bedroom, acknowledging your shift into your role of head CSI.

This scene was different than the others, you immediately noticed as you crossed the bedroom threshold. Blood took over the wallpaper, staining the costly vintage pattern. The body lay face down on the bed, stab marks on the back, mostly shallow and jagged, indicating a struggle had occurred. Your thoughts were proven as your eyes scanned over the blood spatter. This victim fought back, causing a fight your killer hadn't anticipated.

She was the tenth one this month, the bodies being found more and more frequently, the killer getting more confident.

"Y/N."

Your name sounded behind you, making you turn around. Lead Detective Jimmy Woo stood with a grimace on his face, eyes expectant. You nodded as you brought him over to the side of the bed, where you could see the wounds better.

"This one is different, Jim. The scene is a mess, the body mutilated and uncharacteristically stabbed, not to mention the lack of sophistication."

You turned from the bed and walked over to a pile of cleaning supplies, crouching down and cocking your head to the side. Your eyes widened when you noticed what had caught your eye. Pulling out your tweezers from your toolkit hanging by your side, you called out to Jimmy, asking for an evidence bag. As he handed it to you, he asked an important question.

"Then how can we be sure it's the same killer."

Without hesitating you answered.

"The victim fits the profile. A woman in her early to mid 50s, lives alone, estranged from family," you nodded your head to the dusty photographs on the dresser, now decorated by dried drops of blood, "and the cleaning supplies, the same ones we know for a fact were used at the other scenes."

As you bagged the strand of hair, your mind thought back to the other crime scenes. The bodies of the victims lying in bed, dead for days or weeks at the longest, the rooms cleaned meticulously, the only mess being the crusty blood stains from the single slit mark on the women's neck. You thought that those scenes were the worst, but now as you looked around, you knew you hadn't seen the worst of humanity yet.

Handing Jimmy the evidence bag, which he passed on to the officers on the scene, you stood up.

"Forensics is done here, all pictures taken, swabs done, and now all evidence is bagged. Help me roll the body over."

Your plastic gloves were already soaked with blood as you and Jimmy rolled the victim onto her back. Jimmy choked on what he saw. You merely sighed. The slit on the victims neck was jagged but shallow. The scene played out in your head. The killer did the normal business of coming from behind with the knife, but this one struggled, making the cut not deep enough to kill. The killer pushed the woman onto the bed, trying to suffocate her with the pillow but she kept struggling. Finally, the killer resorted to stabbing the woman until the act was finished, even some post-mortem. Then, instead of having time to clean the scene and position the body, something unexpected happened. Someone visited the victim, the young next door neighbor who felt sorry for the elderly woman who never saw her family. The killer had to rush out the back, leaving countless pieces of evidence behind and ruining weeks of planning.

"Let's get her in a bag, make sure to contact the family and ask for her will and wishes upon her death."

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On the drive back to the station and your team's lab, you allowed yourself a moment to text your wife.

You: Hey hon, I don't think I'll make it for dinner. I might stay the night.

You let yourself slip information, a breach of protocol but you trusted Agatha.

We finally have enough to catch this bastard.

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The sounds of reporters never stopped as the hours passed, your team logging and entering every piece of evidence from this scene and past. You ran every single strand of DNA evidence you had through every database you had legal access to. Monica Rambeau, your secret weapon when it came to, well, weapons, made multiple 3D replicas of the suspects height and body weight, using the angles of the blood spatter and the stab wounds. You and your team had discovered a separate blood profile in the mix, a break that had you desperate for a culprit. Now you sat in front of the equipment in your lab, the rest of your team resting while evidence was being processed and while the detective went over profiles and case reports, looking for details they might've missed.

You kept yourself from drifting into sleep by scrolling on your phone. When you opened your messages, your brow scrunched together. Agatha hadn't responded to your text, leaving it delivered. Frowning, you started typing but realizing the time, you thought she would be sleeping. Maybe you missing dinner tonight had struck a nerve with your wife. Sighing, you slumped in your chair, practicing your apology in your head. You knew it wasn't common of you to miss dinner, so maybe she had something special planned for tonight, even if it was nowhere near one of your birthdays or an anniversary. But that didn't mean anything, maybe it was a surprise date night. You were so lost in your worry, you almost didn't hear the ping from your computer indicating a match. You read the results, a hint of surprise at the determined sex of the killer. You started to type some notes in an email for Jimmy when your computer indicated it had found an 94% DNA match in a database. You paused, your hands still hovering over your keyboard as the killer's picture came up on your screen.

Time suspended around you, suffocating you as your vision tunneled. The buzzing of your phone broke you out of your stupor and with shaking hands you opened the message from your wife.

aggie❤️: no worries about dinner love, how's the case going?

Your eyes flickered from the text to the picture on your screen, your wife's cold blue eyes staring into your soul. You hesitated before you answered.

You: not well. everything came up a dead end, ig it's back to square one.

You put your phone face down on your desk, quickly exiting out of the page, your wife's picture replaced with your background. Which did nothing to sooth your rapidly panicking state, as it was your wedding photo. You slammed the power button, relief flooding your body at the black screen. With shaky hands, you cradled your head.

This can not be happening. You thought, pinching your arms, desperate to wake up from this vivid nightmare.

This

Can

Not

Be

Happening.

Your phone buzzed with your wife's reply and you read it through blurry vision.

aggie❤️: im sorry to hear that hon. text me when you're on your way home <3

Normally, the heart as the end of the text would send butterflies ablaze in your stomach but now all it did was sending waves of nausea coursing through you. Were there signs you missed? Something you overlooked through the haze of being in love?

Were all these women dead because you were too blind to see what was in front of you the whole time?

You stood up suddenly, your chair crashing behind you. Darcy rushed in, concern lacing her actions.

"Y/N, are you-"

"I have a migraine. Staring at a screen for too long and all that." You cut her off, even giving a slight chuckle at the end to play it off. Darcy still looked concerned but let you gather your things and walk out of the lab.

"If anything comes up, I'll call you!" she called out, not knowing her words caused your stomach to hardened.

As you went to walk out of the station, you noticed Jimmy had recklessly left his gun and holster on his desk.

You walked out of the station, pulling your jacket tight against your body as you got into your car.

No one had noticed Jimmy's gun was no longer on his desk.

a/n: ok I really hope y'all enjoyed this bc ive been waiting to write it for forever!! part 2 will 100% be out tomorrow bc ive already written it lol. I like writing true crime/mystery fics or fics with the same vibe so hopefully I did it well!! thank you for reading and I love all of y'all so much <3 sorry I haven't been writing that much

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[forasecondtherewedwon]

second's (eclectic) masterlist

Hello! Under the cut, you’ll find all the fics I’ve written for these fandoms:

television:

The Artful Dodger ⁎ Bodyguard ⁎ Bridgerton ⁎ Daybreak ⁎ Deadly Class

Dickinson ⁎ A Discovery of Witches ⁎ Dollface

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ⁎ For All Mankind ⁎ Gilmore Girls

Hawkeye ⁎ Heartstopper ⁎ The Irregulars ⁎ Loki

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel ⁎ Masters of the Air ⁎ Nancy Drew

Never Have I Ever ⁎ Peaky Blinders ⁎ Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Preacher ⁎ The Queen's Gambit ⁎ Riverdale ⁎ Sanditon ⁎ Schmigadoon!

Sex Education ⁎ The Sex Lives of College Girls ⁎ Stranger Things

Ted Lasso ⁎ WandaVision ⁎ Why Didn't They Ask Evans? ⁎ The Wilds

film:

Avengers: Endgame ⁎ Black Widow ⁎ The Hunger Games ⁎ Inception

King Kong ⁎ Marriage Story ⁎ No Time to Die ⁎ Spider-Man

Star Trek ⁎ Thor: Ragnorak ⁎ Top Gun: Maverick ⁎ Wonder Woman

my fic masterlists

10 fics - the artful dodger

12 fics - masters of the air

13 fics - the marvelous mrs. maisel (midge x lenny)

13 fics - nancy drew

13 fics - the queen's gambit (beth x benny)

38 fics - riverdale

71 fics - spideychelle

21 fics - top gun: maverick

deadly class

E / 5k / Petra x Billy - “Rats’ Waltz”

E / 9k / Petra x Billy x Lex - “We Test on Rats”

a discovery of witches (phoebe x marcus)

E / 2k - “Gladly Be a Fool”

E / 3k - “The Night Today”

gilmore girls (rory x jess)

E / 11k - Dreams I’ve Yet to Find

E / 24k - You Need Me to Be With You

peaky blinders

E / 15k / Tommy x Grace - The Grand Dream of Things

E / 3k / Tommy x May - “Preferred Pastimes”

sex education

E / 3k / Ola x Lily - “and the stars (they all aligned)”

E / 2k / Maeve x Isaac - “Please May I…?”

star trek

E / 3k / Bones x Carol - “The Deserted Planet, the Gorgeous Woman, and the Goddamn Torpedo”

E / 7k / Scotty x Jaylah - Something to Fix

why didn’t they ask evans? (frankie x bobby)

E / 2k - “One-Man Chauffeur”

E / 5k - “Sailors’ Hands”

dickinson

M / 2k / Emily x Sue - “Another Dickinson”

T / 1k - “How Luscious Lies”

G / 376 / Emily x Sue - “Lands Away”

for all mankind

T / 1k / Margo x Sergei - “The Bridges of Madison”

G / 286 / Pam x Ellen - “Ode to the Front Porch”

T / 1k - “This Mortal Doyle”

the hunger games

E / 2k / Peeta x Johanna - “Elevator Pitch”

E / 2k / Katniss x Peeta - “Finally, Finally”

E / 4k / Katniss x Cato - “Lonely at the Top”

loki

G / 1k - “If You're a Robot and You Know It, Clap Your Hands”

G / 1k - “Mr. Second Chance”

T / 2k - “Riding in Cars With Lokis”

the wilds

T / 2k - “Fourth Coming”

T / 738 - “Interviews by the Pool”

T / 1k / Shelby x Toni - “a verse about expecting the worst”

never have i ever (devi x paxton)

E / 4k - “Boy Meets Girlfriend”

M / 2k - “No Harm, No Towel”

T / 4k - “Runaway Ride”

M / 5k - “Swimming the Sonoran”

stranger things

T / 2k / Steve x Nancy - “Always Mr. Right”

T / 458 / Eddie x Chrissy - “And Here’s to You, Chrissy Cunningham”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Kate Escape”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Lovers’ Lake Effect”

ted lasso

E / 8k / Keeley x Rebecca - “Cat Ladies”

T / 1k - “Crimminology”

E / 2k / Roy x Keeley - “The Halftime of It”

E / 3k / Ted x Sassy - “Sass Backwards”

percy jackson and the olympians (2023- )

G / 830 / Sally x Poseidon - “but for the grace of gods”

G / 1k - “lullaby for a rottweiler”

T / 1k / Percy x Annabeth - “salt-and-vinegar dreams”

G / 967 / Percy x Annabeth - “soundtrack to a tooth alignment”

M / 875 / Sally x Poseidon - “a tall, tall tale no one believes”

wandavision

E / 34k / Darcy x Jimmy - Hex Life

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Mailbox Blues”

T / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “The Neighbour Never Rings Twice”

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “One Papaya, Two Papaya”

T / 26k / Darcy x Jimmy - Only in a Sitcom

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Our Names in a Heart”

the falcon and the winter soldier

T / 7k / Sam x Bucky - 3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian

T / 1k - “À la Carter”

E / 5k / Bucky x Sarah - “Chasing Water Pumps”

E / 8k / Sam x Bucky - The Great Madripoorian Snake Off

T / 3k / Bucky x Sarah - “Guest Side Story”

T / 3k / Sam x Bucky - “Never a Gull Moment”

T / 4k / Sam x Bucky - “Stare Enough”

T / 2k / Sam x Bucky - “They're Sayin' (You're Gonna Be My Man)”

one-offs

Avengers: Endgame : Dolls' Eyes

Black Widow : “Same Day, Different Jumpsuit”

Bodyguard : “Don’t Ever Let Me Start”

Bridgerton : All the Belles and Whistles

Daybreak : “Garden-Variety Monsters”

Dollface : “Fender Is the Night”

Hawkeye : “An All-American January Christmas”

Heartstopper : “we sum up perfection like a handbook”

Inception (2010) : “Je Ne Regrette Rien”

The Irregulars : “The Sun Is Coming Up (I Think It’s Time)”

King Kong (2005) : “I’m Actually Quite Familiar With Your Work”

Marriage Story (2019) : “the whole night and the next day together”

No Time to Die : “The Blood You Owe”

Preacher : “Lonely, Handsome”

Sanditon : “Finding Georgiana”

Schmigadoon! : “I Fleetly Flee, I Fly”

The Sex Lives of College Girls : “An Abundance of Caution Tape”

Thor: Ragnorak : “In the Arms of the Anus”

Wonder Woman (2017) : “Unconquered”

#it was time to clean this up and update it #Second's masterlist #masterlist #my masterlist #my writing #The Artful Dodger #The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel #TMMM #Nancy Drew #The Queen's Gambit #TQG #Riverdale #Spideychelle #Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun #TG: M #Deadly Class #A Discovery of Witches #ADoW #Gilmore Girls #Peaky Blinders #Sex Education #Star Trek #Why Didn't They Ask Evans? #WDTAE #Dickinson #For All Mankind #The Hunger Games #THG #Loki

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

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